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jboofan · 2 years ago

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It's in our DNA

3. I kinda need your help

Jungkook woke to find himself in his bed, pillow drool soaked, hung over and embarrassed.

He called for YN and got no answer. He messaged her but no reply.

"Fuck this."

Deciding she wasn't there, and swimming in a pool of self pity he turned over and fell back to sleep.

It took walking to the cafe door and getting confused by the plethora of coffees on offer for Jimin to wave her over to him.

"What took you so long?" he pouted playfully.

"Yeah we've been waiting half an hour for you to come update us on last night," Taehyung whispered excitedly.

"Last night?" she blew on the coffee, licking her foam moustache. "What you mean?"

"We mean Jungkook the drunk on Weverse."

"Oh. That."

She shrugged her shoulders.

"He'd actually fallen asleep so I had to ninja my way over to the lounge, watch his stream on my phone and turn his phone off without thousands of people noticing," she took a sip nonchalant.

"Oh god," Jimin sighed, "we are so sorry. He's just so emo these days."

"Any reason why?"

Taehyung stopped Jimin from going further.

"Wait, I've seen you before..Jimin look at her face, doesn't she look familiar?"

YN scoffed.

"Are you trying to say I look common? My parents are decent looking," she looked at them, scoffing, "it's not like I've been with the ugly stick, just because I'm not an idol y'all are harsh."

Jimin laughed out loud, "Not exactly short on confidence are we?"

YN sat up straight, "Not in every situation, but I'm working on it."

Jimin analysed her face, squashing it in his hand and turning it side to side.

"I'm not the greatest with names," he paused to look at her profile again, "but I'm great at not forgetting a face. Where are you from?"

"I was born here, but studied in the States."

"Born where? Seoul? Have we worked with you before?"

YN laughed. "I wish, if I had made just one music video for you guys, I'd be able to pick my work. But alas no."

Jungkook was surprised to slowly realise first hand how, well, nice YN was.

Without saying anything, she hung about when he did a Weverse live, although he had cried during the last one when Namjoon had logged on, commented and asked him to sing a song.

Now, again, several gulps of whiskey later, he had pulled his beanie hat off, gripped the karaoke microphone tightly and sang his little heart out. When he was starting to ramble, she came out of her room, sleepily shuffling her feet over to the rug where he sat and gestured it was time to end his fan meet.

Ten minutes later, still saying good bye to each comment, she'd just about had enough.

Jungkook watched her grow irritated and advance towards him. Quickly spouting off the last, final quickly goodbye Jungkook looked on, as she snapped his phone shut and threw it at him before trudging towards her room.

"Thanks," he called out, although he'd hesitated until she was nearly at her bedroom door.

"Go to sleep," she shouted back, but he carried on.

"I didn't realise it was so late."

"Drink less. You're always drinking," she looked at him, but he couldn't work out what the look was. "It just makes you look sad to them all."

"You watched?" he nudged the conversation along, although all she wanted to do was go back to bed.

"Jimin said you do lives, and lately have been all emo."

So she wasn't interested in watching me, he thought. It's only because of the others.

"Try being happy, talk about happy stuff. You're too depressing to watch," she admitted before shutting the door.

He didn't like to admit it, but having YN as a roommate wasn't that bad. The fact she was innocent enough to tell him what she thought without thinking much of it, he appreciated.

This went on for a few months, and they fell into a quiet way to live. YN did her best to stay out of his way, as promised but lately her schedule has changed and he was then suddenly seeing her around the apartment during the day too.

They fell into a comfortable routine around the house. YN usually left for work before Jungkook got up in the morning so they didn’t see each other before work, but she started coming home earlier for dinner in the evenings.

Suddenly they were awkward and having to find things to talk about with each other, and finding out more about eachother as the days went on.

It was amazing how she knew how to cook, and she even made enough for him if he walked in the door on the days she was at home.

Slowly conversation became less forced, he looked forward to the time he spent with YN at night after gym over dinner; liked talking to her and having someone at home to be with at the end of the day when he walked in.

What cemented their new found friendship was coming in late, finding the light left on for him and a plate warming in the oven for him.

He'd begun leaving the gym earlier on the days she was home to join her for dinner, and tonight he joined her to watch TV after they ate.

After a few episodes, he would go into his room, leaving to try and call Jennie leaving her alone on the sofa. YN hated those evenings, because he never got hold of Jennie and would come out to rummage for a drink and a long night of making sure he doesn't make a fool of himself online would begin.

But they were beginning to get along, Jungkook never did anything rude or wrong and he'd even gone as far as saying that he would never tell her to leave. She was free to leave when she was ready, and that look such a weight off her shoulders that she began to quietly enjoy being able to relax at home more.

After falling comfortably into their newfound roomielife together, YN got up earlier than usual and entered the kitchen to find Jungkook standing there behind the center island, topless, drinking a protein shake.

He was still wearing his running shorts and sweaty t-shirt had been flung over his shoulder as he stood there having returned from his morning workout, all sweaty.

Still, he smiled at the unexpected sight of her.

“Morning, YN. What you doing up so early? I thought you would have slept in after being away."

YN didn't make eye contact, as he stood there chest out, tattoos glistening from his sweat.

"I um, slept well. When you work outdoors most of the year, you build up stamina and endurance."

She took an orange from the refrigerator and started to peel it, holding the garbage can open with one foot as she tossed the peels.

"Why don't you take a seat, and I'll treat you to the best scrambled eggs of your life," he reached for a frying pan and then the eggs.

When she was finished, she headed for the cloak cupboard to grab a light jacket.

"Wait," he jogged over to her. "You got a little something on your face," he pointed out.

YN's hand rushed to her face but he beat her to it. Suddenly feeling his fingers against the side of her lips had her suddenly scared to breathe.

"There was some orange from the white bit," he gave her a big smile before heading back to the kitchen.

"I'm just on my way out, thank you though," she smiled politely unable to make his gaze.

"Jimin invited me out for coffee and breakfast."

Jungkook's smile turned to a frown. “YN, I really like you but I don't want you to get your hopes up."

Now she was puzzled.

"Hopes up about what?" she slipped her shoes on and grabbed her bag.

"Jimin is a bit of a flirt, he'll try it on. I don't want things to get awkward."

He knew he shouldn't have said such a lie, but it was the first time she'd blown him off and he wasn't sure how to take it.

I can't believe she's leaving me and fluffy eggs for some fancy coffee with Jimin.

She really had no idea the magnitude of the effect her answer would have on him.

"Jimin isn't like that. We've gone out for coffee before and it's not like that, I assure you. I'm not trying to date your friends Jungkook. He bought coffee last time, so I wanted to repay the favour."

No longer wishing to hear what he was insinuating, she gave up on him and closed the door fast, unable to get that image of him out of her head.

Just because they ate a few meals together, shared the apartment and laughed at the same shows that didn't mean shit.

Besides, she wasn’t looking for anything. And he was way out of her league.

But damn, she wished she could get the image of him out of her mind everytime he turned up all sweaty and gorgeous. She only wished she would stop fantasizing about the man every time she saw him—and, for that matter, when he wasn’t around.

YN tried to ignore her physical reaction to him and figured it would go away eventually, but for now, the attraction was powerful and it wasn’t easy to put aside.

"I'm just a roomie, maybe a friend. Don't be stupid YN. It's just, a little crush."

When she found Jungkook in his gym clothes in the kitchen, hair damp and sweaty from his workout and those curls of hair edging their way to his lower neck, it was a lot more than she could handle.

How dare he try and look so boyishly handsome!

His T-shirt looked soft and comfortable as if it had been washed hundreds of times, and had well-worn, threadbare, see-through spots that gave more than a hint of the muscles underneath it when he wore it. Ashamed she wished to be that t-shirt as he flung it over his broad shoulders.

On other days, she's seen it on him, slightly damp from his workout so it clung to his abs, showing off the cut of each muscle on his stomach.

She felt like an idiot the instant the image popped into her head, and how for the love of God she still had a hard time looking at him as she spoke.

"He must think I'm so lame," she mumbled as she headed for the lift.

YN wasn’t an idiot. She knew Jungkook dated pretty things and had dated Jenni, on off for ages now. Although she was confident about her looks and knew she was attractive, she wasn’t that attractive. She saw herself as girl-next-door kind of cute—appealing in a sweet way. She didn't have time to show off her outdoors beach running skills or her killer tanned abs when she was a self professed workaholic.

Yep, he has a type. The hot, sexy, idol type; leggy-blonde-model sort of way, so Jungkook wouldn't be interested in her. She was sassy, gave lip and thought too much.

Besides, she reminded herself again, she didn’t want a relationship. The whole point of this living arrangement was for her to be able to work closer to the studios and write a script to offer to dinner of the stars she worked with. Get someone to want to act her script, get a budget, a director to make her vision come to life.

"Those that don't remember why they are here, working stupid hours will be doomed to repeat it," she scolded herself, as she punched the floor in and waited for the doors to close.

The last thing she wanted to do was let him see that she was over thinking their connection.

For a second I thought he was jealous. God I've such a vivid imagination. YN you are delusional.

Jungkook stared at the eggs, and returned them to the fridge. It wasn't the first time he'd realised she was nothing like the women he knew and dated in the past. Hell, Jennie would have taken what he offered and started running up tabs for clothes, jewellery and trips overseas…. Instead, here YN was getting up early to go buy Jimin coffee.

He didn't have much time to think about it any more, since Jennie had decided to finally pick up his call.

"Jennie!" he cleared his throat and gave his ex-girlfriend his attention.

He heard a muffle, the sound of people in the background before she spoke.

"Jungkook, why do you keep blowing up my phone?"

She huffed but he ignored that and carried on.

"Thanks for finally calling back, I know you're on your tour now," he perked up at the fact that she picked up in the first place.

"We broke up remember, so why do you keep saying you miss me? We're in Amsterdam right now and heading back to Paris tomorrow. I'm busy."

Things never worked out between them but he was a fool for her, and he hadn't fucked anyone since they broke up.

"When you back?"

"Another month."

"Wanna get dinner together? We could go to the place we always go to."

"You mean that Italian restaurant?"

"You always said you loved going there," he wasn't sure why she was sounding like this until she sighed.

"I only went there because I wanted to pretend to like what you liked. We were dating and I thought you would just go there the once but that's the only place you'd ever take me!"

"I thought you liked it when I did that? You didn't tell me you didn't like it when we went there."

He felt his energy begin to drain, as he recounted how tired this conversation was making him.

"Yeah well I didn't like it, so now you know. And I'm not free for dinner. You're so boring Jungkook. Call me when you get a new personality."

She cut the call before he could give a sassy reply, leaving him to swear loudly to himself.

YN smiled as she walked back to the apartment. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping and there was hardly any traffic. She walked past a famous bakery, the sweet aroma pulled her in, and soon she was blowing an incredible amount on baked goods.

"YN!" came a shriek, that belonged to Luna.

"What you doing here?"

"Late for heading back to work after lunch. But I have great news!"

"What's that then?" YN stuffed a croissant into her mouth, the delicious buttery pastry melting on her tongue.

"Do you remember that cute guy I told you about?"

YN looked at her blankly trying to recall the conversation.

Luna sighed. "I literally messaged you this morning."

YN briefly recalled Jungkook, shirtless in the kitchen.

"Oh, you did? My bad."

"Well, anyway. There is a cute guy that works in my department and he saw you the other day at the office."

YN shook her head. "Luna no way am I dating someone from work. Just because we work on different networks doesn't mean it would always stay like that. What if it doesn't work out? Then it'll just gonna awkward."

"He's a history buff, knows a lot about the country and would love to take you on a tour of the city. Said he saw you and wanted to know if you're single."

YN shook her head immediately walking off.

"I don't have time," she lied.

"One date. You never know!" she pleaded with huge eyes until YN gave in.

"I dunno Luna.."

"Least have a look at his picture before you say no."

YN stood and left her room, planning to make another iced coffee when she heard the front door shut. She went to the hallway just in time to see Jungkook getting into his jacket. He looked up and caught her watching him. Because, of course he did. She felt the heat rush to her cheeks but she didn’t duck out of sight. She raised a hand and waved goodbye.

He winked at her, "I'm just out to the studio. I'll see you soon?"

YN tried not to melt.

"Sure, I'll see you soon."

YN stacked a few matching lacy sets of lingerie on her bed before deciding on a colour.

"It's not like anyone's gonna get to see them, but a little ego boost never hurt a woman," she smiled before deciding on an outfit.

YN opened the large closet, grabbing the heavy clothing she’d taken from the back of her closet to make room. Taking out a few of his jumpers, she began sorting them for a pile to be stored away.

She shoved the rest of Jungkook's things under the bed. He would probably scream to see her treating his cashmere sweaters like that, but that’s what he got for not putting his fall clothing away when the weather turned warmer. The man had a ridiculous amount of clothing.

Buffed and moisturised, she stepped out the shower, took a big gulp of her wine and into her confidence boosting outfit not realising Jungkook had already returned home.

An hour after, nipping into the kitchen for more wine to help her nerves and implant more Dutch courage, after final make up check she spied his keys in the bowl besides her.

"Jungkook?" she called loudly, finishing her wine and wiping her mouth carefully to not smudge her lipstick. "I'll catch you later."

No answer.

Then came a groan, which sounded odd.

Unsure if he had stepped on a plug or something else, she neared his door and knocked as another groan travelled through the door.

She knocked again, "Are you okay?"

Suddenly Jungkook called out clearly.

"Fuck, shit! Thank God you heard me YN! I need your help!" he pleaded as she came through the door.

YN had thought he needed help, and had never expected to see Jungkook like this; perhaps he lost his phone charger or an earring stud she thought, but hadn't banked on finding him naked in bed, his cock erect and a painful look on his face.

Jungkook never expected another human let alone YN to see him like this.

A painful erection that wouldn't go down, a half bottle of wine drunk straight out the fridge and him lying there unable to move.

"YN!" he grimaced against the bedsheet. "You're a girl."

YN averted her eyes and looked interestingly at the ceiling.

"That's very perceptive of you!" she edged forward till her knee hit the edge of his bed and grasping the bedsheet threw it at him. "At least cover up!"

Eyes closed she hiccuped.

"Ow ow ow!" he called out hissing in pain as the bedsheet hit his tent pole.

"Maybe we should call for help!" she turned the other way to ring Jimin.

"No! Don't call him please! Don't call anyone!" he whimpered in pain, making small noises.

"Then what the hell am I supposed to do when you call out for help and I find you, alone with your erection for company?!"

Her eyes opened, and forcing herself to not lower them she stared him in the eyes refusing to look anywhere else.

His eyes focussed in on YN, standing there hands on hips.

"Where you going?"

"I need to go out in a few minutes," she looked directly at his eyes.

"YN, please. Cancel. I need your help."

"I can't cancel this. I'll be in so much trouble if I cancel this one too."

"YN, please," he begged. "I need your help." He gulped, and winced as he tried to sit up. "I can't get it down. It's been nearly an hour. I thought a quick power wank and get on with my day, but it won't come down!"

"Who the fuck has a power wank?? I don't know how to help. Maybe you can just, massage it?"

Jungkook shook his head, "No please, everytime I try to go near it I feel like I've been shot. Can you rub it?"

"How the hell is that supposed to help?" she hiccuped again.

"How much did you drink?" he asked her between shaky breaths.

"A few, for the courage."

"I'm begging you YN. Please will you have sex with me. Just get on it and make it cum and then I swear I will never do it again."

YN knew she had heard him wrong. When he repeated it again, she had to blink as the warmth of the wine spread to her stomach and made her cheeks begin to warm up.

Jungkook watched her eyes blink one too many times, a slow rose tint to her cheeks.

"YN, please. I'm begging you to help."

YN simply blinked.

"Oh god, I've broken you and my dick. Jesus, YN I need your help," he hiccuped.

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my-taelicious-kookie · 5 days ago

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(ch. 5a) NORMALITY | jjk high school AU

Preview: someone is getting ghosted

Huh, that's weird, Maria thought. He was just online when I sent the first message to him.

With a shrug, she placed her phone down and got ready for the dinner rush at her grandma's humble Chinese-Indonesian restaurant.

"Cie," her grandma called out, using her Chinese nickname that meant "older sister" despite being the only child. See, Ana was planning on having more kids before her father went to grab some milk. Good riddance, as Maria always claimed.

"Ya, Oma?"

"I need potatoes cut urgently. I forgot to prep extra for tomorrow's catering."

"Okay."

Maria didn't mind. She loved peeling and cutting potatoes. It was repetitive yet oddly satisfying—a task that let her mind wander freely. And, of course, it wandered to Jungkook.

Why was she thinking about him so much? This was the first time a guy had gotten under her skin like this. Was it his piano covers on Instagram, the ones she replayed just to catch the tiny flourishes he added? Or the way she found herself lingering after her dance practice, watching from afar as he trained in taekwondo? He was so effortlessly smart, ironic given he proudly claimed he'd never read a novel in his life.

The thought made her chuckle, and before she knew it, the potatoes were done. She washed her hands and moved on to serve customers, wiping tables and checking in to make sure everyone was comfortable and enjoying the food. It wasn't glamorous work, but it was honest, and she figured it'd look good on a uni application someday.

By the time the rush died down, the clock struck 8 p.m. Maria wiped her hands on her apron and pulled out her phone. Nothing.

It had been two hours since she'd double-texted Jungkook. Still no reply. It was already pathetic enough that she had sent a second message—no way was she about to send a third. She locked her phone and grabbed a rag to start cleaning the counters.

And finally, the anticipated ding finally came.

Meanwhile, Jungkook stared at his phone, her message still on the screen. He tapped the edge of his desk, conflicted. He wanted to reply, but everything felt... off.

It wasn't like he didn't want to talk to Maria. In fact, he'd been looking forward to it. But tonight had been exhausting. Family issues. Not something he could just bring up to her, at least not yet.

Her casual response sat on Jungkook's screen like a stone. He read it once, then again. The words felt dismissive, even if she probably didn't mean it that way. He left her on seen.

Whatever, he thought, shaking his head. She wasn't interested in taking this seriously, and he wasn't about to waste his time on something one-sided. He put down his phone and opened FaceTime, calling Hyeri instead.

Hyeri picked up almost immediately, her face lighting up the screen. Jungkook smiled, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. Maria didn't want to bond over the story? Fine. He still had Hyeri.

Or so he told himself.

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gukguktae · 2 years ago

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♡ eleven

Jungkook blames his finger for what happened, but also thanked them because it got him close to you. Though you wouldn't want him closer, no. You can only keep guys as friends (personal reasons) and then that's it. However, that's the thing about Jungkook if he can't walk through the door, he'll climb the window.

♡ Pairing : ITMajor!Jungkook x BusinessMajor!Reader(YN)

♡ Genre : college au, fluff, slight angst, elite reader?

♡ Warnings: cursing, mention of autism, kissing (should this be in here idk)

♡ Status: on going

♡ WC: 2k more or less

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Jungkook face first pops in your door with a flat smile on his face. You were sitting on your sofa giggling at his antics, he already has keys to your place. Just like all your close friend has, you like it that way. It's less lonely. He finally walked in with a paper bag on hand.

This is the fourth or fifth, you can't remember anymore, Jungkook been in your apartment, but only whenever you allow him. You didn't let him spend the night anymore and he's very understanding about it. He's also patient with your decision about that second date.

However, Jimin pointed out that you guys already hangout almost every single night. You're basically dating at this point, but you're not. You tell yourself.

"Remember when you told me that greasy burger on East Avenue that you've always wanted?" He shakes the bag and wiggle his brows.

Your mouth gape and stood up. "No! You remembered?" He handed you the bag and you stick your face inside. The smell of grease and unhealthy amount of meat burst. "I told you about this almost two weeks ago, our first meeting! I can't believe you remember."

He just shrugs like it's nothing, maybe to him it's nothing. But to you? It means the world. Who would drive for a greasiest burger for 30 minutes and waits in line for 2 hours? Jungkook would... for you. So, it does means the world to you that he'll do something like this just to see you smile. You pull him to the sofa so you can devour the burger with him.

"Oh, my God!" Your eyes rolls to the back of your head when you took the first bite. "This is so good!"

While your mouth is full, Jungkook's heart is too. He couldn't stop admiring you and how simple you are, that things like this impresses you when you have people to do it for you. Also, it gives him pride that he knows how to make you happy. He played with his lip ring as he gazes.

You wipe the side of your lip and with mouthful you said, "Sorry."

"Have I ever told you how beautiful you look?" He didn't remove his eyes from your face, he witness how your blood runs to your cheeks. "Because you are."

You chewed slowly and look down thinking how he could say that when your face is smothered with meat juice and oil. How could he sounded sincere saying you're beautiful when you look like you've seen better days in your favorite Lilo and Stitch PJ's? You swallows before looking up, his eyes are still on you.

"Thank you again for the burger-"

Jungkook's lips was soft, almost as if they were made from rose petals and cottons. They were also warm, just like he's always is. Warm and soft Jungkook. Lips gentle with the way he pressed on yours, but his body is stiff because his heart is pounding on his chest. He's shooting his shot again, he doesn't know how you'll react. You pushed him lightly.

"Sorry, I wasn-"

"No, it's just... I have food in my mouth." It took him 3 beats before he brust out laughing, his pitch laugh made you join him. He shakes his head befofe handing you water and watches as you fix yourself. "Thank you."

"Good?"

You nod and he presses his lips again on yours. This time deeper with his hand on your waist. He pushes you down on the sofa. Your heart starts pounding in your chest, it's possible that he's feeling it against his. You open your mouth for him making Jungkook moan and groan.

He can taste the burger in your mouth and that burger can't be this delicious and sweet. That is all you.

He brushes his hand up carressing on your side, he holds you as if you'll crack if he presses more. You love how gentle he's being on your lips and skin, he's always been soft with you. Always patient.

The kiss didn't went farther, but it was amazing. How he sent electricity in every fibre of your being making you moan with content. You were panting when he pulled away, forehead pressed against yours with a smile on his face. No one talks for moment, both of you processing what just happened because this brings the-whatever-relationship-this-is to another level. It wasn't your first kiss, but it definitely your first incredible and dizzying one. Jungkook closes his eyes with his forehead stills on top of yours.

How dare he tells you your beautiful when he looks like this? An angel, perfect eyes, nose and lips. If he spread his wings right now you wouldn't even be surprise. You bit your lip when he opens them, almost as if he's staring into your soul.

"I'm going to miss you." He mutters.

"It's just one day, Kook."

He sighs and rest his head on your chest, body weight relaxing om top of you. "Okay." He whispers.

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Silence. It fills the limosuine that your parents sent, even though you weren't alone. Two men and your father's secretary accompanies you. You requested that no one should talk to you, unless they were spoken too. Sure, it sounded like your a brat, but when the topic is all about this day and your father you'd rather cut your ears off.

You received a phone call this morning from your mother, says you can't be late, like your life isn't revolving about time and schedule already. She also informs you that your father didn't approve Mira joining dinner which put you in such mood.

"Approve? He says he didn't approve?! Like Mira is some kind of business that he didn't like. She's his daughter for the love of God!" You remembered screaming. "I'm spending tomorrow morning with her. I don't care what any of you says!"

Your mother just sighs and says she'll do something about it. Told you to take care and she loves you, it made you sick to your stomach because you know she doesn't says those words to your sister.

"Ms. YN, we've arrived." Soo-young, you father's secretary, handed you tissues. You touched your face and felt a wet patch on your cheeks.

It's still the same, a beautiful modern house that you grew up hating. Behind those magnificent walls and thick glass lies a beyond repair of a family, an empty shells of people who will never call it home. All because of him, your father. Because he wants perfect and power, which is a dangerous combination when you came from money.

Employees lined up for you, they bow their heads when you step out of the vehicle. You hated every part of this day and it's just getting worse and worse. When you reached the inside of the cold house your immediate thought is your sister.

"Where's Mira? I need to see her." You kept walking in direction of her room.

"She's in therapy right now, Ms. YN."

You stopped your tracks, "What? She's supposed to be here."

"Yes, but her therapsist came from France just for her. Mr. Y/L/N orders to get you ready as soon as we can." She wasn't even looking up from her tablet. "This way, please."

Your whole body heats up as your parent's promise is broken again. They knew that Mira is their only leverage and they're using her to get you do whatever they want. Even if it means making the both of you miserable.

"Soo-young?" She look up from the device and smile timidly, you did too. "Do me a favor?"

"Anything, Ms. YN."

"Tell my father that he can fuck himself."

Her mouth gape, but before she could say anything you were steps away from her. She called your name over and over, but you just walk faster, when they open the door for you your father's standing on the other side. His white thinning hair with eyes cold as you remember them to be and his lips in a thin line appears on a gloomy day, of course. He's never home in daylight and definitely not when your around. He's as tired fighting with you as you were, but none of you are going to back down because both of you are fighting for what you love. Him is his money and you is your sister and freedom.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Soo-young has a message for you." You smirked and look back at pale faced secretary. "Go ahead."

Your Dad sigh and head inside, "Follow me."

"No, I'm leaving. You promised me Mira."

"YN, if this day didn't go as I planned I will send Mira to US, there's a facility there that takes care of... her kind."

Your fingers turns into a fist on every word that came out from his mouth. He has no right to utter your sister name, no right to send her anywhere away from you, no right into ordering you what you should and shouldn't do. It makes you angry that he's your father or that he's an asshole, but you have to obey.

For Mira.

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They put you in a lavender floral dress. It hugs your torso perfectly while the skirt flows mid-thigh. At least you like the color and the design, the first and probably the only thing that you will like today.

Your Mom, Dad and you, enters a VIP room of the main Hotel of the Y/L/N family. It only caters for the high-society, you despise this place because it is filled with pretentious and thight ass people. People you would never like.

"Mr. Kim and his family is running a little late, they sent they're apologies." Soo-young said as they seated you.

"Tell him we're not waiting for more than 5 minutes."

Your Mom turn to you, "Sit up straight, Darling."

"What is this about? Tell me already." You asked for the fifth time today, but ignored everytime.

Your parents shared a look, your Mom started talking when your Dad gave her permission. "We will strengthen out partnership with The Kims, this will make our business grow on their territory. We will invest in them in return."

"What do I have to do with that?"

"You have to marry Mr. Kim's son."

A knock cut you off and two elderly couple walked in followed by another man, who's probably three or four years older than you and finally Taehyung. Suddenly his texts made sense, he knew that this was going to happen, he knew about this and he didn't had the heart to tell you.

His parents apologized for being late and sat down across from your parents, while his brother sat acroos from you and next to him is Taehyung with his scowl face. His brother has the same sour mood as you are and non of the adults seems to sense the tension.

"Marry? I have to marry Mr. Kim's son?"

"YN not now." Your Mom smiled at the Kim's and gave an apologetic look.

You scoff, "Oh, I'm sorry. Please tell me when can I react about this absurd idea."

"YN, that's enough." Your father finally talked.

It enrages you that this is what they plan, to offer you as a bind to their business.

"Mr. Y/L/N, thank you so much for this." Taehyung's father smiled brightly. "My son already considered doing this and he couldn't be happier."

Yeah, happiness filled the room, if it was possible three of you rolled your eyes almost at the same time. They talked as if you weren't there, as if they're talking about a building or a land that they're going to trade to each other and not their children.

"We should order before we start?" Mrs. Kim cheered ignoring the atmosphere on half of the table.

You eyed Taehyung, his eyes are apologetic for what is happening. He was informed about what's going to happened weeks ago, but he didn't know that it was you until couple days. He was told not to mention anything to you because you were a flight/fight risk, and now he hated himself that he made you sit through this. He should've said something.

All those things that Jimin said about your life made it even worst for him. You just had a chance of being happy with his best friend, Jungkook. Now, you're about to marry his brother, Taemin. Who were also weren't fond of the idea of marrying some stranger. But his parents assure them that this will benefit them most.

When his parents mentioned the wedding date you were about to protest, but Taemin stood up and slam his hand on the table. "I'm not going through with this." he look up to you, "I'm sure you're lovely, but I can't marry someone I don't know." His jaw clenched.

"Sit down, Taemin." Mr. Kim orders which earns a glare from him. "We've alrrady talked about this– I am sorry, Mr. Y/L/N. He'll do it, after all the contract had been signed."

"What? What contract?" You sat up straight.

Taemin relaxes his shoulders, "What do you mean? You don't know anything about this?" You shake your head and he turns to the elders of the room. "I cannot believe people like you exists. Using your children as pawns to your fucking business, I hope you choke on your every single pennies you own!"

"Taemin!" His father's boomed.

They've already signed everything? So, what, all you have to do is marry Taemin to seal the deal and make sure none of the family will back down? What kind of bullshiterry is this?

"Is there going to be a problem about this? Because we didn't waste our daughter's time for this." Your Dad utters.

You scoff, then it turns into a laugh. An obnoxious loud laugh, they all turn to you. No matter how many times your Mom calls your name you kept on laughing, clutching your stomach.

"Thank you, Dad." You calmed down and wiped tears on your eyes. "Thank you so much for thinking about me. Oh, God, that is so nice of you! Waste my time, right? The Kim's should be embarrass about their son's protest to marry a stranger because it is the noble and right thing to do. They should be ashamed of themselves for not controlling their son! What kind of parents are they?" The air in the room tilted, your father's knuckles are turning white while his ears are burning red, The Kims and your Mom is holding their breaths as you and your Dad seems to have each other by the neck. "No? All of you-"

"YN, that is enough! One more word out of you and you will deal with the consequences!"

"–fuck yourselves. I am leaving." You push your chair and stood up. Taemin declares he's leaving too, he was the first out the door and slam it shut. You were about to do the same when your Dad speaks.

"Mira will suffer from this. Take my word for it." Your heart sank as much as you want to run away from them you can't they have you by the neck using your sister's name. "If you leave right now, your sister will be sent away and you will never hear from her again."

It took you moments to drop your hand from the doorknob and face them with streaming tears. Taehyung wanted to reach for you, he wanted to tell them to fuck off as well, but he figured it's no use. He can't so anything about this to help you out, he wishes there's something he can do.

"Sit down, YN." Your mother coos, you obey her and sat back down. You flinch when she tried to touch your arms. "I'm sorry about that. Now, that everything is back on track, we need to talk about the date of the wedding."

Mrs. Kim looks at everyone back and forth, "I don't think Taemin will come back or show himself again. He has this temper that made him an unbearable person that's what happens when you give them everthing they want."

Taehyung's eyes rolls and scoffs. His brother is nothing like that, he's the nicest out of the two of them. Graduated top of the class and volunteers at every shelter he can. How can they frame their own son as some kind of spoiled brat, if him they were talking about Taehyung would agree, no doubt.

"Well, you have to convince him. Our industry would like to merge with you as soon as we can. The deal is 6 months." You Dad spoke as if you weren't crying your eyes out.

"We'll do something about it-"

Taehyung who's been sitting silently ever since they walked in spoke something he should regret. Said something that made everyone finally notice his presence and sends shivers down your spine. He didn't even look up when he said it, he's just tapping his fingers on the table as he clenches his jaw.

"I'll do it."

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Mira smiled as you brings out the snacks you bought for her. She gathers everything using her arms and set it on her pink bed. You look up to her nurse and told her to give you a moment with her.

"You're not going to eat it all at once, do you?" Her bed bounces when you jump in. "You have to give me some."

She hides the snack behind her. "But you gave them to me."

"Yes, to share."

She sigh and slowly handed you one.

You spent all day with Mira, playing and doing whatever she wants. So you sneaked her out and went to a lake, she loves outdoors and nature specially with flowers You remembered how much you begged your parents to build a gazebo in the garden for her. You were 15 and she was 19. The look on her face when she first saw it is always going to be a core memory for you.

She sulks when both of you have to leave, but them you promised her ice cream. Mira catch you up about her life, more like ramble about what she does or what they do to her.

Mira says something that broke your heart to millions. "I'm going to be fixed sooner, so I can come to your school my doctor said."

Like she needed fixing, you hate on what kind of doctors or people she's around with. How they can say something to her like she's less than human. When you vowed to hate your parents forever for what they did to her and you, you meant it. Making Mira feel like this.

You were thirteen when you found out that you have an older sister. You found photos and document on your Mother's desk when you were trying to find her seal to sign a school paper yourself. At first you were confused as to why she has a photo of a girl, who looks exactly like you, but older with short hair. You took a copy of her birth certificate and everything else.

By the time you were 14, your Mom finally let you meet her. She's in a seperate home, away from all of you. "She doesn't belong with us, it's better this way. People won't talk about our family." Your father said, that right there that day is when you started hating him. How disgusting and vile his mindset when you used to adore him as a smart business man.

After that, years of fighting with your father about Mira. They were wrong about her, she's not "useless" as they put her to be. She's much more than that, she's sweet and kind and funny. Sure she has fits and all but that's not her fault, she has triggers, but with right care and patience it can be easily deal with.

Autism isn’t this negative thing, it’s just a different way of thinking and experiencing the world. She just find herself more or less compatible with living than others, she'll have different needs and it may vary everyday. Why can't they understand that? Why do they keep trying on "fixing" her, when all she needs is love and to be seen as what she is and that's okay? Why do we have the same parents, when she could have others who will love her with their whole heart?

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Your phone buzzed in your night stand, you carefully roll out of the covers so Mira won't stir and wake herself up.

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an: have y'all seen Jungkook lately? Jesus Christ that man is killing ARMYs 10 at a time. Qatar made him more intense 😭

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jksian · 10 months ago

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Yes or no? | JJk (m)

00 - intro

Note: So this is something completely new for me!!! I just got an idea and thought about writing it! Loosely inspired by Yes or No song by Jungkook. Hope y'all gonna like it🤞🏻

Genre: college au, FWB, smut, angst and fluff

Tag-list is open!

#bts social medi au #bts x reader #bts smut #jungkook drabble #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook social media au #bts fanfic #jungkook fanfic #jungkook #bts

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mxckiemxn · 4 months ago

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Random Best Friend Texts pt.4 🖤

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol

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vantxx95 · 4 months ago

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love them all <3

jungkook fanfics that deserve to be turned into kdramas.

(a recommendation you badly need) ⭑.ᐟ

Sauvage ౨ৎ by @tljunglebook

— grumpy x sunshine, cold and detached jungkook (who turns into a whipped puppy later on) work romance, slow burn.

(starting off strong! this book’s got the most delicious slow burn to ever exist! blushing at how sexy, down bad & protective for oc jungkook’s here ugh)

10 Seconds ᥫ᭡ by @deepdarkdelights

— yandere jungkook, abduction, stalking, stockholm syndrome.

(this series is my first love, i would do anything to read this for the first time again!)

Penpal 𓍯𓂃 by @laughing-with-god

— yandere prisoner jungkook, stalking, breaking in.

(gotta contact some directors and producers to turn this into a drama! it would slay so hard!)

Risqué ✧˖° by @mercurygguk

— age gap, forbidden romance, smut, angst.

(the time stamps and drabbles are the essence of this fic, the smut is so well written! god can someone already turn this into a mini netflix series please!?)

About Time ִ࣪𖤐 by @yoonia

— time travel au, major angst, second chances, smut, fluff.

(if i had the chance to devour a book, i’d eat this one (obviously) it’s one of the best books of my life, i would die to see a live version of this)

I Want You To Stay ʚɞ ⁺˖ by @ahundredtimesover

— ceo jungkook, strangers to lovers, slow burn, angst, smut.

(no slow burn ever slow burned the way this story slow burned! best read of 2024 in my opinion!)

Bride Of Devil ♰ 𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ by @jasminefanfics

— dark romance, gangster au, enemies to lovers, forced proximity, age gap, kinda yandere husband jungkook.

(my youtube fanfic girlies assemble! this is the best mafia jungkook fic i can recommend for ya’ll! the bgm is so addictive and perfect)

An Abundance Of Luck And A Sprinkle Of Fate 𐙚 by @borathae

— strangers to lovers, romance, found family, smut, angst, healing.

(I remember being unhealthily obsessed with this lord, aaol!kook & oc will forever be my baby TT this book tugs at your heart in a way that’s inexplainable)

ps — have a good read girlies <3

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muniimyg · 1 year ago

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CLOSE TO YOU // JJK

it should've been easier than this, right?

in which oc and jungkook sleep together and he can't get over it

navi | m. list | ask me ! | taglist is closed

pairings: goofy jungkook + uptight oc

au/genre:

uni au

friends with benefits

fluff & crack

warnings:

implied + actual smut (x)

toxic behaviour (it's a process)

parts: 10/10+ [ completed 2024/01/28 ]

1: rizz

1.5: ah, shit (x)

2: cuffing szn

2.5: stfu

3: woof

3.5: coffee (x)

4: conceided

4.5: say it (x)

5: drunk

5.5: worst behaviour

6: truth or dare

6.5: baby (x)

7: ice cream

7.5: the parilla leaf

8: uno reverse

8.5: exhiled

9: us

9.5: laundry (x)

10: time

10.5: love (x)

end.

+ 00: friends

+ halloween extra

+ unhinged extra (1)

+ unhinged extra (2)

+ unhinged extra (3)

+ falling in love extra

+ clingy extra

+ yuna/tae/joon extra

#bts fic #bts social media au #bts smau #bts fake texts #bts fic rec #jungkook smau #jungkook fic #jungkook smut #jungkook fluff #jungkook scenario #jungkook imagine #jk x oc

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luvismenu · 2 months ago

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˖ ִֶָ 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐛𝐨𝐲!𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 ་༘࿐ m.list / mini mlist

note — fuckboy!jk was originally supposed to have 2 parts, but then i made it 5, and eventually it became a 10-part series. the extras/drabbles might be a bit confusing, but you can read them in any order you like — either start with the extras and mix them with the chapters, or read the series first and then the extras.

┈➤ 01 , 02 , 03 , 04 , 05 , 06 , 07 , 08 , 09 , 10. end

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extras/drabbles ♡

── . first meet / texts / - before pt.1

── . first time fucking / texts / - before pt.1

── . jk's pov when you got drunk / a scene from pt.3

── . stfu i miss u / extra, in the future :)

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— no series taglist ♡

#jeon jungkook #jungkook smau #jungkook fic #jungkook fic recs #bts social media au #fake dating

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jboofan · 2 years ago

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It's in our DNA

1. I think my brain fell out my head

Jungkook's brother Junghyun waved to the bouncer as they walked straight in. Jungkook reluctantly followed him as they entered, the noise almost deafening.

"Hyung I ain't feeling this," shaking his head at it all.

"Kook man, you live at the gym but what's the point of it all if you can't meet up with your brother for a drink.."

"I dunno man. Clubs ain't my scene unless it's a album release or something.." he looked up the stairs that Junghyun had all but climbed, up to a upper level which was more laid back and had a private bar.

"C'mon man, for a brother? Your older brother?" Junghyun smiled and tried to give him the charm.

"That's low man, you gonna play the brother card? You really are nervous about something huh?"

"Yeah I am, but let's get a drink first!"

"Ok spit it out will you?" Junghyun waved a finger and two whiskeys were promptly brought over.

"So, your sister in law has got a friend," he began.

"I only want Jennie."

"I ain't talking about her," he dismissed the subject immediately. They must have been off and on so many times, he'd lost count.

"Like I say," he repeated, "she got a friend and she's moving here and she needs a place to stay."

Jungkook took a sip.

"What's that gotta do with me?" Jungkook swirled his glass.

"She needs a place to stay," he repeated.

"Get her a hotel room or something. Why do I care?"

"She's family, I can't have her staying in a hotel. And you have a two bed apartment."

Junghyun noticed that he said nothing but gave a chuckle.

"Right, so it's not cos I'm reliable, it's because I've got the space. I wanted to convert it to a gym."

"Her name is YN. This girl, she is smart, looks, whole package." He thanked the waitress and turned back to Jungkook.

"How do you know her again?"

"She's like her cousin, here for work and you won't even notice she's there!"

Jungkook shook his head. "Nah bro. No."

"Why's that?"

"Cos now you're saying she's family and a cousin, how am I supposed to say no to helping you? You know I like my own space, I don't want some roommate."

"She's so busy that even I haven't seen her in years. She's a workaholic so you'll barely see her. Just do me a favour will you?" he looked over the balcony down below, scanning the crowd.

"I dunno man."

"Well you got five minutes to decide."

"Cmon stop messing. Five minutes?"

"Yeah," he replied seriously.

"What the hell hyung?!"

"She'll be there in five," he took a sip and announced it with a smile.

"She'll be there in five fucking minutes?"

"Well you took so long to get here, that you didn't leave me much of a buffer dude."

"I never said yes," Jungkook knocked back the whiskey feeling it burn down his throat.

His brother grinned, "but you never said no. Besides," he tried to convince him, with a slap on the back as he rose, "it's not like you're ever home. She's always working and so are you, so you will barely see her."

Jungkook sighed, he realised if Junghyun was asking then it was only after serious consideration.

"But I've only just got the place to myself since Jin left," he whined.

"You won't even notice her, I promise. Do this as a favour to me."

"What you thinking?" Luna asked, noticing YN go silent and stare at the front door.

"Just my new housemate. I'm just hoping I don't wake up in the middle of the night to find him staring down at me with a pair of scissors poised over my head."

"That was poetic see! Your writer's block is clearing already, and no, I don't think he will be trying to shank you in your sleep... Jungkook is a celebrity. Global icon, and he's also a really nice guy."

"Nice guys ain't going to cut it Luna, I don't know him."

"You guys just have to find common ground."

"Which should be easier if you hadn't told me that Junghyun is making him let me stay here. Now I feel bad that he's putting me up when he doesn't want to."

Luna made a guilty face and apologised instantly making YN feel bad.

"Don't. Junghyun said that Jungkook took very little persuasion. And you don't even have to pay rent."

"But that's not right either is it? I should at least pay something no? It's not right to get to stay in this great apartment for nothing."

Luna grabbed one of her bags as they got to the door.

"Just be your normal helpful self, be thankful and everything will be fine."

"Of course, I'll be the best housemate," YN told herself as she punched in the passcode and stepped in. "And I'm sure he's disgustingly lovely. All idols are right?"

"Well let's hope you find out," Luna said wiping her brow and helping move the last of the boxes inside the heavy front door. Almost all of YN's things were piling up in Luna and Junghyun's place but YN knew they were itching to get settled so she didn't want to take longer than necessary.

Luna had helped move her things to her new home and she appreciated the help, especially as she knew it would take ages to move her stuff by herself.

"Hyun gave Jungkook your number, and said he will message you."

"Oh, well that's nice of him," YN got the feeling that he was going to be cold. Mean. A typical celebrity she had been around too often.

She'd been impressed by the location, and secretly thankful that the rent wasn't going to be charged. She'd have been able to afford it, she thought proudly but she didn't want to have to use that money, not when it could be going to a better cause. Like her own place.

Soon as she realised she was alone, her phone vibrated in her back pocket, as though able to tell the future.

"No animals, if you break it you fix it and if you can't fix it buy another. No pink crap. I've got a schedule and I keep to it. Stay out my sight."

Downtown Hannam-dong is the heart and soul of the music scene in Seoul, and was just as nice as where she lived with Luna in Gangnam, but now she was definitely closer to its fine restaurants, fantastic shopping and the TV networks, her purse was going to suffer. She looked around the typically manly apartment and sneered at Jungkook's words.

"Pink crap. I'll give you pink crap," she frowned, thinking back to the message, as she switched on the lights, watching the whole apartment light up like Oxford Street at Christmas. The dark floorboards were so polished she could see her reflection, the living room was coloured distinctly in bright white, soft creams and industrial greys; modern and minimalist.

YN dumped her things in her room, which was huge. Every room looked bigger than the former, brand spanking new, with extraordinary views of downtown from the wall to wall windows. Her fingers slowly traced the back of the plush white sofa to the sparkling brown granite countertops and the hardly touched eight hob cooker. This place was a showroom. Luna hadn't been lying when she said he was hardly home.

YN made herself at home in the kitchen, the cupboards were bare and that gave her more than enough space to put her unused kitchen stuff away. She continued to frown and look at the dark colours of the room.

The devil probably has an aversion to light, she laughed to herself as the aroma of spiced thai curry filled the kitchen. She had to buy a rug or something just to lighten the place up.

"Don't get excited. Just save as much as you can, save and get your own place. He isn't the devil, I'm sure my luck can't be that bad since I'm living with an idol," she tried to convince herself.

Her gaze fell naturally to his room which was right next to hers. Great. At least she had the headphones to block him out in the evenings if he made too much noise, or had some lady friend over. He was too good looking for his own good. The news constantly reported every little detail of his life that they could get hold off, including his failure to stay in a relationship for the last few years.

"He must still be pretty to look at," she admitted, seeing the trophies in the cabinet, magazine covers on decorative stands, before shaking her thoughts out her head. "Don't be stupid YN," she scolded herself. "Overworked writers don't do stupid things. Underpaid writers don't do stupid things."

But the bathroom had to be her favourite room in the entire apartment. The floor to ceiling windows that adorned one side of the room was one way glass so she could do a naked dance and no one would be able to see her. It allowed in the most wonderful natural light and acted as a wake up call of the gentlest nature.

A huge bath tub sat in the middle of the room, the centre of attention, twin sinks and a luxurious rainforest shower room stood to one side of the bathroom. The counter was dark brown, but wasn't so brash that it looked like it belonged in a night club. It looked like a bathroom you'd find at a luxurious, you can only get there by speedboat hotel. She took a peek at his toiletries and couldn't deny the brand's were expensive, sweet smelling and that she would definitely be trying them out.

YN nodded to herself as she took out her clothes and spent the rest of the evening filling her wardrobe up. She had to give it to Jungkook, his wardrobe must be humongous, and she'd already filled up her walk in closet and her drawers. She popped the radio on, having eventually figured out how to switch the shiny thing that sat next to a vinyl record player, and danced as she walked around the living room in her PJ's.

Maybe she could make this work. Having a roommate that is never home could be a good, she thought as she weighed up the positives. For one, she may feel like she's living on her own and wouldn't have to worry about someone always getting in her space especially as she was usually put to work at the crack of dawn, and often didn't return for a few days at a time.

She sat down and inhaled the silence; however, it can also be quite lonely having someone that is never around, she realised, especially if you planned on living together and were hoping to become friends with your roommate.

Who would she have wine o'clock with now that Luna and Junghyun were too busy dancing around trees declaring their love for one another? Luna was her bestie. No one can replace your bestie, right?

It didn't feel that way. They didn't get manicures together anymore, and Luna's weekends were always filled up with plans she had made with Junghyun.

YN shuddered at the mere thought of having a friendship with idol Jungkook of BTS; she opened the fridge to see how this man lived.

He should count himself lucky for having the chance to share space she thought as she saw the bare fridge.

"This is gonna be interesting," she told herself, grabbing the half finished bottle of wine closest to her, tiptoed for a wine glass from a nearby kitchen cabinet and poured a generous amount.

Maybe she'd have better luck being his friend if he just didn't come home?

Jungkook didn't want to go home.

This had been one hell of a month and this week had been eventful to say the least. The boys were back together doing a few events, whilst Jin enjoyed military life; his girlfriend was ignoring him and now some country bumpkin was living with him.

Their appearance on another US network had just been announced in line with Jin's release and he was riding the crest of a wave. When they stood, all seven of them; his brothers, they were whole again and it felt so right.

"Ready to kick some ass?" Hope giggled, unable to keep still, Jungkook knocking his head side to side, trying to contain his excitement.

"Always. With you guys, always," he poured the water in his hair and waited for their music to play, as they moved through another gruelling dance practice. He danced harder, jumped higher eager to burn off the night's earlier whiskeys with his brother and all thoughts and worries about his new guest flittered away.

YN slept in her favourite checked sheets, troubled as she always was at night, walking in a cold sweat and shaking. The curtains to her room were closed but she could tell it was still dark. She yawned and sat up, reaching for the bedside table then realised her room didn't have one. One thing about working on variety shows was the ungodly hours at which she rose. The habitual habits of the last few years were hard to break.

Another thing to add to her list of things she needed, of what this perfectly designed, cold apartment needed, she told herself. Sighing she got up and wondered in the dark, blindly looking for the kitchen. The dark furniture coupled with the dark kitchen had her knocking into everything as she felt for the kitchen counter, swearing in the darkness.

He didn't come home that day. Or the rest of the week.

It was 2am when Jungkook eventually pulled up to his parking spot hungry. Rubbing a week's worth of sleep from his eyes he reversed haphazardly and swiped his card to get into the building. The boys followed and they joked their way to the lift.

One thing about being rich was being able to buy a whole complex, and the great thing about being filthy rich with your friends was that they all bought apartments in the same tower as you.

Dragging his sore feet and wanting nothing more than to sleep standing up, he pushed the front door open and let it close loudly with a snap.

YN had just switched off her alarm when she's heard the door slam, and her heart jumped out of her chest. Clutching her blanket she scrunched up against her headboard. She heard a voice. No two voices. And then a muffled third.

Oh God, she whimpered.

She was going to get stabbed in her bed that she'd only slept in for a few weeks. Shaking, she felt for something to protect herself with; her room was the nearest of the two and it wouldn't be long before whoever was in the apartment would come through her door and kill her.

Jungkook threw his stuff into his room whilst Jimin returned for a customary beer with Taehyung.

"When did you start buying food Jungkook?" Jimin handed him a well deserved beer as he returned from his room freshly dressed before helping himself to a bowl of snacks.

"What you talkin bout?"

"Woah!" managed Taehyung dropping his popcorn and putting his hands up as a woman with a gold trophy came out of her room.

"Who the hell are you?" asked Jimin confused.

"Who the hell are you?" she asked back. First she thought she was seeing things, but it was too late, when she realised that she really was seeing two BTS members. And getting comfortable eating snacks out of her favourite bowl and drinking the beers out the fridge was her landlord.

"Woah there!" came a voice she finally recognised.

Jungkook saw her standing there, feet apart lightly poised on the flat of her feet, in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt brandishing one of his prized trophies in their face.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Jungkook spat back, his mouth piercing moving as he blew out his breath.

She aimed the heavy metal lump at Jimin and Jungkook noticed how steady her hand was. No hesitation. He wasn't sure if he was scared or impressed.

And then she realised who she was speaking to.

"Jungkook-ssi?" her voice changed a little, relieved.

"They're my members, my hyungs, relax."

"Oh."

Her voice was piercingly clear, yet softly spoken, but afraid. Worried she would hurt herself, Jungkook moved forward, his hand reaching out to help lower her hand.

"It's okay," he saw the goosebumps on her arm as he undid her monster grip from around it's base, one finger at a time.

The others watched the two of them looking awkwardly at each other.

"Jungkook-ssi?" he repeated with a light chuckle. She sure was polite, this woman with the brightest smile he had ever seen. And no one has been that polite in how they addressed him in quite a while.

"That's who you are of course right?" she pointed to her finger at his face, lowering it with the other hand as soon as she realised she was being rude.

"What the hell happened to your face?" on instinct she moved towards him, concern filled her voice, seeing up close the welt marks across a cheek.

"My belt hit me in the face," he cleared his throat, embarrassed. "What are you even doing here?"

"You told me to move in whilst you were away."

Jungkook was confused and then he remembered that he had.

"Oh," his face fell. "I did?"

Her eyes went big, and because he was sleepy he couldn't tell if she was upset or not.

"Your words were no animals, if you break it you fix it and if you can't fix it buy another. Oh and my personal favourite - no pink crap. You said to move in whilst you were away," she repeated.

Oh god he's going to ask me to leave isn't he. She's forgotten that part of this arrangement. Sure, it was easy to move in, but it had escaped her that she didn't know how long she could stay.

"Yeah well what's with the trophy?"

"What's with sneaking in at three in the morning and scaring the shit outta me?" she countered.

"I didn't know you were here..why would I sneak around my own apartment?"

"How can you forget someone is living in your house?" she asked genuinely confused.

"That's your room mate?" Jimin asked, just as taken back as Taehyung. "You said she was ugly."

"Since when did you have someone living with you, you never told us that?" Taehyung was just as confused.

"Excuse you? I'm ugly? You didn't even know what I look like?!"

"I must have forgotten, I've got loads on my mind," he admitted, sitting down and even more annoyed that it had slipped his mind.

"Are, are you okay?" she padded over slowly to him with a glass of water. "There was a trophy in my room and I just picked it up because it was heavy and," she explained before feeling embarrassed for sharing the same air as him.

"Dude you okay?" Jimin raised an eyebrow as Jungkook kept blinking his eyes.

"I think my brain fell out my head. I can't think," he blinked blankly again.

"I'll um, speak to you in the morning. My apologies, I didn't mean to scare anyone. I was just scared someone had broken in," she retraced her steps to her room, quickly locking it after her before anyone got the chance to speak.

"Great YN," she sighed. "He's definitely not going to let you stay here now."

"That was.. interesting?" Jimin chuckled as a confused Jungkook lay back on the sofa with a big sigh.

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