#jungkook mirror selfie

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[mister0ctopus]

apart-mental issues part 4

mini series - jeon jungkook

Pairings: Neighbor JK x Reader

Summary: Just your awkward and embarrassing encounters with your next-door neighbor, Jungkook.

PART 4 FINAL CHAPTER audentes fortuna iuvat after hours dark brown eyes

Ratings: 18+ ONLY! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Warnings: Explicit language, Mature Contents

Au/Genre: Mini Series, Neighbor JK, Enemies to Lovers, Smut, Fluff

Word Count: 5.7K

a/n: inspired by when i moved to my new apartment and my next door neighbor wasnt jungkook :(

🐙 Masterlist / talk2me?

apart-mental issues part 1 apart-mental issues part 2 apart-mental issues part 3 apart-mental issues part 4 (FINAL)

📜 audentes fortuna iuvat

“Fortune favors the brave. The world does not wait for those who stand still...

In the dynamic tide of economics, fortune does not favor hesitation—it rewards those who move forward with intention and purpose. Thank you.”

The sound of polite applause filled the classroom, cutting through the nervous tension that had been clawing at your chest since the start of your presentation. You exchanged a look with Sean, whose face was a mix of pride and relief. Weeks of sleepless nights, endless revisions, and caffeine-fueled discussions had paid off. Finally, it was over.

As the professor dismissed the class, you and Sean shared a high-five, the kind that stung your palm but left you grinning like an idiot.

“You want a ride to work? I’m heading that way anyway,” Sean offered as the two of you exited the lecture hall.

“Sure, thanks,” you replied, fishing your phone out of your bag to check the time. The sight of your wallpaper made you pause. It was a candid mirror selfie you’d taken in the grocery store a few weeks ago, Jungkook holding a grocery bag in one hand, his tattooed arm possessively wrapped around your shoulders.

Your thumb hovered over the screen. Lately, you’d been trying to stay more organized, a goal you had set for yourself after your talk with Jungkook a couple of days ago. Alarms, sticky notes, even your wallpaper—anything to keep your forgetful brain in check.

Before you could type, his name popped up on your screen.

nextdoor<3 [11:05 PM]: Going to work now? 😀

You smiled, already typing a response.

You [11:05 PM]: Heyyy! I was just about to text you. Yeah, catching a ride with Sean

Sean was busy rummaging through his pockets for his car keys as you walked toward the open parking space.

nextdoor<3 [11:06 PM]: No need. Turn your pretty ass to your left. 😋

Your head snapped to the left, and you let out a small gasp... there he was, leaning against his car with a wide grin. His hands were tucked into his pockets, and he looked so effortlessly handsome and cool in his casual oversized white shirt and acid washed jeans.

Sean followed your gaze. Before you could explain, Jungkook was already striding toward you, with his stupid grin.

“Hi,” he greeted casually, his voice a little chipper as his eyes locked with yours.

“Hey! Um, this is Sean, you know him…” You gestured between them, trying to mask your flustered state.

“Sean, YN’s classmate and case study partner,” Sean introduced himself, offering a cheerful smile and an outstretched hand.

“Jungkook,” he replied, shaking Sean’s hand firmly. “YN’s boyfriend. I’m here to pick her up.”

Your eyes widened as your head whipped toward Jungkook. Boyfriend? He didn’t even glance at you, keeping his focus on Sean, who looked equally surprised.

“Oh! I didn’t know YN had a boyfriend,” Sean said, his confusion evident, looking at you with a wide smile.

“Uh, well… You never asked!” you laughed nervously, playfully tapping Jungkook’s shoulder. He didn’t so much as flinch, his attention still fixed on Sean.

Sean chuckled. “Well, take care you guys! Nice meeting you Jungkook! See you later, YN!” He waved and headed off toward his car.

Once Sean was out of earshot, you turned to Jungkook. “Boyfriend? What was that?” your tone was clearly curious and surprised.

He kept his grin and shrugged nonchalantly, taking your bag off your shoulder and grabbing the books from your hands. Without a word, he started walking toward his car with a smirk.

“Jungkook!” you called after him, your tone rising as you trailed behind him. He opened the backseat to place your things inside before moving to the passenger side to open the door for you.

Him not answering you was making you a little frustrated, and you stood there, arms crossed, refusing to get in.

“Are you mad?” he asked finally, his tone calm but his wide teasing grin was plastered all over his stupidly handsome face.

“I’m not. Yet. But if you keep ignoring me, I will be.”

His smirk turned into a wide, bunny smile. “Baby, you’re my girl. I don’t care if you haven’t figured it out by now. Now, get in the car, my princess baby gorgeous angel, or you’re going to be late for work. Unless… you want to call in sick and spend my day off with me instead?”

“Yeah, something is wrong with you” you playfully sighed and slid into the car, but as you did, you bumped your head against the doorframe. It wasn’t hard—actually, it was quite soft. As you looked up, you found his hand already there, gently covering your head as if he were used to this. Instead of saying "oopsie," you just smiled and rolled your eyes as a thank you because this wasn’t new.

He shut the door behind you, his laughter soft as he walked around to the driver’s side.

“Seriously, though. I told you, I don't like bothering you.” you asked once he’d settled into his seat.

"I also told you that I’m here. Bother me? My girl could never bother me. You just gotta figure out how to need me,” he said, pulling down the sun visor over your head as the midday sun began to shine through.

“Who says I’m your girl?” You raised an eyebrow as you removed your hoodie. The midday summer heat was starting to make you comfortable in just your tank top underneath.

“You did,” he replied with a grin as he ran a hand through his dark hair.

You paused, trying to remember. “When?”

“A couple of days ago, when you came on my fingers, I thought it was pretty clear—”

“Jungkook!” you shrieked, hands flying to cover his mouth as heat flooded your face. "What is wrong with you!"

He laughed against your palms, pulling them away gently.

“What’s wrong with me is that I’m getting greedy,” he admitted, his tone softening. “I know I said I didn’t need answers from you, but that doesn’t mean I’ll stop saying and doing what I want.” He cocked his head, his gaze locking with yours. “Kiss me right now if you don’t like it.”

Your gasp at his audacity. “Wow. I want my patient, gentle Jungkook back.”

“Don’t summon him. You get this version now.” He gestured to himself with a chuckle.

“And who am I talking to right now?”

“You want to know?” he murmured, leaning closer. His gaze dropped to your lips, and your pulse quickens. He inched closer, his breath brushing against your cheeks.

You froze and gulped, which made him smirk when he saw.

You wanted to roll your eyes at how easily he could make you feel this way, but then, he claimed your mouth as if it were his.

His lips moved with determination. Confident. Slow. The flick of his tongue against your lower lip sent a shiver through you, and you couldn’t help but surrender to his kiss. You parted your lips, inviting him in like a welcomed guest, and he decisively came to take residence, as though your tongue were his home and this was no mere visit.

His tongue possessed yours with patience, as if he had all the time in the world.

To taste you. To tease you. So slowly, so surely.

Jungkook knows how to kiss, and he knows it well.

The proof lay in the way your hands instinctively reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling him closer. In response, his lips wandered down your neck, unhurried yet utterly consuming, moving lower and lower until they reached your chest. His tongue flicked over your skin just above the curve of your breasts, drawing a soft moan from you as your grip on his shirt tightened, desperate to bring him closer.

“Jungkook…”

And just as you were about to lose yourself in him—

he pulled back.

huh?

His thumb brushed over your swollen lips, his tongue poking at his inner cheek.

You stared at him, wide-eyed, breathless, chest heaving, cheeks flushed.

“I told you, you’re my girl,” he said with finality, buckling your seatbelt before starting the car to drive you to work, grinning like an idiot while you’re still gasping for air.

🍻 after hours

The week flew by quickly, and your classes were becoming more relaxed as you focused solely on lectures, giving you more time to rest.

Work had been lighter too, with the full staff back. Your manager had kept her word, giving you an extra day off tomorrow now that your workmates were back from being sick.

Hours passed, and more customers trickled in. The bar filled with the usual noise and chaos, but you didn’t mind. You glanced at the clock—just two more hours until you could go home.

Thoughts of sleeping in, tangled up with Jungkook, ordering takeout, watching silly shows, chatting about your week, and doing absolutely nothing together kept you going.

You had just returned from the kitchen when you noticed the inner booth was now occupied. You quickly weaved through the tables, only to find…

Him, again?

Jungkook looked up at you, his familiar bunny smile stretching across his face. His nose scrunched, eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Huh?” you blinked in surprise. “What are you doing here?”

“Having a good time,” he replied smoothly, his voice like velvet. That black leather jacket he wore hugged him just right, over a plain white shirt, paired with jeans.

Omg. Seriously this man.

All you could think about was how good he’d feel against you later tonight. So firm, so warm.

“Jungkook, seriously!” You snapped out of your thoughts and tried to keep your cool, scanning the room. “Are you here with friends?”

“Nope,” he said, leaning back in the booth with that smug grin—that fucking grin— that made you want to smack him and kiss him all at once. “I’m here to pick my girl up. Couldn’t wait to see you. And…” His voice dropped, his gaze trailing over you shamelessly, “...I wanted to watch you work.”

“What are you on today!” You shoved his arm, fighting back the laugh that bubbled up, your cheeks burning. “You didn’t have to pick me up again! Also where is the goodie-softie Jungkook?”

He shook his head, a cocky grin spreading across his face. “He’s not here. You get this greedy Jungkook now.” His eyes are full of mischief.

"You can keep being miss independent, which you are, insisting you don’t need me for all you want, but like I said, I'm gonna do what I want to do. I’m done pretending I’m okay waiting around.”

He stared at you, eyeing you up and down, not even trying to hide it.

Your arms crossed, more for self-defense against the butterflies erupting in your chest than anything else. You narrowed your eyes at him. “Okay, seriously, stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?” he asked, feigning innocence as he tilted his head, his lips curling in that trademark teasing smile.

“Like you’re going to eat me.”

His grin widened as he leaned forward, elbows resting on the table.

“Oh, I am.”

Your breath hitched, but you fought to keep your composure. “Then, baby, you have to be patient until we get home.”

Jungkook chuckled as he leaned back, slipping his hands into the pockets of his jacket, shaking his head. “Oh, baby, I’ve been patient for months. A few more hours is nothing.”

“Good,” you replied, though your voice wavered slightly. “Now I have to get back to work.”

Before turning away, you paused. “Do you want anything?”

He smirked, playing with his lip ring like he had all the time in the world. “You.”

“Jungkook…” You rolled your eyes, but the involuntary smile tugging at your lips gave you away.

“Just a root beer float, please.” He glanced at your name tag, “YN”, dragging out your name like it was the tastiest word to ever roll off his tongue.

The way your name slipped from his lips sent a rush of heat straight down your legs. “Coming right up,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady as you turned to head back toward the kitchen. But you couldn’t resist glancing at him over your shoulder.

You caught him staring, his eyes fixed on your ass, your tight skirt hugging every curve.

“Jungkook!” you hissed, shooting him a glare.

He just shrugged, his Cheshire cat grin widening.

--

When your shift finally ended, you didn’t bother changing out of your uniform, too eager to go home with him. Throwing on your jacket, you headed out, your coworker Rosie giving you a knowing smirk after all the blatant eye-fucking that had transpired throughout the evening between you and Jungkook.

You just blew her a kiss and waved.

Outside the bar, the night was cold, the wind biting at your legs as you spotted Jungkook standing where he’d waited for you last time. His hands were shoved into his pockets, his solid figure a stark contrast against the soft dark of the night.

As you approached, he stretched out his hand to you, his smile softening into something that made your chest ache. Without a word, you slipped your hand into his, and two of you walk swiftly toward his car, your strides charged with intent and urgency.

👁️👁️ dark brown eyes

The moment you slide into the passenger seat, Jungkook wastes no time. He leans in, cupping your face gently yet possessively, and kisses you deeply. His tongue slides into your mouth, exploring, making sure to taste every angle of you. A soft moan escapes you, and he groans in response, his hands gripping the base of your jaw just a little tighter.

He pulls away for a brief second, his forehead resting against yours as he catches his breath. But the break doesn’t last long—his lips are back on yours, this time sucking on your tongue, his own sliding against it in a way that makes your head spin.

Heat pools low in your belly, and you clench around nothing. You feel the ache between your thighs and press them together to soothe it.

“Fuck,” Jungkook groans, his voice rough and strained as he suddenly pulls away, his pupils blown wide with desire. “Let’s fucking go home right now before I lose it,” he says, his voice low and desperate as he buckles your seatbelt with hurried hands.

Without another word, he starts the car. The engine roars as he grips the steering wheel with one hand. You’re still catching your breath, your lips tingling from his kiss, as you watch him drive a little faster than usual. His eyes stay focused on the road, but you notice the subtle bob of his Adam's apple, as if he’s swallowing down words he can’t bring himself to say.

Your gaze shifts to his hands, gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turn white. It’s as if he’s using every ounce of control to keep himself in check. And yet, with every stolen glance at him, the tension only grows stronger.

Twenty minutes later, as soon as he parks the car in your apartment lot, you fumble with your seatbelt, unbuckling it in record time. Before he can even react, you reach for him, pulling his face into a hungry kiss. It’s more sloppy and messy this time, your tongue trailing down his neck, licking, biting, and sucking at his pulse points, making his breath hitch. You know the way you’re marking his skin will leave evidence, but you don’t care. Neither does he.

The kiss deepens, and his need for control emerges. One of his hands cups the back of your neck, guiding you exactly how he wants, while the other finds your chest, firmly grasping your clothed breast. He kneads and squeezes, the pressure making you moan into his mouth.

You tug on his long locks, eliciting a guttural whimper, making you squirm in your seat. Suddenly, the blinding light of an approaching car floods the space, like a spotlight, as if you’ve been thrust onto a stage to perform. The two of you freeze, still panting, until the car passes and settles into its spot. But more cars follow, one by one, claiming the surrounding spaces.

“Baby,” he rasps against your lips, his voice strained, dripping with desire, “let’s go inside.” He kisses you again, his lips urgent and needy, before dragging his mouth to your neck. “Please.”

You’re both a mess, drunk on lust and each other. Without another word, you stumble out of the car, your steps hurried and deliberate as you head toward your apartment building.

Halfway up the stairs, as if drawn together by some invisible force, you’re back in his arms. His mouth crashes into yours, devouring you with fervor, while your bodies grind against each other with an almost primal urgency.

He slams you against the wall, pinning you with his solid frame. His hard erection presses into your stomach, and he grinds against you. Your hand slips down to touch him through his pants, making his head fall forward against your shoulder.

“Fuck,” he hisses, his hands tighten on your waist.

He trails open-mouthed kisses down your neck, and you feel your skin prickle from the sensation.

You try to stay quiet, but when his finger slides under your short skirt, brushing against the damp fabric of your soaked underwear, you instinctively bite down on his shoulder.

With ease, he pushes your underwear to the side and slides one finger, gliding over your slick slit, gathering the wetness that’s been pooling since you left the bar.

You move against him, needy and desperate, and he smiles against the kiss. "Goddamn...so fucking wet."

You feel another finger slowly slides inside, and you stop kissing him and gasp for air as he pushes deeper and deeper. He looks around to make sure no one’s getting a free show, but you need his mouth, so you hold his face with both hands and kiss him again.

In steady motion, he pumps his fingers inside, dragging them nice and slow, but it only makes you want more. When he curls them, hitting that spot, you bite your lip, stifling the moans as he bites and licks your earlobe, his breath hot against your skin.

With every stroke, your body shakes, and just when you feel the sudden knot breaking, his tongue slides into your mouth, swallowing your moans as you come—hard, shaking, with your legs giving way. But his hand grips your ass, keeping you steady as you whimper quietly in pleasure, while he moves slowly inside you, riding your high.

Then, he pulls his fingers out, bringing them to his lips, licking them clean before shoving them into you, his gaze is dark, undone.

You’re both breathing heavily when you suddenly hear a door opening and closing from the hallway, as if it’s your cue to keep walking and continue this tryst in your apartment.

Without missing a beat, he takes the lead, pulling you toward his door, his keys jangling in his hand as he unlocks it. In an instant, you’re both inside.

As soon as you enter his house, he wastes no time. Your jacket and shirt are discarded on the floor. He lifts you effortlessly, guiding you toward his bed, kissing you hungrily as you move.

He gently lays you down as if you're the most fragile thing, but as soon as your back hits the bed, he grabs your ankle, pulling you to the edge. Kneeling between your legs, his eyes burn with need as he prepares to feast on your body.

With one quick motion, he pulls off your panties and tosses them aside, leaving you in just your tight, short skirt.

“This fucking tease of a skirt. Do you know how many times I’ve imagined pushing this up and have you like this?“ he murmurs.

You spread your legs wider for him, and he hooks them over his shoulders, diving into your folds with a fervent hunger. His tongue moves with slow, deliberate precision. Your moans fill the room, his name and strings of curses tumbling from your lips as he devours you completely.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

The sinful sound of his mouth on your now dripping pussy fills the air. The knot in your stomach tightens, yet you crave more of him, so you press his head into your cunt, grinding against his face. It earns a deep, groan from him, sending shivers down your spine.

"Jungkook, I’m so cl—fucking coming again!" Your hands grip his hair, his shoulders, your tits, the blankets beneath you as your body shatters as you come.

"Uh-huh," he groans, his tongue lapping up your juices, licking you clean. Curses and his name echo in the room.

Your legs are still shaking when you feel him hover over you, kissing you slowly, making you taste yourself on his lips.

You lick your juices from his lips down to his chin—sweet and salty—before you feel him get on his knees, gripping the base of his thick, hard cock, pre-cum glistening in the soft glow of the night lamp.

You prop yourself up on your elbows, one hand curling around him, spreading the slick pre-cum over the sensitive tip. His sheer length and girth seem designed to destroy you completely.

What a sight—his mouth parted, eyes dark with raw hunger. And when he presses his thumb to your lips, you suck on it, desperate, obedient.

A hiss escapes him, sharp, followed by a long, broken whimper, like music to your ears.

"Baby, please," you whisper, though it comes out as begging, your voice cracking as you lay your head back down, your hand still pumping his cock.

“What do you want? Tell me,” he murmurs, cupping your face, the weight of his chest pressing you into the mattress.

“I want you,” you plead, grinding back against him. “Inside me. Please.”

He pauses,his gaze searching your face, as if trying to gauge whether you’re saying this out of need or if you’re truly certain. Many heated, nasty makeout sessions have passed between you, and though he knows your body has begged him for more, this is the first time you’ve ever said it aloud.

He’s grateful. He’s also scared. He also wants to cry.

“Are you sure? We don’t have to if you’re not ready—”

You cut him off with a desperate, hungry kiss.

“I’m sure. Please, I beg you. Fuck me, Jungkook. Please put your cock inside me.”

Without wasting time, he gets on his knees, and before you even realize it, he has opened a condom and rolled it on, his gaze locked on yours the entire time.

He towers over you. He brushes his tip between your folds, gathering your slickness.

Your cunt clenches with anticipation, and a sharp hiss escapes him. Then, he looks at you, as if silently asking for permission. You nod erratically.

"Please..."

He dips his head down, kissing you deeply, so deeply, and you moan, loud and sinful, the sound ripping from your throat as he finally enters you. It’s as if something inside him snaps. Jungkook fills you in one smooth, deliberate motion.

“Oh fuck so thick Jungk—". You gasp. A slight pain follows.

You’ve known it when you had him in your mouth so many times, gagging and choking on him, but nothing could’ve prepared you for how he stretches you now.

“Shit, baby. So fucking tight.” he hisses, his eyes shut in pleasure.

You wince, and he doesn’t move, kissing you tenderly, his hands drawing comforting circles on your arm.

As the stretch becomes more bearable, you look up at him, breathless. “Fuck me now, please.”

He sighs in relief, then sinks fully into you, his hips flush against yours.

He’s fucking you slowly, carefully, dragging his long, thick dick inside you, and you clench around him so tight that he throws his head back and curses under his breath.

“You have no idea how long I’ve imagined this” he growls, his voice rough and strained. “My cock inside you, fucking you like this—fuck.” He grunts with each thrust, his grip tightening on you.

You squeeze around him more, and he lets out a soft whimper, his body shuddering at the feeling of your tight walls.

And suddenly, he turns you over. Your ass is raised in the air, your face pressed into the sheets.

Tears sting the corners of your eyes as his tongue dives back into your pussy, licking, devouring. Then he stops. Just long enough to spit into your cunt before slamming into you again. Harder. Brutal. The force makes your eyes roll back, a gasp torn from your throat.

Each thrust sends tremors through your body. One hand pushes your head down, holding you in place, while the other grips your wrists behind your back.

You sob in pleasure. He feels so good, he fucks so good, so good.

“Jungkook—ah, fuck!”

“Baby, we have to be a little quiet,” he grins, his voice low and strained as he slams into you. “Thin walls, remember?”

“I can’t !” You can’t. You’ve lost control of your body, responding to every movement, every thrust, as Jungkook wills it. You can only take what he gives.

"You can’t?” he taunts, breath searing against your ear as he drags his cock out, achingly slow, until only the tip lingers. “Cock that good?” The words spill with a smirk, and then he slams back in—a deliberate, punishing thrust that rips the air from your lungs.

“Fuck—yes!” You barely recognize your own words.

“Yeah? You want my fucking cock?” His voice is two octaves lower, each word punctuated by a rough thrust, his hand squeezing your breast like he owns it.

“You like taking my fucking cock? Hmm?” Another thrust, harder this time.

You nod—wildly, desperately—tears spilling over, your body trembling, unable to stop.

"Then take it,” he commands as he leans in, his words grazing over your ear. “Take it like you mean it. Like a good girl. Take my fucking cock.” His hips snap forward, sharp and unforgiving, dragging a sob from your throat. Relentless. He drives into you harder, deeper, without a shred of mercy, ruining you completely.

You expected sex with him to be intense, consuming. You knew he knew how to fuck, knew he was an attentive and generous lover. But not like this. Not a wildfire that burns through every corner of your being, leaving nothing untouched.

When he feels your legs shake again, he slaps your ass and flips you onto your back, your body now facing his.

“Let me see your face, baby. Look at me, please.” You gaze up at him through teary eyes, your pupils hazy with lust. His hands gently move the strands of your messy hair from your face before wandering down to your breasts, his lips following the trail as his fingers brush your clit. He pushes his thick length back inside you, drawing a long, breathy moan from you.

“You’re so beautiful, holy shit,” he breathes, his voice soft and whimpery now, a sharp contrast to the commanding devil who had you bent and folded just minutes ago. “I can’t... too much... mmm—you’re gonna make me c-come... fuck,” he groans, abruptly stopping his movements. He settles into the crook of your neck, his abs flexing so hard you feel it against your stomach as he fights to control himself. You can hear his heavy breathing in your ear, his heartbeat thumping against your skin.

“You good, baby?” you ask, kissing his cheek.

“Yeah, sorry, give me a sec. Shit... I… You... you’re just too beautiful.” He laughs, burying his face back into your neck.

You laugh with him, but he winces. “Don’t laugh, baby. You’re squeezing me—ahhh,” he warns as he pulls out but stays on top of you, kissing your neck and shoulders.

“You’re killing me… You have no idea…fuck. I’ve imagined this so many fucking times... I knew you’d be perfect—God, I knew, but you just feel too fucking good. Too good… I can’t—"

He cuts himself off and doesn't give you a chance to respond to his rambling confession. He catches your lips in a slow, intense kiss as he pushes his hard length back inside you.

He pounds into you with purpose—steady, deliberate, charged. His fullness overwhelms, filling you completely. Your legs wrap tight around his hips, anchoring him closer, while his hand rests at the base of your throat, tender, almost reverent. A cruel contrast to the way his pace quickens, more forceful now, relentless, and then—

You break.

So intense, no words come out of you. Only muffled cries, soft whimpers, and shudders. Your fingers claw at his back, his biceps, his shoulders.

“Come for me just like that.” he whispers as he continues to slam into you.

His release comes soon after, his body shaking as he comes while you squeeze around him, milking every single drop of him. His moans mingle with yours as he thrusts erratically.

In one last, deep push, you both collapse together, breathless and consumed.

Your brain shuts down for a moment, and you feel your body twitch. His body drapes over you, his weight grounding you, pulling you back from whatever dimensional plane you’ve drifted to.

“Fuck.” Was all you can say, still catching your breath.

He laughs softly, his body still pressed against yours. "Damn, I came so hard... holy shit," he murmurs against the crook of your neck, planting gentle kisses.

You kiss his cheek and trace imaginary maps on his back.

“How do you feel, baby? Hmm? Did you like it?” he teases, the playful grin evident in his voice.

Spent and still catching your breath, you just shrug, flashing him a sly smile.

“I think the neighbors know you liked it,” he chuckles.

You roll your eyes, playfully slapping his shoulder. “Yes, Jungkook, you fucked me too good. I fucking loved it. Can’t wait for more.”

He throws his head back and laughs. "I don't think I'll ever get enough of you. I didn’t think this through. I’m fucked.”

“No, I’m fucked.” You answer and you join his laugh.

After lying there for a while, he props himself up on his elbow. "Shower?"

You want to, but you're so spent.

“Give me a sec, please.”

He laughs softly, sitting on the bed as he gently fixes your messy hair. His gaze softens as he stares at you.

"You’re so beautiful. Too beautiful. I don’t know what to do with you. What do I do with you?" He chuckles, then takes your hand, placing a soft kiss on your knuckles.

"Just hold me, don’t let me go." You smile softly, your fingertips grazing his beautiful face.

He catches your hand with both of his, holding it gently, with care.

“I remember the first time I saw you," he continues, the stars inside his eyes shining so brightly. "You looked so beautiful, I almost tripped over my own feet."

“Then you would've joined me, laying on the floor full of dirt in the hallway," you laughed at the memory.

He shakes his head, grinning. "No, that wasn’t the first time I saw you."

“What?" you sit up.

“You bumped into me in the parking lot. You were holding a small box with your coffee maker in it…”

A small smile tugs at his lips. “You were wearing a white top and jeans. You said ‘sorry’ without even looking at me, but…” He pauses, as if savoring the memory.

“I noticed how tightly you clung to that box, your eyes scanning the building from a distance, like you had everything you needed right there in your hands. You looked like someone from a movie… brave, bold, standing tall, ready to take on whatever came next. I’ve never seen anyone so small next to a building, and yet so impossibly big.”

His gaze meets yours. “You had this fire in your eyes, so full of life. From that moment on, I could only look at you with respect and admiration.”

He laughs softly, fiddling with your fingers. “I wanted to be wherever you were. You’re amazing, YN. I hope you see yourself the way I see you. Powerful…and beautiful. I could go on forever…”

Waves of emotions crash over you, spilling into the corners of your eyes. You look at him—really look at him—and you see him.

The first time you really took a good look at his face was when you bumped into him on the staircase, just before your tangerines went tumbling down. That was when you first noticed his dark brown eyes, wide and pure, but given the chaos of the moment, you chalked it up to his overall handsomeness.

Then you get to know him.

The first time you saw his eyes, his dark brown eyes, you noticed how they gleamed in the light, like soft stars scattered across the night sky, and in the dark, they sparkled with an infinite depth, as if they contained a universe light years and light years away… It was impossible to comprehend how one person could hold the vastness of a galaxy, all within the depth of his gaze.

Maybe the reason his eyes are so big and round is to see the good in people more clearly. And maybe they’re that way so others can see the fullness of his love.

His love is patient. His love is kind. It is not easily angered. It keeps no record of wrongs.

He smiles at you, the kind that crinkles his nose and creases his eyes.

The smile that exudes the carefree spirit of a boy with the quiet wisdom of a man.

His hair, a little longer now, falls in unruly waves, as if it can’t decide whether to be straight or wavy. It mirrors the turmoil in your thoughts, torn between being lost in the beauty of him or leaning in and being lost to the pull of his kiss.

“I love you,” you say, sincere and sure.

His smile blooms in his eyes before it reaches his lips.

He gives you a chaste kiss, tender and lingering. And as your lips part, he whispers,

“I love you.”

<-Prev

a/n: guys, we reached the end?! wuuut??? i really wanted this story to be comforting. i hope it comforts you the way it comforted me while i was writing this. i think this jungkook is my favorite. i even teared up a bit (ok fine i sobbed) when i wrote the last parts lol. thank you all so much for reading until the end. i’m very grateful for the support, kind words, and interactions. to think i only started posting last month? i'm so grateful to have found this community. i hope you're all doing well. i love you all. <3

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[ryeomin]

ಇ jungkook headcanons.

pairing : idol!jungkook x f!reader

genre: fluff, established relationship

𓇢𓆸 while on tour

:: brings you souvenirs from the different cities he goes to while on tour. :: you send each other cute photo dumps at the end of the day; him getting ready on stage, outfit checks, mirror selfie, pics with other members, him on stage. and you send pics of you trying a new café, what you ate today, you walking bam, your outfit before going out with you friends, you spending the weekend at his parent’s house (they love you a lot ♡) :: always make sure to wear the necklace you gifted him for the encore stage. :: sends you a text once he’s back at his hotel to know if he can call you. :: you always try your best to stay awake but if you fall asleep he will make sure to write a cute text for you to wake up to. :: before he leaves he will wear as many hoodies as he can so they can have his scent on them for you to wear or sleep with.

𓇢𓆸 at home.

:: you two have this routine where you watch a movie together once a week. one is in charge for the drinks and the other for the snacks. :: he loves to see you in his clothes. :: since you have the same taste as him in fashion he sometimes will buy matching shirts for you two. :: when he comes back from work he tries to bring you your favorite pastries if the bakery is open. :: karaoke nights are a must ! :: likes to make new recipes and you are always the first one to try them, complimenting him and telling him to share the recipe with army. :: loves when you hug him from behind while he is in the kitchen or the other way around. :: stay up late staring at you while in bed, sometimes will get up and write some lines about you, you are his muse.

𓇢𓆸 at work.

:: appreciates a lot when you come visit him during rehearsals to support him, kudos if you bring him an iced americano ! :: writes lyrics about you but will only show them to you when he deems them perfect :: your opinion matters a lot to him !

:: always tries to include you in his works, whether it is in the lyrics, the mv, the album packaging. :: asks if you are okay with your voice being used for the intro song of his album. :: loves to see you getting along with the other members ♡

[redcherrykook]

────𐙚 inevitable transition (a)

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content: cheater!jungkook

note from cherry: i've spent the past days horribly anxious and with all this nervous energy, i channeled this angsty fic. I hope it hurts in the rightest ways.

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Waking up to a silent phone.

Ordinary buzzing of your alarm and sheer nothingness after. The other side of the bed was left empty, touseld, not unusual. He does wake up earlier than you do, does have a tight schedule.

Your phone remained empty.

A routine you had gotten familair with recently.

Your "thinking about you baby" and "I love you my angel" texts have disappeared into thin air. Merged with the chirping of birds that are only audible for the ones who wake up early enough to witness them.

In actuality, they have been transfered to the screen of another.

Her arguably beautiful face lights up in the morning, greeted by his profile picture. Him, him and his doberman. For her, it did not matter when she woke, he'd been there. Left his traces, given security.

You knew this, yet he still kissed you with the same lingering smile, spit the same "love you" when met with your presence.

It had become routine after all, to behave like lovers.

Which explains why, when Jungkook changed his profile photo from him and you sharing a kiss, you did not question it. Brushed over it, like he did every time he came home late.

Until the lights started to give out as well, the apartment he came back to had turned dim. A house, simply that.

Jungkook no longer felt home.

His arms had not lost their strength and yet, an embrace had never felt weaker. A kiss never duller.

It seemed almost too perfect, how he'd put on a show- pretend as though all these miniscule things didn't turn into a portrait of his betrayal, did not hold any weight to them. An accumilation of odd details. If you didn't know better, he seemed close to oblivious.

"You're overthinking it" his voice ringed, filling your ears with a sentence that should have been reassuring, should have put your racing heart at ease, lowered your cortisol.

In contrast, that is far from what it had done to you. It should have been obvious why he started referring to you with your full name, should have been evident why it took him longer to respond, longer to like your posts and even longer to message first.

Well aware of who he was talking to when it showed he is online but your text still read delivered.

It was right before your teary eyes.

The livingroom clock ticks, time will pass recklessly, without control. The minutes will go by anyways.

You grew into the habit of reminiscing times of a near past- you had been his only once. When there had not been another number to dial, a selfie to open, a giggle to share.

Bittnernes from your morning coffee mingled with the question, if that reality ever existed in the first place or if- maybe, he has been awaiting a chance to escape, replace, all along.

'I'm so attached to you'- a simple string of a unkept words that have forgotten their true integrity somewhere along allure and temptation of another. He hadn't meant it, nor could he bare the slight drop in the corner of your diluded smile- one which used to possess the property of igniting a spark inside his chest.

Jungkook's attachment is mirroring a sticker stuck to the back of ones phone, peeling away from continued usage, drained of its color, barely grasping the surface. Simultaneously, it was however, no more than the remainders of its glue that you will never be able to rid yourself of- it would always be part of you.

You have been forgotten before- have blended into the anonymity of a growing circle when on your part, it has only been you two. an us. it would stay that way for you, for as long as your lungs work, as long as your heart pumps.

[bonny-kookoo]

Hello! I’m sure you’re busy with a million other things, but I absolutely love the IT XJK story that unintentionally happened. I love all your other works as well.

Could we get a short of IT oc getting asked by a superior at the company to talk to her about something and JK sees and misunderstands thinking she’s getting in trouble because of him?

Sending over love and good vibes always

First part: here Second part: here

You and Jungkook try hard to keep things professional at work, no matter the circumstances. No one seems to guess that just last night, you'd almost slept over at his place because it had gotten so late that you almost fell asleep on his couch after watching a movie together- only his hand shaking you awake and a cup of coffee able to somehow bring you back home.

Even though he asked multiple times for you to stay.

You're currently busy trying to identify a problem with the recording software on one of the pc's used to monitor the cameras filming, when someone Jungkook recognizes as a pretty high ranking manager taps your shoulder, and gains your attention. He can't hear what he's saying, but he also spots other staff behind the man looking rather serious- as you're led away by them, into a different room, away from everyone else.

His blood runs cold. Nothing happened between the two of you yet- but have they already found out? How so?

Maybe they monitored your phone, have found images he'd sent to you. Nothing too scandalous- simple mirror selfies he'd taken after working out, mostly dressed even, no big deal in his eyes. But now in hindsight, it could pretty much serve as damning evidence for something going on between the two of you, even if in reality you're just walking babysteps towards one another.

Fuck.

Or maybe they read your chats? He's been pretty heavy with the flirting lately, has been reaching out to you whenever he can, almost constantly checking in with you. He wants to have you around after all, all the time, but he also understands that down the line you've got a job to do, and can't just jump around to the tune of his demands whenever he wants you to. Have they read the rather suggestive messages he'd been sending you? He can think of a few.

God, he really fucked up.

"Are you okay?" Jimin asks from the side. "You're really pale." He worries, garnering the attention of Seokjin and Namjoon close by, who also now notice the rather spooked expression on the maknae's face.

"Y-yeah.." Jungkook mumbles a bit uneasy, standing up. He can't let you be fired- he's promised you he'd fix things if he screwed it up, and he plans on keeping his word. He doesn't know how they would even monitor yours or his phone, but it doesn't matter- he has to at least try and protect you somehow. "I'll be right back." He tells his bandmates, before he gets up to walk towards the room you've disappeared into with the others. He can glance inside between the halfway opened blinds, can see you sit down on a chair, while the other three men are standing, two with crossed arms while one talks to you. You look confused if anything, not scared, just bewildered, occasionally giving answers.

He can't have you fight this alone.

Two men leave the room, are surprised to see Jungkook on the other side of the door, and bow politely to the idol. "Jungkook-ssi?" The manager asks from inside, your eyes on him as well as you watch Jungkook enter the room, closing the door behind him. "Is everything alright?" He asks, and Jungkook nods.

"Yeah- just.." He starts, unsure. Especially when he looks at you and finds a look of sudden realization. "It's not her fault. I promise, I'm not just saying that to protect her or anything." He starts, and your eyes widen, the manager leaning his head to the side a little in question.

"What do you mean?" He asks, and at that, Jungkook becomes a bit uneasy.

"Is.. wait, what's.." He starts, and you just sigh, putting your face into your hand to hide yourself as you slide lower into your chair. Jungkook himself swallows hard, realizing that he might've misunderstood the situation, suddenly feeling like a cornered animal.

The manager looks between you and Jungkook for a moment, before his eyes sharpen. "Is there something I should know?" He asks, and you both stay silent at that, not daring to make eye contact. "I honestly though you were more professional than this." The manager sighs towards you, and you clearly want to just disappear.

"No, fuck, it's-" Jungkook tries to rescue this desperately. "-Aish.." He curses to himself, crossing his own arms. "It's my fault. I reached out to her first. I take full responsibility for whatever might happen." He says.

"It doesn't matter who reached out to who first." The manager declines. "What matters is that apparently, something inappropriate has been going on between the two of you, am I correct?" He demands to know.

"Nothing happened-" You start, but you're cut off.

"I'd be very careful with your actions and words right now, considering the situation you're in." The manager scolds you.

"She's right, nothing happened-"

"Yet!" The manager cuts him off, too. "Jungkook-ssi, imagine the scandal! World-renowned Idol has an affair with a staff member! Just imagine the chaos!" The man rants, running his hands over his face. "I don't care what you've been up to. I'll be setting up an NDA right now, and you better not leave this room until it is signed!" He barks at you, and you want to just cry.

You knew this was a bad idea.

"Consider your contract terminated. I'm sure we can find someone else to do your job who won't try and fuck-" He begins, but Jungkook is the one to talk suddenly, voice awfully serious.

"She didn't do any of that.!" He explains, arms crossed. "I reached out to her, she wanted to stay professional, I convinced her anyways because I genuinely feel a good connection to her." He says. "I don't care if you fire her, or have her sign an NDA- but I will neither let you talk like this about her, nor will I cut contact with her and before you ask, I know that that's what you'll be demanding of me." He says, and you look at him with concern, silently observing the two men staring at each other like wolves ready to fight.

"Does the rest of your bandmembers know how you're acting?" The manager demands to know. "I don't care if she's good entertainment, you're first and foremost an Idol, a brand, and if this spills out to the public, you'll taint the entire band and label with it!" He argues, but Jungkook shakes his head.

"Have her sign the NDA. Then she'll have no reason to talk." He explains calmly. "Or are you more worried that someone else might talk? That you might be tempted by the money this could make you if you were to sell that info?" He asks, and it clearly makes the man in front of him nervous. "I want you to sign one as well. Secured under the same amount of money as hers." He says, blocking the door.

"I won't be doing that." The manager declines. "I already signed one when I started to work here."

"So did she, I have to imagine." Jungkook responds.

"You're really protecting her? She will want money eventually." The manager says. "And your little adventure into the adult world isn't worth everyone's good reputation." He sneers.

"We have been seeing each other for months." Jungkook says. "And yet no one noticed. Curious. If I didn't say anything, you would've never known." Jungkook says.

"That's not the point-" The manager argues, but Jungkook won't have it.

"It is exactly the point." He argues against him. "Seokjin's relationship of what, five years now? Yoongi dating the hair stylist that joined two years ago. None of it has ever come out, has it?" He threatens. "Why is it suddenly so scandalous when it's me, I wonder?"

"That doesn't matter!" The manager scoffs.

"It does!" Jungkook says, angrily now. "It does to me! I'm not a child, and I believe it's time to make that clear!" He says, pulling out his phone.

"What are you doing?" The manager asks, and you're equally as confused.

"Calling a lawyer." Jungkook says, lowly so, like a threat, holding out his hand towards you, helping you out of your chair to pull you close to him as he opens the door, and turns around once to make one last comment to the man pale and frozen in place.

"I won't let you take this from me."

[isoobie]

moots and what they remind you of!

omg sorry this took so long 😢

@boyfhee / she reminds me of cats, bubble tea (even though she hates it), webtoons, kdramas, video calls, late night walks, shared playlists, making food together, baking, bsf tiktoks, sharing airpods, album unboxing, badminton, enoclock, heejay, mirror selfies, best friend dates, cute cafes & big fat HUGS

@weoris / she reminds me of cherry blossoms, spring, rain on a sunny day, ice creams, jungwon (of course 🤞🏻) & train rides !!!

@urszn / she reminds me of jelly 🫰🏻, dyed hair, field trips, sports day, filming funny tiktoks, mark lee n riki & curly haired guys

@voikiraz / mari reminds me of love hearts (the sweet), summer time, park sunghoon ur bf, the word pookie & funny reels

@hoonvrs / saint reminds me of coca cola, funny memes, relatable tiktoks, uncontrollable laughter, accidental voice calls (iykyk 🤞🏻) & HOON

@yeokii / hana reminds me of anyone but heeseung (jokes u remind me of hanni sm), the colour baby pink, angst fics 💔, discord, gaming, cheese corn dogs & floral perfume

@hysgf / mika reminds me of kiss of life, chaeryeong & heeseung, nude colours like beige grey n black, pinterest 👏🏻, black cats & madison beer

@okwonyo / jiji reminds me of mochi, pretty pink bows, compact mirrors, soft makeup, the colour pink <3, wonyoungism, pilates, wonyo & jake OF COURSE

@tyunni / may reminds me of skittles, riki obviously, yuqi + minnie, vintage cameras, sneaking out of lessons together 🙉 & theme park rides

@wonryllis / she reminds me of sweet drinks like milkshakes, halloween, late nights, tulips, the colour beige + purple, fantasy and historical webtoons, cyberpunk core, jungkook (your loml 🙈) & the city tokyo

@wvnkoi / seol reminds me of dancing competitions, fun days out, r&b rap music, mark lee n jaemin, the whole of zb1 n boys planet & the colour deep blue !!

@seongclb / kat reminds me of jayhoon SO MUCH, kdramas, big chunky black glasses, rap music, fluffy blankets 🤲🏻, teddy bears & an older sister!

@atrirose / seiu reminds of a pink girly, milkshakes, strawberries n cream, MINGYU, being a passenger princess 😾, barbie, banana bread & anything coquette !!!

@yenqa / yen reminds me of yunjin, nayeon + jay all combined into one, pretty nature, the colour lilac and sage, vanilla, bows, coquette fashion & stars

@100203s / chae reminds me of tall green plants, all the riize members, the colour green (a nice one like emerald) & wave to earth 🙈🙈

@jjunae / she reminds me of mocktails, summery fruits like watermelons and grapes, leehi the singer, yunjin n jongseob :D, cute decorative lamps & silly diy projects 🙌🏻

@bywons / sru reminds me of coffee, the colours light pink and light brown, seashells, quiet music, daffodils 🔥, JUNG WON (more than hee i think and maybe bc of ur user) & poetry

[ateez-himari]

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donatella_versace The House's Princess 💛 Looking truly heavenly! 👑

sansatori how can she look so expensive in a mirror selfie what 😩🙌

vivi.lia she's an icon, she's the moment, she IS the IT girl

tiger_mari one chance...Jungkook said it best 'yk night after night i'll be loving you right' 🥹🙇‍♀️

bluebrry in the 5 seconds it took me to process that photo she went from bias wrecker to bias i can't do this anymore

hi_marime she didn't just own the show, she owned Milan

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[#히머리] Day and Night by Jeju Island Waters. The sky is beautiful isn't it? #ATEEZ #애이티즈

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Star 1117 @.constela.tion Replying to @ATEEZofficial I need someone to see me how they see each other 🥹❤️‍🩹

Himari Updates @horangidates Replying to @ATEEZofficial They're using their break to go on vacation together?? My MinAri heart...🫠

mikah @himaswife Replying to @ATEEZofficial omg wait in Japan another way to say i love you is 'the moon is beautiful isn't it'. there's no way she wasn't making a reference to that

[tkvkfanfics]

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

!!! CHAPTER 2

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ ↝ Taehyung was painfully aware of the truth; life was never free. Every decision he made had a consequence, and it seemed clear what price he would have to pay if someone got to know about the true character of his and Jungkook's relationship. However, he had come this far and there was no turning back or throwing it away. Sadly, he wasn't too brave either.

↝ Taehyung's and Jungkook's relationship right under the nose of obviousness.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢꜱ ↝ taekook, idol⥏ taehyung x idol⥏ jungkook ↝ idol⥏ taehyung x original male character ↝ straight namjoon ↝ namjin, idol⥏ namjoon x idol⥏ seokjin ↝ idol⥏ seokjin x original male character

ʀᴀᴛɪɴɢ ⥏ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ ↝ mature 18+ ↝ angst, homophobia, explicit sexual content, self-realisation

ᴛᴀɢꜱ ⥏ ɢᴇɴʀᴇ ↝ secret relationship, slow-burn, awkward first times, awkward romance, complicated friendships, taehyung forgets he should play a detective, ↝ idolsAU, BTS 2016

ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ

ᴡᴀʟʟꜱ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴜꜱ

There wasn’t something Taehyung found more challenging but enjoyable at the same time than being an idol. He liked the silly photos Jin took and Hoseok later uploaded under their group profile on social media. He couldn’t stop the smile stretching on his lips while his finger was all red and felt dry scrolling up and down the comments spreading over the screen of his phone. Yet, they usually spent hours if not days trying to decide which photo from Hoseok’s wide collection, stuck in one folder of his gallery, would be the most suitable to see behind the borders of his camera roll. Whenever he recalled the burst of laughter from his friend, spilling the bits of the unchewed pork belly onto his hoodie, when he shared how their managers leaned over Hoseok's phone, busy debating which selfie the best presented their sharp chins and in which they seemed to be cross eyeing, it still drew the same confusion over his face.

“Taehyung-ah, I don’t understand your jokes, but your serious face can always make me lose it,” laughed his friend while he was wiping off the tears gathered around his eyes and streaming down his red, puffy cheeks filled with fatty food.

However, Taehyung wasn’t joking.

If there were five photos, each one sending an individual notification to their fan’s devices, displaying their faces among the lovely messages their staff usually left on their way to take the chaos of the shared profile in their hands, there were tens of videos, recorded on the more professional camera than their low-quality phones, zooming in on the synchronized choreography their legs, torsos and arms were attempting to sell.

Taehyung eyed the tripod standing at its usual place in the corner of the dance studio where it wouldn’t be visible behind their backs reflecting in the wall mirrors. He wore his most comfortable clothes, long and wide enough so when would be jumping, the hem of his T-shirt wouldn't reveal the skin of his belly. Their managers referred to it as an unnecessary distraction, but if it was true why did they dress Jimin into a sweater so loose around the collar that it exposed the full expanse of his light cutting collarbones even if he was just putting a foot in front of a foot?

“Hey, still stretching?” Jungkook returned with the refilled bottle handing it to Taehyung while sitting crossed-legged, leaning the small of his back against the bag conveniently thrown in the middle of the studio. Taehyung noticed how it wobbled, fearing to trip over, trying to endure the weight of Jungkook’s muscles. But it seemed Jungkook either didn’t notice or simply didn’t care, even wiggling to make himself more comfortable against whatever the fabric and zipper were hiding.

“Thanks,” smiled Taehyung, grateful he no longer had to pretend to be trying to touch his toes when all that shook his body were his huffs and sighs. He grabbed the plastic bottle from Jungkook’s hands, careful to not drop it as it felt slippery from the cold water still grazing along its surface. And instead of complaining, he pulled up the leg of his sweatpants until the tight cuffs weren’t stopped by his knee and he pressed the dripping but chilly bottle against his sore aching calf, moaning in relief.

“When are we starting?’ he turned back to Jungkook, finding him with his left arm bent high over his head, massaging his right shoulder, ‘If now, maybe I can still convince my legs to behave.”

He heard Jungkook snicker and when tilted his head, his nose was already scrunched, like always when he found something amusing enough.

“I don’t know, we are still waiting for Jin hyung,” Jungkook shrugged and pursed his lips.

But instead of returning to bore his fingers into his own tensed muscles, he grabbed Taehyung around the waist and pulled him closer until their hips were touching. Taehyung jerked, not clear if from surprise or pain, as the heel of Jungkook’s broad palm started to gently move in circles over his crying calf.

“I thought he was already on his way?” Taehyung pouted only to shiver in a discomfort boarding an agony, Jungkook was using his knuckles now. “Wasn’t Yoongi hyung trying to call him?”

“Yeah, but I don’t think hyung answered his phone,” Jungkook replied and his gaze got lost among the other members until he didn’t find Yoongi’s squatting figure in the danger of Hoseok’s powerful and Namjoon’s clumsy dancing.

Yoongi’s frown was visible in the shine of his phone screen, stuck close to his nose while his eyes were running frantically across some text he was reading. It appeared the more he read, the more stress he added on the poor eyebrows almost touching in a perfect V in the middle of his face.

“Why won’t Namjoon hyung text him? He is the only one to whom he listens,” Jungkook voiced out his thoughts, shaking his head in disappointment. Taehyung didn’t know if he was mad at Jin for being late again or upset over Namjoon’s these days lacking leader behaviour. But if looked at it logically, it would probably be the latter one, as Jungkook became a bit selfish ever since they started dating and after he learned about Jin’s relationship. He purposely looked over what he would find damaging to their career the other day, possibly in the hope of Jin’s supporting hand if he and Taehyung ever got into trouble.

Taehyung wasn’t sure if Jungkook was expecting an answer from him but he was saved by the thunderous crash shaking the entire room, as the door was slammed open against the wall behind them. They didn’t even have a chance to creak in a protest when Jin’s cry of “Sorry” got everyone’s attention again.

Not understanding what he was expecting if he swung open the door like that all while being late almost for half an hour, Taehyung wasn’t impressed by the blush climbing up high his neck or his awkward cough when he noticed all eyes on him. Jungkook, next to him, pushed a tongue against his cheek but averted his gaze.

It seemed the powerful thud of door, imprinting the shape of the handle into the wall, frost not only everything they were doing but also the time itself. A whole ten seconds had to pass until the breath didn't push out of Taehyung’s lungs and Yoongi threw a scoff with a middle finger towards Jin stomping a step inside the room.

“At least…” murmured Yoongi with a clear annoyance, ignoring Hoseok, biting down a laugh behind him. But only when Yoongi disappeared in the shadows of lockers in the far corner, busying himself with shoelaces, he reached out to hit Jin’s shoulder. “Well, well,’ Hoseok snorted, ‘look who decided to join us, fashionably late!”

Hoseok wasn’t the only one who chose to approach the situation with support covered behind the merciless teasing. Jimin also stood up from his place in front of the mirror where he was tugging at the frizzy fabric, pulling out from the stitches the skin-irritating fuzz or ‘stretching his sweater until it didn’t reveal his whole upper chest,’ thought Taehyung, if he wanted to copy his friend’s pettiness.

“Yeah, hyung,’ he stopped a foot away from Jin’s mud-bringing-in boots, ‘you look like you've had quite a morning,” Jimin abruptly cut himself off and Taehyung saw why. He followed the path of Jimin’s eyes, starting from the hem of his pants showed the logo of his white socks, printed on the very top where they were pressing under his calves, and stopping on the mark the sauce, he spilt over himself during yesterday’s lunch, left, seeping into the material as a stain on his shirt, “Or maybe the night?”

There was no mystery to Taehyung whose were the trousers, too tight over his tights, or that he pulled yesterday’s shirt over his head after he woke up, not even bothering to button it up his neck, probably too much in a hurry.

“Did you lose track of time?” while Hoseok’s question was dancing around the line of innocence, once Jimin’s mouth opened up again, it was clear what he was implying, despite his batting eyelashes, “Or were you just too busy to remember practice, hyung?"

“Guys,” Jin tried to stop the chaos with a gesture, pushing Jimin away from his back. Only, Jimin seemed to be too close for comfort. His short arms wrapped over Jin’s elbows so that he couldn’t move freely and his head was resting on Jin’s shoulder. Taehyung was hit with a sudden pang of longing as he recalled how it felt when Jimin's pointy chin was pressing against him, seemingly wanting to make a hole or turn his bones into dust. He rather turned away from the scene, before a gush of an aching jealousy didn’t possess him and he made something stupid, like elbowed Jin in the ribs and wiggled into Jimin’s arms to feel the hard bones on his jaw pressing against his body. He stared at Jungkook’s hand instead, still massaging his calf softly, and another wave of guilt washed over him. If Jimin was mad because he had left their hotel room as soon as his dreams painted over his sleep that night, to possibly not return back, if things didn’t go as planned, would he stab a knife into Taehyung’s heart if he got to know about Jungkook and him?

Secrets, secrets… And Taehyung really thought he was doing better this year.

He almost missed Hoseok, interrupting the teasing fight between Jin and Jimin, “Oh hyung, is that a hickey?” and Yoongi’s angry grunt followed by the thudding steps on the floor, ‘You’ve got to be kidding me! Are you out of your mind?”

“What? Lemme se- Oh! It definitely looks like one!”

“Someone had a steamy night, huh?”

“Hyung, are you seeing someone?”

Everybody's chatter and Yoongi’s furious curses flew, ignored, over Taehyung's head, as he became suddenly hyper-aware of not only the fingers writing on his bare skin but also of how close Jungkook and him were sitting. Their bodies were barely apart, no air could have pushed between them.

Reading the panic screaming in his eyes, Jungkook pulled away and where the comforting warmth was spreading over his calf, there suddenly was cold, prompting his leg hair to stand up. Taehyung leaned forward, bending his knee, he dragged the fabric of his sweatpants down until the hem wasn’t touching his sock, covering the area where Jungkook’s palm had found its place as if its shape was about to rise pink and revealing on his skin. He only allowed himself a peek when another bang fell on his ears, it was more like a reflex.

“Yah, Jungkook-ah, you alright?”

The loud sound of the crash made everyone look towards them, blinking at Jungkook who had fallen backwards, over the bag he was leaning against. It now disappeared beneath his body, appearing only as an uncomfortably looking swell pushing his stomach up.

Yet all Taehyung could see was a pair of squinting eyes set on his face, with eyebrows pulled high and disappearing behind the short-trimmed fridge. Embarrassed and feeling guilty, Taehyung got up quickly and joined Yoongi, practising in his far corner, while trying to ignore Namjoon's intense gaze fixed on him. 

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Jin closed the door of his and Yoongi’s shared room with an obvious slam, as if he wanted to put an exclamation mark behind the ‘I am staying home tonight’ statement but not before meeting Taehyung’s eyes watching him from the sofa backrest.

Taehyung couldn’t tell what noise hurt his head more, the picture frames hitting the walls after they jumped from the compression wave or the clang of dishes, forcefully placed on the rubber mat next to the sink, where they continued to move against each other from the dripping wetness, as Yoongi continued to wash the remains of their late dinner with hot water and soap.

“You can cut through the tension,’ sighed Taehyung and plopped back down onto the soft cushions of their brand new sofa, ‘only Namjoon hyung is missing here.” He could feel himself sliding down the slippery leather, but it was his naked heels that took all the discomfort as they rubbed against the rough carpet.

“If you continue to do this, you will fall down,” warned him Jungkook after he pushed close the disc tray of their DVD player and turned around, noting his ass practically hovering over the nothing and the floor.

Taehyung only shrugged, but he put his arms behind himself. Yet, the softness into which they sank didn’t help his quivering muscles and they gave up soon after under his weight. His bottom touched the rug with an audible thud, scaring Yoongi who threw a rug after him. Taehyung watched it flying above his head and landing on his outstretched toes. It prompted a laugh out of him and he looked up to meet Jungkook’s eyes and the familiar nose scrunch, but he was already bending down and lifting Taehyung’s slopped down body.

“What’s up with you?” he asked him simply as his hands slipped past the gap between his torso and arms.

It felt as if a magnet was searching for its opposite pole under his skin and once it found it, he was pulled towards it. Taehyung’s head fell on Jungkook’s shoulder while the spinning circle was loading a movie on the grey background of the screen. Jungkook nuzzled into the strands of his hair, breathing in the smell of his shampoo. Taehyung didn’t normally enjoy being controlled like a rag doll, but this was different. Letting himself be drifted away in Jungkook’s arms didn’t feel that bad.

The moment was broken soon after by a distant sound, as Yoongi turned off the faucet and the water bubbled inside the pipes.

“Hm?” Jungkook's eyes widened with confusion when Taehyung blindly patted the sofa armrest and pulled away, leaving enough space between his legs and Jungkook's hips for another person.

“Noth-” he shook his head quickly before turning to face the television screen where the opening credits began to roll above a romantic sunset falling over the city skyline. The confusion in Jungkook's expression never faded. “I wanted to tell you something this morning,” Taehyung faced him again, looking at the boy with determination behind his shaking hands.

Jungkook blinked once and then again. “Oh, sure,’ he leaned forward, putting pressure on his toes to support himself while he reached for the remote control, dangerously close to the edge of the coffee table, ‘What is it, Tae hyung?” he asked, pointing the wide part of the plastic device towards the yellow control, gleaming in the left bottom corner of the television. And just before the screen turned black again, Taehyung cut in with panic, jerking his head backwards and mumbling, “Yoongi hyung,” behind his shoulder.

Jungkook tilted his head and glanced at him curiously, then, the remote fell back among the couch cushions.

“I think…,’ Taehyung’s voice trembled as his gaze remained glued to Ji Sung, appearing under a dramatic light in a foreign apartment wearing a motorbike leather jacket, portraying the role of Cha Dohyun - a businessman with multiple personality disorder - taking over where the last week’s episode left off, ‘I think that Namjoon hyung,’ Cha Dohyun put his head into his palms, noticing the blood smeared over his fingers, ‘might know about us.”

But any sort of reaction from Cha Dohyun was blocked out by Jungkook's figure stepping in front of him.

Taehyung watched how the lazy carefreeness slowly started to fade from Jungkook’s smile until his facial muscles didn’t lock in a panic.

“What?” Jungkook had to bite on his lip, but a shout still roared over the voices coming from the television and a low scoff was heard coming from the kitchen. “What?’ he repeated quietly, ‘How do you know?”

“I-”

“No, wait.” Suddenly, a hand pressed against his lips and Jungkook’s eyes flickered between both him and the shadows coming from Yoongi’s back moving in the kitchen. Then, he clutched the remote, however instead of turning off the drama, he turned up the volume. Instantly, Cha Dohyun's voice could be heard louder than Taehyung's own heart thumping inside his ears.

“Did you tell him? Did Jin hyung say something?” Jungkook’s eyes were big again, running over Taehyung’s face and searching for the answers.

“No! Why would I?’ Taehyung argued back, pushing the hand from his mouth away, ‘I don’t think hyung would…”

“Then how?”

Taehyung leaned close until his mouth didn’t line up with Jungkook’s ear, and he whispered as if Cha Dohyun’s dramatic monologue wasn’t yelling all over their apartment, “You fell asleep in my bed last night,” he remained him softly, but Jungkook’s lips just opened into a voiceless ‘And?’.

“And today,’ Taehyung’s hand shot in the air to scratch the back of his head to bring him comfort, ‘I think Namjoon hyung was watching us while we were warming up in front of  the mirror.” He looked down in guilt at his hands placed over his lap, expecting a pale face to appear within his sight, but when a laugh, strained with a hint of relaxation vibrated from Jungkook’s throat, Taehyung snapped his head up. The unexpected laughter left him unsure about Jungkook’s feelings and thoughts. 

“Hyung,’ Jungkook’s tensed shoulders fell and he released a sigh of relief, ‘I didn’t notice anything. You are probably reading too much into it.” He bent down and caressed the back of Taehyung’s hands, intertwined together and resting on the stretched fabric of his sweatpants. Taehyung followed his step as he sat back down, grabbing Taehyung’s knee and squeezing his muscles around its sensitive sides.

“I am not sayi-”

“But what if I am not,’ interrupted him Taehyung, too high on his worries. His tone sounded hollow and cold, falling off not only his tongue but also seeping through his skin, rising up until it didn’t hit the barrier of Jungkook’s warm hand. Yet, this time, it didn’t seem like a problem. He felt Jungkook shudder and pull away. “I feel like everyone knows…” Taehyung noticed how his voice trembled and his throat closed up in fear, yet the exasperation stepping as a physical reaction in front of the frustration he was feeling controlled him more. He started to see red around the blurred edges of the situation. Taehyung felt mad, confused and irritated the longer Jungkook kept waving an uncaring hand.

“Would it be so bad?” asked Jungkook all of a sudden, his voice barely heard over the drama playing on the screen while he looked at Taehyung shyly as if sensing his distress.

Yet, the look in Taehyung’s eyes was still wild. “What do you mean?”

“Tae hyung, we talked about this,’ the cautious control with which Jungkook had been approaching Taehyung was instantly gone, changing for the tired sigh, ‘We can’t hide forever. We should just talk to hyung and clear the air.” And Taehyung knew he had to mean it, or else his chin wouldn’t stuck in the air in such a confident gesture. He must have been toying with the idea between his subconsciousness and consciousness for some time now, just like when one played with the cap of a bottle with his fingers, thinking if they should pout themselves another glass.

“Look,’ Jungkook shifted on his place and his hand shook in the air above Taehyung’s leg again, until he didn’t decide against it, ‘I know you are still worried about what others might think of you if you came out, but you told me hyung knows, right?” Maybe Jungkook could read Taehyung better than he gave him credit for because the next thing Taehyung knew, he was listening to yet another argument, “He supports Jin hyung too. Why would this be any different?”

The hot rays of conviction started to melt Taehyung’s concerns until he didn’t remember something else. “Yeah, he supports him for his own selfish reasons,” he scoffed and could almost imagine Namjoon’s awkward laugh and hear Jin’s attempt to mask the serious situation with one of his jokes.

“What?”

“Nothing,’ Taehyung shook his head, only now realising he spoke his thoughts aloud, ‘Jungkook-ah, do you remember what I told you yesterday?” During the few seconds, his stubbornness was back, presenting brand new fears behind the walls it was building with determination. “I'm just scared that if hyung finds out, he'll pressure us to tell the company, just like he is doing with Jin hyung and Hyungu hyung.”

“We can’t-”

Taehyung threw his head back with such power that if there wasn’t another person weighing down the sofa, it would fall over and he would be lying with legs in the air and facing the fuming Yoongi. “Yeah, we can’t hide forever, you have already said that.” His palms slapped the cushions on his sides, marking the first beat of the spreading silence. And when Taehyung’s hands raised  to disappear deep between his lifted knees, Jungkook cleared his throat, “So what do you want to do then?”

When Taehyung’s eyes flew to the other man, whose toes were only a bit away from his tight, lying on the couch, the need to apologize ran through him, when he noticed his pout.

“I don’t know,’ shrugged Taehyung, but another idea was already at the tip of his tongue, ‘talk to Jin hyung and Hyungu hyung maybe?”

He thought he heard Jungkook inhale sharply before he asked, “How could they help?”

“I…,’ even if he thought the reason he wanted to meet them was pretty obvious he still struggled to speak his thoughts out loud, ‘They are going through something similar, maybe-”

“Yeah, of course,’ this time he couldn’t mistake a scoff for something else, ‘Of course you would go to him.” Jungkook rolled his eyes.

Taehyung had mistakenly thought Jungkook could see his point.

“Jungkook, please… Not this again,’ he begged him, feeling tired of the old argument, ‘I thought we talked about this,’ his eyes closed before the room in front of him could start to swing as he shook his head, ‘I still don’t understand how can something like this even cross your mind Even now when Jin hyung has a boyfriend-”

“Yeah,’ exclaimed Jungkook, eagerly leaning forward and pointing a finger at himself, ‘and I am your…” he hurried up to speak, however, his mouth stayed hanging open and only hot air changed to cold as his chest heaved up and down as if he'd just run a marathon.

Taehyung nervously chewed his bottom lip and refused to make eye contact. He was trying desperately to focus on the stain on his clothes, anything other than the unspoken truth that he and Jungkook hadn't discussed the status of their relationship yet. He knew that it was a conversation they needed to have, yet neither of them had brought it up in the month that had passed since they have started to... Taehyung wasn't sure if they were dating or not, because all he could remember were their shared kisses and shy touches.

“I just wish,’ as Jungkook mustered up the courage and continued despite the spreading tension, Taehyung felt his heart starting to pound wildly against his chest, ‘we could deal with this together, without running to others for help.”

“But Kookie, this is not something we can do alone.”

“Then let’s come out!” repeated Jungkook, but it wasn’t excitement ruling over his tone, it more reminded of frustration.

“That is-”

“Different, yeah, I heard.” Jungkook's expression grew fierce and intense as he jumped up from his seat, hands running through his hair. His mouth was a thin line of anger and determination while his eyebrows formed an intense knot as the shadow cast by them deepened the lines on his face. He spread his legs, standing tall with an intimidating presence that made Taehyung gulp.

“Are you mad?” he asked timidly.

“No.”

Taehyung blinked. “Would you tell me if you were?”

Jungkook sighed, pressing his tongue against his inner cheek and he glanced over Taehyung's head towards their open kitchen. “Let’s go to sleep, hyung. Yoongi hyung is watching.”

But, as Jungkook got lost in the narrow hallway lined up with doors of their rooms, which Taehyung heard to slam close, and he looked over the backrest, and the saliva of excuses bubbling hot in his mouth, he found the kitchen vacant and the dishes dry and shiny. Yoongi had to leave minutes ago.

Taehyung felt his shoulders tense as he put his head into his palms, struggling to keep back a flood of emotion that threatened to overwhelm him. He desperately tried to recall what had lead to this, the first argument between them coming back in waves.

“You wouldn't love me if you knew all parts of me!” screamed Cha Dohyun brokenly.

“Oh shut up! You are so selfish thinking only about yourself!” spat Taehyung in anger towards the pretty face on the television.

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On nights, when Jungkook’s big warm body wasn’t there, lying next to him, to distract him from how the lack of the body in his roommate’s bed made him feel small inside the big room, Taehyung was more aware of how much he missed their tiny place where he could just reach out from his bottom bed and he would find himself under the crazy amount of his best friend’s sheets while pushing his freezing toes against Jimin’s calves.

Jimin and he used to fight a lot. Whose dirty socks are smelling on the floor? Can’t you buy your own shampoo? Just be quiet for once, I can’t concentrate!  Every time Jimin stormed with fists clenched alongside his body out of the room or Taehyung shut the door in front of his red face, there was Jungkook’s shoulder to cry out his tears of frustration on, or Jungkook’s chest to punch until the rage didn’t go away. But Jungkook and him had never fought.

During the nights, when Jungkook’s head wasn’t moving up and down with his chest breathing towards the life journey, he felt lonely and restless.

Taehyung grabbed the phone placed next to his hip on the mattress, seeing the annoyance screwing up his facial muscle reflecting on the locked screen before he didn’t press on the button and the colours of his wallpaper eased up his soul.

[12:36 AM] >𝙷𝚎𝚢, 𝙺𝚘𝚘𝚔. 𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎?

He pressed the yellow arrow in the left corner of his message and watched how the tiny number one appeared next to his sent text. He didn’t hope for a response and he most likely just imagined the ring coming from behind the wall from the next room.

Taehyung threw his arm over his eyes, finding sleep in the darkness pressing on his eyelids, so when the same tiny number one vanished into the blue background of their chat room, he didn’t see it. However, it was impossible to miss the familiar tone of notification in the empty silence. He almost sent the device flying with his elbow when he hurried to take a look at the new white box under his question.

[12:38 AM] >>𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚑, 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛

Not even a second passed when another message popped up.

[12:38 AM] >>𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍?

Taehyung smiled and his fingers rested over the keyboard again.

[12:39 AM] >𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝...  

He hesitated for a short while before he sent the rest of the message.

[12:39 AM] >𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠.

This time his message went right into read and Taehyung’s heart did a pirouette when he realised it meant Jungkook has also been impatiently awaiting his response.

[12:39 AM] >>𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚃𝚊𝚎 

Taehyung pressed his phone over his heart, as if showing it the reason behind its wild beating.

When he looked at the screen again, there was a new message, longer than just a few words.

[12:40 AM] >>𝙱𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕.

Taehyung’s teeth weren’t quick to bite down the laugh parting his lips and vibrating within his throat.

[12:40 AM] >𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚑

Taehyung responded shortly, hovering his finger over the emoticons, but before he could send them, he looked up, pressing the top of his head into his pillow until his neck was no longer sinking into its softness and he eyed the wall of his bed was touching. Taehyung deleted the ugly yellow faces.

[12:40 AM] >𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔e

[12:41 AM] >𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚝?

He wrote instead and turned around, grazing the mattress under him with his belly. Taehyung pushed his ass back until he didn’t feel stable on his knees, sitting on his heels, he felt the powdery paint under his fingers and palm.

[12:41 AM] >>𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝?

Asked Jungkook.

[12:41 AM] >𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕. 𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚝?

Taehyung could feel his muscles straining when he pushed against the hard surface, trying to crush it with his strength, but he knew his wrist would break sooner than the first crack would travel between the gaps of his fingers.

His phone went off again.

[12:41 AM] >>𝚆𝚑𝚢?

Jungkook was still trying to understand.

[12:43 AM] >𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝

Taehyung watched how the little number disappeared again but no new message was coming for the next few seconds. He watched how the time written next to it grew old as the minute tickling over his notification bar changed.

But then:

[12:45 AM] >>𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜?

Taehyung’s eyes didn’t even have enough time to put the written words together when a knock resonated through his ear, bumping against his palm and he jumped from the startle.

Taehyung stared at the simple wall built to divide the place into two rooms. He could feel his heart somewhere in his neck now, close to escape if he opened his mouth. He didn’t doubt it would find the narrowest gap and push through until it didn’t crash against Jungkook’s beating chest.

[12:46 AM] >𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜

He knocked back.

[heybaetae]

Do you know why jungkook's selfie is inverted? The last one (with a white cap) was like that too. The only 2 thumbnails for 2 lives are inverted too. I thought that this only happened with lives? Honestly i don't know why this happens with lives either. Is it because he wants or because of the phone's settings? Is this for all phones or is it like a samsung/iPhone thing? So everytime he uses selfie mode this will happen?

i honestly don't know, maybe it's a phone setting. i don't know anything about samsung phones, but i know iphones have the option to flip the front-facing camera because it's technically acting as a mirror. maybe he just hasn't bothered with that setting

[goofyhoffy]

HOLY JEON JUNGKOOK

[bangwoolofbangtan]

Jungkook tweet 11.04.21

아미 보고 싶다 ㅜ

Trans:

ARMY I miss you ㅜ

[Trans © choi_bts2 on twt]

[agust-d-stole-my-soul]

sometimes i think bts own twitter

[dzckling]

like or reblog if you save or use.

[airblushbts]

A decade ago today, namjoon graduated from high school 🥹🎓

[v3nti]

Getting hot out of spite this year.

[taechnological]

jungkook's mirror selfies be hitting different each time 🥵