#jungkook is too gorgeous for this world:((((

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BANGTAN THROUGH THE YEARS 💜

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bend my rules | jjk

in which jeongguk jeon, the frattiest of all frat boys, has been trying to get you to go out with him since freshman year, no success. what if the events that occur in junior year change your opinion on jeongguk and you actually give him a chance?

rich! jeongguk x reader

warnings: detailed virginity loss (minors, go away!), use of yn, jk is a little dumb sometimes but he’s a sweetheart, jk is a frat boy, minor mention of SA (nothing too triggering (i hope)), i love yn, taehyung mention 🫶🏼, yn is thick asfff (#needthat), desperate jk, use of both jeongguk and jungkook (i’m an indecisive bitch sorry), he gets the girl!

another scenario with this couple ‘couple’s getaway’ !

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Jeongguk needs no introduction. There was not a single soul at Berkeley University that didn’t know of him. Even the freshmen got introduced to who he was on their first day. With a powerful presence, daddy’s money, and unfortunately for you, a gorgeous, gorgeous face and muscles for days, Jeongguk takes the entire world by storm. He had that something about him that makes every guy want to befriend him and makes every girl want to be with him.

He was a business administration major, now in his senior year; his goal? To take over his father’s many businesses when he graduates. He could have done that without college, but his family put a lot of importance on education.

He was simultaneously in a frat and also lived alone in a penthouse off campus. You always wondered how he was allowed to be in the frat if he wasn’t living in the fraternity itself. But he’s the king of Kappa Sigma; they couldn’t vote him out. You met Jungkook at a party thrown by a friend’s friend, who is also friends with Jungkook, during the second semester of freshman year. He approached you with charming confidence, asking for your number. You declined politely, and he has not left you alone since—following you around, asking you out, giving you gifts, inviting you to parties that you never ended up attending, asking your friends about you, pretending to share your interests to get closer to you, and so on and so forth.

The one thing that was good about freshman and sophomore year was that you had no classes with Jungkook. So the last two years, you had Jungkook-less classes, except for the ones he decided to barge into uninvited and declare his love for you. Junior year came, and with it, Jungkook decided to sign himself up for the 18th-century literature class with Professor Sullivan.

Your major was English literature.

Professor Sullivan’s class was one of your favorites—the debates, the topics, the atmosphere. Also, the fact that Professor Sullivan liked you a lot. The topic of this lesson was: the role of women in literature in the 18th century.

"Women in the 18th century played very crucial roles as empowered figures; that is a fact. Authors like Mary Wollstonecraft, for example; she challenged societal expectations and wrote incredibly critical narratives that advocated for women’s rights,” you argued with a steady voice.

From across from you, you heard a voice you dreaded. "Yn, no one can argue with you about the existence of women authors at the time, but were they really all that empowering? I mean, they pretty much all were dependent on men. For example, ‘Oroonoko,’ written by a woman, yet it represents a male hero, while the female perspective is secondary.”

“Well, Ben, if you had taken my argument or really, any historical context into consideration, you would understand that, male hero aside, a woman producing literature of any kind in that era meant that she was asserting herself in a male-dominant, or rather, in a female-submissive world, and that in itself is resistance. It embodies power. I rest my case."

Ben was about to open his mouth to argue back when the door to the lecture hall interrupted him.

"Mr. Jeon, you are half an hour late," Professor Sullivan spoke to the interrupter.

In that moment, Ben became the least of your worries, sexism and all. You felt as if your life was upside down and you couldn’t get it up. What the hell was he doing in this class? This isn’t even his thing; he will fail! He will fail miserably!

"I sincerely apologize, Professor. It won’t happen again," the deep voice apologized before stepping forward and finding a seat.

As his piercing brown eyes found yours, the usual smirk found its place on his lips, and them and their owner made their way directly towards you. He sat down with the same expression on his face. "Hey, gorgeous. Miss me over the summer?"

He put his muscular arm around your shoulder and kept his head tilted to the side to stare at you, admiring the beauty before him from head to toe. You were wearing flared jeans and a tight pink long-sleeve shirt that accentuated your generous breasts. "Cute outfit, baby. Pink is your color; I’ll make sure to buy you lingerie in that same shade."

Before you could answer, Mr. Sullivan stated: "Mr. Jeon, we were just discussing the woman’s role in 18th-century literature. I am sure Ms. Ln will fill you in on what you have missed so far, but I wish for you to pay attention to the rest of the lecture. I know Ms. Ln is much prettier than I am; nonetheless, I hope you can find it in yourself to pay more attention to me and less to her."

The whole hall broke out in laughter, amused at the professor’s wit. Jungkook just continued smirking at you, seemingly also amused at the professor, and you sat in silence for the rest of the lecture, blushing.

The lecture ended quickly after, all the students making their way out, and you would’ve done so as well, but you needed to have a little talk with the man sitting beside you first.

"What are you doing here?" you nearly hissed at Jungkook, who was still sitting, your arms crossed around your chest.

"What do you mean, baby?" he provoked. "You don’t want me here or something?"

One thing that can be said about Jungkook was that he was a very persistent man. Even after your countless rejections, he somehow managed to come back stronger, bigger, and harder to fight off.

"You know I don’t want you here! What are you even doing here in the first place, Jungkook? What do you want?" Your hands were on your full hips as you questioned him.

He looked up at you with a shimmer of amusement and a raised eyebrow, his eyes tracing every curve. "You know, Yn, you look really good from this angle."

The thought of kicking him in the head came to you, but you fought it off. "Answer my question."

"I’m not gonna answer a question you already know the answer to. You know damn well why I’m here; I want you, and I wanna see you, and I want you to finally go out with me so we can live happily ever after and put me out of my misery," he proclaimed, with the spirit of Romeo possessing him.

"You just did, though," you noted with a smirk.

"Huh?"

"You just answered a question I already know the answer to." With that, you grabbed your bag and swayed away from the man, who was too distracted watching you walk away to comprehend that you were gone.

___

On a Friday night, you had a lot you could do: read a new book, talk to your mom, whom you hadn’t seen in two months on the phone, organize a sleepover with your friends and watch a movie, finish the five essays you haven’t finished yet, go off campus and try new food, and if you don’t like it, get the food you know and like and eat it.

But in Avery’s opinion, there was nothing better to do than to go to the Kappa Sigma party. You would usually not necessarily disagree; a party is sometimes exactly what you needed, but not this Friday and not at Kappa Sigma.

"Avery, did you forget the 100 times that I have told you he is now in my 18th-century lit class? I had to see him three times this week for almost an hour each lecture. Those are three hours where I had to see him, where I had to hear him speak," you dramatically articulated. "And if you count the times that I have seen him in the halls, and the one time I saw him in the library, and the one time he came into my poetry class and sat there, watching me for 20 minutes before Professor Sinclair told him to leave, and the one time he came here to give me flowers and ask me out, that makes like a hundred thousand hours that I had to see him this week. I do not wanna go to his party!"

Your roommates all looked at you like you just fell down from an alien spaceship. Nora was the first one to react. "Your math skills are really bad, Yn."

Avery rolled her eyes. "True, but that’s besides the point; Yn, why are you whining that the hottest and richest guy at this entire university wants you and has been wanting you for the last two years? That’s a flex, girl! Now, go put on a sexy ass outfit on that sexy ass bod and let’s. go. out."

"Woooo!" you heard Sasha yell from the kitchen, making you crack a smile amid your misery.

"Alright, but next Friday, I choose what we do," you claimed, with full intention of keeping that promise.

_

You and all four of your roommates arrived at the Kappa Sigma house with outfits that nobody else could compete with. You were wearing a tight, black off-shoulder shirt and a red mini skirt that emphasized your already emphasized thickness. Topped off with soft glam makeup and black heels, you felt like a real woman.

"Welcome, ladies," the deep voice that could only belong to Taehyung greeted you. "Sasha."

"Hi, Tae," Sasha purred, her hands quickly finding his neck, leaning into a passionate kiss.

These two had been a couple for a few months now, after a whole year of being on and off. Despite the stereotypes of frat boys, Taehyung knew how to treat his girl right.

You entered the house with one friend less; Sasha disappeared with Taehyung into the chaos that is the current state of this house. Your other roommates quickly disappeared as well, much to your dismay.

Now, your goal was to socialize, maybe drink a little something, but not too much because of the essays that you would have to write the next day. Your eyes scanned the house for a familiar face, and it landed on one.

One that was looking you up and down with hunger. He signaled you to come over where he was sitting with a bunch of girls and one other guy. You shook your head no, so he came over.

"Yn! I’m glad you came, baby." He hugged you, and you only half-hugged him back. "You look gorgeous, of course."

"Thanks, Jeongguk," you said politely.

You and he had a complex relationship; the first time he saw you, he showed romantic interest in you, showering you with affection and gifts. He never stopped. You always rejected him, no exceptions, even at times where you wanted nothing more than to say yes. Yet he was always kind to you, and you were kind to him (most of the time). Your mutual friends always brought you together; it was as if you couldn’t escape one another—to his pleasure and to your dismay.

"Lemme get you something to drink," he went into the kitchen and came back with a soda can. "Here, I know you usually don’t drink, so I got you a cola; hope that’s fine."

"It is, thank you," you smiled softly and started drinking the cola. "So, you’re interested in literature this year."

You only started a conversation because you knew he would not leave your side the entire night anyway, and you would prefer it if you picked the topic of conversation instead of him.

"Hell yeah, I love me some Samuel L. Jackson," he stated, making you laugh.

"You mean Samuel Johnson, you idiot," you said, giggling as you pushed his strong arm playfully.

He watched you giggle, gazing as if you hung the stars. "Yeah, yeah, same thing, same thing." With his boyish smile, he said, "Look, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable by signing up for the same class as you. It was kinda out of pocket, even for my standards. I know the last person you wanna see is me, so if you want me to drop it, I will."

Your jaw metaphorically dropped at Jungkook’s words. Those are words that came out of Jungkook’s mouth? Does that mean that he will leave me alone completely if I wish? What does this mean?

A strange emotion settled deep inside you; you started wondering if you had done something wrong or if he perhaps found another girl he wanted to ask out even more than he wanted to ask you out.

"Jungkook, it is your right to choose whatever class you want to be in; I can’t be mad at you for that. Besides, you will learn a lot from Professor Sullivan; he’s great," you reassured him with a sweet voice.

"Yeah?" He grinned, recognizing that this was your way of saying you did not want him to leave.

"Oh yeah, he is a delightful old man. The stories he has to share are amazing. Did you even know he’s married to Professor Martinez? The reason why she hasn’t taken his last name is that he was against it, telling her, ‘Maria, if you take my name, that is erasure. Erasure of your life before my appearance, and erasure of your beautiful Mexican heritage, Maria. Do not change your name to mine; I am technically your oppressor.’ He told us that story maybe about 23 times, and he made sure to roll the r real hard," you found yourself joking with Jungkook, as your mind took you back to Avery’s earlier words.

It was not the first time that your friends said the same words to you; they always expressed their envy and their confusion about the situation with Jungkook. But you were thinking much deeper than them.

Much to everybody’s surprise, you never had a boyfriend, and you were also still a virgin. The most you did was a kiss you shared with a guy at your high school graduation, which you immediately regretted. You had high standards. For yourself, for your future, for your future husband, and for everyone you allowed to enter your life. It was not about not having options; God knows you had many. It was about knowing for sure that the man you give these things to—your trust, your dignity, your virginity, your love—would be the right one, the one that deserved it. The idea that Jungkook—the man who gave you his undivided attention for two years straight and spoiled you without being asked—was perhaps the man for you didn’t sound so unbelievable anymore.

When you were a freshman and before you met him, you heard stories about him—stories of the parties he threw, the money he had, the many girls he fucked. These stories made you cautious, even though he put in real effort to get closer to you, you were hard to impress, and it was even harder for you to get out of your shell of self-protection.

Jungkook howled with laughter at the things you told him about your professor; either he found them genuinely amusing, or he was just laughing because the stories came out of your mouth.

“So, what will you do?” he asked once the laughter died down a bit.

You tilted your head innocently. “What do you mean?”

He looked at you with such tenderness, your innocent eyes captivating him.

“When we get married, will you keep your name, or will you take mine?” he posed the question so casually, yet so longingly.

You shrugged your shoulders elegantly, taking a small sip from your forgotten cola. “I will probably take yours.”

The words you said that Friday night made Jeon Jungkook the happiest man on planet Earth, and probably all the other planets in the universe.

_

“So, you little minx sat down and talked to Jungkook basically the entire fucking party, and you didn’t even get up once? You didn’t even complain about it!” Avery was almost lost for words; key word, almost.

“What’s the big deal? We talked, so what?” you shrugged it off.

“Everybody’s talking about it, you know. They think you might finally give the guy a chance,” Nora chimed in. “I always knew you would eventually cave; I mean, with those arms and that black card, I would’ve folded a long time ago. There’s a rumor he has a seven-inch dick, by the way.”

Just as you were about to say something, Sasha entered the living room, having just finished talking to Taehyung on the phone. “What are you girlies talking about?”

Avery answered, “Oh, just about Yn and Jungkook getting married and having six kids.”

You threw a pillow at her head in response, and Sasha smirked at the mention of her boyfriend’s buddy. “Yeah, I heard what happened. Tae told me Jungkook went crazy after talking to you, saying that this will be the year that he will claim you as his and that there’s not a single person that can take away the happiness that he’s experiencing at the moment. He literally can’t stop talking about you.”

You suppressed your smile successfully and shrugged your shoulders again. “I don’t see why it’s a big deal. I mean, you all left me lonely at that party, and he was the first familiar face I saw, sooo… I had nothing better to do.”

“God, you’re such an odd person. The guy wants you so bad, just give him a chance. You think it’s not noticeable that you are also kinda into him, but if you weren’t, you would’ve blocked that guy a long time ago, and you would’ve gone crazy on his ass with all the things he does to get your attention, but you don’t,” Tanya argued with a sly smirk on her face. “You may be mysterious to other people, but you can’t fool your best friends, who have been living with you for two years.”

Avery and Nora both agreed with Tanya’s words by nodding their heads crazily, and Sasha said a loud ‘true’ from the kitchen across the living room, where she was preparing five hot chocolates for you.

“I do go crazy; I always go crazy; I always tell him off. You all have personally experienced me going off on him for things he did and said,” you defended yourself the best you could, before taking the hot chocolate out of Sasha’s hands with a small ‘thank you, S.’

“Yeah, but it’s not really a ‘fuck off, I don’t ever wanna see you or hear you again’ type of ‘going off’; it’s more like a ‘ugh, Jungkook, I can’t believe you did this again. Please do it again’ type of thing,” Avery mocked with a high-pitched voice and fluttering eyelashes.

“Oh my God, I do not do that.”

“You kinda do, now that I think about it,” Sasha finally sat down. “I mean, I have seen you pick fights with men flirting with you before, and you are a completely different person with them versus with Jungkook.”

The others thought about what Sasha said, and it was almost like a collective epiphany. They all looked at you with the same look on their faces; almost an accusatory expression.

“You totally like him; oh my God! Yn likes Jungkook. It makes so much sense; I can’t believe I was so stupid,” Nora expressed with exciting energy.

You felt a rush of relief coming over you, almost as if you were carrying a secret that you wanted out. You had no idea if that feeling was a good sign or a bad one.

“Okay, let’s not get ahead of ourselves here, girls. I do not ‘totally like him’; I may be just starting—emphasis on just starting—to warm up to the idea of giving him a chance,” you revealed. “But Sasha, promise not to tell Taehyung about this, ‘cause if you do, Jungkook is gonna know by default, and I’m never gonna hear the end of it.”

“I won’t; I promise. This is just soooo exciting,” she spoke. “It’s just gonna be really hard to keep to myself, but I will try.”

“No, you won’t just try; you have to actually not say anything. You forget how indecisive I am; I could change my mind about this in an hour, so if you tell Taehyung, he will tell Jungkook, then Jungkook builds up hope and confronts me about what he heard, and I’ll just be like, ‘Oh, that was nothing; he’s just messing with you,’ and can you imagine how hurt his feelings would be? I really don’t need that on my conscience,” you explained thoroughly, your dramatics intact as they always were.

“Oh my God,” they all said in unison.

“What?”

“You care about his feelings!” Avery exclaimed, standing up dramatically. “You like him, like, like him. Admit it, admit it, please, please, please.”

“Shut up. I’m going to bed now. Buh-bye.” With that, you exited the living room, leaving your friends to talk about your situation for another hour before also going to bed.

“Remember when he got her a Cartier bracelet?”

___

“I will form six groups consisting of four students; each group discussing the topic I will be assigning them,” Professor Sullivan revealed.

“Ms. Ln, you will be grouped with Ms. Jones, Mr. Jeon, and Mr. Davis,” he spoke loudly. “You will be discussing Rousseau’s ‘The Confessions’ and prepare a presentation on identity and selfhood that is due next week, on Monday.”

You dreaded being in a group with Ben Davis, who had been nothing but a pain in your butt since you got to know him, but at least the assignment was the one that you wanted.

Jungkook, who sat next to you, smirked and nodded his head. “They couldn’t tear us apart if they tried, angel; this is meant to be.”

“Who are you even talking about? Who’s they?” Confused by his words, you asked.

“Just the world. You know how much these people hate real love,” he flashed you his trademark smile, making you push his arm playfully.

"Could you two stop flirting so we can start with the assignment?" the annoying voice of Ben whined, sitting across from you, with Lily Jones joining in the seat next to his.

“Alright, let’s dive in,” you started talking. “I personally think the most transfixing part of ‘The Confessions’ is how Rousseau emphasizes his intentions to be authentic. He exposes himself without shame or any sense of privacy, which for the time challenged societal norms completely.”

Lily nodded in agreement; Jungkook was busy staring at your lips as you articulated your opinion, smiling with his arm still around your shoulder. Ben, on the other hand, pulled a face you could only describe as disgusted. “Authenticity? The only authentic thing about Rousseau is that he is able to whine about his feelings like a pubescent girl. It feels almost like narcissism to me.”

"What a stupid take, Ben. With Rousseau writing this book, he laid the foundation for modern notions of individuality; the book challenges the reader to think about their own identity, their individuality," you explained your point further.

“I don’t need a stupid book like this to tell me about my identity or my individuality. It’s literally just a dude whining and rambling about his feelings and whatnot. No one wants to hear it,” Ben snapped.

Jungkook looked between you and Ben while you were arguing; seeing your agitated face when you hated someone made him realize you didn’t hate him at all. You even leaned closer into his arms.

“Well, I think we can use this as a talking point in our presentation,” Lily stated her idea. “How our perception of the book is similar to how we perceive ourselves; there are people like Yn, who confront and explore their feelings, thus creating a healthy relationship with the self, and there are people like Ben, who repress and ignore them, which makes for an angry person; which, by the way, is also an emotion.”

You and Lily giggled at her words, sending each other glances as to say, "God, I fucking hate that guy."

Jungkook decided to chime in. “That’s a good idea. We can use it as an opportunity to dive deeper into the self, to question it. If you are so opposed to Rousseau’s vulnerability, that’s a big indication of your own issues with vulnerability.”

You observed him as he spoke, astonished at his participation. You leaned in even more, to the point where your bodies touched as a way to show him you liked what he said.

“Oh, shut the hell up, man,” Ben shot back. “We all know you’re just here ‘cause of her; you don’t actually give a crap about all this.”

Jungkook simply smirked at him, already having figured out how easily provoked Ben was.

“He obviously cares more than you, ‘cause with that attitude, we are never gonna get a presentation done, much less start,” you defended Jungkook sassily, with a displeased expression sent Ben’s way, who just mumbled, “Yeah, go on, defend your boyfriend.”

“True,” Lily sighed. “By the way, where are we gonna prepare our presentation? The common rooms are always too loud, and all lecture halls are always occupied, and I don’t know about you guys, but my dorm isn’t exactly a mansion.”

You thought about Lily’s concern for a second, and the same resonated with you; your on-campus apartment wasn’t small, but you shared it with four very loud girls.

“We can do it at my place; I don’t mind,” Jungkook offered with a squeeze on your shoulder. “Then I finally have an excuse to invite my baby over.”

You looked up at him, meeting his mischievous eyes. For a moment, you shared intimate eye contact before Ben coughed to get your attention. “At your penthouse? Pff, no thanks. I’m sure a professor will let us use a room here.”

“You are not serious, Ben. Jungkook just offers us to go to his huge penthouse and you decline? I must say, I have never known such a dedicated hater; it’s almost admirable,” Lily admitted her admiration for Ben’s consistency.

“Why the fuck would we go there? It’s off campus, and it’s a penthouse; it’s so… distracting and unnecessary,” Ben debated, irritation written all over him.

“It’s a 15-minute walk and a five-minute drive, man; it’s not in Mexico,” Jungkook concurred, unable to find reason in Ben’s opposition.

“And what’s wrong with it being a penthouse? I personally would love to just hang out at a penthouse. It would make uni work a lot easier, actually,” Lily stated.

“I agree,” you shared, making Jungkook grin like an idiot at the image of you in his house. “And since this is a democracy, and we have one vote against three, we will meet at Jungkook’s penthouse next Sunday; of course, if that works for you, Jungkook."

“Works perfect!” he excitedly responded.

Ben was looking pissed as always; Lily was already thinking about all the pictures she was going to ask you to take of her in the penthouse for her Instagram, and Jungkook and you seemed to be in your own little world, gazing at each other.

“Thank you, Jungkook; that’s really nice of you,” you expressed with a smile, lifting your face to his to plant a short kiss on his cheek.

His heart raced at the unexpected movement; you had never done that before. He froze, his gaze lingering on you for a long moment while you gathered your belongings at the signal of class dismissal. One by one, the students gradually walked out, and you followed suit with Jungkook trailing behind you. He advanced in your direction, watching your hips sway.

“Yn!” he called after you, resulting in you turning around.

“Yes?”

“Go out with me tomorrow night at 7:00, just you and me,” he called out flirtatiously, gaining the attention of everybody around him, but only having his eyes on you.

You grinned mischievously at him before replying, “I don’t know about that… you’ll have to impress me first.”

To anyone else, it might sound like a rejection, but to Jungkook, it sparked a glimmer of hope that made his heart leap with resolve. Until now, it had only been ‘no’s and ‘no thank you’s. He was more confident than ever that he would capture the heart that had captured his.

___

“Yn, what did you do to Jungkook?” Sasha came back from a date night with Taehyung. “Tae told me he can’t stop smiling and is just sitting there, being cheesy as fuck.”

You were writing a sonnet for your poetry class as she barged into your room, looking stunning. “What made him think it’s about me? Let the man smile and be cheesy in peace.”

After Sasha looked at you with a look that said ‘you know damn well,’ you confessed, “He asked me out, and I—”

“You finally said yes??” she quickly interrupted with a dropped jaw.

“Nooo, I said maybe if he impresses me,” you continued. “Oh, and I also kissed him on the cheek.”

“You. Did. Not!” Sasha put a hand over her mouth, a loud gasp leaving it. “No wonder he is a smiling idiot; you broke him!”

“No, I didn’t ‘break’ him; I’m simply doing what I already said I am doing; I’m warming him up, giving him hope,” you explained, putting your pen down. “Because there is a very high chance that I will agree to go out with him soon. I just need that something.”

“That something?” Sasha repeated, confused.

“Yeah, that something; that one moment that makes me go yes, this is the man I want,” you further explained. “I have a good reason, two actually; I’m picky, indecisive, and also a virgin, so if I let him in and then, for some reason, regret it, I will be destroyed. And if I suddenly change my mind after giving him a chance, it will hurt Jungkook really badly, and I don’t want that.”

Sasha looked perplexed and deep in thought at your words, as if puzzling them together and making sense of them. “Oh wow, I never thought of it like that, but now, I totally get you.”

“Well, finally!” you smiled at her and giggled. “Anyway, what are you and Tae wearing to the Halloween party? Cause I was thinking…”

___

You and your girls took Halloween very seriously. You loved the dressing up, the makeup, and you always utilized the only day in the year where it was socially acceptable to be someone else entirely.

Of course, there were always at least six simultaneous Halloween parties going on on campus, and you had to choose between them, which was never a hard decision to make since Kappa Sigma always won. If they’re throwing a party, no other party stood a chance.

You decided to dress up as something cute yet sexy but very recognizable. Last year you came as Jane Eyre, and not a single person guessed your costume right. You decided to go with Chel from ‘The Road to El Dorado’; a white maxi skirt with two slits on the sides, a pink tube top, and statement jewelry with your hair down. It was low effort, yet very effective.

Nora went with Cher from Clueless, Avery of course was Shego, Tanya went creative and dressed as 2010 Justin Bieber, and Sasha and Taehyung were Morticia and Gomez Addams for the night, catching many envious stares.

After all the assignments, the essays, and the overall stress of uni the past few weeks, you hadn’t felt that alive and sexy in a while. Your maxi skirt was clinging to your full lower body seductively, and your tube top took on the very shape of your chest. You looked damn good, and you were ready to feel good too. Promising you wouldn’t drink too much, you took it slow.

Moving your hips seductively to the beat of a The Weeknd song while closing your eyes and tilting your head back, with Avery and Nora dancing together in front of you. Tanya was nowhere to be found, and Taehyung and Sasha were having their own dance party, grinding and kissing like there was no tomorrow. The dancing continued, and with it, the staring. You wished you could just dance at a party and have everybody mind their own business.

After a couple more rounds of dancing and drinking, you felt a firm hand gripping your hips. Turning around immediately, you pushed the guy away and looked at him, terrified. “What the fuck?? Get your filthy hands off of me!!”

Your friends stopped their dancing for a moment to see what was going on. They found Ben, dressed as Patrick Bateman, groping your hips like you were his property. “Just having fun, bird; don’t get all upset.”

Avery and Nora yelled at him, but it wasn’t effective. The scene caused such a huge stir that even Sasha and Taehyung got out of their trance, watching your fight with Ben.

“Yo, dude, get the fuck outta here, or I’ll call the cops on you,” Taehyung stepped in, pushing Ben completely out of the way. “What the fuck made you think you could do this, huh?”

As if he knew just when to step in, Jungkook in a cop uniform just arrived at the scene, asking what was happening.

A very drunk Ben slurred his words in an almost incoherent tone, facing Taehyung. “Look, man, she’s dressed like a slut. So I’m gonna treat her like a slut.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened at Ben’s words, trying to make sense of the situation. He followed Ben’s eyes that were directly watching you, all of your friends and Taehyung just standing shocked, and the only thing between you and Ben was a protective Taehyung. Ben was talking about you.

Without putting any thought into his actions, Jungkook stepped in and punched the guy in his face, causing him to stumble down to the ground, where Jungkook kicked him in the face before crouching down and spitting on him. “What the fuck did you just say??! Did you touch her, huh? Did you fucking touch her? I swear, I’ll kill you; I’ll fucking kill you, man; this is your last day alive, ‘cause I’ll kill you.”

You had no idea what to do in this situation, so you just watched with a shrinking posture, similar to your friends who were all in shock at the scene of Ben lying on the ground, his blood pouring out while Jungkook continued to throw punches. At that point, the entire party stopped and just observed the scene.

"Jungkook, that’s enough. I’d love for you to kill him, but I don’t wanna see you in jail, bro," Taehyung calmly spoke, in order to ease the tension. Jungkook listened to him, standing up; a look that furious had never been on his face.

He turned to you, taking your hands in his, his face softening at the sight of you. “Everything okay, baby?”

You nodded weakly, semi-visible tears rolling down your cheeks. Your instincts told you to hug him, so you did. He immediately pulled you closer to him, his hand on your back and your chest against his as he soothingly rocked you back and forth. Everybody was watching you, but you didn’t find it in yourself to care.

“Come on, I’ll take you upstairs to relax,” he took your hand, guiding you through the crowd and into one of the bedrooms. “Want me to carry you?”

For the first time in those 30 minutes, you cracked a tiny smile, knowing that he was so very serious about carrying you in front of an entire party. “No, that’s fine; I can walk.”

Ignoring the intense eyes of the crowd, you two made your way upstairs.

Your eyes were still slightly watery with tears, and you were still holding onto Jungkook’s hand as you both sat down on the bed. “Thank you, Jungkook.”

He offered you an irresistible smile and brought you in tighter against his solid chest, allowing you to hear his every heartbeat clearly. “That’s my job, baby; no need to thank me.”

“You really didn’t have to do that; I don’t want you to put yourself in danger for me, Kookie,” you spoke against his chest, with a soft, alluring voice, using his nickname to make him happy. “Ben really isn’t worth your anger at all.”

Jungkook took in your entire figure from above you with a gleam in his eyes. “Yn, I will do anything to protect you. I won’t ever allow anyone to harm you.”

You gently pulled away from his chest to meet his loving gaze. You never understood the books where the main character described a romantic encounter by saying ‘it felt like we were the only two people in the world’ until that moment. He leaned in closer, maintaining eye contact. You placed a delicate hand on his muscular arm—too gentle to stop him from getting closer, yet firm enough to prevent yourself from melting into him.

You were face to face with him now—breathing the same air. “You really mean that?”

“I couldn’t be more sincere,” he whispered, the warmth of his words meeting your full lips, his hands firmly placed on your soft, naked waist. “You know, we’ve never been this close before.”

“Yeah,” is all you managed to say, avoiding eye contact.

Suddenly, Jungkook pulled away, standing up, offering you his hand. “As much as I want to kiss you, I don’t think we should do that right now. You obviously drank tonight, and I want you to want to kiss me, and I want you to remember kissing me.”

You nodded and took his hand, not knowing what to say or do. As you stepped outside again, Jungkook’s broad shoulders became your view, him leading you downstairs again to take you home.

“Jungkook?” you said his name quietly, almost in a whisper.

He turned around, watching your shorter and smaller frame from above, looking absolutely tempting. “Yeah?”

“I’ll go out with you.”

___

The week after the Halloween party was exhausting; there were exams, essays, and seminars.

Besides the exams and usual uni duties, Jungkook was very enthusiastic about your first date. Being secretive about what he’d planned, getting your friends to ask you what you expected from a first date in an unsuspecting way, not wanting to annoy you so that you wouldn’t change your mind. It was very endearing.

You were also looking forward to the date, but you were much more subtle about it. Jungkook didn’t care about secrecy as much, telling every single person he knew that you agreed to go on a date with him; the news spread fast, and every student knew about your date.

Taehyung reported to Sasha that he jumped up and down, screaming and shouting out of the windows, “I DID IT! I FINALLY DID IT!” And later, when the pizza they ordered arrived, he tipped the delivery guy 300 bucks and told him, "The love of my life finally agreed to go out with me; I wish for you the same. I wish for every longing soul to experience the same happiness I am in right now, but I don’t think that’s possible because only she is capable of making a human feel this way. Goodbye and good luck, brother."

As for your shared class, he was insatiable. It was about the only time that week where you were able to see each other, and he had made good use of those three hours. In just three lectures, he got you a Swiss chocolate cake with a picture of himself printed on it because Avery informed him chocolate cake was your favorite. He got you a beige rose Lady Dior purse because it "goes well with your complexion," and a pink diamond ring, which he said was "nothing compared to the future engagement ring, of course." Before he signed up for your class, he gave you a gift once every two weeks, so this was a lot even for Jungkook. You told him it was all unnecessary, and he said, "No, this is very necessary; gotta spoil my future wife."

You were drowning in your assignments, your MacBook completely overheating when your name was called.

"Yn! There’s a package for you on the table," Tanya, one of your roommates informed.

You got out of your room confused; you couldn’t remember ordering anything in the last few weeks, and Jungkook usually liked to give you his gifts in person. “Are you sure it’s for me?”

Tanya playfully scoffed at you, reading what’s on the package again. “Is there another Yn here that I have yet to be introduced to?”

You scoffed back, taking the package into your room. Your impatient self couldn’t resist tearing it open to see what’s inside. A note, a small box, and a big white box with the words ‘Givenchy’ on it. Your breath hitched.

The note read: ‘Wear this to our date, gorgeous. Yours forever, JK.’

Almost scared to do so, you opened the white box, revealing a gorgeous, long blue silk dress. Then you opened the smaller box, which held a beautiful 24k gold necklace and matching earrings inside it. That idiot. You smiled to yourself, but quickly realized you shouldn’t.

You were a princess, and you deserved to be treated like one; he was just a rich enough man to comply.

You freed yourself from the clothes you were wearing. Carefully, you took the dress out of the box and put it on.

It fit like a glove, harmonizing with your every curve. The neckline was low, exposing the perfect amount of cleavage.

How did he know my size?

You put the dress back into the box neatly and pulled out your phone.

7:26

Yn: How do you know my size?

7:29

JK: I’m glad you got my little gift. Do you like it?

7:31

Yn: Yes, it is very nice; thank you. It was not necessary at all.

7:32

JK: I’m glad, baby; can’t stop thinking about tomorrow.

7:34

Yn: I’m really excited too.

7:36

JK: Promise you won’t be disappointed.

___

Whistles and girly screams were heard all over your apartment when you stepped out of your room, wearing the blue silk dress that clung to your wide hips and showcased your full chest perfectly; in soft glam makeup and your hair in an elegant updo, dazzled with the matching set of necklace and earrings, a pretty black purse in your hand. You looked the very image of beauty.

“Damn, girl!” Nora let out, impressed by your beauty.

“Does it look good?” you asked. You knew you looked beautiful, but you needed the extra assurance.

“Are you kidding me? You look ravishing, absolutely radiant; your body is just wow,” Avery complimented, observing you from head to toe. “Is that a new dress? It’s soo fucking gorgeous.”

“Yeah, it is; Jungkook actually sent it to me to wear today.” You felt your cheeks heating up at the knowing glances of your friends.

“Mmhmh, he’s a good man, Yn; a good man,” Sasha quoted a TikTok sound. “He’s so gonna freak when he sees you!”

“Is that what was in the package a few days ago? The guy’s got taste; gotta hand it to him,” Tanya chimed in. “When is he picking you up?”

You looked at the clock and answered, “Just in 3 minutes.”

About two seconds after you said that, a knock was heard from your front door.

“Ooooh, somebody’s eager,” Nora wiggled her eyebrows.

You walked to the front door, opening it after letting out an ‘I’ll get that.’

Before you stood Jungkook, wearing black tailored pants and a sophisticated white button-up shirt tucked into his pants, emphasizing his small waist and his muscular frame. In his hand, he held a big bouquet of pink and red roses.

“Hi, Jungkook,” you greeted him with a million-dollar smile.

He observed you with the biggest grin in the world, letting his eyes travel up and down your frame. “You are the most beautiful woman on Earth. Here, these are for you.”

He handed you the bouquet, which you took gracefully. “Thank you! They’re beautiful.”

Your friends freaked out, all attentively watching the interaction.

“Let’s go?” Jungkook said in a questioning tone. You nodded.

“No funny business, mister! We want her home by 11,” Avery screamed while you and Jungkook made your way out. Jungkook laughed, giving her a thumbs up.

“Yeah, you better not try anything with our girl; remember, we see all!” Sasha joined her, while Tanya and Nora made kissing and moaning noises, causing you to facepalm.

“Let’s just go, Jungkook,” you expressed in an embarrassed voice. “I’ll see you girls later!”

Once you were out, you looked at Jungkook apologetically. “I am so sorry; they’re literally so embarrassing sometimes.”

“It’s fine,” Jungkook chuckled, taking your hand in his. “Let them have their fun; they’ve been waiting for this day as long as I have.”

You bit your lip as your eyes met his longing ones.

“Now, let’s go,” he started walking faster towards his car. “I got us reservations at Quince.”

Quince was an Italian restaurant that you only heard of but never entered; it was much too expensive for you to even consider. It was not like you were poor; it was just that Jungkook was wealthy.

You both made your way to the car together; he opened the door for you and then entered himself.

“This is a really nice car,” you stated, taking in the car with a wide-eyed look.

“Yeah?” He started the engine. “It’s a Mercedes-Benz Maybach Exelero.”

You simply nodded, still looking around amazed.

“You know, I’m beyond happy you finally agreed to go out with me,” Jungkook admitted, one hand on the wheel and the other hand finding your thick thighs. “I lost hope there for a while, you know?”

“Well, what can I say? I’m an incalculable girl,” you teased, putting a hand over his, linking your fingers. “You will never figure me out, Jungkook.”

Jungkook’s dimple was visible as you gazed at him while he looked ahead.

“Remember when you told me you’re never going out with me? Well, now you are,” his voice reminisced. “So, I think I will figure you out, Yn.”

You decided to push his buttons a little. “Are you telling me you would wait over two years to figure me out? I didn’t peg you for a patient one.”

“I would wait a lifetime just to get a little piece of your heart and be able to call it mine, Yn,” he professed, his hands tightened, and his eyes gazed at you with yearning.

You didn’t know what to say.

_

The dinner at Quince was a dream come true; Jungkook rented out the entire restaurant for you, the view was breathtaking, every dish was a work of art, and the service treated you like royalty.

“So, do you like it here?” Jungkook asked you as you shared a slice of the best chocolate cake you had ever tasted.

“I love it!” you enthusiastically replied. “It is so beautiful here, Jungkook; honestly, thank you so much.”

The harpist was in the back, playing soft melodies that warmed your heart. You could not believe Jungkook planned all of this for you, and a sense of regret washed over you as you realized this was the man that you had been denying for two years.

“No need to thank me, baby; the important thing is that you’re with me,” he took a piece of cake with his fork and held it in front of your mouth, which you then ate, blushing. “I got something for you.”

Jungkook made a hand gesture, and as if on cue, a staff member came in, holding a framed picture in their hand, handing it to Jungkook.

He held it up for you to see; it was a star map, a very beautiful one. “This is the star map of the day we met—3rd of October, 2 years ago.”

Your eyes widened. “You remember the day we met?”

“Of course I do.”

“Jungkook, it’s so beautiful. I’ll hang it up on my wall,” you admired it while he admired you. “You’re really spoiling me.”

“Of course, baby, that’s my job,” he answered, taking your hand in his. “Now, let’s go; I have something planned for us.”

_

“Where are you taking me now?” you inquired; his secrecy wasn’t scaring you, but you were a naturally curious person.

“It’s a secret, baby. I promise you’ll love it,” Jungkook kept his eyes on the road, responsibly, and his veins ripped along his forearms, your eyes glued to the thickness of his arms.

“Ugh, fine, if you wanna be secretive about this, be secretive about it,” you feigned dramatic annoyance. “Just know that I’m hating every minute of it.”

“I think I can live with that since we’re just three minutes away,” he teased, his dimples evident.

“Three whole minutes of me hating it… you are a very cruel man, Jeon,” you shook your head, enjoying the breeze of the Californian air.

When you arrived in the parking lot of a bar, he pulled up saying, “We’re here!” before stepping out and jogging to your side, opening the door for you. You took his hand, letting him lead the way into the bar.

“A bar?” you asked in a suspicious voice. “Jungkook, a bar is not the place you take a lady…”

He knew you were joking and chuckled lightly.

“Just wait till we get in; you’ll love it,” his excitement was apparent, which confused you even more.

You stepped inside the bar, which was actually prettier than you imagined it would be; it had a calming feel about it. It didn’t look like a traditional bar; there was a stage set up and seats for an audience where about 30 people were already sat.

“Sit here,” Jungkook took your hand and brought you to a seat right in the front.

He made his way onto the stage, which led to you asking him, “What are you doing?” but he didn’t answer your question and just stood in front of the mic.

“So, uh, I wrote a poem a few weeks ago about the girl I love—a girl I have been trying to get with for two straight years and failed every time. I know how much she loves poetry,” Jungkook spoke to the crowd, his eyes gleaming with happiness. “And exactly a week and two days ago, she agreed to go out with me. Actually, this is part of our date; she’s sitting right there.”

He pointed at you proudly; the crowd cheered at the cute story he told and then observed you and cheered some more before letting him continue.

Jungkook looked self-assured, but there were little hints that showed you he was nervous to be standing in front of a crowd the way he was. “Yn, I know your writing is way superior to mine, but I hope you like this regardless. I’m gonna read it now.”

The crowd slightly giggled at his comment, but you could only focus on catching your breath and stopping your tears because you had never expected Jungkook to be as amazing as he was.

“In grand halls where soft echoes linger,

I spread petals, gold on gray floors.

Yet no amount of riches can sway you

To feel what’s in my heart, what I adore.

Two years have passed like silk through fingers,

Each moment woven with hopes and dreams.

But in your eyes, there’s a distant wonder;

You craft your path, and it’s not what it seems.

I’ve painted skies with vibrant colors,

Called stars to shine above you, glowing bright.

But love, I find, goes beyond gold and shine—

Sometimes a simple heart knows what feels right.

Yet here I stand in this space, laid bare,

With wealth at hand, but your laughter’s far away.

I’d give it all, just to share a moment—

To glimpse the dreams you cherish and replay.

Though riches fade like whispers in the dark,

My love, unyielding, still holds the spark.”

The crowd erupted into applause, gasps, and "awe's" and "Girl, marry him's" as Jungkook finished. You sat there, frozen in time and frozen in the words he dedicated to you; your heart beating faster than it should be, and singular tears rolling down your face.

Jungkook left the stage, eagerly approached you with the softest smile. “Did you like it?”

You couldn’t utter a word; you only stood in front of him, shook your head slightly in disbelief, and threw your arms around his neck tightly, jumping into his arms, hiding your face in his chest. You cried.

“Hey, why are you crying? Was the poem that bad?” he half-joked, running his hands over your hair soothingly.

As you finally parted from him, you glanced at his face, adoringly and implored, “Kiss me.”

And so he did. He kissed you hard like a soldier reunited with his loved one after many years; his hands were firmly on your waist, exploring other places of your body—in that moment, you were alone. In that moment, it was only Jungkook and you as you lost yourself in each other.

You stayed like that for a few minutes, lost in each other before staying at the bar for a while, listening to talented poets reciting their work.

___

“I can drive you back to the dorms, or you can—” Jungkook started.

“No, I think I wanna go back to your place,” you quickly interrupted. “Of course, if that’s okay with you.”

After leaving the bar, you entered his car, lips still swollen from all the kissing.

“Of course it’s okay with me; you said exactly what I hoped you’d say,” he smiled. “You know, the girls will probably beat me up tomorrow for not bringing you back.”

The drive to his penthouse wasn’t long at all; it was just enough to talk for a while and enjoy the evening view.

“Oh, absolutely not; they are totally secretly celebrating this because all they’ve been wanting me to do these past two years is give you a chance,” you admitted, also smiling. “Now that that happened, I can just tell you the complete truth; there is nobody more into this than them.”

“Damn, so even with a whole secret support system behind me, it took me two years?” He tsked, finding amusement in the admission. “That’s embarrassing for me.”

You looked up at him through your lashes and tilted your head; he was focusing on the road, but glanced at you as much as he could. “If you were anybody else, it would’ve taken you five more.”

He leaned in to steal a quick kiss; the prideful expression on his face was clear to see. “That’s really good to know.”

You drove around for the next 10 minutes; finally, you arrived at his luxurious penthouse, which was adorned with a huge terrace and a chic entrance that you rushed to hand in hand.

You had already been to his penthouse for the project, yet its beauty didn’t fail to impress you once again; being in this position made it look even more magical.

As soon as you stepped inside, Jungkook grabbed your waist and gently held you, with his lips finding yours again. You stumbled into the spacious yet warm living room. As your lips still moved in sync and passionately, your hands roamed his body, exploring every muscle, every inch. Your gasps intertwined with his heavy breathing, your chest against his. He guided you to the couch and sat down, without breaking the kiss, and with firm, strong hands on your hips, he seated you on his lap.

Your heated core met his clothed, hard dick in sensual movements, the grinding gradually getting quicker and more effective. You felt his hardness press against your covered pussy, leading to feelings unknown to you. Your dress crept up higher with every movement of your generous hips, his hands now on your ass, kneading it while moaning into your mouth.

“Fuck, Yn, you don’t know how fucking long I’ve been waiting for this,” he breathed, breaking the kiss for just a second before going back immediately, earning an agreeing moan from you.

His hands wandered over your entire body, holding your slightly pudgy stomach and traveling up to your full breasts. You couldn’t contain your moans from coming out, your lips moving against his as if they were made for them.

But there was something on your mind that you still had not mentioned to Jungkook.

“Wait, Jungkook—” you interrupted your session with a breathless voice. “I—I have to tell you something.”

He was confused, his face slightly flushed with hazy eyes and parted lips. “Yeah, anything, baby.”

“I’m—I’m a... virgin,” you almost whispered, still sat on his lap, lowering your head so you wouldn’t have to face him. “But I wanna do this.”

His grip on your hips loosened for a second before he firmly grabbed you again. “Oh.”

Your heart sank a little, not knowing what to make of his response.

Just a few seconds later, he continued, “We can take everything slow, baby; we don’t need to rush into anything; we’ll do everything at your pace.”

You nodded, raising your head again to look into his eyes. “Thank you, Kookie.”

“Of course,” he kissed you gently.

“Okay, we can go back to making out now; I just have a tiny problem,” you noted, easing the tension caused by your revelation. “I don’t have anything to wear, and I can’t stay in this dress the whole night.”

Jungkook chuckled and slowly stood up. “Wait here; I’ll get you a t-shirt.”

The few minutes it took him to get you a shirt gave you a chance to take in your luxurious surroundings; the lavish, over-the-top kitchen facing the living room brought a smile to your face, knowing that Jungkook in no way cooked or had any culinary skills whatsoever.

“Here, wear this,” Jungkook came back with a black shirt in his hands. “Next time, we’ll be prepared. Gotta make sure you have your own closet here.”

Your heart beamed at his display of commitment, knowing he was serious about everything he said.

You took the shirt, turning your back to him. “Can you help me zip the dress down? I can’t reach it.”

He obliged happily, zipping the dress’ zip down, his hands lightly brushing over your uncovered back, his lips pressing a small kiss on your shoulder. You turned around, letting the dress fall down, exposing you in just a lacy black lingerie set that left little to the imagination.

His gaze traveled over your entire figure, lips grazing his teeth with a spark in his eyes that conveyed a thousand unspoken thoughts.

“Damn,” he uttered after you put on the shirt, which barely reached your thighs. “Can’t believe you’re even more beautiful than I imagined.”

With newfound confidence, you pushed his chest, resulting in him ending up on the couch once again, and sat down on his lap with an alluring smile.

“I wanna finish what we started now,” you purred against his lips, guiding his hands to your waist. The rhythm of your seductive hips brought his breath to a halt, guttural "fuck's" escaping him.

You quickly stripped away his shirt, revealing his muscular arms and defined abs—all for you to run your hands over and admire, his dick noticeably growing. In response, Jungkook took off your—or his—shirt, leaving you in just a lacy bra, your tits practically spilling out of it; a sight he adored more than anything.

“Shit... please, let me take off the bra,” Jungkook desperately implored, to which you just as desperately nodded. “Just wanna see you like that.”

His fingers toyed with the clasp of your bra before completely unfastening it, exposing your big tits and hard nipples. You were surprised at your lack of shyness, feeling completely free and comfortable, exposed in front of Jungkook like that.

“Fuck,” he growled at the sight of your bare breasts before leaning in, gently taking one into his mouth, sucking it and swirling his tongue around it. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

You pushed your head back from the overwhelming pleasure, one of your tits getting sucked and the other one getting kneaded, while you desperately chased the friction, your thinly clothed pussy rubbing against his dick. It was an erotic experience; Jungkook was introducing you to a new world.

“Baby, if you keep moving like that, I’m gonna cum in my boxers,” he hissed, his strong arms stopping your movements momentarily.

You were both in a state of haziness; desperation was strongly felt in the air. Your pussy was sticky and slick, aching for more.

“Then fuck me, Jungkook,” you whispered urgently, his breath stopping for a second.

“Are you sure about this, Yn?” he sincerely asked, locking eyes with you to look for a speck of uncertainty; he didn’t find it.

“Yes, I’m so sure,” you answered him steadily. “All I want is for you to fuck me.”

With that, Jungkook didn’t waste any time. He stood up, still grabbing your hips firmly while your legs were wrapped around his waist, and carried you toward the elevator, your bare chest pressing against his and your head lazily resting on his broad shoulders. Finally, he carried you to his bedroom, gently throwing you onto the bed.

He looked at you from above, lips caught between his teeth. He hastily put his hands on you, wanting nothing more than to take off your lace panties, the only thing holding him back from seeing you completely bare. So, he did, slipping your panties down your legs until they’re completely off.

His fingers traced your now bare pussy, lightly teasing it, eliciting a gasp from you. “That’s the prettiest, wettest fucking pussy I’ve ever had.”

You blushed, not knowing what to say.

Slowly, Jungkook’s hands moved to the waistband of his boxers, taking them off entirely. His thick, long dick was freed, settling on his lower belly. The pre-cum shimmered on it, ready to enter you at any moment.

Your breath hitched, taking it all in for a second; your eyes widened at the powerful sight before you. He stood above you, symbolizing dominance, while you were naked, sitting on the bed, looking up at him with innocent eyes.

“Can I just…” you leaned forward, facing his pretty dick, giving it a lick.

“Fuck, Yn, yes please,” he stepped forward a bit to give you easier access. “You ever done this before?”

You shook your head, maintaining eye contact. His eyes darkened, turned on by your innocence. Strong hands found your hair, guiding you closer to him.

You gave him more licks and kisses, swirling your tongue around it and kissing every inch of it before finally taking it into your mouth entirely. He was big, so you struggled a little to breathe properly, but you wanted to keep going for him.

“Shit, baby, you’re doing so good,” he groaned as your hands started working him while your full lips were wrapped around him, sucking him. “Just like that.”

Bobbing your head up and down, you slightly gagged around him, but your hand on his hip signaled him to thrust into your mouth further, which he gladly did. The huge bedroom echoed with his shameless groans and praises.

He smelled clean and tasted salty, sort of musky; it was comfortable having him in your mouth. You continued to explore his dick, recalling all the blowjob wisdom given to you by your friends and the internet, and implementing it.

“Baby, I’m close,” Jungkook’s words were barely a whimper, sending more arousal to your slick pussy.

His words elicited desperation in you, desiring nothing more than to give him pleasure. You bobbed your head harder, his groans getting louder and his thrusts quicker. His hands tightened around your hair; it was obvious he was losing control, chasing his high.

The heat was building, Jungkook’s voice getting louder, and a few seconds later, a warm, salty liquid filled your mouth, which you instinctively swallowed. You released his dick from your grip and looked up at him.

His head was tilted back, eyes closed and breathing heavily before he finally looked down at you, leaning in and giving you a kiss. He put his boxers on again.

“You did so great, baby,” he praised, now sitting next to you on the bed. “I’m glad I’m your first... and last.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, hiding your face in his shoulder. “I’m glad too.”

You stayed in his embrace for a few minutes; he soothingly whispered sweet nothings into your ear. With determination, you started grinding against him again; this time, your bare pussy against him. A rush of blood was sent to his dick, slowly getting erect again.

“You’re driving me crazy, you know that?” Both of his hands were positioned on your moving hips, furthering the friction between you.

“Yeah, I do, actually,” you admitted in a sultry whisper, licking his upper lip playfully.

“Yeah?” His eyes traveled from your eyes to your lips.

“Hmmm, yeah,” you tilted your head flirtatiously, giving in to another kiss. “So, are you gonna fuck me today or not?”

Jungkook chuckled, clearly amused by your directness. “Baby, I just want to be sure you’re 100% sure about this.”

“I am sure!” you spoke with a tinge of urgency. “Can’t you feel my wetness? I need you, Kookie; I need you to be inside of me.”

The contrast of your words and the usage of his silly nickname made Jungkook’s heart race. He felt the urge to take you right then and there.

With a quick shift, he stood up, grabbed a soft towel and put it on the bed, and gently pushed you so you lay on the bed, ready for him to enter. He towered over you, fingers finding your wet pussy again, playing with it. After removing his boxers again, he fisted himself, the sticky sound of pre-cum finding you; you enjoyed the view more than you would admit. He opened a pack of condoms and took one out, wrapping it around his big dick.

“You sure you’re sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure, I’m sure,” your bratty attitude started to show.

Jungkook came closer, parting your legs slightly, taking in the sight of your pussy, glistening for him. As he approached your entrance, he maintained eye contact. “This is gonna hurt a little at first, baby, but tell me as soon as it’s too much, okay?”

You nodded, your eyes filled with anticipation and nervousness. “Okay.”

He held onto you gently and slowly entered your wetness, eliciting a loud gasp from you. As he entered further, you grabbed onto him tighter, burying your head in his shoulder and clawing his back with your nails. “Fuck, this pussy is so fucking tight.”

“Does it hurt, baby?” he gently asked through heavy breaths, his thrusts continuing to be soft. You nodded. “It’s okay; just a moment and it’ll feel good.”

And he was right; just a couple of seconds into more soft thrusts, the pain transformed into satisfying pleasure that quickly took over, your gasps turning into soft moans.

“Jungkook… fuck me harder,” you begged, pushing him down and closer to you; your bodies sticking together even closer than before. “Please.”

Gradually, his thrusts became harsher, lips moving from your neck to your tits that were begging for his attention and his big hands that gripped your ass. Your desperate grip on his back firmed as you clenched around his dick, causing his breath to hitch. He deepened his thrusts, hitting your walls sensually, introducing you to a pleasure you never knew you could feel.

“Shit, you feel so good around me,” his deep, grunting voice hugged you. “Gonna fuck you stupid; nobody else can touch you like that.”

His ongoing rambling about how good you felt, how beautiful you were, and how long he had waited for this made you feel like you were the most cherished woman on Earth. You couldn’t believe that this was happening. If someone had told you two years ago that you would be in Jungkook’s penthouse, his dick ramming into you deliciously; you would laugh in their face. But here you were.

To add an element of surprise, you suddenly changed the position, turning the both of you around and pushing him down to the bed, taking control as you rode him up and down. A cocky smirk formed on his annoyingly pretty face, looking up at you in admiration.

“You learn quick,” he praised in a grunt, putting his head between your bouncing tits.

You were too lost in pleasure to respond, your ass clapping against his balls and your hands were all over his broad upper body, savoring every inch of him. Your head tilted back in bliss as his dick slipped in and out of your wet, tight pussy; a sight that Jungkook enjoyed very much.

“Baby, I’m close, shit… I’m so fucking close,” he informed with a breathy voice, bitten lips, and hazy eyes, dick thrusting up more desperately than before.

Your walls tightened more around his throbbing dick, indicating to him that you were also close. “Yeah? Me too, baby.”

After a minute of passionate thrusting and bouncing, Jungkook’s body suddenly tensed, reaching the edge. He released a warm flood of cum with a loud “fuck” coming out of his mouth.

With a grind of your hips, a moment later, you also reached a pinnacle, your breath hitching and your eyes closed. You got off of Jungkook and laid next to him on the bed, both of you still trying to come down from the high you experienced.

He slowly stood up, grabbed the bloodstained towel he laid under you to put it in the washing basket, leaning down to plant a kiss on your lips. “You did so good, you know that?”

You simply smiled sheepishly, also getting up to clean yourself and pee. When you came back from Jungkook’s extravagant bathroom, he was lying on the bed now wearing boxers with an eager smile. “Come here.”

You obliged with swaying hips, your naked figure waltzing over to his king-size bed, laying your head on his chest. “Today was amazing, Jungkook. Thank you for everything.”

He held your hand in his, kissing your head gently. “Baby, that was nothing; I wanna thank you for everything. It’s really special to me, what you did.”

“It was easy, being with you and all,” you admitted in a soft voice. “You know, I feel surprisingly very comfortable with you, Jungkook; it’s weird.”

That made him chuckle; his chest left a vibration. “I think I’m gonna take that as a compliment…?”

“You should.”

“I don’t think this needs to be said, but I hope you know this means we’re together now,” Jungkook started, now looking deeply into your eyes from above. “Like an item, a thing, boyfriend and girlfriend, soon to be wed, a coup—”

You stopped him with a giggle, laying a loving hand on his chest. “I get it, Jungkook, and I know.”

“Good.” He tightened his grip on your shoulder, smirking as he looked down at your naked body. “Next time, I wanna cum inside; so you better get started with birth control.”

“Jungkook!!”

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i hope whoever reads this enjoyed it🫶🏽🫶🏽 btw the poem is completely AI generated😭 i really wanna make this sort of a series like write a bunch of different scenarios for this couple; pls tell me your opinion on that.

[kooqitas]

#pairing: jungkook x reader.

#genre: smut MINORS DNI | #w.c: ~1800

#synopsis: crying on jungkook's shoulder might not have been the smartest idea in the world since now he's fucking you while your ex is calling.

#warnings: vaginal sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (f.), namjoon ex bf, rough sex. jk has a bick dick. maybe phone sex?

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it was friday when jungkook texted you asking if you were gonna the college party, and of course your answer was 'no'. breaking up with namjoon was one thing, but seeing him at a party where he would probably kiss several girls in front of you was a bit too much

"you can't stay home while the biggest party of the semester is going on"

'"yes i can, and i will!"

"god, why are you so complicated? at least come over to my house, i won't leave you suffering alone'

"i'm not suffering, jungkook!'

that's a lie. you were. a lot.

you ended up accepting jungkook's invitation, at first feeling bad for ruining the party for him, but jungkook was always the person who made you comfortable, usually when you went to parties with namjoon, he was the one who always stayed by your side while namjoon got drunk with his friends, he was the one who took you and namjoon home, the reality is that jungkook spent much more time by your side than your, now ex, boyfriend.

jungkook was excited, he came over and offered you wine and before you knew it you were on the couch, with your legs over his while he tried to convince you that it was namjoon who had lost you, not the other way around.

"he fuck so good, jungkook," you admitted, clearly overcome by the drink (added to your fertile period that made your panties damp at that very moment). "that pisses me off. he's arrogant, stupid, i hate him... but damn, the sex was so good"

jungkook laughed, as affected by the alcohol as you were, it's not like he'd never heard namjoon talk about sex with you, how wild and rough you two were.

it wasn't like jungkook had never heard you two...

but in that situation, knowing that you weren't together anymore, it was a little different...

"he pulled my hair, hit me, called me a whore, damn, it was so good, i can complain about him in many ways, except for this one, the son of a bitch made me cum like no one else"

"jesus!" jungkook said, taking a sip of his drink.

okay, things need to be pointed out, yes, jungkook was gorgeous, damn, he was hot, but you had never thought of him as a 'man' he was just your boyfriend's best friend, who always hung out with you at parties, who danced with you on the dance floor, who complimented your clothes and makeup, who complimented your smell, your lip gloss...

"i hope one day i can find someone who fucks me like him," you blurted out.

and jungkook took a deep breath, motivated a little by the drink, but deep down he knew that if it wasn't right then he might never have another chance. i mean, it was crazy, of course it was, who in their right mind would try to have sex with their best friend's ex-girlfriend when it hasn't even been a month since they broke up...

but jungkook wasn't the sanest person at the moment, in fact he never was when it came to you, not when he jerked off in the bathroom of namjoon's parents' beach house last month after seeing you parading around the pool in a red bikini.

"i can fuck you like him, in fact... i can fuck you even better"

"what?" you choked on your own saliva when you heard that.

jungkook took advantage of the fact that your legs were on top of his and started to leave a mischievous caress on your knee

"i told you i can fuck you better than him"

"jungkook..." you scolded him, but deep down that idea excited you.

"hi, love"

"fuck, that's not right"

"why not, why the hell are you so scared to do that?

"it's not for me, it's for you"

"well, i don't care... i've wanted to fuck you for a while now"

you choked again, but before you could say anything, jungkook took the glass from your hand and laid down with his body on top of yours.

you were going to ask again what the hell was that, what the hell was he doing, but jungkook kissed you, and there, fuck any lucid thought you could have.

the taste of wine in his mouth, his hot tongue entering your mouth with voracity, fuck any conscious shit, you needed to fuck with jungkook at that moment.

it was a blur until you were only in your panties underneath him while he sucked your tits, using his hand to play with the free nipple in a somewhat abrupt way, he seemed desperate, in reality, he was desperate, jungkook had been thinking about fucking you for so long that it seemed like a joke from the universe.

he finally took off his shirt and you smiled with his chest exposed, and jungkook just grunted, going back to kissing you while the tie of his shorts hit your waist. you knew he would be big, but nothing expected you for what you saw when he pulled down his shorts with his underwear all at once.

jungkook's cock was big, thick, full of veins and the purple head was already leaking precum. you couldn't hide your scared face when you saw it, making jungkook laugh.

'what's wrong?'

'fuck, that won't fit...'

'yes, it will, love, i'm gonna suck you and open you up for me, you're gonna take every inch of it and be a good girl on my cock!'

you gasped, agreeing, and jungkook laughed again, trailing kisses down your belly until he reached your panties... you quickly lifted your hips, a silent request for him to remove the fabric right away, and he obeyed.

the first thing jungkook did was smell your wet panties, the scene almost made you cum.

"if you taste as good as you smell, fuck, kitten..."

and jungkook sucked your clit, you moaned loudly, holding his hair. it was a mix of desperation and pleasure that you only felt when you had sex while stoned with your ex, and there was jungkook, ok, not 100% sober, but wanting you so fucking much...

you didn't even see when he inserted a finger, but at a certain point you were grabbing the couch's upholstery because he had three fingers inside you while he sucked your clit, your hips lifting desperately seeking more contact, at the same time trying to pull away, jungkook's long hair tickling your belly nicely, the way he put his fingers deeper and deeper...

you saw the ceiling of the room spin, and the next second jungkook had only his mouth on you.

sucking every drop.

you had never been sucked so well, but you were far from satisfied, so you were just grateful when without any prior warning jungkook entered you.

fuck, it burned, he was so fucking big. jungkook laughed, trying to contain his own arousal while you got used to his size. he ran his hand over your nipples, squeezing the tip, rubbing his fingertips on your belly, on your thigh... all while looking at you as if he wanted to devour you... and he did.

"jungkook..."

just his name was enough for him to understand, and then he thrust, his balls hitting you full on made you see stars. and the rhythm only increased, along with the brutality.

"i've wanted you like this for so long, fuck, imagining my cock destroying that tiny pussy"

you grabbed his shoulder, immersed in your own feeling and the noises you were making.

but something took you out of orbit.

ir rather, someone.

the shrill ring of the phone with the name 'namjoon' on the screen. you ignored the first call, the second, but on the third jungkook got irritated, he swiped right and simply accepted the call. your eyes widened, mumbling a 'what?'

but all jungkook said back was an 'answer', stopping his thrusting into you.

you obeyed.

damn the time you obeyed.

"where the fuck are you? why didn't you come to the party?"

"i... hm?"

"i'm asking why you didn't come to this fucking party, i got all dressed up, i bought a fucking bouquet, i bought your favorite chocolate, where the fuck are you?" namjoon was irritated, visibly irritated.

"i..." you tried to answer, fuck, what would you say to him? "i jus-OH" you moaned loudly, when jungkook moved inside you again, a little less aggressive than before, still strong.

you whispered a 'stop' but jungkook ignored it, laughing when you put your hand over your mouth trying not to moan loudly.

"you what?" namjoon questioned from the other side.

"i... i'm not very- very well" you choked on your own moans, while jungkook laughed.

you looked at him desperately, but he just laughed, whispering for you to continue talking on the phone. and of course you could hang up and end it all, but that feeling was so good... you felt like a slut, but you had never felt so good.

jungkook slapped your breasts audibly, enough for namjoon to hear.

"what's going on there?"

"nothing... is just thFUCK, JUNGKOOK!" you screamed without thinking as jungkook thrust even harder, the couch scraping on the living room floor as his balls slammed violently against you.

"wait, what? you said WHAT?"

at this point in the game, fuck any shit, you just ignored your ex-boyfriend, moaning loudly as jungkook fucked you like an animal, you knew namjoon was listening, he was following the line, but fuck any shit, you needed to cum, and thanks to this disgusting situation you would cum soon.

"are you fucking with my best friend? what type of whore are you?"

"my whore." jungkook took the phone from your hand, still thrusting angrily. "i'm fucking her delicious pussy, the one you kept telling me was tight, that it was delicious, fuck, you were right, it's so fucking delicious!"

and jungkook hung up, still laughing at you.

namjoon returned the call, the phone vibrating in jungkook's hand as he laughed evilly.

jungkook pressed the phone to your clit, the vibration being enough to make you cum exactly 10 seconds later, but jungkook went further...

he accepted namjoon's call, only to turn it into a video call, and then show his (maybe now ex) best friend, a video with a perfect angle of him cumming inside you.

before namjoon could say anything, jungkook hung up, his heavy body falling on top of yours.

"fuck that..." you tried to say.

"shhhh, let's think about it later? i just lost my best friend"

"do you regret it?"

"it depends... will I be able to fuck you more often?"

you thought, and it was pretty clear that you wanted to again, so why lie?

"if you want..."

"then no, fuck, i only regret not trying before..."

"u are crazy..." you laughed.

[guksfairy]

YOUNG NIGHTS AND OLD HABITS | JJK

wc: 1.9k

Happy Valentine’s Day my loves !! I wasn’t going to post today but my faves had a comeback and I got some inspiration. Enjoy !

Though the skies were dark and the only things illuminating were city buildings, the night was still somewhat young.

You and your husband had just gotten home from your annual Valentine’s day dinner. Jungkook always does his best to take you to a new restaurant every year so as to enjoy the night like it’s your first date.

Truly, it was always a magical night. You remember your very first one back when you were still only dating in college.

Jungkook was nervous to ask you to spend the day with him given that you two had only been dating for about two weeks. But Valentine’s Day was for couples and you were dating, right?

Given that you two, at the time, were broke college students who spent most of their money on essentials and food, there was little money to splurge on the day.

Jungkook did his best though. He got some of his friends to set up a table and fairy lights on a private area on campus. Even got your cousin to help out and pretend to be the waitress at a fancy restaurant.

He spent most of his money on the decorations and the food and only failed to realize he had little to no money for your gift just 2 hours before the date.

He scrambled around his dorm trying to find any change, literally anything. Namjoon walked in on Jungkook flipping his mattress over and getting excited to see a coin.

“…you okay?” Namjoon slowly closed the door and startled Jungkook for a moment before he replied.

“Hyung I’m screwed. I spent almost all my money on the lights, flowers, and food that I completely forgot to buy Y/N a gift,” Jungkook placed his mattress gently back onto the bed frame and threw himself on it.

“Woah. How’d you forget something that important,” the older chuckled and threw his backpack on the floor without a care in the world.

“Screwing up our first Valentine’s Day together isn’t what I was going for,” Jungkook huffs and Namjoon feels for him.

If he had a girlfriend and didn’t get her anything he’d probably stress too.

“What if you make her something?”

“Joon I’m shit at crafts. Remember when I had to make that 3D exoplanet system for Dr.Yoon’s class. It was basically falling apart as I walked to class with it,” Jungkook recalls placing his model next to your perfectly built one and you telling him it looked great.

He knew you were trying to make him feel better. It only made him like you more.

“So go for something simple,”

“Like?” Jungkook asks for suggestions and an idea immediately pops into Namjoon’s head.

“Do you recall back in high school when Mr.Jung would make us start our mornings writing letters to our past and future selves?” Jungkook wasn’t sure where Namjoon was going with this but he still nodded.

“Write her a love letter,”

That’s…not a terrible idea. It’s better than nothing.

Jungkook quickly scrambles from his bed, grabbing his school backpack and taking out a piece of paper and pens.

After about an entire hour of just writing and rewriting his feelings for you, he was done. He felt accomplished and a little shy. What if he was too vulnerable and you thought it was weird? What if you thought a letter was a cheap gift? What if you thought he got lazy??

The time was 7:45 and Jungkook didn’t have much time to overthink it. He folded the letter before putting it in an envelope and sealing it with clear tape.

He got dressed and received a text from his friends telling him that everything was set up and ready to go. All Jungkook had to do was pick you up from your dorm and walk to the designated spot.

With one last look in the mirror and a thumbs up from Namjoon, Jungkook grabs the letter on the desk and places it in his pocket for safe keeping.

He walked across campus to your dorm and felt like he fell in love with you all over again. You were wearing light makeup and something simple but to Jungkook, you looked so gorgeous. Jungkook was sure no other human being in the world held a candle to your beauty.

You exchanged a hug and a kiss on the cheek before walking with Jungkook as he lead you both to your little date.

You remembered how you felt seeing the scene for the first time. It was, again, simple but it was so sweet. You almost felt like tearing up.

The night was filled with tons of laughter and hand holding across the table as your cousin served entrees and main courses from the Italian restaurant off campus that you mentioned to Jungkook you loved.

Finally the night was coming to an end and now it was just the two of you. You watched Jungkook squirm around his seat for a moment before placing your hand on top of his to watch him visibly relax.

“Everything okay?”

“Uh…I have to confess something,” you hear Jungkook’s voice lower in volume but allow him to continue, “I didn’t get you a present-I know! I’m sorry it’s just that I spent so much time thinking about this date that it slipped my mind. But I made you something,” Jungkook grabbed the envelope from his pocket and placed it directly in the middle of the table.

He watched you stare at the paper for a moment and thought he fucked up. You didn’t move to grab it.

You hated it. You probably think he doesn’t even like y-

“Jungkook,” your voice just above a whisper takes him out of his insecure trance.

“You’re not going to believe this,” you reach inside your shirt and visibly into your bra before slipping out a paper of your own. Jungkook tries to ignore his flushed state as he watches you place yours on top of his.

“I wrote you a love letter,”

Soulmates. Jungkook was going to marry you. This was no coincidence. This was fate.

That night, you and Jungkook quietly read your letters in front of each other and shared your first kiss as a couple. You still remember how hard you two were smiling and simply couldn’t stop. The night was finished with love affirmations and lots of physical touches.

Similar to tonight.

You closed the curtains to you and Jungkook’s shared penthouse and watched the view of the city slowly disappear behind the cloth.

“What time is it?” You hear Jungkook walk behind you and wrap his arms around your waist.

“11:40?” You assume. It was rather late when you left the restaurant so you wouldn’t be too far off. Jungkook hums in acknowledgment and rests his chin on your shoulder, slowly closing his eyes.

He was a bit tired from tonight and you rocked him and yourself in a gentle rhythm.

“That waiter definitely had a crush on you,” Jungkook mumbled and you laughed.

“Jungkook I thought we said we’d stop talking about that kid,” you giggle as you reply thinking back to the young waiter that wouldn’t stop prioritizing you over your husband’s requests. At one point he served you wine and completely forgot about Jungkook’s glass.

“I don’t blame him though. You looked beautiful tonight,” Jungkook kissed your exposed shoulder and lets go before walking away.

“I have one more present for you honey,” Jungkook says picking through his blazer that he took off earlier.

“Jungkook. The necklace was enough,” you say touching the expensive piece of jewelry hanging around your neck.

“This might be worth more,” Jungkook finally finds it and slips it out.

It’s an envelope decorated with hand drawn hearts around and you know what it is. A tradition you’ve carried for the last 7 years. Love letters every Valentine’s Day.

He holds out the item for you to take and a smile and blush reach your face. Like second nature you reach into your bra and grab the neatly folded paper.

And like clockwork, your husband flushes up like he does every year. How cute.

You exchange letters and he holds your waist to lead you both to the living room. The environment was quiet in a peaceful and comforting manner.

You take a seat and Jungkook dims the lights a little before turning on the fire place. Finally taking the seat next to you.

You smile at each other one more time before opening your individual letters and you begin to read.

To my loving Wife and Soulmate,

Do you understand, that every single time that I see you, it feels like gravity shifts. You, my love, are the center of my universe. You’ve turned such ordinary and dull moments into supernovas of pure bliss and joy. I’m endlessly grateful for every orbit we’ve shared and will continue to share.

You’re the song that’s stuck in my head, the breath of air I didn’t know I was holding, the warmth in my favorite cup of coffee, and the reason for my happiness. You are my everything.

You are the last person that I think of before falling into sweet sleep where I dream of our life and how much better it gets by the day. Every time I hold your hand, it’s my unspoken promise to never let go. To always stay by your side.

I don’t just love you, I’m rooted in you. And I swear to choose you across every lifetime, every star, and every moment.

My sweet Y/N, I love you.

Yours, forever and always, Jeon Jungkook.

By the time you finish reading the letter you’ve already let a tear drop on the paper. Jungkook shares the same expression as he turns to face you with glossy eyes and nothing but love for you.

He grabs a hold of you and places you directly on his lap.

“Are you aware of how in love with you I am?” his question is rhetorical but you still answer it.

“I have a good idea,” you smile at your husband and lean in for a gentle and innocent kiss. Your hand placed on his shoulder. It’s adorned with your wedding ring. A memory of the happiest day of your life.

The day you became Jeon Y/N.

You recall how much your friends, who had already been married for a while, had told you that the love would fade and eventually it’s like living with a roommate.

You like to think they just didn’t marry their soulmate. Because every moment you spent with Jungkook, you spent it feeling alive and happy to be in the moment.

And you couldn’t wait to tell him the last good news of the night.

There will be a third addition to the Jeon family in nine months. Something you and Jungkook had been talking about for so long. Something you knew he was hoping for.

So when the clock hits 11:58, Jungkook is in tears, holding you with so much security.

He truly knows he won the lottery with you.

[caelesjjk]

𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕝𝕖𝕕 - 𝕛𝕛𝕜&𝕜𝕥𝕙

⟶ title: entangled ⟶pairing: spidey!jungkook x fem reader, venom!taehyung x fem reader ⟶au: marvel au ⟶ rating: 18+ ⟶ genre: romance, smut, love triangle ⟶ wc: 7.6k ⟶ warnings: Mnetions of blood and a wound, drinking, Jungkook calls you Data and Taehyung calls you Pigeon, infidelity-ish?? (you'll see), two smut scenes: oral (female and male receiving) mutiple orgasms, overstim, unprotected sex (thats a no, wrap it up) few different positions, making out, sweet kisses, nipple stuff ⟶ summary: Jeon Jungkook is Spider-Man.

He saved your life twice. But he’s also been your sweet lab partner in college for the past two years and now someone who is more than just a friend.

You care about him…maybe even love him. But something tells you that you aren’t quite sure what love even is. How could you when you have feelings for someone else as well?

Kim Taehyung is the handsome stranger you’ve seen around campus and somehow ended up dancing with at Club Onyx. You were upset that Jungkook had stood you up once again and Taehyung made you feel like you were on top of the world.

What you didn’t know that night, is the dark secret Taehyung is trying desperately to hide, but the closer the two of you get the more difficult that becomes.

⟶ authors note: hello darklings, its been such a long time. I apologize this took so long but it's finally here! I can't wait to see what everyone thinks of spidey!kook and venom!tae, they're truly my babies and I have loved writing them. This is only part one, I make no guarantees how quickly part two comes out, but I'll do my best I promise. I'm thinking probably four parts for this. enjoy! tell me all ur thots! Shoutout to M (@here2bbtstrash), Sav (@jeonjcngkook) and Kay (@tea4sykes) for looking this over and correcting my insanity and also assuring me that it's not terrible lol. Thank you all so much for your patience and help.

“So where is he?” your friend Penny says from across the table.

“He said he was coming.” You sigh, stirring your drink with the straw.

“He said that the last two times we were all supposed to study together.” Hoseok gives you a look that’s part sympathy and part annoyance.

“He’s working three part-time jobs. Not all of us have our parents paying for our apartments, Hobi.” You give him a playful glare and he returns it, followed by a poke of his tongue from between his lips.

Part of you wished you didn’t know Jungkook’s secret. That you could go back to the days where you were blissfully unaware of who he was. But back then, being stood up hurt even more because you didn’t know why.

Now you know. You know that Jungkook is Spider-Man. The infamous superhero  with powers he acquired from being bitten by a lab altered arachnid a few years ago.

He saved your life. Twice in fact. Both times it was because you were curious, too curious for your own good, and you had been suspecting something was going on with Jungkook. 

You followed him one night and watched in awe as he changed into his Spider-Man suit in an alleyway. And not just because he was Spider-Man, but because he was insanely gorgeous. You were hypnotized by the man who had been sitting next to you as your lab partner for most of the year. Who constantly hid his body beneath baggy clothes and bucket hats. 

You had always liked him a little more than you cared to admit. And after you found out the truth about him, your friendship grew into something more.

There weren’t any labels; you didn’t call each other boyfriend and girlfriend, much to your dismay. But Jungkook always told you that if the wrong person found out about the two of you, they could use you to get to him. And he needed to be able to focus on his whole saving the world gig, and not constantly worry about your safety. 

You understood. But that didn’t mean it didn’t sting a little.

You manage to study a bit longer with your friends before deciding you were far too distracted. You call Jungkook on your walk back to your apartment, but of course he doesn't  answer. 

So now you wait. And you worry.

No matter how hot the shower water is as it hits your back, it doesn’t stop the worry. You just want him to be safe, even if he pissed you off by not showing up again. 

You wrap yourself in your favorite silky robe and get comfortable on your bed with some of your homework you didn’t finish with your friends, slowly getting immersed in all of the calculations and formulas that you love so much. They were a great distraction.

Not sure how long you’ve been studying, you get up to stretch and make your way to your apartment balcony, opening the doors and stepping outside for a breath of fresh air. 

The city is always loud, but up here it isn’t so bad. The traffic sounds far away and the lights are just flickers across the skyline. You might even think it was beautiful if it wasn’t for the constant bad lurking around every corner. Or maybe you had just heard too many scary things from Jungkook.

Sighing when he pops into your head again, you turn around to head back inside only to come face to face with the superhero in question. Seeing him hanging there upside down from your doorway startles you just enough to send you stumbling backwards towards your balcony.

Before you can get too far, or even fully scream, Jungkook is shooting a web at your torso, pulling you back and into his arms as he flips down onto his feet. Your head swims from how quickly it happens.

“Data, look at me.” Jungkook’s voice is slightly muffled through his mask. “It’s just me.”

“You scared me.” You look up at him as he removes his mask and shakes out his hair, eyes finally meeting yours. 

“I’m sorry, I should’ve been…noisier.” Jungkook smiles and you almost forget that you’re angry with him. Almost.

“What are you doing here anyways?” You shove against his broad chest and feel his arm release your waist. He sighs, following you inside your apartment.

“I know you’re upset I missed the study session…” Jungkook starts to explain, but you twist back around to face him.

“If my friends hadn’t seen you around campus now and then, they would think I made you up, Jungkook. You never show. It makes me look pathetic.” You cross your arms over your chest and wait for the next excuse.

“You aren’t pathetic, Data. I’m just…” Jungkook winces when he reaches for you, a hand moving down to his ribs in pain. “Sorry, it’s healing, it's  just slow.”

“What’s healing? What happened to you?” You let the fight go for a moment, closing the space between the two of you and moving his hand out of the way.

Beneath his fingers is a large cut, bloody but half-hidden by his suit. It looks angry and inflamed. What could’ve made a cut like this?

“It’s nothing. I’ll heal up in a couple hours.” He pulls your hand away, blood stained on the tips of your fingers. 

“It won’t matter how quick you heal if it gets infected. Come in here.” Your hand wraps around his and you pull him into your small bathroom. You steady him against your vanity and move to grab your first aid kit from the cabinet above your toilet. “Take that off.” You gesture to his Spider-Man suit.

“Yes, ma’am.” Jungkook teases, gingerly working his top half out of the suit. He hisses through his teeth as he peels the suit away from his ribs and lets it hang at his hips.

You are not the universe's strongest soldier.

Your eyes drift over all the dips and curves of muscle. A perfectly sculpted chest and abs you could literally eat off of are right in front of you, scrambling every sense you have in your head. You need to focus. Stay focused on the task at hand and not his ridiculously toned body.

“You okay, Data?” he asks, humor in his voice. That horrid nickname he had given you in your first year as lab partners is feeling more endearing these days. You clear your throat.

“I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be fine? Just tending to Spider-Man’s wounds in my extremely tiny bathroom.” You try to laugh but it doesn’t sound genuine.

You take out some bandages and gauze and get to work cleaning him up. But even as you tape down the gauze, you can visibly see the wound getting smaller. Super powers really are something else.

“Data.” Jungkook’s voice brings you back to reality. 

“What?” You sigh.

“Please come here.” His hands reach for your hips and you give in, letting him pull you until you’re flush against him, suddenly nose to nose. “That’s better.”

“I’m angry with you,” you whisper, heart pumping a bit faster in the close proximity.

“I know that you are. I’m really sorry…I swear I wanted to be there.” You look down to see him slip his gloves off and sit them on the countertop before his hands come up to cup your face.

“Then what happened? You need to tell me.” Your hands wrap around his wrists.

“There’s something out there, Data. A…monster that we can’t figure out. It’s strong…and fast. Nothing I’ve ever seen before.” His thumbs brush the corners of your mouth. 

“What does it want?” 

“It keeps breaking into the Lab across the River. It’s looking for something. No one at the lab is being very forthcoming with information.” His forehead presses to yours. “But Mr. Kim is working on that part.”

Kim Seokjin, more famously known as Ironman. He was a mentor and a good friend to Jungkook. He was helping Jungkook navigate the new world of being a superhero and also gave him a job to help him pay for school. 

“Hasn’t Mr. Kim told you to call him Jin over and over?” you tease, hands coming up to rest against his chest. Jungkook laughs quietly, pulling you closer.

“He has. Guess it just slipped out.” His hands move down to palm your ass.

“What exactly do you think you’re doing?” You raise an eyebrow in question of his actions.

“Just feels like I haven’t touched you in so long.” His warm mouth finds your throat and he presses kisses to the skin.

“Two days is a long time?” 

“It is when it comes to you. Thinking about how much I want you gets so distracting.” He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, making you giggle.

“So what I did for you two days ago wasn’t enough?” You let your hands slither down from his chest and over the planes of his stomach.

“Never enough.” His nose skims over your jaw until you’re back face to face and his lips are devouring yours. “I’d like to pay you back.” 

“How?” You moan when you’re cut off by his tongue sliding into your mouth.

“Let me show you?” Jungkook pulls away from the kiss, taking your hand and leading you out of the bathroom.

Thinking he means to lead you to your bed, you start to pull him towards it, but he seems to have other ideas, walking you back out onto the balcony. He releases your hand momentarily to slide his suit back up over his shoulders.

“What are you going to show me out here, Jungkook?” You start to feel suspicious.

“Do you trust me?” He jumps up onto your railing with ease, still holding your hand in his.

“Not if it involves you swinging me around off the side of buildings.” You start to pull back, but his other wrist shoots a web at your torso; using his inhuman strength, he pulls you up onto the railing into his arms.

“I would never let you fall. Never. Just close your eyes for a few minutes. I promise it’ll be worth it, Data.” He touches your cheek gently, and even though you want to throw up every time he does this, you close your eyes and wrap your arms as tightly as possible around his neck and your legs around his waist. “Ready?” He whispers in your ear, one strong arm wrapping around your back.

You don’t verbally answer, just nod once before burying your face into his neck.

And then the solid feeling of being on the ground disappears and the sickening feeling of free falling is very apparent. You try to breathe, squeezing yourself around Jungkook as you listen to the whooshing sound of his web shooters discharge as he swings you between the tallest buildings in the city.

“You’re doing amazing.” Jungkook kisses your cheek. “Just another minute.”

You keep your eyes clamped shut until the curiosity becomes too overwhelming, making you dare to peek just the slightest bit. You see the sun setting on the horizon, orange and purple hues slowly disappearing beneath the river. As long as you don’t think about how high up you are, it really is beautiful up here.

You soak in the feeling of Jungkook holding you so tightly because you never know when the next time may be. You hate to sound so dramatic in thinking that way, but it really is a guessing game sometimes . Your hands loosen and slide up into his hair, making him look down into your eyes and smile when he sees how fondly you’re looking back at him.

“Kiss me,” you whisper, even though there isn’t a single soul that could hear you up here.

Jungkook kisses the corner of your mouth and then the other before the softness of his lips has your eyes fluttering closed. This kiss is only gentle brushes of lips, noses grazing in the sweetest way you can imagine, all the while Jungkook is still effortlessly swinging you between buildings.

He shoots a web straight up into the air, letting it connect to the side of one of the tallest buildings, slowly pulling the two of you up until he’s reached the highest ledge, tapping your thighs so you know it’s safe to put your feet down. You kiss him once more before you open your eyes and look out at the nearly complete sunset…a thousand feet in the air.

“Why are we up here, Jungkook? You know the heights..” He kisses you again before you can finish the sentence.

“Can we try something?” He smiles, and it’s infuriating. You’re too weak for this spidey boy. You sigh with exasperation.

“I’m already very wary of saying yes.” You look away from the ledge towards the top of the building, taking note of all the intricate filigree and gargoyle statues.

“Let me make you feel good…up here.” His cheeks heat a little when he asks.

“Is this some kind of weird adrenaline thing? Why would you want that?” Your voice cracks and you sputter, disbelief heavy in your tone.

“I think it’ll be intense…feel so good.” His lips move down and his teeth nip at your jaw.

“It’s insane…” You melt into his touch and the way his mouth sucks at your neck.

“If you don’t like it, I’ll take you home. And I’ll get you naked in your bed instead.” He pulls your shirt over your head, fully knowing you’re about to give in.

“Bed sounds so good right now…”

“Please, Data…just try it.” He tosses your shirt to the side, cupping your breasts and kissing the tops of them.

“What do I have to do?” You feel too good to let the fear ruin the way he’s making you feel.

“Lie back on the ledge, with your arms above your head and your wrists crossed.” 

You let him lead you down onto the ledge, every nerve in your body hot and on edge. Jungkook makes sure that you’re settled before he stands back up straight, looking down at you while you slowly move your arms above your head the way he asked.

“You’re perfect, Data.” Jungkook stares at you a moment longer before he aims his web shooter and traps your wrists together against the concrete ledge beneath you.

Your chest heaves at the idea of being completely helpless. He’s taken away your control and your ability to touch him as you please. 

He makes quick work of the sleep pants you had been wearing, tossing them away to join the gargoyles on the rooftop. 

“Jungkook…” you whimper when he lowers himself between your legs and lies down on his stomach so he can be face to face with your heat.

“Relax, okay? I’m gonna make it up to you.” He kisses a path down your thigh, sucking gently and caressing with his tongue.

You arch your back from the ledge when he pushes your panties to the side and his mouth finally makes contact with your pussy. Just a sweet kiss at first, then a deep, swirling lick to your clit. You pull against the webbing trapping you in place, fingers begging to be in his hair.

If only the citizens of his precious city could see him right now. Face buried and tongue lapping just for you. All of it for you and not for them.

You can feel tears start to form in your eyes from the way your orgasm is already so close to crashing over you. Jungkook has spent quite a bit of time getting to know your body and memorizing the things he knows that you like.

“Come on my tongue, baby. I’ve got you.” Jungkook soothes before his mouth is back to devouring you.

One particularly harsh suck to your clit while his fingers finally join in on the fun is what sends you over the edge, clenching around his digits in spasms.

You’re lucky that no one could possibly hear you all the way up here. The moans and groans that you both make while Jungkook licks up every bit of your arousal are beyond obscene.

“Please get this web off of me,” you huff between breaths. Jungkook slowly raises his head and with a smile on his shiny face, reaches up and effortlessly rips the webbing from your wrists. 

You jolt upwards, wrapping your arms around his neck and digging your hands into his soft hair. Your mouths mold together automatically, your tongue tasting yourself from his lips.

“Did you like it?” Jungkook finally asks, pulling you into his lap.

“As long as I continue to pretend we aren’t thousands of feet in the air, I enjoyed it very much.” You both smile and you lean in to kiss the corner of his pierced lip. “You can’t always distract me with your extremely talented mouth though. I just…want you to try and be in my life.” You push some hair off of his forehead before he kisses your lips once more.

“It won’t always be this crazy, Data. I promise. I just want to make sure I help Jin as much as I can with this monster.” 

“I know.” You want to tell him that you wish you came first. That there’s always going to be another monster keeping you apart. But that’s the price you pay for loving a superhero. 

“Let me take you home?” He stands up, still holding you in his arms.

“Maybe let me put my pants back on first?” You laugh as he sets you down to retrieve your pants from a gargoyle statue. 

And then you’re back in his arms and swinging back to reality.

The sun is still warm even though fall is almost in full swing. Leaves are starting to change colors and slowly drop off the trees. You love the smell of them as they dance by you on the breeze.

Something you don’t love is the damn pigeons that have made their home in the nooks and crannies of all the old buildings on campus. They fly down from their nests and make nuisances of themselves with the students, trying to get pieces of food.

You’ve been continuously shooing them away as you attempt to do your homework. 

Sitting in the courtyard on top of a patchwork blanket, you’re lost in the numbers and formulas that keep you best distracted these days. So much so that you almost don’t see Jungkook before his head is in your lap and his smiling face is looking up at you, pigeons scattering about from his sudden movements.

“Good afternoon, Data,” he says cutely. You set down your notebook and pen, leaning down to kiss him.

“How nice to see you at school for once,” you tease, pulling his bottom lip gently between your teeth.

“Mm, things have been quiet for a couple of days. I got some sleep…and I missed you.” Jungkook wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you to lay down with him across the blanket.

“What are you doing?” You laugh and push against his chest.

“Making sure everyone sees me kissing you.” 

“Isn’t that dangerous?” You comb your nails through the hair at the nape of his neck. “If the wrong person sees?” 

Jungkook freezes for a moment, his eyes not meeting yours as his face scrunches in concentration. He abruptly sits up on his knees and you follow, looking around the courtyard.

“Something isn’t right.” Jungkook’s voice is low and quiet.

“What is it?” You continue to look around, seeing students walking to class or enjoying the sun in the courtyard like the two of you were.

Your eyes stop when you notice someone by the fountain taking photos with a professional type camera. His head of black messy hair is covered by a backwards black baseball hat. Long legs covered by snugly fit black jeans and his top half in a white button up, sleeves rolled halfway up in the most maddening way.

He must feel your eyes on him, because he’s suddenly looking right at you and you’re able to recognize who it is you’ve been drooling over. You feel embarrassment flood your face and body as you quickly look away, your heart racing in your chest.

Kim Taehyung. A photography student at your university. The best photography student if you remember correctly. You remember having a basic class with him your first year and he had seemed very nice. His smile was sweet, but the two of you didn’t talk to each other much at all. 

You did think he was absolutely stunning though, sometimes wishing you weren’t too shy to have spoken to him back then.

Your classes must have all been different after that, but you still see him around campus from time to time. Always taking pictures, but always alone. And last year he seemed to disappear altogether before reappearing when the new semester started.

When you get brave enough to look back up at him, you see he has his camera pointed at you, snapping pictures. You look away again so as not to alert Jungkook of what’s going on. Taehyung smiles when you look up out of the corner of your eye, before moving on to take pictures of something else. Why is your heart beating so fast?

“Everything okay?” Jungkook asks, making you jump.

“I should be asking you that,” you manage to croak out.

“That weird sense of something being off is happening… I should go.” He starts to stand up and you grab his hand.

“What about this weekend? You’re still coming out with us right?”

He bends down and captures your lips in a quick but sweet kiss. “I promise I won’t miss it.” He gently nudges your forehead with his, making you roll your eyes with a smile as you watch him jog across the courtyard.

“Was that Jungkook?” Hoseok asks, sitting down across from you on the blanket.

“Um…yeah. He had to get to class,” you lie. Again. “Hey Hobi?”

“Yeah?” He stops grabbing books from his bag and looks up at you.

“What do you know about Kim Taehyung?” You nod towards the man with the camera, still taking pictures of some angel statues on the far side of the courtyard.

“He’s supposedly the best photography major at this school. He’s also…strange.” Hobi pretends to get a chill.

“Strange? Strange how?” You’re interest even more peaked than before.

“I don’t know, ____. I just heard some shit about him talking to himself all the time, and sometimes he comes to class all beat up.” Hobi brushes it off like it’s no big deal.

You don’t pester him any further, instead watching Taehyung as he takes a seat on a bench and starts scrolling through the pictures he’s taken on his camera. 

Maybe people are making things up about him because he’s different. People don’t like different for some reason. But you…you tend to be pulled towards the different. Or it tends to find you when you least expect it.

Saturday night has come and almost gone, and you’re still waiting for Jungkook to show up at Club Onyx to meet up with you and your friends. You’ve been waiting for hours and downing drinks the longer you go unanswered.

You’ve called and texted him over and over with no answer and are finally ready to just give up. Hobi gives you that pitiful look as you slam your phone face down onto the table.

“Fuck this, I’m getting another drink.” You don’t say it to anyone in particular and you don’t wait for anyone to answer before slipping into the crowd towards the bar.

“Can I get a Long Island please?” you ask the bartender when she approaches. You slouch down onto a barstool and see a familiar face on the other side of the bar.

Taehyung. Sitting with a glass of whiskey in one hand and his phone in the other. The hat you usually see him wear is nowhere to be seen. Instead, his curly black hair has been somewhat styled over his forehead. He’s still wearing a white button up, but he’s left the top buttons undone this time, revealing the smooth skin of his chest.

“Here you go.” The bartender hands you your drink just in time for Taehyung to look up from his phone and see you already looking at him.

“Shit,” you whisper to yourself, taking your drink and making a break for the dance floor as quickly as you can. 

The song playing isn’t one that you know, but as you chug down your drink you start to care less and less about knowing the song and just let yourself go. You want to have a good time and not mope about Jungkook standing you up once again.

You let strangers grind against you as you move across the dance floor, arms raised above your head and your hips swaying to the beat of the song. You’re a little tipsy as you place your glass down on the nearest table, but not enough to not know what’s going on. 

A slower song starts to play with more of an r&b feeling. You watch as people start to pair off, the movements of their bodies making heat rush through you and settle on your cheeks and  neck. You start to turn back to find your friends when you feel an arm slide around your waist, making you jump from the suddenness of being touched.

“Easy there, Pigeon,” a voice as deep as the ocean and smoother than satin says against the shell of your ear.

You twist your neck almost too quickly, eyes landing on the face of Taehyung. Your breath nearly disappears completely seeing him this closely.

“What are you doing?” you ask, but you don’t try to move away from him. God, you should move away but you can’t.

“You need someone to dance with.” He smiles and says the words with a matter of fact tone.

“I should find my friends…” Your brain finally starts to catch up and you move from his hold.

“One dance, Pigeon. Would be a pity to waste such a good song.” 

“Why are you calling me Pigeon? I have a name.” You fold your arms over your chest.

“I know your name. But the pigeons at school seem to have really taken a liking to you, I couldn’t resist.” His boxy smile widens.

“You’re not being very convincing about this dance.” You try not to smile.

Taehyung puts his hand out asking silently one more time for you to dance with him. There’s that nagging feeling that you shouldn’t, but there’s a bigger part that says Jungkook isn’t your boyfriend, and he stood you up after he promised not to miss this night.

You take his hand.

Taehyung pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and gently pulls you towards him, spinning you around at the last second to press your back against his front. You gasp when you immediately feel him lean over you and press his face into your neck, his nose skimming your skin.

His big but delicate hands find your stomach, slithering down until they reach your hips, slightly bunching your dress in his fingers.

He gently moves his hips and grinds against your ass in the most tantalizing way, reminding you that you did in fact agree to dance. Taehyung groans quietly in your ear when the pace of your hips becomes quicker with more added pressure from your ass into his crotch.

You let yourself relax against him, head falling back against his shoulder and exposing more of your neck to him. His impatient mouth finds the juncture of your neck and shoulder and he kisses a soft line across your skin.

“Can’t believe your boyfriend would leave you all alone out here where the monsters can find you.” Taehyung's deep voice vibrates through your body and settles into your core.

“I don’t have a boyfriend…or monsters.” The words come out sounding breathless as he continues to press your body closer to his.

“We think you do.” His long tongue traces the shell of your ear. 

We? You let it go because your brain is too foggy with lust to wonder what that could even mean right now.

“I don’t,” you repeat, pushing thoughts of Jungkook away for just a night. Taehyung laughs quietly, pulling your lobe between his teeth as his hands move up your chest to cup your breasts.

You don’t even care who sees the way he’s touching you right now. You’re becoming so turned on that you know your panties have to be absolutely ruined at this point.

“Come home with me.” He spins you around to face him just as the song ends, your eyes fluttering open as he cups your face in his hands.

“That…I can’t.” Your eyes search his, hoping it will make you realize that you need to walk away. Instead, there’s something that tells you you’re safe, but that you’re also in for a world of trouble. You don’t know how you know, you just do.

“I’ll make you feel so good, Pigeon.” His mouth is almost on yours, lips just brushing as he whispers. This man is fucking undeniable.

“Okay,.” you cave. You just want to feel wanted. You want to matter more than a stranger on the street. You want Taehyung to make you forget how much it hurts when Jungkook lets you down over and over again.

“Good girl.” His warm mouth slots with yours as he kisses you feverishly. Like he’s been starving for years and your mouth is his only source of sustenance. It’s hot, fiery, and all-consuming.

Not even sure when his lips leave yours, you’re suddenly being pulled by your hand towards the club exit. Your brain clears and you look around for Hobi or any of your other friends but you don’t see them. And honestly, you hope that they don’t. You hope they didn’t see what happened on the dance floor and you hope they don’t see you leaving with someone who isn’t Jungkook. That would be far too messy to have to explain.

“Did you drive here?” You squeeze Taehyung’s hand and he pulls you closer to him.

“I did. I didn’t even finish my drink, I promise I’m safe to drive.” He eases your mind as the two of you push out of the door and turn towards the parking lot.

But your mind is only at ease for a mere minute before you realize that Taehyung is leading you towards what appears to be a very, very fast motorcycle. Everything on it is jet black and ridiculously sexy. You wish you weren’t absolutely terrified.

“I’m not getting on that.” You stop in your tracks.

“Why not?” Taehyung grabs the helmet off the back and offers it to you. “I’ll even give you the helmet.”

“I just…that looks dangerous.” 

“It is.”

“Glad you’re honest,” you half-laugh.

“The bike is dangerous, but I would never let anything happen to you, Pigeon.” Taehyung swings one of his long legs over the motorcycle, straddling it as he waits for you to make a decision.

“We hardly know each other, Taehyung.”

“That doesn’t mean I can’t keep you safe on my motorcycle, or that we have to know everything about each other to feel something.” He holds the helmet out again and you feel your mouth go dry at his words.

The danger aside, there is no going back if you get on that motorcycle with him. There is no way you would have an untainted conscience ever again. Every time you were with Jungkook from this day on, you would have to think about the fact that at this moment, you also wanted Kim Taehyung to fuck you.

That should terrify you more than it does.

You grab your phone and quickly open it to see no messages or missed calls from Jungkook. Your answer gets a little clearer as you reach out and take the helmet from his hand.

“Carefully,” Taehyung says, taking one of your hands and guiding you to straddle the motorcycle behind him. You settle the helmet onto your head, and Taehyung smiles widely when he looks over his shoulder to make sure you’re ready. 

When he starts the motorcycle, the vibrations from the engine immediately flood your body. Your arms instinctively wrap around his torso as tightly as possible, and you wait once again for the world to go past you far too quickly. The same way it always does when Jungkook is swinging you between buildings.

When he pulls out of the parking lot, he doesn’t go too fast like you thought he would. He takes his time weaving between the cars and taxis, making his way through the busy streets and closer to the docks. 

You don’t entirely hate the motorcycle ride. Nor do you hate the way Taehyung laces his fingers through yours and holds them against his chest, or the way he brings your knuckles to his lips to brush a kiss against each one while he steers with the other hand. You don’t hate the way he sometimes moves that hand down to tap your thigh to let you know he’s about to make a sharp turn. You wish you hated the motorcycle ride.

Taehyung presses a button on his phone and a door on one of the warehouses starts to lift up. He pulls through it, parking the bike once inside. Your legs feel like jello when you take his hand to try and stand up, stumbling a bit in his hold.

“Okay there, Pigeon?” Taehyung grasps the sides of the helmet and helps you take it off. He sits it on the back of the bike before coming back to help you straighten out your helmet hair.

“It wasn’t terrible.” You smile and so does he, fire moving through your veins the longer your eyes stay locked with his. You quickly clear your throat. “So, you live in a warehouse?”

“I used to live in the city. It was just too…busy. I needed space.” He takes your hand and leads you towards some metal stairs. But before he does, you notice several more motorcycles parked inside the open part of the warehouse. Who is Kim Taehyung?

At the top of the stairs, it opens into a large open loft area that has a surprising feeling of comfort to it. There’s a kitchenette off to the right with just the necessities: a fridge, small table, stove and microwave.

The left side of the room appears to be the bedroom. A big messy bed sits against a headboard with intricate black vines carved into the wood. Soft pillows are haphazardly lying in all directions, some on the floor with their feathers scattered across the room. Taehyung visibly stiffens when he sees you notice them.

“Sorry about those…I think I might have a raccoon stuck in here somewhere.” He laughs and moves to kick the busted pillows under his bed.

Strange. He’s a little strange.

“Do you need something to drink?” he asks.

“Should I be worried about being here, Taehyung?” 

“What? No. No, I promise you’re safe.” He crosses the room and comes to stand in front of you, concern evident on his perfect face.

“I just…I don’t do things like this. I’ve never even had a one night stand.” You card a hand through your hair and Taehyung tips your chin up to look at him.

“Why does it need to be just one night?” His face softens and his thumb brushes over your bottom lip.

“Taehyung…I don’t know what I’m doing.” It’s barely a whisper.

His head tilts slightly to the side before it spasms slightly, an uncomfortable look painting his face as he shakes his head and gets the spasm under control. 

“Stop it.” Taehyung grits between his clenched teeth, mostly to himself.

“Are…are you okay?” Your worry grows by the second.

“Sorry…I’m sorry.” He cups your face in his hands and kisses you sweetly, catching you off guard. “I’m sorry if I scared you,” he whispers against your lips.

“I’m not scared of you.” It isn’t a lie. You aren’t scared, but something is off. And you’re too stupid to leave. “Should I be scared?”

“Not of me.” He speaks as if someone else is in the room. 

His mouth finds yours again and lust takes the place of worry and concern. Taehyung easily grabs your thighs and lifts you off the ground as if you weigh nothing at all.

The next moments are a blur of clothing being stripped and bare skin coming in contact with hands and lips. Teeth scrape over nipples and long fingers drown themselves inside your dripping pussy. The warehouse echos with the sounds of your moans and his deep groans.

After your first thigh shaking orgasm, Taehyung sits on the edge of his bed and you kneel in front of him between his knees, taking his far too perfect cock into your mouth. You worship him with your tongue and make him come down your throat, his hands tightly gripping your hair.

Chills run through your sweaty body as he bends you over his bed and eases his cock inside you. Stars explode behind your eyelids while your fingers grip the bed sheets.

“He doesn’t fuck you enough, does he Pigeon? You’re so fucking tight.” Taehyung’s fingers dig harshly into your hips as he mercilessly pounds you from behind.

You can only moan in response, the coil in your stomach tightening and threatening to burst again. Tears slip from the corners of your eyes and stain the sheets you’re so desperately clinging to.

His fingers suddenly start to feel sharper, like they could pierce your skin at any moment, past the point of hurting in a good way.

“Stop,” Taehyung growls and the piercing feeling of his fingers starts to let up. If your brain wasn’t so fogged by your oncoming orgasm you may have questioned who the hell he was talking to.

“I’m so close,” you whine, feeling Taehyung press himself closer to you, one of his hands coming to the back of your head and pushing you deeper into the mattress. The new angle  makes you feel him so deeply that even your stomach clenches and the dam finally breaks; you’re falling off the edge of the most shattering orgasm you’ve ever experienced.

Taehyung’s hips stutter as you clench around him, making him moan deep in his chest. When you can no longer hold up your body, he grabs your shoulder and flips you onto your back, then immediately slides his cock back inside your overly sensitive pussy.

You’re so blissfully fucked that it takes you a moment to focus your eyesight on his face. Sweaty black curls sticking to his forehead as you lift your heavy arms and dig your fingers into his hair so you can pull his mouth down onto yours.

“I almost…I almost lost control. You feel so good.” His tongue swipes into your mouth as he angles himself to hit your g-spot with every hard thrust of his hips.

“Please come, Taehyung.” Your nails dig into his back and leave scratch marks across his skin.

“Never wanted anyone as much as I want you…fuck we want you so badly.” He buries his face into your neck as he thrusts once, twice more before you feel him spill inside of you. Hips bruisingly tight against yours as his cock twitches each time more cum fills you up.

“Holy shit.” You move your hands back to his hair and gently lift up to see his face. You swear when he looks at you that all the color has drained from his eyes. They’re solid white.

You gasp and blink once, seeing Taehyung’s pretty brown eyes looking back at you in less than a second.

“Wh-what was that?” You’re still panting.

“What was what, Pigeon?” He smiles and presses a kiss to your cheek before he slowly pulls out and walks to his bathroom, giving you a chance to ogle his perfect little ass and the muscles of his back.

“I just…thought I saw something,” you say when he returns to the bed with a cloth for you to clean up with. You really need to get more sleep if you’re starting to see things.

“Did I hurt you?” Taehyung’s face is suddenly a lot more serious when he reaches out to run his fingers over the apple of your cheek.

You remember the way his hands felt on your hips. How they could’ve been on the verge of piercing through your skin. At least, that’s what you thought when it was happening.

Looking down at your hips, there’s obvious red marks from fingertips, but also scratch marks that just don’t seem like they could’ve come from Taehyung’s short cut nails. What the hell?

“I um…I think I’m okay.” You pull the covers up over your hips a little, hoping he won’t see.

“You should sleep here. I can take you home in the morning, I’m just too sleepy right now.” He pouts his mouth a little and wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his side.

“Okay.” You’re admittedly too spent to call an Uber or argue with him about taking you home tonight. You just need to sleep. Sleep will fix everything. Tomorrow you will wake up and not feel like you’re losing your entire mind.

“…don’t ever fucking do that again…” You hear part of a conversation in your half asleep state. “I swear if you would have hurt her…”

Who the hell is Taehyung talking to in the middle of the night?

“She’s with the spider….liability.” A deep inhuman voice fills the empty air. Your eyes shoot open wide and every nerve is suddenly completely wired.

Are they…are they talking about Jungkook?

“She’s not. She said she’s not,” Taehyung’s voice answers, stress evident in his words.

“We should eat her now…” 

“No! You’ll have to kill me if you think you’re ever touching her. And we both know you can’t do that,” Taehyung yells.

You wrap the thin sheet around your naked body and slowly move towards the railing that overlooks the open part of the warehouse downstairs. You stay back far enough so not to alert anyone of your presence.

Looking down, you see Taehyung sitting at a table with his back towards you, wearing his black jeans slung low on his hips and nothing else. He runs a hand through his hair in frustration.

And that’s when it seems like the shadows around him start to move and your heart threatens to burst from your chest. Because not only do they move, but they have a face. A terrifying face that is seeping from the back of Taehyung’s neck and moving around him …as it talks.

“You’re weak for her,” the monster growls deeply, its huge teeth and unnaturally long tongue becoming more apparent as it moves into the light.

“We had a deal.” Taehyung seethes. “I’m literally the only person you haven’t killed when you bonded with them. You need me to get your symbiote friends home and I need you to take down that fucking lab.”

You can barely believe what you’re seeing or hearing. Is this the monster Jungkook was talking about? The one breaking into the lab across the river?

“Aren’t we friends?” The monster asks in a condescending way.

“Not if you hurt ____. She has no idea what she’s in the middle of and it should stay that way.” Taehyung holds his arms out straight and the monster starts to wrap its moving pitch black skin around him…its skin becoming his.

You’re so startled by the sight in front of you that you stumble back, knocking over an end table full of magazines and books. Fuck.

“Shit,” you hear Taehyung say before the monster has completely consumed him. What stands in his place is something you will never forget for the rest of your life.

The monster must be at least 8 feet tall, huge bulking muscles made of that inhuman black skin that constantly appears to be moving. Its  huge white eyes land right on you immediately, its  mouth and teeth pulling into a wicked smile as it jumps into the air and clears the railing in a single leap. You scream as the ground crunches beneath its feet when it lands in front of you.

The monster looms over you and all the breath in your lungs disappears.

“What…what are you?” you croak, fear freezing you in place.

“We…are Venom.”

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[rannie-moon]

heranchella

synopsis: the time has finally come! It's here and it has it's own chapter in history textbooks...

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⋆. 𐙚 ˚ I don't even know how to start this off...

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ that week she had a slight technical difficulty, which was one of the reasons she was so anxious even during enha's performance. when they came back for week 2 soundcheck she got the news that her set was being moved to another stage

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ the sahara tent was perfect for her, she loved it. not small, but not too big. and now? getting out of the van with her manager: "we got confirmation that you're being moved to main stage earlier today."

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ EXCUSE ME?? SHE WAS BEING MOVED WHERE??

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ she wasn't happy at all to say the least but we'll get a closer look at that later. right now we're here for her performance :) (she was ready to take the first flight but to seoul I kid you not)

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ so there she was backstage, mumbling to herself as her stylists fixed the mic pack on her shorts. It was just her—the members were already in the crowd with the others

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ let's just take a closer look at who the others are exactly:

the txt members (supportive besties since day 1 of course. they wouldn't miss this for the world) chaerin—jake's girlfriend, yunjin, and chanelle (even more supportive besties) her cousins chanmi and yejun hyunmin and nari obviously her parents (YUP!) oh and hoseok and jungkook... NO NOT "OH"! HE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE TRAINIGN BUT HE MADE A REQUEST JUST TO LEAVE FOR A FEW DAYS TO SEE HER! (our favourite accidental brother figure <3)

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ she was even MORE nervous knowing that they were there for her because what if she messed up?? ON MAIN STAGE!

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ heran literally could not stop pacing up and down the dressing room, she was going insane—fidgeting, biting her lip, trying her best not to touch her hair. she couldn't even look at herself in the mirror

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ It was 30 minutes before she had to go on but she was ready, so her stylists and the staff gave her some privacy in hopes that she'd be able to calm herself down

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ she was literally just staring at the wall for what felt like forever, unable to move until she heard the door open. she thought it was a staff member calling her out but it was just jungwon

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ he came to check up on her because he knew how nervous she would be, and he couldn't just stand there with everyone and hope for the best

"how's my superstar feeling?" he asked with a smile, shutting the door behind him—it didn't even take him a second to malfunction because of how good she looked. heran put her head in her hands, "your superstar feels super fucking nauseous." "she also looks super fucking gorgeous." she groaned, not even bothering to look up. “stop trying to make me blush, I’m trying to spiral in peace.” jungwon let out a soft laugh, stepping closer to where she sat perched on the edge of the vanity stool. he crouched down in front of her, hands gently wrapping around her wrists to pull her hands away from her face. “hey,” he said, voice low and steady, “you're going to do amazing heran.” heran blinked down at him, lip wobbling slightly because he always knew exactly what to say. “they moved me to main stage, won. I was already losing it over sahara. now I have fireworks. and my parents. and jungkook?! he's literally supposed to serving the country right now!”

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ a LOT more went down after that before she was called for standby, but let's just say that she felt A LOT better ehehhehe

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ so there she was, under the stage on the platform that was going to raise in a minute. god she felt like katniss everdeen right before the games started

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ she was dressed to perfection, her in-ear monitor counting down as she heard the drowned out screams from the crowd. and then the intro started

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ the fans in the crowd were obviously screaming the loudest—supernova, song of the year was literally playing! her dancers were already onstage, the lights dim, flickering from white to black until the infamous supernova rung through the speakers, the audio cutting into something smoother, heran's platform lifting

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ she had to breathe. she had to calm down down. SHE WAS ON MAIN STAGE!

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ but then, just as the audio played "I'm some kind of supernova—watch out" lo and behold—lee heran in the center of the main stage at coachella with over 30 000 people surrounding her

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ this was 3/4 of the tokyo dome crowd!

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ but the second the camera focused on her, her mic clutched in her hand—shit was about to go down. this was some alter ego take-over and you could literally see it in her eyes

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ the remix for the song was a bit slower than the original for the dance breaks but it just added to the vibe. she was hitting those beats in heels and or what??

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ the way that the fans were screaming "sageon-eun dagawa, ah-oh, ayy! geosege keojyeoga, ah-oh, ayy!" needed to be STUDIED! THAT SHIT WAS INSANE EVEN THE LOCALS CAUGHT A VIBE

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ the outro dance break was BEAUTIFUL! THE MINUTE PEOPLE HEARD "whip whip whip whip whip whiplash" THEY WERE READY FOR A SHOW! BECAUSE FANS KNEW HOW MUCH HERAN LOVED THE SONG AND PERFORMED IT LIKE WDEWDEBDEW

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ miss girl was strutting, taking off her jacket like a SEXY MF as she got into position, and that's all it took. she looked so fucking good please oh lord give us the strength

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ you thought that the intro for future perfect was crazy? how about

"COACHELLA! ONE LOOK GIVE EM WHAT?!"

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ HELL FUCKING YEAH!!!!

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ the whole point of her set was confidence and just straight up feeling herself SO NATURALLY SHE HAD TO BE A LITTLE NARCISSTIC!

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ the dancers? the lighting? the screams? her?? IT WAS ALL TOO MUCH! FIRST CHORUS JUST HIT AND PEOPLE WERE FAINTING

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ NOW COME ON YOU KNOW SHE HIT THAT "fancy igeon cham hwalyeohae It's glowing and it's flashy" WITH HER LITTLE OVER SHOULDER TURN AND THAT SMUG AS SMILE AS INSANE FUCKING FACECARD!

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ chaerin actually nearly fainted guys please she was jumping on top of jake like a crazy person

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ jake was holding onto her waist like “babe you’re gonna crush my ribs” but chaerin was screaming, “SHE’S SO HOT! SHE’S SO HOT I CAN’T DO THIS!!” while yunjin was recording the whole thing, literally crying from laughter. chanelle was obviously on the floor, you can always find her there when heran does anything tbh

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ back on stage. was having so much fun, like fully in her element and it was so rewarding to watch because?? that's who she was! a performer!

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ her vocals were so crisp! please jungkook was hitting that shit like "I USED TO RUN ON THE TREADMILL WITH HER!" boy bye!

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ last verse? high note? dance break? halter top holding on for dear life? dancers coming together? heran fixing her hair and walking behind them? IT WAS TIME FOR THE BEAUTY SHOT!

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ she literally went viral for it back home so of course it's gonna do numbers here.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ It was the most beautiful sequence ever. the dancers ducked down and she popped up, running a hand through her hair with that last "one look give em whiplash" and a smirk RAHHHHH END MEEEEE

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ SHE HAS FINE ASS BITCH WRITTEN ALL OVER HER AND THE CROWD WAS EATING IT UP! NO ONE WAS SAFE. BOYS, GIRLS, EVERYONE WAS LOSING THEIR MINDS

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ and to end the song off she did the same thing she did for the mama awards the year before. It was runway time! the camera crew practiced it with her for hours, on stage sweating bullets as they were literally in front of her! SHE WAS STRUTTING THROUGH HER DANCERS LIKE THE QUEEN THAT SHE IS

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ YOU WANNA TALK ABOUT PRESENCE?? THE WAY SHE FLIPPED HER HAIR, TURNED TO CAMERA THREE AND GAVE THEM THAT LOOK—SHE KNEW EXACTLY WHERE HER ANGLE WAS. SHE KNEW EXACTLY WHO SHE WAS. LEE HERAN: STAR OF THE FUCKING SHOW

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ and THE WAY THE LIGHTS WERE FOLLOWING HER MOVEMENT??? like they were in love. like the spotlight itself couldn’t bear to be without her. each step was so calculated, so confident, and when she hit the final mark at the end of the runway—

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ POSE. chin up, mic resting against her hip, that one perfect strand of hair falling across her face. crowd behind her going absolutely feral. she looked like a final boss, a fashion magazine cover, the moment and the movement

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ and right on cue—the camera zoomed out in that SLOW, CINEMATIC PULLBACK with the fireworks going off behind her. the final chorus echoed through the speakers, and she stood there, center stage, bathed in gold. not moving. just owning it

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ I fear she quite literally gave everyone whiplash.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ that right there was her introduction. two songs in and he had the crowd shazaming them both

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ the music was off now, just a very smiley heran trying not to blush over the amount of people screaming her name. a completely different person to whoever just cat walked main stage into a dance break

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ so after that little introduction she got her water bottle and finally got to properly introduce herself:

“hi.” that was literally all she managed to get out between breathless giggles, the crowd still screaming like she hadn’t just set the whole stage on fire. her heart was pounding so hard it felt like part of the beat. behind her, her dancers regrouped, just as out of breath and giddy as she was. “uh, I wanted to introduce myself as the blonde girl with the lipstick but—” she tried, only to be cut off by even louder screaming. she paused, cracking up as she fanned herself dramatically. “okay, there you go. glad to know I’m known.” she grinned. “my name’s heran, by the way—but you can call me hailey. I was raised right here in LA actuallly, I’m from glendale.” the crowd exploded, louder than before, and heran’s eyes widened like she couldn’t believe it. she tilted her head, smile tugging wider as she looked around the sea of lights and faces. “ya’ll just scream for anything, huh?” she teased, still laughing. “you know… i’m not even supposed to be here right now—like, on this stage,” she said, pacing a little as the cheers settled into excited hums. “I was originally scheduled for the sahara tent, which was already insane to me, but then on monday—literally monday—my manager comes to me like, ‘they moved you to main stage.’” she paused, wide-eyed. “and I kid you not… I nearly started fucking crying—” her hand immediately shot up to her mouth. “—oh my god, I probably shouldn’t be cussing. bro, my parents are here.” the crowd erupted in laughter, some even pointing and cheering towards the VIP section where fans spotted her parents standing with others, proudly recording every second. heran just gave the most sheepish smile, waving at them with both hands. “yeah… I’ve got a lot of very important people here tonight besides my members,” she said a bit softer, but her voice still playful, her eyes sweeping across the crowd. as soon as she said members, the crowd went feral. unhinged. there were even a few chaotic chants starting in the pit. heran scrunched her nose and tilted her head. “mhm. yeah. you guys like them, huh?” she raised a brow. “freaky.” the crowd lost it again, and heran just giggled into her mic, shaking her head in disbelief. “this is literally so unserious. no but really—I’m super grateful. I worked really hard for this set and… I dunno, I just hope you guys can feel how much I love this.” heran took one last sip from her water bottle and twisted the cap back on, eyes scanning the electric sea of people under the desert sky. “alright,” she said, voice breathy from all the excitement, “so this next one is my icy little favourite.” she turned over her shoulder, already gliding toward center stage in those tall heels like it was nothing. but before the lights could fade into the cool-toned blues, she looked back at the crowd, hand on her mic, eyes gleaming with mischief. “also… I heard that jeon jungkook guy from bts is somewhere out here tonight,” she said in the most casual, off-hand tone imaginable. the crowd absolutely ERUPTED. heran’s laugh cracked through the chaos as she held her hand up, playful and teasing. “so feel free to swarm him. ask for like, a million pictures. tell him I sent you. he’ll love that.”

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ absolutely legendary. and all she did was talk bruh 😭😭 please jungkook's face was the epitome of "It was funny, until it wasn't" bro had to message his bodyguards just in case LMFAOOOOO

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ but so far our girl was doing amazing, she's performed on bigger stages but obviously this held more weight 😭😭

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ but next song? Igloo? ya'll already know that the kpopies were getting ready to shake some ass

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ she was having so much fun interacting with her dancers! she was keeping the energy up so well, and you could see that everyone on stage was having fun (which is always her main goal)

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ for the second verse she held up the mic towards the crowd. THERE WERE LITERAL SCREAMS TO: "VITAMIN! THAT D! I'M GOOD, I'M HEALTHY!"

💬 : the way god intended this line to be delivered 🙏🏼

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ her proud smile afterwards?? yuhhhh walking around as she got into formation, taking the pair of prada sunglasses from the dancer next to her, giving it a little wipe and putting it on before EATING the chorus!

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ THAT INTO UP?? END MY LIFE! SPICE IT UP! UP! UP!

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ count on heran to be doing crazy ass hiphop choreo in heels istg. and the band arrangement? ugh they were doing so damn good, jay was geeking out

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ when the platform started rising and the lights were tweaking around her? NYEAH! this was some show me the money shit bruh idk, by the power of min yoongi I guess she was a rapper now

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ she was out here performing mine like it was cypher 3 💀 heavy metal track and bro was serving vocals with that damn mic stand, feeling it up like it was her lifeline

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ THERE WAS A SHOT OF JUST HER HANDS ON THE LED SCREEN AT SOME POINT HELP!! THE TWEETS WERE CRAZY! rings sparkling under the blue lighting—and twitter became a war zone

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ then the stage faded to black, and on the giant led screens, an abstract montage began to play—cool tones melting into fiery reds, flashes of glittering lips, hands gazing fogged-up mirrors, heels hitting pavement

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ while this was all going on, heran was running backstage getting her outfit changed, her stylists throwing clothes at her as she hopped out of her skin tight clothes into even MORE skin tight clothing

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ In the vip section her members were watching with full hearts, trying to ignore the creams of heran's friends that were losing their shit in a way only girl's could

"I wonder what she's wearing," chanelle said, completely dazed. chaerin didn't even blink. "hopefully nothing." "real talk," yunjin muttered from behind her phone, not looking up but clearly agreeing. the boys were horrified! ni-ki literally took a step back, shooting jake a look that screamed "put your girlfriend on a leash", because this only one of the many profound comments that chaerin had made about heran so far. “can you please control her?” sunghoon hissed, leaning closer to jake but cutting a pointed glance at chaerin like she wasn’t right there, still fanning herself like she was going to pass out from the sheer force of her delusions. “I’m in love, sunghoon,” chaerin said plainly, clasping her hands together. “what do you want me to do? fight god?” sunghoon looked at her, then at jake again, who just gave a half-shrug like you heard her. ni-ki was still standing a full foot away from everyone, arms crossed like he was protecting his own soul. “I’m not sitting next to these people during sports car. no way. she’s gonna wink at the camera and one of them’s gonna combust.” “combust is crazy,” sunoo muttered under his breath, but he didn’t disagree. and jungwon? he hadn’t said a word in the past few minutes. his mouth opened once, like he was gonna say something—maybe a compliment, maybe a prayer—but then the screen flashed and the screams returned, the roar of the crowd was unimaginable. then heran's voice run out, "has anyone seen my bra?" the lights flashed purple under the night sky, everyone's screaming not topping the way that chanelle, chaerin, and yunjin were jumping on each other.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ everything was purple, and then the first few synth beats of a song that EVERYONE recognised started playing

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ then in all her glory came heran, walking slowly from behind stage as the instrumental played out

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ It's okay, I'm okay. SAID LITERALLY NO ONE EVER WHEN THIS CHICK WALKED OUT WITH HER DANCERS! BARELY WEARING ANY CLOTHING!

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ cue chanelle screaming: "SHE'S WEARING THE BRA!!"

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ her family was absolutely scandalised. her mother literally asked nari why she was barely wearing any clothes HELPPPPP 😭😭😭

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ jungkook just sighed, shaking his head. "I remember when she was 16."

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ yeonjun looked at him with his eyes narrowed. "well I remember she was 13. yeah, get back in line grandpa."

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ considering that she was singing a song about not caring about her boyfriend breaking up with her, with her entire chest, jungwon didn't really mind. but of course, heeseung had to say something

"now you see if that was me personally—"

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ BOY STFU 😭😭

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ ughhhh she was dancing like rent was due, her tongue sticking out with that little stank face 🤧 you already know she was locked in

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ then for the last verse it was more catwalk time!! thankfully everyone was singing along, girlfriends screaming the lyrics beside their boyfriends who were genuinely terrified of leaving that evening as a single man

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ the dancers lined up perfectly, the spotlights hitting her at an angle that was inhumanely possible, her hair blowing in the wind like she was in some britney spears music video

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ "I DON'T WANT HIM ANYMORE GIRL TAKE HIM!" WE ALL SCREAM IN UNISON

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ choreography! hairography! floorograpy! SHE WAS DOING IT ALL IN A SHORT ASS PAIR OF LEATHER SHORTS, A WHITE TANK AND A PURPLE LACE BRA!!!!

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ the last line faded with the lights, heran's figure momentarily disappearing but her voice was still very much present. raspy, at least an octave deeper.

"COACHELLA ARE YOU STILL WITH ME?!"

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ by now the crowd had somehow managed to grow in size—like fans were multiplying by the second—and when the sound of a car revving blasted through the speakers? people lost their minds.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ the camera focused on main stage, a single platform raised as her voice run out in a whispery "I think you know what this is" as four dancers made their way uptop

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ the camera cut to the main stage. one lone platform rising slowly, smoke swirling at its base. her voice filtered through the speakers in a breathy “I think you know what this is…”

and the four dancers stepping up onto the platform? yeah. everyone KNEW.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ she hadn’t even started singing and already the crowd was SCREAMING “you can uh-uh in it—” like it was the damn national anthem

BYEEEEEEE. FREAKYYYYY

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ then the screen behind her lit up: a glowing red “YEAH YOU KNOW WHAT THIS IS.”

HELL. YEAH. WE. DO. SPORTS CAR.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ pretty sure someone yelled “LET ME HAVE YOUR BABIES”—and against all odds, it wasn’t chaerin this time.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ then she brought out the chair, oh god the chair. like it's part of the choreography but who added the grinding part?? she hadn’t even made it to verse two and already half the crowd needed holy water

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ she wasn't even at the second verse yet and jungwon was sweating literal bullets. someone was gonna need to put him on a leash soon 🙏🏼

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ the crowd was so loud she could barely hear herself sing—so, naturally, she handed it over to them again.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ “you can do it on your own—WHAT!”

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ and then 30,000 voices shrieked back: “WHILE YOU’RE LOOKIN’ AT ME!” It was a religious experience.

yunjin, arms crossed, turned to look at jungwon—eyes wide, mouth parted, stunned. “be honest. is this biblically accurate?” jungwon blinked like he’d been hit with a brick. “huh?” she narrowed her eyes. “she’s singing about getting railed in a car, jungwon. this is a safe space.” he flushed so red, hands flailing. “no! she likes F1! you know she likes F1—this has nothing to do with me!” chanelle leaned over from behind, raising an eyebrow. “not even, like… corner of the bed?” jungwon froze. and just like that, the girls screamed. chaerin was collapsed in her seat. “he folded. HE FOLDED SO FAST.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ meanwhile, on stage, heran was fighting for her life, trying to block out the mental image of her mom watching that chair routine with wide eyes and a clenched jaw

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ but she powered through—like the professional she was—and ended the song with a bang, hips swinging, hair stuck to her neck, and a final smug smirk that sent the crowd into a tailspin.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ lights dimmed. the music faded. and finally—finally—it was time for a water break

"okay," she panted, flipping her hair over one shoulder, grinning at the sheer chaos in front of her. “who screamed ‘let me have your babies’?” crowd: SILENCE. crowd: SCREAMS AGAIN. "no, because one of you yelled that from the deepest part of your chest, and I need you to know..." she took a long sip of water, "...my dad is in the third row." somewhere, her father was definitely reevaluating everything. "he was sitting there like 🧍‍♂️" she mimicked the stiffest posture imaginable, which only made the audience scream louder. "and my mom?" she continued, tossing the bottle aside, hands on hips, voice still breathless. "I looked down during the bridge and she was praying. like, lips moving, spiritually interceding for me." the crowd was HOWLING. heran took a deep breath, water bottle in one hand, towel in the other, sweat still clinging to her temples. but the moment she brought the mic back to her lips, that teasing glint returned to her eyes. “Is anyone here with a boyfriend tonight?” she asked. instant screams. duh. “a girlfriend?” she tilted her head. even louder screams. of course. “hmm… interesting,” she mused, pacing the stage like she was gathering intel. “okay so, I brought them up earlier but I just remembered something. last week, when my group performed, my socials got flooded with people who weren’t even fans asking about the boys.” she started giggling, shaking her head. “like, oh! ‘who’s the one with the red hair—’” the screams nearly blew the roof off. heran blinked, lips parting in mock horror. “oh damn, you’re really feeding his ego right now. y’all need to calm down!" the crowd laughed, but she wasn’t done. “okay, can we be honest with each other for a sec?” she smiled sweetly. “can you guys tell me which one was your favourite? like, which member did you see and you thought, ‘yeah… I’d sign that NDA.’” chaos. a war zone of names being screamed from every section of the arena. “who?” she asked, walking toward the edge of the stage, hand to her ear. someone yelled, “the one with the blonde hair!” and that was it. heran froze. turned slowly toward the audience, eyes wide like she couldn’t believe her ears. the music began playing, the introduction smooth as she finished off with a meek smile. "sorry, that one's mine."

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ AND THAT EVERYONE, WAS THE INTRODUCTION TO MISS POSSESSIVE AND THE HARDEST LAUNCH IN HISTORY

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ SYDNEY SWEENY'S VOICE SAYING "get your hands off my man" AND THE PANDAMONIUM THAT WAS HAPPENING AROUND JUNGWON AND ENGENES

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ no camera pans. no mercy. the show was still going. heran was in full popstar mode on stage, commanding every inch of the spotlight like she didn’t just drop a lyrical bomb and start dancing unfazed

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ but in the vip section? behind those blinding lights and bass drops? jungwon. was. spiralling.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ he was dead center in the row, fists clenched between his knees, visibly malfunctioning. like... man was buffering. couldn’t process a thing

"yo, is he okay?" heeseung whispered, leaning forward to look at him like he was observing a wildfire documentary. "he's overheating," jay said seriously, waving his hand in front of jungwon's face. "look at his ears. they're glowing." he was surrounded by his members and the inevitable screaming and crashing out of the girls in front of him.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ best comment of the evening was by far from yunjin: "dude can't wait until they're back at the hotel, jesus look at him."

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ jay was like, "I mean if my girlfriend openly claimed me in front of 40 00 people I'd probably try to get her home as soon as possible too."

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ sunoo shot him a look. "why don't you tell her that?"

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ jay was like??? "because she's at home studying??"

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ let's give you a quick run down of the current relationship status amongst the members. you know those comments that are like "no way the members are single" FACTUAL INFORMATION

heran and jungwon—been together since the dawn of time. private for ages because of the hate naturally, but after this that man is claimed. publicly, internationally. and jungwon is ready to fight people because he's been waiting to go public! but the stupid company wouldn't let them! jake and chaerin (lesserafim)—started off as a pr thing, but now? "If she's not yelling at me, does she even care?" jay and haewon (just finished her chemical engineering degree at snu. we love women in stem)—the couple their friends forget are dating because they act like a married ceo and his emotionally elusive poet girlfriend. but if you pay attention? they never stop looking at each other (heran's parents in another life wbk) heeseung and jihye—these two have the emotional tension of an episode of vampire diaries. everyone knows, but it's got to be the craziest situationship known to mankind rn. and neither of them are ready to say anything (she's a streamer and they met through a very heated league game that heeseung lost bwahaha) sunghoon and sua—elegant. timeless. hot people who do hot things in silence. literally no mess, just vibes. no seriously, she's a model... sunoo and ari—aesthetically terrifying, emotionally synced. always facetiming in the dressing room. she calls him "cutie", he calls her "sweetheart". we cry. ni-ki isn't in a relationship BUT there has been something simmering with an old friend of his that he lost contact with when he was younger. her name is hikari and she's just the sweetest little angel ever!

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ now for our main event! the moment we've all been waiting for! the solo debut that shook the kpop industry to it's core on some random day in 2023!

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ NOTHING in this world could match the feeling of hearing the instrumental for drama for the first time

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ people thought that it was going to flop—that a song as hard as this for a hybe artist would barely hit the charts... of course they were wrong

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ the camerawork for this stage?? 100000/10!! the camera crew understood the assignment, studied it, wrote their thesis on it, and EXECUTED!

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ heran’s vocals??? listen. this was HER song, and she made sure to show off every damn time.

especially with the live band??? THEY ATE, THEY LEFT NO CRUMBS, THEY CLEARED THE TABLE. HER VOCALS ON THE BRIDGE??? INJECT IT INTO MY VEINSSSSSS!!

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ ROCKSTAR GIRLFRIEND HERAN! ROCKSTAR GIRKFRIEND HERAN! AHHHHHHHH! JSHDIEWDEBEJEJ

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ SHREDDING ON THAT GUITAR FOR HER SOLO!!! ON HAT DANM RAISED PLATFORM, LIGHTS TWEAKING OUT, HER SKIN GLOWING AND BORDERLINE DRIPPING IN SWEAT

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ in the vip section?? absolute pandemonium (for the nth time that evening) sunoo was screaming so loud I fear the security was concerned 💀

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ the fact that everyone was expecting the guitar solo just to be played for drama, and this girl had the AUDACITY to play it for spicy as well!!!

💬 : who tf is heran and why do I suddenly want to give her my house deed?? 💬 : idk anything about enhypen but whoever got claimed by heran, congratulations! someone filmed jungwon in the vip section watching her like she hung the moon and the stars 😭😭 the quote retweets on that video?? 💬 : never felt more single in my life. 💬 : that's the look of a man who knows he is NOT winning that argument later 💬 : he's literally so cooked omf 😭 engenes were howlingggg, posting videos like: 🎥 : watching her play guitar in real time was like... a religious experience, like I blacked out and he I woke up she was finishing spicy 🎥 : first I see jungwon clenching the rail for dear life. then I see heran shredding that solo. now what? someone else posted a 4K fancam of heran sweating, glowing, absolutely RIPPPING through her guitar solo with the caption: 🎥 : this woman could commit tax fraud I would simply nod and the engenes that have BEEN here?? 💬 : ya'll are late but welcome. pls grab a drink and sign the waiver 💬 : being a heran stan is a full-time job, no pto, emotional damages included

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ OUTFIT CHANGE BECAUSE IT'S A PARTY TIME!!!

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ she came out accidentally looking like sabrina carpenter and for what??

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ her entire performance, from the aesthetic to her outfits was giving stargirl in the coolest way possible. she was literally wearing body glitter guys!!

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ her family was glad to see that she was wearing a bit more clothing too!! 😀

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ the last 4 songs of the setlist unfortunately 😭 so she made sure to have EXTRA fun on stage with her dancers and with the crowd, she was so smiley the entire time hehe

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ my satisfaction? heya? straight vocals, from the depth of her soul, shining, shimmering perfection

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ definitely one of the prettiest looks of the evening. she was gorgeous

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ but then it got quiet, and it was just her on the big screen, no instrumental, just her voice, raw and breathless as she sang the first line of hold on tight: "baby, you and me, are a twisted fantasy..."

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ PARTY PARTY YEAH!!!

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ she performed the remix!! a minute of pure coachella chaos drowned in glitter, strobe lights, blasted bass and a mess of jumping and running on stage! THE CROWD WAS TURNING UP!

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ right before the beat dropped, she got together with her dancers huddling around her, holding her mic and straight up just yelled: "COACHELLA, LET ME SEE YOU TURN THE FUCK UP!"

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ people were screaming, throwing hands in the air, climbing on each other's shoulders, full on glitter explosions. lights tweaking out in every direction.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ tiktok edits instantly

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ the stage was a literal fever dream after the party party yeah chaos, she just stood there laughing as she was still riding the high with the crowd

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ last song of the evening!

"coachella, you just gave me the best night of my life."

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ the crowd SCREAMED, and she laughed, wide and free, as the piano intro of after like started—freakishly similar to I will survive—so the locals were extra confused for a second before realising what was happening

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ then—

the lights bathed her in this golden glow as she dropped into the smooth, gliding dance intro, her smile so infectious it spread across the entire desert

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ It felt like new year's eve.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ YOU AND I!! IT'S MORE THAN LIKE!! WHAT'S AFTER LIKE???

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ SHININING SHIMMERING PERFECTION! HER NAME IS LEE HERAN!

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ for this part she got one of the cameras on stage to follow her, dancing around with her on stage as her back faced the ENORMOUS CROWD!

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ last chorus, she hit that after like remix and the FIREWORKS WENT OFF LIKE IN THE MOST CINEMATIC SCENE IN COACHELLA HISORY!

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ jumping around with pure joy, grabbing her dancers close, she had the crowd scream for them, clapping and bowing with them as a team, and then they screamed even louder for her 😭

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ she hit her final pose, arms at her sides, smiling and out of breath, her skin glowing like the damn moon itself!

"coachella! you have been a dream! I love you!"

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ and with that, she blew a kiss to the crowd, bowed so deep it made her parents tear up, and skipped off her stage with her dancers trailing behind her like a glittery comet trail

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ please, the crowd was still chanting her name after she left! guys she was literally on the verge of tears!!

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ backstage? chaos. screaming. heran barely made it two steps off stage before she was TACKLED by her chanelle, yunjin, and chaerin at the same time

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ her members followed after, pulling her into another group hug before her family got to talk to her, literal tears in their eyes 😭😭

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ you'd think that as her boyfriend jungwon would get a moment to properly hug her but whenever someone was done talking to her, another one came! bruh beomgyu pushed him out of the way so damn hard 😭😭

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ when the txt members were done? jungkook tackled her into the mfing ground 💀💀 he's buff now... please she was struggling to breathe 🙏🏼

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ THEN! when everyone eventually left because someone else was performing, that's when heran and jungwon got s few minutes to ACTUALLY talk

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ trust, if she had any more energy left she would have jumped on him but heran was depleted 😭😭 but she pulled him into the biggest hug! her excitement still slightly buzzing as he peppered her face in kisses! UGH TOO DAMN CUTE!!!

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ and yes, there were photos. blurry, beautiful photos of that simple moment. her arms draped over his shoulders, jungwon's grip tight around her waist as she got her last bit of adrenaline off her chest

💬 : just saw some blurry fancam of heran when she got offtstage. she couldn't even get a second to breathe 😭😭 she's literally the people's princess 💬 : jungwon just hesitantly standing on the side waiting for his turn awww 💬 : every single idol and their mom lining up to hug her is so deserved

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ the hashtags?

#HERANCHELLA #COACHELLASTARGIRL #JUNGWONYOUARESTRONG #ENHAS_GIRL

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ and somewhere, deep in a corner of twitter, a picture of heran smiling in jungwon's arms under the caption:

oh, seoul isn't ready for her when they get back home

was making rounds.

taglist: @angie-x3@deluluscenarios @chaeryyeongz @akitoshi39i@sparklydoll444 @yunjiiin @kaitieskidmore97 @yb763@reibelhearts @enhaverse713586

[7ndipity]

Valentines Day

Ot7 x Reader

Summary: How they would celebrate Valentine's Day with their S/o.

Warnings: suggestive, 

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day everyone! I thought I’d write something cute for Ot7 to celebrate. Whether you have plans today or not, know that you deserve all the candy and flowers in the world!

Masterlist

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Jin: Oh this sappy boy, I love him soo much. He’s planning a classic romantic candle lit dinner at home, cooked by none other than himself, with those cute little heart shaped chocolates like he bought on Run!Seokjin for dessert. He has red roses waiting for you, as well as a tiny little box with something like a beautiful heart shaped necklace or pair of earrings inside(he’s very intentional about not giving you any rings as gifts until he proposes). It’s all very cozy and classically romantic, just like him.

Yoongi: He would plan a very intimate night together, starting with a quiet dinner together, either at home or one of your favorite restaurants, bringing you a lovely bouquet of mixed flowers(and chocolates). After dinner, he’d take you on a late night drive out of the city so that you can see the stars, listening to the special playlist he made and talking until a song starts that you don’t recognize, realizing as it plays that it’s about the two of you. He’d spent the past month writing and recording it secretly just for you.

Hobi: Omg he would be soo fucking cute and extra! He would start the day by sending a soo many flowers(and balloons, unless you hate those) to your place, and then taking you out for brunch and shopping. The two of you would finish off the day with dinner at one of your favorite places, and then desert back at his place while y’all wear matching pajamas(bc he loves matchy things). I see him surprising you with something like a special charm bracelet with charms that are all references to your relationship.

Namjoon: I see him planning something very chill and Joon-ish for the two of you. He would book a private museum date, followed by dinner at a fancy restaurant, and then the two of you would go for a walk along the Han river, talking about everything and anything over ice cream. You’d end up back at his place, talking(and other things) for half the night until you fall asleep. When he wakes up at like 3am, he suddenly remembers your gift, gently waking you up to give you a tiny velvet box with a ring inside🥹

Jimin: I see him planning a very cute, cozy night in for the two of you. He’d set up a lil picnic and blanket fort in his living room, complete with flowers and your favorite snacks and candies, one of you favorite movies ready and waiting on the tv or on a projector, so that the two of you can cuddle together while watching(though truthfully, he has no intention of y’all seeing much of the movie, hehe😏). He’d surprise part-way through the evening with a super sentimental gift like a necklace with both your birth flowers as the pendant.

Taehyung: This man was made for valentines day. He’s bringing you a sweet bouquet of roses when he picks you up, taking you to a romantic dinner at one of the nicest places in town. Brings you back to his place where he has candles and rose petals set up, playing a playlist he spent waay too long crafting so you can dance together, things eventually turning more intimate and steamy, taking his time with you because he wants it to be romantic. At some point in the evening, he slips a gorgeous bracelet onto your wrist that probably has both your initials engraved on it.

Jungkook: I see him picking something really laid back and fun for the two of you, requesting you arrive in pajamas, as he’s constructed a massive pillowfort in his living room for the two of you so you can watch videos, play games, and sing karaoke together, though it will inevitably dissolve into the two of you just making out half the night. He’ll likely get too excited/impatient to give you your gift, randomly shoving it into your hands, nervously bouncing in his seat as you open the matching couple rings he designed special for the two of you.

Taglist: @sopebubbles-replies @btsw1fe @this-must-be-my-tardis @whitefoxgirl @bethanysnow @coffeedepressionsoup @feminympho @classicalelephant @dfqcsqueen @mother2monsters @comingupwithacoolnameishard @bo0ghol @seleneacyoflove @k4ngelz @universal-travel-er

[aajjks]

Destiny (m)

synopsis. You can’t say no to him, it’s his birthday after all.

warnings. söft yändērē, sïmp bëhävïöür, öbsëssîvë thoughts, öbsëssïön, hê ïs sö përsüäsïvë, ünhëälthy rëlätïönshïp, yändêrê jk 10x.

note. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE MAN I LOVE. please send asks for my jk’s, what do you love the most about jk? I love him, I hope you guys will love this as well, so what’s your answer going to be?

He just loves you so much.

Jungkook knows it’s unhealthy but he doesn’t care. You are everything to him, you’re his reason for everything, you’re the centre of his universe.

He wants to be with you forever, you’re both perfect for each other, God made you for him, and him for you.

Jungkook is a firm believer in destiny and he believes that you’re his destiny.

So that’s why he’s going to make you his tonight, forever.

You are nervous,

When it comes to your boyfriend you’re always tense.

You want to be happy, excited for your date tonight with him but all you feel is nervous, maybe it’s because you’re not sure about how he’s going to react to what you’re about to tell him.

Jungkook was always unpredictable.

As you sit right across him, you feel his eyes on you, you can’t really look at him without looking away, or playing with your nails. Your anxiety is rising through the roof.

Maybe you shouldn’t today, it’s his birthday after all, but it’s really now or never. Your courage is barely enough today, you’ll chicken out the next day.

“Baby? You okay?”

The feeling of his right tattooed hand on yours and his voice pulls you out of your inner dilemma, you blink twice, he looks so happy and beautiful. His eyes are filled with love for you, he looks at you like you’re his whole world.

And that scares you a little.

You nod to jungkook and he squeezes your hand again. “Just thinking about you, kook.” You reply, the night is so calm, the atmosphere is so peaceful yet Jungkook’s eyes don’t let you calm down.

“The food was so delicious right YN???? Also I ordered their top desert too, I hope you’ll enjoy it! I know we have my birthday cake too but I thought you should taste their special too, it’s so tasty I love it.”

“I am so happy I am spending my birthday with you YN.” The man gushes like a teen boy, never leaving your hand, “you know I love you a lot, so much.” He sighs like this is a dream he never wants to wake up from.

“You love me too right?”

Your breath hitches in your throat, why does he always ask you this question? His need to be reassured drives you insane sometimes, he knows the answer yet why?

“Of course.”

A huge smiles breaks out from his lips, his eyes crinkle so sweetly, his cheeks are almost red, your boyfriend blushes softly and giggles.

“Then, you’re going to love my surprise YN.”

Your furrow your brows.

“Actually Jungkook I need to tell- no YN. Not now please.” You close your mouth, anxiety rushes through you as you watch him stand up from the table, what is he doing?

You don’t get it, it’s his birthday yet he’s giving you a surprise? 

Your eyes follow his as you watch him walk closer to you and you are too focused on him to utter a word, he looks at you and halts his movement, looking at you with his deep brown orbs.

“B-Babe what are you doing??”

It’s all too quick, he’s on one knee, as he puts his hand into his pocket, and takes out a velvet black box. Your heartbeat is going crazy.

No no no!!!

“JUNGKOOK!- YN. Will you make me the luckiest man alive, will you marry me?”

You can’t breathe, it feels so suffocating suddenly, his words hit you like a brick, ringing repeatedly in your ears. You want to cry.

You didn’t want this, not right now.

You stare at him dumbfounded, your mouth feels too dry to say anything, Jungkook stares back at you with eagerness jumping in his eyes, they are sparkling so much.

You watch as he openes the box, the ring takes your attention away from him, it’s gorgeous, it’s too big.

It looks too expensive.

“YN do you see the ring? I had it custom made, do you see these stones? These are yours and mine birth stones, and the diamond is in the middle of them. Do you like it?”

You stand up, speechless, “J-Jungkook….” He doesn’t move from his position, “please say yes YN. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I love you so much, please fulfill my birthday wish and marry me.”

You feel so helpless right now, he’s making you feel so weak, the look in his eyes is too strong. He loves you so much.

“I’ll make you the happiest woman YN, I’ll always take care of you and love you unconditionally, please baby, marry me.”

Jungkook is quick to grab your hand. “Baby say something, you know you can’t say no, I won’t accept it, say yes, say yes to me.”

this is exactly why you don’t want to marry him.

“I…I…”

“Just one yes YN, I’ll do anything… please marry me.”

[lauraperfectinsanity]

BANGTAN THROUGH THE YEARS 💜

2013 - 2014 - 2015 - 2016 - 2017 - 2018 - 2019 - 2020 - 2021 - 2022

[dreamescapeswriting]

Bound By Rivalry ~ JJK

⤜WORD COUNT:2.9K

⤜GENRE: established relationships, University AU, NON IDOL, jungkook being a soft baby boy and protecting the reader

⤜PAIRING: Jungkook x Fem!Reader

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - April 2024

⤜MASTERLIST

TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS OF READING BEING SLAPPED, BLOOD (Slapped by a professor not by Jungkook)

It was one of the last days before autumn break and this was the last place that Jungkook wanted to be, it should have been on top of the world with his break coming up but instead, he felt a sense of dread washing over him. He'd gotten into a small, maybe a large, argument with one of the other guys in his economics class and had started a scarp in the courtyard, and ended up punching him which now led him to be inside the principal's office. 

"I understand you want to move classes but I need the teacher's permission, he has to sign the form. Without that, there's no way I can move you." A voice Jungkook knew all too well sounded from the door and he glanced over to see his principal - Dale - staring behind him at whoever was in the office with him.

"But you don't understand I need out of there, he's-" The voice stopped and Jungkook stared over at you, biting down on his tongue as he watched you straighten your back a little. Were you trying to switch classes because of him? 

His eyes drifted over you as he took in your appearance, you looked as though you'd been crying but that didn't stop you from being beautiful, not that Jungkook would ever admit that out loud. He hated that he even admitted it to himself. You were smart, quiet, shy and damn right gorgeous.

He didn't like you.

At least that's what he told himself whenever he had to be around you, which was quite a lot. 

No one ever really spoke to you at the University, you were a scholarship kid, and you also worked in the school office during your free periods and in the cafeteria on your lunch breaks. It was why you didn't have many friends at the Uni, no one wanted to be friends with someone who was serving them lunch or working for the principal.

"I'll be with you in a second," Dale's voice was strong and demanding at Jungkook and he smirked at him, waving his hand. 

"Take your time, I'm sure you have much-pressing matters to attend to." He wiggled his eyebrows at Dale's assistant as he walked into his office, leaving you and Jungkook alone as he stared over at you. 

"Switching classes?" Jungkook asked, he had to admit that his interest was piqued at the thought of you moving classes because of him and he couldn't resist the opportunity to tease you. You glanced up, startled by his sudden intrusion, you hadn't even realised it was him in the office with you. 

"What's that all about, Yn?" He raised an eyebrow at you and you shook your head,

"It's nothing," You mumbled, attempting to brush off his inquiry with a forced smile, you wanted to get out of his vicinity as quickly as humanly possible but Jungkook jumped up and blocked the doorway. 

"Are you trying to escape the brilliance of my intellect?" He teased, a playful glint in your eyes and you scoffed at him,

"Hardly, Your ego is big enough to fill the entire lecture hall," You quipped at him, but your words lacked the usual bite that Jungkook loved so much. 

The two of you had been battling for the number one spot in the university ever since you had started there and you hated him, maybe hate was a strong word but you disliked him a lot. It didn't matter how hard you studied, or how much effort you put into your work he would always beat you, without studying and all while mouthing back to the teachers and it rubbed you the wrong way. 

Jungkook got to walk through the University as though it meant nothing to him and he still got everything he ever needed handed to him on a silver platter.

"Are you struggling with the workload? Not everyone can handle quantum mechanics." He quipped at you, you rolled your eyes a little and tried to swallow your emotions. There was no use telling anyone what was happening in class, not when they'd dismiss you or take the teacher's side so you just shook your head.

"I thought you'd be happy to see me go." You mumbled at him, slowly looking up at him as he frowned at you. As much as he teased you a lot about everything he wouldn't be happy to watch you leave, who would challenge him? Who would make him want to stay on top of everything? Without you he was nothing. 

"Ah, but where's the fun in being a genius if there's no one to challenge me? Besides, I enjoy watching you squirm whenever I'm around you?" You rolled your eyes at him and sighed, wanting nothing more than to go back to your dorm and rest for the rest of the night, but you had to stop by your physics class and ask the professor a question first and Jungkook wasn't helping by taking up your time.

"You don't make me nervous, as much as you think you do Jungkook."

"Never wanted to make you nervous, sunshine." The nickname sent shivers down your back and you tried to push past him, failing and stumbling back a little.

"Mr Jeon, you'll be here every day during your second period," The sudden sound of another voice in the room made you both turn around,

"What?" You both asked in unison, turning to face the assistant - Daisy - as she smiled over at you both, clearly not realising you weren't friends, not even close.

"As punishment for your fighting with another student, Dale thinks it's fitting for you to be punished this way."

"But I work the second Period." You told her as if she didn't know that already. But there was no way you were going to be able to sit with him for an hour a day for god knows how long so he can tease you more. That one free period was your time away from him.

"Good, you can show him what you do and how to answer the phone."

"But-" You were cut off as Jungkook wrapped his arm around your shoulder and you shuddered, trying to ignore the tingling feeling you got up and down your back.

"We're going to get so close, Sunshine," Jungkook chuckled and you shoved past him, wanting nothing more than to get out of there as soon as possible, the form to switch classes closely clutched to your chest.

Your footsteps echoed down the corridor as you made your way to Professor Thompson's office, your heart pounding as you tried to shake off the uneasy feeling that was rising in front of you. You didn't want to face him, you never wanted to face him but you didn't have much of a choice. As you reached the door, you paused, steeling yourself for what lay ahead. With a deep breath, you knocked softly on the door,

"Come in," His voice slurred as you took in a deep breath, slowly pushing the door open and heading inside. Your stomach churned at the sight that greeted you, Professor Thompson was sitting slumped behind his desk, a half-empty bottle of whiskey clutched in one hand, his words slurred and disjointed.

"Ah, Miss Y'n, what brings you here?" He sneered at you, it was no secret he hated you, he'd made it pretty clear from day one of you being in his class senior year that he wanted you to get out but you'd stuck it out. As long as you could but he was bringing your grades down, constantly failing you because you were the only woman in his class. A woman that could keep up which seemed to baffle the old drunk, so he'd fail you.

Every paper you handed in would come back with an "F" slapped on the top, the same paper you'd give to another physics teacher who would give you an "A" based on what she'd been reading. Swallowing hard you trembled giving him the paper,

"I need...I need you to sign this, professor. It's a request to transfer out of your class," You hated that you were running from him but he was a drunk and a misogynist who didn't think any woman could handle his work. 

His lips turned into a cruel smirk, his eyes narrowing with malice,

"Ah, so the little mouse wants to run away, does she?" He slurred, getting up from the chair and walking toward you, but stepped back. He was drunk, it wouldn't take much for you to kick him and run but you needed him to sign it first.

"Please, Professor, I just...I can't do this anymore, you're right...A-A woman can't handle it." You lied, trying to plead with him to sign it but his laughter rang out like a gunshot, harsh and mocking.

"Too weak, too stupid! Is that it?" He spat, his voice laced with venom as he stared down at you,

"I knew letting women into the University was a bad idea, especially those who can't afford it," He mocked, your eyes stung with tears but you refused to let them show in front of him. 

Unbeknownst to either of you Jungkook was watching the whole exchange from the doorway, he'd followed after you to bring you your bag but when he heard the exchange it was like he was frozen on the spot.

"Please, just sign the form." You begged, your voice weak and trembling with desperation.

But before you could react, Professor Thompson's hand shot out like a bolt of lightning, the back of his hand connecting with your cheek with a sickening crack. Pain exploded across your face, hot and searing as you raised your hand to clutch your cheek. You stumbled backwards, your vision swimming as you fought to stay upright, but your hands wrapped around your waist.

"Yn," Jungkook rushed out, his voice filled with a mix of concern and fury, tears blurred your vision as you struggled to make sense of what had just happened, humiliation and fear pressing down on you and suffocating you. 

"Pressor, what you did was utterly despicable. you have no right to treat a student - anyone - like that!" He yelled out at him, turning back to look at you, his heart breaking as he noticed blood running down your cheek. Fury built up inside of him at the sight of you injured, his fists clenching at his side, hitting his teacher would do nothing but it didn't make him want to do it any less. 

"I don't know what you're talking about." Thompson slurred out, his head shaking violently at the young man in front of him,

"Don't play dumb with me, I saw everything." He spat out, his voice was cold and unforgiving, you couldn't tear your eyes away from Jungkook, you'd never seen him so protective over someone before. 

"You should be ashamed of yourself! You're a fucking teacher, you're supposed to teach us and yet you choose to abuse your power!"

"I...I'll have you know, I am well within my rights to discipline my students as I see fit," He slurred yet again, 

"It's no longer the 70s Thompson! You can't hit a student," Jungkook boomed, wanting nothing more than to fight the older man.

"I can do whatever I want,"

"You're sorely mistaken, you think for one second I'm going to let you get away with it?" He laughed at him, walking you out of the office and pulling you into a nearby empty class.

You pulled your hand away and noticed your fingers were streaked with blood, you winced a little feeling a fash in your flesh. Drawing your hand away and noticing blood coating your fingers, bright red and thick. He'd cut you, most likely on the class ring he wore and tears rushed to your eyes again.

"Shit," You hissed out, Jungkook gently took your face in his hands and tilted it to look at him, his fingers were shaking as he stared at you. It was a cut on your cheekbone that looked deep but not deep enough for stitches. 

"I can tidy it up, come on." He whispered, about to link his hand in yours but you pulled it away,

"It's covered in blood," You mumbled, not that it would bother Jungkook. Getting to hold your hand was a blessing and he wasn't going to miss out because of a little blood.

"If you think for one second I'm bothered by a bit of blood you're wrong. You're hurt, Yn." He hissed out, his anger still at its boiling point because of Thompson, but as you slipped your hand in his it started to slowly melt away.

"Is he the reason for wanting to move classes?" Jungkook asked as he stood between your legs, your head tilted toward the light as he carefully cleaned up the wound that tainted your gorgeous face. 

"Yeah, he constantly fails me even when I do great. He's a misogynistic asshat," You mumbled, hissing a little as he applied some alcohol to the cut, wiping it clean and making you smile weakly.

"I'm sorry you had to deal with him like that,"

"Only female in the class, he was bound to single me out," You laughed dryly and Jungkook shook his head, gently adding some butterfly stitches to the cut,

"It probably didn't help when I was constantly teasing you though, I am sorry." He murmured, his voice filled with genuine remorse.

"I never should have teased you so much. It was all just in fun, but I crossed a line."

"Jungkook...Your teasing never bothered me," You laughed a little and looked up at him,

"It pushed me to be better than you. I actually enjoy it." You giggle as you admit it to him and Jungkook felt a wave of ease wash over him as he saw you smile again, though he would never get the look of fear washed out of his mind.

"Thank you for helping me," You said as you looked at him, your eyes searching his as the two of you sat alone in the nurse's office. Standing so close to one another you could smell the aftershave he was wearing, 

"I'll always be here for you," He admits, running his hand over your cheek and smiling weakly, your heart skipped a beat as you stared at him, your pulse quickening the longer you stared at one another, his hand still cupping your face.

"I care...I care about you, more than I could ever say," He finally confessed, 

"I know we've been rivals but...There's always been something between us and I know I'm not the only one that feels this way," He whispers, almost as if he wasn't entirely sure of what he was saying. There was a high chance you'd tell him to leave but he needed to tell you otherwise he never knew when he'd get you alone again.

"You're not...alone in feeling that way," You whisper as you stared at him, both of you silent for a second before he leaned closer to you. You closed the distance between you, your lips brushing against his in a tender caress. It was a gentle kiss, filled with passion as you carefully wrapped your arms around the back of his neck and pulled him closer to you.

The years of pent-up attraction for one another unfolding as you made out, your heart racing so hard you could feel the blood pumping in your ears. Jungkook deepens the kiss, his tongue licking everywhere he can reach, your tongue sliding against his. He could kiss you forever and never get tired of it, but he knew you were in a vulnerable place and needed to stop. He bites your bottom lip softly before you pull apart, both of you panting heavily as he looks at you.

"We should go tell Dale, make an official report and get Thompson out of here," 

"That's where your mind went after kissing me? I must be a terrible kisser," You half teased, your heart sinking at the thought of him not enjoying it as much as you had. You turned away from him, wanting to look anywhere but at him but he slowly turned your head toward him,

"If I kept kissing you I'd never leave this room, once the report is done we're going out on a date."

"A date?" You quipped and he nodded at you, kissing your lips again and pulling back. As much as he wanted to stay there with you he couldn't stand the thought of Thompson ever being near you again.

After months of working hard with Jungkook the two of you were neck and neck with your grades but neither of you seemed to care about it anymore. You worked together on projects, and ever since you started dating it had been a whirlwind romance and you became the power couple of the school. Especially after having Thompson removed from the premises.

"Did you see the announcement?" Jungkook asked as he sat beside you in the principal's office. It had been his punishment to work here in his second period but he found himself enjoying the time with you.

"You're number one," He told you with a smirk, your eyes widening as you rushed to your emails trying to find out if it was true or not.

"I beat you?!" You squealed a little too loud, turning back to your boyfriend who couldn't stop his smile.

"If I had to be number two to anyone, I want to be number two to you," He whispered before kissing you softly.

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Trope- exes. Who didnt end badly, still has residual feelings for each other & met again at a mutual friend’s birthday dinner/hangout (?) with prompts 36 & 46 ? 🤎

I went with Yoongi for this one since he’s like 99% of the requests I get. I hope that’s okay!

< I Will Always Love You >

Yoongi x Female Reader

Warnings: A few swear words

#36 “Are you finished, so you’ll listen to me?”

#46 “And I’m here to save you.”

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Twelve months…two weeks…four days…five hours. That is how long it’s been since you last saw him. Since you last saw Yoongi. That night your world came crashing down. The two of you had been arguing all week. Little things here and there.

He left a dirty coffee cup on the counter and an argument ensued.

You forgot to pick up his medicine at the pharmacy on your way home and he took it personally.

He did a load of laundry and accidentally shrunk your favorite sweater. He offered to buy you a new one that night but you felt like he did it out of spite.

You accidentally knocked over a glass of wine all over his laptop causing it to short circuit. He could easily afford a new one but it was the principal of it all that upset him.

The final straw was when he skipped date night. He left you sitting at home alone for hours watching the meal you had worked hard on go cold. When he finally walked through the door he said you guys needed to talk and you agreed. After almost two hours of you both pouring out your hearts you both agreed that your three year relationship had run its course and it was best to go your separate ways.

So you found yourself a cute little apartment several blocks away. Yoongi made sure to stay out of the way as you and your best friends Jungkook and Jin helped you pack up and move all of your things. As you were leaving Yoongi told you to take care of yourself and that he would always be there if you ever needed anything. You told him to the same even though you both knew deep down you would never contact each other again. You gave him a hug and walked out. That was the last time you saw him.

Because even though you shared many of the same friends it was surprisingly easy to avoid him. It also helped that it seemed like he was doing the same. One of you was always conveniently busy or sick so it worked out.

Except tonight. Tonight was the one night you couldn’t avoid. One of your good friends Jimin was getting married. He made you promise not to skip out on the wedding and of course you agreed even though you really wanted to, especially after getting confirmation that Yoongi would be there.

Things had gotten easier as time went on over the last year or so. You stopped crying over him every day. Then you stopped thinking about him every single day. You heard that he had started dating some woman a few months after your breakup. It hurt deeply but it also motivated you to try and move on too. You went on a few dates here and there. You had a small thing with some guy named Namjoon but even though he was really sweet and nice and handsome that fizzled out after a couple of months leaving you single again.

You somehow managed to get a last minute date for the wedding though. Your neighbor. He was cute but you quickly found out he was arrogant and rude. The first thing he said to you was how he thought your dress would be shorter and you had to watch him check out practically every woman at the wedding while you were sitting right next to him. Even though you were miserable and feeling more alone than ever as you watched Jimin saying ‘I do’ to the love of his life you still did your best to fake happiness.

Jimin and his new bride walked down the aisle and as you turned to see them off you saw him. Yoongi looked as beautiful as ever, his hair was longer and his suit was somehow casual yet still wedding appropriate and looked great on him. He was smiling at Jimin and his bride before looking back and smiling at a woman. She was gorgeous with a smile almost as beautiful as his. He looked happy and content and even though you felt a small burning sensation in your chest you were happy for him.

Cocktail hour flew by and then it was time for the reception. You did your best to avoid Yoongi as much as you could through the evening. You caught little glimpses but thankfully it didn’t seem like he saw you at all, or at least he was pretending like he didn’t which you appreciated.

Dinner was served and then you sat through several speeches. Jimins best man Hoseok recounted several funny stories, a few of which you personally remembered, and it felt really good to laugh like that again.

Then the dance floor was opened up. Your date surprisingly asked you to dance. You accepted and headed to the floor. Even though he was dancing with you, his eyes were scanning over every other woman within the vicinity. At one point he even creepily licked his lips earning an eye roll from you.

“Hey uh you ready to go? I think we should find a room so we can finally be alone.”, he mumbled in your ear.

“No thanks.”

“Come on Y/N, don’t be such a prude.”

“She said she’s not interested. So I suggest you fuck off. Maybe try one of the other women you’ve been staring at all night.”, a very deep and very familiar voice said from behind you.

Yoongi and your date were having a stare down before your date scoffed mumbling something about you not being worth the trouble and walking away.

“Want to dance?”, he asked stepping in front of you.

Speechless you nodded. As he placed his hands on your hips it felt like your body was on fire and you wanted to lean into him to savor the feeling.

“Yoongi I…I thought you were here with a date.”, you questioned.

He smiled, “I was…I was dancing over there with her and then I saw how uncomfortable you were and now I’m here to save you.”

You quickly backed out of his grasp, “What?! Yoongi I’m not going to be the reason you two break up. You’re disgusting for doing that to her.”

You stormed out to the balcony area needing some fresh air. Yoongi followed closely behind.

You had tears already forming from all of the emotions you were struggling to sort through, “Leave me alone Yoongi. Please just go back to your date. I’m not going to be the reason something happens between the two of you. I don’t want her to get upset with me or think I’m trying to get you back or something.”, you pinched the bridge of your nose trying to stop the tears from falling, “I just want you to be happy and you looked so happy earlier and that makes me so happy and I just…”

You were in a panic thanks to feeling guilty because what if she saw you two and feeling angry that he would do that to her and feeling hurt at the reminder that he wasn’t yours and finally feeling a sense of relief at having him so close once again. The comforting mix of his cologne and shampoo taking you back to a simpler time but making it all worse.

He lightly chuckled before wrapping you in his arms allowing you to cry into his chest, “Y/N, are you finished, so you’ll listen to me?”

You nodded, though refusing to look at him.

“She’s not my date like that.”, he said causing you to finally look up at him in confusion. He used his thumb to wipe away the tears on your cheek.

“She’s just a friend.”, he said making you roll your eyes. He laughed but continued, “She’s just a friend who has a huge huge HUGE crush on Hobi but was too nervous to ask him out. She asked if I would be her date tonight until she had a couple drinks and worked up the courage to tell him.”, he turned and smirked, “And it looks like it worked.”

You looked over and saw Hobi and that woman slow dancing while smiling lovingly at each other.

Yoongi continued, “And if you must know I was so happy earlier because I got to see you Y/N. I miss you. I was hoping you’d be here but then I saw you had a date. Jimin said he was no one but I didn’t want to overstep any boundaries.”

“Yeah he was a mistake more than anything.”, you grumbled getting a smile out of Yoongi.

He wrapped his arms around you again and you allowed your body melt into his, “I missed you Yoongi.”, you mumbled into his skin.

“I missed you to Y/N. Fuck, I was so stupid for ever letting you go.”

“I should’ve fought harder too. I was just so tired of the arguing and feeling like everything was falling apart.”, you sniffled feeling tears begin to form again.

“Hey hey don’t cry any more. Y/N I hate seeing you cry. I’m here now. And maybe…maybe if you want to…we can start over.”

You looked up taking in his soft features and he gave you a small smile.

You nodded and gave his cheek a kiss which he happily received.

At some point someone had cracked open the door to allow the chill air to fill into the reception room which also let the soft hum of the music stream out onto the patio.

“They’re playing our song.”, you smiled as the familiar tune of I Will Always Love You rang through the air. Yoongi had sung the song to you one night after your first big fight. You were convinced that he was going to leave you. He wasn’t great at speaking his mind so instead he pulled you down on his lap and sang the song trying to do his best Whitney Houston impression. He did it to cheer you up but also let you know that no matter what happened between you two he was always going to love you. After that night it became your song.

Yoongi smirked, “Yeah I think our friends might’ve had something to do with that.”

He was was pointing inside and you saw a group of your friends staring at you both while giggling and giving you a thumbs up.

“Well if they want a show then we’ll give them a show.”, he said before taking your hand, “Y/N will you dance with me?”

Your heart felt like it was going to burst but you agreed before he quickly twirled you around and back into his comforting arms once again.

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drabble where tlp jk first met miss oc pls 🥹 thinking about him having an instant crush cos shes so pretty while studying med in the law lib 😞

summary: in which jk meets oc for the first time w/c:  1.5k

note: the timeline is second week of first year med school. first time jk sees oc and immediately harbors an instant crush 🤧🫠 also if u see an error pls ignore im sleepy bye enj lmao

[11:20am] jjaman: here at the law lib 2nd floor

That’s the last text Jungkook sees on his phone from his friend, Jimin – a third year law student in the same grad school he’s enrolled in. Jimin and him have been close friends since birth, their families having been acquainted years before they were born. 

Anyway, it’s only been two weeks since the term started – some of his professors have not even shown their faces yet, so he has all the leisure time to grab some lunch with his bestfriend because admittedly, he doesn’t know anybody yet in his own building. Jungkook met some familiar people from undergrad, but ultimately, med school is fresh and as cliche as it sounds – seems like a whole new world. 

When he enters the law library, nothing of significance really catches his attention. He’s already visited the med library which is located at the left wing and the two are not really that different except that there are a bunch of casebooks everywhere he lands his eyes on. 

As soon as he arrives at the second floor, he roams his eyes around to hopefully catch a sight of Jimin immediately (as Jungkook’s stomach has been craving for some big lunch, and he wants to eat expeditiously), but it is to his slight disappointment that he does not see a blond short guy around the area. 

Nonetheless, Jungkook continues to wander around, spotting the wayfinder that says “Individual Study Area”. The cubicles are lined up against the glass wall, and across it are couches that he brings himself forward to to sit on. 

When he settles himself on the leather, he goes for his phone, about to turn it on to text Jimin he’s already here. But then a sudden slight noise catches his attention; a pen falling from one of the cubicles.

Jungkook looks up from his device, looking at the source of the soft clattering sound. He catches the sight of a woman in a brown cashmere sweater with her hair pulled up, clipped in a maroon claw.

When you put your pen back to your table, Jungkook nearly stumbles over his seat when he sees your face.

He never believed in love at first sight. Thinks it’s way too… superficial. A romanticized myth to sell books and movies or whatever. He doesn’t subscribe to the notion of falling in love with a mere face – because frankly, that’s just not realistic.

But he begins to doubt that as he strays his eyes away from you when he catches himself staring longer than necessary. 

Look, he’s seen pretty faces before. Had countless encounters with them. He’s used to the beauty of women and he’s young and hormonal enough to acknowledge when someone is gorgeous. 

And you are definitely gorgeous. The kind of beauty that takes away someone’s breath because it’s so serene that it almost feels like you don’t belong in the same world because of the peacefulness and angelic grace that your face have – and that’s just merely your face.

Jungkook wonders what you sound like.

He shamelessly thinks this as he lets his gaze fall back to the random book on the table sitting across the couch, his heart lapsing a mile per second, totally not normal – and he tries to scold himself for it. It’s not your first time seeing a pretty woman. Jesus, get it together. 

But it’s definitely the first time he’s seen you. 

When another few seconds passed, Jungkook can’t help but look at your direction again. He catches you in the middle of you putting your elbow on the desk, leaning to the side of the cubicle, your body angled towards his direction. Your movements are lax as you flip through the pages of your book – something that looks familiar to him. When he gets a better look of the material, it is to his surprise, Netter’s ever famous Atlas of Human Anatomy. 

That’s definitely the same book that his Anatomy professor assigned his class to buy through email. 

With that information, Jungkook looks at you curiously, now wondering if you’re a med student or in law. It doesn’t make sense. Why would you be at the law library when you have your own medical sciences library around the university? Or… do law students learn about Anatomy, too, for… he doesn’t know – shit and giggles, probably? 

Too deep in his thoughts, Jungkook doesn’t notice his staring that when you cock your head to the side, he feels his heart drop when your eyes meet his. 

He quickly looks away, busying himself with his phone, cursing on the inside.

Shit. You must’ve thought he’s some creepy guy. Surely, he must’ve made you uncomfortable. 

Panicking, he turns on his phone only to see two text messages from Jimin that were sent a few minutes ago. 

[11:25am] jjaman: conference room 209 btw, near the resting zone

[11:30am] jjaman: where are you? 

When Jungkook checks the time, it’s 11:35am. 

“Shit,” he hisses under his breath, typing out a quick reply to Jimin. 

[11:36am] Jungkook: individual study area. couch. but im standing up. wru?

[11:37am] jjaman: thought u got lost lol going there atm

Jungkook quickly stands up from the couch, slinging his backpack over one shoulder and pointedly avoids looking in your direction lest you’re looking at him currently for being weird just now.

He wouldn’t say he’s bad with women. They usually – thankfully – like the way he looks enough, and he’s not so bad at talking to them either. 

But right now, he remembers the awkward Jungkook of high school and first few years of undergrad. The guy who’s way too in his head who got anxious at the prospect of talking to a woman. Especially to the pretty ones.

“There you are.” 

He feels a light slap to his shoulder, and when he looks behind, it’s Jimin. With his blond hair and his bright smile. 

“H-hey,” Jungkook clears his throat subtly. “You have any ideas for lunch?” 

Jimin, obviously, oblivious to the dilemma that his best friend is having inside his head at the moment, chuckles at his words. 

“Sure. Let’s go, I’ll drive us both to a nice bistro.”

They’re a few steps in ahead when Jungkook suddenly feels a slight feather-light touch to his shoulder. 

When he turns around, he almost clutches his heart at the sight of you again. 

“You left this at the couch earlier,” you say, lifting the hand that carries his brown leather wallet. And Jungkook knows he should be concerned about that – but hell, the way he was just thinking about what you probably sound like… it’s so much better to hear it himself, and so close like this. 

“O-oh.” Jungkook doesn’t think he stammered or anything, just quickly takes his wallet from you and shyly turns his body towards Jimin so he avoids your eyes.

“It’s yours, right?” You smile. 

And Jungkook thinks it’s over before he nods.

He knows he has an instant crush. 

“Damn. Hey, be careful with your stuff next time,” Jimin butts in, nudging Jungkook a little. Then he looks at you with a soft expression, “Thanks, miss.” 

You shake your head and with a small smile that feels too dashing for Jungkook’s own good, you say, “No worries. I’ll get back there.” 

When Jimin nudges Jungkook again, he realizes he hasn’t thanked you at all. 

With a surely flushed look, he turns to you and awkwardly say, “Thanks.”

“Sure.” 

Then you turn on your heels and walk away. 

Jungkook casts one last glance at the cubicles, seeing you already having your back on him and getting back to studying.

As Jungkook and Jimin walk out of the building, Jimin points out, “What the hell are you so red for?” 

Jungkook feels extremely called out when Jimin says that. 

“It’s hot.” 

“The law lib is famous for its extreme AC. Don’t lie.” Jimin rolls his eyes. 

Scoffing, it’s now Jungkook’s turn to nudge Jimin. 

“I’m telling you the truth.” 

Jimin arches a brow at him, stares at him for a brief longer. When seconds passes, he finally stops interrogating Jungkook with his looks. 

“Alright, fine.” 

“Psh.” 

Jungkook’s heart is still pounding, though. 

The encounter was so fleeting, so random. But as Jungkook completely departs from the library, he can’t help but think about the girl he’s just seen. He felt something he hadn’t in a long time, maybe ever— an instant, overwhelming crush. His mind is flooded with your image, the serenity of your presence, the way you looked at him for just that split second and the way you noticed his wallet and gave it back to him.

And though he knows he's too shy to ever approach you again, the memory of you lingers, leaving him wondering what might have been.

[dailynnt]

ONE NIGHT AS THE PRICE OF A REQUEST

⋆˙⟡ Summary: You hate your neighbor Jungkook, but you have to ask him to pretend to be your boyfriend at a party to get rid of your annoying boss. He agrees, but you don't even imagine what you'll have to pay him with. Everything goes according to plan until Jungkook reveals his true price during the dance: one night with him or your life in the neighborhood will be hell.

⋆˙⟡ Couple: Jeon Jungkook/ The Reader, Jungkook/Y/N

⋆˙⟡ Age restrictions: 18+

⋆˙⟡ Index of chapters: ��

⋆˙⟡ Number of chapter: 2/?

⋆˙⟡ Tags: enemies-to-neighbors-to-lover, fake relationship, hate to desire, dom!Jungkook, heated blackmail, one bed trope (later more than one bed), undeniable chemistry, forced deal, mutual obsession, dangerous game, unexpected feelings, passion on edge, impossible to resist, tension and desire, unprotected sex, sexual tension, slow burning

⋆˙⟡ From author: Hi Army 😍 You are just an incredible force 🥹💜 I got 1000+ likes for my previous story in 5 days. I couldn't even imagine that you would like it 🤭 I'm really the happiest person in the world because you are so wonderful 🥰 I wrote a new short story. It contains 3 parts...because I just wrote a LOT 🤭🫨 I got carried away while writing and decided that all the scenes are important and they should be ❤️‍🔥 So, this will be a series ❤️‍🔥 Let me know if you liked this story too, I sincerely hope so 🥺 For those who are waiting for "Captive to his attention" I will definitely continue it and I’m already have half of the 4th part ready, wait for it 🫶🏻

⋆˙⟡ Dedication: to my biggest love @kelsyx33, @curse-of-art, @kooko009, @smokinghotstargirl, @myjungkookthighs, @mskookie, @minimoninini, @medstudentlifestyle for loving me for nothing. I love you girls twice as much 🥺🤭💜🫶🏻

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⋆˙⟡ Warning: English is not my native language, so please be lenient with mistakes in the text 🥹

Chapter 2: The price of a lie

You worked until five o'clock, focusing on your tasks, but thoughts of the evening kept coming back to you. From time to time, you found yourself looking at your phone, waiting for some sign from Jungkook.

But instead of a message from him, you got a courier.

"Y/N, this is for you," the man handed you an elegant black package with the Versace logo on it.

The entire office froze as you accepted the gift. Colleagues exchanged glances, and Jisu, your closest friend, jumped up to you first.

"Is this from your... ahem... boyfriend?" her eyes sparkled with curiosity.

You exhaled and nodded reluctantly.

"Yes."

"Are you serious?" She rounded her eyes. "What does he do for a living that he gives you Versace? Is this a dress? For today's corporate party?"

"Apparently," you mumbled, trying not to draw any more attention.

"Girl," Jisu put her arm around your shoulders, "if he buys you such an expensive thing, then either he's madly in love with you or he has serious intentions."

"Or he's just selfish and wants to control everything," you muttered under your breath, hiding the package under the table.

At home, you showered, did your makeup, styled your hair carefully, and the final touch was the dress. You didn't get to see what it looked like because you didn't have much time to get ready. You picked up the black package with the logo of a famous brand and, holding your breath, opened it.

Your eyes rounded. 

The dress was gorgeous. You tried it on to see how it would fit you.

It was black, fitted, with an open back and thin straps that gracefully rested on your shoulders. The fabric was expensive to the touch, as delicate as silk, and the cut perfectly emphasized your every curve. You didn't need a bra for this dress, and that was...

It was... too much. It was gorgeous, but... wasn't it a little too revealing for a corporate event?

You've worn beautiful things, but this dress was on another level. You realized that it cost a lot of money. Why would Jungkook spend so much on a dress you'd only wear once?

You bit your lip. Deciding it wasn't worth the risk, you started looking through the other dresses in your wardrobe. At that moment, the doorbell rang.

You jumped and quickly glanced at your watch.

18:35.

"Shit!" you whispered. You were late.

Squaring your shoulders, you walked to the door and opened it. Jungkook stood in front of you.

He looked... stunning.

A black suit that fit his physique perfectly, a black shirt with the top button slightly undone, an elegant watch on his wrist. His hair was slightly disheveled, adding to his look of relaxed confidence.

But it was his eyes that struck you the most.

Jungkook slowly looked you up and down, his eyes darkening and the corners of his lips twitching in a satisfied smile.

You felt yourself flush.

"Oh, kitten," his voice sounded flirting, "I knew this dress would be perfect on you. But, to be honest... I didn't expect it to look so seductive."

Your heart was pounding.

"I... I was going to change," you crossed your arms over your chest, trying to shield yourself from his greedy gaze.

He took a step forward, forcing you to step back. You took a few steps back, letting him into your apartment. 

"Don't even think about it," his voice became lower and his gaze even deeper.

You instinctively stepped back a little more, but Jungkook took a step forward, closing the distance between you.

"Jungkook..." your voice sounded less confident than you wanted it to.

"What?" He raised an eyebrow, his lips curving slightly into a sneer, "You think I'm going to let you hide your body under something less than spectacular?"

You pressed your lips together.

"This dress is... too..."

"It's perfect. And it's on you. I hope you didn't waste time to looking for another one. Because," he tilted his head to the side, "you're going to be wearing this dress anyway."

You squeezed your fingers together, trying to suppress a wave of irritation.

"You can't just tell me what to wear."

Jungkook huffed.

"Why not? I bought this dress especially for you, and it suits you. Even more than I expected."

You looked away in embarrassment.

"That's no reason for you to decide for me."

"Oh, but you agreed to my terms, remember?" He leaned closer.

You met his gaze and almost shuddered at how alert and confident he was.

"You..."

"Don't waste time, kitten," he gently but insistently took your hand and led you to the exit.

You had to ask him to wait while you quickly put on your sandals. You barely had time to grab your black clutch before he closed the door behind you.

"Jungkook!" you looked at him angrily, but he just laughed.

"Stop arguing, sweetheart. We're going to have a great time tonight. Well, at least I will." He winked at you and then added, leaning closer, "All you have to do is not blush every time I look at you like this."

Your face flashed, and Jungkook laughed as he led you to the car.

Jungkook ordered a taxi. It was already waiting for you downstairs. It was a premium taxi. When you saw what kind of taxi was, you looked at Jungkook questioningly, but he said he wanted to have a drink tonight so you were taking a taxi. That's not what you wanted to know. You wanted to know if he was a fucking chaebol or something. 

You got in the car, but you kept looking at him.

"You're not a chaebol, are you, Jungkook?" you asked, narrowing your eyes.

He looked at you with interest as got in next to you.

"Why do you ask?"

"You look like you can buy anything you want."

"And what if I can?"

You rolled your eyes.

"But I'm worried about the fact that you're living in our house. If you're so rich, why don't you live somewhere in the center of Gangnam?"

Jungkook leaned closer, resting his elbow on the armrest between you. 

"Oh, so you're starting to take an interest in my life now?"

You ran your eyes nervously over his handsome face, but your expression was indifferent. 

Jungkook hummed and leaned back in his seat. 

"Are you really interested or are you just looking for another reason to argue with me?"

You sighed, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Just answer me."

He was silent for a moment, studying you with his eyes, as if weighing whether you should know this information.

"I like that house. And the location's not bad."

"That's not much of an explanation."

Jungkook smiled. 

"What if I just like seeing you every morning?"

You felt your heart leap in your chest, but you quickly pulled yourself together and defiantly scowled, he can't be serious. 

"Don't be silly."

"I'm not. I wanted to move to another neighborhood, but when you became my neighbor, I turned down the buyers who already wanted to transfer money for my apartment."

You jerked your head toward him, your eyes wide.

"You... what?"

Jungkook was enjoying your reaction, his lips stretching into a smug smile.

"You heard all right."

"Jungkook..." you exhaled slowly, trying to process this information. "Are you serious?

"What do you think?"

You stared at him for a few more seconds, and then abruptly turned to the window so he wouldn't see how confused you were.

"If it’s true... it's kind of weird."

"Why? I just decided I was comfortable where I was."

"But you said you've almost sold the apartment..."

"Yes, but in life there are unforeseen circumstances."

You turned to him again, narrowing your eyes in disbelief.

"For example, a neighbor who gives you evil looks every morning?"

Jungkook laughed.

"You underestimate how interesting that is."

You opened your mouth to say something, but then closed it because you didn't know what to say. But your lips did move.

"You're crazy," you muttered, hiding your embarrassed look out the window.

"Maybe," Jungkook agreed, "but isn't it cute?

"That's definitely not the word I would use."

"Oh, what would you use?"

"Disturbing."

Jungkook laughed, and his low, pleasant laugh made you feel hot again.

"Disturbing, you say? Well, let's call it that. But I'm not a stalker."

You exhaled an exasperated breath and stared out the window again, pretending not to care what he said. 

The rest of the way to the restaurant, you tried to focus on your role. But you found it even harder because of Jungkook's confession, and why he was living in the apartment next door to you. Did he really stay because of you? It can't be. And by the way, he didn’t told you who he really is. You shook your head slightly, thinking that it would help you get rid of the obsessive thoughts about Jungkook. 

You arrived at the restaurant and had no choice but to get out of the car and take his hand.

His fingers immediately intertwined with yours, and this contact made you feel strangely calm.

"Don't forget the rules, love," he whispered against your ear as you walked inside. You barely restrained yourself from stepping on his foot.

When you entered the hall, your eyes immediately met your boss's, and you knew he was unhappy. It was working and you felt all your doubts evaporate.

"Are you ready, honey?" Jungkook gently squeezed your hand.

You took a deep breath and smiled at him as if he were indeed your favorite man in the world.

"Of course, love."

You introduced Jungkook to your coworkers, trying to look as natural as possible. Everyone immediately took an interest in him-after all, he looked like he had stepped off the cover of a magazine. 

Jungkook behaved confidently, shook hands with men, smiled politely at women, and answered questions with ease, as if it were not a show but a real meeting with people he had long wanted to see.

The boss, who had previously stood aside, pretending to be busy talking, now and then glanced in your direction. It was obvious that he was deliberately avoiding the acquaintance, as if forcing you to make the first move.

Taking Jungkook's hand, you walked over to the boss.

"Good evening, Sajang-nim," you greeted, and Jungkook squeezed your hand a little harder, making it clear that he was here and wasn't going anywhere.

"Ah, Y/N-shi..." The man forced a smile, but his eyes didn't smile. He looked at Jungkook reluctantly, considering him as if he were evaluating a rival company. "You came with your boyfriend. Just like you promised?"

"Yes, meet it’s Jungkook," you replied without hesitation.

Jungkook shook hands with your boss, and a slight smile appeared on his face.

"I finally have the opportunity to meet you in person. I've heard a lot about you, Kim Youngwon-shi. You're famous in the marketing industry, and I've always wanted to know who runs EON Creative so effectively."

You gave Jungkook a quick glance. What? He knew your boss?

Kwon nodded cautiously, but his gaze became more intense.

"That's good to hear. Are you interested in marketing?"

"I'm more interested in the companies that are part of the ‘Jeon Group’," Jungkook replied with the same calm smile.

Youngwon frowned.

"Really? I'm sorry, what's your full name?"

Jungkook tilted his head slightly to the side, enjoying the situation.

"Jeon Jungkook."

Silence.

The boss blinked his eyes, as if not believing what he was hearing.

"Jeon?" He cleared his throat as if he were swallowing saliva. "Are you... are you the son of Jeon Younho, the chairman of ‘Jeon Group’? 

"Yes, I am his son." Jungkook confirmed. You stood there smiling and feeling your jaw hurt from the tension. You didn't show it, but if you could, you would have bugged your eyes out. Jungkook WHO? It turns out that you've been living with the son of the chairman of the holding company that owns your company all this time? It can't be! It. Can't. be.

Youngwon coughed, trying to quickly pull himself together, but you noticed how tense he was.

"I had no idea... You never showed up at the headquarters of the parent company."

Jungkook shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't like to be the center of attention. But that doesn't mean I don't know how the subsidiaries of our holding company operate."

Youngwon pursed his lips, clearly trying to figure out whether this was good or bad for him.

You felt something sink in your stomach as you realized the whole situation. Jungkook isn't just some successful guy - he's the goddamn heir to a huge company!

You turned your head to him, but he only lightly squeezed your hand, as if to warn you: don't show emotion, sweetheart.

Youngwon finally spoke.

"Well, this is really unexpected. I am glad that our company is of interest to you, Jungkook-shi”

"Oh, my interest goes much deeper than you think," Jungkook tilted his head slightly, smiling again with that dangerous confidence of his, "but let's leave business talk for another time."

He turned his gaze to you, and you realized that he was in complete control of the situation.

"We should drink to a good evening, aren’t we, my love?"

His fingers ran lightly over the back of your hand, and you almost shivered at this intimate gesture.

Youngwon nodded silently, obviously not yet fully digesting the information, and Jungkook led you further into the hall as if nothing had happened.

When you stepped away from the boss, you pursed your lips and hissed:

"You could have at least warned me that you are the heir to the holding company that owns my company!"

Jungkook smiled defiantly.

"Why? Then you wouldn't have wanted me to pretend to be your boyfriend."

You stopped abruptly, causing Jungkook to stop as well.

"This is just great," you muttered, "What if everyone starts thinking I'm dating you for career reasons?"

Jungkook leaned in, his lips almost touching your ear.

"Isn't that why you're dating me?" his voice was low and teasing.

You turned your head sharply toward him. Your lips were separated by a few centimeters. 

"I'm not really dating you, Jungkook. It's an act."

He sighed theatrically, hiding his smile.

"Oh, right... An act. Well, I hope you don't mind if I make it even more convincing."

And while you were trying to figure out what he meant, Jungkook gently wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"Smile, my love. You don't want your colleagues to doubt our 'love', do you?"

You smiled, but it wasn't sincere. Jungkook smiled too, obviously seeing that your smile was pure fake. 

"I think we need to add more conviction. I'm going to kiss you."

You put your hands on his chest as if to protect yourself. You weren't ready to kiss him so quickly. You felt his arms tighten around your waist, and your heart pounded. He was really going to do it!

"Jungkook," you squeezed his shirt with your fingers, trying to pull him away, but he just tilted his head, stopping dangerously close to your lips.

"Relax, kitten," he whispered, "I'm sure you'll enjoy this more than you think."

And before you could object, his lips touched yours gently but firmly.

It was unexpected and amazing. Jungkook kissed you not in a hurry or aggressively - his touch was gentle, warm, but confident at the same time. He didn't demand, didn't insist, he just... let you feel this moment.

You froze, not knowing how to react. Everything inside you was screaming to push him away, but your body was treacherously unwilling to move. His lips lightly stroked yours, and you couldn't help but shiver.

Jungkook noticed this. He smiled into the kiss, and then touched the tip of his tongue lightly to your lower lip, making you open your mouth in surprise. 

"See?" he said quietly, "Now everyone will believe we're a real couple."

You looked around nervously. A few people were indeed looking in your direction with curious smiles.

The banquet hall was luxurious - soft lighting, tables with light snacks and drinks, elegant waiters who refilled the guests' glasses on time. There were no clearly defined seats - it was a buffet format where people moved freely, chatting in different companies.

You stopped at one of the tables when your friends immediately surrounded you.

"Oh my God, Y/N, why didn't you tell us?" one of them exclaimed.

"You look so beautiful together! How did you meet?"

"How long have you been dating?"

You opened your mouth, trying to think of something plausible, but Jungkook beat you to it.

"It was love at first sight," he answered easily, squeezing your waist and gently running his hand down your back. "For her... she ran after me, even on her knees, asking me to be her boyfriend. How I could refuse her?"

You almost choked on his words. You glared at him angrily and he just winked at you.

You quickly composed yourself and smiled sarcastically:

"Oh, of course, how could I forget! I even started a petition to make you my boyfriend. Everyone signed it - even your mom."

He could barely contain his smile, but his eyes sparkled with excitement.

"Really? I thought it was just a love note with a threat."

"Oh," you sighed, putting your hand to your heart theatrically, "I remembered how in that time I I've been up all night writing poetry about your perfect... uh... sneaker laces."

His soft laugh made you lift your chin even higher.

"You're gorgeous."

"You're two so cute!" - Jisu said, laughing at your dialog.

You continued to drink with your friends, but you felt tense.

Jungkook really acted as if he were your boyfriend: he kept his arm around your waist, sometimes lowering it, almost touching your buttocks. You tensed up, but he leaned down to your ear and whispered:

"Relax, kitten. Just forget about resisting me. Let yourself go with the flow, and everything will go like clockwork."

His voice was low and velvety, penetrating your skin, making your body react in ways you didn't want it to.

"I promise I'll be gentle with you," he added, gently squeezing your waist.

You slowly looked up at him. He was so close that you could see every detail of his face.

You smiled.

Then you leaned closer, touched his ear with your lips, and whispered:

"All right, my love. I will do as you say."

The scent of your perfume filled his nostrils, and your warm breath made his body tense. He gripped your waist tighter, as if trying to control himself.

And you did feel better.

The evening was going surprisingly well. The atmosphere was relaxed, the music was playing in the background, and the champagne was flowing. You'd already had a few glasses, feeling a slight warmth in your body that made you more relaxed. Jungkook, as befits a confident man, preferred something stronger - whiskey. 

Jungkook stayed by your side almost the entire evening. He did not go far away, even when he had to talk to other people. His arm was almost always around your waist or lightly touching your back, as if to remind you: I'm here, you're not alone.

A few times, when one of your colleagues came up to you with jokes or questions, Jungkook would lean over and lightly kiss your temple. It looked so natural that you didn't notice how you were starting to react more calmly. On the contrary, you felt a certain warmth and calmness.

You weren't sure if it was the effect of the alcohol or something else, but you really felt more comfortable when he did that. You almost forgot that you were in a fake relationship for one night. 

But the idyll didn't last long.

At some point, you were approached by people from the top management. They spoke politely, but at the same time cautiously, as if they didn't know how to behave with the son of the holding's chairman.

Jungkook, on the other hand, looked completely at ease: he smiled, shook hands, and nodded at some words. His voice sounded confident, and you suddenly realized that he was really used to such conversations. It was not something unusual for him. You looked at him from a different angle and liked this Jungkook better. But which one is he really like: the one who is now or the one who is your neighbor? 

You stood next to him, feeling a little uncomfortable. All of these people were much higher in rank than you, and you didn't want to look out of place in this company.

"Jungkook-shi, if you have a minute, we'd like to discuss some perspectives..." one of the executives began.

"Yes, it's important," another said.

Jungkook looked at you as if asking for permission.

"Go," you nodded, "I’ll be nearby." 

He paused for a second, then kissed your temple again softly and walked away with the leaders.

You stepped away from the noisy crowd, heading for one of the farthest tables in the room, wanting to avoid prying eyes. It was obvious that your another colleagues, and especially your boss, wouldn't mind asking a few uncomfortable questions.

Avoiding the potential interrogation, you took a glass of wine and took a few sips, enjoying the temporary peace. It was a strange feeling. 

It was strange how one evening could change everything. Just a few hours ago, Jungkook had seemed like a cheeky neighbor who liked to annoy you with his jokes and persistence. And now... he was completely different. Or maybe you were just seeing him from a different angle?

You had your phone in your hand, and you were mindlessly scrolling through the feed, trying to look busy, when you suddenly felt warm hands lightly resting on your waist, sliding down your stomach, capturing you. 

"Did you hide from me?" Jungkook whispered directly into your ear, his lips touching your skin.

You almost flinched from this unexpected touch, but quickly pulled yourself together.

"No, I just decided to take a break for a while," you answered, putting the phone down.

Jungkook gently pressed his chest against yours from behind and leaned his head closer, his breath sliding down your neck.

"I just ran away from boring uncles who wanted to kill me with even more boring talk about company," he whispered with mock desperation.

You smiled nervously.

"I'm so sorry."

"I told them that I owed you a dance and if I didn't go to you now, I'd be in serious trouble." His arms tightened around your waist, as if to confirm his intent.

"You're just a first-rate liar." You groaned, turning your head slightly. Jungkook laughed softly. 

"So, will you go dancing with me?"

You thought about it for a second. 

"Okay."

Jungkook led you to the dance floor, taking your hand confidently. His palm was hot, almost burning, and when he wrapped his arm around your waist, you felt goosebumps rise on your skin.

He pulled you closer. Incredibly close.

You moved in time to the music, and there was no space between your bodies. His chest was pressed against yours, you were literally breathing the same air. His arm around your waist went lower, caressing your back, and his breath burned your skin.

The alcohol only intensified your sensations.

You admired him. Jungkook's confident gaze, a subtle smile on his lips. You liked to feel his strong hands on your back. And in your mind, you admitted that he was incredibly attractive. He was so hot. Even if he sometimes annoyed you to the point of madness.

"What are you thinking about with that expression on your face?" Jungkook suddenly asked.

You flinched.

"Nothing," you answered quickly, trying to avoid the conversation.

But he just leaned closer, looking into your eyes.

"You're lying."

"I'm not lying," you tried to pull away, but his grip tightened.

"Okay, we'll leave that for later," he smiled slyly, "but there's something more important."

You looked up at him.

"How will you pay for my service?"

You didn't even have time to blink. Everything was going so well, but he decided to become the asshole you've always known? 

"What?"

"I'm asking," Jungkook leaned in even closer, as if giving you the opportunity to hear him better, "how are you going to pay me back? We haven't even discussed it with you. 

Your heart beat faster.

"But... I asked you on my knees," you mumbled, trying to find logic in his words. 

Jungkook laughed, and his laugh was surprisingly seductive.

"Oh, dear, you apologized on your knees for your terrible behavior," he ran his fingers over your wrist, "but you haven't paid for my help yet."

Your brain was frantically searching for a way out. Should I offer him money? But he seems to have plenty of money. Or maybe he wouldn't mind some money? What if he’ll wishes so much money that you'll work for his company for free for years?

You're an idiot. He couldn't agree without a certain price, which you really forgot to discuss with him. 

"How much do you want?" you asked, hinting at money.

Jungkook laughed again, throwing his head back.

"You're so funny," he said, barely able to contain his smile. "Do you think I want your money?"

You watched him intently, not understanding what he was getting at.

"Then what do you want?"

He looked at you in a way that made your insides cramp.

"My price is simple."

He ran his fingers down your side, making you hold your breath.

"I want one night with you."

You froze. Your heart was pounding somewhere in your throat, and a wave of heat washed over your body.

"What?" you breathed out, not believing your own ears.

Jungkook was looking at you, his eyes sparkling with dangerous excitement.

"Do you want me to say it again?"

You felt your world stop for a moment. Your heart was pounding somewhere in your chest, your hands were sweating, and the alcohol in your blood didn't seem strong enough to dull the sharpness of the moment.

"Are you kidding?" you exhaled, trying to see even a shadow of mockery in his eyes.

But there was none. Jungkook looked at you as if what he said was an absolute truth.

"Do I look like I'm joking?" his voice was quiet, but there was a playfulness in it that made you nervously clench your fingers.

"You..." you felt the heat rise to your face, "This... this is unacceptable."

"Oh, I'm sure that's how it sounds to you," he leaned in even closer, his lips almost touching your cheek, "but be honest, part of you is interested."

You flinched.

"No..."

"You're lying again..." He moved his hand lower, his fingers sliding lightly over your thigh, "Look at you. You're already on fire."

His words hit you harder than the alcohol.

"I didn't..."

"You're thinking about it, aren't you?" Jungkook touched his lips to your ear, and you almost let out a moan as you felt your stomach twist with tension. "How I would touch you…"

You shivered.

"Jungkook..."

"I'm going to give you a night you couldn't even dream of," his voice was deep, enveloping, "All you have to do is say yes."

You could feel the air between you getting thicker and hotter with each passing second. Your body was already reacting to him, feeling his closeness, needing more.

But your mind...

You close your eyes, trying to collect yourself.

"You can't demand this as payment for a favor," your voice trembled treacherously.

"I'm not demanding anything. I'm just telling you my price and giving you a choice." He pulled back just enough to look you in the eye. He slid his thumb across your cheek. "So, what do you say?"

You took a deep breath, trying to calm your heart, which was beating uncontrollably in your chest.

"I don't see a choice in your proposal," your voice sounded quiet, but it was challenging.

Jungkook smiled - defiantly, almost triumphantly.

"I'm actually giving you a choice," you felt his palm tighten around your waist, making your skin burn under his touch, "Either you spend the night with me... or I'll make your life in that apartment even more unbearable than it already is."

His words made you press your lips together. Anger and desire fought inside you, intertwining into a dangerous cocktail of emotions.

"This is blackmail," you whispered, but your body didn't seem to agree.

"It's just a fair payment for my time and acting," Jungkook ran his fingertips down your naked back, causing you to shiver.

His closeness was driving you crazy. The smell of his perfume, the warmth of his breath on your skin... it all seemed too real, too addictive.

You wanted him. The thought hit you like a bolt from the blue.

Jungkook was unbearable, arrogant, narcissistic. But he was also a magnet that attracted you with an inexplicable force.

"I hate you!" you whispered.

"No, you don't hate me," Jungkook brushed his lips over your neck, causing your breath to come raggedly. "You're just afraid to admit how much you want me."

You flinched as his fingers closed on your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes.

"Okay," you breathed out, your voice shaky but confident, "You left me no choice, as usual..."

Jungkook smiled, but a sparkle of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

"You made the right choice, baby."

But, damn it, you knew it wasn't really his choice. It was yours.

You continued to dance. Jungkook never took his eyes off you, studying your every breath, every flutter of your eyelashes, every movement of your lips, as if he was remembering you just like this - confused, but also enthralled.

His hand still rested on your waist, and the other slowly slid down to your palm. He took it, intertwining your fingers, and squeezed lightly.

"Let's go," his voice was low and warm, as if it enveloped you, making your heart beat even faster.

He pulled you along. 

"Already?" you asked with a little excitement in your voice. Jungkook turned his head toward you without stopping. He was smiling slightly. 

"What unfinished business do you have? 

You looked down, trying to hide the emotions that were raging deep inside you. But Jungkook seemed to already know everything about you.

"No, no unfinished business," you exhaled, hurrying after him. Jungkook nodded lightly, as if he had anticipated this answer. His fingers still slid over your palm, and even this light touch felt unbearably hot. You let him lead you through the banquet hall. 

You went outside, and the cool air made you sober up a bit. But the desire that had already settled in your body did not disappear.

"To me or to you?" Jungkook asked, not letting go of your hand, looking for a taxi. 

You looked at him, trying to figure out if he was joking, but there was only pure expectation in his eyes.

"Аren’t you the one who has already decided everything?" you asked with a bit of sarcasm.

Jungkook smiled slightly, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Well, I wouldn't want to look discourteous."

You sighed and answered quietly.

"To you..."

You swallowed slightly, feeling your body tense with anticipation. Waiting for a regular taxi had never seemed so anxious and exciting at the same time.

Jungkook held out his hand when he finally spotted the car, his fingers still wrapped around your hand, as if he had to be sure you wouldn't change your mind. Or maybe he just wanted to remind you once again who was in charge in this game.

The car stopped at the curb, and Jungkook was the first to open the door, again demonstrating his relaxed confidence.

"After you," his voice was velvety and calm, but there was something dangerous in his eyes.

You sat in the back seat, trying to keep at least a little space between you, but as soon as Jungkook took a seat next to you, you realized that was impossible.

He sat too close.

His thigh was touching yours, and it felt much more intimate than any touch you'd ever had before.

The car started to move. 

"Where are we going?" the driver asked. Jungkook told him the address of your house, and then you felt him sigh slightly. His head leaned against your shoulder, and his warm breath brushed your neck.

"You smell incredible," he murmured, and the tip of his nose slid lightly along a strand of your hair. You froze. Your hands in your lap clutched the fabric of your dress to ease the tension in your core. This did not escape Jungkook's eyes. He put his hand on top of yours, slipping his fingers through yours and squeezed. The warmth from his palm instantly spread throughout your body, causing your breath to hitched.

"Jungkook..." your voice sounded soft, almost pleading.

He leaned down to your cheek, his lips just a centimeter from your skin.

You didn't know how to respond. You couldn't force yourself to pull away, but you couldn't give in either.

"I can barely stop myself from kissing you right here," he whispered, his lips moving from your cheek to your cheekbone and lightly brushing your earlobe.

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the way i loved you | m.yg

wc: 2.2k

genre: song fic; lovers to strangers; rebound!bang chan (sorry bby);

cw: rebound!Bang Chan; relationship arguments; it feels a lil toxy but understand I only wrote the tail ends of their relationship and it’s based on a Taylor Swift song; open ending

a/n: just a lil thought that tickled my brain on a roadtrip when I heard The Way I Loved You (Taylor’s Version)

“Here, let me get that for you.” Chan said with that breathtaking smile of his as he pulled the door open for you.

“Thank you.” You smiled back.

“You look absolutely stunning tonight.” 

His hand was placed respectfully on your mid back, guiding you gently through the restaurant.

“You don’t look too bad yourself.”

It didn’t take the two of you long to find your table.

“Y/n!” Lia squealed, rushing to hug you. Giggling, you threw your arms around her.

“It’s been too long!”

“Agreed. We need to work on that.”

Pulling away, Lia turned to your guest, sticking a hand out to introduce herself.

“I’m Lia, the best friend. You must be Chris.”

He accepted her hand, smile lighting up the room.

“I am. Y/n’s told me a lot about you.”

Lia’s eyebrow raised as she looked back over at you.

“All the terrible things, I’m sure.”

He just smiled, taking the joke in stride.

The night went on a little too easily. Conversation flowing easily, the atmosphere comfortable. Chan picked up the bill and offered to order an uber for Lia, to which she rejected, looping her arm through yours instead.

“Well, it’s been a great evening, but if you don’t mind, I’m gonna be taking our girl with me. We have a bit of catching up to do.”

“I don’t mind at all. It really was great to finally meet you.” He smiled at Lia before looking at you. “Call me when you get home?” He asked, you nodded in agreement and he grinned, pressing a gentle kiss on your lips. “You two ladies enjoy the rest of your night then.”

You both watched on as he walked away.

“Damn, he has a great ass.” Lia commented, whistling in appreciation.

You laughed, smacking her shoulder. “Don’t catcall my boyfriend.”

“I’m just callin’ it like I see it love. And that man has a fine ass. But he’s got an even better personality, like damn girl, talk about moving up in the world.”

“I mean I guess you could say that. He does respect my space. And he’s always on time, and he’s charming.”

“He could be charming when he wanted to.” You didn’t need her to clarify who he was.

“And he’s sensible, you know.” You continued, ignoring her attempt at getting you to talk about what was really at the tip of your tongue. “He always has an answer to everything. He’s genuine with me, it’s all perfectly comfortable.”

“But…?”

But.

Because of course there’s a but when it comes to such a seemingly perfect guy. 

The lights were giving you a headache, you thought if you had to talk to one more stranger you’d pour your drink on their head or start crying. 

You’ve dated Yoongi long enough to know this is just how nights like these go, that once it’s been long enough that he won’t get in trouble with his management for leaving, he’ll wrap an arm around you and swish you away.

You just kept smiling, having perfected the show smile early on in your relationship. You stayed close to any of the boys you could find. You sat with Jungkook for a while before he wanted to dance, you’d found a corner with Tae and Jimin, which lasted until Jin called them over for a conversation he’d been having with some snobby looking people. All in all, these events were possibly your least favorite thing that came with dating a member of a world famous group.

You were ready to excuse yourself to the bathroom for the duration when a hand found its home on your lower back. Almost too low to be appropriate.

“What’s a gorgeous thing like you doing all alone?”

Smiling, you turned towards him, looping your arms around his shoulders in a way that you knew seemed dainty.

“I believe that’s the first real smile I’ve seen out of you all night. Is this really that miserable?”

“I just don’t feel very good. I’m ready for my pajamas and maybe a tub of ice cream.”

“And an episode of our show?”

You couldn’t help but grin at that. “Oh absolutely.”

“Perfect. Okay, let me say goodbye to the boys and let my manager know we’re leaving. I’ll be right back. I love you so much.” Placing a gentle kiss on your nose, he squeezed you once before releasing and moving further into the room.

The flash of cameras turned your attention away from him and you waved shyly, keeping a polite smile plastered in place and knowing the media will be eating up such a tender moment of the Suga. You put on a show for them anytime you knew the cameras were turned to you, knowing the tenderness they catch a mere glimpse of is your reality everyday.

“Hey! That door was shut for a reason.” You grumbled.

“Yeah, to keep everyone else out.” Yoongi said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“Exactly. Everyone else.”

“That’s what I just said?”

“Everyone includes you, Yoongs.”

He just shrugged before making himself comfortable on your bed.

You rolled your eyes, huffing in annoyance. “You know, girls have boundaries, right?”

“I know. I just don’t see you actually setting them. Do you want me to leave, Y/n?”

“Oh fuck off.” You responded, shoving his shoulder.

“That’s not a yes.”

“I can’t stand you.”

He just laughed, pulling you into his chest and kissing the top of your head.

“I don’t understand what the big deal is.”

“The big deal is that you spend more time cooped up in your studio than you do with me, Yoongi.”

“You knew what you were getting into when we started dating.”

“And I’m not asking you to change, I just,”

“Well damn, Y/n. It kinda feels like you are. I can’t just stop doing my job because you’re feeling needy.”

“I’m not asking you to! I’m not. I am just asking you to act like you give two shits about your girlfriend once in a while and show up when we make dinner plans!”

You watched as his eyes slowly widened in realization. “That was tonight?”

Sighing, you turned and opened the door to his studio, already halfway out. “Yeah, Yoongs. That was tonight.”

You were outside and walking down the cold rainy street when Yoongi caught up to you. 

“You’re gonna catch a cold.”

“Not like you care.”

“Come one, don’t say that. You know I care.”

You stopped and turned on your heel, causing him to almost run into you.

“It doesn’t really feel like it right now Yoongi.”

“I’m sorry I forgot about our dinner plans,” You scoffed, turning to continue walking. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t care and it definitely doesn’t mean I’m just gonna let you wander around in the rain and get sick!”

“You wouldn’t even know I was out in the rain if I hadn’t come to your studio.”

He reached out, hand enclosing gently around your wrist and tugged you back into him. 

“You’re absolutely right. Because I would’ve assumed my beautiful girlfriend was safely in our home curled up on our couch or in our bed, all cozy and perfect because you love rain but hate going out in it. But now that I do know you’re out in it, I’m not gonna just let you get yourself sick.”

You didn’t know how to respond, eyes flitting between his hand and his eyes, which were so soft and earnest, your lip stuck between your teeth. Sighing, you finally felt your body begin to relax.

“I’m still mad at you.”

“And you have every right to be.”

You nodded, reaching a hand up to clasp around his, “Do you have an umbrella?”

He blanched. All color draining from his face before he flushed bright red. “No…”

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you, grinning as you pulled him in closer for a kiss.

His hands quickly found their home around your waist, pulling you closer to him. And you relished in the warmth of his body against yours, at war with the cold rain hitting the rest of your exposed skin and seeping into your clothes. You brushed some wet clumps of hair out of his eyes after pulling away.

“Take me home, Yoongs.”

You stared blankly out the car window as you watched lights from buildings pass by, the air thick with tension but you had no interest in being the one to break the silence. Yoongi’s knuckles were almost white from how tightly he was gripping the steering wheel.

You felt his eyes on you for a moment before you heard his tongue click against the top of his mouth in a tsk.

“Are you gonna say anything?”

You spared him a glance before locking your eyes back on the window.

“Got nothing to say.”

“You and I both know that’s a lie, Y/n.”

“We’re both upset and talking right now will just lead to more arguing.”

“Then let’s argue, Y/n. We’re in a relationship, people in relationships argue. I’d rather have a million arguments with you than have you feel like you can’t talk to me.”

You scoffed a laugh, finally dragging your eyes away from the window. 

“I don’t want to argue, Yoongi. I’m so tired of arguing. I just want to be able to enjoy time with my boyfriend without wondering if there’s going to be something that sets one or both of us off.”

“I’m leaving.”

“What?” His voice was so soft, almost non existent despite the silence of your shared apartment. The place you’d called home for so long.

“I love you. I love you so much it hurts sometimes. I just can’t do this anymore, Yoongi.”

Y/n watched as he bit at his lip nervously, brown eyes shiny with tears. He closed them, looking up at the ceiling and taking a deep breath.

When he looked at you again, you felt all the air rip out of your lungs.

“I love you too, Y/n.”

He pulled you closer, kissing you with as much emotion as he could put into it. You looped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him flush against you. You ran your fingers through his soft hair and kissed him until your body was protesting.

“I will always love you.”

When you pulled away, you touched your forehead to his, refusing to open your eyes and see the turmoil in his.

“Goodbye, Yoongi.”

Taking a deep breath, you pulled yourself out of his arms, ignored his voice calling your name, and walked away.

“But he doesn’t know me. He can’t tell when I’m faking a smile. He doesn’t really get my jokes. He doesn’t break my heart.”

“That one doesn’t sound like a bad thing, Y/n.”

“It is though! He doesn’t break my heart because I don’t really feel anything at all. He’s just, fine. He’s quite possibly the kindest, most generous man I’ve ever met. I literally could not ask for a better guy. But he’s not,”

“Yoongi.”

You nodded, shoulders slumped as you admitted to your best friend the thing you’d been struggling to admit to yourself for so long.

“I feel like I’m just stringing him along and wasting his time all because I can’t get over the man that I couldn’t make it through a week without fighting with. I miss him, Lia. I miss how batshit crazy he made me feel, I miss the screaming and fighting and making up, I miss him. I miss the way I loved him. And I don’t even know where he is or what he’s up to. I’m dating the world’s most considerate man, and I feel nothing because I just keep comparing him to Yoongi. And despite the hell he put me through, Yoongi always wins.”

Lia’s eyes were filled with pity, which would drive you crazy in any other situation, but you needed someone to be sympathizing at that moment.

“What if I could tell you where he was?”

Your head shot up at your friends words.

Lia shrugged. “I kept in touch. He was my friend too, y’know?”

Uncertain on if you wanted to cry or squeeze your friend out of joy, you just nodded.

With a raised brow, Lia’s lips quirked into a crooked smile as she pulled out her phone.

It rang a few times before he answered, you held your breath as Lia chatted with him for a moment.

Before you could decide to back out, have her hang up, realize quite how bad of an idea this probably was, especially with Chris waiting on you to text him, Lia turned her phone to you and painfully familiar eyes locked on yours.

You were torn between wanting to reach over and end the call, or curl up and talk for hours, basking in his addictive attention

He looked good. His hair was a little longer than he used to keep it, messy from where he’d probably been running his hands through it while working on a song. You wanted to reach out and smooth it down.

“Y/n.” His voice sounded stuck in his throat. Like he couldn’t fully believe he was saying your name to your face. And you were drawn in, throwing caution and sense to the wind.

“Hi, Yoongi.”

a/n: in my mind, there is no cheating, they just chatted some that night, Y/n called Chan the next day and they sat down together and she told him everything and they very maturely agreed it wasn't going to last much longer anyways and Chan encouraged her to get her mans. I do have somewhat of a sequel in mind if anyone would want that but I also think this is a perfect little short fic in its own right lol.

thanks for reading and as always let me know what you thinks!

[iveneverbeenhere]

Mon Amour | NM & JK

Pairing: Namjoon x reader x Jungkook

Genre: Poly! BTS, established relationship, unrequited(?) love but not really, lowkey angst????? Maybe but it’s just cause Jungkook is stupid

CW: none, kinda sad, jungkook drinks, everyone bi inthis idgaf

Word count: Under 2K

A/N: WOOOOOO I’m free from the shackles of responsibility. Not sure how I feel about this but the poly bts wip post seemed to get a good reaction. Enjoy 🫡

Baby, you’re my kryptonite

Honestly, you make me wanna

“Ohhh, sexy Namjoon!” drunken words fall out of his mouth as though it was proper conversation.

Rvike: lol Jk is very drunk I see.

“Namjoon!” He exclaims in a slurred fashion.

Rvike: Wrong.

Rvike: Wanna take another guess “chic boy” lol

His eyes widen, looking like a small galaxy underneath his purple and blue LED lights. His pink lips part slightly in an “o” shape, and his tongue and teeth show through slightly.

“Huh?” He squints as if trying to remember something important.

“What…Oh! Noona! It’s you!” He cries out. He’ll get another noise complaint later, but the alcohol in his system makes him loose.

Rvike: Yep! There’s my smart boy.

He smiles. Alcohol makes him very loose.

Jungkook took a long time to warm up to you. He scowled at you when you were introduced as Namjoon’s girlfriend. Like hell, you two are serious. Namjoon told you “It’s just an adjustment period.”. Jungkook just needed to get used to you being around. He always treated him gently even as he grew into adulthood. He’s not sure if it’s because he still sees him as a kid or because he sees him as someone special.

“I don’t like her.”

“Why?”

“I just don’t.”

Tae and Jimin give each other a knowing look while eating their takeout. Tae chokes on his noodles as Jimin chuckles holding his chopsticks.

“What?” Jungkook crosses his arms and pouts as he questions them. He hates not being involved.

“Jealous much?” Jimin snorts as V throws his head forward, still holding the noodles in his mouth.

He furrows his brows, slamming his palms onto the table and shaking the silverware with his force. His ears turn red as he raises his voice reactionarily, “Of what?”

“Hi.”

You give Jungkook a small wave, tiptoeing towards him in your silettos. You slowly approach him like a stray rabbit. Afraid that the moment you make a slightly harsh move, he’ll run away scared.

He turns his head around and narrows his bloodshot eyes. His hair is dishelved as his nose drips like a leaky faucet. His makeup runs down his face in streaks, h There you stand gorgeous in your evening dress. You look like a goddess, someone to worship and devote their lives to you; to have your praises sung from the heavens while mortals like Jungkook can only destroy themselves in envy.

“You are my everything. Where my happiness begins and ends. The world falls apart when I’m with you; leaving me with nothing except us and our future. I—I feel truly present within myself whenever I’m with you. I may not be a perfect man and we’ve had our fair amount of disagreement. Ah–I can see you nodding your head. That’s cute. Oh, god, don’t make me cry too! In every moment, you’ve been there. You’ve supported me, loved me–made me a better man. I may not be able to fulfill all your expectations of me; however, I’ll be more than happy to stand next to you for the rest of my life.”

Don’t say it.

“Will you–”

Don’t fucking say it.

“Marry”

Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. The moment you say it, I’m finished. The moment you say it, I’ll mean nothing to you. I’ll be nothing.

“Me?”

Fuck.

“I saw you leaving during dinner; which, y’know, seemed weird cause you’ve been complaining about wanting to eat the whole night.” You fidget with your new wedding ring over your long velvet gloves. The gold brings out the shine in your eyes, highlighting your long lashes. The small smile you give shows the gap between your front teeth. You’re so charming it's disgusting.

He turns his head and sniffles.

“I’m fine.” He mutters as wobbles onto his feet.

You stumble over; ghosting over his shoulder, worried he’ll fall face-first into the floor.

“Hey, are you sure because I can call an Uber–”

He roughly shoves his shoulder away from you leaving you standing in the cold night air.

He hates you and himself a little more that night.

He gets an earful that morning from Jin.

“The least you can do is show some conduct! Just because you’re jealous of Namjoon doesn’t mean you get to worry us all sick!”

Jungkook doesn’t understand what he means by “jealous of”.

Still, despite his standoffish attitude, he warms up to you.

You have a loud laugh that rivals Jin’s in obnxiousity. You feed Bam and Yeontan whenever he and Tae are too busy. You always ask how everyone in the group is doing. Most of all, he sees how happy Namjoon is with you. His dimples permanently frame his face and his eyes resemble a crescent moon when he’s in your presence. He looks at you you’ve given him life itself; although, something still feels off.

“Oiiii, Jung-kookkieeeeee.”

He bursts out in a bunny smile as he sits up in bed.

“Yesssss, Noonaaaaaaa.”

“You want dinner?”

“Absolutely–Wait why do you ask?”

“Oh, Namjoon and I were just thinking about you. He said this dish is your favorite, so why not share.”

His heart beats a little faster than he would like at that statement. He giggles as his cheeks turn pink.

“Ok, you want me to bring anything?”

“Just yourself. You’re more than enough.”

He knows you mean that statement jokingly, but he can’t stop thinking about it on the way to Namjoon’s house.

When he arrives at the front door, you open it with Namjoon’s oversized hoodie and dark sweats on; wooden spoon covered in sauce in hand as you smile with a “Welcome!” it clicks.

Jungkook has never liked two people for this long. He’s had short-term crushes that have occasionally coincided with his long-term ones, yet they have never been so in sync as with his love for you and Namjoon.

Rvike: Jungkookie

Rvike: Jungkookie

“Hi, Noona.” He gives a toothy smile making his chews feel warmer than they already are.

Rvike: Kookie, sing me a song please

He leans into his arm as he giggles rereading your comment. His long curls tickle his eye lids.

“Sing me a song, which one?”

Rvike: Any song you feel like singing

“Song I feel like singing? Mmmm–Oh I know.” He quickly grabs his mic and pulls up the lyrics for his chosen song.

“This one’s for you and Namjoon Noona!”

Mon amour

You know you free my soul

You ride my wave, I control

Rvike: your voice is like butter

Rvike: I want to date you Jungkook

He chuckles and leans his head down with his bangs framing his face. His heart feels like its being squeezed.

“How can you say thing like that on live?”

A small fear sets in. He can’t help but voice it as his eyes go slightly wide.

“What will Hyung say?”

Rvike: lmao that was RM

Oh. oh. It’s a surprise but the squeezing feeling doesn’t leave. It feels like the hands have been replaced with another, stronger pair.

Rvike: Jk marry me

Rvike: I love you

He throws his head down on the counter next to his whiskey. His body shakes with laughter and embarrassment. He raises his head to show his small tears and wide smile. He runs his hands through his hair, wishing it was either one of yours. Suddenly, his apartment feels too big for him and Bam.

Rvike: lmao he’s also drunk

“Hehe, sorry for making you take care of us Noona.”

Rvike: Don’t worry

Rvike: I’ll take care of you both for the rest of my life if I have to

His eyes scan the message and he giggles. Everything feels so light but heavy when he’s drunk.

“You’re so sweet Noona. I love you.

Rvike: I love you too Kookie

Rvike: I’ll go take care of Namjoonie

Rvike: call me if you need anything

“Okayyyyy, bye Noona.” He gives a small wave.

He’ll think about calling you for the rest of the night. He’ll dream about sleeping between you and Namjoon. His large chest on his back, wrapping his arm around his waist. Your smaller hand will hold onto Namjoon’s as your other one guides Jungkook’s head into your shoulder. Jungkook always feels so small around you both. You’ll laugh about his hair tickling you as you drag your leg around him and Namjoon. Jungkook will grab you by your waist closer, as he’s always wanted as he tells you to bear with it. He’ll smell your jasmine perfume mixed with Namjoon’s musk and booze scent as he falls into slumber. There he’ll wake up the next morning to you and Namjoon smiling with him; instead of an empty bed and a hangover.

Je t’aime, Mon amour

I’ve been wildin’

Your love is so violent

You givin’ me solace

If only he could.

Je t’aime, Mon amour

You make me wanna dive in

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[kpopfanfictrash]

Elemental (Teaser)

(NEW) Posting Date: September 28th, 11:00 AM (CST)

Genre:  Second Chance / Magic!AU / Modern Fantasy

Pairing: Jungkook / Reader

Length: One Shot 

Synopsis: Fear has never been a foreign concept to you. Your entire life has been shaped by knowing you’re different, and fear of the stigma which might follow discovery. Although fire, earth, air and water Elementals have been public for decades, the fear-mongering around your kind hasn’t changed. Something you have intimate knowledge of, having experienced it firsthand. Since then, you’ve done your best to hide your water powers. This is for your own safety, as your mom likes to say.

Safety flies out the window though, when you fall in love. Jeon Jungkook isn’t just any love, either, he’s the love. The one person making you feel as though your darkest corners deserve to be seen. Unable to control your magic around him, you find yourself faced with a horrible fact: you need to break up.

A plan which proves difficult when Jungkook simply refuses to go. And just maybe, you find the constraints you place on yourself don’t make sense anymore.

Author’s Note: Loosely inspired by the Seven MV. Songs to listen to: Dark Skies, A R I Z O N A; Fallingwater, Maggie Rogers; Cold Water, Justin Bieber; Hold Back the River, James Bay; Through Me (The Flood), Hozier

Estimated WC: 23K

Rating: 18+

Preview: 1,015

[ A/N: this is not the start of the story! There is a scene before this, but the teaser is starting here. ] 

“Tell me again.” Seokjin sits at the table, spooning yogurt and berries into his mouth. “Why did you have to end things with your boyfriend?”

Cracking open an eye, you glare from where you sit, slumped beside him. “You know why, Seokjin,” you grumble, lifting your head. “Not all of us can be air Elementals in perfect control of their magic.”

“You could be,” he counters, pointing his spoon. “If you put in like, five seconds of training and embraced your water powers instead of running away any time something bad happens.”

“I am not running.”

“No.” He lifts a brow. “You’re cowering, which is far less attractive.”

“I’m not cowering, either.” Scowling, you lower your head to rest on your arm. “I’m wallowing. Big difference.”

Scoffing, Seokjin’s spoon scrapes the bowl. Pushing back his chair, he heads towards the sink and turns on the faucet. The water itches a spot deep in your chest, almost taunting. 

“I can’t be too hard on you, though,” Seokjin says as he cleans. “You did get fired and dumped in one day – that’s pretty rough.”

“Does it count as being dumped if I did the dumping?”

“I’ll allow it.” He opens the dishwasher. “But only because really, you didn’t want to break up with Jungkook. You’ve just convinced yourself the world is better without you – something I highly disagree with, by the way, but can’t fault you for feeling. It’s too sad.”

“Thanks,” you mumble and close your eyes.

Two days have passed since your decision to end your relationship, and it hasn’t gone great, to put things lightly. On Monday, you barely left your room as rain poured from the sky. When you did manage to turn on the TV, the weatherperson on Channel 9 predicted local flooding.

Seokjin came home from his business trip that night, took one look at your face and helped to stop the storm. You sagged in relief, falling into a fitful round of sleep that only lasted three hours.

Seokjin is one of the few Elementals you know who embrace their power. Both his parents are air Elementals, and he recently took over their magical consulting business. It pays well, leading Seokjin to own a gorgeous three-bedroom apartment in the middle of the city. He got bored last winter, decided to post for a roommate and well, here you are. One of the few people in the city who don’t care if their roommate is an Elemental, so long as your rent is controlled.

Not that you’re in it for the discount. You truly don’t care, being an Elemental yourself. Seokjin’s laissez-faire attitude towards magic can be unnerving at times, though. You’ve lived your entire life under the assumption your existence is dangerous. All you need to do is Google for examples and here Seokjin is, living his life, seemingly none the worse for the wear.

He discovered your magic a month into being your roommate. Coming home early from a trip, he opened the door and stared, slack-jawed, while the dishes washed themselves in the sink. You looked up and swore, accidentally sending two dishes over the side.

Seokjin stared at the broken shards, then looked up. “You owe me new plates,” he called, heading into his room. After a minute, he poked his head out. “Hey – you think if we combined my wind and your water, we could create a waterspout but on land?”

“That’s… that’s a tornado, Seokjin.”

“Right.” He disappeared. “Well, something to think about!”

Months later, Seokjin still doesn’t understand why you don’t use your magic but respects the decision enough to leave it alone. At least, until things like this happen and he’s once more at a loss.

“Listen.” Seokjin turns, shutting the dishwasher with his hip.

“Oh, no.” You grip your coffee. “What now?”

He holds both hands in the air. “Nothing, nothing. Far be it from me to comment on your mistakes. I’m sorry – did I say mistakes? I meant learned life experience. Through mistakes.”

You grimace. “What there a question in all that rambling?”

“No question.” Seokjin gestures at the kitchen. “Just letting you know you can stay here, rent-free, until you figure things out. You know I’m only taking your money because you insisted. I really, really don’t need it. This place is already paid for.”

“Only because you frightened the seller so badly, they cut the price in half.”

“Hey.” Seokjin’s grin takes on a dark quality. “If they were willing to let their ingrained fear of Elementals influence their selling point, that’s on them. Not me.”

Fighting a smile, you lean back in your chair. “Fair enough. But seriously, thank you,” you add, smile fading. “This will give me time to come up with a plan.”

Nodding again, Seokjin leans on his counter. Tracing the rim of his coffee, he glances down the hall, towards his third bedroom. “You know…”

“No,” you respond, automatic.

Seokjin pouts. “You don’t even know what I was going to say.”

“You were going to suggest I use this time to work on my art.”

He shrugs. “Okay, maybe you did know. But seriously, why not?”

“Because, Seokjin.” Wearily, you exhale. “Every time I try and paint, I just feel this… block. I can’t explain it. Watercolors used to be the one place I could freely express my magic but lately… everything feels wrong. Nothing works like it should.”

Seokjin looks thoughtful. “How long has this been happening?”

“I don’t know, a few months?”

He sips his coffee. “Around the time you started dating Jungkook.”

Blinking, you realize he’s right. That’s almost exactly when you began dating Jungkook. The block started soon after, right when you suppressed other parts of yourself. Those early days hurt too much to think about though, and so you block them out.

“I don’t want to talk about him,” you declare. “Right now, what I need is to find a job. And earn money. Preferably, in that order.”

Seokjin’s lips twitch. “Let me know if the order reverses. I know a guy.”

[ TO BE CONTINUED ]

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