#jeon jugnkook imagines

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𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 | 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏𝟖

i thought it was waterproof

tags/ warnings: games designer! jungkook, non-idol au, established relationship, smut in the forms of: outdoor stuff!!! by the pool!!!, fingering, boob man jungkook

word count: 1.2k

notes: yippee!!

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You had to hand it to Jungkook, the entire vacation had been more than you could ever dream of. And the day you found out the Airbnb had a pool; you’d asked him every single morning if the both of you had enough time in his meticulously planned schedule for a day by the pool in the back garden.

Jungkook could do lengths while you sunbathed, catching up on a book you’d had on hold for months now. Skin sun kissed warm, sunscreen tacky. Jungkook’s skin glistened with water each time his head rose out of the water for air, hair clinging to his forehead. Which he pushes out of his face, seemingly unaware of how utterly good he looked while doing so. Whatever higher being that sits there crafting every soul taking that little bit longer on forming Jungkook and his entire being.

“Jungkook” you call out his name when he takes a break, arms braced on the edge of the pool after another set of laps.

He perks up, eyes a little wide at the sound of his name as he pushes himself towards the side of the pool you’re on.

“Hmm?” he hums.

“Don’t you want this?” you ask him, pulling that dreaded little box from your bag beside your chair.

Jungkook’s eyes are impossibly wide, heart clawing its way up his throat at the sight of the ring box in your hands. He doesn’t think so many words have rattled about in his mind at once. So many questions dying out on his tongue.

Because if he asked if you’d looked inside, then surely, you’d figure out that it wasn’t really his smart watch. That he’d lied on a whim because he couldn’t tell you what was really inside because that would ruin the surprise. He swallows, eyes trained on the box before he’s glancing up at you.

“Oh um…” he starts, fingers tapping against the edge of the pool, water rippling around his body, “I don’t think it’s waterproof”

Silence stretches between the both of you for a moment, “I could have sworn it was…” your eyes narrow.

Jungkook shakes his head, arms flexing as he pushes himself out of the pool.

“Definitely not” he shakes his head, droplets of water cooling your legs, your boyfriend similar to that of a wet dog as he tries to dry himself off.

“I thought you got the waterproof one because you wanted to track your swimming, but they closed the pool down”

You tilt your head to look up at him as he slinks towards you, his knee pressing onto the sun lounger beside your leg.

“Have I told you how pretty you look today?” he murmurs, hand running up the length of your leg, gentle as he teases over the waist band of your bikini. Other hand pulling the small box from between your fingers, slipping it in the back pocket of his swim shorts.

“Yeah” you whisper, “when you fucked me in the shower. After breakfast too actually, and then when I made you coffee”

He hums, back bending so he can lean down and press a kiss to your bare shoulder. He’s ever so gentle, lips skimming across your warm skin, pressing that little bit harder when he gets to your collarbones. You feel his teeth nip at your skin, tongue pressing over the same place before he’s sucking. Evidence of his love blossoms under your skin, that slight twinge of pain slipping down your body and straight to your cunt as the visual mark he leaves behind as he travels further down your body.

You feel his fingers slip under the strap of the bikini, tugging it down your shoulders. His hands glide over your back to tug at the string that holds the top up, pulling the piece of fabric off you.

He groans, impatient as his hand grabs onto one of your boobs, fingers digging into the flesh as he cranes his neck down so his lips can wrap around your nipple. You feel his teeth graze over the sensitive skin, pussy clenching at the thrum of pleasure that ebbs throughout your body as he worships your body.

“So pretty” he murmurs, lips barely pulled away from you as he kisses over your chest, thumb brushing over one of your nipples, teeth nipping at your skin, utterly obsessed with the mere existence of you.

“Love you so much”

You hum, laugh catching in the back of your throat, moan slipping off your tongue when he really does sink his teeth into the meat of your chest.

“Shit—Jungkook” you whine, fingers tangling into his hair as he pressed his face further into your chest, hands running down the sides of your body.

You don’t miss the rouge hand that teases at your bikini bottom, dipping below the waist band. His fingers tease over your clit, your hips bucking upwards at the sudden rush of pleasure.

“God I love you so much” he presses another kiss against your chest as his fingers dip into your cunt. You clench around the intrusion, breathy laugh falling past Jungkook’s lips, tickling your skin as he gently thrusts his finger into you.

Another hickey blooms over your chest, his tongue laving over the mark.

You start rutting your hips up onto his fingers, palm of his hand pressing against your clit in the most delicious way as you chase your own high.

Your book slips off the chain, dull thump drowned out by the sound of Jungkook’s name slipping off your tongue like a mantra. His fingers slip out of you, slicked up in your own arousal and he thrums over your clit, sending you reeling further towards your orgasm.

You can feel your stomach tighten, fingers digging into the meat of his arms as your back arches, another wave of slick leaking out of you with each tingly wonderful sort of pleasure that has you seeing stars.

“Gonna cum for me pretty?” he urges, fingers tapping over wet pussy. Thumb falling back over your clit to pull you closer to where he wants you, teetering on the edge.

“Mmhmm” you nod, mouth falling open in a silent moan, hips frantic as you chase your own selfish pleasure.

“Cum for me then” he murmurs, lips wrapping around your nipple, teeth grazing over it, unbridled, raw, pleasure shoots straight to your pussy, enough to send you headfirst into your orgasm.

You blubber his name, hands still holding onto him like he were your only life line.

He fingers slow over your clit, teasing as they dip back into your cunt before pulling out so he can smear your own slick and cum over your folds, final sparks of pleasure ebbing throughout your body as you slowly come down from your high.

“So good for me, my pretty girl” his lips brush against the side of your neck, “Always so good for me”

Your chest stutters as you try and catch your breath, “You’re insatiable, you know that?” you mumble, hand wrapping around his wrist that’s still down pressed over your pussy.

“I know” he hums, finally pulling his hand away, fingers coated with your arousal. The both of you watch as it slips down his wrist, Jungkook completely unabashed as his tongue licks his hand clean of your cum.

You groan, turning onto your stomach so you don’t have to watch him.

“Baby” he hums, hand grabbing the meat of your ass, “Let me eat you out… you taste so good”

You pick your book up from off the floor, “Do whatever, just let me finish this chapter”

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Old Friends ~ JJK [Request]

WORD COUNT: 2k

PAIRING: Jungkook x Reader

GENRE: old friends to lovers, angst (not involving Jungkook) fluffy ending

WARNING: Mentions of knives, life endangerment, blood

All anyone ever wanted from you was your money, all they ever wanted to do was use you for what you had. It was exhausting constantly having to watch your back for someone who might double-cross you. 

"We'll see you Monday," Your lawyer announced as you began to walk out of your home office with him. They were there to help you with a problem, one of your so-called friends had been stealing money from you and the businesses that you ran. There was a reason never to hire friends to work for you. 

"You look tired, you should get some sleep." Your live-in maid said as she saw you walking towards the staircase of your home. Glancing over at her you smiled weakly, 

"I will. I just need something to eat first." You mumbled before walking down the spiral staircase to see your lawyer out and finally have something to it. You felt as though you hadn't eaten all day. You'd been in and out of business meetings at the office and when you finally got home you were doing the same thing all over again.

Strolling down the corridor toward the kitchen you froze when you saw one of the guest bedroom doors were open. It wouldn't have been Roseanne as she shut and locked every door that she entered.

Slowly pushing it open you frowned seeing the state of the room, clothes were strewn about all over the floor. It looked as if someone had been living in the room without you knowing about it.

As you were about to turn around to find Roseanne someone came out of the bathroom door and you screamed. 

"Shit! Miss Y/L/n," Jungkook, one of the men that worked inside of your house began to blush and apologise over and over again. Jungkook had been working for you for almost 12 years, he'd started working in your family when you were 18 and continued to work with you when the rest of your family had passed. 

"Jungkook. What are you doing?" You questioned as you covered your eyes and began to head for the exit. Though he was covered by a towel you weren't going to stare at him the entire time. 

"I'm sorry Y/n, I didn't have anywhere to go, I thought it would-"

"Just...Just get changed and talk to me outside," You giggled a little at the thought of him stammering over his words around you. The two of you had practically known each other your whole lives. Even when he didn't work for your family his mother and father did. 

"Here," You pushed some food in front of Jungkook with a mug of hot chocolate and sat down at the table. The two of you hadn't sat down to talk like this in almost five years, it felt weird to you doing it now.

"I needed a place to stay," He told you as he looked at the food, debating whether or not to eat it. 

"You could have told me. I would have given you a better room than the smaller guest bedroom." Jungkook knew that you were kind to him but he never wanted to impose himself upon you, 

"Y/n, I never wanted you to think-"

"That you were using me?" You questioned as you looked up at him. Taking a chip from his plate and giving it to yourself. 

"You know I would never accuse you of something like that Kookie," A blush began to creep up on Jungkook's cheeks as he heard the nickname you used to use for him. It had been too long since he had the name fall from your lips. 

"You haven't called me that in years," He laughed softly as he looked up at you. The first time he'd really looked at you and taken in your appearance for a while.

You'd changed so much from the last time he'd sat down with you like this. You were matured, beautiful but you still had that goofy smile that he loved so much.

"I haven't seen you in years...You're always too busy." You laughed as you sipped on your drink. The two of you had barely seen one another since both of your families passed away.

"I'm too busy? I think the woman who runs multiple businesses and manages an empire is busier than me." He scoffed shaking his head at you,

"I do not manage an empire and they're not my businesses, they were my fathers." You reminded him as you began to play with the cup in front of you. The subject of your father was always a tricky one between the two of you. He'd always hated Jungkook because he knew of your strong feelings toward him and forbade you from ever pursuing them.

"I'm sorry about that...Again," Jungkook whispered as he remembered when your dad had passed away. The man had left everything to you in his will which you hated him for. 

Everything he knew that you didn't want he gave to you. This was never the life you wanted. Always having to watch your back in case someone was going to stab you in it. You'd seen how crazy it had driven your father and it was as if this was all some kind of sick joke to him to make you deal with it.

"It's not your fault he died." You mumbled as you looked up at him. He'd gotten so skinny it was a wonder why you had never noticed it before. You'd wondered why he never tried to come to you for help in the first place.

"You're going to stay in the guest room upstairs," You ordered him as you began to eat casually. Jungkook knew never to disobey you, you always won arguments with him anyway.

"Fine, but you have to take money for rent out of my payments." You shook your head at him. 

"No, because then how are you going to find your own place?" He glared at you playfully throwing a chip at your forehead as you screamed out.

"Hey!" You laughed picking up a chip from your own plate and throwing it back at him, 

"No fair." He chuckled doing it again.

The two of you sat throwing food back and forth at one another until Roseanne came into the kitchen. Laughing to herself when she saw the two of you together for the first time in a long time. 

"Having fun?" She laughed when she saw you both giggling with one another. 

"Too much fun, I'm sorry about the mess. Let me help," You told her as you began to go over to the mess you had left around the kitchen. 

"No, no, both of you should go and wash up and go to sleep. It's late." Smiling at her you and Jungkook began to head up the stairs toward the guest bedrooms and your own. 

The longer Jungkook stayed with you the more you began to feel young again. Everything felt as though you had gone back in time to when you were 18 and having fun. With Jungkook around, you didn't have to worry about him using you for money or only being there because you paid him to. The two of you genuinely enjoyed being around one another.

"Hey I made us popcorn withmelted chocolate," You called out from the kitchen to who you thought was Jungkook coming into the house. 

"Kookie?" You laughed moving out from the kitchen to greet him when you saw your ex-boyfriend. The bowl dropped from your hand smashing against the hardwood floor.

"It's a pleasure to see you too," He smirked as he walked over to you, taking your body into his and hugged you tightly. You froze in place. Terrified to even move an inch as you felt his arms around you. 

"Who's Kookie?" You moved away from him the second his arms released you. You scolded yourself for not keeping the panic button in your kitchen.

"Y/n! I got us a bunch of Ryan Reynold movies and I-" Jungkook stopped speaking when he saw your Ex standing there. Neither of you knew he'd gotten out of prison.

Your ex was known amongst everyone in Seoul as the Immortal Dragon and had been caught and arrested almost two years ago. Everyone feared him because he was a mafia leader. Killed people for fun and the fact that he was there made you fear everything. 

"I heard the funniest rumour while I was in prison," He laughed as he began to walk towards you, picking up a knife from the knife block.

"That the woman I loved and devoted myself to helped keep me in prison." You began to back up toward Jungkook, hoping that the two of you could make it out of the house before your ex did something irrational. 

"That's crazy, right? She wouldn't do that to me." The knife he was holding was stabbed into the counter and you flinched. Stepping onto some broken glass and hissing as you felt it pierce your foot. 

"Whatever you want, just leave," Jungkook warned as he put you behind him to stop any immediate danger from happening to you.

"You're just the help, you might as well leave. This is between the adults." Jungkook stayed in place as he looked at you and to your ex. 

"It's every bit of my business if you're hurting the one I love." He stood his ground even when your ex picked the knife up once again.

"You should leave if you want to continue living."

"You should leave if you're going to continue threatening Jungkook." You snapped as you stepped in front of Jungkook to face your ex. There was no reason you should fear him, he'd proven many times before that he would never hurt a woman. 

"I just wanted to know why you turned me in," You scoffed, 

"Because you killed people, what other reason is there. You're a sick, twisted mother fucker and I'm glad you got caught." The knife was raised above your head but you didn't move. You stared straight back at him.

"Get out before I call the police." You ordered as he stared back at you, throwing the knife against one of the cupboards and sticking it in place.

"Are you stupid?! What if he'd stabbed you?!" Jungkook panicked as soon as the door to your house shut and he was gone. Jungkook took you into his arms, pressing your head against his chest. 

"He'd never hurt a woman," You mumbled as he began kissing the top of your head. Your hurt fluttering from each and every small kiss he gave to you.

"You don't know that, you could have been hurt," He whispered as you both sat on the sofa together. 

"I'm fine Kookie," You pulled away from his chest and looked at him as he blushed. The thought of something happening to you killing him inside. 

"I don't know what I would have done if he hurt you," He mumbled and you smiled reaching up to touch his cheek. 

"I don't know what I would have done." You counted, kissing his lips softly. Jungkook's eyes widened before he relaxed, bringing you closer to him as he kissed you back.

"I guess that means you still have feelings," He mumbled against your lips as you pulled away for air, 

"It does." You breathed out, pushing your hands into his hair and pulling him to lay down on the sofa with you. 

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Falling in love with: stars

Part of the "Falling in love with" vignette series. In which Reader falls in love with BTS members through different things.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Words: 1077

Warnings/notes: mild coarse language. These vignettes are getting longer and longer lmao.

"You're burning your marshmallows too much!" you giggle as you retrieve your stick from the heat.

"So? I like them toasty." He shrugs, stubbornly sticking the brochette of 5 plump marshmallows further into the fire.

"That thing will turn to a gooey mess in about 3 seconds" you point out with your own brochette.

Jungkook sticks out his tongue at you, and soon enough his marshmallows slide off the stick in strings of white goo.

"Waah!"

"Okay maybe two." You fight back a shit-eating grin as you look on with amusement at the scene unfolding before you. Jungkook is staring with his eyes blown wide at the stick that barely holds now two marshmallows. His mouth loosely agape as he stares in comical befuddlement at the missing pieces on his brochette.

You take a bite off your own warm sweets. "Consider yourself lucky those two even stuck with you."

His gaze drifts back to yours, a slightly perplexed look on his boyish features. A soft smile spreads across your lips as you can't help but stare back into the gleaming lights of his beautiful doe eyes. They fickle with the warmth of the bonfire's heat, and you helplessly watch in wonder as they glow for you. Your heart shifts uncomfortably inside you.

"Yeah, yeah, maybe you were right" he concedes, flashing you his bunny teeth smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. Your heart drops and leaps in your throat. Woah man, uncalled for.

You feel like choking on air, except you're actually choking on the crackers you were munching away. It takes barely a couple of coughs before the sweet boy runs to your rescue with his own bottle of water in hand. For a stupid, childish reason, you're ridiculously hesitant of drinking from Jungkook's bottle. You throw a couple of raspy 'I'm fine's that do nothing to appease jungkook as your coughing fit gets worse. He practically shoves the uncapped bottle into your hands.

You feel like a child as your heart rate skyrockets at the touch of your lips with the bottle. You empty its contents, drowning out the stupid lingering thought of a 6 year old version of yourself screaming at the idea of both of your lips indirectly touching.

"Thank you" you croak out averting his gaze, looking for the trash bag to throw the plastic away. You turn around and notice he's already back to his spot on the log perpendicular to yours, happily munching away at his marshmallows and crackers.

You feel your cheeks heat as you steal glances at him. Maybe it's the peaceful silence of the night enveloping you, the warmth of the fire, or the fact that both of you are alone, but you can't help but be drawn to him. To his twinkling eyes like stars.

"Pass me the bag of marshmallows" he interrupts your thoughts, pointing at a spot behind you.

"Nope. No sir, no more marshmallows for you." You cross your arms over your chest.

"There's still my brother left and there's only five more marshmallows in the bag. You had your share and lost your chance Kook, I'm sorry. " You bat your eyelashes at him.

"Since when do you care about your brother? "

"Woah look! You can clearly see Ursa Major from here " you ignore his comment, suddenly immensely interested in the night sky.

"Wha- are you trying to switch the topic?"

"Just look!" you point to the sky with insistence.

"I can't find it..." You hear him mutter. You steal a glance to find him scrunching his nose up at the night sky.

"Ugh, come here dummy. Let me show you where it is." You hesitantly offer, and Jungkook perks up at your words like a puppy that's been promised a treat.

He rushes to your side on the log and sits awfully close for your comfort. Shoulders rubbing, legs touching kind of close. Which, you note, is a bold move coming from him. Where is the shy bunny you make fun of?

"Well... ?" he drags the word as he stares deep into your eyes "Show me." He smiles, bunny teeth showing and all. You gulp. Damn.

"Oh, I'll show you. You'll see.” You break away from his gaze.

"It's right there, the brightest cluster of stars. They form a square, it has something like a tail coming out of it.” You point out.

It's a simple enough explanation, but it seems to go over Jungkook's head as you watch him stare with wide eyes at the sky in obliviousness. The adrenaline rush from being so close to his face throws your judgement out the window as you take his hand in yours, and point to the specific spots on the sky for his eyes to follow.

"Oh..." His eyes grow comically wide in amazement, a soft blush dusting his cheeks.

His skin is warm under your touch and soon enough your palms get sweaty. You drop his hand like it burns. And it does: your skin buzzes in excitement.

Both of your heads turn at the same time, your noses almost touching. You have his undivided attention, and you find yourself lost in his big bright eyes for what feels like eternity.

"Is this the part where both of you suck face? Because if that's the case I can go back where I came from."

You both jump out of your skin. "That's not -!"

"Yeah sure, I'll just take my marshmallows and leave." Your brother interrupts, casually strolling towards you to retrieve the bag of sweets.

"Geez, you can cut the tension between you two with a knife." He chuckles.

"No Dohyun, it's not like that! I was just showing Jungkook the Ursa Major." You rush to explain.

"Oh, you were?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Yeah, this dummy couldn't find it without me." You scoff, playing innocent.

"Oh I'm sure he couldn't... Especially since Jungkook was a boy Scout for five years" He comments, ever as casual. Your jaw drops.

"Top of his troop, the very best there was..." he smirks, and the air between you grows heavier. "Goodnight you two." He winks, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face as he leaves for his tent with the marshmallow bag in hand.

Both of you scurry away to your respective tents after a hurried exchange of goodnight’s. Minutes tick away as you remain sleepless inside the warmth of your sleeping bag. Your heart hammers against your ribcage at the memory of the stars, and how close they were to your reach. A pair of twinkling eyes, bright like constellations.

[kimnjss]

hooking up

— you’re barreling into his life when he least expects it, stealing all his attention until the nights spent studying are replaced with rolling around the sheets. he’s hopelessly romantic and you’re in it for the fun, but no one told you it would ruin your life.

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[svenotes]

stay with me | jjk

❝ maybe staying another night at your boyfriend’s isn’t such a bad idea ❞

[ PAIRING ] : jeon jungkook x reader

[ GENRE ] : established relationship au + smut and a smudge of fluff

[ WORD COUNT ] : 6k

[ WARNINGS ] : oral sex, some real good tongue technology on jungkook’s part, fingering, overstimulation, penetrative sex, creampie, LOTS AND LOTS of dirty talk, jk calls oc ‘baby’ and ‘pretty girl’ way too many times, oc worried that her bf is going to get tired of her, some mentions of anxiety, jk is the sweetest bf and even sweeter at sex, there is barely any plot and just a lot of sex im so sorry 

[ AUTHOR’S NOTE ] : i'm on my period and i got horny and then this happened

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“No.”

Jungkook shuffles behind you, the bed moaning. “You don’t even know what I’m going to ask.”

You shake your head, failing to suppress your smile as you slip on your thong. However, it does little to hide you from him. Glancing at the mirror, you see him shamelessly stare at your ass, licking his lips before he meets your gaze through the glass with a boyish grin.

You turn around to face him. “You’re going to ask me to stay.”

Jungkook hums, eyes dancing across your bare skin, darkening. Heat rushes to your cheeks as he admires you, confidence swelling in your chest and you take a moment to admire him. He sits at the edge of the bed, naked and yours, white, silk sheets pooled around his lower abdomen.

Your eyes trace over his rigid muscles, and your fingers itch to touch him. Even under the dim light, he is beautiful with his dishevelled hair and swollen lips. You finally meet his gaze and swear your knees almost give out. Heat pools in your stomach when you see the hunger in his gaze, breath hitching in your throat. Your thighs press together reflexively and it doesn’t go unnoticed by him.

“Wrong.” Jungkook pulls you at you until you're straddling him. He cranes his neck to press butterfly kisses along your jaw. “I was going to ask you to not leave.”

“Baby.” You thread your fingers in his hair, tugging at the strands. “That means the same thing.”

“Don't care,” he hums, pressing a firm kiss against your lips. “Don’t go.”

His plea tugs at the strings of your heart. It’s hard to say deny him. It’s especially hard to deny him with his dick hard, prodding against your thigh and his lips coercing you to stay cocooned under the sheets with him. However, the anxiety that builds in your chest is overwhelming and the thoughts that kept you up the night before still linger.

“Jungkook.”

“Unless you’re telling me you're staying, I don’t want to hear it.”

You giggle, leaning down for a sweet kiss. Minutes pass by before you pull away with a burn in your lungs and clouded mind. He chases after your lips, but you tilt your head for his lips to press against the corner of your lips, to his reluctance.

“Baby,” you start, “I need to go home and get new clothes. I’ve spent the entire weekend here and now I have nothing to wear.”

“I like you naked, anyway.” He grins as you slap his chest, failing to bite back your smile. “You can wear my clothes.”

“I have no underwear left.”

“I have a laundry machine.” He traces every curve of your spine, sending shivers down your back. “You’ll have clean clothes tomorrow.”

You brush the long strands of his hair from of his face. “I could grab some new clothes and come back tomorrow.”

“It’s going to be dark soon,” he reasons, unhooking your bra with two fingers and you cock a brow. “Leave in the morning — after breakfast. Dangerous people come out at night, y’know? I don’t want anything bad happening to you.”

“You would’ve won me over with that one if you didn’t unhook my bra,” you remark, pinning him with a look.

“Really? Wait, lemme redo that—!” You let out a heartfelt laugh, throwing your head back and he grins. “Seriously, don't go. I don’t want you walking outside late at night.”

“The sun’s only about to set, I can get home before it gets too dark.”

Jungkook’s brows pinch together, lips curling downwards. “You’re trying so hard to leave. Why?”

Your heart misses a beat and you pray he doesn’t notice the hesitation in your eyes as anxiety swells in your chest. Your worries flood your mind as a reminder as why you must leave.

“You're going to get sick of me if I don't give you some space.”

“I could never get sick of you,” he retorts, holding you closer with a shake of his head. “And I don't need space from you. Wanna keep you in my arms forever.”

Your gaze softens on him and his cheeks are coloured pink. “Kook.”

“I don’t want you to leave — not tonight.” He presses hot, open-mouthed kisses against the column of your throat. “Want you to stay with me.”

You indulge in the idea; one more night. You could stay one more night. You could. However, the fear in your chest does not allow for it. You’re scared — worried if he spends every waking moment with you he’ll soon get tired of you. Perhaps it’s a stupid thought considering you’ve been dating for over a year now, but the dread still lingers. No matter how much you reason with it, it haunts your thoughts — keeps you awake in the middle of the night even as he rests in your embrace.

He drags you from your reverie, pressing a kiss against the sweet spot under your ear and you let him have his way for now.

“Don’t go,” he says again in a whisper, pleading with his eyes. “Please. I want you to stay.”

Before you can answer he leans down to press his lips against yours. His lips meld with your own in a fervent kiss, his hand trailing down your body and tracing the curve of your ass, as he presses himself against your core. You roll your hips against him as the kiss becomes more sloppy and desperate with every press of him against you. Waves of pleasure shoot down to your core, your pussy clenching around nothing.

“Jungkook,” you moan.

His lips trail down the underside of your jaw, pressing a wet kiss against your pulse. A coil of desire begins to tighten at every nudge of his shaft against your nerves, nails digging into the skin on his back in response.

“Ngh — Jungkook, please,” you urge as presses his hips against yours, applying pressure to your bundle of nerves.

“Please, what, baby,” he hums, smirking against your skin. “Use your words.”

“Touch me. Please, ah,” you moan, throwing your head back against the pillow. “Need you to touch me.”

He throws your unhooked bra to the side. Bringing a hand to wrap around your breast, he squeezes it adoring how soft and pliant you are under his touch. You arch your back as his tongue flicks against your perked nipple.

“Are you sure?” He asks, his warm breath fanning across the pebbled bud on your breast. “Thought you had to go, hm?”

“Jungkook—!”

“I won’t stop until I’m satisfied,” he says, hoarse, searching your eyes for an answer. “I won’t let you go until you’re begging me to stop. Do you want that?” He rolls grinds his cock against your core, groaning. “Won't stop ’til I feel your hot, tight pussy milk me for every last drop. Ah, wanna feel you fall apart on my cock, see you all pretty and full of my cum, hear you beg for more and more until you break.”

You gasp at his vulgar words, the hot, white coil tightening in your stomach. You wish so badly for him to be inside of you when you clench around nothing. His lips wrap around your perked nipple, licking and biting you, eliciting the sweetest of moans from your lips as his tongue swirls around your bud.

Your thread your fingers through his hair, pulling at the strands at the nape of his neck how he likes it. He moans against you as you continue to experimentally roll your hips against him, desperate for some friction — for him.

“Do you want that, too, baby?” He asks, leaving a trail of kisses up the valley between your breasts. “Means you can’t go home though. You’ll miss your train if you let me do the things I want.”

“Are you sure you’re not going to get tired of seeing me every day?”

You try to laugh, but your voice comes out strained and full of worry. It doesn't sound like a joke as you hoped, voice shaking as you ask your question. Your heart thunders in your chest and you wonder if he can hear it.

Jungkook stills, his lips brushing against your collarbone. He pulls back to look at you, brows furrowed and eyes full of confusion.

“You think I’m getting tired of you?”

You look away from his piercing gaze and he doesn’t like it. Taking your face in his hands, he urges you to meet his eyes and you find yourself meeting his concerned gaze.

“Talk to me,” he says, softly.

You take a deep breath, eyes flickering to your hands resting against his chest. Mustering the courage to open up, you meet his gaze again as he patiently waits for your response, a thumb rubbing soothingly against the soft skin of your cheek.

“I—I’m scared that you're going to realize I’m not as great as you think I am,” you begin softly, voice shaking. “I’m worried if you spend too much time with me you'll get sick of me. I’m scared you’re going to get tired of me and leave me.” You pause, noticing the bewildered expression on his face. “I wanted to leave so I could give you space in case you wanted it. I didn’t — I don’t want to suffocate you.”

He’s silent for a long moment and you know it’s because he’s collecting his thoughts. However, a part of you still worries. You worry it's because he realizes he has grown tired of your presence. You worry he realizes that you have too much emotional baggage and doesn’t want to deal with it. You worry because you have a hard time accepting someone’s love.

“I haven’t done a good job at being your boyfriend,” he starts and your eyes widen, “if you’re thinking I’m going to get sick of you.”

“No,” you reply immediately, cupping his face. “It's not you. It’s my insecurities — my anxiety. You’re more than perfect. You say and do all the right things, Kook. I just… I’m scared one day you’re going to get tired of me — tired of constantly reassuring me, sick of having me around all the time and clinging to you.”

You’ve talked to Jungkook about it before. He knows about the thoughts that keep you up at night — the worries that gnaw at you until you’re in tears. He knows and he stays. He tries to help you in every way he possibly can. He holds you when you need it, whispers reassuring words, comforts you no matter when or where. He’s there for you in every possible way because he loves you.

But sometimes your anxiety gets the best of you — especially when it comes to him.

“Baby,” he starts and it’s hard to meet his eyes, “I will never get tired of you. I will never get sick of you.”

“You don’t know that—!”

He cuts you off, “But I do. I know because I can’t get enough of you. I don’t think I ever will. Every moment you’re not with me all I want is you. All I can ever think about is you. You drive me crazy and you don’t even know it. All I ever want is you beside me, in my arms, in my house with me. I always want you right beside me — right where you belong.” A pause. “You know I love you, right?”

“I love you, too.” Your response is almost immediate and he smiles, leaning to press a soft kiss against your lips.

“Do you know how much I love your laugh?” You’re silent. “Do you know how much I love making you smile; how much I love waking up beside you and falling asleep with you in my arms. How much I adore your victory dances when you win games and your snoring—!”

“Hey!” You complain, but there’s a smile curling on your lips to match his.

“I love you so much — every single part of you — I couldn’t possibly ever get sick you. I love you so much I don't ever want to let you go.”

Hesitantly, you look at him and let the sincerity of his words sink in. His eyes are full of adoration for you and your heart is enveloped by a sudden warmth only he can elicit in you. Lifting your hand between your bodies and extend your pink finger to him.

“Promise?”

He doesn't hesitate to wrap his small finger around yours before sealing the promise with a sweet kiss. “Promise.”

“Okay,” you say, gnawing on your bottom lip. “I wasn’t being too clingy this weekend? I wasn’t bothering you or being annoish—!”

“I’m going to stop you before you say more things I don’t like.” He smothers your face in his hands, eyes narrowed. “Remember, I wanted you here this weekend, too. And I want you to spend another night because I love you and I’m going to miss you when you’re gone.”

“Okay,” you murmur, shyly. “I’ll stay the night.”

“Good. I want my pretty girl beside me,” he chuckles under his breath, tucking a loose curl behind your ear. You notice his eyes grow softer, an emotion you cannot decipher hidden behind the awestruck in his eyes that leaves butterflies in its wake. “Move in with me.”

You blink. “What?”

“I—!" His eyes are wide as if he didn’t expect himself to say the word himself. His eyes flicker downwards before they meet yours again with purpose. “I want you to move in with me.” A deep breath. “My apartments too big for just one person and I miss you whenever you’re gone. You spend more time here than you do at your own place anyway. Move in with me.”

You search eyes and all you're met with is sincerity. “Are you sure?”

“Yea,” his smile is soft but it makes your heart swell. “Yea, I'm sure. I’m tired of waking up every morning and not having you beside me.”

“Moving in?” You ask, uncertainly.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you for a while, but I wasn’t sure if you were ready. And you don’t have to give me an answer tonight or tomorrow. I want you to think about it and if you’re not ready, that’s okay because I’ll wait for you. You’re worth the wait.”

“Kook—!"

“I already know I want to spend the rest of my life with you, ___.” Your eyes widen at the declaration and his cheeks are coloured pink despite the bright smile on his lips. “I know we’re not there yet, but I want you every single day for the rest of my life. So while I wait for you to be my wife, I want to move in with you.”

Jungkook momentarily stills before he realizes the soft pressure against his lips is your own, smiling into the kiss as he closes his eyes. He kisses you tenderly and sweet, but there is desperation behind them. You’ve kissed Jungkook thousands of times but he still makes your head dizzy as he slips his tongue between the seams of your lips. You’re not sure how long you stay like that, your fingers tangled in his hair and his own pulling you closer towards him.

He pulls back first, a string of saliva connecting you before he places another firm kiss against your lips. “Was that a yes?”

“Yea,” you breathe, grinning. “Yea, it was.”

He flips you onto the bed with practiced ease, your back hitting the mattress as he hovers over you. You giggle as he places butterfly kisses all over your neck and shoulder.

“I love you so much,” he breathes, face hidden in the crook of your neck. “My pretty, pretty girl.”

“Jungkook.”

“Yes.”

“I want to cum.”

He laughs, pulling away. “Shameless, too.”

He leaves a trail of kisses down your body until he’s a hair's breadth from your cunt. His fingers brush against your closed slit, arousal leaking through the flimsy material as he presses against your core. Your breathing becomes erratic when he presses a kiss against your clothed lips.

“Baby — fuck.” Your eyes roll back as he drags his tongue to your clit, the friction from the fabric on your nerves driving you crazy. “St-stop, agh, teasing.”

“You’re not in the position to make rules, baby,” he says, rubbing against your clothed clit. “I’m going to take my time with you — have you begging for me to taste your cunt. And when you do, I’ll use my tongue to lick every little drop of sweetness from your pussy. Make you come on my mouth over and over until you’re begging me to stop.”

You whine, “Please.”

He teases you, moving your underwear aside just enough to lick a long stripe from your pussy to your clit. Groaning, he meets your eyes as your underwear slides back in place.

“You taste so good, baby,” he purrs, pressing a kiss against your thigh. “And you're so fucking wet. Bet I could slide right into you.” His fingers are back on you, brushing against your clit but not enough to do anything. “You want me, baby?”

Your arch your back in response to his next ministration. “Yes.”

His touch is gone just like that and you whine, brows furrowed in frustration. He snaps the waistband of your thong against your skin with a smirk.

“Beg.”

“Jungkook—!”

You’re about to complain, but he cuts you off. “Beg or I’ll fuck myself using that pretty mouth and leave you dry. Tell me, baby, how bad do you want me?”

“Please, baby, I need you.” Your hooded eyes meet his heated gaze. “Need your fingers, mouth, cock — you. I need you so bad. Wanna feel you so bad, please.”

“Could be better,” he muses before he presses a kiss against your clothed core. “But I’m impatient.” He taps your hips. “Up.”

Helping you out of your underwear, he brings his face towards your core, blowing against your opening. His nose brushes against your thigh as he places another kiss against the soft skin, hooking your legs over his shoulder.

“You’re soaking and I’ve barely touched you.”

You hum, contentedly when his tongue brushes against your slit. “All for you.”

“My pretty girl,” he rasps, nose brushing against clit. “So wet and needy for me.”

Before you can complain again you feel his hot, wet tongue press harshly against your lips before he drags it up to your clit. He swirls the rosy muscle on your clit, teasingly until your moaning and breathless. Without warning, his lips envelop around your throbbing bud, sucking in full force you scream his name as your hips buck. Warm hands hold your waist down as he hums, tongue licking against your entrance again. For a moment he dips inside you, moaning at the taste of your sweetness before going back to suck at your clit the way you love it and you see stars behind your lids.

He repeats the motion over and over, swirling his warm tongue around your swollen bud and sucking it in a way that has you forgetting your own name. Against your slick lips, he whispers praises, before he slips two fingers into your warm cavern and curling his fingers inside you.

“O-oh, fuck—!” you gasp, fingers tangled in his hair. “Don — mmngh — don’t stop, ngh.”

“Gotchu,” he grins when he finds your sweet spot. “Does it feel good, baby?”

“S-so good.” Your nails scrape against his scalp and he emits a low groan. “So fucking good, fuck.”

His fingers continue their onslaught at a new pace, brushing roughly against the spot that leaves you breathless. His lips are back on your clit like a hot suction and you scream out from the overwhelming pleasure.

“So fucking tight,” he muses, pressing a kiss against your bud. “Your pretty cunt's taking my fingers so well, baby. You sound so pretty while I fuck you with my fingers, but you sound prettier when you cum, you know that?”

Your head is spinning from euphoria, ecstasy and the lack of oxygen, but it doesn't matter — not when he's bringing you closer and closer to your release.

“Mngh — J-Jungkook!” He sets a new violent pace that leaves you overwhelmed as he hits your sweet spot. His name falling out your lips like a broken record while he licks at your juices, groaning against your cunt when you fist his hair and pull him closer to you. An electrifying coil in your lower abdomen tightens, building further when his ministrations bring you closer and closer to your peak. You clench around his fingers, bucking your hips further into his hand, whimpering as you say, “God, yes — ngh, fuck. I’m so close.”

“Cum for me.”

Euphoric pleasure slowly, yet surely floods through your body, his lips enveloped around your sensitive bud as he curls his fingers against your soft spot. With one last flick of his tongue, you fall off the euphoric cliff as he laps at your juices. He presses harsh, but sure circles against your clit with his thumb as you ride out your orgasm. Your hip spams, thighs trembling as he coaxes you through an indescribable, mind-blowing release that leaves your vision white.

His lips don’t leave your nether regions, wincing at the oversensitivity. You tug at his strands of hair but he shakes his head.

“Not done with you yet,” he whispers, licking the fruits of his efforts once his fingers slip out of your dripping cunt. “Wanna have you crying my name. Wanna show you how much I love you. Will you let me?”

You lift your head from the pillow, leaning on your elbows as you sit up. He holds your stare, smirking before he flattens his tongue and drags it up your slit to your sensitive bud and you shudder. His grip on your thighs tightens to keep you in place before he lowers his head between your thighs, the hot suction back on your clit.

“Agh, Kookie.” You throw your head back, chest heaving. “I’m too—” Gasp. “—sensitive.”

“You can take it.” A kiss against your nether lips. “Wanna show you how much I want you — how much I love the taste of you. I’m not letting you go until you’re begging me to stop. You up for that? Want me to remind you how good I can make you feel?” He dips his tongue back in you and you hiss. “Can you be my pretty, little slut, baby, hm? You wanna make me happy, don’t you?”

“Y-yea.”

You feel him smile against your thigh. “Who does this pretty pussy belong to?”

“You.”

“That’s right.” A rewarding stroke his tongue. “This pussy belongs to me. You’re mine. This pussy is mine. Will you let me play with this pretty cunt, baby?”

He watches you with hunger in his eyes and the desire to have him use you as he pleases to seek his own pleasure overcomes you.

He brushes his tongue against your swollen nub, and you gasp, “Yes.”

“Pretty girl,” he hums and you’re immediately wrapped around his finger. “Do you want to be my perfect little slut?” You nod, meeting his heated gaze, a wolfish grin curling on his lips. “You're too good to me, you know that, baby?” He teases his tongue around your entrance, eliciting a whine from you. “My pretty girl.” Lips wrap around your clit and you scream, body falling limp against his sheets. “My perfect, little slut.”

And with that his tongue is on you, violently bringing you to another release. You are oxygen and he is a man deprived, burying himself deeper in your cunt. A growl emits from the back of his throat as you thread your fingers through his hair, your winces from oversensitivity shifting to moans of pleasure. He finds home between your thighs, reluctant to leave as he licks at every drop of sweetness you grant him. Jungkook brings you to release over and over until your tears stream down your face and you find it hard to take the pressure of his tongue against your overly-sensitive nerves.

With one last wave of pleasure washing over you, he pulls away. His cheeks are coated with a warm fuchsia, lips parted as he looks at your cunt with a predatory gaze. From his nose to his chin, he is covered in a sheen of your juices, eyes blown out as they meet your own.

He adores your fucked out expression, your chest heaving while you catch your breath. His tongue swipes at the remnants of your release on his swollen lips, the back of his hand wiping the excess off his chin before he leans down to catch you in a short kiss. When he pulls away, his eyes search yours for any sign that you want to stop, but he finds nothing.

“You did so well, baby,” he whispers against your lips. “How are you feeling?”

“You told me you would make me pretty and full of your cum.” His gaze hardens on you, dark eyes trained on your own. “‘M not full of your cum yet. Can you fix that?”

“Such a greedy slut.” A smile grows on his lips as he leans down to your neck, nipping at the skin. “I made you come on my mouth so many times, but you still want more. Greedy, needy slut.”

“For you.” You wrap your legs around his waist as you grind yourself against his dick. “Only for you.”

He groans, hips rolling in rhythm with yours. “You like being my slut?”

“I like being yours.”

He stills for all of a second before he breaks out into a grin, laughing as he presses a kiss against your lips. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

You wrap your arms around his neck and pulls his lips back on yours. As he leans towards you, his shaft presses against your folds. You’re barely able to focus on the kissing as you lose yourself in the overwhelming sensation as he grinds against you, coating his length with your juices.

A knot forms in your lower abdomen like a hot, tight coil wanting to snap. You can already feel yourself get needy at the feeling of his length against your folds, but before you can act upon it—!

“Tsk.” Jungkook clicks his tongue against his teeth as he catches you trying to slip his cock past your folds. “You want my cock?”

“Mhm,” you hum in a daze, eyes lazily meeting his. “Want you inside me.”

“It’s not going to be that easy, baby.” You furrow your eyes at that, mouth opening in protest. “Beg for it. Tell me how badly you want to be fucked by my cock.”

You frown. “That’s not happening—!”

There’s a teasing pressure against your pussy that makes you gasp, eyes rolling back as your mouth hangs open. A soft whimper escapes from you as he adjusts his cock to rub against you, mixing his pre-cum with your juices.

“What was that?” He asks, smirking and you glare at him through your lashes. “Don’t make this harder than it has to be. I can give you everything you want if you just—” he leans down until his lips brush against your ear, his finger grazing over your sensitive clit and you hiss, pushing your hips against his hands for more, “—beg.”

Again, you ignore his request but more so because he aligns his cock to prod against your cunt and you cannot focus on anything but your need to have him buried in you. You can feel the sudden weight in the pit of your stomach as you lick your lips.

“So hungry for my cock,” he grunts. “You want something to fill you up so good you forget your name, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you cry at the lack of attention on your sex. “Please.”

“Please what?” He asks, lips curling because he knows he has you exactly where he wants. “Words.”

“Please fuck me,” you give in, frustrated as your walls clench around nothing. You’re hungry for more — body craving more of what he’s willing to offer; of the undeniable pleasure he would provide if you just gave in. “God, I want your cock — need it. Need you to fill me up, need you to fuck me — nngh!” You moan, body going rigid against his as his head rubs against your swollen bud, fingers tweaking at your perked nipples. “Want you so bad, baby. Wanna be your perfect, little slut so bad. Have me however you want, I don’t care — do whatever you want to me. I don’t fucking care.” You grind yourself against him, chest heaving as the desire for him to fill you up becomes desperate. “Just fuck me, baby, please.”

“That’s my girl.” He rewards you with a kiss. “I’ll fuck you, baby. I’ll fill you up with my cock. Gonna bury my cock deep inside your slick cunt. Gonna stretch out your walls so good no other cock will be good enough for you — no other cock could ever fill you up like mine. No one will fuck you better than me.”

“That’s right, baby,” you urge. “Make me yours.”

Painfully, slow he slips his cock into your warm cunt, groaning. He’s big, in both length and grith, causing a slight burn accompanied by an abundance of pleasure. Moans fill the room as he fills you up to the brim, inch by inch until he no longer can. Your hot, slick walls clench around him and he groans, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck.

“Stop that,” he growls, brows furrowed in concentration. “You’re so fucking tight, ah. If keep you do that I’m going to fucking blow my load.”

“Do your worst, baby,” you say, eyes hazy. “I want you to ruin me.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice, unsheathing himself from your cunt until the tip is nestled an inch within your entrance and then slams himself back into you. A lewd moan erupts from both of you as the stars decorate your vision. You arch your back, pressing your chest against his, eyes rolling back every time he sinks back into you. With each thrust and roll of your hips, he rubs himself against the spot that leaves ecstasy rushing through your veins.

“You’re so, agh, hot like this.” You can feel the pressure build in your stomach, the coil tightening with every brush of him against your sweet spot. “So hungry for my cock.”

“Feel so good in me,” you moan, watching as his dick slips in and out of your cunt. “Fill me up, ah, so good. Fuck, take what’s yours, baby.”

He visibly shudders at that before latching his lips on your perked nipple. His tongue laps around the perked bud on your breast, spare hand coming to knead the other before he swaps breasts.

You groan, dragging your nails down his back, sure to leave a mark. “Oh, fuck.”

Your eyes roll back as the head of his cock brushes roughly against the spot that has you seeing stars. He has your toes curling, his name coming out like a mantra as he ravishes your body, moaning into your neck. A knot of pleasure tightens, burning like a hot coil and he knows with the way you pulse around his dick that you’re so, very close.

You can taste the bits of your orgasm on the tip of your tongue, but it’s still not enough. You need so much more and he hears it in your pleas.

“Puh—please,” you breathe as you feel him press his lips against your pulse. “Hard—oh, my God.” You barely get the words out of your mouth before he’s ploughing into you with a force that knocks the air out of your lungs. “Ngh, like that, fuck. S-so good, baby. Feels so good.”

“Yeah,” he groans, biting your neck. “So good to me, fuck. Such a good fucking girl.” At that, you squeeze around him and he lets out another lewd moan. “You gonna cum?”

All you manage is a nod and a sharp breath of air. His hand slithers down your body to find your clit and he presses against it harshly, eliciting a hiss from you. It’s oversensitive from the multiple times he made you cum on his tongue, but he doesn’t care because he knows you love it. He’s quick to rub circles around the bud and smirks to himself at your vocal response.

“Don’t — ah — stop.” You feel the coil burn more, pleasure building in your body like rapid fire. So fucking close to your next release, even as the sensitive bud stings. “Gonna — ah — gonna cum.”

His lips are eager for yours, pressing against them in a searing, hot kiss as he tries to coax the orgasm from you with his sinful lips. You can taste yourself on him and hum. His release threatens to unravel before him, but he fights against it so he can feel you wrap around his cock when you cum. He lifts himself off you to admire the blissful look on your face as you slowly become undone before him.

“Pretty girl — ngh,” he whispers, hot breath fanning over your cheeks and you whimper. “All mine. Come — ah — for me, hm? Come all over my cock, baby.”

Sweat drips down both your bodies, your walls clenching around him as he fucks you hard. Every thrust leaves his head nudging against your sweet spot, clouding your vision white. A fire builds within you again, leaving you to gasp for air between every moan.

“Kook, I — ah, I can’t come—” Moan. “I can’t come again.”

Softly rubbing against your clit, he presses a chaste kiss on your lips. “You can take it. You’ve been such a good slut for me, tonight, baby. You can do it. Come around my cock for me.”

And with his words and one last thrust, the burning coil snaps, pleasure rushing through your body in euphoric waves. Your veins flood with ecstasy and he soon follows, his seed coating your walls. Overwhelming pleasure unravels within you both like a wildfire, spreading across your bodies as he continues his pace to ride out your highs. His lips find yours once again, pressing a lazy kiss against yours as you both ride out the last remnants of your orgasms.

Once he’s caught his breath, he slowly slips out of you, lifting himself to admire the way his seed spills out of your pretty cunt. You feel his cum spill out your cunt, down your thighs and onto the sheets beneath you.

“Such a pretty cunt,” he says aloud and your lips curl into a tired smile. “So dirty and full of my cum.”

He leaves the bed, heading towards the washroom to grab a warm cloth and you lay there, tired. Exhaustion seeps itself into your bones, lids heavy as they flutter shut. You don’t hear Jungkook return, but rather feel him when a warm cloth brushes against your swollen pussy, cleaning you up. He’s swift to clean you up the best he could before attending to himself and putting the rag away. Maneuvering over you, he brings the blanket over your bodies, nudging you to lay beside him.

“You were so good, baby,” he whispers as he pulls you closer towards him. “Always so good for me.”

“Mhm.”

He chuckles. “Are you tired?”

“Yea.” You nuzzle against his chest finding comfort in listening to his heartbeat. “I honestly could’ve knocked out after that first orgasm.”

He laughs, pressing a sweet kiss against your forehead. “Sleep. We have a long day tomorrow.”

“We do?” You furrow your brows. “Why? What’s tomorrow?”

“I’m gonna help you pack your boxes so you can move in by the end of the week.” You laugh along with him, throwing a leg over his own as you get comfortable. “Are you sure? You really ready to move in?”

Unable to hide your smile, you press a chaste kiss to his chest. “Yea, I’m sure.”

"You’ll be stuck with me for a long time,” he hums, exhaustion washing over him. “I won’t be letting you go for a while.”

"You better not.” Your smile quickly turns to a frown when you finally notice. “Jungkook?”

“Yea.”

“I'm hungry.”

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"Would You Rather...?” Drabble 07 [Reader x Jungkook]

Would you rather wear one of Jimins rings or wear one of Jungkooks hoodies?

I think this one is the 7th WYR answer? Anyway, here it is! Only about 1.1k words so go me! :P

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Somebody To Lean On

“Oh my God y/n, what’s the matter?” asks a concerned Jungkook as he answers the door to see you shivering in the rain.

“I-I’m sorry” you stammer, aware that it’s probably nearly midnight now.

Why did things always have to go so horribly wrong for you? Every time you try to turn your life around, show your face to the world, allow yourself to be happy, someone just has to rain on your parade… It just also happened that it’s literally raining right now too which doesn’t exactly help matters for you.

“Come in! Come in!” Jungkook insists, making way at the door frame to let you walk into his hallway.

Closing the door behind him, first thing’s first. He needs to find out what’s going on and what has made his friend so upset.

“Why do I always pick the stupid ones?” you sob, plonking yourself down on his sofa.

“Y/n, start from the beginning… What happened?” he asks, standing in front of you.

“I had that date tonight… You know, with--”

“Yes” he interrupts, not even wanting to hear the name. He knows who you’re talking about immediately. Just the other day you had confided in him and only him that you were planning to meet your ex to try things again and see what happens. Jungkook never liked that guy since he had hurt you the first time from accusing you of cheating in the relationship.

“Everything was going so nicely… You know, we were chatting, the meal was lovely, drinking… Why’d he have to do it again to me?” you cry uncontrollably, unable to get out a full explanation.

“Y/n… breath slowly” he instructs in an attempt to calm you. “What did he do to you y/n?” he asks in concern, thinking it could be a variety of things really from all the shit he had done to you in the past.

“I-I-I was just… I went to the toilet because he’d been gone for a long time and I couldn’t hold it any longer a-a-and… I can’t believe it still Jungkook, I-I really can’t!”

“Hey, here, here” he replies with sympathy, pulling you in for a cuddle on the couch. Your clothes are rather damp but he tries to get over that.

“How low do you have to be to be fucking some other girl in the toilets of all places and whilst on a date with someone else!” you exclaim, voice muffled into his chest.

Jungkook’s heart sank at that. He knew it was a bad idea for you to see that guy again. He knew this guy would let you down sooner or later. Even Jungkook hadn’t thought he’d let you do that soon.

“Just hold onto me, yeah? You can squeeze me as tightly as you want” he offers, desperate to comfort you.

You give him the tightest hug you think you’ve ever given anyone with your arm around his torso, clinging on for dear life. Your heart felt like it was in tatters. You felt so stupid.

“It’s my fault, isn’t it? I just gave him another chance just like that and--”

“No! Don’t you say that!” he exclaims, pulling you away to look into your eyes, his hand firmly on your shoulders to give you a serious talk. 

“You… You are the most kind-hearted person I know. You always believe people deserve second chances. You always try to see it from their side, no matter how awful they’ve been…”

“God! I’m so stupid!”

“That’s not what I was getting at y/n”

“It’s true though! If I hadn’t’ve given him that chance to just talk, then I wouldn’t have given him the chance to crush me up all over again!”

“Please listen y/n!” begs Jungkook, still trying to catch your gaze and make proper eye contact. “Do I think you walking here in the rain instead of getting a cab was stupid? Maybe.”

You chuckle a little through the tears at this, trying to dry your eyes a little for your friend.

“But! Do I think you’re stupid for wanting to try again? Of course not”

“Thank you Jungkook… I’m sorry to be a burden…”

“You’re not” he assures you, registering the dampness of your clothes travelling to his hands. “Tell you what, let’s get you some dry clothes and I’ll make you a nice warm drink, yeah?”

“I’d like that, thank you” you reply, taking Jungkook’s hand as he stands up and reaches out to you.

You had never seen Jungkook’s bedroom before but it felt cosy and homely. He has a simple white and grey colour scheme but it’s nice. 

You watch him fumble about in some drawers in search of some dry clothes and he grabs a hoodie which was hanging on the back of his door.

“Here, have these. If you want, you can stay the night if you need” he tells you. “Uh - you don’t have to, of course” he chuckles nervously. “The offer’s there though”

You smile at your friend for his kindness. You didn’t really want to be alone tonight after all that commotion at the restaurant.

“Thank you”

“I’ll leave you to, uh… yeah” he nervously replies, bowing his head a couple of times awkwardly and leaving the room.

You hear his footsteps fade out as he goes back down the stairs and you take that as the right time to undress from your soggy clothes.

Jungkook’s clothes feel just as comfortable as his room looks. The fabric softener he uses smells heavenly as you pull one of his black shirts over your head after taking off your dress. The tracksuit bottoms that are a little big on you but manage to stay up with a simple bow in the drawstring feel like your legs are being hugged.

You pick up the hoodie that remained draped on the bed sheets and you can’t help but take in the scent as you pick it up. You don’t know what exact brand of deodorant he uses but it’s enticing as the scent lingers up your nostrils. You melt a little into a sense of security and consolation as you pull it over your head as it reminds you of what your senses felt when he was hugging you downstairs.

You do your best to smile as you look into his full length mirror, sighing as you recollect the events of this evening. It’s easier than you thought it would be to make that happy expression even if it isn’t fully sincere. But you know how lucky you are to have such a kind friend and that’s what really makes you beam as you look at your reflection, wearing Jungkook’s clothes.

[pastelgoogie97]

Wish You Were Gay ~jjk

Hey y’all! This is my first official post here on Tumblr, so I really hope you guys enjoy it! 

Pairing: Jeongguk x Reader (f), Bestfriend!Jimin x Bestfriend!reader (f)

Genre: Angst, fluff

Friends To Lovers!

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Language, arguing, Jeongguk is oblivious and doesn’t know that you’ve had a crush on him for SO LONG, kind of slow burn???? But like not really??

I apologize if there’s any mistakes in the writing, I’ll probably go back and edit this post just in case i see something off, but i really hope you enjoy!

“How’d that date with that girl from last night go Jimin-ah?” Namjoon queried as Jimin looked up from his lap and smiled widely.

“It was so amazing! I really like her,” Jimin’s lips turned upward into a shy grin, his cheeks dusted with a tint of pink.

All of his band members smiled and started to tease him, making the boy giggle and wave them all off with his hand. Y/N  giggled and sat back on the couch, looking at Jimin before she heard Jin speak.

“And you Y/N? Anyone caught your eye?” 

Y/N snapped out of her hazy daze and looked up at Jin, her calm expression faltering into a slightly doleful one. She gave a weak smile towards Jin and then flashed her gaze towards his band member Jungkook quickly before looking back at him.

“Um, I-I like someone, but he-he doesn’t really like me,” Y/N admitted, looking down at her lap to play with her fingers nimbly.

“Well who is it? Maybe we can help you!” Jeongguk offered with his dashing smile, Y/N feeling her heart rip itself out of her chest at the sight of him.

“O-oh, no you don’t know him. It’s okay, thanks though!” Y/N tried to sound more cheerful to lie to everyone, making them think that this guy was some mystery man who they’d never met before.

The truth was that it was actually Jeongguk. Jeongguk had been her crush ever since she’d first started hanging out with the boys. The youngest member had always been so nice to her, always giving her advice and inviting her over whenever she was bored or needed someone to talk to, he’d even helped her when her anxiety was acting up and got her through a panic attack. Plus, he was really attractive and that was enough to make Y/N slowly wrap herself around his finger without him even knowing it.

The conversation steered away from love lives into dance practice for the boys, Jeongguk, Hoseok, and Namjoon standing up to go and practice their dance routine for their next show. Jimin, Jin, Tae, Suga, and Y/N were the only ones left in the room. 

“Y/N, you have to stop doing this to yourself,” Tae admitted, looking into her eyes in a grief-stricken manner.

She looked up and acted like she didn’t know what he was talking about, turning to Jimin who was looking at her the same was as everyone else in the room. 

“He doesn’t know about it and maybe it’s better if he doesn’t. I don’t wanna ruin what we have right now anyways,”

Yoongi shook his head disapprovingly, sighing as he rested his head into the palms of his hands at her response. 

“Y/N, you can’t keep lying to him. It’s going to build up until you just burst and it’s going to be too overwhelming for him to comprehend it and it’s gonna make you feel worse than you do now!”

Jimin nodded and held his friend close to him, the tears that fell down her cheeks blankly making him pull her in for a hug. Y/N sniffled and wiped her eyes with the back of her hands, looking up at the four boys sitting in front of her. 

She wanted to admit her feelings for him, it’s all she’s ever wanted to do. But he’d always talk about some girl he’d met at the MNET music awards. He’d gotten her phone number after they bumped into each other while he was walking back to his seat and she was all he’d talk about nowadays. It broke Y/N’s heart but she didn’t want to say anything since he seemed so happy when he’d talk about her.

“There’s no point in telling him anyways, he’s too obsessed with Mina to care about my feelings,” She spoke hoarsely, all of the members frowning at her answer, their hearts filling to the brim with pity.

“But, I will at some point I guess, before it gets too serious with him and Mina. I don’t want him to be in a relationship and then I tell him,”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Y/N was going to tell him about her feelings today. She had finally decided to put on her bravest face and rehearsed what she was going to say nearly a hundred times. She was at his bedroom door, her hand reaching up to press her knuckles against the wood of his door. When she heard a soft hum from behind the door she opened it, but the sight was too much for her to bear.

“Y/N!” Jeongguk jumped, pulling his lips away from none other than the woman of the hour, Mina. 

Y/N’s breathing picked up and she could feel her heart shatter into thousands of shards, cutting the inside of her body that now burned. She looked at Mina and then Jeongguk, both of them sitting on his bed with messy hair and swollen lips, the two of them looking at her like she'd just murdered someone. Y/N muttered a soft apology before sprinting away from his room, the sound of the front door getting thrown open making Jeongguk sprint outside right behind her.

The hard rain pounded against her head, but it didn’t hurt half as bad as seeing Jeongguk with Mina did. Her tears blended in with the droplets of cold water splashing onto her skin, her flushed face relaxing at the feeling of the drizzle of cool water surging down her cheeks. She stopped when she felt a tap on her shoulder, the sound of Jeongguk’s tired breaths ringing in her ears.

She turned around and faced him, his face red from running after her as he doubled over, his hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath. He took one look at her and everything came crashing down for him, his heart breaking at the sight of her crying in front of him. 

“Y-Y/N you weren’t supposed to see that,” Jeongguk stuttered out, still slightly out of breath when he spoke.

“No. I-it’s fine. I should’ve waited for a more forward answer,” Y/N replied, furrowing her eyebrows as she let more tears fall down her cheeks when she blinked.

“W-What were you going to say? Did something happen?” His hand caressed her cheek and instead of nuzzling into it like she always did, she ripped her face away from his warm palm, the skin feeling colder than ever without his touch.

“Y-yeah, you-you know what? Something did happen, Jeongguk. And I was supposed to fix it right now by telling you, but this just proved my point.” She snapped. “I was stupid for thinking that I should take everyone’s advice,” 

Jeongguk wore a confused expression on his face as Y/N rambled, her voice cracking with dysphoria. She met his gaze and he could see how puffy and bloodshot her eyes were, her hair damp and dripping wet, the sounds of her tears and the beads of rain falling onto the concrete making the same feeble sound.

“What advice? And what were you supposed to fix Y/N? I don’t understand,”

The girl scoffed and looked down at her feet, trying her hardest not to embarrass herself by wailing and screaming. She already drew enough attention to herself, she didn’t need more attention drawn to her. Before she could open her mouth, Mina came up from behind Jungkook, one of his hoodies draped over her head. Y/N’s favorite hoodie of his to wear. Actually, it was the one he reserved in his closet for her. Whenever she was feeling sad, he’d designated a specific hoodie of his for her to wear, and now Mina was wearing it.

That was when Y/N realized that there was no going back on her anger now. She looked up at the boy in front of her and furiously wiped her tears, letting out a loud hiccup as she tried to speak, sniffling and closing her eyes as she leaned down slightly, her body racking with sobs before she made eye contact with him again.

“I WAS SUPPOSED TO FIX THIS JEONGGUK, I WAS SUPPOSED TO FIX WHAT I DID WRONG,” Y/N wailed, Jeongguk’s expression softening when he heard her start to yell.

“DO YOU JUST LET ANY GIRL WHERE THE HOODIE YOU SAID WAS FOR ME? DO YOU TREAT EVERY GIRL THE SAME?” She shouted. “Maybe I just misunderstood,”

Jeongguk turned around to see Mina in the hoodie he’d given to her and he felt his heart wrench with guilt. He asked Mina to go back inside and put the hoodie away, not wanting her to wear it when Y/N was the only girl who’d ever worn it. 

“Y-Y/N, no. No, I don’t treat every girl the same. I swear, whatever I did with you was genuine, and-and special, I swear,”

“You don’t have to lie to me Jeongguk,” Y/N whimpered, wiping her eyes with the back of her hands once more. 

She was shivering, she was so cold, but she didn’t even care. She just wanted to run away and get away from him, to just leave and never have to see him again. He took note of her shivering and reached his arms out to her, wanting to warm her up with his touch. She ripped herself away from him once more and let out another cough.

“DON’T TOUCH ME JEONGGUK,” She screamed. “BECAUSE THEN I WON’T BE ABLE TO FIX ANYTHING, YOU’RE JUST GOING TO RUIN IT AND I’LL NEVER BE ABLE TO TELL YOU WHAT I WANTED TO,”

Jeongguk was so confused, he just wanted to know what was wrong and the fact that she was being hysterical wasn’t able to help him help her. 

“What do you want to fix Y/N? What’s making you so angry?” 

She’d completely lost her cool at that mere comment. Why was it so hard to confess feelings for someone? Why did she have to fall for him when he clearly didn’t like her back? She just wanted to shrivel up and crawl into a ball. 

“YOU. YOU, JEONGGUK! YOU’RE THE PROBLEM,” Y/N bawled, her voice raw and hoarse. “YOU MADE ME FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU AND YOU’VE COMPLETELY RUINED ME,”

Jeongguk’s eyes widened and he nearly fell backwards, the reality of it all finally hitting him. She had caught feelings for him. She was in love with him. 

“AND ALL YOU TALK ABOUT IS MINA RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME AND YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE SHIT FOR EVEN THINKING THAT YOU COULD EVER LIKE ME BACK! I WANTED TO TELL YOU, I-I TRIED SO HARD BUT I COULD NEVER BRING MYSELF TO DO IT,”

“I WAS SUPPOSED TO TELL YOU RIGHT NOW AND SEEING YOU WITH HER MADE ME WANT TO GAUGE MY FUCKING EYES OUT! I DIDN’T WANT TO CATCH FEELINGS BECAUSE I KNOW YOU DON’T LOVE ME, BUT I DID AND I COULDN’T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT,”

Y/N stopped to catch her breath, her comments coming out of her mouth so fast that she was scared she’d lose air from how fast she’d spoken to him. Part of her was wishing that he hadn’t understood her so she could’ve said how she felt and he wouldn’t have said anything and they could go back to normal. But he’d heard every word, and it sucked.

“JUST-j-just say something, p-please,”

She looked into his eyes to see him wearing the same expression as before, his dark brown doe-like eyes widened in fear and his mouth agape, his arms in an awkward position when she finally asked him to answer her.

“Y-Y/N, I-”

She knew it. He didn’t feel the same way. She didn’t know why she followed the boys’ advice. She knew it was too stupid of her.

“Just forget any of this happened,”

With that, Y/N walked all the way back home in the rain, part of Jeongguk yearning to go after her to talk to her, but his feet stayed firmly planted on the concrete, his hair falling in front of his face, blocking the view he head of her walking away with her head down and her arms crossed over her chest. 

He wanted to speak. He had so much he wanted to tell her, he wanted everything to come out but it wouldn’t, it just got caught in his throat. Standing in the rain gave him time to think to himself finally, the sound of it against his ears and pounding against the top of his head making him finally realize,

He was in love with her too.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It had been a week since Y/N had confessed and she looked horrible. Jimin had tried everything in his power to get Y/N out of bed to do something productive, but he was always met with her being asleep or too buried in the tissues on her bed to pull her out. 

“Jin-hyung I don’t know what to do, she won’t move, she won’t eat, I’ve had to force feed her so she doesn’t starve, I’m scared for her,” Jimin’s head was nuzzled into his hands, Jin rubbing his back comfortingly as tears fell from his eyes.

“Don’t worry Jimin, she’s going to be okay. As long as she has you she’s going to be just fine,” 

Jimin nodded and continued to hug Jin.

The next morning he woke up and Jin was gone, his eyes shooting open as he rushed into Y/N’s bedroom to make sure that she was okay. When he saw that the bed was empty and heard the toilet flush, he realized she’d finally gotten out of bed. The bathroom door opened and out came Y/N, her messy bun unkempt with hairs sticking up in every direction, dark purple bags under her eyes, stains from her tears resting on her cheeks as dark red lines.

Jimin stopped Y/N on her way back to her bed and Y/N tried to move herself out of his grasp, but once she felt Jimin’s arms wrap around her figure, she couldn’t help but hug him back as he rubbed her back comfortingly. The two best friends cried in each other’s arms, not wanting to move from their position. 

A knock at the door made both of their ears perk up, Jimin grabbing hold of Y/N’s arm as he yelled for whoever was at the door to come in while he cleaned his best friend’s face up. 

“You really worried me, you know,” Jimin stated quietly. “I didn’t know if you were alive by the fifth day of you being locked up in there,” 

Y/N looked down as Jimin placed a cold washcloth on her face to bring down the swelling under her eyes and on her cheeks. Y/N looked up through slightly damp eyelashes, apologetically glancing at Jimin’s tired and worn down expression.

“I’m sorry,” She croaked, some parts of the words fading into silence when she spoke. 

Jimin smiled softly and rubbed her arms, fixing her hair as a final touch before he took her out of the bathroom. The two friends walked out of the bathroom to head into the kitchen to order something to eat when they saw Jin. He wasn’t alone. From behind him came Jeongguk with a bouquet of lilacs, sadly looking down at his shoes.

Y/N stared at Jeongguk and felt her heart break once more, the same way it had that day, if not even harder. Jimin grabbed Y/N before she could leave and pleaded for her to stay with his eyes, Y/N sighing as she looked into Jeongguk’s eyes. Jimin hugged her tightly and walked into the kitchen to order some food. 

“You can come to my room to talk,” Y/N grunted lightly, Jeongguk nodding as he followed behind her into her dark room. 

The room was almost completely dark, the small bit of sunlight that shone through her black curtains being the only thing that lit up her room. Y/N grabbed her trashcan and picked up all of the dirty tissues and tried to somewhat make her bed look neater before Jeongguk sat down. He handed her the flowers and Y/N softly smiled, the darkness hiding it from his eyes.

“Y-Y/N I wanted to apologize… for-for not saying anything when you told me how you felt,” Jeongguk began.

“It’s fine, Yoongi warned me that if I waited too long it would happen and it did, guess I should’ve just listened to him,”

Jeongguk looked down grimly, wanting to cry himself from how horrible he felt for causing Y/N to be this way. She met his gaze through the pitch black of her room and he felt himself buckle under the pressure, letting out a shaky sigh before grabbing her hands.

“Jeongguk if you just wanted to apologize then it’s fine, I’ll get over it. I know you don’t like me, you don’t have to remind me,”

He cut her off by smashing his lips onto her own, the skin of her lips still soft despite the seven days she’d gone just letting herself cry in bed. The second he felt her kiss back he found himself grown antsy, throwing his right hand behind her neck to pull her closer while the other gripped onto the material of her shirt tightly, grabbing a fistful of it into his palm. 

They pulled away and Y/N was out of breath, not even noticing Jimin spying on them from the crack in her bedroom door. She didn’t know what to say. Now she was the one breathless as Jeongguk panted.

“Y/N, I love you,” He said it so quickly that Y/N asked him to say it again. 

“Y-you what?”

“I’m in love with you,”

Y/N couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She looked up at him to see that he didn’t look too hot either. Maybe not as bad as she did, but he did have bags under his eyes and his eyes were a bit bloodshot; he’d been crying over her. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t say anything when you told me you loved me, and that I didn’t go after you even though I knew I should’ve. I was just so shocked a-and scared,” 

Y/N nodded and listened to him ramble, wanting to just reconnect their lips again and forget about everything that had happened before this moment.

“I just want to be with you, I realized that you were the only girl who’d ever shown me the same amount of care I’d shown to them and it really made me think about how much I care about you,”

He gulped, blinking back a couple of tears.

“P-please, please let me love you. I really want to be with you, p-please tell me you still feel the same way,”

Y/N was crying again, but not with her knees tucked into her chest under the covers this time, no, she was crying while holding Jeongguk’s hands, listening to him admit his feelings for her, begging her to be with him.

“I-, y-yes. I want- I want to be with you. Please,”

Jeongguk nearly screamed, a scoff leaving his lips as he jumped up, lifting her into his arms as his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close to his figure before he reconnected their lips once more, closing the gap between them a second time.

They pulled away and rested their foreheads on each other’s, looking into each other’s eyes before smiling at each other, soft giggles protruding from their lips as they closed their eyes, finally able to call each other boyfriend and girlfriend. She never expected it to happen like this, and neither did he, but they were so glad to be in that moment. 

And that was more than enough for them.

[dimpled-gukkie]

Fell for you

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader 

Genre: fluff/crack/ college au

Warning: like two curse words 

Word Count: 1k

Summary: You hated every skateboarder on campus. Well all except one. 

The wind blew through Jungkook’s long hair as he went to his last class for the day and he smiled in glee, enjoying the breeze that made the hot summer day more tolerable. He threw his head back to commemorate his happiness, he wondered if this is how Aladdin felt on the magic carpet, and that was the worst decision he’s ever made. As soon as he looked away, someone darted out onto the sidewalk, or at least that’s his version, and suddenly he was sprawled across the scalding pavement, the sun blinding him as he struggled to sit up. 

“What the hell?” Someone next to him grumbled and when he tried to lift his arm to shield his eyes from the brightness he realized it was trapped beneath something heavy. “Do any of you ever look where you’re going?” The mysterious voice asked and Jungkook had to squint to make out the owner of the voice. Raising his head, he loomed over them as they still remained on top of his arm almost using it like a pillow. He smiled crookedly despite his head pounding. He might need to go to the medical center to check for a concussion. 

“Sorry.” Jungkook says breathlessly, forgetting why the two of you are in this predicament in the first place. 

“Are you okay?” 

You furrow your brows at the boy who looms over you, roses blooming on your cheeks from the position. If your skin wasn’t melting into the pavement maybe this would end differently. Instead you sit forward which pushes him to lean back on his heels, grabbing his chin to check his head for injuries. He continues to stare at you dazedly and although he was the one who crashed into you, you can’t help but a feel a little bad for him. You wonder if he has a concussion. “You should probably go to the doctor. I think you hit your head when you crashed into me.” 

The mysterious boy grips the back of his neck in nervousness and laughs awkwardly, making your heart stutter. You’ve always liked the bashful boys. “Yeah-I- I wasn’t looking where I was going.” He says sheepishly, voice lilting a little higher. 

“Yeah I figured.” You laugh which makes his cheeks redden. He sweeps his hair back with the hand that was previously wrapped around the back of his neck. “Do uh- do you know where my skateboard went?” He asks suddenly and your eyes widen. 

“Oh! I think it’s over there?” You point towards a cluster of bushes nearby, something yellow catching your attention. You wearily watch the boy stand up, following after him as he makes his way towards where his board is. He groans when he looks into the cluster to find it wedged amongst the roots and thorns. 

“I hate my life.” He grumbles. Crouching down, he reaches into the bushes, hissing as the thorns scrape his skin. 

“Be careful.” You say, unsure of what else to do. He grunts in response as he begins to pull the skateboard out, his hand coming out with a few red trickles. 

“I have to get to class.” He says suddenly when his phone vibrates. You assume it must be an alarm so he’s not late. 

“No!” You exclaim as he tries to get back onto the board. 

“You should get your head checked out first. Your professor will understand.” You say, hand curling around his bicep to keep him from skating away. You fight the blush when you realize that it’s firm. 

“But-“ The boy starts and you cut him off. 

“I’ll walk you there. Come on.” Ushering him off the skateboard you pick it up and place it under your arm, dragging the boy whose name you still don’t know in the direction of the medical center. You’re not sure whether you take him because you want to make sure he goes or because you want to spend more time with him. 

The boy, whose name you learned was Jungkook when he gave his name to the receptionist, has disappeared into the back to get his check up. Anxiously you tap your foot against the floor, hoping that all he’ll have is a small bump. You’d hate to be the reason someone got a concussion, even if they did make you bruise your tailbone. To distract yourself you call your best friend Taehyung. “Sup?” He asks when he answers on the very last ring. 

“So I got ran over by a skateboard today.” Before you can say any more words Taehyung bursts into laughter, amused by your misfortune. 

“Bro you didn’t.” He cackles. 

“Bro I did. But he’s hot so it’s okay.” 

“Did you thank him for running you over? Are you stan twitter now?” Taehyung says and you scoff. 

“You suck.” You pout. 

“Yeah, yeah. You okay though?” He asks, suddenly concerned. 

“I’m fine. I think I bruised my ass but no biggie.” You shrug. 

“That’s because you have no padding. Jimin would probably be fine.” 

“Excuse me, this baby has got plenty of back.” You huff, completely unaware of an approaching Jungkook. His high pitched laughter catches your attention and you feel your soul leave your body as he’s doubled over in laughter behind you, ice bag pressed to his forehead. When his head finally surfaces you shrink in on yourself, face stricken in horror. 

“That-that…” 

“Who’s that screeching in the background?” Taehyung asks and you cough awkwardly. 

“Nothing, got to go! Bye!”

“So who has back?” Jungkook teases and you glare at him. 

“No one. Are you good to go?” You ask, standing up. 

“You give me a concussion and then you yell at me to go.” 

“You have a concussion?” You yell, scurrying over to inspect his face like you can see inside his brain. Jungkook nods quietly and your eyes flicker to his own to find them round in shock. You release his face from your hands. 

“I’m sorry.” You say softly, placing your hands behind your back guiltily. 

“It’s alright, I’m glad if I had to fall for anyone I fell for you.” 

“That was cheesy.” You scrunch your nose at his words in distaste. 

“Almost as cheesy as the domino’s pizza down the street.” He smiles and you notice that his whole face crinkles when he grins widely. You find it becoming your new favorite thing. 

“Are you asking me on a date?” You smile, suddenly the confident one as he shrinks back a little. 

“If you want to.” 

“Come on skater boy.” You giggle, wrapping your hand around his own. 

“I’m glad you didn’t say 'see you later boy.’” 

“Skateboarders are the worst!” You groan as he cackles loudly behind you, holding onto your hand a little tighter. 

A/n: Inspired by the fact that I nearly get ran over by a skateboarder every day

[thatbangtanbloom]

crush | jjk

Jeon JUNGKOOK | teenager 

fluff | jungkook x you  

        Best Friends!AU

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     - “I don't care if we are even a thousand miles apart, you know that I'm here for you and that nothing could ever change that.”

 To her , nothing made sense. It irked her to no end how nothing seemed to go her way. She did her best to do it all on her own, to take on trials she knew would have tribulations, she pushed herself to limits and tried to give and give, but it filled her to her breaking point. How could she go on? How much more could she do before it was too much? School work had been piling up in a way that could make even the worst procrastinator start the tasks at hand. Her life was going full speed ahead - graduation - rapidly approaching, job opportunities being thrown left and right, questions of when (or even if) Mr. Right was going to appear any day now. After all, it wasn't like she was getting any younger. Breaking her from her thoughts, she heard the rustling from the side of the tree house she grew up in. Her features softened, knowing in an instant that only a certain person would dare to reach her. "Are you okay, brat?" He asks in a joking tone, though he knows to emphasize his small chuckle that accompanies the end of his sentence. His brows scrunch together and an angelic smile falls over his features. She weakly smiles at him, making sure to tuck away her box of Kleenex in haste. She hated to let other people see her in any other light than collected. Especially not letting her kid and fellow partner in crime since childhood, Jeon Jungkook, to see her. He would never let her live it down. "Of course," She chirps with a weak laugh. Jungkook stares at her blankly before sitting beside on her on the creaky wooden floorboards. His eyes skim over the small escape that they often crowded with their six other friends. Fairy lights decorated the walls, accompanied by select polaroids of the eight of them together. "It's been a while since we've come here." "I'd say so," she says in a quiet tone - not focused on his own words. Jungkook glances at her and sighs. "Don't be so distant. It's troubling to me." He laughs, "I'm the one who feels awkward about sharing, not you. Don't forget that." He teasingly tells her before pinching her cheek. "I will do my best." She replies in a curt tone. This makes Jungkook frown and he puts down the black plastic bag he had been holding since he climbed up. Her favorite junk food along with his own sits comfortable in the small bag - waiting to be feasted upon in a way that would make dentists cry. "Yah.... Are you sad?" He asks, glancing over her shoulder to take a better look at her. "What? Of course I am." She says hurriedly. Jungkook knows better. "Aish," He frowns as he sighs loudly and embraces her into a tight hug. He can not help but smile at the small gasp that escapes her. Yet, what Jungkook finds all the more heart-pounding is how he feels butterflies sprout in his stomach as though they had manifested there all his life as caterpillars and finally found the opportunity to blossom. In her eyes, hugging Jungkook wasn't uncommon, but him initiating it was on the rare side. Unbeknownst to her, Jungkook found the slightest of touches (no matter the purity of them) to be awe-inspiring and he knew that he could not deny the pink of his cheeks if she were to witness it. Shit, did I really have to act this way? He scolds himself. He touches the small of her back before patting it. "Listen to me, okay?" She nods slowly. "I'm listening." "I'm here for you, okay? I always am." He leans back to cup her face. His hands are slightly calloused from lifting weights, but the pads of his fingers are soft. His eyes are warm and brown, like the color of the chocolate churned at Reese's and he makes sure to never look away from her. His features soften at the lost look in her eyes - the look of confusion, and he knows that he that he has to return it with a look of undering - as all good boy best friends would do. He biotes his lip. “I still remember when we first met, remember? I was starving for banana milk efven though I already had three jugs of it and you giggled an�� still shard with me. You were wearing a prettty school uniform and you laughed because of how childish I was. You held my hand, nice and tight, “ he pauses to take her hand and beams. “just like this, and said, ‘Now, don’t worry bunny, I’ll take care of you,’ Remember that?” 

She giggles, covering her face, “iI was so forward back then.”

Jungkook’s facial features contnour into his przed bunny smile and his face  scrunches, ‘I think I liked that most about you. How blunt you were about me. I still enjoy you beating me in arm wrestling but nevertheless, you are getting me off track,”

“I didn’t even do anything!” She giggles with a smirk on her face. 

Jungkook laughs, “You don’t even have to do anything. You just sit there and stare at me, paboya, and it just makes me go wierd. Maybe it’s your face,” He teases as he pokes her side before pausing. “But really...  If I'm not here physically, I'm here." He points to her heart. "And you're here," He points to his own. "I don't care if we are even a thousand miles apart, you know that I'm here for you and that nothing could ever change that. Do you hear me?"

"I do," She answers in a soft tone, a little flushed at Jungkook's words. Jungkook smiles to himself, feeling triumphant that he could lift her mood in the slightest. Even more so, the sight of her cheeks makes him think that one day he could finally confess to her in the way that he always longed to. Jungkook had been a mere toddler when his mother first introduced her to him. She could still remember the first time you remarked of his bunny-esque looks at six and how he pouted incessantly and nearly cried until she offered him some banana milk from her lunch box. It was needless to say that it was love at first banana milk - but that was for another story. He pulls her away from her thoughts, "Good. Now let's go meet the others before they think you fell and broke every bone in your body, Y/N-ah, " He says before gathering his bag. She laughs faintly, leaning over to stand up too before pausing. "Hey! Jungkook!" She calls out as he begins to climb down the rickety staircase her father had made years before. "Yes?" He asks, two steps down the stairs and eager to get off of the weak death trap before it collapsed. She leans close to him before leaning over to kiss his cheek. "Thank you," Jungkook's cheeks flush a shade of pink only known to that of artists of the French classicism movement and nearly loses his balance before she grabs his hand tightly. "I... I.. I uh..." He stammers. 'Shit' is all Jungkook utters in his brain like a mantra in hopes that she won't notice the change of hue in his cheeks. "You okay there?" She giggles, tucking a loose strand behind her ear. "I'm here." He flushes, looking down. "Hey! Let's go." His voice is unsettled, and satoori laces his words to fruition as he finally makes it. Jungkook's satoori proved to be a rare occasion, like his displays of skinship, and to hear it makes her heart flutter a little too. But Jungkook doesn't need to know that. ‘This girl will be the death of me’, he thinks to himself with a smile as he watches her climb down the treehouse stairs. ‘But I want it anyway.’

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BTS on Snapchat - Married to Jeon Jungkook (Pt.3/3)

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Chapter 7 - Party

Blue pill or red pill - Jungkook

Description: You're a young girl, who's a little bit introverted and afraid to be under everybody's eyes. You only have your best friend, but it's ok for you. You don't want to be popular and believe in minimal things. One day you meet a guy. Or two?

Jungkook x Reader

The imagines I used are not mine Credit to the owners

Rosé's pov

I see y/n on the ground, crying really hard. Then I look at the room. There were pens and pencil on the floor, pieces of paper everywhere, a broken mirror on the ground. Then I notice something in y/n's hands.

In the right one she's holding her teddy bear, which is ripped everywhere. On the other hand she's holding a cutter. I assume she used that on the teddy bear.

I close the door behind me and slowly walk towards her. I take from her hand the cutter and put it on her desk. Then I start to clean her room while she's still on her knees. As I put things on their spots, we stay silent.

Once I'm done with cleaning, I take her hand and pull her up and make her sit on the bed. I can feel the bad energy coming out of her pores. What could have ever happened?

She suddenly hands me her phone and the first thing I see is the chat with Jungkook. They seem happy, I don't understand why she's acting like this. But now I remember that she was with Jungwook.

"What did he do? Did he see this conversation between you and Jungkook?" I ask her, predicting what happened. She just nods and look at the ground.

"Y/n it's ok if he knows. After all the 'relationship' between you and Jugnkook won't be secret for forever, right?" I say as I caress her back. "Did Jungwook do something else?" as I ask this question I can feel her breath being uneasy and I see her start crying harder.

"He kissed me" she says sobbing. I'm shocked. I mean, it's just a kiss, it's not the end of the world. But at the same time I know that it's difficult for her, since she's always been inside her little bubble for the majority of her life and perhaps, that was her first kiss.

"I'm not mad because of the kiss" she says, proving that my assumption was wrong "It's because I hurt Jungkook. If he'll find out about this, he'll be disappointed in me."

"Y/n it's not your fault! It's Jungwook's." I try to reassure her, but it doesn't seem to work.

I stayed with her until she fell asleep. It was early, but she seemed tired.

A week is passed since then, and y/n seems to feel a little better. During classes we tried to act as natural as possible. We didn't tell anything to Jungkook, but his brother kept sending hints and saying teasing things, only to make me and y/n look even more nervous.

Y/n pov

It's Friday morning and it's Jimin's birthday. I slowly wake up and feel the anxiety hitting my stomach, like every other morning.

"I promise" I say to my ceiling "if something else bad happens, I promise I'll go back to white. My life will become white again. I really promise"

By now, I got used to this feeling of oppression, since it has been more than a week. As I stand up, I hear my phone vibrating. It's Jungkook. Every time he texts me, it's like a stab in the chest.

Jungkook:

Good morning y/n! Would you like to take the bus with me today? 😊

It's the first time I take the bus, I usually walk with Rosé. I feel nervous, but for some reason I smile. I quickly send a message to Rosé, saying that I'll go to school with Jungkook. And, of course, I said yes to the sweet guy.

He told me that he'll wait for me on the bus and he also told me the bus line.

Now I'm at the bus stop waiting for it to arrive. I see it coming from afar and I quickly take out my hand to gesture the driver to stop. As it stops and opens the door, I slowly walk inside. There aren't many people and I suddenly see a hand waving from one seat. As I look better I notice it's Jungkook.

I go to him and sit next to him. I don't look at him in the eyes as we start talking, but I notice something different in him.

He's now looking somewhere else and I take this opportunity to look at him.

He's very handsome today. Not that the other days he's not. But today he's particularly handsome. It looks like he did his hair and put on some cute clothes. The combination of his cute side and his handsome face, gives him a strong aura. Maybe it's just me, but he's really attractive.

He suddenly looks at me asking:

"Is anything wrong ?" he also shows me his warm and calming smile.

I swear, he'll make me melt someday. I just shake my head at his question.

"Tonight there's Jimin's birthday party! Since tomorrow we don't have any classes, we can stay awake till early morning" he says excited "He also said that his parents will go out for a couple of days, so we have his villa all by ourself!"

"It's going to be funny!" I smile at him. I'm actually nervous, I'm afraid something bad will happen tonight.

The morning went pretty fast. I kept staring at Jungkook and tried to ignore Jungwook's teasing, nothing new. And now I'm walking home with Rosé.

"Y/n, this early afternoon I'll go to Jimin's house to help him with decorations and stuff. He said that you and the twins can come at 6 PM. Here" she says handing me a piece of paper "This is his address"

I think there'll be no problem for me to get to his house, since now I kinda now where he lives.

"Oh right!" she shouts, making me flinch a little "make sure to wear something elegant!" she says winking at me.

Now I'm at home and it's 4.30 PM. I quickly prepare a bag with comfortable clothes and shoes, because we'll all sleep at Jimin's house. Now I'm putting on make up. I want to keep it very natural, but at the same time chick. Once I'm done with that I start to look for a nice outfit.

I think this'll do!

It's now 5.30 PM and I think it's time for me to go to Jimin's house. As I take my purse, I open the door and head downstairs. While I walk, I can hear my parents talking to someone. Who could it be? I guess it's none of my business. Finally I reach the leaving and I see the person to whom my parents are talking to.

What. The. Hell.

Jeon Jungkook.

He looks so good. The suit that he's wearing, looks perfect on him. I'm speechless.

"Oh my god y/n!!! This is the guy you studied with that day, right?" my mum asks me with the biggest smile ever. I've never seen her this happy and it's kinda scary. "He's so handsome!!"

"Hi y/n" Jungkook says with a warm smile "you look beautiful" as he says those words I can hear my mum screaming due to the excitement and my dad crying at the back. Seriously what's wrong with them.

I see Jungkook looking at me from head to toe. He's blushing so hard.

"H-Hi Jungkook" I say nervous "what are you doing here?"

"I came to pick you up. I know Rosé is already at Jimin's place and that you'd be alone. I didn't want you to walk completely by yourself in the dark, so I came to keep you company" his voice is so soothing and makes my anxiety go away. I actually forget about everything bad every time he talks.

"Let's go" he says holding out his hand. After smiling, I reach out for his hand and hold it tight.

"My princess!!" I hear my dad crying again "she grew up so fast" he's really embarrassing. I really want to bury myself.

I drag Jungkook out of my house and apologize for the embarrassing things that my parents said in front of him.

Now we're walking, still holding hands. I feel so nervous because it's only me and him, but at the same time I feel butterflies in my stomach. The excitement is pervading my whole body and I can feel my legs shaking from the adrenaline.

"I know I already said that" Jungkook says after ten minutes of pure silence "But you really look gorgeous" I feel him tightening the grip on my hand.

"You also look handsome..." I say really embarrassed.

"That's not true" he says laughing. I stop walking and look at him straight in the eyes.

"No, really! You look so good right now" I don't know where I'm going by saying this. It's not that I just want to compliment him because he also did. I really feel this way. But now I look pathetic, I'm really telling my crush that he looks handsome.

"Ok ok I believe you" he says laughing and suddenly pull me into a warm hug. I can feel one of his hands on the upper back and the other one on the back of my head. "Seriously y/n...you're driving me crazy" he whispers. WHAT DID HE SAY?? WHAT DO I DO? DRIVE HIM CRAZY? Is this a dream? Please, can someone give me a slap in the face? If this is a joke it's not funny! I'm really freaking out.

I don't know what to answer. I prepare myself mentally to ask him about his feelings, but he speaks before me:

"Let's go or else we'll be late" and with that he started walking. As we keep going, we just stay silent. It's not awkward. I feel like if don't say a word, I won't embarrass myself any further.

Now we're here. We ring on the gate bell and wait for an answer. Finally we hear Jimin's voice ordering us to enter and keep walking until we get to the main door of the house.

"Wow it's huge!" I say to Jungkook as I look at the garden.

Now we're at the front door and I knock on it. After a few seconds, the door opens and we are welcomed by Rosé. She looks gorgeous.

"Hi guys! Come inside" she says to us. As we get ourself in, I can't stop thinking at how big this house is. It's even bigger than the twin's house.

When we get to the living room I see Jimin, setting on the speakers and the microphone for karaoke.

"Wow Jimin! Did you dye your hair pink?" Jungkook asks smiling. He actually looks good with pink hair.

"Yes! Rosé helped me earlier. It's one of those hair dye that goes away after a few washes. I guess that in a couple of days I'll be black to blonde. I just wanted something different for my birthday" the pink haired guy says.

"You look handsome!" both me and Jungkook says.

"You also look gorgeous y/n" everybody turns around facing the guy who just complimented me. It's Jungwook.

Wow. He's honestly handsome. I just nod at his statement and slowly look at Rosé. I'm a bit scared right now, but she reassures me by taking my hand and smiling at me.

"Shall we start drinking?" Jimin asked excited.

"YESSSSSSS" everyone of us shouted in response.

Now I'm with Rosé and she's preparing a drink for me. It's not the first time I drink, but I'm a little bit worried, because she told me that during Jimin's parties, everybody gets wasted and throws up everywhere.

"Don't worry y/n" my best friend says handing me the drink "I'm good at making these things. I bet it tastes good!" she smiles brightly, before taking a sip from her drink.

I do the same as her with mine, after she handed it to me, and it actually doesn't taste bad. I give her a thumb up and we go to the boys who are now dancing like crazy. They seem to have fun and the only one who's not enjoying the party, it's me. I'm still thinking about the kiss between me and Jungwook and the fact that I'm scared that he's going to ruin everything between me and his brother.

People say 'drink to forget' right? That's what I want to do. I clench my fist and drink all of my drink in one breath.

"One shot!!!! Well done y/n!" I hear Rosé screaming. Right after that, everybody lifts up their drinks and scream at the same time:

"ONE SHOT!!" and they drink it all. We're all laughing.

"Y/n do you want another one? I can make it for you" Jungkook says smiling at me. I nod and smile back and then we head towards the kitchen. As he starts making the drink, I decide to talk a little:

"You seem good at this!"

"I'm neither the best or the worst. I just put a little bit of alcohol and a little bit of soda. Usually I put less alcohol, but tonight it's a special night" he says winking at me. I blush and quickly look away.

After a couple of seconds he gives me the drink and makes another one for himself.

"Jungkook!" I hear Rosé calling his name "Make some more also for me, Jimin and your brother, please!"

"Of course" he responds laughing a bit. He's really kind and this gives him another point.

Suddenly I feel a hand on my lower back and I quickly turn around, to see Jungwook. I step away a little and I hear him saying:

"Hi two love birds. Is the party good enough?" he says smirking at me. I wanted to answer but I get caught off by Jungkook:

"It's perfect" he says handing his brother the drink he was preparing for himself. "You can go now and have fun" he says with a fake smile. I guess Jungkook gave him his drink, in order to not bother us anymore.

Jungwook just gives him a fake smile as his, and leaves.

Then Jungkook kept preparing the drinks and after that we got to the others.

"Thankssss" Rosé says. She seems so happy today. I wonder what will happen to her and Jimin. She told me that she wanted to surprise him.

It's now 1 AM. Jimin opened the present we got for him and we ate the cake that Rosé prepared. Now we're all wasted. We're all dancing with a drink in our hand.

My head is spinning like crazy and I feel my body very light. Is not that I don't know what I'm doing. It's just that I don't care.

As I keep dancing, my attention drafts to Jungwook. He's all sweaty and hot, as he dances as well. He notices that I'm staring at him. I see him taking off his necktie and unbuttoning a bit his shirt. He then looks at me smirking.

He's so hot right now. I don't know why, but I'm so attracted to him. He slowly approaches me and puts his hands on my hips. I honestly don't care, we're just dancing after all. He then turns me around and pulls me closer to his chest, by putting his hands on my lower stomach.

As we keep dancing I can feel his pelvis on my ass. As we move to the rhythm, I feel him grinding on my behind. It's the first time someone dances like this with me and it actually feels good. It makes me excited. Then I feel something wet on my neck and I find out pretty soon that it's his mouth. I put my hand on his hair and pulling a little.

But then, someone separates us.

"Leave her alone" I look up and it's Jungkook "She's drunk. Tonight she's with me, not you"

"Oh little brother, I didn't know you were looking. To your information, it wasn't me who initiated the act. She was glaring at me and we started dancing naturally" Jungwook answers to his brother.

Jungkook slowly gets closer to his brother and I see Jimin immediately running and standing in between them:

"Please guys. At least not on my birthday" the pink haired guy says. The other two just nod and look at each other. The bad guy has an evil grin on his mouth, while the other one seems rather pissed.

After about twenty minutes I hear Jimin saying:

"Guys, let's change into comfortable clothes"

Me and Rosé went to the bathroom, while the guys changed together in the living room. After changing we get to the others. Jungkook quickly approaches me and says:

"Y/n, I need to talk to you"

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been weird

— you’re barreling into his life when he least expects it, stealing all his attention until the nights spent studying are replaced with rolling around the sheets. he’s hopelessly romantic and you’re in it for the fun, but no one told you it would ruin your life.

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BTS on Snapchat - Married to Jeon Jungkook (Pt.2/3)

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rule number three: a snippet

Genre: Contract Marriage Au!/Romance/Angst

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

A/N: This might be deleted later on in the future. A brief summary of this series is at the bottom of this post. I’m super excited for this not gonna lie :)

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    “We have three rules Miss Y/N, really simple. All you have to do is follow the three, and we’ll be the happiest couple, until the divorce of course.” He leans back in his chair, a smile tugging at his lips as he continues to speak.

    “Rule number one, never tell anyone about these rules. Rule number two, we’ll pretend to love each other in front of the public

    “And rule number three—” He chuckles, “don’t actually fall in love with me.”

    “The rules and other details are in the contract as well,” He gestures to the handful page booklet set in front of me.

    “So what do you say Miss Y/N, will you marry me?

My eyes slowly trail from his relaxed figure to the flat, white sheets of papers in front of me. Almost trembling fingers are slowly flipping through in silence, eyes scanning the tiny words on every single page. There’s silence almost, beside the clatter of a tea cup against it’s saucer, his lips taking slow sips of tea, eyes studying my concentrated figure. Still smiling.

Thrust into a marriage with Korea’s elitist, I find myself sitting in front of a contract that suddenly put a time limit on this arranged relationship. The words “one year” underlined in bold at the very first page, and his signature already inscribed at the bottom.The way he took a sip from his cup of tea, relaxing eyes looking at me from across the table already told me that I’ve made a grave mistake in signing my own name at the empty line on the page.

Part 1