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jungkookienoona · 8 years ago

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Of Caramel And Body Shots (M)

Inspired by this moodboard by @belovedbias

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Summary:

Yours and Jungkook’s peculiar friendship had started a few months prior thanks to the summer heat, and when you step into the cafe clearing unhappy about something he takes it upon himself to distract you.

Genre: Fluff, comedy, smut, crackish

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Swearing, Sexual Situations, Fun Times, Teasing and Flirtatious!Kook

Word Count: 8151

(Italics = flashback)

A bell sounded as you opened the door to your favourite café, letting the workers know another customer had arrived. Many people had favourite cafes for a variety of reasons. This café was your favourite thanks to a certain barista and an incident that happened a few months prior.

It was absolutely boiling outside due to the summer heat. You honestly couldn’t stand it but thanks to the lack of air conditioning in your house, you had been forced outside or risk becoming a puddle on your sofa. You couldn’t even wear the baggy clothes you loved which left you with no option but to wear your only pair of shorts – a pair of short shorts – and a tank top with your hair up in a ponytail, thus exposing far more skin than you were used to.

With the heat of the sun beating down on you, you desperately sort something to cool yourself down and spotted a café advertising a variety of iced drinks, milkshakes and smoothies. You didn’t think twice as you opened the door and gave a relieved sigh as the cool breeze of the AC hit your overheated flesh. There was already a small queue waiting at the counter but you decided not to join it as you looked over the drinks on display. You couldn’t help the little bounce you did when you saw they did one of your favourites. So, without further ado, you joined the other people and waited for your turn to order.

It didn’t take too long for you to be in front of the counter. Though you didn’t mind the wait thanks to the constant flow of cool air. When it was finally your turn to order your breath caught in your throat at the sight of the barista who was serving.

Jesus Christ, why was a Greek God working as a barista? The guy looked good enough to be an idol! His hair was the colour of dark chocolate contrasting nicely with his tan skin. His eyes were such a deep brown they appeared to be bottomless. He had a jawline that looked so sharp you were scared it might cut anyone who touched it and a pair of plush lips. His ears were tastefully pierced with multiple in each ear but not too many.

He wore a white button-up short-sleeved shirt and a teal apron with the company logo on, his bottom half was hidden by the counter. He must have been about your age, fresh out of the education system.

“What can I get for you today?” He asked with a friendly smile adorning his features as he leant forward on the counter.

“Uh…” You hadn’t been expecting his voice to have such a smooth sound to it, causing a temporary diversion in your train of thought. “I-I-I’ll h-h-have a l-l-large c-c-caramel frappe p-p-please.”

You noticed his eyes quickly scan over your form as you stuttered your way through your order before quickly snapping back to your face with a smirk.

“Sure thing, Momjjang (Awesome bod).”

You felt warmth fill your cheeks and spread down your neck and knew the heat from outside wasn’t to blame. The blush only deepened as he turned around and walked to a back counter to prepare your drink. The counter in front of you was no longer blocking his lower half, giving you full view of his solid thighs that had the fabric of his black knee-length shorts struggling to contain them. Which in turn caused you to blurt out:

“Thanks, Kkulbeokjireul (Honey thighs).”

You honestly wished the ground would open up and swallow you as he chuckled at your outburst, shaking his head slightly as he poured ice, milk and some powder into a blender, then switched it on. A short while later the machine was turned off and he was squirting caramel sauce in a pattern on the insides of a see-through plastic cup.

“Would you like whipped cream on top?”

You didn’t have to think twice, “Of course!”

He chuckled once again as he poured the contents of the blender into the cup and put the lid on it, swiftly grabbing a bottle of pre-prepared cream and using it to top off your beverage by carefully placing the nozzle of the cream container through the hole in the lid. When that was done he grabbed a straw from the side and put it through the lid before turning and handing you your order.

“That’ll be 5300₩ then,” He held out his hand patiently waiting for you to give him the money, which you were thankful for because it took you a minute or two to fish the money of your purse. When you finally handed over the asked for amount he grinned at you, “Thank you, hope to see you around Momjjang.”

You were glad you had already turned away to walk out so he couldn’t see the redness return to your cheeks as you exited the small café.

And he did see you around. Thanks to the heat you visited every day to try and cool off, only to find yourself heating up because of the name he had assigned to you. You found yourself responding to the name with the one you had called him on your first visit. Eventually a couple weeks later you introduced yourselves to each other properly when it became apparent that you would be a regular to the café. His name was Jungkook. And though he had learnt your name he didn’t stop calling you ‘Momjjang’. On the contrary; he kept it up even when the weather cooled enough for you to once again slip back into your baggy clothing. And the sight of him in skinny jeans made him all the more worthy of his nickname.

“Ah! Momjjang! You’re later than usual today, I was just about to close up shop,” He beamed at you from his place behind the counter, cloth in hand obviously about to wipe down the work surfaces, “I take it you want the usual, Caramel Macchiato?”

You nodded with a sound of acknowledgement leaving your throat. It had been a long day with your ex bombarding your phone with messages. Your relationship with them had ended not long after New Years with the two of you naturally drifting apart thanks to the news that he would be moving. And months after his move he came to the sudden realisation that no girl there wanted to sleep with him. So that’s why he had decided to annoy you because he was ‘lonely’ and wanted you to ‘keep him company’. Little did he know your standards had gone way up thanks to Jungkook’s flirtatious mannerisms keeping other guys that weren’t him out of your thoughts.

“Okay, go sit down, I’ll bring it right to you when I’m done and you can leave the money on the table.”

You gave him a thankful smile and sat down at your usual spot, near to the counter but just out of the way of customers so you weren’t blocking them. It was your favourite spot, allowing you and Jungkook to comfortably converse without him having to leave his spot unless he was bringing customers their orders.

He took his time preparing your order, making sure it was exactly to your standards; not too bitter but not too sweet with the right balance of espresso and milk. You always enjoyed watching him work. Sure, he went quiet during those moments but it was a comfortable one that brought peace to your thoughts as he milled about behind the counter. Time seemed to fly by as you were soon broken from your trance by him placing your cup in front of you. He gave you a pat on the shoulder with a smirk before turning away and whipped out the cloth he had been holding earlier from his pocket. Grabbing a cleansing spray from its place on the counter, he got to work on wiping down the tables around you.

“So… dream of me last night?” He shot you a grin over his shoulder and a suggestive eyebrow wiggle.

You took a sip of your Macchiato before answering, “In fact I did.”

He let out a huff of amusement as he moved on to the next table.

“Care to share the details Momjjang?”

It was your turn to smirk as you admired how the thin black jumper he was wearing clung to his back muscles, your gaze travelling downwards. God his ass looked bitable in those jeans.

“You were a figure skater. You wore a bright purple outfit covered in sparkles.”

You heard him choke and laughed as he had a mini coughing fit.

“Bright purple? Sparkles?! Really Momjjang?” He gave you a small glare.

“In my defence, you looked good in it. In my dream, I was watching you on TV as you did all these awesome flips and spins. Though the cameraman seemed to like zooming in on your crotch-”

He momentarily paused to turn and look at you, casually leaning on the table with one arm.

“Naughty. Did you enjoy the view?”

You took another sip, “Well, it’s not like I’ve been staring at your crotch so I wouldn’t know what it would look like in skin tight pants. Nope. Instead, whenever it zoomed in, everything became anime style and things went back to normal when it zoomed out again.”

There was a momentary silence as he stared deadpan at you. Then he was shaking his head and cleaning the tables again.

“You’ve watched too much YOI.”

You chuckled and brought the mug to your lips, opting to take a sip of the caffeine concoction.

“Maybe so Kkulbeokjireul, maybe so.”

You heard him let out a small laugh, then nearly spat out your drink when he bent over the table in front of you, stretching to reach the other. You had to bite back a moan at the sight.

“I forgot that you’d enjoy this view more than a crotch shot.”

You threw your napkin at him, “Get back to work and let me drink in peace.”

With a thumbs up he moved on to the next table. Your eyes followed him around the room as he moved from table to table until eventually, he was wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his hand.

“Mind if I join you?” He asked pulling out the seat across from you. You nodded once, placing the cup down on the table. “Something- no someone, has you bothered. I can tell. Spill.”

Sighing you ran a hand through your hair, “It’s just my stupid ex is all. He keeps trying to convince me to sleep with him.”

He scratched his chin as his brows furrowed in thought with a long considering hum. Then he was clicking his fingers and grinning at you.

“Why don’t I pretend to be your boyfriend? You can take a selca with me and send it to him. Or you could give me your phone and I’ll send him a message.”

Your teeth once again catch your bottom lip but this time to suppress a smile. You were actually considering passing him your phone, fed up with your ex’s efforts and curious as to whether Jungkook was being serious about his offer. Taking your phone out of your pocket and passed it over to him.

“Knock yourself out.”

He accepted the offered device with a devious grin which was soon wiped off, “… Y/N… Why is your lock screen my ass?”

Your cheeks felt like they were burning with embarrassment. How could you forgot your lock screen was of him bending over to grab milk from the fridge?! Oh god, it was a huge mistake to take that picture in the first place.

“I’m so sorry! I don’t kn-”

He cut you off with a snicker, passing your phone back to you without even unlocking.

“Don’t worry Momjjang, I’m flattered. If I was allowed to use my phone during work hours I would do the same. Next time you want to take a picture like that, tell me so I can pose.” He stated, mirth evident in his tone, followed by a wink.

Your blush didn’t subside thanks to the thought of him purposely posing for you. It was getting harder and harder to tell if his flirting was in jest or utterly serious. If the redness in your cheeks was going to die down you would need to distract yourself. With that in mind, you cleared your throat.

“I thought you were going to send my ex a text.”

He scratched the back of his neck, “I was but then I saw the time. It’s late, you probably want to be heading home now.”

But you didn’t want to go home just yet. No, you wanted to spend more time with him.

You hummed in thought, “I don’t really feel like going home just yet… wanna join me for a couple drinks?”

He had just been getting out of his seat as you made the offer, causing him to trip and stumble. You had to stifle a cackle. Then he was whipping round to face you, face a picture of disbelief with a light dusting of pink coating his cheeks and the tips of his ears.

“Y-y-you w-w-want m-m-me t-t-to j-j-join you f-f-for a drink?”

You gave a nod, “Eung (yeah).”

He shifted from foot to foot like a schoolgirl confessing to her crush, “Uh sure… if that’s what you really want…”

You got up out of your seat with a smile, sliding your phone back into your pocket, “Don’t worry I’ll wait for you to finishing locking up first.”

You don’t know what happened, somehow your offer of going out for a few drinks turned into Jungkook convincing you to go to a club instead of a bar because ‘it’s less depressing’ in his words. And somehow a few drinks became a pitcher each. You took another swig from yours, having to hold up the vessel with both hands, trying not to spill it over your face and top because that would not be attractive at all. Jungkook chuckled beside you in the booth the two of you were huddled into, treating his pitcher as if it was just a beer tankard, lifting it easily with one hand. You could see his defined arm muscles through his jumper thanks to the action. You licked your lips. You really wanted to see exactly what was under that jumper of his, the treasures he kept hidden from your view. Maybe the glasses shouldn’t have been abandoned back at the bar…

“Kkulbeokjireul~” You drunkenly sang, “Have you ever heard of… body shots?”

He placed the pitcher back on the table and raised an eyebrow at you.

“Yeah…”

Boldy, you slipped your hand from it resting place on the table down onto his thigh, giving it a light squeeze.

“Could I do tequila shots off you?”

His eyes blew wide before a look of cocky arrogance adorned his features, “I like the sound of that. Why don’t you go up to the bar and get what you need and I’ll get myself ready.”

You could feel yourself buzzing with excitement as you staggered out of your seat and through the mass of sweaty bodies that blocked your path to the bar. Once you finally reached it you clung to it for dear life, trying to flag down the bartender. It took him a minute or two to notice you.

“Can I have 3 tequila shots please?!” You shouted over the music that was unexplainably louder the closer you got to the bar or dance floor. Luckily the booths were situated in a place where you didn’t have to shout to be heard.

Thankfully, the bartender was quick in preparing your shots as well as your lemon slices. He put it on a platter along with a small salt shaker. You swiftly paid the man and made your way back to your booth, albeit more carefully than your journey from it. You were carrying precious cargo after all. Precious cargo you nearly dropped when you saw Jungkook, shirtless and lounging across the top of the table, propped up on his elbow with a smirk. Holy SHIT HE WAS RIPPED!

“Jesus fucking Christ Kook! You could’ve warned me you’d be stripping. I think I’ve been shocked sober!”

He led fully on the table, hands coming up to rest behind his head, “Just admit you like what you see.”

You placed the platter on the table next to him and couldn’t help but eye him up and down, “I never said I didn’t”

That fucking smirk seemed permanently attached to his features. You just had to wipe it off his face. Your eyes travelled down from his chest to his jean clad thighs. That gave you an idea. Before you could stop yourself, you were undoing the button and zipper then pushing the material down past his thighs. You thanked all the deities you could think of that he was wearing boxer briefs under the tight material. Jungkook gave a surprised shout but made no move to stop you.

“What are you doing? Warn me next time you want to get into my pants!”

You only giggled in response, carefully balancing a shot glass on his belly button then held a lemon slice up to his mouth. Without needing an explanation, he took the slice between his lips. A grin appeared on your lips as you poured some salt onto the exposed skin of his thighs. He cocked a brow in question.

“I’m gonna lick the salt off your thighs, take the shot off your abs and suck the lemon slice while it’s in your mouth. And you’re not allowed to touch me while I’m doing this.”

He groaned in protest but it turned into a small moan when your tongue met his thigh, trailing upwards to collect the salt only stopping when you reached the hem of his underwear. You quickly crawled up his body, lips wrapping around the shot glass before tipping your head back. The alcohol burned your throat and the tequila tasted awful. You took the shot glass and placed it down then crawl further up him. Leaning down you bit into the lemon slice and sucked. When you were done you sat up on your knees. Jungkook removed a hand from behind his head and took the lemon slice out of his mouth.

“Fuck that was hot.”

You hummed in agreement, tongue sneaking out to sweep across your bottom lip. You shifted slightly to try and angle yourself in a way that would make it easy to climb off him, only half aware of how you ass was brushing against his crotch. You managed to dismount with some grace, feeling the effects of the tequila already. But you got to work setting up your next shot and Jungkook put a fresh lemon slice in his mouth. You decided to put the salt on his opposite thigh. And you were between his legs again, tongue sweeping up the firm muscular flesh but unlike last time you gave a light suck when you reached the hem. A deep groan came from him at the action and you felt heat pool low in your stomach. You climbed on top of him again, swiftly downing the shot and continuing your journey. You found yourself licking a stripe up his chest, tasting the sweat that had started to build there. Another groan from him and you pressed yourself against him as you sucked on the lemon between his lips. You were slightly surprised to feel a certain something poking at your behind when you sat back up. He grunted and you removed the lemon slice for him.

“This isn’t fair Momjjang. Why can’t I touch you?”

You trailed a finger teasingly up and down his chest, “Because we’re in public and I’m not into being arrested for public indecency… Unless it’s roleplay.”

“Fuck.” He groaned out and you swore you felt a twitch.

“Someone’s a little excited.” Your lips quirked upwards in a smirk. You weren’t normally like this, this had to be the tequila affecting you.

“More than a little, I thought shit like this would only happen in my dreams.” He growled out, eyebrows furrowed.

You climbed off him and set up the final shot, pouring salt onto both thighs not wanting either to be neglected. You placed a new lemon slice in his mouth and patted him on the cheek.

“Last one. You’ve done so well in behaving so far.”

You settled between his legs again, cheeks flushing at the sight of the hardness hidden from your view by just one layer of clothing. You hoped to God you weren’t about to be kicked out the club, or worse, arrested. Your tongue traced up the line of salt on one thigh, giving it a harsh suck when you were done, a faint mark already forming. And then you were doing the same to the other thigh except instead of a suck, you nipped at it and giggled at his muffled yelp. You scrambled on top of him, careful to not knock over the shot, making a show of wrapping your lips around it, only doing so when you knew he was watching you. Tipping your head back you swallowed the contents of the glass and cringe slightly at the taste. You wiped the side of your mouth before shuffling forward and leaning down to suck on the lemon. But just as you were about make contact with the lemon slice you heard the sound of a light thud. And instead of meeting the juicy flesh of the lemon, you met the plush flesh of a pair of lips. Jungkook’s lips.

Oh God oh God oh God. It was happening! Jungkook was kissing you! Once the shock wore off you went to pull away but then his fingers were weaving into your hair, pulling you closer him. One of his hands travelled down from your hair to firmly grip your ass, forcing you to mould to his form. A moan involuntarily slipped past your lips that he gladly returned as his hips bucked up, grinding his hardness against you. And then you were separating for breath with a gasp.

“You… you were… weren’t meant to… to touch me.”

“Fuck that shit.” He tried to pull you back down to him but a wolf whistle from a passer-by had him freezing, “Maybe we should take this back to yours.”

You nodded and climbed off him with unsteady legs. Jungkook hopped off the table then pulled up his jeans, not bothering to do them back up instead pulling his jumper over his head. You were put into a daze thanks to the slight of his muscles flexing as he yanked the material over his head and thread his arms through the sleeves. You were somewhat aware of a man with a camera who asked you for yours and Jungkook’s name. You mumbled out an answer then you were pulled out of your daze by Jungkook grabbing you by the wrist and leading you out of the hot club and into the cold night air.

You were amazed at how quick he was able to flag down a taxi, though you didn’t have long to be amazed before he was opening the door and ushering you inside. At his prompt, you were rattling off your address and when you were done he gripped your hair and pulled you into another kiss, his lips working eagerly against yours, so eagerly it was like you were an oasis and he was dying of thirst. You moaned and he brushed his tongue across the seam of your lips, asking for entrance which you gladly granted. His tongue glossed lightly over your own then retreated causing you to wrap your arms behind his neck, press your body to his, following the retreating appendage with you own. He tasted of citrus thanks to the lemons. You hadn’t realised he had moved you to straddled his lap until one of his hands was placed on your hips and made you grind down on him. You moaned in unison. His hips bucked upwards when you bit on his bottom lip. But then the taxi was stopping with the driver announcing you had arrived. Jungkook opened the door and you clambered out, embarrassed at once again doing something like that in public. Jungkook handed the driver the fare and followed you out. This time you were the one to take the lead, grabbing his hand leading him into your apartment building. Thank fuck you lived on the ground floor.

You dragged him from the main entrance and down the hall until you were outside your apartment door. You fished out your keys and unlocked the door and pulled him inside with you. You were about to try and kiss him but he placed his hands on your shoulders.

“Nuh-uh. I think it’s my turn to take shots off you. It’s only fair Momjjang.”

He gave you a playful grin and you caved, “I have vodka in the cabinet under the sink in the kitchen, salt is on the counter and I have lemon juice for pancakes in the fridge.”

He nodded, eyes practically shining with barely contained excitement, “You get that top off and lie somewhere flat and comfortable. I’ll be right back.”

You were lucky the kitchen was clearly visible from the living room. He moved past you and into the kitchen, you could hear him clunking about in there. You got to work clearing the coffee table, it was long enough to support your head and ass and low down enough that Jungkook could just kneel on the floor beside and lean down slightly. None of that crawling up and down that you had to do. You yanked your top up and over your head then got onto the table, making sure you were comfortable.

Jungkook walked back into the room juggling the items needed for his plan announcing, “You forgot to tell me if you had shot glasses and where you kept them, but obviously I found them.”

He stopped in front of you then knelt down, depositing his cargo onto the floor next to him.

“You’re going to have to take your bra off too. Oh! And just like you told me back at the club – No touching.”

You gave him a confused look but sat up and unclasped your bra, chucking the garment away. Did he just gulp? You mentally shrugged it off then led back down. He unscrewed the lids to the vodka and the lemon juice. He poured a shot and balanced it on your stomach then followed that by shooting you a mischievous grin. He picked up your salt shaker and poured some onto the nipple of the breast closest to him. Oh. And then his mouth was there, sucking the salt off the puckering nub and you gripped at the underside of the table in an effort not to thread your fingers into his hair. But it didn’t last long because soon he was off and leaning over your stomach to take the shot. You watched, mesmerised as his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. He placed the shot glass on the floor next to the vodka and picked up the lemon juice.

“This is going to be cold since you kept it in the fridge, so… sorry but it’s your own fault.”

And that was all the warning you got before the cold liquid was making contact with your other nipple, immediately puckering it. But then the cold was replaced by the heat of his mouth and you outright moaned, arching your back into his touch. Then he was gone. Again. That teasing fucker.

“Jungkook~” You whined.

He palmed himself slightly, “Shit, don’t say my name like that. Just two more shots okay? Just two more.”

You weren’t sure if he was reassuring himself or you.

“Then hurry the fuck up.”

He gave you a quick peck, “With pleasure.”

He poured another shot and placed it on your belly, sprinkling more salt onto the nipple that had been assigned for salt. His lips wrapped around the bud, tongue working over it. You mewled, grip tightening on the table. He released the bud from his lips and swiftly took his shot, spilling more lemon juice onto your ‘lemony’ nipple and gave it the same treatment as the other. God, why did he have to torture you like this? Just one shot. One more shot.

He must have been just as eager as you because he messily refilled the shot glass and split a bit on you in his rush to try and balance it. Hell, he nearly forgot to put salt on you before he latched on, sucking the salt off you in favour of licking.

“Jungkook!”

He broke away and took the shot as fast as he could then unceremoniously tipped the lemon juice onto you. This time when he sucked on the bud, he gently nipped at is. You couldn’t take it anymore and threaded your fingers into his hair.

“Fuck! That feels so good.” You moaned out wantonly.

He let go and you sat up.

“You’re such a fucking tease.”

He smirked, “I know. It was payback for what you did at the club.” He cocked a brow, “How about we get to the good stuff now?”

You had a light bulb moment when he mentioned the club. And the thought that came to mind had you grinning like a Cheshire cat.

“Kkulbeokjireul~ I have an idea, can we try it please?”

He pouted, “Fine, but only because you asked nicely.”

You got off the table and shuffled over to the shot necessities.

“Strip and get on the table like I had please.”

You didn’t have to ask twice. In a blink, he was up and tugging his jumper over his head. Once that was done, he kicked off his shoes and rid himself of jeans and underwear in one foul swoop thanks to him not doing up the jeans earlier. He got into position on the table and you placed a full shot glass on his stomach and poured the lemon juice up his abs. He gave you a questioning look as you moved to settle between his legs and you knew why. You hadn’t done the salt, nor had you brought it over with you. No, you had decided to use something else instead of salt. And your substitute was right in front of you. Beading at the top of his erect cock and dripping downwards. Precum. You could tell he was about to ask you what the fuck you were doing when you suddenly leant forward and licked a stripe from base to tip, wrapping your lips around the tip to give it a light suck. The action made him reach for your hair as he groaned in pleasure but you slapped his hands away. You broke away from it with a lewd ‘pop’ and moved on to the shot, it once again burned your throat but you ignored it, setting the now empty glass aside. Finally, you lapped at the lemon juice that seeped into the ridges of his defined muscles, trying to get as much as you possibly could as you travelled further up his body until your lips were ghosting over his jaw so you could whisper into his ear.

“If you want me, come get me.”

You were off like a shot, bolting out of the living room and down the small hallway to your bedroom because you’d be damned if you let him fuck you on the coffee table, couch or floor. Somehow while running you managed to chuck off your shoes and socks and shimmy out of your own jeans and panties. You could hear him following after you and made sure to leave your bedroom door wide open as you flung yourself onto your bed and turned to face the door. It didn’t take long for him to appear in the doorway, lightly panting with a playful smirk and a glint in his eyes.

“Looks like I got you now Momjjang.”

You returned his smirk with your own and spread your legs so he could see just how wet you were thanks to your drinking games.

“Then get your sweet ass over here and claim your prize.”

His eyes raked over your naked form, splayed out on the bed for him. He tried to bite back a groan but failed as he climbed onto the bed on top of you, briefly pausing to push your thighs apart to get a better view of your dripping core.

“Fuck you’re so wet for me.” He swept a finger through your lips and brought it to his mouth, sucking on it. He let out another groan, head tipping back, as he tasted you for the first time. “It must be true what they say. You are what you eat because you’re as sweet as those caramel drinks you love so much.”

You had grown impatient, you were pretty sure you were wet enough for him to slid into you with ease. As for stretching you first, honestly, in that moment, you couldn’t have given less of a shit. The man you had been fantasising about for months was in your room, on your bed with you. And with what he had done to you earlier. No no no. No more teasing. No more waiting. You wanted him now!

“I have condoms in my bedside table.”

He shuffled and stretched over you to open the draw, quickly finding a condom. He brought it to his mouth and bit it to hold it with his teeth, giving you a suggestive eyebrow wiggle.

“Care to do the honours then?” He asked, voice muffled thanks to having to keep his mouth shut so he wouldn’t drop the foil packet.

You held out your hand and he dropped the packet into it, “Good boy.”

Tearing open the packet you tried not to blush as you stared at his dick. Come on you had licked it earlier, that was way more up close and personal than touching it with your hand to put a condom on. With a steady breath, you pinched the tip and rolled the condom on to him. It was a little awkward because of your position beneath him but you did it.

He grabbed hold of your leg and hitched it over his hip to give him a better angle as he slowly eased into you. You hissed in discomfort but knew you had no one to blame but yourself. This is the price you paid for not taking your time to warm up beforehand. You were just thankful he was easing in inch by inch, pushing in slightly then pulling back out before pressing in further.

“Fuck- You’re so tight. So wet.” He groaned once he finally all in, head falling to your shoulder.

Your hands went to his ass, gripping it tightly as a sign for him not to move just yet. God, it was just firm as you had imagined. He lifted his head to look you in the eyes, concern and lust mixing in them.

“Shouldn’t have skipped foreplay. Let me know-”

You gritted your teeth, “I’ll be fine. Just give me a moment. Now shut up and kiss me.”

“Gladly” He muttered before swooping in to claim your lips with his own. He was quick to ask for entrance which you granted, your tongues dancing in a way that was more desperate than the one shared in the taxi.

He temporarily broke the kiss, a trail of saliva bridging the gap between your lips, so he could position your other leg over his shoulder. The change in position allowed him to slide in slightly deeper than before making you gasp which he took full advantage of by diving back down and reconnecting your lips. And then he was pulling out slightly only to push back in, a pleasure-pain mix shooting through you. You bit his lip in response to which he groaned in return, his body continuing to move against yours. Your sober self would surely hate you for this when morning arrived. He was slow at first, still conscious of the fact that you had been unprepared, he separated from your lips and his head came to rest by your own. His laboured breathing not as ragged as your own. But eventually, the pain faded, moans and mewls of pleasure slipping past your lips, letting him know it was okay for him to speed up his thrusts.

One particular thrust had you shouting out his name.

“My name sounds good when it’s coming from you Momjjang. Say it again.”

He angled his hips to hit that sweet spot inside you again.

“Jungkook!”

“Fuck Y/N! This is so much better than I imagined.”

Your hands released their hold on his ass to snake their way into his hair, feeling the need to hold him closer to you. To increase the friction between the two of you. His hips were still angled in a way that brought a new wave of pleasure with each thrust. Another utterance of his name which was rewarded with your own name falling from his lips like a prayer. A prayer that was cut off when he decided to litter your neck with nips, kisses and the occasional suck that was sure to leave marks. Your leg that was on his hip slid off, allowing you to find some purchase to meet his thrusts with your own small grinds, creating a delicious amount of friction on your clit. Your back arched and his hands grasped at your hips tight enough you wouldn’t be surprised if you found bruises there in the morning. A reminder of the previous night’s events for you. Instead of using his grip to keep you in place and preventing you from bucking up, he pulled you to meet his thrusts; using it to thrust into you harder and faster than before.

“I- I don’t think I’m going to last much longer.”

One of your hands left his hair to slip between your two moving bodies, to where you connected. You rubbed harsh hard circles over your clit, trying to bring about your own release quicker. Jungkook must have felt what you were doing because he lifted his head from its place on your shoulder, looking down to see what you were doing. Then he was throwing his head back.

“Oh shit that’s hot- oh fuck- oh fuck I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” He stilled and shot his load into the condom as a long low groan came from him.

Your fingers worked furiously over yourself, wanting to come so badly. You practically whined when he pulled out of you but it was cut off when he crawled down your body and slapped your hand away, lips wrapping around your clit to deliver a mix of small kitten licks, sucks and low hums. A mixture that brought you and tipped you over the edge with surprising ease. You came with a cry of his name but he didn’t relent, not until you were pushing him away from oversensitivity. He grinned at you as he wiped his mouth with the back of hand before sliding off the condom, chucking it in the bin in the corner of your room and climbing back up your body, falling beside you. He pulled you to him, nuzzling into your neck, and gave a happy sigh.

“Way better than my dreams.”

You awoke groggy and dazed, the… morning? light slipping through your curtains causing you to squint and try to shield your eyes from it. What even happened last night? Oh yeah! You went to the café and spent some time talking to Jungkook, he offered to fake being your boyfriend to get your ex off your back. And then you went out for drinks. But what happened after that? You reached for your phone, wanting to check the time, and felt a sharp pain in your core that shot up your back. You gritted your teeth and hissed at the sensation but couldn’t find your phone. Why wasn’t it on your bedside table?

Confused, you stumbled out of your bed only to once again hiss in pain but also realise you were stark naked. Strange. You didn’t normally sleep naked. How drunk were you last night? You made your way out of your room and down the hall, following the trail your discarded clothes made. Once you entered the living room you spotted your phone immediately, laying abandoned on the floor. Cautiously, you knelt down to pick up your phone. The screen came to life, showing you it was, in fact, mid-afternoon and that you had been tagged in something on facebook.

Unlocking the device, you tapped on the notification which immediately took you to a post… that was made by the club you remembered visiting. And there they were. Two pictures of you and Jungkook. In both Jungkook had his pants around his knees and his shirt off with a smiley sticker covering a certain part of his anatomy. In the first picture, you were taking a shot off his stomach. In the next, the two of you appeared to be caught up in a heated kiss.

Oh god. That’s right. Body shots. You did body shots off him then you were kissing then you were in a taxi and then… and then… oh god. You did that with him. But why wasn’t he still there? Was it just a one night stand to him? You fucking hoped not. The literal months of flirting couldn’t have only led up to a one night stand. You didn’t realise you had accidentally clicked the ‘share’ button while you were zoned out in thought.

With a frown, you waddled back to your room to get dressed. No way in hell were you going to let the previous night be it. Donning a pair of black sweats and an oversized hoodie along with sunglasses to dull the piercing light; you headed out to the café you loved so much hoping he would be there.

The bell sounded as you entered the eatery and joined the queue, your foot almost tapping the floor in impatience. Your ex had, once again, been blowing up your phone since you left your apartment. He had been demanding to know who ‘that fuckboi’ from the pictures was. Speaking of said ‘fuckboi’, you could see him. His hair was messy, peeking out from under the dark grey beanie he wore; under his apron, he wore a black button up shirt with its sleeves rolled up and you could just make out that he was wearing black sweats that were more form fitting than the ones you were wearing. You also noticed he was wearing his glasses for once. It appeared that they had two people working the counter that day as the co-owner, Hoseok, took the orders of customers while Jungkook made the orders. Eventually, it was your turn and Hoseok gave you a friendly smile.

“Hello Y/N, you look like death. Need a hangover cure? What would you-”

“Don’t worry hyung, I know what she wants,” Jungkook called, his back to the two of you as he got to work on the drink straight away.

So he wasn’t ignoring you or treating you differently… maybe he thought sleeping with you wouldn’t change anything. If that was what he thought then he was wrong. You snapped out of your daze when your name was called and you went to collect your signature beverage. Jungkook gave you a shy smile then gestured to what he had made.

“It’s on the house.”

You looked down and felt your eyes widen. There, written in caramel sauce, on top of the milk froth was ‘Will U B My GF?’ inside a heart. You slapped a hand over your mouth to contain your squeal.

“There wasn’t enough room for proper grammar… So… will you?”

You moved your hand away and looked back up at him, “Why did you leave?”

His cheeks tinted red as he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck.

“I had work. I didn’t want to wake you and figured you’d end up here anyway…” He trailed off, “So…?”

You bit your lip before answering, “Can I have one of the ‘Decorate your own cookie’ packs?”

He gave a small nod, grabbing a pack from under the counter and giving it to you. You took the pack and your drink and headed over to your regular table. You felt a little childish as you built a little menu fort around you to hide yourself as you worked on decorating the cookie. When you were happy with it, you called Jungkook over. It looked as if he was almost reluctant to head over to you; that was until he reached you and you presented your masterpiece to him. You watched as his own eyes blew wide.

“A cookie for my Kookie.”

He beamed at you. The cookie was decorated with a red heart made of icing with a pink outline along with ‘yes’ written in your best icing writing on the inside of the heart. He placed the cookie back on the table and leant down to place a delicate kiss on your lips. You heard something being torn up then felt something get sprinkled on you from above. You broke from the kiss only to break out in a fit of giggles when you spotted torn up pieces of lilac napkins on his beanie.

Hoseok was clapping in the background happily shouting, “It finally happened Yoongi! They finally kissed! I think they’re dating now!” to his fellow co-owner, who only gagged in response from his hidden position in the kitchen.

But the moment was ruined by your phone once again vibrating in your pocket. You pulled it out and unlocked it only to groan in annoyance. Another text from the ex and 2 facebook notifications. Jungkook frowned and pulled up a chair to sit beside you.

“What’s wrong Momjjang?”

You ran a hand through your hair, “It’s the ex again.”

His frown deepened, “What’s he saying?”

You blushed as you tried to think of a way to explain the situation.

“On facebook… I accidentally shared some pictures of us… they were rather… inappropriate. My ex saw them and is demanding to know who you are.”

Jungkook cracked a grin at your explanation, “Simple. Say I’m your boyfriend, it wouldn’t be a lie. Oh! And thank him for me. If he hadn’t of been annoying the heck out of you then last night wouldn’t have happened.”

You laughed and quickly typed the message and hit send. Jungkook snatched your phone out of your hands.

“And block so he can’t bother you anymore.” His grin grew and became mischievous, “Ooooh~ are these comments on the picture you shared?”

His grin was replaced with a blush of his own as he tapped on the notification and saw the pictures for himself. Your laugh almost sounded evil.

“Oh god! I had a stiffy!” His hand came up to cover his face in embarrassment.

You stole your phone back from him to see the comments on the pictures. Luckily there was only two, your friend and your mother. From your friend was ‘Please tell me you got to suck his dick.’ From your mother was ‘That’s a nice piece of arm candy you got there.’ You giggled when you saw Jungkook peek over your shoulder and his jaw dropped.

“Your mum called me arm candy!”

“Are you really that surprised Kkulbeokjireul?”

You smirked as you finally took a sip of your Caramel Macchiato. Your favourite coffee made by your favourite barista.

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this might sound a bit rude but why is haknyeon even still in the top 11? i have nothing against him but i dont particularly like him either. he's managed to stay up there for so long without really having a "story", any notable talents, any memorable moments, lots of screentime, or just anything besides being jeju boy. im confused??? are knetz noticing something we arent??? i know he had a bit of a story during right round but even that was short lol pls help

!!Warning: long (possibly boring) post!!

It’s okay, buddy~

In short: He’s top 11 because he’s popular and he’s popular because he’s likable and he’s likable partly because he’s cute. I think that he’s remained stable in popularity (despite the reasons you’ve given) because of the way his popularity formed and the cultural context and cognitive biases that helped form it.

I answered an ask about this here where I talked a little about how culture plays a big role in “visuals” being super popular. In this post I will be fully expanding on the points of the previous post. In the future, I will be linking any asks about this topic to this post so I do not become redundant.

Disclaimer: I’m personally indifferent about Haknyeon- I can see why people think he’s cute but I don’t think he’s ready to be in top 11. This analysis is not intended to condemn or dismiss people’s reasons for liking him, it is also not meant to be the only reasons why he’s popular- I am merely exploring the cognitive and cultural factors that may have facilitated his popularity.

Disclaimer #2: I am not a professional psychologist/researcher/etc. I am a 3rd year cognitive science, computer programming double major who has worked in labs that study cultural differences in social and developmental psychology. I’ve done my best to research and cite the articles that I use to support my observations but feel free to bring up any discrepancies.

First, the timing:

March 9, 2017 - Mnet first unveiled the contestants through the Pick Me stage on MCountdown.

That same day, Mnet had a “Meet the Producers” event where the trainees met with fans and gave them gifts. Here’s a Naver link to their behind the scenes footage of the event.

March 10, 2017 - PR videos started being released.

April 7, 2017 - The show officially started airing.

Haknyeon caught a lot of people’s attention for being very cute and smiley at the “meet the national producers” event. Right after the event lots of people posted fan pics of him and he had fan sites popping up left and right- take a look at the twitter activity for his name on 3/9. And then on March 10, his PR video came out and people thought it was really endearing that he talked about Jeju and being a farm boy so he gained more fans.

Remember that this all happened BEFORE the season started airing. The fans hadn’t seen his talents/skills (other than what was shown in the PR video) and we hadn’t really seen anyone else’s skills/talents either. There wasn’t much to go on other than his personality and his looks and we didn’t have any way of properly comparing him to other trainees yet.

“Visual” culture:

The industry itself counts “visuals” as a position in kpop groups and the country as a whole places importance on being the best “you” you can be (as seen in their many skincare/makeup lines, minor plastic surgery -like eyelid surgery- being the norm, and their tendency to criticize). It may seem like visuals are more important in Korean culture because they are. This importance is even reflected in the fact that Korean language has more descriptive terms for people’s looks.

Examples, taken from Park, 2007 (pg. 55):

eoljjang (“face king,” a person with a handsome face), momjjang (“body king,” a person with a nice body), saengeol (a pretty face without any make-up), dongan (a young-looking face), longdari (slang term for “long legs”), jjukjjuk ppangppang (“long, slim, and supple”), S-line (hourglass figure), V-line (slender face), etc

The fact that Korea is homogeneous and has its own set of beauty standards/ideals also contributes to the disconnect between their culture and international fan’s cultures. That’s not to say other Asian cultures don’t share similar standards. In fact, John Nguyeat Erni and Siew Keng Chua argue that “racial proximity” can explain the popularity of K-drama/K-pop in Asia because of the shared “norms of beauty (male and female)… in contrast to perceived western outlooks” (quoted in Kim, 2007, pg 48).

I will not go more into these because I myself am not Korean nor have I studied these aspects sufficiently to feel confident in analyzing their role in “visual” popularity. But be aware that they exist and are large parts of the culture. (For further reading I recommend this study by Bissel & Chung where they discuss Korean socio-cultural attitudes toward ideal beauty).

The psychology of attractiveness:

It’s easy for people to become biased to a person when all they have are personality and visuals to judge them on. There is a cognitive bias that every human has in some degree or another where we tend to equate good looks with having good traits. It’s called the physical attractiveness stereotype. Studies have shown that “in a first-impression situation, [where you only have personality and visuals to judge on] a person’s level of attractiveness may evoke in a perceiver a set of expectancies” (Miller, 1970).

In 1997, Wheeler & Kim conducted a study with Korean university students where they found that Korean university students were more likely than North American university students to stereotype based on attractiveness and were more likely to rate attractive people are being more trustworthy.

In individualistic cultures, (i.e. US/Western Europe) the physical attractiveness stereotype tends to make observers perceive attractive people as more successful/powerful but it also causes observers to attribute more negative traits to attractive people and see their integrity/kindness as low. However, in collectivist cultures (i.e. East Asian countries) which stress harmony, attractive people are not seen as more powerful- instead they are seen as having higher integrity, loyalty, and other traits that culture values.

There is another cognitive bias called the halo effect where an observer’s positive impression of one aspect of a person (like their personality) makes other aspects of that person also appear positive to the observer.

One study found that subjects “significantly favored more attractive singers over the less attractive singers” even when their singing was poor. (Wapnick, Darrow, Kovacs, & Dalrymple, 1997).

Another study found that subjects rated an essay as more intelligent if the writer was attractive even when the essay itself was poorly written (Landy & Sigall 1975). Here is a quote from their study that explains the interactions between attractiveness and perception of talent (I’ve bolded some things that stood out to me):

The results of this experiment indicate thatthe physical attractiveness of an individualperforming a given task affects the manner inwhich people evaluate both the performanceand the performer. This was so even thoughthe task performance being evaluated wascompletely unrelated to the physical attractivenessof the performer. Thus, physical appearancenot only affects the way in whichothers react to a person, it also affects theway in which they react to that person’saccomplishments. (pg. 304)

Remember, these biases are often subconscious and we are not aware that we have them and are being influenced by them.

How it comes together:

Joo Haknyeon became popular because of his visuals and personality before the season started airing- in some part because of the physical attractiveness stereotype and in part because his personality is likable. Korean culture, in general, also places a lot of emphasis on “visuals”. In addition to this, the initial buzz on twitter gave him some very dedicated fans. When the season actually started airing, those fans already loved him so much that it didn’t matter if he had amazing talents or not- in their eyes, he’s the best and they want the best for him. This is the halo effect- because they love his personality and visuals, his fans are more likely to see the rest of him positively and disregard his shortcomings.

His lack of screen time only made his fandom more invested because it forced them to have to go the extra mile in finding content and information about him. Many have invested a lot effort, time, and emotions on him. (This is one of the reasons why fans are so rabid and why fans can become vicious if they feel betrayed by their idol, but I won’t go into that here).

The fact that people tend to question “Why is Haknyeon still in top 11?” etc. only strengthens the fandom because defending someone again and again only makes them believe in that person more. There’s also the confirmation bias at play- people interpret information in a way that confirms their existing beliefs- especially for emotionally charged things.

In conclusion:

There are several cognitive biases that influence how we perceive attractive people but their effect depends on culture. These reasons are not the only reasons why people like him and not every Korean fan is influenced by these biases. For the most part, though, cognitive biases and the cultural context are likely playing a role in some degree, even if people aren’t aware of it. That doesn’t make the influence wrong or the Korean perceptions wrong; it just makes them different from international perceptions.

Different cultures like different things- and a good portion of the Korean voters like Haknyeon. If you were born in Korea and grew up learning their values and immersed in their culture, you might also have liked Haknyeon. Even if you didn’t stan him, you might have included him in your top 11 vote just because he’s very cheerful and cute- which is what I think is happening. He has a big fandom, but it could also be that other fans tend to use him to fill up space. We’ll be able to assess true popularity and fandom power (and not just casual liking) once we get to 2 pick and 1 pick.

Anyway, if you read all of this, then yay! Feel free to send me a private message or an ask if anything is still confusing (and/or if you disagree and want to discuss this) and I’ll try to expand more on that particular piece. Again, in the future, I will be linking to this answer if anyone else asks this question.

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