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gguksgalaxy · 4 years

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Stranded | JJK | E2L

Jungkook’s offer to help you study for your exam is unwelcome. His entire presence is unwelcome. You don’t want help from the guy who passes all his classes without even trying. It’s annoying — he is annoying. From the way he grins whenever he catches you staring at him, to the way his eyes shine whenever he smiles at you. Oh, and let’s not forget the way his tattoos shift when he stretches or the way his jawline sharpens when he’s focused. Nope, you definitely can’t stand him.

›› AU: Enemies to lovers, fuck/badboy!Jungkook ›› Genre: Fluff / Smut / Angst ›› Rating: NC-17 (explicit sexual content, 18+) ›› Pairing: JJK x Reader ›› Word Count: 13k ›› Jungkook Snuggle Drabbles. Warnings Include: A lot of swearing, heavy themes of miscommunication and strong judgements, Jungkook sleeps around a lot, university related stress, brief mention of past underage drinking, emotional and romantic angst, argument, the desecration of a mug. Sexual content: Protected sex, blowjob, cunnilingus, face sitting/riding.

A/N: This one's for you @fallinforkoo I hope that you like it!! This is not something I would usually write but the idea popped up when seeing the request so here she is! A little cliché but I hope it's original enough. Let me know what you guys think!

“As your best friend,” Taehyung says sheepishly over the phone, “I really need you to do me a favour.”

You groan, leaning your head over the edge of the bed. “I don’t like where this is going.”

He hums. He doesn’t even laugh. There’s just a brief silence before he asks you the impossible. “I need you to invite Jungkook for the get-together on Friday.”

“Absolutely fucking not,” you spit. “Taehyung, my best friend, the platonic love of my life. I will do anything for you. Literally anything. I would suck your toes if you asked me, but I won’t do that.”

Now he laughs, loud and deep. It only makes you sulk more. Inviting Jeon Jungkook into your humble abode? To have him walk around with that smug—and delectably gorgeous—grin on his face as he finds something to make fun of? Not over your dead body. Not in a million years.

“Please, do it for me.”

You vigorously shake your head. “I don’t see how I would be doing you a favour by inviting him. You don’t even like him!”

“I mean...I really don’t mind him. But I like Jimin, a lot, and I feel bad for excluding his friend all the time, it’s starting to get weird. Can’t you just invite him over? I promise you won’t have to talk to him.”

Oh, but you do. Because Jungkook always manages to weasel under your skin and get you worked up to a point where you just have to say something. It’s not your fault that he’s such an ass. He just rubs you all the wrong ways. “I am in a constant state of wanting to rip his head off. I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

Jungkook is just so...You really cannot stand him. First of all, he doesn’t study. All he does is party and sleep around with random girls. Yet, he still somehow manages to be at the top of the class. Secondly, he’s a dick. He has no respect for both his elders and you. Any chance he gets he will make fun of you or blatantly insult you. And lastly, he looks too good and he knows it. Walking around campus just basking in the attention from all the girls, and guys, who want him despite his reputation.

Taehyung snorts. “If I were you, I would be more worried that you’re in a constant state of wanting to suck his dick.”

“I’d rather snap his dick in half.” Sometimes you wonder why you’re friends with Taehyung. After all, he’s the one who told Jimin to bring along his friend. Now, you’re regularly exposed to Jeon Jungkook’s incessant flirting with anything that breathes, constant whining about just about everything, and complete lack of personal space. Taehyung had been certain that if you got to know Jungkook outside of class, it would make you more amicable towards each other. However, it’s only made it worse.

“You know, sometimes people lie about something so often that they start to feel like it’s the truth.”

You roll your eyes, sitting up on the bed. It’s noon already. You really should be studying for your Psychology of Law exam. Also known as the course from hell. As a law student, you really can’t make sense of the material. All the mumbling about internal thought processes and stressors has your mind logging off. You’re chapters behind. You don’t even know where to start. Because unlike a certain someone, you actually have to study. Even with all-nighters, thorough summaries, and flashcards, you’ve still managed to fail quite a few classes. The future of your law degree literally balances on this one class. If you fail, you lose your scholarship.

“Are you still with me?” Taehyung asks.

“Yeah, I’m just considering defenestrating myself. Anything better than studying for psych.”

“Even inviting Jungkook?”

“Anything but that.” It’s not like Taehyung is completely wrong. Jungkook looks like a model when he actually decides to groom himself instead of showing up to class in sweats and uncombed hair. You’re way too aware that he works out five days a week. Or that he’s got tats lining his arm, intricate designs that—No. You’re not falling down this hole today.

Taehyung’s typing something up, probably studying for his own exams. “I will let you study then. Just please, invite him over. I will forever be in your debt. Be the better person.”

The sweet lining to Taehyung’s plea actually manages to work for once. He’s your best friend, after all. He would probably do the same thing for you. It’s just not that fun to be around Jungkook when part of you—as much as you may deny it—feels some type of way about him.

“I will consider it.”

“That’s not a no.”

“Don’t make me change it back to a no, Kim.”

He chuckles. “Someday, you will thank me. That day being the one when you finally come to terms with your feelings.”

“Bye, Taehyung,” you grumble, ending the call and throwing the phone down on the duvet.

So yes, maybe you do have a thing for Jungkook. Doesn’t make him any less annoying. If anything, it makes him even more insufferable. Why did you have to develop a weird crush on a guy you can’t even stand? The world doesn’t have to be cruel like that. But here you are. Not that it matters. Jungkook would sleep with just about any girl but you. Which says more about them.

Reluctantly, you get up and grab your books from your desk. Studying is easier in the living room, away from distractions.

Your peace doesn’t last long. Not even halfway through your first coffee, your doorbell rings.

Groaning, you get up and prepare your best ‘no I don’t want to buy whatever you’re selling’ face. Upon unlocking the door, that face falters.

“What the hell are you doing here?” you spit out the moment you see Jungkook’s big doe eyes. He’s standing on your doorstep like he’s supposed to be here. With his backpack nonchalantly slung over one shoulder.

He looks past you, into your apartment. “Oh, you started studying for psych?”

Your living room is a mess. “Well, I was trying to start, but I’ve been rudely interrupted by someone who has no invitation to be here.”

He rolls his eyes. “I’m here to make sure that you don’t fail another class and have to drop out.” Like he owns the place, he pushes past you and waltzes inside. He drops his backpack and readjusts his baseball cap, showing off his forehead and chocolate brown hair. It’s really starting to get long.

“I don’t need your help.” There’s no way he’s here just to help you study. And even if he was, he’s just going to distract you. You’re not friends. He must have some ulterior motive for being here. Jeon Jungkook doesn’t study, let alone help people study. Not to your knowledge at least. “I can manage just fine on my own.”

He grabs his laptop from his bag. “What part of ‘having to drop out if you fail another class’ did you not understand?” He puts the device down and gets comfortable on your couch. As if he’s done it before.

You cross your arms over your chest. “Who told you about that?”

He shrugs. “Jimin mentioned it, he must have it from Taehyung. Does it really matter?”

“Yes, it matters,” you sneer. “I didn’t ask you to be here. I don’t want you to be here. There’s no way I’m going to get anything done with you around. Get the fuck out.” You point a finger at the door, waiting for him to leave. “Do you not hear me?”

“Oh, I heard you. I’m just waiting for you to get over yourself and realise that you actually need my help.”

“I don’t.”

“Can you tell me the difference between compliance and suggestion in the context of a police hearing?” he questions, leaning back and propping his clunky boot-clad feet onto the table.

You press your lips together in a thin line, thinking about a possible answer.

He grins. “Any idea what the Reid Technique is and why it is or isn’t ethical?”

“No,” you grumble.

“You know what the pros and cons are of an Oslo style eyewitness lineup?”

You shake your head, dropping your arms in defeat. He’s got you. You don’t know anything. Maybe you do need his help. As long as he tries to be nice, you can give him the benefit of the doubt. Another year of your degree is definitely worth it.

Jungkook pats the spot on the couch beside him. “Let’s get started, we’ve got a lot of ground to cover if we want to get you a good grade.”

And so you get to work. Jungkook makes himself a little too comfortable in your home. Aside from pulling out his flashcards, multiple summaries and annotated materials, he actually slips into the kitchen to make tea. He raids your pantry for snacks and pulls out your blanket from under the table.

“What?” He says, mouth stuffed with gummy bears while he unfolds the blanket. “I’m sorry, but your apartment is really fucking cold. Since you’re dressed as if you’re going to the North Pole, I assumed the radiator must be broken.”

“It has been almost a week now. My landlord is being an ass about it. Also, I’m wearing normal clothes that normal people wear when it’s cold outside. Unlike you, with your short-sleeves and thin coat.”

“It’s October.”

“It’s nine degrees outside. You’re insane.”

“No,” he says, sitting back down with the blanket around his shoulders. “I’m just hot.”

A reluctant smile pulls at your lips. Why must you betray yourself?

He leans in close, inspecting your face. “I can’t believe I lived to see the day. You actually smiled at one of my jokes.”

If he’s good at one thing, it’s definitely proving that he’s an annoying shit. “I’m laughing at how pathetic you are.”

“At least I’m not the one who tried to hide her smile.”

“And I’m not the one who forced his way into this apartment. I’d watch out, some people might start to think you actually like being around me.” You turn back towards his laptop, scrolling through the document to the next topic. Police hearings.

Jungkook puts his hand down behind you so he can get closer—too close—and look over your shoulder. “Maybe,” he whispers, “I do like spending time with you.”

You whip your head around so fast you nearly knock heads with him. He doesn’t move. Both your noses basically touching. At this proximity you can see all the fine details in his skin. The flecks of lighter brown in his eyes that really do shine. The moles on his nose, the scar on his cheek.

“Nah.” He pulls away. “I’m just messing with you. I still don’t like you.”

What on earth did you do to make him come over here? If he dislikes you so much, he shouldn’t have bothered. You’re not a charity case. “If you’d just let me fail, you wouldn’t have to put up with me again.”

He tuts. “Where’s the fun in that? I’d honestly miss your bad comebacks and petty remarks.”

“Excuse me, my comebacks are not bad?”

“They’re mediocre at best, ma’am,” he laughs, grin showing the fullness of his cheeks that make him look deceptively cute.

You shiver at the thought. He’s a lot of things, but he’s not cute. Yes, he’s probably a good guy deep down, but he’s not cute. Jeon Jungkook is and always will be an annoying, self-entitled, arrogant brat. Nothing is going to change your mind. Not even the way your heart beats faster from just having him so close.

“Don’t ‘ma’am’ me,” you bite.

“I’m not even going to give you any points for that. You didn’t even try!” He makes an exasperated gesture as he grabs another handful of gummies.

‘Childish’ should be added to the list. “Are you here to help me study or not?”

Jungkook nods, sitting cross-legged. “Just so I get to bother you for another year.”

The two of you get back to work. He takes you through a very detailed and too dramatic explanation of the Reid technique. You find yourself captivated by how passionate he seems. He sure does know a lot about the subject.

Jungkook turns out to be a very active talker. He makes very detailed descriptions and uses his hands to explain things. It’s easy to understand him, but it’s way harder to memorise it. As the material gets more complicated, he gets more serious and you start to lose track. His frown deepens, dimple-like creases appearing in his cheek that make him look sharper and older. You can’t help but stare.

He’s so handsome. The tattoos that circle around his left arm shift as he speaks. The same way that his earrings dangle as he moves. You get caught up in him, the way he talks, the passion that rolls off him in waves.

“Are you gawking at me?” He says, stopping his movements mid-air.

Cheeks flushed, you try to come up with a smart reply. “I was thinking whether your head has always looked this big.”

His lips pull into a straight line. “I’m here trying to do my best to explain to you what the difference is between an Oslo confrontation and a sequential lineup, and you’re worried about the size of my fucking head?”

“I mean, it’s awfully big, no?” You poke his forehead.

He grabs your wrist in return, pulling your body towards him. “Can you at least try to appreciate my effort?”

“I’m listening!”

Wetting his lips, he arches an eyebrow. “Explain the difference to me.”

Well, you weren’t listening that intently. “Uh, a sequential lineup has a lower chance of causing false positives.”

“That’s the last sentence I said, you can do better.” He lets go of you so you can lean back. For a second, he actually seems pissed off. Maybe you should try, he’s doing his best after all. It’s just hard when he’s here looking this good.

“Oslo confrontations feature the suspects in a lineup at the same time, whereas a sequential lineup shows them one by one.” That’s all you got.

“Well,” he says, throwing you a gummy from the bag. “You got one point out of five.”

Treat halfway to your mouth, you stop. “One?!”

He nods. “And I’m being generous with you. First of all, you cannot call them suspects, they’re candidates or possible suspects. There’s usually only one suspect and the rest are actors who look like the suspect. You also missed the part where, during the sequential lineup, the witness doesn’t get to see all the suspects. Once they pick the one they think is the perpetrator, they will not get to see the additional candidates.” Why does this sound so hot when he says it?

God, you’re going insane. “Well, I’ll try to remember that and the seven-hundred other things you said. All the blabbering you do makes it really hard.” It comes out harsher than you intended. From the way Jungkook stays silent, you know it must’ve hit home.

He gets up, making your heart sink. “I think it’s time for a break. You’re getting frustrated. Do you want to order pizza?”

“I don’t recall asking you to stay over for dinner.”

Jungkook takes a long, deep breath, closing his eyes. You can feel the anger build up. “Listen, I’m here to help you. The least you can do is fucking appreciate it. Be stubborn all you want, but you need this. You want a shot at this degree. I’m here, because as much as I can’t stand you, I won’t enjoy watching you get kicked off the entire program because you’re struggling with the material.” There’s a heavy pause. You let his words sink in. The level of concern is surprising. It’s sweet. “So do you want to order pizza or not? Because I’m starving.”

You nod. “Pizza sounds good.”

The tension ebs away after that. Jungkook goes into the kitchen and comes back with a mug filled with milk, of all things. You bite your tongue.

“I want pineapple on my pizza,” he says.

Pausing, you raise your eyebrows. “You cannot be serious.”

“Depends. How much do you hate pineapple?” His shit eating grin returned like it was never gone. It gives him away.

Narrowing your eyes at him, you speak; “So, double pineapple for you?”

Suddenly, his face falters. “Whoa, you can’t actually do that to me.”

“You’re the one who said he likes pineapple!”

“It was a joke. No person in their right mind would put fruit on their pizza.” He sits next to you, taking another sip of his milk. “I’m really not picky though, but the one with the jalapenos is good. Or the chili chicken.” Jungkook scoots closer so he can scroll through the menu on your phone, hand brushing against yours.

This way, you get a clear view of the rose tattoo on his hand. It’s beautiful, detailed but still in a traditional style. It suits him, as do his other tattoos. Though this one has always stood out to you.

“I’m just going to get pepperoni,” you say after a while.

Jungkook sighs, then turns his head to whisper in your ear; “Boring.”

Startled, you shove him so hard he falls onto his back. “Don’t be such a child. I’m not going to make you eat it.”

When he sits back up, his shirt rises and reveals the edge of a narrow, toned waist. You look away, focusing on actually ordering the pizza. Jungkook really doesn’t have to be so casually attractive. He’s not even trying and you can’t keep your eyes off him, noticing something new every minute. A good reason to not spend any more time with him after this.

“Gimme.” He plucks your phone out of your hands so he can order his own pizza. With the utmost concentration, he scrolls and types in some things. No doubt using your pre-set credit card to pay for it. “Wait,” he says, sitting up straight. “Whoa, you’re friends with Yoongi? As in Min Yoongi? The guy who won this year’s mock court?”

Gasping, you dart over to grab the phone from him. “Don’t go through my messages!” With one hand on your chest, he manages to keep the device out of your reach. “Jungkook!”

His eyes move over the screen, reading your messages with the third year law student. “Why didn’t you just ask him for help, huh? He seems to like you, and that’s something. I don’t think Yoongi likes anybody.”

You try harder to grab your phone from his hands. It must look insane, your body bent over his, him trying to find ways to hold you off and keep the phone out of your reach. Somehow, you end up squashed between his—way too strong—thighs.

“Jungkook give me my phone back!” you whine.

Something on the screen makes him raise his eyebrows. “Are you two like—you know? Cuz I’ve heard some stuff and—”

You shake your head, getting uneasy with the fact that he’s really reading your personal messages. “I don’t like Yoongi like that.”

Jungkook lifts his leg, using his knee to push you back. He’s got way too much strength in his body. “Okay, but I’m not sure that he knows that. He’s not a nice guy, you should steer clear of him.”

“Oh, and you would know how? It’s not like you’re such a gentleman.” Again, you try to jump for your phone, but he stops you in time by grabbing your wrist.

Face serious, he holds your gaze. “I’m not kidding. We run in the same circles. He’s a total asshole, you don’t want to get involved with him. You can do better.”

That sure is a way to silence you. You frown, settling back into your seat as Jungkook keeps scrolling through the chat. “I’m not into him, but he’s been texting me for a while. I was in his group for mock court.” Finally, you get your phone back, but your stomach feels uneasy looking at it. Perhaps Yoongi’s messages are a bit forward.

“I don’t know Yoongi well enough to be able to say for sure, but I know enough to tell you that he doesn’t talk to girls like you because he wants to be friends,” Jungkook says with a hand lingering on your thigh.

Way to make you feel good about yourself, Jeon. “What does that mean, girls like me?”

His face changes, eyes wide.

“What are you trying to say?” you press.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, he leans forward onto his knees. “All I’m saying is that you don’t deserve to get played by some asshole who’s just trying to get into your pants.”

“Oh.” Is he being for real? He’s looking out for you? This is not how this is supposed to go. Jungkook shouldn’t be nice to you. He shouldn’t be helping you, or care about your wellbeing. He’s a dick and the two of you squabble and yell at each other. Yet, your chest warms at his words. Even if you weren’t looking to get together with Yoongi, it’s good to know he might have alternative motives. “Thank you.”

All he does is nod, before he grabs his laptop to resume where you guys left off. The awkwardness slowly dissipates as he takes you through the entire lineup thing again, just so you’ve got it down. After that you move onto the remaining subjects.

Today sure is strange. You never expected things to be so comfortable with Jungkook. Despite his exasperating personality and your on and off bickering, his presence is pleasant. It doesn’t take long for you to sink into the couch, drinking your third large cup of coffee.

Completely focussed on his monologue, you ask questions very sparingly, enraptured by him. You knew he was smart, he passes his classes with grades of 80% or higher for a reason. However, it’s different to see it in action.

Pizza arrives a little late, much to Jungkook’s dismay. Turns out he’s quite cranky when he gets hungry. He devours his pizza way faster than you can get through half of yours, and he’s quick to inch towards a slice from your box. You smack his hand away, reminding him of how he slandered you for your topping choice. He can have your leftovers from yesterday

“You call this pasta?” he questions in a disgusted tone, crouched down by the fridge

“Take it or starve. Your choice.”

He gets up, nose scrunched. “I’d rather starve, thanks. What exactly do you excel at? Since it’s not school, wit, or cooking.”

“Aim,” you spit, flicking a piece of pepperoni at him. It hits him straight in the cheek and you burst out into a fit of laughter. He stares at you in utter disbelief, removing the greasy piece of meat from his face. Tongue pressed to his cheek, he fights off his own smile—or an insult.

Eventually, he sits back down and goes over the remaining material while you eat. The end comes faster than you expected, his eyes darting to the clock.

“It’s getting late, I should probably go home.”

“What?” You pout. “How can you leave me to my own devices like this?!”

“Because I did what I could. I took you through all the material, now it’s up to you to try and memorise it. I’ve sent you my summaries and I’ll leave my flashcards here.” He grabs his things, meticulously stuffing them back into his backpack. With a heavy heart, you hand him his cap that had fallen to the floor.

Jungkook pushes his hair back, putting his cap on. He looks as nonchalant as he did when he came in. Backpack slung over one shoulder, hand shoved into his pocket. “Good luck. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”

“Yeah, I guess,” you mumble. “Thanks.”

“I’m glad my presence was enjoyed.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, I only endured you because I want to pass.” Part of that is true. Though, he wasn’t as bad to hang out with as you had originally assumed. Maybe it’s because his friends aren’t around to show off to. Or because he genuinely wanted to help. Which is still weird. “Good luck to you too.”

He waves you goodbye, opening up the door, only to be met with a gust of wind. The sound of rain enters your apartment. Water plummets from the sky by the bucket.

“Shit,” Jungkook peers outside, hesitating in the doorway. “If I don’t show up tomorrow morning, please assume that I have drowned.”

You would’ve laughed at the idea of him getting soaking wet any other day. He came here to help you study and now he has to walk home through the rain. No doubt he’s going to catch a cold dressed the way he is. Maybe you should listen to Taehyung and be the better person for once.

Getting up, you pull him back inside by the string of his backpack. “You can’t go out when it’s like that, you’ll get sick.”

He turns with a smile. “As much as I would like to see you squirm a little longer, I need to study too.”

“You study?”

“How else do you think I get good grades? Eat books for breakfast?”

You shrug. “We can study together tonight?”

Stepping closer, Jungkook forces you back inside. Almost nose to nose. Your heart skips a beat when his breath fans over your face. “Is this just a lame excuse from you to spend more time with me?”

“No. But I can only imagine the tragedy that will befall me if you catch a cold because you were out here helping me study.” You poke a finger into his chest. A grave mistake, it’s way firmer than you’d thought. “If I let you stay over, you no longer owe me one.”

“I’m sorry, but it really sounds like you just want me to stay.” Jungkook inches closer, backing you against the couch.

You open your mouth to say something when your phone rings. Looking over to where it lies on the couch, you see Taehyung’s name displayed. He can wait. You glance back up at Jungkook, who’s nearly chest to chest with you, and also has his eyes locked on the phone.

Then, he grins.

You act fast, snatching the phone from the couch and declining the call before he even gets a chance to touch it. Taehyung really doesn’t need to know that Jungkook is here.

Jungkook himself, however, picks up on this. He chuckles lightly, arching his eyebrow. “Are you trying to hide the fact that I’m here?’”

“I wouldn’t say I was trying to hide it, but I really don’t need my friends to think I’m hanging out with you.”

Jungkook drops his bag in the chair again, curious glint in his eyes. “And why is that?”

“Because,” you start, crossing your arms over your chest. “I don’t want to be associated with the likes of you.”

“What am I now? A villain?”

“No, you’re a stuck up fuckboy who does nothing but party and sleep with random girls and yet somehow still manages to pass all his classes. You’re annoying, egotistical, insufferable, pushy, invasive and disrespectful.” You let out a deep breath. Yeah, maybe Jungkook’s been nice to you today, but he hasn’t changed.

He rolls his eyes. “Well then. I’ll have you know that you are nothing more than an average, boring girl struggling to get by. You’re opinionated, crass, entitled, standoffish, a bad listener, impossibly stubborn and a bit of an airhead.” The words leave him as if they mean nothing. “It’s not like I’d want to be associated with the likes of you either. But here I am, stranded because of the storm. So you, my dear, are stuck with me tonight. You did offer for me to stay over, after all.”

“Whatever,” you breathe, “let’s just try to study.”

The two of you return to your previous position on the couch, but now, he faces you. With the flashcards in hand, Jungkook reaches into his bag and pulls out a container filled with Maltesers.

The rules are simple. You take turns asking each other questions. If you get it right, you get a chocolate, you get it wrong the person who asked the question gets a chocolate. Easy enough, right? Now that you feel a bit more steady with the material, you should be able to answer some questions correctly. Even if it’s just to rob Jungkook of the satisfaction of eating the entire thing on his own.

Two questions in and the bickering starts. Jungkook’s whining because he’s cold and you can’t turn up the radiator. But since he was the one to leave the door open, it’s his fault that it’s so cold in here to begin with. You’ve long hogged the blanket for yourself and you don’t intend on sharing it. It’s the only barrier that’s keeping you from touching his feet.

“Please,” he pouts. “I’m so cold, you can’t let me freeze to death in this fucking igloo.”

You pull the blanket closer. “No. It’s mine.”

He whines. “Come on, it’s big enough for both of us. It’ll be warmer if we share.”

“No.”

“You do realise I could just take it from you by force.”

“You would not.”

He sits up straighter, putting a hand on the edge of the fabric. “I’m giving you the option now. Either you share, or I’m pulling it from your cold, grabby hands. If you’re just afraid to snuggle with me, you can just say so.”

In order to not admit defeat, you give up half of the blanket so he can shove his legs under it. He extends his legs way past his side of the couch, his feet touching your lower back. You have no choice but to fold one of your legs over his, the other extended by his side. Indeed, it’s warmer this way.

“Now, where were we?” He flips to his next card. “Ah, yes. Weapon focus effect.”

That one you remember clearly. “It’s when a witness’ attention was so focused on the weapon present at the incident that they fail to remember any significant details about the perpetrator. It’s an involuntary process that often leads to inaccurate descriptions of the attackers.” You definitely got that one, no doubt. It’s easy.

Jungkook throws you a chocolate. “Good job, you’re doing well. It seems you listened to what I had to say after all.”

“I mean,” you say, popping the chocolate into your mouth. “I didn’t have that much of a choice but to listen, now did I?”

“You were visually undressing me the entire time. I had assumed your mind was busy with...other things.” He’s doing it on purpose, trying to get some type of reaction from you. Instead, you just bite your lip, not knowing what to say. “Oh, was I right? Tell me, what were you thinking about.”

You let out a sound, throwing a pillow at him. “I wasn’t thinking anything. And I wasn’t undressing you.”

“No, you were thinking of how big my head was, right? Would it,” he pauses, lifting up the blanket to peer underneath, “fit between your thighs?”

“What is wrong with you!” You scream, hands covering your face that quickly turns red.

He laughs in return. “You’re so easily flustered. I’d almost call it cute.”

Peering through your fingers, you frown. “Almost?”

“Yeah, almost. Not quite, because you’re still you.”

In a surge of confidence, you sit up straight and grab the stack of cards again. Not looking at him as you speak. “How about, instead of imagining what I taste like, you tell me what a flashbulb memory is.”

Inches away from choking on his spit, Jungkook doesn’t manage to come up with a smart retort. He just answers your questions with pursed lips and distant eyes. It’s correct though, so you get to throw him a chocolate. Which of course, he catches with his mouth. Show off.

It goes on for another while, storm raging outside. With the winds turned, you can now clearly hear the pattering against your window. You can’t imagine what Jungkook would’ve done had he been walking through this storm. It’s only getting worse.

Time ticks by fast. Soon, Jungkook is left with one last flashcard in his hands. And you are determined to get that last chocolate. He smirks to himself, probably aware that you don’t know the answer to this. But if anything, you are determined to prove him wrong.

“Tell me,” he trails, “what is the difference between compliance and suggestibility?”

You know this. He’s explained it three times. So you’re confident in your next words. “Compliance is when a witness giving a testimony willingly accepts a suggestion but is aware that the suggestion is wrong. Suggestibility is when they believe that the suggestion is right and thus take it for the truth. Both are problematic, but suggestibility is harder to expose.”

Jungkook tuts. “You got them switched around.”

“Huh?! That can’t be right!”

“Sure is, the last chocolate is mine.”

You snatch the bag away before he can grab it. “I don’t think so. Let me see that card.”

“Are you accusing me of lying?”

“For chocolate? I sure am. Let me see.” You crawl over to his side, squishing yourself between him and the couch. “Jungkook,” you whine when he covers the card with his hand, “let me see. My grade depends on this.”

He chuckles at you. “It does not. I’m confident that you will pass regardless.”

You try to pry the card out of his hand, but it’s no use. The grip he has on the thing is too strong. He manages to hold you down without even breaking a sweat. It’s a few beats before you can realise that you’re now entirely pressed up against him. You can feel the muscles in his thighs shift, the soft skin of his arm against yours

“Let me have the chocolate and I will show you,” he whispers.

Flushed, you stop struggling. “Whatever, I know I’m right.”

Jungkook then reveals the card to you, showing you that you indeed, were right. “I’m glad you’re finally confident in your abilities. That’s the key to passing a test.”

Has he really been testing you this entire time? That’s sure one way to do the trick. Without replying, you sink into his side. Silently enjoying his warmth. It’s comfortable to sit like this, now that it’s night and the apartment continues to get colder. You don’t mind, really. Inhaling slightly, you catch a whiff of his fresh floral scent. It’s mixed with a sharp edge that suits him well.

As Jungkook grabs the stack of cards you got wrong to revise them, you don’t move. The two of you just get comfortable like that. It’s easier to see the cards the way anyhow. You can just look at them together. Plus, you’re starting to feel a little sleepy and don’t want to move. He seems equally as content, just reciting the questions and explaining why you got them wrong.

“Okay so,” you say, pointing at something on the card. “It’s not so much an issue on the witness’ side as it is on the police’s?”

Jungkook nods, looking at you. “They’re the ones leading the witness. It’s not the witness’ fault that they take on their opinion.”

You hum, meeting his gaze. He doesn’t falter, almost as if he’s searching your eyes. “Something wrong?”you ask, voice hushed, goosebumps appearing on the back of your neck. There’s a mole right below his bottom lip which is plump and looks soft. His top lip is more defined, making for a cute pout. The more you look, the more you notice all his moles. On his nostril, his cheek, his ear.

“No,” he answers eventually. Voice strained. “I think you have a pimple growing between your brows.”

“Get lost!” You shove your elbow into his side, pulling a pained groan from him. “You’re so stupid.”

For a moment he’s quiet, just rubbing his side and shifting so he can get more comfortable. One of his legs falls off the couch, the other still between yours. “You really hate me, huh?”

At any other given moment, you would’ve replied with yes. But now, it’s laden. Is he asking you that seriously? It’s one thing to tell Taehyung you can’t stand him, or to yell it in his face when he’s being a brat, but you can’t literally say it to him like this. Why, you don’t really know. The expectant look makes your stomach tighten.

“Why are you saying it like that?”

He shrugs. “No reason in particular. Just because,” he gestures at your bodies, “it doesn’t seem like you mind being around me that much. If anything I’d say that,” he stops, leaning in close to your ear. You can feel the barely-there graze of his lips. “You like being around me.”

You bite your tongue, looking up to find his eyes darker than before. Cocking his head to the side, he awaits your answer. You’re not willing to give him the satisfaction. There’s no need to stroke his already big ego any more. Yes, this is more pleasant than you’d expected. Yes, he’s nice to be around. But... “You’re still a pain in the ass. Sorry.” With that, you had expected him to look away, but he doesn’t. His eyes flicker down to your lips, and back up to your eyes.

“So are you,” he teases, lips stretching into a lopsided grin.

Within a heartbeat, your lips are touching. Jungkook groans. You gasp, pulling him closer. Closed eyes, your heart beats a million miles an hour, revelling in the feeling of his mouth against yours. How soft his lips are. The trailing of his fingertips up your neck so he can crane your head back.

He comes to life, parting with a brief look into your eyes and a deep breath. Then, diving in full force. Jungkook kisses you like he’s been waiting to—like he’s hungry for it. You can barely believe that it’s happening, still trying to register that he’s actually kissing you. That it feels this good.

Your entire body kicks into gear when he bites at your bottom lip. Shifting your body to face his, you wrap a hand around the back of his neck. Returning his fervor, your mouths part and tongues meet in a desperate clash. Jungkook lets out a deep, guttural sound that makes you shiver. He’s skilled, tongue swiping over yours in a way that you can barely keep up with. Deliciously hot, just edging on sloppy. There’s no room for pauses, no time for thoughts.

Gaining purchase against the armrest, you swing a leg over his to sit in his lap. Jungkook’s leaning back still, pawing at your waist now that he’s got full access. You take full advantage of the position, crashing into him and devouring him. Biting at his lips, sucking his tongue into your mouth. The feeling is nearly euphoric paired with the rough, firm touches of his hands all over your body.

He touches anything he can find. Gripping onto your thighs and ass, slipping under your tank top and sweater to graze the skin on your back. Sparks erupt everywhere.

Mid-kiss, he sits up. Twisting so he can firmly plant both his feet on the found. It’s the angle he needs to pull you right against him. Your hips make contact and you moan. He’s not quite hard but he’s certainly getting there and the thought makes your head spin.

“Fuck,” you gasp, breaking away for air while he grids his hips up into yours. “Jungkook—”

“No talking,” he mouths against your jawline. “More kissing,” his voice is so raspy that it’s barely recognisable. Almost a growl.

You push his cap off. Grabbing his face with both hands and kissing him firmly. Angling his head back the same way he had done to you. Kissing him is way better than you could’ve ever imagined. He’s rougher, stronger, harder against your body. You need more.

Slipping your hands under his shoulder, you lift it. Tracing the hard lines of his chest, feeling how he jumps under your touch. It empowers you, makes you bolder. Your fingers reach a pert nipple, brushing over it only to hear him moan in the back of his throat. God, he keeps on getting better and better. Sensitive it seems, as you roll the bud between your fingers. His hips buck up into yours. Fully hard at this point, he must start to get uncomfortable in those jeans.

Jungkook’s resolve with kissing you slows, needing air. He breaks away with a smirk, cheeks flushed and panting. Holding your gaze steady, he pulls his shirt over his head in one smooth motion. Revealing planes of unmarred skin and tattoos you had yet to discover.

You take no shame in staring, reaching out to trace the dream catcher on his shoulder. Moving along the lines of thread and feathers that reach his elbow.

“Like what you see?” he whispers, pushing you closer with a hand on your lower back just so he can kiss your neck. You shiver, legs spreading. Leaning your head back to give him enough room to mark you up. The thought alone makes you whimper. “What’s that?” he mumbles, licking a hot stripe up your throat.

Fingers digging into his shoulders, you grind down onto him. He moans in response. “Stop being so smug.”

Jungkook throws his head back, looking at you through his lashes as you gyrate your hips more firmly. His body on full display. “I don’t know, it seems like you’re into it.”

“For fucks sake, shut up and kiss me.”

He listens, capturing your mouth with his. Everything moves fast after that. Between tongues and mouths clashing, Jungkook rids you of your sweater. He kisses down your neck and throat, leaving marks and enjoying the way that you quiver for him. You’re soaking through your leggings at this point. Jungkook’s doing no better.

When he pulls away, you take the opportunity to kiss down his neck, collarbones and chest. To get off his lap and kneel between his legs. His eyes widen as you do so. A hand immediately comes up to push your hair aside, tipping your chin upwards. When he traces his thumb over your mouth, you part your lips and swirl your tongue around the digit and bite down, making him hiss.

Spreading his legs to accomodate you, he relaxes against the cushions. Just like little pricks on the edge of your consciousness, you feel the nerves. You question your skills when you undo his jeans and pull them down his legs. Yet, the hazy look in his eyes tells you that he’s going to like this no matter what. He all but arches into you when you palm him through his underwear. Rock hard and leaking through the fabric, you don’t want to wait any longer to finally get your mouth on him. To hear him moan for you.

So you reach past his waistband, foregoing any teasing and pull the fabric down. His cock slaps up against his stomach, making him hiss again. The sight is gorgeous. Jungkook with his head thrown back, hair a mess, chest heaving and flushed even though you’ve barely touched him. It’s satisfying to know you did that to him.

You sit down on your knees, holding him in one hand and go slow. Mouthing at him first, giving him just a taste of what’s to come. He doesn’t hold back for you, reddened lips parting with all the noises he lets out. When you take the tip into your mouth, he jolts—groans and reaches to anchor himself on your shoulder. You have one hand on his thigh, the other around the base. That way, you steady yourself when you sink down on him.

“Don’t—Fuck, keep going.” A gentle hand winds into your hair, guiding you further onto his cock. You’re not usually one to do this but, seeing him feel this good spurs you on. It makes you want to take all of him. You don’t stop when he hits the back of your throat, gag reflex kicking in. He moans at the feeling, so you try to swallow. “Shit, fuck, don’t do that. Your mouth,” he pants, “so good.”

Feeling his grip loosen, you pull up, taking a deep breath when you let him out of your mouth. Spit dribbles from your mouth to the head, tears sting at the corners of your eyes. You look up, giving him the full vision, and you don’t look away when you sink down again.

You’re so wet. Core aching but unable to find any sort of relief. You end up trying to grind your hips without any payoff. Meanwhile, you start a steady rhythm. Hollowing out your cheeks and using your tongue on the underside. It works. You have him moaning out your name in seconds. His hand tightens in your hair again, not to force you, but spurring you on to take him a little deeper each time. Right until your nose hits his stomach. You hold there, to let him feel the flex of your throat one more time. Just so he remembers it. Then you take your rhythm back up, a little faster, a little tighter. Your jaw starts to hurt, but it’s worth it. To feel his thighs start to tremble and his stomach clench. How he tightens his hold on your hair, moans pitching every time you pass your tongue right under the head.

Your lungs are burning, but you can’t help but feel addicted to him. Sucking him harder and feeling him near that edge. You dig your nails into his thigh, breathing in through your nose. Jungkook’s hip start moving just a little, enough to startle you.

“‘M close,” he moans. “Fuck, can I—in your mouth. Shit.” He runs a hand through his hair, browns furrowed deep. When he opens his eyes you shiver. His lids are heavy, pupils blown and cheeks red. Just like his lips—he sinks his teeth into his bottom one when you resume.

He takes it as a yes, unable to stop his hips from pushing up. You let him take control, holding yourself still, hands on his thighs. Jungkook’s breathing picks up, moans mixing into one drawn out sound. You meet his eyes, mouth stuffed with his cock. That’s all he needed. He twitches and cums into your mouth. The taste is bitter and harsh on your tongue. You close your eyes, focused on the feeling of his body trembling. You’re the one who did that to him.

When he lets you go and you pull off him, he gives you a fuck-out yet expectant look. A cocky arch of his eyebrow when he sees your bulged cheeks. Waiting for you to swallow.

Instead, you reach for his mug that sits on the edge of the table and spit into it. Flinching at the leftover taste.

Jungkook nudges you with his knee. “Why are you like this?”

You set his cup down and reach for your own, take a big gulp of now-cold coffee. “I’m not swallowing your jizz.” The thought of doing that alone makes you want to puke.

“Don’t call it that.”

Rolling your eyes, you stand up on wobbly legs. “I just had it in my mouth, so I can call it whatever I want.”

Jungkook mimics your eyeroll. “Fine.” He pats your thigh. “Pants off.”

“What?”

He lies down on the couch. Surely he doesn’t expect you to ride him after you just fucked up your throat for him? What an ass. “You heard me, naked now. Chop chop.” He motions for you to hurry up and you just give him a blank stare. “Ugh, come here.” Jungkook sits up just slightly again and pulls you closer by your waistband. He gives you a brief look. “Unless you don’t wanna get naked?”

You chuckle, pushing at his hands to get him to slide your leggings off. A hand slips between your thighs to touch you. Rubbing you through the fabric, your knees nearly buckle. He’s nonchalant about it, lying back, eyes focused between your legs. Yet, he’s too accurate, easily finding his target.

“Jungkook,” you whine, grabbing onto the back of the couch.

He smirks. “Let’s take these off too.” The snap of your panties to your hip pulls you back. You shove them down, taken aback by the feeling of a hand grabbing your thigh. You’re about to question him, when he scoots further back on the couch and lifts your leg past his body. “Have a seat.”

Mind absolutely blank, you let him guide you to sit over his face. You’re dripping and he can see it—feel it probably from the way you just grazed his chest. A small moan leaving your lips when he reaches up to kiss your stomach.

“Don’t be shy,” he chuckles. “I’ve got you.”

You shift forward, holding onto the back of the couch. His hands come up to your thighs, pulling you even higher so he can slot his mouth onto your core. You can’t help but moan.

Noisy. Jungkook is so noisy. He sucks your lips into his mouth, teethes at them until you’re shaking. You struggle to hold your hips still, the need to grind into him too strong. And he does nothing to stop you. No, he urges you on. Looking up at you with those big eyes and nodding against you. Jungkook opens his mouth, tongue darting out to tease at your clit just briefly. Then, the reigns are all yours.

He holds you by the hips so you can hesitantly start moving. You shiver. It feels so good; the wet warmth of his mouth against your core. He follows you, hands pawing at your thighs, hips, and ass. With eyes closed, Jungkook eats you out like he’s been dying to do it. There’s no teasing, no playing—he’s straight to the point. You move over his tongue as he sucks on your cunt, nibbling and flicking whenever he gets the chance. Anything else is irrelevant. The sight of his head blissed out between your thighs is all you can focus on.

The pleasure spikes, shooting up your spine and filling you with warmth. It’s embarrassing how fast he gets you on the edge. How good he is. The way he occasionally stops you to take that bundle of nerves between his lips and suck on it until you’re screaming—it’s mind blowing. Your entire body is on fire, sweat drips down your back. His name falls from your lips in cries that echo throughout the room. Louder than the storm raging against the window.

“Jungkook, I’m—” you pant, unable to finish your sentence with the moans that he pulls from you. Incapable of thinking from the second he swirls his tongue around your entrance and presses inside. You halt all your movements. Nails dug deeply into the couch, you reach for his hair with your other hand. He moans when you grip it tightly, his own fingers tightening around your hips. “Don’t stop.”

He alternates between fucking his tongue into you and sucking on your clit. The intensity is almost too much. The irregularity keeps you on your toes and has you nearly teetering over the edge. You just need to—Jungkook reaches behind you and plunges two fingers into your sopping core. The sensation of being filled along with his tongue flicking over you has your eyes rolling back. Everything goes white.

You double over on the couch, unable to keep yourself up and smothering him in the process. Trembling in his hold, he helps you slowly ride out your high. Short, gentle movements against his mouth. The rocking of your hips is as involuntary as the way your body keeps shaking when he lets you go. Breath high in your throat, you chuckle.

“Good god.” You fall down when he slips out from underneath you.

As you twist towards him, Jungkook wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, crawling over you. All your limbs still feel like jelly, your mind swimming. “Yeah, that good?”

You hum, eyes closing. Wanting to lie down, you turn on your back, hearing a sharp thud.

“Shit,” Jungkook gasps. He’s grasping his chin with a laugh.

A few seconds pass before you feel the soreness in your knee. “Ugh, I’m so sorry,” you whine, reaching up to touch him. But he has other plans. Jungkook surges down smiling, pressing your mouths together for the first time in what feels like hours. The stickiness on his face doesn’t go unnoticed. The reminder that he just ate you out, that he’s the one who made you cum that hard. You moan when you taste yourself on his tongue.

He kisses you deeply, smiling against your mouth. You finally get rid of your tank top, now fully naked. He mouths over your chest, twisting your nipples, spreading your legs so that he can fit between them. Pressing himself against you, hard and waiting. “Can you go again?” he asks, pulling away and searching your eyes.

You still feel floaty, but the sensation of his hard cock pressing against your thigh has you quivering. “Yeah.” You’re aching to feel him inside, so you tilt your hips up towards him. Spreading your legs wider and inviting him.

“Wait,” you blurt, eyes flying open and pressing a hand against his chest. He stops with his hand around his dick, just about ready to slide home. “Condom.”

Jungkook curses, looking around the room. He locates his jeans that lie in a pile with his shirt and boxers. The fact that he’s actually got a condom in there is uncanny.

“You’ve got to be kidding me?” You joke.

He shrugs. “I wore these jeans while going out last night.”

“You’re disgusting!” You slap his arm lightly, but he just chuckles in return. He knows just as well as you do that you’re waiting for him to fuck you. The clenching of your core attests to that.

No time is wasted, Jungkook puts the condom on and lines himself up. “You good?”

You nod. “Just go slow.”

The slight oversensitivity just makes it feel even better. He stretches you out so perfectly. You feel every inch, every stutter of his hips as he goes deeper. Way deeper than you’d expected. Until his hips meet yours and he curses, burying his face into your neck.

“You feel good,” he mumbles, kissing your skin.

“You too.” Trailing your fingers up his back, you wait for your body to adjust to him. To feel yourself relax and pull for more. That tell-tale need for movement, friction. Jungkook holds steady, hips barely moving. “Go,” you say when your stomach clenches. “Move. Fuck me like you mean it.”

Jungkook growls, grasping onto the couch. Pulling out and slamming back in full force. You slide up the cushions, so fast you grasp onto him for support. Fingernails digging into his back, legs wrapping around his waist, you keen at the pleasure. Each thrust is better than the last. Harder, more precise.

Your back arches off the couch, mouth agape. Pleasure is constant, like your body is vibrating with it. Jungkook mouths at your neck, sucking, biting—teeth playfully tugging at your ear just to whisper something dirty that you can barely comprehend. Your mind can’t make sense of anything but his dick pumping inside of you. His hips slapping against yours and his mouth against your skin.

Until he kisses you. His mouth messily connecting with yours, movements slowing. With a hand on your ass, he hikes you up the couch, angling your body so that he can press your legs to your chest. Just like that, he picks up. Starting off slow, still kissing you, tongue laving over yours almost sweetly. You shiver, the slow drag of his cock as delicious as the harsh assault. He changes angles, just a hair, but it’s enough for him to graze that part inside of you that makes you see stars.

Throwing your head back, you moan. Fingers sliding through the sweat on his back, up to tangle into his hair, gripping tight. He groans. Head falling onto your shoulder, hips stuttering against yours.

“You like that?” you whisper into his ear, tongue darting out to flick at a pierced lobe.

He nods, teeth sinking into your shoulder as you pull hard. Hips picking up, chasing the pleasure.

Hearing him moan like that. So unabashed and loud, only adds to your pleasure. Toes curling, you close your eyes and let your head fall back. Hips meeting him thrust for thrust, helping him reach even deeper inside of you. To hit that spot every single time. Jungkook has perfected that balance between smooth and hard. Never slamming rough enough to jolt you, yet firm enough to make you capable of sounds you were unaware of. Rhythmic, never stopping or slowing. So constant you can’t do anything but fall into motion with him.

Bodies syncing up. Hands finding places to touch. Nipples, lips, thighs, waists, hair. He is holding you spread open for him, your thighs starting to ache. But it’s worth it, because soon, you feel the pleasure spike.

Your stomach tightens, tingling at the base of your spine. “Jungkook,” you moan.

He answers by looking up, lips bitten red and parted.

“Can you,” you can’t finish the sentence, moaning and closing your eyes. Tapping his hand on your thigh is enough though. He releases you, instead pulling your legs around his waist. Closer like this, his chest slides over yours. It gives you just enough space to reach between your bodies and touch yourself.

He looks down at the sensation, cursing at the sight of your fingers playing with your clit while his cock slides in and out of you. The angle doesn’t let you do the same, but you can hear the slick slide clearly. You can feel it dripping down your ass.

The added pleasure is enough to put you on the edge, fast. “I’m gonna—Jungkook!” you yelp when he leans down and sucks a nipple into his mouth. “Fuck.” One hand between your bodies, the other holding his hair.

In seconds, your high hits you. Hard. Your entire body locks up, so much that Jungkook lets out a strangled moan. Fluttering around him he joins you in your peak. Thrusts stilling, pressed deep inside of you. He spills into the condom as you rut your hips, still coming down.

Spent bodies collapse onto the couch, Jungkook refusing to pull out immediately. He’s basking in the feeling of your aftershock, walls still clenching ever so slightly. You can’t blame him. It feels good. Having him inside of you as he lies down, pulling your hips against his, kissing you. His mouth is tender, laving over yours without much hurry. A hand combing through your hair, softly humming, smiling.

He finally pulls out, leaving you feeling empty and slightly sore. Grunting, he ties the condom and makes a show of throwing it into the same mug you used earlier. It makes him grin.

“I’m throwing that mug out.”

“You really don’t have to.”

“Oh, I really do. It’s been tainted beyond remedy. I’m not drinking from that, ever again.”

Jungkook presses his nose against your temple, still grinning like a fool. “You’re so weird.”

You snort. “Says the guy who just three-point shot a condom into a mug full of cum.”

No reply follows, only comfortable silence. Jungkook and you just lie like that for a while. Bodies coming down, breaths evening out, enjoying each other. Slightly sticky with sweat, you let him grab the blanket and throw it over you. Your heart swells.

Could it be possible that you’re not the only one who feels something more? Deep down, you’ve always known he’s not just an asshole. You’ve just never seen that side of him before today. All this time you’ve tried to ignore it. To not let yourself fall for that trap. A guy like him isn’t supposed to be good. Yet, maybe you were wrong about him. And maybe, he feels the same way about you.

Taehyung isn’t gonna let you hear the end of this, but you can’t help but wonder if there is an opportunity for more between you and Jungkook?

“You know,” he says after a while, “We should definitely do this again.”

Your heart shatters. That’s it. Reality crashing down on you. Of course Jungkook doesn’t feel anything for you. He’s just out for sex and you should’ve known.

You scramble up from the couch. Jungkook sputters out something you can’t quite catch, trying to grab a hold of you. “Don’t touch me,” you spit. “I can’t believe you.” Grabbing your panties and pulling them on alongside your sweater, you put distance between the two of you. “Is that what I am to you? Just another cunt to fuck?”

Jungkook’s hastily putting on his boxers, standing up, eyes wide. He opens his mouth, but you don’t care to listen.

“That’s why you were really here, right? To get into my pants. That’s why you had the condom on you.” It’s all falling together now. How could you have been so stupid? “All the fucking whining about Yoongi, but you’re no better than him.”

“Stop,” he rushes, shaking his head. “Listen to me—“

“Don’t!” you call when he reaches for you, grabbing you by the wrists and forcing you to look at him. You try to wriggle away, but he’s holding you steady.

“Listen,” he tries again. “I—“

You shove at his chest. “Let me go, Jungkook. Fucking let me go.”

He obeys, arms falling limply beside his body. Expression going soft when he sees you’re crying. “Please hear me out.”

“No, Jungkook. You don’t get it. I have feelings for you. Real, non-sexual feelings. I don’t just want to be another girl on your checklist.” There it is. Out with the truth. Your breaths come out short and ragged. Harshly wiping your tears, you grab your leggings off the floor. Jungkook just stares at you. “I was stupid to fall for this act.” It’s true. He doesn’t date. Sex. That’s it. You should’ve known, you should’ve protected yourself. Should’ve never let him weasel his way into your heart.

Jungkook deflates, head falling, hair shielding his eyes. “I’m sorry that you think of me this way.”

What a pretentious prick. “Forget it Jungkook, I’m not buying it.” You look outside, rain still pouring down the window. “You know where everything is. I want you out before sunrise.” You turn your back on him and storm into your bedroom, slamming the door closed.

The contents of your cabinet click, something falling to the floor. Your tears only get worse. Feeling the cold of your room wrap around your worn out body. To feel the remnants of him still cling to your skin. The marks, the soreness, and the scent. God, you’re so dumb. You want to call Taehyung, to hear his voice and have him comfort you. But it’s two in the morning and his sleep schedule is shaky enough as it is.

So you just opt for a shower, stripping and getting under the hot spray to wash away whatever you can. You douse yourself in your favourite clementine scented body wash. But it does nothing to clean the fresh tears. Nothing can. The realisation that your feelings for Jungkook had gone way past crush hurts. You let your guard down and he drove a knife into your back.

Sleep, you think. You need sleep. You need to rid yourself of these thoughts and feelings. Wake up tomorrow and just pretend like this never happened. Even if you know it’ll be evident. You can pretend.

You dry off and brush your teeth. Three times to be precise. Ending up in bed wrapped in your favourite teddy sweater, warm and cosy. Your chest still aches with tears that no longer fall. Heart heavy. Like you miss him close to you.

There’s not much you can do but close your eyes and will your mind to shut off. You don’t want to think about him anymore.

The creaking of your door opening startles you right as you’re drifting off. He better be joking. You refuse to move, holding tightly onto the blanket, hoping that he’s just checking in on you and will leave. You hear the door click closed, and then the bed dips.

You hold your breath. Jungkook doesn’t speak. He lifts the covers so he can scoot under them and pull you against his chest. It’s not a tight hold, but it’s there. A strong arm draped over your waist, legs grazing yours as you pretend to be asleep. The feather-light gaze of his lips against your neck makes fresh tears appear in your eyes.

“Jungkook,” you croak.

He shushes you. “I know you’re upset with me. I just don’t want you to be alone when you’re feeling like this. We can talk in the morning—if you want. For now, just get some rest.”

It’s true. You shouldn’t be alone, crying yourself to sleep. Even if he’s the one that caused it. You just don’t want to let yourself trust the gesture. He’s probably trying to make you feel less angry. Even if it doesn’t work, it’s appreciated, ill intent or not. Having someone here is calming, letting you fall into an unruly slumber.

The next morning, you wake up in his embrace. Closer, back pressed to his chest. His nose nuzzles into your hair. It’s so nice. Warm. Soothing. He’s a good cuddler.

Then, your entire body stiffens. The previous night coming back to you in flashes. Your bodies entwined on the couch, moans bouncing off the wall. You swallow tightly, lifting his arm.

“Hey,” Jungkook whispers. He must’ve already been awake, reaching for your hand and giving it a small squeeze. “Should I go?”

Yes. “No,” you mumble. You need answers. To make the story whole before you force him out of your life for good.

“Do you want to—”

“Why do you always act like such a dick around me?”

Jungkook takes a deep breath. “Because you won’t give me the time of day otherwise.”

You still, practically holding your breath so that you can hear every word.

“Every time I’m nice to you, you pretend like I don’t exist. When I push your buttons,” he sighs, “that’s when I get your attention.”

Attention? He wants your attention? Your mind’s running circles, afraid to turn around and see the look in his eyes and get swayed. Feel remorse for the pain you hear lined in his voice. That you can feel in the trembling of his hand encasing yours.

“Can you at least say something?” he asks.

“I don’t know what you want me to say.”

He sits up, the mattress shifting and your eyes closing tightly. “Sit up, please.” Grabbing your arm, Jungkook gets you to reluctantly sit up and face him. Though you won’t look at him, eyes on your knees that nearly touch his. You notice that he’s still in his boxers, but he’s at least wearing a shirt. He doesn’t force you to look at him when he starts speaking again. “I want to be honest with you.” He toys with the edge of your sheets. “But if you’re not going to listen to the whole story it’s not worth telling you.”

Your heart hammers. Tears threaten to fall. Taking a deep breath gives away your nerves. You want to tell him he can’t ask that of you. That he doesn’t deserve that. But if there’s even a slight chance of a misunderstanding—something your heart hopes for—you have to hear him out. Even if it’ll hurt. “Okay.”

“Thank you,” he mumbles. He’s nervous too. Breath shaky like his body, nearly curled in on himself. You never thought you’d see him this vulnerable. “Honestly, when I first met you, I was intrigued by you because I couldn’t have you. You just held up your nose every time I as much as looked your way. It made me want to know more about you. And the moment I did, it was over for me. I realised that you’re not just opinionated, crass, and entitled. You’re smart, a hard worker, and you’re such a good friend.”

You finally dare to look up. To see the desperate look in his eyes as he pauses. Shocked.

“I admire you,” he whispers.

“What?” you blurt. “You’re the one with the straight A’s, not me.”

He shakes his head in defeat, biting his lip and looking away. “The only reason I’m getting straight A’s is because I’ve taken these classes before. I’m not like you, I don’t work hard. I should be studying like you.”

You frown. “What do you mean, you’ve done them before? Do you already have a law degree?”

Jungkook avoids your eyes. “When I got out of high school at the age of seventeen, I got into a big university with a scholarship. The full ride. But I was stupid,” he croaks. “I wanted to fully enjoy the college ride. So I studied just enough to get by and dedicated the rest of my time to partying.” He says it like he’s disgusted with himself. Muscles in his neck tightening as he swallows impending tears. “I got arrested for underage drinking and lost the entire scholarship. Everything I had worked so hard for, down the drain.”

The words leave him pained, the regret for his past decisions clear in his eyes. Yet, he’s still here, studying this degree you know most students can’t afford. You have a scholarship too.

“So yeah,” he breathes. “I wish I had a little more discipline like you. I admire that you’re able to put school first. As much as I pretend to hate you just to get your attention, I like being around you. You’re a positive influence on people, including me.”

“So it’s my fault? For judging you?”

Jungkook’s eyes widen. “No, not at all. As I said, I was being an ass on purpose because I was curious about you. But when I got to know you,” he cocks his head to the side, “feelings happened. I just couldn't find a way to show you the better sides of myself. Which is partially why I showed up yesterday.”

“Huh,” you frown. So he did have ulterior motives? “How does that change anything? You still showed up here to sleep with me.” He’s talking in circles. You feel remorse for him, but you tell yourself to stay strong. His past doesn’t excuse his actions.

“I really wasn’t planning on sleeping with you. I wouldn’t do that to you. There just was no other way to get you to spend time alone with me. I wanted to show you a better side of me, hoping that you’d realise I’m not all bad and maybe would give me a chance.” A chance to what? “I like you,” he adds when you don’t respond, “a lot.”

What? He can’t be serious. After everything that happened.

“But I also care about you. I like being around you—bickering included. I genuinely wanted to help. I know how hard it is to start again, I didn’t want to see you go through that.”

You go silent. Trying to think over his words and not see the bad. To believe that he means it. He did help you after all. He studied with you for hours, never insinuating anything sexual. He was nice, comforting and believed in you. You never asked for any of that. And after all, you kissed him too. You could’ve stopped it. If he had just wanted sex, he wouldn’t be here.

But he is. “Jungkook, I’m so sorry,” you say, grabbing his hand.

“I’m the one who’s sorry. For making you feel used. I should’ve just been honest with you.” Jungkook laces your fingers together. “I know it was a dick move on my side to sleep with you. I shouldn’t have said what I said.”

“I played as much of a part in it as you did. So let’s just—how about we call it even. Bury the hatchet?” You cock your head to the side, rubbing your thumb over the back of his hand. It won’t be easy, you’ll need to do a lot of thinking, but your heart wants to forgive him. To see more of his gentler side.

He nods, lifting up your hand and pressing his lips against your knuckles. “Sounds good to me.”

The two of you get up after that, even if it’s a little awkward. It’s weird to not be bickering with him. You’re surprised that he actually cleaned the living room last night. There’s not a trace of him left aside from his clothes that are carefully folded on the table. Even that mug is gone.

“What do you want to eat?” you ask, reaching to the top shelve for another mug.

Jungkook comes closer. “Just coffee is okay for now.”

You turn, almost bumping into his chest, blushing heavily. Now that he knows you have feelings for him, he’s enjoying himself just a little too much. Smiling at you while you’re making coffee and some cereal for yourself. You eat in silence, browsing through your phone.

It’s when you get up to clean, that Jungkook speaks again.

“Hey,” he says, grabbing you back by the waist.

“Hi?” You turn around in his grip.

“You know,” he starts, hand coming up to brush your hair behind your ear. “As much as I regret what I said yesterday, I did mean it.”

“What?” You chuckle lightly. “You want to do that again?”

He nods, and you catch a faint redness dusting his cheeks. “I do, a lot of times, if you want.”

You laugh, twisting away from him to put the dishes in the sink. “If that is your way of you asking me to be your girlfriend, Jungkook, then I must say you’re not quite hitting the right angle. Seeing what happened yesterday.” He can’t seriously be thinking you just want him for sex after all that. You start cleaning, even if it’s just to avoid having to look at him and admit that you’re shy. Thinking about what happened last night—the good parts.

Sighing, he turns off the tap that you had just turned on.

“Hey!” You turn it back on, only to have him shut it off again. “What do you want?”

“I’m not saying that I want you to be my girlfriend. I don’t think I’m ready for that just yet.” He leans in, brushing his nose against yours, searching your eyes like he’d done the night before. Like he’s waiting for permission.

You couldn’t resist him even if you tried. So you kiss him, just briefly. “Then what are you ready for, big boy?”

He laughs. “For starters, I would love to take you out for dinner after the exam that’s in,” he looks up at the clock, “six hours.”

You groan, throwing your head back. “Don’t remind me.” It’s probably a wiser decision to take some time to think. See how you feel about this, but dinner won’t hurt. “I will still need some time to think about,” you gesture between you two, “whatever this is.”

“Oh,” his face falls. “Yeah, I get that. I just thought that—since you said you have feelings for me too.” Jungkook pouts. He fucking juts out his bottom lip and you haven’t seen anything more endearing in your entire life. Your heart does a weird little flip, and you know that you’re a goner. Even more so than you had been before last night.

Now you know that he is good. That he is worthy of a chance. So why not give it? Why would you sit around and let your mind think all sorts of negative things about him if you can give him the chance to prove to you that he’s a great guy. As he said, it’s just a date. Not a label. Yet.

When he turns away, you pull him back by his hand, slamming your lips to his. He grunts, both hands coming up to thread through your hair. The kiss isn’t deep. It isn’t anything like the way you kissed last night. It sweeps you off your feet, so tender and warm. When he pulls away, you’re out of breath and you can see the adoration in his eyes. You hope he can see it in yours.

Then, he pinches your butt.

You push at his chest. “Thanks for reminding me that you’re still an annoying brat.”

He chuckles, giving you a peck on the lips. “But you like me that way.”

“Sadly,” you grumble, winding your arms around his neck. “I do.”

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taeguboi · 4 years

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"Would You Rather...?” Drabble 07 [Reader x Jungkook]

Would you rather wear one of Jimins rings or wear one of Jungkooks hoodies?

I think this one is the 7th WYR answer? Anyway, here it is! Only about 1.1k words so go me! :P

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Somebody To Lean On

“Oh my God y/n, what’s the matter?” asks a concerned Jungkook as he answers the door to see you shivering in the rain.

“I-I’m sorry” you stammer, aware that it’s probably nearly midnight now.

Why did things always have to go so horribly wrong for you? Every time you try to turn your life around, show your face to the world, allow yourself to be happy, someone just has to rain on your parade… It just also happened that it’s literally raining right now too which doesn’t exactly help matters for you.

“Come in! Come in!” Jungkook insists, making way at the door frame to let you walk into his hallway.

Closing the door behind him, first thing’s first. He needs to find out what’s going on and what has made his friend so upset.

“Why do I always pick the stupid ones?” you sob, plonking yourself down on his sofa.

“Y/n, start from the beginning… What happened?” he asks, standing in front of you.

“I had that date tonight… You know, with--”

“Yes” he interrupts, not even wanting to hear the name. He knows who you’re talking about immediately. Just the other day you had confided in him and only him that you were planning to meet your ex to try things again and see what happens. Jungkook never liked that guy since he had hurt you the first time from accusing you of cheating in the relationship.

“Everything was going so nicely… You know, we were chatting, the meal was lovely, drinking… Why’d he have to do it again to me?” you cry uncontrollably, unable to get out a full explanation.

“Y/n… breath slowly” he instructs in an attempt to calm you. “What did he do to you y/n?” he asks in concern, thinking it could be a variety of things really from all the shit he had done to you in the past.

“I-I-I was just… I went to the toilet because he’d been gone for a long time and I couldn’t hold it any longer a-a-and… I can’t believe it still Jungkook, I-I really can’t!”

“Hey, here, here” he replies with sympathy, pulling you in for a cuddle on the couch. Your clothes are rather damp but he tries to get over that.

“How low do you have to be to be fucking some other girl in the toilets of all places and whilst on a date with someone else!” you exclaim, voice muffled into his chest.

Jungkook’s heart sank at that. He knew it was a bad idea for you to see that guy again. He knew this guy would let you down sooner or later. Even Jungkook hadn’t thought he’d let you do that soon.

“Just hold onto me, yeah? You can squeeze me as tightly as you want” he offers, desperate to comfort you.

You give him the tightest hug you think you’ve ever given anyone with your arm around his torso, clinging on for dear life. Your heart felt like it was in tatters. You felt so stupid.

“It’s my fault, isn’t it? I just gave him another chance just like that and--”

“No! Don’t you say that!” he exclaims, pulling you away to look into your eyes, his hand firmly on your shoulders to give you a serious talk.

“You… You are the most kind-hearted person I know. You always believe people deserve second chances. You always try to see it from their side, no matter how awful they’ve been…”

“God! I’m so stupid!”

“That’s not what I was getting at y/n”

“It’s true though! If I hadn’t’ve given him that chance to just talk, then I wouldn’t have given him the chance to crush me up all over again!”

“Please listen y/n!” begs Jungkook, still trying to catch your gaze and make proper eye contact. “Do I think you walking here in the rain instead of getting a cab was stupid? Maybe.”

You chuckle a little through the tears at this, trying to dry your eyes a little for your friend.

“But! Do I think you’re stupid for wanting to try again? Of course not”

“Thank you Jungkook… I’m sorry to be a burden…”

“You’re not” he assures you, registering the dampness of your clothes travelling to his hands. “Tell you what, let’s get you some dry clothes and I’ll make you a nice warm drink, yeah?”

“I’d like that, thank you” you reply, taking Jungkook’s hand as he stands up and reaches out to you.

You had never seen Jungkook’s bedroom before but it felt cosy and homely. He has a simple white and grey colour scheme but it’s nice.

You watch him fumble about in some drawers in search of some dry clothes and he grabs a hoodie which was hanging on the back of his door.

“Here, have these. If you want, you can stay the night if you need” he tells you. “Uh - you don’t have to, of course” he chuckles nervously. “The offer’s there though”

You smile at your friend for his kindness. You didn’t really want to be alone tonight after all that commotion at the restaurant.

“Thank you”

“I’ll leave you to, uh… yeah” he nervously replies, bowing his head a couple of times awkwardly and leaving the room.

You hear his footsteps fade out as he goes back down the stairs and you take that as the right time to undress from your soggy clothes.

Jungkook’s clothes feel just as comfortable as his room looks. The fabric softener he uses smells heavenly as you pull one of his black shirts over your head after taking off your dress. The tracksuit bottoms that are a little big on you but manage to stay up with a simple bow in the drawstring feel like your legs are being hugged.

You pick up the hoodie that remained draped on the bed sheets and you can’t help but take in the scent as you pick it up. You don’t know what exact brand of deodorant he uses but it’s enticing as the scent lingers up your nostrils. You melt a little into a sense of security and consolation as you pull it over your head as it reminds you of what your senses felt when he was hugging you downstairs.

You do your best to smile as you look into his full length mirror, sighing as you recollect the events of this evening. It’s easier than you thought it would be to make that happy expression even if it isn’t fully sincere. But you know how lucky you are to have such a kind friend and that’s what really makes you beam as you look at your reflection, wearing Jungkook’s clothes.

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ticklishmmm · 4 years

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I’m currently writing my next Jikook tickle fic and it seems like it will be longer than my last one

#jikook #tickle #tickling #tickle fic #jeon jungkook #park jimin #bts #bangtan #ticklish #jikook tickle #jikook fic #jikook fanfiction #fanfiction #tickle story #jugnkook tickle #jimin tickle

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borathae · 3 years

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OMG THE FLUFFY D/S FIC WITH JUGNKOOK ANUNCUEDEDEH. MY LITTLE SUB HEART WAS BURSTING WITH JOY I FUCKING CANT. SIBI YOU TALENTED SON OF A BITCH. PLUS THE AAOL VIBES COMING FROM THIS. gosh, i miss bunny and lucky so much 🥺 BUT THANK YOU FOR THIS MASTERPIECE, PLEASE KEEP WRITING FLUFFY D/S THEMES BECUASE GOD IT MAKES MY HEART DO JUMPING JACKS AND CARTWHEELS. you are so talented, i love you 🥰

FADSJFIAD THANK YOU ANONIE!! I'M SO HAPPY THAT YOU LIKED IT!! 🥺💜

#asks: aaol #asks #anon

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plumblackjeon · 5 years

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Ares (Pt. 1)

boxer!Jungkook x Reader Genre: Smut/Angst Word Count: 5004 Warnings: 18+ Perverse sex, drug use, minor character death, stripping, prostitution (for now)

Jungkook is from a poor, working-class family. He is the best boxer in their little town. This story explores his life - hardships, love, hate, sex, death, and all the vices life has to offer.

Just so there’s no confusion, this story is inspired by my own fic from ao3. Also, please let me know what you think - your feedback is really important to me!

A too familiar morning.

He is out before 6 AM and it’s too cold for his denim jacket to keep him warm. He frowns in the cold air, letting out a shaky breath, as his bag keeps sliding off of his shoulder. The sky is really dark today, completely covered by the huge black clouds, which will surely bring rain later during the day.

It’s so quiet, that the only thing he hears is the slight rustling of the leaves, being carried away by the autumn wind. As he nears the gymnasium, he sees a flock of birds flying over the old building. A couple of steps more and he’ll finally feel warm – after he pushes the hard entrance doors. As soon as they close behind him, the loud sounds of the birds disappear – and he doesn’t even know that this is the last time he’ll hear them.

He inhales the all too familiar smell – the smell of an early morning, the smell of rubber mats they train on, the smell of freshly greased training equipment.

And this is what he lives for.

His shoes are too tight and worn out, but his mother won’t afford a new pair any time soon.

He is here before the other guys, and his workout doesn’t stop until his entire body is covered in sweat. When he finishes, he still has 20 minutes before the training starts. The lights are still off and the color of the trees is accentuated by the gloomy weather, illuminating the entire hall with a greenish blue light.

A muffled melody breaks the silence and he searches through his bag to find his phone. The corner of his lips turns upwards before he even opens the message. And there, on the broken display, is a “I wasn’t able to fall asleep when you left...” and a video.

His footsteps are echoing through the hall as he walks towards the bathroom stalls, holding the phone in his hand and waiting for the video to download. He throws his bag onto the pale blue tiles and enters one of the stalls. The video finally downloads and he presses play.

Jungkook instantly recognizes his silver necklace, hitting him in the chest, as he thrusts at a fast pace – his forearms bulging in the video, as he focuses on holding himself up. Shy whimpers can be heard behind the camera, together with the squeaking bed and ragged breathing. “You like that? Like when I fuck you like that, huh?” He was barely able to finish the sentence, breathing hard in between each word – his voice always stern and rough when he fucks.

He replays the video one more time, precome oozing out of his tip, when he receives another message. He downloads the second video, and plays it after a couple of seconds.

He squeezes his cock over the thick material of his tracksuit, biting into his lip at the feeling and slightly groaning in frustration – he still has about 15 minutes before the training starts – but the smash of the heavy entrance doors closing brings him back to reality and he turns off his phone.

It’s the coach – he always comes here before the other guys, just to set up everything for the training. Jungkook exits the bathroom and walks towards the main hall.

“Did you have a good warm-up,” the coach asks Jungkook, throwing the heavy bags he was carrying onto the rubber mats.

Jungkook looks at him, still breathing hard from his workout and he replies, “not bad.”

That’s the only thing he says – he doesn’t even shrug. There’s no unnecessary body movement when he speaks. His answers are very concise – straight to the point. He doesn’t smile just to make the other person feel more comfortable. He doesn’t ask meaningless questions just for the sake of being polite, like “How have you been? How was your day? I heard you transferred to a new company, how do you like it there?” He doesn’t ask if he’s not genuinely interested – he doesn’t pretend. And he doesn’t understand why other people do that.

His short answer makes the coach feel a little bit uncomfortable, and so he asks another question under pressure, just to break the nerve-racking silence, “How’s everything at home?”

This time, Jungkook actually shrugs, because the situation at home has never been worse, and so he needs a little bit of time to come up with a lie, “fine,” he frowns a bit, his lips curving downwards and he shrugs again, “the usual.”

The coach looks at him, with some suspicion, but decides against prying any further, and so he starts talking about boxing, “so, we’re starting 1 on 1 training tomorrow, and I want you to be here at 5 am. We’re aiming for the finals now, because you’re the only one who can actually do it… But there is absolutely no room for error now.” He looks at Jungkook with a somewhat stern look on his face, hoping that his words affected Jungkook in some way.

Jungkook just nods.

“Jungkook, I hope you realize how serious this is. Not only for the club and your boxing ambitions, but…” he hesitates a bit, but decides to continue “you can finally get that money for your brother.”

“I know,” Jungkook says, nodding a few more times, with a reassuring look in his eyes.

Minutes pass by and the other guys start arriving one by one, and when their cheap plastic clock on the right wall shows 7 O’clock, the actual training starts. Sounds of bare feet tapping across the room can be heard throughout the hall, strong masculine bodies hitting the mats – competitive young men and excess testosterone.

Time goes by fast when he’s here and he feels dread when the training is over, because he has to go back home. After he exits the gymnasium, and the hard doors close behind him, another painful day starts.

He walks back home – the wind has started blowing harder than when he first got out of the house this morning – he rubs his hands over his arms, in hopes of heating them up a bit, but the worn out denim just hurts the blisters on the pads of his fingers. Luckily, he has less than ten minutes until he gets home.

He walks through the inner courtyard of the building complex he lives in, which looks more like a park – just a lot of greenery and benches with interlocked buildings creating a sort of concrete maze around it.

The entire neighborhood is old and most of the buildings are in bad condition. They’ve turned grey from all the smog, and almost all the glass on the front doors is broken and covered in graffiti. The buildings were built specifically for the working class, back in the 80s – some of them are square shaped, some L-shaped and there are also five solitaires in the middle, which everyone calls the white angels. Jungkook lives in one of them.

When he gets home, Taehyung is there, waiting for him in his room – his dad must have let him in. “Why aren’t you answering your phone? I’ve been...” Taehyung motions with his hand, as he struggles to finish the sentence, and he looks almost angry because his mind isn’t working. “I’ve been…” his eyes are half-closed, and he probably doesn’t realize how slow his movements are and how much he is slurring his words.

Jugnkook can already tell what’s going on, so he doesn’t say a word, he just keeps looking at Taehyung, with a stern look on his face – because he’s fed up with this, he’s fed up with Taehyung’s shit. Mostly because he doesn’t know how to deal with this, he can’t get through to him, Taehyung dismisses everything he says and the frustration in Jungkook just keeps building up, because he feels so fucking helpless.

And so he almost yells at Taehyung, after too much time has passed, “you’ve been what?!”

“Calling you the entire morning!” Taehyung finally says, managing to raise up his voice a little – as if he has the right to be pissed – but he’s physically unable to yell.

“I had training,” Jungkook looks at him, anger starting to build up in him even more now, “I’ve had training every morning for the past three years.” His tone is painful for Taehyung. “Are you on heroin again, Taehyung?”

Taehyung frowns, his nose scrunching – his expression full of rage “Fuck you,” he spits out, “I told you I tried that shit once man, ok?!”

There’s an awkward silence, but Jungkook doesn’t give into it, he just keeps staring at Taehyung. So naturally, Taehyung gives in, breaking under the pressure – especially since he’s desperately trying to defend himself.

“I forgot man... I’m just drunk… I didn’t really go home since last night.” He tries to sit on Jungkook’s bed, moving across the room painfully slowly, “anyways, I wanna sell my leather jacket, so, like, I wonder if..” he makes another unnecessary pause, breathing heavily, as if it’s physically hard for him to speak, “if like,” he raises his voice all of a sudden, “any of your guys from the gym are interested.. Soo, that you can... you know…” He looks at Jungkook, thinking that Jungkook understood everything, not realizing how confusing his sentences are. “So, can you ask them? If they are?”

Jungkook is sitting on the couch, right across from Taehyung.

“You look like a fucking junkie,” Jungkook almost hisses, with disgust written all over his face, “you can’t even speak.” He waits for a reaction, but it doesn’t come.

“Are you that fucking dumb? Did you really decide to be a heroin addict, who shits and pukes all over himself, because he’s so out of it? Is that it?” He waits again. “Why did you stop boxing? What, you don’t like it anymore? All of a sudden? Taehyung?!”

Taehyung looks so insulted, but at the same time, he can’t do anything about it, because just trying to focus on Jungkook takes so much energy and concentration. He’s trying so hard to keep his body still and not fall down, but he doesn’t realize that his upper body is swaying from left to right, even though he’s sitting down. His breathing is so heavy and it is so painfully loud in the uncomfortable silence Jungkook has left them in.

“You wanna sell your favorite jacket?” Jungkook continues, “that’s your only jacket.” He waits for a response again. “Why do you need the money so bad?”

“Fuck you man.” Taehyung’s reply is filled with so much hate, that Jungkook was actually able to hear the sound of all the spit that has gathered in Taehyung’s mouth, as he was pronouncing that “F”. Taehyung starts getting up, pulling up his pants, and slowly walking towards the door.

“Every time I come to you for a favor, you act like a fucking woman, nagging and talking shit all the time. When have you turned into this fucking savior, huh? Does it get you off? Huh?” He grabs the door handle, but looks at Jungkook, before he opens the door, “does this make you feel better, because you can’t help your brother?”

Jungkook just stares at him and Taehyung leaves.

The first few seconds, Jungkook actually feels the need to run after Taehyung and smash his skull. But then he suddenly comes to his senses, and he wonders – when has their friendship turned into this shit? Talking like they despise each other, frustration building up on both sides. He hates the way Taehyung talks to him, the way he’s treating him – who the fuck does he think he is?

Then, after he calms down a little, he actually starts thinking about this the right way. Jungkook is disgusted with himself for feeling impatient and inconvenienced – for feeling irritated by Taehyung – when instead, he should be helping Taehyung.

But he doesn’t know how.

He has to take cold showers, because their electricity was turned off, for not paying the bills. His mom is out again, his dad is prostrated across the table – his brother long forgotten, as he continues to wither in his hospital bed.

******

Jungkook skips over a puddle, it was raining hard tonight and it’s chilly outside. There’s no one on the street, he only hears his footsteps tapping across the wet concrete, as he heads towards the club. The air is fresh and the street lights are reflecting in the puddles – a scenario that he knows all too well. He’s already drunk, because alcohol is less expensive in the 7/11 than at the strip club, so he always drinks before he goes there.

He pays for sex – not because he has to, far from it, but because it excites him – it heightens the sexual experience

It’s also a subconscious thing – he feels “loved” here, he is every girl’s object of affection – he is everyone’s favorite. They care for him, nurture him, they heal his scars – both inside and out. He loves the delicate touches, how careful and tender girls are with him – after an entire day of being hit, he guesses that’s kind of normal.

But tonight’s a special night, because tonight he actually came here for someone.

The bass is so loud that it almost hurts your ears, but you’ll get used to it soon. The music in the club is purposefully chosen in order to create a dark and exhilarating mood, which awakens all the beasts of the soul.

You’ve just exited the changing rooms, entering the main floor of the club, and after a minute of looking around the crowd, you recognize the guy from yesterday. At least you think it’s him, because you can only see his back.

But after a couple of seconds he turns around and now you’re sure it’s him, because of the nasty scar starting all the way from his mouth and spreading across his left cheek – in a way, distorting even the corner of his lips a little bit. You’ve heard of this before, supposedly, it’s caused by cutting the person from the corners of his lips, all the way to the ears, leaving a scar in the shape of a smile. But usually, it doesn’t look as severe as his, you’ve never seen a scar like that, and he only has it on one side of his face.

You’re so caught up in your thoughts that you don’t even realize he’s spotted you too, and now he’s walking towards you. You can’t help but smile a little when you see him, because you’re happy that he’s here for you.

He’s also smiling as he comes up to you, towering above you, because he’s so tall. You want to kiss him, but there’s no touching on the main floor, so you beckon him towards the back rooms – that’s what he’s here for, after all.

But his hand finds its way to your hair, his thumb caressing your cheek, as he smiles lovingly. But now dread is written across your face, because you know that your boss is there somewhere and that he’s gonna get so pissed off because Jungkook’s touching you in front of everyone. And sure enough, you can see him right behind Jungkook, walking towards you.

You try to prepare yourself, as you watch him come over, but as soon as he sees Jungkook, his eyes widen and he looks completely surprised – almost in awe. Jungkook looks at him once, but pays no further attention to him, and pulls you a bit closer.

“Jungkook, what a surprise! Would you, maybe, be interested in a private room?” You’ve never heard your boss be that polite to anyone, so you wonder – what is it about Jungkook that’s causing this special treatment?

Jungkook replies, but doesn’t even spare him a glance and just continues examining your face “yeah, we were just heading there.”

You enter the back rooms in silence – you’re already used to it. You both act like you know each other – as if you’re lovers, who have been separated against their will, and now you have reunited after a long time – you don’t say a word, but every move is filled with such intense emotions. You smile at each other, your kisses are desperate and passionate, but also intimate – he kisses your chest, your hands, your shoulders – and that’s unusual in a place like this.

He pulls out his cellphone from his pocket and puts it on the small table.

He sits down onto the couch and god... his physical appearance is so divine – god-like. His shoulders are broad, but then his torso narrows down towards the waist, giving his silhouette a beautiful shape. The muscles on his arms are very prominent and are nicely accentuated by the black shirt he’s wearing. And then, your favorite part – his thighs are huge, the muscles large and sturdy, even more so because he’s sitting down. His legs are spread apart, inviting you to just sit in his lap.

You straddle him and decide to break the silence, “you came back,” you say.

His fingers are warming up on your thighs, the watch on his wrist ice-cold as it moves up your skirt. You put your hands around his neck and play with the ends of his tar-black hair there. He just nods as he starts breathing heavily.

“How was your day?” He says, cupping your cheek and you’re surprised at how gentle he is.

“Ok.. The usual.”

He pulls you in for a kiss and you start by kissing his bottom lip first – tasting the remaining alcohol – then you playfully lick his top lip a little bit, before he deepens the kiss. He starts squeezing you harder, encouraging you to grind your hips. He starts pushing his hips into you and can feel the outline of his hard cock.

His hand is in your hair again, guiding you in all the ways he wants, as he lowers down onto your neck, licking long stripes with the tip of his tongue. And you can’t believe that just kissing with him feels this good.

He clashes your lips together, whimpering in frustration, as his thrusts become more desperate.

You press the palms of your hands down to his sturdy chest, touching him everywhere. Seeing the creases on his shirt blows your mind a little bit, because you didn’t realize you were pulling on it so hard. He takes his shirt off – which leaves him only with his silver necklace on – and you’re finally able to feel his beautiful skin.

You start licking into each other’s mouths again, but the sound of his phone ringing snaps you out of it. He stands up with you still in his lap – holding you by your thighs – he puts you down and walks over to the small table where his phone is.

And you realize that this is the first time you’ve seen his back, naked, because you had no idea that he has a tattoo. He has a traditional Japanese tiger, tattooed all over his back. “The tiger,” you think to yourself, “the sign that is feared – the one who represents strength and courage.”

You completely miss the conversation he was having on his phone, and before you know it, he’s back on the couch. He beckons you over and you sit next to him, with his arm wrapped around you.

It’s so weird, because you feel as if this is your living room and he is your husband – he doesn’t rush anything, he doesn’t want to fuck you straightaway – he’s fine with talking and kissing. But tonight you don’t want to talk, so you straddle him again.

He brings his hand to the nape of your neck, pulling you by the hair and tilting your head backwards. His other hand is on your back and so he’s basically pushing you down on his thighs – while you’re still straddling him – as he towers above you. He just looks at you for a couple of seconds and he kisses you hard, pushing his tongue deep into your mouth, letting out a loud exhale through his nose.

When he pulls you up again, you start grinding onto his hard cock, riling him up, his breathing becoming more ragged.

He pushes you off his lap and onto the floor – a loud thump breaking the silence – when your knees hit the wooden floor. His legs are spread apart, naked chest heaving, and you grabs his calves instantly, pulling yourself upwards, in between his legs.

His massive silver watch looks like a kind of restraint on him and you’re not sure why you like it so much – the fact that he’s naked and he’s only got these two pieces of jewelry on him.

He places his hand on the nape of your neck again, pulling you towards him, as he towers above you. He pulls you towards his face – you flash him a smile and you open your mouth. He spits into your mouth, letting it dribble out slowly and pulls you in for a kiss.

You’re surprised when he pulls you into his lap again – you thought you were gonna suck him off first – but you learned yesterday that he can be a little bit impatient. He pulls out a condom from his pocket, unzips his jeans and takes out his cock without pulling his jeans down – not even a little bit – and you think to yourself that that’s pretty masochistic, because the metal zipper is pressed into his cock.

You hover above it and you slowly push it in. Your lips part as you do so, moaning when you completely sit down on his thighs, with his cock fully inside you.

You instinctively tighten around him and he groans, already feeling himself leaking into the condom. He starts slamming into you, your ass slapping against his thighs, as you hold onto his wide shoulders. You move your hands to the side of his face, caressing his cheeks, his jaw – just touching his face all over. Then down to his shoulders, his ribs, his abs – you can’t believe he’s real.

He slows down and just darts out his tongue, waiting for you to suck on it. You smile again, wrapping your lips around his tongue and pulling it into your mouth. You start kissing again, clenching every time he slams into you. He closes his eyes – can feel them rolling back into his head – as he nears his orgasm.

“Fuck me,” you barely manage to say, but he stops and pushes you down onto the leather couch, turning you around and pushing your face into it.

“Is this what you want?” That’s the only time he speaks, voice so deep from the alcohol and lack of sleep.

He rubs the head of his cock over your clit, almost making you cum then and there. He pushes his head inside first and he’s balls-deep the next moment. He brings his hands down to your ass, parting your cheeks, as he looks down at his cock moving in and out. Jungkook places his hand on the back of your neck, holding you down, as he slams into you harder and harder.

You come in silence, your body completely paralyzed from how good it feels. And soon after, he comes, too.

After that, it’s like you’re in your room again. He lights up a cigarette, sitting on the couch with just his jeans on.

“I have this dream,” he starts speaking, “from time to time.” You’re right beside him, listening carefully. “Always the same dream,” he puts out his cigarette and pulls you into his lap. “I’m in a room with this woman and she’s feeding me butterfly wings.” He makes a pause. “I know it’s weird, but they taste nice – like the sweetest, most delicious candy you’ve ever tried.” You’re playing with his hair, as he tells you about his dream, and you listen to him carefully – you don’t know if you’re more mesmerized by him or by his dream.

“But the wings are so thin and so delicate, that, as soon as she touches them, with the pad of her finger, they stick onto it. And I stick my tongue out,” you look him in the eyes, as he grabs your middle finger and brings it to his mouth, “and she puts them on my tongue.” And he sticks out his tongue, licking the pad of your finger. Shivers run down your spine and you think that you’re finally in love.

******

The crowd is so loud he feels like the entire arena is shaking from their chants. He’s never been in a match this big. They have about ten minutes before they go out, he’s jumping around a bit, warming up, before his coach comes up to him with boxing wraps that he has to put on his hands.

He’s not nervous, he was never the type to feel anxious before something so important and he doesn’t even know how lucky he is because of it. He was born like that and he never had to think about how other people struggle because of psychological pressure.

The coach is saying some words of encouragement as he’s wrapping his hands, even though there’s absolutely no need for that and he knows it. Everyone from his gym is there to support him and in a way he feels happy, because they’re starting to look like a proper team, ready to take on the world.

This is as big as it’ll ever get in their small hometown, but he’s already dreaming of the huge spotlights in the Las Vegas arena.

The clock is ticking and he can’t wait to exit the small white room they’re currently in. The coach went back to the locker room to put away the remaining fabric, but he’s taking too long and they’re supposed to exit in a few minutes. Jungkook hears some faint chatter – a female voice – she seems to be speaking with his coach and then the conversation starts getting louder and louder.

Everyone’s looking towards the locker rooms and finally Jungkook’s mother appears, babbling something seemingly inaudible, or maybe his brain is just unable to process it because he’s so surprised that she’s there. His coach is physically trying to stop her from entering the main room – she looks drunk, completely wasted, maybe that’s why – but then the coach continues speaking to her, raising his voice: “Please don’t tell him now! Now is not the time!”

But she doesn’t listen to him, violently trying to push him away. She searches for Jungkook in this little room filled with unfamiliar people, and when her eyes finally meet with his, she looks so angry at him, her look full of hate, “your brother has died!!!” The sound that leaves her mouth could only be described as a screech, it’s a sound he’s never heard coming from his mother.

And with that, he’s being pushed outside as his name is being announced to the hundreds of people. He’s in complete shock and he’s sure it shows, his black eyes are as wide as when he was a little baby, when his huge bambi eyes were so prominent on his small face. The reaction that he’s supposed to have is not coming out – he knows that he’s supposed to cry, that he’s supposed to scream, but he can’t, and he doesn’t understand why.

The loud cheering of the crowd is driving him into complete aggression, because his brain starts perceiving it as a threat. His body is overwhelmed with emotion and he feels as if he’s going into shock, but instead of fainting, he’s becoming aggressive because he feels attacked.

He doesn’t even remember how he got into the ring, the judge has already announced their names and the match has started. He remembers to hold his fists in front of his face, even though he’s not consciously thinking about it.

Receiving a couple of blows to his head kind of clears his mind and makes him focus on his opponent. Jungkook tries to hit him once, but misses badly. At the end of the first round, he manages to land a few punches.

He keeps reminding himself that he has to stay focused, because this is the fight of his life, this is what he’s been working for every morning for ten years – and then he suddenly remembers that his brother is dead and that this match doesn’t mean anything anymore. He’s been preparing three years for this competition specifically, just so that he can win the money for his brother’s treatment. But now what? Why is he in the ring now?

Somehow, the entire second round passes with him thinking about this, and what’s more surprising is that he lands some very successful punches – he’s pretty sure he’s gonna win this round.

He manages to calm down his mind and his performance improves greatly – he actually has a chance of winning this thing.

His opponent starts hitting him viciously, and Jungkook starts getting angry again – he has just realized that he let his brother die – if he doesn’t start acting differently, the same thing might happen to Taehyung too. And this guy keeps hitting him in the face – who the fuck does he think he is?!

Jungkook puts all his strength into the next two punches, sending the guy down onto the floor, but he just can’t stop himself now and so he kicks his opponent in the head as he’s lying on the floor.

The next thing he hears is the painful sound of the whistle and it finally brings him back to reality – he’s disqualified. Probably from participating in any championships or tournaments for a couple of years.

The burning lights of Las Vegas have turned off.

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noonas-kpop-fix · 5 years

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Yall

I had smut on my mind after I submitted that story that I had a smut dream 😂

I think Taehyung and Jungkook got jealous about that fic coz they were in it.

I remember opening the door and it was both of them. We all went directly into a room with a big bed. And before we started Jugnkook says "I want to be on top" I'm fucking cryinGGGGG. Babyyy 😂😂😂😂😂😂

So while he was on top making out with me, Taehyung was inside me lmao I'm so sexually frustrated y'all wtf is this.

I actually had 2 dreams with Taehyung lol I think it's a reminder that I have my Taehyung smut to write😂

#taehyung smut #bts smut

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rosezure · 7 years

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Unnecessary Pt.3

@im-really-hungry-right-now requested: Hi! Could I have a fic where jungkook and the reader are best friends. She confesses to jungkook and is rejected. They’re awkward and distant now so she tries to move on and goes on dates with other people. Jungkook sees her on a date and gets jealous. You can end it how you want. Sorry im not very confident with English. Thank you 😆

A/N: I’m sorry for the long wait. Life decided to intervene in the most inconvenient way possible, so I had zero time to work on a third part, but here it is! Better late than never. I hope you guys enjoy.

Warning: Slight angst? Emotional constipation, some few curse words here and there.

Disclaimer: I do not know any of the members of BTS personally. What I “know” about them comes from interviews, Run BTS episodes, VLives, etc. This is just for entertainment purposes, so don’t take this to heart.

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Masterlist of Masterlists

Another week passes by. Four more “dates” after Kang Hyunseok, all different men. If Jugnkook was counting how many times he felt like punching something or someone, he would have lost count after thirty. He was greatly entertaining the boys, who were having fun watching the maknae struggle with his ever-present jealousy.

Today was the first day in weeks that they would be having Y/N all to themselves, and Jugnkook was willing to bet she’d show up and cut it short like she had the last time she’d promised to spend time with them.

Namjoon and Seokjin were the more understanding ones of the group. They knew seeing Jungkook after the disastrous confession hurt Y/N more than she let on. They couldn’t say they approved her coping methods but they didn’t judge. Not when they saw how much it pained her to try and get over him.

A knock sounded at the door at precisely 8 in the morning, causing Yoongi to groan in his sleep, still remaining undisturbed. Hoseok was the first at the door. He opened the door still in his pajamas and halfway through a yawn. He was greeted by Y/N’s enthusiastic squeal and a hug. Surprised, he stumbled a bit backward before hugging her back and stepping inside with her.

Somehow, she was still securely wrapped around him when they reached the main living room. The others, who had been basically dragged in by a very hyper Taehyung, all watched with amused eyes as Hoseok tried to unsuccessfully pry her off of him. Well, all except Jungkook, who was glaring jealously at Hoseok’s back.

It's your own fault, you idiot. His brain taunted him, reminding him of why he was jealous in the first place.

"Yah, Y/N-ah! I'll get jealous, gimme me some love, too!" Jimin exclaimed, pouting in playful jealousy. Jungkook's left eye twitched. His hyungs were really getting on his very last nerve.

"Oppa! Don't be jealous, please," Y/N giggled, unhooking her arms from around Hoseok, who sighed in relief, and circling them around Jimin's neck. He happily buried his face in the crook of her neck, tickling her with his breath. Jungkook's face turned red.

"Me, too! Me, too!" Exclaimed the other members, who all proceeded to excitedly swarm around Y/N in order to get hugged. Of course, Jungkook just sat back and drowned in his own puddle of pettiness and jealousy.

"Jungkook?" Her timid voice brought him out of his train of thought, which consisted of ways to murder his hyungs and get away with it. He looked up and was met with her shy smile and pleading eyes.

"Don't you want a hug?" She asked timidly, looking at her feet immediately after. Jungkook straightened his posture and stood up abruptly, causing his hyungs to stifle their giggles with their fists. Jungkook glared at them, but it only worsened their state.

Hesitantly, he nodded at Y/N and walked into her open arms. It felt like coming back home. Her frame wrapped around his so perfectly, he couldn’t help but sigh in relief at the feeling. He felt stupider and stupider for what he had done those weeks ago.

Perhaps Namjoon had been right; - obviously, the older boy would say - he was going through unnecessary pain when he could have easily talked it out with her. When he thinks about how he could be kissing those lips he’s dreamed about for so many nights if he hadn't been an idiot, Jungkook feels like punching himself.

The two break apart and Y/N turns to show them what the bags she brought contained. They were pleasantly surprised to find she had brought tons of food from different places. They laid out the containers on top of the kitchen table and began scarfing the contents down, occasionally sharing and feeding each other some of what they had in hand.

After that, they spent the day playing video games, watching movies, playing stupid board games Y/N, Seokjin and Namjoon insisted were for educational purposes, and lazying around. It was around 9 p.m. when Y/N realized she should probably return to her apartment.

“NO!” Jungkook exclaimed after she informed she would be leaving.

“No?” Y/N frowned in confusion.

“I mean,” Jungkook gulped, ignoring the expectant eyes of his hyungs, “It’s really late already. Y-you should just sleep over. L-like old times!” He blurted out, feeling his cheeks redden in embarrassment.

“Like old times,” Y/N feels her heart break a little, but covers it up with a small smile and a nod, “Okay. I’ll stay the night if it’s alright with everyone,” She directs the last part to the leader. Namjoon nods with a welcoming smile and it’s settled. There was just one last thing to decide:

Where was she going to sleep?

A/N: Finally! Part 4 is already on the way. Thank you for your patience and your support, lovies!!

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suga-trash-queen-blog · 7 years

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Angel Of Death

aaaaaaaaa~ look who is finally posting the really sad fic she wrote on here. You can also read it on ao3 HERE if you would like. Also, there are major character deaths in this, so please read at your own caution. Although I do promise that there is a happy ending and everyone ends up together. -Gabby

Genre: Angst, WINGS video’s au. (this is heavily based on the wings videos. it started out as a oneshot based on just jungkook’s and then it got out of hand. so yeah)

Pairings: Main pairing is Jikook (with subtle jugnkook + Jimin + Taehyung eeeee don’t know how that happened) and side pairings of Yoonseok and Namjin cause i am trash. (A Yoonseok oneshot is in the works guys and it’s just as painful)

Word Count: 14,390 (it will probably be better to read on ao3)

Death. That’s what he was, what he is.

If you’ve seen his face it means that you are either dead, or about to be dead. There is no in between, and for Jungkook this is the reality of what he is.

Jungkook tells himself that he’s okay with this, that he’s okay with the fact that he will never be anything other than an Angel of death. Even if deep down in his heart that no longer beats he wishes he could be something else, something better. He knows that that is a wish that will never be granted.

Because of the things he had done when he was alive, he knew that this was all he would be.

Death. That’s what he was, what he is.

If you’ve seen his face it means that you are either dead, or about to be dead. There is no in between, and for Jungkook this is the reality of what he is.

Because of the things he had done when he was alive, he knew that this was all he would be.

But it was on days like this one, that he really truly wished to be anything else as he looked down at the list of names of the people who he would escort through the doors of death.

He sighed as he looked down at the piece of paper in his hand, then back at the boy whose name was on the paper.

Park Jimin, 21, cause of death : Cancer. Date of death : 12-15-2016

As he looked at him he felt a pang of sadness for him, for the simple fact that Jimin was going to die over something he had no control of. Over something as unforgiving as cancer. And yet the boy in the window didn’t look sad, he looked like he was truly enjoying his life.

And that’s what made this suck so much more than normal.

Usually when people knew they were going to die they turned sad and bitter towards the world. They looked at everyone and everything with a distant look in their eyes, almost like they had already checked out.

Jungkook knew that Jimin knew he was going to die because he had been following him for almost two weeks now. He had been there when his doctor called him, asking him to come to the hospital as soon as possible.

He had been there when said doctor told Jimin that his cancer had come back ten times worse, and that he needed to start treatment soon in order to try and prolong his life.

But Jimin had said no, that he didn’t want to go through treatment again. He said it with such a calm voice that Jungkook almost didn’t believe him, almost thought that he was dreaming because who in their right mind turned down something that would save their life?

Jungkook had assumed the doctor was going to tell Jimin that it was too late, that they had caught the cancer too late to do anything because Jungkook already knew that Jimin was going to de. But he didn’t for a second even stop to think that it would be because Jimin was going to turn down chemo.

Jungkook watched as Jimin stood, bowing slightly before thanking the doctor again and leaving.

He had followed him all the way back to his apartment, where Jimin called his friend and then ordered a pizza as he waited for him to arrive. Jungkook watched all of this and tried to figure out just what on earth this person was thinking.

Jimin was now sitting across from his friend,Jongin, eating pizza and laughing. Laughing. Jungkook couldn’t believe it! How could he be laughing when he had just signed his own death certificate?

He didn’t understand it, and he refused to stay and watch the fool waste his time eating pizza and laughing.

When Jungkook got back to the other side he was surprised to see Yoongi, another angel of death, spread out on his couch.

“You were gone for a pretty long time.” Yoongi’s voice was heavy and filled with a tiredness that never seemed to leave him. “Was starting to think you turned rogue and weren’t coming back.”

“Why would I do that? If I did I wouldn’t have the pleasure of your company.” Jungkook groaned as he sat down on the floor in front of the couch, his head tilted back as he turned to look at Yoongi.

“Very true, I’m such a delight, imagine how boring your days would be without me.” Yoongi laughed, the sound echoing slightly in Jungkook’s ears as he closed his eyes. “So, what were you doing?” Yoongi asked, his knee nudging the back of Jungkook’s head.

“Nothing, just wandering around the other side.” Jungkook sighed, letting his head rest on Yoongi’s knee.

Yoongi scoffed, but didn’t say anything else. It was common knowledge that Yoongi cared very little for the human world, being much more content to stay on the other side and do his job keeping track of who came and went and when they did it. He was the official record keeper.

He knew everyone that died and became an angel of death, like Jungkook. It was his job to keep track of who came and went and when they did it. He was also the one who reported when an angel went rogue, breaking the rules and abandoning their jobs.

“Hyung, can I ask you a question?” Jungkook spoke but didn’t move, his eyes staying closed.

“Sure kid, go for it.” Yoongi shifted slightly, one of his hands brushing the hair out of his face.

Jungkook took a moment to form his question, his teeth chewing on his bottom lip.

“If you were told you were going to die, but that there was something that might save you, or let you live for a little while longer, would you do it?” Jungkook opened his eyes at the sound Yoongi made. Almost a laugh, but not quite.

“You punk, i’m already dead. How do you think I ended up here?” Yoongi smiled to himself as Jungkook groaned.

“I know that! But like, what if you weren’t dead? What if you were still alive, and knew you were going to die but that you could do something to stop it? What then?” Jungkook watched Yoongi’s face as he pondered the younger’s question.

“I wouldn’t. Everyone has a time to go, and we can’t change that. We die when we’re meant to regardless of if we’re ready yet. That’s life. Better yet, that’s death.” Yoongi laughed at his own joke, but Jungkook just stared at him. He was sure that the man had lost his mind to be laughing at jokes about death.

Jungkook couldn’t understand why anyone would choose to sit by, knowing they were going to die soon, and just do nothing. If he had been given that choice he would have done anything, even if it meant all he got was one more day. One more chance to make things right. He would do it.

Jungkook hadn’t noticed that he had spaced out until Yoongi pulled his knee away from his head and gently hit him with it.

“Stop thinking so much, you’re going to give yourself a headache.” Yoongi said as he sat up, stretching his arms over his head with a yawn.

“Hyung, we don’t get headaches. We’re dead remember?” Jungkook teased the older before running a hand through his hair, stretching his back out as he did so.

“Yeah yeah don’t remind me. Anyways, I’m off. I just wanted to make sure you hadn’t disappeared for good I promised Hoseok we could hang out tonight.” Yoongi stood, the male sighing as he pushed himself up from the couch.

“I don’t know how you can spend so much time around him. He is way too happy for his own good.” Jungkook laughed softly but Yoongi just waved him off, walking out of Jungkook’s room.

Hoseok was Yoongi’s opposite in every way, literally. Hoseok’s job was to keep track of the guardian angels and their charges. He made sure that the guardian’s took care of their charges when they were supposed to, and let fate have it’s way when there was nothing to be done. Hoseok was the definition of happy, and Jungkook was sure he had literal sunshine inside of him. He could only spend so much time around Hoseok before he needed a dose of reality.

Jungkook figured that whoever was meant to be Jimin’s guardian had either failed, or was told there was nothing more to be done.

Jungkook sighed as he stood up, making his way to his room to try and sleep. He spread himself out on his bed, burying his face into the pillow as he slowly drifted in and out of sleep. Images of Park Jimin floating around in his brain as he continued to ponder why he had given up on his life so easily.

Jungkook was determined to get an answer, even if it meant breaking the rules.

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Jungkook spent the next day following Jimin around, like he had done for the last two weeks. Only now he was looking for any sign of why Jimin had chosen to not get treatment for his cancer. The only problem was, there didn’t seem to be any sign. Nothing Jimin did could explain his decision and it was starting to drive Jungkook crazy.

He had determined that Jimin was by far the most frustrating person he had ever seen.

Jimin started his day by going for a three mile run, at six in the morning. This was followed by him showering, only to put on a new pair of gym shirts, a t-shirt, and heading to a dance studio where he stayed for hours. Going over what looked like the same dance routine over and over again, sweat rolling off his body in disgusting amounts as he moved his body.

Jungkook was almost ready to give up, call it a day and go back to the other side when he heard a noise that pulled at his dead heart.

He turned around to see Jimin, body bent in half with his hands braced on his knees as he coughed. A sick wheezing sound escaping his lungs as he tried to take a breath but was unable to. Jungkook flew in front of him, his body bending so he could see Jimin’s face.

He gasped when he saw how pale he now looked, all the color draining from his face as Jimin struggled to take a deep enough breath to fill his lungs. The sight of it made Jungkook feel angry. Angry because there was nothing he could do. Angry because someone who looked so happy all the damn time shouldn’t be in this much pain.

And that’s when Jungkook did the one thing he was never supposed to do. He let down the glimmer that allowed angels to stay hidden from humans when they were on this side of the veil and reached his hand out to touch Jimin’s shoulder.

Jimin startled, his head snapping up and his eyes going wide as he looked at Jungkook who was now standing in front of him. His eyes trained on Jimin’s face as he watched the confusion in his eyes.

Jimin opened his mouth to say something, but another coughing fit took over his body. His lungs burning as Jungkook wrapped his arm around his shoulders, trying to keep him from collapsing onto the hard floor.

“You need to sit down, before you faint.” Jungkook said, guiding the shorter boy until he was sitting with his back against the wall, knees bent as Jimin rested his head atop them.

Jungkook sat with him, his arm around his shoulders until the older’s coughing slowed, and then stopped. He felt his body relax as Jimin finally took in a deep breath and sighed.

“Sorry about that, it kind of just happens sometimes.” Jimin said, his voice scratchy and faint as he turned to look at Jungkook, a smile on his face.

Jungkook stared at him for a minute, caught off guard by not only the apology, but the smile. Who smiled after almost passing out from a coughing fit?

“You don’t have to apologise, you didn’t do anything wrong.” Jungkook said with a shrug, panic setting in as he realised what he was doing.

He had shown himself to Jimin, to a human. And in doing so he had broken the only rule that mattered to angels. Never, under any circumstance, let yourself be seen. Breaking this rule could get him stripped of his wings, and sent to purgatory.

But as Jimin looked at him, that stupid smile on his face as he ran a hand through his sweaty hair, Jungkook didn’t seem to care about that. Right now all he cared about was making sure Jimin was okay, or as okay as someone who was about to die could be.

“Still, you didn’t have to help me. I didn’t even hear you come in,” Jimin gave a shaky laugh as he tried to stand up, his knees giving out as Jungkook caught him and lowered him till he was sitting again. “Sorry, again, I’ll be okay in a minute. I just need to grab my bag.” Jimin tried to stand again but Jungkook pushed him back down, a stern look on his face.

“I’ll bring it to you, just stay put.” Jungkook said, a small ‘okay’ coming from Jimin as he walked over to grab the bag Jimin had been carrying with him for almost the whole day.

“Thank you.” Jimin smiled again as he took the bag from Jungkook, unzipping it and reaching in. Jungkook just stood there, watching as Jimin pulled out a bottle of water and twisted the lid off, putting it to his lips and taking a small sip before downing almost half of it in one go.

“You don’t have to thank me, it’s fine. Anyone would do it if they were here.” Jungkook shrugged, lowering himself so he was sitting cross legged in front of Jimin.

“Yeah, but you were here, so thank you.” Jimin smiled again, pulling on the front of his shirt with a grimace. “I’m Jimin by the way. Park Jimin.”

He had more sweat on him than before, the front of his shirt sticking to his skin. Jungkook blushed and bit his cheek as Jimin reached his hand behind him, pulling the shirt over his head to reveal his bare chest to him.

Jungkook tried to look away as Jimin pulled a clean shirt out of the gym bag, a blush spreading across his cheeks, but he couldn’t. He was drawn to the sight in front of him as he took in the long scar that ran horizontal down Jimin’s chest. Something he hadn't noticed in the last two weeks despite how much time he had spent watching him.

“Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook.” Jungkook’s voice came out shyer than he had meant as his eyes drifted over Jimin.

As quickly as Jungkook had stopped to stare he looked away, turning his head away as Jimin pulled the shirt over his head. The material covering the scar, just the tip of it peeking out under the neck of the shirt.

“It’s okay, to look at it I mean.” Jimin’s voice was soft, with a hint of shyness to it as Jungkook looked back over at him. “It’s kind of hard not to.” Jimin said and he tugged on his shirt slightly, Jungkook looking back at him trying to avoid staring again.

“Does is hurt? To touch it I mean.” Jungkook couldn’t help the little twitch in his fingers at the thought of it, wanting to feel it. But he kept his hand where it was in his lap, not wanting to make Jimin feel awkward if he were to reach out and touch his bare skin.

Jimin took a second before responding, pondering the question as he remembered when he got it. “Not really,” he said, moving so that his back was pressed against the wall again.. “It used to hurt a lot, right after I had surgery. But now that it’s healed it doesn’t anymore. It does itch sometimes though.” Jimin smiled as he spoke, a small one, almost not even there at all.

Jungkook held his breath, debating on whether or not to ask his next question. Knowing that Jimin probably wouldn’t want to answer it. And almost as if Jimin had sensed his question, along with Jungkook’s hesitation, he smiled again, before taking another deep breath.

“You can ask me if you want to, Jungkook. I don’t mind.” Jimin leaned over just slightly, a fraction of an inch, until his shoulder was touching Jungkook’s.

“What was the surgery for?” Jungkook asked, his voice even despite how nervous he was over asking Jimin this question. Even though he was pretty sure he knew the answer, he held his breath as he waited for Jimin to respond.

He watched as Jimin fidgeted slightly, his fingers interlacing in his lap.

“About two years ago, I got cancer. ” Jimin paused, taking another breath, “The doctors didn’t know that it had spread to my lungs until I had a really bad episode and couldn’t breathe. I passed out. My friend had to call an ambulance and they rushed me to the hospital.”

Jungkook could feel Jimin shift slightly, his fingers brushing his hair back again so that it wasn’t in his eyes. He could tell that there was more Jimin wanted to say, but he didn’t press. He could only imagine how difficult it was for Jimin to talk about this, to remember it. Especially since Jungkook knew he only had a few days to live.

So he just sat there, waiting for Jimin to continue on his own.

“They did a surgery to remove some of the cancer tissue, and then i had to undergo chemotherapy for a long time.” Jimin sucked in a breath, his eyes watering just slightly and Jungkook had the urge to reach out for his hand but didn’t. Not wanting to cross the line with someone he had just met.

“That was the worst part, because I had to stay in the hospital the whole time. I couldn’t do anything, other than stay in bed and watch movies. I hated it. I felt so helpless and fragile.” Jimin wiped at his face, stopping the tears that wanted to slip from escaping. “Even after I was out of the hospital, it took a while before I could dance again. Because my body and lungs were still weak. I had no stamina.” At this, the tears finally escaped, slowly slipping down Jimin’s face as his breathing stuttered slightly.

Jungkook reached out this time, his hand laying on top of Jimin’s as he cried softly. Jungkook’s heart broke for Jimin, knowing that in the end cancer was going to continue to take everything from him and it wasn’t fair. Someone like Jimin didn’t deserve this, didn’t deserve to feel so much pain at such a young age. Where were the guardian angels when someone really really needed them?

“ I’m sorry Jungkook-ah,I haven’t ever really talked about it before, most people don’t ask. They’re afraid of upsetting me I think.” Jimin laughed but it didn’t sound right to Jungkook. It sounded too forced. Fake.

“You don’t have to, if you don’t want to I mean. Especially to someone you just met.” Jungkook squeezed his fingers gently, hoping Jimin understood what he was trying to convey.

“It’s okay, it actually feels kind of nice to talk about it. Especially because you don’t look like you pity me. That’s what I hate the most.” Jimin said the last part almost like he was afraid to say it outloud. “And now, it’s back. And I told my doctor that I don’t want to do chemotherapy again.”

There it was, the thing Jungkook wanted to know most. He took a breath before looking back up at Jimin, his question on the tip of his tongue. Once he asked, there was no going back. He wouldn’t be able to undo it. But the look on Jimin’s face stopped him, he couldn’t do it.

He wasn’t ready to fill that empty space because he was no longer sure he wanted to know. He didn’t think he could handle it, which was saying a lot because Jungkook liked to think of himself as invincible. But now he knew that he wasn’t, because this was the one thing he was sure would break him.

He didn’t want to know why Jimin was willing to die. Why he was willing to go without putting up a second fight. Jungkook hated that there was nothing he could do to give Jimin more time, because he had learned the hard way that life, and even death, was cruel to those who least deserved it. People like Jimin, who deserved to live a long life, and would never get to.

*****

Jungkook had never intended to show himself to a human. He certainly never intended to spend the rest of the day with said human watching him dance, and listening to him tell him silly stories about his life.

Jungkook knew that he should leave before things got worse. As it was Yoongi was going to kill him when he got back and the longer he stayed the deeper he was digging his own grave. Yet Jungkook found that he couldn’t say no to Jimin.

Not when he had asked Jungkook if he wanted to stay and watch Jimin practice. Or when Jimin had asked him if he wanted to come over to his place.

He couldn’t explain it, but Jungkook had felt like he had to stay, felt like he couldn’t leave Jimin no matter what. Not when he only had two days left and didn’t even know it. Jimin deserved to have everything he asked for even if it was only for a short while.

So there he was, sitting on Jimin’s couch while Jimin took a shower. Jungkook felt awkward sitting there by himself, in a stranger’s house, while said stranger was naked in the shower.

He waited patiently as he heard the water turn off, and then nothing. Everything around him froze and his body tensed, already knowing what was happening before he even saw Yoongi in the doorway. He braced himself for what he knew was coming.

“Jeon Jungkook, what the hell are you doing?” Yoongi narrowed his eyes at him, his voice calm and even like he already knew the answer.

Somewhere Jungkook knew he should feel bad for what he had done, but he didn’t.

“Hyung, I’m-” Jungkook started to say but Yoongi cut him off.

“Don’t you dare say you’re sorry because we both know you’re not.” Yoongi sighed, the anger leaving his body as he walked over to where Jungkook was on the couch and sat down next to him.

“You’re right, I’m not sorry Hyung. I just, I can’t explain it.” Jungkook sighed, sinking further into the couch. “ I just can’t leave him be Yoongi-hyung.” His voice was soft as he looked over at Yoongi, who was looking up at the ceiling.

“You know what you’re doing right? That you’re breaking rules and I can’t cover for you for long.” Yoongi’s voice was the same passive tone as he spoke, not looking at Jungkook.

Jungkook tensed, knowing what Yoongi meant. He could only lie to the overseer for so long before he got suspicious and came looking for Jungkook himself. And once that happened it was all over.

While it was Yoongi and Hoseok’s jobs to keep track of the death angel’s and guardian angels, Namjoon, the overseer, was in charge of making sure they did their jobs. Which meant when an angel broke the rules, he decided their punishment.

Jungkook always wondered if Namjoon enjoyed his job, but had only met him a handful of times and never had the courage to ask him. He just hoped that he wouldn’t have to find out first hand why people were so afraid of him.

“Thank you hyung, and I promise to be careful.” Jungkook let out a deep breath, one he didn’t realize he had even been holding.

“Just, don’t do anything you’re gonna regret. Make sure he’s worth it.” Yoongi stood up and gave Jungkook a single glance over his shoulder “and remember, everything happens for a reason, even if we don’t like it. We can’t change fate Jungkook.” with that, Yoongi faded and Jungkook felt the air around him shift as he listened for Jimin.

He took a deep breath and tried to relax, he didn’t want to worry Jimin by acting weird. But he couldn’t get what Yoongi had said out of his head. He already knew they couldn’t mess with fate, bad things happened when you did. Everyone knew that, even Jungkook. He had paid the price for messing with fate once before, he wouldn’t do it again.

*****

Jungkook walked down the street, laughing at a joke Taehyung had made. It was raining as they messed around, splashing up puddles of water.

They were supposed to be at home, sleeping. But the two had decided that it would be more fun to play in the rain. So there they were, soaking wet as they laughed at each other.

Neither of them saw the car coming down the street. But that didn’t matter, the car was going too fast for them to move even if they had seen it and before they knew it, it was too late. They laid there, vaguely aware of the pain spreading through their bodies.

Jungkook’s hand blindly reached out for Taehyung’s, needing to feel him, to know that he was okay.

“Tae, tae where are you?” Jungkook’s voice sounded weird in his ears, like it didn’t belong to him anymore.

He turned his head to look at his friend and screamed. He wasn’t there! Taehyung was gone and Jungkook couldn’t see him. All he could see was a light. It was pulsing, almost like it was calling out to him. Without moving, jungkook closed his eyes, and then the light was everywhere and there was a man standing over him. His face blurred out by the brightness of the light.

“Who are you? Where am i? Where is Taehyung?” Jungkook yelled, trying to get up so he could make it to Tae, to make sure he was okay. He had to be okay. It had been Jungkook’s idea to sneak out of their houses in the first place. It was his idea to play in the street in the dark. It was his idea that got them hurt.

“You’re on the other side, the place where people go when they have passed away. And I am fate, the one who controls all things.” Jungkook felt like the air in his lungs was being pulled away from him. His chest tightening. “Taehyung is still on the other end of the veil, and what you do next will determine if he stays there or not.” the man’s voice was soft, but it filled every inch of space around them.

What did he mean? Fate wasn’t real, this was all a dream. A bad dream that Jungkook would wake up from and everything would be fine. Taehyung would be fine and they would go to school. Just like they always did. Right?

“Wrong, this isn’t a dream Jeon Jungkook, and I am very much real. But I am here to give you a chance to change things. To save Taehyung, because he wasn’t meant to get hit by the car with you. No one was meant to die tonight.” The man crouched down, leaning close to Jungkook.

Fate waved his hand and the space between them shimmered, an image of the two boys appearing.

Jungkook watched, his eyes wide, as he laughed at the joke Taehyung had made. And then he watched as the car came speeding towards them, Taehyung’s eyes going wide as it hit Jungkook and sent his body up over the car and back onto the pavement.

He watched as Taehyung ran over to him, tears filling his best friends eyes and he held Jungkook’s body close, fingers fumbling with his phone as he called for help. Jungkook watched until the image faded away, his breathing becoming harder as the second ticked by.

“This is what was supposed to happen, but somehow Taehyung changed fate, and tried to push you out of the way at the last second. So now, you have to choose. But hear me when I say this, changing fate has a price, and one of you will have to pay that price.”

“I don’t care what the price is! Taehyung has to live! He has to!” Jungkook yelled, jerking up so that his face was inches from Fate’s, though he still couldn’t see it clearly. “I’ll do anything! Just don’t let him die because of me.” Jungkook was sobbing now, “Just save him, please.”

“Is that what you really want Jeon Jungkook?” Fate stood as he spoke, his body seemingly taller than before as he looked down at him. “Changing the fate of this night will cost you your life, and will change the past. Taehyung will not remember you, he will not know who you are, who you were. To him, it will be as if you never existed, and he will live.”

Jungkook clutched at his chest, taking in Fate’s words. He took a moment to think about it, to really think about what he was about to do. Taehyung wouldn’t remember him, but he would get to live. He would get to do all the things he had always dreamt about, and to Jungkook, that was the only thing that mattered. Taehyung deserved to live a happy life, he deserved it more than anyone.

“Yes, I want him to be okay, he has to be okay.” Jungkook’s voice was soft as he looked up at Fate. the man’s face starting to clear up as Jungkook felt himself fade. It wasn’t until the last second, when jungkook crossed over the veil that separated him from the human world that he could finally see Fate’s face, for the briefest of moments.

He supposed that’s how it was meant to be, that no one ever really could see fate’s face. Not until it was too late and you couldn't undo what had been done. Because that was when Jungkook realized Fate’s face looked like his own, a mirror image of himself as the hands of fate changed the past.

*****

“Jungkook-aaaah are you even listening?” Jimin whines as he looked at Jungkook, who was still sitting on the couch.

“Huh?” Jungkook looked up at Jimin, confusion spread across his face.

“I was asking if you wanted to watch a movie? Are you okay?” Jimin bit his lip as he looked at Jungkook, waiting for him to respond

“Yeah i’m fine, just tired I guess.” Jungkook shrugged, hoping Jimin would accept his answer for now. “ A movie sounds good.” he added with a smile.

“Okay! What do you wanna watch?” Jimin practically hopped over to the shelf next to the t.v. as he scanned the numerous dvd’s that were lined up.

“Anything is fine, you pick.” Jungkook laughed softly at Jimin’s excitement.

“Koooookie~ that’s no fun! You’re my guest so you should pick.” jimin turned around, a pout on his face as he looked at the younger boy.

Jungkook couldn’t help but smile at the nickname Jimin had taken to calling him. The only other person who called him anything other than his name was Yoongi, and he usually stuck with ‘brat’ or ‘punk’.

“Alright alright, how about an action movie?” Jungkook smiled as Jimin turned around, eyes searching for a movie.

“Hah! Found it!” Jimin laughed, holding the dvd out to Jungkook to see.

“Star Wars? Really? That’s such an old movie!” Jungkook groaned, throwing his head back against the back of the couch.

“No it’s not it’s the new one! Have you been living under a rock or something?” Jimin laughed again as he opened the case and stuck the movie in the dvd player.

“Or something.” Jungkook said under his breath.

“I’m gonna go grab a blanket, I’ll be right back.” Jimin called over his shoulder as he walked down the hallway, opening a door to what Jungkook assumed was his bedroom. When he came back out he had a huge black and white comforter in his arms. It was so big Jungkook couldn’t even see him until he dropped the blanket on top of Jungkook.

“Do you think your blanket is big enough Jimin?” Jungkook laughed softly as he helped Jimin spread the blanket out across the couch.

“Shush, I like blankets okay.” Jimin smiled at him as he sat down, the couch dipping slightly and he got settled. “Plus I get cold easily, so I like to have lots of blankets. Be happy I didn’t bring two of them out here.”

Jimin laughed as he nestled into the couch, blanket wrapped around him and Jungkook as he pushed play on the movie, his shoulder brushing up against Jungkook’s.

As the movie played Jungkook could feel himself slowly settling in closer to Jimin, his head resting lightly on the older’s shoulder. Jimin was very much aware of the decreasing amount of space between the two of them. His own head slowly dropping until it was on top of Jungkook’s and their bodies had virtually no space between them.

By the end of the movie Jimin was asleep, his body resting firmly against Jungkook’s side, his breath coming out softly as he shifted closer and Jungkook took a minute to just look at him. To just take in everything that had happened that day.

As he sat there, hand gently laying against Jimin’s, he realized that he was fucked in every sense of the word for multiple reasons. One of them being that as he looked at him, he realized he couldn't just leave him. He knew that he should, that he should leave and just let things be. But he couldn’t. He felt this need to stay by his side and protect him, even though he knew what the outcome was going to be and that it would only make things harder in the end.

Jungkook didn’t know it, but as it was, he was testing fate once again. And this time, there would be no second chance, no way out to save the person he was falling in love with.

******

Fate, the thing everyone questioned the realness of. The thing people wanted to believe in when it suited them and the thing they wrote off when it wasn’t in their favor.

Fate was real, and he was watching Jeon Jungkook mess with him yet again. Only this time, fate had made up his mind and wasn’t going to change what was meant to happen. He had done it once and yet things had still gone in a way he hadn’t planned.

The night he had saved Kim Taehyung, a butterfly effect had taken place. Because even though Jungkook paid the price for saving his best friend with his own life, Taehyung had still somehow found himself met with the same tragic end and stood across from fate.

Kim Taehyung - 21. Cause of death - Car accident.

Fate laughed at himself, because accord to Namjoon he had made a mistake somehow and now he had to deal with it. But the thing is, Fate doesn’t make mistakes. At least not ones that weren’t meant to happen. And clearly, this was meant to happen. Somewhere in all of this, there was a lesson to be learned.

And maybe Fate’s lesson was that not even fate can keep some people apart.

“Face it Seokjin, there are some things you can’t stop from happening.” Namjoon shrugged as he spun in his chair, easy smile on his face.

“I hope you know that sometimes I really hate you Kim Namjoon. You might be the keeper of the Angels, but I’m fate. Don’t fuck with me.” Seokjin tried to laugh, but he had to admit to himself that he was worried.

For some reason he couldn’t see how all of this was going to play out. And that was something that had never happened before. Not in the history of his long existence.

“Yeah but you also love me, you told me so.” Namjoon laughed as his chair finally stopped spinning around, his arms resting on the arm rests as he smiled at Seokjin.

“Whatever, don’t be so cocky you ass hole.” Seokjin rolled his eyes but stood up, slowly crossing the room to Namjoon before placing a kiss on his cheek. “I have to go and talk to Hoseok. Let him know to keep an eye out on the Guardian Angels. I have a bad feeling about all of this. I have a feeling that no matter what I do, those three are going to break every rule we have in the next two days.” Seokjin sighed before smiling.

“I’ll let Yoongi know to keep an eye on things here. And i’ll talk to Jungkook when he comes back.” Namjoon sighed, running a hand through Seokjin’s hair before letting him go.

Fate was cruel sometimes, but he was also kind and worried that something bad was going to happen. Especially if Taehyung and Jungkook somehow ended up in the same room.

******

As soon as Jungkook was sure Jimin wasn’t going to wake up anytime soon, he shifted himself out from underneath him and stood up. Stretching his arms above his head with a groan.

He needed to talk to Yoongi, and maybe Hoseok too, before morning. He needed answers and knew that if anyone would have them, it would be them.

With one last look at Jimin, he shifted and made his way back to the other side, and it wasn’t long before he could tell something was off. He wasn’t sure what it was, but there was a feeling of anxiety in the air around him.

He quickly made his way to Yoongi’s ‘office’, which was really just his apartment on the other side. He had an office at one point, but never used it. So everyone just knew they could find him here instead.

Jungkook knocked once before opening to the door, calling out for Yoongi as he did.

“Hyung? Are you home? I need to talk to you.” Jungkook walked through the door to the living room, hoping Yoongi would be there but was instead greeted by Hoseok.

“Oh, hi Hobi-hyung, is Yoongi-hyung here?” Jungkook fidgeted with the edge of his shirt.

He wasn’t sure how much Hoseok knew about what was going on, if he even knew anything at all. And he didn’t want to say anything that was going to get him into trouble just yet. He still had things to do.

“He’s not, he just went to talk to Namjoon. But I’m pretty sure I can help you if you’d like.” Hoseok smiled while patting the spot on the couch next to him.

So he knew everything already., or at least knew enough to gather that Jungkook needed help. Which wasn’t surprising since Hoseok was one of the few angels Yoongi actually liked.

“I don’t know what to do, or if i should even be doing anything.” Jungkook sighed as he sat down, his head resting on the back of the couch.

“No one ever really knows what they’re doing, and if they tell you they do they’re lying.” Hoseok laughed, the sound somehow reminding Jungkook of the way Yoongi laughed sometimes.

“Hyung that’s not very helpful. He doesn’t deserve to die and he’s going to. And I want to sto-”

“Stop right there Jungkook, don’t even finish that sentence with fate walking around.” Hoseok turned to him, a serious look on his face that made Jungkook’s stomach drop. “Don’t go messing with things you shouldn’t mess with, especially right now.”

“Why? Did something happen? And what do you mean fate is walking around?” Jungkook turned his body so that they were face to face, his eyes searching Hoseok’s face for answers.

“Okay first, yes something happened. Someone who wasn’t supposed to die yet died, and fate didn’t see it coming. And second, I mean exactly what I said. Fate is looking for, well i don’t actually know probably you and Taehyung since he’s the new guardian angel that wasn’t supposed to die, but I’m not sure and oh-” Hoseok had a look of shock on his face

“Hoseok what the fuck! You weren’t supposed to say anything to him!” Yoongi half shouted, his face taking on a look that said ‘if you weren’t already dead i would kill you’ and Jungkook found himself standing. All of the little pieces falling into place in his mind as the two older boys looked at each other. Seemingly having a conversation between them without actually saying anything.

“You just said the name Taehyung, as in, as in Kim Taehyung?” Jungkook felt like his heart was racing, even though it couldn’t, as he looked between Yoongi and Hoseok.

“Fucking hell, Namjoon is going to kill me for doing this.” Yoongi sighed, running his hand over his face before looking at Jungkook. “Yes, Kim Taehyung died this morning when he wasn’t supposed. And YOU are not supposed to know about it because-”

“No! He’s supposed to live! That was the deal I made with fate!” Jungkook was seething, his face going red as his anger grew. He gave up everything, everything, so that Tae would get to live a full life, not die at twenty one before he got the chance to do all the things he had once told Jungkook he wanted to do. Like be an actor, and learn how to fish and travel to other countries.

Fate had promised him, and fate had gone back on his word.

“Where is he?” Jungkook said, not looking at Hoseok, who seemed more willing to give him information that Yoongi.

“Jungkook, you can’t see Taehyung right now it’s-” Hoseok stopped, Yoongi holding his hand up to keep him from saying anything else.

“He isn’t looking for Taehyung, he wants fate. Which is ironic seeing as he is waiting for you in Namjoon’s office right now.” Yoongi sighed before turning around and walking towards his bedroom. “I suggest you go there before they come here, because I don’t want to deal with them anymore today.”

“Why do they want me?” Jungkook asked, even though he was pretty sure he knew why.

“Take a wild guess. It’s not that hard to figure out.” Yoongi said before opening his door, “You coming Hobi? Or do you want to witness the shit show that’s about to go down.”

“I’m coming! Good luck Jungkook. And remember, don’t tempt fate. He’s nice but he’s got a temper.” Hoseok gave Jungkook a smile before walking off to join Yoongi in, well in whatever it was they did together.

“Thanks, good luck with that.” Jungkook said, waving his hand towards Yoongi’s bedroom before walking out and making his way to Namjoon’s office.

He had never been there before but everyone knew where it was. The closer he got, the more he could feel the sense of anxiety and fear in the air. He knew that the fear was his own, because he didn’t know what was going to happen to him or if he was going to be able to go back to Jimin. But he didn’t know whose anxiety he was feeling. Surely it wasn’t fate, he had nothing to be anxious about.

At least that’s what he thought before he walked in and saw him standing next to Namjoon.

“Jeon Jungkook, we meet again.”

Jungkook knew, knew, that the man standing was fate. But he was confused.

The last time he had seen fate, he had looked like Jungkook. But that man standing in front of him now, looked nothing like Jungkook. At all.

He was beautiful in a way he couldn’t describe. Most angels were beautiful simply because they were, but fate had an even more angelic look to him with something else that Jungkook couldn’t name.

His features were soft, yet held a certain hardness that he assumed only time could do to someone. And he seemed to fill all the space around them without trying to.

“You’re fate, aren’t you?”Jungkook asked, even though he already knew.

“I am, you would think you would remember considering we’ve met before.” Fate laughed, and it sounded odd. Almost like music, instead of an actual laugh.

“You don’t look the same. Last time you looked, well you looked like me.” Jungkook felt his rage from earlier begin to fester again as he looked at Fate, remembering the promise he had made that night.

“Yes well, people see what they want to see when looking at their own fate. But when you take that away, they see that I’m just me.” Fate laughed again, and it only helped in furthering Jungkook’s anger.

“Seokjin-hyung, stop teasing him before he busts a vein.” Namjoon finally spoke, a calm look on his face that through off Jungkook slightly.

“Alright, alright. I’m only going to assume you have some questions for me Jungkook.” Fate, Seokjin, Jungkook wasn’t sure what to call him at this point, finally sat in the chair next to Namjoon, his legs crossed one over the other.

“I do. Why is Taehyung here? He wasn’t supposed to die! That was the deal we made! You lied!” Jungkook balled his hands into fists to keep himself from striking out as he stood there.

“You’re right, he wasn’t supposed to die. But he did. It seems there is something other than fate at play here. And contrary to popular belief, I don’t know everything. Nor do i see everything that is supposed to happen.” Seokjin sighed, clearly upset by this as Namjoon laughed under his breath. His face turned away to try and hide it.

“I’m sorry, did I say something funny to you?” Seokjin turned to look at Namjoon who had that ‘i’ve been caught act normal’ look on his face.

“Nothing. You just finally admitted to not knowing everything.” Namjoon laughed again before sitting himself upright and looking at Jungkook.

“Aish i really do hate you.” Seokjin sighed, “But what I said is true. I don’t know why, but I didn’t see Taehyung dying. But that doesn’t change the fact that he did. And for that, I owe you an apology Jungkook. Because I can not go back and change what has happened, not a second time. And not without more consequences.”

Seokjin let out a deep sigh as he leaned back in his chair, and it annoyed Jungkook.

Fate had messed up, probably worse than Jungkook had, and he all he got was an ‘i’m sorry’.

“That isn’t fair! I lost everything because of you! To give Tae his chance at a happy life!” Jungkook yelled as he slid down to sit across from the two men.

“You’re right, you did. And I feel like I owe you something in return.” Seokjin sat up straight, ready to make up for his mistake. Which wasn’t something he had ever had to do before. But he was ready to do it.

“I want to see-” Jungkook began to say but was cut off.

“I’m sorry, I can’t let you see him yet. He’s still, processing. Your reunion will have to wait I’m afraid.” Seokjin frowned, for this was the one thing he couldn’t give to Jungkook yet.

“What do you mean processing?” Jungkook raised an eyebrow. He had never heard that term used before in regards to a new angel. Not even one that was still being assigned or choosing their position as either an angel of death or a guardian angel.

“When you died, and by default made it to where Taehyung had no memory of you, his life was rewritten. So that you weren’t part of it.” Namjoon said, his arms now resting on his desk.

“I know that, that was part of the price paid for him living.” Jungkook wanted to yell, or punch a wall. They were telling him things that he either already knew or that made no sense and he just wanted answers.

“When he died, all of that came back to him.” Namjoon paused, looking between Seokjin and Jungkook before taking a deep breath. “All of the memories he had of you, of the life he had before you died and saved him, came back all at once. And he’s having a hard time dealing with it.”

Oh.

That isn’t what Jungkook was expecting him to say.

“What does that mean? Am I not allowed to see him ever or just for now?” Jungkook wanted to cry. Which was something he hadn’t done in years.

“It mean, that for now, no you can not see him. He has a lot to deal with. His memories were rewritten to not include you. And now he is dealing with all of that and the fact that what he remembers, isn’t what actually happened. He also has to deal with the fact that he can’t be a guardian angel because I can’t allow him to be on the other side.” Seokjin’s face took on a solemn look as he spoke.

“Why not? He was MADE to be a guardian angel, no one would be better at it than Taehyung!” Jungkook yelled, his fist slamming down on the desk.

“Because, he caused a butterfly effect that night. And him living and you dying when it never should have happened has already affected and changed too much.” Seokjin’s face flashed with something that reminded Jungkook of fear, mixed with sadness and it all clicked.

“Jimin. This involves Jimin doesn’t it!” Jungkook stood up, his anger doubling as he thought of everything Jimin had already been through and now somehow, it was his fault. Because Taehyung dying had been his fault. And if what Seokjin said about it causing a ripple and affecting other things was true, it meant Jimin dying would be his fault too.

“Yes. Somehow Park Jimin’s fate is entwined with yours and Taehyung’s. But I don’t know how yet.”

“How do you not know? You’re fate! Isn’t it your job to know these things!” Jungkook tried to calm the rage he felt, but he felt like he had been lied to. Betrayed. And it wasn’t fair.

“Yes, I am fate. I make sure things happen when they are meant to happen. But I don’t know everything, and nothing like this has ever happened before. Not like this.” Seokjin stood up so, forcing Jungkook to tilt his head to look up at him.

“So now what? Is there nothing that can be done to save him? To save Jimin?” Jungkook could feel the tears forming in his eyes but he willed them to stay put. He wouldn’t cry in front of them. He wouldn’t.

“No. there isn’t. He has twenty four hours before he dies. I’m sorry Jungkook, but there’s nothing I can-”

Jungkook stopped him before he could say anything else.

“Let me be with him.”

“Excuse me?” Seokjin raised his eyebrow at Jungkook as the younger stood in front of him. His shoulders squared off, ready to fight them on this if he needed to.

“I want to be with Jimin, I’m his death angel and I want to be there for him until he passes. You owe him that, you owe me that after everything that’s happened.” Jungkook stood up as tall as he could, wanting to be seen on equal standing as Seokjin.

“Jungkook,” Namjoon started, “you know that’s not how we do things, I can’t let you do that. It would be breaking too many rules.”

Namjoon’s face looked sad, like he wanted to allow Jungkook to do it, but couldn’t.

“I’m going to do it whether you let me or not. The only difference is whether or not I will get in trouble afterwards or not with you sir.” Jungkook turned his gaze from Seokjin to look Namjoon in the eye.

“Go. Do it, go be with him. He’s going to need you right now.” Seokjin was the one to speak, his voice soft. And the way he said it made Jungkook feel sick.

If Fate was saying that Jimin needed Jungkook, then he would be there for him no matter what.

“Hyung hold on you can’t-”

“I’m fate Namjoon, and I can. And I am. Jungkook go, we will talk more when you get back.” Seokjin cut off Namjoon as he waved Jungkook out the door, the younger boy already walking away.

*******

“What happened? Why did you tell him he could go to Jimin?” Namjoon spun his chair so that he was facing Seokjin.

“He’s going to die tonight Joonie, and it’s not going to be good. And for whatever reason, I can’t see all of it.” Seokjin’s eyes had taken on that glassy look they got right before he cried. “He’s going to need Jungkook there, he isn’t going to have any else there when it happens. So he might as well have the one person who truly wants to be there, I owe them that.”

Namjoon reached his hand out and pulled Seokjin to him, their fingers intertwining effortlessly.

“They’re gonna be okay Seokjin, they’ll get through this. Together.” Namjoon ran his thumb over the back of Seokjin’s hand as the older boy started to cry.

“I hope you’re right, I really do.” Seokjin said, his voice soft as he tried to look and see what the outcome of this night would be.

*****

When Jungkook got back to the other side he was relieved to see that Jimin was still asleep on the couch, his hair fanned out over his forehead.

Jungkook took a moment to just look at Jimin, to see him while he was still peaceful and asleep for the last time.

As death angels, they didn’t know everything about how each person would die. Just when, and the general cause. But the way Seokjin had spoken made Jungkook feel like the next twenty four hours were going to be awful, especially for Jimin.

Quietly, so he wouldn’t wake him, Jungkook slipped back into his spot on the couch. Gently lifting Jimin so that his head was resting on Jungkook’s shoulder.

He wanted to lie to himself, to tell himself that they would get to do this again while Jimin was still alive.

But he knew that wasn’t true, that this would be the only time they would be like this before everything changed.

He allowed himself to take in everything about Jimin as he slept. The way his mouth was slightly parted, the way his eyelashes fanned over the tops of his cheeks.

Even the slightly shaky way he breathed in and out, like he wasn’t taking complete breaths each time he did it. Jungkook silently wondered to himself if even in his sleep Jimin felt the pain in his lungs.

This thought was interrupted though by a soft sound. So soft that if Jungkook hadn't been paying as close attention as he was that he would have missed it.

But then it happened again, this time louder.

Jungkook watched as Jimin coughed in his sleep, the sound almost like a whisper as it slowly built in frequency and pitch until Jimin’s body was shaking.

Panic quickly filled Jungkook, his mind racing as he reached around Jimin to help him sit up. Hopeful that this would ease the coughing as he tried to wake Jimin up.

“Jimin, come on, wake up. Hyung.” Jungkook gently shook him, trying to be careful but also worrying as Jimin continued to cough until his eyes flew open, his hand clutching at his chest as he looked around frantically.

It took another minute of Jungkook shaking Jimin and calling his name for him to finally open his eyes, his hand coming up to cover his mouth as he tried to take a deep breath.

Not knowing what to do, Jungkook simply rubbed his hand up and down Jimin’s back. Hoping that it was at least a little bit soothing.

“I’m okay Jungkook-ah,” Jimin said softly, a slight crack to his voice as he sat up and smiled.

“Do you need anything? I can-” Jungkook started to get up but stopped when he felt Jimin’s hand around his wrist. His first though was that it was far too cold, the other that his grip was loose. Almost like Jimin hadn’t meant to do it.

“Just sit with me, I’m okay. Promise.”

As Jimin spoke his grip got tighter, gently tugging until Jungkook was sitting next to him again.

Jungkook didn’t know what to do, just sitting there. He was much too aware of Jimin’s hand still gently wrapped around his wrist. The coolness of it almost enough to give him goosebumps.

He wanted so badly to be able to do something for Jimin. To take away his pain or even just lessen it. Anything. He would do anything Jimin asked him to today.

So he sat there, waiting for Jimin’s breathing to return to normal as he gently slid his hand out of Jimin’s grip, only to lace their fingers together.

Jungkook could see the small smile on Jimin’s face from the corner of his eye, and he couldn’t help but be in awe of how it seemed so sincere.

No one had ever smiled like that at Jungkook before and he knew that if had been alive his heart rate would have picked up. And just when Jungkook was sure the coughing had stopped, he felt Jimin tense next to him. A slightly panicked look on his face.

“What’s wrong?” Jungkook shifted, pulling his hand from Jimin’s to turn and face him, panic racing through his body as Jimin tried to hold in a cough only for it to force it’s way out, his whole body shaking.

Jungkook immediately reached out for him, his hand gently rubbing up and down his back in what he hoped was a soothing manner as Jimin wheezed. His eyes going wide when Jimin pulled his hand away from his mouth to discover small drops of blood.

Never had Jungkook felt so much like he would cry than in that moment. Without either of them saying anything, they both knew what that meant.

“It’s gonna be okay hyung, I promise. I’ll make sure it’s going to be okay.” Jungkook whispered, wrapping his arms around Jimin’s neck and pulling him close. His body shaking with the gentle sobs Jimin was letting out. “Please don’t cry.”

Jungkook ran his hands up and down Jimin’s back, trying to think of anything he could do to help the older.

“That’s the first time you called me ‘hyung’.” Jimin said, his voice muffled slightly by Jungkook’s neck.

“What?” Jungkook pulled back, a confused look on his face when he saw Jimin was smiling.

“That was the first time you called me ‘hyung’ Jungkookie~.” Jimin said in sing-song voice while poking Jungkook in the side.

It amazed Jungkook at how quickly Jimin’s mood could change from crying to laughing over something as simple as Jungkook calling him ‘hyung’. But he decided that if it made him smile like that, he would always call him it. No matter what.

******

The next several hours were spent with the two of them curled up on the couch together watching movies while Jimin drifted in and out of sleep. As night approached, Jungkook knew that Jimin’s time was getting shorter and shorter.

Each time the older boy would cough or fidget Jungkook’s body would go cold, wondering if this would be the moment when everything came to a stand still. He could feel how cole Jimin’s hands were as he held them is his own and see the color slowly fading from his cheeks. It killed Jungkook to watch as Jimin became weaker. The knowledge that at any second Jimin would die made him angry.

He didn't deserve this. Jimin didn't deserve to be in pain, to have each breath he took hurt him.

It wasn’t until the sun was setting though that Jungkook started to get really nervous.

Jimin had been sleeping when he started to make that wheezing sound again, his shoulders curling in on him as Jungkook pulled him into his lap. His arms circling Jimin’s waist and supporting his body with his own.

Jimin continued to breathe harshly, the sound fading as he tried to hold his breath, now awake and clutching the bottom of Jungkook’s shirt with his hands.

He felt so small like this, curled up and in pain. His voice just barely a whisper as he tried to say something to Jungkook.

“Shh, it’s okay.” Jungkook tried to sound strong, Jimin needed him to be strong right now.

“Hurts Jungkookie.” Jimin whined, pulling himself closer to Jungkook’s chest and letting the younger pull the blanket over their shoulders to try and warm him back up.

“I know, but it’s gonna be okay soon I promise.” Jungkook knew he shouldn’t be saying that, but it was the only thing he could do.

He couldn’t save Jimin from his cruel fate, but he would be damned if he didn’t try and make it better in any way that he could.

“How do you know?” Jimin whispered against Jungkook’s neck, his breath fanning across the exposed skin.

“I don’t know, I just do.” Jungkook knew he was lying, but he couldn’t just tell Jimin everything. He wanted to, but he had broken enough rules as it was. And even though Seokjin had told him he could be with Jimin, he doubted he should test his boundaries anymore.

There were still other things he needed answers to and he figured pissing off fate wasn’t going to get him those answers anytime soon.

“It’s weird, but I believe you kookie. I’ve known you for two days and yet I trust you more than I trust most people.” Jimin gave a weak laugh, followed by a silent cough, before settling back into Jungkook. His eyes closing slowly as he drifted back off to sleep.

And Jungkook could feel it, he knew that this was the last time Jimin would fall asleep like this, and he couldn’t stop himself from pressing his lips gently to his forehead. A silent promise that Jungkook would be there when Jimin crossed over, and would continue to be there for him if Jimin decided he wanted him to be.

He really hoped Jimin would want him around after this. He had grown to have a soft spot for him, doing things he had never done for anyone other than Taehyung.

When Jungkook pulled back to look down at Jimin he could see the faintest little smile on his face, almost like Jimin knew he was about to no longer be in any pain. And it was this thought that did it.

Jungkook could no longer hold in his tears as he listened to the sound of Jimin breathing shallowly. His lungs finally failing for good as Jimin clutched tighter to Jungkook, the color leaving his face.

Jungkook sobbed for all the pain Jimin had gone through, not once but twice, and he sobbed for the knowledge that Jimin would no longer be in pain. He sobbed for the idea that Jimin was going to get to be someone’s guardian angel, that he would get to protect someone who deserved to be protected.

He cried knowing that the only other person other than Taehyung that deserved to be someone's guardian angel would get to be.

These were the last thoughts Jungkook had as he heard the distinct sound of a bell, letting him know that his charge was now waiting for him on the other side.

He took a deep breath, trying to prepare himself for what was going to happen and hoping that Jimin would be able to forgive him for not telling him.

With one more kiss on Jimin’s cheek, Jungkook stood up slowly, still not wanting to disturb Jimin even though he was gone. It took all of his willpower to walk away and cross back over, his heart begging him to stay where he was.

It was just a fraction of a second and Jungkook was standing in the room with Jimin, watching as the other looked at the walls covered in memories from his life.

A part of Jungkook was jealous as he looked at the memories. Jealous because so many had gotten to spend so much time with Jimin while he was alive and Jungkook hadn’t gotten to.

He knew this was stupid though, because he would get to spend (hopefully) the rest of forever getting to know Jimin.

This thought made him smile as he patiently waited for Jimin to notice him, having learned that it sometimes took people some time to realize that they had passed on. And that not everyone reacted in the best way.

Jungkook couldn't help himself from watching the memories around him even though they weren't his to watch.

He watched a memory of Jimin playing with a puppy. His laugh echoing through the room. He watched another memory of Jimin on a stage, his body moving in fluid motions as he danced. Jungkook was mesmerized by it, his eyes following the movements of Jimin's boys until he noticed something in the memory warp.

The edges of it shimmering and he would have sworn that he saw himself and Taehyung, sitting in the audience watching Jimin dance.

“What is this?” Jimin finally spoke, turning slowly to look at Jungkook.

“Jimin I-” Jungkook didn't know what he was trying to say. He only knew that he needed to say something. Anything.

But instead he just stood there, watching the confusion turn into understanding without him having to say anything.

“Oh.” One word. That's all Jimin said as he turned back around to watch the memories float past again.

“Hyung, I wanted to tell you but, we aren't allowed to. I wasn't even supposed to show myself to you but I couldn't just, I couldn't just do nothing.” Jungkook could hear the sadness in his own voice and wondered if Jimin could hear it too.

He was sure he could.

He was also sure Jimin was mad at him, because he wasn't saying anything. He just kept his back to him as he watched his life replaying. And the silence was tearing at him.

“Hyung, can you please just, just say something?” Jungkook bit his cheek, trying to keep himself from crying. He could handle a lot of things, but not Jimin hating him for lying and not telling him the truth.

“This is wrong.” Jimin's voice was soft, just barely above a whisper and Jungkook wasn't even sure he was talking to him.

“I know i should have-”

“No! Not you not telling me. That's okay. This memory, this isn't how it happened.” Jungkook could hear the confusion in Jimin's voice, his eyes scanning the memory Jimin was watching.

“What do you mean? These are yours, of course they're right.” Jungkook watched the memory play back again, the edges of it doing the shimmering thing again as Jungkook felt a pain in his chest.

He gasped, watching as Jimin did a backflip on a trampoline, a bright smile on his face as Jungkook and Taehyung cheered for him.

“That- that didn't happen Jungkook.” Jimin's voice was shaking slightly as Jungkook stared. Something in his chest squeezing tightly.

He wasn't aware that he was crying until he felt the tears trailing down his face.

“Jungkookie dont cry. It's-”

Jimin was cut off by a loud scream coming from outside the room. Their heads turning just as the door opened, Taehyung running in with Hoseok and Yoongi behind him. Breathing heavy as they tried to stop him.

“Taehyung-ah! You can't go in there!” Yoongi yelled, his hand reaching out to try and grab him but it was too late.

The three boys stood there staring at one another. Their eyes wide with every emotion imaginable.

Confusion. Pain. Anger. Happiness. Love.

“Tae, you aren't supposed to be here. Seokjin- hyung said-”

“I know I just, i had to find you to tell you I know what happened! And that I remember you! And Jimin too!” Taehyung had tears running down his face, but he didn't look sad.

“No! You can't remember me, fate changed it so that you wouldn't!” Jungkook took a step back, his chest tightening as he tried to slow his breathing.

“How, how can you remember me we've never met before. I don't know who-” Jimin looked back and forth between Taehyung and Jungkook, searching for an answer but it was Taehyung who spoke.

“But we have! Or, well, we were supposed to but it all got messed up somehow. Jungkookie died and… And we got separated.” the three of them looked at the wall where memories were swirling around them.

None of them spoke as they stood there, their eyes now darting to the memories that seemed to fade as fast they showed up. All of them mixing and blurring, none of them knowing which memory belonged to who.

They watched the memories playback in reverse, Jimin dancing, and then the three of them on a beach. Jungkook grinning with each arm wrapped around their necks.

“What is this Jungkookie? What's going on?” Jimin sounded scared, his hand reaching out for Jungkook’s to try and ground himself. To assure himself that this was real.

And without realizing it, his other hand blindly reached for Taehyung’s as well. Their fingers lacing together as they watched the memory of Jungkook dying.

Jungkook felt his heart clench in his chest as he watched the car hit him, sending him flying down the street as Taehyung screamed for him.

“No!” Jungkook shut his eyes tight. Not wanting to remember the moment he lost everything again. He had relived it so many times in his head.

“Jungkook!” He heard Taehyung scream, but it sounded distant. Like it wasn't the Taehyung next to him that had screamed.

Jungkook slowly opened his eyes, and watched the memory of him, Taehyung running over to him. Tears streaming down his face as he held Jungkook's head in his lap, the man who had been in the car running while talking on the phone. His words lost as the memory sped up to Jungkook lying in a hospital bed.

Jungkook was vaguely aware of someone, Jimin he thinks, reaching up to wipe the tears from his face as he saw himself lying in a hospital bed. Taehyung sitting next to him with his hand clutched between his own.

He watched as the image changed again, this time showing them all three sitting together in Jimin's hospital room watching an anime together. Their laughs filling the air around them.

And again, the three of them looking older, laying on a blanket in Jungkook's yard watching the stars. Their bodies so close you couldn't tell where one began and the other one ended.

They were so engulfed in the scene that was playing out in front of them that they didn't notice Namjoon and Seokjin walking in, or the looks on Hoseok and Yoongi’s faces as they stared at them.

“We were supposed to be together, the three of us. But something went wrong.” Taehyung now had tears brimming in his eyes, matching the ones in Jimin's.

“We look so happy. What happened?” Jimin's voice cracked and the three of them jumped at the sound of Seokjin clearing his throat.

“I think I can explain.” Seokjin’s face had a blank expression on it. Almost like he was trying to keep himself from crying as well.

“Who are you?” Jimin stepped back, hesitation and fear of the unknown pulling him back until his side was pressed into Jungkook's.

“He's fate.” Jungkook said as his arm pulled Jimin closer, Taehyung following suit without being told to. It felt right to have both of them next to him. Their hands intertwined together seamlessly.

Jungkook tried not to smile when he heard someone (probably Namjoon) try to cover up their laugh by coughing. Now was not the time for jokes.

He wanted answers. Not just for himself, but for Jimin and Taehyung. They deserved answers to what and why all these things had happened to them.

He could feel the weariness radiating off of them, but he could tell they were ready. Or, as ready as they were ever going to be.

“First of all, I owe all of you an apology.” Seokjin took a deep breathe, his shoulders sagging slightly as the three boys looked at him.

“For what? You haven't done anything wrong-” Jimin started to say but was cut off my Seokjin lifting his hand.

“I do. As fate, I should have been able to see that the bond formed between the three of you before you were even born was stronger than I am. And I shouldn't have tried to change it.” Seokjin took a deep breath, his eyes trying to avoid the three looks he was being given.

“What do you mean a bond?” Jungkook tried to keep his voice even, not wanting anyone to know how distressed he was.

He didn't trust Seokjin, he didn't want to lose the two people standing next to him.

“Your souls. They formed a bond long ago. Meaning your fates were intertwined from the beginning, pulling the three of you together with each decision you made. There is only one other bond that has been as strong as the one the three of you share.” Seokjin let his eyes glance to where Yoongi and Hoseok were standing, the two boys looking at him with smiles before turning to one another and deciding it was best for them to go.

Everyone watched as the two walked away, their hands linked together seamlessly.

“So what happened?!? If we were meant to be together why did you let Jungkook die?” Jungkook could hear the anger is Jimin's voice, and it sounded odd coming from him. In the short time he had known Jimin, he had never once heard any trace of anger in his voice.

“It wasn't his fault, it was mine. I thought I was protecting you. I, i didn't know I was hurting both of you when I did it.” Jungkook's voice was soft, sad, because he was ashamed to admit this to them.

“What do you mean?? It's not like you could have stopped this from happening!” Taehyung stood up, his finger pointing at Seokjin.

“He should have known! He shouldn't have kept us apart!” Taehyung's voice shook, more tears threatening to spill over again. “He should have let us be together and be with Jimin! I've seen it, I've seen how we should have been! We were meant to be happy together! All of us!” The tears were now spilling down Taehyung's face, the sight of it pulling at both Jimin and Jungkook.

Even alive, Jungkook always hated when Taehyung cried. He didn't even hesitate to pull Taehyung into his arms. Jimin clearly had the same idea as he wrapped his arms protectively over both of them.

“What went wrong?” Jimin's voice cracked as they clung to one another. His hands pulling them closer to him with his need to protect two younger boys.

“The night Jungkook died, when he chose to save Taehyung, it caused a ripple. I thought that the only choice was for one of them to die, while the other lived. But I was wrong. I couldn't see that there was a second option. Because it was too late. The moment Jungkook saw Taehyung in danger, his desire and will to protect Taehyung in that moment changed his fate.” Seokjin spoke evenly, trying to stay calm as to not upset the three boys even more.

“How did I change my fate? And how does that affect them?” Jungkook wrapped his arms tighter around Taehyung and Jimin, the urge to protect them just as strong as the day he had died.

“When you saw that Taehyung was hurt, your desire to protect him took over. And it made it to where I could only see one outcome.” Seokjin paused, looking for the right words to say.”I believed that the only way to fix what had happened was for one of you to die, and the other to forget. Because I didn't know that Jimin's fate was tied to yours.”

“It wasn't until Taehyung died yesterday that I saw what the other outcome could have been. If both of you had lived, if I had allowed it, had been able to see it, you still would have met Jimin at the hospital. Where he had been recovering from chemotherapy.”

Seokjin took a moment to let the boys absorb what he had said.

“So what, you're saying that my will to keep Taehyung alive, changed our fate?” Jungkook was still so confused.

He couldn't understand how one simple thing could change everything.

“Yes, your willingness to give up your own life in order to save Taehyung's, is what changed it.”

“So because Kookie wanted to save Tae, it changed us meeting?” Jimin was the one to speak up first. His voice calm unlike the others.

“Precisely. His will was stronger than mine, stronger than fate, and the second he made up his mind it blinded me. On that night, Jungkook was the only one meant to be hit by the car. And the three of you would have met at the hospital. But when Taehyung tried to save him, it caused a butterfly effect of events that changed everything and i was no longer able to see the future for the three of you because it was changing constantly and being rewritten with every choice you made.”

“But what about Jimin and Taehyung, why did they have to die?” This was the one thing Jungkook still couldn't accept.

He could accept that him and Taehyung's desire to protect one another had changed things. But he needed to know why Jimin and Taehyung had to die so soon.

“Jimin and Taehyung's fates are bound to yours. Just as yours is bound to theirs. When you died, their souls felt it, and put into motion events to heal the rift that was created to bring the three of you back together. It was something that not even I could see or change.” Seokjin smiled, the knowledge that, although it was sad and had caused an extreme amount of pain, everything had ended up the way it had been meant to.

“So our soul’s bond brought us back together. Where we were meant to be.” Jimin smiled as he said the words. His heart filling with pure joy.

He knew he should have been sad that he hadn't gotten to spend time with Jungkook and Taehyung together before dying. But he wasn't.

His soul was where it was meant to be, and he knew it.

“We're home.” Taehyung smiled, throwing his arms around Jungkook and Jimin to hug them close as they cried together.

Without knowing it or even trying, they had found their ways back to one another.

Through everything, their souls had known what to do. Even if that meant they had to be alone for a little while, and watch the others be in pain, somehow it had all been worth it in the end.

“ I'm sorry that the three of you had to go through so much pain and sadness to find your way back to one another.” Seokjin looked at each boy, his heart filling with happiness for them as they held onto one another.

“Don't be sorry hyung, you didn't know.” Jungkook smiled at him, holding his best friends close and making Seokjin smile.

No one had ever called him hyung except for Namjoon.

“Keep that up and you'll make him cry too!” Namjoon laughed, his arm wrapping around Seokjin's shoulders.

“Plus, I think the three of you have some catching up to do.” Namjoon smiled and pulled Seokjin with him to leave the three boys alone to talk.

“Namjoon if you don't let go of me I'm going to kill you.” Seokjin gently shoved at Namjoon, trying to hold back his own laughter.

“You can't kill me I'm already dead!” was the last thing Jungkook heard before they were finally alone. Just the three of them as they slowly sunk down to the floor.

They sat there for a moment, none of them knowing what to say, before Jungkook finally spoke.

“I'm sorry, for everything. For not telling you who I was, and for dragging you out with me that night Tae. If, if i had known-”

“Don't you dare be sorry Jungkook. It was meant to happen. Sure, some things got messed up and we got separated for a little while, but we found our ways back.” Taehyung was crying again, but it wasn't the sad kind.

It was the kind filled with relief and joy at knowing they were together again.

“If anything I'm sorry i forgot you. I still can't believe i didn't remember you.” Taehyung laughed weakly, his body slumping against Jimin's as the elder wrapped his arm around him.

“That wasn't your fault! You didn't know that was going to happen and I thought-” Jungkook couldn't hold back his tears as he spoke, “I thought it would be better if you didn't remember me. I didn't want you to be sad.”

“But he didn't forget. Not really.” Jimin practically whispered, his finger gently running through Jungkook's hair. Much in the same way Jungkook had done for him.

“What do you mean?” Taehyung gave him a confused look, his head leaning on Jimin's shoulder.

“You said you remembered him, when you ran in here. Your, your soul didn't forget him. Not really.” Jimin smiled as he scooted closer to Jungkook, so that they were in a circle, before letting out a yawn.

It was rare for angels to need sleep, but considering everything they had been through it was to be expected.

“Come on hyung, let's go sleep. You guys can come live with me.” Jungkook smiled at the thought, pulling the other two up with him and putting an arm around them.

“We can be together all the time! And maybe hang out with Yoongi and Hoseok hyung! They're fun to tease!” Taehyung laughed as they walked past an open door, the sound of Yoongi yelling something like “don't you dare you brat” as Hoseok laughed.

“Yoongi hyung can be scary, but he's a big softy around Hoseok.” Jungkook yelled just loud enough for Yoongi to hear him before laughing, followed by a whine when Jimin pinched his side.

“Yah! Don't tease your hyungs!” Jimin couldn't help but laugh as he tried to be serious. The smile on Jungkook's face was contagious as they walked down the hall towards Jungkook's, and now theirs as well, apartment. Smiled spread on all three of their faces as Seokjin and Namjoon watched them.

“Hyung, look at the babies!” Namjoon laughed as he spun his chair around.

“They aren't babies anymore Joonie.” Seokjin smiled, his chest filled with happiness as he watched them.

“So, now what oh wise one?” Namjoon laughed, pushing his chair away to dodge the kick Seokjin aimed at him.

“Now nothing. Now we just let them be. They have control over their own fates and I think we have all learned not to go around messing with it.” Seokjin laughed at his own little joke, his smile growing as he watched the three boys walk together, hand in hand. Their own futures stretching wide before them.

Epilogue.

Yoongi and Hoseok watched silently as Jungkook, Taehyung and Jimin laid on the ground. Their eyes watching the shooting stars fly across the night sky.

“Hyung, did you ever think when we met Jungkook, it would turn out like this? Like us?” Hoseok smiled, his hand reaching out for Yoongi's and lacing their fingers together.

“Nah. I didn't even like the kid when we first met. I knew he was gonna be a trouble maker.” Yoongi laughed, leaning his head on Hoseok’s shoulder as he watched a star shoot across the sky.

Hoseok laughed, remembering when he met Jungkook and the younger had told him he didn't deserve to be a guardian angel because he couldn't even protect the person he cared about most.

Hoseok had been shocked, because he had seen what Jungkook had done for Taehyung.

But he was free to choose. Shocking every one when he said “People don't get to choose when they die, or who helps them after. But I want to help people.”

It was the same thing Jimin had said when he decided, to no one's surprise, to be a guardian angel.

And as for Taehyung, well, he was somewhere in between a guardian and a death angel. Sort of.

The other still wasn't allowed to be a guardian angel, due to Seokjin fearing how often he would break the rules and interact with humans. But Taehyung ended up being somewhat of a memory keeper.

When someone was feeling down on the other side, he showed them memories of happiness and the people they loved. Reminding them they still had something, or someone, to live for.

Really, it was the perfect job for him. He got to help people remember things they had forgotten about.

Hoseok and Yoongi smiled down at them, their laughter slightly contagious even if it was too loud.

“Do you think they'll ever ask us our story?” Yoongi said, pressing his face into Hoseok's shoulder to get his attention.

“Mm maybe one day. You know I love telling it.” Hoseok laughed as he wrapped his arm around Yoongi, bringing him closer.

“Cause you're a sap.” Yoongi mumbled, holding back his smile.

“Only for you babe.” Hoseok laughed loud before pressing a kiss to the top of Yoongi’s head as he watched the little troublemakers.

If they ever did ask the story of Yoongi and Hobi, and how their souls lived a hundred lifetimes trying to find one another, he would be more than happy to tell it.

Fin~

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