#you just KNOW these two freaks were pining so hard all the time. fwb but theyre constantly making heart eyes

[devotedlystrangewizard]

WELL YOU DIDNT SAY THIS THE FIRST TIME I CAME HERE????

[bymoonchild]

Sugarplum Elegy (M)

Pairing | Jungkook x Reader Genre | Fluff, smut, angst / College!AU, FWB!AU, Soundcloud singer!AU, Idiots to Lovers!AU Warnings | Explicit language, hopeless and helpless pining, constipated feelings, lots of smut, rimming, cum-eating, spitting, blowjob, fingering, classroom sex, Jungkook is emotionally constipated but wbk  Summary | You know no bounds nor depth with Jungkook. While your fuck buddy loves sleeping in your bed and doing laundry for you with his favourite fabric softener, you are in love with a mysterious honeyed, velvety voice on Soundcloud. All’s fine, until you find out that the voice that metaphors your heart to a sweet sugarplum melody actually belongs to the boy who has been taking up a special spot in your bed and in your heart, strumming at your heartstrings all this while.

Or, Jungkook has one braincell, but it’s heart-shaped.

Word count | 17.9k

There’s no greater testament to love than love itself – the sheer vulnerability of being bound to someone emotionally and physically, and the aching process that bleeds into infinity. To love in every sense of the word is to offer your entire heart and place it on someone's bare hands, despite knowing that they might crush it in front of your very eyes.

Maybe love is like a dandelion, pretty during the summer mornings, but upon a huge gust of wind, its petals will be blown away, leaving its heart barren, abandoned. Given your past relationships, forming a fresh new ache and vulnerability for yet another person frightens the fuck out of you.

So when you wake up to a Jeon Jungkook beside you, lulled by the quiet sound of his breathing, your heart fizzles in your chest. It’s a no-strings-attached agreement that you two have decided on at the beginning of the year, but it’s still a feeling you can’t quite get accustomed to, especially when the first thing you see in the morning is his peaceful sleeping face, unless he’s spooning you, in which his warm breath will tickle the back of your nape. It’s weird because it feels nice, feels so right.

It's been six months since you two started the whole fuckbuddy agreement, yet you still can't get used to how warm Jungkook is, always so warm, as if the sun has chiselled its way into every single pore of your body, softening and melting your sharp edges. While his body still sends zaps down your spine, your mind registers that you’ve grown to adore the heat of his body when your cold feet always find themselves tangled together with his under the sheets.

He’s not much of a morning person, but sometimes, you’d wake up to him staring at you, caressing every detail of your face with his eyes, sunlight glittering golden in them, and smiling like a fool (an adorable one at that) at your groggy and sleepy self, as though your crusty morning face turns him on because it often leads to the continuation of the previous night’s copulation before scrambling to class.

You know no bounds nor depth with Jeon Jungkook. If anything, you’ve concluded that you’ve never met a person quite like him before, like the cosmos has moved for this concurrence to be possible.

Each new day brings a discovery about your fuckbuddy which keeps you on your toes, but nothing can ever beat the dorky Jungkook who becomes a freak in the sheets as he pounds mercilessly into you or pulls your hair as he buries himself deep inside the hilt of your throat. Nothing beats the feeling of having his warm body pressed up against yours as he whispers sweet nothings that caress and fan against your skin like invisible marks that will always be there, burning from deep within.

You hear Jungkook humming softly from behind you, comfortably settled on your bed while you’re hacking away at your laptop, rushing to finish your paper. You normally can’t work with noise or with another person in the room, but his humming falls quite pleasantly on your ears.

“Bub, you almost done?”

You turn around and spot Jungkook in only a pair of sweatpants, flaunting the ripples of his toned chest and abdomen. You have no idea why he even bothers wearing pants when you both know that he’s going to take off them later.

“Getting a little impatient, Pingu?”

A little pout plays on his lips, “No, it’s just that… You’ve been at it for hours and I’m kind of sleepy.”

“O-Oh, have you been you waiting for me? Why don’t you get ready first?”

“Actually, I thought we could, you know, just sleep tonight,” he smiles sheepishly, the curve of his cheek squished from where he is lying down on his pillow.

“You mean like…?”

“You’re tired, aren’t you?”

You don’t reply, merely shrugging your shoulders, but the bags under your eyes are an easy giveaway.

“Then hurry finish your work and get your ass here. My arms are kind of lonely here and it’s cold.”

You can’t deny that Jungkook looks so gorgeous, so tempting, waiting for you with that familiar tender gleam in his eyes as he pats down at the empty spot beside him.

“You’re cold? But you’re literally my personal heater,” you laugh, tinges of amusement dancing in your orbs, as you relent, slipping under the sheets beside him.

Chuckling softly, he leans in and ensures that there’s as little space between your bodies as possible from head to toe, until the tip of his nose is brushing against yours. He playfully throws a leg over yours, pressing the strong cleave of his chest up against you and his body heat immediately engulfs you, sated and warm.

You feel like there’s a fire in you, made of soft, satin embers.

You smile, looking up at Jungkook’s pretty visage. Your night lamp casts a dim shadow on his face that insinuates his long, feather-like eyelashes, brushing the bone of his structured cheeks. He holds back smiling like the fool he is, busy drinking in the sight of you and the closeness of you, but that roseate flush that blooms over his face betrays his heart’s desire, spreading across the bridge of his nose and cheekbones. Pretty.

If stars could take human form, they’d look a lot like Jungkook.

“Want to hear a bed pun that Jin-hyung bombed on us today?”

You hum in response.

“Never mind,” he shrugs, his eyes starting to crinkle up at the corners “It’s kind of sheety.”

“I fucking hate you!” You let out a whole-hearted laugh, doubling over to shove a pillow at Jungkook’s chest, “Don’t know why I put up with your dumb ass.”

“You love my dick!”

And Jungkook is one hundred per cent correct.

He likes to sleep naked, which is something you don’t have a problem with. At least he has the decency to throw on a pair of briefs, but it doesn’t particularly help cover with his morning woods.

You’re about to leave for class, but something uncontrollable and searing stabs at your belly when your eyes land on his taut, golden stomach, the faint line of hair trailing south towards the Calvin Klein imprint and the noticeable boner pressing against it.

As the soft light filters in through your curtains, casting shadows on the gentle slopes of Jungkook's face, a tempting idea pops into your mind and you drop your bag onto the floor, crawling right back into bed.

Jungkook is a guy who adores surprises and you’re someone who likes catering to his interests, though what you adore most is catching him totally off-guard and watching him writhe helplessly under you, for all the times you woke up to him in between your thighs. You find joy in taking care of him as your mouth takes the reigns, slobbery and messy with saliva dribbling down your chin.

Pushing the quilt away off the bed, your eyes take their time to map his body, before your fingers start to trace down the line of hair leading towards his clothed cock. You lean forward to press a kiss to the muscular ridges of his taut abdomen, and then down his happy trail, before slowly mouthing over his bulge and lastly, to his toned, honeyed thighs.

Fuck, you love his thighs – in fact, you've spent too many nights thinking about riding them and keening out loud when he makes your fantasies come true.

His cock springs free when you tug his briefs down and its stiffness almost hits you in the face. He's as rigid as always, tip angry and glossy with arousal and veins prominent in his shaft and you take a few seconds to admire the veins that artistically run up his length like rivers along a woodland. You love his dick, nobody has stroke game like Jungkook and you’ve never been more exhilarated when condoms were thrown out of the picture after you two agreed to be exclusive.

When you wrap your hand around his dick, the soft skin feels like velvet, enticing you to press an open-mouthed kiss to the tip. Body still weighted from sleep, Jungkook's breath involuntarily hitches when you settle in a slow rhythm, hand wrapping around the base of his dick, moving it in tandem with the bobbing of your head.

Slowly, he begins to stir awake at your ministrations, hand bringing up to rub his eyes unconsciously. When he manages to peel his eyes apart and looks down at you through the tops of his eyes, with his dick in your mouth, he groans loudly.

“Morning, Pingu.”

Coyly, you duck your head, running your tongue along the side of Jungkook’s shaft, keeping a firm grip around the base. When you return to the tip, you suckle hard with your lips, lapping over the slit feverishly. You relish the weight of his warm dick in your mouth and it’s when Jungkook starts to pant heavily with eyes rolled all the way back, his muscles straining as he rolls his hips upwards for more that you know you’ve succeeded.

“Fuck,” he knots his fingers through the dark tufts of your hair in pleasure, “I’d kill to wake up to this every day.”

“Well, today’s your lucky day.”

Leaning backwards, you pull Jungkook’s legs up higher and spread open them. You give his ass a little slap before further spreading his asscheeks and he jumps in shock when you spit obscenely into his ass.

Right after you got into the agreement, you two discussed each other’s kinks. You’ve always thought rimming was hot and Jungkook was eager to experiment with you, saying that it’s literally every guy’s dream come true to have his ass eaten out.

Your first lick is a broad strip from his perineum to his entrance, stopping there to suckle lightly at his rim. The contact sends trembles to course throughout Jungkook’s body and he gasps out shamelessly, closing his thighs instinctively and trapping your head between them. When your tongue laps at his tight, little tunnel, pressing little kisses to his rim, he arches his back out of his reaction, eyes clouded with lust.

You can’t help but tighten your fingers around his ass, kneading it greedily as drool and spit drip from the corner of your lips. At this, his mouth falls open in soundless moans, soft whimpers drawn from the back of his throat, muscles rippling beneath his skin.

Jungkook tastes better than you remember, though the only thing you can focus on is how helpless he is writhing underneath you and the protrusion of his arm veins as he clutches the sheets firmly from the interminable sensation.

You see his hand reach out for his dick that's throbbing between his thighs, aching for any kind of friction. The darkness in his eyes is enough to send a punch of heat straight into the pit of your gut.

"Touch yourself and you can say goodbye to coming,” you slap his hand away.

He throws his head in frustration, eyes shut and lips red and parted, "But–"

"Let me help you."

A growl is ready at the back of his throat when you lightly scrape your teeth on his rim, spit dripping down your chin, trailing past his balls and down to your bedsheet. Laundry Senpai would be out for a field day.

While your tongue continues to lick at his rim, back to his balls and then to the very tip of his dick, your right hand finds itself wrapped around the thick girth of his dick, finally giving it some attention. You begin to milk him, stroking him again and again and helping him to chase his orgasm. Perched on either side of your face, Jungkook feels his legs grow weak as you continue to jerk him off, revelling in each wanton sigh and moan that slips from your lips.

Out of pleasure or lack of control, you don’t oppose when his hips start to rut against your face as he chases his high. Instead, you slacken your jaw and lap at his puckered hole faster, prodding at his entrance with the tip of your tongue, knowing that he isn’t going to last much longer.

When Jungkook finally comes, you lap at his cock thirstily, taking in every drop of cum. He looks so fucked out, chest heaving up and down as globs of white cover your lips and chin, but you continue to lick the cum, swirling around his head. You gaze up at Jungkook and sees that lower lip is slightly swollen from where he’d been biting down on it, slightly red, and you desperately yearn to feel the soft and warm skin beneath the pad of your finger.

He pats your hair with a dreamy smile and your heart stutters at the way his eyes crinkle so prettily no matter how gently he’s smiling.

Your room is suspended in a beautiful haze, the morning air sitting like a blanket around you two, alongside the sounds of your breathing.

“Cute,” you whisper, pressing little kisses along the length of his dick.

Heat ruptures across Jungkook’s face, a visible flush radiating on his rounded, apple cheeks, and works its way to the bridge of his nose.

“You did not just call my dick cute,” he raggedly inhales.

“Shit, I gotta run – have class in like,” you ignore his complaint, checking your watch, “Fuck, 20 minutes.”

“Hey, take it back! My dick is not cute,” he puffs, folding his arms.

“Dude, I legit just woke you up with a blowjob and this is the thanks I get.”

“Just kidding…” He smiles sheepishly, taking your hand into his, “So I’ll see you tonight? We’re having dinner at the new Italian place, right?”

“Of course, can’t wait to watch you have an overdose of cheese.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes playfully, but the glint in his eyes screams that he can’t wait.

“Anyways, you better get up – you’re going to be late for your 11am.”

“I’m skipping,” his lips curl up into a smirk and even in his sleepy state, he still knows how to be a brat, “Gotta help Yoongi-hyung with something.”

"You're up to something no good, huh?”

With a sparkle in his eye, he smiles, "That I am."

You chuckle and press your hand against Jungkook’s cheek, fingers brushing against the scar on his cheekbone, intending to pinch his cheek, but he beats you to it and quickly turns his face into the curve of your palm. He then presses a kiss to it, painting his smile against the wrinkles of your skin and your heart ricochets in your chest.

“I—See you, Pingu.”

Another sleepy bunny smile adorns the stretch of his lips, “See you later.”

You don’t realise that you’ve been carrying a smile on your face ever since you left your apartment until your friend Jiyoon breaks you out of your trance by telling you that you look like a clown. Waking up to Jungkook by your side is such a domestic concept and honestly, that should intimidate you. Instead, all you feel is a blooming of butterflies in your stomach.

There are several traits and abilities of Jungkook’s that he prides himself on. He’s intelligent in a lot of ways and in some ways not. He’s socially aware and knows when to be quiet or loud. Yet, he has always assumed an air of detachment and aloofness, making people and sometimes even himself believe that he has an extra layer of skin, invisible and almost impenetrable.

He is, nevertheless, just a little shier with his words and doesn’t open up easily. Even when he does, he still walks on seashells around his closest of friends. He can’t help it – it’s just his nature and who he is. However, people who know him should know that he’s all bark and no bite. He’s much softer than he looks – and his heart is fragile and afraid.

Admittedly, he is a hopeless romantic at heart although the pursuit of pure, unconditional love is found dead in a ditch and he will rather die than admit that he still believes that he’ll hear bells when he crosses path with his soulmate.

Now with you in the picture, he really doesn’t know anymore. It’s unclear how this arrangement started, it’s a nebulous concurrence of fate… alongside the need to fulfil sexual desires with no strings attached.

You two met at a school event through Yoongi, your friend who’s a music production major and also the campus radio DJ, and while the three of you hung out a couple of times, you’ve never really established a friendship with him.

It’s hard to pinpoint the exact moment where it all started – how you fell into each other like this, how you grew to become addicted to the crash of his body against yours, fitting into the little crooks of each other’s life. It worked so well the first time that the second time was kind of a given and soon, both of you came to some sort of unspoken agreement that the next time you come into contact would result in both tangled in bed.

So there isn’t such an exact moment when things unavoidably shifted in your life and trying to find the exact moment that unchained everything would be like looking for a needle in a haystack. It’s just that you can’t quite remember sex feeling so good with anyone else.

Still, you wouldn’t count on him being entirely transparent with you.

He’s still an enigma, never quite settling, and consequently, neither could your so-called agreement. The line has blurred far too much for comprehension. But it’s simply the beautiful contradictions that make Jungkook so Jungkook, someone you may never quite understand, but desperately want to, from somewhere deep in your bones. All you know is that your heart somehow lurches whenever he’s near, that his gaze still makes you shy especially when you’re under him at his mercy, and that re-watching (yet) another Marvel film with him on your bed brings comfort to your heart.

It’s not fair how Jungkook can make you feel like you’re six feet under what you assume must be somewhere between lust and adoration, when he says the dumbest of things like, “96% of guys masturbate.”

“Then what about the other 4%?”

He deadpans with a casual shrug of his shoulders, “The other 4% don’t have hands.”

You throw a pillow at his smug face, but even if he says the dumbest things, you like to listen to the timbre of his voice, how it rolls over the vowels like honey smothering biscuits. You should hate the way he makes you bare your neck so easily, makes you quiver and tremble at the slightest touch, yet your stomach still coils no matter how hard you try to push away the hummingbird heart residing in your chest.

“I don’t know why I even tolerate you.”

“Thanks, love you too.”

Questionable words like these have been thrown around casually, the harrowing weight often settling uneasily in both of your stomachs. Too many unspoken words fill the air and they’ve been lingering in the air for some time now. While it’s undeniable that you two share something, where feelings are mutually understood without having to say much, life isn’t a bed of roses and things will happen when the universe wants them to.

“Noted with thanks.”

Staying over wasn’t initially part of the deal in fear of jeopardising the friendly arrangement, but as time goes by, when sex becomes a daily thing and Jungkook starts coming over more often and later in the night, breaching the fuck buddy etiquette starts to matter less.

The dick appointments are always at your place because he proclaims that he loves your bed and it’s ten folds comfier than his. You can’t seem to fathom why because you find his bed equally comfortable to sleep on and it probably smells much nicer than yours, mixed with the brew of his musky scent and peach shampoo.

Now, almost half of the things in your apartment belong to him including his favourite fabric softener, just because he can. He makes sure that he’s over every Friday at least to do laundry and has even persuaded you to entrust all laundry duties. Friends with benefits etiquette? Not in this household.

You smile at the toothbrush holder, before picking out yours, which has its place next to Jungkook’s red one. It’s just moments like these where you know that he’s undoubtedly carved himself a rightful space in your life like there was a space reserved just for him. Becoming a constant beyond the late-night dick appointments and one of your best friends, someone you text and exchange dank memes with on a daily basis. Someone you trust.

You adapt to him quickly, and he accepts you unconditionally. In an odd way, it’s like he’s always meant to be by your side. It’s like the cosmos knew. And slowly, it’s as if he’s never gone and the mutual fear of overstaying your welcome or the fear of letting yourself get too comfortable with each other has dissipated. Now, it gets harder not to think about how his cologne tends to rub off on you even hours after sex and it gets harder to ignore the mixture of scents that lingers in your room.

Stepping out of the shower, you hum quietly to yourself and see Jungkook engrossed in playing a game on his phone. When you continue to hum, Jungkook drops his phone and stares at you like a deer caught in headlights.

“W-What are you singing?”

You chuckle, “Whoa, was I that bad?”

His face is a chiaroscuro, the right side illuminated from the lamplight, the left in soft shadow. But there’s something indescribable about his expression that you can’t seem to decipher as he stares at you guardedly.  

“N-No! I’m just ¬– what song is that?”

“It’s Euphoria,” you dismiss him casually, “By GCF. He’s a new Soundcloud singer whom I just discovered the other day. Heard of him before?”

“E-Er, no?”

“What’s with your reaction?”

“N-Nothing! I-It’s a nice song I guess.”

You beam, “Yeah, I think he just started his singing career, but I really like his voice. Makes me feel all soft inside.”

“Soft, huh?” A teasing smirk inches its way onto the edges of Jungkook’s lips, “I thought you only like listening to rap music.”

“Geez, can’t I have a diverse taste in music?”

“No.”

“Bitch,” you roll your eyes in faux annoyance, “Remind me to send you some of his music.”

“I-It’s fine… I can just search it up myself.”

You grab your phone, ready to unlock it, “No wait, let me just play his song—”

Whatever you’re about to say is lost when Jungkook reaches for you and cuts you off with a kiss. Heat sinks low in your belly when he catches your lower lip and tugs at it roughly. He rests his hands onto the tapers of your waist, before going south to cup over the curve of your ass, causing you to drop your phone on the bed. A deep spike of pleasure pulses in his abdomen when your eyes widen, a soft sound passing through your lips that only he has the privilege of hearing.

That night, the sex is a little different.

Jungkook roams languid kisses everywhere – your lips, jaw, the column down your throat, clavicles and down the valley of your breasts and you let him trace love notes all over your skin.

It’s a feeling that you two are used to. The sound of his pants being unzipped as he unravels you, your tongue feeling heavy with his. The crescent marks of your nails on Jungkook’s back as he thrusts into you with unbridled ardour, never losing eye contact with you. The breathy praises on your skin till it’s almost scalding, like pure propulsions of energy looping into stellar spaces, burnished suns flaring radiant.

Jungkook coaxes sounds out of your mouth like he’s tugging at your heartstrings, drawing out symphonies and melodies trapped beneath your tongue, until the room echoes with a mixture of curses and moans, until there’s nothing but Jungkook and only him on your mind.

You don’t fall asleep immediately that night.

While Jungkook’s face is tucked into his pillow, lips slightly parted, and breaths calm and soft against your sheets, you comb your fingers through his hair, liking how his locks feel soft like rose petals between your fingers.

When dawn arrives and slowly paints the world a pale rose and the noise of the city is muted outside, you bury your face into the dips of his shoulder blades as your mind continues to swirl, absorbing Jungkook and everything about him. How he smells like the smell of clean linen and peach, a light musk that sits heavy and familiar, how you can’t shake the phantom smell of Jungkook’s cologne on your skin.

In all honesty, it hurts. You’ve never felt this susceptible to someone’s gaze or touch and it fills you with nothing but with further want for him.  

Friends with benefits aren’t meant to be like this. They aren’t supposed to have such tenderness laced into every touch. But the thing is, you’re well aware that you don’t just treat Jungkook as just a fuckbuddy, not when your body reacts to his touches like this, not when static seems to build beneath your bones every time he smiles at you with stars coruscating in his eyes.  

There are times you’ve thought about how maybe, just maybe he feels something different about you, like the way you feel about him, but you’re probably projecting your own feelings onto him, so you dismiss it without further thought.

You could make a home in the hollow of his hold. But for now, you’d just let the rise and fall of Jungkook’s chest lull you to sleep.

[you] [16:35] hello are you open for business today [16:36] i would like to make a dick appointment

[Big Dick Dude 👅] [16:36] hi yes, welcum [16:36] we have a slot from 8pm all the way till 9am the next morning [16:37] we provide dinner too. any preference?

[you] [16:37] i would like some nuggets with a Dick on the side [16:37] mega upsize for the Dick please  

[Big Dick Dude 👅] [16:37] Large size it is. okie dokies your reservation has been confirmed [16:37] n.e ways, want to hear a joke about my dick? [16:37] nevermind, it’s too long

[you] [16:38] sorry can i cancel my appointment? i don’t remember asking for a lame willy  

Jungkook always delivers and you’re not just talking about nuggets, bubble tea, and his Big Dick on the side. He always delivers, whether it’s his promises or fleeting remarks that you don’t even remember him saying. After months of being physically intimate with him, you learn that Jungkook is everything you thought he would be, and at the same time so much more and it piques your curiosity.

You want to learn more about him, unravel him from inside and out, until you are confidently acquainted with the exact colour of his eyes, the sound of his laughter, and the little antics that just make him so charming and endearingly dorky – everything that makes him Jeon Jungkook.

“Strawberry milk tea for me, 100% sugar because why not, and a green milk tea with pearls, 30% sugar for my lady.”

Static gathers at your fingertips as Jungkook’s fingers brush against yours when he hands you your drink.

You ignore his attempt to flirt, “You remember my order?”

“Of course,” he says a little too quickly and regrets immediately, “I-I mean, it’s a simple order… Pretty sure my one braincell can at least remember it.”

Smiling softly, you pull him into an embrace, while he rests his chin on the top of your head, taking advantage of the extra centimetres in height he has on you.

The light coming from your bed lamp allows the brush of his lashes to be shadowed onto the perfectly sculpted apples of his cheeks. From where you’re standing, you swear you can see a little blush making camp on his cheeks and you’re smacked once again with heavy realisation that your fuckbuddy is unbelievably ethereal.

Not that you aren’t already aware of it, but Jungkook staring at you with such bright adoration in his eyes, the light scar etched on his cheek, which screams to be smooched, and the small mole on the side of his neck that has become your favourite spot to kiss, is really something else.

“Fucking date me already, bro,” you mutter under your breath as you nuzzle your face into his chest.

His warm eyes bore imploringly at you and you tense up almost immediately, feeling hot like there is a fire deep in your bones, washing your senses away. The thought of him agreeing to your casual tease crosses your mind as a fleeting thought, but it dies when Jungkook just brushes it off with a chuckle.  

“Only if you pay me.”

“You fucking wish.”

A reciprocal laugh escapes from Jungkook’s lips, but he thinks his heart has just done a pirouette at the sight of your smile.  

“So how was your day?” He whispers, tucking your hair behind your ear even though it doesn’t fall, just because he just likes touching you, because he wants to be near you all the time, “Hope it was as nice as my ass.”

You scoff, but there’s an amused smile on your face, “I actually don’t know if you’re being truly genuine or sarcastic.”

“Well, it depends on whether you think my ass is nice or not.”

“Hmm… Well, it’s not that nice as Taehyung’s… I’ll give it a 6 or 7.”

“What the fuck?” Jungkook gasps out loud dramatically, “Right in front of my salad? Take that back! You’re not allowed to talk about my friend’s ass in front of me.”

“Why can’t I?”

“Because I… You just can’t! That’s just… the bro code!” He shakes his head furiously and the little pout starts to form on his lips doesn’t escape your notice.

“That literally doesn’t make sense.”

“Bub... Do you really think his ass is better than mine?”

Despite the crude nature of his question, there’s a certain softness laced in his voice. He clutches your palm, his thumb idly gliding up and down the back of your palm so tenderly that it has the tips of your ears warming.

“Jeon Jungkook, are you jealous right now?”

“What? Of course not!”

“Well, I mean Taehyung does have nice fingers too, but I like yours more.”

“O-Oh, okay,” he mutters under his breath, continuing to rub circles into your palm silently.

A laugh leaves your lips as you pad over, “Dumbass. When I say that you have nice fingers, it means that I want them. In me.”

You’re grinning at him and he feels like his heart has grown fists because his sternum feels like it’s being battered.

“Fuck, your mouth is a sin.”

“You love it though,” you whisper sultrily, before placing your hand dangerously near his crotch and then dragging a finger over the length of his cock through his pants.

“Hell yeah I do.”

It’s whispered, barely louder than a breath and it’s more of a confession than Jungkook ever wants to admit.

Leaning in, his breath brushes over your bottom lip as he curls an arm around your neck to pull you closer. He leans forward, nose brushing against yours before he plants a kiss on your lips.

Your lips continue to dance over each other, heart skipping a beat whenever Jungkook sucks on your bottom lip. It’s a soft kiss, but also a hard fall, like plummeting a million miles an hour through time and space to land straight in the middle of heaven, the gates opening to reveal a beautifully blossoming feeling of unparalleled warmth and joy.

Maybe it’s against Jungkook’s better judgement when he presses another chaste kiss to the space between your eyes. Maybe that in itself is a very poor decision, because his feelings suddenly threaten to consume him completely.

Because in the deep tresses of his mind, he thinks he can hear bells ringing.

You can’t breathe, hands fisted in the front of Jungkook’s shirt, dizzy, lightheaded and hot all over. His teeth scrape over your bottom lip, which nearly makes your knees give out, and you barely have time to draw in a ragged breath before he greedily dives into the sensitive part of your neck for more. You tilt your head back, giving him free rein, and grip his bare shoulders so hard that you know it’ll leave red marks on his skin. You strangely like the idea of that.

He begins to nibble the pulse beneath your jaw fervently, eyelashes fluttering against the hinge of your jaw, till he sees a bruise beginning to blossom, his hand sneaking up your skirt. You try to break away from the pursuit of his kisses, but Jungkook is undeterred, planting kisses and nibbles down your jaw and to your breasts, prompting the smouldering lust crackling over your skin to only intensify.

Shuffling to the edge of the bed, his eyes rest on your features as you hover over him. Your fingers reach out to grab at the waistband of his pants and underwear, yanking them so that they pool around his ankles, before taking his dick in your hands.

You’re about to wrap your lips around the head of his cock when Jungkook cuts you off.

“Wait, how do you know that Taehyung’s fingers are nice? Do you stare at them?”

Your actions come to a halt and you let out a loud sigh in annoyance to mask the way your chest fills with so much fondness that it oozes out of every crevice of your body at Jungkook’s confused expression with his big doe eyes.

“Jeon Jungkook, I’m literally about to suck your dick. Does it really matter?”

Something cracks in his demeanour and he snaps after that. You can’t even remember how many times you fuck that night. Right after you suck Jungkook off, he’s hitched you up and pressed you up against the wall and fucked you rough and fast, just the way both of you like it. The second time is slower and less frantic. He’s stripped you of your clothes and thrown you onto the bed and pounded into you, slow and deep, until you’re keening and begging for more.

By the end of the night, you’re sore in so many places, with bruises painted all over your body like an artwork, and Jungkook is knocked out cold next to you, a heavy arm draped across your waist. As you relish in his warmth and weight beside you, the heightened thrum of your pulse continues to be cognisant at the under of your jaw, screaming in the distance.  

Three weeks into discovering GCF’s music, it’s become your life goal to never shut up about him. For someone who is a sworn rap fanatic (which is how you became friends with Yoongi because god, his taste in music is superior and he himself spits fire with no mercy), you’ve strangely become obsessed with GCF’s poignant music and his thematic exploration of love. It’s come to a point where you have every single one of his songs downloaded onto your phone and you visit his Soundcloud page every day without fail to check if he’s uploaded a new track or replied to comments.

There’s just something about his voice that manages to worm its way directly into your chest, where it’s festered into something so captivating that you can’t help but feel a meadowsweet summer warmth clamouring around your heart with giddiness on its heels. His voice has a certain sweetness, a softness that you could sometimes feel in the pit of your belly if you listen to him with your eyes closed.

You’re just a teensy bit butthurt that he hasn’t responded to your comment from last week – your really long and sweet comment about how much you could listen to him sing forever.

It also doesn’t help that Jungkook isn’t supportive of your fangirl antics and he proves it once again with the judgmental look he’s shooting you from your desk, while busying himself with a bowl of cereal at 2am. You’re unsure whether you should be the one judging him but then again, he is Jeon Jungkook after all.

"Why can’t you crush on an idol? You don’t even know how this dude looks like.”

You frown, pressing your lips together, “Stop being a hater. Isn’t that just the beauty of an underground artist?”

Rolling his eyes, Jungkook replies with an air of nonchalance, “Okay, but what if he’s a serial killer? Or a 50-year-old creep?”

“Chill dude, he said somewhere that he’s a college kid. That’s why he takes quite long to put out new releases.”

“He said that?”

“I think I read it somewhere in the comments,” you shrug, stealing another mouthful of Jungkook’s cereal just because you can, “Why?”

He ignores your question and snatches back the spoon in faux irritation, “So what else do you know about him?”

You shrug, staring at him a moment longer, “Nothing much, except for the fact that he’s hopelessly in love with someone because his songs are fucking sad and romantic, but you know what? I absolutely dig that aesthetic.”

Jungkook feels like his soul is being looked into, and for a moment there, he genuinely thinks that you’re tricking him into admitting the truth. It scares him to think that he might have been transparent and vulnerable with his feelings. But even if you suspect anything, if you’ve noticed any sort of hints in the way Jungkook acts or the things he says, you don’t show it.

“He is?” He manages to squeak out, eyes glued on his now empty bowl.

“What’s with you questioning everything about him?”

“Nothing… It’s just… this guy seems dodgy. He doesn’t even sing that well. And what does GCF even stand for? Greatest common factor?”

“Oh my god, shut your nerdy trap!” You gasp, mouth agape, “And who are you to say that? You can’t even sing!”

You hit him with your pillow, but Jungkook, being the all-rounded guy he is, deftly catches it with a tight smile, “Remember that time when you tried singing to Justin Bieber – I swear I thought my mirrors were about to shatter!”

This only prompts an eyeroll from him as he’s brought back to the memory of him purposely screeching at the top of his lungs when you blasted Justin Bieber.

He doesn’t like lying to you, but he hasn’t quite decided on how he wanted to break the news to you. Does he simply just confess to you one day about him GCF all along? That all his songs are about you? That the person he’s hopelessly in love with… is you?

He doesn’t know, but he knows that he’s fine with whatever he has with you now. It’s an easy habit, the way you immediately scooch over to your side of the bed to make room for Jungkook. It’s just as much of a habit the way he immediately throws an arm over your waist, sturdy chest against the small of your back and legs entangled for extra heat The cuddle fest resumes, but when Jungkook presses his nose against the exposed skin at the base of your neck and sighs quietly, you realise that something’s off.

“You okay, Pingu?”

“Mmm fine.”

Your eyes are patient, fond, as you turn over to trail your fingers down his face, over the apple of his cheek and the corner of his mouth, brushing gingerly over his lower lip.

“Want to talk about it?”

Closing his eyes, he sighs, “Nah, it’s okay.”

He could not be content with the joyful contemplation of your eyes and your golden heart. Not even for a second could he let this love dwell upon his senses– because he knows he’s going to let you down at the end of the day.

The apartment falls quiet. Within the moment of silence that falls between you two, you think about how you two have shared so many silences, the quiet and steady presence of unwavering and unconditional support – that you no longer feel the need to fill them up with conversation. So you allow yourself to enjoy his sweet presence, the peachy smell of his shampoo, and the steady rise and fall of his chest.

“What are you thinking about, Pingu?”

There’s a beat of a pause that lingers between you, the gleam in the caramel of his eyes sparkling with something akin to lust as he attacks your neck with a violent raspberry to your neck.

“You.”

Your heart leaps at your throat and you feel warmth simmering under your skin, sitting high on your cheeks.

“What about me?” You ask, skimming your fingertip down Jungkook’s chest.

Shivering slightly at the contact, the smallest of smirks inches into the corner of his mouth, “The number of bad things I want to do to you.”

Your lips curl up, resembling his as you whisper breathily into his ear, “Want to know what I’m thinking about?”

“Hmm?”

Your eyes are filled with mirth, a little sinister, mostly playful, inviting him to inch closer and you reach for the crook of his neck, lips coming into contact with his sensitive spot that you’re very familiar with. He moans when he feels the light suck of your teeth and the curve of your evil grin forming against his skin.

“How much I want you to do those bad things to me.”

And Jungkook’s heart stutters in his chest, his head spinning at the propinquity, the intimacy of it all, and the love in his chest blossoming and spreading throughout his body.

Jungkook is well aware of the fact that he is indeed an idiot. Him and feelings? An irreconcilable combination. He’s accepted this. While he’s decent in his grades and talented in many areas, he doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing with you. His hands have minds of their own whenever you’re near and his mind goes short-circuit. Especially when he sees you with a dude he doesn’t recognise at the study lounge.

Something heavy and uncomfortable settles in the pit of his stomach at the sight. He’s always been mildly aware that you have a life outside of catering to his every whim, but this is the first time he’s been slapped in the face by the fact.

Squinting his eyes, he realises that you’re sharing your earpiece with the unidentified dude and he becomes super vigilant of your little mannerisms – how your face is lit up as you’re laughing and how your shoulders are brushing against the dude’s too much to his liking.

You’re always smiling when you’re with him. He’s not quite sure he’s seen the expression slip from your face, laced in the curve of your mouth and the crinkles of your eyes. It's another little detail, just one from his burgeoning list of things that he finds attractive about you. He wonders if he could be the only reason for your smile. He wants to be, desperately wants to, but he’s not sure if he’s capable of doing so. And he’s angry at himself for not believing that he can do so. Maybe it’s better if he doesn’t tie you down, maybe you’d be better off with some other dude.

Maybe he shouldn’t be so selfish.

But he wants to be. When it comes to you, he wants to be selfish. He feels like he’s in a trance, fallen straight into the web you’ve woven around him, and he can’t get out because something in him turns green.

“Pingu!”

You beam at the boy standing awkwardly across the room, totally forgetting to keep your cool when your eyes land on his outfit. You have to stop yourself from drooling at how good he looks in his usual black button-down and dark jeans, the wide planes of his chest and the strong curves of the muscles in his arms.

When he walks over, his cologne wafts through the air and you have to will yourself not to have any dirty thoughts from how well his button-down stretches across his shoulders.

“Hey babe.”

Jungkook’s eyes zero in on your face, vaguely fleeting to the boy’s beside you, and shoots him a quiet seething glare when his eyes land on the proximity of your shoulders. For a split moment, he looks down at your phone and sees that you’re on GCF’s Soundcloud page – listening to his newest single, “Nothing Like Us” and his heart pummels to his stomach, softening a little.

“Boyfriend?” The guy perks up beside you, wariness evident in his tone.

You gently slap him on the shoulder in laughter, “Oh, we’re not together—”

“Yes, we are. Let’s go, bub.”

“Pin—”

Jungkook doesn’t wait up, grabbing your things and shoving them in your bag like you’re in a mad rush. It’s impossible for him to think straight. His mind has become an unrecognisable labyrinth that he has difficulty navigating, sent into a turmoil.

As he pulls you out of the lounge, fingers firmly intertwined with yours, warmth encapsulates your heart and cheeks, like sunlight melting on your skin in molten gold.

“I texted you,” he begins quietly, focusing on the ground and everywhere, except on your face as you desperately search for his eyes.

“Sorry, I didn’t see. Was busy doing work with Minhyuk.”

At once, Jungkook’s vision flares red, glinting in the smooth obsidian of his eyes, “Don’t say his name.”

“W-What?”

He doesn’t answer and continues to tug you through the hallway.

“J-Jungkook? Where are we going?”

Realisation hits you when he brings you to an empty classroom – you recognise it as the old classroom that nobody ever uses – and a chill runs down your spine when the sound of the door being locked echoes throughout the room.

He pushes you against the wall, hands perched next to your head and you can't stop staring at his biceps, revelling in the way his arms flex whenever he moves.

“Strip,” he orders sternly, nipping at the lobe of your ear.

“H-Here?”

Jungkook has shared his kinks with you and you’ve never pegged him to be one for classroom sex, though you’ve got to admit that you’re turned on as well at the idea of a desperate, quick fuck in a classroom. Something so raw and visceral about it that sends a hot rush of arousal through you.

“You need to be taught a lesson,” he quirks his brow and smirks, reaching to unbuckle his belt.  

“Pingu—”

His lips purse before a chuckle leaves him, breathy sound meeting a restless tongue, as he runs it over his lips, “Did I stutter?”

The glint in his eye is dangerous like he has a primal need to claim. It makes you feel even more like a prey put on display, all weak in the knees for him when he slowly traces the dips and curves of your face – your eyelashes that’s fluttering with every breath, that tiny mole below your right eye, and your rosy pink lips. His eyes continue to trail down to the marks painted all over your neck and he feels a strum of possessiveness and satisfaction swell in his chest, knowing that he’s the rightful artist of such masterpiece.

He unbuttons your shirt and tugs it over your head, almost ripping it in the process but refrains himself from doing so at the thought of you screaming at him afterwards.

He plants an open-mouthed kiss on your lips and your mouths move in perfect synchronisation, practiced and perfect, but still sloppy with desire, a little too loud, a little too heated. There’s a tangible frantic hunger in the way Jungkook kisses you, a desperate need in how his hands roughly clutch at your waist, like he’s trying to steal the air from your lungs.

“All mine,” he whispers, teeth finding the plump of your bottom lip, a gentle gnaw at the flesh. When he tugs at it, it burns an inferno into your chest, imprinting your so deepest desires to the edge of your mind.

“Oh god,” you sob into Jungkook’s mouth, winding your arms around his neck and pressing closer, kissing you through the ache in your jaw, through the ache between your legs.

He doesn’t hesitate to hitch you up and you wind your legs around his waist, sweeping your tongue across his lips. This is far from romance, miles away, but it feels so romantic when it’s this raw and aggressive, tasting so much like teeth and sweat, lips working in precise vigour.

It’s almost impossible to pull away and when you finally break apart, a strand of saliva connects your mouths together. You watch Jungkook’s swollen lips glisten with your own saliva alongside the flecks of gold in his eyes and the very sight sends an electrifying heat down to your arousal.

There's something about kissing Jungkook, the mere act of having his chest pressed against yours and arms wrapped around you that feels natural and right, like you’ve been doing this for years.

When you slot one of your thighs between Jungkook’s and rock your hips forward, he takes this time to trail soft kisses down the column of your throat. Your breath catches in your throat when Jungkook sucks at the underside of your jaw, where your pulse is at and lets his lips linger, mouth leaving the warmth of an invisible mark that makes you rightfully his, even if just for a second.

He presses another kiss to the corner of your mouth, before trailing his lips to the shell of your ear and whispers, “I’m going to ruin you. Going to fuck your brains out till you can only remember my name.”

His words prompt a gasp to escape your lips and he uses this as an opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth, coaxing another moan from you when he explores the inside of your mouth with his tongue and you let him, wanting him to explore every nook and cranny of your cavern.

“Going to fuck you silly, babe. Just the way we like it.”

It’s the deep timbre of his voice, almost a growl, that sends electricity to course through your veins, making you feel so fucking alive. It’s the way Jungkook’s shoulders barricade your leaner frame, which makes you feel so weak in comparison and dots your body with goosebumps, remembering the time he shoved you against the janitor closet and left a lovely bruise on your lower back and reminded you of the sheer force of his hips even days after.

“On your knees.���

And you comply wordlessly, sinking onto your knees as your hands find themselves holding onto his thighs for support.

He’s so fucking hot with the radiant flush on his face, hair sweaty and dripping onto his neck, shirt clinging like an extra layer of skin. Jeans tight around his thighs and oh, he’s saliently hard.

He tugs his jeans down impatiently, which land with a thud, and you watch with fascination as his thick, angry cock springs up and slaps onto his abdomen, precum already pearling at the tip.

“Open up, love,” he commands.

Before you can even touch his cock, he bends down to meet your eyes. Patting your head, he puckers his lips and spits, coating your tongue with his saliva in one sharp shot. You gasp at his sudden action but swallow, wanting to taste your wetness mixed in with his. His tongue twists against yours as he buries his fingers in between the silky strands of your hair, tugging it backwards, leaving you whimpering with desire.

“You like that, baby?” Jungkook whispers against your lips.

You can only moan again, unable to form coherent sentences, especially when he breaks away and slaps the head of his dick against your cheek, spreading precum there, and then on your tongue before guiding himself to the cavern of your hot mouth.

He curses underneath his breath when you stick out the flat of your tongue to lick around the slit, before kissing the head softly and smearing your lips with his precum.

Desperation peaks hot in the air around you two. This must be what it feels like to be on fire, so consumed by flames of desire. You peak up at him through your eyelashes and you watch as Jungkook’s eyes flash with something so carnal that it makes you want to take his dick deeper. You feel like you might just combust into ashes.

You wrap your lips around the velvet tip, beginning in a slow rhythm, swiping your tongue out as you savour the bitterness of it and sucking hard. Jungkook’s cock rests heavy on your tongue, throbbing at the wet heat of your mouth. Your hands reach forward to cup his balls, massaging them while you continue to suck around his head, eyes peeking upward every so often.

“Going to fuck your throat now, babe. Open wider for me, okay?”

You hum in response, before pulling away from his dick and return to slide back down again till you feel it hit the back of your throat. Jungkook reaches down and threads his fingers into your hair, right down to the base of your scalp. When he pulls tight, your lashes flutter, a breathy noise that sounds a lot like a moan spilling out of your swollen lips.

Jungkook pulls out slightly and you know what’s about to come. Using your mouth with no regards, he incessantly shoves his cock down your throat, satisfied by the disgusting gurgling sounds coming out of you. Your affirmation reeks of desperation, rolling out in ecstatic waves and ripples.

His mind is growing hazy, the sharpness dulling and the only thing he can think about is how good you feel around him. Fuck, no one chokes and slobbers on cock the way you do.

His hips continue to jerk faster desperately, catching and sliding right into the wet, hot vice of your throat, until his dick is buried warmly and snuggly at the back of your throat and the curved point of your nose is pressed against his pubic hair. In his mind, he thinks your mouth looks so fucking pretty stuffed with his cock.

You gag once again, tears forming at the edge of your tears, and it sparks something in Jungkook’s stomach. He wants to take you into bed, eat you out for hours and makes you orgasm till your vision goes black, till you know nothing but him and only him. But you’re not in your room and in fact in an abandoned classroom and as much as he wants to please you, he knows that the table isn’t the most comfortable. With that, he yanks you off him, which comes with a light ‘pop’ and a thread of drivel stretches from your lower lip to the crown of his shaft. You whimper at the loss of his dick, tears trickling down the high flush on your cheeks, and even then, he still thinks you look the prettiest.

Jungkook can barely get his fingers around himself, stroking once, twice, before he comes in thick spurts across your lips and chin.

Reaching behind, he gets a handful of your ass and easily hoists you up on top of the teacher’s desk. There’s a slap to the junction between your ass and your left thigh, the meaty flesh reddening and as much as it hurts, you love it when he’s rough with you. 

For a second, the world is black and then your shirts are tossed on the floor after much pulling and tugging, your bare chest heaving as you try to retrieve the breath that Jungkook seems to have stolen straight from your lungs.

He’s got you lying flat on the teacher’s desk before him, your skirt and underwear hanging carelessly around one of your ankles. His thumb darts right over your nipple, before he drags his tongue over it, sucking on it lightly and circling around it while he kneads the other with his palm and tweaks the bud between his knuckles. But what really sets you off is when he grinds the solid girth of his cock over your glistening centre teasingly. 

“Please don’t tease...” 

As your thighs engulf around him, he leans forward, letting his nose nuzzle at the apex of your cunt, where the scent of your sex is so strong.

You can’t see the lower of his face or mouth, only his nose and tendrils of hair stuck on his forehead, but you can definitely it as his tongue circles around your clit, trailing a fat stripe up your folds playfully and sucking at your wetness. A string of curses fall from your mouth, pleasure hot and sharp shooting through your veins to feed the tightening coil in your abdomen, and a sense of satisfaction hits him square in the chest when he hears his own name in the mix.

He relishes in the shaky gasp he coaxes out of you again when his teeth scrape lightly against the nub before the pearl a harsh suck. There’s nothing sweet or soft about the way he’s eating you out, but that doesn’t stop you from squeezing your thighs in between his head.

It’s a tidal wave, causing even more wetness to pool between your thighs when you feel a finger teasing at your entrance. He rubs you a few times more before easing the digit in, while his tongue continues to flick at your clit lazily as you throw your head back, hitting the desk lightly in the process but it feels so fucking euphoric. His finger is thick, so fucking long and thick and your tightness gladly invites the chafe of his finger, relishing in the way he makes you feel so full. 

“Fuck yeah, so good,” your fingers find themselves tugging in the tufts of his hair, weaving through his hair to push him closer to where you want him to be. Every stroke of his finger sends your cunt into a hot ocean of fuzziness and when he presses his nose flat against your mound, your hips rise off the table, a rampant fire fusing in your abdomen. Your brain is fogged with nothing but utter desire to have his dick right inside you. He doesn’t let up, inserting another finger, curling them against your wall and proceeding to fuck you raw, fast and rough.

“You’re so needy,” he smirks at how pliant you are, how much you crave for him.

He can feel you tightening against his fingers, your walls clenching unimaginably tight around him with every stroke and he pulls out before you can come. You don’t even have time to protest when he grabs his dick and gives it a few pumps, before lining himself in front of your cunt.

The velvet tip first circles around your clit, the feeling sending bolts of sparks through your abdomen and there’s a deep rumble that falls past Jungkook’s lips when he finally pushes his head into your cunt that makes you immediately clench around his shaft, bringing the inklings of stars behind his eyes.

He restrains himself for a moment, allowing you to adjust to the stretch and burn before you wriggle your hips the slightest bit and he knows it’s okay to continue. And then without warning, Jungkook rocks his hips forward, causing you to gag out loud, as his hips continue to roll up, drowning you in a white-hot heat. You keen shamelessly, loving the thickness and girth buried inside you to the hilt.

“Can’t believe the tightest pussy is mine.”

He wants to close his eyes and lose himself in this in the heat of your bodies, but he doesn’t want to look away. There's a shine on your cheeks and the expression on your face is caught in a euphoric bliss that Jungkook feels electric in his blood, the air between you two charged and alive.

“All mine.”

It’s been months since the two of you started this – this downward spiral into a mess of feelings that could never quite be spoken out loud, but understood nonetheless. But sex is always so good and you two are always so needy, so desperate, like you could never get enough of each other. And after all these months you’re supposed to be used to his thickness, you’re supposed to be used to the way his cock buries way too deep inside you, but you always feel like it’s the first time – your every nerve ending is alive and electric beneath your skin, receptive to each of Jungkook’s touches and sounds.

You can feel every drag of Jungkook’s cock inside you, every curve and line sliding against your walls, hitting that little bundle of nerves inside you that has left you babbling nonsense and drool dripping down your chin.

“Whose cunt is this?” His voice is dangerously gentle, but he’s looking into your eyes with eyes that are hooded and sharp by blazed arousal, the usual comets in them diminished and hidden behind the otherwise darkness of his irises, framed prettily by wispy lashes.

Your teeth sink down on the flesh of your bottom lip, red and bloodied in your attempt to somehow distract you from the overbearing stretch his cock tugs at your walls.

“Y-Yours!”

“Whose?” A low groan rumbles from deep in his throat, the sound bordering on animalistic, which sends tremors of desire to thrum through your veins.

He knows how to pry everything from you. How to get you to scream, shake from pleasure, how to get you to claw at his back like an animal and you love that about him.

“Yours, Jungkook. All yours.”

Finally, desire ricochets through his abdomen and the last tendrils of his noisy thoughts drift away, leaving him floating, the only sensation he knows at that moment is pleasure and the feeling of being inside you. He’s so out of breath when you rake angry red lines down his back in return, but he doesn’t mind. 

He wants all the scratches and bruises from you. He wants it all and he wants it hard.

Propping himself on his forearms so they frame your face, he brings up his foot to rest on the table leverage and pushes two fingers into your mouth. 

“Suck my fingers, yeah? You’re doing so good for me, bub. So good.”

You don’t protest, almost submissive under him, eyes obsidian and clouded with lust, sucking his fingers and revelling in the weight and fit of them in your mouth

At the crude sight of you, Jungkook pulls out of your cunt almost all the way, before slamming back into you with sickening precision, finally able to fulfil the primal, animalistic need and urge to act on his feelings and give you the best fuck you’d ever have. A choked moan is drawn from both of you as his length drags against your walls, hitting a spot deep inside you that has your back arching off the table, keening shamelessly as wet squelches and constant snapping of your skins resound the room.

He continues to pound harder into you, driving you into a delirious, babbling mess. Perhaps it’s the angle, but the way his hips snap into you, ploughing into that same sensitive spot over and over and over again, has you clutching desperately at his nape for stability.

You look so good like this. So soft beneath him. So close to him with your pretty tits snug against his chest that it feels like your heartbeats are in sync, falling into an echo of one beat together.

The desk whines under the weight and motion, but he continues pounding into you, bodies rocking to meet each other. Each rock of his hips sends you closer over the edge, the tip of his girth hitting just the cushion of your cervix, bodies rocking to meet each other.

His head dips, capturing your nipple and suckling gently before he nips at it, taking it between his teeth and pulling gently. The moan that tears from your throat is more than desperate and needy as he continues to grab onto your breast for support. 

Having been your sexual partner for months, he knows when it’s getting too much for you. He can tell by the way your eyes quiver and start to roll back and his fingers instinctively intertwine with yours as a way to help you relax as he rocks you through your orgasm, toned thighs and balls hitting against the backs of yours.

“Fuck, give it to me Jungkook. Please!”

A fizzle akin to a firecracker trails down to your legs and you fall back onto your elbow, your other hand firmly interlocked with Jungkook’s as he hike your leg over his shoulder and fucks you with the same vigour, feeling the weight of his cock inside you and his balls, heavy and full slapping against you. You keen at the new angle, feeling so full of him, and when you come, your entire body shakes and Jungkook holds you through it all, whispering love notes into your hair, against the shell of your ear, thumb tracing circles on your hip, soothing and reassuring.

He soon follows, spilling spurts of his warm cum inside you, harder than he ever has, your warmth a comfortable stroke to the ridges of his dick. For a few seconds, all he sees is the murky red of the inside of his eyelids. You’re still pulsing around him, clamping his dick with your warm walls, breath like staccato in your throat while he sucks at your neck, both instinctually trying to stake a claim for the best fuck ever.

The silence between you two is refreshing as you take a moment to catch your breaths.

Jungkook watches as your chest heaves with each breath, looking properly wrecked with a glazed look in your eyes. When he pulls out of you from oversensitivity, his eyes are fixated on his cum that’s dribbling out of you and he registers that nothing could be more enticing and beautiful than seeing your rosy pink pussy swollen and painted with his seed. He wants to come inside you all day. It boggles his mind, how close and intimate he yearns to be with you, how he has surrendered his heart to you on a silver platter.

He raises a hand to your neck, fingers brushing lightly on the florid bruises, his touch soft and longing.

“You’re so pretty,” he whispers in a saccharine tone, corners of his pretty lips curving upwards into a grin, “All for me.”

You blush fervently at the sudden change in demeanour, still reeling from all the feelings coursing through you. Jungkook’s back to being the soft, doe-eye bean that you adore.

“And you’re like a dog. So fluffy.”

You squeeze his cheeks until his lips pout out like a fish.

Shoving your hand away, he scrunches up his nose and breaks into a blinding smile, the warmth spreading down to his toes, “Can’t believe you’re calling me a dog after I just had my dick in you. Way to ruin the mood.”

“Can’t believe you dragged me into a classroom because you got jealous.”

The flush on Jungkook’s face only darkens and he’s forced into quiet submission, shaking his head and muttering a quiet fuck you, but he doesn’t deny it.

“Wear this, your shirt looks ruined.”

Jungkook hands his sweater over and you take it gratefully, pulling it on, and for a moment, you let himself take a deep breath, the spell-binding musk of his cologne making you feel warm and safe. You find yourself slipping again into that safe, content state that you always feel whenever you’re with him. And just like this, you’re back to falling into Jungkook and the galaxies collapsed into the coracles of his eyes.

“So, when are you planning on telling her?”

Jungkook hates how straightforward Yoongi is sometimes with no patience for bullshit.

“I don’t know,” he mumbles, shoulders drooping low.

“Kid, you know you can’t hide this from her forever. It would be easier if she wasn’t a fan, but she’s obsessed with you and your other alias.”

“I didn’t think she was going to find me… All I wanted was to post my music somewhere. I didn’t think this far.”

“Kook, she’s in love with GCF, your songs, your lyrics – I think she deserves to know.”

Jungkook shakes his head profusely, “It’s not that easy, hyung. When she finds out that all the songs are about her, I’m fucked.”

“Why do you assume that?”

“I just… When she finds out that I’m hopelessly in love with her, she’s going to hate me and whatever we have is going to be ruined.”

Yoongi shakes his head and looks up at the ceiling, praying to god for strength to pull through. He doesn’t know how to deal with his idiot friend and his equally idiot of a crush. It’s pretty common knowledge that Jungkook has a crush on you – if his intense aflame yearning for you could even be labelled as a crush – so big that he has dedicated his entire underground singing career to you in secret. But it’s also common knowledge that Jungkook is dumb – living in his own little bubble with his deteriorating one braincell.

“You think too lowly of yourself, kid.”

Jungkook doesn’t reply, distracted by the notification that flashes on his phone.

[you] [14:56] listen to this!!! i love his cover

His heart falls. He is confused. He is beyond confused – he is conflicted, stupefied, disoriented and madly disturbed and even that is an understatement. He feels like he’s falling like a feeble autumn leaf from the gust of wind into a bottomless pit.

Drowning in a whirlpool of emotions he doesn’t even know he had the capability of feeling.

A smothered voice at the back of his mind starts to question your relationship. You two have shared so many words, so many late nights spent talking to each other even when you’re too tired to keep your eyes open, so many afternoons spent laughing over one braincell moments and food and so many instances unravelling each other physically and emotionally.  

He truly questions himself – whether the weightless impossibility that he feels around you could be love. He’s never been in love, like really what is love? What’s the difference between liking and loving someone? Each emotion feels so vivid, from the calm to the happy to the quiet.

He’s not sure if he loves you, or he’s in love with you, but sometimes he thinks that he could be, when he feels the lingering sweetness of your heart on his tongue, tastes the heavy redness of want beneath your teeth, and yearns for the softness of your body when he’s in class.

You’re a faraway planet and Jungkook wishes to settle his arms into their orbit around you.

Still, he wouldn’t risk something so delicately special for a thought that comes and goes fleetingly, in stolen pockets of time when the sky shifts from muted geranium to deep violet.

Even if it is love he has for you, even if this love could be made for movie screens, Jungkook knows that it’ll leave both parties broken. He knows that you deserve better, more than a guy who secretly writes songs about you because he doesn’t have the courage to love you loudly and wholly, like the bells ringing in his ears whenever his eyes land on you.

It doesn’t take a lot for you to realise that Jungkook has resided back into his shell. He’s been avoiding you for the last week and you kind of hate it when he gets like this, closed-off and hard to reach.

The thing about your relationship with Jungkook is that it’s a big nebula. While the two of you fuck around on a daily basis with supposedly no strings attached, Jungkook has also become one of your best friends.

As mischievous as he is charming, endearingly shy and heartbreakingly sweet, he’s just really nice to be with and it makes you falter, knowing how unconditionally Jungkook cares for you and vice versa. When you need someone to talk to, you often find yourself calling him, in which he’ll have no qualms about coming over, even at three in the morning.

This time, you fight the urge to call Jungkook again. The heavy want to hear his sweet, calming voice before you fall asleep is strictly romance territory, and you’re definitely not together with him, but you want to tell him about your day. The new movies you’ve watched, the songs that you’ve discovered, GCF’s new track that reminds you of him. You’ve been sending song recommendations to Jungkook. You want to share all the music you love with him, because they all remind you of him, because all the songs are about love, because they are all about how you feel for him.

But after much radio silence, you’re beginning to wonder if he even gives a shit about you. Deep down, you know that he does – he’s always been treating you a little differently, like you’re someone he holds dear to his heart. At least, when you’re together, just the two of you like this, he makes you feel as if you’re someone special and dear to him. And when another track of GCF plays in the background, you wonder: how nice would it be, if the lyrics reflect how Jungkook feels about you. Maybe this is how galaxies come into a pleasant, mutual collision.

[Big Dick Dude 👅] [2:34] you asleep?

You stare blankly at your phone, your instinct to pick it up and answer him immediately battles with the pettier side of yourself wanting to ignore him. The thought crosses your mind for only a second or two before you dismiss it.

[you] [2:35] nope

[Big Dick Dude 👅] [2:35] can i come over?

[you] [2:36] okie [2:36] i’ll leave the door unlocked for you

As the night transitions into a lighter grey and warmth sinks deep into their skin, Jungkook thinks that you look prettiest like this, sprawled across the mussed up sheets of your bed with the soft moonlight that makes the lilacs around your neck and chest gleam in gold.

“You’re staring,” you accuse, but your eyes crinkle up at the corners.

There’s a momentary hesitation flicker in Jungkook’s eyes and you part your mouth, ready to tease him even further, but your heart gets caught in your throat when he replies.

“How could I not?” He presses you closer to him, making sure there’s as little space between your bodies as he can possibly manage, “I could look at you all day.”

Everything feels a little hazier, a little gentler, a little warmer all at once and it’s not just due to the heat simmering under your skin, tinging your cheeks a translucent pink. It’s also due to the stars in Jungkook’s eyes that come to live, smiling at you with their pristine pearly teeth.

He’s always tender after sex – all soft touches and tender words. It’s always a fight between warm and soft and hot and hard when it comes to Jungkook. And it’s exactly this clashing dichotomy that makes you so attracted to him and the low voice coming from those lips that glisten with a pretty, rosy swell.

“Bub,” he whispers, more to himself than to you.

He rests his hand in the dip of your side, fingertips gliding along the grooves of your ribs and raising goosebumps on your skin, as if his small touches are signals that he wants you within his reach, scared that you’ll leave.

“Yeah?”

His tone slips into something softer, “Can you… Can you smile for me?”

“What?”

You turn to look at him with a questioning look, but you’re greeted by the undeniable loneliness that overwhelms the monsoon of his obsidian eyes.

“Smile for me, bub.”

Your eyes narrow at his weird request, but eventually relent anyways, breaking into a soft smile as you run your fingers through his locks out of habit.

Jungkook feels his heart soar to an enchanting level of complete and utter rapture at the sight, feeling as light as he does heavy.

Upon his conflicted expression, the tilt of your lips fades into something more serious, “You okay?”

“Why?”

“I don’t know, you’ve just been a little off these few days. I kinda miss the old Pingu.”

“Sorry… I’m just stressed.”

“About?”

There’s a heavy silence in the moments following your question, hanging between you two.

Jungkook wants to tell you. That he’s currently putting up a full album with the help of Yoongi. He wants to tell you everything, confess to you that all his songs are about you, and he knew he was fucked when you found out about GCF because he never thought that his songs would reach you.

“About school stuff… Nothing important.”

Lies.

You could sense that he’s been wanting to tell you something for the longest time and you’re about to pursue it further, but upon seeing the hard rock expression on his face, you know better than to probe. He’ll tell you when he’s ready.

“Okay,” you whisper back, so quietly it would have vanished in the wind and the distant noise of the city, “You have all my support, you know that right?”

Jungkook feels his skin tingle, especially when you slot your head into the crook of his neck, lips resting lightly against his pulse.

“I—” He opens his mouth, “Yeah I know.”

There’s a sheen in your eyes before the air leaves your body in a rush. You lift your hand to brush your fingers against Jungkook’s lips, before shuffling forward to plant a kiss on the corner of his right eye. You linger, breathing like a fresh spring against his face, and then pull back.

As your hands find the courage to explore the soft material of his shirt, you run your fingers over the buttons, curling into him and delicately ghosting over his skin that you yearn to kiss with your lips, lick with your tongue, mark with your teeth and bruise with your nails.

He strokes up and down your side rhythmically, but doesn’t seem to have any motive behind the touch, so you let him despite the goosebumps forming on your skin and the zap of electricity that runs down your spine.

You stay like this for a long while. It feels right, somehow, like this is the universe's plan for you two. Soon, you fall asleep to the rise and fall of his chest, to his steady breaths, to his fingers intertwined with yours. And you know that when you wake up, Jungkook will be here right beside you, like always.

“You two are so domesticated, you know that right?”

You purse your lips at Jiyoon, eyebrows slightly furrowed, “What are you talking about?”

“You act like a couple,” she says matter-of-factly and continues at your dumbfounded expression, “Have you seen the way you two act around each other? You might think you’re just fuckbuddies, but dude… anyone can see that you two are fucking whipped for each other.”

You’re not oblivious. You know for one that you’re someone who will go all in on someone, give your 100 fucking per cent and have your heart dangling out on your sleeve just for the taking. You know what it means when your heart jackhammers whenever Jungkook smiles at you with the warmth of a summer day curved in it and when you get a little weak in the knees from his touch. You know what it means when your room smells a little different – when your mind only registers Jungkook’s smell and nobody else’s.

And you know what it means when Jungkook is the only who can affect you like this and he’s the only person who’s ever affected you like this.

The little instances of watching Netflix with Jungkook and doing homework together before fucking till the wee hours of the night – and just simply being together – have stuck with you as kind of romantic and domestic. He’d drop by your apartment at random times of the day, sometimes even before you’re back, already rummaging through your fridge, and you’d just shake your head at his barbarian behaviour and order takeout. These are few and far in between, but they’ve given you a glimpse of what things could be like.

With Jiyoon’s words settling heavily at the back of your mind, a tangle of what ifs and what could bes, you call Jungkook over that night and ask him to fuck you like he means it. You don’t miss the number of times he hesitates to ask what’s wrong, but he doesn’t upon seeing your distressed face.

Your relationship with him, without actually having any resemblance of a relationship, is really starting to worry you. You don’t know what Jungkook’s thinking – you’ve never really known what thoughts rush through the waterfall in his mind, but he’s always doing these pseudo-romantic gestures that probably don’t mean anything and it’s scaring you. The way your body reacts to even the slightest touch from him is absolutely terrifying.

The way your body wants and it continues to want – it yearns to be intimately connected with him. Because your mind knows that nothing can ever top the feeling of him being inside you, especially when he eases two of fingers inside of you, sinking all the way down to the knuckles.

A shiver traverses your figure when he pulls out slightly, only to piston his fingers into you again mercilessly at your g-spot. But before he can sink you onto his dick, your stomach growls, as if announcing to the entire world that it has been waiting forever for this exact moment.

“Bub, you hungry?” He bites softly at your earlobe, chuckling lightly.  

“N-No—”

He stares at you with the celestials in his eyes and you know that he’s not simply asking for the sake of doing so, “What do you want to eat? I think we still have ramen left.”

Your heart skips at how he refers to the two of you as we. Technically, he’s not wrong, considering how he’s been getting the groceries for your apartment that don’t just include cereal and milk.

His breath is coming out in warm swathes of air against your collarbones and you glance down to see his eyes, the slow blinks of his heavy lids, each breath laboured and potent with lust. Beyond that, you see utter fondness in each of his little starry friends.  

“You’re seriously asking me what I want to eat when you have your fingers in my vagina? Jeon Jungkook, you are one rare breed.”

He scoffs, planting a kiss on your forehead, and when he pushes himself off the bed, you know that he’s abandoning whatever intention he has of getting off to make a run for the kitchen, “I’m just me.”

And right at this exact moment, you’re utterly defenceless to the slaughter that your heart endures.

“Yeah,” you mumble, gazing at the back of his adorable, round head, your words lingering in the heavy air, “You’re you.”

It’s been ages since you went over to Jungkook’s apartment and you thought it’d be nice to drop him a surprise visit since he hasn’t been coming over. He’s always kept an extra key under his rug (hashtag just Jungkook things) and you’ve conveniently let yourself in, knowing that he’s probably at home because he has Wednesdays off.

Upon entering his apartment, you’re immediately greeted by a familiar voice wafting through the walls. You feel like you know the voice by heart. That voice… GCF?

Strange. While you’re an avid fan of the underground Soundcloud singer, you don’t recognise the song and you wonder if he has a new release that you don’t know about. You make a mental reminder to check out his Soundcloud page afterwards.  

“Pingu?” You call out, saunter towards his room that’s left slightly ajar. Easing the door open, you pop your head in and the sight hits you with a pang, drowning your heart in your chest.

“Jungkook…?”

At the sudden voice, the boy twists his head around almost immediately and shock crosses his face, his mouth dropping open slightly when he sees you standing at the door. He didn’t hear you calling for him and he sure didn’t expect you to show up at his apartment.

You stare blankly at his studio – equipment neatly spread across on his desk with a mic stand lowered to his face. You can vaguely make out the different equipment, having frequented Yoongi’s studio. Your eyes slowly shift to the rest of his room – his album covers pasted on his walls come into view and your chest tightens with a disconsolate, stifling feeling. His room looks so foreign as compared to the last time you were over.

How long has he been hiding this from you?

"You—you are…"

The sight of Jungkook’s face of shock (or is it guilt?) punches you straight in the gut. It's like the world's come down to the two of you again, just the two of you, at this moment.

“Bub…” He mumbles, finally finding his voice even though it's hard, especially with you staring at him straight in the face.

Suddenly, he’s hyper-aware of the deafening thud of his heartbeat, how his lungs seem to rattle behind his ribs and the unnerving churning in his stomach.

"That explains everything. Oh my god,” you gasp, “Oh my fucking god."

"I—"

You blink a couple of times, looking down at the floor before you slowly lift your eyes back to Jungkook’s again. You hold each other’s gaze for a few quiet seconds and he watches, almost in slow motion, how your lips part to his impending doom, hurt evident in your tone.

"You mean all this while, the Soundcloud singer that I’ve been gushing to you about was… you all along?"

He breaks his gaze from your face and mutters under his breath, “You weren’t supposed to find out.”

“Were you…” you mumble, voice tight, "Were you even planning to tell me at all?"

“Bub…”

"Yes or no?"

He casts his eyes to the ground, chin dropping to his chest, and remains silent.

The quiet plagues the room with heavy stagnancy, swallowing your bodies whole and caging them with its wings. Jungkook shuffles his feet in his seat, thinking about what he got himself into and sighs deeply.

"You wanted to continue to lie to me?"

“You weren’t supposed to find out,” he says, the words sounding sugar crystalised and rough in his throat, like the honey that trickled into his lungs from recording earlier has all hardened.

“So you wanted to, huh?” You close your jaw, the familiar stiff creaking adjusted to a sharp snap and you shut your eyes.

Jungkook’s chest rises with a shaky exhale, “I wasn’t ready to tell you.”

“All this time when I was talking about GCF and recommending his songs to you, I was actually talking about you? And you just let me?”

“It’s not like that, I—”

“Jungkook,” you exhale, a tremor laced in your words, “You know… You never want me to know anything about you. I tried so hard to get you to open up and I thought that maybe you’ve finally let me in. Maybe because I’m special to you. But I was wrong this whole time. You don’t trust me. You never did.”

There’s a crack in Jungkook’s armour. Something flickers across his features that look a lot like hurt and he begins to frown, brows pulling taut at the centre, “Maybe you pushed me too much! Why do I need to tell you everything? We’re not even together for fuck’s sake.”

Every syllable from Jungkook’s mouth sends a wave of searing coldness down your spine and echoes throughout the apartment. He closes his mouth instantly, regretting his brash words, and even more at the vacant expression on your face.

For moments and moments, the world seems to hang on a thin gossamer thread, suspended in static.

“Right,” you mutter dejectedly with a shattered expression, mouth parted and chest expanded with a breath that you haven’t let go of, “You’re right. We’re not.”

“I—”

“This was a mistake. Right from the very beginning. Don’t know why I tried. I should have known…”

The words ring in Jungkook’s ears before it's even properly out of your mouth.

“Known what?”

You shoot a glare at him and you hope that he can see the newfound contempt that you have for him blazing in your eyes. Your throat suddenly starts to ache, a ghost of tears already running down the breadth of your oesophagus, setting your entire body on fire.

“That you wouldn’t let me in. That you wouldn’t want my heart if I handed it to you on a silver platter. That I’m fucking stupid for thinking that you’ll actually like me back.”

“Wha—”

You don’t hear him out, turning on your heels. Maybe this is why he doesn’t like you coming over. Maybe that’s why he’s been avoiding you.

When you go to sleep alone that night, every single limb of yours feels heavy with exhaustion, aching with agony. Jungkook’s scent lingers stronger in your pillows and sheets, your mind only registering his scent and nobody else’s, and suddenly your bed feels a little too big, a little too empty.

"I’m not going to say I told you so, but I fucking told you so.”

Yoongi comes stomping into Jungkook’s room in a blaze of anger and indignation, lips pulled back in a snarl and eyes narrowed into slits.

Jungkook flinches at his tone, but looks up from his laptop like nothing's wrong. Nothing’s wrong, besides the headache pulsing between his temples and the fact that he has fucked things up with you beyond repair.

"She called me yesterday. Started crying on the phone.”

“She cried?” Jungkook winces, heart plummeting to the lowest pit of his stomach.  

“Yeah.”

“Sorry,” he mumbles under his breath, not knowing what else to say.

"You know, to be very honest, you guys make it seem like the world is ending."

"What—"

"It’s not that deep, you know? You write songs for her, she loves listening to them. You’re both in love with each other.”

"We’re not—"

"Don't give me that shit," Yoongi snaps, "You can keep denying, Kook. But I can tell from the way you look at her. The way you act when she’s around. It’s my first time seeing you like this… You’ve never acted like this with anyone.”

Jungkook inhales deeply, holds it, then exhales through his nose. Around him, everything is silent and still.

"And I think you very much know why you hid it from her in the first place.”

"I don’t.”

"You do."

Yoongi’s frown deepens, creasing the smooth skin between his eyebrows, "You’re scared that she’ll get disappointed knowing that you’re GCF all along. The guy who writes beautiful, romantic lyrics, the guy who sings his heart out. You’re scared that you’re not what she hoped you to be.”

Jungkook remains silent.

“But you know what’s ironic here? She’s in love with you. And she’ll love you even more when she realises that you’ve been writing songs about her. All for her.”

Loss comes entangled in love; insisting its way into little spaces in between skin and bone, and once inside, it seals the door and never leaves. It builds a home.

You should have known.

Stringless sex is easy until someone catches feelings – and what’s supposed to be casual and simple turns into something messy. You should have known that you were fucked from the get-go. The two of you have been warm bodies, seeking each other out after long nights and hard weeks, skin to skin, nothing but terrifying and intense, but so, so wonderful.

You should have known that someone like Jeon Jungkook would come whirling into your life, thrashing and maddening like the storm he is, would come sweeping you entirely off your feet, in his own little endearing Jungkook ways.

Endearing. Everything he does is endearing. Weirdly endearing, but still so, so endearing.

He’s the boy who eats cereal at 2am just because he’s hungry, the same dork who barges into your apartment at random times of the day to sleep on your bed and help you with your laundry, the boy who often drops his rice grains on his clothes and doesn’t hesitate to pick them up before shoving them back into his mouth. The boy who snacks on canned tuna directly from the can.

You shouldn’t be surprised that you’ve fallen for him. He’s always been there, ready to take your heart and it makes it so easy – too easy. Falling in love with him and having your heart torn apart by him is nothing like you’ve ever experienced, but it is so easy, like the first snowflake during winter, so light, so at peace, like destiny.  

Your heart soars through the clouds as you let the feeling complete you. It’s as if every inch of your body has been set aflame, but you strangely feel safe, letting yourself drown with his heart that pumps liquid gold through his veins.

Now the memories come flooding through your apartment floors like a movie scene. You think about his small mannerisms, the way he always listens to you, even when he doesn’t give two shits about the topic or looks disinterested, but he’s always listening quietly, and how he always seems to take care of the people around him in his own quiet ways. He cares and loves so fiercely and deeper than you could have ever imagined.

Getting used to Jungkook not being in your life proves to be way harder than it seems. You find yourself with tons of dead, empty hours that feel way too long and insufferable. It’s not the sex you miss, it’s more of the mere presence of him, his smile, the feeling of his fingers intertwined with yours. It’s the way his chest would rise and fall peacefully beside you, the way he’d share his favourite songs and movies with you, something you’d only convinced him to start doing recently, and the way he would banter with you over the dumbest of things and then make it up to you later on.

No matter how much you tell yourself that you’re upset at him, it doesn’t stop you from getting your hopes up every time your phone buzzes, only to be disappointed when it’s everyone but the boy you yearn to see. If only you could get some closure, but you can’t even bring yourself to initiate a conversation because there’s really nothing to say. It’s impossible to ask for an explanation, because you two were never anything. There was no us, regardless of whatever your heart has fooled you into believing.

Yet, your heart knows one thing: you’ve fallen in love with Jungkook in the quietest and gentlest of ways, almost as gently as the way he strokes your palm with his thumb, as gently as the way he looks at you, so impossibly fond it makes hope flourish in your veins.

And when your phone buzzes that night, you realise that your heart has always been right.

[googie ☁️🍞] [23:48] hey bub i know you probably don’t want to talk to me [23:48] but i’m having my first public performance as GCF this sat and i hope you can come [23:50] i missed you. a lot. you have no idea [23:51] i’m sorry for everything [23:53] really sorry

It takes every ounce of courage in you to leave your apartment that day for the campus music festival. Acts from the various school clubs and student artists are invited to perform, but the highlight of the evening would be the official debut performance of GCF. You’ve even heard that there would be media present to report on it.

You wonder how Jungkook is feeling. He’s probably dying inside, never one for crowds and unwanted attention and you wonder what made him decide to reveal himself. Could it be because of you?

When it’s finally time for GCF’s appearance, Jungkook’s blood fizzles with the sheer energy exuding from every corner of the pit. He glances at the crowd and finds himself dying a little more inside at the sheer amount of people gawking at him, anticipating him, including you, who’s stood rooted to the ground amidst the roaring sea of people.

He finds himself doing a double-take, heart caught in his throat like he’s not quite sure what’s in front of him is real, because there you are, looking as pretty as ever, staring right at him, your eyes slowly widening when you realise that he’s staring right back at you.

When he locks eyes with you, fizzy warmth fills you like a flooded street, a devastating kind that crashes right through you and throws you off-guard. He manages a smile, but his lips have a nervous, crooked curve to them and you watch him tug at the hem of his shirt anxiously.

There’s a love song written for you coursing somewhere through Jungkook’s blood and he breaks into a passionate belt when you offer him a soft smile.

His heart sinks once again. He probably should not be thinking about kissing the pretty curve of your lips when he’s supposed to sing and he fears that he’ll forget his lyrics because you’re here. Right in front of him, waiting for him to spill his heart out.

You’re here.

And that’s all that matters.

You realise that you’ve been holding yourself together by a thin thread and it snaps the moment Jungkook sings to you, for you. He always has this funny way of making you feel so special, looking at you like you’re the only person to exist, even now, when you’re surrounded by an entire crowd. As you listen intently to the lyrics, painful vines start to curl around your throat and thorns prickle over your skin. 

He continues to sing, the air around you two like running pages, his voice capturing you in a daze. He has reigned in the flitter-flutter heartbeats, blowtorched the butterflies in his stomach until there’s nothing but ash left in his chest and it kind of hurts, but right now, he’s going to sing, because this is how he is going to love you loudly and wholly, like the bells ringing in his chest.

The sky is painted with a violet flush hovering above the moon and the streets are quiet and aglow, pools of orange-yellow light being emitted from the lamp posts, distant sounds of the distant city echoing in the air. Everything around you is suspended in radiant city fog, soft in its vibrancy.

Not a word is exchanged between you two, with only the moonlight above your heads as the comfortable silence engulfs you in ellipses.

“Sing for me, Pingu.”

Jungkook’s gaze skims over your features in silent contemplation, “Bub…”

“Please?”

He doesn’t respond and you fear that he’s going to turn down your request, but then he starts singing softly and your heart gnaws at how pretty his voice in the darkness is.

Soft and crystalline, his voice hangs in the moonlight and drifts away with the stars, each word a drop of light, some of them whispered and some flawlessly held. His voice is huskier than you’d remember and its timbre sends shivers raking down your spine. You cannot emphasise how much better this is than listening to his songs on your earpiece.  

When he finishes singing, you ask, “Were you nervous just now?”

He chuckles, as if to ease the tension, “I was actually more nervous about you not showing up.”

“Pingu, of course I came,” you smile softly to yourself, “I wouldn’t miss your performance for anything and you did great – like you always do. I’m so proud of you.”

He smiles back at you as gently as the pretty pink sky of a fading summertime day.

“Did you know that I started singing because of you?”

You freeze.

“W-What?”

“It’s quite obvious that all my songs are about you, silly.”

“I—”

“They’re everything that I feel towards you, but couldn’t tell you.”

Your eyes flicker across his visage – he’s biting his lips anxiously and your heart gnaws.  

“D-Did you know?” He slowly begins again, careful with his words, “That I like you?”

“No,” you admit, biting your bottom lip, “but I hoped.”

Jungkook’s eyes become soft crescents on his face and wordlessly inches forward to close the breath of space between you two, cupping your face in his hands like you’re the most delicate flower he’s ever touched. He doesn’t look away from your eyes searching your gaze silently and you watch as the moonlight catches on the flecks of gold in melted brown.

If you went stargazing with him, it’d be pointless because you would spend the entire night staring at the little stars in his eyes and becoming acquainted with each of his starry friends.

“I knew though.”

The whisper is warm and enticing as the words are exhaled onto your lips, leaving trails of electricity to tingle on your skin in the rise of gooseflesh.

“Huh?”

“I knew that I was going to love you.”

At his words, the press of skin to skin is nearly overwhelming. Under the moonlight, the hint of a blush glows effervescently on his cheeks.

“And too much. Far too much,” he adds, the curve of his lips soft.

Heat sits high on your cheeks as his words linger in your ears. It takes awhile for you to fully register his words, though petals are already wildly blossoming between your ribs. He makes you feel like you’ve got an entire universe in you just waiting to happen.

“Y-You love me?”

He nods.

“Listen,” he takes your hand into his, his voice soft, “I don’t know how to define myself without you anymore. You’ve been such a big part of my life and you’re the only person who has such an effect on me. I miss you like crazy when you’re not around and I knew something was up when I kept on wanting to see your face, wanting to see you smile for me and that’s when I knew it wasn’t just sex anymore. It was hardly just sex between us, even from the very start.”

The words come out in a messy tumble, and if you aren’t focusing on his voice, you probably wouldn’t have understood them. Still, the unexpected confession sends you into a mild state of delirium, mind racing a mile a minute.

“But you… You deserve to be loved loudly. You deserve someone who isn’t afraid, who isn’t always fucking up.”

“Pingu,” you begin, enjoying how his nickname rolls pleasantly off your tongue, “I’ve always wanted you from the start. And then things got really messy even though we aren’t together and even now, I’m still scared that I’ll ruin whatever we have.”

The sound of crickets echoes around you two, mixed with the faint rustling of leaves and the melody of a chilly autumn night. Muted in the back of your throat, softly lulling in the back of your mind, loudly screaming from the heart shapes in his eyes, you see love.

“But if you must know, my feelings for you are beyond this universe.”

You take Jungkook’s hand in yours, tracing the lifelines of his palm, the deep crease that represents his mind, the curve of his heart, and the delicate vines that he carries with him.

“You love loudly, Pingu. You love me in every sense of the word in the gentlest and loudest of ways.”

And when he puts his hand on top of yours, it feels like your galaxies have collided and become yoked as one, his starry friends now orbiting your once solitary sun.  

“So…” He starts, rubbing his palm against the nape of his neck, “I was thinking…”

“Wow.”

He lets out a huge puff and attacks you with a fit of tickles, laughter shared in low pre-dawn voices.

“Oh my god, Pingu! Sorry, let me live!”

“You’re so annoying, but so adorable.”

“I could say the same about you.”

So I was thinking…” He repeats, his voice dropping to a soft dulcet whisper, “Hypothetically.”

You hum in response, relishing how Jungkook’s breath tickles warmly on the slope of your nose.

“Maybe we could go out…”

“Like right now? It’s almost midnight.”

“Oh my god, you’re so dumb,” he laughs again, a deep, throaty sound that you can feel under your skin and presses his body even closer to you. His laugh echoes throughout the night and into the city and echoes in your mid.

“As in we could go out for real,” he says slowly, “As boyfriend and girlfriend.”

A dusting of pink blooms on the peaks of his cheeks, crossing the bridge of his nose and spreading over his cheekbones. It snakes furiously down his neck and he searches anxiously for your eyes, catching the light from the lamppost and they illuminate like filaments of copper, while his heart hammers against his chest.

“And maybe you would say yes.”

“Yeah?”

“And I could, you know,” he finds his fingers instinctively winding themselves in your soft strands, smoothing it down rhythmically, “Love you the way you deserve to be loved. Loudly and wholly.”

Your entire body shivers. Grabbing his hand, you smile, “And maybe… I can’t wait for you to do that.”

“Yeah?”

Under the moonlight, Jungkook’s wearing a sun of a smile on his face and there’s a lovely light that reaches his honey eyes whenever his lips stretch and his dimple deepens. Ethereal.

“Yeah.”

At the first brush of his lips, an inferno ignites. Heat blazes through your veins, rendering you molten as you sink into his kiss.

Kissing Jungkook is a lot like coming home. His kisses are as soft as sighs and giggly secrets whispered in the middle of the night; happy, private, comfortable, familiar. In a way, you feel like you’ve been doing this all whole life. And then Jungkook moves closer and traces his tongue over your bottom lip, warm and heavy. Hums spill past your lips each time your tongues brush and you feel a restless fire raging beneath your skin, a meadowsweet summer warmth blossoming in your chest as he swallows every hitch of your breath.

In and of itself, there’s no greater testament to love than love itself. For one, you love how Jungkook seems to always know what your heart wants even when you don’t say anything. You love how gentle his heartbeat is and how it’s become the sound of your universe. You love how he has one braincell, but it’s heart-shaped and it loves fiercely and loudly and gently. You love how he’ll always be just there, in every sense and meaning of the word. You love how hearts will be broken and tears will be spilt, but even then, it’ll still be worth it. And you love how fully love wakes between the two of you and perhaps, it is entwined in him that you find absolution.

ta-dah!!!! this is yet another mammoth istg i want to try writing short fics but I Simply Can’t. sorry if the wait was rly long ;;��i just want to say that i fucking love jungkook and writing this made me feel so soft for him once again. jungoo is the goodest boi who cares and loves so gently and loudly in his own dorky, endearing ways and i hope you feel the same while reading this! !!

i love the ending,, still waiting for the day i can use the last line for somebody that’s not jungkook because life be like that i just want someone to hold my hand lmao

i probably will disappear again bc i’m going to be taking up a (legit) leadership position in school and i can foresee myself being fking tired,,, but i have plans to start on a hobi postbreakup & volleyball au fic... i won’t promise when it’ll be out because i am horrible at deadlines

once again, thank you so much for reading this and if you enjoyed it, please please hit that like or reblog button or/and hmu in my inbox/dms! ♡ 

[lesbian-kyoru]

Can I ask 1-9 for the Kyoru FWB fic? (Which btw is probably my favourite Kyoru fic ever)

first off thank you so much, that’s so freaking kind?? there are some truly amazing kyoru fics out there so i’m honored that you would consider mine one of your favorites!!! i’m more than happy to answer these questions ahhhhh 

1: What inspired you to write the fic this way?

i got the idea to write a fwb AU completely on a whim! came to me randomly one day and thought it would be fascinating to explore, especially because it’s a concept that kind of goes against how people view kyoru as very Pure and Cute and Wholesome Only... it’s like, you read fb and you’re like “they freak out when their hands touch there’s no way they’re fwb....” but. what if they actually were lmfao. not exactly written out of spite, but more that i thought it would be an incredibly interesting scenario because it seems so out of character and implausible on the surface. it was a super fun challenge and i really like how it all came together!! didn’t expect for it to be 25k+ but yknow. sometimes it do be that way

2: What scene did you first put down?

the very first scene on the rooftop, actually! i tend to write extremely chronologically, actually, so most of inertia was written very moment to moment, beat by beat. i think the reason is bc i’m a theatre actor and you always perform plays in order, so storytelling is naturally very chronological for me and it’s hard for me to write out of order lol. notable exception is that i wrote the ending/epilogue before i had finished part 2! (and it actually was finished before i even realized i wanted to write a part 3 at all LMFAO)

3: What’s your favorite line of narration?

She watches him, and she wonders how anyone could call someone so beautiful a monster.

i am a simple woman and “in love with a monster” stories just really speak to me. i like how this is peak angst and peak romance in a single sentence. feels good feels natural feels kyoru💖

4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue?

“This was supposed to be about… I don't know, helping you be prepared for when you meet someone, okay? Just… practice for you. It's not about me." "Does it even matter what the reason is?" she asks. "Yeah, because it keeps both of us from being idiots."

fun fact this question made me realize that my favorite lines are always prose/narration and never my dialogue and it’s because i kind of write dialogue very sparingly. because i hate when characters say what they actually feel hsdhfoisdhfos. having said that, i’m gonna go with this exchange because i like how it toes the line between saying what they feel and. absolutely obscuring what they really mean with bullshit LOL. very them

honorable mention:  "Oh, so you want to bone Honda-san?" haru....what a king. egot

5: What part was hardest to write?

definitely the clusterfuck that is the last scene of part 2. firstly it’s over 6k which was a monster to write, felt never ending LMFAOOOO. also just was a challenge across the board because it required a lot of me as a sex scene, and then plot/character-wise it was also just sooooo complex and messy and emotionally-charged. the section in between tohru mental breakdowns 1 and 2 took about a week of agonizing over it and tweaking to get it right. i think the agony was worth it though bc it’s definitely the scene i’m most proud of in the series now :’)) also it made people cry and that feels so satisfying as a writer >:)

6: What makes this fic special or different from all your other fics?

it’s my only kyoru fic that’s not a one shot! my first kyoru AU as well, and it definitely just has the most angst and has the most complex plot of anything else i’ve written. it’s also the first time i’ve ever written smut LMFAO...this fic is just my baby it’s special to me haha

7: Where did the title come from?

so the series title and the part titles all come from the song inertia by brother moses!! from very early on i had a fwb AU mix to listen to while i wrote, and i added inertia on a whim along with some others. as i listened to it more, the music and lyrics really ended up having just the right vibe that i wanted for the title. “entangle me” feels very impending chaos and getting caught up in a situation that is going to spin out of control, which is very part 1 lol. “moments when you and i are one” feels very intimate and quiet and secretive which i thought fit part 2. and then i settled on inertia as the series title because i think the concept of stagnation vs moving forward is super relevant to fb as a whole, but specifically to kyoru and their mutual pining! if u can’t tell i like naming fics ahaha

8: Did any real people or events inspire any part of it?

i definitely have some kyoru fics that are more inspired by my real life than others LMFAO but tbh this one is mostly just inspired by me thinking about kyoru all the goddamn time. i’ve had some disaster relationships and that energy inspires me as well LOL. but i can’t say i’ve ever had a fuckbuddy and also been in love with them, i’m truly just drawing on that Universal Feeling of Yearning there

9: Were there any alternate versions of this fic?

big one is that it started as just a tohru POV fic because i love getting inside her brain, but i later incorporated kyo POV because i felt like i needed both to tell the story best and justify the complex motivations (and mental gymnastics lol) that led them into this situation. i’m super glad i included kyo POV though, because i really can’t imagine the fic without his scenes now! i love kyo so much and i love writing him. oh and another one! this started as one giant oneshot. then it became two parts. THEN it became two parts + an epilogue. and now it’s three parts + an epilogue. my deepest apologies because that’s why i’ve left y’all hanging for over a month now LMAO

ask me about a fic

[worldoftom]

Party Foul! (Tom Holland x Reader) - Teaser

Party Foul! (Or, The One With The Sore Loser Syndrome)

FWB ! Model/Actor AU

Summary: The summer’s almost over and Tom throws a pool party. He just never thought you’d turn him into the running joke of the day.

Warnings: FWB trope, clichés, language, smut

A/N: This is part of my WIP series. A FWB AU for @starksparker's writing challenge. As per personal preference, Tom's family, friends and dog are OCs! The story will be coming out in three parts in a few days!! For now, a 700-word teaser. Feedback is welcome!

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September / Year 1

"Now that we're alone..." Tom hums and looks up, waiting for Noah to finish. "You guys weren't being very subtle before, you know that, right?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh, nothing, just the pool, the game, that obsession you had about beating her."

Tiny drops of sweat sprout on the back of Tom's neck and he wipes at them with one hand. It's impossible not to feel Noah's glare on him. Tom looks at his best friend and finds those relentless greenish eyes piercing into his, a gaze too hot even for the start of a breezy evening. He turns back to the grill and the fizzling meat and vegetables, refusing to let it bother him.

"It was just a joke, Noah." Tom sighs.

He doesn't want to make a big deal out of this, but he also knows his friend. Everything is a big freaking deal and everything has a big freaking agenda. It doesn’t matter if what happened earlier in the pool was just a game between two very competitive friends, or if things were always like that between you and him, taunting each other back and forth, sometimes for hours. To Noah, it has to have a secret meaning behind it.

"Come on, get serious with me. She's had you wrapped around her finger for months now," Noah insists. He's been playing this there's something going on card after Tom came back from filming in late August. He spent two months and a half away from home and it was a mess in more ways than one, but why is it so hard for Noah to understand that there's nothing else going on?

"No, she hasn't. I..." Tom trails off, not really knowing what to say. They’ve pretty much been going in circles around this subject ever since Noah put in that thick head of his that there has to be something between you and Tom. "We're not in school anymore, mate."

"We're not? What about the whole thrash talk thing? Like I said. Not subtle."

"I've told you this a thousand times already," Tom reiterates. "We're just friends and that's how things are always going to be."

"Just friends?" Tom nods in response, flipping a few more vegetables to stop himself from thinking any further into Noah's words. "And are you sure you're not pining for just a little more than that?"

"Yeah. Friends. Having fun. No pining. None ever." Tom really spells it out for Noah this time. Hopefully it will work this time and he stops insisting on the matter.

"I find it really hard to believe, but all right."

"Why is it so hard to believe? You don't think I can be friends with her?"

"No, you can. You absolutely can, and I love her, too, but I just," Noah hesitates. "I don't know. You guys are always together, and you have insane chemistry, but I've noticed other stuff, too. All the little sex jokes you've got going on, and the smiles, the staring?"

"I—"

"Really, Tom?" Noah stresses when Tom opens his mouth to protest. "You stare. A lot.” His mouth closes of its own accord because he’s been caught staring so often, no matter how many times he denied it, that he for once can’t run away from this. “So forgive me for thinking that there would be something more by now."

Well, maybe he can't avoid that Noah picks up on his staring, but things haven't changed that much between you and him. Maybe you used to be the person he hooked up with when he went clubbing with his friends. Maybe he missed you like crazy when he was away filming, and maybe you’ve been spending a lot more time round his house since he came back. Maybe now you’re in his childhood home with his family as his friend, but that's all there is to it. You’re just really good friends. Two friends who have a benefits deal that works out pretty well for both parts.

"Well, don’t worry. I’m not hiding anything from you, so you can rest your case." Tom tries to be assertive, but Noah’s gaze is flaming into his eyes. This whole repetition exercise outside of work is really getting under Tom’s skin. "Do we have to talk about this every. Single. Time?"

[yoonminnow]

Parallel | June ‘15

→ pairing | Yoongi/reader

→ word count | 5.1k

→ genre | producer!Yoongi, smut, angst, FWB, a bitta fluff, pining (is that a genre?!)

→ summary | When Yoongi forces you to attend the ceremony for your graduation from grad school it seems like you can almost pretend for a moment that the two of you are still a stable happy couple. Unfortunately things are never so simple.

→ warnings | language, smut, drinking

Part 1, Part 2

“I think I’m going to be sick.” You moan as you get jostled when Yoongi drives over a speed bump.

“No way, you’re not faking sick to get out of this.” Yoongi chastises you without even sparing a glance to what you believed was a very convincing pout on your face.

“Besides, if you get sick in my baby I’ll throw you out of the window.” Yoongi laughs.

You roll your eyes.

Yoongi had been having more success in his career as of late. He was adding more hit songs to his ever growing resume, and as a result had been making significantly more money than he had been even just since the start of the year.

The purchase of a new car was more of a necessity than an indulgence since his old car broke down once a week, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t spring for something a bit nicer now that he had the funds.

His new black mercedes quickly became his “baby”, and you weren’t jealous at all.

“I can’t believe I agreed to this.” You say as you glare at your ugly graduation gown hanging in the backseat through your visor mirror. “It’s just a formality. I don’t even have to be here.”

“Don’t be like that. You know it’s not the same to get a diploma in the mail.” Yoongi says as he glances in the rearview mirror to check on the gown too.

You both collectively had spent about 30 minutes steaming out the shitty polyester fabric, so you were equally invested in the well-being of the hanging garment.

Yoongi had nearly swerved into another lane on the freeway when the gown had tipped off the hanger in the backseat during the drive to your university.

“Same to me! Same paper, same debt.” You grumble, unbuckling your seatbelt as Yoongi pulls into a spot at one of your school’s parking garages.

“I never thought I’d find someone more cynical than myself. You’re truly beautiful.” Yoongi smiles as he puts on the emergency break.

You see his arm swing over your headrest to reach into the back seat. When he pulls his arm back he is holding his camera bag.

“Yoongi, no! Please don’t.” You groan.

“What do you mean? What’s a graduation without excessive graduation photos to clog up your friends’ timelines?” He states as he pulls out the camera to check the battery.

“Leave the camera. Please. Really.” You plead, putting your hand on his wrist to push it down slightly.

He looks up at you, searching to find at what level of serious you were, before sighing and putting the camera back into its case.

This would probably be the only victory you had today.

You were never really one for tradition. You didn’t care much for formal celebrations or commemorations, especially when you had to be directly involved in them. So when you found out your parents wouldn’t be able to attend your graduation from your Master’s program because the flight was too pricey, your decision to forego it seemed like a no brainer. That is until you mentioned your plans to Yoongi a few weeks prior.

“What do you mean you’re not going to walk?” He whipped around in his chair to face towards you. His back now facing his array of screens and recording equipment.

You stared at him with wide eyes and noodles hanging from your mouth. It was common for you to come to his studio nowadays just to relax and eat dinner. You had been in the midst of slurping up a mouthful of ramen after you mentioned your latest news when Yoongi freaked.

“Uhh..” You uttered, sound muffled by your food. You quickly slurped up the remaining noodles before continuing. “Well there’s no point, Yoongs. My parents aren’t going to be there, and I certainly don’t care about walking. It’s not a big deal.”

“It’s a huge deal! You only graduate so many times in your life.” Yoongi exclaims.

“Well, this would be my third, it’s not special. I change my oil less frequently than I graduate.”

“But you worked so hard, y/n. You deserve to celebrate your achievement. Do it for yourself.”

“Yoongi…” You start, tilting your head tiredly to the side while you hold his gaze.

“Fine, then do it for me.” He says bluntly.

You’re taken aback by how serious he is about this.

“I’ve watched you work at this from the start, and I really want to see you be awarded for everything you’ve done. I atleast want the memory for myself, even if it’s not important to you.”

Yoongi fixes his gaze on you.

Your furrow your brow as you stare at him. You hadn’t thought this would be something Yoongi would care about at all. You were shocked by the sincerity of his plea.

Your head dropped as you released a defeated sigh.

And that is how you have found yourself walking out onto the soccer field of your university on a Saturday afternoon, cap and gown in tow.

You are just a little late, so you quickly try to shuffle Yoongi towards an open seat near the front left of the stage. You still have to put on your garments and find the graduates from your program before the ceremony starts.

When you and Yoongi reach the seat you quickly turn away ready to run off.

“Okay Yoongi, I’ll see-” You’re cut off when Yoongi grabs your waist before you can walk off. He quickly pulls you up against his torso so your front is pressed snuggly to his.

Your eyes open wide as you’re about to question him when he leans down to plant a small peck on your lips. Followed by a few more on your cheek and nose bridge.

Yoongi pulls his face back to look at yours, which must be flushed bright pink by now.

He smiles down at you with a look that makes you almost forget that he isn’t yours.

“I’m so proud of you, y/n. Thank you for doing this for me. It means a lot.” He finishes his confession with one more soft peck to your lips.

You can feel the way your ears start to burn, and your eyes well up slightly. You bite the inside of your cheek so the pain can distract you enough to give a smile to Yoongi and a wave goodbye before running to the graduate waiting area.

Once you find your peers you throw on your gown, now slightly wrinkled from being pressed against Yoongi’s side, and you haphazardly pin the cap to your head.

“Was that your boyfriend you came with, y/n? You two are so cute!” One of the girls from your program gushes.

You feel your heart sink a bit, but this isn’t the first time someone has asked.

“No, not my boyfriend.” You answer with a polite smile that doesn’t reach your eyes.

You see the girl is going to ask something else when the music for the commencement starts up on stage.

As you walk up onto the stage after hearing your name, you take a passing glance to the crowd. There is what seems to be a sea of people, but you can’t quite find the beanie clad head you’re looking for.

You turn your attention to the front again to absently take your diploma from your school’s chancellor and shake his hand before turning your attention quickly back to the crowd, and that’s when you catch Yoongi’s eyes.

He’s standing from his seat with his gummy smile on display, eyes swimming with pride. And in his right hand is… Is that his camera?

Your mouth drops open, more in awe than in anger. How did he even manage to sneak it out of the car?

After the final ceremony of moving your tassel you quickly booked it out of the ocean of graduates to find Yoongi.

After a bit of searching, and vague texting directions from said man you found him leaning against a fence to the right of a stage, dawning a sweet smile and a bouquet of yellow tulips.

Your mouth drops open for the second time that day.

“First the camera, and now these? Are you some sort of magician?” You bring the flowers up to your nose, inhaling before a bright smile pulls across your face. “Where were you hiding these?”

“In the trunk of the car.” Yoongi shrugs slightly.

“Ah, that explains why you nearly tackled me when I tried to put my stuff in there earlier.” You laugh.

“Nah, that’s because I was hiding the champagne.” He cocks a brow.

“The what?”

After the ceremony, your classmates had invited you out for some bar hopping as a celebration.

You and Yoongi decided to join despite Yoongi needing to leave for a flight to America later in the night. For this reason, he remained sober but was more than happy to watch you get tipsier as the night drew on.

Yoongi sat idly on a bar stool sipping a soda before you appeared from the crowd to plant a kiss on his lips. He smiles into the kiss as he widens the space of his legs so you can stand between them.

“30 more minutes.” You mumble into the palm of his hand that he places on your cheek before you give it a small peck.

“Stop counting. You’ll just make yourself sad.” Yoongi squeezes your waist with his other hand. “This is your night. Don’t worry about when I have to leave.”

“I wish you could stay though.” You drop your eyes towards his lap.

He brings both his hands up to your face to brush the hair away from your eyes, sliding his hands down your back.

You shiver from his touch as he pulls your torso closer to him. You let your head drop onto his shoulder, face buried in the material of his hoodie.

“Things are going well over there, huh?” You mumble into Yoongi’s shoulder.

You feel him exhale, your head rising and falling in time with his breath. You usually avoided speaking about these things, but you were curious what had him travelling so frequently, and the alcohol had loosened your lips.

“It’s nothing major, y/n.” He speaks into your hair when you refuse to lift your head back up. “Just some extra projects, meetings, nothing that could keep me for long.”

You choose to nod your head rather than speak since you don’t trust your voice to be stable.

For the past few months Yoongi had been travelling back and forth to America regularly. You tried not to keep tabs on his career past what he shared with you personally since the internet seemed to bend and twist the truth, but you couldn’t help but notice that his following had more than tripled in size since the trips began.

Yoongi had started to wear masks when he went out more and more frequently, especially when you two went out somewhere together. Just as a precaution, he always said.

His last trip to America lasted almost a month.

Luckily, at the time, you had been putting the final edits on your dissertation, so you hadn’t had much time to feel his absence, but a fear had started to grow inside of you that one day his visits may become a bit more permanent.

Yoongi assured you that if moving his career over to America was even a possibility it wouldn’t be for a long time. He assured you that it probably wasn’t even on the table for him.

Of course you knew he had said this just to comfort you.

The thing is you wanted Yoongi to have that opportunity if it came up. If he were to go to America for his career you would be so proud, and you already are so proud of what he has accomplished.

Since you two had met Yoongi had grown not only as a musician, but as a person. He had become more social, made connections, and matured into someone you were so proud to call your friend.

If going to America were the next step for him then you would never stand in the way of that.

You tell him time and time again that you are happy for him, but he often receives these messages from you when they’re laced with tears and bittersweet goodbyes making the intent a little convoluted.

Again tonight you feel the sadness of an impending goodbye well up in your throat when you glance down at your phone to see you have 25 minutes before Yoongi has to leave for the airport.

“Stop.” Yoongi chastises when he catches sight of your phone.

“What?” you ask innocently. “I was just checking for messages.”

You hug him closer after you tuck your phone back into your pocket.

“Oh yeah? From who?”

“From my gentleman callers.” you joke as you deliver a light pinch to Yoongi’s side.

You feel Yoongi’s chest shake when he chuckles.

There’s a beat of comfortable silence before Yoongi’s cuts through it.

“y/n?” Yoongi’s voice rustles the hair that is tucked behind your ear.

You hum into his shoulder as a response. Your eyes slipping close as you listen.

Yoongi turns his head sideways to press a quick kiss to your neck. Though small, you instantly feel the tickle of it run down your spin.

“Are you going to miss me?” Yoongi questions while pressing another kiss to your neck, this one lower down towards your collarbone.

You absently roll your head to the side giving Yoongi more of a canvas to work on. You can feel the way the alcohol burns in your cheeks.

“Of course I’m going to miss you, Yoongs.” you whisper out. “What kind of question is that?”

Yoongi pecks his way along your collarbone towards the front of your neck. You can feel his hands sliding down from your waist to your lower back, pulling you tighter into his parted legs.

“I just wanted to know,” he begins letting his lips move on the skin of your chest as he speaks, “how much you’re going to miss me.”

You roll your eyes and smile down at him as he looks up innocently to you, but the way he is pulling at your hips is a stark contrast to his puppy eyes.

“A lot, okay? I’m going to miss you a lot.”

You slide your hand down the side of his cheek before surprising him with a light slap.

“But not enough to fuck you in the bathroom of a bar.” you finish.

Yoongi brings his hand up to take yours off of his face. With a smile he begins to press soft kisses into the palm of your hand and then your wrist.

“Of course not.” he speaks as he guides the tips of your fingers to run against his lips. “You know, I did ask the salesman at the car dealership for the model with the biggest back seats.”

“Car sex, Yoongi?” you question, but the way he looks up at you with his dark eyes is making you reconsider your stance on public indecency.

Yoongi drops your hand into his lap as he reaches to cup the back of your neck and pull you in close. His mouth resting close to your ear.

“C’mon, won’t you be a good girl for me, y/n?” He breathes against your neck before nipping at the thin skin under your ear.

Your mouth goes dry at his words. Instead of attempting to speak you simply just nod knowing he can feel the movement.

“That’s it.” he hums in response. “When was the last time I got to feel you?”

Your spine straightens when you feel Yoongi’s hand drift higher up under the hem of your dress. Your restraints were starting to buckle under the weight of Yoongi’s taunting.

With how busy he had been with work, and you with school you two didn’t have much time for sex. And with Yoongi flying off tonight you couldn’t be sure when you’d get the chance again.

You always hated goodbye sex since there was an overarching bitterness to it, but in this moment it was hard to think about the repercussions.

As you considered, Yoongi hooks one of his hands around your bare thigh, pulling your hips to his . It was then that you could feel the way his hard length pressed up against your lower belly through his jeans, and all your hesitation melted away.

You let out a shaky breath before pulling away from Yoongi.

“Fine, you win.”  You say giving him a quick kiss and grabbing his hand. “Let’s go.”

Yoongi hastily throws some bills on the counter of the bar as you two make your way outside.

Once you make it to the car Yoongi’s mouth is immediately on you.

He hasn’t even unlocked the doors before you find yourself pressed against the side of the car.

Your breath turns choppy when Yoongi’s hands travel up the skirt of your dress to play with the waistband of your panties.

The haze your mind has entered only lifts when your ears pick up the sound of a passing car and you jump in Yoongi’s grasp, only now remembering that the two of you are completely in the open.

“Yoongi, baby, the keys.” You mumble out in between kisses.

Yoongi groans against your lips in response, but you hear the sound of his keys clinking together as he pulls them from his pocket.

The door clicks against your back when Yoongi unlocks it, and you do your best to pull it open without having to separate your bodies.

With a bit of effort Yoongi is able to lay you out in the backseat. He quickly follows in behind you, his body hovering just above yours as he reconnects your lips.

Yoongi eagerly hikes the skirt of your dress up before pressing his fingers to your clothed clit and running circles into it. The action has your hips practically keening up into his touch.

You squirm a bit to get your legs out from under his body, but you are eventually able to lift your legs up on either side of his torso so he can settle between them.

You pull his face closer to you by wrapping your arms around his neck, connecting your lips as he settles the weight of his body onto yours.

You nip at his lower lip playfully and he immediately grinds his erection into your covered core. A moan you can’t control falls from your mouth. Your body overwhelmed with sensations you had gone without for too long.

“That’s my good girl.” Yoongi coos in your ear as he grinds into you again. You whimper helplessly under him. “You’re going to get nice and wet for me?”

You nod with your face tucked into his shoulder. “W-wanna ride you, baby.” You manage to get out.

Yoongi groans deeply in response. “Really? You want to ride my cock?”

All you can do is hum in confirmation, your mind hazy with arousal.

He quickly loops his arm under your back and lifts you off the seat to settle in his lap, your knees on either side of his hips.

You shakily start to work at his pants, popping open the button and sliding his jeans and boxers down just enough to free his hard cock.

The sight of Yoongi so hard for you makes your core tighten in anticipation. You reach down between your legs to pull your panties to the side, too eager to strip completely.

Yoongi pulls aside your dress and holds it to your hips so he can see you work yourself.

He watches with hooded eyes as you use your finger to gather wetness from your slit before bringing your fingers back to his cock, carefully spreading your arousal over the head.

Yoongi’s head tips back with a moan.

“Please, y/n.” He lifts his head back up to look at you, his eyes dark with lust.

You smile at his desperation, and take one last moment to lean forward to press a kiss to his lips.

You lift yourself up as you kiss Yoongi, both of his hands now settled on your hips to help guide you to his length.  

You reach one hand down between your bodies to move the head of his cock to your slit. You guide the head along your core to collect your wetness, and you hear Yoongi let out a strained moan while he pulls at your hips.

You decide with a laugh to appease him since you too were growing impatient.

Without prompting, you lower your hips down enough for the head of Yoongi’s cock to push inside of you. You both groan together, him from the tightness, and you from the stretch.

You slowly lower yourself down, the pressure of his cock reaching deeper and deeper inside of you. You look down to where yours and Yoongi’s bodies meet, so you miss the way Yoongi is watching your face contort in pleasure as you take him in.

“That’s my girl.” Yoongi says while brushing the hair from your face so he can see the way your brows furrow as you bottom out. When you are fully sat on his lap you can’t help but rock your hips back and forth, melting from the feeling of his cock pressing against your g-spot.

Yoongi sits back while keeping his grip on your hips. He watches the way you work yourself on his cock, your walls clenching amazingly around him when you find the right spot.

You place your hands on Yoongi’s chest to help you rock your hips, your clit pressing against his pelvis each time you lean forward.

You can feel your high building already, and the sensation makes you practically pant.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful y/n. Are you going to come for me?”

“Ah, fuck. Not yet.” you breathe out. “Said I was going to ride you.” you groan, willing yourself to stop your motions before you finish.

You keep your hands planted on Yoongi’s chest as you lift up off his length, only the tip remaining inside of you. You balance on your knees before lowering yourself back down taking in all of Yoongi’s length.

Your eyes close in pleasure as a strangled moan leaves your mouth. You quickly lift up to repeat the same motion, your body rocking up and down on Yoongi’s lap.

Had your eyes been opened you may have noticed the way Yoongi’s stare never left you. His eyes scanned down your body drinking in the way your neck looked when you’d let your head lull back with a sigh, and the way his hands looked as they gripped your hips. He watched as his cock got more coated in your wetness each time you sank down on him, and the way your brows scrunched together as you got closer to your high.

Yoongi watched you hungrily, taking in your image for safe keeping, but at the time you were too busy trying to memorise the way he was making you feel to notice his stares.

For all the nights you’d spend alone you wanted this feeling to comfort you. You wanted to burn Yoongi’s touch onto your skin so you could keep it with you when he was thousands of miles away. For it was a rarity now to have Yoongi in this way, and you don’t know how much longer you’ll be able to have him like this at all.

So, for tonight, you closed your eyes and tried to engrain every sensation into your memory.

Your high hits you like a wave when Yoongi grinds up into you from his seat. His thumb runs circles into your clit as you arch your back, walls clenching tightly around his length.

A moan leaves your mouth, a mix of curses and Yoongi’s name, as you grind harder down on Yoongi’s cock to work you through your orgasm.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” he chants as your tightness brings him to his own release.

He winds his arms around your back and brings your torso into his as he pushes his cock deep into you.

A whimper escapes your lips from the overstimulation, but the feeling of being pressed so close to Yoongi is enough to calm your breathing.

Yoongi releases you slowly so you can sit up in his lap, but before you pull away you place a soft kiss onto his lips.

Though your legs are shaking you manage to lift yourself off of his softening length to settle back into the seat beside him, your breathing still ragged.

You fix your panties before smoothing out the bottom of your dress, but as your hands pass over the fabric you notice a small spot of wetness has fallen onto the material. And then another falls, and another.

Before you even can make sense of it you find yourself crying into your lap, your hands coming up to your face to touch your wet cheeks.

Your breathing becomes stuttered and choppy as you try to stop your tears, but it only becomes harder when you feel Yoongi’s hand slide up your back. The touch feels comforting but only serves to bring about more sadness when you realize that it’ll be gone in a few short minutes, and this time you don’t know for how long.

Yoongi pulls you in close and you rest your head on his chest. You try and fail multiple times to match your breaths with his deep even ones.

“When will you come back?” you finally choke out, your own voice sounding small and weak to you.

Yoongi kisses the top of your head.

“I’m not sure.” His reply is muffled by your hair.

You simply nod in understanding. You knew that before you had asked, and you knew hearing it would make no difference. But the answer still hurt.

When your breaths even out Yoongi pulls you out from his chest and brings your face up between his hands. His thumbs run down your cheeks to collect the remaining tears.

“It won’t be too long, okay?” He says as he leans in to press a kiss to your lips. “I promise.”

Your eyes search his before dropping down to your lap. You give a nod before inhaling and bringing your head back up. A weak smile now adorning your face.

“Okay.” you hear yourself say.

Yoongi brings your face to his to give you one last kiss on the lips and a few more on your cheeks before sliding out from the back seat to let you out into the warm night air.

As you step out onto the curb you keep your arms crossed over your stomach, even when Yoongi brings you in for a hug. You fear that if you were to return the hug it would prove difficult to let go.

Despite wanting to curl in on yourself you keep a small smile plastered on your face for Yoongi’s sake. There’s no point in making him feel guilty for leaving after all he had done for you today.

“Will you promise me to go back inside?” Yoongi asks with hints of concern lacing his tone. “I don’t want your night to end like this. You deserve to be happy tonight.”

You nod weakly, sending Yoongi a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

“I am happy.”

And that isn’t entirely a lie.

In another light this is actually a really wonderful night.

You are now a graduate well on your way to success in your field, and Yoongi is taking major steps to further his own career.

It should be a night of celebration for the both of you, but you can’t help but feel only bitterness as Yoongi pulls away from your hug, his arms sliding down yours before dropping down to his sides.

As Yoongi turns around to open up his driver’s side door you pull out your phone from your pocket only to see that Yoongi was supposed to leave five minutes ago. Your time is well and truly up.

You close your eyes and inhale deeply, garnering your last bits of energy to send Yoongi off properly.

“Have a safe trip.” you chirp out, hoping your voice doesn’t leak any of the sour notes you felt forming in your throat.

Yoongi sends a smile to you through the open door, his foot still propped up on the curb.

“I’ll message you when I land.” he calls back. His eyes lingering on yours for a moment before pulling his body into the car and shutting the door.

You stand on the curb, arms folded over your chest as you watch the tail lights on Yoongi’s car illuminate the street in front of you.

The sound of his engine starting makes your blood run cold even with the air feeling so warm around you.

You stand in place even after you’ve watched the tail lights of his car disappear down the street, your feet feeling like they are cemented into the sidewalk.

After a few moments more you pull your phone from your pocket to summon a taxi despite having promised Yoongi you would go back inside to finish the night. You had really only said that to please him, and he wasn’t here anymore.

When your taxi arrives you slide quietly into the backseat after mindlessly ringing off your address to the driver. Your shoulders slump with the weight of the night as you let your head rest in your hands.

You feel your phone vibrate in your dress pocket after a few moments of silence. You assume it might be someone from your class asking where you’ve gone off to, but when you bring the phone up to your face you feel your feel your grip tighten around the device, its edges digging into the flesh of your palm.

Yoongi (9:23): I’ll miss you.

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FOR EVERY “ღ” I GET, I WILL MENTION SOMEONE’S MUSE I SHIP/WOULD LIKE TO SHIP MY MUSE WITH! ||Accepting||

Just like the last one, this is going under a readmore because ye---

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Vasco (Heromanvasco)

Given our Space!au, I actually find the idea of Vasco and @wild-untamed-heart to be cute. They both are diligent workers who respect each other. They both look out for the other and help each other out when it’s needed. They share little stories with each other and they enjoy talking. Kajika is also a very active person who loves to get out there and try out new things. 

She also was never afraid of Vasco and that’s something that he greatly appreciates. The two of them can go on lil adventures like they are now in thread form. It’s just that thought there they get along really well and if they so wanted to, it could probably turn into something a bit more than that. I just really like the way that he feels comfortable around her. 

How he’s not afraid to be himself and that heals my heart. Like yes Vasco, son, there is a woman out there who won’t scream after seeing your face. QuQ You can be liked too. Given how they’re both active too, it would just be a cute way for the two of them to go climbing around and have adventures. 

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Shugarl

May come off as a surprise, but----------- @agentlemagician . Ehe. WHAT CAN I SAY? I LOVE THE FUWA-FUWA BOYO WHO WEARS GLASSES BECAUSE I LOVE MEGANE BOYS, OKAY? SUE ME. 

I’m also weak for the kinds of characters who are more withdrawn or shy. Like they don’t know how to really reach out for people. It’s kinda like--- it strokes the pity inside of me and it makes me love them like, ‘no one loves you? Well make it at least ONE PERSON LOVES YOU, BECAUSE I LOVE YOU.’ 

I actually don’t know too much about him since I don’t hear much about him even though he’s aesthetically my favorite (sorry Izumi and Arashi, but I cannot lie. He’s even got a slight wave to his hair and i’m FREAKING WEAK TO THAT OKAY?) So it may be my bias talking, tbh. I actually don’t know what his studies are like, but from what I’ve been told, he seems like the kind of character who is very loyal. Like once he gets attached, he won’t want to let go? That’s the feel I get from him. 

He seems like he’s a very hard worker (I mean he did so much for Eichi and we saw how that ended up-- I’LL NEVER FORGIVE. TO THE MEGANE BOY) Shugarl does respect people who are hardworking and he will have a better opinion of someone if their intelligent, which i’m guessing Tsumugi might be...? I dunno, I was never told about his intelligence. Anyways, I think as they both have issues with abandonment, they would be able to relate to each other and I think that they would both be a good source of support for the other if it were to be a ship of some kind. I’m weak to support kind of ships, can you tell? 

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Ponsol (magicgeekponsol)

So there is like a couple of AU threads with @knights-queen that I like. These two are pretty compatible, actually. Especially given the fact that the two of them are not shy about the limelight. Ponsol would not mind posing for the camera or just being shown on film in general. He knows a lot about what goes on in society on a social level. 

He does like to look at things that are very aesthetically pleasing. He does like things that are pretty and Arashi would fit that bill. He wouldn’t be bothered much by Arashi’s personality as it stands now so they’d get along okay... if Arashi could handle Ponsol. 

I think they have a compatible dynamic with each other. Ponsol, much like Shugarl does like to spoil people that he cares for and he wouldn’t be shy to let Arashi know what looks good on him. Just shower him with praise if Arashi asks for it. I feel it would make the narcissistic part of Arashi happy. The irony of where Arashi instead is pining for Shugarl ahahaha---- I like both ships so sue me. 

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Mizumachi (friendlyoceangiant)

Hmm hmmm let’s go with an AU this time around and i’ll talk about @sleepy-and-pretty. We have two different AU’s going on where one is where neither of them have left Japan and they met in college. Mizumachi is still playing American football and Ritsu is a cheerleader. Another one, which is a lot of fun, is a Yakuza!au where Ritsu is the next in line for the Yakuza should anything happen to Rei. 

Having been abandoned at the doorstep as a child, he was taken in to be Ritsu’s personal attendant of sorts. Mizumachi is a very loyal sea urchin, so he’d do anything he can for his master. It was set that Mizumachi acts his usual self when in school so people don’t realize that the two have a connection with each other. It makes it easier for him to lay low and protect his master. 

In general Mizumachi doesn’t find it hard to get along with people. He likes to be helpful and he’s full of energy. He has the energy to spare for Ritsu. From what I’ve been told, though Ritsu can have a bit of a lazy streak, he’s a good kid who is very caring. If someone is being unfair to another person (//coughs Ritsu sticking up for Izumi against Makoto) he will stand up for them and it’s like yes yes that’s a good. Good boy. They’re both odd characters and they’d be able to accept that of the other and that’s why I think they work well as a dynamic. That being said I of course know about the one-sided thing for Komui and the FWB thing with Tsumugi so no worries~ I’m not going to try to extend this past AU things. 

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Dongmin (Theshadowjjang)

Ehhhh let’s see this time let’s go with... @darkness-hound . I mean, give me a chance to show that Dongmin is a strong fighter and he has a bit of a darker side that he doesn’t often show from underneath his usual laid back behavior? YES PLEASE. I’m all for that. Give it to me. Shion has that kind of personality where Dongmin would just enjoy teasing him just to possibly bait Shion into fighting with him. 

The guy is strong and Dongmin likes a good challenge. That would be the only real reason. He doesn’t go out looking for fights on purpose. Most of the time the fights come to find him and he finds them to be nothing but annoying. Still, if there is someone who could possibly stand their ground against him, he’ll be pretty excited about that and he’d love to try his hand against them. It seems like Shion is the same way so I feel like these two would have a pretty interesting dynamic. 

Jupiter (Mutedangeljupiter)

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Haru (Queenharumiura)

Hm... //quickly tries to think of everyone in the group. I really do need to like-- interact more with people, huh? Though, ya know? Her interactions with @mismatcheddoll are pretty cute? I don’t really think so much of a ship because I know about the whole thing with Shu, but they have a good friendship going on. If it were to ever somehow turn into a ship kinda thing in like an AU or whatever, I think it would be cute. 

The two of them could sew together, bake cookies and just chat over some good tea. They can both have all sorts of fun and Haru would be very supportive. ‘Make sure you eat!’ ‘You got hurt? Just wait, I have a bandaid’ ‘Someone said what to you? Tell Haru who they were. How dare they say that to you! Haru will show them a thing or two!’ 

There have been ideas where they both make clothes and they model things for each other to help each other out and it’s like the idea that they make clothes for each other makes me wanna cry a lil bit. I think they’re more suited for friendship than a ship but hey. I’m just pretty picky with Haru I guess... i’m like a protecive dragon with her. 

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Tarras (Narcissisticearthflower)

... Only because I would find it super funny, I jokingly think to myself: I think @featan and Tarras would be hilarious. It would be a dynamic where they’re in a relationship based on respect and understanding but we’ll have Tarras who is basically an idiot nugget and he refuses to acknowledge that people are above him (even superiors) and just-- wow what a horrible dynamic but I feel like it would just be funny. 

Tarras though, he’s a serious personality despite how he acts. He is very serious about his job and he prides himself in being able to do it well. He is somewhat sympathetic(?) to citizens----- //casually kicks under the rug the ‘earth flower incident. 

I dunno just something about it amuses me. I don’t really think that Tarras is well suited for things like being fated but hey I like a challenge.