#events planner Namjoon

[hwaslayer]

wildfire (cs) | eleven.

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—summary: assistant professor in bioengineering, incredibly attractive, lonely and divorced; that’s how most people describe san. but despite the events that have happened in his life, san has a lot going for himself. he’s a successful, sought out professor due to his brilliant contributions to science at just an early age of 32. he worked hard to get where he was now; head deep into his research, his publications, building his lab and creating a name for himself. everything was good and smooth sailing— until it wasn’t. because when he meets you, a bioengineering grad student interested in rotating in his lab, he finds himself ready to risk all the blood, sweat and tears he put in throughout the years just to keep you close— his need for you spiraling out of control like a wildfire.

—pairing: asst. professor!choi san x grad student!f. reader

—genre: (18+ - minors dni) strangers to lovers, grad school au | fluff, angst, smut

—word count: 6.1k

—chapter content/warnings: cussing, mature language/sexually implied content, san x oc talk a bit, talking also leads to other things 🤭, a quickie in san’s office, riding him on the chair hehehe, covering his mouth cause he gets a lil loud, flashback scene is just ppl talkin about this whole thing and switching up 😭, san x iseul x yunho moment, the start of namjoon’s stress chronicles pt. 2, some overthinking and pondering decisions

san: goodmorning my love. i hope you slept well. i'm sorry to upset you last night, and i'm sorry i put you in that position. i wasn't thinking and acted impulsively. let me know if i can get a few mins with you at some point - i still wanna talk to you. i miss you, baby. have a good day today, okay?

You wake up a little later than expected, and it has you rushing out the door before you can even respond to San's text. You do feel bad for not responding right away but truthfully, you just needed to get your mind together and be in your own space to try and figure out what the hell was going on.

You were starting to get scared and you weren't sure where this would lead you and San. You knew what you were getting into, but the last thing you wanted was for San to get in trouble— especially him, not you.

"Hey ma." You answer the call on your way to class, tugging your bag strap up on your shoulder.

"Hi lovey." She says cheerfully even though she's coming off of a shift.

"Did you just get off of work?" She sighs as she slams her car door and hops in, the call being picked up on the bluetooth.

"Yeah, we're a bit short-staffed so I picked up another shift. I came in around 7pm last night." You nod.

"Well, try to take it easy."

"I will. Are you on your way to class? How's it all going?"

"Um." You pause. "It's alright. But, yeah. I'm on my way over."

"Uh oh." She teases. "Wanna come home this weekend so you can tell me all about it while we get our nails done?"

"Actually, yeah. That sounds nice."

"Okay, babe." She chuckles. "You sure you're okay?" You nod even though you feel your heart drop, tears threatening to spill this early in the morning.

"Yeah, I am. I just have lots of stuff to update you on."

"Okay. Can't wait. Have a good day, hun. Make sure you take your breaks properly, eat and hydrate well."

"I will, mom. I love you."

"Love you too!" The call ends and you suddenly feel alone although the campus has moving parts, bodies floating around to move from point A to point B. You tuck your phone into your bag, fully deciding you'll get to San in between classes today. You do plan to stop by the lab to wean your mice really quickly at some point; maybe you'll deal with San then.

Which is crazy to think about cause that's exactly how things unfold.

Your first class of the day drags on, the lecture today being packed with a ton of overwhelming information. You've already got a few assignments for this class alone, causing you to huff out a heavy sigh when you write it all down in your planner and try to organize your to-do list. When class finally wraps up, you take your time packing up before heading to lab to work on the mice. You grab a parfait to go, quietly eating away as you make your way to the basement. The very back door to the west wing basement is the closest to the café you grabbed the parfait from, so you easily make your way over and toss your empty cup into the trash just as you tackle the steps and head downstairs to the door. When you pull out your badge and get ready to tap it against the reader, the door swings open and causes you to jump aside to prevent yourself from getting hit.

"Oh, I'm sorry—" San stops in his steps. "Y/N?"

"San." You breathe out, clutching your bag tighter. You weren't expecting to run into him now, but you suppose the universe had other plans for you.

"Hey." He fully steps outside and lets the door shut close. You can't help but automatically glance at him from head to toe; he's wearing denim on denim, and you realize he's the only person who could truly pull off the look. He's got on a denim button-up and jeans, chucks. Sleeves are rolled up halfway. He digs his hands into his pockets, soft black hair framing his face. You can smell his cologne from where you stand.

You're not standing very far from him when you should be creating more distance.

"Hi."

"Going into lab?"

"For a second, yeah. I gotta wean my mice before my PI gets mad at me." You look up at him and he chuckles a bit, biting onto his lip.

"For the record, I could never be mad at you." You slightly scoff and playfully roll your eyes. 

"Sure, Professor Choi." You pause. "I'm sorry I haven't responded to your text. I was meaning to come see you later, but I guess now is a good time, too?" 

"Uh, yeah. I gotta meet Jongho and Namjoon to plan out this proposal for the space in the new building." You nod. "But, it's not for a bit. Was just gonna grab some food before heading over."

"Goodluck."

"Thanks, love." He clears his throat. "Wanna give me a quick run down of what happened yesterday? With Yunho and Iseul?"

"Don't let me get in the way of you getting food."

"You're not. I can always grab some after."

"Are you sure?" He nods.

"You're more important." He lets out a breath. "So, what happened?"

"Yunho said he thought he saw me at the conference, that's all. I know he was gonna try to get it out of me, but students started walking into class."

"I didn't even know he was there."

"Well, I clearly didn't either. He said he stopped by last minute cause he was in the area." San sighs. "Iseul knew about it, too. I saw the way she looked at me when I walked out." You look up at him with innocent eyes, and it makes him weak. "San, we need to be more careful and this isn't helping."

"Well, that's why I wanted you to come over so we could talk about this in private. Why haven't you texted me back, angel? I know there's a reason. Are you still angry with me?" He asks so gently and so sweetly it makes your knees buckle. But at this very moment, Iseul is passing by the stairway, on her way back to the office after a meeting in the west wing of the Harvey Center. She doesn't typically pass this way but today, the conference room was closer to the back end, and she wanted to stop by the nearby café to grab another cup of coffee— excited to try the seasonal flavors on the menu that just arrived.

As she passes the stairway that leads towards the very back west wing basement door, she hears muffled talking echoing from below and can't necessarily help herself.

"I just.. don't know right now, San. It feels like everything is crumbling and I don't know how to feel. Jiung knows, and he thinks you forced me into this for the lab—"

"What? You told him that wasn't true, right?" His tone rises slightly, but it's enough for you to remind him to keep it down. It's also enough for Iseul to just slightly peek over the edge to confirm who is speaking near the back end basement doors;

And of course it's you and San.

No one ever passes through this way, and of course San would be taking that opportunity.

"Obviously." You sigh. "I'm just saying, people are onto us. The happy hour thing was probably the cherry on top."

"I got angry and I acted on impulse, I'm sorry." He reaches for your hand and as much as you wanna hold onto it tightly, you can't. You just let him take it in his, his lips lightly grazing the surface of your hand. "Can we take this to my office?"

"I thought you were on your way out."

"And I told you I've got a few minutes to spare. Please?" He pleads and you simply nod, removing your hand from his hold just as he badges in and leads the way to his office. Iseul lets out a breath as she continues on her way, texting her husband the exact scene that just unfolded in front of her.

iseul: i just saw san and y/n talking by the basement doors. he was holding her hand and kissing it.

yunho: so what now?

iseul: i told you i'm gonna try to catch san later. if he doesn't wanna admit to it then i'm going to namjoon.

yunho: iseul.

iseul: yunho, no. i can see the look you're giving me already. they're being way too obvious on campus now, and he better be grateful that i'm just trying to look out for him.

yunho: okay.

That's all Yunho replies with because what else can he say? He knows Iseul is stubborn, and he knows she won't change her mind. He agrees that it's wrong but he's not sure if they're overstepping.

Maybe Iseul really was looking out for him. He'd like to give her the benefit of the doubt because she's right.

This is wrong.

He's convinced this is all wrong because of her.

When you get to the basement, it's as empty as can be and you couldn't even be more relieved while trailing behind San. He looks down at his watch again, fiddling with the door lock and handle before he swings it open.

"Are you sure you even have enough time to spare?" You ask as he locks the door and makes his way over to you.

"Swear."

"We should make this quick before people come back to the basement."

"You know people are always in and out of here."

"Still."

"Why are you upset, love? Talk to me."

"I just don't know what to do. Your ex seems to be onto us the most, and they probably saw the whole thing go down yesterday. You were like.. angry-angry, San, and it was obvious—" You don't even realize you're going on and on about the same thing until San cups your cheeks, softly shushing you; trying to keep the peace by easing you.

"Baby." He says softly, his eyes looking into yours. "Baby, don't worry about this right now. I'm sure it will all blow over—"

"And if it doesn't?"

"Then, I'll face it when the time comes but—"

"San."

"We'll figure it out." He reassures again, even though truthfully and honestly, he's not sure what that means. He's not sure what he'll do if it actually unfolds out of hand, he's not sure what he'll tell you if things do go wrong. He's not sure how he'll be able to salvage everything even if he wants to more than anything in this world 

He just doesn't work on empty promises like that.

"I'll never let anything happen to you. I'll take care of this." He adds.

"I don't want anything to happen to you, though." He sighs and shakes his head.

"Nothing will. Just— just trust me like you've already been doing, okay?"

"Okay." You respond softly, hands resting on his wrists as he continues to cup your cheeks— thumb caressing the surface while his eyes roam over your features.

"I'm sorry for yesterday and I'm sorry you've been upset."

"It's alright."

"I missed you."

"I'm sorry, Sannie. I just needed a moment."

"You don't have to apologize, sweetheart." He kisses the tip of your nose before chuckling. "Although, I'll still beat his ass for trying to put his hands on you the way he did."

"He was such a dumbass." You roll your eyes. "I am grateful for you being there in time, though."

"Yeah, well. Couldn't really do much, but I'm glad you ended up okay." He's still looking at you, his thumb now lightly tracing your bottom lip. He looks deep into your eyes and he can't help but feel like mush; knees getting weak, heart melting at the way he looks at you. He prays to God nothing happens with all this going on because he's afraid to lose you.

He's afraid he can't lose you.

When he looks at you, he feels a sense of calmness. He sees the affection and adoration swirling in those orbs of yours. Your entire being radiating warmth and love. He'd hate for Iseul and Yunho to take away the one thing that has finally kept him grounded. But, he wouldn't put it past them and that's what scares him the most.

They hadn't stopped to think about their actions before. And for someone like San, who loves so hard and trusts wholeheartedly, he just didn't think the love of his life and his bestfriend would ever do that to him.

This is how everything has unfolded and he'd hate for them to be the reason behind all of this, too.

"Baby." He calls for you, and you don't respond verbally. The way he's looking at you, the way he's holding you, caressing you and keeping you close, is enough for you to dip forward and meet him in a sweet kiss. You hear him exhale as he cups your cheeks and takes the kiss, deepening it as you stand in the middle of his office. Your hands grip at his sides as your tongue fights for dominance with his, the kiss easily turning into a sloppy, wet mess. "Fuck, baby." He sighs. "Need you."

"Here?" He nods. He rushes over to his chair, bringing you onto his lap. His eyes are full of desire, lust— pleading for you to give him all of you. "Sannie."

"We'll make it quick." He smirks, hands coming up your thighs to hike up your maxi skirt just enough; thumb immediately finding your clothed core. "No one's around. Just us." You shut your eyes in pleasure, already aching, craving, for him bad. "You do know how to keep quiet, right?" He teases, watching as you continue to react to the way he's touching you.

"Mm— shouldn't I be asking you?" You tease back, fiddling with his belt and undoing his jeans to release his heavy, hard cock. 

"Brat." He chuckles. "Ride me." 

"So demanding." You playfully roll your eyes the moment you position his cock at your entrance, shutting them close when you ease down his length. He lets out a soft, breathless groan, head cocked back against the chair as he tries to adjust to the feeling. "Fuck, San."

"Yeah, baby. It's all yours." He whispers, looking at you through hooded lids. You pick up your pace, working your hips back and forth; dragging your walls against his member. You let out a quiet moan against his lips, San whispering a string of cuss words as you roll your hips—

Driving him to insanity.

"Missed you so much. My perfect girl." He mutters. He can't even help himself when he feels you tighten around him, letting out a moan that might be a little too loud for your liking. 

"Sannie." You whine a bit, covering his mouth with your hand as you continue to push and push towards the edge, clit rubbing against him so deliciously you feel like you'll come undone sooner than later. You watch as San's face contorts in pleasure— pretty brows knitting together, tightly as his eyes shut close. He's murmuring small moans against the palm of your hand, whining and begging for you to cum first because you always come first.

And it doesn't take long before you do.

Your movements become sloppy while San continues to grip your ass in an attempt to help guide you; his cock filling you up perfectly as you bounce up and down before resorting back to rolling your hips against him. It takes two, three, four turns before you press your forehead against San's and unravel in his hold. 

"Ohhhh—fuck—gonna cum—" You gasp just as San fucks upward into you once, twice— releasing his load into you and filling you up with every last bit. He lets out choked moans against your hand, panting and heavily breathing when you feel like it's safe to finally remove it.

"Good god, sweetheart." He breathes. "I'll never get tired of this." You giggle, kissing him sweetly on the lips before slowly removing yourself from his length. You both let out small breaths, San keeping you near so he can wipe you down with a napkin before tending to himself. 

"Hopefully no one's in the basement still." You fix your skirt and get yourself together.

"Uh, not like you had anything to worry about. You seemed to have that under control the entire time." You laugh.

"Taking precautionary measures since we need to."

"That was kinda fun, though." San smirks. "Maybe we should do that more often." He stands to adjust his jeans and fixes his belt.

"Did our little fight just go over your head?" You joke and he sighs.

"Fine." He playfully rolls his eyes. "We'll just keep it to the bedroom."

"You're so annoying." You smile. "You should get to your meeting before you end up being late."

"I will, boss lady." He puckers his lips. "Just one more." You shake your head and meet him for another kiss.

"Bye Professor Choi." 

"Bye baby." He smiles, subtly biting onto his bottom lip as he watches you sway your hips and walk out. As soon as the door shuts, he feels empty. He misses you already and he can't wait to spend time with you again.

"Oh shit—Sunwoo!" You almost shriek just as you come out of San's office. You're afraid he might've heard something, or that he might even sense it, see it on you, with the way he cocks a brow up and tilts his head to the side. "You scared me." He laughs, though it's obvious he's kinda confused as to why you're so startled by his presence.

"You okay?" 

"Mhm." You hum.

"Meeting with Professor Choi?" He gives you a look again and you feel like your ass is on fire. Sunwoo has probably gotten wind of the whole thing and now he's trying to read you.

"Just a quick last minute check-in."

"Oh, that's nice he let you pop in. Everything all good with your progress and stuff? Think you'll stay so you can continue being my right hand?" You laugh and shrug. 

"Maybe. We'll see. But yeah, all is well!" You look at your phone. "Anyway, gonna run off to wean the mice before class." He nods, watching as you hurriedly drop your things off at your desk and scurry along without looking back.

—FLASHBACK

"So, did you hear about Professor Choi getting hella angry over some postdoc at the happy hour event? I guess he was getting handsy with Y/N and was being a total dick."

"Okay? So, he deserved it."

"Yeah, but people there said it was weird."

"How is sticking up for someone weird?"

"No like, guys. He was angry. Like the type to get angry over your girlfriend, angry."

"What are you insinuating?" Belle cocks a brow up.

"I'm so surprised you guys haven't heard about it. It's like the talk on campus right now. People think Professor Choi and Y/N are a thing. Professor Lee and Professor Jeong are also apparently fueling hella shit behind it."

"That's ridiculous, Y/N would never. That'd never happen." Belle tries to laugh it off until she sees Sunwoo sitting quietly in his chair. "Right?" Sunwoo looks at her and shrugs. "Sunwoo."

"Dude, I don't know. I've just seen Y/N go into his office a few times and I thought they were meeting about projects. But, now that I think about it.."

"Are you serious?" Belle furrows her brows. She's slightly annoyed that you'd actually take it this far, and she's not sure how she feels about it if it were true. "Is she trying to secure her spot in lab that bad? She wanted him to like her so bad she had to sleep with him?" Sunwoo knits his forehead at her.

"Yo, hold on. You don't even know if it's true. Even if it is, I'm sure there's a story behind it and not just that. Y/N wouldn't do that."

"We didn't expect her to be wrapped up in rumors like this, too." Belle scoffs. "Wow. If their so-called relationship ends up being true, bet it was because Y/N threw herself on him."

"That's fucked up. She's your friend, Belle."

"Not really, we just knew each other because of school and now we work together."

"Belle."

"What? You really can't tell me you don't think that? You're lying."

"No?! Belle, what?" Sunwoo's tone grows. "I'm saying they're two grown ass adults who are capable of making their own decisions. I'm not dismissing it or saying it's right, but I'm saying there could be more to it than that. Why are you assuming that so quickly?"

"Whatever, Sunwoo. It's gross, regardless. Especially for her as his rotation student." She rolls her eyes. "God, can't wait for it to be over so I don't have to deal with her." Sunwoo starts packing his things and shaking his head.

"That's crazy." Sunwoo chuckles a bit. "She was your friend before anything, bro. I'd expect you to at least have her back." He scoffs a bit. "I gotta go, I got shit to tend to with Y/N. Cause you know, I don't just switch up on people without having my facts straight." He almost mocks Belle's attitude as he throws the peace sign up to his other friend and starts walking off.

—END

After you tend to the mice, San gathers himself and heads out of the basement to head to the bathroom and freshen up before grabbing a quick snack on his way to Namjoon's office. On his way out, he didn't see anyone in the basement; Sunwoo must have gone to hide in one of the rooms to do some work. He's able to whisk himself away without any issues, prancing into Namjoon's office in a better mood.

Jongho definitely picks up on it, but doesn't comment on it. So doesn't Namjoon, but he needed to make use of his time wisely since he's got a busy ass schedule today.

They have a good conversation and are able to draft out some very good points about letting Jongho and San take some real estate in the new building. Namjoon is always good with words and although he's taking quick notes on his laptop, he's making a mental note on how they should present this to the dean. He has a good feeling about it, and he thinks it's perfect timing because the dean has been wondering about other ways to foster good collaboration between schools and departments and how to make their programs a little more unique and prestigious compared to others.

San is coming out of his day way better than yesterday, way better than he expected this morning.

Too bad it's all about to go out the window again.

When San heads back to his office, he powers through his check-in meetings with a select few postdocs and grad students— discussing different avenues they could take with their projects and what their goals should be by the end of the quarter. Afterwards, he finishes the remaining items on his to-do list before sending out his last emails of the day and packing up.

you: can i come over tonight?

san: course you can, baby. you don't have to ask. lol

you: yes, i do. lol. okay, see you later? i have office hours then i'll wrap it up for the day.

san: sounds good, beautiful. i'll have dinner ready for us, k? just come over as soon as you can.

you: ☺️

He smiles to himself as he slings the bag strap over his shoulder, excited to tell you about how the meeting went today and how optimistic he's feeling about everything despite the chaos that has ensued.

Maybe things will be okay after all.

Right?

"San. Can we talk?" Iseul catches him as he steps out onto the first floor of the Harvey Center from the elevator. He furrows his brows at her, unsure what in the hell she could possibly wanna talk to him about right now.

Well, scratch that— he knows, but he's also not sure why she's the one doing the talking on this. It's kinda ironic coming from her. But, San isn't gonna be rude nor is he gonna be a dick to her, especially on campus grounds. 

So, he lets out a sigh and shrugs.

"Sure." He plainly says, leading the way to one of the empty conference rooms down the hall. He sets his bag down on a chair before crossing his arms to his chest, distancing himself from Iseul on the other end of the room. "What's up?"

"You're seeing her, aren't you?"

"What are you talking about?" Is all he can defend himself with because he's truly appalled she's doing the talking on this when it shouldn't be any of her business—

"That's crazy. All this time and effort to keep her around and you couldn't even do that for me." San's brows knit together so tightly— he's not sure what the fuck he's hearing right now.

"We're bringing this up because why exactly? Even if we hadn't worked out, you still found your way with Yunho." She rolls her eyes.

"You're being so stupid, San. How are you so comfortable dating your student? You could lose everything if anyone found out."

"I don't see why this is any of your business."

"Because if you aren't gonna get your shit together, I have no choice but to go to Namjoon—"

"You can't actually be serious—"

"Ask yourself that! You're so hung up over her that you're willing to give up everything for your little relationship." She pauses. "She's young, she's got the doe-eyed look going on. Seems sweet, but she probably doesn't even actually care about you. Get real, San. Wake the hell up!"

"Iseul, you're treading on very thin ice." He warns. "You still haven't told me what any of this has to do with you." He steps forward.

"It has nothing to do with me. It has to do with the fact that I'm trying to do the right thing. You know this is wrong." San scoffs and pathetically chuckles, hands dug deep into his pants.

"Does it make you happy, Iseul?" San almost corners her. "Does it make you that fucking happy to keep destroying everything for me?"

"No one destroyed anything for you, you continuously do that for yourself!"

"You're the only person who has ever painted me as a failure and disappointment. You don't get to do that now, you don't get to have a say in any of this!"

"She's a fucking student, San. What's wrong with—"

"And he was my bestfriend!" San finds himself seeing red as his tone grows. All of the happy, good luck shit he was feeling today went out the window in one swift motion. He should've known Iseul would've taken this road. He should've known she would've done this.

For some reason, Iseul continues to be the reason why he can't be happy.

"Hey." Yunho walks into the conference room. "You two are gonna need to keep it down." San can't help but roll his eyes because of course.

Of fucking course.

"Great to see you've been invited to this unnecessary discussion." San looks at the both of them.

"Unnecessary?!—" Iseul fires back.

"Iseul." Yunho calls for her sternly.

"Whatever, you know what? I tried. You do whatever you want, San. Risk all your shit for some student who won't give a damn once it's all been taken away. All she wants from you is your resources and to move up, but I guess that's what you wanted—"

"You know nothing about her!" San growls back. "You know absolutely nothing about her." He repeats.

"Iseul." Yunho calls for her again. This time, there's a lace of anger because this was not what he wanted out of this. He warned Iseul about getting into San's business and she wouldn't listen— now they were all here, arguing over shit when there's already so much bad blood and tension between the three of them. "Can you please just wait outside?" She huffs and clicks her teeth, grabbing her things before storming out.

"Yunho, honestly. Save it. We don't have to do this."

"San, she's right. You could get into a lot of trouble if people start putting the pieces of the puzzle together. People are already onto you after the happy hour event, and I can't exactly say you two have been the most discreet."

"What are you even talking about?" San asks, exasperated and completely over the conversation.

"You two by the basement doors?"

"Oh, so you guys are just spying on us?" San cocks a brow up. "Really makes it better."

"It could have been anyone."

"Could it have been? Exactly how long were you guys watching us?" Yunho sighs.

"I'm only looking out for you—"

"And what makes you think I want you looking out for me, Yunho?" San's tone grows. "Hm? Cause last time you ended up looking out for me, I found you tangled up with my wife." Yunho's jaw ticks, but he doesn't say anything else. Because what can he say?

"You know this will fuck up everything for you." Is all Yunho responds with. "Everything."

"So be it. Sorry, but I literally have no reason to listen to you. Or her." San pauses, his jaw clenching as he swallows thickly. Borderline aching from how hard he's been clenching. "I hope that one day the both of you will finally learn how to mind your own business. Stop coming into mine. We're not friends, we're not acquaintances, we're nothing. We haven't been anything for a very long time and I'd appreciate it if we kept it that way." San grabs his things and rushes out the door, the force almost causing the door to hit the wall on his way out.

"San?" Namjoon comes from around the corner as he watches San walk out of the conference room, loosening his tie as he tries to gather himself. To be honest, he had been standing there for a good minute trying to make sense of the arguing and loud talking going on within the conference room. It didn't take him long to realize who was inside and what exactly was being discussed— especially when Iseul storms out, mumbling a few cuss words and San slander to herself. Luckily, not too many people were around, and if they were, they didn't try to focus much of their attention on their whereabouts. Namjoon is lost because he doesn't have any actual concrete facts to have a say in this. Maybe the happy hour event. San’s little antics.

He does need to get to the bottom of it, though.

Before it all goes south and it comes raining down on San, on him.

"Not right now, Joon. I'm sorry. I gotta get home." Namjoon doesn't say anything else as he watches San hurry off, needing to take a break from this place and get some fresh air ASAP.

"The hell is going on?" Namjoon mumbles to himself before nodding to a few oncoming students when he slowly walks back to his office and pulls out his phone to send a few texts.

If not today, he sure as hell is getting to the bottom of all of this tomorrow.

San hasn't felt this angry in so, so long, and quite frankly, it scares him. He's afraid of reverting back to his old self, his old way of coping. He's afraid of taking the wrong step forward that'll undo all the progress and work he's done on himself.

But truthfully, he fucking hates this.

He fucking hates this because at this point, he feels like it'll only bring more anger. Sadness. Hurt,

He hates that Yunho and Iseul are getting under his skin this way, he hates the predicament you're both in, he hates that Namjoon was there. He hates that he knows this is wrong but he absolutely refuses to let you go—

Even though, he's starting to feel like he needs to rethink those choices.

Mainly because he doesn't want anything to happen to you, mainly because he wants you to succeed and be happy. Mainly because he wants to protect you and keep pushing you forward; even if that means he has to support from afar.

He fucking hates this.

San drives with one hand on the wheel, finger brushing against his bottom lip as all the thoughts run at a thousand miles per hour in his head. He knows it's wishful thinking to assume it'll all blow over and be yesterday's news that didn't really mean much. He feels like it's far from that, and he knows Namjoon is eventually going to talk to him about everything.

He wishes he can hold on for a little longer, push it out a bit more.

Despite his feelings and how shot his mood is, San still manages to stop by for some aburasoba— remembering how you've mentioned time and time again that you had been craving it. He makes a pitstop at a random flower shop nearby, grabbing a small bouquet of baby pink roses. He gives the florist a small smile when she asks him if it's for a special someone, his dimples poking out; heart fluttering, butterflies swarming his tummy when he thinks about you.

And only you.

He wishes he could give you the world without having to hide it. There are so, so many things he wishes he could do or say that don't involve him acting behind doors or away from people.

This shit truly is hard.

When he finally pulls into his garage and parks, he sits in the seat for a little and huffs out a heavy sigh. He grabs his things and sets the food and bouquet down on the island counter before heading upstairs to shower. He gets comfortable in sweats and a matching crewneck, heading back down to the kitchen to get everything set up and ready for your arrival. You let him know you'll be over in the next few minutes, so he lights up a candle and gets the TV going— leaving it on the home page so that you can freely choose what you're in the mood for.

"Hi!" You greet in a sing-song tone as you let yourself in and walk into the kitchen. San is washing some dishes, which gives you the opportunity to hug him from behind and place a chaste kiss to the back of his neck. He chuckles, sinking into your hold before you pull away. "Aburasoba?" You gasp. "And pink roses?" You turn again just as he wipes his hands down and faces you. "Thank you, Sannie." Your bottom lip pokes out in a small pout.

"Of course, baby." He playfully runs a finger down your bottom lip and smiles. "How was the rest of your day? Sounded like you ran into Sunwoo after you left?" 

"Oh my god, yeah. But, I don't think he really caught onto anything. I just told him we met real quick then left, and he didn't question it." You sigh. "But otherwise, the rest of the day was good. Exhausting. I had tons of students coming into office hours so I ended up being done a little later than expected."

"Planning their proposals for finals?" You nod.

"Yup!"

"I know the feeling." You laugh, helping him grab the bowls and taking it over to the living room. You plop next to him on the couch, already flipping through options for tonight. You settle for rewatching The Walking Dead, San chuckling at your pick to sit through while eating dinner. You manage to yap away in between bites of your aburasoba, San only humming or giving you short answers in response.

At first, you don't think much about it. You assume he's exhausted and he's trying his best to keep you company like the good man he is. But then, you turn and he's not really watching. He's kinda scrolling through his phone, setting it aside then blankly looking at the TV. It's obvious San isn't entirely present. It's obvious he's got things in his mind, and you're not sure if you did anything wrong or if something happened in between the time you two were apart—

But, he seems unhappy and you wish you could fix whatever it is.

"Babe." 

"Hm?" He hums.

"What's wrong?" You turn over to look at him, cupping his cheek while you crawl onto his lap.

"Nothing." He chuckles and rubs your back, eyes looking deep into yours. All he sees is a personification of love, comfort. And nothing is harder than fighting the 'what if's' in his head when you look at him the way you do, when you touch him the way you do. "Nothing baby, sorry. I'm just really exhausted." He doesn't like to lie, but he sees the soft smile that grows on your face when you receive his reassurance and he can't help but brush it under the rug.

"You sure?"

"Yeah." He nods. "Yeah, baby." Though, he isn't. 

"Okay." You kiss him on the lips and caress his cheek, smiling at him. His heart aches because he thinks about all the moments you've had to share secretly or behind doors, not being able to put your relationship out there like you both wish to. He finally lets the 'what if's' free, thinking about how this could affect your future, you;

He can't help but feel like, maybe, you deserved better than this.

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LOVE REVERBED - JJK [One Shot]

Love Reverbed

You weren't looking for love. Not anymore.

But between the neon lights of NYC Mix Fest, the hum of a city that never slows down, and the lingering echo of a fleeting airport encounter, something shifts. A familiar voice on stage. A glance that lasts too long. A feeling you thought you had outgrown.

Maybe love doesn’t disappear. Maybe it just reverbs—waiting for the right moment to be heard again.

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: r18+ (angst, fluff) minors do not interact!

word count: 13.1K words (IJBOL WHAT? i have never written these many words all together im cryin)

one shot warnings/misc: event planner!oc, musician!jk, he is in a band but not famous, event planner! jimin, mentions of the the members - musician!tae, musician!namjoon (cameoj!!), musician!yoongi, musician!hobi (side note JAY HOPE HAS BEEN WILDIN' ON DA TOUR), investment banker! mingyu, HEARTBREAK, BETRAYAL, CHEATING (you will find out!), FLUFF, TENSION, ANGST, FLIRTING LOL, failed situationships/talking stages, some cliches, yeah thats it.

notes: hello everyone, sorry for the delay BUT SHE IS HERE!! i hope you guys love this one shot. this is a lengthy one for me haha. edit - this is more of oc's journey and currently jk is just a part of it. extras might come soon!

let me know your thoughts here <3

“Passport - check. Menus, coasters, floral vases - check, check” You saw all the collaterals around and once you spotted the vases in your luggage, smiled and said “Check!”

 “___ relax! You have everything you need to take there,” Your colleague, Jane, laughed and nudged your arm. “You’ve triple-checked everything, I swear. If the Don Julio bar isn’t perfect at the Mix Fest, it won’t be because of you.”

You sighed, the weight of the past weeks settling in your shoulders. “Just want it to go smoothly,” you muttered, zipping up your luggage - mentally checking everything the fourth time. “Especially after…” you trailed off, the unspoken words lingering in the air.

Jane’s expression softened. “He’s not worth another thought, you know that. Besides, New York! Girl, think of all the distractions.” She knew how badly you need that distraction.

You managed to give a weak smile. “Distractions are exactly what I need.”

It had been two weeks since your third situationship had ended. It wasn’t really even about the situationships anymore. They were just a way to, you know, distract yourself. Funny how you needed a distraction from the distraction. 

You shook your head, not wanting to think about these thoughts anymore. "Come on, we need to head to the airport," Jane called from the living room. While being your colleague, you were thankful Jane was also your roommate.

You always thought how were you doing life before you met her?

“Is Jimin meeting us directly at the airport?” You asked Jane as you put the luggage on the trolley, biting your lip, while Jane paid for the cab. 

God, you loved airports. The air in the terminal crackled with the static of announcements, a constant hum punctuated by the clatter of rolling suitcases. You took a deep breath of the recycled terminal air, and smiled. Everything about it just soaked you in. You didn't look at the airport as goodbye or whatever cliche thoughts people had or rather what movies made it sell. Airports always were a pit point of adventures. You loved the journey more than the destination.

 “Uh..” she trailed off, looking around. Then, when she finally spotted Jimin, she smiled, pointing towards a figure with blonde hair, waving enthusiastically. “There he is,” she said.

“Hello girls! Ready for the best weekend of your life or what?” Even at 7am Jimin was enthusiastic. A trait you and Jane seemed to lack.

 Noticing your and Jane’s expressions, he deflated slightly. “Oh come on. It’s New York.” He said, like that was supposed to solve everything.

You suppressed a small, tired smile. If you were truly honest, a flicker of excitement was there, buried beneath the exhaustion and the lingering weight of… well, everything.

Jimin, undeterred, threw an arm around your shoulder, a gesture that was more about his own excitement than any real comfort. “Imagine,” he said as his hands gestured wildly. “The guys! Oh, the guys! Picture this: chiseled jaws, smoldering eyes, every single one of them falling at our feet! Or, you know, the girls, if that's your thing. Glamorous, sophisticated, practically throwing themselves at us!”

You raised an eyebrow, a silent “really?”

Both him and Jane burst out laughing with Jimin giving your shoulder a quick, apologetic squeeze. “Okay, okay, I’m exaggerating a bit. But still! The energy, the food, the Mix Fest… it’s going to be amazing.” 

Mid conversation, you felt your phone vibrate but you ignored it.

Jane, already shifting her weight impatiently, cut in. “Let’s just get through security. My caffeine levels are dangerously low, and I’m starting to see things.”

Inside the terminal, the air was that familiar mix of recycled chill and faint jet fuel. You dragged your luggage to a trolley, the wheels rattling unevenly. The line for security was a slow-moving river of sleep-deprived faces and overstuffed backpacks.

The security process was the usual dance – laptop out, liquids in a bag, shoes off. You walked through the scanner, then beep a dull, familiar sound. On the other side, you fumbled with your shoes, the laces feeling stiff and unfamiliar. You watched Jane and Jimin, their banter a low hum in the background, a comforting, if slightly annoying, constant. You were ready for this weekend, even if you weren't fully aware of it yet.

The plane’s engines roared, a deep, guttural sound that vibrated through your seat. You were thankful you luckily had no one sitting next to you in the middle seat.

 You pressed your forehead against the cool, slightly scratched window, with your neck pillow, watching as Seoul’s sprawling cityscape receded, transforming into a miniature tapestry of lights. Window seat, always, you thought, a wry smile tugging at the corners of your lips. Your phone, its memory perpetually teetering on the brink of overload, was clutched in your hand, the camera app already open. Another travel video to add to the collection, you mused, knowing full well your storage was a lost cause. The click of the record button was automatic, a familiar ritual.

However after recording which looked like the 5th take, your hands instinctively went to the messages app and there it was. A text sitting from Mingyu.

A wave of something, a mix of anger and exhaustion, washed over you. Seriously? you thought, the word a silent, incredulous question. He’s really doing this.

"Sorry baby." The pet name, once a source of warmth, now felt like a cold, slimy thing. It was like he was trying to push a button, and he knew exactly which one to push. Seven months. Seven months since you'd found out about the beach trip, the "business meeting," the her. And now, this. At 7 a.m., no less. How did he even know you were traveling? It wasn't a coincidence. Mingyu wasn't a coincidence kind of guy. He was calculated, always had been. That was how he had been able to cheat. To plan it, to execute it, to lie. That was the real problem, it wasn't a mistake, it was a plan.

You stared at the screen, your thumb hovering over the reply button, then the delete button. You just stared. What could you even say? What was there left to say? 

No matter how many times you asked him to not text you, he still did at several intervals. You couldn’t block him. You had tried, really tried, but just couldn't do it. So you ignored him.

A sigh escaped your lips, a sound lost in the hum of the plane. You closed your eyes, the image of his face, his smile, the way he’d looked at her, flashing behind your eyelids. Your mind did take you to the past. The place you didn’t want to go and before you knew it, you were pulled into the memory.

"Babyyyy, let me help you pack,"  you murmured, a soft smile playing on your lips as he stirred in the warm tangle of sheets. Mingyu's head was nestled in the curve of your neck, his breath a gentle caress against your skin. A low, sleepy groan rumbled in his chest, a familiar sound that usually led to a lazy, affectionate morning.

He shifted, his lips brushing against your neck in a soft, lingering kiss. "Mmm, five more minutes," he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep, his arms tightening around you.

You chuckled, gently stroking his hair. "Come on, sleepyhead. Your flight leaves in a few hours."

He reluctantly lifted his head, his eyes still half-closed, a soft, almost hazy look in them. "Fine, fine," he grumbled, but a playful smile tugged at his lips. "But only because I love you."

After the two of you had breakfast, you got up to help him pack.

He watched as you started pulling clothes from the closet, carefully folding them into his suitcase. "Let me help," you offered, reaching for a pile of his favorite shirts.

"No, it's okay," he said, a little too quickly, his hand moving to intercept yours. "I've got it." He placed the shirts back in the closet.

He moved to stand infront of the suitcase, blocking it from your view. "You know you have that blue shirt I like, packed right?" He asked, not moving.

A flicker of unease danced in your stomach. It wasn't like him to be so insistent. Usually, he'd be all over letting you help him, eager to make your life easier. "Are you sure? I don't mind," you said, your voice laced with a hint of confusion. Why was he being so weird about this?

"Yeah, I'm sure," he said, forcing a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "You know I hate seeing you stressed before I travel. I've been working so hard lately. I need to focus on this trip."

He moved away from the suitcase, and sat on the edge of the bed. You shrugged it off. He was an investment banker, you reminded yourself, long hours and endless meetings were part of his job. He was probably just tired. But the tiny niggle of unease refused to fully leave you.

Two days later, you were on the phone with him, his voice sounding distant and strained. "Just a few more meetings," he'd said, "and I'll be back. I miss you."

“I miss you too. I love you.” You remember saying but you felt a pit in your stomach.

“Me too,” he said. It felt flat, like he didn’t mean it.

Once you hung up the call, that strange sense of unease settled in your stomach. It was a feeling you couldn't quite place, a knot of anxiety that tightened with each passing moment.

You opened Instagram, scrolling through stories to distract yourself. Changbin’s name flashed on the screen. Changbin. You'd never really liked him. There was something about his smug grin and his sharp, dismissive comments that always rubbed you the wrong way.

Your finger hovered over the screen, a moment of hesitation before you pressed play.

The story opened on a sun-drenched beach, the turquoise water sparkling in the sunlight. The sound of laughter, a clinking of glasses. Your breath hitched. Then, the camera panned, revealing a group of people lounging on beach chairs. Mingyu.

Your breath hitched. He was there, on a beach, not in a boardroom. And then you saw her. A girl with sun-kissed skin and a wide, beaming smile, sitting on Mingyu’s lap, her hand resting casually on his thigh. Another girl was sitting with Changbin. It looked like a couples trip.

The world seemed to tilt on its axis. The phone slipped from your numb fingers, clattering to the floor. The image of Mingyu and the girl, their laughter echoing in your ears, was a cruel, sharp blow. He lied, you thought, the word a hollow echo in your mind. He lied to me. The feeling of betrayal was so strong, it was almost physical.

You immediately opened your eyes, not wanting to think about it. When you touched your face, you felt the tears.

After the flight landed, the surge of passengers flooded the terminal and walked towards the baggage belt.

“I had the best sleep ever,” Jane mumbled as she adjusted her purse strap. You nodded your head and smiled.

“God I’m hungry. Before going to the venue, I am gonna have a nice shower and eat my heart out,” Jimin said while walking next to you.

You were eager to get your luggage and head to the hotel, the buzz of NYC already palpable. You navigated the crowd, trying to keep up with Jane and Jimin who were already in their own world, gossiping, when suddenly, you bumped into someone.

“Oh, sorry!” you blurted out, instinctively stepping back.

Your eyes met his. Even with the black cap and mask obscuring part of his face, you could see the warmth in his eyes. He was wearing a checkered shirt, a pattern that seemed to suit him perfectly, a bit casual, a bit…rock and roll. He had a guitar case slung over his shoulder.

“No problem,” he said, his voice a low, melodic rumble. “My fault, really.”

For a moment, time seemed to slow. There was something familiar in his gaze, a spark of recognition that you couldn’t quite place. You noticed the way his eyes crinkled slightly, even with the mask.

Then, just as quickly as it began, the moment was over. He nodded, a slight tilt of his head, and continued walking.

You stood there, slightly dazed, watching him disappear into the crowd. A musician, definitely. The checkered shirt, the guitar case, it all fit. Your type, if you were still… you know. But you weren’t. Not anymore.

“Come on, ___,” Jane said, pulling you by the arm. “Luggage claim’s that way.”

As you walked, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted, a subtle tremor in the air. You glanced back, but he was gone. Just another face in the sea of arriving passengers. Just another fleeting moment.

It's not always you see handsome strangers. You also loved the airport because imagine having that airport crush and bam you never see them again. This should be counted as that.

You pushed the thought away, focusing on the task at hand. New York. Don Julio setup. The Mix Fest. That was your reality now. No room for distractions. Especially not the kind that came with warm brown eyes, a checkered shirt, and a guitar case.

The taxi, a yellow blur against the twilight canvas of New York City, deposited you, Jane, and Jimin in front of The Ludlow. Stepping out, you stretched, a groan escaping your lips. "Man, that flight felt like it was never going to end," you muttered, pulling your carry-on from the trunk.

"Tell me about it," Jane agreed, rubbing her neck. "I swear, my neck pillow just made things worse."

You noticed Jimin was quiet which was very unlike him. “You okay?” Concern laced on your features as you took back the change from the taxi driver while mumbling a ‘thank you’.

“Yeah, yeah, I just need sleep. The guy next to me snored so loudly that I couldn’t sleep. At all,” He rolled his eyes and gave a tired smile.

As the three of you entered the hotel, the lobby of The Ludlow was a masterclass in curated cool, a symphony of exposed brick, plush velvet seating, and strategically placed lights casting a warm, inviting glow. 

The check-in process was quick and efficient. "Room 502 for you two, and 504 for you, Mr. Park," the receptionist said, handing over the keys.

While entering the elevator of the hotel, Jimin couldn’t help but say, ”This place is so cool," Jimin observed, his eyes wide. "Definitely an upgrade from our usual."

"Speak for yourself," Jane retorted, playfully shoving him. "I'm used to the finer things in life."

“The budget for this event is definitely high,” You laughed and tapped your key card and then pressed the floor no on the elevator.

Once the three of you exited the elevator and searched around for your rooms, "Alright, ladies," Jimin declared, grabbing his suitcase. "I'll see you at the venue. I need to unpack and… you know, groom."

"Groom?" Jane raised an eyebrow. "You mean check your hair for split ends?"

"Hey!" Jimin protested, feigning offense. "A man's gotta look his best!"

“Alright both of you,” you chuckled. “Jimin, we will see you in an hour?” He laughed and nodded.

You and Jane headed to your suite, a spacious room with a view that made you catch your breath. The two of you shared spacious suite, a minimalist haven of clean lines and floor-to-ceiling windows offering a breathtaking panorama of the city skyline, a tapestry of twinkling lights against the inky blackness

 "Wow," you breathed, walking over to the floor-to-ceiling windows. "This is incredible."

 "I could get used to this," Jane said, plopping down on one of the beds. "First order of business: shower. Second: nap. Third: find the mini-bar."

"Sounds like a plan," you agreed, grabbing your toiletry bag. "I'm going to jump in the shower first. You can raid the mini-bar while I'm in there."

As you entered the bathroom, the cool, smooth porcelain of the bathroom sink greeted your fingertips as you leaned against it, the mirror reflecting a weary version of yourself. The journey, the anticipation, the ever-present weight of Mingyu’s lingering texts – it had all coalesced into a knot of tension in your shoulders. You needed a moment, a physical and mental cleansing. "Shower first," you muttered to yourself, echoing Jane's earlier declaration.

The click of the shower knob was a small, decisive sound, a promise of release. As the water began to cascade, you adjusted the temperature, seeking that perfect hot water balance. The kind of temperature that is relaxing but also the temperature is very high. You stripped off your travel-worn clothes, the soft fabric falling to the cool tile floor, a tangible shedding of the day's layers.

Slowly the much needed warmth enveloped you, a comforting embrace that eased the tightness in your muscles. The sound of the water, a constant, rhythmic drumming against the tile, filled the small space, creating a private world within the bustling city.

As the water streamed down your face, you closed your eyes, letting the physical sensation wash over you. The scent of the hotel’s lemongrass-infused shampoo filled your nostrils, a clean, invigorating aroma that momentarily pushed aside the lingering mental clutter. You tilted your head back, letting the water trace paths down your skin, each droplet a tiny, fleeting caress.

But even here, in the supposed sanctuary of the shower, Mingyu’s presence lingered. His face, the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, the soft timbre of his voice – these memories, once sources of comfort, now felt like shards of glass – sharp and painful. You remembered the way he used to pull you close, the feeling of his arms around you, a warmth that now seemed like a cruel illusion.

Why? The question echoed in your mind, a silent scream in the quiet space. Why did you do this? Why did you lie? Why did you break my trust? The questions swirled, unanswered, like the steam rising from the hot water.

You reached for the body wash, the fragrant gel a temporary balm for the emotional wounds. As you lathered your skin, your mind automatically focused on the physical sensations – the slickness of the gel, the warmth of the water, the gentle massage of your own hands. You tried to ground yourself in the present moment, to push away the intrusive thoughts, but they were relentless, like persistent whispers in the back of your mind.

You remembered the way he would hold your hand, the gentle squeeze that always made you feel safe and loved. Now, the memory felt tainted, a reminder of the trust that had been irrevocably shattered.

The sound of the water, once a soothing rhythm, now seemed to amplify the silence within your own thoughts. The absence of his voice, his touch, his presence, was a gaping void, a stark reminder of what you had lost.

You thought about the future, the road ahead. It stretched before you, uncertain and unknown. The thought of navigating this new chapter alone was daunting, but also strangely liberating. You were free, finally free from the weight of his lies, his manipulations, his betrayals.

You imagined a life without him, a life filled with new experiences, new connections, new possibilities. The thought was both exhilarating and terrifying. You were stepping into the unknown, leaving behind the familiar comfort of a relationship that had ultimately become a source of pain.

You rinsed the remaining soap from your skin, the water now a cool, refreshing stream. You stepped out of the shower, the cool air a sharp contrast to the warmth of the water. You reached for a plush, white towel, wrapping it around your body, the soft fabric a comforting embrace.

As you dried your hair, you looked at your reflection in the mirror. The face staring back at you was slightly different, slightly stronger, slightly more resilient. 

What if I never move past this hurt? is the question that always haunted you. 

The pain was still there, etched in the lines around your eyes, but there was also a newfound sense of determination, a quiet strength that you hadn't seen before.

You were going to be okay. You were going to heal. You were going to move on from this hurt. And you were going to do it on your own terms. 

After a long, hot shower that felt like therapy, you changed into more comfortable clothes . The soft cotton felt good against your skin, a welcome contrast to the tense, coiled feeling you'd carried since the flight. You stared at your reflection, a flicker of something like resolve in your eyes. "Alright, venue time," you announced, emerging from the bathroom, the lingering scent of lemongrass trailing behind you. "Let's see what they've got going on."

"Finally," Jane groaned, stretching her arms above her head like a cat, her spine audibly cracking. "I was starting to think you'd fallen asleep in there.” She gave you a playful smirk. "Seriously, I was about to send in a search party."

You chuckled, a small, genuine sound. "Sorry, lost track of time. Needed a… reset. Besides the temperature is perfect, " 

“Also you might wanna check your phone,” Jane smirked and went inside the bathroom, leaving you confused. She couldn’t possibly know about Mingyu’s text. His contact was deep buried in your archives list.

You unlock your phone only to see a notification from Jay – the guy you went on two dates, 3 months after your breakup with Mingyu. You opened Jay’s text and you weren’t surprised to see what he had sent.

Yeah, no. 

Your first failed situationship or talking stage. Whatever it is called.

You immediately replied to him.

Yeah it was wild. Even for him.

On the first date itself you had understood, he was here for one thing. Not that you minded, but at that moment you weren’t ready for it. 

Even after ending that weird thing you had with him, he still behaved unhinged sometimes. Nothing you couldn't handle.

His selfie did get you out of your thoughts from Mingyu and onto some another thought – at the end of the day, you were an honest woman.

Once the three of you were ready, the taxi ride to the venue was a blur of New York sights and sounds. The city was a sensory overload, a vibrant tapestry of honking horns, chattering voices, and the tantalizing aroma of street food. "Whoa, this place is huge," Jane commented, her eyes wide as you stepped into the converted ground space. "They're really going all out."

The venue was indeed a whirlwind of activity. Stagehands were scrambling up scaffolding, adjusting lights that cast dramatic shadows across the space. Sound technicians were huddled over consoles, their brows furrowed in concentration. And a local band was running through a soundcheck, their music a mix of gritty rock and soulful blues, filling the stress filled space.

"They better be," you said, scanning the half-assembled bar, noting the unfinished details, the unpolished surfaces. "We've got a lot riding on this." The pressure was a familiar weight, but today, it felt heavier, amplified by the lingering anxiety.

"Relax, boss lady," Jimin said, appearing at your side, his usual cheerful demeanor a welcome contrast to your focused intensity. "Everything's going to be fine."

"Just tell us what to do." He added and smiled.

You softened slightly, the tension in your shoulders easing a fraction. "Just… keep an eye on things," you said, gesturing towards the bar area. "Make sure they're following the layout, that the glassware is being handled carefully. And try not to break anything."

"Got it," Jimin grinned, his eyes twinkling. "Consider me your personal bar manager."

"Looks like they're making progress," you said, surveying the half-assembled bar, noting the placement of the back bar, the ice machines, and the overall flow of the space. "But we still have a lot to do. Tomorrow's 10 a.m. deadline is on our head, and the gates open at 12:30 p.m. No margin for error." 

You met with Dominic and Sarah, the customer marketing managers, both being the whirlwind of energy and efficiency. "Everything's on schedule," you assured them, your voice laced with a hint of controlled panic, their eyes darting between the various tasks being carried out around them. "But we're still waiting on the customised DJ glassware. Should be here by 8 a.m. tomorrow."

“___ we are not worried when you are on the project,” Dominic said while smiling. Thats on you bustling your ass and doing client servicing. You smiled.

You made mental notes, mentally ticking off items on your checklist. "We need to finalize the cocktail menu placement, ensure the ice machines are working, and double-check the placement of the floral arrangements," you said, your voice calm and authoritative, projecting an air of confidence you didn't entirely feel. You also checked the placement of the ice, the back bar, and the overall flow of the staff.  "The flow is very important,____. We cannot have a choke point at the bar. We need to keep things moving" Sarah explained, pointing to a potential bottleneck near the main entrance.

You nodded your head and already aligning your team for this hiccup to not take place.

Once Jimin had overlooked the production and Jane had instructed the bar team, the three of you left the venue.

"Dinner?" Jimin suggested, his stomach audibly rumbling, a low, guttural growl that echoed in the quiet street. "I'm starving and I will be back to check on the production,”

 "Dinner time," Jane declared, her stomach growling audibly. "I'm starving too. And I need a real drink, not just whatever's in that mini bar."

The Italian trattoria was warm and inviting, the air thick with the aroma of garlic, oregano, and simmering tomato sauce. "This place smells amazing," You said, inhaling deeply. "I'm going to order everything on the menu." 

The two of them laughed. At this point everyone in office knew your love for italian food. They thought you were joking. Oh.

The dinner was filled with laughter and stories, a welcome distraction from the day's pressures and travel. "Remember that time we went to that karaoke bar in Seoul?" Jimin asked, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "And you tried to sing 'As Long As You Love Me' by Bieber?"

"Oh god, don't remind me," Jane groaned, burying her face in her hands. "That was a disaster. A beautiful, ear-splitting disaster."

"It was a masterpiece," Jimin insisted, laughing. "A glorious, beautiful disaster. The audience was mesmerized."

“Yeah I couldn’t hear that song normally for months. Still can’t,” You were laughing along with them, the sound genuine and light, when you noticed the man at the table next to you. He looked familiar, but you couldn't quite place him. "Who's that?" you asked, nudging Jane, your voice lowered.

"Who?" she asked, following your gaze. "Oh, him. I don't know. Just some guy. Why?"

"He looks familiar," you said, frowning, tilting your head slightly. "I feel like I've seen him somewhere before. But I can't quite remember where."

"Maybe you have," Jimin said, shrugging, taking a bite of his pasta. "New York's a small world. Or maybe you're just imagining it. You've been working too hard."

You shrugged, dismissing the thought. But the feeling of familiarity lingered, a small, persistent itch in the back of your mind.

As you excused yourself to use the restroom, you bumped into someone in the narrow hallway. "Oh, sorry!" you blurted out, instinctively stepping back, a flicker of surprise in your eyes.

Your eyes met his doe eyes. He was handsome, with a warm, inviting smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes. "No problem," he said, his voice a low rumble, a hint of amusement in his tone. "We keep meeting this way."

"Excuse me?" you asked, confused, your brow furrowed. We do? you thought. Where have I seen him?

He just smiled, a hint of amusement in his eyes, as if he knew something you didn't. "Never mind," he said, his voice laced with a gentle teasing. "Have a good night."

"You too," you said, watching him walk away, your mind buzzing with questions. Who is he? And why does he seem so familiar? you thought. "That was weird," you muttered under your breath, a sense of unease mixing with a strange curiosity.

Once you were back into your hotel room, it was already 12am. You immediately texted Jimin who after the dinner had gone back to the venue to check on the production. How was this man not tired?

You heard Jane laugh next to you on the texts the 3 of you had just exchanged.

“Alright, goodnight Jane-y. We have to reach the venue by 7AM so Jimin can come back and rest and come back once the fest starts,” You said as you set your alarm.

Jane, sleepy, nodded and mumbled “Good night love,” and immediately dozed off.

As much as you tried to sleep, you really couldn’t. You checked the time, and it was 1AM. You took your phone from the night stand and unlocked your phone. Maybe TikTok or Instagram reels might help.

Brainrot content – that's all you saw.

Mid laughing at a reel, your phone rang, the shrill tone cutting through the silence. Mingyu's name flashed across the screen, a stark reminder of the past that had been haunting your every step. You hesitated, your finger hovering over the answer button, a battle raging within you. Ignore it. Let it go. 

And so you didn’t pick up.

The phone rang again.

This time the need for closure, the need to finally confront the lingering pain, won out. You pressed the button, the sound of the connection a sharp, decisive click.

"Mingyu," you said, your voice trembling slightly, betraying the carefully constructed facade of composure. “I asked you not to-,”

You were cut off. "___," he began, his voice a low, urgent murmur, laced with a desperation that sent a shiver down your spine. "Please, just… please, listen to me. I need you to hear me out before you hang up."

You carefully removed the duvet and went inside the balcony, trying not to wake up Jane who was in a deep slumber.

"Hear you out?" you scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping your lips as you closed the balcony door behind you. "After everything? After you tore my world apart? You are funny, I’ll give you that,”

You heard him sigh on the other end.

"I know I hurt you, baby. I know I messed up. But… but I need you to understand. It wasn't just about… about the physical thing. It was about… feeling lost. Feeling like I wasn't enough." His voice cracked, and you could hear the raw emotion beneath the words.

"Don’t call me that,” You said. How could he? 

 “You lost that right the day you decided to cheat and not enough?" you repeated, incredulous. "I loved you, Mingyu. I supported you. I believed in you. And you tell me I wasn’t enough? Wow."

"It wasn't about you, ___. It was about me. My insecurities, my fears. I was trying to run away from myself, and I dragged you into it. I'm so sorry." His voice was thick with emotion, and for a moment, you almost believed him.

"So, you ran to her," you said, your voice laced with a mixture of anger and pain. "Someone who made you feel better about yourself. Someone who gave you the validation you thought I wasn't giving you."

"It wasn't like that," he insisted, his voice strained, pleading. "It was more… complicated. She… she understood a part of me that I felt like I couldn't share with anyone else."

"A part of you that you couldn't share with me?" you asked, your voice barely a whisper, the pain cutting through you like a knife. "The person who loved you unconditionally? The person who gave you her heart?"

"I know," he said, his voice heavy with regret. "I know I messed up. I messed up big time. And I don't expect you to forgive me. But I need you to know… I never stopped loving you, ___. Even when I was with her, it was you I thought about. You're the one I want."

"You have some nerve," you managed to say and a bitter laugh escaped your lips. "You want me now? After you've had your little… adventure? After you've broken my trust beyond repair?"

"I know I don't deserve it," he said, his voice cracking, the desperation evident. "But I'm begging you. Please, give me another chance. I'll do anything. I'll change. I'll be the man you deserve. I'll be better."

"You can't change who you are, Mingyu," you said, your voice trembling, tears welling up in your eyes. "And I can't go back to who I was. I can't go back to being someone who's constantly waiting for you to break my heart again. I can't live with that fear anymore."

Little did you know, Jane woke up. She watched you talk to Mingyu, proud of you finally letting it out. Finally standing up for yourself and letting out all your bottled up emotions.

"Please, ___, don't do this," he pleaded, his voice thick with emotion. "I need you. I love you. Please."

"No, Mingyu," you said, your voice firm, a newfound sense of strength resonating within you. "I need to let you go. I need to let myself go. I need to be free. I am finally free. You changed me. And I thank you for that."

"What?" he asked, his voice filled with confusion, a hint of panic creeping in.

"I am finally myself," you said, your voice clear, strong, a wave of liberation washing over you. "And I can't be myself with you. I can't be the person I am meant to be if I'm still clinging to the past."

"No, ___, don't," he pleaded, his voice desperate, a raw vulnerability exposed. "Please, don't say that. Don't do this to us. To me."

"Goodbye, Mingyu," you said, your voice steady, a sense of closure settling within you.

“Baby please," his voice breaking.

“Mingyu don't,” You said wiping your tears.

“Just don’t call or text me. Please,” 

He took several moments before he managed to mumble an ‘okay’

“Goodbye Mingyu,” You finally managed to say. 

“Goodbye ____. I’ll always love you,” He said that with what seemed like a genuine tone and with that you pressed the end call button, the click a sharp, final sound. You stared at your phone, the screen reflecting your tear-streaked face. You felt lighter, freer than you had in months. The shackles were gone, the weight lifted. You were finally, truly, free.

Tears streamed down your face, but they weren't tears of pain or anger. They were tears of release, of finally freeing yourself from the shackles of the past. You let yourself cry, the sobs wracking your body, each one a step further away from the pain.

As the tears subsided, you felt a gentle warmth envelop you. Jane was standing beside your bed, her eyes filled with concern and understanding. She didn't say a word, didn't ask any questions. She simply wrapped her arms around you, holding you close, offering silent comfort and unwavering support. You clung to her, the tears flowing freely, not from sadness, but from a profound sense of relief and liberation. You had finally broken free, and Jane was there to help you celebrate that newfound freedom.

DAY 1 - NYC MIX FEST

The venue pulsed with a palpable energy, a stark contrast to the quiet, almost solemn, introspection of the previous night. By 12 PM, the Don Julio bar was a gleaming masterpiece of polished wood, shimmering glassware, and precisely arranged bottles of their stunning portfolio. The customized Mexican DJ-inspired, skull glassware, thankfully delivered right on schedule, caught the light, casting a dazzling array of reflections. You, Jane, and Jimin moved with practiced ease, fine-tuning the last details, ensuring every element was flawless. The air crackled with the sound of music, the clinking of glasses, and the excited murmur of early attendees.

"Looks like we actually pulled it off, huh?" Jane said, a sigh of genuine relief escaping her lips as she meticulously adjusted a row of cocktail garnishes. "I was starting to think those glasses were cursed."

"Don't even say that," Jimin retorted, his brow furrowed as he adjusted a floral arrangement with the precision of a surgeon. "We're not out of the woods yet. We still have the main rush to contend with." He paused, stepping back to admire his handiwork. "But yeah, it looks good. Real good."

You took a deep breath, the crisp scent of fresh lime and premium tequila filling your senses. This is it, you thought, a quiet sense of triumph washing over you. A new day, a new beginning. The lingering weight of Mingyu's call had completely dissipated, replaced by a feeling of lightness, a newfound sense of quiet confidence. "Let's take a quick walk around," you suggested, gesturing towards the bustling crowd. "See what the other brands are doing. Get a feel for the atmosphere."

The venue was a sprawling showcase of branded experiences, each competing for attention. Tanqueray's gin garden was a verdant oasis, complete with live botanical displays and bartenders crafting bespoke cocktails with fresh herbs. Johnnie Walker's whisky lounge exuded an air of sophisticated elegance, with plush leather seating, dim lighting, and a curated selection of rare blends. Toki's highball station was a minimalist masterpiece, showcasing the clean, crisp flavors of Japanese whisky with sleek, modern design and their concept Toki-o nights which was heavily inspired by music. And Glenmorangie’s setup was a vibrant, beach-themed extravaganza, with bright colors, tropical decorations, and a lively, party atmosphere.

"Wow, they've really gone all out," Jane commented, her eyes scanning the crowd with a mixture of admiration and professional curiosity. "The competition is fierce."

"Tell me about it," you agreed, noting the intricate details of each brand's activation. "But I think we've got the edge. Our bar is both stylish and functional. A perfect balance of aesthetic and practicality."

Jimin nodded enthusiastically. "And the cocktails are killer," he added, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "I may have sampled a few myself, just to ensure quality control, of course."

“No wonder the bar team was giving me knowing looks,” You rolled your eyes playfully. "Of course," you said, chuckling. "Just don't get too carried away."

"Never," Jimin said, feigning innocence.

You all moved towards a photo booth where a long queue was forming, attendees eager to capture the moment. "Look at the line," you said, impressed. "That's a great sign. We’ll definitely come back later when it's less crowded. Perfect for some social media content."

Returning to the Don Julio bar, the music grew louder, more insistent. The band from the previous night was performing again, their sound filling the space with a raw, soulful energy. The stage was conveniently located right next to the Don Julio bar. Your eyes were drawn to the lead singer - it was the same dude from the Italian restaurant. He was completely immersed in the music, his voice a powerful, melodic rumble that resonated through the venue.

Musicians have always been your weakness.

He really is talented, you thought, watching him move across the stage with an effortless grace. And incredibly handsome. You couldn't help but notice the way his checkered shirt hugged his broad shoulders, the way his dark hair fell across his forehead, and the way his doe eyes, even from a distance, seemed to hold a spark of something intense.

He didn't seem to notice you, thankfully, his focus entirely on the performance. You quickly turned your attention back to the bar, trying to shake off the unexpected flutter in your chest. Focus, ___. you told yourself, mentally running through the checklist of tasks. You have a job to do.

But even as you worked, adjusting bottles, straightening napkins, your eyes kept drifting back to the stage. There was something about him, something familiar and intriguing, that you couldn't quite ignore. The feeling was a gentle hum beneath the surface of your thoughts, a quiet reminder of the unexpected encounters that had marked the beginning of your New York adventure.

Jane, noticing your gaze, exchanged a knowing look with Jimin. They both smirked, but thankfully, refrained from any overt teasing. They knew you were still processing a lot, and a playful jab might not be well-received. Instead, Jane subtly nudged you with her elbow, a silent acknowledgment of your obvious unspoken attraction.

"Everything alright, boss lady?" Jimin asked, his voice laced with a playful undertone, trying hard to keep his gaze fixed on the bar.

"Fine," you said, a little too quickly. "Just… admiring the music. I’m all about the music you know that,"

"Sure you are," Jane mumbled under her breath, a playful glint in her eyes to which Jimin couldn’t help but chuckle.

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't suppress a small smile. Maybe a little distraction wouldn't hurt, you thought, a flicker of something like excitement igniting within you. But first, work.

By 4 PM, the venue had transformed into a pulsating hub of activity, a kaleidoscope of branded experiences and eager attendees. The clients, Dominic and Sarah, arrived, their eyes alight with a blend of professional scrutiny and genuine excitement. They'd been privy to the meticulously curated visuals you'd sent, but witnessing the Don Julio bar in its full glory was an entirely different experience.

"___, this is… exceptional," Dominic declared, his voice booming across the space, cutting through the ambient noise like a well-tuned bassline. "You've truly captured the essence of the brand."

"The lighting, the glassware, the sheer artistry of the cocktails," Sarah added, her eyes tracing the intricate details of the bar's design. "It's a masterpiece. You guys have outdone yourselves,"

You managed a smile, a mixture of relief and pride washing over you. "Thank you," you said, your voice steady despite the flutter of nerves in your stomach. "Jimin, Jane and I wanted to create an immersive experience, something that resonated with the spirit of Don Julio and what better than personalised Don Julio skull mugs,"

The next few hours were a blur of client interactions, strategic small talk, and the relentless monitoring of the bar's operation. You, despite your innate aversion to superficial conversations, navigated the social labyrinth with practiced ease. It was a necessary evil, a performance required for the success of the event.

"So, Sarah," you began, steering the conversation towards the broader festival experience, "what are your impressions of the other brand activations?"

"They're all… interesting," she replied, her tone carefully neutral. "But I am also a little biased,” You chuckled. “Don Julio has a certain… sophistication. It's not just about the spectacle; it's about the experience."

"Precisely," you said, nodding in agreement. "We wanted to create a space where attendees could truly appreciate the craftsmanship and heritage of the brand."

As the evening wore on, a subtle sense of disappointment began to creep in. Your eyes, despite your best efforts, kept drifting towards the stage, searching for a familiar figure. The musician, with his soulful voice and captivating presence, was conspicuously absent. Maybe he's performing with his band tomorrow, you thought, trying to quell the rising tide of disappointment. It's a two-day festival, after all.

By 7 PM, the disappointment had solidified into a quiet ache, a subtle undercurrent beneath the surface of your professional composure. You continued to circulate, engaging with clients, ensuring their glasses were filled and their questions answered, but the absence of the musician cast a shadow over the evening.

The first day of the Mix Fest drew to a close at 10 PM, the venue slowly emptying as attendees filtered out, their voices echoing through the cavernous space. Exhausted but undeniably satisfied, you, Jane, and Jimin made your way back to The Ludlow.

"I'm going to hit the spa," you announced, a wave of weariness washing over you. "Anyone care to join me?"

"I'm beat brother," Jane said, stretching her arms above her head, her spine cracking audibly. "I'm going straight to bed. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Same here," Jimin agreed, stifling a yawn. "But have a good one!"

The spa was a sanctuary of tranquility, a haven of warmth and soothing aromas. The humid air enveloped you like a comforting embrace, easing the tension in your muscles. You closed your eyes, letting the gentle heat work its magic, the day's stresses melting away.

After a long session in the steam room, you emerged, your skin glowing, your mind clear. You wandered towards the relaxation area, a dimly lit space with plush loungers and soft, ambient music. And that's when you saw him. Soobin.

He was sprawled across one of the loungers, his eyes closed, his face relaxed. He looked good, you had to admit, the dim light casting his features in a flattering glow.

"Soobin?" you said, your voice a soft whisper, a mix of surprise and mild amusement.

His eyes fluttered open, a slow, slightly disoriented smile spreading across his face. "___? What a… surprise."

"Surprise?" you echoed, raising an eyebrow, a hint of playful skepticism in your voice. "You're here for the festival?"

"Yeah," he said, sitting up, his movements a little stiff. " I am visiting few friends here so we decided to check the fest. I'm a big fan of the… music scene here. And the… atmosphere." He said the last word with a strange emphasis.

You chuckled, a dry, almost cynical sound. "Of course," you said, your eyes narrowing slightly.

Soobin was your second "situationship," or a failed talking stage if you wanted to call it that. A brief but intense connection that had almost blossomed into something more. You'd been genuinely drawn to him, intrigued by his quiet intensity and his thoughtful demeanor. But he was always a little… hesitant, a little unsure. And you, still reeling from the aftermath of your relationship with Mingyu, were equally reluctant to fully commit.

An awkward silence descended, thick and heavy, punctuated only by the soft murmur of the spa's ambient music. Soobin shifted uncomfortably, his gaze darting around the room, avoiding your eyes.

"So," he began, his voice strained, "how have you been?"

"Good," you replied, keeping your tone casual, your expression carefully neutral. "Busy with work, as always."

"Right. ___ the boss lady" he said, nodding slowly, his eyes still avoiding yours. "The festival… it's quite something, isn't it?"

"It is," you agreed, your voice flat.

Another awkward silence stretched between you, the tension in the air thick enough to cut with a knife. You could feel his gaze lingering on you, a mixture of curiosity and something else, something you couldn't quite decipher.

"You look… good," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, his gaze finally meeting yours.

"Thanks," you said, a flicker of something like irritation flashing through you. "You too."

He was still attractive, you had to admit, but the spark that had once flickered between you had dimmed, replaced by a sense of awkwardness and unspoken regrets.

"It's been a while," he said, his voice laced with a hint of nostalgia.

"It has," you agreed, your voice cool.

God this was painfully awkward. If only Jane and Jimin were here with you now. They would have saved you from whatever this was but also would have a blast making fun of this situation.

"We should… catch up sometime," he suggested, his voice hesitant, his eyes searching for your agreement.

"Maybe," you said, noncommittally, your gaze drifting towards the exit.

The silence that followed was heavy with unspoken words, a lingering sense of what could have been. You felt a wave of weariness wash over you, the day's events finally catching up. You wanted to escape, to retreat to the solitude of your room, to process the unexpected encounter.

"Well," you said, rising to your feet, "I should probably get going. It's been a long day."

"Right," he said, nodding slowly, his expression a mixture of disappointment and resignation. "Yeah, of course."

You turned to leave, a sense of relief washing over you. The encounter had been awkward, uncomfortable, a reminder of a chapter you'd thought you'd closed. As you walked away, you couldn't help but wonder if this was a sign, a second chance. Or just another unexpected, slightly uncomfortable, encounter in the whirlwind of your New York adventure. You decided, at that moment, that you were going to go to sleep and not think about it any more.

Life has genuinely been weird since last two days.

DAY 2 - NYC MIX FEST

The aftershocks of the past two days lingered, a subtle tremor in the usually steady rhythm of your life. Sleep, a fickle companion, had been a patchwork of disjointed dreams and the persistent echo of Mingyu's voice. Then the encounter with Soobin in the spa, though brief, had left a faint, unpleasant aftertaste, a reminder of unfinished chapters.

Waking up late, you felt a strange sense of detachment, a subtle disconnect from the day's impending chaos. A glance at your phone revealed the time – 12:00 PM. Damn, you thought, a wave of mild panic washing over you. You were never late. You were always meticulously punctual. 

New York definitely has had its effect on you.

Rushing through your morning routine, you arrived at the venue at 12:45 PM, a minute that felt like an eternity. Jane and Jimin were already deep in conversation near the Don Julio bar, their laughter echoing through the near-empty space.

“Jane! You didn’t wake me up,” You said in anger, although it wasn’t serious. Day 2 of the fest was supposed to be chill so you weren’t that worried.

It’s just bad habits that die hard.

“Hey!!” Jane exclaimed. “I was letting you rest, knowing you work like a machine,” She said feigning innocence. Now who could say no to that face?

You just playfully rolled your eyes at her and she chuckled.

"Well, well, look who decided to grace us with their presence," Jimin teased, a playful glint in his eyes. "Did you finally decide to sleep in?"

"Sorry," you mumbled, a blush creeping up your neck. "I overslept. I had a rough night."

"It's fine," Jane said, waving a dismissive hand. "We were just about to grab some lunch. Come on, you can catch up on the gossip."

Over a quick lunch of festival fare, the three of you discussed the previous day's events, the client feedback, and the general buzz of the festival. You kept your encounter with Soobin to yourself, not wanting to rehash the awkwardness but knowing sooner or later, you were gonna spill it for them. You just had to make sure that you would be staying away from the hotel spa.

"So," Jane said, her eyes twinkling with mischief, "did you manage to spot your mystery musician?"

You shook your head, a flicker of disappointment crossing your face. "No, not yet. I'm starting to think he's a figment of my imagination."

"Maybe he's saving his grand entrance for today," Jimin suggested, winking. "You know, building suspense."

After lunch, you decided to take a walk around the venue, hoping to clear your head and shake off the lingering sense of unease. You were still feeling slightly off-kilter, a little out of sync with your usual self. 

Just thinking about the last two days. They had been wild and went so fast. You had finally broken away from the shackles of your relationship with Mingyu, felt yourself returning, the Jay and Soobin interaction. So much had happened.

You still felt alone. 

Looking around the fest, you saw couples around you mingling with each other and just having fun and living life and you felt a bittersweet feeling. When was it gonna be my turn? is the only thought that crossed your mind.

You were successful in your career, decent looking yet love was the only part of your life that wasn’t figured out. Actually you had it figured out for a long time when you were Mingyu, almost even thought you would marry him – Yeah no, not that thought.

As you rounded a corner near the main stage, you bumped into someone, sending a set of drumsticks clattering to the ground.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" you blurted out, instinctively bending down to help pick them up.

Was it the musician?

Looking up, you realized it wasn't the musician, but another member of his band. He was tall, with a warm, friendly smile and a pair of intelligent eyes. You felt a wave of disappointment, quickly suppressed.

"No, it's okay," he said, his voice deep and melodic. "Don't worry about it. It was my fault."

"I seem to be bumping into everyone lately," you said, a wry smile playing on your lips. "It's becoming a bit of a theme."

He chuckled, a warm, genuine sound. "It's a busy place. Easy to get turned around."

You noticed the drumsticks in his hand. "Are you performing here?" you asked, gesturing towards the main stage.

"Yeah," he replied, a hint of excitement in his voice. "We're called Sunrise Boulevard."

"Oh, cool," you said, a genuine smile spreading across your face. "I'll have to check you out. What time is your set?"

"Please do," he said, handing you the drumsticks. "Let me know what you think. We play at 7PM! This is our first big gig,” He said with excitement. It was infectious.

"I will," you promised.

"I'm Namjoon," he said, extending his hand.

"___," you replied, shaking his hand.

You introduced yourself, and he told you a little about the band, their music, and their journey. You explained your role in the Don Julio activation. You found yourself enjoying the conversation, his easygoing charm a welcome distraction from your earlier anxieties.

“Drinks on me, okay,” You laughed and told me.

“I’ll hold you to that,” He smirked.

Jane, who had been watching from a distance, approached, her eyes sparkling with interest. "Who's this?" she asked, her voice laced with playful curiosity.

"This is Namjoon," you said, introducing them. "He's the drummer for Sunrise Boulevard."

"Nice to meet you," Jane said, extending her hand, her smile widening.

"You too," Namjoon replied, his smile equally bright.

Jane seemed particularly interested in Namjoon, her questions flowing easily, her laughter light and genuine. You watched them interact, a sense of amusement mixing with a quiet sense of relief. 

Both Jimin and you saw her tuck her hair while talking to him and smirked. Classic tell-a-tale sign when Jane is interested in someone.

At least someone was having a good time.

After a few minutes, Jane and Namjoon exchanged numbers, and he headed towards the stage for soundcheck. Jane returned to the Don Julio bar, a satisfied grin on her face.

"So," Jimin said, raising an eyebrow, "who was that?"

"That was Namjoon," Jane replied, her cheeks flushed. "He's the drummer for Sunrise Boulevard. They're playing today."

"And?" you asked, a playful smirk on your face.

"And," Jane said, rolling her eyes, "they're a rookie band. This is their first big festival. They're really good, though. You should check them out."

"A rookie band, huh?" Jimin said, his eyes twinkling. "Sounds interesting."

"They are," Jane insisted. "And he's really nice."

"Someone's got a crush," you teased, nudging Jane's arm.

"Shut up," she said, blushing. "I just think they deserve some support."

"Of course you do," Jimin said, chuckling. "We'll definitely check them out."

You made sure to stay away from the hotel spa and any areas where you might run into Soobin. You had no desire to relive that awkward encounter. You were here to work, to enjoy the festival, and to finally see Sunrise Boulevard perform. You decided to make sure to keep an eye out for Namjoon and his band’s set.

With the overwhelming amount of crowd at the Don Julio bar, you didn’t even realise that it was almost 7PM. 

Once the clock struck 7PM, you could see the majority of the crowd gathering near the stage. And they thought they were rookie. You helped the bartending team while bringing in some ingredients for the cocktails when you heard the most angelic possible voice.

“Oh my god, the lead singer is so handsome,” You heard a few girls fangirl (?) and you glanced towards the stage, curious to see what all the fuss was about, and to see if the band was really as good as Jane had said.

The stage lights dimmed, casting long, dramatic shadows across the eager crowd. A hush fell over the venue as the band members took their positions. Then, a voice, smooth and confident, cut through the silence.

"Hey everyone, I'm JK, lead singer of Sunrise Boulevard, and this is our band!" He gestured towards his bandmates. "On guitar, Taehyung! On drums, Namjoon! On bass, Hoseok! And on keyboard, Yoongi!" The rest of them waved towards the crowd which got them screaming.

The crowd erupted in applause as they launched into their first song, a sultry, rock-infused rendition of Chase Atlantic's "Swim." JK’s voice, laced with a hint of smoky allure, filled the space, captivating the audience. The band's energy was palpable, their performance a blend of raw intensity and polished precision.

After the Chase Atlantic cover, they transitioned into their original songs. The first, "City Lights," was a driving pop-rock anthem with a catchy chorus, reminiscent of early 2000s alternative rock. The second, "Lost in the Echoes," had a more introspective feel, with JK’s vocals soaring over a melancholic melody, showcasing his impressive range. For a third song, they played "Crimson Sky," a high-energy rock song with a powerful guitar riff, getting the crowd to jump and sing along.

As the set progressed, you found yourself drawn into their performance, despite your professional focus. JK’s stage presence was undeniable, his charisma radiating from the stage. The kind of presence that demanded attention. You noticed his eyes scanning the crowd, and for a fleeting moment, you thought they lingered on you. You quickly looked away, a blush creeping up your neck, trying to focus on the busy bar.

Yeah no, not the time to be delusional.

As the band finished their third song, JK stepped forward, a slight smile playing on his lips. "We have one more song for you tonight," he announced, his voice soft, yet carrying through the venue. "It's a little different from our usual style. I wrote it recently, and it's called 'Still With You.'"

The crowd cheered as the band launched into the song. It was a slower, more soulful ballad, JK’s voice filled with raw emotion. The song's lyrics, a heartfelt expression of longing and vulnerability, resonated with the audience, creating a quiet, intimate atmosphere. You found yourself captivated by his performance, his voice weaving a spell around you, cutting through the noise of the festival.

As the set ended, JK's eyes swept across the crowd once more. This time, you were sure they lingered on you. He held your gaze for a moment, a subtle intensity in his eyes, then looked away, a slight smile playing on his lips. You tried to dismiss it as a coincidence, but a flutter of excitement stirred within you.

Lord, New York was something else.

The band exited the stage, and you returned to the Don Julio bar, helping the team with the rush of customers. A few minutes later, Namjoon approached, JK trailing slightly behind him, hands in his pockets.

Namjoon hopped onto an empty stool, a slightly sheepish grin on his face. "Hey," he said, running a hand through his hair. "So, uh, how'd we do?"

You chuckled, wiping down the counter. "You guys were great. Seriously. The crowd loved you."

"Yeah?" Namjoon asked, a hint of relief in his voice. "We were kinda nervous. First big festival and all."

"You wouldn't have known it," you assured him. "You guys looked completely at home up there."

"That's good to hear," he said, nodding. "We put a lot of work into this set. Especially JK, he was stressing about the Chase Atlantic cover."

"It was a bold choice," you said, glancing at JK, who was leaning against the bar, observing the crowd. "But it worked. It really set the tone."

"He's always pushing  to try new things," Namjoon said, rolling his eyes playfully. "Sometimes it drives us crazy, but I guess it pays off."

"It definitely did tonight," you said, smiling. "Especially that last song, 'Still With You'. It was beautiful."

JK finally spoke, his voice low and smooth. "Thank you," he said, meeting your gaze. "It means a lot."

"No, really," you said, turning back to Namjoon. "You guys have a really unique sound. It's not just another pop-rock band."

"That's what we're going for," Namjoon said, nodding. "We want to stand out."

"You definitely do," you said, grabbing a bottle of tequila. "So, what can I get you guys? Drinks are on me, remember?" 

"Oh, right!" Namjoon said, snapping his fingers. "I almost forgot. I'll take a... what are you having?"

“Oh,” You chuckled. “I don’t drink and besides I’m at work so,” You managed to say which earned you a look from JK.

“So what will you guys have? Want me to suggest?” You diverted the topic.

“Yes please,” Namjoon smiled. You looked over the menu and suggested ‘Don Paloma’ and ‘Don Picante’ to the two of them. 

“Wow you know your cocktails,” JK said while having that look. The look that made you nervous.

“I wouldn’t be doing a good job at work if I didn’t,” You chuckled.

As you placed the order to the bar team, you noticed Jane and Jimin coming your way. You immediately saw Namjoon smile at that.

Yeah you and Jimin have to clock that.

The conversation then continued to flow easily, but you couldn't shake the feeling that JK was watching you, his gaze lingering, but in a way that felt more curious than intrusive. You felt a strange mix of excitement and nervousness, unsure of what to make of his attention, but the conversation with the rest of them felt like a welcome buffer.

Namjoon grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You know what? We're running low on drinks for the band. Let's grab another round."

"Good idea," Jane chimed in, nodding towards the bar. "We wouldn't want anyone getting thirsty."

You watched them go, a knowing smile playing on your lips. Smooth. But hey, who were you to judge?

Jimin, who had been uncharacteristically quiet, suddenly stood. "Uh, I need to… check on some, uh, thing," he mumbled, avoiding eye contact. "See you guys later."

Yeah you were cursing him in your mind.

He practically bolted, leaving you and JK alone. "Well," you said, turning to JK, "that was… awkward.”

He chuckled, a playful glint in his eyes. "He's probably checking on the drinks too, you know, to make sure they're… properly distributed,”

He paused, then gestured towards the festival grounds. "Want to go for a walk? Check out the place? See if we can find anything?” 

“You sure? Aren’t you tired?” You asked him genuinely. After that performance anyone would be tired.

"Yes I’m sure,"  he smiled.

As you walked, JK pointed towards the brightly lit Ferris wheel. "Ferris wheel," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "A classic." 

"Isn't that a little… cliché?" you asked, raising an eyebrow. "Like, straight out of a rom-com?"

"Sometimes cliché is good," he replied, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Besides, it's a great view. And who knows, maybe we’ll have a rom-com moment of our own."

You raised your eyebrow and chuckled.

“Yeah sorry that was bad,” He shook his head and laughed.

“Oh wait, I didn't introduce myself. I’m Jungkook,” He put his hand forward for a handshake. “And I’m ___”, You smiled as you shook hands with him.

As you walked ahead, Jungkook's eyes widened. "Wait a minute," he said, snapping his fingers. "You're the girl from the airport!"

"What? What airport?" you asked, feigning confusion, though a flicker of recognition sparked in your mind.

"Yeah, you were… a bit overwhelmed," he said, his eyes twinkling. "And you're also the girl from the Italian place."

"Yeah, that I am," you replied, a smile spreading across your face. "Small world, huh?" He remembers. And he remembers the details. That’s… unexpected.

Yeah no, you weren’t going to delude yourself.

As you rode the Ferris wheel, the city lights spread out below you, a dazzling panorama. "It's beautiful," you murmured, gazing at the view. "I've never been to New York before."

"Really?" Jungkook asked, his eyes widening slightly. "First time?"

"Yeah," you said, a hint of wonder in your voice. "It's… overwhelming, in a good way."

He nodded.

You talked about your dreams, your work, your passions. He listened intently, his eyes never leaving yours. He’s a good listener. Not something you find every day. Or ever.

“So where have you been till now?” He asked as the two of you exited the ferris wheel. “Uh, honestly? Nowhere,” You shrugged. “We came on Friday and have been working since then. We still have tomorrow to explore,” You smiled and told him.

“Any places you could suggest though?” You asked as you thanked the person managing the ferris wheel not noticing the smug grin on Jungkook’s face for what he was about to say next.

"Well," he said, his voice a low murmur, "I can show you around. Show you the real New York. The places the tourists don't know about."

He’s smooth. You will have to give him that.

“You can?” You raised your eyebrows to which he nodded.

He’s definitely flirting. And you are definitely not complaining.

Since the ferris wheel ride ended, and you stepped back onto solid ground, the city lights beginning to fade into the background as you re-entered the heart of the festival. That was… nice, you thought, a small smile playing on your lips. As you continued your walk, the conversation flowed easily, naturally transitioning to the various brand activations scattered throughout the grounds. You pointed out a particularly eye-catching display, discussing its marketing strategies and potential impact. 

"Wow," Jungkook said, genuinely impressed. "How do you know so much?"

"It'd be funny if I didn't," you replied, a wry smile playing on your lips. "These are my clients. And potential clients. It's kind of my job to know."

He seems to be impressed.

As you walked, you began to get to know each other. "So, you're from Seoul, right?" Jungkook asked, his eyes curious.

"Yeah, born and raised," you replied, a hint of nostalgia in your voice. "Been working with Black Media Marketing for two years now. We handle a lot of brand activations, events, that kind of thing."

"That's impressive," Jungkook said, nodding. "It must be exciting working with so many different brands."

"It is," you agreed, a smile playing on your lips. "It's always something new."

"And you?" you asked. "You're from Busan, right?"

"Yeah, that's home," he said, a soft smile spreading across his face. "The band was created there," he continued proudly.

"You guys were amazing tonight," you said, genuinely impressed by the crowd's reaction. "The crowd was wild."

"Thanks," he said, a hint of pride in his voice, but also a touch of modesty. "It was a good crowd. We're still getting used to this kind of response."

"Getting used to it?" you asked, raising an eyebrow. "You guys were like… rock stars."

He chuckled. "We're just a few guys who love making music. It's great to see people enjoying it."

You spotted a photo booth, a long line snaking its way towards it. "Damn," you said, a hint of disappointment in your voice. "I wanted to go there. Couldn't even get in yesterday."

Jungkook simply looked at you, a thoughtful expression on his face. He’s quiet. Too quiet. What’s he thinking?

As you walked, you spotted Soobin in the distance, talking to a group of people. You both made eye contact for a brief moment, then quickly looked away. Awkward. Just… awkward.

"I'm actually here only for a day more," you said, breaking the silence, the thought of your limited time in the city suddenly feeling more pressing.

"Oh," he replied, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, "we've got to make the most of it then."

You were taken aback a little. Not that you minded it.

"So," he asked, his voice low, "I'll see you tomorrow?" You paused, a playful smile playing on your lips. He’s asking you out. And  you can’t help but want to say yes. "Yes," you replied, your voice barely a whisper. "I'd like that."

The next morning you smiled as you woke up. It had been a while you woke up like that.

You immediately took your phone from the nightstand and saw a text from him.

Now when did he save his name as that? Oh yeah when he dropped you off at the hotel last night and you exchanged numbers.

Jane was not in the room when you came back from whatever it is that you and Jungkook had going on last night.

You turned around to see Jane fast asleep on her bed. 

Guess you weren’t the only one who had a great time last night.

You didn’t want to enter into something too fast. Hell, you had finally found your way out from the shackles of Mingyu and even Soobin for that matter. You definitely didn’t want to ruin things - if there was even anything, with Jungkook.

You were just gonna see how things go. Yeah.

Getting out of your thoughts, you replied back to Jungkook.

Yeah definitely shouldn’t have said that.

This all you saw for the next two minutes which felt like hours.

Great, just great. 

What felt like eternity, you heard your phone ting with a notification of a new message.

You immediately opened his chat, hoping to see you haven’t embarrassed yourself yet. Lord, please.

Well thank god for that.

With a big smile on your face, you take out your comfiest pair of jeans, crop top and a leather jacket and go for your shower.

Today was going to be good. You had a feeling.

As you exited the elevator, you saw Jungkook waiting in the lobby, leaning against a marble pillar, dressed casually in a faded denim jacket, dark jeans, and sneakers. His hair, slightly tousled, caught the morning light. He looked effortlessly cool. He smiled as he saw you, a warm, genuine smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes. "Ready for what could possibly be the best day of your life?"

"Is it? The stakes seem high,”  you smirked and said, slipping your hand into his. His hand was warm, his grip firm but gentle. His touch, a familiar warmth, a promise of adventure.

He led you out onto the busy street, the air thick with the smell of exhaust fumes and hot pretzels. The sounds of the city surrounded you—the honking of taxis, the rumble of buses, the chatter of pedestrians. "Central Park first," he said, nodding towards the green expanse.

The park was a welcome break from the city's intensity. Sunlight filtered through the leaves of towering oak trees, dappling the paths with patches of light and shadow. You walked, the sounds of the city fading into a background hum, replaced by the chirping of birds and the rustling of leaves. He pointed out quiet spots, little details you wouldn’t have noticed on your own—a hidden fountain, a secluded bench, a patch of wildflowers.

"I used to come here a lot," he said, stopping by a small pond where ducks paddled lazily. "When I needed to… get away. Just to think."

“I have a similar place. In Seoul,” You reminisce and share with him.

You then stopped at a hot dog stand, the aroma of grilled onions and mustard filling the air. "Hungry?" he asked, grinning.

"Starving," you admitted, your stomach audibly rumbling.

You got two hot dogs, laughing as you struggled with the mustard and sauerkraut, the tangy smell making your mouth water. "This is a mess," you said, wiping your hands with a napkin.

He chuckled, gently wiping a smudge of mustard from your cheek with his thumb. "Yeah, but it's good." His touch was light, but it sent a little shiver down your spine, a warmth spreading through your chest. His eyes held yours, and for a moment, the bustling city faded away.

“So when do you come back to Seoul?” You ask, curious. 

“Just one more show in NYC, and we are back,” He smiles and tells you.

He then takes you to a  speakeasy tucked behind an unassuming bookstore, where they sip on cocktails under dim, moody lighting. A rooftop that offers an exclusive view of the skyline, one he swears is better than any observation deck. 

And then a  tiny, family-run vinyl shop where you flip through records together, fingers brushing occasionally as the two of you reach for the same one.

That’s when the conversation shifts.

The two of you talk about your mutual love for music. How it’s always been more than just sound for you—how it’s an experience, an emotion, a story in itself. 

“Ever since I was a kid, I used to collect CDs or cassettes of any new album that came out. If it was new, I just had to have it,” You chuckled and reminisced. 

However you did notice an expression on Jungkook’s face. That made you feel something that you haven’t felt in a while.

You also tell him about the concerts you have attended, the ones you have worked on, how you are drawn to the artistry of it all.  He listens intently, eyes never leaving yours. 

Then, he shares his own journey—his struggles, his passion, the moments that made him fall in love with music all over again.

“You know, when I started out, I had no idea what I was doing,” he admits with a small chuckle, leaning back against the vinyl shelves. “I mean, I loved music, but I didn’t think I’d ever actually make something people would listen to.”

You tilt your head, intrigued. “So what changed?”

He exhales, glancing down at a record in his hands. “I met people who believed in me more than I did. And eventually, I had to start believing too.” He looks up at you then, a quiet intensity in his gaze. “It wasn’t easy, though. I’ve had moments where I wanted to quit, where I thought maybe I wasn’t good enough. But every time I step on stage, every time I write something that actually means something to me… it reminds me why I started.”

You watch him, the way his fingers tap lightly against the record’s cover, the way his voice carries that underlying passion. “That’s incredible,” you murmur. “I think that’s why I love music so much. It’s raw. It’s real. And it connects people in ways nothing else can.”

A small smile plays on his lips. “Exactly.”

There’s an understanding between the two of you, something unspoken yet deeply felt.

Before the night ends, he tugs you toward a small photo booth tucked away in a side street.

“Come on, let’s make it official. Proof that I was the best New York tour guide,” he jokes, but there’s a softness in his gaze.

Inside, the space is small, forcing you both closer than before. The first picture is casual, both of you grinning. The second, a silly face-off. The third? A little more still. You are both just… looking at each other, lips parted slightly, something lingering in the air between them. And the fourth—well, he doesn’t hesitate to throw an arm around you, pulling you just a tad bit closer.

When the strip of photos prints out, you take one, he keeps the other. Neither of you say much about the moment, but you both know something has shifted.

The city starts to feel quieter as he walks you back to your hotel. You both stop just outside the entrance of your hotel, the hum of the streets still buzzing around them. He shifts on his feet before finally speaking up.

“I had a good time today,” You smile. You meant it.

“Me too. Had the best time,” Jungkook looks in your eyes. The kind of look that says he doesn’t want to let go. You knew that because you were feeling the same way.

And then,

“___” He calls out your name and you look at him.

He seems nervous when he says this. “Can I take you out for real? Once we’re in Seoul?” His voice holds a mix of hesitation and confidence, as if he already knows the answer but still wants to hear it from you.

Is this really happening?

Then, after a beat, he adds, “I know this is fast, but I just… I don’t know, I want to explore whatever this is.”

You don't reply immediately, just look at him, your heart pounding against your ribs. Then, with a shy nod, you managed to say, “Yeah. Me too,”

A slow smile spreads across his face.

He looks even more endearing with this genuine smile of his.

Guess you both were the kind of people who wanted to take risks and not have regrets later.

He leans in, pressing a soft peck against your cheek before pulling back.

“Goodnight.”

And just like that, he walks away, leaving you standing there with your fingers grazing the spot where his lips had been, your heart still racing, your mind already replaying the night over and over again.

A week later, you wake up with a text. The kind of text that makes you gushy like a teenager.

And before you could respond to him, you received another text. a series of texts rather.

While the two of them continued to bicker, you had to reply back to him.

Maybe love really doesn’t disappear. Maybe it just reverbs—waiting for the right moment to be heard again.

And maybe it was finally your time.

© foreignjaykay, 2025.

[sevenf1ng3rs]

His Burden: Chapter 21

Chapter 21: I have an idea

You and Namjoon spend a few more days in the resort, eating good food, swimming, and most importantly, getting up to no good in the bedroom. As soon as you arrive home, however, you go into full-blown wedding planner mode.

"Ok, so we need to pick a venue, a dress, decorations, guest list..." Maddie starts rambling.

"Oh my god, I didn't realize how exhausting this would be, maybe I should just call it off," you say jokingly, running your hands down your face.

"Shut up," Maddie says, rolling her eyes and kicking your shin.

"Wednesday we're going dress shopping, Friday cake tasting, and Saturday venues," Maddie states, ticking off the events on her fingers

"So soon?"

"It's now or never; you're not getting any younger, you know," she says seriously.

"Thanks for that. Also, I think Namjoon and I were gonna look at venues together,"

"Okay, whatever you want. Now show me that ring again," Maddie says while grabbing your hands, the both of you squealing over it for the millionth time.

—

Wednesday afternoon rolls around, and you, Maddie, and your mother go to look at dresses.

"These are pretty," Maddie says.

There are hundreds of white dresses lining the store, multiple mannequins adorned in white elegant fabric. You see beaded dresses, lace dresses, and silk dresses, but you can't imagine yourself in any of them, feeling extremely bored by each one.

"They're okay, not really my style," you pick the fabric of a dress between your fingers, dropping it almost immediately after.

"What about these," your mom says, pointing out another group of dresses across the store.

"I don't know, maybe?" you sigh barely giving them a glace, not feeling a connection with anything in the store.

"No, there can't be any maybe's, you have to love it," Maddie says, holding you by the shoulders.

"You're right," you sigh, feeling overwhelmed and dropping your head onto her chest.

You look at dresses all day hoping to find "the one". You try on a few that Maddie and your mom like, but none of them really pique your interest.

"I think we should try again another day," you say, tired.

"I think you're right," Maddie agrees.

"Whatever you want sweetie," your mom replies, seemingly recalling her days of looking for a dress.

"I've got to go, but text me when you're free," Maddie blurts out, looking up from her phone and hurrying to get her stuff together to rush out of the store.

Probably another booty call.

"Want me to make you some tea at mine?" you turn to face your mom.

"That would be wonderful," she smiles, happy to spend time with her daughter.

You and your mother head back to Namjoon's apartment, your mother staring in awe at the luxury of it. He's at work most of the time, so the house feels kind of empty during the day. You are glad to have your mom with you, even if just for today.

"Here's your tea," you sit down next to your mom on the couch.

"Thank you, sweetheart,"

"No problem, it's great being able to see you more often now that my only job is planning this wedding," you joke, missing your time at the shop deep down.

"I'm just so happy that you're happy," your mom takes a sip of her tea, leaning against the back of the couch.

"What was your wedding like Mom?" you fold your legs underneath you, turning to face her.

"Well we did it in our old vacation house in Vermont, remember that one?"

"Yeah I miss that place," nostalgia fills you up at the memory.

"Here, I have some photos, wanna see?"

"Yes, I need some inspiration," you laugh.

Your mom brings up an album in her phone of pictures from her wedding. Your mom sparkles in each photo, the whole event quaint but magnificent. You can only hope your own wedding will be as beautiful as hers.

"Wow, your dress was beautiful," you stop her at a photo of your parents at the altar, zooming in to look at the details of the dress.

"Was? It still is," your mom chuckles.

"You still have it?" you pause, looking up at her.

"Yup, I can bring it by sometime and you can try it on if you'd like,"

"That would be amazing, thank you, Mom," you hug her, thankful to have her by your side through this process.

You and your mother chat for a while about the wedding and what she's been up to before she starts yawning and claiming it's past her bedtime. You call her an Uber, seeing her out of the house and hugging her goodbye before sitting in the house, once again by yourself.

—

Later that week, you and Namjoon go to look at wedding venues. You visit an art museum, a garden, a chapel, and even an aquarium, but just like the dress shopping none of them feel right.

"Are you having fun?" Namjoon asks, plastering a smile onto his face.

"Yes... but to be honest I don't see us getting married at any of these places,"

"Thank god, me neither," he sighs, his shoulders relaxing.

"I have an idea, but I don't know if you'll like it,"

"What is it?" he stops to turn towards you, grabbing your hand in his.

"Well, I'm going to be wearing my mother's dress, and well, I was wondering if you wanted something from your family to remember our wedding by?" You toy with his fingers as you speak, anxious to propose the idea.

"Like what," he asks, stilling your fingers with his other hand.

"Maybe we should have the wedding at your childhood home?"

Namjoon looks down at his feet in contemplation, his brows furrowed.

Oh shit, maybe I shouldn't have said anything.

"It's ok we can just do something else," you backtrack, starting to pull your hand out of his.

Namjoon grasps your hand tighter and snaps his head up at you, revealing his smiling face.

"I love it."

[haileyjikai]

Prince Au I 8/?

👑

[jeonverselol]

unspoken (m) - jjk

Pairing: photographer jk x event planner y/n

a/n: lmao first of all I don’t know shit about planning events I’m sorry but let’s just pretend that this is how things work. also this is my first ever fic be nice y’all. 

Summary: you and Jungkook were not just friends but none of y’all really addressed it so the tension between you two just grew and you played along with it but as things get heated, Jungkook finally finds the need to address the unspoken situationship you two have after feeling like someone might be taking his invisible spot.

Word count: 11.1k (lol I’m sorry)

genre: smut, fluff? friends-to-lovers

Notes/warnings: f2l, mentions of blackpink members, mentions of all other bts members, tattoed jk, pierced jk, big dick jk, clit play, squirting, doggy style, degradation (let’s face it don’t we all secretly love this a little too much), blowjob, possessive jk, jealousy, choking, cunnilingus, daddy kink, hand kink? exhibition kink? unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it guys), cum play? pure filth (I’m sorry I’ll be drowning in my sins now)

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You and Jungkook were never just friends. Not lovers, not acquaintances but stuck in the middle of something complicated and unspoken. Like many unspoken things, there seemed to be this barrier and set of rules you two have made for yourselves even though none of you have explicitly made it so.

Both of you texted every day, called each other almost every day, never saw anyone else apart from each other and never intended to see anyone else. But the thing is, it’s only complicated because you two made it so. It was clear to everyone that you two had feelings for each other without the need to point it out, but whenever you two get asked questions about your relationship status, none of you seemed to put a proper label on it.

The nature of your relationship slash friendship could last for as long as you two wanted it to. In the eyes of those who don’t know, you two are in fact just two single people. For you two, you knew there was something more but chose to be in denial. Call it cowardice, or maybe egoistic but none of you even made the effort to address the overpowering tension between you two. Jungkook and you seemed to let it be and when the overbearing questions come at either of you, you would either steer the question somewhere else or shrug it off.

However, that invisible string that attached you two was soon challenged when Jungkook saw another man take his invisible spot.

-

“Hey Y/N, take a look at this and let me know what you think of it. We need this to be absolutely perfect for the Vante show,” Namjoon says as he passes few pieces of paper to you before taking another stack of files and going through it.

Being an event planner, your job is far from easy. While everyone assumes all that you do is book a place, put up decorations and music, it requires much more intricate details and thorough planning. Despite wanting to quit a few times, you held it in for a few years and soon rose the ranks to call the shots yourself.

As soon as you make it past the first page, Namjoon chimes in as if he remembered something important, “Oh and I forgot to tell you, they’ve decided this morning that they want Jungkook’s company to handle the photography side of things.”

Ears chirping up at the name of your favourite person, you feel a smile creep your lips and your mood instantly became better after knowing that you two will be working together for the event.

“Oh, is that so?” You played it cool. Namjoon looks up from his glasses upon hearing your remark. “Very much so. Taehyung came back with the call just half an hour ago, he saw the portfolios and thought Jungkook’s was the best to capture the whole vibe of the gala.” You never doubted that once. Kim Taehyung is the hottest shit in the art world right now and this event is supposed to be a major leap in his career and to know that Jungkook and his team will be a part of this along with you made you extremely excited.

“Since he’s your boyfriend, do you want to handle that part of the plans? I’m kind of swamped with the caterers and I still have to check up on the guest list… which is driving me insane,” you can see his eyebrows furrow and chest heaving at the thought of the workload.

Boyfriend. That strange yet familiar word that seems to remind you how obvious you two are close to one another, yet you can’t seem to bring yourself to admit that there’s something more to it. What if he is just being super friendly? What if he’s just being flirtatious with no intention? What if you overthought things? In the two years you’ve known each other and the six months these remarks have been thrown at you two, you spent countless times wondering what to make of the two of you, yet you had zero guts to actually address the issue so you just let it be. Some might say you’re just content with your situation-ship but honestly, you’re just scared you’ve misread the whole situation in the first place. To avoid the humiliation and a possible loss of friendship, you’ve erected this invisible barrier when it came to this issue.

“Y/N?” Your head perked up when you heard your name and then remembered his question. “Oh yeah um, actually, how about you let me deal with the guest list and you can handle the photographers. I’ve been going through the list for quite some time anyway.”

As if you’ve said something weird, Namjoon narrows his eyes at you for a millisecond, finding it odd you don’t want to deal with your ‘boyfriend’ but brushed it off thinking you probably don’t want to mix business and your personal life together. Also, he was just glad he could get out of dealing with the most hectic part of plans.

“Okay, I would actually love that. Just make sure you get the RSVPs from the VIP section. Most of them are Taehyung’s friends but some are potential investors so put in extra effort on that.”

The two of you have been hand-in-hand in dealing with this event but Namjoon has been at it longer than you. Despite being your superior, colleague and friend, he’s very open into hearing ideas and is pretty much the coolest superior you can ask for. So, when you got roped in the Vante project and Namjoon made you his right-hand, you were pretty excited for your first major event in your new position.

“Got it boss.” You remarked with a smile, emphasising on the last word. Namjoon chuckled at the use of the name ‘boss’ considering he never insisted on being called that.

Just then you felt your phone vibrate on your desk. Peering over your phone your heart made flips at the sight of “Jungkookie” and excused yourself to attend to your phone outside of your working space.

“Hey Kook,” you chimed as you answered your phone.

“Hey princess. Am I disturbing?” There it is, one of the many nicknames he called you. Though you realised he’s never used it on anyone else, you were still reluctant in drawing any conclusions about his flirting. Rather, you just let yourself immerse in the fun of it all.

“No not at all, I got a few minutes, just taking a break. This Vante stuff is really jamming my brain. Namjoon’s aiming for things to be done by this week. Fingers crossed.”

Unbeknownst to you, Jungkook was smiling stupidly at the other of the phone call, he loved it when you talk about work. Some people may find it weird, but he’d listen to anything that comes out of your mouth. “Oh yeah? Speaking of Vante, Namjoon emailed me then texted me to read the email a second after it was sent –“ you rolled your eyes upon hearing that because that was just typical Namjoon behaviour, always on the clock for everything “- that Taehyung has agreed to my team headlining the photography and videography for the event.” You could hear the happiness in his voice.

“Namjoon literally told me about it 10 minutes ago. Congratulations Kookie! Can’t wait to get this event rolling so we can finally get some rest over it.” You sighed dramatically.

Jungkook lets out a hearty chuckle. “Thank you, princess. We still on for drinks tonight?” As soon as he said that you were reminded about the plans you two made a few days ago with your group of friends.

“Oh yeah sure but I’ll be a little late. Just a little bit, because I need to wrap up some stuff here. See you and the guys there?”

Your recent tardiness to the weekly after-work session at the pub with your friends Hoseok, Jimin, Lisa and Jennie (and Jungkook, of course) became a thing ever since the Vante event planning and instead of pushing back the usual time set, you just decided to inform everyone you’ll show up later than usual, giving them a head start while you make your late entry.

You knew what he was going to say but you always made the same suggestion anyway.

“Nonsense. I’ll pick you up, just text me what time and I’ll come get you babe.” Another nickname that gave you butterflies and at the same time made you nauseous as to whether it ever meant anything.

“Hmm okay just meet me downstairs at 7, I should be done by then.”

After a few giggles and flirting, you ended the call and decided to go back to work. Going through your list of tasks you began working and ticking a number of it off the list. The plan took months to mould and you were glad you’re now left with the menial yet still important tasks. and before you know it you craned your neck up and the clock showed 6.45pm. Deciding you got enough work done for the day you began packing your things and switched off the lights of your office on your way out since Namjoon took his leave earlier to work at home. As you head down the lobby, your eyes lit up at the figure in front of you at the waiting area.

Donning a short sleeve shirt, showcasing his impeccable sleeve tattoo, pants that hug his thighs in ways that kept your eyes glued to them, hair slicked back with a few loose strands over his forehead, you’re just amazed this man even gave you his attention in the first place. Thumb scrolling through his phone, his head perked up with a smile as he notices you coming towards his direction. Damn that lip piercing, you thought, why the fuck is he so hot?

He stands up and tucks his phone into his pocket as he takes two long strides towards you enveloping you in a hug. “Hey you’re early. Have you been waiting for long?” You say as you wrapped an arm around his waist.

“Just 10 minutes, traffic was clear today, so I managed to reach a little early.” Lies. He had to wrap up work fast and leave before the rush hour so that he could see you on time. He probably reached a little too early and decided to plop on the couch in the lobby and even squeezed in a whole episode of Friends.

“Okay, let’s get going.” You smiled as he took your bags and files for you and led you to his car.

- 

“Dude I’m telling you I can’t believe she said that shit,” said an exasperated Lisa, probably with one-two many pints, as she goes on about her shithead of a boss.

“She’s just jealous you’re doing her job better than her,” Hoseok remarks as he sips on his beer. Agreeing with Hoseok, you raised your quarter pint of Guinness before downing it, “I have to say Hoseok’s right about that.”

“I still can’t believe you drink that shit,” says Jimin sipping on his Kronenbourg, gesturing at your dark malty beverage of choice. “It’s an acquired taste, not for the weak ones.” You rolled your eyes at him jokingly, laughter erupting from your friends right after.

With an arm around your chair and the other holding his bottle of beer, Jungkook laughs with you. You never fail to notice the small things he does, the shoulder touches, the arms looping over your chair, the closeness of your face. He laughs at everything you say even when it isn’t that funny, he picks you up and drops you home when he lives on the opposite side of town. Sarcastically you begin to wonder wow does he look like my boyfriend?

“Yah Jungkook, how’s that thing with the Vante project? Any luck?” Jennie inquires, sipping on her gin and tonic, heavy on the gin considering how her firm has been roped into the project last minute as well in terms of advertising.

“Just got the call today from Namjoon, I’m in,” Jungkook says as tugs you closer, raising his glass to cheers with the rest. You feel the closeness once again and perhaps it’s because you’re on your third pint with the lack of dinner, you’re a little tipsy and you honestly just want to drown in his cologne and do unspeakable things to your boyfriend who isn’t your boyfriend.

The night goes by as usual, with the rest of you talking about work, gossip, laughing about memories that pop up, and Jungkook occasionally leaning in to press his cheek on your temple. He noticed how you were rubbing your arms and pulled you in closer, urging you to lean in so that he could transfer some of his body heat to you. And you still wonder why people think he’s your boyfriend? Might as well send out wedding invitations already. 

Sensing your insides are turning too much due to the proximity between your bodies, you excuse yourself to go to the washroom. Looking at your own reflection, you sigh at the thought of you not meaning anything to Jungkook and that this was all just some sick act you have engrossed yourself in for far too long. Call yourself pessimistic or perhaps just insecure, you somehow never inclined to the possibility of Jungkook actually liking you like that. One may call you stupid for thinking like that despite the blatant boyfriend-like gestures Jungkook’s been doing but hey, better to not have expectations so that you won’t be disappointed am I right?

Tossing the paper towel into the trash can, you opened the door intending to head out but gasped at the sight of the tattooed boy in front of you. “Jesus, Kook, you scared me.” You tried to laugh it off, but Jungkook seemed a little nervous for some reason.

“Sorry about that, just checking up on you.” You quirked an eyebrow, all you did was went to the washroom. Jungkook sensed that you were itching for him to say more so he came a little closer to you. “It’s getting late, the girls suggested you stay over with me.”

You opened your mouth, but nothing came out. The girls suggested – okay you thought, maybe he’s just following through with the concerns of Lisa and Jennie. I mean, the first time you stayed over Jungkook’s was after an event near his place, per his impromptu suggestion considering it was 2am and that it made no sense for you to travel home alone. You completely knocked out after 10 minutes of laying on his bed and he slept next to you, no arms around you or anything, just too chickened out to trespass your invisible barrier.

“Oh okay. Yeah that sounds great, your house is closer anyway and it’s – “, looking at your watch you’re shocked to see the time. “- oh my god it’s 12am already?” You swore you felt like you just got here. The late nights at work have really taken a toll on you.

Chuckling, Jungkook loops his hand around your waist and walks you back to the table. “Yeah, it’s late, just come back to mine babe, it’s a Friday anyway, I’ll send you back home tomorrow if you want.” There it is again with the ‘if you want’. You have heard that way too many times and you have started to think that he has no intention of taking it further. No of course I don’t want to fucking go home if you gave me the choice, you thought. Instead of saying what you wanted, you just went with “Sounds good.”

-

After bidding goodbye to your friends, who knowingly created the sleepover situation for you both because the both of you are just losers, you went your separate ways and you followed Jungkook to his car. The ride to his place was quiet but also loud. Quiet in that you two barely engaged in any conversation but listened to the soft R&B tunes playing over the speaker, loud in the sense that your heart was beating so fast at the thought of spending the night.

In just 20 minutes, you two reached Jungkook’s apartment and once again, you feel the invisible barrier between you two starting to break. Will tonight be the night it breaks? Or will you two cowards waste another opportunity to address the elephant in the room again?

The journey to his apartment was short and as you enter his apartment, you’re happy to see the familiar sight of his place. Minimalistic yet full of details that said ‘Jungkook’, the random photos on the wall, probably from a recent shoot, dumbbells over by the couch, he was probably watching something and lifting as usual, unfolded clothes at the armchair, he probably took in the laundry yesterday and was too lazy to sort them out.

The sound of his keys hit the wooden countertop in his foyer, bringing your attention back to him. “You know where everything is, just make yourself comfortable and you can pick out anything you want from my closet. Once you’ve showered, I’ll just put your clothes in the washing machine and you can wear them tomorrow,” says Jungkook as he dropped your files and bag at the dining table. You nodded at him with a smile and went towards his room over to the attached bathroom.

“Oh, and I got you this,” he handed you a makeup remover, a generic brand but does the work, and a moisturiser. “The last time you were here you woke up talking about how you can’t believe you slept with your makeup on, so I got you this,” he casually says as you stared at him dumbfounded.

How the fuck does one just do stuff like this and expect you to not pounce on him and ask him to be your boyfriend? You held back the thoughts in your head and gave him a hug, thanking him for the sweet gesture. But honestly you just wanted to cry tears of joy knowing someone went out of his way to do something like this for you and also cry tears of sadness because he’s not your actual boyfriend. Who cares right? Just bask in the moment while you can.

After the both of you washed up, Jungkook welcomed you to his bed and enveloped his arms around you. Well that’s some progress, he thought, compared to the last time he didn’t even get to hug you. He smiled at your choice of attire, a black tee of his and boxers. Then his mind went elsewhere as he scanned your legs, he knew for a fact you weren’t wearing underwear and a bra considering he put it in the laundry. His hand around your waist itched to go lower but he restrained himself.

With his arms around you, your heart started to beat really fast. Both of you seemed to do things that friends don’t usually do yet never took it fully up a notch. The ambiguity surrounding your feelings made the barrier bigger and both of you had no idea what the other truly felt. You two were willing to play along with the idea of being more than friends so there was no explanation as to why the two of you remained the cowards you two were. Jungkook basked in the scent of you, liking the way you smelled just like his shower gel, his face wash – just like you were his. There were so many things Jungkook wanted to do with you and for you but you were too oblivious to notice the heart eyes he has whenever he was around you and he was too scared to do something in case you didn't want him to. You being in his arms, on his bed, just felt too domestic and Jungkook never wanted this night to end. 

He never failed to notice the way your friends tried to constantly loop you two together or created opportunities for you two to be alone. He wasn’t dumb, he could see through their intentions like how Hoseok and Jimin seemed to assign unspoken designated seats next to Lisa and Jennie, leaving you two to always sit next to each other, or the time that Hoseok casually told Jungkook to bring you as a date to his company event, or how Jimin didn’t stop anyone from referring to you as Jungkook’s girlfriend the entire night you two joined him at a family event. The most recent one was tonight, where Lisa and Jennie casually exaggerated how it was dangerous for girls to head home alone at a time like this, the fact that your house was rather far and you did not have a car. After dragging the topic for a bit, Lisa casually nudged Jungkook and practically commanded that he let you stay over at his place tonight, the reason being their places were too ‘messy’. Assuming his friends were just playing Cupid, he decided to indulge in Lisa's idea, mostly because the idea of you being alone with him in the comfort of his own place was far too tempting to resist.

As Jungkook brought you closer to his chest, you put your arm over his torso and Jungkook took that as a sign to test the waters. He hovered his lips over your head, and the fingers that were on your waist started to caress your side. He planted a kiss on top of your head, secretly rejoicing within for making that first tiny step yet terrified that you might not want it. He felt you stiffen against his hold, then felt you relax in his arms again. He decided to take your reaction positively and continued to pepper kisses on your head.

“What are you doing?” He broke off from his trance and looked down to see you facing him, eyes boring into his with a hint of something which he can’t seem to place. “I’m sorry, do you not like it?” He was ready to set himself on fire, book a flight to some obscure part of the world and change his name because at the very moment, if he read you wrong then he is as good as dead.

“No… I...” You see a frown on his face, his eyes starting to widen, and you sat up this time to properly face him. “I mean, I do… I like it.” Oh fuck my life, you thought. Why can’t just say what I want?

Just then, you see an unreadable expression form on his face. Before you could say anything, his lips crashed on yours and your eyes widen in shock. His arms snake around your waist to bring you closer and you relax in his touch and kissed him back just as passionately.

The kiss was anything but gentle, Jungkook kissed you like a starved man and his arms were tight around you, almost fearing you might go away. Fuck it, he thought. He was not going to pretend that neither of you wanted this. Your arms find its way to his neck and you shifted to straddle him, with your legs each side of his thick thighs. Jungkook moaned at the new position and his tongue found its way into the cavern of your mouth, darting in with a groan. You moaned at the way his tongue touches yours and you began to grind your hips against him. Feeling a bulge forming, a wonton moan escapes your mouth and Jungkook cups your ass and brings your centre closer to his.

Breaking off the kiss to catch your breaths, you and Jungkook stare at each other, foreheads connected and chest heaving. None of you could find the right words to say, but you knew there was some explaining to do. The barrier you two have built was now crumbling and it was time to face reality.

Or so you thought.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” Your body stiffens at the sentence and the use of your first name. You wanted to die. All you could do was prepare for the humiliation you were about to face. Your arms began to untangle from his neck, but Jungkook held you tighter. “No it’s just, I really want you.”

Oh. You looked at him confused, not knowing why he felt the need to clarify it when it was so obvious you wanted him too. “It’s just that I won’t hold back once you let me.”

You feel your pussy clench at his words. You were pretty sure there was a damp spot on the boxers you were wearing now. “What if I don’t want you to hold back?” You bit your lip as you placed your palms on his broad chest, slowly moving it up to the base of his neck.

“I mean it, princess.” His voice was low, and his gaze was full of lust. You stared at those dark brown orbs and leaned in, your lips teasing his, “And I mean it Kook. Don’t hold back.” You emphasised the last three words and that was all it took for Jungkook to flip you over and crash his lips onto yours once again. You moaned into the kiss once more, this time completely drowned in the roughness. Teeth clashing, tongues touching, you arch your back to feel more of him.

Jungkook growled and left a trail of wet kisses down the side of your neck before sucking on spot right near your collarbone. He traced his fingers down your (his) shirt and tugged it upwards to reveal your bare chest. He cupped your tits and sucked on your left nipple while his fingers toyed with the other. You tried to lift your knee to touch his bulge, but he pinned both your legs down harshly. “I’m having it my way today. I want to make you feel good baby girl.” He was not letting months of sexual tension go to waste. He's spent countless times jerking off to the thought of you, wondering what your body would taste like, the skimpy bikinis you wore on vacations left little to his imagination and the way you moved your hips on the dance floor carved a definite memory in his brain.

You feel a gush of wetness in between your legs at his words, liking the way he was behaving right now. He was still the sweet Jungkook you knew but you could tell that he’s going to be anything but sweet tonight. He wanted to wreck you in every way possible but tried his best to not go overboard.

Jungkook continued to suck on your nipples while his hand slips into your (his) boxers, he groaned at how wet you were. “Fuck princess, you’re already so wet and I barely did anything.”

He circled his finger around your clit, eliciting moans from you. You sounded like a fucking pornstar right now but he didn’t care. All he wanted was to make you cum. His lips went upwards to your neck and continued to suck your sweet spot. You knew that was going to bruise but you had the weekend off anyway. You whined as he stopped his actions to pull down the boxers, revealing your glistening pussy. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful baby.” He lapped on your entrance all the way up to your clit and sucked on it, causing you to jerk your body upwards. He spread your thighs apart and insert one finger in. You brought your hands up to palm your tits, pinching your nipples and Jungkook swore he could have nutted at the sight of you so desperate for him.

“That’s right baby girl. Touch those pretty tits for me.”

“More... Kook.” You whined. Jungkook inserted another finger and brought his thumb to circle your clit. “Such a fucking slut. You like that baby? Like it when my fingers are deep inside you?”

You nodded embarrassingly fast. “Yeah baby? Then you’re gonna love it when I stuff you with my cock.” He kept increasing the speed and you felt yourself reaching your high. “Kook, I’m gonna…”

“Let go for me baby, need you soaking wet to take my cock.” At the sight of you pinching your nipples, and Jungkook’s fingers fucking you, he decided to replace his thumb on your clit with his tongue. The combination of his fingers and his tongue was so good you could almost see stars. You felt a knot building in your lower half and Jungkook could feel you clenching around his fingers. As if you weren’t sensitive enough, Jungkook inserted a third finger and moved even faster than before. His sucked harsher on your clit and drew kitten licks on it.

“Oh my god don’t fucking stop!” You half-screamed and as if on cue, you feel your orgasm flowing through and as Jungkook pulls out his fingers, still giving kitten licks on your clit, you felt your orgasm gushing out uncontrollably. Jungkook switches his tongue with his thumb and slowly draws circles on your clit, letting you ride out your orgasm.

Seeing your body slumped on the sheets, he continued to slowly rub your clit until you started twitching. Your eyes finally opened after what seemed like minutes, staring at Jungkook with half-lidded eyes. “Holy shit. You fucking squirted all over me, princess.” Jungkook’s eyebrows furrowed and you can see the gaze in his eyes visibly darken. He took off his shirt and you made no effort to conceal the way you were staring at how much buffer he had gotten since the last time you ever saw him shirtless. The outline of his chest and abs, tattoos and the way his biceps flexed was almost unreal.

“I need you now baby.” He took off his boxers and your eyes widen at the sight before you. He was huge and thick. You almost salivated at the sight of what you knew was going to tear you apart. He palmed his dick and slowly pumped it. “Get on all fours baby.” You obeyed his command and you feel the tip of his dick at your entrance. Still sensitive from your intense orgasm, you whimpered when he entered your folds. “What baby? Don’t tell me you can’t take it?” He said, mocking you and the sounds you were making. “I’m going to ruin you princess.” He slowly pushed his length inside of you and you held your breath, trying to get used to his size. Once he was fully in, you adjusted yourself and told him to move.

Jungkook started to move, and he groaned at every thrust. “Fuck! Baby girl, you’re so tight.” He started to pick up speed and you feel yourself slumping deeper into the bed. Jungkook grabbed you by the neck and you arched your back towards him. You feel his palms at your throat and that made you even wetter and this didn’t go unnoticed by Jungkook. You loved the way he was manhandling you. “Oh what a fucking slut. You’re fucking made for me baby.” Jungkook said with every thrust. He started to pound harder and you feel him hit your spot in every possible way.

“Oh my god, right there! Right there… Kook!” You moaned in ecstasy at the way he was pounding inside you. He let go of your throat and his fingers came down to rub your clit while his other hand gripped your hips hard. You were sure that spot was going to bruise as well tomorrow.

“Fuck baby girl you’re so… fucking …” His words slurred as his hips snapped into yours and you felt his balls hitting against your pussy. Your walls clenched around him as you feel another orgasm approaching. “Kook I’m gonna cum again…”

“Fucking cum for me baby,” his fingers rubbed your clit faster and in a matter of seconds you clenched his dick real hard and your body fell into the sheets. Jungkook feels you gushing around his dick and growled. He wasn't going to last much longer.

“Where do you want me to cum baby?”

“Cum inside my mouth,” you pleaded and a string of curses leave Jungkook’s mouth. “Fuck you’re unreal.” You feel him slipping out of you and you turn around on all fours to face him. He pumps his dick and you take him in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip repeatedly. Soon you feel the hot spurts of liquid coat your mouth as Jungkook slowly thrusts your mouth to unload the rest. Once he’s done he pulls out of your mouth and he could swear he felt his dick twitch at the sight of you swallowing his cum.

“Fuck, you’re such a good girl.” He brings you in for a kiss and you two lay down to catch your breath.

Now that you two have broken the invisible barrier between you two, letting all sexual tensions break loose. You felt relieved that it happened but before you could speak you felt Jungkook leave your side to go to the bathroom. He came back with a washcloth and wiped the mess in between your legs. You winced at the contact, still sensitive from your high. “Come on babe, let’s go shower.” Before you could reply he hoisted you up and you giggled like a schoolgirl, loving the treatment you were getting.

The night went by better than you could have imagined, as you two lay on the newly-changed sheets, basking in each other’s scents and entertaining each other with sweet nothings. You two decided to just leave things unspoken, none of you addressing the new state of your relationship. After a few giggles and kisses, you two managed to squeeze in a few hours of deep sleep, with you in his arms this time.

The rest of the weekend seemed pretty normal, except for the morning after when Jungkook fucked you on the kitchen countertop and you sucking him off in the car ride home because you two just could not keep your hands off one another. It was like you two were making up for the months of teasing and sexual desire. He was reluctant to bid you goodbye once you reached home, clearly wanting to spend more time with you and just be in proximity with you all the time. You two parted after what seemed like half an hour of kisses and hand-holding.

-

With the week rolling by rather quickly, the Vante project was setting off to a good start. After countless sleepless nights and self-isolation, you managed to get everything done as planned. Despite not seeing Jungkook for a whole week, considering the busy schedule you two had for this upcoming event, you smiled knowing that everything was worth it as you two got to see each other and celebrate each other’s success at the night of the gala.

As the night of the gala approaches, you were more than excited to see your favourite person, whom you still weren’t even sure was your boyfriend or not, but you were determined to set the bar tonight now that there were no distractions. The red silk gown you wore hugged your body in all the right places, and the slit on the side showed just the right amount of your long legs. Cream silk gloves adorned your hands up to your elbows, secured with some statement gold jewellery. Your hair was tucked to one side in old Hollywood waves and heaps amount of hairspray. You make up was anything but simple considering the extravagant nature of the event. Taehyung never settles for less, just like in his art. This exhibition slash show could just be the Met Gala if you wanted it to be.

Arriving at the event earlier than the guests, you see Namjoon at the corner of the stage, speaking to the man of the night himself. Namjoon sported a black tuxedo with gold details, whereas Taehyung opted for a statement piece with hues of blue, beige and pattern. “Hey guys!” You walked over to the two as your lips, stained in Dior Rouge, etched into a smile, completely satisfied with how the plans turned out.

“Hey Y/N.” Namjoon gave you a friendly hug while Taehyung opted to kiss the back of your hand. “You look ravishing tonight Y/N. Not that you don’t in any other day.” Classic Taehyung, over the top with his compliments. “I have to say I can’t thank you guys enough for making my visions come true. This gala looks amazing, and I can’t wait for the night to get started.”

After exchanging a few words, you excused yourself to find your friend Jennie, who was at the front of the building, brushing up on the final touches with the posters. You squealed as you see your best friend, in a black gown with tweed details and a headband above her head, looking very much like a Chanel doll. “Jen!” Her face lights up upon hearing you and you see her waddling her way towards you. “Oh my god you look fucking hot!” She eyes you up and down. “Jungkook’s gonna get a heart attack.”

You blushed at the utterance of his name. Lisa and Jennie knew that you had feelings for Jungkook and while your friends never made it awkward for you two by putting your situationship under the spotlight, their efforts in breaking that barrier for you two were anything but subtle. “Speaking of Jungkook, have you seen him yet?” You inquired and Jennie looks around, “I think he should be setting up. He didn’t reply to the group chat so I’m guessing he must be preoccupied.” You nodded in agreement, yet your heart pounded at the thought of him already being in the same building as you.

Before you could make your way to find Jungkook, Namjoon pings you to go to the front, monitoring the reception to keep an eye on Taehyung’s VIP guests. You scurried your way to the giant entrance to greet the incoming guests. As the minutes go by, the place was starting to get filled up with a lot of guests, many who were art enthusiasts, some were friends of Taehyung, some were businessmen, and some were artists themselves hoping to meet the main man tonight.

About half an hour in, you see your friends Jimin, Hoseok and Lisa roll up, donning outfits that fit the gaudy vibe of the gala. You gave them each a hug as they congratulated you on the spectacular decoration and turnout of what would be the event of the year. “Champagne’s on the side! Go ham, we didn’t skimp on the budget. I’ll catch up with you guys in a bit,” you remarked as you ushered them in.

About 15 minutes later, you ticked off the last couple of guests for the evening and sighed in relief as everyone that was invited made it to the event tonight. Putting down the list, you were ready to go back in before you were surprised by a familiar voice.

“Look here, beautiful,” you turned around and smiled at the camera pointing towards you. As the sound of the camera goes off, you lunged forward to hug the one person you were waiting to see tonight. “You sure you’re not one of the pieces of art tonight?” He raised his eyebrow as he eyes you up and down, eyes on your legs a little longer before going back up to your face. “I could say the same about you,” you looked at the man before you, dressed in all black. He had a black turtleneck on, a little tight as you can almost trace the outline of his hard chest, black pants that accentuated his thighs, a black blazer and gold jewellery, on his hands, the one you so badly want on your throat. To top it off, he juxtaposed his gold clad hands with silver jewellery for his ear piercings, lip piercing, and brow piercing. His dark hair was slicked back, with a strand or two dangling at the front intentionally.

Shaking his head slightly, he had his arm around your waist and snuck a kiss to the side of your hair, careful not to ruin your hair and makeup. He guided you two into the building and as much as you two wanted to spend the night in each other’s embrace, you two needed to get to work. Jungkook apologised every two minutes to go take photos and before he could utter another apology, you told him to get work done first and that you’ll save a seat for him at the table. You and your friends circled the gala, taking the time to finally admire the pieces of art on the wall. You wandered a bit too far to the end, admiring a certain piece that seemed to catch your eye.

“Beautiful artwork,” a low voice greeted your ear. You turned around to see the face of a man you greeted not too long ago, remembering that he was one of the names on the VIP guestlist tonight. “It certainly is,” you responded with a smile.

“Glad you agree. Though the painting up on the wall could rival you as well,” you turned your head towards the man, eyes widening at the not-so-subtle pick-up line, before letting out a chuckle. “That was a good one,” you responded.

Mirroring your response, the man proceeded to hold his hand out, “Kim Seokjin.” You remembered his name and you also remembered the three little stars next to his name, signalling that he was probably one of the potential investors Taehyung was hoping to impress tonight. You accepted the handshake before introducing yourself. “Are you part of the organisers? I saw you at the front earlier.”

“Yes actually. I’m part of the team that planned the event,” you smiled politely.

“Excellent work, Y/N. This is honestly of the best exhibitions I’ve ever gone to. Everything looks amazing. So does the organiser herself.” You blush at the blatant flirtatious remarks and laughed it off. While you knew nothing much about the man himself, you knew he was a great businessman, having opened doors to several start-ups and aspiring artists. You knew his intentions with you were nothing but innocent icebreakers, so you played along. “Well Seokjin, if you really like the exhibition, you are going to love all the pieces of art here. The event is merely a reflection of Taehyung’s aesthetics.”

He smiled upon your remark and glanced at the artwork in front of him, taking his time to soak in the details. “I’m not a pro at art but I’m guessing by the turnout of the event, Taehyung is really someone I should pay attention to. I’ve seen the articles and his social media presence, so I am quite open to giving him the push he needs.” While Seokjin is no art critic or major enthusiast, his passion lies in helping those who need help. Starting from scratch, he managed to build his empire by himself and now that he is stable, all he wants to do is provide the same opportunities to those who struggled like him at the start. Based on the articles you’ve read about him, he was quite the philanthropist and has no plans in stopping his business from expanding. The feeling of success would really set in if a major investor like Seokjin were to take an interest in Taehyung’s work, considering how impressed he is with the set-up of the event. You wanted nothing more than everyone to reap the benefits of this amazing gala.

“Taehyung is definitely a great talent. He’s young and influential, and is constantly bursting with great ideas,” you say with hopes he would actually consider working with Taehyung. “I have no doubt about that,” he chuckles.

“Hey guys can we get a picture?” Your heads turn around to see Rose, a friend of yours that is part of Jungkook’s team. You smiled at Seokjin and Rose, replying with a curt sure thing. Seokjin pulled you closer to his side by your waist and your faces were absolutely close. To those who didn’t know, they might assume you were his date but to you, this was nothing more than an innocent picture, and to Seokjin, this was just among the many other pictures for the ‘gram.

Unbeknownst to you, a piercing gaze sets on the hand on your waist and the giggles that left your lips. Jungkook eyed the whole little transaction and was anything but pleased. Something ignited within him after seeing you being so close to someone that was not him, and it infuriated him even more to see you look at someone in ways that you looked at him. He could have sworn that you liked him back the way he liked you, but at the sight of seeing you so close to Seokjin, it made him feel like you were keeping your options open. Jumping into conclusions, he wanted nothing more but to yank you away and remind you that you belonged to him. It then occurred to him that he needed to do that before it was too late - before you truly expanded your options at the expense of the unspoken clarification of your situationship.

As you bid Seokjin goodbye, you turned around to see Jungkook taking long strides toward you. Your smile faded as you see the expression on his face, seemingly mad about something. “What’s wrong, Kook?” He grabbed your wrist and pulled you outside to the terrace of the building, which was rather empty considering how everyone went inside to feast on the food. You winced at the sharp tug of your wrist and hastily followed his lead, careful not to trip over your four-inch cream-coloured Manolo Blahniks. As soon as you reached the terrace he let go of your hand and faced you with eyebrows furrowed and his tongue pushing the inside of his cheek.

“Are you oka-? Your sentence was cut off with Jungkook looming over you, causing you to step back involuntarily before Jungkook held you in place with a tight grip on your waist. “What the fuck was that back there?” Your eyebrows furrowed at his question, not knowing what he was referring to.

“Don’t play dumb princess. I saw the way you were looking at Kim Seokjin,” he scoffed and then the realisation hit you, he misunderstood everything. Seeing your lips curling up, Jungkook got even more furious. “I’m not fucking playing Y/N. Are you into him?” Your lips instantly curved downwards, and the anger seeped into you as well, not taking it lightly with how he was sort of accusing you.

“What do you mean? I was just telling him about Taehyung’s work. He’s one of the fucking potential investors.” You pushed him back slightly and Jungkook took that with full offence. “Oh yeah? Seemed to be real cosy just now with his hands on your waist,” his grip on your waist tightened and you sensed that he was not going to back down. Edging him on, you decided to finally ask him, “What’s it fucking to you, Jungkook?” Upon hearing his name as opposed to his usual nickname, he was seething. Before he could say anything, his phone rang, and he let out a huff before picking it up.

“Yeah? Okay. Yeah coming. Wait for me,” Jungkook sighs and chucked his phone back into his pocket with a grunt. “We’re talking about this later. I’m taking you home.” He eyes you with an expression you’ve never seen before. You had never seen him this angry before. He let go of your waist before marching back to the building to continue working, not sparing you a glance any further. You scoffed at the entire incident and instead of putting your mind to it, you decided to go back in and enjoy the rest of the gala with your friends, keeping a mental note to make him explain his actions later.

The night went by with a speech from Taehyung himself, thanking the guests and everyone who took part in making the gala a success. The gala soon turned into a party an hour before the scheduled ending time. Slow R&B and trendy hip-hop songs blasted from the speakers, and everyone was boozed up from the bottomless champagne. The DJ of the night, Min Yoongi, was God-sent. Upon seeing the younger crowd and how the elder guests bid their goodbyes, he decided to switch up the vibe. The remaining guests made their way to the empty centre of the hall and soon created what seemed like an after-party. You and your friends were never ones to miss out on a good sweat to your favourite beats. Turns out, Kim Seokjin is an enthusiast when it came to Jack Harlow and Summer Walker as well – making his way to your group of friends for a few moves or two. Lisa and Jennie swayed their bodies from side to side, with their hands up in the air, mouthing to the lyrics of the song, with Hoseok and Jimin joining in circling their arms around their shoulders, just like the good old days in the club. Jumping into the circle, you swayed your hips from side to side, with the girls hyping you up. Seokjin soon joined in and just as he was about to put his hand on your shoulder, someone beat him to it as you felt a familiar set of arms circling your waist.

Jungkook’s breath hit your neck and Seokjin was anything but bothered, considering he had no ulterior intentions with you. He smiled at Jungkook and was greeted back with a fake smile, not that Seokjin would know. But Jungkook was not letting it go, he pulled you in closer and grinded his hips against yours. You felt your breath hitch at the contact and before you could turn around, Jungkook leaned in closer to whisper into your ear, “Don’t fucking move baby, unless you want me to fuck you in front of him.”

His words sent chills down your spine. This was the first time he’s ever said something like that to you and you couldn’t help but feel your insides bubble from the possessive tone of his voice. You relaxed in his touch and continued what you were doing. Everyone was too preoccupied to notice how Jungkook was practically dry humping you and glaring at Seokjin. In a few seconds, Yoongi spiced up his playlist with a little Chris Brown, with ‘Loyal’ making its way to everyone’s ears. Everyone’s position shifted and you could feel yourself being tugged towards Lisa and Jennie. The three of you continued to sway your hips, humming to the familiar tune. Soon you see Namjoon, his girlfriend Jisoo, Taehyung and Rose making their way towards you guys to join you.

Seokjin took the opportunity to slither his way into the circle and before Jungkook could barge into what seemed like a sacred Chris Brown circle, Seokjin slung his arm around your shoulders and as if it couldn’t get any worse, both of you just had to utter the lyrics “These hoes ain’t loyal”. It felt like something just convulsed inside of Jungkook, he needed to show everyone you were his. You caught Jungkook’s stare and just to further test him, you moved just a little bit closer to Seokjin but it looked way too close for Jungkook’s comfort. If it weren't for the dim lights, you would clearly see how his nostrils flared and jaw tightened at the sight of you pissing him off on purpose. He managed to make his way to where you were and pulled your back towards his chest. He left open kisses on your neck, not giving a shit to the eyes of whoever was looking. “You’re gonna fucking get it when we get home.” He muttered into the shell of your ear and drew kitten licks on it. You swore you felt your nipples harden and you would be lying if you said you weren't a little excited at the statement he made. You brought his hands a little higher to stop right below the curve of your breasts, the lights dim enough to shield what would seem to be an inappropriate gesture. You feel his warm breath on your neck and what felt like a smile. “Don’t test me, baby,” his voice as low as ever, as you pushed your hips back further. Everyone seemed too zoned in to notice you two. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you feigned innocence and decided to leave him hanging as you strut towards your group of friends with the intro of Salt-N-Pepa’s ‘Push It’ ringing from the speakers.

A few songs later, everyone agreed it was time to go home. You bid your friends goodbye and Seokjin thanked you, amongst others, for the night of his life after a long time. Lisa and Jennie hugged you goodbye and gave you a knowing look, almost wishing you good luck in officially breaking your barriers tonight. You and Jungkook made your way to his car and the ride home was silent. You didn’t utter a word fearing a fight might start and Jungkook was too angry to say anything. You rolled your eyes from time to time at how he wouldn't even spare you a glance. You looked away from him and faced the window, while Jungkook tightened his grip on the steering wheel, eyebrows facing downwards during the whole 25-minute journey.

As soon as you reached his apartment, you kicked off your heels that were basically torturing your feet tonight. You marched into his room to the dressing table and took off your jewellery and as soon as you begin tugging off your gloves, you looked up in the mirror to see an angry Jungkook charging towards you. He settled his arms around you, caging you as he gripped the table in front of you. You could see his chest heaving as he looked down at the floor. His mouth opened before closing to clench his jaw again,- as if trying to form the right sentences. He looked up at your reflection and you could feel him inching closer. You stared at his dark orbs through his reflection, scared to say anything that might piss him off even further.

“You like having the attention of other men?” He questioned you and your eyes widened and you shook your head. “What? No Jungkook what the fuck?” He wasn’t letting go of what happened. “Do I really need to spell it out for you that you’re mine?” He looks at you intensely. Your heart started beating really fast as you stared back at him. He placed his hands on your waist and you feel his face come closer to yours. You loved the sight you were seeing in the mirror,- as if you two were made for each other.

“Isn’t it obvious that I like you? And I thought it was fucking obvious I wanted you for myself, Y/N. I thought you liked me too the same way. I don’t know what went wrong but I thought we were exclusive. I’m yours and yours only, I’ve never thought of being with anyone else. I thought we were on the same page but tonight it just seemed like I’ve read the whole thing wrong.”

You were beyond stunned. Finally, the long-awaited clarification. You felt like you were on cloud nine upon hearing his words. You placed your palm over his hand. “Jungkook I like you and you only. Heck, whatever we’ve been doing… It’s clear that we don’t just like each other. I want you and you only.” You looked at him, with all seriousness in your tone as you told him how much he meant to you.1

His eyes soften at your words, but his hold on you tightened. “Yeah? You’ve always been my girl.” His insides almost exploded, finally getting to utter the words he’s been dying to say for the longest. Now that everything was out, you no longer felt any shame in what you had to say next.

“Then show me.” You responded with an eyebrow raised. 

He chuckled lowly, knowing full well what you were implying. He kissed your temple before he let go of you to bring a chair to sit in front of the full-length mirror on the other side of the room. He took off his blazer and his turtleneck and his belt. Toned muscular body and tattoos just for your eyes. He spread his legs wide and patted his lap. “Strip for me baby girl, and come here.” You did as you were told, slowly undressing, and you could see the bulge in his pants grow at the sight of your lacy undergarments. You loved the sight in front of you - a shirtless Jungkook was not going to hide the lust you had for him. “Take it all off, baby girl.” He palmed his crotch and instructed further with half-lidded eyes and a finger brushing his lips.

As you stripped off the last piece of clothing you had, you made your way towards him, wanting to straddle him but he turned you around and seated you on his lap with your back against his taut chest. You look at the sinful reflection in front of you. He spread your legs wider with his knees, groaning at the sight of you in front of him. He brought his palms to your tits, pinching your nipples, eliciting a moan from you. You tried to close your legs but he pushed it further with his knees. He sucked on a spot on your neck, before letting his hands glide down from your tits to your wet heat.

“Fuck baby girl, always so ready for me.” He growled at the touch of your damp pussy. He circled your clit slowly and you moaned in delight. With one hand on your tit, and the other on your clit, he stared at your reflection, proud of the position you were in. He smirked at the fact that he was the only one that got to see you like this. “Can you squirt for me like last time princess?” The question sounded more like an order.

“I… I don’t know, that was the first time I’ve ever done that…” Your shy response only further inflated his ego. To know that he was the one that caused it caused his pants to tighten further.

He circled your clit faster and felt your wetness coat his tattoo-clad fingers, he slipped two fingers and you moaned at the contact. He pumped his fingers fast and you closed your eyes at the sensation building up. “Open your fucking eyes baby.” He said as he slid his other hand up to your throat, wanting you to look at the mess you are for him. As you opened your eyes, you were so amazed at the ways your bodies were connected. He stared at you through the mirror with lust-filled eyes, your legs spread wide for him on his lap, as his fingers fuck you into oblivion. You did your best to keep your eyes open, the lewd sight in front of you further fuelling your insides. 

His thumb circled your clit as he continued to pump into you. He altered his speed and had you wanting more of his touch. He continued to spew dirty words into your ears, praising you for being such a good little girl for him.

“That’s it baby girl, so fucking good for me. You wanna cum for me?” Effortlessly, he had you in the palm of his hand, literally and figuratively.

“Yes, yes daddy! Fucking yes, don’t stop!” He almost stops at the way you called him daddy. You were his sexual fantasies incarnated and he was sure you were meant for him at this very moment. As if you were a fucking angel from heaven, he increases his speed and at the sound of his new favourite nickname. 

“Yeah? You’re daddy’s good little slut aren’t you? Cum for daddy, show daddy how much you love his fingers.” His hold on your throat tightened and his insane speed in finger-fucking you almost throws you off the edge. His dirty talk fuelling your orgasm even more as you feel a knot form in your lower half.

“Don’t stop! Don’t stop daddy!” You begged him as you feel your orgasm approaching. In a matter of seconds, you reach your high and liquid gushes out of you as his fingers leave your pussy to rub your clit fast. Jungkook groans at the sight of you squirting all over his bedroom floor, and he’s even more turned on when he sees the remnants of your orgasm staining his mirror. As you gauge your breathing and finally open your eyes, you see Jungkook leaving wet kisses on your neck. 

"Showed you well, didn’t I? You're all mine, princess. My fucking girl," he said lowly before biting your neck. He brought his fingers up and tapped your lips, and you opened them and sucked his fingers off, eyes not leaving his. “Fucking made for me.” He groans at the way your tongue circles his wet fingers and swiftly gets up planting your feet on the floor. 

He hoists you up and places you on the bed, before getting rid of his pants and boxers. His cock springs up to his abdomen, the tip red and angry, almost as if it was suffocating from the tight constraints of his clothing. 

You got on all fours and made your way to his cock, quickly grabbing his length and swirling your tongue over his tip. “Fucking hell princess, warn me next time.” He growled at the unexpected gesture from you.

You moaned in delight and sucked on his cock like a popsicle. You toyed with his balls and that seemed to elicit a high pitched groan from him. “Baby girl so cock-hungry?” He asks and all you do is hummed as you continued sucking is cock, putting it deeper into your throat before choking and releasing it. He grabbed a fistful of your hair before thrusting his cock back into your mouth, keeping a steady pace has he fucks your face.

You bring your fingers to your clit to get off and Jungkook pushes his cock deeper inside you. “Fucking perfect, your mouth is … Oh god…” He can’t even finish his sentence as you suck his tip. Jungkook feels himself on the verge of his orgasm so he moves himself away from your mouth and pushes you downwards towards the bed. “I’m going to cum inside you only.” He says as he starts rubbing your sensitive clit, and you feel a second orgasm coming.

He brings his tongue down to your pussy and his tongue prods into your entrance before he sucks your clit harshly, earning a high-pitched moan from you. He continues to work his tongue on your pussy and soon you felt your second orgasm setting in and you twitch as he places a kiss on your clit.

Jungkook fucking loves the way you were sprawled in front of him right now, all fucked out and soaking wet. “Daddy’s gonna need you to come one more time on his cock, princess.” Your eyes opened at the remark and you see him flipping you on all fours, ass up face down, before his cock slowly enters you.

“Fuck how are you still so tight?!” He groans in pleasure. “Fuck me hard daddy.” You urged him. He began to move fast and the room was filled with groans, moans and grunts alongside skin slapping sounds. You pleaded for him to fuck you faster and he complied with your request.

“Daddy’s good little slut…” He says as he brings his hands down to smack your ass. You moaned at the slap and played with your clit. He spanks you once more and rubs the redness that was forming on your skin. “My fucking perfect angel. You're so good to daddy.” He grabbed your hips and began thrusting harder into you. 

You don’t know how but you felt another orgasm approach you in your sensitive state. Your walls clenched around Jungkook’s cock and seconds later your third orgasm washes over you, making you slump into the sheets, a sight so familiar to Jungkook already. He feels his orgasm approaching and increased his speed.

“I’m gonna cum, princess,” Jungkook says with a low grunt. “Cum inside me please daddy.” You begged him and he lost it. Soon you felt hot spurts of cum coat your walls and his pace slowed down. You two moaned at the feeling and panted as Jungkook rides out his orgasm. 

He slowly pulled out his cock and hungry eyes set on the string of white liquid that followed through. He couldn’t help it but gather it with his fingers and pushed it back into your cunt, earning a whimper out of you. “Fuck baby, you’re so fucking hot with my cum in you. Just let me play with you for a bit.” His eyes were glued to your pussy possessively, wanting you to be full of his cum. He’s dreamt of this for so long and now that it’s happening right in front of him, he can’t help but push his cum back into you.

Your breath quickened and Jungkook took that as a sign that you wanted more. He inserted another finger and slowly fucked his cum back into you. You pushed your ass towards him, urging him to go faster. With how soaked you were, you only needed a little bit to reach you high.

“Fucking slut just can’t get enough can you?” He mocks you as he continues to push his fingers back in. You played with your nipples and you nodded. “Want you daddy, wanna cum again.”

He threw his head back at the sound of your lewd words. He continued to fuck you with his fingers and within seconds, he heard your breath quicken and the soft yes repeating like a mantra. A few more thrusts from his ring-clad fingers had you cumming for the fourth and final time for the night. You rolled over and the sweat glistened on your body, making you look like a Goddess under the orange lights. "You did so well baby girl, fuck," he praises you with a few pecks on your chest and face. You hummed with your eyes closed, feeling the tiredness seep in. 

Your eyes then opened in shock when you heard a click sound and the flash go off. You see Jungkook behind his camera, taking a few more photos for his own personal safekeeping. "Oh my God, Kook!" You attempted to cover your body but Jungkook pinned your wrist to the side of your head. "Pictures last longer right?" He smirked and you scoffed. "Or you can just do it again to me, you know," you rolled your eyes and then closed them. Jungkook chuckles and puts his camera on the side table, taking the time to finally admire you. Your smudged make-up, glowing body, evident cum stains in between your legs, red marks on your neck, waist and hips. He would kill to see you like this every single day, not just fucked out on his bed but just being on his bed in general.

After what seemed like 10 minutes, you feel Jungkook wiping your centre with a washcloth and he settles himself next to you. Breaking the silence, Jungkook opens his mouth first to say something.

“I love you so much, Y/N.” You instantly turned your head towards him and see the sincerity in his eyes. Relief washes over him for finally admitting his feelings and you smiled back at him, not too surprised at his statement. “I love you too Kook, always have.” You moved closer to him and you kissed him. The kiss was passionate and everything just felt right.

“Just to be clear, you’re my boyfriend right?” You broke the kiss off and questioned him. He laughs at your question. “Of course I am, I don’t know about you but in my head you were always my girlfriend.”

Your heart melted upon hearing his words. Both of you laughed at the idiots you’ve been all this while, playing a part in the unspoken relationship you two made complicated. While some things are better left unspoken, some things are better when said. Just like now, you guys can tell everyone about your relationship without shrugging it off.

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a/n: okay bye shielding myself from the filth now

[magicshopaholic]

The Sixth (Jungkook x OC)

Summary: In the inadvertent battle of mutual attraction poorly concealed with sarcastic banter, the tables have turned and you find yourself frustrated in more ways than one.

Pairing: Jungkook x OC

Genre: Banter, smut, fluff

Word count: 15 K

Rating: 18+

Warnings: flirting, heavy making out, car sex, nipple play, fingering, mildly dangerous driving, oral sex, spanking, sex

A/N: This fic functions as a rogue third part to my Jungkook fic The Fifth (notice how I'm deliberately not saying epilogue?), but can also be read standalone. I have to say, it felt really good to write these two again :')

This is also part of my submission towards the Bangtan Bingo Spring Event by @bangtanwritingbingo, using my square "blanket thief".

Last but not the least, this is also a birthday present of sorts for @aroseforyoongi , one of the lovely admins of @thebtswritersclub. Happy birthday, Eva and I hope you enjoy this <3

Listen to: "electric love" by børns

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“How did it go?”

“Um…” You tap your ID card against the automated scanner and sigh as the doors open. “Not too bad, to be honest. I’m just glad it’s over.”

Jungkook makes a noise of agreement. “Did it help? That they moved the presentation from last week to today?”

“You know, you would think,” you agree as you near your car, using the usual force required to pry the drivers’ door open, “but it just stressed me out even more. I had everything prepared for Tuesday; all I did the last week and a half was fret about this even more.” You exhale heavily as you settle into your car and place your phone down on the seat next to you when it automatically connects to the car Bluetooth. “Whatever. It’s done now. Screw whatever happens next.”

“May I just say, what a lucky, lucky rookie group this is that’s got you as its marketing strategy planner.”

“And screw you, too, Jeon.”

He snickers at the other end. “I’m kidding. HYBE couldn’t have chosen anyone better to manage this group.”

“Christ. You know, flattery won’t get you all that far, kid,” you inform him, reversing out of the parking lot and hitting the open road.

“It got me this far,” he points out.

“That… wasn’t flattery,” you mutter, flashes of him looking all sweaty in those basketball shorts from two weekends ago instantly flitting through your mind. You clear your throat. “So, did you call me just to ask me how my presentation went?”

“Kind of. Why?” He suddenly sounds cautious. “Do you prefer texting?”

“Uh, I guess. Don’t you?” you ask, frowning. “You specifically told me that, like, a week ago. On text.”

There’s silence on the other end and it takes you a moment to realise you’ve caught him and if recent history is any indicator, his ears are turning red. “I’m holding a gym bag in one hand,” he says shortly after a few moments, “so my hands are full.”

“Of course.” You try to suppress a smile, not wanting to alarm the lady on the scooter next to you who’s sure to wonder why you’re grinning to yourself while stuck in traffic. “What’s up, Jungkook?” you ask, changing tacks. “How was your day?”

“Not bad. Been in the studio all day - Namjoon and Yoongi hyung have been working on this new rap song but they wanted me to -” He breaks off abruptly, as though suddenly remembering he isn’t supposed to reveal this to you. “Anyway, uh… I just got out. Need to film a - well, a thing.” He swears softly.

Just like that, another image pops up in your mind: Jungkook, in the same basketball shorts, his white shirt damp in certain areas, with his hands on his hips as he mouthed a swear word, looking annoyed as hell. It made his jawline look sharper than ever, you remember, an unexpected shiver running down your spine as you turn into the alley towards your building. It takes you a moment to realise Jungkook is saying something.

“... going to hate me, but… I have to cancel tonight.” He pauses, and the guilt in his silence is audible.

You try to swallow your disappointment. “Oh. That’s alright.”

“Really?” he asks in a small voice, reminding you once again of an animated rodent from a Pixar movie, possibly peeking out from behind a wall. “I cancelled last time, too."

"Actually, I cancelled last time," you remind him. "It was the day they moved my presentation for the second time. You cancelled the time before that," you add, your tone slightly teasing.

Jungkook sighs dramatically. "I really didn't think it would be this difficult to schedule a date," he laments. "A first date even."

"Third date, technically."

"Technically."

You bite your lip and sigh. You are disappointed, it’s true, but you can’t bring yourself to hold it against him at all. Your first official date months and months ago had been a disaster, and the next one two weeks ago had been accidental. It was only after the first time he cancelled that you realised he was actually putting pressure on himself to make sure this third date went well, the first one after you'd both more or less confessed your feelings to each other. 

Realising you’re still on the line, you speak. "It's alright, Jungkook. Really." When he doesn’t respond, you prod him. "Come on, who better than a HYBE employee to know how important media commitments are?"

"Can we reschedule for Saturday?" he asks. “I have no other commitments and I’ll make sure it stays that way.”

“A man with a plan,” you remark, chuckling. “Saturday sounds good.”

“Alright.” There’s a sound of a door opening and closing. “I just reached the gym. I’ll talk to you later?”

“Yes, you will.” You say goodbye and hang up, finally exiting your car and making your way up to your apartment. Dal, your roommate, is nowhere to be seen and his whereabouts remain a mystery until you see a post-it on your bedroom door.

Gone out. Be back late.

Shaking your head at this extremely informative note, you resign yourself to a quiet night in wherein you can finally sleep at a decent time. You order food and hop into the shower, taking your time under the warm water for as long as you can. After the week you’ve had, you order an extra garlic bread with dip without guilt and settle down in front of your television, trying not to think about the fact that you might’ve been on a date right now, one you’d found yourself looking forward to quite a bit.

By the time you’ve finished dinner, you’re halfway through a Black Mirror episode that’s just depressing you more and more by the second but you’re powerless to stop. When your phone pings during a particularly suspenseful scene, you jump. Looking at the phone screen, you roll your eyes.

JK [22:15]

Hey.

Me [22:15]

You scared the shit out of me.

JK [22:15]

What? How?

Me [22:16]

Never mind. What’s up?

JK [22:16]

Are you free?

You frown, your heart already racing. Biting your lip, you reply.

Me [22:16]

Depends on what for.

JK [22:17]

Something you’ll enjoy, I promise. 

Me [22:17]

Vague. But I’m intrigued.

JK [22:17]

Cool. Come out to your balcony? :)

You frown, having a slight inkling as to what this might be, as you heave yourself off the sofa and go into your small second storey balcony. Looking down, your heart sinks surprisingly when you see nothing.

Me [22:18]

Okay.

Me [22:18]

… I’m here.

You see the blue tick appear but no response. You frown and crane your neck to look down the alley, seeing a black car a little way off that could be his Hyundai, but you can’t be sure since the logo isn’t visible. Your phone pings then and you immediately unlock it to see a message from him.

JK [22:19]

You are?

You frown. Then -

JK [22:20]

Shit, I’m at the wrong house.

You barely have enough time to react before you hear footsteps and you look up from your phone to see Jeon Jungkook jogging from the direction of the adjoining building, his eyes lighting up in relief when he catches sight of you.

“Smooth.” You smile anyway, leaning forward against the railing and trying not to reveal how your heart is zooming at the sight of him. “Why are you at my house, Jeon? Or, you know… whose ever house that was?”

Jungkook grins wider. “I got done with practice early,” he replies innocently. He’s dressed like he just left the gym: black joggers and a black t-shirt, hair slightly wavy. His tattoo sleeve snakes down his right arm where they’re folded across his chest.

You raise an eyebrow. “You just assumed I’d be free?”

He shrugs. “I thought I’d take a chance. Will you come downstairs?” he asks, his doe eyes huge and excited.

You feel your heart skip a beat. “Only because I’m bored,” you say finally before disappearing inside. Pulling on a thin hoodie over your t-shirt and shorts, you slip into a pair of flip flops and grab your phone and keys before heading downstairs, realising only too late that you didn’t even bother checking your reflection. Hurriedly, you let down your hair out of its scrunchie and try to smooth it down before exiting the building.

Seeing Jungkook this close makes you feel like a teenager, especially when he looks up at you from his phone and his face breaks into a smile. “You came!” he exclaims, dropping his phone back into his pocket.

You nod as you near him, your heart automatically starting to race. “I told you I would,” you remind him, hands in the pockets of your hoodie. There’s a moment where neither of you know what to do next; you aren’t sure what the protocol is with a guy you’ve hung out with a couple of times, constantly texted back and forth with, subtly confessed feelings of attraction to but with no further steps except a date looming in the distance that’s now been built up too much in both your heads.

Jungkook makes a motion with his hand before stopping and you realise he’s just as awkward as you are. Suddenly endeared, you take a step forward and hug him, sighing in relief when he immediately hugs you back. It’s a short, normal hug but it serves to remind you that you’ve actually missed him. He holds you to him by your waist for a couple more seconds, kissing your cheek when he pulls away.

“Thanks for coming,” he says, suddenly looking shy. The faint scent of his spicy cologne lingers and your toes curl automatically in your flip flops. He looks incredible; since the basketball game, you’ve only seen him in person once, at HYBE when he was with two other members of his band and entering the office building when you were exiting it. Your eyes had met for a fraction of a second but he’d smiled at you anyway, eyes wide and surprised, and after he’d disappeared inside you’d immediately texted him to fix his face, conveniently skipping how pleased you’d been.

“Is this one of those late night dates?” you ask him teasingly. “Like in the movies, where you’ve paid for a place to stay open just for us, because nothing can get in the way of our first date?”

Jungkook chuckles for a moment before the smile fades. “Yeah, that would’ve been cool,” he deadpans, looking down at his shoes.

You laugh. “I’m kidding. I’m glad to see you,” you tell him honestly, taking a step closer and tugging at the bottom of his t-shirt. “What are you doing here?”

He rubs the back of his neck, apparently unable to suppress a smile. “I was hoping for your help with something.”

You frown. “With what?” 

In answer, Jungkook simply moves to the shotgun seat and opens the door, gesturing for you to climb in. You narrow your eyes.

“Okay, you’re being really suspicious.”

He chuckles. “You’ll enjoy it, too, I promise.” When you simply raise an eyebrow, his eyes widen slightly. Pleadingly. “Please? You can trust me.”

In the face of everything you’ve been taught as a girl living alone since the age of eighteen, you believe him, so after a moment’s hesitation, you enter the car. Jungkook shuts the door behind you and skips over the drivers’ seat, buckling himself in and grinning as he starts the car. “Do you want to pick the music?”

“I guess I should or I’ll be stuck listening to One Direction for… however long we’re on the road,” you reply, already connecting your phone to his stereo.

Jungkook chortles; his excitement at the fact that you’ve agreed to come with him is palpable. You’re probably better at hiding it, but you think you know how he feels. The night you’d agreed to go out with him, approximately ten days ago, feels like months ago. Since then you’ve been texting constantly, moving seamlessly from friendly banter to innocent flirting, especially now that it’s established that you’re wholly attracted to each other.

That’s where the problem lies, though. Ever since that night after you’d finally admitted it to yourself, it’s become harder and harder to stop thinking about him: how he’d felt when you’d sat behind him on his motorcycle, how he’d pulled you close to adjust the buckle of your helmet, how he’d looked at the basketball the next day with a fierce determination, eyebrows furrowed, jawline sharp…

Jungkook is tapping the side of your thigh - your bare thigh. “Lia, skip the ad,” he says, one hand on the steering wheel. You look down at your phone to see the option to skip the ad flashing and click on it. Immediately, the loud talking voice disappears and an old Seo Taiji song starts playing.

“Sorry, my Spotify subscription must have run out,” you mutter, checking your settings before deciding to leave it for later. You look up to see Jungkook bopping his head to the beats and when the song starts, he sings along under his breath. You bite your lip, tearing your eyes away from him before he catches you watching him. “Will you tell me where we’re going?”

“We’re almost there.” Jungkook takes a turn and you sit up, realising this place is familiar. Too familiar.

“Wait…” The darkness doesn’t allow you to see too well, but you think you know where you are. “Is this… Jungkook, why are we at -”

“Come out, I’ll explain,” he interrupts, stopping the car at the side of the empty street and hopping out. You follow suit, clambering out and hurrying to the back of the car where Jungkook is rummaging around in the boot of the car. In the meantime, you scan your surroundings and you’re thoroughly confused. You turn back to him when he emerges and in his hand is -

“A basketball?” You frown, automatically catching it when he tosses it to you.

“Yeah.” Jungkook grins, brushing his bangs out of his eyes. 

“You want to play basketball?” you ask, trying not to sound too incredulous, but you can’t honestly think why he would want to put himself through that again. “Has your face even fully healed?”

He winces, as though the memory is painful enough. “Yeah, don’t worry about it. It got better in a couple of days. And… I don’t want to play basketball,” he adds, looking at you bashfully. “I want you to teach me basketball.”

Your heart leaps, even as you give him a look. “Why?”

“Because I’m good at most sports!” he blurts, looking adorably frustrated. “And I - I know that if I just practise a bit and get a good player to teach me the basics, I can get there. You don’t even have to start at the beginning - Yoongi hyung taught me a little this week.”

You raise your eyebrows. “He did? I thought you said he was super busy working on the comeback album.”

“Well, yeah, he is. But I pestered him so he finally agreed to give me thirty minutes if I promised not to bother him again. And I wasn’t that bad,” he informs you, pointing a finger at the ball. 

You’re not going to lie; you find his determination to be good at basketball, your favourite sport, extremely hot. You try not to think of the disastrous game with your friends that Jungkook had lied his way into, proceeding to get hit with the ball multiple times, trip and fall until your team achieved a historic win and Jungkook ended up with an icepack to his face.

You feel a grin forming on your face. “I mean, I wish you’d told me to wear shoes but… you really want to learn how to play basketball?” You throw the ball back to him with force and he catches it with both hands. That’s hot, you think. “Are you sure?”

He nods. “It’ll be good for me to actually know how to play the next time I join you and your friends… and your roommate.”

Ah. Everything falls into place all of a sudden - his determination to suddenly become a pro, his carefully constructed plan of making a fool of himself with Yoongi before coming to you, his subtle promise of returning to play with your friends. 

“Dal is my friend, too. My oldest friend,” you emphasise, just as you had when he’d been sulking after the game that weekend. Jungkook shrugs and looks away, poking his tongue into his cheek. “But I get your point,” you add after a moment, walking forward and taking off your hoodie as you do. “Come on.” Grabbing his tattooed hand, you drag him behind you across the street. You link your fingers with his as you head to the court, feeling your heart race when he gently squeezes your hand before letting go.

“There was a lot more light last time,” comments Jungkook, standing in the centre of the court and looking around. He’s right; the only light you have right now is whatever the moonlight provides and a street lamp outside the court. “Do you know where to switch it on from?”

“Uh, yeah,” you admit, “but we can’t right now. The switchboard is inside that garage,” you tell him, pointing to the closed garage of a suburban house around twenty feet away. When Jungkook looks puzzled, you nod. “Yeah, that’s Dal’s parents’ house. They don’t really care who uses the court but technically… yeah, it belongs to them.”

“Huh.” Jungkook turns to look at the house once more before turning back to you. “Are you sure we can be here then? I had no idea.”

But you wave a hand. “Yeah, it’s alright. As long as we don’t make any noise, I don’t think it’ll be a problem.” When he simply continues looking doubtful, you walk up to him and place your hands on the ball, not taking it from him yet. He looks down at you, black bangs in his eyes. The lip ring glints dimly and you have to remind yourself to focus. “Do you want to show me what you know? Actually, we should just play a game. One on one,” you decide, letting go of the ball and walking backwards.

“Already?” he demands, suddenly looking lost. “But I -”

“That’s the best way to learn!” you call from the boundary of the court. “Come on, Jeon,” you tease, taking your stance, “I thought you liked a challenge.” You grin and see him roll his eyes, tongue poking into his cheek again before he chucks the ball to you.

“You start.”

Jungkook’s not that bad, you decide around twenty minutes later. He’s clearly learnt something; he doesn’t look as lost as he had during the game with your friends and all said and done, he’s an athletic individual. His throws are packed with strength, his aim is not bad at all and he definitely has speed.

But you’re still better - and you want to make sure he remembers that. 

“Lighter on your feet, Jungkook,” you remind him, hovering by his side as he dribbles. “This isn’t football.”

“What’s wrong with football?” he asks, panting slightly. You notice him actively step off his heels as he continues and your heart swells with pride. 

“There’s nothing wrong with football, it’s just not basketball,” you answer, still watching him, your eyes moving from his feet to the ball. “Because if you aren’t light on your feet -” You lunge and smoothly grab the ball, dribbling it and spinning on the spot to jump and score a clean basket. Your flip flops make a sound as you land back on the ground before turning to Jungkook with a sparkling smile. “That’s eight-two,” you declare, stepping up on the raised platform that the basket is set up on.

He walks over to you, the annoyance clear on his handsome face. You can’t help but grin wider as he approaches you, stopping about five inches away.

“I’m as tall as you now,” you remark, moving closer and standing up straight.

Jungkook scoffs. “Barely.”

“Wow, you really hate losing, don’t you?” you tease, trying not to pay attention to how big he looks in front of you. You see his gaze dart to your mouth before meeting yours again.

“I’m not losing,” he says shortly. “You’re supposed to be teaching me.”

“We’re keeping score,” you point out.

“We can stop.” Jungkook takes another step towards you and you can feel your smirk falter. He leans forward and you gasp softly when you feel his arm encircle your waist. “Or you can stop being annoying,” he suggests, picking you up and setting you on the ground, immediately going around you to retrieve the ball. As he passes by you, you see a hint of a smirk.

It continues like that, the night morphing from an innocent plan to a series of flirtations from both of you, one after the other. You take care to dribble as close to him as possible, backing into him whenever you can, tugging at the bottom of his t-shirt - which, for some reason, always makes his jaw harden.

For his part, Jungkook seems to be bringing out the big guns. Or he isn’t, which is even more frustrating, for he doesn’t even seem to be doing anything on purpose. Every time he passes by you, his hand brushing your waist, or the faint scent of his cologne wafting over to you, you’re one step closer to breaking His expression of fierce determination might just be the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen; it seems insane that just two weeks ago, you were humouring him while he tried to get you to accept a date and now you’re into him to the point of goosebumps erupting every time he attempts to shoot a basket and his biceps flex in the moonlight.

It’s not a warm night; it’s actually quite breezy but by the time you’re both forty minutes into the game, you can feel a thin sheen of perspiration on your neck and you tighten your ponytail, running your fingers through the ends where they’re stuck to your skin. You're suddenly glad you came out in just shorts and a t-shirt, although you suspect the latter might just be slightly see-through by now.

“One more point and I win, Jeon.” You stay nimble on your feet, blocking him while he dribbles slowly. It seemed entirely foreign to him at first but you have to admit he’s a fast learner.

“So we’re definitely keeping score then?” Jungkook meets your gaze from under his sweaty, wavy bangs, eyes narrowed and jaw hard. You could melt if you weren’t so focused on beating him. 

In answer, you lunge for the ball but he blocks you with his hand, hard. “Hey!” you exclaim, stumbling as he makes a series of quick movements and shoots, half-chuckling when the ball clunkily goes into the basket. He turns to you.

“What were you saying about keeping score again?”

“You - you can’t do that!” You stride over to him and give his shoulder a solid push, huffing when he doesn’t move an inch.

“What? Shoot?”

“No, before that. You were travelling,” you inform him, pointing to the path he took before shooting. “You can’t take more than two steps with the ball in your hand and you took, like, four.”

He frowns. “No, I didn’t.” When you give him a look, he raises his eyebrows. “Are you calling me a cheater?”

“I’m -” You lick your lips, suddenly realising how close to you he is. “I’m not calling you a cheater, I’m correcting a mistake. Isn’t that why you brought me here?”

“You really hate losing, don’t you?” Jungkook smirks, the lip ring glinting again.

“Fuck you.”

“Whenever you want.”

The ball rolls over and you flick it up with your foot, catching it and not breaking eye contact with him. There’s a heat; a hot, stinging heat low in your abdomen. It doesn’t escape you that neither of you have moved away from each other; in fact, if anything, Jungkook’s scent seems closer than ever.

“I’m not losing,” you tell him after a moment, hoping he doesn’t notice how your voice shakes. “I’m still four points ahead of you.”

“I know you are, baby, but I’m also catching up pretty fast,” he says kindly, apparently unaware of how your heart stutters.

You hate this. You were the composed one so far, the one who rolled your eyes whenever he said something sweet, the one who teased him until his ears turned red, the one who finally gave in to his endearing charm. Now, however, he’s the smirky one and it’s throwing you for a loop. In the inadvertent battle of mutual attraction poorly concealed with sarcastic banter, the tables have turned and you find yourself frustrated in more ways than one.

“I’m not losing,” you repeat in a low voice. You toss the ball in your hand and take a step back. “My turn, yes?” Moving to stand outside the boundary of the court, you bounce the ball once, twice, never taking your eyes off Jungkook. When the play begins, you dribble the ball over to your court, feeling his large figure behind you. You’re close, though, and you’re focusing, the competitiveness in you rising more than you anticipated when you started. Just when you’re about to shoot a layup, you feel the front of your flip flop fold under your foot. You trip and gasp as you stumble forward, pulled up at the last second by a hand around your forearm. The ball falls out of your hand and rolls away. 

“What the -” You straighten up, watching the ball in horror as it crosses the boundary and slows to a stop, before rounding on Jungkook. “What did you do? I was about to shoot!”

“You were about to trip.” He lets go of your arm and points at your flip flops. “Probably my fault, though. I should’ve told you to wear shoes.”

You scoff. “I would’ve scored that point.”

“Really? Lying on the ground?”

“I would’ve gotten back up.” You place your hands on your hips and shake your head. “The things you’ll do not to lose, Jeon…”

Jungkook chuckles, a little disbelievingly. “Am I getting in trouble for not letting you get hurt?”

Your heart thuds. You swallow, changing the subject. “You’re not shooting properly. You’re flicking your wrist too much; you’ll injure it. Do it like this.” You demonstrate the right way to him.

He mimics your hand movement until you nod in approval. “Thanks. Good to know you care.”

You roll your eyes. “You have a comeback soon. The last thing we need is a million hearts breaking around the world because you can’t hold your mic properly.”

“Baby, I love it when you talk dirty to me.”

You shove his chest, unable to suppress your smile as Jungkook laughs, grabbing your wrist before you can drop your hand. “You’re an idiot,” is all you can say, the grudging affection in your voice completely apparent.

Jungkook grins, looking more handsome than ever, and tugs at your hand to bring you closer. “An idiot who didn’t let you fall,” he reminds you, winking.

“Shut up,” you mutter, reaching up to grab the back of his neck and kissing him. He seems surprised for a fraction of a second before responding instantly and passionately, gripping your waist and pulling you to him. It’s like a breath of fresh air, finally giving in to your impulses, for Jungkook feels like everything you’d imagined and more. His lips are firm on yours, moving in tandem with yours, his hold on you strong and steady. His hair is damp when you get on your tiptoes and run your fingers through it, pulling at it lightly and hearing him whine low from the back of his throat.

There’s a moment when Jungkook tightens his arms around you before walking you backwards. You feel him moving but you’re too focused on him, on how much you’ve been wanting to do this all night, how strong he is - you don’t think you’re ever getting over that fact. You feel your back bump against something, feeling cold metal against your waist where your shirt has ridden up.

“Shit,” you gasp softly in surprise. Looking up at Jungkook, you feel stirrings you haven’t felt in forever, of raw sexual frustration coupled with a desperate need for intimacy with one person only. He’s panting slightly, his eyes are narrowed and the apples of his cheeks are red. The lip ring glints again and a memory comes floating into your mind. You touch it and bite your lip.

“This really doesn’t get in the way, huh,” you remark softly. You don’t know if you’re panting because you’ve just played nearly an hour of basketball or because of the weather or because Jungkook literally takes your breath away, but when he smiles a half-smile, eyes dark and heavy, you think you can safely choose the latter.

“I told you it wouldn’t,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before deepening it slowly. His hands move down your side to your hips where he grips them and presses them against his pelvis. You feel his clear pulsating bulge through his thin joggers and moan into his mouth, pulling at his t-shirt and bringing him even closer. He moves his lips to your jaw, trailing kisses all the way down to your neck while one hand snakes up under your t-shirt and lightly squeezes your breast. You grip his shoulders, the heat between your legs almost painful when you feel how hard and muscled they are, when you notice something that makes your blood run cold.

“Shit.” When you spot movement, you start pushing him away. “Oh, God. Jungkook, stop. Stop.”

Jungkook frowns and pulls away immediately, eyes suddenly wide and full of anxiety. “What? Did I do something? What did -”

“No, no, it’s not you. It’s -” You point to the house behind him - to Dal’s house. He turns around and you can practically feel the moment his confusion turns to panic, when he freezes because he’s noticed what you have.

“Please tell me that the light in the window was on the whole time,” he says slowly.

“Someone just turned it on,” you say hurriedly, pushing him back and hopping off the raised platform. “Come on, we have to go.”

“But -” Jungkook turns back to you, looking bewildered. “I thought you said it was okay for us to be here. That they don’t care?”

“They don’t care if people play basketball during normal hours,” you correct him, already moving to where your hoodie and phones are kept on the side of the court and dragging him by the hand. “But Dal’s parents have known me since I was fifteen years old - I’d really prefer they didn’t see me fornicating on their property. Now come on, we have to go back to the car.”

“But - but we were -”

You turn around and continue walking backwards, now faster, continuing to pull Jungkook along. “I know, Kook, that’s why I said we should get back to your car.”

Back at the car, the light blinks the same moment you place your hand on the handle of the backseat door. Once inside, you practically pick up where you left off.

“Fuck, you’re hot,” you mutter, when he pulls away from you momentarily to take off his t-shirt. His muscled torso looks delicious - and it’s a moment before you realise you’ve said it out loud. Jungkook’s eyes widen very slightly before he grins and runs a hand through his hair.

“Thanks,” he murmurs, kissing you once again as he drops his t-shirt on the floor of the car - right on top of yours. “I’d say the same to you,” he adds, bringing his lips to your neck once more as softly squeezes your right breast, running his thumb over the clothed nipple.

You let out a moan, louder than you intended, and pull him closer to you, wanting to feel every inch of his honey-coloured torso against yours. He nudges your legs open with his knee and you grind against his thigh, your core aching deliciously at the friction. The moment his lips travel lower down your neck and reach your cleavage and you sit up slightly to take off your bra, you hear an unmistakable sound. People.

“Oh, God.” You sit up further, ignoring Jungkook’s annoyed groan which, soon enough, turns into a similar kind of horror.

“Are they - Lia, you told me it was okay for us to be here!”

“I thought it was!” you exclaim as you both adjust yourselves on the backseat to see better. Two more lights have been switched on inside the house and three people have come out of it - two grown men and a woman in a nightgown. One of the men goes straight towards the basketball court and that’s when you notice they have -

“Flashlights,” whispers Jungkook.

“Okay, we have to get out of here,” you tell him quickly, reaching blindly for the t-shirt you’d discarded minutes ago. When he doesn’t move and simply shifts to get a better view, you nudge him forcefully. “Jungkook, you can’t be spotted making out with some girl in public.”

“You’re not some girl,” he disagrees, almost absently. “What are they even looking for…?”

You turn to look just when the lady - whom you’re one hundred percent sure is Dal’s mother - points to the car and loudly says something.

“Shit!” 

Both of you swear together. Jungkook scrambles off of you gracelessly, stumbling over the gear shift and into the driver’s seat, switching it on with a jerk and immediately zooming away.

“Jungkook, shirt!” you yell as you approach the main road which has a lot more cars and people around, knowing well enough that even the slightest portion of his profile is enough for his fans to recognise him - and that profile doesn’t need to be of his face. You throw his t-shirt at him before you hurriedly pull on your own, groaning when he brakes suddenly and you’re thrown off the backseat.

“Oh, God, I’m so sorry,” he apologises, sounding horrified as you climb into the shotgun seat and strap yourself in. He’s stopped just before a turn into the main road, giving you a chance to straighten up before continuing to drive.

“Don’t worry about it,” you say quickly, reaching over and dusting the shoulder on his t-shirt. “Damn it, I really thought it was going to be okay back there.”

Jungkook shrugs in a matter-of-fact way. “I didn’t think it was that bad,” he says, apparently unable to keep from smiling.

You bite your lip, knowing your cheeks must be reddening. “Me neither.” There’s a moment where you both gaze at each other in the mutual knowledge that your ambiguous relationship has become just slightly more tangible, a bit more real. You’re almost disappointed when he clears his throat and clutches the steering wheel again and, after checking if you’re good, starts the car again.

As it turns out, your disappointment doesn’t last for too long.

“Didn’t expect to end up here tonight, I have to say,” mutters Jungkook against your lips as you kick the door shut behind you.

“Really? Not even when you showed up out of the blue and whisked me away in your car?” You slip out of your flip flops and tug on his t-shirt, which he takes off in one swift motion over his head. 

“Not even when your landlady spotted us downstairs a minute ago.”

You cringe at the memory before kissing him again. “Yeah, I’d rather not scandalize an old lady by giving her a show right out there in public,” you reason, taking off your own top and pushing him backwards towards your bedroom, palms flat on his abdomen.

“Wait, isn’t - isn’t Dal here?” he asks, momentarily separating to look around the dark living room.

“No, he’s not home,” you breathe, pushing him all the way inside your room and shutting the door behind you. Inside, he turns you both around so he can back you onto the bed and climbs on top of you, lips on yours once again. You run your hands through his hair again, bending your knees and moaning softly when he rolls his hips slightly and his bulge, which has evidently gone nowhere, rubs against your core through your thin shorts and underwear.

You reach backwards towards the table lamp and switch it on, bathing the room in a dim yellow light. Jungkook lowers himself again, this time able to finally pay attention to the rest of your body without being cramped inside his car, and you sigh at how incredible his mouth feels against your skin. You sit up slightly to take off your bra and you hear him groan softly against your chest.

“I’ve been waiting for this longer than you know,” he murmurs, bringing one hand up to knead your breast before kissing his way down your chest, down your cleavage and taking your nipple into his mouth. 

“God, that feels good…” You clutch at his hair, loving how he grunts when you pull at it. Letting go of your nipple, he lowers himself further down your sternum before you hear him chuckle softly. “What?”

“Found your second tattoo,” he answers, kissing the skin on your ribcage just below your left breast. He looks up at you and your heart skips a beat. 

“You can find the other three, too,” you tell him, winking, already anticipating the things he would have to do to find them.

Almost as though he can read your mind, he smiles and comes back up to kiss you. “You’re gorgeous, Lia,” he murmurs against your lips and you kiss him back as deeply as you can.

Thud. The sound of the front door opening almost gives you a heart attack, but it’s nothing compared to what Jungkook feels when he hears Dal’s voice. 

“Yo, Lia, are you home?” There’s the sound of shuffling outside while Jungkook turns slowly to look towards the bedroom door. 

“Are you kidding me?” he whispers, looking murderous.

Sensing you’re about to lose him, you turn his face back around to look at you. After all, if all goes well, this isn’t the only time you’re both likely to be hooking up in here. “Forget him,” you say quickly, taking a call and flipping him over so you’re straddling him.

It seems to distract him for the moment so you kiss him, feeling a momentary relief when he responds, bringing his hands up to your hips. It barely lasts a second, however, before there’s a loud knock at your door.

“I’m heading in for a shower!” Dal yells, voice much louder now. “Do you know if the laundry guy brought back my boxers?”

“And flatline,” mutters Jungkook, dropping his head back on the bed as you sit up, sighing in annoyance.

“Dal, I have no idea!” you reply loudly. “Why can’t you keep track of your own clothes, you weirdo?”

“I can, I just don’t know if - hey, why the hell are your clothes on the living room floor? Damn it, Lee-lee, you’re always making such a mess of the - oh.”

You sigh and drop your head in your hands. Underneath you, Jungkook whispers in mild incredulity, “This is karma. It has to be.”

There’s another knock on your door, softer this time. “Uh… I’ll be in my room,” says Dal, sounding a mixture of apologetic, embarrassed and amused. “For the night,” he adds.

You don’t dignify this with a response. Dal’s reaction isn’t surprising; it wasn’t a month ago when a conversation about nothing had somehow segued into a discussion about your sex life, or lack thereof, with Dal declaring that he’d never liked your ex-boyfriend. While you’re sure he didn’t think Jungkook was just a platonic friend based on the night they’d first met when Dal had invited him to that disaster of a basketball game, you’d rather avoid them running into each other right now.

You look back down at Jungkook who’s glaring sideways at your closet, tongue poking the inside of his cheek. With his topless figure and clenched jaw, he looks like a vision, especially when you consider what’s pissing him off. You pick up your bra and put it back on before bending over him and softly kissing his cheek in apology.

“Kook.” You feel him turn slightly towards you and you lift your head. “I’m sorry about that,” you murmur, nudging his jaw with your nose.

Jungkook sighs deeply. “It’s fine, Lee-lee,” he says dramatically, half-chuckling when you roll your eyes and move away from him. He moves to sit up, his hair wavy and messy, while he leans back on his hands. He looks absolutely incredible. “I just… I think I owe Namjoon hyung and Kaya an apology,” he mutters, shaking his head.

You frown, about to ask, when you hear the bathroom door outside close, followed by the sound of a shower running. “Okay, he’s gone,” you tell him quickly, clambering off his lap and ignoring Jungkook’s protests. “This is our chance.” You jog over to the door and open it a crack, spotting both your t-shirts in a pile on the floor. Cheeks burning, you snatch them up and shut the door behind you before throwing Jungkook his t-shirt.

When you’re both clothed, you open the door gingerly again, feeling Jungkook standing right behind you with a hand resting on your shoulder. “Alright, we’re clear,” you mutter, stepping out and noting the sound of the shower still running. You stop by the front door while Jungkook pulls on his shoes and you can’t help but feel a little sad to see him go. Straightening up, he runs a hand through his hair before dropping it and looking back down at you.

“Guess we’ll have to wait for the official third date for anything more to happen,” you speak, only half-joking.

Jungkook nods slowly. “Yeah. And maybe hope for fewer interruptions. Oh, speaking of thirds,” he adds, eyes lighting up, “I found another tattoo.” He reaches for your collarbone and lightly runs his hand down the back of your shoulder under your hair, apparently oblivious to the goosebumps that erupt on the back of your neck, until he reaches a spot a couple of inches below your shoulder blade. 

“Not bad, Jeon.”

He rubs his fingers along the text, as though hoping to read it like Braille. “I couldn’t read it, though.”

“It’s Japanese.” You wait for him to ask, but he doesn’t take the bait.

“So… I’ll see you Saturday, then?” he asks, bringing his hand up to your collarbone again so he can brush his thumb against your jaw. When you nod, your gaze falling to his mouth, he tilts your head up and kisses you again. You pull him closer by his t-shirt before snaking your arms up his chest and wrapping them around his neck. Jungkook’s arms go around your waist, strong and steady as always, lips firm and soft all at once. You open your mouth against his and he sighs, pulling you to him. Neither of you notice when the shower stops running.

The bathroom door thuds open and the scent of body wash wafts out. “Lia?” Dal’s voice is tentative, but loud enough for both of you to spring apart.

“I’m going to kill him,” mutters Jungkook, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. “I swear to God, I’m going to fucking -”

You try to stifle a giggle. “Okay, shush, I’m sure he can -”

“Hey, oh - you guys are still here.” 

You turn towards the hallway and almost groan out loud. Dal, in nothing but a towel around his waist, his hair wet droplets of water still glistening on his shoulders, approaches you with a smile on his face. You recall Jungkook’s reaction when you’d told him Dal was a physical trainer and you just hope in that moment that neither of them makes this a bigger deal than it is.

“Hey, man,” says Dal, reaching over to offer a hand that Jungkook takes with a stony expression. “Really good to see you again.”

“Yeah, real pleasure.”

There’s an awkward pause where nothing happens and you’re standing between two men of equal height, one with a semi in his joggers and the other in nothing but a towel. Then -

“So, are you guys hungry or -”

“Dal,” you interrupt, turning to him, “leave.” 

Dal’s eyes widen and he looks between you and Jungkook as though just realising he might be interrupting. “Oh, am I -”

“Yes.” You glare at him, resisting the urge to physically push him out. You don’t face Jungkook again until Dal’s retreated back into his bedroom and you hear the door close. “I might just join you for the killing process,” you tell him, unable to stop grinning at his annoyed expression.

“Good. Should we do it right now? Because I can -”

Completely endeared, you laugh and reach up to interrupt him with another kiss before gently pushing him back by the chest and opening the door behind him. “I’ll see you on Saturday, Kook.”

Jungkook continues as he steps backwards and out the door. “No, but I’m pretty sure I can take him, he doesn’t look all that -”

“Saturday, Jungkook!” You blow him a kiss before shutting the door and stay there, trying to temper down the smile on your face before making your way inside.

—

“Isn’t this Epik High?”

“This voice is way deeper, no?”

“Is it…?”

Jungkook frowns, leaning closer to the phone in your hand and concentrating on the two second clip. “It sounds familiar… hang on, can I try guessing?”

You hand him your phone and lean back against the wall of the elevator, watching him as he brings the phone close to his ear and listens to the clip again. His elbows are resting on his thighs and his back is hunched slightly as he sits motionless, the leather jacket stretching attractively across his shoulders.

“I think it’s…” He trails off and types something before apparently reconsidering his guess and backspacing before bringing the phone back to his ear. You watch him with a mild endearment you’ve come to associate entirely with Jeon Jungkook, smiling slightly to yourself when you take note of his face scrunched up in concentration, frowning as he chews on his bottom lip. 

It’s the night of your long-awaited third date. Jungkook had picked you up from your apartment in his Hyundai, looking heartbreakingly handsome in dark jeans, a white t-shirt and a black leather jacket as he’d smiled at you. He’d bit his lower lip as you neared him and lowered his head to give you a chaste, lingering kiss on the cheek before opening the car door for you.

“No baseball cap this time, I see,” you’d commented, strapping yourself in.

“No, ma’am,” he’d agreed, running a hand through his hair. “I take threats very seriously.”

He’d barely driven out of your lane before he’d realised he didn’t have his phone, so with a note of apology, he’d turned the car around to pick up his phone from his apartment. On the way up, the elevator had got stuck - thirty minutes ago. 

It isn’t exactly how you imagined this date would start, but things happening spontaneously and off-schedule seems to be a running theme with you and Jungkook. You’re both sitting across from each other on the floor of the softly lit elevator, playing game after game of Heardle on your phone. You love games and Jungkook hates losing, and together you’ve barely noticed the thirty minutes go by.

“Okay, I think this B.I.,” declares Jungkook after a moment, typing out the name with a flourish. The phone pings, indicating it’s the right answer, and his face lights up. “I was right!”

“Congratulations,” you say, taking your phone back and pinching his cheek, smiling at how the tips of his ears turn red. “Can you guess when this elevator will open for us now?”

“Oh, I can probably -”

Just as he speaks, the elevator jerks and you feel it moving upwards. “Huh.” You give him an approving look. “Do you have some superpowers I don’t know about?” you ask, taking his hand as you both get to your feet.

“I’m not the golden maknae for nothing,” he replies, looping an arm around your waist and pinching your side playfully. You poke his side in return but can’t help but lean into him a little. You’d underestimated the weather, leaving the apartment in nothing but a thin floral printed blouse and high-waisted jeans. But the wind had picked up almost instantly and the entirety of Jungkook’s building was seemingly air conditioned, including the elevator. All said and done, you find yourself satisfied with your excuses to lean into Jungkook’s side whenever the opportunity presents itself.

When the elevator pings open, you step out into a similarly lit corridor, your shoes clacking sharply against the shiny floor as you walk beside Jungkook to what looks like the only door on the floor.

“It’s for security,” he explains, as though reading your mind, unlocking the door and stepping aside to let you in first. “So, uh… this is it,” he says lamely, sounding a bit nervous as he follows just behind you and turns on the lights. It’s a huge penthouse, predictably; in fact, you’re pretty sure your entire apartment can fit inside his living room alone. Amidst the expensive decor and perfect lighting, however, it still looks like a regular person’s apartment, with a hoodie folded on the back of one of the fancy dining chairs, a can of diet coke on the coffee table and a video game console strewn on the couch next to a pillow that’s clearly been brought from a bedroom.

“What do you think?” 

You whip around to see Jungkook emerging from the kitchen with a bottle of water that he hands you. “I think… you were playing FIFA last night after I told you to go to sleep?”

He grins bashfully. “You told me to go to sleep or to stop bothering you.” He shrugs. “I did one of those things.”

“Yeah, you did,” you agree, lightly knocking his jaw with your fist. He catches it easily and brings your hands down, linking your fingers before letting go.

“I think my phone’s inside. I’ll be right back, okay?” He presses a quick kiss to your knuckles and goes inside, and your hand feels warm where his lips had touched it. You turn to watch him go, realising belatedly that you’re still smiling and immediately straighten your face, taking a few tentative steps into his living room.

You’re gazing at a framed picture on his TV cabinet of him and another guy, maybe a few years older, both of them cuddling a bunch of dogs. Next to it is another picture of him with the rest of BTS, all of them posing goofily for the camera on what looks like some kind of boat, next to a large picture of a Doberman. You pick it up, a smile tugging at your lips and whip around when you hear Jungkook re-enter the room, whistling softly as he looks down at his phone.

“Okay, so it turns out the reason we were stuck in the elevator,” he begins, looking up blankly, “is because there was a fire in the building.”

You place the picture back and stare at him. “A what now?”

“Yeah, I know, right?”

“You -” It takes you a moment to process it. “We were inside an elevator during a fire? We could have been killed!”

Jungkook nods slowly, the realisation apparently just hitting him. “Yeah, let’s go ahead and not mention that to anyone? The last thing I need is my manager accompanying me everywhere because he thinks I’m some kind of idiot.”

“Yeah, he’s the problem,” you say dryly, rolling your eyes when he grins sheepishly. “Do you think we can see the fire from here, though?” you ask, making your way to the window anyway. When you open the blinds slightly, you’re met with a whole other discovery. “Well, now we know why the fire is no longer a problem.”

Jungkook comes up behind you and groans. “It’s raining again?” 

It’s pouring, actually, but you see no reason to say that out loud. “Come on, it’s alright. I’m sure it’ll stop soon.”

He huffs, looking rather incongruous along with the leather jacket and facial piercings. “Fine,” he says heavily, deliberately taking off his jacket and tossing it onto the couch. “Guess we’ll just wait it out.”

“Or… we can still go. I can drive if you’re not comfortable in the rain,” you offer.

But he shakes his head. “No, the - the date is… we’re going to be outdoors,” he stutters evasively, the tips of his ears turning red again.

You raise your eyebrows in approval, your stomach fluttering. “Wow. Sounds exciting. Sure, we can wait it out,” you agree, nodding and turning back to the window. “Besides, staying in and waiting for the rain to stop sounds kind of like our thing.”

Jungkook chuckles and you feel his arms wrap around your waist, shivering slightly when he lowers his head onto your shoulder. “It could be worse,” he murmurs, lips ghosting over your skin before kissing the spot below your shoulder blade, right where your tattoo is. You feel goosebumps erupt on your neck but if he notices, he doesn’t comment on it. Instead he moves up and takes your small, dangly earring between his teeth, mock-growling and tightening his arms around you.

You burst into giggles and push him away jokingly. “My labrador used to do that, too, Kook,” you inform him as he laughs and moves away.

“I do share many similarities with labradors,” he says seriously, going back into the kitchen and opening the fridge.

“Like the ability to eat anything, all the time, no matter what?”

“That and the lovable personality.” He emerges with a can of beer. “Want one?”

“Don’t you have to drive?”

“I do, which is why I’m not drinking. But you’re a guest, so…” He waves the can in front of you like a rattle.

“Uh… yeah, sure,” you decide, seeing how you’re probably going to be here for a bit. “Are you going to tell me what the date is, though?”

“No, I want to see your reaction to it,” he replies, sounding rather neutral, as though there’s a chance you might not like it. He’s doing that thing again, you realise, where he looks big and tall and tattooed up but says or does one thing that suddenly reminds you of a Pixar animation, with his big eyes and nervousness.

It’s endearing as always and you roll your eyes in part exasperation and part affection as you walk over to the couch and take a seat next to him. It’s a large, comfortable couch and when you lean back, you pretend not to notice how he subtly performs the age old trick, stretching and quietly bringing his tattooed arm to rest behind your head on the back of the couch.

“It’s a nice apartment. Or, a nice living room,” you amend, opening the can with a pop. 

Jungkook grins. “Yeah? I’ll give you a tour later.”

“A third date kind of tour?” you flirt, nudging his side.

“Yeah, well.” He shrugs, even as a small smile appears on his face. “The third date needs to actually happen before you can get your hands on this,” he says, gesturing dramatically to his torso.

You laugh. “Come on, the rain wasn’t your fault.” You mean it, but it’s clear he’s still miffed so in an effort to distract him, you reach forward and pick up the gaming console on the centre table. “Do you have another one so I can kick your ass at FIFA?”

It works, for the pout on his face instantly changes into a blank stare with one eyebrow raised. With his hair brushed off his forehead and the eyebrow piercing suddenly more visible than ever, you feel insanely attracted to him, just like on the basketball court earlier this week.

“Be careful, Cheon Lia. This isn’t basketball,” he says warningly, but you can see the spark of excitement in his eyes. 

“Yeah, I know. Do you want to play?” You try to keep a straight face as a hint of a smirk creeps onto his face, almost  though he knows what you’re doing. You simply hold his gaze, daring him to call you out until he rolls his eyes and sighs dramatically, standing up and walking over to the cabinet under the TV and you catch a whiff of his warm cologne.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asks, coming back to sit next to you with another console and turning on the TV. He scrolls through the games he has installed; you notice three different versions of FIFA, Mario Kart, Need For Speed, a Formula One game and a bunch of others that he flicks past to get to the game you’re about to play. “I’m really good at FIFA. Most video games, actually.”

Something prickles at the corner of your mind but you push it away, not wanting to go there tonight. “So am I. They used to call me Ace Lee in high school, you know?”

“Like Bruce Lee?”

“Probably? Point is, I’m pretty good at most things.”

Jungkook grins, his eyes flickering down your figure before meeting yours again. “I’m sure you are.”

Your heart skips a beat and you quickly turn away before he can lower your guard, sitting up and getting your console ready. “Just turn on the game, Jeon.”

“Whatever you say, baby.”

Forty minutes and two beers later, both of you sit back on the couch, panting slightly.

“Okay,” says Jungkook evenly, dropping his console to the side. “So… we’re not - we’re not bad.”

You shake your head. “Nope. We’re both… very good.” When all he does is nod slowly in response, you bite your lip. “There’s no way we’re stopping now, right?”

Jungkook scoffs. “When we’re one each? Not a chance.” He looks past you at the window. “The rain’s gotten better, though…”

You turn to look as well, realising that you’d forgotten for a bit there as to why you’re here at all. “Oh. So should we go then? I mean, we can always play the third game later,” you reason, trying to sound nonchalant even though you know there’s no way you’ll be able to stop thinking about it.

He chews on his bottom lip, clearly contemplating, and finally takes out his phone to check something. “Um… we’ve probably got time for one more game?”

“Exactly what I wanted to hear,” you chuckle, kissing him on the cheek before getting up and heading towards the kitchen. You get a drink of water, Jungkook coming over and helping you navigate the large, open kitchen and offering you yet another beer.

“Are you trying to get me drunk, Jeon?” you ask, narrowing your eyes as he presents you with the third can.

His eyes widen. “What? No. I was just offering -” He breaks off when you snort and mock punches your jaw. “Evil, Lee-lee.”

You give him a look, automatically linking your fingers with his and bringing your hands down together. “You’re really calling me Lee-lee?”

“Isn’t that what your friends call you?”

“That’s what a friend calls me.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes. “Not sure you can call him a friend if he cock blocks you that many times in one night,” he grumbles, making you laugh and squeeze his hand.

“You can call me Lee-lee.”

“Nah, I’ll come up with something else. Ace.”

You bristle. “What? You don’t believe it?”

He shrugs innocently. “We are one each.”

“Fine. No more beer for me, then,” you decide. “I want to be in possession of all my faculties for this third match. Unless you’ll have one, too.”

But he shakes his head. “I have to drive.”

“Convenient.”

“You know it. You can eat something, though, if you need solids.”

“That’s not a bad idea,” you admit, your stomach rumbling the moment you realise how hungry you are. “I had a really early lunch today. But aren’t we going out…?”

Jungkook hesitates, looking out the kitchen window. It’s still raining, but it’s definitely not as heavy as it was before. “I thought we’d stop on the way to get something to eat before the - before the thing.” He looks down at you and shrugs. “But it doesn’t look like that’s going to happen. Do you want ramen?” he asks, letting go of your hand and opening one of the cabinets to reveal what looks like six months worth of ramen inside it. “I have different flavours, but this one’s my favourite…”

You nod, not knowing what else to do. It’s clear he’s disappointed about the night not going as planned and you find yourself wanting to reach for him, possibly hug his muscled shoulders and kiss him until he forgets. But when he presents three different cups of ramen to you, your hunger takes precedence and you choose the hot chilli ramen.

“Good choice,” he remarks approvingly, taking two cups of said flavour and bustling around, heating the water and fumbling with the wrappers. It’s rather endearing to watch and when he’s finally done, you follow him into the living room with your steaming cup and a pair of chopsticks.

“That was good,” he sighs five minutes later, once he’s polished off his bowl. “Are you done?”

“Just about.” You pick up the last piece of chicken and hold it out. “Do you want the last one?”

Jungkook eyes it for a moment before looking up at you and, apparently deciding you’re serious, leans forward with his mouth open so you can drop it in. “Thanks,” he says with his mouth full.

You chuckle, placing your empty bowl at the corner of the table and picking up the console. “Ready for the battle of the century, golden maknae?”

“Bring it, Ace.”

Ten minutes in, all thoughts of endearment and affection are out the window as you concentrate on the TV screen with all your energy. Next to you, Jungkook sits forward with his legs spread out in front of him, elbows resting on his thighs as he holds his console in the centre, tongue poking the inside of his cheek as he focuses on the screen. You’re sitting similarly, and even through your awareness of how seriously you’re both taking this, you find yourself giving it your all. 

“Oh, come on!” Jungkook groans and falls back on the couch before getting up. “Lucky shot,” he mutters, flicking your temple lightly when you laugh.

“Don’t be a sore loser, Kook,” you tell him cheerfully, ruffling his hair and kissing him on the cheek. “Come on, it's a match point. Do your worst, Jeon.”

“You’re an insufferable winner, you know that?”

“Try saying that without smiling, maybe?”

Straightening his face instantly, Jungkook turns back towards the TV. “Alright, that’s enough trash talk. You haven’t won yet,” he reminds you, holding up the remote with his thumb hovering over the Continue button and clicking it.

This play goes on for much longer, long enough that it’s more or less half the game. You’re both playing your best, attempting subtle trash talk but once you realise you’re both embarrassingly terrible at it, you stop and get back to focusing on the game.

“Jungkook, what are you -”

“Hey, that's a foul!”

“No, that was almost a foul, don’t - no!” The game ends and Jungkook sits back, raising his hands and grinning in victory. 

“Ah, that feels good.” He exhales happily and turns towards you, looking the most upbeat you’ve seen him be all night. “Good game,” he adds, sounding playful yet slightly taunting.

You push him on the shoulder, scowling. “Shut up.”

“What? I mean it,” he replies, reaching for your wrist but grabbing only air when you get up off the couch and head to the kitchen. “Oh, come on, Lia,” he says, chortling as he gets up as well and follows you into the kitchen where you open the fridge, and wraps his arms around your shoulders. “Don’t be a sore loser,” he teases, repeating your own words with his lips at your hair.

Rolling your eyes, you hold onto his forearm and elbow him in the side, heart fluttering begrudgingly when he giggles. “You won by the skin of your teeth, Jeon,” you remind him, turning around in his arms and almost forgetting to breathe when you find your mouth inches away from his. "It was a good game, though, I'll give you that," you admit, your heart zooming when his hands slide down to your waist.

"You were a worthy opponent, too," he says generously, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

You nod, eyes still closed and forehead still pressed to his. "Best three out of five?" 

He snorts and kisses you again, laughing against your mouth. "Don't worry, maybe I'll let you win next time."

You pull away and grab the collar of his t-shirt in your fists. "I will end your life if you ever do that."

"Point taken." He kisses the tip of your nose and looks down at you with a small smile and you think it's fondness, the thought of which terrifies you and thrills you in equal measure. You're about to reach up and kiss him again, hoping to keep it going this time when his phone pings. One arm still around you, he reaches into his back pocket to pull out his cell. You watch him as he reads the text, frowning when his face falls.

“Damn it.” Jungkook sighs and lets go of you, tossing his phone on the counter and running a hand through his hair.

“What’s wrong?”

“I -” He looks at you and hesitates, as though contemplating whether to tell you. “They - they cancelled the thing. Because of the rain and because even if it stops, it’ll be too late and…” He trails off, looking absolutely crushed.

It takes you a moment to realise that he’s talking about your date. “Oh. You mean where we were going to…” When he nods at the floor forlornly, you sigh. You’re not sure if it’s disappointment exactly that you feel; you’ve had a pretty good time so far, with enough and more moments where you’d forgotten about the date entirely. But when you see how devastated Jungkook looks, you suddenly feel bad. “Just - just out of curiosity,” you begin, leaning sideways on the kitchen counter next to him, “what was the date? I mean, you can tell me now, right?”

Jungkook looks up at you, evidently deciding to spill. “It was one of those… you know, those drive-in movies. Where everybody sits in a huge park or whatever and watches a movie on a projector…” He shrugs, the tips of his ears turning red. “It was the first time one of those was happening in Seoul and I thought… the movie was Mulholland Drive,” he finishes despondently.

You don’t know what to say. You had your doubts, even after the night he snuck you out, if you two would have that sustained chemistry or if you would ever be able to look at him as someone more than a fun crush and a fling. Now, with the way your chest expands with more affection than you would’ve thought possible, it occurs to you that if Jungkook continues being this genuine and sweet, apart from being hideously attractive, you’re in real danger of properly falling for him.

Biting your lip, you reach for his tattooed hand. “That sounds really nice,” you tell him softly. When he doesn’t respond, you tug him closer, subtly rolling your eyes when he barely moves. “Kook, come on, you can’t really be blaming yourself for this.”

“One date!” he exclaims, making you jump. “We couldn’t have one proper date together without the rain or - or Dal or someone just shutting down an entire event. Screw it, I’m having a beer.” He strides past you and flings open the fridge, snatching a can of beer and popping it open with a vengeance. Taking a large swig, he brings the can down and winces as the mouthful of beer hits his throat.

You can’t decide if you want to laugh or hug him, so you settle for silently taking another beer as well and clinking it with his before taking a sip.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

“No, I ruined another date. Or another chance at a date,” he mutters, hanging his head.

“Jesus, Kook. I’ve had a great time regardless,” you tell him, almost challenging him to complain further.

“You’re just saying that,” he says in a small voice, although he does look slightly mollified. “I just… I feel bad. The first date sucked because of me, the second one barely counted as a date, then we kept cancelling third and now that we’re finally here… we get stuck in the elevator for thirty minutes and then it rains and then you get beaten at FIFA?”

His creeping grin is almost worth the reminder of your defeat. “You’re fine,” you note shortly, rolling your eyes and pulling him by the hand again into the living room. “Also - Mulholland Drive?”

Jungkook nods, leaning against the back of the couch and pulling you casually to stand between his legs. “It’s a good movie. Or so I’ve heard. One of my friends has been recommending it to me forever but I never got around to watching it.”

“Me neither.” You observe him thoughtfully for a moment. “It’s on Netflix, though.”

He raises his eyebrows and thirty seconds later, you’re disposing of both cans of beer before you come out to see Jungkook turning the TV stand to face the balcony. “I, uh… I thought we could still do the outdoor thing. If - if you want,” he adds sheepishly. “The balcony has a roof so it’s dry.”

You nod, unable to find words, as a heart-tugging smile breaks across his handsome face and he scurries inside, calling at the last minute for you to take cushions from the couch. 

“It can get cold,” he says, entering the balcony with a blanket in his hands. You take it wordlessly as he settles down next to you on the floor of the balcony, both your backs against the cushions propped up by the railings. The TV stand has been turned inside the living room and pushed close to the balcony so the flatscreen is at perfect eye level. 

Jungkook tosses the blanket over both of you, adjusting it so you’re both covered. “Ready?” He turns on the movie as you sit beside each other, arms pressed together at the opening credits come on. It’s as good as Jungkook could have possibly improvised, you think, given the onslaught of things outside his control. Since it rained for over an hour, the air is cold and wet, the breeze making goosebumps erupt on your arms. You consider doing a filmy, date kind of thing and dropping your head on his shoulder, maybe looping your hand around his arm - but it’s not long before something else comes up.

“You’re - Jungkook, stop!” 

“No, you stop!”

You gasp when he yanks the blanket hard and it almost slides off of you. “You can’t just steal the whole blanket,” you hiss, keeping your voice low for the movie.

“I’m stealing it? You’re the one who needs to fold it - you’re basically using double of what I am!”

“It’s a tiny blanket.”

“It’s from the guest room.” He scoffs, looking annoyed. “You know what? This is the sixth thing: you’re a blanket thief!” he whispers loudly.

You glare at him. “It’s cold.”

“Well, who asked you to wear only one layer?”

“It’s summer! I didn’t know we'd have a freak thunderstorm to- oh, come on, can you just share?” You huff and sit back against the pillow. 

“I need more of the blanket. Logically.”

“Yeah, because you’re gigantic.”

“And you’re… so annoying,” he mutters, sliding an arm around your waist and pulling you onto his lap with ease and shifting so you’re situated between his legs. “Now can we watch the movie?” he asks, bringing the blanket up and wrapping his arms around your shoulders. 

It takes everything you have to keep from smiling too widely, until you realise he can’t see your face so you give into it, feeling your cheeks get warm as you lean back into his chest.

“Better?”

“It’s alright.”

It’s better than alright. Jungkook’s warm, masculine cologne feels like a hug and his jaw resting against the side of your head makes your heart float. At one point, when you sweep your hair off your neck to bring it over your left shoulder because of the breeze, you feel him bend his neck and lightly kiss your tattoo.

“It’s my dog’s name,” you say after a moment. You don’t elaborate and he doesn’t ask, simply nodding and pressing another kiss to the same spot.

“Lia?” He murmurs your name into your hair a little while later and waits for you to nod in acknowledgement. “I know this wasn’t the date you were expecting. I really tried, though.”

Your heart feels like it could break and you feel that dangerous heaviness in your chest that you know can only mean you’re falling for him faster than you thought. You keep your cool, however.

“Kook.” You say his name like he said yours, saying it against his forearm. “I meant what I said. I did have a really great time. Ramen, beer, video games, Netflix… I mean, the drive-in thing sounded really cool, but this was kind of the perfect date.”

He buries his head in your neck. “You’re just saying that,” he says, voice muffled, but you can hear the smile in his voice. Lifting his head slightly, he kisses the spot under your ear, making goosebumps erupt on the back of your neck that have nothing to do with the wind. “I’m glad, though.” His arms loosen around you slightly and one of them accidentally brushes your breast, and it’s like a switch has been turned on.

“Only thing missing?” You turn around and spread your knees, straddling him. He looks mildly taken aback for a moment, hands coming to rest naturally on your hips, fingers firm on your demin-clad arse. “Dessert.”

You kiss the growing smile on his face, bringing your hands up to his face and into his hair, sighing when you feel his hands slide up your back confidently and pull you to him. It’s absolutely insane how attracted you are to him; his body is built like a tank. The first time you’d thought that was at the HYBE party you’d run into him as you both sneaked into the kitchen; now, enveloped in his arms and chest as he kisses you, his lips soft and firm on yours, you find yourself so turned on by that fact. 

The blanket slides off your shoulders and falls to the ground as you shift even closer to him. “M-m, it’s okay,” you whisper when he tries to pick it back up.

Jungkook runs his hands up your bare arms, kissing you again before pulling away. “You’re freezing.”

“I’m shivering,” you correct him, tugging at the bottom of his shirt and slipping your hands underneath. He inhales sharply when your hands make contact with his skin and you want to dig your nails into his taut, muscled abdomen. “And it’s not because of the cold.”

Jungkook nods and dutifully goes back to kissing you, trailing his lips down to your jaw, your neck and down to your cleavage. Suddenly glad you’re wearing a low-cut top, you sit up straighter to give him better access, biting back a moan when he squeezes your breasts and slides down the sleeves of your top. Cringing slightly, you stop him. When he looks up with hooded eyes and swollen lips, you almost want to continue.

“Sorry… it is actually quite cold,” you admit, wincing. “Too cold for me to take my clothes off, anyway. Can we go inside?”

“Yeah, of course.” Without another word, you both get to your feet and your lips meet again, immediately. He backs you into the house and to the couch, one hand in your hair and the other sliding down your waist and grabbing your arse, where he sits down and swiftly pulls you back onto his lap.

Here, in the warmth and the dim lighting, the atmosphere changes and suddenly your hands are everywhere. You take off your top and Jungkook groans softly before coming back to your chest, kissing your ample flesh and burying his face in it before pulling down the cups of your bra and taking one nipple in his mouth without warning.

“Oh, fuck, Jungkook…” Your core aches deliciously and you grind against his pelvis to give yourself some much needed friction as you hold his head in place, feeling his tongue circle your tip before sucking on it. “Oh, God…”

He pulls away after a minute and you immediately tug on his t-shirt, pulling it over his head and leaving his entire torso on display. It’s not the first time you’ve seen him topless, but in the state you’re in, you find yourself wanting to run your tongue over every visible piece of skin. So, you do. Starting with his collarbone, to his pecs, to his sternum - you kiss it, bite the spots where his muscles flex, and each gasp from him only makes you want to fuck yourself on thigh right now.

You crawl off his lap eventually, at eye level with the waistband of his jeans. Looking up at him, you silently stand up and adjust your bra before taking off your jeans, leaving you in nothing but lingerie. “Like what you see?” you quip softly, getting back down on your knees between his legs.

Jungkook laughs shakily. “I always did. You’re beautiful.” He watches you with that same small smile while you unbutton his jeans and pull them down slightly, reaching up to palm his erection through his black boxer briefs. “Fuck,” he whispers, dropping his head on the back of the couch and pinching the bridge of his nose.

He’s so hot. Seeing him like this, half naked with his arousal clearer than ever, just for you, you squeeze your thighs together to control your heat, biting your lip when you feel how sticky they are. Shifting up slightly, you kiss the spot below his bellybutton, trailing your way down to the elastic of his briefs and gently tug them down along with his jeans. He lifts his hips off the couch right on cue and you bring his clothes down around his ankles, your toes curling when you finally see his erection, big, hard and dripping pre cum.

Jungkook watches you, his Adam’s apple bobbing, hands clutching the edge of the couch. Not breaking eye contact, you reach to wrap your fingers around him and give him a few strokes, watching in arousal and wonder as his expression morphs into one of ecstasy, brows furrowed and jawline sharp. Sitting forward, you finally take him in your mouth, pressing your thighs together once more when he gasps.

You suck him off sloppily, your tongue circling his tip while you lower your head to take him in further, as much as his size will allow. His hand comes up to your hair and you can tell he’s trying to be gentle as he clutches it, biting his lip as his moans get louder now. You suck in your cheeks and begin bobbing your head faster now and reach for his balls with your other hand, cupping them and making him gasp again.

“Lia, fuck -” He doesn’t get out a single word more, his hips bucking forward as he cums in your mouth. You feel the hot spurts and slow down until he’s done, gently letting him go and quietly swallowing, sitting back and brushing your hair off your neck as he recovers, panting with his hand covering his face. Feeling a mix of pride and arousal, you stand up and approach him, smiling as he pulls you back down on his lap by the hips. 

“You’re amazing,” he breathes, kissing you a little messily on your lips. “I’m - I’m sorry I didn’t warn you before -”

“It’s alright,” you tell him, lowering your head to give him a deep kiss and moaning into his mouth when you feel his semi-erect cock brush your heat. “You’re so fucking hot, Jeon,” you mutter, biting his lower lip. “God, I need you.”

You barely realise you’ve said the last bit out loud when Jungkook nods and pulls away, patting your hip before hooking a hand around your knee and standing up, picking you up along with him. You wrap your arms around his neck instantly, snorting when he hitches you up to make it more comfortable.

“You said you needed me,” is all he says in explanation, taking you into what you presume is his bedroom and lowering you onto the bed so you land with a slight bounce on the mattress.

“Wow, this is really soft,” you comment, running your fingers along the bedsheet, momentarily diverted while Jungkook turns on the dim light from behind his bedside table and rummages around inside the drawer.

“Yeah? That’s good,” he mutters, climbing back onto the bottom of the bed and tugging on your legs so you slide down with a yelp. “You’re going to need to be comfortable.” Without another word, he pulls down your underwear and tosses it to the side, pressing two fingers lightly to your outer lips. “So wet,” he breathes, closing his eyes momentarily.

You believe him. The next thing you know, you feel his warm breath on the inside of your thigh, so close to your core that you could scream. He holds your legs open with one hand on each thigh and kisses the inside, making his way up slowly and agonizingly, until you hear another intake of breath and you know what he’s spotted.

“You have a tattoo all the way up here?” He presses his lips to the same spot again, lightly nipping at the skin before kissing it again. “That’s four. No wonder I didn’t see it on our first date.”

“What are third dates for, right?” you manage, sounding wrecked to your own ears before he’s even touched you.

Jungkook chuckles quietly, continuing his trail up your inner thigh until he finally reaches your core. “Thanks for saying yes to that, by the way,” he says softly before going straight for your clit and kissing it. He uses his lips the entire time, exploring every inch of your folds, as he pulls you even more to him.

“Jungkook, you - oh, my God, don’t - don’t stop, don’t -” You can’t even form full sentences as he continues assaulting your pussy, his lips and tongue making soft, wet sounds as he eats you out. You squirm and reach for his thick hair to grind your hips into his face, each movement making him groan and clutch your thighs harder. You were already so far gone before he started; you’re not sure you can keep this going much longer. Your moans get louder and faster until you feel an explosion, shuddering as you feel wave after wave of pleasure hit you as he slows down and kisses the inside of your thigh again, wiping his mouth on your skin. 

You know the moment Jungkook crawls on top of you that this is only the first orgasm tonight; one side of his mouth tilts upward in a smirk, his hair dishevelled and his torso looking more muscular than ever. “Jungkook, that was -” You break off, still panting as he grins and kisses the side of your neck and strokes your hips lovingly, letting you come down from your high. “That was incredible.”

He simply nods, his expression holding everything from excitement to pride, with affection and full blown lust in there, too. He kisses you then and you respond eagerly, bringing his face down to yours and pressing your chest against his, wanting to feel every inch of him on your skin. You do; only a few seconds in, you feel his erection, now fully hard again, press against your pelvic bone and you moan, already aching again at the thought of him inside you this time.

As if reading your mind, Jungkook murmurs against your lips. “Sure you can take more?”

In the midst of everything, his question tugs at the right chord. “Oh, I can,” you tell him, reaching down between your bodies and wrapping your fingers around his cock again, chuckling when he exhales sharply. “Can you, though?”

“Relax, baby, we’re not keeping score,” he says, lips at your jaw and trailing lightly down your neck. Then, without warning, he sits up and flips you over, spanking your arse cheek loudly.

“Motherf-”

“Oh, wow.” Jungkook runs his thumb over a spot on your lower back. “There’s the fifth,” he says softly, bending to kiss it.

You groan, partly from the position you’re both in and partly from the new discovery. “That’s my least favourite one,” you admit, looking at him over your shoulder to see him shake his head.

“I love it.” Running a hand lovingly up your back and unhooking your bra so it falls open, he brings to fingers between your legs and reaches for your clit again, sighing in pleasure and you’re surprised at how wet you are again. “I want you so bad, Lia…”

“All yours,” you gasp, biting your lip at how incredible his fingers feel. At your words, Jungkook retrieves his fingers and you whine in annoyance. A moment later, you hear the condom wrapper tear and feel his hands on either side of your hips, lifting it up slightly before entering you in one stroke, making you gasp again and whimper when he pulls out almost all the way to slam into you again.

“God, you feel incredible,” he groans, picking up the pace of his thrusts and bottoming out each time. You can feel the bed shake under you despite how large and sturdy it is as you muffle your cries and whimpers into the pillow. You feel him bend and kiss your shoulder, his chest brushing your back. “I don’t have neighbours, baby,” he mutters into your ear, linking his fingers with yours as he presses you into the bed. “You can be as loud as you want.”

You take him at his word, every thrust fucking something else into you as his grunts grow louder and his pace increases. Just as you feel close, maybe thirty seconds away, he pulls out and turns you over onto your back. His neck and chest are glistening and you feel your own hair clammy and your chest sweaty, but you don’t care. If anything, if possible, he’s even sexier to you now.

“I’m so close, Kook,” you murmur desperately, pulling him down by the neck to kiss him. “Just fuck me already.”

Jungkook nods, looking dazed and aroused as hell. Kissing you again, longer and deeper this time, he pulls away and slowly enters you, stretching you out a whole different way. Both of you groan in unison and he drops his head onto your shoulder as he begins moving again, going back to his original speed within seconds. You throw your head back on the pillow as you feel the familiar sensation returning, the sound of his hips snapping against your reverberating through the room.

“M-more,” you whimper, losing all sense of vocabulary as he lifts your right leg and pushes it into your chest, continuing to pound into you. “Fuck, Jungkook, I’m so -” Before the words leave your mouth, you feel the second orgasm of the night hitting you and your muscles go slack, your heart beating a mile a minute as you ride it out.

“Wow,” he murmurs softly, kissing your cheek. “I think I’m falling for you,” he confesses against your skin.

All you can manage to do is squeeze his bicep to indicate you’ve heard him as he resumes his movements, this time immediately speeding up and eventually sitting up to increase his pace. He looks absolutely spectacular, and you see your hands move towards his torso before you feel them, feeling the hard muscle and damp skin underneath your fingers as he makes one last, hard thrust and groans throatily, falling forward and balancing on his hands.

For a few moments, neither of you move; you stay there in each other's arms, the sounds of your laboured breathing the only sound in the room. Eventually, he moves up to look at you, and silently, both of you meet in a sweet, passionate kiss. 

He moves off of you then to dispose of the condom before climbing back into bed next to you and lying on his back, bringing you into his chest. For the first time since you met him, you let him lead, and tuck into him with your hand lightly placed on his sternum.

“You have some insane stamina, you know that?” you remark after a few seconds. You look up at him, heart fluttering when he kisses your forehead.

“I do some insane dance practice.” His fingers are light on your shoulder, ghosting over your skin. “So… overall, good third date?”

You burst out laughing, muffling it against his chest and feeling him shake underneath you. Lifting your head, you kiss his jaw. “Yes, Jeon. It was a good third date.”

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[likeastarstar]

rank the boys from best to worst boyfriend!!

LOL THIS IS FUNNY

disclaimer this is a joke and in no way reflective of the boys actual personalities and boyfriend abilities or a diss in anyway this is just me and my head ok

BEST

Taehyung would probably the best boyfriend just bc he's so romantic and lovesick lol I feel like he'd never forget a birthday or an anniversary and he'd want to meet your parents and take care of you and he'd be so good at planning dates. He'd wake you up with coffee in bed and try to make you breakfast but burn it and all of that cheesy, adorable shit.

Hoseok would probably be next because he's just so incredibly sweet and nice and attentive. He'd never leave messes around the house for you to clean up and would buy you cute little matching outfits to stroll around town in. I think he'd listen to you when you need to rant and actually give you rly valid advice. I also think he'd be that boyfriend who takes care of your friends the way he takes care of you like girls night is always at your house and he's down for the gossip sesh

Jimin is next. he'd be higher but honestly he would prioritize work sometimes I think like if he needed to stay at the studio late to perfect something he would and while he'd shoot you a text to let you know, I think it would be important to him that his partner knows his career is a priority and to be flexible about it. But I do think he'd be so attentive and so loving and just so incredibly sweet as a boyfriend! I think he'd never make you ask for attention or more love bc he just is love in a human form.

Yoongi would be a pretty good boyfriend but I also think he's not like a big anniversary, huge display of affection, type of guy. I think he'd be so attentive and loving but in a rly quiet, humble way. I also think while he's around you all the time, he wouldn't be the biggest date planner. Like he's not gonna organize a string quartet and rent a helicopter for a random saturday night BUT he will get takeout from your favorite place and watch pride and prejudice with you and then give you a back massage

Jin is next! He would be a great boyfriend! He would be baby tho. You'd have to remind him about events he already said yes to going to and set out exactly what he should wear or else he's going in matching sweats lol I think he'd be willing to meet your parents and your friends but he would whine and be dramatic about it bc he gets nervous and why can't you guys just stay home? please? please? PLEAAASE? No? Fine. But you're letting me stay up all night playing video games to make up for it.

Jungkook is next....I really sat here debating whether or not he'd be last or second to last lol. ITS NOT THAT HED BE A BAD BOYFRIEND! ITS JUST--- boy zones out, ok? he zones out a lot. He also is extremely independent. He'd forget to call you if he gets sucked into something he's doing. He prioritizes his job and takes things very seriously and I don't see him wanting to take chances when it comes to his career, understandably so. I feel like he'd be so fun to go on dates tho and you guys text all the time and send funny tiktoks back and forth and are best friends

Namjoon. I'm sorry. He's a good boyfriend but he's endearingly not a good boyfriend at the same time. He tries really hard and to be honest who cares about the details when you're dating Joon bc you love him so much but yeah he probably forgets anniversaries and has no idea what birthday gift to get you so he asks the sales attendants for help but when he describes you he says you "always smells really nice, like really warm and comforting but also clean and fresh like a flower. They like to dress up sometimes but sometimes they're just in a t-shirt and shorts and that looks super good too-"

NOT SO BEST

[t3kandson]

Master list 🔞🔞🔞🔞

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2NE1

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AB6IX

Jeon Woong

Kinktober2022

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Park Woojin

Kinktober2022

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Oppa’s Hyung 2.4K words

Warning; Angst, flirting, nudity descriptions, Alcohol Consumption, Oral (69), fingering, Tit wank, full sex. Slight fight.

Jeon Woong & Park Woojin

Absolute Heartache 41k words in total

Warning, ⚠️as it’s a mafia it’s very gruesome ⚠️ Attempted Rape, Attempted Murder, Violence, Gunfire, kidnapping, Violence, Blood, Angst, Smut, Hair Pulling, Choking, Degrading, Pimping Out, Voyeurism, Death of Minor Characters & Major Character, (as it’s a mafia story) Oral sex, Thigh sex, Fingering, Full Sex, Hearing Sexual Acts, Breeding & Labour description.

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A.C.E

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ATEEZ

Jung Wooyoung

Make me your bias 3.9k words

Warning; Angst, Alcohol Consumption, Smut, Oral (Giving) & Sex

O8

Guessing Game 6.3k words

Warning; Dominance, Rope play, Massage, edging, Size Training, Orgy, spanking, Choking, degrading, blindfolds, creampie, fingering, oral & Penetrating Sex.

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BTOB

Peniel

Burn Play 3.5k words

Warnings; Smut, Rope Play, Temperature play, Dominance (Peniel), & Body marking

Kinktober2022

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Blackpink

Jennie

Movie fun 🏳️‍🌈 1.6k words

Warnings, angst & Smut

Lisa

Youtube Boyfriend 🏳️‍🌈. 2k words

Warning; alcohol, Cheating, Smut, Faked Porn listening, Oral and Tribbing

Personal Masseuse. 1.2k words

Warning; Massage, Breast Playing, Fingering, Tribbing & Creampie,

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BTS

Min Yoongi

Lion prey 2.4K words

Warning; Dominane. Angst, jealously, Choking, oral sex (giving), biting, body marking, Spanking and unprotected mirror (well reflection of the window) sex.

Kim Taehyung (V)

Making New Memories. 2.9k words

Warning; Smut, Drunken Sex, Oral Sex, and Alcohol abuse.

17 Valentines. Ft Seventeen 3.6k words

Warnings; Angst, friends with benefits, Alcohol, arguing, Smut, Mastabation, Oral & Sex.

Beach fun. 1.3k words

Warnings; Angst & Fluffy and a little Jihope

Alpha ’s Claim 1.1k words

Warning; Alpha Taehyung, Reader as Omega, Knitting, Breeding, oral (receiving) and body marking.

Kim Namjoon & Kim Taehyung

Kinktober2022

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CIX

(Also see Kpop Crossovers)

Kim Yonghee

Jealousy's fair game 2.6k words

Warnings, Kissing Games, Angst, Smut, Jealousy, Alcohol Consumption, Body Marking, Hair Pulling, Degrading, spanking, Rough and slight public sex and Orgasm denial.

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DKB

(Also See Kpop Crossovers)

Yang Heechan

Hidden Identity 7k words

Warning; Angst, Catfishing, Mention of Vaping & Alcohol consumption, Body Marking, Oral (Giving), Slight Choking & Unprotected sex.

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E’Last

(Also see Kpop crossovers)

Rano

Blue Stranger. 2.1k words

Warnings; Angst, Smut, sex with strangers (remember to never actually go home with a stranger guys it’s not real!), and slight stalking behaviour (it’s ok Rano’s the knight in shining armour)

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EXO/SUPERM

Kim Jongin (kai)

New Year’s Baby Daddy 2.1k words.

Warning; Smut, Masturbating & Pregnancy kinks.

Jealous Dance 3.4K words

angst, smut, oral sex, Jealousy, fighting

Distraction. 1.6k words

Warning; Angust, Smut, Cockwarming, Edging, Oral Sex, Fingering, Sex, Body Marking and Spanking.

Kinktober2022

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Love will always find a way 6k words

Warnings; Angst, Forbidden love, Controlling father and slight boyfriend, Cheating, body marking & rough sex.

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(G) I-dle

Jeon Soyeon

Snapshot 2.4K words 🏳️‍🌈

Warnings; slight alcohol mention, Hot tub smut, Sex Toys, Tribbing, Oral and fingering.

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GOT7

Jinyoung

Crazy Sasaeng 3.5k words

Warnings; angst, Friends with Benefit, Smut, Sex, Stalker behaviour, Sasaeng’s, fighting and arguing.

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KARD

Mathew Kim aka BM

You don't love me no More. 2.2k Words

Warning; Angst, Playful banter, Frisky hands, slight drowning, slight edging, Claiming kink & Pool Sex.

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KNK

Park Seoham -

Tease in the wild 6k words

featuring A.C.E. Lee Donghun and Seven O’clock Kim Sangwon aka Login.

Warning; public and outside sexual acts, teasing, fingering and oral (both giving and receiving) full sex.

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Monsta X

(See Kpop Cross overs)

Son Hyunwoo (Shownu)

Kinktober

Details in the link

Lee Hoseok

Daddy Daycare 7k Words

Warning; Alcohol Consumption, Alcohol Games, Fingering, Daddy Kink, Spanking & Rough sex.

Yoo Kihyun

Kinktober2022

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Chae Hyungwon

Kinktober2022

Details in the link

Kiss or Death. 5.5k words

Warnings; Angst, Time Warps, Time Travel, Guns, Gun Shootings, Hostages, Fighting, Choke holds, Temporary Death of a Major Character, Threatening Death Sentence, Oral, (Receiving), Fingering & Sex.

Lee Jooheon

Incubus Prey 3.2k words

Warnings; Smut, Angst, thigh and oral sex and Breeding

Kinktober2022

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IM Changkyun

Birthday Show. 2k words

Warnings; Smut, Fingering, oral sex, Sex, voyeurism & alcohol abuse.

Kinktober2022

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Son Hyunwoo & Lee Minhyuk

Forgetful Memories 7.4 words

Warning; Angst, Jealousy, Slight Domestic Violence, Slight Cheating, Slight Suicidal thoughts, Manipulation, Supernatural powers & Sex.

Lee Minhyuk & Lee Hoseok

Kinktober2022

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Lee Hoseok & Yoo Kihyun

Youth Of No Regrets Ongoing

OT6

Lush. 5.2k words

Warning, Orgy, Sex Games, Restraint, Oral, Anal, Cum Play, Anal Fingering, Rimming, Voyeurism, Mastabation, BDSM, Choking and slight degrading.

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NCT

Lee Jeno

Kinktober2022

Details in link

Stranger. 2.9k

Warning; Alcohol consumption, Arrange Marriage, loss of virginity, size training, Oral (Receiving) Fingering & Slight Parental Abuse

Lee Jeno & Lee Donghyuk

Saviour 6.2k words

Warning; Angst, Degrading, Emotional Abusive Relationship, Arranged Marriage, Child abuse (Adult Child), House Arrest, Open Relationships, Fingering, Oral (Giving) & Protected Sex.

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Oneus

(See Kpop Crossovers)

Kim Youngjo

Kinktober2022

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Seventeen

(See Kpop crossovers)

Wen Junhui, Kim Mingyu, Xu Minghao, Hansol Vernon Chwe & Lee Chan

Kinktober2022

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Stray Kids

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The Boyz

(also check Kpop Crossovers)

Lee Sangyeon

Kinktober2022

Details in link

Bae Jacob

Stormy Past 3k words

Warning; near miss car accident, protected Car Sex, Angst & fluffy.

Kinktober2022

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Kim Younghoon

Kinktober2022

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Family’s at Friction 9k words

Warning; Angst, Guns, Robbery, Hostage, Violence (not by any TBZ characters), Oral (receiving), body marking & Unprotected sex

Lee Hyunjae

Kinktober2022

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Lee Juyeon

Kinktober2022

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Moon Kevin

The Secret Protector 10.1 words

Warning; Angst, Anxiety, Panic attacks, Porn, Jealousy, Stalking behaviour, Mild Violence during M/M fighting scene, slight Injury, Degrading comments, Oral sex (Giving & Receiving), fingering & slight public sex.

Choi Chanhee

Kinktober2022

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Ju Haknyeon

Kinktober2022

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Hur Hyunjun

Kinktober2022

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Kim Sunwoo

Love bet 17k words

Warnings; angst, alcohol consumption, alcohol abuse, small fights, gambling, Edging, Fingering, Oral and thigh sex, Unprotected sex and Cream pie.

Seed of Life 4.2k words

Warnings; Body worshipping, Hand job, Fingering, Oral sex (Giving and receiving), Full sex including bath sex, creampie, breeding and pregnancy kinks

Kinktober2022

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Blossoms Blow In Jeju 9.3k

Warning; Angst, Jealousy, Insecurity, paranoia, Secrets, Alcohol Consumption, Teasing, Oral (Receiving), Fingering and Unprotected Rough sex,

Sohn Youngjae (Eric)

Mirrors. 3.5k words

Warnings; Angst, Smut, Oral, fingering, Edging and Mirror sex

Kinktober2022

Details in link

Fuck you Sohn 4.2k words

Warning; Dominant & Arrogant Youngjae, Bratty Reader, step siblings incest, Enemy to lovers, slight fluff, loads of Angst and Smut, Marking, Oral (Giving and receiving) and unprotected over stimulating sex.

Tamed Fuck Boy 1.4k words

Warning; Angst, Hand job, Tasting Cum, Biting, Hand Pining & Unprotected Sex.

Bae Jacob, Choi Chanhee & Sohn Eric

Friends in Despair 5.3k words

Warning; Angst, Cheating, Depression & Drowning.

Friends Thrown in Love 5.7 words

Warning; Angst, Jealousy, References of cheating, Manipulation, Fake Relationships, Alcohol Consumption, Oral (Receiving), Fingering, Hand job, Accidental unprotected Sex, Choking & Squirting.

Friends in Chaos. 4.4k words

Warnings; Angst, Alcohol assumptions, Jealously, Body marking, Fingering, Soft Praise Degrading, Unprotected Sex (Reader on pill) & Cheating (if you blink)

Kim Younghoon & Sohn Eric

Immortal Betrayal 49k words

Warnings; fluff, angst, vampires, deaths (including main characters thats not permanent) because it’s a vampire story remember , alcohol abuse, travel Sickness, puking, Blood Sucking, Smut, sexual thoughts, slight Juric shipping, self harming, fire, stabbing & Fighting again remember it’s a vampire story,

Moon Kevin & Ji Changmin

Kinktober2022

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Ju Haknyeon & Hur Hyunjun

Dare to go Wrong 9.9k words

Warning; Manipulation, Dares, Angst, Using, fingering, Oral (Receiving), Spanking, Shibari, Degrading, Humiliation, Nudes, Filming of sexual acts, Threesomes, Anal play, Cum play, Double Penetration Inc Anal.

011

Beware 3.2k words

Warnings, Angst, Betrayal, Slight Love Triangle, Kidnap, Demons, Swords, Animal/Demon Attacks, slight blood, implied death of Major Characters, mention of the Devil, Death and sacrifice.

Learning Love 52k words 🏳️‍🌈

Warnings; Multible Partners, Angst, Fingering, Oral, heavily drinking, drugs, mentions of the word Rape (there isn’t any scenes of rape in this series just the mention of the word), virginity taking, Anal, Anal toys, Threesome, Double Penetration, Wanking, Outside Sex, Heavy BDSM, Flogging, Nipple clamp use, sex toys, handcuffed, Rope tied, Breeding, Creampie, Jealousy, Threesome, Voyeurism, mentions of BDSM injury’s. Foursome, Tribbing, Creampie, wanking, voyeurism, chocking & biting, Filming Porn, over stimulation, Edging, false Accusations, Blindfold, Restraints, Orgasm Denial, Mild violence, Slight Depression and mentions of Joy riding & Police.

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Verivery

(See Kpop Crossovers)

Lee Dongheon

Rainy Strawberry Delight 2.9k words

Warnings; BDSM, Hard Dom, Blindfolded, Hands tied, Biting, Body marking, flogging, Food play, Oral (Receiving) Voyeurism, Choking & outside sex.

Hong Minchan, Jo Gyehyeon & Ju Yeonho

Kinktober2022

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Soloists

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Kpop crossover’s

The Boyz Hyunjae & Seventeen The 8 -

Possession. 4.2k words

Warnings; alcohol, threesome, chocking, degrading, Dom Hyunjae, Dom Minghao, arguing, double penetration (non anal), fingering, oral and unprotected sex (Y/N on Pill but still wrap up guys)

Solo Ho Hyunjoo aka Jessi & 2NE1 Lee Chaerin Aka CL

Mine 🏳️‍🌈 1.2k words

Warnings; fluffy, smut, Rope play, Blindfold, oral sex and fingering

E’last Rano & A.C.E Donghun

Elring’s Choice 🏳️‍🌈 1k words

Warnings; Threesome, Oral Sex, Fingering & Voyeurism

ACE Kim Sehyoon & ONEUS Kim Youngjo (Ravn)

Conflicted Love series

Warnings; Angst & Sexual Conversations. (Will add as go along)

The Boyz Lee Juyeon & Stray Kids Bang Chan & Seo Changbin

Player.

Warning; Angst, Degrading, Fuck boy behaviour, slight violence (slapping), arguing, jealousy, alcohol consumption, slight death threats, Cover story relationship, Talk of arranged marriages Polyamory, Degrading, Pregnancy & Labour, Talk of abortions, Children hospitalisation, fights, fingering, cheating, Oral sex (Juyeon receiving), Full Sex, Anal Sex and Breeding, Voyeurism, Anal, Maiesiophilia & Threesomes.

Monsta X Im Changkyun & Verivery Ju Yeonho

You Can’t Beat Me 2.8k Words

Warning; Teasing, heavy flirting, Minuplulation, Game playing, Using, Oral (Giving), Cum mixing, public sex, Sex partner swapping, hair pulling, degrading, edging & orgasm denial

CIX Kim Seunghun & DKB Jang Dongil aka D1

Throuple Beer Pong 3.6k words

Warning; Alcohol consumption, Drinking Games, Threesome, Fingering, Oral (Giving & Receiving), Cum drinking, Body Marking, Choking, Spanking & Rough sex.

A.C.E. Lee Donghun, The Boyz Kim Sunwoo & DKB Yang Heechan

Sweet Savage Rollercoaster Love

Warning; Angst, Jealousy, Confuy, Anxiety, Arguing, Depression, Mentions of prostitution, alcohol consumption, Fingering & Public Sex, Oral, Mastabating, Voyeurism, Unprotected sex (Reader On Pill), Over Stimulation. Polygamy, Threesomes, Foursomes, Spanking, Double Penetration, Trichophilia, Shower Sex, Edging, Car Sex, Choking, Rough Sex, Rope Play, Degrading, flogging, Over Stimulation, Mirror Sex, Outdoor Sex, Sex Toys and Breeding Kink

A.C.E. Lee Donghun & The Boyz Eric Sohn

Deathly Powers/Power Starved /Reunited in Death 9k /7.8k/7.6k words

Warnings; Angst, Supernatural, Passing out unconscious, Spiritual world, Violence, Death, Devil worshipping, Witchcraft, Images of predicted death of Main Character, Ghosts including Eric, Knife, Blood, Memories, Sacrifice, Suicide, Death of a main character, Supernatural, Ghosts, Crime, Murder, Choking, Threesome (kinda). Oral Sex, Body Marking

A. C.E. Kim Sehyoon & The Boyz Son Youngjae aka Eric

Kawi Bawi Bo 3k words

Warnings; Alcohol consumption, Stripping, Oral (Giving), Biting, Threesomes & Double penetration,

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The Devil Wears Gucci ⬖ Part 6

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•summary:

As the dedicated personal assistant of the genius mind behind House of RM, the empire that rules the fashion industry, your world is turned upside down the day Kim Namjoon himself personally asks you to train his newest hire— the eternally insufferable Kim Taehyung.

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•pairing: Kim Taehyung x oc (feat namjoon)

•genre: enemies to lovers, slow burn, fast banter, devil wears prada au, fashion industry au, f*ckboi au, fluff, romance, slight angst

•word count: 4k of outbursts and emotional entanglements

•rating: this chapter- solid pg-13…. Not so far from now? Probably a mature rating.

•warnings: high banter, a few curse words, the fearsome aura of angry Namjoon, Taehyung being a butt, oc needing some anger management

•author’s note: it is entirely happenstance that this drops the day before Tae’s day of birth, but I’m going to claim it as an act of Army synchronicity a la Jung & Wallea Eaglehawk. I am so excited to post it. I started this in my drafts months ago, but needed to walk away so I could see it again with entirely fresh eyes. And you know what? I was happy with just a few tweaks. Enjoy bb’s. We all know this post will be voraciously re-edited over the next few weeks so get her while she’s hot- new fic fresh from the oven.

(Pic cred to @vantaholic)

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So here you are….

A week has flown by, and you’ve barely survived it.

Serena from Vogue has simultaneously been both your lifeline and a thorn in your side. You really wouldn’t have had the first clue where to start without her, but it’s been a crash course in surviving information overload all week. You’ve spent every waking second either drowning in her emails or pretending you have even the slightest clue what’s going on at all. “Event planner” wasn’t really a skill you’d anticipated adding to your resume prior to all this, but at this point, you could probably throw Kate Middleton’s next baby shower, and it would still be less stressful than this.

Every time you cross paths with Namjoon around the office, there’s a glimmer in his eyes that makes you shiver on a near molecular level. Something about his manner lets you know that even the slightest misstep with this whole event will most likely result in your termination. It’s a sobering thought to say the least—honestly, the tension is downright terrifying. It’s resulted in you taking every chance available to hide in the break room just to catch your breath.

Between Namjoon’s aura prophesying your imminent doom, Serena’s incessant emails, and your own anxiety, you feel fit to burst at any second.

In any other universe, this should have been an ideal situation to have an assistant in. A second in command you never hesitate to rely on. A helper you can trust.

Instead, the cosmos in all its infinite sarcasm has stuck you with Taehyung.

The thought alone is enough to make you sigh. 

To no one's surprise, he’s been a petty, petulant little thing all week. Pouty every time you ask for his help. Resistant any time something is assigned to him. Adamant that nothing is ever his fault if it’s gone wrong and refusing to take accountability for any shred of it. It has driven you absolutely insane. You know the pressure on you is not Taehyung’s fault, but you also know that his repeated decisions to make even the smallest tasks difficult for you is a constant choice, and it makes you stark raving mad.

You know you’ve bitten his head off this week, but it’s only happened once or twice... every time you interact. Sigh. You know, you know. You’re not proud of it. 

In any other circumstance, you might have been able to grit your teeth and deal with all his drama. Take it on the chin like a champ with an eye roll and a gag and keep swinging, but this week, the well of your patience is especially dry- not a single drop to give- but that sucker keeps showing up ready to collect anyway. He hasn’t necessarily been the worst version of himself, but if this is his best, god, you might need to retire before twenty-five.

You wished this wasn’t how it all panned out. You wish you were wrong: that you’d misjudged him all this time, that your rapport was now sparkling- friendship shiny and strong- but you haven’t, and it isn’t, and you doubt it ever will be.

The more he rubs you the wrong way, the more you snap at him. The more you snap at him, the more he goes out of his way to upset you. Back and forth. Rinse and Repeat. So on and so forth into infinity.

You suppose it was all bound to come to a head at some point.

You just wish you’d noticed sooner or noticed at all.

Maybe then you could have prevented what came next, or at the very least, could have braced for the storm.

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When the weekend for the Vogue gala finally arrives, you realize you’ve never been this eager for an event to be over before it’s even begun in your life. Once you’ve spent the morning poring over every last excruciating detail, all that’s left to do is tip the first few dominoes into place and let your worry fester. At this point, you’ve planned for every possible contingency. At least, you hope you have. It’s too late to change it all if you haven’t. What’s set in motion is set in motion.

Now all that’s left is to watch and see if all the pieces you’ve so painstakingly laid will fall into their proper place.

The entire day you’ve felt like a living, breathing google search result for nervous breakdown. You’ve been a jittery, shivery, high strung, frazzled mess no matter how many times you assure yourself that it’ll all be alright. After almost an entire day’s worth of effort, you’ve nearly managed to convince yourself that, hopefully, possibly, maybe, it really will all be okay. At least, you convince yourself of it enough to keep your lunch down. Most of the day, your tasks are executed without a hitch, and by 2pm, you finally start to believe that maybe the worst has passed. That the planning was the worst part, and this weekend will be okay.

It isn’t until late Friday afternoon that you realize your precious plan’s unraveling has already begun and it may be too late to stop it.

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“I cannot believe you screwed this up,” you grit through aggressively clenched teeth. It’s absurdly early on Sunday morning- only you, Taehyung and the crickets seem to be awake right now. An autumnal mist swirls around your ankles as you shoot a death glare your assistant’s way in the pre-dawn light.

“It was an easy mistake!” he defends.

“Oh, was it? Was it, Taehyung? Was ruining the front end of the biggest project of my entire career an easy mistake?”

“Jesus, you are so dramatic. Really, I still don’t get what the big problem is,” Taehyung shrugs flippantly, shooting an extra obnoxious eye roll to the heavens as he unceremoniously chucks your suitcase a little too roughly into the hatchback.

“The big problem is that we were supposed to fly in, Taehyung. Not drive. Do you have any idea how long it took for me to find a rental car that was available on such short notice? Not to mention, right before a holiday weekend? Thanksgiving is in four days! So you know what I had to do? I had to spend my whole Friday night and my entire Saturday calling rental agencies trying to fix this,” you dart a furious glare his way that he completely ignores.

“And yet you still found one-“

“That the company had to pay through the nose for, might I add.”

“Like Namjoon’s pocket’s couldn’t take the hit. Please,” Taehyung scoffs. “I’m sure that man doesn’t care one bit about holiday rental car rates. He just wants his press.”

“Not this again,” you exhaled, eyes rolling of their own volition. “I do not have the patience to endure you turning this into another one of your anti-Namjoon witch hunts. You’re the one who effed this up. Don’t you dare try to deflect this onto him. ”

“I don’t need to deflect,” he huffed indignantly. “Besides, You solved the problem like you always do because you’re impeccable, and we’ll still be there before everything starts, so I really don’t see why we’re still talking about this like the problem has no solution….Honestly, sometimes I think you just like having something to be mad at me about so you have an excuse to talk to me,” he winks, shoving your garment bag over top the suitcases in the backseat.

“You repugnant little- Hey! Be careful with that! It’s one of our sample gowns!’ You gasp, knocking him sideways to smooth out the garment bag. You certainly don’t  have the capital to save anything if he ruined the organza stunner hidden inside. Shouting over your shoulder, you continue to scold him as you drape the bag gently across the backseat. “Taehyung, this isn’t an excuse to be mad at you. This is a legitimate reason to essentially be livid with you. Booking our flights was your responsibility so this is your fault!”

“I still got us the flights for the trip back though! It’s not my fault the airline goofed on the front end.” The nonchalance oozing out of him makes you want to throttle him.

“It is though, you see, because you were supposed to handle it. All of it. Not just pick and choose the parts you found fun. You were supposed to book in advance, confirm the flights and then check us in, but you didn’t so now I have to clean up your mess. There is enough on my plate this weekend without having to spend energy I don’t have compensating for your careless errors,” you grimace. “ I was supposed to arrive the day before so I could prep and get settled in, but noooo. Now, we’re up at the ass crack of dawn instead - on the day of the event- about to roll out on the worst road trip in history just to get there on time for event set up.”

You’re fuming. There are practically cartoon smoke stacks rising in vapors from your anger, yet Taehyung could not look less bothered.

“I see no reason to complain. Namjoon’s tickets were right. He’s still set to arrive on time, he won’t know anything about this, and we haven’t missed anything. Not really.”

“Stop justifying your nonsense, you little troll. This could have been an easy hour and a half flight with a mimosa in one hand and you six rows back from me while I basked in the ONLY tranquility I was supposed to have this weekend, but instead, I’m gonna be trapped in an overcrowded compact car with you for the next six hours!” you frown as the most indescribably irritating grin slides its way across Taehyung’s architectural face.

“Aww, baby girl, if you wanted to spend more time with me, you could have just asked from the start.” He reaches across to slide a finger down the angle of your cheekbone, winking intolerably as he does. In a flash, your hand reaches up to snatch his wrist away from your face as disgust and anger roll over you in waves.

“Okay, that? That is not a thing you’re gonna do on this trip,” you hiss, eyeing his admittedly massive hand currently clutched in your grip.

“I don’t know what you-“

“Can it,” you glare. “If you’re going to survive the next two days, there will be no flirting, no touching, and none of your generally douchey behavior. You are already this close to being my least favorite person on the planet; and I swear to God, Taehyung, if you tip me any further off balance, I will spend the rest of this weekend cleaning your blood out of the upholstery in this rental.”

His eyes go a bit wide at your outburst. Alarmingly, instead of snapping back with his usual venom or a salacious grin, he’s silent then for perhaps the first time since he froze you out after the wardrobe debacle. In a way, it startles you. Taehyung being quiet is an event you never quite know how to prepare for or recover from, and this moment is no different.

Your gaze flits up to look at him, just in time to catch something swirling in his eyes that you don’t have the first inclination how to read. As your breathing finally begins to settle, you realize you’re still clutching his wrist like a vice, which is when you, regrettably, also notice that Taehyung’s skin beneath your fingers is soft… so much smoother and so much softer than you ever would have anticipated. (Not that you’ve ever imagined such a thing.) In fact, You’re not sure why you even notice or what you’re supposed to do with this information now that you have.

The swirling feeling of being lost at sea doesn’t let up. Because at some point, you become distractedly aware of his pulse thumping wildly beneath your grip at a pace you don’t understand. Looking up, you find yourself stuck on corners and angles of him you don’t usually stop to notice.

Like the shroud of silver framing his eyes. The way his lashes are fluttering softly even as his brows pinch and his jaw tightens. The moment suddenly feels both too soft and too heavy to make any sense. His skin is too warm, his cologne is too sweet, and you’re far, far too close to each other. It’s all too much for your swimmy senses to handle.

When his unreadable gaze lifts to flit between your eyes, a smile creeps across his lips, sending a warmth you don’t understand blooming deep within your belly. You realize neither of you have spoken in so long that the air around you feels like it’s made of torched sugar. The kind that cracks the second Taehyung whispers a soft “Got it, boss lady,” without his gaze ever leaving your eyes.

It’s such a deep rumble at such a low, rich octave that you begin to imagine what fabric it might be made of if sound had a texture. A deep golden corduroy maybe, you think. Even a blood wine velvet. A thought that makes you furrow your brows as you attempt to ignore that you ever had it.

Taehyung’s hand begins to slip slowly out of your grip as some small part of you registers a reluctance to let him go that you don’t have time to fully process. Taehyung licks his lips as his eyes follow your movement, and a little zing illuminates your skin. This moment is lasting too long. It’s too weird, too intimate, too… pleasant. You have got to get out of it. What is happening to you?

“Just to be clear though - when you said I tip you off balance, did you mean it?” He asks calmly with devilish eyes. It’s almost intoxicating in a way it really shouldn't be.

“Huh?”

“Knew I’d get under your skin at some point, Jagi,” he grins. But it isn’t like his smile earlier, the one so open and real that it drew you in before you could catch yourself. No, this one is…It’s almost triumphant. Like this was all a game. It’s smarmy and insincere and settles on your tongue like milk that’s gone sour. Something about it breaks the spell and all that beautiful golden sugar shatters like glass in the dirt. It’s finally enough to help you remember where you are and who you’re with. It’s almost enough to make you disappointed.

“Why do you always have to… ugh. Car- now!” you snap.

“What?? You said it- I’m just getting a little clarity here!”

“For the love of God, get in the car and shut up, Taehyung, or I will make you shut up,” you bark.

Biting back your fury, you can’t bring yourself to look in his direction anymore. His audacity alone gives you a jolt of all the clarity you need to fully shirk out of whatever inexplicable haze you’d just been in. While stomping to the car though, you find yourself feeling off for reasons you can’t fully pinpoint.

When you’re finally far enough away from him to breathe in neutral space, you sigh, trying to wrap your head around it all. Trying to make sense of the maelstrom in your head. Why does he always make it so easy to hate him? And why is it so disappointing when he does ?

You swallow back your resignation, trying instead to focus on the overwhelming task ahead of you. It’s still early morning- there’s a lot more day ahead of you. Maybe this whole exchange was just a symptom of your sleep deprivation coming to a head. You tut at yourself for succumbing to whatever siren’s spell you were just under. Vengeful thing would have been kinder if she’d just drowned you by the rocks instead of letting you think, for even a fraction of a second, that Taehyung actually might…

No. Not now. There are more pressing matters now. You don’t know if there will ever be time for that. With a shake to clear your head, you reach to get in the car and get on your way. But just before your fingertips are mere centimeters from the driver’s side door, Taehyung is suddenly bumping you out of the way.

“Ah ah, you drove last time. It’s my turn. To shotgun with you,” he shoos, shoving you away by your shoulders. Palms too warm even through the down of your coat.

“Fine,” you huff in acceptance, trudging back around the car as you reel from the last few minutes, no drop of fight left in you.

Maybe you should just drop it. Let it be. Maybe you could at least catch up on some sleep before you dove headfirst into the weekend from hell.

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Taehyung dutifully takes over as both driver and playlist curator. Somewhere between the sounds of his favorite jazz trio and the hum of the open road, you find you’re fresh out of the energy to fight your tiredness as the weight of sheer exhaustion finally drags you into sleep. To your surprise, it's actually real sleep. The kind of rest that flutters between heavy and deep, and just below shallow. The kind where your dreams take on a life of their own.

Along the way, you have a hazy recollection of polaroid moments- a smooth voice akin to a lullaby, someone’s knuckle grazing along the curve of your cheek, a whispered goodnight too faint to be clear, but they all feel blurry, too out of focus at the seams to have been reality. Were they dreams? Were they memories?

You can’t be sure. But When you rouse a few hours later, you realize there’s a jacket laid over you- Taehyung’s jacket, to be precise --draped across you like a blanket. Was that the touch you’d remembered? The one you thought was a dream? His hand brushing your skin as he tucked you in?

The cologne on the lapel is smoky and sweet, oddly comforting. Some half awake part of you wonders if maybe his skin smells this nice too while the more alert part of you balks at the thought and shoves the idea all the way back into the fifth ring of hell you’re sure it came from. No level of sleep deprivation ever warrants whatever insanity just tempted you to press your nose to Taehyung’s neck to check to see if he also smelled like vanilla and cedar wood chips. What did this week do to you?

Beside you, Taehyung seems to notice you stirring. He slides his eyes your way as you shuffle in the passenger seat before softly announcing,“The princess wakes,” to no one in particular.

“Don’t call me that,” you frown, voice muffled by the dampening of post-sleep gravel. You can feel how ridiculous your face must look, half awake and fully cranky, but you can’t be bothered to change it. “How far out are we?”

“Just another hour or so. Might need to stop and stretch my legs soon though.” He shifts his long legs beneath him, his knees ungracefully knocking the bottom of the steering wheel as he does, teetering too close to where your hand rests on the seat. It causes your eyes to take a regretful journey down the length of his nicely toned legs stretching against the cut of his linen pants before you can catch yourself. You realize what's happening with a shock, and suddenly, there’s nothing more interesting than the open road. God, you need some coffee.

“Did I really sleep that long?” Distract, distract, distract. The topic must change, you think.

“Been a long week,” he shrugs, adjusting the music to the next song on his playlist. You take a second to analyze him and his sudden nonchalance, but you’re too tired to question.

“Who’s this?” You ask as you shuffle and stretch. A melancholy piano instrumental plays through the speakers backed by a groovy r&b beat- its catchy. Sexy and sad all at once.

“Finally figured out that bridge.”

Your brows scrunch as your groggy brain tries to piece together what he’s referring to until it hits you all at once. “Is this… the song you were playing at Namjoon’s?’

“The day I got framed for theft? Yeah,” he nods as you sigh.

“That was such a mess. I’m so glad it’s over now.” You glance out the window, unsure what to do with where the conversation has gone.

“I finished the arrangement before that show, by the way.”

“What sh… oh.”

A twinge of guilt pings in your belly. His show. The one he’d invited you to during the glorious stretch of that day when the two of you actually felt something more like friends. In the chaos and fallout that followed, you’d forgotten all about it, but Taehyung, it seemed, hadn’t.

“Oh, that- how did that go?” You mumble, too scared to meet his eyes.

“Fine. Better once I stopped moping and realized you weren’t going to show.”

His eyes never leave the road, and somehow that’s harder. Had he been… looking for you? You had no idea he’d even meant it when he asked you to come, let alone that your absence would make a difference. Suddenly the mysterious, additional ice in his bite in the aftermath of the Namjoon incident comes into clearer focus. He hadn’t just gotten chewed out by his boss or sold out by his coworker, he’d been let down by his friend, or whatever it is you were to him. Which was somehow worse.

The shame sticking in your throat makes it impossible to speak, but before you have to, Taehyung saves you from it by taking an exit and pulling up to a gas station off the side of the highway. When he parks, the air in the car is charged, tense in a way it doesn’t make sense for it to be. Like something else is happening but neither of you know how to say it.

Taehyung’s large hand grips the drive shaft as his gaze drifts in your direction, stopping before he can meet your eyes.

“You need anything from inside?” He asks, voice low.

“No, I’m fine,” you swallow, before he nods, his full lips in a glum line, and leaves the car, stretching his long limbs in the morning sun as he does. The fabric of his shirt creeps up, revealing a sliver of golden skin above his linen waistband. In a flash, you feel your cheeks heat in a way that feels like a blush as you tear your eyes away and slink further down into your seat.

You have no idea what’s going on with you.

You couldn’t explain it if you tried to.

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If there are more, pls message me and I’ll be happy to add you

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The Golden Royals masterlist

We want to extend a big thank you to everyone who participated in The Golden Royals event. Here are the golden works of our Treasures.

So This Is What Makes Life Divine @jinpanman​

Pairing: Namjoon x reader

Rating | Genre: pg13, fluff, angst, royalty!au, cinderella inspired

Summary:  It’s his wedding day and life couldn’t be better.

Lion And The Mouse @helenazbmrskai​

Pairing – Prince/(King)! Namjoon x Princess/(Queen)! Reader

Rating | Genre:  E2L, Fluff, Angst, Royal AU, Fantasy, Star Crossed Lovers

Summary:  You just follow your father’s orders at first, visiting the handsome prince becomes a routine in your everyday life. In the end, you help him escape but you never thought that he has been taken a liking to you too and that he’s adamant to save you from the claws of his enemy.

Royal Flush @ggukcangetit​

pairing: namjoon x reader

Rating | Genre: 18+,  royal!au, queen!reader,  prisoner!namjoon, strangers to enemies(?) to lovers, smut, thriller, p(with very minimal)

Summary:  your kingdom’s newest prisoner is giving you sleepless nights.

Made In A Fairytale @apotatomashedbybts​

Pairing:  Kim Namjoon× reader/OC ; Cha Eunwoo(Lee Dong-min)×reader

Rating | Genre:  Royal au; fluff; fantasy ; angst

Summary: She is a keeper of realms. Her job is simple: save realms from falling apart. And she has been doing this for long enough to cover her each body part with wound marks. But she is a human after all with her own limits. So when she was sent on a mission to Titan Realm a series of events and a specific person makes her test her own limits and she finds herself on a new edge of sacrifice, love and bravery and probably a new wound. 

Jeon Jungkook White Royal moodboard

Coming To Korea @burberryplaid​

Pairing:  kim namjoon x princess!reader

Rating | Genre: G,  royalty!au, angst, fluff

Summary: discontented with your pampered life, you decide to leave your kingdom and head to korea as a working-class woman to find someone who'd fall for you and not your riches. (A SPINOFF OF THE MOVIE 'COMING TO AMERICA' STARRING EDDIE MURPHY)

Prince of Barathrum @sugasbabiie​

Pairing:  Prince of Hell!Jungkook x Princess!Reader

Rating | Genre: R,  Smut, I sprinkled a bit of fluff, fantasy, RoyaltyAU, oneshot/pwp

Summary:  The monster living under your bed is the prince of darkness. You should be crying out for the guards to remove him, not screaming his name underneath the moonlight for your entire kingdom to hear.

Luna Somnium @yutasgalaxy​

Pairing:  Prince!Namjoon x Greek Goddess!reader

Rating | Genre:  18+, fluff, smut, angst, greek gods au, royalty au, soulmates au

Summary:  You have a life where you are the goddess of the moon, running your chariots across the heavens with your beloved Namjoon. You rule the Moon Kingdom with him by your side, a peaceful world full of harmony and love. The only problem is, it all ends when you wake up.

If you have participated in the event and do not see your work listed, please dm one of the event planners or admins. 

Check out the post for the next event “Jimin’s Carnival Of Horrors”

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Projected 2023 Stories:

AMOK: Of Rambling Thoughts And Too Many Choices (Potential Namjoon x Reader, Seokjin x Reader, or Taehyung x Reader) - 75% written. A 2nd drabble continuing from AMOK: Of Maps, Forms, And Other Crazy Ideas, which itself is an AU of sorts based on and inspired by the wonderful and immersive series A Map of Mrs. Kims by @bonvoyagenoona . Will this be a drabble series as well? WHO KNOWS 🤣🤣 April 2023 note: done and posted here!

After It All (TENTATIVE TITLE) (Post Apocalypse!Taehyung x Reader story) - 10% written but is tabled for the foreseeable future. Post apocalyptic stories are really hard to get in the right mindset for when writing, and while I have a wonderfully haunting prologue written out, I still need to plan out the initial plot and story beats. I hope to return to this one someday. April 2023 note: Still tabled, but have an idea to intermix the written prologue into the rest of the story

Untitled Dancer!Jimin x Neighbor!Reader drabble - Unwritten, but planned. Basically a meet cute involving dance. April 2023 note: AWWW HELL I FORGOT ABOUT THIS ONE 😅😅😅 Will write as soon as my derailed thought train comes back

Untitled Dream A Little Dream (Event Planner!Taehyung x Costuming Assistant!Reader Soulmate story) - Maybe 5% written, in very early stages of writing/planning. A soulmate/coworker romance story set in a former jazz club turned event and performance space April 2023 note: finally have a title! Sadly that’s about as far as I got before I realized I didn’t have a full plot storyboarded. So it’s on the back burner until I figure out the dang plot 🤣

Another Life (Royal Mage!Jimin x Non-Magical Human!Reader, alternate dimension fantasy story) - April 2023 note: why yes, I am that person who thought of a whole entire damn fic while trying to rework other ones LOLOLOLOL But this is the main story I’m currently working on! Storyboarded and starting my first draft. It’s also my first full leap in to the fantasy genre…expect magical powers, alternate universes, and even some royal court intrigue!

There are no release dates at this time, other than I hope to have them completed and posted before December 31, 2023 🤣🤣

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Yandere!BTS: The Royal Club.

***ATTENTION*** IT IS TO BRING IN YOUR ATTENTION THAT THE SEVEN ELITE BACHELORS PRINCE’S OF THE ROYAL FAMILY HAVE FALLEN FOR A COMMONER YOUNG PERSON NAMED Y/N L/N. THE SEVEN PRINCE’S HAVE DECIDED TO MAKE Y/N FALL FOR THEM AND WIN ALL THE COMPETITION THEY HAVE. at any costs.. so, will you help them?

*this idea is mine, call me repetitive but YOLO.*

roles of the respective members.

Leader: Kim Namjoon

Sub Manager: Min Yoongi

Secretary: Kim Taehyung

Security management: Jeon Jungkook

Event planner: Park Jimin

Mission Planner: Jung Hoseok

Financial: Kim Seokjin.

RULES:

they are powerful, don’t dare to disrespect them, you’ll be beheaded. especially don’t dare disrespect their object of affection, Y/N.

They are punctual, be punctual.

Don’t be impolite or informal with them, it is cheap.

Call them prince. Do not try to befriend them.

Supply info on Y/N and get 1000 gold coins.

Do their homework, they’ll gift you a pearl.

Dig dirt on the other shitty clubs. That’s very important.

let them know every little detail on Y/N.

Lick their shoes clean.

Be very respectful.

Try to work for the other clubs, and you’ll see he’ll.

Help them win over Y/N.

STAY AWAY FROM Y/N. It’s for your own good.

have any questions? Contact the one and only alina... you know the drill. poor girl tbh.

Regards:

The Royal Club.

©aajjks. please do not repost, modify, edit or translate.

[foreignjaykay]

company (a jungkook fic)

part two - "better late than never, right?"

company - a jungkook fic

can we keep each other company?

their workplace was chaos, but jungkook made it fun. their camaraderie was effortless—until he decided to leave. no big deal. people quit all the time. so why does it feel like everything is about to change?

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: r18+ (angst, fluff) minors do not interact!

chapter warnings/misc: workplace!au, coworkers!au, event planner!jk, event planner!oc, jk is not famous, angst, fluff, sad, crack, event planner!mingyu, bts in event planning company, unserious friend group, they are so silly and unserious, , ANGST, IDIOTS both of them, OBLIVIOUSNESS LMAO, yeah you might feel like screaming at the screen i know, i know

notes: hello everyone!!! sorry for the delay. here you go with part 2, i really like this one! things will only get more interesting as we progress further -evil laugh- no but seriously this whole fic is just like justin bieber's believe album. heard that while writing this part lol. we also meet a lot of new characters who are so dear to me! anywho, hope you enjoy this one <3

also here is company!jk’s visual vibe

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The moment you finished the texts that morning, you knew the office was going to be a whirlwind of chaos. And you were right.

As soon as you punched into the system, and opened the door, you could already hear laughter coming from the cafeteria.

Oh brother!

The 'Survivors' gang was already huddled around a table, with Jungkook right in the center, laughter radiating from him like sunlight. His eyes lit up the second they met yours, and before you could even think about slipping away, Mingyu—Gyu, as you fondly called him—beckoned you over.

“_______! Get over here!” he grinned.

You smiled lightly, already dreading what was going to happen however you nodded your head, and made your way to them anyway.

As you join them, a familiar warmth settles over you. Around the table were all the familiar faces who had become your second family: Mingyu and Shane from CS team just like Jungkook and you, Yuna, Dae, So-hee, Jimin, and Taehyung from design, Namjoon and Jin from production, Hobi and Yoongi from accounts, and Iseul from the same team. Each one of them held a special place in your heart, but after Jungkook, it was Mingyu and Yuna you were closest to.

The conversation buzzed with excitement, actually no, shock, as everyone bombarded Jungkook with questions about his new job, his plans, and his time left at the office. 

“No cause what the fuck were you saying this morning?” Yuna asked, remembering the conversation from earlier this morning. 

“Are you really resigning, JK?” Hobi asked. Just like you, they all couldn't believe it. 

Jungkook nodded with a wistful smile, the corners of his lips curve upwards slightly, but his eyes conveyed a hint of sadness, suggesting a mix of melancholy and acceptance.

So,” So-hee started, leaning back in her chair. “You wanna explain?”

Jungkook chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “I mean… yeah. It’s happening.”

“Where are you even going?” Namjoon asked, arms crossed. “You never said anything about leaving.”

Jungkook exhaled, his fingers tapping against the table. “I got an offer to work on live concerts. Big ones. A-list musicians, full production scale, global tours. It’s what I’ve always wanted to do.”

Your chest tightened. You already knew this, but hearing him say it out loud made it real.

“You and _____ always talked about this,” Jimin murmured. You glanced at Jungkook as soon as you heard that and when you looked at him, you saw his eyes flickering to yours. An emotion you couldn’t describe passing briefly through his features.

“Yeah,” he said, softer now. “We did.” 

You noticed both Yuna and Mingyu glancing at you, and you knew exactly why. Yuna specifically was going to ask you about this later, and you mentally braced yourself for the impending interrogation.

“So you’re leaving because you finally got your dream job,” Yoongil summarized.

Jungkook nodded. “I didn’t want to do these luxury brand launches forever. The dinners, the red carpets… it’s cool, but it’s not my thing. Concerts? That’s different.”

“Shit, man.” Taehyung whistled. “I mean, I’m happy for you, but this sucks.”

“Who’s gonna get roasted in the GC now?” Shane joked, nudging Jungkook.

Jungkook laughed. “Oh, don’t worry. I’ll still be in the GC. I’ll be haunting you all from afar.”

Shane, Mingyu and you already knew. God, you still couldn't believe this news.

He was leaving.

You know it wasn’t supposed to be this dramatic but why did it feel so heavy?

You broke from your thoughts when your phone buzzed with calls and dozens of messages. 

“Guys, I gotta go,” you interrupted when you saw Jungkook animatedly describe his upcoming journey, holding up your phone. “Already getting calls.”

Jungkook’s eyes flicked to your phone and then back to you. “Oh, by the way,” he said casually, but his voice held that familiar teasing lilt, “Natasha asked me to shadow you for the Johnnie Walker Blue Label dinner tomorrow.”

You raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at your lips despite the sudden pang in your chest.

“Maybe this could be our last adventure?” he said looking at you, voice dipping a little. “Gotta make the most of my final days, right?” He added. 

You could feel the rest of their eyes on you.

Your heart clenched when he said that, but sarcasm was your armor. “Jungkook, you leave in a month. We still have Cartier coming up.”

He chuckled, the sound effortlessly charming. “Oh yeah.”

And for a second—just a fraction of a second—you hesitated, watching him.

And he watched you back.

But the moment passed, and you rolled your eyes. “Drama queen.”

His laughter, carefree yet tinged with something unspoken, echoed through the cafeteria. Around you, the rest of the group exchanged glances, picking up on the subtle awkwardness in the air. It was brief, fleeting, but undeniable.

And then you were gone, walking away with your phone glued to your ear, pretending everything was perfectly fine.

The cafeteria slowly emptied after the morning chaos. You had already left, phone pressed to her ear as she dove headfirst into calls for the Johnnie Walker event. One by one, the rest of the ‘Survivors’ gang filtered out, leaving only Jungkook and Namjoon seated at the corner table.

Jungkook sat silently, fingers tracing the rim of his coffee cup, eyes lost in thought.

“Thinking hard for someone who’s got a dream job lined up,” Namjoon teased gently, breaking the silence.

Jungkook blinked, pulled from his daze. “Huh? Oh... yeah. Just... a lot on my mind.”

Namjoon chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “Right. ‘A lot.’ Or maybe... someone?”

Jungkook’s brows furrowed, then softened as he followed Namjoon’s gaze. Across the glass partition, you paced back and forth, phone glued to your ear, animatedly sorting out last-minute details.

You have always been like this. Dismissive. Untouchable. And yet, here Jungkook was, wishing you’d just–

Namjoon’s question broke Jungkook’s train of thought when he asked, “You gonna miss her?”

Jungkook’s eyes widened slightly, the question catching him off guard. He opened his mouth, then closed it, taking a moment to collect his thoughts. “Yeah... of course. She’s my best friend here. And... well... my saviour.”

He chuckled softly, pulling out his phone and flashing the contact name — ‘Saviour.’

Namjoon observed him for a moment, the corner of his mouth lifting into a knowing smile. He didn’t say much, but the silence between them felt weighty, charged with unspoken understanding.

Jungkook glanced at him, confused. “What?”

Namjoon shook his head with a small laugh. “Nothing, man.”

Jungkook, oblivious, ran a hand through his hair and stood up. “I should get back to work.”

“Yeah,” Namjoon replied, eyes still watching you through the glass. “You should.”

As Jungkook walked away, Namjoon sat back, sipping his coffee, a quiet smirk playing on his lips.

You sat alone in the bustling cafeteria, the clatter of trays and distant murmurs barely registering in your mind. December’s madness gripped the office, with Natasha’s vacation leaving the team drowning in work. Even Jake Peralta’s comedic chaos on your phone screen couldn’t compete with the storm of thoughts in your head. And that show single handedly was there for you after your 5473829018393th break up with San.

Oh San.

You didn't like thinking about him. At all.

You were glad you were not in that mess of a relationship anymore. So toxic. The constant lying, manipulation and chea-

Oh no. You are not thinking about that.

It had been 2 years since you were really with someone. Enough time to heal, right?  Funny to think that after  you broke up with San, you  got the job here and met Jungkook and the rest of the gang. Work had also consumed you then and still does. It helped distract you from the pain you felt then.

You were glad you did.

Met them, you mean.

Your fingers mindlessly pushed your food around as you stared at nothing in particular. Jungkook’s words from the morning replayed like a broken record in your head. The brightness in his eyes, the laughter, the ache that tugged at your heartstrings for reasons you couldn’t pinpoint.

It’s just a job. People leave all the time. Shane, Mingyu, Yuna, and the rest of them will still be here. Nothing’s changing. 

The weight in your chest whispered otherwise.

Your phone buzzed, pulling you from the spiral.

yuna (work) [2:05 pm]: babe where are you?

you [2:05 pm]: in the cafeteria. whats up?

yuna (work) [2:06 pm]: we need to talk!

You sighed. Here we go. 

you [2:06 pm]: about?

yuna (work) [2:07 pm]: meet me at conference room #2 once you are done with lunch?

you [2:07 pm]: sure

yuna (work) [2:07 pm]: see ya!

You were already bracing yourself.

After lunch, you found herself pacing outside the conference room before finally pushing the door open.

Yuna sat cross-legged on the table, her usual grin replaced with a softer, more curious expression. “Hey, you okay?”

You raised a brow. “Why is everyone suddenly asking me that?”

“Because we care,” Yuna replied simply. “And... because you seem off. Jungkook’s leaving is hitting you harder than you’re letting on.”

You scoffed lightly, though your posture stiffened. “It’s not that deep, Yuna. He’s a friend. People leave all the time. Shane, Mingyu, you... you’re all still here.”

You could feel Yuna study you for a moment. “So, you're fine?”

“Completely fine,” You said, and nodded.

Were you really trying to convince her or yourself?

“Right,” Yuna responded, her tone laced with an almost imperceptible amusement. “It’s just funny how ‘fine’ people don’t avoid eye contact every time someone brings up Jungkook.”

You sighed, rubbing the back of her neck. “I’m just... busy, okay? There’s so much going on, and—”

“And?”

You bit your lip, deflecting. “Look, I’ll miss him, sure. But I’m not losing him. He’s a text away. We’ll still talk,”

“Of course,” Yuna nodded, standing up and smoothing her shirt. “If you say so.”

You narrowed her eyes. “What does that mean?”

“Nothing.” Yuna smiled slightly, walking to the door. She paused just before leaving, throwing a glance over her shoulder. “You’re so oblivious.”

“To what?” You asked confused.

“Exactly,” And with that Yuna is gone.

Your mouth opened to respond, but she was already gone. You stood there, confused and restless. Oblivious to what?

The office hummed with the quiet rhythm of the evening shift. The December chill seeped through the windows, blending with the glow of computer screens and the occasional click of keyboards. You returned to her desk after your client meeting, only to find Shane and Mingyu locked in a heated argument.

“Dude, I’m telling you, Die Hard is totally a Christmas movie!” Shane insisted, arms flailing dramatically.

Mingyu scoffed. “Just because it’s set during Christmas doesn’t make it a Christmas movie.”

“Next, you’ll tell me Harry Potter is a Halloween movie because there’s a troll in the dungeon,” You quipped, trying to suppress a smirk.

“Okay, but seriously,” Shane interjected, “___, back me up here. Christmas is all about family, redemption, and explosions—Die Hard fits!”

Mingyu rolled his eyes. “You just like explosions.”

Their playful banter made you smile, but it didn’t fully erase the weight you felt inside. Your eyes drifted across the room, where Jungkook sat on the worn leather sofa, focused intensely on his laptop. The crease between his brows, the way his fingers moved with precision—there was something magnetic about him in moments like this.

Why does he make this so hard?

An hour slipped by. Mingyu and Shane finally gathered their things.

“Don’t stay too late, ______,” Mingyu called out. “And JK, take a break from being a workaholic, would you?”

Shane and you chuckled.

“Later losers,” Shane joked, shooting finger guns at Jungkook and you. You rolled your eyes while Jungkook chuckled and gave him a mock salute.

The door clicked shut, and the office felt quieter than ever. Jungkook stretched, shutting his laptop and walking towards your desk.

“Long day, huh?” he asked softly.

You nodded, your gaze drifting to his laptop. Curiosity morphed into something heavier.

“Wait... is that your handover sheet?” Your voice cracked slightly.

Jungkook chuckled, though his eyes reflected something bittersweet. “Yeah. Better to start now than rush later.”

“Look at you being all prepared huh?” You said as a joke.

“Isn’t it too soon?” you added, forcing a laugh that barely hid the lump in your throat.

“Maybe,” he replied. “But... better late than never, right?” His smile was soft, almost apologetic.

You nodded and felt a weight settle in your chest.

“You okay?” he asked you gently.

Were you seriously this obvious? Well since childhood, your emotions always showed on your face. You just can’t control it.

These days it feels like a flaw, more than usual.

“Yeah,” you lied. “Just... you know, work. Event tomorrow and all,”

Jungkook didn’t seem to buy it, but nodded anyway. 

“Heading out? I can drop you home.” He asked as you saw him pack his bag and wait for your answer.

“No, I’ve got stuff to finish,” you said quickly.

“I don’t mind waiting,�� he offered.

“No, really,” you insisted, eyes glued to your screen. “Go home, Jungkook.”

He hesitated. “If you’re sure...”

“I’m sure.” You said and gave him a smile. It wasn't sincere and he knew that. He didn't want to push it.

Things between the two of you have been a little awkward anyway. As he left, the emptiness felt overwhelming. Better late than never... you repeated in your mind, but it didn’t feel right at all.

The office was eerily quiet now, with only the hum of the air conditioner and the faint clicking of your keyboard filling the space. You leaned back in her chair, stretching, when your  gaze fell upon the corkboard in front of your desk.

Pinned right in the center was a Laneige-branded polaroid, its white sleeve bordered with the brand’s iconic blue. In the photo, you were  mid-laugh, eyes crinkling with joy, while Jungkook stood beside you, grinning mischievously as he held up bunny ears behind your head.

A soft chuckle escaped your lips, and before you knew it, you were  pulled into the memory.

The Laneige event was supposed to be smooth sailing, until it wasn’t.  Your eyes darted between your laptop and the large screen where the AV was supposed to play the brand’s latest product ad. Except, instead of the sleek, high-definition video, there was static. Then a black screen.

“Oh no, no, no,” you muttered, frantically searching your files. The sound team huddled around you, whispering about corrupted files and missing backups.

“I’m screwed,” you whispered under your breath, panic tightening your chest.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Jungkook’s voice cut through the chaos. He crouched beside you, brows knitted with concern.

“The AV—it's all wrong. Somehow the final version is not playing even though we did the tech check this morning. It’s not working, and the event starts in fifteen minutes,” you rambled, barely breathing.

“Okay, hey, breathe,” he said softly. “We’ve got this.”

He turned to the sound team. “Check the codec settings and reload the player. Sometimes it freezes with large files. Do we have the original file on a backup drive?”

One of the techs nodded, scrambling to connect it.

“____, check if the client sent any last-minute updates.”

You nodded, fingers trembling as she searched. “Here! The client sent a backup this morning.”

“Perfect. Upload it to my drive,” Jungkook said, opening his laptop. Within moments, he transferred the file, reloaded the player, and the screen flickered back to life with the flawless Laneige ad.

You exhaled deeply, your heart still pounding. “Thank you,” you whispered.

“Teamwork, remember?” he grinned.

After the event wrapped up successfully, the two of you found yourselves at the instant photobooth Laneige had set up for guests. Jungkook pulled you in, making funny faces while youburst out laughing.

“Smile!” he said just as the camera clicked.

The polaroid printed out, and before they could take another, Mingyu, Shane, Yuna, Namjoon and Jin jumped in, cramming into the frame, laughing uncontrollably.

Back in the present, your smile was bittersweet. You traced the edge of the polaroid with your finger, the weight of the impending goodbye settling heavily on your chest.

“Drama queen,” you whispered softly, echoing your teasing words to Jungkook earlier. But deep down, you knew—this goodbye wasn’t going to be easy.

Maybe he was the saviour all along.

© foreignjaykay

part 3

[yslkook]

gorgeous

#corporate masterlist

summary: it’s the office holiday party, and when you show up wearing this dress, jungkook doesn’t know what to do with himself. (jk pov) word count: 3014 warnings: alcohol, cursing, smut 18+- jk jerks it in a bathroom, he’s very into oc and she doesnt know it, jk is pining  a/n: here is a lil holiday-esque drabble. this story takes place about a month after the team returns to seoul from ch 6. pls enjoy this first attempt at smut for jk. ty to @taestybae​ for her endless support <333

Jungkook doesn’t know what to expect from this office holiday party- apparently there had been a huge budget surplus this year and the regulatory department had decided to go all out. The party planners had booked an evening at one of the ballrooms in one of swankiest hotels in Seoul. Meaning that the party itself was semi-formal, or close to it.

Meaning that Jungkook would rather be at home playing video games and eating pizza than dressed in a suit. He’s tired, it’s been a long few months, and he just wants to go home.

But he plays the part, and he plays the part well. Namjoon introduces him to a few people, higher ups, after he grabs a glass of spiced wine from the open bar.

Maybe he can at least get a little drunk. As a treat. 

His thoughts drift to you for a moment. He wonders what you’re doing. Maybe he’ll text you later, if he’s feeling a little brave. Maybe with some liquid courage.

He’s already looking forward to it. But he doesn’t have to, because you walk in through the doors with Seokjin on your arm. 

Jungkook audibly chokes on his wine when he spots you. Namjoon gives him a strange look but Jungkook ignores it, in favor of staring at you. Jungkook’s throat goes dry the closer both you and Seokjin get to him, Namjoon and Sana.

He can’t be next to you, not when you look like that. Not when you look so much more pretty than anything his own dreams could have conjured up. 

“Hi, Jungkook,” You say, your voice low and sweet at the same time. 

He nearly faints.

“Hi,” Jungkook mumbles, “What are you doing here?”

“Huh? Should I leave?” You tease, pointing at the door with your thumb.

“No, I just- I thought this was a reg thing?” Jungkook asks desperately, digging himself into a deeper hole. You only smile even wider at him. 

“Oh, am I not good enough company for you people then?” You scoff, “Maybe we should leave, Sana.”

“No,” Jungkook nearly whines, “That’s not what I meant-”

Jin is having a blast watching Jungkook tripping over his words as the younger man confirms his own already existing suspicions.

Namjoon tells Jungkook that he had invited you and Sana and you reply saying that you had come along with Jin.

What you don’t say is that Jin probably would have found a way to drag you to this party regardless. His jaw had dropped when he had picked you up from your house and you’re flustered under his gaze, something that has only happened a handful of times since you’ve known Jin-

“What? Is it too much? I thought they said semi-formal,” You panic, “Jin, I don’t have anything else! Should I go change? Fuck it, I’m not coming. Jin! Will you say something!”

“You look good, stupid,” Jin says easily and unabashedly lets his eyes roam, “You’re sexy.”

“Oh.”

Your dark green dress hugs your curves but still leaves enough to the imagination. Jungkook’s eyes dart to your shoulders and the dip of your chest, where he sees more of your tattoo that he’s ever seen before. He swallows nervously and when you walk with Sana to the bar, he sees the slit in your dress and an eyeful of your thigh.

Jungkook chugs his drink. The pink flush of his cheeks can be attributed to alcohol after all. 

You’re perfectly elegant and sexy, unaware that Jungkook is having a minor breakdown while trying to stave off popping a boner at this very public event.

He’s not having much luck.

Jungkook is now on his third glass of spiced wine, in an attempt to stop himself from searching for you. No matter where you are in the room, you seem to pop up in his periphery. Whether you’re speaking to Hae-ri, or you’re shoveling appetizers into your mouth with Seokjin, or you’re speaking with Namjoon’s boss… you always seem to be in his line of vision.

He seems to be one of the youngest people in the regulatory department, a fact that Jungkook’s colleagues seem to always want to bring up. Remarks of how they’re old and of ‘kids these days’ as they look pointedly at him, saying that he’s young and spry are the norm.

It’s annoying and he resists the urge to roll his eyes. He just grins and bears it, going through his third glass of wine much quicker than expected.

These people always say they want change and fresh ideas and somehow refuse to embrace them. It makes Jungkook scoff. He’s happy with his small team of Namjoon, you and Sana. He’s happy that you’re all young at heart and that things aren’t so competitive. He knows he’s blessed in that aspect.

Jungkook is thankful when Seokjin pulls him away to introduce him to his own boss-

“You’re Namjoon’s golden boy,” Seokjin shrugs, “Everyone already knows you.”

He wants to ask, do people know you? But he refrains, not wanting Jin to get the wrong idea. Jungkook shouldn’t be as surprised as he is when he sees you standing next to Namjoon with Jin’s boss and one of her colleagues.

Now he really has to keep himself in check. You make him weak and despite his best attempts to avoid looking at you, his eyes land on you anyway. And how can he not turn his gaze to you?

He’s a goner, and he knew it from the minute he saw you walk into the venue.

Jungkook watches your red lips move as you speak with Seokjin’s boss and he vaguely wonders how your lipstick has remained intact this long. Your laugh is like music in his ears, you even throw your head back in genuine mirth at something that Seokjin’s boss says.

You’re not watching him. So he sips his wine and allows himself to enjoy your presence, all wrapped up in front of him in possibly the prettiest dress on the prettiest woman he’s ever met. 

Your whole body shakes as you laugh unabashedly and fully and Jungkook dares to ogle your chest for longer than he should of a colleague. But you’re you, and he’s just a boy. 

You’re his dream girl and he’s just a boy.

He wonders what your skin might taste like- you always smell so good, the faint scent of something warm and comforting always surrounds you. Your skin is glowing, the ink on your shoulders shining with the light from the chandeliers above.

And then your thigh peeks out and the sight of your leg sends an arrow of arousal straight down his spine. Jungkook thinks he catches a glimpse of color on your upper thigh but it’s gone as quickly as it comes.

His throat is dry again. He needs another drink.

While he wants to look at you in peace as if you were a painting made just for him, he wants your attention too. Before he can slide into the conversation and see your pretty eyes light up for him, you turn to him on your own.

“Hi,” You murmur to him once it’s clear that Seokjin has steered the conversation with his boss away from you, “Feel like I didn’t get to say hello to you properly earlier.”

“O-oh,” Jungkook mumbles, “No worries.”

“Got any plans for the holidays?” You ask softly. Your voice rings loud and clear in his ears, the sweet taste of wine on his tongue has nothing on what he imagines your lips feel like against his.

“J-just goin’ to my parents’. My brother’s coming for a few days, with his girlfriend,” Jungkook says, letting himself relax around you. It’s easy for him to do, when you give him a smile and a laugh that makes his heart lurch.

“Oh! You have a brother,” You reply, “Older or younger?”

“Older.”

“Ah, so you’re the baby of the house,” You tease, looking at him over the rim of your glass. Jungkook is momentarily distracted by the glossy taupe of your nails. And then his eyes travel up your fingers, as he catches exactly two small tattoos over your knuckles.

“I’m not the baby,” Jungkook complains and your teasing eyes melt away, instead replaced by a warm ember of something more. Your eyes are dark and hooded as you take him in, and it sets his blood alight.

“I know, Jungkook,” You murmur, your voice low and raspy. The corner of your lips quirk up into a smirk and all Jungkook can do is swallow his nerves down. He feels like he’s vibrating, just from your simple look. He preens in your gaze, wanting any and all of your attention.

Not for the first time, he struggles to keep his eyes above your neckline. Jungkook chugs the rest of his wine hastily and your eyebrows raise in mild curiosity. 

Jungkook is struggling to maintain his composure and if he doesn’t get his shit together, you’ll surely notice the small tent in his pants. Only you, looking so gorgeous in green can pull this kind of reaction from him with just a few words.

Jungkook is a sucker.

The hungry look in your eyes passes and instead you ask him about his brother and his family. He falls into easy conversation with you, telling you about last year’s holiday and how he had baked about fifty cookies too many for his family so he had eaten them all instead. He asks you what you usually do for the holiday, to which you reply that sometimes you and Grandma spend it with Seokjin and his family.

The lines between colleagues and friendship have long been blurred between you and Jungkook. At least, that’s how you feel. Normally, you wouldn’t offer that kind of information up to a colleague. But Jungkook feels like a little more than a colleague to you.

“Uh. Do you want to sit with me and eat?” You ask almost shyly and Jungkook feels his cheeks heating up. He nods immediately and follows you to the buffet line, enjoying the way your ass looks in that dress and eating up any glimpse of your leg he can get.

Happy holidays, indeed. 

“How messy do you think these people get after a few glasses of wine?” You muse, observing the higher ups chatting with each other on the other side of the room.

“Pretty damn messy,” Jungkook replies, “Look at Hae-ri, she’s wasted. And Yunho too-”

“Maybe there will be a day where we can act like that and not worry about whether we’ll be fired or not the next day…”

“It’s all about control,” Jungkook says knowingly, “You just gotta fake it till you make it.”

“Don’t gotta tell me that twice,” You scoff, “I feel like I can never get drunk at these things. Feels like big brother is watching, you know?”

“Can’t relate,” Jungkook says smoothly, “What’s the point of a work party if you won’t take advantage of the open bar?”

You laugh loudly, and Jungkook nearly jumps when your hand floats over his forearm to steady yourself. Jungkook sharply turns his face towards yours, meeting your electric eyes. You cross one leg over the other, the skirt of your dress falling a little bit to the side.

And Jungkook sees even more of your upper thigh tattoo than he had before. Now he knows for certain that your ink wasn’t just a figment of his imagination.

“Sorry,” You mumble.

He doesn’t know what you’re apologizing for, but he misses the heat of your hand when you place it back in your lap.

When you ask him if he wants to get seconds at the buffet with you, he immediately nods. You say nothing as he reflexively puts his hand at the small of your back. He’s a man, but he’s a gentleman, after all. 

The simple touch and heat of your skin through the fabric of your dress is enough of a memory for him to store for later. He allows himself the luxury of it and when you stand a little closer to him, he can’t help himself from letting his thoughts wander.

Jungkook needs to leave. He needs to either find a bathroom or get his ass home, because the longer he’s in your presence, the harder it is for him to conceal himself from you.

Specifically, his boner. His cock seems to jump whenever you’re in his line of sight and it’s messing with his head.

He’s painfully hard by the point in the night when speeches from the higher ups are being made. They’re thanking the department for their hard work for the year and wishing everyone a prosperous new year. Meanwhile Jungkook isn’t paying attention.

He’s tipsy and he’s thinking about how you’d fit in the crevices of his hands. He’s thinking about how your hips might feel in his hands, how the column of your throat would taste, how you’d look with his head buried in between your inked thighs.

He wants to shove his face into your tits and he nearly groans out loud at the thought. He wonders how his cock would look in your hands, how you’d stroke him, how your mouth would feel…

Jungkook sneaks away from the ballroom in search of a private bathroom. He leaves quietly, not wanting to answer questions. Not when he’s this painfully hard, and the mere thought of you in that dress is seemingly enough for him to cum in his pants.

He swiftly walks through the halls with his jacket subtly covering the front of his pants. He’s mortified that it’s come to this, but if he doesn’t make himself cum in the next ten minutes he might explode.

Jungkook finally finds a bathroom and shoves himself inside, immediately standing in front of the mirror and pulling his belt off.

He’s so desperate. He wonders if you’d like that, if you’d like his desperation that stems from you.

Jungkook pulls his cock out of the confines of his boxers and strokes himself slowly at first. Teasingly. He sighs softly at the relief that his right hand gives him.

Fuck. Would you like that? Would you like that he’s this desperate for you? Would you praise him? 

He squeezes his eyes shut, pretending that it’s your hand on his cock and not his own. He can see you in his mind, your lipstick beyond smudged, eyes watery and your dress rumpled. 

He can see your tattoos on display for him, the ones on your shoulder, your chest and your thigh. Maybe you’d even tell him that they all mean.

The thought sends another rush of blood to his cock. He pumps himself faster, groaning softly and biting his bottom lip.

He imagines you telling him to be loud for you, to let you hear him. In that low, sexy voice.

Jungkook moans your name into the empty bathroom. He’s long been leaking precum from his cock, perhaps since the moment he laid eyes on you. He’s so close…

Everything suddenly feels magnified- his touch on his cock, the thought of your tits spilling over the bodice of your dress. The feel of your lips on his.

His mind runs wild when it comes to you.

Jungkook strokes himself even faster, only to stop abruptly. Start, stop. Start, stop. He whines to himself and peels his eyes open to watch himself in the mirror. His eyes are hooded, cheeks reddened and lips pouty and swollen from biting down.

He needs more than his own hand. He needs friction.

Without a second thought, he plasters his hands over the counter and rocks his hips into the edge of the surface. With a loud, broken moan he grinds into the counter. Wondering how your pussy might feel instead of the cold surface. Or your hands. Or your tits.

He slows down to a slow grind, teasing himself with the thought of you. What would you look like when he made you cum? What would you look like when you came on your own fingers?

He speeds up a little more, groaning and whimpering as the need to cum quickly approaches. The knot in his belly has become even tighter, ready to burst. Jungkook feels like his skin is on fire, his hands doing little to alleviate it.

He pulls off of the counter and strokes himself harshly with rough tugs, groaning your name under his breath. Jungkook thinks about you, waking up next to you after a nap together, bringing you ice cream after a long day, kissing you just because he can in his fantasies.

Thick ropes of white coat his hands and spray across the counter recklessly as he moans brokenly for nobody to hear. 

Jungkook’s knees feel weak as he tries to regain his breath. He braces himself on the counter before taking a paper towel to clean himself up. After, he wets a paper towel with soap and cleans up the counter and the mirror.

His cheeks are blazing once the gravity of what he just did hits him. How is he supposed to face you now?

He doesn’t regret it. You’re his dream girl.

It’s no surprise that soon after Jungkook emerges from the bathroom, the closing remarks are just about to finish. That’s great timing because once they do, he’s booking it out of the hotel as fast as he can. 

And that’s exactly what he does. He leaves, only saying goodbye to Namjoon and makes a beeline for the exit. His Uber is already waiting for him.

He doesn’t notice you looking for him to say goodbye.

It’s later, when he’s in the safety of his bedroom and in his pajamas, that his phone lights up-

you: hey, u must have left before I found you. Just wanted to say bye and happy holidays Jk 💓

Jungkook can’t help his heart doing cartwheels or the smile on his face at your text.

He also can’t help his cock from jumping, either. 

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Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: Jungkook

Word Count: 1,983

Rating: 18+ (sexual imagery)

Summary: An accompanying drabble to Five Dates. This drabble takes place after the events of Five Dates and is Jungkook + accidentally teaching Namjoon’s child a swear word.

[ PART OF MY JUNGKOOK BIRTHDAY DRABBLE GAME ]

Staring at the phone held in his palm, Jungkook contemplated one of the most difficult quandaries of his existence, including that time you asked if he liked your new haircut.

The answer was yes, by the way. The answer was always yes, unless you hinted at no and even then, it was better to be safe than sorry.

Jungkook’s current quandary involved you but was far more serious than any haircut-related inquiry. All you’d sent Jungkook was a singular text. Five words, eighteen letters in total.

Y/N: the line is super dark [8:34 PM]

Re-reading the text, Jungkook felt utter despair. To anyone else, it might seem nonsensical, but you’d been trying to conceive for nearly three months and a dark line meant you were ovulating. This would be their third attempt at getting you pregnant; a feat certainly not helped by your irregular cycle. Ovulation tests at least gave a window of when you were fertile.

You’d tested yourself this morning and the line had been fairly light but that had apparently changed over the course of the day. Jungkook chewed on his lower lip, staring at his phone and unsure what to do. Based on what you’d written in your baby planner, he needed to drive home right now and fuck you.

Except, of course, he was currently baby-sitting for Namjoon.

Dejectedly, Jungkook plopped down on the couch. Namjoon’s daughter was around eighteen months now and had been asleep for nearly thirty minutes, but Namjoon and his wife wouldn’t be home for hours.

Shoving a hand through his hair, Jungkook let the strands fall where they may to glumly text you back.

Jungkook: I’m babysitting for Namjoon tonight, remember? ☹️ [8:36 PM]

Y/N: shit [8:36 PM]

Y/N: what time will you be home? I need to get up early tomorrow for that book drive ☹️☹️ [8:37 PM]

Jungkook: Namjoon said around 11 :/ his mom gave them tickets to an opera or something and they promised to make an appearance [8:37 PM]

Y/N: 11?? That’s soooo late [8:38 PM]

Y/N: you could’ve cum inside me twice by then [8:38 PM]

Jungkook: fuck, Y/N…. [8:39 PM]

His heart raced, leaning back on the sofa. Nothing in the world made him so hard so fast as the image of your cunt, stuffed to the brim until his cum dripped down the sides. Jungkook had been treated to the image often over the past few months and didn’t think he’d ever get sick of it.

The whole ‘baby planner’ thing had thrown a kink in romance, but Jungkook tried hard to ensure you lived in the moment. You were a planner at heart and tended to get caught up in how long it was taking, why you hadn’t conceived yet – Jungkook assured you these things took time. You may as well enjoy all the sex before you had an actual child to take care of.

A slightly dreamy smile crossed Jungkook’s face at the thought. He couldn’t wait to be a dad. It was part of the reason he baby-sat for Namjoon as often as he did. Namjoon was the first of their friend group to have a kid and, as exhausted as he seemed, Jungkook had never seen his friend so happy.

It was clear from the way he looked at his daughter and wife that Namjoon was entirely smitten. Jungkook wanted that with you – he wanted a family, another player on their team.

Forcing himself to stand from the couch, Jungkook began to tidy Namjoon’s place. The more distracted he was, the less he’d think about you spread out on the bed, cum dripping from the sides of your used pussy.

Jungkook paused in his cleanup, emerald throw-pillow in hand to squeeze shut his eyes. Fuck. Shaking his head, he opened his eyes as his phone dinged again.

Y/N: couldn’t someone else come and finish babysitting? :) [8:41 PM]

Y/N: jimin, maybe? [8:41 PM]

Y/N: or Seokjin? [8:41 PM]

Jungkook hesitated, but already knew the answers to your questions. Jimin was out of town and Seokjin had posted a story on Instagram about date night. Picking up a blanket and stacking toy, Jungkook exited the room to enter Namjoon’s apartment.

Apartment was a loose term; Namjoon and his wife had the entire floor of the building. Jungkook paused outside the nursery, listening to hear if anything was amiss. The door was open partway, allowing for light to spill in from the hall. Jungkook poked his head in to see their daughter snuggled under her blankets.

Smiling softly, Jungkook stepped in and placed the blanket on top of the rocker. He set the stacking toy in the toy chest and saw you’d texted again. Pulling his phone from his pocket, Jungkook shielded the screen with one hand to open the message.

His heart lodged in his throat when he saw you’d sent a photo of you sprawled on the bed, black lingerie on. A low, frustrated whine left his throat.

“Fuck,” Jungkook said sadly.

“Fuck?” garbled a tiny voice in the darkness.

Jungkook froze.

Eyes wide, he turned to see Namjoon’s daughter standing, tiny hands clutching the bars of her crib. She had just been asleep – when had she managed to do that?! As Jungkook began to panic and hope she hadn’t really heard, she let out a bright laugh and bounced.

“Fuck,” she said, clear as day. “Fuck!”

Jungkook slowly closed his eyes. He was toast. Namjoon’s daughter could barely articulate what she wanted for dinner, but now had the capacity to absorb swear words with ease.

“No,” he groaned, opening his eyes. Rushing forward, he dropped to his knees at her crib. “No, baby, no. We don’t like that word, right? It’s a bad word. You’re not bad! You’re good! You’re a super-sweet angel, who –”

“Fuck!”

Jungkook slowly hung his head. “We’re doomed,” he muttered.

Down the hall to the front of the apartment, Jungkook heard the elevator ding. Double shit – like he’d told you, Namjoon and his wife weren’t supposed to be home for hours.

“Jungkook?” Namjoon’s voice called from far away. “Where are you?”

Starting to panic, Jungkook lifted his head. “Okay,” he whispered, giving the toddler a pleading stare. “This is just between you and me, right? Right?”

All he got in return was a round-eyed look and happy coo, so Jungkook had to hope that meant yes in baby-speak. Jungkook heard footsteps in the hall.

“Jungkook?” Namjoon poked his head into the nursery, squinting at the darkness to find Jungkook on the floor. “What’re you doing?”

Jungkook hastily pushed himself to his feet. “Nothing!” He beamed widely at Namjoon. “I just thought I heard her moving, so I came in to check and –”

“Fuck!”

Jungkook stopped in his tracks at the word happily chirped behind him. Namjoon’s eyes widened in horror, his gaze darting to his daughter who stood in her crib. Jungkook, also wide-eyed, stayed where he was.

Slowly, Namjoon returned to Jungkook. “Was that…” He sounded strangled. “What did my daughter just say?”

“Uh…” Jungkook gave him a weak smile. “Funk?”

“Fuck!”

Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut. “I’m so sorry,” he groaned.

“Did you…” Namjoon inhaled. “My daughter can barely speak in full sentences and now one of those sentences is going to include that?”

Before Jungkook could respond, Namjoon’s wife appeared behind him in the hall. She wore a flowy, floor-length dress and crystalline earrings. When she saw Jungkook, she waved.

“Hi, JK!” Her smile widened. “Thanks so much for baby-sitting. Sorry we’re home early – the opera was such a bore. I convinced Namjoon to leave as soon as his mom saw us. I missed my angel,” she sighed, entering the room to cross to the crib.

Jungkook reached out to stop her, but before he could –

“Fuck!”

Namjoon’s wife halted, blinking in surprise at the crib. Then, against all reason, she started to laugh. Both shoulders shook, her right hand coming up to cover her mouth and hold in her mirth.

Both Jungkook and Namjoon stared.

“Oh my gosh,” his wife laughed, bending over the crib. “Is that what you learned tonight, hm, pretty girl?”

Jungkook watched in total astonishment as Namjoon’s wife tucked her daughter in, smoothing her hair to brush a kiss to her forehead. When she straightened and turned, she seemed mostly amused.

Finding Jungkook, she arched a brow. “Your handiwork, I presume?”

“I’m so sorry.” Jungkook kept his voice to a whisper, not wanting to wake their daughter again. “It was an accident, I swear.”

Again, Namjoon’s wife grinned. “It’s fine,” she said, waving them into the hall. “Let me guess – Joon freaked, huh?” Her husband adopted a guilty expression. “She’s a toddler, she’ll forget this by next week. And if she doesn’t, then she’ll have something for show and tell when she starts preschool, huh?”

She laughed at their shocked expressions, reminded Namjoon to pay Jungkook for baby-sitting and then left to wash up.

Namjoon stood alone in the hall with Jungkook, who frowned. “Were you supposed to be paying me this entire time?” he asked, turning to Namjoon.

“I’ll get you a pizza or something,” Namjoon said stiffly.

Despite his wife’s words, he still looked somewhat pained and Jungkook’s shoulders dropped.

“I really am sorry,” he said again. “I know your wife said everything was fine, but I am. It was an accident – I didn’t think she was awake!”

Namjoon shook his head slowly, starting to smile.

“Ah, it’s fine,” he said with a laugh. As he walked them towards the front door, he glanced curiously at Jungkook. “What happened, though? Stub your toe on one of her toys?”

“Does that happen often?”

“More times than I can count.”

Jungkook laughed. “Nothing like that. I was just texting Y/N.”

Namjoon’s brows shot upwards. “Is something wrong?”

“No, um…” Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck. “Actually, the opposite.”

They came to a stop at the elevator and Namjoon turned to face him. He had an amused look on his face as he pressed a button. “Oh, really?”

“Yeah. We’re, uh…” Jungkook glanced over his shoulder. “We’re trying.”

Namjoon’s expression became almost comical. “You are? Shit, JK, that’s amazing!” Reaching out, he pulled Jungkook into a tight hug. When he finally let go, Namjoon grinned. “Damn, I can’t wait for there to be another dad in the group.”

“I mean, we’re only trying,” Jungkook hastened. “Y/N isn’t pregnant yet. She’s actually ovulating right now, which is why I was swearing. She wanted me to come home and – you probably don’t want to know all this,” he said, cutting himself off at the look on Namjoon’s face.

A look Jungkook read completely wrong, as it turned out.

“What are you waiting for?” Namjoon blurted as the elevator arrived. He practically shoved Jungkook inside. “Ovulation is no joke, man! Get the fuck home and put a baby in Y/N!”

From somewhere in the apartment, Namjoon’s wife called, “Language, Joon!”

Namjoon turned in surprise. “Really?” he called back. “I thought we could say that word now. You know, since the cat’s out of the bag? Anyways,” he said, returning to Jungkook. “Get out of here!”

Shaking his head, Jungkook stepped onto the elevator. “Okay. Weird, but thanks! And sorry again!”

As he waited for the elevator doors to close, Jungkook heard Namjoon leave and pulled out his phone to text you back.

Jungkook: coming home now xx [8:55 PM]

Jungkook: Namjoon and his wife hated the opera, left early [8:55 PM]

Jungkook: think there’s still time for twice tonight? [8:55 PM]

You answered almost immediately.

Y/N: I’ve always liked a man with ambition ;) love you. Hurry home xx [8:56 PM]

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|Breakdowns & Bugatti’s| M|

     *****  Headcanon’s for my OT7 AU*****

Genre: Rich Kid AU/ Drama/ Suspense/ Smut/ Angst

AU SUMMARY : The story of 8 heirs, who also happen to be the children of some of the most powerful, and well known political figures in The Big Apple! This is a candid look at all of the sex, lies, drama, scandals, couture and boujee affairs that are caught both on, but more importantly off camera!

OR: Gossip girl meet’s HTGAWM? Essentially if GG was on HBO, darker, and had more depth within it’s plot! Which is no shade, I love me some Gossip Girl, but realistically looking back a lot of the “Drama” wasn’t that...deep lol! But we still loved it all the same!

Note:  The first chapter is called “The Kim’s of New York” So these headcanon’s are solely the Kim boys & the OC! ALSO, I just tried to find the most discrete gif for the Y/N there is NO ethnicity for ANY of my OC’s! Also, it’s set to be a OT7 intertwined plot but the smut with the OC will prob only be 3/4 members deep!

***The sneak peek for part 1 which is Namjoon X Reader will be linked***

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Name: Namjoon Kim

Age: 21 Birth place: New York, New York

Current Residence: West Village, New York/ Songpa-Gu, Seoul Korea

Profession: Heir, College student, Entrepreneur, Art lover, Smartass, Heartbreaker (Closet fuck boi) 

College: NYU (Incoming Junior)

Degree: Aiming for a Master’s in Journalism & Political communication. Endgame :Political Journalism

Preferred Degree: Opinion, Trade, or Art Journalism, or a Museum Curator   (Namjoon actually anonymously runs a pretty popular art based travel blog)Namjoon also dabbles in that Soundcloud life making beats under an undisclosed name...however that’s just a hobby....so he says...

Business Type:....Co-owner/founder of an exclusive, invite only, dating service....do with that information what you will!

(Bonus Question ) Licensed Business?: LMAO….sure

Net Worth : 10 Figures

Dating Status : Closet Fuck Boi! Wait, is that not an option? Okay fine. He’s single...ish…Kinda? Well to be fair it depends on the time of day honestly! Is it a Sunday? Are we going to Brunch at Society Café? Or, is it Friday night and he’s going to the “Press Lounge”? More importantly is it election season and and does his father need him to not look like a hoe!? This is all crucial information, I need meticulousdetails honestly! So for the time being I guess I’ll have to pass on the question!

Aesthetic : Tom Ford X Hugo Boss X Valentino X Dior X Tommy Hilfiger = Couture Business Casual! I.E Namjoon always looks like he’s going to some business meeting with Elon Musk, and Jeff Bezos! Even if it’s like...noon on a Saturday and your going on a day trip to Nappa...He’s still in calfskin loafers and a disrespectfully tight button up. Namjoon’s giving like...hot college professor PornHub realness...Yup His whole “Scholar Student” Aesthetic is a whole ass kink and baby boy knows it! 

Political Tie: Father, Joshua Kim, New York Senator

Parents : Father : Joshua Kim, (New York Senator, son of Billionaire tech Tycoon Sang Woo Kim) Mother: Christine Kim : Luxury Event planner

Siblings : Only child

Political Party: Democratic

Actual Political Party: Liberal Daily : Matte Black Porsche 911/ Satin Red Ferrari 458/ Bugatti Veyron Matte red

Name: Seokjin Kim (Jin Kim)

Age: 23

Birth place: London, England

Current Residence: Upper Eastside, New York/ Chelsea London

Profession: Existing, Retired Editorial Model, Entrepreneur, Occasional influencer (When he feels like it) IE, the influencer that never really asked for the titile...he’s just rich and living his life! I mean let’s be real who isn't curious to see how the -1% lives?!

College: University of Oxford

Degree: Maybe he has a Master’s in Business...maybe he dropped out!

Preferred Degree: Culinary Arts...or honestly...just chillin...maybe eventually open his own modeling firm or something down the line!

Business Type:....Jin casually runs high stakes poker matches...and that’s all you need to know for right now….

(Bonus Question ) Licensed Business?:...Again...that’s all you need to know right now…

Net Worth : 10 Figures

Dating Status : Single, and not in the mood to entertain….unless you’ll like...walk yourself out after then maybe...Oh also it’s a requirement that you’re aware there’s more luxury brands than Gucci and Louis Vuitton. Show up in anything straight monogram and Jin’s going flaccid on command!

Aesthetic : Chanel  X  Dior X Cavalli X Dolce X Fendi  = On Duty Runway Model! It truly doesn’t matter if he’s going to brunch, the movies, or sitting front row at Galliano! Jin always looks like he should be front row at Galliano! Whilst also effortlessly looking 10x’S pretter than half of the bitches in Manhattan even on his worst day! Androgyny at its finest, well Jin and Judge Parks son are kinda tied in that department!

Political Tie: Father, David Kim, Mayor’s Chief of Staff/ “Ghost” press secretary

Parents : Father : David Kim, (Retired Corporate Attorney, son of Billionaire Oil Tycoon Hyun-Son Kim) Mother: Lisa Kim, Co- owner of Hotel Shailla, daughter of Michael Lee, Millionaire Entrepreneur )

Siblings : Taehyung Kim (20), Hae Jin Kim (29) Deceased...( Allegedly)  

Political Party: Democratic

Actual Political Party: Honestly, Jin could give less than a damn

Daily : Matte Pink Aston Martin One, White Bugatti Chiron

Name: Taehyung Kim (Tae Kim)

Age: 20

Birth place: Rome, Italy

Current Residence: Cobble Hill, New York/ Pairs, France (When he’s not in school...or just on the weekends)

Profession: College student, Painter, Podcast Host, unwarranted fashion critique/ Stylist! Tae lowkey thinks his IG feed is the reprise of “Fashion  Police” Joan Rivers bless rest her soul..she would’ve loved him!

College: Bernard (Sophomore)

Degree:  Fine Arts (Painting/ Sculpture)

Preferred Degree: Exactly...what he’s doing...he enrolled at NYU for business. Lasted all of like...5 months before he dropped out!

Business Type:....Tae run’s a very...controversial late night Podcast  appropriately titled “Tae unfiltered”! It wasn’t supposed to be a job, lord knows he doesn't need one...However due to the steady increase in his audience the youngest Kim is on track to ending up on Forbes without his inheritance.

(Bonus Question ) Licensed Business?:...Yup!

Net Worth: 10 Figures

Dating Status : Single, and more than ready to mingle, Tae essentially had the same girlfriend all throughout high school! The pair broke up maybe 7 months ago when she opted to go to college in London. So let’s just say he has a lot of making up to do and he’s very much….open to new experiences…

Aesthetic : Guicci  X  Gucci X Gucci X  Gucci X Gucci = Gucci!? Nah, actually Tae, is fond of anything that doesn't...blend in...so Moschino, GCDS, Vetements, Kenzo, Balmain= If it lowkey looks like it could've been homemade...but it cost like bare minimum 4k! Or he just highkey looks exactly like you’d expect, like a very rich, art student who loves funky. abstract, unethical, clothing! Is he going to Coachella or to the farmers market? We may never know but that’s fine! He’s also young, and well aware that he’s fine as fuck, and that’s a whole ass problem! Tae may not have a ton of experience but he’s far from shy and more than down to learn...

Political Tie: Father, David Kim, Mayor’s Chief of Staff (Ghost press secretary)

Parents : Father : David Kim, (Retired Corporate Attorney, son of Billionaire Oil Tycoon Sang Tae Won Kim) Mother: Lisa Kim, Co- owner of Hotel Shailla, daughter of Michael Lee, Millionaire, Entrepreneur )

Siblings : Seokjin Kim (23), Hae Jin Kim (29) Deceased ( Allegedly)

Political Party: Democratic

Actual Political Party: Liberal AFFFFFFFFFFFFF

Daily : Lime Green Lamborghini Huracan/ Matte Grey Ferrari F60

Name: Yn/Ln

Age: 21

Birth Place: Paris, France

Current Residence: Upper East Side, New York/ Dubai

Profession:...Taking pictures, of both herself and other people, ugh...looking attractive? Does that count? Oh being well dressed...Self taught photographer, Fashion Blogger, Creative Director,Entrepreneur...

College: N/A ...Possible freshman at NYU or Bernard or, FIT for Photography & or Fashion

Degree: N/A... IF, she went it would be for Fine Arts/ Fashion degree for Creative Direction

Preferred Degree: Honestly, none, she lives and breathes fashion and due to her lifestyle Y/n already has the type of connections that up and coming photographers would die for! BUT...said college degree would shut her father up...so it’s a possibility! However, it’s not like he considers photography or being a fashion influencer a real job anyway...sooo she mideswell just not even bother!

Business Type:....Existing? Her main job is essentially...breathing...and occasionally taking pictures of other people! Oh, and herself as well, she get’s paid to post daily content! She runs a website called “MyJobIsToBeWellDressed” Co-owner of an exclusive invite only dating service!

(Bonus Question ) Licensed Business?: Yes and...(lmao)...for the first part, where her blog and all of that is concerned, yes...she’s 1099 the full nine! The other job however...................mmm... next question?

Net Worth: 10 Figures

Dating Status :YOLO

Aesthetic : 90’s Couture meet’s “House of Yes” @ 3 AM ( Back when luxury brands weren’t afraid to have fun and be a little risque)  Chanel X Versace X Dolce X Prada X Gucci X Galliano = Well kept sugar baby??? Or every time you see her your literally like “Dude where the fuck are you even going!!??” Baby girl is always overdressed, she showed up to go on a doggy date through central park with Yoongi and Holly in 7 inch Louboutin’s sooo..we love that! Owns literally every vintage 90′s runway archive you can think of...If you’ve gagged over it on Pinterest it’s in Y/n’s closet. She’s smooth as all fuck...that’s for damn sure, radiating the perfect blend of BD and WAP energy....she’s a bad bitch and she knows it! Fuck the entire upper Eastside knows it!

Political Tie: Father, Christopher L/N, New York Senator

Parents: Father : Christopher L/N, (New York Senator, son of Billionaire Automotive Tycoon/ Real Estate Mogul Gregory L/N/ ) Mother: Ashley L/N, (luxury) Interior Designer & Daughter of Hotel Mogul Michael L/N

Siblings: Only child...maybe

Political Party: Democratic

Actual Political Party: Liberal

Daily : Matte Black Bugatti Divo / Satin Purple Lamborghini Murcielago/ Any car that any of her friends are driving because...fuck that, ridding shotty all day!

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There they are!!

The sneak peek is linked below...part 1 is Namjoon X Reader

However Jin and Tae are briefly introduced...and they will eventually have induvial chapters as well!

SNEAK PEEK