#jeong jungkook angst

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Yunho would be the one who would wear his finger piece so you can just look at his fingers and automatically moan and melt in his warm velvety touch knowing those huge fingers thrust in you and does hit and caress every spot inside you 😍😍😍

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GIRLS OVER FLOWERS

park seonghwa x reader x choi san

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i knowww this probably isn’t the update you guys were wanting but PLEASE bare with me. 🥹

classes have started and this sleep schedule is not good at ALLL 😣

i have the whole thing almost fully written! just some minor details and editing i want to add before i post, which should be by saturday afternoon/ sunday morning 🤗

it will be worth the wait!! (i hope for you guys 🥹)

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Chemistry Better Than Chemistry | Jeong Yunho ☆

~ ~ call me chérie ☆

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☆Day 25 : Hate Fucking

↬ [ Synopsis ] : They say your chemistry with Yunho is better than any experiment in the lab, yet all you two do is fight. But with your research paper publication hanging in the balance, a kiss to shut him up, and a wild night in the lab… are these enemies about to become lovers?

☆Word Count : 3.9k ☆Genre : Smut, Angst, Non-idol Au, Student Au. ☆Pairing : Lab Partner! Yunho x F.Reader

WARNINGS : mdni!, Academic Rivals to lovers, childhood enemies to lovers as well, lots of banter, flirting, angst, chem lab setting, lgbtq friendly, lots of teasing, neck kisses, biting and hickeys, love hate relationship, semi public sex ( they do it in the lab), fingering (F.recieving), steamy makeout sess, unprotected sex but Yunho’s pull out game is strong ( y’all wrap it, you don’t have a Yunho with you), petnames (babygirl), a bit fluffy at the end.

NOTE : Dropping Day 25 with my bias Yunho for you all. I am grinding hard to catch up because I was busy with exams so now I am working hard to finish this kinktober on time. Hope y’all enjoy this piece, I loved writing it so much. I love writing banter and this one has loads of it.

The Academic rivals to lovers was a piece I wanted to write after having finished all of Ali Hazelwoods books recently so I hope you guys shower this piece with a lot of love ma chéries.

"Ahh! Why do you have to leave everything unfinished ?" Your lab partner, Yunho yelled from his side of the counter, safety glasses perched on his nose as he mixed the concentrates to complete his part of the experiment.

"I’m done. I finished my part of the experiment ten minutes before submission time. And you, mister, are running late." You pause, giving him a smug smile before continuing, "So why don’t you zip it and finish your work?" With that, you gather your things and make a beeline for your professor, Professor Namjoon.

"Professor! I’m done. I’ve wrapped up my work. Now, pleaseee consider publishing my research paper," you plead to Professor Namjoon, under whom both you and Yunho are working. By the end of the term, he will be publishing the research paper.

The problem? Only one of you gets to publish the paper under him.

And it’s for sure going to be you!

Namjoon gives you an assuring smile. Assuring, but not confirming.

"Professor, I don’t think you should allow someone who leaves everything half-finished to publish a paper under your name. That would tarnish your glorious reputation." Yunho snarks while handling the test tubes and chemicals.

"And sir, you shouldn’t allow someone who’s never punctual with deadlines. Always running late and making a mess." you retort, flashing him a smug smile that only serves to irritate him further.

"Professor! She’s a danger to humanity. At the speed she works, she’s bound to cause an explosion if she doesn’t slow down." Yunho fires back. You scoff but refuse to back down.

"Sir, he’s a turtle... slow and slower, but never steady. At this rate, the experiment might wrap up by 2050. I’m the asset here while he’s the liability." you counter, each line pushing Yunho’s buttons even further.

A loud bang startles you both, breaking the argument as you whip around to see a very angry Namjoon. Uh-oh. Your research paper!

"Three things," Namjoon says, his voice low and authoritative, that dangerous tone he reaches when you and Yunho go too far. "First, stop fighting in my lab like five-year-olds. It’s embarrassing to watch." He pauses, giving you a warning look as you side-eye Yunho. "Second, how fast or slow you work doesn’t matter if the result isn’t achieved. I expect teamwork here, not a hare and turtle race." He directs a sharp look at Yunho. "And last but not least, the paper will only be published if you both show me teamwork, not this petty bickering.So,suck it up both of you, or I’ll give the spot to Jungkook." He takes a deep breath after delivering that scathing speech and sits back down as if nothing just happened.

Blinking away the tension, you sign the register and make your way out. "Have a good day, Professor!" you say with a polite bow before exiting the lab.

After returning to the apartment, you cleaned up, prepped dinner, and sat down to finish more of your research paper.Twirling in your chair, you chewed on a kimbap roll while filling Ryujin in on your argument in the lab. Ryujin was on vacation with her girlfriend, Lia. Damn! These business majors have it easy, while you chem majors have to work extra hours, even during breaks.

“Girl! He’s been getting on my nerves now that the paper’s publication date is getting closer.” You took another bite of roll, huffing as Namjoon’s words echoed in your mind.

“Don’t worry. I believe in you, babe. Your name is sealed on that paper,” Ryujin assured you while Lia fed her noodles. You smiled, thinking of how good things were going for Ryujin, remembering the day she came out to you on Lia’s birthday and how nervous she��d been about confessing her feelings. “Oh, hi, Lia unnie!”

“Hi, Y/n! And as Ryujin said, don’t you worry that spot is yours, babe. You have our good juju.” she cheered, flashing you her signature eye smile.You could clearly see why Ryujin fell head over heels for her.

“Ah! I hope that happens, unnie. I’ll treat you both to the best wagyu hotpot if I secure the spot.” you announced, finally feeling a bit better as the aftershocks of the fight faded away. “I miss you two so much. Come back home soon.”

“I’ll be home in two days, babe. Till then, fighting!” Ryujin reassured you before hanging up.

The clock ticked past 10 PM as you dramatically stretched your arms, ready to hammer out more of the research paper. Shuffling through articles, surveys, and notes, you pieced together a bit more of the paper before your eyes began to burn from staring at the screen too long.

Rubbing your eyes to ease the exhaustion, you leaned back in your chair as Yunho’s face crossed your mind.

Hmm... you clearly remembered the first time the rivalry between you and Yunho ignited—he’d beaten you in a 100-meter race in school and teased you for the rest of the day. From that moment on, you swore never to lose to him again. What started as innocent sports rivalry in elementary school had morphed into fierce debate battles in middle school and then into fighting for the top rank in high school. And if you thought it would end there, you were sorely mistaken my friend. Yunho’s stubborn ass followed you to university, where you both landed with top scores in the entrance exam, entered the same chemistry major, and ended up working under Professor Namjoon. Though Yunho would argue that you were the one following him since you’re “that obsessed.”

Looks like you won’t be shaking him off anytime soon.

Pursing your lips, you pushed thoughts of him out of your mind, refocusing on your paper. You didn’t even remember falling asleep at your desk, face pressed against the keyboard—which was definitely going to leave marks on your face by morning.

When you woke with a start, you quickly dressed, packed your bag, and dashed out the door. You were an hour late. Ahh, that stupid alarm clock! You barely remembered knocking it off the table in your sleep. Sneaking into the lab without drawing attention, you took your station next to Yunho’s. While setting up your workstation, Namjoon passed by.

“An hour late, Y/n. I expect more punctuality from my star student.” he remarked in a calm tone before moving on.

“Sorry, sir.” you mumbled, bowing and blinking away the embarrassment as you returned to work. Surprisingly, Yunho was silent, even though he had plenty of chances to throw an insult your way. Hm... maybe the professor’s speech had finally gotten through that thick skull of his.

Lunch break came by super quick, and you dropped everything as you were starving. No, you were famished, given you’d come to the lab in such a hurry that you skipped breakfast. As you started packing your bag, Yunho spoke up, “Leaving things in the middle again, I see.”

Here we go again. Just when you thought you might actually get a peaceful day, Yunho decided to open his mouth.

Noticing the lab was empty, you realized Namjoon had likely gone out for lunch, and you took full advantage of the moment. “Well, unlike you, I can finish my work at lightning speed. So don’t worry about me, pookie. Focus on your own work.” You took a step closer as you delivered your comeback.

“Yeah! The exact speed at which you’re gonna blow this lab up!” Yunho shot back, carefully setting his test tubes aside and taking a step closer. His height definitely towered over your 5'3" frame, but hey, that’s average height, alright? You’re not tiny..he’s just a giant.

“Why are you always in fight-or-flight mode, Yunho? Go blow off some steam with your girlfriend, honey.” you replied, tossing him a smug smile.

“For your information, I don’t have a girlfriend. It’s just you and your face that pisses me off.” He took another step closer. “Ahh, thanks for the compliment! I know I’m cute.” you said, smiling up at him, noting how the gap between you two was quickly shrinking.

“Yeah? Then why don’t you go blow off some steam with that boyfriend of yours?” Yunho shot back, referring to Ryujin.

“Don’t you dare say a word about Ryujin. Don’t drag her into this fight.” you snapped, taking a step closer yourself. How dare he badmouth your best friend?

“Oh, come on! Like I’d ever be jealous of your sad little love life,” he teased, a smirk playing on his lips. “I mean, what’s a date without the thrill of a lab explosion, right? Besides, I doubt anyone could handle your… fiery personality.”

The tension between you two was electric, a standoff neither of you wanted to break. Yunho leaned down, his face infuriatingly close, that smug look in his eyes daring you to snap. You’d had enough.

Without thinking, you grabbed his collar and pulled him down, pressing your lips to his in a fierce, impulsive kiss that silenced him instantly. For a moment, neither of you moved, his shock clear as his grip on the edge of the counter tightened. Then, as if accepting the unspoken challenge, he responded, his hands finding your waist as he kissed you back, just as forceful and unrelenting as every argument you’d had.

When you finally broke away, both of you were out of breath, eyes locked in a silent battle. Yunho’s smirk was gone, replaced by a look of astonishment mixed with something else...something darker, more intense.

“Still want to keep talking ?” you asked, your voice low, giving him a small, triumphant smile as you shifted the bag on your shoulder, ready to leave.

“At least finish what you started instead of leaving it in the middle.” Yunho spoke, referring to your habit of leaving things half-assed, a smug smile creeping back onto his face.

“I’d love to play more with you Yunho, but right now, I am famished, so I’d rather get a proper lunch.” You replied, turning on your heel and stepping toward the door,your hunger pulling you away from the electrifying tension still lingering in the air.

After finishing lunch, you locked in to complete the experiment at hand. With Namjoon taking rounds around everyone’s workstations, the whole room was serious, each person focused on finishing their experiments. Wooyoung, stationed ahead of you and Yunho, was wrapping up his work alongside Seonghwa, while the girls behind yours and Yunho’s were Yeji and Wonyoung who finished their team experiment.

You concentrated, diligently completing your part of the experiment while Yunho silently worked on his. Occasionally, he stole glances in your direction. The kiss still lingered in his mind as he tried his hardest to push away thoughts of the steamy kiss and the memory of your soft lips. You had been his rival since the very first day he beat you in that 100m race, so why was he suddenly experiencing these strange, love-like feelings for his lab partner?

It’s just a kiss, Yunho. Get a grip. She doesn’t even like you to begin with, he thought to himself, stealing another glance at your figure as you worked with full concentration, mixing different concentrates and noting the results down.

The determination with which you worked was infectious; you were fully immersed in the task while the world around you faded away. That was one thing Yunho admired about you, even though you had a habit of leaving things unfinished, you always made a 100% comeback to them and completed them with utmost sincerity, refusing to leave until the work was done. It was also the reason why you were Namjoon’s star student.

“Yunho, finish that up a bit faster. I need it to proceed with the calculations here.” you said, not glancing at him, fully expecting a snarky comeback.

“Okay. Give me a minute.” That was all he said as he wrapped up his part of the work and eventually handed you the concentrate for your calculations. Wow! What in the holy gods of chemistry was this behavior?

Why is Yunho so calm suddenly? Is he planning to kill me with that concentrate? What happened? Was it the kiss? I would have done this way sooner if that’s all it took to shut him up!

Yunho’s strange behavior continued throughout the evening as you both, for the first time, worked as a team, surprising Namjoon, who had no chaos to deal with. The clock hit 9 PM, and everybody wrapped up their workstations, ready to leave as Namjoon approached you and Yunho.

“I’m leaving the keys with you. Lock the lab after you guys are done with the experiments.” Namjoon said, handing you the keys before taking a final look at your experiment, which was coming together nicely, and giving you an appreciative smile. With that, he left, and you and Yunho buckled down to finish the tiny bit of work that was left before you could go home.

Or so you thought, because your lab partner would beg to differ.

While you were fully immersed in the experiment, two hands snaked around your tiny form, trapping you against the counter as Yunho’s hot breath tingled the skin near your ear. “Since we’re alone, babygirl, why don’t you finish what you started during the lunch break? ” he murmured, and you could easily imagine a smug smile on his face.

You tried your hardest to stay composed. “I only finish things I’m actually interested in.” you shot back, smiling as you tested where this might lead, your back still pressed against his chest. No doubt, you felt a little excited after that kiss, knowing Yunho would come back for more.

A low scoff escaped his lips. “The kiss this afternoon said otherwise, babygirl,” he replied, taking the test tubes from your hands and setting them on the counter. Swiftly, he turned you to face him.

He leaned in, his hot breath fanning your face while his lips hovered mere inches away. “So, you were saying…?” he trailed off, his dark eyes filled with unmistakable intent as your gaze flickered between his inviting lips and his intense stare.

“Okay! If we’re doing this, let’s get one thing straight, I still hate you.” you said, tugging him closer by his coat collar to close the distance.

“I wouldn’t change a thing about it.” he smiled, capturing your lips in a hungry, primal kiss. His hands pulled you in by the waist, your bodies now pressed tightly together.

Tugging at his roots, you urged him to deepen the kiss, his tongue brushing against your lower lip, asking for entrance. Allowing him in, your tongues intertwined, battling for dominance as Yunho pressed you against the counter. Sucking on your lower lip, he earned a soft moan from you, which only spurred him on. In a hurry, his hands worked to remove your lab coat while you simultaneously slipped his off. He perched you on the lab counter, not breaking the kiss, his hips pressing against your core and you could feel the evidence that this little game of yours had made him hard.

Grinding himself against you, he moved down to your neck, leaving a trail of purple marks along your soft skin. You arched your neck, giving him better access, occasionally tugging at his hair and earning a deep groan in response.

“You know,” you breathed out as he kissed the delicate spot behind your ear, pulling another moan from you, “if I didn’t hate you so much, I might actually think you’re cute.”

If you were honest with yourself, Yunho was driving you crazy with his mouth alone, and the friction of him grinding against your core only heightened your anticipation for what was to come.

“You know I’m too charming for you to resist. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have kissed me in the first place.” he replied, pausing to take in the haze clouding your gaze. He scoffed, clearly pleased with himself for being the reason you were in this state.

“For someone who claims to hate me, you sure spend a lot of time looking at me.” you shot back, voice low and dripping with desire, loving the thrill of pushing his buttons, knowing it would bring you more of what you craved.

Maintaining eye contact, he let his hands slide down to the waistband of your pants. “Someone has to keep an eye on you.” he murmured, pulling your pants down. His hands trailed down your smooth thighs, his touch leaving goosebumps in its wake. Kneeling down, his fingers traced the outline of your clothed heat, a proud smile tugging at his lips as he felt the damp fabric.

He rubbed against the soaked cloth, making you throw your head back, legs parting for him. Slipping the material aside with one finger, he let another dip into your wetness. A gasp left your lips, and your head tipped back as he slipped his middle finger inside, your hot, slick walls welcoming him easily.

He pumped his finger in and out, and you quickly unraveled, reduced to a moaning mess on top of the counter. Soon, he added another finger, intensifying the sensation and drawing a whimper from you. “Yunho… morrreeee...” you breathed out, toes curling as his skilled fingers pushed you toward the edge.

“Want more, babygirl? Ask nicely.” he teased, slowing his fingers to a torturous pace that left you whimpering, begging him to go faster.

“Yunho, please, I-I need more..” you begged, lips parted, and, satisfied, he quickened his movements, his fingers pumping into you as his thumb circled your sensitive clit. With a cry, you came around his fingers.

Was Yunho done with you? Absolutely not. His eyes, darkened with lust, met yours with a smug smile that told you you were in for a long night.

Pulling his fingers out of you, he brought them to his mouth, licking them clean as he held your gaze. You swallowed at the sight, wondering how you both had ended up here when just yesterday, you couldn’t stand each other.

Guess this was the steam that needed blowing off.

“Open.” he commanded, tapping his finger against your lips. You obeyed, taking his long digits into your mouth, swirling your tongue around them as your hands worked to undo his pants. Sucking on his fingers, you watched as Yunho slipped out of his boxers, revealing his large, hard, and thoroughly tempting length. Your mouth watered as he stroked himself, preparing to enter you. Pulling his fingers from your mouth, he smirked, tasting the faint trace of you on them as he did.

With a quick tug, he removed your panties and aligned himself at your entrance, your core practically begging for him to fill you. His signature smug smile remained as his eyes held yours, and you gripped his shoulders as his tip pushed through your walls, stretching you deliciously as he finally bottomed out. He paused, letting you adjust to his length, and you gasped before nodding him to continue.

With your permission, Yunho began to move, each thrust slow but steady, reaching deep, hitting that perfect spot inside you. Your vision blurred with pleasure as he drove into you, his pace intensifying, while his lips found yours again. With every thrust, he pushed you closer to the edge, and you could feel another climax building, waiting to crash over you like a wave.

Yunho’s pace quickened, his thrusts growing deeper, each one hitting that perfect spot inside you.His lips pressed against yours, swallowing your gasps as the pressure built up fast, and each movement pushed you closer to the edge until you couldn’t hold back anymore.

Your hands gripped his shoulders tightly, fingers digging into him as the building tension finally snapped, sending you spiraling into release. A wave of pleasure washed over you as you hard around his cock , pleasure consuming you completely as you clenched around him, your body trembling in his arms. Yunho’s name slipped from your lips, mingling with the breathless moans he drew out of you, his hips never faltering as he rode you through the high.

Yunho’s thrusts slowed as he guided you through the last waves of pleasure, his own breaths turning ragged. After a few moments, he pulled out of you, warmth spilling onto your thighs as he held you close. Your bodies remained tangled as you both caught your breath, hearts still racing.

Pressing a gentle kiss to your hair, Yunho kept his arms wrapped around you, neither of you willing to let go just yet as you came down from the high together.

After a while, recovering from the delicious pleasure, you slipped out of his arms. “Happy? I finished what I started.” you shot at him, smiling as you cleaned yourself with a tissue from the counter.

“Who finished whom? From what I remember, someone was begging me for more.” Yunho replied playfully, taking the tissue from your hand to help clean you up.

“Let’s not get cocky now, baby boy. I might get mad again.” you teased with a pout, and he just grinned back.

“Good thing I like you mad.” he said, flashing you a wicked smile.

After cleaning up, you both wrapped up your work for the night and decided to head home.

The next morning came sooner than expected, and you and Yunho found yourselves standing in front of Namjoon as he reviewed your research papers. They weren’t fully finished, but he wanted to see the progress.

“Hmm… not bad. Not bad at all,” he said, handing the papers back to both of you. “I have news for you both.” he added, and you stiffened, anticipating he might not publish your paper or perhaps had given the spot to Jungkook, your senior who also worked under him.

“Since you both took my advice and decided to work as a team yesterday, I’m allowing two papers to be published this term. And with both of your research being so interesting, I can’t help but let you both publish under me.” he said, giving you both a proud smile.

“Really? Professor, you’re not kidding?” you asked, grinning from ear to ear, thrilled that you’d finally get to publish your paper.

“Thank you so much, Professor.” Yunho said beside you, shooting you a smile.

“Yes! I’m letting my two star students publish, so finish up the papers quickly. The deadline is near.” Namjoon smiled before returning to his seat.

The whole lab erupted in applause, and congratulations were offered to both of you. Returning to your workstation, memories of the previous night crossed your mind. You didn’t notice when Yunho came up beside you, waving two tickets in front of you.

“I have an extra ticket, if you’re free tonight,” he asked casually.

“Jeong Yunho, are you asking me on a date?” you teased, as Wooyoung looked back briefly before smiling and returning to his work.

“Hey, keep it down! And who said it’s a date… I just happened to have an extra ticket,” he paused, then added, “But if you don’t want it…”

You snatched the ticket from his hand, smiling. “I’ll take it. I’ll take it. I mean, it’d be a crime to let someone else suffer in your company!” you teased, grinning at him. Yunho returned the smile before heading back to his work.

As you returned to your own work, you could hear Wooyoung whisper to Seonghwa, “Their chemistry is way better than actual chemistry.”

~ ~ Chérie ☆ signin’ off

Disclaimer : This is totally fictional and not a real depiction of the ATEEZ members. It's all just for fun only so please don’t take anything seriously and keep the mood light around here.

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Paradise | JJK - Fifteen

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: smut, neighbors to lovers (not quite friends but not quite strangers), slow burn, love triangle, Stripper!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: we finally get a JinKook showdown in the most ridiculous way possible, the tiniest bit of angst, CONFESSIONS!!, followed by post-confession sex, JK hits it raw, OC in lingerie, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), lots of talking about feelings, I'm sorry but this gets a little soft because I love these two

Word Count: 6.3k

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: That sexy man on stage - the one currently giving your friend the lap dance of her LIFE - is your super shy neighbor, Jeon Jungkook?!

A/N: We're back and we're nearing the end! Thank you to everyone who has been waiting patiently for the next chapter - I didn't mean for it to take so long, but, well, life 🤷‍♀️ Anyway, I'm very excited to share this chapter with you finally - I hope you enjoy!

Unbeta’d as usual. Please don’t be a silent reader, I’d love to hear from you!  💕

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Despite his words earlier, Jungkook is in fact one of the first people on the dance floor when it opens. And of course, you’re right there with him. How could you say no when he holds his hand out and smiles at you like that - like nothing else would make him happier right now than you in his arms?

After all the time you’ve spent admiring Jungkook’s moves when he dances for you, it’s a whole new perspective to get to experience them when you’re dancing with him. Part of that difference is due to the deejay keeping it wholesome with the song selections, since Jennie and Yoongi’s family members are the majority of the revelers surrounding you. So there’s a lot less grinding and a lot more distance between the two of you.

You don’t really try to keep up with him - it’s not that you’re a terrible dancer, it’s just that he’s so fucking good. His every movement is so natural, like he’s not even trying. He does show off just a little bit, when Jisoo eggs him on, slipping into a freakishly accurate robot that has a small ring of guests gathering around to cheer him on. The giant grin on his face tells you he’s enjoying the attention just as much as the faint blush on the tips of his ears tells you he’s just a little bashful about it. 

After a few songs, the music finally slows a little, the crowd thinning as only couples are left. Jungkook draws you close, one arm sliding around your back as the other clasps your hand, holding it to his chest. The room around you falls away as he takes the lead, swaying with you around the floor.

“Are you having a good time, jagi?” he murmurs after a moment. 

“I am, Kookie.” Lifting your head from his shoulder, you gaze into his eyes, feeling that familiar warmth overtake you when he returns your smile. “Thanks for coming with me today.”

“Like I’d turn down the chance for free food and drinks,” he teases, laughing when you huff and try to pull away, tightening his grip to keep you locked in place. “What? I’m just being honest.” 

“Ass,” you mutter, but you can’t stop smiling, and neither can he. He lifts his arm, hand pressing lightly on your back to guide you in a spin, then brings you back into his embrace. You spot Rosé across the room, watching you and Jungkook dance, and she politely claps as you shake your head, grinning. 

The beat picks up again, and your friends surround you and Jungkook. Rosé, Jisoo, and Jin all dance together as Lisa introduces Yi-Jeong to the group. Even Jennie and Yoongi join in, and it’s true what Jennie told you yesterday - her man definitely has moves. Everyone’s happy and laughing, and you’re so full of joy you could just burst.

Jin suddenly twirls, facing Jungkook with an intense look on his face. The younger man takes a step back in surprise as Jin starts to rock his body back and forth, like he’s about to bust out a breakdance move. Is he seriously about to - 

“Ooh, dance battle!” Jisoo cups her hands around her mouth, yelling. Your other friends start whooping, forming a circle around Jungkook and Jin. Jisoo pulls you next to her from where you’ve been standing, so you’re not between them anymore. “Get it, Bambi!” 

While the others around you are shouting encouragement, you just gaze silently between the two men, unsure if you should be joining in. Unsure if this is a friendly competition or if the tense vibes you feel radiating between them is something more. From the expressions on their faces, it’s clear that they’re going to do this, so you just sigh, bobbing along to the beat, waiting for the show. 

Jungkook stops gawking at Jin and begins bedrocking, swinging his hands as he faces Jin with a fierce look. Jin glares back, sticking his arms out as he undulates in a rather impressive wave, rolling his long limbs from left to right. 

It’s not until you hear clapping behind you that you realize that more people have joined the circle, crowding in behind you, shouting Jin’s name. Jungkook hears it too, his brow furrowing slightly. It’s clear his competitive nature’s kicked in when he peels his suit jacket off. You hold your hand out for it automatically, feeling a swoop of heat in your stomach as he gives it to you with a wink. 

The tip of his tongue slips out as Jungkook suddenly throws himself towards the ground, landing on one hand like he’s doing a handstand, and then kicks his legs out in a cartwheel kick. He’s so smooth with it, inverting himself like it’s nothing, that you actually gasp.

It’s like he cranked the volume up on the crowd, and someone - Rosé, maybe? - starts chanting Jungkook’s name. You can’t help but add your voice to the mix. 

Jungkook lands back on his feet and motions for Jin to go. Jin also takes his jacket off, jaw clenching firmly. He rolls his body a few times before bouncing into the Roger Rabbit, feet stepping quickly, arms flapping at his side like wings. It’s surprisingly loose and funky, two words you don’t typically associate with Jin. 

Lisa yells, “Go chef!” and the crowd divides itself into two chants. Jin ends his turn with a little flourish, dusting imaginary dirt from his broad shoulders. But you know from Jungkook’s smirk that he’s undaunted, and without a second’s hesitation, he swiftly dives to the floor, launching himself into a windmill.

Your friends explode into cheers, watching Jungkook roll round and round the floor. As he picks up speed, he tucks his arms up onto his stomach, doing the trick with no hands. Then he comes to a stop with a freeze, legs hanging in the air. 

The crowd chants Jungkook’s name only as he rises to his feet. He straightens his tie, then gestures to Jin. Jin rocks for a few beats, a strange look in his eye. 

Then he throws his hands out in front of him, holding one steady while the other mimics winding a reel. 

“Is he - is he fishing for Jungkook?” 

You don’t answer Rosé as there’s no need to. Jin’s clearly doing the fishing pole move. One by one, the voices around you grow quieter. Jungkook blinks at Jin for a few seconds, obviously thrown by this decision.

Then he grins, flapping his hands by his face like fins.

“Oh, wow, they share a brain cell,” Lisa says. “Did not see that coming.” 

Jisoo groans. “Well, this is anticlimactic. I was promised bloodshed.” 

“Who promised you that?” you ask, laughing. Feeling a tiny bit relieved. 

The crowd departs, but the two men keep dancing. Jungkook pretends he’s been hooked, thrashing from side-to-side before dropping to the ground in his signature dolphin kick. Always a performer to the end, you think, as he hops back to his feet, and he and Jin take turns bowing to one another. 

The smile on his face gets wider when Jungkook sees you clapping for him. He reaches for his jacket, and you impulsively press a kiss to his cheek, biting back a laugh as his eyes widen slightly.

“If those are the moves you pull out for a dance-off, I can’t wait to see what you’ve got planned for later,” you whisper. Jungkook’s arm grips your side as he tilts his head to look at you. His touch is warm, but it can’t match the heat in his eyes. 

“Careful what you ask for, jagiya,” he replies, gaze dropping to your mouth so briefly that you almost miss it. “I need some water. Do you want anything?” 

You shake your head, and he disappears towards the tables. As soon as he’s gone, you feel someone brush your arm. 

“Okay, I’ll give it to the kid - he’s got moves,” Jin declares, holding his hand out in an offer to dance. You silently take it, letting him pull you close as the deejay cues up a ballad. 

Jin’s quiet for a few beats, leading you in small circles around the dance floor. It strikes you that this is the first time the two of you have really been face-to-face since yesterday, that weird standoff in the hallway earlier notwithstanding. You haven’t had a chance to talk to him alone since - 

“So what’s up with your boy?” 

You meet Jin’s gaze with a raised eyebrow. “Jungkook? What do you mean?”

Jin shrugs, the movement jostling your hand where it rests on his shoulder. “I mean, he looked like he was ready to throw hands when he introduced himself earlier. Like he was just itching for a fight.” 

“And you’re not?” You snort when he blinks in exaggerated confusion. “Oh, come on, all those snide little comments you were making at the table? Arguing with him about who has it worse? What was that all about?” 

Jin maintains his affronted expression for half a minute longer before he starts to laugh. “Okay, fine, I admit I was just pushing his buttons at dinner. In my defense, he made it too easy!” He laughs harder when you roll your eyes and start to pull away. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry. But I had to do something to cheer myself up. It wasn’t easy for me to sit there and watch the two of you together, to see the way you look at him.” 

Your curiosity tampers down your annoyance for a moment. “How do I look at him?” 

Jin smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Like there’s no one else in the world.” 

You glance away, unsure what to say to that. Your gaze flits around the room until it lands on Jungkook, finding him at one of the tables, chatting with Lisa and Yi-jeong. His nose crinkles as he laughs with your friend, tattooed hand coming up to swipe away the hair that falls into his face, and you hear Jin sigh. 

“Yeah, that’s the look,” he says, shaking his head. He shifts his arm from your back, leading you into a gentle spin. “I was honestly surprised at how easy it was to antagonize him. Figured nothing I could do or say would bother him, knowing he won your heart.”

When you don’t respond to that, staring at Jin’s bowtie instead of meeting his eye, he hums. 

“Oh, I see. You haven’t told him yet.” 

Without warning, Jin dips you. You gasp, clutching his bicep to steady yourself.

“Are you having second thoughts?” he murmurs. His hand grips yours tightly, arm cradles your back, keeping you in place while his face hovers a mere breath above yours. 

It’s an intimate pose, the way he holds you now, yet just like yesterday, you feel nothing.

“No. No second thoughts.” You’ve recovered from your momentary shock, voice steady as you reply. “I’m sorry, Jin, but like I told you yesterday, it’s Jungkook I want.” 

Immediately, you’re back on your feet. 

“Yeah, I didn’t think so.” Jin grins a crooked grin. “Had to ask, though.” 

You roll your eyes. “I’m starting to regret this whole ‘let’s be friends’ idea.” 

He ignores your jibe. “Can I ask you a serious question?” 

You take a moment to study his face before answering. All traces of humor have vanished as he waits for your response. Slowly, you nod. 

“What are you waiting for?” 

The rooftop garden glows softly in the night air, lit by tiny lights strung along the trees and flowering plants. Hidden speakers strewn around the open space bring the music from the reception outside, providing a gentle soundtrack for a beautiful summer evening. 

“Where are we going?” Jungkook asks, hand clasped firmly in yours as you lead him out of the reception and across the garden. 

In the corner of the roof, there’s a small nook carved out between two potted cherry blossoms, their branches obscuring the two of you from any of the other guests milling about. Right now, you need a little privacy.

You also need a moment to gather your thoughts. Your stomach’s jumped into your throat at the thought of what you’re about to do, and your anxiousness makes it hard to think straight. It doesn’t help that you’re slightly distracted by the sight in front of you. 

Although the sun’s long since set, the air is still warm. Jungkook’s shed his jacket, has his tie loosened, sleeves rolled to his elbows, hand still in yours as he looks at you expectantly, patiently waiting for you to speak. You can see the moon reflecting in his bright eyes, and for a moment, you’re back in the elevator at your apartment, staring at your handsome neighbor, that shy man with the sweet smile.

It wasn’t that long ago that he was a total stranger. Someone you saw occasionally at the mailboxes, someone who regularly ran away when you tried to talk to him. You didn’t know anything about him back then - what he did, what he liked, what made him laugh. What his kisses felt like. 

It wasn’t that long ago, yet it already feels like a distant memory. One that you never want to return to. Knowing everything you know about him now, feeling everything you feel - you can’t go back. There’s only one thing you need to do now - tell him. 

No reason to wait a second longer. 

Taking a deep breath, you squeeze his hand. “Jungkook, I brought you out here because I wanted to tell you something. I’m… ah, I’m not very good at this kind of thing, but I’m gonna try because I don’t want to drag this out when I don’t need to.” 

Jungkook’s eyebrows twitch slightly, but he doesn’t say anything, so you go on. 

“You know how I went to Jennie’s yesterday? Um, Jin was also there, with Yoongi. He pulled me aside and told me that the job Wendy asked me to interview for is actually his show for Nosh. And then he started talking about the two of us working together and traveling and -”

“Choose me, jagiya.” 

“Huh?” 

His interruption throws you off from the rambly mess you were attempting to say. Jungkook reaches for your other hand, holding both against his chest, and gives you a shaky smile. 

“Choose me, jagi. I know I don’t have a career like Seokjin does, or his money, or - or even a guarantee that I’ll ever have either of those things. I probably can’t promise you most of the things he can.” He pauses to draw a long breath, like he’s trying to slow himself down and not rush over his words, and oh, you want to kiss him so much right now. Even if this isn’t how it’s supposed to go. “But I can promise y-”

“No no!” It’s his turn to look surprised as you raise your hands to his mouth, muffling his speech. “Jungkook, stop! I was trying to tell you that I ended things with Jin yesterday. You don’t have to say another word because it’s over.” 

“Mmt’s omer?” he mumbles against your fingers, eyes widening. 

“Yes, it’s over,” you giggle, uncovering his mouth, and suddenly all of your nervousness floats away on the evening breeze. “Come on, Kookie. Don’t you know? I’ve already chosen. It’s you. It’s always been you.” 

Jungkook continues to stare at you with those big doe eyes as your words slowly sink in, and you can’t help but smile, fondly, so, so fondly, that familiar sensation of warmth surging up from your chest, and you know now that it has a name, that buzz, that elation, that euphoria, and it’s on the tip of your tongue, just waiting for you to breathe it to life. 

So you exhale. 

“I think I’m falling in love with you.” 

For just the slightest of moments - a fraction of a second, a single heartbeat - when he doesn’t do anything, doesn’t so much as blink or breathe, you’re scared you’ve said too much. It’s too soon, too fast, too everything. 

But then he wraps his arms around you, holding you close enough that you can feel his own heart thumping wildly within his chest, and puts your fears to rest with four simple words, whispered softly against your lips.  

“Jagi, I’ve already fallen.” 

He kisses you, soft and slow, every touch so full of tenderness that you could cry. You tangle your fingers in his hair, desperately seeking something to hold onto, to keep you from floating right off the roof. He’s fallen for you. Jungkook’s fallen for you. 

You never knew your heart could hold so much. 

All your nervousness from before has dissipated. Now the only reason your pulse races is the nearness of him.

“Are you in any hurry to get back in there?” he asks, tipping his head towards the party.

You shake your head. 

He smiles. “Good.” 

He takes your hand again, locking his other arm around your back. You lay your head on his shoulder and close your eyes, listening to him sing along lightly with the music drifting across the rooftop. Even when the song changes to something more uptempo, he doesn’t let go, just laces his fingers through yours and continues to sway with you beneath the stars. 

Many songs later, when the two of you finally return to the party, you find that it’s already winding down. Jennie and Yoongi are making their rounds to say goodbye, needing to go home  and pack for their trip to Jeju Island in the morning. 

Jennie grabs your arm and pulls you away from Jungkook, waving the other bridesmaids over. “I’m gonna do it tonight!” 

Jisoo pinches her cheek. “Babe, you’ve already done it. That’s why you’re late, remember?” 

“Ha, ha.” Jennie smacks her hand away. “I mean I’m gonna tell Yoongi I’m pregnant, smartass.” 

“Ah, I’m so excited for you!” Lisa gives her a hug, and then you’re all hugging. 

“Have you all had a good time tonight?” Jennie asks, not waiting for an answer. “This has been the most amazing day! Thank you for everything, I couldn’t have done this without you.” 

“Yes, you could have,” you grin. 

“Okay, true, I could have. But it wouldn’t have been as much fun without you all. I love you so much!” 

“We love you too. Now go celebrate with your husband!” Rosé giggles, emphasizing the last word with an energetic wiggle of her eyebrows. 

“Yeah, get out of here. Some of us have plans tonight but we can’t leave until you do.” Jisoo declares. 

“She makes a good point,” Lisa chimes in, glancing over her shoulder at where Yi-jeong sits alone, clearly waiting. 

“Wow, okay,” Jennie laughs, but she’s flying too high to really be mad. “I’ll see you all in a week!” 

It’s as you turn to walk back to Jungkook that you remember. 

“Oh! Lisa!” 

Your friend glances at you as you back away with a giant grin. 

“Pay Rosé her fifty bucks.” 

“Why are your friends screaming like that?” Jungkook asks when you rejoin him. 

You just smile and press a soft kiss to his cheek. “Ready to get out of here?” 

Riding Jungkook’s motorcycle is a much more pleasant experience tonight than it was on your way home from your first date. The sky is clear above you as Jungkook expertly weaves through traffic, and you’re warm and dry sitting behind him, wearing his suit jacket, arms tight around his waist. You spend most of the ride hugging more than holding on to him. 

Every few blocks, he releases the hand grip to let his palm rest on your thigh for a moment, squeezing gently. You think he means it as a reassuring touch, knowing how shaky you are with the entire concept of motorcycles to begin with, how just the thought of riding one still makes you nervous, but the actual effect he's having on you is far from comforting. It’s driving you insane.

By the time you reach your apartment door, you’re feral with need. You toss Jungkook’s jacket onto the floor and Jungkook lets out a surprised yelp when you tug on his arm as he’s closing the door. He barely has a chance to turn the lock before you’re pulling him down, passionately kissing away his confused noise. 

“B-baby,” he finally manages to stammer out after a few minutes of intense making out, “baby, do you wanna move to the couch?” 

You shake your head. “Need you now.” 

“Yeah?” His eyes are so dark that it makes you shudder when he catches your gaze. “Always so needy for me, huh? Just like the first time?” 

You remember that night, the way he’d fucked you against the hallway wall, both of you too desperate to even make it another ten feet to your bed. That same greedy desire burns through you now. 

Thank god for the slit in your dress. Hitching your leg up, you wrap it around his back, guiding him back down on top of you. 

“Just like that,” your voice trembles, back arching as Junghook’s hand snakes between you, rubbing at you through your dress. “Ahh, fuck, just like that!” 

You grasp at the side zipper on the dress, fingers fumbling too much to yank it down as quickly as you want. Jungkook has to do it for you, helping you sit up long enough to shed the entire gown. 

He sucks in a sharp breath. “Jagi.” 

If you weren’t already dying for him, the expression on his face when he sees you in the lingerie you’re wearing beneath your dress would do it. 

“Does it look better in person?” you ask, running your fingers over your chest, thumbs pressing in slow circles to wake your nipples, feeling them swell beneath the lace. 

With a pained groan, Jungkook starts hurriedly tearing at his suit, throwing the items nearly halfway across the open space of your living room in his urgency, not stopping until he’s completely naked, cock already hardening between his legs. 

“Yeah,” he grunts, biting his lip to let his hands do the talking. They travel over your torso, up across your breasts, squeezing your hands so you grip yourself harder. He laughs at your little gasp, and then he’s swallowing your sounds with his eager mouth, knocking your legs apart with his knee so he can press his body to yours. 

Your own impatience has you hooking your calves the backs of his thighs, bending your knees to urge him nearer. But no matter how close he is to you, it’s not enough, an itch you can’t scratch no matter how much you try. 

“I think this is going to have to come off now,” you frown, tugging at your bodice. You need to feel him, skin-to-skin. 

“Oh, not yet,” Jungkook says, voice near enough to be a growl. “Please, jagi, keep it on a little longer. For me.” He looks at you with such a lustful gaze that you find yourself nodding, immediately caving to his wish. If he wants to fuck you in your lingerie, fine. There will be more time to feel him later. 

There will be more time for everything you want with Jungkook. 

His mouth reconnects with yours. You sigh into him as his fingers find the snaps at the crotch of the teddy. He’s not gentle with them, practically ripping them open, but he’s more delicate as he slides his finger into you, finding you just as wet as always. He plunges two fingers in, and you know he’s trying to take his time and make sure you’re ready, but you’re too impatient for his consideration right now. 

“Come on, Kookie,” you plead, cupping his chin to draw his gaze away from his work, “I’m ready. I need you now.” 

“Shit,” he mutters, clearly reading your frustration. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I wanna feel you.” 

He reaches for his pants, which have been flung over the back of the couch, and you stop him.

“No, I mean, I want to feel you.”

Jungkook swallows hard, his Adam’s apple visibly bobbing. “Jesus Christ, jagiya, you’re going to kill me.” He kisses you again, before his expression turns serious. “Can we? I mean, are you on something -” 

Laughing, you grab his face again, pulling him back to you for another kiss. 

“I have an implant. And I haven’t been with anyone since you and I have been…” you trail off, unsure what to call it. Dating? “Not since the last time I was tested.” 

“No one?” He doesn’t say the name, but you know what he’s asking. 

“No one.” You and Seokjin never got that far.

“I haven’t been with anyone either.” Jungkook strokes his thumb along your cheek. “It’s just been you. You’re the only one I want.” 

“Then have me.” With another sigh, you lift your hips, rolling against him. 

Jungkook groans, and you barely have a second to breathe before his lips take yours again. There’s some shifting, you spreading your legs while he’s propping himself up on one elbow and lining himself up with his other hand, and then he’s sinking in, slowly, filling you up hot inch by hot inch, until he’s completely sheathed. 

You got your wish. You can feel all of him. It’s a new sensation, and it’s intense, but you can tell it’s even more so for him. 

“Oh, goddamn, jagi.” Jungkook presses his forehead to yours. His chest heaves as he holds himself completely still. “You’re so - fuck.” 

“Yeah? Is it that good?” 

He nods a little, eyes squeezing shut, and you run your fingers through his hair, trying to impart some comfort. As much as you want him to rail you through the floor right now, you don’t want to rush him anymore. 

“Does it really feel that different?”

Jungkook shakes his head. “It’s not that. That’s part of it - you feel so fucking good, baby - but it’s - it’s…” He huffs out a short breath, shaking his head again. “I don’t know how to say it. It’s everything.” 

And you understand exactly what he means, not by whatever he’s trying and failing to say, but by the look in his eyes. 

“Oh,” is all you can say, feeling your own words slipping away from you, as he starts to move. 

His cock drags slowly, so slowly at first, his head bowing as he concentrates on the feeling of you, the way your cunt seems to suck him back in eagerly, walls clenching when he snaps his hips experimentally. He observes every breath that escapes you, every mewl and whimper, and adjusts his pace, the strength of his thrusts, all the while drowning in his own perception, the tight heat and wetness of your core making his eyes roll back in his head with each pump. 

Neither of you speak after that, but you don’t need to. Your bodies communicate everything you’re feeling, punctuated by the unrestrained noises you both make. Your nails rake down Jungkook’s back as he fucks into you, drawing whine after whine from him, broken cries of desire, of wanting you to hold him, claim him, just as he’s claiming you. Mine, your fingernails declare, inscribing his skin with scratches. Yours, his hips answer in return, powerfully driving into yours, connecting you again and again, faster and faster. 

His hand clutches at the thigh you’ve wrapped around his waist, fingers twisting around the garter straps, and you can tell from his unsteady panting that he’s close. Your own pleasure is nearing the precipice, but you know he’s going to reach his first. Which he confirms with a strangled whimper.

“Jagi, I’m - I’m gonna come,” he grits through his teeth, brow furrowed, like he’s focusing all his energy on not coming right then and there. “‘M sorry, I can’t stop, I can’t - “

“Don’t stop, Kookie, don’t stop!” You don’t care if he finishes first. This isn’t about just sex anymore. All you want is for him to feel as good as he makes you feel, all the time. “Come on, cum inside me. Give me everything, fill me up!” 

“Fuck!” he grunts, moaning your name, and with only a few more thrusts, he follows your command. His hips jerk wildly as he gives in to the burning need beneath his skin and fills you with his hot release. It seems to go on and on, until he’s gasping, sagging against you weakly, too wrung out to hold himself up any longer. “Holy shit.”

You just hum, stroking his sweat-soaked hair, until he finally lifts his head. 

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I got caught up in the moment. Too much going on in my head and - and, fuck, you felt too good.” He gives you a sheepish smile.

You shush his apologies with a laugh, wrapping your arms around him again, urging him to lay down, so his head rests on your chest. “You don’t have to explain. It’s been… it’s been a long time since I’ve felt anything like this.” 

He sighs, moving slightly so he can leave light kisses over your covered chest. “Me too.” His hand trails lazily down your torso, following the swirls in the lace’s pattern. “I’m glad you said what you did. On the roof. I wanted to tell you before how I felt, but I was afraid you’d think I was rushing things.” His voice gets quieter. “It wouldn’t be the first time.” 

There’s a sadness in his tone, a naked vulnerability that makes your heart ache, so you squeeze him a little tighter. You know exactly what he means. 

He raises his head a little, starts kissing his way down your stomach. “Are you still…”

“Am I still what?” You bite your lip as he reaches the apex of your thighs, gently nudging them further apart so he can lie in between. 

Jungkook presses soft kisses to your inner thighs, one side, then the other, before he looks up at you. “Was that enough for you or are you still wanting more? You were so needy earlier, jagiya.” 

Of course you still want more. You don’t think you’ll ever get enough of him. 

“Yeah,” you say, your fingers combing his hair out of his face so there’s nothing hiding him from you, just as there’s nothing hiding you from him, “I want more. Please, Kookie.” 

The smirk that spreads across his lovestruck face sends your heart racing. Your back arches off the floor when he coaxes the first orgasm from you with his tongue, feels like it might snap in half by the time he pulls the second one with his fingers. 

You melt into his embrace afterward, so thoroughly satiated, so utterly content, that you nearly fall asleep. But Jungkook coaxes you off the floor and into the bathroom, to wash his back in the shower before he tenderly scrubs yours, and then into bed, where the last thing you see before closing your eyes is the smile on his face as he whispers good night. 

“What does this one mean?” 

It’s late. Very late, sometime between midnight and early morning, when you should be asleep. You’d awoken in need of some water, slipping out carefully, trying not to wake Jungkook, only to come back to find him up and waiting for you to return to bed. He wasn’t just awake but up up, and you couldn’t resist, climbing directly into his lap for a slow, lazy ride. 

Now, you’re lying together, back pressed to Jungkook’s chest, with his arm draped beneath your breasts, as he gives you a tour of his tattoos. He tells you that most are symbolic, but a few have stories behind them, and you listen raptly to each one. Even though he’s probably tired, he’s indulging you, answering all your questions without so much as a single yawn.

He tilts his head to look at where you’re tapping on a striped snake. “That one? That’s supposed to represent growth. You know, shedding my skin, like a snake.” He flexes his forearm and the snake moves as if undulating on its own. “Do you like snakes?” 

“I like them a lot more than spiders, I can tell you that,” you reply, giggling. 

He laughs, watching silently as your fingers roam over his skin. There’s so much ink covering him, and you’re dying to know about all of it, filled with a buzzing curiosity despite the late hour. 

“What about this one?” Gingerly, you trace over the orange tiger lily etched onto the inside of his forearm, as if afraid that pressing too harshly will cause the petals to crumple. It’s gorgeously vibrant, the glowing color popping vividly against his skin. 

“Ah, that’s my birth flower.” Jungkook laughs a quick laugh. “That one was actually Taehyung’s suggestion. Do you know what the flower is supposed to represent?” 

“Uh-uh.” 

“Self-confidence.” He laughs again, shaking you a little as his chest vibrates. “He said it’d be a good reminder when he’s not around, that I still need to be confident.”

“Taehyung’s a good friend,” you remark, and Jungkook hums in assent. He rubs mindlessly at the flower with his other hand, fingertips bumping against yours. 

“You know, there’s another reason I got this one. A hidden meaning that tiger lilies are meant to express.” 

“Ooh, a hidden meaning?” You tilt your head to peer at him. “And what’s that?” 

Even in the dim light from your bedside lamp, you can see the tips of Jungkook’s ears turning red as he smiles bashfully, his eyes crinkling when he answers. “Please love me.” 

It’s impossible to resist kissing him, kissing that shy bunny smile that you’ve adored all this time, so you don’t even try, cupping his cheeks gently while you brush his lips with yours. When you pull away, his face is flushed, and he laughs, dipping his head in embarrassment even as he whispers, “Keep going.” 

You giggle, and kiss him again, and then stop. “Oh! Wait a minute.” 

Jungkook lets out a small grunt of displeasure when you leave his embrace, but you return quickly, handing him a small frame from your desk. 

“Jagi, you framed this?” He stares through the glass at the tiger lily sketch he’d drawn for you, back when he asked you out on your first date.

“Well, yeah. It was too pretty not to.” 

You take your place between his legs again, his arm automatically sliding around your waist while he gazes at the picture. “But it was just a quick little drawing. It’s not my best work.” 

“So? I think it’s beautiful. And… it’s from you.” You can feel your neck warming as you speak. “I like to keep it on my desk when I’m working. Every time I get annoyed by something, I look at it, and it calms me down.” Your lips quirk in a little smile. “So you can imagine that I look at it a lot,” you say, half-joking, half-not. Because it’s true, you do stare at it a lot. The drawing always brings you peace. Because it reminds you of Jungkook. So fiery and bright, but also so lovely and delicate. 

“Jagi,” Jungkook says again, swallowing thickly. His arm squeezes you closer.

You take the frame from his hand, placing it on the nightstand, before shifting to face him, legs straddling his as you loop your arms around his neck. “Be honest - were you sending me a hidden message with this?” 

His ears are burning red again. “Maybe. Guess it worked.” 

You surge forward, kissing the cheeky smile right off his face. His hands settle on your hips, holding you tightly, as if right now there’s any danger of you leaving. There’s nowhere else you’d rather be, with no one else. 

But you’re also wondering something you’ve been wondering for a while now, and since he’s been so obliging so far, you decide to ask him one more question. “Can I ask you something?”

“Jagi, all you’ve been doing is asking me questions,” Jungkook grins. 

You roll your eyes at his teasing tone. “Yeah, okay, I just mean, can I ask about something that doesn’t have anything to do with your tattoos?” 

He nods. 

“If I hadn’t come to Paradise with my friends that night, would you ever have made a move?”

He clearly wasn’t expecting that question, judging by the look on his face. His eyes fall out of focus as they stare unseeing at you, and you know he’s lost in thought. You give him the time to find his way to an answer, running your fingers through his hair soothingly while you wait.

“I don’t know,” he finally admits. “I’d like to think that yes, I would’ve gotten up the nerve to talk to you. But it might’ve taken a while. Seeing you at Paradise kind of gave me an opening.”

“I think this still would’ve happened,” you tell him, suddenly filled with an unusual amount of confidence, bolstered by his hands on your waist, his eyes locked on yours, “all of this. I think we would’ve ended up just like this.” 

“How do you know that?”

“I would’ve worn you down at the mailboxes,” you grin. “At the rate we were going, it probably would’ve taken a decade, but we’d get there eventually.” 

He laughs, hands locking behind your back as he holds you close. “Or maybe I would’ve shown up at your door one night and danced for you. Maybe that’s what I did in another universe.” 

“I’m sure it worked,” you murmur, leaning closer to his lips. “I think in any universe, we end up like this. We’re just lucky that we got here so fast.” 

“The luckiest,” he agrees, closing the space between you. 

When you finally fall asleep again, you dream of falling through other universes, following the same dark eyes and wicked smirk through each.

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BTS - The Night Before (Suga x Jeong-sun) & (J-Hope x Nana)

Contains: Fluff, some angst. Mentions of RM and V.

Set shortly after ‘The Final Shift’ and ‘Flower Arrangements’, Jeong-sun spends the night before her wedding at Hoseok and Nana’s apartment. 

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She almost didn’t spot him at first. The sky outside the sliding door was a murky blue, signalling the first sign of dusk, and his silhouette on the patio porch blended almost seamlessly with the treeline beyond the brick wall at the end of the tiny garden. Jeong-sun had checked the studio twice already, certain he would be there. But the piano lay still in the dark, no sheets of music or writing littering its surface. She hadn’t heard him play for a week at least, though she supposed she knew why. 

The door was slightly ajar and she pushed it gently; a soft trail of cigarette smoke danced through the gap as he exhaled silently. 

“Get lost?” She gently called, not wanting to startle him. 

He looked around, a smile playing on his lips, before turning back to face the small square of grass in the centre of the concrete. Jeong-sun had noted with some amusement, in the short time she had been living with him, that he kept the patch meticulously mowed come rain or shine. He wasn’t overtly prideful about it; after all, there were no flowerbeds to be seen along its edges, but maintaining it came as easily to him as brushing his teeth.

“I’m sorry, just thinking…” He said.

“Good things I hope.” Jeong-sun retorted, though a touch of uncertainty clouded the edges of her voice. She remained still for a moment, tongue subconsciously prodding the inside of her cheek as she clutched a mug of tea between her fingers, before quietly joining him on the step. He’d had his hair cut neatly the day before, cropping it shorter than she had seen it in a few months, and she brushed the ends lovingly as he took another pull on the cigarette, the red tip dancing briefly in the air, before dropping to his side.

“I haven’t seen you smoke in a while.” She commented, without judgment but unable to help the curiosity in her voice.

He looked at her, suddenly aware of his surroundings for the first time in twenty minutes, and smiled, a little aloofly. “Old habits.” He murmured, glancing down as though considering another drag, before deciding against it.

“It’s a nice night.” Her hand touched his covered arm, rubbing it gently. 

“Yeah…”

She realised at once there was something more on his mind…more than the deluge of thoughts and emotions that had been running through hers for the past twenty four hours, and she pushed at it lightly, voice soft.

“Have you heard from Namjoon?”

She expected a sigh, but there came none. “No…” He said quietly in a tone that was hard to read. “Maybe he can’t get to his phone.”

She nodded deftly. “I’m sure that’s it.” If there was doubt in her voice, she hid it well and he didn’t seem to notice.

“It was quite short notice.” He admitted, almost to himself. 

She rubbed his arm once, feeling the cotton sleeve beneath her palm. “I’m glad you changed your mind.” She paused. “At least…I think you’ll be glad later.”

“Tae hasn’t gotten back either.” 

The disappointment was now evident, though not enough to dour his mood. Still, she sensed the cigarettes hadn’t been an accident like he had claimed - there were at least four other butts visible on the patio below. 

“Is that why you’re stressed?” She asked; fingertips brushing along his sleeve comfortingly.

“I’m not stressed.” He turned to her. “Not really.”

She saw at once it was true and felt relieved. Eyes swimming with mirth, she reached for the almost-out cigarette, slipping it from between his fingers and taking her own tokenary drag, exhaling slowly into the still evening evening air, a soft smile playing on her lips. Yoongi took her other hand, fingers pressing against hers.

“What time’s Hoseok picking you up?” He asked.

She checked her watch, the pearlescent face shimmering in the soft glow of the living room behind them. “Half an hour.”

Yoongi laughed breathily. “He’ll be early.” He warned.

“What will you do?” Jeong-sun asked softly, both curious and a little sympathetic.

He shrugged non committedly. “Early night.”

She nodded, not surprised now she thought of it. “Don’t be late.” She quipped.

“I won’t.” He replied seriously.

She sighed. “Are you sure you don’t want me to stay?”

He shook his head at once, mouth twisting. “Hoseok and Nana will have something planned.”

“I was worried about that.” She murmured dryly.

Yoongi laughed, grinning to himself. Still he squeezed her hand in reassurance. “You’ll enjoy yourself.”

“Last night of freedom.” She taunted, eyebrows raised.

He flashed his teeth. “I doubt they’ve hired a stripper.”

She rolled her eyes, though matched his smile. “No, but Seulgi might bark all night. I’ll lose my beauty sleep.”

“Is your mom coming in the morning?”

“My brother’s picking her up from the airport tonight. She’ll stay with him.”

He nodded. “And your dad?”

“Meeting us there.” She turned to him. “I hear he’s bringing a friend.”

Yoongi watched her raise a single eyebrow playfully and sensed the meaning immediately. His chest seemed to warm, which surprised him. “A date?” He confirmed.

“I hope so. She owns a cafe by the river.” She looked back towards the end of the little garden, thinking to herself. “They’ve been friends for years.”

“Good for him.” He nodded solidly, realising how happy the news made him. He had only met her father twice, more recently when the older man came over to drop off some of Jeong-sun’s things, but the respect he had for him was immediate. It was more than the token gratitude he had been brought up to feel when respecting one's elders, and perhaps even more than a quiet sort of fondness he had for the way the man had helped raise Jeong-sun. He had seen a lot of himself in the private way he had carried himself; the mourning he had subtly witnessed for Jeong-sun’s mother who was very much still alive. He realised, this whole time, he had wanted him to be happy.

They once more fell silent, his eyebrows knitting together. She could tell there was something on his mind and made a neutral sound between her lips, urging him to speak.

“I didn’t write a speech.” He admitted, sorrily. 

“Me neither.” 

“I didn’t know what to say…” He looked away, across the garden where the shadows now grew in length. “At least in front of other people.” Pausing, he shook his head. “I couldn’t do it justice.” Slowly, he turned back to her. “I’ve always told you how I feel…” Yoongi paused, hesitating. “Maybe not well enough at first.” The tinge of doubt in his voice made her want to reach for him, touch him. But still, she held back. “I love you so much.” He finished, almost urgently.

“You’ll make me cry.” She smiled, meaning it to sound playful but unable to help the knot which seemed to form in her throat. 

He turned to look at her straight, squeezing her hand tightly, reassuringly. “I don’t think so.”

“I’ve always known.” She reassured him, pressing back against his fingers. 

“I can’t put it into words…”

“Me neither.” She quietly agreed, smiling in understanding. “I just know…” Her eyes stang a little, though she let them. “I can’t wait to be married to you.”

He smiled in response, though fell silent for a moment, lost in thought. “Do you think it will feel any different?”

“I don’t know…” Her mouth curled. “Ask me tomorrow?”

They sat side by side for a while, before deciding, almost in unison, to move to the front, where they would get a better view of the rapidly changing sky and watch out for Hoseok’s arrival. Yoongi left the sliding doors unlocked and Jeong-sun eyed the half-empty pack of Marlboros on the porch, undoubtedly waiting for his return once she left. The thought didn’t trouble her. He seemed as able to pick up the habit and quit again as she had once done jobs during her university years, and she sensed that whatever urge had driven him to the step in the evening twilight, it was serving to comfort him a little. It would be a long night to spend alone.

The front of the house was equally quiet which surprised her for this time of year. As the days grew longer there were usually some signs of activity from the street; people going to parties or into town for the evening, but on this occasion the environment seemed to match their introspective mood. That was, until they heard the approaching tyres of the Porsche as it slid around the bend in the street. Window down, they heard Hoseok’s voice before they fully saw him.

“Aw, you’re holding hands!”

They both looked down, almost unaware of the fact as the younger man parked smoothly against the curb, 

“I’m allowed…” Yoongi retorted dryly before turning to Jeong-sun. “Are you all packed?”

“It’s in the hallway.” She conformed, slowly getting to her feet. 

“We’ll take care of her.” Hoseok reassured as the young woman went back in the house. 

Yoongi nodded. “I’m sure you will.”

She returned a moment later, struggling a little with the holdall which seemed packed to the brim. Jeong-sun, in a last minute rush, had indecisively packed both her hair straighteners and her curling prongs, not sure which she wanted. He slipped the strap a little further up her arm, resting it firmly against her shoulder. 

“So this is it?” She whispered quietly, unsure whether she felt nervous or relieved. 

Yoongi looked at her softly and nodded. “Until tomorrow.” He murmured. 

“I’ll be there.” She smiled. 

“I hope so.”

They leaned in, kissing each other with a surprising tenderness, forgetting they were being watched as their bodies pressed together, her bag nestling between them a little awkwardly as he cupped her cheek. Slowly, he pulled away. The beams from Hoseok’s car lit the street and he sensed the other man’s eagerness to take Jeong-sun to whatever strange fate awaited her back at Nana’s apartment. 

“Oh! You’re not married yet!” Hoseok called playfully as their bodies moved apart. 

“Piss off.” Yoongi murmured casually, making the other man grin with delight.

Jeong-sun flashed an almost sympathetic look, though it was herself she was feeling sorry for, before slipping her bag in the back of the strangely small car, tucking it behind the front seats. Yoongi watched her get in, standing still on the stoop at the front of the house as she waved to him through the window. The car slowly took off, her dark hair just visible as they turned away and Yoongi waited until they were both out of sight before going inside. 

***

“Absolutely not.” Jeong-sun said, a smile playing on her lips. The small, cluttered kitchen smelt strongly of chicken and vegetables, the scent had hit her as soon as she walked through the door, but the oversized pan bubbling on the stove was not what she was referring to.

Hoseok’s eyes widened in excitement. “I’ve tried them before. It’s really good for your complexion.”

The younger woman’s face remained neutral. “Is that so?”

Nana quickly piped up, mixing the thick concoction in the plastic tub with a plastic spatula. The label on the outside showed Jeong-sun it had once held Neapolitan ice cream, though its faded surface suggested it was more used for other purposes. “I learned how to do them at a natural workshop. The teacher said it’s a secret Scandinavian recipe.”

“Is there something wrong with my complexion?” Jeong-sun blinked, not meaning to be serious, but the couple’s faces turned to alarm. 

“No!” They both cried in unison. Hoseok immediately stepped forward, 

“We just thought it would be nice.” He wrapped his arm around her comfortingly before straightening up, his chest puffing a little. “I certainly want to look my best for tomorrow!”

“But if you don’t want to, it’s not a big deal.” Nana quickly added. 

Jeong-sun sighed internally, realising not following their carefully organised plans would certainly lead them to overthink the evening, and dour the mood. “No…” She uttered, giving in. “I’ll try.”

Hoseok stepped away joyfully, uncurling himself from her frame. “Nana made your cake! Just as requested.”

“Carrot and walnut.” The older woman smiled, almost proudly.

“Yoongi says it’s your favourite.” Hoseok nodded. 

Nana frowned. “Though not very traditional.”

Jeong-sun joined them by the kitchen counter, glancing sideways at the plate in the corner which she guessed was the object in question. Nana had covered the enormous mound with a chequered gingham cloth which fit well with the colourful decor of the kitchen. “Thank you.” She murmured, sincerely. “I guess we’re a bit counter for taste.” She admitted, lips turning up at the corner as she remembered the expression on Yoongi’s face when she had first ordered the delicacy, some years ago. They had visited a small bakery off the streets of Insa-dong one morning afternoon after work; his dark cap was as inconspicuous as her oversized sweater, but he had bought it for her and added another for himself just the same.  

“I had to look it up. I’d never made it before.”

“She got the carrots from the balcony.” Hoseok gestured towards the kitchen, where a little row of planters could just be glimpsed beyond the old-fashioned net curtains.

“I had to supplement them with ones from the market.” Nana admitted sadly. “We can’t fit that many in the pot.”

Jeong-sun sighed. “I’m really grateful, but you didn’t have to.”

Nana’s eyes widened at once. “It’s my honour.”

Hoseok nodded eagerly. “She really means it.”

Jeong-sun saw from their matching expressions that it was true, not that she had doubted them. The pair always seemed so earnest in a way which seemed foreign and unfamiliar. Perhaps it was her own upbringing that caused her to view sincerity with distrust. Lost in thought, the sudden bubbling from the stove, which seemed to grow a notch louder, caught her attention as Nana turned down the heat.

“Dinner’s ready.” The older woman said, sliding the lid off the pan. The smell grew stronger and Jeong-sun peered at the contents with curiosity. A thin, brown liquid shimmered, rainbow-like, on the surface. 

“Is that for us?” She asked, trying not to sound ungrateful. 

“No.” Nana laughed, immediately catching the look of relief on Jeong-sun’s face.

“It’s for Seulgi.” Hoseok reassured, glancing sideways at the dog who sat quietly in the basket in the corner. 

“It’s a type of broth. The dog loves it!” Nana reached down for the metal bowl by the dog bed and the canine sprung to life at the sound, wagging her tail eagerly. 

Jeong-sun smirked, raising an eyebrow to herself. “Do you always cook for the dog?”

“She’s been poorly lately.” Nana sighed, bending down to pet her head. “Upset stomach.”

“I’m sure she’ll be alright tonight though.” Hoseok joined her side, giving the dog a reassuring stroke. “The vet says it’s just something she ate.”

“Where does the dog sleep?” Jeong-sun asked, trying to hide her apprehension. She didn’t dislike dogs exactly, she’d never been bitten or had one startle her, but having been without pets her whole life, she never really understood the infatuation with them. She’d considered getting a goldfish once upon a time, when she first moved into her apartment downtown, but she figured the company she’d get from its presence wouldn’t make up for the time she spent cleaning the tank.

“Not with us.” Nana quickly retorted.

The target of her statement gave a sorry look towards the canine, affectionately. “Aw…” Hoseok cooed. “She sometimes sleeps with us.”

“Not when she’s sick Hoseok!” Nana replied, a little harshly, making the man back away. Her tone suddenly lightened as she bent down and stroked the soft fur on Seulgi’s rump kindly. “She’s got a lovely bed downstairs.” She sang, almost soothingly, as though trying to convince the dog of the matter.

“And where am I sleeping?” Jeong-sun asked cautiously. 

“Oh, don’t worry about that!” Hoseok dismissed kindly.

“You’ll be comfy, I promise.” Nana added, straightening up now the food was served. Seulgi lapped at it hungrily.

“And no sneaking out in the middle of the night.” Hoseok wagged his finger scoldingly, though he grinned as he said it.

“To spend the last night with your husband to be…” Nana added, almost innocently.

“He’ll be fast asleep by then.” Jeong-sun admitted, hoping it was true. She hated the thought of Yoongi being kept awake by nerves.

“Masks!” Hoseok suddenly claimed, only just remembering as he picked up the discarded ice cream tub from the kitchen counter. The scent of bananas was overwhelming and Jeong-sun spotted the large slabs of fruit dancing on the surface of the pale formula. Nana, it seemed, had used a whole bunch. She silently took her cue to follow them into the adjoining living room where the T.V stood blaring a colourful film; the tone informed her it was old, from the 90s perhaps, with subtitles. A group of women in shoulderpads sat clustered around a table in the middle of a bar; their perms as subtle as the slices of bananas in the mask. 

“Have you seen this before?” Hoseok asked, half watching the conversation on screen. The women’s accents were strong, even Jeong-sun could tell that, and a little familiar. She had never been to Australia, though her mother’s partner could be heard on the phone sometimes, asking her questions in the background. She thought that might be it.

“No.” Jeong-sun admitted.

“Oh, it’s great!” He beamed.

Nana glanced and smiled. “Hoseok’s discovered Abba.” She murmured approvingly. Jeong-sun didn’t quite get the reference until the next scene, when the music started; she recognised ‘Dancing Queen’, to which Hoseok gave an enthusiastic rendition. 

Jeong-sun sat down on the little sofa, pulling aside the blanket which was covered in hair, with some disdain. “I’ll ask the DJ if he takes requests.”

Hoseok paused, eyes wide. “You hired a DJ?” He asked hopefully.

She looked at him with an expression Yoongi would have been familiar with. “No.” 

His face dropped, disappointedly, before turning back to the screen.

“Min-seo sends her love.” Nana joined Jeong-sun on the sofa, obviously ignoring the now folded blanket which she sat on.

“You spoke to her?” Jeong-sun asked.

Nana nodded cheerfully. “She came around to help with the cake. She had to leave early to feed Eun-ju. She wishes she could have been here though.”

“Eun-ju’s grown so much!” Hoseok turned around just long enough to flash an affectionate smile. The scene on screen had once again moved on. It quickly dawned on Jeong-sun that the movie was also about a wedding and she wondered whether the choice had been deliberate.

 “Min-seo’s picked her out a dress for tomorrow. She’ll look so cute.” Nana smiled, face half covered by the yellow mask. Jeong-sun hadn’t noticed her put it on. 

Hoseok turned back, his attention drawn away from the film by the strong scent. “Do mine.” He pleaded, joining Jeong-sun closely on the other side of the sofa which hadn’t been designed for three grown people. 

“Erm…” Jeong-sun handled the spatula nervously. “How much do you want?” Her lips curled. “One scoop or two?”

“Lay it on thick.” Hoseok beamed, moving his face forward, as though holding it out for her.

“He likes to eat it sometimes.” Nana smirked.

***

The film had finished with a predictably buoyant ending. Muriel had stood up to her bullies and headed for the airport, never to return. The movie made way to another foreign one; this about a time traveller in England who used his inherited powers to get the girl, though the trio seemed to quieten down once the masks had dried and the clock counted down to midnight. At some point Seulgi had made her way between them on the couch, her head resting against Hoseok’s thigh with a surprisingly human-like sigh. Unsurprisingly; Jeong-sun had gotten the rump end. Still, she stroked her fur casually, almost without realising. Sick or not, Nana hadn’t protested her presence. 

Jeong-sun yawned without realising, stretching her back against the uncomfy back-rest. Her face felt tight beneath the mask; though she had gotten used to the fruity scent.

“Are you tired?” Hoseok asked, speaking for the first time in fifteen minutes. 

Jeong-sun blinked sleepily, realising she was. “Big day tomorrow.”

“Did you pack your jammies?” He asked seriously. She looked at him; eyes wide beneath his thickly smeared mask, and laughed to herself. “Nana has some if you didn’t.” He added.

“I brought some.” Jeong-sun nodded. “Besides, I’m not sure Nana’s would fit.” She admitted with a shrug, casting an eye over the other woman’s tall, slender frame. 

“They’re very versatile.” Hoseok commented, though Nana broke the conversation by getting to her feet, gently pushing the dog off the sofa. The canine yawned, stretching its long body before plopping heavily on the rug.

“I made up the bed for you.” 

“Where will you sleep?” Jeong-sun asked.

“Here.” Nana pointed at the sofa, barely small enough for the three of them, without concern. Jeong-sun didn’t question how uncomfy they would be, she knew they would protest. 

“Thank you.” She nodded kindly. 

“And I’ll be up nice and early to get you ready.” Nana beamed, scooping up the now-empty ice cream tub from the side table and taking it into the kitchen.

“Me too!” Hoseok quickly added. 

“Thanks.” Jeong-sun smiled. “That means a lot to me.”

Once the room was cleared Jeong-sun slowly made her way up the stairs, to the single master bedroom which was neatly made up compared to the rest of the apartment. She remembered the mask and considered going to the bathroom straight away, but instead slipped her phone from her jean pocket.

The photograph was unflattering but she didn’t care. The mask had set firmly against her features; a large slab of banana visible beneath her fringe, in the centre of her forehead. She tried not to laugh as she sent the picture, sitting comfortably down on the bed. I smell like banana. She typed, hitting send.

It occurred to her at once he might not be awake to see it, but predictably the reply came a moment later. Two single words. Dear Jesus.

She smiled to herself, wondering if she too would be able to sleep.

I love you. 

Her phone pinged a second later, before she’d even had time to take off her socks.

I love you too.

***

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introducing the prologue for,

𝑵𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝑷𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒆𝒔 | 𝐉.𝐉𝐇 𝐊.𝐌𝐆 ʟ.ᴅʜ

w! ; not much of a warning for the prologue, but i do want to advise all of my readers that the lowercase is intentional, and that later on in some chapters there will be some 'suggestive' lines, but that's it! more so sensual use of words if you will 😊.

i usually have a hard time starting series, and i tend to get into super deep details at the ‘not so important’ parts. Sooo with that being said i’m gonna go on ahead and give a teaser/background for my mini story “Nine Peonies”. (which is probably gonna be super strung out and long as well….🥲)

it’s been y/n and haechan since high school, when he moved abroad to her city to follow his mothers wishes of something new, they ended up doing their sophomore and Junior year together. haechan wasn’t closed off from his new classmates, but it just seemed so easy to talk to y/n as she was eccentric and seemed to get along with everyone. they became inseparable to the point of having their own superlative in the yearbook as “best dynamic duo” yea, they were those friends. The two always intrigued the class as they were so different yet got along so well.

y/n finished her last year of highschool while still being with haechan everyday despite him now being graduated. it wasn’t until the summer of her senior year that haechan slipped in the idea of him thinking of moving back to his hometown.

y/n didn’t have to know anything more than what day she had to be done packing.

about two months later, the two were moved into the bustling city of Seoul.

Haechan was quick to find a part time job while still taking classes for his major, while it was harder for y/n to find a place of work as she didn’t have all of the typical “qualifying features” as employers worded it. For a few years she worked across various coffee and floral shops, those beings the only places offering her a place to work. the people were beyond kind in those smaller environments, but she knew it wasn’t what she wanted to do forever.

after she got her bachelors, she decided it was finally time to really try and search, and she wasn’t searching for long when she found her opening into the real professional world,

Jeon Jungkook

Oh, but that isn’t who this story is really about…..

is it?

hehehe i hope you enjoyed the little background! this is just to give you all a little preview of the story so i don't completely bore you guys to death in the first part. butttt, the first official partt of the story will be up shortly after this! and i can't wait for you all too see all of the special guest appearances i have in store for this series~ <3

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— colorado avalanche

— vegas golden knights

— detriot red wings

— new york islanders

— dallas stars

— carolina hurricanes

— umich (not nhl, but i also don’t care)

— twice

↳ nayeon

↳ jeongyeon

↳ momo

↳ mina

↳ dahyun

↳ chaeyoung

↳ tzuyu

↳ sana

↳ jihyo

— blackpink

↳ lisa

↳ jennie

↳ jisoo

↳ rosé

— (g)i-dle

↳ soyeon

↳ miyeon

↳ soojin

↳ yuqi

↳ shuhua

↳ minnie

— red velvet

↳ irene

↳ seulgi

↳ wendy

↳ joy

↳ yeri

— itzy

↳ yeji

↳ ryujin

↳ lia

↳ yuna

↳ chaeryeong

— le sserafim

↳ yunjin / jennifer

↳ chaewon

↳ sakura

↳ kazuha

↳ eunchae

— ive

↳ wonyoung

↳ yujin

↳ gaeul

↳ liz

↳ leeseo

↳ rei

— loona

↳ heejin

↳ hyunjin

↳ haseul

↳ yeojin

↳ vivi

↳ kim lip

↳ choerry

↳ jinsoul

↳ yves

↳ chuu

↳ gowon

↳ olivia hye

— new jeans

↳ danielle

↳ haerin

↳ hanni

↳ minji

— aespa

↳ karina

↳ winter

↳ giselle

↳ ning ning

— bts

↳ namjoon

↳ yoongi

↳ hoseok

↳ jin

↳ jungkook

↳ jimin

↳ taehyung

— enhypen

↳ ni-ki

↳ jungwon

↳ sunoo

↳ sunghoon

↳ heeseung

↳ jay

↳ jake

— stray kids

↳ bang chan

↳ hyunjin

↳ felix

↳ lee know

↳ i.n

↳ han

↳ changbin

↳ seungmin

— txt

↳ soobin

↳ kai

↳ yeonjun

↳ beomgyu

↳ taehyun

— crash landing on you

↳ ri jeong-hyeok

↳ yoon se-ri

↳ gu seung-joon

↳ seo dan

↳ park kwang-beom

↳ kim jumeok

— all of us are dead

↳ lee su-hyeok

↳ choi nam-ra

↳ lee cheong-san

↳ nam on-jo

↳ yoon gwi-nam

↳ lee na-yeon

↳ jang ha-ri

↳ park mi-jin

↳ jang woo-jin

↳ min eun-ji

↳ kim chul-soo

— sweet home

↳ cha hyun-soo

↳ lee eun-hyuk

↳ lee eun-yoo

↳ seo yi-kyeong

↳ jung jae-heon

↳ pyeon sang-wook

↳ yoon ji-soo

— squid game

↳ kang sae-byeok

↳ seong gi-hu

↳ salesman

↳ hwang jun-ho

↳ ji-yeong

↳ cho sang-wo

↳ front man

↳ abdul ali

↳ circle, triangle, and square guards

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[minisugakoobies]

Ateez Masterlist

(A work in progress - added Emoji Kiss Drabbles link 9/8/24)

Please do not repost or steal. I do not allow translations of my work.

One-shots/Series:

Kim Hongjoong

Hideaway - one-shot; smut (18+); crack; strangers to lovers; Frat Bro!AU

Park Seonghwa

Jeong Yunho

Kang Yeosang

Choi San

It's You - series (ongoing); smut (18+); crack; fluff; angst; roommates to lovers; BFF’s Lil Bro!AU

Song Mingi

Jung Wooyoung

Choi Jongho

OT8

Drabbles:

Tag, You're It - Nightcrawler!Yeosang x Reader; fluff

Cuddly BFF Jongho - Jongho x Reader; fluff, smut (18+)

Boss Mingi - Mingi x Reader ft Jungkook; smut (18+)

Emoji Kiss Drabbles

[writingmeraki]

pri's (pri) son !

aka my work in progresses.

here are most of my current drafts and ideas for stories that may or may not escape my prison of drafts 🤣☝️

titles / plots / person / synopisis / summary / formats may be subject to change.

please do not steal the ideas / titles.

ordered by likelihood of release.

if you would like to be tagged in either works, feel free to reply under here or send an ask :)

LAST UPDATED : 22nd May 2024

LVL 1.

aka SOON TO BE RELEASED.

works that are nearly completed ( in completed it also means a draft in tumblr is made ) only a bit of scenes/paragraphs left to be finished, making them likely to be uploaded asap.

titled seungcheol and mingyu fic (the motivation to finish this pls 🙏🙏)

wonwoo drabble!

enha smau chapter 2!

joshua drabble!

LVL 2.

aka IN THE MAKING PROCESS.

works that are still not yet half way done and are in planning of what to continue with ahead, have a likely chance to upgrade to lvl 1.

hazy eyes,clear thoughts pt 2 ( pt 1 )

eyes don't lie pt 2 [ pt 1 ]

jeong guwon bf hcs ( my demon [ req ] )

jeong guwon oneshot

LVL 3.

aka YET TO BE DRAFTED/WRITTEN.

only rough ideas that are not even started yet, most likely to have significant changes and can even be discarded/discontinued or upgraded to lvl 2.

dare. [ lee suhyeok from aouad , angst comfort one-shot]

untitled jungkook oneshot

you re(a)d my mind [ minho e2l req oneshot ]

One can only be level headed until pushed to a certain limit, a button pressed too far, and suddenly it's like you're not the same person you were moments ago. The limits in this case was always and would always be Minho. The person who rose up more hatred in you than unhappy endings, than wet socks, than fucking mint chocolate ice cream. But what happens when the hatred turns into an unlikely word you didn't even dream about associating with him after a certain American bubbly student makes an appearance and is already pushing more buttons than Minho did and oh? Is that Minho...actually caring?

( Or you're learnt to face your true feelings when you realise there's competition in taking place in the heart of the most annoying (real) person you know. )

untitled sports au ( no choosen member/person yet. feel free to suggest tbh 😭 )

You pull the head off the heavy mascot costume, sighing as a cool breeze from a fan chills your flushed cheeks. As you step out of the rest of the costume, you notice one of the basketball players standing behind you. Number #. "I don't think I have seen you anywhere, " he says. "Shame otherwise I definitely would have noticed someone this pretty sooner."

untitled secret relationship au [ yet to be decided on who it's about ]

note/disclaimer : I priotise requests first mostly over my ideas but on some occasions,I'll just follow to what I wish to finish due to well having motivations to finish it. writer's block hits me sometimes/most of the times so please understand and don't rush me 🙏 thank you for understanding ♡

all written works as well as images and edits (unless credited) belong to pri.do not plagiarise, repost, re-edit or claim as yours. pics mostly found on pinterest.

writingmeraki Ⓒ 2023

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[gummygowon]

WIP CHALLANGE -> TAG GAME

rules : post the name of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips.

tagged by : @thelargefrye

tagging: @i-luvsang @kpdlvr2 + no pressure to do this! this lowk took ages so i understand if y'all wanna skip this

note: i actually have so many drafts this took so long omfg someone pls ask about any one of them osndlajsdlkfadf

starting from my latest drafts!

✰ bow down | jeong yunho

-> medieval au, fluff, smut, angst, childhood best friends to lovers (???), princess/queen!y/n x knight/commander!yunho

✰ gotcha | jeong yunho

-> idol au, smut, established relationship,

✰ untitled #1 | kang yeosang

-> university au, fluff, friends (ish) to lovers, tutor!yeosang x stressed out!reader lmfao

✰ dino doodles | kang yeosang

-> university au, fluff, strangers to lovers, meet cute

✰ untitled #2 | choi san

-> non-idol au, established relationship, smut

✰ right now? | kim hongjoong

-> idol au, dad!hongjoong x pregnant!reader, fluff, slight crack ✰ untitled #3 | choi san

-> set in the ateez universe (based off bouncy mv), smut, boxer!san x afab reader, established relationship

✰ rocky | kang yeosang

-> boxer au, angst, smut, friends with benefits to ?, boxer!yeosang x reader

✰ boo! | jung wooyoung

-> paranormal au, slight crack/fluff, smut, ghost!wooyoung x college student!reader

✰ monday | jeong yunho

-> idol au, fluff, maybe smut? (i forgot where i was going with this), established relationship

✰ 9:08pm | park seonghwa

-> non-idol au, fluff, established relationship

✰ now you see me | jeong yunho

-> non-idol au, pwp, smut, pervneighbor!yunho x reader

✰ ateez during finals week!

-> university au, fluff and crack

✰ they're playing basketball? | jeong jaehyun

-> university au, fluff, crack, campus crush!jaehyun x reader, jaehyun might be a frat boy idk

✰ surprise? | choi yeonjun

-> non-idol au, fluff, slight crack, established relationship

✰ c u girl | kang yeosang

-> university au, meet cute, fluff, skater!yeosang x homesick!reader, strangers to lovers

✰ side quests | choi san

-> mafia/spy au?, angst, slight fluff, smut?, agent!san x agent!reader

✰ group projects | jung wooyoung

-> university au, smut, pwp, popular!wooyoung x virgin!reader

✰ daily trips to barnes and nobles | song mingi

-> non-idol au, meet cute, slight angst, fluff, kind of single dad!mingi x bookstore keeper!reader, strangers to lovers

✰ chasing butterflies | kang yeosang

-> non-idol au, childhood best friend to lovers, angst, fluff

note: i am getting tired of typing this all out but i'm giving y'all only titles now lskjlasjdlfad

✰ 2:07am | choi jongho ✰ iced americano | choi jongho ✰ don't stop | kim hongjoong ✰ everything is better in paris | park seonghwa ✰ racer san | choi san (they will be a better title i swear) ✰ spider-man no way home | jeon jungkook ✰ trick or treat? | jeong yunho ✰ untitled #4 | choi san ✰ popsicle buddies | park seonghwa ✰ 5:46pm | jung wooyoung ✰ surprise! ✰ snow day | jeong yunho ✰ stargazing | jeong yunho ✰ cafe | tooru oikawa -> omg do any of you remember my anime era lolz

[hwangyeonjun]

hwangyeonjun’s wip list

i understand that similarities can happen but i do not allow copying my ideas in any way, shape or form.

this is purely for my own motivation and if there’s something you want to see first, let me know, i’ll try and prioritise it.

sugar | nakamoto yuta | fluff, smut, neighbour au

summary: it’s embarrassing how many times you had to knock on your neighbour’s door to ask for sugar until one day he gives you something sweeter.

the breakfast club | choi san | angst, fluff

summary: five lost souls, five dreams, five regrets, five ex-bestfriends and one detention.

who do you love? | lim changkyun, yoo kihyun | angst, smut

summary: is it him or me? or alternatively, what happens when your best friend finally confronts you about playing with his heart.

run away | hwang hyunjin | fluff, smut

summary: when you made a huge mistake by saying yes to a proposal, there’s only one person that could save you on your wedding day.

stay alive (?) | jeong jaehyun | angst, fluff, smut

summary: after finding out the truth about your relationship, jaehyun is determined to save you.

will you marry me? | choi beomgyu | fluff

summary: your best friend beomgyu always has the craziest ideas, one of them is proposing to you.

everything i didn’t say | unspecified idol | angst, maybe fluff?

summary: it’s crazy how one day you have the person that you love with your whole heart right beside you and then the next day you’re left with only memories of them and letters that keep coming every day with no return address.

behind closed doors | jeon jungkook | angst, smut, fluff

summary: the captain of the football team with the cheerleaders team captain, like straight out of the movies. the perfect relationship that everyone wants to have, the perfect couple that everyone wants to be but little do they know what happens behind closed doors.

love the way you lie | unspecified idol | angst

summary: all the times he lied to you and that one time when he finally said the truth.

paper hearts | unspecified idol | fluff

summary: you always leave pink paper hearts everywhere you go: the coffee shop, the library etc. surprisingly, he’s the one who always finds those hearts and wants to find who’s the culprit.

rocky | jung wooyoung | fluff, smut

summary: being one of the biggest boxing fan, you don’t miss any tournaments and when a certain boxer who goes by name “rocky” notices you, he couldn’t help himself but to approach you.

wrapped around your finger | bang chan | angst, smut, fluff

summary: you never thought you’ll ever going to see him again; but here he is, trying his hardest to push his way through back in your life.

please don’t stop the music | chae hyungwon | smut

summary: the dj shows you how good his fingers work in other places.

[i really suck at summaries, it’s embarrassing]

[theficblog]

I posted 452 times in 2022

That's 452 more posts than 2021!

311 posts created (69%)

141 posts reblogged (31%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@neocatharsis

@kimteume

@yutaslaugh

@hyunjins-fat-gf

I tagged 446 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

#my big sis - 85 posts

#chip - 38 posts

#nct ff - 36 posts

#doyoung - 35 posts

#ash - 34 posts

#jaehyun - 31 posts

#jeno - 31 posts

#anon - 27 posts

#ten - 25 posts

#nct fluff - 25 posts

Longest Tag: 101 characters

#first things first ive heard step back for the music not the menaing before y'all cancel me lolololol

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

BACK TOGETHER

LEE HAECHAN

Prologue: You end up in the same bed with your ex-boyfriend Haechan. Will things take a turn to go back to the good old stage?

Genre: Suggestive + Exes to Lovers AU

Wordcount: 922

Prompts: “What.. what’s happening? + “I’m actually kinda offended, that you didn’t ask me to be your fake date.”

Warnings: Suggestive content

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348 notes - Posted June 18, 2022

#4

UNBLOCK YOUR HEART

LEE HAECHAN

Prologue: Haechan wants you to unblock his number, he is annoying you again. You thought you hated him before something steamy took place.

Genre: Smut + Enemies to lovers + Student AU

Wordcount: 1,161

Prompts: “Did you block my number again?” + “Well.. this is awkward.”

Warnings: Sexual Content [ make out + riding + edging + climax ] Language

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363 notes - Posted June 15, 2022

#3

REDEMANCY

JEON JUNGKOOK

Prologue: What was supposed to be mini date turned out to be an argument. You tried to hold you emotions until you couldn't

Genre: Angst + Established relationship AU + Idol boyfriend Jungkook

Wordcount: 1,287

Warnings: Language + Mentions of camsex + Crying

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442 notes - Posted August 17, 2022

#2

CULPABILITY

JEONG JAEHYUN

Prologue: Running into your ex at a party and catching leering feelings for him promises one very good night

Genre: Smut + Angst + Ex boyfriend Jaehyun

Wordcount: 1,137

Warnings: Sexual Content [ make out + stripping + climax + nudity ] 

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552 notes - Posted May 7, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

YOU KNOW I HATE THIS

JEONG JAEHYUN

Prologue: Being wedded to a mafia boss isn't easy, and neither is being pregnant while under high levels of stress.

Genre: Angst + Established relationship AU + Fluff + Mafia AU

Wordcount: 1,062

Prompts: If you die, I’m gonna kill you.” + “There’s blood everywhere.”

Warnings: Blood + Pregnancy

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603 notes - Posted May 22, 2022

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