#jungkookimagine

[jungkookstatts]

All Over Again

[Summary]: Paternity leave has its effects on Jungkook. After his first day back at work, he can't help but show you how much he doesn't want to go back.

[Theme]: Dad!Jk, CEO!Jk, Married Couple AU, Parent's AU

[Rating]: 18+ for sexual themes. Marking, kissing, nipple play, creampie, unprotected (wrap it up y'all), dom!JK, mentions of another pregnancy, talks of pregnancy and getting pregnant, etc.

[Word Count]: 4,274

[A/N]: This is a pure result of the urge my body suddenly gets to want a child right before my period smh. Anyway, felt cute, might delete later once I am sane.

It’s been a long ass day. Jungkook’s white button-up feels stapled to his skin, his pants folding uncomfortably with every step he makes as he exits his office. A long finger comes up to his neck, digging underneath his striped tie, wiggling it a little to loosen the chokehold it has around his neck. His other hand feels bound to his briefcase, which carries so much importance in his life but yet so much burden at the same time.

It’s his first day back at work after his baby boy was born. The briefcase he holds reminds him of the duty he has to his family — of his passion and his support for you and your baby. But it also reminds him of the time it has ripped away from spending with you. He clutches it with so much strength at the thought of you, pulling his car keys out of his pocket and pressing the unlock button so hard, that he thinks he almost might just break it.

With a deep breath, he takes off his tie and tosses it in the passenger seat along with his briefcase. He’s ready to go home. That picture of you, him, and your son that you insisted on framing and Jungkook bringing to work has been a constant reminder of what he has to look forward to at the end of the day. If only his paternity leave could have been longer. You and his son are all he’s been able to think about. How you were doing, if you needed his help, if Jaemun was being feisty, how the cute crinkle on his nose resembles yours to a T.

It’s late January, and the winter air is unforgiving. He wonders if you have the heat on high enough; if Jaemun had enough blankets, or if the tip of your nose was cold like how it always is in the winter months. He can imagine you holding him close, swaddling him as you sing to him delicately. The thought makes his whole body warm, even though the air is so cold that it feels like glass is cutting against his skin.

He’s convinced he will take more time off. He’s the CEO, after all. He could take months off and it not matter. He wants to be with you always — at all times of the day to hold you and be there for you like he should be. If only the world had been that easy to where passions didn’t have a price. He got lucky, his passion having a heavy penny attached to it. But he wonders where that passion took something more valuable away from him — time. He finds himself now strapped between the choice of time and passion, and he fights the fact that he cannot choose both.

The door to your home is welcoming to his eyes as he pulls up to it. It’s not big by any means. Just homey and enough for the three of you. Even with the snow covering almost every inch of it, the reminder of how warm it is on the inside makes his drive to enter it even greater. He does so with a shiver, coming up to your shared home with a stomp of his boots to shake off the snow just before he enters.

To his surprise, he’s met with hushed music coming from the kitchen as he puts his winter coat on the hook, places his briefcase on the wooden floor, and shimmies out of his shoes. He looks at his watch first, making sure it’s not Jaemun’s nap time, to which he finds out it is. The soft music makes sense now, and he smiles when he makes his way down the hallway to the source of the noise.

The rest of the house is dark except for the kitchen-living room area that you and your baby rest in. Jaemun is peacefully sleeping in his bassinet by the couch, cuddling his dinosaur blanket, while you are by the stove, stirring something.

You look over your shoulder at the sound of familiar footsteps, and your heart immediately softens at the sight of your husband in the doorframe. He smiles back tiredly, running his hand through his hair in an exhausted attempt to pull himself together before he makes his way over to you. He looks relieved, like he’s finally received what he’s wanted all day. You’re happy to see him, knowing all too well that that’s what you’ve been waiting for all day, too.

Big, warm hands slide around your waist, a heavy chin rests on your shoulder as he kisses your cheek softly. He takes a deep breath, breathing in your presence as he releases the tension from work off his shoulders. You tend to have an instant effect on him — he missed you so much.

“You’re stirring water?” he laughs as he stares at the pot of water on the stove, unboiled, as you stir it as if it is.

“I’m trying to get it to boil quicker,” you explain with a defeated sigh. “Doesn’t seem to be working. I feel like I’ve been standing here for 20 minutes.”

He hums from behind you, taking your stirring hand and stopping your motions. You’ve never been a big cooker, but he knows you’ve been trying lately. “Just let it be, love. It’ll get there.”

You do as he says, putting the ladle down on the countertop and turning around in his embrace. You wrap your arms around his neck, staring at the tall man who holds you close against him. You’re met with a tired Jungkook who rests his forehead against yours as you play with the hairs at the back of his head.

“How was work?” you ask gently.

He groans, wrapping his hands around your waist and holding you tighter against him. It causes you to rest your cheek on his shoulder, hugging him in full.

“That bad?” you chuckle.

Your husband just sighs against your neck. “It’s too early to go back, Y/n,” he candors.

You tuck a strand of hair that fell in front of his face behind his ear. “We’re ok, Kook,” you comfort. But he only shakes his head, making the tucked strand fall out of its place again.

“I’m not,” he says. “I want to be here with you. Spend time with Jaemun before he’s suddenly 25.”

You chuckle at that. It does feel like that sometimes. It’s been three months since your son was born, but it feels like it was just yesterday that you were holding him for the first time.

You can only hold his cheek in response, running your thumb slowly against his soft skin. You feel for him, you really do. He’s such a good father. It makes your heartstrings tug and twist and pull every time you see him with your little boy. It’s only a matter of time before you have to go back to work as well. The thought makes your stomach turn, and you can completely sympathize with your husband dreading going back to work and leaving you and Jaemun.

“Your water is boiling,” he breaks you out of your daze.

“Oh,” you turn around. You smile, knowing he was right before. “I’m making pasta if that sounds ok?”

Jungkook kisses your neck in response, a gentle thing that has your tummy flipping for a second.

“You could also probably wake up our son,” you check the time on the microwave. “He’s been a little sleepy today, so I let his nap go for a little longer than usual.”

You add the pasta in and turn the water down, moving over to the greens left on the cutting board. You start chopping until your husband’s lips move lower.

“Our son,” he whispers, kissing your collarbone. The statement makes him jittery. It feels unreal still, even after nine months of waiting, and another three of actually having your little family here with him. You’re his wife, the mother of his kid, and he loves you more than anything in the world. You gave him something he can never find an equivalent to giving back to you. You gave him your heart and a family, and there’s nothing that can replace or overcome what that means to him. His soul lives for yours; it’s overwhelming what you’ve done for him. It’s overwhelming how you make him feel.

He kisses your collarbone softly once again, his heart full. You tilt your head to the side for more, and he gives it to you, kissing up your neck with slow wet kisses.

“Kook,” you exhale gently. You feel him hum against the skin just under your ear. Large palms cup your waist, his body moving closer to yours, trapping your hips against the countertop. Your knife feels loose in your hand when he bites at your skin gently, his tongue brushing over the bite mark afterward.

He stirs something within you. Something that you’ve missed terribly for the past few months. It makes your thighs tremble as he gently caresses your skin under his fingertips.

“The baby—“ you begin, but Jungkook’s motions cut you off yet again when his fingers slowly slide down your front. He’s unsure, his hand hesitating over your skin as his breath stops momentarily in thought.

“Is this okay?” He asks you genuinely. You nearly fall to your knees, dropping your knife onto the board, when his fingers put pressure over your clothed mound. It’s subtle, and much more gentle than what you’re used to with him. You know he’s being cautious, but god did you miss him. “If it’s too much, I’ll pull away.”

You shake your head.

It’s been a long time since the two of you have gotten intimate. Childbirth wasn’t easy, and your doctor just recently gave you two the “ok” for sex. The first time you tried since then wasn’t like what you’re used to with your husband. It was slow and painful, ending with a lot of apologies, embarrassment, and frustration. It’s safe to say that you have to get used to sex all over again.

“No,” you lean against him. “J-Just be gentle. I’m still a little sore.”

“Ok,” he whispers against your neck, kissing it softly. “Just relax for me, baby. I’ll make it feel good, I promise.”

You nod, loosening your nervous shoulders as your husband takes control. He stops swiftly for a second, turning the stove on the lowest setting before looking over his shoulder at his son to ensure he’s still fast asleep. Once he sees that he is, he immediately returns to you.

“So good for me,” he says, slowly circling your clit over your sweats. His other hand squeezes your waist before it moves up, sliding under your shirt and trickling over your breast. You’re wearing a soft bra today—one without an underwire—which makes it easier for him to slide his fingers under.

You whimper when he softly massages your boob, his fingers playing with your nipples gently. Your body, especially your breasts, has become 10x more sensitive since birth. You can feel everything, and everything either hurts or feels really really good. Whenever your husband seems to hold them, you’re a whimpering mess, melting like putty in his arms as he plays with you.

“Sensitive,” Jungkook smiles. His fingers rub harder against you, and you subtly buck your hips against him. His lips graze against your skin, his hair tickling your collarbone as he assaults your neck over and over again. 

“You’re so cute when you’re pregnant,” he rasps against your cheek before planting a sweet kiss upon it. “Wanna see you like that all the time. So full of me — carrying our babies.”

“Jungkook, I—” you whine, grasping onto his wrist. You’re unsure what to do with yourself, wanting him to do so much to you, but not knowing where to start.

The man behind you takes his hand away from your mound, and he chuckles when you whine in protest. But his thumbs hook on your pants and underwear, slowly pulling them down.

“Relax, baby,” he asks again. “I told you, I’m gonna take care of you. Don’t worry.”

His hand slides around your waist again, smoothing over your skin until it’s sliding between your folds. The back of your hand comes up to your mouth as your other grips the countertop for support as he plays with you.

“So wet,” he moans, feeling the effect he’s had on you with his fingers. “This all for me? I’ve barely touched you yet.”

You nod, feeling completely at the mercy of the man behind you. His other hand plays with your nipple again, and you feel another wave of euphoria go straight to your pussy.

His fingers gather your slick generously, smoothing it over your clit before circling it gently. He plays infinities over it, making your knees go weak. It’s getting harder to stay quiet, especially when he pinches your nipple gently, making you gasp at the soreness and pleasure it causes.

“K-Kook,” you whine, but he only chuckles, quickening his motions on your clit as he presses further into you. You can feel his dick strained against his work pants, and the thought of him inside you again makes you feel so needy for him. “Want you,” you pant. “Please.”

“Patience,” he shushes you, kissing your neck surely. “I haven’t even made you cum yet.”

“Wanna cum with you,” you whine in protest.

“You will,” he promises.

You gasp as he switches his finger, his thumb trading places with his middle. It circles over you just the same, except this time, it’s joined by his middle finger slowly inserting itself between your folds.

“Oh,” you exhale, feeling weak when he pumps it in and out of you slowly.

He lets himself test your reactions, seeing if the insertion is too much — if it hurts or feels uncomfortable. It doesn’t seem to be, and he slowly lets his ring finger join with his middle, causing you to roll your eyes back slightly.

“So good for me, baby,” he encourages. “Does that feel good?”

“Yes,” you reply almost immediately.

He kisses your neck. His lips leave hot, wet marks all over your skin as he curls his fingers against your g-spot. His other hand quickly comes to your waist, stabilizing you as you whimper against the back of your hand, trying your best to keep quiet.

He circles his thumb faster, his fingers circling and brushing against your g-spot in tandem with his movements. You feel your orgasm looming over you, and with a certain pressure against your clit, you’re coming undone just as he said you would all over his fingers.

“There you are,” he coaxes you. You’re a whimpering mess, and he feels his dick twitch at the sight of you falling apart on his fingers. He helps you ride out your high, his fingers very gently brushing over your clit as you come down.

Once you're calmed down, you reach around you, playing with his belt loop as you rest your head on his shoulder and look up at him. He looks back down, hesitating again knowing what you want but unsure if it’s too much for you to handle yet.

“What,” he smiles teasingly with a kiss to your forehead.

“I want you,” you candor, looking at up him with pleading eyes.

He kisses your nose. “Are you sure? You said it hurt last time.”

You nod. “Please, Koo,” you beg him.

His chest rises, and he takes a deep breath before he nods, kissing you gently as he unbuckles his belt. He places it on the counter before unzipping himself and pulling his pants down. It springs up, pressing itself against your skin gently. But he takes himself in his hands, hesitantly letting it slide down over your folds. 

“Let me know if I’m hurting you, okay?” He says, lining himself up to you with a few strokes of his cock. God, was he nervous. The last time sex hurt really bad for you, and that was just a week ago. He wonders if the prep was enough; he hopes it was, he really doesn’t want to hurt you again.

You nod, holding onto the countertop again as his tip rubs against your entrance. Your coat his cock in such slickness, even you’re surprised at how much you leak onto him. You miss your husband. You need this bad, and so does he.

“Oh, and try to stay quiet, yeah?” He says with a push of his hips. The motion has him covering your mouth with his hand, shielding your moans quickly. “The baby is still sleeping.”

His dick slips past your folds so smoothly, it has you gasping for breath at how good it feels. It’s nothing like the last time. He’s gentler, but still so so big, he fills you up just right.

“Fuck,” he whispers against your neck once he sheathes himself fully inside of you. The man behind you stills, completely overwhelmed with the feeling of you. He, too feels like he’s had to relearn sex all over again. How to please you right now that your body has changed, how to make sure that you are comfortable with his pace and size. You two haven’t had sex like this in so long, he feels overwhelmed when you feel almost too good for him to control. A part of him is embarrassed by how quickly he thinks he’s going to last. 

“How are you still so tight, hm?” he asks with a firm grip on your hip. “Y-You okay?”

You can only nod, pushing your hips down against him. The motion forces him further into you, to which both of you grunt at the feeling.

Testingly, Jungkook pulls out slowly, before pushing back into you a little quicker than before. You coat him generously, creating a motion that makes it easy for him to repeat. 

He develops a pace, fucking you against the kitchen countertop with your juices leaking all over his cock and down your thighs. The stove is on and your baby still sleeps; there are uncut vegetables in front of you and your husband still wears his work shirt. But he fucks you as if none of that matters. As if his only priority is to make sure you feel good, to let yourself go as he fuck you deep and just how you like it. 

His hand comes off from your mouth and settles on your hip. His other hand wraps around your front, holding you impossibly close against his body.

You moan softly when he bends you over slightly against the countertop, the new angle making it hard for you to stay quiet. But you push your hips against him anyway, telling him without words to go deeper.

The action causes him to moan, following your request with a snap of his hips.

“You like it that much, hm?” He grunts, cock ramming into you. “Like it when I knock you up good?”

“Y-Yes!” You whisper. “I love it so much, Koo.”

“Y-yeah?” He leans over you. A tattooed hand cups over yours, palm embracing the back of your hand as he intertwines his fingers with yours. “Gonna let me do it again?”

“Mmhm,” you squeeze his fingers. “As many times as y-you want.”

“A-Ah,” he pants, mind going into a frenzy over your words. The fact that he is yours, that you are his. That only he can hear you say that. That only he can make you feel this good. That only he has the privilege of calling you his wife. It makes his heart warm and his cock twitch. 

“God, I’m going to ruin you if you say things like that, Y/n,” he warns. But you are relentless, leaning your head back on his shoulder, giving yourself to him further. 

“W-Want you to,” you whimper. “I love you.” 

Your legs shake, completely weak from your past orgasm and your new one forming at the pit of your stomach. His cock makes you feel so full, like you’re stretched to the max capacity as he fucks you good. You know he’s close when his dick twitches inside of you after your words, which only encourages you to gain some strength and begin fucking yourself back on his cock.

“Mm, fuck,” he grips your hips tightly. “M’ gonna cum.”

He quickly reaches around you again, drawing infinities over your clit with his middle finger. His eyes roll back as your cunt naturally tightens at the feeling. Your hips jolt and the knots in your tummy slowly start to unravel themselves onto his dick as you come undone. Just as he had promised, with a final twitch, he’s cumming inside of you with hot, thick ropes filling you up with whispered exhales of your name on his lips.

He lets the two of you catch your breath, his forehead resting on your shoulder before he’s pulling out, shared cum leaking down your thighs and onto the floor. Quickly, he grabs a paper towel from the roll next to the stove and cleans you up a little.

With gentle hands, he helps you back into your sweats before he helps himself into his boxers. He still lingers behind you when he reaches a hand around you and turns the stove on a higher setting once again. 

You turn around, wrapping your hands around his neck as you pull him in for a much-needed kiss. “I love you,” you whisper against him again. His hair falls onto your skin, dark locks intertangling with yours as his fingers come up to hold your face against his. Soft lips sear over yours, telling you things that simply cannot be put into words. 

“I love you, too,” he brushes his nose against yours. “Was that okay? I didn’t hurt you?”

You pause, looking up at his dilated pupils. He looks at you like you're his world; like he's given you his heart with the full intent of never receiving it back from you. You nod, kissing him softly again. 

“You should probably wake up your son now,” you poke his cheek.

Looking at the time on the microwave, he snaps out of his daze. “Oh fuck,” he says as his fingers leave your side. You watch him leave you with a chuckle, turning back to your pasta wondering how in the world you go so lucky to marry and mother a kid to this man. You’d truly give him anything he wanted. 

***

[Bonus]

With gentle hands, so big against his baby’s frame, he picks Jaemun up in his arms, holding him against his chest. His dinosaur blanket swaddles him softly, and Jungkook does his best to make sure he’s correctly supported and held despite the extra fabric over his small frame. 

Jaemun stirs, and Jungkook places a soft kiss on his tiny head before he gets the chance to freak out and cry. The baby seems to know exactly who is holding him, and he nearly falls back asleep at the familiarity of his father’s arms. But Jungkook bounces him against his chest softly, slowly waking him up for dinnertime.

He makes his way over to you, making unnecessary airplane noises, from what you assume is Jungkook pretending to be an airplane and his son the passenger.

“You know, babies can’t laugh until they’re about 4 months,” you shake your head with a laugh.

“False,” your husband comes behind you again. “I swear he’s laughed before.”

You chuckle, taking the pan off the stove and pouring the insides into a strainer. Just the noodles are left in the strainer now, and you realize that you haven’t thought past the part of boiling the noodles. You ignore that you have no idea what kind of pasta you’re making when Jungkook rests himself against the kitchen island. 

Jaemun catches sight of you, and his arm reaches for you in Jungkook’s hold. You come over, giving him a kiss on the forehead before kissing your husband.

“Were you serious?” your husband asks you suddenly. 

“About?” you raise your eyebrow. 

“You know,” he gulps, holding Jaemun a little tighter. He rests against Jungkook's shoulder, his eyes tempting to fall back asleep again. “More kids.” 

You raise both your eyebrows again, looking at him as if he was serious. His heart beats faster when he realizes what you’re thinking, quickly rephrasing himself. 

“N-Not now, of course,” he gulps. 

You turn around, opening the fridge for some milk for Jaemun as you listen to him. You take out a pot, take the cased breast milk from earlier, and pour it in, turning on the stove afterward. 

“I just mean, like, in the future,” he explains.

There’s a long pause as you wait for the pot to heat up enough. The man behind you is weak, and you don’t know if you want to be mean and give him the blunt answer, or soften the blow. Watching how he cradles your son makes you want to go with the first choice. 

“Don’t you worry Jeon,” you start, as you stir the contents in the pot. You can hear him gulp behind you. “I planned on giving you as many babies as you want. But at least wait until Jaemun is in pre-school or something. I don’t think I can handle two infants at once.” 

You hear little from him at your answer, leaving you smirking knowing full well that you put the man behind you in a frenzy imagining the future you just laid out for him.

***

[End. Do not copy. Original work of @jungkookstatts , 2023]

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[ jjk x reader au ]

Y/N knows she is just a trophy for her boyfriend, but she is still with him because she knows how hard it is to be a Kim.

But when the new guy, jungkook, flirts with her, she maybe have smiled back; starting the paradise and the warzone.

— Yeah, she maybe scream your name in games but at night she only screams mine.

Profiles

Prologue

[moonfairyland]

Fictional Men Vs. Boyfriend

The softness of her leggings, glass of wine, and romance novel made Y/N’s heart fill with an unexplainable feeling of happiness. She loved these types of days. The type of days where her focus remained only on herself. Everything was right and at peace. And most importantly, quiet. 

“Y/N!” Well, at least she got to read for an hour before her loud ass boyfriend decided to interrupt her Zen time. Of course he would interrupt her right when the characters would be having their first kiss. Come on, Y/N had to read 356 pages for this moment. Maybe if she ignored him, he’d go away. 

“Baby,” When did ignoring him ever work? Jungkook appeared at the doorway in his black sweatpants and white, oversized hoodie. Well, at least he’s cute. 

“Yes, Jungkook?” Y/N’s annoyed tone reached Jungkook’s ears. His eyebrows came together to form a frown on his face. 

“I just wanted to tell you that I’m heading to the gym. You okay, baby?” Damn it. Now Y/N feels like an asshole. Her cute boyfriend just wanted to let her know about his whereabouts. Him wearing his hoodie didn’t help her case. He looked so cuddly and warm. How could she feel annoyed with him? 

“Yeah, can you actually come here?” Y/N opened her arms in the air with a slight pout on her lips. 

“Did another one of your romance novels make you upset again?” Jungkook lightly chuckled as he walked up to his girlfriend and embraced her. Moving from her sitting position and with her arms around Jungkook’s neck, Y/N moved on to her knees to hug him better. With his neck over her shoulder, Jungkook’s hand moved from the small of her waist to land a loud slap on his girlfriend’s ass. 

“Jungkook! That fucking hurt, asshole!” Y/N moved her body away from his to keep him at arm's length. 

“Yeah, I’ll admit it. My hand was pretty heavy with that one.” Jungkook’s serious look and his hand soothing her injured ass made Y/N laugh. 

“You didn’t even let me answer the question. What if I had said yes? You just went for it, dude.” Y/N giggled in between her sentences causing Jungkook to smile at her and her obnoxious, pretty eyes. 

“Dude! Dude! I told you to stop calling me that, dude!” Jungkook’s fingers moved from her ass to the side of her waist where they dug in causing his girlfriend’s body to move out of control. Her laughter filled the entire room, and shamelessly, Jungkook’s heart. The dude loved being a simp for Y/N. 

“Stop, stop, my tummy hurts!” Y/N screeched as her boyfriend continued tickling the fuck out of her. 

“Say you’re going to stop calling me dude.” Y/N’s body tried to crouch into a ball rather to try to stop Jungkook or ease the ache in her tummy. 

“Okay, okay! I won’t call you that again!” Jungkook’s fingers stopped attacking his girlfriend’s sides before they clasped together at the small of her back. Y/N’s arms returned to their original position around Jungkook’s neck while she tried to calm herself down. 

“I love you.” Y/N spoke the words out loud while looking into his eyes and smiling like a lunatic. Jungkook’s chest filled with warmth and a feeling of belonging washed over him.

“Mhm. That’s right.” Jungkook teasingly nodded his head while Y/N let out another laugh. Man, she was in love with this guy. Since when did she laugh this much around men? 

“You’re an ass.” She barely got the words out through her giggles. Girl, get a grip! Damn! Jungkook giggled with her before his head leaned down to place a sweet kiss on her lips. Y/N could feel her body turn into putty in his arms and him smiling through the kiss. He pressed her closer to his body and deepened the kiss briefly before pulling away. 

“I’m really in love with you, Y/N.” The sparkle in his eyes confirmed his statement, and Y/N never believed anyone more in her life than at this moment. 

“Yeah, I don’t blame you.” Jungkook threw his head back as he let out a loud laugh. 

“Love the confidence! You’ve been listening to our music a lot again, huh?” Y/N grinned at him before landing a kiss on his cheek. 

“I always listen to your music, baby.” Jungkook’s heart grew in size. Last time he checked her Spotify’s On Repeat playlist, the top songs belonged to BTS. It made him feel good that the person he loved was his biggest fan. His hands moved to cup her face before landing another kiss to her soft lips. Their mouths moved gently with one another's, leaving the sound of their kisses to be the only noise in the room. Jungkook’s hand moved from her jaw into her hair to pull her closer and deepen the kiss. Their mouths grew urgent with each kiss and their body grew warmer. 

“The gym, Jungkook.” Y/N sentence broke the kiss while Jungkook’s mouth moved to kiss down her neck. 

“I’ll skip today.” His hand wrapped around half her neck as he continued to lay wet kisses on her skin. 

“You can’t-” She gasped as he sucked on a particular part. 

“You’re meeting with your trainer. You canceled on her last time, Jungkook.” Y/N pushed at his shoulders putting distance between them and detaching Jungkook’s mouth from her neck. 

“I hate that you’re respectful.” Jungkook teased before licking his lips. 

“Yeah, yeah. You need to go! You’re going to be late.” 

“You just want me to leave so you can go back to your eroticas. Why read about it when you can have the real thing?” Jungkook chuckled as he moved across the room to grab his gym bag. 

“I like fictional men more.” Y/N teased as she followed him and wrapped her arms around him from the back. 

“Baby, it’s hard to compete with men that women created.” 

“Yeah, that’s why I settled for you.” Jungkook laughed at his girlfriend’s comment before turning around and making eye contact with her.

“And to think that I was about to go kill my arms at the gym for you.” Y/N snickered before laying a kiss on his lips that lasted a couple more seconds than it should have. 

“I’ll be back in like an hour and a half, okay? Don’t have too much fun with your fictional men.” Jungkook’s sweet voice filled Y/N’s ears as he laid another quick kiss on her mouth before he heard towards the door. 

“I’ll try not to.” Y/N called out to him.

“Yeah, yeah. Love you, baby.” 

“Love you too. Be careful! Text me when you get there, please.” Jungkook nodded before closing the door behind him. The door slammed shut and silence filled the room. Y/N walked back to her couch and picked up her novel before setting it down again. A different and greater form of happiness filled Y/N’s chest, except this time she knew exactly why or more like who was the reason behind it.

[stillwithkook7]

When your ex tries to ruin your date with him | him as your fiance - Jungkook (Oneshot)

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Tonight will be one of the best nights you'll ever enjoy. You are currently getting ready since your fiance - Jungkook who proposed to you a week ago is taking you out on a special date.

Time check : 7:50 pm A/N pov: You are now waiting outside of your apartment because Jungkook will be the one who will take you out on a date at 8:00.

Y/N pov: I'm excited right now for my special date with the love of my life, Jungkook tonight! (Jungkook's car finally appeared) "Kook! There you are, finally!!"

Jungkook pov: Now I'm taking out my soon-to-be wife, Y/N to a special date I prepared for just for her and for us only. I made sure that nothing will interrupt or ruin our special night together. Here, I finally saw her at last. "Y/N! Baby you look gorgeous, wow" She replied happily "Aww thanks koo! Also, thank you for taking me out on a date tonight" I smiled and said "Of course love, anything for my future wife!" We both giggled happily then I spoke up "I love you Y/N." She then replied back while blushing "I love you too Jungkook." I also smiled at her statement then I let her into my car and I drove us to the restaurant where I reserved a table just for the both of us.

Time skip - 8:05 pm (Both of you are already at the place) A/N pov: Right now, You and Jungkook are in the reserved table he reserved for the both of you at the restaurant. You two are telling your orders to the waiter for your food for tonight's date.

The waiter asked "Good evening Maam and Sir, what would you like to order from our menu?" Jungkook answered "Hmm, I'll take the best-seller steak. Oh and Y/N, what are you going to eat?" Jungkook asked you, you replied "Maybe I'll just take the tuna pesto pasta." The waiter spoke "Okay, noted. What would you like your beverages be?" You both craved for some wine especially tonight since it's a date so you both answered back "Wine please" The waiter then replied "Sure Maam and Sir. We'll get back to you and your orders will be brought to your table for about 10-15 minutes." You and Jungkook nodded at the waiter and the waiter left then.

Currently, the both of you are waiting for your orders and food to come then you broke the silence, "Um, Kook?" He replied "Yes baby? What is it?" You asked softly "Why do you took me on a date tonight? I thought you are going to have some important work to do?" He slightly smiled at your question, "Y/N, You are more important than anything else even it means it's my important work and stuff, but you are important to me always. And I'll forever treasure you. I'll do anything to make you happy, Y/N. Because I love you..." A smile appeared to your lips and said back to him, "I love you too!" 

Jungkook slightly stood up from his seat so he could take the opportunity to kiss you on your soft and cutie lips and you did the same too, You both are almost going to kiss but suddenly-

"Y/N! Oh my gosh, it's been a long time" Your ex. Your ex-boyfriend, Timothy who prioritized his work and career more than our relationship that led him to forget all about me and that one time, I finally decided to break up with him for good.

Jungkook knew he was your ex, Timothy was Jungkook's former friend. Now, Timothy went to you and Jungkook's table to "greet" you.

 Jungkook was frustrated that your ex and his former friend came to try and ruin your special night together only. And you knew that also. Timothy was now in front of your table and greeted you, "Hey Y/N! What's up? It's been years since we last met, ay?" I answered hesitantly "Oh.. yeah, been a long time Tim." while I looked at Jungkook back kind of irritated by your ex's "greetings" to you. Timothy also greeted Jungkook "Oh hi Jungkook... also a long time too bro" Jungkook replied back "Hi Timothy" Timothy then asked Jungkook "Oh bro, why do you look so annoyed? Did I tried to ruin something? Oh- wait, you two are on a date tonight? I can't believe Y/N is going on a date with this jerk." I was shocked by what Timothy called Jungkook- a jerk.

 You then tried answering him calmly "He is not a jerk, Timothy. Now if you could give me and Jungkook some privacy for tonight, please." Jungkook then replied back "Yes, she's right Tim. Please stop trying ruin my date with my fiancee."

Timothy then "proudly" answered back "Wow! Your Y/N's fiance, huh? Why the hell she would want to marry someone like you, idiot." Timothy came closer to Jungkook and almost punched him but luckily, I was there to stop him because I don't want anything to go further tonight. 

"Stop it, Timothy. I had enough. Yes, Jungkook will be my husband soon, he is the best man I had ever. I'll never replace him with anyone else especially you. Jungkook was always there when I needed him the most and even sacrificed his important stuff just for me, to support and love me and you couldn't even do that while we were still together back then. Now please Tim, stop and leave. I will not let you ruin my special night with the man whom I love. I love him, not you anymore and I don't want anything else from you, workaholic."

 I told him in one go and left Jungkook speechless while Timothy standing there still irritated and annoyed by the fact from what I've said to him. Timothy spoke before he left the restaurant, "You will regret this, Y/N. You will and I know it." He said and finally left you and Jungkook's table.

You checked on Jungkook and you already saw him staring at you, Jungkook finally walks towards you, cupped your cheeks, and his one hand caressing your waist while kissing in both of each other's longing lips. And that, of course, you kissed him back, with your hands wrapped around his neck, also caressing his nape until up to his fluffy hair. You two broke the long and passionate kiss due to lack of oxygen. You finally confessed...

"I love you, Jeon Jungkook." "I love you too, soon to be Jeon Y/N."

While, the server of your orders stood there watching both of you a far before he serves it to both of your table.

[droopycoquette]

Insecurities || Jungkook x Reader

Summary: you and Jungkook go out and you begin to feel insecure. Jungkook quickly does something about it.

Warnings: insecure!reader, making out, angst(if you squint), fluff

Word count: 1281 words

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You and Jungkook have been dating for a while and you loved him. You were still in school and he was so understanding. However, since people had been teasing and bullying you at school, making fun of your weight, you began to become more reserved around the bunny-toothed man. How? You began to shy away from food and started wearing baggier stuff. As you thought, you stared at the lake you and Jungkook were walking around.

Your gaze drifted to your intertwined hands, your lips slowly turning into a frown. You had and still loved when he picked you up, yet now you were so insecure that when he went to pick you up you would turn and politely say no. You missed how his arms would wrap around your waist, making you feel safe and protected. You missed how you felt like you were flying when he lifted you off the ground.

“Babe,” Jungkook called.

You snapped out of your trance and looked at him.

“Yes, Sorry,” you answered.

“Are you ok?”

He looked at you with hints of concern laced in with his graceful features.

“Yeah. Of course… Why,” you replied.

He smiled softly, “Well, you’ve been sighing a lot and your eyes say that you’re sad. Plus, you continue to look at our hands sadly, that is something you do when you're upset. Would you like to tell me about it?”

“I’m fine,” you lied.

Jungkook frowned but continued walking then his eyes suddenly lit up with mischief. He dropped your hand and walked in front of you, making you curious. Next, he knelt down in front of you with his arms ready to pick you up.

“Hop on babe,” he laughed.

Your heart began to triple its usual pace making you breathe faster. Why did he have to do this?

“Baby, I can walk by myself you know,” you said.

“I know but it’s funner this way,” he responded.

“Jungkook, really I’m ok,” you said, shying away from his offer.

Jungkook slowly got up from his spot on the ground. You hoped you didn’t anger him, you just wanted to continue your walk in peace. When your masculine boyfriend turned around you could tell your hopes of not angering him were for naught. His furrowed eyebrows and the way he bit the inside of his cheek informed you that he was quite unhappy.

“Babe,” he breathed. “Let’s go back to the car.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “But, we just got here and it’s such a beautiful day. Can’t we just continue our walk?”

“Don’t make me shout. Let’s go, now,” he growled.

You gulped but did as he said, scurrying back to the car and getting in.

You watched as he roughly got in, huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf. Come to think of it, that description fits him perfectly. He was the wolf and he was about to devour you.

You looked at your lap, occasionally glancing at how white his knuckles were from gripping the black leather steering wheel so hard.

“Jungkook, please I’m sorry,” you pleaded.

He ignored your every word, his eyes staying on the road in front of him. Because of the weight of the awkward atmosphere of the moment, you took the time to assess what the angered man next to you was wearing.

The white extra large t-shirt that hugged his body tightly, allowed you, if you looked hard enough, to see his muscles under the t-shirt. Those muscles made many girls drool. You felt like an idiot, this amazing person decided that he wanted to spend his limited free time with you and you couldn’t bring yourself to trust him. Your gaze shifted to his pants. The rips in his jeans made you stare at his milky skin, you refrained from grazing your fingers over his knees.

Before you knew it the car came to a full stop and you were home. You took a deep breath and opened your door, slowly getting out. The loud slam of your boyfriend’s car door made you rush to the door. You quickly stuck the copper key into the lock and turned it to the left. You felt Jungkook’s presence behind you making you shiver in fear.

You slid the door open and stepped inside, slipping your shoes and jacket off.

“The lake was beautiful, thank you for taking me,” you said timidly.

“Go to the bedroom, I’ll be in there shortly,” he grunted.

You sighed but nodded. You would have liked it if he asked a bit more nicely but you knew that if you were to tell him that at the moment it would only fuel the fire. You shuffled up to your shared room, as you walked up the stairs you allowed your fingers to brush the cream-colored wall till you sat down on the king mattress. The aura of the room allowed you to relax just a little. You shivered, remembering the reason why you were back home and not at the lake with your boyfriend. As you ran your hands over your arms to try and heat them you spotted a hoodie on the floor and got up to grab it, however, you made yourself sit back down when you heard footsteps closing in on the door.

Jungkook opened the door shirtless. His abs were on full display for you to stare at and you did, unashamed. His jeans were low on his hips allowing you to see his defined v-line. The urge to lick the defined veins on his arms came up but you pushed the urge down.

“Babe, what’s going on,” he asked.

“What,” you asked, refocusing on what he was saying.

“What is going on with you,” he repeated, slightly smirking.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you answered, lying.

He scowled at you and began pacing. He looked back at you and sighed.

“This is what I mean,” he said.

He walked over to you and cupped your face in his hand, pushing the rest of your body back onto the soft mattress. Once you were lying down, his right hand began to creep under your shirt making you shoot up and hug yourself.

Jungkook stood up, “That’s what I mean. You never to do that, and on top of that, you won’t tease me every chance you get and you won’t let me pick you up anymore. What’s going on baby and don’t tell me you’re fine.”

You stood up slowly.

“W-well I just decided that I-I would be more modest and…”

“Don’t you dare fucking lie to me,” he growled.

“Fine,” you sighed. “People at school have been… I-I mean I’ve been noticing..um…” you stuttered.

Jungkook took ahold of your shoulders and looked at you.

“Baby, please tell me, whatever is hurting this relationship, I want to get rid of it sooner rather than later.”

You nodded.

“I’m fat, there I said it, I’m fat. And I’m not the only one who noticed; people at school think so too. So, I thought that until I lose a little weight I would try to avoid eating and l…”

You couldn’t finish your sentence because Jungkook slammed you into the wall and began kissing your lips with his soft ones. He continued down to your stomach. He lifted your shirt, making you close your eyes and imagine what he was doing. He looked up at you and noticed you had closed your eyes.

“Baby,” you opened your eyes.

“Look at me,” he instructed.

You looked down at him and bit your lip, wanting nothing more than to close your eyes again.

Jungkook lifted your shirt again, his eyes never leaving yours, and kissed directly just above your belly button. His tongue swirled around the place he had kissed. He began to trace upwards with his tongue, continuing to kiss up until he got to your breast line.

He stood up and kissed you again.

“Baby, I love you. So, so much. I never want you to say your fat again. I don’t want you to hate the thing that I find so beautiful. Do you understand,” he breathed.

You nodded, not looking away.

“Good, now jump before I punish you for not trusting me.”

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[jungkookstatts]

Not in the Way You Think

[Summary]: You've been after your best friend for ages. But how are you supposed to know that he's after you too if he insists on being a bachelor until his dying breath?

[Theme]: ChildHoodFriendsToLovers!AU, NonIdol!AU, VirginReader!AU, BachelorJK!Au, Fuck-Boy JK, Virgin Reader

[Rating]: 18+, explicit content, dry humping, protected sex, fluff, somewhat angst, many many years of pining, making out, oral. Soft dom/Dom JK, sub Reader, virgin things, mention of alcohol and a pen

[Word Count]: 6,043

[A/N]: Hi. I've resurrected. For now. Enjoy! Also, if anyone knows what's going on with my materialist -- sos!!

[Materialist]

“Sorry, but there’s no fucking way,” your best friend scoffs against the lip of his dab pen. He was about to take a hit, but was abruptly stopped before you told him something completely unbelievable to his ears.

“Jungkook, I’m serious,” you whine.

God, this is so embarrassing. You fiddle with the rims of your hoodie's sleeve, examining it in shame. You can’t dare to look at the face of your best friend on the other side of the couch. His words already make you feel embarrassed enough, you can’t imagine what looking at his face would do.

“Y/n,” he starts again, that disbelieving smirk proving to adorn his features. “You’re 24 years old. What the fuck.”

“24-year-olds can be virgins, too, Jungkook,” you roll your eyes. “Not everyone strives to have over 30 bodies on their ‘fucked list’ by this age.”

You feel so embarrassed. Of all people, you thought your best friend wouldn’t shame you like this. It’s already embarrassing enough to be at this age and to not have tried anything sexual with anyone before. You’re inexperienced. You know that. But the conversation originally didn’t start this way. What was once a talk about which flavored soju was better than the other, turned into a ridiculing conversation about your lame sex life. The last thing you need is his bantering about how shocking it is to hear everything you haven’t done yet.

“57,” he corrects you with yet another smirk. This time, there’s a tease in his eye, obviously waiting for your reaction on his body count number. 

“Whatever,” you roll your eyes. “Forget it.” 

You try to grab the remote on the coffee table, but Jungkook takes it before you can. 

“Wait, now,” he laughs when you smack his arm. “I’m not done asking about this yet.” 

“Jungkook!” you whine. “I’m seriously so embarrassed. I don’t want to talk about it with you anymore.”

“Have you ever kissed anyone?!” He raises his pierced eyebrow. “What about Taehyung? And Soobin? Aren’t those guys your ex’s? You had to have done something with them, Y/n, c’mon.” 

“Yes!” you blush harshly. “Of course I’ve kissed people before. I’ve just never…done anything dirty with them.” 

“Not even like a hand job or anything?” he raises his other eyebrow.

“Jungkook, please stop reacting like that. You’re making me feel worse,” you tuck your hair behind your ear. 

It’s no news that Jungkook is not only your childhood best friend but he’s also been a notorious fuck-boy since about 5 years ago when the two of you moved to a different city to attend the same college. He has always told you that he was going to spend his university life being a bachelor, making it a goal of his to see how many girls he could get underneath him by the age of 25. He's gathered quite a lot. Except now, he’s more knowledgeable than you for once, and you’re not taking the news so well.

“Okay, I’m sorry,” he apologizes. But his words prove to be carried with no remorse. “Not even oral?” 

“Jungkook!” you kick his knee. “Seriously. I continued this conversation with you because I thought you’d be nicer about it. You’re obviously the experienced one here. But clearly, you’re not experienced enough to know that not everyone is constantly looking for which sexual activity to try on the next stranger.” 

You’ve been his #1 ear to all of his stories for years now, no matter how repetitive they can be…or how much they secretly punch you in the gut every time he tells you a new one.

The two of you couldn’t be more opposite. He’s sporty and social, you’re quiet and mellow. He’s into the music and business world, whereas you’re into radiology and all-things-hospital. He’d rather spend his free time partying and making himself feel good in any way that he can, whereas you’d spend your free time wrapped in a book or having coffee over a new podcast about aliens.

But no matter your differences, the grunge boy that you grew up with sitting on the opposite side of the couch, making fun of you and laughing at the sheer difference in how the two of you chose to live out your college years, will always be your best friend. He might remain a crush or even your first love, but nothing can change the fact that the two of you click like two peas in a pod. You couldn’t trade anything for that, even your secrets about what you feel for him. 

“Woah, hey,” he chuckles. “Sorry. I’m just–wow. It’s just shocking to me, I don’t know. Especially for you.” 

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” you scrunch your eyebrows together. 

“Well, I mean,” he laughs awkwardly, putting his pen on the table. “It’s no secret you were the girl every guy was trying to get into their bed all throughout college…and high school.” 

“Tch,” you shake your head. “As if, Kook. Don’t try to make up for ridiculing me about my sex life by covering it up with fake scenarios.”

“I’m serious, Y/n. Just as serious as you are about this,” he says. “You thought that Soobin, the university's #1 crush–a guy even more wanted than me–would agree to go out with you and date you if you weren’t the hottest chick in the school?” 

“Yeah, well, that was short-lived,” you scoff, remembering the events of your break up. “He didn’t really want me. Or well, he did, but not like how I thought.”

“This is why I’m shocked,” he explains further. “Literally every man that I knew talked about you. I don’t know how their efforts could have gone unnoticed by you. But I guess you were too in your head to notice. You had the hottest man in the school, but not even that was enough to even make you think about doing anything with him?” 

As much as that information flatters you, it doesn’t satisfy you at all. Truthfully, Jungkook could talk about any man in the world that might want you. But if that category doesn’t include him, the thought doesn’t arouse you at all. 

Your own brain can’t even wrap itself around why you were so hung up on him. Why would you possibly want a guy like Jungkook to want you. He’s careless and reckless. He doesn’t give things a second thought and pushes all your buttons at the worst times. He’s foolish and irresponsible – a walking stick screaming ‘bad news’.

But at the same time, he is oh-so gentle. He’s kind and sweet, considerate and respectful. His touch makes you jolt, and his voice relieves your headaches in an instant. You feel safe when he is there, and absolutely terrified when he is not. He’s strong and capable, but also sentimental at heart. 

You don’t think you could find anyone else like him in the world. No one like your Jungkook. 

No wonder your past relationships didn’t work out for you. Taehyung you broke up with out of frustration. It was with him that you realized that Jungkook was too in your head to be dating anyone fairly. And just when you thought you were over Jungkook being your ideal man, Soobin walked into your life. But since he broke up with you over your own inexperience, you haven’t been able to stop thinking about how maybe you waited too long. No one wants someone who has no idea what they’re doing in the bedroom at the age of 24. Most of society at this age is dating to marry. You’re still dating for the experience. 

“It’s not that I didn’t think about doing anything with him,” you respond. “I just–I don’t know. I couldn’t. It didn’t feel right. He wasn’t–I don’t know. We just weren’t a good match. The same goes for Taehyung and everyone else before him and Soobin.”

Your best friend is quiet for a moment, trying to wrap his head around everything that you’re saying.

“But it’s all irrelevant now,” you continue. “We’re graduated, and there’s nothing I can do about previous male efforts towards getting me in their sheets. It’s just–there’s something wrong with me.” 

“Clearly,” Jungkook agrees. “Sex is like–life. You truly don’t know until you try. Do you even masturbate?” 

“Jungkook,” you sigh quietly, as a disappointed palm presses against your forehead. “You weren’t supposed to agree to that.” 

“Well, do you?” 

“Of course, I masturbate.” 

“And that hasn’t persuaded you at all? Don’t you imagine what it would feel like to have something other than your fingers or some toy getting you off?” 

“That’s so graphic,” you scowl. 

“Well, do you?” 

You roll your eyes. 

“I do, don’t get me wrong,” you agree. “I don’t know. I guess I’m just too hung up on a scenario that’s not possible–at least not for me.”

“You’re pined after by millions, Y/n,” he sits up straight on the couch, his legs folding against the cushions to get a better look at you. “Any scenario is possible in your world. Especially related to sex. You could get any man that you wanted to if you just broke down a wall or two and went after them.” 

“That’s not–never mind,” you give up. You’re too embarrassed to admit anything. You also don’t really want to. Risking your friendship with Jungkook isn’t worth letting out a secret like this. You’d lose him forever, and you can’t risk that. “No one wants a 24-year-old virgin,” you begin again, trying to move on from your previous words. “Unless they’re a crazy perv, or one of those dudes who thinks that only ‘marriageable girls’ should be virgins until they tie the knot. And, well, those guys are just…weird.” 

Jungkook laughs at your words and a small smile forms on your lips from the sound of his laugh. 

“Y/n, what are you saying?” he exclaims amidst his laughter. “Look at you! You haven't lost a cent of your desirability in all the years I’ve known you. Any guy would want you.”

“But not you,” 

“Huh?” 

Fuck. 

Fuck fuck fuck. Why did you just say that?! 

The thought slipped past your lips without a second thought. There’s heat in your cheeks, and you can’t bear to look at Jungkook’s face. You might have fucked everything up now. Just over a thought you didn’t think twice about. Your brain must have been done suppressing it, but now you have to sit here and wait for the consequences of letting it all go. 

“Sorry,” you clear your throat. “C-Can you give me the remote? I’d like to drop this and finish this show.” 

“Nuh-uh,” he laughs in disbelief. His rough hand gently wraps around your wrist, forcing you to look at him again. “What did you just say?” 

“Jungkook, please,” you cry. There’s fear in your voice. You’re so scared of losing him, you can’t even think properly. All you want to do is pretend like nothing happened. Like this whole conversation didn’t happen and you were back to talking about flavored soju. The thought of losing your best friend floods your mind, and you beg him with your eyes to stop. But he’s unrelenting. 

Jungkook scoffs at the look in your eye, his grip loosening on your wrist before sliding it off completely. 

“Y/n, you are so oblivious, it actually gets on my nerves more than anything in this world sometimes,” he says. 

You feel your heart sink to your stomach. 

“I didn’t think I’d actually have to tell you this because I thought it was obvious how I feel about you,” he laughs to himself. “I don’t know how long you’ve noticed, or if you’ve even noticed at all, but I’ve had a crush on you since freshman year of high school, Y/n. And it’s only grown since then. So don’t think for a second that I wouldn’t want you.” 

Words fail to leave your lips. You’ve had so much shock and embarrassment during your time spent with him tonight. But nothing could have prepared you for this. 

“Jungkook, none of this is making sense,” you stop him. As much as your heart leaps at his confession, a part of you is still completely misunderstanding something. “You mean to tell me that you’ve had a crush on me for how long? And yet in the meantime, you’ve made it your mission to be with every woman on campus? How in the world do you expect me to think you had feelings for me when every Saturday morning you tell me about whose pussy you were up the night before? How was I supposed to know?”

There’s a bit of anger in your voice. All these years of getting your heart shattered over his countless stories about girls that weren’t you. About how he kissed Emily on Friday night and then fucked her best friend, Rachel, in the ass a few hours later. About how he went all the way home one weekend just to fuck your high school calculus teacher. Or about the countless times you’ve walked into your shared apartment with him, only to look down and see an extra pair of girly high-heels sitting by the door next to his shoes. Or the many pairs of unfamiliar panties you’ve found in the wash. Or the smell of strong perfume constantly stained on his side of the couch. 

“How in the world did I expect you to think I had feelings for you?” he reiterated your questions irritably. “Y/n, I asked you to be my date to prom! Hell, don’t even try to cut out the fact that we almost kissed when we graduated high school. I hung out with you every day after school in both high school and college. Fuck, half the reason I came to this university was to be by your side. We even have an apartment together!” 

“You’re my best friend, Jungkook!” you explain. 

“You don’t have to remind me,” he runs his hands through his hair in frustration. “I gave up trying to make us anything more than friends a while ago. Fuck, every time I lay with a girl it’s the biggest reminder of all that we’ll only be friends.” 

“Fuck you, Jungkook,” you cry. A tear falls down your cheek from his words. God, you’re so frustrated and angry and annoyed and so relieved. You don’t know which emotion to put first. “Fuck you. You shattered me into pieces. You call me oblivious when I’ve spent years loving you. But you’ve been too busy telling me about who you’re going to fuck next to notice." 

Jungkook breathes heavily, anger leaving his nostrils. His eyes are foreign to yours. You’ve never seen so much emotion in them at once. 

And then suddenly he’s on your side of the couch, hovering over you, holding your jaw in his big, tattooed palm. His lips sear against yours kissing you with passion you’ve never felt before. 

It’s second nature to hold his face in your hands. His ears slip between your middle and index finger; the cool metal of his earrings touches your skin gently. 

You moan into him when you glide your right hand into his locks, pressing him tighter against your body. Jungkook grunts at the feeling of your hand in his hair. Never in a million years did he think he'd feel you like this. No matter how many times he’s imagined it before, no matter how many times he’s pretended it was you instead of the stranger beneath him, the feeling of imagining you is nothing compared to the feeling of actually having you right there in his arms. 

You can feel him lay his weight heavier on you the more you kiss him. It prompts you to wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him tighter against your body. 

Jungkook’s lips detach from yours slowly, his thumb lightly pressing against your bottom lip as he pulls away. 

“I’m sorry,” he kisses you again slowly. It’s wet and soft, but you don’t mind. It’s him, and he feels right. “I guess we gave each other too many mixed signals.” 

You kiss him back, holding his chin between your index finger and thumb. 

“Are my signals clear now?” you ask him gently. 

“If you’re telling me that you want me…more than just friends,” he presses his nose against yours. “Then they’re clear as day.” 

You smile against his lips when he indulges on you again. Jungkook kisses you slowly and softly for another few minutes. It’s much different from the kissing you did a few minutes ago. This time, he’s gentle, and so are you. Your hands find purchase at the base of his scalp again, and you smile as he moans at the feeling. This is a whole new learning curve for you, and you’re finally going through lessons you’ve restricted yourself from accessing for a very long time. It feels so good. It feels amazing to have him in your arms like this. 

But still, somehow there’s something missing. There’s a pit in your stomach, a wetness in between your thighs that begs you to rub up against him. And so you do, but you’re stopped with a firm hand on your hip from the man above you. You suddenly feel embarrassed again. 

"Y/n,” he pants against your lips. He looks down at your conjoined hips. A part of him feels embarrassed at the sight–he doesn’t think he’s been more hard in his life. But he respects you more than to indulge in his own fantasy right now. “You’re still a virgin,” he reminds you. 

“I know,” you exhale. “But I want you, Kook. I want you to be the one to take it.” 

“Y/n,” he coos, swiping his thumb across your cheek. “I think you should think about it. I’m not the most romantic person in bed. I also don’t think I’m cut out to be your first. I don’t deserve you like that.” 

“Don’t say that Jungkook,” you scrunch your eyebrows together. “You say that as if I haven’t been imagining you in the same way that you imagine me. You say that as if I haven’t been waiting for 10 years to kiss you like this. I want you. I’ve wanted you for so long, and I think this moment is why I haven’t been able to indulge in sex with anyone else. I feel right with you.” 

You watch his eyes dart from your eyes to your lips. He’s lazy with his decision on which to focus on right now. His heart is so overwhelmed, he doesn't know which feature of yours to honor first. 

“What are you doing to me,” he laughs at himself. You smile back at him, and he swears nothing has ever been more right than how it is at this moment. 

“Will you take me, Jungkook?” you ask him again, much softer this time. It sounds strange coming from your mouth. You’ve never asked anyone to do that for you. The only person you’ve wanted, or have imagined, taking it away from you has been Jungkook. And here he is above you. 

“Fuck,” he whispers. Your words send all the blood straight to his cock, as if it didn’t have enough blood in it already. “If that’s what you want.” 

“It’s what I want,” you confirm with him. “I want you.” 

“God, I want you, too,” he says, kissing you passionately yet again. This time, he scoops you into his arms, sitting you up on his lap. You straddle him perfectly, your thighs hugging his, and your core pressed temptingly against his own. 

Jungkook moans at the feeling, his hands finding purchase on your hips before slowly grinding them against his own. 

Your hands fall from his jaw to his shoulder, the feeling of his clothed dick against your pussy is much more shocking than you thought it would be. Never in a million years did you think such a strange action would feel so good. 

“Kook,” you whine against his lips. 

He breathes lightly against yours, trying to keep his composure as you make yourself feel good on his thighs. 

“Can I touch you?” he asks gently. His hands remain on your hips until you nod, giving him permission to explore your body in whichever way he would like to first. 

He watches your face as he slides his hands up to your waist. His fingers make their way under your silk pajama shirt, causing you to jolt at the feeling of his skin against yours. It puts a desire in your heart that you’ve never felt before. You’ve never wanted to explore anyone else like this. 

“C-Can I touch you?” You ask him this time. 

Jungkook laughs a little at you asking for his permission. In a way, he’s not really used to that. He finds it endearing that even though he’s fucked a lot of girls in his lifetime, the fact doesn’t take away that he’s still worthy of asking something like that to you. The other part of him laughs as if he’d ever say no to you. 

“Please,” he gives you permission. 

With that, you look at the fabric of his shirt leaning against his collarbone. His typical black shirt covers just enough to make you curious. 

But your eyes move to your own hands, which are delicately mimicking his actions, except they start by pushing up his shirt from the bottom. Your fingertips feel his abs underneath them. They’re defined, and you hate to admit that they make you really nervous. 

Your eyes flick to his, and they read your mind like a book. 

With one motion, he takes his hands off your waist and pulls his shirt off, revealing all his glory to you in one quick second. 

You take a deep breath, and he chuckles a little. But his laughs stop the minute you touch him again. They slide up his abs, your fingertips feeling his honey skin underneath you. They slide to his arm, covered in ink. They’re a perfect representation of him, and you haven’t told him enough how much you love them. They’re passionate and edgy, handsome and strong, but gentle and honest all at the same time. 

You almost get lost in his ink when he slides his fingers further up your shirt. 

Your breath stops in your throat when he grazes his fingers on the underside of your boob. You’re not wearing a bra, and the fact only excites Jungkook more. 

But he wants to be patient with you, even though he knows that the two of you want this so badly. 

“Can I?” he asks again. 

“Yes,” you give him permission in a whisper. 

With that, he slides the silk fabric up and over your shoulder, his breath stopping in his throat when he sees you. 

“Fuck Y/n,” he breathes out. He looks to you for permission again to touch you, and you nod with a small smile on your face. 

Jungkook gently cups the underside of your breasts, his body leaning forward as he does so. His lips wrap around your nipple and you gasp when he twirls his tongue around your sensitive bud. 

The sensation prompts you to press your hips deeper against his, eliciting the sweetest sound from his throat. His black jeans frustrate him, the barrier is too thick between you and him. 

He sucks on you harder before popping off and transferring his torture to your other nipple. Your pussy feels like it’s almost gushing arousal from his mouth alone. A raspy moan leaves your mouth as he gently bites on your bud, prompting you to tug at his hair. 

“K-Kook,” you moan. “Please,” you beg. 

Jungkook pops off your nipple, his mouth trailing kisses up to your neck. His hands slide up your back, holding you close against his chest as he kisses and sucks on the sweetest parts of your neck. You know he’s learning you, and you’re 100% willing to let him continue. 

“I want you inside of me,” you pant against his ear. “Please, Kook. I want you.” 

Jungkook pulls away, resting his hands on your waist again. 

He looks at you with more seriousness now, although his lips are red and swollen and his skin is starting to shimmer with the slightest bit of sweat. 

“Are you sure?” He asks you again.

“Yes,” you hold his cheek. 

“Okay,” he smiles. 

With that, he stands up with you wrapped around his waist. You know where you’re going, and you giggle against his neck at the fact that this is reality. You’re in his arms, your skin against his, and he’s on his way to make you feel closer to him than you ever have before. This is the only man that you’d let do this to you, you’ve realized. And the relief that it is finally happening makes you giddy and so so happy on the inside. You can’t help but hold him closer. 

Jungkook gently lays you on his sheets. They smell like him, and you feel warm inside when he tops off the scent with himself hovering over you. 

“Have you…you know,” he gulps. “Used anything before?” 

“Like a dildo?” you clarify. 

“Yeah,” he kisses your neck again. He’s completely overwhelmed with you. He can’t stop kissing you, and he doesn't want to stop anytime soon. The urge to mark you as his own–to show every man that you belong to him–is so strong. He can’t help being so proud that this has finally happened. That you’re with him, and that this is the start of something new between the two of you. 

“Other than my fingers,” you sigh. “No, not really.” 

Suddenly, Jungkook stands up, uncomfortably fiddling with the zipper of his jeans. What you said made his dick hurt with arousal. His jeans are too tight on him now, and he wants to feel all of your skin against his. 

You watch him take off his jeans, feeling overwhelmed by the look of his cock springing free underneath his gray Calvin’s. 

“S-Sorry,” he apologizes for the change in pace. “They were getting tight.” 

“I can see why,” you exhale. 

You feel taken aback by Jungkook’s size. It’s still clothed by his boxers, and he already looks like he’s going to rip you open. No wonder he is in such high demand. 

“I’ll prep you,” he promises. “N’ go slow.” 

You watch him give himself a few pumps over his boxers, closing his eyes from the feeling of releasing a little bit of tension. He smiles when his eyes land on your face, your eyes completely fixated on his dick. 

“Something caught your eye?” he laughs at the expression on your face. 

“Shut up,” you smile. 

Your breath stills when he hooks his fingers around the rim of your pants, asking your eyes for permission before he continues. You allow him, and soon you’re left in just a pair of boy shorts with a huge stain soaking at your core. The sight has Jungkook immediately leaning himself on his elbows against the mattress to get a better look. 

“Fuck,” he whispers, sliding his hands on the underside of your thigh. He pushes your legs up, examining you for the first time. “You’re soaked, Y/n.” 

“S-Shut up,” you shy. “Do something already.” 

Jungkook laughs at your embarrassment, hooking his fingers underneath the waistband of your underwear and sliding it up and off your body. 

“As you wish,” he whispers against your core. You don’t even have time to react before his mouth gently envelopes your clit. He sucks on it as you squirm beneath him, the intensity of his pleasure feeling like it’s going to be a lot to handle. 

You slide your fingers into his hair when he plays at your entrance. It’s so wet, and he can’t control himself from sliding his finger in, knuckles deep, as you moan from his actions. 

Your responses only fuel his fire, causing him to lap you up even more, to slip another finger in and curl it up into your g-spot. He can feel you tense, and he knows you’re close. He wants you to get there, but you stop him before he has the chance to. 

“Want you, Kook,” you whine. “I wanna cum with you.” 

“You wanna cum with me?” he restated your statement as a question. 

You nod feverishly against his pillows, your eyes coming to lock with his. 

“I want you inside of me when you make me feel good,” you explain. “That’s how I want it.” 

Jungkook gulps. Fuck, if that wasn’t the hottest thing he’s ever heard. 

“If that’s how you want it,” he smiles. 

With a swift motion, he gets up to take off his boxers, his dick slapping against his abdomen as he does so. 

It's almost comical how quickly he reaches for a condom in his nightstand drawer, slipping it on while his eyes stay right on yours. They tell you he’s been longing for you for so long. That this moment was one that he always dreamt of, but never thought would become a reality. You can only hope that yours convey the same. 

Jungkook hovers over you again, his tip lining up with your entrance. 

“Are you sure you want this? I can stop right now if you want me to,” he asks you again. There’s a worry in his eyes, as if he doesn’t think he’s the right one to take this from you. 

“I want you, Koo. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life. Please take me,” you plea. 

You watch that man above you gulp before he kisses the tip of your nose. He rests his elbows on the sides of your head, trapping you underneath him. With a kiss, you feel the burn of being stretched suddenly flood your system. He pushes in slowly, your back arching into him as he struggles to find a normal breathing pace. 

It hurts, but he goes slow. He’s aware of your discomfort, and he wants you to say something before he continues. 

“S’ this okay?” he asks you. 

When you look down, you realize he’s only half way, and your head tilts back against sheets. He’s so big, you don’t know what to do with yourself. 

“Mmhm,” you grip his shoulders. “You can move, Kook.” 

Jungkook pulls out, and then goes back in quicker and deeper this time. The feeling causes you to dig your nails into the skin of his back, the pain and pleasure bringing you to a high you’ve never felt before. 

“Ahh- Y/n,” Jungkook moans on top of you. His head falls into the crook of your neck as he keeps a steady and slow pace. “You feel so good,” he pants against your skin. 

“F-Faster, Kook,” you beg, wrapping your legs around his waist. 

“Mm,” he hums, happily obliging to your request. 

Jungkook speeds up the pace, his hips slapping against yours lewdly. There's so much liquid shared between the two of you, but neither of you care. It feels too good to stop. 

“M’ feel good, baby?” He asks you, hovering his lips above yours. “This what you wanted?” 

“Y-Yes,” you cry, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach from the name he called you.

Jungkook suddenly takes your hips in his hands firmly. Sitting on the back of his heels, his body towers over you before ramming his hips into yours again. The action causes you to tilt your head back, feeling fuller than you were just a minute ago in this new position. 

“Yeah?” He licks his lips. His face looks demonic–like an actual sex demon is on top of you right now. “This is what you wanted, huh? You wanted to be fucked by this fat cock so bad, didn’t you, hm?” 

Jungkooks fingers grip your hips tighter, slamming them against his own even harder than he did before. You can feel him against your cervix, hitting your g-spot with every exit and entrance of his cock in your pussy. 

“Wanted you so bad, Koo,” you cry. 

You feel your toes start to curl, and a part of you feels scared that you might cum too quickly. You want this to last longer. 

“Yeah?” He bites his lip. Hearing you say that makes his head go fuzzy. The girl he’s wanted for so long, the girl he thought he could never have, is finally his. And he’s a part of something that is so special to you, he feels honored and overwhelmed all at the same time. “You gonna cum for me, baby? Gonna cum on my dick?” 

“K-Kook,” you whine. “S-Say you wanted me, too. S-Say–” 

“Fuck, Y/n, I wanted you so bad,” he grunts at the thought. He feels angry for the time he’s lost due to thinking one thing when it was actually the other. He could have been with you like this every night. He could have been loving you and holding your hand, and kissing you all day long had he just grown a pair and done it earlier. He should have kissed you at graduation all that time ago. Or maybe even earlier at prom. He’s wanted you all along. And thinking about how he felt when you got together with Taehyung and Soobin made him feel a jealousy he’s never felt before. He can only imagine what he’s done to you. The fact that he had someone new every night to talk to you about makes his heart hurt with the fact that telling you those things might have shattered your heart into dust just as you dating someone else did to his own. 

“I wanted you then, and I want you now, and I want you after,” he continues. “I don’t want to let you go ever again.” 

Your back arches from his words, your neck falling back from the pleasure and the pain all at once. 

“Koo,” you grab onto his wrist. “I think I’m gonna cum.” 

“Yeah?” He bites his lip again. His hair falls in front of his face as he watches your breasts move with his dick inside of you. “Cum for me baby, I’m not that far behind.” 

Jungkook falls on top of you again. But this time, he brings your legs up over his shoulders, pushing into you even further than before. You’re starting to think he has an endless cock. Every new position he puts you in, you feel another inch inside of you. 

You feel a white heat wash over you, and somehow you see stars as he continuously moves his dick in you harshly. 

“A-Ahh,” you hear him moan. “You’re so tight–m’ gonna cum,” he tells you against your ear. “S’ that–that alright?” 

He holds out until you let him, nodding into his cheek, too blissed out from your orgasm to form a worded response. 

His thrusts get sloppy after you give him permission. The last few of them are hard and deep before you feel his dick pulse inside of you. A stream of sweet moans and your name falls from his lips as he releases inside of you. Out of all the music in the world, this is the sweetest sound you’ve ever heard. 

After a few moments to catch a breath, he pulls out, not wanting any of his cum to leak out of the condom as he begins to soften from his post-sex glory. Jungkook kisses you gently, moving your hair off your sweaty face. He kisses your cheek and your forehead before tucking your hair behind your ear. 

“You okay?” he asks you gently. 

You laugh at his question. Hell, you were more than okay. Your best friend, first love, and current love, just took your virginity. Although you know you have a lot to experience in the sexual world, you whole-heartedly believe that it cannot get any better than this. 

“Yes, are you?” you ask him back. 

Jungkook laughs in the same way that you laughed at him. 

“Is it safe to say that you’re my girlfriend now?” he asks. 

“Only if the feeling is mutual.” 

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[End. Do not copy. Original work of @jungkookstatts, 2023 ]

[sincerelynamkook]

Hennessy

Synopsis: You didn’t think your one drunken mistake from 3 years ago involving your best friend’s younger brother would come back and flip your world upside down, but hey, life is funny that way right?  

Pairing: Latina Y/N x Jungkook 

Narrative: First Person Y/N

Side Ships: Hoseok x OC, Jin x OC  

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

Status: ongoing 

Updates: whenever I’m motivated to write...lol but hopefully every Thursday night

A/N: I’ve been meaning to write this for a minute. Not enough Latin x BTS AUs out here so I gotta feed my own fantasies 🤪. So far I have an outline consisting of 7 parts but tbh we’ll see what my brain comes up with lol. Send me an ask if you have questions/comments/ideas etc 🤧

Part I

Part II

Part III coming soon

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oooi gente, tudo bem? me desculpa pela demora. espero que gostem e se divirtam. qualquer coisa, minha ask ta aberta! um abraço! 🎭

REACTION — Você mais carente que o normal.

→ KIM NAMJOON:

Namjoon estava sentado no sofá, lendo o seu livro favorito quando você abriu a porta do seu apartamento. Ao vê-lo ali, toda a sua frustração causada pelo trabalho foram diminuídas.

Ele não tinha percebido sua chegada até você deixar suas coisas em cima da mesa e, praticamente, se jogar em cima dele em forma de um abraço apertado. E enchendo o rosto dele de beijos. Ele deixou escapar uma risada baixa com a sua atitude, normalmente você não agia assim. Mas ele tinha gostado.

— Boa noite pra voce também — Disse ele, em tom de brincadeira, enquanto fazia carinho pelo seu cabelo e aproveitando a sensação boa que era te ter perto.

→ KIM SEOKJIN:

Após sair do banho e se vestir, você foi até o quarto para procurar seu namorado, já que estava sentindo saudades. Ao chegar lá, o encontrou deitado na cama com a atenção voltada para o que passava na tv.

Você se aproximou da cama e se deitou do lado dele, aproximando seus corpos. Jin colocou um dos braços ao seu redor e levou a mão ao seu cabelo, te fazendo cafuné. Pode se ouvir uma risada baixa do garoto quando você disse que tava com saudades.

— A gente passou o dia todo juntos, amor. Como você ainda ta com saudades? — Ele disse, implicando com você.

— A gente quase não se viu essa semana, Jin... Ah, fica quieto e me abraça, ta?

→ MIN YOONGI:

Você tinha acabado de entrar no estúdio dele, foi levar um pouco de comida já que ele estava trabalhando desde de manhã. E esse era o motivo da sua inquietação o dia todo: estava sentindo falta de ter Yoongi por perto.

Então, no momento em que ele levantou para te agradecer pela comida, você o abraçou apertado. E beijava qualquer lugar que conseguia, do nariz ao pescoço. Yoongi soltou um sorriso, gostando do carinho e já imaginando o motivo.

— Desde quando você é carente assim? — Ele perguntou enquanto retribuia o abraço e te dando um selinho antes de voltar a trabalhar.

→ JUNG HOSEOK:

Hoseok tinha voltado para casa depois da turnê do BTS há duas semanas, mais ou menos. E, ainda sim, você sentia saudades sempre que ele tinha que sair de casa. Ainda mais quando ele passava o dia todo no estúdio de dança, como hoje. Então, você decidiu ir visita-lo.

Ao chegar lá e entrar na sala, você conseguia ver ele ensaiando o que parecia uma nova coreografia. Assistiu por alguns minutos até que ele percebeu sua presença, sorriu e caminhou em sua direção, perguntando o que você fazia ali.

— Não dá pra ficar esse tempo todo longe de você, Hobi!

— Parece que alguém ta mais carente que o normal, ein. — Ele respondeu, implicando com você.

— Vou terminar de ensinar os últimos passos e vamos pra casa fazer o que você quiser, prometo! — Hoseok disse antes de colocar a mão em seu rosto e te dar um selinho.

→ PARK JIMIN:

Jimin estava na sala, assistindo uma série qualquer que passava na tv. Seu foco estava totalmente no aparelho, até ele ouvir você o chamando.

Com isso, ele levantou e foi até o quarto, meio preocupado e perguntando o que você queria.

— Eu quero que você fique aqui comigo! — Você disse de maneira manhosa.

Ouvindo isso, Jimin abriu um sorriso ao falar que você tava mais carente que o normal, mas ele não achava isso uma coisa ruim.

Ele deitou perto de você, te abraçou e encheu seu rosto de beijos. Vocês ficaram assim pelo resto da noite, só aproveitando a companhia um do outro.

→ KIM TAEHYUNG:

Vocês estavam deitados no sofá, ele mexendo no celular concentrado e você tentando achar alguma coisa pra assistir na televisão. Ficou alguns minutos até perdeu a paciência com aquilo e bufou, irritada.

A única coisa que você realmente queria agora era um carinho do seu namorado. Por isso, você se aproximou dele até estarem abraçados e ignorou os pedidos, vindo dele, para você se afastar um pouco.

— Amor, eu to resolvendo umas coisas do trabalho, preciso me concentrar. — Não que ele não gostasse de ficar assim com você, longe disso. É só que ele precisava de ter total atenção no que fazia.

— Você ficou nele a tarde toda, é só um pouquinho, não vou te atrapalhar!

Ele riu com a sua carência repentina, se ajeitou embaixo de você e disse:

— Ta bom, acho que consigo fazer os dois.

→ JEON JUNGKOOK:

Fazia, mais ou menos, uma hora que Jungkook tinha dito que ia parar de jogar e, sem surpresas, ele ainda estava com os fones no ouvido e concertado na partida. Não que você não gostava que ele jogasse, o problema é ele tinha passado quase o dia inteiro naquilo, e você só queria um pouco de atenção. Ter passado o dia anterior todo com ele perto não era o suficiente.

Por isso, você entrou para o quarto de vocês e sentou no colo dele e o abraçou, sem avisar. O garoto tomou um leve susto mas retribui o abraço, te ajeitando em seu colo.

— Eu sabia que você não consegue ficar longe de mim, mas não sabia que era tanto assim. — Ele disse pra implicar com você, rindo em seguida. Você não disse nada pois sabia que, apesar da leve implicância, Jungkook se sentia da mesma forma com você.

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Fanfic: Side track: coming out Autora: LizzieD Capista: @anaharae

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The first slide is so funny to me 😂 𝐔𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐝𝐞 ‘𝐉𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐞𝟕’ 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝟏𝟎% 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 @godjinie.store 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 __ From: Slide 1: 2016 Idol Star (edited by jinnie eats on YouTube) Slide 2: Bon Voyage S4 Ep. 3 Slide 3 & 4:Run BTS Ep. 53 Follow @jinsalanghae 💜 ‼️𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞! 🌸 “Your presence can give happiness. I hope you remember that” - Jin ☆•* ☆•* ☆•* ☆•* ☆•* ♥ Personal @rachel_jin92 ♥ ♥ Backup @Jinsalanghae7 ♥ #jungkookbts #btsbonvoyage #btsseokjin #jeonjungkookbts #jungkookimagine #btsjungkookie #kimseokjinbts #jungkookmemes #jungkookedits #btsmeme #seokjinedit #jinbts #namjin #jinkook #bangtanbomb #kookjin #memebts #btstwitter #btsfunny #btsmemes #btsthreads #btstweets (at Gangwon-do, South Korea) https://www.instagram.com/p/CSCK2DMrKza/?utm_medium=tumblr

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Au Social Media 🏈

[ jjk x reader au ]

🖇 synopsis !

Y/N knows she is just a trophy for her boyfriend, but she is still with him because she knows how hard it is to be a Kim.

But when the new guy, jungkook, flirts with her, she maybe have smiled back; started the paradise and the warzone.

— Yeah, she maybe scream your name in the games but at night she only screams mine.

📲 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞!

✍︎ Genre: romance, angst, decisions, fluff.

⚠︎ Warnings: toxic couple, infidelity, +18.

☮︎ Fic type: social media au.

Masterlist

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ONE BEDROOM APARTMENT

Hoseok Imagine

A scoop of everyday life of a financially struggling couple with a baby. A bit of angst with a happy ending.

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The freezing weather of the night did no better to your state after finishing an 8 hr shift at a cafe. 

The constant ache in your legs after standing for so long, the chappy skin of your hands, which exhibited that they have not been pampered enough by a manicure, and the chaos swirling in your head after registering every nagging customer’s questions and complaints were more than enough to make you look even more worn out keep aside the stains on your clothes from your activities in the kitchen.

Some of the people from the crowd give you a pitied stare but most of them a disgusted one. Well, what do you expect from them, the so-called people from the rich neighborhood whose accessories were enough to make you feel poor then you already were. 

Ignoring all of these you still walked past them proudly knowing that this is what you had to do to pay your bills and bring bread to the table for your family. 

Whilst registering the summary of your day in your head a call made you step out of your thoughts, a call from the daycare. 

You glanced back at your wristwatch to know that it was already past 7 pm and you were still miles away from the daycare. 

Cursing yourself of how careless of a mother you could be you decided to quicken your pace and sprint towards the place. Within no time you have reached the daycare thanks to the run which now exhausted you even more. 

You quickly approached towards the door, to see just your kid your Seojun left for being picked up. The sight of him being left alone and playing all by himself babbling a few words broke you down always.

You were always the last one to pick him up. Sometimes you also heard a few mums gossip about how careless of a mom you were. But you always decided to ignore them knowing none of those accusations were true.

“You are late once again” the nanny called you out and the frustration visible on her face. She had given out a few warnings to you already before when you were late but you always apologized and asked for another chance.

Making sure to pay her every time you went past the daycare's time limit. 

"I am sorry, I took some extra work from co-workers to get a few extra money that’s when I lost the track of time" you constantly. 

You could see your reflection in the white reflective floor marble while giving off excuses, oh what apathetic site. This reflection even if it was blur sometimes made you question your life choices very clearly. 

Was getting married at this age a good decision when you were just starting your career. A person like you who had just started exploring the everyday struggles of the city was it good to leap off into whole family life. 

You never regretted your baby but were you capable enough of giving it a standard life. The day of you getting fired from your agency was still stuck in your head. 

But were they wrong, absolutely no who would hire a new recruitee who had barely spent a month in the office and got pregnant? They would have to think practically because they knew later you would ask for maternity leaves and all sorts of leaves for the baby. Instead of you, they could hire a new person. 

“It’s okay I get it, no mum would want to leave such a small baby behind. But please try to understand even I have to get back to my family so just be on time” she said with the most pitiest face but you were glad you at least got off the hook.

After thanking her you quickly picked up the diaper bag which had ‘Seojun’ written on it and went ahead to pick him up. Oh, how you would love to see the sight every second. Your kid reaching out to you happily kicking off the blanket. The drools and fist covered in saliva will be worried about later.

Soon you were on your usual route to your way back home with Seojun strapped around you, his bag, your purse covering you. If anyone ever wanted to look at a walking mess you were ready to present yourself. 

Back you were playing with him probably trying to fulfill your motherly heart’s demand of not spending enough time with your baby. You stood in front of the red light waiting to reach another side of it when a sight crossed your eyes. 

A mum with her baby all dolled up and the kid clearly in an expensive stroller. Ahh, how you wish you could spend the same amount of money on seojun and time too. 

You looked down at your baby who was about to fall asleep, “seoujun” you cooed at him and said, “Eomma is working hard okay for you, for Appa; just wait a bit longer I will prove it to you”. The straight eye contact with the pair of innocent eyes made your tone emotional rather than how it should have had turned out. 

Ahh, those eyes an inheritance from his father, Jung Hoseok. The only person because of which whom you were sustaining in life, because of whom you were lucky enough to call yourself a married woman and enjoys the joys of being married and the most important the father to your child. If it was for any other man you wouldn’t be so firm in front of all the hardships that life threw at you. 

At the apartment

You were sitting in front of the Tv watching a cooking show and simultaneously nursing your baby all the while observing his hand clench and unclench softly placed on your breast while he too stared at you lovingly, you chuckled at the site while the rattle of house keys made you look up. 

Hobi was back home but earlier than usual. you took the tired state of your husband tie all loosened up shirt crumpled from all the crowd in the metro. You sometimes felt grateful that at least you didn’t have to face the crowd after work. 

If it was for any other man you couldn’t imagine your life, probably fighting every day after work for working so much. 

But somehow hobi had all the patience in the world and always made sure you never went to bed angry at each other. The power that this man holds through his smile is incomparable, somehow also managed to wash away your worries.

"Hey how was your day?" you asked. soon as he sprawled over the couch his head leaning backward.

"Good but I missed you both," he said leaning ahead and resting his head on your shoulder. His eyes shifted between you and Seojun and you could feel his hot breath tickling the sides of your neck. 

All the while he told himself how lucky he got to have a family of his own. A family whom he could come back to after a stressful day at work. A baby whom he could teach and nurture along with you.

A strong woman, the mother to his kid, 'you' whom he could share the responsibilities of parenthood with and also could rely on when he had his tough times. 

Life was good even when the money coming in wasn’t the very best he was still satisfied. After a good peaceful moment, you could see Seojun falling asleep so you went ahead and put him to sleep. As you returned you could hear a sound of shuffling which was coming from Hobi  so to see what was going on you went ahead to take a peak but as soon as he heard you coming in his direction he covered it all up and stood there as if just a few seconds ago he wasn’t digging through his office bag. 

You were keen on knowing what he had been hiding but even before you could ask he dragged you along with him towards the dining table to have dinner. 

Soon you forgot to ask him about earlier and even he was relieved that you didn’t interrogate him further. You both had a peaceful dinner but made sure to ask about each other’s day and so on. You could hear faint cries of seojun so you decided to head towards him before you could begin doing the dishes but Hobi assured that he would take care of him. 

Therefore you proceeded with the task of doing the dishes. Amidst this, you went to check up on both of them but hobi had held Seojun in his arms while he faced the wall. Seriously what was this man doing? Sometimes he was just so easy to read and his actions too. But this time seems you can’t decipher what he was doing. 

As you were wiping your hands you felt tiny arms trying to reach out for your arm just to turn around to see the baby reaching out for you. You took him into your arms when Hobi handed him over to you. 

“I have something for you,” hobi said with a ray of hope and excitement gleaming in his eyes. What is he up to? He decided to make you follow him and hence you were standing in the middle of the living room with the most confused face but on another hand, your husband had the usually exciting aura around him. 

He came in front of you and looked straight into your eyes. “You ready babe,” he said one hand holding your while the other was hid behind his back. He made you close your eyes and guided one of your arms ahead while still holding it. You could sense some shuffling around you but you dared not open your eyes or else he would be mad for sure.

A cool piece of metal touched your wrist that’s when you decided you couldn’t hold it in anymore. As soon as you opened your eyes you could see that the once standing man was now on his knees and a diamond bracelet had adorned your wrist. 

It was indeed a delicate design and you loved it. You could see how proud he was of himself. The sight in front of you brought back so many memories that you could cry. 

The day when he proposed to you in the tiny dorm and made sure to marry you with a pompous event with nothing to spare. He held you when you had your first baby and held Seojun in another and constantly whispered of how lucky he was to have you. 

Even when you were sick when you had been fired he was there to share the sorrow and wipe your tears. He was yours forever, your hobi. “Do you love it?” he asked seeing your glossy eyes. “Of course I loved it hobi you bought it for me I would love anything that you gave me” your head now resting on his chest as he held you in his arms and also encircled joonie. 

“But hobi this is too expensive for us we can’t afford this. This bracelet seems real. How were you able to buy this? We can’t be spending so much you know right, we have loans to take care of” you asked now being practical. 

“Don’t worry about it, I have been saving up for this for a long time, umm kind of since we got married” you shocked face now on display. You did not have any clue he had been doing any sorts of savings. But most importantly why now why all of a sudden? 

“Y/n I still remember how I was not able to give you everything you wanted when we dated back then. How you always stared at every new item your friends had gotten from their partners. I felt a lot guilty. 

Guilty because I couldn’t even spare money to treat my girlfriend to a fancy dinner. But you never complained and always stayed happy with what you had, believe me, I wanted to give you everything I could but I failed.” You still remembered those days back then.

Both of your struggling days to find a life and settle down in this busy city when you found each other you decide to date. To be honest there was nothing to complain about. What would one want when you had a loving boyfriend standing firm beside you.

Not even the financial struggles could break you apart and never will. “I saw you crying in pain when you gave birth to joonie I felt as if had no contribution to the three of us just worked sluggishly for long hours and could only see you for a few hours. 

This is why id decides to buy this for you as soon as possible as a token of appreciation for whatever you have endured being with me. If it was for any other man you would have had-” before he could complete his sentence you placed a chaste kiss on his lips, consider it as a way to make him quiet or seal you overflowing emotions, I don’t know. "I would never be able to be this happy with anyone else Hobi  I don’t care how much we bring in at the end of the day but I am sure there would never be any less amount of love coming inside this house. I am sure of that. If it wasn’t for you I would never have joined. You know I love you a lot right? ” a confirming nod came as approval from him as you both smiled at each other.

 You were happy all three of you in a cocoon called a family, it might be a bit tight to fit in this one-bedroom apartment but you were glad that you were apart of this space. 

Every hardship of your and his life would be witnessed by this space and you were ready to fight every one of them with your husband by your side.