#jugnkook fluff

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𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 | 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏𝟖

i thought it was waterproof

tags/ warnings: games designer! jungkook, non-idol au, established relationship, smut in the forms of: outdoor stuff!!! by the pool!!!, fingering, boob man jungkook

word count: 1.2k

notes: yippee!!

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You had to hand it to Jungkook, the entire vacation had been more than you could ever dream of. And the day you found out the Airbnb had a pool; you’d asked him every single morning if the both of you had enough time in his meticulously planned schedule for a day by the pool in the back garden.

Jungkook could do lengths while you sunbathed, catching up on a book you’d had on hold for months now. Skin sun kissed warm, sunscreen tacky. Jungkook’s skin glistened with water each time his head rose out of the water for air, hair clinging to his forehead. Which he pushes out of his face, seemingly unaware of how utterly good he looked while doing so. Whatever higher being that sits there crafting every soul taking that little bit longer on forming Jungkook and his entire being.

“Jungkook” you call out his name when he takes a break, arms braced on the edge of the pool after another set of laps.

He perks up, eyes a little wide at the sound of his name as he pushes himself towards the side of the pool you’re on.

“Hmm?” he hums.

“Don’t you want this?” you ask him, pulling that dreaded little box from your bag beside your chair.

Jungkook’s eyes are impossibly wide, heart clawing its way up his throat at the sight of the ring box in your hands. He doesn’t think so many words have rattled about in his mind at once. So many questions dying out on his tongue.

Because if he asked if you’d looked inside, then surely, you’d figure out that it wasn’t really his smart watch. That he’d lied on a whim because he couldn’t tell you what was really inside because that would ruin the surprise. He swallows, eyes trained on the box before he’s glancing up at you.

“Oh um…” he starts, fingers tapping against the edge of the pool, water rippling around his body, “I don’t think it’s waterproof”

Silence stretches between the both of you for a moment, “I could have sworn it was…” your eyes narrow.

Jungkook shakes his head, arms flexing as he pushes himself out of the pool.

“Definitely not” he shakes his head, droplets of water cooling your legs, your boyfriend similar to that of a wet dog as he tries to dry himself off.

“I thought you got the waterproof one because you wanted to track your swimming, but they closed the pool down”

You tilt your head to look up at him as he slinks towards you, his knee pressing onto the sun lounger beside your leg.

“Have I told you how pretty you look today?” he murmurs, hand running up the length of your leg, gentle as he teases over the waist band of your bikini. Other hand pulling the small box from between your fingers, slipping it in the back pocket of his swim shorts.

“Yeah” you whisper, “when you fucked me in the shower. After breakfast too actually, and then when I made you coffee”

He hums, back bending so he can lean down and press a kiss to your bare shoulder. He’s ever so gentle, lips skimming across your warm skin, pressing that little bit harder when he gets to your collarbones. You feel his teeth nip at your skin, tongue pressing over the same place before he’s sucking. Evidence of his love blossoms under your skin, that slight twinge of pain slipping down your body and straight to your cunt as the visual mark he leaves behind as he travels further down your body.

You feel his fingers slip under the strap of the bikini, tugging it down your shoulders. His hands glide over your back to tug at the string that holds the top up, pulling the piece of fabric off you.

He groans, impatient as his hand grabs onto one of your boobs, fingers digging into the flesh as he cranes his neck down so his lips can wrap around your nipple. You feel his teeth graze over the sensitive skin, pussy clenching at the thrum of pleasure that ebbs throughout your body as he worships your body.

“So pretty” he murmurs, lips barely pulled away from you as he kisses over your chest, thumb brushing over one of your nipples, teeth nipping at your skin, utterly obsessed with the mere existence of you.

“Love you so much”

You hum, laugh catching in the back of your throat, moan slipping off your tongue when he really does sink his teeth into the meat of your chest.

“Shit—Jungkook” you whine, fingers tangling into his hair as he pressed his face further into your chest, hands running down the sides of your body.

You don’t miss the rouge hand that teases at your bikini bottom, dipping below the waist band. His fingers tease over your clit, your hips bucking upwards at the sudden rush of pleasure.

“God I love you so much” he presses another kiss against your chest as his fingers dip into your cunt. You clench around the intrusion, breathy laugh falling past Jungkook’s lips, tickling your skin as he gently thrusts his finger into you.

Another hickey blooms over your chest, his tongue laving over the mark.

You start rutting your hips up onto his fingers, palm of his hand pressing against your clit in the most delicious way as you chase your own high.

Your book slips off the chain, dull thump drowned out by the sound of Jungkook’s name slipping off your tongue like a mantra. His fingers slip out of you, slicked up in your own arousal and he thrums over your clit, sending you reeling further towards your orgasm.

You can feel your stomach tighten, fingers digging into the meat of his arms as your back arches, another wave of slick leaking out of you with each tingly wonderful sort of pleasure that has you seeing stars.

“Gonna cum for me pretty?” he urges, fingers tapping over wet pussy. Thumb falling back over your clit to pull you closer to where he wants you, teetering on the edge.

“Mmhmm” you nod, mouth falling open in a silent moan, hips frantic as you chase your own selfish pleasure.

“Cum for me then” he murmurs, lips wrapping around your nipple, teeth grazing over it, unbridled, raw, pleasure shoots straight to your pussy, enough to send you headfirst into your orgasm.

You blubber his name, hands still holding onto him like he were your only life line.

He fingers slow over your clit, teasing as they dip back into your cunt before pulling out so he can smear your own slick and cum over your folds, final sparks of pleasure ebbing throughout your body as you slowly come down from your high.

“So good for me, my pretty girl” his lips brush against the side of your neck, “Always so good for me”

Your chest stutters as you try and catch your breath, “You’re insatiable, you know that?” you mumble, hand wrapping around his wrist that’s still down pressed over your pussy.

“I know” he hums, finally pulling his hand away, fingers coated with your arousal. The both of you watch as it slips down his wrist, Jungkook completely unabashed as his tongue licks his hand clean of your cum.

You groan, turning onto your stomach so you don’t have to watch him.

“Baby” he hums, hand grabbing the meat of your ass, “Let me eat you out… you taste so good”

You pick your book up from off the floor, “Do whatever, just let me finish this chapter”

[focusonkayjay]

between the ride and the roses (8)

Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader

Genre/Tags: biker/ motorcycle shop owner! jungkook x flower shop owner! reader, enemies to lovers, opposites attract, slow burn, angst, smut, fluff

Series summary: There's an insane turn of events when your calm and peaceful life is intruded by Jungkook, a biker boy who sets up his loud business right next to your own. Your paths cross under unlikely circumstances, starting with a clash of personalities but gradually you find yourself establishing a deeper connection with the annoyingly attractive biker jerk. You both have no idea what's in store for you guys as you try your best to put up with each other.

Word count: 3.7k

Chapter Warnings: tensionnnn, seokjin (you'll see why)

A/N: literally fell in love with this jugnkook as i was writing this chapter. something abt him makes my heart flutter like why don't i have a man like this. AHHHH is the chemistry chemistrying for you guys? let me know your thoughts hehehehe.

part 8: when the camellia revs

The fairgrounds buzz with life as preparations continue, but you manage to steal a quiet moment under the shade of an old oak tree. The wooden bench you share with Sunjae feels like a small oasis amidst the hustle. Around you, the rhythmic sounds of hammering, laughter, and the shuffle of footsteps continue. Yet here, with Sunjae beside you, it feels as though time slows down.

A mischievous glint sparks in your eyes as you nudge him lightly. “So…” you begin, dragging the word out, savoring the way his ears turn pink before you’ve even finished the sentence. “How’s the boyfriend?” you giggle.

Sunjae tries to mask his shyness, but it’s a futile effort. He rubs the back of his neck, his smile growing wider by the second. “Yeonjun’s great." he admits, his voice soft but brimming with affection.

“We moved in together recently, and honestly? It’s been... perfect. He’s been crazy busy with work, but he still does these little things, you know? Leaves notes in my lunchbox, surprises me with flowers. The other day, he even cooked me dinner because I was too tired. I don’t know how I got so lucky.” he says, unable to hide his smile.

Your heart warms at his words. Seeing Sunjae so smitten makes your chest swell with pride and happiness for your best friend. “Oh, please.” you scoff, grinning. “You deserve every ounce of that happiness and so much more. If anyone’s lucky, it’s Yeonjun for having you.” you admit.

Sunjae chuckles, the light in his eyes undeniable. “You always know what to say to make me feel like I’m not completely fumbling through life.” As he speaks, he paints vivid pictures of their life together... how they met at a seminar, how Yeonjun’s attempts at karaoke had sealed the deal, and their shared dream of opening a quaint café someday. You can’t help but smile at his happiness, the way his words pour out like a gentle stream.

“You look well.” you say once he finishes, your voice soft but sincere. “I'm so happy for you, Jae.” you comment and he smiles at the nickname. It feels like he hasn't heard that in ages.

He beams at you, his grin infectious. “I could say the same for you, Y/n. You look… peaceful. I'm guessing your business is doing well, huh?” Before you can reply, an enthusiastic voice interrupts.

“Sunjae? No way!”

You glance up to see Taehyung striding towards you, his wide grin lighting up his face. Namjoon, Seokjin, and Juwon follow close behind, all breaking into delighted smiles at the sight of your old friend.

“Still stealing Y/n’s time, huh?” Taehyung teases, pulling Sunjae into a warm hug. “Some things never change.” Sunjae shrugs as he pulls away, looking towards the others.

The bench becomes a hub of lively chatter as introductions, laughter, and playful jabs fly around. Though Sunjae had grown closer to you over the years, his bond with your group remained intact, and their warmth feels as natural as breathing.

//

The next day dawns with a golden hue spilling across the horizon, but the calm of the morning doesn’t last long. As the sun rises higher, the town square transforms into a hive of activity, buzzing with a sense of urgency. The fair is just a day away, and it seems like everyone is working double-time to ensure everything is perfect.

Vendors rush to set up their stalls, the sound of hammers striking nails mingling with the rustle of fabric as colorful banners and canopies are hoisted into place. Children dart around, their laughter piercing through the air as they weave between workers. Volunteers carry boxes of supplies, their voices blending into a symphony of instructions, encouragement, and occasional exasperation.

You’re busier than ever, balancing tasks between your flower shop and the fair. Deliveries need to be organized, decorations have to be finalized, and last-minute adjustments seem to crop up at every corner. Even as you wipe the sweat from your brow, there’s a sense of exhilaration in the air, the anticipation of tomorrow’s festivities driving everyone forward.

Sunjae is bustling around too, overseeing the setup of a handmade crafts stall he’s managing. Every now and then, he glances your way, offering a quick thumbs-up or a smile, his own excitement mirrored in your expressions.

By mid-morning, your friends have gathered to help where ever they can. Namjoon is reviewing schedules, his meticulous nature ensuring no detail is overlooked.

Seokjin is joking with some of the younger volunteers, lightening the mood despite the frenzy. Juwon is coordinating with the food vendors, her authoritative tone cutting through the chatter, while Taehyung flits between tasks, his energy boundless.

And then there’s Jungkook.

You catch glimpses of him every now and then, his leather jacket swapped for a simple black tee, the sleeves rolled up to reveal his tattooed arm as he unloads heavy crates. The sight of it snaps something inside you and you have to look away to collect yourself.

He works silently but efficiently, his brows furrowed in concentration. Despite the chaos around him, he carries an air of calm focus that you can’t help but notice.

Occasionally, your eyes meet across the crowded square. Each time, it’s fleeting, just a moment before one of you looks away, but it’s enough to send a ripple of something unspoken through the air.

The hours blur together as the sun climbs higher. Despite the hectic pace, there’s a shared unity among the volunteers, an understanding that they’re all working towards something meaningful.

By late afternoon, the square is almost unrecognizable, transformed into a vibrant space brimming with life and color.

But as you glance at the clock, you know there’s still more to be done. The final stretch is here, and tomorrow, the town will come alive in a way that makes all the effort worthwhile.

For now, you push forward, the excitement bubbling beneath the surface, ready to see it all come to life.

//

As the sun dips below the horizon, casting a golden glow across the fairgrounds, Mr. Jung’s voice booms from the gazebo. “Everyone! Can I have your attention?” he calls, clapping his hands. The volunteers pause their work, turning to face him.

“To thank all of you for your hard work, we’re hosting a little barbecue right here tonight." Mr. Jung announces, his smile wide. “Consider it a token of our appreciation. You’ve earned it!”

A ripple of cheers and applause follows, and your friends exchange gleeful glances. “Free food?” Seokjin exclaims, clutching his chest as if overwhelmed. “It’s a dream come true.”

“I’m claiming the first plate!” Juwon declares, practically bouncing on her toes. “Not if I get there first,” Taehyung counters, already sprinting toward the gazebo.

The group bursts into laughter, following him in a loose, carefree parade. The atmosphere is electric, buzzing with excitement for the evening ahead. After days of hard work, this feels like the perfect way to unwind... a celebration of effort, friendship, and shared memories.

As the preparations wind down and the golden hour fades into twilight, the barbecue at the gazebo comes alive. Bright fairy lights strung around the wooden structure cast a warm glow over the gathering, making the evening feel almost magical.

The air is filled with the enticing aroma of grilled meat and roasted vegetables, mingling with the faint scent of flowers still lingering from the day’s decorations.

You find yourself seated on the cool grass with Sunjae and your friends, the laughter and chatter creating a cozy bubble around you. Plates of food are passed around as everyone digs in, their voices blending with the soft strumming of a guitar someone brought along.

Namjoon is in the middle of telling a ridiculous story about one of his childhood escapades, which has Seokjin doubling over with laughter while Taehyung and Juwon argue about its authenticity.

The atmosphere is laid-back yet so so rewarding, just a close-knit group of volunteers unwinding after days of hard work. It’s one of those rare moments when you feel completely at peace.

Sunjae leans back beside you, his head tilted towards the sky as he points out a constellation he learned from Yeonjun. His excitement makes you smile, and you can’t help but feel immense joy for your best friend, who seems to have found his place and love in this world.

But amidst the relaxing chaos, there’s a tension simmering not far from where you sit. Jungkook has arrived with Yoongi, Hoseok, and Jimin, finally all done with their work for tomorrow.

The group makes their way to the grill, exchanging greetings and grabbing plates of food. Jungkook, however, doesn’t linger with his friends. His gaze immediately shifts to you, sitting closely with Sunjae, the man whose name he had just learned, as both of you laugh together.

His jaw tightens as he observes you leaning towards Sunjae, smiling so brightly it feels like the world revolves around you in that moment. And the man beside you... the same one from earlier who’d already occupied far too much of your attention is the cause of that smile. Jungkook feels his grip on his plate tighten, the urge to look away battling with the undeniable pull of watching you.

Throughout the evening, he steals glances at you. It’s infuriating how effortlessly you seem to light up the space around you. You laugh, tease Taehyung about his mismatched socks, and playfully swat Sunjae’s arm when he mimics Seokjin’s dramatic storytelling. Each stolen glance chips away at Jungkook’s resolve to keep his distance, leaving him restless.

As the night deepens, the cool evening breeze carries with it a sense of tranquility. The gazebo grows quieter, with fewer people remaining. Mrs. Kim, an elderly woman who’s been a pillar of the town’s volunteer efforts for years, approaches you with a soft smile.

“Y/n-ah, can you please fill my water bottle for me? They seem to have run out of water here, and I need to take my medicines now that I’ve eaten.” she says, holding out the bottle. “Your shop is nearby, so I thought I’d ask.”

You nod immediately, rising to your feet. “Of course, Mrs. Kim. I’ll be right back.” you reply warmly, taking the bottle from her. Your shop, just a few meters away from the gazebo, is still illuminated from earlier in the day.

Jungkook watches the interaction from his spot, his gaze sharpening as you walk off into the night with your usual grace. His chest tightens, and before he realizes it, his feet are moving.

He doesn’t know what compels him, but the idea of you being alone, even for a short while sends a strange urgency coursing through him.

Leaving his friends behind, who are too engrossed in their conversations to notice his sudden departure, he slips away. The cool breeze brushes past him as he strides towards your shop, his heart pounding in his chest.

He doesn’t know what he plans to say or do when he catches up to you, but he’s sure of one thing... he can’t keep this longing bottled up any longer.

The bell above the door jingles softly as you enter your flower shop, the familiar scent of blooms and fresh greenery enveloping you. The quiet of the shop contrasts sharply with the lively chatter of the barbecue behind you, making the space feel almost sacred.

You step past the counter and towards the storeroom, where your water filter is kept. It’s a cozy, tucked-away space filled with neatly labeled boxes of vases, floral foam, and ribbons.

The faint hum of the filter greets you as you flick on the light, placing the water bottle on the counter.

Humming softly to yourself, you begin filling it, the cool water rushing steadily into the bottle. While you're still inside, the shop’s door creaks open again and you don't really hear it.

Jungkook steps inside, his boots making almost no sound against the wooden floor as he closes the door behind him, careful not to alert you. The warm glow of the shop lights reflects off the rows of flower arrangements on display, casting soft shadows on the walls.

As he takes a step further in, his gaze locks onto the passage leading to the storeroom. It’s a narrow corridor lined with shelves holding tools and floral supplies. He knows you’re just beyond it. His pulse quickens, his resolve faltering for a brief second before he moves forward, his boots brushing lightly against the polished floor.

In the storeroom, you screw the cap back onto the filled water bottle, ready to return to the barbecue. Just as you turn around, you nearly jump out of your skin at the sight of Jungkook standing in the doorway.

“Jungkook?” you ask, startled. “What are you doing here?”

He doesn’t answer immediately. His dark eyes meet yours, intense and unreadable, and for a moment, the small storeroom feels even smaller. His shoulders are broad, nearly filling the frame of the doorway, and his presence is so palpable it makes your breath hitch.

“I… I saw you leave,” he finally says, his voice low and rough. “Thought I’d check if you needed help.”

You blink at him, confused. “It’s just water, Jungkook. I can manage.” He steps further into the room, closing the door halfway behind him. The quiet hum of the water filter fills the silence between you.

“I know…” he admits, his gaze never leaving yours. “But… I just… I had to see you.”

There’s something in his tone... hesitation, maybe desperation, or even vulnerability that catches you off guard. You clutch the water bottle tighter, unsure of what to say. The tension in the air feels almost unbearable, like a string stretched too thin between you, threatening to snap.

“Why?” you ask softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

He exhales sharply, running a hand through his dark hair, clearly struggling to find the right words. “I don’t know.” he admits, his lips pressed into a thin line. “I just… uhh... seeing you with him...”

“Sunjae?” you interject, your brows knitting in confusion. The name tumbles from your lips before you can stop it.

The effect is immediate. Jungkook takes a sudden step forward, his entire frame taut with an energy that feels almost dangerous. His eyes darken, their intensity cutting through you like a blade. “Don’t say his name.” he murmurs, his tone low, sharp, and commanding.

The air between you shifts. When did it get this heavy? You don’t even realize you’re retreating until your back meets the cold wall behind you.

A shiver runs down your spine, though you’re not sure if it’s the chill of the wall or the heat radiating from Jungkook’s advancing figure. The room feels smaller now, the walls closing in, leaving only him and the electricity thrumming between you.

He’s close... too close... and yet not close enough. But he inches forward, the words still hang in the air, and Jungkook hesitates, his frustration now palpable. He reaches out, his hands finding your waist, pulling you towards him. The water bottle slips from your hold, rolling away across the floor.

You’re not sure when the line between resistance and surrender blurred, but here you are, breath hitching as Jungkook’s grip tightens, pulling your body flush against his. The space between seems to vanish.

This moment, so surreal and unexpected, pulls you in. You don’t understand it, but who are you to question it? It feels like this is exactly what you've been craving for days... months... even years.

The warmth of him envelops you, igniting a fire in your chest that spreads to your fingertips. It’s overwhelming and terrifying, but it’s also exhilarating.

“Jungkook…” you whisper, breathless, feeling his body as he pulls you in even closer. His grip tightens, pulling your waist to his as he presses you against the wall, your bodies completely aligned now.

The room seems to shrink, too small, too warm with him so close. His eyes search yours, as if looking for something, and you meet his gaze. His hands, tentative but urgent, slightly slide under the hem of your top near your waist, his fingertips cold against your skin.

You part your lips, letting out a shaky breath, your body responding instinctively. He leans forward, his forehead resting against yours, both of you closing your eyes in the quiet intimacy. The world outside seems to pause, as if holding its breath, waiting for what might happen next.

Your knees weaken, and you grip the collar of his t-shirt, pulling him in closer. The distance between you is evaporating, but just as it feels like everything is about to shift, a loud bang of your store's front door opening from outside the storeroom causes both of you to snap apart, startled.

“Y/n!!!” Seokjin’s voice rings out, cutting through the silence. Him again? Really? you wonder, frustration mixing with embarrassment. This is the second time now.

“Fuck.” Jungkook curses, his hands instinctively covering his face, a flush of heat rushing through him as he tries to regain control of his rapidly escalating emotions.

Seokjin’s voice blares again, louder this time, and that’s when it hits you. He cannot see you like this, especially not with Jungkook.

“Fuck.” you curse under your breath, panic rising. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You scramble to move away from Jungkook, quickly grabbing the water bottle that had been abandoned on the floor.

Jungkook’s eyes widen in confusion, his head tilting slightly. Before he can ask, you hurriedly whisper. “He can’t know you’re in here!” Your voice is urgent, shaking slightly as you glance towards the storeroom door.

Realization dawns upon him like a light switch, and he nods. You're right, someone catching the two of you alone in a secluded space like this? Not good. He rakes his hand through his hair, already understanding how awkward this would look.

“Stay here until you hear us leave.” you plead, your voice barely audible but dripping with desperation. “Please don’t come out for at least five minutes. Promise me!”

Jungkook leans against the wall, arms crossed, the faintest smirk tugging at the corner of his lips despite your panic. “Five minutes?” he repeats, teasing lightly, but he nods all the same.

“Yes, five.” you insist, holding up your palm in a gesture for emphasis, fingers spread wide. You’re already backing towards the door, the water bottle clutched tightly in your hands. “Y/n-ah! Are you done yet?” Seokjin’s voice echoes again, impatient.

You close your eyes for a second, taking a deep, calming breath before yelling back. “Coming, Jin !! Just give me a sec !!”

Jungkook chuckles quietly at your flustered state, finding your panic oddly amusing. “You’re really worked up about this, huh?” he lowly murmurs, clearly entertained.

“Not the time.” you hiss, glaring at him before stealing a quick peek behind the door to check if Seokjin has entered the passage. Thankfully, it’s still clear. “Five whole minutes, got it?” you repeat, your tone stern, gesturing the number with your palm again for emphasis.

Jungkook leans casually against the shelf, his smirk growing. “Yes, boss.” he teases lightly, earning an exasperated roll of your eyes. Satisfied, you push the storeroom door open just enough to slip out. But as Jungkook watches you leave, his amusement is replaced by surprise when you suddenly pause.

Before he can process what’s happening, you turn on your heel and bolt back towards him, still clutching the water bottle in your hands. His eyes widen in confusion.

You don’t give yourself a second to overthink it. Standing on your tiptoes, you press a quick, feather like kiss on his cheek. Your lips linger for just a heartbeat before you pull away, the warmth of his skin burning against your own.

“I’ll see you out there.” you whisper, your voice soft and rushed, like a secret carried on the wind. And then you’re gone. The door creaks shut behind you, leaving Jungkook standing there, frozen in your storeroom. His hand slowly rises to touch his cheek where your kiss still lingers, his pulse racing.

An amused chuckle escapes him, low and disbelieving. He doesn’t move for a moment, still processing, before shaking his head with a small laugh.

Five minutes, huh? He’ll give you ten, if only to catch his breath.

//

Seokjin is here because, unbeknownst to you, you’d been gone far longer than you realized. As the two of you step out of the shop, his curious gaze falls on you. “What took you so long?” he asks, his tone casual but laced with mild concern.

Your mind races, briefly recollecting the moments that delayed you. Heat rises to your cheeks, but you quickly mask it, shrugging as you reply. “The water filter was acting up.”

Seokjin nods, accepting your explanation without question, and together, you make your way back to the bustle of the town square. The hum of laughter and chatter grows louder as you rejoin the crowd gathered near the gazebo.

Spotting Mrs. Kim, you walk over, handing her the filled water bottle with an apologetic smile. “I’m so sorry for the delay.” you say earnestly. She waves you off with a warm smile, her kind demeanor easing the guilt that lingers in your chest. “It’s no trouble, dear... Thank you.” she sweetly says.

Minutes pass as you blend into the sea of familiar faces. Yet, your gaze is restless, scanning the space almost instinctively until it lands on him.

Jungkook.

He crosses the street with practiced ease, his hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans as he moves towards the gazebo where his friends sit. Though he tries to appear nonchalant, there’s a subtle weight to his stride, as though he’s aware of your eyes on him.

As he reaches his group and takes a seat, his dark eyes flicker across the crowd, until they lock with yours. And this time, the glance isn’t fleeting.

For the first time, the world doesn’t rush to pull you apart. His gaze holds yours, steady and unguarded, and you feel the edges of the universe blur. A shy smile tugs at his lips, one that mirrors your own, and in that moment, the air shifts.

It’s as though the tension that had wrapped so tightly around you both has unraveled, replaced by something gentler, warmer, a connection that hums like a quiet melody between your souls.

The world around you fades into a hazy backdrop. The night feels alive, not with chaos, but with a strange, unspoken understanding that flows between you and him like an electric current.

Soon enough, the barbecue flames dwindle, leaving behind glowing embers, and the volunteers begin to disperse, bidding each other goodnight. The air fills with the promise of something grand, a collective anticipation for tomorrow's fair.

The town settles under a blanket of stars, its streets shimmering with the preparations for the festivities to come. As your friends get ready to leave for the night, you glance towards the gazebo one last time, catching a glimpse of Jungkook as he laughs at something Yoongi says. He doesn’t look your way again, but that’s okay.

With a deep breath, you let the cool night air fill your lungs and start walking towards your shop, ready to lock up and head home. A quiet sense of peace settles within you, as if the evening had unfolded just as it was meant to... full of moments both subtle and meaningful.

<- part 7 // part 9 ->

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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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hooking up

— you’re barreling into his life when he least expects it, stealing all his attention until the nights spent studying are replaced with rolling around the sheets. he’s hopelessly romantic and you’re in it for the fun, but no one told you it would ruin your life.

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Down With The Ship | Finale by tatastaetae

If Eun-kyung was the sturdy land, Jungkook was the crashing sea.

I was totally ready to rave about the goofiness and fun antics of this crew but after that ending I just want to curl up and drown in my tears 😢

They held you close, but Jungkook...held you the tightest as the rest faded away.

Tatastaetae’s writing in this installment just takes my breath away. The ending hit me in the feels hard, straight up attacked me. And paired with the song, Roslyn (which I highly recommend listening to while reading this), I’m ruined 😭 The song in the fluffy parts makes it so melancholic and feel like it’s the highlight reel of the happiest moments in your life while you’re in the height of something tragic (which is totally what tatastaetae did! and I am devastated because of it! 😭).

The writing is so beautiful. This installment is so beautiful. Not only did I laugh so hard my cat gave me a death glare and left the room, but I bawled my eyes out (just to note, yeah, I’m still in shock over that ending). The fluff, the parallels, and the literature-esque lines make the angst so much heavier and it all coalesces into a wonderful masterpiece. 

I enjoyed every second of this adventure.

You had always loved the sea more than the land.

~*~

and that’s the Tea by tor-mon

It’s impact was a mere ripple in the dark waters.

Down With The Ship | FINALE

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Female!Reader

Summary: Captain Jeon Jungkook; a beautiful mess of blood and gold. His greatest treasure, may also be his greatest downfall.

Genre: Pirate!au

Warnings: Angst, some fluffy stuff, panic attacks, blood

Rating: T for Teens

A/N: Alexa, play Roslyn by Bon Iver and St. Vincent. aaaaaaand that’s a wrap! I’m honestly in love with this series and kind of want to make some spin offs, but I need to focus on like…my big series now XD 

Thanks for sticking around!

Word Count: 8k Words

Other: Masterlist

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stay with me | jjk

❝ maybe staying another night at your boyfriend’s isn’t such a bad idea ❞

[ PAIRING ] : jeon jungkook x reader

[ GENRE ] : established relationship au + smut and a smudge of fluff

[ WORD COUNT ] : 6k

[ WARNINGS ] : oral sex, some real good tongue technology on jungkook’s part, fingering, overstimulation, penetrative sex, creampie, LOTS AND LOTS of dirty talk, jk calls oc ‘baby’ and ‘pretty girl’ way too many times, oc worried that her bf is going to get tired of her, some mentions of anxiety, jk is the sweetest bf and even sweeter at sex, there is barely any plot and just a lot of sex im so sorry 

[ AUTHOR’S NOTE ] : i'm on my period and i got horny and then this happened

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“No.”

Jungkook shuffles behind you, the bed moaning. “You don’t even know what I’m going to ask.”

You shake your head, failing to suppress your smile as you slip on your thong. However, it does little to hide you from him. Glancing at the mirror, you see him shamelessly stare at your ass, licking his lips before he meets your gaze through the glass with a boyish grin.

You turn around to face him. “You’re going to ask me to stay.”

Jungkook hums, eyes dancing across your bare skin, darkening. Heat rushes to your cheeks as he admires you, confidence swelling in your chest and you take a moment to admire him. He sits at the edge of the bed, naked and yours, white, silk sheets pooled around his lower abdomen.

Your eyes trace over his rigid muscles, and your fingers itch to touch him. Even under the dim light, he is beautiful with his dishevelled hair and swollen lips. You finally meet his gaze and swear your knees almost give out. Heat pools in your stomach when you see the hunger in his gaze, breath hitching in your throat. Your thighs press together reflexively and it doesn’t go unnoticed by him.

“Wrong.” Jungkook pulls you at you until you're straddling him. He cranes his neck to press butterfly kisses along your jaw. “I was going to ask you to not leave.”

“Baby.” You thread your fingers in his hair, tugging at the strands. “That means the same thing.”

“Don't care,” he hums, pressing a firm kiss against your lips. “Don’t go.”

His plea tugs at the strings of your heart. It’s hard to say deny him. It’s especially hard to deny him with his dick hard, prodding against your thigh and his lips coercing you to stay cocooned under the sheets with him. However, the anxiety that builds in your chest is overwhelming and the thoughts that kept you up the night before still linger.

“Jungkook.”

“Unless you’re telling me you're staying, I don’t want to hear it.”

You giggle, leaning down for a sweet kiss. Minutes pass by before you pull away with a burn in your lungs and clouded mind. He chases after your lips, but you tilt your head for his lips to press against the corner of your lips, to his reluctance.

“Baby,” you start, “I need to go home and get new clothes. I’ve spent the entire weekend here and now I have nothing to wear.”

“I like you naked, anyway.” He grins as you slap his chest, failing to bite back your smile. “You can wear my clothes.”

“I have no underwear left.”

“I have a laundry machine.” He traces every curve of your spine, sending shivers down your back. “You’ll have clean clothes tomorrow.”

You brush the long strands of his hair from of his face. “I could grab some new clothes and come back tomorrow.”

“It’s going to be dark soon,” he reasons, unhooking your bra with two fingers and you cock a brow. “Leave in the morning — after breakfast. Dangerous people come out at night, y’know? I don’t want anything bad happening to you.”

“You would’ve won me over with that one if you didn’t unhook my bra,” you remark, pinning him with a look.

“Really? Wait, lemme redo that—!” You let out a heartfelt laugh, throwing your head back and he grins. “Seriously, don't go. I don’t want you walking outside late at night.”

“The sun’s only about to set, I can get home before it gets too dark.”

Jungkook’s brows pinch together, lips curling downwards. “You’re trying so hard to leave. Why?”

Your heart misses a beat and you pray he doesn’t notice the hesitation in your eyes as anxiety swells in your chest. Your worries flood your mind as a reminder as why you must leave.

“You're going to get sick of me if I don't give you some space.”

“I could never get sick of you,” he retorts, holding you closer with a shake of his head. “And I don't need space from you. Wanna keep you in my arms forever.”

Your gaze softens on him and his cheeks are coloured pink. “Kook.”

“I don’t want you to leave — not tonight.” He presses hot, open-mouthed kisses against the column of your throat. “Want you to stay with me.”

You indulge in the idea; one more night. You could stay one more night. You could. However, the fear in your chest does not allow for it. You’re scared — worried if he spends every waking moment with you he’ll soon get tired of you. Perhaps it’s a stupid thought considering you’ve been dating for over a year now, but the dread still lingers. No matter how much you reason with it, it haunts your thoughts — keeps you awake in the middle of the night even as he rests in your embrace.

He drags you from your reverie, pressing a kiss against the sweet spot under your ear and you let him have his way for now.

“Don’t go,” he says again in a whisper, pleading with his eyes. “Please. I want you to stay.”

Before you can answer he leans down to press his lips against yours. His lips meld with your own in a fervent kiss, his hand trailing down your body and tracing the curve of your ass, as he presses himself against your core. You roll your hips against him as the kiss becomes more sloppy and desperate with every press of him against you. Waves of pleasure shoot down to your core, your pussy clenching around nothing.

“Jungkook,” you moan.

His lips trail down the underside of your jaw, pressing a wet kiss against your pulse. A coil of desire begins to tighten at every nudge of his shaft against your nerves, nails digging into the skin on his back in response.

“Ngh — Jungkook, please,” you urge as presses his hips against yours, applying pressure to your bundle of nerves.

“Please, what, baby,” he hums, smirking against your skin. “Use your words.”

“Touch me. Please, ah,” you moan, throwing your head back against the pillow. “Need you to touch me.”

He throws your unhooked bra to the side. Bringing a hand to wrap around your breast, he squeezes it adoring how soft and pliant you are under his touch. You arch your back as his tongue flicks against your perked nipple.

“Are you sure?” He asks, his warm breath fanning across the pebbled bud on your breast. “Thought you had to go, hm?”

“Jungkook—!”

“I won’t stop until I’m satisfied,” he says, hoarse, searching your eyes for an answer. “I won’t let you go until you’re begging me to stop. Do you want that?” He rolls grinds his cock against your core, groaning. “Won't stop ’til I feel your hot, tight pussy milk me for every last drop. Ah, wanna feel you fall apart on my cock, see you all pretty and full of my cum, hear you beg for more and more until you break.”

You gasp at his vulgar words, the hot, white coil tightening in your stomach. You wish so badly for him to be inside of you when you clench around nothing. His lips wrap around your perked nipple, licking and biting you, eliciting the sweetest of moans from your lips as his tongue swirls around your bud.

Your thread your fingers through his hair, pulling at the strands at the nape of his neck how he likes it. He moans against you as you continue to experimentally roll your hips against him, desperate for some friction — for him.

“Do you want that, too, baby?” He asks, leaving a trail of kisses up the valley between your breasts. “Means you can’t go home though. You’ll miss your train if you let me do the things I want.”

“Are you sure you’re not going to get tired of seeing me every day?”

You try to laugh, but your voice comes out strained and full of worry. It doesn't sound like a joke as you hoped, voice shaking as you ask your question. Your heart thunders in your chest and you wonder if he can hear it.

Jungkook stills, his lips brushing against your collarbone. He pulls back to look at you, brows furrowed and eyes full of confusion.

“You think I’m getting tired of you?”

You look away from his piercing gaze and he doesn’t like it. Taking your face in his hands, he urges you to meet his eyes and you find yourself meeting his concerned gaze.

“Talk to me,” he says, softly.

You take a deep breath, eyes flickering to your hands resting against his chest. Mustering the courage to open up, you meet his gaze again as he patiently waits for your response, a thumb rubbing soothingly against the soft skin of your cheek.

“I—I’m scared that you're going to realize I’m not as great as you think I am,” you begin softly, voice shaking. “I’m worried if you spend too much time with me you'll get sick of me. I’m scared you’re going to get tired of me and leave me.” You pause, noticing the bewildered expression on his face. “I wanted to leave so I could give you space in case you wanted it. I didn’t — I don’t want to suffocate you.”

He’s silent for a long moment and you know it’s because he’s collecting his thoughts. However, a part of you still worries. You worry it's because he realizes he has grown tired of your presence. You worry he realizes that you have too much emotional baggage and doesn’t want to deal with it. You worry because you have a hard time accepting someone’s love.

“I haven’t done a good job at being your boyfriend,” he starts and your eyes widen, “if you’re thinking I’m going to get sick of you.”

“No,” you reply immediately, cupping his face. “It's not you. It’s my insecurities — my anxiety. You’re more than perfect. You say and do all the right things, Kook. I just… I’m scared one day you’re going to get tired of me — tired of constantly reassuring me, sick of having me around all the time and clinging to you.”

You’ve talked to Jungkook about it before. He knows about the thoughts that keep you up at night — the worries that gnaw at you until you’re in tears. He knows and he stays. He tries to help you in every way he possibly can. He holds you when you need it, whispers reassuring words, comforts you no matter when or where. He’s there for you in every possible way because he loves you.

But sometimes your anxiety gets the best of you — especially when it comes to him.

“Baby,” he starts and it’s hard to meet his eyes, “I will never get tired of you. I will never get sick of you.”

“You don’t know that—!”

He cuts you off, “But I do. I know because I can’t get enough of you. I don’t think I ever will. Every moment you’re not with me all I want is you. All I can ever think about is you. You drive me crazy and you don’t even know it. All I ever want is you beside me, in my arms, in my house with me. I always want you right beside me — right where you belong.” A pause. “You know I love you, right?”

“I love you, too.” Your response is almost immediate and he smiles, leaning to press a soft kiss against your lips.

“Do you know how much I love your laugh?” You’re silent. “Do you know how much I love making you smile; how much I love waking up beside you and falling asleep with you in my arms. How much I adore your victory dances when you win games and your snoring—!”

“Hey!” You complain, but there’s a smile curling on your lips to match his.

“I love you so much — every single part of you — I couldn’t possibly ever get sick you. I love you so much I don't ever want to let you go.”

Hesitantly, you look at him and let the sincerity of his words sink in. His eyes are full of adoration for you and your heart is enveloped by a sudden warmth only he can elicit in you. Lifting your hand between your bodies and extend your pink finger to him.

“Promise?”

He doesn't hesitate to wrap his small finger around yours before sealing the promise with a sweet kiss. “Promise.”

“Okay,” you say, gnawing on your bottom lip. “I wasn’t being too clingy this weekend? I wasn’t bothering you or being annoish—!”

“I’m going to stop you before you say more things I don’t like.” He smothers your face in his hands, eyes narrowed. “Remember, I wanted you here this weekend, too. And I want you to spend another night because I love you and I’m going to miss you when you’re gone.”

“Okay,” you murmur, shyly. “I’ll stay the night.”

“Good. I want my pretty girl beside me,” he chuckles under his breath, tucking a loose curl behind your ear. You notice his eyes grow softer, an emotion you cannot decipher hidden behind the awestruck in his eyes that leaves butterflies in its wake. “Move in with me.”

You blink. “What?”

“I—!" His eyes are wide as if he didn’t expect himself to say the word himself. His eyes flicker downwards before they meet yours again with purpose. “I want you to move in with me.” A deep breath. “My apartments too big for just one person and I miss you whenever you’re gone. You spend more time here than you do at your own place anyway. Move in with me.”

You search eyes and all you're met with is sincerity. “Are you sure?”

“Yea,” his smile is soft but it makes your heart swell. “Yea, I'm sure. I’m tired of waking up every morning and not having you beside me.”

“Moving in?” You ask, uncertainly.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you for a while, but I wasn’t sure if you were ready. And you don’t have to give me an answer tonight or tomorrow. I want you to think about it and if you’re not ready, that’s okay because I’ll wait for you. You’re worth the wait.”

“Kook—!"

“I already know I want to spend the rest of my life with you, ___.” Your eyes widen at the declaration and his cheeks are coloured pink despite the bright smile on his lips. “I know we’re not there yet, but I want you every single day for the rest of my life. So while I wait for you to be my wife, I want to move in with you.”

Jungkook momentarily stills before he realizes the soft pressure against his lips is your own, smiling into the kiss as he closes his eyes. He kisses you tenderly and sweet, but there is desperation behind them. You’ve kissed Jungkook thousands of times but he still makes your head dizzy as he slips his tongue between the seams of your lips. You’re not sure how long you stay like that, your fingers tangled in his hair and his own pulling you closer towards him.

He pulls back first, a string of saliva connecting you before he places another firm kiss against your lips. “Was that a yes?”

“Yea,” you breathe, grinning. “Yea, it was.”

He flips you onto the bed with practiced ease, your back hitting the mattress as he hovers over you. You giggle as he places butterfly kisses all over your neck and shoulder.

“I love you so much,” he breathes, face hidden in the crook of your neck. “My pretty, pretty girl.”

“Jungkook.”

“Yes.”

“I want to cum.”

He laughs, pulling away. “Shameless, too.”

He leaves a trail of kisses down your body until he’s a hair's breadth from your cunt. His fingers brush against your closed slit, arousal leaking through the flimsy material as he presses against your core. Your breathing becomes erratic when he presses a kiss against your clothed lips.

“Baby — fuck.” Your eyes roll back as he drags his tongue to your clit, the friction from the fabric on your nerves driving you crazy. “St-stop, agh, teasing.”

“You’re not in the position to make rules, baby,” he says, rubbing against your clothed clit. “I’m going to take my time with you — have you begging for me to taste your cunt. And when you do, I’ll use my tongue to lick every little drop of sweetness from your pussy. Make you come on my mouth over and over until you’re begging me to stop.”

You whine, “Please.”

He teases you, moving your underwear aside just enough to lick a long stripe from your pussy to your clit. Groaning, he meets your eyes as your underwear slides back in place.

“You taste so good, baby,” he purrs, pressing a kiss against your thigh. “And you're so fucking wet. Bet I could slide right into you.” His fingers are back on you, brushing against your clit but not enough to do anything. “You want me, baby?”

Your arch your back in response to his next ministration. “Yes.”

His touch is gone just like that and you whine, brows furrowed in frustration. He snaps the waistband of your thong against your skin with a smirk.

“Beg.”

“Jungkook—!”

You’re about to complain, but he cuts you off. “Beg or I’ll fuck myself using that pretty mouth and leave you dry. Tell me, baby, how bad do you want me?”

“Please, baby, I need you.” Your hooded eyes meet his heated gaze. “Need your fingers, mouth, cock — you. I need you so bad. Wanna feel you so bad, please.”

“Could be better,” he muses before he presses a kiss against your clothed core. “But I’m impatient.” He taps your hips. “Up.”

Helping you out of your underwear, he brings his face towards your core, blowing against your opening. His nose brushes against your thigh as he places another kiss against the soft skin, hooking your legs over his shoulder.

“You’re soaking and I’ve barely touched you.”

You hum, contentedly when his tongue brushes against your slit. “All for you.”

“My pretty girl,” he rasps, nose brushing against clit. “So wet and needy for me.”

Before you can complain again you feel his hot, wet tongue press harshly against your lips before he drags it up to your clit. He swirls the rosy muscle on your clit, teasingly until your moaning and breathless. Without warning, his lips envelop around your throbbing bud, sucking in full force you scream his name as your hips buck. Warm hands hold your waist down as he hums, tongue licking against your entrance again. For a moment he dips inside you, moaning at the taste of your sweetness before going back to suck at your clit the way you love it and you see stars behind your lids.

He repeats the motion over and over, swirling his warm tongue around your swollen bud and sucking it in a way that has you forgetting your own name. Against your slick lips, he whispers praises, before he slips two fingers into your warm cavern and curling his fingers inside you.

“O-oh, fuck—!” you gasp, fingers tangled in his hair. “Don — mmngh — don’t stop, ngh.”

“Gotchu,” he grins when he finds your sweet spot. “Does it feel good, baby?”

“S-so good.” Your nails scrape against his scalp and he emits a low groan. “So fucking good, fuck.”

His fingers continue their onslaught at a new pace, brushing roughly against the spot that leaves you breathless. His lips are back on your clit like a hot suction and you scream out from the overwhelming pleasure.

“So fucking tight,” he muses, pressing a kiss against your bud. “Your pretty cunt's taking my fingers so well, baby. You sound so pretty while I fuck you with my fingers, but you sound prettier when you cum, you know that?”

Your head is spinning from euphoria, ecstasy and the lack of oxygen, but it doesn't matter — not when he's bringing you closer and closer to your release.

“Mngh — J-Jungkook!” He sets a new violent pace that leaves you overwhelmed as he hits your sweet spot. His name falling out your lips like a broken record while he licks at your juices, groaning against your cunt when you fist his hair and pull him closer to you. An electrifying coil in your lower abdomen tightens, building further when his ministrations bring you closer and closer to your peak. You clench around his fingers, bucking your hips further into his hand, whimpering as you say, “God, yes — ngh, fuck. I’m so close.”

“Cum for me.”

Euphoric pleasure slowly, yet surely floods through your body, his lips enveloped around your sensitive bud as he curls his fingers against your soft spot. With one last flick of his tongue, you fall off the euphoric cliff as he laps at your juices. He presses harsh, but sure circles against your clit with his thumb as you ride out your orgasm. Your hip spams, thighs trembling as he coaxes you through an indescribable, mind-blowing release that leaves your vision white.

His lips don’t leave your nether regions, wincing at the oversensitivity. You tug at his strands of hair but he shakes his head.

“Not done with you yet,” he whispers, licking the fruits of his efforts once his fingers slip out of your dripping cunt. “Wanna have you crying my name. Wanna show you how much I love you. Will you let me?”

You lift your head from the pillow, leaning on your elbows as you sit up. He holds your stare, smirking before he flattens his tongue and drags it up your slit to your sensitive bud and you shudder. His grip on your thighs tightens to keep you in place before he lowers his head between your thighs, the hot suction back on your clit.

“Agh, Kookie.” You throw your head back, chest heaving. “I’m too—” Gasp. “—sensitive.”

“You can take it.” A kiss against your nether lips. “Wanna show you how much I want you — how much I love the taste of you. I’m not letting you go until you’re begging me to stop. You up for that? Want me to remind you how good I can make you feel?” He dips his tongue back in you and you hiss. “Can you be my pretty, little slut, baby, hm? You wanna make me happy, don’t you?”

“Y-yea.”

You feel him smile against your thigh. “Who does this pretty pussy belong to?”

“You.”

“That’s right.” A rewarding stroke his tongue. “This pussy belongs to me. You’re mine. This pussy is mine. Will you let me play with this pretty cunt, baby?”

He watches you with hunger in his eyes and the desire to have him use you as he pleases to seek his own pleasure overcomes you.

He brushes his tongue against your swollen nub, and you gasp, “Yes.”

“Pretty girl,” he hums and you’re immediately wrapped around his finger. “Do you want to be my perfect little slut?” You nod, meeting his heated gaze, a wolfish grin curling on his lips. “You're too good to me, you know that, baby?” He teases his tongue around your entrance, eliciting a whine from you. “My pretty girl.” Lips wrap around your clit and you scream, body falling limp against his sheets. “My perfect, little slut.”

And with that his tongue is on you, violently bringing you to another release. You are oxygen and he is a man deprived, burying himself deeper in your cunt. A growl emits from the back of his throat as you thread your fingers through his hair, your winces from oversensitivity shifting to moans of pleasure. He finds home between your thighs, reluctant to leave as he licks at every drop of sweetness you grant him. Jungkook brings you to release over and over until your tears stream down your face and you find it hard to take the pressure of his tongue against your overly-sensitive nerves.

With one last wave of pleasure washing over you, he pulls away. His cheeks are coated with a warm fuchsia, lips parted as he looks at your cunt with a predatory gaze. From his nose to his chin, he is covered in a sheen of your juices, eyes blown out as they meet your own.

He adores your fucked out expression, your chest heaving while you catch your breath. His tongue swipes at the remnants of your release on his swollen lips, the back of his hand wiping the excess off his chin before he leans down to catch you in a short kiss. When he pulls away, his eyes search yours for any sign that you want to stop, but he finds nothing.

“You did so well, baby,” he whispers against your lips. “How are you feeling?”

“You told me you would make me pretty and full of your cum.” His gaze hardens on you, dark eyes trained on your own. “‘M not full of your cum yet. Can you fix that?”

“Such a greedy slut.” A smile grows on his lips as he leans down to your neck, nipping at the skin. “I made you come on my mouth so many times, but you still want more. Greedy, needy slut.”

“For you.” You wrap your legs around his waist as you grind yourself against his dick. “Only for you.”

He groans, hips rolling in rhythm with yours. “You like being my slut?”

“I like being yours.”

He stills for all of a second before he breaks out into a grin, laughing as he presses a kiss against your lips. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

You wrap your arms around his neck and pulls his lips back on yours. As he leans towards you, his shaft presses against your folds. You’re barely able to focus on the kissing as you lose yourself in the overwhelming sensation as he grinds against you, coating his length with your juices.

A knot forms in your lower abdomen like a hot, tight coil wanting to snap. You can already feel yourself get needy at the feeling of his length against your folds, but before you can act upon it—!

“Tsk.” Jungkook clicks his tongue against his teeth as he catches you trying to slip his cock past your folds. “You want my cock?”

“Mhm,” you hum in a daze, eyes lazily meeting his. “Want you inside me.”

“It’s not going to be that easy, baby.” You furrow your eyes at that, mouth opening in protest. “Beg for it. Tell me how badly you want to be fucked by my cock.”

You frown. “That’s not happening—!”

There’s a teasing pressure against your pussy that makes you gasp, eyes rolling back as your mouth hangs open. A soft whimper escapes from you as he adjusts his cock to rub against you, mixing his pre-cum with your juices.

“What was that?” He asks, smirking and you glare at him through your lashes. “Don’t make this harder than it has to be. I can give you everything you want if you just—” he leans down until his lips brush against your ear, his finger grazing over your sensitive clit and you hiss, pushing your hips against his hands for more, “—beg.”

Again, you ignore his request but more so because he aligns his cock to prod against your cunt and you cannot focus on anything but your need to have him buried in you. You can feel the sudden weight in the pit of your stomach as you lick your lips.

“So hungry for my cock,” he grunts. “You want something to fill you up so good you forget your name, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you cry at the lack of attention on your sex. “Please.”

“Please what?” He asks, lips curling because he knows he has you exactly where he wants. “Words.”

“Please fuck me,” you give in, frustrated as your walls clench around nothing. You’re hungry for more — body craving more of what he’s willing to offer; of the undeniable pleasure he would provide if you just gave in. “God, I want your cock — need it. Need you to fill me up, need you to fuck me — nngh!” You moan, body going rigid against his as his head rubs against your swollen bud, fingers tweaking at your perked nipples. “Want you so bad, baby. Wanna be your perfect, little slut so bad. Have me however you want, I don’t care — do whatever you want to me. I don’t fucking care.” You grind yourself against him, chest heaving as the desire for him to fill you up becomes desperate. “Just fuck me, baby, please.”

“That’s my girl.” He rewards you with a kiss. “I’ll fuck you, baby. I’ll fill you up with my cock. Gonna bury my cock deep inside your slick cunt. Gonna stretch out your walls so good no other cock will be good enough for you — no other cock could ever fill you up like mine. No one will fuck you better than me.”

“That’s right, baby,” you urge. “Make me yours.”

Painfully, slow he slips his cock into your warm cunt, groaning. He’s big, in both length and grith, causing a slight burn accompanied by an abundance of pleasure. Moans fill the room as he fills you up to the brim, inch by inch until he no longer can. Your hot, slick walls clench around him and he groans, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck.

“Stop that,” he growls, brows furrowed in concentration. “You’re so fucking tight, ah. If keep you do that I’m going to fucking blow my load.”

“Do your worst, baby,” you say, eyes hazy. “I want you to ruin me.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice, unsheathing himself from your cunt until the tip is nestled an inch within your entrance and then slams himself back into you. A lewd moan erupts from both of you as the stars decorate your vision. You arch your back, pressing your chest against his, eyes rolling back every time he sinks back into you. With each thrust and roll of your hips, he rubs himself against the spot that leaves ecstasy rushing through your veins.

“You’re so, agh, hot like this.” You can feel the pressure build in your stomach, the coil tightening with every brush of him against your sweet spot. “So hungry for my cock.”

“Feel so good in me,” you moan, watching as his dick slips in and out of your cunt. “Fill me up, ah, so good. Fuck, take what’s yours, baby.”

He visibly shudders at that before latching his lips on your perked nipple. His tongue laps around the perked bud on your breast, spare hand coming to knead the other before he swaps breasts.

You groan, dragging your nails down his back, sure to leave a mark. “Oh, fuck.”

Your eyes roll back as the head of his cock brushes roughly against the spot that has you seeing stars. He has your toes curling, his name coming out like a mantra as he ravishes your body, moaning into your neck. A knot of pleasure tightens, burning like a hot coil and he knows with the way you pulse around his dick that you’re so, very close.

You can taste the bits of your orgasm on the tip of your tongue, but it’s still not enough. You need so much more and he hears it in your pleas.

“Puh—please,” you breathe as you feel him press his lips against your pulse. “Hard—oh, my God.” You barely get the words out of your mouth before he’s ploughing into you with a force that knocks the air out of your lungs. “Ngh, like that, fuck. S-so good, baby. Feels so good.”

“Yeah,” he groans, biting your neck. “So good to me, fuck. Such a good fucking girl.” At that, you squeeze around him and he lets out another lewd moan. “You gonna cum?”

All you manage is a nod and a sharp breath of air. His hand slithers down your body to find your clit and he presses against it harshly, eliciting a hiss from you. It’s oversensitive from the multiple times he made you cum on his tongue, but he doesn’t care because he knows you love it. He’s quick to rub circles around the bud and smirks to himself at your vocal response.

“Don’t — ah — stop.” You feel the coil burn more, pleasure building in your body like rapid fire. So fucking close to your next release, even as the sensitive bud stings. “Gonna — ah — gonna cum.”

His lips are eager for yours, pressing against them in a searing, hot kiss as he tries to coax the orgasm from you with his sinful lips. You can taste yourself on him and hum. His release threatens to unravel before him, but he fights against it so he can feel you wrap around his cock when you cum. He lifts himself off you to admire the blissful look on your face as you slowly become undone before him.

“Pretty girl — ngh,” he whispers, hot breath fanning over your cheeks and you whimper. “All mine. Come — ah — for me, hm? Come all over my cock, baby.”

Sweat drips down both your bodies, your walls clenching around him as he fucks you hard. Every thrust leaves his head nudging against your sweet spot, clouding your vision white. A fire builds within you again, leaving you to gasp for air between every moan.

“Kook, I — ah, I can’t come—” Moan. “I can’t come again.”

Softly rubbing against your clit, he presses a chaste kiss on your lips. “You can take it. You’ve been such a good slut for me, tonight, baby. You can do it. Come around my cock for me.”

And with his words and one last thrust, the burning coil snaps, pleasure rushing through your body in euphoric waves. Your veins flood with ecstasy and he soon follows, his seed coating your walls. Overwhelming pleasure unravels within you both like a wildfire, spreading across your bodies as he continues his pace to ride out your highs. His lips find yours once again, pressing a lazy kiss against yours as you both ride out the last remnants of your orgasms.

Once he’s caught his breath, he slowly slips out of you, lifting himself to admire the way his seed spills out of your pretty cunt. You feel his cum spill out your cunt, down your thighs and onto the sheets beneath you.

“Such a pretty cunt,” he says aloud and your lips curl into a tired smile. “So dirty and full of my cum.”

He leaves the bed, heading towards the washroom to grab a warm cloth and you lay there, tired. Exhaustion seeps itself into your bones, lids heavy as they flutter shut. You don’t hear Jungkook return, but rather feel him when a warm cloth brushes against your swollen pussy, cleaning you up. He’s swift to clean you up the best he could before attending to himself and putting the rag away. Maneuvering over you, he brings the blanket over your bodies, nudging you to lay beside him.

“You were so good, baby,” he whispers as he pulls you closer towards him. “Always so good for me.”

“Mhm.”

He chuckles. “Are you tired?”

“Yea.” You nuzzle against his chest finding comfort in listening to his heartbeat. “I honestly could’ve knocked out after that first orgasm.”

He laughs, pressing a sweet kiss against your forehead. “Sleep. We have a long day tomorrow.”

“We do?” You furrow your brows. “Why? What’s tomorrow?”

“I’m gonna help you pack your boxes so you can move in by the end of the week.” You laugh along with him, throwing a leg over his own as you get comfortable. “Are you sure? You really ready to move in?”

Unable to hide your smile, you press a chaste kiss to his chest. “Yea, I’m sure.”

"You’ll be stuck with me for a long time,” he hums, exhaustion washing over him. “I won’t be letting you go for a while.”

"You better not.” Your smile quickly turns to a frown when you finally notice. “Jungkook?”

“Yea.”

“I'm hungry.”

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[kookieswan]

Sweet Blood - III

PolyDemon!TaeKook x OccultStudent!Reader (f)

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings/tags: Suggestive content (some dirty talk (?)) Mentions of Blood (reader gets a small cut), Blood Consumption. Questionable actions overall tbh. Some subtle fluff. Teensy bit of angst.

Summary: With a tongue like that, you wonder what exactly it can do…

Notes: He’s here~~~~~ Get ready teehee.

Masterlist found here!

Tags: @parkdatjimin @jookiemonie

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As much as it would probably help to ask you professors about it, you decided not to almost immediately after leaving the house. You didn’t want to make a fool of yourself in front of any of them and explaining that you summoned a demon by accident. Walking into your apartment building as the sun falls over the horizon completely, you let out a long sigh as the elevator door dings. It had been a long day, thinking about the fact that you currently have a demon infestation only made it worse. You still can’t believe it’s even happening…

The elevator moves upward and dings before long, leading you to move hastily out of the front door of your apartment. Grabbing at your purse, you dig through it to try and find your keys, but they seem to be buried. Praying that the demon is actually home already, you go to knock on the door before it flings open wisely, revealing none other than demon in question. He looks rather good… but you’d never say that to his face. The fact that you’re even attracted to a demon is questionable enough from a normal standpoint.

“Hello sweetheart. I hope you had a good day because it’s only going to get better from here. I have a surprise for you~.” The demon is standing in the doorway now, large body taking up the space as he gazes down at you with his blacked-out eyes. He looks even more… demonic than usual. To add on to the horns and dark eyes, there’s markings all over his body now, not just his usually tattoos… almost as if ink is running through his veins. Scoffing a bit, you place your hand on his yummy stomach to push him out of the way.

“I hope you realize how creepy you are. I’d ask how you knew I was about to knock but I don’t even want to know.” Pushing past him into the apartment, you pause almost as soon as you step in. The lights are all dimed, mostly because the only light that actually shines through are red candles that sit on opposing corners of a symbol to summon… something… in the middle of your living room. Nope. This is not fucking happening right now. You’ve had a long day of stressing out about what you’re going to do, and this unquestionably isn’t going to help. Placing your head into your hands, you rub at your eyes tiredly before looking to the celling.

“What the fuck? Are you having some weird demonic cult meeting in my house because that’s not going to fly man. One spooky man lingering around the area is enough for me.” Wandering further in, you drop your backpack onto the lovely pink couch, staring at disbelief as you spot the kitchen, footsteps pattering behind you as he follows. Demon man made brownies, so fresh that they’re still steaming. Probably to butter you up for whatever the fuck he wants. Something tells you that he won’t leave you alone about this until it happens, so…

“Here, I’ll crack a deal with you since my soul is off the table. Tell me your name and I’ll do whatever you want with this ritual… Oh and grab me a brownie.” If you can get his name, maybe you can do some research on him. There’s got to be something in the billions of books in the library about him. Here’s to hoping that whatever the hell else you’re about to welcome into your home is nicer and not as sinister. Gliding over to the kitchen, he grabs one of the sweets and glides back to your spot, plopping the brownie in your hand. You wait expectantly for him to explain while he stares at you, arms crossed with a salacious leer on his face as you nibble at the brownie.

“It’s Jungkook. And yours is _____. Good talk. Now, come here sweetheart.” You step closer to where he’s standing in the middle of your living room, looking all too cocky about everything that’s going on. You’re not surprised that he knows your name though, he’s a demon after all. He has his ways. Grabbing your hand, he sits you both down around the summoning circle, flames flickering as the breeze picks up outside and drifts into the house. Miserably, you sit the brownie down on your thigh, sad to let it go so soon.

“So, what do I have to do, Jungkook? I don’t have to sacrifice a goat or anything do I because that’s a no from me dawg.” He plays with your hand a bit, looking at each individual finger before he sits it against his thigh… his warm, meaty thigh. Before you even have time to react, he places the nail of his pointer finger against your hand and holds it there, the sharp tip already pressing into the delicate skin. You startle, ready to rip your had away, before he speaks up quietly. He looks serious, long hair hanging in his eyes as the flames dance across them smoothly.

“Calm down. I’m not going to actually hurt you… too badly; I Just need human blood to make the ritual work properly. Using demonic blood won’t work properly.” Nodding leisurely, you try not to gasp as his nail slips into your skin shallowly. He holds it out over the bowl in the middle of the circle, allowing for a decent amount to drip into it before drawing back. The worst, or you suppose best, part about it is that he brings your hand to his mouth, licking at the blood in one fell swoop. The confirmation you needed is finally there, Jungkook’s tongue stretched far beyond normal as your blood mingles with his saliva. You gawk at him in disbelief, ready to start yelling about what a little perv he is before you realize that your hand isn’t bleeding anymore. The cut is completely closed, not even a scar left in its wake.

“Don’t be so stunned. Believe it or not, my spit does indeed have some healing properties if I want it to... I wouldn’t want my little human to be in any peril for too long. On top of that, you taste amazing, Sweet Blood.” Jungkook licks at his lips, long tongue flowing across the lip ring that’s pierced through his lip before slipping back into his mouth just as quickly. You continue to stare, holding your hand close to yourself before scooting over a little, trying not to let the alarm show on your face. He always manages to out-creep himself. Every. Damn. Time. The fact that he’s grinning at you with blood on the corners of his lips isn’t helping at all.

“O-kayyy then. Let’s get on with this before you actually try to eat me whole, please.” His grin turns into a sly smirk quickly, sharp teeth glinting in the light. The demon leans in closer, hot breath whisking across you face. You try your hardest to not pay attention to how good he smells; having thought initially he’d smell like burning bodies or rotting flesh. You’re kind of mad that he doesn’t, if he gets any more attractive, well…

“Oh, I’ll eat you if you want me to sweetheart. Your heart, your soul, your pussy. You name it, I’ll do it.  Now, remember the chant you used to summon me? Do the same exact thing again. Everything will come into place then, and we can have some fun.” Mouth hanging wide open, you feel heat come to you face at his remarks because what in the ever-living hell is he talking about. Choosing to ignore it, like you have with most of the shit that comes out of his mouth, you start to chant out the Latin.

Just like it did with Jungkook, the wind picks up a bit, the flames of the candles starting to burn brighter. You keep your eyes wide open this time, wanting to see firsthand what exactly happens as whatever you’re summing pops in. The lights flicker out, smoking filling the air with a poof. You can’t help but cough a bit, waving your hand in front of your face to try and see what’s, or who is, standing above you.

It’s a man. Another demon most likely, although his appearance makes him seem almost soft in a way. He looks just as demonic as Jungkook but… different overall, a different aura. While Jungkook is shrouded in darkness, this man is covered in white. White horns, white eyes, pale hands while Jungkook’s are blackened. He stands tall above you, gaze trained downward, head tilted curiously as he takes in your sitting from. He cracks a few fingers decorated in long nails, head tilting back and forth before speaking up, rich voice nearly making you shiver as he lays all is attention on you.

“I smell brownies and… Ah, is that pure virgin blood? I think it’s time for a meal, hmm Jungkookie?”

[tvehyungs-gf]

BTS Reaction to you bringing up marriage on Valentines day

Scenario: Marriage was always something you wanted to happen eventually down the line. Being with him for 3 years and this being your 3rd Valentines day together, you realized that the two of you never really talked about marriage before. Was it something he would like to share with you? Were you the one for marriage? Finally having enough of it, you thought it would be best to ask him - on Valentines day.

JIN

“Marriage?” Seokjin pondered for a second before a smile broke out on his features. “Of course baby.” He took your hands in his, “You’re the only one I ever thought of marrying.”

You grinned widely as your concern washed away. “I’m so happy.”

“Of course, you should be!” Jin chuckled, “I’m Kim Seokjin, baby!” You rolled your eyes. “I’m kidding baby. In all seriousness though, I really love you. I can’t wait for the day we truly tie our future together.”

SUGA

“Huh?” Yoongi raised his brow in concern and it made you nervous. “Did you think that I wouldn’t want to marry you?” He laughed before pulling you closer to his body. “I know we haven’t really talked about marriage or anything like that but I want you to know that I have thought about it.” You smiled at his confession as he placed a peck on your cheek. “Maybe not right now, but definitely after this tour. Just wait on it baby.”

J-HOPE

Hoseok broke out in a sweat. “M-Marriage?” He scratched the back of his head nervously as you bit down on your lip. Maybe he never did think of marrying you.. With a sigh, you looked down at your lap.

“H-How did you know I was going... going to...” Quickly, you looked up. Hobi’s cheek was turning red as his hand slid into his jacket pocket. “Did Namjoon tell you?” He sighed and pulled out the velvet box. “He really can’t keep his damn mouth shut.”

You gasped, “N-No! He didn’t tell me anything! I was genuinely asking you if you thought about it because we haven’t exactly walked about it before and we’ve been together for a while now...”

Hobi facepalmed himself before laughing. “Well, now that I kind of just spoiled it myself... Can we pretend this didn’t happen so I can actually ask you the way I planned it?”

You giggled with a nod. “Pretend what didn’t happen?”

RM

“I have thought about it.” Namjoon confessed as he looked down at his lap. “A lot actually. And I know we haven’t talked about it to each other but I was afraid you weren’t ready to talk or even think about it yet.” 

You bit down on your lip, “I thought about last Valentines day if I’m being honest.”

“Really?” Namjoon blushed looking at you. “Then should we hurry and plan our wedding? Monie can be the ring barrier?” 

You giggled. “I love you so much Joonie.”

JIMIN

"Of course I have!” Jimin interlocked your hands together with his. “I even talked about it with the boys and my manager already. I just want everything to be perfect.” Jimin grinned and that alone made you fall for him even more.

“Really?”

Jimin nodded, “Yes! We’ve been together for a while and we’ve known each other even longer. Y/N, you deserve everything perfect in the world and because of that, I want our special day to be out of this world. I wish for everything to go well and that means that the timing needs to be right.”

You agreed.

“Hopefully, after this tour ends, the timing will be right, yeah?”

V

“Of course I thought about it!” Taehyung chuckled loudly. “What kind of boyfriend would I be if I haven’t thought about it?”

You rolled your eyes with a giggle. “I’m glad that you thought about it too.”

“You’re my someone that I can’t live without, Y/N.” Taehyung pulled you into a hug as he rested his chin on top on your head. His arms wrapping them around your frame. “And marriage will definitely come for us soon, maybe not right now, but it’ll come sooner than you think.”

JUNGKOOK

“I actually thought about this before I even asked you to be my girlfriend.” Jungkook bit his lip at his confession as you raised your brow.

“W-What? Seriously?” 

Jungkook nodded, “Yes. I thought about it that early because with the position I’m in... and seeing others going public, it’s so hard. Especially if they end up breaking up a year or two later. And with how the netizens react to all of that, I don’t want to have to go through that and I don’t want you to go through that either.”

You nodded, completely understanding with everything he said.

“And so I thought, if the person I will eventually go public with, I want them to be the person I go public with marriage with as well. And Y/N, I think you’re the one for me. The one for everything.”

AN: This was requested through DM’s! I’m sorry it’s a day late, I was hanging out with friends on Valentines day so I didn’t get the chance to write this. Anyway, I hope you like it! ♥ | bts writings masterlist

[taeguboi]

"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

Fiction Masterlist

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.

[dimpled-gukkie]

Fell for you

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader 

Genre: fluff/crack/ college au

Warning: like two curse words 

Word Count: 1k

Summary: You hated every skateboarder on campus. Well all except one. 

The wind blew through Jungkook’s long hair as he went to his last class for the day and he smiled in glee, enjoying the breeze that made the hot summer day more tolerable. He threw his head back to commemorate his happiness, he wondered if this is how Aladdin felt on the magic carpet, and that was the worst decision he’s ever made. As soon as he looked away, someone darted out onto the sidewalk, or at least that’s his version, and suddenly he was sprawled across the scalding pavement, the sun blinding him as he struggled to sit up. 

“What the hell?” Someone next to him grumbled and when he tried to lift his arm to shield his eyes from the brightness he realized it was trapped beneath something heavy. “Do any of you ever look where you’re going?” The mysterious voice asked and Jungkook had to squint to make out the owner of the voice. Raising his head, he loomed over them as they still remained on top of his arm almost using it like a pillow. He smiled crookedly despite his head pounding. He might need to go to the medical center to check for a concussion. 

“Sorry.” Jungkook says breathlessly, forgetting why the two of you are in this predicament in the first place. 

“Are you okay?” 

You furrow your brows at the boy who looms over you, roses blooming on your cheeks from the position. If your skin wasn’t melting into the pavement maybe this would end differently. Instead you sit forward which pushes him to lean back on his heels, grabbing his chin to check his head for injuries. He continues to stare at you dazedly and although he was the one who crashed into you, you can’t help but a feel a little bad for him. You wonder if he has a concussion. “You should probably go to the doctor. I think you hit your head when you crashed into me.” 

The mysterious boy grips the back of his neck in nervousness and laughs awkwardly, making your heart stutter. You’ve always liked the bashful boys. “Yeah-I- I wasn’t looking where I was going.” He says sheepishly, voice lilting a little higher. 

“Yeah I figured.” You laugh which makes his cheeks redden. He sweeps his hair back with the hand that was previously wrapped around the back of his neck. “Do uh- do you know where my skateboard went?” He asks suddenly and your eyes widen. 

“Oh! I think it’s over there?” You point towards a cluster of bushes nearby, something yellow catching your attention. You wearily watch the boy stand up, following after him as he makes his way towards where his board is. He groans when he looks into the cluster to find it wedged amongst the roots and thorns. 

“I hate my life.” He grumbles. Crouching down, he reaches into the bushes, hissing as the thorns scrape his skin. 

“Be careful.” You say, unsure of what else to do. He grunts in response as he begins to pull the skateboard out, his hand coming out with a few red trickles. 

“I have to get to class.” He says suddenly when his phone vibrates. You assume it must be an alarm so he’s not late. 

“No!” You exclaim as he tries to get back onto the board. 

“You should get your head checked out first. Your professor will understand.” You say, hand curling around his bicep to keep him from skating away. You fight the blush when you realize that it’s firm. 

“But-“ The boy starts and you cut him off. 

“I’ll walk you there. Come on.” Ushering him off the skateboard you pick it up and place it under your arm, dragging the boy whose name you still don’t know in the direction of the medical center. You’re not sure whether you take him because you want to make sure he goes or because you want to spend more time with him. 

The boy, whose name you learned was Jungkook when he gave his name to the receptionist, has disappeared into the back to get his check up. Anxiously you tap your foot against the floor, hoping that all he’ll have is a small bump. You’d hate to be the reason someone got a concussion, even if they did make you bruise your tailbone. To distract yourself you call your best friend Taehyung. “Sup?” He asks when he answers on the very last ring. 

“So I got ran over by a skateboard today.” Before you can say any more words Taehyung bursts into laughter, amused by your misfortune. 

“Bro you didn’t.” He cackles. 

“Bro I did. But he’s hot so it’s okay.” 

“Did you thank him for running you over? Are you stan twitter now?” Taehyung says and you scoff. 

“You suck.” You pout. 

“Yeah, yeah. You okay though?” He asks, suddenly concerned. 

“I’m fine. I think I bruised my ass but no biggie.” You shrug. 

“That’s because you have no padding. Jimin would probably be fine.” 

“Excuse me, this baby has got plenty of back.” You huff, completely unaware of an approaching Jungkook. His high pitched laughter catches your attention and you feel your soul leave your body as he’s doubled over in laughter behind you, ice bag pressed to his forehead. When his head finally surfaces you shrink in on yourself, face stricken in horror. 

“That-that…” 

“Who’s that screeching in the background?” Taehyung asks and you cough awkwardly. 

“Nothing, got to go! Bye!”

“So who has back?” Jungkook teases and you glare at him. 

“No one. Are you good to go?” You ask, standing up. 

“You give me a concussion and then you yell at me to go.” 

“You have a concussion?” You yell, scurrying over to inspect his face like you can see inside his brain. Jungkook nods quietly and your eyes flicker to his own to find them round in shock. You release his face from your hands. 

“I’m sorry.” You say softly, placing your hands behind your back guiltily. 

“It’s alright, I’m glad if I had to fall for anyone I fell for you.” 

“That was cheesy.” You scrunch your nose at his words in distaste. 

“Almost as cheesy as the domino’s pizza down the street.” He smiles and you notice that his whole face crinkles when he grins widely. You find it becoming your new favorite thing. 

“Are you asking me on a date?” You smile, suddenly the confident one as he shrinks back a little. 

“If you want to.” 

“Come on skater boy.” You giggle, wrapping your hand around his own. 

“I’m glad you didn’t say 'see you later boy.’” 

“Skateboarders are the worst!” You groan as he cackles loudly behind you, holding onto your hand a little tighter. 

A/n: Inspired by the fact that I nearly get ran over by a skateboarder every day

[choncita]

I did this based on that tweet uwu ksndksj with taehyung's hair of dna era 🥺 and jungkook with his long hair jakdjs

[thatbangtanbloom]

crush | jjk

Jeon JUNGKOOK | teenager 

fluff | jungkook x you  

        Best Friends!AU

&&-Drabble

     - “I don't care if we are even a thousand miles apart, you know that I'm here for you and that nothing could ever change that.”

 To her , nothing made sense. It irked her to no end how nothing seemed to go her way. She did her best to do it all on her own, to take on trials she knew would have tribulations, she pushed herself to limits and tried to give and give, but it filled her to her breaking point. How could she go on? How much more could she do before it was too much? School work had been piling up in a way that could make even the worst procrastinator start the tasks at hand. Her life was going full speed ahead - graduation - rapidly approaching, job opportunities being thrown left and right, questions of when (or even if) Mr. Right was going to appear any day now. After all, it wasn't like she was getting any younger. Breaking her from her thoughts, she heard the rustling from the side of the tree house she grew up in. Her features softened, knowing in an instant that only a certain person would dare to reach her. "Are you okay, brat?" He asks in a joking tone, though he knows to emphasize his small chuckle that accompanies the end of his sentence. His brows scrunch together and an angelic smile falls over his features. She weakly smiles at him, making sure to tuck away her box of Kleenex in haste. She hated to let other people see her in any other light than collected. Especially not letting her kid and fellow partner in crime since childhood, Jeon Jungkook, to see her. He would never let her live it down. "Of course," She chirps with a weak laugh. Jungkook stares at her blankly before sitting beside on her on the creaky wooden floorboards. His eyes skim over the small escape that they often crowded with their six other friends. Fairy lights decorated the walls, accompanied by select polaroids of the eight of them together. "It's been a while since we've come here." "I'd say so," she says in a quiet tone - not focused on his own words. Jungkook glances at her and sighs. "Don't be so distant. It's troubling to me." He laughs, "I'm the one who feels awkward about sharing, not you. Don't forget that." He teasingly tells her before pinching her cheek. "I will do my best." She replies in a curt tone. This makes Jungkook frown and he puts down the black plastic bag he had been holding since he climbed up. Her favorite junk food along with his own sits comfortable in the small bag - waiting to be feasted upon in a way that would make dentists cry. "Yah.... Are you sad?" He asks, glancing over her shoulder to take a better look at her. "What? Of course I am." She says hurriedly. Jungkook knows better. "Aish," He frowns as he sighs loudly and embraces her into a tight hug. He can not help but smile at the small gasp that escapes her. Yet, what Jungkook finds all the more heart-pounding is how he feels butterflies sprout in his stomach as though they had manifested there all his life as caterpillars and finally found the opportunity to blossom. In her eyes, hugging Jungkook wasn't uncommon, but him initiating it was on the rare side. Unbeknownst to her, Jungkook found the slightest of touches (no matter the purity of them) to be awe-inspiring and he knew that he could not deny the pink of his cheeks if she were to witness it. Shit, did I really have to act this way? He scolds himself. He touches the small of her back before patting it. "Listen to me, okay?" She nods slowly. "I'm listening." "I'm here for you, okay? I always am." He leans back to cup her face. His hands are slightly calloused from lifting weights, but the pads of his fingers are soft. His eyes are warm and brown, like the color of the chocolate churned at Reese's and he makes sure to never look away from her. His features soften at the lost look in her eyes - the look of confusion, and he knows that he that he has to return it with a look of undering - as all good boy best friends would do. He biotes his lip. “I still remember when we first met, remember? I was starving for banana milk efven though I already had three jugs of it and you giggled an  still shard with me. You were wearing a prettty school uniform and you laughed because of how childish I was. You held my hand, nice and tight, “ he pauses to take her hand and beams. “just like this, and said, ‘Now, don’t worry bunny, I’ll take care of you,’ Remember that?” 

She giggles, covering her face, “iI was so forward back then.”

Jungkook’s facial features contnour into his przed bunny smile and his face  scrunches, ‘I think I liked that most about you. How blunt you were about me. I still enjoy you beating me in arm wrestling but nevertheless, you are getting me off track,”

“I didn’t even do anything!” She giggles with a smirk on her face. 

Jungkook laughs, “You don’t even have to do anything. You just sit there and stare at me, paboya, and it just makes me go wierd. Maybe it’s your face,” He teases as he pokes her side before pausing. “But really...  If I'm not here physically, I'm here." He points to her heart. "And you're here," He points to his own. "I don't care if we are even a thousand miles apart, you know that I'm here for you and that nothing could ever change that. Do you hear me?"

"I do," She answers in a soft tone, a little flushed at Jungkook's words. Jungkook smiles to himself, feeling triumphant that he could lift her mood in the slightest. Even more so, the sight of her cheeks makes him think that one day he could finally confess to her in the way that he always longed to. Jungkook had been a mere toddler when his mother first introduced her to him. She could still remember the first time you remarked of his bunny-esque looks at six and how he pouted incessantly and nearly cried until she offered him some banana milk from her lunch box. It was needless to say that it was love at first banana milk - but that was for another story. He pulls her away from her thoughts, "Good. Now let's go meet the others before they think you fell and broke every bone in your body, Y/N-ah, " He says before gathering his bag. She laughs faintly, leaning over to stand up too before pausing. "Hey! Jungkook!" She calls out as he begins to climb down the rickety staircase her father had made years before. "Yes?" He asks, two steps down the stairs and eager to get off of the weak death trap before it collapsed. She leans close to him before leaning over to kiss his cheek. "Thank you," Jungkook's cheeks flush a shade of pink only known to that of artists of the French classicism movement and nearly loses his balance before she grabs his hand tightly. "I... I.. I uh..." He stammers. 'Shit' is all Jungkook utters in his brain like a mantra in hopes that she won't notice the change of hue in his cheeks. "You okay there?" She giggles, tucking a loose strand behind her ear. "I'm here." He flushes, looking down. "Hey! Let's go." His voice is unsettled, and satoori laces his words to fruition as he finally makes it. Jungkook's satoori proved to be a rare occasion, like his displays of skinship, and to hear it makes her heart flutter a little too. But Jungkook doesn't need to know that. ‘This girl will be the death of me’, he thinks to himself with a smile as he watches her climb down the treehouse stairs. ‘But I want it anyway.’

[sor-vette]

A Great Steal {drabble}

"I did it two weeks after I met you."

• type: Jungkook x fem! reader • genre/about: stubborn idiots in love, fluff, slight crack • c/w: suggestive for a hot second but no more than that • w/c: 1.7k

• tagging/permanent tag: @pinkcherrybombs; @mayla548; @babycoffeefire; @moon-write; @introlxv (🥺)

• masterlist • sequel to: The Closing Shift (part 1) & Caught In Rain (part 2)

• what’s happening in Ukraine and how to help

1:27 ───ㅇ───── 3:14

"You are not getting a tattoo," he declares, one displeased eyebrow arched and tattoed muscles flexing as he braces himself against the table.

"I've made an appointment in a tattoo parlour, I'm sitting in front of a tattoo master," you gesture him over, "and I've made savings to pay for this escapade. Am I not?"

Jugnkook glares in turn. Both of you had come to a standstill. You wanted a tattoo and he didn't want to do it. A critical conflict of interests. Of course, it's not really about the drawing. He must know that if you truly wanted one, there are easier ways to get such a thing. Ways that didn't involve fighting off another five hundred of his clients, dig in your heels that no other master will do and then be forced to wait three whole weeks for an unassuming Wednesday afternoon when you finally were able to see him. There's another piercing in his eyebrow and even more drawings adorning now both of his arms.

There's an apparent, visible difference from the boy that stood in the corner, teary-eyed on his first day in the bakery. But underneath it all, it was the same Jungkook. You figured or would at least like to think that he treated you the same way as he did once and so nothing that he did or said seemed scary.

"Do you even have a design in mind?"

You unfold a slip of paper with a nettle sketched in the middle. It was simplistic and nary of anything special but again, tattoo in itself was not the point. The point was Jungkook.

"And where do you want it?"

"Sternum."

His head shoots up. You might have even heard his neck crack.

"I can't have visible markings at work," you explain but there's no stopping Jungkook's road flare of a blush colouring his face bright red.

"Sternum...as in...as in..." his eyes momentarily glance downwards and then bore straight into the ceiling. As though, he would be pronounced as a public enemy no.1 if he would bear witness to anything other than the slightly cracked plaster.

"Under tits, boobs, breasts, call 'em what you like," you shrug, feigning indifference.

Your palms are sweaty and your mind races a thousand leaps per second. But then you kindly remind yourself of the fact that Jungkook and your mother were still to this day engaging in bi-weekly phone calls. He had asked about you despite pretending that everything was over. Whatever it was, you were tired of continuously asking yourself "what if" whilst gazing at an ageing photo. You had to know for sure what he felt and taking your top off was the most straightforward way to do so. If a little crude.

He begins to shuffle from one foot to another, eyes pinned to the ceiling.

"Chest tattoos are painful," he swallows. "As a beginner, you won't handle it."

"Let me worry bout that."

He utters your name, softly, seriously but then stops at that and your heart crumbles. Either he was not taking the hint or there was no use for it.

"I guess I can re-schedule to a different master. Taehyung, was it?"

His jaw clamps shut and his eyes drain of all shyness, all at once.

"You're not going to him," he growls.

The last remnants of hope rear their bratty head.

"Well, you won't do it," theatrically, you sigh," so why can't I go to someone else?"

He's spitting flames at this point, tongue poking at the inside of his cheek.

"You wanted me, so you'll have me."

Boy was that a poor choice of words.

Even so, you snuggle deeper into the chair - happy. Jungkook regards this with a deeply suffering exhale.

"You're such a bossy little monster, you know that," he mutters, largely to himself, turning his focus to the equipment.

With long, slender fingers he prepares and perhaps double checks everything - every needle, every tissue. Inevitably though the work runs out and neither you nor he can delay the process any longer.

"So...um..." his knuckles are white as he grips the machine. Both of your hands are trembling however he still was waiting to call your bluff whereas you were were still too stubborn for your own good. Cheeks blaring, you tug the shirt over your head. The machine in Jungkook's hands breaks. He gives a thin, anxious laugh and then tumbles onto the floor - unconscious.

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A guy you now know as Taehyung smacks Jungkook's face while the front desk guy, Yoongi, as it turns out, lifts a bottle of smelling salts to his nose.

"He's dead," Yoongi announces grimly and in your panicked state, you cannot differentiate between a lame joke and actual truth. Five minutes had already passed after you screamed out and Jungkook was still lying motionless in his own chair.

After a slap hard enough to inflict a red spot, he finally stirs. Everyone drew a deep breath of relief.

"What did you even do to him?" Taehyung asks, shaking out his hand. "Got naked or something?"

"Sternum tattoo," Yoongi chimes in and Taehyung throws his head back in laughter.

"This guy," he pats Jungkook's drowsy head and with a cryptic smirk drags Yoongi along with his smelling salts away.

You lean against the chair while Jungkook slowly retrogresses back into reality. Once he recognizes you, his eyes close again. You jumped in fright, the memory of him not responding too fresh in mind to make fun of already but after hearing a pitiful whine, the fright eases.

"Was I a traitor in my last life?" he cries out, entirely miserable, palm resting on his forehead. "What did I do to deserve this humiliation?"

You ignore his plight with whatever higher power was there.

"Are you okay?"

"No, woman, I'm in agony!"

You run your fingers through his hair, in a gesture of comfort, quietly mourning the long locks he used to have.

Jungkook's eyes snap open and he tugs your hand gently away.

"Please, don't..." he begs, voice small and vulnerable. "You don't know what that does to me."

You pluck all your courage to strike the last chord.

"Do you like me?"

Immediately, he responds, seemingly on an instinct.

"Is it not obvious?"

"Then why...why..."

He straightens.

"Why didn't I do or say anything?" he counters. "Perhaps because you're scary? Perhaps because you never showed any trace of liking me back? Because you left without saying goodbye?"

You don't flinch at the light scorn in his voice, clearly, the topic had been ruminating for some time.

"I'm not scary," you mutter in poor defence and Jungkook laughs.

"Yes, you are. My knees were shaking the first time I saw you. Seriously! I thought you were going to bite my head off!"

"Hey!"

"And the glare! I only breathed and you were glowering like some sort of bird of prey!"

"Oh, shut up," you muttered and silence settles over the room.

"I didn't want to leave," you finally admit. "I've got plenty of job offers before I actually left because the best part of my days, my weeks were being with you. I only left because..." you pull in a deep shuddering breath. "Because I didn't dream that you would like me back. And if I didn't leave when I did, I'd orbit you forever."

Jungkook's eyes are wide, unexpectant.

"Do you think that if I actually wanted a tattoo I wouldn't just get one anywhere else? That I would not pester Yoongi for weeks to squeeze me in just to see you? That the day when we met, I went to the bakery to meet you, hoping you were there?"

He positively looks like a deer caught in the headlights. His expression frozen somewhere between a total surprise and a slight smile playing in the corners of his lips.

"But if you don't want to move past all that, I get it. It's not like I expect you to just wait around-"

Suddenly Jungkook barks a burst of loud laughter, inadvertently smacking his head against the back of the chair.

"Ow, ow, ow!" he whines while continuing laughing. You give him the Glare™.

"What is so funny?"

He loops his hand on the edge of his shirt and tugs it downward, revealing besides some very sturdy pecks, a neat, little tattoo inked across his heart.

It's your name.

Your mouth hangs open.

"I did it two weeks after I met you. The only guy that accepted my crying ass was Taehyung actually," he nursed his head with faint amusement.

"I really botched this one, did I," you ask him, still stunned and Jungkook gives you an endeared smile.

"A little bit but shut up about not expecting me to wait for you, cause I did," he sighs, partly sad, partly humorous, "I do. Why else do you think I call your mother twice a week?"

Suddenly emboldened he hooks his finger around your belt and tugs you closer.

"I don't know," you shrug, soft, "maybe you're into MILF's."

"No, just her daughter."

And he kisses you. At first, no more than a peck, a juvenile brush of quivering lips, as though you were an illusion that would shatter any moment soon.

You sink your fingers into his hair and melt into his stature.

"They're making out," faintly you hear Taehyung mutter in the distance, without doubt, peering through the door but you pay it no mind.

Jungkook dives for breath, arms crossing behind your waist.

"Tell me again," he mumbles against your lips, warm breath fanning your face.

"Which part?"

"All of it and say you'll never leave again."

"I'll never leave again," you rest your forehead against his.

"Again," he demands and you laugh.

"I'll never leave again."

Jungkook grunts appreciatively, nuzzling his nose in your neck. You're brought back to the moments when you were sitting, butts numb against the floor, moments spent talking and hiding away from the manager's ever-present eye in the camera.

"I never got that tattoo," you reckon absent-mindedly, scratching at his nape.

"We can still do it. I'll give you a special discount."

"Oh, will you?"

"Yeah, we have this great steal, date the master and get tattoos for free."

You giggle.

"Oh, and do you offer this discount to all of your clients?"

Jungkook presses you closer.

"Only to you."

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

© sor-vette, 2022

[breadoffoxy]

Ambrosia

Summary: Every day at work you’ve been receiving flowers by a secret admirer with the purpose of cheering you up. You just want to let them know how thankful you are. Little did the two of you know that both your feelings are reciprocated. 

Written for the BTS Ghosite Marathon. Prompt: Themes: Language of Flowers

Drabble: 28/30

Pairing: n. Reader x Jungkook

Genre: fluff, angst

Warnings: depression, coworkers to friends to lovers, hand holding, shy!Jungkook

Word Count: 1,212

A/N: Another big thank you for @yoongsgguktae​ for helping me with this idea as well. I appreciate you so much for letting me pick your brain, thanks friend! Also for the title, ambrosia = mutual love.

Your day yesterday was a mess, making you not look forward to work today. You huff into the office with your shoulders slouched while looking down at the floor wanting to be invisible. Maybe if no one notices you, you could get by slacking off a little.

Jungkook though had other plans.

“Hey!” He rolls his chair excitedly in front of your desk as you approach your work area. He bumps into the table, making a loud clang when the wheels hit the metal legs. He winces as people glare at the two of you in their pre-coffee state.

Clearing his throat, Jungkook nods to your desk. “Looks like someone has a secret admirer.”

“Psh, please, as if.”

“Then what are those flowers doing on your desk?” He grins as you perk up with curiosity.

“What flowers?”

Rolling his chair aside, Jugnkook lets you into your shared cubby space. Just like he said, there’s a small bundle of pink and white flowers on your desk sitting in a small glass jar filled with water.

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion as your heart beats wildly at the inclination behind the gift. “What are- who put those there?”

Jungkook shrugs, “They were here when I got here. I looked them up though for you, I was curious.”

Part of you is disappointed that they aren’t from Jungkook. You’ve been harboring a not so small crush on your co-worker turned friend ever since you became desk partners. “Then what are they, Mr. Flower Expert?”

“Azaleas. They mean ‘take care of yourself for me.’ Looks like someone wants you to feel better.” Jungkook watches as you sit in your chair and sniff at the flowers. “And are you?”

“Huh?” You straighten up, your mind still trying to process everything. A gentle smile graces your lips as your brain catches up. “Yeah, this helps. I never got flowers before like this.”

“Really?” Jungkook looks shocked. He shakes his head, about to say something else when he can see your boss walking in for the morning. “I’m glad they are helping.” He rolls back to his desk and that is that on the flowers.

Until tomorrow that is.

“Oh, the secret admirer strikes again!” Jungkook grins at you as you near your work space.

Your steps quicken excitedly to see a bundle of yellow tulips and daffodils mixed together. It was almost a shocking amount of yellow on your desk.

“Looks like your admirer thinks of you as sunshine.”

“As if I’m sunshine.” Yet your smile is beaming as you gently trace the fragile petals.

“I know things are hard, but there’s sunshine in your smile.” At your wide-eyed look and lips parted in surprise, Jungkook quickly adds, “that must be what your mystery flower gifter thinks.”

“I just wished they left a note or something. You didn’t see anyone this morning?”

“Nope, but I’ll keep a look out.”

For the rest of the week, more and more flowers keep arriving at your desk. It’s attracted attention around the office even. Apparently, no one knows who is leaving these flowers for you, and there’s wild speculation going around on who it could be.

When you get in one day, there’s hushed whispers and stolen glances as you walk past the many aisles of desks and computers. You stop in your tracks at the sight of the beautiful bouquet of gardenias at your desk.

“They mean secret love.”

You jump as Jungkook voice comes from behind you. He holds his hand out, offering you a cup of coffee from the break room as he sips his own tiredly.

“Thanks.” Taking a long sip of coffee with a satisfied sigh, you stare back at the flowers. “I wish it wasn’t secret though.”

“Maybe the person’s just shy?” Jungkook rubs the back of his neck, carefully gauging your reaction.

“I just don’t understand how no one knows who leaves these here. Someone has to see someone walking in with this.” You wave at the large bouquet, feeling an odd sense of frustration and happiness coming from you. All the flowers were so romantic, these especially, but it’s gone on long enough. It makes you upset you can’t thank whoever is gifting you these in person and your apartment is becoming quite full of flowers that it is getting ridiculous.

“They must come at the crack of dawn.” Jungkook guesses.

Then so will you.

It’s something awful though hiding under your desk at the crack of dawn. You should of brough a pillow or something, but at least you thought ahead and bought you a nice, large cup of coffee on the way. That, and a single pink rose that now lays on top of your desk.

After work the previous evening, you searched fervently through the internet, looking up flowers and their meanings. With just enough time to make it to the florist before closing, you decided on the pink rose. It means perfect happiness. You wanted the person to know how genuinely happy their generosity made you, that it made getting out of bed and coming to work a possible task that you looked forward to now instead of dread.

Your head nods forward and you almost fall asleep but jerk yourself awake. Shaking your coffee cup, you feel it is nearly empty. Well, that didn’t last long. Where are they?

As if summoned by your thoughts, you hear the sound of footsteps softly padding across the carpet accompanied by a beautiful tune being hummed. As soon as the feet stop in front of your desk though, the humming stops. Curiosity is burning away at you, but you wait, suddenly scared of revealing yourself.

“I’m glad your happy.” A familiar voice rings out.

You gasp, brining a hand up to your mouth in surprise and to muffle your sound, as you recognize Jungkook’s voice.

“I bought the flowers to make you happy and to express my feelings. I’m so sorry I’m so shy, and that I couldn’t tell you my feelings in person. I was shellfish and-“

“That’s enough.” Hearing enough, you cut him off, and scramble out from under the desk. “Don’t be sorry, please.”

Jungkook looks at you with an embarrassed smile as you straighten out your clothing. Seeing your attention on the pink flower in his hand, he offers it to you and explains, “Pink camellia’s mean longing.”

Taking the flower from him, you stare at its beauty before shyly looking back at him. “We still have time before work starts, and I could use another cup of coffee.”

Jungkook eyes go wide as your words sink in. “Yeah, um I could use one too. Emptied this one on the drive.” He puts the full coffee cup on his desk in a rush, spilling some of it in the process. Swearing, Jungkook wipes at the coffee with his hand, and then turns to look at you. He pouts at your amused expression that looks ready to burst out in laughter.

Feeling bad for the man when you know he is trying so hard, you hand him his rose and ask, “Shall we go?”

Taking it from you quickly, Jungkook nods.

No one is surprised when the two of you walk back into the office hand in hand.

[kimnjss]

been weird

— you’re barreling into his life when he least expects it, stealing all his attention until the nights spent studying are replaced with rolling around the sheets. he’s hopelessly romantic and you’re in it for the fun, but no one told you it would ruin your life.

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ask me out,

pairing- jimin x jungkook 

genre/ warnings: fluff

words - 1,861 words

summary- jimin have been staying indoor since he was always protected by his other four older brothers. he always wanted to see the outside world, experience all sort of things, including falling in love and do many other things with his love one. 

“jimin, come down and eat!” seokjin, the oldest brother, shouted for him. jimin drag his feet to the kitchen. jimin sigh as he sat down in between of his second and third brother, young and namjoon.

“what’s with the long face?” his fourth brother, hoseok, said.

“can I go out?” jimin said. “taehyung have been begging me to go with him, to have a best friend outing.”

the four of them shook their head in disapprove. “you know we can't let you out.” seokjin said. “but seokjin hyung, I am already 21. shouldn't I be making new friends and learning new things?”

namjoon sigh, “you know why we can't let you out. remember what happened a few years ago?” namjoon remind him. jimin mumble, “you had to remind me that.”

THREE YEARS AGO, 

when jimin was nineteen, he was walking back home from school with his phone next to his right ear. he was on the phone with taehyung who jimin haven't seen for 5 minutes.

jimin and taehyung are just inseparable.

“I have a lot of homework to do today. I think Mrs. Kim hates me. she always calls me out to solve math problems.” taehyung continues to complain, while jimin listens.

jimin was about to cross the road but he failed to notice that the traffic light wasn’t even green. he stop momentarily when he heard some noise coming from his right side. he looks and saw a truck driving fast towards him.

taehyung was calling name for him but jimin was already on the floor.

seokjin and namjoon who was waiting for jimin to arrive, witness everything. they rush to jimin’s side and screaming for someone to call for the ambulance.

jimin woke up, bright light hurting his eyes.

“you are awake?” a familiar voice said. he immediately recognizes it was seokjin’s voice, “where am I?” he asks his brother. “dear, you are at the hospital. you had a car accident.” he said. “you have been in a coma for a week now.”

seokjin helped jimin to sit up. “are you alright?” seokjin ask jimin. “yeah, I am.” he told seokjin. “yoongi and namjoon went out to buy some food. and also, look’s who is here to see you.” seokjin smile, moving aside.

jimin’s eyes met taehyung’s teary eyes. taehyung immediately ran to jimin’s side. “I am so sorry. I shouldn’t call you. I should have waited for you to reach home. if I didn't call you, this is will never happen.” he said, crying even more.

“it wasn't your fault.” jimin reassure him.

“do you forgive me?” taehyung ask. “yes. it wasn't your fault anyway.” jimin smile. “now, can you give me a smile?”

taehyung had no choice but to smile at jimin.

since then, jimin wasn't allowed to go out and he had to stay home. “you better come back after school.” that’s was the rule made for jimin after his accident. whenever he asked his hyungs why he couldn’t go out and he was told by his hyungs that they didn't want history to repeat.

PRESENT

jimin went back to his room after breakfast. “it’s my holiday and I have to stuck at home.” jimin mumble, texting his best friend.

taehyung: your brother doesn’t let you out again?

jimin: yeah. i am sorry that I couldn’t hang out with you.

taehyung: I wanted to introduce my younger cousin to you. :(

jimin: maybe next time

jimin put his phone down when he heard someone knocks his door. “come in.”

he looks and saw hoseok poking his head out. “how’s my baby brother doing?” he asks, with sweetness.

“not fine.”

“why?” he asks. “is it because we object you from going out?” hoseok said as if he read jimin’s mind. “I am already 21 and I can take care of myself. don't worry about me.” jimin tried all his best to convince him.  

“I will go and talk to the rest. I hope I bring back some good news.”

for 15 minutes, jimin was patiently waiting for hoseok to come back with good news. he heard a knock again and he hopes it was hoseok. it was hoseok but he brought someone as well.

“seokjin hyung.”

seokjin sat beside jimin and he smiles. “hoseok convince the rest of us to agree to let you out. so I am letting you out but I want you to be back for dinner, understand?”

jimin took a while to process seokjin’s words in his brain before jumping for joy. “thank you, hyung!” he hugged seokjin before hugging hoseok. “go and get change before seokjin change his mind again.”

jimin smile and went to grab a decent shirt and matching pants. he combs his hair and grabs a jacket to match his outfit.

“I will come back soon!” jimin shouted after putting on his shoes. he texted taehyung that he is going to meet him and taehyung texted back that he was at the cafe where they used to meet up before jimin was banned from going out.

“hi, taehyung!”

taehyung hugs his friend and notice there were someone else. “is this your younger cousin?” jimin asks. “yeah. meet jungkook, jeon jungkook. jugnkook, this is jimin, park jimin. he is my best friend!” taehyung introduces them to each other.

jungkook was starstruck by jimin’s babyface.

“jungkook?” taehyung called jungkook, waving his hand in front of jungkook. he stares at his cousin. “yes?”

“you have been looking at jimin for a very long time.” taehyung said. there is a hint of teasing in taehyung’s voice.

jimin excuse himself to use the bathroom. as soon as he left for the bathroom, taehyung was bombed with questions.

“how do you know this wonderful man?”

“is he single?”

“does he have a girlfriend?”

“is he gay?”

“do you think he will like me?”

taehyung look at him, rolling his eyes afterward. “he is my middle school best friend. he is single and he will never have a girlfriend because he is gay. if you want to know whether he likes you, go and ask him yourself.” taehyung answered.

before jungkook could answer him or even ask him some more questions, jimin came back from the bathroom.

“how was the outing with taehyung?”

jimin was excitedly telling his four brothers about his trip with taehyung. “tae brought his cousin along. he is a nice person! he won those stuff toys for me.” jimin smile.

“that nice of him.” namjoon said. namjoon nudge seokjin, making him look back at namjoon and sigh.

“jimin, we discussed and we are letting you go out more often but you will have to be back home at 7 pm or else you are banned from going out. understand me?” seokjin said.

“yes!” jimin answered.

seokjin then go on with a list of rules for jimin. this also makes yoongi groan and quickly finish up his meal. he mumbles ‘i couldn’t take it anymore.’ beige leaving the dining table.

jimin couldn’t wait to tell taehyung the good news.

for the next few days, taehyung brought jimin to all sort of places that jimin haven’t been before. not only that, he also brought jungkook along who practically begged for taehyung to bring him along.

“bye, tae. bye, kookie.”

jungkook blush at the new nickname. “bye, jimin hyung.”

“look at this lover boy. i can’t stand it anymore.” taheyung said, leaving him alone.

“thanks for bringing me along with you!” jungkook said. “yeah whatever.” taehyung said, walking away from him.”

jungkook: jimin, do you want to hang out tomorrow?

jimin: sure, with taehyung?

jungkook: i meant alone.

jimin: oh, sure. see you tomorrow then.

jungkook smile to himself who was rolling on his bed, back and forth.

meanwhile, jimin was smiling while he looks at his conversation with jungkook.

this is awkward.

jungkook and jimin were facing each other, drinking their drinks. “so, what do you want to do?” jimin ask.

jungkook was alarmed and flinch a little. “anything you want to do. I am fine with everything.” jungkook smile. jimin giggle, making jungkook almost faint at the sound.

"shall we walk around the neighborhood. i will treat you some ice cream!" jungkook said. "sure but i have to be back by 7 pm."  jimin said. jungkook nodded.

jimin and jungkook were walking around the neighborhood, with ice cream on their hands. "taehyung always talk about you." jungkook said. "oh really? i hope he didn't talk back about me." jimin said.

"no, he didn't. he has a lot of funny stories about you and him." jungkook smile. "i wish i have a friend like you." jungkook whisper. "you are my friend now!" jimin said.

Jungkook smile, "I glad that you are my friend too."

jungkook had asked jimin out for a few times and jimin was glad to hang out with jungkook. jimin could sense jungkook was acting differently. he just couldn't find out what's wrong with him.

"jimin hyung, do you know how to do this?" jungkook ask jimin. jimin was asked out to study by jungkook and he agreed immediately. "this is easy. let me teach you." jimin took the paper from him.

"kook-ah." jimin called, making jungkook flustered at the nickname. "yes?" jungkook look at him. "why are you acting so weird around me these days?" jimin question.  

jungkook scratch his nape. "i am not acting weird." jungkook said. "don't lie." jimin said. "i ask taehyung and he asked me to ask you yourself." jimin added.

jungkook blushes as he looks away from jimin. "actually i have something to tell you." jungkook said. "what is about?"

"shall we go somewhere quiet?" jungkook said, packing his things.

"sure."

jimin saw beside jungkook, awkwardly. "don't you have something to say?" jungkook was asked by jimin. "oh, about that." jungkook said nervously. "i need to tell you something." jungkook turns and face jimin.

"i kept myself from saying this since the first time i met you." jungkook smile. "i found you really attractive and i found myself falling in love with you. i can't help myself but fall in love with you."

"i like you, hyung. will you go out with me?" jungkook ask, closing his eyes.

jungkook opened one of his eyes and see jimin's expression. he saw jimin was smiling from ear to ear. jungkook was curious, "why are you smiling?" jungkook ask.

"because i have been waiting for you to ask me."

"stop with the cuddling." seokjin scolded the couple. jimin immediately let go of jungkook but jungkook held him tighter than before. "then, what about namjoon and taehyung?" jungkook said, pointing to another couple.

both namjoon and taehyung just cheekily smile at them. "you two stop this as well." seokjin scolded them as well. "this is young love. you will never understand." taehyung said, making seokjin have the urge to hit him but namjoon protected him.

"don't hit my love."

jimin look at jungkook and smile. "why don't you ask me out earlier?" jimin ask jungkook. "i am not ready to ask you out. then, why you never ask me out? you told me you like me for quite some time."

jimin smile, "then, should i say ask me out, please?"