#tattoo artist taehyung

[sourjinss]

⁀➷ ‎‎YOU STAY ON MY MIND

➼ CHAPTER ONE ⋆ a happy coincidence ⋆ PREVIOUS CHAPTER

➼ PARING ⋆ tattooartist!taehyung! + bartender!fem!reader

➼ PRÉCIS ⋆  after a rough patch in your relationship you and your boyfriend are finally on solid ground but that all goes to hell when his older brother, taehyung comes to visit.

➼ CAUTION! ⋆ cheating sexual themes verbal abuse toxic relations this is pure fiction does not relate to any idol physical altercations fluffy and sweet (yay) angst (boo) slow burn?? side jungkoook story?

APPLE!! - i feel like the first chapter is always hard to do i hope you guys like it though! it took me while and the writing might be ass (mybadd) but heart it and reblog if you do enjoy !! xoxo

PLAY THIS ⋆ come here by dominic fike , talk 2 you by brent faiyaz

TAEHYUNG had an easy life; he would tell you that himself. but his appearance could tell a different story for anyone who was small-minded.

he could feel the stares from miles away a man around his age who expression spoke envy because his seat partner was too close to drooling on her rather conservative skirt, lust written all over her face.

an older woman, who was disgusted with just being in the same space as him, her daughter had looked at him with admiration despite his tattoos and his many piercings.

he offered her a small smile and looked back out the plane window, he liked a routine he put precision in anything that he deemed worthy.

making a trip to his hometown was not in his plans, not that he was complaining he wanted to see how his little brother was doing but in saying that led him where he is now, trying to find as much peace as he could with his seatmate, jeongguk snoring obnoxiously his thin lips parted like the clouds that they flew by. 

taehyung didn't know why jeongguk was so set on following him, without taehyung at the tattoo parlor he could finally act on his crazy ideas. 

he chose not to think about too much jeongguk was already tired of being nagged by the elder.

mingyu, his little brother suddenly came to mind he was much like his apprentice. “kook” taehyung whispered as he reached over and gently shook him on the shoulder

jeongguk ignored him and turned his head the other way his voice coming out slurred and groggy “is the plane going down?” taehyung smirked and shook his head looking at the people passing them both to board off “well fuck off” “m’kay” taehyung leaped up out of his seat happily and grabbed his suitcase, leaving the stubborn kid by himself after a minute he had realized and cursed at taehyung under his breath, running to catch up with him.  

“bitch what?!” 

 noelani looked as if you had a red ball on your nose and a rainbow wig on. “there’s no way you took his bum-ass back” feeling the heavy embarrassment creep up on you like a bad cold you turned around bringing your focus back on the glass you were previously cleaning.

but you knew your best-friend wasn’t having none of that “yn honey are you serious?” “i know you don't have to rub the shit in..” you sighed turning back to meet her ridiculous stare

“what?” she blinked as if she was thinking about the next words to come out her mouth, which you knew she wasn't “is the dick that good?” she said loudly, inside voice never being considered. glaring at her you snatched her glass of liquor “first of all, that’s enough for you”

it was near closing time, there was a few people in the bar and you was almost done with your nightly duties noelani was drunk and you took that opportunity to tell her what had happened with mingyu, praying that she wouldn’t remember the next day if she were sober she would've taken the initiative and attacked mingyu in the  back of your head you kind of wished that she did. you wished of a lot of things lately  

“okay the only logical reason is that you're with child and he's the baby-daddy” noelani suggested, blowing a tight curl off her forehead, chin rested calmly in her palm “i’m not pregnant..i just forgave him” those words felt nasty coming out your mouth

“what- why do you think what he did to you was worth forgiving yn?” she crossed her arms, swaying gently  

you paused, your mouth ajar and before you could answer the bell on the door rung, the cold air being pushed in. two men sauntered inside “fuck its freezing” one of them seethed, combing their fingers through their jet-black hair he was taller than the other, he dressed in all-black attire his hands covered in tattoos, a ring hanging from the corner of his mouth.  the other was somewhat similar, dark attire, hands covered in ink, but he had honey blonde hair his appearance to you seemed gentler in a way “your dumbass wanted to drink in the middle of the night”  

“you didn’t have to come” in response to that the honey blonde smacked the back of the others head “who the fuck was going to drive your sorry ass home?” he looked around and his dark eyes reached yours and stayed that's when you realized that you were staring at them both quickly you averted your gaze but his eyes stayed on you.

“is that like a turn on of yours or something?” jeongguk mumbled pinching his brows together while they walked to the bar taehyung nodded mindlessly his eyes still perched on your silhouette jeongguk followed his eyes

“dude..am i tweakin' or are you eye-fucking someone” with that taehyung finally removed his eyes

“what are you talking about?” he deadpanned and rolled his eyes “whatever makes your monkey jump..” jeongguk snickered and went back to his phone right when taehyung was about to cuss him out you walked over.

standing in front of them making both of them pause in their tracks to look at you “uhm hi what can i get for you..guys?” either of them uttered a word and it was making you feel extremely awkward pursing your lips tightly you provided a small smile “ill come back later”  

“no that’s okay we’re ready” jeongukk vocalized smiling back “can i get a blueberry daiquiri but frozen please”  

you weren’t expecting such a fruity drink from him you thought as you turn around to face the other “and you?”  taehyung’s hands felt sweaty it was freaking him the fuck out

“i’m actually not drinking tonight” you smiled at him and tilted your head “next time then” when you turned around to make jeongguks order he slapped taehyung on his arm and shook him excitedly taehyung pushed him off him but was secretly geeked out because what did you mean by next time “so how long are you two staying in town?”  

taehyung was feeling himself “how do you know we aren’t from here?” he smiled pulling his sleeves up to lean his forearms on the bar staring at your back his eyes trailing down to your ass, which was doing those jeans a favor

“well are you from here?”

that’s when you turned around to face him “i am my friend here isn’t-“ taehyung stuttered, causing jeongguk to laugh beside him, slapping his thigh and sipping on the drink you served him

“what brings you guys here?” wiping his mouth with the back of his hand he grins, hitting taehyung on the back “taehyung here is visiting his baby brother and helping out a fellow artist in the area and i’m here for the ride”  

“jeongguk here is the tattoo’s shop receptionist back where we live and he had nothing better to do so he tagged along.” taehyung interjected straight-faced

jeongguk ‘s knowing smile deflated and went back to his drink dejectedly. you laughed and nodded, putting the drinks back in destinated places taehyung found himself wondering if that laugh was genuine and if the smile you shown was real   

“i figure you two were artist”  

“oh you’re an artist?” jeongguk interviewed in which you shook your head quite flustered “oh no no i only have like one tattoo”

taehyung wanted to know where it was how big it was, how’d it looks on your skin, what it felt like to trace it with his fingers. “i’m close to some artists” that came out like a question out of your mouth.

“really? name some we might know them” 

you were about to tell them about mingyu’s work, in the past you had boasted about how hard he works to create art and bring into life, but something stopped you “there's my friend, noelani she's super talented”  

as if she was summoned noelani somehow managed to stand on her own and came over “yn i’m going to head to the crib” she slurred but tried to give the impression that she was dead sober

“yeah, no” you said as you grabbed your bag everyone but them had left.

 one thing you knew about her is she was really good at fronting, pretending be someone who had their shit together, noelani was one of artist you are close with she is a taller woman with dark red hair tanned skin incorporating many fine line tattoos, color etched in each one she was a few years older than you and both of you were roommates in college and since been inseparable. 

“i am not even drunk-” she leaned her hip on the stool and turned to look at jeongguk who was drinking quietly

“what are you looking at?”

his doe eyes widened and blinked you covered your face with both of your hands and groaned internally “ignore her please”

you sighed while untying your black apron and walking over to your friend, wrapping your arm around her waist

“we’re actually about to close.”

“shit- sorry” taehyung said as he stood up burning a hole in jeongguk’s head who was still in his spot, ignoring taehyung he turned to you and pulled out his wallet “how much do i owe you”  

“don’t worry about it, hope you two enjoy your stay!” you smiled tightly struggling moderately to hold a drunk noelani up jeongguk bit his lip

“can i at least help with your friend?”

  you looked between them “and how do i know you two aren’t like perverts or something?” noelani all of sudden stood up straight and squinted “the tall one is someone i’d still be with if he dogged me out” noelani spilled before going limp into your arms once more 

a-beat passed and you kind of wished you died a quick death right there jeongguk smiled awkwardly and taehyung stared at you in disbelief a look in his eyes you couldn’t read

you looked at jeongguk and carefully offered your friend “i have a gun” you lied swiftly as jeongguk gently carried noelani on his back and in response she rested her head on his shoulder, he blushed profusely.

you and taehyung were left alone behind the duo 

“if me and my friend make it out alive tonight, i truly hope you and him have a nice stay” you humored.

taehyung looked at you and grinned his lips stretched into a boxy shape

you thought it was cute

“i promise we have no intention to do such a thing” you nodded and shyly tucked a stray hair from your ponytail behind your ear, you were both walking slow and it was nice, talking to him was pleasant “how long have you been a tattoo artist?” 

taehyung stuffed his hands into the red leather jacket that hugged his frame and hummed as he pondered

“about five years or so?”  jeongguk and noelani had probably reached the vehicles but he couldn’t find a reason to care.

“how long have you been bartending?” “for 8 years or so..” you looked at his coated arms shamelessly and it was like each piece stuck to his skin perfectly

“it was my mother’s bar; she would haunt me if i let it to waste” you kicked a small rock and smiled to yourself an apologetic expression flashed over his face "way to ruin the mood y/n you thought" and quickly raise your hands  

“i’m fine it was years ago”   

taehyung looked back at the bar, his dark eyes shining with adornment “she would be so proud of you y/n”  

a lot of people said that to and you never really knew if what they said was truthful, taehyung made it seem almost believable.  

Before taehyung could see how thrown off you were by his statement jeongguk yelled from where he was “if you two don’t hurry your asses up!”  

you brushed off the feeling that settled in your stomach and quickly opened the back door to your car helping jeongguk put her in looking at him strangely when he put his coat over her torso.  

taehyung raised a brow and looked at him skeptically.  

jeongguk only shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck “what? she said she was cold” he then circled around and got into the car him and taehyung rode in 

with that you and taehyung was left by yourselves and to be truthful taehyung wasn’t rushing to leave you for some unknown reason you were incredibly interesting to him; the way your hair flowed with the cold breeze, how your arm flexed slightly when you wrapped it around your friend's waist it all drew him in, and that made him anxious hell you made him blush for fuck sakes.  

“so um i guess ill see you guys around?” you say with a sweet smile planted on your lips, taehyung only nodded and licked his lips silently.

you turned your back on him but before you could climb in and drive off taehyung stopped you by gently grabbing your wrist.  

“if you want anything done— tattoo wise please come by, i'm down the street from where your bar is” he suggested shyly and took his hand off your (he noted) much smaller wrist.  

you grinned and climbed into your car taehyung closing the door for you. “that’s nice of you, stranger” he shared the simper and leaned down to your window, his face dangerously close to yours “i have to repay the kindness you showed my apprentice”  

“maybe ill use the favor soon, maybe not” you teased lowkey getting into the little moment you both were having

“i would hope so, i hate leavin’ debts neglected”  

“it was just a drink-” you started  

“i know just lemme repay the favor, ma” he sent his award-winning smile before leaning back up and hitting the top of your car

“drive safe its ice on the road” he offered before going back to his own car, which was much nicer than yours.  

but he never drove off, it took you a minute to realize that he was indeed was waiting for you to leave and that made you smile a little bit and while you drove off you waved a hand out the window. 

jeongguk looked at him and shook his head “I know you fucking lyin”  

taehyung rolled his eyes and drove out the parking lot “what are you talking about?”  

“flirted her head off dude knowing damn well she got a man” he stated and looked at taehyung like he had sticky note on his forehead that said ‘biggest dick walking here!’

“she got a boy and he don’t even deserve all that” taehyung knew what he was doing was morally wrong, but it felt right and- hold up

“didn’t you give her homegirl your jacket?” jeongguk suddenly was very interested in the amazing city lights that flew by “how you think yoongi’s shops doing?" 

taehyung chuckled and reached over to pinch his cheek “nah nah nah playboy you did that smooth as hell, now she gotta see your dumbass again”

 jeongguk grumbled, a warm blush creeping up his neck “if that’s how you flirt i feel bad for her” 

he couldn’t stop thinking about you, about your body filled out perfectly in your work outfit he couldn't stop wondering where that tattoo of yours laid, if it was done on a drunken night or were you feeling frisky due to boredom, he wanted study it like he was testing for his license again and he hoped to see you again, even a glance will do..

"this is bad" he notioned the smile quickly being wiped off his face

you chose not drive noelani home instead you took her to your place, your house was your family home you grew up in it, it was left to you by your late mother she knew how much it meant to you.  

after a failed call with mingyu and about all your dying strength you got noelani situated in one of the guest rooms, knowing she was going to hot in the middle of the night you took off her clothes and tucked her in, not forgetting to put a bucket with a trash bag by her side and water on the stand.  

closing the door you practically dragged yourself to your bedroom, opening to see mingyu sleeping peacefully in your bed, in your room. the same room he fucked another bitch in, the same room you grew up in.  

you heaved a heavy sigh and silently got a tee-shirt and closed the door gently

walking back to where noelani remained and threw off your soiled clothes, residing in nothing but a tee-shirt and your panties, climbing into bed with her and resting your face in the hollow of her back

the last thought crossing your tired mind is how taehyung called you ‘ma’ causing you to sleep with a small smile  

the next morning you awakened by the sound of your annoying ass alarm, waking noelani up too, “ow ow ow” she winced holding her head with her hands, “fucking hell-” she moaned as she got out of bed and rushed to bathroom which you presumed to throw up and shit. 

the winter sun shined heavily into the room, and you founded it irritating, the past few weeks you found a lot of things irritating.   

getting out of bed reluctantly, the scent of eggs and bacon forced itself into your nose  

did mingyu really took the initiative to make you breakfast?  

“mingyu?” you called before walking around the corner, yawning and stretching your arms above your head only to bump into a broad chest.

“fuck my nose-” you whined, now you were not a morning person at all, and you were seconds away from cussing mingyu's ass out for not watching where the fuck he was going  

little problem though, you looked up it wasn’t mingyu it was taehyung like the guy who charmed you last night like the same guy with the pretty works of art on his body and even a prettier smile.  

you both stared at each other in utter shock, and you swore he could your heart beating out your chest.  

noelani came out the bathroom and rubbed her eyes, pausing a few steps away from you both announcing what was going through both of your heads  

“what in the absolute fuck is goin’ on?” 

-

[kookiestarlight]

Lines of fate: 01 | jjk

➵ pairing: tattooist!jungkook x f. reader

➵ genre: apocalypse au, exes to lovers (?) dad!jungkook, survival, angst, smut

➵ summary: the last thing Jungkook ever imagined was an outbreak that turned the dead into the living. But even more unexpected is seeing you—an ex he’s known nothing about in the past four years—with a small child who bears a striking resemblance to himself. As Jungkook grapples with the shock and the city spirals into chaos, the two of you are thrust back together, forced to confront unresolved feelings, long-buried truths, and the horrors of the deadly virus taking over.

➵ word count: 11.9k

➵ warnings: swearing (jk says fuck way too much), graphic depictions of violence and death, blood and gore, seizures, virus and zombies ofc, brief mentions of alcohol consumption.

➵ series masterlist

➵ a/n: it’s finally here!! <3 sorry this was postponed way longer than expected, all I can say is: life :,) anyway!! posting my writing again after years on hiatus definitely feels nerve wracking lol. this idea has been in my wips for literally years so I’m so excited to finally be sharing it with you all!! I would greatly appreciate your feedback and thoughts as it is something quite different from anything I usually write (it’s definitely been a kick in the ass) it’ll also really help me stay motivated to continue writing it. thank you for all the hype and excitement you showed for this fic before it was even released cause like hello?? that’s crazy to me😭 thanks for always showing my stories love and support🫶🏻 I’ve taken inspiration from all the zombie movies and videogames I’ve ever seen and played over the years (thanks dad). I should also mention, I had a very thorough plot for this planned out and it kinda went to shit in the process of writing so we’re kind of going off vibes only and 20% of the plot I had originally planned so yeah, bare with me🤪 I also want to say, updates on this will most likely be slow, but I will try my best to get them out as fast I can for you🙏 now that that’s over, I hope you enjoy this series as much as I am enjoying writing it!! this chapter is just the very beginning <33

The autumn sun filters through the large window with an amber glow as you take a slow sip of your coffee, the warm bitterness spreading in your chest as you attempt to chase some kind of comfort. But the loud hum of the city just outside and the muffled chatter of the bustling cafe are very much a grounding reminder of where you are — and where you really wish you weren't.

Your gaze travels down to your daughter sitting on the booth beside you, her little legs swinging off the seat contentedly as she picks away at her blueberry muffin. Completely oblivious to your ongoing little inner torment. Her big eyes flicker up to meet yours, brimming with glee. Brushing a crumb off her cheek, you force a little smile for her. 

Like a dull sting under your skin, you feel how little teeth of guilt gnaw away at you, not only because it’s been almost impossible to offer her a genuine smile in the past two days since you stepped foot in this dammed place, but because you simply wish you could share the same excitement as she does, and perhaps…feel more positive about this whole situation. For her.

But all you’ve been able to feel is guilt.

An incessant amount of it. Guilt and fear. Slowly brewing up inside you like some sort of poison that has had you feeling a little sick to your stomach.

”You’re spiraling again.” Hoseok pulls you out of your absentminded state, studying you over the rim of his half finished iced americano.

You blink. You often tend to forget how well he’s capable of reading you. Though you suppose that’s a skill acquired with nearly twenty years of friendship, and an unavoidable consequence of growing up constantly together, practically like siblings. 

Hoseok has been the only constant in your life for as long as you can remember, like a brother to you — conjoined at the hip as his mother always used to joke. It all began when you moved next door. With your parents always working late and often times far away from home, Hoseok's home slowly became your second one — the place you spent most of your childhood and adolescence and formed some of your fondest memories. A place where you were never alone.

You do suppose it’s no surprise the years and the unbreakable bond you’ve formed have given you exceptional abilities to know when something is off with just a simple glance. But it's never less surprising.

The corners of your mouth tug upwards into a tiny smile at his words, brows pinched in a pathetic attempt to hide your truth. “I am not.”

“You are. You’re thinking too much,” he stirs the ice in his drink with the straw, eyes flicking up to meet yours again. “Which if I may remind you, is one of your fatal flaws.”

You scoff, only slightly offended as you watch him take a slow sip. Pushing your sunglasses further up your head as you lean back. “Thinking too much is not my fatal flaw.” 

He’s may very likely be right about that, but of course, you’d never actually admit it.

Hoseok snorts, clearly unconvinced. His voice just above a whisper when he murmurs, “Right. Sorry. It’s definitely lying.”

Before you can argue, he leans forward to accept some crumbs of muffin Jieun is so eagerly offering him. The sight tugs at something deep in your chest, watching his expression soften to mush as he thanks her with that brightest, tender smile he only ever uses for her before he brings his attention back to you. 

“If it weren’t your fatal flaw, you’d actually be enjoying that overpriced coffee and oh—, maybe being reunited with your best friend again. I haven’t even seen you in like three months.” He shakes his head in utter disappointment, sitting back with a dramatic sigh.

“Hobi, I am so thrilled to be reunited with you, truly.” You roll your eyes ever so slightly and place a hand on your heart rather sarcastically as you say it, but deep down you hope he knows you’re only half joking. No one has done for you more than what hoseok has in the time you’ve known him.

You suppose all the change has got you in a rather sentimental state. But you bury it away. Hoseok deserves a nice time out with a friend for once too. He’s seen enough of your tears.

“Yeah?” he leans in, studying you with mock concern. Though not falling for it even a bit. "That's your thrilled face? You sure about that?” You almost laugh in response, but then, he shifts, looking more serious than just seconds ago. “You know,” he pauses, crossing his arms over his chest. “For someone who finally landed a nice new job and has everything working out, you don’t look all that thrilled to me, actually. That’s all.”

You press your lips together and glance down at your coffee, suddenly the truth a little too hard to face. You should be happy. He’s right. Because things really are starting to look up for you again. Everything you’ve spent the last few months wishing for has finally become a reality. And yet, you can’t shake the fact that there’s a deep buried sense of dread that seems to be getting in the way of that, a familiar fear that's been present for years, but only intensified since you stepped foot in Seoul again. 

Hoseok follows your gaze, watching you carefully, then nudges your foot under the table gently. “Come on.” He murmurs softly, eyebrows raised gently. “What is it?”

You suppose your real fatal flaw is your emotions showing up as flashy neon subtitles over your head apparently, or the fact you are simply terrible at hiding them, because Hoseok doesn't budge. He sees right through your little facade — always has. And as much as you know he is a great listener and that he genuinely cares to hear it all, always ready to give you a helping hand in any way he possibly can, you just don’t want to sound ungrateful. Not when anyone else in your position would be feeling over the moon right now.

Besides, you’ve never liked burdening him, or anyone for that matter. Never wanted to add more weight to the heavy things he already carries himself. He deals with so much of that at work already. So many problems significantly worse than your own worries. So you simply shake your head, putting on a small smile once again in hopes to appease him.

“I’m alright, Hobi. It's just…strange. Being back here. Overwhelming, I guess,” you admit, though only to half of the truth. “It’s so calm on the island. I suppose I got used to it. Everything here is just so intense. But that's all.” You cross your arms on the table as you gaze out at the busy streets. Hoping you don't sound as pathetic as you feel. Though in truth, this whole things isn't just strange. It’s all actually fucking terrifying.

In many ways it seemed like nothing here had changed since the day you left four years ago. The cityscape is as bustling as you remember – a stark contrast to the quietude and stillness of Jeju, where you had been building your new life up until now. People in suits rush back and forth and push into each other with no care, everything is always shadowed by a maze of buildings that don't seem to have an end. Cars weave through traffic like they want to crash into each other, and neon signs and billboards still flicker blindingly even in the daytime. 

The fact that everything remains the same, terrifies you. The rush, the stress, the chaos. That constant hustle and bustle that seems suffocating. It wasn't the reason why you left. but it was certainly a factor that made your life here something you wanted to escape from. It feels like stepping back into the life you thought you’d left behind for good. Like stepping onto a moving treadmill, when you no longer know how to run. Not sure if you’ll ever find your place here again.

Hobi hums in understanding, and the warmth in the familiarity of his smile helps lessen the knot that's been forming in your stomach all morning. And though you've only let out a tiny portion of what's on your mind, you already feel like you can breathe with more ease.

Sometimes, it’s not so bad that he can see right through you. Because you also tend to forget he’s the only one that truly gets you, understands you when even you struggle to understand yourself, and has never once been one to judge you, no matter how small or ridiculous it may be.

“Yeah, I get it. It can be overwhelming.” He nods slowly, letting the words settle. “But if I were you, I’d be damn proud of myself.” His expression is calm and his words full of sincerity as he speaks. “You did what you had to do, and now you’re doing it again. Making more big changes. Really tough decisions, and I know that’s not easy.” He pauses. “But you've always made it after all. This time won't be different. Besides, think about this, we’re close to each other now. I’ll be here for anything you guys need, you know that.”

Your heart softens at his comforting words, and the reassurance feels like it melts some of the tension off your shoulders. And for just a split second you feel that roar of confidence, thinking about everything you've accomplished, but it's not lasting, and deflates with the weight of your heavier thoughts.

You want to believe what he says — you really do. For your daughter's sake. Because this is finally your chance to start over and build something better. To give Jieun the life she deserves, something stable, a chance to thrive in a place full of new opportunities. 

A fresh start. 

After all, isn't that all you've ever been chasing?

You don’t want to allow your fears and the past to come in the way of that. But it's never so simple. At least, definitely not here — definitely not for you.

Because the truth is, being in Seoul again feels like roaming a haunted city. Tainted and plagued by shadows from the past, by who you used to be, and everything and everyone you left behind all those years ago when you ran and didn’t dare to look back. Being here now, you can’t shake the feeling — the apprehension and fear that everything you once left behind is lurking around the corner, ready to jump out and haunt you, making everything you've finally built up crumble to pieces once again. This place just gives you an indescribable feeling of…dread. Eeriness even. Enough for it to linger gut deep with a painful sense of discomfort that hasn’t eased since the day you arrived. As if you can never truly let your guard down.

But after all, it was an opportunity you couldn’t pass up, even if it meant returning to the city you swore you’d never step foot in again. The offer came at just the right moment, a lifeline after months of uncertainty and dead-ends. After losing your job, and endless nights crying yourself to sleep with the heavy burden of becoming a failure of a mother and not knowing how to make ends meet. You practically cried with joy the morning you finally got the call, and ignored the pit that formed in your stomach when you heard where it required you to move to. It had felt like you were about to reach the peak of a mountain, only to drop all the way back down to the bottom. But it was a steady paycheck, and a chance to finally give Jieun some stability. It wasn’t glamorous or grand �� a position in a small marketing firm. But it was enough to rebuild. The breakthrough you so badly needed to start over and secure a future for your little girl. 

How could you possibly turn it down?

That was your biggest and only goal in life.

There was nothing you wouldn’t do for her. So you knew in that very instant you had to take it. Even if it meant returning to the place that broke you beyond repair. So you packed up your life and now, here you are. Back where you never thought you’d be. So far from the tranquility of the home you had made for yourself in a secluded tiny seaside town four years ago. Where you were happy. Where you didn't live in constant fear.

“I know this is what I need right now,” you speak softly, more to yourself than anything. You reach out, gently brushing your fingers through Jieun's baby soft hair, watching as she focuses intently on her muffin, completely unaware of the heaviness of the conversation. “I just don’t want to mess anything up…the job, you know, our new life here. I want to get this right. I don’t want anything, getting in the way of that.” You swallow thickly, fingers tightening around the mug of coffee in front of you, and Hoseok knows exactly what you mean by that. You hesitate, letting out a quiet breath before speaking again. “I know there's so many opportunities for us here but…I was happy in Jeju. Jieun was happy.”

Hoseok nods, slow and understanding. “I know you were. A city like this takes some adapting to, you know that.” He reaches out and gives your arm a gentle squeeze, “but give it time. You’ll settle right back in.” He says warmly, reassuring. You return a tiny smile, more genuine this time.

“Seriously though. Change is good. New home, new job, meeting new people…maybe even someone special…” he adds.

You scoff, eyes widening, only half incredulous at how fast he swerved the topic there. So typical of him. 

“Yeah no, thanks. You can stop it right there.” You shake your head.

“What?” Hobi leans back in his chair, crossing his arms as he waggles his eyebrows, a tiny smirk pulling at the corner of his lips, completely unbothered despite your clear opposition. “I'm just saying,” he adds in, raising his hands in mock innocence, though he feels like your glare could actually kill him. “You’re young. You’re no longer in that tiny ass town full of old drunk married cheating men. Everyone deserves a little fun. It wouldn't kill you to-”

“Hobi,” you sigh, cringing internally at the memories of disastrous dates you told him all about over the phone. You throw a pointed look in his direction, but Hoseok just chuckles. “I’m done with all that. Seriously.”

“Come on,” he presses.

“No. No way. I told you.” You interject, tone firm, not even allowing space for the idea. “I’m a single mother, Hobi. That’s been off the cards for years. I have different priorities now.” You straighten in your seat, making a point to scoop Jieun's hair back and out of her drink. These are your priorities now.

Hoseok raises a brow, watching you carefully, but there's no judgment in his expression now — just silent understanding. He leans back in his chair again, smile dying down, tapping his fingers absently against his iced americano before his gaze drifts over to your little girl. His expression softens, fondness flowing in his eyes.

“I know,” he says after a moment, his tone a tad more gentle. “But I’m just saying…you’re allowed to let yourself be happy again, you know. You deserve that.”

Something uncomfortable twists in your insides. Happy. What a simple word, but what a complex thing. 

You lift your eyes to meet his, the sincerity in his gaze cutting right through. You could argue, explain that you don't agree, that romance is a door locked for good. Not only out of fear, but out of necessity. It’s no longer just about you. You don’t have the luxury of reckless choices or fleeting little flings like you did before.

There's simply to much buried history to let anyone new into your life.

And deep down, you don't believe you deserve it. But you don’t voice any of that. There's no need to explain. Hoseok knows your history better than anyone, the pain etched deep into you, the one you carry like a scar beneath your skin. He knows Jieun's father plays a big role in that, even though you don’t dare to mention him and haven’t in years. He knows his existence and every memory he’s involved in is something you merely refuse to acknowledge. And though Hoseok wants nothing more than for you to thrive, he knows better than to press on the matter. 

Still, he hesitates before speaking quietly. “I’ve been here four years, and I’ve never seen him again.”

He says it gently, in hopes the information is comforting to you, to maybe put you at ease, but instead it feels like a small jab between your ribs. You stiffen, for just a second. You feel your heart begin to race a tiny bit faster. And you wonder when the mention of him will stop having this goddamn effect on you.

Hoseok notices, and regret quickly flickers across his face. He realizes he might have overstepped, treading on thin ice that he fears may slowly be cracking beneath him.

But it doesn't. You take a deep breath, and you simply nod. It’s okay. You know you can’t avoid it forever. Besides, who’s to say he even still lives here? The thought should be reassuring, bring you some sort of peace, be relieving. But it isn’t. Because the thought of ever seeing him again makes your palms sweat, and your chest a little tight.

“Yeah.” You say quietly. “You’re right. Who knows.”

You don't mention how many late nights you've stayed up, haunted with thoughts like if ever did make it out of here. If he ever made to the states and accomplished all those things he wanted. If he's perhaps settled down and started a family or if he's stuck right where he used to be, how he used to be. You don't mention how sometimes, you mind even attacks you with the thought of if he’s even still alive.

You don't dare mention any of it.

Hoseok exhales, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m sorry. I just-” He pauses, voice lowering as he checks Jieun to make sure she's not listening, not that she would know or understand, but you appreciate that he does. “I know we’re not meant to talk about him–“

You push past it, giving a small dismissive shake of the head. Instead, you plaster on a small practiced smile, turning to glance down at the little girl beside you as well. It isn't something easy to avoid. But for the past four years, somehow, you’ve managed it. 

“Anyway. I am happy,” you say, voice softer now, steering the conversation elsewhere. “I get all the love I need from my little lovebug right here, don’t I?”

The little lovebug in question remains completely unaware of the heaviness of the conversation. Instead, her wide eyes are fixated on something outside, her eyes big and small fingers suddenly clutching your sleeve.

“Mommy, look!” She gasps, tugging desperately for your attention, she calls you again, tearing you away from your conversation. “The birdy!”

You follow her gaze, a small black bird just on the other side of the glass, and the simplicity of her joy softens you, eases the heaviness for a second. It really doesn't take much to amuse a child, and you’re glad to see at least someone enjoying her time here so far. “I see, baby.”

You smile with her, that is until, just a moment later, you notice… the small bird is no longer pecking at crumbs on the pavement. It’s… acting rather strangely. Its head twitches sharply to the side, body jerking with twitchy erratic movements as it flaps it’s wings like crazy, then suddenly, it freezes, before twitchting again.

Your brows furrow, unable to take your eyes off it. What the hell? Something about it sends a strange chill through you, suddenly understanding what had Jieun so surprised.

“Oh, I think that poor bird might have gone a little coo coo.” Hoseok turns his head to take a look himself, and you both exchange a puzzled glance, to which Hobi just shrugs with a mildly disgusted expression.

“What, you know I hate birds.” he whispers, shrugging like someone just walked over his grave, and you swat his arm and shush him, suppressing a laugh. You wouldn't want your sweet animal loving daughter hearing that. 

“Isn't that so weird. I’ve never seen one do that before.” You say, and hoseok tilts his head, staring at it with a mildly grossed out frown. “Probably has some kind of parasite or something. Not sure.”

“It’s gonna die?” she looks up at hobi, her little face full of worry. You wrap your arms around her, pulling her in closer.

“Not necessarily, bub. I’m sure it’ll be okay,” Hobi answers, trying to be tactful, however, Jieun doesn’t look convinced, but she nods sadly and resumes eating spoonfuls of her hot chocolate that's long gone cold. 

“Yeah, it’ll be fine baby.” You kiss the top of her head, as you glance out the window once again, only to see it’s no longer there. 

“So odd.” You shake your head, taking another sip of your coffee, and Hoseok nods and lets out a low hum, taking another sip himself.

“So, what’s the plan for the rest of the day? Are you actually gonna start unpacking, or are you going to let those suitcases rot in your living room for another week?” He taunts.

You chuckle. “I’ll unpack eventually. This little girl and I have a long list of errands left to do today.”

“Uh-huh.” He gives you an unconvinced look, then looks at Jieun with a dramatic pout, cooing. “My poor little monkey. Prisoner to moms to do list. I remember that feeling.”

She giggles, and you speak up. “Shhh, she loves errands with mommy, don't you-”

Suddenly, a loud crash sound from the back of the café, startling you all.

The sharp clatter of metal rings out and you hear a young worker gasp, emerging hastily from behind the counter as the previous muffle of conversation begins to die down. Heads immediately start turning towards the scene unfolding before them. 

“What the hell?” you murmur as you hastily turn around yourself, pulse spiked from the jump.

Near the back of the cafe, a chair is knocked to the ground, a mans body hunched over on the floor, shaking and convulsing with an unnatural force that seems to take over him completely. The man sitting beside him instantly scrambles to the floor next to him, shaking his shoulders in a failed attempt to break him out of whatever is happening as he calls out for help in a trembling voice, panicked.

“Oh my god, Hobi-” You gasp and your stomach twists as you take in what is occurring, grip instinctively tightening around your daughter's hand, turning her away from the scene. One of the members of staff pulls out her phone, announcing that she will call an ambulance right away, the man on the floor now surrounded by two other workers that instantly made their way over to him.

Hoseok takes just a few seconds to register what’s going on. “Shit.” He mutters, “A seizure.”

Instantly, he’s up on his feet, leaving you and Jieun behind and rushes over to help, but before he can reach the man on the floor, a young worker steps in front of him, his hands raised. 

“An ambulance is on the way!” he blurts out, eyes darting between the unconscious man and the crowd gathering around him, Hoseok noticing his eyes full of panic. “Please, just give him space.”

“It's alright. I’m a nurse,” Hoseok urges, trying to step around him. “Please, let me-”

This time, there’s no resistance — only relief in the young man's panicked eyes as he steps aside, allowing Hoseok through to where the man is convulsing on the floor.

Jesus christ. On his one day off. He thinks internally.

Without hesitation, Hoseok drops to one knee. “Don’t hold him down,” he instructs the mans friend beside him as he proceeds to unbutton the first few buttons of the man's shirt to facilitate his breathing. He presses his fingers to his wrist as best as he can, taking a pulse. He attempts to roll him on his side, but he seizes with too much force, limbs jerking far too erratically for him to do so. 

“Has he ever had seizures before? Is he epileptic?” Hoseok asks without tearing his eyes away from the man.

The man's friend just shakes his head. “No…no- he was fine right before.”

“Ambulance is just two minutes away,” the barista yells, phone still pressed to her ear. Hoseok nods but keeps his focus on the young man. Face contorted in concertation as he's checking his pulse once again before tilting his head to ensure he’s breathing properly.

You sit speechless few tables away, watching the scene unfold, your heart erratic in your chest. But feeling so much relief Hoseok was here. Jieun's small hand holds yours tightly, grip strong. She shifts in her seat, trying to peek over the booth to the commotion, but you gently pull her in beside you. Pulling her close, you brush a soothing hand over her hair.

“It’s okay, baby,” your whisper. “That man wasn’t feeling very well. But uncle hobi is helping him. Isn’t that so good? He’s really good at helping people remember. It's okay.”

Jien nods slowly, though her brows are still drawn together in concern. She doesn’t fully understand, but she doesn’t doubt your word, or her uncle's abilities.

Across the large space, Hoseok presses his lips into a thin line, his eyes watching carefully as the man's convulsions finally begin to slow, the violent jerking finally seeming to ease up. But just as the worst seems to have passed…Hoseok stiffens. 

There’s a concerning, deep purplish hue creeping up the man’s neckline, peeking through the gap of his unbuttoned white shirt. Dark veins snaking against his pale skin, spreading like ink through thin cracks. Hoseok swallows hard, alarm bells ringing at the back of his mind. 

That…that doesn’t look right. His medical knowledge kicks in, a thousand possibilities racing through his mind, digging for the most fitting answer. Is it cyanosis? an undiagnosed vascular disease? Possibly an infected wound? blunt trauma?

His mind dashing for answers in an instant, but before he can take a better look and unbutton his shirt completely, after what feels like a lifetime, the piercing wail of sirens cuts right through his thoughts, and just moments after, paramedics burst into the café, pushing past the gathered crowd near the Hoseok and the patient on the floor. Hoseok quickly regains focus, stepping back to allow them to take over. 

“He had a seizure. Approximately a minute long. His breathing is stable but—“ He hesitates for a second, then presses on, giving them a brief diagnosis and rundown. “I think he may have another underlying condition. Possible hypoxia.”

The paramedic beside him nods, wasting no time as they swiftly load him onto a stretcher. He stands back, his jaw tight, fingertips tingling with the urge to do more, watching as they wheel him out through the entrance. The murmurs of the coffee shop begin to start up again, confused and concerned looks turning left and right, but Hoseok can’t shake all the questions in his mind. 

He just hopes the guy turns out to be okay. The same way it goes with every patient he sees. You have to do your part and let go. That's how it works. but this time, he's left with a weird feeling bubbling inside.

After a few minutes, Hoseok turns back to your table. The moment his eyes meet yours, you’re already standing and asking, “God, is everything okay? He’s okay, right?”

“It’s alright,” Hoseok reassures you, though his tone is softer than usual. “They've got it under control.”

His gaze flickers toward Jieun, who’s still clinging to you, her small face twisted in worry as she glances between the two of you. She tugs your sleeve, her voice barely above a whisper. “Mommy…what happened to the man?”

“The ambulance people will take care of him and take him to the hospital so they can help him.” You say gently. She blinks up at you, then glances toward Hoseok, as if waiting for confirmation.

Hoseok lips form a small smile, crouching slightly to be at her eye level. “Your mom is right,” he says carefully, patting her head. “Sometimes when people don’t feel well they need a little help. That’s what doctors and nurses are for Jieun. It’s okay.”

Jieun watches him for a moment, and gives him a slow understanding nod. He then straightens and exhales, running a hand through his hair. “Let’s get out of here,” he murmurs, his gaze flicking back toward the road in front of the entrance where the ambulance is now setting off.

You nod, now feeling a weight of unease in the crowded space. It would probably be best to give them space to handle the situation, and to get some fresh air after that. So you retrieve Jieun's little pink puffer vest from off hobis chair and gently help her arms into, zipping it up snuggly to keep her warm from the afternoon chill, before taking her hand in yours.

As the three of you finally step outside, you're grateful for the crisp autumn air that lifts some of the heaviness off you. God, that was stressful. The distant sounds of the city hum around you, and life moves as if nothing happened.

“God, I hope that guy is okay.” You say quietly only for Hoseok to hear, taking your daughter's hand as you let out a slow breath. “First that weird bird and then that poor guy.”

Hoseok hums in agreement and gives a small reassuring nod, pushing his concerns aside. But you know how hard it is for him to switch off. How even when the emergency is over, his mind replays it again and again, analysing— wondering if he could have done more, if he could’ve done better. Even when he deals with stuff like this everyday, it’s never been easy.

“Jesus Christ. What's that saying, bad things always come in two’s? Three’s? ” He chuckles, letting out a huff. “I told you, there’s never an uneventful day out here.” Hobi shakes his head, forcing a smile to lift the mood. But his body still buzzes with tension. Then, in one swift movement, he scoops Jieun up, swinging her into his arms. “Now, time for ice cream?”

Jieun giggles loudly, kicking her feet excitedly at his words, all her earlier worries forgotten. “Yes!”

“Hobi, she just had a hot chocolate. Do you even have space for ice cream, Jieun?” You say, trying to sound stern, but the sight of them giggling together pulls a real smile out of you. And something inside already tells you you’re going to give in.

“She’s with uncle hobi now, there’s no rules.” He sing songs, walking ahead of you with your daughter in arms, all smiles as she squeals at his gentle tickling. The spitting image of joy if you ever saw it.

And for just a moment, you try to push away the nagging feeling that’s been pressing at the back of your mind. 

Because maybe, just maybe, this time, everything will be just fine after all.

Jungkook steadies his hand, a quiet hiss of pain getting lost in the low thrumming of the tattoo gun that fills the quiet studio, lulling him into that comforting sense of calm he knows so well. It’s a fairly big piece, he’s been here hunched over for hours now, that familiar dull ache creeping up his back, but he barely registers it. Because all that matters is the art taking form beneath his touch. 

Here, in these moments, it's when the feels most himself. Distracted, at peace, In control. Something he’s never found that easy outside of these four walls.

Every stroke, every line falls exactly where he intends it to. In a way, the rest of the world seems to fade away — no worries, just ink and skin, art coming to life. And it grants him a satisfaction nothing else can quite offer. And if there’s one thing Jungkook prides himself on, it’s his work and dedication. He built this place with steady hands and relentless effort, and he knows damn well he’s good at what he does. Confidence hasn't always been second nature to him, but time and experience have definitely sharpened him.

He leans back slightly to take in the work before him, his disheveled strands of dark hair falling over his eyes as he uses a paper towel to wipe up some excess ink from the client's forearm before glancing up. “How are we holding up?”

The young guy shifts in the chair, letting out a breathy chuckle. “Let’s just say I felt that last bit there.”

Jungkook nods, noting the slight sheen of sweat on the guy's forehead. He’s just glad he’s not a squirmer. That shit makes his job so much harder than it needs to be. 

His own body is the canvas of plenty tattoos. All colours, shapes and sizes. He's more than numb to the pain now. But he gets it.

“You’re doing really well. I won’t torture you much longer. We’re almost done with the worst part.” Pressing the pedal again, he feels the familiar vibration travel up his arm, he tongues with his lip piercing, a habit that signals his concentration. His hair is dusting over his eyes as he continues with the last bits of shading and does the final touch ups of all the smaller details. Another forty five minutes pass, broken by lighthearted conversation here and there. Though Jungkook never used to be one for making conversation before, he has long mastered the art of letting his mouth wander while his hands and precision remain steady and focused.

“Alright, and we’re done,” he wipes down the fresh ink one last time before setting the tattoo gun aside, letting out a silent exhale as he wheels back, peeling off his black gloves to grab the aftercare instruction sheet, ready to spew his usual little lecture he knows most people don’t even pay much attention to.

“Sit up slowly.” Jungkook instructs.

When the guy finally stands, he marvels at his tattoo in the mirror. Jungkook feels a flicker of pride swell in his chest. No matter how many times he does this, seeing the completed, polished work and his client's expressions of amazement never gets old. “Looks sick man. Better than I imagined.” He beams, twisting his arm under the light, his smile spreading all across his face.

“Good choice with the design.” Jungkook replies with a faint smile tugging at his lips. He then places the protective film, gives him a quick rundown of the aftercare and hands him the sheet. “Take care of it. Follow the aftercare instructions and it’ll heal nicely. And you know, any issues just come by or give me a call and I’ll check it out.”

“Will do. Thanks man, it’s perfect.”

As the last client of the day slips out with a final wave and he hears the bell over at the entrance ding, Jungkook finally feels the exhaustion set in — the kind that only comes after hours of steady concentrated work. Fuck, he really does need to work on his posture. He stretches his back, then cracks his knuckles, stretching his toned, inked arms over his head. But despite the tiredness, he feels no rush no rush to get back to his empty apartment.

He never does.

Instead, he takes his time wiping down his station, tidying all his clutter and ink in the methodical and organized way only he understands — something Yoongi always grumbles about when borrowing his space. But this is his sanctuary. He makes the rules. And yoongi may complain, but he accepts it.

When he's done cleaning up, Jungkook emerges into the entrance area of the studio, rubbing the back of his neck and ruffling his hair at the nape.

Yoongi stretches in his chair behind the front counter, arms lifting above his head as he lets out as wide yawn, smacking his lips as his eyes land on the younger. “Christ, I thought you were dead in there,” he says deadpan, watching as Jungkook attempts to roll out the tension coiled in his shoulders, stifling a yawn himself. “Or are you? I genuinely can't tell.”

“Very funny.” Jungkook mutters, slumping onto the leather couch with an over dramatic sigh, throwing the back of his arm over his eyes as he lets his body sink into the plush cushion. It’s moments like this he’s really fucking glad they invested in a good sofa. He wants it to swallow him.

“Sure you can survive the schedule tomorrow? We’re fucking packed.” He says.

Jungkook’s brows knit together as his eyes dart over to Yoongi, eyeing the printed schedule in front of him as he rubs his jaw. “What? You think I can't handle it?”

Yoongi shakes his head, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He coughs into his fist, a rough dry sound that echoes through the quietness of the now empty studio. “I know you think you’re some kind of machine,” he gives the younger a pointed look, “but let me just remind you that you are, in fact, very much not.”

Jungkook's lips quirk. “Woah, woah. I’ll be fine. Unlike someone who sounds like they've caught the plague.” Lifting his arms from his eyes just enough to peer at Yoongi, he swings his arm as if to push him away. “Stay away from me with that. I can’t afford a day off anytime soon.”

Yoongi scoffs, waving a dismissive hand as he coughs into his fist again. “Relax, it's just the dust. Or if you’re lucky enough I've caught that shit going around. Won't be on your case anymore for at least two weeks. That's if I survive.”

The sound is muffled by his arm as Jungkook lets out a tired chuckle, but his eyes remain closed. “Now you’re just trying to get out of work tomorrow, hyung. I know your little tricks.”

“If anyone should be trying to get our work, it should be you. Admit your running on fumes.” Yoongi drops the piece of paper to the desk and crosses his arms, looking right across to Jungkook, his eyes squinting lightly.

Jungkook feels his heavy gaze, but he's not in the mood to face one of Yoongis lectures right now. He can’t exactly argue that. Because he knows Yoongi is not entirely wrong. 

He's working six days a week, morning till night, barely stopping to take a breath. Hell, it would've been the entire seven days of the week if Yoongi hadn’t raised hell the day he suggested it. Jungkook had tried to reason with him, insisting that Yoongi would still get his days off as usual, that he’d open up the studio alone on weekends and get everything sorted for the week ahead. But it was never about that, and he knew it.

Jungkook has always had a knack for picking up self-destructive tendencies. A slow brewing kind of self destruction, pushing himself way past his limits, working himself down to the bone until he can barely function. And Yoongi simply wasn't going to stand back and watch it happen all over again right in front of his eyes.

Most days, he only eats because it’s Yoongi who shoves food his way, whether he wants it or not.  Prepping meals and stashing them away in their mini fridge in the back room where Jungkook can find them, labeled with a little note in his unmistakable messy handwriting that reads “eat.”

Because behind his serious facade, Yoongi had always tried his best to care for him. 

From countless nights of dragging his black out drunk body home back in college, and many times after college as well. To picking him up from the streets at 4 am after he got into a nasty fight, bruised and bleeding and sobbing his heart out alone on an empty sidewalk. Yoongi didn’t question it back then, didn't hesitate. He never does. He just helped quietly with no second thought, allowing him to sit with his silent sobs on the car ride home. He had always been there, offering him a home when he had nowhere else to go, offering everything he had if it helped Jungkook from drowning.

It was Yoongi that had seen the potential in him and had patiently guided him to finally see it for himself, helping him build this studio from nothing — helping him build every piece of furniture, putting up every shelf, painting every wall, making sure Jungkook finally had something to call his. 

And now, despite all the hardships, he’s come further than they both could have imagined.

Yet deep down, Yoongi knows no amount of help can stop Jungkook from being who he is, not when he has it so deeply rooted in himself to self sabotage in every way he possibly can. It's simply how he’s wired. Yoongi has long accepted that some things are simply beyond his reach, and that Jungkook won’t ever fully change. And he may never admit it out loud, but somewhere in his heart, as the eldest, he’s always felt an unspoken weight of responsibility for Jungkook. That's why he tries relentlessly to guide him towards better choices.

Even though Jungkook has matured and come a long way from his troubled past and the reckless kid he used to be, he’s far from eradicating his bad habits entirely. He knows he’s working himself down to the bone. He knows it's not healthy. Unrealistic for him to sustain in the long run. But he doesn’t like himself when he’s unoccupied. 

He doesn't like the quiet.

Because when there’s silence, there’s space for his mind to make noise.

So that’s what he does. He works, works until he can exhaust himself to the point of passing out, too drained to even feel. It means no thoughts can haunt him when his head hits the pillow. And he’s okay with that.

Besides, he loves his job. That's a fact. The only thing he’s passionate about. All he’s ever found himself to be good at. He doesn’t need anything or anyone else. 

Or at least, that’s what he tells himself.

“Fumes are still fuel,” Jungkook shoots back. He reaches behind his head to grab an old vintage manga off the small side table, flipping through the pages without really reading.

Yoongi studies him for a moment, his sharp gaze softening just a fraction. He shifts in his seat, resting his elbows on the counter, zeroing in on him as if he were ready to throw out a serious scolding, like he did back when he was a kid. But his next words are nothing but gentle. “You know, if you wanna keep up with that schedule, you’re gonna need sleep. I can close up if you wanna head out first.”

Jungkooks expression falters — just a flicker. But he covers it with an exaggerated groan. It does get on his nerves ever so slightly, just slightly. What is it with everyone always underestimating him? Treating him like he's not capable of making his own decisions. But his tongue toys with his lip ring as he continues flicking through the pages, feigning nonchalance. “I’m good. I wanna sketch out a few new designs first. Got some ideas ratting around.”

Yoongi squints at him, clearly unconvinced. “You do know that old couch isn't a substitute for a bed, right? and you could just…do that at home.”

Jungkook tosses the comic aside as he shrugs, already bored of the conversation, his inked fingers drumming relentlessly against the worn red leather. “I focus better here.” Is his simple answer, but before Yoongi can speak, a loud siren cuts through their conversation, blaring jarringly as it flashes by across the street. Almost instantly another follows, and then another.

Instinctively, both of their heads turn towards the window, though it only gives view to a small glimpse of the larger front street, most of their view blocked by the building across from them, all they can see is the bright lights flashing as they rush past.

“The hell’s that about,” Yoongi mutters, straightening in his chair.

Jungkook furrows his brows, pushing himself up on his elbows to get a better look outside. But from what he can see, everything seems normal enough — cars passing by, people going about their night and a few students heading home from late study sessions. Nothing in particular out of the ordinary.

The studio is located on a fairly quiet smaller side street, on the outskirts of the city, just a little further from the booming heart of Seoul. It’s never as busy or chaotic here, much quieter.

“Accident, maybe?” Jungkook guesses, a tired breath slipping past his lips. It’s still Seoul after all. When is it ever completely quiet? 

Yoongi hums in agreement, but as if on cue, another set of sirens blares through the streets, overlapping with others as the noise grows, this time it’s police cars too, wailing violently and urgently before fading into the distance as they speed away. Jungkook glances at Yoongi, who meets his gaze with an equally puzzled expression.

“Must be pretty bad.” Jungkook says.

Yoongi just pulls out his phone to check the time and sighs. “Well, whatever it is, I'm not sticking around to find out.” He pushes himself to his feet, patting his back pocket to pull out his dented pack of cigarettes before reaching for his jacket draped over the back of the chair.

A slight sense of uneasiness crawls up Jungkook's spine. That was about four ambulances and three police cars if not more. That’s….that’s a lot. But he soon brushes it off. “I’ll check the news later.” He mumbles, letting his heavy body drop back against the soft cushion, with no energy or intention to move.

Yoongi tugs his jacket on, tossing him a small glance. “Well, if you’re gonna stay here, at least don’t fall asleep on that damn couch again. You drool, and it’s gross.”

Jungkook chuckles, though it's half hearted. “I won’t ruin your sacred couch, hyung. Don't you worry.”

“Good.” Yoongi deadpans, heading toward the door. He flips the neon sign to closed before turning back to Jungkook once more, his tired features softening just a touch. “Don't stay too late. Tomorrow is fucking packed and you’ll regret it when youre half dead in the morning. And don’t forget about that girl you booked in at 9.”

He presses his eyes shut for a moment, letting out a breath. The girl needed some touch ups to her tattoo but had a busy schedule and no time to visit any other day or at ay other time. So Jungkook did the favour, and offered to book her in before opening time. But fuck. He really does need to stop bending his schedule for people.

He knows he’s going to regret it.

Jungkook just waves a dismissive hand, already getting comfy on the couch. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll leave soon.”

Yoongi doesn't believe him, but he doesn't argue, just pulls out a cigarette from the pack and raises his hands in surrender before he pulls open the door. “Alright. See you tomorrow.”

Jungkook hums in acknowledgement. “Rest up, Hyung.”

The studio fades to dead silence once the door closes. Though sirens still echo faintly in the background.

Stretched out on the couch, Jungkook stares at the ceiling a little longer than necessary. His limbs feel heavy, exhaustion pressing down on him heavily. He wants to work on those sketches, he wants to push his limits a little further. But his body seems to know what's best for him. And within minutes, he’s passed out.

When Jungkook’s eyes crack open, it’s to the gentle sound of rain pattering against the windows. But it’s not rain the noise that woke him. Distant voices shout over one another, and the erratic wailing of car alarms and sirens blast in a near distance, sounding like he’s still stuck between consciousness and a dream. Jungkook blinks, then suddenly, screeching tires follow into a loud crash, something heavy and metal hitting the pavement. His heart spikes, and his body jerks up instantly before his mind can register what the hell is going on. The sudden movement makes him lightheaded, blinking as he tries to shake the disorientation fogging his mind.

Shit. How long had he been out?

He curses under his breath, his head throbbing. Did someone just fucking crash their car outside? In his dazed state his fingers fumble for his phone in the front pocket of his jeans. He squints, the bright screen glaring back at him painfully in the darkness of the studio.

11:48 PM.

The first thought that comes to mind is drunk people causing a ruckus. It certainly wouldn't be unusual for Friday night. But then… he stops to listen. Are they breaking in? then his mind steers more towards the possibility of some petty street fight, or some idiots causing trouble. It’s the only conclusion his sleepy can come to.

But then, he hears it. 

Raw, panicked, screams erupting from the streets outside. It sounds close. Really close.

What the fuck? 

Jungkook feels a sickening pit form in his stomach.

Because that's definitely not the drunken shouts of a fight, not the sound of some petty fight or a car accident. It’s the kind of scream that crawls under your skin. And Jungkook knows the sounds of panic when he hears it. He feels his heart beating in his chest now, fast and strong. Something isn’t right. Before his mind can think  further, he pushes off the couch and yanks his leather jacket from the armrest, pulling it on in a swift motion, feeling a little dizzy as the room slowly begins to spin from getting up so fast. 

Behind the front counter he crouches, reaching for his motorcycle helmet. But his grip isn't steady, his palms suddenly feel a bit sweaty. The air in the room slightly suffocating.

His mind scrambles as he finally strides for the door, all he knows something is telling him he needs to get out. He’s ready to leave and check on what's happening outside, but just as his fingers brush the cold metal door handle—

A loud bang crashes into the large front window of the studio.

The impact rattles the entire front window, the glass shuddering violently as something smacks right into it with bone crushing force, causing large cracks to expand from the center like a spiderweb, blooming outwards across the glass. The helmet drops to the ground with a loud thud and Jungkook stumbles back in the darknesses, almost crashing back into the front counter as his breath gets stuck in his throat.

Jungkook freezes. His entire body completely paralyzed as he watches a thick, dark gush of red begin to trail down the ruins of the window. His eyes slowly follow it upwards and then…then he sees it.

A face, wedged between the shards of glass.

Jungkook sees the face of a man...except, it can't be. The skin is unnaturally pale, sickly white, dark veins bulging beneath the surface, tiny pieces of glass wedged everywhere into its flesh. Blood coats its entire mouth, dripping to the floor beneath — but it's the eyes… They send a shot of terror right down Jungkook's spine. 

They’re clouded and gray, almost white and eerily vacant, yet somehow, they’re locked right onto him.

Jungkook feels like he can’t take a breath, his chest tight as his eyes grow with complete shock and confusion.

Then, it moves.

Its head twitches in a slow agonized form before it seems to fully register Jungkook's figure standing right across. It cocks his head towards him completely with a grotesque sound of craking and lunges forward, slamming its hands against the glass with inhuman strength. Giving it all his power to break inside. It lets out another groan, a guttural broken sound as it reveals a row of blood stained teeth, the deep red liquid dripping from its mouth.

Jungkook swallows hard. If he moves will it move too? Will it...chase him? He feels like no oxygen is reaching his lungs, or his brain, his mind struggling to even process what he is seeing. That…that can't be real. It can’t be human. All he can do is watch as his heartbeat pounds like a hammer in his chest, louder than the sirens and screams growing outside, louder than the animalistic banging against the window.

That…thing is trying to kill him. It’s going to kill him.

It doesn’t stop. It claws at the glass, smearing the blood, desperate, mindless — growing more violent as it seems to realise its stuck. But the glass creaks more with each hit, trembling under the pressure of each movement, and Jungkook realizes it might not hold up much longer. He has no time.

Move.

He has to move.

Like a spring snapping, his body finally kicks into action. He stumbles backwards, feeling glass beneath his shoes as he tries to hold in a breath, his eyes fixed on the creature as he tries to back away with steady steps. After a beat, he sprints towards the back of the studio, running as his body pushes through the beaded curtain into the back room. 

His hands fumble frantically in his pocket — keys, keys, keys — but his hands are trembling too much to grip them. Fuck.

Jungkooks mind races with a thousand questions colliding all at once. But none of them make sense. None of them are even remotely rational.

That thing. It wasn’t human. Then what the hell was it?

Another jarring bang echoes in the studio, followed by a loud screech. But Jungkook doesn’t look up. He doesn’t have time. His only thought is to get out of here. Fast. He needs to get away from whatever the fuck that is. He needs to get to his motorcycle. He needs to get the police.

His fingers finally curl around cold metal. The keys. With a sharp inhale, he yanks opens the heavy back door leading into the tiny side alley and slams it shut behind him as he rushes out.

It’s dim, lit only by a flickering street lamp near the end, casting eerie shadows across the brick walls. The air is cool and damp, the smell of rain fresh on the damp asphalt and the sound of sirens and shouting voices in the distance become even clearer than before. But Jungkook can't see the one thing he’s looking for. His gaze darts around frantically and he feels a dreadful realization claw at his throat. 

His motorcycle is gone. The spot where it’s always parked is empty. 

Jungkook panics, his hands coming to his hair. Fuck, fuck, fuck. As he looks around helplessly, his breath only grows more erratic. He finds no other option but to run, so he runs to the end of the alleyway, running right towards the screams and tumult, and when he reaches the end, the scene unfolding before him almost kicks him to his feet.

The once quiet street had turned into a horrifying scene. People mindlessly running away from something. But what his eyes land on almost immediately is on a young woman in the middle of street, clutching her neck with both hands, her body swaying as she chokes out for help before she drops to her knees, her body shaking. Jungkook watches in horror as someone else runs right past her, coming from the same direction, white button up shirt soaked in something dark as his features display a kind of terror he’d never witnessed before. Across the street, an older man is pulling down the storefront gates as he locks himself inside, letting two kids in high school uniforms scream and kick as they beg to be let in, screaming and crying.

“What the fuck...” the words escape involuntarily in a quiet mumble to himself, his hands coming to his head.

Jungkook blinks repeatedly, completely aghast. But he doesn’t think— just moves, bolting down the street. His thick leather boots slam against the wet pavements as he runs, his dark hair blows in the air, his skin covered in a layer of sweat as he weaves past a fallen trash can and then a body, his breath ragged as he tries not to slip on the broken glass. The rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins too strong to even feel his body protesting.

Rounding a corner, he nearly collides into another person, but his hands instinctively come up to push them away, almost knocking them to the ground. He doesn’t have a space in his mind to think about it or time to dwell on it. His body acting on autopilot. The more he runs, the more people seem to be running in the opposite direction. Away from something. His legs burn as he sprints faster, but coming off onto the main street of Jongno, he comes to a halt as he takes in the state of the streets, pupils blown as something terrible dawns on his expression.

The city is in shambles.

Everything.

Chaos.

Cars sit abandoned in the middle of the road, their doors flung open, some have crashed into street lamps and traffic signs, into each other at intersections, even buildings, the smoke clouding up into the dark sky. Blending with the red and blue of wailing sirens. People are everywhere. Hundreds of people are running in all different directions — some screaming, some covered in blood, some sobbing and some seemingly unmoving on the ground. Pushing and tripping against each other, running, but most don’t even know what they’re running from, simply following the crowd. 

How many more of those rabid people were there? How far had this spread? 

He wants so badly to be wrong, but something deep inside him tells him this is something big.

He stills for an instant, trying to orientate himself. He scans the street hurriedly for the best route to avoid getting stuck in a crush, to avoid more of those things…but all he sees is the panicked chaos spreading by the second. 

Jungkook feels like he’s outside of his body, like this is a dream, a nightmare he’ll wake up from any second now. He closed his eyes for a second and inwardly prays for it to be just a bad dream. But the air is thick with the acrid scent of smoke and blood, and the pounding in his chest is too real. The world around him still screams, set aflame.

This can’t be real.

This…this can’t be happening.

Just a few meters away from him two figures wrestle on the ground — except one of them isn’t fighting back anymore, and the other is hunched over them, their head buried in the victim’s throat. Jungkook staggers back, his stomach lurching at the gut wrenching sounds of someone being mauled alive, bile burning the back of his throat when he watches infected pulls back, large chunks of flesh dangling from its bloody mouth, dripping crimson.

The truth slams into him, but his mind is till fighting to accept it.

People are killing people. Eating people. Except…they're not people. They’re monsters.

Jungkook scans the crowd for an escape route, desperate. After a moment, he catches sight of the least crowded street, it's right on the way to his place. He takes a sharp breath and runs, runs non stop down a dozen blocks. But as he navigates the frantic roads, he spots something as he runs past a small street. Stopping him in his tracks. He notices a tiny figure huddled up alone at the beginning of an alleyway, wearing bright pink, shoulders trembling and hands pressed over her ears as she sobs violently. 

A child, no older than three or four if Jungkook had to guess. He halts, heart pounding as he registers her small frightened face, streaked with tears. 

He should keep running, he knows he should. His body is urging him to just keep moving, his insides shaking with adrenaline. That’s not his responsibility. He hasn’t stopped for anyone. But the burning images of what he’s just witnessed flash fresh in his mind. And something deeper roots him in place. Something inside him twists, snaps almost, an unfamiliar instinct that overrides his own confusion and fear.

Ah, fuck it. 

Before his mind can catch up with what he’s doing, he rushes into the alley, approaching the child cautiously with slow steps as he gets closer. He crouches down to her level, looking over his shoulder nervously. “Hey, hey, hey, it’s okay,” his voice is gentle but hurried as he searches her face. “Where are your parents? Are you lost?”

The small girl just looks up at him with large, wet eyes and a trembling pout, her hands balled into tiny fists. She doesn’t answer, just stares, whimpering and hiccuping softly, like she’s been warned to not talk to strangers — especially not ones clothed head to toe in black, covered in tattoos and piercings like himself. He glances around, hoping to see someone rushing towards them, any sign of this child's parents so he can just hand her over and run, but there’s nothing, just the crowd at the end of the alley pushing past in frantic waves and yelling, no one stopping to even look in their direction. 

He has to do something.

“Do you…where did you see your parents last-” a loud metal bang echoes in the distance, making Jungkook and the child flinch, a heavy breath escaping him. Fuck, his mind races as he realizes she’s truly alone. The girl just sobs more and he curses under his breath, eyes pressed shut as his mind scrambles for what to do.

He can’t just leave her alone in whatever the hell this is. But what the hell is he supposed to do?

“Uh, alright,” he coughs, throat dry, and speaks softly but hurriedly, trying to mask his unease as he reaches out his hand. “Come with me. It’s not safe here. I’ll… I'll help you find your parents.”

He’ll take her home, get her out of danger and call the police. That’s what he should do. 

It’s the right thing to do.

Okay. 

He hopes she knows he’s only trying to help. God, his pulse races every second he’s standing here still. They need to move. Now. She just stares at him, uncertain, then slowly reaches out with her tiny fingers, clasping his much larger hand with a surprising grip. She must see past his intimidating exterior, or be so terrified that she’ll take up any offer of being reunited with her parents, either way, her innocence makes Jungkook's heart sting a little. He can't just leave a child out here, he has to help her before something terrible happens to her or she falls into the wrong hands. He doesn't know what the hell to do, all he knows is they have to run, run right now and get away from this, and-

Suddenly, a piercing, desperate voice breaks through the havoc of noise, loud enough to catch Jungkook's attention.

“Jieun!” 

The sound makes his entire body lock up, his heart jumping in his chest as he turns toward the voice. 

Running towards him, just feet away, eyes filled with worry and tears, he sees you.

Jungkook feels the blood drain from his face. 

For a split moment, the world seems to fall silent. The noise, the screams and chaos, the sirens — all of it blurs into a distant hum in the back of his mind. He feels like the air is knocked straight from his lungs as he slowly takes in your face, a slightly more matured version of a face he once knew every inch of, a face he’d buried away along with every memory he’d tried so hard everyday to annihilate ever since you disappeared from his life. A face he could never forget, not even after four painful years.

It can’t be.

No, no, no-

But it’s real, because there you are. Lunging forward and arms out reaching for the little girl beside him with thick tears of relief flooding from your eyes. The child lets go of Jungkook's hand instantly and her tiny feet pat across the concrete as she launches herself into your embrace, leaving him behind to watch, frozen and stone cold like a statue. 

“Mommy!” She cries.

Jungkook feels his stomach drop. He thinks he's going to throw up.

He must’ve heard that incorrectly.

Mommy? That child is…

He feels like he can’t move, blood cold as he watches you crumble to your knees, gathering the little girl into your arms with a grip that looks suffocating, as if she might disappear into thin air again. Your whole frame trembles as you hold her close, relief pouring from you in loud, choked sobs, your fingers getting tangled in her wet hair as you comb though it desperately.

That’s.. your child?

“Jieun, oh my god, baby. You’re here, you’re okay,” your voice cracks with all the pain your body just underwent, whispering against her temple. “Are you hurt? You’re not hurt are you, baby?”

The last thing you remember is being in the convenience store when the chaos began. When you walked out you had no choice but to run into the crowd. How Jieun was holding your hand and in the blink of an eye, her hand slipped from yours. You turned back, screaming her name, but she was gone, just another small figure lost in the stampede of a city falling apart.

By the time you fought your way out of the crowd, Jieun was nowhere in sight. Your heart is still hammering loudly between your ribs, mind stuck on the past horrifying minutes since she disappeared from your side.

But as you finally look up… all your relief shifts, eyes darkening with shocking realisation that mirrors the expression in the man standing just feet away when you. Heart hammering in your chest as if it recognized him before your eyes do.

You blink once, twice to make sure your eyes aren’t deceiving you. Completely distraught.

If Jungkook thought he was stuck in a bad dream before, he’s certain now this is all a cruel, sick and twisted nightmare. He feels his stomach churn. The weight of clashing emotions and utter disbelief thrown over him. So many questions he can’t yet voice crashing into him like a bucket of ice cold water, making his blood run cold.

This has to be some kind of sick joke. 

All of it. 

“Jungkook?” Your voice trembles, barely a whisper, as if the sound of his name out loud might shatter you to pieces.

He’s standing in front of you, drenched from the rain, his wet dark hair hanging messily in his face — so much longer than it used to be. He has new piercings on his face, and his features have definitely matured. He looks…different, yet somehow exactly how you remember him. His big dark eyes lock onto yours, and for a moment, you feel your world stop. 

“Y/n?” His voice cracks slightly, like he’s just been punched in the gut. “Wh…what are you doing here?” but there’s no anger in his voice, just confusion, and perhaps, a hint of something painful. His words hang heavy between you, getting lost in the sounds of the burning city beyond this tiny street, and you feel a paralysing weight on your chest. Your mind reeling beyond comprehension.

You open your mouth to speak, ready to say something, anything. But you feel like you’ve forgotten how to form words. So you close it again, no words come out. His eyes flicker from your face to the little girl clutching your side, and you feel a pit sinking in your stomach. God, please no.

This can’t be happening — not here, not now. 

Not like this.

You want to bolt, to run and not look back like you always do. You wish the earth would just swallow you entirely. But all you can do is stand there, your heart pounding faster in your chest, mouth dry.

You try to step around him, desperate to move forward, to escape this horror. But before you know it, his hand catches your arm. He grips you gently, but with a force that indicates he won’t let you slip away again. His touch almost makes you fall to your knees.

“Come with me.” 

Your body stiffens at his words, and you swat your arm loose of his grip. You lift Jieun into your arms instinctively, fingers curling around her small body as if the mere act of holding her can shield you from everything. From him, from all the pain, from all of this living nightmare.

“No,” you say, the word coming out broken, like your breath is caught. “I can’t go with you. I need- I need to get hob-” 

“My apartment isn’t far,” he cuts in, not giving you space to say more. “We need to get off the streets.’’

You hesitate, watching his gaze scurry between you both again. Everything in you is telling you to just run, to put as much distance as you can between yourself and Jungkook. Willing this conversation to die before it can even begin. Before he can start asking questions you’re not ready to answer. Before you have to face things you’ve already buried deep. Before it’s too late. You need to leave. But Jieun is shaking, clutching onto you for dear life as she whimpers against your chest, and the sounds of screams still ringing in your ears. And there’s infected everywhere. You’re stuck in the middle of a warzone, and you have no idea what to do, no idea where to go.

All you know is you need to get Jieun out of this. Away from danger.

“Have you not seen what the fuck is going on? People have gone fucking insane!” His tone grows harsher now, trying to knock some sense into you. “We need to move.”

A gut wrenching scream echoes from somewhere beyond the alley, closer than before this time. Too close. 

Jungkook swears under his breath, running a hand through his hair, torn between a storm of brewing emotions and the immediate danger closing in. His jaw tightens as he looks behind him then back to you. “Y/n, we need to go. Now.”

You shake your head violently, and you can feel hushed tears burning behind your eyes. You can’t breathe, can’t think clearly. All you can feel is Jieun trembling in your arms.

“Please-” his voice drops, raw and desperate. Almost a plea.

And don’t know when or why it happens, but the next thing you know, your feet are moving. You’re running with everything you have left in you.

Somehow, the world is ending, and you’re allowing yourself to be guided by Jungkook down streets devoured by chaos, heading to the only safe place around you. 

His home.

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[viathecloset]

Sweet night ♡

I've heard a lot of songs atp, still do, I generally just love angsty love songs, but there's this one song.... Itaewon class OST. SWEET NIGHT. That just hits all the right spots at the same time. As someone who went through a couple of heartbreaks and unrequited love feels for a while sweet night is THAT song for me.

I know Taehyung released innurable hits and the general theme of longing and falling for your best friend and yearning in general are seen throughout his discography (which I'm quite suspicious are regarding the same person and he too went through that emotion but let's leave that for another time) sweet night is probably the most special song for me and very close to my heart.

I've been looking for artists who just got me, on a spiritual level, who knew not just what to say but how I felt as well. Taehyung gets it, blue and grey, inner child, stigma, for us, scenary and more but most importantly sweet night.

Sweet night feels like it was written from his heart. His most vulnerable track, his heart out there in the open, bare and naked not fearing any judgement. It's his most natural, raw state of his emotion. I dont know the story, I don't know what he was going through but if he were ever comfortable to talk about it when he desired the one story I would love to hear about is what went behind the making of sweet night. The vocals, instrument, the background vocals, something so heartbreaking about it.

Feels like a river rushing through my mind

Are you my best friend?

Now my forever's falling down wondering if you'd want me now?

I wanna ask you if this is all just in my head

If you are too good to be true will it be alright if I pulled you closer?

How could I know one day I'd wake up feeling more but I had already reached the shore guess we were ships in the night.....

It's romantic, sweet, vulnerable, heartbreaking. Calling it sweet night. It feels so personal and genuine. Sorry sweet night will always be my queen. Any song that's a genuine reflection of an artist's vulnerability will always be special and sweet night is just that song.

[stvrlighytt]

Hello friends!

I need help finding a story I read a while back but never finish. It’s a jk x reader. So the reader just moved into her apartment & jk saw her struggling to bring her stuff up so he helps her. I remember him being a tattoo artist and I think her a art student. He helped her with a project she was working on & they would hangout at the park and paint together. Also I think tae dared him or challenged him into not sleeping with a girl so he was just hanging out with her as friends. There was also a part where jk tattooed her very first tattoo.

That’s all I remember pls help me find this story or the account of the author, please I really appreciate it. 😭🙏🏼

[star-my]

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☆ Accelerate series by @dreamscript | S2L Racer AU | 8k

Overall Favourite Authors (If I recc'd all their works like I want to/more than I have, I'd have to make this series even longer >.<)

☆ @eoieopda's masterlist

☆ @gimmethatagustd's masterlists (mxr) (mxm)

☆ @helenazbmrskai's masterlist

☆ @jeonstudios's masterlist

☆ @jjungkookislife's masterlist

☆ @jkstompers's masterlist

☆ @lovesickjoon's masterlist

☆ @sketchguk's masterlist

happy reading!

[livingformintyoongi]

BTS fic recs

I wanted to do this a while ago, but felt like I hadn't read enough, until I checked my likes and got a shock to the face lol. I wanted to give some recommendations of some fics (and a series) that I quite enjoyed reading, plus leave a small review because I feel like it's very underrated to comment on what you like something (people, comment more, I swear it makes a writer feel so much better than a like). There's the occasional spoiler in the reviews, so I recommend you read it carefully or just skip the comment ^^.

Dawning by @wintaerbaer JJK

summary: He’s never invited into your world during these late night sessions. You always push him away or ignore him. This is new. warnings: heavy depictions of depression and panic attacks, a brief line where taehyung worries oc is s**cidal. I really loved this fic. For a moment I thought it was some kind of two shot or something, but it only has this one part. Still, I felt the author captured the emotions very well. It felt so realistic that even I was worried when Y/N disappeared lol.

Bottle up old love by @wintaerbaer KTH

summary: Jungkook may have broken up with you a year ago, but that's not going to stop him from coming to your rescue when he sees you being cornered by a creep. warnings: language, a short harassment scene at the beginning (nothing too intense), explicit content including: unprotected sex (DO NOT), fingering, praise kink, biting, marking, spanking, cum eating (sort of?), big cawk soft dom jk, cowgirl (yeehaw), creampie, cockwarming. This fic made me remember why I love the exes to lovers trope. I loved seeing Jungkook as a tattoo artist, it's like, I don't know, so him, anyway, I loved it. I just found this account yesterday in the wee hours of the morning and I'm already loving it <3.

Cat-astrophe & Cat-enaries by @dumpywrites MYG

Summary: Your pet cat keeps going to your neighbor’s apartment and it’s a problem.  I fell in love with this Yoongi like you have no idea. When I just read the first part I was so eager to keep reading, seriously, I loved it, it deserves so much love.

Two Days by @dumpywrites JJK

Summary: He just wants you to give him two days. He'll take you on a few dates and you'll decided if you actually like him? Or not? I live for Jungkook being simp of the reader, I feel it's so real lol. This fic made me feel so warm inside, it was too cute to read. It's kind of like my comfort fic.

S'more than friends by @borathae MYG

Warnings: subby!Yoongi, switchy!Reader, consumption of beer, so much awkward tension, jealousy, sex in a tent, mutual masturbation, handjob, fingering, making out aye, Yoongi loves her boobs and she loves his butt it’s a win-win, sex while other people are sleeping, public sex, she has a thing for his hands (but what’s new lmao), fluffy post-orgasm talks because I’m soft. I read it a while ago now, but I remember when I did I felt so soft. This Yoongi is just too cute.

Please don't go by @httpjungkookcom JJK

Summary | Jungkook’s never kept anything from you, ever. Not even the time where he tripped and accidentally kicked your dog, or when he fucked the most popular girl in high school and couldn’t make himself cum (poor guy was embarrassed for weeks), or when he accidentally rubbed all of his acceptance letters in your face without realizing. To put it short, Jungkook is an open book to you. So when he suddenly disappears, there’s a lot to question. Even more to question when he finally gets back and won’t tell you anything, going as far to avoid you. You’re on a mission to figure it out, even if it kills you. Index | Jungkook is so smart, but so stupid at the same time. Jungkook is not sly in the slightest. Kind of angst, fighting, arguing, bickering, etc. Criminal activity, it’s a Spider-Man fic. Injuries and mention of blood. College setting and age, reader and Kook share the same major. Some cute fluffy moments in between all of the action. Aunt Yoon is essentially Aunt May in the Marvel story line.  Spiderkook, is more needed to read this fic? It was the first one I read about this au and I was WONDERED. God, you can't imagine how much I loved it. I thought it was so cute the way Jk approached reader being in his suit….

Accidental roommates by @jjkeverlast JJK

summary: moving apartments is stressful and difficult enough as it is. all the planning and packing and multiple moments of rearranging furniture; all you crave is peace. yet it seemed like peace was far within reach as the owner of the apartment had left out one tiny crucial detail from the ad — a ripped tattooed adonis, coupled, with a tiny baby daughter will come as your roommate. warnings: second hand embarrassment | jungkook's abs | annoying antics | suppressed feelings | both of them are stubborn and petty (it's gets tiring lmfao) | mentions of past relationships | a lot of time stamps | sexual tension | ft. namjoon 👀 | !constant change of perspective between reader and jungkook. I have a tremendous weakness with dilf, no matter who it is, I just love them. I think this was the first one I read by Jungkook. It was so fun and easy to read that the 14.7k words flew by for me.

Silk & Stones by @taegularities KTH

Summary: “Taehyung was a writer… he was a writer indeed.” Kim Taehyung knows his way around words – they cast a spell on your heart and mind, leave you gasping dangerously fast. Until the mystery behind his persona unveils and his touch, along with his words, becomes a vivid memory. warnings: writer + violinist tae 🥺 who’s a gentleman in the 19th century, brief mention of injuries/a mental institution, misunderstandings, heartbreak, secrets, grief, much poetry (and my attempt at writing a poem, pls spot), much disgoosting fluff, flirting and lots of sexual tension; explicit sexual content: 2 sex(y) scenes, fingering on a boat, choking, teasing, begging, praising, soft dom!tae, big dick!tae, tiddie fondling/sucking, some manhandling, dirty talk, they’re just so cute :((, oral (f. and m. receiving), some masturbation, oc is into neck kisses, some biting, fingering, hair pulling, asking for permission :(, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (it’s the 19th century...), aftercare; there’s quite some angst ok; lmk if i forgot smth !! This was a work of art for me. I felt so immersed in the story, so confused by the time changes and everything surrounding Taehyung, but I loved it, one of the best stories I've read of Taehyung since I joined tumblr.

17 going on 27 by @hansolmates JJK

summary; one second, you’re sobbing at prom because the most popular guy in school dumps you due to your relationship being a little prank to break your heart. the next? you’re a creative editor at Ego, the hottest young adult fashion magazine. as you try to figure out what’s the deal with this sudden time skip into adulthood, you come across relationships and friendships that are made to be cherished and made to be broken. genre/warnings; fluff, crack, future enemies to lovers, teenage and adulthood angst, time skips from high school!au to late twenties!au, 13 going on 30!au, all your romantic movie tropes come to life! a really big mess honestly, various movie and music references, mentions of sex, use of alcohol, everyone give jin and jimin a big ol hug, language, a surprise guest from the queen of england. I love adaptations, especially ones that add their own touch, and the writer did it so well. She made me hate Jungkook, and then love him, and then hate him again, in the end I ended up resenting him, I wanted reader to stay with Jin lol, but I still loved it. Definitely my favorite part was having Jimin as a best friend, I loved watching him take on Jungkook in the car. We all need a friend like him.

Hot Bot by @httpjeon JJK/PJM/KTH/JHS

JJK: You order a sex robot online after getting a coupon for half off. however, there’s something strange about yours. PJM: Fear is primal and causes one to make stupid decisions. KTH: Your parents have a gift for you, however, there’s been a mistake. JHS: As a product tester, you have one of the most sought after temporary positions in Hot Bot Inc. This is a series that has smut, I think the name gives it away. It's rather sad that the writer is on hiatus, but he left the gems of his works open to the public. The series is pretty good, I fell in love with Jungkook (and Yoongi kskjdsksjds). Highly recommended.

The proposal by @hansolmates JJK

summary; Jeon’s the editor-in-chief for Big Hit Publishings, a closet romantic with a penchant for antagonizing his assistant on the reg. When his work visa is in the process of being renewed and he takes a trip to Norway, his eligibility to stay in America is on the line. However Jeon Jungkook doesn’t go without a fight, and in order to save his job he offers you a proposal you can't refuse. genre/warnings; the proposal!au, fake marriage au, enemies to friends(!!!), friends to lovers, bouts of flangst, dry humping, slight blood but not too bad, lang, alcohol, poor jjk discovers he has the ability to feel emotion, poor y/n is in the middle as always. I was looking for an adaptation of this movie for so long that when I found this one I almost cried with emotion. I LOVED the movie and the concept it had, and I was so happy to read this fic that captures that very romcom essence that the movie has. I loved it.

Marshmallows and report cards by @untaemedqueen KTH

Warnings: Impreg Kink, Marking, Cunnilingus, Fingering, Birthday Sex, Spitting, Begging, Praise, Fellatio, Face Fucking, Big Dick!Tae, Multiple Orgasms, Unprotected Sex, Possessive!Tae, Cock Warming, Creampie. I already confessed, this kind of fics get to me. I remember reading it and melting with the ending. I read it a long time ago, so I can't give a longer opinion, but I do remember that I loved it and came out internally squealing after I finished it.

Orange tulips by @kainks JJK

Summary: You’d remember Jungkook with every life you lived. Only he’d never remember you, never recall how your fates were written in the stars since the beginning of time. Genre: Angst. Fluff. Light Smut. The anxiety and helplessness I felt reading this fic are on another level. This scarred me, I read it once and I was never the same person again. It was wonderful, I felt so many things and I was so nervous during the whole reading that I almost didn't even realize when it was over. It is a very enjoyable fic.

What if I love you too much? by @taleasnewastime

Summary: Jungkook. It’s only a name you learn after your son kicks his ball over the fence. Before that you only knew him as the hot new neighbour who mows his lawn topless. And though you have no intention of getting to know him anymore than that, inevitably you do. You don’t necessarily fall, it’s too slow for that, but you definitely develop feelings you don’t intend to feel. Because you know men like him, and you know that whatever you’re feeling, he’s probably not feeling the same. All the same, however hard you try, you can’t help yourself. Warnings: Single mum, small fights, explicit sexual content, oral (f receiving), safe penetrative sex, reader thinks Jungkook is cheating/playing the field, angst, but also fluff, child gets injured (though not seriously), talks of cuts and a small amount of blood. This fic left me feeling bad, it even made me question some future decisions regarding my relationship with my future partner and the necessary communication that must be had in a relationship from the beginning, especially if there is a child in the middle. It was something I really enjoyed reading, and even though I had my internal dilemmas with Jungkook, the drabbles in the story helped me a lot to let go of my grudge (I swear I have nothing personal with him sksjkajskajsj).

[michuga]

kaleidoscope

summary: supposedly, when you turn 19, sometime within that year, you meet a guy who turns your whole life upside down. your first love, your first heartbreak. one year. 365 days, 5 hours, 49 minutes.

pairing: jeongguk x reader

content: lowercase intended, artist reader, tattoo artist jk, use of korean name, overuse of the word 'lover', fluff, their favorite hobby is admiring eachother, angst, angst, then more angst, shared trauma, basically just life happening

warnings: cursing, pregnancy & childbirth, abortion, miscarriage

wc: 6.5k

a/n: bare with me as i try to figure out my writing style ㅠㅠ i almost cried while writing this. or maybe i got some chappell in my eyes, idk. enjoy!

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kaleidoscope - chappell Roan

0:24 ─●──────── 3:42 ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

it's funny, isn’t it? for someone who had it all figured out at 18, standing here at 23 and watching him pack his bags for the last time, you can’t help but let your mind wander. somewhere between 18 and 23, you tumbled (on a rock, a jeongguk shaped rock) and you’ll never be the same.

you had heard stories about “the boy you meet at 19”. friends, family members, hell, even online communities complained about it. supposedly, when you turn 19, sometime within that year, you meet a guy who turns your whole life upside down. your first love, your first heartbreak. one year. 365 days, 5 hours, 49 minutes.

that was all bullshit of course.

jeongguk was not your first love, nor your first heartbreak. nevertheless, you know what he was? he was your first clash. your first storm, the first rain after a long hard year of drought. there’s no other way to explain it. he didn’t sweep you off my feet or visit your house with a boombox on his shoulder begging for you back, but it all turned out just the same.

"this seat taken? all the others are." you hear a voice call out, snapping you out of your creative flow.

you look up to see the most beautiful pair of mahogany orbs you've ever seen.

you look around, most of the seats empty.

confused, you answer, "sure?"

he pulls out the chair in front of you, with a huge grin.

"i'm jeongguk," he says, extending a hand for you to shake.

his t-shirt sleeves strain against his biceps, and you finally notice his inked arms. what you don't notice is holding onto his hand for a few seconds too long, entranced by the stunning artwork.

letting go with an awkward clear of your throat, you pull your hand back to rest on your laptop's trackpad.

"you are breathtakingly beautiful, and i would've beat myself up for the next two months if i didn't talk to you."

arriving at the jazz bar jimin invited you to, you scan the room to find him.

locking eyes with him, you make your way across the room to where he's sitting.

you loved being friends with jimin.

jimin was charismatic, chic. always dressed to the nines with his leather jackets and designer boots. he carried around this sense of subtle dominance, deep down he knew he controlled every room he walked in. but most importantly, he was also the gentlest friend you could ask for.

if you ever needed a shoulder to cry on or a pair of hands to hold your hair back when you throw up, jimin made sure you knew he was always one call away. as were you, when it came to him.

"you made it! hello, hello, hello!" jimin chirps, extending his arms out only to engulf you in a bear hug.

"i can't wait to see tae on stage!" you say, coming out from the hug.

the main event of the night; taehyung, jimin's boyfriend, was to perform a song with his band tonight.

"come! sit with us." jimin says, leading you back to his table.

you notice five men already seated. upon first glance, you didn't notice anything unusual, all of you exchanging greetings. that was until your eyes land on the last man on the far end.

"you again?" you blurt out of surprise.

"me again. hi beautiful." the familiar man says with that cheeky grin of his, his eyes having been already fixated on you the minute you walked through the door.

"wait. you two know each other?" jimin asks confused, looking back and forth between the two of you.

"you can say that.." you answer meekly, looking away.

looking back at jeongguk, jimin waits for an explanation.

he only gets a shrug from the younger man and another grin from him in response as you move to sit next to him.

"no, you're gonna tell me! i want to know." jimin complains as he sits down.

as the night went on, you and jeongguk got to know each other more. you had always longed for the organic in relationships. an organic meeting, organic conversation, and most importantly; organic chemistry. it seemed like the man in front of you checked all your boxes.

it turns out you and jeongguk were way more similar than either of you initially thought.

you both had this sense of freedom, like no matter what anyone told you. if you had your mind set on something, you'll make it happen, simply because you willed it so.

you carried this sense of carelessness-- no, that's not the right word. lightness? ease? navigating the world. like in the end, nothing really matters. both of you live life on a whim. you joked about hoping it wouldn't be your downfall, then laughed it off.

"do you ever look at the stars?" you say, laying on your back, looking up to the sky.

"do i ever look at the stars?" he slowly repeats, laying on his stomach, admiring the freckles on your face. "hmm.."

“i don’t need the stars. i have your eyes to look at.” he answers after a few seconds of fake pondering.

“that’s so sappy oh my gooooddd”

“what can i say? you make me sappy baby.” he says with a stupid grin, brushing strands of hair away from your face.

you and jeongguk had been dating for a month and a few weeks now. initially scared shitless to open your heart up again, you're glad you've made that decision. you can confidently say you've never been happier.

you continue, "you don't ever like, count them? you know they're actually dead, right?"

"dead? whaaat? that's crazy," he says, smiling like a lovestruck idiot.

finally shifting your focus to the man next to you, you glance sideways, “god, i love you. you’re the best thing that’s happened to me.”

it's your 1-year anniversary with jeongguk. both of you were inseparable at this point, where one of you went the other followed. from that point onwards, both your lifestyles tangoed and merged into one. his friend group became yours, your favorite spots became his, and everything else that could be shared, was. it was the most delicate display of intimacy; domesticity.

after taking you out to a nice romantic dinner, both of you ended up at your apartment. one of the many things shared within your relationship was your homes. this, being his second one, wasn't unfamiliar to him.

gently tracing your curves, jeongguk lay sideways. his head propped up on his elbow, admiring you. opposite him, you lay on your side, reading your book.

"watcha' readin'?" he asks in a silly tone, the very one you'd use to talk to a kid.

with a sly smirk and a brief glance at your lover, you answer him.

"smut. steamy, filthy smut. but after the passionate romance, of course."

"oh? anything in particular you'd like to recreate?" he takes on a challenging tone, slightly amused.

"maybe."

"can i see?"

"nope. you'll have to figure it out yourself."

"not even if i ask politely?"

"nnnnope!"

and just like that, the calm before the storm ended. you had dug your grave and laid in it. all that was left now, was to await your fate-

"you cheeky little minx, come here," he says with a renewed vigor, swiftly getting on top of you and getting straight to work tickling your sides.

"nooooo, please, please," you say breathlessly in between tickles.

you're not sure if it's physically possible to laugh your way to a six-pack, but it seemed to you that in those 30 seconds it had been made possible.

"alright, baby please!" you yell, desperately gasping for air.

finally freeing you from this relentless torture, jeongguk stops. as the laughter dies down, both of you pant with stupid smiles plastered across your faces. with jeongguk still on top of you; his weight balanced on both his arms, you stare into each others eyes.

"y'make me feel so loved, y'know.. you're my person, gguk." you coo, affectionately brushing his hair away from his face with one of your hands.

"thank you for trusting me enough to be that for you, baby. you make me the happiest man on this damn planet. i mean it."

"move in with me." you blurt out.

"okay."

"you spend most of your time here anyway, my apartment can fit both of us, you have clothes everywh- what?"

with a giggle, he repeats, "okay. i'll move in with you"

"that easy?!" you scoff.

"who told you it was hard?" scrunching his nose at you, he continues, "i'd carry the sun aflame; scorching hot and all, with my bare hands for you should you ask. are you really surprised?"

"jesus, shakespeare. you trying to get into my pants or something?"

"maybe. is it working?" flashing you a bunny smile, he leans down to place a soft kiss on your lips.

you roll your eyes, but without an ounce of annoyance.

"for the last fucking time jeongguk, stop leaving your clothes all over the place!" you let out, irritated.

ignoring you, he keeps scrolling through his phone.

"hey! did you hear me?" you continue, waving your hands in front of his face.

"why are you yelling right now? that's really unnecessary."

"so your answer is to ignore me?"

"you know i don't like being yelled at. speak to me like a normal human being."

"i would, if you were behaving like one."

"whatever," he says with a tsk.

jeongguk isn't usually unreasonable, it was just one of those days. both of you have those days sometimes. now, more than usual though.

"i asked you to move in with me because i love you. now stop being a child and pick your damn clothes up." you spit, tossing his shirt that was once sprawled out on the floor, in his face.

a few hours later, both of you head out to meet your friends.

arriving at the hangout spot, you and jeongguk take your seats next to your friends.

"there you are, lovebirds!" hoseok yells out excitedly, standing up to greet you.

the drinks kept coming. you could handle your liquor, but you knew jeongguk couldn't exactly do the same.

a steady stream of alcohol was maintained. one drink, two drinks, then the next, and the next.. he gulped them down with ease one after the other, until he was slurring his words.

"and then i told him; that can't possibly be right, you're not exactly the brightest" jimin says, the entire table bursting into laughter at his story.

"how are you guys? enjoying the domestic life together? tae asks, slowly sipping his drink next to jimin.

silently glancing over to jeongguk, you brace yourself as you watch him prepare to speak.

"loooooove this one," he blurts with a lopsided smile, throwing his free arm around your shoulder. "always has to keep the house all neat and tidy,"

"baby, you've had a bit too much to drink, yeah? i think we'll head out now guys."

noticing the awkward shift in the air, the guys agree with you and tell you it's fine, gesturing for you to get up.

"it's not like y-you always pay attention t'me. w-why do you only pay attention when you're- scolding me?" jeongguk continues, in between hiccups.

"c'mon. up you go," you say ignoring him, wrapping your hands around his torso to get him up.

with taehyung's help, you finally manage to lay jeongguk's (very heavy) body across the backseat of his car.

"thanks, tae. god knows i would've ruptured a disc had i attempted that alone."

"it's really no problem, cupcake. make sure to text us when you get home safe, alright?"

with a sigh and a nod, you get into the driver's seat.

"why are you being like this?" you murmur, starting the car.

one of your favorite past times with jeongguk is spending time together doing your own thing. it's the best and most efficient way to get things done while silently supporting the other. it also tells you a lot about how comfortable and safe you make each other feel. you have nurtured this relationship so carefully, and watched it blossom into what you have now. jeongguk knows this, he knows how at ease you feel during these simple, mundane times.

what you haven't told him though, is you have something you enjoy more.

secretly admiring him as he works.

sometimes when he's fully immersed in the task at hand, you secretly stop what you're doing and just stare at him. there were times you even pretended to do something, just so he can get busy and fail to notice your piercing gaze.

you can't help it. in your eyes, he's perfection itself.

so this time, as he was typing up an essay, you grabbed your sketchbook and got to work.

spilling ink to fill the blacks of his eyes, carving out the beautiful slant of his nose, the little mole under his lip.. his sweet honeyed features come together to breathe life into your drawing.

this isn't the first time you draw him. time and time again, you've tried to mimic his essence on paper. you're not one to brag, but you'd like to think you're a good artist. great even, from what your professors have told you; but try as you may, you have never once been successful. no amount of charcoal or white highlights on the canvas in your hands could capture a glimmer of your lover's warmth.

"is that.. is that me?" you hear a voice say, snapping you from your thoughts.

whoops.. guess you got careless and accidentally drowned in his eyes for real this time.

your cheeks turn a rich shade of crimson as you shyly nod.

sliding his laptop off his lap and taking his glasses off, he asks, "can i see?"

reluctantly, you hand him the sketchbook.

"it's not finished.. i was gonna shade some more and add highlights-"

he flips through the pages, looking at the earlier pages.

"wait!" leaning over, you try to grab the sketchbook from his hands. however, he manages to swiftly move his body, lifting the sketchbook out of your reach.

nevermind that he caught you drawing him, that entire sketchbook was filled with sketches of him.

finally reaching the first page, his eyes scan the page to read the words written in cursive,

"୨୧ jeongguk sketchbook ୨୧"

he stayed silent for a few minutes.

"baby.. are you mad at me?" you ask, concerned. with a bite of your lip, you anxiously wait for him to say something.

"i'm gonna marry you one day," he says, looking into your eyes in awe.

"i wish my professors reacted that enthusiastically upon seeing my work," you giggle, relieved. "also, is that a threat?"

"it's a promise," he says with a roll of his eyes, fighting a grin.

settling into his accustomed place between your thighs, he gets on top you.

"you have an essay to write. no funny business, mister." you jokingly scold, patting his butt with your foot.

"okay mom," he says with a smile as he starts kissing all over your face.

"nooo, why'd you have to say that before kissing meee" you whine, turning your head left and right to avoid his kisses.

scrolling through your phone, you wait at the tattoo parlor jeongguk works at for him to be done with his client.

handing you a bottle of water, yoongi takes a seat next to you.

"he'll be out in a few. just wrapping the client's tattoo." he informs you.

"can i see that?" you gesture to the tattoo book on the table, "jeongguk" written on the cover.

handing you the book, he starts, "quite the talented one, your boyfriend. we have lots of artists, but his work really is a sight for sore eyes. clients usually go for him."

with a giddy smile, you open the book, "you know when i first met him, his tattoos were the first thing that caught my eye. not to brag but, i don't doubt any of that for a second."

chuckling, yoongi gets up. "i'll be in my office if you need anything."

with an appreciative nod, you thank him.

feeling the couch take a dip, you smell him before you can see him.

"hi baby," he takes a seat next to you.

"hi my love," you lean in to kiss him. "i knew you were talented but holy shit, your hands were kissed by angels."

"the only angel that's ever kissed them is sitting next to me. so you're right, i guess." he says, nodding in agreement.

tracing the lines in the book, you stare in awe. it seems your lover renders you speechless most of the time you're with him.

"soo… i did a thing," jeongguk says as he enters your shared apartment, taking off his shoes.

"uh-oh."

"no uh-oh. c'mere," he beckons with his hand, buzzing with anticipation.

turning off the stove, you make your way over to him.

"close your eyes,"

"okay, now i'm scared."

"hurry uuupppp."

placing your palms over your eyes, you reluctantly obey.

"no, not your hands. give them to me."

suspicious, you keep your eyes shut and reach out your hands for him to take.

you hear the sound of fabric shuffling, then feel your fingers touch warm skin.

warm.. engraved skin?

"you can open them now."

your jaw hangs open.

"oh baby, that's beautiful.." you say, your eyes welling up with tears.

staring back at you is your birth flower, tattooed on jeongguk's side below his ribs.

"since you were so in love with my designs, i thought i'd make you one your own."

chuckling, you reply, "shouldn't it be on my body then?"

"you make a good point, but my body is yours, so by extension, this tattoo is also yours."

"okay smarty pants." you say with a smile, wiping away the tears rolling down your face. "let's go watch a movie."

one kiss. two kisses.

"baby.." he says, turning his head away.

"let me make you feel good. just relax." you graze your hand along his chest.

with a sigh, he sits up, letting your hands fall.

frustrated, you get up.

"how much rejection can i take?" finally fed up, you burst. "how many times are you gonna shut me out?" this hadn't been the first time jeongguk denied you. he's been mentally withdrawn from you for a few weeks, coming up with one excuse or another.

he rubs at his temples.

"i try and i try and i try. you don't talk to me about what bothers you, you barely touch me anymore.. what am i supposed to do, jeongguk? you're with me but you're not even here." desperate for an answer, you plead.

"i already told you. i'm taking more courses this semester, and yoongi wants me to work extra shifts at the parlor. not exactly an aphrodisiac for me."

"baby, stress will always be a part of our lives. you have to lean on me when it gets hard, that's what relationships are for. we're a team now, you can't keep shutting me out like this."

you had always been upfront with jeongguk about the importance of communication within your relationship. you could handle just about anything, but not this.

crackle. pop.

it was new year's eve, you heard fireworks go off outside your home.

at almost midnight, you were waiting for your boyfriend to come back.

sitting under your skylight, you admire the show in the sky. the light illuminates your face as you gaze up.

you feel your phone vibrate in your lap.

j<3: "working late."

j<3: "don't wait up."

life had a funny yet cruel sense of irony. everyone was out celebrating, while over here, it seemed like your whole life was coming to an end.

after what feels like hours of dreary silence, you hear the front door open. he's home.

nervously pacing back and forth in your shared bathroom, you wait for him to come into the bedroom.

god, it wasn't supposed to happen like this.

you hear footsteps. turning around, you meet his eyes.

"i'm pregnant." you say abruptly, with bloodshot eyes and tear-stained cheeks.

at 21, this is the last thing you expected to happen. it seems you had gotten careless. young and in love.

after a few moments of utter silence, both of you sit side by side on your bathroom floor.

"fuck. fuck, okay. fuck."

you burst into tears for the third time that night.

"i'm not ready.. we're not ready.. can't believe this is really happening.. ggukie, what are we gonna do? m' so scared"

"hey, hey, hey.. it's okay. we'll get through this. you hear me, baby? we're gonna be alright. it's okay. i've got you. as long as we both have each other, nothing else matters." he reassures, pulling you both into the bathtub, cradling you into his chest.

"sure it's happening sooner than we thought, but this was the plan all along angel, wasn't it? hm?" he says softly, wiping away your tears. "we'll get married, once you pop out this little one we can get a house in the suburbs.. my parents can help us out financially.. my love, look at me. deep breaths."

you calm down, finally catching your breath. you had forgotten you weren't gonna be alone in this. you felt as long as you had jeongguk, you were ready to face anything.

"what about school?" you ask.

"you can take a gap year. i'll drop some classes and make sure i'm by your side."

"i'm gonna be a dad." he says after a long silence. you feel tears wetting your shirt, unsure whose they were.

and maybe it was going to be alright. because you were in his arms. carrying his child, you were going to have your own family. with the man you love.

you finally allow yourself to feel excitement. the joy of becoming a mother. you allow yourself to feel hope, the kind that comes with the promise of a seedling sprouting from the dirt.

one thing you admired about him was his humility. perhaps one of the most powerful things he does is; at his best and most successful, my baby comes back home and kneels before me. looking up at me, i see in his eyes everything i ever prayed, could pray, and would ever pray for.

my lover never once forgot me. no matter what it was, he always shared it with me. not once has he ever treated me as less than.

"baby! guess what i gooot!" you hear the front door shut.

truthfully, things had gotten better after your big news. remarkably better. jeongguk had been paying extra attention to you, making sure you’re well tended to, fed, comfortable.. it was almost like how you two were in the beginning. when it was still fresh.

running into your room excitedly like a little kid, jeongguk holds up a pair of baby socks.

"look how adorable!" he exclaims, eye twinkling.

smiling fondly, you entertain him as you rub your already swollen belly.

"i can't believe they make socks that tiny." you reply with a soft chuckle.

"i know, right? i didn't even know someone's feet can be this tiny!"

at 3 months pregnant, things weren't as bad as you had initially expected. you had taken a gap year, like jeongguk suggested, and both of you were doing just fine.

having him by your side made everything so much easier, and you wondered why you ever thought you couldn't do this. being his lover and the mother of his child was the easiest and most natural thing for you.

unrequited

/ʌnrɪˈkwʌɪtɪd/

adjective

(of a feeling, especially love) not returned.

can love be one sided?

a question i'm sure has been passed around for centuries past. after all, i'm sure you're familiar with the term "unrequited love".

so can it be?

well, i don't think so.

i believe people who claim it, mislabel infatuation. love can never be one sided. as far as i'm concerned, in order to fall in love, both sides have to have experienced their fair share of vulnerable moments. human moments. for the word "love" to be spoken and for it to be real, it has to exist tangibly, undeniably, between two people. love does not shy away and hide, love stands tall and proud; like the biggest elephant any room has seen.

if there really is love on one side, it's mirrored on the other side as well.

some may argue, the term "unrequited" still stands, because the other person may feel love, but not the romantic kind intended; i beg to differ. love, no matter its form, will warm you from the inside out. to deny its existence on the other side merely because you don't like how it takes shape and presents itself, is a selfish act of fraud.

as usual, good things don't last.

you like to think the love was there. it really, irrefutably, was. and most days, that's what get helps you get by. after all, the life growing inside you was proof of it. or was, anyway.

looking at your bathroom mirror, you see a woman you don't recognize.

you have the same eyes, but hers are weighed down with dark rings. where you once saw a bright curious girl, stands a woman foreign, burdened with tribulations; the aftermath of adolescence.

turning to the side, you lift your shirt up to reveal your stomach. you lightly ghost your hand over your abdomen. pang in your chest, sting in your eyes. breathe, 1, 2, 3.

you walk into your shared bedroom to find jeongguk seated on the bed with his phone in hand.

your steps coming to a halt, you look up at him. with dead eyes, you mumble quietly, "i lost the baby."

"what was that?" he asks, unable to quite make out what you were saying.

"i lost the baby," you repeat, loud enough for him to hear this time.

frozen in shock, he stares at you with wide eyes.

"..what?" he says with a whisper, tears instantly flooding his eyes.

you stay silent.

"are you- are you sure??" he asks with urgency, immediately springing up from the bed to stand infront of you.

with a slow and apprehensive nod you reply, "just got back from a checkup."

jeongguk raises his hand to rub his face. you flinch.

mortified, jeongguk looks at you with wide eyes.

"did- baby did you just flinch? what the fuck?" he says, hurt written all over his face.

you slide down the wall behind you, needing anything to stabilize you. of course you weren't expecting him to hit you. were you? you don't know anymore. your body has become foreign to you, and you curse it for always betraying you throughout your years. this time, it had been the biggest betrayal of all.

jeongguk immediately reaches to grab your weak body, kneeling on the ground with you.

he takes you in his embrace once more, and a cruel, ironic sense of déjà vu washes over you. once more, you lie in each others arms. only last time marked a beginning, this time marked the end.

but the love was there. right?

if jeongguk hadn't been touching you as much before, now he really didn't, at all. it's not that he didn't try, he has, a few times. but you really, really can't bring yourself to let him touch you right now. when you shared that with him, he understood, he really did. but after all, how long can someone be understanding, until they finally realize, they've had enough?

"it's been months.. i understand how you feel, and it's no easy thing what we just went through. what you went through. you're so strong, mama. so strong."

mama. you could almost hear the crack in your heart.

"i don't wanna sound like an asshole, and i'll never, ever force you; so long as i draw breath.. but baby i long for you. i just want to connect with you like we used to.. i ache for your touch. i know it's not easy, but can you please try?"

"i know, i know. i'm sorry, baby. i'm sorry," you whisper, averting your gaze to the floor with tears in your eyes.

"i think we should take a break." you blurt out, breaking the silence.

"what?"

"i need a break."

"from me?" he asks, voice coming out more fragile than intended. jeongguk knew your relationship has become rocky to say the least, but what he wasn't expecting was this.

you stay silent.

"okay.. if that's what you need." he lets out, defeated.

getting up, you grab a suitcase and start packing clothes.

"where are you going?" alarmed, he instinctively gets up to follow you.

"to jimin's."

agonizing silence.

"do you have to do this?"

"yes."

you feel suffocated. you've heard of post-miscarriage hormones, and you don't know if that was what was causing your recent irritability, but it seemed like everything and everyone around you annoyed you. never in your life would you have imagined that would include jeongguk. you hated yourself for it. you tell your lover everything, but this one secret you were prepared to take to the grave.

"you're welcome to sleep with other people, if you'd like."

"you really need to stop making these decisions all on your own." he says, sounding fed up. "i don't fucking want to be with anyone else. do you really think it's about the sex for me?"

angrily stomping over to you, he gently grabs your face, forcing you to look into his eyes.

"do you really think, all i want is a fucking nut?" laughing in disbelief, he lets go of your face, ruffling his hair in frustration. "i want you. you."

biting your lip, you grab your suitcase and make your way to the front door and text jimin to let him know.

you hear a sigh and footsteps behind you. "here, let me." jeongguk says, taking ahold of your suitcase before you can argue.

with a small smile, you follow behind him. even when he's hurt, he takes care of you.

you get in your car. adjusting the mirror, you see jeongguk looking back at you in the reflection. forcing yourself to look away, you start driving.

making your way inside jimin's apartment, both of you take a seat on his couch, setting your suitcase beside you.

"what happened?" jimin asks hesitatingly, scared to set you off. he knows of everything that happened the past few months, upset with you after realizing you had hid it from him for a while. he wasn't upset with you, but rather the fact that you had endured it alone all this time. but he understood. he could never blame you.

"we had a fight. well, sort of," you explain with a sigh. "i told him i needed a break."

"is it okay if i hug you?"

upon your immediate approval, jimin leaps into your embrace.

"i don't know where to begin," he starts, voice muffled by your clothes. slowly pulling away, he catches your eyes.

"you've had it so hard. so hard." tearing up, he continues, "if a break is what you need, i'll gladly support it. i may not always fully understand what you're going through, but know you always always have my full support regardless."

seeing your angel of a friend cry, tears are brought to your eyes as well.

"why are you crying? aren't i supposed to be the one doing that?" you say, chuckling.

"so i can't cry now? let me cry, woman!" matching your energy, he replies.

you would never admit it to the man waiting for you at home, but within the confinements of your best friend's living room, you finally allow yourself to speak it aloud.

"looking at him reminds me of what happened. he reminds me of her."

with a knowing nod, jimin takes your hand in his.

"our baby. god, jimin, i couldn't stand to be in that room a minute longer."

you're glad you had your best friend alongside you all these years. seeing you in all your states, he's the one person you can truly call family. love like this, you were sure of. love like this, you could never let go of. love like this, you've learned to truly cherish.

you spent a little over a week at jimin's.

you and jeongguk hadn't been talking, and you noticed he was spending longer and longer hours away at night. tonight you decided, enough is enough.

"where the fuck have you been?" you spit out like venom, spotting the messy haired man at the front door. after waiting all night for jeongguk to finally come back home, your voice had gained an edge.

"does it fucking matter?" he answers, matching your vulgarity. a habit both of you, unfortunately, picked up.

"it's 4 am. you left without a word and now you smell like an entire fucking candy shop. think i don't know what you get up to?" because like any human being, despite making it clear you were okay with him sleeping with other people, the very idea broke whatever was left of your heart into tinier fragments.

you continue, "you think the loss of our babygirl hasn't impacted me? it hurt me the most. as i was sitting here, grieving your fucking child, you were out fucking whores. instead of being with me and helping us get through it, you fucking bailed on me. you abandoned our relationship. you abandoned me."

"watch your mouth. that's not fair. that is not fair. i have never unfaithful to you. we haven't been fine for a damn long time and you know it."

you knew you weren't being fair. you knew he wouldn't cheat on you, either. but you couldn't stop. you couldn't bring yourself to stop. you had reached the point of no return, and all your anger had come up to the surface to breathe. claws, sharp edges and all, 'i am here. i am here.' it screamed.

“that doesn’t mean you stay out all night every single day and pretend i don’t fucking exist! if you want to break up, grow a pair and fucking say it to my face.”

"frankly, that's none of your concern. you lost the right to what i did a long time ago."

if it weren't for the four years you've known this man, you would've missed the slight stutter in his words. you've memorized every freckle, every curve, every dimple.

"are you drunk?" you ask slowly. your anger dialing up to 100.

ignoring you, he makes a beeline for the spare bedroom door. where he had been sleeping for the past- you can’t even remember how long it’s been.

you don't know when you reached this point. it was all sunshine and rainbows, then it all went downhill. well, you can't say it was sudden. to tell the truth, you and jeongguk's relationship has been strained for a long time.

upon asking him to move in with you, you had thought being in close proximity with your lover would make you grow closer. on the contrary, within the same four walls and under the same roof, you had never felt further from the person you were supposed to love for the rest of your life.

"iseul."

he stops in his tracks.

"that's the name i had picked out for her. iseul."

turning around, jeongguk looks at you as if you had just slapped him.

"that's a beautiful name," he murmurs.

"she would've been ours. would've looked just like you, to a t. i bet she would've had your beautiful big eyes."

"she would've had your laugh.." he chokes out, tears flooding.

"we were supposed to get married and grow old together. what has become of us? since when were we like this?

"shit baby, i don't know. i don't know." slowly walking over to you, he pulls your head in his chest. he holds you with the same frailty he used to. back when you were younger. back when he loved you. when you loved each other. it seems like nowadays all you do is fight.

your communication has gone to shit. it was like both of you were speaking a language the other couldn't understand.

"we had something didn't we?" you whisper into his chest, your tears staining his shirt. "we loved each other, at some point, right?"

“of course we did, baby. of course we did. what we had, though humble, was real and i would never change it. the love was there."

he continues, "you’re gonna find so much better. you’re gonna have so much greater. we’re not meant for each other. god knows what we went through wasn’t easy. it was fucking hell. we fought tooth and nail to get here, i know your pain. i’ve seen your pain, it is mine too. maybe it isn't fair to say this, but we need to get out of this bubble. long as we keep coming back here, we’ll always be reminded of all the hurt and the pain. we both need fresh starts. we deserve it."

"is this really happening? this is really happening. oh god. oh my god." feeling a panic attack coming on, you try to take deep breaths.

jeongguk hugs you tighter, gently stroking your back.

"that's it baby, breathe. breathe, lover, breathe. nice and slow, just like that. there we go, my love."

it passes, but the heartache doesn't, so you settle for keeping your face nestled into his chest, crying your heart out.

you love him. oh god, you love him like you breathe air. but he's right, neither of you can live like this.

"i wish i hated you. you asshole, i wish you made me hate you." weakly punching his chest repeatedly, you sob into his chest. "would've made things so much easier."

gently stroking your hair, he softly hums.

"thank you for making this decision for both of us. god knows i'm not strong enough to leave."

"it's because i love you so much, i can't bare to see you like this. it kills me every waking fucking day."

stepping away from your embrace, jeongguk retreats to your bedroom.

looking at him confused, you sniffle.

"lovesong" by adele blares through your apartment.

stepping back out, he approaches you again.

"come here, love."

extending a hand out to you, he invites you to dance.

and so you did.

i hope my lover never forgets me.

bonus

silence.

you were once a teenager with loud thoughts. loud, angry, vengeful. you were so, so angry. now there's just silence.

listening to the ocean waves crash against the rocks, you admire the scenery in front of you. even in their violence, it seems to you that those very waves kiss the surface of the rocks, only to retreat in shyness. how romantic.

was the ocean always this beautiful?

a/n: please let me know what you think! truthfully, i think i could've added more of my writing (beyond narration, i mean), but i didn't want to leave this rotting in my drafts for too long. if there's one thing i learned about being a creative, hiding your creativity, refusing to share it with the world, or putting it off is not only a waste; but you're denying beautiful, alike souls the pleasure of enjoying your work ♡

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

yes or no?, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader, slight yoongi x reader

summary: Jeon Jungkook is distraught to know he can't jack off. After all, he spent all that money to complete his tattoo sleeve. He wasn't about to ruin all that hard work just for a quick nut. But it's going to take a while to heal. Days – no, weeks! – with no masturbating. Waaah! Why did he pick his right arm?! Thankfully, noona to the rescue... right? RIGHT?!

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; slight crack b/c JK's POV; JK is whipped, welp; smut (fem reader, minor D/s dynamics, sexual fantasies, heavy petting / teasing, cock-and-ball torture, finger sucking, spit kink, handjob / m-masturbation, edging / orgasm denial, hair-pulling kink, nipple play, m-receiving oral, multiple orgasms, mentioned forearm kink); noona!reader; pleasure is JK-focused and JK's POV

'magic-8' ball noona is back! no need to read, just know there's a yoongi x reader x jk sex triangle and they're roommates :D

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Jeon Jungkook was in pain, horny, and depressed.

On the plus side, his tattoo sleeve was almost completed!

Woohoo!

Sigh, no, he still felt like throwing himself into a wall and sliding down to become an unmoving puddle of goo. So tired. He always felt like this after the adrenaline of a long tattoo session. Session days were fun while he was in the studio hanging out with the tattoo artist, even for hours on end. He had brought his own snacks, plenty of water, and pain medication. The artist had even brought lunch for him – probably because Jungkook was spending a LOT of money covering up some old tattoos he ragretted regretted, but hey! Free food! Jungkook was always happy to receive free meat!

Wait. That sound weird.

Eh.

Anyway.

He sighed as he fumbled with his keys, trying to use his left hand as much as possible. Today, the artist had worked on his right forearm and filling in his elbow with black. The skin there was irritated and covered in plastic, which made it annoying to do common tasks he noticed. Great. Another day of not getting off. Yeah, Jungkook loved getting tattoos but it made him grumpy that he couldn’t just jerk off whenever he wanted.

What?!

It was a legitimate reason to be grumpy, dammit.

Why did Jungkook pick his right arm for his tattoo sleeve? Simple. He had no foresight and tattoos were permanent. Whoops. (He was not an idiot. Trust.) He finally got the key into the lock and turned it. His life wouldn’t be so hard (keke) if it wasn’t for his current living arrangements. To be clear, he really did love living in Kim Seokjin’s house full of his friends. There was just one problem. One very sexy problem.

He opened the door cautiously, wondering if he would hear moaning today.

Silence.

Whew.

The house smelled really good though. Like food. Mmmm. Food. Jungkook wandered in, loosely holding onto the strap of his large black bag and stepping out of his shoes, neatly settling them into their spot… to avoid getting scolded later. He was a good boy.

Sometimes.

The current residents of the home were: Kim Seokjin, the owner of the house, actor, and professional whaler in too many games; Kim Taehyung, a fashion model and close friend that had taken over Park Jimin’s spot after Jimin had moved out to work overseas for a while; Min Yoongi, a music producer and quite possibly sex on legs (Taehyung’s words, one had to be there for it to be funny); and the Magic-8 ball noona. The only girl. Also, she was, erm, part of a consensual sex triangle that Jungkook was a member of but he definitely didn’t start it.

Really…!

Anyway.

She had a real name but Jungkook was always going to remember that cursed hunk of plastic denying him twenty-six times. Besides, it was just easier to refer to her as noona since she was the one female and older than him. It was proper and polite. She was only by name when he was on his knees and begging to cum.

Cough.

Anyway!

He made his way into the kitchen carefully. It wasn’t unusual for the house to be fairly quiet as it was quite common for the introverts to split up and occupy themselves with their respective hobbies, especially when Taehyung went out with his friends. Jungkook vaguely remembered Taehyung saying he was going to a sauna with his squad or something like that. Seokjin was probably playing MapleStory in the master bedroom with his headphones on. Something about a new update. He wasn’t coming out unless to eat and even that would be rare. Yoongi and noona… well, they were either fucking or holed up in their respective rooms being creative.

Oh.

Yeah, did he mention the other part of this sex triangle was his sharp-witted, cat-eyed, resting-bitch-face-but-secretly-a-tsundere hyung? And the first place Jungkook witnessed Yoongi and her having sex was the kitchen he was about to walk into? His dick twitched every time he entered the kitchen because of it. He both felt guilty and became aroused by the wrongness of it. Then got more turned on when he remembered that he couldn’t masturbate tonight. Maybe he should just touch himself with his left hand to relieve some pressure. Or make it worse. On purpose.

Ugh, maybe he really was a masochist.

Jungkook rounded the corner and yelped when found himself cornered by his hyung and his noona glaring at him.

“Wah!”

“Oh, look who decided to show up,” his grumpy hyung grumbled.

“There you are,” his mischievous noona mused, waving about a ladle like it was a magic wand. “Sit down, sit down. You must be hungry after a long day.”

“Why didn’t you text? We ended up having dinner without you, hah,” Yoongi hmphed, poking Jungkook in the chest. The older male looked tired and overworked. One glance between the glowing, calm smile to Yoongi’s messy black hair sticking up in every direction. It was pretty clear what went down. RIP, hyung. His hyung was wearing an elegant black silk pajama shirt and matching pants with the waistband slightly askew. Red mark on the fair skin of his exposed collarbone.

Here? Or in her bed? Or in his bed? Or… mine so it smells just like them?

It was an irrelevant thought, as Jungkook rarely slept in his own bed despite having one. He had a bad habit unique quirk of falling asleep wherever he was, whenever he felt the need to sleep. This greatly annoyed Seokjin and made Taehyung laugh. Sometimes Jungkook would wake up with the latter guy sleeping on top of him like a handsome sloth. Just Taehyung things. But most times, Jungkook was in his noona’s bed.

Hey! It was a comfy bed.

Ahem.

Jungkook received another sharp poke and he jumped, stumbling as he was pushed to the kitchen island, extra startled as Yoongi wordlessly pulled out the seat for him. He got a what? look in response, complete with black strands falling over those narrowed dark brown eyes.

“Don’t you have to be careful about your arm, especially the first night?” Yoongi puffed. “Don’t get used to it.”

“O-Oh… yeah… t-thanks, hyung.”

Yoongi pretended not to hear and scooted himself towards the stove. She was standing next to a pot on low heat looking remarkably put together in red plaid pajamas. Jungkook plopped his butt onto the tall chair and put his bag on the other, yanking off his beanie. Ruffled his hair quickly to avoid his short black hair looking flat and dumb. He pretended like he wasn’t checking out the way her juicy butt completely filled out the pants and the way they clung to her lush hips. He pretended he didn’t notice that the top was relatively cropped and he could clearly see her amazing waist to ass ratio. He definitely didn’t say anything about how nice it was to see the beautiful curve of her neck due to the cute sheep-shaped claw clip collecting her hair back. And he surely didn’t go completely breathless when she turned around with a steaming bowl, suddenly realizing her pajama shirt was held together by only a single button in the center and she clearly wasn’t wearing a bra. There was a row of buttons; she just hadn’t done them up.

Fuck.

It was violently unfair that she was allowed to look this hot in normal clothes.

She leaned over the counter and placed the bowl in front of him. He could see down her shirt. Damn. Even through the flannel fabric, Jungkook could still see the peaks of her nipples if he really stared. Really, really stared. For maybe ten seconds.

He jumped at the clink of a metal spoon against ceramic.

“You should eat,” she said with an enigmatic smile. Gracefully balanced her chin on the back of her knuckles, her fingers fanned downwards, her elbows resting on the counter to look into his eyes.

Shit, he was smooth melting like butter under that hot gaze.

“Pick your jaw off the floor,” said a gruff voice in Daegu satoori.

Jungkook jolted as crabby Yoongi appeared seemingly out of nowhere – well, he was here the whole time, oop – and cocked an eyebrow at him. Now the older two were both standing side by side, observing him expectantly. It was only then that Jungkook looked down and realized what was in front of him.

“Wait… it’s not my birthday.”

She chuckled. Her eyes sparkled with mirth. Ugh, he loved seeing them directed at him. “Seaweed soup will be good after a long tattoo day. You need nutrients. You need energy. Plus, Yoongi added beef in there for you. There’s some rice too, but not too much because Yoongi said you don’t like having too many carbs before sleeping. More meat, as you like it,” she concluded, using the spoon to show him all the ingredients. “We made it for you. Eat.”

She smiled exactly how the Cheshire cat would grin. He glanced at Yoongi who was staring at his fingernails like they were the most interesting thing in the world. They stood close to each other. No mistaking their closeness. The worst (best?) part was that even though Jungkook knew exactly what had happened while he was gone all those hours, he didn’t find this scene offensive.

In fact, he felt a bit teary from their consideration.

“T-Thanks…”

He took the spoon from her, his inhale hitching as his fingertips brushed against hers. Oh, her hands. Those lovely hands. His gaze shifted up, his heart beating fast. The side of her lips tugged upwards.

A smile turned smirk.

His cock twitched as Jungkook remembered her smirking face grinning up at him with his cum drenched all over her tongue. The last time he had jacked off into her mouth.

Argh!

He had used his left hand, mostly because he wasn’t sure if he was supposed to do the repeated motion of bending his right arm and bringing the utensil to his mouth right now. Hmmmm. He scrunched up his face and wrinkled his nose. It probably wouldn’t be the best idea. He didn’t want to mess up the line work and all that nice color shading. He was already doing the cover ups, after all. Plus, it did hurt a little moving too much. He would just see how far he could get. It was pretty easy since it was soup and the pieces of beef were cut pretty small.

They must have thought of that.

Jungkook tried not to cry grateful tears into his seaweed soup as he heard his hyung and noona busy themselves with cleaning the kitchen, ‘cause that would be utterly embarrassing and not very manly, sniff.

Thankfully, he was saved by his rising boner.

The thing was, Jungkook was pretty sure he wasn’t turned on by pain. Ahem. Okay, maybe a little (lotta) bit. But, time and place! This was precisely why he picked a very cool and very talented male tattoo artist. He could ask questions and be noisy and immature and not feel bad. Jungkook liked female artists but he would get too mentally distracted because he didn’t really know what to talk about, so his mind would end up wandering to another set of hands and then, bam! A not useful boner. Also, he didn’t want to creep anybody out or make them uncomfortable. That would be mean.

But, uh.

Jungkook was beginning to realize he enjoyed and hated these long sessions. He enjoyed them because he very much considered his tattoo artist his friend. He enjoyed them because his close friends were supportive, bought him snacks, and told him he was cool or brave for getting so many tattoos (very important, yup). And, yeah, he liked the repeated stabbing (it was addictive, okay?!). But he also enjoyed them because of how attentive his noona was before and during the aftercare process. She helped him prepare his bag prior to the appointment, would make sure to remind him to keep the area hydrated, make him his favorite meals (meat!), and be the first to help him in case he needed it. As for the hate part…

Ugh, it made him so fucking horny knowing he couldn’t get off without her help.

Yeah, sure, he could use his left hand. But the nut would be pisslow awful and not at all satisfying. Of course, Jungkook could wait and use his right when he felt like it was fine but that wouldn’t be for a while. He didn’t spend all that money to have to explain that he wanted a touch-up because he needed to cum being around a literal sex goddess his noona (not to mention what a mortifying thing to say to his poor tattoo artist that didn’t need to know all that). And there was no way in hell Jungkook was going to avoid his noona during his recovery. She had just made him seaweed soup! Oh, yeah, and Yoongi was there too. Anyway, the forced waiting turned him on even more than usual because there was a real reason behind it. After his first long session, he even clumsily edged himself with his left hand, multiple times, before he asked her to get him off, just so it felt even better when her lips closed around his leaking, desperate cock.

Jungkook choked on some beef.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m – ack! – fine. Totally fine!” he managed to hack out in a very not-fine tone.

“You look like you’re choking,” Yoongi commented matter-of-factly, eerily similar to a narrator of a nature documentary.

“Be careful,” she laughed, coming around the counter to rub his back. Aaaah! Jungkook lifted his right arm slightly and tried to subtly punch his dick down into submission but, as it turned out, his erection was as stubborn as he was. Awesome. Not to mention space was very limited under the counter. Shit. She patted in between his shoulder blades. “Want some water?”

“No, hah, I’m f-fine,” he wheezed, freezing up a little at her touch. He thought he was used to it by now but he really wasn’t, especially when his dick was already halfway up the stairs to heaven. Down to hell to the circle of lust? Whatever. She wasn’t too close, as she was on his right side, but he had enough memories to know how skin-to skin felt, enough times of her breasts pressed to his back and her hands exploring his chest, enough moments of her agile fingers splayed out over his pecs like blooming flowers, running her nails over his skin, flicking his nipples, all the while tracing her tongue along the base of his neck with her hard nipples rubbing against his shivering back…

Okay.

Jungkook was not fine.

“It’s kinda warm…” he mumbled as she moved away.

“That’s because you’re still wearing your jacket and having hot soup,” Yoongi pointed out, putting away some bowls. “Take it off.”

“Want help?”

It was a very innocent suggestion. Thus, Jungkook spent the next minute trying not to reveal that he had popped a boner while eating seaweed soup, sitting up and sticking out his arms like a Ken doll, letting those dreamy, long fingers peel away his oversized white and black racer jacket. Left arm first, then the right, taking care to slide it off, the sleeve cocoon stripping back to reveal the beautiful butterfly that was his fresh, brightly inked right arm.

“Oh? That’s right, you were covering up some big tattoos today, huh?” Yoongi perked up, his raspy voice with a twinge of curiosity, padding over to investigate. Underneath the jacket, Jungkook had worn a closely fitted, white, ribbed tank top. Comfy but wouldn’t get in the way. “Ho, so much color. Quite rockstar of you. You’re become such a cool guy, heh.”

“I wanted the individual images to stand out more and the artist suggested adding some color,” Jungkook clarified, slurping away at his dinner again. “I just trusted him.”

“He did such a good job,” she was saying, delicately holding his hand. Jungkook tried not to melt into a puddle. “The gradient is fantastic. The text here looks cleaner too.”

“Oh, yeah, I asked him to clean up some of my older tattoos too. For consistency.”

He continued munching happily until…

“So, what’s with the boner?”

Jungkook nearly choked again.

“Ay, Yoongi-ssi, leave him alone,” she chided, smacking Yoongi in the butt. Received a scalding squinty side-eye in response but she didn’t seem to give a shit. Nerves of steel. “You know he can’t cum unless I let him.”

Wow, okay, way to broadcast the facts!

“Hey!”

She tilted her head and rubbed the tip of his nose. Open-mouthed smirk included. Gulp. “Am I wrong?”

Against his better judgement, Jungkook pouted. “Noona…”

She patted his thigh. Condescendingly. He intensified his pout but it was futile. “Finish eating, okay? I’ll help you out in the shower…” She winked, devilish. “As usual.”

Yoongi snickered. “Just don’t be too loud.”

“Put on some headphones then,” she countered.

“Oi, I’m not blowing out my eardrums.”

“Then listen,” she hummed, caressing Jungkook’s jeans. “Or watch. No one’s stopping you.”

The bottom of Yoongi’s lips upturned, giving him the expression of a disgruntled cat. “I have to sleep.”

“Oh, like you don’t sleep enough, grandpa.”

“That wasn’t what you were calling me when I had you folded in half under me.”

Jungkook was left to slurp his soup to the sound of their bickering as her hand gently stroked the inside of his thigh. It could be worse. Could be better too, like her unzipping him and establishing dominance by jacking him off at the kitchen island. But Yoongi was not so easily fazed, so she didn’t, and Jungkook cried at (and secretly enjoyed) the feeling of pre-cum soaking through his underwear.

Turns out, he didn’t have to wait that long to enjoy suffering.

Er.

Attention?

Towards the end of his meal was getting a bit annoying to scoop up what was left, so Jungkook put down the spoon to pick up the bowl and drink of the rest of the soup. For a brief second, he was let go and he noticed Yoongi was flicking his hand over his noona’s chest. She grabbed his hand, pulling that scowling face to her into a sudden and tense kiss. Hey, he wasn’t above some adult entertainment while eating. Well, maybe not during the majority of the meal, but Jungkook kept a (big) peeper out. From his periphery, he saw Yoongi slip his hands under her shirt and heard her murmur in satisfaction, trailing kisses over Yoongi’s face. He saw his hyung smile in response, warm and genuine and butterfly-inducing.

Jungkook lowered the bowl slowly as Yoongi opened his eyes.

And winked.

Devilish.

“I’m leaving,” Yoongi suddenly announced, untangling himself and slinking away.

His noona snickered and shook her head. “Okay, nerd.”

Then she turned around and, before Jungkook could say anything about Yoongi running away like a criminal undercover, she revealed that her shirt was now open and fully exposing her perky tits and large, hard nipples.

“Oh!”

Jungkook felt his eyeballs nearly pop out of his skull at the unexpected surprise.

She acted as if they could ever have a normal conversation with her boobs right in front of his face. “So, are you still tired? Just wanna get washed up and go to sleep?”

He tried to answer but from the first word it was impossible. Her pajama shirt was sliding down her perfect shoulders, revealing smooth skin and the flannel fabric cradled her breasts, framing them perfectly. She smelled fresh and fruity, just like her signature lotion scent. Blackberry and vanilla. Her forearms lay against his thighs, forcing his body to turn, and he gasped as her fingers fanned out over his muscular thighs and squeezed them, basically half-crawling into his lap to look up at him, asking her questions in a very leisurely and unbothered tone.

“Tired…?” he echoed, his brain in a completely different dimension. “Wuh?”

Her hands glided up his sides and delicately closed in around his waist. He gasped, stiffening as her touch encased him, feeling the action through the fabric of his tank top. She hummed softly, caressing his waist. Slow. Tender. Not a second of rushing even though blood was rushing straight down into his dick at record speed. He felt her gaze on him and shifted his own to her face, seeing her observe him with lovely eyes that contained all the innocence of a kumiho.

So, none at all.

Her smile reappeared, mysterious and sinful.

Her palm grazed over his tense abdomen and he whimpered under his breath. Or so he thought.

“Feeling good?” she asked serenely.

“Y… Yeah…”

Down. Tracing the button of his jeans. His breath caught in his throat. Fingertip by fingertip, in slow motion, tapping lightly on his bulge. Barely any pressure. Solidly tucked between his legs, her ass sticking out. He would be fine with the other side of the view too. This house needed more mirrors, Jungkook concluded.

“Do you remember why you came to me?”

He stopped staring at her ass as the question registered. He was holding his right arm out and his left elbow was resting on the counter. “In the beginning?”

“Mhm.”

She was now cupping his covered erection and pulsing her grip around it, making his cock throb and leak everywhere. Great. His boxer briefs were a cum-filled mess now, surely. He could feel the squish and the stimulation against the tip. Agonizing pleasure.

His cheeks warmed. “Ah… Yeah… because… my previous girlfriends said I f-fucked like a robot…”

“You think maybe you just weren’t that into them?” she questioned, running her fingertips of her other hand along his back and waist, sending tingles up his spine.

“I…” It was impossible to concentrate. “Ah… Well… A-Aren’t you supposed to fall f-for their personality first…?”

“Is that why you’re into me? My personality?”

Jungkook looked down.

Right at her personali-titties.

He swallowed so hard that he almost choked.

Again.

“Hm?” she mused.

Ripped his gaze from the visual of her prominent nipples hanging down next to his open thighs and into that sly stare that knew everything. Gulp. She continued toying with his crotch, stroking along the length, dipping down to pat the outline of his balls, smirking wider as his cock jerked in his pants. The roar of his heartbeat thundered in his ears. Fuck. It was the power in that gaze. The confidence in her stance. The ability to be below him and be completely, utterly in control. The taste of forbidden fruit, just within reach. The sensation of his whole body being overcome with want and the way she gladly overwhelmed all his senses by her presence alone. She didn’t have to touch him at all. She didn’t have to expose herself. She didn’t have to smell so good. She didn’t have to.

She simply chose to do all those things to drive him even more crazy.

“Yes or no?” she purred.

He could lie, but he was a terrible liar.

“Y… Yes…”

She seemed very satisfied with his response. Slid up between his legs, her hand on his back dropping and gliding up against his chest instead. He shivered, his lips parting as she rose, closer, the warmth of her exhale washing over him, a soft sigh and then their faces close, centimeters from each other with his racing heart under her palm. Her fingers spread out. Her index found his silver chain necklace resting on his collarbones, playing with it with a small smile.

Her other hand was still on top of his hard dick.

Jungkook used to think that there was no way sex could be sexy. The idea of it was sexy. In practice, sex used to be awkward and uncomfortable, but essential to get his rocks off. It felt like something he had to do. But it wasn’t like that, at least with her. Well, he still sometimes felt awkward and uncomfortable, but Jungkook suspected she was doing it on purpose. He didn’t mind though, because she always touched him with such fondness and – maybe this was the delulu talking – but he really didn’t need the sex so much as he needed her to keep looking at him the way she did.

His dick throbbed suddenly in protest.

“Ah–!”

She tilted her head and kissed him.

Placing a chaste kiss right below his lips, the soft press taking his breath away, and then her lips ghosted over his, grabbing a fistful of his tank top and kissing him deeply. Fuck, how he loved her lips. How could he describe them? So fluffy and yet so insistent. Determined, seductive, pulling him to her and sighing, her contented breath filling his lungs and giving him life. His left hand found the collar of her shirt and gripped it tightly, not even realizing he had closed his eyes instinctively, wanting nothing more than to melt into her. Her hair brushed against his cheek and neck. Her scent warmed him, sweet and decadent. Her knuckles pressed into his sternum, unyielding. Her fingers tangled into the silver chain around his neck, possessive.

His brain melted into a puddle of bliss.

He moaned her name into her lips as she parted. She squeezed his inner thigh through his loose jeans. Still, the fabric was too thick for it to be satisfying enough.

“W-Wait…”

“You kinda taste like beef,” she remarked, releasing her hold and patting his chest. “Come on. If we fuck in the kitchen, I’ll have more to clean than your dishes.”

Jungkook felt his cheeks burn. “O… Oh.”

She backed up a step and took way too long to button a single button to cover her breasts again. He spent a good ten seconds gawking at their perky shape and the way her obvious nipples stuck straight out. She acted as if nothing was wrong, lingering between his spread-open thighs.

“You have to shower quickly, right? Go get started and I’ll come wash your back.”

“But, n-noona–!”

Her hand flew up and landed at the base of his neck. Thumb to one side, four fingers on the other. Jungkook froze.

She cocked an eyebrow.

Then she smirked.

His pulse hammered in his throat, so close to being constricted.

“Are you saying you’re flexible enough to wash your own back now?”

Jungkook shook his head so fast his vision blurred. “Nope. I’m weak. Help. I can’t take off my clothes either. Owie. It hurts so much.”

“Mmmm, very convincing.” She didn’t sound convinced. At all.

Damnnit.

-

“Gah!”

She gave him an exasperated look. “As if I haven’t seen you naked before.”

Minutes later, Jungkook found himself sitting in the bathtub, puffing his cheeks as he washed his hair with his left hand and felt the bath sponge rub against his back. Ah. She was leaning over the side of the tub, holding onto his left shoulder and rubbing circles into his back. Aaaah. He had left the plastic on his right arm for now, intending to remove the tape as his last step so he could rinse it off with a gentle, unscented cleanser. The water was lukewarm. Not the greatest, but he didn’t want to steam up the bathroom. It would be bad for the tattoos.

“U-Um… noona?”

“Hm?”

She rubbed down to his lower back. He sat up straighter. There was a wet towel blanketed over his crotch. Not really for any reason other than cold. Yeah. Anyway. She leaned over and kept going, massaging him at the same time. He gasped as she pressed the base of her palm into his muscle and kneaded.

“I… uh… about what I said earlier…”

“Mhm.”

He jumped a little but she was just leaning over to grab the detachable showerhead, adjusting the water to the correct temperature. “I hope… I hope I didn’t offend you or anything. I do like your personality a lot. You’re assertive and funny and you always remember stuff I like,” Jungkook rambled, lowering his left hand. His right was slightly hanging off the edge of the tub to keep it out of the way. Of course, he scrubbed his armpits before she came in. It would have been rude not to clean all the important bits first.

She rinsed off his back. “I’m not worried,” she chuckled.

“Oh, okay.”

“I don’t mind that you’re shallow. It’s flattering, coming from a hot guy like you.”

“That’s good – wait, what?!”

She sprayed the top of his head and sent him into sputters.

“Ah!”

She grabbed his shoulder, quickly and vigorously rinsing off his hair before pulling the showerhead away and turning off the water. Not before spraying him in the chest though. Jungkook found himself with his drenched hair flat against his forehead, making him unable to see. He felt like a wet dog. He almost wiggled away – until her arm slid down and rested against his chest, her other hand slipping under his wet hair and pushing it back, laughing playfully as she spoke.

“Oh, Jungkook. You’re so silly. Don’t worry about nothing,” she sighed, petting his head.

He couldn’t say anything.

Mostly because her tits were now pressed against the top of his back.

Oh, fuck. Her large, soft nipples rubbed against his shoulders. And her breasts, ooh, so plushy. “Everyone knows you like my personality.” So bouncy. Mmmm. “Just like how everyone knows you’ve been thirsting after me since day one.” No, it was more like first thirty seconds of seeing her. “Just like how everyone knows you’re a pain slut.”

Her breasts pressed against his shoulders.

Wait.

What did she say?

She plucked the towel away from his crotch and locked her fingers around his package.

“AAH!”

She slapped a hand over his mouth and pinned him to her body, crouching over him. It was then – how could it be only THEN – that Jungkook’s brain fully registered that she was topless. Possibly bottom-less too! Not only was she naked but also she was roughly massaging his balls with his rapidly hardening length trapped between her thumb and index finger, essentially making a cock ring with her two fingers and a ball cage with the rest. He gasped, rolling his head back onto her shoulder, moaning behind her hand as her touch switched between caress and choking his balls. There was no water in the tub as the drain wasn’t pushed down.

Her hand changed from covering his mouth to slipping two fingers into his lips.

“See? You like this,” she whispered, sultry and low.

He tried to gurgle out, n-no way, but he was too busy lifting his hips and thrusting upwards, trying to get the friction he so urgently desired but couldn’t achieve. She dragged her nails across his balls and his eyelids fluttered, sucking on her fingers, spit trickling past his lips and down his chin, his moan echoing in the bathroom when she finally closed her grip around his aching cock, pumping slow, running a fingertip over the head, slicking out the pre-cum leaking out.

“P-Please…” he whined.

“You gotta get out now,” she reminded him.

“No, please…”

She slowly thrust her fingers into his mouth, rubbing his tongue. “You should wait longer, shouldn’t you?” He tried to shake his head but he couldn’t, his hips bucking as her speed increased. “Don’t want you to get sweaty and all that.” Fuck, please, he wanted to scream and nearly did when she let go and lightly smacked around his stiff erection, slapping his cock against his tense inner thighs. It bounced around, the head dark red, aching for release. He was so hard that his cock popped right back into position, sticking straight upwards between his spread legs. “Do you really think you’ve been a good boy?” His own saliva was dripping down his chin. How did she get this level of desperation out of him so easily? She held his shaft up with only the back of her thumb and firmly smacked his balls, rapid and light, making him cry out and squirm. “Hold it up.”

“N-Noona, please…”

“Hold it up if you want me to suck your dick,” she ordered calmly.

The thrill raced up his spine. His hair was dripping, droplets down his cheeks and neck. This was it. This electric, intense feeling that seemed to control him, his hand ghosting down to wrap around his twitching length, gasping sharply when her fingers left his mouth. She cupped his chin instead, tilting his head up and now they were looking at each other, only for a moment, her sparkling eyes rich with passion, intoxicating pleasure snaking up his core as he melted under her hot gaze.

This was the feeling Jungkook always wanted.

She lowered herself down. He stared at the ceiling as she teased his balls, moaning and lazily stroking his cock as she slapped them, dragged her fingernails over them, squeezed them. Spit on him. He whimpered, teasing the underside of the swollen head of his cock, more, flinching as she spat on him again, gasping as she dug her nails into the sensitive area behind his balls, coaxing himself to the edge and then stopping, building the frustration.

She kissed his hot cheek.

“You’re doing so good,” she murmured into his ear, licking it softly.

Her right hand closed around his left and they edged him together, their fingers laced, her teeth on the curve of his ear and his moan radiating off the tiles. Long, deep strokes, building up the speed. So good. Tight, rapid pace, close, his chest rattling, so close, his eyes rolling back when her hand clamped around the base of his aching cock and squeezed hard, cutting off the high and colliding him into the mental wall, his dismayed cry drowned out by her lips devouring his.

Fuck!

Was he going to get to bust a nut or not?!

-

“Please, don’t.”

He put on his best pout as she held the Magic-8 ball in front of her body. Still wearing her black seamless panties, but that was it. She was lightly sitting on his thighs, straddling him on the bed as she shook it teasingly.

“Noona, come on…”

“Why not? It’ll be fun.”

She lowered it and Jungkook gasped as the black plastic ball touched his chest, wiggling uncomfortably as she rolled it back and forth. Foreign and cold. It warmed up against his skin.  She leaned over him, not adding more pressure, but giving a great full-frontal view with her breasts trapped between her upper arms.

“It won’t be fun for me,” he whined, gripping the sheets tightly.

He reached up to squeeze her breasts, using his left hand, shuddering as he felt her hard nipples against his palm, looking up to see her tongue dance at the edge of her smirk, her tousled hair trailing down her shoulder. That had been the game before. He would ask to have sex. She would shake the Magic-8 ball and get his answer – resulting in twenty-six straight refusals from that evil children’s toy. Unlucky? Maybe. Cursed? More likely. Extra cursed because it was Park Jimin who purchased and gifted her the thing.

Grr.

Jungkook was still pissed about that.

She tilted her head, sending part of her face into delicious shadow.

“We can make it a little game.”

His hand slid down her arm and covered hers.

“No games,” he begged, catching the edge of his lower lip with his teeth. Her eyes shifted down. He was playing all his cards. She muttered under her breath, hah, I love that underlip mole of yours, how can I resist a lip bite, fuck, and those cute, round, big brown eyes… all while lowering herself to him, drawn to his plea, releasing her hold on the Magic-8 ball.

She rolled it on his chest and into his open hand.

“Okay. No games.”

She kissed him again.

A claim to his lips. Soft and insistent, working him into a frenzy, making him grip that hard plastic ball tightly as his breathing shallowed, moaning as her tongue slid in, out, in, out. He felt her hands frame his head, crowning him with her fanned-out fingers. Tingling as her thumb rubbed across his temple. His jaw. His earrings, toying with them, nipping at his lower lip and sucking on it, her warm body settling between his legs, soft to hard, rubbing up against him.

Fuck.

Fuuuuck.

She pulled on his hair roughly and his lip slipped from her teeth due his own whimper, gasping hotly as her kisses danced down his throat, then running her tongue over the trail of kisses. She had a hand planted onto his chest to prevent him from arching his back, lapping at his collarbones daintily as she tugged at a fistful of his still damp hair. Sparks of pain showering down from the crown od head meeting the maddening bliss of her lips on his chest, traveling, decorating his clavicle, each mark of her teeth mirroring the redness of a fallen rose petal.

He tried to lower his chin and shuddered against the hurt, making better and worse at the same time, opening his eyes as she let go of his hair, seeing her sliding down his torso.

That ass.

He felt a nip at his nipple and his breathing hitched, snapping down to see her looking up at him, expression highly amused.

“Pretty nice ass, huh?”

No one said she was humble.

He grinned. “Yeah, I should take a pic and make it my phone background.”

She chuckled, running her tongue over his hard nipple and Jungkook shivered, transfixed by the image and the simultaneous surge of pleasure. He lifted his head higher off the pillow. Shallow breaths, watching, the glossy tip of that dexterous pink muscle against his dark nipple, her lips closing around it, feeling his body stiffen as he felt the sucking sensation vibrate through him. The moan bubbled in his tightened chest as she gently bit, licked, sucked, alternating between the actions. Her fingernails dragged over his sides and flexed abs, electrifying his skin with the pressure. He flinched when she released him and replaced the rough play with kisses, moving across his chest to do the same to his other nipple.

She glanced at him, witnessing his perverse enjoyment with a knowing glint in her eye.

He clutched the Magic-8 ball at his side with in his left hand, falling back into the pillow moaning, writhing slightly as the sucking intensified. Her hand slid down, stroking the inside of his thigh. He could barely feel the side of his half-hard cock brush against the back of her hand.

“F-Fuck… please…”

His entire body jolted when she popped her lips off him and sealed her work with a kiss.

“You’re so impatient, Jungkook,” she hummed, pressing her tongue flat to his nipple and rubbing roughly, saliva sticking to his skin. “So needy.”

His mind was spinning. Blood running hot under his skin, body uncontrollably quivering, clutching the sheets and the Magic-8 ball for dear life. The pent-up arousal was driving him insane but, as a wise man once said, gotaa go insane to stay sane. Or something like that. Jungkook couldn’t remember any wise proverbs right now. He was too horny. She was rising, re-clipping her hair with that cute sheep-shaped claw clip, keeping it out of her smirking face.

“Y-Yes, I am needy… a-ah… please…”

Slipping down, down.

She pressed her palms into the innermost part of his thighs, spreading her fingers over his crotch, and swallowed his cock.

He moaned so loud that Min Yoongi surely heard.

Hey.

No one said Jeon Jungkook was subtle.

Especially when being pleasured.

Immediately his cock swelled at her up-and-down motion that came with tongue and lips and a tight, wet, warm throat that pushed him in as deep as possible. He was always somewhat shocked at how easily she maneuvered him without her hands, preferring instead to use only her mouth to take him all the way to the base and lick at his balls, her constricting throat suffocating the thick head of his cock, and then back up, running the sensitive skin over the roof of her mouth and closing her lips around the tip tighter, teasing the underside of the slit with deft flicks. Then, again, swallowing his growing length, molding her tongue to his girth, slathering saliva over his balls.

God, Jungkook loved the bed suck.

She had an immaculate level of control when giving a blowjob on the bed. He didn’t have to do anything but lay back and relax, occasionally looking down to follow her head movements and see his length glistening in between her plush lips, then collapsing again as the erotic euphoria overtook him again, his chest fluttering with the intensity, his core tightening, lost in lust. He completely forgot the itchiness of his right arm. The colors were brighter under the overhead light and the lotion he had applied right before getting into bed, a sharp contrast to her bare arm against his hip, her elegant hand nestled up his side, her perfect round ass in the air. His pants blending into moans, floating on cloud nine from her tight, soft mouth and agile tongue, wondering how the fuck he got this lucky.

She’s basically a porn star in bed, Park Jimin once said.

She paused when she noticed him watching her again. Extended her pink tongue past her lips, slapping his balls and scooping them up against the base of his cock, raising an eyebrow at him.

Damn.

Truer words had never been spoken.

Then – thankfully – she returned her attention to his cock, except this time it was tighter, faster, and he gasped, feeling her push the head up and force it deeper into her throat when she descended, oh, fuck, he could see her breasts bouncing too, those perfect nipples, damn, obvious wet noises drowned out by the more obscene sounds he was making, crying out, moaning, the pace intense and deliberate and racing, and the only way he could describe it was as if somehow her mouth had become a warm, wet sleeve for his twitching cock, powerfully massaging his length all over, close, his eyes rolling back.

There.

He groaned as he shot into her suffocating throat, wanton and pathetic, finally, his mind going blank, pumping thick cum into that tight pocket and whining as she swallowed, fuck, finally, her pinning his flinching hips down as his shuddering length jerked again, another vicious throb and dripping cum, tears stinging the edge of his vision, gasping out her name as the apex of pleasure consumed his nerves and set them alight.

Fucking finally.

He felt his orgasm squish into the back of her tongue and around the aching head of his cock and he moaned. Long and loud and pornographic. He felt himself twitch in her mouth. She brought him down, slow and wet, a low hum vibrating from her throat to his cock to his core.

Jungkook panted.

Tension shimmered throughout his chest and limbs, keeping him breathless.

Wait.

Her tongue rubbed against the underside of his girth, fanning out along the pulsing, abused head, sending racing sparks over his ass and up his spine.

Wait a second.

Her fingertips glided over his slick balls, squeezing them and making him shudder at the shocking bliss.

I’m still hard.

He yelped, snapping his head down, but it was too late, too late to stop, the afterglow of his last orgasm building towards another, her head sliding up and down, her lips flush to his glossy shaft, him whimpering while he watched, shivering at the lewd image and the idea of back-to-back orgasms, so good, fuck, she looks so good and it feels so fucking amazing, the addictive adrenaline spiking, the lasting buzz radiating all over, oversensitivity increasing the forbidden pleasure, tight and wet and soft, taking him as so deep his balls slapped into her chin, the muscles of his body flexed and tense, hard underneath the soft.

His second orgasm slammed into him.

His head fell back and the pleasure swarmed him, knocking the air out of his lungs, drawing out his lustful moan, his heartbeat roaring in his ears. Her name tumbled out of his lips, praises, swears, her name again, the words mixing together on his confused tongue. She swallowed again, loud to his ears, so obvious, and he trembled all over. The sharp spasm of ecstasy left him rattled, whining, feeling her licking him again but tender, even more gentle this time, slurping around his softening cock, the sensitive skin prickling and pulsating under her warm tongue.

“So… fuck… s-so fucking good…”

Oh, how he loved the feeling of her lips and those kisses feathering his thighs, his crotch, his cock, his balls, shivering in delight, all his previous frustrations making it everything so much more satisfying.

Uh.

He didn’t just think that.

Shit.

“Man, you’re loud.”

“Gah!”

“Hey, Yoongi.”

She planted herself on top of his drenched cock, laying out all over him with her hands on his chest and shoulder. Jungkook gawked at her and then at his hyung standing there at her open bedroom door, looking around at the pastel sheep plushies decorating her room and pausing at the pink bunny and tuxedo cat plush sitting on her desk. Then those dark brown orbs moved back to her ass leaning against Jungkook’s still trembling thigh.

“You could have taken off your panties,” he grumbled in his low voice.

She turned her head to look back at Yoongi. “Sorry. I didn’t think about it since I wasn’t going to get any tonight. I didn’t know you would be watching.”

Her words made Jungkook frown. “What do you mean, you aren’t getting any?”

She faced him again, raising her eyebrows. “What are you talking about? We shouldn’t push it. You’ll get too sweaty.”

“But, noona, that’s not fair, I could…?”

Silence.

A bird cawed outside.

“Use you left hand?” Yoongi snorted. “Meh.”

She smiled. “I’ll wait. I can be patient.”

Yeah, well, guess who couldn’t be patient?

As the youngest, he protested. “You could use my thigh. Or… Or my forearm! You like that!”

“No, no. I’m fine with waiting.”

“You’re doing this on purpose! You’re torturing me by not letting me feel you cum!”

Jungkook paled as his hyung and noona grinned at the same time. Deviously. In unison. Scary as fuck. Yoongi leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, his long black hair framing his cunning eyes and open-mouthed smirk, serving every bit the allegations of being sex on legs. Jungkook trembled as he felt her trail her fingers along the base of his neck, sensually rubbing his collarbone. Thumb on one side, four fingers on the other. Not moving up but reminding him nonetheless.

“Whatever gave you that impression?” she drawled.

They were in cahoots.

Not that Jungkook minded.

That was how he got this lucky in the first place.

The Magic-8 ball rested against his naked hip, the window reading, without a doubt.

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[aliceintheworld]

PURE ATTRACTION | JJK | TATTOO ARTIST

Pairing: TattooArtistJungkook X NaiveReader

Summary: "I shouldn't be watching a man undressing, especially not from the house next door."

Warning: more religion 😬 depression, Jimin, Taehyung, and Yoongi appear. Jungkook in a towel 💦👅 finally a kiss (things from here happen quickly.) ATTENTION, THIS STORY IS NOT SLOWBURN.

A/N: Guys, I took a while this time for reasons of: laziness and discouragement. I wanted more people to read what I write, but I'm introverted even on the Internet, which leaves me with few alternatives to show my writing to the world. Thinking about it, I'm in trouble. Other than that, only a few days have passed, so everything is fine. Back to the story, everything starts to pick up pace. Just to repeat, the fanfic is not slowburn, so there will be smut in the next chapter. Stay tuned.

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Chapter 3

I spend the whole week riding an emotional rollercoaster. I find myself visiting my neighbor, Mrs. Jeon, more frequently than usual, and with each visit, our friendship blossoms deeper. She shares stories of her youth, of wild adventures and carefree days when she was my age. Her openness encourages me to share my own experiences–or rather, my lack of them. I recount my first disastrous kiss, confess that I've never been in love, and reveal how my once unshakeable faith in the church has wavered since my father's passing. I feel a weight lift off my shoulders; here, I am free to be imperfect, to be vulnerable, without fear of judgment.

Yet, there's one thing I keep to myself: the incident with her son, Jungkook, and the profound effect he has on me. Throughout all my visits, I never see him again. Curiosity gets the better of me, and I casually ask Mrs. Jeon where he is. She tells me that he moved and rented an apartment to avoid being a burden. He only spent the first night at home after his trip, and I remember that night well–from my window, of course–but I don't mention it. Disappointment settles in me like a stone; I long to see him again, but I focus on his mother instead. Having her to confide in is a relief, a breath of fresh air in my otherwise stifling life.

I patiently wait for her to open up about her own struggles, her depression, but she never does. I worry that I might know something I shouldn't, that perhaps she's not comfortable sharing with me. But I promise myself I'll keep her secret safe, no matter what. Today is Sunday, and I won't visit Mrs. Jeon since I'll see her at church. I'm excited–despite my mother making unnecessary comments and disturbing my peace of mind, I'll have someone to rely on.

I smooth down my dark brown dress, fixing my messy hair. I dab a bit of lipstick on my fingertips and press it onto my lips, careful not to overdo it. The truth is, I enjoy makeup, but I've never learned how to apply it properly. I feel embarrassed drawing attention to myself with bolder colors; after all, people are used to my lack of vanity. I sigh, steeling myself as I head downstairs to meet my mother.

She hasn't stopped talking about Jungkook. Unlike me, who had a good first impression, she despises him. She criticizes everything: his eyebrow piercing, his bold style, his tattoos, even the way he carries himself. I can't help but wonder if she accepted the dinner invitation just to analyze him, searching for flaws that exist only in her mind. She's been friends with Misuk since moving to town, and I want to believe–perhaps naively–that my mother doesn't have ulterior motives.

We arrive at church early, the space quiet with only a few members milling about. My mother drifts away to chat with the older congregation, and I find a seat, taking a deep breath. I scan the room for Mrs. Jeon but I don't see her. Since it's still early, I'm not too worried. I take a moment to read the Bible, reflecting on positive thoughts when I feel a gentle touch on my shoulder. I turn, and there he is–Jungkook, smiling brightly. I frown, almost convinced he's a mirage. Am I daydreaming?

"Hi Y/N, are you okay?" he asks softly, his lips brushing almost against my ear. His intense gaze locks with mine, and I'm relieved to be sitting down; my legs feel weak in his presence.

"Everything's fine," I reply, my eyes dropping to my fingers. I want to engage him, ask about his week, inquire how he's been, but the words stick in my throat. It's as though I can't act normally around him. I take a deep breath, mustering the courage to comment, "I didn't know you attended church."

"I don't," he laughs, amusement dancing in his eyes. And rightly so; considering his clothes–a heavy leather jacket, shaved sides, and a wavy fringe–it's sexy but definitely not what you'd expect at church. "I haven't been since I was a kid."

"Really? Why?" I ask, genuinely curious, my gaze drawn to his eyebrow piercing, oddly captivating.

"I didn't feel welcome," he replies simply. There's no bitterness in his voice, and I understand all too well what he means. My mother, for example, was the first to judge him based on his appearance, and I can only imagine how difficult it is to feel at home in a place where you're not embraced.

"I understand," I say, unsure of what else to add. "So, you came here to give it another shot?"

"No way," he chuckles. "Actually, my mom mentioned you two planned to meet at church today."

"That's true," I confirm.

"Unfortunately, she can't make it today. She's not feeling well."

"Is she okay?" My concern surfaces immediately.

"She's fine, don't worry. Just a headache, and she took some medicine. She'll be better soon," he assures me, his hand lightly touching my shoulder. I can't help but notice how warm and gentle his touch is. I shake my head, trying to divert my thoughts from Jungkook's hands to anything else.

"I'm relieved to hear that," I smile, noticing the church is starting to fill up.

"I'm actually inviting some friends over to my apartment, and I wanted to know if you'd like to join us," he says, brushing his fingertips against his ear, a bit shy. I'm taken aback; I didn't expect this invitation. He wants me to come over with his friends?

"And why?" I ask, surprised. It's been a while since we last saw each other, and we haven't talked much even then.

"I like you. I want you to come so we can have fun."

"If this is some kind of payment, or something like that... you really don't need to." I reply, not believing it. I don't have friends, and the thought that he wants to be with me and the people he likes seems absurd to me.

"It's not that. I'm even a bit offended." He jokes, smiling. "I really want you to come, please."

"Jungkook... I don't know."

"I swear they're nice. Every time I'm in Busan, we hang out. They're trustworthy, I promise."

"I can imagine," I reply, still hesitant. I'd have to leave church, skip the service, and ask my mother for permission to go out with him, and of course, she wouldn't allow it. No way. It's not that I don't want to; I desperately want to spend time with him. That's been on my mind all week. "I don't think it's possible; my mom..."

"I know," he interjects, as if he anticipated my response. "But what if, just this once, you say you are going to my mom's? We could say I'm taking you there when in fact, you're coming to my apartment."

"Are you asking me to lie to my mother in a church?" I can't help but laugh at the absurdity of it. He shrugs, grinning.

"God knows it's just once," he replies confidently, pouting slightly. "What do you say? Later, I can take you to my mom's whenever you want, or you can stay at my apartment since I have more than one room. You set the time and conditions."

"Jungkook..." I groan, covering my face with my hands. The thought of lying to my mother, especially to go to a guy's house, sends a wave of anxiety through me. If she finds out, I'll be in big trouble.

"Come on! It'll be fun. I promise," he pleads softly. I can't say no to him, at least not now. I nod, agreeing to the madness.

"Okay, but you're the one who's going to talk to my mom. And if I say I want to leave, you agree. No alcohol because I know you drive. Those are my conditions," I assert, trying to sound firm. He smiles and salutes me, like a soldier receiving orders, and I slowly get up, taking small steps toward my mother. I let Jungkook lead the way, my nerves creeping back as I prepare to tell a lie in this sacred place.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Eunji. Good afternoon, everyone," he greets my mom and the other church members. My mother looks utterly shocked, her eyes nearly popping out of her head as she takes in his appearance.

"Good afternoon, Jungkook," she replies, lacking enthusiasm, her gaze scanning him from head to toe. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to do a favor for my mom," he clarifies, and if I didn't know better, I'd almost believe him. "My mom asked Y/N to keep her company since my dad will be out of town for a few days. I came to pick her up."

"Really?" my mom looks at me, and I don't say anything, just nodding.

"It's true. My dad went to Daegu this weekend, and since my mom hasn't been feeling well, she asked Y/N to spend time with her. If you allow it, of course," he smiles calmly, and I brace myself waiting for my mother's response. I watch her weigh her options, glancing between Jungkook and me for what feels like an eternity before she sighs and nods.

"Alright, that's fine. Is your mom feeling okay?"

"Yes, she's getting better. Can we go now?" he asks, a hint of urgency in his voice.

"Yes, you may go," my mom sighs, placing a hand on her forehead. "It's a shame you're missing the service today, Y/N. Next week, you'll definitely come, okay?"

"Yes, mom, for sure," I agree weakly, clearing my throat and avoiding her gaze, still stunned that she let me go to Jungkook's house. Well, not his house, but is practically the same thing.

"Shall we go, Y/N? My mom is waiting," Jungkook says, raising an eyebrow. I nod, still silent, as we make our way toward the exit.

Some people stare, especially the older members, who seem shocked by Jungkook's appearance–too conservative, in my opinion. Somehow, the situation feels even funnier. Once we're sure no one can see us anymore, I burst into laughter, clutching my stomach. Jungkook chuckles too, exhaling as if he's just finished a tough exam and is finally free.

"Your mom is tough, huh?" he laughs. "I thought she was going to kill me with her eyes."

"Sorry," I say, still giggling a little. "She's like that with everyone."

"Even with you?"

"Even with me," I nod. "What do we do now?"

"Now, we go to my apartment. My friends have the key, so they're probably already there."

"Don't tell me they're all guys," I groan, suddenly anxious. I hadn't considered that he might not have any female friends, and I'd be the only girl at the apartment if that were the case.

"No, relax! I have female friends too. You'll like them," he assures me, walking toward a sleek black car parked across the street. I know nothing about cars, but I can tell this one is expensive. I feel out of place, acutely aware that Jungkook lives in a different world, one that's far removed from my own.

The tension in the car is palpable as we drive. The ride feels like it takes forever, the windows closed, and I'm intoxicated by his scent. I discreetly watch his large hands on the wheel, the way his long fingers tap rhythmically against the leather seat. I have to swallow hard to keep from drooling over him. I'm starving–not for food, but for him. All week, I've yearned to be near him, to touch him. I think I'm suffering from a Jungkook overdose, craving something I haven't even tasted yet.

I ponder whether he's aware of the effect he has on me, but I like to believe he hasn't noticed. It's easier that way. I breathe slowly, attempting to relax in my seat. It takes another ten minutes before Jungkook opens the gate to a condo with a small remote and drives in slowly. His car fits the place perfectly. Everything is stunning and upscale. I glance at my clothes and regret agreeing to come. Why did I say yes? I don't know his friends, and I don't know Jungkook that well, aside from the overwhelming attraction I feel toward him. What do I actually know about him? That he's a tattoo artist from Seoul? That he's rich and hasn't set foot in a church since childhood? I feel like I've walked into a situation that's spiraling out of control.

"Hey, Y/N, are you okay? You went quiet all of a sudden," he asks, concern etched on his face.

"I'm fine. Just feeling a bit strange," I admit.

"Why?"

"I don't know," I confess, omitting my paranoid thoughts. "I always feel like this in new places."

"I get that. I feel that way too," he tells me as we step into the parking elevator. I follow him, digesting this new revelation.

"You seem so confident and social," I comment, genuinely amazed. His big eyes meet mine as the elevator rises, floors passing by in a blur.

"I know, it seems that way. But in reality, I'm quite introverted. I have a small circle of friends and prefer it that way. I just fake it really well," he shares, and I find myself wanting to know more about the person behind the confident exterior.

"Really?" I ask, intrigued.

"Yeah," he nods, his expression earnest.

I try to respond, but the elevator stops on a floor, and Jungkook smiles at me, indicating that this is the right place. I feel one of his hands gently touch my waist, guiding me to a white door. I have to take a deep breath to keep from freaking out, my sweaty, trembling hands hidden in my pocket. I hear different music from the other side of the door before the place fully opens up to us.

"Hey, he's here! Finally, Jungkook!" I hear a male voice. It's a guy around Jungkook's age, I realize as soon as we walk in. His hair is a dark red, and his skin is pale and smooth. It's no surprise that his arms are covered in tattoos, drawings and phrases I can't read so far away. He also watches me closely, smiling warmly.

"Guys, this is YN, the one I told you about," Jungkook introduces me with a smile.

I turn red because there are at least seven people staring at me from head to toe. The apartment is well-kept, with dark wooden furniture. The living room is immaculate, with abstract paintings and photos of Jungkook and his family on the walls. I don't have much time to take everything in as my eyes focus on Jungkook's friends, who are strangers to me so far. Saying they're different from me would be an understatement.

They all have many tattoos and wear dark clothing. I sense an aura of confidence from all of them, but never hostility. It's as if they're very similar to Jungkook, with a completely different exterior from their inner selves. I relax a bit, smiling warmly and putting on my best expression.

"Nice to meet you all," I say, feeling a bit shy. They stand up and smile at me.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N. I'm Yoongi. That's my girlfriend, Minji," says the red-haired guy, pointing to the woman who just smiles. I offer my hand, feeling his cold skin from the beer bottle he was holding earlier.

"I'm Bora, and this is my boyfriend, Jimin," one of the dark-haired women greets me next, pointing to her boyfriend. They're a good-looking couple, the kind you see in magazines. Jimin has the brightest and most open smile.

"Nice to meet you," I nod.

"I'm Taehyung, but you can call me Tae," one of the guys says, taking a sip of his drink.

"I'm Yoori, Tae's girlfriend. Nice to meet you," she winks, making me laugh.

"And I'm Hayun, the only single one in the group," one of the girls shakes my hand, pulling me into a hug. She kisses my cheek, making her presence increasingly noticeable.

"Hayun, you're only single because you want to be, come on," Bora rolls her eyes. Hayun laughs, grabbing a snack from the coffee table.

"I like being single, except when I'm surrounded by couples. Especially couples like you guys."

"Do you have a boyfriend, Y/N?" Jimin asks. Embarrassed, I shake my head.

"No," I reply. They seem surprised, making noises with their mouths.

"But Jungkook is single too, right?" The guy with dark hair says, drinking his beverage. I thinks his name is Tae, if I remember right.

"And I want to keep that way." Jungkook replys.

"Of course you do." Yoongi laughs along with his friends, rolling his eyes. I remain silent, not understanding the joke. Then Yoongi looks at me and seems to notice my confusion. "Y/N, Jungkook never dates. The only time he tried, it went so wrong that now he doesn’t want to do it again."

"It was a disaster." Yoori adds, as if telling a fictional story. Jungkook rolls his eyes, sighing, but his friend continues: "he’s been avoiding relationships like the devil avoids the cross since then."

"Really?" I ask, genuinely curious.

"It’s not true, Y/N." Jungkook smiles at me. "They’re idiots."

"That’s not a lie." Minji, who had been silent until then, clarifies. "He’s been asked out several times, and he always declines. Women go crazy for him, for some reason."

"I know what the reason is." Jimin laughs mischievously, suggesting something while raising an eyebrow. I turn red when they laugh at the joke. Jungkook doesn’t contest it, too busy eating one of the snacks on the table. "But what about you, Y/N? Have you ever dated before?"

"Never." I reply. They don't look surprised this time.

"So you're like Jungkook, who avoids relationships?" Bora asks with a laugh. I feel Jungkook's eyes on me, watching attentively for my response. I shake my head, feeling awkward.

"No, actually, it's just a lack of options," I clarify, deciding to be honest. I hold my hands together nervously.

"Now you have two options," Yoongi suggests with a chuckle. Minji hits his arm trying to stop him, but he continues: "There's Hayun, since she likes to try out a little bit of everything, like some pussy and shit."

"Oh!" I widen my eyes, shocked, as they laugh even more. It's the first time I've seen someone speak so openly like this. Embarrassed, I look at Hayun, but she doesn't seem to mind the comment, laughing with the others.

"Who would be the other option?" Taehyung asks his friend with his trademark grin.

"Our friend Jungkook, obviously," Yoongi clarifies, and I choke on the answer, coughing uncontrollably.

They laugh even more, watching me nearly suffocate from the joke. Jungkook pats my back, smiling widely. His thumb caresses the skin of my arm, waiting for me to calm down. We're so close that he inadvertently wraps one of his arms around my shoulder. I'm shocked and even more unsettled. For me, physical contact beyond my mom is rare. Hugs, affection... I'm just not used to it.

"Are you okay?" he asks amidst his friends' chatter. I nod, staring at my hands. "Sorry about Yoongi; he always makes these kinds of jokes. He doesn't mean any harm."

"It's fine," I assure him, feeling awkward, unable to look into his eyes. "I actually liked everyone."

"Really?" he asks, bringing his nose close to my hair. My whole body shivers as I realize he's smelling my perfume, giving a satisfied smile when he pulls away. "Good to know."

I stay silent, feeling his warm breath near me. Jungkook removes his arm from my shoulder, but his skin still brushes against mine when he takes off his heavy jacket, leaving him in just a T-shirt. His friends are fun and involve me in the conversation, making me feel comfortable, but the truth is that having Jungkook so close drives me crazy and I can't pay much attention. I wonder how long I'll feel this way about him. Will this strong effect never go away? This is the third time we've met, but something tells me that no matter how many times I see him-be it two times or a thousand-my heart will always race whenever he gets close and smiles at me.

I don't even notice the time passing and only realize it's late when Yoongi, Jimin and Taehyung offer to take their girlfriends home, along with Hayun, who complains about not having anyone waiting for her at her apartment. Everyone leaves until only Jungkook and I remain. He promised to take me to his mother's house if I wanted, but I'm hesitant to ask as it's quite likely Mrs. Jeon is already asleep by now.

"Y/N, do you want me to get a towel for you?" Jungkook asks, tidying up the living room. I'm confused, picking up some empty soju bottles his friends drank to throw away.

"What do you mean?"

"You're not going to stay here?" he asks, furrowing his brow.

"Not really?" I laugh, then realize I might have been a bit rude, so I rephrase my response. "I mean, I don't think so. I don't want to be a bother."

"It's no bother. If you want, you can take a shower in my bathroom and sleep in the guest room." He offers with a smile. I bite my lower lip, unsure what to decide. I want to stay here, but it's just him and me now; is it really the right thing to do? It doesn't matter, Y/N. Just for one night.

"Okay then. Do you have a toothbrush, please?"

"Of course I do. Come with me, I'll get the stuff for you to use the bathroom." He calls me with a smile and walks down the long hallway. We pass by a few doors until we reach his room. My throat goes dry as my eyes scan the new space. His bed is large and covered with a dark gray blanket. The walls are white and everything is very organized, with a laptop next to the wardrobe and a fluffy black rug on the floor. His scent is everywhere, almost as if I'm breathing him. I clutch my hands together nervously about being alone with Jungkook in such an intimate space. He reappears after going to the closet, holding a white towel and some cotton clothes.

"You can take a shower in my bathroom while I use the guest one," he says, placing the items in my hands.

"Jungkook, that's not necessary..."

"Don't worry. I want you to be comfortable." He says before I can argue. His satisfied smile makes me not deny it again, happy to receive so much care from him. I just nod, agreeing. "The toothbrush is in the cabinet by the sink, in the package. You can open it, okay?"

"Okay, thank you very much." I smile before he walks down the hallway. I head to the door leading to the bathroom and sneak into the new space. I start thinking Jungkook has no flaws.

The place is as clean as the rest of the apartment, which makes me curious; does he clean everything himself, or does he hire someone to keep it tidy? I slowly take off my dress, grabbing my phone to text my mom and let her know I'm okay. I feel bad for lying, but the night was so good that I can't truly regret it. If I had to lie, to meet these same people, I would do it again. Thinking this surprises me, because just a few hours ago, I didn't think this way. The shower has a strong hot jet of water that massages my whole body, and it's so good that I have to convince myself to finish the shower and put on the clothes, trying to be done before Jungkook.

I brush my teeth quickly, smelling my skin that's still male fragrant with the liquid soap. I smile at myself in the mirror, brushing my hair with my fingers, trying to manage the unwashed strands. I open the bathroom door carefully, trying not to make too much noise and disturb the neighbors at this hour, when I see Jungkook again, this time only in a towel. I hold onto the doorframe, barely able to stand. A voice in my head tells me I shouldn't be watching him naked again and that I should turn around, go back into the bathroom, and pretend nothing happened, but I can't. I simply can't anymore. His muscular, wet back is in my field of vision as he searches for clothes. At that moment, my brain turns to mush and I decide to say what's been stuck in my throat.

"You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?" I muster the courage to ask him but I regret it immediately. What the hell am I doing? Jungkook turns slowly and the view from the front is a thousand times better than from the back. His whole body glistens in the light of the room, and his tattoos have never been so vivid. His body is muscular, virile and strong. I gonna lose my mind! Feeling new sensations I've never experienced for anyone before.

"Y/N?" He whispers my name with that soft voice he used when we first met. He doesn't seem surprised or embarrassed, which makes me even more unsettled.

"You're doing this on purpose, Jungkook?" I ask again. I have no idea where I got such courage and I don't know how long it will last. My heart feels like it's going to leap out of my chest. My whole body is on edge and sweating. I feel my hands trembling as I swallow hard. "You're trying something? I mean... you're not wearing clothes again and..."

"What do you think, Y/N?" he retorts suddenly, with a hoarse, deep voice. His eyes wander from my head to toes, as he raises an eyebrow along with his piercing, with a smirk at the corner of his mouth. My legs turn to weak twigs immediately, ready to collapse.

"I-I don't know." I stammer as he takes one step, then two and three, getting closer and closer to me.

"When I arrived from my trip to Busan, on the first day, I was tired and exhausted," he tells me, taking another step. I start to run out of breath, anxious and aroused. My cheeks flush as he speaks more slowly. "All I wanted was to rest and sleep the whole night, but that night I couldn't, not for an hour. Do you know why?"

"N-no..." I moan softly as his chest presses against mine. His warm, wet skin makes contact with mine, and I no longer know where I begin or end, pressed against his body. His pink lips curl into a wicked smile, as if he knows exactly what he's doing to me and it's all intentional. I shiver as his free hand moves up my wrist and grips the back of my neck firmly, making my eyes focus on his mouth and then his dark, deep eyes.

"A woman, next window, taking off all her damn clothes, completely shameless," he growls, pulling my neck closer to his face and pressing his lips to my ear. My spine tingles as I feel his teeth on my earlobe, in a bite that doesn't hurt but damn, it makes me shiver. My body contracts once and twice, and I know exactly what I'm feeling now: desire. The kind I feel occasionally when I try to touch myself alone and can't reach climax. The feeling I only have when I'm alone and confortable in my bed, trying to use my imagination even with the lack of real experience, but this is real, and it is infinitely better than what my mind could create.

"It was an accident, Jung..." I try to say, but my voice doesn't come out. The tip of his nose travels along a sensitive spot behind my ear, one I didn't even know existed, slowly moving down my jawline, discovering new paths. His hand tightens around my waist, keeping me in place, immobile.

"It may be that you didn't notice, Y/N, but I know you were watching me, even while I was undressing, even when you had every opportunity to stop." He argues with a smile, as someone who knows what they're doing and enjoys seeing the result. "And you know what's worse...? The worst thing is knowing the effect you have on me. From the first time I saw you in my house, with your innocent and curious eyes. I can't get you out of my damn head. Your mouth, your scent..."

"J-Jungkook... please." I beg, closing my eyes tightly. And I know what I want. I want him, since the first time I saw him. Since my eyes met his, I desired him so strongly that I couldn't think straight. He pulls away just a little, and I almost moan in a plea for him not to go. He sighs, pressing his forehead to mine.

"Can I kiss you, Y/N?" he asks in a very soft voice, and I nod because, despite all the things I believe in–God, hell, heaven and even my mother–nothing has ever been as adored as Jungkook. Since I met him, inexplicably, I only think about him, like a spell unable to contemplate of any other answer besides yes. I look at his eyes as they travel to my mouth, and I lower mine to his, exhilarated by that pink that only exists in him.

I move closer, my lips almost touching his, feeling the warmth of his breath. "Just kiss me, please." I murmur scared of what I'm doing; temptation clear in every word. And then he does.

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fluff .

smut .

↬𝐁𝐘 𝐀𝐔’𝐒.

artist au .

arranged marriage au .

assassin au .

baker au .

bartender au .

BDSM au .

best friend’s brother au .

best friends to lovers au .

best friend’s sister au .

boyfriend au .

camboy au .

camgirl au .

camp counselor au .

CEO au .

chef au .

childhood friends to lovers au .

club au .

college au .

coworker au .

crime au .

dad au .

doctor au .

dancer au .

detective au .

divorce au .

enemies to lovers au .

established relationship au .

exes to lovers au .

fantasy au .

farm au .

father au .

friends to benefits au .

friends to lovers au .

fuckboy au .

fuckgirl au .

forbidden au .

gamer au .

god au .

hitman au .

horror au .

husband au .

hybrid au .

idiots to lovers au .

idol au .

king au .

lawyer au .

mafia au .

magic au .

medical au .

musician au .

neighbours au .

noona au .

one night stand au .

photographer au .

pirates au .

professor au .

prince au .

rich au .

road trip au .

roommate au .

royalty au .

second chance au .

secret relationship au .

sex worker au .

single parent au .

social media au .

songwriter au .

soulmate au .

spy au .

superhero au .

supernatural au .

tattoo artist au .

teacher au .

unrequited love au .

vampire au .

werewolf au .

wife au .

↬𝐁𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒.

kim namjoon .

kim seokjin .

min yoongi .

jung hoseok .

park jimin .

kim taehyung .

jeon jungkook .

ot7 .

↬𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄.

drama .

hurt/comfort .

magic .

mutual pining .

mystery .

romance .

slow burn .

thriller .

age play .

crack .

Note : please let me know if any of the links are not working. Thankyou.

Note : since Tumblr only allows 100 links per page, so this list will be continued in another page, which is linked down below.

↬masterlist continued .

[sourjinss]

⁀➷ ‎‎YOU STAY ON MY MIND

➼ PROLOGUE ⋆ did you ever? ⋆ NEXT CHAPTER

➼  PARING ⋆ tattooartist!taehyung! + bartender!fem!reader

➼ PRÉCIS ⋆  after a rough patch in your relationship you and your boyfriend are finally on solid ground but that all goes to hell when his older brother, taehyung comes to visit.

➼ CAUTION! ⋆ cheating sexual themes verbal abuse toxic relations this is pure fiction does not relate to idol physical altercations fluffy and sweet (yay) angst (boo) slow burn?? side jungkoook story?

APPLE!! - i hope you like the prologue of this new series i'm doin its gonna start off slow so give me grace itll get better pinky promise. ill update every friday if you're interested lol, thanks for reading! <3 xoxo

➼ PLAY THIS ⋆ one more shot by CIL

THE DAY you found out your boyfriend was cheating on you was the day a little piece of your heart died.

it was busy night at the bar you worked at, some old woman complained every three fucking minutes about her shriley temple, a teenage boy trying to get alcohol at the ripe age of 17 called you a slut for not going through with the transaction.

you were exhausted and all you really wanted to is go home to your boyfriend; mingyu and him to tell you did good today, that you looked beautiful despite the sticky stain on your black top and the grease in your hair.  that’s all you wanted, truly. now that you thought about it your boyfriend never texted you back when you asked him about a late dinner.

opening white gate to your home you frown when you see another car in your drive-way. your small black cat could be seen in the window by the entrance starring directly at you, tail whipping behind her almost angrily. sighing you pulled out the keys you hated when mingyu had invited friends over and not informed you.

unlocking the door, you frowned even harder if that was possible when you didn’t find him on the couch where he usually resides to jump up and greet you with so much love. “mingyu?” you called as you set down your car keys and bag slipping out your shoes grunting gently as your tired feet plants on your hard wood floor.

 mingyu didn’t answer your call which had kind of irritate you because you knew he was up he was always up at this time, walking towards your bedroom as you closed in you began to hear noises, noises that sounded like his groans when he bedded you

that's when your heart started to pound in your chest and your breathing seemed to stop you knew what was happening behind that door you but wanted to believe otherwise.  

throwing the door open what was unfolding in front of you was worse than the absolute shitty day you had it was worse than first hangover you got the freshmen year of college, worse then the day you crashed your first car it frankly made you sick.

mingyu was huffing and groaning profusely, the sweat that glistened and shined off his inked back that you loved to observe when he exercised was then twisted into the worst image that your eyes ever lied on.   

the girl who you recognized to be one of his clients, the girl who you were told to not worry about when she requested for mingyu to tattoo her where its most sensitive. the blonde girl screamed when she snapped out of the trance that mingyu put her in and that seemed to make him snap out of it as well.

“yn!” he shouted eyes widening with shock

you stood there numb, see if you could cry at the moment, you would but instead you looked mingyu in the eye and opened your mouth to say fiercely “you got two and a half seconds to get out my motherfucking house mingyu”

he looked at you and winced as if the words you spoke hurt him which was rich to say the least. and he grabbed his pants and sprinted out the door glancing down at you briefly regret written all over his soft features.

the blonde girl who name you didn’t care to knowledge followed his suite bowing quietly

just as you heard the front door slam you walked to your bathroom and peeled the damp clothes off and a part of you wanted to sleep in his hoodie but you couldn’t do it tiredly you slid onto the tiled floor and that’s when you wept you were hurt, although your pride wouldn't let you showcase it to mingyu yet you were so deeply hurt.

sobbing on the cold floor you secretly wished that you wasn't there to witness the scene because mingyu had more of half of your heart in his very own chest he was the reason why the other half was still beating. 

 but right now, you felt dead and mingyu killed you without remorse took the very light he provided in your life, in your eyes and blew it out.

youu tried your best to be his person to be his sun but you weren’t enough. and as your heavy lids fell the last thing you thought to yourself was if he was ever satisfied with you. 

the next morning, you woke up with an aching pain in your chest, which was fitting but your whole body as well. “son of a bitch” you croaked pulling yourself up you felt like you weighed twice your size, looking in the mirror you looked like you’ve been hit by a truck.

suddenly your door slammed causing you to drop your toothbrush cautiously you stalked out your bedroom to see mingyu wearing the sweater you got him a few weeks ago hands stuffed in the pockets on the back of his pants “yn-”

he started as he came closer to you. crossing your arms and sniffling you held back tears a large lump settling in your throat.

“i just don’t really get it you know? i mean, i thought we were happy?” he looked at the ground his eyes welling up as he lowered himself to his knees

“ we are happy! i’m so fucking sorry baby I don't know what came over me” you wanted to forgive him, wiping your tears with the back of your hand you stepped over him and went into the kitchen, he followed closely gripping your wrist gently “what do i need to do for you to forgive me yn..please”

you didn't pull away from his touch but it didn’t feel comforting like it used to hiding your face you sighed shakily “i don’t know” you couldn’t even face him let alone for forgive him “i���ll do anything baby” finally you turn to face him and took his hand off of

“just give me time” you say quietly as you walk to your coffee machine behind your back mingyu smiles to himself feeling hopeful sitting down at the small dinner table you had bought together waiting on you to finish

and in your head, you know forgiving him is a lost cause, but you can’t image being without him for he is all you have.

-

[starcandybby]

fic recs: bts ii

disclaimer: some fics contain mature content, so minors DNI!!!!

jin

on the ropes @raplinesmoon a | s - wc: 18k

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jimin

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serendipity (series) @sopebubbles a | f

idol!au, pregnancy!au, smau and written

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taehyung

heart of the flame (series) @chateautae a | s | f

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exes to lovers!au

jungkook

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[tttt06]

Show Show Show

IdolNi-ki x BlackIdol

(I like this duo and might write more about them)

Synopsis~ You were a newly debuted group. You were a team of all-black members. You had a comeback and needed to do recordings for promotions. That involved doing promotions with Enhypen Ni-ki and Jake.

Warnings~ No condom, size kink, size training, I'm talking multiple rounds ya'll. She's not thin, she's SLIM THICK! Again, she has a tattoo (It's only mentioned once). Short reader. Problems with eating.

Word Count~ 12.5K

It took years of hard work. I started as a trainee at 17 and trained hard daily to get where I am today. 

We were under HYBE entertainment.

I was the lead dancer of my group, Blackout. When we first debuted, there were some controversies about it. They didn't like how we were all black and called us Blackout.

My team consisted of Angie, Leena, Gypsy, and me. I was the youngest, and Angie was the oldest. Gypsy was the leader, while Angie was the wild card.

Angie practically raised me, so we're pretty close. Leena is more of the quiet type, but we love her the same.

Leena was actually the lead vocalist in the group. 

It came with hardships. Some things were just unspeakable.

Since I was the dancer, I was used to being the most sexualized out of the members. Sure, I'm 18, but the members are protective of me. They still see me as a kid.

We debuted with a song called 'Plot Lines.' The song was intense for our debut. The concept was nothing like anyone else's.

It was like the mafia. Our manager explained, 'each comeback, a member is assigned to be the mafia. The fans have to figure out who it is.'

It was a fun concept. 

The fans got to interact with us, and it made livestreams fun. 

Fans would ask crazy questions to figure out who is the mafia. 

I was scrolling through Twitter as I spoke to Leena. "Unnie, do you know where my edge control brush went? I gave it to you to borrow." 

Leena pointed at the lunch table, "Check there." I got up from the couch and moved the packs of ramen out of the way. 

It's not like we could eat it anyway. The company put us on diets. When we were in HYBE dorms with the others, Woonhak from BND would stop by with chicken.

It was really sweet, and we naturally grew close. I thought we'd keep it a secret until Woonhak excitedly ran up to hug me at a music show. 

We're probably more shipped than Jennie and Taehyung. 

Our fans, twinkles, knew we were honest friends.

I grabbed my edge brush and smeared edge control over my edges. I looked in the mirror and brushed them into swirls. My makeup artist stared with worry.

I said in Korean, "I got it!" She let out a deep breath and walked to Gypsy. She was reading over the lines for the music core. 

We had to follow a script. I have a great memory, so I already remembered. 

I finished my edges, and Gypsy shouted, "Don't forget we have to do our dance challenge with Enhypen."

I've met Jake, Jay, and Heesung. The other members were foreign to me.

Granted, at the time, I barely spoke Korean.

Gypsy and Angie are Korean-American. Leena and I were only black. Leena was obsessed with learning languages. She took Korean classes before she became a trainee.

I was the only one going in dry. But now, I'm comfortable speaking Korean.

Angie asked, "With all of them?" Leena rolled her eyes, "Yeah, the entire group is doing it together." Angie raised her hands because she was ready to fight.

I laughed, "No fighting, Unnies!" I looked over at Gypsy and asked, "Gyp? Who specifically are we doing it with?" 

She thought, "I remember Jake... I think Ni-ki."

I nodded while looking back at my phone. Our manager walked in. He was such a girl dad. Mr. Lee was my favorite person in the whole world. 

As he opened the door, he had his hand over his eyes and asked, "Do we have clothes on?" Leena laughed, "We're fine, Mr. Lee."

He opened his eyes and looked at us. "Aw! You girls look so pretty!" I smiled sweetly. Mr. Lee pulled my cheek. "Mmkay. Let me give you a rundown. This is your first time being here. You're going to do great! Remember the lines... Angie," He looked at Angie because she always forgets the lyrics, "And don't get nervous. Make memes, not mistakes." 

He patted Gypsy's head, "Don't stress, okay? I know you're the leader, but you can relax, too."

Gypsy closed her eyes and let out a deep breath. "Okay, oppa."

He looked at his watch, "Okay, you're on in three. Let's get moving."

We filed out in a line. I nervously held onto Leena's hand. She swung our hands between us. The three hosts stood tall as they reviewed their cards. Dohoon excitedly waved, and I waved back.

I looked at the crowd to see our black light sticks waving midair. My smile spread as I waved at the couple of fans in the crowd. 

Our light was different because the light only turned purple. It was a black light. 

Purple and Black were the group colors. 

Again, we got into another controversy when I used a purple heart. Fans thought I was copying BTS, so we had to use the black hearts.

"Show, Show, Show! Today, we're visited by a popular girl group, Blackout," An-a said. Gyuvin asked, "Is it because they make you black out when you hear their amazing songs?" Dohoon laughed, "That's crazy."

I smiled at Dohoon and quickly stopped myself. I don't want any dating rumors on my hands.

I swayed myself for comfort as I waited for our lines. The interview was a blur. All I remember was Gyuvin almost busting his ass to do a cartwheel and Leena falling over laughing.

It was time for the performance, though. I was always scared before every show, and Leena ritually held my hand tightly before going on stage. We did our team cheer and filed onto the stage.

The music started, and muscle memory locked in.

The facial expressions were on as the mysterious bass played to our dance number.

The song was sexier than usual, and as I danced sensually with my girls, the kick came in.

My body popped to the rhythm. Energy coursed through me as the crowd cheered. My verse came up, and I recited the quicker lyrics. 

The crowd was quiet, but that was normal in Korea. Twinkles waved their lightsticks aggressively. 

I smiled, "In a minute, we ain't have a good time in a minute." I danced to the guitar strum, and the ending fairy pointed towards me. The song is short, so I wasn't out of breath.

I waved to the camera and stuck up a thumb.

I was the maknae that never acted cute. Sure, I had an adorable side, like my dimples and height. Everyone thought I was charming when I rocked my afro in the MV, but for the most part, I was more on the sexier side.

We made our way off stage and ran for our rooms. Angie cheered, "We ripped the stage!" I laughed and touched up my makeup. 

Gypsy came in from the bathroom. She had her iPad as she looked through Mr. Lee's calendar. "We gotta go now. The guys are waiting."

I looked at everyone, "Who wants to go?" Gypsy said, "You and me? You're the main dancer. You have to come." Angie offered, "I could go." Gypsy nodded, "Good, I'll watch from the sidelines and make sure you're all good."

Angie followed the two of us to the boys. 

I stood next to Jake, and he was taller than me.

When I looked at Ni-ki, My eyes widened. He was a mountain of a man.

He was only a year older, and he's tall as fuck.

I bowed frantically, "Hello!" Ni-ki bowed respectfully. 

Our outfits from the stage were still on. We wore short skirts, fish nets, a crop top, thigh straps, and tall boots. The nine yards.

Gypsy was quick to run over and pulled my skirt down.

I pulled my skirt as I felt suddenly uncomfortable. Jake calmly stated, "We can do as many recordings as you want. I tried to learn the dance, but it looked a little complicated. Could you teach us?"

I looked at Gypsy as she adjusted my hair and skirt. She was my protector. 

Jake smiled while looking at Gypsy. I could tell he found an interest in her intensity. 

Gypsy could be intense and scary, but she was actually the softest person I knew. She cares about people hard. 

I've heard things about Jake, and don't get me wrong. I love Jake as a friend but as a lover...

He'd need to stay far away from Gypsy. He'd end up with a keyed car, and I wouldn't be the one keying it.

I stood in front of Jake and Ni-ki and danced. "You're gonna start going over, under. Then, ta-ta-ta... make sure your feet are far apart when you go here..." I explained. 

Ni-ki picked up on it quickly. 

I smiled as he danced in his own world. Jake was stumbling over a specific part. On instinct, I grabbed his arm and moved it to the right place. I kicked his legs apart and said, "Do it again." 

Angie laughed, "Uh oh. Dance leader Y/N is coming out."

I smiled sheepishly, "Sorry." Jake laughed, "Don't be. It's cute." He patted my head like he was my older brother. Ni-ki's eyes looked between us, and a gleam of judgment flashed in his eyes.

I pulled his hand off me playfully.

Angie stood in position, and Gypsy pulled out her phone. She played the song for us to practice one more time.

When she finally started recording, I danced to the song. Muscle memory was ingrained in my body.

My body took over as I smoothly took the rhythm. The song ended, and I watched the recording. 

I sighed, "Jake-uh. You need to put more energy into the song." He smiled at my nagging, and then I turned to Ni-ki. "You were perfect."

I gave him a thumbs up. At the start of the video, Ni-ki did something wrong, but I didn't know him like I knew Jake. I didn't want to hurt Ni-ki's feelings.

Jake groaned as we recorded five times. Each time, I found something wrong with the dance.

I huffed, "Jake, Bend your knees lower."

Angie was panting, "Jake, please! I'm exhausted." Ni-ki laughed, not even phased. 

We recorded one last time, and he finally got it right. 

I smiled as Gypsy stared down Jake. She was analyzing him before going back to the table. I took notice of the small peek he did back.

Jake has a crush on Gyp, but Gypsy probably doesn't like him.

I smiled, "That's fine. We'll give it to oppa."

Gypsy moved her curly bangs out her face and nodded, "Yeah." I looked at Angie to see someone was across the room looking.

I squinted my eyes. Hoshi from SEVENTEEN walked over. His smile was full of fondness. He must've been here for a BSS comeback. "Hi!" I bowed. Instead, Hoshi brought me in for a hug.

I hugged him back excitedly, "Y/N! How nice to see you! And, Ni-ki!" He pulled him in for a hug. He hugged Jake as well.

Hoshi pulled away, and that hamster smile spread. He shook his head before hugging me again. "How's everything?" I nodded, "Well, we're gonna see tonight." I was eluding toward the competition. 

Hoshi quirked his eyebrow, "You're still a competitive little fart." I laughed, "How else could I have debuted."

Hoshi looked behind me to see Angie. He hugged her and confessed, "I didn't see you because you're so tiny."

Angie slapped his back harshly, and he let out a cough. "I'm here for my soda." He walked to the vending machine and asked, "You guys want something? On me." 

I shook my head, "Diet." Hoshi's breath hitched. "I don't like that dieting stuff. Remember when I found you passed out in the HYBE elevator?" 

I shrunk from embarrassment, "That was..." Hoshi waited for a response, but when I didn't give him one, he paid for the small sandwich and passed it to me. 

The turkey looked so delicious. My mouth began to water. 

Angie and Gypsy were talking in the corner, and Jake had left. Right now, it was only Ni-ki, me, and Hoshi. 

"You two need to take care of yourselves." He patted our heads, "Call me if you need me."

He walked away, and I turned to Ni-ki. "When did you meet Hyung?" I said, "He found me in the elevator." 

Ni-ki had this unreadable expression. He bluntly asked, "You gotta crush on Jake or something?" I let out a laugh of disbelief. 

"Yeah, over my dead body. Jake is too old for me." Ni-ki quirked an eyebrow, "How old are you? 15?" I rolled my eyes, "I'm 18!" 

Ni-ki laughed, "Couldn't tell because you're so short."

My eye twitched. "I don't like you." Ni-ki smiled, "Okay? And? Anyways, you're a great dancer. I'd love to dance with you for a show someday." 

I tilted my head, "Want my number?" 

His eyes looked over my cute face. The makeup was doing wonders for me. 

"Yeah. Let me know."

I recited my number. Ni-ki clicked my number and texted me. My phone dinged, and I smiled. "Okay, Bye. I have an award to win."

The idols of that day all stood in the lobby. The two songs combating each other were our song, 'Plot Lines' and BSS's newest song, '청바지.' I waited patiently. I was expecting BSS to win. Their song is so cunty.

But, to our surprise, the confetti popped, and our song won. Angie screamed and jumped on Gypsy. Leena held my hand tightly and bowed to BSS.

Hoshi walked over and patted my head. "You suck!" I teased, and Hoshi laughed. "You little shit." I giggled as I bowed to our fans.

Leena sang in the mic. I playfully danced, and to my surprise, Hoshi joined. He started dancing to the sexy parts, and I started laughing harshly.

We finally walked off stage, and I ran to the crowd. I waved at the small amount of twinkles there. "Thank you for coming!" I excitedly jumped and waved at them.

Gypsy grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and pulled me away. I smiled sheepishly. 

We made our way back to the changing room. Someone knocked on the door. Eunchae from Lessarfim walked in.

She needed to talk to Gypsy about going on her talk show.

When we did promotions, it was usually Angie and I. Leena would get shy, and Gypsy was the leader and wanted to give us more camera time.

Usually, if Leena goes, we all go with her to support her.

Gypsy started the conversation with Eunchae, and I walked out to mingle.

I have a lot of confidence. Twinkles find me adorable. I know I'm pretty and sexy. I dance well, and I have a good personality.

I'm not full of myself. I worked hard, and I know what I'm capable of.

I breezed past the staff and pulled my phone from my pocket. 

.

.

.

Hyung

We're gonna post the dance tomorrow

Hyung

Won't lie, the way Ni-ki looks at you when your dancing might start a dating rumor

Hyung

I wouldn't reccomend making it known you talk to Enhypen in general.

You

Ah, he was making sure I was dancing right...

You

He PMO more than anything🙄

Hyung

Okay, as big bro... I hate him back, as your manager I want you to be careful so you don't get shipped and more sexualized

Hyung

After the deepfake incident it's hard to bring image back to the innocent maknae we were shooting for

You

I know oppa. I've been trying to be like that on camera... I'm tired of it too.

Hyung

Don't worry. I'm not scolding you. Just be careful. Be back at the cars by 4:30 pm we have a schedule.

You

kk!

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I started walking and bumped into someone. "Oof!" I looked up, and it was Woonhak. "Oh! Y/N!" I hugged him tightly, and he said, "Your performance was amazing!" 

I cheered, "So was yours! The only reason you didn't win this time was because you won last time."

We started walking off. "You ate anything?" I rolled my eyes, "You gotta stop trying to take care of me." Woonhak smiled, "I'm like your older brother." I huffed, "We're both 06 liners, and I'm older by two months."

Woonhak opened the door for me as we walked into the snack area. I walked in, and Woonhak said, "Ou! There's ramen." I murmured, "All you eat is ramen." He ran to pay for some.

Woonhak grabbed three. "Jesus." Woonhak squinted at me. I found a seat and waited for him to cook all three packs of ramen. 

When he came back, he slid me a bowl. I looked down, "All three weren't for me," Woonhak commented.

I smiled, "I'll pay you back." "Y/N... it was 50 won." I laughed lightly and slurped.

It felt good to eat. I felt like I was starting to lose my curves. Everyone loved them. I had a big ass, boobs, and nice curvature... but I was losing fat rapidly when I debuted.

Fans were noticing. Mr. Lee was trying to sneak us food without getting fired by the company.

He is a good manager.

Once, he was made to go through our phones to check we weren't dating, but instead, he just changed his contact name on all our phones.

That's why his name is Hyung instead of Oppa. 

Woonhak scrolled through his phone before looking at me. He said sternly, "Eat. Your food is gonna get cold."

I sighed and ate the rest of my ramen. Someone loud came in, and I turned to see Jaehyun and Sungho coming in. "I finished. Your members are here, and I gotta go by 4:30. It's 4:00." 

Woonhak smiled, "Okay. When are we gonna do our dance together?" I thought, "I have practice tomorrow night. Just come after."

Woonhak smiled, "Okay."

I was in the practice room. The girls left to get some snacks, but as the lead dancer, I had to ensure I was doing it right.

An hour passed of me going over the same thing until a knock echoed through the room.

I paused the music and walked to the door. I peeked it open, expecting Woonhak, but instead, it was Ni-ki.

"What are you doing here?" 

Ni-ki had a cunning smile spreading across his face. I quirked an eyebrow as he pushed through, "Is this the next debut you're preparing for?" 

I sighed, "Yeah, it's called Light's Out." Ni-ki turned to me, "Do you rap or sing in the group?" 

I didn't answer. I walked over to my phone, ignoring Ni-ki.

Ni-ki walked closely behind me, "Let me see what you got at the least?"

I rolled my eyes and started playing the song. 

I danced like I was before. Ni-ki just stared with this look of satisfaction. His eyebrows furrowed, his nose scrunched, and his mouth was open.

When the song ended, I let out a sigh. "Judging by the song, you sing and rap?" 

I shook my head and sat next to him. "It's embarrassing... I'm the ace."

Ni-ki folded his arms. "Really? Rap, sing, dance." I added, "I write the lyrics, choreograph, and sometimes produce."

He laughed, "You serious?" I nodded, "They call me the female Han Jisung."

Ni-ki went silent. He stared at me, "You're pretty talented." I smiled, "Now you know why I'm so full of myself."

Ni-ki laughed, "I wouldn't say that. More of the confident type. I want to see what you're not satisfied with. I think the high self-esteem is your charm."

I nodded, "I'm just sure in what I do." Ni-ki laughed, "Why aren't you the leader?"

I rolled my eyes, "I can be wrong sometimes."

Ni-ki scooted a little closer, "Really?" His voice went down to a whisper, "I want to see that." 

I pushed him away, "You're weird."

He stared at me intensely for a moment. I heard someone scream my name, "Y/N-ah!"

Woonhak busted through the door and froze. "What the hell..." I looked at Ni-ki, then our proximity, then at Woonhak.

I pouted, "He's a weirdo!" Woonhak leaped over to fight Ni-ki. "Hey! I'm just a guy!" Woonhak pointed at him in anger. "You stay away from my best friend."

I laughed, "Hey. What if we all do each other dance challenges together?" 

Woonhak and Ni-ki turned to me. "I like that idea."

It wasn't long before we were recording silly videos for our TikTok pages. "How are we gonna get our manager to post this?" Woonhak's eyes widened, "I'll ask mine!" Ni-ki carefully watched Woonhak and turned to me, "Anyways, I have to record. I'll text you later, Y/N."

He waved, and Woonhak looked at me with that puppy smile, "He's really strange."

I laughed, "He is. Hey, I need your help with something."

He raised an eyebrow and started to stand up with me, "Yeah? What's up?" I held his hands, and we began to spin, "I need you to help me get this move down. I'm doing something wrong. I want to be sure I'm doing it perfectly for my twinkles."

Woonhak stopped and pulled me in for a hug, "I will."

After a long day of practice, I sat in my dorm room. The girls were singing their hearts out to karaoke while I lay in bed.

A part of me was waiting for Ni-ki to text me. I was curious about him. 

Angie stormed into my room, "Aye! Come out of your room! We're partying!"

I smiled, "I'm tired. I'll come out next time." Angie sat on the bed, "Hey? You feeling okay?" I furrowed my eyebrows, "Yeah."

I wasn't feeling well. I had these cold shivers, and my head was hurting. I was used to this feeling, though. It's what happens when you don't eat.

Angie's hand settled on my forehead, "You feel sick." I shook my head, "We have a show tomorrow. I don't have time to be sick."

Angie called in the girls, "Gyp! Nana! Come here!" The girls excitedly ran into the room, and their smiles faded. "What's wrong?" 

I sat up, "Nothing, Leena is harassing me."

Gypsy scanned me, "You need to eat. You look sick." I shook my head, "I can't. The fans-"

Leena said, "Those aren't fans!" Everyone turned to Leena in shock. 

Leena wasn't the type of girl to yell. She always held back. Hearing her get frustrated was devastating.

"Noona..." Leena turned to Gypsy, "She's killing herself. Call oppa and tell him Y/N isn't performing tomorrow. She'll pass out." 

Gypsy stood up, "I will. Y/N, you gotta stay home and rest up. You're gonna have to go on a hiatus."

The words sunk deep. "A hiatus- That's too far."

Gypsy shook her head sternly, "I'm serious. You have to listen to your Noona! I'm two years older. 20, you're 18. You have to listen."

I shrunk, "Whose gonna teach you the choreo." Angie sheepishly smiled. She rubbed her thumb on my thigh, "Rest. I'll tell oppa to sneak in some food."

They walked out, and I sat in my room dumbfounded. 

They can't just do that, can they?

Suddenly, a text came in.

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Unknown Number

It's Ni-ki

Unknown Number

(sent youtube short)

That's us lol

Ni-ki Minaj

Have you seen the comments???

Ni-ki Minaj

PFFTT they're calling us a love triangle

You

Lol that's really funny.

Ni-ki Minaj

I can't tell if your normally a dry texter or if something is wrong

You

My girls just told me there putting me on hiatus🧍🏾‍♀️

Ni-ki Minaj

??? What happened in the span of 5 hours?💀

You

I hadn't eaten and I felt a little sick

You

Now the girls are calling my manager to snitch

Ni-ki Minaj

Why aren't you eating???

Ni-ki Minaj

You need to eat so much more... It's not good for you

You

I know but my fans

You

They bullied me for my curves and my personality then i got sexualized and the deepfakes and the plastic surgery allegations and I can't take it anymore.

You

I'm trying my best to be perfect you know??? Everyone has a problem with anything I do

Ni-ki Minaj

You'd be surprised how much I get that.

Ni-ki Minaj

I debuted at 14 and grown women used to say weird shit about me too so don't think you're alone in this

Ni-ki Minaj

I got bullied for a lot of things and I had to grow up quickly.

You

That's why you try to act all mysterious?

Ni-ki Minaj

I wouldn't say that I just had to chill out and mature

You

That's what I mean though. We're still teenagers why do we have to grow up so fast...

Ni-ki Minaj

Our job requires us to.

Ni-ki Minaj

You should rest up though.

You

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Mr. Lee knocked on my door, "I brought some rice and chicken." I groaned, "Come in."

Mr. Lee smiled as he handed me the takeout bag. "Kiddo... I don't want you to-"

I stopped him, "Oppa. It's fine. I'm okay."

Mr. Lee sighed, "You know Gypsy put me up to this. She is a scary girl. I'm almost half her age."

I laughed as I opened the container of rice. I took my spoon to the fresh, steamy rice.

"You okay, though? Genuinely. I don't want you to think about those comments."

I froze.

"I'm not."

He lifted my wrist, "You are. You're so thin now. I want you to be healthy."

I bit my lip and looked away, "I know." Mr. Lee's bottom lip quivered, "Your parents told me that your life was in my hands now. I don't want you to get hurt or pass out. I need you to stay healthy. I don't want you to lose your spark."

He hugged me, and I let out an annoyed huff as he began to cry. I rubbed his back because, somehow, I ended up comforting him. 

However, It meant a lot that he was this concerned for me.

When he pulled away, his nose had snot running down. I grabbed a takeout napkin, "God, Mr. Lee." I put it to his nose and said, "Blow." He blew out his nose, and I collected his nasty snot.

He hugged me one last time. He said in my neck, "Call me if you need me." He walked out, and I couldn't help but laugh out of disbelief. He's so dramatic.

The statement was put out that night, and the next day, I had the entire house to myself. My locs were in a ponytail, and I wore my bear slipper and a one-piece pink bodycon pajama set.

I looked sexy. I checked myself out in the mirror and smiled. "Let me clean up the house a little."

I turned on my speaker and started blasting StrayKids. I was actually a predebut stan. Now that they are technically my co-workers, I feel embarrassed about it.

I picked up the dirty socks and cups and cleaned the dishes in the sink. It had been about an hour of hard work before I heard a knock on my door. 

I stepped to the door and looked through the peephole. 

I opened the door quickly, "What the-" Ni-ki walked in with a bag of takeout, "I brought you dinner since you apparently don't eat."

He looked me up and down. Staring at my plush thighs and big breasts. 

He saw the tattoo on my chest. "You have a tattoo?" I nodded, "I got it when I was 16. My mom let me."

He pulled the fabric back with his long, slim fingers. His cold hand brushed against my collarbone, and I flinched away. "Sorry for the cold hands. I walked here."

I quirked an eyebrow, "How far do you live?" He smiled, "We live in the same apartment complex."

I tilted my head, and his eyes flicked back to the tattoo, "It's cute." It was a small Ponyo fish under my collarbone.

"Why?" I looked away, "My dad used to watch it with me." My eyes followed his.

He was concerned, "He died?" I nodded, "Yeah. It was a long time ago, though." Ni-ki invited himself to the couch and opened up the bag of food. 

I sat next to him as he carefully portioned the meal. His portion was small but more weighty than mine.

"You should eat a lot more." Ni-ki side-eyed me, "I eat how I want." I laughed and reached for the plastic fork.

"Do you not know how to eat with chopsticks?" I looked at the wooden chopsticks and said, "No." He shoved a sushi in my mouth and sighed, "Eat." I chewed the sushi carefully, inspecting the flavor. 

The burst of flavor from the seasoned crab danced on my tastebuds. "MM!" He smiled, "The guys hate when I get this sushi. I'm glad you like it." 

I quirked an eyebrow, "Why? It tastes so good." My mouth was still full. He laughed, "Chew your food first."

I watched as he put the chopsticks to his mouth, and the realization set in. 

I touched my lips while I thought.

He just put those in my mouth.

He chewed like nothing was wrong and continued, "I guess the seasoning is too much." I said bluntly, "They don't know how to season food well."

NI-ki laughed, "Definitely not."

I smiled while looking at him eat. I ate three and started to feel stuffed.

"You want my last one?" I stuck my fork in the sushi roll and pointed at his face to grab.

He unexpectedly watched me as he wrapped his lips over my fork.

He chewed the food, still staring at me. 

Again? Should I kiss him?

I tilted my head and leaned in. Ni-ki raised his hand to take the sesame seed from my cheek. His thumb ran across my cheek sweetly.

He swallowed his food, and I leaned in closer. My lips softly pressed into his.

I pulled back suddenly. I felt nervous. Ni-ki was quick to smile, "Am I making you nervous?" My body tensed, "No!"

Ni-ki laughed. His eyes looked full of warmth. I smiled at him as he leaned in.

His lips were firm as he kissed mine. He held his body with one hand as he leaned us back. 

His hand gently slid behind my head as I fell backward on the couch. His knee went between my legs as his kiss deepened.

His tongue slipped into my mouth as I gasped. He pulled back, "You good?" I nodded, "Mhm, I just... I didn't expect-" 

I cut myself off as I got lost in his eyes. He searched for an answer. "How often do you kiss guys, Y/N?" 

I shyly smiled, "Haven't for a year." He asked carefully, "And sex?" 

"Never."

Ni-ki blinked. "Really? That's unexpected. I thought..." I rolled my eyes, "That I was a hoe? I only know how to move my body sexily."

He looked over my face, and he started getting from on top of me. I pulled his collar, "Wait." He froze, "What do you mean wait?" 

"Walk me through it?" Ni-ki looked at my hand on my collar and kissed it. "You sure? We can stop." I shook my head, "No... I want to."

He smiled, "Alright, c'mon." He picked me up, threw me over his shoulder, and asked, "Which room?" 

I giggled, "It's the last one."

He opened the door and gently placed me on the bed to tower over me again, "Where are your members?" I smiled and said, "Too busy. They don't come back until midnight." 

His hand roamed to my hip, "We're gonna have a lot to talk about after this."

My hand stopped at his chest, "What does that mean? You don't wanna date?" 

His smirk took his face, "I do. That's what we have to talk about." "Well, we just talked about it then."

The grin on my face made his eyes melt. His face softened, "Yeah, but we're gonna have to hide some things."

His hair flowed over my face, tickling my nose. I scrunched it, and he kissed me.

"You're cute when you wanna be. You know that?"

I rolled my eyes, "Shut up and kiss me." He obliged quickly, leaning in.

Our kisses clicked. My lips parted, and Ni-ki slipped his tongue between them. My hand traveled to his hair. I messed it up as I wrapped my legs around his waist to pull him in closer.

Ni-ki's dick bumped into my pelvic bone. He groaned in my mouth. He bit my bottom lip, and he pulled away. "Protection?"

I shook my head, "Check Angie's room." He was quick to run off without asking which room it was.

I heard him rummage through everyone's drawers before running back. "I found some."

I looked at the two packs of condoms, "You need two?" He shrugged, "You never know." I saw the silver words flash under the light.

"Extra large?" He bit his bottom lip as he stared at me, "I won't go too deep. I'll ensure to get you warmed up enough to handle it."

I blinked at him in shock, "Okay." He leaned back down to kiss me quickly before taking his shirt off. 

I let out a gasp before closing my eyes. "Hey?" His tone suddenly softened, "I'm gonna take care of you. I don't care if I'm two inches deep in you. You can always tell me when to stop."

I took a deep breath. Ni-ki kissed me again, and my eyes fluttered closed.

His kisses trailed to my neck. His lips pressed against my skin delicately until I let out a gasp.

He sucked on my neck as I squirmed under his grasp. With one hand, Ni-ki held me down onto the mattress.

My body seeped with its weight into the delicate fabric. Ni-ki kissed down my chest as he asked, "Can you take this off?" I complied in an instant.

I wanted this... but I was also nervous.

Ni-ki watched me unbutton my pajamas, and he trailed to my breast. He unclipped my bra but kept them covering my boobs.

He kissed me deeply again. His hand cupped my face with affection.

His hands were warm now. 

He groped my boob, and I whined in his mouth. He pulled away to check on me. He wanted to make sure I was enjoying it, I'm guessing.

He leaned back in once he saw my face. My eyes were squeezed shut, so I didn't know what that meant to him.

His finger rolled my nipple between the pads of his fingers. I gasped at the sensation, and my hips started moving on its own. 

His knee moved to my middle, and I had a quick release. "Mm~"

Ni-ki smiled, "You liked that?"

He pulled his pants off quickly and pulled the sheets over us. "You're gonna get cold."

He started to kiss down my stomach as he made his way to the last button.

"I'm ready." He looked up at me. His eyes were filled with lust and hunger but also carefulness.

His fingers hooked to the end of the one piece, and he gently slid them down. 

My cow print panties were in his blurry view. "You're so adorable, even down to your underwear."

I bit my lip as he hooked his fingers under my panties and slid them down. 

I felt my sticky, slick, unstick from the fabric.

"Fuck, you're so wet, baby."

I whimpered as I felt the air of his breath brush against my clit. "Please..."

"Please, what, baby? Use your big girl words."

I whined, "Please touch me."

His thumb rubbed my bud gently. My legs shook from that simple touch. I was feeling electric. My pussy was buzzing with anticipation from him.

I needed him to fill me up.

His finger slipped into my hole, and I gasped. "You're so tight."

His eyes locked with mine as he sunk his fingers deeper.

I held back a moan as he pulled out and pushed back in.

I was wrapping myself around him again.

His long pale fingers were gathering cum at the knuckle. I felt like I was about to burst. 

I released all over his fingers, quickly exhausted. "Ni-ki..." He tilted his head, "What's up?"

"That felt good." He kissed my forehead endearingly, "I'm glad."

He pulled both my thighs closer to his head as his mouth connected to my clit. I moaned as I felt his wet tongue flick my bud.

He sucked on my entrance, licking for the last of my cum.

I was a moaning mess as I felt another orgasm starting to wash over me.

"Nobody else ever made you feel like this, huh?"

I shook my head as his mouth reconnected with my clit.

My nails dug into his scalp as I gripped his hair.

My thighs rested on his shoulders as I squeezed around his neck. My body started to twitch as the build-up came back.

"Oh~ That feels good."

I felt my pussy flutter around his pale fingers, "Don't hold back on me."

The tight feeling in my stomach started to release as I came. My grip tightened, and my back arched from the sensation. 

"Haa~" I moaned out. Ni-ki just sat and watched as I released my sticky mess over his fingers.

Ni-ki pulled his fingers out and watched my cum leak out behind him. His eyes darkened as he watched it slide down my folds. 

When his eyes flickered to mine, they were dark with hunger.

"You ready?" My eyes widened, "Yeah."

He kissed me deeply as he towered over me. "Are you sure?" My eyes traced the lines of his sharp features. My lips caught in my teeth as I nodded silently.

Ni-ki pulled down his underwear, and his long thick dick slapped against his stomach. "I'm so hard right now, Y/N."

I whimpered just from the sight of his width. His cream topped his tip like a sundae.

I watched as he rubbed himself. A hiss left his mouth as his head dove back. "Fuck! Y/N, please." I blinked, "Ni-ki... I want you inside me."

He leaned over and rubbed his girthy length against my clit. I whined, "Please, Ni-ki." 

My slick was coating the bottom of his dick. My breath hitched when I saw his dick go past my belly button. 

"Are you gonna put the whole thing in me?"

Ni-ki smiled, "We'll work on that. But not today." He cupped my cheek and caressed it gently. He looked down at his dick and started angling it. 

He pushed through my folds, filling me up. The pain was heavy, but then it turned to pleasure quickly. I moaned desperately. "Ah!~"

Ni-ki was looking me over with concern. My legs started shaking from pleasure. 

He hadn't even moved yet, and I was already cumming around him. 

Ni-ki watched as my cum leaked between us. Ni-ki squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to keep himself restricted. "You came?" I nodded innocently. "Mm~" 

I didn't mean for it to come out as a moan, but Ni-ki just laughed. He kissed my neck and asked, "Can I move now?" I nodded as I carefully wrapped my legs around his waist. His hands traced to my thigh and hips. 

He slowly pulled out to push back into me. My eyes fluttered closed from the pleasure of him hitting my spot.

He groaned in pleasure. I whined, "More." He moved a little faster. It was still painfully slow.

My hands traced his back as my nails dug in. Ni-ki groaned again. He was trying so hard to hold back for me.

"Faster!" Ni-ki finally snapped his hips into me. I yelped in response. He pulled away from my neck. He stared at me as his fast pace made me lose myself.

My boobs jiggled to his pace, and he reached for them to fondle. I bit my lip, "Nng~" 

I gasped as he got rough. "Fuck! Ni-ki! Yes!" He babbled back, "You're so sexy, baby. So tight for me."

I felt the knot starting to form in my stomach again. Ni-ki was filling me up with his thick cock until I shook uncontrollably.

"I'm gonna cum." Ni-ki was getting sloppier as I moaned out from my release. Ni-ki pulled out quickly cumming all over me and his stomach. 

"I forgot to put the condom on."

His jaw was still tight, and his muscles were tense. My heart was racing, and I felt hot. 

I was still catching my breath as Ni-ki lied down next to me. He stared at the ceiling, silently catching his breath.

When I finally caught my breath, I put my head on his chest and slid my hand across his bare waist. "You did a good job Y/N." 

I deep breathed, "We have to be together now, you know that, right?" He slightly lifted his head, "I know. Don't worry."

He kissed my head, and I closed my eyes to sleep.

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DEEP | HAND BOOK

Deep | M.YG ✧ Pairing: Min Yoongi x reader ✧ warning(s): explicit language, oral sex[female/male receiving], unprotected sex(USE PROTECTION),spanking ✧ genre: angst,fluff,smut,fake dating au,contract ✧ synopsis; you're in love with your childhood friend but he does not see you more than just a friend. One day you ask him to be more than just friends, he agrees. a/n: comment to be in permanent taglist of main story

Min Yoongi

Birthday: March 9th 1993 Age: 23 Occupation/lives: full time student, lives next door to Y/n hobbies: writing, sleeping, hooking up, watching over y/n, hanging out with y/n, hanging out with his friends. talents: piano prodigy, poetry, guitar, wood working, basketball (ask y/n) passion/dream: music, become a producer. favorite foods: anything y/n cooks, his mothers/y/n's mother cooking favorite color: white spirit animal: a black cat major: Business management, minor: music technology best friends(who he considers): Jin, Namjoon, and hoseok friend group: Jin, Namjoon, hoseok, jimin, taehyung, jungkook, y/n, etc relationship status: single Y/n (fake dating), fuck buddies with y/n first love: y/n (she doesn't know) Things he's come to like cause of y/n: kissing, he's addicted to the taste of her lips even if the kiss leads to nothing more than just a make out session he is satisfied with just kissing, tongues sliding together as you both messily suck, exchanging breaths. it's heaven on earth for him. (will be updated) background: Min yoongi is a only child, his father is a successful entrepreneur with a 1.6 million dollar company. His mother is a retired teacher. He has a business management degree due to being the heir to his fathers company, chose to get a minor in music technology because of his passion in music.

Y/N

birthday: March 11th 1993 Age: 23 occupation/lives: full-time student, lives next to yoongi hobbies: reading, writing, hanging out with yoongi,(window) shopping, karaoke with jihye, baking, cooking, swimming. talents: baking, cooking, calligraphy. passion/dream: books, her dream is to open a cafe which is also a book store. favorite foods: yoongi's cooking, peaches favorite color: blue sprit animal: butterfly (specifically the emperor butterfly) major: business management, minor in writing best friends: Yoongi, Jihye, junho friend group: jihye, abby, serena, iseul, hana,nari relationship status: momentarily taken, fuck buddies with yoongi first love: yoongi (he suspects) background: y/n, only child. Her parents are both writers who publish children and university course books. y/n's mother met her husband through her best friend who was looking for a fellow writer to proof-read a project he was working on. y/n chose business management as her major due to wanting to open a cafe that is also a book store in the future. she has a minor in writing since she was stuck in between both degrees until yoongi convinced her to just take writing as a minor instead of giving it up.

Jeon Jungkook

Birthday: September 1st 1997 age: 20 occupation/lives: full-time student, has his own apartment hobbies: drawing/painting, guitar, boxing, taekwondo, gaming, photography, video editing, swimming, tattoo artist talents: boxing, painting/drawing, he drew every tattoo thats on his body passion/dream: - major: fine arts in film and photography best friends: Taehyung and jimin friend group: Jin, namjoon, hoseok, yoongi, jimin, taehyung, eunwoo relationship status: single first love: - background: - (will be updated in future)

Friends Kim namjoon(22)/major: music technology, minor in writing Kim seokjin(24)/graduated: film and visual arts, occupation: acting Jung hoseok(22)/major: fine arts (specialied in dance) Park jimin(21)/major: fine arts (specialized in dance) Kim taehyung(21)/ major: film and visual arts, minor in photography

RULES

1. Once we start this relationship, only I'm (yoongi) allowed to stop it. 

2. We aren't allowed to see anyone else

3. we will always use condoms, we will only have raw sex once 

4. finish inside, only once

5. we will have sex twice a week, and if both parties are up for it then the weekend as well

6. the moment I (yoongi) call this off, we will never talk again 

7. We will never have drunk sex, if yoongi can help it

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3D: JJK💋 Part 3

A/N: Jungkook is in a closed triad with Janelle, the bubbly brown skinned bookworm with alluring eyes and luscious hips, and Katya , the semi alt bartending vixen with copper toned curls and a silver tongue.

Tags: Jungkook AMBW fic with original characters. Sex, raw and protected. Masturbation. Oral (female and male receiving) Threesome. PMS pampering .Some girl on girl, fluff and mild plot because theyre lovers after all 😌

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After stewing in the tub until the water was cold and her fingers were wrinkled, Janelle emerged from the bathroom on heavy feet and trudged to her room wrapped in a big fluffy towel.

Times like this, she was grateful to have her room and the privacy to PMS in peace. To sleep naked and air dry without any disturbances.

It wasn't much, four walls packed from corner to corner with most of her belongings. A lot of which Jungkook begrudgingly helped her bring up the stairs to their 5-floor unit when the elevator was too crowded.

Since Kat joined them, upgrading from their one-bedroom to a three-bedroom didn't seem like the best option economically at first thought.

Jungkook was a freelance tattoo artist, occasionally working security with Taehyung to make ends meet.

Janelle was a student between majors, part-time in a department store when she wasn't studying. To save on tuition, Jungkook moved her in and the two lived happily together once he allowed her to organize and give the space some livability and style.

Things were still tight but they were happy.

And then Kat entered the chat.

She had an apartment that was a train ride away, with a roommate that seemed pleasant upon first impression. But something about her inconsiderate company, the way she left dirty dishes in the sink for days that she only cleaned when said company was over, and the consistent ring left around the bathtub when she was done bathing that Kat just couldn't tolerate any longer.

So when things started between the three of them, she spent the majority of her days and nights with them. Mostly with Janelle since Jungkook would be working late at times.

Janelle and Jungkook had a system that Kat appreciated. Both of them cooked and cleaned, and their apartment always smelled good, a mix of marijuana and incense that she found comforting. For a while, Kat's stuff started accumulating in their storage.

Her clothes.

Her shoes.

Her makeup.

After some months of hopping between hers and theirs, it just made sense for her to live with them permanently.

She surprisingly made a lot from bartending, and could easily cover her part of the rent split three ways if they upgraded. So after a few months of looking and waiting, they found a bigger apartment in the same complex.

Sleeping arrangements were fluid, Janelle usually being the one to float between snuggling under Jungkook's big hard body or big spooning in Kat's bed because she knew Kat liked being cuddled as much as she did.

Even when she acted like she didn't.

And then there were those nights when the three of them piled up on the couches with Janelle sandwiched between her partners, letting the TV watch them until someone started snoring.

Usually Jungkook.

It was a happy little life they shared.

But as stated before, Janelle was still grateful for her bed in times like this. When the silence in her room could allow her mind to drift past her discomfort, her body sank deeper into her Downy-scented sheets and blankets.

Flashbacks of several hours ago replayed in her dreams, the detailed recall of Jungkook's scowl of focus trained on the arch in Kat's back rolling in a hazy slow motion.

The sweat dripped down his chest and over his abs.

The dents of his tight grip on Kat's waist.

The ripples of her backside bounced back and forth on her boyfriend's length as she released a moan of release.

The sound of his name in her voice and rumble of curses in his.

All so erotic and enchanting.

And arousing.

Janelle stands in witness of it all, this time not aggravated by the heat or the ache in her womb. But in awe of them.

In envy of them.

The look in both of their eyes when they noticed Janelle watching them was as lust drunk as they were, and Janelle smirked before she fully entered the room.

Shutting the door behind her...

It wasn't until she heard a random alarm on her phone going off that she realized she'd fallen asleep. Sweat coated her skin in a dewy sheen when she came to, reminding her that she hadn't put anything on after her bath.

Gone was the lustful haze clouding her vision, and back was the canopy of fairy lights warmly illuminating her bedroom. The scent of sex is replaced by her candle warmer and the gruff sounds of Jungkook's and Kat's moans are replaced by her panted breaths.

But one thing that did remain, however, was the slickness gathering between her thighs.

A slickness that in her slumber, her fingers explored and submerged themselves in between her lips.

Janelle's brain takes a few seconds to register what is happening, and she abruptly pulls her hand up from her sex to inspect her hand. She sighs in relief to find her index and middle fingers coated in a clear sheen of arousal before tucking her hand back between her legs.

She sighs again, staring at the ceiling before looking towards the door.

There wasn't much noise in the apartment from what she could hear, so she didn't quite know whether she was alone or not. From their conversation earlier, Janelle still half expected Kat and Jungkook to either be gone or getting ready to go to the show.

A hint of sadness washed over her at the thought despite her encouraging it, but it quickly stowed at the unsubtle reminder of her dream.

Spreading her legs wider beneath the covers, Janelle's brow crinkled as she pressed her slippery fingertips against her clit, rubbing over one side of it slowly until she shivered.

Coasting over her bud, her core tightened like a coil and relaxed with a shuddered sigh at how sensitive she was. Over and over her fingers teased until she felt herself on the brink, and she summoned the memory of Jungkook stuffed deeply inside of Kat to push her over the edge.

Janelle lets out a strained moan and her back arches off the bed, her two fingers going still over her clit to allow the full force of her orgasm to take hold of her.

Her walls pulsed needily, thickening the layer of nectar pooling from her entrance as she finally relaxed.

But as she rubbed over herself soothingly, Janelle realized quickly that she needed more.

It wasn't odd for her to be this insatiable at the height of fertility. Everything was sensitive. Her emotions. Her senses. Her body.

Horniness typically came with the pain of the syndrome and Jungkook, being the doting kind of boyfriend he was, figured out rather quickly how to handle his girl during this time of the month.

Speaking of.

"Baby? You awake?"

His muffled voice full of concern through her door was preceded by a couple of light taps against it with his knuckle. Janelle's eyes widen a little, blinking away the tears from her intense release before clearing her throat.

"Y...Yeah. Come in..." she rasps, pulling the blanket up to cover her nudity as if Jungkook hadn't seen her naked a billion times already.

The hinges squeak and he lingers in her doorway after opening it, tilting his head with an empathetic pout on his lips.

"Are you alive?" he smirks, lifting a brow.

Janelle responded to him with a weak smile and nod, giving his height a full upward appraisal as he stepped into her room and towards her bed.

He's dressed in a faded black graphic tee that hugged his biceps at the sleeves, similar to the way his ripped jeans clung to his quads. The single silver chain at his neck dangled as he leaned down to press his lips against Janelle's forehead, squatting beside her bed right after.

"Well, you look pitiful.." he chuckles, brushing stray hairs from her face. His touch did more to her than it usually did, on top of his scent and the warmth of his proximity, and Janelle found herself whimpering softly when he pulled his hand away.

"I feel pitiful. And you smell really good...Getting ready for the show?" her sad eyes lift to lock with his and Jungkook gazes down at her as if she were the most precious being to ever exist.

Biting his lip ring, he shakes his head.

"Naw. No show tonight. Tae already sold the tickets."

Janelle furrows her brow.

"What? Why?" she asks. His eyes go back to all the stubborn flyaways framing Janelle's face, most of them reverting to their natural state from her sweat and steamy bath earlier. He smooths them under his hand affectionately with a nonchalant shrug.

"Because I told him he could. There will be other shows to catch when all three of us can go. Otherwise, what would be the point? And don't even try to argue. Kat agrees. She wasn't trying to leave you here either.." he smirks at the combative look forming on her face. It fades immediately at the definitiveness of his response, and her bottom lip pokes out sourly.

"I told y'all it was ok though. You didn't have to do that. Now I feel bad..." she whines. Jungkook sighs before leaning back in to peck her trembling lips a few times to shut her up. He stills his kiss to run the tip of his nose over hers.

"Hush," he affirms with his lips still close enough for her to feel his smile.

"Now why the hell would I choose spending my night with a bunch of drunk ass metal heads in a dark smokey ass room too small for the people in it, when I could be here with you? Hmm?"

He punctuates the question with another peck against her lips, humming softly before putting just enough space between them to see her face fully.

"Plus Kat's a pain in the ass when she's drunk and there's no way in hell I was gonna deal with that shit alone. So boom. You're stuck with us."

Janelle giggles at the truth in his statement. For someone who worked at a bar and dealt out hundreds of shots a night, Kat was the LAST person you wanted to fool with when she was drunk.

A story for another time.

"You're right. Silly me.." Janelle wrinkles her nose, only adding to the cuteness Jungkook admired quietly. He leans up after a beat, seating himself on the edge of the bed and facing her. He thoughtlessly rested his hand on the curve of her hips cloaked by her blanket as he sighed.

"No shit. Anyway...I came in here to let you know that I was about to hit up 7-Eleven. Anything special you want or need?" He tilts his head with interest, his large hand stroking over the fuzz draping her curves.

Janelle thought about it for a few seconds, a plethora of things coming to mind that she was sure to want from her favorite convenience stop. But with the taste of her man still fresh on her lips and the memory of his shallow breathing warming them, her thoughts were clouded.

More like a debilitating fog in Jungkook's case. His face, his voice, his smell, his taste, and his touch were all-consuming.

Even now, his fingers spread over the roundness of her ass and come suspiciously close to the slit leading straight to her sex, a part of her that would be screaming his name if it could speak.

No, there was no way she could think of anything she wanted beyond him right now.

She pondered silently as her thoughts jumbled, all while Jungkook watched her warily with mild concern and amusement.

"Is it that hard of a question?" He chuckles and Janelle joins him in a bashful giggle of her own.

"No." She shakes her head.

"I just can't think of anything when I want so many things right now.." she looks away shyly. She reaches

Jungkook inches closer to the bed, dragging his teeth over his bottom lip as he hooded his gaze on her.

"Yeah? Like what?"

"Kisses? Please?.." Janelle whispers against his idled lips with begging eyes locked on his sultry gaze. She pulls her hand from under the blanket to curl around the side of his neck to emphasize her need, pulling herself up to meet him where he was.

Jungkook lets a little growl vibrate between them before going back in to part her lips with his slowly. Janelle moaned softly when his tongue teased hers, compelling her to lean up more to secure her cling to him.

This causes the fuzzy throw blanket to fall from her chest, exposing her nudity to the cool air around them. Jungkook doesn't seem to notice until his hand slides over her ticklish ribs though.

He pulls back in slight surprise at the feel of her smooth skin under his fingers, leaving Janelle chasing his lips.

"Nell..Where yo clothes at?" He breathes, skimming his touch over her side. His thumb brushes the underside of her boob just barely, but it's enough to make her nipples harden under his watchful eye.

A blush floods through her entire body at the way she felt him tracing her curves, and she allows him to discard the blanket completely for further confirmation.

His brows shoot up immediately.

"Oh damn. You naked naked. I at least expected panties.." he chuckles, his hand going to run over her thick thighs.

"It's too hot for panties. I'm all achy and sensitive. You know how I get.." she tries to defend her scarceness pointlessly, making Jungkook's curiosity and mischief mount.

"Mmhmm.." he dismisses her as his hand travels to the dip between her knees.

Her legs remained pressed together as if she were afraid of him to see how much of a mess she already was. She should have known better than to do that though.

With little effort, Jungkook pushes her knees apart, exposing her most private parts to him hopelessly.

His brows lift unsubtly at the way Janelle's pussy bloomed the prettiest shade of pink he'd ever seen. Her clit peaked between her lips, still shiny and swollen, while the rest of her sex glistened in the warmly lit room.

Not that he was surprised by it. After being with her for a while, he had never experienced a woman being so excitable near her time of the month. He wasn't at all squeamish and didn't mind running a red light now and then if she was comfortable with it. But it was the week before that he loved because she was always outrageously wet and sensitive. It drove him insane.

Thoughtfully, he glances down at his attire before shooting up and away from the bed.

She hears him call for Kat from her doorway and Kat responds loudly from across the apartment.

"Kat!"

"Kat!"

Some time ago...

"Kat?"

Janelle stares at herself in uncertainty in the mirror in the bathroom, scrutinizing herself harshly in her mind.

She takes a few steps back to get a full-body view, turning to the side and sucking in uselessly before exhaling loudly and turning back up to the mirror.

"Kat!?" Janelle's voice breaks when she yells this time.

A few seconds after passing the doorway, Kat backtracks and pokes her head in curiously at the sound of Janelle calling to her with lifted brows.

"What, what happened?..... Oooooh sexy mama..." She grins, immediately distracted by the way the low-cut white latex dress conformed to Janelle's curves.

Tonight was the New Year's Eve party, hosted by one of Jungkook's friends on the rooftop of some 5-star hotel uptown. The theme was 'Brand New', calling for all-white attire.

Kat's general disgust was felt at such news, seeing as how white was one of the hues she'd worn the least in her lifetime. But that didn't stop her from tossing together a sexy little ensemble that still showed her edgy side.

She's in her short white body con wrap dress with the sides cut to reveal most of her slender torso. Kat was more on the slimmer side so dresses that showed more always felt less forgiving on Janelle, in her opinion.

Even now in her dress, she felt overly aware of how the little bulge of her lower tummy seemed more noticeable, as well as how wide her hips were.

Janelle accepts Kat's praise with an impish smile that falters the moment she notes how flawless Kat's makeup looks. Her smokey eyes and dark lips, offsetting her bright hair had her looking like a sexy vampire. Totally on theme while remaining on brand for Kat. She looked gorgeous and for the first time since Kat had moved in, Janelle felt oddly intimidated by it.

"Ugh look at you...I suck so much at this "Bad Bitch" stuff.." she huffs. She returns her attention to her reflection and grimaces in dissatisfaction at her makeup. Which by anyone else's standards looked just as good as Kat's but let her hormones tell, she was a potato.

Kat frowns at her expression.

"Um...what?" she chuckles, stepping into the bathroom.

She stops behind Janelle and observes her reflection with her over her shoulder. From what she could see, what Janelle said was far from the truth. Her makeup was perfectly done as it always was. Her skin had an airbrushed finish, highlights, and contours blended seamlessly. Her lips were plump and nude.

"Janelle, what the fuck are you talking about?." Kat snarls and Janelle huffs pitifully.

"I don't know. I'm just not feeling it at all. When I bought this dress, it fit me way differently. Now I feel like I'm busting out of it and nothing else looks right either."

Apart from her disproval of her how her dress fit, and her makeup, Janelle couldn't seem to figure out what she wanted to so with her hair.

She'd blown it out and straightened it the night before and she'd just unwrapped it. Middle part? Side part? Up-do? Half up, half down? Beach waves or bone straight?

She lacked the vision and motivation to obtain one since nothing else about her look seemed to come together the way she imagined it. Kat stood by, listening to Janelle degrade her looks for only a few more seconds before cutting her off.

"Alright. Enough of that. You sound crazy." Kat dismisses her with a shake of her head. She abruptly steps around and grabs Janelle by the shoulders so that she's facing her head.

She assessed Janelle's makeup for herself, deeming it flawless before inspecting her hair.

Her eyes go up and focus on her finger combing through the front of her head to find the natural flow and fall of her delicately cut layers until she's satisfied.

"There..just let it flow like this. Natural and pretty.." Kat comments distractedly as she brushes a stray strand of hair from Janelle's face without disturbing her perfectly shaped eyebrows and the style she'd just created.

As she did, Janelle's gaze fell to her lips. Kat's complexion always reminded me of a caramel macchiato after twirling her straw around a few times. And the cinnamon freckles dotting her face were just visible beneath her foundation, intentional.

But her lips were lined and filled perfectly with MAC Ximal's deep maroon shade that reminded her of a Rubicon Spray rose in full bloom.

"Why are you so pretty Kat?" Janelle asks in a small voice, sounding as if she were on the brink of tears. Kat's expression hardened at the tremble in Janelle's tone.

"I ingest the souls of my enemies. Oh and sunscreen. What's your secret?" she deadpans, going back to playing in Janelle's hair as she laughs.

"Hmmph...maybe I should give that a try." her laughter tapers as she turns her head to examine her reflection. Before she can say anything negative, Kat nudges her cheek to bring her attention back to her.

"Don't start that. Now what's going on with you? How do you not know how fucking beautiful you are Belly?"

"Belly?" Janelle scrunches her nose at the new nickname in amusement. Kat nods.

"Yeah. Short for Jelly Belly. I've been calling you that in my head for months, it just finally slipped out." she shrugs, and Janelle's head tips back as she lets out another round of laughter.

"Oh? Because I'm chubby?" she jokes but Kat doesn't join her laughing. It wasn't a secret to anyone that Janelle was feeling a bit fuller than usual tonight, PMS bloating being the culprit. But no one minded it as much as she did.

And damn sure had nothing to do with the pet name, even though it ironically sounds like it did.

"No...jelly beans are just one of my favorite candies. And you are undoubtedly one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. Your vibe, your face, your body is perfect to me.."

"So I remind you of a jelly bean?" Janelle could not help but laugh, picturing the curved round stubby little morsel of sugar in her mind.

"More or less. It was the first thing I thought of when I saw you for the first time. You were dressed so bright and bubbly, I said to myself 'This girl is way too sweet looking for a place like this...' "

"Funny...I thought the same thing when I saw you." Janelle perks her brow, bravely reaching for Kat's slim waist and reciprocating the possessive hold she had on her. Kat's mouth forms a grim line of disagreement.

"Yeah yeah...Anyway.Stop calling yourself fat. It's annoying. Id die for a body like yours." she pouts, stroking Janelle's curves appreciatively over the slick material of her dress.

"And I'd rather have yours. You look so good in whatever you wear, Kat. Meanwhile how I look depends on whether my uterus hates me for not being pregnant." Janelle mirths.

Kat laughs at that, relating to her pain all too well. Although since having her IUD, she hadn't experienced the same pain and discomfort that came with womanhood in a while, she still empathized.

It might have been true that what she felt wasn't all in her head and the way her white dress hugged her every curve didn't ease her insecurity. But as far as Janelle's body looking any less perfect to her, she disagreed wholeheartedly.

"Are you kidding? Janelle, your body proportions are perfect. Dead serious. This ass? You know how many people stop to watch you walk by out in public? I do it here and I know Jungkook does. Hell, whenever I see you walking around in those Tweetie Bird shorts, I just wanna stop you, bend you over bite it. It makes sense why Jungkook can't keep his hands off you."

Janelle starts to deny Kat's claims but remains silent when the ginger's eyes fall to the heavy globes filling the designated cups of latex in her bosom.

Kat's hands lift slowly from her waist, cupping the shape of her breasts tenderly.

"Or these..." her thumbs coast over Janelle's responsive nipples, and they harden on contact right before her eyes.

"They're so fucking pretty, I just wanna hold them in my mouth until you melt..." she mouths distractedly, still rubbing over Janelle's nipples in a mini trance. Janelle watched her hands work, squeezing her tits until she couldn't hold back her little restrained moan anymore. Among other parts of her changing body during this time, Janelle's nipples were at their most sensitive now.

Kat releases her at the sound, her bold hands returning to hold Janelle's waist. She shakes her head sheepishly.

"Sorry...that was kinda gay.." she jokes as if everyone didn't already know how 'gay' Kat was. So gay in fact that the index and middle digits on her dominant hand were always the only nails she kept short whenever she got them done.

Janelle noticed that immediately.🌚

"It's ok.." Janelle rasps, clearing her throat and they both share a laugh that fades out the moment they lock eyes again. Janelle is first to look away shyly, shaking off her emotions and releasing them with a sigh.

"Thank you...no one has ever said anything like that to me before." she lifts her eyes slowly, meeting Kat's incredulous expression.

"I doubt that. Your mans over here says all kinds of nasty stuff to you, I'm sure."

"Yeah but..it's different with you. Men will say anything for a chance to get a woman's pants. Jungkook doesn't have to sweet talk me but he knows what it'll get him if he does. But you...I can tell you mean that."

Janelle didn't consider herself a lesbian or bisexual early on.

Never had been and never desired to be one when being with men felt like enough. Sure, she found women attractive, often finding herself staring at the ones she found most captivating. But never did she think of herself as a woman that was into women.

Until she saw Katya.

Spotting her working the bar with such skill and confidence, dancing freely with other bartenders, and flirting with patrons, there were things about the slightly androgynous personality with soft feminine facial features that made her the exception.

Still stroking Janelle's temple affectionately, Kat smirks.

"Hmm...and can you tell how much I wanna kiss you right now?" The tip of her tongue peaks and curls out the side of her mouth salaciously, tilting her head with interest.

"What's stopping you?" Janelle breathes after a beat, her lips remaining parted in anticipation of Kat's next move.

Leaning in, Kat's dark lips press over Janelle's nude and glossy pout, both of them sighing in tandem.

Kat sucks on the fattest lip softly, staining Janelle with her lipstick before opening her up to explore her with her tongue. Janelle's lashes fluttered at the way Janelle made her feel dominated in the way kissed her, parting her lips wider for her to deepen her dive. Kat slides a hand over Janelle's neck and locks her in place, making Janelle moan softly against her.

The two stood there for what felt like a while, kissing and exploring each other's curves with tentative touches, tuning out anything that wasn't between them. Even the heavy sounds of footsteps echoing in the hallway.

"Hey, Yall almost ready?...Whoa..." Jungkook pauses mid-step in the open bathroom doorway, unbuttoning the cuff of his crisp white denim jacket's sleeve.

Jungkook's take on the theme was very true to his nature. He wore an all-white Calvin Klein set, jacket, and jeans, with a loosely tucked white v-neck. His silver chain and rings accent the outfit with a pop of glitz that's offset by his overall monochromatic aesthetic. Simple and sexy.

But damn all of that. He just walked in on two fine-ass women tongue-kissing in his bathroom.

Kat pulled away from Janelle's lips to turn around, leaving her kissing partner's head spinning and eyes fluttering as she came back to earth. Noting Jungkook's astounded expression, Kat smirks devilishly. She licks her lips before shooting Janelle a glance.

"What was that Kook?" she asks him, knowing full and well, she'd heard him.

Jungkook blinked distractedly, replaying the image of bliss and pleasure on Janelle's face when Kat licked passionately at her mouth. Blood rushes in his veins excitedly, most of it gathering just below the elastic of his CK boxer briefs, pulsing in time with his heart.

"I..was just asking if you two were..ready," he responds, smirking at his pause when Janelle blushed behind Kat, looking away guiltily.

"Yeah, almost. Was just helping Nell with her makeup..." she says smoothly, cheekily turning back to Janelle to make her blush even harder.

"Why? Did you need something?" she tosses back to him, insinuating that he was interrupting.

"Nope." He shakes his head, not making any moves to leave. Seeming as if they were now at a standstill, Kat turned to him, her shoulders squared as she folded her arms over her chest.

"Ok..well?.." she trails off, her eyes pointing beyond where Jungkook was standing, a challenge clear in her frisky glare.

Jungkook's brows go up again and the corners of his mouth droop as if he were genuinely impressed by her bold attempt at dismissing him.

Janelle wasn't far off when she said he and Kat were just alike. While they got along well enough over the past few weeks of her living with them, Jungkook did notice that when it came to Janelle...

They had a bit of a territorial streak he knew they would need to work out.

He wasn't invasive nor was he a creep, but he did start to understand the appeal of seeing his partner being loved on by someone else.

Someone he didn't have to compete with.

Someone who was beginning to be as frustratingly attractive the longer she was around.

But one thing Kat wasn't about to do, no matter how sexy she looked with Janelle, was run him off in his own apartment.

"Well... no need to rush perfection. Carry on.." he states, propping his shoulder against the door frame with his thumbs tucked in his pockets, getting cozy and showing he had no intention of leaving them to it. Kat smirked at his stubbornness, finding it more amusing than anything as she scoffed.

"Anyway...how long till the car pulls up?" she asks and Jungkook lifts his wrist to examine his watch.

"Uhhh...less than an hour."

Kats nods in understanding, turning back to Janelle.

"Alright...You got it from here or you still need my help?" she asks, knowing she implied more than just aiding Janelle in getting ready for the night.

"I...I think I got it." she stammered with a shy smile, having its usual effect on Kat as she nodded again.

"K...well, you know where to find me." she winks, patting Janelle's booty before turning away.

When facing Jungkook, Kat looks him up and down before giving him a muted look of disgust that makes him grin.

"You look nice.." he complimented her as she squeezed past him.

"Shut up." She poked Jungkook's side with her pointy nail as she passed, making him cough and clutch his rib protectively, sticking his tongue out at her back childishly.

Janelle chuckles breathily and rolls her eyes.

"Yall should just bang and it over with. Put me out of my misery..." she smirks and Jungkook wrinkles his nose.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Mmmhmm...Ok, what do you think?" she does a little spin for him, masking her former insecurities well enough for the question to just sound like a question. When she stops, she's back facing the mirror, that look of uncertainty still in her eyes.

Jungkook regards her softly for a moment before approaching slowly, appraising her from head to toe with his lip tucked between his teeth. He joins her at the mirror, stooping to rest his chin on her shoulder and wrap his arms around her waist from behind.

His hand widens over her belly, stroking the little pudge affectionately as he locks eyes with her reflection.

"I think you're perfectly gorgeous. Like always. This dress is sexy on you..." he remarks, kissing her shoulder.

"Really?" Janelle lights up at his compliment and he nods.

"Mmhmm..You look sexy in white." he looks up at her suggestively, pressing himself against her plump ass for emphasis.

His hands were sneaky at first but the unsubtle feeling of him rolling up her dress just enough for him to be able to cup her sex with his fingers stroking the seam of her lips through her panties.

She was wet and it was evident in the way her panties barely shielded her from the friction Jungkook's steady hand caused. Janelle's back melts against Jungkook's chest, her head falling against his shoulder as she gasped.

"Do you feel sexy?" he murmurs, kissing her shoulder again. His fingers continued to rub her mound, focusing on the little hill of her clit that was hardening and beginning to poke through the seam of her lips. Janelle shook when he rubbed her harder, a whispered 'yes' coming out in a soft moan that only Jungkook could hear.

He smirks, nosing through her hair until he's able to plant a kiss on her neck. He tucks her straightened tresses behind her ear carefully to gain better access to her skin, suckling and nibbling until the evidence was just barely visible if anyone looks hard enough.

Soon after, his mischievous hand abandons its tease to begin fixing her dress. The latex-like material rolls back down her thighs with a little 'snap' of confirmation.

"Good. Hold on to that feeling. I'll take care of you when we get back home.." Jungkook straightens up, placing a careful kiss to her temple before leaving her standing at the mirror with her core clenching and sexually, keyed up from the way both he and Kat had just handled her.

Like putty.

Janelle exhales, shaking off the arousal and regaining her focus on finishing getting ready. She scans the counter littered with makeup products and the flat iron that was still warm from styling her hair. She then looks back at herself in the mirror with keen eyes.

Despite being flustered by Kat's intervention and Jungkook's gentle teasing, her makeup and hair were well intact.

Well, apart from that dark rouge tint blending with her nude-toned lips, and the way Jungkook had tucked her hair behind her ear to expose the faint love bite he'd left her. Flaunting the marks of both of her dates tonight would dispel any insecurities she felt several minutes before. It made her feel sexier than ever feeling so claimed and desired by both of them.

As if they'd done what they did on purpose, a collaborative effort to make sure she felt just as good as she looked.

If so, they worked well together.

Back to the present...

"KAT!"

"WHAT?!"

"C'mere!" He yells, still leaning out of Janelle's bedroom doorway. Cool air from the hall seeped into the room, pricking her skin with goosebumps. She pulled the blanket back up to cover herself, blinking curiously with a frown as she watched Jungkook.

Seconds later, Kat appeared in front of Jungkook, dressed in only a beige Nike sports bra and black sweats rolled up at the waist. Her wild mane of fire sat on top of her head in a messy ponytail, her glare fixed on Jungkook.

"What?" She huffs again, visibly irritated and Jungkook leans in to whisper something to her. She looks to Jungkook warily but doesn't stop him from speaking. Janelle's brow crinkled at them.

Gradually, Kat's scowl fades the longer Jungkook's mouth moves at her ear and her eyes go to Janelle midway.

Then she smirks.

Not just a normal smirk either. There was a hunger in her expression that sent a frenzy of excitement to bloom between Janelle's thighs just from the way Kat's gaze scanned her lounging body shielded by her blanket.

Kat's bottom lip tucks between her teeth when Jungkook pulls away from her. He gives her a knowing look with lifted brows.

"You got it?" he says and Kat looks to him reluctantly, nodding and nudging him on the shoulder.

"Yeah, I got it."

"You sure?" Jungkook doesn't budge, being the brick wall he was, and Kat sighs.

"Yes! Would you just go? I got it.." she tips her chin to point over his, emphasizing his dismissal with another shove at his shoulder and muscular arm. At her eagerness for him to leave, Jungkook chuckles. Shaking his head, he glances back at Janelle.

"I'll be back baby. Text me if you think of something."

"Ok," Janelle responds softly, still tucked shyly below her blanket with longing eyes that move from him to Kat slowly.

Jungkook leaves them alone, the jingling of his keys fading to nothing as the front door shutting sealed the women in their apartment.

Kat approaches Janelle's bedside, taking Jungkook's place by squatting at the head of her bed. She reaches out to cup Janelle's cheek, rubbing her bottom lip with the pad of her thumb.

"Hey Belly..." Kat all but whispers, her sexy rasp pulling all of Janelle's attention to her touch.

"Hey.." she sighs and Kat smiles softly.

Her hand moves to remove the elastic band from Janelle's hair gently, pulling it until her dark brown waves fanned out over her pink satin-covered pillow.

"Your hair is curling back up." Kat remarks observantly, brushing her fingertips over Janelle's hairline.

"I know...I was sweating too much today." Janelle whines and Kat shakes her head.

"I don't know why you bother straightening it in the summer. You should just wear it curly," she says, running her fingers through her hair, her nails gently detangling the curly and straight strands as she spoke.

"Your hair is so thick and healthy. A break from the heat wouldn't hurt at all.."

"Mmhmm.." Janelle hummed, relishing in her girlfriend's touch. It differs greatly from Jungkook in ways she couldn't explain, but it affected her the same.

Janelle sighed as she got lost in Kat's doting touch, leaning into her hand while she played in her hair.

She wondered vaguely what Jungkook said to her before he left but her mind was too jumbled by hormones to ask. She whimpers at the soothing feeling of Kat's fingernails scraping her scalp, her eyelids drooping.

"Kook says you're still hurting pretty bad..." Kat's sultry rasp strummed in Janelle's ears like a Spanish guitar. She nods wordlessly, her brows inverting into a pitiful expression as she opens her eyes. Kat's gaze warmed over her, her lips pouting.

"Want me to make it better?" She asks, despite having received clear instructions from Jungkook on how to take care of their girl.

Her other hand curls over the dip of Janelle's waist, gently tugging at the blanket covering her upper body. Janelle gasped as she is slowly revealed to Kat, whose eyes glazed over with lust the moment they made contact with her skin.

Janelle laid on her back with her hands resting over her breasts, thoughtlessly playing with her nipples as Kat scanned her body.

"How.." Janelle begins but her question halts the second Kat scoots closer to her on the bed, leaning over her. She licks her lips, her attention falling to Janelle's dainty fingers toying with her stiffening peaks.

"Kook told me he used to help you when you were in pain like this all the time." she exhales, one of her hands wrapping around Janelle's wrist to pull it away from her chest. Kat pins it to the mattress.

"He did...but you don't have t.." Janelle stammers, going silent at the sudden press of Kat's lips against hers.

"Hmm? What did he use to do?" She asks uselessly against her lips, eliciting a soft moan from Janelle. The sheets and blankets rustled as she pressed her thighs together, a helpless attempt at easing the ache growing between them.

Kat noticed and knew full and well what the doting boyfriend she'd witnessed him being numerous would do in this situation. His words from a minute ago were clear.

Do whatever you gotta do.

Just make her cum..

She'd be lying in saying the way the words sounded coming from his growl of a whisper didn't make her walls clench. But she'd ignore it in favor of making Janelle feel good. She only asked her because she liked the way Janelle would stammer when asked to talk dirty.

She was so shy sometimes, it was adorable. Kat hummed questioningly to remind Janelle to respond by licking over her tongue.

"He...he would just take care of me." Janelle mouths.

"You know, massage my back...Rub my legs...Touch me..and stuff.."

Janelle's voice faded as a sudden shyness took hold, but that didn't stop her hand from clenching into a fist, her other squeezing her nipple hard until she gasped.

If she could, she'd be touching herself as she was before, less to answer the question and more to quell the simmering need for stimulation between her legs. Obeying her body, Janelle pulls her trapped wrist from Kat's hold to push it beneath the blanket to cup her pussy. She leans up slightly and sighs in relief at her touch, pressing her fingers against her clit.

With a whine and a bite of her lip, Janelle told her attentive girlfriend all she needed to know.

Pulling away, Kat's gaze falls to where Janelle's hand disappeared under the blanket, lifting her brows slowly in intrigue.

With her tongue poking at the corner of her mouth, Kat looks back up at Janelle's flustered and lustful expression with a smirk.

"Lay back." she chuckles, nodding towards the head of Janelle's bed. She reluctantly obeys, too weak and needy to protest as Kat climbs on to join her. She straddles Janelle's waist, hovering over her to block out the brightness of the fairy lights dangling above them.

The blanket is pulled away completely from Janelle's body, confirming what Jungkook mentioned before leaving them, and her eyes darken.

Unlike her petite and lithe body with just enough curves to be appreciated, Janelle's body type was a little further right on the scale. Full breasts that sagged gorgeously from the gravity of laying back, with the prettiest sand dollar-sized cocoa brown areoles Kat had ever seen.

Her curves were artistic, sloping from her ribcage and bowing out to wide enviable hips that she knew Jungkook loved to hold. Hell, so did she. And her skin was always smooth and supple, even after going pruney in the tub.

"Have your tits always been this big or am I trippn?" Kat thinks aloud with her attention on Janelle's heaving chest. The question catches her off guard and Janelle drops her chin to inspect herself as if she didn't have these boobs for the better half of her life.

Kat's hand slides over Janelle's skin until she's cupping the brown globe in the curve of her palm, watching it jiggle slightly with satisfaction.

"Awww they're so swollen baby. I never noticed them getting like that before.." she adds and the comment alone had Janelle's nipples hardening under her fixed gaze.

"It's ok if I touch you right? I know I'm not Jungkook but I think I can help you feel better the way he did if you'd let me.."

Janelle scoffs in amusement at her words.

"Girlfriends ask their girlfriends if they can touch them?" She jokes and Kat shrugs.

"Good girlfriends do. Plus I want you to be comfortable. We've never done anything like this before. At least not without Jungkook."

Janelle thought about it, considering how she felt about Kat amidst their unique relationship.

To the grand majority of folks on the outside looking in, the idea of two women sharing a man was preposterous. Many stated that the only person benefiting from it of the three was Jungkook, but that was so far from the truth.

Janelle didn't feel like she was sharing Jungkook with Kat. If anything, she was the one being shared, more so that they had equal claims to each other in different ways. Some sexual. Some emotional. But all consensual and understood clearly.

Her relationship with Kat was no exception.

She was attracted to her physically from the moment she saw her creamy tawny complexion freckled with cinnamon all over.  

Her favorite drink...

She was bold and feisty despite her size and Janelle felt safe with her. She was as much a lover as she was a friend, making it easier for her to accept her into her heart and relationship.

She had feelings for Kat in the way she loved Jungkook, which was what made their dynamic work.

But with all of that being said, they'd never had sex exclusively.

Ever.

Kissing, touching, and watching the other get railed by their boyfriend aside.

Kat awaited Janelle's response, keeping her hands above the blanket patiently.

"Of course it's ok. Touch me..please.. " she rushed to say all needy and breathless.

Kat smirks at the sound before running her hand back down to Janelle's open thighs, joining her hand. Janelle moves it and her mouth gapes slowly in reaction to Kat's fingers dipping inside of her, collecting her arousal to rub over her clit.

Janelle tenses and relaxes on contact, arching up from the mattress slightly.

"Ughhh yes.." she shudders. Kat's smirk widens to a grin as she rubbed her fingers over Janelle's stiffening clit. She strums over it with increased pressure and speed that has Janelle panting and moaning as if she were already close to cumming.

She gets extra sensitive before her period starts. Extra wet. Extra horny.

It'll be easy...

Jungkook's voice chimed in Kat's mind. He wasn't lying. Janelle was on the brink of coming undone and Kat had barely done anything to her. Her moans compelled Kat to move down her body, inching closer to the apex of her thighs to get into a sniper position between her legs.

Janelle propped up on her elbows and swallowed heavily as she watched Kat get into the intimate position. Kat could detect Janelle tensing slightly, and she glanced up from her shadowed folds to lock eyes with her.

"Calm down Belly, I got you.." She soothed as her mouth brushed against Janelle's vulva.

Kat's tongue glances over her lips, eyes up and fixed on the way Janelle's jaw slowly slackens. She expected her to taste as sweet as the nickname she'd given her. More than likely due to her hormones, the slick glossing Janelle's folds pulled and dangled from Kat's tongue when she pulled away for a look.

Janelle's petals were just as pretty, blooming the more Kat spread them. Her eyes fell shut as she focused on her taste lingering on her taste buds.

She goes in again, licking her deeper to part her and taste the arousal gathering at her entrance. Janelle watches closely with her hooded gaze fixed on the way Kat's peachy pink pierced tongue disappeared and reappeared between her swollen lips.

When the ball of the tongue ring presses against her clit, Janelle gasps and bites her lip. Kat's eyes opened and returned to her face, but she never paused. She never stops.

One thing about Kat, she knew her way around a pussy. Considering she had one herself, of course, as well as her past experiences with being intimate with women.

Her tongue is wet and fast-moving over Janelle's sensitive bud, rosy pink and swollen from the intense arousal. Every flick felt electrifying and it wasn't very long from the moment she began licking her pussy that Janelle was gasping sharply at the explosion of release.

Her back arched from bed and her legs trembled over Kat's shoulders, her voice frayed and breathy as she came down.

Feeling her relax, Kat's relentless tongue slows to a soothing flat lick up and down Janelle's sex, tasting her cum and easing the delicious taper of her orgasm.

Jungkook was right. That didn't take long at all, and while Kat could have just chalked that up to her skill, she knew it had more to do with how sensitive Janelle already was.

"Good?" She mouths, her eyes on Janelle's drunken expression. Her girlfriend merely nods, her eyelids drooping from deepening fatigue.

"So good...my god.." she sighs weakly, blinking slowly.

Kat's ego swelled with pride at her words, her gaze dropping to Janelle's glistening pussy with another question popping up in her brain.

"Jungkook ever make you cum that fast?" She teased, leaning in to plant a soft wet kiss against Janelle's clit. When Kat's lips latched onto it softly, Janelle's left keg twitched.

"Ah!.. I'm not telling...you for his pride's sake.." Janelle struggled to say as Kat suckled her overly sensitive bud against her tongue. Kat chuckles, her voice vibrating her heat deliciously before she lifts her head.

"Say less.." she smirks knowingly.

Her gaze falls back to Janelle's pussy, which was still throbbing and shiny inches from her face.

"Just so you know..." she pauses to flick her tongue over her clit again just to hear Janelle moan one more time.

"Your pussy tastes really good. No wonder why Kook volunteers to stick his face down here. I can't blame him one bit.." she shakes her head. Janelle rolls her sleepy eyes, finally giving in to fall back against her pillow with a heavy sigh.

"Shut up." she giggles breathlessly, running her hands over her face. Kat watched her fondly, a soft smile parting her wet lips. She starts to lick them when a naughty idea pops in her head

"Im foreal..Here.."

Kat climbed over Janelle's body, pinning her with her stare as she leaned in to kiss her. As if to prove she wasn't joking, Kat feeds Janelle the taste of her cum from her tongue to hers, licking into her mouth as sinuously as before until Janelle pulls away to breathe.

"Oh fuck..that was so nasty and sexy...I can't.." she huffs, making Kat laugh.

"Mmhmm. Feel better?" she asks genuinely after a beat, pussy breath and all, and Janelle looks up at her. She nods sheepishly with her bottom lip caught between her teeth, keeping that perfectly sexy smile on Kat's face.

Janelle blinked, marveling at how beautiful Kat's smile really was. She didn't do it much, sporting a rather sexy RBF the majority of the time.

It was a shame.

She had one of the most beautiful smiles Janelle had ever seen.

Feeling magnified under Janelle's softening stare, Kat's smile fades.

"Um...Well, good."

She pecks her lips once more for good measure before hopping up from the bed. Janelle sat up with a confused frown as Kat fixed her oversized sweats on her hips before raking her nails up her nape as she set off to leave the room.

"Wait...Where are you going?" Janelle calls after her just as Kat reaches the open doorway.

"To cook you something." Kat looks back at her over her shoulder with a hand resting on the doorframe. Janelle's pout drops into a skeptical frown.

"But you don't cook Kat." she narrowed her eyes and Kat's wide and stunned eyes scanned the room.

She was right. Kat couldn't cook to save her life and that was another reason she hopped on the opportunity to move in. Janelle and Jungkook were the cooks of the relationship while Kat gladly cleaned up after.

They all knew better than to allow her near a stove.

"Ok, To order you something then.." she repeats her tone and Janelle laughs.

Her body drops into the pillows and plushies at the head of her bed with a sigh of relief that Kat resented but understood. Janelle yawned before rolling onto her stomach, pulling her fuzzy blanket over her body.

"Thank God. Chickf ila, please? You know what I like.." she lays her head down, hugging the pillow. Kat bites down on her grin as she nodded, wishing she could cuddle up with Janelle some more to play in her hair, suck on her nipples and tease her clit until she came again. Her pussy ached to touch as well and she'd love to feel Janelle's timid touches on her wetness, then offering to lick it off of her fingers after she made her cum too.

Maybe later though. She was already dozing off.

"Anything for my Belly. Go to sleep. I'll be back." Kat rats her knuckles against the door frame before exiting Janelle's bedroom.

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook: Sugar (C)Rush

In which you just wanted to get a quick snack.

Tags/Warnings: Wolf Hybrid!Jungkook, Dog Hybrid!Reader, Strangers to crushes is that a thing that's a thing now, Fluff, Safe for work, Flirting, piercing? Jungkook is a piercer and tattoo artist in this oops, insecurities

Length: mid/long

Masterlist

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Life really has never been kind to you.

You just want to go home with your frozen pizza and icecream, but it doesn't seem to work out tonight, because some evil person had decided to put your favorite flavor of icecream on the highest shelf, far away from your reach. And now? Now you're left staring it down, after having tried to reach it twice, garnering nothing but laughter from a group of young boys, a small flock of tall dog hybrids.

You're a dog hybrid too- but you're no tall and strong dog hybrid. No, you've been born as a 'cute' and floppy-eared little show-hybrid.

Cute? Absolutely not. A mockery, that's what you are.

You huff to yourself and attempt to give up, when a tattooed arm reaches for exactly what you've been eyeing. "That one?" A voice asks, and you nod dumbly, accepting the tub of strawberry and cream goodness from the stranger. And when you turn around to thank the man, you want to disappear.

That has to be the most handsome wolf hybrid you've ever seen in your entire life, all dressed in Calvin Klein while wearing the most charming smile you've ever been given by another being. All while you yourself look like you've just fallen out of bed, absolutely no effort put into your appearance tonight.

"Thanks.." You mumble more or less, spotting how who you assume are his friends walking up to him- and of course, they're just as handsome as he is.

You flee the scene pretty much, hurrying to pack your things outside when you notice his slightly flowery scent close to you again. "Hey- just wanted to apologize for my friends. They weren't laughing about you, promise." He tells you, visibly sorry.

"Its fine." You shrug, squishing your things into the paperbag, until it rips, box of pizza and other things tumbling to the floor, all while thunder rumbles in the sky, first drops of rain pattering onto the ground.

You're pretty close to crying now. Today the universe is truly testing you, and you're not up for the tournament this time.

"Ah, hyung, can you give me that please?" The wolf asks his packmate, who gives him the white plastic bag leftover. "Here.. is your home far? You should hurry so you don't get caught in that weather." The young man says calmly as he packs your stuff for you, carefully making sure this time it'll all stay in, before he gives it to you.

"Its fine." You just mumble. "Thanks." You nod, before hurrying away from the guy.

You feel awful about it- but it's better than having to suffer the embarrassment any longer.

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"And so we meet again." The wolf hybrid chuckles impishly to himself as he invites you into his workspace where he'll be piercing you today, your cheeks reddening in shame as you remember him as well. "Even cuter than last time." He comments, walking in behind you. There's soft, slow music playing in the background, and a faint smell of incense having been burned maybe. It's a lot different from Taehyung's space, even though he works in the exact same shop here.

Taehyung, your best friend, had promised you a piercing for free on your birthday. But every time he was free, you wouldn't be- work constantly coming in between you and any attempt at scheduling an appointment. So today, he'd simply offered someone else to do it- quote: 'actually, he's gonna be a lot more gentle than I'd ever be with you'.

So this wolf hybrid you couldn't get out of your head this past week, is named Jungkook. The mystery piercer that you've always heard of, but that you've never seen in person before.

"Tae said we'll be putting some jewelry through your belly button?" He asks, or rather states while he desinfects his equipment, putting on gloves. "Did you choose something already?" He wonders, and you nod.

"Uhm.. Tae said he.. had ordered something, I don't know.." you mumble, and Jungkook crouches a bit down to your height before he leans in playfully.

"Listen, these ears might be big-" he comments, wiggling his black wolf ears between his wild locks of hair, "- but I can't hear you if you talk down to the floor, puppy."

What an ironic nickname.

"I said Tae ordered something." You snap back a little louder, and he laughs brightly at that, shaking his head-

His tail wagging.

"You're so cute." He comments to himself. "Yeah I knew, just wanted to tease you. Can you get up from the chair for me? I wanna mark the spot." He asks, and you do as he says, slipping down from the chair to stand in front of him. "Can I?" He asks when his hands lift your shirt, and you nod without thinking- pulse racing soon however as he not only lifts your shirt, but tucks it right underneath the underside of your bra.

And considering his smirk, he knows exactly what he's doing.

Right now, he switches into a more professional mood though, one knee resting on the floor while his palms sometimes adjust your hips for him, something that doesn't go past you at all. Your curled tail is hard to keep from wagging every time he moves you around, something inside you awakening like some odd kink you never knew you had. "There. Is that okay?" He asks, scooting away a little so you can look at yourself in the mirror.

You nod- trusting him in his judgment fully.

"Not much of a talker, hm?" Jungkook says calmly, picking up his equipment before wiping the area down with a disinfectant wipe.

"Hm just.. I don't know.." you mumble to yourself. "Awkward."

"Doesn't have to be." He smiles kindly. "Taehyung told me you're an artist?" He asks, and you shrug.

"I'm.. not sure if you could call it that." You simply answer, when he pats the seat again for you to lay down on. "I'm a concept designer for.. like, video games." You simply explain quietly, stiffening up a little once the wolf picks up the more scary looking tools.

"Thats so cool though." Jungkook praises as he makes sure to place the clamp properly. "Deep breath." He offers, and you do as he says, becoming a bit uncomfortable for a moment as he guides the needle through. "Almost done. You're doing great." He kindly says, clearly trying to make it quick as he places the metal piercing and screws the ball onto it so it stays in place. "And done! You can get up and take a look at it now." He excitedly tells you, tail wagging behind him as he watches you examine his work.

"I like it." You nod. "Its perfect." You smile, and he nods in satisfaction, before he picks up a bandaid to cover it for now.

"You've got the care sheet with you, but in case anything happens, I'll give you my number alright?" He asks, and you nod easily as you pull down your shirt again, offering your phone for him to put your number into his contacts. "And uh.." he smiles awfully impish as he saves the contact and sends you a message so you have his own as well. "You can totally text me for anything else too." The wolf tells you. "Unless there's a boyfriend..?"

"I-" you suddenly realize what he's implying. "Boyfriend? Me? I- no I, haha no, I don't have one.." you shake your head, a bit more than just flustered by his blunt ways of getting closer to you.

"Damn I was almost one hundred percent sure you'd be taken-" he laughs to himself, still grinning at you. "-but, I'm a lucky guy I guess." He offers, and you shrug a bit.

"I mean.. I don't know-" you say, unsure. "-I'm.. not really up for uh.. you know, hookups or stuff like that.."

"Oh no no no, I'm sorry if I made it seem like that." He immediately clears up. "I'm more interested in getting to know you, really. We could hang out sometimes, talk a little, maybe we'll click, who knows." He explains his intentions.

"...why?" You ask, and he seems a bit more serious now, realizing that your past experiences can't have been very good if you're this reserved with someone trying to get to know you like he does.

"Why not?" He offers. "You're cute. Very pretty, in my opinion. Now I just gotta find out if you can handle me, and if I can handle you, easy." The wolf shrugs.

"..you sure?" You ask. "I'm a dog."

"Canine hybrid." He corrects jokingly. "And so am I."

"People will laugh." You argue more.

"If that makes them happy." Jungkook answers, not letting go.

"...Ok" you agree at that, jumping over your own shadow.

Maybe.. maybe he's not that bad.

Maybe this could all work out.