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Bloodlines entwined: X | jjk

⤷ having a baby alone was supposed to be easy. but an accidental twist of fate pulled you into a hidden world of werewolves, and ancient bloodlines. navigating your already complicated life becomes even harder as you uncover your past; one tied to a legacy you never knew existed. and in the middle of this chaos stands jungkook, the werewolf king… and the father of your child. 

—  pairing: werewolf!jungkook x female reader 

—  genre: strangers to lovers, parents-to-be au, royalty au, werewolves au, soulmates au, angst, fluff, and smut 

— rating: 18+ 

—  words: 15,033

—  warnings: teasing, strong language, swearing, mention of crying, sexual tension, mention of sexual frustration, mention of masturbation, mention of sex, dry humping, fingering, dom!jungkook, kind of masturbation, handjob, riding, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, nipple sucking, ass slapping, childbirth (please note that it might not be really accurate, I never gave birth so i don’t really know), screaming, crying, a lot of pain, blood, and mention of breastfeeding

—  author’s note: so this is it. this is the final chapter of this series 😭 i can’t believe this series is over, and it truly breaks my heart. i got so attached to this series and worked so hard on it. i’ve spent days building this universe, and the characters and thinking about everything. i can say that I feel proud with what i did considering that it’s the first time I build this kind of series, and to be honest, I never thought i’d write a werewolf au 😅 again, i’m very sorry for all the time it took me to release this part but it’s been a hell of a journey with my hand, but things are finally getting better ✨ thank you so so much for reading this chapter & series!! 🩵🩵 it meant the world to me 🩵 there will still be an epilogue after this part so we’re not entirely done with this series! 🩵

Chapter X: bloodlines entwined

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“I have some news to give you,” you announce as your eyes scan the classroom.

The little heads of your students are turned to you, and their little eyes are shining, excited to hear your announcement.

“I’m expecting a baby!” A smile grows on your face as you say those words out loud.

You haven’t said anything before because you were scared that something might happen to you or your little baby. But now that everything seems to be going just well, you feel like it’s about time your students knew. They are still very little, and very soon, you’re going to impose a drastic change on them. They need to get mentally prepared for that change.

“Where?” one of the students asks.

“The baby is currently growing in my belly,” you push up your shirt to show your baby bump.

Their eyes widen as they see your bump. Lately, you’ve been wearing larger clothes, sometimes even Jungkook’s clothes, as you wanted to be comfortable and hide your growing belly. For sure, your boyfriend doesn’t complain because he adores watching you wearing his clothes. Obviously, before you leave the house, he checks that you wear a bra as well. That would make you roll your eyes with annoyance.  

“And very soon, he will be out, ready to meet you,” you add while caressing your stomach.

“When can we meet the baby?” a little one says.

“Is it a boy or a girl?” a girl asks.

“Well, it’s a boy, and you still will have to wait a while before meeting him,” you gently explain. “He’s staying inside until June.”

“Oooh, it’s in a long time,” a little boy pouts. “It’s even after my birthday.”  

“I know, but around mid-May, another teacher will replace me because I won’t be able to continue to come anymore. The baby will be too heavy inside my stomach, and I will need to prepare to welcome him.”

They all nod, but you’re sure most of them don’t even realize the weight of your words. They will probably start crying when they understand you’ll leave for a while. That only thought breaks your heart. You love these little munchkins so freaking much.

“If you want,” you continue. “You can touch my belly and feel the baby kicking,” you suggest.

It might help them to understand the situation a bit more. As they stand up to walk towards you, you sit down on the chair to be at their level. Their small hands rest on your bump, and instantly, your little wolfy starts kicking. And then, an intense warmth spreads through your body. It’s your baby boy. He feels secure and safe, and he’s definitely enjoying feeling all this love.

“I can feel him,” one of the children screams with joy.

Their excitement and joy as they feel your son warms your heart. You only wish they could sense his energy the way you do because then they’d know just how happy he is. He may not be here physically yet, but his presence already feels so real. Looking at your little munchkins, your heart is overwhelmed with joy. This will forever be a moment engraved in your heart.

After that, you continued teaching them something new, and the day flew by quickly. At the end of the day, Jungkook waited for you at the school door. He has been doing this from the very beginning, and it’s honestly the highlight of your day. No matter what’s going on in the werewolf world, he finds the time to come pick you up at work. And that, you know it’s one of the many proofs of his love for you.

“I’ve something for you,” you say once you’re both in his car.

He narrows his eyes, seeming suspicious of what might be your gift.

 “What is it this time?” he asks, which makes you roll your eyes.

“By the way you’re looking at me, you’d think I always give you shitty gifts.”

“We never know with you,” he replies, lips twitching in amusement. “Could be a rock with googly eyes, could be an ancient family heirloom. There’s really no in-between.”

“You’re such a drama queen,” you scoff. “I think it’s time we officially retire ‘King Jungkook’ and go with ‘Drama Queen Jungkook.’ It suits you better.”

“I’ll inform the council during the next meeting and let you know afterward which title they chose,” he ironically answers.

This man is unbelievable. He’s always in for teasing you, but you know that it’s his way of flirting with you. And, well, you only love to tease him back. It’s also your way of showing him that you love him too. 

“You know what?” you retort. “Next time, you’re getting a leaf with ‘fuck you’ written on it in glitter.”

“That’s original,” he laughs. “I guess I’ll hang it in my study so everybody will know what kind of gifts my girlfriend gives me.”

You roll your eyes, but you perfectly picture him doing it. It’d be funny to see a damn leaf with ‘fuck you’ on it in his special room.

“Now, I definitely want to get you that instead of what I’ve with me,” you smile at him.    

He laughs softly but leans closer, eyes curious now.

“Alright, alright. Let’s see what you’ve got, troublemaker.”

You shake your head at the nickname with the brightest smile on your face. You reach into your bag and hand him a small, wrapped object. His big hands grab your gift before unwrapping it slowly. It’s a leather journal, similar to the one he currently has.

Jungkook has always had a journal where he writes down his own thoughts. At ten, his father bought him his first journal and advised him to lay down whatever would cross his mind. At first, he thought that he didn’t need it, but when the first shifts started to be a nightmare, he started writing what he was feeling. Over time, it helped him face his emotions and the world.  

Every time he reaches the final pages, he buys a new one. Once fully complete, he places it in the library of his study to keep it handy in case he needs it. Sometimes, he opens one to read what he felt on a certain day of his life. For example, he’s been loving to reread the moment he realized you were his soulmate.

It warms his heart that you notice he’s reaching the last pages of his journal. It means more than he can even express. Even though you’ve caught him writing in his journal, he never realized you’d pick up on the little details.

The leather journal fits perfectly in his hands, his initials embossed on the cover. For a moment, he’s quiet, just running his fingers across the material. It is the first one that has his initials on it, and it will forever be his favorite one. Then he opens it and sees your handwriting on the first page.

“It’s so cool when I’m on my own,” he reads out loud, voice dropping slightly, “but it’s warmer in your arms.”

He doesn’t say anything at first, but his gaze lifts to meet yours, eyes softer now. Being in his arms is now your favorite place, and it reassures you beyond comprehension when he’s near you. And when he isn’t around, the world feels so cold.

“That’s really beautiful,” he murmurs. “You wrote this?”

You nod, feeling just a bit shy, but the way he looks at you—the weight of affection and awe behind his stare—makes your chest tighten in the best way. You wanted to leave a little note in his journal to remind him that you love him. Writing ‘I love you’ seemed so cheesy and so not you. So you tried to find something, and that sentence only made sense.

“It’s stupid,” you mumble.

“No,” he says, shutting the journal gently. “It’s not. It’s you. And that makes it perfect.”

Jungkook places the journal on his lap before passionately kissing you. There isn’t a day that goes by when he doesn’t feel grateful to have your love. It hasn’t been emotionally easy since meeting you, but he has never felt as much peace as he has lately.

Jungkook has been working in his study room for the past two hours. You ignore what he’s working on in there. The silence spilling from beneath the door is almost suspicious, especially considering that he usually spends these hours on the phone with other werewolves or alphas. But tonight? Nothing.

You don’t think too much about it. You’ve got your own work to finish, after all, tomorrow’s class isn’t going to prepare itself. To stay focused, you put your headphones on, drowning yourself in calm music to avoid eavesdropping or imagining whatever Jungkook is up to. It works, but only for a moment.

Once your lesson preparation is finally done, you stretch your sore muscles and head toward the living room, which, unfortunately, is right next to his study. Now that your brain isn’t occupied anymore, the silence from behind his door becomes harder to ignore. It's like calling you, teasing your curiosity.

You scroll through all the streaming apps possible, trying to find something to watch. You land on Ghostbusters: Afterlife, but you can't focus. The movie plays in the background, but your mind is in the study with him.

It’s the full moon’s fault. It was just last night, and your senses are still heightened. You feel raw, aware of every little thing about him. It's like your body has its own will and is tremendously drawn toward him. You shift on the couch, trying to resist the pull.

But the longer the silence lasts, the more tempted you are to give in.

Inside the study, Jungkook sits at his desk, completely still except for the quiet turning of ancient pages. The books spread out before him are filled with old lore and scattered, almost-forgotten histories. Most of them are in a script so faded that it takes him a second to make out the words. But he's patient. He’s determined.

He’s been taking notes in the new leather journal you offered him earlier today, and he’s been carefully underlining passages that mention rare werewolves, those born between two packs. Even though it’s quite normal to have mixed werewolves, it’s not really common. It’s actually even rare. Usually, pack members marry within their own pack. It’s quite rare for members of two different packs to marry and have children.

Based on what he got to read and what he knows, mixed werewolves are stronger than ‘normal’ werewolves, even though they naturally choose one pack at birth. But he doesn’t find anything about their strength in the womb, which is what he’s looking for.

So, it feels like it confirms what he and his family believe: your son is different. Powerful. Maybe even something the world has never seen. And he is actually convinced that it’s because there hasn’t been somebody like him. He’s a mixed werewolf and son of a king, and a hybrid. This is all uncharted territory for him.

And he wants to understand this. Not to control it; never that. But to protect him and to be ready. Becoming a father is already significant, but becoming a father of such a special being sometimes frightens him. So, he searches for whatever he can find to help him be ready.

As he writes down another line, he pauses, his head tilting slightly. He can feel you just outside the room, trying your hardest not to barge in.

A small smirk appears on his lips.

He knows you’ve been pacing back and forth in your mind, throwing on some random movie to distract yourself, but he can still feel that post-moon pull lingering in your chest, just like it is in his. That magnetic thread between you two, tugging and stretching thin.

You want to come in.

He hasn’t moved. Part of him wants to see how long you’ll last.

Another page flips. His pen glides against the paper.

Ten minutes pass.

Then fifteen.

And then…

A soft shuffle.

He hears the sound of your bare feet on the floor, followed by the faintest creak in the hallway. You open the door, finding him in the middle of books and writing in his journal. At first, you decide to wait until he looks up, but he doesn’t. He just waits.

And then, finally.

“Are you gonna ignore me or is this your new hobby?” your voice rings out from the doorway.

“Took you longer than I expected,” he smiles without looking up.

“Were you testing me?” your eyes narrow, but you can’t quite hide the small smile appearing on your face.

“I was working,” he says innocently, then finally lifts his gaze to yours. “You were testing yourself.”

“So, what top-secret king business are you doing in here that’s more important than being with your gorgeous, pregnant girlfriend?” you walk in, arms crossed but amused.

He chuckles, patting the chair beside him. “Come here. I’ll show you.”

And when you sit down and see the open books, the mess of notes, and the carefully highlighted lines, something shifts. The smile on your face grows bigger when you realize he’s been using the journal you gifted him.

“You’re doing this for him,” you softly say, your eyes scanning the delicate handwriting.

Jungkook nods. “If he’s going to be something the world’s never seen, I want to be ready. I want to understand what he might carry. What he might become.” He pauses. “And,” he adds, voice low, “I wanted to give you a reason to come find me.”

You bump your shoulder into his, trying not to melt.

“You’re such a tease.”

“You love it,” he says before kissing your temple. “Now help me understand this strange old sentence that seems like it was written by a drunk werewolf.”

You chuckle at his words, but you gladly help him out. And for the next hour, the two of you read some more books, trying to decipher what the eldest wrote. It’s not easy at all, but thankfully, there are also more modern ones that are way clearer.

“What is this?” you ask when a sentence in an old book catches your attention.

“Oh, it’s written in the old language,” he explains.

“Old language?” you frown.

“Yep, originally, werewolves had their own language called Lunari,” he begins. “Over time, we learned the ‘human’ languages to blend in. For a long time, we still kept talking Lunari, but we slowly stopped. The royal family still learns to preserve it and to be able to read ancient books. We are the memory of the werewolves. Some of them still learn it by curiosity, but nobody really practices it anymore.”

“Wow,” this blows your mind. “So, you can speak Lunari?”

“Yep,” he nods. “But I’m pretty bad at it,” he giggles. “Mingi, on the other hand, speaks it very well.”

“Why didn’t you ever mention it?” you ask.

“I don’t know,” he shrugs with a crooked smile. “I guess I didn’t think it mattered much anymore. Nobody ever asks about it, and most days, I don’t feel very ancient,” he pauses for a moment, eyes softening as they meet yours. “But maybe I should’ve told you. It’s part of who I am. Part of what our son will inherit, too.”

“It’s okay,” you say, placing your hand on his shoulder. “But now I want to learn it too,” you smile.

His smile grows bigger, and his heart warms at your words. Even though you are part of this world, of his world, it still moves him that you want to be more involved in it. Learning Lunari will surely bring you even closer to this world.  

“Did your mother learn it?”

“No,” he shakes his head. “She’s never been interested in it, and for my father, it was the best excuse to get mad at her or to incite us to do silly things without her understanding anything.”

Jungkook is brought back to a couple of years ago. He was ten back then, his mother was pregnant with Mingi, and his father told him something he still remembers to this day.

“Your mom’s tired, so let’s not bother her,” his father whispered in Lunari as he got down to Jungkook’s level with a conspiratorial grin. “But if you sneak into the kitchen and bring me two pieces of cake, I promise to teach you the curse words in Lunari.”

Jungkook chuckles at the memory, his eyes bright with nostalgia. He still remembers how he discreetly waited five minutes in front of the kitchen to ensure his mom wasn’t there. And then, very very slowly, he grabbed two pieces of cake from the fridge. He then ran as fast as he could to bring them to his father, who was sitting in the same chair he’s sitting in now.   

He’d do anything to relive those sweet and funny moments with his father. They were so close.  

“He’d use Lunari to start little ‘missions’ with me. Mom didn’t stand a chance,” he shakes his head fondly. “It was his way of bonding. Of teaching the language without making it feel like a chore. He made it fun.”

Thinking about little ten-year-old Jungkook stealing pieces of cake for his father makes you smile.

“Well, I hope you’ll find creative ways to teach our son the language, just like your father did,” you smile at him.

“Don’t even doubt it, sunshine,” he winks at you. “Our son will master Lunari.”

“I really hope so,” you say.

Jungkook’s hands slide around your waist as you settle on his lap, his eyes gleaming with that familiar spark.

“And I’ll find creative ways with you too, sunshine,” he whispers, his voice low and velvety.

“Oh yeah? Like what?” you arch a brow, already amused.

He leans in, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, his voice dripping with teasing warmth.

“Well, Lunari’s a very physical language. There is a lot of body expression. Might need late-night lessons. Hands-on, of course.”

You let out a laugh, smacking his chest lightly. This is all bullshit. This is just Jungkook being flirtatious with you. You’re absolutely sure that this language isn’t physical at all.

“You’re incorrigible.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” he begins. “I’m just very committed to cultural preservation,” he grins, pulling you closer.

“Maybe you could already show me a thing or two,” you whisper as your fingers trace circles on his covered chest.

His hands on your waist instantly push your hoodie higher to reveal your baby bump to your boyfriend’s hungry eyes. He then tells you how ‘pregnant woman’ is said in Lunari, and it sounds beautiful. It definitely sounds like an ethereal language. How can it not be used anymore?

His fingers caress your stomach as his mouth finds yours for a heated kiss. Lunari words fall from his lips, and man, hearing him speaking in another language is hot as fuck. It’s just a massive turn-on. Why didn’t he ever talk to you about this language before?

“You’re so fucking hot when you speak Lunari,” you tell him, your eyes meeting his lusty ones.

“I’m always hot,” his tongue licks your lips.

“You’re so full of yourself, Jeon,” you clap back.

“Tell me I’m wrong,” his eyes are so damn dark that it almost makes you look away.

“Maybe you are,” you tease him.

His fingers move up to touch your heated face, the most devious smirk growing on his face.

“The heat on your face says otherwise.”

You roll your eyes, ready to leave his lap for being annoying, but his strong arms wrap around your waist, making it impossible for you to move. But it also allows you to feel his growing crotch against your leg.

“Where are you going, Jeon?” he teases you.

“I’m not a Jeon,” you hit his chest.

“Of course you are,” his voice takes a sweet turn. “You became one the second you got pregnant.”

This hot moment has suddenly taken a very heartfelt turn, making you pout. You can’t believe what he just said.

“And you’re a Y/l/n,” you tell him, your fingers ghosting over his sharp jaw.

“A proud Y/l/n,” he grins. “It’s even better than Jeon.”  

“You’re incredible!” you say.

His teasing and hot face suddenly becomes very serious.

“Would you like to take my last name when we get married?” he asks.

The question catches you a bit off guard because you never really talked about marriage. It’s like you already know you’ll get married one day, so there’s no real added value to bringing up the topic. But it’s still surprising to hear him talk about it.

The answer to his question seems quite obvious. His mother took his father’s last name when they got married, so you’ll have to do the same. These past few months, you got to see firsthand how traditional the royal family is. You’re not sure you’ll have much to say here. He’s the king, you’ll be his queen. Hence, you’ll take his name.

“Well, I guess I don’t have much of a choice,” you reply with a small shrug. “You’re the king, and I’ll have to take your name, right?”

Traditionally, the queen always takes the king’s last name. Every queen before you has carried the name Jeon after marriage. It’s common in many cultures, but your mom never took your dad’s last name. People referred to her as Miss Y/l/n, but that wasn’t technically correct—not that she ever seemed to mind.

“Not sure if you know this,” Jungkook says, “but in our culture, the wife doesn’t take her husband’s last name. It’s our way of keeping a connection to our original families, even after marriage.”

You pause, surprised. It actually makes sense. Maybe that’s why your mother never changed her name either.

“My sister is still Jeon Dohee, even after marrying Namjoon, and he never expected her to change it,” Jungkook says gently. “But things are different for the king and queen. Taking the king’s last name is symbolic. It’s how you're officially recognized as the queen. It's like being crowned in name. But I’d never want to force you into it. In my heart, you're already a Jeon. The name doesn’t make that any more or less true.”

In all honesty, you never once thought about what would happen to your last name the day you get married. But now that Jungkook brings it up, it seems weird. Your mother never took your dad’s last name, even though they married before your birth. So you’re not sure of how things will go once you’re married to this man. However, if he really and deeply cares about you taking his last name, you’ll just do it.

“I’ve honestly never thought about this before,” you admit, your voice soft. “But if it matters to you, if it’s something tied to tradition, I’ll gladly take it. Carrying your last name doesn’t make me any less of a Y/l/n.”

 “I might sound like a very old guy, but I’d honestly love for you to carry my last name,” his fingers tug a strand of hair behind your ear.

You offer him a sincere smile before pressing your lips to his. You rest your head on his shoulder, lips still tingling from the kiss. For a second, you silently just breathe him in. His hands soothe your back, and being here with him simply calms you.

When you started this whole insemination journey, you never pictured yourself living any of this. You thought you’d be a single mother, discussing the baby’s bedroom wall color with Lexi and Felix. Finding love was never part of the equation. Finding love was actually the last thing on your mind. But then, Jungkook appeared and flipped your world upside down.

“If someone had told me a year ago that I’d be having this kind of conversation, I would have laughed in their face.” Your voice is barely above a whisper. “I started this whole journey thinking I’d be a single mother. I was ready to do it alone.”

“With Felix and Lexi, you would have never been alone,” Jungkook whispers.

“I know, but I mean that I never expected the baby’s father to ever come into the picture. I never once thought that I’d be falling for someone. Let alone a king,” you chuckle.

Jungkook hesitates between giving a sarcastic answer and being serious. But he goes for the second option.

“Well, for what it’s worth,” he begins, his voice low and warm. “I never thought I’d be falling for my son’s mom. But how couldn’t I?” Your head lifts up to meet his gaze. “Your soul is the prettiest one I've ever met. And the second our lives collided, I didn’t want to be just the father of your child; I wanted to be yours. I wanted to come into the picture. I wanted you to let me in, even if I had to fight for it.”  

A smile grows on your face at his words, while your heart totally melts.

“Well, hate to break it for you, but you fought for it,” you both chuckle. “You even accepted that we took it slow when we were seconds away from making love.”

“Aaah don’t remind me of that,” he shakes his head. “I had to finish by myself in your bathroom, and I thought that I’d die before you’d even let me in life.”  

You roll your eyes because he’s always exaggerating.

“What?” he exclaims. “We were fucking with damn clothes and then, you threw at my face ‘Aren’t we going too fast?’.” He tries to mimic your voice. “I definitely thought our son would be born before you decided we weren’t going too fast.”

You still feel extremely sorry for what happened that day.

“But, well, good news, you convinced me that we weren’t going too fast before our son was born.”

“Thank God,” his hands move to your stomach to stroke it. “Not sure Jungkook Junior would have survived all this time.”

You roll your eyes once more.

“You’re such a drama queen.”

“Drama queen is my middle name.”

You laugh and shake your head.

“Let’s see if it will also be our son’s middle name,” you reply.

“With me as his dad, there’s no doubt about it,” he teases you.

You wrap your arms around him. Honestly, you simply can’t wait for your baby boy. You can’t wait to hold him in your arms and love him unconditionally, just like the way you love his father.

“You’re really proud of yourself, aren’t you?” you murmur, your voice dropping as your fingers tease the edge of his collar, nails grazing just enough to make his breath hitch.

Jungkook’s eyes drag slowly over your face, then down your body. He smirks, the corner of his mouth curling like he already knows what you’re about to do.

“When you’re sitting in my lap like that, looking at me like that,” his voice is already filled with lust. “yeah, I’m damn proud.”

You shift your hips just enough to feel the way his body responds beneath you. You already feel proud of yourself for turning him on in seconds, but well, you’ve been teasing each other for a little while already.

“I thought royalty was supposed to be humble.”

He leans in, his lips ghosting your jaw, hot breath brushing your skin. Shivers run down your spine as he does so, and damn, this man has so much power over you. He could make you come right here with his fingers alone.

“I’m the king,” he growls, voice low and rough. “I take what’s mine.”

Your pulse races. “And what exactly is yours, Jungkook?”

“You,” he says without hesitation. His hands slide up your thighs, fingers slow and deliberate. “This mouth. This body. Every soft sound you make when I touch you like this,” he presses you down against him, your breath stalling.

“Careful,” you whisper, but your voice wavers. “You might start something we can’t finish.”

His teeth scrape your neck, just enough to make your skin burn and make you gasp.

“Sunshine,” he murmurs, “I thought you already knew that I finish everything that I start.”

You gasp once more when his hands tighten around your waist, pulling you flush against him. Your fingers grip his shoulders as his mouth returns to yours, hungrier now, tongue sliding past your lips like he’s starving for you.

And maybe he is. Because the way he holds you, the way he kisses you, it's not just lust. It’s love, wild and unfiltered, carved deep into every heartbeat between your bodies.

“Do you even realize,” he mutters against your lips, “how beautiful you are like this? Carrying our son. Glowing like the goddess you are. Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

“Tell me,” you whisper, already breathless.

But Jungkook doesn’t tell you; he shows you.

You don’t remember when the kiss deepened, only that your hands are now tangled in his hair and he’s devouring you like he needs you to breathe. His chair creaks beneath the pressure of your bodies tangled together, his hands roaming like he’s trying to memorize every curve.

“Jungkook,” you gasp as he grips your hips and rocks you against him, his mouth trailing down your throat, leaving heat in every place he touches.

“Tell me to stop,” he mutters, lips brushing the hollow of your collarbone. But the way his voice sounds, low and hoarse, says he’s hoping you won’t.

“Why would I ever want that?” you breathe, tilting your head back to give him more access.

“You drive me crazy,” he says, sliding your hoodie up slowly, savoring every part of newly revealed skin. “You walk around here looking like sin and expect me to keep my hands to myself?”

“I didn’t say that,” you whisper, guiding his hand where you need him most. “I want your hands on me.”

His fingers brush over your clothed pussy, and a moan instantly falls from your lips. God, this feels marvelous.

“Good,” he growls. “Because I don’t plan on letting go.”

He kisses you again, this time slower, deeper. His hand slips beneath the waistband of your pants, fingers tracing your skin like he’s praying to something divine.

Your back arches as his name escapes your lips in a breathless moan, and it’s that sound that breaks whatever control he had left. He pulls you closer, anchoring your body to his like he wants to burn this into his memory forever.

And he will.

Because here, in the quiet fire of his study, you’re not just his lover. You’re the storm he chooses to get lost in. Again and again.

“Take off your pants, sunshine,” he whispers against your lips.

You don’t have to be told twice. You instantly stand up, removing every single piece of clothing left on your body. Jungkook does the same, not wanting to waste any more time. When he sits back down on his chair, his hand finds his tick shaft to lazily stroke it. He looks like pure sin like that, but man, you’d be lying if you say that it’s a sin you wouldn’t like to get lost in.

“You look so hot,” you tell him.

His eyes look up at you with pure filth in them.

“Don’t even get me started on how fucking hot you look, sunshine,” he says with a deep voice.

In no time, you’re sitting on him again. You remove his hands from his dick and guide them to your core that is craving his fingers more than ever. He instantly rubs his fingers against your folds, making you moan. You bite your lower lip, trying not to make too much noise, but it’s a lost cause.

“Fuck, sunshine,” he swears. “You’re so soaked.”

Your hands wrap around his cock, pumping it at the same pace of his fingers. Your gazes are locked in each other, his mouth opened as you pleasure him.

“Don’t muffle your moans,” he practically begs. “I want to hear every sweet sound you make.”  

“I don’t want the staff to hear us,” you admit, your breath hitching as his fingers work magic against your core.

A little chuckle leaves his lips before a mischievous glint appears in his eyes.

“Sunshine,” he murmurs with a smirk. “They’ve already heard us multiple times. At this point, I’d even say they take notes every time.

You gasp with surprise, your hands squeezing his dick. A strangled moan escapes his mouth.

“Jungkook!”

He just laughs and leans in, lips brushing your ear.

“What? I’m only giving them something to gossip about at dinner. ‘Did you hear yn again last night?’” He teases in a mock-serious voice. “‘Poor walls, they’re not built for royal passion.’” He continues.

One of your hands stops pleasuring him to swat at his chest, but he catches your wrist with a grin that spells trouble.

“I could always make it worse,” he murmurs, lips ghosting over your jaw. “Be louder. Give them a real show.”

“Jungkook,” you warn.

He kisses the corner of your mouth, then his lips move to your cheek, and then just beneath your ear. Each press of his lips is soft but promising something far less innocent. And honestly, you want him to ruin you, but you don’t want to make a lot of noise. It’s weird to imagine that the staff hears you while you’re making love with Jungkook.

“You sound like a horny teenager,” you laugh.  

One of his fingers slips inside your hole, his eyes glued to your face to catch your reaction. Your mouth hangs open while you try not to moan like a savage. Your hands leave his already hard shaft to balance yourself on his shoulders.

“It’s the yn effect,” he replies, his finger thrusting into you. “I could make love to you all day long and never grow tired,” he admits. “I’ve never felt like this before. I’m so damn addicted to you. And I want everybody to know it.”  

“Oh,” you moan while you shut your eyes. “Jungkook.”

“The way you moan my name,” he says while torturing you, “is the prettiest sound I've ever gotten to hear.”  

Without realizing it, you start bucking your hips, a trail of moans falling from your lips. You don’t manage to hold back even if you want to. This man knows how to pleasure you with only one finger.

“That’s it, sunshine,” he whispers against your ear. “Let them know how good I make you feel.”

His cock twitches due to the sight in front of him, his glowing, and pregnant girlfriend melting under the weight of desire. How on earth did he get so lucky to have you? What did he do to deserve you?

“Jungkook,” you moan once more. “I want to come around your dick,” you confess.

A grin grows on his face before he presses a gentle kiss on your cheek.

“As you wish, my queen,” his eyes look up at you while his finger stops torturing you.

His hands hold your waist while you eagerly sit on him, his cock splitting you in half as it makes its way inside you. The sensation is overwhelming, but more than welcome. Your walls curve and mold into the shape of his massive shaft. You grip onto his shoulders as he bottoms up. He stops once he has reached your cervix to give you both some time to adjust.

However, you don’t want to wait at all, so you clench your walls around him. His eyes open wide with surprise.

“Please move,” you beg.

“You could have just said it instead of torturing me,” he says.

“What’s the fun of it if I can’t torture you?” you tease him. “You can’t be the only one doing it.”

“You drive me insane,” he starts to move, slow and deep. “And I fucking love it.” His lips whisper against your ear. “But don’t forget who always wins in the end.”

And then, your man shows you no mercy. He thrusts up into you at an erratic pace, making you both moan incredibly loudly. On top of that, your skin clapping against his is also echoing in the room. Well, there’s absolutely no doubt that the entire household staff is aware of what you’re both doing.

Your breasts bounce, and Jungkook stares at how they perfectly move. He’s totally hypnotized by the way they move. He has noticed how bigger they’ve grown over the past few days, and he’s definitely not going to complain.

“Your breasts are so big now,” he whispers before burying his face in them.  

His mouth wrap around your left nipple and sucks it like there’s no tomorrow. This feels beyond overwhelming. His hard thrusts and his mouth on your nipple are too much. But you don’t care because the feeling is marvelous. It’s actually an exquisite torture, one you never want to stop.

“Blame it on the milk,” you manage to say.

“Eeeh, I’m not going to blame anything or anybody,” he admits against your nipple, his eyes looking up at you. “I’m the happiest right now.”

You chuckle, your fingers finding their way to his hair. Jungkook shows no mercy to you and fucks you hard and deep. Every thrust has you losing your breath and gasping when you inhale. You can only whine and moan, but Jungkook isn’t any better.

When you start clenching around him due to the growing wave inside you, his thrusts grow erratic. You know you’re extremely close to your orgasm, but you try to hold it back a little longer because you know that if you do it, it will taste even better when it hits you. You’ve gotten to experience it over the last times.

“Your pussy is so good,” he’s utterly consumed by lust.

His mouth leaves your nipples, and his hand slaps your ass which makes your hips buck. Honestly, you never thought you’d be into ass slapping, but man, every time he does it, you get wetter. He knows it, so he does it often.

But then, his hands hold your ass in place, and his feet plant in the floor so he can buck up, hitting your cervix so deep and hard that you’re squealing. He’s getting closer, you know it. You’re also very close.

“Shit, I’m so close,” you confess through moan.

“Yeah?” he asks. “Me too.”

Both of you are completely lost in pleasure, his thrusts now completely sloppy, while your moans are only getting louder. He slaps your ass once more, and without any warning, your orgasm hits you with an intensity you never experienced before. Fucking in a new place together with the extreme teasing must be the reason.

Jungkook follows you right after because of the way you’re pulsing on his shaft. His cock twitches before releasing his cum inside you. You wrap your arms around his neck to bring him closer while you both get down for your orgasms.

Your breathing is still shallow, your bodies still locked together, but Jungkook doesn’t move away. Instead, he buries his face in the crook of your neck, planting slow, open-mouthed kisses along your damp skin.

“I love you,” he murmurs, his voice still thick from the intensity.

“I love you too,” you smile, your fingers combing gently through the back of his hair.

A few moments pass like that—hearts beating together, sweat cooling on flushed skin—before he finally, gently pulls out of you. He grabs a soft towel from the drawer nearby, the one he always keeps just in case, and carefully cleans you up.

“You have a towel here?” you furrow an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” he shrugs as he now cleans his dick covered with his sperm and your juices. “I have to be ready in every room.”

“You’re unbelievable,” you roll your eyes.

“It’s not my fault I can’t keep my hands to myself when I’m around you,” he admits.

He wraps his arms around you like you’re the most precious thing in the world before you press a chaste kiss on his lips. You snuggle in his embrace, eyes fluttering shut as you feel safe, warm, and utterly loved.  

“We should get dressed before we get cold,” he whispers.

“I don’t want to move,” you pout.

“Me neither, sunshine, but we have to,” he says, standing up while still holding you tightly before putting you down.

Once you’re fully dressed, you head to the bedroom to fall asleep in each other’s arms.

Faster than expected, you’re in a special delivery room, pushing a baby out of your body. Jungkook is holding your hand while you scream in pain. Giving birth is quite painful, but you try to navigate your pain like the midwife told you. She’s even here, trying to help you.

Carrying and giving birth to a royal werewolf is kind of special. Werewolves don’t give birth at the hospital for many reasons. They give birth at home. However, the woman carrying the next heir gives birth in a place especially built for royal births. Apparently, it was built centuries ago on sacred werewolf ground. No heir has ever been born outside this sacred ground.

It’s a beautiful room, designed in a way that the woman could give birth in her human or wolf form. Everything in this space has been crafted with intention, from the smooth stones to the domed ceiling open to the sky, which allows the moonlight to flow in. On a night like this, under the Blood Moon, it casts a glow so red that it almost feels unreal. There’s no hospital beeping, no sterile walls. There’s just silence.

Well, except for your screams, Jungkook’s sweet and encouraging words, and the voice of the midwife who guides you through the birth. This is completely different from any birth presented on tv.

And even though you’re in pain, you find beauty in it. In this exact same room, countless queens before you stood, cried, pushed, and welcomed life. Jungkook came to life in this exact same room, which is very poetic. Every crowded werewolf king was born between these same walls.

This is where heirs are born. Where bloodlines continue. Where the old world and the new meet.

But tonight is even more special than any other night. Tonight it’s the Blood Moon. The moon is extremely red tonight, and it feels like the universe knew that the future king would be born tonight. The redness of the moon reminds you of the color of the Blood’s pack. The same pack that your son belongs to. Even the name of this type of moon alludes to the powerful pack of the royal family.

“You’re doing an amazing job, sunshine,” Jungkook whispers against your forehead.

You’re not exactly in the most glamorous position right now. First of all, you’re fully naked with your knees and hands on the floor and legs open. Anyone behind you is graced with the prettiest view in the world, but who cares? This is the position that helps you give birth to your little boy. This moment right here isn’t about being pretty, it’s about bringing a new life to the world. And all that matters is to be in a position that feels safe.

“I don’t know,” you start crying in pain.

“Hey, listen to me,” he says, his gaze locked with yours. “You’re pushing a little being from your body under a damn full moon and you’re doing it amazingly. It’s a lot of pain, I know, but you’re doing great.”

Ah yeah, the full moon. Normally, you should have already shifted, and both Jungkook and the midwife are expecting it at any moment. But so far, you’re still a human, and it seems like you’re not about to shift at all. You can feel it in your bones. Apparently, it doesn’t matter if you’re in labor. If it’s the full moon, you shift and give birth in your wolf form. It has happened to a lot of women.

The most surprising part, as well, is the fact that you’re not shifting under this type of moon. The Blood Moon is more powerful than any other moon, making it harder to shift. Even some Alphas struggle. Not Jungkook, though. This man definitely masters everything, which doesn’t surprise you at all.

“You can do it,” he smiles at you. “I believe in you, sunshine.”

Even though Jungkook doesn’t really feel the excruciating pain you’re experiencing right now, he’s trying to help you. This is a physical pain, one that he can’t comprehend as he’s not a woman, and because the bond doesn’t make him feel the physical pain. It’s mostly the emotional one. And that one, he feels it in every cell of his bones.

The midwife soothes your back, trying to comfort you as well. She told you she had three children, the youngest being fifteen today. Her second child was born during a full moon, and she had to go through the pain of childbirth and the shift. She thought she’d die. It was a pain like no other. She shifted during labor, and she gave birth to her daughter as a wolf. It’s definitely crazy, but you can only have admiration for this woman.

“You’re really doing great, yn,” she says with a soft voice. “Listen to Jungkook.”

“It hurts so much,” you say.

“I know, sweetheart,” Nari, the midwife, answers. “But very soon, your baby will be here with you, and the pain will then calm down.”

All you want now is for your baby to be out, but he’s been taking all his time to go down. It isn’t his fault; he’s actually also in pain. It isn’t just you; it’s him too.

Nari told you that babies suffer too during birth, and honestly, you never considered it, but it makes sense. When the waters break, there is nothing between you and your baby anymore. It’s literally bones against bones. And in the middle of that, your baby has to descend and move his little head to pave the way out.

The warmth that he usually gives you when you’re not well isn’t there anymore. There’s something else, and maybe that’s what accentuates your pain. You’re not sure. There’s just so much going on right now. Everything is over-stimulating. And this has been going on for hours now.

Five minutes ago, you reached the pushing part. Your baby is close; he’s almost here. It’s a matter of minutes or seconds before meeting your little boy. Before meeting the life you’ve been carrying for nine months. And honestly, that’s the part you’re the most excited for. That’s the part you’ve been waiting for since starting this whole insemination journey.

Your body is shaking under the pressure and the pain, sweat clinging to your skin, but your mind is solely focused on one thing. It’s on him. On your son.

You’re so close to finally meeting the little soul who’s changed everything. The one who’s made you stronger, softer, and more alive than you ever thought possible. You feel Jungkook’s hand caressing your face. His voice murmuring something low in your ear, something encouraging, but you can’t make out the words anymore. All you hear is your heartbeat.

And when the next wave comes, you push with everything you have left. Not just with your body, but with your heart. You push like it’s the last time you have to do it. Nari is behind you, trying to check on the progression, and then her words echo in your mind.

“I see his head,” she says with evident joy. “One more push, sweetheart.”

You’re uncertain if you have any strength left in you, but if one final push is what it takes, you believe you can do it. Every muscle in your body is trembling, your heart racing with pain and anticipation. Jungkook disappears from your line of sight, but he’s behind you now, steady and silent, ready to be the first one to hold your son.

The room feels suspended in time, heavy with energy. The world quiets. It’s just you, your body, and the tiny soul about to arrive.

Then it comes. The final contraction crashes over you like a tidal wave, fierce and unstoppable. Your hands clutch, your jaw clenches as you scream through it. You push, not just with your body, but with everything in you. With love, with fear, with fire.

And in that breathless moment, you feel it—your son sliding from your body, the final connection breaking. It’s more than just physical. It’s like a part of your soul detaching, only to be reborn in a new shape. He’s no longer just yours alone. He’s himself now. A tiny, living being. A legacy. A future.

For a brief moment, the room is filled with silence while Jungkook catches your son. This silence seems impossibly long for you, but extremely short for your boyfriend, who watches your baby with absolute wonder. The baby you’ve both been longing for so long.

Then, the silence is suddenly shattered by the sound you’ve been aching to hear—a cry. Sharp, strong, impossibly real. Your baby is finally here. Your baby has finally left your body after all this time.

Tears form in your eyes instantly. You don’t even realize you’re crying until your vision blurs. Jungkook lets out a sound; a broken breath, part laughter, part disbelief. He now holds your son in his arms for the first time since it all started.

“He’s here,” he whispers, his voice shaking. “He’s perfect.”

“You can turn around,” Nari tells you while she rubs your back.

With shaky legs and with the help of Nari, you finally sit, and when you finally get to see Jungkook with your son, your heart instantly melts. Your boyfriend’s eyes look up to meet yours, and he gets closer to you to rest your baby in your arms. The second he’s rested against you, his cries calm down, your warmth reassuring him.

You hold him extremely tightly against you. It feels surreal. It feels like you’re in a dream. Your eyes are glued on your son, and you never want to look at anything else than him. Tears keep running down your face, but this time, it isn’t due to the pain. It’s due to the extreme love and joy your heart is experiencing right now. You don’t even notice Jungkook standing next to you and looking at the two of you.

“Let’s place you in a more comfortable position,” Nari informs you.

Both she and Jungkook guide you to a little place behind you. You remain seated, but your back is now pressed against a soft material. Your legs are wide open, the umbilical cord still connected to your body. For a little while, you stay like this. Jungkook sits next to you, his impressive hands caressing the top of the baby’s head.

“Okay, it’s now time to push the placenta out,” Nari tells you.

She hands a pair of scissors to Jungkook to cut the umbilical cord. You never let go of your son, too scared that he might disappear if he isn’t in your arms anymore. But you have to hand him to his father because the placenta needs to leave your body. After a couple of pushes, it’s out. Now, your belly feels empty. There isn’t anything there anymore. And you feel a little pain in your heart. You got used to feeling your son inside you, and he isn’t there anymore. He’s in his father’s arms.

“How are you feeling?” Jungkook sits down next to you once more after Nari took your baby to check him up.

“Dead,” you honestly answer. “I’m destroyed and I feel empty too, but my heart has never felt this full of love.”

Jungkook’s hand gently strokes your thigh, and you rest your head on his shoulder. You close your eyes as you feel yourself slowly falling asleep.

“How does it feel now to be a father?” you ask, already half asleep.

“I became a father the second you got pregnant,” he says. “But now that I've gotten to meet our son, my heart is about to explode with love. I’ve never fallen in love this way.”

You’d like to say you’re offended, but you feel the exact same way. The second you laid eyes on your son, you fell in love with him. It’s a kind of love you’ve never felt before. It’s so pure and so strong at the same time. When you hear Nari getting closer to you, you open your eyes. She’s walking back to you with the brightest smile on her face.

“I’ll let you discover his pretty eyes,” she says as she places your baby in your arms.

Both you and Jungkook gasp when you see his beautiful eyes. Unexpectedly, he doesn’t have one eye color. He has two. One eye is blue and the other is red. He doesn’t belong to one pack only. He’s part of both. He’s a Shadow and Blood. 

“It’s so pretty,” Jungkook whispers. “I’ve never seen anyone being part of two packs.”

“Seems like he didn’t want to choose,” you smile. “He wants to be both at the same time.”

“And that’s why he’s already strong. He got the best of both worlds.”

“It’s a first time,” Nari intervenes. “Nobody has ever belonged to two packs, and I’m already so proud that our future king will belong to my pack,” her eyes meet yours, “to our pack.”

Nari is a Shadow. When it came to giving birth, you didn’t want just any midwife. You wanted someone who understood you, who spoke the language of your blood and instincts. Someone who could guide you not just medically, but spiritually too. If something were to go wrong, she’d know what to do. It gave you peace, and that peace is what brought you here.

“And let’s not forget he also belongs to the humans,” Jungkook adds gently. “He carries human blood too.”

You glance at him, heart swelling. Your son is already so special, not only because he’s your son. He’s a hybrid, a Shadow, a Blood, and a future king. A future king with roots deeper than tradition, broader than bloodlines. He carries so much already, and he’s only a couple of minutes old.

“Yes,” you whisper, your mind drifting to your father.

For a moment, you think about your parents. Your mind brings back your father’s smile and your mother’s warm laugh. They would have been overjoyed. Their grandson would’ve been spoiled with stories, hugs, and the kind of love only grandparents know how to give. You know they’re watching, wherever they are. You hope they’re proud.

Even though they won’t physically be present, they’ll be in your heart. And your baby boy is lucky to have Felix as his grandfather. He’ll grow up with him and will call him grandpa, but you know he’ll grow up with stories of your parents. Just like he’ll grow up with the stories of his grandfather, Taemoo.

“And what will be his name?” Nari asks, her voice cutting gently through the stillness.

You smile. The question lingers in the air, heavier than expected, not because it’s unexpected, but because this moment feels sacred. You hadn’t told anyone, not even your closest family. You and Jungkook decided early on to keep it secret, away from opinions or superstitions. This name wasn’t up for debate. It was chosen, not by trend, not by suggestion, but by instinct.

“Kai,” you say simply.

Nari’s eyes brighten, her smile wide and genuine.

“A unique name for a truly unique child,” Jungkook adds, pride clear in his voice.

You glance at your son, swaddled and sleeping peacefully, as if the world hadn’t just shifted around him. For the longest time, he was supposed to be Minho, a name you both adored. But the moment he made his presence known, strong and certain, you realized he needed something different. Something rare. Something that fits.

Minho was sweet. But Kai… Kai felt like destiny.

Maybe Minho will be the name of another son one day. But this boy? This boy was born under a Blood Moon, in a sacred place, with shadows and royalty in his veins.

Kai was always meant to be his name.

“It’s a sweet name,” Nari answers.

“Thank you,” you look up, your eyes meeting hers for a moment.

It’s extremely unreal to realize you just gave birth to the next king. It’s already surreal that you’re dating one, but now? Now, your blood runs through royal veins. Your lineage and Jungkook’s, once separate, are forever bound together in the heart of a child who carries both your worlds.

Bloodlines entwined, not just by fate, but by choice. By love.

After a little while, Jungkook carries you back to the main house while Nari holds Kai. You have absolutely no more energy left in your body. It’s like Kai sucked it all up while joining you. And your boyfriend doesn’t want you to make any more effort tonight.

“Can you please take care of him while I help her take a bath?” Jungkook asks Nari once inside.

“Absolutely,” she answers.

Jungkook’s arms hold you very tightly as he makes his way to the bathroom next to your bedroom. First, he lays you down on the bed and then disappears to turn the water on. You’re slowly falling asleep, and you’re internally battling to keep your eyes open, but it’s extremely hard. You desperately need to sleep.

Nari, on her side, is in your son’s room. It’s the room right in front of yours. You’ve prepared and decorated it before your baby’s arrival. To your eyes, it’s the prettiest room in this house.

When the bath is filled with hot water, your boyfriend comes back. A smile appears on his face when he notices that you’re in the exact same position.

“You haven’t moved,” he comments.

“I’m too tired, Kook.” You don’t even have the energy to say his full name.  

His hands remove the blanket covering your body before holding you once more. He lays you in the hot water, making you gasp as you feel it surrounding your sore body. Jungkook sits on the floor, his eyes filled with so much pride.  

“Thank you,” he whispers, his fingers tugging a strand of hair behind your ear. “Thank you for being such a wonderful and powerful person.” Your eyes look up to meet his. “Thank you for giving birth to our son. Thank you for making me a father,” his eyes are glowing like never before. “Thank you for making me the happiest man in the world.”

“You don’t have to thank me, angel.” Your hand finds its way to his cheek to stroke it. “We’ve done this together.”

“I feel so grateful to have you,” he says. “But now that you’ve given birth to Kai, I feel even more grateful. I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’m so damn lucky that fate made you my soulmate. Life before you felt tasteless. You’re literally my sunshine, and I’m so in love with you. Even more now that I got to witness this incredible moment.”

Something has changed in Jungkook, you can see that although you’re extremely tired and half awake. You can’t quite put your finger on it, but he’s definitely glowing. Tears start forming in your eyes as he pours his heart out for you.

“You’re going to make me cry, Jungkook.” Your hand never stops soothing his cheek.

“Marry me, yn,” he blankly says.

Your eyes widen, your hand instantly halting. Even though you knew it would happen one day, because of the soulmate bond, it catches you by surprise. You didn’t expect to hear those words on the day you’d deliver your son.

You always imagined the proposal to take place a bit later on, maybe in two years or something like that. You thought that it would happen around a romantic moment that Jungkook would have planned weeks before. He would bend down on his knee with a velvety box in his hand, and a beautiful ring would be on display.

“Jungkook…” you whisper. “Did you really just ask me to marry you while I’m floating half-dead and asleep in a tub, and bleeding?”

“There’s no version of you I’d love more than this one.”

You shake your head softly with a little smile on your face. Your boyfriend is being extremely adorable, and you feel so thankful to have him in your life and have him as your baby daddy.

“You should’ve waited,” you begin. “You should’ve waited a least a couple of days or waited until I felt like myself again.”   

“I couldn’t wait, sunshine,” he says, his voice low and steady. “What happened today…. I’ve never seen anything more powerful and more beautiful than you today. You brought our son into this world. You made him.”

He leans in, his lips brushing against your forehead. Your eyes instantly close to savor this moment.  

“Seeing you here after giving birth to our son, it just feels like it’s the right moment. Any other moment won’t ever feel as right as this one. You, looking like a sleepy goddess who just conquered the world, are exactly who I want to annoy for the rest of my life,” he smiles while you open your eyes again to look at him.

Jungkook brings your hand to his lips and presses a kiss against your knuckles, his warm mouth contrasting with the room's cool air.

Your heart swells in your chest, emotions flooding in all at once. You’ve just brought life into the world, and now Jungkook is looking at you like you hung the moon. After everything, after the hours of pain, fear, and wonder, his words wrap around your heart like silk, softening the sharp edges of exhaustion.

And it hits you all over again: this is your person—the one who’s seen every version of you and still chooses you wholeheartedly.

“Marry me. Not because it’s tradition or timing. Not because we had a child. Marry me because you're my home, and because we were written into each other long before we ever met.”

“You’re really going to ask me to marry you while I’m naked, bruised, and leaking all sorts of fluids?” You smile through your exhaustion.

“You make leaking look ethereal,” he grins.

You groan and laugh at once. “God, I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

And he’s right, you don’t. You love him with all your soul. You love him enough to say the one word that makes his whole world stop for a moment.

“Yes.”

His breath catches. He blinks once, twice, then leans in to kiss your temple like you’re the most sacred thing he’s ever touched.

“Say it again,” he murmurs, lips brushing your skin.

“Yes, Jungkook.”

He rests his forehead gently against yours.

“I’m going to spend the rest of my life thanking the moon for you.”

When you open your eyes, you’re graced with the prettiest view you’ve ever got to witnessed. Jungkook is holding Kai tightly in his arms and is rocking him while singing a lullaby. You never knew that you needed this in your life. For a brief moment, his eyes meet yours, and a wide smile appears on his face.

“Mommy is finally awake,” he sings to your son.

Nari stayed the entire night to help you out. It was more than a struggle to stay awake, and you actually fell asleep in the bath while Jungkook was cleaning you. But then, you woke up several times with your son’s cries, and you even started to breastfeed him after several failed attempts.

Jungkook woke up as well and made sure you’d fall asleep right after nourishing your baby. He wanted you to sleep as much as possible because you went through a physically traumatic experience. Your body needs to recover from it, and it starts with getting as much rest as possible. So basically, he was mostly the one taking care of Kai. And you’re absolutely thankful for that.

“She is the most special person in the whole wide world,” he continues. “She’s my lover and your mommy. We are both so lucky to have her.”

You can’t help but smile as you hear him sing. For a moment, your eyes take in the sight in front of you.

Jungkook stands shirtless, his chest rising and falling steadily as he cradles your baby against him. His strong arms cradle Kai with such ease, the quiet strength in his touch wrapped in a tenderness that steals your breath. It’s a contrast so beautiful, it tugs at something deep inside you. His hair is all over the place, and the faint dark circles beneath his eyes tell you everything you need to know—he barely slept last night, too busy taking care of both of you.

This sight feels like a dream you never knew you had. If this is how you’re going to wake up every day from now on, then well, you won the damn lottery. Honestly, you won it when Jungkook entered your life and showed you what true love is. Throughout those past nine months, he stood by your side, braved every storm with you, and held your hand through it all. Kai is lucky to have him as his father.  

“She’s the strongest woman I know,” Jungkook hums softly, his eyes still on Kai. “She brought you into the world with so much courage, and somehow, she still looks like an angel while doing it.”

“I probably look like a wreck,” you laugh lightly, your voice raspy from sleep.

His gaze meets yours, his smile softening. This version of you is one he never saw coming, yet he’s fallen harder than he ever imagined. To him, you're breathtaking. You’ve just brought life into the world, and despite the exhaustion etched into your features, he sees nothing but beauty and power.

“You look like the prettiest wreck.”

That causes your face to warm, and your eyes sting with the sudden wave of emotion. You shift slightly under the covers, your body still aching, but your heart overflowing. The postpartum period won’t be easy, you know that. It’s already quite painful to move in bed, but you have to take it slow. Jungkook is by your side; he even took some time off from his royal duties.

His mother, Jisoo, is actually going to step in to manage everything else while you and Jungkook settle into this new chapter. He won’t be fully stepping away from his duties, but for as long as you need him, you’ll be his only priority. He wants to help you, and he also wants to be a present father for Kai. There’s no way he won’t be present in the first moments of his son’s life.

Jungkook walks over to the bed, still holding Kai, and kneels beside you. Your eyes look down at your baby, who looks absolutely perfect.

“We missed you,” he murmurs.

“I missed you both too,” you whisper, reaching out to trace your finger gently along Kai’s tiny cheek. “I still can’t believe he’s here.”

“Me neither,” Jungkook confesses. “But it feels wonderful to have him here. I don’t want to ever let go of him.”

Your hand moves up to stroke your boyfriend’s cheek, and his eyes instantly flutter shut. His face leans into your palm instinctively, and it feels like your skin is the only anchor he needs. For a moment, neither of you speaks—there’s no need to.

Everything you’ve been through, everything you feel, lives in the quiet between your breaths. You trace the curve of his cheekbone with your thumb, and when his lashes finally lift, his gaze is soft and reverent, like you’re the most sacred thing he’s ever seen.

Your boyfriend then places Kai in your arms before he stands up and sits next to you in bed. Your eyes land on your baby. The most beautiful and perfect being you’ve ever seen. His tiny, round nose reminds you of his father’s. His full cheeks remind you of yours in that portrait your grandparents have. And in all honesty, you feel like your son looks a lot like your mom.

“He’s so perfect,” you whisper while your finger gently traces over his nose.

“He is,” Jungkook whispers near your ear.

Your boyfriend rests his chin on your shoulder, the two of you completely hypnotized by the little life you created together.

“He’s incredibly perfect because he takes a lot after you,” Jungkook’s words echo in your mind. “It almost feels like I didn’t contribute at all in here. He’s just a tiny and mini version of you. And man, that makes him even prettier.”

“He has your nose,” you answer. “And your eyes.”

“Only one,” he smiles.

It’s still so disturbing to have a baby with heterochromia, especially since the colors are extremely different. Red and blue.

“I’m not speaking of the color,” you shake your head. “I’m talking about the shape.”

“Other than that, he just looks like you.”

“I think he looks a lot like my mom,” you admit. “Remember the pictures my grandparents showed us?” Jungkook nods. “When I look at Kai, I see the one taken a couple of hours after my mom was born.”

Now that you said it, Jungkook can’t unsee it. Your son definitely takes after your mom, but your boyfriend is still convinced Kai is a mini version of you.

“But he also looks a lot like you, sunshine. When I look at him, all I see is you.”      

Slowly, Kai opens his eyes. Although it’s weird to see two eye colors, it just suits him. It makes him even more perfect.

“Seems like you’ve decided to shake our world completely, little prince,” Jungkook speaks out loud. “Being a hybrid wasn’t enough,” his finger strokes his cheek. “You also needed to belong to two packs,” he pauses for a bit. “You’re just like your mother.”

“We decided it was about time that things changed over here,” you answer with a bright smile on your face.

Your son’s eyes move from you to Jungkook, and it feels like he recognizes you. And then, out of the blue, you both feel the warmth Kai used to spread while inside you. His strong powers already echo around you, enveloping you in a protective shield.

“This little man is definitely going to change everything,” Jungkook says with evident emotion in his voice. “Look how powerful he already is.”

“He’s the result of bloodlines entwining,” you answer. “He carries the blood of Bloods, Shadows, and humans.”

Kai is living proof that mixing blood isn’t a weakness—it’s a strength. A strength that ancient werewolves tried to suppress. And the more you think about it, the more it seems that those old rules weren’t about protection—they were about fear. Fear of what could happen if bloodlines entwined. Fear of power that couldn’t be controlled. But now, with your birth and Kai’s, that fear looks small. Outdated. Because you both are proof that the bloodlines don’t need to be pure. They need to be united.

“In the end, keeping the bloodline pure only made us weaker,” Jungkook mumbles.

“And Kai is the proof of it.”

Kai’s birth was announced to the entire werewolf world within hours. The birth of the next king was celebrated across continents, and the Shadows bowed to the heir who carries their blood. The moment you heard it, you cried.

News of his heterochromia was also announced, marking him as the first werewolf chosen by two packs. A miracle. A first. His dual heritage surprised everyone, and now you’ll have to figure out what that means for his future. But that can wait.

Right now, all that matters is him. Your son. The tiny miracle you carried, birthed, and now hold in your arms.

Jungkook’s family and your family, meaning Lexi and Felix, are all gathered in the biggest living room of this palace. Instead of having your families come one by one to visit you and meet Kai, you decided to invite them all together. You’ve also done it because it’s going to be the first time humans and werewolves are together in the same room.

You also can’t wait to catch their reaction when they see Kai’s eyes. While pregnant, you explained this eye thing to Lexi and Felix so they wouldn’t be surprised when they meet your son for the first time.

Both you and Jungkook are head over heels over Kai. He’s been crying a lot, sleeping a lot, but he’s absolutely adorable. You’ve never been this happy. This journey as a mother has been going much better than you expected when you decided to get inseminated. Being a mother with a father by your side is even better than being a single mother. You get a shoulder to cry on when it’s too much.

When you and Jungkook enter the room with Kai in his arms, all the heads turn to look at you. A smile grows on their faces. Dohee’s kids aren’t present yet, but they’ll get to meet their cousin later on today. Both Felix and Jisoo take a step closer to lay eyes on their grandchild for the first time. You can see a tear running down Felix’s cheek, and man, it does make you feel emotional.

“Mom, Felix,” Jungkook begins, “this is Kai, your grandson.”

At that moment, Kai opens his eyes as if he knows he has to reveal himself to his family. They both gasp as they see with their own eyes the blue and red in their grandson’s eyes. They are totally aware of it because you told them when announcing your son’s birth. It’s something you couldn’t hide from them.

“It’s impressive,” Felix whispers as he gets closer to run a finger over Kai’s cheek.

It definitely makes you extremely emotional to see him become a grandfather. Kai is so lucky to have him as a grandpa because you know damn well Felix will cover him with so much love. Your son won’t ever get to meet your birth parents, but he’ll grow up with the person you chose to call dad.

“It really is,” Jisoo adds. “This little baby is already so special.”

Your son has been special since the day he was conceived. Born to a king and a hybrid.

“Let me see my nephew,” Lexi rushes to your side.

She holds your hand before squeezing it when she lays eyes on her nephew.

“Damn, he really took after you,” her eyes meet yours. “He’s as beautiful as his mom.”

“For once, you’re acknowledging my good looks,” you tease her.

“And it’ll be the last time,” she smiles. “But you both did a great job with this little munchkin. He’s really handsome.”

As Jungkook’s siblings gather around you as well, Kai suddenly shields you and Jungkook, trying to protect you from your own family. They all feel this invisible energy, even Felix and Lexi, who aren’t werewolves. His family struggles to fight it, and their urges to shift.

“It’s okay, little man,” you whisper as you caress his sweet little face. “They are family.”

It’s weird to feel his protective aura all the time. You’ve never experienced something so strong, but you’re so proud at the same time for creating this powerful person. Experiencing it during your pregnancy is one thing, but it’s a totally different now that he’s out.

“Wow, this little guy isn’t joking,” Mingi says. “He’s only two days old and already displaying his powers.”

Honestly, this scares you as well. Your son might be perceived as a threat, and some people might try to do horrible things to him. The first person that crosses your mind is Yuna. She never accepted his existence because of who you are, and because he’s the son of the man she still loves.

“Don’t worry, sunshine,” Jungkook speaks to you through thoughts. “We’ll protect him no matter what.”

“I know, but what if it’s not enough?” Your eyes look up to meet his.

“He seems to be proving he can protect himself and his loved ones.”

“But he’s so little,” you add.

“Look around, love,” he continues. “All these people love him and will protect him. I totally understand you, but I prefer to believe we will all protect him and never let anyone harm him. I don’t want to think negatively.”

Your eyes look at all the people in this room. You don’t doubt the slightest that they’ll do everything in their power to protect him. Jungkook’s family is one of the strongest in the werewolf world. People don’t really stand a chance against them, and they will most probably not stand one face to this little powerful being. But as a mother, you can only be concerned.  

Jisoo notices that you’re speaking through thoughts, but she doesn’t say anything. She doesn’t want to ruin whatever conversation you’re having. But she can tell you’re concerned about something. She guesses that it’s about your son’s strength.  

Slowly, Kai’s protection fades away.

“How can he do that? How can he know who to protect at such a young age?” Hyunjin asks, baffled.

“We’re not entirely sure,” you admit. “We know he recognizes me because I carried him for nine months. Maybe he hasn’t fully realized he’s no longer inside my body.”

“As for me,” Jungkook adds, “we think he recognized my voice, maybe even sensed me through the soulmate bond.”

“We also believe he recognizes us through blood,” you continue. “Like an instinct—he feels that we share the same blood. But that’s just speculation.”

“We read so many books about mixed bloods, and every one of them said something different.”

Felix helped you decipher a few of the more ancient texts. Thanks to his background in old languages, he managed to translate fragments that spoke of blood recognition—that mixed-blooded children can identify their lineage through something deeper than scent or voice. It’s wild to think about, but those same texts claimed their strength is tied to that very connection.

Everything is so uncertain with Kai, but as he grows up, you’re sure you’ll get to understand it better. Kai is unique, and until he has another sibling, no one else will be like him. Since Kai chose to belong to two packs, any possible child you might have will also belong to two packs. It’s something you've gotten to learn through those many ancient books. All mixed-bloods siblings choose the same pack.

“Well, we’ll learn with him,” Jungkook adds. “Kai is different in every possible way, so we’ll figure everything out through him.”

And you already know that it’s going to be a bumpy road. You’re in the dark with him, and you’ll have to navigate parenthood with his uniqueness. For sure, it won’t be easy, but you’ll have Jungkook by your side, and you’ll shower this baby with love. He’s never going to feel different, although he is.

With Felix and Lexi, he’ll learn to embrace his human side. With the Jeon’s family, he’ll learn to embrace his wolf side. With you, he’ll learn to embrace the best of both worlds. And with Jungkook, he’ll learn to embrace his destiny as the next king. Kai is never going to be alone.  

“And we’ll be by your side,” Jisoo says. “He’s never going to be alone with all of us.”

“Let’s not focus on that right now,” Felix says. “He was born two days ago, and we should celebrate him. He’s absolutely adorable,” his eyes look down at his grandson before he caresses his cheek. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, little man. I’ve been waiting for you for over a year now.”

It’s probably been almost two years since you started this insemination journey, and Felix has been there from the very beginning. Nothing went as planned, but in the end, your baby is finally here, which was the original plan. The project was to have a baby, and he’s here.

“I can’t believe I’m an auntie now,” Lexi says. “I’m going to spoil this kid and be the best auntie ever.” Her eyes look at Dohee. “Sorry, I’m just too fabulous.”

You roll your eyes before shaking your head with a smile on your face.

“You’re incorrigible!” you say.

“You’re starting a competition here, Lexi,” Dohee retorts to your sister, “and I’ll smash you. Kai will adore me more than you.”

The two of them are so silly, but you can’t wait to see how it will be once your baby is older. There’s no doubt he’ll love them both so much, although it’ll be different.

“Luckily, he only has paternal uncles and we don’t need to compete with anyone else,” Mingi chuckles.

“You’re all too crazy,” Jisoo says. “You’re going to traumatize this little one.”

“His parents are already doing that,” Hyunjin replies.

“Eeeh,” you say.

Jungkook raises an eyebrow and smirks, rocking Kai gently in his arms. You can already sense that he’s going to say nonsense. It wouldn’t be Jungkook if he didn’t do it. This man always has an answer to all, even if it’s bullshit.

“Excuse you all, but I am clearly his favorite. I’m the one with the good hair,” he says, flipping his hair dramatically like he’s in a shampoo commercial. “He was born obsessed with me.”

The room erupts with laughter, and you shake your head. This man is incredible!

“Delusional,” Lexi fires back.

“Absolutely tragic,” Dohee adds with a snort.

“That’s the sleep deprivation talking,” Mingi says, shaking his head.

“Jealousy isn’t a good look on any of you,” Jungkook shrugs, unbothered. Then he leans in toward Kai, voice soft but teasing: “Don’t worry, little prince, I’ll protect you from your dramatic aunties and uncles.”

After that, you spend the next hour with your family. All of them carried Kai in their arms for a little while. They are all absolutely in love with your little man, like you and Jungkook. Who can’t fall in love with him?

Once they are all gone, you place Kai in the little crib and sit down on the couch. You’re exhausted, dead, and very much sleep deprived, but extremely happy. This family moment filled your heart with so much joy and happiness.

“We did it,” Jungkook says. “We had the little baby we wanted.”

“And we found love in the middle of the journey,” you continue.

“That’s the best part of it all,” he chuckles.

Jungkook gently presses his lips to yours, kissing you with so much passion. Your fingers play with his hair at the nape of his neck while his hands land on your waist.

“Let’s have more handsome babies,” he whispers against your lips.

“Eeeh, give me some time to recover from this birth,” you answer. “And then, I’ll give you as many babies as you want.”

“Really?” his eyes sparkle, and he’s absolutely adorable.

“Yep,” you nod.

Jungkook’s grin grows wider. This man is up to no good. It doesn’t even surprise you because he’s always such a tease. But that’s how you love him so much.

“Dangerous words, sunshine,” he murmurs, voice low and teasing as his fingers brush slow, lazy circles on your waist. “You can’t just offer me a whole army of mini-us and expect me to behave.”

You laugh, your nose brushing his. To be honest, it feels great that nothing has changed between you two despite becoming parents. You were afraid that everything would become different, but except for the part that another person is living in this house, things are pretty much the same with Jungkook.  

“I said after I recover, Mister Drama Queen.”

He leans in closer, his lips grazing the shell of your ear now.

“I’ll try to behave, but no promises. You know what you do to me,” his breath is warm, his tone deliciously suggestive.

Your fingers tug lightly at his hair again, lips curling into a smirk. Of course, you know the effect you have on him, but you have still to recover from this birth. Your kid ripped everything inside you when you were pushing him out of you.

“Behave, or you’ll be sleeping on the couch. And Kai’s sleeping in our bed now, so good luck trying anything, Your Highness.”

Jungkook groans dramatically. It’s definitely weird for the two of you to have a third person in your bed. It feels so small now, but you wouldn’t change a damn thing.

“You’re evil. Beautiful, irresistible… and evil.”

You bite your lip to suppress your smile, fully aware of the effect you have on him.

“Welcome to fatherhood.”

Jungkook rests his head on your shoulder, your hands threading slowly through the softness of his hair, the two of you tangled in this hazy, post-baby bubble. The living room is quiet now, just the soft hum of nighttime settling in like the world itself is holding its breath for you.

“You really are going to make me work for those future babies, huh?” you feel him groan against your shoulder.

You giggle softly, your fingers still gently tangled in his hair.

“Parenthood’s a long game, mister. You better pace yourself.”

He pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, his thumb brushing the apple of your cheek, and suddenly, all the teasing fades. His eyes carry that look again. The same look you always fall in love with.

“I’d wait a lifetime if it means doing all of it with you,” his fingers trace invisible lines on your cheek.

And just like that, something inside you shifts. A rush of memories floods in. Memories of who you both were before this love, before the baby, before the chaos and healing and magic that brought you here. There were days when you weren’t sure you’d ever feel this full. But now, it feels like your heart has stretched to hold two lifetimes at once.

“You’re really trying to charm me right now, aren’t you?”

Jungkook chuckles. “Is it working?”

You lean in and press a soft kiss to his lips.

“Always.”

His arms wrap a little tighter around your waist, pulling you just close enough for your head to rest against his chest. You can hear his heart—steady, strong, and completely yours.

“Then let me be this version of me forever. Just a man in love with his girl and wrapped around her finger.”

You laugh into his neck, comforted by the heat of him, by the home you’ve built in his arms.

“Careful what you wish for, Mr. King. You might end up changing all the diapers.”

“Worth it,” he replies without missing a beat, planting a kiss on your temple. “For you? I’d do it all.”

You smile into his chest, letting yourself melt for just a moment longer. Being in his arms is your safest place. It’s where you belong now. There’s no other place you’d like to be right now. Being with Jungkook was always your destiny, and man, thinking about spending the rest of your life with him feels wonderful.

Very soon, you’ll probably get married, and hopefully, more babies will be added to the mix. You’ll get to witness Jungkook as a father and as your lover, something you’re definitely looking forward to. It feels like you can’t love him even more than you do now, but you know that tomorrow, you’ll love him more than you do today. It has been like that since the day you first met him at the clinic.

That day seems so far away when, in reality, it was nine months ago, but so much has happened since then. You've got to discover yourself. You’ve got to discover the truth behind your parents' relationship and death. You’ve got to meet your grandparents. And you’ve got to meet the love of your life.

Today, you’d like to visit your old self. The ten-year-old version of you who lost her parents. You’d hug her, hold her tight in your arms, and cry with her. You’d tell her that everything will go just fine. You’d describe your life and let her know that, one day, she’d be incredibly happy. Maybe she wouldn’t believe you because of the pain, but she’d eagerly wait for that day to come.

Life didn’t treat you well at some point, and you still have to deal with the pain and emptiness you constantly feel. But today, you have Jungkook and Kai. They won’t for sure heal you and fill that void, but they’ll ease the pain.

In the end, the tragic end of your parents has shaken the whole werewolf universe. Your presence alone changed an ancient law, and one day, you’ll get to wear a crown. One that Jungkook will place on your head. You know that if your parents had the chance to know back then what you’d become, they would have died in total peace. They’d have most probably been proud to know their grandchild would become king.

Kai is the result of many bloodlines entwining together. He’s the result of a love story between a Blood King and a Shadow hybrid, but he’s also the beginning of that love story. Without him, maybe today, you wouldn’t have met Jungkook yet. Maybe you’d even spent years before meeting him. It’s crazy to think that Kai is the reason you’re together today.

As you look at Jungkook and Kai, your heart swells with so much love and pride. A smile grows on your face as you reflect on your life. You reflect on what has been the past thirty years of your life.  

You survived. You loved. And now, you live for all three of you.

[7ndipity]

Yoongi: *gently taps table*

Y/n: *taps back*

Namjoon: what are they doing?

Jin: morse code

Yoongi: *aggressively taps table*

Y/n: *slams hands down* YOU TAKE THAT BACK-

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mutt || jjk masterlist

⤷ summary: when he’s with you he’s like a dog with a bone

⟶ pairing: jungkook x reader

⟶ word count: 18.8k+ (so far)

18+ // mdni

⟶ genre: friends with benefits au, smut, angst, fluff

⟶ content: fuckboy!jk, tattooartist!jk

⟶ warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, jk is kinda toxic, jk being a bit manipulative, f*ckboy behaviour, more specific warnings will be mentioned in each part

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02: answer your phone ── 12.8k+

03: i do

[smoothlikealikeasnake]

Strong Coffee and Sweet Cakes

Chapter Five ‘Love: redefined’

Genre - BTS FF, a/b/o dynamics, a/b/o BTS and MC, Ot7 x fem MC/reader, so fluffy, little angst, eventual smut

Warnings - uncertainty, tension and little bit of characters being upset, tiredness and exhaustion, lmk if there’s anything to add! x

Summary - A new cafe near the Hybe building will change the 7 members of Bangtan’s lives forever, 7 alphas in a pack? A recipe for disaster. Until a sweet omega starts to stir up their world with a little bit more sugar and slowly their loneliness dissolves

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Author Notes - Okay I STRUGGLED here. I wrote the final scene before I wrote the rest and i worry it doesn’t quite fit in but… oh well. If it doesn’t then imagine it as a bonus scene 😭

Walking into the dorms after the car ride had Jimin hit with a wave of exhaustion, wanting to get to his bed and just crash, half lulled to sleep already. He explained what happened to Yoongi; Yoongi listened intently and gave his comments here and there; mostly he just watched Jimin talk fondly, a sense of calm and satisfaction settling in his bones from it. By the time they were back, Jimin looked lovestruck from recollecting it all.

Yoongi had already begun to think that you’d potentially, most definitely, grow into someone more than just the cafe owner to them; he felt it; he saw it; and he welcomed it.

Jimin’s intent to get in and fall straight asleep was paused when, the moment he stepped into the home, multiple pairs of eyes shot straight to him and steps could be heard rushing in because Jimin smells so heavily of you that it flooded through the house 10x more than his own scent.

It smells like you’ve spent hours scenting him, his own scent mild underneath it all, it’s primarily because he did just spend over an hour in your apartment, completely surrounded by your scent and none else. He’d showered so his scent was mild in comparison too and with your clothes on- Yeah.

What doesn’t help is the droopy eyes, sluggish movements and lovestruck sort of look in Jimin’s eyes whilst Yoongi is standing behind him with a content, calm and satisfied smile.

“Why do you-”

“You smell like Y/n-”

“Jimin where have you-”

The voices all call out at once. Jimin spots the couch and makes his way over, dragging his limbs and ignoring them momentarily except when he gets there and rounds it; instead of simply sitting or lying down, he's tackled. In a split second, he’s grabbed, dragged down and flopped on top of; his yelp is high-pitched, he’s absolutely shocked and he can’t even scramble to get up before trying to work out what’s happening.

On top of him is a heap of muscle, half-asleep, instinct-ridden muscle, pulling him down in his sleep haze, nose taking deep inhales of his clothes and hair.

Jungkook had been asleep on the couch, a nap, when he half-woke up to the ruckus of the other members voices and then his nose began twitching, eyebrows furrowing and that scent-—so close-— So rather than really waking up, his alpha kind of just took over, grabbing onto Jimin’s sleeve when he was in reach and tackling him down, seeking out more and more as he layed pretty much flat on top of him, eyes still closed, ears blocking out most of the noise.

He’s sniffing all over, clumsily trying to find a scent gland, the source of your scent, but since he can’t find one, he’s just scrambling to inhale across the collar of the hoodie and at Jimin’s hair, where the scent glands in your wrists had brushed over and over it, depositing your scent there subconsciously.

“Jungkook-” - Jimin gets out, trying to move the lump of muscle and kicking his legs under him; he's actually struggling because Jungkook's just laying deadweight on him, not even conscious yet. Jungkooks kind of just grumbling, instinct ridden mind so confused on why he can smell that scent so heavily but not find a real source, a raw source; its more secondary but so strong-

Everyone is stopping momentarily- frozen, shocked. Then, cutting through the silence is Yoongi, doubling over in hysterical laughter, as if this is the funniest thing in the world.

Of course everyone knows Jungkook took a very specific liking to your scent from when you first met- it was strange and shocking considering his pickiness, and now he’s desperately seeking it out, so close yet so far away. They just never thought it was to the extent where, half asleep, Jungkook would tackle Jimin and seek it out.

Jimin’s clothes are riddled with your raw scent, not your half-potent, scent-blocked scent. His own is extremely mild, which is why it makes sense that Jungkook’s alpha is confused.

Kind of coming back to himself, Jimin wrangles his arms free and shakes Jungkook a little, waking him up just enough to have his eyes squinting open, and then he’s also freezing, so confused it’s maddening. What is he doing and why does Jimin smell like that-

“Jimin?” - He groggily asks, head tilted and then rolling to the side and consequently rolling onto the floor with a thump that positively wakes him up, rubbing his head and just staring in confusion.

Jimin sits up, finally able to breathe properly, and puffs out an absolutely flabbergasted breath, running his hands through his hair to fix it where Jungkook had rubbed his nose and cheeks all over it and messed it up.

“Yes, Jimin- Not Y/n” - He says with a grumble; he just wanted to come in and go to sleep, but instead he got manhandled down and crushed.

“What?...” - Jungkook asks, so confused. Why is Jimin saying not Y/n and why was he there? It takes another inhale to fully wake up, eyes shooting open and looking at Jimin like he's just murdered someone. He takes in his appearance; he recognises those trousers; those aren’t Jimins, definitely don’t smell like them either…

“Jesus christ, Jungkook” - Jin says, coming over and helping him up from the ground. Jungkook’s hair is ruffled and messy, one of his eyes still trying to shut and block out the bright lights. Yoongi’s on the other side of the room, still laughing; they all just look at him incredulously.

Jungkook is clingy to them; he will happily pull them down or drop down next to them and wrap his arms around them whenever he can, and none of them really mind, Jimin especially since he’s the exact same, but he’s never done that before.

If Jungkook had puppy ears, they’d be pinned against his head right now. He doesn’t understand; he doesn’t understand why they are all looking at him like that and what he was doing.

It’s not like he was trying to harm Jimin at all-—of course not; none of them think that—but he’s never acted quite so instinctual before in front of them all; it’s a thing they’ve only seen in fleeting moments. Jungkook keeps his instincts on a very tight leash; they all do, of course, but he has never taken an interest in any omegas. That's what makes this all so much more shocking. He was grumbling out as if he was going ‘mine, mine, mine,’ smelling that scent.

Namjoon rubs a hand over his face because they’ve not known you all that long, but it seems like you’re taking a big impact on their lives and behaviours without them truly knowing the extent.

“Im sorry…” - Jungkook says, tone like a scolded puppy, looking at Jimin in shame, but Jimin isn’t angry, of course not; he was just- surprised.

“It’s okay kookoo-ah.”

It’s safe to say Jungkook had a long, hard think trying to decipher what was going on with his instincts and mind after that; why does he feel jealous after Jimin tells them all about his evening? In fact, why do they all feel jealous after?

“Okay, so note to self, don’t let Jungkook fall asleep in Y/n’s cafe” - Taehyung says after, trying to brighten Jungkook’s dampened mood. He’s always so in control, so why are you making him feel like this?

Instincts are strange things; many believe that your counterpart is meant to be a guide, that you should oblige with what they are trying to tell you. Of course, you should be in control and be able to resist your instinct at times; it's just hard to differentiate when those times are. If you listen well enough, your counterpart will push you towards fate; that becomes hard when you teach yourself to completely resist everything your instincts tell you to; it makes you confused, nervous, even shameful. Finding a balance is incredibly hard; once you’ve got the hang of it, pushing it away is easier than giving in. That isn’t always the right choice, though. Sometimes you need to listen; sometimes it's right, and things will come for the better.

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“Jimin couldn’t get here today so he asked me to return your clothes, ‘sugar’” - Yoongi had come in when it was less busy, a small bag of your clothes in hand, teasing with his gummy smile when he called you by Jimin’s favourite nickname for you. You glare at him half-heartedly, reaching out and taking the bag of clothes. It’s only two days after the day it rained; in that time, Jimin-—and the others-—had absolutely devoured your scent on the clothes even if they won’t admit it, and when it was time to wash them, Jimin couldn’t resist lightly scenting them. They smell of clean and Jimin and faintly of everyone in their pack even without you bringing them up to your nose, and it nearly knocks you clean off your feet, a blush heavy over your cheeks.

“Thank you; would you like anything?” - You try to push down the blush by distracting yourself and speaking like normal even if you did clear your throat; Yoongi knows; he can clearly see the fluster on your face, but he doesn’t prod, not at first at least.

“An iced americano and one of the slices of cheesecake, please” - He’s taken a liking to your raspberry cheesecake, and you can’t blame him; it is good if you do say so yourself. You nod with a smile and begin to work on it; Yoongi waits by the counter, but maybe this is a good time to dig a little deeper.

“Do you wear scent blockers, Y/n?” - Yoongi knows you do, you look at him with a little furrow of your brows; He’s always been blunt, so you should really expect it by now, but it’s not the question you’re expecting.

“I do, patches.” - You touch just under your ear and push your hair out of the way to show him; he hums and nods

“Why? Is it because you can’t smell me?” - You tease, smirking a little and laughing. Alphas, always curious.

“No, in fact, your scent is very strong to me; it’s been stronger since yesterday though” - He says it so casually you nearly drop the espresso you’re holding because that’s not right-—he really shouldn’t be able to smell you much at all, and what does he mean stronger?!

“Maybe you're getting mixed up with the smell of the pastries; they are similar” - You try to reason; that's what your friends always say anyway, that it easily blends in. He shakes his head, certainty in his voice.

“Nope, similar but not the same.” - You falter. Are your scent blockers not working anymore? Do you need to use stronger ones? The girls havent said anything and surely they would-

“But then, I don’t think you’d believe me if I told you we all wear them every day too” - ‘We all’ meaning him and his pack. You turn to him fully this time, cup of ice abandoned momentarily because he’s playing tricks on you surely; you know for certain they don’t wear scent patches, they can’t; you know they are there before they even walk through the cafe’s door; the chime of the bell isn’t even needed to alert their presence because their scents are so potent.

“You’re lying” - You say and laugh it off, regain your composure and continue making his drink, ignoring his next response until you walk over to hand him his coffee and cheesecake.

“Am I?” - And then he's leaning his arms on the counter casually, brushes his hair out of the way, and there it is-—not just on his neck but on the scent glands on his wrist too-—scent blocker patches, almost identical to yours. But that’s not possible because Yoongi’s whisky-like scent is washing over you in waves, just as strong as anyone else who comes in, dare you say a lot stronger than anyone else.

But then again, he could be wearing cologne the same as his scent; some people do that to enhance and strengthen their scent- which would be weird since hes wearing blockers but then again-

You try to reason with yourself, but you can’t deny the way the smell seems to alter your brain chemistry every time he comes in, alongside the rest of the boys scents too.

Schooling your face into one of faux annoyance, you roll your eyes at him and laugh it off again. Place down his order in front of him and jokingly shoo him away; he smirks, knowing he's going to get you to think about it properly, and says his goodbyes over his shoulder while he leaves.

Thinking years and years back, you recall a lesson you had in school, basic counterpart biology. Nowadays, scent blockers are incredibly effective, but if the will of your counterpart is strong enough—your omega, in your case—they can overrule them for certain people, allowing you to smell them even through scent blockers.

It’s something that developed centuries ago, with people your counterpart deems worthy or rather- safe-—even from a first meeting, your scents can almost triple in intensity. Scent blockers make your scent mild to others; they can still identify whether you are alpha, beta or omega and identify some of the notes of your scent, but the effects and intensity of the scents are miniscule.

The intensifying case originally developed in your biology to allow packs and mates to be able to find you even in dire situations, even if your scent has significantly weakened. You know that some parents experience it with their children; mates experience it sometimes too. It’s something that used to be followed in identifying what people often call ‘fated mates’, the other person, or people, your counterpart feels is perfectly aligned with you. In other words, it signifies an incredibly strong, fated or biological connection.

It’s a lot less common now; living in urban environments made it nearly die out too. Therefore, that surely can’t be the case and can’t possibly even be relevant, so you don’t know why you’d even think back to it.

Pushing it out of your mind and refusing to dwell on it is a whole lot easier than listening to your omega whine about it being true and facing that potential reality.

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Later that evening you’ve swarmed yourself in your job so much that it’s slipped out of your mind, just like you wanted it too until its nearly closing. You haven’t seen any of the other boys other than Yoongi today- not that it matters or anything-

Around this time, you turn the music a little louder, for your own satisfaction really, theres usually barely anyone here so it becomes your little heaven, looking more like a jazz club than a cafe when it gets dark from the warm, dim lights and the furniture you had picked.

Right around 10 minutes before closing, Hoseok and Taehyung walk in, waltzing over to the counter, ordering their preferences for the day and you go about it as usual, they ask how your day was, you ask it back, that sort of thing.

“Sit in or to go?” - You don’t see Hoseok look down at his watch and frown, realising how close it is to closing and then you look back up, they had planned to sit in but hadn’t checked the time before coming.

“Your closing soon right?” - He asks, you nod but before he can say anything you quickly add a few words on, you don’t know why but you really dont mind the 7 staying a little after closing if its just them, they are nice company, you enjoy it. In fact, its become a sort of routine for you and Namjoon to stay long after closing together a few times a week anyway.

“I’ll probably have another hour-ish before i leave so you can sit in if you’d like” - Smiling gently, not pushing but you doubt he would of mentioned it had they not been considering staying. Taehyung looks at you in surprise, answering before Hoseok could.

“Are you sure?”

“I am, i really don’t mind” - You nod firmly, you just have a bit of cleanup and then to check on the prep for tomorrow and maybe you’ll bake a few batches of cakes and cookies for tomorrow anyway.

“We’ll sit in then, kick us out as soon as you want too though” - Hoseok tells you, he says it firmly but theres a teasing smile there, you laugh a little and nod

They go and sit down, you make their drinks, a tea for Taehyung and a fresh fruit smoothie for Hoseok, you take it as they don’t have to go back to the studio after because Hoseok isn’t ordering a coffee and it brings a smile to your face, glad they are atleast leaving at a sensible time today.

“Do you think Jungkook’s seen her since?” - Hoseok asks, Jungkooks been particularly quiet since the whole Jimin, you, scent tackle incident. Taehyung frowns.

“I think he’s scared too, you know” - Hoseok huffs out at Taehyung’s answer. Jungkook isn’t going to get anywhere avoiding you, you don’t even know what happened anyway.

“Funny to think Mr Seven Days a Week is acting like this over a girl” - Hoseok tries to lighten Tae’s mood a little, it does bring a smile to his face though.

“Alright, well Mona Lisa is borderline explicit too” - Taehyung defends, laughing out a little now

“Key word: borderline, and- im not avoiding her” - Hoseok gestures to around him and you, as if to say look where we are, to prove his point.

“Everyone in the group with an explicit song seems to get a bit clumsy around her you know” - Taehyung laughs out thinking about how Namjoon, usually confident and bright, acts like a lost puppy around you.

“Are you talking about Mr. Pro rider?” - Hoseok smirks and pushes but then he thinks and adds

“Although, Yoongi is particularly bold with her so maybe those two are just the unlucky ones” - It’s fun to tease eachother, they always do, pushing and prodding at eachothers new songs whenever their even somewhat explicit.

“Well if we are talking borderline explicit you and Jimin seem to do well with her too so maybe they are just unlucky” - Tae shrugs, both of them agree there.

“I get him though, Jungkook” - Hoseok sighs out, he pities Jungkooks current internal battle, hes running from his own instincts because he doesn’t know what to do about his body reacting like this.

“So do I; I don’t think he’s felt like this before, we know hes had his experiences and whatever, but he values that control; he fully pushes away what his alpha tries to tell him unlike you and and pretty much all of us who embrace it a little more” - Taehyung tells him, thinking back to what he knows about everyone and their relationship history. Jungkook is particularly closed off, he likes being in his comfort zone.

“And how about you?” - Hoseok already knows how he is starting to feel about you, how he’s felt pulled to you from your first meeting, he has just enough balance with his alpha to keep himself in check, listen and give in sometimes, hold back at others.

“Im… just… seeing how it plays out” - Tae says, scratching at his neck because although his alpha isn’t having him drop onto Jimin because he smelt like you, your slowly invading his brain more and more, you’re scent driving him a little more crazy every time he sees you.

Before Hoseok can respond, your coming over with their drinks and cakes, your hairs down now, having just turned the sign to closed and you’ve foregon your apron, it lets them see how your t-shirt clings to you in all the right places, tucked neatly into your jeans which Taehyung finds himself really hoping arent uncomfortable on your skin, okay maybe he is more affected than he’s letting on because the thought of the denim being scratchy on you is enough for him to have to refrain a snarl from slipping out.

You tend to douse yourself in oversized clothes and the only time they’ve seen you other that is in your usual jeans and shirt and an apron, it hides pretty much everything about your body but with it off they can see the curve of your waist, the way your thighs pull at the wide-leg jeans and your t-shirt a bit tight around your breasts but they try to rid that thought from their minds- quickly at that. They can’t really think about it any longer without feeling their own alphas rise to the surface despite just talking about pitying Jungkook for the same thing.

You’re just about to leave when you contemplate for a second and look at them both, they wait exptectantly for you to speak

“Do you mind if i turn the music up a bit louder?” - You turn it up close to closing but when you have actually closed, you like to turn it up a bit more and dive into the music whilst you finish up.

“You can do whatever you want, angel” - Hoseok says a bit too fast to stop the nickname from slipping out and he freezes, Taehyung looks at him a bit shocked, you absolutely stun on the spot, lips parted in a silent gasp and cheeks flushing at a record-breaking rate, you puff your cheeks up and merely reply with a little ‘mhm’, a bit too high-pitched to be normal and spin on your foot booking it across the room to distract yourself.

Your hands fall to your cheeks, feeling the heat there and goddamn it your about to purr again- what is it with them and making you feel like this?! Your omegas chanting something distantly in your mind, purring away ‘angel, angel, angel’ like its a mantra you live by. And now, why are you smiling? Scrap that, beaming?! Your hearts racing faster than you can quite comprehend so you quickly turn the music to try and busy yourself.

“I think we should stop talking about Jungkook’s avoiding issue and start keeping it to ourselves because…” - Taehyung trails off, Hoseok agrees with a curt nod and they try and act like nothing happens. Hoseok’s alpha is pushing and growling in content, trying to make him voice it but he won’t.

Luckily for them, and you, as you had said, your music gets louder, a slow song that Taehyung is oh so familiar with ringing throughout the cafe. ‘Strangers in the night’ by Frank Sinatra. He perks up as it begins, looking at you across the room and to his delight, your gently humming and ever so slightly swaying as you neaten up the other side of the cafe, you hardly notice Taehyung’s scent spike in delight and the way he’s just staring at you.

Hoseok watches, amused, knowing Taehyung isn’t going to get up and do anything without a bit of encouragement but he sees a memory to be made, a joy to have. You make your way closer to them after just a moment, they can hear you humming along more clearly now.

“Go, get up” - is all Hoseok says and Taehyung looks at him as if asking him what he’s talking about, trying to play it off but he gets a kick to his ankle under the table and then Taehyung’s jolting up, taking his chance when you’re about to walk past them.

You don’t notice him getting closer as your back is to them both but Taehyung takes his courage and walks behind you, gently taking your hand and spinning you to face him, the touch electric and surprising, you let out a quiet yelp and there he is, standing over you, gently leaning down to your ear and whispering oh so intimately.

“Dance with me” - You stare at him in shock for a moment, giggling a bit and telling him the truth.

“I can’t dance” - Is all you say, he shakes his head at you and whispers again, his warm breath dancing over your air and you feel like your suffocating, in the best way, your heart tight and breathing a little uneven.

“You can, trust me” - He leans back and holds out his hand to you, letting you pick whether to take it, you do. You slowly put yours in his, he brings it up to his neck, wrapping it around and your other hand follows, his skin warm and soft against your fingers, the soft hairs at the nape of his neck tickling you and then he gives you a warm smile, hovering his own hands over your waist and guides you into the same soft sway you’ve been doing subconsciously, but this time, with him. Your both a little clumsy at first, getting used to eachothers rhythm or rather- you trying to replicate his and giggle together until you find a good pace.

Taehyung’s own heart is racing as you wait for his guidance, he settles his hands on your waist softly, your gasp swallowed by the music, theres a small bit of room between you two and its like you’re in a different world, gently swaying and turning, theres a smile you cant hide on your face, your heart in your ears.

One of Taehyung’s hand’s leaves your waist to hold one of yours, his arm guiding you to spin and you do, the turn eliciting a giggle out of you, this time, when you’re back facing his front, you close the distance, your feet between his own and you rest your cheek on his chest, swaying so softly around the cafe. When the song ends you feel disappointed but Taehyung doesnt let go, ‘Misty’ By Ella Fitzgerald begins to play and he simply sways you even slower. You can hear his heart beating fast through his broad chest, hes firm and warm, his hands big and you feel safe, comforted, romantic. Your eyes close, letting him completely guide your every step, arms clinging around his neck and he dips his head to rest it on your own, even if it hurts his neck a little. Your flush against eachother, two souls as one.

Taehyung has never felt so blissful, watching you occasionally, feeling your soft breathing against him and it feels like his thoughts just disappear, your small, soft under his hands and he loves it, your scents even sweeter than normal, he’s sure it’ll stick to his clothes after this. Against his chest, your deeply inhaling his own scent, sighing out in blis and your mind feels a little hazy, you could stay here forever. If there was even the tiniest gap between you, you both lean in to fill it, pressing close to eachother. Your purring, you don’t realise but Taehyung does, so does Hoseok, he can hear it from where he’s watching you two. Taehyung reciprocates your purrs with his own sweet grumbles.

A few songs play after, neither of you are too sure what they were because theres better things to focus on, he spins you occasionally, you giggle everytime, spinning right back into his waiting arms seemingly even closer than before. His arms are wrapped fully around your waist rather than just holding the sides now, when you slowly come to a stop you both just stand there holding eachother, you feel relaxed enough to sleep right then and there, against his chest and you reluctantly open your eyes and look up at him with stars in your eyes, he looks down at you with the same and you break into the biggest smile he’s ever seen on you.

Its hard to break away from eachother but you do, eventually.

“I definitely still can’t dance but its a start” - Is all you can manage to say and Taehyung gives you that boxy smile, the one that cold melt thousands of hearts

“I’ll teach you more” - Its a promise and one that allows you to fully step back and tell him you’re just going to keep finishing up. He nods, and as you pass Hoseok, he gives you a wink, finally setting in your brain what just happened. You’re blushing so heavily it looks like you’re going to blow up, and every step you take feels hazy; your eyes are a little low. It’s the kind of look that makes alphas like Tae and Hoseok want to leap to protect you. You’re a little vulnerable like this, and it’s unfamiliar. A lot of things are unfamiliar lately, but you have to embrace change, especially when it feels this good.

You can hardly get around to the few small tasks you were going to do-—let alone even think about any baking right now. you almost feel intoxicated; you almost feel a little dizzy with it all but you want to stay in this exact state, and- you want to find a nest, build a nest, anything to do with a nest, right now…

You can’t- theres nowhere right to make a nest here… There are chairs and blankets and pillow though… It would be weird for you to make even a half nest here- without knowing, you stand at one of the blanket piles, kneading the top one over and over, deep in your own battle. It’s all you can do to not make any kind of nest.

Taehyung falls into the chair and slumps with a big, almost sleepy smile. Hoseok laughs at him a little.

“I’ll send you the videos” - Is all Hoseok says, and Taehyung’s eyes shoot open because not once did he see Hoseok recording, but then again, he had other focuses.

Under the dim, warm lights, dancing around the cafe with you, his heart beating so fast he could simply pass out, but he’s too happy for that. They both sit in a comfortable silence with your music playing in their ears until Hoseok glances over and spots you across the cafe, your back towards them, but your hands are moving over and over something… the blanket pile. He keeps leaning back in the chair to get a different angle, and from there he can see you staring at the blanket a little conflicted and holding it tight, kneading it over and over.

Tae looks over too, trying to work out what your doing when a possibility flickered through his mind-

“Is she…” - Is all he can say before Hoseok gets up and out of his chair, quietly walking over to you. It doesn’t click at first, but then it does- all of the dancing, so close to Taehyung, the hazy look in your eyes after and now… You're trying to nest, or at least thinking really hard about it, somewhere else in your mind, subconcious. His alpha whispers in his ear, more like screams at him to take you somewhere safe and lead you to nest, but he knows realistically he can’t really do that; he has to do something though because he can’t stand that conflicted look on your face. You’re confused; you look at your hands like you don’t know what you’re doing, and then you remind him of someone, Jungkook.

Hoseok finds a blanket on the back of a chair; it's thick and relatively heavy and just right. He walks over to you slowly, unfolding the blanket as he nears you. You don’t seem to hear nor smell him approaching even when he puffs his scent out in a soft wave once he nears you. Your nose twitches, but that's all.

Hoseok frowns, walks up to you, and gently wraps the blanket around your shoulders from behind you; in an instant, your body relaxes a little, and your hands grip at the edges of the blanket, tugging it around your body. He can hear how your breathing is unsteady, and when you slowly turn, the glassy look you have over your eyes and the confusion so prominent pull at his heart, and he really has to resist pulling you into his chest so you can use his scent and embrace to calm down.

“Angel…” - Hoseok speaks slowly, trying to get you to really focus on him; you're deep in another sort of headspace, one that's often brilliant, but should you be upset and confused like you are now, it can be terrifying.

Your heart beating in your own ears is louder than Hoseok’s voice; he sounds almost far away. There’s something soft and heavy and warm wrapped around your body, and you’d quite like to slide to the ground right now. You shouldn’t do that though. You’re so deep in your mind that you don’t notice that Hoseok is fluttering his scent around you in small waves, ones that make you breathe in instinctually and subconsciously and then let go again. He saw you were breathing in a weird pattern, hardly enough to be healthy, and when you didn’t respond to him calling out your name, his alpha clawed at him to let him try something. He did, and the scent waves got you in a lot more regular breathing pattern, although the flushes of his scent make your eyes all droopy again. You are more present now, just a little dizzy.

“It’s time to go home, angel; I’m going to drive you. Is that okay?” - He speaks quietly, firm enough for you to feel grounded but not enough to scare you. You’re still only half here, slowly getting back, but you need to be somewhere you feel comfortable, asap and he’s not letting you walk home like this.

You’re confused; you don’t quite know what happened but you nod because the idea of going home like this alone feels really off-putting right now. Namjoon has begun to walk you home after your evenings like this anyway and Jimin and Jungkook do too-

Taehyung sees it happening, clears up their plates, and grabs both of their bags. He couldn’t see what was happening with Hobi standing in front of you, but he can hear it, and he feels bad for not noticing sooner, but he can’t dwell on that right now.

They make sure you lock up and do anything desperately needed, and then they take a short walk with you down to near the Hybe building, Taehyung helping you into Hobi’s car, and it’s only a short ride to your house, but in that time you slumped to the side, leaning your head against Taehyung’s shoulder, who’d opted to sit next to you in the back. His warmth envelopes you enough for you to half-fall asleep, eyes barely open. He has to gently shake you to wake you up enough to get into your building.

You thank them, and Hoseok walks you to the door, his hand hovering over the small of your back, protectively, maybe a bit possessively, never quite touching but nearly. When you get in, all you can think about is your nest, and you don't even unravel the blanket still held around your shoulders before barreling in and dozing off.

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“What was that, hyung” - Taehyung slowly realises that while he thought he wasn’t, he might be in a very similar boat to Jungkook because he has absolutely no idea what just happened; he wouldn’t have known what to do- not unless he listened to his alpha- whom he pushed back in that moment.

“Something kind of similar to what happened with Kook, except she was physically awake and he wasn’t” - It’s the only way Hoseok can compare it to something, this way it makes sense, at least more than it did

“Probably being so close triggered her instincts and put her in a less conscious state; i don’t think she is used too it… Most omegas get like that with scenting, and it often forces a need to nest and scent amongst other stuff.” - Hoseok hadn’t yet moved the car, not taking his eyes off the door in case you suddenly came rushing back down. Taehyung furrows his brows because…

“But i didn’t scent her” - Taehyung mumbles out in confusion but Hoseok just gave him a ‘are you serious’ kind of look

“So rubbing your cheek all over her head wasn’t you scenting her?” - Hoseok asks, eyebrows raised in sarcasm. Taehyung slumps; he hadn’t noticed he was scenting you.

“I mean, yeah, it’s probably the mildest form of scenting, but she was rubbing into your chest and your arms too; it probably rubbed off on her a whole lot more than either of you think” - Hoseok reasons. Taehyung frowns because he really hadn’t realised; he wishes he had.

“Anyways, i don’t think she’s used too it, scenting nor her headspace.” - Hoseok continues, shaking his head, finally putting the car in drive and slowly pulling away.

Taehyung’s alpha is full of pride for being able to lead you into said headspace but he’s also internally whining since he wasn’t the one to help you or comfort you and bring you back to being calm when you were so confused.

“It’s only really safe for her to fall into that sort of space when she’s somewhere she can comfortably nest and do anything she needs too, imagine if Jungkook had tackled Jimin and done that anywhere but at home” - Hoseok is conflicted for leaving you alone but also knows you might not have appreciated him staying, he can only hope that you won’t feel upset after you come back to yourself.

Taehyung realises quickly that he isn’t nearly as confident with the relationship you are all slowly beginning to form as he thought he was and the moment they get back he is researching and researching, anything and everything to do with Omegas so he isn’t caught not knowing what to do once again. You’d think he would know, even just instinctually but not quite, their world means they have to learn to get a hold of their instincts and heavily suppress them often.

Scenting is common in packs, they all scent eachother in their pack, some more often than others and they all have their methods, most primarily using their wrists but Jimin and Jungkook and occasionally the others tend to use nuzzling as another form. Its for comfort, calms their instincts enough to be manageable, it’s needed. You on the other hand, only scent your own belongings, of course your friends puff their scent around you when they are out with you but you don’t scent eachother.

A sort of gap, a hole feels a little more full after being mildly scented by Taehyung, a more intense version of the fuzzy feeling you got a glimpse of when Jimin had dried your hair for you and his wrists had occasionally brushed over your head. It lulls you deep into sleep in your nest, laying belly up, strange and different for you- you always curl into yourself or sleep on your front, instinct to protect your belly even if your only in your own nest. You’ll get hung up on what happened tomorrow.

It’s kind of accepted, the slow form of a relationship thats going on between you all, you don’t voice it, in fact you try to ignore it but fate has a funny way of pushing things to happen.

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The following night, you’re getting ready for your weekly dinner with the girls, going somewhere a little more fancy tonight. Physical preparation like choosing a nice silk dress and kitten heels with your hair nicely styled is a small part of the rest of your prep, the mental prep of confronting the development of your relationship with bangtan. This night, you’ll speak to the girls about it, discuss what to do, where to go, explain your mind, your behaviours and hope they can bring you some insight, help you get ready.

That begins after you have had your first drink, just a sweet glass of rosé. Your friends arent blind to what’s been going on, they are simply waiting until you are ready to also confront it.

“I’ve been feeling weird lately” - Is how you start off with, the girls turn their full attention to you, already knowing whats coming and fully prepared, excited for you too.

“Weird how?” - Minnie asks, wanting more information as shes one of the unfortunate ones who isn’t at work with you everyday to see it first hand

“Just very… in tune with my omega?” - They hum in understanding, you fiddle with your fingers trying to think of how to put it into words

“Well… that can happen when you experience changes in a relationship you know” - Miyeon tells you and then continuing

“Is there anyone that could possibly be relevant too?” - They already know there is but this is about going at your pace, helping you confront it and go forward.

“Theres a group, i met them a while ago now and it feels like my omega resurfaces everytime im around them but tenfold…”

“The lovesick puppies” - Soojin states, a knowing smile on her face and you blush a little, grumbling about the name shes chosen

“You should listen Y/n, if it feels right then let it happen” - Minnie tells you, nudging your shoulder where she is next to you

“It feels like i should but its so different and im acting strange around them, like… giggly and feeling fuzzy” - You cringe at your own description of it but thats what it is… Some of them laugh a little at your expression.

“Oh Y/nnie, come on, tell us about it”

“I feel safe around them, like a different kind of comfort and then i feel all strange like- when Jimin was at my apartment my omega was telling me to take him to my nest?!” - You whisper yell the end of it, clearly conflicted and taking another gulp of your wine. They coo and fret as if it’s the cutest thing in the world, gushing and practically petting your head like a dog.

“You like them Y/n, or atleast, your omega does.” - Soyeon tells you, looking at you fondly, you furrow your brows because in reality, you know that, you’ve just tried to ignore it.

“Yesterday, i was dancing with Taehyung and after i just couldn’t stop thinking about nesting and having his scent close, i didnt even feel fully present it was so weird…” - You shoot them a look as if to say - dont pry about the dancing - and they dont, even if theres a few wiggles of eyebrows and smirks around.

“Did he scent you?”

“I dont know?-” - You look at her mentally saying, ‘did you not just hear what i said i wasn’t really all there.’ and she puts her hands up in surrender so Soojin takes over

“You might of got a bit of a scent high, your omega being more present than usual and clearly happy by the sounds of it”

“Oh what do i do…” - You put your head in your hands, a little stressed

“Can i tell you exactly what i think you should do?” - Yuqi asks, you shoot up looking at her like yes- tell me right now…

“Just accept it, let it happen, if it feels right then just see where this goes, let your omega be more present around them, listen and i think you’ll find yourself very happy” - The rest of the girls nod and add little comments, mostly just reinforcing Yuqi’s words and you sit a little conflicted because yeah they are helping but its easier said than done…

“Pushing away what you really want will only hurt Y/n, just try it, yeah?” - Soojin says, arm wrapping around Shuhua happily and the image of those two together helps, her words come from a place of experience and after a small moment of contemplation you nod

“Okay… i’ll try it” - The entire table erupts in cheers and tease, you stubbornly push away all their hands, fixing your ruffled hair and Minnie calls thats shes getting another round of wines for you all in celebration

You still don’t know exactly where its going but now, your embracing it.

“Okay now tell us all about the moments your so clearly hiding” - Soyeon pushes, all of them turning to you in agreement, you flush never thinking you’d been obvious but clearly they caught onto your behaviour before you really did yourself.

“Jimin gave me back my clothes and they smelt like him and the pack and i put them straight in my nest…” - You cover your burning face with your hands, smiling beneath them and the girls are loud, teasing and prodding you, pretty much fangirling over your small developments.

“I think they seem very nice, just generally good people” - Minnie says, approving from both the interactions she’s had with them directly and based on what shes seen and heard with you. Yuqi and Soojin agree, nodding and sharing your little secrets about always letting them stay late and reserving their favourite’s for them.

“I think your more whipped than you realise Y/nnie” - Miyeon tells you, smiling and cooing.

“Theres one thing that’s kinda stuck with me though…” - You trail off, they push you to tell them

“I wear scent patches pretty much all the time but Yoongi told me it’s as if i dont and that he can smell me, like really strong even with them on and then he showed me he was wearing them too and that all of them wear them but thats not possible because their scents are so- strong” - You furrow your brows, still hooked on that whole interaction even if you did try to push it down.

“They definitely wear them Y/n, i can only slightly smell them” - Yuqi tells you, Soojin and Soyeon agreeing

“And we can hardly smell you either, only because we know what you smell like can we really identify it” - Okay this has not exactly helped- you wanted them to say that yeah their scents are overpoweringly strongbut no-

“This is probably more of your omega trying to push you towards them Y/n and their alphas the same, if you like their scents then enjoy it” - Shuhua tells you knowing that it happened with one of her friends and her mate, it only slightly settles you but you just huff out, another gulp of wine and you’re all on your second- some third- glasses by now.

“After your scent started to get sweeter occasionally, I noticed it happens mostly around them you know, and didn’t Dr.Kim tell you that you should be fine getting your heat on time so it wasnt that” - Minnie pushes and the girls gush- you definitely feel bad for the tables around you guys.

“Let’s just agree that you let it happen and see where everything goes?” - Minnie asks and you give a firm nod, refusing to dwell on the little details more right now, especially with you starting to get a bit tipsy.

“Okay but do keep telling us about any of these interactions-” - Shuhua pushes, wiggling her eyebrows at you and you blurt that theres nothing to tell-

Your fancy night ends with them teasing and dancing you around the paths on the walk back to your apartment, tey always do this, make sure you get home first even when you insist you don’t need it. You go to sleep with a lighter mind, a new kind of positivity to where this strange and new road is taking you.

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A few nights later you’re cherishing your slow wind down to closing time. You haven’t seen much of the boys but since your chat with the girls, every time you have seen them it just feels a little more right, easier and you welcome it. It’s been a long day, you’ve felt particularly jittery and a little like you don’t want to be around so many people, just one of those days really.

These are the kinds of evenings you often look forward too. When the air is just right, spring is rolling in and its warming up the nights, the sun looks particularly beautiful in its descent tonight. It may be your favourite time of day, this very particular window of time. The moon is slowly rising, you can’t help but look and smile whilst in-between the few customers that come in at this time. It’s a quiet evening, you appreciate that.

As much as you love the bustle and energy your cafe gets most days, these quieter evenings are the ones you cherish. The lighting of the cafe is always just a dim, warm light, to mimic your favourite time of the day. The music feels distant but oh so present at the same time, blissful. Theres barely a few customers in now, you have 30 minutes until closing and if you get lucky, there will be maybe 1 or 2 more tonight.

He doesn’t disturb your peace, Namjoon, he comes in and no matter what he did, you think he couldn’t pause your bliss. He’s kind of like these evenings, sometimes when you glance over you think he shouldnt be here, not in the heart of Seoul, he should be somewhere in the countryside, rural, delicate, so naturally beautiful.

You find he has a preference for coming in at this time when he can, sits in the same spot everytime, the best spot in the cafe in your opinion. He has his glasses on tonight, a book in hand, this is how these evenings go, you will slowly finish up, making yourself a sweetened fruit tea, sometimes you vary your choice, go for a different kind of tea, most of the time you don’t. Pick out one of your bakes, usually one you’ve reserved for yourself at the beginning of the day before setting them on display and quietly, without a word, you’ll make your way over. Namjoon’s presence is a balm to your slight jitters, you wouldn’t want any other company - other than maybe any of the others in bangtan too.

The silence is always welcomed between you two, always. Neither of you know when it became so routine but he will briefly lift his eyes from his book, even though he knows its you by the doughy, sweet scent that gently fluffs around him like the pillows hes lying back on. A small smile is sent your way, its enough to tell you how his day has been, just by the energy behind that momentary smile. You’ll quietly begin to eat whatever you’ve chosen for the day, Namjoon will read to the end of his chapter.

Only then will he dog-ear the page; he never has a bookmark on hand. He sets it down, you read the title, then you’ll look back up at him, offer a satisfied smile, always because you are usually naturally happy at this time of day. Namjoon always looks especially handsome with his glasses on, then often slip and he gently pushes them back up, the same way he wipes his curtains out of his face when they get a little too long.

Namjoon’s tired today, not upset but just tired. Your presence is welcomed, he appreciates it, you seem to understand without a single word.

You always stare out, daydream of one day residing in what you hope to call your forever home, somewhere with a view that looks especially beautiful at this time of day. You never fret, never push at his shoulders to tell you how hes feeling, never be anything but yourself because as far as your instinct to care and dote goes, this is what Namjoon needs. Your omega settles when you simply accompany Namjoon, let him lead if he would like to talk, guide the conversation when he gets a little frustrated, you know he appreciates it.

Namjoon’s always curious as to how you take your tea, you cycle through a specific few colours of tea each time you end up here - a few times a week at the very least. While you have a preference for your teas, what flavours you pick and the specific levels of sweetness, you don’t have a preference for the mug that holds it, never particular, never the same.

He’s grown partial to a mint tea in the evenings, a half teaspoon of honey when he does it the first time. Every time, you set out the little pot of honey for him to make it to his taste for the first cup he has, the second cup he has is always after you’ve arrived, you do it for him that time. Sometimes you add a singular drop extra, on the days where you claim he needs the extra sweetness with a teasing smile, if he has a third, you do it for him then too. It’s just how it goes.

Halfway through your time together, you will stand to pull the shutter on the door down and flip the sign to closed, then rejoin him. He’d worried the first time, thinking he should leave, you reassured him you didn’t want him too, since then, he hasnt questioned it.

“Do you think about the future often?” - It’s the first thing he says to you today, since you’ve sat down that is. Perhaps you’d think the first thing he’d ask about is your day, thats often not the case, you like this much more. Namjoon’s intelligent in a way far deeper than academics, he’s still learning he says, still growing, and you believe him but wisdom comes with time and care. His intelligence is refreshing, its raw and real, its sometimes clumsy but this is his first time living, its also yours. You’ve claimed he is far more intelligent than he knows, that you can see it, that you’ve heard and seen it, he didn’t agree, he still doesn’t; that doesn’t matter because we all see the flaws in ourselves far heavier than others will, often we degrade and push down our positives in favour for confronting the negatives.

His emotional intelligence is a positive, hes doesn’t see it the way you see it.

“Occasionally” - You say after a moment, he leaves it open for you to continue, you do.

“We are all living in the present but, i have things i imagine for the future, or rather, id like to hope ill get to experience at some time in my life” - You don’t dote on the future every second of the day, fate is a funny thing, it’s unpredictable, you leave the rest of your life open for question, don’t tie it to an expectation but there are things you’d like to imagine one day you’ll experience.

“Tell me about them” - Is all he says in response, he’s not staring, infact his eyes are kind of lidded, as if he might fall asleep but you know he wont, you know he’s listening. He’s inquisitive, always curious, you like that about him. He likes to learn, learn about the people around him, the general and the not so general, you like that too.

“They are the type of things most people hope to experience; i’d love to travel, to explore the world for what it is, find the beauty in both the rural and urban, to paint a picture of it in my mind for every place i’m able to visit” - Namjoon doesn’t respond, he lets you continue once again because he thinks your mind is truly artistic, beautiful, romantic. You live in the realistic, but you speak to romanticise things your passionate about. He finds that differs from your attempt to make it seem like you say the same as everyone.

“I’d like to see love, from anywhere i am able to visit, maybe one day ill be lucky enough to experience it but- im not set on when, we may be able to mold our futures to an extent but fate can sway and push at anything we might think is set in stone. If i ever fall in love, i think ill treasure it, i’ll forever be grateful, i don’t think every attraction is love, i think it’s something different and otherworldly and that’s why i more so want to see it, to slowly form my own definition for what i think love is.” - You take a sip of your tea as if Namjoon isn’t looking at you like you’ve just fluttered down from heaven. He’s not smiling for a moment but then he is,

“Do you think you’ve seen it before?” - It might seem silly to anyone else to ask that but with what you just said, Namjoon, and you, think its wholly justified. Your smile is faraway, dreamy and its enough of an answer even before you nod. You don’t want to redefine love, you just want to find what it really looks like to you.

“I think love can be fleeting moments, it doesn’t always equivilate to long term but if i could pick, id like to experience both, maybe i already have, maybe i just havent quite realised it yet” - Namjoon’s throat feels dry, he doesn’t get to have these conversations often, you could of answered so simply ‘i want to travel and love’ but you told him how, why, where, you told him it so rawly that it couldn’t be simple, he likes that so much more, he likes you so much more.

Maybe you don’t know what you do to him, maybe you do but it doesn’t matter to Namjoon, you’re a different kind of new for him, sure, hes had deep conversations, of course he has but this feels so different and he embraces it. This is how you grow, this is how you learn.

“Am i rambling?” - You ask, you know he will answer you truthfully.

“Never” - Namjoon answers you breathily; it sounds like its almost pushed out of his chest, genuine, pure.

“Id also like a balcony, this chat would be nice on a balcony” - You add, smile reaching your eyes because its random in comparison to all you’ve just said but Namjoon appreciates it nonetheless and agrees, mind drifting to this exact conversation but on a balcony, somewhere in one of the places you’d want to travel, maybe italy.

Most would think its time for you to reciprocate his questions now but you’ve learnt to understand Namjoon, thats not what he wants, he just wanted to learn, he doesn’t always want to have a back and forth, not in the traditional manner, so you’ll wait. You’ll sit comfortably in silence, watching the sun slowly set, you know he’ll speak up if he wants too, you trust that.

He’s the voice of so much, so often, its part of his life that sometimes silence is his remedy, sometimes he wants to be the listener, he always wants to be the listener with you.

“Tell me more, anything” - Namjoon’s voice is once again breathy, the kind of deep that lulls you into calm. You smile, thinking of something random to tell him. It’s not exactly random though, its meaningful.

“My favourite fruit is a pomegranate” - You give him a slightly brighter smile and he returns one, not as full as yours but he knows you have a reason for it, he wants to know it.

“They take a long time to prepare” - Is all he says, you laugh just a little, nodding. He finds he feels a little clumsy when hes with you, more than usual, in how he speaks, he often feels embarrassed for his blunt answers with you but you never do more than a little laugh, not at him though, you like it.

“I like pomegranates for how they taste, I don’t mind spending 10, maybe 15 minutes taking out every bit of fruit, i’ve learnt the best way to cut them so that i dont bruise or burst a single piece, if your impatient and not careful you’ll waste a lot of the fruit. Good things take time, sometimes a little more work but its worth it to me” - Namjoons still giving you that look; he’s finished his tea and you take his moment of silence to walk to the counter and brew a small pot of mint tea for him, giving him a bit of time to ponder.

When you return, fill his cup and put just the right amount of honey, he blurts out the first thing on his mind, its clumsy, he always is, its cute, you really like it.

“Teach me someday- how to do it” - He says, you look up after and your heart skips a beat, he’s looking at you with so much admiration that you breathe out shakily, warm all over, wrapping yourself in a blanket, gently kneading it with your hands and you nod, promising you will. He sits back when you do, his own heart in his ears, it feels like a promise far deeper than just teaching him how to cut a piece of fruit.

Distracted, he hardly notices how the tea is steaming and just as he lifts his cup to take a sip, you reach out, guiding his hand back down to the table slowly so that he doesn’t spill it, your blanket shifting off your shoulder as you do so, you’re half knelt on the chair to reach over, having brought your legs up and under you. Maybe it’s a little too intimate to other people; you’re basically nesting. Namjoon lets you, encourages it, and feels far less tired for some reason at it.

“It’s hot” - Is all you say and he nods, smiling a little sheepishly, noting to let it cool down before you have to stop him from running straight into disaster again. You giggle at his expression, its music to his ears, he finds himself joining.

You continue your quiet push and pull of the blanket you’ve wrapped around yourself, blinking slowly and your eyes drooping a little but theres no where you’d rather be, not even your nest. It’s true that listening to what your omega wants does feel good, a little bit of light nesting right here in his company is bold but you don’t hold back. Namjoon feels like he could be holding you here, speaks the obvious to give you an out but you shut him down.

“You’re tired” - He says, looking at you with mild concern. You’re nearly nesting right in front of him-—surely you’re uncomfortable, right? You’re not, you feel quite content actually.

“I’m happy” - And Namjoon’s melting all over again, he’ll stay right here until you want to leave. A quiet happy grumble rising in his throat as he cant pry his eyes off of your light nesting right in front of him. So intimate. Safe and comfortable.

Namjoon tends to reveal small things about himself gradually, randomly, either in his stories or just in a sentence in the silence. You smile and register each and every one, mentally noting them and, when its right, giving your input.

His imperfections feel so welcomed by you, each and every one, he can be himself, no expectations, no underlying standard.

He’s travelled, to so many places, something about your input makes him want to do it all over again and more, but in your way this time, go where the wind takes him, hes a romantic at heart and so are you. He wants to go with you this time.

When its finally time to go tonight, he’ll walk you home, walk a lot closer than usual, arms brushing and fingers occasionally reaching out to dance over eachothers, you don’t need to confront how you both want to be hand in hand, it’s a silent agreement. For now, you’ll both settle with this. Subconsciously, you lean a little into Namjoon’s warmth, just like your omega wants and Namjoon leans his own body just a little closer for you. Omegas run colder after all, and alphas run a whole lot warmer.

At your apartment building, you’ll be brave, listen to your omega, and reach out, wrap your arms around Namjoon’s middle, press your face to his chest and while your wrap is certain and soft, Namjoon’s arms wrapping all around your back and down to your own waist is tight, almost desperate with how fast he responds; pulling you even closer until your feet are between his own, your move the affirmation he needed to show his appreciation for you. His head is dipped down, subtly nuzzling into your hair, not quite scenting even if he wants too. You feel so good in his arms, they’re strong and protective and you feel so calm, so settled.

You breathe him in deep, he breathes you in deeper, both your hearts pumping in sync. The stars aligned. Not just for you and Namjoon, but for 6 other souls, in the heart of Seoul.

These evenings will later be ones you realise are moments you consider to be love, you’ll cherish them, every single one, every before and every to come. Your last two months have been full of love youll later recognise, from your dance with Taehyung, your chats with Namjoon, Yoongi’s quiet care, your walks with Jimin and Jungkook, the list goes on. You won’t realise it just yet, not so quickly - not to the extent that it is at least - neither, none of you will, but soon, amidst one of your moments of silence, you both will. For now, they are simply, or not so simply, exactly what they are.

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volume 3

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❖ proposal — by @hansolmates

Jeon’s the editor-in-chief for Big Hit Publishings, a closet romantic with a penchant for antagonizing his assistant on the reg. When his work visa is in the process of being renewed and he takes a trip to Norway, his eligibility to stay in America is on the line. However Jeon Jungkook doesn’t go without a fight, and in order to save his job he offers you a proposal you can't refuse. | 20.1k [f, a]

❖ magic stick — by @badbtssmut

Jungkook is kinda sad because he has never been with a girl who could take him balls deep because of his size, reader doesn't believe him and she wants to see, but he tells her that he can't atm bc he's not hard. She is wearing this kinda halter top style with no bra so she looses the top and shows her tits to him and let's him touch them. After he's hard he shows her his dick and she says she's willing to try to take it all and she rides him into the sunset. | ? [s]

❖ crazy — by @girlygguk

you know it sounds twisted. that most people would see hyungwon as the perfect boyfriend. healthy, balanced, all the things that relationships should be. that’s when you realized... you weren't like most people. but that's okay. because neither is jungkook. | 15.5k [s, f, a]

❖ we are all dreamers — by @yoonia

Jeon Jungkook is a cocky bastard. Not only does he have the pride and insolence twice the size of his head, but he also has an anger that could open up the door to hell on itself. As he continues to refuse to believe on the soulmate system, he keeps on unknowingly hurting you, punishing you for what the universe has thrown at him in the past. Would he change his ways as he finally meets you? Or would you run away, giving him the exit that he had seemed to desire so greatly? | 16.5k [a, s]

❖ comfort inn ending — by @joonbird

“It was you who Jungkook gave his heart to- that is, until the day you broke it. And it is you now, hoping that some faultlines can be repaired, and that some broken hearts can be put back together again.” | series [a, s]

❖ angel’s trumpet — by @hansolmates

one second, your life is flashing before your eyes and the next, you’re transported into a world exactly like your own. but the jungkook you meet in this world isn’t a renowned singer or your former almost-lover, in fact he has no clue who you are and why you know him so well. as you work to find your way home lost and confused, you conclude that you’re either dead or in the middle of the most wicked drug trip of your life. | series [ a, f, s]

❖ the habits of a broken heart — by @softykooky

jungkook and you are soulmates. so says the matching crescent moons on both your wrists. however, things are never as easy as they seem, and you are quick to learn that falling in love with someone who does not believe in love is a one-way ticket to heartbreak. | 26.3k [a, f]

❖ animal — by @cutaepatootie

series [a, s]

❖ a fallen bookmark on a thursday afternoon — by @cutaepatootie

He came to you like the air comes into the train station after the fast arriving of the machine. It comes fast and unexpected, making you hoist your head to look at the long vehicle and the people inside. It is so fast you can't even distinguish the different wagons. As the train comes to a stop, the wind that it creates plays with your hair, leaving you breathless. That's how Jeon Jungkook came into your life. | 19k [a, f, s]

❖ scattered stars — by @taegularities

It’s easy to despise Jungkook when your contradicting magic doesn’t allow you to touch each other without fatal consequences - but what if your eternal enemy turns out to be your soulmate with whom you, unfortunately, do fall in love? | 17.9k [f, a, s]

❖ welcome to the heartbreak show — by @numinousher

you’re in love with your partner in class that everyone fears (and loves) due to his stoic facial expression and the way he rejects girls rather harshly. as you get to know him, will he be able to handle your heart that you so willingly gave him to care for or, will he break it due to his hatred for people who are in love with him? | 28k [a, f]

❖ mutt — by @letsbangts

when you realize you can’t teach an old dog new tricks. | 6k [s, a]

❖ answer your phone — by @letsbangts

when the consequences of his actions come calling. — 12.8k [a, s]

❖ the love prognosis — by @awrkive

for as long as you can remember, you've always been a hopeless romantic. the girl who’s always dreamt of cheesy encounters with her soulmate, grand love declarations, and a cute little beach wedding to boot. but reality pretty much slaps you hard right on the face, because love, unfortunately, doesn’t come grand — it’s simple and it’s quiet, but it is quite painful, especially when the love that you’ve been seeking for all your adult life has just been right under your nose all this time. | series [f, a, s]

❖ lie with you — by @girlygguk

in which jungkook doesn't realize what he has until he just about loses it. | 8.4k [a, f]

❖ out of gas? — by @97kuu

It was a setup between Taejoon and Jungkook to get him to hook up with you in the car. However, his guilty heart and physical desire revealed that he wanted more than what he was willing to confess that night.. | 3k [s]

❖ ordinary things — by @lovieku

after a lost match, jeongguk’s only source of comfort is you. | 6.9k [a, f]

❖ cosmic balance — by @explicit-tae

Every universal realm has a positive and negative - good or bad. Jungkook manages to cross the portal from his dystopian world to your utopian one and decides that he'd do anything to stay with you. | 8.7k [a, s, f]

❖ seven storms — by @wintaerbaer

As a young woman of considerable wealth, it has always been your father's expectation that you would marry one of the local aristocrats once you came of age. Your family's stable hand? Certainly not an option. | 9k [a, s, f]

❖ first class— by @girlygguk

in which you are just another spoiled, bitchy, annoyingly gorgeous trust-fund baby who has everyone at Yonsei University eating from the palm of your hand. and jeon jungkook, your spoiled, fuck-boy, annoyingly gorgeous trust-fund baby best friend, is always first in line to take a bite. | 25k [a, f, s]

❖ when she loved me — by @jungkookstatts

How does one live when life is bound to end? | 11.2k [a, s]

❖ staged for the season — by @voyter

Going back home for the holidays meant facing his ex — the one he still couldn’t let go of. determined to win her back and spark a little jealousy, he brought you along… as his fake girlfriend. — 18.3k [f, s, a]

❖ guilty as sin — by @gldrushh

You are stuck in time, and Jungkook doesn't stop running from it until he eventually does, and you learn that grief doesn’t wait for death, that love isn't all that dignifying. — 17.3k [a, s]

❖ mature — by @jiminrings

The good thing about professing your feelings to jungkook is that it'd be over with, whether or not he likes you back — the bad thing is that he rejects you, even if you haven't confessed. — 8k [f, a]

❖ 6 AM — by @neimaami

Jungkook wakes you up at 6AM for more than just morning cuddles. — 4k [s]

❖ year 22 — @rkived

‘‘I knew you’d be standing in my front porch light, and I knew you’d come back to me.’‘ — 11.5k [a, f, s]

❖ tangled webs — @ughseoks

Soulmates are tricky thing. Not everyone is lucky enough to have their destinies intertwined with their missing piece. Signs come in dreams for those fortunate souls; short bursts that are barely memorable when the sun rises. As for you? Flashes of red and blue are your only indicators to the identity of your other half. — 14.1k [a, f]

❖ fighting hearts — @kooktrash

Never living a life of luxury, Jungkook does what he has to do to make ends-meet. right now that means fighting in underground clubs, getting beat black and blue until he wins. he knows there’s a better life out there for him but he never let himself think about it. until you came along and suddenly a weight is being lifted off his shoulders letting you through his guarded walls. you’re everything he needed and you make him want to fight for more. — 15k [a, s, f]

❖ a thousand reasons why — @taegularities

After leaving to work towards his dream rather than the bonds that shackle him to home, you didn't expect to see Jungkook again years later at your best friend's wedding. And even less, for love to rekindle at second glance. — 43.1k [a, f, s]

❖ can’t be without you — @ahundredtimesover

One night you’re gushing over rom-coms and Jungkook’s cooking; a few nights later you’re tending to his beat-up face. But while it’s his stubbornness that’s saved you countless times before, it’s that same quality that constantly puts him in danger. OR your best friend just can’t let go of underground fighting and so, drama ensues. — 30.4K [f, a, s]

❖ tangled thoughts — @hongcherry

It wasn’t easy to leave your boyfriend of two years, but the constant lies made you question your relationship. You tried to move on, but you were somehow constantly tangled in his web. After being captured by an unknown, yet familiar, enemy, Jungkook wondered if he was doing the right thing by keeping his secret identity from you. Was it too late to come clean? — 10.5k [a, f]

❖ warning signs — by @hongcherry

Spider-Man is a beacon of hope for most residents in Seoul; although, it causes you to feel a little useless to society. With determination to be a change in the world like your masked boyfriend, you find yourself involved in a secluded organization meant to eradicate underground gangs. However, you’re deeper than you expected—leaving Jungkook trying to discover who this ‘new you’ is alone. — series [a, f]

❖ kiss me better — by @jaykaysthicthighs

Jungkook said some really mean things to you when you started coming home so late. when he realizes how horrible he was, he tried making it up to you. — 4k [a, f]

❖ disney+ & blast — by @1kook

There’s a pounding on your door a little past noon, so hard and rough, that you almost think it’s the police finally coming to catch you for all your years of illegally pirating Phineas and Ferb. It’s not. It’s just a really drunk boyfriend wailing for your forgiveness at the door. — 13k [f, a, s]

❖ blackjack — by @kpopfanfictrash

Bangtan is one of the most vicious mafias on the west coast. Only six members are known by name though, with a mysterious seventh member dubbed only as ‘the shadow.’ When you become indebted to the worst of the worst – how, exactly can you find a way out? — series [s, a, f]

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[honeytae]

synopsis: it’s finally time to confront the sexual tension you’ve been dancing around.

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: smut, fluff

word count: 2.9k

warnings: tensions are high people, sarcasm as always but they’re cute, flirting. this is smut, so mdni. mentions of kissing, oral sex, unprotected intercourse, and vulgar language below the cut!

“you know,” you huff, kicking off your shoes and tossing them toward the couch, “this is officially the part where you either make yourself at home or awkwardly hover by the door.”

taehyung chuckles, leaning against the wall across from you. “third date me plays it cool.”

you turn, one eyebrow raised, the corner of your mouth tugging into a teasing smile. “third date you is really milking the joe cool thing. it’s kind of hot.”

tae grins and takes a step closer, not saying anything for a beat, just letting the space between you shrink. he tilts his head, smirking as you meet his gaze.

“i think you think i’m hot all the time.”

you blink at him, laughing as he tries to keep a straight face. “that didn’t even make sense,” you reply, closing your eyes as his forehead presses to yours.

he breaks down and laughs too after a moment, your mouths acting as natural magnets once you both quiet down.

the kiss isn’t cautious. it doesn’t need to be. it’s familiar and new all at once. it’s like crossing into a room you’ve been circling for weeks, finally stepping all the way in. his lips trace a trail over your neck, and you can’t help but let out a moan in response to his touch.

his grip tightens on your waist, pulling you closer until there's no space left between your bodies. the heat of him envelops you completely.

"you like that?" he whispers against your skin, his breath hot and tantalizing.

you can only nod, words failing as his hands explore lower, fingers tracing the curve of your hip at a deliberately slow pace. every touch ignites something primal within you, making it impossible to think clearly.

"i need to hear you say it," he insists, teeth grazing your earlobe. the gentle bite sends shivers cascading down your spine.

"yes," you finally manage, voice barely above a whisper. "please don't stop."

he smiles against your neck, clearly pleased with your response. his fingers find the hem of your shirt, slipping underneath to caress the bare skin of your stomach.

the tension between you two in this moment is electric, and as taehyung pushes up closer to you, you feel anticipation crawling up your throat.

his lips are now mere inches from your ear, and he gently grips your waist as you feel his cool breath tickling your neck.

“i’ll give you everything, but you have to tell me what you want,” he murmurs, his voice soft but tone firm. there was a slight rasp to his words, one that nearly stole all the breath from your lungs.

“i want everything,” you say, “i need you to touch me.”

he responds with a confident grin, lifting his eyebrows as he pulls his hand back from your body. he seems to hum thoughtfully, tilting his head slightly. “where do you want me to touch you? here?”

your eyes follow his hands as they move to your chest, cupping each breast in his large hands. you let out a shaky chuckle, raising your head to look at him again. “typical.”

tae grins, raising an eyebrow challengingly. “i promise you baby, i’m anything but typical.”

a wave of tingling excitement sweeps over you from head to toe, and you bite your lip in anticipation. his hands knead gently at your breasts through your clothing, and even that simple touch has you arching into him, desperate for more.

“so responsive,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. “how will you react when i really touch you?”

his words alone make your knees weak. you reach up, threading your fingers through his soft hair, pulling him down until his lips crash against yours. the kiss is hungry, desperate — all teeth and tongue as you both pour yourselves into each other.

taehyung breaks away first, both of you breathing heavily. his eyes are dark, pupils blown wide with lust as he continues tracing over your nipples with just the right amount of pressure to cause you pleasure.

“let me see you,” he commands softly, fingers already working at the buttons of your top. one by one they come undone, revealing more of your skin to his hungry gaze.

you shift your shoulders to shed the garment completely, letting it fall somewhere behind you. cool air hits your exposed skin, causing goosebumps to rise, but taehyung’s hands quickly return to take away the chill.

“beautiful,” he whispers to himself, eyes taking in every inch of you with appreciation. “so fucking beautiful.”

his thumbs brush over your hardened nipples, and you arch into his touch, craving more.

“god, i’ve wanted this for so long,” he confesses, voice rough with need.

the vulnerability in his admission makes your heart flutter despite the heated atmosphere. you reach for him, pulling his body flush against yours once more. “i’m yours now,” you whisper against his lips.

that seems to flip a switch within him. his mouth descends on yours with renewed fervor, his hands traveling down your body leaving a flash of heat in their trail.

your breath catches as his hand travels down your lower abdomen, finally pausing between your legs. his fingers apply pressure to your sensitive clit, rubbing it through the thin fabric of your shorts. when his fingers slip beneath your panties, you moan as they tease your entrance, resting your head on his shoulder and letting soft noises melt into the material of his t-shirt.

your hips struggle to grind your swollen bud into his palm while his fingers find their way inside you. everything else seems distant as pleasure causes your eyes to roll back.

you’re brought back to earth when he hums in your ear, lifting your head to meet his inquisitive yet adoring gaze.

it appears that he asked you a question while you were floating above your own body.

“would you like to move this to my bed?” he tries again, withdrawing his hand from your pants as you nod, brain still foggy from the way his hands were on you. “yes, please.”

you’ve been in his bed plenty of times — watching a movie mid-afternoon, crashing after a boozy night — but never in this context.

as he leads you to his room, you feel butterflies swell in your stomach. when he slips his shirt off over his head, the feeling increases tenfold.

you can’t hold yourself back once his face reappears from behind his shirt, crashing your mouth to his. he hums in surprise, his tongue darting out to explore your mouth. your hands trace every bit of skin and grip the tense muscles of his arms and back.

even as he guides you backward, you remain locked together, unfazed when something — a candle, maybe? — is knocked from his bedside table, and he lays you down on the mattress.

your hands move to his head, fingers knotting through his hair as his lips move down over your neck. his lips ghost the skin there, dragging down your chest and over your stomach.

your wiggle your hips toward him as his fingers move underneath your waistband, pausing to raise his eyebrow at you in question.

“please,” you whine in response.

that’s enough for him, taking your pants and underwear and sliding them down your legs in record time.

you’re gripping his hair, hard, by the time he lowers his face between your thighs, placing light kisses to the skin there.

“fuck,” he murmured, his eyebrows furrowing as he admires you. usually you would feel exposed, but with tae, it feels oddly comfortable.

you watch him until his tongue comes out to lick into your entrance, your head falling back helplessly onto the pillow. trying to catch your breath between moaning, your jaw drops as he licks up your center, flattening his tongue on your clit.

his hands slip beneath your thighs, holding them apart so he can dive in easier. calling his name, you clench around nothing every time he flicks his tongue over your clit, heat exploding through your core when he moves down to thrust it into your entrance.

his bliss is voiced by the deep timbre of his moans vibrating against you, your fingers clenching the sheets on either side of you in ecstasy.

“fuck, tae, i’m close,” you warn, feeling the pressure mount within you fast, spiraling toward your climax.

tae moves his mouth back to suck your clit, fingers sliding back into your entrance with ease. “good,” he says, kissing your inner thigh and watching as your eyes flutter shut when he pumps his fingers in and out. “i want you to cum.”

and then his mouth is back on you, curling his fingers into you to hit all the right spots. his mouth is closed around your clit, sucking more and more and more until-

“oh my god, taehyung!”

all you see is white, and all you hear is static. your body trembles as you release around his fingers, fire shooting up your spine as you repeat his name like it’s your very own mantra.

after a moment, you pop your eyes open, electricity buzzing through you as you watch him remove his fingers from you and pop them into his mouth. the sight makes your lower half tingle back to life, oxygen making its way back to your brain.

“you okay?” he moves back up your body, surveying your post-orgasm state before pressing a soft kiss to your sweaty temple.

the tender action fully brings you back to life, placing your hands on his chest and pushing him to lay on his back.

taehyung steadies you when you roll over on top of him, steadying your jello limbs with strong hands.

“why didn’t you tell me you’re a sex god?” you ask, your genuinely bewildered expression causing him to bellow a laugh below you.

“sorry i didn’t put that on my friendship application,” he says, propping himself up on his elbows behind him to slant his lips to yours.

“i need to ask you something,” you manage to get out between kisses, prompting taehyung to pull back and meet your gaze earnestly. “could we please get your pants off?”

taehyung rolls his eyes, smiling, as he complies with your request. he watches your reaction, seemingly seeing right through your facade.

his legs are some of the most sculpted you’ve ever seen, thighs practically inviting you to sit on them, his boxer briefs fitting snugly as your gaze travels to the bulge pressing against the fabric-

“like what you see?”

he smirks as you drag your eyes up his body, but immediately falters when your hand sneaks under the waistband of his boxers.

“obviously,” you simper, watching attentively as his eyelids fall lower over his eyes, pushing his hips up into your touch. you move your hand down, gradually, sweeping over his warm skin.

when you wrap your fingers around his cock, his eyes fall completely shut, cursing as his chin hits his chest. as you start stroking him up and down with your fist, he groans, watching as your hand comes out to pull his underwear all the way off.

your mouth waters as his length bobs up against his stomach, using your hand to guide it to your lips. at the first kitten lick you give his tip, you feel him throb in your hand.

“fucking killing me,” he mumbles, moaning as you start sucking on his tip in response. the volume of his voice rises as you take him further into your mouth, a hand coming to rest on the back of your head as your tongue glides over the underside of his cock.

you feel a fresh wave of desire pour over you as he moans your name, his hips stuttering when you take him to the back of your throat.

“where the fuck did you learn how to do that?” he whines, swallowing thickly as you stifle a laugh, the vibrations stimulating him even more.

“nevermind, don’t answer that,” he says, groaning deep and guttural while clenching your hair in his hand. “you’re gonna make me cum, baby.”

the tug he gives to your hair has you moaning on him, the final push for him to hit his climax. he tries to warn you, attempting to guide you off him with a desperate tapping of his fingers to the back of your shoulder.

instead, you refuse to move, sliding your mouth up his cock so that the tip rests on your tongue. your eyes pierce his in a silent dare, a breathless, whiny “fuck,” sounding from above before you taste his orgasm, taking him for all he’s worth.

when you come up for air, you note two things: for one, your jaw aches, but the good kind of ache. secondly, you’ve never been more turned on in your life.

it’s surreal to have taehyung like this. skin glowing with sweat, eyes trying to focus on you as he comes down from his high.

wordlessly, tae extends his arms, reaching for you with his eyes closed. you crawl up his body, straddling his hips as you lay your chest down flat on his. you can feel his ragged breathing, soothing your nails over the skin of his chest, resting your forehead on his moist skin.

he mumbles something you can’t hear, so you lift your head and ask him to repeat himself.

“you,” he breathes, “you are the sex goddess.”

despite rolling your eyes, you still lean in to kiss him again, laughing into his mouth at first but dissolving into him when he dips his tongue into your mouth in a slow but deliberate motion.

he tastes himself, while you taste yourself, your hips rocking into his on their own accord.

“i wanna be inside you, can i do that?” he asks, meeting your eager nod with a chaste kiss to your lips.

“condoms are in the drawer,” he points at his far away dresser, a warm laugh leaving him as you frown.

“i’m clean, and i trust you. if you’re uncomfortable with it, though, i can get up,” you shrug, and before you can lift yourself from his lap, he holds your thighs with a strong grip.

“don’t you dare get up. i trust you with my life, you dummy,” he huffs, his tone being just hot enough to make you lower yourself to his lips in another soft, open-mouthed kiss.

he moves to roll you over onto your back, confusion washing over his face as you stubbornly sit on his thighs.

“ah, ah, ah,” you tut, laying a hand down on his abs to keep him planted where he is. you watch the look of realization wash over his face before you feel his cock twitch against your leg.

“haven’t you ever heard that expression?” you ask, taehyung barely keeping his eyes open as you stroke him to full hardness again in your hand.

“which one?”

“save a horse, ride a cowboy,” you grin, tae barely having a second to react before you guide him inside you, delicious heat spreading throughout your lower abdomen.

when he bottoms out, he exhales the shaky breath he was holding, his hands soothing over your hips as he lets you adjust to him.

you feel full, his tip kissing the furthest spot inside you. you gasp when you shift back to sit on his thighs and he hits your special spongy spot, tae responding with an airy noise of his own at the way your muscles clench around him.

after another moment, you lift yourself up before dropping back down on him, and both of you are equally stunned by the instant rush of pleasure, crying out in unison.

you release a loud moan as he plants his feet on the bed, determinedly pushing into you from below, an aching pleasure swelling between your legs.

he shifts the angle of his hips, and his sharp movements are precise, hitting your sweetest, deepest spots. the euphoric sensation flows out across your entire body, sweat forming on your brow.

“right there, tae,” you gasp, the man humming beneath you in concentration. you start shifting your hips into him, aiding him in his efforts.

your head falls to the side, bodies rocking together with each thrust. “yeah, that’s it. good fucking girl,” he groans, and you involuntarily clench around him at his praise. when his hand possessively cups your ass, you look down to find the man smirking at you.

“hmm, so you like that?” he murmurs, a deep groan leaving him as your walls tighten around him even more in response at his husky tone.

“just shu- shut up,” you whine, watching as taehyung sits up a bit to take one of your nipples into his mouth. pleasure mounts within you as he sucks, sending a fresh wave of arousal to your core.

“faster, go faster, baby,” you answer, moaning as he flips you over onto your back, popping off your chest to increase his speed with fast, powerful movements.

you close your eyes while he takes control, your body alight with burning passion.

dripping with sweat, you and taehyung look at one another, gazing into each other’s eyes. at this point, you are swelling with pleasure.

the feeling intensifies when taehyung’s hips stutter into yours, his loudest sounds yet leaving his mouth as you card your fingers through his soft hair.

you feel him twitch inside you, squeezing your muscles around him and he gasps your name. slamming his hand down on the mattress, you cry out at the feeling of his warmth spreading inside you.

you feel yourself spiral into another orgasm, feeling weak yet blissful as taehyung drops his forehead to yours. he runs his fingers up and down your arms, soothing your skin as you both try to catch your breath.

minutes later, you are wrapped up in his arms, chests pressed together as you lay on your sides. you look at him in comfortable silence, trying to memorize every aspect of him.

that is, until he snorts. loudly.

you giggle as he hides his laugh behind his hand, amused confusion contorting your face as you watch him. “what?”

he takes a moment to gather himself, running a hand through his hair as he exhales. “sorry. it’s just, we just had sex and it’s like, surreal,” he confesses, meeting your eyes as you smile at him.

“hm,” you agree, “worth the wait?”

you chuckle as his cheeks flush a dark shade of pink, smirking as you inch closer to him.

“so worth it.”

[sparklingchim]

reckless | jjk

pairing: idol!jungkook x producer!reader

word count: 3.7k

tropes: idol!jungkook, producer!reader, established relationship, childhood best friends

rating: pg

warnings: smooches!!, jungkook’s being very touchy <3, smoking, lots of pda, one (1) butt squeeze, lots of teasing n flirting (they're in love ur honour), mentions of jk being on a diet, mentions of oc being bullied in the past, just soft lovesick jk <3

summary: a casual date, the skirt’s a little too short, the night a little too quiet, and jungkook's hands on you like he's never going to let go.

a/n: writing this was so therapeutic im this 🤏 close to breaking no contact ❤️ (also dare i say this is the maybe in another universe couple <3)

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When you round the corner of the building, it’s not hard to find Jungkook.

He’s leaned against his Harley, dark clothes hanging easy on him, making him blend into the night. He has a faint frown on his face as he scans the empty street, toying with his lip ring like he’s lost in thought.

Once he spots you, though, everything softens. His eyes go all boba-round and warm, crinkling at the corners as a smile stretches across his face. That stupid pretty one that makes your chest feel full. He straightens up a little.

“Sorry for making you wait,” you say when you reach him, rising on your toes to wrap your arms around his neck. You hug him tightly. You melt into him without thinking. His hands naturally land on the small of your back, holding you close in his embrace.

“It’s okay, baby.” Jungkook leans back just enough to press a little kiss to your lips.

One of his hands dip even lower, brushing over the curve of your butt and the light fabric of your skirt. It doesn’t take long before he grazes bare skin, catching just the edge where the hem ends and you begin.

“How did it go?” he asks.

“Oh, it was so fun!” you beam, hands coming together in an excited little clap in front of your chest. You bounce slightly.

It had been a long day filming at one of the major companies in Seoul, part of that new show about the behind-the-scenes process of producing k-pop songs. The set was huge – too many lights, too many people, and so many cameras that you couldn’t even look around without feeling watched.

Everything felt loud and fast and intimidating, like you were going to mess up just by standing there.

“I was still really nervous in the beginning because there were a lot of people, but I did what you told me over the phone this morning and reminded myself that just being there already meant I belonged. That in a little while this would be just another thing that I’ve overcome.”

Dare you mention that just this morning, you felt like throwing up at the thought of today’s schedule – and yet, somehow, it turned into something you ended up loving. Getting to work on something you’re genuinely passionate about, surrounded by new people who love it just as much as you, felt amazing, inspiring.

“I told you it wouldn’t be as bad. You wanted to call in sick,” Jungkook reminds you, teasing you with an arched brow.

“I felt so anxious this morning!”

“You underestimate what you’re capable of.”

“Anyways.” Your shoulders slump slightly. “I’m exhausted now.”

“We can just go to my place if you want.” He gently tucks your hair behind your ear, cupping your cheek.

“No. I wanna go to the Han River with you,” you say, lips tugging into a pout.

Jungkook grabs the collar of his hoodie and pulls it over his head. A glimpse of his toned abdomen flashes before his black tee falls back into place. He swings the hoodie around your waist, draping it carefully before tying it snug at the front.

“Can’t drive my bike in a short skirt like this,” he explains in a mumble, smoothing the hoodie down over your butt.

“You helped me pick out this outfit this morning.”

If you’d been left alone in your anxious spiral this morning, you probably would’ve just thrown on whatever comfy thing was closest. But after Jungkook talked you down over the phone, his voice all soft and steady, you felt a little more okay. Okay enough to want to feel pretty, at least. So you stood in front of your overflowing closet, doors hanging open, letting him help you pick something out over facetime.

“Yeah well. You look pretty. I wasn’t thinking about logistics.”

You roll your eyes, but your face warms anyway. “You’re the logistics.”

“Sue me for getting distracted.” He pecks your temple, grinning as he pulls back.

Then he crouches next to the Harley, lifting the seat to reveal a small storage compartment. With a bit of manoeuvring, he pulls out a black helmet, matching his own.

He turns back to you and holds it out like it’s something delicate. “C’mere,” he murmurs, brushing your hair back gently before slipping the helmet over your head and securing the strap under your chin.

“Too tight?” he murmurs, adjusting the strap with the pads of his fingers.

You shake your head.

He grabs his own helmet from the handlebar, slipping it on with practiced ease. The engine rumbles to life with a twist of his wrist, loud and steady. He swings one leg over the bike and settles in before turning to glance at you over his shoulder. He holds his hand out to you.

“Hop on, baby.”

You take his hand, grabbing his shoulder with your other one for leverage as you climb on behind him. Your hands move to circle his middle once you’re properly sitting.

“You good?” He cranes his neck back to you, looking you over.

“Yes,” you reply, hugging his back. “Drive safely, please.”

The engine hums beneath you, the vibration slipping through your legs and settling in your chest as Jungkook coaxes the Harley onto the road.

The wind rushes past in silky ribbons, threading through your hair and curling under your skirt, making you curl closer into his back. His hoodie sways around your legs, and his scent, clean laundry and the last bit of cologne clinging to his skin, fills your lungs. You rest your cheek against the strong curve of his back.

Seoul twinkles around you in bits and pieces, like someone sprinkled glitter across the skyline. Streetlights blink down like stars with somewhere to be.

At a red light, Jungkook reaches for your hand without even looking, like it’s second nature. His fingers find yours and give them a slow, reassuring squeeze that makes your chest flutter. Then his hand drifts upward, trailing a lazy path along your arm before slipping behind him. His touch lands on your thigh, gently brushing his thumb over your skin. It’s just a small stroke, but enough to send a little spark dancing up your spine.

Eventually, the buildings thin out, replaced by the open stretch of the Han River, glistening under the city’s glow. Jungkook rolls into a quiet patch near the railing and cuts the engine.

“My mum would kill me if she knew I was riding a bike with you,” you say.

Jungkook huffs a laugh as he slips off his helmet. With a little shake of his head his hair falls back into place. “My mum would kill me for letting you ride it with me.” He turns slightly to look at you, flashing his soft dimple as he reaches to unclip your helmet.

“And yet,” you retort as he helps lift it off your head, “here we are.”

“Reckless,” he grins, brushing your hair back into place. “But cute.”

~

After a quiet walk along the river, you settle onto a bench facing the water.

“I even got a bit of the lyrics done for the song we finished producing,” you say, tucking your hands into your sleeves

Jungkook hums, slinging his arm over the back of the bench and letting it rest behind your shoulders, pulling you closer. “You need to let me listen to it.”

“I’m not giving you the song.”

“Ah, it’s always worth a try.”

“I’ll start working with you when you guys are over this...era of music you’re in right now.”

“Era of music?” Jungkook scoffs. “You find new words how to describe the fact that you don’t like the new music every time.”

“That’s not what I meant,” you whine, falling into his teasing. “It’s not that I don’t like the new music. It’s just not my type of production,” you quickly defend, truthful.

“At least let me listen to it.”

“When I’m finished you can.”

He lets out a small groan. “I’m terrible at being patient.”

“Oh, I know. Don’t have to remind me.” He’s an impatient boyfriend disguised as your number one fan (which, let’s be honest, he is). Always acting like he’s not trying that hard – when really, he’s the most obvious about it.

You roll your eyes every time he launches into a totally casual, totally unplanned, “hey, wanna show me a little something?” but you love it, every time. You love the way he sneaks into your world like that. Softly, stubbornly.

The sneaky bribes, the casual shoulder nudges, the way he tries to coax you into playing something, anything, even if it’s unfinished. Even if it’s messy. Even if it’s just a late night, the two of you curled up on the couch, guitar perched on your lap, him humming half-written lyrics with his knees touching yours and a smile tucked into his voice. Songs that only live between you two.

“I’ll show it later to you,” you finally say. There’s not much of a fight when it comes to Jungkook. “Missed you.” You rest your head on his shoulder, hugging his arm.

“We should do something before my schedule gets crazy again.” Jungkook pats down his front pockets. He pulls out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. “Like a small vacation?”

“I’d love that.”

You eye him as he slips a cigarette between his lips, cupping the flame with one hand as he lights it. The cigarette glows at the tip, smoke curling past his cheekbones and drifting in the opposite direction as he tilts his head to avoid blowing it your way. You still wrinkle your nose and lean your head away, your clutch around his arm loosening.

“You’re buying me ice cream for smoking next to me,” you mutter, half playful, half serious.

He exhales to the side again, then flicks the ash off the end with a small grin. “I was already gonna.”

You give him a look. “Not the point.”

“I know.” He tilts his head toward you, eyes tracing your face like he’s trying to read something only he can see.

You sigh, the slightest hint of annoyance seeping through, but your fingers find his again anyway, slipping between them. He’s warm, even with the breeze coming off the water. The smoke lingers in the air between you, but his scent cuts through it – familiar, stupidly comforting.

“I say we go on a weekend trip to Jeju,” Jungkook says, his gaze fixed ahead.

Your head pops up. “That seafood restaurant,” you gasp, eyes widening.

He watches you, smiling at your excitement.

“We have to go,” you say, tugging his arm. “I still think about that abalone porridge from that tiny place by the harbour, you remember? With the old lady who called us lovebirds.”

“How could I not?” Jungkook laughs. “She told me to marry you or someone else would.”

You laugh too. “She wasn’t wrong.”

Jungkook snorts, flicking the half-smoked cigarette away and stubbing it out under his shoe. He turns back to you, and you feel his finger brush over your ring finger – it's a subtle, fleeting touch, but you wouldn’t dare miss it.

“I wouldn’t ever let that happen.” He leans in, catching you in a warm kiss.

“I love you,” you murmur against his lips, then pull back slightly. “But don’t kiss me after you’ve just smoked.”

Jungkook sighs like you’ve wounded him. Dramatically. Then he leans back in, peppering kisses along your cheek, down the slope of your jaw, and onto your neck, ignoring your protests with every one.

“Jungkook,” you warn through laughter, swatting at him half-heartedly. “We’re not at home.”

“But I still love you the same.” It’s a gentle murmur against your neck, nuzzling the skin there before leaving one last kiss just below your jaw.

“Jungkook.”

He finally pulls back, just enough to meet your eyes, and his teasing fades into something more softer, more quieter.

“I love the way you say my name.”

His mouth curves into the faintest smile, just slightly lifting the corner of his lips. But his eyes hold the sincerity behind his words, the soft glow of them making you feel like you’re the prettiest girl he has ever seen.

Every time Jungkook says this, you’re reminded of when you still wore uniforms and shared secrets in the quiet spaces between classes. When he said it for the first time, you thought he was poking fun at you like the others for pronouncing words differently because you grew up abroad, in the US.

He told you it sounded softer, rounder, like it meant something more when it came from you. He said it made him feel like someone safe. Someone yours.

He doesn’t say it often, but every time he does, you’re reminded of the past. And a soft, nostalgic feeling settles in your chest at the memory of fifteen-year-old Jungkook and you falling in love for the first time. It’s a bittersweet ache because when you think of that time, all you see is blue, but Jungkook was the one thing that still felt warm. Like hope tucked into a person.

And now, years later, even with everything you’ve both grown through and grown out of, that version of him still lives in moments like this. In quiet confessions and shared glances.

Heat nestles in your cheeks. You look away – straight at the river with the twinkling lights reflecting off of it. They remind you of his eyes.

“What?” His voice carries a teasing lilt, like he can’t quite place where your sudden shyness is coming from, but he’s definitely enjoying it.

“I dunno,” you mumble under your breath, hiding your face on his chest while keeping your eyes trained on the water. “I just get overwhelmed sometimes.”

“By what?”

“By how much I love you.”

“Wanna know something?”

“Hm?”

“I do too.”

You smile into his shirt, warmth blooming in your chest.

He presses a kiss to the crown of your head. “You really know how to kill a man,” he murmurs, voice low and a little awed.

You look up at him at that.

“I love you more,” he says eventually, like it’s the simplest truth. “Like... stupid amounts. Heart-aching amounts.”

You giggle, nose scrunching. “You’re so dramatic.”

“You started it.” He peers down at you, eyes soft. “Now let me be in love with you in peace.”

“I’ll let you love me in peace after we get snacks.”

“Will I ever witness a day where you don’t want something sweet?”

“Nuh-uh.” You shake your head with exaggerated seriousness. “The day can’t successfully end until you’ve had a sweet treat.”

“I actually think you’re singlehandedly keeping the candy industry alive.”

“I should be thanked, honestly.”

You rise to your feet, brushing invisible dust off your skirt as you stand in front of him. Jungkook doesn’t move right away. His eyes trail down to your legs, then to the hem of your skirt, fingers reaching out to tug it just a little lower with that automatic protectiveness he tries (and fails) to hide.

“You’re not cold, baby?” he asks, nodding toward his hoodie tossed over the bench behind him.

“No, I’m okay.”

Still sitting, he tugs you gently by the hips until you’re standing between his knees. His hands find your waist like magnets, thumbs stroking slow circles against the sliver of skin where your top has ridden up.

“I like this spot,” he murmurs, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your stomach, right above your belly button. You flinch a little, giggling, fingers slipping into his thick hair.

“You’re such a menace,” you say, voice light, but you don’t pull away.

“And you’re so pretty,” he says, looking up at you from where he’s still crouched against your tummy. His eyes are warm, sparkling. “Like... dangerously pretty. You know that?”

You bite your lip. “Stop.”

“I’m serious.” He rests his chin just above your waistband, arms looping around the back of your thighs like he’s not letting go anytime soon. “Sometimes I think you’re not even real.”

You roll your eyes, trying to hold back your smile. “That’s what people say right before they do something stupid.”

He grins up at you, squeezes your thigh just enough to make you squeak. “Then I must be about to do something really stupid.”

“I feel like that’s something for home. Not public.”

“You think so?” He tilts his head slightly.

“Jungkook.” It’s meant to be a chiding. But instead, it escapes softer than you intended, more like a puff of air. Like we shouldn’t but I wanna know anyway. Like stop talking... but actually, no – keep going please.

Instead of backing off like any reasonable person would, he smirks, then has the audacity to give your butt the lightest squeeze, fingers quick and shameless.

You squeal, jumping back. “Jungkook!”

Flashing you a smile that’s somehow both innocent and guilty, he casually grabs his hoodie from the bench and stands up.

You stare at him, half scandalized, half trying not to smile. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Come on,” he says, slinging the hoodie over one shoulder glancing over at you with that smug softness that drives you crazy. “You wanted snacks, no?” He grabs your hand.

You narrow your eyes, but your feet already fall into step beside his.

~

It’s not a long walk until you reach the next convenient store.

“It looks kinda busy in there,” you tell Jungkook, peering through the glass. “I’ll just run in real quick. You can wait out here.”

Jungkook squints into the store, brows furrowed. “Who’s in there? I don’t want you going in alone if there’s some creeps.”

You roll your eyes and nudge him with your elbow. “It’s just a group of girls. Relax,” you say. “What do you want?”

He pulls his black card from his pocket. “Nothing for me. Just treat yourself, baby.”

You snatch the card from his hand. “Don’t mind if I do.”

~

You exit the store with a slightly overstuffed plastic bag tugging at your wrist. Being a girl who loves snacks, is hopelessly indecisive – and has her boyfriend’s black card – is a dangerous combo.

Jungkook tilts his head, trying to sneak a look inside the bag. “What’d you get?”

“Too much to name,” you say breezily, fishing out the ice cream resting right on top. “Got this for us, though.” It’s the ice cream that comes with two sticks so you can snap it in half and share. “I always think of you when I see this,” you admit, passing him one half after cracking it down in the middle.

“Ah, I didn’t want to eat any sweets today.”

“Too late,” you tease, nudging it closer to his mouth. “You already kissed me, so that’s off the table.”

He lets out a soft laugh. “That counts?”

“It absolutely does.” You raise your brows. “Now eat, please.”

He leans forward and takes a small bite straight from your hand. “Happy now?”

“Very much so.” You swipe the pad of your finger over a smudge of ice cream at the corner of his mouth, then lick it off with a grin.

He huffs a quiet laugh, head tilting as he watches you with that impossibly fond look. “You’re trouble.”

“Says you!”

With a sigh, he takes it from you. “You’re only getting away with this because you’re cute.”

“I know.” You smile around the ice cream in your mouth. “I can’t have a boyfriend who says no to a sweet treat.”

You fall into step beside him, walking slowly as you both nibble at the halves in your hands.

“I’m dieting.”

“For what?”

He doesn’t answer, just shrugs, proving your point.

That’s when your mind slips, just a little, to all the ways you used to be like this. All the self-destructive habits he had to gently pry from your grip. Jungkook has saved you many times. And you want to be there for him just as much he was there for you when no one chose you. When he was the only one who saw you – really saw you – and still chose to stay.

You reach for his hand, linking your fingers through his.

“I feel like sometimes you live your life like it’s harder than it has to be. Like you’re holding yourself back, setting rules that you don’t have to follow.”

Jungkook lets out a quiet breath. “I know,” he mutters, squeezing your hand. “You’re the first person who made me think maybe I deserve ease too. You make it feel okay to slow down.”

“Am I?” you ask sceptically. You hope you do, but are you actually?

He tips his ice cream in your direction.

You laugh. “Baby steps.”

You glance up at him. He’s licking his ice cream, a small smile pulling at the corners of his mouth like he doesn’t even realize it’s there. It makes your chest ache a little. In that sweet way.

“Jungkook?”

His head turns slightly, face lit soft by the golden glow of a nearby streetlamp. His eyes flick to you, a soft, curious glint catching in them as your gaze meets his. You lean your head against his arm.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you for sticking with me through every version of myself.”

It’s a thought that catches you off guard – maybe not entirely, you’re not sure – but suddenly it’s there, clear and undeniable. A reminder that, through every change, every version of yourself, he’s never left. Whether you’ve been at your best or your worst, he’s always stayed. And sometimes, it’s hard to wrap your mind around the fact that someone can love you through all of that.

“There’s never been a version I didn’t love,” he says quietly, like it’s not something he even has to think about.

Your heart stumbles a little, eyes stinging in that warm, fuzzy way that only he can cause.

“You make it really easy, you know,” he adds, brushing his thumb gently across the back of your hand. “Loving you. I don’t even think about it. I just do.”

You blink up at him, lips twitching into the kind of smile that only he gets to see. “I still don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

He tugs you closer to him, your sides brushing with each step.

“You existed.”

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۶ৎ EMBERS OF UNSEEN LOVE —

“You’re my only, Y/N. You’ve always been my only. I’ve spent years watching you, loving you, dreaming of you, and I’ve never wanted anyone else. Not those girls, not anyone. Just you—your heart, your soul, your body, every fucking part of you. I love you the way you are, and I’ll spend the rest of my life proving it to you, making you believe it, until you see yourself the way I see you.”

pairing: dom!jungkook x sub!femreader

genre: brothers bestfriend au, college au, forbidden love, slowburn, unrequited love, pining, friends to lovers, reserved!jungkook, tattoo artist!jungkook, shy insecure!reader, romance, smut, fluff, angst

warnings: 18+, explicit smut, protective!jungkook, obsessed!jungkook, angry!jungkook, hard dom!jungkook, emotional vulnerability, self-doubt and insecurity, body positivity journey, emotional confrontation, argument, angry love confessions, domestic intimacy, avoidance and isolation, tearful moments, affirmations of wrath, confidence growth, he gets a tattoo for her, rejection fears, commitment vows, multiple sex scenes, multiple orgasms, multiple orgasms, oral sex (f. receiving), cunnilingus, eating out, tongue fucking, clit sucking, face riding, face sitting, cum swallowing, fingering, clit stimulation, oral sex (m. receiving), cock sucking and palming, face fucking, hair fisting, making out, hickies/markings, scratching, body worship, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, slight anal play, spanking, rough sex, passionate sex, tender sex, moments of softness and reverence during sex, several worshipping during sex, words of affirmations, praise kink, lots of breast play, nipple play, nipple sucking, he is obsessed with her tits, tit fucking, shower sex, squirting, he cums on her breasts, dirty talk, standing sex, car sex, semi public sex, doggy position, sex against the wall, emotional intimacy during sex, clothed sex, wet sex, quickie vibes, orgasm denial, several aftercare scenes, softest aftercare

wc: 10.8k

part: 01 / 02 / 03 (final)

a/n: i have such a soft spot for this couple especially y/n she went through a lot and deserves all the love she got and i knoww we all deserve a man like jungkook :') but i hope you guys enjoyed this short series, love y'all !

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The week following the pool party was a descent into a self-imposed exile, your heart a battlefield of hope and fear, your mind a relentless storm of doubt. You barricaded yourself in your room, the familiar pastel walls and cluttered bookshelves no longer a sanctuary but a cage where your insecurities festered. The memory of Jungkook’s touch—his lips on yours, his hands worshipping your curves, his voice whispering I love you—was a double-edged sword, both a lifeline and a torment. What if it was a mistake? What if his words, spoken in the heat of anger and passion, were just fleeting pity for the girl who’d been humiliated in front of everyone? The mirror in your room, once avoided, became an enemy you couldn’t escape, reflecting back your soft stomach, your thick thighs, your arms that jiggled with every movement—proof, you convinced yourself, that you could never be enough for someone like him.

You ignored his calls, each one a dagger to your heart, the screen of your phone lighting up with his name—Jungkook—followed by texts that piled up, unread but searing in their presence. "Y/N, please talk to me. I miss you. I meant everything I said. Why are you shutting me out?" Each message was a plea, a crack in the armor of the reserved man you’d known for years, but you couldn’t bring yourself to respond. The fear of seeing pity in his eyes, of hearing him retract his words, was paralyzing. You deleted voicemails without listening, your fingers trembling, your chest tight with unshed tears, the sound of his voice—low, gravelly, desperate—too much to bear.

You avoided places where you might see him, your routine meticulously altered to erase any chance of crossing paths. The coffee shop near campus, where you’d sometimes spotted him sketching in a corner, was off-limits, its warm aroma of espresso replaced by the instant coffee you brewed in your dorm’s kitchenette, the taste bitter and unsatisfying. The park where Minho played basketball, where Jungkook’s laughter had once carried over the court, was a memory you buried, opting instead for long walks through quieter streets, your earbuds blasting music to drown out your thoughts. Even your own home, once a haven, felt like a minefield. When Minho mentioned Jungkook might stop by, you’d feign a headache, retreating to your room with a book you didn’t read, the words blurring as you strained to hear the front door, praying he wouldn’t come.

One evening, you nearly ran into him at the grocery store, your heart lurching when you spotted his familiar figure—black hoodie, dark jeans, a strand of hair falling over his eyes—pushing a cart down the aisle. You froze, your basket of instant noodles and apples suddenly heavy, your breath catching as you ducked behind a display of canned goods, your pulse racing. He hadn’t seen you, but the sight of him—his broad shoulders, the tattoos peeking from his sleeve, the way his jaw tightened as he scanned the shelves—sent a wave of longing and fear crashing over you. You abandoned your basket, fleeing the store, the cold night air biting your cheeks as you walked home, tears streaming down your face, your heart aching with the weight of what you were running from.

Another time, you saw his motorcycle parked outside Minho’s favorite diner, the sleek black machine gleaming under the streetlights, its curves a stark reminder of its owner. You’d been on your way to meet a study group, but the sight stopped you cold, your feet rooted to the sidewalk, your breath shallow. You imagined him inside, his dark eyes scanning the menu, his fingers drumming restlessly against the table, his rare smile flashing at something Minho said. The thought of facing him, of seeing rejection in his gaze, was unbearable. You turned back, texting your group an excuse, your apartment’s silence a poor substitute for the laughter you’d left behind.

Your avoidance wasn’t just physical—it was emotional, a wall you built brick by brick, each one cemented with doubt. You stopped wearing the emerald dress, shoving it to the back of your closet, its vibrant green a mocking reminder of your failed attempt at confidence. You reverted to baggy clothes—oversized sweaters, loose jeans, anything to hide the body you’d bared to him, the body he’d called perfect but you couldn’t believe deserved his love. Your reflection became a battleground, your mornings spent staring at your flaws, your evenings lost to spiraling thoughts of inadequacy. You told yourself you were protecting your heart, but every ignored call, every avoided place, only deepened the ache, a hollow space where Jungkook’s presence used to be.

But Jungkook wasn’t one to be ignored, not when it came to you. His patience, stretched thin by your silence, finally snapped, his love and frustration a volatile mix that propelled him to your doorstep. It was a Thursday evening, the sky bruised with twilight, the air heavy with the promise of rain. You were in the living room, curled on the couch with a book you weren’t reading, the pages untouched for hours, your mind replaying the pool party, his arms around you, his voice in your ear. The front door burst open, the sound jarring, and there he was—Jeon Jungkook, a storm in human form, his leather jacket slung over his shoulder, his boots scuffed from the night at the pool, his dark hair damp from the mist outside, falling into eyes that blazed with a mix of anger and desperation.

You froze, your book slipping from your lap, your heart lurching as he filled the room, his presence a gravitational force that pulled every ounce of your attention. His cologne—sandalwood, musk, and something uniquely him—wrapped around you, a scent that had haunted your dreams, now painfully real. His chest heaved, his jaw clenched, his tattoos stark against his skin, the wolf on his shoulder seeming to snarl under the dim light. He looked like a predator, fierce and unyielding, but his eyes—those deep, piercing eyes—held a vulnerability that made your breath catch, a raw need that mirrored your own.

“Why are you running from me?” he demanded, his voice a low growl, rough with emotion, as he advanced, backing you against the wall, his hands caging you in, his body close enough to feel the heat radiating from him. His breath was ragged, his eyes dark and stormy, his fingers flexing against the wall, as if it took everything in him not to touch you. “You think you can just walk away after that night? After everything I said? After I poured my fucking heart out to you?”

Your back hit the wall, the cool plaster a stark contrast to the fire in your chest, your hands trembling as you clutched the hem of your oversized sweater, the fabric a shield against his intensity. “I’m not running,” you lied, your voice trembling, your eyes fixed on his chest, unable to meet his gaze, the tattoos peeking from his shirt a distraction from the storm in his eyes. “I just… I thought it was a mistake. That you didn’t mean it. That you only… because you were angry, or you felt sorry for me.”

“A mistake?” he repeated, his voice low and dangerous, a growl that vibrated in your bones, his hands slamming against the wall on either side of your head, making you flinch. His eyes narrowed, his jaw ticking, his breath hot against your face, his anger a living thing that filled the space between you. “You think I’d say I love you, that I’d touch you, fuck you, like it was some kind of fucking mistake? Do you know how long I’ve held back, Y/N? How many years I’ve watched you, wanted you, and kept my distance because I thought I wasn’t good enough for you?”

You flinched at his words, your tears spilling, your heart pounding so loudly you were sure he could hear it, your hands twisting in your sweater, your nails digging into your palms. “But I’m not… I’m not enough,” you whispered, your voice breaking, your eyes finally meeting his, wide and wet, filled with the pain you’d carried too long. “You saw me that night, Jungkook. You saw what they said, what they think of me. I’m not like those girls. I’m not thin, I’m not pretty, I’m not… I can’t be what you want. You deserve better.”

His eyes darkened, a storm of emotions flashing through them—anger, hurt, love, all tangled together, his hands trembling as they framed your face, his thumbs brushing your tears, his touch gentle despite the fury in his gaze. “Don’t you dare,” he growled, his voice raw, his breath hitching, his eyes burning into yours with an intensity that stole your breath. “Don’t you dare tell me what I deserve, Y/N. I’ve been in love with you for years—fucking years. I’ve seen you, every single day, hiding in those baggy clothes, blushing, tripping over your words, thinking you’re not enough. And every time, it killed me, because to me, you’re everything.”

You sobbed, your tears streaming down your cheeks, his words piercing the walls you’d built, cracking the foundation of your doubt. “But how can you love me?” you choked out, your voice thick with pain, your hands clutching his shirt, desperate for an anchor. “Look at me, Jungkook. I’m not… I’m not beautiful. I’m not like them. I’m just… me. Fat, shy, invisible me.”

His jaw tightened, his eyes flashing with a fierce, almost feral intensity, his hands tightening on your face, his thumbs wiping your tears with a tenderness that belied his anger. “You’re not invisible,” he said, his voice low and fierce, each word a vow. “Not to me. You’ve never been invisible, Y/N. I’ve seen you—every fucking day, every moment. The way you smile when you think no one’s looking, the way you bite your lip when you’re nervous, the way you light up when you talk about your books. I see your heart, your mind, your strength. And your body—fuck, your body, Y/N. Every curve, every inch, it’s fucking perfect to me. You’re a goddess, and I’m obsessed with you.”

You shook your head, your sobs wracking you, your insecurities screaming that he was lying, that this was too good to be true. “But what if you change your mind?” you whispered, your voice small, your eyes searching his, desperate for reassurance. “What if you wake up one day and realize I’m not enough? That you could have someone better, someone prettier, someone who doesn’t… who doesn’t hate themselves?”

His eyes softened, the anger giving way to a raw, aching tenderness, his hands sliding to your shoulders, pulling you into his chest, his arms wrapping around you, strong and unyielding. “I’m never going to change my mind,” he said, his voice breaking, his lips brushing your hair, his breath warm against your scalp. “You’re my only, Y/N. You’ve always been my only. I’ve spent years watching you, loving you, dreaming of you, and I’ve never wanted anyone else. Not those girls, not anyone. Just you—your heart, your soul, your body, every fucking part of you. I love you the way you are, and I’ll spend the rest of my life proving it to you, making you believe it, until you see yourself the way I see you.”

You broke, your sobs muffled against his chest, your hands fisting his shirt, the warmth of him grounding you, his heartbeat a steady rhythm under your cheek. His arms tightened, his lips pressing to your forehead, your temple, your cheek, soft and reverent, each kiss a promise, a vow. “You’re mine,” he whispered, his voice raw, his hands stroking your back, your hair, his touch a lifeline. “And I’m yours, Y/N. I’ve always been yours. Don’t you dare run from me again, because I can’t fucking take it. I need you. I love you.”

You pulled back, your eyes red and swollen, your breath shaky, but his words had cracked something open in you, a flicker of hope you couldn’t extinguish. “You really mean it?” you asked, your voice trembling, your hands still clutching his shirt, your eyes searching his, needing the truth.

“Yes,” he said, his voice firm, his eyes fierce and soft, his hands cupping your face, his thumbs brushing your lips, your cheeks, his gaze unwavering. “I mean every fucking word. I love you, Y/N. I love your mind, your heart, your laugh, your blush, your curves—everything. I’ve seen you, all these years, and I’ve never stopped wanting you. You’re my home, my everything. And I’ll fight for you, every day, until you believe you’re enough—because to me, you’re more than enough. You’re my fucking world.”

You sobbed, your heart swelling, your doubts crumbling under the weight of his love, his conviction. He pulled you closer, his lips crashing into yours, the kiss fierce and desperate, a collision of need and love, his tongue sweeping against yours, his hands roaming your body, claiming you with every touch. His fingers dug into your hips, pulling you flush against him, the hardness of him pressing through his jeans, a reminder of the night you’d shared, the passion you’d ignited. The kiss was messy, teeth clashing, breaths mingling, your tears mixing with his, a raw, unfiltered expression of everything you’d both held back for years.

“Don’t ever shut me out again,” he growled against your lips, his voice rough, his hands tightening, his eyes blazing with a mix of love and frustration. “You hear me, Y/N? I can’t fucking lose you. I won’t. You’re mine, and I’m not letting you hide from this, from us. I love you, and I’ll keep saying it, keep showing you, until you believe it, until you see the woman I see—the most beautiful, incredible, fucking perfect woman I’ve ever known.”

You nodded, your tears falling, your heart open, raw, and his, your hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer, needing the anchor of his touch, his words, his love. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice breaking, your lips brushing his, your breath shaky. “I was scared. I didn’t think… I didn’t think I could be what you wanted.”

“You’re everything I want,” he said, his voice fierce, his eyes locking onto yours, his hands framing your face, his thumbs wiping your tears. “Everything, Y/N. I’ve spent years holding back, watching you, loving you, and I’m done hiding. I want you—now, tomorrow, always. Just the way you are. Don’t you dare doubt that, because I’ll never stop proving it to you.”

The kiss softened, his lips lingering, his hands stroking your cheeks, your neck, your shoulders, a promise in every touch. You melted into him, your doubts quieted, your heart full, his love a shield against the world, against yourself. For the first time, you believed him, trusted his words, saw yourself through his eyes—a woman worthy of love, of him, of everything he offered. And in that moment, you knew you’d never run again, not from him, not from the love that had been waiting for you all along.

The air in your bedroom was thick with anticipation, the faint scent of your lavender candles mingling with the musk of Jungkook’s cologne—sandalwood, cedar, and something darker, primal, that clung to your senses like a second skin. The door clicked shut behind him, the lock snapping into place with a sound that echoed in the quiet, sealing you both in a world where nothing else existed. The dim glow of your bedside lamp cast soft shadows across the room, painting the walls in hues of amber and gold, the light catching the sharp angles of Jungkook’s face—his high cheekbones, the strong line of his jaw, the faint scar above his eyebrow that you’d memorized years ago. His dark eyes burned with a mix of anger and desire, his bare chest heaving, the tattoos on his skin—a wolf snarling on his shoulder, a constellation of stars across his ribs, a crescent moon above his heart—glistening with a sheen of sweat, each line of ink a story you longed to trace.

You stood before him, your heart pounding, your body trembling under the weight of his gaze. His leather jacket lay discarded on the floor, his boots scuffed from the night at the pool, his jeans tight against his thighs, the bulge of his arousal unmistakable. He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming, a storm contained in human form, and you felt the heat of him before he even touched you, his breath warm and ragged, his eyes raking over you like a predator sizing up its prey. But there was tenderness there, too, a softness that made your chest ache, a love that threatened to unravel you.

His hands slamming against the wall on either side of your head, making you jump. His eyes blazed, dark and fierce, his jaw clenched so tightly you could see the muscle ticking, his lips curling into a snarl. “Y/N, I’ve been in love with you since the moment I saw you. You were fourteen, sitting on that damn couch with your book, your cheeks all pink, your eyes so big and shy. I walked into your house, and it was like the world stopped. I knew I was fucked, because you were Minho’s little sister, and I was just some punk kid who didn’t deserve you. But I couldn’t stop wanting you. Every time you’d hide in your room, every time you’d blush and stumble over your words, I fell harder. And you think that was a mistake?”

You sobbed, your tears spilling over, your heart cracking open under the weight of his confession, the rawness of his voice cutting through your doubts like a blade. “Jungkook,” you choked, your hands reaching for him, clutching his arms, your fingers digging into the hard muscle, the warmth of his skin grounding you. “I—I loved you too. From that first day. I was so scared, because I wasn’t pretty, I wasn’t… I wasn’t enough. I hid because I thought you’d never see me, not like that. I thought you’d never want me.”

“Never want you?” he repeated, his voice breaking, his hands cupping your face, his thumbs brushing away your tears, his touch warm and steady, his eyes softening even as they burned. “Y/N, you’re all I’ve ever wanted. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen—your heart, your mind, your body, every fucking inch of you. I’ve spent years trying to stay away, trying to be good, but I can’t anymore. I’m done pretending I don’t need you.”

You broke, your sobs wracking you, and he pulled you into his arms, his lips crashing into yours, the kiss fierce and desperate, a collision of years of pent-up longing. His mouth was hot, demanding, his tongue sweeping against yours, tasting of mint and the faint tang of the beer he’d had earlier, his teeth grazing your lower lip, drawing a moan from your throat. His hands roamed, sliding under your T-shirt, his fingers rough and calloused from his tattoo gun, tracing the soft curve of your waist, the dip of your spine, the fullness of your hips, his touch reverent yet possessive, like he was claiming every inch of you.

“Take this off,” he murmured against your lips, his voice a low command, his hands tugging at your shirt, his eyes dark with need. You hesitated, your insecurities flaring, but he pulled back, his gaze locking onto yours, fierce and unyielding. “Don’t hide from me, Y/N. You’re mine, and I want to see you. All of you.”

You nodded, your breath hitching, and lifted your arms, letting him pull the shirt over your head, baring your body to him—your full breasts, the soft swell of your stomach, the thick curves of your thighs, the glistening heat between your legs. His eyes darkened, his breath catching, his hands trembling as he took you in, his cock straining against his jeans, the sight making your mouth water, your core aching with need.

“Fuck,” he breathed, his voice thick with awe, his hands reaching for you, his fingers tracing the outline of your breasts, the curve of your hips, the dip of your navel, his touch worshipful, his eyes blazing with obsession. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Y/N. I’m fucking obsessed with you. Every curve, every inch—I’ve dreamed of this, of you, for so fucking long.”

He knelt before you, his hands gripping your hips, his lips brushing your stomach, kissing the soft skin, his breath hot and ragged, his stubble grazing you, sending shivers through your body. “You’re perfect,” he murmured, his voice rough, his hands kneading your ass, his lips trailing lower, kissing the tops of your thighs, the sensitive skin near your core. “You’re a fucking goddess, Y/N. Don’t you ever doubt that. Those girls—they’re nothing. They’ll never be you. They’ll never fucking compare.”

You blushed, your insecurities flaring, but his hands held you firm, his eyes fierce, his lips curling into a predatory smile. “Don’t hide,” he growled, his voice a command wrapped in a plea, his hands spreading your thighs, his gaze fixed on your throbbing core, wet and aching for him. “You’re mine, Y/N. Let me worship you. Let me make you feel how fucking perfect you are.”

He pulled you to the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight, the sheets cool against your heated skin, the air thick with the scent of your arousal, his cologne, the faint musk of sweat. He guided you to straddle his face, his hands firm on your hips, his eyes blazing with hunger, his breath hot against your core. You hesitated, your insecurities screaming—your weight, your curves, the fear of being too much—but he growled, his voice rough, his hands digging into your flesh, leaving faint marks.

“Sit, baby,” he commanded, his voice a low rumble, his eyes dark and fierce, his lips curling into a smirk. “I want all of you. Every fucking inch. Give me everything, Y/N. Don’t you dare hold back.”

You lowered yourself, your thighs trembling, your breath hitching as his tongue found you, hot and wet, lapping at your folds with a hunger that made you gasp, your hands gripping the headboard, the wood smooth and cool under your palms. His tongue was relentless, broad strokes followed by sharp flicks, circling your clit, sucking gently, the suction making your toes curl, your hips bucking involuntarily. His hands kneaded your ass, his fingers digging in, guiding your movements, urging you to grind against his face, his moans vibrating against your core, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure through you.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he groaned, his voice muffled, his tongue delving deeper, licking into you, the wet heat of his mouth overwhelming. His stubble grazed your sensitive skin, the slight burn adding to the intensity, his nose brushing your clit as he buried his face in you, his breath hot and ragged, his eyes locked on yours, watching you unravel. “So fucking sweet, Y/N. I could eat you forever. Come on, baby, ride my face. Use me.”

You did, your hips rolling, your thighs trembling, your hands fisting his hair, the dark strands soft and thick between your fingers, his scalp warm under your touch. His tongue worked you with a skill that made your head spin, alternating between slow, deliberate licks and rapid flicks, his lips sucking your clit, the pressure building, sharp and electric. His fingers joined, two sliding inside you, curling just right, hitting that spot that made you cry out, your walls clenching around him, the stretch and pressure driving you wild.

“Jungkook,” you moaned, your voice breaking, your head tipping back, your body shaking, the pleasure a tidal wave threatening to drown you. “I—I can’t—oh my God—”

“Yes, you can,” he growled, his voice rough, his hands gripping your hips, pulling you down harder, his tongue relentless, his fingers pumping, the wet sounds of your arousal filling the room, obscene and intoxicating. “Give it to me, baby. Let go. I want you to fucking squirt for me, Y/N. I want to taste every fucking drop.”

His words pushed you over the edge, the pressure snapping, your orgasm crashing through you, a white-hot wave that left you trembling, your cries loud and desperate, your body shuddering as you came, hard and wet, your release gushing against his tongue, soaking his face. He groaned, his moans primal, his tongue lapping at you, drinking you in, his hands holding you steady, his eyes blazing with obsession, his lips glistening with your essence.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he rasped, his voice thick with awe, his tongue still licking, slower now, coaxing every last shudder from you, his hands stroking your thighs, your ass, his touch reverent. “You’re so fucking perfect, Y/N. So fucking mine.”

You were panting, your body trembling, your core oversensitive, but he didn’t stop, his lips kissing your thighs, your stomach, your breasts, his hands worshipping every inch, his touch a mix of reverence and possession. He pulled you down, his lips crashing into yours, the kiss messy and hungry, letting you taste yourself, the tang of your release mingling with his minty breath, his tongue claiming you all over again.

“On your knees,” he murmured, his voice a low command, his eyes dark with need, his hands guiding you to the floor, the carpet soft under your knees, the air cool against your heated skin. “I want your mouth, baby. Show me how much you want me.”

You hesitated, your insecurities flaring, but his hands cupped your face, his thumbs brushing your cheeks, his eyes softening, his voice a velvet caress. “You’re perfect,” he said, his voice firm, his eyes fierce and adoring. “You can do this, Y/N. I’ve dreamed of your lips around me, of you taking me. Please, baby.”

You nodded, your breath hitching, your hands reaching for him, tugging at his jeans, the denim rough under your fingers, the zipper cool and metallic. He helped you, shedding his jeans and boxers, his cock springing free—thick, hard, the tip glistening with precum, the veins prominent, the sight making your mouth water, your core clenching with need. He was big, bigger than you’d imagined, the length and girth intimidating, but the want in his eyes, the love in his touch, gave you courage.

You wrapped your hand around him, the heat of him searing, the skin velvet-soft over steel, pulsing under your touch. He groaned, his head tipping back, his hands fisting in your hair, the strands soft and thick, his grip firm but gentle. “Fuck, Y/N,” he rasped, his voice thick, his hips twitching as you stroked him, slow and deliberate, your thumb brushing the tip, spreading the precum, the slickness making your movements smoother.

You leaned forward, your breath hot against him, your lips brushing the tip, tasting the salt of him, the musk of his arousal heady and intoxicating. You took him into your mouth, slow and tentative, your tongue swirling around the head, the texture smooth and warm, the taste of him overwhelming. He groaned, his hands tightening in your hair, his hips rocking slightly, urging you deeper.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” he groaned, his voice rough, his eyes locked on yours, watching you take him, his cock stretching your lips, the weight of him heavy on your tongue. “Take it slow, Y/N. You’re doing so fucking good. So fucking perfect.”

You relaxed your throat, taking him deeper, your lips sliding down his length, the stretch making your jaw ache, the taste of him filling your senses, his groans spurring you on. You bobbed your head, your tongue licking the underside, your hand stroking what your mouth couldn’t take, the wet sounds of your movements mingling with his moans, the air thick with desire. His hips rocked, slow and controlled, his hands guiding you, his fingers tangling in your hair, his breath ragged.

“Fuck, Y/N, you’re killing me,” he groaned, his voice breaking, his eyes dark with need, his cock twitching in your mouth, the heat of him overwhelming. “Your mouth—fuck, it’s so fucking perfect. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

You hummed, the vibration making him shudder, his hands tightening, his control fraying. He pulled you off, his cock glistening with your saliva, his breath ragged, his eyes blazing. “Not yet,” he rasped, his voice thick, his hands cupping your face, pulling you up to kiss you, the kiss messy and desperate, his tongue tasting himself on you, his groans primal.

He guided you to the bed, his hands firm but gentle, laying you on your back, the sheets cool against your heated skin, the mattress dipping under his weight. He climbed over you, his lips crashing into yours, the kiss hungry, his hands roaming, worshipping your curves—your full breasts, the soft swell of your stomach, the thick curves of your thighs, his fingers digging in, leaving faint marks, his touch possessive yet reverent.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured, his voice rough, his lips trailing down your neck, kissing the hollow of your throat, his stubble grazing your skin, sending shivers through you. “I’m fucking obsessed with you, Y/N. Every curve, every inch—I want to memorize you, taste you, fuck you until you know you’re mine.”

He kissed your breasts, his lips hot and wet, his tongue swirling around your nipple, the sensation sharp and electric, making you gasp, your hands fisting the sheets, the cotton soft and cool under your palms. He sucked gently, his teeth grazing, the slight pain mingling with pleasure, his hand kneading your other breast, his thumb brushing your nipple, making you arch into him.

“Jungkook,” you moaned, your voice needy, your core aching, your thighs pressing together, seeking friction. He growled, his hand sliding between your legs, his fingers brushing your folds, finding you wet and throbbing, the slickness coating his fingers, making him groan.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he rasped, his voice thick, his fingers circling your clit, the pressure making you gasp, your hips bucking. “All for me, baby. You’re fucking dripping for me.”

He moved lower, kissing your stomach, his lips lingering on the soft skin, his hands spreading your thighs, his eyes fixed on your core, glistening and ready. “I’m not done with you,” he murmured, his voice a low growl, his hands gripping your hips, pulling you to the edge of the bed. “I want you to ride me, Y/N. I want to feel you, see you, fucking take you.”

He lay back, his cock hard and ready, the sight making your breath catch, your core clenching with need. He guided you to straddle him, his hands firm on your hips, his eyes dark with hunger, his breath ragged. “Come here, baby,” he said, his voice a low command, his hands helping you position yourself, his cock brushing your entrance, the heat of him making you shiver. “Ride me. Show me how fucking perfect you are.”

You sank onto him, the stretch intense, a delicious burn that made you gasp, your walls clenching around him, the fullness overwhelming. He groaned, his hands gripping your hips, his fingers digging in, leaving faint marks, his head tipping back, his eyes half-lidded, his tattoos stark against his skin. “Fuck, Y/N,” he rasped, his voice thick, his hips rocking up to meet you, the friction sparking pleasure with every move. “You feel so fucking good. So fucking tight.”

You braced your hands on his chest, feeling the flex of his muscles, the heat of his skin, the crescent moon tattoo under your palm, the ink warm and alive. You moved, slow at first, your hips rolling, finding a rhythm, the pleasure building, sharp and electric. His cock filled you, hitting deep, the angle perfect, each thrust sending sparks through your body, your moans mingling with his groans, the air thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and desire.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he groaned, his voice breaking, his hands roaming, cupping your breasts, kneading your ass, his fingers digging in, possessive and reverent. “Look at you, taking me so fucking well. You’re a fucking goddess, Y/N. I’m fucking obsessed with you.”

His words drove you wild, your confidence blooming, your insecurities fading under his worship, his love. You leaned forward, your lips crashing into his, the kiss desperate, your tongues tangling, your teeth grazing, your breaths mingling. His hands gripped your ass, guiding your movements, his hips thrusting up, harder, deeper, the friction and Your body responded, your walls clenching around him, the pleasure building, sharp and overwhelming, your moans loud and desperate.

“Jungkook,” you gasped, your voice breaking, your nails digging into his chest, leaving faint marks, your hips grinding, the friction intense, the pressure coiling tight. “I’m close—oh my God—”

“Not yet,” he growled, his voice rough, his hands gripping your hips, flipping you onto your back, his movements swift and controlled, his cock never leaving you, the stretch and fullness making you cry out. He loomed over you, his eyes dark with need, his tattoos glistening, his muscles flexing, his breath ragged. “I’m not done with you, Y/N. You’re mine, and I’m gonna make you come so fucking hard you’ll never doubt me again.”

He thrust into you, hard and deep, the pace relentless, each movement precise, hitting that spot inside you that made you see stars, the pleasure a tidal wave, your body trembling, your cries loud and desperate. His hand slipped between you, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing in tight circles, the pressure perfect, the sensation pushing you to the edge.

“Come for me, baby,” he growled, his voice rough, his eyes locked on yours, his cock driving into you, his fingers relentless, his breath hot against your ear. “Let me feel you. Let me feel how fucking perfect you are. You’re mine, Y/N. Fucking mine.”

You shattered, your orgasm crashing through you, a white-hot wave that left you trembling, your walls pulsing around him, your cries loud and desperate, your body shaking, your vision blurring. He groaned, his hips stuttering, his own release following, hot and deep, his cock pulsing, spilling inside you, his breath ragged, his hands gripping you, his body trembling, his eyes soft and fierce.

But he wasn’t done. He pulled you up, his hands firm, his eyes blazing, his cock still hard, glistening with your combined release. “You’re not leaving me again,” he growled, his voice thick with anger, his hands gripping your ass, delivering a sharp spank, the sting making you gasp, your core clenching, the pleasure-pain sparking new desire. “You hear me, Y/N? You’re mine. You don’t get to run, you don’t get to doubt me. I fucking love you, and I’ll spank you every fucking day if that’s what it takes to make you believe it.”

“Jungkook,” you moaned, your voice needy, your body responding, your core aching, your thighs trembling. “I’m sorry—I love you—I won’t—”

“You’re damn right you won’t,” he growled, his hands gripping your hips, guiding you back onto his cock, the stretch intense, the fullness overwhelming, the pleasure building again, sharp and electric. “Ride me again, baby. Show me you’re mine. Show me you fucking love me.”

You did, your hips rolling, your hands bracing against his chest, the crescent moon tattoo under your palm, the ink warm and alive, his muscles flexing, his skin hot and slick. You rode him, hard and fast, your moans loud and desperate, your body trembling, the pleasure a tidal wave, his groans spurring you on, his hands gripping your ass, delivering another spank, the sting making you cry out, your core clenching, the pleasure-pain driving you wild.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking perfect,” he groaned, his voice breaking, his eyes locked on yours, his hands roaming, worshipping your curves, his fingers digging in, possessive and reverent. “I’ve loved you since I saw you, Y/N. You were a kid, and I was a fucking mess, but I knew you were it for me. Every time you’d hide, every time you’d blush, I fell harder. I’m fucking obsessed with you, and I’ll never let you go.”

“I love you,” you sobbed, your voice breaking, your tears spilling, your heart full, your body trembling, the pleasure overwhelming. “I’ve always loved you, Jungkook. From that first day, when you walked in, and I couldn’t breathe. I was so scared, but I wanted you so bad. I’m yours—always.”

He groaned, his hands gripping you, his hips thrusting up, hard and deep, his cock hitting that spot, the pleasure a tidal wave, your cries loud and desperate. “You’re mine,” he growled, his voice rough, his eyes fierce, his hands spanking you again, the sting sharp and sweet, your core clenching, the pleasure-pain pushing you over the edge. “Fucking mine, Y/N. Come for me again. Show me you’re mine.”

You did, your orgasm crashing through you, a white-hot wave that left you trembling, your walls pulsing around him, your cries loud and desperate, your body shaking, your vision blurring, your release gushing, soaking him, the sensation overwhelming. He groaned, his hips stuttering, his own release following, hot and deep, his cock pulsing, spilling inside you, his breath ragged, his hands gripping you, his body trembling, his eyes soft and fierce.

You collapsed onto him, your breaths heavy, your bodies slick with sweat, your hearts pounding as one, the air thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and love. He pulled you close, his lips brushing your forehead, your cheek, your lips, soft and reverent, his hands stroking your hair, your back, your curves, his touch gentle, his love palpable.

“I love you,” he whispered, his voice raw, his eyes soft, his hands framing your face, his thumbs brushing your tears. “I’m never letting you go, Y/N. You’re my fucking world. Every curve, every flaw you think you have—it’s all mine, and I fucking love it.”

You melted into him, your heart full, your insecurities silenced, your body sated, your soul safe. “I love you,” you whispered, your voice soft, your hands cupping his face, your thumbs brushing his scar, his stubble, his lips. “I’m yours, Jungkook. Always.”

He kissed you, slow and deep, the kiss a vow, a promise, a love that burned bright, unyielding, eternal. You lay together, tangled in each other, the world fading, your bodies entwined, your hearts one, the crescent moon tattoo under your palm a reminder of the love that had always been, the love that would always be.

The days that followed the night at the pool party were a radiant tapestry woven with love, trust, and a newfound sense of self. The air in your world seemed to shimmer with possibility, each moment with Jungkook a brushstroke of color against the canvas of your life. Your modest home on Maple Street, with its creaky floors and lavender-scented air, became a sanctuary for your blossoming relationship, its walls now holding the echoes of whispered confessions and tender laughter. The oak tree outside your window stood as a silent witness to your transformation, its leaves rustling in the warm April breeze, a soft symphony that underscored your days with Jungkook.

Jungkook was a constant, a grounding force, his presence a warm anchor in the sea of your insecurities. He moved through your life with quiet intensity, his dark eyes always watching, always adoring, his tattooed hands reaching for you with a reverence that made your heart ache. His scent—sandalwood, musk, and something uniquely him—clung to your skin, your clothes, your bed, a reminder of his claim on you, body and soul. His voice, low and gravelly, was a melody you never tired of, whether he was murmuring sweet nothings or growling with need, each word a vow etched into your heart.

Your mornings began with him, his arms wrapped around you, his breath warm against your neck as you woke in the soft cocoon of your bed. The sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting golden patterns across his bare chest, his tattoos—a wolf on his shoulder, stars on his ribs, a crescent moon above his heart—gleaming in the light. His dark hair was always mussed from sleep, falling into his eyes, and you’d brush it back, your fingers lingering on the sharp line of his jaw, the faint stubble that prickled your skin. He’d smile, that rare, boyish smile that made your stomach flip, and pull you closer, his lips brushing your forehead, your cheek, your lips, soft and languid, a promise of forever.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he’d murmur, his voice thick with sleep, his eyes soft and fierce as they traced your face, your curves, the soft swell of your breasts beneath the thin nightie you’d taken to wearing. “Every morning, I wake up and can’t believe you’re mine.”

You’d blush, your cheeks warming, but the doubt that once would have spiraled was gone, replaced by a quiet confidence born of his love. You saw yourself through his eyes now��a goddess, a treasure, a woman worthy of adoration. Your body, once a source of shame, was now a canvas he worshipped, your curves a map he traced with his hands, his lips, his heart. Your hips, your thighs, your soft stomach—they were his obsession, his sanctuary, and he never let you forget it.

One morning, you stood in the kitchen, the air thick with the scent of coffee and sizzling bacon, your hair loose around your shoulders, a silky nightie hugging your curves, its hem barely brushing your thighs. You were trying to eat less, a habit you’d slipped into without thinking, your plate holding only a single slice of toast, a secret attempt to control what you still sometimes saw as flaws. Jungkook noticed immediately, his eyes narrowing as he leaned against the counter, his black tank top clinging to his muscled frame, his tattoos stark in the morning light.

“What’s this?” he asked, his voice low, a dangerous edge to it as he gestured to your plate, his jaw tightening. “Where’s the rest of your breakfast, Y/N?”

You froze, your heart stuttering, your fingers tightening around the mug of coffee. “I… I’m not that hungry,” you mumbled, avoiding his gaze, your cheeks flushing with guilt.

He crossed the room in two strides, his boots heavy on the hardwood floor, his hand cupping your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. They were dark, blazing with a mix of anger and love, his breath hot against your face. “Don’t fucking do that,” he said, his voice rough, his thumb brushing your lip, firm but gentle. “Don’t starve yourself, Y/N. You think I don’t notice? You think I don’t see you trying to hide, to make yourself smaller? You’re perfect the way you are, and I won’t let you hurt yourself trying to be something you’re not.”

Tears pricked your eyes, not from fear but from the intensity of his love, the way he saw you so clearly, even when you faltered. “I just… I thought—” you started, but he cut you off, his lips crashing into yours, the kiss fierce and claiming, his hands sliding to your hips, pulling you against him, the heat of him grounding you.

“You thought wrong,” he growled against your lips, his voice thick with emotion, his hands gripping your curves, kneading the soft flesh of your hips, your ass. “I love every inch of you, Y/N. Your curves, your body, your fucking soul. You don’t get to hide from me, not ever. You’re going to eat, and you’re going to let me love you, all of you. Understand?”

You nodded, your tears falling, your heart swelling with love, with trust. He kissed you again, softer this time, his hands roaming your body, worshipping your curves, his touch a reminder of his obsession, his need. He sat you down, piling your plate with eggs, bacon, and fruit, his eyes never leaving you as you ate, his hand resting on your thigh, warm and possessive. “Good girl,” he murmured, his voice softening, his lips brushing your temple. “That’s my girl.”

Jungkook’s love was a fire, fierce and unyielding, burning away the last remnants of your insecurities. He took you to his tattoo shop one evening, the air thick with the scent of ink and antiseptic, the hum of needles a low backdrop to the music playing softly—something dark and soulful, like his voice. The shop was his sanctuary, its walls lined with sketches, vibrant designs, and framed photos of his work, the space a reflection of his soul. He showed you his latest piece, a delicate crescent moon intertwined with roses, its lines sharp and fluid, a symbol of beauty and strength.

“It’s for you,” he said, his voice low, his eyes soft as he traced the sketch with his finger, his tattoos flexing with the movement. “I see you in it—fierce, beautiful, unapologetic. Will you let me ink it on you one day?”

You blushed, your heart racing, the idea of his art on your skin, his hands marking you, thrilling and intimate. “Maybe,” you said, your voice shy, but your smile was genuine, your confidence blooming under his gaze. He pulled you into his lap, his hands settling on your hips, his lips brushing your neck, the stubble on his jaw prickling your skin, sending shivers through you.

“You’re my masterpiece, Y/N,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble, his hands sliding under your top, tracing the curve of your waist, the soft swell of your stomach. “Every curve, every line—it’s fucking art. I’m obsessed with you.”

You kissed him, your hands tangling in his hair, the kiss deepening, hungry and slow, the world fading until it was just you and him, your bodies pressed close, your hearts beating as one. He lifted you onto the counter, his hands roaming, his lips worshipping your neck, your collarbone, his breath hot and ragged. “I love you,” he whispered, his voice raw, his eyes fierce and soft, his hands gripping you like you were his lifeline. “I’ll never stop loving you.”

Your wardrobe began to shift, a reflection of your growing confidence, your love for yourself mirroring his love for you. You wore tops that hugged your curves, dresses that accentuated your hips, your waist, your breasts, the fabrics soft and vibrant, a celebration of your body. Jungkook’s eyes would darken every time you stepped out in something new, his gaze raking over you, his jaw clenching, his hands flexing with need. “Fuck, baby,” he’d say, his voice thick, his eyes blazing. “You’re trying to kill me.”

One evening, you wore a tight, sleeveless red dress, its fabric clinging to your curves, the neckline plunging to reveal the soft swell of your breasts, your nipples hardening in the cool air. You’d barely stepped into the living room of Jungkook’s apartment, the air thick with the scent of takeout and his cologne—sandalwood and musk, a heady mix that made your pulse race—when he was on you, his hands gripping your hips, his lips crashing into yours, the kiss desperate and hungry, his tongue sweeping against yours, a dance of raw need.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he growled, his voice thick, his eyes raking over you, dark and predatory, his jaw clenching as he took in the dress, the way it hugged every curve. “This dress—you’re fucking unreal. I can’t keep my hands off you.”

You laughed, breathless, your hands tangling in his dark hair, your body arching into him, the heat of his muscled frame overwhelming. “I just wanted to look nice,” you teased, but your voice was needy, your thighs clenching with want, the air between you electric.

“Nice?” he scoffed, his eyes blazing with desire, his hands sliding under the dress, his fingers grazing your bare skin, finding you wet and ready, your lack of underwear making him groan. “You’re a fucking goddess, and you know it. You’re mine, Y/N, and I’m going to fuck you right here, right now.”

He spun you around, pressing you against the living room wall, the cool surface a stark contrast to the heat of his body as he caged you in, his chest flush against your back. His hands hiked up your dress, bunching it around your waist, his fingers digging into your hips, the soft flesh yielding under his grip. You gasped, your palms flat against the wall, your heart pounding as he nudged your legs apart, his cock—thick and hard, freed from his jeans—brushing against your entrance, the tip slick with precum.

“Fuck, look at this ass,” he groaned, his voice rough, his hand kneading your curves, his breath hot against your neck, the stubble on his jaw scraping your skin, a delicious burn. “You’re so fucking perfect, Y/N. I’m obsessed with every inch of you.”

He thrust into you, slow and deep, the stretch intense, a delicious burn that made you moan, your walls clenching around him, wet and tight. The sensation was overwhelming, his cock filling you, the friction sparking pleasure with every movement, his hips rocking against your ass, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you back to meet his thrusts, each one harder, deeper, his groans low and primal, his breath ragged.

“Jungkook,” you gasped, your voice breaking, your nails scraping the wall, your body trembling as he fucked you from behind, his pace relentless, his cock hitting a spot inside you that made you see stars. “It feels so good.”

“You’re mine,” he growled, his voice thick with need, his lips brushing your ear, his teeth grazing your lobe, sending shivers through you. “This body, these curves—fuck, I love how you feel. So fucking perfect. I’m never letting you go.”

The pleasure built, sharp and electric, your moans mingling with his groans, the room a symphony of your bodies, the scent of sex and sweat heavy in the air. His hand slid around, finding your clit, rubbing tight circles, the pressure pushing you to the edge, your legs shaking, your breath hitching. “Come for me, baby,” he rasped, his voice rough, his thrusts unrelenting. “Let me feel you, Y/N. Fucking come on my cock.”

You shattered, your orgasm crashing over you, a white-hot wave that left you trembling, your walls pulsing around him, your cries loud and desperate, your body shaking as he fucked you through it, his thrusts never slowing, drawing every last spark from you. He followed, his hips stuttering, a low groan escaping him as he spilled inside you, hot and deep, his hands gripping you, his body trembling, his breath ragged against your neck.

He held you there, still buried inside you, his arms wrapping around you, his lips brushing your shoulder, soft and reverent. “I love you,” he whispered, his voice raw, his hands stroking your curves, his touch a reminder of his obsession, his love. “You’re my fucking everything, Y/N.”

Jungkook’s protectiveness extended beyond the bedroom, his love a constant shield against the world. He noticed everything—every skipped meal, every moment of doubt, every flicker of insecurity—and he was relentless in his mission to make you see yourself as he did. One afternoon, you sat at a café, the air thick with the scent of espresso and pastries, your plate holding only a small salad, your attempt to eat less a reflex you hadn’t fully shaken. Jungkook’s eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening, his hand resting on your thigh, warm and possessive under the table.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice low, a warning edge to it, his eyes dark and fierce. “What’s this? You think you’re going to starve yourself on my watch?”

You blushed, your heart stuttering, your fingers twisting in your lap. “I just… I wasn’t that hungry,” you mumbled, but his hand cupped your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze, his eyes blazing with love and anger.

“Don’t lie to me,” he said, his voice rough, his thumb brushing your lip, firm but gentle. “You’re fucking perfect, Y/N. Your body, your curves—they’re mine to worship, and I won’t let you hurt yourself trying to be something you’re not. You’re going to eat, and you’re going to enjoy it, because you deserve it. You deserve everything.”

Tears pricked your eyes, your heart swelling, his words sinking into you, warm and heavy. He ordered a plate of your favorite—pasta with creamy sauce, breadsticks, a slice of chocolate cake—his eyes never leaving you as you ate, his hand stroking your thigh, his voice soft and encouraging. “That’s my girl,” he murmured, his lips brushing your temple, his breath warm against your skin. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you take care of yourself.”

Your confidence grew, a radiant bloom nurtured by his love, his touch, his words. You wore what you wanted—tight dresses, crop tops, nighties that barely covered you—each piece a celebration of your body, your curves, your strength. Jungkook’s reaction was always the same, his eyes darkening, his jaw clenching, his hands flexing with need, his cock hardening at the sight of you. “Fuck, baby,” he’d say, his voice thick, his eyes blazing. “You’re killing me.”

One night, you wore a black lace nightie, its fabric sheer, clinging to your curves, your nipples hard against the lace, your thighs bare, your hair loose around your shoulders. You stood in the bathroom of his apartment, the air thick with steam from the shower, the mirror fogged, the scent of his body wash—cedar and mint—lingering. Jungkook stepped out, a towel slung low on his hips, his tattoos glistening with water, his dark hair dripping, his eyes locking onto you, dark and hungry.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he growled, his voice thick, his towel dropping to the floor, his cock hard and ready, the sight making your mouth water. “This nightie—you’re fucking unreal. Get in the shower. Now.”

You stepped into the glass enclosure, the hot water cascading over you, the steam wrapping you in warmth, the tiles cool against your feet. Jungkook followed, his hands on you instantly, pressing you against the wall, the water sluicing over your bodies, your nightie soaked and transparent, clinging to your curves. His lips crashed into yours, the kiss messy and desperate, his tongue sweeping against yours, his hands cupping your breasts, his thumbs brushing your nipples through the lace, making you moan.

“Fuck, these tits,” he groaned, his voice rough, his hands kneading your heavy breasts, the soft flesh spilling over his fingers, your nipples hard and sensitive. “They’re so fucking perfect, Y/N. I’m obsessed.”

He dropped to his knees, the water streaming over his tattooed shoulders, his hands guiding your breasts together, his cock sliding between them, the sensation new and thrilling, the friction making him groan, his eyes locked on yours, dark and adoring. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he rasped, his voice thick, his hips rocking, his cock gliding between your tits, the water making everything slick, the pleasure building, sharp and intense.

You moaned, your hands in his hair, your body arching, the sight of him—his muscled frame, his tattoos, his cock between your breasts—driving you wild. “Jungkook,” you gasped, your voice needy, your thighs clenching with want, the water amplifying every sensation, the steam thick in your lungs.

“Come for me, baby,” he growled, his voice rough, his hands gripping your breasts, his cock thrusting faster, the friction pushing him to the edge. You didn’t need to touch yourself, the sight of him, the feel of him, enough to send you spiraling, your orgasm crashing over you, a wave of pleasure that left you trembling, your cries echoing in the shower, your body shaking as he groaned, his release spilling hot across your chest, the water washing it away, his breath ragged, his hands steadying you.

He pulled you close, his lips brushing your forehead, your cheek, your lips, soft and reverent, the water still cascading over you, his arms tight around you. “I love you,” he whispered, his voice raw, his eyes soft and fierce, his hands stroking your curves, his touch a reminder of his obsession, his love. “You’re my fucking goddess, Y/N.”

Jungkook was your constant, your rock, his love a fire that never dimmed, his touch a balm that healed every wound. He took you on late-night drives, the city lights blurring past, his hand resting on your thigh, his voice soft as he told you stories of his childhood, his dreams, his fears, his tattoos a map of his soul he shared only with you. You’d park on a hill overlooking the city, the stars above a canopy, his arms around you, his lips brushing your temple, his breath warm against your skin.

“You’re my home, Y/N,” he’d whisper, his voice raw, his eyes soft and fierce, his hands framing your face. “I’ve never had this, never felt this. You’re my everything.”

You’d kiss him, slow and deep, your hands tracing his tattoos, your bodies pressed close, the world fading until it was just you and him, your love a universe of its own. One such night, you wore a tight, off-shoulder dress, its fabric hugging your curves, your hair loose, catching the breeze. You’d barely stepped out of the car, the air cool and crisp, the city lights twinkling below, when Jungkook’s eyes darkened, his jaw clenching, his hands flexing with need, his cock hardening at the sight of you.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he growled, his voice thick, his eyes raking over you, his hands gripping your hips, pulling you against the car door, the metal cool against your back, the night air sharp in your lungs. “You’re fucking unreal.”

He spun you around, pressing you against the door, his hands hiking up your dress, his fingers digging into your hips, the soft flesh yielding under his grip. His lips were on your neck, his teeth grazing your skin, the stubble on his jaw a delicious burn, his breath hot and ragged. “Fuck, this body,” he groaned, his voice rough, his cock pressing against your ass, hard and ready, the fabric of his jeans rough against your bare skin. “You’re so fucking perfect, Y/N. I’m obsessed with every curve.”

He thrust into you, slow and deep, the stretch intense, a delicious burn that made you moan, your walls clenching around him, wet and tight. The sensation was overwhelming, his cock filling you, the friction sparking pleasure with every movement, his hips rocking against your ass, the car creaking slightly under the force, the night air cool against your heated skin. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you back to meet his thrusts, each one harder, deeper, his groans low and primal, his breath ragged against your neck.

“Jungkook,” you gasped, your voice breaking, your hands braced against the car, your nails scraping the metal, your body trembling as he fucked you against the door, his pace relentless, his cock hitting a spot inside you that made you see stars. “It’s too much.”

“You can take it,” he growled, his voice thick with need, his lips brushing your ear, his teeth grazing your lobe, sending shivers through you. “You’re mine, Y/N. This body, these curves—fuck, I love how you feel. So fucking perfect. Come for me, baby.”

The pleasure built, sharp and electric, your moans mingling with his groans, the night a symphony of your bodies, the scent of sex and his cologne heavy in the air. His hand slid around, finding your clit, rubbing tight circles, the pressure pushing you to the edge, your legs shaking, your breath hitching. You shattered, your orgasm crashing over you, a white-hot wave that left you trembling, your walls pulsing around him, your cries loud and desperate, your body shaking as he fucked you through it, his thrusts never slowing, drawing every last spark from you. He followed, his hips stuttering, a low groan escaping him as he spilled inside you, hot and deep, his hands gripping you, his body trembling, his breath ragged against your neck.

He held you there, still buried inside you, his arms wrapping around you, his lips brushing your shoulder, soft and reverent. “I love you,” he whispered, his voice raw, his hands stroking your curves, his touch a reminder of his obsession, his love. “You’re my fucking everything, Y/N.”

He photographed you, his camera capturing your laughter, your curves, your vulnerability, his eyes soft and adoring as he showed you the images, each one a testament to his obsession, his love. “You’re art,” he’d say, his voice firm, his hands framing your face. “You’re my fucking masterpiece, Y/N. I want to fill a gallery with you, show the world how fucking perfect you are.”

You’d blush, your heart swelling, your confidence a radiant bloom, your insecurities a faint whisper, drowned out by his love, his worship, his truth. You wore what you wanted, ate what you loved, lived with a freedom you’d never known, your body a temple you cherished, your heart a treasure you shared with him. You saw yourself as he did—a goddess, a warrior, a woman worthy of everything, your curves a celebration, your soul a light that burned bright.

One winter evening, you stood in a gallery, the air thick with the scent of wine and perfume, the walls lined with Jungkook’s photographs—images of you, your curves, your laughter, your vulnerability, each one a testament to his love, his obsession, his truth. The room was filled with people, their voices a low hum, but your eyes were on him, his black suit hugging his frame, his tattoos peeking out from his collar, his eyes soft and fierce as he watched you, his hand resting on your lower back, warm and possessive.

“You’re my masterpiece,” he whispered, his voice raw, his lips brushing your ear, his breath warm against your skin. “Every curve, every smile, every fucking inch of you. I love you, Y/N. I’ll love you forever.”

You turned to him, your eyes shining, your heart full, your dress hugging your curves, your confidence a radiant bloom. “I love you too,” you said, your voice steady, your hands framing his face, your lips brushing his, soft and deep. “You’ve shown me who I am, Jungkook. You’ve given me everything.”

He kissed you, slow and deep, the world fading until it was just you and him, your love a universe of its own. The gallery faded, the voices silenced, the stars above a canopy for your forever. You were his, he was yours, and together, you were infinite—a love story written in ink, in light, in the curves of your body, in the beat of your hearts, a masterpiece that would never fade.

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CLOSER TO YOU [JJK]

PAIRING: nerdy!roommate!jungkook x fem!OF!reader

GENRE: smut, roommates au, nerdy!jk, photography major!jk, friends to fuck buddies.

SUMMARY: After getting various comments about your poor filming skills for your OF page, you finally decided to give in and reach out to the one person that could help you with your problem. However, what started as your roommate just helping you to film your video turned into you begging him to fuck you.

How long would it take for Jungkook to finally give in? After all, all he ever wanted was to be closer to you.

WC: 8,7k

WARNINGS: smut, masturbation, fingering, voyeurism, dirty talk, nerdy!jungkook going from shy to freaky to shy and freaky again. Pet names, jungkook with glasses (that NEEDS a warning idc), jk being completely whipped for reader but also mocking her and being a little shit when he got into it. Use of “good girl” (1), mention of only fans and adult content. If I’m missing something lmk!

A/N: part one is finally out!! I honestly feel nervous to post again and I really hope you guys enjoy this one! lmk what you think in the comments or sending an ask, enjoy ur reading <3!

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“I need a favor.”

You barging into his room along with those three words were enough to break the quiet and cozy atmosphere that your roommate had going on. He was sitting in his gaming chair, with his headphones covering his ears and glasses slightly falling off the bridge of his nose. Jungkook looked startled, with his big, round eyes staring at you as if he had been caught doing something he shouldn’t, when in reality a loud and violent video game was the only thing playing on his computer screen.

“H-Hi to you too.” His response and his rapid way of blinking let you know that Jungkook was not expecting you to come into his room unannounced, however, there was not a single complaint flying out of his mouth. More often than not, you would invade his personal space with your overenthusiastic self, chatting his ear off about some new gossip from your class that he was not really interested in, but Jungkook being Jungkook could never tell you to shut up, even when it was needed. “What do you need? Is everything okay?”

A pang of guilt spread through your chest by the way he completely abandoned whatever game he was playing to put his undivided attention on you when he noticed how distressed you were; what you were about to ask him was far from being a serious or urgent matter, but rather something that might bring chaos and awkwardness into your friendship. In all honesty, you weren’t even sure why you decided to entertain the idea of asking for Jungkook’s help. All you knew is that Eunbi, your best friend, was very eloquent while suggesting your roommate as a solution for your problem, and while you weren’t exactly desperate, you didn’t want to spend more time thinking of other alternatives either.

So here you were, hoping that the following minutes would remain the same after you inevitably tell Jungkook the truth.

“Y/n…? Is everything alright?” He asked once again, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Yes, right! It is. I just…” A frustrated sigh escaped your lips. “I need a huge favor, but I don’t know how to tell you.”

“You know you can tell me anything, I’m here for whatever you need.” His tender smile made that guilty feeling become stronger.

You tried to find the words to voice the idea running through your mind without making this situation painfully weird, but nothing could really prevent the inevitable awkward silence that was bound to be installed between you two once you put it all out.

The favor and the help you needed was regarding your line of work, something that Jungkook was pretty much aware of, but never fully involved in. Being a creator for adult content, more specifically for only fans, was already hard enough to explain to him when he moved in with you a few years ago, but somehow you managed to make it seem as if it wasn’t a big deal. You thought that it would be a dealbreaker, that Jungkook would run far away from you and never even consider being your roommate when you told him you made content for only fans, however, after a few days, he willingly showed up at your apartment with boxes full of his belongings and a shy smile, telling you that he was ready to live with you.

That memory was the only thing keeping you from running out of his room and hiding inside your own until the embarrassment subsided, instead, it helped you to follow through with your plan and accept the outcome of this, like the confident woman that you were.

However, the long pauses that you were taking to organize your ideas were starting to worry the brown-eyed boy in front of you. He’s never seen you like this before, hesitating and so unsure of yourself. Your confident demeanor would often throw him off, and the way you so surely carried yourself wherever you went was a stark contrast to his shy and awkward way of living, but that’s something Jungkook was used to, that’s how things worked between you two. You were the easygoing, extroverted friend that would strike up a conversation with almost anyone, while he was the quiet, shy and reserved friend that was ready to lend his shoulder if you ever needed a good cry.

But this, the way you were so notoriously nervous and preoccupied was something new for Jungkook, a new side of you that he never thought he would see.

“Listen, Y/n, you don’t have to tell me right now. I’ll help you with anything you need, but if you feel like it’s too much in this moment, you can talk to me about it whenever you’re rea–”

“I need you to help me film a video for my page.”

There, you said it, it was all set in stone, with no way to go back. No backtracking, no regretting, no way to undo it. Your words hung in the air with a heavy weight falling upon you two. If Jungkook was startled when you came into his room, he was completely dumbfounded after listening to what you needed.

“Co-Come again.” It wasn’t the smartest way to ask you to repeat yourself, but it sure fit into the conversation. “I-I mean, are you seriously asking me to do what I think you’re asking?”

He wasn’t stupid, Jungkook was familiar with your work, and while he didn’t consume your content, apart from a few pictures he looked at while scrolling through your page out of curiosity, the boy knew exactly what your deal was. Posting your whole body on the internet for almost anyone to see was the easiest way to describe your job; making videos, taking pictures that left little to the imagination for the people that came across your profile, even going as far as hosting lives to chat with your followers and sometimes cater to their filthy needs. That’s the kind of job you had, the kind of things you were willing to do, and it was crystal clear how comfortable and okay you were with it.

Jungkook had never judged you or questioned what you did for a living, not once in the years he’s known you, mainly out of respect and because it was none of his business, but also because he didn’t want to think or imagine the things you did in front of the camera. Now, however, he might have to, because what you were asking of him was more than what he was expecting from you.

Asking him to cook dinner, fix your laptop or pick up his clothes from the bathroom floor was okay with him, he could do it in a heartbeat, but filming a video for your secret page was something he was not ready for.

“I know it sounds crazy, believe me. I actually thought about this for a few days, but I wouldn’t ask you to do it if I truly didn’t need your help.” You were almost ready to beg him at this point. It has been weeks since the last time you posted a video and the lack of content was starting to upset your followers. There was really no other option. “I swear I’ll try to make it as normal as possible, but I really need you”

She needs me.

Jungkook had to look away from you, the pleading eyes you were sending his way were starting to affect him more than they should have, and while he was usually willing to lend you a helping hand at any moment, this time he really needed some time to think about it.

“I don’t know, Y/n…” He hesitated, taking his glasses off for a brief moment and rubbing his eyes. “I mean, why me? Doesn’t Eunbi usually help you with that stuff?”

“Yeah, she does, but it’s mainly to help me choose an outfit, makeup or the color of the lights. She doesn’t know about cameras like you do. And lately my followers have been complaining about my poor filming skills.” You finally explained your reasons behind it all. “You’re a photography major after all, wouldn’t you know about angles, settings, and all that stuff better than us?”

You took some cautious steps towards your roommate before making him turn around in his chair only for you to sit on his lap. You were aware that it was an unfair strategy to use on him, but desperate times call for desperate measures, don’t they?

A blaring alarm went off inside of Jungkook’s head the moment you became painfully close to him, invading his personal space. Then again, it was not out of the ordinary for you to be touchy-feely with him, but the boy still had a hard time getting used to your overly affectionate demeanor. His hands were eager to lay on the warm skin of your waist and feel your soft flesh against his, nonetheless, he knew better than crossing that line. If Jungkook wanted to maintain his sanity, he needed to remain still for as long as possible.

“Would you be a sweetheart and help me with this, Kookie?

Fuck, not that nickname.

Jungkook melted right on the spot whenever you called him that or any other short variant of his name. He was weak for you and both of you were aware of it.

“I…” It was a hard decision, but how could he say no to you when you were looking at him as if he was your only saviour. “Okay, yes. I’ll help you, but just this time. I will teach you everything you need to know to make your videos better, but next time you’ll be on your own.”

“Oh my god! Thank you, Kook, thank you so much.” Your arms found their way to his neck, engulfing the shy boy into an effusive hug. “I promise I’ll repay you with anything you want.”

“We can figure that out afterwards, don’t worry about it now.” He assured you with a sheepish grin while his hands finally reciprocated the affection by timidly patting your back.

The more you stayed in that position, the more Jungkook wondered if he was really ready to take such a big step into your dynamic, however, there was no way out. You were already counting on him.

What have I gotten myself into?

The following days were spent trying to figure out the logistics and set a schedule that would work for the both of you. Despite what anyone would think, Jungkook was a very busy guy, between his major, work and tutoring lessons he offered three days a week, he had little to no time to hangout with his friends or even watch a movie with you. Therefore, Saturday seemed like the safest option to film the video. Usually Jungkook would play online games with his friends during the weekends as it was the only time he could actually have some free time for himself, but he was willing to sacrifice one day just this time, especially if it was for you.

The boy was in a constant fight or flight mode during those days, overthinking every single minute of his day about how terribly wrong the whole thing could go. He had a plan from A to Z for any unfortunate situation that might occur, only to prevent ruining your friendship any further. Jungkook was so anxious and absorbed in the predicament that he didn’t even notice when Saturday finally arrived.

In a blink of an eye both of you were already making sure that everything was ready to start filming. You would use his professional camera instead of your phone to enhance the quality of the video; he helped you find the perfect spot in your room, void of your personal stuff or anything that could be used to reveal your real identity. He even showed you the angles that you could use to prevent your face from showing but still giving your followers what they wanted. The setting and ambience was perfect, with the perfect amount of lighting and the right color to make the whole moment more enjoyable for your viewers.

“Whenever you’re ready.” His soft voice echoed through the room while you were doing some touch ups to your makeup. Jungkook was doing a good job with keeping a straight face and calm attitude. It was barely impossible to tell how nervous and anxious he was at that precise moment.

“I’m ready.” You stood up from the chair in front of your vanity, and started your way towards the place where you would be filming. It was a corner decorated with a bunch of pillows and a fluffy blanket to make it comfortable for you. “I should take this off now, shouldn’t I?” A nervous giggle escaped your mouth while pointing to your robe.

It would be the first time you would present yourself like this to Jungkook, at least that you were aware of. The boy had already seen more of your body that he would’ve preferred, thanks to his curiosity, however, this time it was different, it wasn’t a simple picture of you in lingerie or with your bare chest showing. It was you in the flesh, quite literally. Naked and ready to put your body under a plethora of sensations he could only think of —he shouldn’t even think about it in all honesty—, along with sounds that up until this moment were only part of his imagination.

“Do-Do you want me to like… turn around?”

It was an innocent and genuine question, yet you couldn’t help but laugh.

“There’s no point. You’ll have to see me to check that the filming is going right, either way.” You waved him off, trying to ease his worries. “It’s okay, don’t read too much into it, you’re only being a good friend and helping me.”

“Sure… a good friend.”

Why does it bother me so much when she calls me that?

Oh, if only he understood.

“Okay, here goes nothing.” In a swift motion you undid the knot of your robe, taking the piece of clothing completely off to show your body covered in the prettiest set of red lingerie that you owned.

Your tits were engulfed by the soft lace of your bra, adorned with a red bow right in the center, drawing more attention to your cleavage. Your panties left little to the imagination; see through lace covering just enough to tease the viewers and make them crave for more of your beautiful body. In hindsight, it wasn’t the sexiest or most elegant set out there, but you liked the way it enhanced your features just the right way to feel comfortable and sexy with your body. And as it turns out, Jungkook thought exactly the same.

The boy could not tear his eyes, covered with his round glasses, away from your figure, taking his time to let the way you presented yourself before him sink in. So bare and vulnerable, yet so sexy and confident. You looked incredibly stunning, beautiful, gorgeous, delectable… words were not enough to describe what he thought of you the moment your robe fell to your feet. However, along with appreciating your body came the realization that helping you film this video would be the hardest task he would ever do.

How can I do this to myself?

“Does it look good?” A very dangerous question, but it was intended to ease the tension already forming in between the two. The longer Jungkook took to answer, the more you wondered if you chose the correct outfit “Should I change?”

“No!” His answer, then, was definitive. “I-I mean, you don’t really need to change, unless you want to. It looks… good, very good on you.” He used one finger to push his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

His cheeks turning red was something you could not ignore, it brought a sweet smile to your face.

“Alright then, let’s get this over with!”

A faint fighting came out of your roommate’s mouth while waiting for you to position yourself in front of the camera. The moment you stepped into the comfortable yet sexy set your whole demeanor changed. Your cheerful smile was replaced with a cheeky smirk; your eyes were charged with this sensual energy that made the boy in front of you swallow harshly; your velvety voice was like a siren chant, luring him to step closer and fall into the trap.

Jungkook was mesmerized by the nonchalant way you executed every single movement, as if it was second nature for you, and it sure was. It was part of your routine, part of your lifestyle. The brown-haired man was only now discovering what it was like, but you’ve been under the spotlight for quite some time. Your hands knew perfectly well the path they had to go through to get to the most sensitive parts of your body. Your fingers knew just the right amount of pressure they had to put into your flesh to elicit those sinful sounds. There was no hesitation, no second thoughts, you knew what to do and you loved every single second of it.

Jungkook was entranced by your performance, hands curled into fists to prevent them from acting on their own; cheeks tinted with a rosy color that got lost in the red lights adorning your room. His eyes were glued to your fingers dancing up and down your sides, stealing faint sighs out of you. He had a love-hate reaction to how long you were taking to strip out of your bra. It was sensual, teasing, yet it made the boy fall into a desperate state, eager to see you fully, in all your glory.

“I’ve missed you guys so much.” Your sultry voice sent a shiver down his spine, but the words coming out of your mouth were a cold reminder that he wasn’t there as a viewer but rather as a helper. “It’s been so long since the last time we saw each other.”

A small gasp fell from your lips when you finally pushed down the cups of your bra to display your bare chest. Your hardened nipples were glazed with your saliva after running your wet fingers over them. Little by little you let loose, forgetting that Jungkook was even there, watching you touch yourself and talk to the camera with the most cliche and nasty lines you’ve mastered up until now. Once again, it was part of your routine, and in that routine you needed to have some sort of interaction with your viewers. But truth be told, Jungkook was loving it. He loved how free you looked, and probably felt. He loved how careless you were, how you never hesitated to take a step further and further until you were fully naked, panting and moaning while your fingers graced your inner thighs with a tender touch. He loved it because you were in your element, you were in full control of yourself and body, and that was beyond attractive for him.

“Shit.” A breathy moan elicited from your soft lips when your fingers ran over your folds with a feather-like touch. “I’m so wet.”

Fuck.

Jungkook mentally cursed himself for getting into this situation. It was so hard to watch you in such a lewd way and not be able to get involved. But then again, even thinking of the possibility of being the reason behind your sinful sounds was beyond wrong. You were his friend, his roommate for fuck’s sake, he shouldn’t be thinking of you in that way.

He shouldn’t think of how beautiful you’d look under him, writhing and chanting his…

“Jungkook.”

Fuck, yes.

“Jungkook!”

If only I could make her sound like that.

“Kook!! I’m talking to you.”

Your urgent tone snapped him out of his dirty thoughts. His eyes connected with yours, with a disoriented expression as he fixed his glasses.

“Shit, sorry, I just… zoned out for a bit.” He tried to excuse himself, but the way his voice cracked in the middle of the sentence prevented it from sounding sincere. “Wh-What were you saying?”

You chuckled, deciding to ignore his reaction and cutting right to the point.

“I can’t get into it.”

“What do you mean?”

His tilted head and innocent, round eyes made your frustration lessen. The whole time you let your hands run free over your skin you were trying —almost begging, to get in the mood to continue with the video, but as it turned out, you were nowhere near turned on. It was disappointing — after putting so much effort into it and gathering the courage to ask Jungkook for help, you couldn’t even get aroused.

What is wrong with me today?

With a deep sigh, you sat right up and covered your naked skin with the fluffy blanket next to you. “What I mean is that I can’t get in the mood to, you know… do it.”

“I’m not following.” Jungkook shook his head slowly, trying to comprehend the message that you were sending him. “Do you need anything? Are you uncomfortable?”

“No, it’s not that. I just can’t get turned on.” Plain and simple. He surely would get what you were trying to say.

“You mean that you’re not–”

“Oh my god, I’m not wet enough to continue filming!”

A pregnant silence fell into the room. Neither of you dared to move or say a single thing after that. Jungkook was rendered speechless after your confession and you could not even look at his face due to the embarrassment you were experiencing right in that moment. Maybe it was too much information, but then again, you were literally naked in front of him, voicing out your frustrations to the only other person in the room wouldn’t be that bad, would it?

Well, apparently it was, especially because it was not just anyone but Jungkook. The boy who not only had to endure seeing you touch yourself but also had to listen to your ridiculous complaints about not being aroused.

“Bu-But you just… you said you were…” He couldn’t even finish his sentence. “Fuck, I feel so lost right now.”

The brown-eyed boy was so confused, if your facial expressions and sounds were anything to go by, Jungkook could swear on his life that you were enjoying it. Your frustrated reaction and straightforward confession threw him off; how come he was fighting his own instincts and urges to not come right on the spot while you were faking it all along? Maybe it was due to being the first time in such an environment with you. Would your viewers know when you’re not being genuine and that’s why you stopped? Or was he really that clueless to women’s pleasure?

“I was acting.” You confessed. “Sometimes I talk like that to help myself and get in the mood, but clearly today is not working for me.” A dejected groan flew out of your mouth.

“Can I, I don’t know, help you with that?” He shyly asked, “Maybe it’s because I’m here. Perhaps having another person in the room is making it difficult for you, I can leave…”

You shook your head, “No, if anything, your presence is helping me to feel somehow relaxed.” You thought about it for a second, trying to come up with a quick solution. “Maybe we can try something else.”

“What would that be?”

It took you a few seconds to voice your idea, mainly out of fear and nervousness due to how much it could damage your friendship. In all honesty, involving Jungkook in the filming was already damaging and risky enough, but it was still within the limits you mentally established for this situation. What you were about to ask him, however, was beyond those limits.

“Could you step closer?” You waited a few seconds before developing your whole idea. “I mean, could you film me from a closer angle?”

“Would that really help?” He asked in a shaky voice.

“We could try and see.”

And see he did. Jungkook moved from his position behind the camera, trying to get his equipment and himself as close to you as possible —losing a little bit of his sanity in the process— with the utmost caution and respect. He didn’t want to overstep the boundaries that were established before starting filming, he also didn’t want to do a wrong movement and throw everything to waste. Jeon had the opportunity to see your body from a closer perspective, and albeit unsure, he managed to keep calm and resume his work.

“Is this okay?” Your roommate asked, angling the camera to focus solely on the space between your legs, right where your fingers wished to disappear in. “Tell me if it becomes too much, okay?”

“Will do.”

After listening to your words of approval and making sure you felt comfortable with the new position, Jungkook continued filming you and every single movement you did. It was hypnotizing how you so confidently went back to your previous endeavors to get you in the mood. Your noises sounded sexier, your breathing was heavier, your eyes were closed tighter than before, willing yourself to enjoy the moment thoroughly and push back the feeling of being so exposed to the only man you swore would never see you like this.

Jungkook tried to stay calm and collected, cool and relaxed, even when he felt the air getting stuck in his throat when he watched your fingers dive into your warm walls through the lenses of the camera.

“Fuck…” He breathed out without realizing. The boy was quick to cover his mouth with his hand when he noticed your quizzical look. “Sorry.” Jungkook mouthed and focused on his work as the cameraman.

You continued with your ministrations, ignoring the heat in your cheeks that wasn’t exactly due to finally getting worked up from your touches. Your fingers moved in and out of your cunt, slowly and carefully, as if you were calculating what you were going to do next. A faint moan fell from your lips, eliciting a raspy groan from the boy in front of you.

Right in that moment you noticed how aggravated Jungkook was. Eyes shining in the dark like a pair of beautiful stars but with a glint of lust covering them along with his glasses; lips parted, letting out his heavy breath and small sighs. His hands were twitching at his sides, eager to move and, most likely, to touch what he was not even allowed to taste.

Maybe this was more than he could handle, maybe you shouldn’t have asked him to help you with this video, perhaps this was already creating a dent in your friendship that you were nowhere close to know how to fix, but the way he was looking at you was nothing you had ever seen before, at least not from him. There was hunger, need and desperation mixed in his hard glare, and as much as you wanted to deny and ignore it, his reaction was doing wonders on you. And so a new idea was installed in your mind. Your friendship was already beyond salvation, how bad would it be to make a last request?

“Kook…” You breathed out, “I need you.”

It was so subtle, so fleeting the smugness that covered his face that you barely noticed. His eyes widened and his lips moved like that of a fish trying to survive out of the water, he didn’t know what to do, much less what to say.

“Me?” He whispered, completely clueless of the effect he was having on you in that moment. You nodded, fingers stilling in between your legs. “Wh-What do you mean?”

You sat up, stopping the filming once again. “Exactly what I said, I need you… I-I need your help with something else. You can say no, but… I would be forever grateful to you if you said yes.”

Jungkook was putting to use his 128 IQ score to try and understand what you were hinting at, but none the wiser, he needed the words spelled out to him to get your idea. And so, as softly as possible, you explained what your need was actually about. You noticed the way his body reacted to you and the show you were putting on for your viewers but more specifically for him; it was painfully obvious how much he desired you, and in all honesty, you weren’t any better.

Ever since you two started living together, you swore that you wouldn’t act on the small and silly crush you developed for him after meeting for the first time. It was just a silly attraction that wasn’t worth the hassle of getting involved with your roommate; his built body and big biceps drove you crazy, and you couldn’t turn a blind eye to the intricate tattoos adorning his arm, which was such a stark contrast to the type of man he made himself out to be; the lip ring shining from his mouth was so painfully enticing, and more often than not, you found yourself wondering what it would feel like against your lips while kissing the life out of him. And God bless the person that gets you started on how much you loved those black rimmed glasses that adorned his eyes almost 24/7, giving him a geeky look that would never fail to make you weak in the knees. But all of those features, as well as the lewd scenarios conquering your mind minutes before going to sleep, had made it difficult for you to stay in your lane all this time. Tonight, however, might be your one and only chance to turn your dirty dreams into reality, only and only if Jungkook agreed to your idea.

“I don’t want this to ruin our friendship.” He murmured, looking down at the floor and avoiding your hopeful eyes glaring at him. You reached out for him, your soft hands coming in contact with his covered thighs while you kneeled in front of him. “Y/n… don’t do this to me.” His whole body stiffened, fighting the urge to jump your bones and turn you into a crying mess just like he always imagined.

“You don’t want me like that, Kookie?” You so innocently asked, lashes fluttering against your cheekbones. “Is that the real problem, hm?” Your hands were sliding up and down his thighs, teasing him.

“God, no.” He answered breathlessly, “You have no fucking idea how bad I want you…”

“Then why don’t you show me? What’s stopping you, hm?” Your cheek resting on his jean-covered thigh elicited a soft gasp from your roommate. “It's just a small favor.”

“I… fuck, you’re driving me crazy right now.” He ran a hand through his hair, pulling at the ends while letting out a frustrated groan. Jungkook took off his glasses while rubbing his eyes before looking at you again. “You have to promise… you really have to promise that it will be a one-time thing. No more favors after this, at least not of this caliber.”

You nodded eagerly, looking at him with a spark in your eyes. “I promise, just this time.”

“Okay,” Jungkook nodded, “I’ll help you with anything you need.” One of his hands, albeit shakily, reached out to push away a strand of hair falling into your face.

With a wide grin you pull his hand to get him closer to you. It was a bit hard to get his face and the majority of his body out of frame, but both of you managed. Jungkook sat behind you, with his built back leaning on the soft pillows while yours was resting on his firm chest. Both of his strong arms wrapped around your body while his hesitant hands touched your skin lightly.

In all honesty he didn’t know what to do, it felt unreal to be this close to you, especially under those conditions. Jeon was trying so hard to figure out what to do next that the tension conquering his body was noticed by you.

“Relax, Kook, do what you would do with any other girl.” You tried to reassure him while softly stroking his forearm, but the silence in between you two was making you feel uneasy. “You’ve done this before, right?”

Should he answer honestly? The short answer would be yes, he’s done it before; the long one though, would be that he only did it once when he lost his virginity at a random party his friends at the time invited him to. Jungkook couldn’t even remember the name of the girl or how she looked, all he could recall from that time was the awkwardness and how short it lasted. Jeon wasn’t sure that he could live up to your expectations, and while he was not clueless to how it worked, he doubted his performance would be as amazing as that of all your previous sexual partners, which caused part of his nervousness.

He was reading too much into it whereas you were starting to feel desperate and needy. You had the boy of your dreams right behind you with his hands very close to the place that was basically begging to be touched, but not much has happened. It was a bit disappointing how long it was taking him to act, but you also understood that it might not be an easy task to do, especially if it was your roommate doing it.

“Let’s go with an easy start, okay? I’ll lead.” Your hands reached out for his, guiding his right hand towards one of your tits. “You can explore my body as much as you want, don’t be afraid to touch.” And just as if you were reading his mind, you added, “Don’t think too much about it, I won’t be mad if this doesn’t go as planned.”

“Okay.” With a deep sigh he let his fingers feel your skin up, touching, caressing, pinching even.

His slender fingers wrapped around one of your already hardened nipples, toying with it, which elicited a soft gasp from you. His other hand slowly reached for your other tit, trying to stimulate both at the same time.

“Yes… like that, Kook.” Your praising words were helping him to build up his confidence. The more you praised him, the more adventurous he got, letting his hands explore the entirety of your body.

After a few more minutes of playing with your boobs, his hands finally started to drift south, with feather-like touches here and there before reaching your tender thighs. His big hands looked very attractive against your flesh, like the prettiest accessory. The one that was cladded with a bunch of tattoos started to descend more and more, landing small smacks on your inner thigh.

“Oh…” you breathed out, a bit surprised by the sudden move.

“Sorry, should I not have done that?” Jungkook asked, retrieving both of his hands.

“No, no, no!” You pulled them right back where they were placed before. “Please continue… I really liked what you were doing.”

“Okay.”

With a more confident attitude, Jungkook started to touch your thighs, kneading your skin while his hot breath was hitting the back of your neck. In all honesty, it all felt surreal, you never thought that a moment like this would ever happen, that you would have the same boy that you had fantasized about many times before touching you and willing to please you.

“You can use more than your hands, you know?” You whispered softly, closing your eyes due to how good everything was feeling.

“Are you sure?” He murmured really close to your ear, sending shivers through your body. You hummed in response, leaning more and more into his touch. “So, it would be okay if I do this.” His lips graced your neck with a faint kiss, eliciting a small gasp from you. “Or this,” a firmer kiss was placed right under your ear, Jungkook’s lips moving skillfully. “And since I’m at it, you surely wouldn’t mind me doing this,” His teeth sank into your skin suddenly. “Right?”

“Shit…” You moaned out loud, “N-No, I… I don’t mind, at all.”

A husky chuckle erupted from his throat, “Good.” His hands kept moving in between your legs, now finally reaching your needy cunt. “Are you sure you want me to do anything I want to you, Y/n?” You once again hummed, unable to properly answer due to his touches. “I think I might need to hear you say it, before I go any further.”

If he was trying to get your consent or just teasing you, you didn’t know, but you were sure of one thing, you needed to feel any part of him inside of you. Now.

“Fuck, yes, I’m completely sure, don’t make me wait anymore, please.”

It was the please added at the end that really did it for him, the way your needy and desperate voice echoed through the room was enough for Jungkook to give you what you wanted.

He finally pushed one of his fingers inside your velvety walls, slowly sliding in and out with enough easiness that got you wondering just then how wet you were before he started touching you. Your whole body squirmed, reacting at how great it felt to be touched like that. Curses, moans and gasps were falling from your lips, creating the most sensual cacophony.

“You like that?” His husky voice rang through your ears, earning an effusive nod from you, “You like that I’m touching you like this, hm?” You could feel the smug smile against your skin, right under your earlobe, “Maybe I should try harder, since you’re not answering to me.” With no further warning, Jungkook added a second finger, stretching you out deliciously. He picked up his pace as well, pushing in and out with such vigor that got you sinking your nails into your palms.

“Oh my god!” You breathed out.

Where was this sudden change in attitude coming from? Not a minute ago he was acting shy and reserved, as if he had never touched a woman before, as if he didn’t have it in him to wreck you in the way you wanted. But now, that whole act was left behind and there seemed to be no trace of the innocent and nerdy Jungkook you thought you knew, only this suddenly confident and teasing boy, ready to make you fall apart on his fingers.

“That’s not quite the answer I’m looking for.” Jeon goaded you on to the response he wanted from you. “Come on, pretty, tell me how much you like it.”

“Fuck…” You cursed out loud, “I-I can’t.”

It was difficult for you to concentrate on gathering the words that your roommate wished to hear due to his fingers moving deliciously inside of you. He was hitting the right spots with his long and slender digits, over and over again to the point that tears were pooling in the corner of your eyes.

“Hm, and why is that?” Jungkook questioned with feigned innocence in his voice. “Is it really that difficult for you to speak?”

You nodded desperately, looking into his eyes right through those slutty glasses you adored so much. “I can’t… I-I can’t con… centrate.” You finally admitted.

A mocking chuckle flew out of his mouth, his fingers never relenting, “Poor little you.”

“Ah, fuck, Kook.” Your sounds were becoming dirtier, needier, more naughty and desperate as the familiar hot sensation started to invade your body. You knew your release was coming with such rapidness and ease.

It was astonishing how Jungkook could so effortlessly get you to your breaking point, when it took you several minutes to even get aroused. You wanted to believe that it was all due to your previous touching, but deep down you knew that doing it on your own would never get you the pleasure you were experimenting in that moment.

“Shit, you’re squeezing my fingers so much.” He pointed out, struggling to move thanks to the firm grip your walls had on his digits. “So tight and warm.”

If only he knew that his way of talking was only contributing to your forthcoming release. Your eyes could not look away from his face. His hard features and the way his lustful orbs were looking right down at you got you in a trance, one that you didn’t want to get out. The faint smirk on the corner of his lips, along with the lip ring were once again taunting you, tempting you; threatening you with a good time, and just as you were about to reach and find out if your assumptions were correct, Jungkook leaned down and captured your lips in a harsh kiss.

Kissing you for the first time was life-changing, or so he would say, because despite all the girls –only a few actually– he has ever kissed or been intimate with, Jungkook has never felt like this with any of them, so addicted, so eager to taste more of you; craving you in ways that he probably shouldn’t.Your lips were so soft and sweet, and it was right in that moment that he realized that it would be a living hell to go back to normal after getting a taste of you. The way your mouth was chasing after him when he pulled away briefly due to running out of air, it drove him crazy, making him feel light in the head. Being able to see that look in your face as your orgasm was approaching, while your puffy, red lips were begging him to kiss you more was, in fact, something that Jungkook would never forget.

Kissing Jungkook for the first time felt exactly like you imagined, dangerous and messy. It was dangerous because it was right in that moment that you realized that there was no way to go back to your normal routine after this; it wasn’t only because of the intimate act that you both decided to engage in, but because there was no way in hell that you would let him go on with his life without having him like that again. Your previous words became an empty promise the more his lips devoured yours, kissing and biting as if his life depended on it. The coldness of his lip ring was making you shudder and chase for more; you finally got an answer to your question: it felt amazing while kissing. On the other hand, it was messy due to the both of you being so eager to feel more of one another; saliva coating your lips while his tongue finally made an appearance inside your mouth, making you squirm and fight the urge to burst right in that moment.

“I’m so close.” You announced against his lips, panting ridiculously loud.

“You’re gonna come for me, baby?” It was so strange to hear him talk to you like that, using pet names and saying things that Jungkook would never even think of saying in any other situation. “Wanna come on my fingers, hm?”

“Yes, yes, please.” The begging and whiny voice almost made him come in his pants, but Jeon managed to maintain his composure.

“Go on, let go, baby, but keep those pretty eyes on me.” Jungkook’s free hand came up to lay right under your jaw, squeezing lightly but firmly enough to keep you in place. You didn’t have to be told twice, the moment his hand came in contact with your hot skin you felt the waves of your orgasm crash over you. “That’s it… you’re doing so good.”

Fuck, if only he could talk to you like that all the time.

“Oh my god, Jungkook!” You moaned, closing your thighs tightly, capturing his hand in between your legs. “Shit, it feels… so good.”

“I know, doll, I know.”

Not once did your eyes look away from him, not even when the tears started to spill down your face like the most beautiful raindrops, all due to the overwhelming feeling or your orgasm. You couldn’t even grasp the fact that you just came on Jungkook’s fingers, or that your body was shaking uncontrollably while his hand kept moving rather slowly, going from sliding up and down your soaked folds to rubbing your swollen clit. Even in your post-orgasmic state you recognized that one was not enough; as good as his fingers were, you needed more of him. It was more a want than a need, but you couldn’t finish the day without knowing what his cock felt like inside of you.

Craving.

That’s the best way you could describe this feeling; you were craving his body on top of yours, even under, sideways, it didn’t matter, but you had to have more, even if it was just for the night. Even if it would leave a burning memory in your brain to fantasize about in the solitude of your room, when your hands were the only solace for your lewd desires and obscene scenarios playing in your head.

And so, letting the wild side of you speak, you uttered a sentence that was bound to change the whole course of your friendship.

“Jungkook…” You called for him, getting his attention right back on your face rather than in the space in between your legs. After listening to his humming you added “I want you to fuck me.”

His hand came to a halt, fingers not moving an inch, completely frozen in place. His brown eyes were now coated with a glint of fear and uneasiness. Jungkook had been taken by surprise a lot during the day, but right there in that moment, with you eagerly waiting for his response while looking at him with perfect innocent eyes, it had to be the most unexpected thing that could have happened to him.

A deep silence fell in the room once again, with Jungkook quickly retrieving his hands from your body. It took him several minutes to come up with something to say, something that wasn’t pure stuttering and nonsense coming out of his mouth.

“I-I beg your pardon?” His feeble voice rang through your ears due to the proximity, otherwise you wouldn’t have heard him. “I don’t think you understand what you’re asking me.”

You sat up straight, turning in your place to be face to face with Jungkook. “I’m fully aware that what I’m asking of you might be too much, but I honestly can’t ignore how much I want you, Kook.” You leaned forward, straddling his hips and resting both of your hands on his shoulders. “I thought you liked this too.”

It was funny how minutes ago he was completely into you, adamant on making you come and talking with his sultry voice until you fell apart on his fingers and now he was back to his shy and reserved persona; stuttering while trying to gather his thoughts. There were two sides of Jungkook as it seems. One was simply Jungkook, the co-founder of a comic club at your local library; the boy that spent a whole night trying to recover a document you foolishly deleted the night before you had to submit it. Jungkook who always pulled you close whenever you walked near a group of guys whose eyes were glued to your legs, and the one that didn’t hesitate to go and buy you a bunch of snacks as a way of comfort when a date you were so excited to go on went terribly wrong. That was the Jungkook you knew and adored, the one that was ready to do anything for you, being at your beck and call, but that also would get upset if you interrupted him while watching his favorite show.

And then, there was Jeon Jungkook, the boy that rocked your entire world with a few touches. The boy that spoke to you in such a sensual voice with the craziest sentences that you would never imagine him uttering. The Jungkook that called you baby, doll, pretty and kissed you so passionately that you almost forgot your name. The same man that unexpectedly acted with confidence, sure of himself and what he was doing, moving his skillful fingers in and out of your cunt with an ease that left you beyond surprised. There was the side of Jungkook that you didn’t know, and that was exactly why you needed to have more of him.

“It’ll be just this time, remember? Why not go all the way out and have a little fun yourself?” You reiterated your previous promise, even though you knew it was far from being the last time having each other like this. Without thinking too much about it, you started to grind your soaked cunt on top of his crotch; hips moving slowly to rub deliciously on top of him. “So what do you say, hm?”

You could see his self-control starting to crumble the more you rubbed yourself on him. His hardening cock felt wonderful under your hot pussy, along with the rough material of his jeans, because yes, he’s the type of guy to wear jeans while being home, even if he wasn’t expecting anyone to visit him.

You were getting too lost in the sensation, in the way Jungkook was fighting against his own moans escaping his lips or his hips thrusting up into you that you were startled by the weight of his hands on your hips, stilling you in place and preventing you from moving any further.

“I say,” He began with a husky tone, “that you’re making it really difficult to be nice to you.”

Those words caused a shit-eating grin to appear on your face, and with the most seductive voice you could muster you said “I didn’t ask you to be nice to me.” Leaning in closer to his ear you added “I asked you to fuck me… as hard as you possibly can.”

A hiss abandoned his lips while Jungkook’s hands squeezed your hips deliciously tight.

“Is that what you really want, hm? For me to fuck you senseless.” One of his hands weaved through your hair, pulling you away with enough strength to get you to look right into his eyes. “Didn’t think you would be that desperate.” A mocking chuckle echoed through your four walls, bouncing on every corner and back to your warm ears.

“You clearly don’t know everything about me.” You said through gritted teeth, the harsh grip he had on your hair was hurting you in the right way, making you wetter by the second. “Please say yes… I need you so bad, baby.”

It was the first time you called him that, and Jungkook would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy listening to your sweet voice saying it. He retrieved his hand from your hair, changing his direction to rest his thumb right onto your bottom lip.

“I did promise I would help you with anything you needed, didn’t I?” A playful smirk adorned the corner of his mouth.

“That you did,” You pointed out. “And now you have to keep your promise.”

“Alright, alright. I wouldn’t want you thinking I’m not a man of my word.” Jungkook sighed. “But you have to be good, okay? You gotta be good for me.” His thumb brushed against your bottom lip, ever so slightly, making it bounce right into place after playing with it.

An electrifying rush went down your spine by the way his voice tone changed so quickly. Once again, there was no trace of his shy demeanor as it seemed to blend into this smug attitude growing slowly inside of him. A lazy smile took place on his face while his hand continued to caress your tender skin.

“You’re gonna be my good girl, hm? Do exactly as I say?”

A moan flew out of your mouth, not expecting him to say it so confidently. You nodded effusively, though, wanting nothing more than to follow whatever order he had for you.

Hot cute, he thought, admiring the way you were so eager to agree to anything he said.

“I need you to say it, Y/n. Use your words, sweetheart.”

“I’ll be good, I’ll do anything you ask me to.”

“Alright then, let’s see how much you can handle.”

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[likecrazy22]

best x reader fics EVER, plsplspls read! it’ll keep you satiated for MONTHS!!! 😭💜

(everything sibi touches is gold.)

“They’ve seen the centuries come and go, watched empires rise and fall and witnessed the creation of society as it is today. And now you have fallen into their arms, showing them once again that change never stops.”

Genre: Fantasy, Romance, Smut, Hurt and Comfort, Vampire!AU, Magic!AU, Polyamory!AU

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[ctrlhope]

Dragon!jk sees you out while flying and decides to scoop you up and take you home :(( cause he doesn’t understand anything about human traditions or values and all he knows is “pretty thing. Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. Need to keep her in the hoard. Cover her in gems and keep her in the hoard.”

Doesn’t speak your language either :// so he can only communicate in huff and grunts and a little smoke will puff out his nose in either dragon or human form whenever he’s trying to get comfortable. Manoeuvres you to how he likes in his treasure pile before plopping his head down on your lap and falling asleep :((

Sure, you’re terrified. Of course you are! A dragon just scooped you from the sky!! But at the same time?? He doesn’t seem like he’s gonna hurt you, ya know? And he’s kinda really cute in his human form. You guess it won’t be so bad until you manage to get away from him and find your escape.

It’s only when his mate, Yoongi, returns back to the cave that Jungkook realises all the ways he’s messed up :(( but it’s okay!! Cause even though Yoongi seems mad and he’s yelling at Kook, he can also see the fondness in Yoongis eyes when he looks at you. Jungkook knows Yoongi’ll let him keep you— he never has been able to say no to him.

And I just think that’s how you start your life with dragon!kook and dragon!yoongi 🥺

I’ve been thinking deeply about them lately and the urge to write a full fic about them is SO strong— trust that is on my to-do list once I get the chance 🥺 I just needed to get this out before it drove me crazy while studying

[hellokittykookies]

Someone to keep (love) - J.JK - M.LIST

pairings : J.JK x FEM! READER

genre : fwbau, strangers2lovers, smut, angst, fluff, stripper/sexworker au.

warnings : explicit sex, red room (fifty shades of grey), sex worker! reader, rich! jk, unprotected sex, miscarriage,

sypnosis : Being a sex worker, broke, with a family that despises you is already unfortunate enough, until the universe starts messing with you and sends a nepo baby with a powerful, influential family your way and it just so happens he's always your client everytime. What happens when feelings start to get involved?

"For worse or for better Gonna give it to you In capital letters" - BloodPop and Hailee Steinfeld

DISCLAIMER! : Anything in this story is not true! i am not romanticizing any topics in this story. the characters in this story is not related to the real life version of the idol. i do not know much about the sex working industry but i tried to make research for this fic so please don't hate! just correct me nicely instead, i take critics and feedback as long as it is not a hateful one. please mind this fic was written last year so i am just polishing it now as the original version was much more worse since this fic includes sensitive topics as miscarriage, family abuse, abuse, exploitation, and sa. i do not romanticize any of these topic please. thank you for looking forward to reading this fic!

note : the wordcount was wayy over 40k and tumblr wouldn't let me make it a one shot so i'll turn it into a series instead.

1 ᯓ★ Can my heart be quiet?

2 ᯓ★ Baby you got me like

3 ᯓ★I know your motives and you know mine

4 ᯓ★ money, power, glory

5 ᯓ★ for worse or for better

6 ᯓ★ im gonna give it to you

7 ᯓ★ in capital letters

[7ndipity]

Hobi: I have only one emotion, and it's anger

Y/n: last night you drunk texted every member and me each 64 heart emojis

Hobi: out of anger

[mmegwrld]

✎⋆。𖦹 LIPSTICK + kim seokjin

jin’s been hiding something big—something personal, soft, and totally unexpected. hoseok and jungkook turn into accidental detectives as they follow a trail of subtle clues. the truth is closer than ever… and they’re not ready for it.

word count : 4.9k

genre : FLUFF!

warnings : idol! jin x mangers niece! reader, this is mostly in hobi & jk's pov, kissing, the reader has long enough hair to put up... sorry to my bob people, swearing, invasion of privacy(?) LOL, longggg ficccc

a/n : idk if i like this one but i hope y'all do!!! LOL... and this is the longest one ive ever written sooo

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the other 6 members already knew that the oldest member of bangtan was pretty to himself. he was outgoing, funny and nice but they didn’t know much about his outside friends… or life. 

but what they didn’t expect was for him to hide a secret girlfriend from them!

it was supposed to be a quick trip. just snacks and something sweet jin had been craving all week. he insisted on coming with you, claiming he needed a break from the dorm chaos. you didn’t argue, anytime alone with him felt rare and golden.

the hoodie he wore was pulled low, mask snug over his face, but you could still see the way his eyes softened when you teased him about being clingy. his arm never left your shoulders, not even when you leaned down to grab something from the lower shelf.

“you’re gonna start a rumor like this,” you whispered, nudging him playfully. “let them talk,” he murmured, then leaned in closer. “you’re mine.”

you laughed softly, just for him and he grinned like he’d just won something. around the corner, out of sight, hoseok froze with a box of lucky charms halfway to his basket.

he didn’t mean to eavesdrop—okay, maybe he did a little but it was jin. jin, of all people, looking suspiciously boyfriendy with a girl whose face he couldn’t see. he couldn’t even catch her voice clearly, just the sound of laughter and that familiar teasing tone that jin usually reserved for the guys.

hoseok ducked back, peeking again, squinting to get a better look. still nothing. just the back of a girl. long sleeves, uggs, hair pulled up with a grey colored hair tye. jin’s arm around her shoulders like it belonged there.

his mouth dropped open, “no way.”

this was big. like jin big. and he was absolutely telling the others. 

7 bangs

hobi: guys. emergency.

yoongi: if this is about cereal again

hobi: NO LISTEN

hobi: i saw jin

joon: okay…?

hobi: WITH A GIRL

tae: LMAO STOP

jk: what kind of girl???

hobi: like. a girl girl. pretty. soft looking. LAUGHING AT HIS JOKES

joon: okay but that doesn’t mean anything

hobi: HIS ARM WAS AROUND HER

tae: NOOOOOOOO

jk: hyung’s got game??

yoongi: impossible.

back at your apartment, you were curled up on the couch beside jin, phone tucked under your thigh just in case it buzzed. he had no idea what had just been unleashed in the group chat. his focus was on feeding you a strawberry, pretending like he wasn’t proud of himself when you took a bite.

meanwhile, hoseok paced the living room upstairs, practically dragging jungkook and taehyung behind him. “okay, listen— he had his arm around her. that’s not just friendly. that’s ‘we’re definitely dating and we share fries’ energy.”

“and you didn’t see her face?” jungkook asked, pulling out his phone. “could’ve been a staff member.” 

“nope. i only saw the back of her. but jin was all smiley. like smiley smiley.” taehyung gasped, “wait. what if it’s that new intern? the one from the music department?”

“no way, that girl has really short hair,” hoseok said, shaking his head. “this girl had her hair pulled up and had on the tan uggs.”

jungkook typed something into his notes, “okay. so we’re looking for someone with hair long enough to put up, tan uggs, soft laugh, short enough for him to wrap his arm around comfortably—”

“you guys are insane,” yoongi called from his room. “INSANE OR RIGHT?” taehyung yelled back.

“both,” yoongi muttered, closing his door. 

jungkook and hoseok had to find out who you were. 

clue #1

it was a lazy afternoon, the kind of day when the dorm felt quieter than usual. the members were all doing their own thing, except for hoseok and jungkook, who had taken it upon themselves to investigate jin’s mysterious “girlfriend.”

they’d been watching him closely, catching little details that seemed off. but today, they were getting more… invasive.

it started with jin’s car.

“i bet he keeps something there,” hoseok said, glancing over at jungkook as they stood by the parked vehicle. “think about it. he’s always so careful, so there’s gotta be a hint in here somewhere.”

jungkook shrugged, "let’s look.”

rhey both climbed into the back seat, knowing the coast was clear since jin had left to grab lunch with the others. jungkook opened the glove compartment first, half-expecting to find something incriminating. Instead, it was filled with the usual—maps, receipts, and old concert tickets.

“nothing here,” he said, scanning the rest of the compartment.

but then hoseok spotted something behind the passenger seat—a small, neatly folded grey hoodie, way too soft to be something jin would wear. he grabbed it, his eyes narrowing.

“this is definitely not his.” jungkook raised an eyebrow. “that’s… not his style at all. maybe it’s from the girl?”

hoseok held it up. “i bet it is. it’s way too cute for him. and it’s got that… scent.” he sniffed it dramatically. “yeah, this is definitely hers.”

clue #2

a few days later, the group had gone to the studio to record, but hoseok and jungkook stayed behind, determined to get to the bottom of this mystery. the last few days had been filled with jin’s weirdly private behavior, and they were so close to cracking the case.

hoseok motioned to jungkook as they snuck into jin’s room.

“alright, we’ve checked the car, the apartment… now it’s time to check his phone.” jungkook looked a little uneasy. “isn’t that a little—”

“not if we’re careful.” hoseok grinned, sliding onto jin’s bed and grabbing the phone off the nightstand when it buzzed. “see? he’s being all secretive and leaves it unlocked. perfect.”

jungkook hesitated, but the curiosity was too much. “alright, fine. but we better not get caught.”

they opened the phone, quickly scanning through his messages. most of them were from the guys, but there were a few from a contact they didn’t recognize. the name was simply “(name),” and there were an overwhelming amount of heart emojis in each conversation.

hoseok’s eyebrows shot up. “(name)? who the heck is that?” jungkook frowned. “could be her name… but why does it feel like he’s trying so hard to hide this?”

they scroll through the texts, giggling over a particularly sweet message where jin said, “i can’t wait to see you later. i miss your laugh.”

“well, that’s adorable,” jungkook said, a grin forming.

hoseok’s face lit up as he clicked on the photo gallery, and they scrolled through pictures of jin with various members, but nothing to indicate who (name) was—until they reached the very last photo.

it was a picture of jin and a girl, back to the camera, standing in front of a cafe with their arms around each other, both laughing.

“wait,” hoseok squinted. “is that… her?”

jungkook leaned closer, eyes widening. the girl had the exact hair, a white sweater, and from the back, it looked almost like… “no way. that’s her, isn’t it?”

just as they were about to zoom in on the photo, the door clicked open. jin’s voice echoed from the hallway. “hey, i left my—”

both of them jumped, scrambling to put the phone back down and pretend like nothing had happened.

jungkook flashed a nervous smile. “uh, we were just—uh—checking the room for, uh, a game controller?” 

hoseok quickly grabbed a random magazine off the desk. “yeah, yeah! totally not snooping or anything.”

jin walked in with an unreadable look, casually shrugging off his jacket. “i don’t know why you two are acting so suspicious, but sure, okay.”

they both tried to act casual, but the moment jin left the room again, hoseok and jungkook exchanged looks. “well, we know it’s (name) now,” jungkook muttered, flopping onto the bed. “but who is she? what does she do?”

hoseok scratched his head, “i don’t know, but i have a feeling we’re gonna find out soon enough.” they exchanged a knowing look. jin wasn’t fooling anyone anymore.

clue #3

jin was getting ready for a date with you, he glances at his watch constantly. hoseok and jungkook narrowed their eyes at him.

jin yelled from upstairs, “hey! can one of you grab my wallet! it’s in the kitchen,” without thinking they both jumped up. “got it!” they both say in sync. 

hoseok grabbed the wallet, a photo slipping out as they walked back. jungkook picked it up, gasping softly. rhe photo wasn’t a polaroid or anything fancy—just a simple picture of a girl, laughing in the sun, her hair framing her face perfectly. she had that soft, gentle look. 

jungkook stared at the photo, his eyes widening in realization. “that’s her. this is her. this is the girl.”

for a moment, neither of them said anything. they just stared at the picture in silence, trying to put the pieces together. it was all coming to a head—jin had been hiding you this entire time. they had a face to match the laughter they’d heard over the past few days. and it was real. this wasn’t some rumor. this was jin’s girlfriend.

just as they were about to snap out of their daze, they heard jin’s voice from the hallway, “hey, did you guys—?”

without thinking, jungkook stuffed the wallet back into the bag and slammed it shut. “nothing! we were just… uh, admiring your wallet, hyung!” hoseok said with an overly bright grin, obviously too guilty for it to be believable.

jin raised an eyebrow as he walked into the room, looking from one to the other. “what’d you find?”

jungkook was still a little breathless, trying to cover it up. “oh, nothing. just, uh, saw a picture of you in there.”

jin’s lips twitched upward in a smile, but he didn’t seem to notice their subtle panic. “oh, that’s just a picture of… someone special.” he shrugged nonchalantly. “you know, the usual.”

“uh-huh, sure, hyung,” hoseok said, trying to play it cool. “the usual.”

as jin left the room again, the door closing quietly behind him, the tension lingered in the air. jungkook and hoseok exchanged looks—both of them still processing what they’d just seen.

clue #4

the guys were rehearsing in the dance studio, and everything was going smoothly until jin walked in.

hoseok was in the middle of practicing some new footwork when he saw jin enter through the door. his eyes narrowed immediately. something was off.

jon was usually a bit casual after practice, but today, he was… different. his hair was messier than usual, like he’d been running his hands through it in a hurry. and there, on the side of his neck, was a red lipstick stain. not just one—it looked like there were a few, scattered like perfectly placed kiss marks.

on his bicep, was another faint lipstick stain. and from the way he was trying to subtly adjust his jacket, it was clear he didn’t realize just how obvious it was.

hoseok’s eyes practically popped out of his head. “is that…?” he whispered under his breath. jungkook, who was tying his shoe nearby, froze and followed hoseok’s gaze. his eyes widened. “no way.”

jin was totally oblivious as he walked to the center of the studio, tossing his gym bag onto the bench.

“what’s up?” he asked casually, like nothing was wrong, rubbing his neck absently, clearly uncomfortable with the attention he was getting. “why’s everyone staring?”

hoseok was the first to break the silence, a smirk spreading across his face. “hyung… what’s with the, uh, marks?”

jin blinked and instinctively raised a hand to his neck, realizing immediately what hoseok was referring to. he quickly straightened up, trying to act normal, but the stain was already glaringly obvious.

“ah,” he said with a forced chuckle, his cheeks turning a little pink. “i… uh… bumped into someone this morning. got a little too… friendly with the mirror.” he gave a weak laugh, but hoseok wasn’t buying it.

jungkook leaned in, pointing at the lipstick marks. “bumped into the mirror? really? i didn’t know mirrors gave out lipstick stains, hyung.”

jin fumbled for something to say, his usual confidence faltering just a little. “it’s— it’s nothing. really. just a little… accident.”

“uh-huh,” hoseok said, raising an eyebrow. “accident? that doesn’t look like an accident. that looks like a very intentional moment of affection.”

jungkook was biting back a grin. “sid she leave a note, hyung? or was it more of a we’ll pretend this never happened kind of deal?”

jin groaned, rubbing his neck again. “okay, okay. i get it. you two are detectives now.” he shot them a pointed look. “but can we please focus? we’ve got practice to get to.”

despite his protests, hoseok and jungkook couldn’t stop teasing. “so, when can we meet her, hyung?” hoseok asked with a wink. “we’ll definitely be watching out for that lipstick.”

“yeah, i’m sure she’s got great taste,” jungkook added, clearly enjoying himself. jin’s face flushed, “that’s it. i’m done. i’m leaving.” he turned to walk out, his embarrassment evident.

before he could escape, hoseok called out, “hey! don’t think you’re getting away without us finding out who she is.”

jin paused in the doorway, rolling his eyes, but a small smile tugged at his lips. “you’ll find out… eventually.”

as the door clicked shut, hoseok and jungkook exchanged a look. “we are so getting closer to figuring this out,” jungkook said, his grin wide.

clue #5

hoseok was standing in front of the stove with a wooden spoon in his hand and a completely lost look on his face. “this… doesn’t look right,” he muttered, eyeing the bubbling pot of what was supposed to be ramen.

jungkook leaned over his shoulder, wrinkling his nose. “is that… cheese? when did we put cheese in this?” “i thought it’d make it better!” hoseok groaned. “but now it’s just a mess.”

hoseok grabbed his phone. “okay, emergency. we’re calling jin-hyung.”

within a few rings, jin picked up, sounding casual as ever. “yo,” he said. “what’s up?”

“hyung, we’re dying. come save us,” hoseok said dramatically. “we tried cooking and—well, the kitchen’s not on fire, but it’s not not on fire.”

jin laughed, but before he could reply, a soft voice chimed in from the background on his end—your voice. light and bubbly, followed by the sound of giggling.

“you’re so mean—” you said between laughs, too far from the mic to be clear, but definitely close enough to be heard.

hoseok froze.

jungkook’s eyes widened.

there was a short pause.

“hyung?” jungkook said slowly, leaning closer to the phone. “who… was that?”

“huh?” jin replied quickly. a little too quickly. “no one. tv.” hoseok raised an eyebrow. “that didn’t sound like the tv.”

“really? must’ve been a rom-com,” jin said casually, but there was something off in his voice—like he was trying not to laugh. another small giggle came through the line, muffled this time, but still clearly real.

“HYUNG,” hoseok gasped. “you’re not alone!”

jom didn’t respond right away.

“jin,” jungkook said again, now grinning. “is someone there with you? like, someone someone?”

“i’m hanging up now,” Jin muttered, flustered, and the call immediately ended.

the silence in the kitchen was deafening before hoseok let out a gasp and smacked jungkook’s arm. 

“did you hear that?”

jungkook was already jumping in place. “that’s her! that has to be her!” hoseok nodded excitedly. “that was not a friend. that was a girlfriend laugh. i know that laugh!”

jungkook ran to the living room to grab his phone. “we’re gonna figure this out. she laughed like someone comfortable. like someone who’s been around jin a lot.”

hoseok was already pacing. “and she giggled at something he said! we’re so close, jay kay. so close.”

jungkook flipped open his notes app. “clue #5: heard mystery girl laughing in jin’s house. confirmed she finds him funny. possibly in love. definitely real.”

hoseok grinned, “this is the most exciting thing that’s happened all week.”

clue #6

it started out innocent enough— jin had forgotten his charger at the studio, and jungkook just happened to know the code to his apartment. hoseok, of course, just so happened to tag along.

“we’re literally just dropping it off,” jungkook said, holding up the charger like it was some kind of official delivery. “yeah,” hoseok agreed. “dropping it off and maybe doing a teeny bit of investigating.” 

they stepped inside jin’s apartment, both already scanning the place with eagle eyes. it looked normal—clean, organized, the faint smell of Jin’s cologne lingering in the air. but then hoseok stopped dead in his tracks.

on the couch.

right in the middle.

a perfectly placed hello kitty plush.

jungkook turned around and saw it too, his jaw dropping. “that was not there before.” 

“nope,” hoseok said, slowly walking toward it like it might attack. “that is not jin’s vibe. he’s more… alpacas and mario kart.”

jungkook crouched down in front of the plush, studying it like it was a crime scene clue. “it’s clean. it’s recent. no dust. this… this has been cuddled.”

hoseok gasped, “you think she stayed the night?”

“i think she lives here now,” jungkook whispered dramatically. there was a brief, reverent silence as the two of them stared at the tiny pink bow on hello kitty’s head.

jungkook pulled out his phone. “clue #6: mysterious feminine plush on jin’s couch. highly suspicious. highly cute.”

hoseok nodded seriously. “we’re onto her. she’s leaving breadcrumbs.”

“and we are eating them,” jungkook said proudly.

the final clue.

they were back. again.

at this point, hoseok and jungkook weren’t even pretending to have a reason to be at jin’s apartment—they were just nosy and determined.

“he said he was working all day,” jungkook whispered as they slipped inside, “so we’ve got time to look.”

“just a quick check,” hoseok agreed, eyes scanning the room like a detective in a crime drama. “in and out. we’re not being weird.”

ten seconds later, they were in the kitchen and that’s when hoseok stopped cold. “dude.” he pointed into the sink like it was a pile of gold.

there, sitting on top of jin’s usual black mugs and stainless steel tumblers, was a pastel pink ceramic mug with little strawberries on it. strawberries.

even worse? the words “you’re berry cute” were printed in cursive under the rim. 

jungkook’s mouth dropped open. “oh my god. that is not his.” hoseok picked it up carefully, like it was sacred. “this is hers. she drinks coffee here.”

“it’s got lipstick on the rim,” jungkook whispered, pointing. “she left a mark. this is literal evidence.” hoseok squinted, “same shade as the neck stain, i’m calling it.”

they stood there in stunned silence for a moment, the mug like a trophy between them. “she’s leaving a trail,” jungkook said. “this is marking her territory.”

hoseok nodded like he was decoding a conspiracy. “pink mug. lipstick stain. left in plain sight. she wants us to know.”

jungkook gasped. “she’s taunting us.”

just then, hoseok’s phone buzzed with a text from jin. 

jin: do not touch the pink mug. it’s not yours. 

you were curled up on jin’s couch, legs tucked under you, your hello kitty plush hugged close to your chest. jin was in the kitchen, putting away dishes, when he suddenly laughed under his breath.

you looked over at him, “what’s funny?”

he turned toward you, a playful glint in his eyes. “i think they’re onto us.” you blinked, then smiled slowly. “hobi and jungkook?”

jin nodded, walking over to flop down next to you. “they’ve been acting so weird. asking me random questions. dropping by my place like they’re not obviously snooping. jungkook stared at a mug for like ten minutes.”

you bit your lip to hide your grin, “my mug?” jin raised an eyebrow. “the one that says ‘you’re berry cute’? yeah. that one.”

you laughed, burying your face in the plush. “oh my gosh, no way.” he leaned his head back against the couch, smiling up at the ceiling. “they’ve seen the lipstick stains. the plushie. the photo in my wallet. i think… they’re putting it all together.”

you sat up a little, eyes shining. “do you wanna tell them?” jin turned to you, that signature smirk tugging at his lips. “not yet. i wanna see how far they’ll go first.”

you giggled, sliding closer to him until your head rested on his shoulder. “you’re evil.”

“me?” he tilted his head like he was offended. “you’re the one who left the mug out on purpose.” you shrugged, smiling innocently. “maybe i just like watching them suffer.”

he wrapped an arm around you, chuckling. “god, you’re perfect.” you hummed against his shoulder, voice soft. “think they’ll freak out when they realize it’s me?”

“oh, 100%,” jin said. “but it’ll be worth every second.” his plump lips kissed your temple. 

later that week, it was quiet in the building’s lobby when hoseok and jungkook stepped in, still buzzing from their latest theory.

“she’s definitely staying over,” jungkook whispered. “stains, plush, lipstick mug—it’s basically a second home.”

hoseok nodded. “at this point, she’s practically moved in.” Thehey headed toward the practice room, mid-convo, when they heard laughter echoing through the hall.

that laugh.

the one hoseok recognized from the phone call and the grocery store. he froze, “wait. wait—that’s her.” 

they whipped around the corner, and that’s when they saw it.

you were standing near the elevators, casually chatting with your uncle—their manager. your hair was pulled back, a tote bag slung over your shoulder, and you were laughing at something he said, just like the first day hoseok saw you at the store.

and then you turned slightly.

enough for the sunlight to hit your face.

enough for them to see you.

jungkook gasped, “THAT’S HER.”

hoseok eyes went wide, “THAT’S JIN’S GIRLFRIEND.”

you looked over at the sound of movement and locked eyes with them both. there was a flicker of recognition in your expression. you smiled politely.

but it was already too late. jungkook leaned over to hoseok, “that’s the girl from the wallet picture. the laugh. the mug. the everything. it all makes sense now.”

“she’s the niece,” hoseok whispered back, stunned. “she’s the manager’s niece!”

you took a step toward them, casually, with a knowing little smirk on your lips.

“hey,” you greeted, voice calm, sweet, like you hadn’t just shattered every assumption they’d been building for weeks. “you guys have been looking for me, haven’t you?”

they blinked. speechless. mouths open.

“what—how did—?” jungkook stammered.

you just laughed again—that laugh—and suddenly, it wasn’t a mystery anymore. it was hilarious.

jin strolled out of the hallway a second later, throwing an arm around your shoulders like he’d done at the store. “oh,” he said, totally unfazed. “you found her.”

“you—you knew we were snooping?!” hoseok exploded, eyes wide. jin grinned. “Obviously.”

you leaned into jin, laughing. “you guys are terrible spies.” jungkook looked like his soul had just left his body. “this whole time…”

jin nodded proudly, “this whole time.” hoseok groaned, covering his face. “we were literally taking notes.”

you and jin both laughed as you walked past them, hand in hand. “nice mug, by the way,” jungkook muttered under his breath.

you looked back over your shoulder with a wink. “thanks. it’s my favorite.”