#jungkook x reader fluf

[bonny-kookoo]

the sugar & spice jin drabble was adorable at the end ! could we see jk coming to get her after seeing her all excited ? 🥹🥹

They're so cute I love them

The moment the door opens and Jungkook is revealed, you're hurrying to jump right into his arms, as he's barely able to catch you with a laugh.

"My baby!" He says, spinning you around and making Jin laugh as he watches you both, your tail swinging from side to side as Jungkook sways you from side to side for a second, kiss pressed to the top of your head. "Go fetch your things, let's go home yeah?" He tells you, playfully smacking your butt once as you dash off to do just as he said.

"She really missed you." Seokjin says, greeting his bandmate too. "But she's also very sweet. A bit quiet, but super polite."

"I'm glad you got along." Jungkook nods, relieved. "I'm sorry it was so sudden."

"No problem. You can call me up whenever you need a place for her again." He reassures his younger friend, as you walk back into the room with your overnight bag- surprisingly moving to hug Seokjin goodbye, clearly a lot more confident with Jungkook now back.

"It was fun." You say, and Jin grins.

"I'm glad. Now go home you two!" He laughs, shooing you out-

And Jungkook can't wait to go home with you, and sleep with you in his arms again.

[jungshookz]

smitten: jungkook's date is tonight but y/n's more stressed about it than he is

➺ pairing; jeon jungkook x reader

➺ genre; smitten!miniseries!! bff!kook & smitten!y/n!! university!au!! honk honk humour!! the boo hoo angsty wattpad-energy fic of your dreams!! unrequited love!! so much pining!! it hurts so bad but that's what makes it so good!! yoongi should really mind his own business!!

➺ wordcount; 6.5k

➺ summary; jungkook's dream date with ji-eun is tonight and y/n's going to do everything in her power to make sure everything goes perfectly.

➺ what to expect; "we've been planning and preparing for this date for the past week, jungkook. i'm going to do everything in my power to make sure that things go according to plan. your date is going to be perfect.”

➺ currently spinning on the record player; i wish [one direction]

➺ smitten: part one [the almost confession]; part two [the incriminating note]

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“pepperoni to garlic knot- pepperoni to garlic knot- come in- are you there?" 

the sound of the walkie talkie crackling to life makes you perk up and you reach behind to pull it out from your back pocket, pressing down on the side button with your thumb before bringing it up to your mouth

“garlic knot to pepperoni- i'm here." you bite back a grin at the silly nicknames jungkook insisted on using before speaking up again, "the last of the fairy lights have been strung up, by the way! over." 

“oh, sick!" jungkook gasps lightly, "okay, i need you to come down and help me because i've been trying to tie this tie for the last, like, half an hour and at this point i’m just going to have to wave a white flag and surrender. over.” 

"roger that. i'm coming down." you tuck the walkie talkie into your pocket again before letting out a sigh and looking around the rooftop setup with your hands on your hips 

you must admit it looks really good (as it should, because you've literally been setting everything up since this morning and it's about 5:30pm now)

the bubble tent's been blown up and you made it all comfy and cozy inside with fluffed up pillows and soft throw blankets 

you strung the fairy lights up on the clotheslines and you made sure to use fresh batteries for them so that they'll last all night 

and the little round table that jungkook and ji-eun will be eating dinner at was a little wobbly but that problem was easily fixed with some blu-tak 

the happy smile on your face twitches slightly when the realization that you spent the entire day setting up a date that you're not even a part of hits you

"…oh, you silly girl.” you can't help but snort as you shake your head and turn around to head towards the rooftop door so you can go to jungkook’s apartment, "you silly, silly girl-" 

all of this time

all of this effort

all of this everything for a boy you like who you know for sure doesn't like you back because if he liked you back he wouldn’t have asked someone else out

what exactly do you think the end result is here?

what exactly do you think you're gaining out of this?

literally nothing!!!!

so why are you doing all of this??

"because i'm a big ol' simp with no backbone, apparently-" you mutter under your breath as you open the door to jungkook's apartment, forcing the frown off your face and replacing it with an easygoing smile 

you may be a simp with no backbone but…

well, no

that’s it. there’s nothing else to say. 

"y/n? that you?" 

"yeah! sorry, probably should’ve knocked or something- also, not to toot my own horn or anything, but i did a fantastic job with the decorations! i could be a party planner or something if this whole school thing doesn’t work out-” you kick the door shut behind you before looking around for jungkook, "where are you?" 

"gimme a sec! i'm, like- i'm almost done, just wait-" 

you plop down on the couch and tilt your head back to look up at the ceiling before letting out another quiet sigh 

this is why you need to be constantly busy doing things, because if you get even a moment of peace, you start to think and think and think and you hate being alone with your thoughts because your brain starts to mock you and berate you and say things like hey, y/n? you have a paper due at midnight tonight that you're only halfway done with but instead you're prioritizing being a wingwoman to a boy who's head over heels in love with someone else-

"okay, hi!" you jolt in surprise at the sound of jungkook's voice from behind you and you're about to turn around when suddenly he speaks up again, "hold on! close your eyes until i tell you to open them."

"what? why?" you frown as you settle back against the couch again and shut your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest, “i already know what you’re going to wear, i’m the one that picked the outfit for you anyway-”

"i know, but surprises are fun-" you hear the shuffling of material and you resist the urge to turn around immediately as your impatience grows, "okay, i think that looks fine. turn around!" 

"i really don't know why you had to prepare me to see you in-" you twist your upper half around so you can finally look at jungkook and almost immediately you feel your heart skip a beat at the sight 

the crisp white button-up tucked into a pair of slacks are a stark contrast to the outfits you're so used to seeing jungkook in because most of the time he's drowning in a sweatshirt that's ten sizes too big for him and some slouchy cargo pants and a pair of chunky black stompers

but this? this is…

oh, wow.

"so?" jungkook's being uncharacteristically shy with you as he averts his gaze and reaches down to fiddle with one of the buttons on his shirt, "how… do i look?" 

"-handsome." you blurt out, shaking yourself out of your slight daze as you get up from the couch so you can go over to him, "you look- you look very handsome, jungkook. you- yeah, you look very handsome.” you press your lips together, unsure if you should say anything else because you’re not sure where the line is between being a supportive friend or just ogling your friend like he’s a piece of meat 

it's when you find yourself looking down at your own outfit (jeans and a t-shirt and socks with a hole on the right heel) that the little voice in the back of your head reminds you of the reality of the situation: that he's looking very handsome not for you, but for ji-eun, and in this moment you wish there was a way to just shut your brain off to cease all cruel thoughts 

jungkook looks very nice. just focus on one thing at a time. 

“oh my god-“ jungkook's nose immediately scrunches up before he lets out a little laugh, "you're totally hitting on me right now, you weirdo- you look very handsome, jungkook-” he mocks you in a higher voice and you can’t help but feel a little dejected that this is how he reacts to a genuine compliment from you 

if anything, it’s more confirmation you didn’t need that jungkook most definitely doesn’t feel the same way about you  

"well, i-" you stop yourself from walking any closer to him as you feel your entire face flush bright red, "i- well, i’m trying to be supportive here… you look nice, i’m not gonna be an asshole and say you look bad for this date-” you force out a nervous laugh as you reach up to rub the back of your neck, "whatever, you look fine-" 

“thank you, i just- i’m not used to compliments but anyway-” jungkook interrupts you (thankfully, otherwise you definitely would’ve continued to babble and babble and babble) to hold up a black tie, "you need to help me with this." 

"you know, i… i actually don't think you need the tie?" you tilt your head a little as you look over jungkook's outfit, "i think you'll look better without it on, and a tie seems a little too formal for the date- can i-" you shuffle forwards slightly before undoing a couple of buttons on jungkook's shirt and spreading the collar open a little, jungkook raising his head a bit so you can work your magic 

"you really think this looks better?” he asks quietly, and your eyes flicker up to meet his for a brief second before you quickly look back down at your fumbling fingers 

"yea,” you respond, pressing your lips together as you smooth out the collar before taking the tie from his hand, tossing it over your shoulder and stepping back to look at your work, "yeah. that's much better. okay, put the suit jacket on, lemme see the whole look-"

"dude, i've been, like- so nervous all day." jungkook lets out a breath as he pulls the suit jacket up off the back of the couch, "like- okay, obviously ji-eun and i get along really well in real life, but this is the first time we'll be in, like, a romantic setting, you know? like romantic on purpose.“ 

"it'll be fine. i mean, you already got through the hardest bit which was asking her out-" you shrug as you lean against the back of the couch and cross an ankle over the other, "and she said yes, so… obviously you're doing something right. you’re gonna be fine, you just have first date jitters! everyone gets the first date jitters.” 

"i know, but-" he smooths the sleeves of the suit jacket out before looking back over at you, "ah, i don't know. i just feel like i'm gonna screw up somehow, you know?" 

"you won’t,” you shake your head before offering him a smile, "just be yourself! don't put too much pressure on, like- on acting like how you think she wants you to act, you know what i mean? just be yourself. she likes you, jungkook. you're a total catch, so-" you cut yourself off before you wander into the ‘you’re a total catch which is actually the reason why i’m in love with you' portion of your pep-talk as you get up off the couch, "yeah! just- just relax. everything's going to go perfectly tonight. and like i was saying when i first walked in here, not to toot my own horn or anything but the rooftop looks immaculate.”  

“i’m sure it does! i can’t wait to see it-“ jungkook pauses all of a sudden, his eyes widening in realization, "oh, shit!"

you don't even get the chance to ask him what's wrong before he starts to spiral and you blink rapidly at the sudden change in behaviour 

"oh my god.” jungkook slaps his hand against his forehead, “i- fuck, i forgot to pick up the flowers and the- oh my god, i knew i forgot to do something today!" he gawks, pulling his phone out of his back pocket, "shit! shit, shit- damnit, i was gonna pick them up this morning and then i went to the gym and i forgot-" 

“i-" you’re slightly startled at how stressed he is over some flowers and you can’t help but chuckle, “there’s even a little sticky note on the fridge to remind you-”

"i know!” jungkook whines, “i know, i don't know, i guess it just slipped my mind because i've literally been thinking about this date all week-“ he sucks some air in through his teeth before shaking his head, “okay, i guess i can just head over there right now and then come back-”

"woah, woah-" you skid over and press a hand to jungkook's chest to keep him from bolting out the door, “what are you talking about? you can't leave now! it's- it's 5:45- and not to mention, it's literally rush hour so the highways are probably all clogged up right now and- ji-eun's going to be here in half an hour so you'll never make it back in time and your suit's going to get all wrinkled because you'll be all cramped up on the bus-" 

"y/n, the flowers and the teddy bear are two essential parts of the date,” jungkook looks at you with wide eyes, clearly desperate to leave the apartment, “i’m not gonna have anything to give her when she arrives, she can’t show up only for me to be empty handed-”

"hey, relax!” you snap, softening your tone when jungkook’s shoulders droop slightly, “listen, you are not going to leave the apartment because ji-eun is coming and i’m sure she’ll be disappointed if she finds me on the rooftop instead of you. this is what’s going to happen: you’re going to sit here and wait for ji-eun, i’m going to go and pick up the flowers and the teddy bear, and then you can give them to her after the date. it’s going to be fine, you are literally being so dramatic right now-”

"but-" 

"look, i'm sure ji-eun isn't going to throw a tantrum if you don't present her with a bouquet of flowers at the beginning of the date- if she did, that’d be kind of odd but that’s not the point- the point is, it'll be fine. you go on your date, i’ll pick them up." 

"yeah, but-!" 

"kook, i've got it, alright?" you back away from him slowly but you keep your arm extended to make sure he doesn't move, "i'll take care of everything, you know i can handle it- just- i'm gonna go now and then- i'll leave behind the rooftop door as soon as i get them, okay? and i'll text you so that you'll know they're there-" 

"y/n…" jungkook chews on the inside of his cheek anxiously, guilt swirling around in his eyes, "you've already done so much for me, i can't ask you to-"

"we've been planning and preparing for this date for the past week, jungkook. i'm going to do everything in my power to make sure that things go according to plan. your date is going to be perfect.”

“are you sure? i feel bad, i feel like you did so much and-”

“i’m sure, jungkook-" you interrupt him again before turning to grab your jacket off coat rack, “the only thing you have to think about tonight is how you’re going to charm ji-eun — and to be honest, you don’t even need to think about it because all you have to do is be yourself! now sit down and try to relax. and try not to wrinkle your shirt, i spent way too long ironing it earlier."

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your nose crinkles slightly as you look up at the sky, your brows knitting together in concern at the light grey clouds hanging in the air

the forecast did say it would be cloudy today (and it has been cool and cloudy all day) but you’re hoping it doesn’t rain because if it rains that’ll completely ruin the date and jungkook will probably be electrocuted by the fairy lights if he touched them 

of course, jungkook and ji-eun can take cover in that bubble tent if it starts to rain, but hopefully it doesn’t… (why are you so hellbent on making sure this date is going to go smoothly?! you might as well plan their wedding for them as well at this rate.) 

you perk up when you see the bus you’re supposed to take rounding the corner and you fumble in your purse for your bus card, stepping up to the stop eagerly

your phone buzzes in your pocket and you pull it out once you plop yourself down in a seat in the back  

from: jungkook (5:58pm) — Holy shit I’m acc so nervous 

from: jungkook (5:58pm) — What if this goes horribly 

you can’t help but roll your eyes at how panicky jungkook is being because he really has no reason to be nervous 

all he had to do was dress himself and make himself presentable because you were the one who did all the hard work of setting up (to be fair, you insisted on setting up alone because you like things done a certain way and jungkook seemed too jittery to focus) 

to: jungkook (5:58pm) — you’re literally going to be fine

to: jungkook (5:58pm) — it’s going to be fine 

to: jungkook (5:58pm) —  you already know she likes you 

to: jungkook (5:59pm)— just think of this as another one of your hangouts but you guys are dressed more fancy and you’re on a rooftop for some reason LOL 

from: jungkook (5:59pm) — Okay 

from: jungkook (5:59pm) — She says she’s almost here

from: jungkook (5:59pm) — Do you think I should’ve picked her up instead of her meeting me here 

to: jungkook (5:59pm) — …you rented out a rooftop for her i think she’ll survive 

you pause, setting your phone face down on your lap before letting out a yawn and leaning your head against the window

you got up far too early this morning and the gentle rumbling of the bus down the highway is very soothing

google maps said the journey to your stop was about 38 minutes which means you have approximately 35 minutes to take a quick nap and the remaining 3 minutes to wake yourself up so you won’t be too groggy after hopping off the bus 

you’ve worked hard today, so you deserve a little snooze! 

your right eye peels open when your phone buzzes again

from: jungkook (6:04pm) — Omg she’s here early 

from: jungkook (6:04pm) — Okay 

from: jungkook (6:04pm) — Wish me luck and also thank you for everything you are the best 

a smile twitches at the corner of your mouth and you can’t help but think to yourself that yes, i am kind of the best, aren’t i? 

to: jungkook (6:04pm) — yes yes 

to: jungkook (6:04pm) — good luck! 

to: jungkook (6:04pm)— :-) 

another yawn slips past your lips and you tuck your phone into your purse before leaning your head against the window again and shutting your eyes 

an additional benefit to getting some sleep on the bus is so that your brain won’t start to flood with reminders that jungkook doesn’t like you like that and that you are currently sitting on a bus going to get flowers for him to give to another girl- 

okay, that’s enough of that, your teeth grit together slightly and you clear your throat, crossing one leg over the other as you get settled into the stiff, itchy seats, a quick power nap and then the overthinking can begin again. 

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“excuse me-” 

your eyes open immediately at the feeling of someone shaking your shoulder and you sit up straight, clutching your purse tighter to your body as you look up to see the bus driver smiling down at you in mild concern 

“morning!” he jokes, raising an eyebrow before clicking his tongue and nodding towards the opened doors, “end of the line, miss. gonna have to ask you hop off.”

what? 

in your half-asleep state you can’t help but wonder what you’re doing on a bus and where you were meant to be going in the first place… is the date over? are you heading home? 

“end of the-“ your heart plummets to your stomach at the realization that you took more than just a little snooze because you are, in fact, at the end of the line when you were supposed to be at the flower shop and heading back to jungkook’s apartment now, “wait, end of the line?!”

“i’m guessing you missed your stop? happens a lot when people fall asleep on the bus.” 

“i- yes-“ you pull your phone out to check the time (and your heart nearly stops beating when you see that it’s 7:13), “i was supposed to get off at crown street, how far are we from crown street?” 

“not too far-“ the bus driver hums, “about fifteen-“

“minutes?” you get up from the seat, starting to make your way towards the door but still looking at the driver

“blocks.” he sucks some air in through his teeth, “fifteen blocks away. if you walk from here, it’ll probably take you about… twenty-ish minutes or so to get to the crown street stop-”

“twenty-ish minutes, twenty minutes is nothing, i can make it in ten if i sprint-“ you mutter to yourself, pulling your purse up over your shoulder and turning to smile at the bus driver before hopping off, “thank you, sir, enjoy the rest of your night-!” 

it’s only a second later that you find yourself sprinting down the sidewalk, your runners smacking loudly against the concrete as you keep your purse tucked tightly underneath your armpit

unbelievable! something just had to go wrong tonight, didn’t it?

and it certainly doesn’t help that it’s drizzling right now — you don’t even have an umbrella with you! 

“so stupid, shouldn’t have fallen asleep-“ you look up briefly when you hear a rumble of thunder, stopping at the crosswalk and slapping the button multiple times as if it’s going to make the walk sign appear faster, “c’mon, c’mon…”

you jolt when a flash of lightning lights up the sky before suddenly- 

“oh, come ON!” rain suddenly starts to pour down from the sky and you resist the urge to just fall to the ground and completely give up because it seems like the universe is actively trying to tell you that what you’re doing is clownish behaviour and you need to stand up 

of course, because one of your more prominent traits is your innate stubbornness, you pull your purse off your shoulder and raise it above your head as if it’s going to stop you from getting completely soaked 

rainwater starts to flood into your shoes as you jog across the street and the feeling of your socks increasingly getting wet sends a shiver up your spine 

you pull your purse back onto your shoulder and keep it tightly held under your armpit once your arms start to get sore — you’re already completely soaked so using your purse as an umbrella seems pretty redundant at this point 

“don’t know why i didn’t bring a stupid umbrella with me either!” you huff to yourself, wiping your hair away from your face as you cross another street after looking both ways (safety first), “fall asleep on the bus, gets caught in the rain- stupid, stupid-“ you grumble, reaching up to wipe under your eyes and pressing your lips together in frustration at the wet mascara ink staining your fingertips

wonderful 

just wonderful 

and now you probably look demonic as well 

you pick up in pace when you recognize the street the flower shop is on, speeding up even more when you notice someone standing in front of the doors with a set of keys in their hand looking very ready to close up shop for the night 

“woah, woah, wait! wait, please!” you call out and the person immediately stops, looking over at you and then taking a few steps back in what seems to be mild fear, “so sorry, i just need to pick a bouquet up, i know you’re closing but i really need this bouquet- and-“ 

“did you run here?” he asks, looking you up and down as he adjusts his grip on his umbrella, “…you do know it’s raining, right?” 

“yeah, i- woo, give me a second to catch my breath-“ you pant, bending over and putting both hands on your knees, wincing to yourself as your lungs constrict in your chest, “i don’t remember the last time i ran like this, jesus christ- i think i’m going to puke-“ you force yourself to stand up straight again, placing a hand on your hip as you continue to suck in puffs of air, “i need to pick up an order.” 

“oh, wait! you’re the girl who’s in love with her friend, now i remember who you are-“ his eyes light up briefly before the deadpan expression returns to his face, “sorry, champ. we close at 7:30.” 

“it’s 7:29,” you choose to ignore his first comment before holding your phone up to his face and he immediately deflates, “come on, yoongi- it’s yoongi, right? please. give me a break.” 

“i’m just tryna go home-“ 

“please, my friend’s date is tonight and he was supposed to pick up his flowers this morning but then he went to the gym so he forgot even though there was a sticky note on the fridge reminding him to-”

“wait, you’re picking up his flowers for him?!” yoongi asks, eyes widening again before he throws his head back in a laugh, “hah! oh my god, you- you’re actually kidding me, this has to be a joke-“

“i will give you five glowing stars on google reviews if you let me in-“ you pant, wiping strands of wet hair away from your forehead again, squinting slightly because the rainwater has now fully fucked up your vision and yoongi is starting to look like a dark blob, “even though your customer service skills suck because you’re clearly laughing at me and i really thought you’d have the decency to share your umbrella considering the fact that it’s pouring-“

“my customer service skills are fantastic, you should see the way i flirt with all the older ladies who come in-” yoongi jingles his keys in his hands before checking the time on his watch, “they always leave with $15 silk ribbons on their bouquets and a boost in their self-esteem-“

“we’re wasting time here, i’m supposed to be back at my friend’s place like, now-“ 

“alright, fine.” yoongi sighs, shoving the keys back into the lock before clicking his tongue, “but i’m only doing this because i feel like saying no to you is equivalent to, like, leaving a puppy out in the cold or something. or stealing candy from a baby and then shoving the baby off of its high chair. or, like, taking a chainsaw and destroying a nice old lady’s rosebush in front of her for no reason while she’s standing there with a pitcher of iced tea for you-”

“alright, i get it, you pity me, just let me into the store and give me my damn order.” 

“did you really run all the way here?” he asks, opening the door to let you in as he closes his umbrella and shakes the excess water off before shoving it into the holder

“i took the bus but i fell asleep and missed my stop. ended up at the end of the line and i thought running fifteen blocks would be faster than waiting for the next bus.” you breathe out, your shoes squeaking obnoxiously against the marble floors as you step into the shop and leave a generous trail of rainwater behind you 

yoongi deflates slightly at the mess you’re leaving behind you and he quickly reaches out to grab onto your elbow, “do not take another step. i literally mopped up before closing and you’re leaving a trail everywhere.”

“sorry, sorry…” you apologize sheepishly, taking a step back closer to the front door and looking down at the puddle growing around your feet 

you reach up to squeeze some water out of your air, freezing when you realize you’re just squeezing more water onto the ground for yoongi to mop up 

yoongi gives you an unimpressed, blank stare before shaking his head and flicking the lights on, “there is nobody in the world i would ever run in the rain for. hell, there’s nobody i would even ever run for in general.” 

“well, i’m sorry your heart is made out of literal ice and you don’t have the ability to feel love for another human being.” you respond sarcastically, yoongi turning around with raised eyebrows 

“hey, for someone with an icy cold heart, i didn’t have to let you in, i could very well kick you out right now because i already clocked out for the night-”

“okay, sorry, i’m sorry- just- if i could just pick up the order, i’ll get out of your hair, i’m sorry-“ 

“why are you doing this in the first place?” yoongi asks as he gets settled behind the front desk, switching the monitor back on, “also, i promise i’m not stalling because i also want to get out of here as soon as possible, i just need to check what your order number is-“

“because jungkook forgot to pick the order up this morning.” you respond as if it’s the most obvious answer in the entire world (because to you, it kind of is) 

“well, i get that, but you still didn’t answer the question.” yoongi hums, tapping on the keyboard and hitting the enter key obnoxiously 

“sure, i did.” you frown, “i answered your question. i’m here because jungkook forgot to pick up the order this morning. he’s on his date right now and i told him i could pick it up for him. he’s on a date.” 

“with another girl.” yoongi murmurs, propping his chin up on his palm, “you are picking up flowers for jungkook to give to another girl because…” 

“because i’m his friend.” you feel your eye twitch slightly out of a mixture of growing frustration and impatience, “you have that order number yet? i’m on a time crunch here.” 

“…okay, i think all the rainwater must’ve flushed the logic out of your head…” yoongi purses his lips as he gets up from the seat, offering you an overly polite customer service smile, “please wait here while i get your order from the back. i would offer you a glass of cucumber water and an apple rose whatever cinnamon pastry thing but we are technically closed, so you’re just going to have to stand here and wait.” 

“funny.” you raise an eyebrow, about to squeeze some water out of your top before stopping yourself (you’ll wait until yoongi disappears to the back and then you’ll do it) 

you’re picking up flowers for jungkook because you’re his friend

and on top of that, not only are you his friend, you’re a very good friend of his! 

he would do the same for you if the roles were reversed (well, if the roles were reversed, you would’ve never forgotten to pick up the flowers so jungkook would never have to run in the rain to pick them up for you) 

what does yoongi mean by why are you doing this? 

isn’t it obvious??

if anything, he’s the one with no logic in his head if he can’t grasp the simple answer to his simple question

you’re doing this because you’re jungkook’s friend, and this is what friends do when they care about each other 

“okay, one more time- what are you doing right now?” yoongi pops out from the back with a beautifully wrapped bouquet and an adorable little white teddy bear with a pink heart as its nose and you can’t help but pout sweetly at it 

you know you said the teddy bear would be a little much but looking at it now… you want one too! 

“picking up a bouquet and a teddy bear.” you point out, holding your hands out to take them from yoongi 

“picking up a bouquet and a teddy bear for…” 

“for my friend…” you trail off, making grabby hands at him only for him to pull back slightly

“for your friend jungkook because…” 

“why do you care so much about this? you don’t know me and what i do is none of your business, your job right now is to hand me a bouquet and that teddy bear and you’re not doing a super good job if i’m being honest-”

“you’re right, i don’t know you, but i’m nosy as hell and you seem nice even though you’re oblivious as hell- you’re so close to the answer, too! what are you doing right now and why are you doing what you’re doing?” 

“what are you doing right now? and why are you doing what you’re doing right now??” you snap, looking at the little clock sitting on the desk, “i’m running very late, just give me the damn flowers, man-“ 

“alright, fine.” yoongi deflates, handing you the bouquet and the little bear before shaking his head and turning around to grab the mop from the back, “guess you’ll figure out the answer on your own. by the way, let your friend know that if he wants to order another bouquet for you to pick up that we now have an online ordering form so he doesn’t even have to come in store anymore- by the way, i can lend you an umbrella if you didn’t wanna run in the rain again because like i said, our customer service is-” yoongi spins around and immediately clams up when the only indication that you were even here at all are the two dirty shoe marks staining the white marble floor and the puddle of water around them 

he shrugs to himself and clicks his tongue 

oh well 

…you still better give the store a five star review. 

»»————- ♥ ————-««

the journey back to jungkook’s apartment is a little less chaotic than the journey leaving his place, thankfully 

you managed to get to the bus stop right as the bus came, and if anything, you took that as a sign that the universe was now on your side 

it was rewarding you for being such a good friend! 

of course, you still got caught in the thunderstorm jogging back to jungkook’s building from the bus stop (according to the forecast, it’s supposed to rain all night long) and the bouquet is a little soggy and the little bear’s fur is kind of matted now, but you tried your best to keep them dry under your sopping wet jacket, “alright, kook, don’t worry, i’m coming-“ you mutter, going up the stairs two at a time and ignoring the fact that you’re leaving a wet trail behind you 

you can’t help but shiver at the feeling of cold, wet clothes clinging uncomfortably to your body, pausing when you accidentally use the bear as a makeshift towel to dry your face 

“shit, whoops-“ you pull the bear away instantly, relieved to see that you didn’t leave any streaks of makeup on it 

your legs slow down as you reach the steps leading up towards the door to the rooftop, and you pause at the top of the steps when you hear a melodic giggle from outside amongst the rhythmic pitter patter of chubby raindrops splashing against the cement

sucking your bottom lip in between your teeth as you slow your movements as to not make too much noise and ruin the moment, you press yourself against the side of the stairwell and crouch down on your hands and knees, placing the bouquet on the ground by the door and the little bear right next to it 

the only thing to do now is turn back and head home before you catch a cold from staying in your sopping wet clothes, but the sound of jungkook’s laugh makes your ears perk up and soon enough, you find yourself crawling up the additional three steps up so you can peek through the crack between the door and the frame and- 

kissing

almost instantly, your mouth goes dry and you feel a sharp pinch in your chest at the sight of jungkook and ji-eun kissing, their lips seeming to slot together perfectly as ji-eun curls up closer to jungkook and he reaches up to cup the side of her face, the two of them looking nice and warm (and dry) in the bubble tent as raindrops continue to bounce off the top of it 

your eyelids flutter slightly as your brain catches up to what you’re looking at, and just like that, everything hits you like a ton of bricks 

what the fuck am i doing?

you are crouched down in the stairwell like a creep, sopping wet from the heavy rain, still exhausted from sprinting fifteen blocks to get to the stupid flower shop before it closed, staring at the boy you love kissing someone else on a rooftop that you spent all day decorating and setting up  

you look down towards the bouquet and bear, swallowing the lump in your throat as your eyes begin to glaze over because oh my god, what are you doing? 

the bouquet of flowers is not for you 

the cute little bear is not for you 

the bubble tent and the fairy lights and the porcelain plates and fancy cutlery — all of it isn’t for you, it’s for someone else, it’s for ji-eun 

ji-eun is the one that’s kissing jungkook right now, not you 

in fact, it’ll never be you because jungkook doesn’t like you 

you turn around so you can sit on the steps properly, folding your arms over the tops of your knees and propping your chin up on top of them

jungkook does not like you back

you helped him plan this date and you helped him set up the rooftop for his romantic date with ji-eun and you ironed his shirt and you ran in the rain to get the bouquet and the bear not just because you’re a good friend — you did all of this because you are hopelessly, hopelessly in love with jungkook and you would pluck all the stars in the sky for him and put them in a jar if he’d asked 

“oh my god, y/n.” you breathe out, pinching the bridge of your nose as you shake your head in dejection, “what the fuck are you doing?”

you feel that all too familiar prickle in your nose as you get up onto your feet and head down the steps one by one, your heart heavy in your chest as you adjust the strap of your purse over your shoulder 

(and as you stare up at the ceiling when you’re in bed later that night after taking a nice, hot shower and shoving your cold, wet clothes into the hamper, you can’t help but wonder if perhaps you’ll be pining after jungkook for the rest of your life.) 

»»————- ♥ ————-««

from: jungkook (1:08am) — Thanks for getting the flowers and the bear for me you’re a lifesaver 

from: jungkook (1:08am) — Like actually the best

from: jungkook (1:08am) — So grateful to have a friend as good as you 

from: jungkook (1:09am) —The date went really well btw 

from: jungkook (1:09am) — Hope you’re sleeping well :) Will text you tomorrow 

🎙️ tell yoongi to mind his own business or console y/n (talk to my characters!)

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[sunnebeam]

twin flame bruise. (02)

PART 2.

pairing: jeon jeongguk x reader, jeon jungkook x reader (yes they're different people)

plot: the jeon twins have become nothing more than two strikingly similar looking guys who share a mere home address and a last name. but in their senior year of college, the estranged twins may have found one more thing they share in common – you.

warnings: jeon twins au, possible headache bc the use of Jeongguk (nicknamed Guk) and Jung Kook (nicknamed JK) is v confusing, mentions of money laundering, strained family relationships

series index. | masterlist + disclaimers.

note: part 2 is here!!! this will have 8 parts + an epilogue btw! each part will more or less have the same word count as this one (since i still struggle writing long pieces),,, no update schedule, we just chillin' here and writing things when we have the time and energy <3 as always, feedback is highly appreciated!

It’s been a month and a half since Jung Kook last had a good night’s sleep.

But he supposes it could be worse. After all, the bed he’s laying on is decently soft, the pillows are freshly fluffed, and the bedroom he’s occupying doesn’t have that dusty-old-room smell. Yoongi really outdid himself with this one.

“Hey, kid.”

Speak of the devil.

JK turns on his side, his back facing the opened door and the person entering it. He hears another set of footsteps that tells him Namjoon just entered, too. Still, he doesn’t budge.

He knows his being a bit too hard on his two companions, but JK can’t help it.

“I know you’re mad at us…”

He’s not, actually. He’s mad at the situation.

“...and I know you hate this place…”

Not exactly. It’s a decent house. He just prefers his own.

“...but it’s still too dangerous right now. Please understand, kid, we need to hide away for a while. Make things die down a bit before going home.”

Home. He wants to go home. To his apartment. To his bed. To you.

JK sighs. He already had this particular talk with both Yoongi and Namjoon a hundred times already in the past month alone. He doesn’t mean to be so difficult but the situation just frustrates him to no end.

But then again, this is his own fault.

Entering the underground world of money laundering – even as an errand boy at the bottom of the food chain – wasn’t the greatest idea for a side job. But when you’re an impressionable college student mixing in with the wrong crowds, you don’t exactly make the best choices.

What started as a small, risky gig to earn some extra cash turned into an endless cycle of running his clients’ dirty money around different places and concealing them in clean, legal transactions.

He tried hiding his little errands from you but you were too observant for your own good. Though you don’t exactly know what he’s gotten himself into, you do know it’s dangerous. In fact, you told him time and again to get out and get his shit together. But by the time JK finally got his head out of the gutter and tried to leave, he couldn’t.

Because you needed money.

Money has always been a sore spot for you, having struggled financially for as long as you could remember. And yet, not once have you asked for his help nor forced him to put himself in risky situations just to help you out. Unfortunately for you, JK is nothing if not stubborn, and if there’s a way he could help you, he’ll do it.

But this time, though, he fucked up.

“You didn’t fuck up,” Namjoon interrupts his self-deprecating thoughts. “It’s not your fault, JK. Don’t beat yourself up over it.”

But it is his fault. After all, their latest client was dangerous, influential, powerful. This client was not to be messed with, not to be stood up, not to be denied…

…and yet JK backed out of the deal at the last minute.

“You were right to back out,” Yoongi reassures him. “I wasn’t sure about that client, either.”

“You’re just saying that,” JK says.

“I’m not. If you hadn’t called to back out, I probably would’ve. Either way, the man's pissed off so we need to lie low for a bit, yeah? Don’t brood too much."

Yoongi turns and heads out the door, motioning for Namjoon to follow him out, but not before calling out to their younger companion for one last thing.

“You got a good heart, kid. Don’t worry, you’ll get home soon.”

And he will. He just has to hold out a bit more.

He can’t. He can’t hold out any more.

Jeongguk looks at the caller ID with panicked eyes, the incessant ringing of his phone echoing in his ears, and he realizes he can’t put off answering any longer.

Swiping the green button, he holds his phone to his ear and internally hypes himself up, before finally talking to his parents.

“Eomma.”

“Well, hello to you, too,” his mother responds sarcastically. “I was beginning to think we didn’t have a son anymore, with you not answering our calls and your brother giving us the silent treatment.”

His brother.

Guk pinches the bridge of his nose, wondering how he can keep feeding his mother the lie that his twin brother was just in one of his so-called moods and took an impromptu vacation somewhere.

He feels horrible for lying but he also doesn’t want to unnecessarily worry his parents on the fifty-fifty chance that his younger twin really did just take some time to himself without telling anybody. And maybe it makes Guk a terrible brother but he really thinks JK is capable of such a thing – of just going off the grid and not warning anyone.

But that’s the best case scenario.

As for the worst case scenario, the two of you already went to the police station to report his twin as missing. But since the last text he sent was telling you he was going somewhere and explicitly telling you not to follow him, the police couldn’t do much.

Still, Guk is nothing if not thorough, so he takes it upon himself to call in some favors and hire a private investigator. As of now, he’s still waiting for some updates.

“Sorry, Eomma, I’m a bit busy with homework,” Guk tries to placate his mother through the phone but at the mention of the last word, he’s reminded that he actually has company in his apartment right now when Taehyung and Jimin snort at his lame excuse.

“Homework?” his mother repeats. “You work too hard, Gukie,” she sighs. “If only your brother was more like you…”

Again with the comparisons.

“Nah, he’s alright, Eomma,” he defends. “Y’know, he’s not failing his classes, right?”

“Yeah, well, he’s not excelling in his classes, either.”

“He doesn’t have to. Cut him some slack.” At this point, he’s getting tired of the nagging, even though it’s not directed at him. This kind of nagging is the exact reason his parents’ relationship with his younger twin is so strained in the first place. “Anyways, tell Appa I said hi, will you? I gotta go. Bye. Love you.”

He hangs up.

“Damn, Guk,” Jimin sighs. “Still haven’t told your parents?”

“I’ll tell them at some point, okay? I just need to make sure that JK didn’t leave on his own on a whim.”

“You still think that?” Taehyung asks incredulously. “I highly doubt he went missing on his own. Hell, even Y/N doubts that.”

At the mention of your name, Guk can’t help the slight reddening of his cheeks, something his friends immediately notice.

Taehyung smirks. “Looks like someone’s got a crush.”

He doesn’t even bother responding because how could he not have a crush? His growing, albeit awkward, relationship with you is plaguing his thoughts every minute since he met you. In between discussions about his twin’s possible whereabouts, your other conversations allow him to learn more about you, and what he learns is that you’re passionate, driven, diligent – all the good things.

And of course, to top all that off, you’re fucking beautiful, too. It’s no wonder that, despite the unlabeled situationship, his brother fell for you.

Guk just hopes, when all this is over, you’ll give him a chance.

Nope, you won’t give him a chance.

You stare at the customer who has the audacity to only order side dishes and nothing else again. He usually gets away with his request when your boss, Seojoon, is manning the counter. But with you? Nope, you’re not giving him another chance.

"You need to buy more than just pickled radish before I let you eat in this pub," you tell him, arms crossed. Your manager, Yiseo, is at your side, tapping her foot expectantly, her eyebrows raised.

He scoffs.

"Rude," he grumbles. "What if people find out you're turning away customers?"

"You can't be a customer if you only order the free side dishes," Yiseo retorts.

"At least I pay for the rice," he grumbles when a hand lands on his shoulder.

"That you do, Jin," your boss says, inserting himself into the conversation. He then tells Yiseo to cater to another customer who wants more drinks, before turning to you. "Y/N, why don't you prepare Seokjin's food while I show him to his table?"

You sigh, complying with the request and ignoring Jin's annoying smirk directed your way. Well, if Seojoon wants his business to be at a deficit, it's all on him.

Besides, you suppose you owe Jin now since Guk hired him, and being hired to investigate a missing person's whereabouts definitely isn't a walk in the park.

And speaking of Guk…

"Hey, Y/N."

Ah. Right on time.

"Hey, Guk," you greet him, waving your hand stiffly and awkwardly. Yiseo sees your shaky wave from across the pub and teasingly wiggles her eyebrows, but you silently plead with her to not make a comment.

After all, this has already become an everyday occurrence.

Everyday, a few hours before your shift ends, Guk visits the pub and eats with Jin, ordering a generous amount of actual food to compensate for the latter's small meal. Then, later at night after you close up, he walks you home – sometimes updating you on Jin's progress with the case, sometimes just talking to you about anything under the moon.

You've grown closer with him, without a doubt, but you can't deny that you're in an awkward situation – what, with your history involving his twin and all. You cringe internally when you remember the time Seojoon mistook him for JK, much to your embarrassment.

"Seokjin's over there." You point him to the table where the man is eating.

Guk looks at the direction you're pointing to before turning back to you with his eyebrows scrunched. You're about to ask him what's wrong when you see his hand reach towards your face, more specifically, your cheek.

"Eyelash," he says as an explanation, pulling the offending object from your cheek, completely oblivious to how you freeze up at his touch and proximity.

When he finally mumbles a low, "see you later," and heads to Jin's table, Yiseo rushes over to you and gives you a pointed look.

"I see you have a type."

"Please," you whine. "Don't."

She laughs at your expense, patting your shoulder and bumping her hips against yours playfully.

"Y'know," she starts, "you should consider giving him a chance."

"Unnie!"

"What?"

It's your turn to give her a pointed look. "Did you forget he's JK's brother? His twin brother?"

"Yeah, well, your fuckbuddy isn't here, so…" She shrugs. “I don’t see why you can’t ask him on a date.”

You sigh, wrapping your arms around yourself, your eyes downcast. "I can't even afford to go on dates, let alone have time for it."

It's the truth. Dates entail time and money – things you don't have. And it's not like you have any family to help you out, having been orphaned at a young age. You’ve only ever had yourself to rely on. That’s how it’s always been.

"Y/N."

You're pulled out from your thoughts when you see Guk approach you with wide eyes.

"Hey, Guk. Did you want more rice?"

"No. I, uh—" He looks from you to Seokjin who's frantically typing away on his phone back at their table. "Jin and I were just…"

He trails off. You stare at him, waiting.

After what feels like a hundred years, he finally gathers the resolve to tell you the three words you've been wanting to hear.

"We found him."

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[hollyhomburg]

Before I Leave You (Pt.52)

(Sneak Peek) (Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: Summary: Jimin and Jungkook might not be the /best/ at giving you aftercare, but what they lack in execution they make up for in sheer determination. Sometimes, love is the best medicine. 

Tags: Sub drop, Angst, Self-deprecating thoughts, Self-esteem issues, Hurt, comfort, Tears, vibrator usage, voyeurism, pleasure-dom jimin, discussions of past sexual abuse (nothing that i don’t believe hasn’t been touched on prior)

W/c: 10.0k

A/n: Welp, this one is going to be another long one, i’m sitting on it, hoping that i won’t decide to split it- but then again I didn’t do this with the one two chapters ago and i /heavily/ regretted it, so don’t be surprised if I decide to post this as two parts.... hang on.... hmmm. All of this is subject to change!

Previous Chapter - Masterlist

Chapter 52: Sweet lemonade and Sour Chocolate

The basket that Jimin carries is nearly has tall as his torso and twice as wide, packed several feet higher with mismatched blankets and soft things. Filled to the brim and then some with every last nesting blanket that the pack keeps in the hallway closet. He places it on the edge of the bed softly so as to not startle you and then-

Promptly dumps it out on top of you. 

light filters down past cotton and soft down feathers, obscuring jimin and the sound of his voice, muffled by the layers and layers of fabric. “I put the big one in the drier, it should be warm in a few minutes.” Jungkook behind you fidgets happily, the small murphy purr he lets out ascent and praise enough as he begins to fuss. 

Jungkook, Jimin, and Yoongi operate as a perfectly oiled machine. Yoongi goes to get you food and Jimin replaces him. Picking you up by the waist out of the pile. As pitiful as you might be, as pathetic as you might look (sniffling, face all blotchy and hot feeling underneath their touch) You have never been in better hands. 

An alpha, omega, and beta a piece- it’s almost as good as your whole pack. 

Jungkook falls into a purring nesting fury as you sniffle. Fluffing the nesting things around you until you resemble some sort of cozy flower.  Each of the blankets a careful petal keeping you safe and snug inside. 

Jimin shucks off his sweatshirt, his arms are warm and fuzzy underneath your nose as he holds himself close but not too close. 

Alphas. You’re sensitive to them- are you not? Can your frissioning brain recognize that Jimin’s not a threat? Worry gnaws at his narrow wrists. Nests are meant to be the safest place for omega’s and while this isn’t yours and is the place he sleeps in- still-. 

Jimin will understand, if he’s not the person you want to comfort you through this. 

You’ve never seen Jimin this timid as he sets one hand on your head, rubbing through, a comforting growl tugging from his Chest- keeping a little bit of a distance between you in case you’re not ready for it and- 

And you don’t want it. you don’t want a single inch between your body and everyone else's. You want him wrapped around you So hard that you can’t tell where your body begins and his ends, you want him to hold you the way that Namjoon holds you sometimes, like he’s forgotten his strength, forgotten that you aren’t going to try and twist away.

You want him to want to hold you like he needs you, you want him to hold you like you could never do anything wrong. Because you know how far from the truth that is. you always wonder- what particular meltdown you have will be the one that estranges them from you. What request will tip the scale from asking for not enough love to too much. 

Namjoon and Hobi last night is only part of it. Only part what you’re guilty for. Jimin is the one person who might share your similar fate. The guilt and the sheer terror that the truth will poison the ones you love. He at least- can understand what this particular kind of regret and fear feels like. 

But It’s okay- it’s okay, Jimin probably doesn’t want to hug you anyways- you don’t want affection if it’s forced but-  

You shake, quake beneath his slight touches; first petting down your hair, but they’re tame and delicate, not hard and anchoring like you want them to be. Jimin’s shaking too, shaking with the effort it’s taking to hold himself back. Jimin has always been able to subvert his needs for his packmates just like you.  

Luckily Jungkook notices the reason for your shaking, you’re beginning to keen. Your omega reacting to jimin’s presence without your consent. He pokes his head up out of the blanket, glaring at Jimin-

“Minnie- I swear to god if you don’t hug her right fucking now-“

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[jiminniethemarshmallow]

Drunken Love (M)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Smut, fluff

Word count: ~6k

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol and drunkenness, tipsy sex (but sober enough to consent!!), light Dom!Reader, subby Jimin

(A/N): I’m really proud of myself for finishing this today. Also I almost forgot to post before I fell asleep lmao oops

You’re the designated driver tonight. Jimin is more than a little tipsy now, having promised you earlier not to drink too much, yet he still reached out his glass when they popped open another bottle, instructing Jungkook to fill it to the brim. You’d stopped him and snatched his glass away causing him to pout and the other boys to boo at you. 

“Just one more glass, baby, please??” He begged with his best puppy eyes, but the last time you agreed he ended up crying on the floor of your shared bathroom and refusing all of your attempts to get him ready for bed like a stubborn child. And you’d be damned if you let that happen again, so instead you ordered him a glass of water and offered a kiss as an apology. Thank goodness you made him eat something before you went out; who knows how fucked up he’d be if you hadn’t. 

Anyway, now you’ve made your way home, pulling into your driveway and placing the car in park, only to find Jimin staring at you longingly. He cheeks are that pretty shade of pink they get each time he drinks and his hair is fluffed from all the times he’d run his hands through it tonight. As you stare back at him he doesn’t say a word, only offering you a goofy smile when you instruct him to leave the car. He follows a few paces behind you on the way to the door, silent while you unlock it and push it open, but when you step through the threshold he doesn’t follow. With furrowed eyebrows, you turn to find him standing on the doorstep looking back at you with that same longing expression, wiping his hands on his pants as if he’s nervous about something.

“Are you coming in?” You quirk your head to the side in confusion when he doesn’t move. “C’mon.” You reach your left hand out to him to encourage him to follow you inside, but instead, when he takes it he pulls you closer, frowning slightly.

“Baby, I love you so much.” Jimin presses a kiss to your lips that you gladly accept with a chuckle. Although he can sometimes be a messy drunk, he always gets sappy and affectionate with you, more than he already is. What you don’t expect, however, is for him to lower himself down onto one knee before you, clutching your hand tightly. “Will you marry me?” Your mouth drops open but he continues before you get a word in. “(Y/n), I love you so, so much and I just think you’re such a beautiful person, like, you’re just so fucking perfect. I always want you by my side, jagiya. I can’t live without you.”

You can’t help but laugh at his confession, biting your lip at his cuteness as you peer down at him from your position. He looks up at you in anticipation, his sincere eyes melting your heart. “Is that so?”

“Yes.” He responds meekly, eyes wet. “I’m sorry, I don’t have a ring for you right now but I’m serious.” An endearing look takes over your face and you reach out with your right hand to brush loose strands of hair away from his lovely face. 

“I’m glad you feel that way, baby. Don’t worry about the ring, you already got me one.” With this, you nod to the hand still clutched in his, his fingers subconsciously playing with the diamond already perched there. He looks down at it but you can see his brain isn’t computing with this means. His head tilts in confusion. “Jagiya, we’re already married! The wedding was last year, remember?”

At this, he pauses, thinking for a moment before it dawns on him. He makes a sound of realization, mumbling “oh yeah, I do remember that” and rising to his feet. A bashful smile graces his cheeks and all you can do is shake your head, walking into the house and beckoning him in after you.

“Now get your drunk ass in this house before bugs fly in.” You grin, swatting at the moths surrounding the porch light. 

“Yes ma’am.” He follows obediently this time, taking off his shoes and making his way into the house. 

You find yourself making noodles for him upon his request, deciding not to fuss about it because you don’t entirely trust him to use any kitchen appliances right now. You make a bowl for yourself and eat with him on the couch while watching an episode of whatever show he was in the mood for. By the time the next episode starts Jimin is fast asleep next to you, and instead of waking him up you simply cuddle into his side and continue watching the show. You aren’t really in the mood to get cleaned up yourself so being lazy for another 30 minutes won’t hurt. Well, actually, another hour and a half. Each episode kept ending on a cliffhanger and you couldn’t just stop watching there and go to bed without knowing what happens. You’ve seen this show before, of course, but it’s exciting every time you watch it. The next time you check the clock, you gasp at how late it’s gotten. Deciding it’s finally time to get up, you look over at your sleeping husband who fidgets when your weight leaves his side. 

“He’s so cute.” You whisper to yourself, taking one hand and squishing his rounded, pink cheeks between your fingers until his lips are puckered. His eyes crack open ever so slightly at the sound of your giggle, glancing at you lazily before shutting again. “Baby, it’s time to get ready for bed.” You tell him in a hushed tone, trying not to ruin the sleepy atmosphere of your home. Jimin takes a second to respond, groaning softly and reaching out to you, to which you take his hint and swing your leg over him, straddling his hips to sit comfortably in his lap. He peers up at you with half-shut eyes and a pout and you just can’t resist the urge to lean in and kiss it. Soft and pillowy against yours, the innocence of his lips is nothing like the stiffness you feel pressing into your thigh.

Dammit. You thought you’d gotten off easy tonight, but you have no such luck. Aside from getting sappy and proposing to you again, Jimin always tends to get horny when he drinks— whether you’re there with him or not while he’s out, he can’t seem to think of anything other than touching you— and you’re always left dealing with his semi hard-on and wandering hands once he gets home. If you’d gone to bed without him, he’d go as far as waking you up with his neediness instead of handling it himself, so you know you won’t be able to escape him easily tonight. Not that you want to. Your sex drive is just as high as his most of the time and simply feeling his arousal is enough to get your insides stirring on most occasions. Tonight is no different.

His hands slither around your waist to grab hold of your ass through the material of your skirt, subtly grinding your hips on him as he indulges in your mouth. Breaking from the kiss, you lightly place a hand over his crotch, not missing the way his hips squirm for friction. “Jimin, it’s late.” You try to reason (halfheartedly, of course), but the expression of lust only deepens as he looks at the way your wet lips form the words. 

“‘M not sleepy anymore.” He mumbles, planting sultry kisses along your collarbone. “Can’t sleep when I’m hard.”

“You were sleeping just fine a minute ago.” You laugh, breath hitching when his teeth catch your skin. You don’t mind taking care of him right now, and honestly you never do, but you have to put up at least a little resistance. Otherwise he’ll think you’re weak when it comes to him. And you are, but he doesn’t need to know just how irresistible he is to you. 

He doesn’t argue your point, instead sucking light bruises into your neck that he knows are just dark enough for people to see when you leave the house tomorrow. You love when he claims you that way, marking you as his as if the rock on your finger isn’t enough evidence. His possessiveness over you doesn’t change even when he tends to be submissive on drunk nights like these. “Will you take care of it for me, baby? Please?” The airy quality of his voice is all it takes to convince you, the hand that rests on his bulge now unbuttoning his slacks and palming him over his boxers. 

“You want me to make you cum?” You ask sweetly, tracing the outline of his growing cock through the material. He’s impressive even when only half hard and your mouth drools when you think about just how good it feels when he’s using it. Pulling it out of its confines, you spit on your palm to offer him a few wet strokes, fascinated by how quickly he hardens in your grasp. Many times you have sat and stared at the magical way he doubles in size, how the skin stretches to accommodate the length, how the color changes with the rush of blood through the veins that pulse at the surface. The sight is so sexy to you that you barely suppress a groan when he finally stands erect in your palm. 

“Yes, please.” Jimin whispers, leaning his head against the back of the couch as your fingers tease his tip. You use the tip of your fingers to tickle the flesh of his tip, smirking at the way he throbs, before enclosing your fist around his head and stroking all the way to the base. You take up a leisurely pace, watching the flickers of pleasure flit across his handsome face each time your wrist twists or your grip tightens. 

Jimin loves the way you touch him. There’s something about how your eyes remain trained on your movements and how you nibble on your lower lip that tells him you enjoy this just as much as he does. The weight of him in your hands makes your mouth water, each caress up his length so careful and calculated— like you’re studying him to see just how much you can make him squirm. But you don’t need to study him, you already know him inside and out, so when you shift tactics he knows it’s because you want him to cum as quickly as possible. With both hands— and some more spit and precum as lube— you begin a quick pace up and down his cock. Almost as if you were fucking him with your hands. Jimin chokes on a moan at the suddenness, his sweet tenor going up in pitch when you squeeze just a little tighter. He doesn’t know when his eyes slide closed, but he’s completely engrossed in the euphoria of your skills, giving his full body for you to play with.

“Mm, baby, look at how much you’re leaking for me.” You mewl to him, and he peeks his eyes open to stare at the stream of precum dribbling from his slit. He feels how slippery it gets when you spread it, the glossy glide and your accompanying moans having his hips jumping restlessly beneath you. “Stay still.” You command sharply but quietly, meeting his eyes with a quick yet powerful glare. He whines so softly in the back of his throat that he doesn’t think you’ll hear it, but you do and immediately stop your hands. “If you were just going to fuck yourself then you could’ve taken care of this on your own and I could’ve gone to bed. But you asked me to take care of it, did you not?”

With a shaky breath, Jimin squeaks out a yes, eyes wide after being reprimanded and desperate for you to resume. You know Jimin thrives from praise, which makes it even more effective when you scold him. You only need to tell him once when it comes to things like this because he loves to please you, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t get a little kick out of seeing his submissive expression every time. So you scold him for moving his hips when you usually love how desperate he looks when fucking into your hands or mouth.

“Okay, then sit still and take it and you’ll get to cum.” At this he slumps deeper into the couch, relaxing his entire body until you start up again and his abs flex at the pleasure. Wishing you could see this, one of your hands skims up to lift his shirt, raising it up to his chin level to expose his abdomen. “Hold this.” You tell him, and he obediently takes the edge of the shirt between his teeth to keep it raised. The amusement in your eyes makes his nipples harden as you murmur a “good boy” with a pinch to each of the peaks. 

Once both of your hands return to his throbbing cock, he knows he’s a goner. The squelch of you working him up and down has his eyes rolling even though you choose to go at a slower pace than before. Sweat has accumulated on his flushed skin, his neck red and shiny when he throws his head back, and you take this chance to leave light marks to match your own on his collarbones— making sure they’re light enough to fade within a day. You don’t even realize that you’re moaning along with him, the noises quiet and needy, but so close to his ear that he can’t miss them. He also doesn’t miss the subtle way you wiggle your hips in search of friction, most likely leaking through your panties under the skirt you’re wearing. It takes all of his strength to hold his own hips still, panting raggedly every time your top hand twists around his tip. He becomes impatient for his oncoming orgasm, wanting nothing more than to cum from your touch after being horny for so long.

“F-Faster, please. ‘M close-“ he slurs, no longer drunk from alcohol yet feeling his head spin for an entirely different reason now. And when his eyes meet your own he can see that you’ve also become intoxicated with lust, biting your lip and breathing heavily as your lower hand slides down to cup his balls, the top one speeding up and focusing on his tip. “Oh fuuuck,” he groans, digging his fingers into your thighs to keep himself from thrusting into your hand to completion. 

“Cum for me, baby. Cum all over my hand.” You whisper in his ear, licking your way down until you suck one of his nipples into your mouth. It feels so good when you twirl your tongue around the bud, the sensations going straight to the place between his legs where your hands are furiously working, and he lets out his loudest moan yet, his thighs trembling beneath you. Seeing Jimin so submissive and needy like this makes your clit throb and your hands speed up, tugging lightly on his balls as they also start to tighten and throb with his built up release. But what sends him over the edge is when you switch to sucking at his other nipple and your teeth bite down on the pert nub softly, the spark of pain sending him flying into a colorful high that has his voice breaking with whines of your name and curses and a few stray tears down his reddened cheeks. Ropes of his semen soil your hand, dripping down your knuckles and his shaft in thick globs. You watch in rapt fascination at the way he twitches when you milk the last drops out of him, slathering the white liquid against his skin messily. 

Jimin’s eyes look to yours for approval after he collects himself a bit, only to find your face to be contorted in an expression of pained lust. Yes, you only did this to help him out, but it’s clear that you now need help too— which is very convenient because Jimin is just dying to pay you back for the amazing orgasm you just brought him. He drops the shirt from his mouth, leaning up to capture your lips in a grateful kiss that you break far too quickly for his liking.

“We should head to bed.” You whisper to him, shuffling off of his lap before he can protest and cleaning up the rest of your things from the coffee table. He huffs before pushing off of the couch, following closely behind you as you switch off the lights on the way to your bedroom. 

Suddenly, his arms wrap around you, spinning you against the wall of the hallway, pressing your back to it, an impatient and hungry look in his eyes that has your heart skipping a beat. His bold move doesn’t change the submissiveness you sense in him, however, because the look in his eye tells you that you’re still the one in control. Before you can ask what he’s doing, he attacks your mouth with his, this time pressing you against the wall so you can’t break away as easily. His tongue mingles with yours and you taste noodles and champagne, a silly reminder of tonight’s events, but the thought is soon forgotten when his hands start sliding lower on your hips. They immediately slip under your skirt to feel at the wet patch he knew he’d find in the center of your panties. Just the pressure of two of his fingers is enough to have you twitching, and Jimin pushes the material to the side to feel your arousal directly. 

He swears there’s a lake between your legs when he dips his fingers into your entrance, your pussy drooling for him just because of a handjob, and suddenly Jimin wants to absolutely drown in you. His knees hit the floor faster than you can register. You can see his teeth digging into his bottom lip as he rushes to push your skirt and panties out of the way, tossing one of your legs over his shoulder so hastily that it almost knocks you off balance and you have to clutch onto his sturdy shoulders to stabilize. His eyes look desperate as he gazes at the magic between your thighs, a sight he’s seen countless times but finds just as mesmerizing as the first time he laid eyes on you. He can never get enough of your juicy lower lips, or the slick pink pearl that swells and throbs for attention, or the shiny slick that drips down in one long string from your opening and sticks onto your thighs, making it so very tempting to simply slide his thick length into you just to feel you make a mess of his lap. But that’ll have to wait until later because having you spread out like his favorite meal is making Jimin’s mouth water uncontrollably and he can no longer hold himself back. 

Looking to you for permission, he dives in head first when you nod your approval, your eyes holding the same desperation as his. His hands are warm as they grip your ass, pulling you close to his face so that he can lick up the entirety of your core in one single swipe, drinking down your essence like the flute of champagne he downed earlier in the night. Except, you have a much sweeter taste than even the finest champagne. He moans deeply as you coat his tongue, pushing the muscle into your hole as far as it will go, caressing your walls just to tease you and get you to clench for him. 

“You seem to be enjoying yourself,” you giggle breathlessly, running your fingertips through his silky hair after removing your top. “How do I taste?”

“Absolutely divine,” Jimin hums with his mouth full of pussy, barely pulling away enough to speak. You grin, massaging his scalp as a reward when he plants a firm kiss on your clit. 

“Good. Now be a good boy and make me cum.” And he does just that, attacking your clit with flicks of his tongue that make you shake. He knows just the right amount of pressure to use, starting gently with teasing circles with the tip of his tongue and gradually working his way up until he’s using the flat of his tongue to devour you whole. Your voice echos in the emptiness of the hallway, back arching off the wall when his fingers enter you and immediately reach up into the spongy spot inside you. It’s been less than 5 minutes and you’re already rocking your hips, fucking yourself against his face as he continues to lick and suck at your nerves. Despite having just recently cum, Jimin feels his cock coming back to life with every moan of his name, every pulse he feels around his fingers, every tug on the roots of his hair. His free hand grabs a handful of your ass, pulling you ever closer and smothering himself in your heat, covering his face in your taste and smell and absolutely loving it.

Seeing him so lost in you is what gets you to the edge, your hands searching the smooth walls for something to grab onto until they land on the back of his head to hold him in place, encouraging him to keep going. “Fuck!” You curse, voice now taking on a whiny quality as you approach your high. Far too absorbed in the feeling of him sucking and licking wetly on your clit, you pray your supporting leg doesn’t give out on you in this moment as you feel your knee wobbling weakly already. But your husband is nothing if not attentive, and just as you think this he uses his strength to raise you up higher, practically lifting you off the ground and never faltering in his pace. The display of strength and the way his muscles bulge from his arms and shoulders has you panting breathlessly in his hold and the knot in your core winds up so tightly that you let out a little shriek when it reaches its peak, Jimin’s eyes now staring up at you as you grind against his tongue and use him to get your orgasm. When you cum your head flies back, smacking into the wall, but you feel nothing but the blinding bliss of Jimin’s tongue licking you slowly and drinking up the essence that leaks from you. He swallows it down like his favorite wine, holding you to his face and indulging in you for as long as you’ll allow him. 

You signal him to stop with a push to his forehead and he’s careful when steadying your feet on the ground, sneaking a few more kisses to your mound before standing up himself. His soft hands never leave your waist as he watches you recover. They skim up and down your sides in a way that’s comforting but also tells you that he’s ready for more if you are. There’s silence as he looks at you, completely prepared to obey whatever you tell him— whether that be “let’s shower and head to sleep” or “fuck me into oblivion”. Thankfully for him, it’s the latter. Your hands reach for his stiffened cock, pumping him back to full hardness and smirking at his dropped jaw. 

“You’re so good at eating pussy.” You giggle, at a loss for words yourself. Leaning forward, you kiss up the skin of his sweat soaked neck, reveling in the shudders that course through his body at the gentle touch of your lips. Your tongue peeks out to trace the shell of his ear before you’re whispering to him again. “I want you to fuck me.”

Faster than you can blink, Jimin’s hands are pulling at your thighs, lifting you from the ground to wrap them around his waist as he pins you against the wall. Lips sloppily finding yours, it’s hard to catch your breath when he’s swallowing you whole like this, desperate to get inside you and show how much he wants you— how much you turn him on, how badly he needs every bit of you. Wordlessly, you guide his tip to your entrance, not surprised that there’s a trail of your wetness hanging down from your body that he easily captures and smears back into you. That first stroke has always been one of your favorite things about sex with Jimin. No matter how fast paced and needy both of you are, things always slow down when it’s time for him to push inside of you. He always waits just a second to catch your eyes before pushing in, making sure you’re ready and wanting to see your expression when the first few inches of his cock squeeze past your ring of muscles. You gasp, pulling him closer and staring deep into his eyes as he continues to descend into your depths, filling you up so deliciously that your head begins to spin. You only break eye contact to watch the last half of his hardness disappear into you and his pelvis press against you in that way that makes you want to keep him there forever. And the feeling is mutual.

The inside of your pussy is so soft and warm that Jimin thinks he could live there, enveloped in your silky wetness until the end of his days. The bliss he feels when he pulls back and your walls cling onto him with such greed makes him eager to thrust back in, reaching deeper with each press of his hips that follows. Your fingers grip onto his shoulders, head thrown back at the way he fucks you so perfectly, his pace slow enough that you can feel how his thick length stretches you, yet fast enough that you feel fireworks shooting up your spine and exploding throughout your body. 

“Shit, jagiya, you feel so fucking good!” Your husband groans, eyes never leaving your face. His hands have a death grip on your ass, holding you up and in place so he can pound into you. Your voice moans out for him without restraint, your heels digging into his back to make sure he stays as close as possible, as deep as possible. His hips roll expertly, searching and finding that sensitive spot inside you that makes you yelp in pleasure and squeeze your thighs tighter. “Do you like that, baby? Am I making you feel good?” He asks, though you’re certain your body language is giving him a clear answer. Briefly, you remember that he wants you to be in charge, but you can’t drop the whine from your voice with the way he’s making your mind go blank like this.

“Yes yes! You make me feel so good, Jimin, please don’t stop!” You cry out, sure your face is wrinkled in an almost pained expression. But it only serves to encourage him more, hips snapping into you faster and more powerfully until you are practically bouncing up the wall. The skin of your back isn’t happy with the motion but your pussy is. It coats him in layer after layer of slick, his cock making you wetter every time his tip slams into that spongy spot inside you. You’re babbling by this point, pleading for him to keep fucking you even as sweat pours down his face and chest from exertion and even when his limbs shake from how close he’s getting to his own orgasm.

He slows to a subtle grind as he tries to calm himself, burying his face in your delicate neck and pressing you closer to his body. Both of you close your eyes and get lost in the rocking motion, breaths ragged in each other’s ears. His cheek presses against yours to nuzzle into you and you press back to show how much you absolutely adore him. He’s fucking you in the hallway of your home at an ungodly hour of the night— well technically morning now— and you still can’t get enough of him. Not even with his pelvis rubbing against your clit as he circles his hips. Not even with your sweat staining an outline of your back and ass crack against the wall. Not even with his fingers holding onto you so securely that you may very well have his fingerprints imprinted into your skin when he lets go.

“Do you want to cum, baby?” You ask in a sultry voice, not unaware of how he throbs within you. 

“Yes, please.” Jimin moans in the voice he only uses when he’s close. Taking note of how his arms seem to be tired from holding you up, you offer him some reprieve.

“Let’s go to the bedroom.” Immediately, he pulls out of you and places you on the ground, kissing your lips before practically running to the bedroom, stripping his clothes along the way. Watching his ass as he leaves you makes you giggle, the globes jiggling a little as he hops on one foot to snatch his pants and boxers off. You rid yourself of your own clothing as you follow behind him, picking up the trail he left in his eagerness. 

When you enter the room Jimin is already laying on the bed, looking at the way you saunter toward him after you remove your last garment. His hand flies to his dick, taking a gentle hold and pumping slowly as not to overexcite himself before you get the chance to touch him again, and the sight makes you want to lose control and take him down your throat. God, his hand looks so hot wrapped around himself like that, spreading your essence around his shiny skin— but no, you’re committed to teasing him in this moment. Ever so slowly, you crawl onto the bed, making your way to him like a panther stalking it’s prey. And Jimin presents himself as the most docile creature there is, eyes wide and hesitant, yet just as hungry as your own. You skim your lips up his muscular thighs until you leave kisses on his hip bones, noting how he twitches and gasps at your slow movements and light touches. He’s well aware that you have the power to take away his orgasm (though he doesn’t know you don’t have the heart to do it tonight) so he doesn’t protest when you push his hand away from his cock and continue to tease around it. The muscles in his abdomen tense as you trace your fingers up their lines, using your nails on their way back down to tickle his wired nerves, and he’s so sensitive that he can hardly handle that without thrusting up into the open air. A single one of your fingers distracts itself with one of his nipples as you move to straddle him, seating yourself on the hot skin of his dick without putting him inside. He’s at his wit’s end, you can tell, but your boy is always so patient and obedient, and you have to praise him for it.

“You’re such a good boy, waiting for me like this,” you smile. “You look so pretty when you’re desperate for me. That’s why I can’t help but tease you.” Adding a roll of your hips, you watch in fascination as your lover tosses his head back into the pillows, jaw slacked and chest heaving. You really should put him out of his misery, but seeing him like this makes you hornier than you’d like to admit and the feeling of his length sliding back and forth against your clit is too good to stop. The look on his face— his furrowed brow, shut eyelids, peach colored cheeks, parted lips that he wets with a quick lick of his skilled tongue— makes you want to keep him like this for as long as possible, but its so late at night and you really should end this quickly. Luckily for you, both of you are already near the edge. “How bad do you want me to fuck you?”

“So so so bad, jagi, please I’ll do anything!” Jimin squeaks, all composure he had gone and replaced by neediness. He opens his eyes to look at you, pleading silently that you’ll give in and you take pity on him.

“Anything?” He nods without hesitation. “Then kiss me.” Leaning forward, you connect lips with him messily, grateful that his hands come up to stabilize your hips because one of yours is reaching down to fit him inside you again. A deep moan sounds against your lips as you finally sink down on him again. He can barely focus on keeping his lips on yours so you pull away first, glancing down to see him peering up at you in question. Words fail him so he conveys what he wants by moving his hips under you, lifting his eyebrows to ask for permission, and the moment you nod he’s using all of his strength to fuck up into you from underneath. 

Jimin has powerful hips that shove you forward, nearly crashing into him from the first thrusts, but the grip he has on your hips keeps you steady above him as he works below. The pace is fast and relentless, hitting you in places that have since gone undiscovered, and you find that you’re the one who’s breathless now. All you can do is support yourself with his chest and hold on for dear life as he fucks the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost out of you with everything he has. It’s reckless and sloppy, sometimes hitting a bit too deep, yet somehow that makes it feel all the more intense and you feel your high mounting alongside his. The loud clap of your thighs hitting his pelvis drowns out the sound of your breathing, but soon the room is filled with both of your moans when Jimin angles his hips just right and makes you clench around him.

“I’m gonna cum, jagi, I can’t hold it.” He gasps, eyes already rolling and body moving on autopilot. But you’re fairing no better, nails now digging into his delicate skin and legs shaking on either side of his body. Or is that just the force of his thrusts shaking you? You have no way to tell and frankly don’t care, not when it feels so fucking good to have him squeezing at your hip bones and begging you to let him cum. “Can I cum? Please let me cum, I’m so fucking close!” Tears prick at the corner of his eyes and you swipe them away as they fall.

“Yes you can cum, my beautiful boy. Cum for me.” Encouraging him gently, you squeeze your walls in anticipation for his seed, and it feels much more intense with the added friction, your limbs rapidly losing control. Jimin nearly shouts at the resistance against his cock, a string of moans and curses leaving his plump, swollen lips. His hips lift off the bed, carrying you with them, and he begins to cum, covering your insides in a sticky white mess that starts to drip back down his shaft immediately. And feeling him pulse inside you with every shot of semen pushes you over the edge too and your pussy flutters around him in bliss. Head thrown back, you look like a goddess atop him, skin dewy, nipples hard, back arched, the sight alone is enough to pull out two more powerful pulses from Jimin’s dick, and both of you collapse into a heap of shuddering, trembling bodies. 

Neither of you can move for several minutes, simply gasping for air into each other’s necks and basking in the aftershocks of your powerful climaxes. His hand rubs along your back as you close your eyes, all of your tiredness hitting you exactly at this moment. It’s late and you want nothing more than to sleep, but Jimin takes it upon himself to be the responsible one this time and encourages you to get up.

“C’mon, we have to clean up.” His fingers continue to stroke up and down, doing nothing to make you want to move from your position. 

“Why can’t we just wait til the morning?” You mumble, perfectly content to just lay there and listen to his heartbeat. 

“Because we’re sweaty and gross and you need to do your UTI pee.” He reasons, this time pushing at your shoulder so that you roll off of him after his soft cock slips out of you. He reaches over to the bedside table and hands you a water bottle, which you sit up to chug until it’s empty, leaving him nothing. He gives you a flat look when you hand the bottle back to him and you send him back a cheesy grin, slouching on the edge of the bed. 

“Can you at least carry me to the bathroom? It’s the least you can do after making me take care of your drunk ass tonight.” You pout to make him feel guilty.

“I was not that drunk!” He retorts, standing up anyway to round the bed and lift you up bridal style.

“You proposed to me again!” You laugh, wrapping your hands around his neck. “How could you forget our wedding? The ‘happiest day of your life’?”

“I just love you so much that I want to get married to you all over again.” Finding his answer satisfactory, you squint your eyes at him so he can’t tell that you’re getting shy, but he knows you too well and smiles widely at his success of winning you over again. Your feet find the tile of the bathroom and it’s silent as you both swiftly clean yourselves up enough for bed, your cheeks still burning from his words.

“Well I love you too, goofball.” You whisper when you’re both finally tucked in the warmth and safety of your sheets.

A/N: Thanks for reading and thank you to everyone that has been patiently waiting for me over the last year! Also, let me know I if the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost line was offensive and I’ll change it. I wrote that when I was really tired and found it too funny to delete 😂

[nishibishi]

JEON JUNGKOOK FIC-RECS:- Series List (1)

Hello, wonderful people. So I'm finally here after a pretty long time, what more can I say, I've been so busy with my academics and all. It sucks to be a high schooler. So basically after seeing BTS updating their MBTI types, I thought maybe I should take the test again and IT TURNS OUT TO ISFP-T!!! AND AM I NOT SURPRISED TO SEE THE SIMILARITIES? I would suggest y'all to take the MBTI TEST on truity.com as well. You can message me about your personality types as well, as I would definitely love to get to know y'all better.

NOW getting to the point. I bring you all a fic-recs list featuring none other our golden mak-nae, and my bias wrecker, Jeon Jungkook.

Again, I would like to inform you that none of these wonderful masterpieces involve my underwhelming talent of writing and imagination, they solely belong to their respective owners, who've put their everything into these work of fiction to make them so beautiful and memorable. I'm merely an admirer, a fan, a dreamer who loves to indulge in the world of fantasy for an escape from reality. I would highly recommend you all, to go through their master-lists and give them your love and support. Happy reading!!!

WARNING:-

MOST OF THESE ONE-SHOTS WILL BE 18+ (mentions of any mental unrest, mentions of any death, blasphemy, infidelity, mentions of blood, and explicit smut)- MINORS SHOULD STRICTLY NOT INTERACT.

LEGENDS:-

a - angst ; f - fluff ; m - mature ; s - supernatural ; d - drama ; h - humor

From Home (m) by @gyukult (a, f, s, h) [rich-kid, fake dating]

Jeon Jung-kook knows that he's rich as fuck. and oh god, he knows EVERYTHING about his typical spoilt ways of showing it off. But when his loving mother decides to kick him out of their estate, to make him more responsible and self-dependent, he is determined. To earn his position back. Thanks to you, child prodigy, who might make his plans easier.

I have had my pleasure of that very old concept o rich-falling-for-poor-and-family-backlashes. But the concept of THIS VERY FIC, oh lord, has astounded me to the core. The comic timing, the intriguing differences between the characters' family background, the phantom expectations and the bitter realities. A must read!!!!

After Midnight (m) by @gyukult (a, f, h, d) [casual relationship]

After the announcement of your little sister tying knot with the love of her life, you realize that it's high time for you to break ties with your fuckbuddy Jungkook, and finally get settled down with someone more of a husband material guy. But it's unfair for Jungkook for two reasons: one, you're a doctor, and two, will he ever find a pussy that bomb?

Dude, no review will ever be able to describe how PERFECT this fic is. I've never ever seen such a perfect fuckboy characterization written for Jungkook. He's perfectly sweet, stupid, sexy and dude, his comic timing just when the OC's practicality begins to empower him, oh lord. My favorite. Period.

Animal (m) by @cutaepatootie (a, f, d) [boxer, hate-to-love]

Lying on a hospital bed in his 60s, Jungkook recounts his past life. The one where his ruthlessness, his recklessness, his rudeness, every negative aspect of his life, was brightened with the solitary feeling of love. The love, which he had for you.

If I ever try to write a single word about this fic in its appreciation, I just end up crying a flood of tears. Be ready to have a box of tissue beside you before reading this masterpiece. A touching tale of love, hate and grief. A must read.

Let Me Stay Close To You by @9uk (a, d) [bullying, college-life]

When your high-school bully Jungkook re-enters your life as your college mate AND your partner for project, you cannot help but fear his intentions. But for Jungkook, it's all different. A drastic difference that makes his heart pace faster than the light's speed.

This fic is the far-most gut wrenching story portraying Jungkook in a not-so-typical setting and shade. Even though the ending of the fic somewhat falls out and becomes exhausting, it is still virtuous in its glory. A good take with a new perspective.

Knife's Edge (m) by @readyplayerhobi (a, f, d) [mafia, infidelity] ft. Jimin

Ever since your scarred childhood, you have known about your marriage with Jungkook in future, with you leading a life in a hellhole forever. And you're alright since you've got Jungkook beside you. But one night, everything changes when you end up laying your eyes upon Jimin, who promises comfort and love upon his arrival.

I know. Jimin is my bias, I should be rooting for him but oh lord, the mafia!jungkook takes it all for me to fuck the shit outta OC for going astray, dude. I'm speechless, so no words. Just dive right in!!

Falling Skies (m) by @fortunexkookie (a, f, d) [childhood friends]

The art of permanence isn't your cup of tea; despite that, your best friend, Ji-yeon and her twin brother, Jungkook, are irreplaceable to you. Ji-yeon, garnering all your love and Jungkook, garnering all your annoyance. You cannot endure Jungkook, that's for sure. But one unexpected catastrophe it takes, for you to realize what Jungkook is to you in a true sense.

The twin thing concept was very new to me, and reading this fic reminded of Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami, both focusing on loss, emptiness, love, coping and the following hardships. One of the best fics I've read. A must read.

I hate you, I love you (m) by @jungblue (a, f, d) [best friends]

You have been through every phase and feeling of your life with Jungkook: enemies, friends and best friend forever. Too bad, and too late, you ended up catching feelings for him when he had already committed himself to someone who's not you.

Cute, Sexy, Lovely. GO AND READ THIS ASAP!!!

Innocence (m) by @monoguk (a, h, f) [one sided love, fuckboy]

For you, the concept of sex is flabbergasting but for Jungkook, that is the only thing his world revolves about. But once he falls for you innocence, nothing even as impeccable as sex can enamor him anymore.

It's not completed yet but dude, have not fallen in love with the simple and cute dynamics of it? A must read!!!!

True Care (m) by @joonsgalaxy (a, h, d, f) [bodyguard, family issues]

Your new bodyguard, Jungkook is no way similar to your father's bodyguard. He's young, cute (did I say hot?) and shy. Two of you together navigate through the hardships of each other's life and create a bond, safeguarding each other from one inevitable thing: love.

Oh lord, this one fic stays in my heart forever. The accurate representation of the very Jungkook we know. How delightful! Moreover, I just loved the way the OC was written: bold, practical and sensitive. Just dive right in!!

The Brothel (m) by @plumblackjeon (a, d) [unrequited love, rich kid]

In the eyes of society, Jeon Jungkook is a typical rich brat, spending his nights in brothels, getting wasted. But when you find him intoxicated in the corridor of your apartment, you can't help but find his true self, even if that means wandering into the brothel.

I don't know if this fic was supposed to be a one shot, but it snapped something in me. I've never felt so gut-wrenched after reading a fic. It made me rethink a lot about my opinions and ideas about the nightlife. It also gave me glimpses of After Dark by Haruki Murakami and reminded me of a song named lovememore. by dosii.

Astonishing and dark, a must read.

So that is it guys. Do let me know about your own opinions about these fics or any other fics that you want to recommend me. Happy Reading!!!

[joonsmoonluna]

Love Me Like You Do

pairing: best friend!jungkook x (shorter) fem. reader

genre: f2l, roommates au, fluff (18+)

summary: Jungkook’s always been a little tongue tied around you, but it’s okay, ‘cause so do you.

wc: 823

warnings: mention of being aroused

June 15, 2022

Jungkook sang softly to himself as he washed the dishes. His eyes focused on the dish in his hand, but now and then, they’d go to the door. 

Your text from thirty minutes ago had insisted he be home. He’d had two glasses of wine in a white teacup, making a mental note to buy wine glasses the next time he went out shopping.

On the counter, beside him, sat the bouquet of flowers he had picked up for you on his way home from work. He wondered if he was doing too much, but he just had to get them for you.

“Honey, I’m home!” you call as you open the door. The night was balmy, making your pink summer dress cling to you a little more than it had this afternoon when you had left on a few errands. Jungkook’s cheeks turn pink at your words, shutting the faucet off as he places the last dish on the drying rack before drying his hands with a blue towel.

Your words send butterflies swirling in his tummy and he tries to rein in the bright smile that appears on his lips as he rounds the corner. He picks up the bouquet as he approaches you.

“Hello, honey,” his smooth voice makes your face heat. Living with your best friend had been amazing thus far and maybe you were playing house a little, toed the line of friendship and more, a little too much.

“You got me flowers?” you exclaim as you drop the pink shopping bag on the floor. Jungkook chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. The air in the apartment is freezing, sending shivers down your spine (at least that’s what you tell yourself) and briefly taking in Jungkook’s tight long sleeve top and dotted pajama bottoms; a gift from you.

“They’re beautiful, Jungkook!” you take them from him, absolutely smitten with him as you inhale the soft floral scent.

“I saw them on my way home from work and they reminded me of you,” Jungkook admits bashfully, tonguing his lip ring.

Smiling, you ignore the rapid beating of your heart as you meet his soft gaze. Maybe it was time the two of you stopped playing this “are we, aren’t we” game and took things further. You know you’re more than ready to make him yours if only he’d admit to his feelings.

“So you think I’m beautiful?” you ask with a teasing smile. Jungkook feels his face warm, clearing his throat.

“You are beautiful. Inside and out,” he says, biting his lip.

“Jungkook,” you start but he interrupts you by saying your name. You both apologize, staring at each other for a moment. 

It’s Jungkook that recovers first, taking a step toward you as your breath catches in your throat.

His gaze is intense as he places his hands on either side of your face. You look up at him, almost screaming at him to just kiss you.

“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, love. You know that?” He whispers finally. You blink, absolutely speechless.

“I-I-I-”

Jungkook giggles, shaking his black hair out of his eyes. “Finally speechless?”

You nod. 

You try to speak but you’re just too tongue tied to say anything coherent with how Jungkook is looking at you. Hell, even the stars in his eyes seem to change into hearts and you know you’re in deep.

“Can I kiss you?” Jungkook asks softly as his hit thumb caresses your cheek. The heat of his palms on your skin makes you melt as you swallow thickly, ignoring the heaviness of your tongue.

“Please, Kook.” 

Jungkook smiles warmly, slowly moving until his lips press against yours, pretty eyes fluttering shut. 

Bells ring in Jungkook’s head as his mouth moves with yours easily, his hold on your face softer as you grip the bouquet tight in one hand and drape the other over his shoulder, your fingers gripping his hair.

Jungkook moans into the kiss, nearly whimpering when your teeth nip at his lip.

Eventually, you have to break to breathe. Panting and looking at each other with heated stares that have arousal blooming deep in your belly.

“That was-” Jungkook clears his throat. “Wow. I mean, you’re so good. No, well, yes but pretty. So pretty and good.”

Jungkook wishes the ground would open up and swallow him whole. He’d once heard his friend say “tragame tierra” and he wishes it’d happen. You smile, placing your hand on his cheek, and he turns to place a tiny kiss on your wrist.

“Wow, I really can’t speak, huh? Must be because of how pretty you look,” he grins, kissing your wrist again before pecking your lips. “I have been known to stop traffic,” you giggle as you wrap your arms around him. “Jungkook?”

“Hmm?” he hums in response.

“What does this mean?” you ask as you look up at him.

“It means I love you, baby. So much.”

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[jeonqkooks]

You made a vow to hate Jeon Jungkook ever since he packed up and left you without a single explanation, but when he shows up at your door after years of radio silence, it turns out that maybe your resolve isn’t as strong as you thought.

pairing: producer!jungkook x songwriter!reader

genre: exes to lovers, fluff, angst, eventual smut

status: series - ongoing

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synopsis: flirting with your crush of 3 years wasn’t something you thought of when first getting twitter, a nasty breakup wasn’t what you expected either… but why is it that 3 years later, your gym buddy reminds you of him?

[chocominnie]

One Last Time  —  Pjm. (M) | Masterlist

→: This masterlist contains all the links to the parts of Desperado. It will be updated daily to each time I post another part to it. Check back here for more updates!

→ pairing: Idol!Jimin x Model!reader

→ genre: Angst, smut , a bit of fluff

→ summary: Your idol ex boyfriend Jimin cheated on you. You two have been broken up for a while now and the media has been keeping track of you and him. You’re trying to get over him, but the things that happen inbetween makes you re-think the entire breakup, and so does Jimin…

⇢ Song : xxxxx

⇢ Warnings: dominant jimin, makeout sessions, this is honestly a sad angsty au, cheating, pregnancy, unprotected and protected sex, a bunch of sex, no really a LOT of sexual themes too, I know I’m forgetting some but sorry in advance!

⇢ Authors note: This is my mini series for the summer! Get your tissues, things to take your anger out on, and sit back and watch the drama unfold. Shall we begin?

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[hoebii]

3am

Pairing : Bunny Hybrid! Kookie x Reader

Genre : FLUFF, SO. MUCH. FLUFF. 

My first ever story in tumblr I hope you guys like it ;-;

Sipping on your 5th cup of coffee you continue to type away on your laptop. Eyes heavy with sleep you lean back into your chair with a sigh before your eyes drift towards the watch on your phone. 

“Shit its already 3am?!” your eyes widen and you sit up in panic. “Fuck I promised him I’d be in bed by now.” 

Annoyed at yourself you get up from your chair and walk to your bedroom. Slowly pushing open the door in case he was already asleep you stepped in. 

“Baby?” you whispered softly while slowly moving towards the bed. You could see him under the blanket turned away from you. You slowly put your hand on his back and felt him stiffen underneath you. “Baby...” you sighed softly when you noticed he was awake but not talking to you.

“Bun you know you shouldn’t be awake at this time.”

 “Neither should you.” came a short reply. Smiling softly you move to pull away the blanket from over his head, with a little resistance from him, and place a kiss on his cheek. “Bun I’m sorry, I didn’t even realise how late it was.” you tried reasoning softly. 

Hearing no reply you get up from behind him to move to the other side of the bed but before that can happen you feel someone grab your hand and pull you towards them before hiding their face in your neck. “Don’t leave again please.” 

Slowly raising your hand to his head you softly pat his head and massage his ears. You can hear a soft thumping noise while the boy in your arms press closer to your body. 

“Koo baby I’m sorry I didn’t come to bed sooner but I really didn’t realise the time or I’d be here by now. You know I can’t sleep without my baby bunny.” you speak softly. “Mmm it’s okay you’re here now” he replies before pulling you down with him on the bed to cuddle.

“So you forgive me?” you ask, still not quite sure “Hmm 60% forgiven” he replied. “Oh? Now what do I have to do to be forgiven fully hmm?” you ask chuckling. “You have to cuddle with me all night and the entirety of tomorrow and give me kisses. Lots and lots and lots of kisses.” he grumbled pulling you closer.

Giggling happily you make sure to give your bunny kisses all over his face till he couldn’t stop smiling before settling down for finally falling asleep. 

Before sleep could take over completely you kissed him on his nose one last time to see his nose scrunch up. “Love you Koo. Goodnight bun.”

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AHHHHH I CAN’T BELIVE I’M ACTUALLY POSTING THIS. This is NOT proof read (I refuse to reread what i just wrote in fear of ~c r i n g e~) I hope if anyone reads this you liked it ;-; Heres Kookie being a baby cause fuck his doe eyes make my heart weak

[tae-cup]

The Policeman | Night Terrors FINALE

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Summary: The prestigious department of police and investigations in Seoul, Korea, is called to the small town of Cape Springs in rural California. Nothing is quite what it seems here.

Warnings: Blood, violence, you know crime stuff? Fluffy stuff somehow

Genre: Mystery, Crime, Angst, a lil humor, sexual innuendos, language, someone is shot 

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 5.1k Words

A/N: Thank you guys so much for support in this series. You probably saw it coming, but I really enjoyed writing and weaving this story together. From the very beginning, I tried to weave in little clues <3 I’d love to know your thoughts and thank you so much, again, for reading this! This series is sort of my second child, the first is Down With The Ship, and my first stab at writing mystery...so I hope I did it well haha XD 

I love you all thank you!

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“Hoseok. When there is a serious threat, it’s you or them.” Namjoon handed him the gun. “Or in this case, them or the victim. What we want to do is disable them. You have one shot.” 

The man held the gun delicately, like a bird that might fly away. 

“I could kill him.” Hoseok said, hesitation in his voice. 

“I trust you won’t.” Namjoon watched him carefully. 

“This gun could kill a man!” Hoseok felt himself shaking. Why why why? He had shot a gun before, but it was never at another person. 

“Or a woman.” Namjoon walked around the barrier. 

“I wish I didn’t have to carry this around.” 

“Mr. Jung, listen to me,” Namjoon shook him slightly and the police officer stilled. 

“Everytime you carry a gun,” He plucked the metal out of his hand and waved it around. “you are prepared to take a life. That’s how it goes. There’s responsibility in your hands. Remember what you said to me, in our interview?” 

“You do what you have to do, that’s part of the job.” Hoseok nodded, reciting his moral code. 

“So do your job.” Namjoon pressed the gun back into his hands. 

“Yes, sir.” 

        Hoseok took a deep breath, assuming a shooting stance, balanced and limber, feet apart, one slightly in front of the other. He looked at the target and shot. Bullseye. 

      He pulled the trigger as naturally as he breathed. 

“I’ll go with you, Namjoon.” You protested, chasing after the taller man. 

“I don’t want your emotions getting in the way of what could very well be a hostage situation.” He argued back, pulling on his coat and holstering his pistol. The others were following along with similar actions. 

“So you’re calling me emotional?” 

“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying.” 

“I can’t believe this. I thought you were beginning to trust me-”

“I trust you, Y/N.” Namjoon turned to face you and you paused. 

      There was a pain in his eyes as he glanced from you to the door. The others were ignoring the confrontation, instead heading out the door as fast as possible. 

“But look at yourself.” His voice was soft and you were reminded of the chief who was shaking in his boots on his first day.

    Namjoon reached out hesitantly and placed a hand on your arm. Your eyes darted from the warmth of his hand to his face. 

“You’re overworking yourself. You look like a mess. Please, take some time to look after yourself.” 

“Hae-won is still a suspect. There are so many signs-” You started, but Namjoon sighed in annoyance. 

“While that may be true, we have to approach this situation with a hostage situation mentality.” He affirmed. 

      The chief moved his hand and you crossed your arms, rubbing your hands over your biceps. The room suddenly felt cold without his hand. You looked to the ground and then back at him, defeat in your eyes. You were sick of fighting with them. You were done. 

“At least tell me where you’re going.” You said softly. 

“Matthew Street 2410. It’s a warehouse or something.” He explained quickly, heading for the door. “We’ll be back soon, Hae-won in hand. Then you can question her all you want.” 

“That’s Yoongi and Taehyung’s job!” you began, but he was already gone. 

        A heavy pit fell into your stomach as you retreated to your lab. The presence was still there and it sent a chill down your spine. Out of habit, you swept your eyes from side to side to check the dark corners of the room. The lights flickered on one by one. You lazily went through the test results, stumbling across the pill test. You frowned at the thin piece of paper. If only I had definitive proof.

       Frustrated with the lack of evidence, you checked over the machine you used again, the one with the scratched lens. Your mind wandered back to the odd encounter you had with Hae-won. She had looked nervous, eyes darting from side to side, rocking back and forth on her heels. She had acted...odd, even for Hae-won standards. Then Jin’s words came back to you. 

       Hae-won didn’t come to talk to us, what are you talking about? The open doors, the strong feeling that someone had been in your lab. You bent down to check over the machine. Something was wrong.

      The wires that should have been hooked up to each other, were now mixed and matched like a poor reconstruction of a rainbow with messed up colors. Could she have...messed with my machine? You bit at your lip, letting out a frustrated noise. 

       You moved to another machine and checked over it to make sure everything was in place. After double checking a thousand times, you prepared the fragments of pill that you had left over. You tapped your foot anxiously and checked your watch. You had an hour.

       Namjoon felt guilty. It was a common feeling among the group, but despite working together for years, their communication skills sucked. The chief was aware that Hae-won had grown on Jungkook and Hoseok and it was probably a shock that any of this was happening, but even he realized that you were correct. All the dots lined up except the eye witness descriptions of a man as the killer. 

“Is this it?” Namjoon tensed. The van pulled into the gravel driveway of the abandoned warehouse. 

“Yup.” Jin murmured as they surveyed the ominous structure. 

“Okay,” Namjoon twisted in his seat to address the boys. 

      He was always nervous in hostage situations. It was his job to get everyone out alive and, hopefully, unharmed. 

“Everyone listen up.” He snapped. 

     The men turned their attention from the old building and to their leader. The car beeped softly as Namjoon unbuckled his seatbelt. He cleared his throat and Jin muttered an apology, shutting off the car. The lights in the car dimmed to black and the chief could just make out the faces of his team. 

“Just like in any hostage situation, we have one chance.” He briefed.

 “Now, Yoongi goes in first, try to reason with the kidnapper. Taehyung stay close behind, but out of sight. Hoseok, have your pistol ready and stay behind me and Jin. Jungkook, remain outside or as close to the outside as possible. Jimin, I need you to be right next to Taehyung in case anything goes wrong. We need someone else who’s a good shot.”

“I’m not a kid.” Jungkook shot up. 

“You’re inexperienced and a real life is in our hands, kookie.” Namjoon said sternly.

      Jungkook went quiet. The chief had come out in Namjoon and everyone knew to shut up. 

“Ready?” Jin breathed. Namjoon gave the slightest of nods and Yoongi slid open the door of the van with a loud thump. 

        The sound of their steps on gravel echoed like thunder in the quiet. The stars were out and the hazy white and gold streak of the milky way painted across the sky. A child breeze ruffled Jimin’s hair. 

       Jimin rested his hand on his pistol, stalking closely next to Taehyung. The two were pressed to the shadows, silently stepping onto the concrete floors of the warehouse. The place would give any sane person the creeps. Good thing that none of them were all too sane. That’s what happened when you investigated the gruesome murders of people. 

       Taehyung’s steps were light and Jimin followed in his footsteps exactly. They hid behind a large steel beam and watched as Yoongi walked in, unarmed and peaceful. The man had always had a calming presence. Hoseok was right outside the door, Jin leaning over his shoulder. Namjoon was next to them and Jungkook was hidden in the treeline, keeping watch. 

“Hae-won?” Yoongi’s gruff voice reverberated around the empty space. 

“I’m here.” Her voice was soft and quiet. 

       Yoongi had a calm exterior, but his heart rate leapt through the roof and thrummed through his body when he saw what was before him. Hae-won stood in the ghostly moonlight, pale as a vampire, and just as menacing looking.

      It was weird how someone so small could have such a large presence and vice versa. His heart jumped into his throat and he found himself choking. There was something so off about the way she was standing, the way she spoke that contrasted the manic look in her eyes. 

      He cursed under his breath for feeling so unnerved by someone he’d spent weeks with. Hoseok swallowed, his eyes searching for Jimin’s gaze to confirm anything, and the look in his younger counterpart’s eyes confirmed the worst. Either she was indeed a hostage, or this was a rouse. And he refused to let it be rouse. It just couldn’t be. 

“I was kidnapped.” She explained calmly. “The murderer took me by the arm and hauled me off in broad daylight. Just goes to show how no one really cares in this town, right?” 

“And where is your kidnapper, Hae-won?” 

“She’s right here.” Hae-won said, her voice breaking off. The words she spoke were insane, but the way she said them was calm, robotic. 

She pointed to her chest, to her heart. “She kidnapped me.” 

“Hae-won, I understand, now, please, we can talk and figure something out if you just come with us.” Yoongi said, trying his best to keep his tone steady. “I know, you’re scared.” 

“I’m not scared.” She scoffed and Yoongi nodded. 

“Okay, you’re not scared. So how are you feeling?”

“I can’t feel much of anything anymore, Yoongi.” She cracked a small smile that only added to her stilted look. 

      His heart thumped and his blood rushed loudly through his ears. 

“I understand-”

“I know you’re all there.” She hurried on, cutting off him. Yoongi let her ramble.

 “Jimin and Taehyung go in, hide, and get ready to shoot or have backup. Hoseok is outside with Namjoon and Jin. Jungkook is hiding in the treeline.” She chuckled darkly. 

“I know everything about you and all your plans. I didn’t do all that work these weeks for nothing.” Hae-won clenched her fists, memories of pale blue dresses and crimson red blood in her mind. 

      Her nails dug into her palms, leaving deep crescent moons. 

“But don’t worry, I’ll be getting the whole gang involved tonight.” 

       The samples crashed to the ground as you held your head in your hands. No no no. The machine had been tampered with, but after you had gotten everything in order, the results had been incriminating to the highest degree. Incriminating who? Hae-won. But honestly, what else did you expect at this point? You had tested the pill three times. 

        Every. Single. One. Read back as positive for rohypnol. Everything was falling into place. The girl’s sketchy behavior, her apprehension. You strode out into the hallway and across to the Investigators’ Nest. Files were stacked neatly, the court case still on the desk. You opened the file to the court proceedings. Two times it mentioned an anonymous testifier, someone who was close to Joo-Eun, the victim. 

       You read it over. The case was under Joo-Eun v.s. Cape Springs. You scanned the page. In the back, there was a newspaper clipping. You held up the old piece of paper to the light. The faded print was hard to see, but if you squinted, you could make it out. 

         It was an interview with Hae-won, dated back to when she would have been graduating high school and right after the murder of Joo-Eun. You sucked in a breath. 

“Hae-won, a best friend to Joo-Eun, testified today in court. ‘I just want justice for my friend.’ She said.” You read softly. 

         You gently placed the clipping back in the folder and left the room. You felt...pity for her. She had lost her best friend, she was hurting. But was that a motivation to kill? You grabbed your car keys and the test results, and left the building, shutting off the lights. You locked up the old station, hoping to never have to solve another crime in that place again. 

        You unlocked your car and got in. You couldn’t even feel pleased about being right in your suspicions, you were simply worried for your coworkers and the men you cared deeply for. It was time to make things right.

       What was he doing here? Jungkook sat outside the office, tapping his foot wildly. His adrenaline was through the roof as he shifted uncomfortably. The man next to him was called inside and he scooted over. He had been waiting for an hour, but the nerves still hadn’t slowed. 

      He glanced at his watch. He really needed this job. The young man gripped his briefcase tightly and then little by little let it go. He let his grip relax and the briefcase fell into his lap with each deep breath. Someone cleared their throat and he looked up, startled. 

       A young woman stood with her hair in a neat bun. 

“Hello, I’m Y/N!” She said cheerily, holding out her hand. 

      He rose quickly, his case clattering to the floor. He internally screamed at himself and clumsily shook her hand before crouching to pick up the case. She seemed amused. 

“I’m Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook.” He nodded. “I’m here for the, uh, achem, interview.” 

“I figured.” She chirped. “Mr. Kim will see you now!” She gently shoved him towards the door. “And don’t worry, Namjoon is actually pretty nice once you get to know him.” She whispered and then shut the door. 

       Jungkook stood awkwardly in the door. Mr. Kim sat in his leather chair, surveying him. The chief then nodded at the seat and gestured. 

“Sit.” He commanded and Jungkook wasn’t one to disobey orders. 

      Once he had settled in, Mr. Kim leaned forward, lacing his fingers together.

 “Now tell me, Mr. Jeon,” God, it felt like he was being interrogated. “Why do you want this position?”

“I would like to get work experience and I’ve always been fascinated with the whole criminal justice and policing system.” He said hurriedly. “And I’ve heard that you’re the, uh, best.” 

“That we are.”Mr. Kim smiled and unlaced his fingers, sitting back to observe the man. “Now, we don’t offer these jobs to just anyone. So tell me, what makes you different?” 

“If you want me to be honest, Mr. Kim,” Jungkook scratched the back of his head. “I’m really not sure. I’m not...all that special.” 

 “Fuck fuck fuck!” You unclipped your seatbelt and raced out the car door. 

      There were loud shouts and your heart sped up. You crept along the side of the building until the entrance was in view. You peered cautiously around the corner. 

      The sight before you was not pretty. Yoongi was shouting at the others to back away and Taehyung stood next to him. Jimin was already retreating while Hoseok and Jin were tugging Jungkook back. Namjoon was trying to shout orders over Yoongi and Hae-won was in the center, cackling like a mad woman. A glistening knife was held to her throat. 

“Shut up!” She shouted, her voice a growl, low and animalistic, unlike anything you had heard from her. 

“If you don’t shut up, I won’t hesitate to slide this over my neck like every single pig I’ve killed in this town.” She chuckled and you could see the wetness of tears on her cheeks. 

“I have nothing to come back to. The town hates me anyway. If Joo-eun couldn’t get retribution, justice, when she should have, then maybe I can give her justice.” She choked. Her hands shook. “I deserve this.” 

“You didn’t even know Joo-Eun, I thought?” Yoongi said calmly, his voice scratchy from yelling. 

“You guys are idiots.” You revealed yourself, your shadow gracing their faces. “She’s her best friend, or should I say was?”

“Keep her name out of your mouth!” Hae-won screeched back, her voice trilling high into hysterics. 

       Her eyes scanned the room wildly. So this was the murderer. A wolf in sheep's clothing. 

“I ran the tests Hae-won. Those aspirin in your medicine cabinet looked off, so I decided to give them a test.” You stepped closer to her. She stiffened, keeping the knife to her throat.

 “Rohypnol.” You declared.

“I won’t deny it, Y/N. You were smart, you always kept your work at such a distance from me.” She laughed, the blade tugged slightly across her neck at the movement. “But good thing these guys trusted me enough. I guess it’s just another example of the system failing people like us.”

“People like us?” You halted your approach. 

“Women, men, people. We, who dare try and go against this system so carefully set up by those around us.” She fixed you with a hard stare. “I mean, haven’t we both been screwed over by the system? Joo-Eun never got justice, you will never see justice.” 

      You went quiet. You could feel the heavy eyes of your coworkers on you. You glanced to the side, meeting eyes with Jungkook. 

“No one believed me. Do you understand what it’s like, to have the town turn their backs on you?!” Hae-won furiously regained your attention. You stepped closer, now only a few feet away. 

“Y/N, step back.” You heard the command of Namjoon. You held up a hand, silencing him. 

“I’m sorry, Hae-won.” You whispered. She went still, her face melting into a look of confusion. 

“What?”

“I said,” You gently brought your hand up and she let you guide her hand away from her throat. 

“I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve that. And the system has been pretty shit as of late.” You gave Namjoon a pointed glare which he had the decency to look away from. 

“But you can’t hate the world forever.” You sighed and wrapped your arms around her. She was stunned, silent, and unmoving. “Please just come back with us. We’ll make things right.” 

      The tension was palpable. Everyone in the room held their breath. 

“There’s nothing to make right. I have no regrets,” Hae-won breathed in your ear. “And I cannot take back what I have done.” She ripped you away, pulling your back to her chest and lifting the knife to your throat.

         Well, shit. That did not go as planned.

          That was a big problem of yours, rushing into things without a plan. Well, that was really biting you in the ass right now. Instantly, seven guns clicked into place. 

“Go ahead, shoot me. We both go down.” Hae-won smiled, her vice like grip uncharacteristically strong for someone of her stature. “Do you know what it’s like to see your best friend’s corpse?”

“I don’t want to find out.” Hoseok’s voice rang clear and you looked at him.

       You couldn’t find it in yourself to be truly terrified because they wouldn’t let you die, right? After everything you’d been through and you still had undying trust in these boys.

“Put the knife down Hae-won. I won’t say it again.” Taehyung said, his deep rumble ticking your eardrums. 

       Instead, she pressed the knife harder against your jugular and you let out a squeak of distress. You could see Hoseok’s hands shaking, Jimin’s eyes staring coldly into your own, and Yoongi’s sour expression. When you looked at Namjoon, you just saw...fear. That only meant one thing; She was going to do it. You were going to die.

A shot rang out and you saw red.

      Jimin hated fake apologies. It was a thought that he had often, especially when his ex texted him. He stared in disgust at the pathetic gray bubble. 

I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done it. 

      He threw the phone onto the comforter and paced his room furiously. Back and forth, up and down. He was sure the neighbors would yell at him next time they saw him. 

      The blonde ran his fingers through his hair and rooted around his closet. His ex had never been a nice woman. He should have known she was poison from the beginning. 

      With the red lipstick and plunging neckline, her attire had screamed at him to kiss her. So he had. Jimin was a man of discipline, but he had always lost control in her presence. 

      He wouldn’t allow himself to do that again. He pulled out a tie and tugged on a suit jacket. When he stared at his reflection, eyebrows knitted together and lips pulled into an unflattering frown, he set down the tie. 

     The man took a couple of deep breaths. She was doing it again, making him feel out of control. Controlling his temper, controlling his love life. A lot of his life was about control. 

      He massaged his cheeks and let himself relax. He tied his tie and pulled on socks. Then, he walked calmly back into his bedroom, reached across the comforter, and grasped his phone. With a few decisive taps, he sent his message and dropped his phone back into his pocket. 

Sorry doesn’t cut it, sweetheart, Cheaters never win. 

         You heard screaming. Was it you? You turned to the side, realizing Hae-won’s tight grip had disappeared. No. 

          It was definitely Hae-won screaming. She writhed in pain on the floor, slowly trying to crawl away. Blood smeared down her leg. The knife had fallen to the floor and you quickly kicked it far out of reach. 

         Hoseok’s face gave away no emotion. Inside, his mind was reeling. Did he really just do that? Just as calmly as he had shot, he walked over and placed a pair of handcuffs around Hae-won’s wrists. 

“Hae-won, you are under arrest for the murders of Hak-kun, Jane doe, Iseul, and two others. Everything you say can and will be held against you.” He recited dutifully.

        Jin and Jimin rushed over. Jungkook was quiet, standing and watching the scene unfold like a movie. A few minutes later, an ambulance has pulled up and a team of paramedics is pulling Hae-won away on a stretcher.

      Officer Nam arrived, shaking hands with Namjoon and going around to thank every person. Jungkook accepted the handshake in a daze, barely registering what was being said. 

       Once everyone had cleared out and it was just the eight of you standing in an abandoned warehouse, you let out a collective sigh. A few chuckles rolled around the group, but Jungkook was still. 

       Namjoon wrapped him into a hug and pressed a kiss to his temple before ushering everyone back out to the van. He watched as you looked sadly at all of them laughing and joking before stepping into your car and driving away. 

         Jungkook had always been observant. Shame arose in his cheeks as he remembered the failed kiss. The boys had raised him better than that. 

        The quiet that followed the case was short lived. Soon enough, they were busy with the trial and conviction of Hae-won. It was funny how Hae-won’s words rang true, how the whole town so easily turned their backs on her, despite having chanted her name a few days ago like a saint.

         They discovered heavy layers of coats and jackets, despite it being almost 90 degrees every day in Cape Springs. Namjoon put this forth as evidence of her being able to match the physical description of a man.

        Hae-won pleaded guilty to first degree murder. They took her away with a smile on her face. 

 “Can we talk?”

“You know, I’m really sick of hearing that lately.” You muttered, twisting around in your seat to look at Jungkook. 

“I just wanted to say…” The young boy shifted around uncomfortably as the airplane’s ignition clicked on and the cabin began rattling.

“You’re sorry? You wish it hadn’t happened?” You pursed your lips. 

“Yeah I’ve heard it.” Then you rubbed at your tired eyes. “You guys really hurt me, but I’ll be okay. I’m stronger than you think.” 

       You then twisted to face away from him. You heard him sigh unhappily and close the window shade. 

       Jin was a man of principle and order. Everyday he went to the same coffee shop to get the same coffee and bagel at the same time. He always got home at the same time each night, 8:00 P.M. on the dot. He counted on others to be able to accommodate this, and while it might seem selfish or even pompous on his part, he actually believed it helped other people. 

       This was all to say, Seokjin didn’t take risks. He was a firm and stubborn man with little time to break out of his mold. He knew he was probably going to take up some office job, but in the meantime, he liked to study the law. 

       Namjoon was the opposite. Namjoon liked to go out of his way to try something new, to find a new problem and then solve it. It was in his nature as a rather helpful person.

        When the two, Jin and Namjoon, combined, they balanced each other out. It was a careful balance, maintained by careful precision in language and movement; were the other to step too far over into the other’s boundaries, the scale would tip and fall over. 

       It didn’t take long for the boundary to be crossed. 

-

“Mr. Kim!” 

“Yes, Mr. Kim?” Jin looked up from his files and peered up at the chief through gold rimmed glasses. 

“We have a situation.” 

        Whoever thought it was a good idea to put four men in the same dorm room at a time was on crack. That’s what Jin had decided when he spent a few weeks in the station. 

      The place had dormitories for officers that were working on long cases or who needed somewhere to stay on and off shift. He cursed Y/N for being one of the few females who stayed at the station, so she got her own room. Jin was stuck sharing a room with Namjoon. 

       When he arrived at the scene of the crime, there were two men rolling on the ground fighting. 

“YOU. ARE. ONE. ARROGANT. BASTARD.” One shouted. 

“I’M JUST DOING WHAT YOU’RE TELLING ME!” The other screamed. 

      Hair was being tugged, punches were being thrown. Namjoon cleared his throat and Jin tapped his foot. 

“Men, what do you think you’re doing?” Namjoon started calmly. They didn’t register his voice, so Jin squinted, spotting one face, and knew exactly who it was. 

“Mr. Min Yoongi. Mr. Kim Taehyung.” Jin said, his voice clipped and stern. The men screeched to a halt and simultaneously turned to look at him. 

       Taehyung was on top, a fist full of Yoongi’s shirt in his hands. Yoongi pulled at Taehyung’s hair. Both panted, out of breath. Jin surveyed the damage. Taehyung had a bloody nose, which was now dripping onto Yoongi’s neck. A red bruise was blossoming on Yoongi’s cheek. 

“You’re professionals for god’s sake.” Jin pressed his lips into a thin line. 

      Then he glanced around, seeing as no one had seen this little fight. His face melted into amusement. They looked a right mess. 

“You guys look awful. Wash up and get some rest. No one was hurt too badly, right?” They shook their heads. “Then,” Jin clapped his hands together. “I guess there’s no harm done. Just try not to do it again “ 

       The men scrambled away, muttering under their breaths and he was sure they weren’t kind words. 

“I wonder how those two get along.” Namjoon mused. 

“They somehow make it work.” Jin smoothed the lapels of his jacket. “It’s sort of like us.” 

“But we wouldn’t roll on the floor punching each other!” Namjoon protested, following Jin as he made his way back downstairs. 

“I would if I had to.” He smiled. “What kind of second in command would I be if I wouldn’t get into a fist fight with the chief when he’s being an ass?” 

“But I’m not usually an ass, right?” Namjoon stuttered. 

“Well...you do have an ass.” Jin winked, causing Namjoon’s face to flush red and his mouth to hang open in shock at his usually well-mannered coworker. “But you’re not terrible, Namjoon.” 

“That’s reassuring.”

“Do you want a pat on the back or something?”

“Actually I would like that-”

“No.”

The first barrier had been broken. 

        Landing in South Korea felt like things were returning to normal. Jin had assumed the motherly role of the group once more, making sure everyone had their bags. You stood, in a hurry to get off the plane. Hoseok and Jimin had shared a row in front of you so they were the first to leave. 

        Namjoon and Jin were next from the middle aisle while Taehyung and Yoongi were first on the far right aisle. You and Jungkook were last, but when you stepped off that plane, it felt like something had changed. 

          You were now separated from the horrors of the USA and back home. You, of all people, knew this place wasn’t the safest, but it was pretty damn good. And it was...calming to step back into this city you called home. 

“Hey, Y/N.” Namjoon snapped a couple times in front of your face before you refocused. 

“Wha-oh sorry.” You gripped the suitcase he handed you. 

“Long flight?” 

“Yeah, I was really tired, but I couldn’t sleep, not really. It was more like short bursts.” You laughed a little. He chuckled along, but then softened. 

“Are you okay?” 

      No, but you needed everything to be okay right now. The past few weeks had been haunting, gruesome, and bone chilling. You had been right next to a goddamn murderer, a cold, heartless, killer. But Hae-won wasn’t like that. She was chilling in her kindness, the fake genuineness that had everyone falling. 

“No.” You sighed and reached out to squeeze his arm. “But I really need things to be okay right now, so please,” You dropped your hand and bit at your lip. “Just let it be okay.” 

“Of course.” He nodded, heading on. The sun was just setting. 

       The seven shadows of your coworkers stretched before you, beckoning you to run to them. You turned and looked back at the airport entrance. Cars whizzed past you, oblivious to the horrors you had seen, living peacefully in ignorance. Hoseok was quiet, clearly having the same feelings as you. You wanted to say something to him, but he was always just out of reach.  

“You coming?” Jimin turned to look at you and you froze. His eyes were kind, his mouth even tilted into a small smile. 

“Yup!” You looked both ways quickly before crossing over to them. 

“You just jaywalked.” Namjoon pointed out with a goofy smile. 

“What are you, a cop?” You smiled, remembering one of your first conversations with him. 

“The correct line is ‘I don’t see any cops, what are you gonna do, arrest me?’” He teased and hooked his arm around your waist. 

“Alright, you smart ass.” You groaned, leaning against his side. 

“You’ll always be our girl, you know?” Namjoon leaned down, his breath fanning across your neck. 

“I know.” 

        A news alert flashed across the billboards. You frowned, eyes drawn to the red LEDs. The others turned as well. THIRD MURDER IN DAEGU, IF YOU SEE ANYONE SUSPICIOUS PLEASE CONTACT THE POLICE BY DIALING 112. 

“You know what this means, right?” Jungkook turned to you, a small smile on his face. 

         You nodded, your grip tightening on Namjoon’s waist. 

“We have a serial killer on our hands.”

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once you realize - chapter seven

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader, Taehyung x his girlfriend Mina

Tags: best friend! Jungkook, idol verse, friends to lovers!

Genre:  fluff, mutual pining, they’re really horny in this one! (like really... also kinda hands on if it’s not your thing)

Words: 7k

Warnings: language! flirting! nudity! teasing! mention of boner! sexy shower scene!

Parts: chapter one / chapter two / chapter three / chapter four / chapter five / chapter six / chapter seven

Summary: What a surprise it was to see you, indeed.

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A/N: Right guys - this is it. I cried when it was over but it just is what it is. Thank you so much for reading all my chapters and supporting my fic! There will be a new Namjoon one coming your way soon! 

Please let me know if you want the last chapter to continue with a smut drabble? I may upload it as a continuation. I’d love your feedback! Enjoy reading and may they be happy for ever 🥺✨

As you were knocking on the hotel room door you felt exhausted, nervously looking over your shoulder a couple of times to make sure none of the other doors in the hallway would open and give away your presence, but everything stayed quiet. As Jimin opened the door, looking at you, he quietly put his hand over his mouth, trying not to laugh at your appearance. “Don’t even start.”, you mumbled annoyed, pushing your suitcase inside as your wet hair fell forward, letting a few droplets trickle down and fall onto the carpet of the hotel room.

“Why didn’t you take a cab?”, Jimin asked, helping you push the suitcase inside so he could close the door. Once you sat down onto the bed, Jimin immediately rushed to the bathroom to get a towel for you. “I did! It’s New York, they took forever and right when I got out, it started pouring. So I just walked.”

With a grumpy face, you wiped over your bare face, drying off your sweater and hair a bit. You felt the water soak right through all the layers of fabric you had on, causing you to feel a little cool with all the wet clothes you were wearing. Bending down to open up the suitcase, you let out a disappointed grunt as you found all your clothes completely wet and stuck together in the suitcase.  

“Soaked?”, Jimin mumbled, feeling sorry for you as he sat down next to you to look at the damage the rain had caused. With a deep breath you sat up again to look at him and Jimin just smiled encouraging. “I’ll give you some clothes and you can go over and surprise that boy of yours. Take your time to calm down a little bit, ok? It’s all good, you got this.”, he smiled brightly and headed over to his suitcase to pull out a pair of socks, grey sweats and a simple black crewneck. 

You had planned to surprise Jungkook in New York for a long time. Barely seeing each other after that ominous night in his room over two months ago had taken a toll on both of you. Not seeing each other after just starting to get close wasn’t great and colliding schedules had made it a nightmare. As soon as you had figured out that both of you would be off on the same weekend, the only issue had been that Jungkook was on the other side of the world during that time and after plotting with Jimin for a while, both of you had eventually managed to convince management for you to come over for a few days. 

Sitting in a hotel room, soaked to your bones, looking less than cute, definitely dimmed your excited mood quite a bit. Although he tried his best to make you feel better you still felt like you didn’t want to ring Jungkook’s room looking like this, but you appreciated Jimin even more for trying. He had been very invested in making sure this would work and he had kept his mouth shut in front of the others. Surprisingly, management hasn’t told the boys about the ongoing fling with you and Jungkook, either. They respected that he wanted to do it on his own terms and you were thankful for that because the last thing you needed was the others of them bickering the two of you since they had been waiting for this to happen for a long time now. They could wait a little longer.

After drying you up, making you look presentable and blow-drying your hair, you looked and felt somewhat like yourself again. The only issue was, that you didn’t look like you just came all the way, just to see Jungkook. You wanted it to be this dramatic moment and now you looked like you were just going to take the trash out real quick. Pushing those thoughts aside, the excitement started creeping up.

“Right, I’ll head over. Thank youuu.”, you hugged Jimin in and he waved it off with a big smile on his face, standing in the door nosy as you exited his room. Turning around, you tried to shush him away but Jimin was going to peek no matter what you were going to do.

Sitting at his desk, Jungkook was just starting to get annoyed at the game he was playing. Today hadn’t been a good day, a couple of things hadn’t worked out the way he wanted them to and even as he had tried to sit down to get his mind off of things, he kept getting shot in the game. Clenching his jaw, he pushed his chair back, stroking over his face and leaned back, looking up to the ceiling of the hotel room. Something about the past weeks had been off and he knew what it was, but Jungkook didn’t really feel like admitting to the fact that he felt off because he couldn’t be around you. 

He knew that all of this was contributed to missing you and although he really tried to focus, something about the fact that he had you so close that night, seemed to make the distance feel even more crushing. His heart was aching and he was starting to struggle because of it. Who would’ve thought that missing someone after knowing they liked you back was even worse than not having someone to love all? Getting a taste if it only for it to be taken away so soon. 

The knock on the door forced Jungkook to close his eyes and take a deep breath. He didn’t feel like going to dinner with everyone so the only thing he could do was pretending he was already asleep. Not replying to the knock, he shut off his computer and turned around to stretch out on his bed, grabbing his phone.

It had been a while since you texted him back and with a nervous feeling, he read through the conversation again to make sure he hadn’t said anything wrong. Worried, he started pulling on his lower lip, trying to read between the lines of the text you had exchanged, just as he could hear another knock – louder this time. Now he wasn’t so sure if he was able to get out of it, so as he sat up and waited, someone knocked for the third time. 

Getting up, he ruffled through his hair and pulled up his hood to look like he had been sleeping as he made his way to open. Looking through the peephole, he could only see a frame walking away and as he stared for a little longer, his heart dropped. Feeling wide awake all of a sudden, he took a step back to rip open the door, almost pulling it out of its hinges.

“Y/N?”, he whispered through the hallway, not sure if he was mistaken since he could only see the back of her head and something about the clothes seemed off but as she stopped once he called out her name, Jungkook could feel that he was right.

It was you. 

Taking a deep breath, you let go of the door knob to Jimin’s hotel room and as you turned around, you saw Jungkook standing in the doorway, staring at you in disbelief. His hood over his hair that had grown even longer since you had seen him last, his expression absolutely overwhelmed, a hint of a smile in the corner of his mouth. Seeing him so sudden after you thought he wouldn’t open the door, made you feel all overwhelmed with your emotions and without taking a second to think about the fact that someone could see, you started jogging towards him with a bright smile on your face.

Jungkook’s face started to light up as he saw you running over and with a grin from ear to ear, he spread his arms wide open, ready to embrace you once you’d arrive. 

It wasn’t a hug but rather a crashing into each other as you wrapped your arms around him high and Jungkook pressed you so close against himself that he lifted you off your tip toes, leaving you to wrap your legs and arms around him tight. 

Your full body koala hug, made you feel so small in his arms and the feeling of him holding you tight and strong in the middle of the hallway, was everything you needed in that moment. With the brightest smile on your lips, you buried your face on his neck to take in a deep breath. Jungkook wrapped his arms around you a little tighter, swinging from side to side as he closed his eyes to embrace the feeling. Something about his scent was the most comforting thing to you. He always smelled clean, fresh out of the shower and his clothes always smelled like fresh laundry mixed in with just Jungkook.

“Why do you smell like Jimin.”, he chuckled and you had to laugh, leaning back in the hug a bit to look at him as he walked you into his room while holding you, careful to not bump you against anything. Of course he would smell that immediately. “Jimin helped me surprise you and I got caught in the rain outside so he lend me some clothes.”, you mumbled, still way too focused on his face. “Well no offense babe, but you’re gonna have to put some of my clothes on then. I can’t hold you like this when you smell like hyung.”, he laughed and you couldn’t help but start laughing. “Got it.” 

As you looked at him properly for the first time, you could see that Jungkook seemed more masculine since the last time you’d seen him. His face had changed and as you pushed his hood back to take a proper look at him, you smiled, biting your lip a little bit. “You got leaner, didn’t you?”, you asked quietly, noticing the soft pink hue on his cheeks as you mentioned it. Embarrassed Jungkook had to be one of your favorite versions of him. “I tried to work out more, yes.”, he mumbled subdued and you chuckled, sliding your legs off of him to stand in front of him in the middle of the room. “Well you look really good. Healthy.”, you added smiling and Jungkook scrunched up his nose a little bit, gifting you with his cute, little face you had missed so terribly.

“So do you... Hey jagi.”, he mumbled and the sudden shift in his voice made your spine feel all tingly. With a smile, you slid your arms around his waist slowly, hugging him in loosely. Jungkook didn’t even hesitate this time as he bent down to kiss you. His lips felt warm and soft and had a surprisingly familiar feeling to them. Trying hard to reach up further, you got on your tippy toes to bend deeper into the kiss, causing Jungkook to chuckle against your lips. Pulling you in on your waist, Jungkook deepened the kiss, leaving you with a little gasp for air as he turned his head, only to push a deeper into it again. Lifting your hands, sliding them over his neck into his hair, both of you stood in the room for a long while, busy embracing each other. Only as you broke the kiss to breathe again, Jungkook leaned his forehead on yours, a soft smirk on his lips. For some reason it was way harder than usual to stop kissing him today. 

“I really missed you.”, he mumbled, stroking his thumb over you cheek and you nodded, kissing his thumb once. 

“I know, I missed you terribly. I’m sorry I lied and acted like I was going for dinner with Mina when I was already on the plane.”, you chuckled and Jungkook only pecked your cheek once with a fake expression of pouted anger on his face. 

“Yea, how dare you.” He chuckled and took a deep breath, walking over to the bed to sit down. “How come you’re here? How did you do it?”, he asked as you sat down next to him and starting from the very top, you explained the entire thing to him, making sure he knew that Jimin had kept his mouth shut and that everyone had worked together to pull it off. 

“He didn’t say a word, I have no idea how he did it... usually he spills it immediately, at least to me.”, Jungkook chuckled and as he looked at your shirt again, he stood up to get you some clothes. Watching him walk over to his organized suitcase you watched him go through his clothes, choosing your new outfit carefully. He could be so soft and loving it made your heart melt sometimes. 

“I need something that I can wear out. Because you and I got plans, boi.”, you smiled and Jungkook rose an eyebrow, looking at you with a surprised look on his face. 

“We do?”, he put the sweats he had picked for you back into the bag and you smiled nodding. 

“We do. I had a few things sorted out.”, you smiled and all of a sudden you felt shy, blushing at the fact that you had planned out the first date night for the two of you. It all felt right and exciting but telling him to his face felt awkward for some reason. Of course you were more than friends at this point, but still very much friends and the dating part was still fresh and made it a little awkward. 

“Okay... Where are we going?”, he chuckled smiling and pulled out some jeans and a white shirt for you, looking at you with a questioning look. With a nod you smiled and you couldn’t help but feel absolutely ecstatic to wear his clothes. After grabbing them you slid off your sweats, still covered by the long shirt Jimin had given to you and sliding into his jeans, you smiled as they fit perfectly. “They’re too small now, I figured they could fit.”, Jungkook mumbled and you only smiled at him, knowing he had watched. Feeling a little friskier than usual, you wanted to undress in front of him rather than going to the bathroom. You loved his face when he tried not to look but he couldn’t help himself. 

“It’s a surprise.”, you smiled and Jungkook grabbed a few clothes for himself, unable to keep his eyes off of you though. He had seen so many legs and short outfits in the industry but nothing could ever compare to seeing hints of your legs whenever he was able to. Just as he was about to say something and turn around to talk, he watched you take off your shirt, leaving you standing opposite him in nothing but a lace bralette that left little room for imagination. 

With a dry mouth, Jungkook’s eyes lingered on you and as you looked up, he couldn’t even try and hide the needy look on his face. He felt guilty for staring so shamelessly but as he saw the smirk on your face he felt like someone had dunked him into hot coals. You definitely knew what you were doing to him and as you turned around, facing him with your back, you took off the bralette slowly. You only did it because the shirt was white and going without one was a safer bet than having your bra show, but taking the opportunity to let your hair fall over your shoulder, you took your time to put on the shirt. 

Jungkook clenched his jaw, he knew that you were doing it on purpose but he frankly didn’t mind at all. The fact that you did it only for him to see, made him feel hot and cold at the same time and letting his eyes trace over the settle curves on your hips, the few little birthmarks on your skin...

His face started to feel hot and he could feel the excitement rising up inside of him. It felt so strong, that he had to take his eyes off in order to be able to contain himself. Turning to the side a bit, he closed his eyes, starting to say the lyrics to an entire song in his head to stay focused and busy as he took off his shirt to get changed. 

As you turned around, folding Jimin’s clothes, you watched him take his shirt off and if you had thought Jungkook was toned beforehand, it was nothing compared to what he looked like now. His arms were veiny and defined, his back toned and muscular and you couldn’t help but wonder what running your hands over his skin would feel like. Tilting your head to the side you looked at him for a long moment, watching him as he put his shirt on, turning a little bit you could count the defined abs. 

Looking down with red cheeks, you grabbed your phone to text a few people, saying everything had worked out and you were about to head out.  Going on at this rate was dangerous and you tried your best to get back into safer territory, trying hard to look at his face as you talked to him. 

“Right so we can walk to the first surprise.”, you mumbled, walking to the bathroom to fix your hair to look a little cuter and more confident but Jimin had done a good job fixing you up earlier. Jungkook walked in, standing behind you to look at you through the mirror, sliding his hands around your stomach.

“Are you at least going to give me a hint?”, he asked and feeling his chest against your back you could feel his heart race nervously against your skin, causing you to feel the nerves as well. This was the first time the two of you were together like this after officially trying to be with each other. 

“Bucket hat Jungkook?”, you chuckled, wondering if he was going to get the hint but he looked up at into mirror confused, pouting while thinking hard. 

A couple of minutes later both of you were ready to head out. Jungkook in all black, his bucket hat glued to his head per usual, you, wearing his black wool coat, looking like the female version of your boyfriend with his black snapback on your head. 

“Ready?”, he asked as you held out your hand to take his phone and wallet to carry it in your purse for him like you usually did when the two of you were out and about. 

“Ready.”, you smiled and followed him out the door. Walking out of the hotel both of you felt a little unsure about how to behave around each other, especially after the extreme tension only a couple of minutes ago.  

“I really didn’t expect you to come over. I’m happy you did, jagi.” Jungkook’s hand hesitantly reached for yours and as he interlocked his warm fingers with your cool ones, you felt like floating for some reason. The past hour since you’ve been with him seemed so surreal and holding him like this made your chest feel like it was about to explode, unable to contain all those feelings he caused. The fact that he was your man now, not just anyone’s man, still seemed so far away for you. 

“I’m glad you enjoyed it, I was worried you wanted to spend your time alone and relax.”, you chuckled and Jungkook stopped you mid walking, looking down at you. 

“I’ll always want you around, babe. Always. Okay?” 

The intensity of his words made you shiver a little bit and you only nodded, blushing because you had doubted his affection for you. But Jungkook made sure to reassure you every chance he got. He wanted you to know that this wasn’t just something he randomly had on his mind, like he just randomly thought trying it out with you would be a good idea. He wanted you to know that he’s been wanting this for a long time. That he’d been wanting you for a long time 

You knew that everything you had planned out was going to hit the spot with Jungkook. His birthday had been close so you wanted to make sure the first date the two of you were going to be on was going to blow him away. You wanted to show your affection although it was very hard for you to talk about it so months ago you managed to look at artists that were going to be in New York around the same time, scoring tickets for the Post Malone concert. 

Rapper Jungkook with his bucket hat was thriving throughout the entire show. You couldn’t have been more thankful to realize that you never lost your best friend after all. You only added to your relationship and as the both of you were freaking out, singing and dancing on the sidelines throughout the concert, all your fears seemed to be wiped away. Having drinks, partying to the songs you had jammed to in the car endless of times already made you feel like you were home and Jungkook seemed to feel the exact same way. The fact that he rapped along to all the good parts, having the time of his life, made you more than happy after all.

Jungkook felt nothing but thankful for all of this. No one had ever put that much effort in for him. The boys always made sure to make days special but Jungkook felt like you really knew him, taking him to the concert, showing him cool places in the city afterwards and as you topped it off, already half drunk in a burger joint, he knew that you were the one he could never let go.  

“I swear to god we’re going to regret this tomorrow.”, he mumbled, shoving some fries in his mouth as you couldn’t help but reach the giggly point of being drunk, hating yourself for not being able to stop laughing. Jungkook watched you with a smile on his face, half worried you weren’t going to stop and as he saw how happy you were, he couldn’t help but join into your laughter.  

“My stomach hurts so bad.”, you mumbled, leaning back in the booth, rubbing your full stomach. “Well aren’t you lucky there’s no bra cutting into your skin right now.”, Jungkook laughed and you raised your eyebrows. “Oh so you remembered that part, huh?”, you laughed and Jungkook wiped his fingers after finishing his and your burger on the table.

“You think I’ll forget important details?”, he laughed and had a sip of his beer. You leaned in on the table and couldn’t help but smirk a little. “Why did you start working out, kook?”, you asked provocative  out of the blue and Jungkook cleared his throat, putting down his glass.

“Just.. ‘cause.”, he mumbled and started stacking the plates, putting them to the side so the waitress could take them. 

“You sure you didn’t do it so you’d look good naked?”, you smirked, teasing him, leaning back again to take a sip of your cocktail and Jungkook’s face turned bright red all of a sudden. You weren’t sure why you loved teasing him so much but you weren’t willing to stop, definitely not how that you were tipsy. Jungkook leaned in on the table this time. 

“What if I did it so you’d feel like pressing your legs together when you undress me?”, he mumbled so low and sexy, you opened your mouth in shock. 

“Two can play that game, so be careful.”, he smirked, leaning back again and with the shocked expression still on your face you simply watched his satisfied smirk. Touching his leg with your crossed leg, you stroked over his inner calf once, making his eyes shoot up from his phone to meet yours.  

“No need to be careful.”, you smirked and Jungkook took a quick glance around the place to make sure that no one saw the two of you getting touchy in the corner of the restaurant. “What?”, you mumbled, chin leaning on your hand, an innocent cute look on your face as you watched him, moving your leg slowly over his. 

“When did we start being like this.”, he chuckled low, leaning on his elbows towards you, his eyes flickering over your face, stopping at your lips. 

“Oh trust me, just because I haven’t mention it doesn’t mean I never thought about it.”, you laugh and only as you finished talking, you realized what you had just confessed to, turning your cheeks pink in embarrassment. 

“Ohohooooo did you now?”, Jungkook laughed, reaching for your hand as you turned away embarrassed. 

“Don’t bend away now, Y/N.”, he laughed, pulling your hand a bit so you had to look at him. 

“Dish it. When was the first time you thought about getting nasty?” He wiggled his eyebrows but asked jokingly to loosen the mood, but Jungkook wanted to know. He was dying to know what made you think of him that way and made sure to watch your expression carefully as you talked about it. He could remember the first time he saw you in a different way because it really threw him off back then. 

“Nooo.”, you mumbled with a quiet laugh, covering your face with one hand, your other hand holding Jungkook’s across the table.��

“Jagi...”, he begged quietly and bent his head down to meet your lowered gaze. Taking a deep breath you played with his fingers on the table, blushing because you were sure it wasn’t going to be as early as his answer. It had taken you some time to realize your feelings and that made you feel almost embarrassed in front of him. 

“First time I genuinely remember it was the Love Yourself tour finale in Seoul where we all attended.”, you mumbled subdued and Jungkook chuckled at you turning shy all of a sudden. He couldn’t help but fall even more for the way you talked about it a little embarrassed and bent in to kiss your hand soft.

“What about it though?”, he kept digging and you slapped his hand a little bit playful. 

“Dude do you just want me to make you compliments?!”, you laughed and Jungkook joined in. 

“Nooo? I just.. I don’t know. I really want to know.”, he chuckled with rosy cheeks and you chuckled again, leaning in. 

“You guys did the Dope, Silver Spoon medley thing and you looked sooo good.”, you laughed, thinking about it again, biting your lip a bit. “And back then the other girls were there as well and I knew you had met up with one of them a couple of times and I realized how bothered I was by that.”, you chuckled embarrassed and not too proud of being jealous. Jungkook looked over with a smirk on his face and you slapped his arm again a little bit. 

“I’m telling you this confidentially but I only went out with her in hopes to make you jealous.”, he laughed and you felt stupid for falling right into his trap. 

“Well good for you Jeon Jungkook, you did it.”, you chuckled and after Jungkook looked around one more time, he came around the booth, scooting in next to you. 

“I’m kinda glad I did, not gonna lie.”, he mumbled, his lips close to your ear as he pouted a soft kiss on your cheek, causing you to get goosebumps all over your body. 

“Yea?”, you mumbled and turned your head towards him a little more. 

Jungkook’s eyes were dark and sultry, staring right into your soul and as you felt your body getting all hot, you turned to face him more. “So is this where it’s gonna go, huh?”, you mumbled smirking and Jungkook rested his head on the back of the booth, looking over low through his lashes. 

“I don’t care where it’s going to go as long as you’re with me. But if it were to go there, I wouldn’t mind either.”, he chuckled and sat up more as the waitress walked over, asking if you needed anything else. 

“No thanks, just the check please.”, Jungkook smiled, opening your purse to get out his wallet. 

“You’re sexy when you speak English.”, you chuckled and he had to laugh, looking over. 

“You’re just trying to make me feel better.”, he smiled and bent over, kissing your cheek soft once, handing over his card as the waitress returned.

“Thanks for paying, babe.”, you mumbled, blushing because calling him babe still felt surreal. 

“You’re very welcome, love.”, he replied in English, smirking at your expression and after Jungkook had paid for the both of you, he got up, taking your hand as the two of you made their way to the hotel. 

Feeling happy and tipsy, Jungkook wrapped his arm around your shoulders and he couldn’t help but smile bright as you took his hand he had around your shoulder, kissing the tattoos a few times. The both of you took your time to walk back to the hotel and as you made your way up the elevator, arms tight around each other, ready to walk down the hallway, you almost had a heart attack as the elevator doors opened. 

Not only did the sudden noise confuse you, what was worse was all the others standing in the hallway, yelling and seemingly having a hallway get together as the two of you stood in the elevator entangled. 

“Oh great.”, Jungkook mumbled low as they started yelling, mocking you two and with an embarrassed expression on your face, you buried your face on Jungkook’s chest. 

“GUYS! FINALLY!”, Jimin yelled while clapping hit hands and from the sound of it all, they seemed to be just as drunk as the two of you were. Exiting the elevator, Hobi started making kissy noises while Jungkook held your hand tight as the two of you walked over to everyone standing in the middle of the hallway in sweats and no shoes, playing beer pong on what seemed like two desks from the hotel rooms pushed together. 

“Uuuuuh how was it?”, Namjoon teased, looking at the two of you, still holding hands, your faces and giggles probably giving away that the two of you were more drunk than sober.

“It was good she took me to the Post Malone concert.”, Jungkook bragged proud, knowing that almost all of them had tried to get tickets but didn’t make it since they found out too late. 

“You didn’t.”, Namjoon said shocked and you could only chuckle at his shocked expression. 

“Yea I did, was an early birthday present.”, you smiled and Jungkook pulled you in proudly, pulling your arm around himself so he could hug you in more. 

The faces of some of the others staring at you confused since they had never seen Jungkook being that close and personal with anyone made you feel a little awkward but the alcohol seemed to help. 

“Are you going to join us?”, Jin asked and Jungkook shrugged a little bit, putting on his super obvious ‘I’m about to lie’ face. 

“I don’t know we’re both kind of tired we wanted to get inside.”, he mumbled and even you had to laugh from this obvious, awful lie. 

“Booooo, if you wanna get her naked just say so.”, Jimin yelled and although you loved the guy, the way he was so blunt sometimes made you want to kill him. 

“Pffff, no?”, Jungkook’s face turned red again and before he could get into the entire conversation you just pushed him towards his room, laughing, praying he wouldn’t try and save the situation by lying some more. Jungkook grabbed two beers off the table as he walked past and winked to the guys on his way. 

“Night guuuuuys.”, you mumbled, putting your hand in Jungkook’s bum pocket to get the room key out and slid it into door quickly, getting inside before they could run after the two of you. 

“God you’re one terrible liar.”, you laughed as you closed the door behind the two of you and looked at Jungkook, holding up the beer bottles. 

“Maybe, but I’m an excellent thief.”, he laughed and handed you one after opening the bottle on the table in the room. 

“Did you really not want to drink with them?”, you asked after taking a sip and put your purse on a chair, taking his coat off and hanging it up neatly. 

“I don’t know, not really. What about you? If you want to we can totally go...”, he mumbled and pointed to the door and you chuckled, taking another sip as you watched him kick off his shoes. 

“To be honest, I really want to take a shower I feel so, so gross after all the drama today.”, you laughed and Jungkook nodded, opening his beer bottle. He seemed a little torn all of a sudden and just nodded smiling. He turned on his music box then and put on some music, the way he usually did as soon as he got home. 

With a sigh, you walked over and took the beer out of his hand, putting it on the nightstand next to yours and grabbed his hand to pull him up. 

“There’s no way we’re not drinking with them and then just going to chill in here. So what’s it going to be? Hallway party?”, you mumbled as you pulled him up and Jungkook rose an eyebrow. 

“Do you want me to show you what I meant with those abs?”, he said half joking but judging by your more than willing expression, Jungkook blushed a bit and almost got a little shy all of a sudden. There hadn’t been a lot of situations like this one in his life and certainly none that mattered as much as this one did. 

“I’d love to see what you meant.”, you mumbled, walking backwards a few steps into the bathroom as you unbuttoned your jeans slowly. Jungkook swallowed hard as he watched you, his head spinning and thoughts running, and all of a sudden it felt like his brain was turning on autopilot. He ran his fingers through his hair to get a good view of you walking into the bathroom and turning on the massive shower. He licked his lips nervously as he watched you, leaning in the door frame as he watched the hot steam fill up the entire bathroom, watching you peel your jeans off painfully slow while watching him. 

There was no way Jungkook was going to survive this and his breath started going faster as he watched you, taking in every movement. You stepped into the shower in his shirt and underwear that seemed to be matching the bralette you took off earlier and as he had trouble making out your silhouette in the fogged up shower, he saw both the wet shirt and panties hit the tiles outside the shower with a loud thud.

He took a deep breath. The thought of you naked in there alone made him feel way more excited than he was ready for in this state and clenching his jaw, he almost felt embarrassed for following up into the shower being clearly very aroused. Standing there for a while he debated on whether he was supposed to go in or not, wondering if it would be way too straight forward to follow up while being turned on the way he was at that moment and after his jeans started feeling a little too tight, he looked around worried, hoping for some sort of sign to calm his nerves. 

There was no doubt he wanted to join you in the shower, he was simply scared he was being too straight forward right now. All of a sudden, you wiped over the steamed up glass and looked at him through the shower wall, the outlines of your silhouette clear to see this time. 

“You coming?”, you mumbled and Jungkook had to swallow hard at the request, only able to nod as a reply. 

He grabbed his shirt on the back of his neck and pulled it off with one swift motion, leaving you breathless in the shower, wiping the glass one more time to see him properly as he undressed. Biting your lip you watched him unbuckle his belt and turning around, you stepped back under the hot shower to not shamelessly stare him down as he got undressed.

Feeling the hot water run over your body, you turned your head up to face the stream coming down, taking a deep breath as you felt a soft hand slide around your waist. Holding your breath for a moment you enjoyed the touch before opening your eyes, looking at Jungkook’s dark eyes looking down at you, his hair pushed back and some strands falling wet into his face, causing you to take a shaky breath. 

There hadn’t been many moments where Jungkook felt as nervous as he had right then and there. The closer he got the more of your body he was able to appreciate and as he stood there, right in front of you with his entire body on fire, it was hard to hold back. His hand around your waist, he was too hesitant to pull you close, too scared to give away how excited he felt. 

As he watched you closely, Jungkook held his breath as you placed both of your hands on his shoulders, slowly stroking down over his chest and stomach, trailing your fingertips back up slowly, leaving a trail of goosebumps and hot skin wherever your fingers had touched his skin. 

“Did you really work out for me?”, you broke the silence, sliding your hand over his chest one more time before looking up at him. With a short nod, Jungkook’s eyes stayed fixated on yours and as you stepped in against him, he took a deep breath, feeling embarrassed for being so exposed all of a sudden. Reaching around you he turned the water a little cooler because he felt like burning up under your touch. 

Bending in, you placed a few soft kisses on his neck and collarbones, leaving a trail of burning skin for him. Every kiss seemed to make his stomach tense up and with closed eyes and parted lips, Jungkook enjoyed your touch. 

Opening his eyes wide as you trailed your fingertips over the side of his hips he swallowed hard, looking down at you. That was the first time he felt the courage to look past your face, letting his gaze slide down over your chest pressed against his, he could feel his dick twitch hard against your skin. Closing his eyes embarrassed he tried to calm down and only opened his eyes as you chuckled at this reaction. 

Sliding your hand over his neck, you pulled him down into a kiss, deep and intimate. Kissing him with a longing you weren’t aware of before right now, you pushed your body against his more, burying your hands in his hair, tugging on it until he gasped into the kiss, almost forcing him to take action and not be so nervous. Jungkook clenched his jaw, sliding both his arms around your waist, scratching the skin on your back hesitantly before sliding his hand over the soft skin on your butt, squeezing it lightly as he pulled you in closer against his hips.

For a moment the thoughts started running wild in your head, thinking about how long it had taken to reach this point and realizing how far you’ve come in your relationship with each other. The thought of everything turning out as perfectly as it did, gave you a feeling of pride and pure happiness, rushing through your body right in this moment as he stood there with nothing separating the two of you. 

All the obstacles you had to overcome in order to have each other close like this,  finally sharing moments like this with each other, gave you goosebumps and as you grabbed his hair to pull him closer, you realized that there was no way the two of you would ever be just friends. You knew this was way more. 

“I love you, noona.” Jungkook had broken the heated kiss to speak while he was pressing you against the glass wall of the shower. His forehead was leaning on yours, his nose brushing over yours so soft you felt like you were about to just melt to the floor under his touch. Turning slowly under his touch, your body just molding against his, you looked up at his face. Unable to say anything you nodded, stroking your thumb over his lower lip soft, pulling on it gently. 

Sliding both arms around him, you kissed over his neck, up his jaw until you reached his lips, the kiss meaning way more than any of the other kisses ever could. “You too Jungkook. Really do.”, you mumbled softly against his lips and from the bright smile on his face you could tell that he must’ve heard it. 

Pressing his lips against yours hungry again, Jungkook slid his hands down both of your arms, interlocking your fingers before pinning them against the wall above your head. Something was telling you this was going to be one of the best nights you ever had.  

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Year of the Rabbit — Three: Hwajeon

Pairing — Jungkook x Reader, Hoseok x Yoongi, Taehyung x Jimin

Tags — best friend!Jungkook, non-idol au, flower shop au, gym au, florist!MC, gym owner!Jungkook, brother!Namjoon, friends to lovers, slow burn, mutual pining

Genre — fluff

Word Count — 2.6k

Summary — Blame it on the storm or the secret feelings or the snow-in, but one thing is for sure: a lot can happen to two best friends when they're confined to their stores overnight. 

Warnings — language

Part — 3 / 7

A/N — I anticipate this series being 7 parts if it continues at the current pace, so it will most likely be 2 parts longer than I originally thought! :)

Previous — Next

The flower shop is one of many that line the historic street in Seoul. You're occupying one of several dozen that connect via old brick and mortar. They're all small and quaint, snuggled together in your favorite part of the city. Due to the closeness, you know your neighbors well. When facing the front of the shop, there's a supermarket on the left and a small department store on the left. Both make last-minute ideal when you're running behind on errands.

What you'd forgotten is that all the shops connect through shared attic space. It's not easy to access, but the space above each store provides useful space for storage. You've seen Yoongi tinkering with the heating units and plumbing from time to time. Jungkook pulls the panel down from the ceiling, and a retractable ladder folds out. You immediately get the impression that has also done this quite a few times before.

"I'd forgotten we even had that," you murmur. "W—Why are we going up there?"

Jungkook turns back to you with a smile. "I have a hunch. You wanna go first or me?"

Glancing up at the ladder rising into the dark and cold, you shake your head. "You first."

Your best friend laughs at your hesitation and props one foot onto the last tier of the ladder. With assured movements, he pulls himself up until he disappears into the pitch-black. 

A hand extends from above. "C'mon. Grab my hand." Though still unsure, you slip one hand out from under your cocoon of warmth and take hold. "That's it," Jungkook prides. "I got you."

Moments later, you're up in the attic space with him. His cellphone is in his other hand, and he uses it to light the way. Around you are large, clunky pieces of equipment and hundreds of feet of plumping and wires. Some good they're doing now, with the power shut off.

Jungkook taps his ear while looking at you, as if telling you to listen. "Do you hear that?"

You do as he gestures, focusing on a soft hum in the distance. "What is t—that?"

Motioning to the other side of the crowded opening, the brunet says, "Your next-door neighbor is a supermarket. When the power shut off, I'd bet you a hundred-million won that a separate, backup generator kicked in. A lot of supermarkets have them nowadays."

Hope returns to your eyes as you realize what he's saying. "What, really? So they should have power!"

"Maybe not full power, but definitely should be warmer than your place," Jungkook agrees. He tightens his hand around yours and nods to the other side of the attic, where a similar floor-door is. "Let's go find out."

Jungkook descends through the supermarket attic entrance. His steps are careful as he enters the neighboring shop. It's as dark as your shop, but the air is warmer. 

"Looks like it opens up in some sort of utility closet," he says, looking around as you scuttle down the ladder. 

"It's warmer, though." You land cautiously on your feet.

Your companion walks towards the door, and you follow behind. As he opens it, a huge grin appears on both of your faces.

Though not as illuminated as it normally is, the supermarket is covered in a dim glow. A few of the overhead lights are casting a yellow glow on the open space, and there are emergency, neon blue lights that line every walkway, shelf, doorway, and register. Add to that the white light coming from several freezers, the magenta hues from the bakery display section, the evergreen flickers from the neon signs on the windows, and the scarlet lights of the Lunar New Year decorations at every corner of the store: the entire place looks like a carnival or rainbow colors.

"This is one of those rare times I'm totally fine with you being right."

Jungkook snickers and enters the neon-glow of the supermarket. "Doesn't look like anyone's here either." He tries the front door, seeing it's locked from the outside. "Your neighbor must've closed up early for the Lunar New Year." 

"Can't blame him," you whisper. 

He turns to you with a wide, bunny-like grin and announces, "I promised you dinner, didn't I?"

"Are you serious? Wouldn't that be stealing?"

He gives a flippant wave of his hand. "I'll leave money and a tip for the trouble, don't worry. What's the alternative? We're in a supermarket. The power's out. We have no way to get home, and from the looks of it out there—." He gestures to the large windows that line the front of the store. The snow is only coming down heavier, measuring almost half a meter by now. "—we're going to be here at least for the night. So yeah, you're damn right I'm serious."

As if on cue, your stomach makes a gurgling growling sound. Jungkook cocks and eyebrow, and you offer a sheepish smile. "Maybe I am a little hungry. What're you in the mood to cook, Kook?"

"It's the Lunar New Year, and I'm not about to miss out on that. How does Tteokguk sound?" At your ecstatic nod, he skips over to you and tugs at the corners of your blanket hoodie. "Are you warm enough to go shopping with me?"

"Only if we make Hwajeon, too!"

"You and your sweets, I swear." 

"Promise?"

Jungkook places his hand over his heart, looking adorable despite his tone. "Cross my heart and hope to not burn down the supermarket."

You shrug. "Good enough for me. At least you're not my brother."

The brunet lets out a sound halfway between a groan and a sigh as he bounds away to retrieve a shopping cart from beyond the register. In his absence, you wander towards the baking section. At the end of the aisle, you spot exactly what you need. Edible flowers in all colors and varieties line the end-cap. You select several to your liking, admiring how they mirror the ones in your shop.

"Namjoon almost burnt down my gym," Jungkook says as he returns, finding you with half a dozen containers of edible flowers in your arms. "How do you even do that? There's nothing flammable!"

You place your findings in the cart, pulling the blanket tighter around you after you finish. "Hell if I know. Who can explain the god of destruction that is Kim Namjoon?"

"Where is he this year? Off exploring the world still?"

You nod, replying, "Yep. He's traveling with Seokjin still. Those two will be bachelors forever if they don't stop hopping from country to country, but they seem happiest with each other so..."

"You miss him?"

"Every day," you chuckle. "He's my brother. We fought like brats when we were younger, but he's pretty awesome now. Even if he did try to burn down your gym."

Your heart feels a little heavier at the thought of your brother. You were trying to not think about family over the Lunar New Year. With your parents still in Ilsan and your brother god knows where, you were alone in Seoul with only Elizabeth the 3rd and Jungkook to keep you company during constant work and school. Even your beloved co-workers were on vacation.

It's the first New Year you've spent by yourself. Well, mostly by yourself.

Seeing your mood shift and your eyes stare off, Jungkook walks up behind you and scoops you up into his arms. You let out a squeak of surprise but aren't able to make a response before he sets you down into the cart.

"You know the ingredients for Hwajeon?" he asks.

Shaking off those negative thoughts, you look at your best friend over your shoulder. Both of you are fully aware of what he's doing, but neither of you has a problem with it.

"Yep! Let's get flour while we're in baked goods. Then we'll need honey, salt, cinnamon powder, and sesame oil. You by chance know Tteokguk?"

Jungkook pushes the cart forward, allowing you to search the shelves from your seat in front of him. "You're lucky I helped my mom cook Tteokguk every New Year for almost fifteen years. It was my dish to make, so I have it memorized."

"Don't bore me, just steer me in the direction and tell me what to grab."

"You're awfully bossy," Jungkook murmurs.

Tossing a playful yet sharp glance at him, you turn towards the flour on the shelf. As you reach the glutinous rice variety, you ask, "What are Jimin and his boyfriend doing for the holiday, do you know?"

Jungkook gives a loud laugh as he pushes you along to the next item on your mental list. "Probably doing gross stuff on my sofa. Perks of living with your business partner and childhood friend are great. Jimin's awesome and he's always been like a brother to me. But holy shit, ever since he and Taehyung started dating, it's gotten awkward a few times. They have non-stop sex. Non. Stop. I hear it and..." He gives an involuntary shiver. "Let's just say I'd rather be stuck with you in a supermarket with only edible flowers to eat."

"Awww, how sweet. I'm honored."

"I'm serious!" he exclaims, eyes widening and hands moving with his words. "You call me the Gym Bunny, but they're the rabbits."

You turn and grab the salt that's to Jungkook's right, locking eyes with him in the process. "You jealous, Kookie?"

His throat moves as he swallows, something that doesn't slip past you. "Jealous? Why would I be jealous?"

You retreat back to your seat in the cart, placing the salt to your side. "Don't know. Just thought you might've wanted to spend the Lunar New Year with someone special."

"I am. I'm with you, aren't I?"

You lower your head and pull the heated blanket around so it hides your face. The last thing you need is for him to pick up on your blush or hidden feelings. "You know what I meant. It's been a few months since you broke things off with your ex. I would've thought by now you would've met someone else."

Your best friend takes the observation in stride, offering a response of, "Just haven't met anyone that great, to be honest. I broke things off with her because I wasn't feeling it anymore. I didn't love her, and I don't think she loved me either. We're way better off as friends."

A lump forms in your throat at his words. Is that how he sees you? A friend and never anything more? You're unsure if you're comforted by this thought or horrified.

"I guess that's fair." After grabbing the sesame oil from the shelf around the corner, you turn to Jungkook and ask, "Your turn. Show me what to get for Tteokguk."

Over the next twenty minutes, the pair makes the rounds through the supermarket. By the time you've gathered the ingredients for Tteokguk and Hwajeon—along with some soju and makgeolli that make every holiday meal better—you're both hungry and dying for something to eat. 

"We're gonna need a portable stove-top," you state as Jungkook adds banana milk to the cart with a greedy and childlike giggle. "The camping variety should work. Maybe we can plug it into the generator if we can find it?"

"There may be battery-powered ones, too," he says. "You go grab a couple of saucepans and cooking utensils. I'll get the stove. Meet back here in two?"

You nod, then lift your blanket-covered arms towards the brunet. "Up, up!"

Though he rolls his eyes, Jungkook leans down and scoops you up. Your arms wrap around his neck. His strength is effortless as he lifts you out of the cart and places you on the floor. The blanket catches on your toe, causing you to become off-balance. Jungkook reaches out and places his hands on your hips to ensure you don't fall. Your arms tighten around his neck.

"Whoa, you okay?" he asks.

You turn your gaze towards him, nose almost brushing against his in the process. You hadn't realized how close you both had gotten during the near-fall. Not that you're complaining. Your heart is hammering as his eyes search yours, that breathtaking brown that makes you want to melt.

God, you love his eyes.

Jungkook's lips tug upwards in a teasing expression. "Thanks, but that's not my best feature."

You shake your head a bit, not understanding what he's said. "What?"

"You said you love my eyes. I mean, they're great, but I think my personality is my best feature."

Your stomach sinks as you realize the accidental slip of the tongue. A wave of intense heat rises from your chest, up your neck, and covers your face. You break away from Jungkook and fix the blanket so it doesn't block your feet any longer.

"Fuck, I must be tired," you snigger. "I'm sorry, that was weird. Ignore me! I'll meet you in front of the bakery in two. That's the most open space." 

Without waiting for him to respond, you grab the cart. Not another moment goes by before you speed towards the kitchen equipment section. It's on the other side of the supermarket, but that gives time to hide with your proverbial tail between your legs.

Searching for a set of pans to use is the last thing on your mind when you arrive. Quickly finding a pair that will work, you grab the nearest set of bowls, chopsticks, and cooking tools. It takes much less than two minutes, and you use the rest of the time to recover from your blunder.

"'I love your eyes'? Really?" You rest your forehead against the edge of the shelf, letting it press against the cold metal. A groan slips past your lips. "My god, I'm such a fucking moron."

You've been trying to ignore these feelings for a while. They've been creeping in over the last year. But none have been more difficult to hide than when you first returned to Korea after a time abroad. Jungkook glued to your side the moment you returned, and you'd spent more time together over the extensive holiday season than ever before. You had convinced yourself it was a silly crush before you left. When you returned, you told yourself that it was just a relief to be back in the arms of your best friend.

But these feelings haven't left, and they're tired of being pushed to the side. One way or another, you have to face the truth. And if there ever was a time more perfect to do some self-reflection, the Lunar New Year is a perfect time.

You breathe a heavy sigh and close your eyes. Deep down, you know the truth is evident. It has been for months. There's no point in kidding yourself any longer.

You've fallen in love with your best friend. Slowly but surely, over years and years of friendship, in a way you never expected: Jeon Jungkook has stolen your heart.

"Shit," you curse, shaking your head to yourself as your eyes flutter back open.

There it is. There's the truth you've been running from. Out in the open for all parts of your being to see. The next question to ask is even more difficult to face, and you gnaw your lower lip at the thought of it.

What are you doing to do about it?

Taglist — @kookie-off-his-kookie​

[yeosangs-horizon]

Game On! Jungkook x Reader (Fluff) Part 1

Words: 2,316 Genre: Fluff A/N: Part 1 of probably 2! it’s something I had in mind when I was in the car and daydreaming about Jungkookie since he’s my bias wrecker ^-^ Hope you beans enjoy! 

You were ecstatic, you finally got your copy of Overwatch after months of trying to save up. You quickly turned on your PS4 and inserted the disc in it’s rightful slot. You heard the blaring theme song of the game welcoming you in. You’ve seen tutorials and so much gameplay of it, you didn’t need to practice in the practice range. You let out a sigh of relief as you grabbed the controller and queued for a quick 3v3 game. In the back of your mind, you wondered if you were ever going to meet any famous celebrities in game, perhaps a YouTuber or, a couple of Kpop idols who spent their free time playing the game as well. You smiled at the thought of it as the screen took you to the character menu. Before you even got the game, you already knew who you were set on maining, D.VA! You quickly snatched her before anybody else on your team could take her from you. After a couple minutes of the round, you felt the corner of your lips perk up in a smile as you smirked at the losing team. First game and you had won! “Now let’s test my skills in Quick Play, shall we?” you thought to yourself as you clicked on the ‘Quick Play’ tag to queue you in another game.

You decided that you were going to use your mic to communicate with your fellow teammates. You plugged your expensive headphones in and joined your team chat after skirmish was complete. You pressed a button and saw that there were a team of three with Korean characters in their names as well as yourself and another team of two with English names that you didn’t recognize. Just as you pressed off of the roster, you heard a bunch of voices starting to utilize the team chat.  “Oi, you’re not going to go Mcree again are you?” “Aigo, you know I main Mcree don’t worry I’ll make sure our team wins!” You froze up at the sound of their voices, could it be? “Taehyung no! Don’t be Torbjorn!” It was… you completely forgot to choose your main until you snapped back out of it. You did run into the trio of BTS that played Overwatch in their spare time. You had just heard the voices of Taehyung, Jungkook and Yoongi. You held back an excited squeal knowing that your mic was auto and your entire team could hear what you say or any bursts of excitement you have.

As the game started, you found yourself concentrating and enticed with the fighting. “Ah Jungkook stay with the team!” one of the voices had exclaimed through the other end. “That’s kind of impossible when you’re the one dying because your team left you, Tae...!” Jungkook battled back while respawning. You finally decided to speak up using the contents of the game. “Yah guys, we need to stick together if we want to win! We only have two minutes left before we lose and we still haven’t captured the damn point much less move the payload!” you exclaim.  “See, somebody cares about winning,” mocked Taehyung. You let out a small gasp as he actually paid attention to your warning. “I’ve never heard that voice, you’re on our team right?” Yoongi mumbled as he controlled Roadhog because you took his main who was also D.VA. “Uh yes! I’m (Y/N), I’m playing as D.VA--” you continued, trying not to stutter or make a fool out of yourself. “Listen to her Jungkook, you said you’d lead us to victory,” Taehyung mocked. “I’m sure I’m the one who will be doing that,” you bragged but regretting your words afterwords, you didn’t mean to make things so competitive. You raised your matrix shield as the rest of your team tried to push forward and finally capture the point. Right as the last ten seconds were approaching, the opposing team was nowhere to be found and your team captured the point quickly. “Nice job guys, now we just gotta push till the end!” you exclaimed while respawning and quickly flying over to where your team was. “(Y/N), you’re a pretty good D.VA” Yoongi offered a genuine compliment as the two hyungs snickered. “Yoongi actually complimenting someone, what a pleasant surprise,” Jungkook called out. You heard a friendly slap in the background and chuckled at their silly disputes.

As you used your in game mech to push the payload to the target as the timer flashed in orange “overtime”, you let out a yelp of relief as the screen flashed. ‘Round complete, winner!’ “Told you I carried the team,” bragged Jungkook. “Yah, it was (Y/N) what are you talking about?!” Yoongi exclaimed, trying to shove the credit towards you. You let out a small giggle and shrugged. “It was nothing, I’m glad I got a chance to play with you guys.” You felt a pang in your heart that you were about to part ways with three of your most favourite Kpop idols but you were lucky in the fact that you got to play with them in game and even talk to them as a normal human being without revealing that you were an ARMY. “(Y/N), um-- would you like to join our team for as long as you play?” you heard Jungkook’s voice break you from your daze. You felt your cheeks heat up as you were offered the request of your life. You were speechless for the first couple seconds but replied with a firm, “Yes of course!” You quickly accepted the invite and saw the three friend requests waiting for you on the app itself. You smiled to yourself as you accepted the three boys and continued to play.

Awhile after you and the boys started playing as a team, you decided that you were thirsty and stood up to grab water. “Guys, do you think it’s a good idea to add (Y/N) on Skype?” Jungkook asked, wanting to get closer to you but not ask while you were directly in the call because that would be somewhat rude. “Pfft, if you want to go for it Kook,” Yoongi smirked as he glanced at Taehyung who was also nodding. Oblivious, you went back to your gaming room and picked up your controller and donned on your headset once again. “What did I miss guys?” you asked, curious about if they had talked or not. “Jungkook wants to add you on Skype, if you have it,” Taehyung blurted out. “H-hey!” Jungkook stuttered as he was supposed to say it himself. You giggled to yourself, how adorable can your ultimate bias be? And wait, was he really asking for your Skype? This was a dream… that you never want to end. “Ah sure! My name on there is (Y/S/N), we can talk there if you’d like, instead of using team chat every time!” You saw from the corner on your eye on your phone that a notification from the app had appeared. You pushed your thumb print onto the ‘home button’ and quickly accepted.

After an hour or two of calling with the three boys, you heard another voice in the background who you can only assume to be Namjoon complaining that they’ve been too loud and need to go to bed. You checked the time and surely yeah, it was very late in South Korea. You laughed to yourself and hung up the call before they could protest and keep you there more. You tilted your head back and smiled, you couldn't fathom at the fact that you had just became friends with Jeon Jungkook, your ultimate bias, and of course Taehyung and Yoongi of course. You stood up, and gave your arms a good stretch before you felt your lips into a smile again.

You suddenly saw your phone lighting up again and a call from none other then Jungkook again. You froze and thought, ‘Did he call me by accident? He probably did, why would he want to talk to me?’ Nevertheless you quickly tapped the answer button swiftly. You were surprised and fell back on your couch when a video turned on. “(Y/N)!!!” Jungkook’s voice rung in your ears. You thought, ‘What’s the harm in spending more time if he wants to talk to me?’ “Hey Jungkook, what’s up?” you question. You swore your heart dropped when you saw his flawless face over the screen. You wanted at that moment to be in his arms but, that wasn’t how you should think. You shook your thoughts off as you smiled and proceeded to turn on your own video. You saw Jungkook’s eyes widen just as your screen had gone on. “(Y/N), wow, I didn’t expect you to be that-- gorgeous” he smiled as he looked away, trying to hide his small tint of blush. “Ah well, thank you!” you replied, your heart beating faster as you looked down in a smile.

“Oh uh-- why did you decide to call me again?” you asked, wondering about his motive. “Ah-- can’t I talk to you some more before I go to sleep? Today was so fun and you’re a great D.VA” he teased while showing off his cute smile. “You might wake up your hyungs though,” you giggled as you smiled up at him while laying on your couch. “Yeah well, it’s worth it,” he shrugged as he looked around the empty gaming room. “So (Y/N), you’re an ARMY too?” he asked while glancing up at the screen. You felt your cheeks heat up as you stared at his screen. “U-um yeah, how did you know?” you questioned, wondering if you had any outbursts you were unsure of. “Your poster--” he started off while pointing at the wall behind you. You slightly shifted your body down until the wall was out of sight. “Aha-- what are you talking about!” you joked around while trying to hide your embarrassment. “Awe (Y/N), I think it’s cute that you’re such an avid fan of us.” He cheekily smiled as you slid down your couch more.

“It’s not like you’re my bias or anything--” you mumbled hoping he wouldn’t hear your remarks. “What was that?” he leaned in closer, to try and hear your voice. “Nothing!” you exclaimed as you laughed it off, as you normally would with anything else. You swore in that moment he gave you a wink but you weren’t looking at the screen as you tried to recoil yourself back up. You heard a voice in the background yelling for the flustered boy. “You should probably go Kookie,” you remarked as he looked around frantically. He nodded and called back asking for a minute. “See you later today, (Y/N)?” he asked with the small smile that your heart skipped a beat for. You nodded, “See you later Kookie,”. You swore you saw him smile at the nickname you gave him. You put your phone down as you laid your head down on your couch.

Had you really just talked to Jeon Jungkook? Was that really him, and how did you capture his attention and have him want to talk to you? The thoughts were flustered around in your head as you remembered that you had an entire day to devote yourself to and you had other things that had to be accomplished other than playing Overwatch, now with your new group of friends.

You let time fly by as you did your daily routine, trying not to have Jungkook in your mind as often, but you still couldn't fathom the fact that you’re not practically friends with him. Later that night, you were just laying on your bed, hoping to eventually catch some good sleep until suddenly you heard a familiar ringing noise from your phone that you set on your nightstand. You grabbed the vibrating device and groggily pressed answer. Without reading the name, you answered how you normally would when a close friend calls you out of the blue. “Yo I was just going to catch some sleep, what do you need?” “Uh (Y/N)? Sorry if this is a bad time but--” Jungkook had started as you jolted your eyes open and shook your entire bed. “Oh Kookie hey! It’s fine, really! I’d be more than glad to talk to you!”

“Are you sure, I wouldn’t want to -- disturb your sleep,” he asked with concern, while trying to find the correct words. “Of course not,” you giggled while switching on your video as he turned his on as well. He was in one of the dance practice rooms, and he was sweating. You assumed he just finished his daily dance practice with the rest of Bangtan and had a break. You were just laying there in bed with your comfortable hoodie and a mess of hair everywhere. “(Y/N), you’re so cute like that,” he teased while smiling. You hid your face within your hair and hoodie even more. “Kookie please!” you exclaimed while giggling under your covers.

You set your phone on the side of your nightstand so your arms wouldn’t get tired. You felt your eyelids slowly drifting downwards but you didn’t think you’d fall asleep so fast. “Do you want to play Overwatch again once you’re well rested?” he asked while cocking his head to the side. “Yeah sure, that sounds fun,” you mumbled while fading in and out of consciousness. “Dance practice was harsh today, we finally did choreography to one of our newest songs and it was so graceful and challenging as well--” he continued on about his day. You found his voice very soothing as you saw your surroundings black out and your lips curve into a smile as you fell out of consciousness with Jungkook still on the other line.

[kandikorne]

BTS Maknae Line Reacting To You Being Pregnant

Jimin: 

You sat anxiously outside the practice room, your heart was in your stomach, as you checked your phone once more. They should be leaving soon, you thought bitterly. You had to tell him, but this negative thought plagued your subconscious making you fear his response. What if he leaves me? 

Though you knew that would never happen, your heart still ached while your mind was flooded with fear and guilt. The guilt of keeping this secret for a few weeks, the only person who knew was Namjoon, and he was the one making you tell Jimin saying: If you don’t I will. Honestly, at this point you should have just let Namjoon tell him, maybe it would be easier on you. 

The door swung open pulling you out of those thoughts, Namjoon and Taehyung left out the door first, both talking about the new music and Tae asking if he can rap. As they passed you Namjoon shot you a knowing look and a small smile, his way of wishing you luck. The others followed suit, Yoongi looked at you curiously ready to pull you into a conversation but Namjoon grabbed his arm, leading him away. Jimin had yet to leave the room, he was the last as always. 

A minute or two passed and he walked out, his eyes glued to his phone as you stood up, your movement making him look at you. “Y/n? What are you doing here?” 

“I came to see you,” your eyes were glued to the ground and not him, you were afraid to look at him. “Well that’s strange, why are you here? Don’t you have work, did something happen? Babe, is something wrong?” His voice quivered as you lifted your head, eyes locking with his.

“I-I… Baby. You and me…” 

“What?” He asked as a tear slipped down your cheek and he quickly wiped it away before pulling you into a hug. “We-we-I… I’m pregnant…” You stammered once more and he chuckled, kissing your cheek and just holding you close. 

“Well, they’ll most definitely have a good life, with the best parents.” He whispered into your ear before pulling away, a smile on his face as he took in your tear-streaked face, quickly wiping away your tears as he kissed you. 

Taehyung: 

“Hey Y/n-Babe?” Called Tae from the kitchen, looking at the dinner you had prepared. 

“Yeah doll?” You quickly dried your hands and walked in the kitchen to see him staring at the baby carrots, baby corn, and baby back ribs. “What’s wrong?” 

“There’s not enough for the guys…” He stated as he looked at the ribs, your fists were clenched, you had wanted to tell him through a cute simple dinner with the theme of baby. Plus, you scheduled this as a date for just the two of you, not you, him and six hungry boys. 

“I wasn’t told they would be joining us.” 

“Aheh, sorry babe, I just thought they would wanna join. Plus Jin had been talking about how much he missed seeing you.” 

Before you could even protest the front door opened and they all entered. “There’s not enough I’m sorry, Jin would you help me?” He nodded and walked with you to the kitchen, Namjoon following behind the two of you as Tae entertained the rest. 

“You seem upset,” chimed Joon as he inspected the meal on the table. 

“Stressed,” responded Jin as he took in your frazzled appearance. “And pregnant?” Asked Namjoon as you sat down a package of refrigerated steaks. 

“Yeah… I wanted to tell him tonight but-” you waved your hand at them earning sad smiles from them both. “Tae’s always been a bit too kind,” muttered Namjoon as he started out of the kitchen.

“Namjoon-? Don’t tell him please.”

“I’m not, I’m bringing him to you, and I think we will be leaving.” Jin nodded his head, smiling happily at you. 

“You guys can stay, it’s okay.” 

“Y/n,” started Jin as Namjoon left, “this is your moment, well mom-ent,” he cracked up at his own pun before pushing you into the dining room. “Go tell him, I’ll start cooking if you’re sure you want us to stay.” 

“Thank you Jin,” you whispered hugging him tightly before sitting down in the dining room. The lights were dimmed like you had planned, and Tae sat across from you. Your heart fluttered, he really was so handsome. He gave you a nervous smile before sipping on his water.  

“I’m sorry, please don’t be mad. I really just wanted-”

“Tae,” you reached across the table and grabbed his hand, smiling happily at him. “I’m not mad, we’re a family.” You emphasized before continuing, “I’m pregnant Taehyung. I prepared this meal hoping to emphasize the word baby.” His eyes widened as his jaw dropped. 

“I’m an idiot,” he breathed out. 

“Correction, my idiot.” 

“I-we are really having a baby?” You nodded and he stood up and started to jump happily and chanting ‘we’re having a baby!’ Alerting the other boys to enter the dining room to look at you both. 

“Congrats!” Yelled Hoseok, Jungkook high fived Tae, as Jimin and Yoongi kinda just stood there, their eyes focusing on your stomach. 

“Welcome to the family,” said Jimin as he walked over to you and placed his hand on your non-showing stomach. 

“Y/n, do you think we can have more? Do you think it’ll be quadruplets?” Asked Tae excitedly. “Oh God,” you murmured about that. “Let’s just have one kid at a time please.” 

If only that was the case, instead you were pregnant with three. 

Jungkook: 

“I’m sorry that you’re all here for this, and are going to have to hear the news,” I muttered loud enough for the seven males to hear. Jungkook had already burrowed his head in a pillow, he knew what you had to say was serious but he didn’t know what it was. 

You had been living with Bangtan in the dorms for about two years as you were Kook’s girlfriend, and sure you two got around, though it was difficult was six other males who just enter whenever they please. God, you couldn’t take a shower in this place without someone accidentally walking in on you. 

“So, I wanted to say this only to Kookie, but you all are family and word would get around regardless. So here it goes, I’m pregnant.” 

The room was initially quiet, filled with the air of shock until Tae blurted, “Pregnant?! How? How are you pregnant?”

“Tae,” started Hoseok on the opposite couch, a broad smile on his face as he talked, “You see when a mommy and daddy really love each other- OW! Yoongi, why’d you hit me.” 

“This is serious, they’re both very young and new to being parents, now is not the time for jokes. Look at them, they’re both freaking out. Y/n is shaking and Jungkook is, well, Jungshook. Congratulations though Y/n and Kook, I’m sure you’re child or children will be cute and talented, but please keep the child out of the dorms at night, some of us would like to sleep.” 

Jin stood up and placed his hand on your shoulders, “You corrupted our little Kookie. Jungkook I thought you were a virgin this whole time, you even told our staff you were. But woe was me to believe your lies, Y/n how many cookies did you tempt him with?”

“Jin-hyung, she didn’t have to tempt him with cookies, she tempted him with the milk as he is the cookie.” 

“You pervert!” Shouted Kookie finally coming to life to whack Jimin upside the head, making him fall off the couch in laughter. “Y/n, no offense but I’m really scared to be a dad, I’m going to be with you through every step of the way. But we’re so young and I know this is my fault but-”

Namjoon cut in, “neither of you are going into this alone. We’re family here, and family helps one another, so together we will raise the golden bunny or bunnies. Just don’t breed like rabbits.” 

“Thank you Namjoon,” you smiled sheepishly and he nodded as Jin still lectured you and Jungkook on the importance of safe sex.