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[btsgotjams27]

Hi Jess! ✨

Just saw your reblog of your story "Don't Push Your Luck", and did I read it right? YOU'RE GOING TO WRITE ANOTHER DRABBLE FOR THEM??? 🤧🥰

Sorry, I don't really mean to be yelling lol, I was just so happy when I read that we will discover more of their struggles as business partners (and their complicated feelings for each other 🤭). This was such lovely news to the starts of my day! Thank you 💜

Do you have a taglist for the series? If you do, can you please tag me in all future drabbles or anything for this series? It's so damn good and I really enjoying the vibes with their tension and banter! And if you ever write the moment they get together (again, not the first time from when they were in school, though that could be funny to read too), I want to be there and read it 🫶🏾

I hope you have the best day, Jess! Thank you so much for gracing us with your talent and stories ✨ love you and your writing 🥰

Hi Lissa! Hehe yes, you read that correctly! There will be another drabble. It'll be smutty with some drama ofc 😌 though, I might leave readers hanging 🫣

I don't have a taglist, but I can tag you! These two are so much fun to write and I love their dynamic.

Ouuuuuuhhhhh--the night they slept together in college would be a fun one to write. I may have to add that to my list.

I'm about to head off to bed, but I hope your day is lovely 💕 thank you so much for reading and supporting my fics. (Cause it really does mean the world to me!)

[btsgotjams27]

Lissa, thank you for putting 'My Plus One' on your list 💕💕

Seokjin fic recs 2024 🥳

🎉 Guess what day it is? That’s right—it’s Seokjin’s birthday! 🥳 Of course, I haven’t forgotten. How could I?! While my monthly rec lists are taking a permanent vacation (they deserve it), I’m still determined to shout out incredible stories on each member’s special day. Because why not celebrate with fanfic love? 💜✨

So, buckle up for my Ultimate Favorite Seokjin Stories of the past year! 🚀 Have I hyped these up before? Oh, absolutely. Will I keep screaming about them? 100%. These stories are just that good! 🌟 A massive THANK YOU to the genius writers who crafted these masterpieces—you’re all legends, and I’m forever in awe of your talent 🥹💐 Every fic here is etched in my heart, and I couldn’t be more excited to share them again.

⚠️ Warning: Most of these fics are either spicy as hell 🌶️ or tread into darker territory, so minors, this is your cue to dip out. DNI.

✨ Pro tip: If you fall in love with any of these fics (and you will), take a moment to shower the writers with love—whether that’s a comment, a reblog, or just a heartfelt emoji. 💌 These small gestures mean the world to them, trust me! Plus, there’s no better way to say, ��This fic made me feral, and I’m forever grateful.” 🥰

Need more Seokjin goodness? Dive into the rec library, check out last year’s birthday rec list, or peruse my 2023 recs. Happy reading, and let’s give these amazing stories (and their creators) all the love they deserve! 🫶

[index] → jan | feb (jhs) | mar (myg) | apr | may | jun | jul | aug | sep (jjk)(knj) | oct (pjm) | nov | dec (💜)(ksj) |

Emoji meaning → angst = 🌩️, smut = 🥵, fluff = 🥰, comedy = 😂, yandere = 😈, thriller/dark = 👻, fantasy = 🪄. 

⭐Turn Back Time @raplinesmoon [13.3K] // ksj x f.reader // time travel!au // 🥵🥰🌩️😂

📝 After total humiliation at his middle school baseball try outs, Kim Seokjin wants nothing more than for his awkward years to fade away until he’s thirty. Cue a magic baseball glove, and his wish is finally granted. Seokjin suddenly wakes up seventeen years later, now the star pitcher of the team he’d always dreamed of playing for. Confused and overwhelmed at the prospect of the new life waiting for him, he turns to the only person who seems to understand him — you. Will Seokjin learn what it truly means to be thirty, flirty, and thriving? Or will he find himself wishing he could turn back time?

🗨️ Seokjin’s childhood/school was just, ugh, I really felt heartache for thirteen year old Seokjin 🥹 So very common as a kid, to wish you’re older – and then it’s just not what he expected at all. I really loved it! There were a few times I was laughing so damn hard, times where I was shedding a few tears as well. Just, incredibly good; very well written, the story was captivating and motivating, just yeah, brilliant. (Sorry, I’m suddenly bad with words). I loved the ‘lessons’ he learned, and then having the luxury (I’m using that word because we don’t have that irl) of going back to his childhood (almost like starting over) and damn it was good 👏💯

⭐Small Tuna Fish @floralseokjin [17.1k]  // ksj x f.reader // college!au, f2l // 🥵🥰

📝 Kim Seokjin is a really nice guy. (Not to be confused with a ‘Nice Guy’). Too nice for someone like you, you’re sure. Which is why you’ve been attempting to ignore what’s going on between you. He couldn’t possibly be flirting with you. He couldn’t possibly like you. Could he? It the end, it takes one charity car wash event and one – or two, depending on how dirty your mind is – soakings to make things very clear. 

🗨️ damn, this was so funny, sweet and sexy at the same time ✨💯 loved the plot, the car wash–the wetness?? Omg. Everything was so fucking perfect 💖

⭐Dream Come True @sugaurora [16.8k]  // ksj x f.reader // brother’s best friend!au, f2l // 🥵🥰

📝 since your brother had warned you years ago that his best friend Seokjin was off limits, you’d only allowed yourself to safely fantasize about him in your dreams. You’re not sure why tonight his lips feel so much softer and his hands so much warmer than usual, but you’re also not about to complain.

🗨️ shit I’m in love with this 🤧 It’s so fucking amazing, beautiful, sweet and fluffy. I lived it so much 💖💯

⭐With You @yoonpobs [22.1k]  // ksj x f.reader // marriage!au, divorce!au, childhood friends2lovers // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 marrying your childhood best friend was not the love story that most painted it to be. you knew that better than anyone else.

🗨️ I really adore stories where the characters undergo emotional development 🥹 and these… They grow so much, and they even have supportive friends and family 🤧 Jin was a bit of a douche yes but he learned from his mistakes (hopefully keeps at it) and I really loved everything in it 🤧✨ I also loved that Jin suggested couples therapy, because I think that would be a big assert for them to achieve a healthier marriage 🥹 and when he asked oc on a date, and she went “but were married?” 🤭 also, I really think that going on dates while married is a really good way to keep the marriage alive too 🥰💜 I really loved it 💯

⭐Warm This Winter @jamaisjoons [51.6k]  // ksj x f.reader (ft. ex!jjk) // one night stand, s2l, exes (jjk), christmas!au // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 spending the winter vacation with an ex-boyfriend and his new girlfriend was not something anyone would ever consider doing. spending the winter vacation with both an ex-boyfriend, his new girlfriend, and the one night stand you’d used to try to get over him, well that was a whole other situation that anyone sane would have fled from. and yet, here you are. caught between your best friend (and consequently your ex-boyfriend), and the very same man who you’d fallen into bed with after a night of wallowing in self pity. all while stuck in the picturesquely beautiful - and cruelly romantic - austrian alps. well. at least you can say you had an interesting christmas.

🗨️ PERFECTION 💯 This was so fucking incredible, I don’t know where to begin… I love Jin in this, he’s so fucking funny charming, sweet, kind and witty. He’s so him. The dynamic between all of the characters was amazing, and the tension and unresolved feelings between oc and Jungkook was so fucking good! I loved all the jealousy too, and then the fading of the jealousy. When things shifted for oc, how Seokjin helped her, and in that, she fell for him 🤧 Such a lovely Christmas story! There’s a lot of angst in it, yes, and tension, dear god, the tension is so good 😭 there humor, happiness, live and friendship. And missed chances, living with consequences 🥹✨ IT WAS SO FUCKING GOOD. IF YOU HAVEN’T READ IT BEFORE, DO IT NOW, AND IF YOU HAVE, READ IT AGAIN 💖

⭐Sunday @here2bbtstrash [5k]  // ksj x f.reader // established relationship, pwp // 🥵🥵🥵

📝 you got your boyfriend exactly what he wanted for his birthday.

🗨️ this one is just out of this world; it’s so filthy, smutty. WOW. There’s a belt, and I won’t say more than that!

⭐Raspberry Truffles @gukyi [5k]  // ksj x f.reader // boyfriend!namjoon // 🥰🥰🥰

📝 how to fake date your best friend: step one: don’t fall in love with them. failed step one.

🗨️ perfectly fluffy, great chemistry and writing! Gosh, I really love this one 💜💯

⭐I’m All Yours @sailoryooons [2.3k]  // ksj x f.reader // bf2l, idiots2lovers // 🥰

📝 you’ve been in love with your best friend Jin for as long as you can remember. You know everything about him – except that he is also entirely in love with you.  

🗨️ soft, cute, sweet, sugary fluff 😭 It’s so good, perfect and amazing. Loved it 💖 💯

⭐Sit. Stay. @daechwitatamic [14k]  // ksj x f.reader // s2l, neighbors!au // 🥰🥵🌩️

📝 your new puppy, Zinnia, has turned your world on its head. She’s ruined everything from your sleep schedule to your favorite shoes, and you know it’s your own failure to train her properly. When your cute upstairs neighbor tells you about a local obedience academy, he slowly starts to make himself a place in your schedule, your life, and your heart. After your last relationship went up in flames, will his affections be something else you can count as a failure? 

🗨️ wait. This was so fucking cute 🥹 The plot was super cute and sweet, oc with her puppy, meeting Seokjin 🥹 meetcute ✨ It was just so fluffy, I feel so warm and giddy after reading this. I loved it and a new favorite hands down 💯💖

⭐Off Limits (completed series) @floralseokjin [n/a]  // ksj x f.reader // brother’s best friend!au // 🥵🌩️

📝 you’ve been lusting after your brother’s best friend for a while now, ever since you met him at a house party, flirting it up a storm as you failed to realise who the other was. That was months ago now and things are still awkward, but you can’t ignore the sexual tension that’s simmers between the two of you…and it keeps getting worse…

🗨️ I finally finished reading this amazing series! It was really good, and one of my favorites Seokjin stories 🥰 Towards the ending it good really good and I had a tough time putting it down, because I just had to read how things would fall apart to be build back up again 👏 There was also some small plot twists that I didn’t expect and they were a positive surprise 💜

⭐Stuck with You @taleasnewastime [29.6k]  // ksj x f.reader // s2l, Christmas!au // 🥵🌩️🥰

📝 it’s the first Christmas since your dad passed away. You, your mum and sister are going to his favourite place to do his favourite thing, skiing. And yet you’re not there. Stuck. Stranded. Trapped. In seemingly the single hottest place in the world. Your transfer flight cancelled so you’re now stuck between home and your family. A snowstorm that causes all flights to be cancelled, heat that just seems wrong at Christmas, your sister crying and shouting down the phone at you, and to top it off, the most annoying man in the world who’s in the same position as you and seems to think you’re friends because of that fact. Merry Christmas to you.

🗨️ this is truly one of my favorite plots and this fic is just so good, also a favorite, hands down!!! I just love me some good comfort, with angst, then comfort and a happy ending ✨

It was just so well done, the plot, and the characters too 🥹💯

⭐Redamancy @jeonggukingdom [7.1k]  // ksj x f.reader // est. relationship, valentines day // 🥵🥰

📝 it’s St.Valentin’es Day and as per tradition, you are to surprise your boyfriend with a gift and a chocolate treat. On a whim, you decide to cook an entire dinner for him and bake him his favorite cake: chocolate filling and strawberry and cream toppings. Seokjin is bent down on showing you just how much he appreciated all your hard work for him. 

🗨️ gosh— so sweet, cute and sexy 🥵✨💯

⭐You Suck! @ugh-yoongi [18.3k]  // ksj x f.reader // s2l, roommates, vampire!au // 🥵🥰😂🪄

📝 it’s St.Valentin’es Day and as per tradition, you are to surprise your boyfriend with a gift and a chocolate treat. On a whim, you decide to cook an entire dinner for him and bake him his favorite cake: chocolate filling and strawberry and cream toppings. Seokjin is bent down on showing you just how much he appreciated all your hard work for him. 

🗨️ WOW— so many thoughts on this; it was perfect, let me start with that. It was so fucking funny, I laughed so many times. I love Seokjin in this, how kind he is, funny, all that, and how he cares for oc, everything. The smut was so fucking funny, not gonna lie, I did not expect it AT ALL, but that shit had me rolling on the floor 🤣 

⭐My Plus One @btsgotjams27 [5.4k]  // ksj x f.reader // fake dating!au, i2l // 🥰🌩️

📝 when you and jin have weddings to attend, you decide to help one another by agreeing to being each other's plus ones.

🗨️ It was so sweet, it was cute and fluffy and so damn funny! Like there were so many times I was just laughing with the biggest grin plastered on my face. So thank you, thank you for writing this and for cheering me up ✨💯

⭐Forever @oddinary4bts [25.2k]  // ksj x f.reader // idol!au, ex-fiancés to lovers // 🥰🥵🌩️

📝 three years ago, your relationship with jin ended in fights and tears. When life puts him back on your path, you catch a glimpse of light in his eyes that you thought had died when you broke up. Will your relationship blossom into a well-deserved forever or will you lose the love of your life again?

🗨️ so much love and sadness in this! The nostalgia is high, there’s a lot of feelings, a lot of heartbreak. The thoughts about going back for fear of getting your heart broken again, or moving on and shielding the broken pieces of heartbreak? Fuck! So fucking good. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: everything Ella writes is just pure gold 🥹✨ 

⭐Cherry Topper @kth1 [17.6k]  // ksj x f.reader // f2l, university!au // 🥵🥰

📝 Seokjin is a chaotically fun-loving guy who works long and hard hours at his successful, family owned candy store named Kim’s Sweet’s Shop, located on the corner of Cherry Lane. Being consistently busy with the labor of his work schedule and attending college to finish off his masters program, he has a very little social life and definitely does not have time for dating on this romantic, hectic holiday. But from right under his nose, one of his many admirers just so happens to be the sugar-coated treat that he’s been missing out on.

🗨️ Iiihh~ I finally got around to read this one 🥰 I love all the bickering in it, and I’m going to reference a line from the story, because I think it’s sums their relationship up so well: “He’s persistent - but you are more persistent.” 😂 I really loved it, it was cute and funny with some chocolate syrup drizzled on top 🤤🥵💯

⭐Fast Lane @yminie [20.6k]  // ksj x f.reader // e2l, racer!au // 🥵😂

📝 “Disgruntledly, you think to yourself how frustrating it is he can be quite so awful of a person and still be so good looking.” Alternatively; Boy Toy racer Kim Seokjin lives to test; the laws of speed, how many women he can bag, how much money he can convince people to give him, and quite how far you can be pushed before you snap.

🗨️ yay this was so freaking good! I loved everything in it 🥰💯

⭐Pride & Fidget Spinners @kpopfanfictrash [18.6k] // ksj x f.reader // e2l, shoppingmall!au // 🥵🥰

📝 Seokjin has always prided himself on being the top mall kiosk salesman. His turf, the spot nearest to the fountain, is due to him being the undisputed best in the game. At least, until you arrive and throw his world into chaos.

🗨️ hh my— perfection and so fucking hot 🥵 I loved, loved, loved all the tension and banter between Seokjin and reader. So incredible and it just made the smut so freaking amazing 😭 Yep, yep, another favorite added to the list 💖💯

⭐Christmas Warfare @gimmethatagustd [14.5k] (deleted 😭) // ksj x f.reader // exes2l // 🥵🥰😂🌩️

📝 You will win the neighborhood's "Best Christmas Decorations" contest and rub it in your ex-boyfriend's face, by any means necessary. Jin will win your heart back, even if it means surrendering his crown as King of Christmas Decorations.

🗨️ 😭😭😭 Oh my… finally got to read it and shit it is beautiful! I love all the humor, smut and the fluff too— and best friend Yoongi 🥰 Everything in this is so freaking good 💯💜 I’m still keeping this here, because even though Jai deleted all their fics, it’s still and awesome story and Jai is amazing!!! ✨

⭐Lost and Found @taleasnewastime [21.2k]  // ksj x f.reader // s2l // 🥰🌩️

📝 what do you do when your whole world comes crashing down around you? When everything you loved turns out to be a lie? When your fiancé tells you he’s been having an affair, you feel like your whole world comes crashing down, but then you find an antiques shop and the strange man that runs the shop helps you slowly rebuild your life and realise maybe not everything about you is broken.

🗨️ this one is completely SFW 😘 and it is so freaking good! It has sad undertones, yes, but it’s so heartwarming, fluffy and cute 🥹 I really loved it 💖 💯

🎅✨ Pssssst~ guess what? ✨🎅 A sleigh-load of Seokjin Christmas stories is coming your way soon! 🎄🎁 Get ready for festive fluff, heartwarming moments, and maybe even some mistletoe shenanigans (who’s to say? 👀).

Mark your calendars, grab some cocoa, and prepare to swoon—it’s going to be Jin-gle All the Way! 🎶💖

🌟 Welcome to my little fic corner! 🌟 It’s cozy here, right? 🪩✨ While I don’t write as much these days (I’m usually too busy devouring other people’s amazing stories 📚), I’d still love it if you gave my work a peek.

No pressure, though—your eyeballs, your choice! 👀💕 But hey, if you do decide to read something, know that it would make my day (and probably my week, let’s be real 🥰). Either way, thanks for stopping by, and happy reading! 💌

When it Sinks In / one-shot / established relationship / 13.1k - 🥵🪄🥰🌩️ Life as a mermaid is wonderful, especially when your merman boyfriend, Seokjin, treats you just right. But you’re beginning to recall memories that you don’t think are yours from life on land— from a past life maybe? When you do realize that the memories are in fact your own, the world comes tumbling down around you, questioning your very existence. Are you even a real mermaid?

→  When it Sinks In (part of the '7 Summers at the Sea’ series)

Doughn’t Go Baking My Heart / one-shot / enemies to lovers / 16.5k - 🥵🥰😂This Christmas season, you’re back in the kitchen, whisk in hand and determination in your heart, entering the annual holiday baking competition once again. The goal? Finally beat your long-time rival, the infuriatingly talented Kim Seokjin. But as the ovens warm and the ingredients come together, you realize it might not be just the doughs rising this year… Will the holiday spirit bring you closer, or will the heat of competition drive you further apart? 😜

→  Doungh’t Go Baking My Heart (part of my Christmas 2024 event)

I will come to you / drabble / established relationship / 1.6k - 🥰🌩️ When the first flakes of white snow fell, the world shifted, draped in a quiet, uncanny veil. Then came the air raids—a brutal, unrelenting scream that tore through the silence, and Seokjin feared he had lost you forever. He wandered through the wasteland, searching, aching, haunted by the memory of your touch—warm, tender, as if sunlight itself had lingered upon his skin, even as darkness closed in. And now, as he feels your heart beat against his, he wonders, barely daring to breathe: can this be real?

→  I will come to you (part of the 'end of the world’ series)

✨ As a little bonus treat, here’s a handful of fics I haven’t had the chance to dive into yet—but OMG, I’m absolutely buzzing with excitement to read them! 🚀💖 The anticipation is real, and I can already tell these are going to be amazing:

Clumsy @i-am-baechu

Riptide (two-shot) @jimilter

The King’s Daughter @writtenwhalien

Hit;record @kithtaehyung

Met Him Last Night (two-shot) @dollfaceksj

Riding Fakie @ugh-yoongi

Made-up Love Song (series; completed) @floralseokjin

Platonic (series; completed) @joheunsaram

For You, Anything @gukyi

When it Rains @cravetive

🎉 Happy Birthday to our one and only World Wide Handsome, Seokjin! 🎂💜✨ Another year of spreading beauty, humor, and pure chaotic energy—what would we do without you?! 🥹 From your dad jokes to your angelic voice, you’re truly one of a kind. 🪐💖

Let’s raise a glass (or a forkful of cake 🍰) to celebrate the man who makes the world brighter just by existing. Here’s to more laughs, more songs, and more iconic windshield wiper laughs in the years to come! 🥳💜

[btsgotjams27]

late nights | knj

summary: late nights with namjoon turn into a heated session when you’re in need of a stress-reliever.

✨ title: late nights (don't push your luck couple) ✨ pairing: namjoon x f!reader ✨ genre/au: pwp, smut, co-workers, enemies to (maybe) lovers ✨ rating: R (MDNI!!) | ✨ word count: 2.9k ✨ warnings: cursing, fingering, oral (m. & f. receiving), orgasm denial, unprotected penetrative sex, (some) begging, use of pet names (baby, darling), both are playful in their words but ofc there are feelings ✨ author's note: after watching the rpwp docu, i haven't been able to stop thinking about this man 🫦 so here's a horny word vomit. excuse my writing because it's been a minute, so i apologize in advance if it's no good 🙃 i'm also tagging @kingofbodyrolls bc i promised i would when this came out <3 <3

[ SERIES MASTERLIST ] | previous ~ pitch fest

Late nights with Namjoon were becoming a regular affair—for work, not for play, at least for tonight.

The pair of you crunching numbers and proposing an improved business plan for next week’s investors meeting had your panties in a twist. The past year in publishing proved to be a lot harder than expected—you didn’t realize how tough this industry was without a big name behind you.

Your nose is scrunched and your eyes are focused as you’re furiously scanning the presentation for errors. Namjoon stares you down then covers your hands with his. “Your eyes are going to pop out of your head if you don’t slow down.”

“We have too much to lose. This presentation has to be perfect or else we’ll lose the company.” As you continue on, ensuring the slides are flawless, you can only feel Namjoon’s dragon eyes burning through you.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like you’re gonna eat me.”

Namjoon chuckles and leans forward. “Because I do—want to eat you.”

You’re not gonna lie—your panties are twisted because of this presentation, but now they’re soaked too. You hate how easily you crumble under his words, but you won’t let him see just how easily you can come undone.

“I’m gonna kick you out of my place if you don’t stop,” you threaten, continuing to type away.

The wooden chair legs scraped against the hardwood floor as Namjoon stood up, his footsteps echoing behind you as he walked closer. “What exactly are you working on anyway?” he asks, leaning down so close you can smell the cologne that you love on him.

Clearing your throat, you reply with a gulp, “Just…the presentation.”

Honestly, you’ve spent too much time finding the perfect font, but does it really matter at this point? Investors won’t give you money because they liked your presentation looks, it’s about how much they’ll have in their pockets.

His presence overwhelms every hair on your body, and when his hands begin to massage your shoulders, you’re practically melting into a puddle. “You’re so tense.”

One hand continues to rub circles on your nape, causing you to groan. “Fuck…” you hiss when he reaches a knot. “Joon…” you whine.

He hums, then proceeds down your spine. The pads of his fingers wrap around your torso, dangerously close to the underside of your breasts. You’re already imagining him taking a handful and giving them a good squeeze.

Your eyes flutter shut as he continues. His thumbs pressing deeply into your back—you’re convinced he’ll leave marks just like how you do to him. It’s embarrassing when you see the red scratch marks peeking from under his dress shirt at work, however it does give you the satisfaction when he meets with an attractive author or investor and they just happen to see it as well. You’re petty and you know it.

The soft groans escaping your lips are undignified. But it goes to show just how much stress you’ve been under—you’re like a volcano bubbling, getting ready to burst and overflow, overtaking everything surrounding you, and Namjoon is the not-so-innocent bystander.

His lips barely touch the shell of your ear and he asks in a low whisper, “You okay?”

You’re not okay. You need more.

More of him. Touching you everywhere. Having you in any way that he wants. You’ll do anything no questions asked.

Your dignity—nonexistent.

Your morals, values—what the hell is that?

You need Kim Namjoon to fulfill every single fantasy you’ve had and it’s more than you like to admit.

And before you know it, your hands cover his, tugging them forward, encouraging him to do as he pleases, and he does so willingly. With ragged breaths, you relish in his touch, softly uttering his name under your breath.

Namjoon leans down from behind, kissing your shoulders and squeezing your breasts. A small whimper leaves your lips as his big, warm hand reaches down your top to the pert, pebbled nipple just aching for more of him.

You’re well aware of your actions when you chose to wear your dusty blue pajamas that match perfectly. The bow tie top is overly available for Namjoon to access. You noticed his eyes wandering throughout the night, and now you’re ready for him to strip you bare.

His plush lips leave trails of kisses down your neck, making you lean back into him. 

“Joon…” You’re embarrassed at how easily his name rolls off your tongue—maybe you’ve been practicing too much at night by yourself.

He hums before kissing your shoulders and pulling your top to feel the warmth of your skin beneath his mouth. When you turn around to look for his lips, they are drawn to each other like magnets and refuse to part. You stand, snaking your arms around his frame.

Namjoon breaks the kiss, causing you to groan. “I like you like this.”

“Like what?” you ask with an exasperated sigh.

“Whiny. Needy.” He smirks, knowing he has you wrapped around his finger, though you’d rather have something else wrapped around his finger at the moment.

“Shut up and kiss me already.”

He leans in, his lips ghost over yours, barely touching. He’s teasing, wanting you to beg for it, but you don’t give in. You swipe your tongue against his bottom lip, hoping he caves and gives you what you want. He smiles against your lips, his warm breath fanning you.

“Impatient, are we?” he murmurs, his voice low and husky. You can feel the rumble of his words against your chest, sending a shiver down your spine. Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging gently, urging him closer. He resists, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze. His eyes are dark with desire, a challenge he wants to win.

“Maybe,” you breathe, refusing to give him the satisfaction of admitting how much you want this—him.

Namjoon chuckles. His hand slides up underneath your top, fingertips tracing your spine. “Tell me what you want,” he whispers, lips brushing against your ear.

Your breath catches in your throat as his fingers dance along your skin. The heat of his body, the teasing touches, it’s all too much, making it hard to string along coherent words.

“You,” you finally admit, your voice barely above a whisper. “I want you, Joon.”

His smile widens, triumphant yet tender. “Was that so hard?” he teases, but there’s a gentleness to his tone that makes your heart flutter.

Before you can respond, his lips crash against yours, passionate and demanding. The kiss is everything you’ve been craving—hot, deep, and overwhelming. Your fingers tighten in his hair as you pull him closer, eliminating any remaining space between your bodies.

His hand at your back presses you firmly into him, and you’re savoring the fact that his erection is throbbing against you. He wants you just as much as you want him.

When you finally break apart, both gasping for air, his forehead rests against yours.

“Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting to fuck you tonight?,” he utters, his voice rough with lust. His hands roam your body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. You arch into his touch, craving more.

“Cocky, are we?” you challenge, your hands sliding down to his throbbing cock, giving it a good squeeze. “Just because I want you doesn't mean I wanna fuck you. What if I just wanna cuddle?” you utter the worst lie known to man. Joon knows all your bullshit.

He growls low in his throat, the sound sending a jolt of electricity through your body. “Yeah? Don't want me to fuck you, hm?”

In one fluid motion, he lifts you, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. He carries you toward the bedroom, his strong arms supporting you effortlessly. As he lowers you onto the soft sheets, his dragon eyes never leave yours, burning into you with an intensity.

Your hand toys with the end of the tie on your top, slowly undoing them, slipping the top off your shoulders, revealing your breasts. This isn’t your first time sleeping with Namjoon, but somehow you feel even more exposed. You’ve denied your feelings for so long, and you think you’re ready to bear it all. Maybe even give him a piece of your heart.

“Thought you didn’t want me to fuck you?” He asks, voice proud as he cocks his head.

His eyes don’t wander down to your chest—not yet, they’re still fixated on you. He removes his sweatshirt, exposing his taut and toned body, and the black Calvin Klein briefs shouldn’t be affecting you, but they are. His gray sweats sit low on his waist, and you want nothing but to tear it off of him.

The outline of his erection is demanding attention from you—eyes, mouth, and hands ready to feast upon the dessert you skipped tonight. You’re greedy. You don’t want to share with anyone, but you won’t let him know just how urgently your mouth wants to be wrapped around his cock.

You reach out, fingers grazing the waistband of his sweats. His breath hitches as you slowly pull them down, revealing more of those tempting briefs. Your mouth waters at the sight of his impressive bulge straining against the fabric. “Joon, fuck me or leave,” you demand, voice thick with need.

He steps out of the sweats, kicking them aside before joining you on the bed. His weight dips the mattress as he hovers over you. He leans down, tugging your pajama pants off. His hand traces the curve of your waist, and his finger is hooked underneath your lace undies.

His fingers tease along the edge of your lace underwear, sending sparks of electricity through your body. You arch into his touch, silently begging for more. Namjoon’s eyes darken as he watches your reaction, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

“So responsive,” he murmurs, voice husky with desire. “I love how your body reacts to me.”

Slowly, torturously, he peels the lace down your legs, his fingers igniting glowing particles along your soft skin. You lift your hips to help him, desperate to feel his skin against yours. As he tosses the underwear aside, his gaze roams over your now fully naked body, appreciation and hunger evident in his eyes.

“Fuck—you’re so beautiful,” he breathes, leaning down to kiss your collarbone. His lips trail lower down your chest. When he reaches your breast, he takes a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud.

You gasp, arching into him as pleasure courses through you. Your fingers tangle in his hair, holding him close as he lavishes attention on your breasts. His hand slides down the expanse of your stomach, teasing along your inner thigh before finally touching where you need him most.

A moan escapes your lips as his fingers explore your wet folds. He groans against your skin, clearly pleased by how aroused you are for him.

“So wet for me already?” His thumb finds your clit, circling it slowly as he slides a finger inside you.

“Ah!” you gasp, hips bucking against his hand. The dual sensation of his fingers working you and his mouth on your breast is overwhelming.

Namjoon lifts his head, eyes dark with lust as he watches you writhe underneath his touch. He adds a second finger, curling them inside you as his thumb continues its maddening circles.

“That’s it, baby.”

Your body arches off the bed as pleasure builds within you. Namjoon’s skilled fingers work you closer and closer to the edge, but it’s not enough. You need more. You need him. Inside you.

“Joon,” you pant, tugging at his hair to get his attention. You no longer care about your pride. “Please, I need you inside me.”

He looks up, shaking his head. “Not yet, baby,” he says, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. “I want to taste you first.”

Before you can say anything, his mouth is on you, tongue laving through your folds. You cry out, hands fisting in the sheets as he devours you. You moan louder, uninhibited, as he brings you closer to the edge. Your hands clutch at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.

“Please,” you whimper, not even sure what you’re begging for.

He seems to understand, and with a final, deep thrust of his fingers, he withdraws them, leaving you aching and empty.

Fucking Namjoon. Of course, he doesn’t finish the job.

There’s a devious smirk on his face. He knows what he’s doing.

He removes his briefs, his impressive length springing free. You reach for him, wrapping your hand around his length and giving him a few slow strokes.

Namjoon groans at your touch, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment. You flick your tongue before kissing the tip of his cock. Your lips wrap around him, taking him deeper, savoring the weight of him on your tongue. His hands tangle in your hair as you bob your head, alternating between long, slow strokes and quick, teasing licks.

“Fuck,” he groans, his hips jerking slightly. “Your mouth feels so good, baby.”

You hum around him, the vibrations making him shudder. His grip on your hair tightens, guiding your movements as you continue to pleasure him. You can feel him getting closer, his breathing becoming more ragged.

Just as you think he might finish, your pace fastens.

“Baby, baby, baby…” Namjoon stutters.

You continue to bring him to the brink before he has to pull away, making you pop off.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he rasps, leaning down to kiss you.

You can still taste yourself on his tongue, and it only heightens your arousal. Your hands roam his broad back, feeling the muscles beneath your fingertips.

“Condom?” he asks against your lips.

“I’m on the pill,” you breathe. “I want to feel all of you.”

It’s risky, you know that, but Namjoon is a risk you’re willing to take.

He groans, his forehead resting against yours. “Are you sure?”

You nod, pulling him closer. “I trust you.”

His eyes soften at your words because he knows you don’t give away your trust so easily.

He leans down, capturing your lips in a deep kiss, pouring every ounce of his emotion into it. You feel the head of his cock pressing against your entrance, and you arch your hips, begging him to hurry.

You both moan into the kiss, overwhelmed by the sensation when he finally pushes into you.

“Fuck—” he mutters. He pauses for a moment, his breaths slowing down. He knows he needs to pace himself or he won’t last long.

You wrap your legs around his waist, urging him deeper. Namjoon groans, burying his face in your neck as he begins to move. His thrusts are slow at first letting you adjust to his size, but soon pick up pace as your bodies find their rhythm.

“Could do this forever if you let me” he pants against your skin, nipping at your pulse point.

“Shut up.”

“Don't deny it, darling,” he persists with his teasing.

“Joon—shush!” You pull him down, crashing your lips against his, then you throw your head back, lost in the pleasure of having him inside you. Your nails rake down his back as he hits a particularly sensitive spot, causing him to hiss and thrust harder.

“Right there—” you gasp, holding in the moan you want to let out.

“Let me hear you,” he rasps.

Namjoon lifts his head, his dark eyes locking with yours as he continues to buck into you. The room fills with the sound of your moans, and the slap of skin on skin as he picks up the pace.

“Faster,” you plead, digging your heels into his lower back.

He obliges, his hips snapping against yours with increased fervor. The change in angle causes him to hit that spot deep inside you, making you roll your eyes back. It’s as if you’re flying through space, seeing stars go by as he pounds into you.

You feel the familiar tension building in your core, your body tightening around him. Namjoon seems to sense your approaching climax, his movements becoming more focused and deliberate.

“That’s it, baby,” he encourages, his voice strained with his own impending release. “Come for me.”

The pleasure builds inside you, coiling tighter and tighter with each thrust. Namjoon’s movements become more erratic, his breathing ragged against your neck.

“Joon,” you moan. “I’m so close…”

His hand snakes between your bodies, finding your sensitive bud and rubbing tight circles. The added stimulation pushes you over the edge, and you cry out his name as waves of pleasure crash over you.

Your walls clench around him, and Namjoon groans deeply, his rhythm faltering. With a few more thrusts, he buries himself deep inside you, his body shuddering as he finds his own release.

For a moment, you lie there, panting and intertwined. Namjoon’s weight on top of you is comforting, grounding.

But the moment doesn’t last long.

There’s a loud smack.

“Ow!” Namjoon exclaims, rubbing his shoulder as he rolls on the bed, laying next to you. “What was that for?”

“As if you don’t know!” You roll over, facing away from him.

He cuddles you from behind. “Is it because I didn’t let you finish?”

Your non-answer speaks volumes.

Namjoon chuckles, throwing himself back on the bed. “You said you wanted me inside you. I was only doing what you asked. Am I wrong?”

You turn to him. “I hate you…” you say, in a sing-song voice.

He pulls you on top of him. “Oh, it didn’t sound like you hated me earlier.”

“Shut up.”

“Make me,” he threatens, propping himself up on his elbows.

“Gladly,” you quip before kissing him.

You’re beginning to wonder if these late nights should move back to the office, so you don’t always end up sleeping with him. Regardless, you’re sure Namjoon will push his luck.

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hehe thank you <3 oh, she’s definitely head over heels in love!!

fool for you | jjk

When Jungkook is finally single, you shoot your shot.

✨ title: fool for you | ✨ pairing: jungkook x f!reader ✨ word count: 1.8k | ✨ rating: pg-13 ✨ genre/au: fluff, light angst | college, fake dating, strangers to friends to lovers ✨ warnings: alcohol consumption, language, mentions of cheating, soft boyfriend vibes jungkook (yes, it's a warning), hand holding, kissing

[ SERIES MASTERLIST ] | next ✨ part two

While you were idly scrolling through Netflix, your roommate and best friend, Lyla raced into the room. You jumped back in response to her sudden arrival and banged your head on the hanging fairy lights strung along your wall.

"Babe! Get the fuck up! It's your time to shine." She ran to the closet, rummaging through her things, looking for something.

You sat up, confused, pausing your scrolling through Netflix. "Wait, what do you mean?"

"Jungkook and Jieun! J-squared. They broke up, and she cheated on him!" Lyla turned to you, grinning at the last bit she spat out.

Jieun cheated on Jungkook? Who would cheat him? He's the complete package, the one to ruin you for the next guy and every girl's ideal partner. You were bewildered that she thought someone else was better than Jungkook. What a fool, you thought.

You'd had a crush on him for months, and now that he was finally available, you had the chance to make a good impression. You were surprised to learn that he had been seeing the cheerleading squad captain, Jieun, for almost a year. Nevertheless, you weren't going to pursue a person in a relationship.

Lyla, the melodrama queen, devised a plan to help you. Were you even ready for a relationship? Was he? He just got out of a relationship. Indeed he wasn't even close to being ready to date again. And you weren't looking to be someone's rebound. So, you weren't sure why Lyla became adamant about you making a move right this second.

Lyla tossed the white cable-knit sweater and mustard-colored skirt she had just pulled across your lap. “Babe, the row of girls outside his dorm room will take your shot if you don't!” She kept glaring at you and the pile of clothing on your lap, telling you to change immediately.

From what you've heard, Jungkook was the kind of person who was constantly dating. A girl was ready to come in when the first one ended. You would assume that now was your turn because there was girl after girl watching and waiting for their chance to strike.

But it was now or never. What did you have to lose? Him saying no or ignoring you? Pfft--you've had worse happen.

So you plucked up the confidence, exhaled, and decided to dive in. Time to feast.

You scoured the dripping, wet campus to see if he was walking from his English class back to his dorm. You blame Lyla, who dug up all the dirt on him. She claimed that you needed an upper hand to everything Jeon Jungkook.

Right on schedule. His English class was released and now was your chance. You hesitated momentarily, but Lyla patted your ass to encourage you. "Go get 'em, tiger!"

Even from the back, he had a soft and cuddly appearance. The perm he got a few months ago was starting to grow out, so perhaps that was the cause, along with his furry brown overcoat.

You quickly approached the cute, cuddly boy wearing a brown jacket. “Hi—I'm so sorry to bother you..." The cute boy you've been crushing on peered at you with his big doe eyes, and fuck–he was wearing those clear, transparent glasses you loved so much. You kept following his speed as he held out his transparent umbrella. "...this is kind of stupid and weird, but we're about to pass my ex, and I was wondering if you hold my hand so I can make him jealous."

You were certain he would refuse you and make you look like a fucking idiot as his eyes narrowed. But he held his right hand while switching the umbrella to his other hand. "Where is he?" Looking around to see who you were referring to.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Hook, line, and sinker.

You didn't imagine he'd fall for the ruse; instead, you anticipated that he would give you a crazy look before walking away. As you saw this plan unfold, you turned to look at Lyla, squirming excitedly in place.

"He's over there." Funny enough, when you and Jungkook pointed at a random ass on campus, the man knit his eyebrows in confusion.

"You gonna take my hand or...?"

"Right..." You completely forgot he was reaching out his hand for yours. Your hand was entwined with his and was everything you had hoped for. Large, warm, and inviting. To your surprise, he took your hand and held it against his chest before raising it to kiss the back of your hand.

Oh god—his lips were so soft. This was pure agony for you. You tried to hide your smile by looking away from him. The thought of his lips on your skin caused the butterflies in your stomach to flutter. Lyla's ridiculous plan worked.

You two walked silently for a few more minutes until you arrived at the library. You let go of Jungkook's hand, although you thought yours fit perfectly in his.

You took a few steps up and turned around to face him. "Thank you," you mumbled, your gaze drawn to your semi-soaked boots rather than his.

Jungkook laughed at your timidity after being so bold. "Do you need anything else to make your ex jealous?"

A kiss, you thought, but you shook your head and waved it aside. "Thank you again," you said as you dashed into the library.

You found an empty desk and buried your head in the crook of your arms, completely mortified by your actions. You couldn't believe you had just told your crush a lie. But you're unlikely to run into him again. You didn't have the same circle of friends or attend the same parties...or, more accurately, you were rarely invited to parties. So you tried to justify your actions. It was simply to take your shot and leave a lasting impression. You were proud of yourself for getting out of your comfort zone and doing something instead of sitting around and wondering what would happen.

It was the weekend before Spring Break, and you were excited to travel to LA with Lyla and some other girls from your floor. Do some shopping, go to the beach, and end your trip at Disneyland.

Of course, a Spring Break celebration would be incomplete without a party. Lyla had recently begun a friends-with-benefits deal with Kim Namjoon, and he had invited you and Lyla.

"Ly—why are we here again? This isn't our scene," you huffed, walking past a glob of what looked like someone hurled a basket of Halloween candy. You tiptoed carefully around it, the smell almost making you gag.

"It's time to meet new people and make new friends, babe. Plus, you never know when you'll run into Jeon Jungkook," she suggested, her brows wiggling in delight.

You gave her a scowl. "Please—I can never face Jungkook again, and I can't believe you got me to lie to him." And you never saw him on campus after the whole thing. And Jungkook had to have sworn off all women because you hadn't heard anything about him being taken or seeing someone. Your little coincidence was just that. You didn't expect a relationship to blossom from a lie.

Lyla chuckled and linked her arm with yours. She squealed quietly when she saw Namjoon in the kitchen, making a drink. She kept dragging your homebody ass towards the group of guys hooting and howling.

"Hey," Jungkook paused, "you're that girl who wanted me to hold your hand." He almost seemed pleased to see you.

"That's me—thanks again, for you know, doing that," you sighed and smiled. He was exactly what you wanted to avoid.

Namjoon handed you and Jungkook a red cup, and you both thanked him before returning your focus to Jungkook. "You went to great lengths just to hold my hand."

Your eyes widened. Shit. What? Who told him? Was it Lyla? Your money was on her. You glance at your best friend, who quickly averts her gaze, kissing Namjoon on the cheek.

You shook your head and clenched your jaw. "How'd you find out?"

Jungkook shrugged. "I have my ways," he explained casually. But it was Lyla who surrendered. Lyla overheard Jungkook's conversation with a classmate as he went around, asking if anyone knew you. Lyla, being Lyla, interrupted their conversation, satisfactorily revealing your massive crush on him.

You took a deep breath and apologized. "That was incredibly stupid of me. Don't worry. You won't have to see me again." You turned around, taking a sip of the shoddy mixed drink before leaving the party. You definitely didn't want to be there anymore after being discovered by Jeon Jungkook. You could probably never show your face around campus again, trying to avoid him at all costs.

"Wait—" He beelined his way through the crowd, shouting over the loud, thumping music. He came to a halt just inches away from you. You concentrated on the small pouch attached to his combat boots to avoid having to look at him. "What if I need you to make a girl jealous?"

You scoffed at the cute boy and rolled your eyes. There's no way Jieun would ever be jealous if Jungkook were to see the two of you together. "I hardly doubt you need me to make Jieun jealous. There are plenty of other girls waiting in line," you advised him before turning around to take off again.

When the door opened, Jieun walked hand in hand with Park Jimin. You assumed she cheated on Jungkook with him. You didn't understand the allure; he was cute, but he wasn't Jeon Jungkook; to each their own, you suppose.

Your eyes narrowed at her, nostrils flared, ready to take her down--but again, why? You didn't know her, and you didn't know Jungkook. All you knew was that she cheated on him, and that pissed you off.

So you did what needed to be done. You returned to Jungkook and placed your lips on his, reaching up on your tiptoes. He took a moment to realize what was going on, but he returned the kiss, his soft, moisturized lips entwining with yours. You both tilted your heads to deepen the kiss, his free hand cupping your cheek and your hand drawing his waist closer to you. You drew away from Jungkook once you felt Jieun's presence had faded as if she had seen enough to make her jealous.

The warm fuzzy feeling in your chest began to dissipate into embarrassment. Did you just kiss Jeon Jungkook in front of his ex-girlfriend in the middle of a crowded party? You didn't even have much to drink, but you felt like you would be sick.

"I'm--so sorry, Jungkook."

✨next - Part 2

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I truly appreciate your support 🥹 it means a lot! I have so much fun writing for these two, and I hope you enjoy the next two drabbles 💕

don't push your luck | knj

you’re asked to present at an important meeting, but of course, your rival has to come along for the ride.

✨ title: don't push your luck | one-shot ✨ pairing: namjoon x f!reader ✨ genre/au: angst | ex college rivals, e2l, co-workers, one-bed trope ✨ rating: pg-18 | ✨ word count: 6.4k ✨ warnings: language, joon loves to call reader a lot of pet names, suggestive language, they're both kinda jerks to one another, they've also known each other for a long time (and slept together once), both are literary agents, mentions of surgery and cancer, banter, mentions of alcohol, they sleep in the same bed, there is a small hug, reader has misconceptions of joon, did i mention angst?, reader likes to blame namjoon for her shortcomings ✨ a/n: hi--so this was originally supposed to be out for joonie's birthday lmao and here it is a few weeks later. don't be afraid to let me know what you think. i love hearing from readers.

“Hold the door!”

A heaving sensation fills your chest and you feel out of breath. Everything you could imagine going wrong before a flight happened—your alarm wasn’t set, the Uber arrived late and hit every traffic light, security ‘needed’ to rifle through your suitcase for suspicious items, and the stupid expensive carry-on you purchased has given up on you.

“You made it just in time,” the attendant smiles and scans your plane ticket.

“Oh, thank god.”

You’re grateful to be in first class and now you can finally relax. It’s even better when you look at your row and the seat next to you is empty. There are a few glares from other passengers, but you don’t care–you’ve made it, and that’s all that matters.

When you settle into your seat, you check your phone for any last-minute work emails. The flight attendant announced the plane was ready to taxi for take-off. They ask everyone to be seated and buckled.

As you’re ready to plug your earbud in, you hear a muffled bang from behind. Peering over your shoulder, you realize you’re in the row before the bathrooms. Great, you think, that’ll be fun. You can hear clinking and clanking from the bathroom door along with someone shuffling out as the door slam shuts.

“Sir, please take your seat. We’re ready for take-off,” the flight attendant says.

The man clears his throat. “Oh, yes, of course. My seat’s right here.”

You look up to see none other than the person who has become the bane of your existence, Kim Namjoon. They say keep your friends close, but your enemies closer and he loved to be so close to you alright–everywhere you are to be exact.

Your jaw clenches as he plops down beside you. A few seconds later, a woman emerges from the bathroom. She brushes past the attendant, holding a card between her fingers as she peers down at Namjoon. “That was fun. Call me sometime,” she grins while walking away.

“You’re disgusting.” A shiver runs down your spine as one can assume what they were doing in there.

Namjoon gives you puppy eyes. “You’re so mean to me,” he pouts, folding his arms against his chest as he looks down. Not a split second later, he turns to you with a smirk. “I can rock your world whenever you want, angel.”

If only he could see the smoke fuming from your ears. He would never let that one time you slept with him go, would he? It was a moment of weakness you wish you could take back.

You scoff at his comment. “I can’t believe they just let anyone on airplanes now.”

His eyes rake over you. “I could say the same about you,” he retorts.

“What are you doing here, anyway?”

“What do you think I’m doing here, darling?”

Your body cringes at the stupid pet name. “Oh, I don’t know, to annoy the fuck out of me?” you say, flashing a wry smile.

“Ah, yes. That’s on my itinerary too, but you know I can’t resist an all-expenses-paid trip when it’s offered.”

This was your chance to make an impression on one of the biggest publishing houses. But with Kim Namjoon tagging along on this little trip? He will consume your thoughts because you can’t think of anything else when he’s around–plotting and scheming ways to take you down.

“Just stay out of my hair tomorrow.”

Namjoon sucks his teeth. “Wish I could, sweetheart. But, whatever Ms. Davis wants, she gets.”

A part of you wondered if Namjoon was sleeping with her to get to the top of the food chain, like the vulture he is. You shivered at the thought of the two in compromising positions. Namjoon’s college shenanigans were something that continued even into adulthood, you guessed. 

The blinking cursor in this blank Word document has been mocking you, thinking you’re a clown. But you blame Kim Namjoon. He’s pushed his seat back, legs crossed and reclined, hands behind his head as he’s laughing obnoxiously at the movie on his computer screen. Every stifled laugh and clap has you rolling your eyes.

You can’t concentrate when he’s around, and that’s how it’s always been since sophomore year of college. The countless conversations with yourself because you had to be ready with a witty remark in case he is a smart-ass about anything and everything.

It was a sweet relief when you walked across that stage to shake the president’s hand and retrieve the rolled-up paper. And when you lifted your tassel from one side to the other, you exhaled because you never had to cross paths with him again.

That is four years into your job, and who shows up sitting in your office? None other than Kim Namjoon–your old academic rival.

You’re 29. No man should have you gritting your teeth, ready to claw at him. Then again, he’s no ordinary man–more like the devil incarnate. He makes your skin crawl. His presence makes you want to jump out of a window–because he’s suffocating, and the air in your lungs doesn’t exist.

Okay–maybe you’re exaggerating. But right now, you want to spill your glass of red wine just so he’ll have a stained shirt.

Your mouth twists as you nudge the giggly goon head. He takes off the noise-canceling headphones. “What?”

“Can you zip it? I can’t concentrate,” you say, repositioning in your seat.

Namjoon snickers. “Aw baby, you weren’t able to concentrate before I even started the movie. What makes you think me turning it off will help now?”

With a click of your tongue, you’re unsure why you even bothered asking him, so you return to your blinking cursor and blank document.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we have begun our descent into New York City….” the announcement continues.

Guess it didn’t matter, anyway. You’ve spent two hours unproductive on a flight while Namjoon lollygags. At least you’ll have time to work on your presentation in peace when you get to your hotel.

You notice the way he walks and the way his bag is slung over his shoulder-practically about to drop, and you can’t forget the stupid overcoat that’s a tad too big for his frame. The crooked black tie contrasts against the crisp white button-down, and you want to help him fix it, only to make it snug enough to choke him a bit. It’s the way his cheeks lightly push against his thick black-rimmed glasses when he smiles, and his crescent eyes disappear, then immediately he widens them. It’s the way his hair falls perfectly above his glasses, and he daintily moves it away like the unflawed prince he is.

You hate you notice all these details about Kim Namjoon, but you’ve been around him long enough to have your guard up in case he pulls any funny business.

He doesn’t even care to check in at the front desk. Instead, he runs off to the bar when he sees a beautiful woman walking the same way.

You’re third in the check-in line, and you can’t help noticing the crowd hanging out in the lobby. Everyone’s dressed as some kind of anime character. It almost makes you feel underdressed in your plain white tee that’s tucked into your jeans.

A nudge from the side causes you to catch your footing. You clench your jaw before breathing out a sigh of frustration. He’s like a fly that won’t leave you alone.

“Want a sip? I think you could use a drink,” Namjoon says, tipping his glass toward you.

“I don’t drink on business trips.”

“Damn, baby. Lighten up. One drink won’t kill you,” he raises a brow and smirks. “Maybe it’ll even warm you up to me.”

If only your eyes could shoot laser beams every time he opened his smart mouth. Facing him, you took a step toward him, pretending to pick off lint from his coat. “It’s cute you think I’d warm up to you,” you pout.

Namjoon gives a lopsided grin, licking his lips. “Don’t worry, love. I’m sure we’ll become real cozy.”

When it’s your turn at the front desk, the receptionist flashes a warm smile, asking for your information. “Is this man with you as well?”

“No,” you say.

“Yes,” Namjoon chimes in.

You roll your eyes, glaring at the man who is the bane of your existence. “No. Nope,” you say, shaking your head. “He is not with me. He needs his own room.”

The receptionist doesn’t respond. She types and clicks around on the computer, her eyes darting around the screen. “I’m sorry ma’am, but it looks like we only have one room left,” she says, avoiding your gaze.

“What do you mean there’s only one room left?” you articulate, gritting your teeth.

The receptionist clicks around her screen again. “Again, I’m so sorry, ma’am. But we’re overbooked because of the anime convention in town. We can book this room for the two of you or give you a free hotel stay for another time to compensate for the inconvenience.”

Free hotel stay for another time? It wasn’t an option at the moment. You needed this hotel room to prepare for your presentation tomorrow.

Someone cosplaying as Sailor Moon walks past you and Namjoon. His elbows are propped on the counter as he faces toward the lobby. He turns to you. “Guess we’ll just have to share,” he raises a brow and licks his lips.

“You cannot think I’ll sleep in the same bed as him. I’d rather burn in hell instead.”

Namjoon turns to the receptionist. “She’s joking. She doesn’t want to sleep in the same bed because she knows she can’t control herself around me,” he grins, holding his hand out for the key card. “We’ll take what you have, love.”

You grumble, muttering curses under your breath as you grab your things, heading toward the elevator. First, he shows up unannounced, and now you have to share a room with him. Let alone a bed? What’s next? He’ll take over your presentation, you bet.

Namjoon whistles a cheerful tune while strolling down the hallway. How is he like a ray of sunshine right now? But to you, he is like a lingering cloud ready to rain on your parade.

When he reaches the door, he turns to you, still whistling, tapping the keycard against the sensor. The door almost slams in your face. You’re struggling to keep the heavy door open while dragging in your luggage.

“Really?” You huff with irritation in your voice.

Your eyes follow him as he makes himself comfortable on the bed. He’s lying down, his legs are dangling off as his feet touch the floor. And you hope the phone screen illuminating his honey skin drops on his face. You’re vile, you know. But Namjoon’s like an itch you can’t seem to reach.

Setting down your things, you walk over to him, slotting yourself between his legs, arms folded against your chest. “What are you doing in my bed?”

He chuckles, placing the phone beside him. He props himself up on his elbows, eyes raking over you. “Waiting for you to hop on, baby,” he sneers, patting his thigh.

How are you supposed to get any work done if he’s around invading the very air you breathe?

“In your dreams, Joon. You’re sleeping on the couch.”

“Oh, baby girl. You don’t even wanna know what you do in my dreams.”

His dreams, huh? You’ve wondered how many times you’ve shown up. “Let me guess, am I strangling you?”

Namjoon sits up, pushing himself off the bed to stand. It forces you to take a step back. There’s a moment of silence before he speaks, “Actually, you’re the one who likes it, remember? Not me, princess.”

You’re inches away from him and you hope he doesn’t see you visibly gulp. It’s like everything is stripped away when Namjoon’s around. As much as you try to hide it, you hope he can’t see through your bullshit.

Clicking your tongue, you try to compose yourself, tilting your head as you gaze into those dragon eyes. “Keep dreaming, Joonie because that’s the closest you’ll ever come to fucking me.”

“Again—” he corrects you. His gaze turns dark as he scans you from head to toe. He grasps your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Come on, love. Don’t you want another taste?”

You roll your eyes, pushing away his hand. “Another taste of Kim Namjoon?” you tut. “Please—I eat boys like you for breakfast.”

A stupid grin spreads across Namjoon’s face. His scent invades your space again, making you step back. “Well, I’ll be sure to serve you breakfast in bed tomorrow. I hear the sausage is great.”

You huff a breath, glaring at the tall, beefy man. “I swear to god, Kim Namjoon if you don’t stay on your side of the bed—there’s gonna be hell to pay!”

Namjoon puts his hands up in defeat. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll keep my package safe, but it's cute you think your mouth is big enough for me.” He raises a brow, gently nibbling on his bottom lip.

You scoff. “Don’t flatter yourself, Joon. Always talking a big game, but you gotta put your money where your mouth is love.” You almost retch as the last word rolls off your tongue.

The night you slept with Namjoon was a hazy one. You blame the wine that was coursing through your veins and the critique you received from your professor—it messed with your head and you wanted nothing more than to get your mind off it. Namjoon was in the right place at the right time—annoying you like always. Naturally, he wouldn’t shut up, so you shut him up. One thing led to another and before you knew it, you had slept with your rival.

Walking away, you grab your bag, breathing a sigh of relief once you’re out of the room. It’s a stupid game the two of you have played since college—he riles you up, and you retaliate, but you would try your best to not let him get to you. 

You spent the last few hours sitting in the hotel’s bar, with headphones on as you clicked and clacked away at your laptop, finally getting your thoughts onto this Word document. There’s no music playing. You wanted to drown out the noise of the crowd.

As you’re facing out toward the lobby, you look up, glimpsing the bane of your existence, Kim Namjoon. You watch as he makes his way out of the hotel lobby, and now is your chance to sneak back up to the room and have some quiet for once.

When Namjoon’s out of view, you gather your things, making your way back up. As the door closes, a breath expels from your lips and you can finally breathe again.

Sitting down at the small table, your stomach growls, a reminder that you had ignored for the past hour because this presentation was more important than nourishment. You’re more than halfway finished, and your reward would be a delicious meal.

It’s nearly 9 o’clock, and your meal is nowhere in sight. The outline is finished, talking points are ready to go, but your laptop is dead, and with your luck, you forgot to pack the charger.

You want nothing more than to disappear and crawl into a hole and never come out of it. You’re ready to jump ship without a lifejacket—it’s practically what you’re doing going into this presentation. If only you had more time to prep instead of being thrown into this so last minute. Maybe you shouldn’t have told your boss you’re always ready for whatever’s thrown your way.

The rumbling in your stomach continues, but you’d rather wallow in self-deprecating thoughts than fill your belly with a delicious meal.

Why can’t things go your way for once?

As you’re sitting on the couch beside the window, a sprinkle of rain falls, and it’s perfect, actually–matching your exact mood. You place your chin against the jade-green velvet-colored couch, breathing a sigh of frustration.

How are you meant to get others to care when you're apathetic about why you got into this profession in the first place? You remember discovering your first author and how they made you kick your feet and giggle all night. The feeling of watching someone grow from a small audience into a commercial success made you love your job, and when you and an author are on the same wavelength and both so passionate about a story? You were unmatched when the stars aligned.

But this trip was a different story. You had been working with this author, but Ms. Davis asked Namjoon to chime in, and once something is in Namjoon’s hands, it’s never yours again. It was like a repeat of your college years.

So when Ms. Davis asked you to fill in for Namjoon, you jumped at the chance because you had missed this story and this author, and you hoped Namjoon didn’t distort the beautiful story and world that she had built. You get why everyone fawns over Namjoon. Admitting it crushes your soul just a tad, but he’s smart, charming, suave, and not that bad to look at. You just wished he’d let you have a win now and again. You’re tired of being second best.

When you hear a beep from the door, you sigh, throwing your head back. You don’t acknowledge your roommate for the night and instead focus on the rain droplets hitting the window. Pulling your knees toward your chest, your arms rest on them along with your head as you stare outside. You’re not in the mood to deal with Namjoon right now.

A delectable aroma fills your nose when Namjoon’s presence occupies your space. He sets something next to your feet while on the couch. You look at the box and then at him.

“What’s this?”

“You need to eat.”

“I already ate,” you lie, and your stomach growled, loud enough you’re sure Namjoon heard it too. You make a face, clenching your stomach, hoping it doesn’t do it again.

“Just eat,” he says, bending down to grab the box for you.

“Is this your way of poisoning me, so you can do the presentation tomorrow?”

Namjoon scoffs. “No, actually. It’s me being a decent human being. I saw you at the bar, and I know how you are when you’re in work mode. You forget to eat.”

There’s a fire rising in your chest, and you want nothing more than to be left alone. “I didn’t think the devil had a heart,” you quip back. It’s easier when he isn’t, makes you feel less of an ass—and so much for not being in the mood to argue.

He tuts. “Why are you always like this? Even when we were in school together. You’ve always hated me.”

Maybe it’s how everything’s been handed to him on a silver platter–like how he doesn’t have to work his ass off just to get a sliver of recognition. Maybe it’s because he could be the good guy, but he chooses otherwise. Maybe it’s because somehow he always shows up wherever you are, ready to take things from you.

“I don’t have to explain myself to you.”

“Fine, starve. I don’t even know why I tried.”

You groaned. “Can you just go away? You’re so annoying.”

“Me? Annoying? You’ve had a stick up your ass ever since you saw me on the plane, and I haven’t done shit to you. I’m here out of courtesy for our boss. What am I supposed to do? Say no?”

“Yeah! You should’ve.”

Namjoon shakes his head. “God–there’s no winning with you, is there?”

You ignore his comment, shifting in your seat, eyes focused on the rain again.

His jaw clenched as he backed off. “I was trying to be nice–break the ice, but it’s useless when I keep hitting a wall with you. See you later. I need a drink.”

Your eyes squeeze shut when the door slams. Sometimes you wonder if you’re too harsh or if you channeled your hatred toward something else, if it would benefit you more. But this was the circus of you and Namjoon–mortal rivals, nothing less, nothing more.

It’s well past midnight when you illuminate your phone for the third time. You’ve been tossing and turning, panicking about tomorrow’s presentation. Maybe you’d have to forgo using a slideshow and go off your outline. Graphic design isn’t your passion anyway because Canva was your best friend for presentation templates.

You had prepared yourself for having to share a bed with Namjoon, but you can’t help but notice that he hasn’t returned from wherever he went. You wonder if this was it–if it was the final straw for him, with you and your bitchy attitude.

As you’re on your phone, going over your outline, a beep from the door alerts you that Namjoon is back. You quickly stuff your phone underneath your pillow, turning in the opposite direction with your back facing him.

“Yeah, mom. Don’t worry. I’ll be back.” His voice softens when he sees the lights are out.

An indistinct voice is heard from the other end, but you close your eyes, pretending to be fast asleep.

“Yes, I have it on my calendar and already asked for the days off. I’ll be back before your surgery.”

You feel bad listening in on his conversation and even worse when you realize his mother is having surgery.

Namjoon hums. “I love you too, Mom. I’ll see you next week. Mm–bye.”

He sets his phone down and cards his hand through his dark hair, but it softly falls back in place. You can hear him ruffling through his bag before he walks off to what you guess is the bathroom to wash up.

You turn over when there’s a sudden ache in your side. Your eyes open to see the light shining from underneath the door, and he’s pacing around as he brushes his teeth.

When the water shuts off, he opens the door, turning off the light. The darkened curtains eliminate all light sources in the room, save for the bit peeking through from the moonlight shining on him, revealing his broad shoulders and honey-skin chest. Thank god it’s dark, otherwise if Namjoon saw you ogling him, he’d have a field day. But the gawking ends when he slips on a shirt.

You shift back to the side that’s still aching and Namjoon slips under the cover, keeping his distance. You’re facing away from him, and you can’t help but hear the frustration when he huffs a breath.

Of course, the stupid ache doesn’t dissipate, and you’re back on your side, facing Namjoon. You peek an eye open. His phone is dimly lit before he turns it off, setting it on his chest. Both of his hands are laced behind his head as he stares at the ceiling, and you’re fighting the urge to say something.

What you overheard was personal, something you weren’t meant to hear. After all these years of being academic rivals and co-workers, you knew little about his life except that he was a trust fund baby and had a younger sister.

“Namjoon?” You quietly croak out.

He quickly gazes in your direction. “Sorry—did I wake you? I didn’t mean to.”

“No, I couldn’t sleep, and then I heard you come in.”

A muttered apology escapes his lips along with ‘Night,’ as he turns on his side, facing away from you.

His demeanor is different, almost as if he’s let down his guard. You’ve never seen him distraught before.

“Namjoon?”

He hums but doesn’t turn around to face you.

“Is everything okay with your mom?”

Namjoon clears his throat. “Yeah, she’s okay. At least, I hope so.”

You’re nibbling on your bottom lip. “I couldn’t help but overhear she’s having surgery?”

“Oh—yeah, we, um, recently found out she has breast cancer and has to have a mastectomy.”

“Joon,” you utter. “I’m so sorry. Are you okay? How are you feeling?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he stammers, shifting himself into a more comfortable position. “Everything happened so fast, and I feel like I haven’t had time to process my thoughts. I’m trying my best to stay strong, you know?”

You place your hand under your cheek as you’re staring at his backside. The two of you stay silent for a moment.

“I get that,” you say, lying on your back, bringing the duvet to cover you. “Um, my mom also went through breast cancer a few years ago, if it’s any consolation, I suppose breast cancer is one of the better ones to have? If that’s such a thing—I mean, there’s a lot of research that’s gone into it, and there’s so much support out there if she wants it. So, um, yeah, just keep your head up. Your mom will be okay.”

Namjoon mumbles, “Thanks. I appreciate it.”

He doesn’t turn to you, and you don’t blame him. You have been a bit of an ass to him, but you’re not made of stone—there’s a heart buried somewhere inside.

Flipping on your side, your backs are facing one another, and you hear a sniffle. Immediately, you turn back, hesitant about being in this position. In the time you’ve known Namjoon, he’s never cried in front of you. There are more sniffles, and you can hear him holding back whatever’s caught in his throat.

Your heart’s racing, your breath is slow and controlled. You shift closer to him, removing the pillow you had placed in the middle to separate the two of you.

“Joon?”

He wipes his nose and clears his throat. “Yeah?”

“Would it be okay if I hugged you?”

Namjoon hums in agreement, and you take it upon yourself to inch closer to him. Somehow he seems so much smaller when you’re this close. You snake your arm underneath him, wrapping it around his waist, pressing your body against his. It takes a moment for him to register what’s happening, and then his hand finds yours, entwining them together.

You’ve been where he has and any kind of surgery is scary, especially when it’s a loved one. Your mind can only wander to the worst-case scenarios.

Your bodies are in sync as you can feel his chest rise and fall. But his breath is ragged and shaky. You suppose he’s fighting off any tears threatening to fall.

“You can tell me to fuck off.”

He chuckles. “No, I like this. It feels nice.”

Your mind finally settled during the night, and you could fall asleep. Namjoon’s snores were your alarm clock this morning. The weight of his arm draped over your waist. It was a familiar feeling—just like the day after you had slept with him. Only this time, all your clothes were on, and there was no accompanying headache.

Peering over your shoulder, he was still fast asleep, so this was your chance to sneak away. You were hoping to go over your presentation a few more times before your meeting today with the publisher. But as soon, as you decide to slip away, a buzzing from Namjoon’s side causes you to close your eyes and pretend like you weren’t trying to get up.

It buzzes a few times before Namjoon stirs awake, fumbling around to find his phone. “Hello?” he says in a groggy, raspy voice.

You shift away from him, snuggling underneath the duvet. The conversation is indistinct, and you can’t hear anything but Namjoon’s responses.

“Wait—” Namjoon sits up, turning away from you, his feet planted on the ground. “You want me to do what?”

He’s frustrated by whatever he was told.

“No, I can’t do that to her.” He quickly peers in your direction, and he sees you fast asleep. The voice on the other line continues along with Namjoon’s frustration. He’s rubbing his temple and sighs. “Please don’t make me do this. She already hates me as is.”

You can’t help but wonder who’s on the other line and who the ‘she’ is.

Namjoon shakes his head, and his voice quiets down. “She’s been working so hard on this presentation. I can’t just take this from her.”

Your heart sinks when you realize he’s talking about you. There’s no one else doing a presentation, and Namjoon was working with this author before they were handed back to you.

“Okay, okay. I’ll let her know,” he said dejectedly. Namjoon doesn’t even say goodbye. He’s crouched over, elbows on his knees as his head hangs low.

The soft chimes of your alarm go off. You wait a few seconds before reaching for your phone to silence it. Sitting up, you glance over at Namjoon who’s looking right at you.

“Morning. I hope I didn’t wake you.”

“No, my alarm woke me up,” you say before flipping the duvet over. You stand, smoothing down your hair. “Big presentation today. I should get ready for the day.”

You’re ready to run to the bathroom, but Namjoon stops you. “Um, about that.”

Slowly, you turn to him. “What about it?”

Namjoon’s hands are entwined, and his thumbs fiddled out of nervousness. “Ms. Davis called and wants me to do the presentation.”

You suck in your lower lip, gently chewing on it. “But I worked on it like a madwoman last night. Why would Ms. Davis ask me to do it and then go back to asking you?”

A buzzing from your phone interrupts you. The screen flashes ‘Ms. Davis.’ You peer at Namjoon, then answer the phone. “Hello? Ms. Davis?”

“Good morning, ____. I hope you slept well.”

You hum in response.

“I know I asked you to go to New York, but now that Namjoon is there. I think it’ll be better if he does the presentation. He just has a way with words, and I think he’ll be able to land this deal, don’t you think?”

Namjoon avoids your gaze by scrolling on his phone. You remember Namjoon’s words from the day before, ‘What Ms. Davis wants, Ms. Davis gets.’

You take a moment before responding. “Why yes, Ms. Davis, I agree. Namjoon would be perfect for this presentation.”

She continues about supporting him in whatever way he needs today, and you’re seething like a teakettle that’s ready to burst. You agree with everything she says.

“Mmhm, yes. I’ll make sure he has everything he needs.”

You bid her a chipper farewell before hanging up. Your phone’s clenched in your hand, and your chest is heaving. Thoughts are running rampant—you’re ready to quit on the spot.

Licking your lips, you look at Namjoon. “Well, good luck with your presentation today. Don’t ruin it for our author and Ms. Davis.”

Namjoon shakes his head. “No–you worked hard on it. You should do it.”

You scoff. “Don’t act like you don’t want to take this from me, Joon. It’s what you’re good at. You always get your way—just like when we were in school and now even at work. No matter how hard I work for everything, you’re there to reap the reward.”

His jaw clenches. He stands, walking to you. “You’re so fucking exhausting,” he spits out. “You think I’m some guy who’s out to get you or wants the worst for you–it’s like whatever preconceived notion you’ve fabricated has overlooked the fact that I’m a pretty decent guy if you could get past whatever thing that I’ve done to tick you off.” He sighs. “I’m telling you to do the presentation, but here you are blaming me.”

The warmth from his body is scorching as he nears you–it matches the energy firing inside you. Here he is, allowing you to shoot your shot, but you’re stubborn and temperamental.

Your gaze pierces through him. “Do whatever you want, Joon. I quit.”

Quickly, you gather your things, stuffing them into your carry-on. You know how ridiculous it sounds, but Kim Namjoon tends to bring out your foolishness. You’ve had seven years of him right by your side, which was too many for you. Maybe it was time to find a private island with no form of communication to escape him.

Namjoon doesn’t stop you, he lets you leave. He knows how strong-willed you are and once you’ve decided, there’s no changing it.

You wash up in the hotel lobby’s restroom, rushing off to nowhere because well–you had quit and home was two hours away by flight and it wasn’t leaving until tonight.

Cars and buses screech to a halt along with the sounds of never-ending honking. Chattering from tourists and bicyclists whiz by your side. There’s never a dull moment so you can get your head on straight. 

A buzzing from your bag goes unnoticed because you’re too busy figuring out the next steps. You don’t know what you’re doing. Quitting, so suddenly? Was it out of spite? If you couldn’t even handle Namjoon, how would you handle the next prick that came along? 

You held your arm out, trying to hail a cab, but no one stopped. Well, it was probably the worst time to grab one, anyway. Checking your phone, you noticed a missed call and a voicemail, and it wasn’t from anyone you were expecting.

It was from Noa Skye, the author you were trying to get published.

“Hey ____. I know I’ve been working with Namjoon for the last several months, but when I heard that you’re doing the meeting with HarperCollins instead, I screamed! I know you’ll be able to pitch my book well because you love this story as much as I do. So, yeah, I just wanted to call and wish you good luck. You’re going to do great. Talk to you soon!”

Your heart sank to your stomach when you heard Noa’s voicemail. It was true–you loved her story, and you wanted the entire world to read it so they could laugh and cry along with you. Her book deserved to be on bookshelves and New York’s best-seller list.

Should you buck up the courage and walk in with your head held high? And for once, maybe Namjoon was right–that you were looking for someone to blame and he was conveniently the scapegoat.

Noa deserved better than this ongoing battle between you and Namjoon; maybe more you than him–but regardless, you needed to set aside your ego for the sake of your author.

Huffing out a deep breath, you pulled your hair back, ready to fight for this presentation.

Namjoon was typing furiously, looking through his previous notes on Noa’s novel. He wished he had spoken to you about what you had outlined to get a better grasp. You and Noa had been working on her novel for a couple of months before Namjoon came into the picture. Surely, he knew how to charm the pants off publishers, but sometimes he felt like you captured the heart of these stories better than he did.

You’re jabbing the number seven several times, encouraging the elevator doors to close. Looking at your phone, there’s half an hour before the presentation. You hoped it was enough time to sort things out with Namjoon and go over your outline.

Turning the corner, you find Namjoon sitting with a laptop. He looks up, almost relieved when he sees you, but of course, he doesn’t make it known.

“Thought you quit,” he says when you’re near.

You flash a thin smile, sitting beside him. “I never waste a moment where I can rescue you, because it looks like you need my help.” A glimpse of a nearly empty page proves your point.

In normal Namjoon fashion, he’s ready to bite back, but he holds his tongue. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes. “You can say ‘thanks’ and I’ll call it even.” He mumbles something indistinct and you cup your hand up to your ear. “I’m sorry. I can’t hear you over the sound of your ego.”

His shoulders slump, and he cocks his head. “Thanks, ___. I owe you one.”

Wiggling in your chair, you’re smiling proudly because this is the first genuine show of gratitude from Kim Namjoon.

“Here’s what I have. Can you tell me what you and Noa have been working on?”

Even without visuals, you felt the presentation went well and did Noa justice with her novel. Namjoon was another surprise. He didn’t interrupt, waited until you finished before adding in his two cents.

Although the presentation and trip to New York were short and sweet, it was eye-opening for you because you had been toying with the idea of opening up a literary agency. The sound of being your own boss sounded lovely.

“We did good, huh?” Namjoon says as he stands beside you.

“We?” You quirk an eyebrow.

He tilts his head. “You. You did a good job.”

You stand proud outside of the hotel’s driveway as the two of you wait for an Uber. “I know. I always save the day.”

Namjoon chuckles. “Well, have a good flight back home.”

Whipping your head back to him, your brows stitched in confusion. “Are you not going back to Chicago?”

He shakes his head. “My mom’s surgery got moved up, so I’m flying straight to Seoul. I’ll be back in Chicago in two weeks.”

“Oh,” you mumble. “I hope everything goes well.”

“Thanks,” he flashes a small smile. A car pulls up to him. “Looks like my ride's here. I’ll see you.”

Namjoon grabs his carry-on, ready to leave, but you stop him. “Joon–” He turns back around. “I’m sorry about what happened this morning. You’re right. I haven’t treated you nicely and have blamed you for a lot of things over the years, and it’s no one’s fault, but my own. I hope things go well with your mom, and if you ever need anyone to talk to, you can call me.”

He lets out a soft chuckle. “Call you, hmm?”

“You know what I mean.”

“I don’t, actually.”

“Just–” you groan. “You know what? Never mind. I don’t even know why I tried.”

Namjoon lets go of his carry-on and walks back to you. “I’m messing with you.” He chuckles lowly, taking another step closer to you. He lifts your chin with his forefinger, his dragon eyes gazing into yours. “It’s our thing, isn’t it? You hate me, I hate you. We find some kind of common ground, then fall in love. Isn’t that in all the books we read?”

You lick your lips and nod, pointing to yourself. “Me? Fall in love with you? Don’t push your luck, Joon.”

read 'under the mistletoe' (a don't push your luck drabble)

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hehe yessss! they're out on their own but it definitely has its challenges. we'll get to see it in another drabble.

under the mistletoe | knj

Kim Namjoon is a sneaky one when it comes to celebrating the Holidays.

❄️ title: under the mistletoe | a don't push your luck drabble ❄️ pairing: namjoon x f!reader ❄️ genre/au: fluff | ex college rivals, co-workers, frenemies ❄️ rating: pg | ❄️ word count: 1.3k ❄️ warnings: jokes about harassment in the workplace, teasing, kissing ❄️ a/n: it's the holiday szn and i was feeling festive. this is the 'don't push your luck' couple but it can be read as a standalone. enjoy.

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“I never figured you were someone who loved the holiday season.”

The office looks like elves came in and sprinkled Christmas magic overnight. There's fake snow fluff, bottle brush Christmas trees, and even stockings with your and Namjoon's initials embroidered.

You like the holiday season–you do, minus the endless hours of Christmas music. You can only hear ‘Rocking Around the Christmas Tree' so many times before you wanna hurl. A tradition you do love is watching Home Alone 2 on the day of along with the fireplace on and cozy blanket.

Namjoon turns to you after hanging up the last ornament. “Yeah, I mean, we don’t celebrate it back home in Seoul, but once I moved to Chicago…” He shrugs. “It grew on me.”

You eye him up and down. “Has Kim Namjoon gone soft? Who are you?”

He narrows his eyes, twisting his mouth. “I can be a Grinch instead,” he huffs as he returns to take out pieces of a toy train track.

Shaking your head, you protest, “No, no, no. We’re finally getting along—semi-getting along without going at each other’s throats. I’ll be nice. I promise.”

“You? Nice? It must be a Christmas miracle,” Namjoon teases, placing the train tracks along the top of the cubicle walls.

“Shut up–you’re the one that should be nice since I’m your boss now.”

Namjoon makes a face. “Is this how you treat your partner in crime? By telling them to ‘shut up’? I’d call that harassment.”

You open your mouth and close it again. He got you there. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

Working alongside Namjoon isn't new, but you and him being partners are. The two of you left your previous company and had the ridiculous idea of going into publishing together. Granted, Namjoon knew the business side and you had the heart of the company–what else could go wrong besides the fact that he still loved to push your buttons and tease you about the last work trip the two of you were on.

The corner of Namjoon’s lips curves into a smile. “Should we hug it out? Hold on, let me turn around. I know how much you like being the big spoon.”

You ball your hands into a fist, ready to fight Kim Namjoon. He laughs, walking away to spread Christmas cheer around the office.

“Don’t make me regret asking you to come work for me!” You yell in his direction.

“With you!” He quips while laying down the rest of the tracks for the toy train.

The risks of having Namjoon as your business partner were high, but you were hoping the outcome would outweigh it all.

After countless meetings with investors and prospective authors, you wanted nothing more than to put on fuzzy socks and curl up in bed with a cheesy Hallmark film to put you to sleep. But with the holidays, no one wanted to talk about money because they were too busy spending it.

“I’m tapping out for the day,” you say as you stand up and peer over at Namjoon. 

He’s hanging up another string of cut-out paper snowflakes. Namjoon stops in his tracks, setting down the garland he’s created. “I’ll walk you out.”

With knitted brows and a frown, you’re wondering what’s gotten into him. He’s never once walked you out of the building. You don’t deny the offer because you’re already defeated from the day and don’t have the energy to bicker with him.

He follows you out, standing beside you as the elevator arrives. Silence fills the steel box trapping you and Namjoon before he breaks it.

“Any fun plans tonight?”

You slowly turn your head, narrowing your eyes at the tall giant. “What’s it to you?” Honestly, he’s never been so interested in your life before. Why start now? Is it because you have to work together as partners?

He glances in your direction then turns away to face the elevator doors. “Just making small talk,” he shrugs, placing his hands behind his back.

“Uh huh…”

Namjoon clears his throat out of nervousness. “You did great today in the meetings. I think we’ll have them all on board in no time.”

Is Kim Namjoon complimenting you? Such words have never rung sweeter in your ears.

“You weren’t so bad yourself. Surely, you charmed the panties off Mrs. Park.” The obvious flirting between the two made you want to gag.

A strangled noise comes from Namjoon as he dismisses your comment. The elevator comes to a stop and dings, with the door opening to the parking garage.

You’re ready to step out when you feel a grip on your wrist. Your heart flutters at the sudden contact and you gulp hard at his warm hand against your skin.

“I wanted to see if you’d want to go to a Christmas party with me tonight.”

Is Kim Namjoon asking to be seen with you in public? Why must there be some kind of magic in the air or did he hit himself too hard with a dumbbell?

“I don’t think I’ll be good company, especially at a party.”

The elevator doors begin to close, but you hit the button to keep it open.

“You can be my excuse to leave,” he explains.

Your mouth hangs open before responding. “Is that all I’m good for? Being your excuse?”

The doors threaten to close again and you attempt to hit the button to stay open, but Namjoon beats you to the ‘close’ button instead.

“Say yes.”

“Or what?” You deadpan, cocking your head to the side.

“Or else I’ll kiss you.”

Your eyes widen at his comment and before you know it, Namjoon closes the distance between you, cupping your face, and presses his lips against yours. You’re tempted to pull away and say that you should keep your relationship professional, but your body betrays you as you drop your bag, and wrap your arms and shoulders, deepening the kiss. His lips are soft and delicate, like how you remember them. He pulls back, and you can feel a smile as he returns for another kiss. Your fingers become entangled in his hair, lightly scratching his scalp. Namjoon traces your spine and presses his body as close as he can, causing a shiver to run through your body.

It’s easier to tell how aroused he’s become, and you’d be embarrassed if his thighs were to become slotted between your legs. And in no way, have you ever thought about riding his thighs.

“Namjoon…” You’re finally able to croak out. He hums, placing kisses along your jawline, and down the column of your neck. “What are we doing?”

“Kissing…obviously.”

He’s a smart ass, and he knows it, but that’s also something you’ve come to appreciate.

“I know, but—why, right now?”

The elevator number lights up, and you realize it’s being utilized by someone else.

Namjoon pulls back and stands tall, straightening his tie. He clears his throat, “I—um…” He looks up, and your gaze follows him to the small green plant that’s hanging decorated with a red bow—a mistletoe.

The two of you let out a soft laugh, trying to regain whatever dignity is left.

“You didn’t put that there, did you?”

He points to himself. “Me? Pfft—why would I do that?”

With the long relationship you’ve had, you can always tell when he’s lying.

The lift moves, highlighting the floor it’s going to.

You stride toward Namjoon, gazing into his dragon eyes, then dropping to his plush lips and back up. “Will I find mistletoes around the office now?”

A ding resounds, but you hold the ‘close’ button, waiting for Namjoon’s answer. A beat passes, and it’s the first time he doesn’t have a cheeky response ready. So you do the only sensible thing—kiss him again.

“What was that for?” He asks, scanning your face.

“We are under the mistletoe.” A chuckle leaves your lips. “Well, it was either you kiss me or I’d have to attend a dreadful Christmas party with you.”

“So, you’re not coming?”

“Wouldn’t you rather come to my place instead?”

Namjoon raises an eyebrow. “I won’t object to that.”

read > pitch fest (a don't push your luck drabble)

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Lissa, I’m blussshingggg. Your review is too kind. Thank you so much for reading and loving this couple as much as I do.

Joon knew what he was doing when he was massaging her—getting her all hot and bothered (no, cause same, I need some too Joonie).

Ah, thank you for the compliment hehe. It’s a trick a friend ( @alphabetboyluvr ) helped introduce to me, so I have her to thank <3 Writing smut has never come easy, so this means a lot to me. I really love reading your reviews and this one is definitely the highlight of my day <3

late nights | knj

summary: late nights with namjoon turn into a heated session when you’re in need of a stress-reliever.

✨ title: late nights (don't push your luck couple) ✨ pairing: namjoon x f!reader ✨ genre/au: pwp, smut, co-workers, enemies to (maybe) lovers ✨ rating: R (MDNI!!) | ✨ word count: 2.9k ✨ warnings: cursing, fingering, oral (m. & f. receiving), orgasm denial, unprotected penetrative sex, (some) begging, use of pet names (baby, darling), both are playful in their words but ofc there are feelings ✨ author's note: after watching the rpwp docu, i haven't been able to stop thinking about this man 🫦 so here's a horny word vomit. excuse my writing because it's been a minute, so i apologize in advance if it's no good 🙃 i'm also tagging @kingofbodyrolls bc i promised i would when this came out <3 <3

[ SERIES MASTERLIST ] | previous ~ pitch fest

Late nights with Namjoon were becoming a regular affair—for work, not for play, at least for tonight.

The pair of you crunching numbers and proposing an improved business plan for next week’s investors meeting had your panties in a twist. The past year in publishing proved to be a lot harder than expected—you didn’t realize how tough this industry was without a big name behind you.

Your nose is scrunched and your eyes are focused as you’re furiously scanning the presentation for errors. Namjoon stares you down then covers your hands with his. “Your eyes are going to pop out of your head if you don’t slow down.”

“We have too much to lose. This presentation has to be perfect or else we’ll lose the company.” As you continue on, ensuring the slides are flawless, you can only feel Namjoon’s dragon eyes burning through you.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like you’re gonna eat me.”

Namjoon chuckles and leans forward. “Because I do—want to eat you.”

You’re not gonna lie—your panties are twisted because of this presentation, but now they’re soaked too. You hate how easily you crumble under his words, but you won’t let him see just how easily you can come undone.

“I’m gonna kick you out of my place if you don’t stop,” you threaten, continuing to type away.

The wooden chair legs scraped against the hardwood floor as Namjoon stood up, his footsteps echoing behind you as he walked closer. “What exactly are you working on anyway?” he asks, leaning down so close you can smell the cologne that you love on him.

Clearing your throat, you reply with a gulp, “Just…the presentation.”

Honestly, you’ve spent too much time finding the perfect font, but does it really matter at this point? Investors won’t give you money because they liked your presentation looks, it’s about how much they’ll have in their pockets.

His presence overwhelms every hair on your body, and when his hands begin to massage your shoulders, you’re practically melting into a puddle. “You’re so tense.”

One hand continues to rub circles on your nape, causing you to groan. “Fuck…” you hiss when he reaches a knot. “Joon…” you whine.

He hums, then proceeds down your spine. The pads of his fingers wrap around your torso, dangerously close to the underside of your breasts. You’re already imagining him taking a handful and giving them a good squeeze.

Your eyes flutter shut as he continues. His thumbs pressing deeply into your back—you’re convinced he’ll leave marks just like how you do to him. It’s embarrassing when you see the red scratch marks peeking from under his dress shirt at work, however it does give you the satisfaction when he meets with an attractive author or investor and they just happen to see it as well. You’re petty and you know it.

The soft groans escaping your lips are undignified. But it goes to show just how much stress you’ve been under—you’re like a volcano bubbling, getting ready to burst and overflow, overtaking everything surrounding you, and Namjoon is the not-so-innocent bystander.

His lips barely touch the shell of your ear and he asks in a low whisper, “You okay?”

You’re not okay. You need more.

More of him. Touching you everywhere. Having you in any way that he wants. You’ll do anything no questions asked.

Your dignity—nonexistent.

Your morals, values—what the hell is that?

You need Kim Namjoon to fulfill every single fantasy you’ve had and it’s more than you like to admit.

And before you know it, your hands cover his, tugging them forward, encouraging him to do as he pleases, and he does so willingly. With ragged breaths, you relish in his touch, softly uttering his name under your breath.

Namjoon leans down from behind, kissing your shoulders and squeezing your breasts. A small whimper leaves your lips as his big, warm hand reaches down your top to the pert, pebbled nipple just aching for more of him.

You’re well aware of your actions when you chose to wear your dusty blue pajamas that match perfectly. The bow tie top is overly available for Namjoon to access. You noticed his eyes wandering throughout the night, and now you’re ready for him to strip you bare.

His plush lips leave trails of kisses down your neck, making you lean back into him. 

“Joon…” You’re embarrassed at how easily his name rolls off your tongue—maybe you’ve been practicing too much at night by yourself.

He hums before kissing your shoulders and pulling your top to feel the warmth of your skin beneath his mouth. When you turn around to look for his lips, they are drawn to each other like magnets and refuse to part. You stand, snaking your arms around his frame.

Namjoon breaks the kiss, causing you to groan. “I like you like this.”

“Like what?” you ask with an exasperated sigh.

“Whiny. Needy.” He smirks, knowing he has you wrapped around his finger, though you’d rather have something else wrapped around his finger at the moment.

“Shut up and kiss me already.”

He leans in, his lips ghost over yours, barely touching. He’s teasing, wanting you to beg for it, but you don’t give in. You swipe your tongue against his bottom lip, hoping he caves and gives you what you want. He smiles against your lips, his warm breath fanning you.

“Impatient, are we?” he murmurs, his voice low and husky. You can feel the rumble of his words against your chest, sending a shiver down your spine. Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging gently, urging him closer. He resists, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze. His eyes are dark with desire, a challenge he wants to win.

“Maybe,” you breathe, refusing to give him the satisfaction of admitting how much you want this—him.

Namjoon chuckles. His hand slides up underneath your top, fingertips tracing your spine. “Tell me what you want,” he whispers, lips brushing against your ear.

Your breath catches in your throat as his fingers dance along your skin. The heat of his body, the teasing touches, it’s all too much, making it hard to string along coherent words.

“You,” you finally admit, your voice barely above a whisper. “I want you, Joon.”

His smile widens, triumphant yet tender. “Was that so hard?” he teases, but there’s a gentleness to his tone that makes your heart flutter.

Before you can respond, his lips crash against yours, passionate and demanding. The kiss is everything you’ve been craving—hot, deep, and overwhelming. Your fingers tighten in his hair as you pull him closer, eliminating any remaining space between your bodies.

His hand at your back presses you firmly into him, and you’re savoring the fact that his erection is throbbing against you. He wants you just as much as you want him.

When you finally break apart, both gasping for air, his forehead rests against yours.

“Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting to fuck you tonight?,” he utters, his voice rough with lust. His hands roam your body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. You arch into his touch, craving more.

“Cocky, are we?” you challenge, your hands sliding down to his throbbing cock, giving it a good squeeze. “Just because I want you doesn't mean I wanna fuck you. What if I just wanna cuddle?” you utter the worst lie known to man. Joon knows all your bullshit.

He growls low in his throat, the sound sending a jolt of electricity through your body. “Yeah? Don't want me to fuck you, hm?”

In one fluid motion, he lifts you, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. He carries you toward the bedroom, his strong arms supporting you effortlessly. As he lowers you onto the soft sheets, his dragon eyes never leave yours, burning into you with an intensity.

Your hand toys with the end of the tie on your top, slowly undoing them, slipping the top off your shoulders, revealing your breasts. This isn’t your first time sleeping with Namjoon, but somehow you feel even more exposed. You’ve denied your feelings for so long, and you think you’re ready to bear it all. Maybe even give him a piece of your heart.

“Thought you didn’t want me to fuck you?” He asks, voice proud as he cocks his head.

His eyes don’t wander down to your chest—not yet, they’re still fixated on you. He removes his sweatshirt, exposing his taut and toned body, and the black Calvin Klein briefs shouldn’t be affecting you, but they are. His gray sweats sit low on his waist, and you want nothing but to tear it off of him.

The outline of his erection is demanding attention from you—eyes, mouth, and hands ready to feast upon the dessert you skipped tonight. You’re greedy. You don’t want to share with anyone, but you won’t let him know just how urgently your mouth wants to be wrapped around his cock.

You reach out, fingers grazing the waistband of his sweats. His breath hitches as you slowly pull them down, revealing more of those tempting briefs. Your mouth waters at the sight of his impressive bulge straining against the fabric. “Joon, fuck me or leave,” you demand, voice thick with need.

He steps out of the sweats, kicking them aside before joining you on the bed. His weight dips the mattress as he hovers over you. He leans down, tugging your pajama pants off. His hand traces the curve of your waist, and his finger is hooked underneath your lace undies.

His fingers tease along the edge of your lace underwear, sending sparks of electricity through your body. You arch into his touch, silently begging for more. Namjoon’s eyes darken as he watches your reaction, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

“So responsive,” he murmurs, voice husky with desire. “I love how your body reacts to me.”

Slowly, torturously, he peels the lace down your legs, his fingers igniting glowing particles along your soft skin. You lift your hips to help him, desperate to feel his skin against yours. As he tosses the underwear aside, his gaze roams over your now fully naked body, appreciation and hunger evident in his eyes.

“Fuck—you’re so beautiful,” he breathes, leaning down to kiss your collarbone. His lips trail lower down your chest. When he reaches your breast, he takes a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud.

You gasp, arching into him as pleasure courses through you. Your fingers tangle in his hair, holding him close as he lavishes attention on your breasts. His hand slides down the expanse of your stomach, teasing along your inner thigh before finally touching where you need him most.

A moan escapes your lips as his fingers explore your wet folds. He groans against your skin, clearly pleased by how aroused you are for him.

“So wet for me already?” His thumb finds your clit, circling it slowly as he slides a finger inside you.

“Ah!” you gasp, hips bucking against his hand. The dual sensation of his fingers working you and his mouth on your breast is overwhelming.

Namjoon lifts his head, eyes dark with lust as he watches you writhe underneath his touch. He adds a second finger, curling them inside you as his thumb continues its maddening circles.

“That’s it, baby.”

Your body arches off the bed as pleasure builds within you. Namjoon’s skilled fingers work you closer and closer to the edge, but it’s not enough. You need more. You need him. Inside you.

“Joon,” you pant, tugging at his hair to get his attention. You no longer care about your pride. “Please, I need you inside me.”

He looks up, shaking his head. “Not yet, baby,” he says, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. “I want to taste you first.”

Before you can say anything, his mouth is on you, tongue laving through your folds. You cry out, hands fisting in the sheets as he devours you. You moan louder, uninhibited, as he brings you closer to the edge. Your hands clutch at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.

“Please,” you whimper, not even sure what you’re begging for.

He seems to understand, and with a final, deep thrust of his fingers, he withdraws them, leaving you aching and empty.

Fucking Namjoon. Of course, he doesn’t finish the job.

There’s a devious smirk on his face. He knows what he’s doing.

He removes his briefs, his impressive length springing free. You reach for him, wrapping your hand around his length and giving him a few slow strokes.

Namjoon groans at your touch, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment. You flick your tongue before kissing the tip of his cock. Your lips wrap around him, taking him deeper, savoring the weight of him on your tongue. His hands tangle in your hair as you bob your head, alternating between long, slow strokes and quick, teasing licks.

“Fuck,” he groans, his hips jerking slightly. “Your mouth feels so good, baby.”

You hum around him, the vibrations making him shudder. His grip on your hair tightens, guiding your movements as you continue to pleasure him. You can feel him getting closer, his breathing becoming more ragged.

Just as you think he might finish, your pace fastens.

“Baby, baby, baby…” Namjoon stutters.

You continue to bring him to the brink before he has to pull away, making you pop off.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he rasps, leaning down to kiss you.

You can still taste yourself on his tongue, and it only heightens your arousal. Your hands roam his broad back, feeling the muscles beneath your fingertips.

“Condom?” he asks against your lips.

“I’m on the pill,” you breathe. “I want to feel all of you.”

It’s risky, you know that, but Namjoon is a risk you’re willing to take.

He groans, his forehead resting against yours. “Are you sure?”

You nod, pulling him closer. “I trust you.”

His eyes soften at your words because he knows you don’t give away your trust so easily.

He leans down, capturing your lips in a deep kiss, pouring every ounce of his emotion into it. You feel the head of his cock pressing against your entrance, and you arch your hips, begging him to hurry.

You both moan into the kiss, overwhelmed by the sensation when he finally pushes into you.

“Fuck—” he mutters. He pauses for a moment, his breaths slowing down. He knows he needs to pace himself or he won’t last long.

You wrap your legs around his waist, urging him deeper. Namjoon groans, burying his face in your neck as he begins to move. His thrusts are slow at first letting you adjust to his size, but soon pick up pace as your bodies find their rhythm.

“Could do this forever if you let me” he pants against your skin, nipping at your pulse point.

“Shut up.”

“Don't deny it, darling,” he persists with his teasing.

“Joon—shush!” You pull him down, crashing your lips against his, then you throw your head back, lost in the pleasure of having him inside you. Your nails rake down his back as he hits a particularly sensitive spot, causing him to hiss and thrust harder.

“Right there—” you gasp, holding in the moan you want to let out.

“Let me hear you,” he rasps.

Namjoon lifts his head, his dark eyes locking with yours as he continues to buck into you. The room fills with the sound of your moans, and the slap of skin on skin as he picks up the pace.

“Faster,” you plead, digging your heels into his lower back.

He obliges, his hips snapping against yours with increased fervor. The change in angle causes him to hit that spot deep inside you, making you roll your eyes back. It’s as if you’re flying through space, seeing stars go by as he pounds into you.

You feel the familiar tension building in your core, your body tightening around him. Namjoon seems to sense your approaching climax, his movements becoming more focused and deliberate.

“That’s it, baby,” he encourages, his voice strained with his own impending release. “Come for me.”

The pleasure builds inside you, coiling tighter and tighter with each thrust. Namjoon’s movements become more erratic, his breathing ragged against your neck.

“Joon,” you moan. “I’m so close…”

His hand snakes between your bodies, finding your sensitive bud and rubbing tight circles. The added stimulation pushes you over the edge, and you cry out his name as waves of pleasure crash over you.

Your walls clench around him, and Namjoon groans deeply, his rhythm faltering. With a few more thrusts, he buries himself deep inside you, his body shuddering as he finds his own release.

For a moment, you lie there, panting and intertwined. Namjoon’s weight on top of you is comforting, grounding.

But the moment doesn’t last long.

There’s a loud smack.

“Ow!” Namjoon exclaims, rubbing his shoulder as he rolls on the bed, laying next to you. “What was that for?”

“As if you don’t know!” You roll over, facing away from him.

He cuddles you from behind. “Is it because I didn’t let you finish?”

Your non-answer speaks volumes.

Namjoon chuckles, throwing himself back on the bed. “You said you wanted me inside you. I was only doing what you asked. Am I wrong?”

You turn to him. “I hate you…” you say, in a sing-song voice.

He pulls you on top of him. “Oh, it didn’t sound like you hated me earlier.”

“Shut up.”

“Make me,” he threatens, propping himself up on his elbows.

“Gladly,” you quip before kissing him.

You’re beginning to wonder if these late nights should move back to the office, so you don’t always end up sleeping with him. Regardless, you’re sure Namjoon will push his luck.

[btsgotjams27]

ugh—i love the small moments of these two.

haha i mean—she was trying to be strong, but it’s jeon jungkook! who would say no to him 🤪

fool for you ~ jjk | 2

Jungkook won't give up until you say yes.

✨ title: fool for you | ✨ pairing: jungkook x f!reader ✨ word count: 4.0k | ✨ rating: mature ✨ genre/au: fluff, angst | college, fake dating, strangers to friends to lovers ✨ warnings: language, alcohol consumption, peer pressure, reader gets drunk (pls drink responsibly), mentions of (sex, fingering, cheating, throwing up), smol kisses ✨ a/n: sooo it looks like this will be a five-part mini-series lol, and then istg this will be the last series i post on here. pls don't let this flop lol

[ SERIES MASTERLIST ] | prev | next ✨ part three

During Spring Break, all you could think about was Jeon Jungkook and how you had left him high and dry. What a lovely way to make an impression on him. You lie to him first, then practically ghost him. Lyla foolishly gave him your phone number, and he texted you a few times, but you never responded. You had no idea what to message back. The entire plan was done on the spur of the moment and never intended to become anything.

You would not do it again if you had the opportunity. You would have told Lyla she was insane and that you would be a hermit crab who would never come out of her shell. You couldn't figure out what made you think you had a chance with Jeon Jungkook. And kissing him in front of Lee Jieun, Captain of the cheer squad...maybe you should drop out of school and join the circus because you're a clown.

"What are you gonna do about Jungkook?" Lyla inquired as she packed the car, shifting bags around to make room for her belongings.

"Nothing," you casually stated. There was nothing that could be done about it. You went out on a limb because your best friend told you to, but Jungkook wasn't ready for a relationship, and you were certain he was still recovering from Jieun.

"You obviously piqued Jungkook's attention. Why don't you follow it and see where it leads?" Lyla is the optimist. You adored her, and she was always on your side.

See where it leads? You wouldn't claim to be on Jungkook's level, let alone his ideal type. You laughed at the thought. Your crush was just a crush - and you may have fantasized about him more than you should have or thought about him on lonely nights in the dorm room - but Jeon Jungkook being remotely interested in you? Only in your dreams.

"I truly think you've seen too many rom-coms, Ly, and enough about me. How about you, Namjoon? You've been texting him non-stop throughout the break. So much for friends with benefits.” You made fun of your best friend. Several times during the trip, you caught her smiling at her phone.

"Err-ugh-I might be in love with him," she admitted, burying her face in her hands.

In love? You've known Lyla for three years, and she's never said she loved anyone.

"Lyla? In love? Who are you, and what have you done with my best friend?" You teased her, pointing up and down. "I don't know this girl right here."

"Shut up, please. I'm unsure what will happen with Namjoon and me, but please stop! You're trying to avoid addressing Jungkook." Lyla came to a halt while maneuvering around the bags in the trunk and turned to face you. "Look, babe, you're a catch, and I know what you're thinking - that you're not good enough for him, which is a complete lie, by the way."

You hate to admit it, but Lyla hit the nail on the head, and it was exactly what you were thinking.

She captured your hand in hers. "You are beautiful, intelligent, funny, and a little nerdy. The list goes on, and if Jungkook doesn't see that in you, I'll be the first to tell you he's the biggest idiot alive, "Lyla said as she rubbed the back of your hand. "Don't downplay yourself, babe."

If there was someone you could always count on, it was Lyla.

But you were certain that when you returned to campus, you'd hear that Jungkook had a new girlfriend on his arm. Someone with his looks couldn't possibly go a week without hooking up with someone.

Back from break, the campus was swarming with students, and your only goal was to avoid Jeon Jungkook at all costs. Nobody could tell who you were because of the cap and dark sunglasses. Right?

When you walked into your hall's lobby, Jungkook sat on the couch, drumming the armrest as he looked around. You muttered a curse under your breath, covering your face with your hand as you turned the corner.

Even though Jungkook couldn't see you because of your disguise, he did see Lyla and Namjoon. He called out to them as he ran to catch up, but you had already dashed into your dorm room and shut the door behind you.

What could Jeon Jungkook possibly want? You knew you'd have to face him eventually; you'd prefer not to, but who were you kidding?

There was a knock on your door not five minutes later. You sighed, your shoulders slumped. It couldn't be anyone else because Lyla would have opened the door with her key. You closed your eyes and centered yourself with your hand on the knob before facing Jeon Jungkook. You've got it.

The one person you were hoping to avoid for the rest of your college career appeared right before you. Your lips thinned into a hesitant smile as you greeted Jungkook. Never in a million years would you expect him to pay you a visit outside your dorm. "Can I help you?"

He snickered at your sass. "Giving me the cold shoulder already? Didn't you ask me to hold your hand and kiss me just last week?" Jungkook sported a shit-eating grin on his face. "Can I come in?"

You let him in while holding the door open, removing your dreadful disguise and readjusting stray hairs. You quickly glanced at Jungkook, noticing him in one of his favorite outfits: a large black tee, gray sweatpants, and those stupid clear glasses you adored. Really though? And then there was his hair—his stupid hair, which was soft and fluffy. As if you hadn't already been through enough. You swear to God he was taking advantage of your crush on him, practically making you squirm whenever he was around.

Jungkook entered, leaning against Lyla's desk, his hands in his pockets. He licked his lips and tilted his head, watching as you sat on your bed.

"What?" You glared at him. "Why do you keep looking at me like that?"

He chuckled, finding your adorableness endearing. "How am I looking at you?"

Like you're about to eat me, you thought. "I—I don't know—just stop," you warned, making him laugh again. "What can I do for you?"

He was hoping you'd say yes to his question, but he had a feeling it would be harder to convince you otherwise. "Be my fake girlfriend."

That was brief and to the point. "Are you asking or demanding?" you asked, narrowing your eyes and crossing your arms at him. Jungkook was bold, that's for sure.

"Both," he said, making you roll your eyes at him.

"And why would I do that?"

"Because…" he trailed off, stepping closer towards you. "You owe me."

"Owe you for what exactly?" You challenged his demand.

"Well, for starters, I did hold your hand when you asked me even though you lied about having an ex," Jungkook stated.

You knew it would come back to bite you in the ass and it bit you hard. "That was completely innocent and harmless. It didn't hurt anyone."

"Come on, please? I'm tired of girls hounding me," he whined, stomping his feet.

"You could just say no to them," you suggested before standing up and walking over to your desk, where you began straightening the book stack. You would never agree to this. Fake girlfriend? Fake relationship? What would you gain from it?

"Yeah, but it would be easier if you just pretended to be my girlfriend, then it'd be a given, and all the hyenas would stay away from me."

You laughed as he compared the girls outside his dorm to hyenas. You came to a halt and turned around to face him. "Look, Jungkook, I'm flattered that you've come to me for help, but you've asked the wrong person. I'm sorry."

A few days went by without a word from Jungkook. Maybe he found another fake girlfriend, but he wasn't joking when girls constantly surrounded him, desperate for his attention. You'd see him walking around campus with girls hounding him, fearless in their pursuit of his next girlfriend. You can only imagine how exhausting it must be to have a swarm of hungry hyenas circling Jungkook.

Did you feel for Jungkook? Yes, but he was a big boy. He can handle it, and he doesn't need your help.

Just when you thought you'd heard the last of Jungkook. You were sorely mistaken. Every day, something new awaited you outside your dorm room.

Chocolates, flowers, balloons–all attached with a note, "Will you be my fake girlfriend?"

You didn't expect Jungkook to be so persistent with this. Was the crowd of girls outside his room really that bad? Regardless, you did not respond to his question, but you did accept all of the gifts. You weren't going to throw those away.

But you were overwhelmed and wanted to put an end to it. You marched up to Jungkook's dorm, knocked furiously, and when he didn't answer, you tried again. You sighed, irritated that he wasn't responding. "Ugh!" You sighed as you turned around to see a half-naked Jungkook. Water beads dripped from his dark curls onto his chest, down to his abs, and his white towel hung low on his hips, exposing his v-line.

"Fancy seeing you here," Jungkook smirked. He wasn't expecting you outside his room, looking all pissed off, which he found sexy.

"Can—can we talk?" you asked, your gaze averted from this half-naked man. You had often imagined what his body would look like, but it was even better than you had imagined.

Jungkook approached you and opened the door, leaving it ajar for you to enter. For a moment, you wondered if this was the right time to talk; perhaps you should catch him at a different time, but this conversation with him was necessary.

You entered his room and stood awkwardly in the middle of it. "Um," you said, clearing your throat and turning away from him, "could you—put on a shirt or something?" It hurt you to ask that of him. It was distracting you from your thoughts.

He chuckled, amused by how flustered you were. But he finally did as you asked, walking over to his dresser, pulling out an oversized shirt, and slipping it on. He sat on his bed with his legs spread and a towel that left little to the imagination.

"So, what's up–"

"Please stop sending me gifts," you said quickly, not even giving him a chance to respond.

"You don't like them?" He perked up, disappointed that his romantic gestures had failed to impress you.

That was the problem, you did like them, found them sweet and cute, but you didn't like their intention. "You're wasting your time."

He held his head, "I'm not giving up until you say yes."

"If you work this hard for a fake girlfriend, I wonder how hard you work to get a real one," you wondered, batting your eyes at the very sexy, unrelenting man.

Jungkook laughed. He was irritated by your remark. "FYI. I'm a great boyfriend who would treat you well."

"You mean you'd make a good pretend boyfriend?" That's what you were afraid of if you agreed to fake dating. It would only harm you in the long run, and only Jungkook would benefit from it. "Why me? There are a lot of girls who would love to be your fake girlfriend."

He shrugged. "Because—you're different. You're not like other girls."

You mulled over his answer. "Jungkook, we barely know each other. How do you know that?"

How did he know that you're different? To be honest, you were most likely like the others. Waiting for an opportunity to pounce on him - the funny thing was, he was giving you exactly that - an opportunity to get what you wanted finally. Even so, you were embarrassed that he was asking this of you. Perhaps he felt sorry for your pathetic attempt to get his attention.

Jungkook shifted his position on the bed. "I don't know…I just do. I just have a feeling about you, that's all."

"And…what will I get out of this?" You finally asked the question at the forefront of your mind.

Jungkook pushed himself off the bed, stepping closer to you, making your heart skip a beat and filling your nose with the cotton scent from his body wash. Fuck. He looked great after a shower, and you had to tell yourself to calm down. It's just Jeon Jungkook - a boy, but a cute, hot, and sexy boy. All the girls on campus could only wish to be in your shoes right now.

He gently lifted your chin with his finger, his gaze focusing on the details of your face. This is the closest he's come to you since the kiss. "What do you want?" he asked, his lips slightly parted.

The answer was simple. You wanted Jungkook. You desired his lips and hands on you. You expected him to scream his name, throw you on the bed, and possibly fuck you against the wall. Perhaps you should finger you in the library under the table while others study quietly. Making you writhe and whimper under his touch - the endless fantasies running through your head for miles.

But that's all they were: fantasies.

So you suppressed the reveries that lingered in your mind, which you could never speak of, and said what was on your mind at the time. "A friend," you said, taking a step back from his touch. Who knows what would have happened if you had stayed too close to him?

Jungkook knitted his brows in perplexity, a chuckle escaping his lips. "A friend? That's it? Nothing more?"  Your response surprised him, confirming that you were not like the other girls waiting outside his door.

"Why? What were you expecting me to say?"

"You sure you don't want anything else?"

Ah—jeez. Jeon Jungkook was unrelenting. You were aware of what he was implying but refused to give in. Everything does not have to be sexual; relationships are more than just sex.

"Do you want something else?" With a deadpan expression, you cocked your brow. He'd have to say it if he wanted it.

He gave you a half-smile and licked his teeth before responding, "Nope. Just thought I'd ask."

"If I agree to this fake girlfriend thing, here are my ground rules: you may hold my hand, give me hugs and kisses—but only on my cheek—and if the situation calls for it, I will initiate a kiss."

Jungkook grinned at your rules. At the very least, you knew what you wanted, he reasoned. "'Kay," he said, shrugging. He thought it would be simple. "We're going to spend a lot of time together now that you've agreed to this, right? You'll have to come to my parties and other events."

You let out a sigh. You almost forgot about the parties. "That's fine, but keep in mind that I drink, but I'm not going to get shitfaced at these events. And remember that because you agreed to be my friend, you'll have to do things I want to do as well."

"I'm game for anything, princess–"

"Okay–I'm gonna stop you right there," you held up your hand. "Another rule–don't call me pet names like that."

"What should I call you then?"

"Babe, baby–I'm fine with those," you firmly stated with no remorse whatsoever.

Jungkook giggled, thinking how cute you were. "I'm game for anything, baby–" You knew what he was alluding to, but you weren't going to fake date just to sleep with him. He brought his hand up to his mouth, hiding a smile. "Should we seal this deal with a kiss?" He asked, jokingly, of course.

You rolled your eyes. "Already breaking the rules, Jeon?"

"Ready?" Jungkook asked, holding his hand for yours was reminiscent of when you used your pick-up line on him. You nodded, your hand entwined in his large, warm ones.

The crowd was chaotic when he opened the door, with people playing drinking games, dancing, and couples making out here and there. Jungkook clutched your hand tightly as he led you through the crowd, glancing back every now and then to see if you were okay, and you reassured him with a soft smile.

The first stop was the kitchen to get something to drink. Lyla was sitting on Namjoon's lap, whispering, laughing, and kissing each other. She jumped when she saw you and Jungkook walking towards them. Lyla said something to Namjoon before permitting Jungkook to greet his friend.

"Don't stray too far away now," Jungkook joked after Lyla separated your and Jungkook's hands.

"I'll bring your girl back to you, don't worry," Lyla smirked.

His girl? You scoffed at your best friend, and she was fucking loving this so much.

"You guys are so fucking cute together—I can't believe this is finally happening," Lyla exclaimed as she drew you into a corner.

"It's all a sham, Ly. Don't get too worked up,” you muttered. It took every fiber of your being to suppress romantic feelings for him, and remember that this was all for show. You set yourself up to avoid getting hurt, but who are you kidding?

Lyla waved you off. "Mmhm. Sooner or later, he'll recognize you're the real deal. It's only a matter of time."

Across the room, your gaze met Jungkook's. His gaze softened, and he smiled before being interrupted by two girls vying for his attention.

"Go get your man before someone else," Lyla advised when she noticed what was diverting your attention away from her.

"Here we go," you mumbled as you returned to Jungkook. You caught him off guard by slipping your arms around his shoulders, pulling his back against your chest, whispering "hi," and kissing him on the cheek.

The two girls immediately gave you a twisted expression before fleeing. "You're good at this," Jungkook chuckled as he peered up.

You raised both brows at him, then he whirled you around from behind, forcing you to sit on your lap, gripping your waist as he drew you into his frame. And he couldn't stop himself from kissing your neck.

"Someone was watching us," he lied.

Whatever, you thought, at least he was playing by your rules.

"Well, what do we have here?" A voice chimed in from behind.

You and Jungkook both turned to see Jieun, his ex-girlfriend, staring at this new, unexpected development. You weren't on the same level as Jieun - you weren't in the popular circles, and you didn't have guys fawning over you. But your presence on Jungkook's lap certainly drew her attention.

"Over me already, Kook?" Jieun pouted along with puppy eyes.

Jungkook remained silent. Instead, he patted your leg and motioned for you to stand up. He didn't want to deal with Jieun and was only here to have a good time, not to be stalked by his ex.

"Aw, come on. Have a drink with me," Jieun mocked, aiming it at you. She stood there, waiting for an answer, and she wasn't about to let you two go so easily.

"Leave her alone, Jieun. She doesn't want to drink," Jungkook argued, his gaze darting to yours, looking for a cue from you to leave if you were uncomfortable.

"What's the matter? Can't hold your liquor?" She mocked you once more.

"No, unlike you, I want to remember the next day." You were referring to her debacle with Jungkook with Jimin. The entire school had heard about what had happened between her and Jimin by this point.

Jieun clenched her fist and clicked her tongue. "Come on, one drink won't hurt anyone," she sighed.

"Baby–you don't have to do anything you don't want to," Jungkook muttered.

Jieun's eyes perked up when she heard Jungkook call you by a pet name she was so used to.

You chewed on the bottom of your lip, debating on your answer. "One drink."

"Atta girl," Jieun clapped excitedly.

You were feeling woozy after seven shots. The room began to spin a little. Normally, you'd limit yourself to two drinks, but you wanted to prove to Jieun that you weren't a coward.

She persevered in enabling you to take one more shot. She was about to hand over the glass when Jungkook grabbed it and knocked it back.

"Hey—" you pouted, mumbling something incoherently under your breath, "that was mine." You attempted to grab Jungkook's glass but completely missed, almost stumbling, but Jungkook caught you in time.

"I think you've had enough. Come on, baby–let's get you to bed."

"Kook–I'm not done with her yet," Jieun threatened. She didn't like Jungkook coming to your rescue.

Jungkook looked over at you in his arms, all smiley and giggly. "We're leaving," he warned, slinging your arm over his shoulders and forcing you to lean on him.

"My legs are all wobbly," you said, slurring your words.

He let you go abruptly, crouching in front of you and motioning for you to climb onto his back, which you did without hesitation. He hooked under your thighs as you wrapped your arms around Jungkook's neck.

The heat from his body was making your skin burn, but you still wanted to be close to him. So you leaned in and nuzzled into the nape of his neck. Jungkook laughed at how sleepy and adorable you were. "Why'd you do it?"

Without opening your eyes, you replied, "Do what?"

"Let her get to you?"

"I don't know," you grumbled, snuggling closer to Jungkook. "I just didn't like how she looked at us."

Jungkook furrowed his brows. "How did she look at us?" He asked, pausing to re-lift you to keep you from slipping.

"Like we shouldn't be together."

Jieun, on the other hand, had every reason to believe so. Jungkook and you? To say the least, it was an unusual pairing. You two couldn't be more different, on opposite ends of a spectrum, which is probably why Jieun was staring at you all funny.

"Forget about her. She's not worth your time."

"She's not worth yours either," you retorted. "You deserve better than her."

Jungkook scrunched his nose, revealing a bunny smile. "Okay–we're almost to your room. You have your key?"

"Mmhm, it's in my back pocket."

The desire to throw up was strong, and you swallowed the acid in your throat as best you could, afraid of puking all over Jungkook's back. To avoid Jeon Jungkook, you'd have to consider relocating to Antarctica.

After walking across campus, you were relieved to see the door to your room. Jungkook gently pushed you to your feet as he waited for you to open the door, but the alcohol hadn't worn off yet. He inserted the key into the slot, which opened it.

Your fairy lights lit up the room just enough for you to stumble onto your bed. All that mattered was your fluffy pillow and duvet, not taking off your makeup or changing into something comfortable. You crept beneath, ready to drift off to sleep.

Jungkook watched as you kicked off your shoes, and unhooked your bra from beneath your top, flinging it at his feet. "Don't you think we're moving too fast, fake girlfriend?" He teased you by picking up your underwear and draping it over your desk chair.

"Mm, moving too fast? We already kissed. What else do you want from me?" You grumbled, nuzzling deeper into your pillow, your makeup starting to smudge - in which you'd hate yourself for later.

Jungkook looked around for a garbage can in case you threw up in the middle of the night. Then he searched your bathroom for aspirin and a glass of water to keep by your bed. He sat beside you, sinking into the mattress, peering and softly chuckling at the girl who had gotten drunk to spite his ex - he'd never had a girl do that before. He gently caressed your warm, flushed cheek as he tucked a stray piece of hair away from your face.

"G'night," he whispered before reaching down and placing a kiss on your cheek.

✨ next ~ part three

[btsgotjams27]

i’m so glad you loved this chapter! it was definitely a hard one to write b/c i didn’t know where i wanted it to go.

they definitely needed the time apart to reflect on past events and figure out what they wanted (which eventually—was each other).

the cheating scale vast and everyone views it differently, so i completely understand. some can forgive, some can’t and that’s okay. their fake dating muddled a lot of things :’)

fool for you ~ jjk | final

you have to decide if jeon jungkook is perfectly wrong for you.

✨ title: fool for you | ✨ pairing: jungkook x f!reader ✨ word count: 7.7k | ✨ rating: R ✨ genre/au: romance, light angst, fluff | college, fake dating, strangers to friends to lovers ✨ warnings: language, jk is a sweet dummy, but we love him anyway, jieun is just as insecure as reader and jungkook (yes, i'm trying to make y'all feel bad for her), confessions, taehyung's a good friend, time skip, jin's shoulders (you'll understand when you see the photo), yoongi shows up again, kissing, making out, marking, a smol, not so smol erection 🙈, groping, touching ✨ playlist ✨ a/n: okay, so, i'm just not happy with how this fic went T_T i literally have no one to blame but myself! the end of part 4 was actually never supposed to happen, but i wrote it in anyway *facepalm* i was stressed for days bc i'm like how do i redeem this cute, fluffy couple?? *sigh* but i tried my best(?), and i *do* explain why jk did what he did, and if you don't like it, then ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ idk what to tell you. anyway, sorry for the rant, but i just wanted to thank @here4btsfics for listening to me ramble about this fic and talking me through some plot points. ily. ✨ a/n 2: this is also not beta'd bc well, i'm impatient af. so if you see typos, that's why lol. ✨ if y'all want any cute or smutty (must be off anon) drabbles with this couple, just drop it in my inbox :) ✨ Any feedback, reblogs, and asks are appreciated.

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Jungkook was ashamed of his actions at the carnival. It wasn't fair that he kept the kissing booth from you. Instead of letting it unravel as it did, he should have told you the truth. He didn't want to do what 'old Jungkook' would have done to make Jieun jealous. Because you had nothing in common with her. You were thoughtful and generous. And he realized he was bringing out a side of you you didn't know you had until he showed up - and that wasn't fair.

But he did enjoy that you took ownership of him, dragging him away from the line of girls. That was sexy for him, but that's beside the point. He made a mistake and needed to make amends before it was too late.

So, he got up early and put on some decent clothing besides his standard oversized shirt and sweats. He double-checked his reflection in the mirror. Before opening the door, he tugged at the collar of the brown flannel and flattened the black slacks. However, he was greeted by none other than his ex.

"What are you doing here?" he deadpanned.

Jieun somehow looked like shit today. With barely there makeup, hair in a bun, an oversized hoodie, and leggings. "Can we talk?"

He stepped through the threshold, closed the door behind him, waited for her to continue, and was displeased to see her.

"I'm…leaving."

Jungkook eyebrows knitted together in confusion, thinking okay, then leave.

"I'm moving back to New York." Jieun had mentioned it when they were still together, but she never made the decision.

"'Kay, have a safe trip then," he mumbled, stepping aside from her. He had places to go anyway.

Jieun put her hand out to stop him. "Kook–we're going to leave things like this?"

Jungkook clicked his tongue. "What do you want me to say, Jieun?"

She shrugged. "I don't know…are you going to miss me? Us? The way we used to be?" Jieun had been kicking herself ever since she had slept with Jimin. She had no idea how lucky she was with Jungkook. She was certain she had lost him and could not get him back. She reasoned that the best way to let go of Jungkook was to start over in a new city, far away from all the pain and suffering she had caused.

Jungkook wasn't made of stone. He'd been with her for a year. Although their relationship was mostly physical, they had fun together. She was fun to party and sleep with, but he couldn't see himself with her in the future. Their relationship was never more than that. Was he to blame? Hers? Perhaps both. Could it be that they hadn't met the right person with whom to do all that 'relationship' stuff?

He shrugged. "Yeah, I guess." Jungkook didn't want to be a jerk. After the fiasco with her and Jimin, many of her friends completely abandoned her. He could tell she was lonely.

Jieun chuckled, reaching for the fuzzy pink bunny keychain attached to his keys. "Remember when you tried so hard to win that for me?"

Jungkook peered at the keys in his hand.

"Was that our first date?"

Jungkook nodded.

"You spent so much money. And I swear that game's rigged, plus that guy wasn't letting you off the hook either," the two of you chuckled at the memory.

"And then at the end, when you won it, you said you worked so hard for it that you were going to keep it." She leaned over, trying to catch his gaze. "See, we did have fun together."

He wasn't sure where she was going with this. Maybe she needed some sort of forgiveness or closure from him to move on with a new chapter of her life.

"I know you hate me, Kookie—"

Jungkook interrupted. "I don't hate you." Even though she has hurt him, he does not believe he will ever hate her, and he will never in his heart hate anyone. "I was upset and hurt, but I could never hate you."

With the number of women Jungkook had dated, one would think he was a fuckboy, but he was quite the opposite. He was always true to the person he was dating, which was one of many lessons his parents taught him.

Jieun smiled half-heartedly. "Kook, you're only saying that because you have a good heart. That is one of the many reasons I will never forget you." She moved in closer, fiddling with his shirt collar. "I know you don't owe me anything, but can I ask one thing from you, and then I promise you'll never have to see me again?"

Was she really going to be out of his life for good? She'd been a menace since she saw you and Jungkook together. But, out of the goodness of his heart, he would trust her one more time. "What is it?"

"Can you kiss me like you mean it?"

Jungkook let out a scoff. "Are you kidding me?"

After everything she's put him through, she dared to ask this of him. Jieun was at the top, having everything handed to her on a silver platter. Only now to be at the bottom, searching for anyone to talk to her. So Jungkook was her last resort because she knew he had a good heart even though she had hurt him.

"I know it's stupid to ask of you, but I love you, Kook. I just…I just want to remember us–you like how we used to be, you know…before…." She paused, not wanting to bring up her infidelity again. Her guilty conscience ate her alive, sucking her in like there was no tomorrow. She knew she messed up a good thing when she asked Jungkook to kiss her, going in knowing he'd say no, but she couldn't help but try.

"If I do this, you'll stop trying to come between Y/n and me?" Jungkook didn't know for sure if she'd go back on her word. But considering she was moving back to New York, he was putting his faith and trust in her.

She extended her pinky, hoping he'd reciprocate. He hesitated but chose the kiss over the pinky promise. He kissed her but felt nothing because he didn't have feelings for her—it was you. Jungkook knew he'd have to tell you about Jieun's kiss. He knew telling you was risky, but he'd rather tell you the truth than a lie.

Jungkook pulled away, cupping her face, gazing into her eyes one last time. "Goodbye, Jieun."

Jieun began to back away. He quickly opened the door to his room, closed his eyes, and exhaled deeply. He now had to find the strength to tell you he had kissed his ex and then confess his feelings. He anticipated you to reject him and move on.

Jieun noticed you approaching as she walked to the hall entrance. Jealousy resurfaced in her body as she realized she'd never get back on Jungkook's good side. Jieun did what she was good at—-she mocked you, saying you'd lost. But she was only saying those things to make herself feel better, even though she was miserable. She was well aware that she couldn't compete with you. Jungkook had fallen head over heels when she saw you kiss him at the party. She wished you would treat Jungkook a million times better than she could.

"I might kiss you," he whispered.

"I might just let you."

Every fiber of Jungkook's wanted to kiss every inch of you. Wanted to know your ins and outs, wanted to see what you loved, what your body craved, but he stopped himself. He thought, what was he doing? This isn't how he wanted to treat you. He wanted to treat you better than anyone he's been with before.

"I'm sorry… I'm sorry. I'm being stupid and selfish and thinking with my dick instead of my head," he said, pulling back from you.

You couldn't believe how much you wanted to kiss him despite knowing he had kissed his ex-girlfriend. You hadn't even bothered to ask why he did it. "We're both stupid," your voice trembling, "I just saw you kissing your ex, and now I'm about to kiss you as well. I should...I should leave," you said as you turned to unlock the doorknob.

"Wait–do you even want to hear my explanation?"

You sighed, turning back to him. "What's there to explain Jungkook? You'll always be with girls like Jieun, and I'm not in her league. So I understand if you want to rekindle your relationship with her. People like you deserve to be together."

"So, you won't even give me a chance to explain? And what do you mean, people like us deserve to be together?"

"It's nothing–I…should go before I say something I regret."

"I was kissing her goodbye!" Jungkook cried out because he felt you would leave before he could explain himself.

You shook your head and scoffed. "That's some goodbye kiss. Bye, Jungkook."

"Look, I know you don't owe me anything, but can we just talk about this?"

You weren't sure what else there was to explain. This all started because you decided to shoot your shot with Jungkook. Then agreed to be his fake girlfriend and ended up liking him because he seemed like a decent enough guy. But in the end, it was you who was a fool.

If Jungkook truly cared about you as a friend, he would have told you about the kissing booth. He wouldn't have kissed all those girls in front of you if he was a good fake boyfriend.

But unfortunately, he was neither of those.

"You wanna talk?" you took a step toward him, pressing your hand on his chest, pushing him back. "Let's talk."

Jungkook was taken aback by your sudden boldness. He walked backward until he hit his bed and sat down.

"You could've told me about the kissing booth–as your fake girlfriend, that was unfair. Why are we pretending to date if you want to go around kissing other girls? If you were sucking faces with other girls, Jieun might not have cared, but I'm not her, and I care. I understand you had unfinished business with Jieun, but did you have to kiss her too? I was naïve to believe I could be friends with you because I didn't know who I was kidding when I tried to separate my romantic feelings from you. And, despite my best efforts, I fell for you."

Jungkook had previously had girls confess their feelings for him, but this was different. This felt real---genuine. You sounded like you were speaking from the heart. He's never had a confession like that before. After hearing everything, a part of him wanted to flee. He was afraid of not being good enough for you, especially after his actions. You deserved better than anything he could ever give you. He had no idea what you saw in him.

You stared at Jungkook and then at the floor, waiting for him to say something. "Well, you said you wanted to talk."

He paused to gather his thoughts before moving toward you while maintaining his distance. His heart was pounding in his chest, and his hands were sweating profusely. He was never good at having deep conversations.

"I'm sorry for not telling you about the kissing booth. I did it to make you jealous, to see how far you would go for me. I know it's stupid—you don't have to tell me twice."

Your eyes caught his for just a moment before looking away.

Jungkook let out a sigh. "I'm also sorry about Jieun. I won’t try to explain it further because I should have said no to her. But I was on my way to see you before she arrived. I came to tell you how much I like you and how I'm afraid of being in a real relationship because I'm afraid I'll mess up. And getting to know you over the last few weeks has made me realize you're far too good for me. That you are deserving of better than anything I could ever offer. I understand if you don't want to be friends or see me again, but I felt you should know how I felt about you."

His doe eyes explored your face trying to figure out what you were thinking. "So, what now?"

You shrugged. "I don't know, Jungkook. This whole thing is a mess." He nodded. "Maybe we should just stay friends."

"You still want to hang out with me?"

"Not like how we used to. At least for a little bit."

You needed time to recover. To keep your distance from Jungkook. To regain your footing. Get in the right frame of mind because everything Jeon Jungkook has clouded your judgment.

Everyone had final exams and presentations during the last week of school before the summer break. Fortunately, you only had one more exam before finishing your junior year.

It was a beautiful day to sit outside and study for your exam, so you did just that. You sat down beneath your favorite oak tree on campus, took out your world-lit book and notes, and flipped through your scribbled notes.

"Hey!"

You looked up to see Taehyung running over to you. Great, now what? You thought. "Hey," you replied, thinking you should be nice.

"Where are you headed for the summer?" he asked, inviting himself to sit next to you.

You found it odd because he's never struck up a conversation with you before. "I'm heading to my Aunt's in San Francisco," you said reluctantly, wondering where he was going with all of this.

"Cool."

You set down your book and notes, glaring at him." Why are you here, Taehyung?"

"Damn–a guy can't be curious? Sheesh–what's got your panties in a twist?" Taehyung cocked his brow.

You deadpanned, waiting for him to explain why he was talking to you.

"Okay–I'm here to talk about Jungkook."

You continued to stare blankly at him. You needed to understand what Jungkook had to do with anything. It's been a week since you last saw or spoke to him. You two agreed just to be friends and nothing else.

Taehyung cleared his throat, adjusting his position. "I need you to take him back."

"What? What do you mean?"

"He's been mopey and lovesick ever since you stopped dating. It's quite sickening to see it unfold in front of my eyes. All he can think about is how much he misses you, how much he misses hanging out with you, how much he misses this and that. He literally wears your hair tie as jewelry around his wrist. When you think about it, it's kind of creepy." For a brief moment, he looked off into the distance. "Anyway–all this to say is, for the love of god, please get back together with him. I can't stand him being like this anymore. I'm gonna fucking scream."

You couldn't help but chuckle at his request. It's strange how the tables have flipped. You were head over heels in love with Jungkook, and now you were the polar opposite. Granted, you were still trying to suppress your feelings for him, but hearing him be so lovesick over you made your heart skip a beat.

"He didn't tell you, did he?"

"Tell me what? That you guys were fake dating? He told me what went down after the kissing booth. I told him he was dumb for kissing all those girls if he really liked you, told him he should've just been honest with you from the get-go."

Wow–you definitely weren't expecting this conversation when Taehyung sat down next to you.

"Did Jungkook tell you to say all of this?"

Taehyung gave you a funny look. "What? No. I came here on my own accord. Just because I like to party and sleep around doesn't mean I don't care about my friends. Jungkook has always been there for me when I needed him, so I'm returning the favor. You can accept it as is or continue to make assumptions about my intentions."

"Sorry," you mumbled, "I hope you understand why I'm cautious about everything. But you understand why, right?"

"I get it. Jungkook hurt you by not being upfront about his feelings, but it's never too late to start over again."

"You're a good friend, Taehyung."

He flashed a boxy smile at you. "I know."

Arriving back at your dorm after dinner, you couldn’t stop thinking about your conversation with Taehyung. Your heart wanted to forgive Jungkook right away, but your head told you to slow down because that's how you got into trouble in the first place.

Your room was empty due to you and Lyla’s things being packed up and stored for the summer. Laying on your bed, a ding from your phone went off.

Jungkook 9:27 PM Hey. When are you leaving?

You 9:28 PM I’m leaving tomorrow. My flight is at 2.

Jungkook 9:29 PM Is it okay if I talk to you tomorrow before you leave?

You 9:30 PM Yeah. Meet me outside of my hall. Around 10?

Jungkook 9:31 PM Great! I’ll see you then!

The following morning, you woke up extra early to prepare for whatever Jungkook needed to talk to you about. You stood in front of the mirror, telling yourself, 'No' several times.

"What are you doing, weirdo?" Lyla asked as she came in, brushing past you to get her toothbrush.

"I'm hyping myself up to say no to Jungkook."

Lyla snickered, putting toothpaste on her toothbrush. "Uh-huh. Good luck with that, babe."

"You're very encouraging. Thanks," you said sarcastically.

She placed a kiss on your cheek before beginning to brush. "You're very welcome!"

You could see Jungkook waiting outside your hall's lobby as you walked through it. One thing you liked about him was that he was always on time. When you opened the door, it creaked loudly, alerting him to your presence.

Jungkook peered at you, sending a soft smile. "Hey."

"Hi," you answered with a thin smile, standing next to him.

"You look beautiful today."

Jungkook looked effortlessly good. He could never look bad if you were honest. He could wear a garbage bag, and you'd be on your knees. Today, however, he wore a blue and white windbreaker with a white tee and ripped jeans. You wished things had gone differently for the two of you.

You crossed your arms and mumbled, 'thank you,' curious why he wanted to talk. Perhaps he was trying one last time to convince you to be more than just friends. You'd think about it, but that was your heart, not your head. You knew better, and you'd been practicing saying one word, two letters, and 'no' all morning.

"You wanted to talk to me about something?"

"Yeah, um, I know we're just gonna be friends, and I'm totally cool with that,  but I was wondering if you'd mind if I texted you this summer? Not all the time, but occasionally, just to check in on you and stuff?"

Okay, you thought. This is progress. You could do this–texting. It was pretty harmless, right? And it'd only be once in a while. Because one thing was for sure, you didn't want to go all heart eyes for him so quickly.

"Yeah, I think that'd be okay." Jungkook beamed when you said okay. "And where will you be this summer?"

"I'll be at my uncle's in Seattle. Gonna spend time with him and my Aunt. You should come to visit." You let out a chuckle, and then Jungkook realized what he had asked of you. "Sorry–I'm getting ahead of myself there."

"'S okay," you said. You found Jungkook's eagerness adorable. "Anything else?" You were hoping that was the only thing because you feared the longer you were in his presence, the more you'd want to give in to him.

"I hope you have a good summer," he said, stuffing his hands into his jacket pockets and glancing at you.

"Thanks."

"I'll talk to you soon?"

You nodded, watching him walk away ahead of you. "Jungkook!" He turned around, his doe eyes wide open. It took everything you had not to say everything that was on your mind, but you had to bite your tongue. "Have a good summer."

His dimple was deeply etched into the softness of his cheek, and the corners of his mouth curved into a smile. He gave one last wave before departing.

When he was out of sight, you breathed a sigh of relief. Wanting to pat yourself on the back because you didn't let on more than you should. Your answers to his questions were short and concise, without hounding for more. Whew.

~ One month later ~ 

Staying at your Aunt's was great. You loved San Francisco. It was a completely different vibe from southern California. The weather was breezy, the sun was always out, and there were many things to do in the Bay Area.

Halfway into the month and you hadn't heard anything from Jungkook. It's not like you were jumping at every notification when your phone buzzed, but he did say he would text you.

"Why do you keep looking at your phone?" Your Aunt Jo asked, peering at your screen.

You flipped your phone over to hide your lock screen. "I'm not," you countered.

"You're waiting on a boy, aren't you?"

Flashing a thin smile, you quipped back at her. "I'm not."

"He'll call you, don't worry so much. It always happens when you're least expecting it."

Your Aunt's had her fair share of men and women, and tonight was no different. The new guy she was seeing insisted on cooking for her.

"Aunt Jo–how do you meet these guys?" you asked, wanting to know her secret. The new guy, Jin, was young, tall, handsome, and a chef in town with a hot new restaurant.

"Friend of a friend," she said with a cheeky smile. "He's cute, isn't he?"

You couldn't help but give him a once-over. Those shoulders were big enough to land a plane. You shielded your mouth with your hand, whispering, "Super cute."

"Okay, ladies. Are you ready to try my famous dish?" Jin asked, bringing over two plates with seared scallops on a bed of quinoa, apple salad, and butternut squash puree. You'd never had anything this fancy before.

"Thank you, baby," Aunt Jo flirted at the handsome man, reaching for a kiss, which he reciprocated.

A ding from your phone resounded through the kitchen. You eagerly reached for it but stopped yourself.

"You're not gonna see if it's your boyfriend?" Aunt Jo teased before taking a bite of her scallop. She groaned at the heavenly taste.

It was going to bug you if you didn't check. You grabbed your phone and nothing but a measly email. You're not sure why you were getting so worked up. You were the one that told Jungkook you only wanted to be friends, but here you were, glued to your phone in case he texted.

You sighed, trying to get a grip. You had integrity and dignity, and you weren't going to break down just because a boy hadn't texted you.

So, instead, you opened up your camera, taking a picture of this beautiful dinner. Then just as Aunt Jo had said, another ding indicating a picture message was sent to you.

Clicking on the bubble, it was a message from Jungkook.

Jungkook 7:36 PM This corn dog isn't as good as the one we had at the pier.

You 7:37 PM

Jungkook 7:38 PM Where's the rest of the entree?!

You 7:39 PM wdym?? 😂 That's it!

Jungkook 7:40 PM You should demand to get your money back. You were scammed.

You 7:41 PM This is fine dining! My aunt's boyfriend made this. He's a chef at a place called Trestle.

Jungkook 7:41 PM Fine dining, hmm? You like that stuff?

You 7:42 PM Idk. Never really cared for the finer things in life.

Jungkook 7:43 PM I'm offended! What about me?

You 7:43 PM 😂 Are you trying to get me to compliment you?

Jungkook 7:44 PM 😎

You 7:45 PM 😒 You're okay-looking. You should see my aunt's boyfriend. He's mighty fine.

"Earth to my favorite niece in the whole wide world! Remember to eat! You've been smiling ever since you picked up your phone."

"Have not!" you protested.

"My Jin can attest to that. Can't you?"

"Jojo is right. You've been smiling like a creepy doll and have yet to try my food, and that's an insult to me," Jin teased.

"Let me take a picture of you." Jin turned to you, giving you a smolder and pouty lips. "Thanks!" you said, returning to your phone.

"Wait–wait! Jinnie, take your shirt off!" Jo cried as Jin turned back around.

"Aunt Jo!"

"If you're going to make this boy jealous, might as well do it right." Your aunt gave her boyfriend a pouty face and he willingly did what she asked. He tugged his shirt off, telling you to get his best side, which apparently was his back side. And well, you couldn't disagree. Jungkook would definitely be jealous of Jin's worldwide shoulders.

You 7:50 PM

Jungkook 7:51 PM WHY ARE YOU SENDING ME NUDES OF OTHER MEN??

You 7:51 PM Blame my Aunt Jo. She suggested it. Anywho, time for dessert now. Byeee.

You have yet to hear back the rest of the night from Jungkook. It was good for you to be the first to end the conversation because, knowing you, you could text him all night, which would defeat the purpose of just being friends. You wanted to be cautious about becoming friends with him because it was all too easy to cross the line again.

~ Two months later ~

Texts with Jungkook were simple, a little flirty, but nothing more than that. He'd send you random pictures of things he was doing or food he'd be eating, and you did the same. Harmless and cute. Distance from him was a good thing, keeping you from getting in trouble.

Your goal this summer was to explore new things to do and see in San Francisco. Your Aunt and Jin helped by giving you a bucket list.

On today's list was Alcatraz. You weren't a fan of boats, but it was the only way to get onto the island. The nice thing was you had a friend to accompany you on this trip. Yoongi made a surprise visit, checking out a doctorate program in the area. He mentioned wanting to check it when he was your TA, so you thought it'd be fun to explore with him.

Jungkook 1:11 PM Made it to the gum wall.

You 1:20 PM 🤢 Don't get sick. Did you put one on there too?

Jungkook 1:21 PM 😎 Ofc I did. What's your view rn?

You 1:23 PM

Jungkook 1:24 PM Fun. You have a visitor today?

You 1:30 PM Yeah, he's checking out another school here.

Jungkook 1:31 PM Cool. Have fun!

"Who's that? Lover boy?" Yoongi teased.

You glared, tucking your phone away in your back pocket. "I don't have a lover boy," you huffed at him.

"What happened with you two, anyway?"

You shrugged, not really wanting to go into detail about your whole ordeal with Jungkook. What happened, happened and now the two of you were just friends.

"Well, whatever happened, just don't be so hard on yourself. You both probably screwed up, and neither of you is perfect, so learn from it and move on," Yoongi said casually, moving on with the rest of the tour group.

Shaking your head, you chuckled at his words. He was never a man of many words but you appreciate him for caring about you.

~ Three months later ~

You 10:27 AM

What's good here?

Jungkook 10:30 AM

What's good here? You're in Seattle? 🥲

You 10:32 AM YOU'RE IN SF?! 😩 This is like a missed connections ads lol

Jungkook 10:33 AM I guess this is what happens when all we do is send pictures, huh? 😅

You 10:34 AM Guess so lol

Jungkook 10:35 AM Have fun in Seattle.

You 10:36 AM Have fun in SF. I'll see you when we get back to school?

Jungkook 10:36 AM Definitely 💛

"What happened? You look sad," Aunt Jo mentioned when she saw the frown on your face.

"Oh, it's nothing," you stated with a wry smile, stuffing your phone in your bag. Today was not about you. It was about Jin.

"Were you expecting to see your boy while we were here?"

You rolled your eyes at her. No, you weren't expecting to see Jungkook because you assumed he'd be as busy as you were. Aunt Jo invited you to accompany her to Jin's new restaurant in Seattle, and you jumped at the chance. Okay, so you thought there was a chance you'd see Jungkook while in town. Unfortunately, luck was not on your side.

"I–no–I mean, maybe."

Aunt Jo stood before you, raising your chin and forcing you to look at her. "Sweetheart, it's okay to miss him or want to see him even though he hurt you. It's only natural, and you can't deny what your heart wants."

"Exactly–" Jin interrupted, "The heart wants what it wants," he said, kissing Aunt Jo's cheek from behind.

You debated if you should text him back, but what would it do? What would you even say? Hey, after thinking about it, I kind of wanna be more than friends? You were the one that initiated being friends again. What kind of person would you look like? Being super wishy-washy with your decisions. It was hard to keep your sense of worth when it came to Jeon Jungkook.

Throughout the rest of your trip to Seattle, you were good. You didn't text him besides when he would send you photos here and there of activities he was doing in San Francisco. You were proud of yourself for not giving in to your wants, and you stood your ground.

Returning to San Francisco felt bittersweet because you assumed Jungkook had already left. You didn't want to ask where he was going next for fear of sounding nosy or needy. You'll just have to guess. Maybe he was already back in SoCal.

"Knock, knock," Aunt Jo said, holding your door open. "I know we just got back, but Jin invited us to a special event at his restaurant tonight. So get your cute little butt showered and dressed up, 'kay?"

You chuckled, shaking your head. "Free food? I'm there."

Aunt Jo whistled when you walked down the stairs in your outfit. The only semi-nice thing you packed was a black slip dress. Then you threw on a black leather jacket.

"You couldn't have chosen better shoes?" Aunt Jo asked, gawking at your pair of black and white checkered Vans.

"What? I wanted to be cute and comfy," you said, pulling the strap of your bag over your head, letting it drape across your body.

When the two of you arrived at the restaurant, you expected it to be packed, but it was completely empty. You got out of the Uber and waited for your Aunt to get out of the Uber. You turned around only to see her smiling like a lunatic.

"Aren't you coming?"

Jin called your name and waved you over as he exited the restaurant. You cast a glance in his direction, curious as to what was going on with them tonight.

"It's just you, sweetheart, have fun tonight!"

"We forgot to mention it's a private event for you," Jin grinned, sending you a wink. He stepped into the Uber, and then they were off, leaving you utterly confused on the sidewalk.

A high-pitched ding from your phone went off. Opening your bag, you checked your phone to see a text from Aunt Jo.

Aunt Jo 6:22 PM

Gonna stay at Jin's tonight.

Please be responsible. Love you.

Her text was cryptic and vague, leaving you even more puzzled. You sighed as you turned to face the restaurant and walked to the door. When you first walked in, the atmosphere was quite cute and quaint. Many tables had been cleared away, leaving one in the middle of the restaurant. Someone was sitting with their back to you, and when they heard the door close, they turned to see you standing there.

"Jungkook?"

He got up from his seat and walked over to you. He was dressed in his favorite color, black. A black open button down, tucked into black joggers, black combat boots, and finished with a thick silver chain. The biggest bunny smile you'd ever seen on him adorned his pretty face.

"What are you doing here? How–how did you–"

"I might have done some digging, called around, and got ahold of your Aunt's boyfriend."

Your jaw opened and closed, amazed by how sneaky everyone was–including Aunt Jo and Jin. "So you planned all of this?"

Jungkook shrugged. "I had some help from your Aunt. She's a pretty cool person. Jin too." You couldn't stop smiling, and your cheeks were beginning to ache as a result. "Do you want something to eat? Because I'm hungry, and the food smelled delicious while I waited, "He smiled.

You nodded in response to his question. He extended his hand, and you accepted it without hesitation. When your hand found his big warm ones again, your heart raced at a million beats per minute. He escorted you to the seat across from him, pulling out the chair and pushing it in while you sat.

You felt so flustered and scatterbrained you didn't even hear when Jungkook called your name. "Hmm?"

Jungkook chuckled. "How was Seattle? Did you like it?"

"I liked it a lot. It reminded me a lot of San Francisco. Minus the gloom," you giggled. You mentally kicked yourself when you realized you had just giggled in front of Jungkook. It was too hard not to get all excited over this. So you took a deep breath to ground yourself and remember that he is just a boy–a friend–nothing more.

A server greeted both of you, handing you the menu. Everything sounded so fancy, and for half of the items, you needed clarification on what they were. Nevertheless, it was free, so you'd try anything.

After placing your orders with the server, the pair of you couldn't stop smiling at each other like young teenagers in love. It was pretty nauseating if someone were watching the two of you.

"Ahem… you're growing out your hair," you said, finally breaking the weird smiling contest between you.

Jungkook touched the hair resting on the nape of his neck. "Yeah, I thought I'd try it and never had it this long before."

"I like it."

Your compliment made him look away, a sheepish smile plastered on his face, showing off his dimple.

The rest of dinner continued. You both groaned at how delicious everything tasted. It's no surprise that people enjoyed fine dining, but you didn't enjoy the cost. But one rule Jin lived by was that he would not charge people an arm and a leg just to eat good food. He thought it was ridiculous and vowed never to do it again when he owned his own restaurant. And you thought it was very honorable.

As the last course came out, you ordered the coconut custard while Jungkook got the chocolate cake, one of each, so you could enjoy the desserts instead of picking one.

"How is it?" Jungkook asked when you took a bite.

"It's good," you swallowed, "but it might be too coco-nutty for me."

Jungkook set his fork down after taking a bite of his cake. He pushed the small plate toward you. "Here, take mine. I'll eat it if you don't like it."

"Jungkook, we're supposed to share! I can't let you do that."

"It's fine! I don't mind, honestly!" He pushed the cake further to you while taking the custard away from you. You felt he wouldn't give up, so you let him have it.

After dinner, Jungkook insisted on taking an Uber with you to make sure you got back to your Aunt's okay, and then he'd take off to his hotel for the night. As the car arrived at Aunt Jo's, Jungkook followed after, walking you to the door.

You turned to Jungkook. "Thanks for dinner. It was a lot of fun."

Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck. "I didn't do much. It's all thanks to your Aunt and Jin for helping me set everything up."

"Yeah, I know, but you put a lot of thought into it too, and I really appreciate that."

He nervously toyed with his lip ring, letting it flip back and forth. "Um, well, I guess I should say goodnight, and I'll see you when we get back to school?"

Your eyes flickered to his. "Do you want to come in? My Aunt's gone for the night."

"Are...you sure?" Jungkook stammered.

"Yeah, we can watch a movie or talk."

"Uh, okay. Let me tell the driver. Be right back."

The time was almost nine, so you opted for a nightcap. You grabbed a bottle of wine from Aunt Jo's cupboard and two glasses, setting it down on the coffee table before pouring one for you and Jungkook.

Jungkook quickly finished his glass which made you chuckle. Was he nervous? You didn't take him that type of guy.

"Why did you come to San Francisco?" you asked after taking a sip of your wine.

He chuckled. "Is it not obvious?"

You could take a stab at why he was doing this, but you needed him to say what he wanted.

"I'm shooting my shot," he said casually.

Trying to hold in a grin, you stopped it by devouring the rest of your wine glass.

Jungkook turned his full attention to you. "I couldn't stop thinking about you all summer–what you were doing if you were happy or sad, lonely. I wanted to call so many times, but I didn't know if I could. That's why I only sent texts since they were less intimidating."

"You could've called. I would've picked up."

"I know, but I didn't want to mess up being your friend 'cause I'm not good at this stuff, and I've never just been friends with a girl or even known how to date. But all I do know is you make me want to learn how to do all that stuff."

"To learn how to date or be my friend?

A beat passed before Jungkook answered, "Both, I guess? I just want to get to know you, so I wanna do whatever you wanna do. But that's if you want to..." he trailed off.

The buzz from the wine began warming up your cheeks, and the invisible walls you had up were starting to crumble. Jungkook's rosy lips looked too luscious not to want to try again. "I...really, really want to kiss you."

Jungkook gulped, unsure of what to do next. He didn't want to screw this up, but he also didn't want to pass up an opportunity to kiss you. His gaze shifted from your eyes to your cute nose, then to your lips. He lingered on your lips, trying to recall how they tasted. But it'd been far too long since he'd kissed you.

"I want to kiss you too, but I don't want you to regret it afterward."

You shook your head. "I won't." You shifted closer to Jungkook on the couch, your knee brushing up against his as you leaned in, waiting for him to do the same.

Jungkook brought his hand to cup your cheek, gazing into your eyes, wanting to confirm if this was really what you wanted. "Are you sure?"

"Positive," you said as you closed the gap and pressed your lips against his. His other hand cupped the opposite side of your face, drawing you closer to him. Your lips continued to explore each other softly and slowly as if time had stopped to allow you to discover what you had been missing.

You withdrew, only to find yourself straddling him. Jungkook's eyes widened as he realized the new position. However, he didn't mind it one bit. When his hands fell to grip your waist, urging you closer to him, your entire body buzzed. It didn't take long for Jungkook to become aroused by this heated make-out session, his cock twitching in his strained pants. You tangled your fingers in his hair, causing him to groan in your mouth while you smiled into his. Then your hand reached for the thick silver chain around his neck, gently pulling him as close as you could.

When he pulled away, you let out a quiet whimper. His lips began to trail wet kisses down your jawline, leaving soft purple bruises on your neck. His hands dragged up to your shoulders, where your dress's delicate straps lay. His fingers tinkered with them, debating whether to slide them down, so you decided for him. Your hand reached out to take the straps off, but Jungkook stopped you.

"Sorry, I'm sorry," Jungkook said breathily, nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

"No...No, you're good. I'm sorry. I got a little carried away."

Jungkook leaned against the couch, shifting himself from beneath, hoping to adjust the erection straining in his pants. "As I said, I'm fine with taking things slowly, I'm not in a hurry, and I'll wait as long as it takes if it means I get you in the end."

It took everything in you not to want to rip off your clothes and his right at this moment. But he was right because you didn't want to fuck this up, either.

"You just know the right things to say, huh?"

Jungkook laughed and nodded. He leaned forward, asking for a kiss. "It's getting late, and I still need to pack for my flight tomorrow."

You slid yourself off of him to a standing position, adjusting the strap, just begging to fall. "Let me get an Uber for you."

The following day, Aunt Jo knocked on your door, asking if you were decent enough for her to come in. She covered her eyes as the door opened. "We good in here? No cute, naked boy in your bed?"

You laughed. "No, Aunt Jo. No naked boy in here."

"Darn," she teased, handing you a cup of coffee. "I'm surprised he didn't stay over."

To be honest, it would have been far too easy for you and Jungkook to fuck without first properly establishing what you two were. Again, you tried hard not to rush into things with him, but it was difficult not to.

"He was the one who stopped it from going any further, actually," you commented.

Aunt Jo took a sip of her coffee, nodding slowly, surprised at your words. "Interesting."

"Yeah...interesting."

"Well, at least you know he's trying to do things the right way this time, so that's gotta count for something?"

She was right. You'd wanted and hoped to do this thing with Jungkook correctly. Let's not fuck it up this time.

Over the last couple weeks of summer break, you and Jungkook constantly texted, called, and video-chatted. You couldn't wait to get back on campus to see him again.

As you settled into your new apartment with Lyla, the boxes in your new room were piled high. You reached for a box on your tiptoes when you felt two hands snake around your waist and a kiss press against your shoulder. When you looked over, you saw a happy Jungkook wrapping his arms around you.

"Hi," he whispered into your ear before kissing your neck.

You mumbled a 'hi' before squirming away from his embrace, proceeding to finish your task before he rudely interrupted. Your hand reached into the box, holding onto the fairy lights you loved so much.

Jungkook sat on your bed, watching as you strung lights up on your wall. You crept on the bed, attempting to string the lights behind Jungkook, but he refused to move, so you crawled over him. When he suddenly leaned backward, pulling you on top of him, you yelped.

"Jungkook!" you cried, playfully hitting his chest, trying to break away from his hold, but he drew you back toward him for a kiss.

"One," Jungkook whispered, connecting his mouth to yours again. "Two."

"Why are you counting?"

He grinned from ear to ear. "Cause I owe you 100 kisses, remember?"

You rolled your eyes. "Forgot about that, and I paid good money for that, too," you laughed.

"Mm…I didn't," Jungkook pressed another kiss on your lips. "Three." He placed another on your jaw, causing your skin to burn hot underneath his lips. "Four."

"Jungkook," you whined, "I have so much to unpack."

"I'll help you later, but right now. I just wanna kiss you for a while."

You groaned. "Fine."

Although your and Jungkook's relationship began in an unusual manner and had its share of ups and downs. You wouldn't have made the mistake of foolishly falling for someone other than him.

[btsgotjams27]

forgive this lovable dummy! lol. he can’t make all the best decisions :’)

yeah it’s a fine line since they’re not ‘really dating’. it’s like how could reader be upset when he’s not really hers to begin with—it’s all for show. (even though the feelings are real).

hehe i’m glad this story could make you yell lolol

fool for you ~ jjk | 4

The end-of-the-year carnival causes some jealousy and insecurity.

✨ title: fool for you | ✨ pairing: jungkook x f!reader ✨ word count: 5.5k | ✨ rating: pg-15 ✨ genre/au: angst | college!au, fake dating!au, strangers to friends to lovers ✨ warnings: language, jealously, kissing, reader and Jungkook are insecure, miscommunication on both ends ✨ a/n: uh, surprise? i finished early lol and wanted to drop this update. i apologize in advance for the angst. i'm sad because we're coming to the end of this series soon! :( the next part will be the last installment of fool for you. if y'all want little drabbles with this cute couple, just drop it in my inbox :) 💜 Any feedback, reblogs, asks are appreciated.

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After a few days, your ideal day with Jungkook lingered in your mind. You even found yourself reaching for his hoodie rather than your own. Really, it's pathetic. But you reminded yourself that you needed to wash it and return it to him. You'd never let it go otherwise.

Then your thoughts turned to what a date with Jungkook would be like. Will he take you somewhere special? Or will it be a low-key hang-out date? Did he enjoy cuddling? Did he prefer being the big or little spoon?

You wouldn't know either way, would you? He's not going to ask you out on a date, and you're only fooling yourself. It's time to let go of your pipe dream. Just because you had a pleasant day together and kissed once does not imply that he has fallen in love with you.

Friends…just friends. That was your part of the deal. But a part of you was beginning to regret not asking for more, even though, to be honest, you don't think you could handle anything more than friendship. You couldn't even get close to him without wanting to jump into his lap and kiss his pretty face.

You sighed into your pillow, cursing yourself for agreeing to his terms in the first place. The room was getting stuffy with thoughts of Jeon Jungkook. How could you rid yourself of him?

Yoga.

Yes, yoga and meditation. You hadn't been to a student-led class on campus in a while, but you figured it was the answer to your prayers - cleansing your mind of Jeon Jungkook.

Su-Jin spoke softly as she walked around the classroom, giving instructions. "Now, do a standing forward bend, remembering to exhale as you fold your legs over."

You did as she instructed, closing your eyes and exhaling on your way down.

"Walk your hands forward slowly into the downward-facing dog." Su-Jin moved on to the other students in your vicinity. "Very good. Return your legs to the plank position."

As you held the position, blood began to rush to your face. Jungkook's face flashed before your eyes as you opened, his voice unmistakable in your mind.

"Ah–so this is what it looks like when you're on top of me."

You yelped as you lost your plank position. When the class turned to face you, you mumbled an apology before returning to the plank position.

Your outburst caught Su-Jin off guard, but she kept going like a pro. "Everyone, we'll finish up with some stretches. Please assume the cat-cow stance. For cow pose, inhale and tilt your pelvis, then exhale and tuck your tailbone for cat pose."

Inhale.

Exhale.

"You should wear yoga pants more often. Your ass looks great in it." Jungkook spoke up again, but this time from behind.

"Oh, shut up!" You sat up abruptly, audibly gasping at the words that escaped your mouth. You attempted to regain your dignity by turning to Su-Jin. "I'm–not you! Su-Jin, please continue. I'll, um–just leave. I'm so sorry!" 

After gathering your belongings, you dashed out the door, slamming it behind you, mortified by your actions in yoga class. You'd never be able to show your face there again. So much for getting Jungkook out of your head. You couldn't stop thinking about him.

Well, let's try a cold shower. That should do it, right?

You walked past the library's side, then sharply turned around to hide behind a hedge of rose bushes on your way back to the dorm. You peered out to see Jungkook and Jieun. You scowled at how easily she ran her hands through his hair as if they were still together, and you detested Jungkook for allowing her to do so. Did he forget about his fake relationship with you?

Wait, why are you the one hiding? You thought. It should be Jungkook in the hot seat, not you. So you straighten your back, sling your bag over your shoulder, and decide to walk past them confidently. He should be the one who is embarrassed about being caught with his ex-girlfriend.

So you plugged in both earbuds, turned on your current favorite - Paramore - and started walking in the general direction of the two. You'll show them.

You tried not to glare, keeping your eyes forward as you walked alongside them, pretending not to notice or make a fuss. Jungkook could be seen peering at you and quickly swatting Jieun's hands away from him from your peripheral vision. Jungkook came into full view of you, and you chuckled slightly, tucking your lips in to hold your smile. He noticed you had your earbuds in while not responding to his question, so he motioned for you to remove them.

"What?" You said coldly, taking one earbud out, crossing your arms, and waiting for him to say his bit.

His smile disappeared when he heard your tone. "Where did you come from?"

"Yoga," you pointed to your clothes, "obviously."

"I didn't know you did yoga."

"I don't," you tried to take a step away, but he stopped you.

"Oh–where are you going now?"

You proceeded to walk past him anyway, and he followed alongside. "Dorm."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Just wanna go back to shower and change," you replied curtly, avoiding Jungkook's gaze.

"I'll walk with you."

“It’s fine, Jungkook. It looks like you were busy anyway," you said, turning and pointing your chin to Jieun. You didn't give Jungkook the chance to explain because he didn't need to, and why should it have mattered to you if he was talking to his ex-girlfriend? He could technically do whatever he wanted. He had no commitment to you other than friendship.

Jungkook clenched his jaw, upset at your attitude toward him.

Jieun stood next to him. "Is there already trouble in paradise? Kook, come on. She's not worth your time, believe me,” he said dismissively, turning to face him and pulling his chin towards her, forcing him to focus on her. "Can we talk about us? Please."

He drew her wrist away from his face with his grip.  "You think I wanna get back with you? After what you and Jimin did to me?" Jungkook scoffed. "Why don't you crawl back to him unless he also doesn't want you?" He could tell by the teary look in her eyes that his words had cut her deeply, but he was done with Jieun. He walked away from her, not thinking about remorse. What was done was done, and there was no turning back the clock.

Every year, the end-of-year carnival is held to raise funds for the school, and this year, you stupidly agreed to make cotton candy. You thought it would be simple, but it was much more difficult than it appeared. No matter how many YouTube tutorials you watched, you couldn't get the hang of it.

"Can you remind me again why I agreed to this?" Because of the sugar you worked with to make cotton candy, your skin became sticky and sweet.

"Because you owe me."

You glared at your best friend. "Owe you for what, exactly?"

"Setting you up with Jeon Jungkook."

She didn't set you up with him, technically. She nudged you, forcing you to act on your crush. But after your movie night, study date, and an afternoon at the beach, you tried hard not to fall for him so easily. You had to remind yourself why you were hanging out with him in the first place - it was all for show and wasn't real.

"You'll thank me later when he realizes he's deeply and madly in love with you," Lyla said as she clasped her hands together, batting her eyelashes at you and making kissy faces.

"Shut up, Ly. He's not in love with me, and it's fake, remember?"

"Mmhm–anyway! I'm off to find Namjoon!" She showed off a cheesy smile, skipping away.

"Are you not going to help me?" you yelled after she was already out of sight. You sighed as you gazed at the purple cotton candy swirling inside the silver basin. "I'm sure they'll just find a place to make out. Typical."

Fortunately, Lyla sent a replacement, Jen, one of your classmates. She was very courteous and helpful, and luckily for you, she worked at the pier and had some experience making cotton candy.

You two were laughing and discussing school and summer plans. But your conversation was cut short when you felt two hands snaking around your waist. You turned around to see Jungkook kissing the nape of your neck. Then his chin nuzzled up against your shoulder.

"Sorry, did I scare you?" He uttered in a low, husky voice, tickling the shell of your ear.

You reacted by squirming away from his touch. "'S fine." You didn't want to, but you knew you had to.

Jen tried her hardest to keep her squealing to a minimum, but she failed miserably. "I'm going to...um...look at nothing," she said, backing away from you and Jungkook. "My name is Jen, and you're very pretty up close..." she trailed off as she walked away.

Jungkook smirked at your friend Jen before returning his gaze to you. "Can I kiss you?"

Your eyes widened. "What?" Jungkook turned your cheek to face him, softly pressing his lips against yours, but you quickly pulled away. "Jungkook!"

"Your ex-boyfriend was looking," he laughed as you jokingly hit his chest. "No, but seriously, Jieun was looking at us." You looked where he pointed your chin. Oh, he was correct. Jieun was definitely staring at you two. "Told you."

Clearing your throat, you focused on making more cotton candy cones. "Need anything else?"

Jungkook grinned. "Nope–see you later."

You took a deep breath and ran your hand through your hair once he was out of sight. Fucking Jeon Jungkook. He was driving you insane. The little voice inside your head practically screamed, "Don't fall in love with him. Don't do it. You'll only get hurt in the end."

Jen nudged your shoulder as she walked back towards the booth. "You and Jungkook? I need details!" She squealed, violently shaking your body from side to side.

Oh god–this lie was going to get bigger and bigger, wasn't it? You'd need to note what you were telling people at this point.

It wasn't long before you were interrupted again, but this time by Lee Jieun. She glared at Jen, telling her to run along. Your heart was racing, your hands shaking as you tried to retrieve the frothy purple confection, wondering what she could possibly want from you.

Jieun crossed her arms and raked you from head to toe, curious about what Jungkook saw in you. "I'll keep letting you have your fun with Jungkook, but just know that we're going to get back together," she warned.

You sneered at her remark, making her frown. "It's cute you believe Jungkook would want to get back with you. Keep living in your little fantasy world Jieun. Now, if you have nothing else to say to me. I have things to do."

Jieun huffed audibly, then licked her lips, smiling at your bravery. "We'll see who he picks," she said as she walked away.

You exhaled deeply when she was out of sight, slumping over the purple cotton candy circling the silver basin. And you were starting to feel sick at one point - maybe this was getting too much for you, maybe it was just time to call it quits.

Jungkook foolishly agreed to volunteer for the Kissing Booth while still with Jieun. Jieun claimed that he and Taehyung would raise the most money because they were the most attractive men on campus. Jungkook couldn't believe his then-girlfriend would take advantage of him for charity. However, Jungkook agreed, and he was not one to break promises.

"So—you and Lyla's roommate?" Taehyung smirked and wiggled his brows as he tacked heart-shaped foam shapes to the booth.

Jungkook knew Taehyung would eventually ask about you. He was always in everyone's business. "Yeah–what about it?" He inquired, his gaze fixed on his friend as he scattered lip-shaped confetti on the counter. Jungkook frowned at Jieun and her friends' tacky decorations.

"Did that happen before or after Jieun?" Taehyung asked, tacking on red lips to the side of the booth.

"After," Jungkook said, shaking his head in surprise at his friend. Unlike his ex, Jungkook regards himself as a loyal, dedicated, and faithful boyfriend.

"'Kay–bro. Just wondering. So, what's she like in bed?" He paused his work and leaned over, expecting his friend to respond with some juicy details.

Jungkook shrugged and continued his task of spreading confetti, staring blankly. "I wouldn't know."

Taehyung choked on nothing. "I'm sorry–what? You haven't fucked her yet?" 

Jungkook ran his hand through his hair in frustration. "Not everything has to be about sex."

"Bet she's a freak in bed, and it's always the quiet ones."

Jungkook glared at him, giving him a 'really' look.

He laughed. "Wow–she's holding out on you! And you're letting her. You must really like her."

"She's…cool–different."

Though your booth was far from his, Jungkook caught glimpses of you here and there, trying your hardest to make cotton candy, realizing that the food industry was not your forte. He thought you were endearing and wholesome, the polar opposite of Jieun.

"Different?" Taehyung stuck his tongue out in disgust. "Who are you, and what have you done with Jeon Jungkook?"

"Shut your mouth–and put this sign up."

Looking at your phone, you realized it had only been three hours, and you still had two hours to man the booth. Jen did a lot of the work while you handled the payments and packaged the cotton candy. You promised you would not agree to this booth the following year. You'd have to shower at least five times to get the sugar out of every crack and crevice.

Finally, there was a small break from customers. Jen asked if you could get some water from a booth a few booths over.

A voice called out from behind you as you stood in line, scrolling on your phone. "I had no idea your boyfriend was at the kissing booth," Yoongi informed you.

You looked past Yoongi, your eyebrows knitted in confusion, to see what he was talking about. Your fake boyfriend stood under the sign "Kissing Booth" with a slew of girls in his line. Jungkook didn't tell you what he was in charge of at the carnival. Now you had to fight off all these girls interested in your fake boyfriend.

"He's just doing his job, you know. It's for a good cause, after all." You gritted your teeth, trying to play off the cool fake girlfriend. You had noticed the line of girls from your booth, but you had no idea why. It's no surprise there was a fucking line. What woman wouldn't want to kiss him?

"Oh, my god. I can't believe she's letting Jungkook kiss all those girls. I would never–"

You overheard two girls behind you bickering and gossiping about you. Stupid girls. You were tired of them passing judgment. You took a bill from your back pocket while waiting in Jungkook's kissing booth line, plowing through them and Yoongi. His was the longest line. Of course, it fucking was. What else would you expect from the junior class's most popular guy?

It was finally your turn. The girl in front of you was taking her time kissing him. He even dared to smile and wink at her before she left. You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms in frustration. You slammed the bill on the counter after the girl left.

When Jungkook saw you, he had a sly expression on his face. "Hi, baby–I was wondering when I'd see you. Come to show all these girls who's the real winner of my heart?" He leaned forward, trying to kiss you.

You gave him a thin smile and reached for his lips between your thumb and index finger. "I'll give you a hundred dollars if you don't kiss the next hundred girls in line." You could hear a few groans behind you, but you didn't care if you ruined the girls' chances.

"You know, if you want, you can kiss me to make him jealous." Taehyung made a joke.

"Stay out of it, Taehyung," you yelled. "This is strictly between Jungkook and me."

He threw his hands up in defeat. He was not going to mess with you. "Your loss," Taehyung grinned, motioning for the next guest to step up.

Jungkook was led off to the side behind a ticket stand, away from the crowd. "How are people supposed to believe we're dating when you're kissing all these girls?"

"Why are you getting so worked up? It's just a kiss." Plus, he agreed to the kissing booth before your fake dating arrangement.

You huffed. Just kissing? Some of these girls were making out with him, and he allowed it. Who knows what they'd do if no one were around? Jungkook was clearly enjoying himself and making you look foolish.

"What are you? A fucking genie or something? Making girls' wishes come true?"

"And if I am? Aren't I making your wishes come true?"

You scoffed at his comment. What the hell has gotten into him? Did you two not spend a nice day together? Or maybe he was just showing his true colors. He was taking advantage of your deal; you weren't a stupid girl who would fall for his ruse.

"Just say the word if you want me to kiss you," Jungkook mocked, tilting his head.

Your cheeks began to flush at his words, almost taunting you. "Shut up before I fake break up with you."

Jungkook gasped dramatically, narrowing his eyes. "You wouldn't!"

You stepped closer to him, heart racing at a million beats per minute. "Would too."

"Do it then."

You forgot how much of a persistent ass he could be. "Do whatever you want, Jungkook. Guess it doesn't really matter anyway since it's all fake. See you later."

You were so preoccupied with Jungkook that you forgot to buy water for you and Jen. Before sprinting back to her, you quickly purchased two bottles of water. "I am so sorry! I got distracted," you said remorsefully, handing her the bottle. "I'll do all the cleanup! Just let me know what I need to do."

Another hour had passed, and the carnival was drawing to a close. You were still annoyed by your conversation with Jungkook and all of his stupid kisses. You couldn't believe he'd have the audacity to do something like that. So, what was the point of your whole thing? You were supposed to drive away girls, not bring more for him to kiss in front of you. You couldn't imagine what the other girls on campus were thinking about you now, how you let your (fake) boyfriend go around kissing other girls. You felt like a fucking idiot.

You made a loud entrance into your room when you unintentionally slammed the door shut. It's no surprise that people like that were made for each other, with Jieun's words gnawing at your insides and Jungkook's actions. They were absolutely vile, with no regard for other people's feelings, weren't they?

But that's where you berated yourself even more while walking across campus - is that you had feelings for Jeon Jungkook. No matter how much you pushed those feelings aside, they returned to haunt you.

Lyla was taken aback by your sudden entrance but addressed you immediately. "You really bought 100 kisses?"

"I bought them, but it doesn't mean I'm gonna use them," you stated, going to your closet and rummaging for something.

"You have it so bad for him," she continued to tease you while brushing through her damp hair.

You groaned, turning to face her. "Ly! Can you just stop it? PLEASE. I'm begging you." You were tired of hearing Lyla teasing you about Jungkook. Saying all these things that you knew were not true, about him falling in love with you and wanting to be with you. Because, clearly, he wasn't.

Her eyes softened, feeling guilty about how she's been pushing the Jungkook agenda on you. But it was only because you deserved to have your heart's desires. "Come on, babe, what's wrong?"

You didn't care to answer your best friend. Your only wish was to crawl underneath your duvet and go off into dreamland without wanting to wake up to face reality.

And that's what you did. You crawled underneath the white duvet, pulling it up to your chin, facing the wall, and avoiding Lyla.

On the other hand, Lyla could detect your insecurity from a mile away. She sighed and sat on the edge of your bed behind you. Lyla remained silent. She drew you close to her, allowing you to process your emotions. She knew how much you loved to belittle yourself in your big old brain.

"You know, I was scared when Namjoon and I decided to start dating. "I didn't think I was good enough for him because his IQ is practically as high as Einstein's, and mine is...you know...not even close," she chuckled. "However, Namjoon never made me feel smaller or less intelligent than him.

"Why are you telling me all of this?" you asked, your lips quivering as you fought back tears.

"Because...what I see in you aligns with what Jungkook sees in you. That's why I keep pestering you to see him.  Babe, the only person holding you back is yourself."

Ugh. You hated when Lyla was right. It was easy to make assumptions about why Jungkook did what he did today. But you'll never know how he truly feels unless you ask him.

Jungkook lay in bed after the carnival, one hand behind his head, the other across his chest, staring at the ceiling, processing the last few weeks with you. At times, he found you rather endearing and very sexy when upset. He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't help it.

Did he do the kissing booth just to annoy you? Maybe. Did he want to see how you'd react and what you'd do? Yes. He was wondering if you would fight for him or give up.

You weren't the only one who felt insecure; Jungkook did as well. He's never had such a close relationship with anyone before. You were the first to be intimate in terms of emotions and feelings. Sex? It was simple. Feelings? It was something new to him. He had no idea how to deal with it all. Is this how it feels to fall in love? Waking up, thinking about them, wondering what they're doing, what they're going to wear - he noticed you often reached for a pair of floral-shaped studs. Maybe it was a gift. Regardless, you consumed all of his thoughts. He loved that you were uninterested in his alleged status, accomplishments, or achievements on campus. It was as though you liked him, for him.

Namjoon opened the door, greeting Jungkook before flopping on his bed, interrupting his thoughts of you.

"Where did you go?"

"Just came back from Lyla's."

Jungkook assumed Namjoon had seen you. He considered asking but decided against it. He's thinking about you yet again.

"You good? Heard about the kissing booth," Namjoon peered over at Jungkook with a grin.

"Yeah, 'm fine," Jungkook mumbled, not wanting to explain how he was feeling.

"Ya know, if you want to get a girl's attention, it's best not to go around kissing other girls," Namjoon joked to his friend. "Jungkookie, I know this whole thing with her is a ruse, but it's obvious you have feelings for her. You wouldn't be acting out otherwise. Just be upfront about your feelings and see if it can turn into something real."

Jungkook was terrified of you and him becoming a real couple. What if he messed everything up? What if you didn't like him at all? What if you simply liked the idea of him? He didn't have much to offer besides his good looks, or so he thought. But offering his heart? Is he all of himself? That was even scarier. What if it was all for nothing after confessing his feelings to you?

You decided the next day to buckle up, act like an adult, and have an adult conversation. Did you want to? No, but it was necessary. Otherwise, you'd be sitting in your room, thinking about what might happen between you and Jungkook.

The beauty of living in southern California was the consistent warm days, but this May spring day was quite the opposite - a bit gloomy and overcast. You grabbed a sweater to pull over your slip dress, figuring you should look cute if you wanted to make an impression on Jeon Jungkook.

You gave yourself a pep talk as you walked to Jungkook's dorm building, going over what you wanted to say. You wanted to be clear and concise so that you wouldn't stumble over your words when you stood before him. Because who knows what you'd say if you looked him in those doe eyes.

What you saw when you turned the corner towards Jungkook's room was unexpected. Your heart dropped to the floor, making you want to scream into the void, and it confirmed everything you were afraid of.

Jungkook and Jieun.

Jungkook kissing Jieun.

Jungkook passionately kissing Jieun.

You could clearly see his tongue snake its way down her throat. Her hands were tightly wrapped around his waist, his hands cupping her cheeks as he did yours when you first kissed. You cowered out of sight behind a tall bookshelf and leaned against a wall. Your stomach churning and twisting in ways you didn't realize it could, and a severe ache in your heart would have made ripping it out preferable to having it aching inside your chest cavity.

It would have been simple to walk away, remain upset and angry, and never speak to Jungkook again.  But he deserved a piece of your mind. He needed to hear what you had to say. He couldn't get away with hurting you. You didn't even want to think about it, but you couldn't believe that he had proved you right. He was just like every other guy.

You peered again to see if they were still sucking their faces, and you quickly darted back when you saw Jieun approaching you with a smile on her pretty little face. You clenched your jaw, not wanting her to win, so you huffed, mustering all your courage, and "accidentally" bumped into her shoulder as you walked past her.

Jieun scoffed, turning back. "Just to let you know…I won," she smirked, walking backward as she watched you stroll toward Jungkook's room.

You didn't care to comment. Instead, you were busy making excuses in your head. Perhaps she was dying and required CPR. But, come on, who were you kidding? That was not one of them.

Standing in front of Jungkook's dorm room reminded you of the first time you knocked on his door to tell him you didn't want any more of his gifts. You came to say something completely different to him this time.

Since the day you approached Jungkook on campus and asked him to hold your hand. Your life has been absorbed with everything, Jeon Jungkook. He was all-consuming, like a fire enveloping everything in its path.

You quietly knocked on his door, unaware of how this conversation would turn out. To be honest, there was only one outcome, wasn't there?

Jungkook opened the door, not expecting to find you but was happy to see you because he wanted to come to talk to you too. The crinkles in the corner of his eyes were bright as he greeted you with a soft smile. "I was just about to come to see you. Glad you're here." He motioned for you to come in, but you weren't going any further into his room for fear of never wanting to leave.

Maybe he was coming to tell you about him and Jieun, that your fake relationship was over, and that he finally realized that he wanted to be with a pretty little liar instead of you.

He sat on the edge of his bed until he looked over, and you didn't follow, so he stood up, walking back towards you. "What's going on?"

"Since school is almost over, we should end our deal."

Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows. "What? Why?"

"I saw you with Jieun just a few moments ago."

"Oh, you saw that?" His expression had completely changed to a guilty one. He hoped you didn't see that.

"So, it's fine, Jungkook. You obviously don't need me anymore because you're getting back together with her. And like a friend, I'm not gonna judge you for getting back with someone who cheated on you. You're an adult and can make your own decisions."

He was quiet at your assumption about him and Jieun. "It's not what you think it is."

You scoffed at his foolish attempt to convince you otherwise. Did he think you were blind or something? "So, you weren't sticking your tongue down her throat?" You asked with such a crude tone. "God, you must think I'm stupid, huh? You think you can just use me and toss me aside?"

"That's what our deal was. You agreed to it," he said, gritting through his teeth. Jungkook had other things to say, but he was too upset to spit them out. The moment was ruined within a split second.

It was like he took out your heart and stomped all over it. You knew getting involved with Jeon Jungkook would only result in heartache, and you had no one to blame but yourself.

"I thought you were different, Jungkook. I saw a glimmer of hope when we hung out at the beach, but apparently, I was wrong. You're like every other guy who wants to get their dick wet." Maybe you could've left out that last part, but you couldn't help it. You wanted to hurt him as much as he hurt you.

Jungkook licked his lips, nodding his head at your implication of his actions. "I thought you were different too. I thought you would've given me the benefit of the doubt and a chance to explain myself, but clearly, you've already made up your mind."

You wanted nothing more than to give him the benefit of the doubt, but how could you when his actions were saying otherwise? "What is there to explain Jungkook? Please help me understand. I've seen you kiss every girl on campus except for me this weekend. Making me look like a fucking idiot."

His gaze softened, his gaze shifting to yours. "You were the only person I wanted to kiss." Jungkook craved your lips after the carnival, only yours, but you were adamant about your no-kissing rule. He never wanted to cross that line with you because he was afraid you would reject him if he did.

"You don't mean that." He was trying to get in your head again, wasn't he? Trying to confuse you makes you go back on everything you just said.

"I do..." he trailed off, moving closer to you. His familiar scent began to permeate every cell in your body. He was so close that you could feel the warmth of his body radiating onto yours. His fingers tucked a strand of hair away from your face, his dark brown eyes darting to your lips, trying to recall how they tasted.

The world seemed to slow down at this point, waiting for the two of you to decide what to do next. The silence in the room was so deafening that you could almost hear his heartbeat. When he gently stroked your cheek with his thumb, your body warmed. You closed your eyes and leaned into his big warm hand, wanting to be this way forever. When your eyes opened, you found your hands gripping his shirt tightly, wanting to close the gap even further.

"I might kiss you," he whispered.

"I might just let you."

✨ next ~ part five

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i love exploring all the existential questions that the world has 🥹 and i wanted these two to build a friendship so that their feelings would grow <3

fool for you ~ jjk | 3

Jungkook wants to go to another party, but you have other things in mind.

✨ title: fool for you | ✨ pairing: jungkook x f!reader ✨ word count: 5.7k | ✨ rating: pg-13 ✨ genre/au: fluff, light angst | college, fake dating, strangers to friends to lovers ✨ warnings: language, light touching(?), sexual innuendos, long hair yoongi shows up for a like a split second, jungkook is a sweetheart, mild jealously, flirting, this is just a very sweet chapter ✨ a/n: i'm in shambles after writing this chapter. honestly, i think i included too much lol. also, i'm a california babe at heart, so yeah, you'll see why :) but anywho, i hope you all enjoy this sweet, fluffy chapter. 💜 Any feedback, reblogs, asks are appreciated.

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The next day was hell. You vowed never to get drunk again. One of the stupidest things you've ever done. And for what reason? What exactly did it prove? Almost certainly nothing. Jieun probably didn't think much of you after last night. She was right. You could barely hold your liquor.

You groaned, rubbing your temples at the pounding in your head. Someone seemed to be stomping around all night with no intention of stopping.

"Rise and shine, sleepyhead," said a cheerful voice, making your head throb even more.

Ugh–what time is it? And it wasn't Lyla's voice. You groaned again as you opened your eyes to see Jungkook. What exactly was he doing here, and how did he get in?

"You can't get enough of me, can you?" Looking down, you realized you were still wearing the same clothes you wore the night before, and you didn't have a bra on - instead, you noticed it on your chair.

Oh god–what did you do? And who took off your bra? Did you? Did Jungkook? At least it was a cute bra.

You rubbed your face, noticing the black on your hand as you drew back. You didn't even wash your face? You groaned again, pulling your duvet over your face, embarrassed that Jungkook had witnessed your worst behavior.

Jungkook chuckled. "Mm. That is precisely why I am here." He tried to pull the duvet, but you held on tight, refusing to let go. "No, but I'm going to a party tonight, and you're invited."

"Another party? We just went to one." You whined, pulling the cover down and scowling at his request. The last one was a disaster, and you didn't want another round with Jieun if she was going to be there - fighting with his ex wasn't part of the deal.

"That was yesterday," he said casually as he sat by the foot of your bed, motioning for you to lift your feet and place them on top of his thighs.

You stared blankly at the cute boy, who suddenly became at ease enough to sit on your bed and begin massaging your feet. You quickly backed away from his grasp. "I have to study today. Sorry, Jungkook, you'll have to go alone."

With only a few weeks left of the semester, your world literature final wasn't going to ace itself.

Jungkook wavered in his thoughts for a moment, then turned to you. "What if I help you study, and then you go with me to the party? It's a win-win for everyone."

He wasn't going to let this go, was he? Did he want another night like last night? "You know, other than drinking and partying, there are other ways to have fun."

Jungkook gasped dramatically, holding his hand to his chest. "There is? Like what?"

"Skip the party and find out."

Jungkook was intrigued, as demonstrated by his expression. He appeared ready to say something, but you cut him off: "Study first, then we'll have fun."

You flipped through your index cards while glaring at Jungkook. What was the point of him joining you and helping if he was only going to sleep? So you struck him in the shin beneath the table.

"Wha–what's happening?" He asked, poking his head up, all sleepy-eyed.

"Wake up, Jungkook! I thought you would help me study," you yelled at him in hushed tones. He muttered something that you couldn't understand. "If you're just going to sleep, go to the party. I'll see you whenever you want, "You fussed as you packed your laptop and books.

So much for being a friend. Did he not know the first thing about what friends do for each other? This exam was worth 20% of your grade, and you weren't going to let some stupid boy hold you back.

"Hold on–sorry, I'm up. I'm up," Jungkook perked up, reaching for your arm, but you were already down the aisle, returning the book.

"It's fine," you wave him off as he follows you. "I'll just go back to my dorm to study." You shook your head. You had no idea what you were thinking when you asked Jungkook for help or even to be your friend. Really, it was stupid - wishful thinking.

You set your bag down next to you, on your tiptoes, trying to reach the second row from the top, and the stupid books would move for you to put back the book. Jungkook tried to take the book and help you, but you refused. Looking around, you grabbed a step stool and attempted to replace the book.

"Lemme help you, come on."

You ignored him, tippy towing the books with your fingers barely touching the edge.  But you finally pushed the book through a spot, relieved that you didn't need Jungkook's help.

You faced Jungkook, ready to step off the stool, but you lost your footing, landing in his arms and causing a commotion as the stool collided with a row of books.

"Clumsy much?" He teased you while helping you to your feet.

You gave him a scowl. "Jungkook, if you don't want to be my friend, that's fine. That's it; our deal is over."

You wouldn't put effort into a friendship if he didn't care about his end of the bargain.

"Hey–" He held your arm, causing you to turn to face him. "I'm sorry, okay? I'm just not used to this whole friendship thing. Jieun and I never really had that–we were never really friends."

You huffed. It wasn't surprising to hear Jungkook say that–girls were probably ready to jump his bones at any second. Some part of you also felt pity. Maybe Jungkook just didn't know how to be a girl's friend. Not everything had to end in sex—it was never your intention, even if you fantasized about it.

"Forget about the party–it's dumb anyway. What do you need help with? I'm here, and I'm game for whatever you need."

"It's fine, Jungkook. I'm gonna go back to my dorm and study."

"Hey–I meant what I said about being your friend. Come on…"

You sighed, not responding to him. You weren't going to tell him what he should or shouldn't do, and he was free to do whatever he wanted.

Because you didn't respond, Jungkook was unsure what you expected from him. So he followed you out of the library, back to your dorm. You were a few steps ahead of him, and every now and then, you'd look back to see if he was still following you.

You came to a halt as you turned around. "Jungkook, please stop." You couldn't figure out why you were getting so worked up. Over what?  Because Jungkook refused to be your friend? You expected him to give it his all. Your deal didn't last long, and he couldn't keep his end of the bargain.  Did guys that look like Jungkook just not know how to be friends with girls or something?

He moved closer to you. His size towers over yours. When he was close, the familiar fresh scent of his body wash mixed with his cologne began to provide comfort. When he softly called your name, you were distracted from his gaze.

"Can you look at me, please?"

You waited for a beat before doing what he asked. When you saw him darting from your eyes to your lips, you peered into his dark brown eyes, your heart racing. You sighed, waiting for him to continue.

"I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry for falling asleep and not helping you like I said I would. Can you please let me make it up to you?"

You glared at the cute boy. "Can we skip the party? I'm not looking to get wasted again."

He chuckled. "We'll do anything you want."

"Anything?" You cocked your eyebrow.

As he hummed, Jungkook's lips pursed into a pout. He was curious about what you had planned and what it would involve.

You couldn't help but indulge in self-care after Jungkook said he was up for anything, especially after a drunken night. This will make your skin very happy. You told Jungkook he couldn't complain or whine about anything you had him to do tonight.

Light conversations led the two of you to talk about your favorite movies.

"You've never seen The Breakfast Club? It's a cult classic,” with your mouth agape, you inquired. Who hasn't seen this movie? You were baffled by his lack of knowledge of pop culture or good pop culture.

Jungkook shook his head. "Nope. I've never been a fan of those kinds of films," he said as he carefully removed the sheet mask from its gleaming silver packaging. He pulled it apart and smoothed it over his face.

"Oh my god–" you exclaimed in disbelief. "We're watching this movie right now," you complained as you pushed yourself out of bed to find the remote.

As he lay against your pillows, he groaned in frustration. "It's late, and I'm going to fall asleep."

As he whined, you chuckled at his panda face sheet mask. You had already forced him to paint your nails and his, but the night was far from over. This was your revenge for your previous drunken night. "I'll punch you in the balls if you fall asleep during this movie," you threatened.

He narrowed his eyes at you, grinning, "If you want to touch them, just tell me."

He's at it again, using your crush on him to flirt. Your eyes widened as you balled your fist, raised your arm, and prepared to punch him in the groin. In case you weren't joking, Jungkook quickly blocked his goods.

"Told you, you were different. Other girls would have jumped at the chance to touch them," he slyly said while grabbing a pillow from behind him and placing it next to him. He shifted his weight and spread his legs. "I'm just saying—they're yours to take," he laughed.

You reasoned that two people could play that game. Your gaze darkens as you move closer, crawling between his legs, and kneeling in front of him. When your hands gently caress his thighs, he visibly gulps, inching closer to his ever-so-lightly growing arousal. "Don't flatter yourself, Jungkook," you flirted.

He gave you a half-smile as he looked away, then back at you. Feisty, he thought. "We gonna watch this movie or what?"

Throughout the night, you'd look at Jungkook to see if he was having fun. He appeared to be most interested in the snacks. You rolled your eyes at his constant nibbling. You were wondering how much a guy could eat.

Surprisingly, Jungkook did not complain throughout the movie. He'd pause to comment or laugh, but there were no protests.

The final scene came with John on the field, fist in the air, and the infamous ending credit song, Don't You Forget About Me, by the Simple Minds.

Jungkook thought it was amusing when he discovered you humming along, wondering how many times you'd seen this film. Was it your go-to movie? What did you find so captivating about it?  The characters? The romance?

Clicking the TV off, you turned to face Jungkook. "'Kay–question for you."

He shifted himself, mirroring you. "Go for it."

"Who do you want to be in the film?" You posed a question to everyone who saw the film with you. You liked it because it gave you a taste of who they were.

"Easy–John."

You chuckled. Of course, he did. "And why's that?"

"He's carefree, doesn't give a shit about what others think about him."

You wondered if that's how Jungkook was rebelling - by getting a full sleeve and piercings. Bet it didn't go over well with his coach, especially the piercings on his eyebrow and lip.

"And who is the character that represents you the most?"

"Andrew."

It was the obvious choice. Jungkook is a wrestler, so it was easy to connect with him. You'd heard through the grapevine that he'd transferred in on a scholarship and was under the same pressure as Andrew. You can't imagine what Jungkook has been through.

"Are there times when you wish you weren't a wrestler?" You couldn't help but inquire. You could tell he was more than just a jock.

He pondered the question while softly drumming your mattress. "Both yes and no. I enjoy wrestling. I'm good at it, but I wish my father weren't an ass about it. When he brings it up with me, it takes the fun out of it, and I become stressed. That's probably why it's always easier to fuck and avoid talking about real life."

You guessed he was talking about Jieun and his previous relationships. "Is that why you can't make friends with me? Because you only fuck around?"

Jungkook chuckled. "We're not fucking around right now, are we? So I guess I'll say I'm doing a pretty good job of being your friend."

You had to give him that. He was sweet for doing everything you asked of him tonight. The whole night turned out to be a lot of fun.

"And what about you, huh? Who do you want to be, and who are you really?"

You answered this many times, and your answer has never changed. "I want to be Claire, but I'm Brian."

"You wanna be a princess?" Jungkook wouldn't have pegged you as a princess type, considering you didn't like that pet name.

"No, not necessarily. Sometimes I just want to be noticed—but not always. I don't want to be the center of attention all the time. But I'm not sure, and all I want is to be noticed." You weren't demanding that guys wait on you hand and foot, but it would be nice to be wanted once in a while.

Jungkook hummed, wavering over your answer. "It's not everything it's cracked up to be, you know? Being popular can be annoying at times."

You laughed. "Are you implying that you're popular?"

"Yeah, I'm so popular that I have to get a fake girlfriend just to keep all the girls away from me," he remarked sarcastically.

"By the way, why is that? You're just average looking, "You teased him by gently tossing a pillow at him.

Jungkook scoffed as he realized you were joking. "You can ask someone else to hold your hand next time." He threw the pillow back at you, but you were able to catch it in time.

"You should ask one of the hyenas outside your door the next time. I'm sure they'd want much more than just to be friends with you. "You huffed angrily and crossed your arms. He'll never give up the hand-holding, will he?

"Anyway, I'm glad you asked me to hold your hand, and I'm glad I asked you to be my pretend girlfriend. It's nice to have someone to talk to, you know? So I'm glad we've become friends," Jungkook said as his gaze softened.

"Don't tell me; you'll get all sappy on me now, Jungkook. We've had good banter with one another," you quipped back.

He chuckled softly as he shook his head. He wondered if this was how you downplayed when someone showed you kindness and compassion.

"So, I should probably get back to my dorm. It's getting late."

You quickly checked the time on your phone. It was nearly midnight, and even though you didn't have classes the next day, you needed every minute to study, so it was time to call it a night.

"Yeah, right, of course," you smiled. "I'm sure you have things to do and have to wake up early."

Jungkook crawled out of your bed, grabbed his backpack, and put on his shoes before heading to the door, and you followed closely. He stepped through the threshold and opened the door. Before continuing on his way, he turned around and waved goodbye.

You felt a minor ache in your heart as you watched him walk away after only a few hours together, and a part of you wished he could stay longer. You hoped he'd look back, but he didn't, so you went back into your room, remembering the fun night the two of you had.

He did take one more look, unnoticed by you, catching a glimpse of your bunny slippers returning to your room. He wished he could stay but didn't want to cross any boundaries as a friend.

The next day, bright and early, at eight o'clock, Jungkook closed the door to his car, holding a bag of chocolate croissants and a drink tray of hot coffee. Because of his rigorous wrestling training, he was used to getting up at dawn. Since the season had ended, his body had been waking up like clockwork. He thought he'd be a good friend/fake boyfriend and bring you something delectable to start your day.

When he knocked on your door, to his surprise, you didn't answer. "Namjoon-hyung?"

"Oh–hey, JK," he answered with a low, hoarse voice, holding the door ajar. "Are you looking for your girlfriend?"

Jungkook peered in to see Lyla snuggled under her duvet. "Yeah, I am, actually. She's not here?"

"Nah, man. She left early this morning and had to study or whatever."

Jungkook slung his backpack over his shoulder, careful not to spill the coffee or drop the croissants. "Did she mention where she was going?"

Lyla popped her bed head up, sleepily looking at Jungkook. "She's at the coffee shop, on the second floor by the window, tucked in a corner."

He thanked Lyla for her response before leaving the two lovebirds. He never imagined Namjoon and Lyla together in a million years. That's great for them, he thought, and everyone deserves to find someone with whom they can have fun.

It was still early on campus, and only those doing the walk of shame, hungover, or studying were awake. Jungkook noticed a few girls and one guy doing the walk of shame back to their rooms across campus. He chuckled slightly at the sight.

When he approached the coffeehouse and looked up through the glass window, he noticed you sitting alone, intensely writing, your eyes darting back and forth between your textbook and notebook. Being so fixated on studying, he found you endearing. He'd never met anyone so obsessed with school before.

He was about to take a step when he noticed someone stealing your attention. He didn't recognize the person, but he'd find out soon enough. Jungkook sped up his search for you and this mysterious man. He came to a halt as soon as you came into view; he'd never seen you so happy, giggly, and almost unrecognizable. The man who was drawing your attention was dressed in an oversized white tee, dark slacks, and sandals. His hands ran through his long dark locks while flashing a gummy smile, which you warmly returned.

You shifted your gaze away from Yoongi when you noticed Jungkook carrying a drink tray and a pastry bag. You knitted your eyebrows in confusion, "Jungkook? What are you doing here?"

Jungkook made his way over to you and this mysterious man. "Hey—just wanted to bring you some breakfast," he said, holding up a bag and a cup of coffee.

"Um, thank you. You didn't have to," you admitted with a shy smile, "Oh-Jungkook, this is Yoongi. Jungkook, Yoongi."

You had feelings for Min Yoongi, the philosophy TA before you had feelings for Jungkook. He was always willing to go out of his way to assist you in passing the class, and your crush lasted a long time before Jungkook stepped in.

The two men in front of you nodded and stood awkwardly, waiting for someone to break the silence.

"Um—Jungkook is my boyfriend," you muttered quickly, rubbing the back of your neck.

"Boyfriend, hmm? Good for you, sweetheart."

You shook your head at the pet name. "Don't you have better places to be, Yoongi?"

"I do, actually," he smiled, saluting you before leaving. "Later, sweetheart."

Jungkook sat across from you, setting down the pastry bag and drink tray. "Do you like him or something?" Jungkook asked casually, trying not to sound protective.

You chuckled. Was he jealous of Min Yoongi? "And if I did?"

Jungkook shrugged. "That's cool, I guess." He had no right to be jealous because you weren't dating. He didn't think you'd be into guys who looked like Yoongi, and he had no idea what kind of guys you liked besides him.

It was hard to suppress the smile trying to escape. "Are you jealous?"

He pointed to himself. "Pfft–Me? Jealous? Of what?" Jungkook was the top of his class, ranked first in the Western Wrestling Conference, and had a massive line of girls waiting for him. There was nothing to be jealous about.

"Yoongi's probably more interested in you than he is in me," you said simply, wavering your pen between your fingers.

He knitted his brows in confusion, then realized what you meant. "Oh…"

"It's cute that you're jealous."

"Am not."

You hummed mmhm, sending a smirk before returning to your studies.

"Didn't know if you ate yet, so I brought some pastries and coffee–even though it looks like you already had coffee," he said, pointing at the two empty mugs sitting on the window sill.

You may have overdone it with two lattes before eight o'clock. "I'm starving," you said, dropping your pen and grabbing the bag with your hands. When you opened it, you squealed with delight. The aroma of a fresh croissant filled your nostrils. "My favorite," you said as you bit into the flaky chocolate croissant.  "What are you doing here anyway?"

"I'm here to help you study."

He was adamant about this whole being friends thing, wasn't he? A small part of you wanted to be a smartass but decided against it.

"Oh–thanks," you mumbled indistinctly.

Jungkook turned his ear to you. "I'm sorry. I couldn't hear you. What did you say?" He teased, and he just wanted to hear you repeat it.

You sighed, annoyed with him. "I said thank you."

After a few hours, you were surprised to find Jungkook by your side, studiously helping you with no complaints or whining.

"Do you have a hair tie?" Jungkook asked as he kept combing his hand through his hair, but it kept falling back into his eyes.

You perked up after having your nose buried in your textbook for the previous hour. Your eyes wandered, wondering if you had an extra hair tie. Grabbing your bag, you shuffled for your beauty bag, pulling out a simple black hair tie.

"Here."

Jungkook held his hand out. He was just glad you had something, and he just needed his hair out of his face. His pitiful attempt to tie up his fringe was tragic, and you couldn't take it any longer.

You waved your hand, straining the chair from under you, and told him to give you the hair tie. "Come 'mere." He leaned his head towards you as you asked. You tied his hair into a little sprout quickly and easily, making him look adorable.

He straightened up and ran his palm against the small flower blooming on his head. Jungkook mumbled his gratitude before returning to his flashcards.

When you sat back down, you sighed. You'd already spent the entire morning and lunch studying, and your brain was hurting. You cast a glance at Jungkook as he continued to scribble. "Hey–let's go do something fun. I need a break."

Jungkook peered up, setting down his pen. "What do you have in mind?"

"Wanna try the world's biggest corn dog?"

"Okay, what the hell is this? And why is it so fucking big?"

You didn't take Jungkook to be one to complain about the food. You'd seen him eat some ridiculous things before. "There's a reason it's the world's largest corn dog!"

You'd been watching far too many TikToks when you came across this one, and it sounded too good to pass up, especially since it was in the same city as the two of you.

Jungkook insisted on sharing, and after five minutes of arguing, you finally caved. Your jaw dropped when your order number was called. Good thing Jungkook persuaded you to share. The corn dog was the size of your arm.

"Aren't you glad you didn't get your own?"

You sighed and rolled your eyes. "Don't eat it all!" You cried when he took the biggest bite and took another mouthful before finishing what was in his mouth. "Jungkook," you grumbled. You were anxiously awaiting that corn dog.

He laughed when you playfully smacked his back. Goddamn, was this man pure muscle or something? You bet your hand hurt more than the slap against his back.

Half of the corn dog was gone when he turned around to face you. "Oh, my god. You owe me another one!"

Jungkook was ridiculous, so you stepped on the back of his calf, causing him to plunge forward. "Yah–okay, okay," he chimed, finding his balance again. "You're so violent." He finally handed you the corn dog.

"Don't mess with a hangry woman," you chirped back, taking a bite of the crisp cornmeal batter and juicy sausage. You were never one to care for corn dogs, but this one was delicious.

California nights were among your favorites, particularly watching the sunset at the beach. When life became difficult, it became a place of refuge.

You made Jungkook get you a plate of nachos with space cheese instead of real cheese melted on top and a heaping spoonful of jalapenos. Jungkook remarked that he'd never seen a girl eat so much, but he was glad you didn't mind stuffing your face in front of him.

"I love food. We were put on this earth to enjoy food."

Jungkook laughed. He was relieved that you were comfortable being yourself around him, as most girls were not. He had the impression that they were always putting on a show because he was Jeon Jungkook.

After a short walk along the beach, chit-chatting here and there. You noticed an open bonfire pit and suggested doing this one last thing before the night ended. The night sky was too beautiful to miss out on stargazing.

You were both unprepared for the beach. With no chairs or blankets, you two made do with digging your toes into the sand.

The afternoon with Jungkook was nice; being away from school allowed you to get to know him better. He was like other young adults your age, trying his hardest.

You two started talking about your friends, and he inquired about you and Lyla. You were surprised to learn that Jimin was his best friend. You only knew Jieun and Jimin slept together, but you were unaware of Jungkook's role.

"I'm sorry they did that to you. It's a pretty shitty thing to do."

Jungkook shrugged. "It's whatever. It just sucks to lose a friend, you know?" He said as he made a pile of sand in front of him.

You agreed with a nod. "It's hard for me to open up to girls, so the ones that I am close with. I'm gonna be loyal to them for the rest of my life. So, I couldn't imagine if someone did something like that to me, and it would suck for sure."

He flashed a bunny smile and nose scrunch, trying to ease the pain of his past relationships. "So, tell me, what is a friend to you?"

He wanted to know what you were looking for in a friend because you only asked him to be a friend, and maybe if he was brave enough, he'd ask what you look for in a significant other.

You sat with your toes in the warm sand, the heat from the fire illuminating your skin. You two sat in silence, collecting your thoughts and thinking up a viable answer for Jungkook.

"A friend is—someone who listens, doesn't judge you, calls you out when you're out of line, and somehow makes everything okay," you shrugged. "I'm not sure. At least, that's what a friend is to me, and everyone's definition is different."

Jungkook acknowledged your response. "Seems simple enough. I can do that." He smiled, flashing his bunny teeth - his smile had always been one of your weaknesses, and him being so close, smelling his cotton body wash, was driving you insane.

He's never had too many friends that were girls because they always turned into more than friendship fairly quickly. He's had guy friends, but it was hard to open up to them sometimes. Namjoon was the only person he could ever truly confide in. So, he appreciated that the two of you were friends first. To be honest, it was just nice to sit and talk.

"You wanna go touch the water?"

"You just wanna do everything today, huh?"

"Yeah, kinda," you softly chuckled.

Jungkook stood up, brushing the sand off his bare feet and holding out his hand for you to take. You were about to slap it away but resisted and decided to play nice because he's been sweet to you today.

So you took his warm hand in yours, and he whirled you up from your seated position, forcing you to dash with him toward the water.

The waves crept up to your feet, foaming ocean water bubbles making their way to you. When you turned around, Jungkook had already pulled his hoodie over his head, followed by his shirt.

"What are you doing?" You exclaimed with wide eyes.

"Going in. You said you wanted to touch the water."

"No, no, no…touch it, like with my feet, not immerse my whole body in it." You had a feeling somehow, somehow, he would convince you to go in.

And there was Jungkook, half-naked and ready to jump. He looked at you and extended his hand. "We've come this far, and you're not going in? Let's go. We'll go together." His puppy eyes didn't help matters.

You dipped your toe in, and it wasn't too bad, but you knew you'd regret it once you got out. "Ugh–fine!" You grumbled, grabbing his hand.

"On the count of three. One…two…three–"

You two took a step forward together. Jungkook came to a halt as the two of you were about to hit the approaching wave, allowing you to freefall into the freezing salt water. When you realize what has just happened, your mouth drops open. You stood there with your mouth agape, your hair and clothes wet.

When you turned around, you yelled his name, which caused him to clap and laugh. "I'm going to kick you in the balls right now! C'mere!" You yelled at him while sprinting towards him. He swerved to avoid you before you caught his ankle with your foot, causing him to tumble and land on top of him.

You smacked him in the chest a few times, grumbling at his trickery. He clung to your waist, squeezing it until you relaxed. His eyes softened as he drew you closer to his chest, your breathing slowing after you whined and complained. Jungkook laughed when he saw you and wondered if you were always like this. He carefully tucked a strand of wet hair falling out of place behind your ear, observing every detail of your face.

"Sorry, I lied," he whispered, eyes darting back and forth between your eyes and mouth.

You rolled your eyes, then made your wet hair fall down, lightly dragging it across his face. "Now you're wet too," you uttered before pushing yourself off him.

Because your clothes were soaked, Jungkook offered you his hoodie as he slipped his shirt back on. You took it without hesitation. It was freezing after being soaked by the ocean water courtesy of Jungkook.

Jungkook escorted you to your dorm hall's lobby. You expected him to join you all the way to the door, but when you turned around, he remained a short distance away, so you decided to return to him.

If he walked you to the door, who knew what he would've done - staying out in the open was a safer option. Seeing you drowning in his hoodie didn't help his thoughts one bit.

"Thanks for today," you glanced at him, toying with the string on his hoodie.

He smiled as the corners of his mouth curved. "Anytime. Have a good night." The desire to lean in for a kiss was strong, so he quickly turned his feet and headed for the door, trying not to break your rules.

When you entered your room, you were greeted by Lyla, sitting on her bed, closing her book in her lap. "Hi, bestie. Where were you all day? Hmm?"

You bit your bottom lip hard, trying to stop the stupid smile from escaping. "Err–out with Jungkook."

She set her book on the desk beside her. "You're so in love with Jeon Jungkook," Lyla teased as she crawled under her covers.

"I–I am not," you huffed, "We had a fun time at the beach, that's all."

His scent lingered on your skin after you removed his hoodie. You needed to shower to get the salt off your skin, but you also wanted him to linger around for a little longer than needed. And that's when you realized you were in big trouble - just a few days with him, and you were falling for him. Fuck.

✨ next ~ part four

[btsgotjams27]

they’re so stinking cute—i love them sm.

hi I miss the ffy couple and I was wondering if you'd write a drabble for their first official date. thank you 💕

Jungkook takes you on a first official date as boyfriend and girlfriend.

✨ title: fool for you | drabble; first date ✨ pairing: jungkook x f!reader ✨ word count: 974 | ✨ rating: pg ✨ genre/au: fluff, cute | est!relationship ✨ warnings: mentions of sex, kissing, hugging, being cute ✨ a/n: hi friends. Omg, i didn’t know how much I missed this couple??? I low-key want to write a small one-shot. I toyed with the idea but we’ll see if it actually happens. I literally don’t need more on my WIP list lol. But anyways, enjoy this fluffy cute couple. ✨ have questions or want drabbles? drop them here.

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Jungkook double-checked everything he wrote to ensure the options were fitting for both of you. Before getting out of the car, he stuffed the scraps of paper into his pocket. He pulled on his black Supreme jersey shirt, flattened his joggers, and ran his hands through his hair. His palms were sweating as he approached your door.

Even though the two of you had been together for a few weeks, he was still concerned that one small mistake could set the two of you back a few steps, which he didn't want to happen.

When he knocked on the door, he heard shuffling from the other side. You were scurrying around, slipping on your shoes and hoping not to fall on your face. When you opened the door, you saw your very cute boyfriend holding two pieces of paper. You recognized it right away because you had seen it trending on TikTok. Then you noticed his phone, which was recording what you assumed was an interactive 'choose your date' game.

Your mouth's corners also curled upward to mirror his.  You were glad you chose a cute outfit to wear since this was being recorded. Jungkook wiggled his eyebrows, waiting for you to choose.

Jungkook must have used thick cardboard to prevent you from cheating as you deliberated between the two, squinting to see if you could read what was written on it.

“Come on, baby. You gotta pick one.”

You waved your finger back and forth before selecting the one on the right, checking to see what you had selected: sushi. You squealed at your choice, muttering a ‘yes’ as you stepped out of your door.

“Good choice,” Jungkook smiled.

“What was on the other paper?”

“I can’t tell you that,” he scowled, opening the passenger door for you, in which you rolled your eyes.

The sushi dinner was scrumptious—you could eat sushi all day if you could. Toward the end of dinner, Jungkook pulled out another set of choices, dangling it in front of you. Hmm. You had already chosen the right side before, maybe you should go for the left. You tried plucking the left card from his grasp, but he wouldn’t let go.

"Hey!" you protested in pout.

He darted his eyes to the right card, hoping you’d catch his drift. You chuckled, shaking your head. You thought it was your choice, not his. Regardless, you chose the card he desired: ice cream by the pier, but not before taking the other card to see the second option, a DIY S'mores bar. You'd have been happy either way, but Jungkook must have been craving ice cream.

The pier was surprisingly tame for a Saturday night. A few kids running around, parents chasing after them, couples and groups of friends laughing and walking around. And then there were the two of you, newly dating, and getting to know each other properly.

Jungkook held your hand, placing a kiss on the back of it. The sentiment made your stomach flutter. He had been so sweet to you these past few weeks, being attentive to your wants and needs, and leaving you small gifts here and there. You appreciated the gestures but he didn’t always have to spoil you.

You peered at your cute boyfriend, happily licking away at his vanilla and chocolate swirled ice cream cone. He couldn’t choose just one, so he chose both. You figured he’d get the best of both worlds.

The two of you stood outside your door and he stopped you before you could go in. He held up two more cards, awaiting your decision. You sighed before choosing the card on the left, which was: a hug. You could only guess what was on the other card.

Jungkook crouched down, embraced his arms around your thighs before lifting you up, causing you to squeal. You quickly snaked your arms around his neck.

“Jungkook! What are you doing?” You protested.

“Giving you a hug,” he smiled.

“This is not a hug!” You countered, lightly slapping his shoulder, uttering for him to put you down.

He chuckled. “Sorry, I’ve always wanted to do that to someone I was dating.”

You grinned. “Weirdo.”

“Your weirdo.”

“Mm, my weirdo,” you whispered, wrapping your arms around him for a real hug.

You nudge your nose against his, pulling him flush to you. "You don't want to stay?" You hadn't gone past second base but you were itching for just a bit more from him. The tension was killing you for the past few weeks.

He understood what you were saying and was tempted to say yes. He'd love to stay and cuddle and kiss you all night, but he knew where that would lead, and he didn't want to rush anything with you—he wanted to take his time. To be honest, he was sure he'd want to have sex with you all the time if things between you got physical, but you were different, and you made him want to do things differently. You deserved better, better than the previous relationships he’s had.

"Mm, I want to, but I shouldn't," he murmured, lips ghosting over yours.

You frowned at his remark and he couldn't help but chuckle at how cute you were. He placed a kiss on your neck, making you shudder at his effect on you. You were surprised by how long he had been holding out on you, but you didn’t want to ruin such a new thing with him.

“Mmkay.”

“Did you have fun tonight?”

You nodded and grinned. “Can I plan our next date?”

He hummed before capturing your lips with his. “Mm—you make me wanna stay.”

You tugged on his bottom lip, shaking your head, and gave him a devilish smile. “You made your bed, gotta lie in it,” you said, kissing him once more. “Good night.”

[btsgotjams27]

Lissa, it's been a hard week for me and reading your comments lifted my spirits 🥺😭

tysm for the kind words and I appreciate all comments and key smashing ☺️ ngl, reading through that paragraph about joonie's body, I'm like, uh, I wrote that?! 😆 I'm so glad you liked this story. I look forward to you popping up on my notifs if you continue to read other works. 😍💖

entirety ~ knj

namjoon is the complete package, except for the fact that he won’t make the first move.

✨ title: entirety | ✨ pairing: namjoon x f!reader ✨ word count: 3.3k | ✨ rating: m/18+, minors dni ✨ genre: fluff, pwp (there's some plot), smut ✨ warnings: mentions of a toxic ex-bf, clumsy cute namjoon, reader is horny, namjoon visual, kissing, consent is sexy, marking, fingering, big d*ck namjoon, oral (m receiving), protected sex, reverse cowgirl, cowgirl, light spanking ✨ playlist (pls listen to these while reading 👀) ✨ a/n: thank you to yaz for the cute, clumsy namjoon bedroom scene. and last but not least, thank you to beautiful beta @here4kpopfics. ily. ✨ a/n 2: no, you're not seeing things and yes, i've already posted this before but i'm reposting bc....reasons.

Today, Namjoon has planned a little date to one of his favorite places, the Seoul Botanic Park. It's been on your list, and he must have remembered you talking about it. You thought it was sweet how much he listened to you ramble about the most random things. Honestly, it was a problem - you rambling, not him listening. He would bring you your favorite flowers or chocolate; you couldn't remember when you told him these things.

"Namjoon, these are beautiful," you said when he handed you a bouquet of sunflowers. You gestured for him to come in and then stupidly stepped forward, wanting to kiss him on the cheek, but he didn't even notice and brushed past you. So, you smiled and faked not being upset at his hot, clueless self.

You weren't sure what the issue was. The pair of you had great chemistry, at least you thought so, and had a lot in common. It felt as though you were on a reality dating show where the girl is super into the guy, but when in reality, he wasn't. Did it irk you a bit? Yes, because all you wanted was to climb him like a giant tree.

"Have I dressed appropriately for this occasion?" You looked down at your blue floral sundress compared to Namjoon's casual yellow sweatsuit and beanie.

He eyed you from head to toe, making your cheeks warm up. "Nah–you're perfect," he smiled, showing off one of your many Kim Namjoon weaknesses - his dimples.

"Lemme just put these in water, and then we'll go." Quickly, you ran into the kitchen, trying to find a vase to fill up. While opening the cupboard, you realized how short your dress was from the back, considering it was riding up as you reached up for the vase.

Namjoon cleared his throat, trying not to become aroused after seeing a sliver of your cheeky backside. "Here, I can get that for you."

The botanic garden was perfect - the atmosphere, the views, Namjoon. He held your hand the entire way, leading you through the conservatory. You caught stolen glances from him when you would squint to look at the information card for each plant, making a checklist of the ones you liked.

"What? Is there something on my face?" You asked, quickly reaching into your purse to grab your compact.

"No, I just–want to look at you," Namjoon said with his dimpled smile. He held his hand out, waiting for yours. You set your compact back in your purse before intertwining your hands with his. You quite liked how perfectly your hands fit into Namjoon's big warm ones. He happily swung your arm with his, wandering into the next part of the garden.

Your favorite part was the plant cafe. If you lived closer, you'd be there every day. Though you'd have to keep Namjoon's credit card because, knowing him, he'd come home with a new plant every time.

While at the cafe, you thought you'd test out a theory to see if Namjoon was physically trying to avoid you. Stupid, yes, but you needed confirmation.

He returned with the iced Americanos in hand, and you may or may not have accidentally tipped yours onto yourself to see if he'd help you clean it up. The most he did was hand you some napkins, with no intention of helping you dampen the coffee stains away. Sigh.

On the subway ride back, the work rush hour had begun, meaning everyone was packed like sardines. The good part about it was you were being smushed into Namjoon's big frame, unintentionally, of course. Still, Namjoon, being the gentleman he is, wiggled away from your ass as others began to crowd around you. Even a subway full of people couldn’t make this man crack under pressure; he'd always find a way to avoid accidentally touching you.

Namjoon did everything right by the book, and you shouldn't complain, considering your ex-boyfriend was a jerk. You should be glad that Namjoon was courteous, which was hard to come by these days.

"Hey, are you okay? I feel like you've been pretty quiet during this date. Did I do something wrong?" Namjoon asked with furrowed brows, taking a seat in one of your dining room chairs.

Yes and no, you thought to yourself. You wanted Namjoon to kiss you finally. Maybe be a little rough and passionate, get a little handsy, touch you like he wanted you–but here you were, twelve dates later, and the most you've done is hug and hold hands. You loved those things, and Namjoon has been a complete gentleman, but you were tired of waiting for him to make the next move.

"Do you find me attractive?" You asked, suddenly being bold in your approach to this gentle giant, leaning against the back of the couch, facing him.

Your question surprised him, causing him to blush and rub the back of his neck. "Of course I do. Why do you ask?"

"No reason," you mumbled, looking away from his gaze. Maybe Namjoon just wasn't sexually attracted to you, but why would he continue to go on dates with you if he wasn't or didn't see a future with you? You were confused and annoyed but didn't want to ruin the nice day the two of you were having.

Namjoon could see your frustration, so he extended his hand to you, and you took it because you wanted to feel needed. You slotted yourself between his legs, feeling embarrassed for being so bold. Maybe he needed to go at a slower pace. Have you ever thought about that?

He flashed a thin smile, softly brushing the back of your hand, "I like you. I do…I just…want to be mindful of giving you space."

His remark took you aback, "Wait, why?"

"Well…I remember you talking about your ex. And how he didn't treat you right, so…I just wanted to be careful not to do the same thing," Namjoon clarified, gazing into your eyes, waiting for you to say something.

Fuck. Was it too early to say you love this man already?

Your heart completely melted like butter. Namjoon was so sweet, and here you were, wanting him to touch you like the horny little slut that you are. He was waiting for you to initiate and feel safe around him. Namjoon was nothing like your ex-boyfriend, the complete opposite; he was everything you could want.

"Is that why you haven't kissed me yet? And have been avoiding physical contact?" It was almost a relief to hear him say that, so you weren't going crazy, and he probably is attracted to you.

His facial expression said yes. "I'm sorry, but I just didn't want to mess this up because I really like you."

You snaked your arms around his neck, pulling yourself closer, eliminating the distance. You leaned down, nudging your nose with his.

"Can I kiss you?" Namjoon whispered, eyes darting between yours. His lips were so close, yet so far, enough to make your stomach somersault.

And you answered by pressing your lips against his. The kiss was tender and sweet, the two of you taking your time to explore one another for a minute or two, hands in each other's hair, pulling and tugging. Namjoon hesitated to wrap his arms around your waist, but you encouraged him.

To your surprise, Namjoon swiped his tongue at your bottom lip, begging to enter your mouth, and you let him, his tongue finally having a taste of yours. He cupped your face as he stood, slightly pulling away from your lips but quickly reconnecting. He didn't want to be away from them for too long.

Namjoon smiled into the kiss, letting out a low chuckle before asking, "Can I touch you?"

Who knew such a simple question would cause you to clench around nothing? Unwrapping your arms, you took Namjoon's hands, bringing one to massage your breasts, and then, taking the other, trailing down to your navel, reaching under your floral dress to your clothed heat, which was already stained with your arousal. You whimpered his name when he rubbed his digits in circles against your clit.

He tilted his head. "Baby…you're so wet for me already?"

Shamelessly nodding at his question. You looked at him with darkened eyes, "You don't need to be gentle with me, Joonie." His eyes fluttered shut, groaning at your words, causing his erection to twitch in his yellow sweats. "But first, can I touch you?" Your eyes wandered to the evident erection.

He hummed a yes, and that's all you needed before dropping to your knees. Your manicured fingers are at the elastic hem, ready to pull down his sweats and find out what's been hiding underneath these twelve dates. You shimmied his boxers and pants, keeping your eyes on the prize–and a giant prize it was. Your mouth was slightly watering, ready to take on this challenge.

Namjoon glanced at you, thinking you looked so pretty on your knees for him. He didn't want to rush anything and was fine with taking it slow, but he wanted this too. He gently moved a piece of hair out of your face, caressing your cheek. "You okay, pretty?" He asked, as his heart was pounding, blood rushing to the girthy length staring you in the face.

You assured him by placing your hand around the base of his cock, causing him to grunt and jerk forward. You put your other hand behind his thigh, tugging him further towards you. He was already leaking pre-cum, and you didn't hesitate to taste it. Namjoon hissed at the slightest touch from your tongue. He couldn't wait until he was entirely inside the warmth of your mouth.

But you didn't take him fully in your mouth, not yet. You wanted to give some attention to his balls first, gently sucking on them while stroking him from the base to the tip. His fingers grazed your scalp, encouraging you to keep going. "Fuck, baby--" Namjoon moaned. And that's when you licked your lips and swirled your tongue around his reddened tip, taking him inch by inch until he hit the back of your throat.

Namjoon panted, chest heaving as you bobbed up and down his cock, your hand around the part you couldn't fit in your mouth. He didn't know how long he would last if you kept going like this.

"Baby-baby-baby--I don't wanna come yet," he pleaded, motioning for you to stand. The colors of your knees matched the tip of his cock. He leaned down to kiss you, tasting himself on your tongue. His hands untie your dress, allowing a complete view of your matching lingerie set. Namjoon's grin in full approval of it. "God, you're so sexy."

He crouched down, hooking his arms underneath your thighs, causing you to yelp. While your legs were straddled around Namjoon's hips, he grasped tightly to hold you in place as he shuffled to the bedroom. Granted, his pants and boxers were still around his ankles, and he was doing his best to maneuver you.

Namjoon, being the cute but clumsy giant he is, stumbled on a pair of shoes at the foot of your bed, unexpectedly throwing you on the bed. You squealed at the sudden jolt against your duvet and pillows. He mumbled an apology. That was not his intention, but you didn't mind—you kind of like being thrown around by him.

Sitting up, you rid yourself of the floral dress and bra, freeing your breasts for Namjoon to see. You decided to keep your panties on–for now. Laying back and propping yourself up on your elbows, you waited for Namjoon to undress. You'd seen his dick, and you wanted to see the rest.

He stood at the edge of the bed, taking every inch of you in, and his shyness began to take over, but seeing you sprawled on the bed in this position, made it quickly dissipate. Namjoon took off his beanie, tossed it on the floor, then lightly ruffled his hat hair.

Growing impatient, you crawled on your knees towards him. He attempted to pull off his yellow sweatshirt, but it became caught on his big 'ol head. The two of you laughed before he finally discarded it along with his shirt.

You sat, feet tucked underneath you, drinking him all in. No one could have guessed that Namjoon was chiseled like a Greek God by his casual, loose clothing. You loved his style, but fuck–you definitely did not want him wearing fitted clothing. He was for your eyes only.

His honey skin glistened beneath what was left of the day's sunlight, his taut pecs ready to be pounded on like he was Tarzan, and god–his abs, you just wanted to run your tongue down every rift and canyon.

"Like what you see?" Namjoon said with a smirk. Your eyes watched as he stroked himself.

You bit your bottom lip, imagining how well he'd fill you up. Shamelessly, you nodded, waiting to see what he’d do next.

Namjoon chuckled, leaning down to place a kiss in the crook of your neck, sucking on your warm skin and continuing to move along to your collarbone and the top of your chest. One hand massaging your breast, causing your nipple to harden - and you’ve decided that you loved having his hands on you. Your body was aching, yearning for him to continue, and he must have read your mind - his other hand pulled down your panties, flinging them to the ground, and gently rubbed circles on your clit, making you gasp at his touch.

Hovering over you, he fully enveloped your breast in his mouth. You arched your back and squirmed underneath, hands threaded through his dark locks, mewling his name along with curses. He unexpectedly pulled away, muffling your moans with more kisses.

Your pussy was already wet, and a mess before Namjoon slipped two fingers into your entrance. An audible whimper escaped when he gathered your juices, spreading it between your folds and pumping his long digits back in. You couldn’t see him with your eyes closed, but he was grinning devilishly at how easily you were unraveling for him. Namjoon pumped his fingers urgently in and out of your cunt, seeing as your twisted expression and little yelps of pleasure assured him that you were close.

“You gonna come for me, baby?” Namjoon asked in a low, husky tone, kissing you again. The knot in your stomach intensely reached its peak, legs unsteady, shaking uncontrollably as your walls clenched around his fingers. He continued pumping in and out of you, riding out your high–your wetness making lewd noises when he finally pulled out of you. He didn’t even have his mouth on you, yet, no other man has made you come so hard by just using their fingers.

You already looked fucked out of your mind, but Namjoon couldn’t resist pushing up your legs so that he could have a taste. “Oh god–just fuck me already!” you covered your mouth when you realized you said your thoughts aloud. “I’m sorry–I just–I didn’t mean to say that out loud for you to hear.”

Namjoon let out a hearty laugh, his eyes taking a crescent shape, causing his dimple to form. "Well, I shouldn't deny my girl what she wants, hmm?" His expression suddenly darkened, dragon eyes now on display, ready to fuck you like he’s wanted to after the first date.

God, he's so sexy, so big, and strong. You just wanted him to do nasty, unspeakable things to you, but that'll come in time.

Namjoon leaned down to kiss you, "Condoms?"

You love a safe king.

Pointing to the nightstand by your bed, Namjoon quickly reached over, pulling out the box, grabbing a foil wrapper, and ripping it open. You watched him closely as he rolled the condom down his length - putting on a condom should not be this sexy. Maybe it was just your pussy doing all the thinking.

He smiled, catching a glimpse of you watching him. "Lay down," he ordered. You did as he asked, legs spread, ready to go. Namjoon crawled towards you, his big frame hovering over you. "You're gorgeous, baby."

Your cheeks warmed up from his compliment. "You know how to make a girl blush right before you fuck her."

Namjoon grinned at your remark. He started stroking himself, placing his cock at your entrance. He looked at you one more time before slowly pushing into your sex, eyes rolling back, mewling at how he stretched you out. When he bottomed out, he leaned forward, propping himself up on his elbows on either side of you, his lips ghosting the shell of your ear. “You’re so fucking tight–I’m not gonna last long.”

You smiled at his comment, nudging your nose against his cheek, pressing a kiss into his jaw, and encouraging him to continue. His strokes were slow and long, hips rolling tenderly in and out of your pussy, making sure you could feel every inch of him. His eyes focused on watching his cock disappear into your body; it was something he could watch forever if he could.

Namjoon started to pick up the pace, grunting and panting heavily while he thrust into you. Pounding into your cunt over and over, easily hitting your g-spot. “Joon–,” you softly repeated his name, but he was too caught up in the moment to realize you were talking to him, so you pulled him down for a kiss. “Joonie–can I?”

He’d been doing all the work so far; you wanted to show him a little love too–you didn’t want to be selfish. You directed him to lay on his back, his big cock sprung in the air, waiting to be swallowed up by your pussy again. To his surprise, you didn’t sit facing him–but rather away from him. Your ass on full display made him groan in pleasure when you sank back down onto him; the view was enough to blow his load.

Plants. He thought about plants to steady his mind.

“Shit–baby–you’re gonna be the death of me.”

You smirked as you began rolling your hips in a merciless rhythm, leaning forward, holding onto his legs so he could get a better view. He muttered a few curse words before grabbing ahold of your hips and thrusting into you from below, causing you to yelp.

As much as Namjoon loved seeing your backside, he'd rather see your pretty face and tits. "Fuck–baby, turn around. I want you to see how hard you make me come," Namjoon commands.

Can Namjoon be any hotter right now?

With a grin, you obey, finding yourself facing him. You could tell he was trying to hold it together, but you knew he'd come the second you sat back down on him.

Your hands pressed against his pecs as you aligned your entrance with his cock. A breath hitched in your throat as he stretched you out again, the pressure in his belly building to its peak. His hands grasped at your waist as he thrust into you from below like before. Namjoon bit his bottom lip; he really loved watching his cock disappear in and out of you.

His heart was pounding underneath your hand, and his quick, breathy grunts informed you he was close. You decided it was time to help by pushing against his thrusts. The two of you are in a frantic state of chasing his climax.

Namjoon’s groans were growing louder, as were the sounds of your bodies smacking against one another. He began to lose his composure, the muscles in his lower abdomen tightening every second, finally building to have its sweet release.

But what really pushed him over the edge was when you straightened up, one hand on his abdomen and the other massaging his balls.

“Fuck–” Namjoon cried out, throwing his head back further into the bed. The shockwaves of his orgasm made him writhe under you, and his expression twisted in pleasure as you milked everything that he had.

When he finally returned to reality, he flashed the biggest grin you’d seen. “That good, huh?” You teased, leaning down to kiss him.

“I have no idea why I waited so long to do this,” he said, removing a stray hair away from your face.

[btsgotjams27]

Ughhh, Namjoon is a literal dream and OC definitely takes him for granted 😭

pitch fest | knj

At Pitch Fest, a high-stakes event for discovering the next big book, you find yourself reluctantly partnered with your charming yet infuriating business partner, Namjoon. As he flirts his way through the week, you struggle with your unresolved feelings from a past kiss. Amidst a whirlwind of playful bickering and simmering jealousy, Namjoon’s persistence and seductive charm ignite a passionate confrontation, leading to a revealing and intimate moment that forces you both to confront the true nature of your relationship.

✨ title: pitch fest (don’t push your luck drabble) ✨ pairing: knj x f!reader ✨ genre/au: fluff, a lil angst (you know me) | co-workers, ex-college rivals, slight e2l ✨ word count: 1.2k | ✨ rating: R ✨ warnings: jealously, some begging, namjoon’s actually kinda sweet in this one, kissing, a smol erection ✨ a/n: just a little drabble for joonie’s birthday. i’m sorry it’s been so long since i’ve written anything. i’m honestly surprised i was able to even write anything. anywho, i hope you enjoy it. (oop--forgot to mention this is my don't push your luck couple!)

read > don't push your luck | read > under the mistletoe (drabble)

Pitch Fest is a yearly event where authors and agents speed date to try and find the best, up-and-coming books.

In previous years, you attended these events with your beloved ex-colleague, Raha, but this year, you’re stuck with your partner in crime, Namjoon. And as you expected, he turned on his charm, ready to sign any author that made a pass at him or slipped them their number. If you only had a dollar for every time that happened, then maybe you wouldn’t have to go into business with him.

You expected the door to slam shut after you, but it didn’t. Instead, a hand pounds against it, propping it open.

Namjoon calls out your name and like the stubborn person you are, you don’t answer. You’re ready for the week to be over so you can head back home and cuddle up with a fluffy blanket and a cup of hot chocolate.

Normally, you’d pack everything in your suitcase the morning of, but you need to keep yourself occupied or else you’ll throw a hair dryer at Namjoon’s head. You’re only keeping the essentials out to wash up tonight and tomorrow, along with your pajamas and set of new clothes.

There’s a felt presence behind you as you’re pulling shirts and dresses off their hangers.

“What’s going on?” Namjoon asks, grasping your arm, but you knock into him on your way to the bathroom.

You can hear a small sigh coming from him as you walk away. You’re ridiculous—you know you are. The two of you have never defined anything regarding your relationship, so flirting with other people shouldn’t have you riled up. He’s free to do whatever or whoever he wants. You just hate that he kissed you during Christmas and nothing has come of it since then.

Of course, there’s the constant quips and butting of heads, but that’s nothing new with the pair of you. That’s how it’s always been.

Namjoon leans against the door frame, watching you grab your makeup, and stuff it in your bag. “Can you talk to me? Please?”

You catch his gaze in the mirror, ignoring his question again.

A beat passes and he isn’t ready to give up. He stands beside you, urging you to stop what you’re doing.

“I can’t read your mind. Did I do something wrong?” His eyes are desperately searching for any kind of reaction.

You suck in your lips, turning to him with a fake smile. “Nope. You didn’t do anything wrong. You’re just being you.” There’s a twinge of displeasure when you deliver that last line.

He pulls back, stunned by your hostility. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, I don’t know.” You shrug. “You’re practically flirting and throwing yourself at women this entire week.”

Namjoon scoffs. “That’s what you’re mad about? It’s our job to get the best authors. What do you think I’m doing?”

“You were totally flirting with that one author,” you mumble, shaking your head as you continue stuffing your bag. The author with the low-cut top and mini skirt who was trying to sell her book about her dog's diary.

His mouth hangs before replying, “I was not!” He reassures you.

You whip around. “Yeah huh!” You cringe when you realize you sound like a child, and you hate that Namjoon can do this to you. It shouldn’t be so easy for him to push your buttons, but he’s like an itch you can’t scratch, a bug you can’t squash, a—you get the picture. He’s a pain in the ass.

He crosses his arms and cocks his head. “And if I was? Are you jealous or something?”

Your eyes go bug-eyed. “Me? Jealous?  Pfft–you couldn't be more wrong.”

You whiz past him again, but he grasps your hand, pulling you and backing you up against the counter. Your eyes dart to his and you're praying he can't see the visible gulp you just swallowed.

“What?” you seethe through your teeth.

Namjoon's smirk makes you want to wipe it off his face. “You're cute when you're jealous. Should've done more of it so I could see you like this.”

If only your eyes could burn straight through that big head of his.

“Don't call me cute,” you huff, looking down at the ground.

His expression softens, and he raises your chin. He softly looks into your eyes, and you follow him as he glances at your lips, then back up. Namjoon's thumb strokes your cheek, making your heart flutter and your stomach somersault. Your chest rises and falls, breaths slowing down as you scan his face and your eyes land on the delicate beauty mark just below his lower lip.

“Cute.”

Your jaw tightens when he says it again. “I hate you.”

Those three words come out of your mouth but you don’t really mean it—well, maybe like 90% of it. He has some redeeming qualities.

“Yeah?” Namjoon’s fingers trace your jaw, then your neck. “What do you hate? Gotta be specific.”

“I hate….your lips,” you say breathlessly when he touches your collarbone.

“What else?” He growls, moving closer to you, his forehead now resting against yours.

“Your voice.”

Namjoon pulls back with a low chuckle and hums.

“Hate how it does something to me, especially during work meetings, when you pull me close and whisper in my ear,” you admit. His voice goes deep and rumbles, sending shivers throughout your body. Every. Single. Time.

He leans in close, right next to your ear. His breath warms up your skin, making your hair stand on its end.

“Can I kiss you?” His voice was barely above a whisper.

Your hands are splayed across his taut chest, toying with the button on his dress shirt. “You're gonna have to work a lot harder for a kiss.”

“You're gonna make me beg, aren't you?”

“As you should.” It’s only fair, you think.

“Please…” Namjoon whispers, lips ghosting over yours, his thigh now slotted between your legs. “Can I kiss you?”

“Wouldn't you rather kiss Miss-Mini-Skirt?” you quip, knowing full well he doesn’t—evident of his arousal.

Namjoon shakes his head. “She's not the one slotted between my thighs, now is she?”

“Hmm, I suppose you have a point.”

“So, please…let me kiss you.”

“Or what?”

He closes his eyes, resting his forehead against yours. “Or else I'm gonna go insane like I've been all week, sleeping in the same room with you, being so close but can't touch you.”

Wrapping your arms around him, you play with the ends of his hair, twirling it around your fingers. You pull back, eyes wandering to his, then to his lips—they’re full and plump, ready to be ravished. Not gonna lie, you’ve been dreaming about them for months on end.

”Well, are you gonna stand there or kiss me?”

A smile sweeps across Namjoon’s face before he leans in, pressing his lips against yours. It’s soft, even hesitant for a few moments until you pull him closer. His hands are on your waist, then traces along your thighs, hooking his hands around them, lifting you onto the frosty marble countertop.

He breaks the kiss, but his lips are attached to yours again within seconds.

“Joon?” You say breathlessly with half-lidded eyes.

”Yeah?” He’s restless, wanting more kisses from you. Namjoon catches your bottom lip, nibbling, making his way across to the other side.

“I still hate your lips because they're so plush and soft.”

Namjoon chuckles. “Good. Come hate my lips some more.”

[btsgotjams27]

Lissa, I'm sorry you had a bad day 😥. I hope it got better 💖💖

Jin is such a fun member to write and I'm glad reading this cheered you up. Thank you so much for reading.

my plus one | ksj

when you and jin have weddings to attend, you decide to help one another by agreeing to being each other's plus ones.

✨ title: my plus one | one-shot | ✨ pairing: assistant!jin x ceo!f.reader ✨ genre/au: fake dating!au, fluff, romance, idiots-to-lovers ✨ word count: 10.2k (oops!) | ✨ rating: PG-13 ✨ warnings: kissing, alcohol consumption, swearing, namjoon is a toxic ex-bf, banter, hawaii wedding, shirtless jin (visual), a bit of angst ✨ a/n: this is for @thebtswritersclub summer project under the theme of 'beach' ✨ playlist | ✨ read on ao3 | wattpad

An ivory envelope sat in front of you, on it in beautiful handwritten calligraphy was the name of an old childhood best friend getting married. But this time, it was a destination wedding.

It's that time in your life when friends were getting married and having kids. You, on the other hand, weren't even in a relationship, let alone not even close to having kids. It started to annoy you, glaring at the question on the RSVP card.

M__________________

_____ Accepts with pleasure

______ Number Attending 

_____ Regretfully declines

The dreaded RSVP card. You weren't sure how many times you've checked off regretfully declines just so that you didn't have to attend a wedding with no plus one. But this was a wedding that couldn't be avoided because it was one of your oldest friends getting married. Recently, the pair of you reconnected and she told you she ‘had’ to have you at her wedding.

“Whatcha lookin’ at?” Jin asked when he stepped into your office.

You sighed and leaned your back against the chair, “Another wedding invitation.”

“You gonna say no again?” He smirked because as your assistant he knew way too much about your personal life.

You gave Jin the side-eye. He needed a life, instead of sticking his nose in yours. Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t. “Can’t…it’s an old friend and I have to go.”

Jin stood next to you, leaning against your desk. “Sucks to be you, boss,” he said in a singsong voice. It was starting to become a routine for your assistant to snoop around when he was bored in the office, and wanted to avoid his responsibilities. He’d come to your office, hoping your life was more interesting than his.

“Please remind me why I hired you again?”

“Because I’m Worldwide Handsome and you need me.”

You sneered at his comment. “Well, speak of the devil. She’s calling me,” you glared at Jin to leave, “I���ll tell you the scoop afterward.”

He quickly stepped out of your office, closing the door behind him.

“Hey, Cass!” You answered in the most chipper tone, you couldn’t recognize the person you became when you talked to old friends, made you almost wanna gag.

“Did you get the invitation to my wedding?”

“Yeah, yeah, I got the invite. Thanks again. You really didn’t need to invite me.”

You hated weddings with a passion, but you knew there was no way out of this one. Should you have said no when she asked you out for coffee? Probably…but you hadn’t seen one of your oldest friends in years and wanted to catch up. Damn you for being so curious about her life.

“Yee! It’ll be in Hawaii in the most beautiful location, and a lot of our old friends are going to be there too. It’ll be like a big college reunion. And, oh my gosh, you’re bringing a date right?”

“Yeah, yup, I’m…coming and bringing a date…” You said, lying through your teeth. Why? Why did she have to call you right now? Did she have a tracker on this invitation or something?

“I can’t wait to meet your man…or woman! What’s his–her–their name?”

“Oh, uh, who? My date?” you answered, peering out through the glass window at your assistant who was now playing games on his phone. “Um, I’m gonna bring my boyfriend, Jin,” you stupidly blurted out, and then smacked your forehead with the palm of your hand. Why the hell did you name your assistant as your boyfriend?!

“Ooh! Jin? Sounds very mysterious…I gotta head out but I just wanted to call and make sure you got the invite. I’ll talk to you later, yeah?”

You apprehensively chuckled before saying goodbye to Cass. Jin cocked his eyebrow when you motioned for him to come back in, automatically nuzzling your head in the folds of your arms on your desk, repeatedly saying, ‘stupid, stupid, stupid.'

“That bad huh?” Jin teased, continuing to scroll through his phone. He always wondered why it was always so hard for you to find a date, it’s not like you weren’t attractive, maybe it was because you were picky.

You mumbled something indistinct. Jin leaned over to try and make out what you were saying, “Huh?”

Sitting back up, you lolled your head against the chair. “I stupidly told my friend Cass that I had a date…and that…”

Jin took a seat in the chair facing your desk, “And that what?”

“And that I said you were my boyfriend,” you confessed, covering your agony with your hands. There was no response from Jin, so you peered through your fingers to see if he was still there.

You’re not sure what came over you, but hearing Cassie go on and on about this and that, you wanted to make it sound like your life wasn’t pathetic. So, you panicked, telling her Jin was your boyfriend. He was the first person you saw when you looked over, it wasn’t your fault - it was his! If someone else was there instead of Jin, you surely would have named that person instead.

“Say something…anything.”

Jin straightened his posture, “I’ll pretend to be your boyfriend…” Your eyes widened. Was he going to agree to this? “If you also pretend to be my girlfriend for my brother’s wedding.”

Holy shit. You were not expecting this sudden turn of events. Scratching the back of your head, you asked, “You,” pointing at him, “Want me,” pointing to yourself, “…to be your girlfriend?” You asked, pointing back at him again. You wanted to make sure you heard him correctly or if you were daydreaming.

“Pretend girlfriend, yes,” Jin stressed, wanting to make it known this whole ordeal would be, indeed, fake. "But in addition to agreeing to be your pretend boyfriend, I’ll also need a year-end bonus AND you have to say yes whenever I need a day off."

You narrowed your eyes, giving him a 'really' look. As if you didn't pay him well or practically let him do whatever he wanted around the office. "Fine."

This could work, you thought to yourself. Because no old high school friends knew what you were up to, thanks to your non-existent presence on social media, and you’d probably never see any of them ever again after Cass’ wedding.

And the same goes for Jin, his family was so busy that they never bothered to become involved with Jin’s life. He was hired during the pandemic, so none of his family had ever met you.

This is perfect! Two weddings to get through and it’ll be peachy!

“So…you’re not mad I lied?”

“Ha!” He scoffed. “Hardly. This is better for me, so I don’t have to find a date on my own. You’re a genius. I have no idea why I didn’t think of this earlier.”

“Did Mr. Kim Seokjin just call me a genius?” You teased, flipping your hair back and forth. The pair of you had a funny work relationship. He charmed the pants off of you when he applied to be your assistant, and you just knew the two of you would get along perfectly.

He glared at you, ���Don’t let it get to your head.”

You took out your phone and went straight to the recorder app. “Wait, say it again. Tell me I’m a genius,” you teased him. It was hard to get a compliment out of this man, even though you knew he absolutely adored you. He was just never going to say it to your face.

Jin stared blankly at you, unwilling to say what he just said mere seconds ago. He knew you knew it, but he was stubborn when it came to giving out compliments.

Tapping on your phone, you joked, “You’re looking at the woman who pays your bills,” playfully giving him the once-over. Lucky for you, since you owned your own business, you could charge whatever you wanted and work when you wanted.

“Are you my sugar mama? Can I tell people that?”

You rolled your eyes at him. Maybe you shouldn’t have agreed to this little arrangement, because now he’d probably make your life a living hell, but you’re desperate and the wedding is next weekend. There’s no way you’d find a date so quickly.

Pursing your lips, you sighed, “Fine. I’ll let you tell people that, but are you sure that’s something you want to be proud of?”

“It’s the 21st-century boss. Of course, my girlfriend can provide for me. I’m not ashamed,” he grinned. Jin was a modern man and didn't care for tradition, unlike his family.

“Fake girlfriend,” you reiterated with a smile.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Jin said, waving you off. He knew the implication of the whole deal.

Well, you didn’t want to waste time since the wedding was just around the corner. There were many things to do: find a dress, buy your flights, book your hotel, rent a car, pack, etc. 

But of course…there needed to be ground rules for the two of you, in case either one of you decided to stupidly catch feelings or anything. cough*jin*cough

"We should set ground rules,” you said, opening up your laptop to a blank Google doc.

"Why? You gonna fall in love with me or something?"

You scoffed. "I highly, highly, highly doubt that. It's more so that you don't fall in love with me."

"I highly, highly, highly doubt that," he taunted your own words back at you.

"Okay, rule number one: no kissing.”

Jin scoffed, “Who is going to believe we’re together if we don’t kiss? That makes no sense.”

You sat there thinking about the rule you just tried to enforce. Well, fuck. “Okay fine. You’re allowed to kiss and appropriately touch me, when and if there are people around where we have to make good.”

“Who says you’re not gonna wanna kiss me?” Jin asked, wiggling his eyebrows. He leaned forward, “I’m pretty sure these rules are more for yourself than they are for me.”

You narrowed your eyes at the handsome man in front of you. “Kim Seokjin, I wouldn’t fall for you even if you were the last man on earth. I’d fall in love with a goat before I fell for you.”

He laughed at how serious you were and thought it was cute. "Whatever you say, boss. You're paying for everything, so I can't complain."

The rest of the work day consisted of planning for the wedding weekend in Hawaii and finishing the list of rules to keep this arrangement as platonic as it would allow.

As the wedding was getting closer, the only thing you and Jin did was quiz each other on all of your old school friends. Forget work because it’ll always be there.

Cassie graciously emailed you the guest list, so you could prepare yourself to face the multitude of friends you hadn't seen in ten years, and you also promised her you’d help her with writing over 150 names on place cards for her reception.

"There are so many people to remember. When can we stop? I'm bored and hungry,” Jin complained after a two-hour PowerPoint presentation.

"Wow, do I need to pay someone else to be my date?” You glared at Jin. “Buckle up, baby. This is what you signed up for."

"I did not sign up to be quizzed for days on end. I signed up for a free trip, food, and alcohol."

"And you'll get all of those things! Let's go through it once more, then I'll let you go home."

He sighed and signaled to keep going.

"Okay…" a breath was hitched in your throat when you read the next name on the list, Kim Namjoon. Shit. You hadn't seen or heard that name in so long, but once you saw it, memories came flooding back of your ex-boyfriend.

"What? What's wrong? It's like you've seen a ghost or something."

You glanced at Jin, "Or something…he’s my ex-boyfriend.” He broke up with you right as the two of you were set to graduate, claiming he needed a new start.

"Who is it?" Jin asked curiously, wondering who this mystery man was.

"His name is Kim Namjoon."

Jin shrugged when you showed him a recent picture. "Looks like a douche."

You playfully smacked Jin's arm. "Be nice! He’s going to be there at the wedding.”

"Why, huh? I don't know the guy."

"He's not a douche….he's just pretentious, and a smart ass, know-it-all,’ you murmured. You weren’t sure why you felt the need to defend Namjoon. You didn’t deserve it.

"So, in other words, a douche."

You glared at the man in front of you before returning to the presentation, aimlessly scrolling through the presentation. Should you just back out of this whole wedding weekend? It wasn’t too late.

“Why do you look terrified? Shouldn’t you be excited to see all of your old friends?”

You tightened your lips at his question. When you quit your corporate job, you didn’t know what the hell you were doing with your life, until you picked up an old love for calligraphy, which seems like an odd pastime for someone to pursue but you always had a love for beautiful, elegant writing. And when your small business suddenly took off, you hired Jin to help you out. At first, you were unsure of hiring Jin, he seemed overqualified for being an assistant, but he convinced you that a low-key assistant position was exactly what he needed.

“I don’t know. My life seems a bit lame compared to everyone else on this guest list.” Everyone on the list was making six figures and your small business was nowhere near where those on the list were. 

“Do I need to give you a pep talk?” Jin gestured for you to stand up, as he walked over, standing in front of you, his hands on your shoulders.

You wanted nothing more than to crawl under a rock and never come out. Your head was hanging low and you closed your eyes, taking in a breath before opening them again, and looking up at Jin. “Okay, fine…say your piece,” you said. You were expecting him to just pull up your big girl panties and deal with it.

“Look boss, it’s not easy quitting a cushy lifestyle, especially when you’re making bank. But you did it because you’re fucking crazy–”

Your eyes widened at his words and you were going to say something but he stopped you by putting his crooked index finger up to your lips.

“I’m not done…but you’re crazy and you did it because you weren’t happy with your life. You took initiative. I’d call that brave. And look at you now, you started your own business and it’s taking off. I bet half those people on the guest aren’t happy with their life. It may look like it on the outside but I know for sure that those people will look at you and feel envious. You should be proud of yourself, and even if you don’t believe in yourself…at least you have me.”

Jin’s words took you aback. Out of the six months, you’ve known him, he’s mostly joked around with you. But it was nice to know that he’d have your back. “Jinnnnnn, are you in love with me or something?” You couldn’t help but tease him, even though he was being really sweet and serious.

“Yah–I’m not going to repeat what I just said. That was your only lifetime chance of hearing me say something like that,” he complained, letting go of you.

“I’ve gotten so many compliments from you lately. What have I done to deserve this?”

Jin walked over to his laptop, starting to pack it away. "Someone's gotta believe in you, even if you don't."

Flights secured? Check.

Hotel rooms? Check.

Rental car? Check.

Dress and outfits all planned? Check.

Ready to mislead all of your friends? Check. Check.

On the flight to Hawaii, you were quizzing Jin like this was the biggest exam he'd ever taken. The two of you even prepared your dating backstory and anniversaries dates. You were not going to be caught off guard.

When the pair of you arrived at the hotel, you were ready to relax in your room, take a shower, and hit the sheets, because the wedding weekend festivities would wear you out.

"What do you mean you overbooked for this weekend?" You hissed at the worker behind the counter. "You don't have any availability? We have nowhere else to stay." Of course, you didn’t have a backup plan because this was your plan! Who would’ve known that everyone and their mom would be staying at this resort?

"I apologize for the mistake that was made on our behalf. It looks like the only room available is an Oceanfront Deluxe room priced at $2500 a night,” said the tremendously frightened worker.

Hearing the price said aloud made you choke on nothing. "I'm sorry, what? You've got to be kidding me. How is it my fault that you overbooked and now I have to pay $2500 a night!" You were trying your best to figure out this situation without having to spend an arm and a leg.

"Ma'am, again, I apologize for the mistake but this is the only room we have available. Would you like to book it?"

You looked over at Jin. "What should we do?"

At this point, you’d rather take your chances and sleep on the beach. It was fairly warm in Hawaii, and it would only be for a few nights. Would Jin be up for your crazy idea?

Jin was sporting a devious smile. He told you to go grab a drink at the bar while he'd handle this mix-up.

The lobby and bar were quite busy with people checking in and lounging around. You walked up to the bar, waving down the bartender. Peering back over your shoulder, you could see Jin speaking animatedly with large, exaggerated gestures toward the employee. You guessed he was trying to make his argument against the ridiculous, overpriced hotel room.

Finally, the bartender took your order, and as if planning this getaway weekend wasn’t already difficult, you could feel a headache starting to develop. “Can this weekend, please, just go my way for once?” You muttered to yourself.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite tutor girl,” a voice chimed in from behind, making you turn around.

When you saw the angelic face you always loved so much, you couldn’t help but excitedly stand on your feet, enveloping him in a bear hug. “Jimin!”

Jimin groaned at the tightness of your hug, “It’s so good to see you, tutor girl.”

You finally pulled away, getting a good look at him, his blonde hair and honey skin suited him perfectly for this summer wedding. You were hoping that everyone you saw didn’t have a glow-up.

"You look amazing! And when are you going to stop calling me tutor girl?" You asked teasingly. You tutored him for one semester in a finance class and he could never let go of that nickname for you.

“You’ll always be my tutor girl,” Jimin said with a smirk. “I didn’t think I’d see you at Cass’ wedding. Did you bring someone?”

Letting out a nervous laugh, you scratched the back of your head, and thought to yourself, “Well…here we go. Buckle up because that'll be fun keeping track of all the lies you’ll be telling this weekend.”

“I’m here with my boyfriend, Jin,” you turned to point him out to Jimin. Jin was walking towards you with a grin on his face, holding up a keycard.

“Lookie, what I got,” Jin said in a singsong voice, handing you the keycard. “My handsome face convinced them to give it to compensate us for their mistake.”

“Holy shit! You’re kidding!” You said in a gleeful tone. How the hell did Jin convince them when you couldn’t? Did his face really have the magic touch? Maybe you should keep him around for a bit.

Jimin couldn’t help but stare at you two. You even caught him checking Jin from head to toe, and anyone with eyes can tell that Jin was extremely handsome. He was tall, had broad shoulders, and had a killer smile to go along with his plush lips.

“And you must be tutor girl’s boyfriend?” Jimin asked with a sly smile, holding his hand out for a handshake, and Jin reciprocated.

“Jin…baby,” you cringed at the pet name, again almost wanting to gag at the fact you were going to have to keep up appearances all weekend. “This is Jimin. We went to school together.”

“Ah–it’s very nice to meet you Jimin, but if you’ll excuse us…we have to get all settled in if you know what I mean,” he gave Jimin a wink before wiggling his eyebrows at you.

You stared blankly at the handsome man. Was this his way of getting the pair of you out of this situation? You suppose you better play along.

Clearing your throat, “Is it okay if we catch up later Jimin? I’m tired and also want to wash up before tonight’s luau.”

“Oh, by all means,” Jimin gestured for the pair of you to make your way to your room. “I’ll see the two of you later. It was nice to meet you, Jin.”

You were already pulling Jin away as you bid farewell to Jimin. “Whew…thanks for thinking quickly on your feet. I was not ready to bump into someone so fast.”

Jin chuckled, “I got you, boss. Don’t worry. You picked the right person to be a fake boyfriend.”

A look of relief settled on your face while Jin continued to lead the way to your room, which was way off in the distance from the crowd. You wondered how he managed to charm the pants off of the front desk employee, or maybe he charmed his way into the employee’s pants. Regardless, you were happy you didn’t have to sleep on the beach.

“Kim motherfucking Seokjin!” You cried when he opened the door to the room the two of you would be staying in. Holy shit–you were not expecting a luxurious room and the view? You weren’t sure if you could ever go back to a regular ol’ room with no view, but to be honest, this would probably just be a one-time deal. “I can’t believe you really got us this room!”

You gleefully dropped your luggage and ran to jump onto the bed, all sprawled out, your limbs hardly reaching the edges of the bed. It was big enough to fit five or six grown adults. There is no good reason as to why a bed should be this big.

"I call dibs on the bed,” Jin shouted, running after you, plopping himself on the bed. “Ha-ha sucker!"

You turned to face him. “Nuh-uh. No way. This bed is big enough for the both of us.”

“I don’t want your crummy hands near me!”

You scoffed, taking a look at your hands, “My crummy hands?!” Propping yourself up, you reach for a pillow, taking a swing at Jin, striking him on the stomach, then aiming for his head. No one gets away with teasing you.

“Yah–yah–yah!” He shrieked, trying to protect himself from your antics. “You’re gonna get it!” Jin finally escaped your sudden outburst and grabbed a pillow for payback against you, taking a good smack right to your face, which made you gasp.

Jin wheezed when he realized how firmly he had struck you in the face, and when you didn’t make a sound or move after the hit, it began to worry him since you rolled over on your side. Oh shit, he thought to himself.

“Hey, are you okay?” He asked with genuine concern, now moving closer to check up on you.

Suddenly, you shrieked out of nowhere, causing Jin to do the same, rolling back to your other side, you pushed him to lay flat against the bed, straddling him while holding a pillow in the air, about to take another strike.

“Yah–yah! I give up! I give up! You win!” He shouted.

“Didn’t think you were the type to give up so easily,” you said with a smirk. You thought he’d put up more of a fight against you.

“I’m only admitting defeat because my face has a reputation to uphold,” Jin said, raising his arms to protect his face.

Rolling your eyes, you relinquished your hold on the man. He’ll be suffering soon enough with all of your old friends. “You’re lucky you have to look good with me this weekend, otherwise, I’d ruin that handsome face,” you stated, removing yourself from this compromising position you didn’t realize you were in.

You stood at the edge of the bed, watching as Jin sat up, hair all messy and disheveled from the little tussle the two of you had. Clearing your throat, and straightening out your outfit, you informed him you were going to take a shower and get cleaned up for tonight’s luau.

As you grabbed your toiletries and made your way to the bathroom, you scowled when you realize just how fancy this oceanfront room was, because the fucking shower was attached to the outside of the room. It was, of course, enclosed but still, you’d have to shower outside for the next few days. You pinched the bridge of your nose, “Oh, Kim Seokjin. I’m going to kill you.”

The luau was crowded with friends and family from Cass and Yoongi's wedding. The funny thing was that the couple couldn't be more polar opposites. Your college friends didn't call the bride-to-be Cass the Sass for nothing. Her vivacious and vibrant personality compared to Yoongi's could be comical in someone's eyes but you found it a perfect marriage of opposites attract.

Cass was already tipsy from the endless supply of Mai Tai's and Yoongi was following her around, making sure his future bride would make it through the night.

With Jin on your arm, you felt somewhat at ease. He looked quite dapper in a heather brown polo, khaki linen pants, and white sneakers. And you cleaned up nicely too, in a white square neck flowy dress that hugged every curve.

You figured you needed to make your way to greet the future bride and groom. You softly tapped on Yoongi 's shoulder, and he greeted you with his famous gummy smile.

"Hey! You made it!" Yoongi said, surprising you by leaning in to give you a hug.

"I'm here!" You smiled widely, briefly letting go of Jin's arm. "I can't believe you and Cass are getting married."

"Right? Who would've thought the two of us would've ended up together," Yoongi chuckled, while also watching his future wife almost fall over. "Oof–good to see you! Oh and is this your boyfriend?" He held out his hand to Jin.

"Yoongi, Jin. Jin, Yoongi," briefly introducing the two.

"Nice to meet you, man. We should catch up soon, but maybe once Cass isn't so drunk," Yoongi cocked an eyebrow, now holding onto Cass.

You shook your head, watching the two head off to their seats. Jin suggested the two of you hit the bar, to which you happily obliged.

“So Yoongi seems like a cool guy,” Jin said, pointing him out in the crowd again, holding onto Cass. The pair of you laughed, watching Cass make somewhat a fool of herself. You knew she’d regret it if she continued to drink.

“He is…super chill and laid back. The complete opposite of Cass,” you stated, before taking a sip of your Tequila Sunrise cocktail. Yup, you’re definitely happy this was an open bar. You’ll need more than one drink tonight.

Leaning against the bar counter, you scanned the crowd to see who else you’d recognize. Your drink was a third of the way finished, when you spotted him. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” You cried, trying to hide behind Jin.

“What? What? What’s happening?” Jin asked, looking around in a panic, trying to figure out what was going on.

You shielded yourself from the one person you were trying your best to avoid. It was Kim Namjoon, your ex-boyfriend.

You set your drink down, and pulled at Jin’s arm, making him lean down. “That’s my ex–and he’s headed our way. Act like we’re in love, put your arms around me, and pretend you just told me something really funny,” you screeched at Jin and he obeyed, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you in, even more, whispering something indistinct.

Taking another peek out from Jin’s broad shoulders, Namjoon was definitely headed your way. You looked back at Jin, pulling him closer, “Kiss me,” you begged him.

His eyes widened at your demand. Yes, kissing and touch were stated in the rules, but you probably should have practiced all forms of PDA before actually having to do it.

Your eyes were desperate, gazing at him to make the first move, then he tilted his head, leaned down, and pressed his plush lips against yours. His hand, supported your lower back, pushing you against his body, your hands flushed against his taut chest as you leaned more into the kiss. A tingle of butterflies in your stomach swirled around when his other hand snaked around the nape of your neck, making you lean back against the bar, lips still connected, and the tip of his tongue nipped at your bottom lip, making you abruptly pull away.

Feeling breathless from the short, but intimate kiss. You playfully hit Jin on the chest, “Oh my gosh, baby! Stop–there’s people around.” You wanted to throw up after hearing yourself talk and laugh like that. What the hell has gotten into you?

Jin scoffed at your attempt to play it cool. He gave Namjoon the once-over, sure, he was good-looking, but definitely not as handsome as him, he thought.

"Hey…there's my favorite girl," Namjoon said in a low, husky tone. Obviously, he didn’t care that another man was just down your throat just moments ago. He’d still shoot his shot.

Favorite girl? You hadn't been that girl in years, you hadn't seen him in forever and he dared to call you that.

You glanced at Jin, giving him a 'here we go' look as you turned to face Namjoon. "Hey Joonie," you muttered.

Fuck, why did he have to have a stupid glow up too? He looked so beefy and brawny in a beige linen button-down that had too many unbuttons undone, and his white chinos and brown birks completed his fit. But the thing that always made you melt were his dimples - the ones that you always wanted to crawl into and live in, still made you feel the same way to this day.

"You look…absolutely amazing," Namjoon said with the deepest dimpled smile, and then he did that thing, the one where he shuffled his feet, looking at the ground, before gazing back up at you with those piercing dragon eyes.

With your heart beat out of your chest, staring at this fine specimen, you finally shook off the mesmerizing spell of Kim Namjoon. Clearing your throat, you finally spewed out a somewhat coherent sentence, "Thanks. You look good too."

Shit, he even smelled delicious. Okay–stop–focus! You are with Jin, not Namjoon.

"And we all know how good I look," Jin interjected into this little conversation.

You almost forgot he was there, intertwining your hand with his, you gazed lovingly at Jin and decidedly tiptoed to press a kiss into his cheek, just to spite Namjoon.

"Hi, I'm Namjoon, the, uh, ex-boyfriend," he said with a low chuckle, scratching the back of his neck.

"I'm Jin, the new boyfriend,” Jin said with a wide smile, feeling the need to emphasize it. Jin could clearly feel how nervous you were, given the sweaty hand, he was holding. He squeezed it, trying to reassure you that he had this all under control.

“It’s nice to meet you man,” Namjoon said, briefly looking at Jin before turning his attention to you. “What’s my favorite girl up to now?”

It was hard not to frown at the man and his antics. You knew he was clearly trying to get under Jin’s skin, especially after finding out he was your boyfriend. Namjoon was always the jealous, competitive type and it was clear as day that he hadn’t changed.

“I run my own business and my Jinnie,” you leaned into him, “helps me.” Every fiber of your being was already trying to figure out how to get out of this conversation with Namjoon.

“Ah–” he said, nodding his head, “and how’s that going?”

You were ready to answer Namjoon but Jin interrupted, “It’s going great actually. My baby’s small business is taking off. We’ve been so busy but it’s all worth it because she’s amazing at what she does. You should see her in her element. It’s truly a beautiful thing to witness.”

Did your jaw drop after hearing Kim Seokjin practically praise you? Why yes, it was on the floor at this point. You weren’t sure if he was being genuine about his words or if it was all for show, but regardless, well done Jin.

“Babe–stop–you’re embarrassing me,” you said sheepishly. Seriously though, hearing compliments from Jin were rare.

Jin wrapped his arm around your neck, pressing a kiss onto your head. “Well, I do love bragging about my sugar mama.”

Rolling your eyes at him, you chuckled. Of course, he had to bring up that little comment.

Namjoon let out a dry laugh, watching you being all lovey-dovey with a new man that wasn’t him. “Well, uh…it was good to see you. The two of us should catch up sometime this weekend, yeah?”

Obviously, you didn’t need Jin’s approval but you didn’t want to be put in any awkward situations that would cause concern if they saw you and Namjoon together.

“Yeah, um, maybe if we can find some free time.”

Namjoon smiled politely, and went on his way to find his seat, finally giving you a chance to relax until the next person came along.

The luau was more enjoyable due to the presence of Kim Seokjin. Honestly, just having him by your side sets you at ease. His carefree spirit, his can-do attitude, and giving no shits were exactly what you needed, so you were glad you accidentally named him as your date/boyfriend. He was the perfect fit.

During the middle of the luau, they asked for the audience’s participation and Jin quickly jumped to his feet, dragging you along with him. You huffed and puffed the entire way to the stage, wanting to blow the house down, but seeing Jin shaking his hips in a goofy manner was endearing. He brought out a playful side of you, which you hadn’t seen recently because the launch of your small business was so stressful, that you didn’t have time to goof around.

Before the end of the night, you made sure to say your goodbyes to Cass and Yoongi, all the while avoiding Namjoon - you did not want to run into him again.

All in all, the wedding weekend was turning out just fine. Lying had become second nature to you and Jin, and it was honestly fun making up some outrageous anecdotes that no one questioned.

The pair of you returned to the hotel room, ready to sleep the night and alcohol away. You needed to get up bright and early to help the bride out on some last-minute reception errands.

“Jin?”

His hands were resting underneath his head, he turned to you and answered. “Yeah?”

“Did you really mean what you said tonight?”

“Fake girlfriend…I said a lot of things tonight. You gotta be specific,” he said.

“About me being amazing at what I do? I don’t think it’s anything special. I just have pretty handwriting and charge people an arm and a leg for it,” you chuckled.

He paused for a moment, thinking about what to say next. “I mean yeah, you have a skill set that not everyone has and you’re really cute when you mess up on a piece and have to start all over again.”

You laughed, staring at the ceiling. “See, now I know you’re drunk because you just called me cute.” You let out a groan while you stretched, tonight’s luau made your body ache. “Thanks for tonight. It really means a lot to me. You’re a great fake boyfriend.”

“I should add that to my resume, but change it to an escort service or something,” Jin teased.

A yawn left your mouth - the alcohol starting to settle into every fiber of your being, making you feel extra tired. “Mm, night Jin.”

He peered over at you, already passed out. “Night.”

It was D-day for Cass and Yoongi, and you promised the bride you’d help her with some last-minute reception details. With your lovely and convenient skillset, you were able to pump out some last-minute place cards that she needed.

“Don’t you have to go get ready? You’re getting married in…” you looked at your phone, “T-minus three hours.”

“Nah–I’m going for a more natural look anyway, Yoongi likes me like this,” Cass grinned, checking off the list she had in front of her. “So…Jin seems like a nice guy.”

You gave her a tight-lipped smile, “He’s great.”

“Why do you say it like that? Is there a red flag or something?”

“No–”, you interjected.

Jin’s great…he really is. He’s put up with your wild and crazy shenanigans, going along with your stupid idea of fake dating, and for what reason exactly? A year-end bonus and PTO? It hardly seemed like a fair exchange.

“There’s no red flag. He’s honestly a great guy. He supports what I do, makes me laugh, even cooks for me when I forget to eat during a long day of working on projects,” you explained, having an epiphany moment.

“Well, it looks like you found yourself a Yoongi. Better snatch him up before someone else does.”

When you arrived back in the room to get ready for the wedding, Jin was nowhere to be found, you thought maybe he went to grab a drink from the bar or something. As you grabbed your dress from the closet to change into, something caught your attention – a bare back, a very broad shoulder bareback. Stepping closer to examine the individual, you gulped when realized it was Jin. You always assumed he had a nice body but it was nothing like you imagined because he was never one to show off like some other men.

You guessed he just got back from a quick swim, his hair tousled and damp from the salt water. He turned around when he heard you bump into something.

He smiled, “Oh hey, you’re back?”

You cleared your throat, “Um, yeah, sorry. Did I take long?” You needed to avert your eyes from his now bare chest staring right at you.

“Boss…” Jin called out but you were still ogling his body.

“Hmm?”

“You’re drooling,” Jin chuckled.

Snapping out of your daze, you swiped at your mouth to make sure there really wasn’t drool, and of course, there wasn’t. Liar. “Shut up and go get ready, or we’re gonna be late.”

“Anything for my sugar mama.”

Cass looked like a total babe in her ivory slip wedding dress. What a lucky man Yoongi was.

The ceremony couldn’t have been more perfect. The sunset in the background, the sand between your toes, hunky fake boyfriend by your side - it wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be. It was nice to share this with someone.

And of course, you cried like a baby during their vows. You really had a soft spot for weddings even though you hated going because it was always hard to find a date. Maybe if you would’ve thought of a fake boyfriend earlier, weddings would have been more bearable.

“Are you cold?” Jin asked, noticing you shivering from the night’s breeze.

You nodded, “A little.”

“Here,” he said, sliding his blazer off and slipping it on your shoulders instead.

You mumbled a little thanks, staring at your feet as it was digging into the sand. Jin stuffed his hands into his pants pocket, looking out into the crowd dancing the night away.

“Wanna dance?” He asked. The pair of you had been quite distant from each other since last night’s kiss and this afternoon’s shirtless run-in.

Staring at the handsome man in front of you, you agreed. He held his hand out for yours, leading you to the non-existent dance floor that was in the sand. The noise of the dancing crowd began to die down as the live band began to play a slower song: a cover of Just the Way You Are by Bruno Mars. The lead singer was killing it, by the way, you had to make sure you got their info in case you ever wanted to use them for your wedding.

The stars in the night sky set the mood for this little rendezvous. Your arms snaked around Jin’s neck and his around your waist.

“Why are you being so sweet?” You blurted out of nowhere.

Jin chuckled, glancing at you for a moment before looking away. “I can’t be sweet?”

“No…” you grumbled, looking in the opposite direction, watching others be all cute and coupley.

He was really sweet this weekend and he put up with a lot of your crazy shenanigans and lies.

“What? Are you falling in love with me or something?”

“Ha-ha. Only in your dreams Kim Seokjin,” you teased. “But no, seriously…thank you for doing this. You didn’t have to, but you did and I probably was out of line or over-exaggerated on a few stories, and you’re probably mortified by the person I’ve become because of this whole thing, so in all honesty, I owe you–” then you were rudely interrupted by a kiss from Jin.

His lips made every part of you tingle as he deepened the kiss, your skin radiating heat from his touch, pulling you closer into his frame, lips continuing to intertwine, never wanting to disconnect. That is, until he withdrew, leaving you breathless, gazing into his eyes, wondering what the hell that was for.

The corner of his mouth curved up. "Your ex-boyfriend was staring," he explained.

Oh…

"And I just really wanted to do that to shut you up. You talk too much, you know that?"

Well, that explains it.

Clearing your throat, you straightened your dress, arms still wrapped around Jin's neck, continuing to slow dance. When the song ended, everyone applauded the band, and that's when Namjoon stepped in.

"Can I steal my favorite girl away for a dance?" He asked Jin. You rolled your eyes at him. He knew Jin was your boyfriend, fake, of course, but still called you his favorite girl.

You and Namjoon stood, awaiting Jin's answer. "Oh, by all means..she's all yours," he said freely.

Scowling at the fake boyfriend who just let you go like nothing, you expected some pushback but there was none. So, you grabbed Namjoon's hand, and Jin watched while you whisked him away.

Who was Jin to stop you from your ex-boyfriend? It's not like he had any say in what you could and couldn't do…not really anyway.

Namjoon briefly turned around, smirking at how easy it was to steal you away. "Damn baby, he let you go that easy huh?"

"No talking Joonie," you threatened, "just dance."

"Lover's quarrel already? Is that why your boyfriend agreed to let me steal you away?"

You scowled at him, "We're fine and deeply in love."

Namjoon chuckled, "Whatever you say, baby," he said, bringing you in closer to his frame, hands lingering too low for your liking.

"What do you want Joonie?"

"I miss you," he said bluntly, not even beating around the bush, got right to the point.

You scoffed, shaking your head, of course, he'd pull some bullshit like this when he knew you were with Jin. “What do you think is going to happen by you saying that Joonie? That I’ll leave my boyfriend and run away with you?”

“I can’t say I miss you. It’s been years since I’ve seen you…and you were such an important person in my life at the time. I don’t know…seeing you again just brought back all these feelings, you know?” He admitted, and a part of his confession even seemed genuine.

But you understood where he was coming from, seeing him after all these years made your heart flutter, you didn’t think it would, considering why he broke up with you in the first place.

“Joon, do you remember why you broke up with me?”

He shrugged, “I don’t know. I probably gave you some stupid reason.”

He was indeed correct.

“You told me I was a sell-out because I took a high-paying position, the position you wanted but didn’t get–way to make a girl feel great about herself, Joonie,” you said. “You couldn’t face the fact that I was better than you, so you made me feel like shit for saying yes to a job. Well, good news Joon, I left that job, you can have it for all I care.”

You felt stupid. You shouldn’t have agreed to dance with Namjoon, nothing good could ever come out of this. Breaking away from his embrace, you went searching for Jin, but Namjoon caught up to you, grabbing a hold of your wrist.

“What? There’s nothing more to say. I need to go and find Jin.”

“He’s not good enough for you.”

You clenched your jaw. How dare he judge Jin? He didn’t even know him. Jin was ten times the man Namjoon was. “And what? You’re good enough for me?” You glared at him, waiting for an answer.

Namjoon was dumbstruck by your confidence and you were met with nothing but silence.

“Let’s be real Namjoon, I was never good enough for you, was I?”

The corner of Namjoon’s mouth curved up, and he brought his hand up to tuck your hair behind your ear, gazing back and forth between your eyes and lips. “It’s cute of you to think you’re even on my level.”

You told yourself that you wouldn’t let Namjoon get to you, but it was too late. You should’ve pushed the urge to reconnect with him down to the ground, buried it. All those feelings and memories of the 21-year-old you was just a pipe dream. Of course, Kim Namjoon hadn’t changed. He always made you feel inferior just so he could feel better about himself.

You were dazed and speechless, a grown-ass woman in her 30s, and here you were, looking like an idiot. He took a step forward, leaning in, pressing a kiss on your cheek. You stood there frozen at his gesture. Kim Namjoon truly was a menace, bold enough to leave you with a kiss after his vile words.

Although you wanted to find Jin, you found yourself at the bar instead. The bartender let you get away with one too many 'mai tais'. You blame the cute umbrellas sticking out of the glass for making you come back for more.

You felt like shit after the conversation with Namjoon. His words got under your skin and it made you feel even worse about yourself. All the emotions you felt during the end of your relationship made you realize now why you deserved more than him.

The walk back to the room was a big blur. You somehow managed to find the room, but not the key card. You searched everywhere in your tiny purse, but it was non-existent.

After pounding on the door a few times, Jin finally opened the door with no shirt on and sleepy eyes. "What?" He asked with a grumpy, groggy voice.

You weren't sure what took over you, but you walked in and pressed a kiss against Jin's lips. He was caught off guard by your sudden display of affection. The two of you set a rule where you'd only kiss when you needed to, but here you were kissing him in the middle of the night in the hotel room.

Jin suddenly pulled away. "What are you doing?"

You looked at him with dark, lustful eyes. "I'm trying to kiss you," you stated, pushing him to sit down on the edge of the bed. Hiking up your dress, you placed yourself on top of him, your legs straddled on either side, arms snaked around his broad shoulders.

You gazed back and forth between his eyes. You weren't sure if you were using Jin to feel better about yourself or if you really wanted him. He had been playing the part of sweet, funny boyfriend this whole weekend, and maybe a part of you needed that validation. That you were enough and worth all the trouble. Clearly, you were if Jin was willing to do this whole arrangement with you.

Jin continued gazing back to understand where this was all going because he somehow stupidly started to fall for you within the past few days. It was hard not to. He started to notice all the little things he didn't notice before. Like how you'd cover your mouth when you laughed too hard, how you'd lick your lips before taking a sip of a drink, or how you unconsciously dug your toes into the sand.

You leaned in to kiss him but he pulled back, making you grow frustrated.

"Are you okay?" Jin asked.

Annoyed at the fact that you were trying to kiss and potentially fuck him, but he kept denying you from doing so. "Yeah, I'm fine," you huffed, trying to kiss him again, but he turned away from you. "Look, if you don't want to sleep with me, just say so, and I'll leave you alone."

"I think you're drunk and you'll regret this tomorrow if we continue," Jin said. He was trying to be the rational one right now but you were giving him a hard time. "And I don't want you to regret it."

Ugh, first Namjoon, now Jin.

"You know what? Forget it. If you don't wanna fuck me, I'll go find someone else," you spat out, lifting yourself off of him, and began heading to the door.

Jin called after you, catching up, and grasping your wrist. "Did something happen while you were out?"

"No," you replied curtly. You didn't want to get into this with him right now. You wanted to get your mind off of it.

"Hey…" Jin muttered, walking in front of you, stopping you in your tracks. He could tell something happened, he just didn't know what and with who. "Was it Namjoon?"

You cringed at the name, not wanting it to affect you but it clearly did. "I don't want to talk about it," you murmured, avoiding his gaze.

He lifted your chin up with his finger, "What did he say?"

“Jin, please–” your now teary eyes pleading with him. You didn’t want to say it, you couldn’t say it, otherwise, you’d be crying over a man who didn’t deserve your tears.

“Hey–” Jin murmured, his finger still under your chin. “I want you–I do, but not when you’re upset like this.”

The alcohol in your system was making your head pound like a jackhammer was going off. You closed your eyes before fluttering them open again, taking a step back from Jin. “I told you not to fall in love with me.”

Jin laid in bed the next morning, unsure of where you were the whole night. He wanted nothing more than to have slept with you the night before, but not in the state that you were in. Should he have just let himself go and have you anyway?

No, he would never forgive himself because you wouldn’t even be sober enough to remember.

He groaned before turning over and stuffing his face into the pillow. He just wanted to know if you were okay and if the two of you would be okay after all of this.

Although the wedding was over, the festivities were not. There was still a wedding brunch to attend. Thankfully, Jimin found you wandering the hotel lobby like a lost puppy and took you under his wing, even letting you crash in his room and take a shower.

You snuck back into your room after quarreling with the front desk to copy another keycard but didn’t find Jin in the room. Maybe he already left, you wouldn’t blame him if he did. You made a complete and utter fool out of yourself last night, and if you remembered correctly, did he make a confession to you?

Massaging your temples, you let out a loud groan. What a fucking mess.

Since Jin was nowhere to be found, you decided you should hurry and get dressed for brunch, and you’d make up some excuse as to why Jin wasn’t with you. Apparently, you could add a compulsive liar to your resume too.

Thankfully, a lot of wedding guests didn’t show up, probably because they were still hung over from the night before. You greeted Cass and Yoongi, congratulating them on their marriage, then you found Jimin and plopped down next to him.

“Where’s the boyfriend?”

“Oh, um…he’s not feeling well, so he’s sleeping in.”

Jimin turned to you, cocking his head, “Really now?”

You nodded at Jimin, then followed his finger as he pointed to something. It was Jin, sitting on the sand, watching the tides go back and forth. You figured you should talk to him, and not let this arrangement get any more awkward than it already was.

You walked over, taking a seat next to Jin on the warm sand. He quickly glanced at you before focusing on his feet in the sand. You were ready to talk this through but Jin beat you to it.

“I, um, I’m gonna let you out of our deal,” he said with a sad chuckle. “So, you don’t have to come as my date/fake girlfriend to my brother’s wedding. We set some pretty clear rules and obviously, I broke them.”

To be honest, you both broke them.

“Jin–”

“No..don’t say anything. I feel like it’ll just make me feel worse than I already do, so yeah, don’t worry about it,” he said with such sorrow in his voice. “Let’s just have brunch and then we have a full day of travel. Come on.”

He stood up, holding his hand out for you, which you hesitated in taking. This little chat turned out completely different from what you imagined. You weren’t sure how to feel. You assumed he would tell you how much he loved you but maybe this whole thing was a mistake.

So, you took his hand, ready to fake it again for the next few hours.

And that’s what the two of you did. Faked it, until you stepped onto the flight.

The wedding weekend was over and there was no more fake dating. It was back to reality, back to just working together. Well, at this rate, you weren’t even sure if Jin would still want to work for you. Of course, you would completely understand if he gave you his notice of leave. You’d probably do the same.

The week before his brother’s wedding, you told him to take more days off so that he could enjoy time with his family, and he happily obliged. But your suspicions were correct when he handed you his notice the day he was leaving back to Seoul.

“I hope you’re not disappointed,” he said.

“Of course I am,” you teased. “Who’s going to yell at me to eat when I forget?”

Jin chuckled. “Good luck with everything, boss.”

“Thanks, Jin…I wouldn’t have gotten here without you,” you said, reaching up to give him one last hug.

It was bittersweet to watch him go. Every fiber of your being was urging you to pack your bags and follow him and tell him that somehow through the process of him being your fake boyfriend, you stupidly fell in love with him.

When Jin arrived at his family home in Seoul, he knew he’d have to tell them that he had broken up with you, his fake girlfriend. He was dreading that conversation because he knew his parents would try to find him a last-minute date. There was no way he could show up to his brother’s wedding with no date. How would that make his family look? And paying someone to be his date/girlfriend wouldn’t be out of the question, because they had the money and resources to do so.

“Yah–I can’t believe mom is really paying some girl to be my date for your wedding,” Jin complained to his older brother.

“I wonder whose fault it is!” Seojoon responded shortly to his little brother. “Help me with this tie.”

Jin obeyed, taking the two sides of the tie, overlapping them, and tying it into a knot. “And this is why I want no part of this family, everything we do is just to save face and show off our money.”

“Is that why you left us and got a job as an assistant with that little girlfriend of yours?” Seojoon shook his head, not understanding why his baby brother would choose such a thing.

“Girlfriend?”

“Yeah, dude, we have spies everywhere. You didn’t think mom and dad would let you go without keeping an eye on you, right?”

“Well, she’s not my girlfriend.”

“Boss, girlfriend, whatever. You guys were definitely in love,” Seojoon argued.

Jin waved off his brother’s comment. “Whatever man, let’s get you married.”

The date that Jin’s mother chose was arguably the worst person they could have chosen. She was everything that Jin despised. He was really regretting his decision of letting you off the hook and also quitting his job. What was he supposed to do now? Be a part of the family business? That’s one of the reasons why he left in the first place.

Just before the ceremony, Seojoon forced Jin to go to the nearest convenience store to grab a bottle of soju, claiming it would lessen the pre-wedding jitters. And Jin could have sworn, he was seeing things because it was you���standing in front of the wedding venue, looking a bit lost.

“Boss?” He asked with the most confused expression on his face.

A huge grin was plastered across your face, realizing you were in the right place.

“What are you doing here?”

“Well, I’m your date, aren’t I?” You asked as if nothing had happened between the two of you.

“I mean, yes, technically, you were but–”

“No buts–” you lifted your finger to shush him. “Now, it’s your turn to listen. I was…I am an idiot for letting you go without telling you how I feel. I was so engulfed with trying to keep up appearances that I completely failed to see that I somehow fell in love with you through it all. And the night of the wedding, I made a fool of myself in front of you, and then shifted the blame on you for falling in love with me. Oh god–I’m hearing myself talk right now and I’m a complete ass.”

Jin chuckled, thinking how cute you were. “Boss…you’ve got it all wrong.”

“Huh?”

“I’m not in love with you,” he said.

Your jaw dropped for a moment, inhaling deeply, you wanted to scream at the top of your lungs. You flew all the way here from New York, just to get turned down. A stupid phone call would have been easier, because that way, the rejection would have at least been a smidge easier than having to face him in person. God, you felt like an idiot, professing your love to Kim Seokjin.

“Well,” you cleared your throat, “I’ll…just be on my way then.” You tilted your head before turning to walk away. Oh fuck, this has got to be the most embarrassing moment of your life. You just wanted to crawl under a rock and never come out.

Jin let you take a few more steps before he ran in front of you. Ugh, what now? You couldn’t look at him.

“I’m kidding…I’m in love with you too,” he confessed.

A loud smack could be heard from miles away, as your palm slapped him across the chest. “Kim Seokjin, I swear to god, I will kick your ass!”

You continued to playfully smack him, but he held your hand in his and you finally succumbed to his touch. He gazed into your eyes, a smirk was plastered on his face before he leaned down, and kissed you deeply. It felt nice to have his lips on you again, you missed it so much.

Pulling away, you couldn’t help but tease him, “I knew you’d fall in love with me.”

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tysm for reading 🥹 this one is definitely a favorite.

mistakes we knew we were making | knj

young, careless, and in love. that's how mistakes are made.

✨ title: mistakes we knew we were making | ✨ pairing: namjoon x f!reader ✨ word count: 1.9k | ✨ rating: pg-13 ✨ genre/au: slice of life, marriage!au, failed marriage, divorce!au, exes!au, angst, romance ✨ warnings:  mentions of sex, alcohol consumption ✨ song: as the crow flies by clare bowen & sam palladio ✨ a/n: this is just a small little one-shot for joonie’s birthday. i’m a sucker for romance and angst? idk why lol. this probably isn’t the best thing i’ve written but i wanted to get something out for my joonie’s birthday. also, thank you to @cherrysoulth for being my beta and always being so encouraging with your cute little comments. ily.

Kim Namjoon.

It's easy to fall in love with him. He's smart, witty, handsome, and also a complete dork. Who wouldn't fall for him? They'd be a fool not to.

He practically swept you off your feet with his words. It didn't take much to notice him amongst his group of friends. You could tell he was different - in a good way, and you were right.

After several late-night talks into the wee hours of the morning, you discover the uncanny similarities between the pair of you - both idealistic, which became a bad thing. The two of you were constantly amused by daydreams, egging each other on without actually putting yourselves to good use and making your dreams happen.

Emotions ran deep for you and him. While he was good at expressing and communicating everything he felt, it was the complete opposite for you. He never liked how you shut him out, keeping him at bay from your emotions and thoughts.

Namjoon was brilliant, sometimes too brilliant, which intimidated you, and at times, you felt he was too good for you. You were brilliant and impressive in other ways, too; that's how the pair of you fit together so well.

He also had a way with words. His use of language made you marvel with heart eyes whenever he spoke. You could sit there and listen to him ramble on and on about humanity, injustices happening around the world, or a new random obsession he came to adore. So, in your eyes, he could do no wrong.

Twenty-one years old, and the pair of you were fools. Fools, so in love - coming up with ridiculous ideas, leading to spontaneous trips, insane, passionate sex, and heated arguments. But all these things made you love Namjoon and want to continue on this path of romance and destruction.

"We should get married," Namjoon casually suggested while the two of you were at breakfast, almost choking on your buttered toast.

"What did you just say?" You needed confirmation to make sure you didn't hear things. The two of you joked here and there, calling each other hubby and wifey for the hell of it, but you didn't think he was legit thinking about actually getting married.

Some of you found it thrilling and exciting, and you looked at your ring finger for a split second. You loved the thought of being claimed by Kim Namjoon - that you were his and no one else's.

He put down his fork and intently looked into your eyes, "Let's do it. I love you, and you love me. Easy peasy, pumpkin squeezy." Namjoon grabbed his fork again, chewing down his toast and a piece of bacon.

You stared at him blankly. Actually, no, it's probably not that easy. There were a lot of things one needed to do if one wanted to get married - like a marriage license. You were practical, and Namjoon was not.

"You're kidding me, right?"

Namjoon raised an eyebrow, "Does it look like I'm kidding, wifey?"

You let out a sigh. Whenever Namjoon set his mind on something, he wouldn't let it go, no matter how outrageous the idea was.

"What about our taxes?"

He laughed. "You're worried about how we're going to file taxes?"

You scoffed, "Well, one of us has to be realistic right now because I think you've had one too many bottomless mimosas today."

One too many mimosas later, and the pair of you found yourself down at city hall, signing your marriage license. Since this was so last minute, you returned to the restaurant to grab the hostess who was getting off work to be your witness at your civil ceremony. Confused as hell, but she also wanted to see whether the two of you would last, so she agreed to this insane scheme.

The two of you looked pretty decent for your last-minute wedding. Namjoon looked dapper in his dark blue sweater and black dress pants while you were in a white sundress. The hostess, Lana, picked up a bouquet from the random guy on the street corner and, in addition, grabbed two ring pops on the way before catching up to the pair of you.

It was perfect.

…until it wasn't.

"I don't see the same person I loved when I look at you anymore," Namjoon said with sadness.

Your bags were packed and ready to go—three years of marriage down the drain. And you didn't want to say it, but were these years wasted?

"That's because I'm not the same stupid 21-year-old girl you once knew. I've grown up Namjoon, and so should you. We can't keep living in dreams that never come true."

Life took a turn, and somehow you ended up in New York City, where Namjoon was rumored to be. You didn't keep up with him after the two of you separated. Why would you? You deleted all your socials and had a new circle of friends, and there was no need to know about his life other than that you heard he remarried shortly after the two of you were officially divorced.

It was not surprising at all. He was always the romantic in your relationship, and you figured he was still young. He should get remarried, and you had hoped the next person would be everything he dreamed of and more.

But every now and again, you'd be reminded of Namjoon. There was no escaping him, whether it was a book you think he'd like, or an ad for a new art exhibit rolling into town - a part of him continued to linger throughout the years you were without him.

When your boss threw a launch party for their newest book, you had no choice but to attend, you were their latest editor, so you needed to make your rounds and kiss up to people.

The newest book titled 'Mistakes We Knew We Were Making' by RM was all the rage for the autobiographical fiction genre - a masterpiece, some would say. You didn't have a chance to read it yet, but it was on your list.

Your heart dropped when you walked in, seeing Kim Namjoon chatting with your boss. He looked up and caught your eye, and you being you, quickly darted amongst the crowd.

When you found an empty hallway to simmer down, the breath you were holding in was finally released, but it wasn't long before you heard someone calling for you. "Ah, there you are! Come on! You need to meet the author."

You flashed a thin smile to your boss. You'd be okay. It was just Kim Namjoon, your ex-husband. No biggie. You had no idea why he was here, but you were sure you'd find out sooner or later.

Immediately, your eyes spotted Namjoon amidst the crowd; it was hard not to notice him when he was practically a foot taller than the sea of women surrounding him. And, of course, he was as gorgeous as ever - his chest virtually swelling underneath the black turtleneck he was sporting, and his hair, god, his hair. It was at your favorite length - long enough to tug and pull while–

Okay, no–stop thinking about your ex-husband and yourself in compromising positions.

Your boss continued beelining her way towards Namjoon while you followed closely behind.

No.

No.

He can't–he can't be the author, could he? RM? Was it a pen name? Is this what he was up to all these years? Did he finally make his dreams come true?

With Namjoon's dimpled chuckle charming the panties off of the women around him, he looked up at your boss when she made her way through the sea of women clawing at a piece of him. Elena, your boss, stepped aside to introduce you to who you assumed was the author of the hour.

Were you hoping he was just an acquaintance of your boss? Perhaps.

Well, only because you knew if he was, in fact, RM, the author, the publishing company would continue to work with him if he produced more manuscripts.

Namjoon smiled, dimly letting your name roll off his tongue, which made your boss narrow her eyes, taking a second look at the two of you.

"Do you two know each other? Elena asked with curiosity laced in her tone.

"We…uh, go way back," you answered vaguely, without going into further detail. You were sure Elena would ask later to get the full scoop on you and her new author.

Namjoon leaned in. "It's good to see you, baby," he whispered smugly.

You shook your head. His arrogance was also another thing that got him into trouble.

As the night continued, you did your best to mingle and stay clear of Namjoon. You knew you'd have to talk to him at some point, but did it have to be at your company's party?

"So, how's your wife?" You asked when he sat next to you at the bar counter, and you wanted to get that question out early to set your boundaries in case he had any ideas.

Namjoon chuckled, "Divorced."

"Guess you couldn't keep her satisfied either," you teased, waving the bartender down and placing your and Namjoon's drink order with him.

Namjoon was fantastic in bed, so you were sure that wasn't the issue.

He shook his head, "No, that wasn't it."

"Oh?" You questioned, wondering what happened between the two but didn't want to pry. It was none of your business.

Again, Namjoon knew how you functioned, and you weren't going to ask, so he wanted to tell you instead. "She wasn't you," he said casually before thanking the bartender for his drink.

It was hard suppressing the smile creeping up. He always knew the right things to say, but this time, you didn't know if he was genuine or not. "Wasn't me, huh? Joonie, we were disastrous together."

He didn't deny your claim because it was mostly true. But to him, that's what made him feel alive. He missed the daydreams and adventures, the unknowns of the future - and life with his most recent ex-wife became boring, ordinary, predictable. To be honest, he couldn't stop thinking about you and where the two of you would be today if you had stayed together.

After taking a sip of your cocktail and swirling it around in your glass, you turned to Namjoon, your knees slightly brushing against his side. "Do you think we would have found each other in an alternate timeline?" You asked while continuing to swivel on the bar stool.

He quickly peered in your direction, smiling at the drink before him, mimicking you by swirling his glass around, shifting his position so his knees were now brushing against yours., "I don't know, maybe?"

Namjoon knew how much you loved entertaining the thought of different timelines and alternate universes - the what-ifs, the maybes, the what could have been. He was amused that it was still your thing after all these years.

"Do you think we would have made the same mistakes?" You asked, tapping the side of your glass, unsure of why you even asked in the first place. It's not like you were looking for an answer.

Namjoon chuckled before taking a sip of his whiskey, grimacing at the last drops sliding down his throat. He stood up, and you assumed he didn't want to have this conversation with you anymore, and you'd completely understand if he didn't. It's hard rehashing the past.

You looked at him with a thin smile, letting him know that it was okay if he wanted to leave. You didn't need an answer, and it was just nice being in his presence again.

He placed his hand on the back of your stool, leaning in. "In whatever timeline or universe we're in, I'd choose to keep making the same mistakes if it meant crossing paths with you."