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Let’s make a movie | JJK



paring: jungkook x fem¡reader
synopsis: you suggested the idea, to make a sex tape with jungkook.
genre: one shot„smut„non idol au
wc 4.4k
their playlist 🙃: dollhouse - the weeknd & lily rose depp, for me? - asal, nice & slow - usher, anytime, anyplace - janet jackson, pony - ginuwine, earned it - the weeknd, or nah - the weeknd, skin - rihanna, when we - tank
WARNINGS: MDNI. filming, oral (m & f receiving), cum swallowing, pet names, aftercare.
You're sitting in your living room, snuggled up on the couch with Jungkook, watching TV. The credits of a movie roll on the screen, and you turn to him with a mischievous glint in your eyes.
“Hey, Kookie,” you say, a playful tone in your voice. “I have an idea.”
Jungkook turns to look at you, an eyebrow raised in curiosity. “Oh yeah?” he asks, a hint of amusement in his voice. “And what idea might that be?”
You lean in closer to him, a sly smile on your lips.
“Let's make a sex tape” you whisper in his ear, your voice low and seductive.
Jungkook's eyes widen slightly at your suggestion, clearly not expecting that.
“A sex tape?” he repeats, a hint of surprise in his voice. “Are you serious?”
You nod, your smile turning even more mischievous.
“Yeah, why not?” you say, your voice low. “It could be fun, and we could keep it just for us.”
Jungkook hesitates for a moment, considering your suggestion. He looks at you, his expression a mix of curiosity and uncertainty.
“I don't know, babe,” he says, running a hand through his hair. “Isn't that kind of risky? What if someone else sees it?”
You chuckle softly at Jungkook's concern, finding his protectiveness endearing.
“Babe, relax” you say, placing a reassuring hand on his arm. “Nobody will see it unless one of us decides to show it to someone, and it'll be on a camera, so it's not like it's just going to be floating around out there.”
Jungkook looks at you for a moment, considering your words. He knows you have a point, and he can't deny the idea is kind of exciting.
“Okay, fair enough” he says, his expression softening. “But we have to be careful with it, alright? No one else can see it, and we need to keep it hidden somewhere safe.”
You get up from the couch and head to the bedroom, where you have a camera stashed away in a drawer. You grab it and return to the living room, where Jungkook is waiting for you.
“Ready?” you ask, holding up the camera with a playful grin.
"Definitely ready," he says, his voice low and husky.
Jungkook grins back at you, his eyes sparkling with excitement and anticipation. He gets up from the couch and follows you to the bedroom, his steps a little more eager than usual.
Once you're both in the bedroom, you set the camera up on a tripod facing the bed. You adjust the angle and make sure it's capturing the entire bed and everything that will happen on it. Jungkook watches you intently, leaning against the wall and watching as you fiddle with the camera settings. He can feel his excitement building, his heart rate increasing with each passing second.
Once you're satisfied with the camera setup, you turn to Jungkook with a sultry smile. He pushes himself off the wall and walks over to you, his eyes fixed on yours. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him. He looks down at you, his expression full of desire and anticipation.
“So, where do we start?” he asks, his voice low and husky in your ear.
You run your hands up Jungkook's chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his shirt. You look up at him, your eyes locked on his.
“Right here” you whisper, tugging on the hem of his shirt. “Let's get these clothes off.”
Jungkook grins at your suggestion, his hands already moving to remove his shirt. He pulls it off in one swift motion, revealing his toned abs and muscular arms. He stands there in front of you, shirtless and radiating confidence. He runs a hand through his messy hair, his eyes roaming over your body.
Jungkook steps closer to you, his body mere inches from yours. He reaches out and grabs your hips, pulling you against him. You can feel the heat radiating off his skin, and it sends a shiver down your spine. He leans down, his lips hovering just above yours.
“You have no idea how much I want you right now” he whispers, his breath hot against your skin. You shiver slightly at his words, your body responding to his touch and proximity. You look up at him, your eyes filled with desire and need.
“I think I have an idea” you reply, your voice a bit shaky. “Because I want you just as badly”
Without hesitation, Jungkook closes the remaining distance between you and captures your lips in a heated kiss. His lips are soft yet demanding, and he wastes no time deepening the kiss. His tongue slips into your mouth, exploring and claiming you as his own. He pulls you even closer, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist as he devours your mouth with his. He breaks the kiss only to trail his lips down your jawline and neck, nipping and sucking on your sensitive skin.
Jungkook lifts you up with ease, his strong arms effortlessly supporting your weight. He carries you over to the bed, his lips never leaving your skin. He gently sets you down on the edge of the bed, his hands already moving to remove your shirt. He pulls it over your head, tossing it aside carelessly. He looks down at you, taking in the sight of your bare torso, his eyes dark with desire. He reaches for the waistband of your pants, slowly unbuttoning them and sliding them down your legs, leaving you in just your panties.
Once your pants are off, Jungkook kneels down in front of you. He runs his hands up your thighs, his touch gentle. He looks up at you, his eyes burning with desire as he leans in and begins to trail kisses down your body. He starts at your stomach, his lips moving slowly and deliberately over your skin. He presses kisses along your hips, nipping and sucking on the sensitive flesh as he works his way lower.
Jungkook reaches your panties, and he gently slides them to the side, exposing your most intimate parts. He looks up at you one more time, his eyes locked on yours as he positions himself between your legs. He leans in, his warm breath hitting your skin as he moves closer to your center. He gives your inner thighs a few gentle kisses before focusing his attention on your clit. He licks a slow, deliberate stripe up your slit, tasting you and savoring the moment.
Jungkook moans against you as he continues to lick and tease your clit, his tongue swirling and flicking against the sensitive bud. He looks up at you again, his eyes locked on yours as he speaks between kisses.
“You taste so good, baby” he says, his voice low and hoarse.
Jungkook moves his hands to grip your hips, holding you in place as he begins to lick and suck on your clit in earnest. He uses his tongue and lips to drive you wild, determined to make you feel as good as possible. He alternates between slow, firm strokes and rapid, flicking motions, always keeping a watchful eye on your reactions to gauge what you like the most.
You can't help but moan and arch your back at the feeling of Jungkook's tongue on you. The sight of him between your legs, looking up at you with such desire and determination, is almost too much to bear. You reach down and tangle your fingers in his hair, needing something to hold onto as he works his magic on you.
“Oh god, Jungkook” you gasp, your voice shaky and filled with pleasure. “That feels so good”
Jungkook picks up the pace, knowing that you're getting close. He focuses his attention solely on your clit, his tongue moving in tight, circular motions. He uses his lips and suction to add to the sensation, creating a delicious friction that has you writhing beneath him. He looks up at you again, his eyes dark with lust as he notices the signs of your impending orgasm. He keeps going, not letting up for a second, wanting to make sure you cum hard and long on his tongue.
You can feel your orgasm building, the heat and tension coiling tighter and tighter in your lower belly. Jungkook's relentless attention to your clit is driving you wild, and you can feel yourself teetering on the edge of release.
You tug on his hair harder, unable to form words as you moan and whimper under his ministrations. Your body is tense, every muscle straining as you approach your climax.
With one final flick of his tongue against your clit, you're sent hurtling over the edge. Your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave, washing over you in waves of intense pleasure. You arch your back and cry out, your fingers clenching tightly in Jungkook's hair as your body spasms and shudders with release. He keeps his mouth on you, lapping up every drop of your juices as you cum hard on his tongue. You lay there, panting and gasping for breath as you come down from your high. Your body is still tingling from the intense orgasm, and you can feel the sweat cooling on your skin.
Jungkook lifts his head, looking up at you with a satisfied smirk. He licks his lips, savoring the taste of you. As you start to catch your breath, you suddenly remember the camera. You glance over at it, still perched on the tripod, and an idea forms in your mind.
You slowly sit up, still a bit shaky from your orgasm. You look down at Jungkook, who is still kneeling between your legs, and smile.
“Hey,” you say, your voice a bit hoarse. “Get up for a sec.”
Jungkook looks up at you, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. He raises an eyebrow, but does as you ask and gets up from the floor.
“What's up?” he asks, his voice low and rough.
You stand up as well, and you take a step towards the camera. You can feel Jungkook's eyes on you as you walk, his gaze following your every move. You pick up the camera from the tripod, adjusting the focus and making sure it's still recording.
You turn to face Jungkook, camera in hand. He's standing there, watching you with a mixture of anticipation and desire. You hold the camera out to him, a mischievous glint in your eye.
“Here” you say, gesturing for him to take the camera. “You get to be the director for this part.”
Jungkook grins and takes the camera from you, adjusting it in his hands as he prepares to record. He looks down at you, his eyes roaming over your naked body as you crawl towards him on the bed.
You make your way up the bed, stopping when you're kneeling between Jungkook's legs. You reach out and hook your fingers in the waistband of his boxers, slowly pulling them down over his hips. Jungkook lets out a low groan as his cock springs free, finally released from the confines of his underwear. He adjusts the camera, making sure to get a good angle as you settle between his legs.
You settle yourself between Jungkook's legs, your eyes locked on his hard cock. It's long and thick, already hard and throbbing for you. You reach out and wrap your hand around the base, giving it a gentle squeeze. You look up at Jungkook through your lashes, a small smile on your face as you start to tease him. Jungkook's breath hitches as you begin to tease him, his eyes darkening with desire. He holds the camera steady, focusing it on your face and your hand wrapped around his cock.
He lets out a low, strained groan as you give him a few slow, deliberate strokes, your fingers trailing up and down his length. You look up at Jungkook again, your eyes sparkling with mischief. Without warning, you lean forward and wrap your lips around the head of his cock.
Jungkook lets out a low moan, his grip on the camera tightening as he watches you take him into your mouth. He adjusts the angle of the camera slightly, making sure to get a good view of your lips wrapped around his cock.
You slowly begin to bob your head up and down, taking more and more of his cock into your mouth with each movement. You keep your eyes locked on his face, watching as pleasure washes over his features. Jungkook lets out a string of curses, his breathing ragged and uneven as he struggles to keep the camera steady. He looks like he's struggling to hold on, his entire body tense with arousal. Jungkook watches you intently, his eyes never leaving your face as you suck him off. He lets out a shaky breath, his voice low and rough.
“Fuck, baby” he groans. “Your mouth feels so good.”
You continue to work his cock with your mouth, using your tongue to swirl around the tip and apply just the right amount of suction. You can feel him getting closer and closer to the edge, his breathing becoming more and more erratic. Jungkook's free hand tangles in your hair, his fingers gripping tightly as he tries to hold on. He looks like he's struggling to keep control, his body tense and his jaw clenched tight.
Jungkook lets out another string of curses, his words coming out in a jumbled mess as he gets more and more worked up. He's practically panting now, his chest rising and falling rapidly with each ragged breath.
“I'm not gonna last much longer” he grits out, his voice strained. “You're driving me crazy baby.”
You can tell that Jungkook is close to cumming. His body is taut, his muscles tense as he struggles to hold on just a little longer. You increase your efforts, bobbing your head faster and taking him deeper into your throat. Jungkook's grip on your hair tightens even more, his fingers pulling slightly as he tries to control the urge to thrust up into your mouth. He's panting heavily now, his breath coming out in ragged gasps. Finally, with a strangled cry, he reaches his peak. He throws his head back, his eyes squeezed shut as he lets out a stream of hot cum into your mouth. You swallow his cum, taking everything he has to give. You continue to lick and suck at his sensitive cock, wanting to make sure you've milked every last drop out of him.
Once he's finished, you pull back and sit up. You look down at him, a satisfied smirk on your face as you admire the wrecked expression on his face. Jungkook is still catching his breath, his chest heaving as he tries to recover from his intense orgasm. He looks up at you with a dazed expression, his eyes filled with a mixture of lust and awe.
You straddle Jungkook's hips, settling yourself on top of him. You can feel his cock twitching against your inner thigh, still slick with your saliva and his cum. Jungkook lets out a low groan as he feels your weight on top of him. He reaches out and grips your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as he tries to ground himself.
“You're going to be the death of me” he murmurs, his voice still shaky from his earlier orgasm. You smirk at him, clearly enjoying the effect you have on him. You reach down and wrap your hand around his cock, giving it a few slow strokes to bring it back to full hardness.
Jungkook lets out a strangled moan, his eyes fluttering closed as he arches up into your touch. He's still sensitive from his orgasm, but his cock responds eagerly to your ministrations, hardening once again under your skilled hand.
You position yourself above Jungkook's cock, the tip brushing against your entrance. You can feel how wet you are, your own arousal having been heightened by pleasuring him. Jungkook's grip on your hips tightens, his fingers digging into your skin as he watches you prepare to take him in. He looks up at you with a mixture of anticipation and desperation, his eyes dark and hungry.
You slowly sink down onto Jungkook's cock, taking him inch by inch until he's fully sheathed inside you. You let out a low moan as you adjust to his size, feeling the delicious stretch as your body stretches to accommodate him. Jungkook groans in response, his hands sliding up from your hips to your waist. He watches as you begin to ride him, his eyes glued to the place where your bodies are connected. He lifts one hand from your waist and grabs your breast, squeezing it firmly as he records you with his other hand.
Jungkook looks up at you, his eyes dark, as he watches you ride him. He squeezes your breast again, his fingers digging into the soft flesh.
“You're taking me so good, baby” he groans, his voice low and rough. “You feel so tight and wet around me”
You lean forward slightly, giving Jungkook a better view of your body as you ride him. You let out a breathy moan as you grind your hips down against his, taking him even deeper inside you.
“Feels so good, daddy,” you reply, your voice low and sultry. “Your cock fills me up so perfectly, love having inside of me.”
As soon as the word “daddy” leaves your lips, Jungkook's grip on you tightens even more. His eyes flash with something primal, and he lets out a low growl in response. He suddenly sits up, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you flush against his chest. He buries his face in your neck, his hot breath fanning over your skin as he inhales deeply.
“Say it again” he growls in your ear. “Call me daddy again baby.”
You let out a shaky breath as Jungkook's arms wrap around you, pulling you close. You can feel his chest pressed against yours, his heart beating rapidly against your skin. You tilt your head to the side, exposing your neck to him. You know what he wants to hear, and you're more than happy to oblige.
“Daddy” you repeat, your voice low and breathy. “My daddy.”
Jungkook lets out a growl as you call him “daddy” again. He moves his mouth to your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin there. He sucks hard, his teeth grazing against your skin as he marks you with a dark hickey. He pulls back slightly to admire his handiwork, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
“That's right” he murmurs, his voice low and rough.
Jungkook lays back down, holding the camera steady, recording as you begin to bounce up and down on his cock. He watches you intently, his eyes never leaving your face as you move on top of him. He adjusts the angle of the camera slightly, making sure to capture every moment. He wants to remember this, wants to be able to watch it back and relive it over and over again.
As you ride Jungkook, you can feel your orgasm approaching. The pleasure is building inside you, each movement of your hips sending waves of ecstasy through your body. You start to move faster, chasing your high as you grind down on his cock. You can feel him getting close again too, his grip on you tightening as he tries to hold on.
Jungkook lets out a low moan as he feels his second orgasm approaching. He watches you, his eyes dark and intense, as you ride him with increasing urgency. Suddenly, he can't hold back any longer. He lets out a groan as he comes, his hips bucking up into you as he spills inside you. As soon as he finishes, he quickly turns you over onto your stomach. He pushes your hair out of the way and grabbing the camera, ready to record your next position.
Jungkook moves behind you, positioning himself between your legs. He grabs your hips and lifts them slightly, giving him a better angle to slide into you from behind.
He doesn't waste any time, immediately starting to thrust into you at a relentless pace. He grabs your wrists and pins them above your head, using the leverage to drive his cock even deeper inside you.
As Jungkook pounds into you from behind, he lets out a low growl and leans down to your ear.
“Who does this pussy belong to baby?” he demands, his voice rough and possessive. “Say it.”
You let out a gasp as Jungkook hits a particularly sensitive spot inside you. The pleasure is almost overwhelming, and it takes you a moment to form a coherent response.
“It's yours daddy” you manage to say, your voice shaky. “My pussy belongs to you. It's all yours. All for you.”
Jungkook grins at your response, clearly pleased by your words. He releases your wrists and slides one hand down to your lower back, rubbing soothing circles on your skin.
“That's right baby," he says, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “You're my good girl. You know who you belong to, don't you?”
You nod, your head bobbing up and down as you try to focus on Jungkook's words. The feeling of him inside you, filling you up so completely, is making it hard to think straight.
“Yes daddy” you manage to gasp out. “I'm your good girl. I belong to you. Only you.”
Jungkook's grin widens at your repeated affirmation. He leans down again, his chest pressed against your back, and nuzzles his face into your hair.
“Good girl” he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. “You're so good for me.“
As Jungkook continues to pound into you from behind, he remembers the camera in his hand. He lifts it up and focuses the lens on where your bodies are connected, capturing the sight of his cock disappearing into your pussy. He groans as he watches, completely captivated by the way your body takes him in. He leans back slightly, giving himself a better view.
“Fuck baby,” he mutters, his eyes fixed on the screen. “Your pussy is so beautiful. It looks so good taking my cock like this.”
Jungkook can't take his eyes off the camera screen, completely mesmerized by the sight of himself fucking you. He lets out a shaky breath as he continues to watch, his thrusts becoming more and more erratic. He zooms in on your pussy, getting a close up shot of how your body stretches to accommodate his cock. He groans again, his voice thick with arousal.
“So tight...so wet...fuck...”
The sight of himself pounding into you on the camera screen is almost too much for Jungkook to handle. He can feel his third orgasm approaching rapidly, spurred on by the erotic sight of his cock disappearing into your tight, wet pussy. He groans again, his grip on the camera tightening as he struggles to keep himself together.
“Fuck, princess” he grits out. “I'm not gonna last much longer, you're driving me crazy.”
You hear Jungkook's words, and a smirk crosses your face as you realize how close he is to cumming. You clench your inner muscles around him, trying to push him over the edge.
“Cum for me, daddy” you gasp out, your voice laced with need. “I want to feel you cum inside me again.”
Jungkook lets out a strangled cry as he reaches his climax, his hips bucking wildly as he spills his hot cum deep inside you for the third time that night. At the same time, you feel your own orgasm wash over you, your body clenching and spasming around his cock as waves of pleasure course through you.
After a few moments of catching his breath, Jungkook slowly pulls out of you and sits up. He looks down at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of love and adoration. He runs a hand through your hair, gently brushing it away from your face.
“Stay here baby” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I'll be right back.”
He gets up from the bed and disappears into the bathroom. You hear the sound of water running as he starts running a bath for you both.
As Jungkook prepares the bath, you slowly sit up in bed and look around for the camera. You spot it lying on the bed beside you, and a mischievous grin spreads across your face. You pick up the camera and turn it towards yourself, zooming in on your face. You look thoroughly fucked, your hair a mess and your cheeks flushed from exertion. You turn the camera to capture the bed, focusing on the wet spots where you and Jungkook had been.
You pause for a moment, thinking about how far you and Jungkook have come in just a few hours. You never expected things to turn out this way, but you can't deny that it's been incredible. Jungkook walks back into the room, carrying a towel and a robe. He stops in his tracks when he sees you holding the camera, a smirk on your face. He raises an eyebrow at you, clearly amused by your antics.
“Whatcha doing baby?” he asks, crossing his arms over his chest.
You hold up the camera and give Jungkook a sly grin.
“I'm recording the aftermath” you say, your voice laced with amusement. “I figured it would make for some interesting memories later on.”
Jungkook chuckles and shakes his head, clearly amused by your unabashed behavior.
“You're something else, you know that?” he says, as he walks over to the bed and helps you up. “Come on, let's get you cleaned up.”
He leads you into the bathroom, where a warm, inviting bath is waiting for you both. He helps you into the tub, making sure you're comfortable before sliding in behind you.
As you and Jungkook settle into the warm water of the bath, you let out a contented sigh. You lean back against his chest, feeling completely relaxed and spent. Jungkook wraps his arms around you, holding you close as he gently runs a washcloth over your body. He takes his time, being extra careful as he cleans you up. After a few minutes of peaceful silence, Jungkook speaks up.
“I think that's the most fun I've ever had in my life,” he says, his voice filled with satisfaction. You chuckle softly and nod in agreement, tilting your head back to look up at him.
“I think you're right,” you say, a small smile on your face. “It was definitely an experience I won't forget anytime soon.”
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୨୧ Pairing : bfjungkook x gfReader
୨୧ Genere : smut
୨୧ word count : 2k+
Warning : alcohol consumption, oral (f! receiving), eating out, jealous sex, handcuffs, edging, orgasm denial, overstimulation, penetrative sex, hickeys, (jk is jealous, protective and possessive af), pet names ( alot cuz I love them, hehe), spanking, aftercare, jk likes to be called daddy, soft jk in the end
Note : this is my first ever time writing smut and something here on Tumblr, I'm shy, and feeling uhm maybe a little shameful after writing this, though I hope you like it, and yes- English isn't my first language so bear if you see any grammatical mistakes. <33
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"Want another glass, honey?" Jungkook asks sipping on his wine.
You are lucky to have a boyfriend like him, always sweet and caring, but when angry, can easily take you to heaven. He's a sex god. No one can ever please you the way he does.
Out of this world.
"Sure" you nods your head, bringing your glass closer to him so he can pour you another glass of wine, so sweet of him to surprise you with candle light dinner when you got home after your hectic day at work. As he pours you another glass, you see his facial expressions change into a slight smirk.
You already had three glass and you started to feel tipsy, "You sure, you can handle another glass? Your face is already red." He caresses your cheek, pulls your chair closer to his. "Mhmm" you nods, reassuring him that you can handle another glass. He chuckles slightly at your short response, looking at you as you eat your pasta.
He gives the glass back to you and you sips on it. Gulping down more wine in your system you start to feel more tipsy. That's when you feel jungkook hand slipping under your dress as he caresses your thigh drawing small patterns. Waiting for your response as looking at your drunk state.
"Baby, do you want to say something?" He asks as if he can read your mind, still drawing small patterns on your thigh. You feel his hand started to get a little firm with each stroke. You finish your glass and put it on the table, so does jungkook. He finishes his pasta, waiting for you to finish yours too. Gliding his hand up and up. "Hmm?" He asks again.
"No kook." You says as you finish your pasta too. Your head started to feel lighter, the alcohol kicking in, jungkook hand firmly grabbing your thigh. "liar! I heard what happened today at your office." You feel him gritting his teeth slowly as he started to draw circles on your inner thigh.
You know what's coming for you.
You stay silent, waiting for him to say something as the heat between your legs starting to grow. "What happened? Why all silent now huh!? Would you like to tell me by yourself or should I do it for you?" He speaks, his voice sounding angry. "Jungkook. I- that wasn't my fault. He was trying to get closer to me but believe me I push him away." You looks up at him, seeing his jaw clenching.
It wasn't your fault. You just went to your office terrace to get some air when you feel someone's coming towards you from behind, slowly snaking his hands on your waist. You turn around to meet taehyung. The man who has a crush on you. He tried to impress you so many times but today it was too much. You rejected him saying that you have a boyfriend and you don't need him to invade your privacy and want to have some distance with him.
"Yeah? Jimin sent me a video of you and him, on terrace. How dare he touched you like that! And why were you rejecting him that calmly? Why didn't you slap him, huh?" Jimin his best friend who works in the same company as you, sure jungkook tells him to keep an eye on you and to make sure that you are taking care of yourself.
"Jungkook, i rejected him. And how I'm able to slap someone at work?" You speak back, proving your point. "watch your mouth, that's not how you talk to your daddy, hm?" He says firmly. The alcohol making you lightheaded. You want to prove that you are innocent and it's isn't your fault at all.
You slightly removes his hand from your thigh. "It wasn't my fault at all, stop blaming me, and you told jimin to keep an eye on me, right? Don't you trust me?" You see his eyes getting dark with each of your word.
He put his hand back on your thigh, this time more firmly. "You know I don't like when someone else gets close to you, and yeah jimin is keeping an eye on you because I need to take care of you." You hears sincerety in his voice, he still looks jealous, he's is protective of you. He doesn't like when any other man looks at you inappropriately.
"And for the way how you speak to me, i should punish you." He stands up from the dining table and you look up at him, your vision slightly blurry of the alcohol. Your skin feeling hot. "Get on the couch, on all fours." He orders as he takes the dishes to the sink.
"But-"
"No buts." He cuts you off, you don't have another choice, besides you are also feeling kinda horny from all the teasing he did.
You walk to the couch, looking at him as he went into his bedroom.
You get on the couch, as he walks back into the living room, with a pair of handcuffs. "Get on all fours, right now." You obeys him and get on your fours, ass facing him. He bends down to your level and lock your hands with handcuffs.
"Now, be a good girl and do as daddy says, got it" you nods. He opens the zip of your dress, sliding down the dress and throwing it on the floor. Leaving you only in your panties.
You got a slap on your ass, which makes you squirm, the burning sensation stays there but he soon kisses the spot where he spanks you. Soon another spank came, makes you shudders. "Keep still." Another spank.
You buried your head into the cushion, the another spank came, and your knees gives up, jungkook helds your waist and kisses on the red handprint. "Good girl. You are doing good." You muffles in the pillow. His kisses sending shivers down your spine.
"Already wet for daddy, huh! Gonna treat you good, gonna mark you up so everyone can see who you belongs to."
Without any warning he slides one finger into your hole making you moan.
He keeps his finger still making you whine, you want some friction so you slightly grind on his finger. But he holds you in place. "Patience honey, did I tell you to ride my fingers, huh?" He slides another finger, stretching you.
"Please jungkook." You speaks lowly face still buried in the pillow as you want him to move. "Please what babe? Hm? Please what? Use your words, open that dirty mouth of yours and tell me what you want me to do." He isn't moving at all, his fingers still in your hole.
You had enough, it's all making you frustrated. You grind on his fingers once again just to get an another spank. "I said, use your words." He speaks firmly.
"P-please- move your fingers, please I want it." As soon as you beg him to give you some relief, he slowly moves his finger in and out of your glistened hole, making you arch your back, another hand grabbing your waist to make you stay still.
"See, it's easy when you use that mouth of yours, you just have to say, and I'll give you everything you want. But-" the pace increases, his hand moving harder, making you buried your head deep into the pillow, the pleasure is making you so good that you don't even know where are you. "Stay away from other men, you are mine, mine to please, mine to fuck, mine to use the way I want. You are mine, my little angel. Right? You are daddy's little good girl, huh?" The pace only increasing. With each word, getting harder and harder leaving you breathless.
You nods, feeling the knot in your stomach getting tighter with each pump.
"Say that you are mine. Speak louder." His thumb starts tracing your folds, taking you close to your climax.
"Mhm, I'm yours, only yours-" you feel more close to your climax, wanting to cum. "Yeh? Wanna cum?" His thumb rubs your clit. You nods. "Say please, say, use your magical words honey, and I'll let you."
"P-please- daddy- please let me cum, I'll be your good girl, please let me cum."
"Hm! Cum on my fingers, honey." And as he gives you permission, you come undone on his fingers, breathing heavily. He keeps his finger inside, you whine feeling overstimulated. Tries to push his hand away off you. "Uhh- plea-" he pops his fingers out of your hole. Cum dripping on your thigh, his hand coming to your mouth.
"Lick your sweet honey off. Clean my fingers." You obeys and suck on his fingers tasting yourself. "Good girl, you are so good for daddy." You lays on your stomach, he takes out his finger from your mouth and licks off your saliva.
"Already tired? I'm not done yet." Strokes your hair, "you look so good, laying for me like this, breathing heavily. Waiting for me to give you permission so that you can cum. So good, you are too good for me." He kisses your forehead, removes his shirt. You looks up at him lazily, all the alcohol making you thirsty for him.
As soon as his abs are on display, your mouth drools. "Please daddy, please remove these handcuffs, I wanna touch you so bad." You sits up.
He shakes his head, "remember, it's your punishment? You don't have permission to touch me yet." As he removes his pants, leaving himself in his boxers, your eyes went to his hard cock, so prominent, begging for attention.
"Please-"
"No." He gets on top of you, "just lay back down and let me punish you" you lay back on your back, looking at him. He gets on his knees, trailing kisses from your neck to down to your stomach until he stops at where the hem of your underwear is.
He looks in your eyes and smirk, slowly removing your soaked panties from your slick, throwing them on the floor as well. He kiss on your soft bud, and you moan grabbing his hair, eyes closed.
He gives a long lick to your soft bud making your grip tighter on his hairs, grabbing your waist with both hands, he slowly sucks on your clit making you clench on nothing. Licking you whole, his tongue gets in the contact of your sensitive entrance, "you smell so sweet, taste so good uhh-" he groaned, head between your legs as he sucks on yours entrance.
Before you can say anything, his tongue pokes your hole, as he eats you whole, doing his magic to your pussy, making you clench on his tongue, sucking, licking, eating.
You soon feel another wave of pleasure taking you close to your second climax, your hand in his hair tighten. But before you can cum, he removes his mouth from your hole, giving you a smirk, as you whine. "Want to cum again huh?" He removes his boxers, freeing his hard cock. Grabbing and pumping it one or two times, precum already dripping down, you nods desperately.
"Hm? Then-" spreading your legs wider, he pushes his cock inside you, making you moan loudly. "Oh jungkook-"
"Yes baby? Do you like this cock, liking how it taking you to the edge? Wanna cum on daddy's cock?" He thrust back and forth, deeper and harder. You moan loudly as he kisses on your neck, your sensitive breasts and collarbone, getting on your sensitive spot as he sucks hardly, making you shiver in pleasure. You nods again. "Mhm, please. I wanna cum-" the knot getting tighter again.
He fastens his pace as sucks on your neck, leaving dark red hickey on your neck. Whispers in your ear "yeah? Wait till I say so. Got it?" You whine, his pace only increasing, making you clench tight.
"Oh baby, you are tight, i preped you enough but you are still so tight, loving daddy's cock?" You nods desperately. "Yeah- so good. Please let me cum-"
"What did I say? You ain't allowed to cum, wait till I give you permission to cum." It's too much pleasure for you, you can't take it anymore. His animalistic pace only making difficult for you to not cum.
You can't hold it back anymore and you cum without his permission, getting another spank on your ass. "Brat!! I told you to hold it." His movements getting sloppier as he's chasing his own high. Your breathing getting heavier and heavier as you feel another climax.
You whine loudly. "Ah- st-stop, I can't-"
"You can, just 5 more minutes, i know you can, you are my baby, listen to what daddy's saying." He kisses you intensely to making you relax.
He grunts in your mouth as his movements getting sloppier and sloppier with each push, soon he cums inside you, filling you up to the brim, and you cum once again.
A tear fell down your cheeks, he breaks the kiss and kisses your cheek. "You did so good for daddy, so good. I'm proud of you." He kisses your forehead gently, laying on top of you. You whine feeling overstimulated. He chuckles and pulls out of you. His cum dripping on your thigh. "Look, how much mess you made" he gets back down and lick your dripping cum off you, you whine loudly trying to pushes his head, but he only licks you deeper, you grab his hair tightly and pushes his head, he chuckles.
"You taste so good, I just can't stay away." He kisses your forehead once again and grabs wet wipes from the table, cleaning himself and grabbing onto more to clean yourself. you squirm.
"Sorry baby, I'll be gentle, did I hurt you?" He now gently cleans. You shakes your head as you keeps your eyes close feelings sleepy.
Once he cleans you, he uncuffes you and kisses your wrist gently, "you are mine, and only mine, honey, I love you."
He carries you to the bedroom and covers you both in the blanket. Kisses your forehead once again as he snuggles up. "I love you too, jungkook" you mumbles. He chuckles and you both drift off to sleep.
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TABLE 3 | JJK ch9
“For good service, and cute waitresses.”
pairing: pre!military jk x waitress/secret fuckbuddy!oc
warnings: SMUT! profanity, angst, humour, fluff, celebrity au, idol!jungkook , mentions of other kpop groups/idols, inner conflict, insecurity, smut, m!masturbation, jungkooks prince charming live look ! mentions of military service :(, he pulls a dick move and hes selfish ngl. silly dramatic nari as always :) bts involved in this one yall. jungkook is really into oc its so sweet :( we get an insight of jungkooks pov for this oke guys:)
smut warnings: m!masturbation, detailed description of what he imagines, edging, he imagines fucking oc raw.
wc: idk guys sorry i aint checking HAHA
this fic is not meant to represent the real jungkook or any other characters mentioned!
taglist: @jenniebyrubies @dreamersparacosm @darklove2020
a/n: can someone tell me if wc is important? or if theres any quick way of checking lmao. anyways! they will fuck soon i promise 😔😔 but i need that extra tension. AS ALWAYS TY FOR READING MY LOVES AND CMNT WHAT U THINK !! also i genuinely hate writing fics where theres like the whole of bts, its so confusing so im sorry if this is shit (specifically when they come into play)
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The second Nari picks up the call, you regret it.
“Don’t tell me—” She cuts herself off, then gasps. “Oh my God.”
You frown, shifting under your blanket. “What?”
“You’re calling me first thing in the morning,” she accuses. “That means something happened. Something.”
You roll your eyes. “That’s a reach.”
“No, it’s called knowing you,” she retorts. “And you sound weird.”
You pause. “Weird how?”
“I don’t know. Suspicious. Like you’re hiding something.”
Your stomach twists. “I’m not.”
Nari hums. “Okay. So you’re telling me nothing happened after I left?”
You freeze.
She gasps so loudly you nearly drop your phone.
“NO FUCKING WAY.”
You wince. “Nari—”
“You’re telling me I left you alone with Jeon Jungkook and something happened?!”
You grip your blanket tighter. “I didn’t say that.”
“But you didn’t deny it!” She shrieks. “WHAT HAPPENED?”
You hesitate, fingers fidgeting with the hem of your sleeve. “Nothing crazy—”
She gasps again. “OH MY GOD. DID YOU FINALLY KISS?!”
Your breath hitches.
“OH MY FUCKING GOD YOU KISSED.”
“Nari, please—”
“NO, DON’T ‘NARI’ ME. YOU MEAN TO TELL ME I WENT HOME THINKING YOU TWO JUST HAD A FUN LITTLE DRINKING SESSION AND MEANWHILE YOU WERE OUT HERE—” She stops. Then gasps again. “WAIT.”
Your stomach flips.
“DID HE SLEEP OVER?”
You freeze.
“NO.” Nari’s voice drops an octave. “No fucking way. You’re lying. You have to be lying.”
You press your lips together.
“HE STAYED OVER?!”
You groan, flopping back onto your pillow. “Nari—”
“I CAN’T BREATHE.” She’s full-on wheezing. “JEON JUNGKOOK STAYED OVER AT YOUR APARTMENT AND I HAD NO IDEA?”
“You were gone!”
“YOU SHOULD HAVE TOLD ME!”
“You were gone! And i didn’t wanna disrupt your beauty sleep, you would’ve shouted at me over the phone!” you repeat, exasperated.
“Oh my God. Oh my God.” She takes a deep breath. “Okay. Okay. I’m okay.”
You don’t believe her.
“…Did you…cuddle?”
You want to hang up the phone.
Your silence makes Nari gasp dramatically again.
“YOU FUCKING CUDDLED?!”
“Okay, chill,” you groan, rubbing your temple. “Can I talk now?”
“Oh, please do. I’m dying over here.”
You exhale, sinking into your pillow. “I don’t even know how it happened,” you mumble. “Like, I just… I fell asleep after i showered. And at some point, I felt him move, like—adjusting me or something. And then next thing I know, I wake up, and I’m like face to face with him.”
Nari gasps again. “Like REAL CLOSE?! Chest to chest?!”
You make a strangled noise. “Yes, Nari.”
“Oh my God.” She sounds like she might pass out. “And he let you stay there?”
“…I- he pulled me on top of him, actually.”
A scream. A full-blown, ear-shattering scream.
“Nari, what the fuck?!”
“I CAN’T HELP IT!” she yells. “HE PULLED YOU ON HIS LAP?”
You sigh. “I guess?”
“OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD—”
“Okay, but that’s not the point,” you say quickly before she combusts again.
“Not the point? Not the point?!”
You ignore her. “I, um…” You hesitate, voice dropping. “After- We did stuff-.”
Silence. Then—
“…stuff?” Nari repeats, suddenly way too serious.
You clear your throat. “Yeah.”
Her breathing stutters. “…Wait. Wait. Are you telling me—YOU FUCKED?!”
“NO- WE DIDN’T LIKE- We didnt fuck fuck- Ugh! I’m not telling you anything.”
“OH MY GOD.”
You groan. “It wasn’t—”
“NO, SHUT UP, DON’T DOWNPLAY THIS.” She takes a shaky breath. “You mean to tell me HE ATE YOU OUT?!”
“Nari, I swear to God,” you hiss.
She lets out a wheezy laugh. “Oh, you nasty bitch.”
You bury your face in your hands. “I hate you.”
“No, you love me,” she sings. “So? How was it?”
You nearly throw your phone across the room. “I am not talking about this.”
“Ugh, fine,” she whines. “But holy shit, I cannot believe this. I go home for a few hours and you have a whole-ass wattpadd moment.”
You groan, but your lips twitch slightly.
“Wait, wait, wait,” she suddenly cuts in. “So he stayed the whole night? And then you fell asleep, and then he… ate you out in the morning?”
You pause. “Yeah.”
Another gasp. “OH MY GOD?”
“I mean, I fell asleep again, after- y’know.” you admit. “And then when I woke up, he was still there.”
Nari sounds breathless. “What was he doing?”
“…Making breakfast.”
Dead silence.
Then— “I need to sit down.”
“You are sitting down.”
“I NEED TO SIT DOWN.”
You chuckle. “He made toast.”
A groan. “Of course he did.”
You bite your lip. “And coffee.”
“Stop.”
“…And eggs.”
“STOP.”
You grin. “And—”
You laugh. “Okay, okay.”
Nari lets out a strangled noise. “I hate you.”
You smile. “No, you love me.”
You’re still smiling when something clicks in your mind. Your brows furrow as you glance at your clock.
“…Wait a second.”
“What?” Nari sounds way too innocent.
Your eyes narrow. “Aren’t you supposed to be at work?”
Silence.
“…About that.”
You sit up. “Nari.”
She groans. “I was too hungover, okay?”
You snort. “Seriously?”
“Listen, I woke up feeling like I got run over by a truck,” she whines. “I texted our boss and said I had food poisoning or something.”
You roll your eyes. “You’re so irresponsible.”
“Says the girl who spent the night wrapped around Jeon Jungkook,” she fires back.
Your face burns. “That is not the same thing.”
She hums. “Still. I bet you’re glad I left, though.”
You open your mouth, but nothing comes out.
Nari gasps. “OH MY GOD, YOU ARE!”
You groan, falling back against your pillows. “Shut up.”
“I knew it!” she cackles. “You were probably praying for me to go.”
You roll your eyes. “Yeah, I was totally thinking about you while Jungkook was—”
She screeches.
You grin. “That’s what I thought.”
——
The car hums beneath his hands as he grips the steering wheel, parked along the edge of a quiet field just outside the city. It’s tucked away, the kind of place only locals really know about, where the noise of Seoul fades into something softer. The air is crisp, the last remnants of summer clinging to the wind, but the sky is clear.
He rolls the window down, just enough to let the fresh air seep in. The scent of damp earth, of grass still waking up from the cold, fills his lungs. For a while, he just sits there, one hand resting against his lips, thumb idly brushing over his lower lip as he watches the world move without him.
A few people are out—an old couple sitting on a bench, their hands intertwined, sharing a quiet conversation. A man in a business suit walks by with a coffee in hand, talking on the phone. A little kid, bundled up in a puffy jacket, tugs at his mother’s sleeve, pointing excitedly at a stray cat slinking across the pavement.
Jungkook watches it all, soaking in the normalcy, the way life just happens when no one’s watching.
It reminds him of you.
Being with you felt like this. Uncomplicated. Quiet, but not empty. Like he could exist without having to perform. He’d always loved moments like this—quiet drives, empty streets at night, the peace of being alone—but now, for the first time in a long time, he finds himself wanting someone in that space with him.
His fingers drum against the steering wheel. He doesn’t want to leave just yet, but time keeps moving, the sun blazing brighter than ever, pulling him back into reality.
With a sigh, he finally starts the engine and heads home.
It’s nearly 1 PM when Jungkook finally steps into his apartment. The place is still, save for the soft sound of Bam’s tail thumping against the floor as he trots over to greet him.
“Hey, bamie,” Jungkook murmurs, crouching to scratch behind his ears. Bam sniffs at his jacket like he’s checking where he’s been, then huffs as if unimpressed.
From the couch, there’s a groan. “You’re finally home?”
Jungkook glances up to see Taehyung sprawled out across the cushions, blanket half-draped over his legs, hair sticking up in every direction. His eyes are barely open, like he’s debating whether it’s worth waking up or not.
“You still here?” Jungkook counters, kicking off his shoes. Jungkook feels bad, not expecting Taehyung to have stayed the whole night, he thinks he might have even stayed up until the morning, but he also knows he might’ve got carried away with some random documentary on his phone.
Taehyung grunts. “You left me with your child. He’s needy.”
Jungkook scoffs, rubbing Bam’s head before standing. “You love him.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Taehyung finally sits up, stretching with a yawn. “You look suspiciously happy for someone who made me do unpaid babysitting at stupid time- AM.” He squints at Jungkook. “Should I even ask?”
Jungkook hesitates, then sighs, plopping down beside him. “I really like her, hyung.”
Taehyung raises a brow, suddenly more awake. “Oh?”
“I don’t know. It’s just… different. She’s different.” Jungkook rubs his neck, looking down at his hands. “It’s not like before.”
Taehyung hums, studying him. “Different how?”
Jungkook exhales, leaning back. His mind flickers to you—the warmth of your skin against his last night, the way you’d looked half-asleep in the morning, the way you didn’t treat him like he was anything more than just a guy you liked being around.
“I don’t feel like I have to—pretend, you know?” He admits.
Taehyung nods slowly. Then, after a beat, he tilts his head. “That’s great, im happy for you, but… you know how this goes.”
Jungkook frowns. “What do you mean?”
Taehyung sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Just—be careful. You get caught up in things fast, and—”
“She’s not like that,” Jungkook cuts in, voice firmer than he intended.
Taehyung blinks, then raises his hands in surrender. “I wasn’t saying she was.”
Jungkook exhales, shaking his head. “I know. Sorry. I just—” He sighs. “She’s really not like that, I promise.”
Taehyung watches him for a second, then smirks. “Damn. You’re in deep, huh?”
Jungkook groans, rubbing his face.
Taehyung laughs, standing up. “Alright, loverboy. One day, everyone’s gonna have to meet this mystery girl.”
Jungkook just rolls his eyes as Taehyung grabs his jacket.
“Later,” Taehyung calls before heading out.
The apartment is quiet again.
Jungkook lets out a breath, staring at the door Taehyung just left through. After a second, he looks down at Bam, who’s sitting patiently at his feet, ears perked up.
“What?” Jungkook mutters.
Bam blinks.
Jungkook sighs, ruffling his fur. “I know, I know. I should’ve just said thanks and shut up. But he doesn’t get it, okay?”
Bam tilts his head.
Jungkook groans, flopping onto the couch. “I can’t believe I’m explaining myself to you.”
Bam licks his knee.
Jungkook sighs again, rubbing his temples. “This is humiliating.”
His phone buzzes.
A message from Taehyung: btw we have a meeting in like 2 hrs lmao good luck
Jungkook groans, dropping his head back against the couch. He types out a quick reply—fuck im so tired i completely forgot—before opening your chat.
This time, he doesn’t hesitate.
Jungkook: im home. hru, tired?
He barely locks his phone before it vibrates in his hand again.
Y/N: im good, so tired tho. u should sleep
Jungkook huffs out a quiet laugh. He could reply, could tease you about how fast you answered, but he knows himself—if he starts texting you now, he won’t stop.
And he actually has shit to do.
So instead, he pockets his phone and drags himself up. He’s got about two hours before the meeting, and he still needs to shower and change before he inevitably gets lectured for something.
Jungkook’s body feels sore from a grueling workout session that ran longer than he expected. His apartment’s little gym is nothing fancy, but it gets the job done. The weights clinked, the elliptical hummed quietly, and before he knew it, he’d spent the last hour and a half completely absorbed, working his muscles until they burned. He barely noticed the time ticking by as he focused on the reps, each one pushing him a little further. But now, as he stands in front of the bathroom mirror, it’s clear—he’s running late.
Cursing under his breath, he hops into the shower, the hot water almost making him forget his rush. He’s still fighting the fog in his head as he throws on a clean outfit and grabs his keys. The high-rise building where the meeting is being held is only a short drive away, but the clock is ticking, and the last thing he wants is to be the guy who keeps everyone waiting.
Driving through the city, the streets blur as his mind drifts briefly to other things—like you. He can’t quite shake the feeling of what it’s like when you’re together, the way you look at him with that honest, unassuming gaze. He wonders how much you know about him, about everything he’s caught up in. And as much as he’d love to reminisce about you all day, there’s no time for that right now.
He pulls into the parking garage with only minutes to spare. As he walks into the building, he hears the buzz of conversation coming from the conference room, his members already waiting. The manager hasn’t arrived yet, and everyone seems in a rare moment of peace.
His steps were brisk as he made his way through the halls, past glass-walled offices where staff were busy with their own schedules. The sound of his sneakers against the polished floor was barely noticeable under the hum of quiet conversations, ringing phones, and the occasional clack of keyboards.
He was late. Not by much, maybe five minutes, but enough that he felt a twinge of guilt as he approached the meeting room. He should’ve left earlier.
But time had slipped through his fingers.
As he reached for the handle, his phone buzzed in his pocket.
He pulled it out and saw your name on the screen—no new message, just the last one you had sent earlier:
You: im good, so tired tho. u should sleep
Jungkook hesitated for a second before finally typing out a reply.
Jungkook: Can’t sleep in the middle of the day for some reason, but im on the way to a meeting now :)”
His thumb hovered over the keyboard, and without thinking, he started to type—
Jungkook: Are you free tonight?
He paused. Then, with a quiet sigh, he deletes the last part and hits send.
Maybe you had plans with Nari. Maybe he was overstepping. He didn’t want to be too much.
Sliding his phone back into his pocket, he took a breath and finally stepped inside.
The room was loud.
Not in a chaotic way—just in the way that happened whenever they were all together. Conversations overlapped, laughter sparked in different corners, and there was an easy kind of energy that made it feel like they hadn’t been apart for weeks.
Jungkook’s arrival didn’t go unnoticed.
“Look who finally decided to show up.”
He barely had time to sit before Jin made a show of checking his nonexistent watch. Across from him, J-Hope grinned, nudging Jimin, who snickered into his palm.
Jungkook rolled his eyes, dropping into his seat. “Hyung, you don’t even wear a watch.”
“Doesn’t mean I don’t know you’re late,” Jin shot back, smirking.
Taehyung, seated beside him, simply raised a brow. “Long gym session?”
Jungkook exhaled through his nose, shaking his head as he reached for a bottle of water from the table. “Something like that.”
He twisted the cap off, taking a sip just as Yoongi—who had been quiet up until now—spoke up without looking up from his phone.
“Was it really the gym,” he mused, voice dry, “or were you occupied with something else?”
That earned a few oooh’s from around the table. Jungkook nearly choked on his water.
“Oh, come on,” Jimin laughed, leaning his chin in his hand. “It’s been weeks since we’ve all been together, and we’re just now hearing about this?”
Jungkook groaned. “There’s nothing to hear about.”
“That’s a lie,” Taehyung said casually.
Jungkook snapped his head toward him, eyes narrowing. “Hyung.”
But Taehyung just blinked at him innocently, stirring his iced Americano with the straw.
“What? It’s not my fault you told me and no one else.”
“Oh, so Tae knows, but not us?” J-Hope gasped, clutching his chest in mock betrayal. “Wow. Okay. I see how it is.”
Namjoon chuckled, shaking his head. “Alright, leave him alone. Let’s get started before—”
The door opened again.
Their manager walked in.
Just like that, the teasing stopped.
The energy in the room shifted as the meeting began.
The manager placed a folder down on the table, flipping through it before glancing up. “Alright. Let’s go over schedules.”
One by one, he listed their upcoming projects. Solo albums. Endorsements. Events.
Jungkook listened, though not entirely. His focus drifted slightly, fingers idly pressing against the condensation on his water bottle.
Then— “And Jungkook.”
His attention snapped back.
The manager’s expression was unreadable. “We were supposed to have a meeting about your album’s design a few nights ago. Where were you?”
Jungkook blinked, momentarily caught off guard.
“…What?”
“The meeting,” the manager repeated, tone sharper. “You didn’t show.”
Jungkook frowned, realization hitting him all at once. Shit. He had completely forgotten about that.
“Oh… I don’t know,” he muttered, adjusting his grip on the bottle. “I missed it. Sorry.”
The manager’s jaw tightened. “Seriously?” He let out a sharp breath, shaking his head. “Jungkook, this isn’t the time to be messing around.”
Jungkook felt the shift in the air.
“If this is about something- someone,” the manager continued, voice clipped, “then you need to get your head straight. This is going to be the peak of your career. And after that, you have military service.” His stomach dropped.
The words hit differently this time.
It wasn’t like he had forgotten. He knew what was coming. But hearing it out loud, so bluntly, in a setting like this—
And worst of all—
You didn’t know.
His fingers curled slightly, grip tightening on the water bottle. His jaw clenched, but he kept his face neutral.
“I know what I’m doing,” he said, voice even.
The manager didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t push further. The meeting wrapped up soon after, leaving a strange, awkward silence in its wake.
Jungkook didn’t wait around. He pushed his chair back and left the room.
The cool air outside the meeting room felt like a relief.
Jungkook exhaled, running a hand through his hair as he leaned against the wall. His chest felt tight, frustration simmering beneath the surface.
Footsteps approached.
“Mind if I join?”
Jungkook glanced up to see Namjoon.
He sighed, shaking his head. “Go ahead.”
Namjoon leaned against the wall beside him, crossing his arms. He didn’t speak right away, just looked ahead.
Then, finally— “I get where he’s coming from, but I know how this must all feel for you.”
Jungkook scoffed lightly. “Of course you do.”
Namjoon smiled slightly, but his tone was serious. “You do need to be careful, though.”
Jungkook sighed. “I know.”
A pause.
Then—
“Does she know?”
Jungkook furrowed his brows. “Know what?”
Namjoon turned his head toward him. “That you’ll be away for a long time soon, enlistment?”
Jungkook’s chest tightened. His fingers curled slightly. “No.”
Namjoon hummed, then said, “You need to tell her.”
Jungkook looked down. His voice was quiet.
“I don’t know how.”
A moment passed. Then, finally—
“I don’t want risk losing what we have.”
“It’s better to risk, than to hurt someone.”
And that was the part that scared him the most.
Dinner stretches on longer than Jungkook expected, everyone having opted for a small ramen place near the building where noone really goes, but he doesn’t mind. It’s been a while since they’ve all sat down together like this, eating, catching up, letting conversations weave in and out naturally. The private room they’re in feels comfortable, tucked away from the world outside. The restaurant is dimly lit, warm with the scent of food and the occasional hum of quiet chatter from other customers outside.
Plates are scattered across the table now, half-empty bowls and used utensils sitting between them, but nobody seems in a rush to leave. The night has been filled with laughter—mostly from Jin’s endless teasing and Hoseok’s dramatic storytelling. Yoongi is quiet as always, listening more than speaking, and Namjoon occasionally chimes in with something insightful that makes them all pause for a second before someone cracks a joke to lighten the mood again.
And then, naturally, the conversation shifts to him.
It starts small. Jimin makes a passing comment about how Jungkook has been glued to his phone more than usual, and Hoseok is quick to add in something about his suspiciously frequent disappearances from the studio.
“Come on, we all see it,” Jin says, grinning as he gestures toward him with his chopsticks. “Our maknae’s been busy with something—or that someone.”
Jungkook groans, leaning back in his seat as Taehyung smirks knowingly. It was bound to come up at some point. And honestly, he doesn’t really mind. Maybe a few years ago, he would’ve deflected more, kept everything to himself, but things are different now.
So, he tells them. Not everything, not every little detail, but enough for them to understand that there’s someone. Someone special.
Taehyung already knows, of course, but the rest of them listen intently. Jimin leans in slightly, a small smile playing on his lips, while Namjoon nods along, his expression thoughtful. Hoseok looks outright excited, and Jin, predictably, looks like he’s about to start grilling him for information.
“She’s just… different,” Jungkook says finally, rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t know how to explain it.”
“Different how?” Jin presses, eyes narrowing in curiosity.
Jungkook hesitates for a second, then shrugs. “She doesn’t treat me like everyone else does, you guys would really love her.”
That seems to be enough of an answer for most of them. Namjoon hums knowingly, and Yoongi, who’s been quiet this whole time, finally speaks. “That’s good,” he says simply, nodding in approval.
There are a few more teasing remarks, a couple of playful warnings about being careful, but overall, it’s nothing but support. And it makes Jungkook feel… good. Warm. Like a weight he didn’t realize he was carrying has been lifted just a little.
By the time they finally leave the restaurant, it’s late. The night air is cool against his skin as they step outside, lingering near the entrance as they say their goodbyes. Jungkook pulls out his phone while waiting for the valet to bring his car around, and his chest tightens when he sees your name at the top of his notifications.
Y/N: thats sad, i couldnt imagine not napping during the day.
Y/N: what was your meeting about? was it all good? had fun?
His thumb hovers over the keyboard as he leans against his car, jaw tightening slightly.
The meeting.
It wasn’t just about schedules or the album. It was a stupid reminder about his enlistment.
His stomach twists. He should tell you. You deserve to know. But not now. Not like this. Not when he isn’t even sure how to say it.
He exhales sharply, then types back: Just boring stuff, schedules, touring, to be honest. How was your day?
The night was quiet as he made his way back to his apartment, the only sound coming from the soft hum of his car engine. He didn’t have much else to do—his mind kept drifting back to you. He had seen your messages, and even though his heart had briefly dropped when he read your text, he decided against telling you everything. He’d need time to figure it all out, and he wasn’t sure how to explain the looming shadow of his military service.
Arriving at his place, he tossed his keys onto the table, quickly changing into something comfortable. He sank into his couch, trying to relax. As the night passed, he found himself playing with a few unfinished songs, but his focus wasn’t there. The chords felt distant, detached. His thoughts wandered back to you, to the way you’d looked when you smiled at him, to the moment you’d shared that morning… The playful banter, the warmth, everything felt too real. He never thought he’d get this far with someone like you. He wasn’t expecting to feel this way.
His phone buzzes, pulling him out of his thoughts. He quickly glanced at it—there it was, another message from you. You sent a cute little selfie of you cooking, smiling brightly at the camera. His heart softened as he looked at it. It was simple, but to him, it was everything. His day’s mood shifted in an instant, just like that. Your smile, your warmth—it made everything feel… right.
He opens it without thinking, and his heart immediately softens.
It’s you, standing in your kitchen, a gentle smile on your lips as you stir something over the stove. The caption reads: should’ve been hired as a chef rather than a waitress tbh
Jungkook huffs out a quiet laugh, shaking his head as warmth spreads through his chest.
God, you’re cute.
The stress from earlier, the weight of the meeting, the pressure of everything he hasn’t told you—it all fades, just for a moment. And he lets himself enjoy it.
It was strange, how quickly everything had changed between the two of you. He’d been trying to keep it light, but it was clear now—it wasn’t just a fling, at least not for him. He liked you. He liked you a lot.
He lays back on his bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying everything in his mind. The moments—small, but so significant. The touch of your hand, the way you laughed, the way his heart had raced when you’d kissed. He thought back to the morning—how natural it had felt, how his body had instinctively responded to yours. The way you fit against him, the quiet intimacy. He hadn’t expected things to get so… deep. But it did. And he was glad it did.
But with every passing moment, the truth loomed in the back of his mind: he had to tell you. The military service was coming, and he couldn’t keep running from it. But for now, he needed to focus on you, on what this was.
Was he ready for all that came with it? Would you be? You’d had conversations mentioning this topic, but he’s not entirely sure of it all.
With a sigh, he sends a quick reply, trying to act normal, but his heart was pounding in his chest.
Jungkook: you look pretty
Jungkook: should cook for me soon
He couldn’t help but smile at his own words.
He laid back against the pillow, staring at the ceiling once again, lost in thought. He really couldn’t wait to see you again.
Jungkook’s basically doing nothing. Trying to unwind after a long day, scrolling through stuff on his phone, but his mind cant help but replay the events from the other night - when he had tasted you for the first time.
The way you pulled his hair, the sweet moans and pleas spilling from your lips...it was seared into his memory. He shifted uncomfortably, feeling a growing hardness in his sweatpants.
With a sigh, he reached down and palmed himself through the fabric, a wave of guilt washing over him at the thought of jerking off to you. But the desire was too strong to resist.
He pulled out his now hard cock, the tip is slippery from all of the precum that’s accumulated, he gasps, stroking it slowly as he replayed the scene in his mind. His other hand reached for his phone, pulling up your selfie.
You’re in the kitchen, pouting at the camera as you prepared dinner, a few strands of hair escaping your ponytail. Jungkook's hand moved faster, picturing you bent over the counter, your shirt hiked up as he fucks his fingers into you from behind.
He imagines the steam from the your sweat fogging up the windows of his apartment, putting on a lewd show for all to see despite the secrecy of…everything.
His balls tightened, the pleasure building in his groin. He closed his eyes, recalling the memory of your underwear drawer from when you had asked him for clothes. A particular pair of light yellow polka dot panties stood out in his mind, and he pictured you wearing them, the fabric stretched taut over your plump ass as he gripped it tightly, leaving red fingerprints in his wake. With a groan, Jungkook grips his cock tighter, edging himself closer to the brink of ecstasy, using your selfie as an aid.
He stroked himself faster, imagining your cries of pleasure echoing in his ears as he fucked you hard against the counter, your tits bouncing with each thrust. The thought of the whole world seeing his every move only heightened his arousal.
He pictured fucking your throat, watching you gag and drool around his thick cock as he pumped in and out of your mouth. The image of you bent over every surface in his apartment, getting fucked raw in every room, sent him over the edge.
With a final gasp, Jungkook came hard, painting his abs with thick ropes of pearly white cum. He collapsed back against the pillows, catching his breath as the waves of pleasure subsided. For now, his craving for you was sated. But he knew it wouldn't be long before he needed another fix.
Jungkook stares at the ceiling, his heartbeat finally steady again, but his body feels too wired for sleep. He sighs, dragging a hand through his messy hair, quickly cleaning up after himself. There’s no way he’s going to be able to fall asleep now—not after everything that just ran through his head.
So he gets up.
The apartment is quiet as he walks out of his bedroom, his feet light against the hardwood floors. He doesn’t bother turning on all the lights, just the warm glow of his purple light on his dining table as he moves to the kitchen. A glass, a bottle of whiskey. He pours himself a drink, the amber liquid catching the dim light as he leans against the counter. The ice clinks when he swirls it around, taking a slow sip, his fingers tapping idly against the side of the glass.
The faint reflection in the window catches his attention. His hair is tousled, the strands falling just right, and the loose white button-up he threw on hangs open slightly at the top, exposing a bit of collarbone. He smirks to himself.
The thought makes him laugh under his breath, shaking his head. He doesn’t even know why he bothered throwing on a shirt—maybe he just didn’t want to feel like a complete mess. The whiskey burns pleasantly in his throat as he makes his way to the dining table, setting the glass down with a quiet thunk.
And then, his phone rings.
Your name flashes on the screen.
His brows lift slightly, caught off guard. You never call first. The corner of his lips twitches as he picks up.
“Hello?” His voice is low, slightly raspy from how little he’s spoken tonight.
“You sound tired,” you note.
He hums, stretching his legs out beneath the table. “Just couldn’t sleep.”
There’s a pause, then you say, “Wait, where are you right now?”
Jungkook glances around his dimly lit apartment. “Dining room. Why?”
“I don’t know, you sound different. Like, echoey or something,” you say. “What are you doing?”
He eyes his whiskey glass before answering, “Just having a drink.”
“Ooh, fancy,” you tease. “Are we celebrating something?”
Jungkook smirks. “Should we be?”
You laugh, and he finds himself leaning into the sound. “Turn your camera on,” you say.
He hesitates for a second before pressing the button, and a moment later, his face fills your screen. His hair is tousled, framing his face in that unfairly perfect way, and the white button-up he’s wearing is undone just enough to be distracting. He’s leaning back in his chair, one arm draped casually over the backrest, whiskey glass in hand.
Your eyes narrow. “Jungkook.”
“What?” He raises an eyebrow, taking a slow sip of his drink.
“You’re dressed up.”
He snorts. “I’m not dressed up.”
“Yes, you are,” you insist. “White button-up, unbuttoned. Hair all messy but in a way that somehow makes you look better. What’s the occasion?”
Jungkook huffs a laugh, shaking his head. “This is just what I was wearing.”
“Yeah, okay,” you deadpan. “Where’s the lucky lady?”
His smirk falters for a second before he scoffs. “Shut up.”
You laugh, and it’s the best sound he’s heard all night.
“Turn yours on, wanna see you” he says suddenly, already tapping to the screen of the call.
A second later, your face appears on his screen. You’re curled up on your couch in a hoodie and shorts, your hair slightly messy, like you just woke up.
“You look cozy,” he comments, tilting his head as he studies you.
“Yeah, ‘cause I literally just woke up from a nap,” you say, stretching your arms over your head with a yawn. “That’s why I haven’t replied to you.”
Jungkook exhales, resting his elbow on the table as he props his chin on his hand. “Was wondering where you went,” he murmurs, almost to himself.
Your expression softens for a second before you smirk. “Aw, did you miss me?”
He rolls his eyes, leaning back in his chair. “No.”
“Liar.”
Before he can argue, a movement catches your attention. Your eyes widen. “Wait—is that Bam?”
Jungkook turns slightly, spotting his dog trotting into the frame, tail wagging. He grins. “Yeah, he just woke up, too.”
Bam jumps up, resting his head on Jungkook’s lap. You watch the way Jungkook absentmindedly scratches behind his ears, his expression softening.
“He’s so cute,” you sigh.
Jungkook glances at you through the screen. “You wanna meet him?”
You hesitate. He can see the flicker of contemplation in your eyes, like the thought of going to his apartment wasn’t something you’d really considered before. Your lips part slightly, but you don’t answer right away.
Jungkook watches you carefully. “You don’t have to,” he says after a beat, voice softer.
“No, I just…” You clear your throat. “I guess I never thought about it.”
He nods, letting the subject drop, but he doesn’t miss the way your gaze lingers for a moment longer, like maybe, just maybe, you’re thinking about it now.
And for some reason, that thought makes his chest feel strangely warm.
The conversation shifts naturally into the usual late-night rambling—little stories from your day, his half-teasing but genuine responses. He doesn’t even know what you’re talking about half the time, but he doesn’t care. You could be talking about absolutely nothing, and he’d still want to hear it.
And for the first time that night, he feels at peace.
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Summary; Death was meant to be final—a swift plunge into nothingness. Yet, against all logic, you awaken in a bed far too opulent to belong to the afterlife, with the piercing gaze of a demon fixed upon you. The air crackles with something ancient and binding, and when you move, a searing pain flares across your skin. A mark—undeniable, links you to him in the cruelest way possible. Not as his prisoner. Not as his prey. But as his soulmate.
Pairing: Demon Jungkook x reader
Genre: Enemies to lovers, soulmates, angst, fluff, smut (18+)
Status; ongoing series | All rights reserved
Content tags/ warnings: Suicide, drowning, death, underworld, choking, pain, anger, fear, suffocating pressure, torment, supernatural, dark emotions, anxiety, hopelessness, inner conflict, isolation, fear of the unknown, violent confrontation, angry Jungkook, scared reader
Word count: 3.4k
7 years earlier
The night sprawled infinitely above them, a vast abyss of inky blackness pierced by the faint glimmer of distant stars. Below, the city pulsed with artificial life, streets bathed in pools of amber from flickering streetlights, neon signs buzzing like captive fireflies, and highways streaked with the ghostly glow of rushing headlights. The distant murmur of footsteps, muffled conversations, and wailing sirens wove together, rising with the cool night breeze, a symphony of movement beneath the stillness of the sky.
Perched on the edge of a towering rooftop, two figures stood motionless, silent sentinels against the night. Dressed in black from head to toe, their forms bled seamlessly into the shadows, their faces concealed behind smooth, unreadable masks. They were wraiths above the city, watching, waiting phantoms in a world too consumed by its own glow to notice the darkness lurking just beyond its reach.
For a long moment, they simply observed the scene below. The boy shifted, his body turning ever so slightly to face the girl stood beside him. Though his mask concealed his face, the weight of his gaze was unmistakable, heavy with unspoken worry as it settled on her.
"What if he finds out?" he murmured, his voice barely audible over the distant city.
The girl didn’t move, her gaze fixed on the horizon, the soft glow of the skyline reflected in the smooth surface of her mask. She exhaled slowly, as if releasing the weight of his question into the night. “He won’t,” she said, her tone even, almost dismissive. “Don’t overthink it.”
His fingers curled slightly at his sides. “You say that like it’s a guarantee.”
This time, she turned her head just enough to acknowledge him, though her mask remained unreadable. “Because it is.”
The boy let out a quiet scoff, barely more than a breath. “That’s blind confidence.”
"No," she corrected, tilting her head slightly. "It’s certainty."
He studied her for a moment, searching for something in her posture, her stance—any indication that she was just as uncertain as he was. But she remained still, composed, as if the question itself had never even crossed her mind.
“And if you’re wrong?” he pressed.
Her mask turned fully toward him, though he couldn’t see her expression he could feel the sharpness of her stare, and the quiet challenge behind it.
"Then I’ll deal with it. Back out if you're afraid."
Silence stretched between them, thick and unmoving. The wind tugged at their clothing, carrying the distant wail of sirens through the air.
The boy let out a slow breath, shaking his head before responding. “You know I can’t.”
The girl nodded once, satisfied. “Then don’t question it.”
The words hung in the air, their meaning layered with both challenge and reassurance. The boy’s eyes flickered momentarily with a mixture of doubt and resolve before he allowed himself a small nod. The tension between them, electric yet unspoken, was palpable—a silent acknowledgment of the risks they faced and the unyielding commitment to their shared path.
As the wind picked up, tugging playfully at the edges of their cloaks, the city below continued its relentless rush. In that suspended moment atop the building, amidst the interplay of light and shadow, their conversation was more than just words, it was a testament to the defiant spirit that bound them together, daring the darkness below and the secrets that might one day unravel their fragile world.
Present day
The night hung heavy with an eerie stillness as I stood at the edge of the bridge, the faint glow of distant streetlights spilling over the water, casting long, fractured shadows that seemed to stretch into nothingness. A thick mist rolled over the river, cloaking everything in a cold, shrouded veil. The air bit at my skin, sharp and unforgiving, as the darkness wrapped itself around me like a second skin, suffocating and impenetrable. The only sounds that cut through the silence were the distant hum of cars on the highway and the soft, mournful howl of the wind whispering through the trees like the world itself was mourning with me.
The city, distant and blurred through the mist, seemed like another world entirely, its lights faint and hazy like a dream I could never reach, a world I no longer belonged to. I stood there, rooted to the spot, as the weight of my past crushed down on me—each wound, each betrayal, each harsh word spoken in anger or indifference. Years of being told I wasn’t enough, of being silenced, of being invisible, had accumulated within me like an unquenchable fire, burning beneath the surface, waiting for the moment to consume everything. The scars, unseen by anyone but me, pressed against my chest like an unbearable weight, and now, all of them had led me here. To this moment.
The wind howled past my face, a cold rush that did nothing to quell the burning heat behind my eyes. Tears, hot and unrelenting began to well up distorting the city lights in front of me into blurred smears of color. I could feel the crushing weight of it all, the suffocating expectations, the relentless struggle to be seen, to be heard, to be more than the reflection they had cast on me. And in that moment, it all became too much to bear.
I began to speak, my words hesitant as I processed the weight they carried. "Dad, it’s Selena.” My voice cracked, fragile, as if I were trying to convince myself that somehow, somewhere, he could hear me. “I don’t know if you’re watching me right now… but if you are… I’m sorry.”
I swallowed hard, my voice breaking under the weight of the confession. "I know I promised, but I’m tired of pretending I have it all together when I’m falling apart inside.” My voice wavered, barely holding steady.
I clenched my fists, anger and pain colliding inside me as the tears slipped down my cheeks. "The world doesn’t care about people like us. In their eyes we’re nothing, we’re not even real."
The wind howled louder, as if it too echoed the bitterness in my voice. I took a shaky breath, each word slipping out softer, more fragile than the last. “I spent my whole life trying to be what they wanted, trying to make myself enough for them…for you. But nothing ever changes. They look at me, and they don’t see a person, a daughter, or a human being. They see nothing. And maybe...maybe I’m nothing to myself, too.”
I stared down at the dark water below, feeling the weight of it all pulling at me, the sense of drowning under expectations and pain. My heart pounded in my chest, but even then, there was a numbness creeping in swallowing everything else whole.
"I just...don’t know what to do anymore. I don't think I have it in me to keep going."
I paused, the wind tugging at my clothes, my thoughts scattered like the mist swirling around me. A faint part of me wondered if I could go back, if I could find some other way to fix this, but another part much stronger knew that this moment, this decision, was inevitable.
I was tired. Tired of the lies. Tired of pretending I was something I wasn't. Tired of existing in a world that didn’t want me to exist at all. So without thinking, I took a step forward.
My feet left the solid ground, and for the briefest moment, there was nothing but the rush of air against my skin, the world tilting beneath me. Everything went silent, the wind no longer howling but whispering softly in my ears, as if it knew what I had decided. My body was weightless for just a second, suspended between what was and what could be.
In an instant, I hit the water. It was colder than I had imagined, a shock to my body as it collided with the surface, a violent impact that sent a sharp sting through every nerve. The water swallowed me whole, engulfing me with a force that was almost too much to comprehend. The world above me disappeared. The sounds of the city, the wind, the rush of my heartbeat—all of it was drowned out by the deep, muffled silence of the water. It was dark. Darker than anything I had ever known. The water seemed endless, pressing in from all sides, cold and suffocating as I sank deeper. The weight of it pressed against me, pulling me down, holding me in its grip, as if the very darkness itself was trying to claim me.
I kicked instinctively, but the cold, oppressive weight of the water was too strong, and my limbs felt heavy, sluggish. The deeper I went, the less strength I had, the less I cared. The water wrapped around me like a shroud, encasing me, pulling me further into its depths. My vision blurred, the faint glow of city lights above me becoming a distant memory, as the world fading away into the blackness.
Every breath, every struggle to rise, became harder and more distant. The cold began to numb me, not just my body, but my mind and my soul. The pain that had once clung to me, the bitterness, the fear, it all began to slip away. The weight of everything, every hurt, every disappointment, every regret faded, drowned by the overwhelming nothingness that surrounded me as my eyes closed for the very last time.
And then just like that, the world slipped away completely, as I was pulled into the water’s embrace until I was nothing more than a whisper lost in the depths.
Darkness. It was thick and stretching endlessly around me like a suffocating void. My head throbbed with a dull, insistent pain, my skull feeling as though it had been split open and hastily stitched back together. A wave of dizziness rolled through me, making it nearly impossible to distinguish up from down as if I were still submerged in the depths of the water.
The thought sent a jolt through me. The water. The towering bridge, the way the wind had howled in my ears, pulling at my clothes urging me forward. The exhilarating, terrifying moment my feet had left the solid ground, the sensation of weightlessness as I plummeted through the open air. And then—impact. The brutal, icy embrace of the water as it swallowed me whole, dragging me down into the abyss. I could still feel the way my lungs had burned, every desperate gasp met with nothing but silence and suffocating cold. I remembered sinking, my limbs too heavy, my vision fading into blackness.
I had died. No I should have died. So why did it feel like I hadn’t met my end.
I forced my body to move, my limbs trembling with the effort as I pushed myself upright, the dizziness still clinging to me like a thick fog. The bed beneath me was unnervingly smooth, its surface impossibly cold, the fabric unfamiliar and foreign under my fingertips. My breath came in shallow, uneven gasps as I tried to make sense of my surroundings, my eyes darting around the space trying to find even the littlest of details that could explain where I was.
The room was suffocating in its darkness, every surface from the walls to the ceiling to the floor, a deep, impenetrable black swallowing any trace of light that dared to touch it. There were no windows, no doors, no signs of life or escape. The space was entirely devoid of warmth or humanity, as though it belonged to no one existing only in the oppressive, eerie void. I couldn't even tell if this place had a purpose, or if it was merely a prison, a waiting room for something far worse.
Before I could even process what was happening, an invisible force slammed me back onto the bed, pinning me in place as though I were weightless. A rush of fear shot through me, my heart pounding furiously in my chest. My breath hitched, panic flooding my mind as I struggled against the unseen pressure, my body fighting to break free from its suffocating grip.
A figure loomed over me, dark and imposing, his presence swallowing up what little light remained in the room. His body was solid, his grip tight as he held me down with terrifying ease. My eyes widened as I took him in, the details carving themselves into my mind with razor-sharp clarity. His face was striking—unnervingly sharp features, a jawline that could cut glass, and eyes that burned a deep, unnatural crimson red with an intensity that made everything else fade into nothingness.
His hair was jet black, shaved close on the sides in an undercut, the longer strands on top slightly disheveled as if he had just stepped out of a storm. But the most haunting thing about him wasn’t his face or his piercing gaze, it was the massive, shadowy wings unfurled behind him, their darkness shifting and rippling as if they weren’t entirely made of flesh and bone.
I barely had time to react before his grip tightened, his fingers pressing mercilessly into my throat. My breath cut off instantly, a strangled gasp escaping my lips as I clawed at his wrist, my nails digging desperately into his skin. He didn’t flinch. He didn’t even seem to notice. His eyes bore into mine, burning with something deeper and far more dangerous than I could even begin to comprehend.
“How the fuck are you alive?” His voice was a low snarl, dripping with something that made my blood run cold.
“I watched you die,” he snarled, his voice thick with venom, his crimson eyes flaring with a fiery rage. “I watched you drown in front of me. So, explain to me—how the hell are you still alive?”
I bucked weakly under him, but my limbs were heavy, useless, my hands scraping futilely against his unrelenting arm. There was no escaping him. I shook my head frantically, my thoughts scattered, my mind a jumbled mess. Nothing made sense. How could this be happening? How could I be alive?
“I—I don’t know,” I stammered, struggling to keep my breathing steady, my chest still aching with every shallow intake of air. “The last thing I remember...I was drowning. I was dead. I don’t know how I’m here. I don’t..I don’t know what happened.”
And then, just as my thoughts began to fade into the blackness, he released me, pulling back with a suddenness that caught me off guard. I collapsed forward, my body curling instinctively gasping for air, every breath a jagged, painful struggle. My throat burned, raw and abused, as though I hadn’t used it in years. My hands flew to my neck, feeling the jagged imprint of his fingers still fresh against my skin, the bruises already blooming under my trembling fingertips. I coughed violently, my chest convulsing as hot tears welled up, slipping down my cheeks before I could stop them.
“W-who...who are you?” I gasped, my voice raw, barely more than a rasp. “Where... where am I?”
He didn’t respond. His eyes burned into me, a mixture of seething rage and disbelief. “Don’t bullshit me,” he spat, his voice razor-sharp. “How the fuck are you alive?”
“I-I don’t know,” I stammered, my breathing still unsteady. “I swear I don’t know.”
A tense silence settled between us, his crimson eyes locked onto mine as if searching for something—some hint of a lie, some explanation that made sense. But I had none to give. I was just as lost as he was. The muscles in his jaw tightened, the strain evident in the sharp set of his features. Behind him, his wings stirred, twitching with barely contained aggression, as if they too felt the weight of the uncertainty that hung between us. Whatever answers he sought, the fact that he couldn’t find them unsettled him more than he was willing to admit.
In a flash of violent motion, he turned and slammed his fist into the wall beside him.
A bone-shaking crack reverberated through the room.
I flinched, the impact jolting the walls with a force that felt like it might shatter everything in sight. But instead of breaking, the black surface beneath his fist seemed to bend and ripple, as though it were alive, responding to his fury.The darkness around us shuddered, like the whole room was reacting to his anger.
His head dropped forward, his forehead resting against the smooth black surface, and when he spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper. "What kind of sick joke is this?" His words were strained, thick with something that sent a cold shiver through my body. "I buried your body. I mourned your death for years. So how…how are you here?"
My breath caught in my throat. My body, rigid from fear, suddenly felt ice-cold.
Years.
I swallowed, shaking my head as if that would make his words make sense. “W-what do you mean years?” My voice was hoarse, barely steady.
At that, he turned back to me, his expression snapping from something near-broken to pure fury once again. His eyes burned as he strode toward me with purpose, his presence swallowing the distance between us in an instant.
“Don’t fuck with me Leah.” His voice was sharp, his tone edged with something dangerous.
I blinked, confusion momentarily overriding the fear pressing down on me. “For god’s sake, I told you—I don’t know how I survived! And my name isn’t Leah!” The fear that had held me paralyzed just moments ago suddenly shifted into something hotter, something angrier. I clenched my hands into fists, frustration rising in my chest. I had jumped off the bridge to escape the endless bullshit the world threw my way, hoping for a release, a chance to finally be free. And yet here I was again, trapped—still being treated like I meant nothing at all.
In the span of a breath, his hands were on my face. His grip was firm but not painful, his fingers pressing against my jaw, holding me in place. My breath hitched, my heart hammering against my ribs as he tilted my face upward, bringing it only centimeters from his own. His crimson eyes burned into mine, searching, unraveling something I couldn’t understand. His grip didn’t falter, didn’t tremble—he was utterly still, his gaze locked onto mine with an intensity that made it impossible to look away.
Then, just as suddenly as he had grabbed me, he let go. His hands fell away, his expression shifting into something void—completely unreadable. The anger, the confusion, the disbelief—all of it vanished in an instant, leaving behind only emptiness.
“You need to leave,” he said flatly.
Something inside me snapped. A fresh wave of frustration crashed through me, overpowering the lingering fear in my chest. I threw the sheets off my body, shoving them aside as I swung my legs over the edge of the bed.
Big mistake.
The moment I tried to stand, a searing pain ripped through my shoulder, so sharp and sudden that I gasped, my knees nearly buckling. My hand shot up instinctively, clutching at my upper arm as if that could somehow dull the burn.
What the hell—?
I sucked in a breath, wincing as I pressed my fingers against my skin. It felt like my arm was on fire, a deep, blistering heat sinking into my flesh, coiling beneath the surface like something alive.
A sharp inhale cut through the room. I forced myself to look up, my vision still blurred slightly from the pain. He was staring at me, completely still. But this time, there was no anger, no confusion—only horror.
His eyes were locked onto my arm, wide and unblinking, as if he had just seen a ghost. Dread curled in my stomach. Then slowly, I followed his gaze. My breath caught in my throat. A deep red and black mark had begun to spread across my shoulder, winding its way down my arm like ink bleeding into water. It looked almost like a flower, dark petals twisting into mist-like tendrils that faded into delicate, curling lines. It pulsed faintly, as if reacting to something unseen. As if it was alive.
Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, he choked out, “You’ve been marked."
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TITLE: Sailing Into Something More🧸🌹 (“𝘒𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘦 𝘊𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘠𝘰𝘶”) 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 3
“𝘈𝘯 𝘶𝘯���𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘱, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨— 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬’𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘭.”
𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 idol jk! jungkook x reader(f)reader
𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆 fluff, crushing stage, established relationship, romance, flirty, build-up, slow-burn
𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 18,127
𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 18+ MINORS DNI, alcohol consumption(drinking responsibly),kissing, soft smut?, making out
*ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚
The soft rays of sunlight peek through the curtains, gently nudging you awake. You blink against the warm glow from the morning sun filling the room. The muted sounds of the city below humming like a distant lullaby. The hotel bed feels like a cocoon of comfort, but there's a buzz of energy under your skin that pulls you out of your sleepy haze due to thoughts of Jungkook. You reach for your phone on the bedside table, the screen lighting up as you check the time-9 a.m.
Your gaze lingers on the notifications, and your heart skips when you see his name. 𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒌𝒐𝒐𝒌. You can’t help yourself but to smile. You slightly shake your head in disbelief; the feeling and knowing that Jungkook is texting you still never settling in yet. It's surreal, even now. The mere sight of his name sends a thrill coursing through you, butterflies taking flight in your stomach. His effect on you is crazy-impossible to ignore.
Tapping on the message, you read his words:
“𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙮/𝙣. 𝙄 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙖 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩'𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩. 𝙄'𝙢 𝙙𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙨 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙬, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 10.”
A small smile forms at your lips, your heart fluttering at the thought of him already thinking of you. You can feel his tone even through his message. He is so casual, so considerate, and it makes your chest tighten in the best way. You can almost hear his voice in your head, warm and inviting, and it's enough to make your pulse quicken. Sliding out of bed, you pad toward the bathroom; the cozy carpet brushing against your feet as you start your morning routine. You start off with a refreshing shower. The warm water of the shower washes over you, but your mind is elsewhere… on Jungkook. Just the mere thought that yesterday’s shower, you were getting ready for his event without him even knowing of your existence. Now you’re showering in time to talk on the phone with him. Hell, even going on a date later. The universe works in mysterious ways. You think about how easily he's already become a part of your life, the way he makes you feel so special without even trying. There's a lightness in your chest, like this connection is something out of a dream you're afraid to wake up from. As you step out of the shower, you do your usual routine. Body care, skin care, etc. You then slide into comfy lounge clothes. By the time you're ready, the clock strikes 10 a.m., and you take a steadying breath before pressing his name in your contacts. The phone rings once…,twice, and then you hear his voice.
"𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜," he says. Jungkook’s tone welcoming and smooth. Instantly the butterflies in your stomach multiply.
"𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜," you reply softly. Your voice tentative and shy. You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, biting your lip as you sit on the edge of the bed.
"𝙃𝙤𝙬'𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥?" he asks. His words warm and unhurried. You pause for a moment, trying to find the right response.
“𝙄…𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙥𝙩 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡. 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜.” You say as you try to fight off a shy smile from your face.
“𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪? 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥?”
His laugh is light and easy, it makes your chest flutter all over again.
"𝙄 𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙥𝙩 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩. 𝙄 𝙜𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙖 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙤."
You bite back a giggle as heat creeps up your cheeks. There's a tenderness in his tone that makes you feel like the only girl in the world. The conversation flows slowly, and you find yourself speaking more freely as the moments pass, though the shy nervousness never fully leaves. Everything about this feels so new, so refreshing-it's almost too perfect to be real. After the call ends, you stare at your phone for a moment, a smile playing on your lips. The idea of Jungkook picking you up at 6 for your date makes your heart flutter, but you remind yourself there's still plenty of time before then. Deciding to make the most of the day, you slip into a cute, simple outfit—an outfit that’s stylish yet gives you comfort. A little thrill of excitement bubbles inside you as you call for a Kakao taxi, determined to explore a bit before heading back to the hotel to get ready.
Your destination is “𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐦 & 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐧”, a quaint café you discovered on Instagram. The pictures promised a cozy vibe with pastel tones, blooming floral arrangements, and an airy, sunlit space. As the taxi pulls up, you're not disappointed. The café is tucked away on a quiet street, its entrance framed by cascading ivy and a charming chalkboard sign displaying the daily specials. Stepping inside, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods envelops you like a warm hug. The interior is a perfect mix of modern and whimsical-soft blush pink walls adorned with delicate gold accents, mismatched vintage chairs, and small tables with vases of fresh flowers. The hum of soft indie music fills the space, mingling with the gentle chatter of customers. Behind the counter, friendly baristas greet you with warm smiles as they bustle about, crafting intricate latte art and preparing orders. Scanning the menu, your eyes land on the strawberry latte. It’s marked as the café's seasonal specialty. You pair it with a buttery croissant, deciding to treat yourself to something light yet indulgent. As you take a seat by the window, the sun streams through, casting sunlight over your table. The first sip of the latte is pure bliss— sweet and creamy with a hint of fresh strawberry, perfectly complementing the flaky, melt-in-your-mouth croissant.
After finishing at the café, you let your feet guide you, wandering through the streets with no real destination in mind. The energy of the city feels alive, and it pulls you toward a trendy boutique “𝐕𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐭 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞”, that catches your eye. Its display window is a mix of grunge and kawaii aesthetics-bold plaid skirts, oversized graphic tees, and pastel cardigans paired with edgy accessories. Stepping inside, the vibe shifts. Neon lights bathe the store in a soft pink and purple glow, while upbeat K-pop plays in the background. Racks of clothing line the walls, organized by style, with playful signs pointing out new arrivals and bestsellers. As you browse through the selections, your fingers brush against a delicate black dress hanging on the rack. It's simple yet elegant, with a soft v-cut neckline. The dress has a flattering silhouette that immediately makes you think of your date with Jungkook. Holding it up to inspect it further, you can already picture his reaction-how his warm gaze might linger just a little longer, the corners of his mouth lifting into that signature smile. The thought makes your cheeks flush as you head to the fitting room to try it on. The dress fits perfectly, hugging your figure in all the right places, and you can't resist snapping a picture in the mirror. Wanting to capture this moment for memories.
You send a photo of your shopping bag to Jungkook after securing your purchase. You send the picture with a playful caption: “𝘽𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩.” His reply is almost immediate: “𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣’𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩.”
“𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙬𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙡 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙢𝙚. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜.” The message leaves you grinning like a fool, the anticipation for the evening growing stronger with every passing moment.
After making your purchase, you head back to the hotel, clutching the shopping bag like a secret treasure. The thought of Jungkook floods your mind, and with each passing moment, excitement blooms in your chest. This isn't just any date-it's your first official date, and you want every detail to be perfect. Back in your hotel room, you take another shower, letting the warm water soothe your nerves and build your anticipation. You set your playlist to something soft yet upbeat, the kind of songs that make you feel like the main character in a romance movie. As the music fills the room, you step out of the shower and begin the meticulous process of getting ready. Standing in front of the mirror, you carefully apply your makeup, ensuring every stroke is precise and every detail flawless. Your hands move with purpose, from blending foundation to perfecting the wing of your eyeliner. You take your time with your lips, choosing a shade that complements the black tone of your dress. When you finish, you take a step back, admiring the glow on your face and the subtle confidence that comes with it.
Next, you turn your attention to your hair. With each fluff and volume, you picture how Jungkook will react when he sees you. 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳? 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦? The thought sends a thrill through you, pushing you to make sure every strand falls just right. Finally, you slip into the dress you bought earlier, smoothing it over your figure and adjusting it until it fits perfectly. Standing in front of the full-length mirror, you can't help but admire how the soft fabric hugs your body. Your mind drifts to Jungkook again, wondering what he'll think when he sees you like this. A part of you feels nervous, but another part; one that's growing stronger-feels ready.
With a deep breath, you pick up your phone and text him: "𝙄'𝙢 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚."
His reply comes quickly, almost as if he's been waiting: "𝙊𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙮. 𝘾𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪." His words send a rush of butterflies through you and you find yourself pacing the room, trying to pass the time. You check your reflection one last time, fix a piece of your hair and spritz on a light layer of perfume, hoping it'll be subtle but memorable.
When you get the notification that he's outside, your heart skips a beat. You take the elevator ride down to the hotel lobby. Butterflies, nervousness, and excitement flood through you. As you peek out of the hotel lobby, you spot his sleek black Mercedes Benz GT63S glistening under the evening lights. Taking a steadying breath, you walk outside; your heels clicking softly against the pavement.
As you approach the car, Jungkook steps out, and the sight of him takes your breath away. He's dressed in a black button-up shirt that's slightly undone, revealing just enough of his chest to make your cheeks flush. A silver chain gleams against his skin, complementing the edgy silver belt chain hanging on his side. His black dress pants fit him perfectly, and his chunky platform shoes add an extra layer of cool confidence. His hair looks soft, styled effortlessly, and his tattoos peek out from under his sleeves, adding that signature spice to his look.
Before you can say a word, his lips part, and his voice, low and smooth, reaches you.
"𝙒𝙤𝙬…𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙖𝙗𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙪𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮/𝙣.” he says, his gaze sweeping over you with a mixture of awe and admiration. His tone is sincere, his expression soft yet intense, like he's taking in every detail and committing it to memory. A shy smile tugs at your lips as you find your voice.
"𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙨𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙅𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙤𝙤𝙠.” You say, your words light and laced with genuine admiration. He opens the passenger door for you, and you slip into the car, the plush leather cool against your skin.
As he closes the door and walks around to the driver's side, you can't help but steal a glance at him through the window. There's something about the way he moves-confident but unassuming-that makes your chest tighten.
When he settles into the driver's seat, his hand rests casually on the steering wheel, his other adjusting the rearview mirror. His body language is relaxed, but there's a quiet energy about him, like he's as eager for this evening as you are. As he turns to look at you, a small, almost shy smile plays on his lips.
"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩?" he asks, his tone warm, with just a hint of mischief.
You nod, your voice soft but steady. "𝙄'𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜."
And with that, the car glides smoothly into the night, the city lights reflecting off the windows as you both head toward what promises to be an unforgettable evening.
Jungkook and you finally arrive at the destination. As the car glides into the restaurant’s driveway, you take in the sight of the tall, luxurious building before you. Its sleek, modern design glistens under the soft glow of the evening lights. You notice the valet attendants dressed sharply in black and white, move efficiently between arriving vehicles. Jungkook brings the vehicle to a smooth stop. He gives you a charming smile before stepping out. You can tell there’s a play of mischief in his eyes, as if he’s so eager to surprise you with what he has in store for the evening. Before you can reach for the door handle, Jungkook is already there, pulling it open with a smooth, effortless motion. The gesture catches you off guard, and a warm feeling spreads through you. You step out of the car, smiling up at him; meeting his eyes. "𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙅𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙤𝙤𝙠," you say sweetly, your voice tinged with gratitude and a touch of shyness.He smiles back. A faint dimple appearing on his cheek. "𝙊𝙛 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚," he replies, his tone gentle, as though this small act was second nature to him.
Jungkook places his hand lightly on the small of your back, guiding you toward the grand entrance of the building. The moment you both step inside, you’re struck by the sheer elegance of the place. Your eyes widen as you take in the polished marble floors that gleam under the glow of crystal chandeliers. The air smells faintly of roses and something sweet-perhaps vanilla-and soft classical music plays in the background, adding a sophisticated charm. The restaurant is bustling, but it doesn't feel chaotic. Well-dressed patrons chat in hushed tones, their laughter mingling with the gentle clinking of glasses and silverware. The waitstaff, dressed impeccably in tailored uniforms, move gracefully between tables, balancing plates of beautifully arranged dishes. Everything about this place feels refined, from the ornate gold accents lining the walls to the cascading floral arrangements decorating each table.
You glance at Jungkook, your curiosity bubbling. "𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚?" You ask, your voice filled with anticipation and interest.
“𝙃𝙢𝙢𝙢…𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙚𝙚.” he says, his tone laced with a teasing playful mystery. He steps forward, approaching the host stand with quiet confidence. "𝙍𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙅𝙚𝙤𝙣," he says smoothly. The host nods, quickly confirming the details, and gestures for you both to follow.
Jungkook takes the lead, and you trail behind, still marveling at your surroundings. As you both weave through the main dining area, you notice the atmosphere growing quieter; more intimate. When the host stops in front of a set of frosted glass doors, your heart skips a beat. He pushes them open, revealing a private dining room, and you freeze in awe. The space is breathtaking. Dim lighting bathes the room in a warm, golden glow, and a vase of fresh red roses sits in the center of the table, their fragrance subtle but romantic. A small personal bar stands to one side, stocked with an array of fine wines and spirits, while the walls are lined with soft velvet drapes that give the room a cozy yet elegant feel. The table is set with pristine white linens and glimmering silverware, and the overall ambience exudes intimacy and sophistication.
Your breath catches as you take it all in. "𝙅𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙤𝙤𝙠... 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜.” You say as your voice trembles slightly with emotion. You turn to him, your eyes shining with gratitude.
“𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚..”
He smiles softly, his gaze warm and steady, taking in your words and gratitude.
“𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙮/𝙣.” he says, his voice low and sincere.
“𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙮.”
Your chest tightens at his words, and you feel a rush of emotion that you can't quite put into words. You take a step closer to Jungkook. Tightening the small space between you both. “𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙄 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙’𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙.” You manage to say. Your voice is soft-spoken, almost like a whisper. “𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝, 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙮.”
His lips curl into a satisfied but charming smile. He gestures toward the table.
“𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙚?”
You nod, taking a seat as he pulls out the chair for you. As you settle in, you let your eyes wander around the room again, absorbing every detail of the setting.
When you finally glance across the table, you find Jungkook already looking at you.
"𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩?" You ask as your cheeks start to heat under his burning but steady gaze.
"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠... 𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙯𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙎𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡." he says simply. His voice quiet but full of meaning.
You bite your lip, feeling your heart flutter at his words.
“𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚. 𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙥𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩..”
You reply shyly. You try to keep your tone light, though the sincerity in his compliment leaves you breathless.
As the moment lingers, you realize how much thought and care Jungkook has put into tonight, and it makes your heart swell with warmth. You can't help but wonder what other surprises he has in store tonight.
The large menu feels like a book in your hands, its glossy pages filled with pictures of exquisite dishes and elegant descriptions. You glance at the sections for entrees, appetizers, wines, and desserts, each more tempting than the last. Jungkook sits across from you, his brows slightly furrowed in concentration as he studies the options. His eyebrow piercing glistens in the lighting. His lips press into a thoughtful line, and you can't help but admire how effortlessly captivating he looks, even in such a mundane moment. Before you can get lost in your thoughts, the waiter approaches your table, greeting you both with a polite smile. "𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙃𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙯𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩?" Jungkook looks up, his expression shifting to one of calm confidence. You both had already discussed your choices, and he smoothly places the order. "𝙒𝙚'𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙡𝙞𝙢𝙚," he says, his voice steady and clear. "𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙯𝙚𝙧𝙨, 𝙬𝙚'𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙝 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙠𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙥."
As he speaks, you watch him closely. There's something mesmerizing about the way he carries himself-calm, composed, yet entirely attentive. His hand gestures subtly as he speaks, and his tone is respectful but firm. It's such a small moment, but it leaves you feeling warm, like you’re getting a glimpse of the man he truly is. The waiter scribbles down the order and assures you both that it will be out shortly before disappearing into the kitchen. With the menu set aside, Jungkook leans back slightly, his posture relaxed but still elegant. "𝙎𝙤," he says, a playful glint in his eyes, "𝙝𝙤𝙬'𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙎𝙚𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤 𝙛𝙖𝙧?" You giggle softly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "𝙄'𝙙 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙩𝙤 𝙖 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩," you reply, meeting his gaze. "𝙏𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙧 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚." He grins, the dimple in his cheek making a brief appearance. “𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙. 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙚𝙭𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧."
The conversation flows easily as you both chat about everything and nothing. You talk about how beautiful the city looks at night, your impressions of Seoul so far, and even share a laugh over a quirky story about Jungkook’s first time eating calamari. When the waiter returns with your drinks and appetizers, the enticing aroma fills the room. The calamari is golden and crispy, paired with a small bowl of marinara sauce, while the bread is warm, the artichoke dip bubbling slightly from being freshly baked. "𝙎𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙯𝙞𝙣𝙜," you say as your mouth begins to water. Jungkook nods, picking up his fork. "𝙇𝙚𝙩'𝙨 𝙙𝙞𝙜 𝙞𝙣." The first bite of calamari is heavenly-the batter is light and crispy, while the squid is tender and perfectly cooked. You can't help but let out a soft hum of appreciation. "𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙," you say, your eyes widening as you go for another piece. Jungkook chuckles, nodding in agreement. "𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩," he says, his tone slightly more casual now as he enjoys the food. His smile grows when he sees how much you’re savoring it. “𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩."
You both alternate between bites of calamari and dipping the warm bread into the creamy artichoke dip, sharing small reactions and compliments about the food. The easy banter continues as you talk about what you’ll both order for your entrees. When the waiter returns, Jungkook confidently places the orders. "𝙎𝙝𝙚'𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘾𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙎𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙞, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙜𝙤 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙍𝙞𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙞 𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙖 𝙑𝙤𝙙𝙠𝙖." You glance at him with a soft smile. "𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨," you tease lightly. He chuckles, shaking his head. "𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙧𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚." As you wait for the entrees, the conversation between you both deepens. Jungkook shares stories about Seoul, his favorite places to unwind, and even a bit about the creative process behind his music. You open up about your favorite styles of clothing, which leads to a shared laugh about some of you and Jungkook’s most questionable fashion choices in the past.
Talking to him feels so natural, yet every word carries a spark of excitement. Your chemistry is undeniable, the playful teasing and genuine curiosity about each other blending seamlessly. Jungkook's body language is relaxed but engaged—he leans forward slightly when he's listening, his hands gesturing animatedly when he speaks. When your entrees finally arrive, the waiter places them down with a flourish. The Chicken and Spinach Manicotti is beautifully plated, the creamy sauce glistening under the soft lighting, while Jungkook's Rigatoni alla Vodka is a vibrant shade of red, topped with fresh basil and a dusting of Parmesan. "𝙇𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙖𝙩," you joke, though your stomach is already growling in anticipation. Jungkook chuckles. "𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙮𝙤𝙪." Before you dig in, he smiles and says softly, "𝙀𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡."
“𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤𝙤," you reply. Your voice warm as you pick up your fork. As you continue eating, Jungkook suddenly glances at you with a small smile. "𝘿𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙖?" he asks, his voice gentle yet playful. You blink, a little surprised by the offer, but you nod. "𝙎𝙪𝙧𝙚," you reply softly, setting your fork down. Instead of sliding his plate toward you, Jungkook picks up his fork, twirling a bite-sized portion of Rigatoni alla Vodka onto it. He holds the fork out toward you, his expression teasing but kind. "𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙚," he says, his voice low. "𝙇𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪." Your eyes widen slightly, heat rushing to your cheeks. "𝙊𝙝-" you start, hesitating for a moment, but the warm encouragement in his gaze pushes you to lean forward. As you take the bite from his fork, the world around you both seems to fade. Your lips close over the fork, and for a moment, your eyes lock. The rich, creamy flavors of the pasta hit your tongue, but all you can focus on is the intensity in his gaze, the way he's watching you so intently. Your mind races. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦. 𝘐𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴?
You chew slowly, savoring the taste of the pasta and the moment itself. "𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨...𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙," you say, your voice softer than you expected. Jungkook grins, his dimple appearing. "𝙏𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪," he replies, setting his fork down. The rest of the meal continues with you both savoring every bite, sharing occasional glances and light conversation. By the time you finish, your heart feels full-not just from the food but from the connection you and Jungkook shared. When Jungkook calls over the waiter to settle the bill, he moves with such ease and confidence, handling everything seamlessly. As you stand to leave, he steps beside you, his hand lightly grazing the small of your back as he guides you out of the private dining area. The subtle gesture sends a wave of warmth through you, leaving you smiling softly to yourself. Outside, the cool evening air greets you and Jungkook as you step out of the restaurant. Jungkook's car is already waiting, gleaming under the soft glow of the valet lights. Without missing a beat, he steps ahead to open the passenger door for you.
"𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪," you say, meeting his eyes briefly. His smile feels like a quiet reassurance, and you slide into the car, feeling a flutter of warmth in your chest. As Jungkook joins you in the car, he glances at you with a playful expression. "𝙎𝙤," he begins, starting the engine, "𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙣." Your curiosity piques immediately. "𝙁𝙪𝙣? 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙪𝙣?" You ask, tilting your head. He smirks, keeping his eyes on the road. "𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙚𝙚." You try to tease it out of him during the drive, throwing out guesses ranging from karaoke to a theme park, but he doesn't budge. "𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤 𝙛𝙪𝙣," you tease, crossing your arms dramatically. He laughs softly, the sound deep and comforting. "𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙢𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧," he replies, glancing at you briefly with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. As he drives, you can't help but admire him. His hands rest confidently on the wheel, his focus steady, yet there's a calmness about him that feels magnetic. The city lights reflect off his profile, highlighting his sharp jawline; drawing attention to his lip ring. Your heart flutters again. 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦, 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭?
When you arrive at the destination, Jungkook parks the car in a large underground parking garage. You glance around, curiosity bubbling inside of you.
“𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣’𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙨.” You say, unable to hide the excitement in your voice.
“𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣’𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡..” Jungkook sasy as he steps out of the car. You both walk toward an entrance, and as the building comes into view, your eyes widen in awe. It's a massive four-floor arcade, its bright neon lights glowing even from a distance.
"𝙅𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙤𝙤𝙠,” you gasp, your voice filled with excitement.
"𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙯𝙞𝙣𝙜!"
He grins, clearly pleased by your reaction. "𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩," he says, his tone light and affectionate. You glance at him, your smile growing wider. "𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩? 𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮!" His laughter is soft, and his gaze lingers on you for a moment before he gestures toward the entrance. "𝙇𝙚𝙩'𝙨 𝙜𝙤," he says, leading the way.
As Jungkook and you step into the arcade, you’re instantly overwhelmed by the vibrant energy around you both. The air is alive with the sounds of laughter, the whirring of machines, and the rhythmic beeping of games. Neon lights pulse from every corner, reflecting off glossy floors, while the occasional cheer rises after the”ding” when someone wins a game. The scent of buttery popcorn and sweet cotton candy drifts through the air, making the entire place feel like a technicolor dream.
"𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩?" Jungkook asks, his voice light with excitement.
You glance around, your eyes darting between the flashing screens and colorful attractions before pointing to a zombie shooting game tucked in the corner. "𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙚,"
you say, grinning. "𝙇𝙚𝙩'𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙚."
Jungkook chuckles, walking over to a kiosk to purchase a game card. You trail behind him, watching as he swipes his card and glances back at you with a smirk.
"𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛?”
As you both approach the zombie game, you glance at him playfully. "𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬, 𝙡'𝙢 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚. 𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙪𝙥, 𝙡'𝙢 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙. 𝙎𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙩, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬?"
His eyes widen in mock offense, his hand clutching his chest dramatically.
"𝙇𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙? 𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙬𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙢!"
"𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙯𝙤𝙢𝙗𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙫𝙤𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙙.” You tease, grabbing the plastic gun controller.
The game starts and the screen lights up with waves of undead creatures shambling toward you and Jungkook. You focus, taking down zombies with precision, occasionally sneaking glances at Jungkook as he fumbles with his aim. "𝘼𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙧𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜?" You tease, laughing as you shoot down another group. He grins, shaking his head.
"𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨. 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙄'𝙢 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚."
By the end of the game, you and Jungkook managed to win, the screen flashing with a congratulatory "𝘔𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦!" You let out a triumphant cheer, turning to Jungkook with a playful smirk.
"𝙎𝙚𝙚? 𝙏𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙."
He shakes his head, his laughter warm.
"𝘼𝙡𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩. 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙙𝙢𝙞𝙩, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙨. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚, 𝙄'𝙢 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙙."
As you both wander through the arcade, you come across an area lined with carnival-style games. Your eyes catch on a massive plushie hanging above a dart-throwing booth. It's ridiculously cute, with oversized eyes and soft pastel colors. Jungkook must notice the way your gaze lingers because he steps forward without a word, his expression shifting to one of quiet determination.
"𝙒𝙖𝙞𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚," he says, his voice calm but confident.
You watch as he hands over the game card to the attendant and picks up the darts, his posture relaxed yet focused. He lines up his first shot, his brow furrowing slightly in concentration. There's a quiet precision to the way he moves, and you can't help but admire the subtle grace in his actions. With each throw, he gets closer to the target. You find yourself holding your breath; your hands clasped in anticipation. When his final dart lands squarely in the bullseye, the attendant claps and hands him the prize-the giant plushie you have been eyeing.
Jungkook turns to you, a proud grin on his face as he approaches with the plushie in hand.
"𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪," he says simply, holding it out to you.
Your heart skips a beat, warmth flooding your chest.
"𝙅𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙤𝙤𝙠..." you say softly, reaching out to take the plushie.
It's even bigger up close, and you have to wrap both arms around it to hold it properly.
He tilts his head slightly, his dimple appearing as his smile softens.
"𝙄 𝙨𝙖𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙩," he says, his tone casual but his gaze full of affection.
You laugh softly, your cheeks flushing.
"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚.”
Jungkook shrugs, his hands slipping into his pockets as he leans slightly closer.
"𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙗𝙞𝙜 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙡," he says, his voice low and teasing. “𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙣𝙤 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩."
You hug the plushie tighter, your heart fluttering. "𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙄 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙩," you murmur, glancing up at him. For a moment, you and Jungkook just stand there. The sounds of the arcade fading into the background as his gaze holds yours. There's something so easy, yet so electric, about the way he looks at you.
As Jungkook looks at you, his dark eyes glimmer under the arcade's neon lights, and you feel your breath hitch. There's an intensity in the way he gazes at you-soft yet captivating-like you’re the only person in the room worth paying attention to. Your thoughts race as you try to process the moment.
𝘋𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭? 𝘋𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘐'𝘮 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵? You can feel your cheeks flush and your heart pounds in your chest.
Jungkook's body language is relaxed yet deliberate. His shoulders are slightly tilted toward you, his hands casually tucked into his pockets as if he's perfectly at ease. But there's a hint of something deeper in his expression, like he's savoring this quiet moment between you. Tonight feels so perfect, so sweet-almost surreal. You both shake off the moment with shared giggles and dive back into the lively chaos of the arcade. The next few hours are filled with games, playful banter, and shared smiles. Jungkook insists on carrying the giant plushie everywhere you go, the sight of him lugging it around earning a few amused glances from other patrons.
You both try your luck at a claw machine, where Jungkook confidently claims he'll win a smaller plushie to match yours, only to fail miserably. "𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙙," he says with a mock pout, crossing his arms like a sulking kid. You laugh, nudging his arm.
"𝙊𝙧 𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙚," you tease.
Your vibe together feels so natural, so easy. You compete at racing games, cheering and shouting like kids, and then slow things down with a game of skee-ball. In between, you chat about everything. Your favorite childhood games, arcade memories, and even random quirks about yourselves. Each laugh you share feels like another piece of a puzzle falling perfectly into place.
As the night stretches on, you find yourselves sitting side by side at an air hockey table.
"𝙇𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩," Jungkook announces, his grin mischievous.
"𝙒𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨."
"𝘽𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨? 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙞𝙩?" You challenge, raising a brow.
“𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙚," he says, leaning in slightly. "𝙒𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙩."
You feel your stomach flip at the word 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞. 𝘏𝘦’𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘴? You think to yourself. You nod, determined to win. By the time the puck hits the back of your goal for the fifth time, Jungkook throws his hands in the air, victorious. "𝙂𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙚 𝙜𝙤 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩," he teases, winking at you. Almost three hours later, it's time to leave. As you step outside into the cool night air, the reality of the evening starts to settle in. Jungkook carries the giant plushie with ease, placing it in the backseat of his car before opening the passenger door for you. In the car, a quiet calm falls over you both. The laughter and energy of the arcade are behind you, but something warmer lingers in the air. You glance at Jungkook as he starts the car, the soft glow of the dashboard lights highlighting his skin. There's an unspoken tension between you both-not awkward, but charged with emotion. Your heart feels full, and yet there's a longing you can't quite explain. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘥, you think to yourself as your fingers absentmindedly play with the hem of your dress.
Jungkook glances at you briefly as he drives, a small smile on his face. "𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬," he says, his voice low and soothing, "𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩."
You look at him, curious. "𝙊𝙝? 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙗𝙚?"
He chuckles, shaking his head. "𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙚. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙩 𝙄 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪.”
You groan playfully, trying to coax more details out of him, but he stays firm, leaving you guessing. As Jungkook drives through the quiet streets, you steal glances at him, admiring the way his hands grip the wheel, the way his jaw tenses slightly as he focuses on the road.
𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘴𝘰 𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵?
The plushie in the backseat serves as a reminder of the night you’ve shared, and you can't help but smile. For the first time in a long while, everything feels so right, so easy and you find yourself wishing for more moments like this.
As Jungkook and you drive through the shimmering city lights of Seoul, you feel a pang deep in your chest. The vibrant streets seem almost melancholic now, knowing this magical night is coming to an end. You glance at Jungkook as he navigates the quiet streets, his hand resting casually on the wheel. You wonder if he feels the same ache. The thought of leaving tomorrow, departing from Korea and from him feels unbearable. It's too soon. 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯? 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺? You say to yourself. The car slows as you approach the hotel, and you feel your heart tighten further. Jungkook parks and turns off the engine, but neither of you move. His hands linger on the steering wheel for a moment before he finally looks at you. His expression soft but unreadable. His body language is quieter now, his usual playful confidence replaced by something more subdued, almost hesitant. "𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙣𝙙," you admit. He smiles faintly, his gaze searching yours. "𝙉𝙚𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙤 𝙄," he replies, his voice low and filled with unspoken emotion.
You and Jungkook talk about tonight. How magical it was-how everything from the dinner to the arcade felt like a dream. But even as you both speak, the tension between you grows; heavy with the knowledge that this moment will soon become a memory.
"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙪𝙣𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚," you say as your voice trembles slightly.
"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙪𝙣𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙤," he responds, his eyes locking with yours. The intensity of his gaze making your breath hitch.
Jungkook insists on walking you up to your room, carrying the giant plushie he won for you earlier. As you step into the elevator, the air between you both feels electric yet unbearably fragile. Neither of you speak but you can feel the weight of his presence beside you, the way his shoulder brushes against yours. When you reach the hotel door, the reality of your impending goodbye crashes down on you. This moment feels too familiar-the longing, the hesitation, the unwillingness to part. You turn to face him, your hand resting lightly on the door handle. He's standing so close, mere inches separating you and you can see the faintest hint of sadness in his eyes.
Without a word, Jungkook pulls you into a hug, wrapping his arms around you tightly. As if he's trying to memorize the feel of you against him. You close your eyes, inhaling his scent-a mix of cologne and something uniquely him-and you hold on just as tightly. You can feel his chin resting lightly on your shoulder, the way his hands press gently against your back. It's comforting and heartbreaking all at once. When you both finally pull away, he looks down at you. His gaze soft but heavy with emotion. “𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩”, he says quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. "𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙅𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙤𝙤𝙠”, you reply. Your voice thick with emotion. He opens the door for you, stepping aside as you walk in. You glance back at him one last time before the door closes, the weight of your goodbye settling over you like a heavy blanket. Inside the room, you feel the emptiness of his absence immediately. You lean against the door trying to steady your breathing but the ache in your chest refuses to fade. You begin organizing your belongings for tomorrow's flight. Your mind is consumed by thoughts of him-his smile, his touch, the way he looked at you tonight.
As you settle into bed, your phone buzzes. It's a text from Jungkook.
𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤: 𝘾𝙖𝙣 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪? 𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥?"
Your heart swells, and you reply instantly.
𝐘𝐨𝐮: "𝙊𝙛 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚."
Moments later your phone rings, and his voice fills the quiet room. You both talk softly about your flight tomorrow and about when you’ll see each other again. The uncertainty of it all weighs heavily on you both.
"𝙄'𝙢 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙬," he says, his voice tinged with regret. "𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙄 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙."
"𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙮.” You reassure him, trying to sound stronger than you feel. "𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙, 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙮 𝙗𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙘 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙯𝙯𝙞 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙬𝙖𝙮."
He chuckles softly. "𝙈𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙄 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚."
The conversation drifts into lighter topics, and you find yourself smiling again, even as your heart aches. Soon, the exhaustion of the day begins to take over.
"𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙅𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙤𝙤𝙠.” You say softly, your eyes beginning to grow heavy.
“𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩” he replies. His voice warm and comforting. "𝙎𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡."
As the call ends, you lay there staring at the ceiling. The ache in your chest mingling with the warmth of his words.𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘣𝘺𝘦. You tell yourself. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺. The soft chime of your phone pulls you from sleep and you reach for it groggily; squinting at the screen. Jungkook had already hung up during the night, but he left you a message to wake up to.
𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤: 𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡. 𝙄 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙥𝙩 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡. 𝙃𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙖𝙛𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙙𝙖𝙮. 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝.
Your chest tightens as you read his words. You type back a reply, smiling softly to yourself as you imagine him waking up and reading it.
𝐘𝐨𝐮: 𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚. 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩. 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤𝙤... 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬.
It's 9 a.m., and your flight back home looms at 1 p.m. The thought weighs heavily on you as you step into the shower. The warm water flows over you. Your mind races, replaying every moment from last night-the way Jungkook looked at you, the warmth of his hug, the way his voice sounded when he said goodbye. 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯? 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦? There's a bittersweet ache in your chest as you think about leaving him behind. Part of you wonders when-or if-you’ll see him again. But you shake the thought away, focusing instead on how grateful you are for these memories. After showering, you meticulously pack your belongings, double-checking every corner of the room to make sure you haven't left anything behind.
Before heading out, you send Jungkook a quick text.
𝐘𝐨𝐮: 𝙄'𝙢 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙡 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩.
Moments later, his reply comes through.
𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤: 𝙊𝙠𝙖𝙮. 𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩. 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙮𝙤𝙪.
You glance around the room one last time before stepping out. As you reach the hotel lobby, you make your way to the reception desk; handing over your key. You then book a Kakao taxi to the airport. The car ride feels quiet, the silence only broken by the hum of the engine and the soft sounds of the city waking up around you. You gaze out the window, watching Seoul pass by; your heart heavy with the thought of leaving. The city has given you so much. It feels like a piece of you will stay here... with him. When you arrive at the airport,the bustling atmosphere pulls you from your thoughts. Travelers hurry past with suitcases in tow, announcements echo overhead, and the scent of coffee and baked goods wafts through the air. You pause for a moment, taking it all in, before pulling out your phone to text Jungkook.
𝐘𝐨𝐮: 𝙄 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩. 𝘼𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙘𝙠 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙪𝙜𝙜𝙖𝙜𝙚.
His response comes quickly.
𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤: 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬. 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙄 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙚.
After checking in your luggage and making your way through security, you find your departure gate and settle into a seat by the window. The ache in your chest deepens as you dial Jungkook's number.
He picks up almost immediately. "𝙃𝙚𝙮," he says softly, his voice warm and familiar.
"𝙃𝙞.” You reply, your voice soft and sweet.
"𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜?" he asks, concern evident in his tone.
You take a deep breath. "𝙃𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙡𝙮... 𝙄'𝙢 𝙩𝙧𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙧𝙮 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩."
There's a soft chuckle on the other end, but you can hear the emotion in his voice.
"𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙤𝙤," he says, trying to lighten the mood.
"𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨. 𝙒𝙚'𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣. 𝙄 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚."
"𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬," you whisper, though the uncertainty of when makes the promise feel bittersweet.
"𝙄 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩... 𝙄'𝙢 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝." You found yourself a little shocked to admit it, but it was how you felt truthfully.
"𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤𝙤," he replies, his voice quieter now.
"𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙙𝙖𝙮."
You both talk for a while longer, reminiscing about last night and all the little moments that made it so special. The conversation is light at times, filled with laughter, but beneath it all is an undercurrent of sadness.
"𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙛𝙛," he says suddenly, the regret clear in his tone. "𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙮," you reassure him."𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙'𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙯𝙯𝙞 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨. 𝙋𝙡𝙪𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙𝙪𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙬, 𝙨𝙤 𝙄 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙."
There's a pause, and then he says, "𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩... 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙. 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙛𝙚."
"𝙄 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚" you say, smiling despite the sadness overwhelming your heart.
As the boarding announcement comes over the speakers, you reluctantly say your goodbyes.
"𝙏𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛," he says softly.
"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤𝙤," you reply. "𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙗𝙮𝙚, 𝙅𝙪𝙣����𝙠𝙤𝙤𝙠."
"𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙗𝙮𝙚, 𝙮/𝙣," he says, his voice lingering in your ears even after the call ends.
As you sit there, clutching your phone, you take a deep breath and remind yourself that this isn't the end. Not really.
The boarding announcement echoes through the terminal, and you feel a pang in your chest as passengers begin to form a line. The atmosphere is a mix of quiet anticipation and subtle chaos— families huddled together, travelers fumbling with boarding passes, and the soft murmur of conversations blending with the hum of the airport. You step into the line, your heart heavy with the reality of leaving. It feels surreal, like you're caught between two worlds-one you're leaving behind and one you're returning to. As you make your way onto the plane and find your seat, everything feels mechanical. The flight attendants go over safety procedures, and the pilot introduces himself over the intercom. You barely register the words, your mind drifting to Jungkook. His smile, his laugh, the way he looked at you last night-it's all you can think about. As the plane takes off, the city below fades into a sea of clouds, and a bittersweet ache fills your chest. You wonder if he's thinking about you right now, too, and the thought brings a small, fleeting smile to your lips. After what feels like an eternity; the plane lands, and you step into the familiarity of home. The airport feels colder, less vibrant than the one you left in Seoul. You head to the luggage carousel, the exhaustion of the journey weighing on you. But even in your fatigue your first instinct is to reach for your phone and text Jungkook. His response comes almost immediately, surprising you.
𝐘𝐨𝐮: 𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙖𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙮. 𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬. 𝙈𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮.
𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤: 𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙛𝙚. 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨. 𝙍𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡, 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚. 𝙒𝙚'𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙣.
A soft warmth spreads through you as you read his words, his care and affection shining through despite the distance and time difference.
𝑻𝒘𝒐 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓…
Two months pass, and life moves forward. You throw yourself into work, hobbies, and spending time with friends and family, but Jungkook remains a constant presence in your life. The two of you text throughout the day, sharing pictures and videos, and set aside specific times for video chats despite your busy schedules. At first, your conversations are lighthearted and playful, full of banter and inside jokes. But over time, they grow more intimate. Sweet compliments and flirtatious remarks become more frequent, and the bond between you deepens with each call. It's clear that feelings have grown on both sides, and the distance only seems to amplify the longing you feel for one another.
One night during one of your scheduled video chats, Jungkook brings up the idea of seeing you again. His voice is soft, almost hesitant, as if he's been thinking about this for a while but wasn't sure how to ask.
"𝙄'𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙𝙪𝙡𝙚," he begins, his eyes meeting yours through the screen. "𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙝 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚. 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜... 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙎𝙚𝙤𝙪𝙡? 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜." The words catch you off guard, your heart skipping a beat. You've missed him more than you can put into words, and the thought of being with him again feels almost too good to be true. "𝘼𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨?"you ask, your voice tinged with disbelief but laced with excitement.
He laughs, nodding. "𝙊𝙛 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚 𝙡'𝙢 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨. 𝙄 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣, 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙪𝙨."
A rush of emotions washes over you-joy, relief, anticipation. "𝙔𝙚𝙨," you say without hesitation, a wide smile spreading across your face. "𝙄'𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤." Jungkook's expression softens, a look of pure happiness in his eyes. "𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙙. 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨. 𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚." The two of you spend the rest of the call talking about the trip, your excitement bubbling over as you imagine what it will be like to see him again. As the call ends, you feel a renewed sense of hope and happiness, knowing that soon, the distance between you will finally disappear.
A week drags by, you’re filled with anticipation because your trip to Seoul,Korea is tomorrow. The thought of being with Jungkook sends a rush of emotions and a thrill through you. You’ve never felt this feeling before. The next day is your flight to Korea. After showering, getting dressed, and securing all your belongings. You make way to the airport.
As you sit at the gate waiting to board your flight, you send Jungkook a quick text.
𝐘𝐨𝐮: ”𝘽𝙤𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙬! 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙣.”
His response comes within seconds, as if he had been waiting for your message.
𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤: ”𝙎𝙖𝙛𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙨, 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚. 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙄'𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝.”
His words make your heart flutter and you can almost hear his voice saying them. You clutch your phone to your chest for a moment, taking in the warmth of his affection. He's waiting for you on the other side of this journey, and the thought fills you with a mix of nervousness and excitement. As you board the plane, you find your seat and settle in. The hum of the engines fades into the background as your thoughts drift to Jungkook. It feels surreal knowing you'll see him again soon-not through a screen, but in person. You think about his smile, the way he looks at you, the sound of his laugh. The longing that's built up over the past two and a half months feels almost unbearable now, but it's laced with the sweet anticipation of reuniting.
When the plane lands in Seoul, a rush of emotions overwhelms you. The moment the city comes into view, a sense of familiarity and excitement washes over you. This time, being in Seoul feels different-it's not just about the city; it's about him. You take a deep breath as you disembark, your heart racing with every step. You pull out your phone and call Jungkook, your voice trembling slightly with excitement.
"𝙄'𝙢 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚," you say softly.
"𝙄'𝙢 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙪𝙥," he replies, his voice warm and steady.
"𝙄'𝙢 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚."
The realization hits you like a wave-he's here. No taxi, no driver. Jungkook himself came to pick you up. Your chest tightens with emotion, a mixture of disbelief and joy. It's such a simple gesture, yet it means everything. After hanging up, you pause for a moment, leaning against a wall to steady yourself. The thought of seeing him again, of being close enough to touch him, makes your stomach flutter with nerves. You head to the nearest bathroom to freshen up, taking a moment to check your reflection and smooth out any imperfections. Your heart pounds as you adjust your hair and swipe on a touch of lip gloss, wanting to look your best when you see him.
With your luggage in hand, you make your way to the airport exit. The automatic doors slide open, and the cool Seoul air greets you. Your eyes scan the row of cars until they land on him. There he is, leaning casually against his car. He’s dressed effortlessly in a black hoodie and jeans, yet looking like he stepped out of a magazine. The sight of him takes your breath away. Jungkook's eyes meet yours, and a slow, heart-stopping smile spreads across his face. He straightens up and waves, his excitement mirroring your own. As you approach, the world seems to fade away, leaving only the two of you. As you approach Jungkook, your heart races, and a soft smile spreads across your face. He steps forward, closing the distance between you, his arms opening slightly as if they were always meant to welcome you.
"𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚," he says, his voice soft yet full of emotion. His eyes scan your face as if memorizing every detail. "𝙄'𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝."
His body language is warm and inviting, his posture relaxed but eager. You feel the intensity of his gaze, and it makes your cheeks flush.
Without hesitation, you step into his embrace. His arms wrap around you tightly, pulling you close as if he's afraid you'll disappear. The hug is firm, comforting, and lingers just long enough to make your heart flutter. You can feel his warmth, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against yours.
"𝙄 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤𝙤," you whisper, your voice slightly muffled against his chest. You take in his scent— fresh and familiar-and it feels like coming home.
After a moment, he pulls back just enough to look at you, his hands still resting gently on your shoulders. "𝙇𝙚𝙩'𝙨 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙙," he says with a soft smile, gesturing toward the car. Jungkook opens the passenger door for you, a small but thoughtful gesture that he always does, never failing to make your heart swell. He moves to the trunk, lifting your luggage with ease and carefully placing it inside. As you settle into the passenger seat, you feel a mixture of emotions-relief, excitement, and a nervous energy buzzing beneath the surface. You glance over at Jungkook as he slides into the driver's seat, his face glowing with a subtle smile. "𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚?" he asks, turning to you briefly, his eyes warm and attentive. You nod, your lips curving into a soft smile. "𝙑𝙚𝙧𝙮."
As the car pulls away from the airport, you notice Jungkook's hands gripping the steering wheel just a little tighter than usual. His expression is calm, but there's a hint of nervousness in his demeanor—like he's building up the courage to say something. Finally, he glances at you, his lips twitching into a sheepish smile.
"𝙎𝙤, 𝙪𝙢... 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜," he begins, his voice slightly hesitant, "𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩 𝙖 𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚, 𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮 𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚?" Your eyes widen slightly in surprise, and he quickly adds, "𝙊𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙩. 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙙 𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚, 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙖 𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙡 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙣𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙢." The sincerity in his tone and the way he looks at you, waiting for your response, makes your heart ache in the best way. You can tell he's trying to make you feel at ease. You smile, the idea of staying at his house making you feel both nervous and excited. "𝙄'𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮 𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚," you reply, your voice steady but warm. His face lights up instantly, the nervousness melting away into a bright smile. "𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮? 𝙄 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙡'𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚.”
As he continues driving, you glance out the window, your thoughts swirling. Staying at his house feels like such an intimate step, a chance to be closer to him in ways you hadn't before. It's a little nerve-wracking, but it also feels so right. You can't help but think about how this trip is already starting to feel so special, and you know that being with Jungkook in his space will only deepen the connection between you two. The drive to Jungkook's house is filled with an air of lightness and excitement. The city lights of Seoul shine through the car windows, painting a soft glow over the streets. You can't help but glance at Jungkook as he drives, the way his hands grip the wheel effortlessly, his profile illuminated by the faint glow of the dashboard. He asks about your flight, if you were able to rest, and if the in-flight food was decent. His voice is soothing, laced with genuine curiosity.
"𝙒𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙮? 𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚 𝙚𝙭𝙝𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜."
You laugh softly, nodding. "𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙗𝙖𝙙. 𝙄 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙠𝙚𝙥𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣."
He glances at you briefly, a shy smile tugging at his lips. "𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚, 𝙩𝙤𝙤," he admits.
As the conversation flows, he shares stories about what he's been up to lately-little moments from work, a funny mishap at a photoshoot, and how he's been trying to improve his cooking skills. You tease him playfully, asking if he's mastered anything beyond instant ramen, and he laughs, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
"𝙃𝙚𝙮, 𝙡'𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙜! 𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙚𝙚. 𝙈𝙖𝙮𝙗�� 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚,” he promises, his voice warm with enthusiasm.
As the car pulls into a quieter part of the city, your eyes widen as Jungkook slows down in front of a striking, modern house. The exterior is sleek and minimalist, with clean lines and an all-black façade that gleams under the soft glow of strategically placed lights. Large windows reflect the surrounding night, giving the house an air of mystery and elegance. Your breath catches slightly as you take in the sheer size of it-three floors with a distinct architectural charm that feels both luxurious and personal. You notice a small garden area by the side, neatly arranged with plants and a single tree that adds a touch of warmth to the otherwise bold exterior.
"𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡," you say softly, unable to tear your gaze away.
Jungkook smiles, a little bashful.
"𝙄'𝙢 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩. 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚... 𝙢𝙚, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬?"
"𝙄𝙩 𝙙𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨,"you reply, feeling a strange mix of awe and comfort. Being here, seeing his home, makes you feel closer to him in a way you hadn't
expected.
As Jungkook pulls into the underground garage, the sound of the car's engine echoes softly against the polished concrete walls. He parks in his designated spot, surrounded by a few other sleek cars that are a testament to his hard work and success. Before either of you moves to get out, he turns to you, his gaze soft yet thoughtful. "𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚," he says quietly, his tone sincere.
"𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚, 𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙮?"
His words make your chest tighten in the best way, a warmth spreading through you. "𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪," you reply, your voice equally gentle.
"𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚. 𝙄 𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙨𝙤 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙙."
He smiles, his expression relaxing as he leans back slightly.
"𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙. 𝙇𝙚𝙩'𝙨 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣."
You can't help but smile back, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude-not just for his hospitality, but for the way he's made you feel so valued and cared for.
As you step out of the car, Jungkook retrieves your luggage from the trunk, his movements careful and deliberate. You follow him toward the elevator that leads to the main levels of his home. The air between you feels charged, not with nervousness, but with a quiet, unspoken intimacy. Inside the elevator, Jungkook glances at you with a small smile.
"𝙄 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙢𝙚𝙙. 𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙩'𝙨... 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙩," he says, gesturing upward as if referring to his house.
You shake your head, returning his smile. "𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙄𝙩'𝙨... 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚."
His smile widens slightly, his eyes softening as he looks at you. "𝙄'𝙢 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙙. 𝙄 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚."
When the elevator doors open, you step into a stunning open-concept living space. The interior mirrors the exterior's sleek, modern design, with polished dark gray wooden floors, high ceilings, and large windows that frame a breathtaking view of the city skyline. Warm, ambient red lighting casts a glow, balancing the clean, minimalist décor with a sense of comfort that’s totally Jungkook.
Jungkook leads you through the space, pointing out different areas. "𝙆𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙣'𝙨 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚," he says, gesturing to a state-of-the-art setup with black marble countertops. "𝙇𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚."
You take it all in, marveling at how effortlessly the house reflects his personality-stylish, thoughtful, and inviting.
He stops in front of a staircase leading to the upper floors. "𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖 𝙛𝙚𝙬 𝙗𝙚𝙙𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢𝙨 𝙪𝙥𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙨. 𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮 𝙞𝙣," he offers, his voice casual but with a hint of nervousness, as if he's unsure how you'll respond.
You hesitate for a moment, then look at him.
"𝘼𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮..." you begin softly, your cheeks warming slightly. "𝙒𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙮 𝙞𝙛 𝙄 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙙?"
The words hang in the air for a beat, and Jungkook's eyes widen just a fraction before his expression softens into something tender. He seems momentarily caught off guard, but there's no mistaking the way his lips curve into a gentle smile.
"𝙊𝙛 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚.”he says, his voice warm and steady.
"𝙄𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩, 𝙡'𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩."
As he leads you upstairs to his bedroom, the atmosphere between you shifts slightly, growing more intimate with every step. His hand brushes against yours as he opens the door, revealing a spacious yet cozy room with dark gray walls, soft lighting, and a large bed neatly made with crisp black sheets. Jungkook sets your luggage down by the wall, turning to face you. His gaze is steady, though there's a flicker of something deeper in his eyes— vulnerability, maybe, or anticipation.
"𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨?" he asks softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
You nod, your heart fluttering at how considerate he is. "𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙛 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚," you reply, meeting his gaze.
For a moment, the two of you stand there, the silence filled with an almost electric tension. It's not uncomfortable-it's charged with the weight of everything unspoken between you.
"𝙄'𝙢 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙙," Jungkook says finally, his voice low and filled with warmth.
"𝙄'𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨... 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙪𝙨."
You feel your breath catch slightly, the sincerity in his tone wrapping around your heart. "𝙈𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙤," you admit, your voice soft.
As you both settle in, Jungkook moves to sit on the edge of the bed, his movements slow and thoughtful. "𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬," he says, his eyes meeting yours. You sit beside him, the space between you small but significant. "𝙄 𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙄 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙," you say, the words coming out before you can overthink them. He smiles at that, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than usual. There's a quiet intensity in his eyes, one that makes your pulse quicken. "𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚," he says softly, his voice almost a whisper. "𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚," you reply, your voice matching his tone. The room feels impossibly warm, the air between you thick with emotions neither of you has fully expressed yet. But for now, it's enough to simply be here, together, sharing this moment.
As your eye contact lingers on one another laced with subtle smiles, Jungkook asks if you’re hungry. Of course you say yes. Something other than airplane food sounds refreshing and inviting. As Jungkook scrolls through his phone, his brows furrow slightly in concentration, and you can't help but admire how focused he looks, even on something as simple as picking out dinner.
"𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨? 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝘼𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨, 𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨, 𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙬𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨... 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙?" he suggests, glancing at you with a soft smile.
You nod, smiling back . "𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩. 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜?"
Jungkook grins. "𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙤𝙣. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨. 𝙔𝙤𝙪?"
You take a moment to think. "𝘼 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙬𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙, 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨. 𝙊𝙝, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙖 𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙠𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙠𝙚?"
He laughs, nodding. "𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚. 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙪𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙠𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨. 𝘾𝙝𝙤𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚-𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪?"
"𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙬𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙮," you reply, watching as he taps the order into his phone.
While waiting for the food, you both head downstairs. The large sectional couch in the living room invites you to sink into it as Jungkook flips through the TV options. You stop him when you see “𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐇𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧”.
"𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙚," you say with a sly smile.
Jungkook raises an eyebrow, half-amused and half-apprehensive. "𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮? 𝘼 𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙩 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩?"
You laugh softly. "𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩, 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙?"
He shakes his head, grinning. "𝙉𝙤, 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩... 𝙄'𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨."
You roll your eyes playfully as he presses play. As the eerie soundtrack begins, the two of you settle into the couch, the dim lighting from the TV casting shadows across the room. Jungkook sits close, his arm resting casually along the back of the couch, his fingers just grazing your shoulder. When the knock at the door signals the food's arrival, Jungkook gets up quickly, brushing past you with a quiet, "𝘽𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠." You watch him go, admiring how effortlessly graceful he looks even in something as mundane as retrieving food. When he returns, his hands are full with the bags. He places them carefully on the coffee table, unpacking each item with deliberate movements. You notice the slight smile tugging at his lips as he hands you your sandwich and fries, then settles back onto the couch with his burger and onion rings. The smell of the food is warm and comforting, and you both dig in. The fries are crisp and golden, and the milkshake is perfectly sweet and creamy. Jungkook takes a large bite of his burger, his eyes widening slightly as he chews. "𝙎𝙤 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙," he mumbles through a mouthful, making you laugh.
As the movie progresses, you notice Jungkook glancing at you during the tense moments, a teasing smirk on his lips when you jump slightly. "𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙,” he quips, leaning closer.
"𝙄'𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙩!" you insist, though the way your hands clutch the blanket suggests otherwise.
"𝙎𝙪𝙧𝙚”, he teases, his voice low and playful. His knee bumps against yours, the brief contact sending a spark of warmth through you. When the credits roll, you both sit back; talking softly about the movie. Jungkook stretches, his arm brushing against yours again, and the clock catches your attention.
"𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙢𝙞𝙙𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮," you say, stifling a yawn. Jungkook notices and stands, offering his hand to help you up.
"𝙇𝙚𝙩'𝙨 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙙. 𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙖𝙮."
As you both head upstairs, the air feels heavier, charged with the quiet intimacy of being alone together in his space. Your heart beats faster as you follow him into his bedroom, the thought of sharing such an intimate space making your cheeks flush. Jungkook pulls open a drawer, handing you a towel and pointing toward the guest bathroom. "𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙙𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢.” You nod, pulling out your essentials and pajamas. Jungkook walks with you to the bathroom, his movements slow and deliberate. He turns on the water for you, testing it with his hand to make sure it's the right temperature.
"𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙬," he says softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
The way he lingers for a moment, his hand still on the faucet, makes your breath catch. There's something in his eyes—a quiet intensity that mirrors the tension you're feeling.
"𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪," you say, your voice just as soft.
He nods, his gaze holding yours for a beat longer before he steps back. "𝙏𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚," he murmurs, leaving you alone in the bathroom.
As you close the door behind him, your thoughts race. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵- 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨. You can't help but wonder if he feels the same pull that you do, the same magnetic tension that seems to grow with every passing moment. As the warmth of the shower soothes your skin, your mind drifts to Jungkook. There's an undeniable energy in the air tonight, a subtle tension that feels both thrilling and comforting. This trip feels different-it's your first time being flown out by him, your first time staying in his home, and everything about it feels significant. A gut feeling tells you that something beautiful is unfolding between the two of you, something that feels both inevitable and electric. After finishing your usual post-shower routine, you slip into your black silk dress and matching short robe. The soft fabric glides over your skin, and you catch your reflection in the mirror. The sleek, elegant look is effortlessly alluring, and you can't help but imagine Jungkook's reaction. A flicker of anticipation runs through you, your heart beating a little faster as you make your way back to his bedroom.
When you step inside, the sight of him stops you in your tracks. He's lying on his bed, propped up against the headboard, focused on his phone. His tight black compression shirt hugs his toned torso, and his light gray sweat-shorts rest low on his hips. His damp hair falls messily over his forehead, and his tattoos snake down his arm in mesmerizing patterns. The casual intimacy of the scene makes your breath hitch. He looks effortlessly handsome, almost unreal, and the way he's lounging in his space feels like a glimpse into the most vulnerable, relaxed version of him. You clear your throat softly to announce your presence, and his head snaps up, his dark eyes locking onto you. For a moment he just stares, his gaze sweeping over you from head to toe. His lips part slightly, as if he's about to say something but loses the words. Finally, he sits up, his phone forgotten as he swings his legs over the edge of the bed.
"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠..." His voice trails off as he stands, his movements slow and deliberate as he approaches you. His hands find your waist, pulling you gently toward him. "𝘽𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡," he finishes, his voice soft but filled with awe.
You feel his fingers tighten slightly on your waist, his touch warm and grounding. "𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨?" you tease lightly, gesturing to your pajamas, though your voice carries a hint of nervousness. He smirks, his eyes flickering with something deeper."𝙔𝙚𝙖𝙝…𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨. 𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜." His gaze holds yours for a moment before it drops, taking in the silk fabric that clings to your figure. "𝙏𝙤𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜," he murmurs under his breath, almost as if he didn't mean to say it aloud. Your cheeks flush, and you find yourself leaning closer into his touch. “𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙨𝙤 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙩𝙤𝙤.”, you say, your voice barely above a whisper as your eyes glance at Jungkook up and down. Jungkook chuckles softly, his thumb brushing over your hip. "𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙤𝙘𝙪𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩," he admits, his tone light but laced with sincerity.
His words send a wave of heat rushing to your cheeks, your heart fluttering in your chest. There's something about the way he says it-his voice low, almost teasing, but with a raw honesty that makes your stomach flip. The way his eyes linger on you, paired with the faint smirk tugging at his lips, leaves you both flustered and emboldened. You tilt your head slightly, a playful smile curving your lips as you lean in just a fraction closer.
"𝙒𝙚𝙡𝙡," you say, your voice soft but laced with mischief, "𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙤𝙘𝙪𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩." Your words hang in the air, teasing and suggestive; as you let your fingers trail lightly down the edge of his arm. Jungkook's eyes darken just a bit, his thumb brushing against your hip with a little more pressure. His hand feels steady, but the way he subtly bites on his lower lip as his tongue plays with his lip ring tells you your words hit their mark. You shift your weight slightly, your body leaning into his touch as if drawn by some magnetic pull. Your free hand lifts to adjust the silk robe slipping off your shoulder, the casual motion only adding to the tension building between you. For a moment, neither of you speaks, the playful and teasing banter giving way to a quiet intensity. His gaze flickers between your eyes and your lips, his smile softening but never quite fading. The air feels heavier now, charged with unspoken possibilities, and the space between you seems to shrink with every passing second.
Jungkook tilts his head slightly, his gaze warm but carrying that same playful edge. "𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚," he murmurs, his voice soft and inviting. "𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙚 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚?" He nods toward the bed, his hand lightly brushing your waist again as if encouraging you to follow his lead. You nod, your breath catching slightly as he steps back, pulling the covers down for you. The idea of laying beside him, sharing this intimate space, sends a mix of nervousness and excitement coursing through you. As you settle into the bed, Jungkook grabs the remote from the bedside table and dims the lights until the room is bathed in a soft, neon lighting. When he turns them off completely, the darkness feels like a protective veil, amplifying the sound of your breaths and the gentle rustle of the sheets. Laying there beside him, the realization hits you like a wave. You're in Jungkook's bed-his warmth so close, his presence so real. It's a moment you had imagined but never quite like this. The weight of it feels surreal, as if time has slowed down just for the two of you. Your thoughts race: 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦? 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭? Yet, the comfort of his nearness keeps you grounded, the nervous energy quickly melting into something softer and deeper. Jungkook shifts closer, pulling you into his arms. His chest is firm and warm, the faint scent of his cologne still lingering on his skin. His hands find their place naturally-one resting on your back, the other lightly trailing over your side, his touch tender but electrifying. The tension between you feels almost tangible, the space between your bodies nonexistent as his heartbeat becomes a quiet rhythm against your own.
"𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙪𝙥 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚," he says softly, his fingers brushing a stray strand of hair away from your face. His tone carries both admiration and sincerity, and the way his eyes linger on yours makes your heart race.
Your hands instinctively rest against his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breaths.
"𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙪𝙥 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚," you tease lightly, your voice trembling just enough to betray the whirlwind of emotions inside you.
He smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkling just slightly. "𝙄'𝙫𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙪𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙬," he says, his voice low and smooth, the hint of excitement in his tone unmistakable.
Your curiosity piques, but you can't help but get lost in the way he looks at you.
"𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙨?" you ask, your fingers lightly tracing the edge of his shirt sleeve.
“𝙄𝙩’𝙨 𝙖 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨.” he replies, his thumb gently brushing over your cheek.
"𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙡𝙡 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙚."
The anticipation in his words only adds to the moment, and as the quiet hum of the night settles around you, it's impossible to ignore the way his touch and his presence make you feel. You realize this is the start of something more-a connection you hadn't anticipated but now can't imagine letting go of.
As the night stretches on, you and Jungkook lay together, quietly gushing over how perfect the day has been. Your voices are soft, filled with warmth and contentment; though the fatigue from the long day begins to creep in. His hand rests lazily on your waist, and you find yourself absently playing with the hem of his shirt, a soothing gesture that feels as natural as breathing. The room is a quiet save for your soft exchanges, the tension between you not heavy but charged with something unspoken. Your gazes linger longer than they should, the warmth in his eyes drawing you in deeper with every passing moment. There's a comfort in his presence but beneath it, an undeniable current of anticipation hums between you.
When the conversation slows and sleep beckons, you both murmur your goodnights. As you shift slightly to turn away, Jungkook stops you, his hand coming up to gently cup your face. The tenderness of his touch stills you, your breath catching as his thumb brushes over your cheek before trailing softly to your lower lip. The sensation sends a ripple of warmth through your chest, and you can't help but hold his gaze. His expression is unreadable, yet there's a softness in his eyes, mixed with something deeper—an intensity that makes your heart race. The gentle caress of his thumb against your lip feels intimate, almost reverent, and you find yourself frozen under his touch, your body leaning subtly into his hand. Your lips part slightly, not intentionally but as if drawn by the moment itself. His thumb lingers there for a second longer, the smallest of smiles tugging at the corner of his mouth, though his gaze remains steady on yours.
"𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩," he whispers, his voice low and warm, carrying the weight of everything left unsaid.
You manage to find your voice, though it's barely more than a whisper. "𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙅𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙤𝙤𝙠."
The moment feels suspended in time, your body warm from his closeness, your heart thrumming in your chest. As he lets his hand fall away, the absence of his touch leaves a quiet ache, but the look he gives you before settling back into his pillow lingers in your mind. You turn over, trying to steady your breathing, but the feel of his thumb on your lip and the unspoken emotion in his eyes are impossible to forget.
The soft rustling of Jungkook shifting beside you stirs you awake, your senses slowly coming to life.
Before you can fully register your surroundings, you feel his arms wrap securely around you, pulling you closer into his warmth. His chest presses gently against your back, and the weight of his arm draped over your waist is both grounding and comforting. The intimacy of the moment fills you with a warmth that reaches your very core. As his lips graze near your neck, he nuzzles softly against your skin, his breath warm and delicate. His voice, still husky from sleep, breaks the morning silence. "𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡," he murmurs, his words muffled but dripping with tenderness. The sound of his voice sends a shiver down your spine, your heart swelling at the sincerity behind his words. You smile softly, your eyes still closed as you savor the feeling of being held so lovingly. "𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚." you whisper, your voice gentle and sweet, carrying the weight of all the affection you feel in this moment.
The way his embrace tightens slightly at your response makes you feel cherished, as if you're exactly where you're meant to be. The warmth of his body against yours, the way he's holding you as though he never wants to let go-it's all so overwhelming yet perfect. You realize that waking up in his arms feels like the safest, most serene place in the world. The thought makes your heart race and calm all at once, and you can't help but lean into his hold, silently wishing for mornings like this to last forever.
Waking up in Jungkook's arms felt like the kind of peace you wished to begin every day with. There was no need for words, no need to rush. The two of you stayed in that position for a while, simply relishing the quiet contentment of the moment. His steady breathing against your neck, the warmth of his embrace—it all felt so right. Eventually, you both decided it was time to start the day. The morning routine was casual yet intimate, filled with the kind of unspoken connection that comes naturally. As Jungkook stood at the sink brushing his teeth, his damp hair falling messily across his forehead, you couldn't help but steal glances. Meanwhile, you refreshed yourself; slipping into a stylish outfit, catching him watching you with a small smile as he adjusted his earrings.
The drive to breakfast was lighthearted and filled with conversation. The two of you talked about everything-your plans for the day, little anecdotes about life, and playful banter that had you both laughing. When you arrived at the restaurant, its charming exterior caught your attention. A white stone building with wide windows framed by greenery gave the place an inviting feel. Inside, the atmosphere was cozy yet vibrant. Soft jazz plays in the background. The warm wooden tables, sleek black chairs, and friendly staff added to the charm. The workers couldn't help but steal glances at Jungkook, their expressions a mix of awe and admiration, though they remained professional. As you both took your seats, you scanned the menu. You decided to order a fluffy stack of ricotta pancakes topped with fresh berries, whipped cream, and a drizzle of maple syrup, paired with an iced caramel latte. Jungkook opted for a hearty avocado toast with poached eggs, a side of smoked salmon, and a hot Americano. Breakfast was a delightful experience, filled with light conversation and laughter as you enjoyed the delicious food. The way Jungkook's eyes lit up while talking, his genuine smile, and his occasional teasing remarks made it even more enjoyable.
After breakfast, you and Jungkook decided to visit, “𝐏𝐢𝐱𝐞𝐥 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐀𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞 & 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐩” a hidden gem for gamers and collectors. The store was a treasure trove of nostalgia, with shelves lined with vintage games, old consoles, and quirky merchandise. The air was filled with excitement, as other customers browsed and reminisced about their favorite childhood games. You and Jungkook wandered the aisles, picking up retro cartridges and joking about who would win if you played together.
Your next stop was, “𝐋𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 É𝐭𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞” a chic boutique known for its luxurious and timeless designs. The store exuded elegance with soft lighting, polished floors, and racks of sophisticated dresses that looked like they belonged on a red carpet. As you admired a display of shimmering gowns, Jungkook turned to you, his voice soft yet confident.
"𝙋𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩," he said, his gaze steady and sincere.
You blinked, taken aback by his offer. "𝘼𝙣𝙮 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨?" you asked, glancing between him and the gorgeous pieces around you. "𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙘𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣?"
Jungkook shrugged nonchalantly, though the glimmer in his eyes gave away that he had something planned. "𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙚𝙚," he said with a teasing smile.
The gesture made your heart flutter. The idea of Jungkook wanting you to have something so beautiful, something he clearly envisioned you in, filled you with warmth. As you browsed the racks, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and curiosity. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨? 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦?
As you browse through the racks, your eyes land on a long, body-con black dress that immediately steals your breath. The fabric feels luxurious under your fingertips-a mix of soft silk and velvet, with just the right amount of sparkle that catches the light when you hold it up. The all open back adds an alluring touch, while the draped neckline is daring, showing just enough to make you feel confident and stunning. This was it. This was the dress. You glance around the boutique, spotting Jungkook seated near the front of the store, scrolling on his phone as he waits for you. Perfect. You didn't want him to see the dress just yet-it needed to be a surprise. Making your way to the register, you quietly hand the dress to the worker, requesting it to be bagged discreetly. The worker smiles knowingly and carefully places it into a sleek black garment bag, ensuring Jungkook wouldn't catch a glimpse.
When you approach him, you can't hide the excitement in your voice. "𝙄 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨," you say, your tone teasing, "𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙞𝙩."
Jungkook raises an eyebrow, intrigued. "𝘼 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙚, 𝙝𝙪𝙝?" he asks, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. His dark eyes light up with curiosity as he leans forward slightly, resting his forearms on his knees.
"𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩?"
You nod, crossing your arms with a grin. "𝙔𝙚𝙥. 𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩."
His smile deepens, a mix of amusement and admiration. "𝘼𝙡𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩," he says, standing and walking with you toward the counter. "𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙄'𝙢 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙞𝙩."
Jungkook steps forward as the worker rings up the dress, his black card already in hand. The process is quick and seamless—he hands over the card without hesitation, his expression casual but focused. You thank him softly, feeling a little shy about him paying, but he waves it off with a warm smile.
The worker returns with the bagged dress, bowing politely as they hand it to Jungkook. he says, “𝙂𝙖𝙢-𝙨𝙖-𝙝𝙖𝙢-𝙣𝙞-𝙙𝙖”
his voice gentle but firm, before turning to you. "𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙤?"
The two of you exit the boutique, the evening starting to take effect. Jungkook opens the car door for you, a small yet thoughtful gesture that makes your heart flutter. Once inside, he places the bag carefully in the backseat before sliding into the driver's seat. The drive back to his house is relaxed, filled with light conversation and music playing softly in the background. Jungkook's hand occasionally taps the steering wheel in rhythm with the song, and you can't help but admire how effortlessly cool he looks. As the car pulls into his driveway, you glance at him, a sense of excitement bubbling within you. He glances back, his lips curving into a small smile as if he knows tonight will be something special.
After stepping out of the shower, you felt a rush of excitement as you started getting ready. You opted for a sultry makeup look that perfectly matched the evening's mysterious vibe, blending smoky shadows and a touch of shimmer. Your hair was styled a little differently than usual but it added a hint of glamour to your appearance. Slipping into the dress, you couldn't help but admire how the all-open back gave you an undeniably sexy edge. The fabric hugged your curves flawlessly, the subtle sparkle catching the light with every movement. As you glanced in the mirror, everything about your look screamed elegance and allure. You couldn't wait to see Jungkook's reaction, and the thought sent a thrilling jolt through you. You slip on your heels, spritz on your favorite perfume, and take a deep breath. This is it. As you open the door and step into the hallway, the soft click of your heels on the hardwood floor echoes with purpose. You make your way downstairs, feeling the weight of the moment pressing lightly on your chest. From the top of the stairs you spot Jungkook in the living room. His back is to you, one hand casually tucked into his pocket as he laughs at something on the television. The sight of him, even from behind, takes your breath away. His posture is relaxed yet commanding, his broad shoulders perfectly filling out his blazer.
The sound of your heels seems to draw his attention. As if sensing your presence, Jungkook turns slowly, his laughter fading as his eyes land on you. The expression on his face shifts instantly—his lips part slightly, his dark eyes widening in stunned disbelief.
For a moment, it feels as though the world has stopped. His body language mirrors his awe; his hand drops from his pocket, and he takes an instinctive step forward, as though drawn to you. Your breath catches as you take in his appearance. Jungkook looks devastatingly handsome, dressed head to toe in black. The silk of his button-up shirt shimmers faintly, unbuttoned just enough to reveal his toned chest and the delicate silver necklace resting against his skin. His blazer fits him perfectly. The tailored cut emphasizing his lean, strong frame. The silver accents of his jewelry add a polished edge to his look, while his slightly messy yet styled hair completes the effortlessly cool aesthetic. The sight of him sends a shiver down your spine. He's magnetic, the kind of handsome that feels almost unreal, and yet here he is, standing in front of you, looking at you as though you've just stolen the air from his lungs.
As you step off the last stair and begin walking toward him, your heart races. The way his gaze follows your every move, intense and unwavering, makes you feel both exhilarated and vulnerable.
You're acutely aware of every step, every sway of your dress, and every beat of your heart.
𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥... 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵.
The tension between you is electric, the air thick with unspoken words and emotions. You can feel the heat rising in your cheeks, but you hold his gaze, a small, confident smile playing on your lips.
Jungkook finally speaks, his voice low and filled with wonder. "𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠... 𝙪𝙣𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡," he murmurs, his eyes still scanning every inch of you. He steps closer, his movements slow and deliberate, as though he's afraid the moment might shatter if he rushes. When he's close enough, his hand reaches out, brushing lightly against your arm as if to confirm you're real.
"𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙡'𝙫𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙬," he says, his voice laced with sincerity and awe.
The tension crackles between you, a blend of admiration, attraction, and something deeper-something neither of you can quite put into words yet.
You take a moment to fully take in Jungkook's look
—his sharp black blazer, the unbuttoned silk shirt that reveals his toned chest and silver necklace, the perfectly styled hair that's somehow both messy and refined. He looks breathtaking. Closing the distance between you, you gently place your hand on his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin through the soft fabric of his shirt.
"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚, 𝙅𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙤𝙤𝙠," you say softly, your eyes locking with his.
"𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢." Your gaze lingers, filled with admiration and subtle flirtation.
Jungkook's lips curve into a boyish smile, but there's a flicker of something deeper in his eyes—a mix of pride and shyness. "𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜," he replies, his voice low and smooth. He glances down at your hand on his chest, then back up at you, his expression soft yet intense. For a moment, neither of you move, the air thick with unspoken tension, until Jungkook breaks the spell with a small grin.
"𝙒𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙄 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙬𝙚'𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣," he teases, offering his hand to lead you out.
The car ride is calm but charged with anticipation. As the city lights blur past the window, you steal glances at Jungkook, admiring the way his hands rest on the steering wheel and the relaxed yet confident way he carries himself. His profile is stunning, illuminated by the faint glow of the dashboard lights. You feel a flutter in your chest, knowing this moment is just the beginning of something unforgettable.
"𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙?" Jungkook asks, catching you mid-thought.
"𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩... 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮," you admit with a soft smile. He chuckles, glancing at you briefly before returning his eyes to the road.
"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙣𝙤 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙚," he says cryptically, his tone playful yet sincere.
As the drive continues, the bustling city fades into the distance, replaced by the serene glow of city lights reflecting off the water. The dockside comes into view, and your breath catches at the sight of yachts lined up, their sleek designs illuminated against the night sky.
Jungkook pulls into a secluded parking spot near the dock and quickly gets out, coming around to open your door. The cool night air greets you as you step out, and you're struck by the beauty of the scene-the soft lapping of the water against the dock, the faint hum of distant city life, and the gentle sway of the yachts.
Jungkook offers his hand, his touch warm and steady. "𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠?" he asks, his eyes watching your face intently.
"𝙄𝙩'𝙨... 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜," you say, your voice almost a whisper as you take it all in. "𝙄𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙪𝙨?"
He smirks, his expression proud yet affectionate.
"𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙚𝙚."
Walking hand in hand, Jungkook leads you down the dock. The sleek lines of a luxury yacht catch your eye, its polished exterior glowing under the dock lights. The captain greets you warmly, tipping his hat as he welcomes you aboard.
Stepping onto the yacht feels surreal. The gentle rocking of the water beneath you, the elegant design of the deck, and the quiet intimacy of the moment make your heart race. Jungkook keeps his hand in yours, his grip firm yet comforting. "𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡?" he asks, his voice soft but filled with curiosity. You turn to him, your eyes shining. "𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙄'𝙢 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢," you admit. Jungkook's smile widens, his body language relaxed but brimming with excitement. "𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙡𝙚𝙩'𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙪𝙣𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚," he says, leading you further into the luxurious space, where the night promises even more surprises.
Jungkook leads you further into the yacht, his hand resting lightly on your lower back. When you reach the entryway to the lower deck, you're stopped dead in your tracks. The soft glow of warm fairy lights illuminates the room, and the floor is scattered with rose petals, a path of crimson leading to a bed draped in even more petals. Your eyes widen as they land on a massive bouquet of roses-easily 500 of them-sitting on a nearby table. The room feels like a scene from a fairytale, surreal and utterly breathtaking.
Your heart races as you take it all in, the sheer romance of it overwhelming.
“𝙊𝙝 𝙢𝙮 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨.” You whisper under your breath, barely able to process the effort and thought behind it all. The faint hum of the yacht's engine starting up breaks through your daze, and you realize the boat is beginning to move, carrying you further into this dreamlike evening.
You glance around, your eyes falling on an ice bucket holding bottles of wine and champagne; accompanied by a platter of chocolate-covered strawberries. Everything about the setup is intimate and luxurious, a carefully crafted moment meant to leave you speechless. Your expression softens, awe and disbelief mingling in your features as you turn to face Jungkook. He’s standing just behind you, his dark eyes scanning your face with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine. He's reading your every expression, his lips curved into a soft, almost nervous smile. You swallow hard, your voice quiet and tinged with emotion as you ask,
"𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧?"
Jungkook steps closer, closing the space between you. The tension in the air thickens, and you feel your breath hitch as his presence envelops you. His expression is serious yet tender, his dark eyes shimmering with unspoken emotions. "𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨," he begins, his voice low and steady, "𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙪𝙨." He raises his hands, one gently resting on your waist, the other brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. The warmth of his touch spreads through you, grounding you in the moment. His body language is confident but vulnerable, his posture open as if he's baring his soul to you.
Jungkook takes a deep breath, his thumb brushing lightly against your waist as he speaks. "𝙁𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙄 𝙢𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙥 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤, 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙄 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙄 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡." His voice is thick with emotion, and his gaze never wavers from yours.
"𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡, 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙡'𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙡'𝙫𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙯𝙚𝙙 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙧𝙮. 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬. 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚."
He pauses, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation.
"𝙄'𝙢 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪-𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚, 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙. 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙬, 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙣. 𝙎𝙤, 𝙡'𝙢 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜... 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙? 𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙡'𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤?"
His words leave you speechless, a flood of emotions crashing over you. Your hands instinctively find his chest, resting there as you try to steady yourself. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, but they're tears of happiness, of disbelief at the depth of his feelings.
"𝙄... 𝙅𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙤𝙤𝙠, 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙮," you stammer, your voice thick with emotion. "𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡, 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙣. 𝙄'𝙫𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚." You take a deep breath, meeting his gaze with a smile that's both shy and full of love.
"𝙔𝙚𝙨, 𝙅𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙤𝙤𝙠. 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙. 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨-𝙪𝙨—𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜."
The moment the words leave your lips, Jungkook's face lights up with pure joy. A relieved laugh escapes him as he pulls you into a tight embrace, his arms wrapping securely around your waist.
"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙣𝙤 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙚," he murmurs against your hair, his voice trembling slightly with emotion. He pulls back just enough to cup your face, his thumbs brushing away the tears that have slipped down your cheeks.
"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨," he promises, his tone filled with sincerity.
"𝙄'𝙢 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚."
As he leans in to press a tender kiss to your forehead, you can feel the weight of his words in the way he holds you-as if he's already vowing to cherish every moment you share. The room, the roses, the fairy lights-all of it fades into the background as you both lose yourselves in the sheer joy of this new beginning. The realization that you are now Jungkook's girlfriend sends a wave of emotions coursing through you. It feels surreal, almost too good to be true, yet the warmth in his gaze and the tenderness in his touch remind you that this is real. The thought of being his-officially his— makes your heart swell with joy and a sense of belonging. There's a comfort in knowing that he chose you, that this incredible person who could have anyone; wants you and only you. You feel cherished, desired, and deeply appreciated in a way you've never experienced before.
Jungkook gestures toward the platter of chocolate-covered strawberries, his playful grin tugging at your heartstrings. "𝙏𝙧𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙚," he says, his voice soft but insistent as he picks up a strawberry and holds it out to you. You hesitate for a moment, feeling shy under his gaze, but you lean in, taking a bite as his hand steadies the strawberry. The sweetness of the chocolate melts on your tongue, blending perfectly with the juiciness of the strawberry, but it's not just the flavor that makes this moment unforgettable. It's the way Jungkook watches you, his dark eyes brimming with warmth and amusement, as if he's savoring your reaction more than the treat itself. He leans forward, his expression softening as he murmurs, "𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩?" His voice carries a teasing edge, but the intimacy in his tone sends a flutter through your chest. You can't help but laugh, the tension thick yet playful. When you pick up a strawberry and offer it to him, your fingers brush against his lips as he takes a bite, his gaze locked on yours. The air between you is charged, the simple act of sharing dessert feeling impossibly intimate.
Jungkook takes your hand, leading you to the upper deck of the yacht. The breeze greets you as you step outside, the cool air brushing against your skin and carrying the faint scent of saltwater.
The city lights glitter in the distance, a breathtaking backdrop to this magical evening.
You both take a seat at the bar; the quiet lapping of the waves providing a soothing soundtrack.
He pours two glasses of wine, handing one to you as he leans closer; his shoulder brushes against yours. You take a sip, the wine's rich flavor hitting your palate-a smooth blend of dark berries with a hint of oak and a lingering sweetness. "𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙯𝙞𝙣𝙜," you say, your voice low as you savor the taste.
Jungkook nods, his gaze fixed on the horizon. "𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡," he admits, his voice soft but full of sincerity.
The two of you begin to talk, the conversation flowing effortlessly. You share stories from your past, dreams for the future, and little things about yourselves that you hadn't yet revealed.
Jungkook's laugh is infectious, and his eyes light up as he listens to you, hanging on to every word as if nothing else in the world matters.
As the conversation lulls, you find yourself leaning against Jungkook, the warmth of his presence grounding you. The tension from earlier lingers in the air, but it's no longer just about desire-it's about connection. You glance up at him, your heart swelling as you catch the way he's looking at you, his expression filled with something deeper than words can capture. In that moment, you realize that this is what it feels like to be his. To be seen, adored, and cared for in a way that makes you feel like the most important person in the world. And as the yacht glides through the water, the stars shining brightly above, you know that this is just the beginning of something extraordinary.
The yacht slows as it approaches the dock, the hum of the engine quieting as the date draws to an end. The shoreline is aglow with soft lights, and the faint sound of waves lapping against the boat fills the air. You and Jungkook share a tender smile, neither of you wanting the night to end. As the yacht gently bumps against the dock, Jungkook offers you his hand to help you step off, his touch lingering just a second longer than necessary.The drive back to his house is filled with a charged silence, punctuated by stolen glances, eye contact, and the occasional brush of his hand against yours.Jungkook's fingers graze over your knuckles before wrapping around your hand completely, holding it firmly yet gently as he drives. The air between you feels electric, heavy with unspoken desires. The way his jaw clenches and his eyes flick to you, then back to the road, speaks volumes. His every movement screams restraint, but the way his thumb strokes the back of your hand betrays his longing.
When you arrive at his house, your heart races as he parks the car and turns to you, his dark eyes smoldering under the faint glow of the streetlights.
There's a tension in the air, thick and undeniable, as if every second is pulling you closer to a moment neither of you can resist. Jungkook opens your door, his hand resting on your lower back as he guides you inside. The house is quiet, except for the soft clicks of your heels against the floor as you step into the living room. Jungkook disappears momentarily and returns with a bottle of wine and two glasses. His black shirt is unbuttoned further than before, exposing more of his toned chest, and his silver necklace glints in the dim light. The sight of him makes your breath hitch. He looks effortlessly hot, his hair slightly tousled, and the intensity in his eyes sends a shiver down your spine.
Pouring the wine, he hands you a glass, his fingers brushing yours. Jungkook turns on some music; it plays in the background as the two of you sip, talk, and laugh.
You sway together to the music, his hands on your waist as he spins you playfully. The room feels alive with warmth and chemistry, the playful touches and lingering glances building the tension even further. You're both seated on the plush black leather couch, tipsy enough to feel bold but not enough to lose control. Jungkook sets his glass down, his dark eyes locking onto yours. He leans in closer, his hand gently cupping your jaw as his thumb strokes your cheek. His voice drops to a low murmur.
"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙣𝙤 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙬..𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙡'𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨."
Your heart pounds as you meet his gaze, heat pooling in your chest. His lips are so close, his lip ring catching the faint light, and your eyes can't help but trail to his mouth. You know exactly what it is that you desire right now. Jungkook’s body language and tone of voice hits you. You’re aware he feels the tension as well. You reach out, your fingers grazing his exposed chest before curling around his necklace. Slowly, you pull him closer, your breaths mingling as the space between you disappears.
When Jungkook’s lips finally meet yours, it's soft and deliberate, like he's savoring the moment. His lips are warm, his kiss gentle yet firm. The kiss is so slow. So passionate. It sends a spark down your spine. But the tenderness quickly gives way to something deeper. The kiss intensifies, his tongue brushing against yours, and his teeth gently tugging on your bottom lip. You reciprocate this hot energy. Allowing your tongue to collide with his. You graze your teeth on his lower lip; teasing him. The neediness between you both takes over, and before you know it, you're on top of him; straddling him. Your hands tangled in his hair as his grip on your waist tightens.
Jungkook pulls back suddenly, his breathing ragged as he looks up at you. His hand cups your jaw, his fingers threading through your hair, holding you steady as his eyes search yours. "𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪," he says, his voice husky and filled with desire. "𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚. 𝙇𝙚𝙩'𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙮 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢..." The words hang in the air as he lifts you effortlessly, his strong tattooed arms wrapped around your needy body as he stands. The tension is palpable, your lips brushing against his neck as he carries you toward the stairs. Jungkook lets out a deep breath at the feeling of your lips subtly brushing against his neck. The night stretches ahead, filled with promises and possibilities, as the door to his bedroom closes behind you….
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Just saw a post saying someone needed a quick one-shot Jungkook fluff.
Buying jewellery with your boyfriend!!!!!!
You always wanted to go buy jewellery with your (sugar daddy) boyfriend. But he was never free to go out with you, so you just bought it yourself or ordered it online. But when he asks you if you wanna buy something and that he's free in the weekend. You can't say no, can you🤭🤭
You were just walking on the streets hilding hands and he was going on and on about how Namjoon broke yet another microphone stand. You casually laughed with him until you reached the jewellery shop. It was a new shop so you were quite happy and excited. You went in and told Jungkook to just sit down and wait for you. He did and after about an hour started feeling sleepy. He closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep on the chair with his phone still playing the video of his latest concert. He woke up in a jolt when you tapped his shoulder and giggled at his cuteness. He looked around, his eyes half open and half closed. You couldn't help but press a small kiss on his forehead and caress his cheek. "Which is better?" You asked showing him two very pretty charm bracelets. He looked at them for a while and looked up at you. "Both." He said rubbing his eye. You pouted. "Come on kookie, choose one. I cant both of them you know.". He looked at you in confusion. "And why is that?" You looked away. He scoffed and held your hands tightly. He rubbed your knuckles and kissed your right hand. "You know you can buy anything you want right. Hmm. I won't be mad at the price, I promise. I just want my baby to be happy." He smiled up at you. You smiled back and pull him off of the chair. He groans but follows you anyway. You take him to the counter and show him the pieces of jewellery you had picked out. "OK, so I'm buying these too." There were 2 necklaces, 1 set of earrings and 2 bracelets. His eyes widen and he scoffs. "O-oh..wow..babe-" But you cut him off. "Pls do the billing." The cashier smiles and in the end, Jungkook had to whip out his black card. You happily exit the shop and hug him. He hugs you back and kisses your hair. "You know I love spoiling you right. How about we going to a restaurant for dinner tonight. I don't feel like going home so soon." He says softly and you laugh and nod.
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laura's jungkook recs
I’ve been reading fics in here nonstop way before I started this blog. It felt like a sin not compiling a list of some of the stories that I loved and hadn’t gotten around to sharing yet, a few of them safe in my drafts until I was ready to make this.
I will keep on adding onto this list as I keep finding stories I've read before and would love to share with you. Leave some love and appreciation to the authors if you can!
disclaimer: all stories that include mature themes will be labeled accordingly. DNI if you aren’t 18+
♡ - favorite
S E R I E S
angel's trumpet by @hansolmates ♡ ◦ supernatural au, idol verse & non-idol verse, angst, fluff, light smut
love to hate by @kpopfanfictrash ♡ ◦ enemies to lovers, fwb, angst, fluff, smut
blackjack by @kpopfanfictrash ♡ ◦ mafia au, angst, fluff, smut
comfort inn ending by @joonbird ◦ cheating au, angst (this will break your heart) , smut
bitchin' by @kinktae ♡ ◦ 1980s au, fratboy!jk, enemies to lovers, fluff, smut
airplane pt.2 by @xjoonchildx ◦ criminal jk, smut
i'd love to stay but that's simply insane by @taexual ◦ college au, angst, fluff, smut
ego by @suga-kookiemonster ◦ college au, fratboy au, humor, light angst, fluff, smut
inevitable by @ahundredtimesover ♡ ◦ exes au, parents au, baseball player jk, angst, fluff, smut
what's a soul really worth, anyway? by thisneedsmorefilth ♡ ◦ magic au, mxm jikook, demon au, angst, fluff, smut
code of conduct by @go1denjeon ◦ yandere au, mafia au, angst, mcd, smut
wanted by @jincherie ♡ ◦ space au, alien au, angst, smut
O N E - S H O T S
the monogamy monologues by @kpopfanfictrash ◦ humor, smut
rebound by @ropeseok ◦ enemies to lovers, light angst, smut
blizzard by @curly-bangtan ◦ roommate au, fluff, smut
scattered stars by @taegularities ◦ soulmate au, fantasy au, enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, smut
sugarplum elegy by @bymoonchild ◦ college au, fwb, idiots to lovers, fluff, smut
something in the water by @vankoya ♡ ◦ friends to lovers, fluff, smut
attachment: 1 image by @1kook ◦ established relationship, smut
lover her (love yourself) by @xotoosweet ◦ college au, fluff
heart of the storm by @ladyartemesia ◦ strangers to lovers, slight angst, fluff, smut
cobalt blue by @hobivore ◦ ft. taehyung, smut
note #1: if any fic recommended is in hiatus, the author has yet to update or left altogether, please do not pester them with updates.
note #2: These are not all of my JJK recs! There’s more with extensive commentary from me here and you can find more of my favorites here
#jjk#jungkook recs#jeon jungkook#jungkook au#jungkook x reader#jungkook series#jungkook oneshot#jungkook smut#jungook fluff#jungkook angst#bts au#bts x reader
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American Mate (11) - Just a Staff Member.
After much consideration and voting by my Patreon membership holders, the mega chapter is no longer going to happen.
So, Chapter 11 is out now on my Patreon!
Remember, if you want to get early access, it's only $5 a month, and you get the extra scenes and can "Ask a character a question"!
As always, here is a teaser for the chapter, which is 11,511 words long.
Ring Ring Ring
Ring Ring Ring
Stirring from your sleep because of a phone ringing, you look around groggily. Momentarily forgetting where you are, you sit up quickly, and that is when you see– the dress.
The night before comes flooding back to you. It starts with the letters and conversations, the outfit and pampering, and ends with his smiles and warmth.
It was a date you will never forget. The only problem is… it wasn’t a date.
Your heart wants to soar, but you must remind yourself it’s just a job.
Remembering that Jin had made it clear that it wasn’t something he would do for a fan. Even though he said you were special, you couldn’t believe it.
Bangtan Pack would do this for any playmate.
Ring Ring Ring
Oh shit! That’s right, the phone. Scrambling over your pillow wall, you find your plugged-in phone and answer it.
“Hello, hello! Sorry, this is Y/n. Who is this?” you ask as you try to untangle yourself from your blanket fort. It isn’t easy with a broken hand.
“Hey Y/n, it’s Derek! Umm, did I wake you up?”
“Oh hey, ah yeah, and now I am wrapped in my blankets. I'm going to put you on speakerphone so I can untangle,” you growl in frustration, placing the phone near your head while you wrestle your way out.
“Did you just growl? You know what, never mind. You are gonna have to hurry.” Derek says with a hint of amusement in his voice.
“Yes, I did growl,” huff “These damn blankets. Wait… Why?” I huffed, finally freeing one leg, “I don’t have any plans for today.”
“Well, now you do, and you have about two hours to be at PMS to go over the final contract.”
“No way… what? Two hours! But I thought we were going to sign it tomorrow or Monday. Why now? Did they get everything back in time?” I say, pushing the blankets down my leg and wiggling backward.
Thud.
Groan
“Y/n! What was that?” calls Derek, who hears you fall while on speakerphone because of his hybrid hearing.
“Ah… I slid off the bed,” I said with a slight giggle. Standing up, I lean over my phone. “The duvet is made of satin, so it's slippery, and I got a little bit too close to the edge.”
A rapid knock on your door startles you as you hear your name called from the other side: “Y/n, are you okay? What happened? Princess? Princess!”
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Amortentia | J.JK²

Jeon Jungkook grifinório! x leitora sonserina.
Palavras: 1.767
Sinopse: Em teoria, um grifinório e uma sonserina não poderiam acontecer, mas desde o primeiro dia em que chegaram no castelo, Jean não tira seus olhos de uma sonserina. Mas o moreno logo descobrirá que cobras são mestres em se esgueirar para longe dos holofotes.
Avisos: Nenhum, acredito eu.
J.JK¹ | J.JK² | J.JK³
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"Senhorita S/s, como minha melhor aluna, quero que seja tutora desse... rapaz."
A voz de Snape ecoou em sua cabeça, como se tivesse em um túnel do terror. Boquiaberta, literalmente, o olhar da garota vagava da figura obscura a sua frente, para o moreno ainda sentado. Jeon da um sorrisinho de criança, erguendo as sobrancelhas e ainda teve a audácia de a dar um tchauzinho. Tudo bem, isso vai ser difícil de ignorar.
"Professor, o senhor acha que o rapaz em questão, precisa de aulas a mais?" Ela ousa perguntar, tentando se livrar da nova posição, claramente desconfortável. Snape rola os olhos, claramente querendo se livrar do grifinório, a levando a acreditar que Jungkook provavelmente estava ali a um tempo considerável.
"O que eu acho não é importante, o importante é que a senhorita o tutore, para que ele saia imediatamente da minha sala, senhorita S/S." É, Jungkook realmente estava ali a um bom tempo.
"Tudo bem, eu concordo," a mais nova começa, e ambas as feições se iluminam (a de snape o máximo que se podia), então ela imendou com pressa: "mas apenas com uma condição."
"O. que. Senhorita?"
"Pra cada ponto que Jeon conseguir em sua aula, quero dois para a sonserina." Apesar do tom firme, o seu interior tremia, aflita com a resposta. Mas tudo o que recebeu foi um aceno de cabeça. "você" aproveitando que snape tinha se virado para longe, ela aponta para seu novo pesadelo, que estava claramente aturdido com a virada de eventos "começamos amanhã, depois da aula do professor Snape."
...
Quando saiu daquela sala, caminhou rápido o suficiente para fugir de Jeon, mas não rápida suficiente pra perder o professor gritando com o moreno, e o ver tropeçando porta a fora. Pelo menos paga uma pequena parte do que seja lá que ele esteja planejando...
Ao chegar nas masmorras, felizmente encontrou Park Jimin passando para algum lugar. A parte feliz desse encontro é que o agora loiro, fazia parte do ciclo de amigos de Jeon.
"Park!" O rapaz se vira para você, abrindo um meio sorriso, e esperando que você contornasse as poltronas até ele. "Será que você consegue me explicar o que seu amigo está planejando?"
"Hum..." Park faz um som de 'tsk' com a boca, fingindo que estava pensando no pedido da garota "Não, acho que não."
"O quê? Por quê?" Seu desespero era adorável para ele, e talvez rir não foi a ação mais inteligente de Jimin da hora. Por isso ele recebeu um soco leve, mas bem merecido no ombro.
"Ow! Eu quis dizer que não, eu não consigo te explicar o que Jeon planejou, por que não faço a menor ideia do que esteja falando."
"E como sabe que tô falando do Jungkook?" A garota tenta o encurralar, mas dessa vez, não pode ficar revoltada com a risada do loiro. Então o deixou ir, e foi para seu quarto tentar dormir.
Mas não tinha como escapar o novo dia que chegou, e até fingir uma febre foi considerado, mas a ideia de ter que tomar algum remédio doido na infermaria, não valeria a pena. Então tudo o que pôde fazer, era vestir seu uniforme, tomar café da manhã e encarar as aulas, esperando pelo pior.
E por incrível que pareça, Jeon estava incrivelmente quieto. Um alívio bem vindo, claro, se não sentisse um arrepio estranho em sua espinha. Nada que viesse do rapaz, poderia ser algo bom.
Quando a aula de Snape, que por algum acaso era a última do dia, acabou , Jeon a esperava do lado de fora da sala. Quando saiu o encarou por alguns minutos, esperando alguma piadinha ou comentário engraçadinho, mas nada. Tudo o que viu, era um rosto perfeito, em um corpo perfeito, usando seu brasão rival. As meninas que passavam cochichavam, e riam, não tão discretas, o que claramente e obviamente a irritou. Sem dizer uma palavra, Sn começou seu caminho até a biblioteca.
"O quê? Ei!" a voz surpresa do rapaz, soou às costas da garota, que apertou o passo, o fazendo copiar o ato. "Cobrinha, onde você vai? Não tá esquecendo de nada?" Por mais que o plano da sonserina fosse seguir seu caminho sem muita dificuldade, o ter gritando em suas costas, e falando como se fossem amigos a fez parar de andar, e se virou pra ele, que caminhava rápido e quase caiu por cima do corpo menor.
"Vamos pra biblioteca Jeon, não vou te tutorar no meio do corredor."
Quando ouviu aquilo, Jungkook se sentiu um idiota, mas tinha alguma coisa no modo como você o chamava pelo sobrenome, que o fazia cócegas por dentro. Então ele a seguiu, como um cachorrinho abandonado. Mas claro, que não em silêncio, ele comentava do clima, das aulas do dia, de alguma piada que Seokjin tinha feito (esquecendo completamente que a garota apenas o conhecia como um monitor qualquer da Grifinória, e não como um dos melhores amigos e mais engraçados que se poderia ter). E tudo o que a menor fazia, era caminhar em silêncio à sua frente, querendo mais que tudo que a situação acabasse tão rápido, estranho e surpreendentemente quanto começou.
Na grande biblioteca, a garota seguiu diretamente para uma das mesas de estudo ao fundo e escondida de todos. Mas enquanto caminhavam biblioteca adentro, passaram por diversas mesas vazias, que Jeon começava a se perguntar se ela estaria o levando para uma sala super secreta, e o trancaria lá para sempre.
Mas para seu alívio, a menor parou em uma mesa que a agradou, mas o rapaz não deixou de notar sua localização: fundo do biblioteca, as luzes das velas que iluminavam o local eram as mais fracas, e os dois definitivamente seriam escondidos pelo grande e pesado livreiro, repleto de livros grandes e pesados.
Deixando sua bolsa na cadeira, S/n o ordenou que se sentasse (e se surpreendeu quando ele de fato fez, a olhando com grandes olhos de bambi).
A última coisa que Jungkook viu, foi a figura feminina se esgueirardo pelos corredores da biblioteca, recolhendo livros e mais livros. O rapaz ficou observando seu vulto branco e verde andando de um lado para o outro, e começou a se perguntar como poderia se aproximar mais da garota. Veja bem, ele tinha um plano, só não pensou muito sobre ele.
Quando finalmente se deu por satisfeita, S/n voltou para a mesa, colocando os mesmos na frente do rapaz. Por Serem pesados e velhos, quando encontraram a mesa de madeira, uma leve poeira subiu ao ar, dando um tom mais dramático para o ato.
Os olhos já grandes de Jungkook crescem ainda mais, se levantando para a olhar por cima das capas duras. "O que espera que eu faça com isso?" Ele balbucia para a garota, que sorri 'docemente':
"Leia."
"Hã? Você quer que eu leia tudo isso?" O tom exasperado do moreno, a fez sorrir internamente com aquilo, mas não demonstrou "Eu achei que fosse me tutorar..."
"E eu que você fosse tão inteligente como eu, mas parece que ambos estavam errados." se sentando na cadeira a frente de Jeon, pega seus materiais para fazer seu dever, e estudar o que precisa.
"Cobrinha, não foi isso que eu pensei..." Jungkook começou a reclamar mais uma vez, usando uma voz manhosa e balbuciando, coisa que a surpreendeu, já que nunca o ouviu falar desse jeito. Mas não deixou a abalar, e apenas abriu o livro, começando com seu serviço.
"Eu também não imaginava que você seria tão chorão assim, Jeon. Pois se quiser me ter como tutora, sente-se e leia, caso contrário, desista e avise ao professor Snape."
Foi tudo o que ela disse, cutucando o ego, e lado competitivo de Jeon, com uma ousadia digno de um sonserino. Mas além de ser quem é, Jungkook também possui o melhor e o pior dos grifinórios, e não desistiria tão fácil. Portanto apesar de contrariado, o moreno bufou, se sentando e finalmente abrindo o livro começando a ler em silêncio.
...
Durante a primeira semana, enquanto andavam para a biblioteca, Jungkook ainda proclamava notícias, e reclamava todo dia, quando ela surgia com o que pareciam ser ainda mais livros Mas durante as aulas, ele pareceu esquecer do combinado, por tanto, cada ponto que ele acertava por provocação, a sonserina acumulavam mais dois "Magicamente".
"Isso não faz sentido!" Um Grifinório gruniu uma vez, olhando para a pontuação das casas. A sonserina largava com dois pontos a mais que a casa leonina. O grupo de Jungkook, que passava para poder ir ao refeitório, parou para ver qual a comoção. "Ela parece que nem fala mais nada, como eles podem estar na frente?!"
Coincidentemente Sn passava pelo mesmo caminho para também almoçar no refeitório junto à seu pequeno grupo de amigas sonserinas, ela escuta toda a comoção, e não pôde esconder o sorriso vitorioso para os rapazes
Jeon observou enquanto passava por eles, com seu orgulho ferido por ter caído na sua armadilha, mas ao mesmo tempo, maravilhado por sua ideia brilhante e sua reação. Ele estava louco pra conseguir mais daquilo.
Mas surpreendentemente na semana seguinte, o rapaz se calou. Sem mais citações de seus amigos, sem reclamações, e até ele mesmo começou a se levantar e buscar os livros par ler e fazer anotações. Uma incrível evolução, na opinião de S/n, afinal esse poderia ser um sinal que sua tortura estaria chegando ao fim.
Logo, ele passou a ser uma presença tolerável. O silêncio, cheiro de livros (e talvez o leve aroma de menta que emanava do moreno) e bebidas quentes, e o barulho calmante de penas sob o pergaminho Parecia o paraíso. Mas estava tudo muito bom pra ser verdade.
Na próxima aula de poções, Snape anunciou que deveriam se aproximar de sua mesa, pois a poção que iriam aprender tinha um truque. Ao ouvir aquilo, uma ideia do que poderia ser surgiu a mente de S/n, mas gostaria muito que não fosse, mas não teve jeito, "Amortentia" era a poção da vez, então se aproximou da bancada, e infelizmente sentiu Jeon braço a braço, com ela.
Conforme o professor explicava e fazia a poção, você anotava, e tentava nao focar no fato de que o perfume de Jungkook estava ficando cada vez mais forte.
Quando acabou, Snape deu um passo para trás, olhando a sala com a mesma feição impassível de sempre "Muito bem, alguém se voluntaria para sentir o cheiro e dizer o que sente?" todos se entreolharam, até Jimin levantar a voz, e alguns suspiros do seu lado serem escutados. Coitadas...
"Professor, acho que seria interessante pra sala se Jungkook e Sn cheirassem"
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Daddy issues || JJK

paring: mafia jk x fem¡reader
genre: smut, yandere, a bit of angst, mafia au
a/n: this isn’t proofread so sorry for spelling errors. Anyway enjoy.
MDNI 🔞
Warnings: mafia jk, married couple, virgin reader, yandere, hair pulling, unprotected sex, nonchalant jk, guns, mentions of gas station bathroom sex, ass griping, aftercare, attempted suicide, overstimulation, dom jk, kidnap, violence, submissive reader, name calling, pet names. etc;
synopsis: your nonchalant mafia husband who never pays attention to you but something changes his mind or someone..
You woke up to the breeze of the window being open, you look at the bed and notice your husband didn’t come in last night. It’s nothing new though. Not like he’s being coming anyway. Just as you’re about to hit the hay once again. Jungkook bursts into the room. “There’s breakfast made for you.” as he coldly and quickly walked out the room. you go downstairs to eat your breakfast..
When you notice jungkooks bodyguard eyeing you down. “Something i can help you with sir?” you say sternly. “n-nothing ma’am.” the bodyguard said quickly as he looks away to avoid eye contact.
“Okay, I’ll take my leave.” You stood up as you excused yourself from the table. Jungkooks bodyguard eyes follows you all the way to the sink examining your body. In paradise. Jungkook quickly notices. “Eyes off my wife.” he said in the most sexiest nonchalant way possible. “Yes sir!”
The bodyguard stood intense as he started sweating, knowing what’s about to go down once you leave the kitchen. As you’re leaving out Jungkook quickly stops you by saying your name. “Y/N” “yes?” you say surprised as he never really talked to you unless he’s telling you to do something.
“I’m taking you on a date tonight, be ready by 9.” as he walked out of the kitchen. Now you’re happy as ever this is the first date you guys have been on since your parents forced you to get to him married a year ago. He was also much older than you so you didn’t expect him to be interested in such things. As you excitedly make your way to the bathroom you quickly notice something in the end corner of your hallway but you think nothing of it.
You’re swaying to the music playing as you’re showering. However.. You hear a knock on the door. You’re confused because who would be knocking on the door? you quickly wrapped your towel around your body and opened the door. Jungkooks bodyguard? “What th-“ before you could finish your sentence he quickly grabbed you.
Muffled screams — a bag over your head. “shutup and stop moving.” he tells you as you try and kick him. “this’ll all be easy if you just shut the fuck up and go along with it.” he says in a angry tone. “Why are you doing this to me?” — “There’s always a reason for everything.”
Last thing you remember is being dragged out of your own home. “where am i?” trying to look around but it’s pitch darkness. “don’t worry about it babygirl.” his bodygaurd says as he moves a strand of hair out of your face, and plant a kiss on your cheek. “NO PLEASE.” you screamed. “please just let me go.”
“Can’t do that cutiepie.” he starts to rant about jungkook, as you try to find a way to escape. He quickly notices you and laughs. “Whatever you’re doing, it’s not gonna work.” as he pointed his gun and the back of your head.
Now more scared than ever you don’t know what to do. You wonder what jungkooks doing, if he’ll be able to save you. You just start thinking of all the possible scenarios. what if he kills me??? He slowly slides the muzzle of the gun down the back of your head.
Shit you thought to yourself, how did i get myself into this situation. as you start to cry, he gets irritated at the sound of you crying and clocks you in the back of the head with the gun. what did you ever do to him..
3 DAYS LATER
You’re waking up remember nothing that happened. It feels as you’ve been in here for days, where’s jungkook? Has he been looking for you? So many thoughts intrude your brain. As you start to break down once again, quietly.
“Why did it have to be me.” you say as you wipe a tear. You notice a dim light in the corner of the room. “are we in a barn??” you ask your self confused. You notice a shard of glass on the ground. You let your intrusive thoughts win.
Just as you were about to end it all, jungkook your savior, your husband, your everything. he comes in and screams your name as he run towards you. This is the most worried you’ve ever seen him. As he never worried about you.
He quickly grabs you and notices a long cut going down your leg, now he’s more angrier than ever. “Who did this to you Y/N? I’ll find that bastard and kill him.” You’ve never expected jungkook to be so protective of you.
“I-it was..” you try and seek out his name but once again you start to break down. “It’s okay My love if you’re not ready to say it then you don’t have to.” — “no i’m okay” you say as you sniffle. “It was andres.. your body guard” — “That bastard? How could i have been so dumb to let him around my family.”
Andres not knowing jungkook was here comes out, “i have to kill yo-.” his sentence is cut short when jungkook punches him in his face. You close your eyes as you don’t wanna see that. Your sight of them fighting is making matters even worse. “TAKE Y/N OUT OF HERE NOW.” jungkook screams at his body guards. As they grab you and put you in the car, you hear a gun shot.
Your heart drops. luckily jungkook came walking out of there. He’s looks horrible, likes he’s been the one kidnapped. You cry as you have nothing else to do. “Take care of him.” jungkook tells his bodyguards as he gets in the car.
Now more furious than ever, jungkook is speeding on highway swerving past every car. “Jungkook please slow down.” you say concerned. He looks at you and scoffs. “Y/N, i never got the chance to ask you, are you okay my love?” — You started blushing as he never asks such this. “i-im doing w-well.” barely straining the words out of your mouth.
He sets his hand on your thigh as he rubs it softly and slightly. You’re starting to get wet, at his actions. You pull up to a gas station, in the middle of nowhere. “get out, we’re getting snacks.” — you’re now as happy as ever, but as soon as you step out of the car, you fall.
Barely able to stand up, Jungkook quickly notices you and runs to grab you. “i got you sweet girl.” — you slowly wrap your arms around him as he carries you into the gas station bathroom. The cashier called out, “uh sir you can’t go into the women’s restroom.” jungkook just ignored him. He started to clean your face and around your scar, “we can’t let this get infected, now can we?” you nod your head.
You’re loving this princess treatment he’s giving you. This is probably the most he’s spoken to you since you got married. You can’t resist him as you give him a peck on his cheek. “thank you so much for this.” — “i’d do anything for my wife, even if i don’t show it.” — this made you more hornier than ever. as you dash forward and kiss him on his lips.
You quickly backed away as you covered your mouth. “im so sorry.” — “nothing to worry about sweetheart, a little kiss won’t hurt will it?” — So you start making out, the soft moans escaping your lips as he kisses down your neck. You quickly stop. “i-im a virgin.” covering your face in embarrassment. “i know darling, that’s why i didn’t do but kiss you.” as he places a soft kiss on your temple.
“Love i don’t you to have your first time in a gas station bathroom.” — he was so cute, so worried about you. It made you hornier than ever. “Let’s go home shall we?” you quickly nod your head as he carries you out the bathroom. On the way back home your coldly asleep.
It felt like as soon as you closed your eyes, you were home. jungkook doesn’t even bother waking you up. He carries you into the house. But he doesn’t take you straight to bed. He takes you to the bathroom as he wraps up your leg. “thank you kookie.” tiredly rubbing your eyes. He looks up at the nickname and tilts his head slightly. “kookie?” you dash awake as you apologize, “im sorry.” you say. “You don’t have to be sorry love.” he says as he brushes your hair to the side.
“c’mon love let me put you to bed.” you stand up and fall once again. “idk why you keep doing this to yourself, just let me carries you.” he quickly pics you up like your weight is nothing. He brings you to the bed room and lays beside you.
“Are sleeping in here tonight?” as you grab the blanket, scared to sleep by yourself. “yes love” this one sentence has you folding. “are you okay?” jungkook says as he tilts his head slightly. “yes im fine im fine.” — “ok love get some sleep.” as he cuts off the lights and you both go to bed.
You wake up, wondering if everything was a dream because you don’t see kookie next to you. You stand up, as you limp to the bathroom. Traumatized from what happened in the bathroom a couple of days ago, you quickly shut the door as you leave the room and start looking for kookie. “kookie” you say out. You turn around as you hear “yes love?” so turns out everything wasn’t a dream. You try and run but fail so you limp to him and give him a big fat hug.
“i love you.” you tell him as you hug him tightly as you could. he pushes back from the hug, “you mean that?” he says sternly. — “i do mean it kookie, i love you so much.” — “i love you to Y/N.” as he places a soft kiss on your lips. you tell him “i think im ready.” — “ready for?” he says confused, but interested— “for you to take my virginity.” — he bolts back, in confusion. “you want me to take your virginity?” — “yes kookie i’ve always saved myself until i was married.” you tell him merely embarrassed.
He hugs you in excitement, this was probably the happiest you’ve ever seen him since he normally has a resting bitch face. He picks you up as he carries you to your shared bedroom. “strip.” he says with no emotion on his face. how could he just go from excited to that. But nothing is impossible you think to yourself. You slowly start taking off your clothing.
He admires your beautiful body. “You’re so pretty love.” he tells you as you see drool coming out the side of his mouth. “kook!” you say embarrassed, i think that’s enough staring. He’s so lost in his thoughts he didn’t even hear you. He slowly walks to you and he grips your ass.
He starts kissing you down to your neck. He stops at you boobs , and admire them. “These are MINE, so beautiful.” as he takes one in and starts sucking your boob licking circles around the nipple. You can’t help but moan softly. Which turned him on big time. He started to strip and as he got naked, “suck” he tells you as he strokes his cock.
You get on your knees and slowly start licking circles around his tip. Next thing you know you’re taking him in. Deep throating his dick as he grabs your hair into a ponytail. “yes be a good little slut and suck my cock.” he tells you as he pushes your head for you to take him deeper. You stop to catch your breath breathing hard. “Your dick taste so good kookie.” You tell him as you’re on your knees like a little slut. “Stand up love.” he picks you up and places you on the bed.
He slowly starts kissing from your neck, to your chest, until he makes it to your pussy. Before he began to devour it he asked you “are you sure you wanna do this?” — you nod quickly. He’s licking small circles on your clit, “you don’t know what you’re in for love.” he tells you as he starts devouring you. You start moaning uncontrollably. All these different sensations you’re feeling that you’ve never felt before.
He grabs his cock and starts stroking it, “since you’re my wife we’re going raw.” this comment made you more wet as ever. You start to slide your hand to your pussy , but jungkook quickly slaps it away. “don’t touch.” he says as he slaps the tip of his cock on your clit. “you ready?” he ask you with a concerned look on his face. You shake your head. “words love.”
“Yes kookie please fuck me.” — this turned him on now more than ever rock hard boner. He slowly slides his cock into your pussy. “fuck you’re so tight love.” — “kookie please go slow.” you tell him as you’re in pain. He do as you says and goes slow until you feel no pain, but pleasure.
He starts picking up his paste. “fuck kookie.” — who knew he could fuck this good? he starts sucking your breast as he rubs circles on your clit. You moan in pleasure. As he start making his way up to your face as he whispers in your ear, “you’re gonna take it all babygirl.” this made you wanna cum then and there.
You start looking away in embarrassment as you moan. “Let me see those eyes.” he tells you as he moves your hands from your face. he sloppily kisses you as he fucks you harder than ever before. “kookie slow down” — “you can take this cock like the good little girl you are.” he tells you as he starts picking up his paste once again.
“You look so good beneath me.” — He turns you over as he start fucking you, grabbing your hair pulling it. You moan quietly. As you feel something building up in your stomach. “kookie.” you say. All he says is “don’t hold back love, let it out.” and so you listening and came around his cock. “Look at you coming like the good little girl you are.” he tells you as he’s still grabbing your hair. Fucking you better than ever, “i’ll give you a cream pie, fuck my kids into you.” He tells you as he’s close.
“Fuck, y/n your pussy is so good.” as he flips you back over “we aren’t don’t just yet love.” you want to take control, you want tk take over so you slowly sit on top of him as you ride him like a cowgirl. “fuck, y/n you take me so well.” just him speaking is almost sending you over edge. You continue riding him letting out soft quiet moans. “Louder, let me hear you love.” he tells you, as you begin to moan at your full length.
“I can take it.” you moan out as you feel your climax reaching once again. “you can take it love, let it out.” as he rubs your clit. You start moving slowly as your climax is reaching. “c’mon love you can do better than that.” — this riles you up, and once again you’re feeling in control.
“I’m gonna come y/n ah fuck.” he tells you as he start fucking you back. There’s an over-sensory you start feeling not knowing what it is. Overstimulation. “Fuck kook”, you say as he cream pies you once again. He flips you over as he leaves the getting ready to leave the room. “where ya going kook?” — he just ignores you and walks out the room. “feeling disappointed and discomfort, almost start to cry as you see jungkook coming in the room with a warm towel. Tears of joy in your eyes
“C’mon love let’s go shower yeah?” — you nod instantly he picks you up and takes you to the shower. Once you both get out you go to bed. The things that are to come.
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Hey cuties, this blog is dedicated to my love, my cutie patootie, sweet baby, Jungkook <3
A/N- English isn't my first language so if you see any spelling/grammatical mistakes, please ignore them :)
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one shot, smut 18+, jealous/possessive jk, fluff, nicknames, aftercare, dom jk
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pairing : jungook x reader
genre : smut , angst
warnings : against the car , in the car , oral sex ( f recieving ) , spanking , jealousy , ft. lil bit of taehyung ;) , toxic relationship , uses of words like "slut" (during sex) , exhibitionism (kinda) , teasing , unprotected sex
a/n : idk what this is but hope u enjoy LOL. and dont ask me why the name of this is woof woof woof idk either umm
.・゜゜・ ・゜゜・. .・゜゜・ ・゜゜・
Me and him were always on and off. Jeon Jungkook, I mean. Not the man I was currently on top of right now. That's Kim Taehyung. He was hot, very hot, and the fact that he was Jungkook's best friend made it even hotter. Taehyung knew me and Jungkook were something, whatever we called it. But at this moment, he did not give a single fuck.
His head was thrown back as his hands roamed under the silk material of my black mini dress, all over my ass. My clothed core was pressed against his crotch, grinding slowly. Hands tangled in Taehyung's messy locs, his tongue licks over the spot right under my ear. He nibbles and sucks on the spot gently, taking his time.
I continued moving my hips, begging for some more friction. I wanted something, but not skin to skin contact. Not with Taehyung. I had other plans.
A small moan slips past my lips as I grab Taehyung's wrist before placing it on my right breast. Taehyung's eyes flicker with excitement, his hands immediately squeezing both of my breasts tight. I could tell he was excited, to touch me and to hold me, too bad you weren't going to let him get his way. Didn't think Jungkook's so called best friend would be this unloyal.
I let out a small whine purposely into Taehyung's ear, pretending to be feeling something, as my hand slide into his pocket to pull out his phone. Laying back a bit, I look at Taehyung with puppy eyes, signalling him to unlock his phone. He raises his eyebrow at me, a little confused.
"Wan' to give Jungkook a show..." I tilt my head to the side, giving him my most seductive smile. Taehyung lets out a devilish laugh as he unlocks the phone. Men are so easy.
I place a kiss on his cheek as a thank you, my eyes scanning through his messenger app in search of Jungkook's chat. I find it, the corner of my lip curving into a smirk. I click on the small camera icon at the bottom of the chat, then pressing record.
Looking at the camera with my eyes big and glossy and the prettiest smile on my face, I then look down to Taehyung, who's face was now smothered in my tits. Cracking up my laugh, which I know Jungkook loves, I push Taehyung's face further into my tits. He wasn't even doing anything, why's he so boring.
You pretend to like it, arching my back more, fake moans escaping my mouth as I grind myself onto him. To make my man who'll be seeing this even madder, I make sure to moan Taehyung's name.
"Mmm, Taehyung!" it sounded so fake but that didn't matter. You knew Jungkook would recognise how fake that was anyway. All I wanted to do was to make Jungkook mad. For him to take me home after, then fuck the living shit out of me, then tell me he loves me and make up. And for then, not that I want it, but for this cycle to repeat because one of us just have to fuck up each time. But I didn't care, not one bit, I'd go back to him each and every time. And I know he would too.
Without wasting more time, I click send. It didn't take a second for Jungkook to view the message. Internally, I was giggling at sight of the two blue checkmarks. I almost forgot about the man beneath me.
you : [video]
jkkk🤘🏻: ???
rlly y/n? im omw, he better not be on ur fucking cunt when i get there.
My eyes beam at his reply. He's on his way. Please come quickly and get me away from this man. You let out a groan, way too bored. He was still on my tits, just touching them all over.
About 5 minutes of the same thing — yes, 5. You wonder if he's ever had a woman on his bed before — Jungkook comes crashing in. We were at a party, he knew where we were because you guess Taehyung must've told him where he'd be tonight, definitely not expecting to have me grinding on him. You watch Jungkook's eyes scan the party trying to find us, with your head resting on top of Taehyung's shoulders as he did whatever he did.
Jungkook looked so good. He had his shoulder length hair down, a black wife beater on, his pants hung low rise showing off his calvin klein boxers which I love with a black belt to hold it all together. And to add the cherry on top, he also had a thin silver chain dangling from his neck. Not just any chain, it was the I had gifted him. He was a walking snack, no wonder every woman turned their heads to look at him wherever he went. Too bad, he's mine.
Jungkook's eyes land on mine, then on the man I was on. His eyebrows furrowed, oh he was mad, his tongue poked his cheek as he walked towards us. In no time, he hand was on my arm, pulling me off of Taehyung.
"Really, Taehyung? My girl, out of everyone?" My girl. I felt butterflies in my stomach. I hear him yelling at Taehyung a few more words, but they all sound muffled to me. The only thing I could focus on was "my girl". If only he made it official. We've been boyfriend and girlfriend so many times, breaking up and getting back together. I don't care. I'd still do it. To be with him.
After spitting his last few words out, he turns his head to look at me, eyebrows still furrowed and mad.
"And you. Could've just fucking called me. Had to fuck my best friend to get my attention? Huh?"
He looked so mad, I loved it.
Jungkook's grip on my hand never leaves as he storms down through the crowd with me, leaving Taehyung all alone and frustrated. I grip onto his bicep as we walk down the stairs.
I sigh, breaking the silence.
"I missed you"
"Yeah, fucking right, Y/n. That's why you went and seduced my best friend?"
I sigh, releasing his arm.
"I missed you a lot, Jungkook. I'm sorry about before. I just — I don't know, okay? Sometimes I get so insecure about you with other girls. I don't know how you are, considering how we're always on and off and never stable."
"Oh, yeah? So that makes it okay for you to grind your ass on Taehyung?!" He raises his voice at me. We were literally yelling at eachother in the car park.
"JUNGKOOK! I don't want Taehyung, I want YOU! I don't know why I did that but everything I do is because of you, and FOR YOU because I want you, and-and I don't want you to b-be with some other girl! I'm sorry, okay? Fuck, I got jealous and I stormed out of your house and today I got with Taehyung because I wanted to make you jealous and I wanted you to come pick me and take me home and make love to me and-and then we'd go back to the usual! As always! Like we always do! We always break up and then—"
I was shut up by him crashing his lips onto mine, pushing me against his mercedes. The kiss was rough and hungry, he had both of my arms pinned onto the car. He then pulls out,
"You ramble way too much sometimes, baby"
His thumb skims past my lower lip, eyes shifting from my lips to my eyes. He kisses me again, taking my lower lip between his lips as he gently sucks and bites on them. I melt into his kisses, my body almost sliding down the car but he holds me up with his arms that are holding onto my waist. We make out for about 1 more minute before I pull away, desperately in need of air.
He stares at me with a smirk before I try to catch my breath, his finger twirling one of my curls.
I calm my breathing down, finally, then look at him with a smile. "You good?" He says, teasingly, his knee coming in between my legs. I nod my head, feeling his knee glide up my thigh slowly. I let my clothed pussy sit on his knee, my hands traveling up to my breasts to squeeze them through the material. I nod, my eyes drowsy. Jungkook's knee begins to rub my clit slowly, creating some friction. But not enough.
I begin to grind onto his knee as he lets out a laugh.
"This is what you wanted? Hm?" He lightly slaps my cheek. I nod my head repeatedly. I let out a shaking breath, fastening my pace on his knee.
"Yeah, go on, get yourself off on my knee like the slut you are" his fingers caress my collarbones, slowly gliding them down the small dip of my top to highlight my breasts, his fingers now disappearing in between them. His eyes were filled were lust, tongue poking his cheek, his fingers hook onto the top of my dress before pulling down enough to expose my breasts. I swear I saw his eyes sparkle for a good two seconds. That just made me wetter.
Unknowingly, a moan slip past my lip as I find myself reaching my high. This was so fucking embarrassing in a way, cumming from just grinding on his knee. But it didn't matter, it was him.
"Aah, ah!" I rub my clit over my panties a few several times, finally feeling myself release. It felt like a sticky mess down there. My chest rises up and down as I let out a few breaths out. Shit, I just came. Suddenly, I feel the embarrassment kicking in. My face flushed in red, I try to look away to avoid the gaze of the man whom I just got off of.
"Too embarrassed now? Look at yourself, baby, you're fucking worn out from just my knee" He laughs. It almost feels mocking.
Jungkook's hands glide up my thighs, hooking onto the bottom lace of my dress as he lifts it upto my waist. Right now, my mini dress was just hiked up to my waist from both ends, leaving me almost completely naked.
The smirk in his face never disappears as Jungkook gets down on his knees. His eyes fixed on my wet clothing. Hands now on the waistband of the lace material, he pulls them down upto my knees. My bare pussy all wet and out for him, Jungkook wastes absolutely no time before diving in with a long stripe.
Fuck, finally.
My back arches, hand immediately flying to grip onto his long hair. His tongue licks my bud in a circular motion, then up and down my folds. I feel him place a few kisses all over, making me even wetter. Jungkook releases a breath, then a small hum and he dives back into my pussy. His eyes were closed, displaying his pretty lashes, his mouth skillfully working down there. I moan out his name, thrusting my hips forwards onto his feet. Jungkook groans into my pussy, sending vibrations down me.
"F-fuck...so good! Baby, don't stop" My head was thrown back against his car, tits out, back arched, pussy getting eaten. It was quite the view. Not to mention, we were still at the car park. Anyone could run into us anytime.
Jungkook pulls away for a moment just to spit on my pussy, and before it could dribble down my legs, his tongue catches it as he licks his trail up, back to my clit before he circles my sensitive bud again. He rubs it in the form of an 8, his hand now in between my legs, middle finger rubbing my folds. I feel and hear him hum once again, right before his finger enters me slowly, making me let out a gasp.
I quickly cover my mouth with my hands, lowering my head down to look at the man in between my legs, eating me out and fingering me so good.
I feel his big arms on my thighs, nails digging right into the flesh as they part out my legs even more. Jungkook raises his head up to look at me, letting me get a clear sight of his face fully covered in my slick as his tongue and fingers continue to work on me so good.
His teeth suddenly tug onto my bud, pulling it a bit before releasing it. Shit, he's driving me crazy.
I roll my eyes back, back arching even more. A long whine escapes my mouth as I look down at Jungkook who was now sucking hickeys onto my thighs while his fingers worked on me.
Fuck, I wish I could have him in between my legs like this every single day.
A few seconds later, a gasp leaves my mouth along with a series of whines and moans. Shit, I really was a mess. I was cumming, again, this time all over his mouth and chin. Some even dripped down to the floor and onto his tank top. I stared down at him. I couldn't help but think of how fucking hot he looked like this. Hair messed up, face flushed red and my juices all over him.
"Jungkook, so good..." My chest was rising up and down trying to catch my breath, but I could feel Jungkook's gaze fixed on nothing but my breasts. Next thing, he stands up, his hand digging inside his front pocket to pull out his car key. Impatiently, he unlocks the car.
"Get in the car, baby"
I don't bother replying, already knowing what's happening. A small giggle slips past my lips as I open the car door, stepping inside. I make sure he gets a full view of my ass out in the air and legs spread. In return, I get a spank on my right cheek and a laugh.
I laugh back, making myself comfortable as I just lay there, ass up face down at the back of the car. I didn't need him to tell me twice.
"You know me so well, Y/n." His hand leaves another spank on my right cheek. I hear him get in the car, then close the door. Thankfully, the car was big enough for the both of us to be moving like this.
Jungkook takes in the sight in front of him, his hands palming my cheeks. He then spreads them apart, spitting right in between. He groans as he watches it dribble down my cheeks. His fingers come in contact with my pussy, spreading my juices around so good. I let out small moans, feeling my body relax.
Jungkook's fingers leave a small pat on it before retrieving his fingers back. Right after, I hear the sound of his belt getting removed. The thought of dick inside me itself could make me cum just now. I was so so ready to cum, for the third round.
I turn my head around took at him as he pulls down his pants, then his boxers, and finally releasing his dick out. And god, was he big. He pulls it out then gives it a few pumps. I wiggle my ass, running out of patience.
"Jungkook, I want you inside me now. Please." I emphasise on the 'now'.
"Alright, baby. Anything for you" his lips leave a small kiss on my asscheek. My breathing halts for a second at the feeling of the tip of his dick rubbing against my folds, so teasingly slow.
"Mm, I'll go crazy..." I feel my eyes getting drowsy at the feeling.
"Me too, sweetheart, me too." His other hand glides up my back, caressing it gently. Jungkook pushes in his tip, just a little, making me let out a long whine. He's teasing me!
"Fuck you! Just fuck me! Please!" I almost let out a cry.
Jungkook mocks me once again with a laugh, his tip now a little bit more in. Fuck, why's he doing this. I groan, thinking of taking things into my own matter. My eyes roll back as I bounce back on his dick.
"Shit!" He was now fully inside me, and I couldn't name a better feeling. I grip onto the leather of the seat, slowly gliding myself up and down his dick. Shit, he was so perfect.
"Mmm, so fucking desperate for this dick? That's what you are now?" His palms lay flat on my ass cheeks, supporting me as I bounce backwards on his dick. I nod my head repeatedly as an answer, shouting out small yesses.
My moans and Jungkook's low groans were all we could hear, and the faint sound of his dick going in and out of my heat.
A few more thrusts later, I feel myself getting tired.
"Fuck..." a groan leaves my mouth, my body instantly falling down to the seat. Sex is a whole workout.
"Tired already?" His fingers brush away a few strands of my hair that's sticked to my forehead. I nod, finding myself relaxing to his touch.
Jungkook's smirk grows wider, he flips me onto my back, his body now hovering over me. He looked so majestic, tall and beautiful. My eyes travel from his broad muscular shoulders, down to his arms — big, tattooed and veins popping out —, his sharp v-line, then upwards to his abs glistening with sweat. Eyes traveling lower, I take the image of his dick in, standing tall and proud. Fuck, I think I got wetter.
Unknowingly, my lips part and a small whimper goes out. Jungkook raises an eyebrow, that smug look on his face never leaving.
I know I'm boosting his ego so much right now, for sure.
Jungkook grabs my hand, starting to trail kisses slowly from my fingers to my arm. He kisses my arm, then along my shoulder blade, his other hand pulling my thighs apart. My mouth leaving out a few whimpers, I play with my breasts at the sight of his hand now pumping his dick again. One last tug on my nipple, Jungkook thrusts his dick inside me again, both of us letting out gasps.
He starts to thrust in and out, slowly. I whine loudly, eyes closed and lips apart.
"Baby, fuck— you're so wet!" Jungkook breathes out, fastening his pace. I was so wet that we could hear the sound of it. I bite my lower lip, both hands gripping onto his shoulders. His pace increases more and more, same way my nails dig deep into his shoulders. I know for fact that he'll see nail marks all over his skin next morning. His hips crash into mine repeatedly, balls slapping against my ass cheeks. Fuck, is there anything better than this?
"Jungkook, you're so good, you're making me feel so good~" I moan out, gasping and grunting in the middle. His head bops repeatedly, eyebrows raised, face filled with pleasure.
A few more powerful thrusts later, I feel my high reaching. "Shit, I'm gonna cum" I shout, his thumb on my clit, rubbing fast — adding some extra friction. "Fuck, you're gonna cream my dick nice? Yeah?" He lands a few spanks on my ass, never slowing down his pace. Jungkook's eyes glue onto my tits as they bounce up and down due to his fast pace. I clench around him, his low groans and grunts being his respond as my clenching never stops.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck—" a series of curses leave my lips, eyes rolling back I feel myself orgasm all over him. My cum leaks out, making a mess when his hips clash with ass repeatedly. We were so sticky and sweaty. The smell of sex was taking over.
Jungkook arches his neck back, thrusting in a few times more before he pulls out, tip leaking with cum. He jerks himself off onto my stomach, a bit landing on my tits even. His cum spurts out, cum all over my upper body.
He sighs, his chest rising up and down, same as me. I mewl, eyes closed as I try to catch my breath.
"Fuuuuck," Jungkook groans, "that was hot." I laugh a little at his comment, lightly nodding my head.
He smiles at me before reaching his arm out to the front of the car, then grabbing a pack of tissues. Jungkook returns, pulling out a few tissues and then wiping my chest with it. Then down there as well, I relax at the feeling.
He then throws the dirty tissue away, locking eyes with me.
I crawl onto his lap, my arms engulfing his neck. Jungkook hums, wrapping his arms around my waist. My head on his bare chest, I relax to his little caresses. If only we could lay like this forever. There was a small silence between us. I could tell that we both were thinking about what I had said before, right before we started get all over eachother.
"Jungkook." I decide to break the silence.
"Yeah?" He answers immediately.
"I'm sorry."
"Me too."
I pull away to look at him, his big eyes already looking at me.
"I'm sorry for making you jealous with Taehyung. I shouldn't have done that." I admit.
"And I'm sorry for going out with Aeri before. I should've told you, baby, fuck, but I promise we didn't do anything."
He says, sincerely.
"Okay." I nod.
"Can we—can we please get back together?"
"We never broke up. You just stormed out mad." He says.
I press my lips tightly, feeling guilty.
"Jungkook", I press the side of my cheek onto his chest again.
"Do you still love me?"
He cracks a small laugh, "Baby, what are you asking? I've always loved you."
"I think we have issues." The words leave in a small, almost inaudible voice. I don't want to admit to it.
"We always fight, breakup, then we make eachother jealous, then we make love, then we make up—then it repeats." I murmer.
Jungkook sighs, I could tell he was admitting to what I was saying.
"Give us one more chance, baby. Let's work this out. I promise you this time. I'll be everything you need."
"You're already everything I need." I whisper.
"I love you, Y/n"
"I love you more, Jungkook"
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*visible gulp*
I missed you a lot here 💜 good to see you back!
I've been struggling with insomnia for a while now and I keep searching for soft ASMR or drabbles to fall asleep.
I have a soft taetaeme req (☠️) yeah I'll choose the most unusual genre of man to make you write fluffy drabble for me.
Kaiho!Jungkook (oops 🥹)
I want this inhuman to be like a human even if it's for a short span of time.
maybe could you write a fluffy drabble of him being all soft for her, back hugging her in the shower while she brushes her teeth half asleep with closed eyes but she woke up just to cook for him (even tho it's a sunday)
and he kisses her and maybe rewards her with sum intense oral uwu. You obviously do add and enhance according to your ideas.
Much love
Evie 🧚🏻♀️
opus kaiho, drabble number 3 / tatemae series 建前:
pairing: detective!jeon jeongguk x trophy!wife reader genre: fluff, smut, marriage!au, age-gap!au (7 years). words: 3.375. (cmon guys, it's been long established that i am incapable of understanding the meaning of the word 'drabble'.) warnings: i suck at fluff so brace yourselves for the second-hand embarrassment lmao, showering together, smexy times, eating out, fingering, pussy licking, orgasm (f), kaiho!jjk accidentally walks through a portal and becomes soft for a night ahaha, js. original one-shot: kaiho part of: tatemae; 建前 — a bts series a/n: i am sorry love that you are having sleeping issues. i have had insomnia since middle school now and at this point i have just given up on having a sleeping routine. i really hope you can return back to your rhythm very soon! i had to physically restrain myself from writing angst ahahah xD also, if it feels like jk is not that great at pleasuring his wife, it's intentional because although i wanted to make it super fluffy for you but kaiho!jk gotta stay true to his character to some degree uwu. hope you enjoy! <3
jeongguk unlocked the front door with the personal key attached to his car keys and his desk-locker key from work. his head coming in contact with the material of the door briefly while his hands manoeuvred the lock to finally open the door as he let out a soft sigh.
he hates summers, it is brutal. while the world is enjoying summer breaks, he is working double shifts due to the sheer number of officers submitting requests for vacations.
bam greeted his owner at the doorway, sniffing jeongguk's pant legs while his tail wagged. he can always smell the faint traces of the police labrador retriever dog from his owner's work clothes.
"there's my good boy," a smile appeared on jeongguk's otherwise tired face as he scratched bam's head affectionately.
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the detective made his way inside the house, with bam on his tail, taking off his jacket and discarding it on the kitchen countertop. he was expecting to see you in the kitchen, given you usually are arranging dinner at this time. finding the space empty, he meant to walk away to the bedroom but noticed two boxes of chocolate wrapped in a ribbon. they looked like they were about to melt so jeongguk stored them in the refrigerator before finally making his way to the bedroom.
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taking off his department badge, he kept it away on the nightstand but owing to his carelessness, the badge fell to the floor in the narrow space between the bed and the nightstand. he would have picked it up but his mind was preoccupied with the sound of the shower running. barely unbuttoning his shirt, jeongguk pushed open the bathroom door with a soft nudge of his feet.
there you were, taking a cold shower to fight the summer. you were facing the shower, just letting it wash away the heat while some pop song blasted through your mobile that you had propped somehow to prevent it from touching the water.
jeongguk walked in through the crack in the shower curtains with his work trousers still on, "hey baby," his hands slowly wrapped around your waist, closing in a wrap with one hand on top of the other right above your belly button.
you wringed the water from your hair, which trailed down jeongguk's chest, before turning to him, "hi," a lump in your throat from the inactivity. it has been way too hot these days and you refuse to go out anywhere, only ever stepping out if it is an utmost necessity.
(the game of 'do i absolutely need this?' 'is it absolutely necessary for survival?' playing way too often on your mind)
earlier in the afternoon you noticed that bam's dog food had finished so you made a trip to the local supermarket with bam. you love shopping with him, because although he is a ray of sunshine but a doberman still scares the shit out of people so the annoying salesmen stationed at almost every other aisle these days with their free samples never approach you; an all-in-all peaceful shopping trip.
while you were checking out the items, at the cashier counter there were boxes of chocolates stacked with the tag 'buy 1 get 1!'. you cannot recall seeing your husband eating sugary food as much, he mostly eats meals at home and you do not really keep track of what he eats while he is at work. you would not necessarily call him a dessert person. so the debate went on for a while before you finally got one box and checked it out too. you are not sure why you bought them but you just wanted to get your husband some chocolates? what is so wrong with it? why can't you just get your husband some chocolates? :/
"you are taking an early shower today," your husband mentioned from behind you, his chin coming to rest on your shoulder, letting the shower water run over him.
"gguk, it's 1am," you mumbled, your hands coming down to rest atop his. unspoken, your bodies started swaying slightly to the tune of the song blasting through your phone as a slow song came on the shuffle.
for a brief moment he stopped moving but then continued the motion, "right. i am sorry, it's been so tiring these days. i've lost track of time. did you have dinner?"
"no." you replied with bated breath, a part of you was waiting for him to initiate something. i mean given his past nature, isn't it a given that this is going to lead to sex?
but your husband lives to surprise you. his hands never unclasped from your waist, but instead stayed firmly in place.
"you don't need to wait for me if i'm late," his face nuzzled in the crook of your neck, inhaling the scent of your body wash.
"it's not fun eating alone," you finally released the tension, letting your figure slump back on his.
"mhm," humming, jeongguk closed his eyes.
"hey hey hey," your sprinkled some water on his face watching him scrunch his nose up which made you chuckle, "i know you are going to fall asleep. let's go eat."
"noooo," there was a whiny tone in his voice, as he only tightened his grip when you tried to break free.
"you need to eat, don't you have duty in the morning?"
"i am going to set fire to that precinct, every time i finish some paperwork, another pile of files just get dumped on my desk."
"wow, any other pyromaniac tendencies that i should know of?"
"please let's just stay like this, just for a while," jeongguk turned you around to face him this time, to stare into your eyes as intently as he had on your wedding day while reciting his vows.
"you'll catch a cold, sick gguk is a whiny little complaining brat," you chuckled, wrapping your arms around his neck, your bare chest coming in contact with his.
"i don't care," he kept swaying with you, his hold around you comforting as his arms enveloped you whole like a warm shawl.
"we shouldn't waste water," you suggested once more.
"i don't care," he reiterated again. there was not a single ounce of annoyance in his voice, he seemed at peace with his face nuzzling into your neck again.
a few moments passed before you reached your hand behind your back to turn the knob off, "i got you chocolates."
"huh? why?" again, he was not annoyed, just genuinely surprised.
"what do you mean why? i can't get my husband some chocolates?!" you pulled away from the embrace, your hands propped on his chest, the vein in your forehead pulsing; ready to throw hands.
"whoa whoa whoa, baby, calm down."
"no tell me why! why can't i just get you chocolates? what's so wrong in that?" you glared daggers at him.
"you..." jeongguk let a soft chuckle, "you are so tiny and cute."
"i got you chocolates and you are going to eat them."
"won't say i'm much fond of them but i guess it won't hurt to try."
"yes, you're going to eat them and smile and say 'thank you my dear wife, you're the best. what would i possibly do without you'"
"is that so?"
"yes and then-"
he cut you off this time, "and then i will return the favour and maybe eat you out for the dessert after dessert."
you hit his chest laughing before finally breaking free of the embrace this time, "wash up, i will get dinner ready."
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"where are the chocolates?" you asked as you walked into the bedroom after warming up the dinner.
jeongguk was sprawled across the bed, his eyelids drooping down with sleep, the water from his semi-wet hair being soaked by the pillow cover, "i put them in the fridge," he yawned mid-sentence.
"well, the food's ready. let's go."
"you take out the chocolates and i will be there."
humming, you walked out to the kitchen and opened the fridge door but did not find the box anywhere. rummaging around the vegetables tray and behind the other tupperware boxes, you opened the freezer door just to be sure and lo and behold, he had put it in the freezer over the ice tray and now the packet was frozen and sticking to the ice tray.
"jeon jeongguk!" you speed-walked to the bedroom only to find him fast asleep, soft snores filling the silence in the room.
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next morning:
pressing on the volume up button, you quieted down the alarm blaring like a war horn on a beautiful sunday morning at 05:00. your husband gets early day offs on sundays but he has to clock into work early too.
putting on a headband to keep your hair away from the face, you walked to the washroom by muscle memory as your eyes were half-lidded from sleep. you reckoned if you had fallen asleep again, you might not be able to wake up on time so you pushed yourself off the bed. you squeezed the toothpaste tube on the bristles of your toothbrush, unsure if it indeed was the toothpaste or your facewash, you started brushing. your rhythm faltered every now and then as you kept falling asleep doing the mundane routine.
most mornings you wake up about half an hour before jeongguk has to leave for work. he is not a picky eater and eats whatever you put on a plate in front of him. actually, most mornings he is done making sandwiches by the time you wake up to make him something. you both then enjoy the sandwich he made as you see him off to work.
since he went to sleep last night on an empty stomach (and so did you, missy), you wanted to make him a heavy breakfast, something more than just two pieces of bread.
halfway through, you heard your alarm again and your eyes shot open. you must have snoozed your alarm instead of dismissing it and five minutes later it blared again. your brain must have lagged from the sleep because by the time you finally decided that 'oh hey i should turn off the alarm before jeongguk wakes up,' jeongguk already had woken up and appeared behind you.
"morning," he mumbled before walking inside to use the toilet.
you finally finished washing up and pat dry your face with the towel by the time your husband walked out, his eyes all scrunched up, his hand scratching an itch on his belly.
"why are you up so early?"
"to make breakfast for you," you said walking into the bedroom.
"i don't leave for like more than two hours, let's go back to sleep."
"i know," you hummed, fixing your hair.
before he could protest further and albeit successfully convince you to come back to bed, you walked to the kitchen and got the breakfast started.
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you served two bowls of naengmyeon and galbitang before returning to the cooking station to finish the last dish which you mean to pack for his lunch at work.
by the time you turned the stove off after giving it a last stir, the bibimbap was perfectly cooked. still standing there meaning to clean up, you felt jeongguk sneaking up behind you, hugging you close. this movement and position are slowly feeling so familiar to you; you can get used to this.
"who is going to eat all this?" he asked softly, placing soft kisses along the side of your neckline.
"you are," you asserted, wiping away the spills from the stovetop.
"but then what about my dessert?"
"the chocolates?"
"no, you."
your head had a whiplash with the way you turned to him.
"what? you thought i was rambling last night? i remember everything i say, baby."
"you have to go to work," shrugging, you casually mentioned the time restraint.
"it's worth to be late 'cause of that."
"get ready," elbowing him in the belly, you tried to pus him away but jeongguk was unrelenting today.
his lips were already on your soft spot, his tongue darting out to allow soft kittenish licks — you held your place but what definitely pushed you over the edge was his hand, wrapped around your lower stomach, slowly creeping down, his palm taking shape to sculpt your mound. the moment his hand came in touch with the sensitive bundle of nerves down there, your spine bent over — almost in routinely motion to such ministrations — giving way for your ass to attach snuggly and poke into his crotch area.
"your body is so soft and sensitive to my touch," your husband mentioned from behind you. he took a step back and helped guide you to the kitchen countertop on the other side of the cooking station, urging you — with soft touches and gestures of his hands to get on top of the counter. you did as he bid, getting on your knees on the counter, your ankles slightly falling off the edge but were firmly supported by jeongguk's hands which crept up the satin slip dress. it already barely covered your asscheeks, all he had to do was push it up by a few inches and he had a clear view of your panties.
"so delicious," he hummed, more to himself, as he lowered himself to come face to face with your heat. his hands which crept up to your hips moved towards the hem of your panties — hooking his fingers on either side, he slid the material down to your bent knees. a single string of arousal connected to the crotch of your panties stretched, extended to its limit and broke into thin air following that movement. jeongguk licked his lips, the corners of his mouth watering at the sight in front of him — he is hungry, both literally and figuratively.
he let his fingers massage your clitoral hood, the thin flap of skin moving in a rhythmic motion, sending incomplete jolts throughout your body. feeling the bit of arousal now on the pad of his fingers, jeongguk used his index fingers to hold the flaps open to expose the tiny nub of flesh full of nerve endings to the open air. it felt both cold and hot at the same time, making your toes twitch.
it felt like eternity but in reality it had been only mere seconds before jeongguk's tongue protruded out and flicked against your little nub, slowly at first before picking up a steady tempo — stimulating that tight bundle of nerves as they let out tension, becoming putty at your husband's expense. all this time, you held your lips tautly together, only letting escape soft hums of affirmation; 'nnngh' 'mmhm'. one of your palms was connected flat out to the marble top while the other was curled at the edge, holding on to the cold surface to maintain your balance.
jeongguk touched your vulva with the base of his tongue and slowly moved his head upwards from the bottom of your vagina to the top till the tip of his tongue passed over your clitoris. he repeated the motion a few times, breaking contact every time he reached the top and then starting over from the bottom till he started feeling the arousal now leak out on his tongue. to cover as much of your vagina, he kept his tongue relaxed, wide and flat, letting his head and neck muscles do the work while his tongue stayed unmoving. (the secret to that killer jawline.) he was able to maintain the pace for a few moments before speeding up his ministrations.
a soft 'ah' left your lips, finally verbalizing your moaning but much like female masturbation, speed only takes you over to the edge but does not bring about that much needed final release. looking forward, you glanced at the clock in the dining hall which read 06:59 and your husband has to leave by 07:30 for duty. letting your upper body lower down to the cold marble — your nipples becoming hard and sticking out in a painful stance — you let your dominant hand reach down to that little bundle of nerves and started massaging it, accompanying jeongguk's movements.
"yes, just like that," you almost regretted moaning that out because your husband quickened up his pace. you made a mental note to tell him later that just like that does not mean speed up, it always means keep that steady motion.
bursting away those thought bubbles, you let yourself drown in the overstimulation, feeling yourself reaching that edge.
"let it go baby, let me taste it all," he lapped his tongue at the arousal, making sinful noises echo throughout the walls. this time when he started over, you did not feel his tongue on your vagina next but his lips as he sucked up your clit — sucking and releasing.
"fuck," your toes curled up, eyes closed shut as your fingers picked up speed as well.
"mine mine mine, yes," he let a slap on your right asscheek.
just a bit more of his growing unsteady ministrations along with your fingers working that coiled nub and you came undone on his tongue, finally letting your upper body completely flat on the countertop, your lungs taking in the air.
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jeongguk took a quick shower and got dressed, trying to hurry up as he was going to be late.
"well what about the breakfast? i made all that for you!"
"pack it all, i will eat in the precinct."
"no you wont, i know your team will eat the most of it."
"i promise i will eat it."
"well you better, i am your wife and i made that food for you." you pointed your index finger and tapped at his chest.
"well of course you are my wife and yes that food is for me. now hurry up, baby," he gently spanked your left asscheek this time, making it even from earlier, after finishing buttoning up his shirt. you rolled your eyes walking out to the kitchen to pack the food.
jam-packing all of the food into bento boxes, you finished with keeping the box of chocolates on top of the insulated carry-on lunch bag.
jeongguk, now completely clad in his uniform, came out and took the bag from you in a hurry. well, it was 07:47 already so he was late, "bye," pecking your lips, he walked out.
after the door closed behind him, you took out last night's dinner and put it in the oven to warm it up since you still haven't eaten anything and just packed away all of the breakfast.
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it hadn't even been ten minutes when you heard your phone ringing.
"hey, what's up?"
"i left my badge at home."
"where is it?"
"i think i put it on the nightstand."
you were already in the bedroom looking for the badge by the time he mentioned it, "nope, it's not here."
"then i don't know woman, i need it."
"men," you rolled your eyes before cutting the call.
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after finishing your breakfast and retrieving the badge with the help of bam, you walked into your husband's precinct with the badge in your hand when you noticed the team gathered around jeongguk's table.
making your way over, the smell of food wafted your nostrils and you watched as the team relished the breakfast while your husband had maybe bit of it.
minjun turned after swallowing the last spoonful of the bibimbap, "oh mrs jeon, thank you so much for the breakfast. it's great!"
you gave him a close-lipped smile, blinking a few too many times before turning to your husband who took a visible gulp.
after the crowd in front of your dispersed you slammed the badge down on his table and meant to walk away, but jeongguk got a hold of your wrist.
"look i saved the chocolates for myself."
"ahha? you mean the one that i see in yoona's hand?"
jeongguk stared down at his desk in panic, his eyes searching for the box of chocolates that he had kept aside to eat later, "those sneaky bastards."
"i am never cooking for you again, jeon jeongguk."
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TITLE: 𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙈𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝘿𝙖𝙮🍦✨ (“𝘒𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘦 𝘊𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘠𝘰𝘶”) 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 2
“𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴, 𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦-𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮, 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 2 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬. 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘢 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘉𝘦𝘯𝘻 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 ‘𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺.’”
𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 idol jk! jungkook x reader(f)reader
𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆 fluff, beginning love, butterflies, slow burn
𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 4,120
⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。⋆
The world around you feels surreal, like you’ve stepped into a dream you don’t want to wake from. As you clutch your phone in trembling hands, Jungkook’s name glows on the screen, accompanied by the text you’ve read at least three times now. 𝘉𝘶𝘻𝘻𝘻𝘻, another text.
“𝙄 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙄’𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄’𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣.” A soft smile plays on your lips, your heart racing as you type back a response.
Your fingers hover over the keys, a sudden rush of nervousness making you second-guess every word. But then you remember the way he looked at you earlier—like you were the only person in the room—and your confidence builds.
“𝙃𝙞 𝙅𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙤𝙤𝙠, 𝙄’𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙤.”, you finally reply with your pulse quickening as you hit send.
Seconds later, your phone buzzes with his reply: “𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩. 𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚. 𝙎𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙣 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙧?” You respond quickly to Jungkook. “𝙄’𝙢 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙙! 𝙔𝙚𝙨, 𝙙𝙧𝙤𝙥 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚. 𝙎𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙣.”
Your phone buzzes again, pulling you out of your thoughts. It’s Jungkook. “𝙇𝙚𝙩’𝙨 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙖𝙩 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙠. 𝙄𝙩’𝙨 𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙩, 𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙡𝙡 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙩. 𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙚’𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨.” Seconds later, the location pings on your phone. You quickly map it, noting it’s only 12 minutes away. Relief washes over you—plenty of time to freshen up and make sure you’re at your best.
You glance around, noticing a makeup store in the plaza just a few steps away. Drawn by the bright lights and displays of colorful packaging, you wander inside. The shelves are lined with K-beauty products, their pastel tones and charming designs tempting you to grab one of everything. Lip tints, cushion foundations, serums promising glass-like skin—it’s a paradise for any beauty lover. Time seems to slip away as you explore, your nerves easing with every swatch and test.
Finally, you check the time: 6:45. You make your way to the restroom, pulling out your essentials. A quick touch-up on your makeup, a few adjustments to your hair, a spritz of perfume—it’s all part of the ritual. As you look at yourself in the mirror, the realization hits again. You’re about to meet Jungkook. The thought sends a flutter through your chest, but you shake it off, determined to stay cool.
At 7:00 sharp, you step outside and call for a Kakao ride, the night air brushing against your skin. You’re ready.
As the Kakao glides through the streets of Seoul, your heart feels like it’s racing to catch up with the moment. The city lights blur past the window, their soft glow reflecting the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside you. You clutch your phone tightly, replaying Jungkook’s last text in your mind. “𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙡𝙡 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙩.” There’s a warmth in his words that makes your cheeks flush, and you can’t help but wonder if he’s just as nervous as you are.
Questions swirl in your head, each one louder than the last. 𝘋𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘰? 𝘖𝘳 𝘢𝘮 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵? But then you think of the way he looked at you earlier, how his gaze lingered, and your heart flutters again. You try to calm yourself, taking deep breaths and glancing at the passing scenery to ground yourself.
Finally, the car slows to a stop. You glance at the park Jungkook suggested, its entrance softly lit by fairy lights strung along the path. The sight is enchanting, like something out of a romance drama. You thank the driver, stepping out into the crisp evening air.
For a moment, you stand still, clutching your phone as you try to collect yourself. Your pulse quickens as you type a short text: “𝙄’𝙢 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚.”
A reply comes almost instantly. “𝙄 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪.”
He’s standing just a few steps away, bathed in the soft glow of the park’s fairy lights. He looks effortlessly striking—his dark hair styled perfectly, a loose black sweater hugging his frame, paired with casual yet stylish jeans. Accessorized with silver jewelry, a belt, & black chunky shoes. The look is understated but undeniably captivating, the kind of effortless charm that only he seems to possess. His eyes meet yours, and there’s a flicker of warmth in them, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
Your emotions are a whirlwind—excitement, disbelief, nervousness, all colliding at once. You can feel your pulse quicken as you try to steady your breathing, wondering if he can sense just how flustered you are. Yet, there’s a comforting energy about him, something that makes you feel as though this moment is meant to be.
As you take a step forward, you notice two men standing at a distance, their watchful eyes making it clear they’re security. It’s a subtle reminder of who he is, but in this moment, all you can focus on is him. Jungkook begins to approach, his movements relaxed yet purposeful, and for a second, it feels like the world narrows to just the two of you.
Jungkook stops just inches away, his presence so close you can feel the warmth radiating between you. His eyes meet yours, soft yet intense, and he offers a gentle smile before speaking. “𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠… 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜,” he says, his voice carrying a sincerity that makes your heart skip a beat.
“𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨…” His words trail off, but the way his gaze lingers on you says everything.
Caught in the moment, you can’t help but smile, your cheeks flushing as you muster a response. “𝙔𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠,” you say, your voice steady but light with admiration.“𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙯𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙅𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙤𝙤𝙠. 𝙄 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣, 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨.” The playful edge in your tone makes him chuckle softly, and for a moment, it feels like the world around you fades away.
You glance around, taking in the park illuminated by warm, golden fairy lights strung between the trees. “𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡,” you say, turning back to him.
“𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙩𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙥𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚… 𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙪𝙣𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡.” He nods, his eyes flicking between the park and you. “𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙩. 𝙄𝙩’𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙩𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙤𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚.”
As you begin to walk, the conversation flows naturally, like a stream winding its way through untouched land. You share laughs over lighthearted topics—favorite foods, hobbies—and delve into deeper questions. He surprises you with his thoughtfulness and humor, making you feel like you’ve known him for far longer than a few hours.
“𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙙𝙢𝙞𝙩,” Jungkook says as you pass a small fountain surrounded by blooming flowers. “𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄 𝙨𝙖𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩… 𝙄 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪.” His confession makes your heart flutter, the sincerity in his voice grounding the surrealness of it all. “𝙄 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚,” you reply, your voice barely above a whisper.
Every step you take together draws attention, heads turning as people recognize him. There’s a quiet buzz of murmurs and discreet glances, but Jungkook seems unbothered, focused entirely on you. His calm confidence puts you at ease, making you forget the world around you.
Soon, the soft strum of live music drifts through the air, guiding you both toward a cozy secluded spot by the lake. The water shimmers under the moonlight, reflecting the fairy lights and creating a dreamy backdrop. You find a bench nestled under a willow tree, its branches swaying gently in the breeze.
As you sit, your bodies naturally angle toward each other, knees almost brushing. His posture is relaxed, one arm resting on the back of the bench, while yours mirrors his, your hands occasionally brushing when you gesture. The chemistry between you is undeniable, your connection deepening with every question and answer.
“𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩’𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪?” you ask, leaning slightly closer. He grins, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙤𝙨. 𝘼𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙄’𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝘽𝙤𝙗 𝙍𝙤𝙨𝙨 𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙤𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙏𝙪𝙗𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚. 𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨, 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙛𝙛.” You respond to his admission.
“𝙎𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙛𝙛? 𝙉𝙤, 𝙣𝙤, 𝙣𝙤. 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩’𝙨 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙧𝙩!” Hearing your support and enthusiasm seems to light up his face.
The music swells in the background, and for a moment, neither of you speak. Instead, you both look out at the lake, the serene beauty of the scene mirroring the quiet comfort settling between you. It feels like the start of something extraordinary, and for the first time in a long while, you feel like you’re exactly where you’re meant to be.
You glance over at Jungkook, only to find that he’s already looking at you. His gaze is steady yet soft, as though he’s memorizing every detail of your face. It takes your breath away, leaving you momentarily speechless. The way he leans slightly toward you, his arm resting casually along the back of the bench, makes him seem both relaxed and attentive. The faint glow of the fairy lights reflects in his dark eyes, giving them an almost hypnotic depth. He looks effortlessly handsome—his hair slightly tousled, the collar of his sweater framing his sharp jawline. For a moment, you wonder if this is all a dream, because how could this be real?
Neither of you speak, but the silence is far from uncomfortable. It’s as though the world around you has faded, leaving just the two of you and the serene beauty of the park. The gentle strum of live music lingers in the background, mingling with the soft rustle of the trees. You feel an overwhelming sense of calm and connection, a moment you wish you could freeze in time.
Eventually, the music begins to fade, signaling that it’s time to leave. Jungkook shifts first, standing gracefully and extending a hand to help you up. His touch is warm and steady, and as you rise, his hand moves to your lower back—a light but intentional gesture that sends a wave of warmth through you. It’s protective, intimate, and enough to make your heart flutter.
You walk side by side toward the park’s entrance, the evening air crisp and cool against your skin. As you near the exit, Jungkook turns to face you, his expression unreadable but his tone filled with quiet excitement. “𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪,” he says, his voice low but eager. “𝙄𝙩’𝙨 𝙖 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙚, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙡𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩.”
Curiosity sparks in your chest, and you nod without hesitation. “𝙊𝙠𝙖𝙮,” you reply, your voice softer than you expected. He smiles, the kind of smile that could disarm anyone, and continues,
“𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚, 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚.”
The suggestion catches you off guard, and your heart skips a beat. You weren’t expecting this level of closeness, and the thought of sitting next to him in his car feels both thrilling and nerve-wracking. “𝙊-𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙮,” you stammer, trying to suppress the butterflies in your stomach. The idea of being in such an intimate space with him makes the reality of this moment even more surreal.
As security steps forward to guide you both, your attention shifts to the sleek black car parked a short distance away. The sight of it stops you in your tracks—a Mercedes Benz GT63S, gleaming under the streetlights like something out of a luxury magazine. “𝙄𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩… 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨?” you ask, your voice filled with shock and interest. Jungkook chuckles softly, rubbing the back of his neck. “𝙔𝙚𝙖𝙝,” he says modestly, as though it’s no big deal.
You can’t hide your shock, your eyes darting between him and the car. It’s the kind of vehicle that turns heads, much like its owner. As the driver’s door opens, revealing the immaculate interior, you feel a mixture of awe and disbelief. This night keeps getting more unreal, and yet, here you are, living it.
Jungkook walks ahead, his stride confident yet unhurried, and reaches the passenger door before you. With an effortless motion, he opens it for you, stepping slightly to the side. “𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙤,” he says, his voice low and smooth. The simple gesture, so charming and manly, sends your heart into overdrive. It’s the kind of act you’ve only seen in movies, and yet, here he is, doing it with such natural grace.
As you settle into the plush leather seat, a wave of emotions washes over you—excitement, nervousness, disbelief. You run your fingers over the stitching of the seat, trying to ground yourself in this moment. The car smells faintly of cologne and leather, a combination that feels distinctly Jungkook. Your pulse quickens when you hear the driver’s door open and see him sinking into his seat. He adjusts the steering wheel with one hand, the other resting casually on the gearshift, his movements fluid and effortless.
As the car pulls away from the park, you glance over at him. The streetlights cast fleeting shadows across his face, accentuating the sharp line of his jaw and the way his dark hair falls just slightly into his eyes. He looks impossibly good, the glow of the dashboard highlighting his profile in a way that makes your heart flutter. There’s something mesmerizing about the way his hands grip the wheel—strong, steady, and entirely in control. “𝘚𝘰..𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘺.” You think to yourself.
You find yourself torn between admiring him and the cityscape passing by. Seoul at night is a spectacle in itself, the streets alive with energy and light. Neon signs glow brightly against the dark sky, and the faint hum of city life filters in through the closed windows. The contrast between the lively city and the intimate quiet of the car feels surreal, as though you’re in your own little bubble with Jungkook.
“𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩’𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙬?” Jungkook asks, breaking the silence. His voice pulls you back to the present, and you can’t help but smile. “𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙣,” you reply honestly, glancing out the window before turning back to him. “𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮, 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙧, 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙄𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨… 𝙪𝙣𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡.”
He glances at you briefly, his lips curling into a soft smile.“𝙄𝙩’𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡,” he says simply, his tone carrying a sincerity that makes your chest tighten.
Before you know it, the car slows as you approach a cozy corner of the city. The warm glow of an ice cream café comes into view, its whimsical decor and softly lit exterior inviting. Jungkook pulls into a nearby parking spot, and as he turns off the engine, he glances at you, his expression playful. “𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙚?” he asks, his voice laced with excitement.
You turn to face Jungkook, taking a moment to fully appreciate his stunning features. His jawline is sharp, his lips soft and inviting, and the way his eyes seem to sparkle under the streetlights makes your heart skip a beat. “𝙔𝙚𝙨, 𝙄’𝙢 𝙨𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮!” you say with a playful grin, your excitement evident. He smiles in return, his expression warm and genuine. Without a word, he exits the car, walking around to the passenger side to open your door. The chivalry, so effortless and natural, makes you feel like the most special person in the world.
As you step into the café, you’re greeted by the sweet aroma of waffle cones and the hum of quiet conversation. The interior is cozy, with pastel-colored decor and whimsical string lights hanging from the ceiling. Glass cases display rows of ice cream flavors in every color imaginable, and your eyes light up when you spot your all-time favorite flavor.“𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙩!” you exclaim, turning to Jungkook with a gleeful smile. He chuckles softly, clearly enjoying your excitement, and places the order for both of you.
Outside, the evening air is crisp but pleasant, and the café’s outdoor seating area is charmingly lit with lanterns. You find a spot under a small tree, its branches adorned with twinkling fairy lights. The vibe is peaceful yet intimate, the kind of setting that makes you forget the rest of the world exists. As you savor your ice cream, Jungkook watches you with a playful glint in his eyes.“𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙚𝙩?” he asks, leaning closer. You tell him, and before he can ask, you scoop a small bite onto your spoon and offer it to him.
He hesitates for a split second, then leans in, his lips brushing the spoon as he tastes your ice cream. You watch as he savors the flavor. The attention being on his lips, causing curiosity to flood your mind about how soft his lips would feel pressed against yours��� “𝙈𝙢𝙢,” he hums, his expression softening.“𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩’𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙.” The way his eyes meet yours after he pulls back makes your cheeks warm and flustered. You can’t help but giggle at how endearing and cute he looks. “𝙔𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩,” 𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙨, “𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙛𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚.”
As the last bites of your ice cream disappear, you find yourself lingering over the moment, not wanting it to end. Jungkook leans in his chair, his elbows resting on the table as he studies you with a soft, thoughtful gaze. The feeling of his eyes settling on you is all a very familiar feeling. You meet his eyes. “𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚,” he says, his voice sincere. “𝙄𝙩’𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢—I 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙮, 𝙩𝙤𝙤.” His words make your heart skip, and you nod, smiling as you respond, “𝙈𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙤.” “𝙄 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙮.”
Jungkook glances at his watch, then back at you, reluctant but practical. “𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙬𝙚 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜?” he asks, standing up and holding out a hand to help you from your seat. The warmth of his hand in yours is quick and brief but electric.
You both walk back to the car, the night air cool against your skin. Security hovers at a respectful distance, ensuring your privacy. Jungkook opens the passenger door for you again, a small smile tugging at his lips. “𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡.” He says.
You turn and face him as you slide into the seat,
“𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚.” Jungkook smiles charmingly at your response. With one last glance at the glowing cafe, the car ride begins.
The car ride back to the hotel is quieter but no less meaningful. The hum of the engine and the soft tunes playing on the radio fill the space, but your thoughts are consumed by everything that’s happened tonight. Every so often, you glance at Jungkook, watching the way his hands move on the wheel, his profile illuminated by the soft glow of the dashboard. He catches your gaze once, flashing a confident smile that sends a flutter through your chest.
When you arrive at the hotel, the atmosphere shifts slightly. There’s a sense of finality as you walk through the quiet lobby and into the elevator, but it’s not unwelcome—it feels more like a transition to something deeper. At your door, you lean back against it, feeling the cool wood press against your back. Jungkook steps closer, his arm resting above your head, effectively caging you in. His proximity is electrifying, and his voice is low when he says,,“𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙄’𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚.”
Your heart swells at his words, and you smile up at him.
“𝙈𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙤,” you admit, your voice soft. The warmth in his eyes shifts to something more contemplative, and for a moment, he seems to hesitate. Then, he takes a deep breath. “𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙆𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙖?” he asks, his tone tinged with something that sounds almost like regret.
“𝙏𝙤𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙬,” you reply, the word feeling heavy as it leaves your lips. A flicker of disappointment crosses his face, and the silence that follows is filled with unspoken emotions. You both know the night is ending, and yet neither of you seems ready to let it go.
Finally, Jungkook speaks, his voice gentle but determined. “𝘾𝙖𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙮?” He pauses, as if searching for the right words. “𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙖 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡, 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙚.”
Your breath catches, and for a moment, you can’t speak. The sincerity in his eyes, the vulnerability in his voice—it’s all so overwhelming. “𝐘𝐞𝐬,” you finally say, your voice barely above a whisper. His face lights up with relief, and he quickly adds, “𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜—𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙡, 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙞𝙩. 𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮.”
You nod, a soft smile spreading across your face. “𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮,” you say, and the weight of the moment settles between you both, heavy with promise and anticipation.
As you confirm your decision to stay, Jungkook’s eyes widen, his lips curling into a slow, satisfied smile. It’s the kind of smile that makes your heart race, and for a brief moment, you wonder if he’s just as shaken by the chemistry between you both just like you are. Your gazes lock, the weight of the unspoken words hanging between you both. There’s a longing there, something deeper than words could ever express. You take in his face, memorizing every detail, not wanting to let go of this moment. His cologne, rich and intoxicating, wraps around you like a blanket, pulling you in closer with each breath.
Jungkook bites his lower lip, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Then, his fingers trace the cool metal of his lip ring, an action that sends wild thoughts swirling in your mind. You know you should go inside, but instead, you find yourself lingering. As if sensing your hesitation, Jungkook leans in slightly, his arms moving to gently wrap around you.
The hug is firm and impossibly comforting, as if you both done this a thousand times before. You feel the strength in his embrace, the subtle rise and fall of his chest, and the faint scent of his cologne lingering in the air. His hand rests lightly on your lower back, and for a moment, the world feels smaller, quieter—just you both.
“𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙮/𝙣,” he murmurs softly against your ear, his voice low and full of warmth. You pull back slightly, just enough to meet his eyes, and give him a shy smile. .“𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙅𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙤𝙤𝙠,” you whisper; your voice barely above a breath.
Finally, you slip into your hotel room, the door closing softly behind you. You lean against it, your breath catching in your throat as you replay everything that just happened. The events of the day, the warmth of his smile, the connection you shared—𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯? You collapse onto the bed, unable to wipe the smile off your face.
As you unwind and prepare for bed, a wave of emotions washes over you. It’s a mixture of excitement, disbelief, and a touch of sadness that tomorrow will come all too soon. Your phone buzzes, pulling you from your thoughts. It’s a message from Jungkook. “𝙈𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙮. 𝙄’𝙢 𝙨𝙤 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮. 𝘾𝙖𝙣’𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙬😌”
Reading his message sends a flutter through your chest. His words are like a warm embrace, comforting and thrilling all at once. You can imagine the smile on his face as he typed it, the sincerity in his tone. A wave of excitement floods over you as you respond with a teasing message of your own, the butterflies in your stomach impossible to ignore.
You exchange flirty, playful messages, the kind that makes your heart race with anticipation. The conversation slowly winds down, and you both wish each other goodnight. As you drift off to sleep, you can’t help but think about what tomorrow will bring, the excitement bubbling inside of you.
Tomorrow, Jungkook’s date might just be the beginning of a whole new adventure… a whole new life—and you can’t wait to see where it takes you both.
And as you close your eyes, a single thought crosses your mind: “𝙄𝙛 𝙩𝙤𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙪𝙣𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚, 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙.”
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[Selfish]

Summary: Prince Jeon Jungkook has been preparing to become king for the last 3 years of his life. While Jungkook feels as he has a good head on his shoulder, shows concern for his people, and tries his best to be a fitting substitute for his father, he can’t but feel lonely.
With his father’s condition getting worse, Jungkook will now face his very soon reality of becoming king. Fully prepared to take on the weight of leading the Kingdom of Busan, until he meets his little sister’s new tutor. You were the kind of person that couldn’t help but be thought of all the time. So much so that he begins to lag behind on his royal duties.
What happens when the two of you become closer? only now have you shared a few words and already have such an affect.
Pairing: Prince!Jungkook x Tutor!Reader
Words: 3.1k
“Your Highness, I know this is hard for you to swallow, but with your father’s condition becoming worse, we will need to begin preparing you for the throne.” Beomseok, the royal advisor said to a 19-year-old Jungkook.
Jungkook knew that all of his classes and training was going towards being King of Busan one day, but he didn’t assume it would be so soon. This wasn’t a yes or no kind of ordeal, the only other member of the family who is in line for the throne is Princess Jeon Dae, his little sister of only 10 years old.
Jungkook stood and looked Beomseok in the eye, “I will take on this task, though it is heavy to bare, I will take responsibility and begin taking on the position of being our new king,” Jungkook said, his shoulders back and chin tilted high.
That was 3 years ago, now at the age 22, his father still alive somehow, Jungkook has nearly taken on the full task of being king. He attends the morning meeting, the mid-day meeting, and the evening meeting too. He is in communication with the other parts of the Busan kingdom, making sure the people are content. He makes sure that all trade is going well and is extremely lonely.
Though the prince has most duties under control, it is his wild side that still gets the best of him. He still will ‘accidentally’ release all the horses from the stable, he still bugs the guards until he gets one of them to chuckle. Whenever he can, he still plays with Dae. Whether it be a card game or sword fight or worst of all, a race around the castle (this usually means that many things will be in multiple pieces). He still likes to leave the castle at night when no one else is awake and sneak into the town and bustle around with the people. Drink and laugh until nearly dawn, then Jungkook bids them goodbye and returns to his role of being pseudo king.
“In the outer villages, there has been some complaint of crimes there, which has only gone up since last month,” Noblemen Hoon says. “They say that their police is not taking it seriously and in some villages that the police themselves are the criminals.” He continues, Jungkook listens carefully, trying to figure out a way to solve this issue before it ripples onto other villages.
“It’s just the outer villages,” Noblemen Hyan says, “they are smaller than the rest of the kingdom’s villages and poorer, of course crime will be high.”
“Just because those villages are poor does not mean they should suffer from crime, they put food on your plate too, Noblemen Hyan,” Noblemen Ji says across the table.
“Well it seems crime only seems to jump in those villages,” Hyan replies.
“It also seems that you are rich, privileged ass-“
“Gentlemen please,” Jungkook interrupts. He turns to Noblemen Hoon, “We will send someone from the palace along with Noblemen Hyan-“
“Why me-“
Jungkook’s eyes glide over to Hyan’s. “Because you seem to be forgetting what is truly dear to this kingdom,” Jungkook interrupts again. “We are not just men in tailored clothes, we are the knights and protectors of the people. We do not look down upon others, especially those who provide for us.”
Jungkook glances at the clock hanging on the wall, it’s 11. “It seems you have forgotten that, Hyan.” He stands, “This meeting is adjourned.”
Walking out the room, Jungkook immediately goes to search for Dae, knowing that she is somewhere in the library and waiting for him to show up. It seems his feet can’t carry him fast enough to his sister, he climbs down the stairs and nearly trips but catches himself before he falls. The sound of his heeled boots against the marble floor echo through out the halls, he nods at the staff as he passes and eventually makes it to the partially open library doors.
As he makes his move to open the doors to step inside, he hears his sister’s laugh,
“Really? What happened after that?” he hears Dae ask.
And the question is followed by a wonderful voice, one that sticks on the tips of your ears and that makes you lean in.
“Well she fell off the roof, she’s okay, she landed in a pile of hay that was laid out for the cattle.” A giggle tumbles out of their mouth and Jungkook leans in, pushing the door open but not noticing it until he almost meets the floor.
“Jungkook!” Dae exclaims, she rises from her chair and rushes over to help her older brother. “Are you okay?” she asks with a chuckle as she wraps her hands around his arm.
Jungkook blushes and nods, “Of course I am, just a little wound up from this morning’s meeting,” he says with a smile. He glances up at the one with the wonderful voice, “Is this your new tutor, Dae?” he asks.
“Yes, this is Y/N,” Dae excitedly tells her brother. “Y/N, this is my brother, Prince Jungkook,” and pushes him towards you.
You bow, “Your Highness, it is an honor to meet you,” you tell him, slightly blushing.
Jungkook shakes his head, “No, Jungkook is just fine, Y/N.” He can feel his cheeks heat up more as he continues to look at you. Your shoulders are square and your is neck straight, hands small and slender, your hair tucked behind one ear and the sun hitting the back of you, making you glow like the sun itself.
“Well, I must go, Dae, I’ll see you in an hour,” You look at the princess, she sighs but nods anyways.
“I’ll see you soon,” You tell her, “Will I see you again, Your Highness?” you ask, looking at the prince.
Jungkook blinks, a little struck by your forwardness, “I do hope so.”
_
Jungkook now adjourns morning meetings 5 minutes earlier than usual. He also just about runs to the library every day, not just to see Dae, though she is important, but to also have a few words with you. Yesterday you wore light gray, making it hard to take his eyes off yours, especially when you would laugh at his jokes. Even the bad ones. Somehow your laugh is just as wonderful, if not more, than your voice. And it does stick to his ears, he hears it when he’s alone, writing letters and other important royal duties that he can’t seem to remember when he’s around you; it’s even in his dreams.
“Your Highness,” Noblemen Hoon calls, Jungkook is thrown back into reality.
“I apologize, what is it we are talking about?” he ask, sitting up straight and now listening to what the men are saying.
“We are discussing the Spring Festival and Princess Dae’s birthday celebration,” Hoon tells him, a slight look of confusion ghosting his face.
“Ah, yes, we will be doing what we do every year,” Jungkook explains, but this causes even more confusion.
“Ah, Your Highness, your father said that you were meant to be in charge of it this year, and that you will be planning it as well.” Noblemen Ji says.
Was I? I can’t remember.
“Oh, yes of course, they should be with me,” the now flustered prince says, looking through his papers while simultaneously trying to remember the plans. A knock at the large doors causes everyone to look at them, Advisor Beomseok comes in with a stack of papers and hands them to Jungkook.
“Your Highness, here are the spring festival plans, you seemed to have forgotten them on your desk this morning,” Beomseok says as Jungkook takes the plans out his hands.
“What about Dae’s birthday plans?” he asks, masking his lack of knowledge with confidence.
“The princess hasn’t finished them yet, she says that she and her tutor will go over them and will turn them into you.” Beomseok promises. The advisor bows and leaves the room. It is quiet for a moment as Jungkook tries to gather himself.
“Here are the plans for the Spring Festival.”
The meeting lasted longer than the prince wanted it too. Jungkook knows that you are not in the library anymore, you’re somewhere walking around the castle or sitting in one of the gardens eating your sandwich. Either way, he won’t be able to see you today and this makes his heart a little less full.
_
Almost every meeting ran over for the last two weeks, planning the festival along with Dae’s birthday has made Jungkook’s life a little more tense. But sometimes he slips out just in time to see you leave the library, toss a joke or two before he feels too guilty about wasting your lunch.
Today is different, today is the first day of the spring festival and is also Dae’s 14th birthday. All meetings today are cancelled, and everyone is meant to go out and enjoy the festivities. At noon Jungkook, Dae and King Mal-chin will greet the people and officially begin the celebration.
Jungkook is dressed in a suit that Dae picked out for him specifically, a light rosy pink with compliments of white. As Jungkook steps out his chambers he is almost taken down by the birthday girl herself.
“Good morning, Kookie!” she tells him as she wraps her arms around his waist.
“Good morning, Birthday girl,” He greets her as he returns her hug.
Dae takes a step back and looks at her older brother, “You look dashing in your suit,” she says cheekily.
Jungkook playfully rolls his eyes “Well, I did have a princess pick it out for me,” he teases as he holds her at arms length. “And apparently, we’re matching?” he asks, cocking one eyebrow.
Dae giggles, “Only until tonight, then I get my gown and you’ll get your uniform, as per usual,” she says, letting go of her older brother’s hands. The two royals walk down the hall, chattering and joking with each other as they make their way to the main hall. Dae speaks excitedly about her birthday, her eyes lighting up at the thought of all her friends being in one place.
Jungkook can’t help but laugh a little, “But Dae,” he says “You only have 2 friends within the kingdom’s village,” he points out. But Dae shakes her head.
“Nuh-uh, Kookie, I have 3 now,” she tells him, her hands behind her back with a small smile on her face.
“Who’s number 3?” Jungkook asks, curious of who this new friend might be.
Dae rolls her eyes at her older brother, how could he not know, “It’s my tutor, dummy,” she tells him, along with a slight glint in her eyes that tells she knows Jungkook doesn’t just see you as his little sister’s tutor.
“Your tutor will be here tonight?” Jungkook asks, a little dumbfounded.
“Yes, but she won’t being staying with us like the others, she’ll return to her own room,” Dae tells her brother sadly.
“Her own room? Doesn’t she live in town?” Jungkook asks and Dae rolls her eyes.
“No, Kookie, the tutors have to live in the castle remember? Just like yours,” Dae says as the two walk into the main hall. All the assistants and Beomseok are there, but Beomseok has a grim look on his face. When the older man realizes the two royals have arrived, his expression perks up.
“Your Highness,” Beomseok says with a bow to both of them, “and happy birthday princess,” he tells Dae with a stage whisper. This makes the young princess laugh, “Also princess, one of the maidens need to see you, something about your gown for tonight?” Beomseok tells her. Dae quickly nods her head and thanks the advisor then rushes off.
“What’s wrong, Beomseok?” Jungkook asks as they are left together.
“Come with me,” the older man says and leads the prince out onto the one of the smaller balconies, ones that will hold friends and staff of the royal family while the family will greet the crowd at the largest one.
Beomseok closes the French doors as Jungkook sits down on one of the chairs left out, Jungkook can tell that whatever it is that Beomseok is about to tell him, that it isn’t good. The advisor turns to the prince, his face meant to look relaxed but Jungkook knows that about the small pinch in between this man’s eyes means something is wrong. Jungkook sighs and wants to push his hands through his hair but doesn’t because one of the maidens did it for him this morning by Dae’s request. “Just tell me.”
Beomseok looks at him, Jungkook knows what the older man is doing. He’s checking off what he’s done right and what he’s yet to understand. There is a lot Jungkook still doesn’t understand, maybe too much. That could be why Beomseok isn’t speaking at all, maybe he’s came to the conclusion that maybe Jungkook isn’t ready to be king.
“Your father will not be attending the greeting today,” Beomseok tells him, “today, you will be giving the opening speech.”
Jungkook stands, paces, stops and lets out a long sigh. “Is he that unwell?” He asks.
“Yes, but the doctors say that it will-“
“Pass.” Jungkook finishes. “He couldn’t have given me more time?” he asks.
“It was very short notice, Your Highness,” Beomseok replies.
“Will he be at the celebration tonight? Or at least wish his daughter a happy birthday?” Jungkook asks, sarcasm weaving into his words.
Your father is unwell, Kook. There is no reason to be mad about this.
“Yes, he fully plans on being here tonight,” Beomseok tells him, growing more distant and rock like as the conversation pushes towards whatever is bottled up in the prince. “It’s time to go, your Highness.”
Jungkook walks back into the hall, an older woman waits for him with one of his crowns, the white gold one, another touch chosen by Dae. He leans down and feels the crown settle onto his head, his hair is retouched and then he and Dae are set. They stand side by side, the younger girl’s eyes are slightly puffy, but not enough for the rest of world to see. Jungkook offers his hand and she gladly takes it. The large French doors open and a rippling of shouts call from below, The two young royals walk out onto the balcony with wide smiles.
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Surprisingly, King Mal-chin did show up for his daughter’s birthday celebration. The sickly man is hidden underneath all of his medals and honors and a crown that to Jungkook seems to be slowing falling around his father’s head and will soon hang around him like a necklace. Jungkook can recall when his father’s crown reminded him of a halo, a heroic angel among the people. It seems this illness has taken much more than Jungkook’s father away.
The prince hides in the corner of the ballroom, tucked away from the princesses guests and other women with wandering hands. It wouldn’t be nearly as bad if his sister’s friends were just a little less forward. Jungkook gives them props, he wasn’t that brave at 14, but it is a little unnerving. But with his nose in his glass, his bottom on a small couch, this prince is content on missing out on the action.
“You seem lonely, Your Highness.”
Jungkook looks up to see you, dressed in a egg-shell no-shoulder piece. Again the light hits you in such a way that Jungkook loses his words for a moment.
“I think I am,” He replies when he gathers himself. You laugh lightly, a small jingling of a bell. “Please sit,” he says and stands to offer you the whole seat.
You oblige, crossing your legs and watching the rest of the guests swirl around in their gowns. Jungkook takes this moment to watch you, he hasn’t gotten to in sometime now. Even though it’s been a couple weeks, maybe a little more, your hair has gotten longer. It’s also lightened, maybe because the sun is finally showing up more? He can’t help but notice your shoulders, not particularly attractive part of the human body, but did yours look lovely. Just peaking beyond the fabric, smooth and soft looking. Almost wanting to bite into them-
“Would you like to dance with me?” you ask him. Jungkook is thrown out his thoughts and back into the ball. You’re looking up at him, eyes wide and pleading, how can he say no?
He holds out his hand, “Of course,” you take it and he leads you onto the floor.
Before Jungkook can put his hand on your waist, the whispers begin.
Never has the prince danced with a commoner, or anyone other than his own sister and his late mother. Why does he dance with her? It’s about time he did something other than sit in the corner and ignore us. What kind of leader is he by doing that?
“Your Highness,” you say, Jungkook returns to the ground. He looks at you, your eyes full of worry, “You seem very far away, are you alright?” you ask him.
Jungkook shakes his head, “No, I’m fin-“ he doesn’t finish his sentence. This was the first time someone had asked him if he was alright in a very long time. You’re still looking at him, eye brows knitted in concern. “I’m not sure,” he tells you. “And please, call me Jungkook,” he tells.
You nod, “Okay, Jungkook, what is wrong?”
Jungkook opens his mouth to speak, but instead twirls you around and curls you back into him. He dips you and can’t help himself but lets his nose brush against your shoulder. Jungkook leans into your ear, “Everything seems to be spiraling out of control and everyone is looking at me to stop it.” You hum in understanding.
“I feel that way sometimes,” you tell him, nose against his neck, “but then I remember that everything passes, so I should hold on for the ride.”
You chuckle quietly, “Or I remember how my best friend at home tried to decorate the barn for Christmas, she was so sure that she could do it, but then the ladder got knocked down by the wind, and soon she’s followed.”
Jungkook pulls away a little to see your face, concern now laced in his face, “Is she okay?” he asks, this makes you chuckle again.
“Yes, she’s fine, she landed in a stack of hay for the cattle,” You tell him with a small smile. You look briefly at your left hand, “She’s married now,” you tell him. “Even has a baby on the way,” you say, sadness slipping into your words.
Somehow you and Jungkook made it out onto the balcony, completely alone. Jungkook lets go of your waist and gently cups his hand on your cheek. He swipes away a tear you did not know that had began to fall. You suddenly feel a warmth in your chest, but also a tightness. You lean your head into Jungkook’s hand, the warmth intensifies. You bring up your small, slender hand and place it on top of his.
“Can I kiss you?”
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