#jungkook fake twitter

[goldenluna317]

BTS twitter AU/SMAU - OC x BTS / 2

these are basic af but enjoy 🫶🏼

one < > three

[jichanxo]

was at my friend's karaoke party and was amusing myself by going "ahhh this is kuwagami" at as many songs as possible, and then we get to one song and i realise. this is kuwagami. as in, i've seen this music video before, but only in the context of kuwagami. anyway the art in question is this and this, and the music video is this. so glad to finally have context for this artwork lol even if it's by accident

[prettypjimin7]

fake love park jimin

[explicit-tae]

Ungodly Hour: Day 1

You and Jungkook are together for the whole weekend. All he truly wanted from you was to admit you were his girl - but like always, he had to fuck it out of you. @swga-ficrecs @rrrapmonste-rr @xtrataerrestrial @bangctans @danielle143 @taekritimin123 @thelilbutifulthings @jksjx

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warning: dirty talk, nipple sucking, slight kissing, neck biting, edging, face-slapping, cocky/jealous/possessive/dominant jungkook, bitchy/shit-talking but submissive reader, creampie, crying, begging,

“You cooked this?” your mother is first to ask once she bites into the meat, eyes growing slightly wide. “It tastes amazing.”

Jungkook gives a toothy grin and nods. “I added a secret sauce that my father has taught me.” 

You want to roll your eyes at Jungkook.

Dinner was going by smoothly. Around 20 minutes ago, your parents arrived. Your father appeared much the same, nonchalant and just ready to eat. Your mother did most of the talking. Her eyes roamed the apartment with prying eyes. She asked Jungkook and you questions after questions, all of which Jungkook responded to quickly and without hesitation. 

“How did you two really meet?” your mother asks after a moment. “I assume it couldn’t have been tweeter.”

You scoff. “No. It was not twitter.”

Jungkook places a hand atop yours and laughs. He wraps his fingers into your own and eyes you. He then brings your hand up to his lips and places a gentle kiss. “We met at the University.” Jungkook nods. “She was so cold to me at first.”

Your mother shakes her head. “Typical of her.”

“I must’ve asked her out a million times. I was shut down each and every time. Right, baby?”

You want to snatch that smirk off of his lips, but you only roll your eyes. 

“I think she got tired of my begging and agreed to a date.” Jungkook turns to your mother. “Ever since then, I’ve been attached to her like a lost puppy.”

Your father listens, not interested in speaking, but interested enough to appear apart of the conversation. “I’m glad.” your mother speaks. She takes a sip of her water. “Y/N can be a little mean.”

You knit your brows, but before you can speak Jungkook cackles. “She can!” he agrees.

Oh wow, you think. 

“But that’s what I love about her. She’s feisty and stubborn.” Jungkook looks your way, his eyes burning into you. You glance away from them and grunt, feeling hot. “And she always speaks up for me at restaurants when they get my order wrong.”

“That was once.” you quip. “You asked for extra sauce…”

“I did.” Jungkook nods. “I thought she was going to rip someone’s head off.” he tells your mother jokingly. “At least I know she cares.”

Jungkook was right - he had won over your mother.

That was expected, however. Your mother was easy to please. Jungkook was the equivalent of tall, dark and handsome. He’s easy to speak with and was such a smooth talker that it even had her swooning. He was affectionate, often kissing your hand or your head - more than usual, but you told yourself he was milking this to the very end. 

Now, your father was a different story. He was able to engage the man into conversation and actually hold it, having your fathers full and undivided attention. That is when you realized that Jungkook meant what he said - that even if this fake dating didn’t end with the both of you actually dating, that Jungkook would be there regardless. Your mother was already inviting him to dinner the following week and even hugged him before leaving - before she hugged you. 

“I’ll see you two next week?” your mother asks as she’s strolling out the door.

Jungkook wraps you in a tight embrace, his head resting on your shoulder. “You will!” he responds to her, waving curtly. “Y/N tells me about your cooking all the time. I can’t wait!”

You grumble - it was all the time, but you weren’t aware Jungkook was actually listening to your random ramblings. He was slowly winning your mother over that you were sure she would have him for dinner even without you there.

“You think you’re cute?” you push Jungkook off of you once the door is shut. 

“Is that the thanks I get for making a good impression?”

You cross your arms. “You know what you were doing complimenting her the entire night.”

Jungkook smirks. “Like mother, like daughter. You both like my praises.” Jungkook’s hands are on you again, bringing you closer to him. “I have to keep myself on top if I’m going to be competing against these boyfriends.”

Your hands are against his chest to push him away. “Ugh, take me home.”

“You aren’t staying the weekend?” Jungkook pouts his lips slightly. “We have to finish binge watching Law & Order.”

“You’re right.” you sigh for a moment. “And here I thought I had a chance to get rid of you.”

“You never can.” Jungkook’s right hand slaps your ass. You yelp, but it was only a gesture to bring you closer to him. He pecks your lips. “Let’s get going. We have the entire weekend ahead of us.”

The night shouldn’t have ended like this. You told yourself that you and Jungkook wouldn’t be entangled together - especially since you were watching Law & Order - there was no way Jungkook could ignore such an amazing series to get his cock wet.

But Jungkook had. 

It started with light touching. Jungkook’s bed is soft and it’s easy to be comfortable. He had gave you a shirt to wear - even if you had a weekend's worth of clothes - he insisted it would be best. You were certain he just wanted you in his shirt to appear more domesticated. 

Your first mistake was not wearing anything but the shirt and panties. Jungkook’s hands wandered upon your skin, his body dangerously close to yours. His hips would rut against your ass, prying hand going beneath the oversized shirt. “Just one kiss, Y/N. Don’t be like that.” was what he said - and you caved.

Of course it could never be one kiss. One peck led to him begging for more - and more. It led to him flipping you to face him, his hand squeezing the flesh of your ass to bring you closer to him. It continued with you being on top of him, tongues fighting against one another. His hands stayed upon your ass, rubbing gently as you and he kissed.

“We’re missing the show.” you protest, breaking free of the heated kiss. 

“We can always go back.” Jungkook eyes you with hooded eyes. “You look so pretty in my shirt.” he murmurs.

“Shut up, simp.” you roll your eyes jokingly.

“I can never compliment my girl without getting called a simp.” Jungkook tsks. His hands rub up your rib back down to your waist to your thighs. “It’s true, though. I wanna wake up with you like this every day.”

“I would have to actually be your girl for that to happen.” you retort. You gently grind against him, lips flashing him a mischievous grin. 

“You are my girl.” Jungkook hisses low, hands squeezing your hips to keep you firmly against him. “I got you in my shirt, don’t I?”

Jungkook and his logical comebacks. Damn him.

“I got you to stay with me this weekend, right?” Jungkook continues, his tongue coating his lips with moisture. 

“So?”

Jungkook manages to lift himself up without disrupting you. You and he are face to face now, your thighs caging him in between you. 

“So that makes you my girl.” Jungkook pecks your lips. “I know you like being called my girl, Y/N. Each time I say it you grind against me a little harder.”

Truly, fuck Jeon Jungkook because damn was he right.

“Exactly.” Jungkook murmurs, and for a second you believe he’s going to say something else - a comment that would indicate just how “down bad” you were for him. But no, Jungkook continues to stare at you.

You shift in his lap and with that, Jungkook blinks. “You’re really pretty.” 

You frown, knitting your brows together in an attempt to be annoyed - even if your heart did jolt. 

“My pretty girl.” Jungkook continues, his arms embracing you. “Far too stubborn to admit.”

“Is this how you ask out all your girls?” you snort, but feel yourself melting in his warm embrace. “Just demand for them to be with you?”

“There you go, Y/N.” Jungkook chuckles. “You go in that head of yours and start being delusional and fantasize me being with other girls.”

“Excuse me?” Delusional?

“Why are you adamant on me having multiple girls?” Jungkook gently kisses your forehead just because he knows it annoys you - his random acts of affection or kindness in a situation that is deemed “serious”.

You shrug your shoulders. “You fit the fuck boy aesthetic.” was all you say.

Jungkook snorts. “You think I have girls lining up to suck my dick in exchange for streaming services?”

You gasp. “We said we wouldn’t bring that up!” you hiss. 

“You’re right, baby. I’m sorry.” Jungkook smiles. “I just don’t see how you think I’m a fuck boy even now. I barked in order to meet your parents. I’m still getting laughed at in the groupchat.”

You suppress your own laughter, only giving Jungkook a grin.

“I basically fund your whole lifestyle. I think that’s far beyond a fuck boy.” Jungkook adds - but not in a way to throw it in your face or to appear as though you need him to. 

“A sugar daddy at best.” you shrug, but even you can’t help but laugh at the bewildered look on Jungkook’s face. “You do know you aren’t obligated to buy me things.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes - it was the same song and dance as before. He’d get you something he heard you speak about once a few days prior - you would insist it wasn’t a need, but the sparkle in your eyes was enough for him to keep doing it. 

“As my girl…” Jungkook places a kiss at the nape of your neck. “...it’s required of me to.”

“Until you get bored and throw me to the side.” you feel Jungkook’s teeth bite down on your neck. 

“You do everything but admit you like me, baby.” Jungkook presses you firmly against him. “I’m beginning to think that’s what you want me to do so you can remain in denial.”

Jungkook’s hands go beneath the large shirt of his you wore. Your skin is so soft and smooth - the both of you shudder. 

“You’re okay.” you murmur, biting your lip when you feel both of his hands engulf your breasts. 

“Just okay?” Jungkook’s tongue twirls on the spot he bit. “I can have you on your back begging for me in seconds, baby. Nothing about me is ‘just okay’.”

Your play hard to get was not going to last - especially not now. The cocky Jungkook was creeping in, and he knew that your words were nothing but bluffs.

“I’m sure I would be the same way with someone else.”

You couldn’t help it. It was a game for you at times to rile up Jungkook. He was the jealousy and competitive type - he had to prove that he was the best at any and everything he did. 

“You want me to fuck you so bad.” Jungkook chuckles, but you can hear the slight irritation in his voice - deep and raspy; ready to prove you wrong. You shudder slightly as goosebumps ride across your skin.

You really did. You were already wet enough, his hands and mouth adding to it. There was nothing like Jungkook fucking your petty words right out of you.

“You do this every time, Y/N.” Jungkook bites your neck harshly and you yelp, squirming. “You love messing with me. It must turn you on seeing me fuck the submission into you.”

You swallow thickly to suppress a moan. “I just give you what you want.” you shrug slightly. 

“What do I want?”

“Someone to moan for you no matter if it feels good or not.”

You were playing a dangerous game with Jungkook, but it just brings nothing but excitement through you. 

You yelp once more when you feel your hair being yanked. “You’re being a bitch again, baby.” Jungkook murmurs, but even he is amused by your attempts. You can never just tell him that you want him - never tell him that you want him to dominate. Instead, you deny or insinuate the opposite just to give him a reason to prove you wrong.

But Jungkook said it once before, he loved your ‘play hard to get’ game you played with him; when he had you it was much more satisfying. 

“Isn’t that what you like about me?” you tease, and even in the dim room - law and order playing ignored in the background - you are beautiful to him, eyes sparkling with mischief. 

“Love it.” Jungkook presses his lips firmly onto yours, his tongue sliding past your mouth. It’s quick and he’s rough, but you cannot protest. His hands are gripping your flesh so hard that you feel as though they’d leave a mark.

Jungkook yanks the shirt off of you, tongue instantly finding both of your breasts. Your legs are wrapped around him, his clothed cock pressing firmly against you.

“Why can’t you be normal?” Jungkook’s lips pops from your nipples, his tongue licking it furiously. “A normal girl would just tell me she wants me to be a little rough and not provoke it out of me.”

Jungkook grips both of your breasts into the palm of his hands and brings both of your nipples into his mouth.Your back arches at the warm sensation pooling through you. 

“I-I have to tell you how to fuck like a man?”

There was a new sensation when the words left your mouth and hit Jungkook’s ears. It’s a sensation that shoots straight to your core and leaves your cheek stinging.

The room is silent, Jungkook’s eyes wide watching your reaction for a moment. He’s ready to apologize for not thinking before he slaps you, but it’s your moan that draws him back to reality.

“You liked that?” Jungkook murmurs and you nod, biting your lip. Jungkook grunts, his mind wandering just how far you’d let him go.

Jungkook unwraps your legs from around him and removes himself from the bed. He drags you to the edge of it, you yelping at the sudden movement. Jungkook removes your panties and widens your legs. He’s cocky - through the flashing television light, he see’s how wet you are for him.

“Keep your eyes on me.” Jungkook demands.

You swallow, finding it difficult underneath his intense gaze. Jungkook lowers himself, burying his tongue deep within your folds. He forces your legs open each time you threaten to close them. His eyes are locked onto your fluttering ones, watching as you moan and cry for him. You were so beautiful for him - if only you’d allow him to admire your beauty. Oftentimes when he looked your way, you were quick to respond with a witty remark.

“Fuck…” you groan, breaking eye-contact just as he enters his fingers inside of you. You lay your head back and continue to pant. 

“You never allow me to treat you nicely.” Jungkook removes his tongue from your clit to spit on it, continuing his pumping. “If you’d let me, I would take good care of you.” Jungkook licks his lips, the wet sounds of your pussy like a melody to his ears. “But instead, you want to be a bitch. I don’t get it.”

“K-Kookie…” you draw out a moan, a hand cupping your breast. You can feel the familiar churning in your stomach. “I’m gonna cum-”

“No you aren’t.” Jungkook removes his fingers from inside of you, hand slapping your clit. 

Your eyes shoot open, your pussy clenching around nothing. “W-What-”

Your mouth is stuffed with Jungkook’s fingers, your tongue twirling around them. 

“See how good you taste?” Jungkook questions, removing his fingers to grip your chin tightly. “I would let you cum but…I’m sure you can always find someone else to do it. Since you enjoy faking so much.”

Your heart is pumping and you flush hot with embarrassment. You aren’t sure what to say - Jungkook had you beat. 

“Aw,” Jungkook chuckles. “You look so sad, baby. I can let you cum.”

You swallow, glancing away from Jungkook. 

“Is that what you want?”

You nod your head, but Jungkook wants to hear you. 

You yelp when your clit is slapped once more. “Use your words, baby.”

“Y-Yes!” you try not to moan and sound too desperate, but it’s inevitable. 

“Yes what, baby?” Jungkook’s already tugging his bottom half off, his underwear going along with it. His shirt is next, chisel abs in your line of vision that you groan at just the sight. “Tell me what you want, Y/N. You have a mouth any other time.”

Fuck Jeon Jungkook. 

Fuck Jeon Jungkook and his cocky attitude.

Fuck Jeon Jungkook and his amazing dick that has you following along with him. “Please fuck me.” you sigh in defeat. “Please make me cum, Kook.”

“With pleasure.” Jungkook is delighted. He slaps the top of his cock against your clit, licking his lips. “So wet. To think you said someone else can have you like this.”

Jungkook wasn’t going to let that go - you can only imagine how hard he was going to fuck-

“J-Jungkook…!” you shout in surprise at how hard he enters you, his thrusting increasing by the second. Your back slams against the bed with each thrust, and it only bounces back just as hard. 

“You can handle it, Y/N.” Jungkook hisses, fingernails digging into your flesh. “You don’t want me to be nice, you don’t want to be my girl…”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, panting heavily. Jungkook’s tone appears serious - you’d have to ask later on if your words really got to him like they appeared to have. 

“I let you…fuck…” Jungkook’s head hangs, eyes unsure where to focus. Your breast bounced furiously in rhythm with his pounding. Your face is scrunched with pleasure, a bit of drool in the corner of your mouth. “...I let you sit on my face. I let you spend as much of my money as you’d like with no limit. I…”

Jungkook grips your chin once more, forcing you to focus on him. It’s difficult - Jungkook doesn’t allow you a second to breathe, but you don’t want him to. 

“And all I really ask you to be is my girl.”

It pains for him to remove himself from you - all he wants is to cum deep inside of you like you’d allow him before. But - his pride and ego got the best of him. If you were going to front as if you didn’t need him to cum, then you weren’t.

“Kook…” you cry in defeat, pussy once more clenching around nothing. 

Jungkook laughs, a dark glee in the tone. “And like I said before, Y/N…” your eyes flutter a bit looking at his face - dark lust filled eyes staring right into yours. “...I can have you on your back begging for me, can’t I?”

Fuck Jeon Jungkook.

Your chest heaves. “Fuck you.” you curse at how meek your voice appeared.

“I bet you’d like that baby.” Jungkook plays with your clit slightly. “You’re my girl, right?”

You lick your lips, thighs quivering. 

“Say it and I’ll let you cum.” Jungkook centers his tip at your entrance, thumb circling against your wet bud. “That’s all I want from you, baby. You can have anything you want from me…”

Jungkook enters you slowly this time. Your groan is long and deep, your hands reaching out to grab Jungkook’s bicep. 

“J-Jungkook.” you trail off - the pleasure now getting to you. You just wanted to cum by him - his hands, mouth, cock, whatever it took.

“Yes, baby?” Jungkook breathes - he’s unsure himself if he’d be able to last long like this and then his ego would be hurt (but then again, he wouldn’t have blueballs).

“Please make me cum, Kookie.” you wail, hot tears falling down your face. You had to look utterly pathetic weeping for dick. Jungkook’s ego was now going to skyrocket and this moment is something he would forever hold over your head - no jokes from you could ever be taken now. “I had you on your back crying for me, baby” - you can hear it now.

But - you were desperate. Jungkook was hot, his dick was amazing and you’d allow him to have this over you. 

“I’m your girl, Kookie.”

Jungkook shudders - and now he’s truly satisfied. He pounds into you sloppily, certain that neither of you were going to last long. You’re clenching around him so heavenly, moaning and crying his names that he cannot help but want to cum inside of you each and every time. 

“I know you’re close, baby.” you hear Jungkook say, his forehead - moist with sweat - pressed onto yours. “We can come together, okay?”

“Y-Yea…” you nod, but you wrap your arms around Jungkook and press your lips against his. You’re groaning against the kiss, already cumming on his cock.

Jungkook feels the electric shock go through him and he shudders. With a few more thrusts, Jungkook cums inside of you, trembling at the sensation.

Ten minutes it’s what it took for you and Jungkook to come back to reality. You’re sweaty and you haven’t even done anything.

“You wanna shower?” Jungkook’s voice pipes in. “Are you okay? I didn’t go too overboard, right?”

You nod your head. “I’m okay.” you murmur. 

Jungkook nods. He kisses your temple. “I can start the shower for you-”

“You aren’t coming?” you ask once you feel Jungkook shuffle on the bed.

“I-I..” Jungkook’s eyes are wide and doe like. He appears completely surprised that you offered such a thing. “You’d like me to?”

You laugh at his expression. How you manage to remove yourself from the bed is beyond you - your legs are shaking with pain that you’re not upset about. 

Jungkook feels your hands against his bare chest and he tilts his head, awaiting your response. “I said I was your girl, wasn’t I?” you murmur, sending a kiss to his chest.

In seconds, Jungkook is erect again at just the admission. 

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[glossdebut]

PRICE OF FAME | MYG ★ 02

✧ PAIRING: yoongi x fem!reader

✧ SERIES SUMMARY: You were about ready to give up, your career nowhere near what you dreamed it’d be when you started at eighteen, bright-eyed and naive. Reality for you these past few years has consisted of pouting at a camera, ignoring whispers of your name at company events, and ensuring that the stupid, tiny designer purses they keep forcing on you can at least carry a flask. But now, you’re helping a friend in need. For the first time in a long time, it feels like you’re doing something worthwhile with your life. Too bad Min Yoongi, the newest thorn in your side, seems insistent on stopping you.

✧ SERIES TAGS: enemies to lovers, slow burn, angst, smut, fake/pretend relationship (not main couple), rockstar!yoongi, model!reader, guitarist yoongi, singer jungkook, bassist taehyung, drummer jimin, manager namjoon, yoongi & maknae line are in a rock band, reader & seokjin are best friends, yoongi & hoseok are best friends (sope duo ftw), yoongi has a tongue piercing, reader is a brat

✧ CHAPTER WARNINGS: aqua uses her journalism degree to write a fake article, lots of yoongi pov, MC lore drop, extremely brief descriptions of sexual acts, some questions are answered but not many, sope cameo! also seokjin cameo! do you detect a hint of hyyh yoonkook-ism? because you should! EVENTS TRANSPIRE! (see series masterlist for series warnings)

✧ CHAPTER WORDCOUNT: 5.2k words

✧ AUTHOR’S NOTE: damn i always drop early don't i? here's a pre-holiday gift for those of you who celebrate thanksgiving. thank you to tanni @yooniivrse for beta reading SO FUCKING FAST LOL <3

p.s. from here on out updates are going to be much slower. we’re getting to the Real Plot now and i have to use my brain a little bit more. plus i want to make time to write other, shorter things! so be sure to check out my other fics if waiting for this becomes unbearable lol

CH. 02: A HIT IS HARD TO RESIST

Love in the Spotlight: Is "Burn The Stage" Singer Falling for a Scandal Magnet?

It’s the love story that’s rocking Seoul—and leaving fans divided. Jeon Jeongguk, the smooth-talking, chart-topping frontman of “Burn The Stage,” has been the subject of intense speculation after rumors surfaced that he’s been secretly seeing one of South Korea’s most talked about models, YLN YN. And while Jeongguk’s millions of fans would do anything to claim him as their own, it’s YN’s wild reputation that’s making this relationship one to watch.

The dating rumors of the two surfaced online when YN was seen on the balcony at Wasteland during the final show of the Burn The Stage’s world tour. Eyewitnesses claim that after the show, the two were spotted backstage together, sharing a private moment.

While Jeongguk’s image has been polished and pristine despite his rock star persona, YN’s name is frequently linked with controversy. From a string of public feuds with fellow influencers to rumors of reckless behavior, she has garnered a reputation for attracting scandal wherever she goes—a trait at odds with what fans have seen from Jeongguk. So what could possibly draw the two together?

Some fans are already sounding the alarm, warning Jeongguk that dating someone like YN could tarnish his squeaky-clean image.

“I don’t know why Jeongguk would choose her,” one concerned fan commented on Instagram. “She’s trouble, and he’s too good for her. His image will be ruined if this is true.”

Despite the criticism, others are rallying behind the couple, suggesting that Jeongguk may be the one to help YN change her ways. “Everyone has a past,” one fan posted on X (formerly known as Twitter). “Maybe Jeongguk sees something in her that no one else does. People can grow and evolve.”

While neither Jeongguk or YN’s companies have released an official statement on the matter, YN hasn’t been shy about fueling the rumors. In a recent post on her Instagram, she shared a photo of herself wearing a Burn The Stage hoodie, captioning it, “i guess i’ve got good taste 👀” which has sent fans into overdrive speculating that she’s sending a not-so-subtle message about her relationship with Jeongguk.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” Yoongi groans to himself. He can’t read any more of this drivel. The wooden table in front of him suddenly looks all too inviting, perfect for him to bash his skull into.

You’re everywhere, completely inescapable for the past week. Apparently, Yoongi’s bi-weekly breakfast with Hoseok is no exception. The first one they’ve been able to have since the tour, too. God forbid he wants to mindlessly scroll on his phone for a second while he waits for his friend to return, because there you are, taunting him. 

After the concert, Yoongi had been so annoyed by seeing you again. Pissed off at the circumstances. Ready to do anything in his power to extricate you from Jeongguk as fast as possible.

The past week has dulled his rage considerably. The endorphins of playing live have died, as have the potent emotions that come with them. Yoongi’s logical adult brain has set in, leaving him with only a headache.

“Woah,” Hoseok says, snorting as he slides a coffee into Yoongi’s field of vision. He slips into the booth across from him, taking a sip from his own cup with an amused look on his face. “You look much more homicidal than I left you. What could’ve possibly pissed you off in the last five minutes?”

Wordlessly, Yoongi hands Hoseok his phone, the article still displayed on the screen. Hoseok silently reads the first few paragraphs, and when he scrolls back up to look at the photo attached, his eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

“Oh?” he says, zooming in on your face. On Yoongi’s phone. The audacity. “This is the Innisfree girl, right? She’s dating Jeongguk?”

“Allegedly.”

“Is her skin really that nice in person?”

“Not the point,” Yoongi hisses, snatching his phone back from Hoseok’s grip and hastily closing the article to get your dumb face off of his phone. Dumb, poreless face.

“Okay, touchy,” Hoseok says, raising his hands in surrender. “Please explain the point.”

“I don’t trust her,” Yoongi says, tapping his foot under the table. “The relationship is bogus. She’s after something, I just can’t figure out what it is.”

“And you’re basing this on…?”

“Intuition,” Yoongi says flatly.

“Right. Because your intuition is never wrong,” Hoseok says, tone laden with sarcasm. “Need I remind you that you weren’t the biggest fan of me when we met?”

“I thought you were annoying,” Yoongi agrees. He takes a sip of his coffee to mask a smirk. “Who says I was wrong about that?”

“I’d probably be hurt if you hadn’t essentially bought us couple rings last year,” Hoseok says, waggling his eyebrows. “You want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid.”

“Aish, they weren’t couple rings,” Yoongi complains. “Stop saying that. The wrong person is going to hear you and think it’s true.”

“Your ears are pink!” Hoseok exclaims triumphantly, pointing at the evidence. “Your mouth says one thing, but your ears always give you away.”

“I’m going to kill you,” Yoongi grumbles, pulling his beanie down. “Stop changing the subject.”

“Right, right. Sorry, hyung, you’re just so easy to tease,” Hoseok says, not even bothering to stifle his snickering. The bastard. “Jeonggukie’s new lady love. Go. Wait, do you want to fuck her?”

“What?” Yoongi sputters, eyes widening because what the fuck? “No—what? Look, it’s not just intuition, okay? I’m right about her. And you saw what the article said—drama follows her wherever she goes. Maybe she thinks dating Jeongguk will rehabilitate her image, or something like that.”

Yoongi had been so confident that wasn’t the case, since you’ve maintained all of your brand deals even in the midst of your many scandals, but maybe he was wrong. He still doesn’t know why you’re doing this, and it’s like the closer he gets, the less he can see.

“I don’t know,” Yoongi groans, rubbing his hands over his face. “She’s also just a bitch.”

“Okay,” Hoseok concedes, crossing his arms. “If you say so. She’s a bitch who you don’t want to fuck. What are you going to do about it?”

Yoongi shrugs. “I have that dinner tomorrow night. I was thinking of talking to Jeongguk after or something.”

“And telling him that his girlfriend is the devil? I’m sure that’ll go over well.”

“I’ll figure it out,” Yoongi sighs, rubbing a hand over his face. “Jeongguk is a stubborn kid, but he knows I wouldn’t ruin something good for him. If I word it right, maybe he’ll listen.”

“You’re not wrong. For whatever reason, Jeongguk trusts your judgement.”

Yoongi glares at him. “Go fuck yourself, Hob-ah.”

“Whatever, hyung,” Hoseok says, rolling his eyes. “Let’s talk about something else, please. I haven’t seen you in months.”

Yoongi relents easily. He doesn’t really want to be talking about you either, not when it feels like an ice pick is being jammed into his temple. 

He’ll just have to figure out what to say to Jeongguk later.

★ ★ ★

“Wow,” Seokjin says around a mouthful of jjapaguri. “He really hates you, huh?”

He’s fresh out of a long shift at the hospital, but he still headed straight to your apartment at the promise of food and celebrity gossip—his two biggest weaknesses, especially when the food doesn’t have to be made by him and the celebrity is you.

“Seems like it,” you sigh, using your chopsticks to push your noodles around aimlessly. “Normally I wouldn’t care, you know? Like, get in line, asshole.”

“But you care.”

“But I care.”

“Because of Jeongguk,” Seokjin says knowingly.

You drop your chopsticks and groan, stifling the sound by covering your face with your hands.

“Yes,” you concede. “But not because of that. I just want to help him, you know? He got me through a really rough spot last year. I’d feel like shit if I agreed to do this for him and then it ended up blowing up in our faces because of me.”

“Mmm,” Seokjin hums, chewing thoughtfully. “I’m sure the fact that you’re in love with him is a big motivator, though.”

You pick up your head, glaring at him. “Love is a big word, Jin.”

A very big word, you think, picking up your glass of wine to take a long gulp. God help you.

“A fitting one, too!” he says gleefully. “Come oooon. No judgement here. He’s hot. Not as hot as me, of course, but I have to give credit where credit is due.”

“Yes, you’re a god among men,” you mumble, rolling your eyes. “I don’t love Jeongguk. Not like that, at least. Do I need to remind you of the whole reason I’m doing this in the first place?”

“Yeah, yeah, the secret girlfriend,” Seokjin says, waving a hand dismissively. “Whatever. You’re spending a lot of time with him, is all I’m saying. The tides may turn in your favor.”

Wow, and you thought you were delusional.

“Fat chance,” you deadpan, polishing off your wine. “Especially if Yoongi is as persistent as he’s making himself out to be.”

“What’s his beef with you, anyway?” Seokjin asks, snorting to himself as he picks up a piece of steak with his chopsticks. Hilarious. “I feel like he’s going a little far for it to just be protectiveness, you know?”

Right. When you’d given Seokjin the rundown via text, you’d left one pretty substantial piece of information out.

“He said, um,” you start, picking at one of your nails nervously—a habit that Hyerin would smack you on the back of the head for, if she were here. “He said that he knows… more than I think.”

Just like that, all of the humor drains from Seokjin’s expression. “Meaning…?”

“I don’t know,” you say, your voice wobbling just a bit. “I don’t know, but if it does mean that… It makes the idea of rolling over and doing what he says pretty enticing, not gonna lie.”

“Fuck that,” Seokjin says firmly, your eyes widening in response. “If he’s the type of guy to use something like that as blackmail, then he’s a piece of shit. I don’t care if he is trying to protect Jeongguk.”

“He can’t know, though,” you groan, fully resting your head on the cool marble of your kitchen countertop now. 

You’ve been wracking your brain for days now, trying to figure out if it’s even possible for Yoongi to know anything. You’re pretty confident the answer is no, but there’s no way to be one-hundred percent sure without confirmation from the man himself. And you’d honestly rather die.

“Nobody knows except the people involved and you. You’re the only one who didn’t sign an NDA, and I’m pretty confident you’ve never met Min Yoongi. Not to mention you just wouldn’t—”

“Share that information? Hell no, I wouldn’t,” Seokjin interrupts, scoffing. “Okay, well… Regardless of whether he knows anything, he honestly just sounds like a dick and I think you should kill him.”

You snort, lifting your eyes to look at him from where your head rests on the counter. “Maybe that can be plan B,” you offer.

“Fine, then what’s the plan A?” Seokjin counters, crossing his arms and raising a conspiratorial eyebrow at you.

Fantastic question, one you’ve been thinking about the answer to since you abruptly left the afterparty that night. It’s not like you can tell Jeongguk what’s going on and risk having to tell him the whole truth. You trust Jeongguk, but…

No, it’s not an option. You don’t want anyone else to know. So, if Yoongi’s going to insist on being a problem for you, you might as well return the favor. It’s only fair.

You grin, lifting your head and leaning closer to Seokjin.

“I’m going to make his life a living hell.”

★ ★ ★

Yoongi hasn’t touched a cigarette since he was twenty one years old.

He picked up the nasty habit at sixteen, when one of his friends doled out African Ice Jacks amongst the group, bragging that his hyung had bought the pack for him. As soon as the lighter was flicked on and the bittersweet taste of bubblegum and tobacco filled Yoongi’s lungs, he was hooked.

It was stupidly easy to get his hands on cigarettes before he was of legal age, even when his friend’s hyung couldn’t supply them for whatever reason. All of the adults around him smoked, including his parents. 

It felt as though cigarettes were an extension of his hand, felt wrong when he didn’t have the option to light one up. During school hours, Yoongi’s fingers would twitch on his desk as he waited for his last class to end.

He was a fucking anxious, wound-up kid. Smoking was the only thing that helped, sometimes. If he had a shit day, at least he could have a cigarette.

When the band got signed, though, things changed. Despite the fact that the majority of the population in Korea smoked, celebrities were vilified for it in the media. For whatever fucking reason. Yoongi didn’t care much what the media had to say about him, but he reasoned that it would be pretty stupid to let his dream die over Ice Jacks. So he quit.

It was hard at first, but it’s been five years now. After so much time, it’s rare that cigarettes even cross his mind, even when others smoke around him.

Sitting across the table from you now, though, Yoongi’s fingers twitch just like they had when he was in grade school staring at a clock.

He and the band started frequenting Yoojung Sikdang long before there was any real hope for fame. It was their chosen spot after every practice. The ajumma who owns it knows their names, remembers their orders by heart. Over the years, the only part of the restaurant that’s changed is their autographed photos on the wall. They’ve celebrated every single milestone here, big or small, just the five of them. Alone.

Wrapping up their first world tour should be no different. It’s their biggest milestone yet, and all Yoongi wanted was to eat ssambap with his best friends. Remind himself that none of the fame matters as long as they still have this.

But here you are. Of course. Encroaching on everything Yoongi’s built, everything he holds dear to his heart.

The only time it’s ever been more than the five of them here was the night they signed their contract, accompanied by two label executives. Even if you’re allegedly riding Jeongguk’s dick, no way are you that fucking important.

Yoongi would laugh if he wasn’t so pissed off. You are such a fucking pest. He just can’t shake you off.

“You don’t like what you ordered?” Jimin asks you, snapping Yoongi out of his thoughts.

Yoongi’s made an effort to keep to himself for the majority of the dinner. No use in ruining everyone else’s night—it’s still a special one, after all. Besides, he’s still trying to be an adult about things. You may have ruined his plan to talk to Jeongguk tonight, but it’s not like he’s going to cause a scene in front of a restaurant full of people—

“Oh, I’m just not very hungry,” you say. Yoongi’s eyes narrow.

All you’ve been doing all night is burrowing into Jeongguk’s side, barely touching your food. Lipgloss still perfectly in place. Normally, Yoongi wouldn’t care—he’s not paying for it. He wastes food on the label’s dime all the time. At Yoojung Sikdang, though?

“Why did you come, then?” 

The words come out of Yoongi’s mouth before he can stop them, sharp and pointed. He’d fully intended to keep his mouth shut, eat his food, and then go home. Maybe buy a pack on the way. But now they’re out there, and Yoongi can’t bring himself to care. Certainly not to feel bad.

For the first time since you’d walked in on Jeongguk’s arm, you make eye contact with him. On purpose this time—challenging. Yoongi’s not a little bitch, so he stares back. 

“Because Jeonggukie invited me,” you say, faux sweetness dripping from your words as you lean your head on Jeongguk’s shoulder. Eyes still fixed on Yoongi. “I figured it would be okay, since you all gave me such a warm welcome last time.”

Yeah. Yoongi’s buying that pack of cigarettes. 

“You’re always welcome to come out with us,” Taehyung coos, like he thinks you’re the cutest thing in the world. Knowing Taehyung, he probably does.

Everyone seems to be in agreement on that front, too, except Yoongi who rolls his eyes as he shoves a ssam into his mouth. Whatever.

“It’s gonna be hell getting you out of here, though,” Namjoon adds from Yoongi’s left. He leans over to glance at the crowd of people peering through the front of the restaurant, cameras at the ready, desperate to get a glimpse of you and Jeongguk. Not that you’re making it particularly hard.

“We’ve never had a crowd like that out there,” Jimin says, in awe. “I’m not surprised, though. Those articles about you two have been getting tons of clicks.”

“Ah,” you say. If Yoongi didn’t know better, he’d think you sound almost sheepish. “That, um. That might be my fault. I told my manager I was coming here. She must’ve tipped someone off.”

Of course.

“Anything for a photo-op, right?” Yoongi sneers, unable to help himself. It’s such an easy shot, after all. You’re being so transparent.

“Hyung,” Taehyung says, eyes wide as if he’s appalled. 

“I’m sorry, Yoongi-ssi,” you say, tilting your head at him. That little flash of a challenge is still in your eyes, and Yoongi doesn’t like it one bit. “Do you have a problem with me being here?”

Yoongi scoffs, sitting up. When he speaks, it’s laced with bitterness. “We just don’t normally come here with guests, that’s all. I guess I didn’t get the memo that that’d suddenly changed.”

“I invited her, hyung,” Jeongguk says. “She’s my girlfriend.” He wraps his arm around you protectively and, fuck, you’re good. You’re so good at making Yoongi look like the asshole.

“I get that, Guk-ah,” Yoongi tries, his voice considerably softer now. “But, come on… Here? And the mob outside, I mean… Do you really think that was just a harmless mistake?”

“What are you implying?” Jeongguk grits out. He’s angry now, that much is clear, and it’s Yoongi’s fault. 

You have him trapped. He’s surrounded by landmines, unable to come up with a single response that could possibly defuse them.

“Come on, guys,” Namjoon says, glancing at Yoongi pointedly. “We’re here to celebrate.”

“If Yoongi-ssi is uncomfortable that I’m here, maybe I should go,” you say, making to get up.

Jeongguk reaches for your arm, stopping you. “No,” he says. “Yoongi-hyung, you can either get over it and stay with us, or you can leave. You’re the only one who doesn’t want her here.”

Un-fucking-believable.

“Are you serious?” Yoongi scoffs, looking around at everyone. Is this really happening to him right now? This is his band!

The table is deadly silent. Everyone refuses to meet Yoongi’s eyes except you and Jeongguk, who raises a challenging eyebrow at him. It’s immediately apparent to Yoongi that he’s not winning this one. That somehow, he’s ruined the night meant to celebrate him and his friends.

Bitterly, Yoongi laughs. “Fine.”

No one protests when he pushes his chair away from the table and stands up, and that stings much more than Yoongi would like to admit.

He catches your eye as he grabs his jacket off the back of his chair, anger flaring at how pleased you look. 

“Have a nice fucking dinner,” Yoongi mutters, before turning on his heel and walking towards the door. Leaving his friends to face a crowd of photographers and fans that you called.

As he walks out into the cold, dodging the phones being shoved in his face, all he can think about is the way Jeongguk had looked at him.

★ ★ ★

You met Jeon Jeongguk a year ago, give or take a few months. You just remember it was cold.

Less than twenty-four hours after a particularly nasty breakup with a guy you didn’t love but liked enough, you were back on the clock. Zipped into something tight and expensive, wearing the best waterproof mascara money could buy.

You hated those events to begin with—the galas, end of year ceremonies for awards you were no longer viable to win. They were torture for you. But the sting of being freshly single only made things worse, so you had decided to make the most of it.

You may not have been able to win a KMA, but you were well within your rights to treat the KMAs themselves like your own personal dating pool. No better way to rid yourself of your ex like getting with someone new, you thought.

Which is where Jeongguk came in, devastatingly hot in his tailored suit. You’d ran into him on your way from the bathroom—much like you had with Yoongi, now that you think about it—and you instantly found yourself wondering what it would be like to kiss a guy with a lip ring. Jeongguk, as it turned out, was very interested in showing you. 

You were both a little drunk, but the attraction was real. Instant. 

One very handsy cab ride later, and you were in his apartment, grinding on his lap as you experienced first-hand just how little of an obstacle a lip ring can be if the man who has it knows what he’s doing.

Things were going so well—Jeongguk’s tongue exploring your mouth as you felt his cock stiffening beneath you. But it all came crashing down as soon as his hand slid under your dress.

The fact of the matter was, you’d just been dumped. Regardless of how strongly you did or didn’t feel about your ex, you’d still been dumped and it still hurt. As soon as Jeongguk really touched you, it became all too apparent that you wouldn’t be able to go through with it. Luckily, at the slightest bit of hesitance from you, Jeongguk’s hand immediately retreated from under your dress. 

He was sweet about it. Really, really sweet. Valiantly ignored his erection and offered to listen instead, which made you laugh. Comforted you even though you hadn’t thought you needed it. Let you sleep in his bed anyway. When you left the next morning, kindly offered to be your friend, because you clearly needed one.

You’ve been friends ever since. 

Not in the same way that Seokjin is your friend, of course. Seokjin is your best friend, has been since you were both kids. But Jeongguk just… He gets the industry, in a way that Seokjin never will.

Which brings you to last month.

Last month, when Jeongguk called you nervously in the middle of his tour schedule. Asked you to be his fake girlfriend in guilty, hushed whispers.

You didn’t need to know why. You were always going to say yes. 

But Jeongguk explained anyway. He explained that he has a girlfriend, a real girlfriend, who isn’t from your world. That he hasn’t been able to see her nearly as much as he’d like to because he’s terrified of the backlash she could receive from being connected to him romantically.

You read between the lines—you have nothing to lose, at this point. There isn’t a day that goes by where someone online doesn’t have something to say about you, reputable or not.

He explained that in order to maintain the lie, no one in the industry could know the truth, not even Jeongguk’s bandmates. According to him, they wouldn’t understand why he felt the need to go to such lengths. You didn’t completely agree then, but having met Yoongi now, you get it.

His girlfriend knows about you, he’d told you. She knows who you are, knows about that night last year, and that she still agreed to let him ask you this. She doesn’t see you as a threat.

It stung, a little. Of course it did. You and Jeongguk may be friends, but you’ve always felt a hint of something else there. Maybe it was the kindness he’d shown you when you met. Maybe it’s just him. But you never said anything, convinced it was one-sided.

Clearly you were right.

Still, you want to do this for him. You care about him, and just because you can’t maintain a stable relationship doesn’t mean Jeongguk doesn’t deserve a chance at one.

You think, if Yoongi knew, he’d feel the same.

★ ★ ★

Five years down the drain, Yoongi thinks. Ashes his cigarette. Oh well.

Honestly, it’s not even really about you, although Yoongi would love to pretend otherwise. If he pins it all on you, it makes his mission to get rid of you all the more noble. The label breathing down his neck. The impending deadline of an album he doesn’t know if he can write. Dongsaengs that don’t know how to stay out of trouble. If it’s all your fault, it can’t be his.

This—the smoking—was bound to happen, with or without you. You just helped the process along.

He’s perched on his windowsill, puffing his way through cigarette number two, when his phone buzzes next to him.

Namjoon doesn’t call him nearly ever. Yoongi has a way that he likes things done, and Namjoon is probably his only friend that actually respects it. Emails for work. In-person or texts for personal shit. Video calls never. Phone calls only if Yoongi needs to hear it now and there’s no other way.

Yoongi picks up.

“Joon-ah?” Cautious. He likes phone calls the least because phone calls mean trouble, like someone is in the hospital. He’s gotten that call before, more than once.

“Hyung,” Namjoon says. “Do you have a minute?”

Namjoon wouldn’t be asking that if someone was in the hospital, so Yoongi allows himself to unclench. Just a little. “Yeah, I have a minute.”

He hears rustling on the line, like Namjoon is fidgeting. But Namjoon is always fidgeting, so that could mean nothing.

“I figured, given the events of tonight, that it would be a good call to warn you ahead of time. I would’ve come by your apartment, but I’ve got meetings all morning tomorrow and it’s late. I didn’t want to wait until next time I see you though, so…” Namjoon starts, trailing off. 

Yoongi works his jaw. “Spit it out, Joon-ah,” he says, because Namjoon is shit at delivering bad news. He’s always beating around the bush, trying to soften the blow. It’s great for the kids, but it makes Yoongi feel like he’s about to have to bury his first-born or some shit. Yoongi likes clear, direct.

Namjoon knows this, so he always gets it right on the second try.

“YN is going to the Jeju house with you guys,” Namjoon says. Clear and direct, but the absolute last thing Yoongi wants to hear right now. 

“You’re fucking with me.”

“I’m not.”

“She has literally no fucking reason to be there, Joon-ah,” Yoongi grits out. The cigarette secured between his index and middle knuckles has burned down to nothing, singes his fingers. He hisses and flicks it out the window. “Is she going to help us write an album? Is that it?”

“Hyung—“

“No, she isn’t. She’s going to distract my lead singer the whole time and make the whole point of the trip fucking impossible,” he interrupts, because once he gets started he can’t stop. “Who signed off on this? Doesn’t she have a job? Isn’t there a goddamn camera that needs to be smoldered at?”

“Yoongi-hyung,” Namjoon says. He’s using his manager voice, and Yoongi shuts up instantly. 

Namjoon uses this voice on the kids all the time. Realistically, it’s not a big deal. It’s his job. But he’s never had to use it on Yoongi before.

He deserves it, though. Yoongi knows that. He knows that he’s been insufferable ever since you showed up, and he doesn’t like it either. He’d wanted to talk to Jeongguk, to have a heart-to-heart with him about it, but that’s proven impossible given that you’re always around. And Namjoon is their voice of reason.

Yoongi tries again.

“I don’t like her,” he explains, keeping his voice level. “I don’t think she has Jeongguk’s best interests at heart. I’m just trying to look out for him.”

The line stays quiet for a long moment, like Namjoon is taking special care in choosing his next words. It would make Yoongi nervous, but that’s just what Namjoon does.

“Hyung, you need to leave it alone,” he finally says.

What the fuck.

Yoongi could have foreseen plenty of responses from Namjoon. He’s been on the receiving end of Namjoon’s sage advice more than he’s proud of. Yoongi worries a lot, and Namjoon is particularly good at quieting those worries, particularly when they pertain to the kids. And they usually do. But he sure as shit wasn’t expecting to be blown off like that.

“Joon-ah, Jeongguk is gonna—“

“Jeongguk is a grown man. He’s fully entitled to make his own decisions, and you need to respect that if you don’t want to lose him.”

Lose him? Is Yoongi going insane? Is he fucking missing some integral piece of this puzzle that everyone else seems to have?

The notion of losing Jeongguk is completely absurd. How could he lose Jeongguk over something like this? Jeongguk, the college freshman with the huge eyes who followed Yoongi around like a puppy. Jeongguk who sang so softly when Yoongi asked, who beamed with pride when Yoongi told him he had something special. Jeongguk who dropped out alongside Yoongi, took a risk because he trusted his hyung to take care of him.

It was Yoongi and Jeongguk before it was anyone else, and Yoongi has never let Jeongguk down once, won’t allow himself to. This is the thing that’s going to change that? 

“What are you even talking about?”

“Just… leave this one alone, Yoongi,” Namjoon sighs. “She’s coming whether you like it or not, and you need to at least pretend to play nice.”

Yoongi doesn’t appreciate being treated like a child who’s the cause of his parent’s headache, not by Kim Namjoon. The label dickheads are one thing, but the one person Yoongi has entrusted with everything for the past five years? Before that, even? Fuck that. Namjoon doesn’t talk to him this way, and that’s not about to change because of you.

“Namjoon-ah, if you’re going to blow me off, at least put my cock in your mouth and do it right,” Yoongi spits, hanging up before he can think better of his words.

Fuck.

Yoongi hasn’t bitten Namjoon’s head off like that in a long time. It doesn’t feel good to be back in old patterns like this. Yoongi knows why he doesn’t trust you, but he doesn’t know what it is about you that makes it so—urgent. Like he’s a wild animal primed to bite. To hurt. Yoongi isn’t that guy. 

If what Namjoon said is true, if Jeongguk really is at risk of slipping through Yoongi’s fingers, he has to get his fucking act together. He has to try harder to handle this like an adult.

So, you’re coming to Jeju. Fine. Yoongi can be civil.

Even if the only way for him to be civil is not to speak to you at all.

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Jikook During MAMA, 2018

On 12th December 2018, BTS attended day one of MAMA in Japan. Before going up on stage to perform, Jungkook helped Jimin stretch out his outfit.

Once on stage, Jungkook and Tae helped Jimin fly during the Fake Love dance break.

During their Anpanman performance, Jimin and Jungkook did their usual high five. 

Whilst in the audience, Jimin and Jungkook whispered to each other.

Jungkook suddenly started playing with Jimin’s hands as they sat next to each other.

Jimin sat next to Jungkook with his hand on his shoulder. They were suddenly shown on the big screen and they both interacted with the camera.

This is what the main camera showed on broadcast:

Jungkook walked up to Jimin and rubbed his shoulder when Jimin started his speech for Idol winning Favorite Music Video.

When Jungkook was talking, Jimin placed his chin on Jungkook's shoulder and briefly looked at the camera.

During the backstage interview, Jimin encouraged Jungkook to speak.

At the end of the show Jimin and Jungkook played in the confetti. They then flew to Hong Kong shortly afterwards for the second day. 

On 14th December 2018, MAMA continued, where the members did an incredible introduction to Airplane pt 2.

Jungkook quickly gave the microphone to Jimin to talk.

Backstage, Jungkook watched Jimin as he explained giving more energy on stage during Idol. 

Whilst in the audience, Jimin and Jungkook sat closely together. Jimin spoke to Jungkook, with his arm around him and then touched his ear.

When BTS were announced as the winners of an award, Jungkook looked back and Jimin joined next to him. They smiled at each other as they heard Army sing the fanchants loudly.

During Jin’s revealing and emotional speech, the members comforted each other as army reacted to the news. Jimin backhugged Jungkook and patted his chest, then helped to wipe his tears away. (Clips not posted as I know some find these scenes triggering)

Memories 2018

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in which the world is suddenly sweeter… || Lee Jihoon

in which love lingers… || Kim Mingyu [COLLAB]

in which love always wins… || Jeon Wonwoo

in which love is always a door away… || Vernon Chwe

In Your Hands || Kim Mingyu [SMAU SERIES]

in which series with SEVENTEEN || a series of smaus where the SVT members tend to leak their relationship in various ways…

click here to learn more about every relationship in this SMAU!

in which the evil twins are truly evil… || Yoon Jeonghan

in which their relationship is exposed… || Jeon Wonwoo

in which love is a loop… || Lee Jihoon

in which mingyu=dispatch… || Kim Mingyu

in which revealing a relationship is never easy… || Xu Minghao

extras!

up for sell… ✧.*

in which series with NCT DREAM || a series of instagram stories where the dreamies show all the different photos they posted to attract their crush…

in which mark does his own take of a trend… || Mark Lee

in which jeno does his own take of a trend… || Lee Jeno

in which haechan does his own take of a trend… || Lee Haechan

in which jaemin does his own take of a trend… || Na Jaemin

holiday special smaus with SEVENTEEN || a series of smaus where svt members seek the warmth and love of someone during the cold winter…

Winter Whispers || Choi Seungcheol

Snowflakes and Love || Yoon Jeonghan

Warm Hearts, Cold Nights || Joshua Hong

TBA || Wen Junhui

TBA || Kwon Soonyoung

The Christmas Canvas || Jeon Wonwoo

[solarhysm]

DUST OF US - PROLOGUE

> synopsis: 7 years ago Y/N broke Jungkook’s heart when she decided to end their relationship without an explanation. When they meet again at a friend's wedding, after almost a decade, Jungkook needs answers to move on.

> pairing: Jungkook x reader

> genre: romance, ex to lovers au

> warnings: explicit languages, violence, smut, cheating, nsfw, angst, +18 minors dni !!

> word count: 402

*french writer, i apologize in advance for my awful english!

AGE: 20 years old.

His fingers drum nervously on his knee while waiting for his girlfriend. It was the big day. He planned everything to be perfect. His eyes keep moving from the front door of the fast-food restaurant to his phone. She was never late, not for one of their dates.

So why is she almost one hour late? He takes a long breath, trying to calm his nerves. It’s snowing outside. Maybe she’s stuck in traffic? Did she take the bus? She usually sends him a text. But he has no notifications.

“It’s okay, Kookie, she’s just… stuck in traffic.” He mumbles, biting the inside of his cheeks, “Yeah… she’s alright. She was maybe… busy.”

Or maybe she had an accident? But before he could imagine the worst, the young woman stepped into the fast-food restaurant, looked around, and finally locked eyes with his. God, she’s the most beautiful woman on earth.

She rubs her hands together and takes off her beanie, covered in snow, to shake it. Jungkook couldn’t stop smiling. When she walks to him, he frowns a little. She seems… upset? Sad?

"Hi," she sighs, sitting in front of him when she notices the fake candle between them and a few petals of roses on the old table of this place.

“Hi,” he replies, grinning at her. But she didn’t smile back. She stares at the candle.

He suddenly feels uncomfortable, but he doesn't know why. That was stupid. She was his girlfriend, the love of his life. He shakes his head to dispel these thoughts, his thumb rubbing the small velvet box in his pocket, which he bought a few weeks ago.

They were only twenty, but Jungkook knew what he wanted. It was her. Now, and in thirty years. His friends told him he was too young to propose. But Y/N was the love of his life. He could feel it in his bones.

Jungkook takes a deep breath; he needs to ask it now, to hear her ‘yes’, or he will die of anxiety. He opens his mouth to speak, to ask her the question that will change their life forever, but she cuts him off as if it's a competition, just as he's building his confidence.

“I don’t want to be your girlfriend anymore. We’re done.”

At this moment, the whole damn world fell apart, and with it, two broken hearts with high hopes.

DUST OF US MASTERLIST.

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[pandorasword]

Chaeri as the 8th and youngest member of BTS.

Chaeri's Masterlist

Web article

Seven, the youngest member of BTS Chaeri stars in Jung Kook's video: let's watch it together

BTS's Jung Kook has finally released his long-awaited single, Seven, and starring in the video, in addition to the main vocalist, is Chaeri, his bandmate from the early days

After multiple teasers and a very long wait, Seven is finally available for listening. It had been rumored for months that Chaeri had taken part in the music video for Jeon Jung Kook's single, and recently teasers of the track had also arrived to confirm this.

Now, however, the MV for Seven has finally been released, and we have discovered the story that accompanies the song, which features Jung Kook determined to win Chaeri's heart (to the point of faking his own death in a rather hilarious scene complete with a mock funeral).

Jung Kook, like the other BTS in the hiatus period due to their gradual enlistment in the Korean military service, is thus focusing on his solo career before it is his turn to leave for the military as well. Meanwhile, predictably, Seven ft. Latto is already breaking every record, from the song that reached #1 on iTunes fastest in history (2.5 hours in 100 countries) to the k-pop video that reached 1 million likes fastest on YouTube in 2023, and who knows how many more he will break even before the day is out.

Fan reaction

Twitter: Search results on #SEVENbyJUNGKOOK

the last tweet made me tear up 🥹🤧

I wanted to thank my boo @alixnsuperstxr for bringing ideas to my mind whenever I feel put off about posting 💜

Also, I hope to write soon a chapter related to the events of the MV filming, which is relevant for Chaeri, Jungkook and Hongjoong

taglist: @alixnsuperstxr | @bts-dream | @enchantingbrowneyedgirl | @ycuvi

[akookminsupporter]

The letter is not fake. It is not a diary. Jungkook's privacy and that of his unit were indeed violated. There is official confirmation that the content of the letter or part of a letter that circulated a few days ago, claiming to have been written by Jungkook, is real. The letter had been posted on the army's intranet, and only other soldiers could see it. Someone arbitrarily took a photo and posted it on social media. In doing so, Jungkook's privacy was violated in a certain way, and the army rules were breached.

Those who hastily claimed a few days ago that the letter was a lie and that Jungkook had not written any of it, accusing Jikookers of lying, are now silent. It's incredible, but not surprising at all that they were more concerned with denying the authenticity of the letter and Jungkook's words than addressing the fact that someone posted something they shouldn't have.

This has become repetitive. As far as I know and have read on Twitter today, that group of people has not said anything about the Ministry of Defence's response after someone reported the illegal leak. The reason is simple: talking about the ministry's response would mean acknowledging that the content of the letter is real, that Jungkook did say what he said, and they cannot do that.

All of this only confirms for the eleventh time that many in this fandom, or those who claim to be fans of BTS or any of its members, don't really care if photos, videos, information, or letters are leaked illegally or violate the members' privacy. This group of people only cares when it involves something related to Jimin and Jungkook TOGETHER. Because they HATE seeing that Jimin and Jungkook are close. That their relationship is genuine and that they are the closest duo in the group. Now more than ever.

[myobsessionsspace]

Maybe im wrong and making things up but jk looked a bit pissed off/annoyed during that weverse live you posted (after the naked live🥰), don’t know of course if because of the comments he was reading (i never understood, though, were there other inappropriate comments he didn’t read out loud too? People at the time complained a lot), because of stress or both. But im always glad he never fakes his feelings and is often transparent with us.

referring to this

Hi lovely,

“But im always glad he never fakes his feelings and is often transparent with us.”

Tbh that’s why I posted it. To show Jungkook being honest. To show Jungkook’s willingness to answer army, to show that he answers question when army ask things within the realms of boundaries.

To show that if he has something to answer about the members he will, but he can also keep things to himself. Like we know even though he said schedules didn’t align for a live with Jimin, that he did want to do one with him, from saying what he said we can infer they had discussed a live but had something better in store, the fact that this live was done after their US trip, was another reason I was reminded of it and wanted to share it.

I also wanted to share it for the poignant part that I included in an ask. That he sees the things people write in the comments of lives and he sees the invasive direction of questions. We can assume shipping questions, girlfriend questions, family questions, all sort of personal questions and him letting it be known to as he said ‘let sleeping dogs lie’.

I too felt some irritation at parts of the live too. The members, Namjoon and Tae I clearly remember have said in lives that army should try a bit when it comes to Weverse live comments and I know Yoongi is definitely over the ‘what’s that behind you?!’ schtick

April ‘23 live Tae was over it, he said it’s been 10 years guys 😩

Weverse army were flooding with a lot of nonsense and I know twitter army due to that live and a few other lives of other members started up again spreading info sheets of good conversation starters in Korean translations for army to use when the members go live, also messages of encouragement etc.

BUT to be fair the clip I posted was like 3 minutes tops, of a nearly hour long live.

❕When someone has a purpose behind an edit, they can convey what they want❕

I always try to include links to the full original source and will always implore people to watch things from the source and form their own opinion, not just from edits.

For me there were times he was irritated in the live but times he was happy, found things fun and humorous but overall was his open and honest self. I’m glad you appreciate that about him and you still felt his sincerity☺️

Thanks for chatting with me

💜

[uhgood-girl]

why jikook?

i've been asking myself this a lot recently bc well, why them? why not tkook? or ynmin? hell, jihope even, they're underrated as hell honestly, have you seen that hot tub video? hobi was ready to unhinge his jaw to swallow jimin whole (and who (jk) could blame him.)

but jikook, in a not joking way, hits different. they always have. it's been years at this point that i've been deep in this rabbit hole (within the larger bts rabbit hole, my god, how deep does it go) but i don't recall making the conscious decision to fall in.

maybe a little background?

i'm a fake love army. actually, if we're getting technical, i'm an outro tear army bc it was in the comments of the freshly released fake love music video that i saw someone recommend outro tear if i enjoyed fake love and then it was over for me. extremely not fake love at first listen, who's voice is second on this track? i NEED to know. i'm a yoongi/rapline bias to this day. fake love still fucks though, don't get me wrong, it's a never skip for me.

for that first year and then some, i consumed backlogged content like it was my day job. i am a prone to hyper-fixations hermit, basically, who was going to stop me? my therapist? nah, she picks her battles.

i watched everything i could get my grubby little hands on like someone would be testing me on it later. (shoutout qdeoks, you were so real) i didn't open stan twitter for the first time till probably the end of 2018, really just in time to be slapped in the face full force with the shitshow that was a hate campaign against these boys i was deeply invested in by then, the likes of which i had never experienced in an online space up to that point. it was a truly, truly wild era, don't ever let anyone tell you differently.

all that to say, i've been here for a hot minute and i developed my own first impressions on bts and the members as individuals in a vacuum. no one had to point jikook out to me, they stuck out on their own.

potentially relevant disclaimer before we continue: i am really really queer. i grew up in the united states conservative deep south and had to change high schools my sophomore year bc i was outed and then violently ostracized for being in a relationship with my same sex best friend at the time. it is safe to say i have a lot of feelings about and experience even when it comes to having to be low key (understatement lol) about who you love. i am not here just to make my barbies kiss.

actually, on that note, jikook wouldnt even be my chosen barbies out of bts. if we're in true fantasy delulu hours here, i would want yoonjin to be real. god, that would be the stuff, they're so old married as it is. peak romance.

i think the first place jikook ever truly caught my attention were the memories dvds. jimin has always been a sweet, bby angel taking care of all his members but i remember thinking that he seemed to pay a little extra, special attention to jungkook. and of course, why not, jk's the maknae after all. all of them have always been doting on him and deservedly so. but in those briefly shown really serious, quiet moments, jimin was often first in line. a spot very easy for him to obtain tbh as jk never seemed to be very far from him anyway. maybe if you've never in real time lived the satellite jeon accusations (hi pandemic army, bless you, i hope you make it to 2025 when we have them all back without restrictions) you might find them easier to dismiss but it was so consistent back then in all of the content being released. and once noticed, i don't know how anyone ever un-notices it. but i was in deep before i even realized the water was boiling.

should i talk about why not tkook? or ynmin, for me? i'm just pulling those as examples bc i know they're the popular contenders here but all joking in the beginning of this post aside, none of the other members interpersonal relationships, in any configuration (sadly, RIP yoonjin romance), have ever struck me as anything other than puppy crush/deep friendship/family. and that's not bc i don't think over half of those men aren't queer in some form or fashion because WHEW, that is an entirely different post and we simply do not have the time to unpack rn but it's not for lack of looking.

i started in a vacuum, but i have by no means stayed there, i walked in all of those front doors and sat down and said "convince me." i've got the time and lack of life, i am ready to be won over. what have i missed?

to this day i still regularly try and check my own confirmation bias, i'm obviously looking for jikook at this stage but i'm still ready on my toes if any of the others want to get crazy. (yoonjin i am rooting for you, we're all rooting for you)

and i'm not here to really persuade or sway anyone one way or another either. there are a 1000 other blogs on this site that can probably offer you better explanations, specific clips, and detailed break downs of moments throughout the years and even then people are going to see what they want to see. i just wanted to write some of my own thoughts down finally.

though...i guess if i had to point to any one single piece of "evidence" it would definitely be tried and true gcf tokyo? but if watching that the first time didn't ring through you like a gunshot, i def don't think there's anything i could say beyond that.

honestly, i think so much of "why jikook" for me boils down to the pit in the bottom of my stomach that i used to get when i first began to notice them. when i got past the initial warm fuzzies inspired by the sincerity of their interactions, my immediate second emotion was concern.

i remember the first time i heard some of the other boys make an offhand joke about them being a couple and i got anxious, fast. i thought hide, hide better, please be safe. i began to pay extra attention to the other members in general too when jikook would do things and felt like i could sometimes see a similar anxiety to my own in their expressions. for a long time, i just worried about them and where i saw other people rejoice in their more obvious moments, i was slow to celebrate.

despite my initial hesitation, it's now been about 5 years since the first time they ever made me double take. they're a few years younger than me but i feel like we've been growing up together. (parasocial? idk her.) they're less conspicuous these days, and for lots of obvious reasons, but i feel like overall, their confidence in themselves and each other is quite high. i know that's probably a funny thing to say in light of this last week especially, but i stand by it. i've seen this song and dance before. i have managed my own expectations in the past, taken full steps back only to be beaten anew over the head so many times with enough "coincidences" i felt borderline foolish to try and deny anything. jikook are truly some sort of neuro-spicy pattern recognition drug, i swear.

and i've never really gotten to talk about any of this with anyone before! i'm shy irl, and shy online apparently bc i have just been lurking around the outer lines of this circle this whole time like some creepy creep but i've decided i'm over it. fuck it. growth.gif. idk that i have anything important or new to contribute to the conversation but my god, no one else seems to let that stop them so i might as well take my turn on the soapbox, no?

so 📢 JIKOOK REAL (?) jikook sus. jikook make bandaged queer little heart go boom boom.

[torialefay]

☀️ Everyday Idol 🌙 (Chapter 11)

✨ possible bangchan x reader (f), possible jungkook x reader (f)

✨ head on over to my masterlist if you haven’t checked out the previous chapters!

✨wc: ~4.6k

✨ friends to lovers? possible love triangle? obsession? angst and future smut??? a little fluff.

✨ summary: JYP Entertainment launches a new show and y/n somehow gets recruited. Even though she doesn’t particularly care about the outcome of the show, she does particularly care about one of the artists she met: Chris from Stray Kids. Does Chris feel the same or will a potential relationship with one of his friends overcome what y/n feels for him?

✨ warnings: cursing from time to time, smut!!!! 🔞

✨ author’s note: i’ve begun adding dates/times into the storyline, as i felt like it was getting a bit confusing to keep track of dates. i may go back later and add these into previous chapters as well.

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Previous Chapter Recap:

You were too overcome with your craving for him to be able to stop. You didn’t care anymore. If anyone saw you, then so be it. All that mattered in this moment was him.

You felt Jungkook moan ever so lightly as he grabbed harder to your jaw, pulling you back slightly and letting out an exasperated sigh with a chuckle. He smiled, bringing his forehead down to press against yours as he brought your body in to press up against him . “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that,” he beamed down at you.

“Ditto,” you smirked, running your fingers along his upper back.

Suddenly, you heard a DING!

Your elevator was here.

Jungkook reluctantly pulled himself from you and slipped his hand into yours, guiding you into the elevator without him. “Let’s do this again sometime?” he flirted.

You pressed the button for your floor. “Hmm, I’ll think about it,” you teased.

Jungkook played fake hurt, putting a big pout on his face, eyes silently begging.

You rolled your eyes. “I’ll call you tomorrow, you big doofus.”

You saw Jungkook’s eyes turn sad as the elevator doors began to close. He backed up a little bit. “Miss you already,” he said, half joking.

“Miss you too,” you squeezed out as the doors pressed together. You weren’t joking.

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Note: Character relations you can refer back to if needed.

Y/n- Changbin’s mentee

Anna- best friend, Felix’s mentee

Kara- Seungmin’s mentee

Sunnie- Han’s mentee

Mindi- Hyunjin’s mentee

Nisha- Lee Know’s mentee

Alyssa- Jeongin’s mentee

Jenna- Chan’s mentee

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Friday, 8 AM

Y/N’s POV:

If staring eyes had lasers, your head would have been charred into oblivion by now. And it was only 8 AM. You knew word would get around quickly, but you didn’t expect it to be this intense.

As soon as you’d stepped foot into your hotel room the night prior, Anna was already berating you with questions.

“Y/n! Oh my god! You’re all over Twitter already,” she sprung up in the bed.

“Jesus Christ,” you let out a sigh. If it was public already, then there wasn’t much you could do. It wasn’t like you’d been cautious about it. But butterflies swarmed around your stomach thinking of how this could change everything. For good or for bad.

“Come on, come on, tell me about it!” Anna had chirped, excitedly patting the bed beside her. The smile on her face was so deep, you didn’t know if she’d ever be able to peel it off.

She’d listened intently and begged for every last detail of your night with Jungkook. “So you guys are official now then?” she questioned at the end.

You looked off for a moment, pondering what to say. “I mean, we never talked about it…” you trailed.

“But basically,” Anna smirked, poking fun at you.

When all she got was an eye roll in response, she pushed you further. “Y/n’s got a boyfriendddd,” she teased while clinging to your arm to rock you back and forth, giggling.

“He’s not my boyfriend… technically,” you shook your head with an embarrassed grin.

“Oh whateverrrrr,” she gawked, dragging her voice up. “I give it a week tops.”

“And I promise you’ll be the first to know,” you said, trying to pacify her.

“I better be,” she raised her eyebrows. “Everyone online thinks you’ve been together for a long time apparently.”

The comment took you aback a bit.

“Everyone online?” You knew you’d be on Dispatch and the other common social media platforms, but had people had long enough to speculate about it already?

“Well yeah. From seeing the Dispatch pictures a few days ago… I guess they thought he wouldn’t be seen out with someone he isn’t serious about,” Anna poked into your side. Seeing your face halt, she continued. “But don’t worry, I haven’t seen anyone talking about knowing who you are… Nobody from JYP has noticed. Or if they have, they haven’t said anything.”

You breathed out a sigh of relief. It’s not that you were scared for people to see you with Jungkook. You weren’t scared of being seen on a large scale. What you *didn’t want is for people to think you were with Jungkook when you actually weren’t. If things didn’t work out between the two of you, you didn’t want to look like some idiot who fell for a celebrity and then got played… Or someone who was just chasing fame. You weren’t doing any of those things. You were simply taking life as it came to you. You’d thought that would be the best way to live out this new adventure in Korea. You really hoped you weren’t wrong.

But that’s also how it came to be that there were 20 heads turned to look in your direction as you entered the dance practice room. Silence filled the air as if it was an unspoken rule.

‘It’s too early for this shit,’ you thought, still rubbing your eyes from staying up later than you’d meant to.

Of course Jenna’s energy was the loudest, and you couldn’t help but feel her focusing all of it on you as you walked past. From the corner of your eye, you could see her jaw clench as you set your bag down on the opposite side of the room.

You were stealthily waiting for someone to start up a conversation with you about it, ready to be on the offense if needed. But no one did. No one said a word. At all.

As the main dancer, you took that as your cue to get everyone together to begin on your session for the day. You silently thanked the gods above that you’d only have to be with the group until noon. All afternoon and evening was set aside to practice for the showcase the following day. Until this moment, you hadn’t really felt the nerves, pushing them off by saying you still had a few days to rehearse. But today was the last one. Today, everything had to be perfect. Your heart sped up at the thought, but you’d have to push past it for the next few hours.

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“Okay, it’s just not gonna work,” you said, standing up from your previously seated position on the ground. You’d stepped out of the choreography to watch the rest of the team. A few of the girls had been struggling with one part in particular. It was only a couple of eight counts, but there was a lot of fast, dynamic movement. Everyone was going to have to have clean lines if it was going to look right, and at this rate… well, it’d be better to just change it.

“How about let’s try a different approach,” you offered up as you walked toward the group. The song in itself had a bit of a sexy element to it, but you didn’t feel like the JYPE choreographers had encapsulated that at all. It was a strong song, and you knew it had the potential to have an equally strong performance.

“What if it went more like this,” you started before turning your body to face the mirror. You knew in your head exactly how you wanted it to go. You’d envisioned it the very first time you’d heard the song. It’d be a perfect fit. Down on one knee, then the other, a low swoop of your upper body before circling to grab each thigh. A couple of bounces before rolling your body onto your side, arching your back and then letting your hips lift up and drop to each side. A little provocative, maybe, but nothing any more than you’d seen done before. You were all well above age anyways.

“5, 6, 7, 8,” you began your eight count before matching the moves to the beat. You made sure to move fluidly so the girls could see the full vision, how your bodies could hopefully move in more unison thi s way. You felt your mind drift off as you let yourself melt into the motions. If “feeling yourself” was a dance, this would most certainly be it. At the last drop of your hip onto the ground, you finished by arching your ass up one more time before flipping your hair and kicking yourself back up.

Light claps erupted all around, and as you focused back on the people around you, you could see a flustered-looking Chan standing shyly only a few feet away. He was looking around, finally deciding to land on your feet, as if that was the only appropriate place for his eyes to be right now.

“I love it!” Kara smiled, walking so that she was positioned behind you and ready to follow at your next demonstration.

“Yeah, that was really good. Let’s see…” one of the choreographers followed suit and walked next to Kara so that you could walk him through the eight count again.

As you went, more slowly this time, you made sure to make each move more bold so that they’d get each little placement.

Some of the girls followed along in tiny motions, as if mentally mapping out what each step would be changed to. About halfway through, you heard a voice mumble at a tone that was definitely meant to be heard.

“I bet this is how she got Jungkook to like her,” Jenna said, snickering in Alyssa’s way.

You knew you weren’t the only one who heard it. In fact, you were sure it was loud enough so that everyone else in the room could hear it too. As if all eyes weren’t already on you.

You slowly took a deep breath in and stood up, taking your time to turn your body fully toward Jenna. If she wanted drama, then by all means, you’d give her the drama. It was long overdue. Everyone watched in silence as you eyed her up and down before walking over.

“I’m sorry Jenna, did you have something to add?” you asked, your face resting right in front of hers as you stood your ground.

You watched her eyes shift a bit, trying to stay straight with yours. She was at list a little shaken. You could tell by the way her lip slightly quivered. She wasn’t used to having anyone call her out. But she was in too deep now. Everyone had heard what she said. She couldn’t play dumb.

She crossed her arms as a cold and condescending voice coming across her lips. “I just meant that maybe some of us don’t feel comfortable doing those kinds of moves. You obviously have no problem doing it, and that’s great for you, but some of us prefer choreography that has a bit more of a… tasteful quality to it,” she smiled.

You mimicked her fake smile back. “Well if you were worried about being able to keep up with the rest of us, why didn’t you just say so?”

“Trust me, I can keep up with it just fine. What I can’t keep up with,” she continued sarcastically, “is how someone like you keeps everyone else fooled with this little gimmick you’ve got going on.” She leaned in, slightly lowering her voice. “You and I both know how you’ve gotten your fill while you’ve been here.” She smiled maniacally, like she’d just won a big prize.

“Hey, that’s enough!” Chris interjected, moving himself between the two of you. He made sure to pause on your face for a moment, making sure you were okay.

“I was just saying what we were all thinking,” Jenna said, quieter now.

“Jenna,” he said, looking now directly into her eyes, challenging her. “I said that’s enough.” It was quick, but you saw a muscle in his jaw flex before relaxing just a moment later.

After staring at him for another second, Jenna finally backed up. “Whatever,” she let out a laugh in disbelief. “Whatever,” she repeated.

“Let’s all take a ten minute break, yeah?” Chan said loudly, aimed at anyone and no one.

A few more seconds of silence passed before the others in the room started to peel their eyes away from the scene, instead turning to the person next to them and whispering under their breath as Jenna walked out the door.

You dropped your head slightly. Is this really what people thought of you now? That you were a slut and that’s why Jungkook had been seen with you?

You thought back to conversations prior. Kara discussing on the day of your professionalism training how there was a rumor going around that one of the trainees was hooking up with Jungkook. Talking about it again at a lunch with the boys. You remembered getting so upset over it- you’d barely even been on a date with the guy at the time.

Everyone had heard the rumor, but you thought that it surely would have died off by now. Apparently not. You suddenly felt your cheeks get hot.

“Thanks for that,” you mustered to Chan once everyone had averted their attention to something else.

He tried to bring his face up to look at yours, but his eyes just couldn’t seem to ascend all the way. He couldn’t make eye contact if his life depended on it. “No worries,” he strained out before turning and walking in the other direction, seemingly to nowhere.

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Friday, 12 PM

Y/N’s POV:

“Thank fucking god,” you mumbled under your breath as one of the vocal coaches called for a recess.

You knew you shouldn’t let it get to you, but Jenna’s words earlier set the tone for a pretty “off” day. It wasn’t so much that it came from her (you’d decided over a week ago that that didn’t matter), but the fact that she’d said it in front of everyone, making everyone stop in their tracks.

Surely no one would agree with her, right? I mean… it’s Jenna for fuck’s sake.

You were hoping that the one saving factor in the situation was that everyone, to your knowledge, understood that Jenna was a Grade A bitch… Hopefully they knew to take her words with a grain of salt.

Regardless, you could see the way that people were tip-toeing around you. You weren’t oblivious to the stares that were masked by the sides of their faces. It made for a morning full of being self-conscious, and resultantly, a lot of mistakes. You were just ready for a reset.

Felix was feeling better today, so you had made plans with him, Anna, and Changbin to grab lunch from the cafeteria and head straight to rehearsal for the showcase. You wanted to make sure that everything was perfect. No stone left unturned. Neither of the boys had been in the room for vocal practice, so you went with Anna to collect your belongings before heading to the exit.

On your trek, you couldn’t help but watch Jenna’s movements in front of you. She’d all but dashed to the other side of the room at the end of practice. And now, here she was, walking around Chan with a hand running along his back.

‘Quick make up,’ you thought, rolling your eyes as you walked past.

As you and Anna hurried along to the cafeteria, you couldn’t get the scene out of your mind. You couldn’t help it. She was just so… icky. Chan’s her mentor and all, but there’s no way they’re close like that considering the way he scolded her earlier. He wouldn’t be. Not with her.

Hopping into the elevator, you took your phone out to send a quick text.

Before last night, you would have considered that bold. But after basically tongue-fucking Jungkook, you figured that was pretty mild. After all, honesty is the best policy.

After getting out of the elevator and meandering your way to the cafeteria, you easily spotted Felix and Changbin by the sight of Felix’s bright, freshly bleached blond hair sticking out from the crowd. They’d both been waiting next to the line so that the four of you could go through together.

“Thanks for waiting up!” Anna said as you approached.

“I would say you’re welcome, but we had a break while you all were in vocal lessons, and we kinda got hungry and already ate a snack,” Changbin admitted, clearing his throat with a sly grin.

“Just a snack?” Anna asked, cocking a brow.

“I mean it was supposed to just be a snack…” Changbin trailed off as he turned his head to look at Felix. “Before somebody got sidetracked.”

Felix shot his hands up defensively. “Hey, I couldn’t help it! You wanted it too, don’t lie!”

“Well now, I didn’t say that,” Changbin said quickly in his sarcastic tone. “The point is,” he pitched his voice up, “it was a good deal, so we brought fried chicken!” He reached his previously hidden hand from around his back, holding up a bag in victory. An open-mouthed smile was strewn across his face.

“You didn’t have to do that Bin!” you said, heart feeling warm from the action.

“He likes to spend money, take it while you can,” Felix laughed.

You and Anna both said your thank you’s before graciously taking the bag and going to the drink station. After filling up the disposable cups, your group made the trek back upstairs to your usual studio.

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6 hours later, and you were finally starting to feel more confident. The routine was down, you and Anna had been hitting the vocals all night, and you felt like you’d finally gotten your groove. You’d already talked over what you would wear tomorrow and the general stuff like the fact that you’d rather have a hand-held mic. For the first time, you actually felt like a performer.

“Time for a break? I honestly feel like if we run through it a few more times, I feel really comfortable with where we’re at,” you said to the group.

“I agree,” Anna concurred.

“You guys have so much natural talent… really,” Changbin said, serious all of a sudden. “I know you said you don’t really care about the outcome, but I think you guys could really win this.”

You weren’t sure why, but something in his words made you nervous. Like now you had something to prove.

“You really think so?” Anna questioned.

“Yeah, I do.” Changbin replied. “Chan is helping judge tomorrow, so I’m gonna see if he knows more.”

“I’ll be honest, I’d be surprised if you guys aren’t winners of the whole show,” Felix said, also serious now. “I’ve heard JYP talking really highly of both of you.”

“Oh wow…” Anna whispered.

“I mean what…” Felix trailed. “We’ve all heard the rumors that he may be trying to put a group together out of this, and to like actually debut you guys. What do you think you’d say if it happened? If you won?”

“I’d say yes,” you heard Anna respond as your own voice strained out the word “no” in unison.

“Oh,” you giggled, looking at Anna. “I didn’t know you’d thought about it like that.”

Anna didn’t respond, she just looked down, seeming a bit embarrassed. Well, maybe not as embarrassed as falling off her footing. This was the first time in a very VERY long time you’d ever seen her respond this way about anything. You’d almost forgotten she was capable of it.

“I mean, it makes sense,” you went on, nudging her. “You’re a natural. You were chosen as leader after only a few days.”

“It’s true. I’ve never heard of anyone being named leader that quickly,” Changbin confirmed.

“You’d be crazy not to take it,” you smiled, earning a strong smile back from Anna.

“You’d be crazy not to take it too!” Changbin added, looking directly at you with wide eyes.

“Okayyyy,” you dragged you. “I know it could be ideal for a lot of people, but it’s just not my dream. It never has been. But,” you paused, knocking your shoulder into Anna, “I think I could settle with being an idol’s bestie,” you giggled again.

“You’d better be,” she joked. “But that’s *assuming I make it, and *assuming that’s what all of this is about.”

“Well I’d assume both,” Felix smiled with a look on his face you’d seen before. You could pin-point it exactly. The first time you’d seen him like this was the day he’d overheard you talking about wanting to make Chris jealous by going out with Jungkook. The menacing smile and the look that told you he had more answers than he could share.

You decided to leave it be. You didn’t want to push farther into it and get anyone’s hopes up. “We’ll see then,” you grinned. “Plus,” you began towards Anna, “I don’t know how well I’ll be received after all this talk about me catches up to JYP.” You mumbled it a bit, but didn’t care for the boys to hear. It wasn’t like the entirety of JYPE hadn’t been talking about you all day.

“Yeah…” Felix started, but couldn’t finish it, obviously feeling a bit awkward now.

“Listen, we’ve all seen the pictures and stuff, but it’d really nobody’s business. Don’t listen to what anyone has to say,” Changbin said steadily. “And if anyone gives you a hard time, tell them they’ve gotta get through your mentor first,” he puffed his chest out jokingly.

It earned a laugh from you. “I could’ve used that earlier today, but noted,” you said, trying to have it come across as light-hearted. As you stilled for a moment, you couldn’t help but add “It’s not true, by the way. What Jenna said. It isn’t true,” you looked down. You knew you didn’t need to prove anything to them, but you still wanted somebody to know.

“Sane people know that,” Changbin reassured you, reaching over to gently pat your shoulder. “Don’t let her ruin this.”

“I’m not, I promise,” you grinned up at him. “Just wanted you to know,” you looked back and forth between the boys.

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Friday, 12 PM

Chan’s POV:

“Hey, can I talk to you?” Jenna came up behind a sitting Chan, a hand gently running along his back as she walked around him.

“I was about to head out to get some lunch. I thought we were gonna meet Alyssa and Jeongin at 2 to practice?” Chan questioned earnestly.

“We were, I just-“ she settled in front of him, “wanted to apologize about earlier. I shouldn’t have said what I did, and I’m sorry you had to get involved.”

Chan’s jaw tightened a bit. “That’s good of you, but you should probably say that to Y/N instead,” he responded, pushing his laptop into its case.

“I will! I just wanted to tell you too… I’d hate for there to be anything coming in between us,” she smiled flirtaciously.

‘Ahhh so that’s what this is about,’ Chan thought. It took everything in him to keep from looking annoyed, but he’d get his way out of it.

“No, we’re good. Just please make sure to keep things good with the others, okay?” he scrounged up.

“Absolutely! I’m really sorry…,” she looked down before quickly snapping her head back up with that same smile. “So meet at 2? Same spot?” she asked chirpily.

“Yep, I’ll be there,” Chan said, standing to his feet.

“Before, you go,” Jenna stopped him, “I heard a rumor that you were going to be helping judge tomorrow at the showcase?”

“Yeah, I am. But no one was really supposed to know that. Why?” Chan asked, shifting his weight.

“I was just hoping that… ya know, since we worked on this song together, that maybe I’d be able to get a good evaluation? I’ve been working so hard.”

“I can’t give extra points just because I helped with a song… Just do your best and it’ll be fine, yeah?”

Jenna blatantly did not like that answer. She leaned in closer, grabbing slightly to Chan’s arm. “I’d just really like to impress you,” she started in a low tone with a smile. “And if there’s… anything,” she let her eyes trail down the length of Chan’s torso before moving them back up, “that I can do to make sure of that, just say the word and it’s yours.” She squeezed on his arm the tiniest bit.

“What are you insinuating?” Chan asked.

“I’m not insinuating anything,” Jenna said, her voice innocent but teasing. “Just know I’d do whatever it takes to get on your good side. And I’d enjoy it,” she giggled before lightly pulling her hand away from him.

Chan couldn’t help the disgusted look that came across his face. It was purely reactionary. “Please just stop,” he scoffed, eyeing her down for a split second as he took a step back. He could tell that the rejection was about to make her boil over.

Jenna was hasty to be on the defense. Her eyes filled with a look of questioning, like she didn’t understand how he could possibly say no. “Why are you being like this? You hinted at something with us before?” She paused for a moment, obviously mad. “Is this about her? Y/N? You have a thing for her or something?”

“No, it’s not like that,” Chan countered quickly.

Jenna smiled, clicking her teeth. “Yeah, I’m sure,” she said sarcastically. “I saw the way you looked at her that night we all met up as a group. When you were supposed to be talking to me, but instead you were busier with her.” She threw her hands up. “What is it with her? I don’t know what kind of game she’s playing, but trust me, you’ll want to get out of it. Don’t come crying to me when you realize that.”

“What are you talking about?” Chan responded, crossing his brows.

“Listen, we can sit here and play ‘fake nice’ all we want, but we all know what I said about her earlier was true. From personal experience, trust me when I say I know what she’s up to with him. He may be your friend, but I promise you, I know way more about what he does than you do. You can paint Y/N as whatever character you want, but at the end of the day, she’s just his sloppy seconds. At least I have the courage to say it to her.”

Chan felt his head begin to spin. What did she mean by that? Sloppy seconds?

His mind wondered back to the beginning of the week, the first day that actual filming of the show began. How annoyed everyone was with Jenna prancing around holding a display of flowers to show off. As if anyone cared. As if it made her look anything but desparate for attention. As if she was calling out, “Someone look at me! Someone likes me!”.

But it had worked on Chan. Not because he ever cared about her, but because she was holding the same flower arrangement he’d specifically chosen for Y/N earlier that weekend. The arrangement he’d given to JK in a nervous, heart-broken rage. Jungkook hadn’t been there to see you. He’d been there to see Jenna. And to give her flowers apparently.

It’s not like the thought didn’t cross his mind, but this had just confirmed it.

But now… now Jungkook had you instead? Thoughts pounded in his mind about the tangled web he’d found himself in.

“Please, just go,” was all Chan could respond with.

After standing and observing him for a few more seconds, Jenna finally crosses her arms and huffed. “Whatever, but just know that you better not play favorites tomorrow. It would be pretty embarrassing on your end.” She gave one final eyebrow raise before turning on her heels to jet out the door.

Chan could do nothing but stand there, desperately trying to make sense of the information she’d given him.

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Ungodly Hour (3)

When your mother is sent screenshots of your tweets, you lie & claim that it was an inside joke between you & your boyfriend. @seokjinkismet @bloodline1632 @babycandy111

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Warning: dirty talk, simp jungkook once again, oral (f/m receiving) face riding, 69, dirty talk, creampie, unprotected sex, degradation kink, submissive reader, dom jungkook, slight jealous and possessive jungkook, but like we love this jungkook,

“Never knew you lived alone.” you say as your eyes scan around the clean, spacious apartment. 

“I’ve invited you over plenty of times.” Jungkook closes the door behind him, takes off his shoes and makes his way towards his kitchen. “You always shot me down.”

You follow him into the kitchen with a roll of your eyes, sitting on the island to watch him take out the fresh food he just bought today for dinner. “Who knows what you’d do to me if I stayed here.”

“Exactly what you beg me to do when we’re at your house.” Jungkook sends you a smile before turning away from you.

Jungkook had a point, you’re sad to say.

Jungkook begins to cook, wrapping a black apron around his torso tightly as he does so. You laugh at how persistent he is, your stomach churning with unknown feelings - you refuse to believe it’s because you like him more than a fuck buddy.

The phone call you got from your mother was an embarrassing one. She called you non-stop, and when you finally answered, you were left completely worried about what in the world she could be in such a rush to speak about.

Your tweets were not what was on your mind when you answered. She had told you that she was sent a screenshot - you blame your brother and his treacherous ways; who else would it be? “Are you prostituting yourself?” your mother’s disappointed voice asks over the phone and a side of you wants to laugh. Maybe in a way this could be prostitution - but you and Jungkook had a form of relationship. You were close friends, you’d say, often hanging out together even outside of sex - so you didn’t consider it prostitution. Just maybe a favor for a favor.

“No, of course not!” was your response, completely flushed with hot embarrassment. “Who told you about twitter? How did you find it…?” 

What made your mother stop ranting was you exclaiming that Jungkook - or the “horny boy who comments on your posts” as she puts it - was your boyfriend and everything you were tweeting was just an inside joke between the two of you - a joke she obviously didn’t get.

When you made an obvious lie to your mother, she was skeptical. You never mentioned any boyfriends before and it was news to her. She wanted to meet Jungkook, already telling your father about the embarrassing tweets and what “the new generation are doing on their social media platforms” that he didn’t care about. 

So, this is how you and Jungkook found yourself in his apartment - a rather spacious, clean and overall nice apartment - with him cooking dinner for you, himself and your parents. Once viewing your tweet, he had called you instantly, declaring that he was going to be the best fake boyfriend your mother ever met.

“Smells good.” you murmur after about 30 minutes, looking up from your phone.

Jungkook knits his brows and chuckles. “Does it?” he asks. “I had to bring out the fine china for my in-laws.”

You roll your eyes. “You’re pushing it.” you quip.

Jungkook lowers the fire and turns towards you. His apron is slightly messy, but it only meant that he was a good chef. He places his hands onto the table, your eyes catching the way his veins pulse. 

“I’m serious.” Jungkook says. “There’s no going back from this now. We mind as well start thinking about marriage.”

You raise a brow and tilt your head. 

“I mean,” Jungkook taps his fingers onto the island table. “after I woo your mother and show her how amazing I am, there’ll be no other man who’s going to have that love in her heart.”

You begin to laugh at Jungkook’s words - even if he did have a point. Jungkook would be the type of person your mother would want for you to date - which made the fake dating aspect more comical for you. 

“You’re laughing now,” Jungkook smirks, leaning forward to capture your lips in a quick, off guard, peck. His soft lips shut you up and leave you wanting more. “but I’ll be having the last laugh when she invites me to all the holiday dinners.”

You lick your lips, attempting to not let Jungkook see you flustered. “Is that so?” you decide to humor the man. “You’ll put yourself through humiliation even when I do find a boyfriend?”

Jungkook’s eyes are right on yours, starting with a serious expression. Slowly, his smirk turns into a thin line and then you begin to feel as though you crossed a line with him - maybe even hurt his feelings in a way.

Jungkook pokes his tongue through his cheek, but then he tilts his head once more and gives you that toothy grin. “Sure. You’ll keep seeing me at these holiday dinners or get-togethers because your mother will love me so much, I'll basically be part of the family.” 

Jungkook turns away, turning off the stove. His eyes darted to the clock hanging high on the wall, there was another 30 minutes until your parents would arrive. 

“You’ll still sit on my face even if you did bring a boyfriend around. And I’ll make you cum each time.”

Jungkook’s words catch you by surprise, but it leaves you hot nonetheless. His eyes are staring right through you once more - he knows what he’s doing and you hate it - hate that he knows what he could do to you with just his words.

“That sounds absurd that you think I would keep you around even if I did have a boyfriend.” you  quip, challenging him. 

“But you will.” Jungkook retorts all too quickly. “You’ll do nothing but have that” Jungkook raises a hand and does air quotations. “boyfriend running away.”

You’re taken aback, but before you can respond, Jungkook does.” When you realize that only I have the patience to handle that spoiled princess bitchy attitude you portray, it’ll make things easier for the both of us.” he shrugs. “Until then, I’ll let you live out this fantasy of a fake boyfriend coming around.”

Jungkook waits for you to respond to him with petty remarks. He doesn’t tell you, but he enjoys the petty debates you and he share - maybe because each time it ends with you sitting on his face. 

You don’t speak, and Jungkook knows yet again, he has you beat. 

“You want to sit on my face?” Jungkook questions with a raised brow after a few moments of a silent staring battle.

You nod, and now the both of you are scurrying to his bedroom - his leading the way. Jungkook doesn’t botter shutting the door, there was limited time he had. He’s already pulling at your pants when he enters the room.

Jungkook lays down upon his bed just as your pants fall. “Just push them aside.” he says in a hurry. “Cute.” he murmurs at the pastel lavender underwear you wore - they were velvet and soft. “Are these new?”

You position yourself above Jungkook’s lips and nod your head. “You should know. It was your credit card that was swiped.” 

Jungkook snorts but nods. “I don’t check where you go when I give you my card.” he begins to kiss your inner thighs.

“This is why Jimin hates me.” you giggle, biting your lip. “Spending all your money on me while he has to fight for hulu again.”

Jungkook places a kiss on your clit. “I’m not fucking Jimin.” is all he says before diving into your clit. His tongue begins to lick between your folds and now your back is arching.

Jungkook licks your clit like a man starved, determined to make you cum. His hands rub your thighs encouragingly like he usually does, wanting you to get enough pleasure as you could. 

You begin to rock your hips against his tongue, biting your lips. You could never say no to Jungkook offering to pleasure you - he does it so often now that it becomes a part of your weekly routine.

“You’re holding back.” Jungkook muffled words hit your ears. His finger slides between your panties, pushing them aside so he has more access to lick upon your clit. Just as you open your eyes to look at Jungkook, he lifts you up slightly to spit onto your clit, just to lap it up entirely, along with the arousal you provided him. 

“S-Stop doing that.” you murmur, but even you can’t help but moan. Jungkook understands your body right now, only knowing his perverted actions would cause you to buckle your hips against his tongue even harder.

Jungkook doesn’t respond, just lies and watches as your face contorts with pleasure. His hand roams your bare thighs until he reaches your ass. He rubs it gently, a slight encouragement for you to get your high off. 

With each thrust of your clit upon his tongue, Jungkook feels himself grow hard - but this wasn’t about him. He enjoyed pleasuring you, truly - even when you did nothing for him in return. Watching you knowing that he had you this way was worth it. 

Jungkook willingly slurps and groans onto your clit, his hands now squeezing your ass. “If you keep doing that I’m gonna cum.” you say, and Jungkook does it even harder, a look in his eyes that tells you “that’s the point”.

‘F-Fuck.” you lift yourself from Jungkook’s tongue against his wishes.

“You didn’t cum yet.” Jungkook pushes you back down against his tongue, preparing himself when you speak.

“I know you’re hard.” you turn yourself around so you’re facing his erect cock. His sweats appear tight when you know they aren’t, but that’s due to his hardened cock.”Wanna cum in my mouth?”

Jungkook groans. He doesn’t answer, just dives back onto your clit. He has a firm grasp against you, ensuring you don’t move away from him this time. 

You don’t waste any more time, hands roughly tugging out Jungkook’s cock. It springs out and you wrap your mouth against the tip, sucking it just know you know Jungkook likes it.  Your nails dig into his thighs as your head bobs up and down, sucking him in deeper each time.

Jungkook’s fully moaning now into your clit, hips thrusting to meet your warm mouth. He doesn’t understand fully how you do this to him each time - there was never a dull moment with you. Sex each time only became better and better; he never wanted it to end.

“I-I don’t think I can let you cum in my mouth.” you say, popping Jungkook’s cock from your swollen lips. Your tongue licks up the shaft of it before you kiss the tip. “Please, just fuck me.”

Jungkook doesn’t need to be told twice. When Jungkook wanted to, he could easily throw you around like a ragdoll. You’re grateful that the man with such stamina and strength never fully displays it unless you wanted him to.

“We only have about five minutes.” Jungkook centers himself at your entrance, enthralled at how amazing your ass appeared arched for him - no matter how many times you blessed him with such a view. 

“Maybe then, fuck…” Jungkook begins to enter you, your pussy immediately clenching around him. “...you have five minutes to fuck me like you mean it then.”

Fuck you Jungkook does. His thrusts are completely brutal, both hands firmly against you. His left is on your hips while his right is pressing your back against his mattress. The sounds of skin slapping echoes off of his walls, the neighbors would surely know about this one.

“Your pussy’s so wet for me, baby.” Jungkook grunts, eyes bouncing between the arch of your back to the way you were creaming his cock. “And to think you thought about having a boyfriend that wasn’t me.”

You knew Jungkook wasn’t going to let that down, but you were far too into his dick to care about what he was saying to fuel his ego - Jungkook did this constantly. “No one could fuck you as good as me” he’d say. “Your pussy was made for my cock.” was another. Your favorite was his praises towards you. “You look so beautiful taking me.” or “You ride it so good, baby.”

Jungkook’s right hand reaches for your neck, hoisting you up. His cock goes even deeper and now you’re unable to suppress your whimpers. “You know no one else can deal with you like I can.”

Jungkook’s lips press open mouth kisses against the nape of your neck. 

“I know.” you whimper, submitting to Jungkook like he wants. 

It’s amazing to think how different the two of you were while intimate. Jungkook appeared like the submissive type to others, always doting on you (even if there wasn’t an actual label on the “relationship") while you appeared dominant and demanding. But when Jungkook was in the mood (with your consent, of course) it was like a switch turned in his brain, and he wanted (needed) you to know that you were his.

“Exactly.” Jungkook chuckles. He’s hitting your spot with each thrust, not letting go of your neck. “I think you just enjoy being a bitch.”

You clench around him at the degrading word, Jungkook notices. 

“You enjoy teasing me, saying how you’d give my pussy away to someone else.”

“I-I’m about to cum!” you wail, eyes clenched shut. It was Jungkook’s fault - fuck him and his good dick and his dirty words. Maybe you were into a little bit of degrading and maybe even a little masochism - you were already submissive to Jungkook. You had to fight back agreeing with the man and telling him that it was his pussy; you would never hear the end of it if you did.

“I bet.” Jungkook retorts smugly. “You love it when I treat you like a whore off the street, huh?” Jungkook shakes his head, squeezing your neck a little harder. “I’ll fuck you however you’d like, Y/N, because deep inside, you know you’re my girl. You aren’t going anywhere.”

You cum on the spot, his words truly getting to you now. Jungkook allows you to fall into his pillows as he continues to pound inside of you. His thrusts are sloppy, and he knows even he has little time left until he cums. 

Jungkook swallows the lump in his throat, pondering that maybe he has gone a little too hard on you - but then you turn your head slightly to face him and you give him those eyes. The same eyes he can never say no to.

Jungkook cums deep inside of you, twitching. He’s hissing, his eyes fluttering at the sensational feeling. There was nothing better than getting to cum inside of you - it felt more intimate than pulling out (even if he did enjoy coating you with his cum).

Jungkook takes a few deep breaths before pulling out of you. It was times like this he wished he could capture the moment - you completely fucked out with his cum dripping out of you. It’s the sick satisfaction he often thinks of when he’s alone - that you allowed him to do this to you when you are known as the closed off girl with the resting (beautiful) bitch face.

Jungkook places your panties back to cover you, lightly tapping it. “I’ll be saving that for later.” he sighs in satisfaction. “You okay? I wasn't too rough, right?”

You sigh deeply. It takes you a moment to turn but when you do, you nod. 

Jungkook gives you a wide smile. “Okay. Get up. They’ll be here soon.” Jungkook tells you. “We can’t have them knowing I fucked the shit out of you.”

Your eyes widened but you couldn’t help but laugh. You hide your face with your hands. “I’m so sleepy, though.”

Jungkook grasps your hands, placing a kiss on both of them. “We have the whole weekend to sleep in.” he says, and it’s then you remembered you agreed to spending the weekend with Jungkook, him insisting that after dinner he can just drive you back to your home and pack a bag. “And I have the whole weekend to show you just how much you are my girl.”

Jungkook sends a wink your way and you can’t help but roll your eyes, even if the pits of your stomach are churning and your body feels hot.

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https://www.tumblr.com/jeonscatalyst/760611976056553472/just-saw-this-on-twitter-and-it-was-so-funny-to?source=share

The way they used to be like "oh look taehyung tricked jungkook into thinking it's for the two of them poor jungkook" this that because as you see in the caption them thinking that since jm was see first time with TK and as TK were hanging out they thought jm needed taehyung's support to mend things with jungkook 😭 i remember all these tweets they made when tae posted that vminkook pic and i even said that time you're talking about jimin and if there's one thing about jm then he will need NO ONE to keep mend things back in his friendships there's a reason his eq gets praised the most.

I also remember reading one of TK blogger in jkk tag before AYS jeju saying that they might make tae might play the meian role in jkk's friendship like they made it seem like in ITS and i replied them saying no one made it look like that and it wouldn't have looked that way if taehyung didn't ask jimin call jungkook lol. They still bitter about that. They thought jimin would need anyone's help to get back with jungkook (not like anything was wrong between them). And that acct who's ss u posted is especially a freakin manipulator thinking she knows better when of shit is just made. She has me blocked. And this bitch said that taehyung didn't know jk's room in ptd LA time because they used to hangout in taehyung's room 😭 like girl who's taking u seriously?

They wanna make jikook look awkward sooo bad but failing miserable ever since. They're talking about same thing in those reviews cause they expected jikook to be awkward but it's not happening so they calling it fake

Lmaoooo anon.

I remember seeing those tweets last year. I even saw someone saying that Jimin posted the fish Jk drew and left taehyung out even though he was there but it turned out Tae was on the boat but wasn’t actually there when Jikook drew the fish lol.

Taekookers thrive by manipulating and bending the hell out of the truth. That ITS convo continues to haunt them till this day and they desperately want to Jimin and Jungkook to be the two awkward bros and are trying to push that narrative to even out the playing field but no one is taking them seriously. The only way they can continue making sense of their ship is by coming up with 5373735262 theories about their ship being depressed, oppressed, suppressed and all the pressed. They can only do that by claiming that bighit practices all it’s trickery on taekook by editing their moments out of content or using subtitles to manipulate how fans perceive their interactions even though I’m sure deep down they know that’s not the truth. They keep saying bighit made taekook have the talk, bighit made taekook do this or that, infact every single time taekook don’t toe the line, they blame bighit and Jimin and it’s getting ridiculous. They also somehow think that Jimin and Jungkook getting debunked would mean that their ship is real💀

Imagine boldy saying that taehyung tricked Jk to be somewhere with Jimin and also claim that Jk was keeping his distance only to find out that Jimin and Jungkook were actually the ones hosting tae and Jk was actually around Jimin the whole time. Must have stung. That account is lucky I don’t fight shippers on twitter else I would have visited their page to laugh a little😂