#jungkook x so hee

[xxgloss93]

Han SoHee nd Jeon JungKook r like the male nd female versions of each other vibes wise, i’m so excited for ‘SEVEN’ music video out July 14th.

get ready to stream nd vote guys

Jungkook deserves our support for his first official solo debut!!

[taechnological]

"umm do u like know the guys at the next table or something–?"

"don't mind them"

the guys at the next table:

[huhyunjinsgf]

so where are the han so hee x reader x jungkook ..? I can’t be the only one ｡°(°´ᯅ`°)°｡

[faelayouts]

can i please get jungkook header for this icon? thanks<3

:)))

[jiminrings]

four seven eight, phase 3 (3)

pairing: jungkook x reader

wordcount: 8k

glimpse: jungkook wants to fight with, for, and beside you.

alternatively, nothing will ever be the same again, and you and jungkook couldn’t be any happier.

[ part one, intermission, part two, intermission 02, finale — complete series masterlist, from phase 1 to 3 ]

[ fluff, angst, the moral dilemma of keeping someone (read: yoongi) who was almost ur first, last, and everything in ur life despite having another person (read: jungkook) to be exactly that, yearning, full circle moments, The Vagueness n different kind of angst now that 478's a family n not jus a couple anymore, redemption :) ]

notes: thank you for locking in!!!! the og 478 fic aka phase 1 was released two years ago n now we're here can u believe . hee-hee thank u for all the love you've given and continue to have for them!! TRUSTTT that this won't be the last you'll see of them :-)

as always, lmk what you think <3 send in feedback n love to my askbox anytime!!

In a nightmare that Jungkook’s experiencing in real time, Hwayoung mistakes Yoongi as her dad.

Jungkook knows fully that there’s a knee-jerk reaction available for practically everything. He knows it well, because the impulse that occupies him kicks in during the most important events of his life.

Your husband’s impulse, which he often confuses for instinct, is too driven to the point that even for the briefest second, all that Jungkook could feel is himself. 

He tasted blood in the roof of his mouth when you left him the first time all those years ago. He had clenched his fists so hard, he almost drew blood over the realization that you had given up on him, even if it was for the time-being.

He felt his heartbeat in his eardrums when Hwayoung’s cries first pierced into the world (and straight to his ears), all to the point that the people surrounding you thought that he suddenly fell ill.

Jungkook could and should be able to feel himself right now; right now when his only child glazes past him and calls Yoongi as her dad, and right now when he hears his name called out for someone it doesn’t and should never belong to — except Jungkook can’t even feel his fingers.

He can’t taste blood in the roof of his mouth and he can’t feel his heartbeat in his eardrums. Jungkook can’t even claw himself out of a nightmare that’s built around him yet staged by his karma alone.

“That’s not appa, Hwayoung,” you cut into the thick air, your lips set in a straight line as it takes everything in you not to scoop up Jungkook into your arms because he looks like he’s about to collapse in shock. “Yoongi’s not your dad.”

Hwayoung understands, of course. She understands it like how she always does whenever her little mistakes get rectified. The concentrated pout on her face tells you that she’s listening, hearing you loud and clear as you reiterate a fact that she seems to have forgotten.

Jungkook genuinely tweaks within his own hold, the knot in his throat unbearable as he can’t even figure out how he’s standing beside you on his own to feet. He stands beside his wife and he stands before his daughter, yet he doesn’t even know if the weight he holds in between is enough for him to stay rooted.

Jungkook is as still as a rock while he watches you correct Hwayoung on the spot. He’s immoveable as he sees his daughter’s eyes flit to him in curiosity before finally coming to realization. He’s frozen, not by his own choosing, but because neither of his impulses nor instincts kick in.

Hwayoung nods easily, and Jungkook thinks that he’s about to lose his mind if it hadn’t already been muddled three seconds prior.

In a dream Jungkook doesn’t tell anyone, he’s not as easily interchangeable with Yoongi in the same way that Hwayoung thinks apples are pears sometimes, and that blue is somehow violet.

The mornings without Hwayoung have been too long for Jungkook.

They’ve been too long since her impromptu vacation from the both of you started, dragging out endlessly to the point that he had to ask you to hold his phone so he could withhold himself from hovering above Hwayoung by asking Yoongi for updates by the minute. Mornings were too bright; too normal to be spent by you and him without a playful toddler who tries to slip her finger in whenever someone yawns. 

Jungkook’s missed his mornings with Hwayoung in between the two of you.

He missed the mornings where it’s still dark out and he’s been asleep enough for long that he could make out Hwayoung twitching in the dark as she searches for a cold pillow, before later ending up next to your stomach or next to his head. 

He longed (read: still longs perpetually) for the mornings wherein he gets to sleep in and it’s you and Hwayoung who wake him up from dreams he’s always willing to part with, because he knows that he has something infinitely better to wake up to.

“Hiii, appa,” Hwayoung drawls out, hugging his leg as Jungkook automatically pats her head with a gentle hand, the smile on his face more or less forced as he chokes out a greeting. He gets snapped out of his trance immediately, even if he isn’t sure that the sight he woke up to this morning is even worth living alongside with.

“Hi, Young-ie,” he whispers, his eyes strikingly neutral even when Hwayoung grabs his hand and swings it around lightly.

Jungkook make the mistake of looking up and he doesn’t know which is worse; your husband, for once, can’t definitively tell if you looking at him empathically should placate him or unsettle him deep into his core.

What Jungkook can tell however, is that seeing Yoongi’s sly gaze on him with the ghost of a smirk on his lips plays into the rage that he can barely hold onto, if not for the little hand that’s already silently apologized to him.

Hwayoung may not know any better at the moment, but she knows well not to ask questions when Jungkook suddenly stands up out of nowhere when he’s just agreed to play on the floor with her two seconds ago, and she knows better not to stare when you immediately agree and not interrogate him at all.

“I’m gonna step out. Need to blow off steam because otherwise, I’ll take it out on him,” Jungkook whispers to your ear, hands grimly shoved into his pockets. “I know we both saw him do the same thing, Y/N,” he laughs humorlessly, clenching his jaw tightly before he leans down to speak again, enough for Yoongi to both see and hear just how angry he is. “Go put your friend on a leash.”

.

.

.

Yoongi likes to think that it’s spite that keeps him running.

The notion of doing things out of spite is not new at all to him; as a matter of fact, he actually thinks he’s the foundation of it.

Yoongi can’t keep track of the many times that it was spite that put food on the table and pushed him to his limits to arrive at the state that he’s in now. Yoongi yearns unlike no other to the point that it ails him because longing, without any bitterness in it at all, feels pointless.

Longing with only the ambition to surrender in the end is pointless; it doesn’t push Yoongi at all to be the best in anything. It doesn’t make him feel any better because without the regret in his stomach and the resentment in his chest, he wouldn’t be reminded of his dream. 

In a dream Yoongi wants to tell everyone, he doesn’t fall short to Jungkook.

It’s a ridiculous gag dream that feels like a poorly-made skit to him. Yoongi, with all his spite, can’t believe that he only comes second to the likes of Jungkook, who hadn’t worked as hard as he did nor attempted to fight tooth and nail to be even recognized (even under your light) in the first place.

In a well-rehearsed yet trite skit that appears in Yoongi’s mind whenever he goes to sleep after drinking a little too much or waking up with the sheets a little colder than usual, he doesn’t acknowledge Jungkook to be in the same orbit as him; in his dream that’s equivalent to Jungkook’s nightmare, you and Hwayoung are within arm’s reach.

It had been spite that made Yoongi smirk at Jungkook, right after the latter’s whole worldview shattered in front of him when Hwayoung mistook him for a stranger.

It’s everything but spite that makes Yoongi keep his head up high at you, refusing to bow even just a little out of shame. You’ve dragged him to the nearest empty room and while he would’ve teased you about it for any other context, he can’t seem to do it now when you look at him in disgust, even before he gets to open his mouth.

“What was that, Yoongi?!” you fume, standing by the door as you keep your voice hushed.

It’s almost poetic for Yoongi to see because even when you’re bound to curse him out, even when the both of you are at a turning point (or whatever is left of it to change before it perishes completely), you still put Hwayoung first above all else.

“What was what?” he smiles cheekily, even if it’s apparent that it’s just for show because if anything, it’s Yoongi who knows the most about his own fallacy.

“Don’t bullshit me.”

“I was playing around?” he offers weakly, shrugging his shoulders to make it seem that he doesn’t care at all about the anger you’ve reserved specifically for him; as if he’s not trying to buy time to prolong what could be the last time he’ll ever see you outside of work.

“That was nothing, Yoongi. What Hwayoung said meant nothing,” you grit, your fists balled to your sides as you try not to let your mind drift to the fact that you had confronted Yoongi first before comforting your own husband. “She’s a kid and she just got confused.”

There’s only silence between the two of you, and Yoongi wants to stay in it.

Yoongi wants to consume the dead air if it means that he won’t be backed into a corner and forced to take all the hits that Jungkook’s reality – which are his dreams— could throw to his face.

“You don’t have to tell me what I already know,” he murmurs lowly yet for some odd reason, Yoongi still refuses to bend his head.

The thing is, Yoongi doesn’t feel regret at all. Out of all the times he could ever feel it, he doesn’t feel it now, even when the supposed love of his life wants to banish him out forever.

“Then why do you look happy about it?” you seethe. “Why the hell did you look happy when Hwayoung called you her dad?”

“Because I was,” Yoongi smiles so tightly, his skin buckles under the pressure — come to think of it, his eyes almost feel like they’re stinging. “Do you want me to lie?”

“It would be better if you do,” you retort without even thinking, the tremble of your bottom lip only goading Yoongi further.

Yoongi stands before you, proud yet unwilling, as he serves as the largest and longest milestone of how far you’ve come in your career with his unrequited love for you as the barometer.

“Oh,” he reacts, his face falling before his throat tightens impossibly. Yoongi keeps nodding his head madly, the pricking of tears in his eyes making him frustrated even more. “Okay. Sure. Y-you know what, let me just lie andsay that I don’t constantly think about how it could’ve been me, o-or how I don’t usually hope that Jungkook completely fucks it up because I could show you that I’ll never do you wrong in the first place!”

“Friends don’t fucking do that, Yoongi!” you clench your teeth, the devastation on your face apparent yet never equivalent to that of Yoongi who’s already nearing his limit.

“I don’t want to be just your friend!” he whispers at you, because while he thinks about Hwayoung in the living room who’s just a few steps away, he also thinks of how scared he is to admit the fact to your face no matter how high he holds his head.

“I don’t think we can’t be friends either,” you sigh breathlessly, the finality to your tone making Yoongi freeze.

Finally, he lowers his head.

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

“I know.”

In an overdone skit that plays in Yoongi’s head, somebody pulls out a slate and yells for the scene to be over, because not only did the whole thing play out in just his head, it was also just a silly dream that a married man with a kid could only have.

In a well-rehearsed, trite, and critically acclaimed skit that Yoongi writes himself but could never act in, you never have to be put in a position wherein you have to put a pause to your friendship with Yoongi. 

The dependency and entanglement the both of you have with each other, no matter in what degree, only proves to be a double-edged sword that hurts you more than it could ever hurt him, and Yoongi knows he can’t ever live with that.

There needs to be distance between you and Yoongi, and he’s never hated that fact more than now, no matter how much he knows it’s needed.

Yoongi knows he’s an intruder.

He’s an intruder who frequently gets to see you at work, he’s an intruder who always gets to loathe Jungkook no matter from what angle, and he’s an intruder who occasionally gets to hold Hwayoung who isn’t his.

( ♡ ) 

The truth is, Jungkook didn’t even really think of having kids until you came along. It had been a long withstanding truth in himself, even with Sora before you, that the thought of having someone of his own flesh and blood was too heavy for him — too much.

Jungkook didn’t entertain the thought of having children until you came into his life and he had decided then and there that there’d never be too much of you for him. 

You weren’t too much for Jungkook when you were still a new couple and had asked him if he’d be open to marrying you one day, even if you were barely a year into your relationship (and your first one at that) that he was yet to have a full grasp of. 

You weren’t too much for him when you had talked his ear off when you were still a rookie, promising him sincerely that you’ll make it big and that soon enough, the both of you would live a comfortable life — provided that you were still in each other’s by that time.

You weren’t too much for the Jungkook of then, your wide-eyed boyfriend who’s a man of few words, and you’re not too much for the Jungkook of now, your husband who feels like he has far too many feelings.

The truth is, Jungkook didn’t even really think that his heart could exist outside of his chest until Hwayoung came along.

There’s this dull, agonizing pain that always squeezes on Jungkook’s chest like clockwork whenever he feels he’s letting his daughter down. There’s bitterness in failure and there’s failure, even when Hwayoung’s tiny hands don’t seek his when they’re walking side by side, or when she’s not as enthusiastic about her meals like how he had been when preparing them–

Or even when Hwayoung mistakes Yoongi for her dad.

“This shirt?” Hwayoung asks, interrupting his inner turmoil as she points to a shirt of his from high school. She has a whole drawer filled with yours and Jungkook’s old clothes for sleep shirts, the giddy smile on her face as she awaits for approval making Jungkook almost forget everything. (Read: almost)

“You can choose any shirt you want, Young-ie,” he answers, his eyes only half-lidded and just a whisper close to stinging with tears. The exhaustion in his voice is practically inseparable from the gutting feeling of his full-time work as a dad for a little more than two years, being mistaken for Yoongi’s part-time favor as a godfather for barely two weeks and then some.

Jungkook’s hands immediately twitch at his sides when Hwayoung walks towards him and stumbles for the slightest second, the brief hiccup on his heart reminding him that he’ll be attuned to her no matter what — even if his daughter mistakes him for a stranger.

He knows the shit that the elders say about letting children fall. He has the script memorized by now and he knows the annoyance that blooms in him routinely when he gets unsolicited advice. 

Jungkook knows it all, and he knows that eventually, Hwayoung would get hurt and he won’t be able to do anything about it. Just like how she can hurt him, someway and somehow along the line (maybe she’ll call Yoongi appa again), and how he won’t know what to do with himself should that time come.

Tonight isn’t the time.

“Help, appa.”

“Okay,” he obliges. “I’m here,” Jungkook utters, ironically refusing to call himself the title that he wants Hwayoung to keep only for him; not for Yoongi, not for your manager, and not for the men that constantly pine after you even when they know fully that Jungkook’s in the picture.

Your husband knows greed and he hates it, because it had been in the form of Yoongi briefly smirking when Hwayoung called him appa that time.

Jungkook knows greed and is well-acquainted, because his fist is scuffed and Yoongi’s number is blocked. 

He knows greed and whatever indomitable power that puts a brake to his rage right when it’s about to pour over, because he had punched the brick wall in the patio instead of Yoongi to blow off steam, and because he has the mind to not taunt Yoongi with a complete family picture right after you distanced yourself away from him.

“I’m sorry, Young-ie. Mama and I are sorry to put you through that, okay?” he murmurs to her ear like it’s only their little secret for them to hear, the unbridled wonder that lingers in his daughter’s eyes enough to placate him that everything’s okay between them tonight.

( ♡ ) 

To wake up in the same bed as Jungkook and Hwayoung after so long makes your heart swell.

Your heart swells, not just with pride, but with a feeling you can’t ever put a name to. You’re more than content enough to see Hwayoung cuddled up to Jungkook and the mess of their hair tangled in between, but even more, you’re filled with a strange yearning that you don’t want them to stay that way.

You want more of them in a way that you’re overwhelmed, just by thinking that they’re the closest you could ever have to feeling immortal in this life. Not everything is completely back into place like they once were, but oddly enough, neither you and Jungkook are actively trying to replicate the old times. 

“You sure you’ll do the groceries alone this time?” you ask Jungkook for the third time, also receiving his third consecutive playful eye roll as he packs Hwayoung’s bag for you.

“Yes, ma’am. Just go with the princess and look at playschools,” he hums, ruffling your daughter’s hair that you spent a good ten minutes on. “If I come with, I fear I’ll already cry just by thinking Young-ie’s growing up.”

“She is growing-…”

“Can’t hear you!” he hollers as he backs out from the driveway, the smile on his face incomparable because he woke up with the thought that you did.

Jungkook wants more of you and Hwayoung, not because he just wants to return your unspoken sentiment, but because he figures that no amount of time or space will ever be enough if it’s the both of you that hold it.

It’s nice to be back to a somewhat normal routine. With your work finished (and all that is left is for the publicity to ramp up) after having spent so much time on it, you immediately resign yourself to the fixed routine you’ve been dying to get back on.

You’ve almost forgotten just how chaotic a supposedly mundane breakfast could be for a family of three, seeing to it that Jungkook’s packed lunches had grown on you to the point that even having your own plate on the dining table felt weird.

You’ve almost forgotten just how liberating it felt to walk outside with Hwayoung (despite having to put on masks and caps on for animosity) without having to worry how much time you have left before shooting starts again, considering that your daughter doesn’t even regard you for the actress that you are.

Hwayoung pulls your hand and walks ahead of you, and you let her. She’s small and unyielding, even if she pulls you with the equivalent of a mini Jungkook’s strength.

Your daughter walks ahead of you and you don’t mind because you rarely ever get to see her in the sunlight wearing the dresses that Jungkook buys even if there aren’t any sales going on (you’re trying to get him to curb his shopping addiction), as opposed to her being bundled up in pajamas, sitting on your lap in your trailer under studio lights.

Hwayoung has the strength that only a child of yours and Jungkook’s could ever possess, because while you freeze in your tracks upon seeing a familiar face as soon as you open the glass doors to the playschool you were about to scope out, Hwayoung only looks at you and the woman in front with a smile.

“Y/N, is that you?”

“Sora,” you exhale, the surprise probably evident on your face because it takes a solid second for you to register her presence. “Hi.”

Sora’s even prettier in person (not that she was ever ugly in the first place) than the beauty she was on the picture you’ve seen of her and Jungkook, her genuine smile unmistakeable because she looks like light itself.

You get why Jungkook had fallen for her, and while there’s nothing about now to blame him for, you can’t understand either why Sora’s absolutely ecstatic to see her ex-boyfriend’s wife.

“She’s my daughter,” you belatedly add after finally moving on from being starstruck, putting a reassuring hand on Hwayoung’s back (who doesn’t need it anyway because she’s more at ease right now than you are) as you smile. “Say hi, baby.”

Sora gasps in awe, and while you appreciate her politeness in not assuming anything about Hwayoung before you introduced her yourself, the curious, baser part of you wonders if she thinks about you and what she could’ve been–

If Sora thinks about you as much as you do with her whenever she fights with her partner, or if she ever thinks about the lingering insecurity that comes with being a lover in general. 

“She’s an absolute sweetheart! She looks so much like you.”

“She does?” you beam, completely surprised at her words. You’re already surprised about Sora in general along with her unexpected enthusiasm, but you’re even more shocked at her sincere interest. “A lot of family and friends say that she looks like Jungkook more.”

“I mean they do say that soulmates will look alike at one point,” she shrugs playfully, head tilting as she waves to Hwayoung while you digest her words.

You didn’t think Jungkook’s past would be this kind no matter how much it had hurt you before.

You feel guilty for having expected a confrontation of some sort, the slight paranoia that had creeped on you before completely dissipating the longer that you look at Sora. She looks at ease and it’s contagious, the soft smile on her face extending up to her eyes when she sees your gaze lingering at the hand on her belly.

“Oh, yeah. I’m expecting,” she announces excitedly, cheerfully, as if you’re childhood friends and go to brunch every Sunday — as if you’re close enough for her to spread her joy with.

“Congrats, Sora,” you grin, extending your hand to gently hold her arm in celebration.

You had insisted again and again to yourself that Sora’s no one to you; that she’s a blip in Jungkook’s radar that lasted for years and came before you. You had let the idea of her consume you fully to the point that her kindness takes you aback.

You can’t blame Sora, and she can’t blame you either. Somewhere along Jungkook’s mosaic he’s made for himself, she lingers in there as a stray piece that fits no matter the pattern. It’s irrevocable and only natural for your husband to be an accumulation of everything and everyone he’s ever loved, and while you know that you and your daughter occupy most of it, you can’t ever erase Sora from existence.

You want to ask who’s the dad with the most inconspicuous tone you could ever possess. 

You want to ask her how she’s been and how things went with her partner during the last time that she and Jungkook had celebrated their anniversary as exes. 

You want to ask Sora about her cousin and maybe even joke about how chaos must probably run in her bloodline.

You want to ask Sora about hundreds of things and hold her accountable for the sleepless nights she’s costed you and your family, but you hold yourself back — not only because it’s the right thing to do, but because everything had already worked out in the end. Sora’s already in the past and you want her to stay there, even if you have the opportunity to get the answers you’ve only used to pray for.

“For what it’s worth, Y/N, I’m sorry. I know it’s a little too late to say it, but I really am,” she murmurs after some time of only you and her silently watching Hwayoung talk to another kid, the sincerity in her eyes evident even if she holds her head low before you.

The closure you could only ever ask for whenever your heart hurt the most, comes to you when you feel that you’re at your lightest.

( ♡ ) 

True to your word, you don’t let Jungkook attend your press conference.

There’s no point in denying that you do need Jungkook here with you, but there’s no denying either that needing him and wanting him to be here are two different things.

You’re oddly reminiscent of the time that you had been in this position, and even if the memory’s bittersweet, the rational and realistic part of your brain could only think that it’s reasonable to miss Jungkook despite barring him from here. This is your highest peak after all, and it’s only normal for you to be nervous.

It’s normal for you to be nervous despite telling the staff that you’re going to keep the wedding ring on your finger throughout the entire thing. It’s entirely reasonable for you to be jittery at the possibility of being asked about your family, no matter how far-fetched the queries could be from the actual movie at hand.

It’s only okay for you to feel that trepidation in your stomach even if everything in your life, at the moment, is at your favor.

The room’s quiet with only you and Jimin in it, and without the buffer of Hwayoung that laughs through everything that he says, the one-on-one that you have with your manager reminds you of the talk you had to have when the rumors about you and Yoongi broke out.

Jimin has more years and experiences under his belt now, but with the way he talks to you, it feels as if it’s neither of you are experienced; that the both of you are complete beginners who’d like to think that the only way to go is up, and that a tiny irregularity could instantly make everything you’ve built to collapse.

The talk about Eunsu has been a long time coming, and Jimin wants to let you know now when there’s nobody else — when you’re reminded that you have everything to both gain and lose.

“I’ve managed to put a lid on it for the meantime,” he clears his throat, looking at your reflection in the mirror as he puts on your microphone delicately. “I don’t know for how long though.”

Your gaze looks blank, almost unreadable to the untrained eye, yet Jimin knows that there’s a weight to it. Unlike all the brush-ins you’ve ever had with issues before, this is the first time that it had ever hit home and everything that ever mattered to you.

He could only imagine the weight of what it must feel like to be you; of how heavy it must be to be the one to take everything in stride.

“It’s okay, Jimin. Thank you,” you murmur, looking down on your lap as you try to fight the frown that comes with the realization that you’ve been used to having Hwayoung on it.

“Y/N,” he tuts, his tone stern yet familiar.

“Hmm?” you ask while you’re in a daze, letting yourself stare at a spot on the wall that could only hold your attention for so long. You can’t erase it as much as you can’t avoid this conversation with Jimin, and even more, you can’t avoid the eventual turbulence you’ll be subjecting your family to once everything goes public.

There’s an innate guilt that comes with being a wife and a mother, you figure. It’s your first time being both and with it comes the sense of doom; it’s not the morbid type of ruination, but rather, it’s the anxiousness that comes with knowing you don’t only have yourself to look after.

“What Eunsu did to Jungkook— to your family, even-…”

“I know,” you interrupt, nodding fervently to cut the conversation short, except Jimin doesn’t fold.

“I know you’re protecting them. I know you’re thinking about Hwayoung the most,” Jimin sighs. “But you wanting to protect them also means that you’re protecting Eunsu even if it isn’t your intention,” he murmurs, squeezing your shoulder gently. “The news coming out about her won’t be the worst thing in the world.”

The same two people that you’re protecting, one of them more innocent and clueless than the other yet just as loving, give you complacency amidst your unease.

( ♡ )

You always insisted on having a big bed.

Jungkook remembers your insistence on having a big bed when the two of you moved in together and slowly started furnishing your home before your wedding. Your preferences didn’t exactly clash his because while you mostly took care of the budget and he took care of the aesthetics, there would almost always be common ground. Almost.

Additionally, you also remember Jungkook’s gratefulness for your stubbornness towards having a big bed because realistically, he can’t ever picture himself lying down on a deluxe standard bed with a toddler between the two of you.

The maintenance for the third-biggest variation of a king-sized bed that you had pleaded him for (and even made a whole presentation about defending your case) with Hwayoung in the picture now is even more troublesome. The quest for bedsheets that are hypoallergenic, extremely soft and comfortable, have a neutral, classic, yet easily-maintainable design, and toddler-proof simultaneously seems to be never-ending.

Jungkook can’t sleep at all sometimes. Even when the airconditioning in the room is at a perfect temperature, his comforter is on his person and not on the other side of the bed by your doing, his daughter’s hair isn’t in his mouth, and his cat’s humongous built isn’t blocking his passage of air, there’s days wherein Jungkook can’t put himself to sleep.

In one way or another, it’s always the ache and worry that manifests in his chest for the next day. He keeps wondering about tomorrow’s meals and the probability of Hwayoung throwing a tantrum. He keeps wondering if there’s going to be a wild curveball that somebody will throw at you tomorrow, and how fast he can get to you should that happen.

Jungkook’s no stranger to sleepless nights. He’s used to analyzing one unfavorable context after another to scare himself into being awake so he can’t get nightmares when he eventually goes to sleep.

To wake your husband up just because you couldn’t sleep yourself is a menial task that you finally talk yourself into doing, the little shake that you give Jungkook on his shoulders enough to make him jolt awake.

“Kook, wake up.”

“What, what-…? What is it?” he darts up groggily, eyes barely adjusted to the dim light you’ve set the room to. Jungkook’s lost to why you even woke him up when Hwayoung’s out like a log, but he doesn’t question you on it — instead, he gently carries his daughter to occupy his warm spot on the bed, just so he could crawl his way to the middle to listen to you.

“Jungkook.”

“Hmm,” he hums again, sleepily propping himself up with a pillow as he tries to blink the sleep away from his eyes. Jungkook doesn’t even dare to take a peek at the alarm clock because all he knows is that you’re awake and you also want him to be, so he doesn’t complain.

Four seconds. Breathe in through your nose.

Seven seconds. Hold it.

Eight seconds. Exhale through your mouth.

“Let’s fight,” you whisper, leaning your head on Jungkook’s shoulder.

Your husband could only rub his eyes tiredly, the yawn that escapes him making his entire body shake. “Huh? Right now?” he clarifies, the sleepy pout on his lips only highlighting how wide and docile his eyes are for you at the moment.

“Come on. Let’s fight,” you half-heartedly offer, bumping your head to his.

Your husband only stays silent, putting a hand up to your forehead to check for a fever. 

Jungkook only yawns once again, his sluggishness being infectious to the point that you suppress your own by burying your face to his neck.

“Can we like, fight in the morning or something?” he tries to compromise, fully serious about a half-baked joke you woke him up for.

Jungkook’s come a long way. He’s no longer your husband who didn’t want to fight you on things for the sake of self-preservation. He’s no longer the one who avoided confrontation in fear of setting you apart from him. He’s this now, so willing to go with your every whim that if you want to have a fight with him at two in the morning, he’ll rub the sleep out of his eyes and let you rest on his shoulder if ever you were being serious.

You kiss your husband on the lips, the love-drunk smile that he gives you afterward making you snort.

Your king-sized bed is a mess. Somewhere by the end of your foot, there’s Hwayoung’s pink crayon that she insists on holding to sleep. Somewhere by the tips of Jungkook’s hair, there’s Miso’s fur kept together with his daughter’s hair clip because she didn’t want to go to sleep without putting it on him.

Jungkook, your husband who’s clad in a shirt of yours with too many holes on it because of his daughter’s safety scissors and his cat’s claws, hugs you to his chest in silence.

You think about how you can’t tell when the news about Eunsu is going to release, while Jungkook sneakily tries to uncover your sock-covered foot with his own because he lost one of his socks while sleeping and wanted to be even.

You think about how the Academy nominees are going to be revealed in a week, while your husband says out loud his grocery list for the week while randomly staring off into space every ten seconds.

You think about Hwayoung attending playschool in a matter of months, while your husband internally plays rock, paper, scissors with himself as he waits for you to gather your thoughts.

You think about you and Jungkook and whatever comes with, for, and between you while he hugs you under the dim lights.

Four seconds. Breathe in through your nose.

Seven seconds. Hold it.

Eight seconds. Exhale through your mouth.

“What if it only gets brutal from here on out, Jungkook? What do I do?” you murmur, looking up at him.

“Who says it has to be brutal?” Jungkook laughs, his voice bouncing out into the space as if you’re in a newly-built house with barely any furniture. 

Jungkook’s laughter is still joyous and loud, because even if Jungkook’s heart is a newly-built house, his happiness still reverberates the more it settles into the ground and comes closer to its roots; closer to you.

“We’ll keep up.”

[dearly-somber]

stand still (i’m sniffing you) | j.jk

-> pairing. wolf shifter!jungkook x human!reader (f)

-> genre. slow burn, f2l (friends-to-lovers), (not actually) unrequited love, pining, mutual pining, high school!au, werewolf/shifter!au, fluff, domestic fluff

-> w/c. 802

-> rating. 13+

-> a/n. Inspired by that one clip where Jungkook back-hugs Hoseok while they’re practicing 🥹🥹

-> collection. mini-series

-> warnings. None!!

-> started. Mon., Feb. 19th, 2024 @ 21:42

-> fin. Mon., Feb. 19th, 2024 @ 22:19

-> edited. Tues., Feb. 20th, 2024 @ 07:06

-> divider credit. @mmadeinheavenn

Jungkook has a stronger sense of smell than the rest of his pack. Partially because his wolf is simply better at it (much to the pack’s chagrin, because Jungkook never fails to bring it up during their biweekly pissing contests), but also because he’d been blessed with a good sense of smell even in his human form.

Something is burning a street down? Jungkook can smell it.

Someone took a shit in the backyard because they were too lazy to shift and do it inside where they could flush it? Jungkook can smell it (and he’s going to make it everyone else’s problem).

Y/N comes over without letting him know and—wait, what?

He sticks his head out of his room like an excited cartoon character. “Bunny?”

Jennie glowers at him as she’s walking down the stairs, shaking her head with a sigh. “She’s not even halfway up the pavement.”

Jungkook frowns, feeling a prickle of embarrassment race up the back of his neck. “A-and! You know she’s here!”

“Yeah, ‘cause I can hear her,” Jennie sasses, scoffing with a grin so shit-eating Jungkook thinks his eye twitches, “not because I’m so honed in on her scent that I know she’s coming from a mile away.”

“Okay it was not a mi—Y/N!”

She huffs as Jungkook barrels into her, stumbling back ever so slightly. Jungkook feels his wolf wagging his tail like the love-struck mutt he is, pulling back at Y/N’s signature okay, that’s enough pat-on-the-back she does whenever she deems a hug “over”.

“I didn’t know you were coming!” He can’t help but speak loudly, wondering if his eyes are sparkling—cliche, sure, but he remembers Yoongi mentioning it once, and it hasn’t left his mind ever since.

Y/N laughs (Jungkook’s heart soars in his chest), shaking hee head as she drops a duffel bag next to the coffee table, walking toward the kitchen with Jungkook hot on her heels.

“I wasn’t planning coming over but my mom dropped me off to go to the library and she isn’t picking me up until five, so I decided to come over and hang out.”

That explains it! Jungkook wondered why Y/N smelt more bookish than usual today. It’s always present under her daffodil-raisin combo, but it makes sense why it’s so much stronger today. He imagines her sitting in the library for hours on end, fully immersed in a book, and the thought makes him smile like a fool.

Jungkook is hit with the sudden, overwhelming urge to smell you. Fueled by his excitement at a surprise-visit and the whims of his wolf, he wraps his arms around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest and pressing his nose to the back of your neck. His nose scrunches happily as he inhales your scent, first in short, wolfish little huffs, and then in longer, more appreciative inhales which infiltrate all his senses.

He waddles into the kitchen clinging to Y/N’s back, vaguely aware of the conversation she’s started with Rosé, Seokjin and Jisoo (who are busy making dinner), too focused on keeping his nose scrunched to the back of her neck to hear (or truly care about) the specifics.

“Jungkook-ah,” Y/N says softly, reaching up to touch his hands.

“Stay still,” he huffs, feeling a tingle run up his arms when she shivers at his breath on her neck. “I’m sniffing you,” he mumbles, swaying her from side to side as they come to a standstill in the middle of the kitchen.

Y/N snorts, and he imagines she has a smile on her face.

“Yah!” Seokjin yells, maneuvering around them with a pot of rice held close to his chest. “I’m trying to cook!”

“Yeah!” Rosé frowns, roughly mixing what Jungkook now realizes is kimchi. “Get a room!”

“Kook,” Y/N starts.

The whine he lets out dies in the back of his throat when she reaches up over her shoulder to palm his hair, gently scrunching her fingers in the messy strands. “Lemme help cook dinner and then we can play some Mortal Combat before I leave, hm?”

Waiting until the heat in the tips of his ears cools a little, Jungkook gives a curt little nod of his head (blatantly ignoring his wolf’s request to nip your shoulder). He inhales long and hard before finally letting you go.

Y/N then very casually turns to help the trio in the kitchen as Jungkook plops onto the couch in between Lisa and Hoseok with a satisfied sigh, practically sitting on top of them.

He yelps, rubbing the back of his head when he feels Hoseok smack him over the head with a pointed look.

“What?” he says, high-pitched and pouting.

Lisa just laughs, shaking her head as she scrolls through her phone. “You’re hopeless, Kook.”

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[1-800-sistershookth]

EXPOSED

SYNOPSIS ➼ Y/N Y/L/N had good things going for her. She was a prominent member in the globally famous kpop girl group, Blackpink. She was in the prime of her career, booking events and campaigning for companies she never could have imagined.

Her name was reaching new heights she could have never dreamed of, and she had the support of her devoted fanbase, and her supportive group-members.

And, above all, she had a loving long-term boyfriend to love and cherish her. Y/N and Jungkook were the golden standard for a couple— to those who knew of their relations anyway. Anyone could tell that they were deeply in love. Anyone but the public.

what happens when their relationship is no longer secret?

Or.. in which: Jennie Kim accidentally exposed her best friend’s relationship for millions of people to see.

PAIRING ➼ Jeon Jungkook x Idol!Femreader

TAGS + WARNINGS ➼ pre-established relationship, idol smau, social media smau, slight angst, fluff, mature language, reader is the 5th member of blackpink, reader receives hate a couple times— but it’s not too bad, kys/kms jokes, suggestive tones but nothing explicit

FT.. ➼ BTS, Blackpink, Han So-Hee, Sana ( twice ), Cha Eunwoo ( astro )

PROFILES

Official Accounts or group accounts

Boyscouts or bts

In Your Area Code or black pink

Industry Hotties or sana, eunwoo, so-hee, jungkook, and y/n

Gossipers or news outlets

CHAPTER INDEX

EP01 … Get The Hose

EP02 … Divorced and Jobless

EP03 … I Luv My BF

EP04 … Third Wheeling? No, Group Wheeling.

EP05 … You Get No Bitches !

EP06 … EXPOSED — ( written portion )

EP06.5 … EXPOSED

EP07 … Oopsie Daisy !

EP08 … 2 + 2 = 4

EP09 … Backlash

bonus chapter … Ratio

EP10 … Offically Offical

EP11 … Pack It Up

EP12 … Coexist

EP12.5 … Coexist ( written portion )

EP13 … You and Me

EP14 … Back and Better

EP15 … Idol Life

EP16 … My Man

END

Bonus … EPILOGUE

[boobear061]

Best Friends Dad

Summary: Y/n had sex with her best friends Dad

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: Smut

WC: 4,142

Warning: daddy kink, kissing, swearing, protective sex, oral ( m & f receiving), hand job, blow job, fingering, spanking, grinding, hair pulling, nipple play, doggy style, choking

**

~ Y/n's POV ~

I am here at the club celebrating my best friend Tae Hee's birthday, she's turning 23, we took a shot of Soju before heading over to the dance floor.

~ Taehyung's POV ~

I am here at this club that Jimin goes to, we are here sitting down at the VIP section that Jin got for us, we are drinking and I heard Hobi said " Isn't that Tae Hee? "

I looked at where he's pointing at, Tae Hee is dancing with her friends, I noticed Y/n and I gotta admit, she is looking really beautiful.

I nod my head and said " Yeah. "

I took a sip out of my drink, looked at Y/n, checked her out and felt Jungkook pat my back and said " Are you checking out Y/n? "

" Huh? * Looked at Jungkook, shooked my head * No, I'm not. I'm just keeping an eye out for Tae Hee. "

Jungkook nod his head and said " Don't worry, Jun-Sang is keeping an eye on her. "

Jun-Sang is Jungkook's son, he and my daughter Tae Hee are best friends since childhood. They are real close.

I nod my head, the guys talked to each other while I'm here looking at Y/n, she and her friends walked over to their section, and talked.

They took a shot of Soju, I saw Y/n whispered something in Tae Hee's ear, she did her head, Y/n got up and walked away, I looked at the guys and said " I'll be right back. "

They nod their heads, I got up, followed Y/n from a far, saw a man stopped her and tried to talk to her, Y/n ignored him and walked away but he grabbed her arm.

I hurried over to them, heard Y/n said to the guy " Let me go! "

" Oh come on, I just want to talk with you. "

" She said to let her go. " I said to him.

Y/n looked at me and said " Mr. Kim! "

The guy let her go, she ran to me, the guy looked at me, pushed me and said " Hey, man I saw her first! "

I pushed him back and said " You leave her alone. "

" Oh yeah? " He was about to punch me but I dodged it.

I was about to punch him but some group of men grabbed him and dragged him away, I looked at Y/n and said " Where are you going, alone? "

" I need to use the bathroom. "

I nod my head, put my hand on her back and said " Let's go. "

We walked over to the bathrooms, Y/n looked at me and said " Mr. Kim? "

I looked at her and said " Yes? "

" Thank you for what you did, that guy was a creep. "

" You're welcome, I wouldn't let anything happen to you. "

She smiled at me and said " What are you doing here? "

" I'm here with the guys. Having a drink. "

Y/n nod her head, there's a small line to the women's bathroom, she looked at me and said " I'll be right back. "

" I'll wait for you. "

" Okay. " She walked over to the line and wait.

She looked at me, smiled, waved at me, I smiled back and waved back at her, she went inside the bathroom and I wait for her.

Y/n is so adorable when she's drunk.

She walked out of the bathroom, walked over to me and said " Mr. Kim, can we go outside? I feel hot. "

I rest my hand on her forehead, cheeks and felt her cheeks a little warm, nod my head and said " Okay, come on. "

We walked to the exit, I looked at Y/n and said " How are you feeling? "

She looked at me and said " I feel okay, just hot. If I stayed there for too long, I'll feel like suffocating. "

" How many drinks did you had? "

" Not much. * Giggled * I think I'm a light head. * Shivered * It's a little cold. "

I took off my jacket, wrapped it around her shoulders, she smiled at me and said " Thank you. "

I smiled back and said " You're welcome. "

" You can go back to your friends, I'm okay here. "

I shooked my head and said " No, I'm not leaving you out here by yourself. "

Y/n leaned her back on the wall, we talked for a bit, I noticed that she's closing her eyes so I said " Are you okay? "

She opened her eyes and said " I'm a little tired. "

" How about I take you home? "

" Okay. "

We walked over to my car, I drove off, before I could ask Y/n her address, she fell asleep, I let out a sigh, and drove to my apartment.

**

I arrived at my apartment with a sleeping Y/n in my arms, walked over to the guest bedroom, laid her down on the bed, took off her heels and covered her up with a throw blanket, took her phone out of her purse, grabbed her thumb and unlocked the phone so I can send a message to Tae Hee that she left home so she won't worry where she went.

I put her phone back in her purse, looked at her, gently moved a strand of hair away from her face, walked out of the room to my bedroom, and heard my phone received a notification.

I took it out of my pocket, saw a message from Jimin asking where I went, respond back saying that I went home and that I have a early " meeting " tomorrow that I forgot about, walked over to my bedroom, set the phone down on the nightstand and took a shower.

~ Y/n's POV ~

I woke up, looked around and noticed that I'm in a unknown room, I sat up, looked at my clothes, let out a sigh when I saw that I'm still wearing my dress but noticed that I'm wearing a men's jacket.

Why does this look familiar?

I quickly got off the bed, saw my heels, put them on, walked out of the room to the hallway, stopped when I saw a family photo on the wall.

Wait, is that.. Tae Hee's dad? Am I in his house?! How did I get here? 

I heard some humming, I followed where it's coming from, saw Mr. Kim cooking in the kitchen, he looked at me, smiled and said " Hi Y/n. "

" Hi Mr. Kim. What am I doing here in your apartment? "

" I was on my way to drive you home but you fell asleep before i could get your address so I drove you here. I hope you don't mind? "

I shooked my head and said " Can I have some water? "

Mr. Kim nod his head and said " Sure. "

He walked over to the counter, I sat down and he set the cup in front of me, I smiled and said " Thank you. "

" You're welcome. Are you hungry? "

I nod my head and said " Very. "

I drank my water, Mr. Kim grabbed two plates, served us, I couldn't help myself but to check him out, I gotta admit, Mr. Kim is a really attractive guy. I remember having a crush on him when I was 17.

" Here you go. " He set the plate down in front of me.

" Thank you. "

" You're welcome. " He sat down next to me.

We ate the food, I looked at him and said " It is very delicious Mr. Kim. "

He smiled at me and said " Thank you, you can call me Taehyung, it's just us two. "

" Sorry. "

He chuckled and said " It's okay. "

**

We are here sitting down on the couch watching TV, I felt Taehyung's warm hand on my bare knee, gently rubbed circles on my scar above my knee and said " You still have this? "

I blushed a little, looked at him, nod my head and said " Yeah. "

" I remembered how you got it. " His hand didn't leave my knee.

We looked at each other, he quickly moved his hand away, cleared his throat and said " Sorry. "

" It's okay. "

Taehyung looked at my lips, looked at my eyes, cleared his throat, looked away and said " I'll be right back. "

" Okay. "

He got up, walked away, I let out a sigh, looked at the tv, got up, walked over to the hallway to the guest room to get my phone, I stopped once I saw Taehyung, we stared at each other, he walked over to me and said " I am going to head to bed. "

I nod my head and said " Okay, good night. "

" Good night. "

He walked away, I let out a sigh, grabbed my purse, walked over to the bathroom, took off my make up, walked back to the living room, and watched TV.

~ Taehyung's POV ~

When I got to my bedroom, closed the door behind me, rest my back on the door, let out a sigh, and mumbled to myself " You idiot, what are you doing? * Walked over to bed * She's your daughters best friend for crying out loud. "

I sat down on the bed, let out another sigh, run my fingers through my hair, laid down on my back and looked up at the ceiling.

**

I can't stop thinking about Y/n, how badly I want to feel her soft lips, wrapped my arms around her body, and have her undernea- okay, I need to stop.

I got off the bed, walked over to the kitchen, stopped when I saw Y/n drinking water sitting down on the kitchen island, I looked down at her legs and her thighs, gulped and walked over to the fridge.

" Hey. "

She looked at me and said " Hey. "

I opened the fridge, grabbed a water bottle, closed the fridge, opened the cap, took a sip out of the water, looked at her and she said " Can't sleep? "

" No. "

She set the water bottle down on the kitchen island, got off, walked over to me and said " Why can't you sleep? "

" I got a lot in my mind. "

Y/n stand in front of me, she looked at my lips, looked at my eyes, I gulped and she said " Can I be honest with you? "

" Sure. "

" I find you attractive. "

" Really? "

" Yes, what about you? Do you find me attractive? "

I nod my head, moved her hair behind her ear and said " I really do find you attractive. "

She blushed and said " Really? "

" Yes, but you're Tae Hee's best friend, I- "

Y/n rest her hands on my chest, moved them up and down and said " She doesn't have to know. "

We looked at each other, she leaned in, kissed my lips, I kissed her back, deepened the kiss, she pulled away from the kiss, rest her hand on my cheek and said " We can stop if you want? "

I shooked my head and said " No, I want to keep going. "

She moved her hand down to my chest and said " Are you sure? "

I cupped her face with my hands, leaned in, kissed her lips, she kissed me back, I deepened the kiss, wrapped his arms around my waist while she wrapped hers around my neck, and I pulled her closer to me.

Lift her up, she wrapped her legs around my torso, I walked over to the kitchen island, set her down, our tongues fought for dominance, and moved my hands down to her thighs.

~ Y/n's POV ~

I can't believe this is happening, I'm making out with Mr. Kim, I really hope this isn't a dream.

I took off his jacket that I'm still wearing, threw it across the kitchen, he pulled away from the kiss, we looked at each other with lust in our eyes, he kissed the left side of my neck and leave wet kisses up and down before leaving a hickey.

Closed my eyes, bring my hand to the back of his head, gently ran my fingers through his hair, gently pulled on it which made him moan against my neck, he pulled away, looked at me, kissed my lips, I kissed him back, he lift me up and walked to the living room.

He sat down on the couch, I straddled his lap, deepened the kiss, I felt his hardness underneath me so I slowly grind against him, pulled away from the kiss, looked at him, he bite his bottom lip and said " Oh fuck. "

I kissed and sucked on the left side of his neck leaving a hickey, I felt his hands go down my spine and went back to my waist, I pulled away from his neck, looked at him and said " Touch me, please. "

Taehyung moved his hands to my boobs, gave them a squeeze, I grind against him a little faster, I moaned, he kissed my lips, I kissed him back, and we both moaned against the kiss.

He squeezed my boobs again, moved his hands down to my ass, squeezed it and gave it a spank which made me jump a little and moaned against the kiss. I grind against him faster, I unbuttoned his shirt while he bring his hands to my back, unzipped my dress, I pulled away from the kiss, looked at him and moved my hands up and down his bare chest.

" Let's take this off. " He said.

I stopped grinding on him, we removed my dress and his shirt, threw them across the room, I continued grinding on him, he looked at my bra, cupped my boobs with his hands and gave them a squeeze.

" Oh fuck. "

Taehyung leave wet kisses on my neck to my chest, he licked my boobs, moved away, looked at me and said " Can I take off your bra? "

I nod my head and said " Sure. "

He took off my bra, threw it across the room, cupped my boobs, gave them a squeeze, gently pulled on my nipples, I let out a moan, he moved his left fingers away from my nipple, licked and sucked in it, I run my fingers through his hair and gently pulled on it which made him moan against my nipple.

With his left hand he bring it down to my ass, gave it a spank, I grind on him faster, moaned and said " Oh fuck, that feels so good. "

A few minutes later, we both cummed, I cupped his face with my hands, leaned in, kissed his lips, he kissed me back, deepened the kiss, lift me up and walked down the hallway.

I heard him opened the door, walked, he gently laid me down on the bed, hovered me, I bring my hands to his belt, he grabbed my wrists gently, put my arms above my head, pulled away from the kiss, and leave wet kisses to my neck to my chest.

Taehyung licked and sucked on my left nipple while his right hand goes down to my right thigh, slowly moved it up to my inner thigh, and circled my clit with his thumb.

I let out a moan and said " Oh fuck, yes that feels so good. "

His mouth left my boob with a pop, did the same attention to my right nipple, rubbed my clit faster, I leaned my head back, moaned his name, he moved his thumb away from my clit, his mouth left my boob with a pop, he looked at me and said " Can I take these off? "

" Yes, Taehyung. "

" Call me Daddy. "

" Yes, Daddy. "

He removed my thong, threw it across the room, I spread my legs, he rest his hands on my thighs, moved them up and down slowly, got in between my legs, spit on my clit, flicked his tongue on my clit and sucked on it.

I cupped my boobs with my hands, gave them a squeeze, gently pulled on my nipples, I moaned, he moved his mouth away from my clit, rubbed it with his thumb and bring his index and middle finger to his mouth and get them wet.

Taehyung pulled his fingers away from his mouth, insert them inside my pussy slowly, began to finger me, I moaned, he fingered me a little faster and deeper. He flicked his tongue on my clit, sucked on it, the wetness of my pussy echoed the room along with my moans, I ran my fingers through hair hair and gently pulled on it.

" Oh fuck, Daddy. That feels so good. Keep going. "

A few minutes later, I moaned his name out loud, my pussy clenched on his fingers and said " Fuck, I'm gonna cum. "

" Cum for me baby. Come on, cum for Daddy. "

I cummed on his fingers, he pulled them out of my pussy, bring them to his mouth, licked and sucked on them, let out a low moan, pulled his fingers out of his mouth, hovered me and kissed my lips.

I kissed him back, our tongues fought for dominance, he flipped us around, I deepened the kiss, felt his hands squeezed my ass and spanked it which made me moan against the kiss.

I pulled away from the kiss, leave wet kisses up and down his neck to his chest to his abs, moved my lips away, cupped his hard on, moved my hand slowly side to side, and gave it a gentle squeeze which made him let out a low moan.

I unbuckled his belt, took off his pants, threw them across the room, looked at his hard on through his boxers, cupped his hardness with my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze before taking off his boxers.

Threw his boxers across the room, wrapped my hand around his dick, licked his shaft to the tip, spit on it, spread it around his dick and slowly stroke him, looked at him and said " Does that feel good? "

He nod his head and said " Yes, keep going. That feels so good. "

I stroked his dick a little faster, he leaned his head back, moaned, with my free hand I cupped his balls, gave them a squeeze, opened my mouth, insert his dick in and gave him a blow job.

Felt his hand go to the back of my head, thrust his hips, felt him to the back of my throat, choked on his dick, he let out a moan and said " Fuck, your mouth feels so good. "

I relaxed my jaw, breathe through my nose, he moaned my name, I closed my mouth and he said " No, open your eyes. Let me see you. "

I opened my eyes, looked at him and he said " I love the way how you sound when you are choking on my dick. * Moans * It feels so good. "

A few minutes later, he cummed in my mouth, I moved my mouth away from his dick, swallowed his cum, licked the shaft to the tip, and licked my lips.

" Come here. "

I hovered him, he cupped my face with his hands, leaned in, kissed my lips, I kissed him back, he flipped us around, he is hovering me and deepened the kiss. Our tongues fought for dominance, Taehyung pulled away from the kiss, opened the drawer from the nightstand, grabbed a condom, looked at me and said " Tell me baby, do you want to continue with this? If not, that's fine. "

I shooked my head and said " No, I want to continue. "

" Are you sure? "

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulled him close to me, kissed his lips, he kissed me back, I pulled away, looked at him and said " I'm sure. "

" Alright. "

I unwrapped my arms away from his neck, he put on the condom, looked at me and said " If you want me to stop, your safe word is purple. "

" Okay. "

He slowly insert his dick inside my pussy, I let out a gasp, he looked at me and said " You okay? "

I nod my head and said " Yes, I'm okay. Keep going. "

He thrust his hips, my boobs bounced up and down with every thrust he made, the headboard banged on the wall, he looked at me and said " Look at you, taking my dick like a good girl you are. You don't know how long I've been waiting to fuck you. "

I moaned and said " Me too. "

Taehyung wrapped my legs around his torso, fucked me deeper and faster, our skins slapping against each other echoing the room, he moaned and said " Fuck, Y/n. You feel so fucking good. "

" Daddy! "

" Yes, * Moaned * that's it. Moan for me baby, let me hear you. "

I moaned out loud, bring my hands to his back, moved them up and down, rake my nails on his back which made him let out a moan and said " Oh fuck. "

Taehyung fucked me faster, I moved my arms away, fist the bed sheets, he leaned back, rubbed my clit fast, " Oh fuck!! Daddy! "

" I love it when you call me Daddy, it turns me on so much. "

He wrapped his right hand around my throat, choked me, I moaned out loud and he said " If you can't breathe, tap my hand and I'll let go. "

" Yes, Daddy. "

I spread my legs more wider, he fucked me sloppier, I leaned my head back, he rubbed my clit faster and said " Y/n fuckkk. "

His moans turned me on so much, his sex faces turned me on, his deep voice turned me on, everything about him turns me on and he is fucking me so good. To be honest with you, I've never been fucked like this before and I am loving it.

A few minutes later, we both cummed, he unwrapped his hand away from my neck, pulled out of my pussy, got oft the bed, changed his condom, looked at me and said " Go on all fours for me. "

I go on all fours, felt him leave wet kisses on my back, he squeezed my ass, gave it a spank which made me jump a little, and he spanked my ass again before inserting himself inside my pussy.

Taehyung rest his hands on my hips, fucked me a little fast, I fist the bed sheets, he squeezed and spanked my ass, we both moaned, he grabbed a fist fold of my hair, pulled on it, whispered sweet nothings in my ear and gave my cheek a kiss.

He let go of my hair, grabbed my arms, put them behind my back, fucked me harder and faster, I let out a gasp, moaned out loud and said " Fuck, Daddy!! "

" Yes, Y/n. Fuck! "

A few minutes later, we both cummed, he pulled out of my pussy, spanked my ass and said " Go lay down on your side. "

I did what he said, watched him put on a new condom, laid down behind me, kissed my neck, lift up my leg, insert his dick inside me and fucked me.

We both let out a moan, I looked at him, we looked at each other with lust in our eyes, he leaned in, kissed my lips, I kissed him back, he wrapped his hand around my throat, choked me and fucked me harder.

I pulled away from the kiss and " Oh fuck! "

" Tell me baby, how do you feel? Huh? "

" So good. "

" Yeah? Who's making you feel good, hm? "

" You are. "

" Who? "

" You Daddy! "

He kissed my cheek, looked at me and said " Hold your leg for me. "

I hold onto the leg he was holding, he bring his hand down, rubbed my clit fast, I closed my eyes and moaned out loud.

" Yes, yes, Y/n. " He continued leaving kisses on my cheek and whispered sweet nothings in my ear.

A few minutes later, we both cummed, he unwrapped his hand away from my neck, I looked at him, he kissed my lips, I kissed him back, he gave my clit a little spank which made me moan against the kiss and pulled out of my pussy.

He pulled away from the kiss, looked at me and said " How are you feeling? "

" I feel so good. "

He smiled and said " I'm glad. Come on, let's get you cleaned up. "

I nod my head, we got off the bed, he took off the condom, we changed the bed sheets, walked over to the bathroom and took a quick shower.

Once we are done, he gave me some clothes for me to wear, looked at me and said " You look so cute with my clothes on. "

I smiled and said " Thank you. "

He cupped my face with his hands, leaned in, kissed my lips, I kissed him back, he pulled away from the kiss, we said good night to each other and I walked over to the guest bedroom.

I closed the door, leaned my back on the door, blushed at what happened, I can't believe I just had sex with my best friends Dad.

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♡ ENHYPEN WHEN THEY REVEAL YOUR RELATIONSHIP

PAIRING. idol!enhypen x idol!reader

GENRE. fluff, romance, humor

WARNING. mild swearing

NOTE. I wrote this while i was getting a massage. It was amazing. Also do u guys wanna read any reaction tropes ?? because i am starting to not know what to write next.

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HEESEUNG | the wallpaper

Hee would be the type to accidentally show his phone screen in a wlive. (I’m sooo not used to typing wlive instead of vlive) like, he’d definitely just put his phone on the table of the live, explaining something to Engenes and all of a sudden, his mom texts him. Notification pops up, and Engenes would go feral because—low and behold, you’re his wallpaper. Except he ended the live before an Engene could point out his wallpaper, and he wouldn’t suspect a single thing; going to bed peacefully after. Only when he woke up to a million missed calls did he go; oh shit.

JONGSEONG | the accidental softlaunch

you guys would be going on a date. He takes pictures of you eating a bagel in a cafe because gosh! You’re so cute??? You upload the pictures of you eating this bagel, and your fans love it!! Wanting to share the moment with Engenes too, Jay decided to take a picture of the bagels and drinks you guys got. He tried to be careful, really! He got rid of your coffee from the view and made sure to only get pictures of his share of the food! If only he thought about the window reflection, showing your strawberry patterned skirt…

JAEYUN | the speaking before thinking

Gosh, this man… he’ll give you a headache for sure. Man exposed your relationship in a live. A LIVE. Literally no take backs. Engenes will just be like, “yo do you like mint choco ice cream jakeypoo” and he’ll be like “nah, but you know who does?” Both engenes AND him thought of Sunoo, but his mouth didn’t. “(Reader) 🤭” There’ll be a moment of silence all of a sudden, from both sides. He’ll try his best to deny allegations (man would he be fighting for his life..) but it’ll be too late by then.

SUNGHOON | the dispatch article

Yeah. Y’all weren’t slick. Went on a date with dyed hairs. Like?? Ya go out like that and expect to not get caught. (bfr) But yeah, Han river date. All was fun and cute until you hear a camera shutter. Both you and Hoon turn around slowly to the stalker. The three of you glance at each other, and all of a sudden you both chase after the stalker. It was terrifying from the stalker’s viewpoint, but it was already sent to the company by the time you and Hoon caught up with him, so too bad ig..

SUNOO | the one who couldn’t contain their expression

This is him, cop!! The delulu one! (Jk that’s us) He was literally in the airport, about to fly to Europe for some kcon event. Your group did the pictures before his, and a fan noticed you both kinda have similar outfits. (This is not coincidental, he actually made you both match clothes) Now, this fan is one of those shipper kinda fan… (like those Lisa and Jungkook ones 💀) and so they yelled out, “Sunoo, did you match with Yn today? That’s such a cute couple outfit!” And then he let out the most high-pitched, flustered giggle. Like deadass. It rang through the airport and his members gave him the stare.

JUNGWON | the actually planned one

Yeah. If it ain’t you who slipped the relationship, then it isn’t being slipped accidentally. Like—ever. This man is prepared to make you guys be undercover agents atp. He ain’t slippin’. But, he does get pouty behind cameras and a bit impatient that he can’t just hold your hand. So, after having the green flag from you and your company; he talked to his company about it! You won’t know how he convinced Hybe, (those boba eyes i swear.) but he did so before you knew it—Hybe released a statement!

NIKI | the one who did it because he felt challenged

One day, he texted you “what if i expose our relationship 😛” You thought it was one of those jokes again, yk? and so you said “all words no actions 🤥🤥” Why you challenged a kid who’s genuinely so competitive? Literally no thoughts in your brain when you said that to him. Next thing you know, you got an emergency call from your ceo. You know why? Because your boyfie decifed to post a tweet of you guys, with a caption saying “me n my adorable shmookerpump on a date 😋🩷 #NIKI #YN #NIKIYNBESTCOUPLEFR”

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right where you left me, 1. : jjk jungkook x reader 1950's au, biker au exes to lovers

tws: mention of illness, controlling behaviour

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June, 1959

Your mother is sick. 

When your brother sent you the telegram, you had expected it to be another plea to visit more, to bring Junghee to see your ageing family a little more often. To help out more with the family business. For years now, you had been the ungrateful daughter that had run away from town at twenty and never looked back. In your family’s eyes, that was a betrayal. 

Growing up, you were always the one who lessened the burden for your family. Your father had been sadly killed during World War Two, and the tensions on the homefront had taken your eldest brother from you a year after you left. In between the passing of your father and your departure from the seaside town where you grew up, you had spent the majority of your time taking care of those around you. You’d never asked for anything, never wanted for anything more than what your mother and older brothers were prepared to give you, even if that sometimes meant upsetting you. 

Your family weren’t poor, not by any means. You had a good home, good education and a slew of well-bred friends. You had been given the luxury to spend your time with a multitude of kind, if not slightly boring girls, and for a long time you had believed you were lucky. It wasn’t until you turned eighteen that your friendships seemed to pose an issue, and later led to the aforementioned escape. 

The hand holding the telegram trembles slightly, and you place the letter on the table. Any moment now, Junghee will come running down the stairs ready for breakfast, and here you are daydreaming of the past. You haven’t allowed yourself to do that in a long time, and you have come too far to fall victim to painful memories now. 

As if sensing your turmoil, your five year old daughter bounds down the steps and rushes through the archway into the small kitchenette. Her hair is mussed, dark and thick, falling over her small shoulders while she stares up at you bleary eyed. 

“Morning, mama,”

“Come on, sweetheart,” You usher your child onto the seat at the tiny kitchen table, “time for breakfast,”

It’s only when you say the words that you notice the lump in your throat, and you know that no matter your complicated relationship with your hometown and with your mother, you are upset to hear that she is so unwell. The familiar guilt you had always felt as the only daughter comes rushing back so fierce it takes your breath away, and you brace a hand on the kitchen chair to steady yourself. 

“Where’s papa?” Jung-hee asks, her tiny fist wrapped around the spoon she uses to dunk into her cereal, splattering milk on the tablecloth. She doesn’t look up at you, and you wonder if perhaps she has inherited your traits as a child, keeping to herself, maintaining a meek, quiet demeanour. You dearly hope she hasn’t. 

With a deep inhale, you swallow the emotions clogging your throat and grab the hairbrush off the counter, gathering her knotted locks and combing through them gently, “Papa is away this week, remember?”

Youngsik hadn’t wanted to leave, but running a business from home isn’t feasible, and so you understood when he pressed a quick kiss to your lips early this morning and jumped into a taxi. Despite the love you feel for your husband, whenever he kisses you, that familiar deep pang of longing always bursts free seeking its mate. You don’t know how many times in the last six years of your marriage that you’ve had to focus on something else, anything else, to get the feeling to go away. 

It seems that even here in Seoul, far away from your family or from the memories your hometown provokes, you can’t escape the lingering feelings of lost love. Perhaps you never will, and it’s that thought that keeps you awake at night. 

The train is smooth despite the rough terrain, and you attempt to focus on Junghee sitting in your lap and looking out for animals to distract yourself from the fact you are returning home for the first time in seven years. Even though there are a couple of hours left of the journey, you can practically feel the suffocating energy of the town ahead drawing you in, taunting you. 

It’s hard to predict what awaits you in Busan, but one thing for certain is that you will come face to face with your mother for the first time since you begged her to let you move to Seoul and finish your studies there. Teary eyes, a broken heart, sobs wracking your body with such ferocity that even now you find it hard to draw in a breath from the memory alone. 

Your mother was always a cold woman; quiet, reserved and hell bent on making sure her children slotted neatly into society. Everywhere had a social ladder, and even in a sleepy place such as Busan, there was always a hierarchy that your mother strived to maintain. One foot out of her carefully calculated plan inspired a world of icy anger that scared you more than your father’s fiery temper had as a child. 

It’s her dark, penetrating stare that you remember most about the rainy night you made your getaway. The moment your mother got a chance, she had bundled you onto the first train with a healthy envelope of money and a promise from you to only return once you had fixed the mess you had made of yourself. Within a year, you were a straight A student with a new husband from a wealthy family, and in her eyes, that was success. 

You hadn’t thought so, but Youngsik had been kind to you, and so it was easy to let yourself love him. Though no amount of love from a good man could ever repair the scars left by the one person you hope never to see again. 

And also the one person whose eyes you need on you the most, though you will only admit that to yourself in the dead of night, faced away from your husband in bed, staring out into the darkness of your bedroom. Right now, on a train packed full of people that are likely to remember your family name, you have to remain poised. 

Once the train pulls into the station, you step into the role of a dutiful daughter, wife and mother, tugging your child along with you through the small train station. It’s early evening now, and the fog from the sea has begun to settle, a warm, wet humidity clinging to the air around you, almost suffocating you in its grasp. After so long in the suburbs of Seoul, it’s hard to readjust to the salty sea air that coats the inside of your lungs with a nostalgia you hadn’t even realised you were missing. 

“Y/N,” A voice slashes through the silence and you turn your head to see your brother, Sangchul, waiting for you. He is much older now, a moustache shadowing his top lip. If you look closely, you can almost make out a feathering of grey hair at his temples and the worn smile lines that deepen as his eyes drift down, “And my little niece,”

“It’s been a long time,” You smile, though it fails to reach your eyes with the stark reminder of why you are here in the first place. Sangchul looks so much like your mother, it’s difficult to prevent the mist from coating your vision, and all at once you feel your brother’s arms wrap around you in a hug that would be out of character if the two of you weren't about to become motherless as well as fatherless.

Sangchul’s voice is gruff, and he squeezes you a little tighter when he speaks. You have a feeling it’s more for him than it is for you, however. “Too long,” he pulls back, eyes glassy, but piercing - so much like your mother, “It’s been four years since you last visited, Y/N,”

Sangchul scolding you is one of the many things you had expected when you stepped off the train, but it still stings, and once again you’re sent back to the past, feeling like the teenage sister who disobeyed his rules one too many times. 

“I’m sorry, Sangie,” You say, though it’s hard to force the affection into your voice. Sangchul was never your favourite brother, but since Sungho’s passing, he is all you have left, “You know how hard it is for me to come back here,”

His frown only deepens, “I hope you aren’t comparing seeing your family with seeing that vermin,” even now, years later, you still flinch when Sangchul calls him that, “I don’t want you mentioning Jeon J - “

“Please don’t say his name,” You let out a shuddering breath, panic tightening your chest. You haven’t heard his name in seven years, and you need to keep it that way for as long as feasibly possible. You are here for your mother, and nothing else.

Sangchul seems satisfied with your reaction, if a little uncomfortable, but he makes a gruff sound, bending at the knee to greet your daughter before helping the two of you with your bags. 

The view outside the car window is remarkably unchanged from your last visit, though your hesitancy to make any journeys out of your mother’s home meant you saw very little. With an intense fear of locking eyes with him, you’d travelled from the train station to your mother’s house, only leaving when you were due to get the train back two days later. The anxiety every visit back home brought you only meant you spent the last four years putting off visiting, until almost half a decade passed without you even realising. 

By the time you pull up to the house, Junghee is almost fast asleep, her head lolling against your arm and Sangchul offers to take the bags so you can carry her up to her room. Formerly your room - now, you stay in the guest room, fit for you and your husband, though his absence won’t be felt much. Your family has only ever met Youngsik once, and that was at your wedding. Since then, your mother has either been too tired to travel or your husband has been too busy. 

For some reason, their opinion of your husband has never bothered you, despite the trouble you have caused your family in the past regarding such matters. You never let yourself dwell on why that might be, too scared for what the conclusion might lead you to. 

When you walk into your old bedroom, you’re instantly hit by a wave of familiar scents. As always, a bouquet of white roses sits on the windowsill, and you have to look away the moment your eyes land on them. You’re thankful that you won’t be staying in this room, aware already as you nestle Junghee under the blankets how difficult seeing it all is. So many memories come flooding back to you, and it’s only when you’ve put your daughter to bed and raise a hand to your cheek that you even notice the tears falling. 

“It’s difficult,” Sangchul says, his sudden presence at the doorway startling you a little, “Mother is sleeping now. The doctor will be here in the morning, he comes by every day to check on her. I’ll wake you when he’s here,” he stands back, letting you leave the room, and suddenly you can breathe again, “Get some sleep, Y/N,”

He leaves you then, stood in the hallway with your arms wrapped around your waist, staring into your former bedroom and fighting off the debilitating need to sink into the past. You won’t let yourself, not now, not ever. Once you’re in the neutral space of the spare room, you sit onto the bed, swallowing a sleeping pill with a glass of water and sinking into the plush mattress. 

When sleep comes, it gives you no reprieve from the memories that plague the outskirts of your mind, and when you awake just a few hours later, you can feel the sweat soaking the nape of your neck. This week was never going to be easy, but you realise that your delay in visiting may have just made things all the more challenging. 

Falling back into sleep again, you don’t fight the memories this time, letting them come as they wish. It’s with a sigh of relief and a deep, longing ache in your chest that you fall into a deep slumber, drifting through images of dark eyes and even darker nights. Soft kisses, forbidden love and the one man you never let yourself think about.

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My Little Saesang (Part 1)

chubby reader x idol jungkook

Summary: Y/N had been a super fan for a while. Some would say bordering on saesang or creep level. She didn't think she was one, till she experienced an incident that made her stop being a fan. She had never thought that Jungkook or any of BTS ever noticed her, as she was part of the masses of obsessive fans. But they had. Especially, one doe eyed idol in particular. He never thought he would miss his fan, or shall we say saesang. Yet, he couldn't help but notice her absence. And he didn't know when her presence started to matter to him so much.

Disclaimer: The Jungkook represented in this fic does not reflect the true actions or thoughts of the real life Jungkook. Please treat this fic as exactly what it is, fiction

Triggers: Critique of fandom culture and kpop as a whole, identity crisis, eventual smut

Note: Not proofread. Slated to be approximately 4 parts or less.

"Y/N, what the hell are you still doing in that cafe? Didn't we come over here to spy on Jungkook at his house before he heads off to M-CountDown for his performance? I don't remember scheduling a pit-stop for you to have a second lunch", Kim-Hee glared down at me through her thick framed black glasses that honestly sort of made her look like a sexy principal. Anger at being diverted from her goal of catching the tan pop-star in his sweaty excellence seemed to cloud her vision.

I retorted back with a snort, "You know me very well at this point, after being my fellow saesang comrade in arms for close to 2 years girl. I am digesting my food baby as we speak and will soon be ready for delivery in that nasty garbage ass smelling toilet. I have a date with the shits, so to speak. Don't you see that my jeans are popped open and the zip down ready to go. I don't got the energy to chase this man today. Our stunt at New York was bad enough, don't you think"? Shaking my head at her idiocy even after knowing me for so long, I exclaimed, "Feel free to chase him in time for his ending fairy if you feel like it though. I am just not feeling it today".

Kim Hee, my bestie, stared at me with squinted eyes, black tiny eyes glittering in the harsh sun, "Girl, you were the one who had this all scheduled out a month back? How could you not bloody commit at the crucial time!!!! Our fucking junior fans are counting on your stupid ass". I waved my right at her in dismissal, ramen sauce covering my lips like a new Fenty lipstick that I just could not afford right now with my measly ass job as janitor at KBS.

I snarled back in irritation, "Tell those kids to go and study in college, that's more important than following his dumb ass anyways. He won't remember them for their troubles. At max, he will remember a few fans from their initial debut days , get married to a rich ass plasticky actress, have beautiful spoiled kids, and die a rich philanthropist. Saesangs don't get paid if you catch my point. Honestly, if it paid as a job, I would consider it. But I think I may have to retire". I patted my distended stomach in contentment, satisfied with the first proper meal I had in 3 days, stalking JK with my team all over New York and then catching a flight to Korea for his album showcase.

My bestie stared at me now in shock, with wide eyes, hands waving in the air, clearly confused at my statements, "Didn't you just say a week ago that this was all worth it? That supporting our faves, especially BTS, and the lord and savior himself , Jungkook, was a noble passion to pursue? Why have you suddenly done a 180 on us and him like this"? I flinched visibly at her reminder of what I used to be and who I used to be. The person she described felt foreign to me now. Ever since I opened my eyes and saw what fans, especially super fans like us, who didn't have a life outside of BTS suffered, I was a reformed woman. A reformed woman who had decided as of now to save all my money for some botox and a dental appointment, some clothes for mom and dad, and a hot meal for my younger sister. I was going to go from being a crysallis to a butterfly. In essence, I was going to woman the fuck up. That's what the fuck I was about to do with my life.

With this aim in mind, I slammed my fist against the plastic table, startling Kim Hee. "Bestie, you never got close enough to JK to see how much he hated it, okay? He hated us in those moments that we invaded his privacy. Remember that one time I snuck up on the set of them filming "Black Swan" to give him a godiva chocolate my mom had brought back from Sweden?" Kim Hee nodded in assent, clearly knowing how much of big deal it was for me to part with food of any kind, for any reason, for anyone (Even my own family). I loved luxury chocolate and food in general. Nobody could rip it out of my hands , as evidenced by Kim Hee and all our friends in middle school when I slapped a guy stupid and hit him in the nuts for taking a ferrero rocher out of my hands---the motherfucker.

I continued ,"Well I gave it to his hands while he was waiting outside at the entrance of the set. Even normies like me are allowed on that area, it was not a restricted filming area. I just left the chocolate next to where he was sitting, with a red bow (his name engraved on it) wrapped around it. He legit stared at me in confusion, like he had not seen me for the past 9 years, sneered at me, disdain in his beady black eyes and threw the chocolate in the dustbin like it was as figment of his imagination". Kim Hee stared at me in dismay, clearly knowing that what I considered the foremost cardinal sin in life was throwing away food, particularly expensive food.

I wrung my hands in the air, holding in my tears, "Bestie, it was white chocolate, do you understand? It was limited christmas edition. I could never afford that chocolate in my dreams , if not for one of mom's colleagues gifting it to her. Chili ,(my sister) was yapping about it for days, salivating, thinking she could bite into it. And I sacrificed it to an undeserving multi millionaire". I sat back down on the bench, numbly, tears streaming down my face. I was so done with him and the entire group at this point. I understand that what we do, Saesangs, stalkers, whatever they like to call us, is not correct. We should not be so invasive. But I always told the kids who followed in my footsteps that we could support them, but just not to the point that we impinged on their personal lives. I had done some fucked up things as a newbie army, but two years into their debut, I understood that limits were required.

The most I had ever done since then, was to gift the members things as a fan. Whatever I could afford. Whether that was their favorite convenience store snack left by us on the set of one of their music video shoots. Or a pack of gum or their favorite desserts when we attended fan meets. I and the girls who followed me on these adventures, as I used to call them, never snuck into HYBE. We were of the more benign variety, not on par with the crazies who took the same flight as them (not that I could afford that), or collected saliva, sweat, and urine samples. For goodness sakes, we didn't even run after their vehicles, we just waved politely and jumped up and down like rabid dogs that had treats waved in their faces.

The moment I was compelled to stop following my fave, or I guess my former bias as of now, was simply when he casually looked at the chocolate I had left next to him as though it were poison, and tossed it in the trash without looking back. That was when I knew, I was worthless in his eyes, along with the rest of the fans who tried so hard.

We shelled out money saved up from little jobs and pocket money accumulated for months together, to buy expensive albums, merchandise, and anything else they put out. We forgo the little luxuries like nicer shoes and warmer coats in winter to buy tickets for outdoor showcases and shiver in the cold wind to just catch a glimpse of one of their half smiles. We stream their music that speaks of love that we do not comprehend, love whose face is so unfamiliar in our youth that we would pass it by as though it were a stranger. When we don't have anyone in our lives to hug us and hold us and kiss us, to wipe our tears and pat us on the back when we are down and to tell us that everything will be alright, we stare at them in the tabloids extrapolating who they could be in love with, fantasizing about a love that could never be ours. We live our lives, living for them, living around them as though we are satellites caught int he orbit of a bigger planet, and now, it does not make sense to me anymore.

It may just be a chocolate, stupid worthless and insignificant to him. It may be cheap, a show of cheap love that he wishes to spit on. But it wasn't cheap to me. My love wasn't cheap. Food isn't cheap, especially food bestowed with love. And I was done giving my love away for free, as though it meant nothing. As though it were a cheap cigarette to be smoked and discarded, ground under the foot of someone who had finished using it for a fleeting high. Cheap and dispensable and convenient, that's what we were, what I had become.

I cringed internally as my gaze redirected towards Kim Hee. I croaked out in determination while chewing on the remnants of soggy ramyun, "We are done babe. I am through with this horrible, parasitic relationship. I am going to figure out how to make myself rich or get rich through marriage. I am done being stupid, falling over myself for a guy or a group of guys who don't see or appreciate me. They get rich on my desperation, and I don't wish to give them that power anymore".

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ꨄFirst and Lastꨄ

⁺˚*･༓☾ [ Jeon Jungkook x Gn!Reader fanfic ]

╰┈➤ ❝ [ The first and last times you ever saw Jeon Jungkook, the person you knew since you were thirteen, the person who loved you until he won his heart when you were seventeen. The person you cruelly broke up with when you were twenty-two. The person who never stopped loving you, no matter how much it hurt, and the person you could still never forget. ] ❞

╰┈➤ ❝ [ Note: All ages in this fic are based on Korean Age. ] ❞

⁺˚*･༓☾ [ Word Count: 1080 ]

⁺˚*･༓☾ [ Contains: Childhood Romance, First Love, Breakups via text, ghosting, slight age gap (Two years) older Y/N ]

⁺˚*･༓☾ [ Most things other than the meetings themselves are very vague, as the focus are their first and last meetings. I MAY make a follow up tackling more of the relationship. Maybe. ]

The first and last times you ever saw Jungkook were similar, so much so you could argue they were essentially the exact same. And yet...They were so, so different.

The two of you met when you got off of that plane, stepping foot into Korea for the first time in your life at only thirteen years old, because your parents decided to ship you off there to be away and live with their old friends. You were scared, and you were alone. The only solace you had was you knew the language, as your mother was born in Korea herself, but you knew nothing else about your mother's home country.

You took one shaky breath in, and another breath out, wandering through the airport in search of where you were supposed to go. You were traveling alone, which was...Scarily unsafe, actually, but your parents had never exactly been...Responsible ones.

You wandered around for a while, until your eyes finally caught sight of a sign, reading 'Welcome to Korea, Y/N!' in Korean. You liked to believe you were the only Y/N entering Korea that day, but you couldn't exactly be sure. You didn't know what the family you'd be staying with while you're in Korea until...Further notice would look like.

You stood there for a few seconds, internally debating on whether or not to go over, before they seemed to notice you and the two parents immediately started grinning, approaching you where you stood.

"Are you Y/N by any chance? Y/N L/N? Eun-Hee's daughter?" Asked the mother, to which you nodded. You gazed at her, fidgeting with your sleeve and shifting your weight from foot to foot.

"Yes, I'm Y/N...Its nice to meet you Ajumma." You greeted her with a shaky voice. You knew your Korean was good, as you were speaking it since birth alongside English, but even if it was...Tied for your first language, you still sometimes forgot things, or didn't pronounce certain words properly. And that was scary to think about to you, as you didn't want to accidentally mess up your first impression.

"You look so much like your mother when she was your age." Smiled the woman, and her husband gave you a smile that mirrored hers. They both seemed kind and so warm, in a way that made you feel slightly at ease though not nearly as much as you'd like to be.

"This is our youngest son, Jungkook. Our eldest is in classes right now." Smiled the man, gesturing to a boy around your age, maybe a little younger, who was standing behind him and looking at you like you were an alien who just descended from a space ship, but he also had this awe-struck expression. "He's about two years younger than you. Our eldest is your age."

You gazed at Jungkook, who just gazed back at you, before giving a tiny wave and a small, shy smile.

"Hello..." Said Jungkook quietly, gazing at you with big, doe-like eyes.

You looked at him for a few more seconds, before giving him a  wide grin. He was...Absolutely adorable.

"Hi."

The last time the two of you met, was under different circumstances. The two of you had been close ever since you arrived—Attached at the hip even. At some point early on, that closeness developed into a childish bout of one-sided puppy love. And then that puppy love morphed into Jungkook at the ripe age of twelve deciding that he wanted to marry you when you were both older, and voicing that opinion to you. You thought it was cute.

And then, at some point, that morphed into you starting to catch feelings as well when he was around fifteen, and subsequently dating. Your relationship...It was strong, until it wasn't. Until he was too busy to spare you any time or even a text, and you were too fed up to put up with it anymore, and you broke up with him over text.

You broke up with him when he was twenty, and you were twenty-two, five years after you started dating in the first place. It was...An insensitive breakup, you supposed. A breakup that was effectively you texting him "I'm breaking up with you" and then not quite blocking him, but muting all notifications from him and deleting all messages. Essentially cutting him out of your life for good.

You moved back to your home country shortly after, where you stayed for many more years, until you came back to Korea for a friend's wedding many years later.

You stepped foot into Korea for the second time in your life, and the first since your breakup with Jungkook. You looked around, heading through the airport to where the bridal party would be waiting. You didn't know who else would be there, only that the couple was coming to pick you up.

Eventually you caught sight of the bride within a large group of people, all of which you recognized from highschool and the years following it. You grinned, approaching them.

"Y/N!" Gasped the bride, spotting you first and pulling you into a bear hug.

"Hi unnie." You laughed, squeezing her tight. "How've you been?"

"I couldn't be better." Grinned the bride, pulling you at arms length to inspect you. "You've gotten thinner, haven't you?"

"I'm the same weight I've always been, don't worry." You scoffed, playfully rolling your eyes.

"Dont give me that sass." She said, but her tone was still so playful.

That's about when your eyes locked onto another pair from behind her. Jungkook. A man you hadn't seen since you were twenty-two, eight years ago. He was entirely avoidable in America, luckily, and you'd only had to hear his music in passing a few times in ads, but other than that he's dropped from your radar. Until right now.

Jungkook looked at you as if you were an alien who'd descended right before his eyes. Yet this time...There was no awe in those wide eyes, just hurt, as a strained grin spread across his lips.

"Hello..." Said Jungkook quietly, gazing at you with big, doe-like eyes.

You looked at him for a few more seconds, before giving him an equally strained grin. It hurt seeing him again. Even if you were the one who ended it...You never quite lost those feelings you had.

"Hi."

[home2venus]

SWALLOW YOUR PRIDE

── ˖✮⋆˙꒰ pairing ꒱ ˒˓ jungkook x han so-hee ˒˓ seven music video universe  summary. a missing scene from the seven music video, from the perspective of freshly heartbroken jungkook genre/tags. pining, post-break up, (not so) unrequited love, incredibly whipped jungkook ─ this is jungkook's perspective of my other seven fic! read them here ⋆｡°༄˖°.🪐

Jeon Jungkook may have fucked up.

He’s not afraid to admit that, and neither is anyone else. Latto had cackled when he told her what happened, all broken up about being broken up with. She’s usually pretty cool about things, on his side, but she’s real with him too. The guys were kinder about it, but the general consensus was that Jungkook has maybe, definitely, fucked up.

So, it’s a messy situation, but it’s not impossible to fix. Jungkook’s a crafty guy, and he’s dedicated to everything he puts his mind to, so he’s sure that if he really tries, and really works hard he can fix this. He wants to fix it, desperately, because... well, because of everything. She’s everything.

She was everything. 

He needs to fix it. He needs to fix them. He can fix it, he knows he—

“Should leave her alone, right?”

“What?” Jungkook asks, snapping out of his thoughts. He’s sitting at a barstool, head in his hands with his elbows resting on the counter. He looks over to Latto, supremely unimpressed.

“She doesn’t want you, baby,” Latto shrugs, leaning next to him, eyes scanning the dancefloor absently as though she’s not actively ruining Jungkook’s life, “Give her some space, at least, before you rocket back into shit.”

“I need her to know—”

“You need to not push her into filing a restraining order,” Latto insists, rolling her eyes fondly. Jungkook pouts slightly, and she pats him on the shoulder, already walking away from him. He watches her leave, a little miffed and a little resigned because Latto is probably, definitely right, but he doesn’t want her to be.

“Then what should I do?” He yells at an already halfway gone Latto.

“Go home?” Latto yells back, “Go to therapy?” She disappears into the crowd, but he can hear her laughing to herself. 

So, Jungkook goes home. On the same train that he always does. At the same time as he always does. Jungkook, from the future, would like to claim that these factors make what happened next 100%, completely, absolutely, not his fault.

Jungkook steps on the train, emptier than usual but still bustling with people, and grabs the first empty seat he can find, sighing with relief as he just narrowly avoids standing in the shadow of a fairly gross looking businessman. He readjusts, stretching slightly as the train begins to move, and as he settles in his seat, he looks around the train and—

“You have got to be kidding me.”

Han So-hee is still as beautiful as the day they met, and still as devastating as the day she left.

“Um,” Jungkook says, and she rolls her eyes, beginning to stand.

“Excuse me,” So-hee starts to stand, looking to the people around her, “Do you want my s—”

The train shakes abrubtly, slamming her back into her seat, and she sighs, resigned and exhausted. She settles back into her seat, putting her earbuds back in with a pointed glare at him.

“Don’t say anything,” She bites out the words, like they’re painful, and they are painful, but more for Jungkook than her. Jungkook just nods, quiet and understanding. So-hee blinks, a little taken aback, but then she just rolls her eyes and returns back to her phone. Jungkook returns back to his too, but it’s absent, like he’s not fully there because he isn’t.

A different Jungkook wouldn’t have listened. He would’ve kept talking, pestered her into laughing and letting him back into her home, like he always did after arguments. But, current Jungkook knows he can’t do that anymore, that he did it one too many times, during an argument that was a little too serious, and now he can’t go back to her home, to what he always considered home, because he pushed her too far.

She gets off before him, because she always does. He can see the exact route she’ll take home in his head, memorized from nights where they stumbled back home together, drunk and giggly.

“I love you,” Jungkook says. He’s not sure if she hears him, but it doesn’t matter. He just needs to say it.

Through the departing train’s window, he watches her glance backward at him, before disappearing off the platform as a whole, into the streets of the city where she lives without him. 

Jungkook goes back to his apartment, and he realizes that he can’t live without her. Jungkook also realizes that she can live without him, that she doesn’t need him in the same way, and he wants to let her have that. He wants to try again, but he doesn’t want her to hate him.

So, Jungkook resolves to let her leave. 

Unfortunately, nothing is ever that easy. But, Jungkook would like to say that it’s not his fault.

Jungkook takes the same train he did when he was with her, because that’s the train he’s always taken, so he sees her constantly. Okay, whatever, that’s fine.

But, Jungkook goes to the same restaurants that he used to go to in university, back when him and So-hee would spend weekends and nights finding new, exciting places to eat, because he always goes to the restaurants. So-hee goes to them too, because she found them with him and has all the rights too, so he sees her at the restaurants and it’s hard to explain to every old woman behind the counter that no, they aren’t together anymore and haha, yeah, it’s all good, he just misses her more than he thinks he would miss his own lungs in his chest. So, he just... doesn’t tell them, and neither does she, and everyone still thinks they’re in love, so sometimes they sit across from each other in a restaurant booth to avoid any questions.

For practicality’s sake. 

Um. Anyways.

He sees her at the laundromat, and at this point, he misses her like the Earth would miss the Sun if it imploded in the sky. She’s in an old blue denim jacket from years ago, with her hair loose around her shoulders and messy as she slams around a laundry basket, clearly sick of him. He can’t help himself from looking though, swinging his legs atop his own washing machine, watching her load her clothes into the machine. His eyes catch on a faded sweatshirt he used to have years ago, his university logo faded and worn on the front of it, and he immediately averts his eyes. If she knows that he knows, she’ll give it back, because she’ll be embarrassed. The sweatshirt is proof he’s still something to her, he’s still useful, so if she gives it back, it’s one less sign that she doesn’t actually loathe him. He wants her to keep it, so he doesn’t say anything, not until the room starts to flood and they’re pushing at the ceiling.

I love you, he almost says when they make it out, and she starts on her way home, still soaked and angry. 

I love you, he almost says when he texts her about the police assuming her laundry was his, because his wallet had still been in her laundry basket. 

I love you, he almost says when she opens the door and lets him, and the laundry but mostly him, into her apartment and offers him coffee on instinct. 

Her cats brush at his hands and he coos at them like everything is normal, and she asks him about Jimin and work and if he could talk to the others about bringing her neice into the studio, and when he agrees, she says that she literally loves him, and Jungkook shatters.

“I love you,” Jungkook says, and So-hee doesn’t say it back, but she smiles a little bit, and lets him leave on his own, without slamming the door behind him. 

Things aren’t perfect, she doesn’t run back to him with open arms and beg to be married, but when he enters the place they used to study late into the night, begging the shop owner for just one more ramen bowl and a few more minutes, she takes her bag off the opposite seat, and doesn’t glare at him when he accidentally mumbles to himself too loud while working.

It’s not perfect, but it’s close, and missing her when she’s close is better than missing her when she’s far. At least she’s still in reach, and at least she still lets him look at her.

“I love you,” He says, without even thinking about it, and she doesn’t even look up.

“Yeah, yeah,” She says, the first aknowledgement since she broke up with him months ago, “Have you considered putting that energy into a job?”

“You’re better than a job,” Jungkook says, teasing but light, like she’ll shutter away if it’s not just a graze of a joke. She gives him a look, and he thinks shit, because oh no, oh god, he’s fucked it all up again and he—

“I’m better than everything,” She says back, a small smile playing on her face, a clear indication of her joke, “Get a better excuse.”

Jungkook misses her more than anything. Her eyes, and her hair, and her hands, and her cats, and her food, and her brain, but more than anything, he misses the way she makes him laugh out of nowhere.

He laughs, because of course he does, loud and disruptive, and it turns into choking giggles when the old ladies nearby shush him loudly. His eyes are shut, blinking rapidly to get away his tears, even though it really wasn’t that funny. It’s a mix of shock, and delight, and nostalgia making him inconsolably laugh, but his distraction stops him from noticing the way she grins fondly.It’s not an I love you, but it’s close, and he missed it. He missed everything about her. All he wants to do is get it back, and actually see it, see her, again.

[winterrnight]

SEVEN

AVISOS: Jungkook X Protagonista Original, Protagonista Gorda, eles são namoradinhos, inspirado em Seven - Jungkook, eles bem namoradinhos cheio de apelidinhos, Jungkook é um dengo com a namorada, acho que fluffly(?), ela com falso ciúmes e um pouco de malicia no fim(não consegui não colocar).

ALICE

As mãos tatuadas de Jungkook sobem por meu largo quadril.

Sua boca vem de encontro a minha, tentando me roubar um beijo. Um beijo o qual não deixo rolar, por conta do charme que eu fazia, desejando o deixar louquinho.

— Amor, não seja ciumenta.

Sua voz dengosa pede. Me olhando com aqueles olhinhos de jabuticaba com puro charminho, querendo me fazer ceder, mas eu que não pararia com o meu teatrinho de namorada ciumenta.

Seus braços rodearam minha cintura com força ao ver que eu pularia fora de seu colo. Seu rosto se enfiando em meu buchicho de fora, pela falta de pano na camisa curtinha, beijando ali até minha cintura.

Quase arrancando sem querer uma risada minha pelas cócegas e seu jeitinho de me fazer o perdoar.

— Bebê, me desculpa. Eu pensei que você não ligaria mesmo, você mesma disse que estava tudo bem em chamar a Han So-hee para gravar. — me solta um pouquinho, resmungando todo manhoso com o rosto apoiado em meus peitos agora. Olhando-me de baixo para cima com aqueles olhinhos brilhosos, que parecia ter toda a inocência do mundo ali. — Me desculpa, eu não queria te deixar triste.

Não aguento mais fazer charminho para cima de si ao ver seu semblante começando a ficar todo amuadinho. Acabo rindo, pegando em suas bochechas fofinhas e beijando o biquinho que ali forma, pela pressão de minhas mãos em suas bochechas.

— Eu estava tirando uma com a sua cara, boco. — o chamo daquele jeitinho bem carinhoso, que ele nem entendia muito por ser do meu país de origem e não ter significado concreto na Coreia.

Suas sobrancelhas logo se erguem. Me olhando feio agora.

— Poxa, amor, eu realmente pensei que estava brava comigo.

Sinto seus braços me soltarem e logo o bico aparecendo em seus lábios. Observo seus braços se cruzando contra o peito e suas costas sendo encostadas no sofá, logo seu rosto virá para o outro lado.

Parece que o jogo virou.

— Ei, agora você que está bravo?

Me ajeito melhor em seu colo. Descruzando seus braços e os rodeando por mim própria em minha cintura.

— Eu estava tirando uma com sua cara, bobinho. Eu sei que você não faria nada pra me magoar, bebê. — cutuco sua bochecha com o dedo. —  Sei muito bem que é tudo trabalho. E olha aqui, boco. — chamo sua atenção, o vendo me olhar de canto de olho. — Eu sei que você é todinho meu, Jeon Jungkook. Só meu.

E é só eu falar isso para ver um sorrisinho aparecendo no cantinho de sua boca. Fui certeira com as palavras em si.

Jungkook amava quando eu usava pronomes possessivos consigo.

Seu rosto logo se vira e sinto suas mãos segurarem com vontade agora em minha cintura.

— Sou seu, é?

— Sim. Todinho meu. — beijo sua boca, deixando um beijinho desleixado.

Separo minha boca da sua com um sorrisinho pincelando meus lábios.

— Está tudo bem mesmo?

— Sim, boco. Mas… — me afasto de seu peito, ficando sentada em suas coxas. — Uma música pra mim, é? Era por isso que não me deixava entrar no estúdio então?

Não controlo a língua. Não quando sei o quão isso o deixaria envergonhado.

E eu amava o ver coradinho. Ele ficava tão bonitinho.

E é dito e feito, suas bochechas pegam o tom avermelhado rapidinho.

— Não gostou?

— Não esperava nenhum pouco, mas amei, boco. Ficou muito boa a música, amor. Estou orgulhosa de você! — encho seu rosto de beijinhos.

E suas orelhas queimam com isso. Tirando uma gargalhada minha ao me afastar e ver.

— Bebê — manha envergonhado.

— Ok. Parei. Então… Agora vamos falar sobre isso…

Pego o controle jogado ao nosso lado. Soltando o play no som.

E é por isso que noite após noite

Eu vou estar te fodendo corretamente.

Segunda, terça, quarta, quinta, sexta, sábado e domingo.

— Vai me foder corretamente, é? Toda hora, todo minuto e todo segundo dos setes dias da semana? — pergunto maliciosa, vendo rapidamente o olhar inocente e envergonhado sumir ao sentir minha remexida em cima de seu pau, que acorda rapidinho. — Hei– ah!

Solto um gritinho com o susto de suas mãos segurando em minha cintura e me jogando deitada no estofado macio do sofá.

Suas mãos desceram por minhas coxas e as enroscaram em sua cintura. Não deixando de apertar com vontade, tanta vontade que fico surpresa por nunca ficar marcas de sua mãos em minhas grossas coxas.

Seus lábios se aproximam dos meus e logo escuto o sussurro:

— Sim. Vou foder direitinho todos os setes dias da semana, mas… E você, vai cavalgar direitinho?

[not-goldy]

https://twitter.com/BTStranslation_/status/1709156138992738678

I always see armys especially shipper army saying use 'partner' as we don't know their sexuality. But then why should we ? When even JK, like all of the boys, use girlfriend and female pronouns in songs and while addressing army? Here JK didn't even knew what was gender of the army commented but he automatically assumed it's a girl because they called him boyfriend. So I assume in his dictionary ome who calls him boyfriend = girlfriend. Not very queer of him tbh.

Don't do that. Don't be angsty for nothing.

He literally just explained Army = his girlfriend cos he technically has no girlfriend. So he's Army's boyfriend.

It's like an inside joke thingy now between him and Army don't be weird 🙄

BTS call Army their girl friends all the time. They call them wifeys, future wifeys and even best friends. And though interviewers try to normalize the whole 'girl friends' thingy to imply that BTS could all be straight Namjoon has been mindful to not affirm such biases

But he has a command over the English Language and can understand subtext and nuances better than the others.

Some times he tries to assist them with the language and I suppose explain some of these nuances to them like said bout Tae.

Not to say he doesn't know what he's doing but I think with little more experience into the game he would deploy the tool of language to effectively communicate his feelings and his thoughts.

Unfortunately, hetnormative language is the default setting until idols take positive steps to be inclusive.

Also let's not try to make him look dense or tone deaf or appear as that he lacks awareness about these things and how it affects a pocket of his fanbase, he's been to Harry Styles concert, worked with lil Nas X, Halsey and other queer dancers and artists and should reasonable be expected to be aware of some of these conversations.

My point is, you can't invalidate who he is. He's the same person who insists on challenging gender norms through fashion and expression and the same person who agreed to date a male fan.

When he said courage he knew exactly WHAT THAT MEANT.

You can think whatever you want of him but a single moment of his life where he jokes around with his fans does not undo his advocacy for inclusivity and consistent effort to influence and change the narrative around gender and gender expression or even sexuality.

In the famous words of a renowned Poet and philosopher, SET JUNGKOOK FREE HEE HEE

You don't really care about him