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2hightocare · 7 months

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LOVE WAGER! 01

Synopsis: Meeting a crazy stranger who cuts in line, tries to tell you love like the books doesn’t exist—it’s whatever. You won’t ever see him again… right?

Pairings: jungkook x fem!reader

Genre: college au. strangers to friends to lovers. forced proximity.

Warnings: mentions of divorce parents, Jungkook lowkey being insufferable, banter, cussing, a little bit of them being enemies, nicknames, oc being a hopeless romantic at heart, Jungkook being lowkey a cynic… them meeting each other so many times, choking!

a/n: first chapter out!! Woohoo, I’ve been keeping them close to my heart for quite some time. Ever since I listened to “in between” by Gracie Abrams.. I was inspired to write them—the song is so them coded.💌

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3 years ago…

You were a hopeless romantic.

Most people called it being delusional— by people, you mean the random stranger in front of you.

The first time you met Jungkook, not only did he cut in front of you in line, but he also started shit-talking about how delusional you had to be to think romance books were even remotely comparable to real life.

The line at the cupcake shop was long. You had been wanting to try the new chocolate-covered strawberry flavor from your favorite cupcake shop in the city. The shop was always full, but today it was packed to the bone— the line almost reached outside the door. The people sitting at the cute pastel-colored tables were even leaving because the space was getting so crowded.

It was a Friday, and you had just left school. Your black backpack hung loosely over one shoulder as you stared down at your phone, trying not to die playing Subway Surfers. When your phone died, you internally groaned.

You mentally rolled your eyes before looking forward, where the line was starting to move faster. You were probably the fourth person in line, which was good since you'd only been there for around twenty minutes. You slipped your phone into the back pocket of your jeans before reaching for the zipper of your backpack—pulling out the latest book you hadn’t finished reading amidst all the assignments teachers had been bombarding you with. You thought it was dumb, considering it was your senior year in high school—why not just let you off easy?

You zipped up your backpack before slipping it on, tucking in the small hair that fell into your face when you opened your book. You moved forward as the line advanced, not bothered by the conversations from everyone around you—it was like your own brown noise, which you usually looked up on YouTube whenever you wanted to act like the main character in a movie.

Romance books were your thing. The same went for movies; you loved a good romantic story with the most cliché plot in the world—it did it for you every single time.

Your dad had tried getting you into self-help books, fiction books, or even those thriller books where you had to guess who kills who. He would back this up with actually learning something from reading a book, and you tried all those genres, you really did. You were the most specific girl there could be; if the book didn't impress you within one chapter, you closed it and moved on.

You were basically in love with the idea of love, imagining someone doing all those things you had seen in movies and read about, which filled you with hope that someone could care and love you that way. Yes, you believed in soulmates; you believed that someone, somewhere in this world, was destined to be with you, no matter the circumstances. You believed that if two people were destined for each other, they would find a way to each other, one way or another.

“Hi, baby, you still haven’t ordered? The line is so fucking long.” A strange boy, who looked around your age or maybe slightly older due to his eyebrow piercing, spoke up. He had a navy blue cap with the Yankees logo on the front, and you could see small pieces of his hair. It looked like a dark brown, but at some angles, it looked black, so you thought maybe he dyed it. He was cute, with a sharp jaw and dimples, which you immediately noticed when they showed on his left cheek as he bit his lip, waiting for you to reply.

“I’m sorry—“ you started, only to be cut off by him. “I've been meaning to show you this, babe.” He cut you off before basically shoving his phone into your face. His phone showed his notes app open with a text that read, ‘Please act like you know me so I can cut in line; it’s so long, and I have somewhere to be.’

Your brows furrowed at the pleading guy. You had no clue what his name was, but he looked like he was seriously about to lose his mind if he had to wait another minute in line. You shook your head before nodding— a smile burst on his face.

“Thank you,” he mouthed to you, to which you only shrugged before closing your book. “What flavor are you getting, lovebug?” He said, his nose scrunching in disgust at what he just said. A small laugh escaped your lips since that was the cringiest shit you had heard all day, maybe even all week if you didn’t count your dad trying to write you a poem about his love for your cat.

“I want to get the new chocolate-covered strawberry flavor. What about you?” You said, your fingers fidgeting with the pages of your closed book. His eyes dropped to your hands as you moved up in line, now second in line.

“Is that your book?” He said instead of replying to your question. “Yeah, do you read?” A spike of excitement was clear in your face and voice, only to be squashed when he opened his mouth.

“Do you actually believe anything in there is remotely realistic?” He said nonchalantly before removing his cap, letting his fluffy hair fall in his face before almost immediately collecting it back, placing his cap backward this time.

“I—“ you stutter, your mouth slightly agape, not knowing how to reply without sounding dumb. Because, yeah, you strongly believed romance books were able to happen in real life if someone loved you enough. “Well.. I mean, love happens anywhere,” you shrug, but he only nods his head in a condescending way. Not only were you helping him skip in line—he was basically criticizing your view on love.

“Well, duh, love happens, but all that cringey shit is the dumbest thing our generation normalized. Like, nobody is going to confess their love with a microphone in the middle of a dance-off,” he scoffs. You didn’t understand why he actually looked like he seriously hated the idea of making gestures for someone you loved or cared about.

“Well, obviously, I find that stupid as well, but there are other gestures to show your appreciation and love for someone.” You turn your whole body to face him. He’s not much taller than you, maybe two inches if you really wanted to know, and the cap maybe added another inch, but that didn’t matter since your eyesight was eye level with his.

“Love is embarrassing,” he says, crossing his arms in front of him. You felt the lady behind you both, her eyes bore into you both, trying to figure out why the supposed couple were fighting about love.

“How is love embarrassing?” You scoff before turning around to look in front of you, at the back of the head of the man who was ordering.

“Because love makes you do embarrassing shit all the time; that’s the easiest way I can put it for you, ribbons,” he replies with a duh tone, raising his eyebrows at you, which you see from your peripheral vision.

“Ribbons?” You turn to him, your arms crossed over your book as you glare at him. “Pink ribbon. Don’t you think you look a little too old to be wearing bows?” A grin appears on his face as he casually points to the pink ribbon tied into a bow in your hair.

“The fuck? Not only did I let you skip the line, but you’re a) talking shit about my favorite genre, and b) making fun of me wearing bows.” You turn your full body to him, which he only raises his hands in defense, as if you had a gun pointed at him.

“Damn, my bad. I thought this was a free country; you know your amendments, right?” He raises an eyebrow at you. “Yes, I fucking know my amendments,” you reply, absolutely annoyed at him bringing history into this.

“Freedom of speech,” he says before walking in front of you to the cashier. You were annoyed, maybe even angry. How dare he talk shit and say freedom of speech when you just did him a favor.

“He cut in front of me,” you point to him as you tell on him to the cashier, his jaw dropping to the floor. “Did you just tell on me? What the fuck,” he side-eyes you as you just shrugged.

“I respectfully need to ask you to go to the back of the line,” the cashier says, shooting you an apologetic look. You bite on the inside of your cheek to contain the smile that is threatening to slip out, as he sends you a mocking face, which you return, because apparently, you both were literal children. He rolled his eyes before he walked off.

2 years ago..

The second time you met Jungkook, you almost died due to choking on your coke.

You and your best-friend, Amelia, sat in a booth, munching on pizza, while you hear her ramble about the latest drama on campus.

“I can’t believe he cheated on her. I was so shocked, like I couldn’t believe he would do that after he literally gave her a promise ring—I heard it was expensive as well, bro,” Amelia said, stuffing a French fry in her mouth.

Amelia and you had been best friends since your freshman year at Preston University. She ended up in your dorm room by mistake, until security escorted her to her corresponding room. You both even had your calculus class together, which ended in both of you ripping your hair out because you truly had no clue what the professor was talking about.

“Oh my god, you’re lying!” you gasped, taking a bite of your folded pizza. “Alexandra said she didn’t care, but apparently, she was crying at the frat party we were supposed to go to yesterday,” Amelia said, pressing her lips together with wide eyes. As you were about to reply, she gasped.

“Holy shit, babes, don’t turn around, but there’s this fine-ass guy behind you,” she said. Without thinking you turned your whole body to look at the guy she was talking about.

“Or just turn your whole body, I don't care,” she added, rolling her eyes.

“Wait, who?” you asked, staring at the group of boys in front of you. They were all cute, just not your type whatsoever. “He just turned around, so you can’t see his face, but the one with the black beanie,” Amelia whispered to you as she took a sip of her Dr Pepper.

As you stared at the back of the boy who was engrossed in a conversation with his friend, a loud laugh escaped his lips before he threw his head back, letting you catch a glimpse of his face.

“Oh, fuck, his laugh is hot as fuck as well,” Amelia said behind you, chewing on her crispy fries. “Do you think he has a girlfrien—“ The words melted from your mouth as the beanie boy turned around. “Yeah, he definitely has a girlfriend,” Amelia said nonchalantly, clearly not catching how your eyes widened, as you both stare at the boy who had cut in front of you in line three years ago.

He was taller, much taller, and he was built—you could tell even from his oversized long-sleeve shirt. As much as you wanted to disagree, he was undeniably attractive. The eyebrow piercing was still there, but it somehow looked better than when you first saw it.

“Ribbons?” he said, pointing at you with a chuckle, making you flinch for absolutely no reason. Amelia looked between both of you, trying to read the room.

“Mr. anti-romantic?” You fired back, a huge smile breaking out on his face before he excused himself from his friend group and made his way to your booth. “I see you got a nickname for me... I feel honored,” he said, pressing a palm to his heart dramatically before shooting a nod at Amelia, who waved with a small smile on her face.

You just rolled your eyes. He was the most childish person you had ever met, and that says a lot since this was only the second time you'd ever spoken to him. “I wouldn’t be so honored,” you mumbled, shooting him a tight-lipped smile as he shook his head with a low chuckle.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” Amelia said out of nowhere, both you and the unknown boy's heads snap to the side as a smirk makes it’s way to his mouth, while you throw daggers at Amelia with your eyes for her blunt question. “I doubt he would ever hav—“ you start, only to be rudely interrupted by none other than Mr. anti-romantic himself.

“I actually do, and I was just about to meet her here, but I saw your friend and just had to come and say hello,” he said to your best friend, all while wearing a condescending smile.

“Oof, I feel bad for her,” you shrugged, before placing the straw of your clear cup in your mouth and sipping on your coke.

“Eh, she says I’m a pretty good boyfriend, not a hopeless romantic like someone I know,” he said, watching your eyes meet his before you tilted your head in a mocking way, which he picked up immediately.

“I wonder how you even got her to say yes to you,” you bit back, your eyes maintaining contact with his, not wanting to be the first to break it. But he was too good at it; you almost felt like crumbling into a ball from how intense his stare was.

“I guess you could say there are more ways to please a woman without love letters,” he said nonchalantly. You choked on your coke as the liquid went down the wrong pipe, making you start having a coughing attack.

His and Amelia’s eyes widened as Amelia immediately swatted the man who was right beside you. His hand made contact with your arm, raising it up in the air.

“The fuck are you doing?” Amelia said aggressively, side-eyeing him, as you basically died in front of their wondering eyes. You really didn’t expect him to just talk about his sexual life so openly without a care. You would want to crawl into a hole if your boyfriend ever talked about your private moments like that to anyone.

“My mom said if you put someone’s hand up, it makes your cough go away. I don’t fucking know! I’m not a doctor,” he shot back at your best friend as he raised your arm in the air. Your cough slightly disappeared as you tapped on your chest as if that would do anything to stop it.

“Are you good?” Amelia said as she basically hovered over the table. You felt the whole dinner's eyes on you as you tried to recover from the insane coughing fit you just had. “Y-yeah, fuck,” you coughed, your arms still up in the air from his hold. “I almost for real thought you were about to die. I already imagined myself behind bars,” he said, rubbing his unoccupied hand through his face with a sigh.

“Now I’m hoping I actually died,” you said, yanking your arm away from his grasp.

“We’re leaving, Amelia. Let’s go,” you said, standing up, collecting your jacket and bag, and pushing him out of the way, standing up beside him.

He hovered over you; you almost wanted to jump up to reach his height, but you were already embarrassed enough. So instead, you fixed your denim skirt before looking up at him.

“Well, it was so not nice to see you again, and hopefully we don’t get to meet again, Mr. anti-romantic. Goodbye,” you said as you sent him a fake smile his way.

You pulled on Amelia’s hand before she could say anything and walked out of the dining room without looking back at the boy who was standing in the same place, watching the girl he almost witnessed pass away by choking on coke from him even remotely bringing up sex.

A small chuckle left past his lips as he made his way to the table where his friends were seated.

“Dude, what the fuck happened? Why was that pretty girl coughing like crazy?” Taehyung said, eyeing the door through which you had just left.

Jungkook didn’t know why his heart picked up when his best friend called you pretty. He wasn’t blind; you were beautiful. When he first met you, you both were obviously much younger. If it wasn’t for how much you had grown into your face and the braces you once had were long gone, it would’ve been your aura that gave it away. You were more outspoken, which kinda took him back but sent a sense of excitement through his body.

“No clue. Just some girl I met in my senior year... kinda taken aback I ran into her again,” Jungkook said before picking up the menu from the table, looking for what food he should order. “Maybe it’s fate, bro,” Namjoon teased, which made Jungkook drop his menu on the table.

“You guys know all that shit is bullshit, right? It was just a coincidence. I’ll probably never see her again after this,” Jungkook rolled his eyes, leaning backward onto the booth and crossing his arms in front of him defensively.

“Whatever you say, champion,” Hoseok whistled as he called the waitress.

Jungkook's brain immediately canceled out the noise as he started running through all the possible scenarios that would leave you both at the same place at the same time. His body shook from the possibility of it being fate; he hated the idea of the answer being anything besides actual proven fact. He didn’t care how cynical he might sound; he had trusted so many people in his life, including his parents, who always preached about love and honesty. But flash forward to him having to skip around each house of his parents every weekday and weekend. He hated how he believed them when they said love can get through everything. Absolutely not—divorce.

He just imagined your perfect household, two parents at the same home who still say ‘I love you’ to each other every chance they get. You get to read your books in your living room without a fight breaking out out of nowhere just because someone forgot to throw the trash out.

Love didn’t exist in his eyes. He believed in mutual respect. He doesn’t believe in the whole crazy in love charade. His girlfriend Haneul didn’t really want the whole whispering cute things in each other's ears or dancing under the moon either, and that’s why he chose her.

Plus, he wasn’t an asshole when it came to love when it came to other people. Did he want to ruin their moment and tell them they wouldn’t last? Yes—but he never does.

He saw how broken his mom was after the divorce. He thought about the idea of love and if someone came to love you, you would do anything in your power to not hurt them. It had been five years since his parents’ divorce, and everyone seemed to have moved on perfectly, while Jungkook watched how his perspective of love changed drastically over time.

He was glad that you didn’t have to go through what he had to go through, given your obvious naivety. That was entirely the only reason he shit-talked about love when he first met you, which was the most jackass move he could’ve done, especially after you let him skip the line. But after you told on him to the cashier like a little child, he was thinking of actually tackling you.

Either way, it didn’t matter for him to be worrying or thinking about you in the first place, when he didn’t even know your name. Plus, he would never see you again, that’s for sure.

Present day..

Psychology class was your number one nemesis. You literally begged the counselor to let you have another class that wasn’t psychology. Not only did he laugh, but he said it would do you good. In your mind, he basically called you crazy—maybe you did need the class after all.

As you huffed and puffed to your last class of the day, you fixed your glasses on your face and tightened the high ponytail with the white ribbon that matched the outfit Amelia helped you pick out. You pushed open the door to the class and were greeted by half-empty seats and no professor, giving you the option to choose where you sat.

You were a middle-seat row girl, unable to see far away without your glasses. You also avoided sitting too close to the front, fearing teachers would call on you.

As you took a seat in the chair, a body sat beside you without a word. You didn’t even care to look as you took out your laptop from your backpack, worrying about how this year’s professor might be. You had heard from last year’s students that the teacher might have been the devil’s spawn.

While you were finally seated, you moved your head to your left to see the body next to you engrossed in their phone. Your jaw dropped as you were met with none other than Mr. Anti-Romantic.

“What the actual fuck, are you stalking me or something?” you said, absolutely baffled by how many times you had run into him and from all the empty seats, he decided to sit next to you.

He immediately raised his head from his phone, his eyes widening as he stared at your obviously angry face. “Ribbons? What the actual fuck, I didn’t realize that was you,” he said, throwing his head back in shock.

“You had to know it was me, why else would you sit beside me?” you scoffed, crossing your arms in front of you. He looked the same as the last time you saw him, except now he had a full sleeve of tattoos on his right arm, and the eyebrow piercing was long gone.

Now that he was closer to you, you could see the small mole he had under his lip and the scar on his cheek. His hair was shorter and black, but classroom lights deceived, so maybe it was fully brown, but you didn’t dare to ask.

“Don’t think you’re special, Ribbons. I just can’t see from the back, and in the front, teachers always pick on you to talk in front of the class, and I’m trying to avoid that,” he explained, having the same process as you, but unfortunately, the other half of his brain didn’t process the idea of love.

“Are you sure you have the right class?” you bit out, hoping he had walked into the wrong class and would have to leave immediately. You seriously couldn’t even wrap your head around the fact that he was here and that he went to the same university as you—this being the first time he had seen you around campus.

“Psychology class A65,” he side-eyed you as you rolled your eyes and faced the board, trying your best to ignore his presence.

“You know you can just move to another seat, right?” he said, pointing to all the empty seats beside you. Your head slowly turned to the side to face his face as he gave you a tight-lipped smile.

“Why would I move when I was here first?” you scoffed his way as he shrugged, indicating that he couldn’t care less. “’Cause I truly don’t care, but you obviously seem affected by my presence, so Ribbons, pick your seat,” he pointed to the available seats.

You imagined the easiest way you could kill someone, but tackling him to the ground at this exact moment might bring attention to you both, so you just breathed out of your nose before giving him a fake smile and rolling your eyes.

“I’m not leaving, and for your information, I’m perfectly fine and not bothered by your presence whatsoever,” you said, trying your best to seem as calm and collected as possible.

“For your information…” he mocked beside you, trying to imitate your voice before chuckling. “I swear, Ribbons, I can see smoke coming out of your ears and nose,” he laughed.

“Stop calling me Ribbons,” you gritted your teeth, already at your limit.

“What else do you want me to call you? I don’t know your name, and you’re still wearing ribbons, I can see,” Mr. Anti-Romantic pointed to the white ribbon in your hair. You rolled your eyes before sending his calm, collected figure a scanty smile.

“Y/n,” you said, tilting your head to the side, as if asking him to tell you his name. “I like Mr. Anti-Romantic, not gonna lie,” he bit his lip, trying to contain his laughter as you were about to lose your composure at any moment.

“You aggravate me, and I don’t know why,” you mumbled, hoping he didn’t hear—but he did, loud and clear. “Jeon Jungkook,” he said, and before you could reply, the professor strode in, wearing the weirdest clothes you could imagine.

“She looks like that one crazy Victorious teacher,” he whispered softly, only for you to hear, smugly bending downward so you could hear better. A small laugh left your lips. “Sikowitz?” you whispered back as both of you stared forward at the professor, who was talking about the syllabus. “Yeah, spot the difference: hard level,” he whispered.

You looked down at your hands, trying to hide the amusement on your face.

For the rest of the class, you guys didn’t talk whatsoever, and honestly, you wouldn’t know if he tried, since you were absorbed in whatever Mrs. Calderon was saying.

“So, here’s where you start hating me, I’m giving you guys a project,” she said, leaning on her desk, making the desk creak. You could hear small groans from students around you, but not loud enough for her to hear.

“It will be a partner project, which I chose randomly, and no, I’m not changing them. I want you guys to be able to work with whomever, no matter what,” she said, a sense of dread passing through you.

“I would email each and every one of you what the project is about. It is due at the end of the quarter, so I better not hear, ‘I didn’t have time, Miss,’” Mrs. Calderon said before picking up a sheet of paper.

"Here are the partners, so after class, come and check who your partner is so you can start talking about what you both will do." With that the bell ringing, everyone stood up and rushed to the paper, including yourself. You held tightly onto your backpack strap as you waited for people to move out of the way—half of the people bitched about who they got, they couldn’t possibly be that bad.

Your heart dropped to your ass as you read your name—Jungkook squished beside you, looking for his name, only to find it where your finger was already on.

You got paired up with Jungkook. What kind of fuckery was this?

As Jungkook read "Y/n Y/ln & Jeon Jungkook," he couldn’t believe his eyes. He almost lost his mind when he realized it was you when he sat next to you, but he tried his best to act unaffected. However, this was too much of a "fuck you" sign from the universe—Jungkook didn’t think he did something so horribly to be rewarded like this.

What the fuck were the odds, and how could he scientifically prove that it’s not the universe trying to mess with him?

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koostarcandy · 2 years

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hold on

summary: a night where jungkook just wants to give, give and give and he wants you to realize that you can take it all.

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: fluff, established relationship, tw! mentions of sickness, oc is sick and koo just wants to take care of her :((

a/n: because im terribly sick and i need a koo :] okty for reading byeeeee <3 inspired by new years day :)))

jungkook squeezes your hand when you wrap your arms around him. he glances at your zoned out state in the rear view mirror, your sunken eyes visible through the helmet's protective glass. you force your eyes into crescents when you lock gazes, wrapping your arms around him even more tighter. you gesture at the bright green light, prompting him to get home as quickly as possible.

he had mentioned your voice being croakier and your frequent intake of warm fluids. you blamed it on the change of weather, ignoring the fact you were working overtime again. he pointed out your headaches overstaying their welcome, noticing the painkillers from the medicine box disappearing quickly. for instance, this morning, you stifled coughs and said your incessant sneezing was because of the temperature of the aircon. you kissed him goodbye and promised to be back on time for samgyeopsal and soju night.

there was a faint inkling of your monthly tradition not happening but jungkook pushed it aside, putting it on his never-ending worry for your vulnerability to common colds and sore throats. he expected the phone call from you to remind him to stock up on apples and bananas, not you sniffling and asking him quietly if he could pick you up. legitimately dropping everything he had at the moment, firm yet gentle voice telling you to hold on.

"feeling feverish, darling? should i get out our winnie blanket?"

you smile at him referring to your favourite childhood blanket as his own too, lifting your head to look at his concerned face. you nod, not trusting your voice at the moment. jungkook gets the big blanket in minutes, tucking you in almost immediately. after his nimble fingers finish wrapping you up, you lean your forehead to his chest, tired eyes closing at the sudden lull of warmth.

"soup, my love? it'll soothe your throat and your cold," he asks after a while of quiet cuddling. you shake your head and clear your throat, "just give me the fever reducer and i'll just sleep it off, koo."

his gentle features turn stoic slowly, miffed at the fact you're pushing away your sickness like an irritating strand of hair. jungkook reluctantly pulls away from you, kissing your forehead and promising to be back in a few. you figure he's gone to get the pill like you asked, closing your eyes to give yourself a bit of shutdown for a while.

your beloved walks back to you fast asleep, finally. you're adorable in the way you're wrapped, your overworked body getting some rest after a long time. jungkook puts the soup he made in a flask, keeping the warm water and tablet aside. he slips under the covers with you, lips brushing against your heated forehead. cradling your head to his chest, he too follows you slowly into dreamland.

"koo, it's unnecessary, i really don't-"

"shush, you're beginning to sound like a frog and not the kermit way."

jungkook doesn't understand why you're practically pushing him away when he tries to take care of you. he eventually gets you to finish the soup and the toasted bread you requested for. carefully taking the tablet out of it's plastic packaging and pouring the right amount of water, he finds your back turned towards him, suddenly interested in your wallpaper.

knowing that gentle words won't get him anywhere, he shifts you so you're facing him and sitting up, fingers swiping lazily while playing subway surfers. jungkook pauses the game, practically shoving the warm glass tumbler into your hand. silently popping the tablet and chugging the warm water, you hand the glass back, waiting until his focus is back on you again.

"its getting late, you can go back home, you know that, right?"

"i'm still not leaving," he looks at you, "no matter how many times you try to subtly hint it."

"you don't have to do this," you hold his large hands for comfort.

"but i want to," he says resolutely, "i want to make sure you get better and see that you do nothing while being this sick."

jungkook leans his forehead on yours, eyes closing and letting out a sigh of relief when he feels the decreasing heat from you. he kisses your nose, pulling you into his lap.

"i know that you had to do all this on your own but that's not happening anymore, i won't let that happen."

he lifts your chin so you're looking at his galaxy-like eyes, "let me take care of you, please. you did the same and more when i was in your place and now it's my turn. hold onto me, sweetheart." he cups your cheek, his soft lips pressing kisses on your head, "i love you so much, angel."

you want to verbalize your thoughts, tell him that it means so much to you that he's willingly taking care of you. that it's heartwarming he'd rather stay at home with you instead of going out for abit of weekend fun. you're falling deeper for him and you trust him enough to catch you.

you hope and pray that he doesn't become someone you have to walk past in a busy street, heart hurting when he's far gone. you hope you're always there when he turns to you when he's at his happiest and that your arms are always open when the path he takes becomes too long. you find it extremely hard to tell this to him so you hope it permeates into him when you say,

"i love you and i'll always hold on for you."

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mikrokcsmos · 2 years

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Bikini Weather

pairing; jungkook x female!reader

genre; angst, fluff, humor, established relationship

rating; PG-13

warnings; lots and lots of kisses, jealousy in the form of insecurity, reader is body positive yet her own worst critic, koo only has eyes for reader and loves to remind her

w/c; 2,520

a/n; ask and you shall receive. here is the opposite of ‘sweater weather’, bikini weather! like + reblog if you enjoyed. feedback is always appreciated and helps keeps this writer motivated. feel free to send in your own request for future writings! this is a repost from my old account.

this is part two, read part one here.

Your sunglasses that were once perched on your head, now sat on the bridge of your nose in order to block out the blazing rays of the sun on this record breaking, hot day of 102°. The sand underneath your toes felt soft, yet crunchy at the same time. A cool, light breeze had your hair blowing sideways that you decided to keep down for the moment, scrunchie ready and on hand around your wrist. The water was calm enough to be safe for those that just wanted to play in the water, but still garnished big enough waves for surfers to ride comfortably behind the scattered swimmers. There wasn’t a cloud in sight, which meant you were going to need help lathering sunscreen on your skin by your ever helpful and willing boyfriend — Jungkook.

Ironically, when you first met Jungkook two years ago, it was raining. The complete opposite of how the weather is today.

Your outfit was soaked through, your feet hurt, and you cursed the weatherman that lied to you that very same morning when it randomly started to downpour on your unsuspecting, very unprepared, head. Apparently, Jungkook had more of an affinity with weather than you did, and could tell by the clouds alone that there was a slight chance of rain, making the wise choice of wearing casual, but warm clothes, just incase.

He quite literally saved your ‘cute ass’, his words not yours, from dying of hypothermia that day by giving you his oversized hoodie to wear while you waited with him under the bus stop awning for the rain to let up. Spoiler alert, it never did. And right as he was about to offer you a ride when his showed up before yours, the bus came. So, due to his quick thinking, he wrote down his name and number on your arm with a note that offered you to call him if interested in going out on a date. If you weren’t a ghost, that is. You never failed to tease him for that, and always attempted to jump scare him whenever possible. It was a running joke between you two at this point.

Deciding to call him the next day and schedule a date, the rest, as they say, was history.

*******

Jungkook was strides ahead of you, Go-Pro in hand, as he walked through the various beach goers to get a closer view of the vast ocean that lay in front of him. He told you prior to coming, that he didn’t want to miss a single thing on this little getaway trip with you, seeing as lately it’s been very few and far between for you two to have a moment to yourselves. You personally didn’t mind the idea, and in fact, you encouraged it.

Hiking up the bag of supplies and goodies alike that weighed you down with its thick shoulder strap that was secured on your shoulder, your feet sinking deeper than usual into the sand from its added weight, you slowly trailed behind the eager, doe eyed, male with a huff.

“A little help would be nice!” You hollered at his matching Hawaiian flower themed short sleeve shirt and swim trunk wearing figure.

“Sorry, sorry!”

Walking briskly toward your heaving figure, he immediately took over in securing the weighted bag onto his own shoulder, and it made you only semi angry when you saw how he held it with so much ease.

Stupid big, sexy, muscles.

“Geez, baby. What did you pack in this thing?” He jested at you playfully, reaching out to grab your hand with his unoccupied one to guide you to a spot he deemed as perfect for your beach day.

“The essentials, you know? Blanket, towels, food, drinks, sun block for your pale skin—,” his scoff next to you is what cut you off, as you snicker in amusement at his reaction.

“Says the one who looked like a literal ghost when I first saw her from how pale she is.” He retorted playfully, knocking his elbow into your side.

You rolled your eyes at the constant reminder of your first meeting that never fails to come up in discussion one way or another. As he came to a stop, he let the heavy bag drop surreptitiously onto the hot sand and let go of your hand to dig through and find the large beach blanket you packed. Holding it up in victory with a cheesy, bunny toothed smile, you grab one end of the blanket without needing being told to help him lay it out evenly.

Once the blanket is down, do you both plop your butts on top with a content sigh as you stare out into the vast open ocean in front of you, allowing the natural sounds around you from the ocean and people alike to lull you into a meditative state. One that’s broken by the volleyball that rolled in between you from a game being played not too far away from your spot of choice.

A tall, perfectly curved, barely there bikini wearing, long haired, bright smiled woman that looks about the same age as you two, bounds up next to the blanket on the side where Jungkook currently sits. She’s close, so close in fact, that you’re able to make out the butterfly tattoo designed in intricate detail that lays directly in between her rather large sized breasts. The tip of the wings that only slightly curve against them, look as if they’re moving from the way they bounce when she jogs over.

With a sickeningly sweet voice she asks for it back, and even has the nerve to bend over with her hands on her knees to jut her boobs out in your boyfriend’s equally as flustered and surprised face. He glances at you out of his peripheral and you see the way his Adam’s apple bobs from nervousness. Your eyes narrow into slits as you dare him to look anywhere but the beach goer female’s face.

He’s smart. He knows better. So, instead of greeting the female, he angles his body in your direction more.

“Baby? You wanna grab the volleyball for—,”

“Hey! No worries, man. I’ll grab it–,”

What looks to be the male version of the female struts over in a Speedo and unabashedly makes his way to the front of your beach blanket to bend over and pick up the volleyball himself. As he’s straightening himself up, Jungkook notices how his eyes rake over your own oblivious bikini clad figure as he flashes you a pearly white smile.

“You two should join us. We could use a few more players.”

You and Jungkook spare a side long glance at each other, and you both answer them at the same time.

“No, thank you.”

“Nah, we’re good.”

The unexpected duo just shrug your responses off with indifference and make their way back to the previously paused game and continue as if they weren’t just trying to bait you with ulterior motives and admittedly, very fit bodies. The female’s specifically made you glance at your not fit figure with a purse of your lips.

Jungkook saw you staring at your stomach and assumed you were hungry.

“Want to eat some lunch? I made sure to make your favorite sandwiches! With extra pickles this time.” His wide smile slowly melted off his face when you didn’t react to his previous words. That was a red flag in his book, knowing you absolutely loved extra pickles on almost all your food.

You were lost in a self criticizing world of your own, eyes finding various spots and sections on your body that you deemed to be flaws in this cruel world that wanted to do nothing but depict the concept of what perfection should look like.

His words sounded like as if you were underwater, yet you were no where near it. It wasn’t until he placed a hand on your lower back that it woke you from your reverie. Along with his hand was a cooling sensation that made goosebumps appear on your skin.

You blinked a few times, head turning in an attempt to see what exactly your boyfriend was doing. His hands glided all around your back and made their way towards your tensed up shoulders that he gently massaged as he lathered the white, creamy, decently smelling, sunblock on you. Your eyebrows pulled together in confusion.

“Koo? I thought we were going to eat?”

“If we swim first, we’ll work up a better appetite and not cramp up while in the water.”

“Oh, okay.”

He squirted more sunblock into his hands and rubbed them together before placing them on your arms as he kneeled in between your legs on the blanket, his body effectively blocking the sun for a moment as his figure loomed over yours. Angling his body in a way to block not only the sun, but also potential prying eyes, he changed course from your shoulders and down to your chest, making quick work of the skin that was visible. Hunching over, he then moved on to your sides and stomach, the current area of choice for his sunblock assault made you reflexively suck in your stomach as much as you could to feel more attractive.

His eyes flickered to yours at this, though you were pointedly looking over his shoulder at the ocean water when he did so. Maneuvering his body further down the blanket, he didn’t say a word about it, choosing to finish the task of your legs and feet before bringing up the topic. He grunted out a sound of concentration as he made sure to lather every nook and cranny, taking pride that whenever he was the one to do the deed for you, it never failed to result in you not being sunburnt.

“You’re beautiful, you know.”

Your eyes snap to his waiting ones, him still kneeling between your legs as he rubs the excess sunblock on his own visible skin. Helping him like he helped you, you squirted some sunblock on your hands and began lathering what skin you could reach from your position. Within no time, you both were ready for the water.

His hands grab yours once he’s up on his feet to pull you up with him. The ocean kisses the sand of the beach not too far ahead from you, and he leads you towards it, letting go of your hand once you can feel the water rush over your bare feet on the now cool sand to get the Go Pro ready yet again.

While he’s fiddling with the settings, he throws another unexpected compliment your way.

“I love that color on you, it makes your eyes pop in the best way.”

You tug the sunglasses that were perched on your nose down as you look at him over the frames. He’s still not looking at you, and your lip twitches as you fight the smile that wants to form. Of course he would notice that you were in one of your icky moods, and this was his usual way of plucking you out of it without directly confronting you about it. He knows you don’t do well with confrontation.

“Alright. This looks good.”

He nods his head in response to his statement and maneuvers the camera lens in your direction. You hear the shutter as he clicks picture after picture of your shy face that gradually gets less covered from Jungkook fighting you on pushing your hands away from hiding your face. In the last shot, you finally reward him with a wide smile from how much the whole scenario has made you laugh.

He gives a fist pump upon reviewing the pictures and plants a sloppy, wet, kiss on your lips.

“You’ve got a face for a smile, you know?”

You shove your flushed face into his chest as you mumble a half hearted ‘shut up’ into it. His chest rumbles underneath your embarrassed face as he plants kiss after kiss on top of your head, eyes closing as he inhales the notes of lavender and vanilla that permeates from your hair, and he sighs in content cause it’s just so you.

With the Go Pro securely attached to his wrist, he gives your ass a light tap to get your attention – it works. Looking up at him from your position on his chest, his eyes are holding the ever slightest hint of mischief in them. When you tense up, he knows you’re getting suspicious and decides to execute his hidden plan of action.

Swiftly, and effortlessly, he bends down to secure one of his arms along the back of your knees and one behind your back, shifting you so you’re being carried bridal style. Not giving you a chance to react, he’s sprinting you both into the small, crashing waves and you’re holding onto your sunglasses and his neck for dear life as you’re shrieking in both delight and fear. He gives a loud ‘whoop’ as he careens you both until you’re fully immersed underneath the clear, blue water – and, even then – he refuses to let go of you.

Both of your eyes open under the water, your sunglasses now off and clutched in your hand, and you give each other closed mouth smiles as various bubbles rise up to the surface from your noses, a sign to other beach goers and lifeguards alike that you haven’t, in fact, drowned. For a moment, you hear nothing, and it’s just you and Jungkook. The seconds feel like hours as you both savor the blissful descent. Out of nowhere, he surges forward to give you a kiss under water, and you’re chuckling into it as he tickles your sides, the Go Pro light blinking as it captures the core memory of you two for years to come.

Your heads burst out of the water as you suck in a much needed breath of fresh, crisp, air. Your arm is still secured around his neck, and due to his blessed height, your body is half in and half out of the water that twinkles beneath the sun’s reflective rays.

“Jeon Jungkook, you’re lucky I love you.”

You lightly smack his chest in reproach, not mad in the least bit – or, sad, you come to realize with a feeling of sheer warmth emanating within your chest despite the coldness of the water around you.

“I am lucky you love me, you’re right.” His gaze is serious, voice resolute, and for once you don’t shy away from his loving words – you embrace them, let them encompass you in light and love that you know you deserve.

“Scratch that, I’m in love with you, you big cheese ball.”

He nuzzles his nose with yours and gives you his signature bunny toothed smile.

“Who would’ve thought that a little rain could bring so much joy?”

You hum in agreement.

“You can’t have a rainbow without a little rain.”

He snorts in amusement.

“Now who is the cheesy one?”

“I learn from the best.”

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( OMNIA VINCIT AMOR. )

ミ☆ at the end of the day, there is no home like your arms.

⤷ PAIRING jjk x m!reader

⤷ WORD COUNT 7.4k

⤷ TAGS surfer!jk, inferred sex + implied top reader, slight age gap (jk’s 20, reader is somewhere noticeably above him), an angry father (jk’s), mentions of bullying

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stranger danger. disruptive stranger, endangering our coastal constancy.

there's a newcomer, they say, an odd fellow with city-slicker shades and a natural toughness about him like a veteran.

but that's the thing, they whisper. he can't be a veteran. too young. too reckless.

born and raised in his tiny seaside town, population three hundred strong, jeon jungkook has never met anyone who circulates such rumours and gossip. most fresh faces are tourists passing through to prettier sights where the aircon always works and the hot water never runs cold – but this man, they say, has intentions to stay a while.

like every evening, jungkook loiters in the only bar in town. it's a dump, really, with perpetually-sticky countertops and eclectic interior design choices. creased and faded posters line the walls, depicting the town's idyllic shore, with blue skies and bluer waters. on the wall, the same old man has been the employee of the year seventeen times, and the only thing that changes about him is the colour of his shirt.

the only good thing he can say of the place is that it serves alcohol he can't buy at the single supermarket, and that they don’t care who’s drinking unless they’re visually no older than fifteen. he flicks the blue umbrella into the bin carelessly and throws the drink back, hissing softly at the smooth fruity burn down his throat. he gestures for another and the old man complies silently, shuffling around behind the counter as he wipes down the same glass he's been shining for the last hour.

somewhere outside, past the open doors, the deep rumble of a v8 engine perks his ears. it's a gorgeous sound, pleasingly smooth and powerful, and it comes with the heavy crunch of car tires on gravel. ice cubes rattle against his glass.

his feet take him outside, and he peers cautiously around the corner like a child playing hide-and-seek. there, pooled in the sweet honey of the summer sunset, is the stranger.

the slight breeze runs its fingers over his hair, and something like jealousy slips between his ribs as he watches the stranger nudge the door open. in his hand is an engraved silver lighter and he stuffs it into the pocket of his army-green bomber, which he shrugs off of straight shoulders. beneath, he dons a black tank top, and jungkook's breath catches in his throat as his gaze slides over his body, the way his muscles tense and shift as he rolls his shoulders and slings a guitar case over his back.

at first, the inky darkness looping around his arms and shoulders seems like a trick of the light. jungkook's eyes widen – tattoos. a hundred, a thousand, precise black lines cross his skin, glossy with the slight sheen of sweat under the summer sun.

when he turns, jungkook catches a flash of his eyes behind those dark aviators. jungkook spins on his heel behind the door, his heart racing, and prays he was not caught staring.

after a moment's pause, the crunching footsteps stride away, and jungkook sighs softly in relief. he peeks around the corner. a pebble of disappointment drops in his stomach.

the first good-looking guy he sees, and he's a creep about it. he shakes his head, squeezing lingering seawater out of his hair by the handfuls, and pushes it out of his eyes as he returns to his place at the bar.

mechanically, he moves to throw away the umbrella toothpick, this time yellow with pink flowers. he halts just as he leans back to toss it into the bin.

he stares at it for a while, tilting his head. a slumping hollowness fills the gap in his chest. he's no longer a young boy, and all he's ever known are the dusty streets and salty air of this town. the stranger must be from a big, modern city, where they have bright digital billboards and warm restaurants open all day, every day – like seoul or new york, or something. he's seen the movies, watched them subbed and dubbed, but he never remembers much except for the quick chaotic swirl of life they all portray.

maybe, if he was born there instead, he could love. be loved. a church sits across from the bar, rather ironically, and nothing is a family except a man, a woman, and their child born in wedlock.

he shakes his head and crushes the thin yellow paper in his hand, tossing it away. he wouldn't know what to do with himself if he left.

night falls slowly. jungkook nurses another drink, this one blue instead of orange, and draws hearts and smiley faces into the condensation dripping down the glass.

a glint of light. jungkook glances over to the back wall, where a single chair has been set up in front of the wood-framed window. there's no glass – too hot for that – and they're thrown wide open, letting in the cool sea breeze. the waves glitter and twinkle in the background.

the stranger is setting up. he slips his sunglasses to the top of his head and jungkook drinks him in, alcohol forgotten entirely.

amongst the chatter, he sets up his guitar, tuning it quietly. the bar has no sound system but the acoustic guitar is clear and sharp as he strums a slow introduction to a sweet melody.

when he opens his mouth and honeyed lyrics spill out, jungkook knows he's fucked, knee-deep in the shit they call infatuation. the rest of the world seems to melt away, and maybe it's the way his fingers dance nimbly over the fretboard, or the way his head bobs to the bouncing tune, that makes his heart race rabbit-free with desire.

a man sits down with his mates and jungkook leans around them to watch the stranger sing. he radiates a careless confidence jungkook wishes he had everywhere. this man was a complete outsider, yet his voice was strong, rich and smooth as godiva chocolate.

jungkook snickers to himself. he never thought he'd meet anyone whose voice he'd compare to goddamn chocolate, but this stranger was a whole list of firsts.

he lays his cheek on his palm, and he doesn't even mind the sticky counter. he wonders where the man comes from, and how he came across the town – it barely shows up on maps, barely a smudge of civilisation on the coast, far from most other things. he sticks out like a sore thumb among sandals and pale polo shirts with his dark clothes and heavy boots, and jungkook knows the feeling. he appreciates the way his skin shimmers in the sunlight as if dusted with crushed pearls, and a bolt of shame buries itself in his stomach.

he shouldn't be thinking such things about this man. he's a perfect stranger and, for all jungkook knows, a hockey mask-wearing, machete-wielding killer. he can't go gallivanting after gorgeous men without even knowing their names.

time passes like a snap of the fingers. the crescent moon glows in the sky, surrounded by a blanket of stars. the last bar patrons gulp down their drinks and mosey out, calling goodbyes to the employee of the year, and the newcomer packs away his guitar into its case. he kicks the chair back under a nearby table and nods at the old man, accepting a wad of cash, and escapes out the back entrance.

"time to go, boy."

he glances up and nods, rushing an apology, and leaves his half-finished drink on the counter. he almost trips over his own bare feet, and races to the door when he hears that lovely v8 engine roar.

he reaches the entrance in time to watch his car pull out and rumble off into the darkness. he was fast – not one to fluff about. jungkook sighs softly, sinking down onto the porch step and shutting his eyes gloomily.

he had to go home. there was no other excuse he could make.

his eyes open, and as he struggles to his feet, something shines on the edge of the yellow light. he frowns and moves closer, stooping to get a closer look.

a watch?

he glances into the distance, where the man left, and picks it up. the face is cracked down the centre, and the hands are stuck at ten past five. he turns it over in his hands.

i think of you every minute.

he needs to find him.

—

jungkook wakes just before dawn with a raging hangover. he curses, dropping his hand into his bedside drawer and digging around for a pack of painkillers. he finds it eventually, and with his eyes screwed tight, swallows one dry. he sighs and digs the heels of his palms into his eyelids, waiting for the blurring colours dancing in his vision to fade.

he staggers around his mess of a bedroom. his belongings are strewn across the foot of the bed and the desk he no longer uses; the latter is piled high with dirty clothes and jewellery he rarely wears.

he grabs his surf suit and gropes his way through the dark house, dodging his surfboard leaning against the wall and combing his fingers through his curls as he readies himself for the day. his mind wanders and his gaze flicks to the broken watch sitting on the kitchen bench.

he runs his fingers over its vein-line splits and the bumps of the leather strap, worn down with time. he nibbles on his lower lip as he picks it up, battling himself. would it be weird to give it back directly? he wouldn't seem like a stalker, would he?

he sighs and shoves it into the pocket of his zip-up hoodie. he'll make up his mind later.

he spends the early morning forgetting his issues, reclining on his board while the waters bump him out to sea. the waves are calm this morning, and not even the pull of the water towards shore keeps him in place. with just a few strokes he escapes the pull like escaping orbit, and he catches every wave he can, grinning to himself when the white froth crashes over him and sends him tumbling down. he surfaces, wiping his hair from his eyes, and paddles his way to the edge of an oncoming wave, highlighted pink by the glow of the dawn.

when the sun yawns over the horizon, jungkook notices a figure by the sand. he squints, wondering briefly who would be up at such an hour, and doesn't notice the wave roaring closer behind him. he yelps as it crashes into him, burying him under the fluffy white foam.

he gasps and sputters as he crawls back onto his green and purple board, grumbling – he hasn't been wiped out like that for years.

the figure on the beach watches him. he hopes they didn't notice his fumble. they move along the beach, trailing dark footprints in the sand, and jungkook tilts his head as they take a seat against the pier's support beams. they remove something from their back and jungkook's eyes widen at the distinct shape of an acoustic guitar.

he smacks his head against his board. he made a fool out of himself in front of an attractive person – briefly, he wonders how hard it would be to get a shark to eat him at that very moment.

whether or not he should return the watch crosses his mind as the water laps around his knees. it is of no use to jungkook, and it must be important to the man if he carries it around. some selfish part of him urges him to keep silent, avoid the embarrassment of having to speak to someone so obviously out of his league. he sighs.

slowly, he paddles his way to shore, tugging the strap around his ankle impatiently, and retrieves the watch from his jacket pocket after drying his hand on it. his pile of clothes sits inconspicuously under a tree, and nothing he owns is expensive enough to care about losing. no one steals, anyway – they would find the perpetrator in minutes.

he wades through the foamy shallows with his board under his arm and the watch in his other hand. his footprints vanish in his wake with each pulse of the waves, and the warm sound of that guitar makes him gulp and revaluate his choice.

he can still turn around. he does not have to speak to him.

he pauses a metre away from him. he is as stunning as he was the night before, and he's switched out his form-fitting black top for a looser grey tank. jungkook swallows around his anxiety and clears his throat.

he glances up at him through those dark aviators and jungkook twitches a nervous smile. he sticks his board into the soft sand and waves.

"hello." his voice cracks. his face burns furiously as the man smiles slightly, lopsided and charming.

"hey."

his voice really is like chocolate. jungkook wrings his hands and thrusts out the watch.

"i think this is yours," he stammers, "i f-found it outside the bar, and it was where your car was and it's way too nice for anyone here to own it so i thought – so i think it's y-yours. um."

a beat. the man reaches for it, and he slides his thumb over its face with an odd sort of smile, somewhere between gratefulness and regret.

"thank you," he murmurs. he chuckles softly and fastens it over his wrist. "guess i can’t escape it. i'm yn, by the way. ln yn."

"jeon jungkook," he says, almost too eagerly. "i, um, heard you sing last night. at the bar. you were – you're really good."

another smile that has his heart slamming into his ribs. "thanks. didn't think anyone was listening, honestly."

"how could i not?" he kneels on the sand, tucking his feet beneath him. he crawls closer into acceptable conversation distance. "you were amazing! when i was little i always wanted to be a singer, y'know, perform like the idols i saw on television, 'cause it looked so fun and full with fans and a whole band of best friends who i could trust with anything but it's been twenty years and i'm so old and i still haven't gotten around to it—" he halts mid-word as if it is stolen right from his mouth. he laughs and scratches his warm cheek. "and... i'm rambling again, aren't i? sorry. i'm, um, not all that good with people. kind of paradoxical, given that i wanted to be an entertainer."

your smile only widens, fingers tapping absently at your guitar. "you're fine. you said something about twenty years of that? how old are you?"

"twenty." he laughs again, then worries that he's laying it on too thick. "w-what about you?"

you tell him, and grin. "i'm steadily getting up there, so don't you go thinking you're old, kid. who knows – maybe one day you'll get that stage and microphone you've been dreaming about."

he shakes his head, digging his fingers into the soft sand by his knees. "nah. i don't really think i'd be able to leave this place. s'all i've ever known, y'know? it's daunting." he leans forward. "but you'd never feel like that, right? you look like you've travelled the world three times over."

you glance over him, and all of a sudden his skin-tight suit feels invisible, hugging every curve and plane of him. "i do, huh? you seem like you want more than what you're given."

his mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water and he pulls at his collar, hot. was that a compliment? an insult? he hasn't had a proper conversation with anyone for what feels like aeons.

you nudge his thigh with the toe of your boot playfully. "i was wrong, actually. you look like a steaming kettle."

"i-i'm sorry!" he almost squeaks. "i don't know how to talk to attractive people!"

he slaps a hand over his mouth and bolts to his feet. you gaze up at him with amusement and he stutters apologies and backtracks, shaking his head wildly and waving his hands.

he's doing nothing to get him out of the hole he's digging for himself. in fact, he's digging it even deeper.

"hey, hey," you interrupt with a bright grin, "kid. calm down. just – deep breaths, okay? i'm flattered you think that."

"r-really?" this is why he stays at sea. the sea never judges him for his terrible social skills. "oh."

you nod and shuffle to the side, patting the sand next to you. "why don't you sit for a while? i... want to get to know you better."

he does not trust his voice to remain steady, and only nods and sits on his feet next to you. after a moment, he shifts cross-legged, those doe-like eyes of his glimmering as he gazes at you with barely-hidden awe.

you strum your guitar. he traces the shape of your knuckles and fingers with his eyes. you wear a few rings, and your knuckles are big, but not scarred. a boxer? they wear gloves.

"won't the salt air rust your guitar?"

"it shouldn't," you reply. "i'll give the strings a good wipe-down afterwards, and i make sure she's acclimated to wherever i'm taking her. haven't had any problems so far."

he nods, fascinated. he tucks his knees to his chest, watching you play.

your fingers move so naturally, fluttering over the frets as you bob along to a quick tune. it feels powerful and sharp, and the melody flows so freely – like rivers splitting mountains.

then, you begin to sing.

jungkook's heart flutters, as if he's a teenager all over again, watching the popular boys from the corner of his eye laugh and chat with their friends. he never could go over there, introduce himself. quiet boy, odd boy, with his stutter and lisp and silly, silly crushes – he never found comfort in people. they said, run, rabbit, run, and chased him with sticks even when he told them to stop. he was the youngest, always, with his too-big t-shirts and his owlish gaze, and he supposes that's his curse – to be the last one chosen for teams, the only one left without a group for projects.

but then you glance at him, smiling through your song, with your elaborate tattoos and pretty eyes, and jungkook hopes you'll never leave. maybe, if you were nice, you would be his friend – his first friend. maybe you'd stay forever, and maybe he could hold your hand and play with the rings on your fingers when he grows anxious.

"how long are you staying?" he whispers.

you stop singing, but your fingers continue to float over the guitar, plucking and strumming. "a few months, maybe. i take it you've heard some things about me?"

"one of the aunties says you're an army deserter, but i don't think so."

you lift a brow and nudge his shoulder. he smiles into his crossed arms. "how would you know? maybe i am. maybe i'm an assassin and my guitar's actually a gun, like in john wick."

"no," he decides, "i think you're a gangster doing a drug run. mister park's your supplier, right? bartender man?"

you can't help but laugh at that, throwing your head back. he smiles as you shift your guitar, still beaming. "gangster? it's the tattoos, isn't it?"

"w-well, they're really awesome, and they look good on you." he flushes hotly, staring with his large dark eyes. "honest."

"thanks, jungkook," you say good-naturedly, and he warms at the sound of his name on your lips. you say it with such a lovely lilt, as if you're saying his name for him – as if it belongs to him. he nods into his arms, watching the sun rise over the fluffy pink horizon.

"you're welcome," he murmurs, and his heart stutters as you chuckle. "h-hey. do you know how to swim?"

you tilt your head and jungkook shifts onto his knees before you. "yeah. why?"

"have you ever surfed before?"

"can't say that i have." you glance at his board, planted in the sand, and give him a sly look. "if you're offering to show me how, i don't have the right clothes for it."

"you can just take off your pants and shoes." at your dirty grin, his golden skin flushes so dark you worry he might explode. "n-not like that! you can leave your underwear on!"

it isn’t much of an improvement.

"slow down, cowboy," you tease, patting his thigh. "have you eaten breakfast yet? i'll make you something first. then you can ask me to take my pants off."

"wait, you mean – at your place?"

"of course. i trust you not to give the government the coordinates of my safehouse. so, have any favourite meals, jungkook? not to toot my own horn, but i'm not half-bad in the kitchen."

handsome, nice voice, can cook... only god can help him, because he is smitten.

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jungkook wakes up late one day. the sun is already up, and from the way it streams directly into his eyes – ten o'clock, maybe. he curls into the blankets and buries his head into his pillow, tugging it into his chest.

something smells good.

he sits up slowly, struggling to open his eyes, and stretches like a cat in a bed too large to be his own. his body aches, but its familiarity makes him smile, and he swings his legs over the edge of the bed into a pair of slides. he shuffles out of the bedroom, following his nose.

rounding the dining table, jungkook searches with his hands outstretched towards the sound and smell of sizzling bacon. he finds a t-shirt and wraps his arms around it, inhaling the comforting scent of your fresh pine and citrus body wash. he feels your laughter as he presses his cheek into your shoulder.

"good morning, kid."

"i told you to stop calling me that," jungkook mumbles.

"i'm sorry, darling. force of habit. you hungry?"

"mhm. hyung, wanna come out with me today?"

"you know that i'll never be as good as you, right? i don't look half as good as you on that board, either."

he shakes his head, pressing his lips to the base of your neck on the bump of your spine. "s’okay. i like watching you come out of the water."

you laugh and jungkook smiles softly. "you're insatiable."

"only for you."

you shake your head fondly as jungkook sighs quietly into your skin, warm breath fluttering against your shirt. you transfer the bacon to a plate and move out of jungkook's arms, making him whine. begrudgingly, he accepts a plate of eggs, bringing them to the table – you tuck his hair over his ear and slip it over his shoulder, clearing a space for your lips on the nape of his neck. he shivers as your lips trail down his jawline, over his collar, down his shoulder...

"who's the insatiable one now?" he asks, feathery light, and his eyes flutter shut as your hand slips under his shirt, gliding over his warm stomach.

"still you," you hum into his ear, grinning as he arches into you. "see? my little darling, so eager for my touch..."

he whines softly as you take his earring between your teeth and tug lightly. his stomach flips like a gymnast as you grab his thighs and spin him into the kitchen bench. late morning light sweeps in across your home, and everything cold and lonely outside these walls vanishes.

he smiles as he pushes lightly at your arms around his waist, tilting his head back to allow your lips better access to the delicate slope of his neck. "hyung... our breakfast will go cold..."

"that's alright," you murmur with a devilish grin. "i've got other things on the menu."

he rolls his eyes good-naturedly, a flush crawling up his neck. "you can have me tonight like usual, okay? i like routine."

you drop a kiss on his jaw and step back with a teasing shine in your eyes. you place your hands on your hips. "you know, if you only wanted me for my body, you could've told me. i wouldn't have gone to all the trouble of learning how you like your eggs and toast."

hopping off of the bench and into your arms, jungkook twists his hands around the back of your neck and rubs his cheek into your chest. his messy hair, scented always like the sea, tickles your skin.

"but i love that about you," he hums. "you're the only person who understands how i like them done."

"i know you do." you kiss his forehead, printing a minty tingle into his skin. "come eat. if you'd like, you can accompany me to the supermarket after breakfast – in case you've grown tired of staring at the water, day in and day out."

"i like the water. it's comforting – like the stars." he sits down at the table. "always there, always has been, always will be. everlasting – like my love for your eggs and toast."

you laugh, head tossing back, and jungkook can't help the smile that crosses his face. "they're so good that they turn you into a poet, huh? just shut up and eat, darling."

afterwards, he tags along with you to go grocery shopping, holding onto your shirt sleeve and sneaking a tub of ice cream into the trolley when you aren't looking. he huffs, pouting at the tiny cabbage halves sold as individuals – what a rip-off – and you help him find a larger one, nice and bright, from the basket beneath. he jumps onto your kitchen bench and catches an apple you toss at him, digging his teeth into its firm flesh and tearing off a crisp chunk. he tells you, it's a good one, and holds it out for you to accept. with your hands full of milk and bread, you lean forward and take a bite, keeping his gaze steadily all the way; sweeter than sugar, you say, and he wonders whether or not you're truly talking about the apple.

at high tide, jungkook takes your hand and his surfboard and skips his way to the beach, taking warm sandy paths lined by tickling reeds and brushes. he chases the tide, waving over his shoulder with a broad smile, and shows off for you as he drops onto the incoming beast of a wave.

his board glimmers on the water, a spot of purple on the deep blue, and his whoop carries on the wind as he launches himself high into the air, effortlessly gliding down in a perfect barrel roll. the foaming curl rolls over him and he snakes back and forth, cutting his hand through the glittering wave as he readies himself for his next trick.

you stand ankle-deep in the tide, hands in the pockets of your shorts. the curve of the shoreline twists around sun-bleached cliffsides and swaying treetops, and a young trio tries their hand at the next rolling wave. one rudely snakes in front of jungkook and immediately wipes out with a wobble and a cry.

you smile. they could never outshine your darling surfer boy, bright and beautiful as he is.

when the water recedes for the day, jungkook sweeps ashore by the pier. you wait for him – as you do most days – and grin under dark aviators, two ice-creams wrapped in white napkins in your hands. he races up to you and throws his arms wide around your shoulders with a breathless laugh.

you stumble at the force behind his body, narrowly avoiding rubbing ice-cream into his hair. "easy, tiger. fun day?"

"yeah," he pants, "so fun. you saw me, right? you saw?"

"i saw," you hum, pressing the warmth of his dark salt-damp waves against your cheek. "you were a goddamn monster, riding those big waves like that – couldn't take my eyes off of you, darling."

"i'm good at riding big things." he's spent too much time with you. he barely blushes anymore, which is a right shame – it's a lovely look on him, that hint of rosy pink on skin like spun gold. he traces the tattoo peeking out under your collar. "you would know."

"are you sure we're on the same page? maybe you should show me again," you suggest with a glint in your eye that leads to nothing but trouble, "to make sure that i know exactly what you're talking about."

he grins, eyes crinkling at the corners, and reaches for your hand without breaking gazes. he brings your hand to his warm pink lips and kisses your knuckles, running his silky tongue over the thick white cream, and his golden-whiskey eyes glimmer under the sun.

"yummy," he hums, "vanilla. the best out of the basic three – wouldn't you agree?"

"mm." he's a goddamn tease. what you wouldn't give to return the favour tenfold.

"hyung," he laughs, licking up the melting ice-cream cone in your hand, "my eyes are up here."

"but your lips are down there, and all of a sudden i'm very sure we were on the same page just now. are you done playing in the water for today?"

he purses his lips in mock thought, scooping ice-cream into his mouth with the tip of his tongue. "what happens if i say no?"

"then i'll tell you that there's a car over there, one that you seem to adore, that boasts tinted windows and sturdy suspension. haven't you always wanted to... take a ride in it?"

his face lights up. "wait, are you serious?"

"finish your ice-cream before you get in. please. otherwise, you're cleaning up any mess you make on those seats."

he winks and grabs his board, tucking it under his arm. "you won't regret this, baby."

"i'll be the judge of that, darling."

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light warm fingers trace dark lines embedded in your skin. "what does it mean?"

he shivers as your arm cradles him close. "hm?"

"your tattoos," he whispers, warm honey eyes flickering up to yours. "do they mean anything?"

you turn on your side and smile at him, letting him twist his knees around your calves. he is warm, and soft, and the ocean breeze flutters through your sheer curtain drapes. "the big ones don't, really. i was young and stupid and wanted to look like more of a man, whatever the fuck that meant. dragons are cool. tigers are cool. why not get both?"

he laughs softly, eyes crinkling. "i like the dragon. he feels... alive, y'know, when you stretch and move your arms? like his wings are flapping."

"i'm glad you think so," you murmur, stroking his cheek. "hurt like a bitch when the lady doing it went over my spine."

he laughs again, sweet and innocent, and he places his palm beneath his cheek. he taps your chest, gently scraping his nails down your skin. "when i first saw you, i never thought you'd ever look at me twice. funny how things work out."

you tug him closer, linking your fingers over his shoulders with a content sigh. "you're a real pretty surprise, kook, you know that?"

he doesn't need to ask if it's a good thing. he knows it is from the way your lips linger on his forehead longer than they need to. he closes his eyes and smiles secretly into your skin.

"hey, kook?"

"mm?"

"are you happy?"

"of course i am, dummy." he sits up, propping himself up on his elbows. "want me to prove it to you?"

you narrow your eyes at him and he grins, kissing his index and middle finger and touching them to your cheek.

"how was it? did you feel the happiness?"

"i'm not completely sure. i think something fell off during transit."

he rolls his eyes and leans forward to land a big kiss on the same place on your cheek. "there you go, hyung. i love you."

you nod in satisfaction, brushing away the rebellious curl over his forehead that never stays back, no matter what he does to it. "thank you."

"are you going to say it back?"

"say what back?"

he yanks your pillow out from under your head and smacks it into your face.

"ow, ow – i love you! i love you," you laugh, battling the pillow, "i love you!"

you manage to steal it from him and he grabs his own, lifting it high above his head. you catch the pillow before it comes down on you like heaven raining down righteous fury. he squeaks as you tug it across your body, pulling him along until his face hovers an inch from your own.

against his own will, his eyes dart briefly down to your lips.

the next smile you give him is charged with familiar affection. "i love you – i love my darling surfer boy with galaxies in his eyes."

"better," he breathes, "for now. one day, i'll get you back for that."

your smile fades. a crease mars your brow as you place your hand on his hip. "jungkook, you know i'm..."

"i know," he interrupts. "let's just pretend, okay? pretend as if your house isn't full of boxes."

he lowers his head to your chest and you know the conversation is over. he returns to tracing your tattoos, humming a soft melody, and you hold him tighter. if only you could forget enough to pretend, for the remainder of the morning, as if your wardrobe doesn't hold only two outfits left.

an hour later, jungkook flicks on the kitchen light.

"you've been avoiding us, son."

he flinches and whips around; his mother sits at the end of the kitchen bench, cupping a mug of tea in her hands. her eyes are downcast. his father stares at him, his arms crossed over his chest, behind the counter.

"i'm n-not avoiding you," he replies, and hates the weakness in his voice.

his father glances at his clothes and jungkook turns away, folding his arms. blue shirt, loose shorts. the lingering scent of pine and citrus. "those aren't yours."

"what does it matter if they aren't?" he retorts. "would you rather me mess up your floors, dripping water from my suit everywhere?"

"watch your tone," he snaps, "boy. those clothes are his, aren't they? that man with the boy-racer car?"

jungkook scoffs. "what do you want me to say? no, they don't belong to him? whatever – we’ve already been over this. i'm going to my room."

"stay," his mother pleads, shutting her eyes. "please, jungkook, listen to your father."

jungkook bites his tongue.

"you will not mess around with that man any longer," his father demands. he lifts a hand as jungkook opens his mouth to argue. "don't bother pretending as if you aren't. we're your parents. we know these things. he's no good for you."

"and how would you know?" he shoots back. "have you ever spoken to him? no! all you know of him are rumours from people who haven't even met him!"

"do not raise your voice at me!" he thunders. "i know trouble when i see it, boy, and that man is it. do you even know where he's from? where his family is? for all you know, he could be a married man!"

"i trust him to tell me important things!" he knows how damn pathetic he sounds, like the teenager in a coming-of-age movie believing with all their heart that they know best. "i don't need to know every detail of his life, and i certainly don't need you lecturing me about him!" he bites the inside of his cheek. "can't you... just be happy for me? i have never, ever, met someone who cares for me like he does. he makes me feel special and – and loved, and he doesn't poke me with sticks or laugh at the way i talk."

"not yet, perhaps. but he will. you'll see, jungkook. do you really believe that a man like that can do anything but break your heart? he is covered in tattoos, for christ's sake. you'll be nothing but a vague memory the second he pulls out of our town."

"would a man who'd forget me in a day remember how i like my toast? buy extra sunscreen with his own money because he knows how fast i burn through mine? would a bad man care so much for me?" he cries. "you barely cared when i came home, crying, because of the kids at school. w-why do you hate that i've found someone who won't shove me off a cliff as a prank? i'm an adult, whatever you may think, and i can make my own decisions on who i love!"

his father leans over the counter, his expression grim and severe. "that man does not love you, jungkook. he's so much older than you. he's using you, taking advantage of how damn naïve you are – you're temporary, son. if you know what's good for you – of course you do, you're all grown up – then you'll stop seeing him. you'll get a full-time job, or go study, and forget that he ever passed through here."

jungkook's hands ball into tight fists. his nails dig into his skin. "he makes me feel important," he mutters. "he makes me feel. before he arrived, all i did was bag groceries and surf and now, because of him, i look forward to waking up. even if he is all that you said, why won't you just let me make my own mistakes? is it really him that worries you, or the fact that you're no longer the only influence on me?"

“jungkook!”

he shakes his head, fisting the blue shirt at the collar. it is soft and smooth and still warm. "i'm not a child anymore." he takes a deep breath and lifts his chin. "i love him. i love ln yn. maybe for a year, maybe for forever, but all that matters is that i do. the way he makes me happy is all that matters. i don't care what you have to say about it because even if i believed you, i can't turn it off. i love him, and he loves me, and i'm leaving."

he strides up the stairs, ignoring the shouts of his name, and his heart hammers in his chest as he shuts his door and grabs his duffle bag, throwing open his closet doors and shoving in clothes by the handful through the brimming tears.

he has never spoken to his father like that. he fears the heavy steps and the loud voice but he finds that he doesn't care – there is nothing he can do to make him care because he has a man who loves him unabashedly and will hold his hand and kiss him silly in front of the church steps.

"he'll never let you come back to me."

he never even heard the door open. he glances over his shoulder – his mother leans against the white frame, wide eyes tracking his every move.

"i'm sorry," jungkook mutters, rolling up a pair of shorts. "but i can't stay here. i-i've already overstayed my welcome a couple of years. it's time i moved on from this stupid place so i can finally—" he inhales "—be free."

"with the tattooed man?"

"yes. he's gentle." he shoves a handful of cables and charging docks into a side pocket and drops his phone inside. "he's gentle when he wants to be and he's been nothing but gentle with me. if everything works out the way i hope it does... maybe you can meet him. one day. at our home, maybe, and i'll have that dog i've always wanted."

"please don't leave, jungkook. he just doesn't want you to be hurt—"

"no. i'm going." he zips up the bag and slings it over his shoulder, glancing at his mother. his voice softens. "i'm sorry, but there's nothing you can say that will make me change my mind. i'll call you, okay? and send pictures of the meals i cook, so you know i'm fine."

"jungkook, please." his mother catches his arm. "you're my only boy, you understand? i know that all children have to spread their wings eventually, but i never thought that it would be like this. stay."

he shakes his head and pulls himself out of her grasp. "i love him. i love him and i'm so much happier for it." he sighs. "i'll talk to you tomorrow, mother."

he sneaks out the back door, little bare footsteps nudging apart blades of cool dewy grass, and he knows the path home like the backs of his eyelids. he picks up the pace when he reaches halfway, and he prays he's not too late.

you open your front door to round brown puppy eyes. "kook? what's wrong?"

"i wanna come with you."

you blink, at a loss for words. he slips inside the bare room, all the parts of you packed away into your car. early morning light smooths long pale shadows along the tiled floor.

stepping closer, you take his chin between your thumb and forefinger and tilt his head up, kissing him gently. he melts into it, his lips slightly chapped but with the lingering sting of his mint toothpaste.

"hm. no alcohol." you consider him silently and he shuffles his feet, gaze flicking over your face nervously before darting to the ground. "i don't think the floor is all that interesting; chin up, darling. what made you change your mind?"

he exhales shakily. that is not a no. "you make me really, really happy, hyung," he admits. "like... i wake up excited to love you, y'know? i keep catching myself thinking about the future – one where i'm with you. i think about reading books next to you, exploring restaurants with you, getting a dog with you... doing warm domestic shit with you." he lowers his eyes to the floor again, roughly rubbing the back of his hand with his thumb. "it's okay if you don't feel the same. i just wanted to tell you before you left."

you separate his hands and rest your temples together. "who told you i don't think like that, too?" you murmur into his ear. when you pull back, your grin is broad and bright, and hesitant excitement bubbles in his stomach. you gesture to his bag. "is that really all you're taking?"

"y-yeah! the important stuff."

you beckon, hand outstretched, and jungkook slips the strap off his shoulder and places it across your palm. you jerk your head towards the open front door, behind which waits your car, the boot open and filled with boxes and bags of memories lovingly tucked away between layers of paper and bubble-wrap. your guitar rests in the backseat. jungkook jumps down the front steps as you place his bag on top of the others and shut the boot, glancing back over your shoulder.

"you nick my kit anyway," you grin. "c'mon, then. you can ride shotgun."

for the first time in many years, hope sparks like a flare in his chest. he crashes into you, arms tight enough to make you wheeze, and buries his cheek into your shoulder.

you stroke his hair, closing your eyes. "are you sure you want to come with me, darling?"

"certain as the sun."

he steps back, hands loose on your arms, and smiles – giddy, glowing, and gorgeous. poetry's never been your strong suit but even you can see the magic between his lines of verse.

you slip your hand into his and bring him around to his seat, but stop before he can step inside. you slide off the sunglasses from atop your head and flip them around, setting them on his nose, and he laughs quietly, nudging them up with his knuckles. he presses a light kiss to your cheek and disappears into your car, tugging the door closed, and you shake your head with a smile as you take your place next to him and behind the wheel.

the engine roars and he sits back, finding your hand on the gearstick. behind the sunglasses, his eyes glimmer with all that is good and bright, and his chest tightens as if he's run a marathon with the growing familiarity of a thudding joy.

"so," he breathes, his voice bright with curiosity, "where to next?"

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march bts archive ♡

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Put it on me

authors ⇢ @jimilter pairing ⇢ jimin x reader genre ⇢ smut; humor; pwp; strangers to lovers rating ⇢ +18 | minors do not interact word count ⇢ 8k summary ⇢ When you signed up to model your cleavage for a jewelry commercial, no one bothered to tell you it wasn’t gonna be a solo shoot. It’s unfair being blindsided and you want to protest, but A-list model and flirt extraordinaire Park Jimin’s steel-cut abs have you kinda tongue-tied. And then you get kinda too busy thinking of other ways in which you’d like him to shut you up. why i loved it ⇢ honestly just straight porn, but super well written and with amazing descriptions and jimin is like, the sexiest menace alive, paired up with a ridiculously gorgeous reader. it’s unhinged and funny and i can’t get enough of it. ⇢ my full review (with spoilers!)

hey, it’s me.

authors ⇢ @yoongiphoria pairing ⇢ namjoon x ex!reader genre ⇢ angst; kinda lovers to exes rating ⇢ PG-13, but the MJ's blog is +18 only word count ⇢ 0.5k why i loved it ⇢ MJ has this amazing talent of conveying big, everlasting and devastating emotions with simple, delicate words. she writes a ridiculously small drabble and represents all the loneliness one can feel, and is so creative too! the whole voicemail concept from closer is used so cleverly here, this feels like a punch but in the best possible way. ⇢ my full review (with spoilers!)

the one with yoongi, netflix, and zero chill

authors ⇢ @eoieopda pairing ⇢ yoongi x reader genre ⇢ fluff; fuck buddies to ? rating ⇢ +18 | minors do not interact word count ⇢ 1.1k why i loved it ⇢ if jade being the author isn’t reason enough, i wanna say this drabble has soft yoongi and delicate, domestic intimacy with a very confused reader lol, it’s super sweet and it’s a birthday story too 🥺 ⇢ my full review (with spoilers!)

Double Take

authors ⇢ @magicshopaholic pairing ⇢ hoseok x oc genre ⇢ angst; idol!au; unrequited love; neighbors!au; brother’s best friend!au rating ⇢ +18 | minors do not interact word count ⇢ 11.7k summary ⇢ Years after telling the neighbourhood brat to get a life, Hoseok does a double take when he realises she’s no longer the skinny kid who worshiped him once upon a time. why i loved it ⇢ i don’t often read unrequited feelings stories, but this one is just… mesmerizing. the best coming of age story i read in a minute, and written with such eloquence and with such interesting stylistic choices! you take zero seconds to empathize with the oc and i think it was so worth it, it made me lay for hours trying to process exactly how it made me feel. it’s part of a series, but you can read it as a one-shot and that’s why i felt like i NEEDED to add it to the list: it deserves so, so much praise! ⇢ my full review (with spoilers!)

Covert Affairs

authors ⇢ @minisugakoobies pairing ⇢ spy!jungkook x spy!reader genre ⇢ angst; crime; rivals to lovers; smut rating ⇢ +18 | minors do not interact word count ⇢ 4.3k summary ⇢ The five times you cross paths with legendary spy Jeon Jungkook. why i loved it ⇢ this was just so perfect, the teasing and tension between the characters was amazing 🥵 if you like that sherlock x irene dynamic of rivals who are attracted to each other you HAVE to read this — but pay attention to the warnings! ⇢ my full review (with spoilers!)

all you’re giving me is friction

authors ⇢ @hot-soop pairing ⇢ surfer!seokjin x lifeguard!reader genre ⇢ travel!au; angst; smut; fluff; strangers to lovers to enemies to lovers. rating ⇢ +18 | minors do not interact word count ⇢ 28.3k summary ⇢ You’ve graduated! Congratulations - you’ve got one thing checked off your parents ten year plan! Now all that’s left to do is start your dreary office job, drag yourself up the ladder to CEO, marry your (as yet unknown) dream guy, and carve out some time to pop out a few kids before your ovaries shrivel up… Except all of that sounds horrendous, and you’d much rather spend the next three months at Hoseok’s beach house with your closest friends - relaxing, partying, and sleeping late while you still can. And it would be your last perfect summer break, if it weren’t for the most irritating man on the planet (and his chickens) living next door. why i loved it ⇢ seokjin has chickens and he names them after league of legends characters, and i think that’s about enough evidence as to how amazing this story is lol. for real? i was laughing, i was smiling, i was crying: it gave me EVERYTHING i could’ve asked for ⇢ my full review (with spoilers!)

mixtape

authors ⇢ @jungblue pairing ⇢ yoongi x reader genre ⇢ college!au; podcaster!au; humor; smut; fluff; strangers to lovers rating ⇢ +18 | minors do not interact word count ⇢ 15.6k summary ⇢ Two mystery students from your college run the podcast dubbed ‘mixtape.’ It’s become a sort of phenomenon around campus, listened to by almost everyone. In their most recent episode they discussed various study methods… One of them being oh so tempting. why i loved it ⇢ this fic is just so unbelievably charming, istg. all the dialogue is ridiculously interesting, and yoongi’s dynamic and chemistry with the reader just made feel like a teenager with her first crush. is really fucking amazing, i was completely in love with the story right off the bat. ⇢ my full review (with spoilers!)

the lingerie era

authors ⇢ @yoon-kooks pairing ⇢ yoongi x reader genre ⇢ neighbors!au; fluff; humor; smut; friends to lovers rating ⇢ +18 | minors do not interact word count ⇢ 10k summary ⇢ Sending Min Yoongi, aka your ridiculously hot neighbor/childhood friend, a photo of yourself in lingerie might be the best or stupidest mistake you’ve ever made. why i loved it ⇢ min yoongi teasing the hell out of reader and struggling to communicate like an adult is my favorite trope lmao. this story is so sexy and so wholesome and so fun and so— *ahem* anyway, this was 100% worth it, i loved every second 😭 ⇢ my full review (with spoilers!)

liar, liar

authors ⇢ @eoieopda pairing ⇢ hoseok x reader genre ⇢ fuck buddies; smut; pwp rating ⇢ +18 | minors do not interact word count ⇢ 5k summary ⇢ Hoseok suspects that you’re “phoning it in” while sexting and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t call your bluff. why i loved it ⇢ dom!hoseok. that’s it. that’s the reason (ok maybe jade’s writing too because everything they touch is perfect but that’s beside the point), oh and so much teasing y’all, this is a dangerous one. ⇢ my full review (with spoilers!)

what, now?

authors ⇢ @nabiolive pairing ⇢ jungkook x reader genre ⇢ fluff; smut (pwp); friends to lovers. rating ⇢ +18 | minors do not interact word count ⇢ 13.6k summary ⇢ For as long as you and Jungkook have been friends, your feelings for him have been unrequited. Or have they? why i loved it ⇢ to be honest this wasn’t in the list until yesterday, but then i decided to get through some of my trl and read this and… god, it’s just way too good. jungkook with freaking dick piercings and a sweet confession that leads to the most affectioned yer rough smut out there lol, please read this 😩 harrow is such an amazing writer i can't possibly stress this enough ⇢ my full review (with spoilers!)

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moonleeai · 1 year

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♡⃛♡⃛♡⃛ Jimin x Jungkook : Jikook Pistilverse drabble -> posting soon!

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♡⃛♡⃛♡⃛ Yoongi x fem reader : Words can cut like paper on a fingertip.

♡⃛♡⃛♡⃛ Jin x fem reader : Foodtruck! au, Hawai'i, Surfers and Foodies

♡⃛♡⃛♡⃛ Namjoon x fem reader x Tae(?) : Pool Party / love triangle

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kookiecrumb · 3 years

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jjk || Rolling Wave

pairing: surfer!jungkook x richgirl!reader

summary: In order to win an Australian surfing competition, Jungkook dates the daughter of the man who holds it every year. He'll quickly learn that he isn't the first to do so. (Loosely based off of Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice).

genre: angst, smut, fluff !! good ending.

warnings: fake dating angst, smut*, oral (m&f receiving), alcohol consumption, use of the word wh*re, making out, brief breastplay, jungkook is a user and so is y/n, macrophilia, vivid description of drowning, description of being stabbed/blood warning

rating: M (18+)

word count: 9.3K

a/n: this is my baby. please be gentle with her. i wrote her with a lot of care and poured my heart into her. i love her. i hope you love her too.

"It's not a sport, it's a lifestyle."

"Surfing."

...

"Kids out here, ride from Arizona just to ride our waves. These are California waves."

"These are Cali waves."

Jungkook emerges from beneath the waves, his hair whipping back, spraying salt water. He wipes his hands over his eyes and nose, taking a deep breath in and looking back towards shore."I wiped out," he huffs, getting ready to paddle back to shore. Looking up at the clouds, he has about twenty minutes before that storm moves in. Today would be his last day taking advantage of that nice spring tide.

With his legs on either side of his board, he lets the current carry him out. He waves to his friends out on shore, poking at a bonfire with their boards buried in the sand.

"That's it boys," he yells, cupping his hands around his mouth. "Let's go home."

With a towel hanging from his shoulders, Jungkook rubs his hand over his abdominals. His wrists are covered in cloth bracelets, some of them promises he's made to people he'll never see again. He grabs a chip from the snack table and pops it in his mouth.

"We're crashing at Hoseok's today, we gotta do some grocery shopping before we head to the next beach," Namjoon says, packing up the leftover beer into the cooler. "Headed North about thirty minutes from here."

Jungkook shifts his weight, listening attentively as he catches his breath. "Can we hit Pleasure Point?" He adds.

Namjoon raises an eyebrow, glancing over at Yoongi for confirmation. Yoongi shakes his hand 'maybe.' Joon nods side to side.

"I just came back from Brazil. Unless you're willing to take that 15 hour flight from LAX to Sydney with me, I suggest we relax a little," he laughs.

The fire flickers wildly, creating shadows on Yoongi's face. He smirks. "No way."

The moon peeks from the clouds, creating a reflection out on the ocean.

Namjoon looks past Jungkook's shoulder, catching sight of the boats passing by on the horizon with their lanterns. "Look," he points.

Jungkook looks past his shoulder, turning his body. "Weird, we never get boats."

"Do you think it's a...g-g-g-ghost, Jungkook?!" Yoongi cackles, poking him.

He rolls his eyes, snatching Yoongi's fingers. "No. Stop, jackass." Namjoon pinches his glabella, frustrated with these two idiots.

"C'mon guys, help me pack up. It's almost eight and I told Hoseok we'd be there by eight-thirty." He stands up and starts to fold his chair to put in the back of the Jeep.

The other boys join in. Jungkook hauls the cooler and tents, Namjoon carries the surfboards to strap them up top, and Yoongi gathers the miscellaneous shit.

The wind flows through his hair as he grips the frame of the car while Namjoon drives. They ride on the winding roads that run along the edges of the cliffs near the ocean. Yoongi lays across the back seat, texting some chick he met Saturday at Kim Taehyung's birthday party.

Jungkook reaches back, and snatches the phone from him with a smirk. He reads what's written on the glowing screen. "You're cute too," he reads in a mocking voice, "I can't wait to see you again tomorrow. The party is at seven, right? And how am I supposed to get in again…"

Yoongi sits up and violently grabs his blackberry back. "Fucker," he grunts. Jungkook is amused.

"It's puppy love," he goads."Relax, you met like yesterday. We don't know her yet, why are you inviting her to Hoseok's?"

"She's hot," he defends.

"Does she have a nice personality?" Jungkook asks, half-jokingly.

"Yes!" Yoongi chimes.

Jungkook isn't a huge party person. He goes to make connections. Those are valuable. Guys who come to Cali to experience the Golden Coast take a pit stop in Santa Barbara to do their business or whatever. Their sons come with, along with their wallets and influence.

"Whatever," Jungkook looks out across the coast with his aviators perched upon his nose. The crash of the waves against the jagged rocks, foaming and fizzing, dragged back out by the tide could be heard over the radio.

The loose linen of Jungkook's shirt thrashes against his body. They're two miles from their destination.

There must be ten buggies parked outside Hoseok's. Namjoon lets out a sigh that sounds almost disappointed. He taps his fingers against the steering wheel before hopping out and shoving his lanyard in his pocket.

Jungkook plants his feet on the asphalt and follows them inside.

"Boys, boys, boys…" Jung Hoseok has two blondes on his arm standing at the doorway, wearing an unbuttoned polo shirt with his beach shorts and sandals. He lets go of them, reaching out his hand to shake with Namjoon.

Jungkook purses his lips to keep from laughing. He hasn't changed a bit.

The first time Jungkook had met this high roller was at a frat party at UCSB. He was sitting at the center of attention in the living room, retelling his famous Adam Sandler story for the nth time. His wild gestures and projecting voice gained him a reputation on campus beyond that of his father's name. He knows how to keep the attention of a crowd, and this was what made him useful to Jungkook.

"Thought you could slip right under our noses, stop by Santa Barbara and not visit, yo--" He pointed at all three of them, severity in his tone, "Don't you come by here without talking to me, got it? We gotta keep in touch, it's what we do."

Namjoon nods, holding his hands out in front of him in a relaxed position.

Yoongi's already made himself at home, kicking his feet over the couch, laying upside down. He's texting that girl again.

Hoseok's eyes fall upon Jungkook, his hands in his pocket as if to appear non-threatening. "Hey, champ," he hugs him briefly, patting his back casually. "Good to have you, Great to have you," he corrects himself.

"Great to see you, Hobi, great to be here," Jungkook confirms. Hoseok's eyes check him up and down, impressed with his composition.

"Right," Hoseok rubs his hands together, clapping them once. "Would you all follow me into the kitchen? We have a lot to discuss and I'd like for it all to be done before," he whips out his watch, giving it a once-over, "Seven."

Namjoon nods in his direction, indicating for Jungkook and Yoongi to follow him down the expansive hallway. Paintings of the shore decorate the walls.

Rarely, Jungkook passes by a portrait of Hoseok in his younger years, wearing a proud grin in his suit and tie. He must have been sixteen or seventeen. His head is tilted upwards, as if he's looking far off into the distance with pride. A few paces ahead, a family portrait is fixed on display on the adjacent wall.

The picture is adorned with grand and intricate etchings on the frame, emanating an intimidating feeling of luxury. Jungkook pauses before it, examining it.

Hoseok pokes his head out from the kitchen, a smug look on his face. "Nice, right? That one's old. We're taking a new one next week in Gwangju."

Jungkook frees his eyes from the portrait and walks forward. "Cool," he says, banaly.

The Jung kitchen has character. It's old Italian-style, with cherry wood floors, complimentary cabinets, and charming granite countertops. The sink is located on the island, parallel to the stove which is fully electronic. The kitchen is open to a cozy livingroom area with a full view of the cliffed coast, the ocean churning beneath. The warm light of the iron chandelier is the only light.

Hoseok's hands spread like wings across the countertop, his eyes flickering up to meet the solemn stares of the men before him. Jungkook pouts, his mouth agape as he listens closely to the words about to be uttered. Namjoon tucks his hands under his arms, taking a defensive stance. Yoongi holds a receptive posture, holding his wrist in his fist.

"Let me make one thing clear," he dictates, "That is, we are not to mob him. We are to coerce him. Mind you, this man has a monopoly over Rip Curl and Gold Coast. This is the only chance Jungkook has to convince him to tip the balance in his favor. If you blow this, we're done. Don't you dare show your face in this house again," his eyes sat on Jungkook. "Don't you dare."

Jungkook makes a highfalutin face, then shakes his head.

"Right," Namjoon chimes in. "Now tell us how you're going to make it work," he deflects.

"I was getting to that," Hoseok hugs his triceps.

"Then say it," Yoongi says, bluntly.

"I was going to, you little sh--" He sucks in a breath, clenching his fist. "Okay. He has a daughter, she's not bad looking, Jungkook just needs to ask her out and boom. Babygirl's boyfriend always wins."

Jungkook rolls his eyes, unfolding before the table. "Fuck, Hoseok. You couldn't have said that in the group chat?"

"No! Group meetings are chill," he whines. "Besides, I needed you guys here early so you could help set up for the party." Come to think of it, the place is kinda trashed.

"Why didn't you get your girlfriends over there to do it?" Yoongi gestures over to the pair laying across the couch in a lounging position, watching television.

"Carly's favorite show is on, and Melanie just got her manipedi," he says, obviously, "Mind you, I'm not ruining her manicure by forcing her to make charcuterie boards. Do you know how hard it is to cut fruit and handle deli meats with long nails?" He pauses, as if expecting them to answer.

"No," Jungkook resounds.

Namjoon stifles a laugh, amused by their interaction. "Look, whatever. Let's help set up the party."

Jungkook's hands slice the food with precision, minding the blade as he prepares a presentable dish for tonight's dinner party. Namjoon is on dusting duty, making sure all surfaces are clear of any dust or grime. He works around Jungkook, swerving his paper towel past his station.

He throws the rag in the laundry bin, having done his part. "You're a good kid," he pats Jungkook's back before checking up on Hoseok in the dining room.

"Doubt it," Jungkook breathes, putting down his knife. He scoops the mixed bell peppers in his tattooed hands, transferring them into a bowl for the stir fry. He covers them as he checks the fridge for any decent cuts of meat.

Come to think of it, Jungkook is, indeed, not a good kid. At all. He's a total dick, and he knows that. He knew it when he dumped Abigail Williams in the ninth grade because she got braces. He knew it when he cheated off of Fredrick Dunbar on the final exam, the only reason he got to be on the soccer team next semester-- hell, he even spiked the votes for homecoming king in his senior year just so that he would go home with Jessica Roberts that night, wine, dine, and sixty-nine her.

But for some odd reason-- for some off-putting and perhaps even cynical reason-- Namjoon was convinced that Jungkook would do right by him.

The only reason that Jungkook hadn't fucked up being a professional surfer is because of that miraculous faith that his manager and best friend had in him.

For the first time in his life, he was doing something by the book, and it instilled a sense of pride in him. He would have to throw that all away if he was going to pretend to be interested in you tonight.

Jungkook adjusts his tie at the dinner table, sitting across from you and your father. He eyes you, hinting at his attraction. No doubt, you are a very pretty girl. It would be a breeze to declare that you had stolen his heart the very first night he saw you. It would be a romantic and convincing story to your father, who is currently cutting his steak, conversing with Hoseok, the man of the hour. All he has to do is sit there and look pretty, charm you.

You have your legs crossed politely as you eat dinner, eavesdropping on the conversations happening at the table. You aren't the talkative type, you'd much rather keep your ears open. Perhaps the men will let something slip, something useful. You're cunning, and Jungkook will soon realize this about you. For now, you're just a pretty face, something to conquer.

Namjoon wipes his face with a napkin, putting a champagne glass to his lips as he continues his discussion of geopolitics, slowly transitioning to the topic of the competitions your father is hosting very soon. "You're hosting the Rip Curl soon, isn't that right?" He asks, although he knows the answer. "Jungkook here is looking to compete," he mentions casually, patting the boys back.

Jungkook nods with a courteous smile, peeling his eyes off of you for a moment. "Yes sir, I am. And might I say, I'm quite taken by your daughter."

You nearly gag on your champagne. You haven't even talked to the guy, and now he's making moves on you through your own father? You can't tell if that makes him a total hunk or just a pretentious fuck. Dad sends a smile your way. That's your cue to say something.

"Thank you," you reply, vivaciously. His eyes soften, as if he takes it to heart. You aren't quite sure what his goal is. It doesn't scare you so much as it intrigues you.

Later that night, the men are playing pool in a separate room while you're left to your own devices.

In the darker parts of your reflection, the ocean and the glittered sky is visible. You're hypnotized by it. You approach closer, feeling called to the waves like a sailor to a siren, finding a strange serenity in the hushing of the water. Placing your hand against the cool glass, you shiver.

"Hey--"

"Ah!" You jump.

Jungkook erupts in laughter. "Your face!"

You don't find it nearly as funny as he's making it out to be. "That's unfair. You snuck up on me. What do you even want?"

"I came to properly introduce myself, and I came to apologize. I didn't mean to hit on you in front of your Dad. That must have felt awkward," he approaches you with his hands behind his back. At least he's self-aware, that's good.

"That's okay," you say. His eyes settle on a necklace that hangs delicately around your neck on a silver chain.

"Is that a locket? Can I see it?" He releases his hands, lowering his tone. He's handsome from this angle, tall, well-built, with pretty skin and almond eyes.

Your hands reach to the back of your neck as you unclasp the locket, handing it in his wide, open palm. He struggles with the clasp before opening it, relieved to see it is not a picture of your boyfriend, but of your mother.

"She looks so much like you," he says. "That's so sweet of you, to keep her close to your heart like that?" The clacking of the billiard balls followed by a mix of groans and cheers are heard in the background.

"Shouldn't you be playing with my Dad?" You take the necklace back from his hands, hastily clipping it back around your neck.

"I would much rather play with you, doll," he hums.

"Nice," you say, sarcastically. You want to deny him badly, but there's something undeniably attractive about the way he handles himself. You wonder how he'd say your name. You must introduce yourself now.

"My name is Y/N," you interrupt your shared silence.

"Y/N." It melts on his tongue. "A pleasure to meet you. I'm Jungkook," he takes your hand and kisses it. It's obvious that Jungkook does not come from a background of wealth, so it feels almost sarcastic to witness him acting so gentlemanlike.

"Pleasure is all mine, I am sure," you assure. Before you could notice, you're significantly closer to him than where you had initially started. In that brief moment, a thought arises in Jungkook's mind, but is interrupted.

"We should keep in touch, right? You're going to fly out to Sydney soon? You'll need someone to show you around the city," you ramble.

"Yes, I want that," he hums, reaching into his pocket for his phone. He hands it to you. It's touchscreen, so you simply write down your contact on his notes app.

"Cool," he breathes, putting it away.

The guys have wrapped up their last game, and you have a flight to catch tomorrow morning. You know your dad's going to have a hangover, and that's going to be a pain in the ass to deal with.

"I'm so sorry," you shake your head. "I need to go, we shouldn't have stayed this long." It's impossible to walk in these heels, you don't know why you wore them.

"Having a Cinderella moment, I see. Okay." Jungkook remarks while you're looking through your bag for your phone to call the chauffeur. Putting the phone to your ear, you nod goodbye to Jungkook and escort your father out of the house, silently thanking Hoseok for the dinner.

Jungkook puts his hands in his pockets, his jaw stretching into a yawn. Sweet, he's got your number. That was the hard part. Now all he has to do is message you tonight and he's got the competition in the bag. He celebrates by pouring the last of the Don Pérignon into a flute and drinking it, bottoms-up.

He makes a sour face, holding the glass far from his face and shrugs. Rich people have weird tastes.

Late in the night, Jungkook turns over in his bed, awake. He lays in the center of the bed, a comforter pulled over his naked body while rolls of thunder crash. The wind whips the rain against the window. Echoes of memories not quite within reach for Jungkook flash like lightning in his consciousness. He rubs his eyes and sits up, groaning. There's a pounding in his head he cannot seem to get rid of.

He's coated in his own sweat, facing a painting that covers the wall opposite to him. The art is abstract, and barely any light reaches it. He tries to make something of it, but to no avail. It just looks like meaningless blobs.

"The ocean is a meaningless blob," he rasps. It's quite an intelligent statement. He's right. What is the meaning of standing on what's basically a long piece of wood and propelling yourself back towards shore, from whence you came from? It's a learned skill. It's about performance and agility. Jungkook is an athlete, just as the person who painted this painting is an artist.

Part of being a competitive surfer is getting up at 4 AM to catch a 8 AM flight to Sydney with a layover in Honolulu

Before the sun rises, Jungkook rises.

That being said, it takes every fiber of his strength to not collapse on the guest bed and sleep through the morning. The thought of sinking his teeth into Namjoon's famous breakfast sandwich is his sole motivation to leave the bed.

Yoongi emerges from his room. He totally dipped during the dinner party to hang out with that girl he likes.

He looks tired as hell. He's hanging over the countertop, brewing his coffee with a remorseful look on his face.

"You're a happy camper," Namjoons comments, throwing a pad of butter on the pan, hearing it sizzle.

"Don't wanna talk about it," he mutters at Jungkook, who's passing by to grab a pain au chocolat.

"I didn't ask," he snarkily replies. They need to keep quiet because Hoseok is still sleeping upstairs. All the bags are in the front, and everything they need is with Namjoon. Jungkook takes a bite of his pastry.

When it's time to leave, the kitchen is clean, and the sky is just beginning to change color. It's six in the morning at LAX.

Checking in, getting through security, and finding the correct terminal were all tedious. All of the documents were in place, and everything went relatively smoothly, but Jungkook anticipated getting on the plane and taking a nap for the entire flight.

There would be no internet on their flight, and Jungkook didn't feel like watching the shitty in-flight movies, so he decided to take a walk around one of those airport bookstores that sold magazines and pillowcases and such.

He immediately grabbed a pack of gum, knowing from years of commercial flights that chewing gum helps with depressurizing his ears after take-off. His favorite flavor is spearmint, although peppermint is okay, too.

He scans the shelves for anything that resembles a drama. No one knows that about him, that he's a sucker for a good historical drama. There was something about the language that enticed him. Everything was much more romantic back then.

So, you might be wondering, at this point in the story, why Jungkook is so stubborn about love if he's such a hopeless romantic. The answer to that is that he recognizes that love is simply that, a fantasy. He could date to marry, spend years struggling with the marriage only for it to end up as a messy divorce over some adult bullshit like fiances.

He just doesn't see the point of a real relationship. The fake one he's brewing up with you, though, that's business. It's just politics. He can work with that.

Namjoon, however, has an opposite philosophy when it comes to love. He has dated two people since Jungkook first met him, and both of them were long-term relationships that ended on good terms. But that's because Namjoon is just the perfect guy, isn't he? Jungkook thinks it makes Namjoon weak, but in reality, it's because he's afraid of that kind of vulnerability and therefore struggles with intimacy.

Jungkook realizes he's been staring at the cover of Cosmopolitan far too long for it to be normal. He clears his throat, grabs the book he wants along with the pack of gum, and pays at the counter. The flight is boarding soon, and he can already hear Joon shouting for him.

Good morning, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome aboard. This is your Captain speaking. On behalf of JetBlue, it is my pleasure to welcome you aboard flight 561 with service to Honolulu and continuing service to Sydney. Our local time is 8:29 AM, 6:29 AM Honolulu time. We should arrive in just under six hours, that is 11:29 AM in Honolulu. We are not expecting turbulence this morning, so it will be a smooth ride there. Once again, welcome aboard, and enjoy your flight.

"Here," Namjoon hands Jungkook a blanket he packed. "I got one for Yoongi too," he grins. He has a whole bag of snacks, water, a first aid kid, and the Ziploc bag with all of their documents labeled with their contact information at his feet for easy access. Jungkook isn't surprised in the least. Namjoon typically overthinks this sort of thing, and when he overthinks, he obsessively plans.

Jungkook just smiles and takes the blanket. He knows how much it means to him.

The long, winding roads of Sydney have always reminded you of Italy. The influence takes one by surprise; who would have thought that a country on the opposite side of the world would have so much influence on the architecture, but the rugged stone walls and hanging lights that weave through the narrow walkways mirror those found in a city like Rome or Florence.

You're lucky enough to own a property on the water. It was modest, at just under three thousand feet. You never spent too much time indoors, anyways. There's always something to do out there.

The Westfield shopping centre is the place to be. It features your favorite luxury stores, in the hands of the people who have known you by name for years. You've never had an unsatisfactory experience. The exuberance of the environment exhilarates you, it is so good to be back in Australia.

But you didn't come visit just to shop. That would be a shame. You had people to meet, places to be, Aussie men to flirt with. You place a phone call to your chauffeur. You'll be going out tonight.

You've gone to your fair share of clubs in your youth, but tonight didn't feel like one of those nights. A visit to one of your favorite social spots, that doubles as one of the most famous cocktail bars in Sydney, will do the trick.

There's a special someone who's on your mind, though, and you almost squeal upon hearing the news that he's landed safely in your city. Mr.Jeon Jungkook, your latest boy crush and the guy you've been talking to for the past few days, will be meeting you there.

He's wearing sunglasses indoors like he's famous.

"I don't know who you think you are," you smile. He looks like he's an undercover celebrity or something. You approach him, leaning over on the bar counter. He's holding a thick glass of craft beer, flashing a smile.

"Nice to see you too, doll," he leers. He puts down his glass and hugs you, the coldness of his leather jacket against your skin. He's wearing cologne, a deep and mysterious sandalwood scent with a vanilla undertone. You squeeze him one last time.

"So you're competing this weekend? Rip Curl is a big deal," you hum, keeping your hands on his chest with a smile.

"I am, I landed this morning. I still can't believe they canceled my flight. The only one available was one three days later, so I was stuck in one of the best surf spots in the world for three days…" Jungkook hisses sarcastically. "Total bummer."

"Well you're just in time," you assure. With a quick gesture to the bartender, you order your regular with a side of wings. "The night is young. This is just our rendezvous point."

Jungkook raises his glass to that.

Back at the hotel, Namjoon is looking over the registration for the competition. This schedule has to be on point. He leans back on his chair in front of his laptop, scanning that everything's there before shutting it down and pushing his chair out from under the desk.

Yoongi emerges from the bathroom with a towel resting comfortably over his adonis belt. His short black hair covers half of his face, his lips in a small pout. He walks to his bed, opening his small suitcase.

"He's out with y/n." Namjoon checks his phone for the time. "I'm pretty sure he's getting laid," he laughs.

"Even love is politics to him, I kinda feel bad for her." He grabs his deodorant out of a small toiletry bag.

"I have this feeling about her, I don't know," he sighs.

Yoongi shoots him a disapproving look."What do you mean?"

"I think he might fall for her. She's beautiful...the exact opposite of him, but beautiful," Namjoon says, reaching for his hoodie on the bed. "It's not long before he realizes his tough guy act is bullshit."

"Jungkook would sell his left nut before he admits he has feelings for someone," Yoongi scoffs. Namjoon shrugs.

"Only time will tell."

The movie starts at eight o'clock. You and Jungkook are only a little buzzed outside of the theater. He smells faintly like beer, but you're too in love to care. He has you in his arms, rocking you softly and laughing at an old funny story.

It's cold, and you use that as an excuse to wrap your arms around Jungkook's waist, under his jacket. His chest rises and falls softly, the timbre of his voice buzzing against your face. He gathers the wisps of your hair and tucks them behind your ear. If Dad saw you like this he'd have a heart attack.

He's perfect. Throughout this whole day, he's been nothing but an angel towards you. After you met up at the bar, you went for some late night frozen yogurt before spending the entire drive making out in the backseat of the car. Your lips taste like strawberries, and it drives him wild.

"C'mon doll, we gotta get inside," he hums.

"Do we have to?" you sigh, prompting Jungkook to check his wristwatch for the time. The time reads seven forty-five.

"Yesss~" he insists, unlatching you from his waist and firmly weaving his fingers into yours. He rubs the back of your hand as you walk into the theatre, the scent of popcorn and the cold air hitting you both. The film begins shortly.

Throughout the film, Jungkook's arm is around you, and he seems to pull you closer with every passing minute. His lips chastely kiss the top of your head, relaxed by your scent. For a moment, he slips out of his cover, just to watch your eyes.

You're so perfect, it feels like a dream. You're kind to him, and you talk to him like you're genuinely interested in what he has to say, even if it's dumb.

Walking home, he explains his wildest stories about highschool parties, following them up with nostalgic conversations about his favorite TV shows, citing the significance that Power Rangers had on him and his dreams as a kid.

As you walk beside him, you watch the way his eyes light up looking back at you, a stifled smile peeking through his lips. For a moment, you're his.

The brilliant moon dazzles, the playful reflection of it glittering in the peaking water in the distance. The lights of the city, warm as a fire, are a gentle glow and a heartwarming welcome to the boats docking at the port.

Your house in Sydney isn't as lived-in as you'd like it to be. The walls aren't bare, the cabinets aren't bare, but the cleanliness of the place is off-putting. It is a summer home that you bought to retreat with your boyfriends and have parties when you were younger with friends you had met at your Dad's contests.

There were so many men you had met just like Jungkook. They're handsome, young, and want to win your Daddy's surfing competition, and you want someone to keep your bed warm for the night and your heart full, no matter the means. It occurred to you that your value, according to the men who dated you, waxed and waned like phases of the moon depending whether or not your Daddy's going to host a competition.

That was fine. It was your fantasy. Going out all day with Jungkook, pretending like he gave a shit about your feelings. He had to fake it to make it, right? You couldn't blame him if you tried. You knew.

Still, you take him upstairs and tell him to undress. Still, you tell him you want it badly. Still, you drop on your knees and pull his cock out to kiss the tip like he's yours.

Your tongue coats the entire slit, sweeping below to suck and kiss at the underside with his hands grabbing at the bed sheets. He gasps and whines, his eyes fluttering with pleasure as you adorn his cock with your pretty mouth. You take it in your throat, hollowing your cheeks and bobbing softly, his thighs flexing as the tip of his pretty dick brushes the back of your throat. Jungkook strokes your cheek with his thumb, warning you that he'll cum if you don't let off.

He pants wildly, his hand carding through his long, black hair. There's the look you're looking for. He's desperate. God, you love it when the desperation fills their eyes. They always fuck you harder when they're desperate.

He uses you as a pawn. Jungkook is a politician. He uses sex like a tool in order to get what he wants. You're a whore and love being one, love being used by the men who win the competition because you love being their trophy. You encourage him to use you like that.

Fuck you like that.

Feel you like that.

Take you by your pretty pearls and fuck yourr pussy raw until it drips with the victor's cum.

He manipulates you to where his head is buried between your legs, kissing, sucking, licking and thrusting at you with his tongue while his hands are settled on either one of your thighs, firmly keeping your hips connected to his hot mouth. He explores your texture and taste, amazed at just how much arousal replenishes itself when he teases your clit enough. His chin coated with your arousal, he shifts up to kiss you with vigor, hissing as his cock slaps against your abdomen. It's heavier than you're used to, girthier than you're used to. That thrills you.

You spend a moment fishing for a condom in your nightstand before ripping the foil package and hastily rolling the lubricated latex down his entire length, keeping his eyes on you.

You readjust yourself, your thighs draping over his thighs casually as his lips clash with yours, hungrily groaning while his hands press his tip into your tight cunt. He groans instantly, cursing under his breath.

He leans back with a wry smile painted on his face. "Fuck, you're tight. My tongue didn't stretch you enough, did it, doll?" You play with the hair on his nape, shaking your head, amused.

"Mmmh…" you hum. He cautiously presses in, his fingers making light work of your sensitive cunt, tracing small and tight circles on your clit as he fills you out.

You tense, your mouth gaping open in surprise as a wave of arousal. Slightly concerned, Jungkook hovers over your face, examining it before feeling you clench hard around him and coat him with it. "Hhoooly fuck,"

You caress his jaw, enticing him closer to kiss your lips deeply as he penetrates you. You retreat softly, opting to kiss his mandible, instead.

His body pulls and pushes you like waves crashing on sand, his body tensing and releasing as he engages each muscle to please you. Just as the tide rolls in, he comes in to reap your abundant pleasure from your body until the sun surges beyond the blue horizon, rippling water refracting its rays in an elegant, shimmering dance.

You're early out of bed. You've made it a habit to get up early to greet the day, because every day deserves to be seized. The potential excites you.

You shower, cleaning every surface of your body and covering yourself in the perfume of your soaps. The steam cleanses you, leaving you feeling refreshed. You come out of the shower, a simple robe wrapped around your body. You sit at your vanity, opening up your collection of perfumes and beauty products. Jungkook hovers over you, his clothes thrown on him.

"We fucked on the first date, so you're definitely going to win, aren't you? You're a winner, Jungkook," you say as you do your makeup in front of the vanity. You snap your foundation close, watching for any blemishes in your skin.

"What are you talking about?" Jungkook smiles, approaching you confidently. "Of course I'm gonna win, I'm the best competitor," he says with no hesitation.

"Hm," you sigh. "Do you think you're the first to have this idea, Jeon? Date his daughter, he'll do anything to make his babygirl happy? Newsflash!" You smirk.

You put your gloss down and meet his eyes. He's terrified. He's horrified. He's more naked than he was last night at this very moment, and he doesn't know how to handle himself. A kind of numbness radiates through his body.

"That's right," you hush. "Now...Listen closely."

All the color flushes from his face, his pale complexion next to ghostly, even in the morning sun.

"At this point I don't care if you're just using me, truth is, I know you are and what happens next. All I ask is for you to be my little fantasy for this week and pretend you love me even when you're leaving me."

"It's not much to ask, Jeon," you bat your pretty eyes. "Just be my little boyfriend. You win the competition, I get to feel something again."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Jungkook snaps out of it, pushing you off of him. He shakes his head. "What the fuck are you talking about?!"

"I'm talking about the fact that we both need each other. You don't love me, Jeon. You're a businessman, snap out of it." You're right. This is all fake, and that's how he wanted it.

So, as to why it takes all of his strength to not scream out another lie, Jungkook is left without an answer. This is all that he's ever wanted from you.

"Look," you sigh. "There's a benefit to us being together, just like there was a benefit of a relationship between a duke and a princess. You want that gold, don't you? I want you," you hum, caressing his face.

"Don't be a pussy about it."

Jungkook reaches for your hand and plucks it off his face, lowering it while staring deeply into you and then fleeing.

You're left standing in your own bedroom, contemplating his reaction.

Namjoon picks up his fork at the downstairs breakfast bar, shoveling scrambled eggs into his mouth as Yoongi sits opposite of him with his arms crossed.

"The eggs are not going anywhere…" Yoongi slurs, watching Namjoon with an amused sneer. Namjoon shoots him a look and continues eating.

"Good morning!" Someone who looks like they work at the hotel approaches their table. Namjoon puts his fork down and greets her.

"Good morning. Can I help you?" He says.

"Yes! Actually…" The girl is blushing, as if she's embarrassed for asking. "Aren't you Jungkook's manager? Is he in town?"

Yoongi eyes her. "Yes?"

"Well, I was wondering if I could get an autograph? He'll be competing here tomorrow, right?" She sheepishly pulls out a small, folded photo of Jungkook at the 2005 junior championships in Santa Barbara and hands it to Yoongi.

He looks so young here. He's actually got some light in his eyes, wearing a genuine smile. The picture depicts him running out of the water with one of his antiquated boards under his arm, confident in his run. Yoongi purses his lips and glances up at the fan.

"Yeah, sure." Namjoon takes the picture from Yoongi's fingertips and takes a good look at it. "I don't know when he'll be here, though, so no promise--"

Across the dining room, Jungkook appears with his hands in his pockets, clearly ticked off about something. He is visibly a mess, fidgeting with his bracelets and not making eye contact as he paces toward the table.

"Uh…" Yoongi trails, puzzled as Jungkook snaps open a silver sharpie and scribbles a signature on the photo, handing it back to the fan.

"Hey, thanks for supporting us," he nods before dismissing her. Jungkook forces a smile towards his friends and walks on his way toward the elevator. They share a look before gathering their belongings and following after him.

"The competition is about to begin, so everyone who is spectating, please proceed to the designated seating area!" A coordinator booms through a megaphone. There's a slight drizzle, the soft sand polka-dotted with rain. Your feet are buried in it and you're sitting with your binoculars on your lap facing the ocean. Today is humid; the excitement and anxiety in the air hangs heavy.

You cross your legs, glancing down at the itinerary. The venue is pretty empty, except for a few very important spectators who your Dad invited to witness the competition. They're all from the world surf league, judging prospects and looking over statistics in order to calculate whether or not someone's worth sponsoring. It's all very tedious work.

In the parking lot, Jungkook is fumbling with his swim short strings, tying them together loosely. He adjusts his bracelets and takes a peek at the ocean. The waves look a little choppy right now, but they should clear up by noon. Right now the only thing on his mind is performing.

"So, what you don't want to do," Namjoon begins, handing Jungkook his surfboard, "is to not take risks. The WSL likes ambition, they want to see you attempt those more difficult jumps." He sets his hands on his hip, looking him once over. "Got it? Your head isn't in the clouds is it?"

"Nah," Jungkook sighs. "I got it. I know I do," he pulls his shoulders back. Namjoon has never seen Jungkook so down about a girl. It's ridiculous.

In Namjoon's perspective, Jungkook has never been one to wear his heart on his sleeve. He was dangerous to fall in love with, the kind of guy that your best friends would whisper about during class or rant about in group calls to their best friends.

Seeing him like this was another kind of unnatural. The vulnerability made him soft. "You weren't like this when Hoseok told you the plan. You were all for it. Now, what's wrong?"

Jungkook does something he'd never thought he'd do previously. He pouted. "Cause...she's like," his voice gets quiet. "Cause she's hot…"

Namjoon raises an eyebrow. "Cause she's hot? You're fucked up, on that sweet shit for the girl you weren't supposed to get attached to?" He has to bite his lip to keep from laughing. Namjoon just says, "okay," instead, gesturing towards the entrance of the beach. "Go on."

"If Yoongi were here he'd laugh at your ass," Namjoon yells. From far away, Jungkook shakes his head.

He couldn't help it. Yesterday was the most fun he had in years, and it's something he'll keep in his heart forever. You're not interested in him, though. At least, you won't allow yourself to be seriously interested. It was like something out of a novel.

He thinks back to the romances he's read, about how the male protagonist was always forced to shift his perspective to then become a better man and finally get the girl.

He knows he should be respectful and give you your space. It's true that he is using you, but would it be entirely wrong of him to fall in love? It's not a bad thing to fall in love. He needs to be clear about how he feels about you. Maybe then you'll consider him. Right now he needs to get you out of his head.

The rain clears, the sun peaking through the clouds that paint the sky. A rolling wave emerges from the deep, marking the beginning of a long competition day.

It goes well, Jungkook is high enough in the ranks to win this thing, regardless of any interference. He might not even need your help. Proudly, you point to him as he completes a routine. "That's him, look."

Your father is busy speaking in a semi-huddle with his friends, not paying the slightest attention to the show. The judges are only barely watching Jungkook, buried in their clipboards. It's a rainy day, so no one really came out to see him.

Afterwards, you encounter him walking back to his stand after finishing his round. He screws the cap off of a water bottle and chugs it all down in record time. "What's up?" He pants.

"You were great out there, almost like you didn't even need my help."

"Oh yeah? Well maybe I didn't," he says, keeping a straight tone. He breaks into a smile, indicating that he's just playing with you. The way his chest fluctuates with every breath gives you flashbacks to last night when you were on top of him. Before you know it, you're spaced out.

"Uhm," he stutters. "Are you okay?"

"Mm? Oh," You lift your eyes, "Yes, mhm."

His face falls, remembering the state he had left you in earlier. "Hey, before I forget...I wanted to talk to you about what you said this morning? What did you mean by all of that, that thing about you being the princess and me being the duke?" Jungkook buries his board on the sand and stands before you now.

"That it's obvious we're using each other. You do like me because if I go out with you, you'll win the competition, right? I like you because I get to pretend...you're my actual boyfriend," you admit.

"What if I actually had feelings for you? What would you think then?" Jungkook implores.

"Do you have feelings for me, then?" You laugh. That's a ridiculous idea. What scares you is that he looks serious. How dare you even entertain it. He's a user. You've known his type, and they don't change until they're broken. You doubt you're the one to change things for him.

To Jungkook, you look insulted. His confidence is shot down, so he falls silent. Your eyes are on him, awaiting a response, still. "I do, actually," he says.

Clap!

A loud rumbling or crashing noise is heard after a blinding flash. Wind rushes through the judging tents, the rain pattering loudly against the roofs of the cabanas. Everything goes dark apart from the blazing lightning that erupts from the sky.

People come rushing into the cabanas, grabbing everything they can and running off the beach. Jungkook remains, his feet planted on the ground as wind thrashes his shorts and whips around his hair. "I like you, y/n. You can disqualify me from the competition, give the gold to someone else, I'll still like you. You're someone I can let my guard down around, I don't know." He mumbles. "You're a good person," he says, with his whole chest.

"I'm really not," you shake your head. "Even if I was, did you expect me to just forgive you for using me anyway so that we could date?"

Jungkook struggles with his thoughts before composing an answer. "Yes. I thought you felt the same way," he replied.

"I don't," you lie, gripping your itinerary. "We're having fun, but I need this to be temporary. I'm sorry."

Far in the distance, a voice calls out for Jungkook. He keeps his eyes on yours, filling with grief and utter despair. With hesitation, he turns from you and runs off with his board above his head, through the heavy rain.

The moment you saw his face when you'd uttered those words you regretted it. If you take back what you said now, you'd seem insincere. Maybe it really is for the best. That's what you tell yourself when you get on that flight back to New York City.

When Jungkook was younger, he thought that the world would be his. He felt like it already was. He had a sense of wonder about the world that persisted throughout his childhood. He was a shining light for all those who he came across. Maybe he wasn't the best student, but he didn't mind, so long as he enjoyed life to the fullest.

His Dad would drive him out on the weekends to the ocean, letting him lose himself in the endless waves. When he got back, he'd always sleep through the night.

Surfing became his biggest escape, and his best friend. It was his therapy and his refuge. Even when Namjoon couldn't console him, the ocean could. When his first girlfriend broke his heart, and left it shattered in pieces, he'd surf to get his mind off of the pain. You were the ocean that he let himself drown in.

You, with your disregard for what he felt for you. You, with your lustful intentions. You had abandoned him. Anger overcame him, one last fight against the forces pulling him into the abyss.

He lashes his body forward in an attempt to swim, but fails to tread the water.

Water fills his lungs and weighs his chest, his body aching with agony. It was as if you'd driven a blade through his chest and withdrew it, leaving a bleeding chasm of unrequited affection. You cast him off your ship, and as he sinks to the bottom of this boundless ocean, he keeps his eyes open to the twinkling sunlight seeping through the water, reaching for him. It is the last thing he sees before his body surrenders to the cold feeling, and he sleeps.

The following months go down like this: you continue with your life without giving Jungkook a second thought. Classes take up most of your time as the year matures, so little time is left for you to contemplate anything other than getting into graduate school at UC Santa Barbara. You want to feel like you've earned it, even if you probably didn't.

Jungkook goes back to California, having won gold at Rip Curl. He was approached by countless agencies and sponsors regarding the medal, but he turned all of them down, claiming he'd be on hiatus for personal reasons for the following season.

Namjoon discourages the decision, and they eventually go their separate ways. Conversation between them ran dry after a handful of weeks. They ran out of things to say to each other. Jungkook wasn't bitter about it. He understood.

Yoongi's still around. He did end up finding love with that girl he met at Taehyung's party. They're doing well. They're celebrating their two year anniversary together next month. Jungkook couldn't be happier for them.

As for you and Jungkook, when it comes time to update his phone, he loses your number. He does wonder about you, periodically. He heals.

Now he sits by the edge of the ocean, overlooking the horizon. He takes a breath, his feet in the water. It is a beautiful day today.

"If it isn't Jeon Jungkook," you say with a smile.

Jungkook whips his head back. "Y/N?!" He rises from the sand. He struggles to regain his balance, in disbelief. "Y/N!"

You nod frantically, grinning. He throws himself into your arms and hugs you the tightest he ever has. "Oh my God," he sighs. "What the fuck are you doing in Cali?"

"I'm doing my masters at UC Berkeley! Hoseok said you still lived around here, so I...kinda took a shot in the dark." He squeezes the life out of you, truly happy to see you again.

"Wow, that's great for you," he lets go, smiling bittersweetly. "Wow."

You shrug and set your bag down. "Also, I came to apologize for...literally everything that happened between us."

Jungkook shakes his head softly, keeping one hand on your arm. "No, you don't have to apologize. I fucked up too. I thought I was too good for love back then-- that sounds stupid," he laughs.

"No, it doesn't, really, it's fine!" You interject.

"Anyways, when you challenged that, I guess I kinda broke out of it. I should be thanking you."

There are a few key notable differences about Jungkook. He's cut off all his promise bracelets. He's wearing a big straw hat, an old pair of Ray-Bans, a button-down Hawaiian shirt, and colorful swim shorts, an outfit that he would have made fun of a retired surfer for wearing.

He seems a lot calmer, especially during your casual coffee date. He's telling you all these stories about how he navigated life after Sydney, and what he does for a living (he fixes cars and does odd jobs on the side). He's actually taking a few financial literacy courses at community college.

"So do you have, like, a wife now too, or?" You ask casually, bringing your coffee cup to your lips.

Jungkook laughs. "No, actually."

You pretend you're surprised. "Oh~"

"Surprising, right? I've always been such an eligible bachelor," he hisses, a smirk growing on his lips. "No. I'm single," he says with a sweet undertone.

"My ex left me the day I told him I was headed west. He couldn't handle the long distance," you sigh.

"At least he was honest." He forks a section of his waffle and eats it. "I could, I just haven't really…" met anyone quite like you, he wanted to say.

"Yeah, me neither."

In Jungkook's eyes, you've only gotten prettier. You're a little more reserved. It seems as if your days of going through men like dirty laundry are far behind you. He has to ask."How do you feel about yourself lately?"

"Weird question…" you trail.

"Oh, I'm sorry, is it like...personal?" Jungkook stammers.

"No, it's okay," you place your hand over him on the table. "I feel a lot better. I'm ready to move on and start something new. California is it for me."

"You're getting my hopes up," he jokes. You give him a sincere look, indicating that he may be correct about your intentions. "Y/N...you didn't come all the way over here to UCSB just for the law program, did you?" He slowly realizes.

You shake your head. "No, I didn't."

"You came here to find me, didn't you?"

"Yes, I did."

Jungkook's eyes flicker down, contemplating what happens next. "I don't know," he concludes. "I want to get to know you better, for who you are now."

"That's fair. We were kids, right? Playing games with each other's hearts like it was nothing." Silence grows between you, not one of discomfort or contentedness, but one holding tension that one might identify as heated anticipation. It's almost sexual.

"Both of us," he says, "Both of us did things we regret. I don't regret falling for you." Jungkook wedges his fingers between yours on the wooden table. His hands are so warm. You're reminded of the day his body was tangled between yours, and how he embraced you.

You talk all night. You talk about what went wrong. You talk about what went right. You talked about his goals, his plans, his situation. Now that you're here maybe he'll consider going back out and catching a wave of two. He confesses that he hasn't grabbed his board and headed out there in years. You listen, intrigued by him and how much he's truly opened up.

He seems so much happier now. You can see it in his face. The wonder he had as a child has returned to his eyes. He no longer has to run from his feelings. "I'm so proud of you," you hum.

You hadn't taken notice until now, but it's now dark out.

The night sky sparkles above you, through the glass of the diner. The place is empty now. You're the only remaining couple still occupying a table.

The lights are dim, and there are only a few employees still tending to tables. They're whispering about some old rumor concerning the boss and his failed marriage.

"It's so late," you yawn, leaning on your hands.

"So it is," Jungkook rubs the back of your hand with his thumb in adoration. "Do you have a place to stay for the night?"

"No~" you whine. You're too tired to think.

"Would you let me take you home?" He asks, taking his credit card out of his wallet to pay. You nod. Two old movie tickets slip out of the leather. They're from that one day. Curiously, you pick them up.

"Did you actually keep these?" you laugh, softly.

"Mhm…" he hums. "It was one of the best days of my life." He holds them between his fingers as he pays the bill. He carefully tucks them back into his wallet afterwards.

You leave the booth, making sure everything was there in your Burberry purse before walking out to his car.

Down the road is the ocean. Waves crash against the shore loudly. Jungkook walks out into the parking lot, his footsteps tapping against the moonlit asphalt. You stay behind to watch, sitting on the curb of the pavement. The sounds of crickets surround you, a strange yet beautiful lullaby. You have a feeling you're right where you're supposed to be.

a/n: happy holidays.

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Waves

Genre: surfer au, fluff

Words: 1508

Paring: Surfer Namjoon x reader

Warning!:Blood, drinking

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The sun shone brightly over your head, assaulting you with its hotness. Sweat rolled over your body as people laughed around you. Summer had really taken over your city and the beach had never been more crowded than now. You were relaxing under some shade, your friends playing in the water. In some ways did you love the summer, like the longer days and all the colors, but when the weather got like this, you just hated it.

“Y/n! Come play!” Seeji called from the sea, waving to get your attention from your book. She couldn't see your eyes behind the sunglasses you wore but your head moved to look at her, only to be distracted by someone else.

A wave reached for the sky, your body shuddered at the height of it. However, it seemed like the guy riding it wasn't scared at all. He was far out on the sea but you could still see him moving over the water. You sat up, mouth falling open at how cool he looked. He took the wave like nothing, coming from it unharmed. His friends cheered, each and everyone of them sitting on their own board. You could hear them laugh, some praising the one who had surfed the wave. Seejin had stared at them as well, surprised at how good the was. The group of people paddled towards the beach, moving closer so you could see the surfer up close. He had blonde hair, damp from water, and he wore a white shirt which were slightly see through. You tried to not stare too much at his thighs. His skin was golden and you gulped as he got out of the water. He looked like a god, smile dazzling. But the image was broken as he took a fall, surfboard landing on top of him. His friends laughed and you found yourself grinning at him, not noticing Seeji standing by your side.

“He’s cute..You should talk to him.” she smirked and you blushed, shaking your head no before turning to your book again. The surfer guy didn't leave your thoughts for the whole day and you missed him even when you had no clue who he was.

A fire burnt for no reason at all, the night not cold enough for it to give more warmth. Alcohol was passed around, people laughing and screaming in joy. Seeji was somewhere, probably challenging someone to jump into the water. You sighed, drinking soda instead of the slowly disappearing vodka. Seohyun sat besides you, her hair up in a bun and voice loud as she spoke to the others by your little fire. A guy you were pretty sure was named Taehyung argued with her, arms moving around the air, eyes wide.

“Ochako Uraraka is so much better than Kacchan!” Seohyuns nostrils flared, her hands waving in the air as Taehyung clicked his tongue, clearly disagreeing.

“Absolutely not! He’s so much better than her! Right Namjoon!” you heard heavy steps come your way and your eyes left the dancing flames to climb up a tall muscular white shirt clade guy..none other than the surfer.

Your eyes widened, heat creeping up over your cheeks as this Namjoon smiled with dimples. His hair looked soft, a shrug answering his friend. He sat down by Taehyung, long legs folding. He was drunk, you could see it on his eyes, but he was calmer than the tow arguing over anime. You felt small, wanted to go home or find Seeji, however, you couldn't even move as Seohyun threw her arm around you.

“Well Y/n agrees with me!” Namjoon glanced at you, smiling.

You wouldn't forget this night for a long time, the surfer standing up to sit by your side, forcing Taehyung to sit by his, in the moment, worst enemy.

“Well you two can battle it out..”he grinned, getting a really offended look from his friend.”I’d rather discuss Sherlock.”

You gaped at him, the title of the book you had been reading the day before leaving his lips. Stars shone over your head and Namjoon save them in your eyes too but he wouldn't admit it in a long time.

“I thought you didn't like the beach?” Seeji smirked from under the parasol, her eyes sparkling with mischeave as you watched the surfers move over the waves, searching for blonde hair.

“I don't dislike it nor do I like it, I’m simply indifferent to it”a blush grew over your cheeks, hidden due to the warmth.

“Well your not so indifferent to the blonde giant..”Seeji huffed out, leaving you with your mouth opened as she ran towards the water.

Now began her mission as a wingman to get you together with the clumsy dude she had seen drink sea water the day before.

“Jungkook!”she had walked out to the youngest of the friend group, her hips covered by water.”I need a favor!”

“Sure”a smirk spear over her face. She was ready to do anything to get you and Namjoon together.

“No.”

“I wasn't even finished!”Seeji whined over the phone, your head spinning slightly due to just having woken up. Your book laid by your side, irking you to grab it.

“It doesn't matter...you’ll ask something dumb..Like if I can help you steal a car.”

“That was one time!”she huffed out loudly, voice slightly slurred due to alcohol.”And I apologised!”

“Okay, what do you want then?”

“I have some friends who are having a party right now..”

“No”

“Y/n!” she whined once again. “They are nice! I promise!”

You sighed, getting deja vu like you once had this conversation before. The day slowly slipped to evening outside your window, cooling down enough to not die sweating. Maybe you should listen to Seeji but then again, she always had something up her sleeve.

Sipping on melon water, your eyes scanned the house. Some picture frames hung around the house, shoving different stages of life, colors in brown. The music was loud, echoing in your head. Seeji was telling stories by the couch and you hoped to god that she wasn't talking about you.

“Namjoon hyung! Don't!”a shirk left Jungkook, his bangs hanging in his eyes. The boy had tried to stop his older friend from pushing the bottle over. A series of curse words left Namjoon at the loud clank of shattering glass.

You gasped as he bent down to pick them up, muscles moving under his shirt. In a split if a fraction was Namjoon hissing in pain. Jungkook grabbed his hand, which was bleeding from multiple cuts.

“Hyung!”Jungkook whined out, head whipping around to find something which could stop the blood.

The two guys disappeared to Jungkook’s room, followed by annoyed sound from the younger. He was whining about how the older was so clumsy and how all his emergency stuff went to fixing him up.

“You should go help them..” Seeji spoke close to your ear, cutting you off before you could say no.”...Jungkook is bad with blood”

So you climbed the stairs with a racing heart. The door in the back was slightly ajar and you could see the two boys sitting inside. The younger was squirming slightly, trying his best to help Namjoon while still not looking at the wounds. You smiled, pushing the door open completely, a wind of brown hair and arms throwing themself around you. Jungkook was complaining and simultaneously thanking you for saving him, they boy being out the door in a second. You felt heat invade your cheeks as you glanced at Namjoon shyly. He smiled, hands laying on his strong thighs.

“Sorry for him...”

“No, it’s okay..I-I’ll help you”sitting down, your hands took over the cleaning. He was warm and soft, even if some lines was rugged in his hands.

“Sorry for me as well..I’m a bit clumsy..”the sheepish look on his face made him even more cute but you could see embarrassment swim behind Namjoons orbs, maybe even humiliation. You didn't like it and the images of him riding the wave played in your mind.

“It’s okay..I saw you surfing the other day..I-I thought you were really cool.”your whole face was red, eyes refusing to even glance up at the boy, resulting in you missing the beaming smile on his face. Namjoon blushed like you but he felt light, he felt right. It was cheesy but he really liked having impressed you.

“I’ll teach you someday..If you want..”finally, you lifted your eyes to watch the joy on his face, making your own lips turn into a smile, fingers gracing over his as you patched him up.

“I’d love that..”

Outside the door was Jungkook and Seeji standing. A big smirk was pulling at the girls lips as she watched you and Namjoon smile at each other.

“Mission complete!”she high fived Jungkook, already think about everything she could tease you with.

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starshapedkookie · 2 years

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COMING SOON

summary: You and Jungkook have been best friends for 8 years, going through absolute hell and back together. After senior year of high school, you and Jungkook began a tradition of taking annual vacations together during the summer months. This summer is no different, with you and Jungkook celebrating graduating college just a couple months prior. You're set to move to NYC after the summer, with you and Jungkook soaking in the sun and as many moments as you can together. You'd think nothing could ever tear your friendship apart with him, but when you've sat on the beach for too many days in a row watching him surf, you can't help but wonder - when did your best friend get so hot?

➢ pairing: jungkook x female reader

➢ genre: high school friends to lovers, ex-baseball player jungkook, beach/vacation au, fluff, smut, a little angst

➢ warnings: none for preview minus some language (full warnings to come when full thing is posted!) also i know that in the little mood board i created, the girl is a teeny white girl & i don't want to alienate any of my poc readers at all - i just thought these pics fit the vibe so take them with a grain of salt 😊

➢ word count: 13.3 k

➢ mini playlist: at the end of the day by wallows, satellite, late night talking, carolina by harry styles, love drought by beyonce, ICE (we should do drugs) by labrinth, unusual you by britney spears

i have no idea who i am writing this much but in honor of BTS comeback here's a little preview below! ↓

“See this isn’t too bad,” he then says looking over his shoulder to meet your gaze.

“We’re sitting ducks Jungkook,” you mumble, eyes looking around the water, still slightly paranoid. There’s a few other people in the water and a couple surfers which makes you feel a little better.

“It’s okay to get out of your comfort zone you know,” he raises a brow when you climb off his back, deciding to swim close in front of him. Both of you float with only a few inches between you two, water at your chests.

“Mhm,” you say sarcastically, “That’s what they all say before they’ve gotten their leg bit off,” you move your arms around to keep you wading. Thankfully it didn’t take long to get used to the chilly water.

He bites his lip as he watches you with an amused expression. You push away the way it makes you feel.

“You know that’s why I wanted to be your friend right?”

You furrow your eyebrows, moving to float on your back. Jungkook being the gentlemen he is, he ends up beside you, his arms giving your back some support in the water as you float.

“What do you mean?” You ask him.

You can’t see his expression as you’ve closed your eyes, the sun too bright to keep them open. His fingertips graze your skin every few seconds and you swear it feels like electricity running through your spine.

“You’ve always been the one to get me out of my comfort zone,” he points out like it’s obvious—though you’ve never had an inkling of this.

You open one eye at him in a squint, his face a lot closer to yours than you expected, “I don’t think so,” you laugh a little awkwardly as you give up on floating, settling back to your normal swimming position with him in front of you.

“I wouldn’t lie Y/N,” he laughs in return, “You’ve known me for a long time, you know how fucking weird I used to be.”

“Hey you weren’t weird,” you defend him, “Just a little awkward and going through puberty.”

He rolls his eyes, “Fucking weird,” he repeats, “I just mean I’ve never had a friend that’s always pushed me to do things I normally wouldn’t do. Hell just the vacations we’ve taken together is just one example,” he pauses, his next words cutting him a little deep, “I feel like you’re the reason I ever had a life outside of baseball.”

You bite your lip under the water as you don’t break his heavy eye contact. You’d never realize Jungkook thought that highly of you. It makes you feel giddy on the inside, but also a little sad that you were never that confident in your abilities as a friend. If anything, you thought Jungkook brought you out of your shell more.

“I’m just a small part of your life Jungkook,” is what you settle on.

They way his face falls doesn’t go unnoticed, “Trust me,” he pauses beginning a swim back to shore for you to follow him, “You’re a pretty big part Y/N.”

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jvngkook97 · 2 years

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Bikini Weather

pairing; jungkook x female!reader

genre; angst, fluff, humor, established relationship

warnings; lots and lots of kisses, jealousy in the form of insecurity, reader is body positive yet her own worst critic, koo only has eyes for reader and loves to remind her

rating; 18+

w/c; 2,520

networks; @ficscafe, @thebtswritersclub, @kflixnet

this is part two, read part one {here}

Ironically, when you first met Jungkook two years ago, it was raining. The complete opposite of how the weather is today.

Deciding to call him the next day and schedule a date, the rest, as they say, was history.

*******

“A little help would be nice!” You hollered at his matching Hawaiian flower themed short sleeve shirt and swim trunk wearing figure.

“Sorry, sorry!”

Walking briskly toward your heaving figure, he immediately took over in securing the weighted bag onto his own shoulder, and it made you only semi angry when you saw how he held it with so much ease.

Stupid big, sexy, muscles.

“Geez, baby. What did you pack in this thing?” He jested at you playfully, reaching out to grab your hand with his unoccupied one to guide you to a spot he deemed as perfect for your beach day.

“The essentials, you know? Blanket, towels, food, drinks, sun block for your pale skin—,” his scoff next to you is what cut you off, as you snicker in amusement at his reaction.

“Says the one who looked like a literal ghost when I first saw her from how pale she is.” He retorted playfully, knocking his elbow into your side.

He’s smart. He knows better. So, instead of greeting the female, he angles his body in your direction more.

“Baby? You wanna grab the volleyball for—,”

“Hey! No worries, man. I’ll grab it–,”

“You two should join us. We could use a few more players.”

You and Jungkook spare a side long glance at each other, and you both answer them at the same time.

“No, thank you.”

“Nah, we’re good.”

Jungkook saw you staring at your stomach and assumed you were hungry.

“Koo? I thought we were going to eat?”

“If we swim first, we’ll work up a better appetite and not cramp up while in the water.”

“Oh, okay.”

“You’re beautiful, you know.”

While he’s fiddling with the settings, he throws another unexpected compliment your way.

“I love that color on you, it makes your eyes pop in the best way.”

“Alright. This looks good.”

He gives a fist pump upon reviewing the pictures and plants a sloppy, wet, kiss on your lips.

“You’ve got a face for a smile, you know?”

“Jeon Jungkook, you’re lucky I love you.”

“Scratch that, I’m in love with you, you big cheese ball.”

He nuzzles his nose with yours and gives you his signature bunny toothed smile.

“Who would’ve thought that a little rain could bring so much joy?”

You hum in agreement.

“You can’t have a rainbow without a little rain.”

He snorts in amusement.

“Now who is the cheesy one?”

“I learn from the best.”

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shuadotcom · 3 years

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Watermelon Sugar | JJK (M)

☼ Summary: When your friends outvote you for your annual summer trip, you end up stuck at a beachside town. To make it worse, there’s an irritating local surfer boy that won’t leave you alone… that is until you see him shirtless and in the water - then you don’t want him to leave you alone and your unexpected summer romance begins.

☼ Pairing: Surfer!Jungkook x Female!Reader

☼ Genre: Fluff, smut, a dollop of brief angst, strangers to lovers au, summer romance au?, age gap au (Jungkook is 21 and y/n is 27-29)

☼ Rating: 18+ (MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED)

☼ Words: 14.4k

☼ Warnings: Profanity, mention of alcohol, y/n almost drowns, a classic misunderstanding, dirty talk, exhibitionism, handjob, oral (f receiving), face riding, protected sex, sub!jk, dom!reader

☼ Note: Here’s my fic for the Blue Crush collab! Thank you to @jamaisjoons for this gorgeous banner!! And thank you so much to my amazing, fantastic, magical beta @bangtanhome! Moon always saves my ass when I need someone’s big brain to read over my fics. Ily moon 🥺💙 Also! It’s still September 1st in the U.S. so I managed to post this in time for Jungkook’s birthday! 🙌🏽 I wrote more than half of this fic when I wasn’t sober, so enjoy!! 💜

It’s hot. That’s the first and only thing you think of when you step out of your air-conditioned rental house and into the heat. The sun is beating down on you, the sweat immediately beading on your hairline. It is much too hot for May.

“I’m going to melt,” you groan, swinging the bottom of your sundress to create some sort of a breeze.

“Oh don’t be so dramatic,” Irene chides. “It’s not that much hotter than home.”

“Yeah, and nowhere near as humid, thank fuck!” Krystal cheers, skipping ahead of your group.

You huff, wiping your sweaty forehead, and hike your beach bag higher up your shoulder. Luna brings up the rear of the group, a small cooler in hand. “Plus, we all know you’re just being pouty about being here, Y/n.”

Crossing your arms, your pout increases, making your friends laugh. Luna is right and you’re not even a little sorry. You wanted your annual summer girls trip to be in France. The four of you have been going on summer trips since your freshman year of college 7 years ago.

You’ve been abroad a few times, in the big city, and in the mountains last year. This is your first year at a beach and you weren’t happy. You wanted to go to Paris and when your group voted on where to go, they all wanted to take it easy this summer and stay seaside. As a person who doesn’t know how to swim, you were against it. You were afraid you’d spend the entire trip inside or in the sand watching your friends have fun.

They assured you this wouldn’t be the case and you believed them.

This turns out to be untrue of course, as you now sit alone on your beach towel, watching your friends laugh and film videos in the water without you.

Honestly, you should’ve known, but it’s too late now because you’re here and your rental beach house is paid for for the next two and a half months. Even if you’re in some random beach town on the other side of the country that you’ve never heard of, already having a terrible time, maybe the rest of the trip would start looking up. At some point.

It’s hot. That’s the first and only thing Jungkook thinks as he steps foot on the sand. The sun is beating down on him, the sweat immediately beading on his hairline.

“Man, it’s good to be home!” He cheers to no one, arms raising as he stretches.

Jungkook’s eyes sweep the beach, taking in all the familiar and unfamiliar faces. Honeycomb Cove is his home and he’s been aching to be back. College in the city up North is fine and all, and his freshman year ended without a hitch, but it just isn’t the same. He’s missed the sand, the sun, and the water every day he’s been away.

He also missed his best friends. His closest friends were all older than him, so being the baby of the friend group meant that his friends practically raised him when they were all together, and he hated being so far away from them. With that in mind, being away also gave him a chance to be a new person in college, having easily befriended his roommates and multiple classmates, as well as getting his very generous share of hookups.

College was the time that Jungkook took to find out if he’d ever grow out of being the “cute kid” that everyone in Honeycomb Cove knew him as and it worked. Between his new piercings and tattoos (that he was able to get for cheap, thanks to his roommate's brother owning a local shop), and his newfound love for the gym, Jungkook is coming back a different boy from a year ago and he can’t wait to see what, or who, he’ll be able to do back home.

Jungkook is excited to see his best friends and tell them all about his escapades, having texted them all as he left his parents’ house. Not yet getting a response, he decides to go to the beach. Instead of his friends, his brown eyes land on you.

He knows you’re a tourist because he’s never seen you before and he definitely would’ve remembered you. Legs bare, skin shimmering in the sunlight, body laid out on a towel, completely stunning. Jungkook adjusts his clothes before starting your way. Having been plenty successful in wooing college partners, he doesn’t think twice as he approaches you.

The closer he gets to you, the more his stomach flips at how good-looking you are. Your head is reclining on your tote bag, tablet in hand, earbuds in. Your sunglasses shield most of your face, but he knows all of you is equally beautiful.

When he’s finally in front of you, Jungkook waits until you notice his shadow casting over you. You pull your earbud out and put your tablet down, seeing him beam down at you.

“I hope you’re wearing sunscreen. The sun’s pretty brutal today,” he shields his eyes and looks to the sky. “If you’re not, I’d be happy to help you out.” He meets what he believes are your eyes from the other side of your lenses, giving you the best charming smile he can muster.

You slip your sunglasses down your nose and off of your face, making Jungkook’s breath catch in his throat ever so quietly. He was right - every part of you is gorgeous and it frazzles him, just a little.

“Does that line really work?” You respond, eyebrows raised.

“I- what?” That’s not what he thought you’d say.

“I’m assuming it has since you said it with such confidence.”

Jungkook recovers as quickly as he can, clearing his throat. “I’m a confident guy, what can I say?”

“Well, keep that same confidence when you go hit on a different girl on the beach, okay? I’m sure it’ll work on one of them.” You put your sunglasses back on and move to pick your earbud back up, but Jungkook crouches down to keep talking to you. He doesn’t want to lose your attention just yet.

“Hey, wait, I’m sorry. I think I may have come on too strong. Let me start over. I’m Jungkook.” He holds out his tattooed arm to you purposely, feeling successful when you pull your glasses down again and inspect his inked arm.

“Y/n.” You supply, reaching up to shake his hand.

“Well, Y/n, would you like to go for a swim with me?” Jungkook prepares to stand up and take your hand, but you surprise him by shaking your head.

“No thank you.”

“Uh, sorry. I uh-”

You scoff. “Oh, what, were you just anxiously waiting for me to be all like ‘oh yes, of course, take me away!’ or something?”

“Well… not exactly, but -”

“Listen, I’ll save you the trouble. I’m not interested, okay? You seem like a nice kid, but maybe a cute pick-up line will work on a girl your own age?”

Jungkook furrows his eyebrows, scanning you from head to toe. He can’t tell how old you are, but he knows you look amazing no matter the number.

When he voices this, you roll your eyes. “You’re not supposed to talk to a woman about her age, don’t you know that?”

“Sorry, but seriously, you’re beautiful and don’t look like you’re that much older than me.”

“How old are you?” You ask, giving him a once over.

“21.”

“Hmm. What are you, a freshman in college?”

“Just finished my freshman year. I’ll be a sophomore next year!.” He says almost hesitantly. It doesn’t seem like he’s impressing you as it is, but he wants to be honest.

“Well, I’ve been out of college for about 3 and a half years, so…”

“So, what? You being older doesn’t stop me from wanting to get to know you more,” his voice lowers and he scooches closer to you.

“Well, it does for me. Now, I’m going to put my headphones on again and go back to my book. I’m done talking to you today.” And with that, you’re reclining again, ignoring Jungkook’s existence.

The younger man blinks a few times before standing up, intending to give you your space. Jungkook hasn’t gotten turned down in at least a year. From anyone. At all.

It’s not that he’s a narcissist or anything, but he knows he’s hot. And he knows other people think so. It’s why he has so much trouble believing you.

He walks away, pausing to look over his shoulder at you, before something you said rings through his ears again. You said you’re done speaking with him today. You didn’t say anything about tomorrow.

“Oh! Y/n, who was the guy you were talking to earlier?” Irene asks later in the day at dinner. The four of you are eating at a small seafood restaurant on the boardwalk.

“What guy?”

“The tall one with the blue hair.”

“The tall, hot one with blue hair.” Krystal corrects her.

You genuinely forgot about the boy until just this moment. Being reminded of him, you remember that yes, he is hot. He is one of the most attractive men you’ve run into in probably ever. You did your best not to ogle him when he approached you earlier, but you’d be crazy not to notice how built he was, even in a loose shirt.

You clear your throat, swallowing the crab cake you just stuffed in your mouth. “Oh, him. His name’s Jungkook.”

“And?” Luna presses.

“And what?”

“What did he say?”

“He was hitting on me,” you shrug.

“That’s it? No number or anything?”

“He’s 21!”

“So?! You say that like we’re in our fifties! It’s our summer vacation, Y/n. Go wild, fuck a cute beach boy. Fuck multiple cute beach boys! Girls too!” She encourages you much too loudly, causing a few patrons of the restaurant to look over at you.

“Alright, settle down,” Irene says, putting on her mom voice. “Y/n, our crazy friend is right. You may as well have some fun this summer seeing how otherwise you’re just gonna pout on the beach for the whole trip.”

You give Irene a look. “I’m fine, thank you very much. I won’t just be fucking any cute boy, or person for that matter, that talks to me.”

“Why not? Remember that guy Sota you hooked up with when we went to Japan last year?” She reminds you.

“Oh yeah! And that other tourist we met in Thailand!” Luna chimes in.

“And there was that girl in the Poconos right before Junior year,” Krystal adds.

“Alright, alright, we get it. But none of them were younger than me. They were all older so it’s different. Jungkook has only been legally allowed to drink for a year.” Your friends all share a look at your words, rolling their eyes, clearly not believing you.

You’ll admit, you have a healthy track record with hookups, and maybe Jungkook being younger is arbitrary, but still. You’re stubborn and want to prove them wrong, what can you say?

You hold onto that stubbornness into the next day when you’ve sprawled out on your beach towel again, flat on your stomach as the sun beats down on your back. You’re on your tablet, scrolling for a new manga to read when you see a shadow cast over you.

Straining your neck to look up, you see Jungkook standing over you, clearly interested in the screen of your tablet.

“Wow. Beautiful, and a lover of manga? That settles it, Y/n, you’re my dream woman.”

You look at him over your sunglasses, taking note of the small sliver of skin peeking out from the bottom of his shirt. The blue printed shirt he’s wearing is unbuttoned near his belly button, giving you just a tease of his tanned skin underneath. “Well, what if I don’t want to be your dream woman?” You finally say, clearing your throat.

As if he caught the way you were looking at him, he smirks, taking this as an invitation to sit in the sand next to you.

“Oh, Y/n, how could you not be my dream woman? You’re funny, mature, and a woman of taste. You check all the necessary boxes.”

You click your tongue at him, rolling over on your back to look at him. You don’t miss the way his eyes roam your body now that it's on display for him. “Jungkook, have you ever even been with anyone older?”

He visibly falters, only for a second. “Of course. I’ve been with plenty of older people when I was in school.”

“By older, I mean mid to late twenties, not a 22 or 23-year-old.”

Jungkook clears his throat and looks out to the water. “I didn’t ask the age of everyone in school I was with, that’d be silly. I just know who was older.”

Judging by the way that he avoids looking directly at you, you’re skeptical about his claim. “If you’ve never actually been with a grown woman, that’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” Deciding to tease him a little, you move your bare leg so that it rests against his arm. He isn’t looking when you do, so the sensation of your skin touching nearly sends him flying into the air.

You let out a giggle at his reaction, and if Jungkook wasn’t so flustered, he’d make a snarky comment at your teasing. Instead, he admires the way you laugh; the way your nose crinkles, and the way your lashes touch the apples of your cheeks when you close your eyes. He doesn’t know what it is about you, but something had him smitten the moment he saw you and it doesn’t seem to be going away.

Jungkook jumps up then, brushing the sand off of his white board shorts. “As lovely as it is to be in your presence, I’ve got to go meet up with one of my friends. I’ll come and find you later.” He sends a wink your way, but even he hears the hesitation in his voice.

“See you later, Jungkook,” you say in a sickly sweet tone and he rushes away from you before you see the way his cheeks heat up.

You’re two weeks into your summer vacation and every day is more or less the same. You come to the beach with your friends, you go back and forth with Jungkook, then eventually you and your friends hang out on the pier in town, then do it all over again. You still think you’d have had more fun in Paris, but you won’t lie and say Jungkook’s presence doesn’t add some fun to your otherwise mundane trip.

Today Krystal is lying with you, deciding to work on her tan instead of joining your other friends in the water. You’re talking about dinner possibilities for the night when Jungkook approaches with two men, just as tall as him in tow. They’re all carrying surfboards tucked under their arms.

“Good morning, Y/n.” He greets you when he’s close enough.”

“Hi, Jungkook. Come for your daily rejection?” You tease and he genuinely laughs.

“Nope. Just wanted to say hi. I’ll be surfing today. You know, enjoying the water on the beach? Something you don’t do.”

“Ha. Ha. You’re so funny. Go on and have a good time.”

“I will. Oh, and these are my roommates from school. This is Mingyu and this is Yugyeom. They just got here this morning and will be around for a few weeks.”

You greet both of the men then introduce Krystal.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Y/n. JK hasn’t shut up about you since he met you.” The friend named Yugyeom says, earning a punch in the arm from Jungkook in retaliation.

“Anyway, let me know if you change your mind about coming out to the water, Y/n.”

“Mmhmm.” You say to Jungkook in reply. He sends you a smile and you watch as he walks away, hitting Yugyeom again.

“Wow. That boy is whipped for you.” Krystal comments, both of you casually watching the three boys pick a spot near the water to set their surfboards down.

“You think?”

“Girl, he comes over here to flirt with you every day. You just met him and he went out of his way to come over and introduce you to his friends. Yes, he likes you. And you like him too.”

“What makes you say that?” Jungkook and his friends are looking at the water and exchanging a few words.

“If you didn’t, you wouldn’t keep flirting back and would’ve told him to seriously fuck off from day one.”

You shrug. “I mean he is quite charming if not cheesy. I also like messing with him. It’s obvious he was pulling all the little college girls so why would I just give in?” You and Krystal share a laugh that very quickly dies in your throat.

Jungkook pulls his white t-shirt over his head and drops it into the sand. He’s close enough that you spy every flex of muscles as he stretches. His chest and stomach are much more toned than you originally thought. The skin looks smooth and is only a little less tanned than his face. You can see the tattoos that creep up his arm to his shoulder and only briefly wonder how a college boy had the time or money for all that ink.

He picks up his surfboard, his biceps damn near rippling with every move, and runs out to the water with his friends. The muscles in his back move with his steps and you ogle him until he’s further out of eyeshot.

“Close your mouth, Y/n, or a bug will fly in.” You snap your mouth closed at Krystal’s words and shoot her a look. “And what were you saying about not giving in?”

Fuck. She knows your thoughts too well. The way your brain flipped from “I’m gonna play hard to get” to “I will literally fuck him right here right now” is extremely embarrassing, but you’re a simple girl. If you think someone is attractive, you want to sleep with them.

At first, Jungkook was just like any other guy hitting on you, then it was a matter of being stubborn with your friends and not giving in to his charms, but each day you seemed to enjoy his company more and more, as simple as your encounters were.

And now, seeing his shirtless, under the hot sun and about to be dripping with water, the thought of teasing him vanishes. The desire to touch him more than simply shaking his hand or brushing against his arm is strong.

You don’t reply to your friend, instead opting to watch Jungkook in the distance standing up on his board as he rides a wave (you think that’s what it’s called. You know nothing about surfing but you just may need to learn). Eventually, you see his distant figure flop into the water and off of his surfboard, before you spot his head pop out from the water.

“Is it weird if I go over and meet him at the shore?” You voice your thoughts.

Krystal bursts into laughter at this. “You’ve refused to go to the water since we got here! He’s definitely gonna know how thirsty you are if you’re all of a sudden waiting for him over there.”

“Ugh, you’re right. I’ll just wait for him to come over.” You follow his every move as he paddles back to shore, eventually able to stand upright. The sight of Jungkook rising from the water, droplets dripping down every part of his chiseled body has you feeling like a horny teenager again. He raises a hand to run through his wet hair and you swear you almost groan.

“Fuck it, let him know I’m thirsty because I am.” You put your tablet in your bag and move to get up, but stop when you see the flock of girls that appear almost out of nowhere and surround Jungkook. He’s barely back on land and they’re at his side, clearly fawning over him. He smiles at them all, talking with them without even glancing at you.

“Wow. He didn't even make it to dry land before they rushed him.” Krystal laughs. “Still going over there?”

You watch as one of the girls holds up a beach ball and gestures to Mingyu and Yugyeom who are on either side of Jungkook. Jungkook looks up then, his eyes flickering up to you long enough to hold your gaze before he and his friends jog out of the water and plant their surfboards in the sand. He shoots you one more look before turning and following the girls back into the water as the group of six stands facing each other and hits the beach ball back and forth.

“Am I crazy, or did he look you dead in the eye?”

“Yep,” you answer Krystal. “The little shit knows I’m watching. He’s trying to make me jealous. He knows I won’t go in the water.”

“Does he know you can’t swim?”

“No, he just thinks I hate the water.”

“You do hate the water too.”

“Well I guess now I have to learn to like it.”

Is going out to the beach at nearly 6 in the morning to teach yourself to swim when no one is around a bad idea? Probably. Are you going to do it anyway? Yes.

To be honest you had thought about figuring out how to learn earlier in the week. As fun as your banter with Jungkook has been, you were admittedly tired of sitting in a heap on the beach while your friends frolic in the water without you. Now that Jungkook is clearly going to be showing off in the water, you have to figure it out fast. If you’re going to keep teasing him back, you need to be on a level playing field.

Swimming doesn’t even look that hard. You just get in, kick your legs about, and move your arms. Seems simple enough.

The silence on the beach is a little eerie compared to how lively it typically is later in the day. The sun hasn’t risen completely, and the sand isn’t scalding as you step onto it. The waves are low, the tide gently moving in an almost peaceful way.

As you approach the water, you catch sight of a woman jogging with her dog, going in the opposite direction as you. When she’s far enough away you let out a surprisingly calm breath and drop your towel and tote bag onto the sand.

You tread carefully to the shoreline, dipping a single foot in at first. The chill of the water makes you jump back and let out a little yelp. After surveying your surroundings again and inhaling again, you step both feet in, the current only lapping at your ankles the deeper you go.

Teeth chattering, you step in further and further, the water moving from your ankles to your calves, to your knees, until eventually, it’s at your waist. You stand there for a while, letting yourself get used to the temperature as the sun continues to rise and warms your upper half.

It’s not as bad as you thought it’d be the longer you stand in it. You step in more, squatting to let the water rise to your chest. Steadying your breathing, you start to swirl your arms, moving the water around you and slowly getting more comfortable.

You take tiny steps in a circle, working hard to keep yourself balanced as you wade in further until you have to stand up and are on your tip-toes. “This isn’t so bad,” you muse out loud to yourself glancing towards the shore.

As luck would have it, no sooner do the words leave your mouth, do you take a step too quickly, losing your footing and tumbling backward. You flop in the water and attempt to stand up, but your bare feet don’t touch the ocean floor.

Panic starts to set in as you fumble to touch something to steady yourself, but find nothing. You feel yourself going deeper into the water with each flail of your arm and kick of your leg.

“H-Help!” You call out each time your head pokes above water, hoping someone will hear you. But the last time you checked, there was no one on the beach except you. You scream again, more water rushing into your mouth and filling your ears and nose. You don’t know how long you wave your arms, desperate for air, but just as you feel your limbs start to tire, something strong locks around your waist and yanks you to the surface.

You spit out as much water as you can and take in a huge mouthful of air. Your eyes and lungs are on fire and your heart feels as though it’s going to burst out of your chest. The person dragging you out of the water brings you to shore and sits you down as you continue coughing.

“Y/n! Are you okay?!” You recognize Jungkook’s voice and squint up at him. His eyebrows are furrowed in worry as he looks at you.

“Yeah,” you rasp out, coughing again.

“I’m taking you home. Come on.” You don’t object, still shaky as he helps you up. He wraps your towel around you and shoulders your tote bag as he practically carries you home. You hold onto his waist as he holds your shoulders, keeping you steady on the way.

Jungkook helps you inside and sits you down at the kitchen table. You’re both quiet as he sits across from you, inspecting you.

“Thank you,” you finally say.

“What were you doing in the water alone?

“I was supposed to be teaching myself to swim. Clearly, that didn’t happen.”

“No, it didn’t. You almost drowned, Y/n. Why didn’t you tell me you couldn’t swim?” His tone is stern and when you look at him it matches the frown on his face.

“I don’t know. I didn’t think it mattered. Then I saw you out there yesterday trying to make me jealous and I changed my mind. I’m just lucky you were around. What are you doing this early?”

“I jog every morning on the beach. It helps clear my head. I’m sorry about yesterday; I had no idea you couldn’t swim. But also Y/n, what if I hadn’t been there today?”

“But you were.”

“But what if I hadn’t?!” Jungkook’s face is flush and you see his hand shaking from where it rests on the table.

Slowly, you cover his hand with yours, and you feel the shakes subside. “Jungkook, I’m okay. You were there and you saved me. I’m right here.”

Without another word, Jungkook launches at you, pulling you in a hug. “That was so scary. I’ve never seen anyone almost drown. And it was you which makes it worse.” Jungkook pulls back, his eyes meeting yours. “Y/n, look, I know I annoy you and we don’t know each other very well, but I do really like being around you and I like you. I don’t wanna lose you before we can spend more time together and get to know each other better.”

You smile at Jungkook, hugging him again. “You do annoy me that’s true…. but you’re not that bad. I’m truly thankful that you were out there this morning. Thank you again.” Jungkook’s arms squeeze you again and you stay like that for a little while longer until a chill runs through you. The air in the house is cutting through your wet bathing suit, so you decide it’s time to change.

“I’ll see you later?” Jungkook asks when you walk him to the door.

“Maybe tomorrow. I’ll probably stay inside for the rest of the day.”

“Okay.” He gives you an understanding nod and starts to leave, stopping suddenly and turning back towards you. “Oh and from now on, we’ll be having swimming lessons. I’ll teach you, okay?” He doesn’t wait for your answer before he’s jogging away, leaving you there with a weird feeling in your stomach about him. A weird, unexpected, but not unpleasant feeling. All of a sudden the idea of seeing Jungkook isn’t so bad.

When you tell your friends what happened this morning, they give you shit any chance they get about how you shouldn’t have been out there by yourself. They at least stay with you in the house for the rest of the day, the four of you deciding to relax in your rental, watching movies and ordering takeout from a restaurant in town that you have yet to try.

By the next day, your friends are still poking fun at you about what happened.

“I still can’t believe you risked your life for some dick and you wouldn’t even learn to swim for us!” Luna teases as you walk to the beach later that afternoon.

“I already said I’ve been thinking about learning so I can have more fun with you guys! Jungkook shirtless and wet just gave me more of a boost.”

“Yeah, yeah. And I suppose you’re going to let him teach you to swim too when we’ve all been offering as long as we’ve known you?”

“I, uh. Well-”

“That’s a yes.” Irene laughs.

“I’m, er-”

“Relax, Y/n. We get it.” Irene assures you, looping her arm through hers. “It’s summer vacation. You deserve to have fun and do what you want. And it’s not like we didn’t encourage you to hook up with him the first day you met him.”

“And let’s be real; if we were in your position and someone that looks like Jungkook was hitting on us, we would’ve already been riding him into the sunset,” Krystal says and the other two women eagerly nod in agreement.

“And speaking of Jungkook, look who’s waiting for you.” Luna’s words have you looking ahead and sure enough, Jungkook is waiting near the entrance of the beach you’re walking towards. You always thought he was good-looking since the day you met but seeing him after the other day and after he saved you, you can’t help but look at him with even more interest.

“Hi,” he says, looking directly at you when you approach.

“Hey.”

“I uh, I wanted to make sure to meet you and make sure you're okay.”

“I’m alright. What happened is over and I’m okay.”

“I’m glad to hear it.” He offers a small smile. This is the first time you think you’ve seen Jungkook looking so nervous with you. He keeps wringing his hands and looking around.

“Well, I’m gonna go…” you start, but Jungkook’s hand shoots out to stop you.

“Sorry!” he quickly snatches his hand back, your arm feeling bare with the loss of him. “I was just going to ask if you were feeling up to it if you wanted to have a swimming lesson with me today. You don’t have to! It’s just an idea and I understand if not.”

It only takes you a second and you say okay. Jungkook is taken aback, genuinely surprised that you said yes, but recovers quickly.

“Okay! I mean, cool. Let’s go.” Your friends teasingly call out their goodbyes as you follow Jungkook across the sand to a spot closer to the water. He doesn’t say much to you on the way and when you get to the water he’s all business.

“We’ll start simple with just getting you in the water, getting you comfortable, and probably work on getting you to float.” You nod at him and move to take off your shorts, folding them neatly and tossing them with your bag. Jungkook follows suit, pulling his t-shirt over his head. You follow his movements with your eyes, taking the opportunity of being so close to him to study every ripple and movement of his muscles in his arms, chest, and abdomen. You don’t feel bad for checking him out since he does the same to you every day.

You follow him to the water, your pace slowing the higher the water starts to lap at you. Jungkook senses your hesitance and turns back to you. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“No, no it’s fine.” He holds out his hand to you which you take and let him lead you into the water. He stops every few inches, letting you adjust. Initially, your heart seemed to be racing the more you stepped in, but with Jungkook’s hands around yours, holding you steady, you’re more relaxed.

When the water is around your knees, he stops completely, letting the cold water soak your skin. “How are you doing?” His tone is soft, serving to put you at ease more.

“I’m okay.”

“You’re sure? I don’t want to push you.”

“Jungkook, I’m fine, I promise.”

He nods, trusting your judgment. The two of you move further into the water until the water is under your breasts while still only hitting him at his stomach.

“Here’s what we’ll do. I want you to lay forward in the water and we’ll practice floating and maybe have you start to kick your legs.. I’ll hold onto you the whole time. Just try and relax and you’ll be okay.”

You hesitate, the memory of doing something similar only yesterday coming back to you as well as the terror you felt.

“Hey, hey, Y/n, look at me.” As if sensing the panic setting in, Jungkook tightens the hold on your hands. You look up at him, your eyes meeting, and you see his gaze is as soft as his voice. “Do you trust me?”

Do you? You don’t know Jungkook very well other than the shared banter between you two for the past two and a half weeks. He immediately gave off a try-hard vibe and was acting very much his age. But, as many pick-up lines as he throws at you they’re always respectful and seemingly good-natured (as good-natured as possible for someone who wants in your pants anyway). He also saved your life a day ago and seems to genuinely care about your well-being. Even now, your life is very much in his hands, but he’s being nothing but patient and gentle with you.

All things considered, you do trust Jungkook and you’re not scared to put your trust in him.

“I do.” You finally say. Jungkook smiles softly at you and waits as you take a deep breath then lay forward in the water, his hands never leaving yours.

Your body is rigid as you desperately push yourself to relax. Your head is above water and Jungkook has stuck to his word, not letting go of your hands. It takes a few seconds before you settle your nerves and you realize you’re successfully floating and not being pulled under.

“I’m not drowning!” You cheer.

“I told you you’d be okay.” Jungkook laughs and the way your stomach flutters at the sound is new and you promptly ignore it.

You and Jungkook stay in the water for a while more. He starts to guide you slowly around the water with you still on your stomach. You kick your legs here and there with his encouragement. By the time you get out, all of your fingers and toes have started to prune, but you feel much more confident in the water than you ever have.

Things with you and Jungkook also change after that. You still see him every day for the next week at the beach, but it’s not the same. He teaches you to swim better and better each day. When you’re not doing that, you’re admiring the way he surfs, still not knowing much about it except how good he looks. Other than that, you’re lounging together in the sand talking which can range from flirting to swapping stories about yourselves to listening to Jungkook gush about Honeycomb Cove.

Being from this small beach town is something that he’s proud of. He’s had the same best friends all his life and has known most of the people in this town forever. As he tells you a story about him and his friends you can see just how much his home meant to him.

You may not have similar origins as him, having moved around a lot when you were younger, but Jungkook still loves watching you talk about your last few years since graduating college. You don’t seem to live with many regrets and carry yourself with the confidence and determination that Jungkook strives to have.

The two of you have been getting closer both personally and physically as the week goes on. Though you hadn't explicitly talked about the nature of your relationship, your bodies gradually moved closer; even going so far as to hold hands and sit closer together.

Jungkook tries as hard as he can to muster up the confidence that you have. You’re lying on your stomach next to him on your towel after a serious pro and con discussion about mint chocolate chip ice cream (you are strongly against it). Jungkook is on his stomach too and you’re so close to him that every time you shift, the skin of your arm rubs against his ever so slightly.

He scoots closer, your arms now pressed together. Another scoot has your legs touching and each time Jungkook’s stomach flips.

“Tryna cop a feel over there, Jungkookie?” You tease.

“What?!” He asks too loudly. You turn and look at him, a smirk on your lips.

“Don’t be shy. It’s obvious you’ve wanted to touch me since the day you met me and I won’t stop you.” You reach around and grab his hand, placing it on your ass. He jolts but doesn’t move.

He hates how much his hand feels like it’s trembling on your soft skin, and tries to control his erratic breathing. Jungkook is no beginner with sex - not by a long shot - but for some reason you made him feel like the inexperienced, nerdy little boy that's about to have sex for the first time. He’s known you for less than a month and he already feels different around you, which both scares and thrills him.

You sense Jungkook’s nervousness and make a note of it. It’s obvious that if you want to sleep with Jungkook, you’ll have to make the first move. With this in mind, you decide to tease him at every chance you get.

This includes touching any part of him you can reach as the days with him tick on. When you share your first kiss with him a few days later, you trail your hands up his arms and around to his chest, letting your nails scrape the warm skin. Jungkook lets out a shaky moan through the kiss, which drives you crazy. If Mingyu and Yugyeom hadn’t chosen that time to come stumbling out to where you were in the water, you could’ve very well asked him to take you to the shallower parts and fuck you right there.

This same, near-feral state sticks with you the next day as the two of you are sharing a wooden lounge chair on the sandy front lawn of your rental house. Jungkook comes to see you in the morning, as has become his routine. Instead of trekking through the hotter than usual sand this morning, you decide to spend time lazily taking up space on the chairs.

You start on your own chair, but the sight of shirtless Jungkook, sprawled out so close to you is enough to have you climbing onto the chair with him. You’re practically in his lap, but neither of you seem to mind.

“So I was thinking,” he starts as the music playing softly from your phone changes songs.

“Hm?” You eye the way his adam's apple bobs as he gulps. The skin on his neck is practically begging to be kissed.

“I want to take you out on a date," he begins. "You've probably been to almost every restaurant in town, but I figured we could have a real date that doesn't consist of us just feeling each other up while we swim.” Jungkook chuckles, but the sound dies in his throat as you move your hand from where it rested on your hip, to his chest.

“I’d love to go out with you, Jungkook. Although I won’t lie, I do like the 'feeling each other up' part,” you chuckle as a finger brushes over one of Jungkook’s nipples. He gasps and quickly throws a hand over his mouth.

Jungkook is shaking as your fingers trail up and down his exposed arm next.

“Feeling a little shy?” You whisper as you place a few small kisses on the shell of his ear.

“Y-you just make me nervous is all.”

His confident demeanor that you initially met with at the beginning of your trip continues to crumble as he turns soft and shy with only a few touches.

You adjust on the lounge chair so that you’re on your side pressed against him with one leg slung over his thigh. He visibly gulps at the shift in position, his hands unsure where to be until he settles for one on your hip and the other on your thigh.

“It’s funny, Jungkookie. When I first met you were so loud and obnoxious. You had this overconfident air to you that was so typical of so many guys I’ve met. But this other version of Jungkook is so soft and quiet.”

“It’s your fault.” He says through gritted teeth as your knee grazes his crotch. “You know how to make me like this.”

Feeling proud that you can make someone like Jungkook putty in your hands, you move up and turn his face towards you. His brown eyes are blown wide as he takes in your appearance. You’re sure you look just as eager.

You pull Jungkook into a kiss, lips knocking together sloppily but you deepen it anyway, your mouths eventually finding a heated pace. Jungkook pulls you closer making most of your body drape over him. The kiss quickly turns into a full-blown make-out session, the two of you only pulling back when Krystal walks by on her way into the house from the beach.

“This feels like public indecency!” Her voice makes you and Jungkook pull apart. She lets out a cackle at the look you shoot her, but doesn’t say anything else as she goes inside.

You let out a huff and lay back down next to Jungkook. He takes a few breaths, still clearly recovering, then says he has to head out. His mom asked him to grab some things for her before this evening and he wants to get that done so he can focus on your date.

“I’ll be back to pick you up at 6.” He says after placing a kiss on your forehead. You watch him go before beelining to your room to find something to wear.

Your date with Jungkook is the first real date you’ve been on in a while. You’re more used to quick coffee dates or grabbing a couple of drinks and then either never speaking to that person again, or finding somewhere to fuck. These options were always easier than a real relationship, but it’s clear Jungkook is trying to change that.

The date itself isn’t special in terms of what you do; just your standard dinner and hanging out. But, you did go to the pier and play some games at the arcade and the game booths and in cliche fashion, Jungkook won you a stuffed animal (a bunny to be exact which you named Cooky because it reminds you of him). You went for ice cream after and met one of Jungkook’s best friends, Jimin, who graciously gave you both free cones.

Afterwards, Jungkook takes your hand and leads you to a more secluded part of the pier that overlooks the empty beach - the inky dark water and the starry sky.

Everything about your date seems generic, but it isn’t because Jungkook isn’t generic.

What started as you shamelessly wanting to fuck him and call it a summer, was morphing into something much deeper. You keep reminding yourself that you’ve only known Jungkook for a month, yet you still feel giddy when he takes your hand or looks at you with his round, sparkly eyes.

As if reading your mind, Jungkook voices similar thoughts.

“You wanna know why you make me so nervous?” He isn’t looking at you, gaze fixed on his ice cream cone.

“Only if you’re comfortable telling me.” You say seriously.

Jungkook nods. “It’s because you’re so different from anyone else I’ve been with. I've dated a lot of people - not a brag, by the way," he laughs, easing the tension. "But I've never met anyone quite like you. I can't explain it, but I feel different, in a good way. I know it sounds cheesy, especially since we haven’t known each other that long, but it’s true.”

“I believe you. I feel the same about you,” you assure him. He doesn’t say anything, he simply turns and kisses you until you nearly drop your forgotten ice cream.

“Sorry,” he starts. “I got a little excited.”

“Believe me that was nothing to be sorry for.” Then you’re kissing him again, ice cream falling out of your hand so you can cradle Jungkook’s face.

Days with Jungkook are spent exactly the same, but with much more romance. He is surprisingly even sweeter to you after your date and insists on spending every single minute with you that he can, even more than before. He tends to meet you at your rental house in the mornings and walk you back home in the evening when the day is done. Your friends have even invited him to stay and watch movies a few nights at the house and to a few dinners altogether. Things are going well for you and Jungkook and as shocking as it sounds to you, you believe that there’s something more there for the two of you. The more time you spend with Jungkook, the more your feelings grow, which is scary within itself.

Do you still want to fulfill your original goal of fucking him? Absolutely. But, you can also see something more with Jungkook. You haven’t found the right time to try and make more of a move on him. That is until he mentions one of his best friends, Seokjin, is throwing a huge bonfire party. He seems excited about it and even though it sounds like the type of party that was more your speed in college, it feels like the right atmosphere to finally take things further with Jungkook without getting interrupted.

When the day of the bonfire approaches, you spend most of the day doing a skincare routine, making sure you shave so that you're nice and smooth, and moisturizing from head to toe.

Jungkook texts you throughout the day as he helps Seokjin set up for later and asks that you meet him on the beach since he’ll likely be there all day. This gives you more time to get ready so you welcome this.

You’re picking out your outfit when Luna sticks her head in the room. “Almost ready?”

“Yeah, I’m just struggling with what to wear.” You hold up a crop top and consider it before tossing it aside.

“Just throw on a cute dress and call it a day,” Luna shrugs, catching a skirt that flys past her.

“But, do you think that’s enough? I need it to be a cute date outfit that’s suitable for the beach and also screams ‘fuck me as soon as we’re away from everyone.’ Am I overthinking this?”

“Yes, you are! Jungkook is gonna think you look amazing and fuckable in anything. He’s so into you, it’s obvious.”

You process this for a little bit before nodding and grabbing a mini dress to throw on over your nicest panty set from your suitcase. You and your friends head to the beach once as you’re ready and as soon as you see Jungkook you’re filled with even more excitement.

He’s standing and talking with a few people when you see him and as if he knows you’re looking, he turns at the same time, meeting your eyes.

The smile that spreads across his lips has your stomach in knots as he jogs over, scooping you up and hugging you. His lips meet yours in a kiss before your feet touch the sand again.

“You look amazing,” he compliments, eyes taking in every inch of you.

You mentally notate his words and wandering eyes as a win, then thank him. You’re about to lean in for another kiss when Irene clears her throat.

“While you two suck each other’s faces off, I’m going to go and find my own hot surfer to cuddle with. Where’s the booze?” Jungkook points her in the direction of a large cooler near one of the bonfires going. She offers a wave and heads over, Krystal and Luna following.

Jungkook takes your hand once you’re alone and places a kiss on it. “I’m really happy you’re here right now.”

You lightly slap his chest. “Don’t get all prince charming on me just because my friends left. There’s no one around to impress.” You try to hide your blush, not confident if it worked. “Besides, of course, I’d come. Why would I pass up a party and an excuse to see you some more?”

Jungkook’s blush is visible and he doesn’t even attempt to hide it. He only gives you a heart-melting smile in return as he leads you over to one of the bonfires with fewer people surrounding it.

“Hey, it’s Y/n and her boyfriend!” Mingyu teases when you and Jungkook take a seat on a foldout bench.

“Oh look, it’s Mingyu and his not girlfriend!” Jungkook shoots back, earning him the finger from his friend.

This causes the two of them to hurl playful insults at each other and Jungkook launches into a story about a time from the school year. You reach in a nearby cooler, fishing out beers for the two of you and he takes it, effortlessly taking a sip and continuing.

He and his friends banter for most of the night, making sure to bring you into the conversation when they can. Between some of their stories, you and Jungkook get up and dance a few times, then you get to finally meet all of his friends from home. You know you’ve seen all of them around town since you’ve been here. They’re all kind and welcome you with open arms, letting a few jokes slip about how Jungkook has gone off on tangents about you at least ten times since you met.

When he gets too embarrassed, he bids them a quick goodbye to bring you back to your seat where you started, snuggled up under his arm, drinking, and letting all of your feelings go wild.

It’s been an hour by the time you’re compelled to make a move on Jungkook. Whether it’s the light buzz you feel or the good vibes in the air, you start to feel a heavy sense of want wash over you. You scoot closer to Jungkook, resting your head on his shoulder. He doesn’t pause his conversation with Yugyeom and Mingyu, only pulling you closer. Closing your eyes, you inhale the scent of him through your nose, loving the sweet smell of his skin even more.

Casting your eyes downward, you take in just how well his teal swim trunks hug his thick thighs. You’ve seen Jungkook in numerous states of undress throughout the month, so the white tank top and shorts are nothing, but for some reason, you still bite your lip at the sight.

Jungkook is still talking about something you’re not even paying attention to. He doesn’t notice when you pull the blanket he’d draped over you further up your body to cover your shoulders while hiding Jungkook’s lap completely.

Your hand starts on his knee, rubbing small circles over the skin. He hums in contentment and glances down at you, giving you a sweet smile. He’s back to listening to his friends as your hand starts rubbing higher up his thigh, until you rest it at the juncture between his thigh and his crotch. He doesn’t react, not until your place your hand over his soft cock. He jumps, immediately meeting your eyes and you send him a wink.

“Hey, you okay?” Yugyeom asks. Jungkook turns back to both his friends and nods.

“I, uh, yeah I-I’m good. I got a chill is all.” He throws you a look before going back into the conversation and you find your way back to his crotch.

You take your time to rub him, giving him a few squeezes every so often. Jungkook does an impressive job at keeping his composure and carrying on. It doesn’t take long before he’s swelling in your hand, getting harder with every stroke.

When you feel him poking against the fabric of his shorts, you slowly move your hand and slip it past his waistband. Jungkook jolts again when your cold fingers touch his hot skin, and he waves it off as another chill. His friends make fun of him, claiming he can’t handle the beach breeze anymore since he’s been away in the city with them, and he recovers quickly with a joke of his own.

You thought he’d stop you, but instead, Jungkook opens his legs more and leans back. Taking his invitation, you grip his cock full-on and he immediately lets out a low groan. The sound has you clenching your thighs and you squeeze him to hear it again. To Jungkook’s credit, he does a good job at keeping his voice level when he’s speaking, considering you’re starting to jerk him off in front of his friends and the other partygoers.

You set a steady pace, too slow for anyone to notice what’s happening, but fast enough that Jungkook’s legs are shaking. He’s panting as quietly as he can, his hand under the blanket gripping your arm for stability.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” you turn to whisper in his ear, his breath hitching at your words.

“P-please, Y/n.”

“Please what, Jungkookie?”

“I-m - I just - I want to cum.”

“Right here? In front of all of these people? You’re such a bad boy, baby.”

Jungkook lets out a whine that has you feeling just how wet you’ve become. You planned to tease him a bit, but now you just want him to cum for you right here. “Y/n, I -”

The sound of sirens approaching suddenly interrupts the atmosphere, and you quickly yank your hands out of Jungkook’s shorts.

No one moves until you hear someone yelling for everyone to run. You jump up, grab Jungkook’s hand, and run down the beach among another group of people. You split off from most of them, trekking through some nearby shrubbery with your rental house in mind.

The two of you only make a few stops in the greenery, making sure you’re not spotted by the officers, and soon you’re sprinting the last few feet to the house. You quickly type in the lock code and open the door, finally relaxing once you’re both inside.

“Anyone else here?!” You call through the beach house. “Krystal?! Irene?! Luna?!” You’re met with silence, assuming your friends are still somewhere on the beach. Jungkook is sprawled out on the couch, catching his breath with his legs open enough for you to admire the bulge in his shorts.

Now that you’re away from prying eyes and out of immediate danger, the lust you felt earlier quickly comes rushing back, and you want to do something about it now.

“Let’s go,” you demand, and without hesitation, Jungkook’s head whips up to look at you. He scrambles up from the couch and follows you down the hall to your room. As soon as he’s over the threshold and the door is shut, you press him against the wood, bodies flush against one another.

“Y/n,” he groans as your thigh slips between his legs, rubbing against him.

“Tell me at any time to stop, okay? If you don’t want this we-”

“No! Fuck, I want this so bad. I want you.” You kiss him as soon as the last word leaves his mouth. Jungkook melts into you, arms wrapping around your waist to pull you closer. He wedges his thigh under your dress, between your legs and you relish in how firm and muscular he feels against you.

The two of you get lost in the kiss, tongues caressing, hands gripping anything they can. You find a similar rocking motion against one another as your thigh rubs against Jungkook’s hardening cock and his knee hits your clit with every move.

The wetness in your panties becomes too much as you pull away from him, both of you panting messes. You pull him to the bed and push him onto it, quickly climbing into his lap and straddling him.

Your lips meet again in another heated kiss and Jungkook groans as you grind on him. He’s hard underneath you, so you move your hips faster and pull apart to let out moans. His head lolls back at the friction, mouth open as more moans tumble from his lips and his hands grip your hips.

“You’re so pretty, baby boy.” You coo, hand coming up to cup his face. He lets out a higher-pitched moan at the pet name. “You like when I call you names?”

“Mmhmm,” it comes out a whimper.

“You like being my baby boy?” You slip your hands under his shirt and he jumps which ultimately makes him rut up against you and has him whining.

“Yes, yes.” Jungkook’s words are desperate, his hands still clutching your hips. He throws his head back again and you can’t help but lean forward and bite the flesh of his throat, sucking a mark there. The skin is soft and slightly salty from sweat. Leaving a kiss on the mark you quickly make, you switch to the other side and leave another there, Jungkook begging you at this point.

“I need you, please Y/n.

When you pull back and look at him, his doe-eyes are impossibly wider as he stares at you, an irresistible pout on his lips. They’re red from the way he gnawed on them as you worked at his neck. The urge to feel his lips on your pussy is overwhelming as you climb out of his lap.

“Clothes off. Now.” You breathe, already tugging your dress over your head. Jungkook follows suit, rushing to yank his shirt and shorts off.

You both stand there for a few seconds, wordlessly admiring your bodies. Seeing Jungkook in only shorts in the water is nothing compared to his nude form. You’re not sure who moves first, but you meet somewhere in the middle and your hands tangle in his faded blue locks as your lips meet again in a flurry.

The kisses are desperate and fast and match the feeling of Jungkook’s hands wandering over your body. Warm fingers settle on your breasts, his tattooed fingers tweaking your nipples, making you lean into his touch.

“One second, baby boy.” You reluctantly pull away and rush to your suitcase. It only takes you a few seconds to find the small pocket inside with the box of condoms you brought with you. You’re barely a few inches away from the bed before Jungkook leaps up to wrap his arms around you and lays you onto the bed.

Jungkook’s soft lips start at your neck, licking and suckling the skin, no doubt leaving you a mark of your own to find later. He makes his way down to your breasts, mouth latching onto your nipple and sucking which has your back bowing off of the bed and closer to him. You’re lost in the moment as he continues to alternate between your breasts, fingers pinching what he doesn’t have his mouth on.

When you feel Jungkook’s fingers dance down your belly and to your clit, you grab his wrist, stopping him.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, panic in his voice that he’s done something wrong.

You sit up and place a kiss on his nose to calm his nerves. “Turn over. On your back.” You tell him. He nods, scrambling to do what he’s told. Once he’s flat on the bed, eyes blinking up at you, you straddle his lap, seeing him tremble in anticipation.

“You’re so pretty like this, baby boy.” You coo as you rub his chest, tweaking his nipples a few times. Jungkook lets out a groan and squirms underneath you. As much as you want to continue teasing him, the throbbing between your legs needs attention now.

Your nails scrape against his skin one more time before you move to shimmy up his body, placing your thighs on either side of his head. Jungkook licks his lips, eyes locked onto the way your pussy glistens right in front of him. Once you’re settled, he impatiently reaches up to grab your thighs and pulls you down to his mouth.

Jungkook wastes no time in lapping at your pussy, the sounds of him slurping at your juices fill the room, mixing with the moans he has you letting out. Rocking your hips, you begin riding his face, his hands grabbing your thighs to keep you close to his mouth.

“Fuck, Jungkook!” You pant as he begins fucking you with his tongue, the muscle rubbing against your walls in a way that has you shaking already. “So good… such a good boy, don’t stop.”

Jungkook’s grip on your thighs tightens and he lets out a moan at your words, the sound vibrating deliciously against your moist lips. You rock into him faster and change the angle which plunges his tongue deeper and makes room for his nose to bump into your clit with every forward motion.

“Yes… yes right there, baby!” Your hands shoot out to steady yourself against the headboard as you wiggle against him faster, your orgasm hitting you fast and hard. A scream slips out of you as you hunch over, your body still tingling. Jungkook laps at you, cleaning you up and only serving to rile you up all over again.

Panting, you lift from his face, and Jungkook whines at the loss of you. He’s not left untouched for long because you scoot down his body, your core hovering over his hard cock. You take it into your hand, eliciting a hiss out of him, followed by another whine.

“You want to fuck me, Jungkookie?”

“Yes! Fuck, yes please, Y/n!” He bucks his hips up and continues to beg a few more times. You grab the condom laying next to your body and tear it open. Slowly, you roll it down his cock, taking your time to tease him along the way. He croaks out another plea right as you line him up with your entrance and sink onto his length.

You let out identical moans as he fills you and you begin to rock your hips. Jungkook’s hands shoot up to grab your hips as he starts to thrust up into you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you chant, as you find a pace consistently bouncing up and down in his lap.

“Y/n, fuck you feel so good!” He says through gritted teeth, eyes locked on your breasts as they bounce along with you.

“Yeah? Yo-you like fucking me?”

“Yes… so much… so good…” The younger man anchors his feet flat on the bed, knocking you off balance and falling towards his chest. His strong arms wrap about your waist as your hands hold you up on either side of his head. Jungkook uses the new position and fuck you harder, the force jolting you forward repeatedly.

“Ah! Jungkook, just like that! Right there!”

“Y/n, please, I’m so close!” A layer of sweat covers you both as he continues to pound into you.

“Gonna cum for me, baby? Gonna fill me up?” You whisper into his ear, placing a kiss on it before licking at his earrings.

“Yes! Please, Y/n, can I cum?!” He begs over and over again, his words starting to jumble together.

“Yes, Jungkookie, cum for me. Cum inside of me.” No sooner than you say it, Jungkook tosses his head back, hips pushing his cock as far as it’ll go as he fills the condom. He lets out a long, high-pitched moan that has you rutting against him faster and cumming soon after. You let out a squeal, your second orgasm hitting you harder than the first.

You both stay where you are as he softens inside of you while your breathing evens out. As much as you don’t want to, you move off of his lap, both of you sighing at the feeling of him slipping out of you. You flop on your back next to him, savoring the post-orgasm bliss.

“How was that?” You finally ask, a smirk in your voice.

“Y/n, you’ve ruined any other pussy for me that I’ve ever had in my entire life,” he says, eyebrows knitted together, but you both still end up bursting into laughter.

“I guess I’ve ruined you for any future girls too, huh?”

Jungkook stops laughing, giving you a goofy smile. “Well, I was hoping that I wouldn’t really have any future girls other than you.” His words make you flush and you lean forward, holding his face in your hands to kiss him.

This kiss is much sweeter than the earlier ones you shared and you relax into the feeling of Jungkook. You kiss him until you have to break away with a yawn and he makes a move to get up.

“Where are you going?” You ask, holding onto his arm.

“Oh, uh, I was going to go home…?”

“You don’t have to.” You don’t know what’s gotten into you, but a wave of bashfulness overcomes you at your words.

“You don’t have to tell me twice!” Jungkook grins, quickly disposing of the condom then slinking under the blanket, pulling it over you both. You didn’t realize how tired you were until you were bundled up and lying on Jungkook’s bare chest. Just like a scene in a cheesy romantic movie, you fall asleep to the sound of Jungkook’s heartbeat.

Light has long since peeked through the blinds when you wake up the next morning. Jungkook is still fast asleep when you slip out of bed and grab your robe from the corner of the room. After tying it closed, you tiptoe out of the room and immediately smell bacon.

“Well, look who it is!” Krystal announces when you walk into the kitchen. She and Luna are at the table while Irene is at the stove, carrying a pan with eggs to the table. “How was your night, sleeping beauty?”

“It was good,” you say nonchalantly, eyeing the spread of food. “Breakfast looks good too.”

“Don’t change the subject! I poked my head in when we all got back sometime in the early morning and I saw you have a certain sexy surfer boy in your bed.” Luna teases, wiggling her eyebrows at you.

You shove a strip of bacon in your mouth, chewing slowly. “What time did you guys get in last night?”

Irene shrugs as she joins the three of you at the table. “Not sure. After the beach patrol busted everyone, we all scattered. I ended up going to that pizza place we went to the other night with a guy I met at the party. Luna and Krystal ran to another part right?”

Krystal nods. “Yeah, it was us and a few other people. We found a more secluded part and smoked a little before calling it a night. When did you and lover boy come back here and continue the party?”

Shrugging, you take a sip of Irene’s nearby coffee. “We ran back here right after everyone first ran off.”

“And then you fucked?”

“Yes, Luna, then we fucked.”

“And what was it like? Was he good? He looks like he knows what he’s doing.”

You try and think of the right word to describe last night, but all you can think of is, “Indescribable. It was better than I imagined it’d be.”

Your friends all clap and Krystal raises her hand to high-five you. “That’s my girl! See, you got what you wanted in the end! How does he compare to your hookups of summers past?”

“Yeah, I remember you saying just how flexible Sota was able to make you when you two hooked up last year.”

At the memory of your fling last summer you laughed. “Oh Irene, Sota doesn’t have anything on Jungkook okay? I don’t think anyone I’ve ever fucked made me cum as hard as Jungkook. I went to sleep dreaming about his dick okay?”

“Who would’ve thought your most memorable summer fling would be in some random coastal town.”

“Yeah, what Irene said. And maybe you’ll actually call Jungkook back after the summer is over. That girl from a few summers ago was hella persistent with her texts before you blocked her.”

You nod at Krystal. “Yeah and I-” You stop talking when you hear a throat clear behind you. You and the girls all turn to see Jungkook standing in the entryway of the kitchen with only his shorts on. The expression on his face is the complete opposite of the blissed-out one he wore last night. “Morning Jun-”

“Don’t worry, I’m on my way out. You don’t have to worry about me texting you too much.” You frown, trying to comprehend his words before you realize that he heard everything you and your friends were just talking about.

“Jungkook, that’s not what it sounded like.” You try and save yourself, but he’s already stomping to the front door, shoes, and shirt in his arms. “Jungkook, wait!” You run after him, following him to the front porch. “Please.”

“Please what, Y/n?” He turns quickly and you stumble. “I heard you, okay?! I heard you and your friends just now! It’s obvious what last night was for you.”

“It’s not like that.”

“So you don’t hook up with people on your summer vacations? I’m not another one of these hookups?” There is clear hurt swimming in his brown eyes and it’s painful to see.

“I… well, I mean yes, I have slept with people on previous vacations, but you’re different.”

“Yeah, I’m sure. Because I’m such a good fuck, right?” Jungkook scoffs and turns away from you to keep going.

“Please, let me explain!”

“Save it. I don’t wanna hear it right now. And don’t come after me!” He calls back, taking off in a jog down the walkway and across the beach to the sidewalk.

You watch him go, a heavy feeling in the pit of your stomach. Jungkook is different. He’s the first person you’ve met that you feel an actual connection with. You planned on telling him all this before the summer was over - before you had to go and open your big mouth with him in the next room.

You respect his wishes and don’t follow him. You even decide to give him a day to cool off, before sending him a text to ask him to meet up so you can talk. He ignores that text and the one you send him later that night. He then proceeds to ignore your calls and messages for the next two days.

Each morning, you go to the beach as normal, waiting for him to show up, but you don’t see him at all. You don’t even see Mingyu or Yugyeom on the beach either when you try to spot them both days.

On the third day of Jungkook ignoring you, you go around to his friends that you know are usually around. You’re not sure where Jungkook lives, but you can’t imagine it’s too far since he jogs on the beach every morning. Seokjin, the surf instructor, refuses to tell you anything, dismissing you almost as soon as you approach him. One of his friends, Hoseok, is a lifeguard on the beach, and when you find him at his post, you beg to know where Jungkook lives. The man simply tells you that if you don’t need him for a lifeguard emergency, then he can’t speak to you.

Getting desperate, you go into town, begging his friend Jimin in the ice cream shop to tell you how to get to Jungkook’s parent’s house, but he also clearly knows what’s going on, because he asks you to either buy ice cream or get out of the line.

Defeated, you slink out of the shop and slouch to the ground, tears welling in your eyes. After spending each day with Jungkook, not being with him feels wrong. The way you feel about him now makes you miss him more with each missed text message and ignored call. You want so badly to see him and just explain. You admit that you shouldn't have been bragging so much about your night together with him still in the house, but all you want is to get the chance to make it up to him.

You’re about ready to scour the beach for any sign of any more of Jungkook’s friends when Jimin steps out of the ice cream shop on his phone. Ducking out of the way behind the side of the building closest to you, you stick around when you hear him say Jungkook’s name.

“Jungkook, I can’t just give you two gallons of ice cream! I love you but not enough to use my employee discount on you again…. Fine, send Yugyeom or Mingyu and I’ll send it back with them…. Yeah, you better throw in a tip for me too. Bye.”

Jimin steps back into the shop and the gears in your head turn. If you just wait around for one of his friends to show up they’ll lead you to where Jungkook is.

“Stupid. I’m so stupid!” Is all Jungkook tells himself after overhearing you talking about him. He should’ve known a woman like you wouldn’t want anything more than one night with him. He’s just a kid compared to the people you’ve been with.

He’s mad at himself for even allowing the feelings he has for you to grow the way they have. Admittedly, when he first saw you last month, you were just another tourist, albeit the most gorgeous tourist he’s ever seen. Then he got to know you and the more time you spent together, the more his feelings for you grew, making his heart race every time you kissed or touched him.

The night of the bonfire, he was going to officially ask you to be his girlfriend and you’d figure out your relationship from there. But then the officers showed up and you went back to your place, finally having sex and the thought was gone. When he woke up that morning, he planned on asking you then, but as he was padding down the hall and pulling on his clothes, he heard you and your friends.

One of them said something about other summer hookups and how you finally got what you wanted by fucking him. Jungkook remembers the sick feeling in the pit of his stomach at your words and the pain in his chest. He felt tears prickle at the backs of his eyes but refused to cry until he was away from you and at home.

And he did just that, throwing himself onto his bed and letting cries slip out. Jungkook never expected to marry you at the end of the summer, but hearing that he was the only one who had strong feelings and wanted something more hurt like hell.

He knows you’ve been calling and texting. He can’t bring himself to block you, so instead, he just turns the ringer down every time you call and continues to absorb himself in snacks, video games, and self-pity. Ignoring the urge to go out and surf is killing him, but he can’t risk seeing you. He’s still hurt and is scared to have this conversation. Hearing the straight-forward rejection will make this so much worse.

He tells his best friends from home, Yugyeom, and Mingyu that the two of you aren’t talking right now, and that you may have broken up. This thankfully stops them from answering any of your questions about him when you come looking. They’ve all taken turns to stop by and check on Jungkook, making sure he’s doing alright, all things considered.

Yugyeom and Mingyu stop by today, playing video games with Jungkook and Mingyu even leaves to briefly walk to the ice cream shop and pick up some ice cream from Jimin.

“So,” Yugyeom asks in between trash-talking about Mingyu's gameplay. “Are you gonna tell us what happened with Y/n?”

“No,” Jungkook says without looking up.

“Can we guess?”

“No.”

His friends exchange looks he misses, but don’t push the subject. They stay for another hour before they decide to leave, citing the need to get sunlight. Jungkook walks them out, saying goodbye and heading back upstairs. He’s about to finish the rest of one of the tubs of ice cream when he hears music playing from outside his window. He thinks he’s crazy at first hearing “If I Ain’t Got You” playing.

Jungkook pokes his head out of the window and sees you. You’re under his window, a small box-shaped bluetooth speaker raised over your head blaring music. He squints and sees the speaker looks similar to the ones you can win at one of the boardwalk games. He’s amused for a second until he remembers why he’s upset.

“Y/n, why are you at my house playing Alicia Keys?”

“I was trying to get your attention.”

“Well, it worked. Also, how do you know where I live?”

“I was at the ice cream shop when Jimin got your call asking for ice cream. I followed Mingyu back here and waited until they left.”

“That’s kind of creepy.”

“No one would tell me where you lived!”

Jungkook sighs, resting on his forearms. “Why do you think that is, Y/n?”

“I know. I know you’re still mad. I’m sorry for hurting you with what I said. I know it sounded bad, but please let me talk to you. I miss you.”

Jungkook hates how weak he feels at the soft way you say you miss him.

“I’m coming down.” He murmurs, disappearing from the window and going downstairs to let you in. The walk up three flights of stairs is quiet as he leads you to his childhood bedroom. You take in the messy room with posters all over the wall and books all over the floor. “So, what is it?” Jungkook cuts to chase, leaning against his desk as he waits for you.

Taking in a deep breath, you plop onto his bed. “I’m sorry, again for what I said. I know that it sounded bad, believe me, but I wasn’t talking about you to make you sound like a quick fuck. I admit that usually on these summer trips my friends and I take, I end up sleeping with someone that I’ve met that I’m attracted to and it’s usually left just as that. I’m not going to apologize for being a consenting adult and enjoying sex, but I’m sorry for seeing you as another summer fling - at first.” You make sure to annunciate the last part.

“Jungkook, every day that we spent time together, I started to like you more and more. You went from the hot younger guy that I wanted to sleep with to this funny, charming, sweet guy that I wanted to spend all my time with and know more. I promise you, that what I feel for you is real. I’ve grown to really, truly care about you and I don’t want to stop seeing you. Please believe me.” You hope more than anything that your words can thoroughly convey your feelings. Jungkook is still across the room, expression unreadable.

“So, you weren’t planning on forgetting I existed the morning after we slept together?”

“No! No, I swear I wasn’t. I was honestly just bragging about our night together and I’m sorry for talking about you like that. I’ll apologize as many times as you want me to, just know that I’m being genuine.” Your expression is desperate as you plead with him and he can see how your eyes glisten with tears that threaten to spill.

Without another word, Jungkook crosses the room and pulls you into a hug, and you immediately melt in his arms. He decides to believe you. If you truly only saw him as nothing more than a hookup, you wouldn’t have been chasing after him and going as far as to follow someone to his house. It’d be much easier for you to just leave it and go on with your vacation, but you didn’t.

He grabs your face, pulling you into a kiss that you eagerly return. The same jittery feeling that you get in your stomach when Jungkook touches you is back, but it’s much more intense this time. The feeling is the same for Jungkook and just as intense.

“I forgive you,” he breathes out after finally pulling back. “I’m sorry for not staying to talk it out with you. I was just upset. It’s not that you talking about our sex upset me, it was just the way that I thought the conversation was going that hurt me.”

“I know, and you needed time, I get that. Thanks for not turning me away again.”

“I’ve never had a girl serenade me outside of my window before so I’d be lying if I said I didn’t kind of like it.”

“Well, I’ll serenade you with as many songs as you want as long as you don’t ghost me anymore.”

Jungkook smiles and he knows the expression is dopey, but he doesn’t care. “Deal.”

Things between you and Jungkook pick up naturally as they had before your misunderstanding. The rest of the summer is different than any other summer trip you’ve taken, and that’s okay with you. Jungkook’s friends accepted you again, and your friends even apologized to him too for the conversation he heard.

Things went well for the remainder of the summer, until the day that you and your friends need to fly back to the East coast. Jungkook is standing on the front porch of your rental house with you. Your bags are at your feet, and your hands are locked with Jungkook’s.

“And you’ll text me when you get to the airport right?”

“Yes, Jungkook.”

“And when you’ve boarded?”

“Yes.”

“And when you land?”

“Jungkook, of course, I will.”

He rests his forehead against yours, the two of you standing together in silence.

“I’ll miss you,” you finally say. You’ve decided to pursue a long-distance relationship. You’ve been in long-distance relationships twice in your life, but neither worked out. Like you kept reminding yourself though, Jungkook is different. You believe that things between you will work out, even on opposite coasts.

“I’ll miss you too,” he whispers back, your lips brushing with each word.

“Hey, I really hate to break up your moment, but we gotta get to the airport, Y/n,” Irene calls over her shoulder as she inputs the code to lock the front door. She wishes Jungkook a goodbye and lugs her last bag to the car where Luna and Krystal are waiting.

“I promise you’ll get a text, okay?”

“Yeah…” Jungkook mumbles before pulling you into a soft, bittersweet kiss. When he pulls away you can see the wet way his brown eyes shine. “Hey, don’t cry, baby. I’m coming back for spring break, remember? And we’re gonna video chat when I’m home.” Jungkook nods, wiping at his eyes.

When you finally pull away from him, he walks you to the car holding both of your bags for you. Once they’re packed in the trunk you kiss again savoring the sweet taste of his mouth.

“Okay, I really gotta go.” You pinch yourself to pull away and practically leap into the backseat so you’re not tempted to keep kissing him.

As if knowing how much self-restraint you’re practicing, Irene throws a glance your way through the rearview mirror and backs out of the parking spot without hesitation. Jungkook watches you go, waving until you can’t see him in the distance any longer.

Your phone immediately lights up with heart emojis making you smile as you feel yourself blush.

“Gag! Are you gonna be all clingy with him even across the country?” Krystal complains, not even hiding the way she’s leaning over your shoulder peering at your screen.

“Maybe. Mind your business and you won’t have to see it.”

“Well, I beg you to remember how thin our apartment walls are. The last thing I need is to hear you calling Jungkook 'daddy' or something.”

You let out a laugh, and before you can stop yourself you say, “Bold of you to assume he won’t be calling me 'mommy'.”

Silence takes over the car, followed by various calls of “oh my god!” You laugh along with your friends, trying to push down the longing you already feel for Jungkook. This may be your first serious relationship in years, but Jungkook already has your emotions in the palm of his hand, and you know they’ll stay there once you’re back in your time zone.

You don’t want to even breathe the ‘l word,’ but it does cross your mind. You’re not there yet, but if your phone keeps vibrating with sweet messages the way it is, you can easily see yourself falling for Jungkook. For now, though, you’ll enjoy your new relationship with your dreamy surfer boy.

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Fic Recs | Sports AU, Jock AU - Jungkook

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🌹 a total of 56 fics 🌹 👀(I swear I didn’t realize I’ve read a lot of sports au)

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Pretty Boy @angelguk - drabbles series [7/?] | 8.7k, so far | jock!jaykay x bestfriend | F, S, A

⚾ Baseball

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The devil’s change up @jungblue - one shot | 41.3k | College AU | S, F (Who doesn’t know this fic? I feel like I’ve included all of their works in every list 🥰)

🏀 Basketball

Instant Gratification @dovechim - series [3/3 + drabble] | 43.7k | fwb AU, cheerleader!reader | S, A, F

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🎳 Bowling

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🥊 Boxing, MMA Fighter

Animal @cutaepatootie - series [9/9] | 115.6k | storytelling of the past by present Jungkook, drama | A, F, S 😭

Bruised (ongoing) @acc3ssdenied - series [6/?] | 20.7k, so far | bad boy AU, tattooed!jungkook, underground boxing | A, F, S

Can’t Be Without You @ahundredtimesover - one shot | 30.2k | Bestfriend AU, Underground Fighter AU | A, F, S

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Knockout @gamerguk - one shot | 4k | slice of life, sub!jk, dad!jk | S, F

Quarters @justoneday-namjoonii - series [8/10] | 36.4k | drama, boxer!jk x ice skater, check warnings | A, S, F

Safety Net @pradaksj - two shot [2/2] | 40k | Enemies to Friends, Roommates AU | A, F, S

The Art of Boxing @seokiie - one shot | 4k | boxing class instructor JK, pwp | S

Sucker Punch @satanssmuts - one shot | 5k | boxer who needs anger management x therapist | S

South Paw @starshapedkookie - one shot | 30k | childhood friends, ex-bestfriends, college au, frat au, underground fighting | A, S, F (I really like the boxing scene, so exhilarating 🤗)

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Too Close @cutechim - drabble series | 12.8k, so far | gang au, husband!jk, dilf!jk | A, F, S

📢 Cheerleader!Jungkook

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🏈 Rugby/Football (sports knowledge = 0; don’t get mad at me for putting them together ✌)

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🌷 posted: 2021 Feb 11

🌷 updated: 2021 April 19 (new fics are highlighted)

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So Far.

Pairing: jeon jungkook x f!reader.

Genre: Yandere, dark themes, Angst, hybrid au!.

Summary: ❝He should make sure you never had the sole thought of having a chance to escape him. Obviously you couldn't do it with your swollen belly with his son, right? ❞

Warnings: Yandere behavior, obsession, harassment/mild stalking, humiliation, implicit murder, mention of suicide, shark hybrid!Jungkook, death threats, mating/breeding season, fear, is it cannibalism if it is a human eating hybrid?, Sexual relations dubc*n/nonc*n near the end very slightly created let me go:(, explicit creampie, oral sex (male and female receiving), forced pregnancy, rough sex uhg!, regular dirty talk, reader feels very embarrassed by everything, light voyeurism (Jungkook spies on reader while changing), nonc*n touching, past story in Jungkook's life that I hope you understand, slapping, hitting, slightly broken reader, unprotected sex (don't do this), cruel and scary Jungkook.

Number of words: 6k+

Order made by: jeonsookyun♥ (on wattpad)

︙Author's note: This fic was a request that I received on wattpad, I really liked doing it. It's pretty dirty so... well I hope you enjoy it.

Read the warnings well, this fic is a bit dark due to the contrasts in the scenes and also Jungkook is crazy and I hate him, but I love him:)... By this I mean that maybe I lost a lot of things that are very important and that I did not put in the warnings.

(Sorry for any mistakes, my first language is not English and I am not fluent either.)

Puedes leer este fic y más aquí en español.

So far.

You could never explain what the sea made you feel, something so big and mysterious, carrying waves that crashed against your feet on the shore.

You used to sit in that same place for as long as you could remember, your parents liked to walk on the sand together and holding hands. Faithful admirers of the beautiful landscape of the sun hiding on the horizon with its last rays, giving a meaningful last goodbye until the next day. The black cloak of the night covered the entire sky, along with a call from your mother advising that it was time to go home, your body perked up when you woke up excited to run into her arms and tell her about what you saw in the crystal clear waters, hidden in its depths.

Now, with her sudden absence, you could only tell your thoughts to the sea that loomed proudly before you. Its devastatingly strong waves, that for a few seconds you thought about obeying your partner who warned you about the danger of angry water, in days like this it was better to just avoid it.

However, even after all that you couldn't help but be curious to explore his darker side. The rocks collided with the water with ferocious roars, fear did not invade you at any time while you took your most reliable board, raising your body on it with the certainty that you would return to shore soon and could go home, you swam to the perfect place with a smile. Your body swayed slightly, you were standing riding the wave chosen for you by the sea, the air of a sunny day on your face, your eyes fixed on the golden sand waiting for you.

Perhaps you did not remember the fear that suddenly came to you after falling into the water that at that moment seemed deadly cold, a storm approaching from the horizon where the sun could no longer be seen completely, its light just a flash of a memory. You were trying to survive, swimming between the storm and the unthinkable, you would probably die drowned in the immense waves that you used to like to challenge with your board in hand, you would smile along with your fellow surfers who encouraged you to join them. All that seemed to be left behind, being washed away like sand. Your lungs did not give more and your energy to fight was low, your arms began to tire in a few seconds until you fell unconscious by a new wave dragging your body hard against a reef, hitting your head and back repeatedly.

The pain of that moment was your most recent memory, your vision clouded by the light of the new day. It was in that place where you found yourself in confusion and fear, your arms covering your chest and stomach asking for food. You wondered how long you were unconscious, and how the same sea that condemned you to such an experience was capable of taking you safely to that island paradise. It was quite small compared to others that you had managed to visit with your friends, it seemed to be hidden and not far from your home, you would never be able to explain how you never saw it before, or because nobody spoke about it. Visually was very beautiful, her sand almost white and without signs of having been disturbed.

A distinctive noise in the waters near the shore caught your attention, a sudden fright made you stand up ready to scream. Naively thinking that a diver had managed to find you and would call for help. However, your face changed to an expression of total terror when you managed to see the unique fin of a shark rising between the water and the sand that it seemed to be removed by the animal, causing you to not be able to see it correctly. You go back, leaving him alone and looking for wood or something similar to be able to make a fire for the night, you hoped you would not be long in that heavenly place. Your feet left mark on your silent paths, sometimes stopping to take some fruits from the trees, they seemed too well cared for as to be so hidden, the doubt growing in your head if it was someone's private island. The answers to your questions were given by your own eyes, a small solitary cabin located possibly in the middle of the island, it seemed a little decayed and its wood began to deteriorate with time.

It must have been abandoned for years, you thought for a few seconds before choosing to bravely knock on the door.

The only song of the birds fluttering the vegetation confirmed that there was no one inside and that if you were completely alone in the gigantic surroundings, you touch again as a precaution. Your hand trembled when the rusty knob moved, with the noise of the door opening, screeching of wood and worn metal invaded you, the smell of damp and earth made you recoil in disgust. Inside it didn't seem to be any better, there was some small furniture in various places, a bed and curiously ... a baby crib. You internally thank the owners of that mysterious cabin for leaving blankets and canned food, as well as firewood and a light bulb, you tried the light that to your relief turned on, a solar panel outside caught your attention. Maybe it wasn't a house, just a resting place.

You would never believe that someone wanted to live so lonely. You joke in your thoughts that maybe a hermit or monster lived there, you try busy putting some order to the place. You sweep the floor as your last task, your head poked out of the door when you heard a noise and you quickly grabbed a knife hidden in one of the drawers under the bed.

It was just rain.

Your body relaxed, closing the door behind you. You set a fire in the small fireplace, beginning to warm up and fleeing the darkness of the night with the light from the spotlight, your arms covered your body with melancholy. Everyone would surely be looking for you on that cold night, or possibly they already left you for dead. You sob almost unexpectedly, with fury against yourself, you should never have tried to tame the untamed, the sea dragged you against loneliness and I punish you for your pride by challenging it.

Your body fell against the soft sheets, covering you with them from the freezing weather. Your warmth could make you fall asleep, your eyes closed wearily, without remembering to close the door as a precaution.

Unaware of the dangers of the mysterious and unknown place, you slept in peace.

Jungkook watched you for a few seconds, he had never seen a human so closely, your relaxed and beautiful face managed to attract his attention immediately. Maybe he should be angry, he thought, you were a stranger invading his territory and even more precious than that, his home. Your body moved unexpectedly, causing him to panic and recoil. Your hands came out from under the sheet to hug yourself and shiver, you were shivering with cold.

In a desperate act, I pulled out two blankets from his favorite drawer, hidden under his crib mattress, covered you until you stopped shaking. The heat seemed to comfort you, a slight smile touched your lips briefly, I wish I could see more of your beautiful expressions, his hands itched to touch you and feel the softness of your skin, the lightness of your hair, and how full it would feel if Someday you would hold him tight She imagined presenting herself to you, offering to stay with him and be his friend, forever.

You seemed very comfortable there, you even ordered her home that could now also be yours.

He sat down next to you with a sigh, his face dangerously and tantalizingly close to you, his lips an inch from touching. You opened your eyes, the light of the new day in your sight. You smile, but your happiness doesn't last long, the door was open.

Fearful you take the knife, ready to attack anyone who is a danger, you walk around without noticing anything strange. You wince, entering the safety of the cabin again, and this time you shut the door as tightly as you can. You open a can of beans, and surprisingly manage to find several bottles of water. The person or family that lived there had to come often, even so you try to take Io as little as possible, rationing everything for days, you only had food and water for three weeks. Later, you would die of hunger or thirst, or perhaps from some infection or bite of some deadly insect.

Your clothes began to be uncomfortable, you look around the corners until you find a fairly well-cared dress, and some shoes that accompanied it. You change in silence, putting your clothes aside and then looking for a place to wash them.

You walk out the door, still unsure of being able to be calm in that place alone and with many dangers.

Your feet always leaving footprints behind you, your eyes follow the emptiness of the crystal clear water, you expected to see a boat or sign of life but there is only water, water and much more water around you. A trembling sigh escapes your lips, you look down for a few seconds before seeing a small and curious necklace buried shallow in the sand, your hands took it trying to find the owner, the photo inside was that of a woman, the black and white colors highlighting her beautiful and delicate face. She was very beautiful, your fingers touched the gold of that mysterious necklace, you thought that the sea had brought it in its calm waves that morning. You keep it in a small pocket that the dress carried, continuing on your way and looking for more signs of life, you want to be able to see a boat or fishermen doing their usual day. But no, only the song of the birds accompanied you eternally, until the rain fell again from the now gray sky, a storm as deadly as the one that took you to that island was present.

You ran through the trees, scared that you could not find the cabin that was your temporary refuge, the waves of the sea rising without compassion for anyone. The dress that you found in perfect condition now stained with dirt and wet from the drops that fell like tears, your feet almost slipped in the infernal mud. You closed the door as soon as you managed to enter, your trembling lips and cold skin forced you to search among all the dusty things in the place. Your steps froze like your heart, which stopped beating for a few seconds, a knock on the door scared you notably while your breathing failed in advance to know who would be behind the door and those knocks. Your hand with the knife in it approached, you exhale before asking indecisively.

"Who is?!" You scream, waving the knife in warning. Although the person could not see it.

The person seemed to hesitate just like you, shyly returned the question "Hello?" His trembling voice approached the door, knocking again but more softly, "Does anyone live here? The storm made me fall off my ... Boat, I got lost and I swam to this island. Can you help me?" He was silent, until her now weaker voice whispered a little "please."

You shook your head, you couldn't help him because you were also looking for someone to help you. Tears accumulating in your eyes from the frustration of not being able to say "No" to him at once, you put yourself in his shoes thinking about how cold he must feel outside, he sure was hungry and scared like you. In a moment of pity, you removed the first safety, not without first warning him that you had a weapon and not to try anything. You opened the door slightly to see him, he was young just like you, he was shivering with cold just like you, he was scared just like you.

"Enters." You say harshly, letting me pass you by to close the door this time with all decision not to open it again for strangers. "Sorry, I didn't expect to have visitors so soon."

He face showed how nervous he was, instinctively you took a sheet from the bed to give it to her with a small smile, he quickly accepted it by wrapping herself in it. Both remain silent, sometimes crossing glances and communicating without words, you were curious to know where he came from or why he seemed calmer now, perhaps like you he missed his home but preferred to keep it internally and for himself.

They had spent several days together, sometimes separated or too close together, his name properly told you on a dark night, when both were lying in the bed they shared when there was no other, Jungkook was his almost silent whisper, I look at you for what It seemed like an eternity until you fell asleep. It felt strange to be so far away in that narrow place, his body approached yours looking to feel you for a few seconds, his arms surrounded you knowing that you could wake up at any moment and probably see the pleasure he felt from being able to touch you. The lovely smell of your hair invading his mind, his erection jerking in his pants as his hands ambitiously reached down so he could grab your ass to smash his cock against you, his rapid breathing and moans being silenced by the pillow beneath him. He could still remember the first night, the one where you had no choice but to change in front of him, your flushed face gently asking him to turn around in a vague attempt to preserve your modesty. I accept, giving you a simple nod, you would never know that his eyes were constantly glued to your back as you changed as fast as you could.

Maybe he felt bad for abusing your trust, at no point did you turn your head to confirm that he wasn't looking at you, you just continued until you could give a short confirmation that you were ready.

He remembered every detail of you.

Your eyes widen, the sunlight coming through the open door with suspicion, you wake up so hurried and worried to look for Jungkook who was not by your side. He would never leave without warning you, you knew him perfectly, your legs seemed weaker with each day you spent on that island, you had also begun to wake up with your wet crotch, your excitement sliding between your thighs while you tried every morning to clean it before it Jungkook managed to notice. You thought you might have had some suggestive or pleasant dream, but that possibility seemed less and less possible as the days passed.

You walked out of the cabin, calling his name in fear that something bad had happened. His face appeared before you unexpectedly from among the abundant trees, he seemed much more serious than normal. And it was terrifying.

"Hey, where did you go?" You ask with a small grimace, your heart still pounding in your chest. Jungkook seemed to be quieter than a predator hunting defenseless prey.

His dark eyes surrounded you until you felt intimidated, you walk away noticing how close they seemed to be to each other. However, he approached again, taking steps towards you with the same hard gaze.

"Kook?" You whispered, your lips now the tempting fruit of sin. I sickly wished I could kiss you so hard and take your breath away with the brush of his lips.

"I-I'm sorry, I went looking for fruits..." he replied, with a sigh.

You nod, expecting to see the fruit he was supposed to bring, but instead in his hand were two fish hanging on a fishing line. Before you could ask, he was already telling you about his little adventure.

"I found a boat on the shore ... I suppose its owner lost it." He shrugged, starting to light the firewood outside the cabin to cook the fish. "No matter-..."

"What? Of course... II..." Tears began to fall from your eyes unexpectedly, thinking of finally leaving that infernal island. You sobbed, wiping your face and letting Jungkook hug you, his face showing his concern. "Kook... we'll go home!"

"To home?" I mutter puzzled.

"Yes! Where is the ship? We can use it to-..."

"Not."

Your face froze, "What do you mean?"

"T-the ship is ... destroyed" he smiled, almost mockingly seeing your disappointed face. "I could only find these fish there."

"I-okay ..." You whisper, your voice weak and a stifled sob. Your hands cover you, a chill suddenly reaching your body.

Although your face managed to show a small fake smile, that same night you spent hours crying under the sheets next to him. I try to get closer to you to comfort you in his arms, but you always pushed away insisting that you were okay. That everything was damn fine. Despite being physically and mentally tired, hurt and lonely, she was fine.

His eyes were always fixed on your empty face when you seemed to have lost hope in getting out or running away from him. He simply couldn't help but feel happy about your state... Broken. You seemed to be surrendered and it was so exquisite to the sickness of him, perhaps it was selfish or disgusting how he enjoyed using your mind blinded by sadness to approach you with cunning, seeking affection in your vulnerable state. He sweet words confused you.

Seeing you every morning dressed in the old clothes of her mother was beautiful in endearing aspects, your angelic and confused face reminded her so much of her. He could never know for sure why she decided one day to sink into the depths of the sea and abandon it to her fate at thirteen years old. Perhaps it was because of her deteriorated mental state, which made her fear everything, even her own son. Years later, she was able to find her thoughts written on yellowed paper over the years, the ink almost invisible but still readable and paranoid in her texts.

"Today on a day like the previous one I am still scared ... Oh! God forbid I live eternally grateful for not dying at the hands of my beloved son. Jungkook, my little one, for whom I left everything behind so as not to see him suffer in cruelty of society that condemns the different and new. Now I am afraid to sleep next to him, I heard some stories and studied enough to know marine animals, I am terrified to think of my child going through the times of reproduction of his animal part . Will he be able to control that abomination? I am afraid. Taking care of him was my greatest achievement but now fleeing from him will be my salvation.

I will not fall into the condemnation of the flames of hell burning my soul forever when he is able to try to take me with force and contempt for me."

He burned every page and sheet he could find, angry and humiliated. He never thought of being so repulsed by her, her progenitor and beloved first friend, she was with him for years. Until in a cowardly act, he fled at the hands of death. He thought frankly that if she hadn't killed herself so unexpectedly, he would have gladly put her hands on her neck and choked her if he ever didn't allow her to be by your side. Nor would he feel remorse for that.

Now, in his present he could only wait for you to fall further into your inert state. Every night, he hoped to see you sleep as peacefully as the first time, he could stare at you for hours and he wouldn't tire of your beautiful, perfect unconscious face lying in his bed.

If you had been smarter and less trusting, you could have followed him to her hiding place on the shore. The blood of his last victim stained on the sand that would soon be carried by the sea as a mere memory, it was a poor fisherman who had the tragic idea of invading his territory and his safe home with you. He couldn't help but feel furious at the thought of that man helping you to escape from him and his eternal love for you, it was that same anger that perhaps forced him to slaughter the poor idiot and have a delicious feast with his corpse.

Years had passed since he returned to eating human flesh.

His mother let him go to the waters of the sea to ward off fishermen and boats, in an unforeseen act he attacked a pair of divers who tried to escape. He couldn't let them go. He just thought of all those stories his mother used to tell him about humans, how they killed and burned people like him. The woman begged him for mercy when he led them to shore, ready to commit their next crime, she seemed so scared when she couldn't even sigh and her boyfriend was already bleeding to death, she begged him to spare his life and solemnly swears that he would not tell anyone that he had seen it.

Even after all those minutes of tears, he could only strangle his neck.

He remembers burying her in a remote area of the island so that his mother would not suspect, he slightly freed himself from a sentence in hell. Although he knew that anyway after death, he waited for an eternity next to his mother in incessant flames as she used to say that she touched the damned who went against the goodness of God.

Blasphemy.

"You ... do you miss someone right now?" Your voice came from the depths of you, with the same vulnerability and sadness as always.

He hum, without answering you or giving you an accurate confirmation. Your eyes lost looking at the flame of the campfire that they had improvised on another rainy day, a soft tear slipping down your cheek and falling directly into the fire that was not affected in the least, it vaguely reminded you of Jungkook, he did not seem to be affected for nothing, despite spending days with you on that invisible island, which was lost on the maps with magic.

"And you? Do you miss someone?"

You lowered your gaze for a few seconds, "Maybe ... but if I'm going to stay in this damn place forever, I'd better forget them." Your body crouched on the floor got up, ready to sleep and forget you asked in the first place. It would be better to forget. "Good night, kook."

Your body fell on the sheets, with a sigh and closing your eyes. You couldn't even remember your dreams or nightmares, not when you again witnessed the darkness of the night before you. A tickle distracted you, your gaze quickly lowered only to realize that you were naked, you tried to cover your exposed chest with the bed sheet but a growl stopped you, almost like a lethal warning of what you should never do.

Trying to cover yourself with him was a sin in his world.

Jungkook watched you for a few seconds, still leaving soft kisses on your exposed stomach as well as your entire body, his hands touching your soft hips and leaving finger marks. So familiar. He had gone years without a partner, his breeding seasons were torturous, even more so for a lonely male like him who could do nothing but masturbate day after day for the entire period, which seemed longer with each passing year, his part Human achieved almost powerless control of her attacks of go by not being able to free herself completely, she would never do it if she could not find a partner who was willing to her total domination.

But now, you were there. He stared at you, his hands never moved away from your hips to prevent you from letting go or escaping from him, your eyes were wide with fear and you were completely paralyzed, unable to do anything but take a deep breath.

The pain from his grip was unbearable, a groan of pain came from your lips so beautiful. Everything about you was as beautiful as spring, your eyes, your hair, your lips or even your expressions, in all your ways you were perfect for him.

It didn't matter if you knew it or not, he could take you and claim you as his because it was you who invaded his home in the first place.

"K-kook?" The courage you thought you had long ago vanished in those moments, your hands trying not to move to try to cover you. You knew it bothered him the first time you tried, so you could only pray that he was reasonable and he will let you go.

"Hm?" He concluded without paying attention to your calls, his fingers tracing small figures on your bare stomach. A smile played on his lips and for the first time in your life, you felt the horror of thinking that your eyesight failed you and that what you were seeing was an illusion.

His teeth... They looked like knives or knives, your head was totally blocked without being able to have the proper reaction. Maybe yelling would be appropriate, but that would only make things worse and you were in no position to risk dying at his hands.

You didn't want to do it either.

"Please ... don't do this," your pleas went on deaf ears. With that same sinister smile, his body rose above yours, which was quite a bit smaller in size.

He was still dressed, his ice cold hands touching your dry cheeks. You weren't crying and he could only feel a little disappointed, "I can ... And you know? I will," he scoffed leaving a short kiss on your trembling lips. "You better not try anything, darling. If you run away ... better find a good hiding place, although it will be useless because I know every part of this island and every fucking hole where you will try to hide," he gave a funny but graceless laugh. "In the end, I will find you and you will wish you drowned in the damn sea instead of falling here because I will hurt you so much that you will not believe that you are still alive."

His threats were so intimidating that they only made you wonder if you really wished you were alive now, escaping was not in your calculations right now. Your mind was in a trance for a few seconds, just staring at the ceiling hoping it was a bad dream, a nightmare or worse. However, you were pulled into reality with his lips leaving kisses down your neck.

"Your skin is so soft darling ... So light it wouldn't be difficult to rip it off you," her sinister flattery contrasted with her sadistic teasing and her equally terrifying laugh.

You could not believe that you were really living that, you imagined a thousand ways to die on this island but none involved being eaten by a psychopath who seemed to be unreal and monstrous. Your hands against your judgment, tried to push him away from you with force. His kisses soon became something more possessive on your fragile skin, leaving red marks that will soon bloom to purple, he was painting your conviction along with her name on you.

You were his, only his.

"Since I met you I wanted to do this to you ... I can't believe that now I will be able to fuck you with my semen until you are swollen with my son inside you" Another smile made its way onto he previously angelic face, now you could see it behind the mask he drew on himself to deceive you, it was not a white angel with golden wings, it was a black one who fell from heaven into sin and now, he was dragging you with him to the same abyss.

He was damned.

"Please ... I'll do whatever you want," you begged, covering your face in shame.

"You will do that, dear."

His hands held your hips, his head lowered even further, with his knees on the floor right in front of your spread legs and your pussy exposed. He reveled in your grief, you obviously struggled to block his way from his precious delicacy, but just as quickly as before he immobilized you with a threat that he clearly did not plan to carry out. He would never hurt you, after all for something he kept you alive day by day, you were his partner and soul mate.

Soon I would find a way that you would never leave.

"Your pussy must taste delicious honey ... I can't wait to cum inside of you and raise you to be the mother of my son", your face contorted at his dirty words.

Your gaze still on the ceiling, the moonlight now present, leaving evidence of your surrender. What was the use of waiting, you would never leave that place alive. Jungkook imprisoned you, leaving delicate kisses on the inside of your thigh causing you to stifle some involuntary gasps and moans, so sensitive, he smiled. He couldn't believe that he could finally taste you, his tongue quickly plunged into your pussy. A scream came out of your mouth, begging him to stop out of embarrassment.

You could feel it inside of you, your body reacting to the inevitable pleasure you felt.

You bite your tongue before moaning for him, you squirm in his arms that hold you tightly as he continues to savor all your arousal that soon begins to seep through the sheets beneath you. A particularly strong suction on your clitoris clouds your view, your hands hold his hair, you don't know what to do but unconsciously you bring him closer to you. Now begging him to make you have your much appreciated orgasm, his tongue moving deftly inside you.

But it always seems to stop just as you are about to touch your climax, you sob in frustration now begging that I stopped playing with you, pleasure blinding your reason.

"Please ... let me cum", you plead with all your remaining voice, closing your eyes so you don't see him directly.

"Aw honey, I can't ..."

"Why?!" You scream, releasing her hair from your grip. Your hand ready to finish the job by yourself.

"Because it is on my cock where your pretty pussy is going to squirt, I will leave you marked forever that you will not want anyone but me to fuck you" her words make you squeeze your pussy into nothing, with a needy moan . Her hand holds your arm, preventing you from touching without her permission. "Shh, honey, don't be a bad girl. Or I'll have to punish you."

You moan trying to free yourself, your pleas like before make it wet in her pants. It can see the stain on the front of these, the precum leaking from his cock desperate to fuck you so hard. In the bed they shared together, in the bed where they would always sleep together, in the bed where I touch you so many times without you noticing.

"Do you want me to fuck you love?" You desperately nod, your hips trying to find hers to brush your aching pussy against her hard cock. "Tell me baby say you want me to fuck you now"

"Ko-kook fuck me..." you loose between moans and whispers, still unsatisfied he smiles. His fingers go down to your folds to touch them softly, so delicate that you cannot feel it but your orgasm is still present. You just needed something that will fill you, his fingers plunge into you but without moving, just stretching your walls for him.

He didn't want to hurt you when he got out of control.

"It's not enough for me, darling ... If you can't do it right, I can't fuck you the way I want", his endless teasing takes you to a side so submissive and needy that it is impossible for you to tolerate more.

You needed me to fuck you so much.

"Please fuck me! Jungkook fuck me!" You scream, leaving your dignity aside. Your hands move desperately to bring him closer to you.

Another proud smile appears, growls just as impatient as you. Release your cock from his pants making you moan in anticipation, he was very big, you were sure that it was enough for him to sink into you to make you come around him. His cock crashing against his stomach, his hands caressing it for a few seconds just watching your body twist with pleasure.

You were perfect for him, he couldn't wait any longer.

"Suck me." He ordered, your face went blank. You quickly got into four though, crawling across the bed towards him. Your body sitting on your legs, your shaking hands stroking his cock a few times.

"Good girl..." A moan accompanied by praise from him was enough to make you squeeze again around nothing.

Your mouth opened, taking it as far as you could, which was less than half. Grunts and groans came from his pink lips, his hands on your head guiding your movements, he never stopped having control over you.

"Enough honey or I won't be able to fill you with my cum, you don't want that right?", A nasty laugh from him in a hoarse voice, you denied so absorbed in his game as to think twice.

You only wanted something from him, while he wanted everything from you.

Soon, you find that nothing really turns out the way you want it to.

He gently pushed you against the sheets, his body lunging against yours helplessly underneath. He took a few seconds to observe you and preserve the beautiful memory of you, giving your whole life to his hands. He would take better care of you than before, after you got pregnant with him he could do everything for you and give you the world if you asked him.

Eager, I lower his hands to squeeze your breasts, subtle moans coming from your lips and whispering to fuck you. His cock got even harder if possible, he held your legs in his arms so he could enter you without any problem. He thought about turning your back but he wanted to see you without missing any of the cute expressions you made.

"I love you..." he whispered, placing a chaste kiss on your knee before burying his cock in your tight, wet pussy. His arms are on either side of your head, his cold, calculating eyes staring at you.

You thought you saw a flash of affection in them, but it disappeared so quickly that perhaps it was an illusion of the moment. You could feel it inside him, his cock crashing against your walls, you feel the pleasure that runs through you.

You close your eyes, curses come from his lips so close to your face, you can feel his breath against your cheek. Silent moans in your throat, your hand clenches into a fist to avoid screaming in ecstasy.

"Cry honey, do it every damn day I fuck you in this damn bed. So hard," he growled, his thrusts were soft as if he was trying to take time to get you used to it.

"Please..." You sob, not really knowing what you were asking. Which goes faster? What will not get you pregnant? Or that he will set you free? You had lost your thoughts long ago.

His arms folded, coming closer to yours. Your head was to one side, his lips sought yours but surprisingly you refuse to kiss him. "Kiss me," he commands, his voice raised in dominance.

You deny again, your hair sticking to your sweaty face with the frantic movements of your head to move it away from your lips.

"It's not a question, _____... Kiss me now."

"Not!" You scream, your hands in fists hitting his firm chest. Jungkook can't know what happened to you, you seemed so willing a few moments ago and now you were, albeit weakly, trying to free yourself from him. "No, I do not want to!"

"Enough", he tries to grab your arms but you continue with even more force. "Stop!"

At last, he manages to grab your wrists with one of his hands, now you were motionless again just looking at him with fear. He fucking hates it, he doesn't want you to walk away from him in fear, but he can't help but feel powerful with your eyes shining with unfallen tears. You looked so beautiful.

In an unexpected act, you manage to whisper as confidently as you can, "I hate you."

His heart aches inside him, his free hand holds your face so that you will look directly at him, angry black orbs making you moan, the pain of his grip on your chin that grows harder. "I wasn't expecting anything less than thoughtlessness from a whore like you, hm? Dirty bitch." His hand rises into the air before slamming into your right cheek with all the strength it can muster.

A tear falls from the same cheek, getting lost on the pillow below you. Your face burns, but you don't have time to cry, his thrusts turn wild, as if he wants to hurt you.

And maybe, deep down inside of him, he wants it.

The tip of his cock crashing hard against your G-spot, the lower part of your stomach clenches, you know that you are going to cum around him but you do nothing to prevent it. Just squeeze your eyes, it will pass, it will soon be over, you whisper to yourself in comfort.

Your wrists are released from his grip, you hope to hug yourself now, but Jungkook is already taking one of your hands to hold it. Interlacing his fingers, as if they were lovers surrendering in a night of passion and love.

"I love you, I love you, I love you" he murmurs incessantly, leaving kiss after kiss on your face that he hit before. "Say you love me please"

His hips do not stop being implacable against yours, the lewd noise of skins colliding fills the environment, you lose yourself without heeding his request. Jungkook shakes you in his arms, his thrusts slowing down with his near orgasm.

"Say you Love Me, _____"

Your mouth closes, he growls angrily accelerating his rough thrusts again. He can feel when you come on his cock, a sigh leaves his lips, without stopping even though you try to get away from the over stimulation and without taking any more from him.

"What a good girl, coming around my cock so hard." They scoff, "I bet you want me to fill you up, right?"

You don't have the strength to deny it again, you just accept it.

"I will make you stay with me forever, love. You will take my son, we will have a family and you will never leave my side."

He felt perfectly how you tightened around him, his semen running inside you and filling your walls with white. He smiled, his breath against your face, your chest rising and falling as your eyes closed with exhaustion. You couldn't take it anymore, you wanted to sleep forever, because if you woke up you would be in an eternal nightmare.

His cock slid out of you, his hand quickly went to your pussy dripping with his seed and your arousal, his fingers took a little of both liquids to look at his fingers, shining in the darkness. Lasciviously I wipe them on your cheek, you were asleep to stop him. His fingers sank into you again, pushing his cum into you.

He had to make sure that you never had the thought of having a chance to escape from him.

Obviously you couldn't do it with your swollen belly with his son, right?

So far.

So cruel.

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