#jeonguk x reader

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Second Best- Jungkook (part 2 )

Summary: Being friends with someone who has your heart it’s already hard, let alone when that special someone ends up falling in love with your best friend, the one you think would never make anything to hurt you . Will you be able to ignore it and move on? what will happen when everything gets too much for you to handle?

Genre: Friends to lovers; angst; body insecurities; bullying; friend betrayel;

Pairing: Jungkook x female!reader

A few days after her conversation with Sewoon the news of them getting together came out and that day Y/n cried her eyes out the whole night after coming home from work. She wasted a box of tissue and ate a tub of ice cream. The next day her eyes were red and swollen with blotchy cheeks. She couldn’t care less though. In the next few hours she did try making herself look presentable tho. Her eyes back to its colour and her hair tied up in a sleek ponytail, she tried smiling often to numb the pain inside and she succeeded, like always.

Unintentionally, she distanced herself from them. Always being busy or taking up more shifts in the coffee shop and burying herself in completing her manuscript. 

Sometimes there was this bitter feeling about it since she was the bridge that connected the two of them but now she was left all alone. It has been more than a week and she still felt numb. 

She keeps going on with her same routine. Go to work, finish her manuscript and just sleep. She’s doing okay, at least that’s what she is trying to convince herself.

Jungkook and Sewoon took notice of Y/n’s change in act but let it go. Sewoon felt guilty about it. She felt like Y/n hasn’t fully moved on from Jungkook but did nothing about it. She was happy after all. Jungkook on the other hand felt like there was a hole in his heart that even Sewoon couldn’t fill up. It was a weird thing, however, the two didn’t take any action about it.  

They would usually come to the coffee shop as a date and ordered something. During those times they would include Y/n and talk to her. Which sometimes Y/n couldn’t do it because there were too many customers. Aside from that, the three haven’t crossed paths with each other. One day, Sewoon came by to Y/n’s house late at night bawling her eyes out. Y/n’s heart plummeted watching her friend breaking down. With no question asked, Y/n’s scooped her up and hugged her trying to soother her down.  

When Sewoon’s breathing was more relaxed, she let go and decided to go to the kitchen to make her a cup of her favourite tea. Sewoon smiled gratefully and her eyes were still laced with guilt and regret.  

“you okay Sewoon?” Y/n asked her softly and she shook her head. “What happened?”  

“Taehyung came back.” Sewoon looked down and shook her head again as if she was trying to erase that moment.  

“And?” Y/n asked, encouraging her to continue. 

“I broke up with Jungkook.”  

“What?” Y/n’s eyes went bulged open and spat her drink. 

“It’s not fair for Jk when sometimes I would still think of Tae. And him coming back just finally gave me the push I needed. I can’t Y/n. I can’t. I’m such a horrible person.” Sewoon started rambling and all Y/n could do was to stand up and give her atight hug, allowing her to know that she’s there and will have her back. 

“I missed you so much, Y/n.” Sewoon whispered as Y/n squeezed her. “I missed you too, Sewoon-shi.”  

“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have gone for Jungkook. I knew you still liked him, but I still did. I’m such a horrible friend.” Sewoon spoke as she looked at Y/n with guilt. 

Y/n sighed and pulled her into another hug. “I told you to go for it and you did. It’s okay” Sewoon sobbed louder and felt grateful that her best friend, indeed had the biggest heart. Just like Jungkook told her a few weeks ago. But you would never know, would you? 

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After Sewoon broke up with Jungkook, the relationship between Y/n and him never really recovered. It took a month before Jk was able to visit Y/n’s coffee shop again. She tried to be professional and ignore her feelings and serve him like a normal costumer. Sometimes she would even ask her Sana to attend Jungkook instead of her. Other times they would talk normally but they wouldn’t acknowledge the elephant in the room. But one thing that never changed was the fact that Jungkook never stopped talking about Sewoon. It lessened but it never really stopped, just like her feelings toward him and it hurts her to see him feeling so down because of her best friend.

Jungkook used to come over in the afternoon before meeting Sewoon. Then, they started to have their little coffee dates around that time but even since the breakup he would come more often late at night.  

Jungkook was staggering as he reached the stool bar. His eyes were droopy and sad and his voice rough and hoarse. “You were gone as soon as Sewoon arrived.” He said. Y/n turned her head and raised an eyebrow, “Drunk much?”  

Jungkook groaned and shook his head. She took a deep breath and couldn’t believe what she was looking at. “You said you would never drink alcohol to this point Jungkook. What the hell. Are you trying to put yourself in danger or something? ” Y/n said softly as she cleaned the other tables. 

Jungkook followed her and placed his hand over hers. “Y/n, talk to me.” He pleaded. Y/n’s eyes looked up and placed her hand over his and push it off slowly. “I am talking to you right now, am I not?” She answered nonchalantly. 

Jungkook tightened his grip on her and said, “N-no, no, you’re not. You’re just hearing me out. Y-you used to talk to me for hours and now? It’s just different Y/n.” His voice cracked in the end that shattered her in million pieces. 

“My best friend broke up with you. What am I supposed to do?” Y/n ran through her hair with her fingers showing a sign of frustration.  

“I don’t know. Be my friend?” Jungkook grunted as it was the most obvious thing ever. Y/n looked at him and his gaze immediately softened. “I was once your friend too remember?.” 

“I still am, right?” He whispered with worry laced in his voice. Y/n couldn't help but sigh and walked back towards him. “Of course.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her in for a hug. He snuggled his face closer to the crook of her neck and sighed deeply too. They found comfort in each other’ touch. Her face is muffled under his thick black sweater and she held him as tight as he did. It was almost as if she glued all the broken pieces.  

It was more than another month that their relationship progressed. They were close to one another again. With Sewoon moving to a new state to chase her career, Jungkook and Y/n found more time to spend with each other.  

“So, which movie do you wanna watch?” He asked while walking the both of you to the cinema. 

“I don’t know, what do you wanna watch?” Y/n answered back while Jungkook put a hand behind her back guiding her inside. He chuckled,   

“I kinda wanna watch that horror movie that just came out, have you heard of it?”  

“THE WHAT MOVIE?!” Y/n asked raising her voice, slightly alarmed. Jungkook’s grin widened, “The new horror movie. Don't tell me you're gonna be scared” He said smoothly. Y/n cleared her throat and said “Well horror movies aren't exactly my thing.” Her voice wavered at the end.  

“Yeah well, kinda too late to change. I bought the ticket earlier today.” He said while scratching his head a bit. A sign that he’s nervous Y/n would leave. 

“Okay.” Y/n sighed and took a deep breath. "Okay." She repeated. “Don’t worry Y/n, I’ll protect you.” Jungkook said with a mocking tone that made her rolled her eyes and say. “Shut up.”  

Jungkook laughed, throwing his head back and squinting his eyes. He shook his head with a light smile on his face. “It’s okay, you can hold onto me when you’re scared.” He said while lightly tugging her hand to sling it against his arm. 

“You wish!” Y/n said while pinching as much skin as she could on his arm. Jungkook was unaffected by this and so he laughed. Y/n laughed back and let her arms tugged under his. Both hands locked together the whole night for comfort. 

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As bad as it looked like, as soon as Sewoon and Jungkook broke up, the relationship between her and her best friend recovered. Her relationship with Jungkook was also stable and strong. 

Y/n smiles more often and laughs more often with her eyes all crinkled and her head thrown back. Her smile was genuine after so long faking it.  

One night, Sewoon came back for Y/n as surprise. Y/n was busy typing down her manuscript when there was a sudden knock on her door. She opened it just to see Sewoon standing with two gorgeous dresses.  

Y/n squealed as she saw her and tackled her in a bear hug. “Okay, stop choking me! We’re going to a bar tonight and enjoy ourselves. C'mon girl!” 

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The bar was filled with Sewoon’s gorgeous friends. There was a girl with a curly hair wearing a satin like yellow dress and she looks absolutely gorgeous. There was another one with a jet black hair flowing down her back beautifully, the green colour dress brought a beautiful contrast to her fair skin tone. There was a blonde girl aswell wearing a blue dress that showcases her beautiful long legs. 

It’s not helping any of Y/n’s confidence being filled with all these confident beautiful people. As soon as Sewoon and Y/n stepped into the bar, everyone rushed over to Sewoon, asking her how was she, what was her next project. All the attention was directed to them, more precisely her. 

Y/n stirred away and walked towards the bar stool, where everyone left to meet Sewoon. She felt uneasy with all the attention she was receiving even if it wasn’t meant for her. 

“Wow, aren’t you beauty itself?” A familiar voice echoed. Y/n turned around and saw her best friend, jungkook. 

“What are you doing here?!” She asked feeling excited to recognize someone from the crowd. 

“I’m invited here, silly.” He chuckled. She was about to ask him more questions until she saw his eyes widened and the colour of his cheek slowly faded. She turned around and saw her other best friend, Sewoon, staring at him in shock until her lips curled up and walked towards him. 

Y/n saw Jungkook swallowed a lump and flashed her a smile. “It’s nice to see you Jk.” Sewoon’s velvety voice chimed in. Y/n felt like her last piece of confidence crumpled into pieces as soon as she saw Jungkook blushing.  

He never blushed talking to a girl but Sewoon. He never paid that attention to anyone but her. How funny. “It’s nice to see you too Sewoonie. You look absolutely stunning, as always” He whispered the last part but Y/n heard him loud and clear. She smiled and said a soft “Thank you.” And excused herself to talk to her manager.  

Jungkook smiled at her longingly and Y/n heart breaks even more. Is it possible to be jealous when you have no right to be? 

“Stop drooling over my best friend please.” Y/n said and laughed it off with a sting on your heart.  

“Your best friend is a hell of a woman Y/n, you can’t blame me.” He answered while his head was over his shoulder looking at Sewoon, who was talking animatedly to her manager. He was smiling and he looked down for a second shaking his head. 

Y/n took a deep breath and asked softly, “You okay?” Jungkook nodded his head and looked back at Y/n with an emotion plastered on his face that Y/n can’t detect. 

“You still love her, huh?” Y/n said while her jealousy was clawing up her heart. “Yeah, I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving her.” Jungkook answered in a defeated tone.  

Y/n’s heart deflated and nodded understandingly. “One day you’ll find someone who loves you more than you love her.”  

“Really?” He asked looking unsure and smiled towards the end, “I don’t think that’s possible.”  

“Why not?” Y/n questioned him. “No one can love someone as much as I love her.” He answered quickly while shaking his head. 

Y/n wanted to tell him he was wrong. There is actually someone who loves him more than he loves her and that someone could ever love him. That person is Y/n herself. But Y/n couldn’t find the courage to say that so she put her arms over his shoulder and pulled him into a hug. Jungkook’s arm encircled Y/n's and his face nuzzled closer to her neck. She could feel the hot breath of Jungkooks through his nose as Y/n was rubbing soothingly on his back. 

They stood still on each other’s embrace for a moment until Y/n pulled away softly and whispered to his chest. “You can’t measure other people love for others. You do not know that, Kookie.” 

Y/n looked up and Jungkook was already staring at her. She smiled softly and said, “Trust me. You’ll find someone better for you. Someone who will put you first and love you the right way” Jungkook nodded his head and lightly squeezed Y/n’s hip. He leaned in closer to her and pressed his soft lips against her cheek and murmured “Thank you for everything Y/n. I really mean it. For some reason I always remember everything you tell me. Hope you find someone who loves and treats you the same way aswell. ” Y/n laughed and whispered to herself "I wish Jungkook, i really did wish that", not understanding that Jungkook heard every single word, leaving him confused as to why such an amazing woman like you would even be conflicted finding someone who could love her just right. Only if he knew, that all she ever wanted was to be loved by him.

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And here ends part 2. Hope you like it! I'm so invested on this one, since is also my first baby. Tell me things you'd like to see. feel free to share you thoughts with me so we can get this even better! Thank you for the support.

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Simple Things | jjk

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𝙿𝙰𝙸𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶: Boyfriend!Jungkook x Reader

𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙽𝚃: 3.5k

𝚂𝚄𝙼𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚈: Based on the song Simple Things by Miguel! Highly recommend listening to the song before reading! (song fic request are my FAV, give me more please!?)

𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂: Weed Smoking, Language, Sexual Content: grinding, teasing, nipple play, choking, unprotected sex (be safe!), Dom!jk, Sub!Reader if you squint, After care?  Its also really fucking cute and fluffy. 

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A cloud of smoke hung in the air, as you press the joint to your lips. Inhaling deeply, feeling the familiar burn in your throat. Some new r&b track playing softly in the background. Jungkook’s long legs resting comfortably over your lap, you pass him the joint. He sets his phone to the side to sit up and take it from you. As mundane as it sounds, this had become somewhat comfortable for the two of you. He blows the smoke out, passing it back for you to finish. Placing the remainder in the ashtray as Jungkook starts laughing hysterically, his infamous cackle bouncing off the walls; easily one of your favorite sounds.

“This video was from last year, watch this…” He sits up bringing the phone close to your face. You watch an extremely drunk Jimin dancing chaotically in the middle of a crowded club. The phone pans to the VIP section, and Taehyung hyping him up. You don’t miss the obnoxiously attractive women that crowd the same area. Your eyes widen and you start to laugh too. It reminded you of when you and Jungkook had first started dating. For the first few months, every weekend was spent with your friends in overcrowded clubs. Fun times, no doubt, but you were happy with your new normal.

Jungkook dismisses himself to the kitchen, mumbling something about having the munchies. You giggle at your predictable boyfriend, extending your legs into the spot where he was laying. Pulling up Snap Chat on your phone, not surprised to see Jimin and Taehyung’s stories. Almost as if they were trying to replicate the memory Jungkook just showed you from a year ago. Drunk as hell, beautiful women, VIP section, it was something to envy from the outside looking in.

You laugh to yourself, thinking back on your own memories. At the start of your relationship, seven months ago, it was much different. Frequently bar hopping with friends whenever we were able to. Once we discovered that we preferred just being in each other’s company, the partying slowly came to an end. You were happy with that though. You loved smoking and hanging out with your best friend, who also happened to be your boyfriend. You find yourself replaying Jimin and Taehyungs story, until you click on Jungkook’s; nothing. Peaking behind you to see him finishing off an apple, you start to think.

You were comfortable with spending your nights like this. Having moved in with each other a month ago, you loved being able to spend your free nights together. Watching a movie, cuddled up on the couch, listening to music, experimenting with food. Whatever you did, it made you happy. This was the first time you wondered if maybe he felt different than you. What if he wants to go out but doesn’t say anything because he knows how much you love staying home?

You get up from your spot on the couch, a stolen pair of Jungkook’s sweatpants hanging around your hips, while his t-shirt hides all your curves. He’s singing to the soft sounds coming from the speaker, and he looks so ethereal. His long bouncy waves, floating back and forth over his eyes; always made you want to brush his hair back. His outfit matching yours since you were wearing his clothes. The grey sweatpants looking sexier on him than on you, although he would argue that statement.

You hop onto the countertop letting your legs hang over, “Do you want to go out?” you blurt out, attempting to sound nonchalant.

He pauses, quickly turning to look at you. His face screwing up with confusion, “What? Like… tonight?”

You press your lips into a hard line nodding at him, which only makes him look more confused.

“Right now? You want to go out?” He asks you again to confirm as he slots himself in between your legs. He wraps his arms around your waist, letting his thumbs slide against the inside of your waist band.

“I mean, if you want to. I’m good with whatever,” You murmur, still attempting to be nonchalant.

“Well… if you don’t want to go out… why would I?” He giggles softly before pressing his lips to your nose.

“I thought maybe you’d want to party with Jimin and Tae, it’s been awhile since we’ve been out,” you try explaining simply.

He tilts his head to the side, seeing straight through your bullshit.

“Actually, I do wanna go somewhere,” He starts, pulling back and walking over to where our shoes are laying, “walk to the grocery store with me, we have like no food.”

You roll your eyes but you follow his lead slipping your shoes on. The grocery store was in walking distance, which was quite dangerous when you both had the munchies.

The wind is harsh but overall, the night is beautiful. The street is on the quieter side since its late into the night. Jungkook pulls your hand out of your hoodie and laces his fingers with yours before putting both into his hoodie. You look up to see him already smiling down at you.

“Baby, why did you ask me to go out tonight, honestly?” his voice is soft and laced with curiosity.

You sigh. You try not to feel insecure, but it was hard with him. He was perfect in your eyes, and you were… well, you weren’t perfect by any means. You constantly wondered if he would want something more, something that you couldn’t offer him. What if he needed more adventure or someone that was in his league? The bottom line was, you knew there was someone out there that could give him that; and it intimidated you.

“I don’t know, it’s just been awhile since we’ve gone out.” You tell him, although its true you know you’re lying to him.

“But you didn’t want to go out, so what would you have done if I had said yes?” He chuckles raising his brows to you.

“I would have gone, I just want to make you happy,” You look up to him and smile.

“I am happy. Right here, with you,” He leans down and kisses your cheek, ”You know that right?”

You force a smile and nod, and he seems to pick up on your hesitation, but he lets it go for now.

Your cloudy eyes scan over the chip section, while Jungkook goes to a different isle to pick out ice cream. Decision making wasn’t your strong suit, so he found you in the same isle 5 minutes later still debating.

“Okay, like spicy or cheesy? You know I hate making decisions!” You pout holding up the two bags.

He chuckles coming closer to see what the options are, “For you, my lady,” He says taking both bags from your hands and putting them in the cart. You start to giggle, reaching out to hug him.

You walk through a few more isles deciding you want to get some noodles for an actual meal. You’re debating on what kind to get, when he freezes in the middle of the conversation. Instantly you stop talking wondering what the hell has your boyfriend’s attention.

Within a few seconds you know, “Oh, if that’s what it takes to learn that sweet heart of yours,” Jungkook starts singing to you in the middle of the isle. His newfound love for the song 10,000 hours was intense, he was constantly singing it to you. Your eyes widen and you start to giggle, taking his hand when he holds it out to you. He spins you into him still singing incredibly loud for a grocery store. His pulls you in and you sway to the music, still unable to control your laughing. You back away from him and you start doing ‘tik-tok’ dance moves to the pop song, Jungkook’s voice cracks as he starts to laugh at you. Within seconds he’s right there with you mimicking your dance moves, you’re both dying from laughter.

You jump when you turn around to see an old couple watching you and giggling.

“Oh my gosh, we’re so sorry!” You start laughing moving the cart out of the way while Jungkook quickly picks up the noodles and throws them into the cart.

“Please don’t apologize, you remind us of when we were younger,” The old man starts, looking at this wife adoringly, “It’s something special, to be in love with your best friend!”

You and Jungkook’s cheeks are burning red, as you hear the sweet compliment.

“It really is,” Jungkook agrees softly before looking at you, eyes filled with the same adoration as the old man.

You finally check out and begin your trek home, Jungkook insisting on carrying all the bags if you feed him some gummy bears. His left arm hangs around your shoulder while you alternate giving him a gummy bear, then yourself.

“Those were some pretty sweet moves back there,” he giggles

You start to laugh again shrugging your shoulders, “Yeah… yours were alright,” you mock. Jungkook gasps sarcastically.

“If I didn’t have this bag of food, I would dance battle you right here!”

“You mean… you would lose a dance battle right here?” You say confidently, before your start to giggle. You slowly look up at him only to see him glaring down at you jokingly, you reach up pressing a red gummy to his lips. You can’t help the belly laugh when he quickly nips the gummy out of your fingers nearly biting you.

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Finally, back home, he made the noodles as soon as you stepped into the house. Both of you singing loud to the music that plays in the background. You switch back and forth between both bags of chips, doing a happy dance when the flavors hit your tongue. His giggle pulls you from your food daze.

“Why are you laughing at me!” You push your lips out pouting as you crunch.

“Your little food dance, it’s one of my favorite things you do,” He imitates you with your little butt wiggle you do while he brings his noodles to his mouth.

“That’s not it,” you giggle showing him what you actually do, “you have to move your shoulders too!” You demonstrate taking a bite of your own noodles.

“Why are you so cute?” He giggles. You shrug cutely before poking your cheeks with your fingers. When you finish eating, he takes your bowls to the sink, and you decide to make your way over to his side of the counter. He turns around after washing the two dishes. You lean into his chest and he wraps his arms around your shoulders, leaning forward to take in the clean smell of your hair before kissing the top of your head multiple times.

He tugs at your chin so you’re looking up at him. He brushes his thumb over your cheekbone, lightly pushing your hair behind your ear, “You seem more like yourself now,” He presses his lips to yours lightly.

“What do you mean?” You ask, pushing yourself up so you can steal another kiss.

“Earlier, you asking to go out. I’m still confused about that…” He grazes his thumb over your bottom lip before looking into your eyes. You could tell that a part of him was worried. You sigh, knowing that it was out of character for you.

“So… maybe I thought that you wanted to be out partying,“ you try to pull back but his arms are around you tight, “Like Tae and Jimin are, with all of those beautiful women.”

His brows nit together as he processes your words, “Why did you think that?”

You take a deep breath deciding to tell him about your frequent insecurities. All of your fears and doubts about your perfect relationship, you told him all of them. He listened closely with his arms secure around you the whole time, his grip never faltering.

“Just… you know, I want to make sure you’re happy with me, so you don’t want to find someone who can make you happier,” you mumble, his face melts with the last sentence.

“Baby,” Its all he says, shaking his head slightly, “You make me, so happy. So happy sometimes that I wonder if this is real.”

“You’re so perfect for me. You know, a free-spirit, with a wild heart,” He sighs deeply cupping your cheeks in his hands, “I just want someone real, someone true.” He murmurs pressing his lips to yours again. He pulls back slightly before leaning in to hover just above your ear, “I need you to smoke with me baby.”

You smile, letting him pull you to the couch. He sits in the corner of the couch pulling you close to him, while he lights the joint that sits on his lips. Inhaling deeply before passing it to you. You both finish it off, and before you know it you’re laughing about who knows what. He pulls you onto his lap, you set your legs on both sides of his. Your body feels warm, maybe it’s because of high, or maybe its because of how much you love him.

His eyes are heavy as he stares up at you his fingers finding their way beneath the loose t-shirt on your body, “Are you happy with me?” He asks out of nowhere, “is there anything I could do to make you happier?”

You take a deep breath, the THC making it hard for you to think too deeply about the answer. You didn’t need to think hard because it was simple, you were happy.

“I just want the simple things,” You say quietly leaning forward to capture his lips in yours, “Someone to smoke with me, laugh with me, lay with me,” You kiss him between each phrase, you pull back to make sure he has your attention, “I just want you.”

He smiles big, taking his hand and wrapping it around the back of your neck to pull you close to him. You brace yourself against his chest, noticing the way his heart feels like it might beat out of his chest. His lips attach to yours but this time it’s needy. He presses into them letting his tongue dance along your lower lip. You feel him start to harden beneath you, and you can’t stop yourself from grinding down onto him. The moan that finds its way from his mouth to yours makes your body weak.

He pulls you closer to him, bringing himself forward on the couch. You wrap your legs around his waist, as he gently pulls his t-shirt from your body. Palming at your tits as soon as his eyes hit them. You throw your head back and he leans forward to leave love bites on the column of your throat. You reach forward to wrap your arms around his shoulders, running your fingers through his hair; tugging softly. He pulls you impossibly closer, your clothed heat pressed against his hard on. You moan into his mouth when he starts to kiss you again. Bucking your hips into him, he pulls back and brings his lips to your sensitive nipples. Massaging your left while his tongue teases the right, then switching. His hand slides up to your throat and your eyes finally meet his blown-out pupils, full of lust and love. His fingers tighten around your throat while he holds you close to his body with his other arm. He turns you both, leaning you back until your laying flat on the couch. His hand still firm around your throat, he leans forward to kiss you again; pressing his hard on into your groin making you whine.

He smiles before nipping at your neck, still pressing himself into where you need him the most. The friction is making you crazy and he knows it, “Baby…” you whimper and he lets out a quiet laugh into your skin. He moves down your body slowly, leaving hickeys in his path, “What baby? What do you need?” He coos, instantly snapping his hips into yours. You throw your head back whining again, “Come on princess, use your words,” He laughs again before sucking the skin of your thigh into his mouth. The purple mark is fresh compared to the dull ones from the nights previous. It’s like it’s his own private masterpiece, he runs his thumb over it before sitting up between your legs. He looks down at you and cocks his head, your bottom lip comfortably in-between your teeth. His fingers slide under the band of your sweatpants and he starts to pull them from your legs antagonizing slow. You wiggle your legs trying to speed up the process, only making him slow down even more.

“Mm no panties?” He licks his lips as notices how wet you are, ”Tell me what you want baby,” He says again, pulling the sweatpants from his own legs.

“I want you to fuck me, Kookie.” You lean forward reaching out for his hard cock, but he wraps his hands around your wrist. Pushing them into the couch, as he hovers over your body. He looks down at you, as the tip of his cock teases your clit. Your eyes are drawn to the way the veins in his biceps are popping out, then to the way his abs flex each time he thrust forward, “Please.” You beg finally meeting his eyes, and they seem to soften at your magic word.

Reaching down he lines himself up then slides inside of you torturously slow. Both of you inhaling deeply when he bottoms out and stops. Something you both loved the feeling of in general, but when you were high it was comparable to euphoria.

“You feel so fucking tight for me princess,” He moans pulling back, dragging his cock against your walls. You want to respond but the words hang on your lips, all you can formulate is whimper. Leaning forward on his forearms on each side of your head, he nudges your face to the side. Letting his teeth graze the shell of your ear. The sound of his moans and whimpers was enough to through you over the edge. He feels it when you start to tighten around him, his teeth finding the juncture of your shoulder and neck. Pressing his lips delicately before he starts to suck hard.

“I-Im so close, please,” You start to beg, you don’t know what you’re begging for exactly, but you have a feeling that he does. He quickens his pace, leaning up and pressing your thighs further apart. He takes his thumb to his mouth, collecting his spit before rubbing it into your clit with the perfect amount of pressure. Your hips start to buck up into his thrust, having a mind of their own. He takes it upon himself to pull your hips up to his, the new position making your body react instantly.

“Right there! Oh fuck, right there Kookie!” You yell out, warmth spreading through your body from your toes to your fingertips. The familiar tight feeling in your abdomen tells you that your close.

“Fuck princess, cum with me!” he moans and just like that your body starts to shake. An orgasm hitting you like a semi, the warmth that was running through your veins turns into something new. He holds your legs still, spilling himself inside of you. The feeling alone makes you feel like you could cum again. He thrust inside you a few more times, each time your body spasming.

He pulls out admiring the way his cum drips from you, taking his fingers and pushing it back inside of you. You spasm at the action, making him giggle, “You came so hard, didn’t you princess?” He asks you, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips before he starts to get up to find something to clean you with. You nod, grabbing his hand quickly before he gets too far. He looks down at you, “Lay with me, baby.”

He pauses and smiles down at you before squeezing himself onto the couch next to you, “You’re still messy,” he says.

“I don’t care, I need you close right now,” You explain before burying your head into his chest. You feel his chest rock as he laughs at how fucked out you are. It didn’t happen every time but, sometimes he fucked you so good that you felt emotional afterwards. You felt like the luckiest girl in the world, and you just wanted him to hold you. He wraps his arms around you, massaging your scalp with his fingertips.

“I love you so much, baby.” He says softly.

You hum into his chest, “Love you too.”

After about an hour of naked cuddling, you ask him if he wants to take a shower. He instantly perks up, wrapping you in his arms carrying you to the shower.

“If you think I would ever choose a night out over a night like this, you’re insane.”

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[or-worse-expelled7]

Army, I need help looking for a fic! It is a Jungkook x reader fic mermaid!au where Jungkook is a mermaid and was captured and put in a tank at a marine park. Jungkook is injured and reader is the only one he speaks to/starts to trust because she brought him food and would sit and talk to him. RM, J-hope, Jimin, and Tae also work there. Then eventually they release JK, but he’s the only mermaid left of its kind and when he leaves he leaves his scales behind for reader to have. And there are 2 alternate endings, one sad and one fluffy. 

I have been searching all the tags but i can’t find it. 

[honiboyyoon]

The CEO’s Son (M)

Your relationship with your boss’ son was never one HR would approve of...

Pairings: Jungkook x reader

Word Count: almost 4k

Warnings: smut, dont let someone talk to you like this at your work, jungkook having a size kink

A/N: LITHEN rayan wrote a jungkook size kink blurb and lotte kook came for my fucking throat and im not sorry!!!! reni get the four loko,,, bete.., i inked

When you first landed this internship, you couldn’t believe how lucky you were. The internship was actually well paying, incredibly insightful to your field once you graduated university, and you would even go as far as to say-although incredibly nerdy of you- it was very fun. Overall this internship at Jeon Enterprises was a dream come true. It was almost too good to be true, and that’s because it was. The bane of your existence as of late was your boss’ overly flirtatious, pompous, and ridiculously attractive son. Jeon Jungkook. With his stupid shaggy hair, God you simutanilousy wanted to run your hands through it to sniff it but also shave it off his stupid head. Then there was his stupid face, and his stupid body. You didn’t think a guy in a suit could affect you as much as it did, but here you are, ogling him from your desk as he’s stopped at the water cooler. As if sensing your stare, Jungkook turns his head and you two briefly make eye contact before you redirected your gaze to your computer screen. Yes, pretend like you’re doing work, he definitely didn’t catch you staring at him. As if he could hear your thoughts, Jungkook saunters over to you with a shit eating smirk plastered onto his face. I would give up my employee discount to slap that right off you think to yourself.

“How do you get any work done when your staring at me all day, baby?” Jungkook coos, he’s leaning against your cubicle divider, and his crossed arms are pulling his already tight fitting shirt more taught against his muscles.

“How do you have so much money, yet still can’t find a shirt that’s actually your size?” Your tone is falsely sweet but it has Jungkook grinning wider.

“Y’been staring at my bod that much to notice huh, Y/N?” This is your relationship with your CEO’s shit head son. He flirts, you sass and flirt back, you go home insanely sexually frustrated, rinse and repeat.

Your thoughts are interrupted by one of your supervisors reminding everyone of a meeting in five minutes. Everyone around you slowly shuffles to the meeting room down the hall, and you get up from your chair and begin your way towards the boardroom when you hear a low whistle, “damn, have I ever told you that that’s my favourite skirt on you? Your ass looks amazing, babe” Jungkook is still resting against your cubicle, chin poised on the palm of his hand. Of course he didn’t have to go to the meeting, he was the CEO’s son.

“In your dreams” you’d be lying if you said your heart did beat a little faster when these exchanges occurred.

“Oh but we do!” he mockingly groans and grips harder onto your cubicle wall, “at least four or five times a night!”

You only answer back with a scoff and a shake of your head as you make your way down the hall.

Once the meeting has begun, your supervisor informs the interns that those that are the most promising and likely to be hired on once graduated, will be given more work, to better prepare them for what life is really like and Jeon Enterprises. After a few grumbles your supervisor assigns days to each one of you, stating that you will work a sort of “over-time”, to get you used to times of the year where the typical 9-5 just simply isn’t enough hours in the day. You’re assigned Tuesday nights, and will begin tonight. Forcing a smile on your face as you accept your that your plans tonight are now ruined, you thank your supervisor for the opportunity. It’s not until you’re walking back to your desk do you realize that you in fact, did not actually have plans anyways, you never really do, but the option to make plans is always nice to have.

As you near your desk you notice Jungkook is poised against your cubicle wall again, as if he never left.

“Are you stalking me now, Jeon?” You tut, a smirk finding itself on your lips without you even realizing it.

“Just wanted to make sure your seat was clean,” he pulls your chair back for you as if he’s an actual gentleman, as you sit down in it he comes around to the front of you and sits on the edge of your desk, “and this one of course.” He circles his face with his hand.

“Well, it’s good to know you at least recognize the importance of giving good oral when you have the world’s smallest dick.” You turn to your computer before you can see the dark look that flashes through Jungkook’s eyes. He leans down closer to your ear and quietly says, “oh, you have no idea.” And with that Jeon Jungkook leaves you with a tingling ear and damp panties.

It’s about ten minutes later when you hear a ping and see a message bar show up on the corner of your screen. Clicking the flashing bar, your heart does a little flip as once you see who the message is from.

Jeon Jungkook

8=========D

“What the fuck?” you chuckle under your breath, hands already typing a reply on their own accord.

Y/N L/N

Did you just send me a dick pic??

Y/N L/N

As an emoticon?

Jeon Jungkook

Big isn’t? ;)

He’s lost his fucking mind, you think to yourself. This is hilarious, but Jungkook has actually lost his mind.

Y/N L/N

I had to increase my screen zoom to see it, but its cute ig

After hitting send, you hear a dramatic “Ha!” from the direction of Jungkook’s desk before you hear another ping.

Jeon Jungkook

Remember that im the supervisor thats overseeing you on your overtime nights ;)

You didn’t, infact, remember that. But now you’re rubbing your thighs against each other trying to relieve some strain as your imagination begins to run wild of what it’d be like to be the only two people in the office.

Y/N L/N

fuck you

Jeon Jungkook

thats the plan baby

Oh my God.

Your relationship at the office has always been one HR wouldn’t approve of, you two always took things most would consider “too far” but it never lead to anything. You said shit like this to each other all the time, but this afternoon felt different. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it but something told you tonight may finally be the night you don’t have to go home and touch yourself thinking of your boss’ shit head son.

Two hours later, it was finally the end of the day and everyone was packing up to head home for the evening. Some of the other interns give you looks of pity before they leave, but you don’t feel an ounce of dread about having to stay late. Your mind keeps wandering to that stupid conversation with stupid Jungkook. You guys were always talking to each other like this, but now it felt different, and you couldn’t help the butterflies that started abusing your stomach.

It’s now half an hour since everyone’s gone home and you’ve continued to work through the extra load given to you for tonight, when suddenly a familiar ping sounds again. You subconsciously squeeze your thighs together when you read the message from none other than Jungkook.

Jeon Jungkook

Come to the board room

You didn’t know what was louder, the squeak escaping your lips or your desk chair being pushed back as you abruptly stand up. You don’t dwell on that too much as you quickly make your way to the board room. You try to calm yourself down, you and Jungkook heavily flirted all the time, his dumbass probably broke the screen in the meeting room or something, yea, yea that’s it. Just because your last conversation was a bit more heated than usual and ended with him saying he wanted to fuck you, didn’t mean he was about to plow you in the board room.  You slow your walk as you get a few steps before the closed door. Quickly running your fingers through your hair to tame any stray hairs, you glance over your clothes before taking a deep breath, hand clutching the door handle. After a brief pep talk, you’re pushing through the door to find Jungkook sitting at the board table seemingly working on something on his laptop. As soon as you enter, he stops typing and leans back in his chair as that devilish smirk appears on his face again.

“Close the door behind you,” holy shit this was really happening, you were really about to fuck Jeon Jungkook, and in the office of all places. “Lock the door behind you” he’s racking his eyes up and down your figure, when they finally reach your eyes he says barely above a whisper, “only if you want to, that is.” Oh, holy shit. This was him giving you a way out, to get a sense of whether this was more than just back and forth flirting and banter, to see if you really wanted him.

With a speed you didn’t know you possessed, you locked the door behind you without breaking eye contact. Jungkook stands up from his chair and gestures for you to come closer, as you do you can feel a blush already heating up your cheeks.

“I’m surprised you wanted to have sex with me,” his voice is still a quiet whisper, and his hands are now at your waist, pulling you closer until you can feel the beginnings of his arousal through his pants, “y’know, with me having such a small dick and all.”

“Well…” lord, girl get it together, you’ve been dreaming about this since you started your internship, “that may be true, so I thought I should see how your much your oral makes up for it.”

He crushes his lips to yours before you have a chance to say anything else. The kiss is rough and hurried, clearly the several months long sexual frustration was mutual. He spins you around and grinds his hard on against your ass. You can’t help the few whimpers that escape you as he starts to suck at your neck, “gotta mark you up nice, huh baby? Can’t have anyone in the office trying to take what’s mine.” You shake your head in agreement as Jungkook pushes you forward so your hands are against the table and your ass is bent up, the sight has him groaning. No one’s ever really manhandled you like this, and it’s gotten you more worked up than you thought it would’ve.

“Fuck, I really do love this skirt on you, but I really want to see what’s underneath more.” Jungkook stops his aggressive groping to push your skirt up around your waist and you quickly dispose of your blouse and bra. Bending down, he places open mouth kisses along your ass cheek, as his hand continues to roughly grope the other one. The unoccupied hand is now rubbing you through your panties, and you feel like your about to loose it from all this pent up frustration.

“Please, Jungkook.” You beg, your voice already sounding strained and whiney.

“Please what baby? You need to tell me what you want,” you gasp as he applies even more pressure, “use your words.”

“I want your f-fingers, and your mouth. I want you to eat me out.” Your practically panting, and Jungkook’s erection is now painfully pushing against the fabric of his pants after hearing and seeing you so submissive, so different from your normally sassy attitude, and it make Jungkook want to wreck you. You only hear a low chuckle from Jungkook before one of his fingers is pushing past your underwear and straight into your wet heat. He doesn’t start off slow, he immediately starts to quickly finger you, your arousal already starts to drip down his hand as he harshly sucks on your clit.

“Such a pretty fucking pussy,” Jungkook coos, licking up your folds, “I guess since my dick is so small you only need one finger, huh?”

Before you can protest, Jungkook removes his finger from your pussy and begins to pull you back up so you’re now chest to chest. He runs his thumb along your bottom lip, and without having to be told you open your mouth and begin to suck on the digit. Jungkook chuckles at your submissiveness and switches his thumb out for the finger he used to finger you. He stares with such intensity at his finger disappearing behind your lips, that it only make you suck faster, harder.

“I really want to fuck your stupid little bratty mouth,” he’s almost mumbling to himself, but you continue sucking on his finger, this time he speaks louder, more controlled, “but I really just want to fuck your bratty little pussy already.” You’re furiously nodding your head, as he retracts his finger form your mouth. He’s roughly kissing you again, as he grabs underneath your thighs and sits you on the table. Your hands are roaming over each other, although his are much more dominating. He’s grabbing your hand and placing it over his clothed erection, and your mouth waters from the sheer size of his bulge. Jungkook, of course, notices this immediately and with great pleasure.

“What, not big enough for you, baby?” He’s taunting you because he knows he’s big, he’s fucking huge, and you can’t move your hands fast enough to unzip his pants. Jungkook’s hands are turning your hair into a makeshift ponytail when you pull his underwear down and his hard on practically smacks you in the face. Oh, holy shit. You never would have thought you would use this word to describe a dick, but Jeon Jungkook has a monster cock. You don’t have much time to dwell on this thought before Jungkook is tapping the tip of his dick against your cheek, and you’re now just realizing that your mouth had been agape since you first had your hand over his crotch.

“On second thought,” Jungkook tightens your hair in his hand, “I really do want to fuck this pretty mouth.” You manage out a whimper before he’s guiding his cock into your open mouth. You’re swallowing around his cock, trying to take him all in, but you’re only about half way down and there’s an obscene amount of spit seeping out of your mouth, and you’re about to run out of air. You pull away from his cock, desperately trying to fill your lungs, and you notice a trail of saliva connecting your mouth to the angry red head of his cock. Jungkook catches the trail as well, and he’s darkly huffs out a laugh as he grabs his dick to tap against your face again, “what? Can’t take it you stupid little brat?”

The degrading catches you a bit off guard and has you pouting back, “‘m not stupid.”

“Huh?” He taps his cock a bit harder against your cheek, “What was that baby I couldn’t quite hear you.”

“I’m not stupid!” You huff, your lips are spit slicked and pouting and your eyes are almost adorable when they look up at him. God he can’t wait to wreck you.

“Of course you’re not stupid baby,” Jungkook probably should’ve asked you want your kinks were beforehand, but he takes note that degradtion probably isn’t on that list for you, at least not yet. “You’re not stupid, no. You just can’t take my cock.” If you didn’t want him to fuck you so badly you would’ve smacked the shit eating grin right off his face, but you’re shaking your head furiously at him. “No, please fuck me Jungkook, please. I promise I can take it, I promise.” Jungkook could’ve blew his load just from finally hearing you be so submissive towards him after months of attitude. He kisses you again and he guides you to lay back on the table, hand guiding the tip of his dick to your heat. He doesn’t enter, just simply rubs the tip against your clit and you feel like you could explode.

“Think you can handle it, baby?” he whispers in your ear, and a quiet uh huh is his green light to enter you. All the dominating behaviour aside, Jungkook, much to your happiness, actually enters you slowly. He enters inch by inch, allowing your aching pussy time to adjust to his massive size. When he’s fully inside you, you both let out a pant and Jungkook waits for you to give him a signal to move. Although you teased him about having a small dick, you never really thought Jungkook did, but you never would’ve dreamed he was hiding a fucking python under his designer dress pants.

After a few moments, you feel relatively adjusted to his size. If you’re being honest with yourself, you don’t think you could ever fully adjust. But, nonetheless, you breathe out a soft move and bite Jungkook’s ear lobe. You both groan as he slowly pulls out, nearly all the way. He sets a moderate pace at first, and although your grateful due to his size, you’re honestly a bit surprised he isn’t rougher with you. As if sensing this, Jungkook smirks down at you, “need to get you a bit more adjusted, baby, can’t have me accidentally ripping you in half huh?” and that has you moaning out as he hoists your legs up higher and he plows into you. Honestly, you really do think he could rip you in half.

Your moans are pornographic as he fucks into you with such speed and power your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head. His chiseled muscular body is glistening so beautifully under the fluorescent office lights that you don’t even wonder when his shirt came off, but fuck you’re happy that it did. Your transfixed watching his ab muscles move as he fucks you. You don’t really know where to look, he’s just so hot. His shaggy sweaty hair dangling in front of his eyes, his half lidded eyes watching your tits bounce every time he fucks into you, his slightly parted mouth that occasional lets out a guttural moan. You’ve never felt so full in your life, and he’s just so hot and you just need more. When you voice this, Jungkook just smirks and wraps his arms around your legs to keep them parallel to his chest, and he’s fucking into you even harder.

“Fuuuck, your pussy’s so tight and wet for me baby, shit you’re hot.” Jungkook pants, and when his eyes drift down from watching your tits bouncing, that’s when he notices it. With every thrust, Jungkook can see a little bump come from the inside of your lower abdomen, and something inside him snaps. He’s fucking into you even harder now, and you’re nearly crying at how animalistic he’s being.

“Fuck baby, look at you. Your little pussy can barely take my cock, look at it sticking up inside of you.” He thrusts a little extra hard to really make his dick protrude and you’re nearly seeing stars. You couldn’t believe it. Jungkook was actually so big that his cock would poke up your belly. You’re nearly gushing around him at the revelation, and Jungkook just keeps fucking you nice and hard, his hips a rough stactoo against yours. He’s groaning and panting while he watches the bump come up with every thrust. “Shit baby, look at you, your bratty little pussy can barely handle my cock, it has no room for it. I bet you love my fat cock don’t you, baby? Huh?” His hand reaches forward to slap your bouncing tit, “You fucking love my huge dick don’t you?”

“Yes! Yes, I love your fat cock Jungkookie, please fuck me with your fat cock, I love it so much!” Your screaming, and you honestly don’t care if the late night office cleaners can hear you.

“Tell me how much you love it baby, c’mon, tell me how much you need my huge dick, tell me how big it is”

You don’t know if he’s being this rough because of your earlier comments about him having a small dick, or if it’s because he can visibly see that your pussy can barely handle the size of him but you don’t care either way. “It’s so fucking big Jungkook, you’re stretching me out so fucking good, baby oh my gosh.” You feel like you’re about to cum any minute now, and when you voice this Jungkook pulls out of you and flips you so your hands are on the table once again. You nearly scream when he enters you again, the pace just as brutal. His hands are now roughly gripping your ass cheeks, the occasional blow being delivered to them. He’s panting into your ear telling you how much a good girl you are for taking his cock so well, how he bets you won’t ever say his dick is small again, how he’s going to ruin your tight little pussy every Tuesday night in this board room. “You’re not going to be able to listen to a single thing they say during these meetings, your just going to be thinking about my huge cocking stretching you open.” You slip a hand down to play with your clit as Jungkook continues his assault on your pussy. You’re so close to almost hurts. “C’mon baby, show me what you look like when you cum, I wanna hear you” He delivers another smack to your now cherry red ass, “cum all over my huge cock, baby, c’mon.” A few more powerful thrusts and you’re coming harder than you ever had in your life. Jungkook follows quickly behind you, unloading onto your ass, moaning at the erotic sight.

You think you might’ve black out in all honesty, but the next thing you know, Jungkook is wiping his cum off your ass with a tissue and gathers you in your arms. Looking down at his now soft dick, you nearly laugh at the fact that, even when soft, Jungkook is above average size. Apparently you said that out loud, because now Jungkook is laughing as he hands you your clothes. You see him tuck your panties into his pocket and when you question it, he casually replies with, “you’ll just have to get them back next Tuesday.”

You definitely love this internship.

[hoshione]

WHAT THE FUCK JEON JUNGKOOK!?

[forthechubbies]

💥Strong Man Bangtan💥

Synopsis• A man born with super strength and a heart of gold.

Genres• Kdrama Vibes, RomCom, Overprotective Family (Jungkook’s family), Trauma, and Jungkook being a big sweetie.

Duos• Jungkook x Chubby! Reader

✨TagTeam✨ @lolalee24 @mwitsmejk @mcusuperfreak @jinswifeyy @transparentprinceblr @flowery-hope @agustdboyoongie @ilovethewayyourheartbeats @mochiarcher @toughbook @couldadepressedpersondothis @omgsuperstarg @joonado @97cityy @akshreads

On September 1, 1997. The beautiful break of dawn welcomed a baby boy into the world. Jeon Jeongukk, the now youngest of seven. The boy was multiple talented beyond belief; he could sing, dance, draw, and lift over a thousand times his body weight?! Yep, At the young age of four, the boy developed inhuman super strength.

You wouldn't believe the look on his mother's face after watching her little tot hold their house at a tilt to receive his toy ball. His mother felt petrified of taking Jeongukk to any doctor in fear of them taking him away and experimenting on her precise baby.

Instead, she securely wrapped him up in bubble wrap and waited for her husband to return for work. From there, as soon as the father steps through the threshold she bombarded him with questions.

“I guess I should have expected this” He light-hearted chuckled, ruffling Jeongukk’s hair.

His father came clean about his family’s history and explained something along the lines of the ‘gift’. Apparently, The brute strength appeared in his family dating back to ancient times where his forefathers used their power for only good. There wasn’t anything extraordinary to come into detail besides the power skipping a few generations just to land in the hands of the littlest Jeon.

Needless to say, His mother made irrational decisions out of fear when Jeongukk came into the picture Jeongukk was kept away from the outside world which is why in the succeeding years, The young man is hooked over his first interaction. You.

“Homework is terrible. Whoever the hell invented it can kick rocks.” A school girl dressed in uniform walked along Jeon’s family grass as a shortcut.

And consequently, Jeongukk who was home alone took advantage and step outside on his own. Barefooted and high on serotonin the pure adrenaline rush to his feet fueling his run into the wet grass between his toes.

It's so bright out but so cold at the same time. It's odd. He thought.

The heavy raindrops drenched Jungkook but he couldn't care less. The last time he felt rain on his skin was when his toddler days before he was hidden from the world.

He sighed after taking a breath-

“You’ll catch a cold.” A frilly pink umbrella covered his head. Your cheeks were round and puffy, Your lips looked sweet, and Your eyes were breathtaking. “Hello?”

Speechless, He watched you tongue-tied.

“Boy?” You found it difficult not to giggle at the blood spreading to the tip of his ears and cheeks.

He flinched back, cupping his ears.

“Kookie!” His mother screamed, She wasted no time to snatch him up by his sleeve and pull him away from you.

Jeongukk's big brothers took care of him as he was shoved back into the house.

His mother glances your way. “Are you ok?”

Baffled, You merely shook your head. Yes.

“Did he hurt you?”

“Why would he hurt me? How could he? He's too cute.” That is what she wanted to say but again, all you did was shake your head.

The mother left the conversation there and made her way into their house.

“Jeongukk?” You uttered the name of the boy, you may never see again..maybe.

[lavenderlattaes]

i love you. | bts

⇒ summary: you said you love him in the most casual way.

⇒ [ idolverse! au ]

⇒ pairing: bts x reader

⇒ word count: 2.6k words (in total)

⇒ genre: fluff

⇒ warnings: i think a few swear words

⇒ note: this was requested ages ago sksks im sorry anon, i was lost on how i should write this bc I’ve never tried writing reactions before and i think it’s supposed to be in bullet(proof)form but I found myself writing it like this lol. and since we’re celebrating mots:7 and i am absolutely LOVING the new tracks rn, here’s the reaction you request years ago he he. I’ll have to add dividers and other stuff for this later on bc it’s too long but im on mobile rn. ANYWAY ENOUGH TALKING,, ignore mistakes bc im a bit of a blind bat and enjoy!＼ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ／

kim seokjin:

You’ve been dating Seokjin for a few months now and you can’t help but fall for him completely. It was hard not to — he made you laugh, he was so selfless, and he fed you with his amazing cooking skills.

The thing is, you haven’t said the three words yet. The three, special words that could — no matter how sweet it may be — either make or break you both.

The boys had just gotten back from recording and you were at their dorms, Jin coming up to you as soon as they entered to plant a gentle kiss to your cheek.

“Hey, love. Let me go wash up then I’ll help you,” he greets, and you smile at him, going back to cleaning the vegetables for dinner.

“Hey, Y/N,” Hoseok greets chirpily and you greet him, as he jumps onto a chair to watch you work.

“How are things with hyung?” He casually starts, placing his head in the palm of his hands as he grins at you. You’re closest to Hoseok, since you grew up with him and he was the one who introduced you to the boys.

“Oh, we’re doing great, he makes me happy,” you admit genuinely and Hoseok smiles. “He makes great food, doesn’t he?” Hoseok asks you and you giggle, nodding.

“Yeah, I love him, he feeds me well,” you sigh happily and Hoseok laughs.

You turn around to grab a bowl from the upper cupboard but groan when you realize you can’t reach it. You’re about to call Hoseok for help when a familiar arm snakes around your waist. You look up and see Jin, a smile on his face as he reaches up to get the bowl for you.

“I love you too, baby.” He replies to your statement earlier, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

min yoongi:

Instead of locking himself up in the studio to work on more songs or in his room to sleep, Yoongi found himself sitting on the couch, tuned in to a show where you were currently guesting on.

You were a famous producer and idol as well, and that’s how the two of you met in the first place. You’ve been dating for quite some time now, and you even went public with your relationship just a month back. The public surprisingly took the news very well, and no wars or issues had happened between your fans.

“So, Y/N, you and Yoongi just went public with your relationship last month, right?” The interviewer begins and you nod, sipping on your water bottle, a soft smile on your face.

Yoongi found himself smiling, turning the volume up just a tad bit. “How are things between you and the fans? Any fan wars going on?” You laugh and shake your head. “There’s definitely none of that,” you begin, “our fans are very nice and have even become friends. Most of my fans started listening to BTS’ music — if they didn’t already —” Yoongi chuckles at the comment, “and Yoongi’s fans have popped up in my feed to comment on how much they love my songs.” You finished.

Yoongi’s smile got wider and he made himself more comfortable as the interview went on. “It’s nice to know that everything’s going well for you both.” The interviewer gushes and you giggle, your laugh, making Yoongi blush from his seat on the couch.

You sure have him wrapped around your finger, huh?

“Yeah, I’m sure my fans love him too,” the words slip out from your lips too soon and Yoongi’s eyes widen. It’s the first time you’ve said you love him, and even if it’s indirect, it still makes his heart race.

“And I love you too, Y/N. So much, baby.” Yoongi whispers, his eyes trained on you until the interview ends, a loving smile on his face.

jung hoseok:

You love dancing, just as much as Hoseok does and that’s how you both met. You’ve been going to the same dance academy since you were a kid, and when you were graduated college, you chose to work at your dance academy.

Hoseok somehow found himself inside your dance academy, where he was supposed to teach a master class for the students there for the next three days. At the time, your artistic director was out of the country to be with some of the ballerinas of your academy who were competing. You were left in charge so you had to attend to Hoseok for the entire time. Somehow, the two of you clicked because of your passion for dance and the rest is history.

“Y/N, where’s Hoseok?” One of the little girls in your class tugged on your sweatpants while you were having a break in the middle of their class. It was no secret to the entire academy that you’re dating the “cool and sunshine teacher” they had a few months back. Everyone absolutely adored him, especially the younger kids who wanted to be like him.

“He has practice too, sweetie. Why do you ask?” You crouch down to her height and she sits down cross legged. At the mention of Hoseok, the other kids join in and form a circle around you.

“Isn’t he coming over?” One kid asks, and they all start nodding and talking over the other. You laugh and get them to settle down. “He’s busy, so I’m not sure,” you tell them and they groan.

“I miss Hoseok hyung. He’s so cool, and I love how he teaches class,” one of the younger boys sigh, hands crossed over his chest. You chuckle at the adorable sight, beckoning him over to give you a hug.

“Yeah, me too, bud.” You reply and the kids gasp. “YOU LOVE HOSEOK?!” They start shouting and running around, repeating the same thing over and over. “Y/N loves Hoseok.”

You shrug and stand up, gathering them back to the center of the studio to continue the class. “Come on, kids. Back to class. If you do well, today, maybe we can have Hoseok teach another class soon,” you say, going over to the speaker to play their song.

“I love you too!” A familiar voice shouts from the back and all of you turn around to see the one and only, Jung Hoseok.

kim namjoon:

You didn’t know how you managed to get yourself strapped to an outdoor rollercoaster, but here you were, with a small camera placed in front of your seat to record the entire ride.

“Why are we doing this again?” You choke out, turning to your band member beside you.

She was calm and collected about the entire thing, and she shrugs her shoulders. “Maybe because the fans wanted us to do this for the live?” You throw your head back, dreading the ride that was going to happen shortly.

“Relax, Y/N. You can do this!” Your maknae tells you from the back and you whine. “I’m the leader, why did I let this happen anyway?”

“Again, because the fans wanted us to do this. They’re watching right now, you know.” The eldest member chirps up and you groan as the rest of your members laugh.

“And you guys just had to put me in the front, huh,” you grumble, just as the ride started to move. You squeal, gripping the onto the handles in front of you. Your members let out whoops of cheers and laughter as the car went up.

You could see the buildings from below and the other rides, especially the rides for the kids. Why didn’t you ride that instead? “Y/N, fighting!” Your members cheer as you scream. The car reaches the top and you gulp, bracing yourself for the drop.

You feel the car tip over dangerously and the moment it drops, you throw your fears away and scream as loud as you can. “Kim Namjoon, if I die, you better know how much I love you!” You scream, completely forgetting you’re being filmed in real time and if he was watching, he just heard you say you love him for the very first time. And even if he didn’t, he’d definitely find out about it soon.

Oh, well. It’s true anyway, and you weren’t concerned about that right now. The ride makes another sudden drop but this time it tilted to your side and you let out another scream. “Mom, mom, mom I wanna go home!” You scream and you’re certain you’ll be met with memes the moment you get off the ride.

If you’re somehow still conscious after the ride.

park jimin:

“Y/N, truth or dare?” Jeongguk plops down beside you on the couch and you tear your eyes away from the show you were watching and raise an eyebrow at him.

“What’s this for?” You ask suspiciously. Jeongguk shakes his head innocently, his eyes glancing at his hyung who was sleeping soundly in your lap.

Your hands subconsciously start playing with Jimin’s hair and he cuddles closer to your stomach.

“Come on, truth or dare!” Jeongguk presses and you sigh. “Truth, because Jimin’s sleeping and I don’t want to disturb him.” You give in and Jeongguk grins.

“Okay, let’s play fast talk,” Jeongguk claps his hands excitedly and you choke on your saliva. “I thought we were playing truth or dare?”

“I change my mind. Answer with yes or no,” Jeongguk adjusts himself on the couch, a mischievous smile on his face.

You sigh. “Fine.”

“Are you tired of hyung?”

You glare at him. “No.”

“Is he clingy?”

“Yes, but I love it.”

“Is he adorable?”

“Yes, what’s with these questions Jeon?”

“Don’t ask. Does he make you happy?”

“Yes.”

“Do you love him?”

“Yes.” You stop running your hands through Jimin’s hair when you realize what you said and whip your head to look at Jeongguk. “Y/N, zero. Jeongguk, one.”

You’re about to retort when you’re interrupted. “I love you too,” Jimin mumbles, taking your hand and placing a kiss on your wrist, your cheeks heating up.

“Thanks, Gguk, even though you had to witness us say we love each other for the first time and completely ruin the moment,” Jimin mutters half-asleep.

kim taehyung:

Your eyes scan the comments coming in, looking for a question to answer.

“Where’s Yeontan?” You read. “He’s out with Taehyung right now,” you answer, and your own dog barks up from beside you, making you giggle. You pat your lap and your dog jumps up, appearing in your Vlive as well.

“When’s the next comeback?” You read and laugh, shaking your head. “Can’t tell you that right now, my loves. But expect new music this year,” you wink and your fans go wild in the comments, begging for you to reveal just a little bit more.

“No can do, guys. It’s either I let my love for you prevail or I lose my job,” you say in your most serious tone and your fans start taking back their pleads. Your eyes widen and you wave your hands frantically, giggling at the camera.

“I’m kidding, guys! I’m kidding!” Your dog barks up and you can only assume he’s trying to help you out too.

“Let’s move onto another topic, shall we?” You clear your throat after your laughter dies down and various other questions start filling in.

“Oooh! Yea, let’s play a game!” Your eyes light up and your fans start sending hearts in. “We’ll ask you to list down a number of things in the just twenty seconds,” you read off and grin, nodding.

“Okay, I’ll answer whichever my eyes read first,” you adjust yourself on your chair, stroking your dog’s furry hair as he waggles his tail in content.

“List of things you love,” you read off. “Oh! My family, my dog, my fans, my music, waking up late on my day off, spring, ice cream in the winter,” you pause slightly, and your fans start counting down, making you panic.

5...4...3...2…

“Uh, uh, TAEHYUNG!” You blurt out, just as the number one spams in the comments. For a moment there the comments stop coming in and you’re unsure if the app crashed or your wifi just started to suck.

“THAT’S THE FIRST TIME SHE SAID SHE LOVES TAEHYUNG!” Your eyes land on the comment and everyone starts agreeing.

“Oh, wow, ha ha, look at the time,” your eyes look down to your wrist and you mentally curse to find no watch resting there.

“Bye, guys!” You squeak out and end the live abruptly.

You let out a scream as your cheeks burn with embarrassment. Your dog pokes your hand with his nose and you can only pout at him.

“I’m an idiot, aren’t I?” Your dog stares at you for a moment, before letting out what you assume is a bark of agreement.

jeon jeongguk:

“I have to go on stage now, baby. I’ll see you after our stage, okay? Meet me back here,” Jeongguk kisses your cheek quickly and your cheeks flush, making him giggle.

“Good luck,” you manage to stutter out and he waves cutely, running up to his hyungs who’ve started to head for the stage. Once he turns around the corner, you fan yourself, still not used to his affectionate actions.

“Y/N!” You hear someone call from behind you, and compose yourself before turning around.

You’re met with a camera and some crew, and you assume they’re doing some backstage interview for tonight’s show.

“Hey!” You wave your hand and send hearts toward the camera, knowing how much your fans loved it when you did that.

“How was your stage, tonight?” One of the crew asks and you look up in thought before flashing a bright smile at the camera.

“I had lots of fun, especially because I saw so many of my fans in the crowd today. You guys were especially loud, I hope you didn’t go deaf or something,” you giggle and the crew laugh along with you.

“It must have been tiring, yeah?” They ask and you shrug. “In a sense, yes. But all of that goes away when I see people, not just my fans, enjoying the music I put out for them. I pour my heart into my music so it’s nice to know people appreciate it.” You smile and they nod.

“You love your fans a lot, don’t you?” You nod at the question and they grin. “Who else do you love?” They ask cheekily.

“Oh, that’s easy,” you begin, a surge of confidence coursing through you. You’re sure this is a good enough payback for leaving you flustered earlier.

“Who is it?” They ask innocently and you grin.

“Jeon Jeongguk,” you casually say and the crew whispers excitedly. “Who else would it be anyway?” You add and the crew laughs, nodding.

They ask you to say a few more words about your upcoming album which you happily answer, and they bow in thanks before heading off.

From behind, you can hear the shouts get louder and people congratulating your boyfriend’s group, with special greetings directed towards him.

You turn around and see his confused expression. He sees you and raises an eyebrow and you can only smile back, shrugging as you make your way over to him.

“What was that all about?” He asks after planting a soft kiss to the tip of your nose. You shake your head and grin at him.

“It’s nothing,” you take his hand in yours and you both start walking in the direction you of their dressing room. “Okay,”

He raises an eyebrow at you unsurely.

Oh, he won’t know what’s coming.

[httpjungoo]

Oblivion ; 01 tears in the sky

🌙A cautionary tale of love lost, of falling outs between the most unsuspecting. A tale of how you lost the one who you believed to be the person who would stay, no matter the circumstance. A tale of how you learned to never love again.

pairing: jk x reader

genre: angst, drama (some semblance of fluff?)

word count: 988

warnings: profanity, longing, (assumed) infidelity, alcohol usage, 

author’s note: Hello! this was basically an old draft of mine from my OFF days when i used to write crappy fics all the time aha which was decades ago. lmk in the comments if i need to improve on anything please! 

hope you guys enjoy it! 

"Let this be a lesson to us. A painful reminder from love. Let us remember each other this way, I feel that would be best".

You couldn't deny it, deep down you knew that one day, this would happen. Communication would slowly become almost impossible and when you did, it was unbearable. It would always end in an argument or in complete radio silence. Meeting in person was only a distant dream now. You never pegged Jungkook as one to unconsciously hurt someone, let alone, purposely do it. 

After five years of navigating through adamant obstructions in your relationship with him, five years of  seeing him grow into a commendable man, five years of roaring laughter with the man who changed the way you looked at your old, bleak life; he has finally reached the final stage of growth-and it didn't include you. 

You stared at your phone. The lock screen displaying a photo of once was. It was a moment which you felt needed to be eternalized into a photo; it used to bring you sheer happiness but looking at it now only made you want to crush your phone into a thousand pieces like how your heart felt. Unexpectedly, your phone buzzed. It was a message from Taehyung. The only other person you would trust with your life.

---

“Hey, we're finally back! Just wanted to let you know in case Jungkook didn't mention it”

“Welcome back, Tae! I missed you! I'm in dire need of our monthly-or should i say weekly talks”

“You want to come over? You could try and talk to Jungkook too... if you want”

“No, I need to sort that out myself. Tomorrow?”

“Sure. Take care of yourself, please”

“Will do”. 

---

Bzzt.  

Your phone buzzed once again. This time it was a notification on Twitter. Jungkook had just uploaded a photo of himself back in the dorm. He was finally back from the long haul, two month tour in Europe. He didn't even bother to mention his arrival to you. Hell, he hasn't even spoken to you in about a month. The last conversation you had with him barely even constituted as a proper conversation. 

---

“Hey, how’s tour going? I missed you a lot”

read.

“Have you eaten anything yet?”

read.

“Yeah”.

---

You felt your chest tighten at the thought of that last conversation you had with him yet you hesitantly unlocked your phone and sent a text to Jungkook, hoping he would at least have the decency to reply this time.

---

“We've been avoiding this for far too long. We need to talk, Jungkook”

“Fine. I'll see you at the park”.

“Okay”.

---

You looked at the skies outside and inadvertently matched your mood. 

Dark and gloomy. 

It was just a matter of minutes before the sky cried, mimicking your feelings at that exact moment. Nevertheless, you grabbed your coat and car keys and drove to the quiet park beside cafe where the both of you first met. The park was where you both confessed your true feelings for each other and consequently, shared your first kiss, the park where you comforted his trembling body, stricken with tears after his best friend from home, passed on.

 It was the same park in which Jungkook could always find you when you felt a sickening sadness or emptiness and he would always, always stay with you for hours on end, until you felt better. Even if that meant getting drenched in the pouring rain. From then onwards, the park became yours and Jungkook's 'place'. 

Little did you know, the place that held all the precious memories between you and him were now about to be tainted with one that will be engraved in you for years to come. A memory that will possibly hurt you for the rest of your life.

By the time you arrived, the wind had already picked up. You looked ahead to find Jungkook leaning against the large oak tree, his arms folded. You couldn't make out his expression. You then slowly started to walk towards him, and as if on instinct, he turned to face you. He looked somewhat solemn, but mostly he seemed agitated. 

"Welcome back”, you uttered, voice weak. He looked disheveled, but handsome as always. You've always admired his face, even though he couldn't find it in himself to believe you when you praised him of his handsome appearance.

 "Thanks, I-" his words somehow could not find themselves out of his throat. His voice was shaky and low. Not as it usually would be. He cleared his throat. 

"Listen, I know why you wanted to meet me today. Let's just get this ove-" His words were cut off by your abrupt interjection. 

"No, I don't want to get this 'over and done with'. I want to know why"

"Why, what?", he retorted, with a hint of annoyance in his tone.

"Why, it's come to this. I know this isn't you, Jungkook"

Jungkook straightened himself up and scoffed. 

"What makes you so sure this isn't me? You don't know me that well. Don't pretend to"

You stared at him, bewildered. Who was this man standing before you? He looked exactly like the man whom you loved but yet, it didn't feel like him at all.

"I'm done fighting with you. We've been at it for too long, it's drained the life out of me. Just, please let me have this as my closure." All of a sudden, Jungkook had an outburst. 

"Been at it for so long' ? So you're giving up, like always, huh? That's the kind of person you are, anyway".

You were utterly appalled. "Jungkook!" You fought back your tears which were threatening to fall.

"You know what, forget it. Let's just break up. I'm done having this pointless conversation with you". 

And as if on cue, as the tears started falling from your eyes, the tears in the sky started to fall as well. 

                                            -- end of part 01 --

[appreciatethefoolishness]

wake up

― pairing: jungkook x reader

― genre: fluff, smut, sub!jungkook (I’M SORRY MOM) 

― word count: 1.1k 

― summery: Your boyfriend doesn't want to wake up so you have to try and well your method is really effective...

don’t post/copy my work without my permission ©

"Come on, Jungkook, why won't you wake up?" you sighed, trying to shake him awake but he just tossed around in the bed. His naked back was turned to you, showing off his muscles and soft honey skin and the raven locks spread out over the white fabric. "You have to be in the studio in about an hour, get up!"

Still, with his eyes closed, he whined before burying his face in the pillow making you roll your eyes. You were just about to start telling him off when you felt fingers around your wrist and before you knew it he pulled you into the bed too. You shrieked in surprise.

"But I don't want to," he whispered and the pit in your stomach crumbled when hearing the deep of his sleepy voice.

His strong arms wrapped around you so good that if you weren't stressed about him being late, you would totally stay there. So you tried to free yourself, hitting his naked chest without any success, but his hold was too tight and you couldn't move.

"Jungkook, don't be like this!" You whined feeling so frustrated when his face came to rest in the crook of your neck. Your bodies were pressed against each other, chest against chest and his was warm from the thick duvet. "Why are you so annoying?"

You felt him smirk against your skin probably thinking he had won and you let out a sigh in irrigation before he moved closer and you felt something against your abdomen and you got an idea.

"Okay, if this doesn’t wake you up... I don't even know what I should do with you."

You threw a leg over him, starting grinding against his half erected dick and he stirred. His whole body froze when your clothed core met his before you sneaked a hand down starting to slowly stroke him.

"Y/N...," he warned, his doe eyes now opened and the sleepiness was gone.

Your fingers slipped inside of the boxers before tightening around his length making him harden even more. He felt soft but at the same time hard against your skin when you let your fingers go up and down many times. He wailed and started to follow your movements, Jungkook humped up in the air and his hands curled into fists.

"Ah, Y/N please don't stop!" He cried his hips jerking against your fist, the precum working as some type of lube making his cock slide in and out effortlessly. "Ohh, it f-feels s-so good."

"Hmm, I don't know, you were so sleepy before maybe I should just stop and let you sleep...," you teased losing the grip around him just to prove your point.

His dark eyes opened wide, the sweat gleamed against his golden skin and the veins in his neck popped. 

"No!" He exclaimed still panting, his chest moving up and down in a fast tempo, "I'm awake, I'm awake now I promise!"

You met his desperate eyes that were pleading for release and you smirked.

"Good boy," you cooed before pulling down his briefs to his knees. You changed position, sitting up on one of his legs and before he could react you leaned down taking his tip in your mouth.

He gasped, a hand flying to the back of your neck grasping your hair. You didn’t know if you were imagining stuff but you totally felt his hands tremble in your hair.

"Oh, my God," he breathed, you licked the slit tasting his seed on your tongue and your panties stuck uncomfortably against your wetness.

"You're doing so good Jungkook baby," you praised him and he moaned in response. "Will you be a good boy and cum in my mouth?"

You wrapped your lips around his cock again.

"Ahh, yes please let me!" He pleaded, his hard dick now half in your hot wet mouth. You sucked, were careful to hide your teeth behind your lips while cupping his balls with your other hand making him feel good.

His groans were like music to your eras and subconsciously you had started to grind on his leg to get some friction against your aching core.

"What are you, Jungkook?" You asked your lips leaving his cock to take a deep breath before you started to deep throat him for real. Something clicked in him and before you could do anything he pushed you further down his length making his already big dick feel thousands of times bigger in your mouth.

"I'm a good boy," he hissed and you had to fight the gag reflexes when you felt him back at your palate when he bucked up to meet your mouth. His strokes were hard and steady, making sure to hit the back at your throat and you hummed around him in appreciation.

"Ah," his eyebrows were furrowed in concentration and teeth biting down his lip, "fuck...," he grunted, his eyes hooded but focused on your face when his hard cock left your pretty mouth to then slide in and out of it again. "I love this, oh shit, how can you be this g-good?"

Your shirt stuck uncomfortably to your sweaty back but you paid no attention to it, your pussy rubbing up and down his muscular thigh. Even though you tried not, a especially hard jerk from his hips made you choke around him. The sound of you gagging around his thick cock did something to him and his thrusts started to get faster and sloppier.

"Oh, I'm c-close," he managed to say between moans, his bangs sticking to his sweaty forehead. "I...I don't think I can control myself-" his breathy voice became a shouting before he could finish his sentence. "Oh, no! I'm gonna cum!" His moves were so tough and hard but voice filled with panic. "I'm gonna cum! Y/N what should I do!? I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna-" he couldn't finish his sentence before a deep moan rose up from his throat and he was cumming, forcing his load down your throat making you swallow.

It was hard to keep moving your core against his leg at the same time swallowing all his cum but you in some way managed to do it. Some of it came on your cheek and slipped down your chin but most of the warm liquid came where it should and soon you followed, cumming on his leg shamelessly.

He pulled his, now, soften dick out of you before hugging you against his chest. You two laid that for a few minutes trying to catch each others breath and felt how hot the bed was under you.

"Are you awake now?" You asked teasingly, stroking his sweaty bangs out of his eyes, the black hair falling so perfectly against his forehead.

He laughed a little, still breathless.

"If this is my new alarm clock I will never wake up in time so you could do this to me every day."

"You wish!" You snorted hitting his chest, "any way you should really get ready now."

"Yeah," he mumbled kissing your temple, "come, let's eat breakfast."

[igotyouniverse]

[09:18pm]

She sighed deeply as she looked in the big mirror, critically observing herself. She bought this new dress earlier this week when Jungkook told her about the dinner with his parents. But it wasn’t just a normal dinner - this was the first time she‘d finally meet his parents.

The soft pastel-pink dress looked way prettier on the mannequin at the store. She fumbled on the small white belt around the waist, which was meant to highlight her curves but she thought she looked like a sack if potatoes. Plus, her skin looked way to pale and grey, not to mention her hair which looked like she just walked through a hurricane. She definitely couldn’t meet his parents looking like this, no, she just couldn’t.

An angry grunt escaped her mouth as she checked the time. She was already running late and felt like crying. Maybe she‘d call in sick and reschedule.

A mild knock on her bedroom door helped her out of the thoughts. “Honey? Are you alright? We’re kinda running late.” Jungkook stepped inside her room, his jaw dropping deeply as he stared at her in awe. “Is it that bad?” the girl started tearing up, completely misinterpreteing her boyfriends reaction.

“What? No! You look absolutely .. wow .. just .. breathtaking.” He whispered, entirely stunned by her appearance. “Really? I feel like a sack of potatoes .. and it’s such an important night.. I mean-“ she felt Jungkook placing his arms around her tightly, as he placed a soft kiss on her forehead and nose. He smiled at her, his cheeks blushing slightly. She felt her heart warming up as it always did when he gave her one of these soft smiles, which made her mind go blank and filling her body with a comforting warmth.

“You are the most beautiful and stunning women I know. You look so gorgeous, how am I supposed to keep my eyes off of you?” he put his forehead against hers as she felt her insecurities slowly fading away. “Please, never ever think that you’re not pretty or not enough. You are the women I love and my parents will love you, too.”

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short blurp i wrote in few mins for the love of my life @ithilinne 💗💖

[anon-luv]

A Little Too Late (Jungkook X Reader)[One Shot]

Jungkook X Reader

BestfriendAU! 

Genre: Romance, Angst, Fluff

PG13

Word Count: 5K+

Summary: Jungkook is proposing to his 2 year long girlfriend with the help of his best friend (y/n). What Jungkook doesn’t know is that you are head over heels for him. You are torn in half whether to confess or not before it is too late. Meanwhile, you decide you have to, of course, help him plan the perfect proposal.

This Chapter is Dedicated to : @bangpenguins, @bunnybubkook, @randombtsprincessa, @kitten-dont, @b-angst-tan, and @jikookbias28

Thank you all for being here with me. I have reached 1.6K followers, so this is a gift for you all as well. Sorry for the delay. Work got pretty hectic. I hope you all enjoy :D

Chapter Edited Mostly by @b-angst-tan : Thank you Doll

Fic Soundtrack: Say It First- Sam Smith & Leave Your Lover- Sam Smith

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“Would you marry me??” Jungkook asked with round eyes that shone as bright as the full moon on a clear starry night. His hair blew softly with the wind as if it had been planned to make him look even more handsome than he already was.

“No. Jungkook, you are doing it all wrong,” you replied, rolling your eyes to the back of your head.

Jungkook stood up from a kneeling position and dusted off both his knees as he let out an annoyed sigh, “How did I fuck it up this time??”

“First of all, Kook, you need to look a lot less like a deer caught in headlights and more like a knight in shining armor. Second, I am here on a voluntary basis; so I would appreciate a bit more gratitude. I am your best friend, not your little bitch you can boss around, so come on boy let’s step it up.”

“I am a man, not a boy,” Jungkook said as he knelt down one more time, pouting.

“Could’ve fooled me with that proposal and that sad excuse for a puppy face you have on. Now if you want her to say yes, chin up, smile, and make eye contact.”, you said as your heart accelerated once more. Jungkook’s habit of biting his lip whenever he was nervous or overthinking something, making it difficult to not focus on his tinted rosy lips and the freckle underneath them.

“(y/n) we have done this over a million times by now….am I at least getting better?? Our anniversary is tomorrow…. Everything has to be perfect by tomorrow… I am freaking out!” Jungkook said in a rush as his face paled.

“Calm down, maybe it’s coming out wrong because you are proposing to me and not her…… maybe everything will fall into place, and the words will flow out beautifully when you are kneeling in front of the one you love.” You replied as you looked anywhere but at Jungkook, refusing to make eye contact with him.

The still quiet that had taken over momentarily was broken by a barely audible “Maybe” coming from Jungkook’s lips.

You looked at your watch nonchalantly, “Come on Jungkook, let’s try it one last time before we head over to get the ring, it’s getting late.”

Jungkook nodded as he coughed nervously as he started, his voice barely above a whisper, “ I have loved you forever and a day and-” The alarm on your phone interrupted.

“Sorry time is up, come on. Let’s hurry up Mister!”, you said helping him up, “We will have to practice some time tomorrow before you meet up with her.”

Jungkook nodded and turned his back towards you as he headed back to his car. You followed closely behind dragging your feet with regret as you counted your steps. Your heart wanting to do nothing more than to grasp his hand that swung back and forth in front of you, while your throat ached with the need of screaming out words full of emotions that have been held back for years. Your brain though, your cowardly rationality was the problem, drawing up every possible scenario and making sure to highlight the ones where the outcome was sour.

“Jungkook” you heard yourself say with a trembling tone, Jungkook’s eyes traveled your way before your brain could catch up with your stubborn lips.

“Yes??” he questioned.

You shook your head, a nervous habit of yours that Jungkook had teased you about on several occasions.

“Let me guess… you forgot” he said giggling as he walked his way to where you stood frozen in place, the sound of his sweet laughter melting your insides, “I’m no doctor babe, but I do believe you might have an early onset of Alzheimer's or something”

You blushed at the pet name as you quickly covered your face completely mortified at how much of an idiot you always made yourself look in front of him, “Shush Jungkook, let’s just go already,” you said muffled by your hands.

Jungkook now stood in front of you with a wide grin, “Aww I made you blush, come on crazy let’s go before they close.” He reached for the hands that still covered your face, and as if he could read your mind, he interlaced his hand with one of yours as he pulled you forwards lightly. The blush on your cheeks only deepened. You could only pray he wouldn’t turn around, for you were more than sure your cherry red face had your feelings clearly written all over it, and once again the cowardly voice in your head was screaming for you to go run and hide.

The ride to the shop was rather quiet, a first for the both of you, as the usual singing voices were on mute. The song on the radio was slow and filled with sorrow, which only added to your internal turmoil.

The shop was fancier than you had expected. Jungkook was not very wise when it came to relationships, and to be quite frank you had expected a more bizarre scenario where he had just bought the ring off of a video game store or something equally as geeky.

“Nice, huh,” he said as he smiled proudly at himself as the lady behind the counter went to the backroom to retrieve the ring.

“Very nice, I feel like a peasant standing here in these raggedy clothes and, let’s not mention how I look like poop.” you retorted, as you playfully bumped your hip against him.

“Don’t be silly, you are more like a princess in disguise trying to blend in with us mere commoners,” Jungkook replied as he did a small bow. You giggled at his silliness.

“Sir, here is your order.” the attendant said as she opened the small black box she had in her hand.

Inside was a beautiful rose gold ring with a princess cut diamond adorning the center. It was simple and absolutely breathtaking, “Wow.” you sighed catching Jungkook’s attention.

“You like it??” he asked with a cheeky grin.

“It is absolutely gorgeous Kook, you did a good job there buddy!” you replied patting his back. Your voice coated with fake happiness for your best friend.

“Would you like to try it on??” the lady asked smiling widely, clearly misunderstanding your presence in the room.

Your mouth dropped open like a gaping fish as you tried forming coherent words.

“She would love to,” Jungkook spoke for you as he quickly grabbed your hand with both of his. You stared at him wide-eyed as he took the initiative to grab the ring off of the box and placed it on your finger. It fit perfectly. You expanded your fingers to admire it with a tiny smile on your lips.

Jungkook held your hand once again and then raised it towards his face, completely unaware of how erratically your heart was beating. The butterflies you had been trying to contain form fluttering all over your stomach were no longer following your instructions. Taking a deep breath, a warmth started spreading from the tip of your nose all the way to your feet. His lips were so close to yours, now burning skin as his breath caressed your skin tauntingly. Then he backed up slightly, which only taunted you more, as you had stupidly expected him to close the space between you two.

He eyed the ring that laid on your finger closely, “Yeah your finger is about her size….I think… when I got asked the ring size I could only remember yours,” he said laughing, “We have been friends for way too long. I can probably pinpoint blindly where the 3 freckles on your hand are without a problem.” He said as he slowly let go of your hand. He scratched the back of his head as he let out a nervous giggle, “I have no idea what I am going to do if the ring doesn’t fit and I awkwardly have to push it on.” You secretly hoped it wouldn’t fit her.

“You can always resize it.” You said glad that he had changed the direction the conversation was going. Your overall relationship with Jungkook was about to change even more than it already had, and you were not sure if you were emotionally prepared to let go. The strength you had been trying to gather to erase the idea off of your fantasies of being with him as more than just a friend had dissipated into nothingness when you saw him in front of you in one knee. You had been helping him prepare for the big question all day, and it was easy to imagine it as a real scenario when in reality you were practically a dummy to practice with.

“Earth to (y/n), are you ready to go??” he asked as he waved both his hands in front of your face repeatedly.

You shook yourself off of unreachable illusions as you were brought back to the shitty reality that was your life.

Jungkook stretched out his hand for you to take, just like he always had. For him, it meant nothing but a silly friendship gesture, but to you, it meant being in a temporary moment of bliss where you were happy, ecstatic, giddy, and like you had found your missing puzzle piece. Any sane person would avoid the chance to ache with emptiness once the moment was done and over with, but even then your masochistic ass interlaced your hand with his causing a silly little girl smile on your face to bloom on your face which was reciprocated by his bunny one as you hand in hand left the store skipping off like hyper little kids in a summer day with no care in the world…..Just like the old days.

She had come into his life like a tornado, on a weekend you had flown out to visit your family back in your hometown. When you had gotten back to your shared apartment you had encountered her in the kitchen wearing a black Deadpool shirt of his….one that you had bought for him at a comic convention a year before. The stabbing pain you had felt as you saw him hug her from behind, looking entirely smitten by her, made your insides cramp up which had you holding onto your stomach grimacing unconsciously. He had naively confused as your “lady days” as he retired back to his room with a giggling girl skipping behind him.

Temporary, you had told yourself every day for the first month, but you were sadly mistaken.

He liked her a lot. He had talked about her continuously for a week before they became official. He moved in with her six months after. Hell had looked like a vacation paradise at that moment, but after a few months, your heart had become calloused and masochistic, seeking the same closeness you had before, even if it included a plus one most of the time.

“Let’s walk to your apartment, I am too lazy to drive and I don’t trust you driving my car,” Jungkook said as he pulled you forward and away from his brand new Camaro.

“But Kook, it’s so far….let’s just Uber” you whined, pulling out your phone.

Jungkook swiped the phone from your hands, “Don’t be silly, it’s only three streets away, plus who knows when we will be able to have some alone time after tomorrow, you know how clingy Mina can be and it is bound to get worse with the whole wedding arrangements and stuff….if she says yes”

You looked down sadly, “True..and Kook doesn’t say if..say when.. She loves you as much as you love her, she will not say no.”

“You think so??” he asked smiling widely.

Your heart broke, “I know so, now let’s go before I freeze to death, it’s starting to get chilly out here.”

The lights of the city illuminated your path beautifully as the crowd of pedestrians walked by you unaware that you felt as if you were walking on clouds as Jungkook held your hand tightly as he rambled on and on about the new Avengers movie you both had seen earlier.

“It was amazing...there has to be another one right??” he asked as he paused in the middle of the sidewalk. You could already see your apartment complex from where you both stood.

You nodded at him happily, “We definitely have to go see the next one.”

A nice quaint little outside restaurant lit up the spot you both were standing on perfectly, a glim of unsureness shown in Jungkook’s eyes leaving you puzzled. You tilted your head as Jungkook coughed nervously looking around him as if he was looking for someone. You followed suit confused. Jungkook’s cold hands grasped your chin in place tilting it so you were staring right into his eyes.

“Smile beautiful,” he whispered as he kneeled on one knee catching you by surprise.

Fantasies. You had many of those. Dreams. That is the only thing that kept you sane all these years as you held on with a tight grip on the friendship between you and Jungkook. Your crush had started long ago, and your fear of losing him to a silly infatuation had you caving into the wildest of illusions that you could only encounter in Dreamland. Jungkook was luckily oblivious to anything having to do with girls. He was blind to all your blushing, stuttering, and breath holding every time he got too close.

The saddest thing about fantasies is that after a while the line between them and reality blurs, and when the most diminutive of opportunities arises, your rational impulses dissipate into nothingness. The illusions become a bogus reality as you succumb to it with arms wide open.

The temporary high of the moment fooling you to embrace the moment as if it was truly meant for you.

Your eyes opened wide with shock and tears evident; Jungkook probably completely oblivious at the onset of reaction on your behalf….at least that is what you thought.

“(Y/N),” he said with a small smirk painted on his face. That sneaky little A-hole giggled as you looked at him and then at your surroundings, where a small crowd of people had stopped on their tracks to witness this “special moment”. The people seated at the restaurant along with the waitress were staring your way with small smiles on their faces. You were distracted once again from the man kneeling in front of you as you took everything in and gulped nervously, stage fright settling in on the pit of your stomach.

“(Y/N)” he repeated now holding your trembling hand in his. Your eyes met his, and then as if by act of magic your surroundings blurred and all that existed in the perfect universe your conscience had created were Jungkook and yourself.

“Yes”, you replied, your voice barely above a whisper as a tear escaped down your cheek.

“I know this is not perfect. In all honesty nothing about our relationship is perfect. We argue about the stupidest things, nothing we plan comes out the way we want it to, nor you or I can cook so we would probably starve and burn the house down since we are equally as clumsy… but I don’t care. I have never been so sure about something in my life as I am about us. I want US. I want US forever, no matter what crazy adventures and dilemmas come our way… which let’s be honest, us being us….. and with our luck….. We are going to make those tv dramas look boring. I love you. I love everything about you...from the way your hair looks all frizzy like you just got electrocuted in the mornings to the way you cuss at the TV whenever your favorite character in a movie fucks up as if he/she could hear you. I love your weird, silly, stubborn ass with all my heart. You make my heart beat fast everytime you call out my name, my smile automatically appears in my face when I see your name on my Caller ID even when I am having a shitty day, I feel my skin burn whenever you touch me, even if it is just an accidental caress. Goosebumps appear on my skin just by thinking of your lips against mine. You have made me into a silly, lovesick puppy ….and I want to be your silly, lovesick puppy for life. (Y/N), we might be young, but I am more than ready if you are. Will you be my one and only?? Would you adopt this silly, lovesick puppy as a husband??? (Y/N) would you make me the happiest weirdo alive and marry me??”

Tears. Claps. More Tears. A moment of complete insanity. Yes. A ring on your finger and the crowd cheering loudly, “KISS HER!!!”

The ring once again was placed perfectly on your finger as it shined brightly against the bright lights.

Jungkook stood up quickly and gathered you in his arms tightly. His lips dangerously close to your ear as his hot breath blew against your neck sending chills down your spine. You could see the light of flashes around you.

“(Y/N), I am so sorry about this…..” Jungkook whispered. The illusion was now broken, “Do you think we can get away without a kiss??” He asked as the crowd grew louder and louder, “Fuck this is going to end up on the internet….isn’t it??”

You swallowed back a sad hiccup as more tears traveled down your face, but instead of them being happy they now were coated with heartbroken melancholy, “Probably”

“I am so sorry about this.” He said quickly as he pulled you away from him.

“About wha..?” you started only to be cut off by sweet chapped lips…..which were more teeth than plush, but nonetheless were perfectly molded to fit against yours. The crowd grew louder as ‘awws” erupted simultaneously. Once again you let yourself be taken by an undertow of emotions you knew deep in your heart were a lost cause. You tippy-toed to deepen the kiss as your fingers played with the tips of the hair by his neck. Fireworks were nothing in comparison to the explosion of happiness that were burning your insides pleasantly. The seconds felt eternal to you as all the memories that you had treasured with Jungkook flashed as if they were a movie only to end at this moment. A happy ending, but sadly….this was not a movie. The moment fell into sharp pieces that cut you apart as you separate slowly from each other. Jungkook’s eyes glistened with unshed tears and confusion was painted against his facial features. Your breathing was rapid and synchronized perfectly with his. He grasped your hand once again quietly as he smiled shyly at the few surrounding people that were left. Once again everyone was back on their set paths apart from the both of you.

“I think we should go,” Jungkook said monotonously.

You nodded as you once again, hand in hand, made way to your lonely apartment.

Once again silence had accompanied the both of you as the tense aura followed like a shadow. You had both done a huge mistake, you shouldn’t have gone along with it, but pretending had felt nice.

You looked up at the gray walls of your building, “Well, here we are… Thank you for walking me home Jungkook.”

“No problem,” he said awkwardly as he looked down at your shoes. You gave him a small, bitter smile as you turned your back to the man you love. What ifs no longer had significance, it was a little too late...and you both knew it.

You felt a hand on yours as you were about to open the door to your apartment, “(Y/N)”. You turned around, a hopeful smile had etched itself in your face. Hope...it was a silly ….. You knew it, but then again you had never been very smart when it came to Jeon Jungkook.

“The ring.” He quickly dropped your hand, as if it had burned him.

“Oh yeah.” You felt the sadness pour out of you uncontrollably. Your hands trembled as you choked back tears. You slid off the beautiful ring from your hand and into his.

He nodded, “Okay ...well, see you tomorrow.” 

“Yeah...see you tomorrow,” you said turning around practically running back into the safety bubble that was now your dull and empty apartment.

Sleep had come easily after the 2 hours you had spent crying and pitying yourself, but the headache that had your head pounding right now filled you with dread, not wanting to get up from your cozy, safe, and warm bed. The sound of your phone vibrating had finally and fully woke you up. Your dry throat ached as you answered without looking at the Caller ID, “Hello?” you croaked out.

“Good Morning Sunshine” Jungkook’s chirpy voice responded back, without a single tinge of awkwardness from the previous night.

You cleared your throat as you took a gulp from the glass of water in your nightstand, “Good morning Jungkook, what’s up??” you asked forcing yourself to sound as casual as possible.

Jungkook giggled on the other side, “Wow, you sound like you just swallowed a frog. I am assuming you just woke your lazy ass up. You promised you would go clothes shopping with me today, you know, for tonight.”

You could hear him practically pouting into the phone, even if you couldn’t see him, “Sorry, I forgot...I have like the worst headache ever.”

“But you have never broken a promise, like ever…,” he said in a small voice.

You looked up at your closet as you sighed completely exhausted, “Fine, I will get ready...and…”

“No (Y/N) rest, I will go get something quick, and once I am done, I’ll call you so you can get ready and head out with me to the park. You have to be there. I need you there when I propose...if not, I am going to screw the fuck up and….  I can’t fuck up today.”

You gulped as your dry eyes sought out moisture to once again cascade tears down your face, “Sure.” you said as your voice once again sounded hoarse.

Jungkook chuckled, misinterpreting the raspiness of your voice, “Oh and buy yourself some cough drops sweety. you sound like a young man going through puberty”

He hung up before you could muster a smart ass reply.

Once again you buried yourself into the covers as you prayed for the world to swallow you up whole so the ache in your heart would cease to exist.

The sun was a few minutes from disappearing when Jungkook and you arrived at the park. There were small lights illuminating the path towards a garden where he was going to meet up with Mina.

“Okay so here goes nothing.” He said as he cracked his neck nervously.

You scrunched up your face in disgust, “Don’t do that Kook! It’s horrible and probably not healthy.”

Jungkook ignored you as he jogged in place as if he was about to compete in a marathon.

“Calm down, you’re going to make yourself sweat.” You placed both of your hands on his shoulders keeping him in place.

“I am just freaking out, what if she says no?!” he said looking straight into your eyes.

You rolled your eyes back playfully to break eye contact before you fell back into his spell, “Kookie, she will say yes. Any girl you ask would probably say yes Jungkook. Everyone loves the shit out of you. You are strong, smart, charismatic, and handsome as fuck. You’ve got this. She loves you. Hell everyone in high school had a huge crush on you...even I did.” You said over blabbing unconsciously. You closed your mouth quickly before you could disclose any other stupid secrets of yours.

“You liked me??” He asked, now completely serious without a sign of nervousness.

You shook your head trying to ignore your fast-beating heart, “That doesn’t matter Jungkook, what matters right now is the love of your life is going to say yes and you are going to live happily ever after. Now I am going to go hide in that bush behind the bench so I can intervene with hand mimes or something if you get stuck. You got this!” You said running to your hiding spot before he asked anything else.

Mina was beautiful. She was tall with long legs and the face of a Disney princess. She had Jungkook wrapped around her fingers, but that didn’t change the fact that five minutes later when Jungkook had finally kneeled down in one knee, it hurt. Your feelings were mixed with sadness, anger, and a feeling of loss even if you never had him to begin with. You could feel yourself breaking as he smiled up at her.

“Mina…..there is a lot of things I need to say,” he started off as she squealed excitedly, with a wide smile on her face.

Jungkook swallowed hard as he looked up at her and then lowered his eyes towards the bush where you were hiding poorly in. His big almond shaped eyes landed on yours, effectively taking your breath away.

“There is a very important person in my life, a person who knows me better than I know myself. Someone who has made me laugh, even when I feel like the world is crumbling down around me. Someone who I trust to hold my hand and walks besides me when I feel lost. Someone who I feel I was born to love with everything I am and will be from this point on forward. She is better, smarter, sweeter, and more passionate than I will ever be. She deserves the world and more than I could ever give.” he said now looking straight into her eyes, “She pushes me forward when I am falling behind, and she makes sure to cheer me on even when I lose…...and I want to give her the moon and the stars…… I want to lay down next to her and sing her to sleep. I want to cuddle her and have her hide her face on my shoulder when a movie gets too scary. I want to protect her from everything and anything that might hurt her. I want to wake up to her and her raspy voice.” Jungkook eyes traveled back to yours, as they welled up with tears, your heart beating erratically as the black box that had been hidden in his pocket was taken out, “and that is why I can’t do this. I am sorry.” he said standing up and tossing the box into a nearby pond, “I am sorry Mina…. I can’t do this anymore”

You were so confused as you saw your best friend smiling at what should’ve been his fiance, no sign of regret or sadness on his face as he practically let his relationship go down the drain in a matter of minutes.

Mina looked down as she smiled sadly, “I saw it coming…. I was in denial….but you have my blessing. I hope you both live happy lives….. Don’t get me wrong… I am bitter as fuck, but I will not waste your time or mine when I could be seeking out my own prince charming who will love me and only me. I am selfish, what can I say. Now… go get her tiger.” She said as she wiped away tears from her eyes.

Jungkook smiled widely as he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. She walked away, not looking back as Jungkook pulled your body from the bush where you had previously been squatting in a frozen shocked position.

“What the fu..” you started before you were cut off once again by Jungkook’s lips.

You responded quickly no longer holding back as your emotions poured out your lips and onto his. The kiss was messy with a few bumps against each other’s teeth, but nonetheless perfect.

At that moment, technicalities didn’t matter for you and Jungkook had all the time in the world to learn how to kiss each other without knocking a tooth out.

Jungkook backed away slowly as your lips followed his seeking more. Jungkook giggled softly as he placed a warm finger against your swollen lips tapping them playfully.

“(Y/N), I hope I am not a little too late for this, but would you be willing to give us a try?”

You smiled back at him as a tinge of pink decorated your cheeks, “I thought you would never ask.” You said as you jumped on him and placed your lips on his once again. Jungkook caught you with ease as he twirled you around slowly in his arms.

Your heart no longer ached as your fantasies had become reality in Jungkook’s arms, and reality was turning out to be a lot better than your dreams.

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Dive| Part 9| jjk

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Pairings: Jungkook x y/n, Yoongi x oc

Word Count: 4.5k

Series Description:  Camping with your ex, sounds horrible right? The camping trip was   planned and payed for long before y/n’s shitty boyfriend broke up with   her. Her best friend Abby, Yoongi, Taehyung, Jimin, and Jungkook are there to make sure she has an amazing time. However, sharing a tent with  a smoke show like Jungkook is bound to lead to some complications.

Warnings: language, drinking, mentions of sex, hardcore flirting,  maybe Jungkook didnt change afterall?, 

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You wake up on Saturday morning, in potentially the best mood you’ve ever been in. A ‘good morning beautiful’ text from Jungkook definitely helped set things off on the right foot. You reply back when he instantly asks if he can Face Time, so you get up and get dressed.

When the calls connect, your breathe hitches; fuck he was so attractive. You lean in giving him a cheesy smile, scrunching your nose and telling him good morning properly. Pretending not to be phased when he rolls onto his back keeping the phone above him. You totally weren’t thinking about riding him this early, nope.

“You look pretty,” He says with a playful smile. You pause coming back over to the camera, resting your forearms on the counter.

“You’re one to talk, do you just wake up looking like that?” You tease, giggling when he tries to contain his blush. Pushing his long, tattooed fingers through his recently washed hair.

“So… where do you want to get dinner tomorrow?” He changes the subject.

“Mmm I don’t care, you can pick.” You reach into your fridge pulling fruits out so you can make a smoothie.

“Well, what’s your favorite food?”

You grin at him, you were in a teasing mood, “I told you… remember?” your face drops a little.

He instantly sits up in the bed, his brows knitting together, “You did?” he asks quietly, “Uhm, let me think.” He pulls his thumb up to his mouth and he starts to nibble at his fingernail.

“You don’t remember Kookie?” You tease again, this time pouting a bit to really sell it.

“No… I-I I remember, it’s uhm Pizza? Or Pasta?” he pulls his lip in looking at you, clearly still trying to scan his brain for a memory that you knew didn’t exist. Pausing, you come close to the camera smiling wide.

“You know, I’m actually pretty impressed. I was fucking with you. I’ve never told you my favorite food, but you guessed right somehow,” You squint, giggling when he throws his head back onto his pillow at your confession.

“You’re so mean! I really felt like an asshole! All I could remember was on the float trip, you were so drunk and you wouldn’t stop talking about Pizza,” You both start laughing at the faint memory that seemed like it was so long ago.

“Ahh so drunk me told you, that bitch,” You shake your head earning a laugh from him.

“Yeah well drunk me likes to tell secrets too, so it’s all good,” You nod your head thinking of his own drunken confession and how thankful you were for it.

“What other secrets did drunk me tell you?” you ask throwing all of your ingredients into the blender.

He  looks up thinking about his answer when a smug smile starts to pull at his lips, “I mean besides when you told me that I was the sexiest person you had ever laid your eyes on and you wanted to try every sex position known to existance with me?”

You choke on air, eyes wide as you turn to look at him through the phone screen, “I said what now?”

“That I was the sexi-“He starts to repeat himself, but you don’t need to hear it again.

“Yeah, no I got it. Uhm, when did I… when did I say that?” you stutter, trying to seem nonchalant. It definitely sounds like something you would think, but why the fuck would you say that… to him! You hold your finger up, telling him to pause. Turning the blender on he watches you patiently for about a minute. You’re eyes nervously flicking to his, hoping to recall at least a piece of this memory. Once you’re done, you pour your smoothie into a cup. You take a sip as you walk over to the phone, leaning down to hear him.

“You don’t remember? Come on babe, not even a little bit?” He cocks his head, his sinister grin making you think that maybe it wasn’t so farfetched.

“No, I kind of remember… we’re we in the tent?” you lie, you had no idea. Maybe if he thought you remembered a little bit; he might ease up. Was it better if you were completely black out and didn’t remember, or you were only a little drunk and the memory is fuzzy? Either way, your cheeks were burning red.

“Nope, not in the tent,” He giggles readjusting the phone and you see his toned chest for just a split second. Again… maybe drunk you was onto something.

You tilt your head, closing your eyes tight trying to remember any moment where you would have been bold enough to say such a thing. Suddenly his laughing brings you from your thoughts, “What’s so funny?”

“Well, I was lying but is that something you feel like you would say, y/n?” His head tilts and you realize he just pulled a you on you. “Because, I have a Karma Sutra book and we can do a few pages a day… it might take some time but i-“ He rambles on sarcastically.

“You are such an ass,” You bury your face in your hands. How didn’t you catch on sooner? Probably because you had that thought but a more R rated version of it every time you made eye contact with the fucker. Of course, it was something you would say.

“So Pizza and Karma Sutra? Is that our date,” you quip raising your brows. His face hardens, his eyes locking on yours, you can tell he’s attempting to read you. Was this a part of the joke or were you serious?

“I’m joking,” You giggle, getting closer to the camera before whispering, “or am I?”

He tilts his head and runs his tongue along the inside of his bottom lip, “How’s your smoothie?” His voice is quiet. You smile, giggling a bit because he took the easy way out. You admired him for that. Obviously, you wanted to finally have sex with Jungkook. Clearly the sexual attraction was there. You gave him the perfect opportunity to talk about sex, and he deflected.

“It’s really yummy,” you smile sweetly, the both of you just enjoying each other, “Ill have to make one for you.”

He lets out a big sigh, and the smile that takes over his face reach up to his eyes, “Do you remember me telling you about how I wanted to uhm…” He rubs the back of his neck nervously, “just be home with you? Like do normal day to day things with you?”

You smile nodding your head softly, how could you forget.

“Well I meant it then, but… I really mean it now. I wish I was there to drink smoothies with you, and just talk about our day. Maybe lay on the couch and watch a movie with you, until we’re both starving.”

Your heart feels like it could beat out of your chest. You’d be lying if your head didn’t interfere a little, warning you of the last time he made you feel this way with these promises. You take a deep breath looking away from the screen.

“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” He says softly and you quickly shake your head. That last thing you wanted was for him to think that he should second guess telling you anything like that.

“No, I-uhm, I still feel the same way about that. I liked the idea then, and I like it now,” You tell him.

“Im glad,” he smiles again before clearing his throat, clearly letting the moment make him softer than he was used to being, “So you’ve got your work thing and I’ve got my family thing, then tomorrow we can get dinner and uhm… talk.” He mumbles and you nod your head, laughing to yourself at how flustered he seemed to be.

“Okay then I’ll text you, bye beautiful.”

“Bye Kookie.”

As your finger hits the red button, you wait for second to make sure he’s gone before collapsing onto your kitchen floor. Your stomach filled with an army of butterflies, and your chest thumping so hard you could feel it in your ears. You wished you could skip today and fast forward to tomorrow, eager to finally be able to call him yours.

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The day flew by and before you knew it you were in the Uber on your way to meet up with your co-workers. It was Johnny’s birthday, and he all but begged you to be there. You’d be a bold face liar if you said that the men you worked with weren’t attractive. All of them were breaking the scale of attractiveness. However, you never once thought about them in the way that Jungkook was worried about. To be completely honest, it was hard for you to think about anyone the way you thought about Jungkook. Even when you hated him, you still thought the world of him.

You thank your Uber Driver, flattening your peplum skirt down when you get out of the car. Texting Namjoon to announce you arrive. He meets you outside instantly enveloping you in a hug, taking your hand and leading you to the table where the rest of your co-workers are.

“y/n! I was wondering if you would make it!” Johnny yells, standing up to hug you. His tall frame hovering above yours.

You chuckle, “How could I miss it? You told me if I didn’t come you would stop getting my coffee every morning!” you quip, he shushes you by handing you one of the readily available shots on the table. Tequila. Wonderful.

After a few more shots of the harsh white liquid, you’re standing at a table with Namjoon. He’s checking his phone because he can’t seem to stop working. You pull out your phone, thumb hovering above his name and the cute monkey emoji that accompanied it. You decide to send him a simple, Hey you. He told you he had to do a favor for his Aunt. After your call in the morning you texted a bit and he told you to call him when you left the bar. It was only an hour in and you wanted to leave already. Scratch that, you wanted to talk to him already.

“You seem to be in a good mood,” Namjoon’s calm voice snaps you from your reverie.

Smiling down at the name on your screen, “I am actually,” you giggle because you were. You were so excited and happy for the next step in your life, “You know that guy I was talking to you about?”

Is brows raise and he lets out a huff, “You mean the only guy you talk about, Jungkook, right? Yes, y/n, we all know about Jungkook.” He giggles and you playfully smack his arm. Okay maybe you were talking about him a little too much.

“Yes him, well we’re going to dinner tomorrow and I think I’m ready to ask him out.” You bite your bottom lip hard, just thinking about it.

“I think that’s probably a good idea,” He laughs, bringing his beer to his lips.

“I think so too. I just wish all of the doubt was gone, ya know?” you take a drink from your drink, “Like, a tiny part of my brain just keeps reminding me of how much he hurt me.”

“But he explained all of that right?” Namjoon asks, you nod sucking your drink down anxiously, “Well I think that speaks volumes. If he meant it, and he actually feels sorry, AND he explained why he reacted that way… I’m pretty sure he cares about you as much as you care about him.”

You slowly drag your eyes to meet Namjoon’s, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. He widens his eyes as he cocks his head, as if to silently say, ‘I know, I’m a genius’. You couldn’t argue, because he was right. If Jungkook truly didn’t care about you or your feelings, he wouldn’t explained himself at all. You inhale deeply, looking at your phone for the umpteenth time. Maybe he was still busy with helping his aunt, you think.

Before you can start overthinking, a very intoxicated Johnny finds you and Namjoon. Three more tequila shots, and your head is spinning now. You’re drunk but at this point you can manage to get an Uber. You tell Namjoon you’re leaving, and you beg him not to tell Johnny. You watched how he guilt tripped another of your co-workers when she was attempting to leave early, and you don’t think you have it in you to tell him no. He seemed like beast on the outside, but he had those puppy dog eyes on lock down. Namjoon hugs you and tells you to let him know when you’ve gotten home safely.

After your Uber is confirmed you walk outside to the busy street to wait for it. The strip of bars was insanely crowded, so you sit along the window frame of the bar you had just left. Looking at your phone once again, it was almost 1 am. Your hazy thoughts wondered if he forgot about you. What would he still be doing for his aunt this late? You get a notification telling you that your uber was about to arrive, so you stand up and walk to the edge of the side walk. As you search for the white Chevy Cruze your gaze is pulled to the group of people piling out of the bar to your left.

You roll your eyes at how obnoxious they were. Loud and clearly piss drunk. Suddenly the crowd spreads apart, and what you see must be a mirage. Her dress was clinging to her body and she was clinging to him. Him. His arm was around her waist as he walks with her to a car. Her drunken form wobbling along the cobblestone. He laughed at something she said, and it made feel like you were dying inside. She says something in response, but he only seems to be concerned with getting her home. He slides in after her, and you watch his familiar tattoos disappear as the car door closes.

Your Uber honks obnoxiously, making you jump. Inhaling for the first time in what felt like a lifetime. You get into the Uber, and you almost want him to take you the hospital. That cant be right, you think to yourself over and over again. So many questions running through your mind and you can’t find an answer for any of them. All of your questions reminding you of the reason you stopped talking to him to begin with. Reminding you of the fact that you really didn’t know who he was. It felt like your chest was on fire, burning your lungs from the inside out. You don’t know when the tears started to fall, but now they weren’t stopping. You sit back and you think. Your brain and the 8 shots of tequila having very different opinions on how to handle this situation. Fuck it, you think to yourself, tequila wins this time.

“Excuse me sir,” You sniffle, attempting to mask the heartbreak, “Could I change my destination please?”

His eyes flick to your red, wet ones through the review mirror and he listens closely as you tell him the new address. Once he changes his route, you melt into your seat. Wishing it would swallow you whole so you wouldn’t have to deal with any of this. As fucked up as all of this was, and as much as you wanted to disappear; more than anything you wanted a fucking answer. Why would anyone toy with someone this much? It wasn’t a fucking game and he deserved to know that. The Uber slows to a stop and you thank him repeatedly, and he asks you again if you’re sure you were okay.

The Uber drives away, and you stop, staring up at the tall building. The last time you were here, Jungkook was the drunk one. His arm slung over your shoulder, much like the image that scorched itself into your brain of him and mystery girl. The tears are back, you decide that they have a mind of their own, because right now you can not be sad. Sure it feels like your heart was ripped out of your chest, but you can be broken later. Right now, you have to be the girl that stands up for herself, the girl that knows she doesn’t deserve to be treated like an old plaything that you love one day and throw out the next. You deserve better, and you hate yourself for giving into his deception.

It feels like a video game as you walk the familiar path. Your hand tingles when you picture his hand pulling you up the stairs. When you finally get to his door, you stand there for what seems like a decade. Your fingernails digging into your sweaty palms, trying to build an ounce of courage so you can knock. You start to over think it all, as you start to walk away you hear a high pitched giggle and then a very aggressive ‘shush’. Then before you can overthink it any more your knuckles are knocking aggressively.

The door opens quickly, “Im sorry! We will be quiet I prom-“ His eyes meet yours turning pale in an instant, “y/n, wh-what are you doing here.” His voice is shaky.

You bite your lip hard to keep from crying on the spot, without saying a word you push past him and into his apartment.

He closes the door and turns to see you running your finger along mystery girls’ purse and coat, His eyes widen when he realizes why you’re here.

“Baby, No! I swear that is not what it looks like! She is-“ He rushes to you taking your hands in his and you fling them away from you pushing him back.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” You scream and his face drops, “I don’t care who she is! I don’t want to know anything! I really thought you cared about me Jungkook! I thought that you were different, even after all of those horrible things you said to Ben. I believed that. Turns out you were worse than him! At least Ben never fucking lied to me! He might have been a piece of shit but he didn’t lie to me! You don’t want to come home to me! You don’t want to be with me! This is all just some fucking game to you! Well guess what, I fucking quit. I don’t want to play anymore.” The tears on your face are constant now. Your knees tremble as you watch him reach out for you, pushing him away again.

“Kook,” a small voice yells out, “what is going on?” Mystery girl asks as she comes into view. She was probably waiting for him in his bed, your fist curls at the thought.

“Oh is this y/n?” She slurs, clearly still way too drunk, “Oh gosh she’s so pretty, why are you crying?” she tilts her head as he ushers her back to the hallway, whispering something to help her understand.

You exhale a shaky breath, why did she know your name? You swallow hard, wondering why something felt wrong. When he appears again, his face is hard.

“She’s my cousin…” He explains and suddenly the wind is knocked out of you.

“I should have told you what was going on but, I honestly didn’t know I would be doing all of this. It’s her birthday and she wanted to go out, so my aunt asked me if I would show her a few places. Her friends got way too fucked up, and she got way too fucked up. She started throwing up, so I brought her back here because I didn’t want to leave her like that…” He runs his hand through his hair stopping when he gets to his neck.

“I’m… I’m so sorry…” You blink at him, “I just saw you with her leaving the bar, and you weren’t responding to my text… and I don’t know..” you start to ramble, wishing that you could take it all back.

In one stride his hands find your waist, pulling you close to his chest. He reaches up to your tear stained face and delicately pushes your hair from your face.

“I’m not mad at you. It looked bad. I get it, I know that I still have to work on your trust,” His voice is soft as his forehead rest against yours.

You look up locking your glassy eyes with apologetic ones, “I’m sorry for screaming at you,” is all you can manage to say. Your head stopping you from spewing all of the thing your heart (and tequila) want you to say.

You feel his chest when he laughs to himself, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“You can scream at me, I don’t mind,” He chuckles reaching up to wipe another tear away, “But I really hate seeing you cry. I never want to be reason for your tears.” His eyes start to mirror yours, before he cries too you wrap your arms around his neck pulling him down to you so you can press your lips to his.

His hands meet behind your neck pulling you closer. The longer the kiss goes on, the more you don’t want to stop. His tongue presses against your bottom lip before you allow it to meet your own. You suck his bottom lip into your mouth before pulling away.

“Are you drunk baby?” He asks quietly pressing his swollen lips to your temple.

“I drank a lot of tequila,” you answer methodically, only causing him to chuckle.

“Well you should stay here, with me. My aunt is picking her up in the morning, but we can cuddle on the couch, is that okay?”

You smile and nod knowing he wishes the circumstances were different. What he doesn’t know is that even if you had to sleep inside the bathtub, you would stay because you wanted to be with him.

“Ill go get you some clothes,” He smiles and kisses your lips fervently once more before he disappears.

You put your things down and you quickly text Namjoon to tell him you’re home safe. Smiling as your fingers type the words because ‘home’ was starting to have an entirely new meaning to you. Jungkook returns with a pair of grey sweatpants and baggy t-shirt, handing them to you as he looks you up and down.

He sighs, “You look like an absolute Goddess in that outfit but I have to be honest,” He grins, pulling you close to his chest again, “I’ve been dying to see you in my clothes again.”

You giggle as his hands travel down the length of your skirt, stopping at the hem. His fingertips brush along your thigh, before traveling up slowly. You reach out grabbing a fist full of his t-shirt to pull him impossibly closer to you. When your lips connect with his jawbone, he lets out a sharp exhale. His hands ball up and he places them back onto your hips, making you slow your attack on his neck.

“What’s wrong?” you ask with a dramatic pout, pushing yourself back so you can look up at him.

“Nothing baby, its just that you’ve drank a lot,” a soft smile forms on his lips as he leans in to kiss your forehead once more, “Now go change so we can cuddle, yeah?”

You nod instead of protesting, walking to the bathroom to change into his clothes. His baggy sweatpants hang off of your hips and you know they look so much better on him. You fold your clothes up and place them on top of your purse when you walk out. His eyes are on you as you walk over to his seat on the couch, his eyes seemingly satisfied.

“Yeah… I don’t think I’ll ever get used to seeing you in my clothes,” He mumbles, pulling you down to him. You decide to straddle his hip, resting your head on his chest. You feel rather than hear his laugh as you exhale dramatically. The combination of his fingers running up your spine and the melodic beat of his heart slowly turns you into mush on his chest.

“I’ve missed you,” you say quietly before you can even think about it.

“Mm, I’ve missed you too baby,” He tilts your chin up, brushing your hair from your eyes so he can look at you before pressing his lips to yours once more, “Get some sleep, don’t want you to be tired on our date.”

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A/N: I think the next chapter will be the final chapter guys! Please tell me what you think! Also, request are open! I have a few that I'm working on currently but I'm searching for a new series to write! Also check out my new one shot, Simple Things, if you haven't already! 

Also, Im getting so fucking pumped for comeback, how are we gonna handle this new era guysss?!?! 

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Midnight Mouths [part 1]

Part 1 | Part 2

(JJKxREADER) (Band AU)

(Mainly fluff, bits of angst)

synopsis: Based on a playlist I made a while ago. (listening to it may help or may reveal spoilers)

- 6 days before -

"So how's it going?" "Oh, I mean we've got two new songs so far if that's what you're referring to." Y/n's voice could be heard from within the phone. The guitar that sits in the corner of Jungkook room has scribbles all over it, done with a black sharpie. Soft strokes, sketches, mostly portraits of random, un-named characters that came from y/n's mind. The girl from high school who went ahead and started a band - which is exactly what he ended up doing too. Alharaca was the name of their group.

' It's the Spanish word for fuss. And I found it interesting I guess, how the word fuss stimulates the idea of an extraordinary or violent emotional response to a small issue. It's a negative word sure, but Alharaca sounds beautiful doesn't it? '

That was her explanation of why she decided to use that name.

"I'm assuming you'll be at the competition though, am I right?" "Yup." She said with a small laugh "You'll also be right to assume that Alharaca is going to kick BTS' ass." He shook his head, only someone as competitive as him could have a friendship that lasts beyond the first competition, whether that be big or small. "Try not to get over yourself, sweetie." "Oh, I won't. For that to happen I'll need to find my way over your ego first, which, I might add, is as high as mt. Everest." "Does that even make sense-" "Let me have my moment okay?!"

Every phone call would end in a laughing fit, every conversation resulted in Jungkook having to either look away for a moment or cover his face up with his hand as subtly as possible to hide the growing blush creeping upon his cheek. Jungkook knew and y/n knew that there was just some sort of comfort from each other's presence. 

"I've got to hang up now." Jungkook sat upon his bed and said quietly. "Why? Is Jin shouting at you to wash the dishes again?" Her comment earned a soft laugh from Jungkook. "Something like that." "Okay then, I'll let you go." "You say that like you own me." "I own your heart, kookie." Jungkook smiled. If only you knew. "You wish. Isn't that coming from someone who's never who had a boyfriend or girlfriend." "Okay, I came out here to have a good time but I'm honestly feeling so attacked right now..." A moment of silence for the giggles and laughs that they share. "But on a serious note, I'll hang up now." "I'll see you soon?" "As soon as possible." When did the admiration for this girl start? He definitely didn’t stare at the pictures that she would send him before she posted them to instagram when he first met her. The instances all built up with each other over the years. The first one being the time they were running around the field behind the school and she smiled at him before knocking him down to the ground and lied down next to him before rambling on about the beauty of unique identities and that being the reason for her obsession with portraits. She also encouraged him to pursue his career in music along with the other boys. Alharaca and BTS competing in their own competitions to see who would debut first and who would have their song be played on the radio first. BTS winning the latter and Alharaca winning the first. It wasn't an obsession (which is what his friends called it) more of an innocent....-crush-... no warm approval for the girl.

Jungkook dropped his phone onto the bed and made his way into the living room where 6 other boys were sitting. Namjoon the drummer Yoongi the pianist Hoseok the bassist Jimin the Guitarist Jin the violinist Taehyung the Saxophonist Leaving Jungkook himself as the vocalist.

7 boys making up the group. Seven boys who were sitting (slouching) on the couches, counters, tables and the floor in front of the TV. Without taking his eyes off the screen, Jimin seemed to be the first to be vocal about noticing Jungkook's presence. "Finished hanging out with the girlfriend now have we?" He should be used to this by now, he really should. But what use is getting use to it when nothing will ever stop the others from taunting him? "It was only y/n and you know it." He spoke and lazily sat down on the floor next to Namjoon and grabbed a handful of popcorn from behind him on the table. "What are we watching?" Changing the subject never worked but trying never hurt nobody, did it?

"Yeah, it was only y/n." Taehyung scoffed, not falling for Jungkook's tricks. "The girl who you've been internally drooling at for what, how many years now?"

"First of all, fuck you-" "you wish" "-Second of all, am I mistaken or are you the one gawking and loving every single one of her weird ass theories." Her damn theories, none of them were as crazy as the ones that occasionally pop up on your Tumblr feed about the government being controlled by lizard people. The ones she comes up with were always backed up with facts and if you tried hard enough, you would find complete truth in them and believe them completely. That's another thing about y/n. She get's that twinkle in her eye whenever she goes on about subjects that she's passionate about, whether that be art, music, quantum physics or conspiracies. That twinkle in her eye that makes Jungkook feel inclined to keep looking at her, keep smiling and keep adoring her.

Taehyung leaned back on the couch, "Okay but, seriously what if the asteroid that  hit the Earth and killed all the dinosaurs was a UFO...and we're the aliens?" "That's not even one of her good theories!" Jungkook sounded a tad aggressive as he turned around to look Taehyung in the eye. "What would be a good one then?" Jin joined the conversation from across the room. "That Kookie's in love with her?" Yoongi added. "I’m friends with a bunch of shit-heads.”

- 5 days before -

Skye the cellist Christi the pianist Jodi the bassist Vivian the drummer y/n the guitarist and vocalist

That's what made Alharaca.

Skye was a childhood friend. You’ve always gone to orchestra with her, you playing flute, from the “mini” ones to symphony orchestras. She’s always played the Cello and had a knack for singing while you moved from one hobby to another, always getting to near perfection but then giving up. 

Christi joined in from the auditions we were giving. She was chosen a few days before the debut, very last minute I know, when the group of you still thought that you were going to be the pianist.

Jodi was a friend that you made working in Blackwells, first met when the whole store was themed to become a music cave and there were two guitars in the corner that the two of you started to play around with.

Vivian was the girl who sat next to you in physics class, the same girl who you stumbled upon banging on the drums in a practice room on her own. Joined together by ranting about feminism to each other.

The band was created on a whim when you had written some songs that Skye and Jodi heard you playing one day. It took quite some time to get enough people together but not too long to eventually debut. The competition factor between you and Jungkook definitely helped for the whole thing to be done as quickly as possible. BTS was full of people who Jungkook either knew himself or you introduced to him. Namjoon was someone you two met at a poetry slam (you forced Kookie to go with you). Yoongi was an old friend of Jungkook’s. Hoseok was someone Jungkook met in a dance class along with Jimin, Jin worked in the same bookshop you did and Taehyung was someone you knew from art class. And Jungkook, with his adorable head of hair that has witnessed a lot of changes, he was someone who has always been a constant in your life. He had brought along with him a sense of belonging that family had never given you, life has it’s struggles of course but there was never that comfort that so many of your friends described their family brought. I guess part of the colours that painted the picture is that fact that he liked you for you, as cliche as that sounds. There’s this thing that he said to you one night when you were trying to come up with some song ideas, the sentence stuck with you, helping you make your way through life.

 ‘you’re empowering’

Was what he said. If only he knew how much you longed to hear that. A true friend, he was. The nights were no longer filled with knowing that you’re part of a group of friends but still not really part of it. Skye had tried to get you out of that mindset of course, but it’s hard to do that when you’ve built an unbreakable facade. Fuck, it sounds naive but you didn’t see a point in not being yourself when you got to know him. 

“To trust myself To trust someone else To trust the lies that slip from my mouth Trust the heart I'm so quick to sell” 

The train of thoughts were broken by Jodi suddenly speaking to you. 

“Huh?” You stammered, swinging around on your chair, facing the rest of your band who were all currently trying to piece a new song together.

“That’s the draft for the bridge right?” Jodi said, explaining what she was referring at earlier.

“Oh, oh- of course!” 

“Y/n, you’re in charge of the lyrics for god sake,”

“I know okay, I’m on it.” Taking the pen out from behind your ear you rolled your eyes while laughing. “Relax, we’ve got enough time.”

“We’ve got 3 flipping days Y/n!” Christi yelled from the keyboard that was stationed in the corner opposite from where you were sitting. 

You looked to the others wide eyed. 

“I thought it was five...”

“I cut down one because today’s nearly over, and I cut down another one because we all know you and Jeon are going plan some extravagant get together only for you two sweethearts to run away somewhere to stare sweetly into each other’s eyes.” 

“There’s nothing I can say to stop you from saying Kookie is my boyfriend is there?” One eyebrow raised and a face that can only be described as defeat, you said.

“Absolutely not.” Christi smiled. 

“Gosh, I hate you girls.” You laughed and shook your head in response.

“That’s what true friendship is based on.” Vivian commented on the whole situation.

so um, I hope to actually continue this on, any helpful critiques are welcome. Um, so yeah.

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[7] The Curse of December // Jungkook x Reader

A Christmas calendar for my bestie. Short coherent stories (almost) every day until Christmas.

➳ Masterlist

Words: 650

Genre: Christmas!AU, fluff, angst, mystery, curse, a christmas calendar

Summary: She was warm, sudden and exotic. He was cold, quiet and long forgotten. His life was miserable, while hers was exciting. She pitied him and he hated it. He tried scaring her away, but it seemed to only make her stay. He thought he was doomed, he thought he was a lost case, but why then were her eyes so full of hope?

A/N: Yo guys, feel free to talk to me, ok yeah, that was all.

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Something had changed after that day. Jungkook had started frequenting the common areas in his grand manor more than before. His unforeseen smiles were suddenly becoming a pleasant norm for Y/N, one she reciprocated just as often. It seemed as though a big burden had left Jungkook’s shoulders and a somewhat childish side of him was starting to show. Y/N quickly discovered his competitive nature and he would often ask her for a round of chess, only to be surprised when Y/N would beat him and start begging for a second round.

He was kind. A complete 180 degrees shift from what he had been the first few days. Y/N couldn’t help the surprise on her face one morning when he had made her breakfast, eggs and bread, even when she knew it probably hurt him to stand so close to the stove.

She couldn’t understand how the man from his story was in any way the Jungkook she had come to know. In the story he seemed heartless, a man with cold emotions, or none at all, but now it was as if all the years of being alone had somehow softened him, turning him compassionate.

“How old are you?” Y/N had dared ask one evening after yet again beating him in a round of chess. Jungkook was fidling with one of the chess pieces as he gave her a swift glance.

“A couple of hundred years maybe?”

Y/N almost choked on air. “200 years old?”

Jungkook shrugged as he let out a long gush of air. “Maybe. To be honest I lost count a long time ago, I haven’t really been keeping track as it only depressed me further. I’ll never get rid of this curse anyhow, so what’s another hundred years?” He shrugged.

“That’s not true, you might find someone to love one day, and I’m sure she’ll love you back just as much...”

Jungkook scoffed putting down the chess piece. “And let her die just so I can get rid of this stupid curse? Please. Even I realize that that is simply cruel. Besides, nobody would willingly want to die for a jerk.”

Y/N didn’t really know how to comfort him beyond that. She knew he wouldn’t believe her if she ever said the words “I would” to him.

“Why do our conversations always revolve around me? Tell me something about yourself,” Jungkook leaned forward arms crossed over the table. “I want to know what you were doing that night the 1st of December.”

Her eyes widened, but she should have seen it coming. “I was running away,” she admitted crossing her arms. “My parents and I had a big fight the night before. They had made plans for something on my behalf without consulting me about it first. It was a big decision, to say the least. I guess I just had enough and wanted to make a life for myself... Maybe you think I’m foolish for running away instead of expressing myself there and then, but trust me when I say that none of my words would have changed anything.”

Jungkook was still leaned forward having sucked in her every word. “...Do you ever wanna go back?”

“What? Afraid I might leave you?” Y/N teased leaning forward over the table, this causing a bright flush to appear on Jungkook’s cheeks as he awkwardly looked anywhere but her face.

“No. Just wondering...”

Y/N smiled as Jungkook dared meet her eyes again, but that seemed to be a mistake.

“Uh, excuse me for a moment.”

In the blink of an eye he had left the room clutching at his chest feeling it constrict and burn. He practically ran from where he had left Y/N bewildered while trying to find the coolest room possible to soothe the burning he felt, although deep inside Jungkook knew that this was a burn no degree of cold could cool.

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YOUR EYES TELL | JJK (SPECIAL CHAPTER)

⇒ a glimpse of life with Jeon Jeongguk now that you can see colors.

Pairing: Dad!Jungkook x Mom!Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Genre/Warnings: established relationship au, fluff, soulmate au.

Note: This is a special chapter for YOUR EYES TELL so it contains spoiler from said fic.

drabble: your eyes tell - special chapter part 2

The total solar eclipse, a black pearl necklace being auctioned for nine hundred two thousand dollars, and you glaring at Jeon Jeongguk.

These things were rare occurrences, but it looked like the last event you had mentioned would happen more frequently.

"I said no, Jeongguk."

Jeongguk. After being together for half a decade now, your husband still shuddered with fear every time you called him using his given name.

Why couldn't you just call him Gukkie? Did he fuck up so bad that you refused to coo his favorite nickname anymore?

"But—"

Your husband tried to reason out; however, when he saw how your glare became angrier, he stopped for a few moments.

Your cheeks were flushing. This didn't look good. You were making Jeongguk nervous.

"I really wanna move back to Seoul," he tried pouting his lips since he knew you could never resist his cute face.

He knew his plan was working when you suddenly clamped your eyes shut, refusing to look at him.

"I-It's not easy to just go back to the capital, Gukkie. Our life is literally here."

Here as in Busan. You and Jeongguk decided to settle down in his hometown the second you found out that you were pregnant.

You two figured that it would be best to raise your kid in a place where she could interact with nature. Busan was known for its beaches and mountains, unlike in Seoul where you would only be surrounded by tall buildings and hustlers.

Your kid shouldn't be in a stressful city at a very young age. Jeongguk knew this too, this was why you couldn't understand why he wanted to buy a house in Seoul.

"No, it's not." Jeongguk was still pouting while shaking his head. "You're a corporate lawyer and most businesses operate in Seoul. You barely have clients here."

He was right.

"Besides, Red wants to form a partnership with you. You know it's a good offer..."

You stayed quiet for a while, only biting your lower lip because you were aware that he made a point—a good point. But then again, you also knew that he wasn't saying these things for the advancement of your career.

He only wanted to go back to Seoul because "you want Chae-won to be close to Beomgyu, right?"

Chae-won. This was the name of your four year-old daughter. Chae meant color while won meant beginning.

You and Jeongguk thought that the name suited your daughter since Chae-won was made out of love, and love in your world signified the time you began to see the pretty hues.

"W-Well yeah..." Jeongguk was stuttering, trying so hard to find an excuse. "B-But it's also because I miss city life! I miss our friends! Don't you miss Jimin-hyung? Seokjin-hyung? Red?"

Jeongguk mentioned the Kim couple as if he was implying something. Admittedly, he had been trying to include them in literally every conversation you two were having, and the reason behind this was because of Beomgyu, the first born of Seokjin and Red.

Beomgyu and Chae-won were born in the same year. The former being three months older than your daughter. The two of them only met once since the Kims lived in Seoul—which was also the sole reason why Jeongguk wanted to move back to the capital in the first place.

Chae-won and Beomgyu met two weeks ago, meaning it had also been fourteen days since your daughter started seeing colors.

You could never forget that day.

Chae-won came crying to her father, hugging his left leg as if her life depended on it.

"B-Baby...what's wrong?" Jeongguk's face was pale. He could feel the tears pricking at his eyes.

He had always been like this. Jeongguk would cry when he saw his loved ones crying too.

"Appa! My eyes!" Chae-won used her free hand to rub her eye. She was doing it vigorously, as if she wanted to get rid of it.

"What happened to your eyes, my love?" You kneeled beside your daughter, stroking her hair in an attempt to calm her down.

It was obvious that your husband was losing his shit. At least one of you should try to stay calm, right?

"I-It's too bright, Mam..." Beomgyu was the one who answered on behalf of Chae-won.

You switched your gaze at Beomgyu, amazed because of how respectful he was. He was the only kid who called you Mam.

"Oh, my God..." Red suddenly gasped, covering her mouth when she realized something.

"D-Do you think they're..." Seokjin's wife stared at you, eyes widening as she trailed off.

"They're what?" Mr. Kim raised a brow, looking at his son and Chae-won.

"Soulmates?" Jeongguk supplied, unsure.

The four of you remained quiet. The only sounds that could be heard were Chae-won's sobs and Beomgyu's ragged breathing.

The four year-old boy didn't understand why his heart hurt so much just because Chae-won was crying. He wanted to wipe her tears away.

"Jeongguk..." You were the one who broke the silence. You glared at your husband because you felt like he just uttered the most absurd thing ever.

Sure, Jeongguk became a romantic when he finally accepted the idea of soulmates, but...wasn't he being a little too much?

Chae-won and Beomgyu were still young.

"I mean...it's a possibility, right? Chae-won started to cry when I told her to go play with Beomgyu." Jeongguk said, squatting to carry his baby girl.

You stood up, feeling a little uncomfortable with your position.

The six of you were inside the Kims' mansion. Red and Seokjin invited your family for dinner when they learned that you were in Seoul to attend Ji-eun's birthday party.

Actually, you would be staying here in Seoul for three days because Namjoon said he couldn't plan his daughter's birthday on his own. Even after four years, Namjoon was still chaotic as ever.

He refused to date, already happy with his life with Ji-eun.

"So are you saying that the world is so small that the daughter of my ex and my husband's former lawyer is the soulmate of my son?" Red chuckled, amused.

She wasn't sure whether to side with Jeongguk or not. But then again, they just couldn't ignore the mentioned possibility.

Fate always had its way of confusing the shit out of people.

"We can bring them to a doctor, if you want..." Seokjin blurted out, pulling Red closer to him as he patted his son's head.

Beomgyu was still staring at Chae-won, contemplating whether he should embrace her or wipe her tears away.

In the end, the little boy chose the former option, causing Jeonguk's heart to swell with so much happiness.

His happiness turned into joy when later that day, they found out that the kids were really soulmates.

"Of course I miss our friends," you finally answered Jeongguk's question after remembering what happened at the Kims' mansion two weeks ago.

"But I'm happy here, babe. Chae-won's friends are here. Her life is here. You know how much she likes visiting her grandparents whenever she pleases. She's born here, Gukkie."

Jeongguk bit his lower lip. He was the one who couldn't answer now. You made a point too.

"I say we let her decide where she wants to live. Chae-won is smart. She will know what her heart truly desires. Besides..." You went near Jeongguk, wrapping your hands around his neck.

He instantly encircled his arms around your waist, pulling you closer.

"Our daughter is still young. Let her be a kid, babe. We can't force her to seek romantic love just because she found her soulmate,"

Jeongguk looked sad, his lips trembling.

"I-I know that..." He heaved a deep sigh. "I guess I'm just scared. I don't want Chae-won to go through the pain you had experienced because of me. I met you a little late, love. I don't think I can handle seeing our daughter cry because her soulmate is in love with someone else..."

"Oh, Gukkie..." You nuzzled his nose, kissing his cheek.

Jeongguk was left craving for more, and so he placed a kiss on your sweet lips.

"Chae-won and Beomgyu are meant to be together. I'm sure fate will find a way to bring them together..."

"Just like what happened between you and me?" Your husband's eyes were wide and sparkling, like he was seeking your approval.

"Yeah, maybe even better. Maybe Beomgyu will love our precious baby more than we love her..."

"But I am the one who loves Chae-won the most!"

You chuckled because Jeongguk looked so adorable, like he was competing with a four year-old kid.

Typical Jeongguk.

"I know. I love you..."

"I love you too." Jeongguk smiled, kissing you once more. "And I'm so glad you're my soulmate..."

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Purple Irises I Mafia Park Jimin x Reader

Authors note: Oh my god I did not expect to people to actually read this. Let alone like it. And I’m so happy you guys liked it! But yesterday I read back on what I had written. And was like, what is this shit. And that was when I realized I sucked at writing second person pov. But I found a way to improve my writing. At least a little but :’) Though it will take longer for me to write chapters, at least they will be better quality. I actually did a lot of research for this chapter. Ngl kinda proud of it Btw still working on that master list. But for now the links are below. Which is like two right now. Thank you for all the support! Happy readings!

Word count: 9k 

Genre: Mafia au, this ones kinda fluffy, kind of suspense not really

Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader 

(Series) Summary: You were supposed to be delivering flowers, how did you end up in an operation room digging out a bullet from a mafia boss’ shoulder? 

Purple irises: Royalty and wisdom

Warning: Guns, violence, smoking, 

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You gasped, eyes flying open, awakened by an abrupt pull on your hand. Scrambling backwards, startled from your sleep, you look up, head still in the haze of sleep, sight fuzzy, you freeze. When your eyes meet the muzzle of a gun. Vision trailing upwards to its owner. It was Jimin, on his knees, face contorted in pain. He was cradling his injured shoulder with his good arm, he held the gun with his damaged one. A splotch of red stained the white bandages around his left shoulder.

“Who the hell are you!? And what are you doing here?!” He thundered, eyes twitching from pain. The boom of his voice wakes the other men in the room, they jump startled from their slumber. Jimin growls, clicking the gun’s safety off, more than ready to shoot you where you sat. You open your mouth, hastily trying to respond.

“Hyung! Wiat! She’s not a threat!” Jeonguk cried, stepping in front of you, trying to calm his panicked elder. Jimin’s eyes snapped to the younger male’s, before returning to your form behind Jeongguk.

“What?!” He spat, confusion flooding his pained expression.

“Jimin, Calm down, he’s telling the truth, she's not a threat,” Namjoon interjects, hoping to diffuse the situation before anyone was shot. He eased his way towards the bed from where he had been resting. Careful steps, moving as though approaching a wild animal, at that moment Jimin could be considered just as deadly as one.

“Do you remember anything from yesterday?” He questions, taking calm strides, coming to a stand next to Jeongguk. “Do you remember the surgery?” He asks.

Jimin eyes shift trying to recall any memories from the previous day. He cringed when he remembered the surgery, and the searing pain he of someone digging around his open wound with strange medical instruments. His eyes scanned your face, you did look mildly familiar. He had seen you somewhere... right, in the medical room. He had caught a glimpse when you when you were poking around in his shoulder. The majority of your face had been covered by a mask, but he remembered your eyes.  

“And she has no connections so the Yeong’s?” Jimin asks, still unconvinced of your harmlessness.

“None,” Namjoon assures.

“You know that because?” Jimin raises a brow.

“I ran a background check, and no connections,”

Jimin’s posture relaxes, Namjoon’s intel was nearly never misplaced. He lowered his gun, and fell back onto his bed. Flinching in pain as he did so. You wearily released a breath you didn’t know you were holding, before deeply inhaling and gathering your bearings, you stood.

“The bandages, I need to clean your wound and change your bandages, but you might have reopened your sutures. So I may need to replace them. But we can start you on pain meds after you eat something,” Using the table behind you for support as you stood, still shaky from the encounter. You weren’t too sure if you should’ve said that or not, but the doctor in you couldn’t take the need to attend to the possibly re-opened wound.

“I’ll need clean water, any kind of antibiotic ointment like bacitracin or Neosporin, cotton pads, gauze, and bandages,” You recount your supplies list, voice soft, as your eyes fly within your eye sockets trying to recall if you had missed anything.

“Anything else” Hoseok piped, shuffling past Namjoon and Jeongguk. You shook your head no. “Alright, I’ll go get the stuff,” His lips curved up, giving you a gentle smile before scampering out the door.

“Right then, I’ll have the maids deliver breakfast,” Jin announced, breaking the short quiet that had fallen.Your gaze followed Jin as he booked it. A soft smile tugged at your lips when you caught a glance at his expression. He looked tired but wore a relieved expression.

“You okay, (Y/n)?” You shifted your eyes to meet Jeongguk’s. And smiled to let him know you would be fine. The awkward silence returned, and you fidgeted with your fingers. Until Hoseok burst in through the double doors, supplies in hand. You let out a breath of relief, now you’d have something to do instead of sit there and fidget.

You quietly thanked him and helped him place all the supplies on the edge of the large bed. Your gaze met Jimin’s, “Um May I?”

He nodded, looking away.

“Can you turn around for a bit? It’ll be easier to take off the bandage,” You asked him, pointing to the bandage clip that was holding everything together. He paused, considering whether to turn his back to you or not. It would leave him vulnerable to you, but you were surrounded by his men. If you tried anything, they were there. And so he did, eyeing you before wordlessly facing the other direction.

You could see the contemplation in her eye, he had just froze for a few minutes. You were even thinking of teaching one of them to change his bandages. But turns out you wouldn't have to after all.

“This is gonna hurt,” You gently undo the metal bandage clip, you grab hold of the loose end of the bandage and slowly begin unfurling it. Moving as delicately as possible, you reach over his shoulders, under his right armpit, then over his back, then repeat.

You muttered an apology when Jimin winced as you took the last layer of gauze off. Once the bloodied bandages and gauze were gone, you needed to clean the suture. You breathe out, backing off the bed, you stand. Jimin’s eyes follow you, confusion riddled on his face, as well as on the faces of the other four men in the room.

“Is there a clean towel or washcloth I can use?” You ask, meeting eyes with each men.

“Hyung I’m gonna grab one of your towels,” Jeongguk bolts towards Jimin’s massive closet, not even waiting for an answer. A faint smile made its way onto Jimin’s face as he watched the youngest male. The folds on his forehead fading as his eyes follow his little brother came charging into the room a fluffy white towel in hand.

Delivering the towel to you, Jeongguk rushed into the bathroom, and you hear the water running. Jeongguk is holding a glass bowl, attentively taking slow steps as to not spill the water. He gingerly places the large bowl on the floor next to you.

“Thank you,” You smile widely at the brunette, who returns the smile with one of his own, and oh, it's that bunny smile again. His nose scrunches and he shows off his pearly whites.

“No problem,’’

Namjoon smiles at the interaction, happy to see his usually reserved friend talk  so freely around, essitenially a stranger.     

Dunking the towel into the bowl, you felt the warm water hit your skin. And smiled at the feeling, the temperature was perfect, not hot but not cold either, it was warm. Wringing out the towel, Jimin now sitting as he did before. Jimin hissed in pain, as you tenderly dab the towel before, softly dragging the towel across the sutured wound. Once the blood had been wiped away, you were able to get a clear look at the sutures. The sutures were still in place, good.

“Looks like you don’t need to replace any. Hm, you probably moved too fast,” You muse, opening the tube of bacitracin and squeezing some onto a cotton pad.

“Okay, this is gonna sting,” You warn, eyeing Jimin. He tensed, letting out a breath, nodding, giving you the go ahead.

Gingerly rubbing the ointment on, you mutter apologies as he displays his colorful vocabulary. Once you properly applied the bacitracin, you folded some gauze into a decent sized square placing it on the injury then wrapping gauze around and over his shoulder. Then gently wrapping the bandages like you did the gauze, finish the dressing by clipping the bandage clip on.

“Okay, all done,” The corners of your lips lifted, looking over your handy work. “We’ll have to change your bandages twice a day, so be ready for that,” You laugh as you pick up the water bowl. Which, now that you were looking at it, it seemed more like a decorative bowl than a regular glass bowl. The glass had been carved into, patterns of vines and blooms twisted around the bowl. You grinned, did Jeongguk just bring whatever bowl he found in the bathroom?

“Here I’ll take it,” The male in question offered. You eyed him with a grin. “No, I did not take the flower bowl from huyng’s bathroom.”

“Uh-huh,” You nodded in mock belief. Jeongguk puffed his cheeks, stomping away, then panicked when some of the water in the bowl spilled.

You laughed out loud at the male’s adorable childishness, leaning against the bed on the floor. Hoseok burst into a fit of laughter as the Jeongguk scrunched his face in disdain. The men agreeing with your sentiment, chuckled along. This wasn’t funny, now he had to clean up this mess. But an unknowing smile snuck its way onto Jimin’s lips as he watched you giggle.

Knock Knock Knock

“Ah it must be breakfast,” Namjoon called, voice light from the rueful moment. He opened the door and let two maids in. They wore long black dresses with full sleeves, and a white apron tied around their body. They wore what you would call a traditional maid outfit. And each wheeled in a food trolley, leaving them with Namjoon, who gave them a small smile and a nod. They respectfully bowed and left the room.  

Breakfast had arrived yet still no sign of Jin. Was he not going to eat with you guys? You frowned with an involuntary tilt of your head. Jimin blinked at your actions, you looked…like a puppy. The soft furring of your brows, and lips that tugged downwards. That was...adorable. He snapped his eyes away, realizing he was staring.

Though your frown melted when a figure entered through the double doors. It was Jin! And he had a trolley of his own. However, instead of food, his trolley featured an array of spirited beverages. From margaritas to martinis, what was that red thing in a cocktail glass?

“I brought everyone’s favourites!” Jin announced a wide grin on his face.

This time around, the plates of food hadn’t been placed on the coffee table. You blinked, ah they were eating together, with Jimin.

“Come on, let's eat!” Hoseok bounced, handing you a plate. You smiled gratefully, thanking him for the food. And he gave you such a brilliant smile that would put the sun to shame.

It was an english breakfast; eggs, toast, sassauges, and some colorful vegetables. There were condiments too, butter, jam, and honey.

As everyone grabbed a plate, they each sought a place close to Jimin. Jeongguk sat directly beside him on the right side of bed, Namjoon sat on Jimin’s left with Yoongi in the space in front of Namjoon. Hoseok sat cross legged at the center of the bed. But Jin had yet to sit, he was handing out everyone’s drinks. You sat on the rug, this time next the foot of the bed.

Nothing could stop the smile forming on your lips, it was incredibly endearing watching these men interact. Growing up, you had always enjoyed observing others, not in a creepy way of course. And just watching these men get along and laugh together warmed your heart.

“What are you doing all the way over there? Get over here! We haven’t introduced you Jimin yet!” Jin called in faux anger, waving his hands in a ‘get over here’ motion.

Your eyes widened in surprise, were they inviting you to eat with them? Would they truly invite you in such an intimate moment? And your questions were answered.

“Would you like a written invitation?!” Jin hollered, and you scrambled your way to the group, careful not to drop your food. You sat between Yoongi and Namjoon on the rug, so Jimin could still see you.

“Sorry, I didn’t know what you liked, so I just got you coffee,” Jin handed you your cup, making himself comfortable next to you. And you shook your head.

“No, it's fine. I don’t really drink that much anyway,”

“Sounds to me like someone’s trying to cover up the fact that they’re a light weight,” Yoongi jokes, and the others chuckle with him, but the laughter faded when you refused to meet his eyes, your cheeks slightly flushed.

“Wait, you’re actually a light weight?” Yoongi asked, with a mild look of shock on his face. You turned your body away.

“I was busy studying most of the time, okay? I didn’t have time to go partying,” Jimin smiled, amusement dancing in his honey brown orbs, as you puffed your cheeks grumbling, stuffing eggs into your mouth.

“There’s nothing wrong with that,”Namjoon chuckles at you child like behaviour, before continuing,  “But I believe that we should formally introduce you to Jimin,”

You nodded, “My name is (L/n) (Y/n), but please call me (Y/n), I am twenty-four years old, and an ex-doctor trainee? Current assistant florist,”  You explained everything in one go.

“I apologize for what happened earlier, you startled me, was all. I am Park Jimin, and the head of this group,” he introduced himself, a smile on his lips. Though amusement still plays on his expression.  You nod, going back to your food.

Breakfast somehow seemed rowdier than dinner the day before, with Jeongguk and Jin play fighting. Jeongguk overpowering Jin. Yoongi and Hoseok made small talk, sharing jokes and playful jabs.

By the time breakfast was done, the sun was its highest point, shining brightly. So it was more of a brunch than a breakfast. You crawled to one of the trolleys, placing your ceramic plate on the lower deck. Then standing and stretching, as you did you thought of your pupper, technically she was still a puppy at one years old. You looked at Namjoon a little anxious. Shelty hadn’t been today, she was probably starving by now.

“ Ah yes, we can get your dog today,” Namjoon said, almost reading your mind. “Actually, why don’t you and Guk head out right now?”

Your eyes snapped towards Jeongguk, you gaze pleading. Jeongguk chuckled and crawled off the bed, coming to a stand next to you. “Alright let's go,”

You practically bounced with joy, happy you were going to see your baby again. Sure, it had been less than twenty-four hours since the last time you had seen her, but missed her fluffy cuddles and slobbery kisses.

“We’ll be back!” Jeongguk called heading out the door. You waved at the men still sitting before rushing after the brunette who was already out the door.

“She has a dog?” Jimin questioned, meeting Namjoon’s eyes. Who simply nodded in response. “What kind?”

“You’ll see,” Jin snickers, organizing the dishes on the trolley.

“By god they were rich!”  You thought, flabbergasted, as you stood in the underground parking. The garage had to be as humongous as the mansion above. And cars took up nearly every parking space available. And here you stood, in some section of the garage in front of a SUV that probably costs more than your life. It had a white body and the hood of the car slightly sloped toward the nose end of the car. And Right above the bumper sat a crest of shield with a golden bull you knew this car was a Lamborghini. You didn’t know the model it was, all you knew, all you needed to know was that. It. Was. expensive.

“Come on get in,” Jeongguk says, sliding into the driver's seat. You staggered as you gently pulled on the handle and gingerly sat in the passenger's seat, in all honesty afraid you might scratch the beauty. Jeongguk chuckled catching onto what you were thinking.

“Don’t worry, it’s not gonna break,”

The drive to your apartment was spent with Jeongguk telling you the story of how he learned to drive. It was easy talking to Jeongguk, conversations just flowed smoother than a stream. Topic to topic, story to story, before you knew it you at the gate of your apartment complex.

“Ah, let me open the gate,” you say clicking on the remote to the remote control gate. “I don’t have a car, so you can park in my parking spot. My parking is C3”

Jeongguk nodded, steering the car to the vacant parking space. You giddily unbuckled your seat belt, excited to you girl. A soft smile making its way to his lips at your excitement.

“Come on slowpoke, my apartments on the third floor,” you holler, already half inside the building.

“Coming, coming,” he jogs to catch up to you. He would see your dog now, she was a wild dog. He wondered how big she was.

“There, at the end of the hallway,” you point to the door that read 54. Keys already  in hand you, quickly unlock the door.  

“Shelty! I’m home!” You cheered as you walked in.

The apartment was a studio, it was small, much smaller than that Jeongguk was used to. But it looked cozy, the dim-ish lighting and soft glow brought by the fairy lights that hung on your ceiling. The walls were white, cracks in the plaster here and there. A decent sized window on the left wall,insight blue curtains covered the windows. A fluffy baby blue blanket and a fuzzy puppy blanket on your queen bed. A low umber brown headboard, Jeongguk chuckles to himself, as he counted over twenty pillows on your bed. But, where was your dog? He pondered eyes glancing across the many bookshelves that decorate your walls. All of them filled to the brim with books. Did you like reading? His thoughts wandered, when a shadow moved in the corner of his eye. Jeongguk snaps his head toward the direction of the shadow. He froze, eyes wide.

There stood a jet black wolf, about as tall as his upper thigh, it’s ears barely reaching his hips, with golden amber eyes. The large wolf sauntered over walking past him as you stood.

“Shelty! Oh my good girl, I’m sorry I wasn’t home yesterday,” You bend down massaging her neck, placing kisses on her forehead, nuzzling into her fur. Shelty’s tail swished, from one side to another happy to see you.

Now Jeongguk understood why you insisted on being here yourself, if he had walked in here and was welcomed to the sight of that giant thing bearing its teeth, he would’ve shot it thinking a wolf had broken into your home.

“ You really weren’t kidding, when you said more wolf than dog,” Jeongguk laughs breathless, taking in the sight before him. The majestic wolf—dog stood tall, as its piercing amber eyes scanned him. Before turning back to you for more scratches and love. It seemed awfully gentle, contradictory to its hulking size. Shelty tilts her head, directing your pets to where she wanted.

“Yeah, and you’re still growing, aren’t you my good girl,” You coo at your puppy, kissing it’s forehead again, as it pawed at your arms.

“Come here you can pet her if you want,” You invited him.

“Are you sure about that?” Too late, Shelty was well over half way over to where he stood. Her fur was a luscious jet black, that almost gleamed in the light. She was well taken care of. Her beautiful coat looked far too soft for him to just not touch, and before he knew it his hand was petting her ears. He let out a breathy laugh as he now pet the creature with both hands, now eagerly petting the wolf-dog.

“Why don’t you two hang out for a bit and I’ll grab some clothes,” You smile at Jeongguk as he excitedly pets Shelty, who seems very pleased with all the affection she was receiving.

You along the wall that connected to the bathroom, you had a tall wooden dresser with six drawers. Grabbing the large backpack that sat beside the drawer, your eyes roaming the six open drawers, mentaly choosing the clothing you would take with you. Baggy clothes? Baggy clothes, you nod to yourself, grabbing as many sweatshirts and oversized hoodies you could, leaving some room for a couple pairs of jeans, leggings, and sweatpants, while tossing in as many pairs of bras and underwear as you could fit. Assuming you wouldn’t be going shopping anytime soon.  

Satisfied with your packing skills, you set the backpack aside, you turn to grab another bag and pack all of Shelty’s favourite toys. You search around the floor for her toys, placing her tennis balls, tug of war rope, frisbee, and her pink stuffed owl into .inform Jeongguk that Shelty still hadn’t had breakfast yet.

“You ready to go?” He asked, still petting the wolf-dog.

“Ah, about that, I still need to feed Shelty,” Hearing her name, Shelty strolls her way to you, brushing against your left leg, she rounds back behind you, nudging you right thigh with her head.

“Why don’t you do that at the mansion? What does you give her,” You blink, at the mansion?

“Shelty’s in a raw meat with some veggies diet, but I’d like to feed her as soon as possible,” You answered, brows scrunching slightly. Sure, she had a whole chicken yesterday, but that was yesterday.

“That’s perfect, we have lots of raw meats, there’ll be a variety to choose from at home. And they’re all premium grade too! Plus I bet Shelty’ll love the backyard” Your head tilted unconsciously, still yet unconvinced. “Besides, I don’t think the hyungs would like us staying out for too long,”

You relented with a sigh, how could you say refuse those doe eyes, especially when paired with that bunny smile. “Alright, let me grab her pre-cut meals, I’ll give her an antler to tide her over for now. Then when we get back we can give her, her actual meal”

You could practically see his eternal victory dance, as he bounced on his feet. You walked past him into the small kitchen space, pulling out a large reusable bag that you usually used for while shopping for groceries. Opening the freezer portion relatively small silver fridge, you place her pre-cut meats then the veggies into the bag, once everything is set, you turn to Jeongguk informing you were ready to go.

“Alright! Let's head out,” He cheered, pumping his fists into the air. You reach to pick up the well packed backpack, staggering from the weight as you did. Jeongguk snorted at your gratefulness, then taking the backpack from you, effortlessly slinging it over a shoulder. Then proceeding to smirk at you. Curse biology and your non-existent upper body strength.

“Tell me something,” You said, staring nowhere in particular. “With how everything’s going, I’m assuming I’m moving in with you guys, right?”

“Right,”

“What about this place? What am I gonna do with all this stuff? My job?”

“You should ask Jimin hyung about your job and stuff, but we can have all your stuff moved into a room if you’d like,” Jeongguk replied, thoughtfully observing your expressionless face, he didn’t realize he had tensed until he relaxed when he saw you melt into a smile.

“I’d like, if you could… could you please?” You asked ruefully.

“Of course,” Jeongguk smiled widely.

“Shelty, come, let's go for a walk, forever,” You laughed, as the wolf-dog trotted over to you. “Sit,” You commanded, and she sat obediently as you placed her lavender slip on leash, which seemed to drown in all that fur.

“Wait, she can do tricks?!”Jeongguk gasped, amazement in his eyes. You giggled a ‘yeah’ before grabbing the bag with Shelty’s toys, the bag with her food already in hand.

You were just about out the door when you noticed Jeongguk intently staring at a wall.

“Not taking those?” He questioned, pointing to your framed diploma that hung on the wall.

“I probably should, shouldn’t I? I did work my but off for that” You smiled, padding over to where it hung and took it off the wall.

“Alright, now, let's actually go,” Jeongguk uger you out the door, locking it behind him.

“Oh my good girl I can’t wait to show you your new home!” You giggle as he coos at Shelty, who was comfortably seated on the back seat of Jeongguk’s SUV.

Unfortunately Shelty did not get an antler on the way to the mansion. You were afraid the drive there would be too bumpy for her to safely have an antler, besides the drive was short, you’d just end up taking it away soon after giving it to her. Shelty, unaware she was supposed to receive an antler was happily enjoying the ride. Jeongguk had rolled a window down for her to lean out of. Which she seemed to have loved, her tongue lolling out, a smile on her face.  

Just as Jeongguk pulled up to the front gate, you were stopped by two security guards. As one of them approached the car, Jeongguk rolled his window down and nodded at the guard, who bowed to him then returned to his post. Before the large iron gate swung open. Anyone could see the twinkle in Shelty’s eyes as the SUV strolled through front lawns. You turned your head to Jeongguk and shared a laugh when you both saw the stars in the amber orbs or your adorable puppy.  

Jeongguk parked the suv in front of the house, where you had parked the delivery van the previous day. Your eyes look at Jeongguk in silent question.

“See the dude coming here?” With a tilt of his head directed your eyes to the man walking to you. “He’ll take the it from,”  

Humming at the answer you undo your seatbelt, and step out of the SUV. Then opened the door for Shelty, who excitedly jumped onto the ground, taking in her new surroundings. You called for her attention then held out your palm and closed it into a fist. The jet black, wolf-dog obliged, coming to a heel around your right foot.

“She can heel too!” An excited voice exclaimed, Jeongguk had made his way to you around the back of the SUV, getting your bags while on route.

“Aw, I was gonna help,” Pout formed on your lips, to which the brunette replied with a chuckle. “Here let me help,” Reaching out your arm, you step towards him, Shelty on you heel.

“‘Sfine, just make sure to have her leash on hand, just cuz I know she’s well behaved doesn’t mean others do,” He said, ignoring your hand and strolling towards the double doors. You exhale loudly, bending down and picking up the end of Shelty’s leash.

“Come on already!” An impatient Jeongguk bellows, half way through the door.

“Aish,” You breath jogging up the steps and into the house, a midnight black wolf-dog, half the size of Jeongguk in tow.

People seemed to have been productive while the both of you were gone. The furniture had been replaced, the same design and color just these didn’t have bullet holes. How did they do that so quickly? You pondered as your eyes roamed the newly refurbished room, finally taking in the appearance of the space.There were still holes in the walls but everything else had been replaced.  

There was a floor to ceiling window that you would see right as you walked in, the short hallway to the living room was a little narrow, but the actual living space was huge. The walls were white with a tint of blue, large paintings of different landscapes hung from the walls. Two L-shaped sofa sets were in the center of the room, decently spaced, with two armchairs on one end of the sofa. A large tan fuzzy rug underneath the sofa sets. Vases in corners of rooms, each providing splashes of color.

“Jin hyung! Hoseok hyung! We got (Y/n)’s dog!” Jeongguk announces, his voice reverberating through out the house.  

“What the hell are you yelling for braAHH!” Jin jumped when his eyes landed on the large amber eyed wolf.

“What happened?!What's wrong?!” Just as Jin retreated, Hoseok rushed into the room, entering from the west wing hallway. “Holy shit!” He exclaims seeing, to him a jet black wolf, in the middle of the living room.

When he bounces a step back, pulls out his gun. Jin following Hoseok’s action, pulled out his own gun, you wave your arms trying to explain that the wolf was actually your dog. However, your voice drowns over Jin and Hoseok yelling for you and Jeongguk to get away from ‘that thing’.

Startled by their abrupt movements, Shelty protectively steps in front of you. Taking a defensive stance, ears low and out to the side, teeth bared and a wrinkled snout. She let out a threatening snarl. ‘Aish what a mess,’ you think looking at the two hollering men and then there was Jeongguk, who seems to be enjoying the chaos.

“STOP YELLING,” Jin and Hoseok quiet staring at you, “This is my Shelty, my dog”

Both men let out a soft ‘oh’ before lowering their weapons, tucking them back into their holsters. Their shoulders relaxing, still on guard, but no longer holding lethal weapons at your baby.

“Wow, you weren’t joking around when you said more wolf than dog,” Jin gulps, somehow managing a smile.

The men may have settled down, but your puppy’s body language was still communicating aggression. So you folded you left foot behind your right, giving her a soft nudge with the heel of your foot. Not to hurt her, just to redirect her from her aggression.

Shelty’s head snapped upwards and looked up to you, licking her nose, her aggression fades into a more neutral standing. You smile at her behaviour, making a note to give her a whole chicken again for being such a good girl, even though she was in a place she's never been before.

“What was all that yelling about?” A voice booms from above, you tilt your head to the speaker. Jimin stood on the second floor, expression holding a hint of annoyance. Namjoon and Yoongi on either side of him. He wore a cream sweatshirt that was paired with gray sweatpants. That guy looked good in everything didn’t he?

His eyes met with each of the men, then you as he descended the winding staircase. But his eyes widened when his honey orbs landed on Shelty.

Just as he steps down the last stair, raising a brow, he question, “Anyone care to explain why there's a fucking wolf in the middle of my living room?”

“Jimin hyung! That’s (Y/n) dogs!” Jeongguk exclaims happily, coming to pet said wolf. Jimin blinks at the wolf, then at you, his gaze communicating a silent ‘really?’.

“This is Shelty, she's part german shepherd, part wolf, though as you can see she’s more wolf than dog,” You sheepishly chuckle, you hand rubbing the back of your head. “You can actually pet her if you want, she just started earlier.”

“And she can do tricks, (Y/n) show them,” Jeongguk pipes in, his eyes sparkling at the idea of your wolf-dog being capable of tricks. You look to Jimin, almost asking for permission, since he was the boss. When he gives an amused smile and a nod, you oblige to Jeongguk's request.

Jeongguk had set your bags down near the sofa closest to the floor to ceiling window. You search the bag with Shelty’s prepped meals for her homemade treats. Earlier that week you had baked her sweet potato chips. You brought out the bag with the treat and a clicker, which instanously got Shelty's attention.

Deciding to show off your baby you hold two fingers out then wave them in a downwards motion. Shelty, recognizing the command, sat. a clicking noise was made and you gave her a chip. That she downed in less than three seconds. Then you open your palm and close it into a fist, your intelligent pupper understanding your command walks towards you and comes to a stand a little behind you right foot. Clicking the metal clicker again you gave her another chip.

“Shelty, up,’’ You say and she stands on her hind legs, you move back a few steps calling her to you. She staggers as she does and you catch her paws before she drops them, placing her front paws on your shoulder. You pet her body, clicking the clicker then giving her another chip. The six men looked in awe, not particularly at the trick but her height, when standing on back two legs, she was about as tall as you.

Now it’s time for the finale, your favourite trick and the one you were most proud of. Facing your open palm at her, you give her a stay command, then you take a good four steps back.

“Bang,” You call, and Shelty fall to the floor as she ‘dies’. You hear gasps and ‘wow’s resound from the men as you quickly pressed the clicker bolting to her giving her her treat.  You felt like a proud mama as the men in the room praised her.

“Wow, (Y/n) that’s so cool, she knows bang!” Hoseok cheers in excitement. “Can I, can I pet her?” he asks, a little hesitant from the incident before.

“Of course,” You smile, “Go on they want to give you pets. You love those,” cooing at the wolf-dog you gesture to the men. Sheltie lazily stood then padded her way over to the men. Hoseok tentatively ran his hand through Shelty’s fur, a sunny smile forming on his lips. As it does, the other men also seemed interested in petting her. Hell, even Jimin had a sparkle in his eyes.

You stood to the side as the men showered your puppy in attention. Who seemed to be drinking all the praise and affection. How cute, someone looking at them now

Jimin chuckles, looking over his brothers fawning over the wolf-dog. It had been a while since he had seen everyone smile and laugh together. This was… nice. But how long would this last? He sighs, breaking from the group over to where you stood.

“(Y/n), I’d like to talk to you,” Your head snaps to find Jimin's eyes, now serious again. “Come, sit,” He gestures to the spot across from  him.

“Yes?” You gingerly sat where he had directed you to.

“I’m not gonna lie, it would be easier to just kill you be done with it,” He admits, eyes serious. You froze where you sat, a jittery feeling bubbling in the pit of your stomach. But they let you bring Shelty, didn’t that mean you got to live? Shelty alerts on your nervous energy, ears standing straight up, she trots over to you, placing her head on your lap.

At her actions the men caught on to the situation. They give each other a look before taking their seat around Jimin. The air in the room grew tenser at the silence.

Shelty whined, nudging her nose into your stomach, trying to comfort you. A soft smile tugging onto your lips as you per head. At least you knew she would be well taken care of, you knew Jeongguk had fallen in love with her. If anything would happen to you, you were sure he would take care of your baby.

“Why would I let you live when killing you would be so much easier?” He says tracing the small scars on his hands. You gulp at his words. “At the moment you contribute nothing, just another hassle to look after.”

“I guess you’re right,” You hum, watching Shelty nuzzle into your touch.

“So, I offer you a job,” His honey brown eyes stare into yours, “Work for me.”

“Excuse me,” You blink, confusion forcing an involuntary head tilt.

“Become a doctor for us. We’ve all seen you work, you’re good at what you do. You work for us, and everything else will be taken care of, your safety, living arrangements, dog, and the pay isn’t too bad,”Jimin nods at Yoongi’s explanation.  

“Do you not have a doctor or like a medic or something?” You ask, confusion muddling your thoughts.

“Oh we do, we have a doctor, yes, but as you can see he doesn’t live with us. And has to be brought anytime there is an injury. Besides, we saw how useful it can be to have a doctor close by.” Yoongi continued

“On top of having living arrangements and pay, you’ll only be looking after the seven of us. Not a bad deal if I don’t say so myself. So how about it?” Jimin concludes, a coy smile on his plump lips.

You sigh, deeply exhaling, “Do I have a choice?”

“Not particularly no,” Jeongguk speaks up showing off bunny smile. You return his gesture, but could you do it? Could you be responsible for another's life again? Could you become a doctor for them?

There was a reason as to why you were an assistant florist instead of a doctor. You bit your lower lip, fidgeting with your finger nails, eyes downcast. The darkness from you past coming to life once more. Your anxiety and self-doubt resurfacing, slowly swallowing you into their depths. Until you felt something warm and wet brush against your cheek.

Shelty whined again, reflecting your nervous energy. A fond smile found its home on your lips. And you knew your answer. Sure, it was true Shelty would be taken care of even if something had happened to you. But… you didn’t want to leave the creature that had in your darkest times brought light into your life. You wanted to stay by her side, just as she had always been by yours.

Jimin watched as the turmoil that had once inhabited your face, faded and transformed into something else. He couldn’t quite recognize the expression on your face. It wasn’t happiness, it wasn’t the darkness from before, but it wasn’t sadness either. More like wistful acceptance.

He sighed, “I suppose you could have some time to think about it,”

“No, it's fine. I’m sorry, I just spaced out. I’ll take the job,” You shake your head, apologizing.

His lips tugged upwards, pleased with your answer. “Alright then, we’ll have all your belongings moved to your new room” Jimin says.

“By the way, shouldn’t you be in bed?” You questioned, a mischievous smile playing at your lips.

“Oh? Seems like the doc’s already on duty,” Jeongguk snorts, pushing himself off the back of the sofa, where he been standing.

“No rest for the wicked as they say,” Jimin sighs. And you chortle, agreeing.

“True, very ture,”

“I’m back!” A tall figure bursts through the front door, cheerfully announcing his arrival. A small suitcase in tow. He had chestnut brown hair and symmetrical features. He held a gray blazer, and wore matching gray slacks. A slightly wrinkled dress shirt, and a navy blue stripped tie with a silver tie pin completed his look.

“We have a guest?” He questions, giving his coat and suitcase to the maid that had seemingly appeared out of thin air. Who disappeared into the west wing hallway just as fast as she appeared.

“Meet (Y/n), our new personal doctor,” Jeongguk introduced you, as you gave him smile.

“Wow, I’m gone for one day and now we have an in house doctor,” He chuckles.  

“Welcome back, how was the flight?” Jin asked, from his seat.  

“It was only like an hour thirty minute flight,” He coasted over to the group, plopping down on the sofa the group sat at.

“ Kim Taehyung, nice to meet you (Y/n),” Taehyung reached out for a handshake, which you reciprocate.

“(L/n) (Y/n), nice to meet you too, though Jeongguk kind of already introduced me,” You chuckle.

“So, how was one of the biggest cities like?” The youngest male inquired, petting Shelty, who had made her way over to the men for wanting more attention and affection.  

“It was good,” He gave a short reply.

“How was the beach? It should have been a sunny day in Tianjin. Were the waves really big? honestly I’ve never surfed before,” You questioned absentmindedly, trying to make small talk. A silence fell upon the room and realized, eyes widening as you did… He hadn’t talked about the beach yet. The other men looked at each other, how had you known that Taehyung was in Tianjin?

“How did… how did you know?” He sat a little straighter, now on alert.

This was a skill that developed over time as a result of observing others. Originally, you had planned to use your power of observation to help you become a better doctor. But it had its side effects. Ah great, this didn’t always happen. You had made a habit of thinking before you spoke, but on occasion, your mouth moves faster than your brain.

“I said ,how did you know?” Taehyung asked again, voice firm.

“Ah sorry, it's just a thing that happens,” The tall chestnut haired male stared at you unsatisfied with your answer. You sighed, “Your watch, its an hour delayed an hour”

“And? You couldn’t have known I went to Tianjin just because my watch is set back an hour, for all you knew I could’ve been in Japan and how did you know about the beach?” Taehyung remarked.

You shook your head, “There isn’t a time difference between Japan and South Korea,”

“Tianjin, how did you know I was in Tianjin? I could have been in Beijing.”

“Jeongguk said “big city”, so it narrowed it down to major cities. Then you said it yourself, your flight duration was an hour thirty minutes. Major cities along the seashore any further have either longer or  shorter flight durations. And Flights to Beijing are an hour forty minutes to two hours. Besides, Beijing is landlocked, there are no beaches, and you can’t surf in a swimming pool,”

“How did you know I went surfing?’’ His voice breathy. Disbelief swimming in his eyes.

“Your hand, neck and face are tanned, but there's no tan past your wrists. Your shirt was loose so I saw the skin past your neck was paler than your neck or face. And that’s because you wore a wetsuit, the sea that meets the chinese coast is cold. So surfers usually wear those because it traps a thin layer of water between you and your suit. Your body heat actually warms that water and the suit traps in the heat to keep you warm. That's… how I knew,” You finish, rubbing the back of your head, a small smile on your lips. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean creep you out or anything, I was just trying to make conversation and it just slipped.”

The silence that had fallen earlier still remained in the room. Chuckling sheepishly you looked at the men in front of you. Shock, utter and absolute shock was written on their faces. They looked flabbergasted at your explanation. Had you really deduced all that with a few observations?

“How do you know all that?” Jeongguk he asks flabbergasted.

“I read a lot,” You sheepishly smiled at the younger male.

Jimin grinned, perhaps there was another use for you than only a doctor. Seemed like that little habit of yours would come in very useful in the near future. And by the looks of it Namjoon and Yoongi had come to the same conclusion he had.

“Everyone, meeting room looks like we have a lot to talk about,” Jimin announced, standing up and heading towards the staircase. Namjoon on his heel as the other followed after.

“I still need to feed Shelty, so I guess I’ll just wait for you guys here.” You surmised, as your gaze shifts to the wolf-dog comfortably laying on the fluffy rug.

“No, you’re going with us, you can bring her with us and feed her in the meeting room” Jimin declared from where he stood. He called the wolf-dog over. Who happily bounds over him. ‘When did they become best friends?’ You sigh relenting. Digging into Shelty's bag and her food bag, you pulled out her food bowl, a ziplock bag of pre-sliced meats, at this point the chicken and beef had thawed, then reached for a bag of veggies.

“Alright let's go,” You voiced, gesturing them to lead the way. You trailed after them, up the winding steps, down a familiar hallway. The OR was the first door on the left, they walked past it. Two doors down, they stopped at a large door, the door looked like any other in the house, only this one was wider, had a fingerprint reader and a keypad on the side. Jimin unlocked the door, it opened outwards. And inside wasn’t a room, it was another, but it was an elevator door.

The elevator opened and the men stepped in, you followed after them, Shelty on your tail. The interior of the elevator was similar to the ones you would see in a mall, as a matter of fact it was identical. There was a buzz and you felt the elevator descend, you were going down, but why? Were you not just on the first floor. Unless… eyes widening in realization, you were going underground.  

Jimin eyed you as you had your epiphany, ‘Smart girl,’ He thought as a smile ghosted his lips.

The elevator doors opened, and you were welcomed into a large room surrounded with gray concrete walls. The room was more of a concrete box than a room. Ultramarine, velvet armchairs formed a semi-circle, facing away from the elevator. You counted ten armchairs total each accompanied by a small mahogany round table. Each table held an astray.  

Unsure of where you were supposed to sit, you stood at the shifting your weight from one foot to another. Until Jimin gestured to you to sit next to him, on his left. Once in your seat, you immediately began unbagging Shelty’s meal, transferring the meats and vegetables into her bowl.

“Shelty, sit,” You commanded, holding her bowl in your right hand. And the wolf-dog eagerly obliged, excited to finally have a proper meal. You gave her a stay command as you placed the bowl on the floor.

“Alright,” You say and she’s in that bowl moving faster than lightning.

“First order of business, Taehyung, how did the trip go?” Namjoon began the meeting.

“After a little talk the Shen’s were more than happy to forget the little incident, as a matter of fact, they even wanted to make a deal with us,” Taehyung smirked pulling out a brown leather case from his front pocket. It was a cigar case. He cut the end of the cigar, then lit the other end before inhaling the smoke. He holds up the leather case offering a brown cigar to the others. Yoongi and Namjoon both accept one. ‘Boujee’ You silently chuckled at your own thoughts.

“Oh? What do they want?” Yoongi says exhaling a puff of smoke.

“A thousand units of Taurus PT24/7 and five thousand units of 9x19 parabellum cartridges to go with it,” Taehyung reports, proud of his accomplishments.

“How much are they paying?” Jeongguk asks, legs crossed, leaning his head on his palm.

“The usual,” Taehyung chirps.

Jimin nods his head in approval, his gaze shifting to Namjoon, giving him the go ahead to move to the next matter.

“Alright next is yesterday's incident,” Namjoon continues,  

Jimin let out a deep sigh, focusing his attention on Namjoon, “Report,” He calls.

“It seemed like they tried overwhelming us with sheer numbers, killing off all of us in one go. Which is strange because usually they’re incredibly cautious, they’ve never been as reckless as they were yesterday. I did take into consideration that they might have used the attack as a cover for something else. So I had the mansion thoroughly searched for anything suspicious. When it comes to damage, aside from the wreck in the living room, there were no casualties on either side, most of them escaped, the ones that didn’t are being kept in the holding cells. We began questioning yesterday, but none of them talked, and at this point I don’t think any of them will.” Namjoon gave a detailed analysis of the situation. 

He truly was adept at what he did, but something seemed off, if they seriously intended to kill them all in one go, why not use a bomb? Why not plant a bomb somewhere while still under the ruse of a peace talk, walk out of the house then detonate the bomb? Something wasn’t right.

“And guess how that plan turned out?” Jeongguk scoffed, switching his crossed leg.

While deep in thought your eyebrows knitted, you rubbed your lower lip with your index finger. Jimin eyed you taking in your disdain that made its way onto your face. And he realized, though he did not know what, he knew that you had caught onto something.

“Tell me (Y/n), what do you make of the situation?” Jimin urged you to speak. Snapping from your thoughts, you looked at them. Raising your index finger to point at yourself, asking a silent ‘me?’ Jimin nodded prompting you to speak.

“Honestly, I think we’re missing something here. Killing you all off at once? I guess that would be one way to look at it, but something doesn’t seem right. If they had really wanted to kill you guys why not plant a bomb? They could have pretended to leave you present or something, safely left the premises then blow the place up sky-high.That plan would have been much more efficient, and has significantly higher rates of success than that thoughtlessly put together attack, Or hiring highly skilled fighters or assassins, that would have given them much a better chances of success ” Rambling out your thoughts as they came to mind.

“I mean maybe they just didn’t think this through?” Hoseok, adds.

“Highly unlikely. No, we’re missing pieces of the bigger picture. Especially knowing for a fact that something like they had never been so reckless. Of the men that were there yesterday, were any of them strong? Did any of them stand out? And why wasn’t the boss of the other gang there for the peace talks,” You asked them still trying to piece together the incomplete puzzle.

“None of them particularly stood out, their fighting style was clumsy, and honestly the only reason they did any damage was because they had guns,” Hoseok inputs thoughtfully. Jeongguk agreeing with him.

“Like a fisherman who just cast out a net and now waits for fishes to tangle themselve,” You nibbled your bottom lip. 

 “What kind of analogy is that?” Yoongi remarked, not understanding the meaning of you words. 

“Kind of like a trap you mean. But how? How can a failed attack somehow become a trap?” Jin alluded the situation, yet he still did not see how this attack could translated into a trap. 

“The best traps are the ones you can’t see,” Taehyung adds following you train of thought.  

Jimin hums processing your words, you were right, something didn’t feel right here. The entirety of the attack didn’t feel right. Could this have been a sign, perhaps a warning for the events to come? Jimin chewed his lips, not liking the prospect of being left in the unknown.

“But I still don’t understand why the boss of the other group wouldn’t attend a truce meeting,” Your frown deepens.

“Yeong Cheol Meong, he’s the boss of the group, was apparently out of the country but wanted to sign a一 well I wouldn’t say a peace treaty, it's more of a cease fire contract,” Yoongi explains and you hum, catching on.

“What should I do with the captured men?” Namjoon asks Jimin. Who lets out a deep sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Have any of them talked?” Namjoon shakes his head, no. “Will they talk?”

“Unlikely, they were tight lipped even after over four hours of questioning, We tried everything from pain to bribery, they refused to talk,” Namjoon reports, shifting in seat. You alert when you hear his words… They wouldn’t talk? Even refusing bribery? There aren’t very many things that keep someone as tight lipped as these people were.

“Then get rid of them,” Jimin waves his hand dismissively, and you couldn’t control the noise of disapproval that left your lips.

Jimin raised an eyebrow in question, “What?”

“Don’t like the idea of killing people? Well I guess that’s to be expected from a doctor,” Yoongi scoffs softly.

“It’s just… nothing, nevermind I’m sorry” You apologize, feeling as though you had overstepped your bounds. You were just their doctor, it wasn’t your place to influence decisions. Besides, you didn’t they’re way of working, there were things they knew did and you didn’t. So the decision they made were best for the situation 

“No, no, continue,” Jimin interjects, insisting you speak up.

“It’s just, I  think they’re more useful alive than dead,” You hesitate, still unsure of what to do. 

“Oh?” Jimin implors you to go on. 

“Namjoon… can you um.. can you get information on those prisoners? Anything and everything,” You request, turning to face the tall man that sat to the right of Jimin.

“Can he get information? My girl, I’ll have you know, we’ve got  the most extensive and the most reliable information network in all of South Korea,’ Taehyung exclaims with a loud laugh.

“What are you planning?”Jimin's mouth twitched upwards, sensing a plan.

“I think it’s time we cast a net of our own,” You answer. The smile across your lips sly as a fox.  

~

Staring into the azure-blue sky, Taehyung leaned against his expensive orange and black sports car, puffing out a cloud smoke. ‘Just who the hell is that girl? Did she really come up all that right then and there?’ He tossed his nearly burnt out cigar on the ground before crushing it with his feet. First those incredible deductions, and now this plan. Just who were you exactly? And were you truly capable of. ‘Man, I barely come home and already being put to work,’

He pivots on his right foot, facing his black and orange sports car. He reaches for his car door, when he feels a sharp stabbing pain on the side of his neck. In a futile attempt he tries to struggle against the hands that were grapling him before his world goes black.