#jk she just as cute I’m gonna squeeze her lil head off

[placeinthisworld]

remember when my kitten bit my folklore variants two years ago and I thought it was cute ? well now she’s not so tiny and cute but my sleeves are damaged

[1kook]

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this is part of my netflix & chill series!

SUMMARY “I think that, like— me and you? We’re like, totally destined,” you ramble, “you should, like, take my number! And maybe we can, like— Netflix and chill one of these days?” WARNING angst with implied smut at the end!!, flashbacks, low self esteem, alcohol consumption, jk is (implied) a virgin in this, there’s a lil fondling by oc u know the usual  MISC they r soulmates <3, our queen doyeon returns, i tried to use symbolism👁 in the dialogue so yes everything drunk oc says has a meaning hehe RATING m bc alcohol WC 2.2k

NOTES i said once a long time ago that n&c couple were prolly at the same party once but didn't realize so hERE WE GO ! its not proofread bc um. yeah<3

Homecoming week. 

Jungkook doesn’t even think his university’s football team is good, but he had read somewhere that part of the college experience is obnoxiously supporting this team all four years. And well. Jungkook wants to fit in. Frankly, Jungkook feels a little dumb having accepted this invitation from Kim Taehyung from his first-year writing class. He’s only known the man a solid four weeks, probably won’t know him this well once Taehyung finds real friends, ones who suit his outgoing personality, and decides Jungkook is too boring, but Jungkook will make the best of it while he can because, again, he wants to fit in. Badly. It’ll be different this time, he had told himself while getting ready. You won’t be awkward anymore. You’ll make friends. 

And then it’s nearing midnight and Jungkook has spoken to a whopping two people at this party of over a hundred. Not including Taehyung, it’s down to one. Even that had only been to ask where the bathroom was. He feels severely out of place, like he’s both too large and too small to be in this area, to be at this party, so he shuffles into the kitchen when he hears them call for another match of beer pong. He’s actually pretty good at the game, has refined his skills at get togethers with his older cousins. But it’s not like anyone here wants to be Jungkook’s partner anyway. Or even knows who he is for that matter. 

Taehyung had bumped into him a little past ten, had had two girls clinging to his sides when he had greeted Jungkook. One of them had almost looked tempted, Jungkook wanted to believe, brushing her hand against his arm. But he didn’t act quick enough— what would he even have done? what did he even want? —and Taehyung disappeared with both girls soon after, leaving Jungkook by himself once more. 

The kitchen is empty, the drinks long since having migrated to the living area of this huge frat. With a defeated sigh, Jungkook sinks back against one of the counters, setting his lukewarm cup of beer down beside him. He’s buzzed, drank in a feeble attempt to ‘lose himself’ as all the movies claimed. But now all he can feel is a pounding headache threatening to consume him. He doesn’t even like drinking— why did he drink this much? 

He should go home. 

Events like this, parties like this— they weren’t meant for someone like Jungkook. He was too quiet, too shy to let loose like everyone else. He doesn’t do well in social situations, or at least not as well as his therapist had told him he would. He hesitates too much, never speaks when he needs to. Haerim from his freshman basics class had even said so. “You’re quiet, huh,” she had smiled, and when her notebook had touched his elbow, he flinched. She didn’t take it to heart. Just like Taehyung wouldn’t if he left right now. They know how he is. He doesn’t belong here. These types of parties were made for outgoing people, people who lived on the edge, people who weren’t trapped in their own thoughts all the time, people like—

Like the girl who stumbles through the doorway now. “Woooo,” she slurs, and then promptly faceplants into the dirty tile of the kitchen, the same tile littered with sticky footprints and random debris. He can’t even imagine what else is on the floor of a frat house mid-party. Jungkook flinches at the sound of her knee hitting the ground, before rushing over to help her up. 

She’s a giggling mess, eyes half shut by the time Jungkook gets her into a seated position. “Are you okay?” he flounders, hand on her shoulder when she wobbles again, nearly falls back down. 

“Just peachy,” she sings, flashing him a sloppy thumbs up. Her neck isn’t doing a particularly good job of holding her head up and when Jungkook places a hand on the back of her head, she leans into it, blissful smile on her face. She’s really pretty, it makes Jungkook’s cheeks burn when she aims it at him next. “Pucca loves Garu,” she lets him know, eyes finally fluttering open. “He’s a pretty boy.”

Jungkook blinks. He has no idea what you’re talking about. “Huh?” he stutters, glancing back at the bar stool by the counter instead. It’s probably infinitely times better than the sticky tile beneath your bare legs. “I’m gonna stand you up,” he tells you, taking your loud cackle as a sign that you’re okay with it. Jungkook’s been working out all summer, so you’re not heavy in the slightest, arms thrown around his shoulders while he slips his own around your back. Your proximity leaves him drowning in your scent. 

The giggles don’t subside when he sits you down, not even when he begins opening random cabinets in search of a glass to get you some water. He’s had his fair share of experiences looking after drunk people, so he has a pretty good idea of what to do now. However, your sudden bout of commentary certainly doesn’t make it easier. “Isn’t it, like, super cool how the sun and the moon are, like—“ a hiccup, Jungkook settles on tap water “tooootally different beings, but, like— they, like, both maintain the earth?” Your hand reaches for his forearm when he returns, gives him this little squeeze in your excitement. “Like— Like they both have to, like— work together? To keep it perfect, y’know?” 

Jungkook pushes the water into your hands. You’ve got this sparkly sheen to your eyes, the one that most people get after one too many drinks, but it’s accompanied by this childlike wonder that leaves Jungkook breathless when you meet his gaze. “Yeah,” he says quietly. You beam. It’s blinding. So blinding that Jungkook promptly looks away, nudging the cup in your hands. “You need to drink this.”

You frown. “Boooo, so boring,” you huff. It’s nothing Jungkook hasn’t heard before, but it is a little disheartening to hear it from a stranger. He stamps the feeling down, pursing his lips as he gives up on letting you drink yourself. The cup is swiped from your hand and Jungkook tasks himself with making you drink it instead. And of course, like all wasted young adults, you put up a fight. “Ew, what is that?” you spit. 

Jungkook sighs. “Water.” 

At his defeated tone, the exaggerated grimace slips off your face, replaced with a rather solemn expression instead. Jungkook tries to take advantage of it and pushes the cup against your lip again, but all he really accomplishes is sloshing it down the front of your dress. You don’t yelp, but he does. “I’m so sorry,” he panics, sliding the sleeve of his shirt down around his thumb to wipe your chin. 

You let him, head tilted curiously to the side. Jungkook tries to ignore your analytical gaze until: “you’re cute,” you announce, and abruptly send him into shock. 

He recoils, face a blazing mess. “I’m—“ he chokes, swallowing when you wipe your hand down your own chest, leave a glistening layer of water over your sternum and down between your breasts. 

“Cute,” you repeat, downing the glass he had been trying to coax into you like it’s nothing now. With it gone, you don’t waste any time, throwing your hands around his shoulders, fingers brushing through the hair at the base of his neck. You pull him close, so close in fact, that he ends up having to hold the back of your chair to keep from accidentally crushing you with his weight. “Your name, pretty boy?” 

He can’t think. You’re so drunk and smell so good and are just so pretty— his brain short circuits. “Um I’m, uh, Jeon J—“

“Jeon,” you repeat, silly smile back on your face. You’re not technically wrong, so he nods along with a blush high on his cheeks. “Well, Jeon,” you purr, but you’re still so drunk, eyelids fluttering in a rather funny way. “I think that, like— me and you? We’re like, totally destined,” you ramble, “you should, like, take my number! And maybe we can, like— Netflix and chill one of these days?”

Jungkook doesn’t even know what that means, and honestly, he doesn’t really hear you over the thundering of his own heart and the bass in the other room. “Um, but you’re really…” he stammers, leaning back but a finger loops around one of his curls and he gasps when you pull at it. “You’re drunk,” he rushes out, lower lip trembling when your nose knocks against his. 

A soft hum, the sound sending electricity down his spine when you cup his cheek. “But don’t you think I’m pretty?” you murmur, eyes flickering to his mouth. 

“Yes,“ he chokes out, “you’re a very, very pretty girl. But I really shouldn’t—“

“Hey,” you shush, tilting his head just the slightest. Jungkook has never had a girl touch him like this, has never even touched a girl before either, but, well. He really wants to kiss you. And that’s saying a lot considering Jungkook has never kissed anyone before. 

Despite how good it feels, he knows you’re still really drunk. It’s with a decisive huff that he pushes away, hands on your waist to keep you from touching up on him any further. You’re not that strong anyway. And then he’s met with the biggest pout he’s ever seen, an absolutely distraught look on your face. 

Something in him says you’ll cry if he doesn’t explain himself soon, so he launches into it right away. “You’re very pretty,” he says, almost laughing at the way your entire face lights up immediately. “But you’re very drunk.” You huff. “You deserve to be treated like a queen.” Mostly regurgitating something he heard in a motivational video. 

It works. Eventually, you stop being fussy in his arms and settle with a frown. “You’re too nice,” you grumble, forehead on the countertop. He doesn’t see how it’s much better than the floor but he lets you be. “You got a girlfriend, don’t you?” 

At that, Jungkook laughs. “No,” he reassures you, hesitates, and then gently pats your back. Jungkook actually feels you melt under his touch. That sultry look is gone, replaced with this rather tranquil look that he doesn’t quite understand. 

“That was pretty,” you murmur, but Jungkook doesn’t quite hear. 

“What was that?” he asks.

“I said your smile was pre—“

“There you are!” someone hollers from the kitchen doorway, the shrill tone of their voice making both you and Jungkook jump. When he turns around, he’s met with the sight of a rather tall girl angrily stomping your way, eyes a blazing fire, fists clenched by her side. Jungkook realizes only a second too late that she’s looking at him. “Get off of her, you sweaty city-owned dumpster,” she hisses, using the strength of three football players to push Jungkook away. “You make me sick—“

“Doyeonie,” you beam, launching yourself into the angry girl’s arms. Ah. The Help had arrived. 

Said angry girl (Doyeonie?) is still using every mash-up of words possible to degrade Jungkook as she hauls you into her arms, shooting daggers every step of the way. “I can’t believe you would try to take advantage of a poor girl when she’s this drunk,” she spits. 

“What?” Jungkook coughs, cheeks warm. “I wasn’t—“

“Tell it to Campus Safety when I report you, you wannabe, dollar store Rain.” Jungkook clutches his chest at the acidity of her tongue, surprised anyone could be so mean. 

All things considered, this was actually good. Someone who knew you had come to take you to safety, meaning Jungkook didn’t have to look after you anymore. When this Doyeonie turns around, he’s met with your smiley face smushed against her shoulder. 

(It’s weird. He’s a little sad to see you go.) 

“Bye, Jeon,” you giggle, hand brushing down his arm, squeezing his hand, before you’re abruptly yanked away. Jungkook manages one weak wave, cheeks lit ablaze once more when you send him a silly air kiss from the doorway, urging him to catch it. He does, and he feels really silly when he puts it in his pocket, but he can hear your laughter for a second more before he loses you. 

The last few minutes being so hectic, he decides to go home. Parties weren’t really his thing. Jungkook doesn’t think he’ll ever go to one again. 

Until a few years later. 

“You’re, like, really pretty,” you slur, lips against his throat. Another invitation, this time, Taehyung’s birthday. His friend had practically begged him to come, knowing how Jungkook was. In the end, it had been you who had accepted on his behalf. 

“Baby, not here,” he laughs, hand on your shoulder when you try to shove your hand down his pants for the third time that night. 

Taehyung had been ecstatic to see Jungkook here. And then had quickly become annoyed when he caught the two of you making out in his storage closet an hour later. “Bro, don’t be that couple at parties,” he had groaned, locking the door behind him. 

Jungkook had laughed. “I wouldn’t know what ‘that couple’ is at parties,” he reminded him. 

Taehyung rolled his eyes. “Well, I’m sure your girlfriend can fill you in.”

Apparently not. You’ve been trying to kiss him for the past three minutes but keep missing because you’re so drunk. “Just one,” you beg, so pretty but so drunk. The fake lashes you’d worn today make you look like a doll, batting them his way until he’s giving in, slotting his lips against yours. You’re probably going to throw up in his bathroom when you get home, so he should make the best of your kisses now. Jungkook pushes that thought aside as he reaches a hand out to wipe at the sweat accumulating on your chest. There’s something weird about the gesture, like he’s done it before at another party. But that doesn’t make sense; he couldn't have— this is his first party with you. 

“We should, like, leave,” you whisper against his ear, fingers burying themselves in his hair; when you pull on a strand, he nearly moans. “Go home. Maybe netflix and—“ a hiccup that makes him smile “—chill?”

Jungkook kisses your temple. “Sounds good to me, pretty girl.”

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[elysianjeonghan]

Summer Job Series (svt) -  babysitter!seungcheol

This is my first ever scenario but I hope you like it !!!

you can’t say you love babysitting

it’s not that you were bad per se, it just that you couldn’t really handle all the energy

you had younger twin brothers, who were cute and all ,,, until they steal your stuff to see if they can sell it to buy more action figures

they were eight and running everywhere, messing with everything, and it was just too much 

your parents never let you babysit them by yourself cause they knew you couldn’t handle it

and thank god cause even you can’t trust yourself with taking care of them 

but also wow I’m in college, I can’t even take care of my brothers smh

your parents were having a dinner party with the parents of the twins’ friends

so basically wine sipping adults and six year olds running around everywhere ,,, great 

it seemed fine cause all you had to do was help set up then you could stay in your room away from the mess 

UNTIL

your parents call you down from your room and tell you that the adults wanted to go out for karaoke ...

and you’re like no, nonononono you can’t leave me alone I cAnt evEN taKE CaRe oF mYseLf!!!! LET ALONE 5 KIDS

and your parents are like pls chill, our regular babysitter (who you were pretty good friends with) can’t make it tonight so one of the parents called one of their regulars

and you’re like ,,,, ok but this makes it harder cause idk this person gskflsj

and they’re like you’ll be fine!!! please do this for us!! the children will be up for just another two hours then they’ll go to sleep !!!! please !!! 

you give in cause you don’t really have a choice

the parents stay until the babysitter comes

the door bell rings and you hear your parents welcome them in

you look up from your phone and were genuinely surprised

there was a guy, seemingly college age as well, walks into the living room

he walks up to you as you stand up from the couch

he shakes your hand and smiles

and ,,, his hand is really big and is rough but in a nice way??? what 

and his smile, it made you melt cause it was just too cute 

“hey, my name’s Seungcheol nice to meet you,” 

he was too polite and kind it was weird

jk it was nice and adorable you couldn’t help but smile warmly and introduce yourself as politely as he did

“Seungcheol’s been our regular babysitter for the past 3 years, he’s basically a pro don’t worry y/n” said one of the parents

he blushed and was like what!! noooo

he was incredibly handsome like you have never seen someone look that good in a plain black tee and jeans

as the parents were saying goodbye to their kids, Seungcheol came and stood next to you

“umm I kinda heard that you aren’t that comfortable with kids so if you want you don’t really have to do anything”

you looked at him with the utmost surprise which made him ??? so confused

you began laughing and he’s like what’s funny?

then you told him that he’s gonna die trying to take care of this many rowdy kids, no matter how good of a babysitter he is

he smirked smugly and said let’s see really confidently

and you’re like /// woah what happened to the polite seungcheol??? I miss him now 

and now it’s his turn to laugh

now in the house its just you two with the kids

the first two minutes seemed peaceful enough ,,, then the screaming began 

three of the boys were fighting over whose action figures were better 

the two girls were watching barbie as the princess and the pauper and were fighting over who was better, anneliese or erika

you and seungcheol look at each other and just sigh

“as much as I like the barbie movies, I’m gonna go sort out the boys with the action figure fiasco”

you laugh and laugh even more when he mentions that he prefers erika over anneliese but they’re both pretty bad ass

you go to girls and try to calm them down

like hey!!! both princesses are cool !!! anneliese is really intelligent while erika is talented !!! and they’re best friends so you should like both of them

the girls were like ,,, thats true ,,,,

then the wedding scene comes and the three of you smile and sing along to the cute song

seungcheol looked and you and thought ,,, wow ,,, she’s really pretty ,,, and she sings really well ,,,

you look at seungcheol and smile at him

you’ve always found it adorable when guys are really good with kids 

this is the first time you’ve seen it in real life, only in movie and tv shows

you see him be like !!! obviously my action figure is better !!! like look at all the weapons that come with it !!!

the boys were fascinated and stopped fighting when they realized seungcheol was right ,,, his was way cooler

seeing this made your heart melt since like !!! how adorable is this !!!

it was already time for bed so you both help the kids get ready for bed 

they were in the living room, the boys already tired out from fighting, already sound asleep

you and seungcheol watched the kids ,,, standing like proud parents

until one of the girls woke up rather frantically 

she then started crying 

you and seungcheol rush to her ,, worried sick

seungcheol pet her hair while she hugged him

“what’s wrong mina?? what happened??” he said as he comforted her

seeing seungcheol being so caring for this little girl ,,, made your heart hurt from the cuteness 

“cheolie, I had a nightmare... can i have some warm milk,,,” she said feebly 

“of course, y/n and I will go get it” he said as he gave her one last squeeze before releasing from the hug 

she sniffled as you lead seungcheol to the kitchen

as much as that was sweet scene, you couldn’t miss out on this opportunity 

“cheolie?” 

he blushed as you mentioned the nickname ,,, he was too cute you couldn’t stop smiling

“yeah, mina was 5 when I first babysat her and she had a hard time saying my name, so she just called me cheolie... guess it just kinda stuck”

“awww you’re just too cute” you say as you pinch his cheek

“im cute?” he looks smugly

you looked away and he just laughs

you guys get to the kitchen and heat up the milk

you have random conversation, how school’s going and all

as you guys walk back to mina with her warm milk you see her smile weakly

“are you better honey?” you say as you brush the stray hairs from her face

she nods and smiles meekly ,,,, 

“cheolie, can you braid my hair”

he smiles as he gets to work

its a comfortable silence ,, just watching him gently french braid her hair

and like he is REALLY good, like he is instagram worthy good

as he finishes he shows her how she looks through his phone

and mina just ,,, smiles like the cutest lil smile ever

she hugs him as a thank you and your heart is practically bursting cause this was the cutest thing you have ever seen

“alright mina, you really should go back to sleep now. Y/N and I will be here if you need us again” seungcheol says so warmly

mina lays down and closes her eyes, quickly falling asleep

you and seungcheol sit on the couch, the room dimly lit while all you could hear are the soft breathes of the kids sleeping

you’re siting next to each other ,,, a little too close for people that have just met ,, but it feels really nice 

“so you know how to braid hair too huh? what can’t you do” you say making him smile

“having been mina’s babysitter for three years teaches you a couple things” he says chuckling a bit

you tell him how you can’t even braid your hair half as nice as he can  

“want me to braid your hair for you?” 

you’re shocked cause ,,, like what a weird thing BUT YES PLS

he starts braiding your hair and it’s like heaven 

his big hands are surprisingly really gentle, he softly takes pieces of hair and incorporates it into your hair 

as he finished you were really giddy and really wanted to see how it looked

you saw yourself through your phone ,,, and you were genuinely surprised

its was perfect ,,, the braid being loose while also keeping its form really well

he had left pieces of hair out to frame your face and you truly felt so pretty because of it

seungcheol looked at you happily, noticing how happy and giddy you were from something he did

“you are truly amazing, you know that right” you say, beaming at him

“well it helps that you are just absolutely beautiful to begin with” he says softly as he comes closer and closer towards you

you look away at the sweet compliment but he takes you face gently into his hands ,,, and when you’re looking at him he softly tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear

and slowly ,, slowly you just gravitate towards each other

the kiss was sweet and gentle, giving you a million butterflies in your stomach 

when you guys pulled away you guys were smiling so much it would probably creep out people if they were watching

but you guys were just so !!! happy !!!

you held hands as you leaned your head on his shoulder ,,, whispering your conversation so you didn’t wake the kids

and you were just so ... comfortable ... that you just started to drift off ///

“Y/N wake up, the parents are back” he said softly, nudging you to wake you up 

seungcheol thought that you looked so adorable ,,,, all sleepy and beautiful ,,, 

you guys stretched once you got up and quietly greeted the parents when they came in

you both helped them carry their kids and their belongings back to their car 

as the parents left, your parents gave you the money to pay seungcheol then headed off to bed, tired from being up waaay too late

as you walked him to the door, you tried to give him the money but he refused

“meeting you is worth way more than any amount of money” 

as you practically melted and supported yourself on the door frame he looked at you cheekily

“although, you could pay me with one last kiss and a date”

you couldn’t even reply when he already went in for the kiss

when it ended it left you starstruck cause like wow ,,, that was a lot more passionate then the last one

“can I assume from you kissing me back that it’s a yes for the date” he asked, smirking

you smile and are like well duh captain obvious 

you guys exchange numbers and you watch him get into his car and drive off 

and you just go and flop down on your bed and think ,,, babysitting isn’t that bad after all