#jeonguk x reader

[sweetvoidstuff]

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Yoga Pose: Love : (Jeonguk x Reader | Gym | Bullying | Respect | Slow Burn) Jungkook, a dedicated gym enthusiast, finds his routine disrupted when Y/N, a serene yoga instructor, joins the gym. As they bond over shared challenges and personal growth, their friendship evolves into a profound connection, nurtured by their mutual love for fitness and resilience in overcoming obstacles.

Gravity and Gold: (Jungkook x Reader | University | Action | ??? to Lovers | Jealousy | Slow Burn | Superheros) (Y/N) wants a normal university life, hiding her gravity powers, while Jungkook strives to be a perfect hero. When villains attack their campus, she is forced to make a choice—stay hidden or fight. Their encounter changes everything. - Ongoing - Newest

Steel and Starlight: (Jungkook x Reader | Sci-Fi | Action | Enemies to Lovers | Slow Burn | Survival) A skilled mechanic finds themselves entangled with Jungkook, a dangerously efficient fighter who was meant to be nothing more than cargo. As they navigate threats, their uneasy alliance is tested in ways neither expected. But as they face impossible choices, the question remains—who is truly in control here? Ongoing - Newest

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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

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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.

[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...

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"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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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.

[peachyvhope]

Cold | pt.3 [merry christmas!]

;pairing — jungkook x reader

;warnings — smut | some namecalling | angst? (not really, though..just an angry jungkook)

;summary — why is it that whenever you’re around Jeon Jungkook, you’re a hot mess? And when you’re a hot mess, his heart turns cold as stone. When a drunken night forces you to spend a dark morning at the BTS frat house, Jungkook develops an avid hate for you which can only lead to worse things

;word count — 7,080 (+bc i like to add last second)

part one | part two |

Your mouth was dry. You desperately wanted water. Patting around the bed, you found Taehyung’s shoulder instead of your phone, and a little ding of a notification alerted you where your phone was. It was half past midnight.

You wrenched Taehyung’s arms away from your waist, realizing he was a cuddler, and crept out of the bed. After a few more rounds, you’d found yourself in bed with the guy, and now he was spending the night. Somewhere in between, you’d managed to get his help cleaning up and he’d even done you the pleasure of washing your back, despite how many times you tried to tell him he didn’t have to.

Taehyung suddenly grabbed at you, and shocked, you let out a little squeak, stirring him in his sleep. You slipped your pillow into his arms and Taehyung wistfully hugged it tightly. Your face drained of color, imagining the pillow exploding from the force. You shook your head and pulled a nightgown from your dresser and pulled it over your head.

You walked into the kitchen and pulled a bottle of water from the fridge. You leaned against the fridge and thirstily gulped the cold water down. You unlocked your phone and scrolled, finding Jungkook’s number in your past calls. You’d never saved his number, knowing you had no reason to do so in the first place. But you knew it was his number.

You rolled your eyes and placed your phone on the kitchen counter, opening the fridge to get another bottle of water.

“Hello?”

It was faint, but audible. And it scared you shitless.

You grabbed the water bottle and looked at your phone.

“Hello?” Jungkook’s voice was heavy with sleep, and you hoped he was too sleepy to notice what had happened.

“Wrong number,” you helped, pressing the end button.

When Taehyung finally emerged from your bedroom, it was midday. You were thankful you hadn’t scheduled classes for the next few days, because that meant you could coupe yourself up at home. Taehyung, with his eyes half-closed and his body as bare at the day he’d been born, waved at you sleepily before passing you into the little room where he’d hanged his clothes to dry. You’d offered to take his clothes down to the lobby and wash them, but he insisted he’d rather hand wash them. You had suspicions it was to preserve the Gucci feel to them.

You closed your laptop halfway and set it on the coffee table, turning on the couch to face Taehyung. In the doorway, he pulled on his sweatpants, not even glancing at his boxers nor his sweatshirt.

“Are your boxers Gucci, too,” you joked. Taehyung’s tired eyes found yours and he smiled. “I’ll take that as a yes. Why aren’t you getting dressed properly?”

“It’s too early.” Taehyung’s voice was raspy, and you figured he was still sleepy. He walked towards you and plopped down in the couch beside you, leaning his head against your shoulder.

“What time do you normally get up?” You were surprised the whole interaction didn’t feel more awkward. It was almost normal, and you could only owe it to Taehyung’s weird personality.

“Sometime in the afternoon. I only wake up early for Psych.” Taehyung took your hand in his and began to play with your fingers. “Pretty,” he mumbled. “What were you doing?”

“Typing my essay for English. Trying to stay ahead of the curve.”

“Smart,” Taehyung responded. “When did you get up?”

“Earlier than usual. Sleep well?”

Taehyung sat up and smiled widely, rubbing some of the sleep from his eyes, “Like a baby. But I’d probably have slept better if you didn’t leave me.” You rolled your eyes but cracked a smile nevertheless. Taehyung suddenly stood and pulled you up with him, “Let’s get breakfast.”

“And get a discount at Hyuna’s again,” you cracked a smile at Taehyung and he smiled even wider, shaking his head.

“Believe it or not, I know a lot about restaurants around here. There’s this little diner about twenty minutes from here.”

“Or, really?”

“Will you allow me the honor of buying you a meal once again, my lady,” Taehyung did an awkward bow, but the sentiment was there.

“Of course, you owe me.” You squeezed Taehyung’s cheek and laughed. “I’m just going to take a shower, first, okay?”

“Mind if I join?”

“You can’t take a shower with me, Tae.”

“We took one together last night,” he called out as you walked into the bathroom, but you rolled your eyes and closed the door behind you. You realized just how persistent Taehyung was.

After wasting something like ten minutes fending Taehyung off, who adamant on saving water by having a party in your shower, you were able to cleanse yourself. You wrapped your wet hair into a low bun and hurriedly got dressed, lazily throwing on a white tee and some leggings. While you were getting dressed, you let Taehyung know he could still use the shower if he wanted, but he refused, insisting that he’d take one at his own home. You were convinced he was just the slightest upset he wasn’t able to get you in the shower with him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to pity the pervert.

The weekend passes with a blur of memories. You were grateful to Taehyung. When he wasn’t keeping you company as you studied with his head against your shoulder or in your lap while watching TV, he was dragging you to his favorite restaurants and diners and parks. You’d even gone dog-walking with him and Mickey.

All the excitement was pushing Jungkook out of your mind. And when he did start to consume your thoughts when you were alone, you’d start exchanging memes with Taehyung, things along the lines of ‘this is you’ to relatable posts. Somehow, sleeping with Taehyung had become a thing, too; more along the lines of friends with benefits than an actual relationship. And you knew Taehyung felt the same way, since after all, you knew he still went out on dates to find ‘the one who will steal his heart at first sight’.

At that moment, you were watching an anime Taehyung had brought over.

“This one is really good, Jungkook let me borrow it.” You felt something tighten in your chest. “He’s so stupid. He thinks that when he hears a bell, he’s seen the love of his life.”

“Is that so,” you voiced quietly. “Stupid.”

“Right. Popcorn?” Taehyung positioned himself so his head lay in your lap, and you shook your head, letting your fingers run through his hair.

“Your hair’s so soft,” you mumbled through the opening scenes. Taehyung gave you a small smile before force-feeding you popcorn. “Are you trying to tell me to shut up?”

“Yes. So, y/n, be quiet.” You laugh quietly and begin to actually pay attention to the movie. However, about halfway through, Taehyung just becomes dead weight. He’d fallen asleep. It was the middle of the day, and Taehyung had fallen asleep. Just how tired was the guy?

You tried to sit through the movie and enjoy it, but your legs were getting tired and static-y. They’d fallen asleep. The movie was good, no doubt, but you just couldn’t sit in that position for any longer. You shook Taehyung’s shoulder. He stirred in his sleep but didn’t open his eyes. You sighed.

You heard the door click and your eyes widened. You shook Taehyung again, but to no avail, he tossed onto his side and breathed a deep sigh. The guy must have been exhausted or something; he was normally a light sleeper as far as you could tell.

“Y/N! You’re home?! Hobi’s here!”

“Hey,” you heard Hoseok call from the entrance. If they turned this corner…

“Oh?” The surprise could be heard in Jiyeon’s voice. You hadn’t exactly told her you’d been hooking up with the frat boy for the past week, and while you hadn’t exactly been sneaking around, you weren’t exactly explicit with the relationship you had going on, either.

“So this has been where the little Gucci prince has been hiding.”

“He’s been here?” Jiyeon turned to Hoseok with a weird expression, almost of disbelief.

“Probably? When he is home, he’s always running out or talking on the phone. He’s been calling someone ‘kitten’.” You rolled your eyes at that one. Taehyung called just about anyone kitten; on all your outings, whenever running into a girl he knew, he’d insincerely toss the little pet name around.

“Tae’s just been hanging out with me.”

“So you’re over Jungkook?”

“I’ve been over him,” you drawled. “Hoseok, can you help me? My legs fell asleep.” Hoseok gave you a sheepish smile, as if he knew something you didn’t and was guilty, and walked over. Without warning, he lifted his leg and landed a kick on Taehyung’s butt. Taehyung shot awake, to say the least, sitting up and staring past Hoseok in shock.

“What happened?”

“Stop being a leech,” a smiley Hoseok muttered.

“I’m still shocked,” Jiyeon mumbled from the sidelines. “When did that start?”

“Jiyeon,” you dragged a hand down your face. You didn’t want to talk about it now, especially not with your partner-in-crime sitting next to you. You stood up and walked into the kitchen to shake away the static in your legs, Jiyeon following close behind.

“Since when?”

“Last week.” You kept your answers short and frank. Straight to the point. When Jiyeon asked ‘do you like him’, you said ‘he’s a friend’. When she asked if he was big, you said ‘he’s packing’ in Tae’s tone. When she asked if he was good, you said ‘great’.

“Better than Jungkook?”

You opened your mouth and closed it. You were happy you were speaking in hushed whispers while Hoseok was seemingly lecturing Taehyung about the chores we was slacking off on back at the BTS house. For lack of an answer, you grabbed the last water bottle in the fridge and chugged.

“Y/n, come on, answer.” You’d chugged too fast. Your eyes darted around looking for a way to escape. “Y/n,” Jiyeon gave you that mom look, the one that meant if you delay the answer a second later, something bad was going to happen. You doubted anything would actually happen, but the look itself was scary.

“I don’t know,” you answered with desperation. “I was with that coconut for a night,” you kneeled against the kitchen counter and let your head lay against the surface. “It wasn’t anything special but I can’t forget. And I don’t know why—I know I hate him, but I can’t forget. Tae… he helps me forget. And that’s good. He’s nice, he’s got great hips, and he’s considerate. Sometimes I think he knows I can’t forget, even if I haven’t told him I screwed his goddamn fraternity brother, but he still keeps me company. I don’t have much of a chance to remember him. And I certainly don’t go looking for him.”

“Y/n.”

“What,” you cry out, turning and ending up sitting on the ground. You leaned your head against the cupboards and looked up at Jiyeon, who kneeled down to be closer to eye-level.

“You know what that’s called?”

“Trauma?”

“No. That’s called infatuation.” Jiyeon pressed a finger to her bottom lip and looked up with a bit of confusion in her expression, “I think. You’ve got a crush on Jungkook and you’re trying to deny it.”

“I don’t think crushed work for people you hate. Maybe it’s just that he annoys me so much.”

“That’s silly. I think you should talk to him.”

You stared at Jiyeon like she was crazy. Why would you go and talk to him. Wasn’t she listening to anything you said? Couldn’t she just pick up on the signs? You wanted nothing to do with the guy.

“No, I’m not joking, y/n. Go and talk to him.”

“And say what?” You crushed the empty water bottle in your hands, “I keep thinking about you, I think to the point where it’s almost obsessive, so I had a counseling session with my friend-slash-roommate. She’s studying to be a therapist. Oh! And by the way, she says that it seems like I have a crush on you. I’ve hated you since day one, but let’s roll with it, oh, and I’m still really sorry about puking all over your feet that day.”

“You puked on him,” Jiyeon wrinkled her nose. “Some guys might be into that, but I’m pretty sure it’s a deal-breaker for most.”

“Jiyeon,” you hissed.

“Sorry. But that’s pretty nasty. But if it makes you feel better, that’s a good place to start.”

“I’m not talking to him.”

“Y/n—”

“Y/n,” Taehyung interrupted your roommate. You stood up and smiled at the boy. He still looked slightly tired, but in comparison to how he looked when he first showed up at your doorstep, your realized he looked much better. “I was going to go to the store to get some groceries; did you want to come?”

Realizing this was an escape, you jumped at the chance. “Yeah, let me get a sweater.” Out of the corner of your eyes, you noticed Jiyeon glaring at you.

“I’ll be here,” Tae gave you his signature sweet smile and you returned it, mouthing a ‘later’ to Jiyeon as you made your way to your bedroom. You grabbed the first sweater you found, which just so happened to be a Gucci sweater Taehyung had left at your place. You’d worn some of his clothes out before so you knew he didn’t care, tossing it on over your tattered tee you got from working at the pizza shop back in high school.

When you emerged from your room, Taehyung was leaning against the wall on his phone, Jiyeon and Hoseok on the couch trying to find something to watch. You walked up to Taehyung and glanced at the screen; pictures of a puppy.

“I want one,” he muttered.

“Isn’t Mickey at the frat house?”

“Jungkook’s monopolized the poor guy. Come on; maybe you can see him, I need to get the car keys from home.”

“I don’t want to see Coconut-Head,” you crinkle your nose.

Taehyung chuckled, “I meant Mickey. Jungkook should be at the gym or something. Let’s go.”

You followed Taehyung to the frat house, shivering as you trekked across campus in the frigid air. In the middle of November, you couldn’t help but anticipate how cold the next month would be.

When the frat house finally did come into view, you began to lose interest in the conversation Taehyung had started, and began to fear the unknown. You knew Tae had said Jungkook wouldn’t be there, but you just couldn’t get over the possibility of the ‘what-ifs’. Taehyung pushed open the door and allowed you to feel the warm air from inside the house, and you embraced it.

“It smells good in here,” you commented. You hadn’t been back at the frat house since the day the guys had lit blunts in the living room.

“Jin’s been simmering fruits and cinnamon for the past few days. He couldn’t smell it when he did it, but the scent’s actually really strong.” You mentally took note. “I think he’s in his room, so you should go see him. I’m gonna get the keys and then we can head to the parking garage.” You nodded and Taehyung rushed off, but by the time you took your first step in a random direction, you realized you had never even seen the door to your elder brother’s room, and if you had, you hadn’t noticed. You awkwardly looked around before shoveling around in your pockets, pulling out your phone to send a text.

y/n

[Sat, Nov 14, 2:34 PM]

hey, at the frat. come out of your room and see me?

His reply was immediate.

big bro

[Sat, Nov 14, 2:34 PM]

not home; text u l8r

“Ew.”

You slowly looked up from your cell phone.

“Do you ever wear a shirt?” The words spilled from your mouth in a hurry, almost like a self-defense mechanism.

“I do. But this is the safety of my home; you’re trespassing.”

“I was invited. Pretty sure you’re not the only resident,” you crossed your arms and stared hard at Jungkook’s nose. You would not let your eyes wander down his torso. Not even to further examine the v-line situation he had going on.

“Taehyung invited you, huh?” You didn’t respond. “Guess you’re his new fling of the month.” Jungkook began to smirk as he challenged your stare-down.

Your eyes narrowed, “We’re just friends. If you don’t mind, I’d like to wait in patience.” Jungkook just stared back for a moment, making you realize more and more just how much you wanted to wipe that smirk off his face. With a slap. Or maybe you could just kiss it off. He had nice lips. Your eyes continued to wander.

“No!”

“What,” Jungkook raised an eyebrow. “My eyes are up here.” You looked up at the ceiling and breathed out exasperatedly. Now he knew you were looking. “Anyway, come here.”

“What? So you can kill me?”

“Just come on,” Jungkook didn’t turn to make sure you were following him, and when he began to disappear around the corner, you finally gave up and followed. He walked fluidly with large strides. You took notice of how his arms swung with each step and how his shoulder blades slightly moved as he swung.

He suddenly stopped and you found yourself lurching into him. Although you stopped as quickly as you could, your nose still brushed against his bare back.

“Are you trying to sniff me?” Jungkook turned to glare at you, raising his arm and sniffing himself. He shrugged, almost as if he was telling himself he smelled fine.

“No!” There was no way you could even think about what he smelled like when you were so distracted by his muscles. Speaking of muscles… “I thought you were supposed to be at the gym.”

“Stalking me? Or did you ask Tae for a rundown of my schedule?”

You rolled your eyes, “If anything, it’s just precautionary measures. Not like I aim to run into you.”

“What do you expect when you come to my home? It’s supposed to be a safe haven for me, you know. You don’t find me showing up at your doorstep unannounced. Or at all.”

Point taken, you thought. You realized you were stationed outside Jungkook’s room as he swung the door open. When he entered, you awkwardly stood in the doorway, looking around. His room hadn’t changed much, if at all, since the last time you’d seen it. Maybe it was a little cleaner? Jungkook had clearly been doing laundry, you realized, noticing the stack of folded clothes at the foot of his bed.

“Oof!” Darkness consumed you as fabric inhibited your vision. You pulled it off your face and examined the article of clothing. “Why are you handing me a dress?” You looked for Jungkook, only to see his butt poking out of his closet as he dug around inside.

“It’s a sorry gift.”

“Since when are we close enough to be getting each other gifts?”

“Since you started hanging around my roommates and I found out you were one of their sisters. Only time.” Jungkook straightened up and turned to you. A small gift wrapped box was in his hands. “Catch.”The toss was perfect, but your ability to catch thrown objects wasn’t. You dropped the box, earning a little dent in the corner.

“What’s this?”

“Don’t open it until you’re home. I mean it. If you open it, this truce will be over.”

“What truce?” Your voice began to rise. “I don’t understand any of this. Why are you being so nice? I thought you didn’t have a heart!”

“Who said I didn’t have a heart,” Jungkook crossed his arms across his chest and you couldn’t help but take notice of how his biceps bulged with the simplest of actions. Your mouth opened and closed. You imagined how you looked right now to Jungkook. Probably like a fish out of water.

“I...I didn’t say that.”

“You just did,” Jungkook’s eyebrows furrowed.

“I just mean...ugh, you’re so mean!” You couldn’t help but start to go on a rant. It was like word-vomit. Where was Taehyung? He was only supposed to get the car keys, dammit.

“I’m… mean? What are you, a child?”

“Yes, you’re mean! Since day one! I didn’t do anything to you! Okay, maybe I did, but is it really that serious? When Jin was sick and puked all over my favorite teddy bear, I was mad at him for a bit, but it wasn’t that serious. It was materialistic. I could buy another one. Sure there was sentiment, but I still had the memories. Before he puked on Mr. BunBun, of course.” You notice he mouths the name of your stuffed animal. “Ugh, I’m going off topic. You’re mean! You throw ugly glares at me, not that you’re ugly, but it makes me feel sick to my stomach. And then I get angry, too. Why do you make me so angry? And then you let me ride you but—”

You didn’t realize when Jungkook had gotten so close. He grabs both your wrists lightly and stares down at you. Your jaw has slackened, confused, and you stare up into his eyes. You can’t trace any emotion, almost as if he’s guarded himself. At least it wasn’t the same cold glare he’d always given you before. His eyes were just blank.

“For the record, I didn’t really let you. You forced me.”

“You forced a kiss on me.”

“So that’s how it happened.” Both you and Jungkook turned to find Taehyung in the doorway, peaking in slightly. “You guys are so odd.”

“Tae,” you yelped, stepping backwards from Jungkook, but you realized your hands were still in his grasp. You roughly shook your wrists free.

“What the hell,” were the words that left Jungkook’s lips.

“Oh, no need to be shy, kiddos. I knew all about the little fling.”

“You told him?” Jungkook shot an accusing glare at you.

“No!”

“You told me,” Taehyung smiled smugly at his friend. “Well, not necessarily. But you should really learn how to use a phone in the middle of hookups. I might be an idiot sometimes, but I’m pretty sure there’s a red ‘decline call’ button right next to the green one.” You could see Jungkook’s cheeks get red, and as you thought back, your own cheeks tinted rose pink as well. You remembered you’d made your move when Jungkook was texting that girl.

“Don’t worry, I hung up when I realized what was going on.”

“That’s not I was worrying about,” Jungkook covered his red face with his hands.

“Anyway, are you ready, y/n? Or would you rather stay here with Kookie?” You glanced at Jungkook, who had turned around to calm himself down, or at least that’s what you thought.

“No. I’ll come. I’m coming,” you assured Taehyung.

“I’m gonna start heading to the garage. If you don’t hurry, I’m leaving without you.”

“I’m coming,” you said again, taking the first step to follow the guy, but unfortunately, Jungkook didn’t think your conversation was over.

“Listen…”

“I need to go.” You avoided his eyes. Maybe if you were in some cliche love story, Jungkook would force you to look at him, but his touch only burned around your wrist, your heart beating just that much faster.

“I’m sorry. I don’t have much to say, and I’ll admit I was probably childish, too, but I’ll try to be nicer.”

“Whatever.”

Jungkook let you go. “Accept my apology?”

“I need to go. I’ll think about it.” But what you meant was ‘you’re already 90% forgiven.’ And that was the truth, no matter how hard you tried to reignite the hatred you had for him over a week ago.

“Oh, and y/n.”

“What?” You drawed out the vowel, “I need to hurry.”

“Mr. BunBun?”

“He was a bunny,” you exclaimed, your cheeks turning pink again as you ran away towards Taehyung.

Taehyung stopped the car in a far space in the parking lot of the grocery store. At this point, you weren’t even sure why you’d tagged along. Sure you wanted to escape the situation with Jiyeon, but honestly, you could have come up with another excuse of just go elsewhere. It wasn’t like Jiyeon would torture you. Or maybe she would…

“Alright, I’ve got my list. I’ll text you a screenshot of it so we can finish this fast?” You just nodded, following the red-head into the store. Once you reached the entrance, Taehyung grabbed a large shopping cart and pushed it. He peered down at his phone while he forwarded the list to your phone, and you had to guide the cart whenever he almost bumped into someone. Finally, he looked up at the same time your phone dinged with an incoming message/

“This is a lot,” you blinked up at Taehyung. He had sent about three pictures to you, and it seemed like it was only the bottom half. “Is there an apocalypse I didn’t know about? Are you going into hibernation?”

“Food goes quick at the frat. We shop bi-weekly; it’s my turn to go shopping.” Taehyung looked up at the aisle guides, looking for his first target.

“Oh, look at you being all responsible,” you reached up and squeezed his cheek to which he gently patted your hand away.

“If I didn’t, Hoseok would burn my clothes.”

“Oh,” you paused. “I’m going to get the eggs,” you finally said after a silent moment of you following Taehyung down the spices aisle. With a rush, you walked towards the back and found all the dairy.

2 GAL. WHOLE MILK

1 CASE EGGS/AA

HALF&HALF

BUTTER-CAN’T BELIEVE ITS NOT BUTTER KIND

SOUR CREAM

LOTS OF WHIPPED CREAM-IN CAN

YOGURT

HEAVY CREAM

As you traveled further down the list, you began to see other things.

VODKA

PERSIMMON VINEGAR

APPLE CIDER VINEGAR

ROCKY ROAD ICE CREAM

PISTACHIOS

GIN

CLUB SODA/TONIC

BABY WASH

You raised an eyebrow. Baby wash? What in the world did they need baby wash for? You shook your head in disbelief and gathered as much as you can in one arm and the case of eggs in another before heading back to where you’d left Taehyung. He was walking up and down the aisle, looking for something. Placing all the diary you’d acquired in the cart, you tugged on his sweatshirt.

“What are you looking for?”

“Charcoal.”

You awkwardly looked at Taehyung before taking in your surroundings. “I don’t think you’ll find it here.”

“I’m in the wrong store?” Taehyung gazed back at you with a blank expression and you couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your throat.

“No, Tae, you’re in the spices aisle. You need to go to household,” you pointed in the direction. “How many times have you gone shopping alone?”

“Never?” Taehyung leaned against the cart, only for it to roll away from him due to the applied pressure. He nearly fell, but grabbed the cart and made a smooth recovery.

“I usually take someone with me and we wander the aisles together.” Tae began to gesture wildly as if he was telling a story about his adventure with Indiana Jones. “Yoongi always treats me to lamb skewers afterwards, but lately he’s only been taking Jungkook.”

“Poor child.”

“I’ll treat you after,” Taehyung said, randomly picking up a canister of what appeared to be paprika.

“No, that’s fine. You always treat me, I got you this time,” you began to push the cart instead of Taehyung. From this point on, splitting up would only make you do all the work, so why not just stay together?

Once you’d finished gathering all the items on the list and checked out, with a marvellous grand total of almost more than a thousand dollars (Taehyung had to convince you that it was normal since apparently, the average budget for one person was almost two hundred). You still couldn’t believe it, though, and you watched him swipe his black card without batting an eye. You guessed it probably didn’t affect him much, since you knew all about the luxuries he possessed in his closet, but still.

You followed Taehyung out the exit only to find yourself bumping into his back.

“Hey, y/n… Mind going back inside to buy an umbrella?”

“It’s raining?” You peered from behind Taehyung to see raindrops falling heavily. “And you parked so far, too,” you groaned. Nevertheless, you huffed and went back inside, grabbing a large umbrella that you has to pay almost twenty bucks for. You pulled the umbrella out of its little sheathe and began to undo the little buckle, eyes searching for the dude. You knew it was cold, but with the rain, you couldn’t help but shiver. Realizing that Taehyung had probably gone outside, you walked out, only to find Taehyung trying to stuff bags under his sweater. This was an incredulous scene, seeing as there was way more groceries than there were fabric. And you knew no matter how good the Gucci material was, there was no way it could get away without a little wear and tear.

Taehyung was just standing there, trembling as he shoved can after can into his pockets, rain causing his dyed hair to trail red streaks down his neck.

“Why didn’t you try doing that inside the store,” you asked, wondering why he had even bothered in the first place. No matter what, the groceries were going to get read. Feeling pitiful, you hid the umbrella behind you, even though you knew he could still see the large object. But he hadn’t just yet..

“Did you get the umbrella?” Taehyung gave up and replaced the cans in the cart, rain starting to fall harder in huge droplets. You felt them thump against your head and your body shivered. “Though, there’s not use now. Come on, I’ll turn on the heat in the car.” Taehyung took the umbrella from your hands and tossed it in the cart. “Get in.”

“What?”

“Get in the cart, y/n.”

“I’m gonna crush the groceries,” you stared back at him wide-eyed. You thought about the eggs you’d picked up.

“They’re in the little baby slot,” you still shook your head. Without warning, Taehyung grabbed you around the waist and hoisted you up.

“Okay, okay! I’ll just hold on to the cart from the front. Happy?”

“Fine,” Taehyung pouted. You did as promised and climbed up on the little stand where you’d usually put cases of water. Once Taehyung was sure you wouldn’t fly off, he lurched forward with a run. With the weight of the groceries and you, you were a bit surprised to see that the cart was moving as fast as it was. At about 6 miles per hour.

When Taehyung finally did get to the car, something like five minutes later (double the time you’d taken to get to the store, but it felt like a year), he simply tossed you the keys with a word. “Heat,” he’d said, letting you know he’d toss the groceries in the trunk. Not literally. No one wants egg shells and yolk all over the car.

After some debate, Taehyung finally decided on just dropping you off at home, insisting he needed to run more errands once he got home, including wiping down the wet groceries. When you offered to help, he just insisted you had better things to do, which you might have, but it didn’t mean you’d rather do those things than hang out with the good.

“But I didn’t buy the lamb skewers,” you tried as a last resort. Despite not wanting to see Jungkook (okay, you lied. You kinda did want to see him), you did want to repay some of Taehyung’s overt kindness.

“Next time. And you can buy me a feast of noodles, too.” Taehyung gave you a smile before unlocking the doors to the car. You sighed and pulled the umbrella out, opening it as you stepped out. You came to realize that Taehyung would need some help carrying the amount of groceries from the parking garage, but when you tried to argue against it, he assured you he’d get some help. “Don’t forget this,” Taehyung held out the little yellow box Jungkook had tossed to you earlier.

“Thanks,” you muttered. “Bye, Tae. Be safe.”

“I’m going back to my dorm, y/n, not going to war.”

“Still.”

“I’ll text you later. Maybe you can help me warm up later,” Taehyung added a wink before bidding you goodbye.

Inside your dorm, it was freezing. Jiyeon had left a note on the kitchen counter telling you she had gone out with some friends to a club. You felt kinda disappointed—you were her roommate and she rarely invited you out anymore. While you were originally super close, you couldn’t help but feel you’d grown distant. The more you thought about it, you also began to feel like it was your fault. When Jiyeon tried to find out what was going on with you, you weren’t always very open. You’d have to try harder, you told yourself.

You could hear the rain fall harder and harder, pattering against your windows, and the sound made you feel even colder, shaking you to your bones. You sighed and went over to the thermostat, turning on the heat before plopping down on the couch. You pulled off Taehyung’s sweater you’d swiped and your pants, leaving you in just your panties and your tattered tee. You switched on the television and realized that the anime Taehyung had brought over earlier was still in the DVD player, so you changed the input to watch from beginning to end.

Ding! Halfway through the movie, your phone rang with the tone of an incoming message. Maybe it was Jiyeon telling you that she’d be coming back soon. Maybe it was Tae asking to come over.

You absentmindedly searched through the pockets of the shedded clothes’ damp pockets. When you did find the device, you unlocked your phone with a swipe and glanced down. It wasn’t necessarily a text message, but an email notification. More specifically a reminder from your physics teacher.

PROFESSOR CHO

[TWO MINS AGO]

DO NOT FORGET TO TURN IN YOUR PRESENTATIONS BY MIDNIGHT. BE READY TO PRESENT TOMORROW.

Tomorrow?! Your eyes widened at the words and your heart sunk. What day was it?

Upon realization, you cursed yourself and stood. Did Jungkook read the email? Did he put together the presentation? You’d done your part, hadn’t you? Why were you bullshitting yourself—all you’d done was run the experiment. Obviously you needed to help create the presentation, otherwise when you did present, you’d totally end up failing.

+82-9-086-8752

[THIS NUMBER IS NOT IN YOUR CONTACTS. REPORT SPAM?]

[A MIN AGO]

coming over.

Your heart jumped into your throat. What? Okay, you understood why he was coming over, but shouldn’t he ask first?! You began to panic. Your dorm was across campus, so you definitely had time to clean up. Ugh, you were getting so stressed over nothing. The sound of the rain pitter-pattering outside mixed with the whirring of the heater working its magic did nothing to calm you, instead doing the complete opposite. You switched off the television again and began to rid the room and immediate entrance of anything that did not belong or even remotely looked out of place.

Too soon. Too soon, you heard the knock against your front door. With a quick peek through the peephole, you saw the coconut-head perpetrator. You slowly opened the door, and when you saw his face, your nerves sparked.

“Hey,” Jungkook drawled. He looked you up and down, and you followed his gaze.

“Pants,” you hissed, leaving the door open and running into your bedroom.

“I didn’t come over for that reason,” you heard Jungkook call out. You felt your face flush red as you looked for a pair of sweatpants. You managed to dig out a pair of Puma joggers and pulled on another one of the hoodies Taehyung had left. You realized, sooner or later, you’d have to sort through everything and make sure Taehyung wasn’t leaving a wardrobe behind.

“If you had, you’d find your ass outside,” you bit back, but you knew if he had advanced, you’d probably welcome it. God, what was wrong with you? “You’re here for the presentation? I just woke up,” you lied. “I like to sleep without pants.” That wasn’t a lie.

“Uh-huh.” You walked out of your room to find Jungkook shaking his umbrella in the hallway before locking the door and setting the umbrella down. He had a backpack on, and you knew it contained his laptop. “I almost forgot about the project.”

“Same here…”

Jungkook glanced at you as he opened the laptop, “Did you open it?”

“What?”

“The box.”

So much is happening today, you thought. “I’ll open it now. What’s in it, anyway?”

“Open it.” You tried to look around for the little yellow box before you remembered you’d tossed it into your bedroom with the rest of the stuff while you were ‘cleaning’ up. You picked it up and uncovered the box finding layer upon layer of tissue paper.

“Is there actually anything in here?”

“Mm-hmm,” by now, Jungkook was stationed at the table you’d previously worked at together. He was doing that thing again. Where he found a mistake in his work and he clenched his jaw before returning to the previous expression. Except, that previous expression was nonexistent, and his tongue was in his cheek. That was somewhat attractive, too. “Open.”

“Oh, yeah,” you tossed the contents onto the table, searching through the contents until you saw it. Purple lace. “What the fuck is this?”

“A thong. G-string, to be precise.”

“Let me be clear, why the fuck is this in here? Or rather, why did you think it was appropriate to give me a pair of panties?”

“Relax, they’re brand new.” You could see a bit of amusement in his expression and Taehyung continued to vigorously type.

“Dude--”

“They’re Tae’s favorite color.”

“I don’t care if they’re my favorite color! What—”

“You’re screwing him, aren’t you?”

Your heart sunk for what seemed like the hundredth time that day. You began to awkwardly chuckled. “So what if I am?”

“Just be happy I thought of you. Fighting!” You heard Jungkook ass something under his breath.

“What was that?”

“Don’t get pregnant.”

And cue the anger. The fiery red emotion that had been misplaced was suddenly awakened with just this one statement, and you lurched forward, attacking Jungkook. There was no sexual intent at all, no matter how many times you’d thought of him before. Your hand came down and swiped at his face, leaving a red swell on his cheek. You felt warmth trickle down your cheek. Angry tears.

“Who are you to tell me to not get pregnant, asshole?! Why are you so thick-headed?” You were losing your rationale. Jungkook had grabbed your wrists to prevent you from inflicting further pain on him, but he stared up at you in confusion. While he could have just as easily forced you off of him, he just lay there on the hard ground while angry fat drops of salt water leaked from your eyes. The rain had competition.

“What, you don’t like purple?”

“Fuck you,” you hissed, trying to stand, but with Jungkook gripping your wrists as tight as he was, it wasn’t possible for you. You didn't give up, though. The silence was deafening, besides your occasional grunt as you tried to gain release.

Suddenly, darkness consumed the room.

“Power’s out,” Jungkook finally said after a moment. You didn’t say anything, just sat in Jungkook’s lap as he pointed out the obvious. Light only glared from his laptop, but the light was dim since it had gone into sleep mode. You felt the warmth disappear from you as Jungkook finally released you, and with the dim light, he moved to your fridge.

“What are you doing?” Your voice was croaky from crying. You probably looked like some madwoman, exploding like that. Anger was an emotion not too far away, but you were consumed by the feeling of exhaustion, a result of letting out your tears.

“I like eating ice cream in the dark.” Jungkook quickly turned the laptop in his direction in order to see the inside of the dark box, but lucky for him, all that was left was the pint of ice cream Jiyeon had brought home before. You desperately need to go on another trip to the store. When it wasn’t raining.

“Are you okay now?” Somehow he was able to find a spoon despite the darkness of the room and he came back and sat down next to you, and while you couldn’t exactly see him perfectly, his expression was it’s normal stoic one. You didn’t know if he could seem but you just nodded. Once. “So, I’m thick-headed? Care to explain.” You shook your head. He seemed to be able to tell what you were doing. “Want some ice cream?” You shook your head again. “Eat some ice cream. I hear girls like to eat ice cream when they cry.”

Your hands moved to wipe away dry tears but you took the pint away from him, using his spoon to scoop ice cream. “It’s cold,” you mumbled through the mouthful.

“Pretty sure that’s why people call it ice cream.” You shook your head, your lips twitching slightly. “This is pretty cool, huh?”

“What?” You handed Jungkook back the pint of ice cream. You’d much rather prefer a drink in your system.

“The power got knocked out because of the storm, so now we’re sitting on your kitchen floor eating ice cream and chatting while rain is pouring outside, and I think I’m loving this.” While you wanted to point out that it was him doing all the talking, you just peered at him. His laptop screen went completely dark, and you wondered if there had been light, would you have been able to see any emotion in his eyes.

You felt Jungkook’s arms encircle you.

“Is this... A hug?”

“Shut up.”

a/n: lol, sorry for the lack of smut, but there was really no place to put it. Well... maybe at the end. But I wanted to leave it till the next part. 

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVE / MERRY CHRISTMAS (depending on where you live)!

I believe there will only be about two parts left and then you’ll have to say goodbye to this short series :’) 

ALSOOOOOO TOMORROW NIGHT 7PM PST I WILL BE DROPPING HONEY, GOLD, & GUCCI A KTH SMUT. PLEASE CHECK MY UPDATES here TO FIND OUT MORE ABOUT IT.

THANKS AGAIN FOR READING (and who knows, maybe I can spruce up a lil chapter for Cold tomorrow too... ;) )

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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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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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Gravestone

TREAT

Pairing: JUNGKOOK X READER

REQUESTED ( i deleted it cus im an idiot sorry )

Summary: “I want it written on my gravestone ‘Jungkook did this.’ ”

Genre: smut, fukboy au!, humour

Length: 1.2k

A/N: make sure you tell me what you thought cus daily posting is H A R D 

"You can write this in stone," you slurred, hand swinging the red cup filled with what you assumed was beer vaguely in front of you at Jeongguk's laughing figure, "you can have it written on my gravestone. Jeon Jeongguk did this."

In reality, all Jeongguk had done was win the fourth round of beer pong against you, however, he was smirking at you in a way that made your heart speed up and it annoyed you, therefore you wouldn't stop babbling about how he was killing you.

"If I die, know it's all your fault," you prodded your finger into his bare chest, but to your surprise, he grabbed you by the arm and pulled you into his bare chest. Jeogguk was dressed as a 'firefighter' which consisted of a pair of navy sweatpants and yellow suspenders over his tanned body that was more reminiscent of a Greek God than a firefighter.

"I can put out your fire babe," he was smiling down at you, his breath warm against your face and you laughed, his hands moved down your back, over the black fabric of your 'police' uniform coming to a halt at your belt, which he hooked his fingers into to drag you closer to him.

There was something about Jeongguk, when intoxicated the boy seemed to ooze sex and for once you were happy to follow his advances as you pulled at a suspender, letting it snap against his skin when his hand landed a bit too far down, "careful, I might have to arrest you."

"Get a room you two," Jimin laughed, shoving you closer together so Jeongguk had to wrap his muscular arms around you to keep you from falling, looking up you laughed at the blush that had blossomed over his face as he glanced down your low cut top to see your cleavage now pressed against his bare chest.

Jeongguk wasn't sure what came over him, or he wasn't willing to admit it but before you could complain he had scooped you up so your legs were on his waist, "wanna try sliding down my pole in my room?" He began to make his way through the crowd of the frat party and towards the stairs, as he climbed them you finally realised why his words sounded so weird to you.

"I didn't realise I was about to fuck Jin, ease off on the puns big boy, or else you're under arrest for kidnapping my heart," you laughed finishing off your pun with a wink that had Jeongguk laughing so hard he nearly dropped you. There were few times you had heard Jeongguk laugh this hard, and it only made you grin as you rested your head against his shoulder.

Jeongguk managed to stumble up the last few steps, before slamming his back into the wall as you nipped at his neck, "aish stop it you tease." You laughed again, beginning to pay more attention to trying to mark the section as he continued to stumble towards his room.

Finally, as he slammed the door, you jumped off of his waist and walked towards his bed, trying to hide your smile at the Iron Man sheets that he obviously meant to change, "nice sheets-" you couldn't finish your statement as his lips slammed against yours, his hands instantly moved up your sides as he began to move you back until your knees were touching the bed frame.

"You kiss like your the same age as the kids these sheets were originally designed for," you giggled, Jeongguk, however, did not find your statement funny as he sat on the bed and let you climb onto his lap, looking up at you he pulled his bottom lip through his teeth before he moved forward to kiss you, which you reciprocated but only to keep him from realising what you were up to.

Slowly, you held one of his hands and moved it above his head, before doing the same with the hand that had been slowly pulling your skirt up to rest around your waist, and with two clicks you had Jeongguk secured to his bedpost with the cheap handcuffs that had come with your costume.

"Y/N WHAT THE FUCK?" he yelled, tugging at the handcuffs, his eyes were wide with surprise as he tried to move his neck to see what was stopping him from being able to touch you any more or touch the growing member in his sweatpants.

You didn't answer him, instead, you pulled your skirt back down from your waist and smiled at him before climbing onto his lap, "how about I give you something to write on your gravestone." You leant down and pressed a kiss to the tip of his sloping nose, then you kissed his cheeks and slowly made your way to his mouth where you placed a delicate kiss on the side of his mouth, trying not to laugh at the whine that left his mouth when you moved to his neck.

"Stop being a damn tease," he growled but you were only starting, as you pulled a yellow suspender up and with  a smirk at jeongguk you let it go to snap against his skin, but he wasn't complaining instead he let out a long moan, his eyes widening in shock at the sounds he was making.

But you were preoccupied with what was under his sweatpants and as you slowly lowered them down his thighs, you looked up at Jeonguk with a knowing look, "going commando? really?" Jeongguk had turned his head to the side as he bit into his lip, determined not to make any more sounds or answer your questions.

"Undo these," he muttered, and with a smile, you moved back up his body so you were looking him in the eyes, as you raised an eyebrow he looked away, "please." That was finally when you moved to undo them, but not before you pulled his lip into your mouth, sucking it until he let out another delicious moan and then you turned all of your attention to undoing the plastic handcuffs.

"Small problem, I don't think they open once they're shut," you looked down at him and watched as he frowned before his entire bicep tensed, and you watched in awe as he yanked harshly and the cuffs fell off as if they were made of paper.

"Such a tease and you're going to pay for it," he grabbed your arm, and flipped you over giving you a knowing smirk, "if I fuck you so well it kills you, can I get a shoutout on your gravestone still?"

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This Moment

Cory (24K) x Y/N (Reader) Genre: Fluff af Count: I didn’t do a count lol whoops Rating: K Warning: So sweet it will make your tooth hurt Requested: Yes! Thank you for requesting!

Yes, I am super corny. Leave me alone, alright? Anyway, I love Cory with kids (or basically anyone from 24K with babies but I digress) so enjoy this little some some~ I didn’t proof this lol 

“Call me if anything happens, Cory,” you said with a mild glare at your husband. “I’m serious. I don’t need another call from Kisu about you falling off the roof.”

“One time!” He shouted in defense, holding your six month son in his lap. The sound startled the poor baby, his dark eyes wide while you gave him a smooch.

Patting your son’s curling hair, you gave Cory another look before grabbing your purse from the table, “I’ll be back soon. Don’t give dad a hard time, okay, love?”

His response was a huge smile that lifted his chubby cheeks, showing off his gums. Once you were finally out the door, Cory picked up Cole to face him before giving him a kiss on his cheek. “Okay, little guy. Let’s get you ready for the beach with your uncles. How’s that sound?”

An hour and a half later, Cole was happily flinging sand above his head and into Jeonguk’s face. The three youngest encouraged this behaviour by clapping and laughing along.

He pouted at the giggling baby, “I’m beginning to think you don’t like me.”

Cory siphoned chips from Kisu’s fingers, “If it makes you feel better, he likes me more than Y/N.”

Not able to hold his laughter, Hui shook his head, “So we’re just going to forget all the times Cole cried when you picked him up but when Y/N carried him, he was smiling?”

“Yup,” their leader agreed with a mouth full of chips.

Scooping up Cole in his arms, Jinhong settled him on his hips before nodding towards the peaceful waters, “Alright, me and my nephew are going to have some fun without you old men.”

One by one the members decided to join Jinhong, until it was only Kisu and Cory lounging around under the large umbrella. They took in the rare, few moments of silence but, per usual, it never lasts long.

Kisu turned his dark gaze to his leader and studied him for a lengthy second. Just as he was going to ask him to kindly stop trying to undress him with his eyes, he spoke, “Did you ever think we’d be here, in this moment, all those years ago?”

“Like on a beach, watching my son be used to lure in women?”

“No, I mean, you being a father and us - just...living normal, happy lives?”

It took a moment for Cory to answer. All the members had someone significant in their lives, almost all of them married by this point, save for the youngest. If someone had told him he would meet a beautiful girl while on tour in America and they would fall in love, leading to this life he cherished so much, he wouldn’t believe them. He had been drowning in writing music and doing a lot of radio hosting. It almost seemed like a life time ago, which in reality was about 10 years. Suddenly, he turned his head down to his left, noting how perfectly the gold band around his finger didn’t dare move since he placed it there on his wedding day. 

“Truthfully? Not at all.”

Smirking, Kisu absentmindedly fiddled with his wedding band, thinking back to dark hair and a wide smile, “Me either.”

Cole laughed, a gummy smile bringing out the coo’s of a few passerby single girls, which the maknaes took full advantage of by showing off their “fatherly nature”.

“Wouldn’t change a damn thing about it though.”