#how many times this specific jungkook appeared on this series? a good amount

[jkvjimin]

(206/∞) the perfect nose for butterflies to land on it ♡

[farfromsugafanfic]

Sutures - Chapter Five: Murmurs

Genre: Soulmates AU, Idiots to Lovers, slight Enemies to Lovers

Pairing: Yoongi/Named Reader

Warnings (chapter specific): mentions of family illness, a disgusting amount of fluff

Synopsis: “A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it.” –Jean de la Fontaine

There was only one thing you and Min Yoongi had in common that night. You were both brokenhearted. You only intended to be together for one night, but when you both end up in the hospital the next day you discover that you are soulmates. It could kill you to be apart. As you and Yoongi attempt to sever the bond between you, will another be formed?

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"Sumi!" Jungkook called. "Can you do us a favor?" 

Jungkook and Jimin stood outside your door. You could tell they were up to something based on the smirk on their faces. 

You had been quietly knitting, trying to forget the events of earlier that day with Minki and what happened in the backseat with Yoongi. You still felt Yoongi's lips on your stomach, soft, yet, demanding. He hadn't managed to leave any marks this time, which you were grateful for, but part of you wished you could have a reminder of the secret between you. 

"What?" you asked.

"Yoongi was going to wake up at four to help us with the production on the new song. And it's almost four thirty now. Can you wake him up for us?"

You glanced at the two boys who while they seemed mischievous, seemed genuinely like they didn't want the task of having to wake up Yoongi. 

"Why can't you do it?" you asked, putting aside the hat you were currently working on. 

"He'll be nicer to you," Jungkook said. "He's grumpy when he wakes up." 

You laughed slightly. "All right, fine."

You followed the two boys towards Yoongi's bedroom. You hadn't stepped foot in his bedroom yet, having only been in his studio. You opened the door slowly and tiptoed towards the bed where the boy's form was curled up asleep. Despite being taller than you, when he slept he made himself look so small, his knees curled up towards his chest and his arms around a pillow. 

"Yoongi," you said, lightly shaking his shoulder. "The boys said you wanted to get up at four. It's four thirty." 

You hear an annoyed groan and before you could protest, Yoongi dropped the pillow and pulled you onto the bed, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. He rested his chin on your shoulder and you felt the soft scratch of his barely there facial hair. 

"Sleep with me," he whispered, his hot breath tickling your ear. 

You reached up to the pillow above you and threw it back towards him, hearing it hit with a solid thud. 

"Fuck you." You attempted to squirm from his grasp, your legs kicking the covers and his legs. Yet, he never loosened his grip. 

"Already have," he whispered, his voice husky. You felt his smirk against your shoulder blades and for a moment you thought he would begin kissing you again. But, as you reached for another pillow, his arms released from around you. 

You got up from the bed and walked out of his room, his scent clinging to your clothes. You stopped to glance at Jungkook and Jimin who stood by the door, wide eyed at what they witnessed. You could only imagine what it looked like to them: Yoongi pulling you onto the bed and kissing you as you playfully tried to push him away. 

"I see why no one likes waking him up."

The two boys awkwardly nodded and walked into Yoongi's bedroom, shutting the door behind them. 

You couldn't help but laugh slightly at the boy's assumptions before walking back towards your bedroom at the end of the hall. 

---

You hadn't spoken to your parents since before the night you and Yoongi met. You didn't call much due to the long distance charges to the US, but you figured you needed to update them about everything. 

"Hello?" your mom answered the phone. "Sumi?"

"Hi mom," you said. "How's everything?"

"Good, busy as always. But, don't worry about us, how is my daughter?"

"Well, there's a lot that's happened since I talked to you last." 

You explained the situation, careful not to tell your mom too much. You knew if you explained that you'd had a one night stand your mom would be disappointed and scold you. Despite being an ocean away in California, your mother still managed to make you feel like you were a fifteen-year-old again who got caught sneaking out. 

"Oh, I'm so happy you finally got rid of Minki," your mother said. "I never liked him. And I can't wait to meet this soulmate of yours, what did you say his name was again?"

---

"Min Yoongi," Yoongi heard as he walked towards your room on the way to the bathroom. He stopped, noticing the small crack in your door. He wondered if you had managed to see him in the hallway, but as he approached he noticed that you were pacing around your room. 

"No, mom, don't Google..." You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose. "I get it, mom," you said laughing. "He's cute." 

You didn't talk for a moment, but you cutely chewed on your bottom lip which made Yoongi want to replace your teeth with his own. He pushed back the thought as you spoke again. 

"Well, we all agreed it would be best for me to move in with his band so that his career wouldn't be affected and I could continue working online or once things get better do in-person sessions."

You went silent again. Yoongi couldn't hear what your mother was saying because she was speaking so quickly. 

"I know, mom," you said. "I'll be careful. The only trouble we've had has been with Minki. His fans don't know."

Yoongi's stomach turned. Guilt.

"At first, I wanted to go along with what the doctor's said and do the relationship, but I'm glad we didn't now. It may be harder for a while, but we barely knew each other and asking one another to put in effort to a relationship neither one of us wanted didn't make sense." 

Despite your words being Yoongi's rationale, they felt so harsh coming from your mouth. He was glad the arrangement had become easier for you, but there was part of him that felt disappointed. 

---

"How's grandma?" you asked, once your mom had finally calmed down about Yoongi. She had taken it better than you expected her to, however, you were slightly worried she was expecting grandchildren any day. 

"Good," your mom answered. "The doctors say her treatment is going well. As they say, no news is good news." 

You sigh, wishing you could be in the US with your family, but you stayed behind to go to school and by the time you finished, you already had a life you didn't want to leave in Korea. You visited as often as you and your parents could afford, but that was normally only at the holidays. 

You had no siblings and many of your parent's siblings were also in the US or in Busan. Seoul was a lonely city, but you made it work.

"All right, well take care of her and yourself, okay, mom? And tell dad I miss him."

You ended the call after you both said your goodbyes. You sighed in relief at having finally explained the situation to your family, but you couldn't help the worry that formed in your stomach. You were normally able to suppress the constant worry about your grandmother, but every time you talked to your mom it always seemed to worsen.

---

Yoongi stepped away from your door once you hung up, so he wouldn't be discovered. He felt a small pang of guilt from eavesdropping, but your door was open and you had been talking about him. He pushed it away, knowing it really didn't matter. 

He walked back to his studio and sat down at his desk, Jungkook and Jimin listening to their vocals. He wondered what was up with your grandma, while it didn't seem out of place to ask how she was doing, the way your brow had furled and the way you chewed your lip nervously made him think that there was something else going on. 

"Yoongi?" Jimin asked, taking off his headphones. "Everything okay?"

Yoongi shook himself out of it. 

"Yeah," he said. "Sorry, not awake yet." 

---

"Sumi," Namjoon said, knocking politely on your bedroom door. "Do you want to come and help me work out some lyrics?"

You looked at the leader in somewhat disbelief, your eyes wide and your lips pursed. 

"Me?" you asked. "Wouldn't one of the boys be better?"

"Maybe," he said. "But, it's not often we get a perspective of someone outside of the industry, and you've been in your room since you got back. I know it was tough to face your ex and thought you might like some company." 

You smiled, Namjoon was so perceptive, you wondered if he could read your mind. You realized how much easier it would be if you were his soulmate instead of Yoongi's. Namjoon understood you and always seemed to know how to make you feel better. 

"You can bring your project with you," he said, leaving towards his studio and leaving the door open for you. 

You followed the leader to his studio, which had fewer obstacles to enter than Yoongi's. Although, once you entered it was largely similar. A simple design with a few decorations and various awards hung on the wall.

He pulled up a chair beside him and motioned for you to sit down beside him. You sat down and looked over all the equipment on his desk. A normal desktop with multiple monitors, other things you didn't recognize, like a machine with various knobs and switches, and a microphone. 

You remembered seeing most of the same equipment in Yoongi's studio, except he had a keyboard he kept in the center of everything. The black and white keys almost taking over the room. 

Namjoon opened up a notebook with various notes in it. You even noticed a few notes in English, making you smile and remember that the two of you shared the language in common. 

"How'd you get into music?" you asked in English. 

"I always liked music," he said, also responding in English. "I read a lot and eventually it translated into writing. I don't know, it all just kind of happened naturally."

You smiled, noting the way his face lit up as he talked about his passion, his dimples appearing on his cheeks. 

"I understand," you said. "I always liked to teach people when they learned that I speak English. I should've charged when I was in high school for all the tutoring I did, but I enjoyed it enough that I didn't care." 

"What about knitting?" he asked. 

"I was always crafty," you said, laughing. "Whenever I visited my grandmother in the US, she always had a knitting project and she talked about how it calmed her, made her realize she had more control over her fate than she believed. She used to tell me stories about the Fates in Greek mythology and how knitting made her feel like one." You looked down at your project--a black hat. "So, whenever I feel out of control, I knit. Sometimes, I don't even know what I'm making until it's finished." 

You quickly bound off the yarn and slapped the finished hat on Namjoon's head, giggling. You expected him to take it off immediately and hand it back, but instead, he used the nearest computer monitor to adjust it so it sat over his hair attractively. 

"It looks nice," you said. 

---

The two of you worked in comfortable silence, the hat you made still sitting on Namjoon's dyed hair. You'd started a new hat with the same black yarn. You wondered if he had a girlfriend to give it to. You and Minki always used to wear matching hats or scarfs or gloves. He took whatever you made him wholeheartedly. They were probably still sitting in the top drawer of his dresser. You wished you could unravel the yarn and turn them back into a tangled ball of string. 

Namjoon would occasionally run a line past you or hum a melody without realizing. You even found yourself humming the same melody back to him and when you did, he always shot you a small smile. 

"Let's see what fans think of my new hat," he said, taking a selfie with his phone. 

"Wait! Don't post that! Won't they think you have a girlfriend or something?"

He gave you an odd look before looking down at the picture. 

"Does Yoongi have you that paranoid? If anyone questions it, I'll just say a fan made it," he said. "Not exactly a lie." 

Your shoulders slumped realizing the easy solution. It was true that since the shoe incident, you were scared to be visible in the boys' lives. Their careers meant more to them than it did to you. You could be an English tutor nearly anywhere and no one could take knitting from you, but their music could be taken from them. You didn't want to be the reason they lost their passions.

"Come on," he said. "I have to go run this past Yoongi. You're welcome to come along." 

You followed Namjoon to Yoongi's studio, taking your yarn and knitting needles with you. Namjoon rang the doorbell to Yoongi's studio and you had to stop yourself from laughing at the ritual of it all.

Yoongi came and opened the door. He greeted Namjoon and while he seemed slightly surprised to see you, held the door open to you. 

"She's great to bounce lyrics off," Namjoon said. "Surprised you haven't picked up on that yet." 

You sat down on the couch in the back of the studio while the two boys discussed the lyrics and the song. You took the opportunity to go on Twitter, seeing the picture of Namjoon in the hat. All of the fans complimented him, telling him he looked cute and demanding he go to bed because it was late. You smiled, hoping that if the fans ever found out about you, they would have similar reactions.

You went back to knitting, but couldn't help and look up when you heard the sound of the piano. Yoongi was playing the melody Namjoon had been humming earlier and you were impressed by his ability to translate the hums into notes so quickly. 

His fingers slide over the keys naturally--the keys an extension of his fingers--much like the needles you held. Yoongi was serious, but unlike his normal seriousness which was grumpy or sexy (depending on the day), this time he was focused. His lips slightly pouted and his body relaxed. 

Music for him was the knitting to you. It was the creation that helped you escape yourself to feel the smoothness of the keys or the needles beneath your fingers and trust that something beautiful would come from it.

---

You had fallen asleep by the time Yoongi and Namjoon had finished; still occasionally moving your fingers, trying to knit in your sleep. Yoongi smiled, remembering the times he woke up in the studio seeing the notes he'd unknowingly composed while he was asleep.

"Do you want me to wake her up?" Namjoon asked. 

"No," Yoongi said, shaking his head. "Let's not disturb her." 

Namjoon nodded, grabbing his notebook and leaving the room. He closed the door softly so he wouldn't wake you. 

Yoongi looked down at your sleeping form. It seemed he'd seen you sleeping nearly as much as he'd seen you awake since the first time you met. The night you spent together, you'd fallen asleep first, cuddling into his side. Normally, he wasn't the cuddling type, at least not with a girl he'd just met, but seeing the lipstick smeared across your pouty lips and your tangled hair spread out across the pillow, he hadn't been able to resist. 

He grabbed your knitting needles and yarn, setting them on the edge of his desk, within your sight so you could easily find them in the morning. It wasn't the first time he'd moved your knitting needles, for something you loved so much, you often left them laying around. Yoongi opened the bottom drawer of his desk where he kept a blanket for when his studio was cold or when he fell asleep while working. 

He covered your form before shutting off the light and leaving the room quietly.

[joontier]

The King’s Guard | Chapter 7 

pairings: kim seokjin x reader ; jeon jungkook x reader ; min yoongi x reader

series rating: R(18+) | genre: angst, forbidden love, longing, immense pining 

warnings: none to note 

word count: 6.6k

g/n: HAHGFJFIE FINALLY!!!!!!!! that is all. ((also painfully and regrettably unedited)) thank you. THIS IS THE MOMENT WE’VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR ASJDFOAWJEFI SEND ME YOUR THOUGHTS PLEASE? 

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The King’s Guard | Chapter 7

“Hoseok.” 

Yoongi keeps his voice low as he attempts to poke the general awake, vigorously, yet with the right amount of caution so as not to wake the naked sleeping court lady in his arms. Chaeyoung, was it? The southern king ponders on wistfully as he pulls the blanket up again to maintain the modesty in the room - if there was any left, that is. 

The young king of the south had already sensed the tension between the pair when they were first acquainted with each other. Yoongi, not a stranger to the wants of the flesh, already knew this was coming. If it only weren’t for the places they hold in the palace, they would have made a great couple. 

Surely though, the two were old enough to know that clothes were still warranted even after what Yoongi could only assume to have been a steamy evening between the two. It wasn’t appropriate to just go sleeping in the nude especially when one could easily barge in at any time of the day, just as Yoongi had done. 

The blonde-haired king continues poking at the general by the ribs, cursing when the latter won’t respond and instead rolls over to the other side, pulling Chaeyoung closer in his arms. 

Good heavens. Why does this have to be so hard? 

For one, he’d already wasted time this morning trying to locate Hoseok, who he reckons no longer enjoys sleeping in his own quarters; finding more comfort in the danger that lies with sleeping in the court ladies’ quarters instead. He makes a mental note to address this to Hoseok later as this was going to be a major headache later on. 

Should this relationship of theirs proceed with its imminent direction, not only the general will be facing the grave consequences of their actions, but the poor court lady will have to take responsibility as well. 

“Hoseok.” The young king of the south nudges him once more, this time stronger than the last. Yoongi hears the general groan in response, and lets himself sit back against the wall in relief. At least this reaction was better than the log he was trying to wake just moments ago. 

That is, until he realizes he spoke too soon. 

Hoseok rolls over and proceeds to lie on his stomach. Yoongi cards his fingers through his temple, jaw clenched as he tries to figure out a more effective way to get the general up on his feet. 

He spots a vessel on top of Chaeyoung’s dresser, and Yoongi smirks as an unorthodox idea of waking up someone pops in his head. Quietly creeping up from the floor, he grabs the clay container by its neck and tilts the vessel, pouring the water onto Hoseok’s bare back. This ought to do the job. Just as expected, the liquid had the southern general scrambling to his feet. 

Squinting his eyes as he looks around, Hoseok comes face to face with his king, eyes trained on him like a tiger waiting on his prey. Hoseok immediately sits up, cowering under the king’s daunting gaze, “M-my king…”

Yoongi promptly gets up, not wanting to bother himself with another look at Hoseok’s naked form. “Get up. Meet me by the stables,” the king orders, sliding the door open, “and next time, please maintain some dignity and remember to put clothes on before sleeping.” 

The general clambers from the court lady’s yo, taking his discarded clothes by the corner of the room as the southern king heads to the stables first. 

“Did she really knock you out that bad that you were harder to wake than a sleeping cow?” 

Even at dawn when the sun hasn’t risen yet, Yoongi sees the general blush under the sky’s soft shade of purple. “If I could say so for myself, she was quite flexible, your Highness…” Hoseok whispers shyly as he chews on his lip. Yoongi’s mouth falls agape at his general’s confession, grimacing at the awful mental images it brought to his mind this early in the morning. 

“General.” Hoseok straightens himself atop his steed, knowing that the king meant business when he calls him by his official title. “You should know that what I had said was a question I needed not answered.” 

“My apologies, my King.” Hoseok says, expression unchanging when he whispers under his breath. “It’s not like I’m the only one who’s getting frisky with the women of the palace.” Yoongi’s eyes narrow as he glares at the general, guiding his horse nearer to Hoseok’s, seemingly taunting the latter to say more. “Ah yes,” the general gets the message and bows, but Yoongi doesn’t miss the small smirk playing on the younger man’s lips, “this is the part where I keep my mouth shut.” 

Bored out of his wits (and disrupted from his very lovely sleep), the general turns to his king, “I hope you don’t mind me asking, jeonha, but where exactly are we headed to at this time of the day?”

“We’re already here.” Hoseok, with his question answered in the most unexpected manner, gives an awkward nod as a reply to the southern king. He studies the place where Yoongi had led him to in this early morning and in recognition, his would seemingly winces at him as he remembers the day they’ve faced death in the eyes, and luckily got away with it.

In subconscious reminiscence, Yoongi flexes his shoulders, a short tinge of pain stings through the breadth of his back. Hoseok, in similar thought, does the same, reaching over to his side to feel the slowly healing wound.

The small clearing was not as ghastly as it had been when they had first arrived at this part of the forest.  The previously horrific scenery was no more; the doltap shrine, formerly made from dead bodies toppled over each other was now replaced by actual rocks and other mementos of the deceased.

Yoongi dismounts from his horse, a small cloud of dust appearing as he lands on the ground. Just like that, he’s taken back to the same night he’d met Seokjin – the same night he and Hoseok had narrowly escaped the hands of death. The southern king closes his eyes, reliving the scene like it was just yesterday.

“Forgive me, jeonha, but why are we here? If I should say so myself, my king, we we’re lucky enough to get away last time…if we stay here any longer, I’m not particularly sure what or who could be waiting for us this time.”

“We have to look for something.”

“Which is?”

“I’m not sure too. Just… I don’t think Seokjin is dead yet.”

Hoseok looks at him, worry painting all over his features. Yoongi had never concerned himself with the capitol, all the more with its king. The southern general couldn’t quite put a finger on it yet, but he is sure that there is a missing piece of the puzzle he has yet to discover. It won’t be long before he does.

Jungkook watches you from the shade of another nearby tree, indulging himself with an apple he picked earlier on the way to the gardens. You’ve just finished teaching five new characters to the class, and as a reward for their exemplary behavior, you decided to treat them with a story – one you’re telling with such animation right now.

He joins the children in laughter when you imitate a creature: an elephant, he reckons, though he’s never seen one in real life. Subsequently, you use your arm as a trunk and even start to make the strangest sounds to mimic the animal. Peels of the sound of amusement resonate throughout the open space. Even the court ladies you’d initially came with join soon afterwards, making their best impressions of different animals.

The sight was most endearing. You’re a natural when it comes to children, Jungkook attests to himself. You were patient, caring, and kind – all the traits of a good mother already inherent in you. It was no question that you child will grow up to be just as wonderful as you are.

Being a widow though? Not so much.

Despite the bountiful radiance brought about by these children, he could still see the sadness in your eyes. Gone are your usually bright orbs, mirth and brilliance swimming freely in your pupils.

It’s only been a week since the news of Seokjin’s passing and the announcement of your pregnancy. You’d maintained your cheeriness but Jungkook fears it all might have been just a façade because your smiles never reached your eyes unlike before.

Jungkook knew you were strong. Even the whole palace would agree on that fact. You were stronger than anyone could ever admit and you were far stronger than you think you were. It was a trait of yours that even only the bravest could only hope to be bestowed with. Your resilience was one of your many characteristics that Jungkook admired so much.

But at the same time, he fears this mask of courage you put on was going to be the same thing that was going to destroy you slowly from the inside.

Jungkook understood where you were coming from. Truly, he did. He’s dealt with enough royals all his life to know that a simple display of weakness could be perceived for something far greater than it is. Royals are groomed and nurtured to perfection from the moment they are born, and in their lifetime, they are only afforded a specific set of standards they had to live by strictly, else they lose the respect of the council and subsequently, their people.

It was madness at the least, to think that royals are supposed to be as stiff as their forefathers now commemorated by figures made of stone or some precious mineral. How strangely ironic.

Crown aside, you are but a human being, a woman, who had just lost her husband, and is now burdened with having to deal with your pregnancy alone. On top of all the responsibilities of a queen, including those of which Seokjin had left you.

Jungkook knew he was a mere soldier in your eyes, but he wanted to help you in the hopes to alleviate the pain you were going through; he wanted you to know that he feels your pain and he knows the suffering of one who has likewise lost a loved one.

He knows you’re constantly pre-occupying yourself with these things, always looking for a distraction to forget your personal sentiments. Jungkook could only imagine what struggles you’re going through right now and how badly he wishes he could hold you in his arms and tell you it’s going to be alright and he’s going to be there for you no matter what.

“Jungkook? Captain?”

“Huh?”

Jungkook scrambles to his feet as he sees you looking down on him as he rested by the bark of the tree. “Jungjeon-mama!”

Chuckling, you remove a stray leaf that stuck itself to his pants. Jungkook’s heart flutters at the small gesture. “Are you alright, captain? I’ve been calling for you but you seem busy staring off into the distance…” He gulps.

“Alright. Will you accompany me to the doltap shrine then?”

“Of course, Mama.”

Just like before, the two of you walk in comfortable silence, although the captain beside you looks more tense than ever. “Jungkook. Are you sure you’re alright? If you’re unwell, I can just go on my own. You can head back to your quarters.”

The captain quickly shakes his head, but when you meet his eyes, there’s a heavy weight in his stare that you wish to mention, but you don’t want to push his boundaries any further, especially when the two of you had been closer than any of you would have imagined.

You look away as you reach the top of the tiny slope, the dock finally in view. Jungkook immediately offers his elbow for your support, and you place a hand on the same with much gratitude.

He steps into the tiny boat first, readying the oars where he can reach them easily for later. Extending a hand out, he beckons you over to the canoe. Due to an unknown factor, you miss the gap between the boat and the dock, tripping slightly as you get inside. “Mama! Our– the baby!” You laugh at your own clumsiness before placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “I’m fine! I’m fine… stop acting like I’m a porcelain doll…” you joke, settling yourself on the seat.

“I’m just concerned about your well-being,” Jungkook mumbles, not meeting your eyes as he fixes the oars with a pout on his face. What a big baby. Gently, you put a hand on his knee, urging him to look at you, “I know,” you give him a warm smile, “and I’m very thankful to have you nearby all the time.”

It was the whole truth. Ever since Minho came barging in with your husband’s clothes and until the announcement of your pregnancy with the council, Jungkook has always been there. Since then, you’d opted to stay inside your hanok most of the day, unless you had to come out for your official duties.

He’d always be there, waiting outside your hanok as you’re about to leave for your responsibilities. You’d even suggested having Yunho come with you instead but the stubborn captain insisted, telling you it is his greatest honor to be your personal guard.

The boat pushes forward and you tilt your head back slightly, enjoying the cool, crisp air. “It’s a beautiful day today isn’t it?”. Jungkook smiles this time, “Certainly, wangbi.”

You decide to leave the shrine late in the afternoon as Jungkook wasn’t able to bring a lamp with him. The sky is becoming a lovely purple, and as the captain manages to safely bring you both back across the river, you make your final request of the day from him. “Why don’t we sit here a while longer? Enjoy the sunset perhaps?” You’re already patting the grass beside you, leaving Jungkook no choice.

Jungkook finally gathers up the courage to ask you this time, “How about you, Mama? Are you alright?” Jungkook doesn’t know what kind of response to expect but he hopes that you will be able to recognize the true depth of his sudden inquiry.

You don’t answer at first. It seemed as if you were trying to gather your thoughts before you reply. “I’m alright,” you retort with a smile. There it is again – the ingenuine grin. “Taehyung had just visited me yesterday to recommend meals I could have prepared that will give me and the baby enough nutrition.”

Right, you were also pregnant. He almost forgot that for a moment. That was another reason he couldn’t sleep at night – could he possibly be a fath-

“How I wish my child’s father was still here to witness him or her grow up.”

Oh. Right. Jungkook chokes back a sob.

This was only one of the many times he’d realized he’d been a fool all along, but this realization had been the most painful yet.

Just as if on cue, Jungkook feels something cold hit his cheek from above. There’s a grey cloud reigning over them, like it’s giving a warning signal of the storm that’s about to come.

He turns to you, worry apparent in his features once more. “Mama, we have to go back!” Just then, there’s a downpour of water, evidently drenching you both. He extends his arm out, even offering you a ride back home on his back. You stand up on your own though, but you don’t take his hand, nor did you follow him back to the palace.

“Mama?”

“Let’s stay for a little while longer.”

“But you might catch a cold, mama.”

“Since when was a cold fatal?” The smile on your face is almost devilish and Jungkook finds himself powerless to say no. “Come on!” you urge, clapping excitedly. “When was the last time you played under the rain?”

“When I was a kid?”

“All the more reason to have fun then!”

The last time he purposefully stayed under the rain was with you, and he promised himself that he would never do it again if you weren’t going to be with him.

You were both young and your rendezvous at the southern forest were nothing short of cherished moments. There were days when the downpour was ultimately unavoidable, especially when you’re playing in the middle of the forest. Rain hadn’t stopped you both from meeting nonetheless. There were also days when he just waited at your designated meeting place, only accompanied by the angry clouds while his body shivered from the cold.

When the years had passed by, Jungkook didn’t find anything enjoyable with staying under the rain so he stayed indoors most of the time, unless it was part of his official duties. Besides, everything else seemed to lose its purpose if you weren’t in it.

Life for him was a storm he was waiting to pass, but since he’d met you that day in the forest all muddy, he learned that life was about learning how to dance in the rain. Ironically enough, you were also the sun that brought light to his life, providing him with enough energy to last for centuries.

You feel something by your feet, prompting you to jump into Jungkook’s arms in fright. The captain gets surprised by your actions, causing him to almost lose his footing. Jungkook looks down to see any damage and sees a brown slimy creature camouflaging with the grass, “Mama, it’s just a frog…”

You frown adorably, giving him a hard time with an irresistible pout. How he wishes he could just kiss you right now. “I’m not particularly fond of these creatures…” You gasp when another one croaks, tightening your grip around the captain’s arms. Jungkook’s mouth twitches in silent celebration at your touch. He may or may not have flexed his muscles too on purpose – but that was most likely a primary instinct when the woman of your dreams encourages physical contact, albeit subconsciously.

Jungkook’s jubilation is cut short when more frogs start to appear out of nowhere, causing you to squeeze even tighter, your grip bordering on pain. For some unknown, you’ve managed to latch on his back with your constant avoidance of the tiny, slimy creatures. “Jung!” you shout, now relentlessly slapping his arm; Jungkook huffs - so much for his fantasies. “We have to get out of here Jungkook!!”

The quick-witted captain crouches low enough, telling you to jump on his back. He didn’t need to actually tell you though, because the moment he’d turned around you already had your hands hooked over his shoulders, trying to get him to hurry. Because of all the movements and the noise, the frogs share the same level of alarm as you – one even manages to fasten itself on your shoe. You flail your foot about, subsequently making it fly about a few feet away and thus, making Jungkook burst into laughter.

He remembers the time he’d surprised you with a frog inside a box in front of the whole class, and now you’d managed to get a whole army of frogs chasing you both. It was a living nightmare – for you at least, Jungkook on the contrary though, is positive that he’s having the time of his life watching frogs terrify you.

Just as expected, Jungkook loses his breath from laughter, setting you down gently as you go over the slope. You’re a little bit too hesitant to let go though, that even when Jungkook has turned to face you, you’re still clinging onto his jeogori as if your life depended on it. It’s a relief when he hears you giggle in his chest, assuring him that you were no longer frightened.  

Only silence remained as the laughter dies down. There’s the muted croaking of the frogs in the distance, but other than that, you’re left standing in his arms, quiet as ever. “Is it alright if I hold you like this for a while?”

Your sudden request throws the captain off guard. He’s powerless to say no, not when this is the moment he’d been waiting and imagining for years. “Can we just stay like this for a moment longer, Mama?” His voice almost breaks, pleading at the least.

“Of course, Jungkook.”

It seems like a hug is what you both just need.  

Just as the rain pours over them, Jungkook feels his own tears rolling down hotly against his cheeks, contrasting the cold droplets of rainwater. His heart hurts. He’s crying.

Actually, you both are.

You find Yoongi lounging extremely close by the doors of your hanok two days later.

The proximity of the southern king startles you and as a gust of wind blows by, some of his bright yellowish hair fly straight into your mouth, “Yoongi!” He fumbles as he pushes his hair back over his shoulder. “Apologies my queen.” There are at least two strands left in your face and Yoongi doesn’t hesitate to reach out his hand, taking out the strands with such tenderness, shivering when you feel the cold pads of his fingers against your cheek.

It takes you a moment before you realize what’s happening and you pull away, turning on your heel. “What are you doing here anyways?” you ask, sliding your doors close. You’re meant to wake a lot earlier than you did today and if you don’t hurry, you might just miss your music class with the village kids.

Yoongi hurries after you, trying to keep up with your pace, “I was…um…wondering if I could come to your class today?”

“You?” you think out loud, not sparing him a glance. You don’t put much thought to it with your haste to make it in time, and you tell him he’s free to do whatever he wants. He doesn’t say anything else after that, so you quicken your pace towards the palace gardens.

You reach the reserved spot in no time, with the children already settled in, chatting and playing among themselves. Just as you’d requested the night prior, your gayageum has been assembled just underneath the oak tree.

“Jungjeon-mama, who is that ahjussi behind you?” Turning to see who the child was pertaining to, you come to see Yoongi standing behind you, seemingly offended at how he’d been perceived to be way older than he actually is.

“Ahjussi?!” Yoongi exclaims, face twisted into a grimace, “Who are you calling ahjussi, kid?”

The children are taken aback by the tone of his voice, unaware that he hadn’t taken any offense with the child’s question. The poor boy’s lips quiver in fear. You give the southern king a quick glare before calling the boy over and letting him sit on your lap. While Yoongi approaches the both of you with a softened gaze, the boy nuzzles his head by the crook of your neck, murmuring his fright over the man’s temper.

“Hey little bud,” Yoongi crouches, tapping the boy’s shoulder twice to get the latter to face him. The boy peeks slowly from your neck, eyeing the blonde-haired man warily. “I’m sorry about earlier son. I was just surprised because no one had ever called me that –“

He wasn’t actually going to explain it is he? You clear your throat, interrupting him. Yoongi’s mouth presses into a thin line.

“Right. Say, could you tell me your name?”

“It’s Jinseo.”

“Hello, Jinseo. It’s nice to meet you. My name is Yoongi. Could I make it up to you by playing a song?”

Jinseo paused, head titled slightly to the right as if in deep thought. “It isn’t mine to give you permission. You should ask Mama,” he says smartly, pointing at you. Kids are getting smarter these days.

“Jungjeon-mama?” Yoongi asks with an expectant look. With the other children following suit, you are left with no other choice but to say yes. Reluctantly, you lift yourself up together with Jinseo and taking a spot next to the other children.

“Let me just try to…” Yoongi adjusts himself on the seat, plucking the strings in an uncoordinated manner, “remember…” All of a sudden, he claps like he’d just produced gold from thin air, startling everyone around. “I got it! I got it now, don’t worry.”

You and Jinseo share a look.

If there was any discipline of the arts you could take pride for in yourself, it would have been music. Your father, King Daesin of the south, aside from occasionally practicing medicine, also had the ear for music. He had taught you how to play the gayageum, an instrument you’ve been acquainted with for as long as you could remember. Because of fair years of playing, you could freely boast to anyone that you’re quite exceptional at it, but now with Yoongi and his hands on your beloved instrument... Yoongi was tremendously better at it than you probably ever will be.

A smile creeps onto your face when you realize his acting earlier, pretending to be a beginner with the instrument when he could totally be mistaken for a musical prodigy. What a humble bragger. Yoongi had his eyes closed, pouring his emotion and soul onto the instrument, and even without having to enunciate lyrics to get the message across, it was clear to everyone that the song conveyed sadness in all forms. Each vibration of the string – every sound it made spoke in volumes, moving everyone present in class. By the time he’d finished, all the children were as silent as mice, rigid as statues. This was the first time you’ve seen them all well-behaved.

It also dawns on you that this was the first time any of you were deeply moved by music.

The rest of the class stay silent moments later, all in deep contemplation despite the differences in your ages. From your side, you hear a child sigh to the girl in front of her, “I came to class happy this morning. Now I’m sad.” All of a sudden, Jinseo scrambles out of your lap and rushes to Yoongi, hugging the older man’s side in an awkward manner. Yoongi is caught off guard by the gesture, patting the little boy’s head in a similarly awkward manner.

“Ahjussi,” Jinseo calls once more, maintaining his hold on Yoongi’s waist. The southern king heaves a deep sigh, knowing he’s going to have to deal with that a lot longer than he intended to be. “Why are you sad? You played sad music for us. Now we’re all sad too.” Yoongi is rendered speechless and looks at you with wide eyes, seeking for your help. “Uh...Jinseo, why don’t you ask your Yoongi-hyungnim to play us a happy song then?”

“A happy song!” Sheepishly, Yoongi cheers, clapping his hands in an attempt to get everyone back in high spirits. Thankfully, the children seem to enjoy the idea, so they goad the ahjussi on, wanting to see if he’s just as talented with cheery songs as he is with sorrowful ones.

With a small smile, Yoongi mouths a ‘thank you’ in your direction before placing his hands on the gayageum once more.

“Thank you for saving me a few times earlier during your class,” the southern king says, leaning towards you while he mimics your movements as you wave goodbye to the children. “You haven’t had much experience with children, haven’t you?” you raise a brow at him while a laugh escapes your lips.

“I’m afraid I don’t,” Yoongi replies, chuckling to himself.

“It’s good practice though, what you did earlier. One day, you’re going to be a father as well.”

Yoongi eyes you slowly from the side, checking if you realize the gravity of your words. His eyes lower down to your stomach, imagining if the baby growing inside of it was his own blood. Perhaps it was? Perhaps it wasn’t?

He’d been especially concerned about your well-being since last week when shocking news had been continuously delivered right to your arms. He wanted to approach you badly during those rough days, but you were far too pre-occupied to even spare him a second glance. The young king wonders how much of a difficulty it might be for you, but all he wanted was to show you that he was willing to support you in any way that he can.

Yoongi sees Hoseok approach with the jumeoni he’d personally prepared early in the morning. He sees his brother trail not far behind, studying the silk bag in Hoseok’s hands. The southern king had been nervous since last night, continuously practicing his lines to the point where he’s not sure why he’s doing it in the first place. It’s now or never.

“Jungjeon-mama?”

Yoongi winces inwardly as he hears his own voice wavering. Heavens. Why was he so nervous around you? You turn to him with a warm smile. Ah yes – that’s why.

“May I invite you for a walk?” The southern king asks as he beckons his general over who hands him the silk bag. “And lunch perhaps?”

You pause for a moment, recalling your thoughts if you had anything else planned after your music class with the children. Yoongi tries hard to not show too much excitement when he hears your yes. Extending his arm out, he motions for you to walk with him. He feels Jungkook follow you both, and he leans to your side a little, whispering, “I was wondering if we could perhaps…go alone?”

You look at him, as if studying his facial expressions. Turning around, you tell Jungkook to stay put. The captain’s eyes dart back and forth, giving his own older brother a steely gaze before nodding his head and bowing to you. “Don’t worry captain. I’ll scream loudly if anything bad happens,” you tell him as a reassurance.

“In all seriousness, Mama…” Yoongi says, putting on a stern face, even though you are both experiencing clear difficulty with keeping a straight face after hearing Yoongi’s stories. “…do I seriously look like an ahjussi to you?”  

You place a hand over your mouth, ineffectively hiding your giggles. Yoongi grimaces, clutching his chest to express his hurt over your reaction. “We can’t blame the kids though. And besides, Jinseo had a valid point.” The young king gives you a playful glare.

Yoongi had been expressing his sentiments over the whole ‘ahjussi’ situation earlier, arguing that he didn’t have enough wrinkles on his face to be even considered one. In Jinseo’s earlier defense though, he stated that only old people had white hair, and if he wasn’t old – why would he even have white hair in the first place. To which, of course, an agitated Yoongi replies: “It’s not white. It’s yellow…ish. And it’s bleach! It’s something I discovered during an overseas travel! A lot of people have this kind of hair color…”

“How are you feeling? Is your pregnancy going well?”

“How did you know about my pregnancy?” Yoongi shrugs as he replies, “Walls are never thick enough to hide news like that.” “Oh.” ‘Oh’ is an appropriate reaction, Yoongi reckons, as he’s had the same sort of response when he’d heard of the news.

“Well, for one, our royal physician Taehyung had scheduled regular visits to keep my condition in check. So there’s that. He advises that as long as keep a stress-free environment, my pregnancy will be just fine.”

Using your chopsticks, you fiddle with the mandu he’s made hours prior, deep in thought as you stare into the distance.

Yoongi hopes that the apparent death of your husband isn’t conducive of stress of a stress-free environment. He makes an inward scoff – as if that’s most likely going to happen. If he’s already thorned by occurrences that seem insignificant to those of the capitol’s then he could only imagine the sort of struggle you have to go through, especially when the backbone of your government is composed of vile men who are strongly displeased by the thought of having a woman on the throne.

The young man lies on his back, stretching out his legs to get rid of the tingling on his soles due to their prolonged sitting. With a long exhale, he closes his eyes, letting his thoughts drift along with the steady breeze.

He knows he’s neglecting his duties as the king of the south by prolonging his stay here, but Seokjin’s death won't settle with him nicely. He has to get to the bottom of this. Even if he’s still holding a grudge against Seokjin for taking you away from the south (and had even secretly wished him dead at some point) he could never plunge a sword to another king, much more to the same one who had taken care of the woman he wanted to call his wife.

He hears rustling from your side, and Yoongi opens his eyes a little to check on you. He watches you clean the bowls and reorganize them back onto the bag he’d brought. You slowly start to turn to face him and Yoongi quickly shuts his eyes, solely relying on his other sense to figure out what’s happening.

“Oh? You must’ve fallen asleep huh?” Yoongi hears more rustling around. “Maybe you could still listen to me even during slumber…” You inhale deeply, “You know…Seokjin was always good with children.”

Yes. Of course, speaking of the spirit.

“Jinseo was one of his favorite students. Jinseo was actually really shy and quiet at first – yet for some inexplicable reason, Seokjin had successfully helped him to come out of his shell and the little boy has been brighter since. Seokjin was always so playful yet so gentle at the same time that whenever he’d visit our classes the children would go crazy over him.”

Well, that’s nice to hear, especially when he’d made a particularly bad first impression with the children earlier.

There’s momentary silence. Yoongi hears a sniff – and a shaky exhale afterwards.

“I miss him Yoongi.” Another sniff. “I miss him so much that it hurts every day. Everything reminds me of him.” The sound of your silent crying rings throughout his ears, yet he can't bring himself to get up and wipe them away, fearing it might cause you to stop pouring your heart out.

Mourning was part of healing. You’d feel lighter after crying. At least that’s what he’d learned from having lost his mother too.

At the same time, Yoongi feels his chest constrict at your words. While you pour your fears out to his sleeping form, he struggles with maintaining a stoic face to keep his act up. His empathy is fighting to register in his features, and when he can no longer hold it in, he turns his back to you, swallowing back his emotions that threaten to pour out after years of hiding.

“Jeonha, I can't seem to find any sign of him anywhere.”

Hoseok slowly and carefully gets back up from his crouching position, groaning in relief as he hears his joints cracking as he twists his torso from side to side. Yoongi does the same, shaking his legs one at a time to get rid of the numbness.

It’s been a few hours since they’ve arrived and Yoongi is getting more hopeless with every passing moment. They have searched everywhere for anything – any sign that he’s still alive.

He’d promised you he’d find your husband and bring him back. Even though you hadn’t exactly heard the silent vow of the southern king, he was a man of his word and he’ll be sure to do everything in his capacity to do it.

Yoongi couldn’t even find the reason why he was going to do it or why he should do it in the first place – whether it be for his own peace of mind, for your happiness, or for the future of the country.

He knew they’d left Seokjin that night and the chances that his fellow ruler was still alive was almost slim to none. He knows that trying to look for a clue and actually succeeding was going to be a long shot, especially when it has already been quite some time Yoongi had returned this morning to make sure but after hours of looking, the place was clean and empty, thus pushing down that gut feeling that maybe, just maybe, your husband was still alive.

Else he’d be forced to prolong his stay and resort to more meddling to protect you from harm.

They’ve already gone through this area, Yoongi thinks, recognizing the same stump he’d seen earlier. He settles himself on the tree remainder and picks up a fallen leaf. Just then, something glimmers from the ground and the curious king bends over once more, picking it up. It’s a bracelet.

Yoongi scoffs to himself: an even more shocking discovery. It’s not just any bracelet – it’s the kind of bracelet only royals can have. And if that isn’t the most astounding part of it yet, etched in the gold pendant is the emblem of the south.

Besides you, there could only be one other person who’d be wearing the same. If he’s still alive that is.

The man’s wife places a comforting hand on her husband’s shoulder, massaging them gently to ease the tension on his muscles. She’s never seen him his distraught since…since they left their previous home. Eunkyung is unsure how to give her husband the least solace, not when the circumstances only allow them to hope for the best.

For a moment, they stay like that, quiet and observant. In fact, they had been for almost a full moon, just watching the man they had taken into their home. The man had been looking for firewood that early morning, and he’d found this severely wounded man barely alive in the woods.

He’d carried the man on his back and hurried back home, his initial quest and the pains that came with old age completely forgotten. He had closed off one of his rooms reserved for his patients to tend to this not-so-stranger and had let his wife tend to his other patients while he carefully worked this man back to life for weeks.

“Do you think he will still wake?”

The man is unable to answer promptly as he tenderly takes the sick man’s hand in his and says a short prayer to his ancestors, as well as incorporating a lesson he’d learned back when he was still an apprentice – that human touch was an integral part of the art of medicinal healing.

The physician faces his wife and pulls her closer, likewise placing her hand on top of his and letting her join in his silent prayer. His thumb runs over the ring on the man’s finger, remembering a similar one of his own possession quite a few years back.

“He will. That is what I believe and that is what we are also praying for,” the man replies, checking the temperature of the cloth he’d laid on his patient’s forehead. It’s warm when he takes it, and he makes a mental note to cite this observation in his notes.

“Daesin,” Eunkyung calls, touching her husband’s now bare wrists, “your bracelet…where is it?”

The man sighs heavily, deflated as he rests his weight on his calves. “I…I don’t know, really. I must have lost it when I carried him home.”

It was the only thing reminding him of his past, of you, especially. Now it’s gone – but it really doesn’t matter anymore, not when something, or someone else rather had come into his life so easily. His patient was far more important than any bracelet that proved his previous rule over the southern city.

“I really hope he will get better soon.”

“He has to,” Daesin reiterates, hoping they’d eventually come true, “He has to get better because he’s my son-in-law.”

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For Science 4/7

Grouping: Reader x Nerd!Jungkook

Word Count: 9.6k (im sorry its so long!!)

Warnings/Themes: definitely probably nsfw but purposefully not that many again. drunk jungkook being angry and then clingy, idiot kook, making out? ANGST?? Hoseok being the slimiest being on the face of the earth, 

Summary: Jungkook asks you to let him watch you get off. For science.

A/N: I would like to thank @b-angst-tan for beta reading this series as it is so far. I also would like to tag @m-icdrop , @jiminslye & @ephemeral-mindset to let you know that i finally got my shit together and posted lmao. hopefully i didnt leave anyone out who wanted to be tagged. if i did im very sorry and if you want to be tagged for subsequent posts, just DM me and let me know :)

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 5, part 6, part 7

You wonder if maybe you should have chosen something more weather appropriate as the chill of the still early air nips at your stockinged ankles. It was a hard choice: The fleece-lined sweatpants with the dried tide pod stuck at the hip or something cute and feminine so you could play catch-up with whatever nice thing Yoori was wearing. The sight of Yoori in a slightly similar outfit of an elegant pea coat and demure pleated skirt convinces you that you made the right decision. But while your anxiety about picking the right clothes wanes, a sudden wave of exhaustion hits you. Normally you would be able to rest on a Saturday after 90 minutes of contorting yourself into endurance-testing positions, but today you had no time to untangle mentally—only physically—as you rushed through a shower to give yourself enough time to run to your apartment to grab a change of clothes.

Yoori looks up from her phone and sees you approaching her where she stands by a Starbuck’s storefront. A large grin splits her face, revealing a pair of adorable dimples on each cheek. You’re not expecting her to shove her phone into her coat pocket so she can run over to you and crush you in her arms.

“Hi, how are you!”

“Oh, uh, I’m good. How are you settling in?” Her grasp is fairly constricting , but you try not to appear shaken as you spit her hair out your mouth.

“I’m doing fine. I leased my apartment while I was away so, I’m still at the hotel until that contract ends. But that’s only for a few more weeks. After that I’ll move back in and really be at home. You smell lovely by the way. What scent is that?”

“Thanks,” you blink, “It’s just soap.”

“Mm, what kind of soap?”

“The dollar store kind.” She nods with a smile. “Um, where are we going?”

“Just to this little place up on Main Street. It’s called La Lune, have you heard of it?”

“Of course I have. They’re notorious for only ever being un-booked twice a year! And even then it’s just because they’re taking breaks so the owner can fly to her house in Paris.”

Yoori plays with the sleeve of her coat. “I suppose it does have a bit of a reputation. I must have just gotten lucky with their date book.”

“Don’t you need an appointment to get in?”

“Yes,” Yoori trails off.

“Will we be able to even get in? I-I didn’t call ahead to make a reservation since you said you’d take care of the plans for today.”

“They said they have an extra spot open for us today since they’re training a new technician.”

You don’t push because you know what they say about looking gift horses in the mouth. But you can’t help but wonder how you could have gotten so lucky on your first attempt to get seen at the nail shop. Any suspicion you have about Yoori’s methods of getting onto the appointment book evaporates when you step foot into the shop.

From looking at the pictures of the interior that you could find on Google images, you know that the design is based off of a bunch of spas that the owner herself went to during her many travels to Europe. All the décor is a novel twist of organic meets minimal with polished woods and metals and clean, sloping lines all existing harmoniously. You sit down in a plush chair in the waiting area while Yoori chats enthusiastically with the woman sitting behind the front desk. She does a little spin for her as they most likely talk about how much prettier she looks since the last time she came to the shop.

After confirming the appointment, Yoori makes her way over and sits next to you. She leans over the arm of her chair to peer over your shoulder at the vials of designer nail polish in your hands.

“Do you know what color you’re going to get?”

“Not yet. I usually just do black since it doesn’t clash and it doesn’t make my fingers look as stumpy”

“What are you talking about? Your hands are precious.” She reaches over to bring one up to inspect. “You have such a nice natural nailbed color. A nude would be perfect.”

“You don’t have to flatter me, I know what my hands are like. We can’t all have perfect OPI model hands, Yoori.”

She grins at your indirect compliment. “You think they’re perfect?”

“It doesn’t matter what I think. Some things are just objective facts.” She’s quiet for a bit, a small expression on her face as she looks at you carefully.

“I think this shade would look good on you”, she picks out a specific soft shade that highlights that mimics that pink tone of your nails. “Plus, its suitable for the winter and spring. So, you could wear it for a while.”

“It’s really pretty. Thanks.”

“I could buy it for you. If you like.”

“Oh, no, I couldn’t ask you to do that, you’re already doing so much for me today as is. I—“

“Too late.” She swipes the bottle out of your hand and gets up to go pay.

The guilt is too much for you to sit back and let it happen, so you launch yourself out of the chair and rush past her to the front desk, debit card out and ready.

“I’d like the buy the shade that Yoori has in her hand, please. Thank you.”

Her eyes are wide, but she doesn’t argue, and lets you buy the shade. You give her a pat on the arm and accept the tiny satin drawstring gift bag and try not to think about the chunk of money that just left your account.

You can only assume the rest of the nail appointment is nice but you can’t know for sure. You do know that you must have enjoyed yourself because you promptly fall asleep two minutes into the hot rock hand massage that comes with every booking. Yoori snapped a quick picture of your lax dreaming face and woke you up when the technician asked her what shape you wanted your nails. Leaving the salon finds you refreshed and with a beautiful manicure.

“Feeling hungry yet,” Yoori asks after she catches you staring wistfully at a random pedestrian with a bagel. “There’s still time for it to be brunch at the place I was talking about.”

“Yeah. It’s just too bad my nails are all nice now,” you joke. “Saturday mornings are for ribs at my house.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know. They don’t have ribs on their brunch menu, I don’t think. Do you want ribs? I can check and see if there are any barbecue places that are open for lunch.” She fumbles for her phone and types frantically like she didn’t just get a hundred-dollar manicure.

“Yoori, Yoori, hold on! I was just kidding. There’s no way in hell I’m messing these nails up. I’m almost considering just drinking water for lunch so I don’t have to use my hands.”

“Wow, you…really got me.” She lets out a breath of relief before side-eyeing you. “Are you sure you don’t want ribs?”

“Positive.”

“Good,” she chuckles.

The two of you make small talk about what brought each of you to engineering as you take walking directions from Yoori’s phone. The walk ends at a pretty looking place with a yet another French sounding name. It’s filled to the brim with fresh flowers, giving the air a sweet scent that has your mouth watering even more. You take a chance and allow Yoori to order for you, trying not to be suspicious of the strange cheese dish she orders as an appetizer.

“—And that’s how we met Tae. We didn’t meet Hoseok until about a month later when he spilled his drink on me in line for the comic book signing at the campus bookshop that one year.”

“I think I remember that day, actually,” Yoori blinks up as if sifting through the memory in mid-air.

“Oh! Did you go? I feel like I would have noticed another girl there. I think I could count all of us there on one hand.”

“No, I wasn’t there. I’m not a comic book person actually. I just remember seeing all the people coming back in cosplay. There was actually this one really beautiful green elf costume I saw on my way to class. There were lights woven into the fabric and everything—I almost took a photo.”

Your cheeks heat up and you duck your head to take a sip of your extremely expensive blood orange mimosa. “That was actually me.”

“Was it really? Did you make it yourself?”

“No—well, yeah, I did the bulk. But Jungkook helped me a lot and Tae helped me find the materials.”

“And Hoseok?”

“Hoseok scratched his ass and watched.”

“Wow, I can’t believe that was you. It’s like destiny. We must have been meant to meet,” she lays a hand next to yours. You can’t help but notice how well the color of her pastel nails goes with your nude.

“Yeah, I suppose so. But enough about me, I feel like I’ve just been blabbering on and on about my friends.”

“No, I love hearing about them. I always envy people with lots of stories to tell about their friends. I feel like I have to ask,” she trails off, a shy smile splitting her face. “What’s it like being the only girl in that friend group?”

“It’s…only mildly frustrating,” you say with a laugh as your food arrives. It smells wonderful and given the amount of truffle shavings, you��re glad you chose to come here on a day that you weren’t paying.

“How so?”

“I mean, you know how guys are and you know how STEM guys are. Add to that the fact that they aren’t getting laid and you have a very interesting strain of emotional constipation.” Yoori nods along understandingly. “And let’s not forget all the stupid questions they ask me since they can’t ask any other woman.”

“That sounds like it might be frustrating.” You chuckle at her diplomatic tone.

“I mean it is, but they’re nicer than most guys and they mean well.”

The sly smile appears again and she leans forward to create a bubble of privacy.

“Nothing more than platonic has ever happened between you and one of them?”

Thankfully, a waiter rushes by and bumps the table a little and you can use that as an excuse for suddenly choking on your food. You certainly weren’t expecting her to inquire about your sex life so early into the conversation, and the irony of the situation isn’t lost on you. Of course, the apple of Jungkook’s eye would ask you about which of your guy friends you’ve ever screwed around with.

You blot at your face with a cloth napkin. Luckily for you, the way you look when you’ve narrowly avoided asphyxiation and when you’re concealing guilt is very similar. “Oh my god, please. I’m trying to enjoy this food, not regurgitate it. But to answer your question, no. They’re not my type. They’re too…” you make some abstract gesture in the air with your fork and Yoori nods.

“What about Jungkook, then? Surely, he’s decent otherwise I’m sure you would have warned me by now.”

“No, he’s nice. He’s a little out of it sometimes, but that’s always been his thing, you know? But he’s really kind and warm and funny in his own way. Plus, he’s in love with you so I don’t think you have to worry about him doing the man-child thing too much.”

Yoori blushes and shifts in her seat, looking a little uncomfortable. “Yes, I figured as much.”

“Can I ask what took so long for you two to finally meet up? I just—I know he’s been contacting you for a while now.”

“It’s complicated,” she sighs.

“I can keep up.”

“You could say I’ve just always been very wary of the men in our department. They’re not your average guys, but they’re still men. They still want the same things from you. And,” she looks away from you to continue. “I wasn’t sure if Jungkook was that way as well. So, I kept my distance. This must seem pretty suspect to you. Especially since it happened after he got put on the department website. I’ve heard what some people have been saying.”

Your hands fly out to console her. “Oh my god, of course not. That makes total sense. You’re not obligated to entertain everyone who expresses interest in you. I get it.”

“Oh, gosh, I feel so bad.” She hangs her head in her hands and you watch helplessly as her hair nearly falls into her water glass. When you inquire why, she shakes her head with guilt. “Jungkook never outright expressed an interest in dating until a few weeks ago. All the times before that, he’d been a perfect gentleman via text. But it was the way he would stare at me in public with those…those moonpie eyes!”

“He does look like that sometimes. Especially with those glasses.” She points at you like you’ve hit the nail on the head.

After doing a cursory look around the restaurant to make sure no one around will be able to hear her confession, she elaborates. “It was just so obvious how he felt and I was so used to guys feigning wanting to be platonic friends only to corner me in the parking lot after what was supposed to be a friendly dinner out. I-I couldn’t trust him. But then I heard that you were friends with him and I decided I would give it a chance.”

“Why would you trust him just because of me?”

“I have my reasons. And I just figured if you were willing to be friends with him, he might not be so bad. Plus, my mom has been pestering me about getting married and I wanted to get her off my back.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re giving him a chance. It means the world to him and he can finally stop pining silently. When is your first date,” you ask neutrally. Although you know that as soon as you get a date, you’ll have to terminate your weekends with Jungkook.

“Oh well we haven’t really discussed anything like that. I think he might ask about it soon, though. I’ll keep you posted.” The little eye roll and laugh she lets out breaks the heavy mood and you try to steer the conversation in a lighter direction.

“Tell me about your friends, Yoori.”

“Me? Well, I probably don’t have as much to say as you do. Most of my friends have long since finished the program and I’ve been so busy with my dissertation that I just don’t have as much time as I used to for hanging out and stuff like that.”

“I thought you were friends with Sunyoung. The bio double major? Jungkook said you were pretty close.”

“Well, he’s right. At first, we were. She’s been really busy ever since she got engaged, so,” she trails off.

“To that Jaehyun guy, right? But, wait,” you drop your fork as the details fall into place. “Weren’t you guys all friends? And didn’t they get married like half a year ago?” Your heart breaks when you realize Yoori may have been alone for at least 6 months while working.

“I could tell I was making things difficult by third wheeling, so Sunyoung suggested I give them some space.”

You were pretty certain you saw Sunyoung and Jaehyun hanging out with a few of the other women in the engineering building on the regular when you went to print things for class using the department printer. Even with her indirect language, it’s pretty clear what happened between Yoori and her friend and you don’t push. Though you do feel bad for the animosity you felt towards her when she first introduced herself.

“Well, I’m glad we met. It’s nice to finally have a new girlfriend,” you say. She looks up at you with slightly dim eyes but perks up when you lace your fingers together briefly.

The smile she gives you is brilliant and infectious. “Me too. So much,” she says quietly.

When brunch ends, Yoori suggests continuing your stroll so you can walk off the post-food sleepiness. The weather is a bit brisk and there are unanswered texts from Jungkook on your phone, but you don’t say no and keep the notifications unread. Something about the fact that you’re in the shopping district with a pretty manicure and your pretty friend makes you feel good. Good in a way that you haven’t felt in a really long time.

You link arms and window shop for hours, though it doesn’t feel like it. She pulls you into store after store because she saw something that she thought would look ‘splendid’ on you. Somehow you manage to look past her imploring eyes and put the designer garments back on the rack, but not until after she’s made you try them on and spin around in them so she can sing your praises. While you browse each shop, you make comments about the other shoppers or the items that make her dissolve into giggles or make her cheeks flare up with a warm blush and a gaping, incredulous smile. By the time you finally part ways, you almost don’t want to get into the cab she’s called for you, but your feet are aching and the sun is starting to set. She blows you a theatrical air kiss and makes a surprisingly dorky ‘call me’ gesture with her hand that has you covering your face so she can’t see how hard you’re smiling. When you step out to face Jungkook’s building, the mood of the day’s outing lingers on you like a perfume. Or maybe it’s a halo. Either way, Jungkook notices something about you is slightly different when you finally arrive at his doorstep.

“Hey,” you greet him without looking and instead focus on getting your feet out of the little heeled booties you’d been wearing for so long.

“You changed?” His voice is muffled from where he lays with his cheek smushed into the sofa. The xbox controller in his hand dangles as he takes in your appearance. “When did you do that?”

“I went back to my house after yoga. I couldn’t go meet her in a rank t-shirt and the sweats that I slept in.”

When he doesn’t say anything, you turn to see why he’s so silent. One look at the handful of empty beer bottles sitting neatly by the floor by his feet lets you know what the deal is.

“You been drinking, Jeon?” Jungkook when he’s drunk is quite the handful, but the owlish way he blinks at everything when there’s liquor in his system is almost funny enough to make the rest of his drunk antics worth it.

“Yep,” he hiccups. He tries to shoot finger guns at you but almost ends up flipping you the bird.

It draws a string of giggles out of you. He squints and takes in your frizz free hair, your glowy skin, your nice blouse and skirt, the easy way you walk over to the couch to sit by him. His stare is tangible.

“What?”

“You’re really pretty,” he rasps and his hand reaches out without his permission to trace the swell of your cheek.

His comment takes you by surprise and you can only laugh awkwardly and lean out of his reach, unsure of what to do with such a blatant compliment.

“Wow, I spend one afternoon with Yoori and you’re calling me pretty? She must have rubbed off on me real good.” You take the controller out of his hands to un-pause the game of Zelda he was playing.

“S’not cause of her. ‘S cause you’re not hiding,” he mumbles before picking up the other controller that was laying off to the side. His comment doesn’t reach your ears which he’s secretly glad for. “You want a beer?”

“Sure.”

He reaches over the arm of the couch to fish out one of the leftover full bottles and hands it to you. He doesn’t say anything while he watches you chug half of it, meanwhile nudging the inside of his cheek with his tongue. A classic sulking Jungkook pose.

“Oh my god, what? Are you mad I got to spend the day with her and you didn’t?”

He blinks, surprised, when he realizes that he’s actually not mad about that. Rather he’s mad you spent so little of the precious Saturday with him, though it wasn’t clear at first. To think that he’s jealous of Yoori is funny enough to break him of his brief pouting session.

“Yeah,” he fibs, “but it’s fine.” He scoots clumsily nearer next to you. “You’re here now and there’s still the rest of the weekend.”

“That’s true. But I don’t want to play Zelda. Let’s do Mario Kart?”

“Loser each round has to take a shot and winner picks the next course?” He’s already stumbling his way back to the kitchen to pull the tequila bottle someone left in his fridge a while back and a pair of plastic shot glasses.

“Is there any other way?”

It takes three rounds, the first two of which are Rainbow Road, but you quickly catch up to him in terms of tipsiness level. Your whole body feels like its vibrating, and the tequila makes it seem like your blood is carbonated. Like you could float away at any moment. By a streak of luck and then redirecting to Bowser’s castle, you manage to get in the winning position. You’re on a roll and get cocky enough to start gloating, egging Jungkook’s underlying competitive nature on.

“Shit,” he curses under his breath as you cross the finish line 9 seconds before him. His stomach feels sloshy after four shots and the bottles of beer he downed earlier. You slam down his, now full, shot glass in front of him, spilling some of the clear liquid onto the table.

“That’s like, what, your fourth one? No, wait, it’s your fifth one. My bad.” You stick out your tongue as you perch next to him, pressing yourself to his back and reveling in the way he grimaces at the shot. “If I had known you would make the game so easy, I would have stayed out with Yoori.”

You’re so busy teasing him about his slow gaming reflexes that you don’t notice the way his smile twitches after he downs the drink. He moves uncharacteristically fast and all you can do is sit there as he tosses the tiny plastic cup to side and then turns to lunge at you. Your back hits the couch cushion with a soft thud and your breath leaves you in a whoosh. If it had just been him caging you into the couch because he was fed up with your taunting, it would be fine. But the moment his fingertips dig into your sides, you lose it and start thrashing.

Jungkook knows better than anyone else that you’re a wild tickling victim, all flailing knees and elbows. Truly a danger to anyone who dares to tickle you. But he’s still smart despite being five tequila shots and a few beers in and uses his bulk against you to keep your movement to a minimum. Perhaps it’s a little cruel to take it out on you, but he still can’t get over the selfish simmering of regret at not suggesting you ditch Yoori in favor of letting him spend the day wrapped up in you. He missed you, is what it really boils down to.

“No,” you cackle underneath him, “No, please! Jungkook this isn’t fair. Please!”

He merely flashes you his teeth in a mean grin and continues until your eyes are shimmering with unshed tears and you’ve stopped squirming so you can keep your bladder in check.

“Jungkook, please,” you beg softly in surrender, toes curling.

Maybe it’s the angle. Maybe it’s the pleading voice you’re using, maybe it’s the sparkly quality of your eyes, or the fact that you smell like lavender. The color, not the flower, he notes. Whatever it is, his eyes fall closed automatically and he leans in to slot his mouth over yours. It’s a slow kiss and even though his tongue swipes across the seam of your lips, it has a chaste feeling still. You wriggle your arms out from under his weight and push him off you slowly. Thoughts of Yoori float around in the back of your mind and you can’t turn them away without feeling awful.

“We can’t get into anything today,” you snap and smooth out your skirt. “I got my period while I was out.” You wince when the lie comes out, but you don’t know if there’s any other way to put enough distance between you so you can keep your head straight.

He watches you look around until you spot your overnight bag at the end of the room. “Are you leaving?” His tone bleeds annoyance and takes on a sharp edge.

“Yeah,” you say like it’s obvious. Because it kind of is and the longer you stay, the weaker your resolve gets. “We can’t fool around if I’m on the rag.”

“Just because we can’t fool around, doesn’t mean I want you to leave.” He’s thinks for a second. “Do you want to leave?”

“Well, if we don’t fool around, I should probably go. Otherwise, why the hell am I here?”

His frustration flares up once more and you’re surprised that he’s as upset as he is. “Because I want you to be? And because maybe you want to be here too? Is that so weird? You said yourself this wasn’t anything to make a big deal of.”

“It’s not. But—”

“Then why the hell are you leaving?” He rakes both hands through his hair until he looks frazzled and barks out a sarcastic laugh. You’ve never seen him so angry with you before and strangely your first instinct is to get angrier.

“As opposed to sticking around? To do what?”

“I don’t know. Anything? We could play Mario Kart until our eyes bleed. You could let me practice kissing you and feeling you up all night. Or we could just be silent and drink until we both pass out. I really don’t care just…tell me what you want. Just stay if you want to stay.”

Your cheeks warm at his blunt words, but you put your bag down. He lets out a sigh of relief when you don’t charge out the front door, but he tenses up again when you head out the living room and only relaxes finally when he hears the shower start up. After nearly half an hour, you emerge looking squeaky clean and a little guilty in sweats. He’s not sure what the cause of the guilt is, but he tries not push. You shuffle over to stand in front of him, the sheepish curve of your shoulders making you look tiny.

You hesitate for a second before planting a knee on either side of his thighs and seating yourself in his lap. Your arms come to wrap around the breadth of his shoulders and you rest your cheek on top of his head.

“How was your day,” you mumble into the strands of his shiny chestnut hair.

He preens silently at the affection that he didn’t realize he’d been craving all day and his arms mirror yours. They come up to snake around your waist as he reclines a bit and shifts so he can relax into the couch without jostling you. Out of all of the things you’ve started physically doing with Jungkook, cuddling with him like this might be his favorite thing to do. There’s something incredibly satisfying about getting to bury himself in your scent and softness.

“Fine. Got my work done, skyped with RealiCorp. Met Tae for lunch. Tried to call you to see if you wanted to do dinner with us, but I guess you were busy. How was your time with Yoori?”

“It was,” you sigh, looking for the right word. “It was really fun. Honestly, its really nice to talk with another girl for a change. I’m glad we were able to.” He hums sympathetically and squeezes you a little tighter. “She’s really nice. You’ll be good together,” you admit.

He tenses a bit and changes the topic.

“I could fall asleep like this.” It’s the truth. The way your fingers run through his hair and the warmth of your breasts pillowing his head make him drowsy. Though he can’t focus on it as much as he’d like or else he’ll ruin the mood with an awkward boner.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he says, shifting so he can smile into your t-shirt.

“You’re so…” you can’t get the words out so instead you hastily smack a loud kiss onto his cheek.

It shocks both of you, but he doesn’t look put off. Instead, he merely adjusts his glasses, which you jostled with the force of your kiss. The gesture is so characteristically him that the floodgates open and you keep planting kisses on his face until he laughs and starts trying to catch your mouth with his own. He manages one or two cheeky kisses on your lips, but you swerve around enough to keep things PG. He huffs and keeps trying, one of his hands coming up to grab at your arm and keep you still. He leans forward, forcing you to lean back in his lap until you can’t anymore without risk of falling. When you clutch at his shoulders to maintain your balance, you’re right where he wants you.

Your eyes are squeezed shut as he brushes his nose against yours. It’s cute, he thinks. By now he knows in theory how you feel about period sex, but where’s the harm in kissing?

“Why are you being so shy? I just wanna kiss you,” he scoffs while attempting to nip at your bottom lip.

“Just kissing?” You open your eyes cautiously, lids at half-mast. He nods hurriedly, fingers drumming an impatient beat on the small of your back.

“O-Okay.” You barely get the word out before he’s swooping in with a low contented sound.

Making out just for the sake of making out reminds you of your time with your first boyfriend, the summer before college started. Only this is so much better because it’s Jungkook and because there’s no race to sex like there was when you were 18. Every press of lips is a deliberate choice and when you finally come up for air, somehow, you’re horizontal and are regretting the lie you told terribly.

He pulls away with a kiss-swollen pout and checks the time. When it’s an appropriate hour for bed and he suggests you both retire to the bedroom to watch TV before bed. You’re a little wary at first, but he’s a gentleman and doesn’t do anything untoward. He even lets you take control of his laptop and the HDMI cord while he writes continuously in his journal. You try to peer over at what he’s writing once you recognize it as his sex journal, but he pins you with such an offended look that you can only turn around feeling properly scolded without having actually been verbally addressed. You don’t think too much of the fact that he’s writing in it despite the fact that you haven’t done much in the amorous realm and he wrote on and off the entire day yesterday.

Even after you’ve watched three episodes of Elementary, he’s still writing. You unplug the computer and turn to look at him in his pretzel legged position. Every so often he’ll look over at you and then return to frantically writing in his journal. You try to engage him in an unspoken staring contest, but your eyelids drop closed and prevent you from winning. Only once it becomes clear that you’re trying to sleep does he wedge his journal underneath his half of the mattress and turn off the lights.

Passing through the weekend and into the next week doesn’t suddenly bring things back to normal. Instead it feels as though you’ve entered the twilight zone.

You and Yoori text on and off all of Sunday and into Monday to compare schedules and see when you can meet up for some quality girl time. This means that Yoori has started to come meet you outside your lecture halls when your classes end to walk to the library together and you arrive at your agreed meeting spots with her preferred coffee order. Your nails are holding up amazingly and you tell her so constantly while she smiles at how excited you are at something she often takes for granted.

Yoori suggested you have your your study sessions in the corner of the library coffee shop because the picture window shows all the light snow you’ve been getting and provides a nice form of visual ambiance to work to. Sometimes the guys attempt to crash the sessions. Often times you have to shoo them away by letting them take your ID card to stock up on hot chocolates with extra whip from the front counter. Your funds are depleting at an alarming rate, but it’s better to have the uninterrupted time with your first girl friend in a long time so you can get to know her better.

“So, are you going home during winter break,” you ask one day while typing away at the results section of a lab report. Yoori sits across from you in an oversized cashmere sweater you wish you could pull of half as well as she does. She’s been working silently for nearly an hour and you know she won’t take a break unless you distract her from the work.

At the sound of your voice, her head pops up instantly, her loose bun spilling out of its structure with the movement and cascading down her back. A freshman walking by the table nearly slams into a door trying to keep looking back at the same time. She closes her laptop, completely unaware of her effect on the people in the surrounding area.

“Yeah, I am. I haven’t in the past few years but my grandparents are coming from the countryside, so I should probably go this time.”

“Oh, that’s nice of you. I’m sure they’d all like to see you.”

“Are you going?”

“No,” you give a bittersweet smile as you play with the damp stirring stick next to your drink. “My family lives too far away for me to be able to go home and make the plane ride worth it. I’ll probably see them in the summer, though.”

“Won’t you be lonely? Do you want to come home with me?” Her brow furrows in sympathy and she reaches out to rub at your arm.

“No, that’s okay, I’ll be fine. It’s not my first rodeo, you know. Plus usually some, if not all, of the guys stick around since they live nearby but still want a break from their families during the day. But thank you though.”

“Okay, well there’s still time if you want to change your mind.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. Are you almost done?”

“Almost. I’m waiting on my VASP energies to come in and then I can update my poster and I’ll be all set.”

“VASP? Since when do you do chemistry,” you get up to peer at her computer screen.

Yoori pats the open seat next to her and let her explain the very quick favor she’s doing with a professor she’s been in contact with since undergrad when she thought she would be pre-health.

“—So basically, now she’s just waiting to evaluate grain boundary energies to see if the electrolytes we’re using actually have the right structure to make a difference in hydrogen atom velocities. And I’m just here to help with some minor calculations.”

“Oh, that makes sense.”

A small ping from your phone alerts you of an incoming text from ~JK~.

Is Yoori with you?

“Um, I think Jungkook is trying to reach you.”

“Oh! I keep my phone on silent during the day,” she explains and hurriedly switches on the volume before opening whatever texts he must have sent her before he texted you.

“Really?”

“I have yours set on urgent, though.”

You grin. “And why’s that?”

“Because! What if you send me another meme about neural networks? I can’t just let it rot away in my inbox.”

“No one appreciates my memes like you do.”

“Aren’t I great?”

“So great,” you admit with clenched eyes and fists for dramatic feeling.

“I wish I didn’t have to go. I’m enjoying you complimenting me.”

“Oh. Are you headed somewhere?”

“Unfortunately, yes. The energy files just arrived and I’m about to finish entering them. I think Jungkook wants to meet up to discuss things, so I’m just going to pack up now and meet him at the dining commons before the dinner rush kicks in. I’ll text you later.”

“Okay, sure.”

After Yoori packs up to leave, you consider texting Jungkook to ask what he plans on discussing with her, but it feels so clingy and invasive that you’re ashamed of yourself and force yourself to dive into work. The lab report is nearly done, but there are a few articles you could read to get further ahead in your classes. It takes a long while, and you work through the usual dinner time to do it, but you manage to finish thanks to having turned your phone off as soon as Yoori left.

When you turn it back on there are a few recent messages from Taehyung and Hoseok inquiring about late night munchies plans. You figure eating with them is better than eating soup alone in the middle of the nearby convenience store. And better than ignoring the messages in favor of going home early to have pity sleep for dinner. You text them back saying that you’ll meet them in 10 and pack your things up.

You arrive at the smoothie place feeling haggard and not ready to balance Taehyung’s energy and Hoseok’s chaotic existence. The bright side is that there is a medium chocolate shake sitting in the empty seat at the tiny high table they’ve managed to save. You greet them with a tired smile and immediately suck down the drink, reveling in the way the chocolate is already lifting your spirits a bit.

“You look like shit,” Hoseok greets you. Taehyung slaps his arm, but turns to you with concerned eyes.

“Are you sleeping?”

“Why are you guys acting like you don’t see me passed out throughout random parts of the day 80% of the time?”

“Because you don’t look like you do,” Hoseok quips. At your blank stare, he goes back to innocently sipping his guava juice. “Just looking out for you, buddy.”

“Yeah, well I slept all of this weekend, thank you very much. What about you guys? You get up to trouble at the Dairy Queen again? Is that why we’re here this time?”

Tae nods somberly. “Hobi put lit firecrackers in their dumpsters again. But this time he almost caused their elderly delivery guy to go into cardiac arrest.”

“Something is wrong with you.” Hoseok merely winks at you in response.

“The worst part is that I didn’t even have anything to do with it, but they still wouldn’t let me in, even when it was just me and Kook,” Taehyung whines.

Hoseok snorts. “Ok, that’s on you. You were my accomplice even though you technically didn’t touch the fireworks but people remember your face better than they do mine. Should have waited at least a week before trying to go back in there.”

“Wait, this was all in one weekend?”

“Yeah,” Tae reaches over and dips a fry into your cup. “The fireworks were Friday, after game night. And then we tried to go in on Saturday, but they wouldn’t let us in. We tried calling you and everything.”

“You’re mad at me now? It’s not like I could have helped you.”

“Yeah, you could have,” Hoseok corrects, gesturing to your general chest area. “You’ve got the tits for that sort of thing.”

“Why are we friends,” you ask him with a soulless smile.

“Because you won’t let me motorboat you.” His response is immediate and just as dry. It spooks you a little.

“Well, I’m gonna go. I would say it’s been fun, but it hasn’t.”

“Wait!” Taehyung scrambles out of his chair and helps you back into yours. “You can’t leave. Jungkook might be done soon and said he’ll try and meet up with us. It’ll be the first time we’ve all been out together in such a long time.”

“We literally saw her on Friday,” Hoseok groans and tosses his head back in what looks like a mini tantrum. You roll your eyes.

“That was at Kook’s house, that’s not ‘out’. It doesn’t count.” Taehyung turns to plead with you, eyes big and starry, with a comical pout on his face. “Please stay? For me? Ignore him. I do.”

“Hey!”

“Fine,” you sigh before shaking your empty cup. “But I need another one of these. And Hobi is buying.”

“Like hell I am.”

“Do I have to remind you that if it weren’t for you and your whipped cream fixation, I wouldn’t be in the red for dining dollars and I might be able to afford my own drinks from time to time? You owe me, Jung.” You try to poke his sternum menacingly, but he moves to snap his teeth at your finger and you quickly pull back with a shriek. He agrees, though its reluctantly at best.

While Hoseok waits in the line to order your refill, Taehyung scoots his chair closer to yours. Carefully, he attempts conversation.

“How are you holding up?”

“With what, work? It’s the same as always. Tedious.”

“No, I mean with…Did Kook not tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

“That he planned to officially ask Yoori out tonight,” his voice is quiet and uncertain.

“Oh. No, he didn’t tell me. But, it’s not like its our right to know. He’s an adult. H-how did you find out, though?”

“He told me.”

“And me,” Hoseok says as he sets down the second milkshake in front of you.

“I see.”

You start drinking on autopilot, too busy thinking about why Jungkook wouldn’t tell you such big news despite your being his best friend. You figure maybe he found out about your big fat crush on him and decided he’d rather tiptoe around you than have to let you down gently. Or maybe he just didn’t care enough about you enough to tell you these things now that Yoori was in the picture. What’s good is that the latter thought doesn’t make any resentment towards Yoori rise in your stomach. Instead you just want to curl up in a ball and wonder you did in your past life to deserve such a horrendous love life. Or, you suppose, lack thereof.

“He just shared his location. I think he’s on the way,” Taehyung tentatively disrupts you from zoning out any further.

If you hurried, you could probably take the campus shuttle home and be on your way home before Jungkook arrives, but part of you wants to see how he’ll explain his decision to you. You decide to stay because you don’t want to be anything less than supportive of his new relationship though it’s kind of crushing you in the process.

“Tell him to hurry up, then. You know what happens when I drink cold things,” your voice is light and a little bouncier than is appropriate and you know Taehyung knows what’s going on in your head. But Hoseok doesn’t and you don’t want him to.

Jungkook arrives 10 minutes later with Yoori in tow. She looks sheepish until she sees you sitting at the table and her dimples make an appearance. She runs ahead of Jungkook to envelope you in a hug. You’re still working on the physical boundaries of your friendship given that you’re not a huge fan of suffocation. Still, you pat her arm and let her get her fill before pulling back and offering up half of your chair. She gratefully accepts it and links arms with you immediately after settling down. Everyone scoots closer to open up more space and Jungkook pulls up a seat as well.

“It’s good to see you both, again,” Yoori chirps politely. Hoseok melts at the sound of her voice and beams at her. It’s gross.

“We’re good. It’s nice to see you so often now.” Taehyung chances a look at you. The initial shock of watching you and Yoori become fast friends apparently still hasn’t worn off. You don’t blame him but he’s so obvious about it.

“It is, isn’t it? You guys are just so fun to be around.”

“We like hanging out with you too, Yoori.” Hoseok’s voice climbs almost half an octave trying to sound so abnormally accommodating. Everyone else tries to contain their laughter. “You know, you still haven’t come visit me at the dance studio. I’m starting to get hurt feelings.”

“W-well, it’s just that I’ve been so busy and I still haven’t figured out a gap in my schedule when I can properly come see you. I’m very sorry,” she squeezes your arm unconsciously as she bows her head a little to him in apology. Your pulse picks up sympathetically for her.

“Hobi, if she wanted to see you do sweaty body rolls in an empty room, don’t you think she would have done it already?” When his smile twitches at your comment you add a quick, “I’m only trying to be realistic. I’m looking out for you, buddy.”

Yoori hisses your name in your ear, but you can tell that she’s trying not to smile at your sharp wit from her tone of voice.

“Anyway,” Hoseok starts up again, “Yoori, don’t you and Jungkookie have some good news to tell us all?”

Yoori’s cheeks redden at the sudden shift in topic and she looks to Jungkook for help. His face is similarly pink with embarrassment, but he still clears his throat like he’s about to make a toast.

“It’s not a big deal. I just wanted to say that I can’t do game night this Friday since I’ll be having dinner with Yoori in town.”

“You’re all welcome to join us, if you like,” she quickly amends. Your eyes widen and you swoop in to help Jungkook save face. You know it probably took him a lot to muster the courage to ask her out in the first place and if you don’t do anything, you know Hoseok will gladly wriggle his way in and ruin the date.

“Oh, we couldn’t possibly intrude on your dinner. But, thank you, for the offer. Right Tae? Right, Hobi?” Hoseok sulks but wordlessly agrees to stay out of their date.

“Yeah,” Taehyung jumps in to help you. “We’ll just have the game night at my place. I want to play cards anyway, instead of console games this time around.”

Everyone nods until the awkward air dissipates and all that’s left is the background noise of the diner and the sound of people finishing their drinks. The cold from your shakes starts to seep into your bones and you decide to use this as your exit ticket.

“Hey, sorry to ruin the fun, but I’m freezing and I didn’t bring a real jacket, so I think I’m gonna head home. You guys have fun without me, though.”

“You can just wear my sweater,” Jungkook pipes up and begins to pull the thick, woolen pullover he was wearing over his head. But you hold your hand up to stop him as you get down from your stool and collect your trash.

“No, Kook, you’re fine. I’m just gonna use the cold as motivation to get to the bus quicker. Have a good night, everyone.”

“It’s colder out there. At least take his sweater,” Yoori calls out to you. “For me,” she adds when you look like you’re thinking about it.

“Fine,” you huff as you take the sweater from Jungkook. You slide it on in front of everyone so they can have their worries assuaged. It’s still toasty from his leftover body heat and smells like his laundry detergent. He might not get it back for a while. “See? I’ll definitely be fine now.”

“Why don’t I go with you? I’ve still got a robotics assignment I have to work on. Plus, we can split cab fare instead of waiting for the bus.” Tae shrugs on his own coat and goes to stand by you.

“Okay.” You ignore his probing look until you finish waving to everyone and leave the restaurant.

Taehyung shoves his hands in his pockets as you request a ride home through an app on your phone. The silence is companionable, but the waves of pity and sympathy rolling off Taehyung are damn near palpable and you’re about to burst if you don’t address it.

“Just say what you’re thinking. I can practically hear it anyway.”

“You sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine. I’m not 12. I’m not going to be devastated just because they’re going out on one date.”

“Yeah, but,” Taehyung hesitates for a bit, trying to cushion the blow, “You know it’s just a matter of time before they become official, right?”

“I know that too,” you wince when your voice cracks a little.

“If you ever need anything, you know we’re here for you.” You raise an incredulous eyebrow at the implication that Hosoek would do anything less than laugh in your face if you came to him looking for comfort. “Well, I am, at least.”

“I know, Tae. Thank you.” You let him wrap you in a one-armed hug, but don’t let him pull away so you can steal his warmth as you wait for your car to arrive.

Yoori’s apartment is nicer than anything you’ve ever seen. So much so that you have a hard time believing that you even live in the same town. It’s technically not your first time visiting her building and you’ve called many a late night cab from her plush lobby. You’ve even started to make small talk with her doorman since you’re there so often. But something was keeping you from coming up and visiting her actual apartment. All the times you’d hung out off campus had been at your place or at Jungkook’s place. There had been a lull in all that since Jungkook announced that they’d be going on a date only a few days prior.

After that fateful day, it was hard to act like there hadn’t been subtle changes in the way people were acting. Jungkook was suddenly super busy or always at the gym and couldn’t ever pick up your calls. And when he did return them it was only when you were dead asleep and couldn’t pick up your phone. For that, you were actually kind of grateful because you were certain that the next time you saw him on your own, he would try to break it to you that he couldn’t return your affections and that you could no longer be friends.

Taehyung and Hoseok, on the other hand, were still somewhat normal, but Hoseok was too excited about Yoori’s unofficial entry into the friend group and Taehyung kept soft-touching you like he could take up your pain through osmosis. Yoori was the only one who hadn’t suddenly turned weird and it was only because she wasn’t aware of the chaos floating around you all.

When she’d asked you to come shopping with her on the high street, you had a hunch that it was so she could get some new outfits for the many date nights with Jungkook ahead. You didn’t expect her to try and rope you into buying things as well, though you managed to get out it by truthfully explaining to her that Taehyung and Hoseok were still using your student ID like it was a credit card in someone else’s name and you had to be frugal as a result. But just when you thought you were in the clear as you approached her building, she invited you up to help her style the stuff she bought and stick around for dinner. To keep from having to explain yourself, you said yes.

But you instantly regretted it as you stood in the middle of her chicly decorated bedroom with picture windows and realized that despite the fact that you were extremely fond of Yoori, there was still a very small part of you that wished you had her life. It felt juvenile and reminded you that even after you stopped being a teenager you still had a ton of self-esteem issues left to address. The sooner you finished helping her with her outfits, the sooner you could maybe curl up on her couch and down the bottle of wine you bought while you were shopping earlier.

“I don’t think I like this one as much now that we’re not in the store anymore.” Yoori frowns at her reflection from inside the walk-in closet. The fact that she had a walk-in closet did not surprise you, but your mouth still dropped open when you the little seating area and the full-length panel of mirrors inside of it.

You finish picking out an alternative and then call out to her. “Come out and let me see it?”

She emerges in a short and slinky dress that would be perfect if it weren’t for the way it slouched at the neckline. It seemed intentional in the store with the way the salesman was pushing hard for her to buy it, but now it looked oddly frumpy.

“I think I see what you mean. Turn?” She obeys and turns gracefully, the skirt flaring out around her hips. “Why don’t you try these? They’d look amazing with that red blouse you wore when we went to the movies that one time.” You hand her some satiny trousers that she picked up on a whim but ended up really liking. If she paired them with red, Jungkook’s favorite color, he’d eat his heart out.

“You’re right, I think this is the one,” Yoori smiles widely at you and comes out with two pairs of shoes in her hand. Silently you point to the pair that would go better with the outfit, the ones with a subtle gold traces etched into the stiletto heel.

“If you want, you can wear your hair in a ponytail. Show off your neck, he’ll like it.”

“Really?” She laughs, slightly bashful. “Is he a neck guy?”

“For you? He’s a neck guy, hand guy, lips guy, ass guy. You name it.” As soon as Yoori hangs up her outfit for the date and puts it on her closet door, you flop face first into her bed, exhausted in so many ways.

“Why do you know so much about his, um, preferences? Is he vocal about that sort of thing?”

“Unfortunately, yes,” your voice is muffled by her bedspread.

“And are you not vocal about that sort of thing, then?”

Luckily she can’t see your face as you roll the question around in your head. You’re no prude and if it weren’t for the unfortunate series of events that is your life, you would love nothing more than to swap sex stories with Yoori as a form of bonding. But given that you can’t and you don’t really want to end up having to listen to her talk about sex with him when it comes, you decide one more white lie won’t hurt.

“I’m just a really private person, so I don’t really do that.”

“Good to know,” she chuckles and you miss the disappointed look on her face when she realizes she won’t be able to share with you. Although, it would make sense that you wouldn’t want to hear her talk about your childhood best friend like that. “What do you want for dinner?”

“Sleep.”

“Are you tired? How about we take a rain check and think about it again in a few hours? I’m gonna go come up with some slides for my coding class, but you’re welcome to nap in here and I’ll wake you up before it gets too late.”

“That…sounds great. Thanks, Yoori.”

“No problem.”

You wait until she closes her bedroom door and you’re certain you’re alone. When the sound of the soft music that she plays when she works drifts through the speakers in her living room, you crawl up to the head of the bed, get under the covers, and cry into the pillow. The sleep that follows is amazing though and you think it’s half because your body was running on fumes and half because Yoori has the best mattress you’ve ever slept on.

[softyoongiionly]

H, U and W for the ask game. Love the fact that you write Yoon as the soft boy that he is. Keep up the good work!! 😊

H. How would you describe your style?

Soooo I’m not totally sure what my writing style is. I think since I mainly write in 2nd person, I just want to make sure the reader is able to immerse themselves into the story, which is why I give very vague descriptions of their physical appearance. I want you guys to find (even a little bit) of happiness in what I write so, I try to ensure that the content leaves an overall positive effect on the reader.

 U. Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

This is so hard as there are literally so many amazing people on this site, like its honestly incredible.

I’ll include three but, I could have included at least a dozen other amazing authors

***All of these authors write mature content. Please be advised when visiting their blogs***

1. Caro or @submissive-bangtan (18+)

As if I don’t gush about her enough on this blog lmao. Caro is such an incredibly kind person, I can honestly say she was one of my first friends on this platform. She is always encouraging to her followers/mutuals and seems to handle everything with an untouchable amount of poise. HER WRITING IS SO BEAUTIFUL???? Like she has such a way with words and, pays tribute to the little things in her fics which in turn makes them that much more incredible.  Her writing style is so unique and, has left an impression on me as a new author. She’s also the first sub! BTS writer I’ve ever discovered and, upon finding her blog, I was compelled to start my own

I highly recommend Snow Drop and her entire reactions masterlist (both links can be found here)

Snow Drop

Masterlist

2. Iris or @dark-muse-iris (18+)

I think it goes without saying that Iris has left her mark on the fanfiction community so, I’m sure I’m not alone in saying this but WOW. Her work is beautiful. The way she articulates the emotions of her characters is so powerful?? Does that even make sense? Probably not but, that’s how she makes me feel. When I read her work, I can tell how much she cares about what she’s writing. It’s so apparent. There is nothing on her masterlist that I haven’t enjoyed reading and, there are many things that I have read over and over again.

With that being said though, I strongly recommend her Working Man Bangtan Series (especially Seaside Sabbatical, which is immaculate) and her Call Me Mistress Series. Oh and Daisies and Dinosaurs!

Working Man Bangtan

Call Me Mistress

Masterlist

 3. Jordan or @floralseokjin  (18+)

Another incredible author. Jordan literally blows me away. Her dialogue is so believable and natural? It always puts me right there in the situation with the characters and, keeps me wondering what’s going to happen next. She was one of the first authors I discovered when I first started reading BTS fanfiction and, she has delivered absolutely incredible content ever since. Also, she’s a fellow lover of The 1975 so, she’s already amazing just for that lol

I would recommend aquiver WHICH MADE ME WANT TO CRY AND MELT ALL AT THE SAME TIME!

And Sleepy, which sparked my love for sleepy boyfriend Jungkook, a love that has yet to fade with time.

Aquiver

Sleepy

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W. Do you like more general prompts, or more specific ones?

When doing requests, I prefer specific prompts however, when free-writing, I like finding a vague idea or even one line of dialogue that I find intriguing.

Thank you so much for your questions! I’m glad you appreciate me spreading the soft yoongi agenda! Love you anon!

If you’d like to ask more questions click here x

[ferrethyun]

BTS x Male! Reader Headcanons  (Mythology series)

Okay so these headcanons are based off of my moodboards I started about 3 days ago! Swing over to my masterlist to find them 

Genre: General

Au: Non-idol, Mythology au

Warnings: none?

Ghost! Reader/Back story:

Okay! So! The reader is a ghost.

The best way I can explain this mythology series is that people are born into normal families but in very rare cases there’s genetic mutations from centuries back that are specific to culture that can occur in one person per generation Some are very generic mutations and some are very rare.

These mutations are known as mythology mutations and can skip several generations before they occur.

In this case the mutation that had occurred in M/n was the ghost mutation.

His family never had a mutation happen in the past five generations. So m/n was a god send.

His family were highly accepting of this and thanks to the plethora of information on the internet, due to the commonness of his mutation, were able to adapt.

Some of his abilities are: Going through walls, becoming invisible and possessing objects.

Unfortunately, having the mutation also affected m/ns appearance.

He was completely opaque at birth but as he got older he became more and more transparent. 

The process slowed once he became a legal adult thankfully. 

When he was 18, M/ns grandparents died but in their will was their wish to leave their mansion to who ever had a mythology mutation in their family.

So M/n became the owner of their mansion and moved out of his family home at 19 and into the mansion.

However, he became less and less willing to leave the home and so he began to not care for himself.

This caused him to lose control of his abilities and so he became completely invisible.

He stayed in this state for 3 years and due to the thought of the public believing that the mansion was completely empty, it went up for sale.

(You can see where this is going-)

Obviously, Bts, a group of 7 mythology mutation inclined boys, bought the mansion.

When they moved in, M/n was in shock. So much so that he lost invisibility in front of them and freaked everyone out.

With a lot of screaming, debates on who owned the mansion and phone calls to the housing company later.  They finally settled on living together.

And that’s where this begins...

Naga! Namjoon:

Namjoon is a naga. A.k.a He’s a snake. 

Literally.

He has a room on the main floor of the mansion and at the back where the garden and library are.

His room is far away from Jungkooks due to fire and grass not mixing too well....

He works in the botanical gardens on the outskirts of the city and wouldn’t change it for anything.

He also studies natural science at the university and is in his last year.

He maintains the garden when he can and it’s very pretty. It’s his treasure. 

Also he’s hella smart-

Willingly will educate you on whatever you want.

Sometimes talks in riddles and drags out his ‘s’s...

He get’s along well with M/n mainly because he was the one who was able to convince him that it was a good idea to have all 7 of them living in the house.

I mean... He did it somehow?

Is a voice of reason in the group. 

He can de-escalate an argument really quickly and thank god for that because this mix of mythologies can be dangerous.

His abilities: He can take the form of a snake, move incredibly fast and detect changes in heat drastically better than someone else.

Appearance wise there’s not much; He has a few scale patches across his body and his pupils are slits. Nothing too much.

One thing the members cannot stand is when he does the thing when he opens his mouth much wider than a normal person can. Freaks everyone out.

Vampire! Jin:

Vampire Jin. Explains his never ending beauty.

Vampires do not live forever in this au but they can live significantly longer than a normal person. 

Most like to play up the fiction that they can live forever though...

Jin’s room is in the basement with Jimin’s but they’re on complete opposite sides of the basement. 

He chose the basement so that he doesn’t have to bother with the light of day while he tries to sleep.

He’s adapted his sleep schedule so that he’s up in the early evening and asleep at around five or six am.

He’s more than willing to help make dinner before he goes out to work.

Surprise! Jin owns a night club!

It’s his pride and joy because he’s spent so long making it perfect.

He did go to university but that was a long time ago...

He studied acting if you’re wondering.

He likes to go to the local feeding bank for vampires and personally pick out what he’s drinking.

He hates drinking directly from people; he says it makes him feel like a monster.

He and M/n have an interesting relationship due to Jin being able to feel M/n before he sees him; then turns out M/n is invisible right next to him.

They get along none the less.

His abilities: Night-vision, moving at ridiculous speeds and seduction with touch.

He never likes using seduction do to anything however-

Appearance wise there’s not much going on; he’s a little paler than everyone else and has fangs and very amber eyes. He’s also cold to touch.

Everyone respects him due to his knowledge of the past..

This doesn’t stop Jungkook from being a little shit at times though.

Siren! Yoongi:

Instead of Hong Kong, his tongue will take you to your potential death,,,

His room is on the main floor with Namjoon but is on the opposite side and is at the side of the house.

He’s located far from Jungkook due to his room needing to be many degrees colder than the younger’s.

((I feel like I’m ostracising kook :( ))

He works for a music company in the city as a producer and has permission to work from home on rainy days due to his mutation.

His abilities: Siren body and luring with voice.

The siren body thing he can’t really control due to if he gets wet it kinda just happens.

Appearance wise its not much once again. His body has this wet sheen to it and he has a few scales here and there. He also has a second film-esk layer to his eves to be able to see in salt water; he’s also very cold to touch.

He and Jungkook can rarely touch each other, or at least have to be careful when doing so. If their skin directly touches, steam occurs and Yoongi’s skin dries out some. Not good.

He and M/n get on due to the similarities in living styles. Both rooms have to be several degrees cooler than most and both are cold to touch.

Yoongi has to have a separate bathroom due to the involuntary siren body thing when he washes himself.

He originally never wanted to get involved in music due to the voice that he can use to lure people but he couldn’t keep himself from music.

However he’s still uncomfortable talking to strangers and so it took a while for him to talk to M/n.

He also avoids arguments as much as possible due to the potential loss of control over his abilities

Summer elf! Hoseok:

A god send for keeping the group together.

Room wise; he shares the top most room with Taehyung but it’s a large space and their ‘rooms’ are sectioned off by curtains.

They share the top floor because of the massive skylight that allows for both of them to be happy.

His ‘room’ is full of flowers?? This boy loves his flowers.

Ability wise there’s not much to him: He can form wings to fly and grow plants.

Appearance wise is exciting: He has elf ears (Y’all know what i’m talking about) and he literally glows.

He g l o w s.

A yellow ring of light guys.

As I said before; he keeps the group together.

He is not effected by anyone’s mutation in anyway so he easily holds the group together when all 7 + M/n are in one place.

If someone needs to place them self away from the group to cool off or something of the sorts. Hobi will go with them and make sure they don’t feel left out.

As I said. A god send.

Hobi has A degree in dance and has a studio in the city where he usually teaches kids and occasionally teaches adults.

He loves it. The studio is bright due to the skylights and has plants where ever he can get them without getting in the way when they dance.

He gets along with everyone, so obviously he gets along with M/n.

He’s always there to comfort and help if he loses control of his abilities.

He does the same for the other members of course.

Also, he cares for the garden when Namjoon can’t. Like, he’ll care for it for a few days and suddenly there’s 5 new plant species blooming and about 7 new fruit and veg growing and a new tree.

He also created dances that go along to random beats that Yoongi creates.

We love a supportive king

Demon! Jimin:

A little promiscuous shit.

His room is in the basement with Jin as I’ve mentioned but it’s on the other side due to how protective he gets of his space. And the amount of noise he makes when he brings people home.

Furthest room from Taehyung due to their mythologies being complete opposites; doesn’t stop them from being friends though.

His abilities: Seduction without touch, emotional control, control of minor appearance and his demon form.

Appearance wise he can choose what he looks like. He prefers to look normal when he’s out in society during they day (e.g he has no horns and normal eyes). When he’s at home or in the club he likes to have his horns out and his natural red eyes out.

He’s fervently bisexual and is openly feminine. He goes around wearing heels usually due to the feeling of power they give him.

He’s also very openly sexual.

He rarely uses his abilities to seduce someone but when he does...

The whole household disproves and he’s banished to his room for a while and is not allowed to go out for a few nights.

No one’s against him being overtly sexual and having may sexual partners it’s just no one in the mansion really likes using their powers to get their way.

Anyways! Jimin goes to university as well and is doing a psychology course! A mythological based psychology course.

He get’s along with everyone by implementing dirty humour into the conversation.

However he views his and M/ns relationship differently.

Jimin is severely insecure and opens up to M/n only. He doesn’t know why but it helps.

Have it be known that he refuses to get with anyone in the mansion. He simply doesn’t feel comfortable being that close to someone and having a one time thing and then having to see them after.

Angel! Taehyung:

A Prince. Well an angel that looks like a prince

As I’ve said; he’s on the top most floor with Hobi due to the skylight. 

Tae likes it because he likes being closer to heaven in a way.

((I hope that doesn’t sound morbid))

As I’ve said again, he’s furthest from Jimin due to their mythologies not mixing well.

Abilities wise: He can spawn wings and fly with them and he has increased strength and empathy.

Appearance wise he looks like an actual prince; he glows. If you look carefully you can see a faint halo above his head and he has the scars where his wings spawn from.

Tae doesn’t enjoy spawning his wings as it’s an incredibly painful process and takes quite some time due to the fact his wings are massive.

Tae goes to university and he studies human psychology. He’s usually in the same building as Jimin but never the same class.

He aims to use his abilities to help people who are struggling though tough times.

He’s similar to Hobi in a way that he helps hold the group together. He can feel when someones anger is rising or an argument is about to erupt. So he helps to negate this.

He’s close to M/n in a way that he helps M/n get though when ever he’s having a rough time emotionally.

Of course he does this for everyone.

Tae likes to go to the children's hospital in the city every Sunday and go around and talk to every single child and help them feel a bit better.

And as a treat; once a month he spawns his wings and lets the kids touch them as a treat.

The kids love it due to how rare it is to see an angel mutation and it’s always something new for them to experience.

He’s lost count of how many parents have thanked him for supporting their kids when they cant be there for them due to work or otherwise.

Phoenix! Jungkook:

Oh boy. Jungkook is one spicy flame boy.

He’s located on the second floor with M/n but they’re on opposite sides.

His room is very, very, very hot. His walls are covered in soot and have to be regularly cleaned off.

There’s his own smoke detector in his room and it usually goes off when he’s mad.

His abilities: Phoenix form and pyrokinesis.

his appearance isn’t anything major. He has a lot of burn scars and he feels ridiculously hot.

He never uses his phoenix form for several reasons. It takes too long for him to do the transformation, he hates being covered in soot and ash when he re-forms and it’s highly dangerous.

He’s usually up first out of everyone. Ironically during golden hour.

He literally thrives in summertime and hates the winter time.

However he does act as a good heater during winter and he helps light the fire.

He goes to university!! And he’s on a sports scholarship for judo.

Unsurprising really.

He’s known as a ladies man on the university campus but doesn’t want t get involved with relationships ever so some girls think he’s a fuckboy.

Rude that’s what that is.

Usually makes dinner for everyone with Jin and It helps because it allows Jin to get to work quicker.

If Jin’s already out before dinner, he makes dinner with M/n. 

Their relationship is interesting because Kook still gets freaked out when he’s stirring something and M/n reaches straight through the pot and him to grab something on the other side.

But he also talks to M/n about university and any problems he’s having. Though these problems are usually him getting lost in the mansion.

Anyone who’s always cold, Jin, M/n and Yoongi, like to sit near Kook but not too close. Kook finds it weird but all three explained to him that it helps them feel a bit more normal so Kook’s more than willing to help his hyungs out if it makes them feel better.

Damn son that took forever-- If you have any questions about each member just swing me an ask. Or if you have your own headcanons you should come tell me uwu.

[wildernessuntothemselves]

Kookies And Cream

Word Count: 11.6k (oh man holy shit)

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff. The whole package. 

Author’s Note: You know the definition of a switch? Just look at the two characters in this story lol switch heaven

2k Requests, Masterlist

When Jungkook first came to room with you, you were less than ecstatic about it. You had only ever roomed with one other person before at the start of your freshman year of college, but you quickly got fed up with it. Not that your roommate was bad or anything. In fact, if you were being fair, you'd admit that she was a sweetheart. But you are an only child, and you were never used to sharing anything with anyone, and despite what everyone said about the joys of having siblings, you simply weren't interested. You have none and that's the way you liked it.

Tell that to your parents though. They were convinced that you needed the company after years of keeping mostly to yourself unless you had to, with the exception of a couple of close friends. They thought that if you keep at it, you're going to turn insane from being in your head too much. Where they got that shit piece of pseudo-psychology you don't know but it had enough hold on their minds to make them force you to get a room in the college dorms -yuck- and live with a stranger for an entire month.

Or it would've been a month anyway if you hadn't made that poor girl's life a living hell so much so that by the end of the third week, she was running away from your shared dorm room like the devil himself was behind her.

The series of students who came and went through your dorm didn't last long enough to qualify as roommates. Your record was six hours, that's how long it took to send one dude,-Hoseok, you'll never forget the name- running for his life. It's a shame too, he was cute, and you had to forever ruin your chances with him. But, oh well, there are much more important things in life, like having a bathroom all to yourself.

Soon enough, your college caught on to your reign of terror and they, not so kindly, asked you to vacate the premises and restore the harmony to the student body. Your parents were forced to rent an apartment for you, seeing as you weren't allowed in the dorms anymore and they lived too far away for you to stay with them. Yeah, they could've withheld their money from you and taught you an important lesson about the consequences of being such a spoiled child but they loved you too much to do that. They've never been able to deal any real punishment to their baby girl, and that's probably how you turned out to be so headstrong.

Little did you know, however, that your comeuppance was coming for you. It took five years, five long years where you enjoyed your solitude to the max, but just as you were enrolling in a one-year post-graduate Master’s program, instead of the peaceful send off into the working world you were counting on it to be, it turned into a shitshow of the highest degree with the arrival of a certain bunny-toothed brat.

Jungkook is the son of your family's next door neighbours. But other than the daily 'Good mornings' and the occasional dinner invitation, your families weren't really close, and the only contact you had with their shy son was that one year you tutored him in math. To be sure, you were shit at math but that didn't stop you from attempting to make some money off the kid.

You see, Jungkook had a painfully obvious puppy crush on you, and even though you didn't teach him shit, and what you did teach him was mindbogglingly wrong, he still never spoke a word of it to his parents, studying on his own and getting good marks just so he'd keep seeing you.

To say that you were a bitch to him would be an understatement. You'd frequently invite your boyfriends over, taking advantage of the fact that his parents were never around because of their jobs, and using his place to hook up with them, knowing Jungkook would never tell on you. You did not care or even notice much that you were breaking the boy's heart.

Eventually, though, he got sick of your shit and asked you to stop coming over. But he still didn't tell either of your parents, ever the sweet kid. You didn't hear or see much of him after that, and you suspect that was intentionally his doing, until now.

As if the universe was punishing you for all your sins against the boy, it made him appear again in your life, but this time you were the one who was going to suffer.

On the last day before your Master’s program was set to start, your mum dropped the bomb on you, informing you that your old pupil was to shack up with you this year, and no amount of whining or begging or scheming was going to get you out of it. She gave you an ultimatum: either you let him room with you and look after him, or she stops giving you money and leaves your spoiled ass out in the cold to fend for yourself. Any funny business from you and you're done.

You were in denial at first, convincing yourself that it couldn't possibly be that bad. From what you remembered of Jungkook, he was a shy kid who did anything humanly possible to please you. You were sure that his crush must be long gone by now but he would still be the timid boy you remembered. Right?

Wrong. Jungkook was the devil incarnate.

He was nothing like the boy you used to know. For one thing, he grew. Instead of looking down on him, he now towered over you. Not that you were expecting the boy to remain midget sized forever, but the sheer scale of his height change was intimidating. His long, thick thighs made him look all the more tall.

Speaking of his thighs, your next door baby neighbor had no right to grow up to have such drool-inducing thighs. He must be aware of how sexy they are because he always puts them on display, adorning them in slim fitted jeans -and sometimes leather fucking pants, seriously who was this kid- and giving you such dirty thoughts they could make Jesus cry.

The rest of his body didn't show such stark evidence of his muscle bulk, it was all lean and hidden underneath his skin and clothes, fooling you into believing that it wasn’t that strong. Until you made the stupid mistake of challenging him one day, taking away his dinner and threatening not to let him eat until he's cleaned the mess he always makes after him.

He had snatched the food out of your hands faster than you could perceive and pushed you on the sofa, restraining you with those damn thighs of his as he continued the Netflix show he was watching and paid no mind to your struggles to get out from underneath him. When he was done, he left the empty plate on the table and went to take a shower.

That was the first time you'd learned of his horrible strength, and throughout the next few months, you became aware of it more and more with each passing day. Like when you'd take too long in the bathroom and he'd physically remove you from it like you weighed nothing more than a towel in order to get ready for his day. Or on those rare moments when he would be kind enough to help you move some piece of furniture around so you could clean under it after that one time you almost got crushed under a storage unit you were trying to move. He never let you do that on your own again despite how hard you tried to shrug him off.

Most maddening of all is that he refused to properly address you, always calling you by your first name instead of Noona since your reunion even though you've never told him he could do that, but no matter how many times you corrected him, he simply ignored you.

He may be doing things way worse than that but that's the one thing that annoyed you the most. You've never allowed anyone younger than you to call you by your name before. Call it being power hungry but you liked the respect you got simply for your greater age and that's why most of your friends were younger than you. So to have a brat like Jungkook simply disregard you like that got on your nerves more than anything.

You couldn't even relieve all that stress he was causing you. Every time you'd invite a guy over, Jungkook would do something to make the boy leave. It was as if he was doing it on purpose. His ways varied. One time he decided to clean up the apartment all of a sudden, specifically your room, and when you and your hook up headed for the couch, he went to clean that too. Another time he invited his unholy friends over in the middle of your hook up and they made sure to disturb you as much as they possibly can. And yet another time he called your mum and told her that you wanted to talk to her mid-fuck... His ways were endless.

You'd tried going against your preference and heading to your designated hook-up's place instead of yours like the usual but that proved to be very challenging. When you had a one night stand at your place, you could simply kick the person out after you're done and enjoy a peaceful night of sleep all to yourself. But when you hooked up at somebody else's place you had to make the infamous walk of shame each following morning, with an empty stomach and a restless night of trying to sleep in a stranger's bed, fighting for space and never agreeing on the optimal temperature.

Of course, Jungkook found a way to make it even harder for you. He'd sometimes, somehow, manage to find where exactly your hook-up's place is and bang on his door until they'd open up then he'd pretend to be your boyfriend who caught you cheating, watching with barely contained glee as you got kicked out. Or if the hook-up was particularly nasty, like that Jinyoung guy, Jungkook would drag you out of the apartment himself. Soon enough, a rumor spread around the whole campus about a cheating senior girl and her crazy freshman boyfriend, and you couldn’t even find someone to hook up with after that.

Jungkook wasn't content with just fucking up your chances of getting laid for the entire year. No, he made it a point to rub it in your face by hooking up with a new girl every chance he got and doing things to her to keep her screaming all night. You didn't know what he could possibly be doing to make them go off like that short of a murder scene, but whatever he did, it kept you all up and made sure you got no sleep.

You spent months suffering through all this, wondering why the fuck he was acting this way until you got fed up and asked him about it one day. You weren't really expecting an answer, so far you had just chalked it up to him being a demon from hell sent to test out your patience. You certainly didn't expect the way he so nonchalantly answered you, "It's payback for all the times you tortured me as a teenager."

Damn, did that kid know how to hold a grudge.

After much struggling, you finally submitted to your fate, figuring that he'd get tired of torturing you eventually, but he never did. He only got worse until you couldn't even handle staying in your apartment anymore and only got back to it to sleep. That is if you were lucky enough and he didn't have another one of his girls over.

"Oh god, would you put on some underwear?" You scowl at Jungkook over your bowl of cereal, disapproving of the way he was wearing his grey sweatpants sans underwear and forcing you to see exactly what he's packing. "This is practically sexual harassment."

"Don't pretend you don't like what you see, baby," Jungkook says smugly, sitting down opposite you and spreading his legs, giving you an unfiltered view at little Jungkook... which looked slightly hard? You shake your head, must be just morning wood.

You get up and point your spoon at him, "See this whole thing right here," You circle your spoon in his general direction, "Is disturbing."

You throw the remainder of your uneaten cereal in the trash and put your bowl and spoon in the sink, spinning on your heel and leaving the kitchen, not noticing the pout now etched on Jungkook's face.

This was useless. You've never been good at studying outside your house. The conditions just were never right. The library was too quiet for you as you liked to read things out loud and talk to yourself sometimes, moving around as if you were explaining the subject to a classroom, and that just wasn't permitted in a library. Not to mention that it made you look insane. Cafes were too noisy and crowded for you as people socialized and talked at a volume higher than your internal voice and you couldn't even hear yourself think.

Today you discovered that the campus park was also out of the question as you constantly felt tiny phantom insect legs crawling all over your body. You snap your textbook closed and get up, brushing off the ghost insects and cursing Jungkook for forcing you out of your apartment, your safe haven. Grabbing your phone, you text Yoongi, demanding that he meet you at the nearest bar as soon as possible.

When Yoongi arrives fifteen minutes later, he sees that you've downed half a bottle of wine already. He raises an eyebrow at you, an amused smile on his face. "That kid got you hard, huh?"

You snort, "Fuck you, Yoongi, you should be on my side. But if you must know then yes, the devil spawn has me bested." You grumble and your entire face falls into a pathetic pout. "He's not letting me do anything, Yoongi. I can't eat. I can't sleep. I can't study. I can't even fuck."

"Why don't you just fuck him?"

You choke on your mouthful of red wine. After coughing and sputtering until you can breathe again, you smack your best friend hard. "How can you say that?!"

Yoongi shrugs, "Why not? From your fixation on describing his body to me, I'd say you want him."

"I was only telling you how inappropriate he's being!"

"Sure, love. That's why you were describing his body in detail to me." He gives you an unimpressed look and you blush. "You'd be killing two birds, or at this point four or five, with one stone. You'd get the fuck you've been running after for months, you wouldn't have strange girls keeping you up at night with their screams of pleasure because you'd be the one screaming." You give him a look of horror at that but he ignores you, "And he'd probably go easy on you after that. Since he would get to fuck you, he wouldn't be bothering you so much around the house... You get the idea."

"I'm denouncing this friendship." You declare but Yoongi merely rolls his eyes.

Your talk with Yoongi fucked you up, and you ended up finishing that wine bottle all by yourself in an attempt to drown the unwelcome thoughts he was giving you about your evil roommate. Ok, fine, so you may find him a bit attractive, there was no shame in admitting that, but you were not about to reward his behavior by giving your body to him. No, misbehaving boys like him needed to be punished.

You stumble all the way up to the door of your apartment, holding your keys ahead of you as if they had some kind of GPS to guide you home. You must have spent an entire ten minute stretch of time trying and failing to stick your keys inside the keyhole, and when you managed to stick one in, it turned out to be the wrong one. Exasperated and feeling like you were on the verge of a drunken breakdown, you start banging on the door, hoping Jungkook would have mercy on you for once and open the door for you.

But he doesn't, despite the fact that you could clearly hear him in the living room feeling on some girl, and he has to have heard you. Still, you bang on the door until you can't anymore. Feeling a storm welling up inside your stomach, you fall with a loud thump on the floor, wrapping your arms around yourself and praying you wouldn't humiliate yourself by throwing up right in front of your door.

You hear a rushed shuffling of feet inside the apartment before the door you were leaning on flies open and you fall to the floor. A familiar scent surrounds you as Jungkook turns you on your back to look at you, a concerned look on his face. "Hey, are you ok?"

Your traitorous eyes can't help but be drawn to his shirtless body, and you groan. "Ugh, go put a shirt on." You weakly smack his naked chest with your balled up fist, your drunken mind simply not able to throw up its usual defenses against the attractive boy.

Jungkook, on the other hand, takes offense to your words, scoffing and getting up to leave you on the floor. Your hands shoot out to grab onto his pants, pulling on them hard as you attempt to make him stay. "No, Kookie don't leave. Help me, please. I'm gonna throw up." You cry pathetically and he turns back to you, holding onto his pants to prevent them from getting pulled down.

"Alright, alright, but let go, you're gonna make me lose my pants."

You immediately let him go, managing to feel embarrassed enough to blush even in your drunken state. You feel strong arms wrap around you and pull you off the floor, carrying you bridal style and going in the direction you assume the bathroom to be.

Jungkook had a tight hold on you, pressing you up securely against his chest as he carried you off, and you were overwhelmed by the closeness. You could feel exactly how sculpted his body was and you were surrounded by his scent which surprisingly still managed to be pleasant to you despite your nauseousness. However, something about that scent felt familiar to you but you couldn't put your finger on it...

"Hey, is that Victoria's Secret?!" You exlaim, finally remembering where exactly you knew that smell from as he set you down on the floor in front of the toilet seat. You don't let him go as you pull him closer to you and sniff him up. "It is Victoria's Secret!"

Jungkook removes your body off of him and jumps back, a deep crimson blush staining his face. Whatever he or you were going to say gets interrupted by a fresh wave of nausea and before you know it, you're grabbing onto the toilet seat in a death grip and hurling the contents of your stomach into it. Jungkook uses that moment's reprieve and bails, bolting out of the bathroom and leaving you on your own. You were hurt but thankful, at least now he wouldn't witness the unsightly scene you were making as you gag and wretch your heart out.

You don't get to feel relieved for long though because after you overhear an argument you can't quite make out between Jungkook and the girl, you hear the apartment door slam shut before Jungkook is by your side again with a warm towel in his hand that he uses it to pat away the sweat running over your face in between your throwing up sessions.

When you've finally emptied out the contents of your stomach and then more, you shakily reach out to flush the horror scene in front of you and try to salvage any shred of pride left, but Jungkook holds you down and flushes it for you then he gets up to grab you a cup of water that you greedily drink up.

As soon as you're done, Jungkook sweeps you up in his arms again and carries you to your bedroom, laying you down and tucking you in before leaving without a word and you assume he's gone this time for good after he's done more than his duty.

But again you're wrong as Jungkook reappears with a cup of orange juice and a cup of water and he gently rouses you up from the superficial sleep you'd gone into, ignoring your protests and insisting that you drink everything.

"I can't. It will just make me throw up." You whine, fighting weakly against him to let you go back to sleep.

"You need this, ___. I won't leave you until you drink it." He holds the freshly squeezed orange juice to your mouth and you begrudgingly take a sip, figuring that the faster you drink it up, the sooner he'll let you get your much-needed sleep.

At long last, when you've lightly sipped your way through both cups, he asks you some questions -Can you breathe alright? Is there any pain? Not even here?- and he makes sure you're extra tucked in before he finally closes the light and lets you sleep.

You barely register the bed dipping beside you as you clutch your head in an attempt to keep it intact against a ravenous headache ripping through it. You hear a soothing voice calling out to you, and strong, sure hands pulling you up and removing your hands from your face, replacing them with two small pills at your lips and a cup of cool water to wash them down.

After some time, when your headache finally calms down enough for you to be able to look up at your merciful savior, you see none other than Jungkook looking down at you with concern upon his face. Before you can stop yourself, you mutter out, "Oh, it's you."

Jungkook's worried frown turns into one of irritation and he bites at you, "You're welcome." before getting up to leave in a huff. Your hands reach out to grab onto him, looking up at him in earnest and speaking sincerely, "Thank you, Jungkook."

His features soften at that, "I'm gonna make us some breakfast."

"Oh, you don't have to do that." You wave your hands in front of you,  not wishing to cause him any more trouble.

"I'm gonna make us breakfast." He repeats firmly and you slump down into your bed as you watch him leave, silently feeling thankful that he didn't listen to you when you hear your stomach grumble in hunger.

As you wait for him, you look around your room aimlessly and your eyes land on your vanity chair that was displaced from its usual spot to where it now resided next to your bed, and it doesn't take you long to realize why. Jungkook must have slept on it the night before in order to keep an eye on you. You feel incredible guilt and shame wash over you as you think about how restless his night must have been in that uncomfortable chair just so he can watch over you when he didn't even have to.

When Jungkook gets back to your room with a tray of eggs and fruit, you thank him again quietly, and despite you not clarifying what exactly you were thankful for, the small smile on his face lets you know that he got it.

You were happily munching on the delicious food when you hear him clear his throat and ask timidly, "Did you sleep alright?"

You turn to him but you see him focused on his food, purposefully avoiding your gaze. "Yeah. I mean way better than it would have been without your help."

He nods and then hurriedly lobs a piece of orange into his mouth, restless under your gaze, but, nervous as he is, he doesn't chew on it well enough and it gets stuck in his throat and he starts coughing violently. You rush to his side, hitting his back and helping him dislodge the offensive piece out of his throat then you hand him your cup of water and watch as he chugs it down, finally breathing again.

Jungkook looks up at you, giving you an uncertain look. You're confused at the conflicting emotions in his eyes until you realize that you still had your arm around him, unconsciously rubbing your hand up at down his back. You quickly withdraw your hand and you both fall into an awkward silence.

"Listen, Jungkook." You start nervously, taking a big gulp of breath as his doe eyes turn to look at you. "I know you've done so much for me already just this past night, but would it be too much to ask you to set aside your grudge against me for just a few weeks? You see, exams are coming up and I really can't study outside the house. If things continue like this I will flunk. So I would really appreciate it if-"

"Ok," Jungkook cuts your rant off and you stare at him wide-eyed.

"Ok?"

"Yes, I was being immature anyway. What you did to me was a long time ago and I should've just gotten over it but instead, I acted petty and I'm sorry." He looked genuinely troubled and at war with himself so you rushed to ease his mind.

"No, no, I was honestly such a bitch to you, and I deserve all that I got." You smile in amusement at his shocked face. "But it's got to stop now or my parents will kill me because I failed my tests and then you'd have no one else to torture."

"I wasn't trying to torture you," Jungkook says sheepishly.

"Peace?" You smile, extending your hand to him and he takes it right away. "Peace."

In the following month, your view of Jungkook makes a 180 turn. Now that he wasn't making it his mission to make your every waking (and sleeping) moment a living hell, you realize that he's actually not that bad. No, scratch that. You realize that he's fucking golden.

He's funny, frequently making your sides split from laughing too hard. He has the most hilarious little reactions to everything and he is never afraid to make himself look like a fool just so he would see you crack a smile on a dreary day. On your part, you also enjoyed making him laugh. While you weren't nearly as funny as he was, you loved to hear him laugh, the sound so youthful and silly, it always lit your world up. Luckily, Jungkook seemed prepared to laugh at all your antics, no matter how pathetic, and you got to hear the heartwarming sound often.

He is the picture of the perfect gentleman, always prepared to help you any way you needed. From helping you open jars of your favorite honey to bringing you Chinese takeout and binge-watching Netflix with you when you just couldn't bear to face the world that day.

He texts you good morning on the days he doesn't see you. He texts you goodnight when one of you is out late. He texts you 'how are you feeling?' just before you head into an important test, and he texts you 'how did you do?' the minute you get out of the examination room.

He may still act like a brat a lot of the time but now you know that it's just him teasing you and not because of a decade old grudge. And he more than makes up for it with the countless sweet little things he does, not that you are ever really annoyed with his teasing anymore. Jungkook has a heart of gold. You've never encountered anyone as sweet and earnest as him. He wore his heart on his sleeve, his every emotion raw and real, and you find yourself doing everything in your might to keep it this way, to protect him from the cruel world that would seek to get its dirty hands on such perfect innocence.

Jungkook's face became an indispensable constant in your life. His laugh a lullaby. His smile a ray of sunshine. His eyes more precious than the most beautiful night sky.

If someone had told you just a month ago that you'd be sitting on your sofa, yanking the textbooks and meticulously written notes out of Jungkook's lap and genuinely trying to ease up his pre-exam stress, you would've laughed in their faces and called them insane.

But here you were, hands cupping Jungkook's precious face and telling him to take deep breaths to match your own.

"Jungkookie, please relax. You've studied more than enough, honey. You'll do great." You speak after you're convinced that he was breathing again. You caress his cheeks softly and he closes his eyes and unconsciously leans into your touch. Your heart flutters at his reflexive action and you have to jerk your hands back to your sides, making Jungkook's eyes snap open at the loss and a small pout appear on his thin lips.

"You need to go to sleep. It's the best thing you can do now." You clear your throat, standing up and dragging him behind you towards his bedroom, avoiding eye contact at all cost. "Research has shown that you retain information and score better on exams if you have a good night's sleep beforehand."

You lay him down on his bed and pull the covers over him. Jungkook props himself up on a pillow to look at you, his tired eyes lighting up with mischief. "Oh baby, I love it when you talk science to me."

Your hand shoots out lightening-quick to smack the increasingly shameless boy in an effort to hide the blush on your face. Really, he's getting too familiar with you.

Jungkook lets you deliver the hit. Even though he could've easily stopped you with his freakishly good reflexes, he lets you have this one with a light-hearted laugh on his part. Again, your stupid heart does a backflip at the lovely sound.

Your new relationship with Jungkook was bad for your health, you lament, muttering a 'goodnight' to the overgrown child and preparing to make a dash for sanctuary outside of this hazardous zone. But Jungkook is too cruel to let up.

"Will you sleep with me?"

"W-what?" You choke on air, knowing exactly what he means despite the dirty part of your brain pathetically praying that it's the other meaning, while your poor heart agrees because at least then it would get a break from this emotional abuse.

"I would sleep much better if you're here with me." He looks up at you, bright hope mingling and exploding with the stars in his eyes to make the brightest nebulas. He has to know what he's doing to you. He has to, that manipulative brat.

You practically swoon and fall to the bed, not even caring that you despise not having your space when you sleep. Something told you that you'd enjoy Jungkook's presence more than your beloved solitude. And despite warning him to keep to his side, you wake in the middle of the night to find yourself good and cuddled up by the boy, and your previous suspicion is confirmed. It's the first time you've ever woken up not feeling cold as Jungkook's body heat forms a force field of warmth around you and you find yourself snuggling deeper into him. Your body fits perfectly into the concavity of his own and his limbs surround you, making you feel safe but not caged. You were as comfortable as a lovebird under its mate’s wings and that thought deeply worried you.

Finally, exams were over, and with them the transitional period of your relationship with Jungkook. The stress and trauma of exams and the need to survive them had brought you closer together. You'd take turns calming each other down. One day you'd be the level-headed one, taking Jungkook out of his own mind and making him see that things weren't really that bad, and the next day he'd be the one convincing you that, no, you shouldn't just drop out and become a stripper.

Past the first few awkward and unsure times, cuddling together has become a habit. Whenever one of you was particularly stressed about something, they would crawl into the other's bed and make them play with their hair and rub their back until they fell into a peaceful sleep. Truthfully, you felt perfectly fine half of the time you slipped into his bed, you were just craving his touch. It wasn't your fault that his body felt like your own little sanctuary and his voice resembled that of an angel.

If you were being honest with yourself, you would admit that your life with Jungkook was becoming more domestic than any friendship had any right to be. He made you breakfast and coffee every morning to coax you out of your habit of oversleeping and you made him dinner every night to dissuade him from his usual meals of junk food and coke. You cuddled and slept together most nights. You went out on cute little 'dates' around the city, both coming from a small town and making it a mission to explore as much of the city as you can. You've never thought to do that despite having spent three years here prior to Jungkook's arrival. It wasn't until he suggested it one day that you suddenly found yourself starving for a little adventure, spurned on by Jungkook's reckless youthfulness. He made you feel alive.  

So why weren't you dating? Because despite him now being a grown ass man, he is still a whole four years younger than you are. You’re doing your Masters while he is just a fucking Freshman. You've just graduated from college and he’s just graduated from high school. How many more ways can you phrase it? Your friends never let you hear the end of it. They had gone up into a mini-riot when they'd learned that you used to babysit him ages ago.

Yoongi was the only one not losing his shit over this. He still thought it was a stupid idea -Jungkook is too young to be serious about this, not to mention he's your neighbor and your mothers know each other- but at least he wasn't treating you like you had committed some kind of crime.

You never really cared what people said. You're not the type of person to plan your life around pleasing people, but your friends' reactions made you falter because if that's what they thought then what did Jungkook himself think? He is the only one whose opinion on this mattered and if everyone thought it was a bad idea and you were sick for wanting him then that's probably what he would think too.  Maybe all his gestures and actions are as innocent as him. He is probably doing it all with pure intentions and you're just a sick crazy lady who's reading too much into them.

After all, he's never once hinted at wanting something more with you, and it's not like you can exactly ask him about it. With any other person you would have, but because of the delicate circumstances of this situation, you obviously couldn't, and so you decide to just bottle up all of your emotions until you find a way to get rid of them quietly and for good.

At first, you wanted to distance yourself from Jungkook until you can reach an extent that is acceptable for two people who were just friends, but Jungkook didn’t let you even try. Despite how reserved he might appear to those who don’t know him, in real life, Jungkook is a human koala; he’s incredibly clingy, and once he holds on to someone he doesn’t let them go easily.

So it didn’t matter how busy you told him you were. Like the huge softie he was, he planned his schedule around yours, content with merely sitting in silence with you as you studied and he played his video games, every once in a while reaching over to squeeze your hand or draw mindless patterns on the back of it and smiling angelically at you. When he’d do that, you would never have the heart to reject him like you're supposed to do and tell him that you need both hands to work. You'd just let him hold it as your progress slows down significantly -only partly because of the practicality of working with just one hand but mostly because of the storm of butterflies in your stomach called into existence by his touch- and his character dies dozens of times while his teammates scream at him.

In the end, you resorted to inviting Yoongi over whenever possible, knowing that Jungkook is timid around the older male. He’d kept his distance the first few times you’d done that but when he realized that this recent development was becoming a constant thing, he’d tried to overcome his shyness and reach out to you. You could see the hesitation in his every move, in the way his hand would linger in the air for a second before touching you. Or in the way he’d stutter when he’d try to deliver his normal banter, mischief absent from the words and replaced by a confused insecurity.

But even that didn’t last long because every time he’d try to get closer to you, you’d turn to Yoongi and touch him instead. It broke your heart how easily that affected him. The look of betrayal in his eyes deeply reminiscent of those long gone days when you’d discard him to have fun with other boys.

After the most heart-wrenching period of time in your life where you had to watch yourself break down Jungkook after he’d innocently offered his heart to you, trusting you not to break it again, Jungkook finally learns his lesson.

He stopped reaching out to you all together and started keeping to himself, only talking to you as much as a roommate needs to talk to the other. He stopped inviting you out to things and rejected your own invitations to him. Even the cuddling stopped and you were back to being cold again. It all made your heart ache, this wasn’t what you wanted. You just wanted to keep at a healthy distance from him so you’d quit your infatuation with the boy three years your junior, but you wanted to remain friends. Damn it, you never meant to lose him.

But it would be unfair to him to push for it now. Even on the off chance that he’d trust you a third time, you didn’t want him to. You needed to stop being so selfish. Jungkook deserves to get his distance from you and find a girl his own age who’d love him and never even think of hurting him. He deserves the best in this shitty world and that wasn’t you.

And so you’d turned a blind eye when Jungkook started behaving rudely towards you. You don’t know what triggered the sudden shift in his behavior exactly but you’d chalked it up to him taking revenge on you again and to be honest, you more than deserved it. Except this time it wasn’t teasing and prank-like humor, this was straight up brashness. Even during his most intense bouts of revenge, he always picked his words carefully, taking care not to say anything actually offensive, but now he’s turned into this guy who just says whatever without giving a fuck about people’s feelings. Abrasive and cocky, only Yoongi could match his new bluntness. It’s almost as if he was actively trying to imitate the older boy...

Stepping up to the door of your bedroom, you don’t have long to wonder why it was wide open when you've always closed it before you left. Your confused thoughts screech to a halt when you see a large figure laying on your bed, but the fear is quickly replaced by worry when you realize that it’s Jungkook. It's dark and you can’t see all that well but you could recognize that voice anywhere, even if it was coming out in soft whimpers and choked sobs like it was right now.

Your heart clenches painfully in your chest at the thought that Jungkook might be crying. Oh god, what if he’s realized that you’d purposefully distanced yourself from him and he’s hurting? Jungkook has always been sensitive even if he was bad at expressing his emotions. Maybe he’s heartbroken over your recent behavior but he doesn’t know how to tell you that. What if...

Your self-disparaging train of thought is gradually derailed by a curious detail in Jungkook’s movement. His body moves minutely but nonstop and with a rhythmic quality about it. His face nuzzles into your pillow as his body writhes on top of the bed, almost grinding on...

When you hear his “cry” again, soft and sounding suspiciously like your name, you’re almost struck down with the truth of the what was happening in front of your eyes. Jungkook was masturbating. In your bed. To your scent. To the thought of you.

As though a woman possessed, you step into the room and slam the door closed behind you. Jungkook jumps at the sound and turns to face you, pulling up the covers around himself.

“Kookie, what are you doing here?” You ask with sickly sweetness, pretending you don’t know exactly what he’s been doing just a moment ago. A plan forms in your mind. A bad, wicked plan that you certainly shouldn't follow, but after witnessing the boy so high on just the thought of you, you can't seem to bring yourself to care much.

This proves that you've been torturing yourself for no real reason. Jungkook does want you, at least sexually. If he wants you and you want him then there is no reason to keep feeling guilty about it. There is no reason for you to deny yourself from the pleasure of having him. The only real danger here was getting your heart broken when the boy invariably tells you that he's only in it for the sex, but at this moment you are desperate enough for him that you couldn't be bothered to care about that. Let the future you deal with the heartbreak, you'll enjoy the sex.

Jungkook pulls the covers tighter around himself and subtly tucks himself back into his pants, or so he thinks anyway. “I was waiting for you. I wanted to sleep with you.” He answers lamely, again with the suggestive words, except this time you knew it’s the second meaning he really wanted.

“So you’re finally done being a brat?” You can’t help but scold him, still feeling a little petty and upset.

“Only if you’re done ignoring me.” He replies defiantly despite the incriminating situation you've caught him in.

You stare him down, thinking of your next move as Jungkook squirms under your gaze. You don't address the fact that you hadn’t cuddled for weeks now, and start getting rid of your uncomfortable clothes until you’re standing in front of a shocked Jungkook in just your underwear. The boy feeling equal parts embarrassed and turned on.

“What? It’s hot.” You answer his still scandalized expression with a smirk. You slip into bed and press your back against him, ready to commence with the cuddling without a care in the world, but Jungkook wriggles away before your ass can touch a certain part of his body.

“You know what? On second thought, it’s probably too hot to cuddle. I’m just gonna go back to my room.” Jungkook stammers and attempts to get up but you quickly turn towards him and shove him flat against the bed, pouting, “No, stay. I’ve missed you.”

Jungkook stares up at you, frozen, as you wedge one leg between his, your thigh nestling against the hardness you find there. “Oh, what is that?” You exaggerate your surprise, having way too much fun with this.

“I’m sorry! I’ll leav-AH” Jungkook’s squeaks are interrupted by a loud cry when you run your hand under the cover, searching for the thing that was poking your thigh and ending up palming him through his pants. He throws his head back against the pillow, all fight leaving his body at once. “Oh my, Kookie, are you hard?”

You don’t really give him the chance to respond as you press the heel of your hand against his balls, slowly kneading them. “You are hard. You were trying to get me to cuddle you when you’re this horny. What a naughty boy.”

“No, I w-wasn’t.”

“Really? You told me yourself just a minute ago. The only other explanation is that I've caught you masturbating to me in my own bed and you thought you could lie to cover your ass... But that can’t be, can it, Kookie? You're a good boy. You'd never do something like that.” You purr in his ear, enjoying the way the boy was hyperventilating under you from the mixture of adrenaline and arousal, choosing to keep silent as he enjoys the humiliating handjob.

“Throw the covers away, baby.” Jungkook obeys your order despite the shudder running through his body and the flames of shame threatening to light him up.

“Now, pull down your pants and boxers -no, sweetie, I want you to do it." You say when he looks like he is going to protest. You weren’t going to force him into anything. If he wanted this then he needed to act like it. You were done feeling like the aggressor in this relationship.  "I need to know that you want this too.”

“Oh baby, look at you.” You coo when he obeys, running your fingers lightly over his cock and tongue poking out to lick your lips at the stream of precum leaking from his round tip. “You’re so pretty.”

Jungkook wasn’t big by any means, he is average if not leaning more towards the small size, but damn if he didn’t have the prettiest cock you’ve ever laid eyes on. His shaft stuck out from the middle of his black curls, fat and soft to the touch, and his head flared and glistening with precum, making your mouth water.

You get up on your knees and shuffle down until you’re nestled between his thighs. Jungkook cranes his neck to look at you, anticipating your next move as if his life depended on it. Unable to take it anymore, you bend down and swipe your tongue across his slit then eagerly pull it back into your mouth. You and Jungkook both moan out at that, him with desperation and you with content. “You taste so good. So salty yet so sweet.” You coo, bending down again to take his head into your mouth, sucking on it to gather all the precum that has leaked out.

Jungkook’s hips involuntarily push upwards, seeking the pleasurable heat of your mouth but you immediately pull back, smacking his thigh lightly in reprimand. “Tsk tsk, you think you deserve my mouth, baby, after the way you’ve been treating me?”

“I’m sorry.” He whimpers pathetically, making it so hard for you not to just shove him into your mouth and give him the kind of blowjob that would melt his brain.

“You think that just because you have such a pretty cock that I wouldn’t be able to stop myself?” You say even as you bend down to lick at him some more, swiping your tongue from the base right to the tip then going back down with a trail of kisses down to his balls, lathering them with your tongue as you look up at him, his erect cock partially obstructing your vision. “So, so pretty.”

“I’m sorry, noona.”

Your head snaps up, eyes widening at what he’s just called you. Jungkook is still as teary-eyed and desperate as ever, but now there was a definite sly glint to his eyes. “What did you just say?”

“I’m sorry. I’ll be a good boy from now on. Just please suck my cock.” A ghost of a smirk distorts the lovely shape of his lips as he watches you carefully before adding. “Noona.”

You never knew that a single word could hold so much power over someone. Hearing Jungkook finally call you Noona fills you with an insatiable need such as you've never felt before. You push his sweats even further down his legs until they're past his knees then you straddle one of his thighs, ignoring how embarrassingly wet your panties have suddenly become, and start grinding your pussy against him. Under your breath, you mutter a prayer of thanks to whatever god is out there because if they had listened to your wishes of having Jungkook address you properly before, you wouldn't have been able to stop yourself from jumping his bones each time he said it.

“You little brat.” You spit, feeling yourself already perilously close to the edge when the muscle in his thigh reflexively contracts as he feels your juices sticking against his skin. No, you won't give him the pleasure of making you cum first. The brat doesn't deserve it. You fist his cock and pump it brutally up and down, your hand blurring over it and not leaving him any room to breathe.

“Noona, noona, stop please, I’m gonna cum, noona, ah, ah, no-uhhh, noonahhh,” Even in his pleasurable delirium, the boy still doesn't shut up.

When his orgasm hits him, he suddenly stops resisting and spreads his thighs as he convulses, cumming all over himself and filling you with the urge to fuck him, to just climb on top of him and give him what his eyes are practically begging you for even after his last orgasmic shudders subside.

As if reading your mind, he sniffles up at you, “Noona... take me.” Like a whore, he spreads his legs some more, purposefully drawing your attention to his pretty cock that still hasn’t softened yet.

Your mind was foggy and pumped full of sex chemicals. You knew you couldn't make a halfway responsible decision in that state. You needed to decompress so you ignore his request altogether. Taking off your panties, you climb up Jungkook's body until you're hovering over his face, your pussy mere inches from his eager tongue. Without any prompting, Jungkook cranes his neck upwards, warm mouth immediately going to work.

He runs his tongue teasingly between your clit and vagina, careful not to touch the areas where you're most sensitive until you tug harshly on his hair, "Jungkook." You warn through gritted teeth.

Smiling insolently, his bunny teeth adding to his aura of mischief, he zeros in on where you want him the most, your clit. Except he only gives it little bunny licks, his tongue poking at it teasingly and his eyes staring up at you playfully. Maybe in another life, a life where you miraculously had Jungkook to call your own and where you could fuck him every day to your heart's content, you might've been able to deal with and maybe even enjoy his teasing, but this wasn't a perfect world. You were starved for the doe-eyed boy with the pretty cock and you simply had no patience for his antics.

You push yourself off of him, snapping, "If you won't eat me out properly then I'll take care of it myself."

Immediately, his hands that were previously clawing at the sheets shoot up to grab your hips and pull you flush against his face. You don't need any sorrys or promises from him as he makes his good intentions clear when he finally gives you what you've been waiting for all this time, and by the looks of it, what he's been waiting for too.

He licks your clit roughly, alternating between swirling his tongue around it and flattening right against it in firm, deliberate strokes until you can't hold up your own weight anymore. Your knees give out and you fall, almost crushing him if it weren't for the punishing grip he had on your hips. Far from getting overwhelmed, he uses your weight to press you further into his mouth, his tongue rapidly flicks between your lips as you hear the hungry licks echo lewdly around your room, your moans soon joining them, "Oh god, Kookie, right there baby. Please whatever you do, don't stop."

You're not the least bit embarrassed to hear the endless stream of whines coming out of your mouth for him. He was giving it to you better than any other man before. Technically, he may not be the best out there, though he was pretty damn close, but he more than made up for it with his sheer enthusiasm. If there was a doubt in your mind that Jungkook wanted you, no needed you, in that moment it was erased forever.

The consuming pleasure causes salty tears to sting your eyes and blur your vision so much so you can't even enjoy the erotic sight of Jungkook between your legs, his big, innocent eyes in an almost obscene contrast to his nimble tongue that did unspeakably sinful things to your pussy so you just close them and let yourself be devoured, one hand clutching onto the headboard and the other buried in Jungkook's hair as you cry out for him in hoarse raptured moans.

His tongue travels down to your hole and thrusts inside of you, making you whimper, "Oh god, almost there baby. Please, just a little bit more."

Since he couldn't use his tongue to stimulate your clit anymore, he puts his big nose to good use, rubbing it against your clit, and you hear muffled chuckles reaching your ears as he feels the way it makes you clench around him. When your orgasm washes over you and your walls begin spasming too strongly for him to keep pumping his tongue inside of you, he quickly goes back to your clit, sucking it into his mouth and flicking it harshly with his tongue, practically dragging you screaming through the devastating orgasm.

Soon, it all became too much for you to handle and you pull away from him. Attempting to sit up on shaky legs, you watch transfixed as a string of saliva and cum connects his tongue to between your legs, but before you can observe the tantalising string as it breaks, Jungkook yanks you back down and licks up your cum hungrily, too addicted to the taste he's been craving for so long to let go.

The tears that have been collecting in your eyes reach their breaking point and start running down your face from the pain of oversensitivity, and Jungkook finally loosens his grip enough for you to throw yourself to the bed, laying by his side as you both gasp for breath. He, of course, regains it much earlier than you do and turn towards you, engulfing you in his arms and rubbing his hard cock against your thighs needily. "Can I fuck you now, noona?"

Despite your poor pussy protesting against it, there is nothing you wished for more at this moment than to just let him put his pretty cock inside of you and fuck you until he tires himself out. Still, the mind-blowing orgasm he just gave you helps your mind clear up a little bit and you regain some of your sensibility. Fighting against your debilitating need for the boy, you groan, "Kookie, we can't.

“Why?” Jungkook asks, irritated. Stubbornly, he runs his hand down your stomach and between your legs, prodding a finger against your entrance before pushing it in easily. "You're still dripping. You want me."  

“I do, I really do." You sigh in both pleasure and annoyance as he pumps his finger slowly in and out of you, the tip of it dragging against your walls, searching for that spot that would drive you crazy. You can't believe how fast he can get you horny and ready to go again. "But I can’t take advantage of you like that. You’re going to regret this in the morning, I’m sure of it.”

“I’ve wanted this for years, you think I’m suddenly going to just decide that I don't want you after all?”

“But you’re too young...”

“I knew it!” Jungkook spits at you, turning abrasive again and yanking his finger out of you, making you whimper at the loss. “Well, I’m sorry I’m not your fucking Yoongi-oppa and I’m sorry I’m not like all those other assholes you’ve always loved so much.”

“No, Jungkook, you're misunderstanding me. I’ve never loved them.” You try to hold onto him as he fights to get away, but he’s too strong for you. He pushes you back on the bed and stands up, but before he can leave and the pain and heartache can have their way with you, you shout for him. “I love you!”

He whirls around, on guard and incredulous but with a slight tinge of hope that he wishes didn’t show so clearly on his face, “Don’t play with me now.” He warns.

You fall silent, realizing too late the gravity of what you've just confessed, your mind half convincing you to take it back, but Jungkook latches onto your words and refuses to let them slip by.

“You love me?” Jungkook breathes in disbelief.

“Don’t worry about it, forget I said anything." You squeak, attempting to salvage the unsalvageable. "We're both very tired and confused. Let’s just go to sleep so we won't say something we might regret in the morning.”

“Like hell, I will!” Jungkook shouts, getting back on the bed and cradling your face in his hands. “Tell me the truth, do you really love me?”

'No. No, I don't love you.' That's what you should say. That's the only right thing to say.

“Yes. Is that too bad?”

Jungkook wants to say no, he wants to tell you it’s all he’s been dreaming of since you’d gotten close over the end of last semester. Yeah, he’s always had a crush on you, but it was more physical than anything; wanting what he can’t have, but after he’s gotten to know you, he's desired no one else. He just never dreamed that you would feel the same way, especially since he was so different from the type of men you usually go for.

“You sure don’t act like someone who’s in love.” Jungkook’s lips are pressed into a thin line, his stubbornness and ego kicking in as he tries to hold his emotions back. He can't just fall to your feet the moment you deign to give him a little bit of affection. He'd like to think he isn't that pathetic.

“What did you want me to say? Did you think I’d risk telling you just so you would laugh at my face and call me sick?”

“Are you blind or just stupid? Do you not know how in love with you I am?”

“Don’t say things you don’t mean, Kookie.” You say in a small voice, already feeling in way over your head, and not needing him to encourage you further.

“I love you, noona.” Jungkook sighs, giving in faster than he'd care to admit, and smothers you with kisses as if they would convey his sincerity.

“No,” You say, even as you allow yourself to be swept up in his kisses. And you allow him to keep going as they turn sexual, and he starts laying open-mouthed, hungry kisses all over every exposed inch of your skin. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”

Frustrated, he presses you into the bed with his body. “Stop telling me what I should say or how I should feel. I’ve been acting like a fool for the past few weeks trying to be someone you would actually like. I’m not going to just let you brush this off when you've finally admitted you like me. Me. I’m not a toy you can play with whenever you feel like it.”

He leans down to kiss you again but this time you meet him halfway, pouring all your emotions and apologies into the kiss before the gears turn in your head and you fully digest the meaning of his words. Suddenly, you pull away, “Pretending to be someone I would like? Is that why you were acting like such an asshole to me?”

You turn from shocked and pissed off to just pissed off as all traces of assertiveness seep away from Jungkook’s body, leaving behind an unsure little boy who’s lost for words, and that's all the answer you need.

“On your hands and knees.”

“What?” Jungkook flinches under your hard gaze.

“Either you get on your hands and knees or you get out. It’s up to you.” You say coldly, leaving no room for discussion. Jungkook springs up to get into position in fear that you would change your mind and decide to kick him out anyway. He feels embarrassment whorl around the pit of his stomach as you lower his sweats down his ass, only to be dispersed by the sharp slap of your hand on the newly exposed skin. You deliver two slaps to each side and then say, “You had me worried half to death over your attitude and now you’re telling me that it was all just play pretend so you could act like some tough guy you think I would like?”

Slap. “You were always a nasty little shit but this really takes the cake.” Slap. “You were out there making me fall for you and getting me all horny like a fucking virgin.” Slap. "Almost giving me a heart attack from the guilt and need.” Slap. "All while you had no fucking clue to what you were doing to me. Acting like a misbehaving brat to get my attention?"

Jungkook was trying to suppress his grunts of pain but little quiet whimpers still reached your ear here and there so you stop. “You don’t have to take this, Jungkook. You can still leave.” You say, smoothing your palms over his red ass and gently massaging it.

“No... It's Ok.” Came his breathy reply that sounded suspiciously like a moan.

"Do you- do you like this, kookie?" The boy doesn't give you a response save shyly dropping his head to the mattress so you reach between his begs to find his dick hot and throbbing. "Baby boy..." You murmur, deciding not to press on in order not to embarrass the young boy any further.

You push his white shirt upward as you pump his cock slowly, bending down to trail a line of kisses down his spine and delighting in the shudder you feel passing through it and into his cock as his sticky cock thrusts into your hand.

“Spread your legs wider. And keep them open.” You instruct, bending down and licking at his balls from behind. He immediately goes against your orders, trying to close them. You sit up, taking your hand off his cock and slapping his sore ass, making him yelp. “I said keep them open. Do you want me to stop?”

Jungkook hurries to open his legs again, “Please don’t.”

Satisfied, you bend down again, tongue teasing his balls from behind and hand wrapped around his waist, tugging firmly on his cock that was leaking precum on your sheets, adding to the mess of bodily fluids that had already ruined them. You can feel Jungkook's thighs shaking, their strength no match to the pleasure coursing through his veins. When -at an upward stroke- your thumb swipes over his engorged head, Jungkook cries out, “Noona, I don’t want to cum on myself again, please.”

You didn't want that as well. Despite how lovely the boy looked messed up all over with his own cum, you needed to have him inside of you right now after he's made his feelings known to you. You flip him on his back easily as he gives you no resistance. Not wasting time, you grab his cock and quickly sit on it, closing your eyes and letting out a sigh of relief as you finally feel it wedged snuggly inside of you.  

You must have taken too long enjoying the warmth and stretch because you soon feel Jungkook's hands clawing at your hips and when you open your eyes again, you see him worrying his lips to keep from pleading for you to move. Taking pity on him, you grind your hips in a circle, moaning in contentment as you get a feel of how his cock fits perfectly inside of you.

You gradually increase your pace, starting to lift your hips up and bounce on his cock, and Jungkook decides he doesn't feel like lying down helpless and at your mercy anymore. He starts bucking his hips up, thrusting his cock as far and fast into you as it could go until all that's coming out of your mouth are pleas for more.

"Ah, baby, fuck me just like that. You're gonna make me cum so fast. Won't you be good and make noona cum, baby?"

“You’re so damn spoiled.” He complains, snapping his big hand harshly against your ass. To your shame, instead of berating him, you moan out and clench around him in response.

“You like it, noona?” Jungkook purrs, a shit-eating grin spread across his face as he throws your words back at you. He slaps your ass again more harshly which only causes you to clench around him even more, leaving no room for denial. “Yeah, Kookie, I like it. I like it so much.”

“Fuck yourself on my dick, noona. I want to see you use me to get off.” Jungkook orders, giving you one last spank. You plant your palms on his chest and dig your feet into the mattress, using them as leverage as you bounce erratically on his dick, so close you could taste it in the back of your throat.

"Baby, just a little more, please." Your hand closes over his larger one, trying to drag it towards your pussy but it stays put. "You want it? How much?"

If he thinks you were going to fight him then he better think again. You were needy and on the verge of insanity. "I need it so bad. I'm so horny, just a little touch and I would cum, Kookie."

"Just a little touch, huh?" Jungkook asks, enthralled. He lowers his hand closer to your pussy but only his thumb moves to hover over it. "Liars get punished, you know?"

You nod vigorously, anything to get him to touch you. In all truth, you wouldn’t mind it either way. You'd enjoy anything as long as he touches you. When you still don't feel his fingers on you, you start whining, bouncing impatiently on his cock. "Kookieee, you said-"

You get interrupted when he finally flicks his thumb lazily over your clit, and true to your word, that slight touch is all that it takes for you to cum. "Oh god, Kookie..." You grunt, feeling light-headed as your pussy contracts around his hot and twitching cock, and his fingers dig into your bones.

Without warning, Jungkook pushes you on your back, climbing up your body and pressing the head of his cock against your lips. “Open up.”

In a daze and your orgasm not even over yet, you open your mouth and he shoves himself inside, his dick filling your mouth with cum while your pussy is left neglected and contracting around nothing. You move a hand between your legs and rub yourself furiously, the abandoned orgasm quickly rolling into a new one. You gasp from the sharp spike in pleasure then you close your lips around his head before he can take it out of your mouth, sucking dutifully on it and milking out every last drop of his cum. But before you can spit it out, Jungkook grabs your jaw and forces your mouth closed, “Be a good noona and swallow my cum.”

You don’t know why you are so weak against the boy but you immediately obey, swallowing back the bitterness and opening your mouth again when Jungkook digs his fingers into your cheeks, wanting to make sure that you've listened. Satisfied with your empty mouth, he prods his thumb inside and moans, “I’ve always wanted to do that. Every time you’d yell and shout at me, I’d want nothing other than to pin you down and stuff my cock into your mouth to shut you up till cum and saliva are dribbling down your chin. Man, just thinking about it is making me hard again.”

You frown, pushing the cocky boy away and sitting up. “Hey, just because I agreed to swallow your nasty cum this time doesn’t mean you can talk to me this way.”

"Why? You prefer when I'm all cute and submissive? And you say you won't be with me because I'm young." He snickers, tongue poking out and teasing lewdly along his lips. "I don't mind either way as long as I get to eat you out and fuck you again. Or you fuck me. It's all good."

"You little..." You grab him in a chokehold that he easily brushes off in a fit of giggles, pinning you to the bed and giving your lips a quick peck. "I really do love you, noona. Will you be with me?"

He stares down at you, a timid and fearful look marring his doe eyes as he undoubtedly questions whether what you've told him before was just said in a moment of passion and that you'd take it back now that you've gotten what you wanted.  You hurry to ease his worries, "I love you too, Jungkook, and nothing would make me more happy than being with you."

"Even if I'm younger than you?"

"You love me and I love you. That's all that matters, don't you think?" You caress his cheek and watch with a thumping heart as his bunny grin takes up his entire face.

He grabs your hand with his own and moves it towards his mouth, tenderly kissing your palm. "Yeah."

Author’s Note: Feedback is always welcome