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Love Me Lights Out (Jeon Wonwoo x Reader)

Wonwoo shook the planet with his iconic MAMA 2019 entrance — blue hair, red robe, dark evil gaze, and soul-crushing voice. He held a different type of power that day, holding you like putty in his hands in total surrender.

His possessive side was on full display when a certain someone got a little too close to you during the intimate and private after-party.

This can be read as stand-alone fic but this happened within Love in Vinyl universe/timeline. I highly recommend you give that a read. 💜

Note: Wonwoo x producer!reader, smut, explicit smut, dom/sub themes, AU, established relationship, penetration, oral (m and f receiving), fingering, overstimulation, multiple big Os, unprotected sex, fluff, unedited, 18+ Series: Love in Vinyl Inspired by John Mayer's rendition of XO.

Ready for it? 'Cause I am. Dear reader, here is the next part of our Love in Vinyl series. Thank you for giving your love to LIV, darlings. Who wouldn't love to see Wonwoo's possessive side? Shameless, explicit smut, everyone. Some dom/sub themes, reader was weak and whipped for Wonwoo's gentle dominance. Plus some tooth-rotting fluff bonus ending. 😌💜 Yuletide and In the Soop 2 shots coming soon, darlings.

I pour my blood, sweat, tears, and delulu dusts to write this. Please help me protect my work while reaching more delulu darlings who may find escape here, too. 💜 Word count: 7,360 Cross-Posted on AO3

Your love is bright as ever Even in the shadows Baby, kiss me Before they turn the lights out Your heart is glowing And I'm crashing into you Baby, kiss me kiss me Before they turn the lights out Before they turn the lights out Baby, love me lights out In the darkest night I'll search through the crowd, Your face is all that I see I'll give you everything Baby, love me lights out Baby, love me lights out We don't have forever Baby, daylight's wasting You better kiss me Before our time has run out Nobody sees what we see They're just hopelessly gazing Baby, take me take me Before they turn the lights out Before time has run out Baby, love me lights out I love you like XO You love me like XO You kill me, girl, XO You love me like XO In the darkest night I'll search through the crowd, Your face is all that I see I'll give you everything Baby, love me lights out You can turn my lights out

Manic. That's always your answer whenever junior producers ask you what awards shows are like based from your experience.

That year, you expected it to be different in various ways. 2019 was the year when K-Pop continued growing its footprint and reaching global scale, one group at a time. The year changed the trajectory of how k-pop was perceived and received especially with western audiences, and you saw it first hand.

Over the past six years, you had always been present behind the scene with BTS as they painstakingly conquered these awards shows, culminating their effort and hardwork during such tedious times. You shared tears and joys with them, especially during MAMA 2018 when they gave such powerful reminder on how tough the industry could be. Hoshi and Seungkwan even shared with you that they were fighting back tears especially when J-Hope started crying during the speech. You knew how much Seventeen could relate to BTS and you also saw how BTS also supported Seventeen during their starting years, given that their roots were alike - both groups were self-made, both were their respective company's saving grace.

BTS used to practice in dank, murky practice room that was often flooded, while Seventeen used to tape regular earphones so they could have make-shift in-ear monitors during their first performances. Both groups conquered those adversaries, started from rock bottom and climbed their way to the top with Blood, Sweat, and Tears. You could not be more proud to see those groups you love shine in one stage once more.

December was for awards shows and both sides of your coin were busy with their respective performances, with BTS ending their last leg of Love Yourself tour and Seventeen ending the first leg of their Ode to You tour.

You were just supposed to just be in the audience that day, hoping to just enjoy and watch the show without working. You were excited to watch their performances after seeing glimpse of it during rehearsals and you really needed your break already.

You requested the month off few months before, knowing just how restless the year was for you as part of the creatives team of these groups. While your job was mainly around their variety contents and documentaries, supporting touring groups also meant you were flying across the globe when needed, too. Apart from that, it was already apparent that the acquisition would be made formal and official the following year - it was long time coming. You already assumed backlash would happen and as someone who already faced such with BTS alone, the artists' welfare was always your top priority. Business decisions would be made, but you were determined to ensure that Seventeen would feel even more at home with your plans for the following year. You knew that the creatives and think-tank would be required to work twice as hard to ensure that contents and shows would be even grander both for the artists and the fans.

Your supposed break during MAMA 2019, however, did not come into fruition. You received a call from one of BTS' senior producers a week prior and pleaded you to cover for him during the show to film and produce the behind the scene of the show for BTS. The producer had to take time off as his wife had to give birth prematurely and you did not have the heart to deny the request. So, you brought your work stuff along with you and flew to Nagoya two days prior the show without telling your boyfriend that he might just see you spinning in the backstage.

Your call time for the show was at 7:00 AM. With various performances, it was pivotal to have everyone around and ready before the rehearsals and pre-show shoots commence.

You arrived just in the nick of time, already huddled with your assigned camera directors and assistant producer to discuss how things should run. You spent the whole night reviewing the production guide sent to you and polishing it with the timelines of that day's show so there would be smoother coverage and to avoid causing too much distraction during the busy day.

BTS arrived an hour later so they can prepare under their make-up chairs while the show floor directors were instructing everyone. You remained quietly hiding on the side, typing away and monitoring the footages being taken by one of your cameramen. Once the show's PD left, finally revealed youself earning a booming scream from Hoseok who was shocked to see you there. The team held you one by one, saying they missed you as the last time they saw you last was early October.

"Happy birthday, WWH!" You greeted when Jin entered the dressing room after washing up.

"Woaaah!! What are you doing here? Are you here to film? Waaah, you can't make me do silly things today it's my birthday." The man exclaimed, followed by his windshield wiper laugh and gave you a quick hug.

Your presence was always familiar so being there was business as usual, seven years and counting.

Wonwoo messaged you a little later saying that they were already on the way to the venue and that he was excited to see you in the audience. You spent the whole night talking on the phone with him thinking your flight was in the morning of that day. Little did he know, you were already in the venue working your ass off.

Nothing can ever match how loud Seventeen is. When they arrived, everyone knew it was them, hollering in the background as they greeted everyone with such bright, contagious energy and entered their dressing room across BTS'.

You excused yourself from your team so you can greet your other family, silently walking towards their dressing room, index finger on your lips to shush the others who saw you to stay quiet as you approached your blue-haired man leaning against the door frame. He was busy typing on his phone, eyes still heavy as he rubbed them while yawning. Your phone vibrated and a messaged flashed on the screen.

"We're here, baby. See you later."

You held back a chuckle. Finally standing behind him, you answered his message by muttering a cheerful, "I know."

Wonwoo turned in a flash, eyes widening and hand covering his mouth when he saw you standing there. "Woah!"

"Good morning, babe." Wide smile painted your face at his reaction.

"H-how?" He inquired, heart fluttering at your presence as he held your hand and pulled you inside the dressing room, waving at the other members who were also surprised you were there.

"Had to cover for a PD due to an emergency."

"I thought you would be in the audience!" He spoke softly, shoulders drooping slightly when he finally engulfed you in a tight hug after a week of not seeing each other.

You just chuckled when he asked you a week prior why you did not book the same hotel as them, and you just made up some silly excuse saying it was for the whole 'audience' experience. They were in the same hotel with BTS and some other artists, and you were just in the hotel a block away, essentially cooped up in your room to avoid running into anyone of them before your surprise.

"I missed you. I am happy you're here."

"I missed you too."

You returned his hug and stole a quick peck on his lips while everyone was busy. "I'll still be in the audience once you're on stage." You winked at him and his heartthrob smile widened as he let you go.

"I'll look for you in the crowd, baby. I'll have my eyes on you alone."

He smirked.

Dangerously.

Seventeen was part of the last artists to perform, with only two performances between them and BTS. It gave you ample time to get a camera so you can go where the camera directors in front of the main stage were and watch Seventeen's performance, as promised.

Shivers ran down your spine at the chilling entrance, even when they hadn't even started the performance yet. You saw them rehearse couple of times, but somehow, everything felt new. The crowd went wild with ear splitting screams when the music finally started.

It was a dark opening, hooded figures in red with one person on the spotlight - Wonwoo. Despite his robe, you could see his broad shoulders and notice the way he ascended the stairs with such a different vibe and aura especially when he pulled down the hood, revealing himself.

You saw that in rehearsals, but somehow you were taken into another world. His eyes were cold as ice, staring sharply into the audience as he bit and crushed the candied rose. He held an intense gaze as he devoured the intro with his deep, raspy voice, officially opening their ensemble.

Wonwoo captured your attention throughout the whole performance effortlessly, even meeting his eyes from time to time as he smirked at you. You were helplessly drawn to his magnetic aura and familiar warmth and sensation filled your body. He was scrochingly and devilishly handsome as they broke the stage.

When their performance ended, Wonwoo saw you backstage gave you yet another salacious smirk as he retreated to the dressing room.

Such power he held over you.

Two bottles of ice-cold water did nothing to quench your unexplainable thirst.

To say that you were on an emotional high during the show was an understatement. You were ecstatic over the wins of BTS and Seventeen, quite teary even, because you had seen just how massive their successes were which were all very much deserved after their years and years of hardwork. Then, you were blown away by their performances, and of course, your boyfriend's stage presence.

After the award show, Jungkook and Mingyu hosted and organised an intimate and private party, and BTS, SVT, and only very few other groups and colleagues were there.

After freshening up in your hotel, you arrived at the luxurious and private roof deck bar where the party was, donning a simple black dress and a pair of comfortable heels. It was rare for them to see you all glammed up, given that as a PD, you were constantly in sneakers and comfortable clothing so running around was easier. Wonwoo could not wipe the smile off his face upon seeing you all dressed up for the party, as if mesmerized by you.

BTS, Seventeen, and some of their friends mingled and drank merrily. Jungkook and Mingyu were goofing around like bunch of kids. Yoongi and Woozi were talking about music looking like twins. Joshua, Jeonghan, and Seungcheol were with Taehyung and Jimin catching up while the others were chilling or catching up with the staff members. It was a joy to see them like that, even Wonwoo was laughing around and comfortable with them.

You noticed however that birthday boy was quiet in the corner of the banquet. Being an introvert, Jin had always found social gatherings quite daunting, just like your boyfriend.

While Wonwoo was busy with his members, you joined Jin by the corner of the banquet hall, drinking your second glass of margarita that day.

"Why are you not socializing? It's supposed to be your birthday."

Jin just shook his head and laughed, saying it was not his forte. And you understood that. You spent some time catching up with him until Jimin approached you, pulling the two of you to the floor to dance.

"I am so tired, Jimin.." you complained but the man just smirked, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Just one song!" He insisted, twirling you around.

Jimin always had that flirtatious flair with everything he does. It was not as though he was flirting with you blatantly, but he always liked making you blush for sure.

"I heard you have a boyfriend, Y/N." His full lips curled up into a smirk as if pleased to have caught you off guard.

"Why? Were you surprised?"

"Mhm, you could say that. You denied me once before." Jimin teased, reminding you of his attempt to woo you years back, and it made you throw your head and chuckle.

"We were too young then."

Jimin just smirked and nodded pulling you closer as you danced with your other friends before you finally freed your self about a minute or two later.

From a distance, though, Wonwoo was intently observing at how Jimin was looking at you, and he did not like it at all. His gaze was poisonous, lethal, even.

You joined the group where your boyfriend was and he immediately looped his arm around your waist and drew you against his side as if showcasing that you were his.

"Hi love," he mumbled, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead which took you aback. He never was that comfortable doing that in front of others before, but you could not deny that the bold gesture made your heart flutter.

"Hey. You drank a lot already."

"No, not yet." He smirked down at you, his attention solely on you as he rubbed your back gently. "You having fun? Or are you tired and want to go home?"

One of the many things you love about Wonwoo is that he is always sensible. He has always been sensitive about how you are feeling because he pays attention to you and somehow naturally senses how you feel.

You smiled up at him and pressed your body closer to him.

"Maybe we can leave earlier? You had a long day." He added, tucking a strand of your loose hair behind your ear and caressing your face. Such unusual gesture from him, especially in front of your friends and other people though they were busy. At one point however, Wonwoo shifted his gaze and you were in the right mind to follow its direction. That was when you finally realized it - Wonwoo was looking at Jimin who was watching the two of you, and he was asserting his edge on the situation. Your boyfriend's innate possessive side got triggered with how flirty Jimin was with you earlier, one thing you should've considered sooner.

"I'd love that." You answered, wrapping your arm around his back as well, as if a silent reminder to ease the building storm inside him.

Few moments later, you had to excuse yourself so you can go to the empty ladies room, only for Wonwoo to tail behind you quietly.

Wonwoo stood up from the leaned position he was in against the wall as he waited and walked up to you when you left that bathroom. He placed his hands on your shoulders slightly and pushed you playfully back inside, guiding you into a cubicle, locking the door behind you as he snaked his hands over the fabric of your dress, placing his forehead lightly against yours.

"Hey! We might get caught!" You shushed, looking him with wide eyes as your knees wobbled from his gentle teasing.

"Don't pretend like you don't know I've wanted to get you alone since this morning." He whispered softly as he placed a trail of kisses over your skin, from your cheeks and down your neck before capturing your lips in a searing kiss. "And it seems like it's not just me who wants you." His voice muffled against his demanding kiss which made you melt against his arms which were looped around you possessively.

"What are you talking about?"

"Come on, babe. You know what I am talking about." He growled under his breath, chasing your lips for more when you started pulling away slightly, pressing your hands against his chest.

"Baby. Babe... listen."

He just gave you a cheeky smirk, chuckling at the worried look on your face as you wiped your smeared lipstick off his lips.

"Hm?"

"Wonwoo."

He arched his brow, "What?"

"It's too risky here!" You basically pleaded, arms wrapping around his shoulders, caressing the back of his neck. Nodding and surrending, he pecked your lips hard one last time before pulling away.

Wonwoo understood. Despite being open about your relationship among your friends and colleagues, your number one goal was to avoid any rumour or scandal especially that you were not within your private space where you can do anything you want.

"I'll go first. You need to fix your lipstick." He teased, opening the door of the cubicle for you.

"Yeah, thanks for that."

You rolled you eyes and watched him check the corridor to ensure the coast was clear before leaving you in the ladies room and returning to the banquet.

Releasing the pent-up breath you had been holding, you fanned yourself and looked at your flushed face and messed-up makeup from the mirror.

You were unsure what your boyfriend consumed that day that made him ever brazen.

Maybe it was the rose.

After trying your best to retouch post the encounter in the bathroom, you joined the group, sitting beside your boyfriend who was already yawning. One by one the people were already dispersing so Wonwoo took that opportunity to say goodbye, and you also did. You greeted and hugged everyone, including Jimin, who held you a little tighter as if trying to provoke Wonwoo even more with his playful antics. You knew it was nothing but you pulled away and shook your head at him.

"Let's go, Y/N." Wonwoo held out his hand and twined it with yours, and, despite the stern expression of his face, gave Jimin a courteous nod.

One of their managers and a security personnel were assigned to drive you back to the hotel where they were staying, and you were really impressed by the level of security and privacy hotels like that offered.

"We need to book another room, I share with Mingyu." Wonwoo spoke when you settled inside the car.

You smirked at him, waved your spare keycard, and gave it to him. "Done."

You somehow expected this even before the show, so you also paid for a room reservation online a day before your arrival, and checked in a few things there before going to your other hotel. You checked out of the hotel you stayed in and transferred some of your belongings to your room in their hotel before heading to the party that night.

Smirking in delight, he took the keycard and leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear, "That's my good girl."

You entered the hotel separately with him guided to his room by his manager and you going straight into yours. You gave him the spare keycard anyway in case he decides to visit you, which you were looking forward to, if you were being completely honest.

When you entered your room, you quickly went to the bathroom to run the hot water for a much needed shower after that long day of work.

You turned the shower on and adjusted the setting, running your hands under the cascading water to check the temperature. Almost immediately, your whole body ached to feel the soothing warm water and you even hummed in excitement.

Turning to undress, you jumped upon seeing your boyfriend by the door of the bathroom, eyes dark and wanting as he watched you.

"What the hell, Wonwoo! You'd give me a heart attack!" You exclaimed, clutching your chest while he only grinned at you.

Mischief and danger hid behind that smile he gave as he locked the bathroom door and stood behind you, meeting your gaze in the slightly fogged up mirror.

"Let me help you with that," He mumbled under his breath as lips hovered against your skin when he took the clasp of the necklace you were removing form your hand.

All the while, he was staring intently at you, his usual warm almond eyes were sharp and a lopsided smirk tugged against the corner of his lips. He was teasing you, playing with fire and fuelling yours.

He reached behind you and placed the necklace on the countertop, bracing himself against the cold marble and caging you in between his arms.

Then, he crashed his lips against yours, roughly, like he never did before.

Your knees were weak and as if under a spell, you were in complete surrender, wrapping your arms around him when he tilted your head by your chin and plundered your mouth with his tongue, deepening the kiss and making you want more.

Whimpers left your lips when he sucked your lower lip then pulled away with a loud smacking sound.

"Take your clothes off for me, baby." He ordered, stepping back and watching you. "Go on, don't make me wait.

Those words coming from such perfect face and deep voice, were hypnotizing enough, making you obey without a word. Still looking at his eyes, you fiddled the hem of your dress and peeled it off, leaving you in your matching light blue undergarments.

"Seems like you've been waiting for me all day, too, love." He growled at the sight of you in his favourite colour, seizing you against his body before and tracing kisses down to the valleys of your breasts and then towards your lips once again.

"Now be a good girl and undress me." He mumbled against your lips, not letting you go as you unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his body. Then, you worked on his belt, button, and zipper, letting his pants pool into his feet which he quickly kicked away.

He shoved you inside the glass partition under the shower head with your body glued together, his lips finding purchase against your skin, making your core throb with a familiar ache.

Wonwoo pinned you against the cold, tiled wall and snaked his hand inside your panties, feeling your wet, warm core as his middle and ring fingers circled your sensitive nub. He was eager. As if wanting to prove something with his sudden brute force.

"My needy girl... so wet and I haven't even done anything..."

"W-wonwoo -" You stuttered, gripping against his biceps trying to steady yourself from his sudden teasing.

"Who are you this wet for, Y/N?"

You whimpered when he paused, making your knees buckle and thigh press together.

"Baby please..."

"So needy..." He growled, using his other hand to dip and pull a cup of your bra, and then sucked your taut, aching nipple.

"S-shit!"

"Mmm."

You quivered, eyes closed as you tried keeping your pleasure at bay, which was impossible when his fingers started teasing your slit with gentle strokes towards your clit.

"Look at me in the eyes and tell me who this is for..."

You met his lustful gaze and gulped, "Y-you."

"Say it... say who makes you shiver with need." He licked his lower lip as he pressed his fingers against your pulsating clit. He was enjoying his power play, you could see the way his eyes darkened as you shivered from his relentless teasing.

"Wonwoo... you Wonwoo... Please."

"Yeah... I am the only one that can make you this wet and needy, right?"

"Yes, just you..." You nodded eagerly, closing your eyes and crying out as he went down on his knees, ripped your panties, and finally devoured your aching, dripping core as water cascaded against your bodies.

"My good girl... don't hold back, baby, let me hear you."

He did not need to tell you. Moans and whimpers left your lips at his expert teasing, sucking and licking your sensitive bud. His tongue lapped at your core, tracing your entrance repeatedly and then drawing figure-eights against your clit while pushing his fingers inside you, curling and searching for that erogenous zone that always made you squirm in pleasure.

His moans were muffled against your sex when your climax coursed through your body quicker than you anticipated, making you nearly lose your balance as you cried out his name.

"Fucking hell..." You slurred, catching your breath and steadying yourself from the sudden outburst of pleasure.

Wonwoo looked pleased - he had his proud smile when he rose and kissed you, squeezing your ass and pressing your close to him.

"We're not done yet." He said with such ease before ever so casually reaching for the shampoo bottle and started washing your bodies as you came down from your high.

Wonwoo lathered your shower gel against your body in the most sensual, teasing way possible. His hand glided through your skin, massaged your breasts and tweaked your nipples, and caressed down to your stomach, your core, and your aching limbs. Every second was intentional seduction, keeping you on the verge with desire.

He allowed you to do the same, palming his whole body down to his hard shaft, pumping him up and down with your soapy hand which made him twitch against your touch until he could take it no longer. He rinsed your bodies with such urgency and once done, pushed your naked body towards the room and the bed.

"Sit." He commanded. Droplets of water trickled against your skin from your still soaked hair as he stood before you and as you pat your body with a towel, then squeezed water from your hair.

He took the towel from you and threw it away, then grabbed your hair to force your head upwards when he leaned in to ravage your mouth with ardent kisses.

Need once again simmered inside you and you reached out for him, wanting to feel him closer and relieve whatever ache he was causing. He drew away and stood in between your legs, his shaft standing long and hard in front of you.

"See what you do to me, Y/N?" He asked, holding the back of your head as you looked up at him and nodded. Your mouth watered at the sight of his beautiful, perfect cock all erect for you. Your core throbbed, needing him so bad.

"Let me see what your pretty little mouth can do."

You normally know what to say but seeing his dominant side made you tongue-tied. While there were rough encounters since your first time, Wonwoo rarely talked in such a manner. He was always a man of few words but eager actions, even in bed. He rarely even cursed but he seemed to do whenever you were in the throes of passion. This time showed a side of him you were already becoming drawn to, evident with the way you seem to surrender under his control so easily.

Eyes peering at him, you licked his polished length from base to tip, running your tongue around the bulbous head of his sizable cock. You slowly took him deep inside your warm mouth, eliciting a loud groan from him.

"Fuck, that's my good girl..." He moaned, looking down at you and pushing your head further down his length so you can take him deeper. "More baby... let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours..."

Carnal desire awakened inside him when he saw you like that, both hands gripping the base and massaging his sacs, as he hit your throat while you bob your head up and down his needy cock. Your eyes watered as you gagged, but it only seemed to further entice him. He tightened his grip on your hair as he increased the pace, your eyes still focused on him as you heed his commands.

"You look so good taking me like that, letting me fuck your mouth... ah such good girl." He panted for air, hips thrusting one last time before pulling away. Watching you wipe your mouth, he beckoned you to stand and kissed you before turning you around to face the bed.

"On your hands and knees for me, baby." He mumbled, lips brushing against your ear as he shoved you flat in your tummy back into the bed.

In a blink, you were on all fours in the middle of the bed, heart racing and eagerly ancipating his next move, until a loud, hard spank landed on your ass sending you reeling forward from the impact.

"WON - ah!"

You yelped at the tingling sensation, both pain and pleasure present at the unexpected action, making you bury your face against the cloudlike pillows. Your mind was still processing the flicker of pain and pleasure, when the bed dipped and you felt fevered kisses against your shoulders, tracing down to your spine, and towards your still numb and tingling rear.

Wonwoo kept complete focus on you and your pleasure as he parted your knees and his tongue swirled and danced around your clit, feeling you move against him as he continued to bury his face between your thighs and grip your rear. A few more teasing motions with his tongue against your pleasure spots, he dove his tongue between your folds, exploring the depth of your core as your essence ran down his mouth like an addicting nectar. His forcefulness built as he pulled you closer towards his mouth, earning whimpers of his name to escape your lips, muffled by the soft sheets you were biting into.

"I want everyone to know you're mine." He stated again as he continued to taste you against his tongue, fingers stimulating your core until you were trembling once more.

The pleasure and his eagerness were slowly driving you over the edge, getting closer and closer to that glorious climax... until he pulled away.

"Wonwoo fuck!" Intense ache throbbed inside you at the unfulfilled bliss that was still at bay when he hauled you once again, yanking your weak body until you were on your back.

Wonwoo grinned down at you, running his hand over your body, tweaking your nipples while the other thumbed your engorged bundle of nerves.

"Won- hurts... mm... need to..." You arched your body against his touch as needs boiled inside you, aching for that high only he can provide.

He watched you so weak for pleasure under him, but he wanted so much more. He lifted one of your legs and placed dove-like kisses on your shin and down to the inside of your thighs. You jolted.

"Please... baby..."

"What do you want?" His lips hovered on your navel as he looked up at you. "You have to tell me..."

You swallowed the tears pooling in your throat, trying to hold out as much as you can, "I want... need you to... make me cum... please..."

He smirked. "That's my good girl."

Wonwoo dove to your core once more, fingers slipping inside your soaked cave and began to massage your sweet spots as his tongue continued to flick in quick motions against your clit. He would only be satisfied until he felt you shaking and making a mess of the silk linens that adorned the bed. His eyes looked up at you overcome with pleasure, a view that he would never tire of.

"Oh, baby... please mm.. so close..."

Your sounds of encouragement was music to his ears as you wriggled at his actions, feeling your core seeping with excitement over his fingers and dripping down his knuckles as he kept his consistent pace. Your legs delicately wrapping around his broad shoulders built anticipation as he craved to watch you explode in pleasure once more.

"Give it to me, baby." He growled, stroking that velvety spot inside your walls eagerly.

"W-WONWOO —"

You wailed and convulsed as a ferocious orgasm rocked through your body, the extent of your bliss filling you from head to toe.

"Holy... fuck!"

My good girl... you came so hard..."

Wonwoo filled your face with kisses as you came down from your high, hovering over you in between your thighs and wrapping them around his hips. He shifted the both of you to your side facing each other, with his arm supporting your head safely. He eliminated the space between your bodies and kept your legs around him, gripping your rear as he kissed you fervently.

"You're mine." He declared, staring intently at you and caressing your face. While his eyes were still dark with lust, you saw a twinkle of affection and unadulterated emotions behind them that made your stomach flutter.

"Say it baby... that you are mine and no one else's."

"I am yours, Jeon Wonwoo. Only yours."

He smiled at the certainty in your voice. There was never a doubt about it, but Wonwoo always loved hearing you say it and you always loved reminding him. Unable to wait any longer, he kissed you, lined himself in your heated entrance, and sank in deep.

And raw.

For the first time ever.

You nearly lost your mind.

You never thought making love with Wonwoo could be any more indescribable, but here you were, feeling every ridge and friction of his perfect manhood as he stretched and filled you raw over and over again.

"Fuck so tight... my sweet pussy... mine..." He crooned in his euphoric state, eyes closed as he gripped your rear and bucked, pushing himself impossibly deep inside your hot core. "You're mine, Y/N...just mine... Jimin can never have you... no one else can... mine..."

You drew away slightly to watch him, pondering on his words until you realized it. There was jealousy in the mix. While it has been a while since your last intimate encounter leading to pent up needs, his possessive side was also on an all-time high that day, hence, the dominance and the power play. It sent electric shock to your core watching him take you and hold you possessively - his eyes closed, brows knitted, and lips agape. He looked so good it should be illegal.

"I am yours, just yours Wonwoo." You whispered and kissed him lovingly, pouring out your emotions in that exchange. His pace increased as the slapping of your skin, the squelching of his cock, and the sounds of your groans and whimpers created music against the night.

You were in sync - mind, body, heart, and soul.

"I will fill you up so good, baby."

"Ugh yes - please... fuck me..."

Wonwoo savoured the feeling of your hot, velvety walls clamping around him without barriers as he hammered into you. His fingers buried against the soft flesh of your rear, squeezing you hard as he guided you to meet his every thrust.

"You want it, baby? You me to fuck you... full?"

His words were broken up between lowly moans against your lips as he pressed his forehead against yours, his hips slowing down and sensually rolling so he could feel every inch that he filled inside of you. His thrusts became slightly rougher as he pounded himself inside of you deeply, as if carving every inch of your walls as his. "Will fuck you so good baby... fill you up..."

Your body arched, revelling at the feeling of his huge length inside you, earning a loud moan as he took you wholly. He watched you lean back and as you did so one of his hands gripped your breasts, pinching and pulling on your erect buds while he wrapped his lips around the other, suckling and wanting to satisfy and please you as he picked up the pace.

"Wonwoo... I'm... ugh—" He landed another harsh smack against your ass sending a zing of pleasure straight to your core.

"Go on, baby. Be a good girl and make a mess for me." He hushed as he trailed open mouthed kisses against your neck and jawline and then your lips, tongue delving inside your mouth.

Wonwoo jerked his hips, pulled away completely and then breached your walls again. Hard. He flicked your clit with his fingers and orgasm blasted through you, scorching every single cell of your body.

You moaned his name, again and again, clinging onto him as his flesh continued ramming inside you while your walls molded around him tighter and tighter with your release.

"One more, baby. I want more." Wonwoo stiffled against your skin, as he bit and nibbled the sweet spots on your neck and collarbone. The feeling of your walls around him skin to skin, was like a drug to him, or a craving that he never knew he had all along making him greedy for more.

"Fuck... c-can't baby." You whimpered, high and overstimulated as he captured your lips in a passionate kiss.

"Yes you can. For me... yeah? Come for me once more... you can do it, baby."

Wonwoo purred, pushing you on your back, your hips propped up on a pillow as he knelt caged between your thighs and impaled you once more with a hard, determined thrust. Your drenched core coated his cock, making it even easier for him to glide in and out of you, no matter how tight you were. The in-drawing sensation of your pussy was driving him insane.

Sheen layer of sweat coated your bodies as you both panted and trembled, your legs wrapped around him and your nails raked against his back while he slammed his hips vigorously, urging both of your release.

"Fuck... my good girl... mm... gonna fill you up..."

"Won- "

"Mine..." He cupped your face and tilted your head so you can look at him in the eyes as he pummeled into you. "I love you... so much."

"Yours, yours... I love you so... much..." You whispered in between puffs of air, tears rolling against your cheek as he snapped his hips faster and rougher, making you cry louder. "Want your -"

"Yes, yes, baby... my good girl. You want me to cum?" He asked, nuzzling and groaning against your neck as you squeezed him in, a foretaste of your impending orgasm. "Tell me.. tell me you want me to cum..."

"I want...you...to cum for me..." You mewled.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Wonwoo kept his pace until his hips stuttered and his cock swelled deep inside you, painting your walls with his thick, hot cum, wailing your name as his body collapsed with the mind-numbing pleasure. Your walls pulsated around him, clamping him in and milking every last drop of his release as you let him bask in his orgasm. "Yes, baby. Take it... Take my cum..." Wonwoo grunted drunkenly, feeling you so close to your release and when he buried his cock deeper with his remaining strength, you finally erupted with a loud wonton cry of ecstacy, toes curling and body shuddering under his weight.

"Wonwoo! Fuck yes! Fuck baby—" You weren't sure how it was possible, but your climax was even longer this time, all-consuming and earth-shattering and Wonwoo felt it rocking through him as you spasmed around him.

"That's it, baby...that's it..." He stiffled against your skin, fingers working on your clit as you surfed the wave of your climax, until you both came down from your glorious high, fully spent and satiated.

Wonwoo kissed you gently as he pulled away, cradling you in his arms softly, protectively when you whined at the empty feeling. "I love you so much... so good to me... let me take care of you, baby.." You could only hum and smile against the kiss.

You weren't sure what was happening few moments later - you were sore, overstimulated, and nearly unconscious. You reckoned you could feel him inside you for days. The next thing you knew, Wonwoo was parting your thighs, wiping your core gently with a warm, damp towel as he let you rest and catch your breath.

"We n-need shower... messy..." You mumbled, and he just chuckled at your state.

"Can you even walk, baby?"

"Hmm, I can. I just need some time."

He crawled towards the bed by your side and cradled your head under his arms and that was when you got to admire how utterly flawless he looked — skin glowing, tips of his nose and ears pink, lips plump and red, blue hair all messed up, and his neck and chest sweat-clad.

"I love you and your jealous ass." You declared, flicking his nose gently. "You know that, right?"

"I do. I love you." He nodded and cupped your face to peck your lips. "Sorry, love. Was I too rough?"

You hummed, looping an arm around him, "Hhmm. It's all good. I kinda liked it."

Wonwoo smirked at you, pleased with himself, and drew you closer, snuggling and savouring the post-coital bliss.

Before the night ended, you found yourselves back in the shower, making yet another mess and screaming each other's name.

BONUS:

It was a random decision on your end. You really weren't supposed to be in the studio as you were on a break which was long overdue, but you were bored and you hadn't seen Wonwoo for about a week. So, you decided to whip up some surprise and buy snacks to surprise the members and the team during the filming of SeungKwan Boo's Past Life Destiny for Going Seventeen 2020.

The team were gathered in a circle when you entered discreetly, all of them still huddled and finding their partners. Hiding with the staff members behind the camera, you saw your boyfriend being rejected several times, with the members teasing him that he doesn't need a partner because he has you anyway. Wonwoo looked extra cuddly that day with his white turtle neck shirt and knitted navy sweaters. He seemingly had high energy, too, like one of the junior producers told you. You loved seeing him like that, playful and excited.

However, you started sensing Wonwoo's slight unease and discomfort after few more failed rounds, and even the head PD that daysaw it, too. So, when he was finally on the chair as the last member to match, the PD requested you to surprise him to lift his mood back up. It was never something you would do during filming, but you felt it was needed that day.

You emerged from behind the cameras and quietly approached him, earning excited reactions from the team.

"No peeking yet, hyung!" Seungkwan exclaimed, with such contagious excitement, standing next to Wonwoo and ensuring he wouldn't turn around just yet.

"Waaah, nice Wonwoo-hyung!" The members cheered and hooted, making Wonwoo even more curious as to who actually came to be his partner.

"Why? Do I have many admirers?" Your boyfriend joked, then turned around, gasping in surprise and delight when saw you beaming and reaching out your hand to him.

"Waaaah!! When did you get here?!" Wonwoo marvelled, nearly falling off the chair while taking your hand and engulfing you in a hug as everyone cheered. You just chuckled and rubbed his back. He held you tight and breathed you in, immediately soothing whatever discomfort he was feeling.

"I bought you guys food." You smiled at him and pushed him back on the chair to resume the filming. He smiled brightly at you, blood rushing to his cheeks as he nodded and finally let you go.

Knowing you were there and right on time as always, his battery became fully-charged once again.

You are there for him, in his brightest days or darkest nights.

And he loves you, in his brightest and darkest moments, too.

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hrts4hanniehae · 9 months

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clutch || five

there are written parts :)

note that the timeline or educations may not add up but just ignore it because i don't have the brain power to sync up THIRTEEN + 1 's education schedules

also!!!! the story begins in the christmas period of 2022!!!! IF THERE ARE YEAR ERRORS IM SO SORRY!!!! i legit can't change it omfg

"so you guys went to vernon's place before coming back?" - wonwoo

"can't risk e/n finding out where yn lives now." - vernon

"you and seungkwan have to be careful too." - dino

"yeah. he's away hosting this netflix show so i'll just look out for myself." - vernon

"he's so annoying..." - yn

"i'll fetch you from work from now on, yn." - wonwoo

dino and vernon turn to look at him in shock. wonwoo? volunteering? to go out of the house? to help someone?

"thanks... i didn't really expect him to become like this..." - yn

no one expected e/n to knock on wonwoo's door while yn and dino were home alone.

hiding in her art room as the knocks got louder, yn and dino began to silently panic.

"where the hell is wonwoo" - yn

"he has a streamer event to attend. i'm going to cry why is he so scary..." - dino

"okay wait go strip and put on your bathroom after wetting ur body or smth then open the door and ask why he's here." - yn

"huh?!" - dino

"fasterpleasegonow." - yn

dino took a deep breath before opening the door. sure enough, it was e/n, who was shocked to see him."

"sorry but does someone named yn ln live here?" - e/n

"sorry who?" - dino

"yn ln. about this tall, (hair colour), (eye colour)..." - e/n

"i don't know anyone like that. sorry. would you mind leaving? this apartment building is off limits to those who don't live here and i don't recognise you." - dino

"... sorry for bothering you." - e/n

dino immediately closes and locks the door once e/n leaves and rushes back to the art room.

"how the hell did he get in without the keycard?" - yn

"probably tailgated someone inside. have you texted wonwoo?" - dino

"he said he was on the way back." - yn

when he got the text from yn, his heart dropped. a simple sentence. "e/n is here. help." he feared the worst. he didn't understand. yn was one of the nicest people he knew, willing to help anyone, hardworking and dedicated. why was she suffering at the hands people like this?

his relief when she texted that she was okay made his legs weak. he barely knew her, but he knew the effort she'd put in to keep a smile on her face.

e/n threatened her peace. and he didn't know why he cared so much, but he did.

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

a/n: i'm sorry it's a little short today but i was tired since i went out to buy albums today. i finally bought my boynextdoor album. and OMG TWS MEMBERS???? based off instant attraction alone... it's me and shinyu against the world.

synopsis: wonwoo is a popular streamer known for his incredible gaming skills and good looks. He turned heads. but he hates the attention. he just wants to play games and earn money. one day he receives a letter. his apartment’s rent has almost doubled. no warnings at all. his current paycheck from streaming can’t shoulder those bills. he has no choice but to rent out his spare room. to who? a fresh art university graduate who has… 1. a stable job ✅ 2. talent for art and sculpting ✅ 3. many friends ❌ 4. social anxiety ✅ 5. no filter ✅ when his iconic cat logo gets copystriked, she comes to the rescue with a new logo for him. when his apartment’s walls start peeling, she fixes it. whatever he used to struggle with… the empty space... was now filled by her. so what does he *last player standing* do when her ex *enemy spotted* tries to take her back? heh. *clutch* he clutches.

inspired by wonwoo's gam3bo1 streams, falling into your smile & gogo squid (has hints of valorant)

pairing: streamer!jeon wonwoo x fem!artist!reader (ft. jeongcheol, soonhoon, junhao, seoksoo, verkwan)

genre: fluff, comfort, slowburn, comfort, pining, bestfriend!minghao

warnings: stalker ex, toxic ex, mentions of abuse, guns (game), cursing, hate comments, panic attacks

started: 28.12.23

ended: ?

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tags! @fairyofhour @megseungmin @sun-daddy-yoriichi @woozixo @euphoric-univers @christinewithluv @haowonbins @ocyeanicc @asyre @cynthiaaax13 @superhoshisvt @bangantokchy @chimmy-bts @angelarin @daisawa @writingbarnes @jeonghansshitester

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beautifulpersonpeach · 11 months

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Jungkook has blown me away with his vocal work on this album. It’s so good. He’s so good. He’s earned the moniker of “Golden” and I’m not even trying to gas him up. I was apprehensive going into the project, but the songs I suspected I was going to like (Standing Next to You and Please Don’t Change), I really like. And some songs I thought I’d hate (Yes or No and Shot Glass of Tears), I genuinely love.

Golden is pure pop excellence. Many of the songs are songs we’ve heard before, but they are songs that were so memorable and iconic they held the world in their clutches at various points in the last 20 years. They’re songs that were popular for a good reason, and that’s what makes Golden a pure pop delight. It collects all the best expressions of classic popular music in one immaculate package, and we get to hear these songs in Jungkook’s beautiful vocals.

Jeon Jungkook has done such a good job.

With Golden finally here, I feel vindicated in being an ARMY. Every member has produced an album with solidly good music, showcasing their craft at some of the highest levels, resulting in a body of work that is worth every award and accolade there is. Every member has earned their spot as a member of BTS. They’ve all got the goods: the talent, the vision, the grit, and I’m so fucking proud.

#Jungkook #jeon jungkook #golden #bts chapter 2 #bts solo careers

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rebelangelsims · 4 months

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Hello Everyone I'm Rebelangelsims and this is my sim Edith who you will get to know quite well as she is the icon for my simblr, her story has changed a lot since she was made and we are currently revamping her backstory/storyline but she is a model and a witch.

I have a few ocs who are connected to her and her story; oh and she is recently married to Jeon Min-Joon. I am a writer but I don't do sim stories anymore.

My asks are always open and I love to talk about my ocs

I do have a couple of side blogs that are all link on my simblr along with a now outdated oc info page.

And a little about me is I'm a 97 liner (Jung Kook and I have a day apart of our birthdays) I'm a huge fan of BTS and I will use gifs specially BTS gifs, other then sims I play Legend Of Zelda, Fallout (Mainly 4), Cyberpunk 2077 and Resident Evil.

And I think that's it? Yeah nice to meet you all new followers

#introduction post #new followers so....#now thinking about it I need to fix the oc info page #I don't wanna

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stormblessed95 · 1 year

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Hello storm,

‘JEON JIMIN’ - people are saying this is a meme that only army understands. Sorry I am a baby army, I searched online but couldn’t find what the meme is about. Would you mind telling me? Thank you!

I'm pretty sure it's from when a fan (shipper?) screamed "Jeon Jimin" at Jimin when he was in a car and he turned to look at her with a 😑 face

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It's debated on if she shouted "Jeon Jimin" or "Hey Jimin!" (Yah Jimin! Like when someone shouts for you in a more angry tone) Though too. Which could also trigger a smiliar reaction in a 😑 response from Jimin lol. So something to keep in mind too, idk which way you hear it.

Honestly, for me, I'm not a fan of the whole thing, it's not quite the same thing as a regular ship name where the names are combined in a more interlocking way rather than a family name and given name of 2 different people put together. So it seems extra shippy instead of just shipping a unit together... if that makes ANY sense lol. Maybe thats a double standard for me. 🤔 Lowkey just rubs me the wrong the way, but that's just me. Idk about it being a meme, I guess, in the way that people view it as an iconic reaction from Jimin TO such a shout. So maybe it just rubs me wrong because from what I know about the Korean culture and how they value their family names and those don't change in a relationship/marriage so its possible I'm being overly sensitive to a joke. But that's fine, not every joke (or meme) has to land for every person. 🤷🏻‍♀️ Because they all clearly didn't mind teasing and joking about Jungkook with a different name during that one RUN episode too. Whether they were guessing it as Park or Kim or whatever else they threw out as an option. Lol so who knows! But I do believe it originates from that fancam and from that one fan and because of Jimin reacting to it, regardless of it was "Jeon" or "hey". Which came from 180514 at the airport

Original video and source too:

Hope that helps you! And I know you didn't ask for my opinion. Just a source, lol but oh well! And if this isn't where that comes from, someone please feel free to correct me and send in the right source! 💜

#jikook #kookmin #jeon jimin #shipping discourse

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koogificrecs · 2 years

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Jeon Jungkook Fic Recs

Idolverse

Either Side of Sunrise by knjsagustd [On-going] OC actress and Jungkook get to know each other via text and eventual meeting.

Revival by IrisEdana [31k On-Going] Becoming Jungkook's personal medical staff and more than that

Timestamps by bonny-kookoo (4 Ch. series) Short, fluffy & realistic. Foreigner OC with boyfriend koo navigating their first time together after only online dating.

Reunited Exes

Our Beloved Summer by Jeonqkooks [On-going] College first-loves reunite when unexpectedly asked to work on an album. Lots of angst and mystery surrounding the breakup, oblivious JK, traumatized OC, incredibly well written.

Supernova by Jeonqkooks OC breaks up with JK to prevent future resentment, only for that not to matter years later, after his success. Optimistic open ending.

Lose Somebody by kooala (26k) Camping with your ex never ends well. Except when it ends REALLY well. They Dont love you like I Love You by yeojaa (3 Ch. series) Idiots in love who can't get over each other

Supernova by Jeonqkooks (4 Ch. series) Poetic, dramatic, emotional and cry worthy. Classic 'cant live without you' but written so beautifully

DILF

Long Way Home by sparklingchim [On-going] Mutually in love with best friend and single dad Jungkook and baby Nabi, lots of denial and angst.

Friends to Lovers

Strictly Platonic by Jeonqkooks (19.4k) Touchy best friends lead to feelings and fake dating during college inevitably leads to realizations. Cliche in the best way possible.

Mutual Help by personasintro [500k on-going] No explanation needed..... iconic. Messy. Smutty.

Finders Keep Hers by yeojaa (3 Ch. series) Fuckboy JK confesses. Super poetic and smutty

Are you Going to Stay? by hollyhomburg (6.4k) Idol Jungkook and best friend OC reunite after a year apart after complicating things

A Normal Wednesday by casuallyimagining (one-shot) Drunk Jungkook confesses something that sober Jungkook has to reckon with

Comfort

Until Then by jeonqkooks (1.5k) Soft boyfriend JK comforting OC from a breakdown

Support by casuallyimagining (one-shot) Jungkook shows up at your door after a difficult day at rehearsal. Short and fluffy, typical idiot best friends in the unspoken more-than-friend zone.

Enemies to Lovers By Its Cover by gimmesumsuga (21k) Bad first impressions but feelings build over time. Not super angsty, just some trope-y fluff and decent smut.

Childhood Friends

Get The Right Vibe by mookie4ever (2.8k) Young friends discovering their sexuality together

Falling Skies by fortunexkookie (50k series) Navagating love and grief together, super angsty, may have legit changed my life

A Thousand Reasons Why by Taegularities (43k) A sweet rekindling at your best friends wedding

Navy by jjkfire (17k) Childhood friends who dreamt of making it big, only Jungkook leaves to join BTS and OC takes the traditional path. Angst, realistic plot, a good precursor but open ended.

Sugar High by Yeojaa (16 Ch. series 33.3k) Idiots in love, slow burn, angst and fluff. Bottled up feelings until it explodes, happy ending.

College

United You Were Mine by wnderkoo [On-going] college FWB, a mistake that keeps happening, whoops!

It's Complicated / Troubled Lovers

Photographs by honeyedhoseok (one-shot) Situationship with a sweet and confused Kookie wondering where his love is

Idol Hands by bonvoyagenoona (58k) Actress Noona and JK end up in a fake-dating-for-publicity arrangement and a love triangle with Namjoon makes it even more complicated

Soulmates

How Long Will We Fall by jiminrings (14k) Best friends who hide their soul mate initials on their fingers. Fuckboy JK doesn't want anything to do with it until it's too late

#BTSficrecs #jungkookficrecs

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snoooze · 3 years

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#jeon chang ha #kactor icons #bl actors #jeon chang ha icons #ulzzang icons #first love again #korean icons #asian icons #changha icons #korean actor icons

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imsadstuff · 3 years

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he's the love of my life

#he can really change his look a lot with just the hair #and that piercing has to be real #bts #bts fluff #bts pics #bts pictures #bts memes #kpop memes #bts incorrect quotes #jungkook fluff #bts jungkook #jeon jungkook #bts icons #jungkook icons #kpop #kpop icons

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pantoneyoongi · 2 years

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01 || hot chocolate with the mini marshmallows

series ; in love with love (with you) description ; you’re a romantic. jungkook? jungkook is not.

chapter 01 ; hot chocolate with the mini marshmallows prev || next

word count ; 2.6k

tags ; office!au / coworkers!au, frenemies to lovers, jungkook is lowkey a fuckboy but mostly he’s just a softie, like one (1) furry joke, pls go to main masterlist for more / general tags

you cannot fathom why you continue to grab dinner with jungkook on a weekly basis.

it was never on purpose. one thursday evening, jungkook passed by your desk, made a vague eating gesture, and for some reason, you packed up and followed him out the door.

it’s always thursdays. fridays jungkook reserves for being a fuckboy, bar-hopping until he finds a girl within his standards to follow home then ditch after she’s fallen asleep. as a proclaimed romantic, you’ve always wrinkled your nose at the smug smirk he has plastered on his face whenever he talks about it, but you also know jungkook meets the bare minimum requirements of being a decent guy - i.e., fully sober, consenting only, clear one-night stand, no strings attached. so, to each their own.

jungkook shovels a pizza into his mouth unceremoniously. “that’s stupid,” he asserts, mouth still full of cheese and pepperoni. you make a disgusted face, shoving a pile of napkins in his direction.

“can you swallow before you speak?” you retort, in favor of arguing (for the upteenth time) that no, it is not stupid that mark showed up at juliet’s door with giant note cards to profess his undying love. it’s iconic. ‘love actually’ is iconic.

“i’m multitasking,” he snickers, opening his mouth wide just to gross you out. you groan while he laughs, but still, he shuts his mouth to chew, eyeing you with amusement.

you scowl but settle for taking a bite out of your own slice. jungkook, for all his misgivings, is the only one out of your close circle of friends that stayed in new york with you. jisoo, taehyung, and jimin are all scattered across various cities, leaving you alone with jeon jungkook, who, for some reason, not only lives in this city with you, but works in the same building, in the same company, on the same floor.

fate loves fucking with you, that’s for sure.

you open your mouth to ask jungkook if he’s booked his time off in preparation for your friends all coming home for the holidays, but get interrupted by the loudest human you know.

“JAAAAYKAY!” your brother says jungkook’s initials like he’s revving up a car, and you close your eyes tiredly. you love him, you do, but hoseok by far has more energy than any human should realistically be allowed to have.

jungkook perks up, waving enthusiastically, a drastic change from the way he treats you. you turn your head to face your brother, who brightens at the surprise of seeing you too. “fancy that,” he cheers. “scoot over.” he plops himself down in the booth, you narrowly sliding over in time to avoid being squashed.

“hobi,” you whine, but he ruffles your hair and just smiles, stealing a bite from your pizza. jungkook shuffles in as well, and your eyes widen, realizing that with hoseok came yoongi, who has his hands shoved in the pockets of his coat as he relaxes into his spot next to jungkook.

your heart jumps in your chest at the sight. yoongi looks at ease, if a bit tired, the white collar of his shirt peeking out from behind his jacket. he’s achingly handsome, windswept hair and sharp eyes that land on you, crooking the corner of his lips up in acknowledgement.

“hey,” he greets briefly, eyes scanning over the pie you and jungkook had been trying to finish. you jolt your eyes away from him so you don’t get caught staring. “were you two planning to finish this yourself?”

“yes,” jungkook answers at the same time you say, “no,” and yoongi chuckles, reaching over to steal a slice.

“too bad,” he glances at jungkook. “you’re paying for me and hobi now too.”

“who says i paid?” jungkook huffs. “we went halves.”

“shitty date,” hoseok remarks with a grin. he leans towards you, mock-whispering. “i don’t like him. find a better man.”

you snort, elbowing your brother while he laughs loudly. yoongi presses his lips together in amusement, eyes flickering to you for a moment before he goes back to his pizza, but it’s enough to have your heart skip a beat.

your eyes glitter when you look at yoongi. your heart flutters at just the thought of him, his small but warm smiles, the baritone of his voice. hoseok’s been friends with yoongi since middle school, so you grew up watching yoongi play the gentle, quiet counterpart to hoseok’s loud, boisterous personality.

your crush on him is possibly the worst kept secret in the universe. to call it a secret is borderline criminal, according to jungkook, but you rarely pay attention to jungkook’s opinions as it is.

when the four of you have demolished the pizza (rip to the leftovers you were supposed to have, you’ll have to find something else for lunch tomorrow now), you follow hoseok out the door, mindlessly listening to him run his mouth about something or another. you try not to flush when you realize yoongi is close behind you, one hand holding the door open for you while his other hand guides you out the door, warmth emanating from where it’s placed on the small of your back. it sends sparks up your spine, ones that don’t disappear even after he’s removed his hand, shoving them back into his pockets as you gather outside the pizza parlor together.

“it’s getting late,” yoongi comments. he glances at you. “do you want me to walk you home?”

it’s a simple question. but it sets off the butterflies in your stomach, to hear him worry about you, and suddenly it feels significantly less chilly outside.

“i’ll walk her,” jungkook says before you can answer. “we live two blocks from each other.”

you try not to let your disappointment show. you know it makes the most sense - yoongi lives a subway ride away in the opposite direction - but yoongi is also by far better company than jungkook, who picks fights with you just for fun. yoongi nods his approval and you watch him and hoseok leave, a wistful sigh escaping you as they turn the corner.

jungkook makes a face. “you’re so obvious,” he mutters, grabbing you by the elbow to get you moving. the only other thing he’s ever seen you look at the way you look at yoongi is hot chocolate with mini marshmallows on top. ever the easy one to please.

you ignore him, including the scoff he lets out seeing the fairytale pep in your step. you don’t care. your heart feels light whenever you’re around yoongi, comforted and warm. you can’t be bothered by jungkook’s pessimism - the boy didn’t have a romantic bone in his body, anyway.

jungkook follows close behind you the whole way home, keeping pace with every bounce in your step with ease. he tongues his cheek, thinking carefully. “why yoongi?”

all these years and he’s never been able to figure it out. you come to a halt so suddenly that jungkook jerks backwards, you twirling to face him. “wouldn’t you like to know.” it’s cheeky and smug, but jungkook just arches an eyebrow.

“yeah. that’s why i asked?”

you let out a huff. jungkook has a way of souring your mood in an instant - he calls it a talent, you call him annoying. “just because,” you lean in, not expecting jungkook to meet you halfway, dark eyes studying yours. he hums thoughtfully, but you refuse to budge until he does, tilting your head challengingly back, waiting for his response.

“because he kinda reminds you of a cat?” he clucks his tongue, backing out of your space. “didn’t know you were a furry, y/n.”

you sputter at his absurd response, and now you’re the one following him, a string of obscenities escaping while he laughs loudly into the night air. “what the fuck, jeon jungkook-” you smack him on the back and he at least has the decency to jump like it actually hurt him a little (but jungkook is built like a brick fucking wall, so actually, your hand stings a little bit). he cackles all the way to your apartment as you chase after him, yelling threats and causing a general commotion on the city streets on a simple thursday night.

you’re both a little out of breath by the time you reach your building, jungkook wearing a shit-eating grin while you bend to rest your hands on your knees. “dick,” you mutter, but jungkook’s grin stays infuriatingly put. when you’ve gathered your breath again you turn heel to enter your apartment building, looking back only once just to stick your tongue out at him. he chuckles, waiting for you to disappear from his line of sight before he shakes his head.

he’ll never understand your near-lifelong crush on yoongi. love is for suckers, he thinks.

but if it makes you happy, well - to each their own.

“here.”

you look up to see a bleary-eyed jungkook nursing a cup of coffee, holding out a cup to you. you squint at him. “huh?”

“it’s hot chocolate,” he grunts. “just take it. they gave me the wrong order.”

you pop open the lid to see mini marshmallows on top, a smile spreading on your lips from cheek to cheek. “nice,” you cheer, eyes shining in a way that has jungkook shifting his gaze away, chewing on the lip of his cup. “but why’d you order two drinks to begin with?”

“i was gonna get one for jaehyun,” he lies, glancing back at you. you peer up at him.

“jaehyun doesn’t like hot chocolate?”

you like it more.

jungkook clears his throat at the thought, eyebrows furrowing slightly. he’d rationalized easily enough this morning, while he was waiting for the drinks after his split-second decision to buy one for you - he was doing it because you were friends. well, friends was probably a strong word in your opinion, but you’d known him for over a decade by now, so you probably legally no longer had a say in the matter.

jungkook glances at you. “he needs coffee. you’re the only person i know who runs on pure sugar.”

you throw him a small glare but it’s short lived. hot chocolate - specifically with the mini-marshmallows - makes you inordinately happy, cheeks dimpling as you happily inhale the sweet aroma. “well,” you hum, eyes fluttering shut. “someone’s got great taste. a shame they’re missing out.”

jungkook rolls his eyes. “it’s literally one of the most common orders,” he retorts, but you shrug back at him, unbothered.

“and? the people recognize it as the best, what can i say?”

jungkook almost regrets buying it for you on his way to work. almost. he feels like he really needs the caffeine to kick in right about now, but still, you look incredibly pleased and he scoffs lightly, lips curling up in a disbelieving smile as he shakes his head.

he raises an eyebrow, watching you sip chain-brand hot chocolate like it’s luxury before walking back to his desk a few rows behind you down the aisle. he peeks his head out past his cubicle in time to see you presenting the cup up to jinyoung with sparkles in your eyes, and even jinyoung laughs at how excited you are.

without realizing, a fond smile makes its way onto jungkook’s face, eyes soft while he’s watching you. this is the happiest he’s seen you all week, and something warm settles inside his chest.

it’s probably just the coffee.

you’ll never admit this to his face, but jungkook’s hot chocolate is about the only thing that powered you through this day.

well, his hot chocolate, and copious amounts of caffeine, but the extra serotonin courtesy of free sugar was a welcome boost to start off the morning.

it’s nearing eight now; you have your head propped against one hand as you stare tiredly at the amount of data you’re currently filtering through. it’s been data analysis and back to back meetings all day, marking notes and double-triple checking work from junior analysts because you simply can’t afford to make mistakes for this project.

you scrub your hand against your face, exhausted. your stomach has been begging you for sustenance for at least an hour now, and it’s friday, for god’s sake. you just want to go home.

you scowl a little. director lee had of course left at five on the dot, like he always does, cementing his position as worst-project-lead-of-all-time. he disappeared when he wanted, had a total of zero useful comments, and actually made more mistakes than corrections, leaving you to clean up after him.

you couldn’t wait until this project wrapped up, so you could dive headfirst into your bed, subject yourself to holiday capitalism with your friends, and return in the new year on a new project, with a new lead. fuck, what you would give to have this project just be over.

jungkook is on this project too, but his team has less of a stake in it than your team does, so he startles you when he shows up by your desk, knocking gently on your table. “hey.”

you make a vague, miserable noise in the back of your throat. “hi.”

“pack up,” he says. it’s a command - not a request - but you’re so tired you don’t even have the energy to comment on it, throwing him an unamused look instead. he stares back resolutely, one eyebrow arched challengingly.

you’re not gonna fight him. not really. it’s eight-fucking-pm, and you’re tired and hungry and jungkook has better work-life balance than you do, so if there’s anything you’re going to take pointers from jungkook about, it’s when to leave work.

but you’re you and he’s him, so you also can’t make his life easy. instead, you faceplant into your desk, whining. jungkook sighs.

he’s being nice today, you realize, as you hear him shuffle around you, packing up your notebook and pencils into your bag. you must look about as bad as you feel. timidly, you lift your head up.

jungkook’s mouth twitches. there’s a red mark on your forehead from being pressed against the desk, and he presses two fingers against it, pushing you gently backwards. “come on,” he says. “hurry up. i’m hungry.”

you obey this time, shutting off your laptop and shoving it into your bag while jungkook waits patiently. the two of you walk out together, quiet all the way down the elevator and out into the cold air. you suppose you’re both tired, if jungkook doesn’t even have the energy to poke at you the way he always does.

“you stayed late today,” you say, as the two of you walk down the street. jungkook shrugs.

“i’m on the same project as you,” he responds simply.

“but it’s friday,” you comment pointedly, and jungkook presses his lips together flatly, eyeing you.

“sex is great but so is having money in my bank account,” he says dryly.

you laugh. jungkook’s expression lightens with yours. “besides,” he says, offhand. “the night’s still young.” there’s a wicked spark in his eyes that makes you sigh deeply and exasperatedly, sending jungkook laughing, bumping shoulders with you through the night as he teases your tired expression, wiggling his eyebrows.

he walks you home, picking up fast food along the way, and you’re too tired to question it. he’s right - eight pm is hardly late on a friday, and the activities jungkook prefers on friday nights usually gear up earliest by nine. still, he gets you home safe, but not without making a mess of your hair right before you head into your apartment building, grinning widely at the loud whine you let out as you paw his hands off you.

you make your way into your apartment building, but turn around in the lobby. the front walls are made of all glass windows, so you can see jungkook still standing outside, hands in his pockets. he tilts his head questioningly, eyebrows raised almost tauntingly, but you ignore the bait and simply wave good night.

you watch his gaze soften into a smile as he waves back, and your heart warms. good night, jungkook.

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anxious-art-block · 2 years

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LU Headcanons Part 3: I Thought of These While Watching Baymax

SCOTTISH LEGEND

“Aye.” “Wur youse vaccinated wi’ a gramophone needle?!” “A wee devil more like.” “Yer aff yer heid, Wild.” “It’s pure dead brilliant!” “She was a bonnie lass…” “Speak O’ the Devil.” “Aye right!” “Moan fur a wee drink, Cap’n?”

My grandfather is Scottish so these are things I’ve ACTUALLY heard him say

Also, her Hylian is based on Gàidhlig to further prove this

Vegetarian Sky

When the Chain is on Tetra’s ship for the first time, Wind gathers the crew into singing The Wellerman

When Four is arguing with someone he stands on the nearest stump, table, or chair to reach their height or taller. He needs to assert dominance.

While they all have their “Titles” since they’re all named Link, how ‘bout some nicknames?

Twilight: Cub/Rancher/Twi Time: Dad/Old Man/Sir Wild: Pup/Gremlin/Champion/Princess Wind: Sailor/Young One/Ghostie Four: Smithy/Munchkin/Artificer Warriors: Captain/Princey/Pretty Boy/Wars Legend: Vetertan/A Sheòid [by Ravio]/Honeybee [by Ravio] Hyrule: Traveler/Roolie/Buttercup Sky: Angel/Darling [by Sun]/Hero

Twi’s Hylian is based on Chinese [I like the idea of him singing Yours Forever from Over the Moon about Midna ;-;]

Legend just… doesn’t mention that he’s the prince of his Hyrule. Like it literally just slips his mind until they’re there and he talks to Fable and it just slips out, and he’s like “oh did I not mention that?”

Obviously, due to the number of musical instruments, challenges, and quests in the Zelda universe, people have given their HCs about the boys’ musical talents, so here’s my 2 cents:

Fuck the idea that having the hero's spirit also means being tone-deaf, what about the Chain being able to sing and the ZELDAS CAN’T

TAKE THAT HYLIA

Hyrule doesn’t sing a lot, it would draw too much attention in his Hyrule so he chooses not to, but he has a very haunting air to his voice [I use Ashley Serena as a reference to how he would sound] and sounds lovely when he does

And because of his travels, he’s a very good dancer! Like, REALLY good. He learned all sorts of stuff from the places he’s been, and simply enjoys doing it which only made the skill grow

TWILIGHT SOUNDS LIKE JEON JUNGKOOK

It was first discovered that he could sing so well when he was about 13 when he was on the ranch just singing aloud to the goats and Ilia heard him and told e v e r y o n e

Legend has a smooth and deep voice, can sing in like 6 different languages, and can play like every instrument invented

Srsly u could probably give it a brand new one and would probably pick it up within like a minute

Warriors: This piano costs more than your house

I will continue to draw Twi in JKs outfits, so feel free to drop me ones u wanna see him in [like send an ask or smth]

Anyway

Time and Malon will make little duets often, with him on his ocarina and her singing, or them both singing just cause they love each other *sobs*

Ok enough music stuff on to the shit y’all care about

Wild and Flora were goofing off and trying on each other’s royal dress and guard uniform then looked in the mirror and both just kinda went “Oh.”

This is me saying they’re both trans [icons]

I really like the nicknames thing for the Chain & Co. so my idea is that Wild calls themselves that even after the journey, and that their Zelda ditches the name ‘Zelda’ and changes it to Florian

“So, what’s your Princess Zelda like?” “Oh, I don’t have a Princess Zelda.” “???” “No, I have a Prince Florian.”

I also demand - platonic or romantic - that we keep the absolute CHAOS that those two have

LITERALLY TRIED TO MAKE WILD EAT A FROG IN CANON WHERE IS THAT ENERGY Y’ALL

W H E R E I S I T

Gives Wild his old royal dress and Wild cries

Twilight has really sharp K9s [c’mon there had to be SOME side effects to being a wolf for a while]

And is secretly a cat person

Four loves Wild’s Hyrule ‘cause of the surplus of minerals and mining

Time calls the Chain “His boys”

Sky will take random sticks or logs he finds and carve small designs into them when he’s bored, as well as idly strumming his lyre

You're welcome

#linked universe #lu #linked universe headcanons #lu wild #lu warriors #lu time #lu twilight #lu legend #lu hyrule #lu sky #lu wind #lu four #lu incorrect quotes

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xjoonchildx · 3 years

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Who do you think was the cutest Bangtan baby? OR: what was the cutest thing about each baby?

oh my god, there's no way i could pick the cutest because like -- babies! they're all cute. okay, they're not all cute but these babies were, so at least there's that.

kim namjoon

baby joon was fucking adorable. please, the cheeks? the little haircut? the way it took him years to grow into these ears? little joon is the cutest thing ever and i have the feeling he was that kid who listened well and followed all the rules (couldn't be me!)

kim seokjin

the 😭 tiny 😭 suit 😭 y'all 😭 please, this is the cutest shit ever? tiny boss baby kim seokjin looking like a future CEO in his get up. also, it's kind of wild how little his face has changed over the years. he still basically looks like this, just grown. too cute.

min yoongi

one of my favorite ARMY twitter accounts (@/alsolab) put it best. apparently yoongi's parents wanted him to become a rapper. why else would they put him in this adorable get up? they must have known he'd be destined to seek out hip hop and they just decided to give him a push. also love that he's been mastering that side-eye since he was in a crib.

jung hoseok

is he technically a baby in this pic? nah. but up until yesterday i'd never seen this pic and please i'm dying of cuteness 😭😭😭 i wonder what the story is behind the little pout. maybe he'd asked his mom to wear his LV shirt and Chanel shorts but she chose this get up instead.

park jimin

i know you're just shocked SHOCKED that jimin was a beautiful baby, right? i mean please, baby mochi has the cutest little cheeks and pout. he's another one who's face hasn't changed much since he was very little but when you do the work right the first time, you don't have to double back.

kim taehyung

i have...so many questions. who in tae's family sold his behind out by putting this little gem on the internet? no clue but i did see a video where he talked about this photo and at least he's got a sense of humor about it. birthday suit aside, he was an adorable baby. super smiley and posing for this shot like a pro well before his years.

jeon jungkook

okay, please this is adorable. jungkook's sweet, round little baby face is too cute for words. he's probably around two here and already a clotheshorse rocking his adidas wear. he must have know he'd grow up to be a fashion icon.

#bangtan baby pics

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hrts4hanniehae · 9 months

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clutch || four

there are written parts :)

note that the timeline or educations may not add up but just ignore it because i don't have the brain power to sync up THIRTEEN + 1 's education schedules

also!!!! the story begins in the christmas period of 2022!!!! IF THERE ARE YEAR ERRORS IM SO SORRY!!!! i legit can't change it omfg

wonwoo did not expect to be hosting a new year countdown party. but here his 12 friends, plus yn were, singing karaoke and drinking soju and beer. when he had gotten home to discuss his predicament, unexpectedly his friends had all shown up too. but worry and stress soon turned into drunk karaoke. great.

"wait yn aren't you going to sing?" - hoshi

"give me a moment my head is spinning..." - yn

he sighed. "yn if you vomit on my carpet you will have to start paying extra rent."

"i'm sorry. i won't vomit." - yn

"dk sing more..." - seungkwan

"sorry i can't. i've got a performance tomorrow and i don't want to lose my voice." - seokmin

he watched as yn picked up the mic and changed the song to Iris by the goo goo dolls.

"oh this is her song." - minghao

"will she cry or be angry?" - jun

"her song?" - dino

"she sings this either when drunk or when super angry or both." - minghao

"why didn't you copyright your logo to begin with?" - yn

"i just threw together pictures and made it a logo. i didn't think it needed to be copyrighted." - wonwoo

she was sitting in his gaming chair while reading the email sent to him.

"there's nothing you can do about this. but i can make you a new one." - yn

"really?" - wonwoo

"if you're not picky, i can have it done is about 10 minutes." - yn

"i just want a cat logo. i'm not picky. thank you so much, yn." - wonwoo

(yes i pulled this out of my ass at 1 am in the morning do not come for me.)

"thanks yn. i owe you." - wonwoo

"anytime, wonwoo." - yn

as she leaves his room, wonwoo felt a sense of... unease. why?

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ💓ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ badum.

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

inspired by wonwoo's gam3bo1 streams, falling into your smile & gogo squid (has hints of valorant)

pairing: streamer!jeon wonwoo x fem!artist!reader (ft. jeongcheol, soonhoon, junhao, seoksoo, verkwan)

genre: fluff, comfort, slowburn, comfort, pining, bestfriend!minghao

warnings: stalker ex, toxic ex, mentions of abuse, guns (game), cursing, hate comments, panic attacks

started: 28.12.23

ended: ?

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Kim Namjoon- Soulmates

AN: Hi everyone! This is my first post, so I’m a little lost on how to format all of this. I’m currently writing the other members, hopefully they’ll be done soon. I hope you all enjoy :)

Note: Soulmates share bruises, and feel each other’s pain

For as long as you could remember, your body has always been covered in bruises, and almost every morning you woke up in pain. It had always been confusing, as you were an extremely careful person, and never did anything that would cause bruises, especially bruises that were often larger than your fist. You finally learned the reason behind your mysterious injuries when you were 10 years old and woke up with a giant bruise on your hip. When you ran to your parents crying, they sat you down and explained the idea of soulmates to you.

*flashback*

“Your bruises belong to your soulmate Y/N.” Your mother told you.

“What’s a soulmate?” You responded, while rubbing your hip to ease the pain.

“Your soulmate is like your other half, the person you’re meant to be with for the rest of your life,” you mother explained, while handing you some ice.

“I don’t know about that, how am I supposed to be with someone who makes me hurt all the time? I think they’re stupid and clumsy.” You responded, while rubbing the wound with ice.

“Y/N don’t say something like that. Maybe the bruises is what will bring you two together someday. And then you can wrap them in bubble wrap and protect them for the rest of your life.” Your father was always a hopeless romantic and dreamed of you someday finding your soulmate. There was no sense arguing with him, so you nodded your head and retreated back into your bedroom.

*end flashback*

10 years later, and nothing had really changed. The bruises had become much less frequent, but still you often experienced a lot of pain, but ended up getting used to it. Feeling pain from your soulmate often reminded you of what your father had said to you. It was a sign that your soulmate was still out there and it was only a matter of time before you two met. You looked forward to meeting them, also to yell at them about their clumsiness.

Now 20, you were one of Korea’s youngest, most sought-after photographers, photographing many iconic magazine covers. Currently, Vogue Korea had asked you to collaborate with them for an upcoming photoshoot with BTS, who had just been nominated for their second Grammy award. You were quite excited, but extremely nervous, as BTS has collaborated with many talented photographers, and you didn’t want the photos to disappoint. Currently, you were sitting in your office, researching different iconic BTS magazine covers, as well as trying to learn and remember all their names, as you didn’t want to embarrass yourself when you met them the next day.

“If you stare at that screen for any longer, I fear your eyes may fall out of their sockets.” Your assistant Dong-Hyun said as he walked towards your desk, handing you your daily tea.

“I’m just doing some last-minute research, this is an important shoot and I want to do the best I can.” You responded. You were also quite nervous, but excited, as if the shoot went well, you could potentially gain international notoriety, and work around the world, which is one of your biggest aspirations. There was a lot at stake for this photoshoot, and you wanted everything to be perfect.

“Y/N that’s what you say every time. You always shoot amazing photos, and nothing is going to change this time,” Dong-Hyun responds, while sitting down in the chair across from your desk. “Speaking of the upcoming shoot, have you learned all of their names yet?”

“Yes, after a lot of research and memorization, I did, in fact memorize them,” You respond. Jeon Jungkook, the youngest, vocalist, dancer, and the center of the group. Kim Taehyung, dancer, vocalist, and one of the visuals. Park Jimin, dancer, and vocalist of the group. Jung Hoseok, lead dancer, and rapper. Min Yoongi, lead rapper of the group. Kim Seokjin, the oldest, vocalist and other visual of the group. And Kim Namjoon, leader, rapper, and also referred to by fans as the ‘God of Destruction’”.

“Wow, I’m impressed. I guess you staring at a screen for 3 hours straight actually can be usef- AHH" Dong-Hyun ducked for cover as you chucked a pillow at him. “Anyway,” he laughed while reseating himself, “what time should we meet you tomorrow morning?”

“If everyone could be at the shoot location at 8:30 that would be great. We’re starting at 10 am, and it will probably take an hour and a half to meet everyone there and set up our equipment. By the way, were you able to order a new softbox light in time?” Although you were one of the best in the business, you tended to use your equipment until it was basically unusable, instead of constantly buying new equipment every year.

“No, I couldn’t actually. All of the softbox lights were crazy expensive, more than double than what we normally pay. I was able to get in touch with the company we normally get them from, and they’re shipping us one now, but it won’t be in for another week or two at the least.” Dong-Hyun handed you a printed-out copy of the email, which you looked at briefly before handing it back to him.

“That’s fine, there’s nothing we can do about it now anyway. Just make a note for tomorrow to bring some duct tape, so we can tape it up so it won’t detach and fall on someone’s head. I would hate to injure someone. Thanks.” Dong-Hyun nodded and scribbled your request down in his notebook. Looking over at your clock, it dawned on you that you were supposed to be with your team, doing a brief with them for the shoot. With that, you and Dong-Hyun got up, and retreated from your office to join the rest of your team.

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The next morning, at 8:30 sharp, your whole team was at the shooting location as directed, ready for the long day ahead of you. After connecting with your contacts from Vogue, your team got to work setting up the lights and checking the cameras were charged and had new SD cards for the countless number of photos that will be taken throughout the day. In order to ensure that your crew would be easy to spot for any reason, you instructed everyone to wear black, which also made it easier for yourself, as there were easily 75-100 crew members wandering around, from Vogue Korea, HYBE, and your team.

You were busy unpacking various cameras with a couple of your team members, when you heard your name being called. Turning around, you saw Dong-Hyun waving his hand at you frantically. Standing next to him was a manager of BTS that you briefly met with at a prior meeting, and standing behind the two was BTS, looking around curiously. You quickly got up and walked over towards them.

“It’s so great to have you all here today! I’m Y/N, I’ll be the head photographer today, so please let me know if you have any questions.” You introduced yourself, while Dong-Hyun went over to help finish setting everything up.

“It is so nice to meet you Y/N, we’ve seen a lot of your work, and love how creative you are with your shoots. We’ve all been looking forward to working with you today. I’m RM, but you can call me Namjoon.” Namjoon stepped in front of the group, giving you a smile and sticking his hand to shake, which you gratefully appreciated.

“Yeah, Namjoon here has been a HUGE fan of you for a while, you don’t know how stressed he was to meet you. I’m Jin, by the way.” Jin said, while laughing and slapping Namjoon’s shoulder. You smiled at Namjoon, noticing how his face turned beet red, before he turned around and pushed Jin lightly.

“Yah! Why do you have to embarrass me like that,” Namjoon turned back to you embarrassingly, while the other members snickered. Suddenly, their manager stepped as Namjoon was about to say something.

“I hate to cut in, but you guys have to begin hair and makeup, so we stay on schedule, so if you will excuse us, we must get going.” You politely nodded, and returned to your team to finish your preparations, while BTS retreated into another room where their stylists and makeup artists waited.

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Although the shoot started 20 minutes later than scheduled, everything was going smoothly. The guys were extremely professional, taking directions from you and applying them immediately. You were quite satisfied with how everything was going, and internally scolded yourself for worrying about anything.

“Jungkook, could you tilt your head a little bit more upwards? Perfect, thanks!” You gave him a thumbs-up, while snapping some last solo shots of him. “Ok great, could we get everyone together for some group shots? Then we could break for lunch and begin the next set of photos?” Everyone nodded, and the rest of the group gathered for you to begin the next set of photos. You were so preoccupied with giving directions and changing camera angles that you failed to notice a creaking sound coming from your right side. As you were snapping some wide-angle shots, you noticed BTS’ expressions changing to one of worry and a loud bang, before you fall to the ground and feel a searing pain in your head.

“Y/N! Are you okay?!” Dong-Hyun rushed to your side, while you clutched your head in pain. Looking to your right, you notice the old softbox light lying on the ground, the top detached from the bottom. Before you have a chance to say anything you hear a groan, and look over to see Namjoon holding his head in his hands while the rest of BTS is looking at him worriedly. A chair is set behind you and Dong-Hyun helps you up into the chair while one of your team members hands you some ice wrapped in cloth.

“I think I have a concussion.” You say, and Dong-Hyun snickers.

“You think? Given how heavy the light is, I’m shocked you’re not passed out on the ground. Hey, is Namjoon okay? Did something hit him, he also looks to be in pain.” You look over again to him, to see the rest of the boys ushering him over towards you, while holding him up.

“You’re soulmates.” Yoongi states. “He felt a pain in his head at the exact moment you got hit, and in the exact same place.” You look up wide-eyed to see Namjoon looking down at you with an expression you couldn’t decipher. Everything clicked into place, why he was called the God of Destruction, and you always had bruises and aches and pains. Another chair was brought over, and placed across from you. Namjoon sat down in it, and Dong-Hyun and the rest of the boys left you two to talk alone together. It was silent for a moment, before you spoke up.

“Yah! Do you know how many bruises I’ve had to cover up because of you? I spend so much money on concealer, I can’t keep track anymore.” Namjoon chuckled, while sheepishly rubbing his neck.

“I’m sorry, I am extremely clumsy, and didn’t realize our soulmate connection until later, since you were more of a careful person. Will you forgive me?” He held out his hand, and you smiled, interlocking your fingers together. A sudden emotion that you couldn’t described suddenly overwhelmed your senses, and for the first time, you felt whole. You looked at Namjoon, who was smiling at you, and leaning over, he placed a gentle kiss on your head, well, the side that wasn’t currently throbbing in pain. He got up, and helped you out of your chair as well, and you both made you way over to where the other boys and Dong-Hyun were standing, clearly trying to hide the fact that they were all staring at the both of you.

“I want to reintroduce myself. My name is Y/N Y/LN, and I am Namjoon’s soulmate.”

#bts #bts fanfiction #bts soulmate au #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #bts x reader #bts fluff #bts scenarios #one shot #soulmate au

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the wishlist (m) - 2

“Since when do we buy each other sextoys?”

> genre : light angst, fluff

> pairing : jeon jungkook x reader (f)

> words : 5k

> content/warnings : back at it again w/ the bff2l; one sided love, lot of pining; sextoys talk; explicit language; ambiguous infidelity; chaotic oc; clueless koo

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It all starts with the first box and the vague memory of a warm touch on your face.

When you wake up that morning, groggy from exhaustion and the sensation of having spent the night waking up, again and again, you sense something. You struggle to point out if you’ve dreamt or if it really happened, but there’s the lingering of a warm hand's trace, cupping your cheek, soothing the stress lines on your forehead, and softly brushing your hair back from your face. You can’t tell if it’s happened but it left a lovely sensation both on your skin and heart.

You get up and out of bed, slowly stroll to your living room with a lazy hand raising to your head, meaning to scratch at the snake nest you expect to be sitting on it. Instead, your fingers are met with a rather neat braid you definitely didn’t go to sleep with as you were too fucking done with this day to even try and deal with your tight bun -the very bun that elongated your time to fall asleep by at least a good half an hour. The same fingers that caressed your face took care of your hair and you know exactly to whom they belong.

Of course, giddiness ensues and the mildly serious feeling of mortification -you despise the idea of not knowing in what state he found you, in what state of ugly, of dishevelled, of smelly. There’s no room for embarrassment in this friendship, not this kind anyway, fortunately or not, he’s seen you at your worst (at a time when you didn’t care much if he did or not) so it counters, always a bit, the shame.

He hasn't left your side yet, has he? And he’s exposing himself to this face of yours, so why should you feel bad about it? He sneaks into your apartment at night just to brush your face and bring the covers up to your chin, tuck you nicely in as if he’s your mom or something, so why should you care. He doesn’t seem to mind. He never seems to mind. He’s the best of friends. The best of all the people you know and the best of your friends.

And of course, naturally fitting this role, you’d find the morning of Christmas, a mysterious box you’ve never seen before sitting on your coffee table.

The girls, your friends, have presents for you, you know they do, but yesterday you were working and couldn’t see them, therefore, the little celebration was reported and you didn’t expect, you wouldn’t expect them to come at night or early in the morning to bring you your gifts. It can wait (so they decided).

But Jungkook is sweet like no one else is.

And he came to wish you a merry Christmas even if you were too tired to wish him back and he left a present for you.

There’s not a name attached to it but it’s obvious it comes from him. There’s just a post-it he stole from your desk, with a Merry Christmas written on it, the lines of the letters, round and neat, you’d recognize from any other lettering and a bunny with teeth as big as the eyes smiling at you, drawn next to it.

The box is so pretty, you feel an actual pressure thinking about opening it, as if there is a certain way, a proper way, to go about it.

And apparently, there is. You go wash your face and rinse your mouth, prepare yourself one of your good teas, tear the curtain wide open and slowly, almost ceremoniously, take a seat on the ground, right in front of it.

The box is neat. You don’t know what’s inside, probably a perfume or some kit for the bath you’d assume, but you already know that whatever is inside, even if it’s not of your liking -which is impossible, it comes from Jungkook-, will be balanced out by the appearance of this perfectly elegant, tasteful box that you’ll use again to stock anything, maybe your face masks, maybe nothing -it’ll just sit, looking good on a shelf.

It’s a pastel blue, with a black rose drawn on top of it, the icon to a brand you absolutely don’t recognize. With fingers trembling with excitement you drag the box to yourself, it’s mildly heavy, for some reasons, it gives you a little rush of anxiety. There’s just a tiny black ribbon holding the box firmly closed. A tiny pull on it and it slips open.

Slowly you lift the lid, a grin already plastered on your face, hurting your cheeks. You expect a blinding magical light to come out of it, with the sound of bells ringing near your ears and sense to suddenly knock into you as you’d understand what wondrous present is in front of you.

But none of it comes. There's just a thing hidden inside a black satin bag.

It’s not a perfume nor a bath kit and you’re confused.

A bit scared.

Honestly, maybe a little shameful part of you has guessed it. But the louder yet weaker rest of you can’t see it. It would be too... ludicrous. And wouldn’t make sense, would it? You’ve never actually seen any in real life so how would you know what the packaging would look like and how would you come to this conclusion now? And how, why, how would he, Jeon Jungkook, come about to offer you this?

Doesn’t make any sense.

But somehow, when you pick up the courage to open the little bag and drag the object out of it, you hardly even gasp in surprise when you discover a dildo. You just let it drop to the table, thumping loudly the fake wood.

Why did you guess it to be that and why did he get you this shit?

Scorching red seize your face and your whole being.

You are infuriated.

How dares he? You are mortified. How dares he?

What does this fucking mean?

A joke?

Is it a joke?

If it a joke then what’s the fucking point? It’s not fucking funny. It’s weird as hell and you can’t believe he came in the middle of the night, pretending to be Santa to leave you a fucking kidding present as if your miserable life needed that.

And if it’s not then what the actual fuck? Does he think you’re that desperate? Does he have really no notion of boundaries?

Conveniently your phone lays centimetres away from the offending thing, you don’t even need to get up to grab it and therefore, you start looking furiously for his name in your recent call list. After only two rings as if he was just expecting your call, his bright hello reaches your ear.

“What the actual fuck, Jeon?” He must hear the madness in your voice, both the anger and the hysteria. There’s a pause during which he doesn’t say anything, doesn’t make a sound and you even check your screen to make sure he hasn’t hung up on you.

“That’s- not- the reaction I expected.” He sounds sheepish. Mumbled words, lisped syllables, long pauses.

“What did you expect?” You yell a bit, you can just picture him, dragging the phone out of earshot and winding, the same way you do when your mom who doesn’t get the concept of telephone screams in it each time she calls you. The realization hits you, that in your quiet little apartment, in this (for once) quiet morning, you are screeching like a banshee. You quiet down instantly, some of the anger soothed down by embarrassment. “Are you insane?” You whisper in his ear and comically, he starts whispering too, with the same alterations to his usually bright and open tone.

“M’not. I just- you said that’s what you wanted so I got it for you.”

Now he’s making stuff up and blaming this insanity on you and that serves to raise a bit more the bar of anger -along with the loudness of your voice, “When have I ever said that I wanted a-“ You choke on your own saliva once your brain realizes that you’re supposed to say the word, out loud, to him. In an angry whisper, as if someone, your mother, for example, could be listening “fucking dildo!” You blush furiously at that and it’s ridiculous. Probably the reason why you didn’t own one in the first place and maybe shouldn’t yet. Because you’re a grown-ass woman of a quarter of a century, living alone and admittedly independent and responsible for your own existence, but you can’t even say the word “dildo” out loud to this asshole of a friend who apparently, and that’s new news, doesn’t have an issue talking about sex and everything related to it with you.

“Y-you said-“ There’s a pregnant pause. You can’t know for sure since you’re not seeing him if he’s faking it or not but he sounds confused as hell. Like he genuinely doesn’t understand what’s wrong. Moron. “You said you wanted sex but not a boyfriend so I thought- it’s pretty much- it’s exactly what it is. Why are you so mad?”

The question in itself serves to drag you a little further over the edge. So much so, it clogs your brain with anguish and leaves you unable to give him an answer.

When he’s starting to talk again, maybe ask again his question, you just hung up, slamming your phone down on the carpet.

You hear it vibrate to life twice before it shuts down completely. Good. At least he knows you well enough, still, to assume rightfully so that you won’t pick up his calls anymore. Not today.

You just have the time to pack the dildo back in its bag and inside its box, throw away your tea that tastes unbearably bitter and maniacally scrub your face in an attempt to get rid of the red patches that don’t want to fucking leave before the telling high beeps of your front door’s digital lock alert you. Your face is soaking in cold water, another attempt to cool it, your face and your troubled mind.

You mean to ignore him. Dipping your head further in the filled up sink, closing your eyes tight shut hoping somehow it’ll help you push aside the calls of your name better.

For a few seconds, it works. You can’t hear him anymore. You wonder if the furious pleas you were chanting in your head could have been loud enough to make the sound of the door slamming behind him as he would have left, completely quiet.

He’s such a try-hard. You hung up on him because he’s saying batshit crazy things and his first reflex is to barge in your house again. You really need to change your lock and not tell him. You can do that. You’re an adult and you have the right to your own fucking place. It’s not a fucking benevolent stay in, for fuck's sake.

The cold water really seems to work. You feel better, light-headed, coming down after the earlier hysteria. And knowing that he’s left and won’t pursue this mess any further, for now, surely helps a lot.

Except it doesn’t last for, as soon as your face leaves the water, your hands reaching clumsily for a towel that falls magically in them, one wipe at your eyes and your worst nightmare is standing right in front of you.

“Fucking- Jungkook!” Burying your face back in the towel, drying your face as much as possible, maybe even trying for a second to suffocate yourself, you wish vainly that when you’ll take it off he would have disappeared.

He is still here though. Watching with dark eyes and a straight severe line replacing the cute button he owns for a mouth, he looks awfully serious for a guy that’s never really serious. Your towel ends up centimetres away from his face, he catches it right before it touches him. You hoped it would blind and confuse him momentarily, long enough for you to escape but of course, this guy would never miss a shot, even a surprise one.

“Why are you like this?” He asks when you try and push him from the ribs, out of the door frame. You hate that you think about it. About his chest being so hard and warm and his fucking smell of sweat that you’d recognize amongst any others (pretty easily as any other makes you gag and this one, probably because you’re a primary animal guided by hormones, leaves you dizzy and wanting). He doesn’t budge until he decides to, mercilessly stepping aside to let you through. Because you’re an idiot, you don’t think and head for the living room and it’s only once you’re there, very aware of his steps following you, that the devilish object of your discord is right fucking there, obnoxiously sitting on the middle of your coffee table. You groan and squeeze your eyes tight.

What meditation technique, an extra effective one, could you use right now before you definitely lose it and throw yourself out the window?

Before you find one, you end up clinging to the opposite wall, forehead pressed to it, back to him, in a vain attempt to suppress yourself from the situation. You might look a little insane or at best, somehow on edge, but who cares at this point?

“Jungkook, if I don’t pick up your call, do you think I want to see your face?”

“But why though?” His tone is still harsher than usual. You notice it and you notice you don’t hate it either. What a little bitch you are. If you like his usual self, with the bright smile, soft words, boisterous laugh, dainty manners, you can’t deny that this rougher version of him, genuinely pissed off as you’ve never seen him, tickles your fancy. You’re fucked. “Seriously these days you- you’re such-“

“I’m what?” You bark, swirling on your feet, expression distorted by an offence he hasn’t even made yet. You completed the sentence he’s never finished with terrible words that you’ve never heard him use talking about anyone: bitch, hysterical, cunt.

“You’re trying to pick a fight with me all the fucking time, I don’t get it!”

Now you feel terrible. You’re still bothered by the raw edges of his tone, it’s literally sending electric shocks to your lower tummy. But his eyebrows have dropped and his fiery dark eyes have turned shiny and sad, your heart hurts in your bosom.

Ugh.

You’re such a bitch.

“I’m sorry. I know I’m insufferable. I’m on my period. Sorry.” You send a mental apology to womanhood. You're just an idiot lacking imagination.

Jungkook frowns, his eyebrows dancing in all kind of ways, before they settle for an, unfortunately for you, attractive finale, one straight down, one tilt up. He stares at you, dubious.

“For three weeks. You’ve been on your period for three weeks.”

The first thing you take notes of is the fact that he dated it way shorter than you would have. Honestly, you found yourself becoming a weirdo with inappropriate feelings that reindeer you into an asshole for at least a month and a half. Before that, it was extremely tamed, totally under control. You’d just notice his handsome face and cute smiles and nice smell, thinking “oh yeah that’s right. He’s kinda attractive. How funny I never really noticed.” And slowly it progressed to not being able to handle him touching you without having something close to a panic attack.

The second thing you note is that he doesn’t believe you. His stare is insistent, turns a bit dark as he lingers, studying your own eyes with judgment in his. He’s frowning even more, looks down at the floor and sighs so deep, heartbreakingly so. He looks hurt that you’re lying and don’t want to share what's really been up with you. If only you could be a better liar.

“It happens sometimes, all women are diff-“

He just sat down on your sofa, eyes fixed on the blue box. Before you can finish your sentence, he sends you a glare that awfully looks like a threat. You shut up. He doesn’t believe you anyway. He knows you and your periods (sort of) way too well. He knows you’re in pain the first day, you’re a bit tender on the following ones and he takes it upon himself to be gentler and not try to play WWE with you on those but you don’t turn into a mean dragon. This much he knows for sure.

There’s something he’s seeking for within the box. He’s grabbed it, holds it now in between his fingertips, piercing virtual holes into it. It’s probably the answer he didn’t find in your eyes.

It makes you flush furiously. Seeing his pretty hands with his long fingers touching it. Here’s the reason, he would have caught it on your cheeks if he wasn’t so busy looking for it elsewhere.

“I really thought that- you’d like it.” He sounds so saddened. You’re caught off guard. Again. So this present wasn’t meant to be a joke. It is a genuine one. It makes sense that he’s hurt then. You’re shitting all over his gift but how could you not? How could he believe that you could just accept that for a random gift? Slowly he makes the top of the box slide up, pout sucked in in concentration, dimple out. Your heart seems to stop at that. He’s not going to take it out, is he?

He can’t take it in his hands.

You’ll die if he takes it in his hands.

Fortunately, he just opens the box, looks at the satin bag, looks at it with a pained expression as if he feels bad for the thing, then closes it back.

“The woman at the shop said that it’s one of the best ones, for starters.” He sulks like a child. Bottom lip all plumped out, shiny eyes under curved eyebrows.

Jungkook looks up at you, ultimate sad puppy look on.

“She said the size and the texture were perfect if you’ve never used one before. It wouldn’t be too... what was that again?” He asks aloud as if you’d know. And you’re mortified. On behalf of him. The concept that he’s not embarrassed right now and that he went to an actual shop, browsed through the shelves and asked an actual saleswoman for help is absolutely insane. Unbelievable if it were not for the sincerity he’s dipped in. “And I picked blue because I know you like this colour. It matches your planner, doesn’t it?” He adds as if he’s not sure when obviously he knows.

It is surprisingly very close in shade. And so what? He expected you to love it so much, take fucking aesthetic pictures with it and your planner sitting on your fake marble desktop, next to Diego the succulent? What an idiot. And for how fucking long did he talk to that woman?

Silence hangs heavy between you. You watch as he scowls some more, mumbles under his breath while staring with despair at the box.

Slowly, resolute to be the better friend you have not successfully been these past weeks (months), you leave your protecting wall. Taking a seat on the carpet, on the opposite side of the table, you do your best to ignore the blue patch invading the bottom of your vision and try to give him the softest expression you can come up with at this moment.

“Why are you so butthurt?”

His curiously perfect round eyes raise in a swift motion, pouty lips agape in a silent little gasp.

“Sorry.” You apologize before he even gets to respond because, maybe, you could try harder to be good and nice to him.

“Because it’s a present.” He starts at a very slow pace. He pauses between words like he’s addressing a dim, dim brain. And he might be honestly. But he’s one to talk. How can he not see an issue? “That I’ve looked for and bought for you. That’s why I’m butthurt, what do you mean?”

“But- since when are we buying each other-“ You need to grow up. There’s no one else but him hearing you and since your last conversation about it, when he too was embarrassed, he’s able to say it just fine apparently. Still, you whisper the following, “sex toys?”

“Since you turned twenty-five and said you were interested in it.” His right-hand raises from the box to start flapping the air and you know it means bad news. He’s upset. When he needs his hands to further accompany his speech, it means he’s a bit too taken by the conversation. And in this case, you don’t feel like it’s a good idea for him to be. “When you were fourteen and into Legos, I bought you a set of Legos.”

Hardly makes sense.

“You’re just going to pretend it’s a random present?”

“It’s not random. I put thought into it.” His eyes are digging up intensively in your own. It might be desperation that leads you to remain still, allow him to look. Hopefully, he won’t dig deep enough to find stuff he shouldn’t. “Why do you hate it? I thought- I don’t know- you’re a- flourished single woman and-“

Flourished? Really? The words don’t come out of your mouth but he reads them on your face and an adorable smile cracks open the mask of gravity.

“Jungkook.” You owe him an effort. Maybe you should look into why it requires an act of inhuman courage for you to admit your shame. It might be because if he were anyone else, you’d be embarrassed by the present for five seconds because clearly, you’re still half of a fucking child but soon enough, you’d probably be enchanted by the thing. Who doesn’t need a good sex toy? You definitely do. You thought about getting one for a long while but never got to it for some reasons and here’s one offered to you (in a very pretty shade of baby blue).

The thing is you don’t think about anyone sexually except for him (and his friend Jimin, once in a while, just by curiosity because the guy is a very sexual being). If you don’t even consider them in this light, you don’t have to think about them using it, do you? But he’s all you think about, unfortunately. And you’re friends. And it feels like one step closer to your fantasy while simultaneously one step closer to betrayal. And he certainly is not offering you this wishing for you to keep close in mind the fact that this is his. His present. He knows about it. Maybe can think of you using it and liking it without any further implications. Because obviously, it’s not like that for him. “It's awkward. How can you not see that.”

“Is it? What is?”

“First of all, we don’t- we- don’t even talk about... it. And suddenly you’re buying me- this?”

“Yeah, I realized that too!” It’s too much enthusiasm. Eyes too big and hands not leaving the air. You can already guess his next sentence. It’s probably going to be a terrible suggestion. “I talk about sex all the time with the guys,” Your eyebrows jump to your hairline at that. You’re not even that surprised but the formulation could probably be fixed. “and you talk about it with your girls, right? But we’ve known each other the longest and we never talk about it. Isn’t it fucked up?”

“I wouldn’t say ‘fucked up’-”

“Well, I would. I am.”

“Don’t you- don’t you see that you’re a boy and coincidentally you can easily talk about it with the guys who happen to be boys and I am a girl, right? And I-“ Who would have thought? It took you fifteen years to finally be giving him the beginning of the talk about the birds and the bees. You would have given it to him sooner if you’d have known how far behind he’s been.

“But what if I need girl advice-“

“I’m sure Jimin knows a whole lot about girls, Jeon.”

“From a girl point of view. Real girl advice.”

“Jungkook-“

“If I ask what the G spot exactly feels like, what-“

“Jungkook!”

He’s amused, the fucker. He’s not as clueless as he sounds. But the crooked grin on his face is too telling. He might just be messing with you. Usually, when he’s just playing he wouldn’t insist so much, he wouldn’t take the conversation this far so surely, there are some genuine intentions. However, he's still having way too much fun.

With his frowned nose, and squinting shiny orbs and stupid bunny teeth.

“You’re just embarrassed, aren’t you?” You might have terribly loud red streaks painting your cheeks that you try naively to cover with your hands. He can see it all and silently, he nods his head, looking like he’s reached the final touch of his experiment. “How? What happened to the teenage girl who spent her nights writing dirty stories about Harry Styles?”

Horror.

How the fuck-

“How the fuck do you know about that?”

“You showed me!” He defends, hands high above in the air like a soccer player claiming innocence. “You did! You don’t remember?” No, you don’t. But you can tell he’s not lying. Apparently, young you was quite the fearless bitch.

What happened indeed?

Years happened. A growing sense of self-preservation along with them. Undesired feelings for an idiot with a bunny smile. An inappropriate sense of shame along with those.

“Anyway. So it’s a bribe for girl advice?” You ask, chin pointing to the box. Jungkook looks down on it, drums his fingertips lightly on the top before he looks up, beaming.

“Sort of.” Shrugging, he adds with a shifty eye that telltales a certain vulnerable sincerity. “I just wish for us to be able to share everything. Be comfortable like before.”

“Before what?” He stares for a long time, mouth shut. He then blinks the moment away and for the first time, you might believe ever, Jungkook looks like he might have a secret too.

“Just before. Back in the days, I mean.” He simply explains. His attention is back on the stupid box. He’s staring at the rose on top of it. Fingers playing with the corner of it.

“Back in your old days.”

“You’re older than me. So you really don’t want it?” Here he comes again with the sad puppy face. Why would it be breaking his dumb little heart to refuse a dildo from him? What kind of insane parallel universe is this? “Is it like a 'men are fine but little Jeon Jungkookie still has cooties so I can’t accept his present, it’s gross'?”

“Something like that.”

“Oh.” Defeated, he sighs. Another one of those soul-harming sighs. “Fine. I’ll get it refunded and you’ll buy yourself something else with the money then.”

Is he really going to make you do that?

As if the question is even to be raised. He can make you do anything.

“No, Guk, sorry. It’s fine. Sorry.” You start, hands clasping over the box you drag your side of the table. The only way you can do it is if you don’t actively think about what’s inside. “I’ll keep it. Sorry.”

“So you kind of want it?” He is grinning from one ear to the other. You can feel him giddy and excited, kind of jumpy on his seat and really, you don’t see any difference with the excitement he portrays each time he gets you any kind of presents and you tell him that you like it.

“I won’t use it.” It’s almost a threat. Eyes squinted in severe slits, index finger millimetres away from poking his eye. “It’s a gift so I won’t make you get a refund, that’s rude but- I won’t use it.” After a second of seemingly deep reflection, he breaks out in his loud, annoying boyish laughter. Eyes watery at the corners and hands clapping like a stupid seal. “I’m serious!”

“Sure.” He’s still cackling, the idiot. “But you should. The lady said it’s a best seller too.”

“Great. I don’t care.”

He has his eyebrows high, a twitch in his wide grin, and the amused black orbs. He doesn’t believe you one bit. “Course, you don’t.”

The idea that he sincerely expects you to use it might drive your delusional brain for a loop. He just wants to be the best gift-giver, the best Santa, and wants you to make good use of whatever he's got you. But how can he not consider that you could not use something like that, to pleasure yourself, when it’s directly related to him, your best friend? It’s weird as hell. It can’t be just weird to you.

Unfortunately, there’s no one you can come up with the question to have them agree with you. You already know what the girls will say. They’re even worse than you when it comes to Jeon Jungkook and your ambiguous (on your side solely) friendship. They’ll say the ship is sailed and start buying themselves bridesmaid matching dresses.

They don’t understand. It’s not like they’ve grown up with someone like him. Someone rather simple, authentic and kind, so much so, so much more than most people, that it turns him complicated because so different from other humans you can meet. There’s nothing to be read in between the lines with him. It’s always lovingly honest, blatant, generous.

He doesn’t mean anything else behind the gift besides a “have a good one!”.

And you didn’t mean anything else but the truth when you said you wouldn’t use it.

At the moment, anyway, you meant it.

A/N: hoping it makes sense and is not too raw, edited it at midnight TT; may i manifest a sugar daddy that would pay me to stay home and write fanfiction for you guys all day :). i really hope you like it, and hope also that you can handle the secondhand embarrassement because even i struggled. let me know what you think of the series so far, sending everyone reading this an infinite amount of virtual kisses and hugs, take care of yourself, love yourself and others a lot, BYEE.

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