#this song is perfect to play on those rainy melancholic nights and gaze out the window

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Still With You (m) | jungkook oneshot

rating: explicit // 18+ pairing: jeon jungkook x reader word count: 2.7k suggested listening: still with you - jk | playlist warnings: explicit language, explicit/casual sex, brief pandemic mention summary: jungkook feels like his world is collapsing underneath him in the midst of a pandemic, but despite everything, you’re able to provide him with an everlasting piece of comfort. notes: oh my god! the double whammy of bangbangcon: the live & still with you had me MEGA in my feels, and this is the result. a warm, sappy (and smutty) love letter back to jeon jungkook. hope you enjoy it as much as i pined while writing it. :’) 2!3! to better days, everyone. we’ll see them soon enough. :) navigation: masterlist

Jungkook sits at a high table facing the street inside of a small, hole-in-the-wall café.

The place is dimly lit and cozy, small string lights adorning the walls. 

The brim of his oversized bucket hat is low over his eyes as he watches people stroll by.

The soft rap of raindrops at the window comforts him, as does his usual drink: a warm caramel macchiato with three shots of espresso. 

Jungkook gives the drink a forlorn look as he ponders his life as an idol. He sighs, his nerves humming through his body in anticipatory waves.

He can’t tell if it’s his anxiety or the coffee, but his heart starts to kick in his chest — and he tries to breathe deeper through his nostrils to calm his thoughts.

One of the thoughts: he absolutely understood being an idol had its perks — but he also deeply and painfully processed that privacy would never be on the list. 

His entire lifestyle is just that: an intense push and pull between being an idol and just being Jeon Jungkook. 

The conditions and restrictions from the onset of the pandemic in Seoul made him intensely crave the sensation he would get from being in a stadium — fifty thousand cheering his name. 

At the same time, the pandemic granted him a small glimpse of normalcy: sitting in a coffee shop alone on a rainy evening. 

Jungkook wasn’t really sure which slice of life he preferred at the moment, but he wasn’t going to mull over it any longer.

Not right now, at least.

Jungkook squeezes his coffee cup further to warm his fingers through his gloves — hoping and praying that no one discovered him in a rare moment to himself.

He presses the wilted edge of the paper cup to his lips, another sip of warm liquid slipping down his throat. 

After a moment, he starts to softly sing Still With You, closing his eyes and losing himself in the melody.

A bell chimes on the door, and it snaps Jungkook from the song.

“That song’s so lovely,” You comment as you sit next to Jungkook, setting your purse on the table. You shuffle your fingers inside of the mess within, attempting to locate your credit card.

“Oh, is it?” Jungkook responds, trying to deepen the tone of his voice as his fingers tighten around his cup. 

“Are you an ARMY?” You tilt your head to look at him, his hat still low and his form still facing forward as you hop down from your stool.

“M-me? N-No, not really,” His voice comes out in a stutter. He looks at the lower half of your body — it’s all he can see with his hat so low — and watches as you clutch your card.

“Not really? You’re either not a fan, or in this Bangtan Sonyeondan shit for life,” You chuckle out and Jungkook’s lips lift into a small smile. 

“There’s really no inbetween.” You state, pretty matter-of-factly.

“Anyway, I’ll be right back...can you watch my stuff?” You ask, patting down your purse. 

Jungkook nods quietly, a soft smile lifting his lips and a small chuckle floating out.

✹✹✹

You return, setting down your coffee cup and sliding back onto your stool.

“Who’s your bias?” You ask, softly staring out of the window.

Jungkook watches you lean your head in your hand before you take a sip of your drink.

“Kim Namjoon,” Jungkook responds swiftly, and he can feel a heat lighting up his cheeks. 

Oh, Namjoon. 

Namjoon’s no big deal at all to Jungkook. 

Only the real reason why he’s famous. His number one role model. Really, his first true love.

Nope, nothing to him.

Nothing at all.

“Why is that?” You ask, giggling into the rim of your cup.

“I’ve looked up to him ever since-” Wait. Jungkook forgets who he’s speaking to for a second. “I mean, Joon’s great. The guy’s a great role model.” He clears his throat.

Jungkook finds his interest in the conversation lifting, and he drums up the courage to drum up a question to spur the conversation on.

He’d never gotten a real chance to talk to an ARMY about his own love for BTS, and he wasn’t going to let this opportunity slip by.

“W-Who’s yours?” Jungkook asks, lifting his eyebrow under his hat.

“Me?” You ask, turning your head quickly to set eyes on him. You notice the lovely curve of his nose under his hat and his soft pink pout as he talks. 

You take a second to smile to yourself before you answer.

“Ah, Jungkook. He’s so lovely.” You respond dreamily, moving to fix your gaze outside the window. 

You sigh as you hum a section of Still With You to yourself to cement your sentiment:

The moon looks lonely

Like it's crying in the bright night sky

Even though I always know the morning will come

I want to stay in your sky like a star

“What’s so great about that guy anyway?” Jungkook interrupts to ask, finding himself irritated by your response. 

Jungkook couldn’t stand people playing him compliments. 

He couldn’t really explain why, but he just did.

Maybe it’s because he just couldn’t stand living up to the perfect picture people liked to paint of him.

The pressure that came with that.

The smile that once lifted his lips falls, and the thoughts that eat endlessly at his mind come flooding back — one of the all encompassing things being: how could anyone love someone painted so imperfectly? 

In his own perception, he was a troublemaker, definitely not good enough, terribly not smart enough, and there was definitely nothing “golden” about him. 

He just didn’t get it.

Jungkook watches you lean your head in your hand before you take another sip of your drink.

“Oh...I don’t know. Almost everything?” You sigh out your response. “I mean the lines I just sang? Pure poetry. I can feel the longing in his voice. Right here,” Your hand comes up to your heart, and it almost makes you teary.

“I think he underestimates his contributions to the team. His strength. His perseverance. And most of all, his pure heart.”

Jungkook’s brows come together to think: he’d never really heard this sentiment from anyone, one-on-one.

I mean, he’d heard it from his close friends and bandmates — but that was just as good as hearing praises from your parents.

Those didn’t count.

Nor did the sentiments that would come directly from fans. With those, he could never know if they were praising the idol — Jeon Jung Kook — or the normal, everyday Jeon Jungkook.

“I really want to see them all again...” You trail off, your voice in a whisper. 

Suddenly, your phone buzzes on the table, shaking you from your thoughts.

Jungkook feels your words sucker punch him right in the heart, and he immediately feels bad for beating himself down. 

“But anyway, you probably think I’m some crazy fangirl,” You chuckle to yourself as you wipe a tear blooming at the edge of your eye. 

“I have to get going. Long day at work tomorrow.” You throw your cup out and toss your phone into your bag.

“I’ll be going...nice meeting you,” A melancholic tone encases your voice as you open the door to leave, and Jungkook grasps your wrist.

The chime of the bell above rings through both of your ears.

“It’s late. Let me walk you home?”

“Oh no, I couldn’t burden you with that-” Your voice trembles, and you look up to his nose and lips, still the only features you can see underneath his hat.

“I want to,” Jungkook insists, unwrapping his umbrella.

✹✹✹

“You said you had to use the restroom, right?” 

You ask Jungkook, flicking the hall light on in your apartment.

Your finger floats in the direction of the bathroom as you use the dimmer to bring the intensity of the lighting down.

✹✹✹

Jungkook takes his hat off in the bathroom and looks at himself. He pats underneath his eyes: rendered dark from the sleepless nights when he wondered if he’d ever perform in front of a crowd again. His skin: a few small blemishes like any other normal twenty-two year old. He turns his head to analyze the side of his cheek: a scar embedded deep within it.

He wonders if anyone could truly love him this way: raw and imperfect.

I mean, you couldn’t even tell it was him underneath his hat.

What kind of idol went unrecognized in public?

There it is — that confirmed it. 

That’s how lame Jeon Jungkook is. He couldn’t even be recognized out and about. 

Jungkook settles with nestling his hat back on his head, his lips pursing together in disappointment at himself.

Again.

✹✹✹

Jungkook returns, sliding his shoes back on and watching as you open the front door. 

You lean your head on the door frame, looking up at him.

“Well. It’s always nice meeting a fellow ARMY. Have a great night.”

You bite your lip, hoping for something more. It was always rare to see an ARMY out in the wild, and your connection with the one standing in front of you just happened to be strong.

It's like you knew each other, somehow connected by a string of fate.

Jungkook looks down at you and he clenches his jaw. 

You tilt your head at him, confused, as he takes a second too long to respond.

“Are you alri-” 

Something new, something uninhibited overtakes Jungkook’s thoughts — and you find yourself flush against the wall as Jungkook captures your lips in his — cradling the back of your head with his fingers.

Jungkook slides the dimmer completely down until the room is enveloped in a pitch black hue.

He loses all inhibition as he removes his hat, throwing it to the side. Your fingers slide into the soft tufts of his hair and trace down to his ears. 

You pull his coat from his shoulders and he drops it to the floor — moving to tug your shirt over your head.

The fervent desire in his stomach grows as you slip your hands underneath his shirt, gasping in his mouth at your contact with the firm muscles underneath. 

You feel his abdomen clench at your touch and he pulls you closer to pepper kisses down the column of your throat.

His body feels so familiar to you: his lips, his abdomen, his powdery scent — but you’re too lost in pleasure to dissect why.

Surely, you never took it upon yourself to hook up with a man you met thirty minutes ago in a coffee shop, but right now the only thing your mind could process was Jungkook’s soft lips on your skin.

Jungkook’s wet lips slide up your cheeks and into your hair, his moans vibrating through your hair as he inhales you. 

You hum in response as your clit starts to pulse with a poignant heat — your hand moving to slide underneath his sweatpants. He does the same, the full length of his palm cupping your core. 

He moans when his tongue slips underneath yours, and the two of you moan in unison as the warmth of your tongues envelops both of your bodies.

You whine as he pulls his lips from yours, his fingers caressing the slick, warm cream dripping onto his fingers. 

Your fingers tug at his cock, and you feel it grow harder as your hand glides back and forth. He presses his lips to yours again and you grind into his hand, the pleasure making you jerk him faster. His cock starts to pulse out precum as you pull his sweats down fully — the motions of your hand coating his cock with the slick liquid.

“I need you,” He whispers into your ear, and you moan in approval. 

Jungkook moves to lift you up against the wall and your arms lock around his neck. You kiss him once more before you nestle your lips against his neck.

Your toes start to grow cold as the front door is still slightly ajar, and you prod him in the back with your foot.

Jungkook moves to press you against the front door as it shuts. He inserts his length inside of you and you squeal at the sudden stretch and pressure of his size — your fingers gripping the soft flannel of his shirt.

“Ah, that feels good,” You breathe out, the heat of your lips making his neck wet as you moan into his neck.

You can’t help but squeal at every delicious thrust, and you can already feel Jungkook start to throb inside of you.

“Harder?” He moans into your ear as you hear the sound of your mixing arousal below you. You grip the skin of his neck with your teeth in response, licking the blooming bruise.

You grip his shirt tighter and he pumps into you harder, your body jumping with each thrust.

“Jungkook, I’m gonna cum, I, ah-” You plead, but Jungkook’s thrusts grow deeper, harder.

You throw your head back, a passion and a pressure enveloping you like you never felt before.

Your world erupts in a burst of bright light, and you shudder in Jungkook’s arms as waves of pleasure flow through you.

The two of you are left breathless, breathing into the depths of each other’s ears.

✹✹✹

Your eyes lift open as the sunlight reaches you through the shades.

Your head is heavy on Jungkook’s chest as you slide your hand down his abdomen, your fingers circling the firm muscles on his stomach. 

You kiss his neck before you draw your index finger down the length of his arm, starting to trace a tattoo there. 

You do so mindlessly for a second, before you notice it says:

Better Dead Than Cool. Make Hay While The Sun Shines.

You raise your head and turn his arm: a tiger lily, three stripes from the Korean flag — consciousness suddenly hitting you.

Wait.

You sit up, your heart racing through its pulses.

Jungkook stirs, his eyes lifting open to meet yours.

“Jungkook? The Jeon Jungkook? From BTS?” You ask, your voice growing with each realization — your voice frantic from your nerves. 

You pull the covers over your body as you look him over: his lips, his eyes, his nose, his hair — no wonder he felt so familiar to you. 

It almost felt like you knew him from all of the interactions and love he always provided his fandom.

“Uh, you kinda forgot to tell me that...my bias is in my bed right now?” You look at him in awe and he chuckles in response.

You continue to take him in, and his eyes lower in embarrassment.

“Disappointed yet?” His forlorn eyes meet yours again, and you bend down to cup his cheeks.

“No. You’re so-” You press your lips to his, inhaling with the contact. “Beautiful,” You moan softly, sucking his top lip. “In the morning.” 

“Don’t say that,” Jungkook attempts to resist the compliment, and you pull away to run your hand over his jawline.

“I told you. You’re perfect,” Your lips linger over his, and you smirk as you watch him light up.

A certain warmth and pride fills his stomach with joy, and he manages to smile up at you.

“Just the way you are,” Your lips encase his into a hot, open-mouthed kiss, and you wrap up by tugging at his bottom lip for a moment before letting go. 

Jungkook gasps into your mouth, his cock growing harder.

“Please, don’t ever forget it.” You’re breathless before you press a warm kiss into his cheek, making it a point to kiss him directly on his scar.

Your eyes take a moment to rove over his face in admiration again before you let out a giggle.

The Jungkook below you is glimmering with euphoria.

He’s...happy.

✹✹✹

Suddenly, Jungkook jolts from his sleep, the Overwatch theme playing from his phone. 

“Fuck,” He shuts the alarm off, and he sighs as he reaches down to his cock. 

Fuck.

Morning wood.

Jungkook sighs in frustration before he sits up and turns his head, his hand searching for you in the bed.

After a moment, the realization hits him.

“It was just a dream…” He mumbles to himself, his fingers caressing his lips. “It all felt so real.”

Jungkook picks up his phone again to stare at his wallpaper: a sea of purple ARMY bombs.

He chuckles as he realizes all of his thoughts and worries were squashed by ARMY yet again.

Jungkook wraps himself in the covers as he hums Still With You and drifts back off to sleep — a smile curling up on his lips.

Jungkook knew in that moment he’d see ARMY again — someday. 

He had to.