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the curious lifespan of migrating monarchs - jjk
THE CURIOUS LIFESPAN OF MIGRATING MONARCHS (& other aurelian affairs)
pairing: streamer!jk x international student!female oc (s2l)
warnings:Â strangers to lovers, clubbing, foul language, alcohol, vaping lol, jungkook is kinda famous, the oc is oblivious, the oc is also a foreign student who has very recently arrived in Korea!! (pls note - while i've been in korean uni dorms, i've never been in yonsei dorms specifically so don't shout at me if it isn't supeeeerr accurate), jaykay is speaking in eng for like 90% of this!!, i've also never watched a gaming streamer and had to do so for research lmao so there's a lot of guesswork going awwwn <3, the oc has tattoos, they bond over this, cute nicknames (tokki and nabi <3), one bed trope?? kinda, jaykay lives w/ yoongi and tae (they are streamers too (and dj?? (tae is a bit unhinged))), jungkook wears calvins!, a singular appearance of yoongi in his boxers!!, tipsy hookup, fingering, protected sex (woo!), desk sex, oral (m receiving), girliepop swallows <3, brief mentions of jungkook's starry eyes, lots of kisses, bunny ears, (1) mention of cross-fit
wordcount:Â 13011
note from holly: this was a commission done for the lovely Michelle over on my kofi page!! i don't open commissions often, but when I do I'm very lucky that the requests are so much fun. this actually ended up being way longer than it was supposed to be lol and is also available on wattpad!! also fun facts for you - I imagine the boys apartment (and jks room!) to be same as jk + jimins place in BD, just a little bigger lmao
minors dni // cross posted to wattpad
CLUB SUNDOWN WAUSAN-RO, HONGDAE SATURDAY 02:24
Time ceases to exist after the sun goes down in Seoul. It could be two, or it could be five. The only thing that really clues you in on the actual time is the DJ schedule that lights up behind the decks: 02:00-03:00, Blu-Tae.
It's some guy you've never heard of. Looks no older than you. Probably a student, just like the rest of the crowd.
His hair is as blue as his namesake, which does make you smile, and his choices aren't bad either (even if somewhat questionable). You've never heard a jazz remix of Darude's Sandstorm before, and you doubt you ever will again.
Club Sundown is just as rogue as the rest of the city after the sun goes down. Hidden in the basementâlike all the best places in Seoul areâthe small room is packed to the absolute brim.
Who cares for views and sunsets offered by rooftop bars when you could lose yourself in the debauchery of an eternal midnight, instead?
Drinks are spilt on strangers, and dances have lost the grandeur of old-fashioned waltzes. It's not like you could dance properly, even if you wanted to. There's just simply no space.
Like Alice, you're down the rabbit holeâand oh, how you prefer it to being in the real world. In the shadows, you can be anyone you like.
If you were sober, you'd know this is also the case for daily life. You're in a new country with no ties to your former self. Who you are is who you choose to be.
But the shadows aren't all that dark. The red lights of the club bleed into the cracks, painting everyone in the same subtle hue of danger.
They shine a little light on the identifiers of you; the thin black lines of your patchwork tattoos. Trailing up your arm, they're memories of your past selves, and an indicator of who you hope to become.
"Down this," you say to your dormmate, Rae, handing back over the drink you've just ordered from the bar. "Cloakroom, then dance."
Still carrying your winter coats, you'd wanted to check the place out before committing to it. Entry is free, but the cloakroom is the same price as a drink. It would only be worth putting your coats away if you knew you wanted to stayâand given the fact the DJ was playing O-Zone's Dragostea Din Tei as you entered, you know it's a no-brainer. While his stage name might make you roll your eyes a little, Blu-Tae certainly does cater to your tastes. When you're drunk, and music vibrates through you, it's empyrean. No place you'd rather be.
"Oh, Jesus," Rae gags as she sips the drink you've just handed her. Despite her disgust, she's laughing. Head to toe in black, dark hair loose around her shoulders, she's been your ride-or-die since you arrived in Seoul. Both international students in the same dorm, there's no one you'd rather get up to no good with. "Vodka?!"
You beam at her like you're from the heavens above, wrongfully relegated to the depths of sin. Pretend like you love vodka. It's totally not like you panicked when you saw the menu was all in Korean.
Vodka-coke is a universally understood delicacyâthe easiest thing for you to order without making a tit of yourself or butchering the pronunciation. When the bartender ignored your botched attempt at ordering in Korean and answered in fluent English, you'd wanted to melt into the floor. So embarrassing.
You're here, like most foreign students, for a language course. Semester is yet to start, and as much as you've studied and practised hard, it's always different when putting it into practice.
"I'm sorry," you laugh. "It's fineâyou can order next time!"
But Rae has the exact same predicament as you. If anything, your language skills are better than hers, so you really have no hope. It's vodka-cokes for the evening, or maybe highballs. Once your tipsy brain manages to compute hangul cocktail names, you'll be golden, but that won't be for another few weeks, yet.
You'll look back at this time of your life fondly, realising how simple it all was, even if it feels incredibly overwhelming right now.
Funnily enough, hope is exactly what you have: for the semester ahead, for this new life you're forging, for the opportunities that may come your way.
In fact, by the time you're on your third vodka coke, you've managed to convince yourself you actually like it. You also can't taste it, thanks to the bartender freepouring a 60-40 ratio of vodka to coke in the first drink. Your tastebuds were wiped out pretty much instantly.
Coats in the cloakroom, you're glad to be wearing thin layers. The room is stuffy; your skin sweaty. While meeting new friends had been the goal, you keep to yourself. Dance like nobody is watching. Hold Rae's hands to stay close and ward off weirdos. Quickly realise that clubs back home are slightly different. Pay it no mind. Ignore the intrusions of hands on waists, because men, disappointingly, are no different.
Or at least most of them aren't.
But most of them don't look like the man in the corner booth, laughing with his friends.
Though he is tall, he's eclipsed by his demeanour. Shoulders broad, he's in a dark T-shirt and pair of jeans. Nothing special. Nothing that warrants such a perplexed stare from you - but he's familiar. You can't place him, but he's got the kind of face you swear you've seen before.
Rae doesn't notice the change in your poise, nor how you're desperately trying to work out where you know him from. Perhaps you've seen him around your university? It's only been a couple of weeks, but people are steadily moving in. Maybe he works at the convenience store you constantly find yourself in? Or mans the front desk of the noraebang you and Rae visit pretty much every other evening?
Impossible, you think. If you'd seen him before, you wouldn't have forgotten him, or the way he constantly toys with his lip rings. Plural. There are signs up around the place stating bar rules. NO SMOKING is rule number three. You've seen his friends pass him over a vape a handful of times. Anyone else, and you'd think it was cringe. Embarrassing.
But in the midst of his laughter settling, and a fresh toke being inhaled, his eyes flicker towards yours.
Perhaps it's just because you're drunk, but you don't avert your gaze. Show no shame. The smile on his lips sinks into a smirk as he exhales. An acknowledgement. A 'hello, trouble'.
Again, any other man, you'd find the vape smoke repugnant. Nasty. Now? Watching the way he flicks his tongue against his lip rings?
You wanna know how it tastes.
Black ink weaves an intricate outline of who he is up his arms. Where he's been. Who he's been. A map, if you will, of his soul.
Much like your own tattoos, he's got thick black lines, and little else. Simple, you assume. A man of convenience. Efficiency.
You wonder if he does everything in life with the precision to match his tattoos, and as your lips wrap around the straw of your vodka-coke, you decide you'd quite like to find out.
Interrupted by Rae pulling you deeper into the crowd, your night is spent in and out of shadows. Attempt subtlety. Try not to make your occasional glances to the corner booth noticeable, just checking if his eyes are still on you. More often than not, they aren'tâbut sometimes they are, and that's enough to fuel your little flirt.
It's not until the sign behind the DJ booth changes from 03:00-04:00, GLOSS into some other guy that you notice your staring contest opponent has slipped into the shadows himself. The booth is void of both him and his friends. Gone.
"GLOSS has a set at another club," Rae all but yells in your ear, and even then, you barely hear her. "All the hotties left when he did. Let's go."
"Where to?!" You laugh, empty cup in hand. Admittedly, the new guy who's stepped into the DJ booth is just not doing it for you. Blu-Tae was just the right amount of unhinged with classics, whereas GLOSS was definitely cooler, but still fun. Had the club yelling curse words over trap remixes just for the fun of it. This new guy, whose name you don't care to remember, takes himself too seriously, you think.
"It's, like, two blocks down," she yells back, tugging on your wrist to drag you to the stairwell that leads you back up to the streets of Seoul. The hustle and bustle of people trying to go in different directions in the tight place forces you apart, but you figure you'll catch up with her, or that she'll be waiting at the top.
You don't know the roads well enough yet to make it to whichever club it's at alone, and quickly realise when you nearly tumble into the side of a waiting taxi that you're far drunker than expected. Knew the bartender was freepouring, but didn't realise just how free those pours really were.
"Woah, easy trouble," a deep voice sounds from behind you as you're steadied to a more stable position.
"I'm good, I'm good!" You insist, shaking off the hands of your 'saviour'. Have no interest in being a damsel in distress, or some sober guy trying to take advantage of you.
Looking down to check your laces are tied properly, you check over your shoulder to make sure the guy isn't creepily waiting for a thank you that he can turn into an intrusive game of 21 questionsâ'are you open-minded?' or 'do you live alone?'âbut when you glance in his direction, you regret it. Notice the tattoos immediately. Recognise the eyes. Want to die.
"Oh."
"Oh," he says back with a smile, imitating you. Suddenly, the confidence you'd had earlier when looking at him from afar dissolves into nothingness, just like the alcohol in your bloodstream. You feel rather sober, but your body would definitely disagree. "You okay?"
"Yeah, yeah," you nod, suddenly a little stuck for words, desperately trying to play things cool. "Are you okay?"
The pouting of his lips as his tongue runs along the inside of his cheek only serves to make you internally cringe. Men who look like him have no business being on streets like this. Should be in a museum. Strung up on the walls with the other masterpieces. Admired by everyone who looks his way.
In a way you don't yet realise, he is.
Though he's not in galleries, he's often burning into people's laptop screens. Is the background of a fair few thousand lock screens. Indeed, he is admired by everyone who looks his way, just not in the traditional sense.
"I'm not the one who just fell into a car," he reminds you, as if you could forget your embarrassment so quickly.
"Was just seeing if you'd catch me," you bullshit, the confidence you usually have returning tenfold. Was just a momentary blip. He's just a man, after all.
"Oh?" He chirps, decidedly curious. "So you fell for me?"
"Stumbled."
"Semantics."
His fluency, and the fact he just said 'semantics' so casually in conversation, clues you in on the fact he might be a language student, too.Â
Could be useful study partners for each other, you think, then mentally berate yourself for already masterminding ways to see him again.
"So, where you going?" He asks, not caring to downplay his curiosity. The bartenders were free-pouring his drinks just as severely as they poured yours. The only difference is that his were on the houseâ'cause you were right. He does have a recognisable face. "Should probably go with you. Make sure you don't fall into the road."
"Stumble," you insist, a little pleased with the boldness of his suggestion, but not wanting to blindly agree. "My friend," you say glancing around, only to find yourself completely alone. "She wanted to go catch the next GLOSS set. So, I guess that's where we're going."
"Just down the road," he says, knowing the schedule like the back of his hand. Bounces from club to club supporting his friends, just like they would for him. If he wanted, he could get a slot up there, too. He doesn't care for it. "I'll walk with you, if you want? My friends are heading there anyway."
It's not a bad offer.
In fact, it's probably the best offer you'll get all night.
"C'mon," he nods his head to the side, encouraging you to follow him. Checks his phone for the time. "Starts in five."
If there's one thing you've indulged in since moving to Seoul, it's how safe you always feel. Security cameras are on every corner, and you've walked home countless times without any issues, even late into the night. While the place isn't perfect, it's far safer than your home country.
Still, you're not a complete idiot.
"It's not wise to follow strange men down dark alleys," you tell him.
He holds out his hand. Waits for you to shake it. Cocks a brow when you hesitate, so introduces himself.
"Jungkook. Nice to meet you. Now, can we please hurry up? I promised I'd be there."
Narrowing your eyes, you don't shake his hand. Arms folded over your chest, there is ice to your exterior, and given how warm his eyes are, you doubt it'll last for very long. May as well keep up this hard-to-get act while you still can.
Walking on past him, you call back, "Alright then. Lead the way."
In the domed mirror meant for reversing cars at the end of a tight alley, you see him laugh. "Wrong way, idiot."
Pausing, you scrunch your face up. Don't turn to face him for at least a second or soâbut when you do, you're surprised to see him walking towards you. Hooking his arm around your waist, he carries on walking in the 'wrong' direction, taking you with him.
"Was just fucking with you," he grins. Nods towards a sign by another basement entrance, listing both Blu-Tae and GLOSS.
By the door, Rae is looking around like a mother duck who's just lost some of her ducklings when crossing the road. Breathes a sigh of relief when she spots you.
"C'mon," she grins, then realises who you're with. Says nothing of it, 'cause she doesn't want to be weird, but she recognises him, too. Decides she's just had a little too much to drink. There's no way it's him. Holds out her hand for you.
Reaching out for her, you're let go from Jungkook's grip, ready to get lost in the lights once more.
HAEJANG24 WAUSAN-RO, HONGDAE SATURDAY 05:53
Seoul is a city for the nocturnal. The restaurants and bars are open until the last men are standing. Given how much you've had to drink, you're surprised you still are.
Rae had dipped an hour or so ago. Had hit it off with Mr Blu-Tae himself. Seduced him with the suggestion that their couple name would be Blu-Rae. He'd said they should go to a DVD-bang. Would be fitting. See what Blu-rays were on file.
Naturally, you'd looked on with mild disgust and also admiration for how quickly she'd worked her magic. Everyone knows what goes down in DVD-bangs. Small private rooms, often with projector screens and the world's least comfortable futons, they're somewhere you hope to never end upâbut also can't wait to hear all the details the next morning when Rae comes to your room for a debrief.
You'd been left under the surveillance of Jungkook.
"Look after her," Rae had instructed, then narrowed her eyes. "Or I'll destroy your reputation with a single twitter thread, Tokki."
It's a threat he's taken seriously. Knows how the internet works, and even though he's never done anything worthy of a cancellation, he also doesn't intend on starting now. The fact you seem to have no idea who he is during the daylight hours intrigues him. It's a rarity on streets like these.
Even when a few people asked for pictures with him on your walk to the hangover soup place, you didn't clock it as weird. Figured they were friends passing by, wanting to document their chance run-in. Just another memory of the night. The way Jungkook had greeted them was full of warmth, and kindness. Why wouldn't you assume they were mates?
You were also still incredibly drunk at the time, so didn't think to question it. Was keen for food, and Jungkook had insisted on hangover soup, and so that's where you are. Dishes nearly empty, far more of it eaten by him than you, you're laughing about nothing and everything all at once.
"Right," Jungkook declares, deciding he cannot hold in a question that's been tickling at his brain for the entire meal. "What the fuck is that?"
Coat left in the cloakroom, long forgotten about, your tattoos are on full display for him, just like his are for you. Up your arm they trail; a patchwork of teeny tiny identifiers. Latin phrases around skulls, birth flowers of the people you hold close, butterflies and stars. There's an ode to your favourite musician and your favourite Shakespeare quote, too. The fabric of you etched into your skin. There's no reinventing yourself, even half the world away from home.
You know precisely which tattoo Jungkook is asking about. You've asked yourself the same question a few times.
"Fuck off," you laugh.
While most of your tattoos are gorgeous, there's one that was done by a rogue artist on a girlie holiday a few years ago. What was supposed to be a seashell now looks like... well, nothing really. It's just a blob, thanks to the artist being absolutely terrible. The only solace you find in it is that your two best friends have an equally awful permanent reminder of that holiday on their bodies, too.
"It doesn't look how it's supposed to," you explain with a little pout. "I got royally screwed over."
He cocks a brow. You still haven't told him what it is. He isn't gonna ask you twice.
With a grumble, you feebly admit, "A shell."
And then he's laughing. Really laughing. Laughing so hard you think he might piss himselfâwhich you'd actually prefer, because then he could be the embarrassed one, instead.
"I'm calling you Shelly from now on," he says with a broad smile. Has had his fair share of tattoo blunders, and knows you must've developed an affection towards how shitty it is. Would have gotten it covered up, otherwise. "That's incredible."
"You're calling me so such thing," you assure him, but you also can't help but laugh.
"I am," he tells you, then really solidifies it. "Shelly."
"Fuck off," you whine, doubling down. Scanning his arms, you try and pick out anything you can use against him, too. "If I'm Shelly, then you're Mike."
"Mike?!" He protests.
"Yeah," you insist, pointing towards the microphone on his forearm. "Mike."
"You are not calling me Mike. Do I look like a Mike?!"
"Do I look like a Shelly?!"
You've got a point. It's not the name he would have first associated with you - but it is cute, he thinks. Cute how mortified you seem. Cute how you can't help but smile.
After a little bit of back and forth, it's decided that neither of you look like your namesakes.
"Y'know, we kinda have matching tattoos," he says, holding out his arm for you to study. "Or at least, the placements."
And sure enough, below his elbow lives the outline of a bunny sitting on a crescent moon. Holding your own arm out next to his, below your elbow is a butterfly. Above it, is a teeny tiny moon.
Like Jungkook's moon, it's a crescent. Was supposed to symbolise new beginnings. You wonder what his means, but don't ask. Instead, you marvel at the coincidence of it all.
He presses his index finger against the butterfly on the inside of your forearm. The echoing chatter of the restaurant fades softly into nothingness as he says, "Nabi."
You nod. Even if you have spoken with him in English this entire time, it's nice to hear him speak in his mother tongue, no matter how minimal - so you reciprocate. Press your index finger against his bunny. Smile. Say, "Tokki."
It further confirms to Jungkook that you have no idea who he is. Has been a while since he's met a girl in a circumstance like this where that's the case. Likes the anonymity of it all. Is hiding his identity from you, and yet hasn't felt such vulnerability for years.
"Daltokki, right?" You continue, not wanting the silence to linger for too long. "The rabbit in the moon?"
You're not wrong, but you're also not entirely right.
"Yeah," he smiles regardless. "That's it."
JUNGKOOK'S APARTMENT ITAEWON-DONG, YONGSAN-GU SATURDAY 07:12
"Shhh," Jungkook quietly laughs.Â
His hand is over your mouth and the other is on your hip as he guides you into his apartment. With your back to his chest, you've both been giggling for the entire ride to his place.
He had insisted that he should walk you home, and was surprised by the offense you seemed to have taken by this. You then told him that he absolutely could not seduce you, and that it was very gender-role-conforming for him to think that you were incapable of getting home by yourself.
"Maybe I should be the one to make sure you get home safely," you had said with a false sense of concern, which had made him laugh quite considerably.
In all reality, you didn't mind him offering to get you home. You just hadn't tidied your room. Didn't really expect to be taking a boy back to your place, much less one that looks like him.
Together, you'd caught the early morning bus over to Itaewon instead of a taxi, 'cause you're still on a student budget and Jungkook wasn't quite ready to blow his cover just yet.
You've been teasing himâquestioning his status as a potential International Super Spyâever since he took your hand and guided you into one of the flashiest apartment complexes you've ever been in. There was security. Doormen. A passcode for the elevatorânot to mention that he was heading up to the seventh floor once you were in it. Might not sound like much, but when there are only seven floors to the entire building, it makes it the penthouse by default.
"It's not a penthouse," he'd insisted. "Plus, I live with friends. Only pay a third of the rent."
But a third of his rent is more money than you'll probably see in three months of post-grad work. You're drunk, but you're not stupid. You also know that the rental market here differs significantly from your home country. Monthly rent is cheap, but the deposits are extortionate. Sure, he'll get it back when he leaves, but to have the initial money needed for a place like this? He's not a regular student, if one at all, that much is sure.
"Not sure who's home," Jungkook whispers as you both kick your shoes off in the entryway. Given the looks of the other shoes, it's clear that this is a guys-only living situation. You're proven right when he continues, "Betcha Tae's still in that damn DVD-bang, but Yoongi might be back."
"Yoongi?" You question.
"GLOSS," Jungkook says, remembering how oblivious you are to who he is. Reaching down to grab your shoes, he isn't gonna leave them by the door. Will take them to his room. Doesn't want the boys asking questions, if they are in. Knows they'll just use it as an excuse to publicly roast him whenever they're next online together.
Given that a stream is scheduled for Sunday night, he doesn't want to tempt fate.
Their current choice of wind-up, which the viewers have been eating up, is the joke that Jungkook is a virgin. He's not, but he never knows how to defend himself without sounding like a tool, so always gets a little awkward. A lot of their viewers love it. Join in on the joke. Some take it seriously. He doesn't care.
Next month, Taehyung will do something dumb, and he'll become the favourite joke for a while. Maybe Yoongi. But for now, it's Jungkook.
None of them take it to heart. They're just a group of friends who share their gaming hangouts online, and accidentally made it to the top of the ranks.
They aren't particularly good at gaming, but that's part of the charm. Crescent Collective is how they're known: Blu-Tae, GLOSS and Tokki.
After a bet went wrong, and they all lost, they ended up with moon tattoos and their respective 'symbols'. Jungkook's is a rabbit, Tae's is a blu-ray DVD disk (because he really is committed to the bit), and Yoongi's is stars to symbolise the shine of fresh gloss. Jungkook's makes the most sense. Yoongi's is pretty decent. Taehyung's is just... Well, it's very him.
Sliding open the door into the main living area, Jungkook has to cover your mouth again when you gasp at the sheer size of the place.
"I thought butterflies were supposed to be silent?" He teases. "Quiet for me, Nabi."
His place is bigger than your family home, you think. Hushing you again, he's laughingâand then he's cursing at the sight of a half-naked Yoongi by the kitchen counter.
In his boxers, with half a clementine slice hanging from his lips, he's just as shocked to see Jungkook with you. Gets over it pretty quickly.
"Don't mind me," he says, chewing down on the fruit with a smirk. Looks towards you. "Apologies for the lack of clothes."
With your shoes hooked on his fingers, Jungkook's other large hand is still over your mouth. You're not sure you can form any words as it is, but you do notice the crescent moon and stars on Yoongi's ribs.
"Not a word to Tae," is all Jungkook says. Knows that he'll be in for a world of teasing tomorrow if he gets wind of it. "I mean it."
Holding his hands up, Yoongi's still smirking, but he is backing away into a room just off the kitchen. "My lips are sealed."
Watching as he closes the door, you wonder how much truth is in his words. Jungkook knows it's absolute bullshit. Chooses not to dwell on it. Loosens his grip on you and heads towards his own room. Turns back to check you're following him, and can't help but smile when he knows that you are.
Tossing your shoes just inside the door, Jungkook is quick to pick up a pair of jeans he'd left on the floor, before chucking them over his desk chair. He tweaks his bedding. Straightens it out. Looks a little shy as he turns to face you.
"Made it home safe," he says quietly, as you close the door behind you.
You nod. Keep a little distance. Say, "It's dangerous to sleep after drinking. Make sure you build a tower of pillows in the middle of your bed so you don't roll onto your back."
Both of you are far more sober than you were earlier. There's no need to worry about anything like that.
And yet he nods, now. Says, "You're probably right. You can always stay, though. Just to check I don't die in my sleep, or whatever."
"It'd be the responsible thing to do," you nod, wondering if he can tell just how fast your heart is beating. "But I don't have any pyjamas."
Jungkook swallows. The way he looks at you now is entirely different to how he'd looked at you in the club. Back then, he'd been bold. Flirtatious.
Now, he seems vulnerable. Needy.
"I sleep in my underwear," he tells you, unsure if you'll actually be sleeping. While he likes the idea of fucking you, part of him doesn't want to. Fears it'll ruin the magic of the unknown. The way he throbs at the mere thought of it would suggest that his hopes outweigh his fears. "I don't mind, if you don't."
The clothes Jungkook's wearing are baggy. You've seen nothing of his figure.
Reaching for the nape of his neck, he tugs on the fabric of his T-shirt. Pulls it over his head and discards it in one swift movement. The sound of it crumpling on the floor is abrasive in how it makes you feel. Raw. Unrefined. You suppose it's just a natural consequence of seeing the toned muscles of his chest. How his waist defies what you thought was possible for masculine builds, and how broad his chest is. The indent of his collarbones, and the lines of his pelvis that draw your eyes downwards.
A pair of Calvins peek just above the waistband of his jeans, and a silver chain rests around his neck. Light from the city filters in, and LED lights around his impressive computer set-up paint him in a hue of violet.
"No," you manage to reply, which is a miracle, you think. "I don't mind."
And then you reciprocate. Reach for the hem of your shirt and pull it over your head, letting the fabric fall to the floor. Seeing him swallow back his nerves, or maybe his desires, makes you feel far bolder than you should.
"It's really uncomfortable to sleep in jeans," you tell him.
He nods. Agrees. Threads the button of his trousers through its loop. Doesn't take them off yet. Waits for you to do the same. Keeps his eyes firmly locked on yours. Doesn't let his gaze wander, no matter how much he has to fight all his instincts not to fully take you in. Is still pretending like he doesn't want you in the most indecent of ways.
The room you're in right now is known worldwide.Â
People set it as their zoom backgrounds. It's on Pinterest. There are YouTube videos attempting to recreate the set-up. If he were to power up his computerâwhich, in all fairness, is only on standbyâand go live, there'd be a thousand viewers within minutes. Doesn't matter what he plays, or who he's with. He doesn't give it much thought anymore. Is just life.
Sometimes, he regrets not being a faceless streamer, but he also knows that it's part of the appeal. Connection, and the fantasy that comes with this almost dystopian, parasocial idea of it.
After all, the meeting of his eyes with yours across a busy club led you to this point. Human connection in the simplest of ways, that he thinks could culminate in the most complex of ways, too.
"Okay," he says. "So take them off."
"You want me to?" You ask just to tease a little bit, and when a smile flickers onto his seemingly nervous lips, you're glad you did.
"You think we'd be here right now if I didn't?" He says with a tweak of his brows.
"You've got a point."
With that, you push your jeans down and reveal the matching set of black underwear you're in. It's nothing special. In fact, it's not really a set, but it's close enough that it'd fool anyone who didn't know.
Jungkook, in this moment, is indeed a beautiful fool.
There's a lopsided grin on his face as he lets his eyes rake down your body. Is shameless as he indulges in you. Nods, as he bites down on his bottom lip.
"It's cold," you tell him, urging him along a little bit.
"Shit," he says without much thought. "Sorry. Was just... Yeah. Shit."
It's both endearing and wholly confusing how Jungkook flips from confident to cute. A man of duality. It makes you giggle, and then you're the one biting down on your bottom lip. Are both a little bashful. A little shy.
"I'm only here to make sure you don't die in your sleep," you remind him before it goes any further.
Looking at him now, knowing you want him in the worst of ways, it's testing all of your willpower not to just cut to the chase.
Thing is, you liked his company tonight. Want it again. Want to give him a reason to seek you out once more. Want him thinking about you in clubs, and looking for you in crowded bars. Pining. Yearning. Needy.
"It's already gone seven," he tells you, walking towards his bed. Knocks his head to the side. Silently tells you to follow suit. "Will probably only get a couple hours in."
"Better than nothing. Plus, you're actually really irritating," you bullshit as you get into bed with him. Are adamant you won't fuck him, but you do let him pull you in closer.
"Oh, yeah?" He grins.
"Mhmm," you nod, pretending as if you aren't looking at his lips. "You'll be less annoying when you're asleep."
"I'm never gonna sleep again," he assures you. "Will annoy you forever."
"I know where the front door is," you say as you stroke a few of his loose, wavy hairs back behind his ears. They fall freely almost right away, but it just gives you another excuse to play with it "I can just leave. I'm only here to make sure you don't die in your sleep. Pointless if you're awake."
"So I have to be asleep for you to stay?"
"Mhmm," you hum.
He immediately loosens his grip on you and flops into an overdramatic sleeping position. Fake snores. Gets you giggling. Can't hide his smile, either. Laughs through the god-awful noises he's making.
But it is late, and you're both tired. As much as he'd like to stay awake with you, the pull of sleep is just too tempting now that you're beneath his sheets. It's not like he doesn't wanna fuck you. His semi is very much present, but neither of you mention it.
"Y'know what's sad about butterflies?" Jungkook mumbles after the laughter dies down. He carefully begins to trace the lines of your tattoo, eyes entirely focused on the tip of his finger.
You purr a response before you fully vocalise one. "Tell me."
He glances up at you only very momentarily. Looks back down. Is quiet when he says, "How quickly they die. Spend over half their lifespan growing into these beautiful creatures, and then they have, whatâA week? Two? Three, topsâand then they're gone. It's like the cherry blossoms in spring. Beautiful, and thenâ" He clicks his fingers. "âgone."
Stroking back some loose strands of his hair, you wonder if he's thinking about you. About this chance encounter. Beautiful, then gone.
"Just means you have to appreciate them while they're still around," you say softly. "Cherish them, because you know you only have them for a moment."
His gaze lifts to meet yours. The reflection of his LED lights makes it seem like butterflies are floating around in his deep, dark eyes, too.
There are stories he could tell you of ancient folklore; about human souls taking the form of butterflies. Of justice, and peace, and spirits. Of back in time, when tigers still smoked. He could tell you of his favourite butterflies. Of the black butterflies that are as large as his hands in the summer. Of the huge display in a museum downtown that would transfix him as a child.
Instead, he gently presses his lips against the lines of your butterfly tattoo.
The rate at which your heart is beating multiplies. Like a swarm of butterflies chasing through your veins, you've no control over the way you're feeling. He's brought your artwork to life; set the souls inside of your butterfly free, only for it to be apparent that the souls belonged to the both of you, anyway.
You know that this is one of those moments; a butterfly passing on by through your lives. Here, and then gone. Beautiful, but fleeting.
There's a shyness to Jungkook now, as he rolls onto his back. A reluctance to get things wrong. He doesn't look at you, just nibbles on his bottom lip and pretends as if the empty white ceiling ahead of him is the most interesting thing he's seen all night.
It's not.
You are.
You, and those eyes that make him feel like the butterfly on your arm is tickling at his tummy. He finds himself jealous when he faces you again and begins tracing the thin lines of your butterfly once more. Wants to embed himself into you like the ink that's carved out a home in your skin.
"Sorry," he mumbles, seemingly regretful of the tender kiss he'd pressed against your arm just a short moment ago. "Don't know why I did that."
"It's okay," you reply without much thought. Like him, you're letting the way you feel dictate the words you say. Care not for playing coy. "I liked it."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
Jungkook wants to stop his mouth from letting his desires escape. The issue is, he drank a little too much tonight and his lips are a little too loose. Too bad. Can't help himself from asking, "Can I do it again?"
You're just as bad.
"Yeah," you whisper. "Please."
The way his lashes splay against his cheeks as he presses another kiss to your arm is nothing short of celestial. Like that damn moon on his arm, he's got a beauty about him that's hard to capture in words. Ethereal feels too fantastical, but gorgeous feels too dense. He resides in a realm somewhere between the two. Somewhere you'd like to stay forever.
Forever, sadly, only lasts a few hours. You've brunch plans with new friends you can't bail on yet for fear of running a friendship before it's even begun.
You see yourself out. Jungkook's still asleep. Not quite 10AM, you've a dozen missed calls from Rae, and a cold can of coke waiting for you in your fridge. Funnily enough, though, you don't really feel hungover. Must have gotten it all out of your system the night before.
It's only fitting, when you think about Jungkook on the subway home, and how soberingly drunk the idea of him makes you feel.Â
YONSEI UNIVERSITY DORMS DAESIN-DONG, SEODAEMUN-GU SUNDAY 21:39
Brunch had, predictably, been a yawn-fest.
The people were perfectly nice, but you spent the entire time thinking about Jungkook; how you'd left him in a pretty slumber, the LEDs behind his computer still glowing, with not even so much as a note to say thank you.
It's not like he had any paper on his desk, and you weren't about to start rummaging around his room. You also didn't want to wake him. Part of it was because you knew you'd be saying goodbye, and the concept of that was one that you didn't like all that much.
And so your subway ride back to your dorm had been spent searching his name. He didn't take long to find.Â
From the club's Instagram, you found GLOSS and quickly discovered that there was far more to both him and Blu-Tae than just being DJs. Their follower counts were wild. Numbers you know you'll never see on your own account. Verification check marks accented their display names.Â
Who are you? You'd thought to yourself, incredibly perplexed by it all.
Jungkook was littered all over their pages, and yet it still took a while for you to click through to his account. You're not sure why, but think that perhaps the unknown was a nice place to reside within. Safer.Â
CR3SC3NT_T0KK1 was his usernameâand curiously, Tokki was also his display name. Brows furrowed, you'd almost dropped your phone when you saw his follower count. It eclipsed both of his friends.Â
Filled with gaming set-ups, merch drops, and general life dumps, it was pretty clear that whoever Jungkook had made himself out to be the night before was not who he was in real life.Â
Equal parts offended and intrigued, you were only more confused when you saw that Rae was already following himâbut not following Taehyung.
"What?" she'd beamed when you'd asked her about it after you'd arrived home from brunch, a scoop of hangover ice cream being waved around in the air with her flamboyant gestures. "He's, like, one of the biggest streamers in the countryâand if I want to keep Tae obsessed with me, we need as many connections as possible. Jungkook's a frog to me, baby, not a prince. Don't you worry your little cotton socks. I'm not after him."
"I wouldn't care if you were," you'd blatantly lied in response, and then you'd giggled together at how ridiculous you were both being over boys you didn't really know.
Hovering over the bright purple 'JOIN STREAM' button later that evening, part of you holds back. Think it'd be weird. Strange. That he'd somehow know it was you.
Dipping your mouse, you tick the checkbox to join as an anonymous viewer. Take a breath. Think fuck it. Watch with bated breath as the loading wheel turnsâand then he's there.
Jeon Jungkook has the kind of beauty that transcends shitty quality streams. Smiling as he jokes with one of his friends through a headset with a pair of black bunny ears affixed to the top of them, you hear a voice you almost recognise. Notice the friend he's streaming with in the top corner. Realise you do know him, too.
Hair as blue as the trees are green, Tae has just as much boyish charm as Jungkook, but also an incredibly large hickey that seems to match the ones on Rae's neck.
"Nah, can we get an L in the chat for Kook," he's teasing. Sure enough, the chat begins to explode with the letter, and Jungkook looks so pretty when he protests.
"It's not an L!"
"It is!" Tae insists. "Should have seen him, guys. Was following this girl around like a lovesick puppyâ"
"No, I wasn't!"
"And she didn't even give him her number. Not even her name!"
"That's not true!" Jungkook whines. He switches between Korean and English with ease, sometimes just single words, other times whole sentences. "I have a name."
"What is it?"
"Not telling you."
"Cause you don't have one!"
"No, because you'll all make my life a living hell," Jungkook laughsâand then notices a bright blue comment lighting up in the chat. His eyes widen. "Fuck."
GLOSS: Was calling her Nabi when he got home last night Almost shit his pants when he saw me
"Yoongi, I'm gonna shave your eyebrows off in your sleep," Jungkook growlsâonly for the chat to start spamming butterfly emojis. Closing his eyes, he leans back in his chair, the still paused video game long forgotten about, now. Thousands of people are in their chat, and even more are watching the stream.
"Guys, get it trending," Taehyung goads. "Tweet, I dunno, bunny and butterfly emojis."
"Don't do that!"
"Hashtag find Jungkook's butterfly."
"Do NOT do that!"
"I'm like a modern-day cupid," Taehyung beams.
"I'm shaving your eyebrows, too."
Closing the stream, you sit for a moment, mouth ajar, unable to process what on earth you've just witnessed. Part of you feels as if it must have an incredibly vivid daydream; a projection of your heart's desire.
And you know you shouldn't, but when you get home from running errands the following day, you join the stream again. Blush when you notice the chat is still teasing Jungkook.
"I'm gonna block you all," he threatens them with a grin, which only encourages them to send even more butterfly emojis.
The next day is no different, nor the day after that.
He is, though. Has been letting it all play on his mind. Doesn't have much of a filter when it comes to streaming.
"What if she didn't even like me, guys," he whines to the chat. "And sees this and is like... mortified. I think I'd punch myself in the face if she ever saw any of this."
You toy with the idea of sending a comment into the chat. Something that only he'd realise was you. Thing is, you feel bad for intruding. As if you shouldn't be prying. As if you're eavesdropping on him chatting with friends, and not on the stream he's broadcasting live around the world.
Typing out a message, you deliberate your choice.
Punch urself in the face pls, tokki x the message reads.Â
Simple. Effective. To the point.
But everyone calls him that, you stupidly realise, now.
And so you change the name to 'Mike'.Â
Before you can even really realise what you've done, you've pressed send.
The message flitters into the chat feed. He's about to resume his game. Doesn't notice it at first.
Gives the chat one final glance, and then his eyes widen. He sits up taller. Straighter. "Mike?"
You close the lid of your laptop immediately.
"Fuck."
THE STREETS WAUSAN-RO, HONGDAE FRIDAY 23:51
"Tae is on in five," Rae squeals, dragging you down the road at lightning speed.Â
You'd spent far too long at dinner, and also had far too much to drink with your food, so have been forced to make an undignified sprint to the club in an attempt to make it in before the place reaches capacity.
There's already a queue. You can see it from a mile away.
Realistically, Rae could have gotten Taehyung to add her to the guest list. He'd offered. She didn't wanna look needy, so had played it coy about her plans for the evening.Â
After a single beer and soju, she'd decided that the idea of him hooking up with anyone but her simply wouldn't do.
"Shit," she sighs in defeat, looking at the queue. The direction you've come from means that you reach the entrance before you reach the queue, but even then, you can tell it goes around the block. "Are there no other clubs these people can go to?!"
There areâbut this club is rammed tonight for the same reason Club Sundown was rammed the week before. People want to see the Crescent Collective.Â
You didn't realise it at the time, but you'd bypassed the queue of the second club last weekend because Jungkook had been with you.
And as if by a stroke of luck, or perhaps a twist of fate, the same tattooed hand that had held you as you slept last weekend is now putting out a cigarette just a few steps away.
Eyes landing on yours, he looks away again, almost immediately. Feels embarrassed. Stupid. For the way you left him, and also for the way he knows you must know who he is, now.
Behind a red rope, he's away from the general crowd. It's sort of obnoxious, you thinkâbut also know Jungkook is anything but.
"They're with me," Jungkook says to the bouncer, not really looking at you, but nodding in your general direction. Is deliberately keeping a little distance. Instead, he says to Rae, "Tae wouldn't want you waiting in line."
Nodding, the security guard makes way for you, stamping the backs of your hands with UV-activated ink as you walk past.
"Thank you!" Rae beams.
"No worries," Jungkook smiles right back. "He's about to start. Was just getting air. You're lucky you arrived when you did."
"Angel," she praises. "I'll get you a drink while we're in there."
You know her well enough now to know that she absolutely will not, but you don't say anything. Instead, you fold your arms over your chest as you walk, suddenly feeling all awkward in Jungkook's presence.
"Nabi," he curtly greets you as you head down the stairs.
"Tokki," you greet him back just as formally. Consider calling him 'Mike' instead, but you chicken out.
Face scrunching up, Jungkook tries his best not to cringe at himself. Doesn't know if you're addressing him by his tattoo moniker, or just calling him Tokki because you know it's his identifier online.
"How have you been?" He asks, not wanting to let it simmer.
"Alright," you say, aware of how awkward this all feels, as you descend the stairs and into the club. The music is getting louder, and soon you won't be able to hear him talk unless you're in each other's ears. "And you?"
"Alright."
Just as quickly as he appeared, Jungkook is lost to the crowd.Â
He doesn't care to stick around if he's just going to be hung out to dry by you again. He tells himself that he only made sure you got in to keep Rae happy for Taehyung's sakeâyet as he rejoins his friends in their booth, he finds himself desperately seeking you out again.
It takes him a while, but he eventually spots you by the bar in conversation with Rae. He can't make out what you're saying, but notices how your eyes are flickering around the room. Seems as if you're hunting for something.Â
Deep down, even if he pretends like he doesn't, he hopes it's for him.
Pulled away from your search by the bartender passing over drinks to the pair of you, Jungkook feels bad. Knows the drinks are pricey in this place. Also knows, from the conversations you've already had, that you're on a tight budget. Had said that once the semester starts, you'll stop going to parties. Are seemingly unaware of the fact the parties never stop in this city. You'll learn.
When your eyes finally land on his a little while later, you're surprised by his intense gazeâintrigued by his lack of shame for being caught out. He doesn't look away or appear embarrassed. If anything, it's quite the opposite.
Girls are vying for his attention all around him, yet you receive all of it. Half the room away, hundreds of people create a sea between you both. Jungkook thinks he'd swim through it, no matter how choppy the water, if it meant he could have you right now.
You're the one who left, though.Â
It's up to you to come back.
Part of you doesn't want to, but then you see another girl making advances, and Rae's horror over other girls trying it on with Taehyung seems to have rubbed off on you. The idea of it makes your skin crawl. You're drunk, and a little reactive, but Jungkook likes playing with fire.
As you work your way through the crowd towards him, he tries his best not to grin. Finds himself vindicated in his desire to be close to you, 'cause it seems like you want it, too.
Sliding in between Jungkook and the girl, you turn and apologise.
"Just need to borrow him for a second," you smile, clutching at his shirt and pulling him away from the booth before she even has a chance to protest.
With an ever-so-satisfied smirk, Jungkook shrugs towards the other girl, and lets you drag him wherever you want. He's putty in your hands, a little tipsy and desperately in need of attention from you.Â
For the past week, he's played scenario over scenario over scenario in his head about this moment, and now that it's happening, he's glad he let you seek him out. Is so pleased that you actively want him just as much as he wants you.
In the middle of the crowd, you're hidden from prying eyes. It's too dark to notice any discerning features of the people around you, yet somehow, Jungkook seems like a vibrant golden light to you. Impossible to miss. Unable to ignore.
You wanna talk. Ask him about who the fuck he is. Explain that you didn't mean to leave so heartlessly.
Taehyung's set is so overwhelmingly loud, though. Can barely even hear yourself think.
As soon as he'd spotted Rae in the crowd, Taehyung had sent the bar coordinator to go and get her. She's sitting pretty up in the DJ booth, incredibly pleased with herself. Notices you and Jungkook almost immediately. Knows it'll be on Twitter in the next few hours, especially if that damn butterfly tattoo of yours is noticed.
Bunnies and butterflies have been trending for days.
Jungkook speaks, but you can't hear him.
"Huh?" You ask, getting on your tippy toes, but it's fruitless. Even as his hand drops to your waist to steady you and keep you in place, you can barely make out his words. "I can't hear you!"
He can't hear jack shit, either. Frowns. Looks around. Spots Yoongi by the booth and gestures towards the side of the room. When Yoongi nods back, it's Jungkook who drags you through the crowd, now. Just beyond the DJ booth is a little black door that Yoongi meets you by. Taps in the code. Nods in your direction.
"A pleasure," he says with a knowing smirk. Miraculously, you can hear him, but ultimately, it's because you're not in the direct line of the speakers now.
You don't get a chance to respond before Jungkook gets you into what can only described as a dark hole as quickly as he can. Romance, you think to yourself, but you also are very aware of the fact Jungkook doesn't let go of your hand, even when he's searching for the light switch. It takes him a second, but he manages to recall the approximate location quickly enough.
Dingy yellow light floods into the room. Small and boxy, it's a 3-in-1 storage room, bathroom, and dressing room for 'talent'. It's why Yoongi had the code, but you can't imagine anyone with any shred of self-respect actually using this place. The walls are the same grey tiles as the floor, and the light bulb hangs from a wire without a shade. The tap on the sink drips, and you're pretty sure there's a leak in the far corner by the mirror.
None of that matters, though. All you can focus on is the man in front of you. Though not soundproof, the room does offer a far more muted version of Taehyung's set. More importantly, it provides you with privacy.
It's been a week since you last saw him, face to face.
Though you have, admittedly, seen him what feels like a million times on low-quality streams from his bedroom.
Realistically, it's been about three times, but you think about it almost constantly.
"You left," is all he says, a little pout on his lips.
It's cute, you think, that he is so outwardly offended by such an act. You would have thought that a man of his position would have a habit of leaving, himself. Then again, you didn't know of his status when you left him in bed that morning.
"And you didn't die," you reply with a teasing smile, trying not to make it sound so severe. "You were fine without me."
"I'm not joking," he says, even if he can't help but smile at the recollection of how stupid the conversation before bed had been. "You left. It was rude."
"I had brunch plans," you tell him, reaching your hands out for his. He wants to resist. Fails. Lets you pull him closer. Incredibly close, in fact. So close that you begin to notice all sorts of things. His freckles. A small scar on his cheek. A tiny fleck of glitter on his skin, no doubt from one of the girls who had been desperate for his attention earlier. "You'd only had a few hours sleep. I didn't want to disturb you."
"Could have left a note," he says, still pouty but far quieter. You can smell the Jack on his breath. Have always hated the taste, but think you could grow to like it. "Your number. Something, at least."
"I could've," you admit, edging even closer. Closing the gap. Nudging your nose against his. But then you smile. Pull back. Tease, "And you could have warned me that I'd become a trending topic on Twitter."
Just like that, Jungkook's pout snaps into the prettiest smile. His face scrunches up, lines creasing on his nose. Beneath his closed eyes reside the sweetest little puffs. He's got the kind of face that is impossible not to like.
"Ah," he cringes.
"Yeah," you laugh at the stupidity of it all. What did he expect? That you wouldn't find out? "Ah."
"In my defence," he holds his hands up, eyes wide and innocent. "You called me Tokki. How was I to know you didn't know?"
"Oh, give over," you laugh, as he reaches for your hands once again. Pulls you closer. "You know I didn't know."
Truthfully, he does know this, but it was nice to be unknown for a little while. Nice to not second guess your intentions. Even now, knowing that you know, he feels like none of it matters.Â
"Look," he begins, toying with the hem of your cropped shirt. Lets his fingertips graze your bare skin. Tries his best not to think about what you look like half-naked. Fails. "I only came out tonight 'cause I hoped I'd see you. I don't care about staying out till ass-o'clock, again."
"Think I've only just caught up on sleep," you hum, angling your chin up and giving him the perfect opportunity to make a move that goes beyond flirtatious touches.
"Exactly," he smiles, letting his hand squeeze the side of your waist. Pulls you closer. "And I've not drunk half as much tonight, but I think I could do with you making sure I don't die, again."
"Yeah?"
Nodding as he nudges his nose against yours, Jungkook is all smiles. Lets his lips line up against your pout.
"Yeah," he mumblesâthen lets the word get lost in your lips.
Sinking into what it feels like to kiss you, Jungkook can't help but feel satisfaction. Has finally caught the damn butterfly he's been after all week.Â
He's played a lot of games. Won a lot of battles.
And yet victory has never tasted so sweet.
JUNGKOOK'S APARTMENT ITAEWON-DONG, YONGSAN-GU SATURDAY 02:07
You retrace your steps. Get a taxi to his place, 'cause there's no point pretending like he can't afford it. Not anymore.
You're not giggling like you were the first time you were in his elevator, but it's kind of impossible to do so when your back is to the wall and Jungkook's tongue is in your mouth.
Your hands roam his bodyâwaist, ass. If you can squeeze it, you will. Just makes him deepen the kisses. If his large hands weren't cupping your jaw, keeping you close, they'd be doing the exact same thing as yours.
The ding of the elevator pulls you apart just for a second, and then you're the one pulling him down to the corridor to his place.
He doesn't open the door. Just kisses you again.Â
Finally understands what it means to get butterflies, 'cause he's got you, now, and he never wants to lose it.
Hooking his hands beneath your ass, he hoists you up. Gets your legs wrapped around him. Could go in, but where's the fun in that? There's a slight danger of getting caught. He knows the hallway security cameras will definitely pick this up. The threat that it could get leaked online, and the simple fact that he couldn't give a shit if it does, is kind of hot.
"I'm not fucking you out here," you tell him through a hushed giggle, when he rests his forehead against yours.
"Woah," he jokes. "Who said anything about fucking?"
"I can literally feel your boner, Jungkook."
"Touché."
He doesn't even attempt to downplay it. He puts you down. Gets you through the threshold of his apartment. Shoes off by the door, there's no need to be quiet. Yoongi and Taehyung are still out, and will be for hours. He could take his time if he really wanted.
But what he wants is you. Doesn't waste time. Gets you in his room. Kinda feels like you never left. Jungkook still wishes you hadn't, but doesn't mind the idea of you making it up to him now.
"So," you hum, trailing your fingertips across his desk. "This is where the magic happens?"
He smiles a little bashfully, head dropping for a moment before his eyes are on yours again. "Yeah. You could say that."
Now that you're back in his space, it's a little embarrassing just how many clues there were. A headset rests on the deskâblack, robust, with his signature bunny ears secured on topâand a mic is hooked up by the monitor. The webcam doesn't look special, but the keyboard subtly glows in his darkened room. Violet, like the LEDs behind his screen.
A laptop covered in vinyl stickers is closed next to the set-up. He uses it when he's not streaming on his desktop. At least three of the stickers are of the Crescent Collective's logo.
Turning to fully face him, you rest your palms behind yourself and perch on the edge of the desk.
He gets a little kick out of seeing you so flippantly disregard the domain in which he dominates. Gives him a point to prove. Gets him closing the space between you, hands on your waist, dipping to your ass to leverage further back on his desk. Knows it's sturdy, 'cause he built it himself, but has never tested out quite how strong it really is. Thinks now's as good a time as any to find out.
Your legs wrap around his body with no thought, just the innate understanding that you want him in a way you're sure thousands of people have only dreamt of: in his room, on his desk, that damn 'Go Live' button just a few short clicks away.
Reaching beside you, there's a smirk on your lips as you retrieve his headset. Put it on him. Say, "The ears are cute, Tokki."
He rolls his eyes. Is fighting a smile, and currently losing. He's seen some lewd shit during his time on the internet and is well aware of the fanart that includes the ears and little else. Always found it kinda funny, before.
Now? He's so hard it almost hurts, and he thinks he could grow to like it.
As your arms drape over his shoulders, he takes them off. Puts them on you, instead. Adjusts the sizing. Gets them just right for you. Is attentive, like that. Pulls his head back a little, and then realises what a problem you're gonna be for him.
It's not so much the addition of animal ears that's getting him insatiable, but seeing you adorned with a crown that is so inherently his that does it.
Jungkook's no saint. He's had his fair share of one-nighters. A couple hours of fun never to be spoken of again. Since the group of them signed to their management agency, they've been repeatedly told how important it is to get NDA's signed. Something about it always feels so icky to Jungkook. Cruel, almost. Has only had a couple hook-ups since then, both with flings he's known for a good couple of years, with no fear of them spilling the beans on how prettily he whines when he cums.
You're the first new girl in a long time. He knows he should really pause things before you cut to the chaseâbut then your hand is trailing down his thick forearm, delicately stroking his rabbit moon with a curious smile. Decides he doesn't care.
"The ears are cute," he replies. Teasingly adds, "Nabi."
The position of your arms over his shoulders ensures the tattoos he'd traced the week before are fully displayed for him. As his eyes drop to your butterfly, you're curiously smitten by the way his lips move to press a kiss against it again.
"Suit me?"
"Mhmm," he hums, eyes flickering back up to yours. "Should also get you a pair of butterfly wings, or something."
"I'd make you wear them," you tell him with a cheeky glint in your eye. "Turn you into a butterfly, yourself. Your girlies in the chat would love that."
Jungkook knows without a shadow of a doubt he'd let you. Not for the girlies in the chat, but for you.
Ghosting his lips against yours, he's waiting for you to press down. Is letting you take the lead.
Your kisses are sweet. Tepid. Reserved.
You're feeling; his hands on your waist, the pressure of his lip rings, the presence of his nose.
And then he's feeling; your bare skin as his large hands slip beneath the fabric of your shirt, the way your legs wrap around him, the vibration of a small groan against his lips.
The skirt you're in is bunched around your hips, and the positioning is just right for you to feel how hard he is against your underwear. It's a little undignified, you'll admit, but you're impatient, so you take control. Reposition his hand between your legs. Encourage him to take things further.
"Yeah?" He checks.
Nodding into a needy kiss, you mumble, "Please."
It might've been a while, but Jungkook's muscle memory is enviable. He's the best player on the team for that very reason.
As he hooks your underwear to the side, he's pleased to be greeted with indications of your arousal. Smirks into the kisses he's giving you, as his fingertips graze against your clit. Trails his lips to your neck. Wants to hear the way you gasp as he pushes his thick middle finger inside you.
"Fuck," you sigh at the welcome intrusion. Nod, as he curls his finger almost immediately. He's got a lot to thank those damn video games for, that's for sure.
Softly moaning, just how he hoped you would, there's an arch to your back as he picks up a pace. The need to perform, almost.
Head tipping back as Jungkook fucks another finger into you, you're unable to think too cognitively. Can only think about the way he feels. The smell of his hair as he presses kisses against your neck, and how prominent his collarbones are as your nails trail up his toned torso.
"Feels so good," you tell him. Move the hand of yours that's been resting on his shoulder to his hair. Tug on it a little. Elicit the prettiest of whines from him.
There's something to be said for making a manâespecially one of such strength, stature, statusâso weak. Gets you all giggly. Jungkook can feel the satisfaction ripple through your entire body, and it just makes him groan against your neck even more.
"You're so wet," he praises, pulling back to study your face as he plays with you. Lets his thumb stroke up against your clit ever so gently. Revels in the way you get a little shaky. Twitchy. With those damn bunny ears, you really are like a little rabbit. Jungkook finally understands why the fan artists choose to draw him in such a way. It is hot. "You're making me so fuckin' hard."
And then you're giggling again.
"Is it a joke to you, huh?" He smirks. Looks down at your pussy, all swollen and sopping wet for him, in the hazy violet light of his room. Knows that his throbbing cock is gonna stuff you so fuckin' full that laughing won't be an option. Is desperate for it. "How badly I want you is just a big joke to you, huh, bunny?"
The way he groups you in with his moniker is too damn hot.
"Dunno," you rasp, desperately trying to hold off the orgasm that's building inside you. "Fuck me and find out."
Reaching for the button of his trousers, you're quick as you wrestle his jeans down over his ass. Don't bother pushing them down entirely. Just enough to get his boxers exposed, and in turn, his thick cock. Hard and engorged, his desperation for you is evident. A small patch of precum seeps through the fabric of his boxers. He curses as your thumb strokes against it.
"Condom?" You ask, knowing you've got none on you.
"Hold that thought," he says, regretfully pulling away from you.
Watching on as he pushes down his jeans, and strips himself of his shirt, you're at a loss for words. You've seen him like this before, but it's so much hotter knowing that he's gonna be fucking himself into you as soon as he possibly can.
Jungkook could very easily lead you to his bed. Get you comfy. Reach to his bedside cabinet for a condom. Fuck you how he likesâdoggy-style, minimal face-to-face contactâand be done with it all very quickly.
Instead, he says, "Stay here."
Doing as you're told, you watch on as he walks to the cabinet, and retrieves a condom. Admire his back, and his broad shoulders. The valley of his spine, and the hard work he's put into crafting his physique. Smirk to yourself as he dips into his boxers. Strokes himself. Once, twice. Tears the packet open with his teeth, just like you were always taught not to do, and rolls the latex down his thick shaft.
"What?" he smirks as he walks back, realising your eyes are transfixed on his cock.
You say nothing. Smile. Hold your hands out for Jungkook to take, just so you can pull him back even quicker.
Lips pressing into yours as he closes the gap, Jungkook is all smiles. Rubs the head of his cock against your pussy, gathering up your arousal all over his tip. Lines himself up with your entrance. Waits for you to give him the go-ahead.
Hand on his ass, you pull him closer. Edge the crown of his cock into you. Whimper. Beg. "Please."
Sinking into you with a laboured grunt, he's surprised with how much tighter you are around his cock than you were with his fingers. Wet and warm, there's an undeniable pleasure that sparks through his body as he gets familiar with the way you feel.
Slowly, his hips begin to pick up a pace. As his tongue strokes into your mouth, there's no dignity to the way he's taking you. The increased pace means heightened moans, and it's not just youâit's him, too.
"Shit, yeah," he grits. "So fuckin' tight, aren't you?"
Whining, you nod into his kisses. Are at his entire disposal as he grips your waist, proving exactly why Tokki is the perfect nickname for him.
As much as he likes the ears, he's a little worried that he might fuck you so hard they fall off. Doesn't wanna break them, and definitely doesn't wanna think about the story the boys would make up when they go live tomorrow to tease himâbut also really wants to fuck you harder.
Which is funny, cause the way he tugs them off with such desperation and tosses them down, you'd be forgiven for thinking he couldn't care less about breaking them. Doesn't give you a chance to say anything, 'cause his big hands are cradling your face, bringing you in for desperate kisses once more.
There's a lewdness to the sounds you make together, but Jungkook knows that if he was an entirely different kind of streamer, you'd make bank together. Wonders about the way it would look on camera. Worries. Pauses.
"You good?" You check a little breathlessly as he reaches behind you, just to tug the wire to his webcam from the plus.
"Yeah," he nods, still fiddling around behind you. Smiles in the hedonistic haze as your lips find a new home on his neck. Strokes your hair gently, and presses a kiss to the side of your head. Quietly says, "Just making sure there's no way in hell I accidentally start streaming."
You hum, all purry and pliant. "People would pay good money to see it."
While he agrees, and has had the same thought process, he doesn't care. "You saying I should be charging you for this?"
"Oh, no," you say all very sweetly. "You should be paying me."
"I'll pay you with orgasms," he promises, knowing that it's a rare currency for one-night strands.
You smirk. Pat the top of his head. "Sure you will."
If there's one thing Jungkook loves, it's a challenge.
Pulling back, he turns you around. Gets you bent over his desk with zero opposition from you. Rubs himself against your soaked cunt, then asks, "Yeah?"
"Yeah," you smirk, and then settle into a sigh as he pushes into you. The feeling of fullness from Jungkook is one that's hard to compare. So thick, and fat, and heavy, his cock really is just as impressive as he is.
With one hand hooked at the crease of your thigh, the other holds the top of your shoulder. Gets you pushed down onto his cock as far as you possibly can be. There's a slight reflection in his streaming plaque beside the monitor, and you're pleased to see just how intensely focused he is on you, brows furrowed, pretty pink lips resting ajar. The silver of his lip rings and chain catch in the light, and you find you can't look at him for too long. He's too hot.
But then he's reaching down for your clit as he fucks into you. Has your legs shaking. The waves of a familiar sensation begin to lap against the shores of your pleasure.
"Fuck," you whine. "Feels good. Keep it like that."
Jungkook knows better than to ignore your requests. Does as he's told, the pressure of his fingers on your clit only deepening. Rubbing calculated circles against you, he knows just how to work you up. Gets you whining. Mewling. Moaning.
"Gonna cum, aren't you?" he smirks, as his own high builds.
"Fuckâ"
"C'mon," he husks, feeling your walls tighten around him. He doesn't stop his relentless chase. Will win your orgasms fair and square. Continues pounding into you. Pace fast, strokes deep, he's everything you could ever want and moreâand then he's slowing. Keeping you plugged, nice and deep, but focusing on the way he's toying with your clit. "You know you wanna cream for me. All over my cock, pretty Nabi. C'monâ"
"I'm close," you all but whimper. "Soâfuck. So close."
"Yeah, you are," he tells youâand then your legs are shaking, pussy tightly clamping around his cock, one hand tense against his desk while the other grabs at his wrist. Uncontrollable, is the way you whine for him. It's so needyâso desperate and patheticâthat it's almost a sob. Jungkook doesn't ease up. In fact, his hips gain a little pace again as your orgasm shatters around you both. He's breathless, but manages to choke out, "Flithy fuckin' cunt. Feels so fuckin' good. Fuck."
The frail limpness of your body as the orgasm smokes away is cute. Jungkook loves it. You're so weak for him. He fucks into you still, chasing his own high, and your whines only get louder. It's overwhelming, but you never want to lose the feeling.
It doesn't take much. Just a minute or so of your tight cunt, and Jungkook is pulling out. Even though he doesn't ask you to, you get to your knees as he tears the condom off.
"In my mouth," you beg, and who is he to reject such an offer?
Jerking himself to completion, Jungkook is all pretty and pathetic when he cums, too. Looks at you with eyes so starry you'd been forgiven for thinking he was a descendant of the constellations.
He milks the final few spurts of himself onto your wet tongue, and curses when you press dainty kisses to his tip. Stroking your tongue against him, you don't want to waste a drop. Look up at him and find that his eyes are resting shut from the pleasure of it all.
Silence surrounds you both, just your beating hearts and laboured breaths filling to the room. He helps you up. Holds you tight. Hugs you for a little while, then presses a kiss to the side of your head. "Thanks."
"My pleasure," you giggle - and then he's smiling, too. Feels vindicated by his irrational thoughts about you over the last few days. He pays no mind to the fact you're still technically dressed, and he's basically naked.
As he sorts himself out, you perch back up on his desk and languidly swing your legs. Enjoy the thought of memories plaguing him whenever he tried to play his little games over the next few days.
"You wanna grab a shower?" he offers. "Food, too? Dunno about you, but I'm fuckin' starving."
"Same," you nod, biting down on your bottom lip. "I'll go wash up, you sort food? Are places still open for delivery?"
Checking his phone for the time, Jungkook is surprised that it's closer to midnight than it is to his morning alarm. Only a handful of places will offer delivery at this time, but that's enough.
"Works for me," he says with a yawn, then opens what you had assumed was the closet door. Reveals an en-suite and knocks his head to the side. "Get your shower. Gimmie a shout if you need anything."
Tiles large and grey, it's the perfect counterpart to his bedroom. A little dark, but it's only because Jungkook hates using the big light. Always flicks the small light switches instead. There's a window overlooking the city, and even though you're only seven floors up, the hills of Yongsan-gu mean that he's got a view you could only dream of.
You're about to start the shower up when he calls through. "Is pizza good?"
"Pizza's good," you call back with a smile. Look yourself in the mirror and wonder how the fuck you ended up in the bathroom of arguably the most famous person you've ever met. Decide it's better not to question it.
The shower begins to cascade down, even if your sins are washed way, you know you won't be able to forget the feeling of Jungkook so easily.
Truth be told, you won't even try.
YONSEI UNIVERSITY DORMS DAESIN-DONG, SEODAEMUN-GU SUNDAY 21:13
"L in the chat," booms the voice of Taehyung through your laptop speakers. His trademark grin rests on his face as he teases Jungkook.
You've only just opened the stream. Instantly, you focus on the prettily lopsided smirk of Jungkook's lips. You've learned it's an almost permanent fixture on his boyish face. Shaking his head, he's adjusting his headset. Making it a little looser so that it'll fit him properly.
No one is questioning it.
What they are questioning, is where the fuck that pretty purple bruise on his neck has come from.
"Cross-fit," Jungkook just shrugs, knowing that it's the colloquial term for suspicious bruises after some idol used the same excuse. Blatant horseshit. Jungkook doesn't care.
"I've never done cross-fit, but I know you're bullshitting," Taehyung snorts.
The chat seems to agree with him.
"Thought I was a virgin?" Jungkook states a little cheekily, making reference to Taehyung's usual banter. "How else would I get one?"
Taehyung knows better than the retort. Knows that Jungkook could very easily slip something about Rae into the conversation.
Virgin? You type through a message on a private discord chat with Jungkook. He'd set it up the day before. Has already sent you, like, a thousand messages. Is what can only be described as obsessedâbut it's mutual. Could have fooled me.
As his eyes glance down to his laptop screen, he fails to hide his smile. Had opened your chat on there, cause he didn't wanna accidentally broadcast the messages onto his stream. Despite this, he doesn't care that there are nearly 10,000 people in his stream merely minutes into it. Is far more interested in his chat thread with you. Replies immediately.
Stop distracting meI'm working</3
Giggling as the message pings through to you, there's a giddy quality to the way Jungkook makes you feel.
He'd spent the day in bed with you after your night together. Had wanted you to stay when he started streaming that evening. Said he'd only be an hour or so, and was incredibly pouty when you did leave.
It had just been him on last night's streamâheadset off 'cause he didn't wanna adjust it back yet, hoodie on to hide his neck. The other boys were nursing hangovers, so he could do what he liked.
What he did do had you incredibly curious. Was just chatting. Talking to the comment section. Sleepily reeling off facts he'd recently learned about butterflies. Debating over their lifespan.
You're not naive to the fact that Jungkook does this streaming stuff as a profession, and are aware that the more people talking about his stream on other platforms, the more viewers he'll get.
Made sense for him to add fuel to the butterfly-related fire by talking about them.
Had sent you a message earlier that evening to ask what kind of butterfly you had on your skin.
A Monarch, you'd told him.
"See, the thing is," Jungkook had rambled to his viewers a little later on. "Most butterflies have super short lifespansâMonarch's included."
Eyes all starry, lights in his bedroom purple as per usual, he'd looked cosy. You wished you'd have stayed.
"But there's a specific kind. Migrating Monarchs. They're the last of their generationâthe final butterflies of the year," he marvelled at the magic of it all.
His facts were a little hazy, but he knew enough. Had been down a you-shaped rabbit hole all afternoon.
"And they migrate, right? Move away from homeâsomewhere warmerâand then it just extends their lifespan. 180 days. Not 30. That's six months. Six months. It's a long time. It's not fleeting. Not in the slightest."
It's also, curiously, exactly how long you're scheduled to stay in Korea for.
"I dunno," Jungkook had just sighed, a little forlorn, trying to make sense of his thoughts.
He bit down on his bottom lip, stroking his thumb against the hard plastic ears of his headset, then focused on the camera again. Wondered if you were watching.Â
He simply shrugged. Said, "Counts for something, though, right?"
#byholly#jungkook fanfic#jungkook fanfiction#jungkook angst#jungkook smut#jungkook ff#jk ff#jungkook x reader#jungkook imagine#bangtan fic#jungkook fluff#streamer!jungkook#non idol au#bts fanfic#bangtan ff#jungkook fic#jeon jungkook x reader
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#LOOK AT HIM#look at my boy#he looks like a twitch streamer lol#give him some headphones#and boom#so cute#bts jungkook#jungkook fluff#jungkook imagine#bangtan#jeon jungkook#jungkook photo folio#jungkook smut#jungkook nose#jungkook icons#jungkook#bts
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revalink tweets inspired by @iridescentgleam's replies in my last streamer au post about zelda insinuating that link is revali's discord kitten
#revalink#loz#botw#loz botw#legend of zelda#amihan's revalinkverse#streamer au#i was too lazy to make a fake stan acc so i just grabbed my fake jungkook acc#fake tweets were made with an app called social maker that is no longer available for download i'm sorry </3#link's profile was also from the youtubers revalink au ask from a bit ago i was too lazy to redo it LOL#discord mod!revali x discord kitten!link#KJDHFJKSDFHJKSDKJFD
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Twitch Stream! Be there or BEWARE!
Hey guys!! So I've started working on a major project undertaking... compiling a complete explanation and analysis of the BTS Hwa Yang Yeon Hwa story. The culmination of these efforts will be a massive Youtube video chronicling my descent into madness.
But on the road, I've decided to make a Twitch channel to bring anyone interest along with me during part of the process. We'll be watching the videos put out by Big Hit/Hybe relating to the HYYH story and analyzing them in heinous depth for research that I will use in my actual video. I will explain more in depth on stream and am happy to answer any questions you may have about this endeavor! But if you're interested at all, please tune in or just drop by! I'm going to be starting with the Butterfly Prologue tonight, and I would love if you came and gave your opinions, theories, or even just told me "I saw X Youtuber made a theory vid about this one, you should watch it!". I am eager to consider all theories and give them proper credit, and maybe I can even collab and chat with that creator in the process!
SO! Tonight, 9pm EST (US Eastern Standard Time)! I will be on twitch on my channel of the same name, Multifandom Meg, desperate to infodump about this special interest of mine!! Please come say hi if you're interested, or reblog if you think any of your followers might be! :)
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#bts#bts wings#bts hyyh#hyyh#bts theory#twitch streamer#small streamer#special interest#bts mv#kim seokjin#min yoongi#jung hoseok#kim namjoon#park jimin#kim taehyung#jeon jungkook#bts rm#bts v
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Fanart done on stream today and finished total work time approx 5 hours. :)
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Tell me if youâve had any fantasies with jungkookâs latest lives.. like any scenarios .. anything tbh because Iâve had too many idk if Iâm the only one shsjsjsjsj
#but thereâs this one I canât shake off my head#oh my goddddd#I will make it an scenario bUT#since Iâve been writing an streamer and gamer jungkook auâŠ.#I donât know if I should make it part of an episode#or#make it a random one shot đ©
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there is a boy group takeover happening in november and i am deeply unnerved
(thank u txt for returning this month we love u)
#atz skz zb1 enha and more r coming back#itâs so funny but also depressing bcs i have months of k-pop music to catch up on and a whole album from skz but thereâs js more#also very unlikely that zb1 will be winning much music show wins jejdjdjd zeroses r notoriously bad streamers and votes and when u throw#jungkook into the mix well â ïžâ ïžâ ïž#k-pop#stray kids#ateez#zerobaseone#jungkook
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JUNGKOOK FANFIC RECOMMENDATIONS(13)àż àż:ïŸàż
đ Late Night Encounters | underground boxer!jk x volleyballplayer!reader | Series | @cherrygukkie
đ Drown for You | siren!jk x f reader | Series | @jeonstudios
đ My baby girl | Jungkook X Reader | One-Shot | @rkivepetals
đ đđąđĄđđđĄđđ | Neighbor!Jungkook x Fem!reader | One-Shot | @cravetive
đ A cheating way | Jungkook x f!reader | One-Shot | @bangytell
đ Valentine Vixen | Stripper! Reader x Rich! Jungkook | One-Shot | @bunnyhugs77
đ lonely hearts club | JK X Reader | One-Shot | @dovechim
đ Woman on Top | JK X Reader | series | @heartbeatan
đ Man Eater Hunting | Idol! Jungkook x "Man Eaterâ! Reader | One-Shot | @httpjungkookcom
đ oxygen | Mafia!Jungkook x f!Reader | One-Shot | @gimmethatagustd
đ Empty Space | Police Officer Jungkook X Reader | Two-Shot | @ahundredtimesover
đ Trapped Hearts | Jungkook x Fem!Reader | @kxxkiecxre
đ sanguis | vampire!jungkook x vampire!reader | Two-Shot | @7deadlysinsfics
đ LOVE WAGER! | jungkook x fem!reader | Series | @2hightocare
đ sate | Vampire!Jk X Reader | One-Shot | @adonis-koo
đ the curious lifespan of migrating monarchs | streamer!jk x international student!female oc | One-Shot | @alphabetboyluvr
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đđđđđđđđ | jungkook x reader | One-Shot | @solecize
đ bottle up old love | Jungkook x Reader | One-Shot | @wintaerbaer
đ new beginnings | ceo!jungkook x figureskater!oc | One-Shot | @nochukoo97
đ the philosophy of good luck | tattooartist!jungkook x reader | One-Shot | @kidguk
đ Colors | Jeongguk x Reader | Series | @inkjam-moon
đ The Prince with the Ugly Heart | Prince!JK X Reader | Series | @daydreamindollie
đ Son Of Dracula | vampire|jungkook x human|reader | Series | @katobobato
đ THE YOUNG WOLF | Â jungkook/reader | game of thrones au | One-Shot | @junqkook
đ Babe đ | Husband!koo X reader | One-Shot | @rkivepetals
đ lifetime. | yan!jjk x reader | Two-Shot | @blackswan446
#bangtan#bts masterlist#bts#jungkook fic#bts imagine#jungkook x reader#bts ff#bts jimin#jimin#jungkook fanfic#jeon jungkook smut#jungkook#yoongi#taehyung#jungkook imagine#seokjin#namjoon#jk fanfic#jk#bts jk#jm#jungkook masterlist#jk smut#jeon jeongguk#jeon jungkook
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Jungkook
Thigh riding
Office sex
Massage
Tutoring
Best friend's boyfriend
Another best friend's boyfriend
Camping
Massage Salon
Trainer
Landlord
Blackmailing nerd
Dad's best friend
Gamer
Ferris Wheel
Brat tamer
Cheating CEO
Lawyer
Husband
Cam couple
Streamer
Cinema
Movie scene escalated
Gym buddies
#bts smut#bts x reader#bts requests#bts smut requests#bts smut fanfic#bts fanfic#jungkook smut#jungkook x female reader#jungkook x reader#jungkook x y/n
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[ 240704 ] estimated posting lineup for 2024-2025:
minted | haegeum!yoongi, mint!yoongi (posted!)
lollipop | 3tan!yoongi (posted!)
3tan drabbles (posted!)
minted 2 | haegeum!yoongi, mint!yoongi (posted!)
street kings | street racers!taegi
7days2 | fuckboy roommate!jungkook
3tanfugue
3tan13
virtual;reality | streamer!seokjinđ€
mami2 | battle rappers!rapline
hy4 | bbf!taehyung
afyt | assassin!jimin
heaven | boyfriend!knj
seamless | roomate!myg
letâs goooooođ„ which ones are we excited for!!
#writing so much of minted latelyđ„ł#*ryenfictalk#updates#bts imagines#bts fic#bts fanfic#bts reactions#ryenwrites
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between the ride and the roses (9)
Pairing:Â Jungkook x (f.) Reader
Genre/Tags:Â biker/ motorcycle shop owner! jungkook x flower shop owner! reader, enemies to lovers, opposites attract, slow burn, angst, smut, fluff
Series summary:Â There's an insane turn of events when your calm and peaceful life is intruded by Jungkook, a biker boy who sets up his loud business right next to your own. Your paths cross under unlikely circumstances, starting with a clash of personalities but gradually you find yourself establishing a deeper connection with the annoyingly attractive biker jerk. You both have no idea what's in store for you guys as you try your best to put up with each other.
Word count:Â 3.5k
Chapter Warnings:Â it's finally the day of the fair, there's tension, bike ride, they're just too cute
A/N: might be one of my most fav chapters that i've written up until now. i personally love the fair scene a lot and omg ahhh jungkook is so cute. we're finally getting close to something. can't wait hehehehe. stay tuned and let me know your thoughts <3
part 9: wheeling through the lavender breeze
D-Day; The day arrives bathed in golden sunshine, the town raging with excitement. Itâs the day of the fair, and everyone has poured their hearts into its preparation. By noon, vendors are bustling about, arranging their stalls and testing their games, while colorful streamers flutter in the gentle breeze.
The aroma of freshly baked goods mingles with the faint tang of fried treats, filling the air with a sense of nostalgia and anticipation.
As the clock strikes four, the fair officially begins. Crowds gather, filling the once-quiet town square with laughter, chatter, and the occasional shriek of joy from children trying their luck at the game stands. Everything has fallen into place, every detail, every decoration, every event like pieces of a perfect puzzle.
You and your friends are a bundle of energy as you dive headfirst into the fair's festivities. Namjoon, ever the intellectual, lingers at the trivia booth, determined to win a stuffed panda for Juwon, who laughs at his serious expressions. âJoonie, itâs just a plush toy, not a Nobel Prize." she teases, earning a playful glare from him.
Meanwhile, Seokjin and Taehyung are at the dart stand, where Jin, with his trademark overconfidence, declares heâll hit the bullseye. âWatch and learn, peasants.â he smirks, only for the dart to land embarrassingly off-target. Taehyung howls with laughter, clutching his stomach. âHyung you're a true champion!â he snorts.
Sunjae drags you towards the ring toss game, and as you toss rings together, he nudges you playfully. âBet you canât beat me.â he says. You smirk, your competitive streak kicking in.
By the end of it, youâre both laughing uncontrollably, arms weighed down with the silly prizes youâve just won, ranging from keychains to plastic crowns and a plush cat that you canât resist keeping for yourself.
The group jumps from stall to stall, savoring churros dipped in chocolate and slurping down colorful shaved ice. Itâs a day of simple joy and happiness, only made brighter by the presence of your closest friends.
On the other side of the fair, Jungkook wanders with his group of friends. Yoongi strolls at an unhurried pace, a relaxed smile gracing his face. His hands rest comfortably in his pockets as he takes in the vibrant atmosphere, a quiet sense of pride swelling within him for the part he played in bringing this fair into life.
Hoseok, in contrast, is a ball of energy, dragging Jungkook to a basketball hoop game. âCome on, man, show them what youâve got!!!â he cheers as Jungkook effortlessly lands shot after shot, earning himself a stuffed bunny prize that Hoseok is quick to keep for himself.
Jimin, ever the charmer, flirts his way to extra turns at the candy claw machine, much to the amusement of the group. âWatch and learn, Jungkook.â Jimin quips as he retrieves yet another lollipop.
Despite the company of his friends, Jungkookâs thoughts keep drifting back to you. His sharp eyes scan the crowd, catching glimpses of your laughter, your playful antics, and the way the sunlight dances across your features. Youâre radiant, your joy infectious, and it tugs at something deep inside him.
Last nightâs moment in the storeroom replays in his mind like a never ending loop... the way your breath hitched, the warmth of your skin under his fingertips, the soft whisper of his name. He had been so close, so achingly close to pulling you in and just kissing you. The memory burns, and he clenches his jaw, frustrated by the distance now separating you.
His gaze finds you again, this time at a food stall. Youâre sipping lemonade, your lips quirking up into a grin as Sunjae says something to make you laugh. Jungkookâs chest tightens. He doesnât know how to explain it, but seeing you like this... happy, glowing, and so effortlessly beautiful makes him fall harder, faster, deeper.
He knows he should focus on the fair, on his friends, but every fiber of his being wants to be near you. To hear your laugh up close, to feel your touch again. But not yet. Tonight, he tells himself. It has to wait until tonight.
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As the clock nears six, the fair transforms into something out of a storybook. Fairy lights strung along the trees flicker to life, casting a soft golden glow. Lanterns sway gently in the breeze, their warm hues giving the town square a magical charm.
The sound of childrenâs laughter is joined by the distant strumming of guitars, signaling the start of the evening performances.
You pause for a moment, your gaze sweeping across the vibrant decorations that adorns the fairgrounds. The floral arrangements, each carefully placed, now seem to glow under the warm lights, accentuating their colors and adding a touch of elegance to the scene.
You feel a wave of pride as you take it all in, your chest swelling at the realization of what you and the rest of the volunteers have accomplished.
Just days ago, this fair felt like a daunting task, a nightmare of to-do lists, late nights, and endless arrangements. Now, itâs a masterpiece. The flowers you chose, the garlands you hung, the small details you agonized over... itâs all come together, creating a space that feels alive and enchanting.
âWow.â you whisper to yourself, unable to suppress the smile spreading across your face. Itâs a moment of quiet triumph, shared silently with the fair itself, as if itâs rewarding your hard work with its newfound beauty.
Eventually, the performances start. The first act is a childrenâs dance group, choreographed by none other than Juwon. She stands at the edge of the stage, practically vibrating with pride as the kids twirl and hop in sync. âLook at them go!â she gushes, clapping enthusiastically.
Taehyung grins, leaning over to Namjoon. âJuwonâs going to be the next big choreographer. Mark my words.â
âAlready calling it.â Seokjin agrees, stealing popcorn from your bag. âHey!â you protest, slapping his hand away. Finally, the children finish their routine to a roaring applause. Juwon beams, her eyes shining with happiness as the kids take their bows.
//
The night deepens, and the concert begins. The stage is bathed in soft, ethereal light as a local band plays slow, romantic tunes. The crowd sways gently, hands raised, their movements in sync with the music. Itâs a moment of collective peace, an almost perfect ending to a bustling day.
Amid the sea of people, your eyes meet Jungkookâs again. He stands at the edge of the crowd, his dark hair falling across his forehead, his expression unreadable. But his eyes... those pretty eyes... theyâre locked on you, burning with an intensity that makes your breath hitch.
Your heart races as you try to focus on the music, but your thoughts betray you. Last nightâs moment in the storeroom, the lingering looks throughout the day, the way your body aches to be near him... it all bubbles to the surface.
Do you feel something for him? Of course, you do. But is it fleeting, or is it something deeper? As the music swells, so does the turmoil in your heart. Your gaze flickers back to him, and for a moment, everything else fades... the crowd, the music, the fair. Itâs just you and him, two souls pulled together by an invisible string.
But tonight isnât over yet. You push the thoughts aside, silently promising yourself youâll confront them soon. For now, you let the music guide you, your heart beating in time with the melody and, perhaps, with his.
As the concert ends and applause fills the air, an announcement crackles through the speakers, inviting everyone to the open field just beyond the fairgrounds for the final event of the night: stargazing. The crowd buzzes with excitement, parents tugging their children along, couples holding hands, and friends chattering eagerly as they make their way towards the dimly lit path leading to the field.
The field stretches wide and open, a canvas of lush grass under a sky that seems impossibly vast. The lights from the fair are distant now, leaving the stars to claim their throne.
Tiny specks of light twinkle against the inky blackness, brighter and more abundant than youâve ever seen. Someone has laid out blankets in a semi-circle for people to sit or lie on, while lanterns placed on the periphery cast a soft, warm glow that doesnât disturb the night sky.
You settle onto one of the blankets with your friends, the chatter among you gradually softening as the beauty of the scene washes over everyone. Taehyung stretches out, resting his hands behind his head. âI could just live here forever.â he murmurs, his voice tinged with awe.
âYeah, but whereâs the Wi-Fi???â Seokjin quips, breaking the reverent silence. Laughter ripples through your group, light and easy, before quieting again as you all gaze upward.
Not far from you, Jungkook sits on the grass with his friends. Yoongi, as usual, seems perfectly content to enjoy the moment in silence, while Hoseok chatters about the stars and how he used to imagine himself as an astronaut. Jimin teases him endlessly, saying, âYeah, Hobi, youâd make a great astronaut, especially with your fear of heights.â
Jungkook chuckles at their antics, but his focus is elsewhere. His dark eyes keep drifting back to you. Youâre lying on the blanket, your head tilted towards+ the heavens, your profile illuminated by the faint glow of the lanterns.
His heart feels heavy and light all at once. He watches the way your lips part slightly in awe, the way your fingers absentmindedly brush a strand of hair from your face, the way the stars seem to reflect in your eyes. Itâs as if the universe has conspired to make this moment just for you, and heâs lucky enough to witness it.
He thinks about the storeroom incident again... the way your lips felt against his cheek, the way your voice trembled slightly when you told him to wait five minutes. He remembers the panic in your eyes, followed by that fleeting kiss, and something inside him stirs. Last night was the beginning of something, heâs sure of it.
And yet, he knows this isnât the moment to bridge the distance. He has to wait, as much as it pains him. But the night feels infinite, and in its quiet magic, he allows himself to hope.
As the stargazing continues, some of the organizers hand out tiny glass jars with glowing fairy lights inside, a gift for everyone to take home. Children gasp and squeal in delight, running around the field with their jars, pretending to catch fireflies. You canât help but smile at their joy, hugging your own jar close as the warmth of the moment fills your chest.
//
Eventually, the night of the fair slowly winds down, the music softens, and the once-bustling crowd begins to thin. The fairy lights still twinkle above, casting a dreamy glow over the remnants of the evening's magic. You find yourself walking back towards your shop, the sounds of the fair fading into the background.
Stepping inside, you make your way to the counter, rifling through your bag to ensure youâve gathered all your belongings. You spot the plastic crown you won earlier in one of the fair games, its shiny surface catching the light, and try to fit it neatly into your bag. A quiet knock on the glass door pulls you from your task.
Startled, you glance up and freeze. Itâs Jungkook. He stands still just outside, his hands in his pockets, a gentle smile playing on his lips. His eyes meet yours, full of warmth and a hint of something unspoken, and instantly, your cheeks burn, your heart skipping a beat.
You fold almost immediately, unable to suppress the shy grin that spreads across your face. Slowly, you move towards the door, your gaze locked with his, as if tethered by some invisible force. When you open it, the barrier between you disappears, leaving the two of you face-to-face under the quiet night sky.
âJungkookâŠâ you greet softly. The weight of unspoken words lingers in the air, but you push it aside for now. All that matters is the present moment, standing here with him. âLong night, huh?â he says casually, his voice light, though his eyes hold a depth you canât quite decipher. He's still in the same spot, his feet glued to the entrance outside your shop.
âYeah⊠the fair. Itâs finally over.â you breathe out, glancing behind him, over his shoulders towards the quieting square. âIt was... magical.â you add, a soft smile tugging at your lips.
When you look back at him, you notice the way heâs staring at you, the hint of a smirk curling one corner of his lips. âThe fair is over⊠but the night...â his voice trails as he continues. âthe night is still young.â
You tilt your head in confusion, but curiosity flickers in your chest. He reaches out his hand, palm up, the silent invitation clear. âCome with me?â he asks, his voice gentle but firm, his eyes glimmering with a playful tease. A laugh escapes you but you still find yourself placing your hand in his. âCome with you? Where?â
âYouâll see...â he replies simply, his smirk deepening into a full smile, the kind that sends your heart fluttering.
With no hesitation, you trust him. After switching off the lights in your store and locking the door, you follow him into the night, your hand still securely in his. The fair may be over, but something tells you the nightâs magic is far from done.
Jungkook leads you to his bike, parked right outside his shop. Two helmets rest on the seat, a small detail that sparks both curiosity and excitement. Gently, he lets go of your hand, picking up one of the helmets and holding it out to you.
âWear this.â he says simply, his tone soft but firm.
You take it from his hands, your fingers brushing against his for a fleeting moment. Despite holding the helmet, you remain rooted to the spot, your gaze fixed on him as he fixes the helmet over his head, still trying to process what was happening.
He notices your hesitation and chuckles lightly. âCome on, just trust me." he says, stepping closer. Before you can react, he takes the helmet from your hands and carefully places it over your head.
His hands work with a gentle precision as he adjusts the fit, his fingers brushing your jawline while he clips the buckle below your chin. The proximity makes your heart race, and you try to steady your breath as he steps back, admiring hoe adorable you look.
âWeâre taking your bike?â you question the obvious, the confusion and curiosity evident in your voice. He nods, his lips curving into an almost teasing smile as he swings his leg over the bike, taking a seat.
âMhm.â he hums, settling in and gripping the handlebars with ease. Turning his head slightly, he flashes you a cheeky grin. âHop on. Weâre going for a ride.â
For a moment, you hesitate, glancing between him and the bike. But the glimmer in his eyes and the excitement in his voice are contagious. You know youâre about to step into the unknown, and yet, you canât bring yourself to say no. With a deep breath, you take a step forward, ready to join him on this spontaneous adventure.
Youâre wearing a long, sleeveless flowy summer dress, its fabric brushing gently against your legs, paired with a loose-knit sweater that drapes carelessly over one of your shoulders. The thin strap of your dress peeks out from under the sweater, the slight exposure making you self-conscious for a fleeting moment. You adjust it nervously as you prepare to climb onto Jungkook's bike.
Sitting behind him isnât easy, especially in a dress, but you manage to settle yourself carefully, your knees tucked close and your hands unsure of where to rest. The bike rumbles softly beneath you, and you feel the cool evening breeze starting to sweep through your hair.
âHold onto me.â Jungkook says, his voice calm yet firm, as he looks back over his shoulder.
You tentatively reach out, your fingers grazing his sides before resting lightly on his torso. The hesitation in your touch makes Jungkook chuckle softly, the sound low and warm. âCome on.â he teases, his grin audible in his voice. âYouâre not gonna fall off, but you might if youâre this shy about it.â
Before you can respond, he reaches back, his strong hand wrapping around your wrist as he pulls your arm forward. The sudden motion causes you to gasp softly, and you find yourself pressed against his back, your arms now circling his torso completely.
âYou gotta hold on tight.â he says, his voice softer now but laced with amusement. The warmth of his body seeps through his leather jacket and your sweater, and you canât help but feel the strength and steadiness beneath your palms, through the thin material of his t-shirt that peaks between the zipper of his jacket.
Your cheeks burn, but you comply, gripping him a little firmer. Jungkook revs the bike, the vibrations sending a thrill through you as the realization hits... this moment, this closeness, itâs real.
âBetter.â he murmurs, as if reassuring you both. Then, with a slight tilt of his head and a quick glance back, he says, âReady?â
You nod, even though he canât see it, your heart pounding against your ribcage. With a flick of his wrist, the bike roars to life, and the world around you blurs as the two of you take off into the night.
The ride is sensational. Jungkook zooms past the dimly lit streets, the glowing storefronts and scattered streetlights blending into streaks of color. The rumble of the engine vibrates through your whole body, and the cool night air brushes past your skin with a ferocity that sends your adrenaline skyrocketing.
You clutch onto Jungkook tighter as the wind whips through your hair, the speed thrilling and a little terrifying at the same time. Yet, instead of fear, an exhilarating sense of freedom takes over. Itâs as if the world around you has melted away, leaving only the pulse of the bike beneath you, the blur of the road ahead, and the warmth of Jungkookâs body against yours.
When he speeds up, you canât help the breathless laugh that escapes your lips, the sheer rush making you feel alive in a way youâve never experienced before. You tilt your head back slightly, letting the breeze carry your laughter as if it could echo through the night.
The road soon opens up onto an empty bridge, the lights from the railing casting faint glimmers onto the endless stretch of the road. With no other vehicles in sight, it feels like the entire world belongs to the two of you. The vast sky above, dotted with stars, mirrors the open road below.
âHaving fun?â Jungkookâs voice cuts through the wind, deep and playful, somehow carrying over the roaring engine and rushing air. You donât answer right away. Instead, a grin breaks across your face, and without thinking, you throw your head back and scream. âWooooooo!â
Your joyous cry echoes through the empty bridge, wild and untamed. Jungkook glances back for a second, his laugh joining yours, a genuine sound of delight and appreciation. He loves this moment... your carefree energy, your laughter, the way youâre soaking it all in.
âYouâre something else.â he mutters to himself, the words swallowed by the wind, though the warmth in his tone lingers. Time seems to stretch and blur, the ride feeling both endless and fleeting. The stars above seem brighter now, the night unfolding into something magical as Jungkook continues to glide across the open road.
But just as you think the ride might never end, the bike begins to slow down. The engineâs roar softens to a hum, and the rush of the wind eases, letting the sounds of the night seep back in... the gentle chirp of crickets and the faint crashing of waves.
You look up, your surroundings coming into sharper focus. On the right, the vast expanse of the ocean unfolds before you, the moonlight dancing on its surface. Your breath catches as you realize where heâs brought you. The beach.
Jungkook pulls over to the side of the road, cutting the engine. The sudden quiet feels almost deafening, except for the rhythmic lull of the waves crashing against the shore.
âSurprise.â he says softly, glancing back at you with a small smile. His helmetâs visor is up, and you can see the glimmer in his eyes.
For a moment, youâre speechless as you still hold onto him, the beauty of the scene stealing your words. The vast ocean stretches endlessly before you, and the night feels alive with some kind of possibility.
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âsurpise!âÂ
the burst of familiar voices around you fills the space as jungkook gently pulls his hands away from your eyes.
the world comes into focus, and youâre met with a room full of smiling faces, balloons, and twinkling lights decorating the penthouse.Â
your heart races as you take it all inâyour parents and jungkookâs on the side with zion and zia in their arms, the guys with their playful grins, and even nam joon, who stands with a friendly nod.
âwhatâs all this?â you gasp, your voice a mix of disbelief and delight.
jungkook steps beside you, his eyes shining with excitement.Â
âhappy birthday, honey!â he grabs your hands, squeezing them as he beams down at you. âi wanted to do something special. weâve got food, games, and your favorite cake⊠well, zionâs.âÂ
you canât help but laugh, feeling overwhelmed by the love in the room.Â
âthis⊠this isâwowâthank you, honey. i love it. i love you,â you say, cupping his face with your hands. you tiptoe and kiss him softly. as you pull away, you smile. âhoney, i canât believe you did all this! i thought we were just having a quiet dinner.â
âquiet is overrated,â he teases, guiding you further into the room. âbesides, you deserve to be celebrated. you know what this date means to us⊠to me.â
you canât help but look at him with a soft smile.
itâs the way he always knows just what to say to make you feel seen and cherished. his words and actions fill you with warmth. itâs moments like these where youâre reminded that you truly chose the right person to love.Â
jungkookâs sincerity is so raw and so real.Â
this day, this celebrationâitâs not just about the party or the cake, but about the life youâve built together.Â
itâs a celebration of the family youâve become.Â
together.Â
as he catches your gaze, the quiet tenderness in his eyes speaks volumes, and in that moment, everything else fades.Â
âdonâtââ he starts, âwe can cry about this later together. right now, enjoy the party.â
you muster a smile and nod at him.Â
as you take a few steps forward, the sound of ziaâs laughter catches your ear. you turn to see her in your motherâs arms, giggling with delight at the colorful decorations. you greet your parents warmly, receiving a kiss on your cheek from both of them.
âzion!â you call out, spotting your little boy running toward you, his face lighting up with joy. âyou look so cute, my love! look at your little bow tieââ
zion rushes to you, wrapping his tiny arms around your legs.Â
âhappy birthday, mommy! am i handsome like daddy?â he blushes, looking up at you with innocent pride.
you look at jungkook, eyes wide and filled with admiration. then, you look back at zion with the same expression. kneeling down, you fix zionâs bow tie before attacking him with kisses.Â
âyes, my love,â you tell zion. âso handsome. just like daddy.â
jungkook stands behind you, watching the scene with a fond smile.
âhandsome like his daddy? maybe our father-son relationship has hope after all.âÂ
you hit his stomach with the back of your hand as you get up. he chuckles and ruffles zionâs hair, urging him to go to his grandpa.Â
as you straighten up, you take a moment to gaze around the room, your heart swelling with gratitude.Â
the penthouse is filled with the soft scent of flowers. their vibrant colors scattered across the spaceâroses, peonies, and hydrangeas in sleek vases add life to every corner. not to mention the birthday decorations are thoughtfully placed: silver streamers drape across the ceiling, and a "happy birthday" banner hangs delicately over the living room. a champagne tower sits elegantly on one side, glistening glasses stacked high, ready to be poured.
a few catering staff move quietly through the space, offering appetizers on silver trays, their soft footsteps blending into the background. the open kitchen reveals the omakase chef, expertly preparing food with graceful precision. jimin, taehyung, and hobi are sitting patiently on the other side of the kitchen island for the chef to get started. yoongi and his girlfriend are on the sidelines, watching and whispering in each others ear. meanwhile, jin and nam joon are talking to one another.Â
everything is perfect.Â
the warm, inviting ambiance makes the penthouse feel like the perfect mix of cozy luxuryâeverything perfectly curated yet relaxed, just like the man behind it all.
âhoney, youâve outdone yourself,â you say to jungkook, feeling giddy with appreciation. âthe place is stunning. this is all so amazing. did you hire a party planner?â
he shakes his head and winces at you.Â
âhave you no faith in your visual director in advertisement husband?â jungkook scolds you. âgod, itâs like i have to teach you a lesson or somethingâoh. hey, nam joon.â
just then, nam joon approaches, a slight smile on his face.Â
âhey,â he acknowledges jungkook.
âthanks for coming,â jungkook offers him a lazy smile.Â
âwouldnât miss it for the world.â
âyou could though,â jungkook tightens his lips. âparty wouldâve been fine with or without you.âÂ
you hiss at him.Â
nam joon laughs, taking jungkookâs tone lightly. soon, jungkook breaks character and laughs along. he then kisses your cheek and excuses himself so you and nam joon could talk. as jungkook joins the crowd, you open your arms and give nam joon a friendly hug.Â
âthanks for coming! i know the firm can get busy this time of yearââ
âwould be much more manageable if you signed for partner,â he remarks casually, causing your expression to shift slightly.Â
âtiming was off,â you breathe. âyou know that.â
âi know it,â he nods. âare you thinking of starting your own firm?âÂ
you shake your head, followed by a small smile. âno... jungkook has been talking about starting his own company and i feel like that will be a better focus for us... don't get me wrong; i love being a lawyer... but things got intense and mentally so draining so fast. it took a lot from me⊠from my family. truth be told, i miss it⊠all of it. court, the cases, the peopleâbut iâm also a little afraid. i donât want to drown in my work life like that again. so⊠i guess iâm mustering up the courage⊠and zia is almost one! i canât⊠not be here for these kinds of things.âÂ
nam joon understands you.
he looks at you softly, respecting everything you said. out of everyone, he probably knows you the best when it comes to your career. you have worked extremely hard to be where you are now⊠he doesnât want to see it go to waste.Â
which is why he makes a pitch.Â
âwould you ever be interested in teaching law?âÂ
you blink.Â
âi have connections to most of the law schools around here⊠i heard there were a few openings too. i can refer you. if you hate it or if you ever decide youâre ready to come back⊠come back and accept the partner position. our firm will wait for you⊠i will wait for you. in return, donât stop doing what you love but donât let it kill you either. you have fought enough and earned your place, ___. you're a good lawyer too. it wouldn't be right for me to stand here and you go.â
âoh my god. y-yes. nam joonââ
âalright. consider this a birthday gift.â he smiles, before patting you on the back. then, he takes out his phone and begins to type. âiâll email a few of my connections right now just so itâs like a real present. happy birthday, ___.â
before you can even thank him, he turns and gets on call with someone.
you sigh.
but you smile.
you're thankful.
with the party in full swing, you weave through the crowd, hugging friends and family, sharing laughter and stories. you take everything in, feeling the warmth of their love. this is where you belong. this is where you are loved.
as the room fills with a soft hum of conversation and laughter, jungkook's arms slip around you, holding you close as you both sway together, grounding you in the comfort of his presence.
"ready to cut the cake?" he murmurs, his voice gentle, but that familiar spark in his eyes still present.
you nod eagerly, feeling a rush of joy from the gathering, from the laughter of your closest friends and family. jungkook then raises his voice to call everyone over. soon, the room fills with smiling faces, and zion giggles as he darts toward you, small arms outstretched. you bend down to scoop him up, his little hands curling around your neck as he snuggles close.
jungkook joins you at your side, holding zia in his embrace, her tiny hands reaching for you as she giggles.
just as everyone is about to sing happy birthday, jungkook clears his throat, drawing everyone's attention.
âbefore we sing and cut the cake,â he begins, his eyes never leaving yours, âi just wanted to say a few words.â
a hush falls over the crowd, and jungkook smiles, taking a deep breath, his gaze filled with something that makes your heart race.
âthank you all for coming. i know keeping this a secret from ___ wasnât easy since sheâs nosyââ
âhey!â you frown, playfully smacking his arm.
âbut we love her,â jungkook pauses, glancing at you with a teasing smile.
the crowd laughs with you.
â... and with that being said, honey, iâm so glad i have the privilege of being your husband. from the life weâve built together, our children, our homeâto our friends and familiesâyou have made every aspect of my life happier, brighter, and fuller. even in our most difficult moments, i have never doubted that you are the one for me. i have chosen you every day, and will spend the rest of my life doing so⊠and you know? i used to be afraid of time. not having enough of it to spend with you and our children⊠but not so much anymore. every day, you hold my hand, make me laugh, and kiss meâgiving meaning to our forever. so, here⊠right now, i want to say this to you: our time is forever. ___, if it takes bending every rule, making new ones, or breaking every piece of time itselfâfor me to be the one you love in every lifetimeâthen iâd do it.â
his voice is strong, clear, yet filled with a gentleness that brings a lump to your throat. âi have seen the way you love and i have felt it every day in every possible way. i feel it in our success and in our losses. god, am i ever so blessed to feel it. ___, i love you, always. you are my divine. my everlasting love. my heart in every lifetime... and iâtruly, madly, deeplyâi am yours forever.â
the world falls away, leaving only jungkookâs words hanging in the air.
theyâre rich with love and promise. you feel zionâs small weight in your arms, his head resting against your shoulder, a gentle reminder of everything you and jungkook have created together.
your eyes blur as the room and faces around you seem to melt into a soft haze. thereâs only jungkookâs gazeâkind, loving, forever.
a shaky breath escapes your lips as you look at him, your heart swelling with a love so deep it feels almost impossible to contain.
zion shifts in your arms, sensing the emotion in the room. his little fingers reach up to pat your cheek, grounding you. you press a kiss to the top of his head, gathering yourself, your voice catching as you try to find the words to answer jungkookâs confession.
you give a small, breathless laugh, holding zion closer as you look at the man who is both your beginning and your forever.
âjungkook,â you manage, your voice thick, barely more than a whisper. âhow do i even⊠how do i follow that?â
the room chuckles softly, a few sniffles heard from the crowd, but you barely notice as you take a step closer to jungkook. his gaze pulls you in, that warmth surrounding you.
âiâll start off by saying⊠everyone knows jungkookâs guilty pleasure is twilight, right?â
a few gasps are heard, and jungkookâs eyes widen in mock horror.
âhoneyââ
âso iâll say this: for every second, every memory, every joy, and every heartache⊠i choose you too⊠because, honey, no measure of time with you will ever be long enough, but weâll start with forever.â
jungkook chuckles, a deep blush spreading across his cheeks. itâs a mix of embarrassment and unmistakable affection lighting up his face. even though heâs trying to fight it, you can see that your words have touched him, and it makes you smile.
your voice wavers, and you pause, catching his gaze one last time. âand i believe in that forever of oursâmore than i ever believed in anything.â
as the last words leave your lips, you see the pink flush deepen across jungkookâs cheeks. the surprise in his eyes melts into that soft, adoring smileâthe one reserved just for you. the room is silent for a beat, as if everyone is letting the moment settle in, before they break into applause, a few playful whistles cutting through the warm atmosphere.
then hobi calls out, âlight your candles and blow them out! zionâs drooling already!â
laughter erupts, and you find yourself laughing too, the joy of the moment infectious.
holding zion close, you turn to the cake, the soft glow of the candles flickering across your face. jungkook lights them for you, and for a brief second, you close your eyes, making a wish. the room hums as everyone sings you happy birthday.
with a gentle breath, you blow out the candles, and the room erupts into cheers and applause. voices ring with love and laughter. zion giggles in your arms, clapping his small hands in excitement, his face beaming with pride as he looks up at you. you kiss his cheek, smiling through your own laughter.
jungkook leans over, slipping his arm around your waist, and presses a tender kiss to your temple.
âwhatâd you wish for, mama?â he asks softly, his voice low and full of warmth.
âoh⊠you know,â you sigh, leaning into his embrace. âforever.â
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How To Make Him Cum 101: Youâll love each other in sickness and health, hungover or hangry, sexless or⊠well, itâs becoming a little harder for the pants to stay on despite the calls of âletâs take this slowâ on the first date. https://mimithings97.tumblr.com/post/189072265733/how-to-make-him-cum-101-m
Wine & Cheese Nights: Kicking back and relaxing to the sweet sweet burn of red wine and the even harsher sting of soft touches from your boyfriend, spells for cheesy conversation and great sex. https://mimithings97.tumblr.com/post/189081951388/wine-and-cheese-nights-m
Thirteen Rounds: JK's boxing coach tells him he can't come for four weeks before his title fight. Ah, four weeks isn't that long, right? ... Right? https://www.tumblr.com/moni-logues/707976218275889152/ thirteen-rounds?source=share
Across A Crowded Room: Dissatisfied and uncomfortable at a party where you donât belong, in a country where you feel like you donât belong, you see a man looking at you from across the room. Maybe heâs what youâve been missing. https://moni-logues.tumblr.com/post/729185822501371904/across-a-crowded-room Up All Night: Youâve moved into a nice, new apartment but thereâs just one problem: your noisy neighbour with the voice of an angel who insists on doing karaoke in the small hours. You decide itâs about time to tell him off and get a whole lot more than you bargained for. https://moni-logues.tumblr.com/post/708080075543805952/up-all-night Sweet Dreams: Youâve been working (and flirting) with Jungkook for months now, waiting for him to make a move. When he does, itâs not the move either of you expected but it opens the door for you both to get exactly what you want. https://moni-logues.tumblr.com/post/707272336755277824/sweet-dreams
Admiring From Afar: You owed a friend a favor, a favor which entailed a blind date. But the catch, it was only blind on your side. https://www.tumblr.com/jeonsalibi
The Curious Lifespan Of Migrating Monarchs: Streamer JK x oc. Strangers to lovers au. https://www.wattpad.com/1418357364-the-curious-lifespan-of-migrating-monarchs-seven
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â short story â
â°â đâą pairing: jungkook x black!reader
â°â đâą genre: streamer!jungkook x black!reader, strangers to friends/friends to lovers, lots of fluff, smut.
â°â đâą warn!ngs: nothing much; jungkook and reader does banter, reader slaps jungkook (permission granted), unprotected sex, pulling out, slight masochism (no prep), dry humping, etc. [let me know if thereâs more]
â°â đâą summary: you and one of the most watched streamers, jeon jungkook cross paths on a random sunday afternoon. oddly, the two of you become a hot topic over nightâ landing you in south korea with the spunky streamer for a round two.
â°â đâą word count: 11,877 words
â°â đâą authorâs note: this took soooo long to write!! i havenât reread or edited anything so if there are any misspellings or grammatical mistakes, just know i havenât checked everything over yet. iâm just so happy to be done and i hope you all enjoy it!
You breathe in the fresh air as you walk one of the various paths of the humongous park. Randomly deciding that you needed to get out of your crammed apartment, youâve made your way to central park. The sun shined lucently on your melanin skinâ looking as if god himself came down to give you a huge kiss on your forehead.
You wear a white puffer vest over your black nike hoodie. The khaki colored cargo pants clings perfectly to your legs. Enhancing your curves just right and in all the right places.
Strutting down the path in your clean white air forces. You flip your butt-length knotless braids behind you to adjust your headphones, furrowing your brows though.
âWhat the fuck is that?â, you think.
This obnoxious voiceâ itâs not even so much the voice, itâs the yelling. So enthusiastic and high pitched, nearly sounding strained.
âYoooo! This shit is lit as hell, I canât lie! If anyone in New York right nowâ dm me, for real. What? Chat stop hatinâ, yall act like yâall ainât ever seen rats before.â
You can hear the voice growing closer despite the Sza song that is blasting in your ears. Nothing pisses you off more than hearing someoneâs voice through your headphones. It simply shouldnât be possibleâ you have good fucking headphone! Expensive as shit!
You decide to ignore it until you see a figure walking beside you in your peripheral view. You look to see what or who it could be and itâs a man. Young man. Fairly long black hairâ hanging fluffy over his undercut, cute nose, bright doe eyes, eyebrow piercing, two silver lip rings accessorizing his thin pink lips.
Hot as hell, if you do say so yourself. And the man seems to be⊠talking to you. Pausing the song that blasts into your ears to hear him, your feet halts to respond.
âWhat?â You curiously ask. The taller man seems to find your response quite hilarious. Laughing, his smile catches your eye. He has a really nice smile. But thatâs not exactly the point right now.
âI said, are you taking applications?â He repeats. If you thought you were confused before, you might as well be underneath a google search for oblivion. Because what is he talking about. âIâm sorry, applications? Iâm not sure Iâm understanding you correctly.â You stammer on your words and then your eyes widen when the man takes a step closer to you. Not too close, but just enough to get a whiff of his cozy-like scent. His demeanorâ the look in his eyes is seductive. It intrigues you but also at the same time makes you want to run for your life.
âApplication for free feet massages.â He says with this low voice as if heâs spitting the most legendary game at you. He absolutely is not. Evident on your face as you scrunch it up in disgust.
Before you can even curse him out he bursts into a fit of laughter. Thatâs when you notice the huge light extension connected on the top of his phone. Then the buff man standing close behind him, holding the biggest camera youâve ever seen. You shouldâve known.
âIâm fucking with you,â he says. âIâm streaming right nowââ He turns to point at the camera. âChat told me to come talk to you.â You awkwardly nod, knowing that youâre being recorded right now. âI can see that.â
âSorry if I made you uncomfortable.â You simply nod your head, continuing your way down the path. Youâve always seen different youtube videos of youtubers or different streamers approaching people on the streets. Youâve never really imagined someone approaching you like that. Itâs entertaining to watchâ you agree, but admittedly itâs quite awkward being caught off guard.
Still, you can hear the man talking behind you. Assumably to the âchatâ.
âChill yall. Iâm not gonna do that.â He tries to speak lowly, replying to the people who wish him to approach you again. âIâm gonna look like a fucking freak.â He cards his hand through his hair. It did not help that he wasted his moment to shoot his shot, too busy trolling. To be fair he panicked once he got a better look at you. Youâre stunning. He knew he fumbled once you started talking to him. The chat was simply telling him to recover the trophy. The trophy being you.
âHey,â you hear the familiar voice again. Fighting to not roll your eyes. He jogs toward you and you stop walking once again. This time, youâre a bit frustrated. You snatch your headphones off of your head. âIf youâre gonna stand here and ask me some dumb shit againââ
âNo, no that was my fault.â He raises his hands in defense. âI really wanted to ask for your social. Youâre really pretty, just wanted to talk to you.â He calmly says, in contrast to the obnoxious high energy voice he used previously. Youâre not buying it though. This has to be another prank.
âListen, I donât know what prank youâre pulling for your stream but I just wanna be on my way.â You can see the panic behind his eyes as you speak. He doesnât make it too apparent but itâs there. He canât fumbleâ he wonât fumble!
âI promise Iâm not pulling any prank on you. Look!â He extends his hand to show you his phone. It seems to be some sort of monitoring set up for his stream and in the corner is the live chat box. You read as the thousands of comments that quickly scrolls by. Comments saying, ânot a prankâ, âL rizzâ, âshe bad as hellâ, âhe donât know what to do with allatâ. You decide that youâve seen enough.
Enough to know heâs being honest. For the most part⊠you guess.
âOkay.â You shrug in defeat, not really knowing where to go from here. âIf youâre not cool with sharing your social can I at least get you something to eat?â He asks and struggle to not show your immediate interest. Youâre hungry as hell and free food is the best. Especially when a greek god is offering to pay for it. So of course the answer is yes. But you donât forget to play a little hard to get. Guys love the chase.
âMm, I donât know.â You try to sound highly unsure. His eyes are practically pleading with you to say yes. Probably so you wonât embarrass him in front of his viewers. âYouâre not gonna kidnap me, right?â
At that moment, he smiles again. A smile of relief. âNaw, forgot to bring my van with meâ youâre good.â
The two of youâ plus the unreasonably large cameraman walk a good amount of distance to reach the nearest taco bar. Reckoning that walking would be safer after the little van joke, you both talked the whole walk there.
Learning that his name is Jungkook, born in Korea, studied in New York at a young age before moving back to Korea. He fell into the streaming lifestyle after gaming for a few years. It seems that a lot of his viewers are active in the US. And ironically, this is his first time being in New York since he moved back to Korea. This also just so happens to be his last day here, catching a flight back home tonight.
It being just a weird little coincidence that the two of you met. Once seated at the restaurantâs table you can Jungkook continue getting to know one another. The fact that the camera is still recording the conversation is completely disregarded by you and Jungkook.
âTell me more about yourself, though. Like what do you doâ other than take random walks at central park?â He asks, completely invested in your life. You let out a nervous laugh as you try to put your situation into words.
âUmm, well at the moment Iâm going to school and working.â You say but Jungkook wants to know more. Not just the surface level stuff. âOkay, going to school for what?â He asks curiously, his doe eyes wide and peering deeply into yours. You have to break eye contact, afraid of getting lost into the dark irises.
âCosmetologyâ trade school. I do that part-time and work full-time.â Jungkookâs eyebrows raise at your presumably active schedule, whispering a âwowâ. You nod your head. âItâs a lot but I have a lot of plans and I already feel that Iâm behind so⊠stress now and itâll pay off later.â You shrug nonchalantly before taking a sip of your strawberry lemonade the waitress had just brought to your table.
âWhat plans, exactly?â You furrow you eyebrows, a little smile forming on your face. âYou sure do have a lot of questions.â
âGuilty,â he returns the smile. âBut really, Iâm interested. Here I am thinking youâre the lucky one. Iâm not sure how the hell I caught you on an off day.â He says and you canât help but feel warm and fuzzy in the inside. Jungkook is an amazing listener and you have yet to really elaborate on your future plans to anyone elseâ fearing to feel like a bother or hear any discouraging comments. You find yourself growing a bit excited to talk about your dreams. The dreams you work hard to achieve everyday.
âI want to open my own salon.â There goes that breathtaking smile again. âThatâs incredible, really!?â You nod your head slightly, an odd feeling of shyness washes over you. âYeah um, I spent two years in college after high school majoring in business. I knew from a young age that working for someone else wasnât a feeling I enjoyed. However, I still didnât know what I wanted to do.â Jungkook rests his chin on his palm, willing to listen to you talk all day.
âAfter I received my associates degree, someone recommended me to try out cosmetology school. I was doing hair alreadyâ only friends and family. So I ended up going and I actually really enjoy it. So,â You scratch your arm to try to distract the mean and discouraging voices in your head telling you to not say anything about your plan in case things fall through. Jungkook nods his head for you to continue, anticipating to hear more about your story.
âSo Iâ uh began planning. Like opening my own salon and stuff. Saving my money up. Tapping into other things like nails and makeup, stuff like that.â You say rather awkwardly and unconfident. Jungkook canât help but notice. âDonât try to water it down. Itâs your plansâ your dreams. Stand proud on that shit.â He says making you giggle. Encouraging nonetheless; despite the uproarious way he put it.
âOkay okay,â you sigh. âI want to open a huge salon. Where people can come and get their hair done, nails, makeup, a spa, masseusesâ all that. The ultimate feel good, self care spot. With a beauty supply store inside of the salon.â You continue adding on, listing off all of your ideas on your freshly manicured fingers and Jungkook smile grows as you do. His energy easily rubs off on you.
âYo, thatâs lit as fuck! So I can go get my hair done and then go buy products at the same place?!â He indulges into your plans and you nod, laughing at his candid excitement. âOr better yet, after I get my hair doneâ I can go and get a massage.â You hold your hands over your face to hide the overwhelming feeling of happiness. Somehow, the guy has figured out how to make you feel absolutely on top of the world.
To your surprise, youâre actually enjoying his unexpected company. More than enjoying it, you can practically drown yourself in the amount of entertainment youâre receiving. You seriously havenât had this much fun in your spare time in so long.
All of your friends are introverted homebodies. As an ambivert, your mood is based solely on your companysâ. And Jungkook is a natural extroverted, outgoing individual. You canât help feeling high energy when around him. You gracefully indulge in his presence. Him and the nachos that youâre aggressively shoving down your throat.
âDamn little lady, you sure know howââ
âDonât even finish that fucking quote.â You playfully glare at him across the table, your words muttered together due to the food stuffed inside your jaws. Obediently, he shuts the fuck up. âThis is actually really good. I need to come here more often.â You comment once you finish chewing. Jungkook perks up.
âLemme try some!â He says, all too excited. âMy nachos?â He nods his head and you hum in agreement. When picking up a nachoâ making sure to get the necessary ingredients on top of it, you extend your arm for Jungkook to grab it.
Instead, he opens his mouth wide, indicating the want of you to put it in his mouth. You nearly flinched. âI am not hand feeding you these fucking nachos, Jungkook.â You state and he pouts. Itâs the cutest thing ever but youâre being recorded so you must focus!
âWhy?â Still pouting, his eyebrows creased.
âBecauseâŠâ You turn your head to look at the camera that stood up on the table right beside yours and Jungkookâs. His camera man sitting at the same table, chowing down on his burrito. That seems to be a clear answer for Jungkook.
âDonât worry about the cameraâ it doesnât matter.â He fans his hand, insisting for you to feed him your nachos. You look down at his phoneâ
âTheyâre saying youâre a munch.â His pout falls in to a stank face as he snatches his phone off of the table to look at the chat. He scoffs. âYâall are literally D1 haters!â He continues arguing with the chat as you let out little giggles at some of the comments that were made.
âFuck them, can you just feed me the nacho.â He says in defeat. A mischievous smile rests on your face. âSay please.â You demand and Jungkook rolls his eyes but of course, obedient as always. âPlease!â He sings, you couldnât help but laugh. Nodding your head you feed him the nachos and he moans in satisfaction. That did a little something to your insides.
A smudge of sour cream is left on the corner of his lip, his tongue failing to lick it off. Mindlessly, you reach to wipe it off with your finger. Jungkookâs eyes widen a bit at the action and his cheeks turns a faint pink. Again, you laugh. Something you seem to be doing a lot of. âAwe, are you blushing?â You tease and his expression immediately goes nonchalant. âNo, it was just unexpected.â You couldnât help it though. You have the upper hand. âPoor Kookie canât handle the rizzler.â You joke and he laughs. Revealing that toothy smile you adore.
âYouâre not funny.â
âI really am though. Iâm gonna take over your whole career one day. They call me the career snatcher.â You joke, putting on a feigned smug smile. Only to continue seeing that smile and hear the sound of his quite crazy high pitched laughter a little longer.
âAbsolutely no one calls you that.â He says in between laughter.
âWanna bet?â He shakes his head before pulling out his wallet, grabbing some cash to pay for the bill. âNope, I wanna go somewhere fun.â
You watch as he tips the waitress, handing her a hefty 50 bucks. The waitress smiles brightly before thanking him and takes hold of your empty plates. His focus turns back to you and he drums his hands on the table. âBe my tour guide.â He says, wanting to spend more time with you. You find his lame excuse of asking you out again funny.
âYouâre not a tourist.â He shrugs. âYou literally lived her for like 7 years.â You add, flipping your braids over your shoulder. â5 years, actually. And that doesnât matter.â He corrects.
You roll your eyes figuring that heâs too stubborn to come out and say he wants to continue hanging out with you. Fortunately for him, youâre not sure you want to leave him just yet either. âWhat do you want to do?â You question and his face lights up. Truly, like a kid whose parent said they can eat ice cream.
âIs there an arcade around here?â
Unlike last time, you allow yourself to catch a ride with Jungkook and his cameraman, Benny. Youâre sure that Jungkook wonât kidnap you and Benny actually seems to be a big softly despite his tough apearance.
Once the three of you enter the famous arcade youâre swamped by nearly a dozen kids. All seeming to be die hard fans of the tall muscled man next to you. His smile as he talks to the kids is so lovable you canât help but to smile yourself as he interacts with them. Giving out hugs and autographs and pictures.
The kids donât hesitate to follow you and Jungkook around the arcade. You couldnât help but feel a bit nervous. Not even fully adjusting to the fact that youâre being recorded and people can see everything you do and say in real time, now there are dozens of peopleâ kids, teenagers, a few adults tagging along.
Jungkook seems to have noticed your change of behavior. He grabs your hand, dragging you along with him. âLetâs play a game, câmon!â He shouts and your heart drops as you feel his hand in yours. The two of you approach a shooting game. Jurassic Park. Youâve played the game multiple times before and youâre actually pretty good at it.
âThis one.â He says, sounding out of breath. You nod as you grab a scrunchie out of your pocket. Jungkook is so hyped he doesnât even notice the action. Boasting himself up to the crowd that surrounds the gaming booth. âYou sure you can keep up, _______? You know Iâm a gamer, right?â He brags on and you put your braids in a ponytail behind you. âJungkook is trash!âSomeone amongst the crowd screams and you donât even try to hide your laughter.
âWhat is the beef?! Yâall hate on me on and offline.â He turns to look at you. âWatch, Iâm about to destroy you,â he says competitively. Youâre not sure if he knows that this is a team game. You two will not be competing against each other, rather against the dinosaurs that are trying to stomp on you.
The crowdsâ laughter tells you that they are aware as well. You shrug your shoulders at them and they tell you not to say anything.
You two settle inside of the booth and you try to not think about the way his thighs rests next to yours. As the game starts up you take off your coat and Jungkook swipes the card.
The countdown starts and you both raise your guns. The cut scene starts and almost immediately the dinosaurs start running to attack you. You began shooting the targets and notice that Jungkookâs shooting is off.
âWhatâ where is your dinosaur?!â You couldnât help but laugh. Shooting the dinosaurs that attempt to attack you and even handling Jungkookâs load of work. You hear some people watching gasping and hyping you up which frustrates Jungkook.
âWhat am I supposed to do?!â He screams and on queue Jungkook dies leaving you in the game alone. You join in with the laughter surrounding the booth and Jungkook sinks into his seat as he watches you shoot all of the dinosaurs.
Eventually you win and turn your focus on Jungkook, who glares at you. You chuckle before mockingly tapping his cheek, grabbing your jacket to get up out of the booth. A few people approach you to give you high-fives and when Jungkook exits everyone makes sure to boo him. If it wasnât for the way youâre cutely smiling back he wouldâve definitely continued his trash talk. Instead, he reluctantly follows you to the next game.
The two of you end up playing almost every single game in the arcade, some fans even come to play alongside you guys.
You and Jungkook are currently picking a song on the dancing machine arcade game. Jungkook is really excited about this gameâ his competitiveness taking over. âWhy do you keep trying to beat me, Kook?â You ask as he carefully scrolls through the song selections, that seemingly are all K-pop songs. âBecause you keep winning! So until I win, I wonât stop trying to beat you.â You burst into a fit of laughter at his childish protest before putting on a feigned pout.
âAwe, heâs passionate.â You slowly rub his back and you can feel his muscles tense underneath your touch. âStop⊠youâre distracting me.â He mumbles, the words only fall onto your ears. You simply giggle finding it cute that you some sort of affect on him. âJust pick a song, itâs really not that serious.â
He groans before picking the next song: Regular by NCT127. You both get into position and the people surround you both, cheering for you. You turn to see Jungkookâs little frown on top of his focused face. You donât know whether to feel bad or swoon over how cute he looks right now.
The two of you start dancing and you come to a conclusion. Jungkook mustâve put this shit on hard mode.
You can barely keep up, nearly tripping over your feet as you try to predict the next dance move. Jungkook seems to be having a hard time as well.
When he notices you getting the hang of it he lets out a loud ânoâ. You scoff before quickly glancing at him. âWhat is this your villain origin storyâ get it together Kook.â He absolutely could not get it together. The big ass shoes heâs sporting didnât help much either. So he resorted to sabotage.
You feel a light shove to your shoulder, knocking you off of the machine. Jungkook laughs when he sees your face. But when you run back on the machine it quickly drops. You hook your foot around his making him fall onto the ground.
Roars of laughter surrounds the two of you as you tussle while attempting to do the dance steps. Jungkook manages to pick you up off of the ground while dancing. You canât even fight it, your body so weak from laughter. When the song ends he put you down and you slap his shoulder. âYou cheated!â Jungkook only laughs at you before the score drops on the screen.
âI won! I fucking wonâ look at you!â He points and laugh at you and you just watch him, completely worn out. âYou happy now?â You say, grabbing your puffer vest, slipping it back over your hoodie. He happily nods.
âI should get going. I have work in the morning.â You purse your lips, feeling disappointed to even say the words. You can tell Jungkook is as well by the way he hesitatingly nods his head and calls for Benny.
âWeâll drop you off at your place.â
Benny pulls into the parking lot of the apartment complex and you make sure you have everything before leaving the car. Jungkook places a hand on your arm and asks for you to say something to the chat before you leave.
âOkay right,â you say to the camera. âThis was a fun little surprise. Jungkookâs really cool even though he canât play games for shit.â He softly nudges your shoulder while innocently looking out the window making you giggle. âIt was really fun meeting some of you today. Keep supporting Jungkook, heâs a really nice person and is just really⊠authentically him.â Jungkook turns to look at you and he believes that he could throw up from the way the butterflies in his stomach are moving. Looking at your pretty brown eyes, your smooth brown skin and those plumped lips that are just so tempting he couldâ
âOkay, Iâm leaving now. Bye!â You wave your hands at the camera before awkwardly leaving the car. Jungkook sits there in panic as he watches you approach the door. Itâs not supposed to end like that, right?
He hurriedly hops out of the car, jogging up behind you. Similar the way he did when he first saw you at the park. You turn your head at the sound of footsteps behind you, surprised to see Jungkook. âWhat are youââ
âIâm walking you to the door.â He says, trying to act nonchalant as if he didnât just sprint out the car after you. âI can walk to the door myself. You know, because Iâve been living here for 3 years now.â You speak sarcastically and Jungkook sighs. âIâm just trying to be a gentleman.â You roll your eyes at yet another one of his lame excuses but decide to not say anything more.
Within seconds you meet the door and Jungkook mentally curses at the fact that it wasnât some long path to get there.
Staring up at the tall raven haired man you wish that he would have just stayed in the car. Because now itâs going to be a lot harder to say goodbye. Because you know that youâre never going to see him again.
âAhmââ you choke as you begin to speak. âI donât know what to say.â Awkwardly rocking on the heels of your shoes. He lets out a chuckle, scratching the back of his neck. âYeah um, same.â You look back at the car and see that you two are in fact not being recorded. âI had a really nice time with you todayâ it was fun.â Jungkook says and you nod. The awkward tension between the two of you makes you want to run inside the building and donât look back.
âYou sure youâre not just saying that?â You reply, teasing him one last time. He scoffs. âWow, even with no cameras you still donât believe me.â
âHard to believe someone who jokingly gives out free foot massagesâ The both of you share a laugh. Jungkook opens his arms wide, indicating his want for a hug. You more than willingly comply, immersing yourself into his warmth. His arms wrap around your body as yours do his. You donât want to move. You donât want him to leave. For some reason, the mere 5 hours spent with him feels like 5 months and you donât know how to say goodbye.
His chin gently rests on top of your head as he gets a whiff of your coconuty aroma. âYou have my number, _______. Donât be scared to use it.â He mutters atop your head and you nod into his chest. âYou have mine too.â You add before reluctantly pulling away.
âIâm gonna go inside now. Text me before you board your flight.â Your voice is low and gloomy, matching Jungkookâs face. You make your way through the door, sending him one more wave before heading up the stairs.
That night you went to sleep in a horrible mood. The weird feeling of missing someone you just met consuming you. You even called off of work just to get one more day to relax.
Never in a million years would you have thought that by the time you wake up tomorrow, youâd be the hot topic all over social media.
Notifications rapidly blare from your phone, waking you upâ something your alarm failed to do. You squint your eyes as the bright light of your phone nearly blinds you. You gasp as you check the time, realizing that youâve slept like a baby for more than half of the day. But blind is what you think you are once you see all of the notifications.
Millions of followers on your social media accounts. Tiktok, Instagram, Twitterâ all of it. Completely flooded with likes, follows and comments and dmâs. You go on Youtube to see you and Jungkook all over your feed.
What surprises you the most is the text messages from Jungkook. You didnât expect him to actually text you after yesterday, assuming that he was just being kind by giving you his phone number. But when you open your message app, you see a thread of messages from him.
jungkook: jus got on the plane. hope ure sleeping well â€ïž 9:47pm
jungkook: is it like weird that i kind of missed u? 9:50pm
jungkook: i asked benny but u know heâs like kinda old and stuff. 9:50pm
jungkook: do feel like that too? like do u miss me? 9:51pm
jungkook: nvm donât answer that shit đ 9:51pm
jungkook: jus get sum rest. 9:52pm
jungkook: omggg i jus landed in taipei and ure like famous!!! wake upppp!!! 1:32pm
You shouldâve braced yourself for the roller coaster you just went through reading his text messages. Nonetheless, you text him back.
you: are you sniffing crack or something? calm down đ§ 1:52pm
jungkook: why r u jus waking up đ€š 1:54pm
you: i called off and overslept. it was rough last night. 1:54pm
jungkook: have u checked any of ur socials?? 1:55pm
jungkook: the stream is like literally EVERYWHERE! 1:55pm
you: yeah iâm looking now. this is actually crazyâ i knew you were popular but fuck! my notifications are flooded đđđ 1:58pm
jungkook: sorry about that âčïž 1:59pm
jungkook: but hey this is all u. i bring ppl on my stream all the time nd this never happens. they jus rlly fuck with u đ€·đ»ââïž 2:00pm
you: i guess⊠2:01pm
you: i donât know what to do now. like what am i supposed to do? 2:01pm
jungkook: nothin u donât wanna do. donât stress over it 2:01pm
jungkook: jus be u 2:01pm
you: thanks kook. 2:02pm
jungkook: no problem đ 2:02pm
you: by the way, i did miss you too. 2:05pm
you: a lot actually, itâs weird. 2:06pm
jungkook: benny says itâs normal 2:07pm
you: lmao bennyâs probably right đ
2:07pm
jungkook: my flight is gonna take off soon. iâll text you when i get home. â€ïž 2:08pm
you: đ 2:08pm
Itâs been two long months since Jungkook left. Needless to say, you havenât taken your mind off of the tall dreamy man since heâs popped up in your life. Partially because the two of you have been texting each other nonstop.
Despite both of your busy schedules, you always find ways to keep in touch. Texting each other constantly, facetiming when youâre both free, occasionally going live together on instagram. And the people loved it. You assumed that after a while the buzz would dwindle but the people are dying for more content.
The attention did more good than harm. You received a lot of attention from the hair you did and people have even dmâed you to do their hair. Itâs really incredible that a mere five hours has changed your life. Your family and friends are so happy for you, begging to meet the one and only Jungkook. The Jungkook who you have grown so close to over the past two months.
Everyday you feel like youâre living a dream. Never forgetting to tell Jungkook how grateful you are to him. To which he always responds with âyou deserve itâ.
You sit on your coach as you watch your phone in anticipation. Waiting for the ringing to stop and hearâ
âDid it come?!â He says over the phone. You put on a performative show, sighing and pouting your lips. Completely disappointed. Jungkookâs enthusiastic smile falls and just as it does you whip out the thick paper, shoving it the camera.
âIt cameee!â You shout and Jungkookâs face lights up. He jumps up and down in pure excitement. âOh my god! Let me see, let me seeâ hold it still!â
âGeez, Iâm trying my best.â He intently observed the cosmetology license that you were awarded. âIâm so proud of you, _______â He sincerely speaks and you feel your chest tighten. Jungkook recently has had that kind of effect on you. You shyly smile, lowering the certificate and putting it on your kitchen counter.
âHow does it feel to be a licensed cosmetologist, maâam?â He lowers his voice, mockingly speaking while holding his hand out like a reporter. You laugh before speaking. âIt feels amazing! I would like to thank my 4 kids at home for being my inspiration, Miss Sally at the Sisters Hospital, my loving family and my dear husband whoâs always stuck by my side.â You feed into the act. Something that is normal and just makes sense with you and Jungkook.
Jungkook dramatically gasps. âHusband! I didnât read any of that before this interview. Too bad, I had set up a whole proposal for you. This was a gig! Now my heart is broken.â He holds his hand over his chest, faking a heartbreak. You pout.
âAwe, Iâm so sorry. But you happen to be too late Mr. Jeon. My love for you has died many many years ago. You must move on!â Using your poor british accent makes Jungkook break character. âYour accent is horrible. Never do that shit again.â Your face falls.
âSuck cock and die.â You say and Jungkook laughs. âYouâre such a whore, iâll do all of that later. But is that it?â You furrow your eyes brows as you stand your up phone against your purse on the counter, turning around to reach in the fridge to grab the carton of strawberry lemonade. âIs what it?â You ask but Jungkook is too focused on your ass to respond. You swiftly turn back around catching him looking.
âEyes up here, cowboy!â You shout, snapping your fingers at the camera. He raises his hands as if surrendering. âMy bad. You know, men.â He shrugs, one hundred percent unashamed.
âYeah, yeah. What were you talking about?â He falls open as he tries to remember what he was talking about before he fell into a trance. âOh yeah!â You raise a brow.
âWas that all you got in the mail?â He asks and you furrow your brows. Confused on why he would be asking that because no one really cares about mail. âNo, I got other stuff but that was the first thing I saw and then I immediately called you.â He nods quietly before carding a hand through his raven hair. It was styled much different from the first time you saw him. Perfectly layered, shaping his face with very precise curls at the ends, the back falling into a mullet. He looks amazing.
âHello?!â He screams through the phone. You hum in shock, not realizing that you were staring at him. âI said check your mail.â You furrow your eyebrows once again. âWhy do you want me to check my mail so badly?â He groans, pulling the phone close to his face. âJust check the fucking mail.â
You roll your eyes before walking over to your mail. âDonât get shot, JK!â You scream at him from across the room and you hear a faint giggle from him coming from your phone. You walk back over to the counter, setting down a couple of packages and a few envelopes.
He makes you go through all of it in front of him. You were beginning to grow frustrated at his lack of communication and context. Not understanding why he suddenly took interest in your mail. You finally make it to one of the packages and you freeze when you read the box.
From your best friend, to you. â JK
You gasp before looking back at the man on your phone screen. The goofy smile on his face makes you wish you can jump through the screen and lather him down with hugs and kisses.
âYou fart! What did you send me?!â You scream out and Jungkook tries to maintain a poker face. âOpen the box.â You canât control the huge smile on your face as you take your keys to eagerly tear the box apart.
Inside is a camera with a note on it The same camera Jungkook uses for filming. âYouâre gonna need this for whatâs at the bottom.â You read the note aloud. Your heart is racing so fast at the well thought out gift and you arenât even halfway through. Underneath the camera is a shirt that reads, âI love Jungkook.â
You glare at the man through the screen and he laughs. âAwe, you do? You really mean it?â He canât even keep a straight face, dying laughing at how unserious he is. âIâm not wearing this.â You lie. You would wear this everyday if you could remember to wash it.
âWhatever, just keep going.â You roll your eyes before diving back into the box. Underneath that is envelope. You pick up the envelope at the bottom of the box and open it. Thereâs a card inside and what seems to be a well written letter inside. You look at the camera. âCan I read this out loud?â Jungkook closes his eyes as he nods and you begin reading.
âDear _______, from the very first day I met you there wasnât a day I didnât think of you. Our friendship is something I hold dearly to my heart and I wouldnât trade it for the world. Usually around this time of the year Iâd be depressed or stressed out in my room wondering what the fuck Iâm doing with my life. But youâve kept my mind busy. Always making sure to encourage and support me when I canât do the same for myself. You make me happy and I always try to do the same for you although I am conscience that I may fall short in that category at times. My intentions are always good.
You always thank meâ saying things like, âI changed your lifeâ and that you have better going opportunities for yourself because of me. Because of that day. I always tell you that you deserve it and I truly mean it. You deserve every bit of happiness that comes your way. But what I really need to tell you is how you changed my life. Life is not what it appears to be through the screen and behind the scenes I was really struggling. You inspired me to keep pushing forward and made me realize that my goals are possible. You do that a lot. Inspire others. Whether you notice it or not or believe it. I donât know what kind of mindset Iâd have right now if it wasnât for meeting you that dayâ so thank you. Now for the real surprise! A surprise Iâve been dying to get to you and I know Iâm going to be going crazy until I know youâve received this. I miss you so much and Iâm gonna take a wild guess and say you do as well. Letâs change thatâŠâ
You hiccup as you finish reading the letter. Tears streaming down your brown cheeks that carries a reddened undertone. Jungkook laughs horrendously at you as you cry from the words Jungkook poured out into your letter. âI totally did not expect you to cry.â He says in between laughter, holding onto his stomach for dear life.
âI didnât even know you could read, let alone write.â You say, joining in with the laughter as you wipe away your tears. Jungkook rolls his eyes, âDonât make me take it all back.â He says and you shake your head. Youâd never forget a word that was written in this letter. Impossible. âWhat do you mean letâs change that? I hope you donât mean this phone call, this was absolute hell Jungkook.â He laughs, fluffing his hair out. âNo, you devil. Flip the page.â He says and you raise your brows. You werenât even aware that there was a second page. But when you do. You nearly throw the card because of what taped to it.
âWhat the fuck!â You scream and Jungkook even flinches. Covering your face as more tears fall down your eyes. Jungkook awkwardly look at you not really knowing if that was a good reaction or not.
âDâ do you like it orâŠ?â He trails off. You drop your hands from your face to check and see if heâs being for real.
âAre you kidding me?! You got me a ticket to fucking South Koreaâ what do you mean, âdo you like it?â I fucking love it!â He smiles and leave to get a tissue to blow your running nose. When you come back you find him sitting in his gaming chair.
âThank you,â you mutter. Your voice is coarse from all of the crying and screaming. Jungkook smiles at you once he notices your back. Even after crying he still thinks youâre absolutely stunning. He canât wait for you to be by his side in person.
âThank me by packing a bag.â
You fan yourself at full tilt, sweat forming on your forehead, ruining your perfectly laid edges. The black baseball cap and mask that covered half of your face seems to be collecting heat for later. You roll your heavy blue luggage behind you as you exit the Incheon International Airport.
As you exit, the bright sun beams over you. Immediately, you remove the cap and mask, stuffing it inside the side poket of your purse. You look around the busy streets trying to find the familiar man. Within seconds you see him. That tall, raven haired, bubble nosed, doe eyed, breathtaking man. Whoâs currently running across the street, arms up in the air, smiling from ear to ear like a lunatic.
You canât even get your insult out before he nearly knocks the wind out of you, engulfing you into a big hug. You stumble over your feet but Jungkook makes sure to keep you upright. He picks you up in his big, strong arms, spinning you around out of pure excitement. â_______, are you real?â You laugh at him, smacking his arms to let you down.
âYou ask me am I real after picking me up? Thatâs usually how people get the cops called on them.â You joke and he glares at you. âYeah, youâre real.â He says, dissembling a disappointed tone before walking away and you slap his back, following him to his car.
The drive to his house from the airport is short of two hours. The two of you catch up on lost time, talking about everything and nothing all at once. Jungkook has the whole weekend planned out for the two of you. Lots of sightseeing and lots of streaming. You couldnât help but be excited because knowing Jungkook and his energy, itâs bound to be a crazy productive time.
âCan you just tell me at least one thing? Itâs just one thingâ Iâm sure you have tons of shit planned for today.â You whine and Jungkook rolls his eyes.
âI told you that weâd be streaming.â
âWe were gonna do that regardless of the plans!â Jungkook looks at you once heâs made a stop at the red light. He forgets what he was going to say when he looks at how sunkissed your face is. The sun seems to be doing wonders today. Jungkook always found himself stuck on your ethereal beauty. He canât even put in words how hypnotic you are. One glance at you made him feel like heâs somewhere over the moon, Jungkook sometimes have to remind himself that he shouldnât feel this way. Not towards a friend. But fuckâ look at the way the your skin is basking in the sunlight! He just want to take a bite out of you andâ
âWould stop staring at me and drive please? The light is green.â Your brows furrow at the man who seems to be in a trance while staring at your face. Not the first time and you doubt itâll be the last. Jungkook reluctantly eyes the road again, stepping on the gas.
âWow, you pick random people off of the ground and have a staring problem. Do you do that with everyone or just me?â Thereâs a pause. The silence is loud. Only the sound of the music floods the car.
âYou wanna get something to eat real quick?â He changes the subject. You let out a little snicker before saying that you arenât hungry. The silence in the car maintains and easily shifts into a comfortable silence. You take the opportunity to observe his side profile.
Noticing so many things that you hadnât during those few hours two months ago. Things that the facetime call hadnât even picked up. Mindlessly, you run a hand through his hair. Playing in his soft, raven, layered curls. Collecting his hair in your grip, you hold it on the top of his hair, creating a messy ponytail. You notice the tan line on his neck.
âYou have a tan?!â You shout, making the man flinch at the sudden volume change. âYes⊠did you have to scream?â He glances at you briefly, eyes widened, before adverting his eyes back on the road ahead. Dropping your grip from his hair you take a moment to observe his freshly tanned skin.
âI just notice,â you hum.
âYou look good.â You add, nonchalantly and you see him trying to hide the goofy smile forming on his face. You laugh. âWhat?! You do.â You insist and he nods his head with a downturned smile. You find it real ironic that heâs flustered after constantly being so cocky over the phone with you.
âWhatever.â He speaks lowly, scratching his eyebrow. Smiling up at him, you look at him in awe. âYou know, youâre pretty cute when youâre not being all cocky.â You tilt your head to the side, purposely teasing the man. Stopping at yet another red light, he takes the time to smirk at you.
âIf you want to suck my dick, just say that.â Your smile drops, face scrunching up in disgust.
âYou make me sick.â
âWelcome!â Jungkook dramatically says, arms wide open, doing his awful impersonation of Cory Kenshin. You raise your brow as your friend continues to dance his way through the apartment, completely unimpressed.
You kick off your shoes at the entryway before stepping inside of the luxurious apartment. Jungkook does a little twirl in his black socks before ending it with a star pose. You canât help but laugh at the obnoxious performance, shaking your head as he breathes heavily in his pose. âEsta es mi casa!â Your eyebrows furrow before sighing in defeat, walking past the man as you make your way the large island in the kitchen.
âI see your Spanish sucks just bad as your performance.â He sends you a glare before walking over to you. âGood thing Iâm not here for either of those things.â You say before clapping your hands together. So,â Jungkook raises a brow as your eyes shift left to right. âWhereâs your room?â
The notorious smirk returns and fluffs his hair. âDamn, you just got here and you already trying to get me in bed.â He says smugly, stepping closer to you as he looks you up and down. You would try to act all disgusted like you usually dissemble but the way heâs towering over you is making you a bit weak in the knees.
You stagger your way past him before he could come any closer. For some reason, when you two planned for you to stay in this tall, wealthy, tatted up, gym ratâs home for the weekend there was never any thoughts that this might be a problem. But now that youâre here, in an apartment alone with him. You canât help but realize that this might be a problem.
Shaking the thought, you focus on the current problem: you canât find his room. You enter the random door down a random hall and it leads you to the gym set up he has. Curiously, you observe the room, looking at the excessive amounts of weights and machinery.
âFound my room yet?â You jump at the sudden voice, turning around just to get towered over by the man once again. âCan you stop doing that.â You frustratedly say.
âStop doing what?â
âStanding over me!â Your brows crease together as you look up at him. His hair hangs over his forehead as his dark eyes bore into yours. âCanât help it if youâre short.â He battles and you scoff at the comment. âIâm not even that much shorter than you, youâre just doing it on purposeâ move!â You attempt to push him away from you but he doesnât budge. Not even a little step back. Not even an inch. Your hands placed on his chestâ more so on his pecks. You can feel how firm they are. If only you could just squeeze them, just a tiny bit youâ
âHaving fun?â He asks, smirking down at you for what seems like the umpteenth time since youâve landed in South Korea. Your hands are burning and so is your face. Youâre absolutely right. This is gonna be a problem.
âFuck the room, Iâm gonna unpack in the kitchen.â
Eventually, Jungkook helps you bring your belongings in the room youâll be sleeping in after you carefully folded them on the island.
His apartment is not what you had imagined at all. Sure you had seen a few glimpses of it during facetime calls but there was no full house tour. His home is very neat and capacious, everything very minimalistic. White flooring, walls, countertops, ceilings. Topped off with all black furniture throughout the whole apartment. Honestly, itâs hard to go wrong with that. Did you mention it was clean?
Jungkook gave you the overall tour of the house before the two of you settled in his (much anticipated) room to start streaming. The stream was fun to say the least. Highly energetic, as expected from the popular spunky streamer. You answered a lot of questions and played a few games.
What wasnât expected was all of the comments shipping you and Jungkook together.
Tons of comments flooded inâ all types of ship names and theories of your relationship. âAn alleged friendshipâ, they called it. You were too flustered to even respond to them so Jungkook would entertain it by constantly teasing you. Jungkook ended the stream with his usual outro. Of course not without letting the viewers know that youâll be back to streaming in a few hours. Attending to all of the things Jungkook has planned for you two to do today.
You sit on the gaming chair next to Jungkook, leg bouncing up and down. Something that started out as a question has led to a small argument. Over something so ineffable, you canât even explain it to yourself without getting conflicted.
âHow are you not seeing this from my point of view?â You question (hypocritically), growing frustrated with your friend who is more confused than anything. Because why does it matter if his fans think you two are dating?
âI donât even know what weâre arguing about right now. Itâs not a big deal, _______.â He reaches out to grab your hands in attempt to calm you down, but you quickly pull back. He sighs in defeat. Leaning back in his chair.
âIt is though.â You say with less agitation, fiddling with the ends of your braids that rests on your lap, quickly growing tired of the back and forth.
âEnlighten me.â Jungkook perks up, leaning forward in his chair. The whole situation has you flustered and now you regret even saying anything to the man who is now too close for comfort. âBecause,â you advert your eyes away from him, looking at the streaming monitor. âYou entertaining it will make them start thinking that weâre actually dating and weâre not.â You explain, face as stoic as you can manage. You hear a shift in his movement before turning to look at him again. His arms crossed over his chest.
âWould that be so bad?â He says, seemingly a little offended. You furrow your brows in confusion, not sure what heâs getting at. âWould what be so bad?â
âDating me,â he emphasizes and you can literally feel your heart sink. Feeling as if youâve just dropped ninety degrees on a deadly roller coaster. âYouâve been talking as if Iâm the fucking plague or something. Why is it so bad that people think weâre dating _______, hm?â He tilts his head after his interrogation. You remain silent. Scared you might say something stupid if you talk.
âAm I not attractive to you? Or, you think Iâm frontinâ for my streamsââ
âWhat are you trying to get at here?!â You shake your head in confusion. The roles have quickly changed. Now Jungkook is the one frustrated and you canât be anymore lost than what you are right now.
âNothing, obviously!â He stands up, walking over to the large windows in his room. His back facing you as he interests himself with the view outside. You hesitantly approach him, standing not too far behind him as you gently place a hand on his shoulder. âItâs none of that. Thatâs notââ You pause and his shoulders rises then falls before he turns around to face you. âCan you ever see yourself being in a relationship with me?â He rips the bandage off, tired of beating around the bush.
The question sends a funny little twirl to your tummy. Itâs not your first time hearing the familiar question. Having heard it from a few friends several times every time you mentioned the name of your distant friend.
Hearing the same questionâ out of Jungkookâs mouth now, is totally different. It indicates that he himself has thought about it. What itâd be like if the two of you were together. But the same response stands. âWeâ you knowâ I havenât really⊠thought about it.â You stammer over your words. Feeling slightly intimidated under his gaze.
âI mean, I do find you attractiveâ I have eyes for godâs sake. I enjoy talking to you and⊠all that good stuff.â Jungkook watches you as you sort through your thoughts. His eyes flickering back and forth between yours and your plump lips. âIâm not really in touch with my emotions, like I can be really oblivious at times.â You speak lowly, standing confounded by this whole interaction.
Thereâs never been a moment in time where you found yourself falling victim to a guy. Not loosing your virginity until your college daysâ even those encounters were filled with nothing other than pure lust. While everyone else was busy having crushes and dating, you focused on your future. You however arenât oblivious to the fact that your body reacts differently while around your so called friend. But you never thought anything of it reallyâ the man is hot! Anyone who has a beating pulse could say that much. Figuring that the tall dreamy man is simply just too hot to handle, you brush it off. Now as you stand helplessly, spotlight on you, you try to remember those feelings and what they could mean.
Meanwhile, Jungkook is stuck. Again. He canât even help it and he doesnât try to fight it anymore.
Youâre gorgeousâ and he has no clue as to what you just said even though his eyes never leave your tempting lips. You notice how the silence floods the room, creating an intense tension between the two of you. As mentioned before, oblivion fills you and before you can say anything to break the silence, Jungkook beats you to it.
âIâm about to do something and if you want me to stop, I give you all permission to slap me.â His words are rushed and he doesnât give you the time to speak, scared of what might fall out of your mouth. His hands gently take hold of your face before his lips meet yours.
Kissing you. Jungkook is kissing you. You process the sudden action rather slowly. His soft lips move against yours as you hear the boisterous sound of your heart drumming in your ears.
Wait⊠Jungkook is kissing you?
Said man is left with a stinging pain to his cheek, his hand abruptly lifting to hold the reddened flesh. His eyes widen as he comes to terms with the fact you just slapped him. Well, he did say you could. He honestly just didnât think you would act on it. You whisper out a small âsorryâ, feeling horrible for hitting him despite the authorized permission he gave you and Jungkook is unable to look you in your eyes, mood gone pensive.
He figures heâs gotten his answer but stands corrected once you wrap your arms around his neck, feverishly placing your lips on his. There was a feeling of absenceâ emptiness after you not so lightly smacked him away. Now that your lips are interlaced with his again and that rapid sound of your heartbeat is drumming in your ears again, your fingers scavenging through the curly mullet. You think you understand. Understand that you might be a bit smitten with the highly energetic streamer. Highly energetic and talented with his mouth, you must say. His hands travels to your waist, the crop top your sporting allowing him feel the smooth of your skin under his touch.
âWait.â He murmurs against your lips before pulling away. Heavy breathing fills the bed room. You look at him with much desperation in your eyes. Desperate for the sweet taste of his lips curled around yours. He prays for the good lord to give him strength. Sighing, he manages to find his self control. âI really do like you _______ and as much as I enjoy kissing you, I need to know your intentions.â He says, fingers tracing shapes on your waist.
âIâ I think I like you too.â You respond, sounding more like a question than an answer. However, thatâs not good enough for Jungkook. He needs to know that you like him and you want himâ it doesnât matter if itâs to the same extent that it is for him. Just something to let him know that youâre invested in him because heâs damn sure invested in all of you.
âOkay, Iâm not gonna break this down into simple terms because youâre not thirteen butââ
âGood because youâd be considered a pedophile if I were.â You tilt your head sarcastically and he shakes his head refusing to even respond to that comment. âIf I were to go out tonight and find a womanâ and hook up with her,â he emphasizes the last part. âWould you be madâ or feel any type of way?â
With no delay, you flick a brow and slightly cock your head back. Utterly offended. âWhy the hell would you go and do that?â The response is so bitter, you almost question whether or not it came out or your mouth. Jungkookâs face of anticipation is sent flying and a huge toothy smile is etched across his face, gushing with relief. âOkay,â he whispers. You close your eyes, shaking your head.
âOkay?â You ask and he nods, the bunny toothed smile shines on. You beckon him to further explain his thoughts and is ultimately caught off guard when he grabs your arms instead. Wrapping them around his neck before lifting you off the ground, his hands grasping the back of your thighs.
âWhat are you doing?â You gasp out, heart pounding rapidly as you feel a spark run through your veins. So abnormal, you never felt anything like this before. You havenât even been in this manâs presence a full 24 hours yet and somehow the problem you were previously worried about, doesnât appear all that consequential. Not when the solution has been presented.
âIâve waited so long just to hold you in my arms. And now that my confession that I had planned for today is completely ruinedââ
âYou were going to confess?â You spew out, interjecting his words for the umpteenth time today. âWhy youâre full of questions, arenât you?â He teases before placing a soft kiss onto your cheek. Traveling with you in his arms, you close your eyes while he places slow, tender kisses against your neck. Gently placing you on the cool, welcoming bed. Your body sinks into the resilient foam, feeling snug and warmth when Jungkookâs large frame slightly hovers over you.
âIt didnât take me long to realize that I have feelings for you. Now, I donât know how that cute little mind of yours work.â He slightly snickers when you cutely purse your lips, tucking a lone braid behind your ear. Looking at you with much adulation in his eyes, you canât help but cotton into. âBut I do know that I will do everything I can for you to feel at least half the amount happiness you give me.â
Reaching your hands out, your thumbs caress his cheeks, brushing over the faint scar. Jungkook shivers under your feathery touch. âI do.â Your thumb slowly travels down to his swollen lips. Fiddling with the silver lip ring that decorates the bottom of the pair. âYou make me happy. Iâve never felt this way before.â Jungkook leans down, his knee sinking down further into the bed, to capture your lips again.
Your handsâ fervently roaming the otherâs body. Jungkook shutters at the feeling of your hands on his body when they travel their way under his white crew neck. The taste of your coconut flavored chapstick making him dizzy. His lips leave yours, going to strip away his shirt. Exposing his toned muscles and sleeve of tattoos that youâve yet to fully appreciate and admire.
You let out a shaky breath underneath the lusty muscular man. âYouâre not really gonna hook up with someone else right?â You thoughtlessly ask. Thereâs no way heâs going to present this to any other woman. Not after this. Not when youâre ready to bow down to kiss his feet and willingly fold yourself like a pretzel for him.
The buff man nearly chokes on his laughter. âNo, _______â That ethereal smile beams back at you. He leans down to place another kiss on your plumped lips. âI only want you⊠only you.â He confesses, followed with open mouthed kisses against your neck. Your eyes fall close. Jungkookâs hands make their way under your crop top, cupping your rounded breast through the thin layer of your bra.
You wince at the pressure put on your sensitive nipples. He trails kiss down your neck to your chest, slowly lifting your shirt and you help him, breaking the kiss for no more than a couple of seconds to pull the clothing over your head.
The two of you are like two horny teenagers, desperately going at it. Youâve never been one to crave sexâ itâs enjoyable, sure. But you can also go long ways without having any sexual interactions. You can and you have.
However, with Jungkook, you need him. You crave him. Suddenly, after all those dickless years you can no longer stand strong. At least not under him. The deprivation of his touch is killing you even though heâs right above you passionately caressing and kissing all over your body. Itâs not enough. If there was a way to be in his skin, youâd most certainly figure it out and act on it effective immediately.
You waste no time, eagerly snatching all of your clothes off, the clothing being discarded every which way across his spacious bedroom. You let out needy whimpers as Jungkook glides his dick up and down your wet folds, his long length laying flat, mushroom tip repeatedly brushing pass your clit, stimulating you further.
âYouâre so wet baby.â Jungkook grunts relishing in the way his dick slides so easily across your slippery cunt. âStretch me out, Kook.â You breathlessly say, clenching your tight pussy around nothing, feeling the need of his length to fill you up.
âI should prep you first. I donât want to hurt you.â Showing uncertainty behind his soft words that makes your stomach shake. Youâve never been one for masochism, but ironically enough, the thought of Jungkook tearing your pussy up, stretching your tight cunt makes you even more aroused, if even possible. You let a low moan out at the idea and Jungkookâs dick twitches.
âNo pleaseâ just fuck me. Need you now.â Thereâs no delay, Jungkook is more than delighted to fulfill your desires. He strokes his girthy length, slick from your loads of arousal before dipping his dick slowly into your opening. A load grunt leaves Jungkookâs mouth once the mere tip of his dick slips in. He can already feel the pressure of your tight cunt around him.
Your cunt engulfs his member as it slowly disappears in the depths of your core. Covering your mouth with your hand to diminish the sound of your loud lewd moans. Once his dick is fully inside, he lowers himself to plant a kiss your lips. Light and feathery and full of care. âAre you okay?â He asks, still feeling a bit perturbed. His eyes laced with concern.
You weakly smile at him, initiating another kiss. âIâm all good.â You say, which instantly satisfies the buff man. He quickly pecks your lips before lifting up again. His hands caress your thighs as he gently separates them.
Conjoined moans feel the room as Jungkook slowly stretches you out. His thick, long dick penetrating into your cunt. The sounds being released out of your mouthsâ and the squelching sound of your juices lapping around Jungkookâs dick is music to your ears. After a hand full of thrusts you beckon Jungkook to go faster. Jungkook, being the obedient man he is, thrashes into your cunt. His pace quickens all while deeply infiltrating your leaking cunt.
Your arousal creating a large wet spot on the silk black comforter, lathering the inside of your thighs. âFuck, you feel so good around my dickâ mm. So tight and wet, so fucking beautiful.â He lowly curses before grabbing onto your hand. Your body jerks forward as Jungkook continues to fuck into you. He bite his lip, trying to stay strong and not cum right away. But the way the warmth of your pussy is hugging his length, itâs not so easy.
âKâ Kook, shit right there.â You grab onto your boob with your free hand for moral support because you feel like youâre going insane. Your pussy clenches around his dick sending him groaning. âIâm gonna cum, fuhh!â Jungkook hastily nods his head before letting go of your hand, going to rub his thumb against your slippery clit. Your back arches against the bed as he fucks into you so good, overstimulated from the amounts of pleasure.
âCum on my dick, _______.â Jungkook grabs your waist, pounding into your pussy harder. Which is followed by a trail of incoherent whimpering and whining. You let out a loud scream as you release your load around Jungkookâs length.
The sounds of your pussy squelching around Jungkookâs dick as he rides out your high grows louder and soon heâs due for his own release.
âFuck!â Quickly sliding out of your cunt, he strokes his length in haste before loads of thick white semen drags out onto your stomach.
Heavy breathing crowds the room as you try to recuperate from the previous event. Jungkook gets up from his bed without a word, leaving the room. After a little over a minute, he returns with a towel and a pack of baby wipes in hand. Coming to clean you up. Itâs impossible to hide your growing smile whilst Jungkook silently and intently cleans you up.
âAfter care goes crazy.â You jokingly comment and Jungkook tries to remain stoic but fails miserably when he ends up laughing. âYou canât take anything serious, can you?â He shakes his head, smile still holding up.
âI take you seriously.â You lowly speak. Jungkook shoots you a smile before going to recover your clothes off the floor, throwing the towel in the garbage. He slips his boxer briefs back on and tosses his shirt to you, wanting you to wear it and you do. The room is silent. A little too quiet for comfort and you donât want to grow accustomed to the silence so you grab Jungkookâs wrist to stop him from cleaning.
âSit down.â You say softly, but the tone is simply a facade. Jungkook is well aware that youâre demanding attention so he cooperates. âI want this.â Simply put, but very self explanatory. Jungkook lets out a sigh, staring into your eyes intently. âI wonder what couldâve possibly changed your mind.â He sarcastically speaks, reflecting on the irony of the situation. Your hands wrap around his neck, fiddling with the hair on the nape of his neck, tempted to pull him into another longing kiss.
But you donât. You donât need Jungkook thinking youâre only saying this because your dick crazed. Despite your emotional awakening happening prior to having sex with Jungkook, you know that thereâs something else there in your heart. Your interest and liking for Jungkook resides outside of sexual attraction and interactions. His meek attitude and sexy figure is just the cherry on top. Thereâs a connection between you two that makes you inexplicably happyâ a sense of security.
âIâm new to this whole relationship processâ never been in one my entire life. Everyone speaks of finding the perfect person, their person. And if itâs anything like how people have explained⊠I think itâs you.â He watches as you stare lovingly into his bambi eyes.
âItâs me?â He whispers, his breath lightly nuzzling your lips that are just inches away from his. You hum, face etched in mischief.
âWhat is that you said to me? Whaâ would you be mad if I hookedâŠâ
âUp with another woman, yes I did say that.â He finishes, lowering his head to hide the growing smile. âAnd if I recall correctly,â you dipping your head as Jungkook dodges teasing looks. âWhen I asked you if youâd actually do that, you said no.â You catch his face in your palms forcing him to look at you. The bulbs of his face are bright red and his dimples are deeply inscribed in his risen cheeks.
âOnly you.â Repeating the words he vowed to you earlier. You nod your head, uncontrollably squeezing his cheeks in your hands. âOkay well the same goes for me.â Quickly placing a kiss on his forehead before speaking again. âOnly you. You have my word.â Jungkook shyly nods, refusing to look you in the eyes still. You giggle at his oddly shy behavior, cracking out and amused âwhatâ.
âKissing me on my forehead and shitâ feels domestic as fuck.â You release a loud laugh in his face to which Jungkook joins in, unable to control himself, your laugh being contagious to the man. Pinning Jungkook on the bed, you smother his face with kisses.
The scene is something you yourself would often cringe at when witnessing other couples. Hypocritically, you bask in the laughter that escapes yours and Jungkookâs mouth. Revel in the way Jungkookâs strong hands grab at your waste when your lips curls around his. This is something you can get used to. You never want to stop feeling this way ever. And you have a feeling that as long as Jungkook is by your side, youâll feel this way for a very long time.
On top of the world.
âWeâre behind schedule.â Jungkook mutters against your lips and you strain your neck to peek at the clock on the nightstand beside the bed. You are in fact behind schedule. âBenny will be here any minute now.â He says, grabbing your arm so he can roll from underneath your hold. Leaving the room to put his clothes on and use the restroom.
You also get up to put your clothes back on, fixing your hair and makeup in the mirror. When Jungkook returns he sneaks behind you and circles his arms around his waist, his chin atop of your head. His tatted hand traveling just under your breast. âYouâre so gorgeous, _______.â He whispers softly. You hum with your eyes closed as Jungkook pushes his clothed crotch against your ass. His mouth latching onto your neck, being sure not to leave any marks. âKook,â you say once you feel his hand dip underneath your shirt, going to cup your tit.
âHmm?â He continues to grind his growing bulge against your thick ass. You tightly squeeze your thighs together, feeling the familiar sudden sensation between your legs. âNo, we have to go.â You shake out of his hold, turning around to see the faint pout on his lips. But soon reluctantly agrees.
âBennyâs outside.â You say, looking out the window as Jungkook hurriedly grabs everything he needs. He jogs over to you with a bright smile on his face. Pecking your lips which takes you by surprise. âGot everything.â You nod your head and the two of you stalk down the stairs. Jungkook smacks your ass before you open the door, gasping, you turn around with a warning glare. He smirks down at you.
âYou better behave once we HOP ON THE STREAM.â
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Birthday Boy | j.jk
-> pairing. wolf shifter!jungkook x human!reader (f)
-> genre. tooth rotting domestic fluff, birthday celebration, found-family, established relationship
-> rating. 13+
-> w/c. 846
-> warnings. Kinda suggestive at the start đđđ»
-> a/n. Self-indulgent birthday JK fic <33
-> collection. mini-series
-> started. Sun., Sept. 1st, 2024 @ 09:41
-> fin. Sun., Sept. 1st, 2024 @ 16:55
-> edited. Sun., Sept. 1st, 2024 @ 18:46
-> divider credit. @mmadeinheavenn
Jungkook wakes to the unmistakable feel of your lips around his earlobe.
âMmngâŠâ
Your giggles tickle his ear as you trail your lips over the underside of his jaw, dotting wet little kisses all across his throat. âMorning.â
Jungkook hums appreciatively, tilting his head back for easier access, his hands making their way to your hips when you give his Adamâs apple a sweet little nip.
âBunny,â he mumbles, forcing himself to slow-blink his eyes open.
âMm?â You kiss him (finally), gently pulling his lower lip between your teeth before leaning back down to press your foreheads together, mouths a hairsbreadth apart.
This is Jungkookâs favorite thing, he thinks. He wishes he could stay in bed with you forever⊠but, knowing you, you definitely had something a little extra prepared.
He smiles into your mouth, giving you a quick peck before leaning up to nuzzle against your cheek. âGâmorning,â he sighs contentedly.
You giggle again, using his chest to push yourself up into a sitting position. âSleep well?â
He nods, laughing when you smooth over his hair with your hands, cupping and squeezing his cheeks together while growling about your cuteness-aggression.
âThank you,â he mutters through forced duck-lips, rubbing gentle circles against your exposed hips.
You frown. âFor?â
âGift,â he says. âWaking up like thisâŠâ
You scoff, gently smacking his chest before swinging your legs over the side of the bed like youâre dismounting a horse, pulling your (his) shirt down over your stomach so it rests across your thighs. âIdiot. This is a cherry on top.â
You walk across the room, rummaging around the drawer for a pair of shorts. âGet up and get ready.â
Jungkook frowns as he sits up, picking the sand from the corners of his eyes. âHuh?â
âWeâre going shopping.â
âIsnât that something youâd wanna do for your birthday?â
âHar-har, babe. Very funny.â
Jungkook grins, watching you with sparkling eyes as you come back to him, grabbing his jaw between your fingers and giving his puckered lips a firm smooch. âI got us tickets to Deadpool and Wolverine.â
âYOU DID WHAT?!â
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âThe Honda Odyssey fucked hard,â Jungkook gushes, swinging your hands back and forth as he takes a bite out of his ice cream.
You laugh fondly, biting into your sweet sugary cone. âThe choreography was phenomenal,â you agree.
âRight?! Ughââ He kisses your cheek, pulling away with a cute little mwah that makes you involuntarily smile. âThank you so much for today. Seriously. I couldnât have asked for anything better.â He smiles and squeezes your intertwined hands, taking another bite out of his ice cream.
âAlways, Kook.â
He briefly lets go of your hand to reach into your back pocket for the apartment keys, twisting it in the lock and pushing it open while trying to catch the melting ice cream on his tongue, giving you a sly grin over his shoulder.
âAlthough, I might have one other thing in mind for tonightââ
âSurprise!â
Jungkook flinches in surprise as the apartment lights flash on, party streamers flying across the room as the pack come jumping out behind every nook and cranny they managed to squeeze themselves into.
âHappy birthday, brat,â Jennie grabs Jungkook by his neck and digs her knuckles into his head, laughing as RosĂ© pulls her off so she and Lisa can wrap their arms around him.
Jisoo fondly shakes her head, giving the younger girls a chance to finish greeting their maknae before hugging him herself, followed quickly by Taehyung, Jimin and Hoseok who all collectively dogpile Jungkook (so much so that he nearly falls over).
You laugh as you close the door behind you, watching with a burning heart as the pack envelop him in their arms, loud and rowdy and full of love.
âYah! Make room, you rascals! Stop hogging my son!â
Jungkookâs eyes widen, the tears thatâd been slowly building in the corners of his eyes finally flowing down his cheeks at the sight of his mom and dad.
âEomma,â he whispers, falling into her arms as she wraps her arms around his shoulders, cooing at him like all mothers do.
He pulls away and grasps onto his dadâs shoulder as his mom wipes at his tears, scolding him for making her emotional. âAppa,â he sniffles, hugging them both again, his dad laughing as he tries not to cry himself.
They hadnât been able to see each other in months, and Jungkook had seemed so sad when they said they wouldnât be able to make it. You couldnât let that happen, so you pulled a few strings to get them off work and up to Seoul.
You canât help the strong pulling sensation in your chest, your love for this family so close to spraying out of you in a wave of bright, iridescent light.
And despite the tears streaking across his cheeks, Jungkookâs happiness radiates like a sun radiates heatâstrong and all encompassing.
He looks at you over his fatherâs shoulder, a tearful, loving smile on his face. Thank you, he mouths. I love you.
I love you, you whisper.
Happy birthday.
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hisunshiineâs 2023 Stories
Running List of my fics posted in 2023. Top of the list is most recent 2023 and goes back through January of 2023.
â âin good hands | jjk (m)
streamer!jungkook x female!reader âcamboy!au (9.13.2023)
â âsocks | jjk (pg-13) B-DAY DRABBLE
jungkook x readerâslice of life, established relationship, fluff (9.1.2023)
â âseven days masterlist  [7/7 series] | jjk (m)
nurse!jungkook x teacher!readerâ non-idol au, brother's friend au; (7.24.23 - 10.9.2023)
â âgrey area: avoiding the red | ksj (m)
CFO!seokjin x senior accounting manager!readerâ CEO!au; (7.14.2023)
â college nights; diner fights | jjk (m)
waiter!jungkook x waitress!readerâ diner!au; (6.29.2023)
â burning love | jhs (m)
firefighter!hobi X firefighter!readerâ firefighter!au; (2.20.2023)
â a wager of lords & love | myg (m)
noble!yoongi x noble!reader â regency!au; (2.15.2023)
â cinema | kth (m) [3/3] series COMPLETE
taehyung x reader â camboy!au; (1.01.2023)
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2021 (i think) can be found HERE
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