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i can't wait to tell you, "i told ya'." | jungkook x f!reader

summary: Jeon Jungkook is a successful realtor with a big house, a nice car, colorful dating life, and a spunky 7-year-old daughter to boot…he’s also your best friend who you used to be in love with. Of course, he was never made aware because you swear it’s all in the past…until it isn’t. But going on a cruise with Jungkook and his daughter whom you adore should be harmless. Absolutely nothing can go wrong…Right?

pairing: jeon jungkook x f!reader genre: fluff, angst, crack, idiots [i say that with luv for my characters] word count: 17.2k tags/warnings: a child [Mai] is present throughout the entire story, implication of absent birth mother, serial dater JK, so much pining, pg language, conversation about sleeping around/risking pregnancy, legal-aged drinking & getting drunk, hurtful words/heated argument, isolation, blurb about reader struggling to eat, Mai experiences anxiety [I promise she is okay], plethora of cheesy occurrences, much fluff & angst all because sowoozoo-muster-JK wrecked me

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this is a repost from my old blog, moon-write.

Thank you to the realest one, @hyungieyoongi, for not only wanting to beta-read this insanity for me when I initially enlisted her for help, but also for hyping me up while doing it. Her editing gave this story clarity ;;

disclaimer: the portrayal of Jungkook in this story is purely fictional & does not reflect who he is in real life nor do I claim to believe it does. lastly, this story is not a part of my dad!bts series, a serendipitous life - singledad!jungkook is in its own universe.

a/n: GUYS. this story was purely created because I was under the influence of sowoozoo/muster JK back in 2021. I am so beyond excited to bring this back and share this cracked out fic again, I truly hope you all enjoy it and just have fun reading it.

“Mai, don’t be so dramatic,” you take the little girl’s hands into yours, dusting off the chalk from her palms, “look-see, it comes off!”

She beams up at you with a know-it-all smile before taking yellow chalk from the bucket and continuing her doodle on the concrete. You watch her as she makes a big circle, stopping to make sure it’s just right before looking at you once more.

“Can you make the lines?” She inquires with big eyes, you run your hand through her long hair and happily oblige; Mai stands and watches you, pressing her hand onto your shoulder; “daddy will like it!”

You chuckle, nodding, “your dad will love it.”

She kneels, taking blue chalk this time to draw clouds, a mixture of pastel colors in the shape of her handprint now adorning the sleeve of your shirt.

Adding butterflies to the chalk creation per Mai’s request, you hear the back gate open, and following is the sound of Mai’s jovial squeals. Quick to abandon the chalk, she runs into the doting arms of her father, Jungkook. Uncaring to her chalky hands, Jungkook sweeps Mai into a hug with no intention of letting go.

“Kiss,” he mutters to her as you walk over, dusting your hands off on your jeans. Mai presses her smaller palms onto his cheeks, squishing them in the process of giving him a quick peck.

“Oops,” she giggles, noticing the chalk she’s left on his cheeks.

“We made you a drawing,” Mai soon forgets, wiggling to move Jungkook forward. He smiles at you, following his daughter’s direction to the drawing. Mai, her eyes an exact mirror of her father’s, watches him as he takes it all in.

Jungkook marvels at his little girl’s work; “thank you, babe,” he says, kissing Mai’s cheek who nods with pride, bunny teeth sticking out. She looks over at you, singing your praises for bringing the bucket of chalk as a surprise.

“I told you I’d bring a surprise if you got A’s and B’s, right?” You smile, winking at Mai.

Jungkook thanks you before telling Mai to run inside and wash up for dinner. You follow him to the patio table and take a seat, noting the exhaustion of another long day falling over him. He runs his hand over his face, closing his eyes for a moment before remembering his best friend is still there.

You offer him a pitiful smile, drawing him to roll his eyes and laugh, “what?”

You shake your head, “nothing.”

He straightens his gaze but even then, a hint of his sweet smile remains noticeable, “it’s never nothing.”

“But it really is this time. Besides,” you laugh, “am I never not worried about you and Mai?”

He just nods.

“You’re doing a great job Jungkook,” you pat his tattooed arm, “you are the light of her life.”

Jungkook looks back at the chalk drawing Mai doodled on the concrete, giggling to himself. Caught in his stupor and the innocence of his daughter, he comes to, looking at you; “these last seven years would have gone a lot differently if we didn’t have you though.”

-Seven years ago-

“It’s okay,” you try to soothe a newborn Mai but her shrill cries drown out your voice. You burn a trail around the living room as you pace, stealing glances at Jungkook who’s sat at the edge of his sofa. With clumps of his hair gathered between fisted palms, he’s never looked so defeated.

“Let’s try feeding her again,” you stand in front of him, hand reaching for the bottle next to him. Too caught in the frantic cry of his baby, he doesn’t hear you.

“Jungkook,” your tone is stern and you nudge his foot with yours, “come on, you can’t give up now, get it together.” A moment of hurt sweeps over his eyes when he looks up at you, but keeping your feet on firm ground, you push away the guilt that rushes you.

You clear your throat, “her bottle Jungkook, please.”

He does as you say, his eyes wide as he looks at his daughter for the first time since you arrived. You press the rubber tip to Mai’s lips, allowing a drop of the warm formula to touch her lips, “I promise you’ll love it, Mai.” You try to joke though there is a hint of begging in your tone.

Her cry breaks for a moment as the milk drips onto her tongue; “there you go,” laughter coats the nervous tremble in your voice this time.

You allow a couple more drops to fall onto her tongue until Mai’s cries ease into small whimpers. Her breathing staggers as she takes to the bottle, “see?” You can’t help but giggle. Looking at Jungkook, his eyes brimming with tears of frustration, he watches in shock while Mai drinks from the bottle as small puffs of air escape her nose.

“Use the rag on my shoulder to wipe her face, will you?” You ask him and he does just so, dabbing at Mai’s red cheeks, ridding her of her tears.

“I tried everything the last hour to get her to stop,” he whispers. You can see the disappointment in his eyes though he continues to marvel at the innocence wrapped in your arms. You watch as your best friend takes Mai’s foot in his hand, thoughtfully squeezing her toes before he moves his hand back to her head, rubbing her barely-there hair as far back as he can.

“Here,” you gesture for Jungkook to take his daughter and he steps back in fright. You chuckle, “you have to get used to holding her Kook, I won’t be here all the time.”

“Why?” He looks at you with all sincerity.

You shake your head, “she’ll be safe with you.”

He places the rag over his shoulder this time and holds his arms out. Mai fusses during the exchange and Jungkook shushes her in a gentle prive as he holds her against his chest; “just hold the bottle upright - yeah,” you say as you help to adjust her in his arms.

He cradles his large hand behind her head while her tiny body rests along his arm. He stands straight as a pin, fear taking up most of his expression as he looks down on his feeding daughter.

“Is this the first time you’re holding her?” You ask.

He gives you a look that can only mean yes, “my mom has been staying with us, she left right before you came,” he shakes his head, embarrassed to admit, “I was too scared.”

A soft laugh escapes you, “well, how’s it feel now?”

“Still scary,” he says seriously, “but I never want to put her down again.”

You stand back, watching him take all of her in. A month ago your best friend had his life made - living a bachelor lifestyle his friends envied, had a stellar career as the most sought realtor, owner of a newly built home. He was a free man who could do whatever, whenever.

That was until one drunken decision in the past came back nine months later in the form of a newborn baby.

Swaying back and forth with a slight strain in his movement, Jungkook watches Mai’s drooping lids; “can I do this?” He asks in a dream-like state leaving you to wonder if he really wanted an answer. That is until he moves his eyes to look at you.

You shrug with a pitied smile, “you love her, right?”

He frowns for a second, nodding without hesitation.

“Then you can do it, Jungkook.”

“I’d offer for you to stay for dinner but you probably have another date with what’s-his-name,” Jungkook closes the sliding glass door behind you two, sweeping Mai into his arms. The three of you make your way into the kitchen where he sets his daughter on the counter, inspecting her hands to make sure she’s cleaned them properly.

He playfully sniffs them before kissing her palms.

“For the thousandth time, his name is Mark, and no actually,” you laugh watching the two tease each other back and forth, Jungkook’s attention split between the two of you, “I don’t think that’s happening anymore.”

He stands upright, covering Mai’s ears which only sends her into a fit to hear the adult talk, too grown for her age. She fights to move her dad’s hands but to no avail.

“Bad kisser? I knew it,” he shakes his head while moving Mai’s from side to side. Belly laughs erupt from her small body as she begs for her dad to stop.

“Shut up,” you laugh, rolling your eyes. He chuckles, removing his hands from Mai and kissing her forehead.

You sit at the end of the long dining table next to Mai, Jungkook at the head of the table as usual. He finishes reading Mai’s fortune before they look at you.

“Your turn!” Mai shouts, holding a single noodle between her trainer chopsticks.

The cookie crumbles between your fingers as you unroll the small strip of paper, clearing your throat; “an old love will come back to you.”

Jungkook dramatically ooh’s and Mai follows, her small lips shaped into a perfect circle. Victim to Mai’s purity you squeeze her nose, “who could that be?” You tease her.

“Not me,” she giggles, “maybe daddy, he’s old!”

You fall back into your chair, eyes brimming with tears as you hold onto your belly full of Chinese food, laughing at the expense of your best friend.

“Funny,” he tries not to laugh, stuffing the remains of his fortune cookie into his mouth.

Chirping crickets and a black sky surround Jungkook’s home. You listen to the sound echo up into the vaulted ceilings, looking out of the opened windows. Taken by the quiet that surrounds his place, you shut your eyes and bask in it until the sound of Jungkook’s feet shuffles down the hallway.

“I don’t know whose good side I am on,” he sighs with relief, grabbing his glass of wine on the way to the sofa, “but she falls asleep like that.” He snaps his fingers.

You smile, peeling your attention away from the window.

Now dressed in baggy clothes that swallow up his svelte build, Jungkook takes a generous sip from his glass before patting the space next to him, “so, what’s wrong with this guy?”

You stop on your way to the sofa, eyebrows raised with sarcasm, “let’s cut the attitude, yeah?”

He can’t help but laugh, moving his leg when you finally sit down, “joking,” he reassures you, “but I mean, this is the third guy you’ve rejected and I didn’t even get to meet him.”

You shrug, “like you really wanted to?” Quirking an eyebrow at him, Jungkook can’t seem to look at you, laughing into his wine glass; “who’s worse here? You’ve always had at least one thing to complain about every guy I’ve brought around.”

“The bean and I have a preliminary process when it comes to guys you date,” he shrugs, licking a stray drop of wine before it can drip onto his sweatpants.

“Yes because a seven year old has a lot to say about adults and dating,” you chuckle, pushing Jungkook’s shoulder, “anyway, you aren’t missing out on anything Kook - and besides, I don’t want to introduce people into your guys’ life until I’m sure about them this time.”

Jungkook’s playfulness dies off, the wine in his glass not as interesting as the sullen look forming on your face. He watches you, the way you bend forward, one side of your hair tucked behind your ear while you anxiously pick at your cuticles.

He nudges your knee with his so you can look at him, a reassuring smile awaiting you, “that last guy fooled us all, okay?”

You sigh as a way to say, ‘it’s forgotten…no big deal…whatever…’ but Jungkook knows it’s a stain you’ve struggled to rid of for a while; “he’s been out of my life for a long time and that’s all that matters,” you stiffen your upper lip.

“Mm, cheers to that,” he clicks his glass against your water bottle, “but seriously, can I ask you something?”

You brace yourself, nodding.

“Except for that trash bag, you always seem to find a flaw in every guy you date,” Jungkook stalls for a second, reading your temperament before continuing, “why?”

Your eyes crinkle, suddenly underneath a spotlight, “do I?”

Jungkook resorts to his scrunch-nosed laugh, “are you kidding?”

“Well, okay Mr. Dating-expert,” you cross one leg over the other taking on a new defense, “you don’t find enough flaws in the women lined up outside of your house every day - why?”

He nearly spat out his wine, setting the glass down with hands surrendered to the air, “false accusation, you know I don’t bring women back here because of Mai-”

“Okay okay, you’re right, I’m sorry,” you sit back.

He laughs, “but fair enough, I guess we both don’t have the best track record when it comes to dating.”

You stand up, pulling your bag over your shoulder, “I hate to agree since it concerns me too.”

Jungkook walks you to the front door, “I’m curious to find out who this ‘old love’ is,” you turn just as he wiggles his eyebrows at you.

You force a smile with squinted eyes, “do you know me at all, Jeon? I don’t believe in fortunes, remember?”

He gives you a quick hug, watching you walk the path to your car; “I can’t wait to prove you wrong,” he says from the door.

You wave him off, “yeah-yeah save the love spiel for another time, goodnight!”

On your drive home, absent in mind, you rake your fingers through your hair. The bright glow of the red traffic light casts over you when you come to a full stop. ‘An old love will come back to you.’ You snort at the thought; they are simply typed words on a piece of paper. It means nothing.

“You don’t believe in stupid fortunes,’” you sing into the void of your car.

But it still makes your stomach queasy. Heart palpitating in your chest while your palm becomes sweaty as you ring it around the steering wheel.

“Let’s not go back there…”

“Hello? What do you mean no big deal?” Nic’s voice is a clear call into the late night, earning herself a stern look from you. “Whisper please,” you hiss through your teeth, “Mai never sleeps well when Jungkook is away, it was hell getting her down tonight.”

Nic looks at you with wily eyes, spinning every which way you turn before she gets dizzy; “oh my god, stop for sec!”

In a huff to clean up Mai’s after-dinner doodle session - crayons strewn across the table and several drawings she made as gifts for her dad’s return from a work trip, you look at your friend with exasperation painted on your face, “it’s literally what I mean Nic.”

She blinks in rapid-fire, sitting down on the ottoman while you work around the dining room. “So I’m crazy, okay yeah. Because telling me that you’re in love with your best friend of a million years is totally normal.”

You shudder at how easily those words come out of Nic’s mouth while Jungkook’s daughter sleeps in your bed. Too young to understand anyway, you can’t help but want to protect Mai from this very sensitive information about her dad.

Nic rolls her eyes, “oh relax, she’s asleep now. I’m spiraling over here, okay?”

“Just, come on,” you hit the side of your leg with the cleaning rag, desperate to get your point across, “discretion, please? This is not information I want to be tossed around.”

“How long have you felt this way?” She watches you in your haste, cleaning every speck left on the table in an attempt to avoid the conversation. You’re steeped in regret for even mentioning it to Nic. It was a confession locked in the depths of Pandora's box.

It just came out.

“I don’t know,” you groan, disappearing into the kitchen before returning with washed hands and deadpan eyes.

Nic twists around the ottoman to face you when you come around, plopping yourself on the sofa.

“That’s a lie,” she states the obvious.

The popcorn texture of your ceiling suddenly becomes interesting when you toss your head back. I need to get my ceilings smoothed. You think to yourself while Nic waits. She won’t back down.

“I remember the exact moment I fell in love with him,” you sigh, tossing your hands up only to bring them back down on the cushions. You sit upright and look at Nic, “but it’s futile to even detail that because it’s never going to happen.”

“Do you want it to? I mean really want it to? Because he has a kid…”

Eyebrows knit together, you both have to laugh at that.

“I mean, you know, getting with Jungkook means taking on a child - although worthy to mention, a kid who absolutely adores you-”

“Please, don’t make me hurt more,” you press the pads of your fingers over your shut eyes, “I can’t even fathom how much it would confuse her - and I won’t entertain this past today. I can’t.”

“You’ve obviously been holding onto this for a long time-”

“And it ends today. Jungkook is my best friend, I vowed to be here for him and Mai as his friend, that’s it.”

“Okay, and when he finds a suitable woman and falls in love with her, then what?”

You can’t help the sadness that overwhelms your entire chest, eyes piercing through Nic, “ouch.”

“I’m sorry,” she takes on a new look of pity, leaning forward, “but that’s the reality, isn’t it? If you aren’t willing to-”

“Willing to what Nic? Confess to Jungkook and ruin our friendship? Ruin my relationship with Mai?” You retort, smiling because this is just too ridiculous to even consider.

“How can you assume he doesn’t feel the same?” Nic rebuttals.

You shake your head, “it’s not happening.”

That was 2 years ago. A night you remember all too clearly but push away along with the feelings steaming inside of you - chewed up and swallowed only to return from time to time like a bad case of acid reflux.

You scoff at the fortune bouncing around in your head, “not happening.”

“What are we shopping for exactly?” Nic comes up next to you, raking through the neutral-toned tops with not much of a care about what she is seeing.

“Um,” you pick out two tank tops and hold them up against you waiting for her approval, “that cruise I’m going on next month - didn’t we talk about it?”

“Oh yeah, wait-who are you going with and why was I not invited?” She queries, noting the way you move swiftly toward the dressing rooms.

You chuckle, “I didn’t plan this trip, I was invited,” you shut the door to the changing room before Nic can follow you in. She leans against it, quirking an eyebrow, “cheeky,” she laughs, “who invited you?”

She listens to you mull over your choices, hearing your feet shuffle on the carpeted floor; “uh, Jungkook did.”

You are immediately met with silence, peeking at the bottom of the mirror where Nic’s feet reflect as she turns to face the door. “Come again? You failed to mention this romantic getaway would be with your best friend-”

Opening the door, Nic nearly falls in when you catch her. You roll your eyes; “have you always been this dramatic?”

She shrugs, “one of us has to be-back to my question.”

“Not a romantic getaway, Mai is coming and-”

“Wh-like a family vacation-”

“Nic!” Your jaw sets and she shuts it quickly, “his parents are also going, okay?”

Your friend blinks in disbelief and you give her a look that wills away any sarcastic comment she has at the ready.

You have to hand it to her, she’s a witty one; “besides it’s kind of a company cruise for him, all the employees are allowed to bring guests, okay?”

“Noted,” she purses her lips.

The silence between purchasing your items and the walk to the car is thick with Nic’s wandering mind.

“Can you just answer one thing for me?” You’re already sighing before she can ask her question once at the car. Tossing your bags in the back before getting into the driver’s seat with Nic buckled up and raring to go; “have you worked through all of that - you know, your feelings?”

You nod, “for the most part.” Nic drops her forehead into her hands, kneading away at her temples and you have to laugh, “okay, yes I have, is that better Nicola?”

“If you weren’t such a bad liar, yeah it would be!” Nic tentatively shoves your shoulder, laughing with you, “how do you manage it because I sure as hell could not.”

You relax for a moment coming to a red light, “Mai is number one here, how she feels matters first-”

“That is very noble of you, but hello, you’re human and your feelings matter too,” Nic adds with pointed inflect, “and I can’t believe I’m saying this but Jungkook should know better, inviting you to family functions like the three of you are a family before he runs off with some random-”

“Nic,” you send a wavering look her way, “I don’t mind watching Mai when I have the time, I love her-she’s like-” you startle yourself, “I just love her, alright? I don’t mind it.”

Nic shakes her head when you turn away, your eyes set back on the road. An uneasy feeling settles inside of her, wondering how you’d managed to lie into believing all of that; “Look, you know I care about you. I know he does too I just think he’s a little blind and I’m just worried it’s hurting you-”

“I’m fine,” you practically sing.

“Okay, so you are now but it will hurt you eventually if you keep pretending like this,” Nic flattens her tone.

“I said I am fine,” you say with emphasis, “anyway, it’s Sunday which means dinner at their house-” you look at her knowing she has a smirk waiting for you. You both look at each other on instinct, eyes squinted at one another, “so I am inviting you to come with, okay?”

You both laugh; “yeah whatever, I’ll join your weird not-family-tradition for tonight.”

Sunday dinner with the Jeons proceeds as usual given the extra guest. Nic prides herself on where she can observe the oddities of your friendship with Jungkook and his daughter. Even she, sworn to never birth children herself, can’t help the fluttering of her ovaries as she watches the camaraderie built between you and Jungkook’s daughter. Mai teasingly stiffens her upper lip, shoving her face near yours while a goofy voice bellows out of her. You roll your eyes at her, laughing before attacking her sides with tickling fingers.

It’s a smile on Jungkook’s face that Nic hasn’t seen before. Spending many a night out with the two of you and friends, she’s used to the suave Jungkook she’s seen at clubs. The way he talks to women, motions for them, how he sticks his tongue out just enough for flirtatious emphasis when he’s curled up with one. His ego is seen clearly across the dance floor; Nic is sure her face is turning green at the very thought of it.

“Alright kiddo,” Jungkook stretches, “it’s late-”

“Dad,” Mai whines, clinging on to you. You hide your laugh, noting the way she tries to fight her sleepiness in front of him.

He shakes his head, “it’s a school night Mai- bathroom - brush your teeth, now.”

You can’t help but feel sorry for her, catching her pitiful stare that has so fittingly fallen on you, you chuckle, “come on, I’ll tuck you in afterward.”

With that little bit of incentive, Mai jumps off the couch, quick to slouch when she passes by her dad, meekly waving goodbye to Nic before she disappears down the hallway; “be right back,” you call to them, following Mai’s very sad trail into the darkness.

Nic sighs, eyes quick to find Jungkook, “so-” her smile flattens when he finally looks at her.

“So?” He adds, his eyes slit in wonder. Nic has always been the wild card with a fiery tongue.

She widens her grin, “I hear you and your family are going on a cruise.”

He just nods, smiling into his glass before taking a drink, “she’s coming too.”

“I mean that was implied-” Nic snorts, “that’s sweet.”

Jungkook chuckles, catching the sarcastic look in Nic’s eyes, “what are you on about?”

“Jeon Jungkook you are clue-”

“She was falling asleep while brushing her teeth,” you come out with a hushed laugh, “practically had to carry her into bed.”

Jungkook tears his eyes away from Nic, both friends staring at you before they force a laugh. You shrug it off, grabbing your things along with Nic’s who meets you at the door. Jungkook follows, his hands shoved inside of his pockets.

“Thanks for letting me tag along,” Nic exaggerates her tone, accepting Jungkook’s hug before getting into the car.

You turn back to him with eyebrows raised and he shrugs.

“Okay, well I’m going to be pretty busy with work the next few weeks, they want overtime - god-”

Jungkook laughs while you struggle to get your arm in the sleeve of your jacket; “the sleeve is twisted-here,’ he says, pulling it out and holding it straight for you.

“Thanks.”

“I guess we’ll see you at the ship then,” he says, playfully pushing you toward your car.

You gently kick his ankle, “night, Jeon.”

He smiles at you, bending forward to wave at Nic who offers him a short smile; “text me when you get home.”

As always, you wave to him without a second look.

“Did dad receive the confirmation for your parking spot,” Jungkook asks while swinging his keys around his pointer finger, leaving a house he just showed, “it has the information on where you’ll park your car at the port.”

“He did and what about you, will you be doing the same?” Mrs. Jeon then asks about you, “how will she get there?”

He can’t help but giggle, his ever-curious mother always wondering about you, worrying that a small task may be a little too inconvenient for you, “you should pick her up really.”

Jungkook settles into his car, a playful eye roll following his mother’s assumptions, “already taken care of mom.”

“Good,” a sigh of relief can be heard on his end, “how is she anyway, we haven’t seen her since Mai’s little school performance.”

“Slow down, yeah?” Jungkook chuckles, “she’s busy too but good, I think anyway. She came over Sunday for dinner-”

“As usual,” Mrs. Jeon snickers to herself, “why don’t you bring her over here for dinner once in a while? I would like to see her too.”

“You really want that?” He arches an eyebrow.

Mrs. Jeon clicks her tongue, “yah, my son, you say that as if she hasn’t been an important part of my grandchild’s life. Of course, we want to see her but you say she’s always busy.”

“Oh,” he pouts, thinking it over, “well we have a whole week to catch up so you can make up for lost time then.”

“Mhm,” he could hear the smirk on his mom’s face, “she deserves a break Jungkook-ah, you know?”

Jungkook nods as if his mom could see him, “of course she does.”

“Between her work and then watching the baby, you keep her busy.”

Jungkook frowns, “yah mom, this is why Mai acts like a baby sometimes, she’s not a baby anymore, she’s turning eight-”

Mrs. Jeon clicks her tongue in protest again, “she’ll always be my grand-baby, and you - you’re forever my baby…”

He can’t help but smile this time, “yeah, I know. Anyway, you make it sound like I employ her or something, she comes in on her free time- whenever she pleases.”

“Ok ok,” his mother’s gentle laugh he can remember so clearly from childhood eases out of her, “I just worry she’ll think otherwise.”

“I’m sure she doesn’t mom,” Jungkook sighs.

“Anyway, that’s what dad and I will be there for, yeah? To spend time with Mai and give you two some free time to do whatever-”

“And some family time with all of us, but I appreciate it, I’m sure we can squeeze in a childless night.”

Mrs. Jeon chuckles before ending the call, but not before one more reminder about inviting you over to dinner sometime soon.

Jungkook laughs to himself as he pulls into his driveway. Like clockwork, Mai’s school bus arrives at the corner. He steps out and waves to the bus driver when they drive off before Mai comes running down the sidewalk and into his arms.

“Hey, dad!” She wraps her arms around his neck, kissing the cheek he purposefully puffed out for her.

“You’re getting big, bean,” he groans, faking a backache after setting her down. He rests his hand atop her head, hanging her backpack for her before they trail into the kitchen.

“Your muscles aren’t so strong anymore then,” Mai quips, tossing a quick shoulder shrug her dad’s way when he turns back from the refrigerator to glare at her.

“Smart-alec,” he mutters, tossing a small tangerine at her. She dodges it and sticks her tongue out at him, screeching when he makes a run for her. With several feet of height on his daughter, Jungkook snatches her in no time, throwing her over his shoulder, tattooed fingers tickling her sides.

Jovial screams and giggles leap out of the little girl until he tosses her on the sofa, her dark hair a wild mess and cheeks red, “not fair dad, you’re still bigger,” she pouts suddenly. Jungkook leans over the couch, laughing while swiping Mai’s hair out of her face, pinching her cheek in the process, “what do you want to eat for dinner, kid? Ordering in tonight.”

Mai jumps up in excitement, shouting your name.

He laughs, pulling his phone out to peruse a menu to order from, “not tonight- I have a work dinner, so you’ll be-”

“Not a babysitter-dad!” Mai whines, stomping her feet toward him, “I don’t want a babysitter, they aren’t fun.”

He shrugs, taking her chin in his hand and squeezing it, “sorry babe, she’s busy tonight.”

“Fine, whatever,” Mai turns in one swift motion and disappears into the den, homework in hand.

Jungkook groans with a slight curl to his lip, “yah, whatever…” he says to himself, wondering when his 7-year-old became a teenager.

With aching feet and a dull throbbing in your head, you sit at the breakfast nook in silence, swallowed up in the pleasant darkness of your apartment.

“Is it time to retire yet?” You want to cry like a baby, be coddled like one, rocked to sleep.

Just then a ding from your phone pulls you from your minute misery; a text message.

[Mark]: Okay, I’m going to level with you, should I stop trying? This is the third time in the last two weeks you’ve canceled our date…

You purse your lips, re-reading Mark’s message while the conversation you had with Jungkook weeks ago looms in the back of your mind.

‘Always something wrong with every guy you date…’

You shake your head; that’s not true. Mark is a very sweet guy. He is kind of introverted in a big group but alone, he’s all about you. He treats you well and as much as Jungkook wants to tease you about it - Mark is not a bad kisser.

But…

You sigh as you tap away at the keyboard.

[You]: I’m sorry Mark…as you can see, I’m not great at being forthcoming…or communicating.

[Mark]: no, what??

Haha come on I’m an adult, I can handle rejection :’)

You smile, warmed by Mark’s playful attitude.

[You]: Is it worse if I say that you are a great friend? Because you really are.

[Mark]: Oo yeah, that hurts a little but you’re good, I’ll find some way to get over you..

[You]: Don’t make it worse >< seriously Mark, you’ve been good to me these last few months, it’s nothing personal.

[Mark]: you deserve it and I’m sure the guy knows it already

Your eyes widen.

[You]: Sorry.. what are you talking about?

[Mark]: Come on I’m not stupid either haha every time we were together and that kid called or her dad, you dropped everything to talk to them. Rubbing salt in my wound here, but didn’t you leave our date once to be with her?

Oh, that guy.

[You]: Right…He’s my best friend…and his daughter I mean yeah, I would do anything for her. So I can’t apologize for that, but this is even more proof that you are a great guy!

[Mark]: hahaha, ok I got it, I have to say this is the least demoralizing way any woman has rejected me before

[You]: You’re welcome? Haha. Good night (:

It couldn’t have gone any better, the guilt over Mark that settled in your stomach was now gone, but you couldn’t figure out why it didn’t make you feel better.

Mark is smart but he was wrong. Well…maybe answering Mai’s phone call that one night, while you and Mark were making out on his couch, was a bit excessive? You cringe at the thought…

Peeling yourself from those memories and the barstool proves easier when your incentive is to no longer question what everyone around you seems to have common knowledge of. Pouring water into a steel pot, you set it on the stove to boil for some ramen.

Not long after your meal is done your phone rings with the Jeons’ home number flashing across the screen; “Bean?” You answer, knowing it’s Mai since Jungkook only calls you from his cell phone.

You are greeted with an exasperated huff before she whispers harshly into the phone, “why didn’t you come watch me tonight?”

Choosing to eat straight from the pot because it was one of those days, you bring it into the living room, a grimace on your face, “my sincerest apologies kid. I told your dad I’d be busy with work since we’re all going on vacation soon.”

“Oh, well, I don’t like this babysitter, she treats me like a little kid,” you almost choke on your first bite of noodles, stifling a laugh at Mai’s dispense.

“Okay one - you are a kid and two - be nice, three - where is your dad?”

Mai scoffs with gusto into the phone, “work dinner,” she exasperates, “dad thinks I’m a dummy, I know he’s on a date.”

Your heart drops and with it goes your appetite, setting the half-eaten food down on your coffee table. You move the phone away for a moment, allowing yourself a second to let out a long breath before continuing, “how do you know that, you know your dad is a busy guy, he goes on plenty of work dinners.”

“Hm- again I’m smart, dad says he is going on company dinners when it’s actually with work people,” Mai’s tone is flippant, “but when it’s a date? He calls them ‘work dinners.’”

“Oh right,” you curse yourself for having this adult conversation with a child, “duh.”

Mai laughs, “dad has been going on a lot of work dinners-”

You clam your eyes shut, “y-you know what bean, I’m sorry but I’m exhausted- are you in any immediate danger that requires me to come over there?

“No,” Mai sighs with obvious disappointment, “I guess not.”

Even with the unsettling of your heart, Mai always manages to melt you to your core, “you sure?”

“Dad would be mad if I made you come here, I’m okay, I just miss you I guess,” her voice suddenly drops, and the little kid is back. The innocence you love so much about her pulls you in.

“I miss you too,” you say, “but hey- the cruise is coming up soon, okay? You’ll have your grandparents, your dad-”

“And you, duh,” she adds.

You shake your head, chuckling, “and me.”

After talking her through her irritation and simply missing the two people that are her entire world, Mai hangs up a little more satisfied.

You? You call it an early night, ignoring the dreaded feeling hanging from your heartstrings.

You aren’t sure how to feel once you wake up on the first day of vacation. Having lost sleep over the last week while bitterly packing for the cruise, you thought up several ways you could have canceled before getting to this day. Picking up your phone on several occasions to text Jungkook only to picture Mai’s disappointment. She likely would have shed a tear or two at your expense.

Finally the night before, you swallowed back your pride and zipped up your packed suitcase which was now sitting in the back of Jungkook’s trunk with the rest of their things. He and Mai sang along to a song while you tapped your hand against your leg, unable to keep the smile away from your face for long.

Mrs. Jeon greets you eagerly after smothering Mai in kisses, taking the three of you ahead as you enter the ship.

“Home for the next week,” Jungkook comes up from behind and puts his arm around you, pressing his palm into Mai’s hair and messing with it while she tries to fight him off. You move away from him and walk towards the elevators, “shall we settle in our rooms?”

Mai is the first to react, running toward you and grabbing your hand in the process before the rest follow.

Once in the rooms with Jungkook’s parents only a few doors down from your suite, Mai pops in and out of the door connecting your room to theirs, “we can have sleepovers every night!” She cheers.

You shake your head, laughing at her excitement while still taking it all in yourself. Jungkook comes in from your balcony, pressing two fingers against Mai’s forehead when she goes throttling toward him, “relax monster,” he chuckles, “and not every night, okay?”

“Okay, but at least when you go on work dinners,” Mai peers passed Jungkook’s hip at you making a face too devilish for a child, “I can sleep in her room?”

You’re glad the bed is there to catch you when you sit back. Jungkook gently pushes her head back, laughing, “we’ll see.”

You have to swallow back that all too familiar sickness, “come on Kook, it’s vacation.” Mai leaps forward with a toothy smile, “yeah dad, vacation!” She shouts, wrapping her arms around Jungkook’s legs.

You watch the two of them dance around your room, Mai standing on top of Jungkook’s feet while they tease each other; “duck feet,” Mai says, proceeding to quack at her father.

“Do you uh- you have to work while we’re here?” You ask Jungkook. He sticks his bottom lip out and shakes his head, “nope, just one brunch with a few colleagues but that’s it.”

You despise the relief that immediately washes over you.

Switching into vacation mode proves a lot easier than you anticipated, given the new information Mai shared with you during that one phone call. You hate to admit it to yourself, but seeing Jungkook stick around for the first couple of days provides relief for you that he is in fact, not going on any work dinners this trip.

Shut up shut up shut UP…

Your thoughts eat away at your brain while you sit poolside, taking a break from carrying Mai around on your shoulders like a mermaid - per her request. You were her throne and she, the mermaid princess of an undersea world, Jungkook the villainous merman out to seek her crown. After a victorious battle against said merman, you urge Mai to continue playing with her dad because being the throne is a weighty job.

Watching them is almost better.

Like a shooting star, a smile beams across your face, sitting back to hold yourself together, barking with laughter when Jungkook throws Mai into the air. A shriek of excitement falls out of her until she lands safely in a big splash.

Jungkook raptures you as you look over to find his head tossed back, perfect teeth showing as he laughs with every part of his being - eyes closed, the only visible part of his face is the utter joy he is feeling.

Your heart beats faster, cheeks grow hotter but not from the sun. Like the kind of gasp that escapes you during a jump scare in a horror movie, a memory locked so deep floods your head. You lower the brim of your hat to hide the immediate tears that flood your eyes, relieved to see Jungkook and Mai continue to chase each other around the pool, making waves while splashing one another.

It was a long day, Jungkook enlisted your help with a colicky baby Mai in need. You read up on as many articles as you could before heading over to their place, finding him in a panic though he was trying to repress it for the time being.

With much effort on both ends, Mai was finally asleep after hours of fussing. Jungkook, desperate for his daughter’s relief to the point of tears, you decided to leave them alone in his bedroom while you claimed a spot on the couch.

Waking up hours later, the sun is long gone. You head to his bedroom to say goodbye.

The door is still open and you find Jungkook lying on his side with his back to you, instead of sleeping like you initially assumed, he is humming. One hand rests under his head while the other moves in an up-and-down motion. You stand on your tiptoes and see Mai is still asleep, laid out on her back with her limbs sticking out, you cover your mouth to stifle a chuckle.

She looks angelic - long eyelashes tickling the tops of her chubby cheeks, you can even hear her heavy breathing beyond Jungkook’s soft hum.

“Is it possible to be this in love?” His voice captures your ears but it’s a welcomed sound. You can’t see his face but you’re sure he’s near to tears for the second time that day. Pushing off of the wall, you walk to the edge of the bed. Jungkook’s eyes dart to you, dropping his head, silently laughing at himself.

You pat his ankle, a chummy smile covering your face only to tease him, “I’m heading home, will you two be okay?”

He looks back at Mai before nodding, “thank you,” he sighs before moving out of bed but you try to stop him, assuring him that you can make it to the door in one piece.

“When do I ever let you walk out alone?” He whispers, kissing Mai’s cheek before carefully moving off the bed. He follows you to the front door. When you turn to wish him and Mai a full night’s rest, he swallows you in a hug. You stand stiff for a moment, unable to recall if this was something that had ever occurred before. You weren’t the bear-hugging type of friend.

Even more, you can feel your heart thrum against Jungkook’s and suddenly it becomes natural as you melt into his hold. You wrap your arms around his middle to which he pulls you closer and tighter.

Eyes closed, the feeling of being in his arms is overwhelming and cheesy as it all feels, you have to will the tears away as a rush of feelings come flooding over you. Every over-thought you’d wondered up to this moment is answered.

‘Am I falling for him? No…wait.

Do I love my best friend?’

“We love you,” Jungkook says close to your ear, shaking you from your thoughts, but with them are the crackings of your heart, “I don’t say that enough,” he adds. He finally releases you and you have to pull yourself together in a second.

“Jungkook, I told you I’d be here for you and Mai- no question.” You manage to say, clearing your throat.

Walking away from his house that night, you know for you, it’s all changed.

A shrill cry of your name jolts you awake, cold water splashing your midriff. Your eyes focus back and on Mai who is now sitting on Jungkook’s shoulders, “let’s race,” she says. Without hesitance you jump in after them, pulling a giggling Mai into the pool with you who begs for mercy.

After a warm shower, sleep proves victor over the book Mai begged hands and knees for you to read, but by the time you washed up and changed into fresh pajamas, Mai’s face was planted into Jungkook’s pillow, hair splayed across the white pillowcase.

Jungkook hears you chuckle from his place on the balcony. Turning to look over his shoulder just as you kiss Mai’s head, a gentle flutter in his chest mimics the rocking of the ship.

“She’s going to need an entire week to recuperate after this trip,” you come out and sit on the bench with him, drawing your legs up and holding them to your chest. Jungkook’s silence makes you curious, but when you look over, the look on his face tells you why.

Brows are set straight with his arms crossed in front of his chest, you can see every thought that's running through his mind. Instead of pegging him with a question, you tap his leg with your foot. He takes a sharp breath in, laughing at himself when he looks at you.

“I was just thinking,” he groans, moving forward to rest his face in his hands. Your heart crawls out of your chest in search of a way to soothe your best friend, yet all the same, you just want to hold him.

“I was just thinking…” he sighs with a shrug, “back when I was twenty-one, convinced I was this big hotshot with a realtor’s license and brand new BMW,” he laughs in shame, “ah- then all of a sudden there’s a helpless baby who I had no time to prepare for.”

You remember that time with him; recalling the day Jungkook called you to his then apartment, voice too shaken to explain why he needed you there as he returned a missed call from the local hospital. Of course, your mind assumed he was diagnosed with some kind of illness.

But with the call on speaker, you watched the color drain from his face as child protective services spoke to him on the other end. Words are thrown around like fireballs- ‘your name was put on the birth certificate by her birth mother Mr. Jeon…a DNA test has been ordered so we will need you to come down to the clinic to complete it. For now, the infant will be placed with our services upon release from the hospital.’

‘No,’ he was quick to respond, ‘no-don’t do that please, I’ll bring her home. Can-can I bring her home?’

“You didn’t need that test to prove what you already knew,” you add, watching the way your best friend runs his hands back and forth through his hair.

He took the test anyway and it was of course confirmed that Mai was his; “when you called me over, I couldn’t imagine what they would say and that was definitely the farthest thing from my mind.”

“Wouldn’t change it for the world now that I know I’m a capable dad but-” his confidence drops and you sit forward, bending your head until you can see his face.

“But what?” You ask.

“Any chance at falling in love is out the window-” you can hear the guilt in his voice when he says that. He sits back and you follow, keeping your eyes on him. He chuckles with a crooked grin, “what?”

“Why do you do that? It doesn’t hurt you?”

He sighs, looking back at the water, “it’s easier, isn’t it? Sleeping around rather than risking a broken heart?”

“Jungkook, Mai’s mother-she was foolish for leaving you and even more for leaving Mai-I mean let’s not forget she, herself never even told you about your child in the first place-”

“Yeah but I’m still an idiot for even going there with her, I knew all she wanted was something casual and I gave it to her just so I could feel something.” He shakes his head.

“But one really good thing came out of that, right?” You push, taking your fingers and nudging his chin to force a smile on his face.

He doesn’t argue, thinking of the little girl that is sound asleep inside.

A quiet hum settles inside of your chest drawing Jungkook to look at you. Your eyes set on the moonlight reflecting against the water; “I love your kid Jungkook.”

Just looking at your smile when you turn to face him, it’s a sight that nestles deep inside of his chest; “I already did before you even brought her home but I swear, my heart almost can’t take how much I love Mai.”

The gentle rock of the boat begins to lull you into sleep; chilly ocean air creates goosebumps over your skin as you fight your eyes rolling back, your breathing slows as a content hum comes out of you. Jungkook watches you for a moment, noticing the slight chatter in your teeth that pulls a giggle from him, “come here.”

Your heavy eyelids open to look at him, blinking inquisitively as he brings you closer to him. “I’m trying to warm you up,” he chuckles with another tug of your hand. He scoots down to rest his head along the sofa so you can lay your head comfortably on his shoulder; Jungkook’s body heat is all you need to fully accept his invitation.

“Just so you know,” he clears his throat, “because I know how my kid is,” Jungkook’s voice sounds like a subtle purr, “she loves you too.”

Caught in a haze of exhaustion and more emotion than your heart can handle, you nuzzle against Jungkook’s shoulder, willing yourself to fall asleep with those sentiments in mind.

On the cusp of a deep sleep, you swear you feel Jungkook press his lips to the top of your head as he carries you off into the room.

When you wake up in the morning, you’re immediately aware this is not your bed though it isn’t entirely unfamiliar. Your heart launches in your throat as you sit up on your elbows, eyes pressed shut.

Okay now!

They pop open, your initial concern to find Jungkook lying there settles when you see Mai at your side. Her long raven hair strung across her face.

A snore causes you to jump; awakened by his snore, Jungkook looks at you with one eye open, his body contorted to the size of the narrow cot meant for Mai. His feet dangling off the edge.

“You could have slept in my bed,” you snort.

He sits up, the sheet falling off to reveal his rippled chest and abs. You’ve seen his muscles several times, but the setting is far too intimate this time. You have to look away, pulling Mai’s hair off of her face. Jungkook stands and stretches, “it was nice falling asleep to you guys’ breathing- peaceful,” he says before disappearing into the bathroom.

The days go by too fast. Each one was filled with various activities tailored to Mai as she enjoyed the time with her grandparents. On several occasions, she couldn’t help but announce how happy she was to have her favorite people with her all at the same time.

Although, on the second to last night, you fail to ignore when Jungkook doesn’t return from that brunch as soon as he assured Mai he would, showing up early in the evening sans tie and a fresh mark on the side of his neck.

He comes lazily into your room after a shower, greeted by Mai with open arms, “where were you?” She asks, pressing her face into his side.

“I’m sorry.” His answer is short and hardly an answer. You turn away to hide your disappointment, closing the coloring book Mai was using and putting away her crayons; “your parents said you had unexpected business come up after brunch?” You ask.

He looks at you and nods.

Liar.

“But look bean,” he picks Mai up, conveniently placing her where she can’t point out the hickey, “you’re going to dinner alone with grandma and grandpa tonight, okay?” Mai throws her head back, “you’re abandoning me again?”

You can’t help but laugh, curiosity pushing away the heaviness in your chest, “wait, why?”

Jungkook looks at Mai, “cover your ears.”

“But-”

He curls an eyebrow at her and with a loud scoff, she does as he says.

“They want us to have a night out. We can go to the club downstairs - dancing and drinks?” He wiggles his eyebrows at you.

You shake your head, laughing while your resolve not to give in slips away, “I have a dress that deserves to be seen, might as well.”

While Jungkook spends the last few hours of daylight with Mai, you don’t waste any time and get ready. It isn’t often you can pamper yourself like this; hair laid sleek against your back, taking time on your makeup to ensure its lasting quality because you plan to dance away the troubles of your heart.

Just as you buckle the other strap to your heel, there’s a knock at the main door of your room. You peer into Jungkook and Mai’s room through the connecting door which has remained open the majority of the trip, remembering he left just a few minutes before to drop Mai off at his parents’ room.

You open it without much thought, stumbling back when you come face to face with your best friend. He catches you by the wrist, chuckling.

His hair is combed with an effortless side part, thick bangs swept on either side of his forehead. His patterned buttoned-down stands out though the short sleeves allow his tattoos to be on display. White slacks and a new pair of shoes adorn his lower half while a touch of gold jewelry ties it all together. Pushing your figurative tongue back into your mouth, you offer a simple compliment before stepping out.

Going unnoticed is the way Jungkook’s eyes slink over your figure, selfishly detailing in his memory how your dress fits you in all the right places.

“Hurry up slowpoke,” you call to him, already halfway down the hallway. He looks at you, wondering if you’ve caught him staring. You choose to turn away before he can see the smirk on your face.

Music booms around you while a colorful group of people aged from 21 to 90 fills the space for a final night of hoorah as you settle at the bar. Your feet are already aching after Jungkook pulled you straight onto the dance floor when you initially arrived. Having clubbed with him on many occasions, you aren’t surprised by his rhythm and ease in gyrating his hips to the music. Perhaps a little closer to you than you are used to, but you’ll allow a pass tonight. And really, are you complaining?

No. But you choose to ignore that voice in your head.

Jungkook is looking around until he finds your eyes. You blink, clearing your throat, “I have a confession.” He scoots in closer so he can hear you better, eyes dropping to meet yours. Stirring in his seat, you wonder if he’s fidgeting out of discomfort.

Liquid courage pushes you to continue, “I broke into my minibar and had a little pre-game before you came,” you admit. Jungkook drops his head and laughs at you again. His eyes squint beneath a beaming smile, you practically choke at how beautiful he looks, “y-you might have to carry me back to my room later.” Your tongue suddenly feels numb as you stumble over your words.

He nods, “you deserve to let loose,” his expression takes on more sincerity, “you do so much for me and Mai.”

If not for the mood lighting flashing in various colors, you swear Jungkook’s face is flushed. His blinks are slow and you wonder when he’ll stop looking at you like that-

“Here you are.” The bartender barrages in with your drinks. You jump slightly while Jungkook thanks the man, a straight line forming his lips.

After two shots and another finished drink, Jungkook is ready to dance into the wee hours of the morning. Head caught in a constant loop after those shots, you insist he goes on his own. Just then a woman’s voice appears close to your ear, causing you to jump back. Jungkook looks to where you are with some sort of a smile appearing on his face but you can hardly make it out through a hazy gaze.

He’s saying your name and you make every effort to concentrate, “this is my colleague, Rosie.”

Rosie smiles at you but you notice more the way her hands are wrapped around Jungkook’s bicep and then the way she moves her hand to smooth across his shoulders, tucking her fingers beneath his collar.

Rosie from brunch. You smile, “nice to meet you.” You can’t help when your eyes ghost over the mark on Jungkook’s neck once more, the one you’ve had to pretend wasn’t there the entire night.

“Likewise,” she hardly spares you a second look before her eyes are glued to Jungkook’s, “let’s go dance.”

Jungkook sets his attention on you when you stand, making it a point to plant your feet firmly on the ground, “go, I need to use the restroom.”

Rosie wastes no time and pulls Jungkook away.

You groan, staring at yourself in the mirror, eyes weighed down with one too many drinks though you’re still able to stand on your own. That deserves a pat on the back along with your determination to not allow this night to go sour as you make your way out to the dance floor once more.

But it all comes to a screeching halt when you spot Rosie and Jungkook, even more, the way his lips hover dangerously close over the skin of her neck, his hand smoothing over her waist. Their bodies are pressed together as they dance with not an inch of breathing space to spare between the two.

You can’t help the fire that rages through you though tears sting your eyes. Before he can see, given he even looks up for one minute, you make a desperate escape towards the exit.

Stupid..so stupid. Stupid on a monumental level. What did you think was going to happen-he’d magically fall in love with you on this trip? Yes…NO.

You sniffle as you rub the heels of your feet, skin red from the pain inflicted by your choice of footwear. Even after a long shower, scrubbing the black makeup off your eyes that melted onto the bags that are now present - you can’t shake the aching in your chest.

“Ugh,” you groan, tossing yourself back onto your bed. Hair still sopping wet from your shower and dressed in your comfiest pajamas, nothing could soothe you at this point. Mind still swimming in a drunken state, you wish you could just black out already.

Click.

The door to Jungkook and Mai’s room closes. You shoot up into a sitting position once more, immediately regretting that. Jungkook peers in through that middle door, chuckling at you and a little less drunk than you. He always held his liquor better than you did.

That fire flickers in you once more, so slight but it causes you to twitch. You can’t un-notice it, even when you look away for a moment while he moves over to you. His hair is a mess, shirt hastily buttoned, and the collar is tinted pink, not to mention the faded lipstick marks around his jaw. He steps any closer to you and you could name the brand of perfume she was wearing.

“Club closed like two hours ago,” your words are still a bit slurred. Jungkook just chuckles, “yeah, I’m beat.” You shake your head while he moves back in the direction of his room.

“Old habits die hard,” you mutter venomously.

Jungkook cocks his head, taken aback, “what?”

You straighten your shoulders when he looks at you, “are you really going to risk putting yourself in this same situation again? Just for a one-night stand? Have you forgotten how Mai came into the picture?” The deep frown on your face is hardly enough to hide how you swallow back the gasp following your accusation. The dagger you’ve pierced him with digs into his back while a crushing pain swallows him whole, you can see the crumbling beneath your best friend’s eyes.

His cheeks grow red when he turns back towards the door, “go to sleep,” he mumbles in a tone that has the ground shaking, tossing his room key to the side, “you’re drunk.”

You flinch when he slams the door shut.

The swaying of the boat doesn’t help the unsettling waves in your stomach and throbbing head. Even with the new presence of another person on the balcony, your head remains cradled in your hands.

“Here,” Jungkook says in a low tone but it still makes your head throb. He reaches out to you with a water bottle in hand, “and take these.”

You peer up, the torturous rays of the sun hurt your eyes. You shake your head. Jungkook smacks his tongue in disapproval, taking up the bottom space of the lounging chair you're sitting on. He opens the bottle for you and brings it up to your lips, “stubbornness won’t make you feel better, drink.”

“Oh god, please don’t say that word,” you retch, taking a sip. Another second later Jungkook pops the two aspirin into your mouth, assisting you with another swig of water.

The rushing waves settle around you but the awkward silence can be cut with the dagger Jungkook was still holding onto. He sighs, looking away from the wooden deck of the balcony.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so drunk before,” he says. The strained laughter that follows makes your chest grow hot along with the heaviness in his tone.

You feel his gaze fall over you and you finally look up at him, removing your sunglasses. He doesn’t tear his attention away from you, waiting to see if you’ll do anything, say anything.

“Do you remember-”

You’re nodding before he can finish his sentence, “I remember what I said.” You wish you didn’t, probably even more than Jungkook wishes he never heard it.

Jungkook sits there a little bit stunned, straightening his back and you can see the frown grow on his brow, “not that I owe you any explanation - I didn’t sleep with her, we just - I don’t know I just couldn’t-”

You question him with your eyes, “you’re right Jungkook, you don’t need to explain anything to me, we’re both adults.” You cut him off before it can hurt anymore, irritation lining your tone which Jungkook picks up on the latter. Somehow he still misses the longing behind your eyes.

“How about some leniency? I’m trying to be nice even though you insulted me last night-”

“You don’t have to be nice to me, I was out of line so let’s just drop it. I’m sorry for ever saying anything-”

“Will you let me care about you?” He snaps back. It catches you off guard, even when he’s been angry in the past, he’s never snapped at anybody. But the shock isn’t enough to stop you from feeling angry too.

“What are you talking-if this is you caring about me then please, spare me. I mean y-you came back to the room like nothing-” you groan out of frustration, swinging your legs over the lounge chair to stand up. The uneven weight nearly sends Jungkook to the ground but he manages to catch himself.

“Like nothing-what?” Jungkook follows you into your room.

“Nothing Jungkook, nothing happened, that’s what I mean. And you know what, nothing is ever going to happen,” you mutter, tossing clothes into your opened suitcase.

He grasps for the words falling from your mouth, managing to hear every last one, “what do you mean?”

You shake your head, “look let’s just give each other space, yeah? We only have today left so let me just do what you brought me here to do - let me do what I do best apparently.”

The riddled expression on his face only makes you grow more impatient for him to leave you alone; “that’s why I’m here right Jungkook - to take care of Mai while you rendezvous? I’m just a babysitter for Mai - that’s all I’ve ever been to you since she was born, right?”

His eyes grow cold while your words only chip away at him more and more, “you’re my best friend, I invited you to come because you’re like family-”

“Oh, just stop!” You twist pieces of your clothing between angry fists, “stop doing this to me-stop saying those things to me, stop cuddling with me like we’re-we-” you’re sputtering on the edge of stone-cold tears, “you just-you have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

“Then tell me,” he urges you, “for God’s sake talk to me instead of pushing me away-”

“Jungkook, I love you,” you cry desperately, your body sinking, “I-I love you, and I can’t do it anymore.” You collapse onto the edge of your bed, praying the tears will go away so you can get a coherent thought out, shaking your head.

“I can’t do this anymore, Jungkook.” You weep quietly.

All he can do is whisper your name to break the deafening silence.

“Just leave,” you look at him with red, tear-filled eyes, “please.”

“But we should talk-”

“I won’t do this anymore…I just can’t,” you can’t stop crying, “please leave.”

There isn’t anything more heart-breaking than when the door shuts behind your best friend, you are left alone to steep in the figurative mess left around you. A storm rages your mind while tear after tear continues to fall, even when you occupy yourself with stuffing everything into your suitcase. Some hours pass when you’re still in your room, suitcase packed. You can hear Mai enter their room, voice muffled behind the closed door she was so used to being open.

Follows is a stern call of her name from Jungkook just before the doorknob turns but abruptly stops along with your heart. You can hear her asking him why before you assume he pulls her away from the door.

You force your eyes shut, pressing your tear-stained face into your pillow and praying the last day on this god-awful ship will magically be over when you open your eyes again. Body exhausted from the emotional day, you feel yourself sink into darkness until all subconscious thought disappears.

It was a fight to get Mai to understand why you weren’t going home with them the next morning. You never lied to her. Not once in all of these years. Not until today when you told her it had to do with work, that was why. She slumped into her grandma’s hug before going over to the car per Jungkook’s request who was standing near you.

“Jungkook, I just want to go home and I already called an Uber so-”

He just nods but you can see the hurt in his eyes, “will you text me-us? Text us when you get home?”

You look down at your phone, “I-um- I need to go over to the waiting area where I’ll be picked up, thanks for inviting me.” With that, you’re turning away before he can even breathe a second time. Jungkook can’t tear his eyes away from you, watching you walk away, wanting to watch you until you're a speck in the distance.

“Mai is buckled in Jungkook-ah.” His dad calls him away before he can do any of that.

His thoughts spiral on the drive back home.

‘I can’t do this anymore…I won’t do this.’ Your words play like a broken movie reel in his mind. A sick feeling settles in Jungkook’s stomach; a strong taste of bile rises in his throat as he wonders if you mean it.

The days following begin to fuse into the next before you realize two weeks have gone by. Two weeks of missed phone calls from Jungkook but even more painful are the missed calls from their house phone.

Mai.

You have to hold your stomach every time you think of Mai. The innocent one caught between two adults she thinks the world of, the only two who are her entire world. It’s enough to make you want to lose all contents of your stomach which hasn’t been much lately. Getting by on a couple of sips from your morning tea and a bite or two of unbuttered sourdough bread before heading off to work.

Everything has lost its taste, life as you know it has lost flavor.

You always enjoyed work, as stressful as it could be at times. But it was becoming your mute therapist because you couldn’t talk about the things warring your mind. They just bottled inside of you, one after the other; when would it finally implode?

Three knocks sound at your front door and you jump away from the counter, a small plate with a sad sandwich placed on top of it. You abandon it, you’re sure the bread is starting to mold anyway. Poking your head around the corner, your eyes are wide as they stare down the narrow hallway. The runner in the center of the floor is left askew, shoes tossed under the hallway table cluttered with your keys and three days of mail; everything is left unopened.

The doorbell screeches like a hungry crow; you yelp a curse before clamping your hand over your mouth. There’s no way he has the gull to show up at your house…

A muffled call of your name sounds on the other side of the door followed by rapid presses of the doorbell.

It’s Nic.

You sigh, moving down the hallway as quickly as you can before tearing the door open. Nic stands there with her arm up, her hand fisted ready to knock on the door, “well, hello stranger!” Her voice is laced with sarcasm and a toothy smile to boot. She’s already setting her things down on the small breakfast nook that separates the kitchen from the living room, she follows your every move until you’re standing on the opposite side of the counter, a waiting expression sits on her face.

“Wine?” She asks. You’re impressed when she pulls a long bottle out of her purse, something like Mary Poppins would do if she wasn’t so cheerful.

You shake your head, pushing the bottle back into her bag, “I’m cutting myself off forever.”

“Ah,” she nods knowingly and it’s confirmation enough that she is aware of the revelation that occurred on the cruise. You know he called her and asked her to check on you.

You lean onto the counter and Nic does the same after propping herself up on a barstool, “he sent you,” you state rather than ask. You know your best friends through and through. And beneath your broken pride and splitting heart, you can admit that they know you just the same.

Instead of a joke, she just purses her lips and offers you an apologetic smile, “he did.”

You shrug, resting your hand under your chin. The two of you continue in a stare-off that holds a thousand words between your shaking eyes and Nic’s patient ones. She doesn’t press you like you’re used to, but perhaps that’s because she can see the sheen across your eyes or the way you keep swallowing back the lump in your throat.

Nic, opinionated in all her ways and always managing to impose them on the ones she holds near and dear, bites her bottom lip when you close your eyes only for a few tears to fall shortly after.

She clears her throat, pressing a tissue into your hand while your head hangs low; “you should talk to him, babe.”

You’re shaking your head and Nic sighs, biting back her words until you pick your head up to look at her.

She’s careful but direct; “So that’s it, you just cut him off? For how long are you planning on doing that - for forever?” Nic knows how ridiculous that sounds. Even more than when you swore you would take your once secret love for Jungkook to the grave.

“That’s the plan,” you croak, pressing the tissue over your eyes so it can soak up your tears.

“And Mai?” Nic retorts.

Your hands drop onto the counter along with your stomach; there’s no answer for that.

“Custody isn’t necessarily a thing between friends-”

“Nic,” you give her a stern look and she apologizes.

“Look, you don’t need me to say this because I know you, and I know how much you love Mai,” Nic’s tone sounds desperate for you to hear her, “but I’m going to say it anyway - I get seeing him and talking to him sounds incredibly painful, but are you really willing to lose that little girl’s trust? I mean anyone can see that she worships the ground you walk on,” Nic can’t help but chuckle but her seriousness never fades, “if you decide never to talk to them again, that-” Nic pushes her pointer finger onto the countertop, “that will be excruciating for her…” The second to pause allows you to feel the final crushing of your heart before Nic finishes.

“You can’t make this choice for her and not be in her life all of a sudden just because you want to run away from reality - Mai is just as much in this painful reality with you and Jungkook.”

You hate how right she is. You hate that Nic has taken every single word out of your mouth and made sense of it.

The sun is setting over the city as Jungkook continues to stare out the window of his office. It’s the end of a long workday. He’s tired after showing several houses from one end of the boulevard to the other. His feet hurt, his neck is aching, and he’s sick of wearing this stupid suit.

But he can’t think of anything else. He can’t think of anyone else. All he can think about is you. Sick with worry about his daughter who has no understanding of what’s happened. She’s asked to sleep with him every night for the past two weeks, it was the only thing that could soothe her anxiety. He wanted to be mad at you for cutting Mai off. Himself, he could understand, but Mai? Then again, he wondered how much he was to blame too. Did he unintentionally put his daughter in this spot? Going out with a different woman at least a few nights a week, asking you to babysit Mai every time? If he had just been honest from the beginning, maybe none of this would have happened.

He scoffs at himself, ripping his tie from around his neck and tossing it onto his desk. Of course, idiot, if you just confessed years ago, this wouldn’t be happening. Mai wouldn’t be experiencing her first heartbreak at seven years old. Selfishly, he wouldn’t have had to see the hurt that split you right down the middle when he waltzed in that night covered in another woman’s touch.

All the times you saw him that way.

Idiot. He has to laugh. Idiot doesn’t even begin to cover it.

“Hi baby,” Jungkook sweeps Mai into his arms when he finally arrives home, relieving the babysitter. Mai rests her head on his shoulder, pressing the moles she can see on his face with her finger. He’s not used to her being so quiet.

It’s late; way past her bedtime.

“I couldn’t sleep,” Mai sighs into his shoulder.

“I know,” he rubs her back, walking into her bedroom. Maybe she could manage it tonight. Mai doesn’t fight it, climbing under her comforter when Jungkook pulls it back for her. He sits on the floor next to her bed, knees curled up to his chest, he looks back at Mai whose eyes glisten under the glow of the starry night light, “guess we need to talk, huh?” She asks.

Jungkook chuckles, pinching her cheek, “shoot.”

Mai’s eyelashes flutter when she looks away, “she always has dinner with us on Sundays,” she starts, “is she mad at me?”

Jungkook is quick to settle her disquieting thoughts, “never in a million years bud, she could never be upset with you.”

“Then why isn’t she coming over to see me?” Mai isn’t crying, but her eyes look back at Jungkook and he can feel a tear in his heart when she does.

He sighs, holding Mai’s hand inside of his; “I hurt her feelings, so I think seeing you makes it hard for her because I’m always with you, right?”

Mai nods, “So say you’re sorry dad.”

He muffles a laugh, “it’s not that easy for adults sometimes.”

“Why? Don’t you miss her too?”

“I do,” he admits, “and I care a lot about her too.” Jungkook says, eying Mai, searching for the right words before he continues, “do you know what that means, bean?” He rests his chin on top of his hand, stroking her hair away from her face with the other. Mai observes her dad, hands pressed underneath her cheek.

“Grandma says when you care about people, it means you love them, so-” she twitches her nose inquisitively and Jungkook can’t help but giggle, leaning in to pinch it, “ask me questions,” he says, helping her out.

Mai yawns, not too far from sleep. But Jungkook can’t resist this time before bed, when his daughter is on the precipice of sweet slumber and they are alone, talking about whatever. Most of the time they are teasing each other, but if Mai has spent the day with you, Jungkook especially wanted to hear about it.

“I guess, does it mean you love her like you love me?” Mai asks.

The corner of his lips quirk into a smile, “I love you more than you can ever know-” he stops to catch the twinkle in his daughter’s eye, “but this love is a little bit different.”

Mai nods and follows with a big yawn. Jungkook leans in once more to kiss her forehead, “sleep tight.”

“I won’t let the bedbugs bite,” May yawns again.

Before Jungkook steps out of her room, Mai squeaks, “dad?”

“Yeah?” He turns in a heartbeat.

“I love her too, and well you know how the other kids at school-well most kids have their moms you know?”

He can feel the final shattering inside of him when he goes to rub his chest. Jungkook moves in, sitting next to Mai when she sits up, “I feel like I love her how a kid is supposed to love their mom-like she is the very best friend I will ever get to have, dad,” Mai looks up at him, “if she is mad at you, please make it better because I think we need her for forever.”

Tears brim the outside of Jungkook’s eyes, his smile trembling when he stares down at his literal heart in the shape of his child; “I love you so much,” he pulls her into his lap where Mai finds solace hiding her face in his shoulder.

“But my friend at school can never know that, it would hurt her feelings,” Mai muffles against him. Jungkook manages a gentle laugh, pressing a long kiss to the top of Mai’s head, his tears going unnoticed by his daughter.

The last time you received a call from Mai’s school was a year ago, she pushed a boy who tried to put a dead lizard on top of her head. He fell back and scraped his elbow. Mai was not about to let the school call her dad.

‘He won’t be as mad if you’re with me!’ She insisted, holding her hand in yours as the two of you crossed the street, a detention slip in her other hand.

Listed as the third emergency contact under her grandma, your stomach churns, wondering why they would be calling you. There is no question whether you would answer or not.

“Hello?” You breathe slowly into the phone.

The woman on the other end informs you she’s the principal; “Mai’s father and grandma haven’t returned our calls; the kids had an early release today but it appears they have forgotten to pick her up, and the buses have all gone.”

You frown, they never forget to pick Mai up from school. And if either one couldn’t, you were the next in line if she wasn’t going to take the bus; “oh-uh okay, I-um-I can be there in-” you look at the clock above your desk, ignoring the incomplete work before you, “I can be there in fifteen minutes.”

You rush around the room to gather your things, darting for the door with your keys in hand.

By the time you’re walking up to the school Mai is running through the main doors, the principal right behind her smiling as Mai meets you halfway. She clings around your waist and it instantly causes your eyes to water, “hi bean.”

“I missed you,” she says, pulling herself off of you only to grab your hand. She pulls you with fervor to your car, barely giving you time to look back and wave at the principal.

Once settled in the car you turn towards the backseat and look at her with raised brows, “did they know you were getting out early?”

Mai purses her lips, eyes widening when she shrugs in response, quick to open a book to read when you start the car.

“Hm,” you turn around without much afterthought, making the drive back to their house. It’s been three weeks now, three weeks since that morning which you’ve tried desperately to forget, and three weeks since talking to Jungkook and Mai.

You aren’t sure what classifies as tension between an adult and a child, but the Mai who is usually speaking faster than she can keep up with has taken to staring out the window, staring at the buildings whizzing by and trees blending into the other. You look into the rearview mirror every so often, pretending you don’t know why she looks so indifferent.

Hugging you was a good sign, but now she seems awkward, dashing out of your car and beating you to the front door. You eye each other when you make it there. She gives you a sarcastic look, looking at your keys for a moment before you get the hint. You always had a set of keys to their house. It felt weird using them now.

Mai pushes the door open impatiently, the keys still in the lock with your hand attached to it, “hey-geez, slow down will you-no running-” you smack your tongue, setting your things down when Mai runs down the hallway to her bedroom.

Your chest fills with air as you take a glance around their home, singing praises that Jungkook’s car is not in the driveway meaning he must have been too busy to eat lunch at home.

“Mai,” your voice echoes down the hallway, “Mai you know shouldn’t be running in the house.”

She’s sitting at the small table her grandpa made for her, her homework already laid out and a pencil in hand. You watch her for a moment, waiting for any sign of acknowledgment of what you’ve said. But she just sits there, chin resting in her hand while she reads over the assignment.

You sigh, moving to sit on the floor next to her, looking over her paper to read the words but all you can see is the blank expression on Mai’s face. You poke her hand, “anybody in there?”

She moves her hand into her lap and starts writing.

You know why she’s doing this and you can’t be upset, but it does sting a little. Usually, it’s a fight to get her to do her homework when you’re around; “so you’re just going to ignore me? I thought you missed me.”

It’s only then that her eyes dart to meet yours, her eyes a mirrored reflection of her father’s. It’s always amazed you how they twinkle like stardust is floating around in them. You attempt a smile but it just falls when you notice how her eyes are glistening with tears.

“I missed you too bean-”

“Na-uh, I’m a kid but you don’t need to lie to me, I’m a tough kid.” She defends herself.

“Mai,” you sigh.

“If you missed me then you would have come to see me, but you didn’t for three whole weeks, so you’re just a liar,” Mai abandons her pencil and drops her face onto the table, creating a barrier around her head with her arms.

That cuts you deep.

A liar.

You sit there and listen to her sniffle before working up the courage to touch her arm, she flinches and you wait for her to pull away but it’s more surprising when she doesn’t.

“Bean, will you look at me please?” Your tone is soft as you rub her arm. She shakes her head.

“Please," is all you can say. You watch her chest heave when she complies a minute later, cheeks wet from her tears, she can hardly keep her eyes on you. You reach over and wipe her face with the back of your hand, squeezing her chin in the process. She bites back a smile.

“You lost a tooth!” You gasp, holding onto her chin and moving it down to reveal the new gap in her bottom teeth. She can’t help but perk up at you noticing, “it fell out when I bit into an apple,” she giggles. You laugh with her, watching her round cheeks glow pink; “Mai, I really have missed you.”

She moves her lips in a thinking manner, finally, you can breathe a little bit easier when her eyes find you, “I told dad you are my best friend. And usually best friends like to see each other, so,” she hums, scrounging around for her thoughts, “so you didn’t come over and I thought you just didn’t want me to be your friend anymore.”

You’re shaking your head, cursing at yourself, “that would never happen, not in a million lifetimes kid because you’re my best friend too.”

She understands but you can still see the questioning in her expression as she tries to piece it all together so it can make sense. You pull Mai closer to you until she is sitting right in front of you, her legs tucked underneath herself; “I am so sorry bean, for not talking to you and for not coming around-” you start but you wonder how to continue, looking around the room as if there is some viable answer written on the walls, “I was…angry about something and it hurt me really bad. So I thought being alone would make me feel better.”

Mai plays with your hands, perhaps not even noticing she is doing it, “did it?”

You have to chuckle at her, if only you had a measure of Mai’s honesty, you and Jungkook would not be in this current situation, “no, because I just ended up hurting the one person who means so much to me, the only one who has never hurt me back.”

Mai looks at you hopefully, “me?”

A smile beams across your face and you pull Mai into you until she is giggling, “yes you, silly.”

After a moment of light-heartedness, Mai settles back down, drawing circles into the shag rug, “dad said he hurt your feelings, so I guess this is all his fault.”

You hum, rubbing your hand over her hair, “well - no, I can’t put all the blame-”

“MAI?” The desperate yell for her name causes both of you to jump. Mai clamors to her feet, darting into her bathroom and slamming the door shut.

“What-Mai?” You’re launched into a panic, one over the fact that Mai’s face drained of any color at the sound of her dad’s gruff voice and second, it’s Jungkook’s voice.

Her name falls off of his tongue like rapid fire. Before you can say anything he tears into Mai’s bedroom and comes to a screeching halt at the sight of you. He’s breathless, staring at you. All you can manage is to gesture at the bathroom door, “she ran in there.” Just then Mrs. Jeon comes in behind her son, worried eyes finding relief upon seeing you, “oh thank God, please tell me Mai is here,” she sighs.

You nod, confused as ever, “her principal called me because it was an early day and nobody was there to pick her up…” You stop, realizing there was a major miscommunication and Mai was the culprit.

Jungkook’s eyes are fierce, eyebrows in a straight line when he moves in front of the bathroom door, hand rattling the doorknob which is now locked. He makes a fist ready to pound on it when his mom stops him, “you’ll just make it worse,” she speaks calmly, looking back at you. Her hands are trembling when she reaches out to you, you move forward and grab them.

You fumble with words, “She must’ve-”

“We’ve been looking everywhere for the last hour - since when did my kid start scheming - open this door Mai!” Jungkook starts again, his worry fuming out of him.

“Jungkook-ah, please,” Mrs. Jeon pleaded, pushing herself between the door and her son, “the important part is that she is safe…why don’t you go to the kitchen, get some water and just relax for a moment.”

“Mom-”

She shakes her head, “I will talk to her, now go.”

Hesitantly he drags his feet and leaves the room. Your stomach does flips when Mrs. Jeon settles her attention on you, hand resting on the doorknob of Mai’s bathroom.

Please, don’t say it. Don’t say it. Don’t-

“Will you keep an eye on him, please? I don’t know why but he’s been so worked up lately-” Mrs. Jeon shrugs, unsure of what else to say. You take a deep breath in, nodding as you march out of the room at a snail’s pace.

He’s bent at the waist, face pressed into his palms before he runs them back through his hair- it’s shorter now. He takes a deep breath that is promptly cut off when he sees you standing there, your hands resting on top of the granite countertop. Your fingers twitch with anxiety, palms feeling clammy as your heartbeat picks up again.

He finishes a glass of water, turning around to set it down in the sink. He doesn’t look back at you, resting his hands at the edge of the counter, “thanks for being there,” his voice is barely audible, “you-uh, you don’t have to stay-”

“I’m sorry.”

His shoulders tense, another breath is trapped in his throat at the sound of your voice. It rasps and shakes at the threat of new tears but you hold them back for as long as you can. You aren’t sure how long that will last.

“Jungkook?” You aren’t confident saying his name, unsure if he is seething because of Mai or if it’s really because of you.

He nods before turning around, looking at the top of your head before his gaze shakes over your eyes until he gives up, looking down at the floor.

“I don’t know-” you stop when you hear Mrs. Jeon come down the hallway, she stands next to you and rubs your back, a more relaxed smile on her face.

“She failed to let us know that it was an early day, says she forgot,” Mrs. Jeon shrugs. You and Jungkook look at each other knowing full well that Mai is the mastermind behind this very moment; “but she understands the severity of what she caused and is ready to apologize to you,” his mom looks from her son to you, “and you.”

Jungkook thanks her and walks her to the front door after she hugs you; “oh,” she calls to you gently, “come over for dinner soon? It’s like pulling teeth to get this boy to bring you over, we miss you.”

You just nod, smiling at her before Jungkook closes the door behind her. He rubs the back of his neck, reclaiming his spot across from you. The island provides a safe space between the two of you as you lean your weight against it.

“I’m sorry,” his tone is unsure but you can feel the guilt radiate from him, “I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to say that,” he sighs, “and so many other things.” He mutters the last part but you manage to hear it.

“I was hurt,” you swallow so hard that even he can hear it, “I’ve had so much pent up - for years…I just lost it.”

“We always talk about everything. I mean, d-don’t you think I would have wanted to know about something that important?” His words are desperate to be heard, steeped in weeks of constant questioning.

“You make it sound like confessing is so easy,” you can’t help the frown that appears, “the risk involved? Because telling you just so I can be rejected doesn’t mean just losing you,” your voice struggles, “I’ll lose Mai too and god, I can’t stomach that.”

He’s looking at you now, directly at you, blinking away what you can only assume are tears.

“I-I didn’t want to risk that so I held it in, I pushed it away until I believed that I didn’t love you anymore but,” you shake your head, “I realized it wasn’t going to go away even after every date you came home from. How I’ve had to ignore the sick feeling in my stomach when you traipse in after you’ve been with another woman, a woman that could never be me - will never be me. I was so mad that I couldn’t be jealous enough or hurt enough by that to stop loving you. I want to stop, but I can’t figure out how-” your words taper off when you notice a trace of a smile spreads across his lips.

“Are you sm-smiling?” Your hands tremble and you’re ready to storm out of there.

He is smiling, it’s barely there but you can see it.

“Can I say something?” His eyebrows lift as he looks at you with hopeful eyes.

You aren’t sure if you should be offended by the crooked smile on his face, the same one that melts your insides and makes your palms sweat. You just nod, ready to take on another offense.

“I love you too.” His voice is shaking.

Everything stops. Your heart launches into your throat and you aren’t sure if you’re breathing anymore. You can feel your mouth fall open, you have to tell yourself to close it. Jungkook just waits.

The confident, suave Jungkook you know all too well is replaced by the loving human you have known even more. The man who masks his worth with fleeting escapades that never last past one night or a weekend at most.

“What? What do you mean,” you stutter, your lungs feel like they are collapsing, “why are you telling me this now?”

Jungkook closes his eyes for a second and shakes his head, “I’m scared too.” He says, opening his eyes to look at you.

He takes you in, the intensity of his stare enough to make you fall back, you can only hope there’s enough strength left in your legs to hold yourself up. Your stomach flips when he makes a step forward to which you take one back.

“You didn’t give me a chance to say anything when it all happened,” his feet move toward you again in one small step, “I wanted to tell you then but rightfully so, you were so upset. Then you were telling me to leave-”

“I didn’t-I-”

“You didn’t want me to reject you?” Jungkook fills in the blanks for you. You nod sheepishly, wringing your hand around your wrist.

The air stills when Jungkook’s fingertips graze your hand, “have I ever rejected you since we’ve known each other?”

Your mind races. Intentionally, no he hasn’t. As much as you dropped everything to be with Mai, Jungkook would do the same. When your car broke down on the freeway late one night? Jungkook was there before the tow truck, a sleeping Mai in the back seat of their car. When you didn’t get the promotion you worked tirelessly to earn? He was at your apartment to pick up the pieces, later that night you and Mai baked cookies together and ended that awful day with a movie - the three of you cuddled up on your couch.

Jungkook has always been there.

“God, all I’ve ever wanted is you,” Jungkook can’t stop himself long enough to allow you to stay in your thoughts. He can practically see your heart thumping out of your chest, he can feel your warm breath stagger out of your mouth. It isn’t until he decides to reach up and touch your neck with a ghostly touch does your breathing still. His touch is so slight it leaves goosebumps all over your skin. You swallow the lump in your throat when his hand grazes your jaw before he cups it around the side of your face. His fingers rub the shell of your ear.

“Do you still want me?” He fills the gap between you with careful steps; you can see the longing in his eyes and you wonder for how long you’ve missed that. With the little space left, it’s almost too difficult to look up at him; “Jungkook I-”

His breath stops at the sound of your voice like he’s ready for the ultimate rejection. His beating heart prepares for more pain.

“Yes,” You’re breathless. You only catch a second of the smile spreading his cheeks before he pulls you in. Muscular arms wrapping tightly around you but he’s careful to leave breathing room. All too naturally, your face nuzzles in his shoulder, breathing in his scent as your arms fold around his waist.

His nose presses into your hair, cheek warm against your temple.

“Wait,” you push your hands against his chest to create space. He grabs your hands to keep you close, “are you serious?”

He chuckles, nodding, his warm breath casts over your face, putting you deeper under his spell.

“After all of that happened, I didn’t think I had a chance. I didn’t think it could even be a possibility before,” his eyes look uncertain now, “you know too much about me,” he runs his fingers back through your hair, “but you are everything to me…you’ve loved Mai without me even asking you to,” he sighs, his expressions always more serious than most but it’s the Jungkook you know. Innocent eyes staring down at you, “watching you with Mai these last seven years has been the highlight of my life, but it was torturous too-”

You press your face into his chest, chuckling while tears overcome you, “torturous?”

Jungkook picks your chin up and kisses your tears away; “you were always in arm's reach but I couldn’t bring myself to say anything, I just settled to silently love you.”

You shake your head, allowing Jungkook to wipe each tear away with his thumb.

“I was afraid it would confuse Mai. She’s my world too, you know?” You whisper.

“She’s too wise for her age,” he brushes his nose against yours, wearing the smile that exposes his bunny teeth, “trust me, she knows enough that we should be a family.”

His eyes search for an answer in yours, you don’t have to ask for the question running through his mind when his gaze sweeps over your lips. The only thing that forces him to stop is when he chuckles low.

“What?” You smile, head floating in ecstasy, you think you could pass out.

“I guess that stupid fortune was true.”

You shake your head with a small smile. He fidgets, “I love you-” he manages to get out before your lips press against his. They are slightly chapped but so soft as they mold to yours. You can feel your skin growing hot when his tongue rubs against your bottom lip. It takes everything in you not to burst right then and there, fallen victim to his tender kiss.

“I love you,” you stop to say. His slight pout at the break in your kiss makes you chuckle.

Jungkook lets his chin rest against your shoulder when he pulls you in, the two of you staying that way for a little bit. If not for the quiet pad of Mai’s bare feet tapping down the hallway, he thinks he could have stayed that way with you all night.

His eyes brighten when he sees Mai stoke around the corner, saucer-sized eyes spying on the two of you.

“Come here bean,” Jungkook’s voice surprises you, and you pull away as Mai runs into the kitchen. Before you can say anything to her, she wraps her arms around your middle, nose pressed into your hip. She muffles something.

You sniffle, “I can’t understand you,” you giggle, grabbing her chin in a tender grip so she can look up at you. Her eyes are wet again, resting her chin against your stomach, “I said, I love you.” Mai whispers like her dad can’t hear her. Her cheeks grow red and she immediately shies away.

Jungkook rubs her back with a loving stroke when he hears your breath catch in your throat. You kneel and take Mai’s face in your hands, “I love you so much, bean.”

“Enough to stick around forever?” She laughs nervously, swallowing back a soft cry, “because it was horrible without you, dad doesn’t know how to build forts like you do.” Jungkook laughs, nudging Mai’s back with his knee.

There’s a gentle mending in your heart when she says that, you stroke her hair and laugh with glistening eyes, “I promise I’ll build forts with you until we’re both too big to fit in them, and even then kid, you can’t ever get rid of me.” You are struggling to hold back the ugliest of sobs.

Mai doesn’t answer, she only falls forward into your arms, nuzzling her face into your hair. Jungkook joins you, resting on his knees to wrap the two of you into his hold.

You pull your face away enough so you can look at him. He kisses you before mouthing the words you’ve so yearned to hear him say; “I love you.”

#jeon jungkook #jungkook x reader #bts jungkook x reader #jungkook fluff #jungkook angst #jungkook fanfic #dad!jungkook #bts fanfic #bts x reader #bts fluff #bts angst #i can't wait...series by serendipitous-seven #my reposts from moon-write

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drainedfelsh · 4 months

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anyone know.. any anal jk fics??

#bts smut #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #bts x reader #bts jungkook x reader #jungkook drabble #hoseok smut #taehyung smut #jimin smut #jin smut #yoongi smut #namjoon smut

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human-psyche · 10 months

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SWEET AND SOUR.

characters: jungkook x reader

genre: cute, sweet, romance, reaction / short drabble

about: jungkook can't forget a certain girl he saw at his latest concert, y/n; he wants to meet her so badly. through a chance encounter, y/n doesn't just get to meet with him but also more.

一 Jungkook returned from a special vacation in terms of scenery and tranquility, he's been so exhausted from his work; but, keeping this one detail to himself, he desperately wants to see the girl who'd attracted his attention at his last concert again…

一 Y/n would cheer his name a lot at the stage. while optimistic and with enthusiasm for his carefree yet artistic genre of music, she'd always like to tell him that his songs are full of emotion and even the tone of his melodious, soothing voice fascinates her; there's something impressively friendly yet attractive about this, even if she only knows it from listening to songs and concerts.

一 she honestly can say that she loves his presence and feels at ease around him.

一 one day, just as Y/n's going to buy some clothes from a well-appointed shop in an elegant sense given that she needs a dress for a party, she notices a person with a mask on to cover his identity, who, without realizing, touches her hand with a light gesture as they both open the door of the clothing store containing stylish fashion creations at the same time;

一 the male withdraws his hand very politely without causing her any discomfort and offers Y/n an alluring eyesmile as apology, giving her priority to enter the store.

一 unconsciously, in an intriguing manner, during the time that they choose what they need, Jungkook and Y/n befriend each other, on their way to his car too, and he invites her to have a drink at the bar of the hotel where he recently stays at which Y/n accepts, finally fully getting to see it's actually him when he pulls his mask off as they sit and enjoy their drinks.

一 this is not the only surprise she gets, because Jungkook also kisses her and Y/n, who's looking into his eyes, thinks to herself how much she's entranced that he combines his earlier good manners with his daring way of showing that he likes her.

#jeon jungkook #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x y/n #bts jungkook x reader #bts jungkook #bts #cute #sweet #romance #short drabble

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muniimyg · 10 months

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tahana // paraluman jk + oc extra

series m.list

taglist: @kakixaku @boraength @4ksj @pamzn @jinsearth @fancycollectormoon @weasleyswizarding-wheezes @fan-ati--c @kthlvr30 @ellesalazar @taeees-world @sukunasrealgf @firesighgirl @jeonninja @bloopkook @butterymin @pinkseokchim @joonsjuice

wanring: character death !!! talks of grieving, breaking up & just sad vibes

note: ok i promised myself that i would never touch paraluman ever again after completing it... but i couldn't help myself with this little blurb.... it lingered a minute too long for me to jus sit still and not write it out </3 enj my wuvs !!

context: this takes place shortly after oc's grandmother passes away. jungkook and oc are slowly mending their friendship and getting close again !!! oc is dating yoongi (at this time but it's nearing the end of their relationship)

Jungkook pats your back as you hunch over the sink. You gag every so often and with each nauseous breath in; he pulls your hair back tighter with his hands. Clearing your face from the loose strands, Jungkook can't help but wonder how much more you have in your tiny body left to throw up. Suddenly, a trio of friends bursts through the washroom doors. Their laughing is put on pause the moment they stumble in and see a very irritated look on Jungkook's face.

"Occupied."

They all share a look with one another and shoot him a dirty look. One girl groans at his stern tone and comes forward. Rolling her eyes at him, she complains; "If you two are trying to fuck in here, get out! This is a fucking public washroom—"

"And it’s fucking occupied.”

The girls all gasp at Jungkook's words. Another girl crosses her arms and speaks out. "You're a dick, you know? Like, are you serious? You can't even ask us nicely to leave—"

"I wasn't asking."

Jungkook lowers his gaze at them. Tension quickly begins to build and before they could make a bigger fuss, Yoongi squeezes himself through.

"Ladies, the washroom downstairs is free. I'll buy you all a shot if you just go and leave them be..." Yoongi bargains. The trio are easily persuaded. Partly because they're too tipsy to continue their fight and partly because a free shot is a fucking free shot. They accept Yoongi's offer, break into giggles, and stick their tongues out at Jungkook. One flips him off right before they turn their heels and head downstairs.

Once they're out of sight, Yoongi closes the door for more privacy. He turns the lock and leans against the door. "You should've locked it," he sighs. "... Is she okay?"

Yoongi then bends down to take a closer look at you. You look a little messy but nothing extensive.

Just drunk.

You were just really drunk.

Jungkook shakes his head, feeling unexpectedly panicked. Perhaps it's because of Yoongi's aura. There is something about him that simply makes Jungkook relax. Even though they've only known each other for a short while, Yoongi is the definition of comfort. Meeting him and getting to know him is the easiest thing Jungkook has ever done for you. He understands why you love Yoongi so much and honestly doesn't feel competitive with him around. It's like he knows you're safe with Yoongi and with that so is he.

“Yoongi, I've never seen her drink this much. I shouldn't have let her drink this fucking much—"

“… Are you kidding me?” Yoongi groans in disbelief. In moments like these, he applauds Jungkook’s devotion to you but also finds it a little sad. “It’s not your fault.. This,” he gestures at your state, “… is not your fault. ___’s grandma just passed away... Of course, she'd be drinking this much! Regardless if you let her or not; she's going to do what she wants. You get that, right?”

Truth be told…

No.

Jungkook doesn’t get it. In his head, you’re still that child that needs him. Him here with you.. Unable to make you feel better makes him feel so fucking useless.

So, Jungkook stays silent.

He still can't help but feel disappointed in himself for not watching out for you better. He sulks in his self resentment.

"I don't know what to do.” Jungkook confides in Yoongi. “Maybe it’s because I haven't been with her in so long but this just feels like karma in some sick way..”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t really know anymore.. It’s just—what… What if too much has changed between us and I'm not good enough for her anymore? I’ve never had to be there for her in this sense.. The grieving and the coping—“

Yoongi chuckles, "You have and will always be good enough for her. God, you're a lot more insecure than I could have ever imagined you to be..."

Jungkook huffs.

“It’s just life. She’ll grow through what she goes through. As long as you stay by her side; it’s enough.”

With that, Yoongi presses a kiss on your cheek before excusing himself. He whispers, "My love, I'll be back. You're in good hands."

"Whose hands?"

"Jungkook is right here.”

Weakly, you lift your head. “Really? He’s back?”

Yoongi smiles at you. “Back? Awh, come on. He’d never leave you.”

"Yes, he would!"

Yoongi rolls his eyes at you. “Well, he’s here now. You can fight him while I’m gone. Okay?"

You nod slowly, eyes closed but ever so understanding. “Okay.”

“I’ll be back.”

“Okay.”

Yoongi furrows his eyebrows. “___, are you still drunk?”

“Okay," you sing. "okay, okay.. Okay!"

Yoongi snorts and pats your head. He gets up and places his hand on Jungkook’s shoulder. “You okay?”

“I’m okay," Jungkook breathes. "... I think. Maybe just call us an Uber and we'll be down in like... Fifteen? She's still throwing up a bit."

Yoongi nods. “Okay.”

Abruptly, you giggle, “okaaaayyy!”

The two boys exchange funny looks. Silently, they find you cute. Yoongi then leaves to go downstairs, pay for the trio's shots, and to grab your bag and jackets. He'll order the Uber in fifteen, just as Jungkook suggested.

Meanwhile, you throw up once more. After you do so, you compose yourself. You attempt to catch your breath and fix your posture.

"You need water. Can you walk? Let's go downstairs and Yoongi can get you some water." Jungkook helps you stand still. You hold your stance for two seconds before collapsing on him.

With your face buried in his chest, you take in his scent. He smells like how he always has. It smells like childhood to you.

"I missed you," you murmur. "You ditched me for this life, right? What's so good about it? I feel like shit right now."

He laughs in response.

You pout.

“You're weak shit," Jungkook teases you. "You can't handle the shit you down.. And I didn't ditch you."

Jungkook then pulls you up to stand better. He reaches over and turns the tap on. Cupping his hands, he lets the water fill up and brings it to your face. Gently, he cleans your face up. He takes the hem of his shirt and wipes the access water off.

"You ditched me."

"No, I didn't,” he insists. “Bhie, I invited you to every club, party, and event. You never wanted to come. You started dating Yoongi and then—"

"And then grandma died."

"Bhie…”

You bite the inside of your cheeks. “You know, Yoongi is leaving for his music career too… Does that mean he's going to break up with me soon? Fuck.." You purse your lips. “I hate my life.”

"Don't manifest bullshit like that," Jungkook chuckles. "He loves you. He wouldn't leave you."

"Y-yeah... And even if he does leave me—"

"—Which he won't—“

"At least he won't be dead, right?" you attempt to humour your pain. You smile for a millisecond before feeling the ache take away your momentary cope.

Silence falls between you two.

"... She's really gone, Jungkook." You can’t hold yourself back. The most you can do now is hope your voice doesn't break and you can get these words out. “I have nobody, you know? She promised me she'd stay but she didn't. She's gone and now you're back so y-you have to promise me that you'll stay, okay?"

You grab a fist full of the collar of his shirt. Looking deep into his eyes as yours water in pure hurt and grief, you plead. "Promise me you'll stay by my side."

"My you, I promise," Jungkook says. He takes his hand and covers your fist with it. He moves it to his heart and offers you a smile. "I won't leave you. If anything, I'll let you leave first. I'd rather watch you walk away than leave you.”

Your breath hitches at his words. You feel a lump in your throat and your heart begins to beat faster and faster. Before you can stop yourself, a small sob escapes your lips. Then, it's followed by a deep breath that fails to give you any relief. You rush to cover your face with your hands and let yourself begin to sob.

Jungkook embraces you. You cry harder and harder, suddenly feeling the weight of the world.

You're exhausted.

You're drunk.

You're just really drunk.

And in the midst of your drunken cries, the faint smell of childhood, and the mere idea of his promise being kept, you think to yourself; this is home.

In Jungkook you find rest. You find parts of yourself you thought you had lost. In him, you feel so much comfort and familiarity. It’s almost like a nostalgic haze you get lost in.

That’s when you decide that he’s your home. From here on out, this is where you stay.

I love him.

I love him one.

I love him too.

I love him three times more than I have ever before.

One I love you for the past. A second for the present and a third for the future.

How could you ever leave his side? How could you ever let him leave you again? Life and its trials will come and go... But him?

He has to stay.

He promised to.

Besides, if it's not him, it's not anybody.

#bts fic #bts smau #bts jungkook x reader #jungkook x yn #jk x yn #jk x y/n #jk angst #jk bf2l #jk f2l #jungkook scenario #jungkook imagine #bts imagine #bts scenario #bts series

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bonny-kookoo · 1 year

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Jungkook

𝓜𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮. 🔞 [Masterlist]

Jeon Jungkook hates hybrids. Jeon Jungkook is scared of hybrids. Jeon Jungkook is creeped out by hybrids. Jeon Jungkook just doesn't like hybrids. It's a fact every fan knows about him, convinced by his reserved and sometimes even defensive behavior whenever he's confronted with any hybrid, no matter what kind or gender. And while most can only speculate, only few know the true reason for his behavior.

Main Tags/Warnings: Angst, hurt & Comfort, Idol!Jungkook, Hybrid!Reader, Cat Hybrid!Reader, mentions of depression and depressive thoughts, heartbreak, homelessness, it's a bit heavy sorry, mentions of mental abuse and manipulation, betrayal, slow burn, eventual smut, fluff, dead dove do not eat

Dead Dove do not eat: warning for potentially triggering content that can't be tagged without spoiling the story.

A/N: there you go, a story for all your angsty-needs.

-> Teaser

~✿~;~✿~;~✿~;~✿~;~✿~;~✿~;~✿~;~✿~;~✿~;~✿~;~✿~;~✿~

✿ Main works:

Empty Bed

Things I miss

At arms length

I can't save us

My baby, My baby

Don't be scared

By your side

Pretty little things

✿ Sidecontent:

Drabble?

Character ask?

~✿~;~✿~;~✿~;~✿~;~✿~;~✿~;~✿~;~✿~;~✿~;~✿~;~✿~;~✿~

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #bts jungkook x reader #bts jungkook fanfic #bts jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook x reader #hybrid imagine #hybrid au

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i-am-baechu · 1 year

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DONT TELL ME ITS TRUE I CANT HAVE THEM BREAK UP!!! KAT DONT DO THIS TO ME

#i am baechu post #i am baechu q&a #bts jungkook x reader #his fan girl

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dootiexcupcake · 1 year

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hi could i request a platonic Jungkook helping his girl best friend with an eating disorder please

TW // eating disorder

Hey hey anon 👋🏾! Thank you so much for your request, I appreciate it! I just want to start this off by saying that I am not a mental health professional, nor do I have/have had an eating disorder. So please forgive me for any errors I make in this. I have done research on ED’s and have friends who have/had ED’s so I will use that knowledge to the best of my abilities while still trying to be respectful of the topic and the person themselves (e.g not infantilizing them for having an ED, etc etc). Like I said before, I am no expert when it comes to this but as someone who does struggle with disorganized eating due to my neurodivergency I will try my best with this piece!

Anyhow, without further delay, the fic is under the cut🖤

Pairing: platonic Jungkook x fem!reader , best friend!Jungkook x best friend!reader

Genre: angst , comfort , hurt/comfort , fluff

Warnings: reader has an eating disorder (no specific diagnosis is mentioned) , mentions a headaches and migraines , negative self talk , body image , anxiety (please let me know if i missed anything)

A/N: again, I just want to say that i am no expert on this topic and i am in no way trying to romanticize, glorify, demean, or infantilize anyone struggling with this disorder or the survivors. I have no problem rewording or deleting this post if i offend anyone!

☆ although you and Jungkook have been friends for a while and you both trusted one another, you still were absolutely terrified to tell him about your ED

☆ logically, you knew Jungkook wouldn't abandon you or make fun of you for struggling and fighting against something that was out of your control. But your anxiety persisted and constantly made you think the complete opposite. So you hid it from him

☆ but that didn't last long

☆ considering the fact that kookie has known you for so long, he could see the cracks starting to show

☆ confessing to him wasn't easy at all, but the response you got from him definitely calmed your nerves

☆ Jungkook may not completely understand what you're going through but he will try to support you the best way he can and when he can

☆ he does extensive research but always makes sure to get your personal input on things before basing all of his knowledge off of random articles he finds online. he'll asks you questions and try not to be invasive

☆ he really wants to understand you better so he'll ask things like, "what should i do/should not say around you?", "what can I do to help you during [certain situation]?", etc

☆ when you guys are out together he always brings ibuprofen or some kind of pain meds with him for when you have headaches or muscle cramps

☆ when you guys are out in public and the headache turns into an unbearable migraine he pulls you into a more secluded part and just holds you close to him. reminding you to take as much time as you need

☆ and when you guys are at home or in a more private setting when a migraine comes on he'll be your shoulder to cry on when it gets really intense or he'll massage whatever cramp you have. all the while constantly reassuring you that he's here for you and the pain will be over soon. he'll get you whatever you need to make you feel a bit more comfortable, blankets, tea, plushies, comfort shows, or total silence, you name it and Jungkook got it ASAP

☆ he knows that having this disorder brings on a lot of negative self talk and criticism, so he tries to help you counter those comments about your appearance for ones that focus on your good qualities.

"I just hate this part of my body so much! no matter what i do it always looks so disgusting i cant stand it!"

"well, think about what that body part does for you. It does so many good and useful things for you that you may not even realize. Don't view it as a flawed part of yourself, try to think of it as a helpful extension instead."

☆ his heart is always in the right place, and you appreciate that. you want to take his kind words to heart, but more often than not it feels as if its impossible

☆ Jungkook knows that it can be hard for you to take compliments sometimes, so he never forces one on you or even force you to compliment yourself. he strives to keep them to a minimum if possible

☆ he knows that your disorder does not define you and even though you struggle with this it never changes how he views you. you are a delightful person to be around and he appreciates all the time he gets to spend with you

☆ even on your roughest days he tries his best to help you, though he may feel that its not enough, you always assure him that him simply being there for you (whether physically or over call) is more than enough for you

☆ you guys cherish your time together and you love hanging out around town doing any and everything. whether it be just you and him or with a group of friends, you always feel loved and cared for with them 🖤

main m.list | BTS m.list

#bts x reader #bts x y/n #bts jungkook x reader #bts x female reader #TW ed #tw eating issues #best friend!jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x you #jungkook x female reader #jungkook fluff #jungkook angst #jungkook comfort #anonymous ask 🥷#bts angst #bts fluff #bts comfort

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sanhadaze · 1 year

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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚗 | 𝙴𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎

| 𝘈, (𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵) 𝘍 | 𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳, 𝘏𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳, 𝘚𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘎𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘔𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘚𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝘚𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘈𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵, 𝘔𝘢𝘫𝘰𝘳 𝘋𝘦𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘚𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘛𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘴

| 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘪 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 |

↳ 𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 - 𝘑𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

↳ 𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 - 𝘠/𝘕 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦. 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘠/𝘕 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘥𝘥 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘵.

𝘏𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦.

𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘠/𝘕 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴.

(𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 "𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘯" 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴)

𝘛𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 - 𝘊𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 [𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥]

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𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 | 𝘔𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

He lives for your torment

Makes it full of strife

And he won't be content

Until you take your life

"This is the place. . .for sure," Y/N looked down at the paper and at the mailbox with the same number. "Could this be. . .his house?" she heard a humming of music and turned her head to see an older man in a red tracksuit. "Excuse me!" the man stopped and looked at Y/N, removing his earbuds. "Can I have a second?"

"What?" The man raised a brow. "Ain't seen you around here. Going for a stroll?"

"Ah, no, actually," Y/N rubbed the back of her head. "Who lives here? Do you know them?"

"Oh, you mean Mrs. Kim?" the older man looked at the quiet house.

"Kim?" Y/N walked up to the man. "Someone named Kim lives here?"

The man looked at her with sad eyes. "Not anymore," he shook his head. "Mrs. Kim passed away last year. The house's been neglected ever since. Waste of a fine house, it is!" oh looked to be in thought. "Oh, yeah, I think she had a son. I wish he'd just rent out or sell the house. . ."

"Do you know anything about her son?" Y/N pushed more.

"Nah," the man answered. "I only moved here a few years back. I heard he lives in an apartment a ways away." That only confirmed her thoughts more. The son was definitely the previous tenant of her room. "That all? I got to get home by daybreak, or my wife'll be livid. S'good to take a walk in the morning, but it's sure cold. Don't catch a cold or nothing."

He waved her goodbye, and she gave him a small one in return before going on his way. Y/N looked at the hose for a few seconds, taking in the worn white paint. This house truly was a beauty. Y/N walked to the door and tried to open the door. But it was locked. The only key she had was this bloody key.

And it fit.

Inside the house, it was a clean hallway. Y/N looked through the first door to the left and saw a bathroom. Shattered glass lay across the floor, and the tub tugged into the wall was filled with old water with cracks on the walls. She closed the door and opened the door across. There were many shattered plates on the ground that she couldn't step over, and it was piled up. The pieces would definitely stab through her shoes.

Y/N huffed and closed the door, going down the hallway to the door next to it and going through. She walked currently walked down and noticed a pathway. The two doors were connected to the same room, so it didn't matter. A scrap of the notebook was noticed on the ground, and she automatically picked it up.

"I recalled the rhyme of the crooked man. All he could do was live in a crooked house, with a cat and mouse just as crooked.

I was the same way. Everything I wished for ended up crooked. My dreams, my love, even my family. . .

How did the crooked man live? Was he sorrowful in the depths of despair?

. . .Such a life has no meaning.

She placed the paper in her bag and left the room to go to the one across. It was a small storage room with a few boxes and cabinets and cobwebs all over.

And another scrap of the notebook was lying next to the boxes.

"The hotel, the school, the hospital. . . It was the same at all of them. My saddest memories wouldn't go away.

Writing wouldn't calm down my heart. In the end, my festering heart just oozes more, and I tear up the paper.

Mine is an empty existence. I have nothing to leave behind. Not even words.

Y/N remembered the memories she had gone through and left the room. She saw the gash on the wall before heading upstairs. The door was right in front of her, so she went through and saw another scrap in the destroyed bedroom. There was nothing written but the word "why" all over. Some light writing and heavy writing. And she saw another piece of paper in front of the next door, only saying how he was out of cigarettes and needed a smoke.

"I'm going to need a smoke too after this," Y/N replied to the paper, putting it away, and entered the room. It was another destroyed bedroom with a black notebook on the bed. She walked to it and picked it up. "The rule on this notebook. . .matches the scraps I have." she had it opened and dug out the scraps, putting them together. "There's a name on this. . .Kim Taehyung."

Memories of the hotel went through her mind.

So she had already met the previous tenant. And yet, somehow, she still chased after him.

Y/N put on the notebook and had to take a double look when seeing something on a desk next to the shelves. Walking closer to the desk and leaned down to see three photos. One had Hoseok drinking with a man scribbled out. Another had a cute girl leaning into the same man that's scribbled out again. And the last photo was a little boy scribbled out. But even though the scribbled markings, the male looked like Taehyung.

Why is it I'm not surprised in the least? Y/N thought, picking up the one of him as a child. Her vision was blurred, and a teardrop hit the picture. Why is it. . .that I'm crying? a little sniffle from her nose and her free wrist rubbed under it. He must have wanted someone to help him. He really didn't. . .want to just let go. Let go of his girlfriend, or his dreams. . .or himself.

The sound of something crying made Y/N gasp and look at the door. She sniffled again before grabbing the other picture of Hoseok. Y/N looked down at the photos before placing them gently on her back. He was here. The gun was brought out of her bag, and she walked out the door, not minding the tears that kept falling.

She went through the door and saw the back of the monster on the other side of the circular table. He truly was crying. He turned around when hearing her step closer to the table. "Crooked Man," she greeted, breath shaky. "I. . .I can't go over to your side." she looked at the ladder to the attic in the corner. "He's. . .up there, isn't he?" the monster didn't say anything, only stared at her. "Then I'll be going there." she raised the gun, pointing it at him. "This will be. . .the end."

Bullets were sent to the Crooked Man, having it screech at the top of its lungs for who knows how many minutes it took. Y/N winced at the loudness, but she kept shooting at him.

It didn't take long because the Crooked Man gave up when he called down to his knees. Curling into itself and falling to the ground, only crying instead of screeching. She kept the gun pointed at the monster, walking around the red sofa to tower it. "I'm not going to be like you," she declared. "You won't catch me." the gun shook in her hand. "As painful and bloody as it might be. . .I'll keep living!" she dropped the gun next to the crying monster's head. "So, begone!"

At the echoes of her acceptance, the monster slowly faded away.

Her shoulders felt so light, a sigh of pleasure leaving her when she rolled her shoulders.

Y/N turned around at the ladders, raising her shoulders with a deep breath.

With the last attempt to warn herself what she'll see, Y/N climbed up the ladder and pushed the door with a small force. She climbed up and saw a man standing under a noose with a knocked chair not that far. "What. . .What are you doing there?" she asked.

"Can't you tell?" The man turned his head to show Y/N a little bit of his face. "I'm saying so long to this miserable life."

"Can you. . .really say that?" Y/N asked, taking another step toward him. "Do you really think your life was empty?"

He turned around and gave Y/N a sad smile. "Well, there must have been good things," he said. The sight of his face had answered it all. Kim Taehyung really was the previous tenant. "There had to be." his mouth was opened slightly. "But. . .when there's so much sadness and pain, it makes you forget there was anything good. So. . .I have no other choice." his eyes were wandering, but he looked back at Y/N. "Aren't you the same way?"

She couldn't deny it. "It's true," so she accepted it. "I thought that way until very recently, ever since I was detained for trying to kill my mom."

"But it's different now?" Taehyung asked. Y/N gave him a nod. "Why do you say that?"

"Because I met someone," Y/N answered, walking closer to Taehyung a little more. "It was hard suffering all on my own. . .I wanted someone to understand it. To sympathize with me. My best friend worried for me, sure. But I felt like she was just saying things that he couldn't really understand." she felt the gun against her temple from last night. "I just wanted to end it all. I tried not to think about it, but it kept coming back. It followed me everywhere. He suffered much like I had. He was rejected, his dreams were thwarted. . .and then his family. While trying to console him, I realized. The things I said to him were what I wanted someone to have said to me." she took another step. "By trying to save him. . .I was saving myself, as well. And that's not all. Maybe. . .he did despise me. But at the same time, he tried to help. So I was able to make it this far. And what had been chasing me is gone now."

Taehyung only looked at her blankly and lightly turned so she couldn't say his face. "Leave," he flicked a hand up. Did she say something wrong? She tried to speak to him another step closer, but he turned to look at her. "You're wrong. This. . .this isn't out of desperation. I. . .just wanted to see you." he was talking about the hotel. "I didn't want you here yet. I didn't think you should come. Aren't there people waiting for you? You should. . .just leave."

"That's true. . .well—"

She was cut off when Taehyung met her in the middle and leaned down to place a kiss on her forehead. "Thank you for coming," he spoke against her skin, separating from her and taking steps backward to be under the noose. "For me. . .that's enough."

"I wish I could have known you sooner," she spoke the truth, slowly walking backward and turning to walk to the top of the ladder.

But the light of the sunrise snuck into the room. Y/N stopped and turned around to see his skeleton hanging on the noose. The skull was hanging to the left. "Nothing will make you suffer anymore," she breathed out, placing a hand on her chest. "Where you're going. . .it's a good place. Now, you can rest in peace."

Her head bowed in respect. "Goodbye. . .Taehyung,"

But you know what I think?

"Wow, sounds like a real ordeal, Y/N," Namjoon still couldn't wrap his head around the story. "I mean, finding a corpse while you're on a trip? But it sounds like it ended up all right. I'll go get you some tea."

Y/N leaned on the dining room table, resting her head on her hands. "He was beaten by the crooked man," she spoke, catching Jane's attention, who was on her phone. "He was dragged to the other side. The crooked man. . .was always right behind me. I. . .realized he was there. Every time I was sad, I felt like he was whispering to me. I knew if I acknowledged it, I was done for. So I tried not to think about it. If all hadn't this happened. . . I think sooner or later, I'd take the same path."

"Always such an easy target, aren't you?" Jane teased. "That's why you got dragged into this!"

"It's fine," Y/N chuckled. "The crooked man is gone." the sound of her phone made her remove her head from her hands to look at the screen. She answered it and placed it against her ear. "Hello?" talking on the other end. "Oh, okay. I'll head right there."

She removed the phone from her ear and tapped on the end button. "Y/N?" Jane called out. "What's up? Who was it?"

"The hospital," Y/N answered, staring at the screen. "Mom's condition took a turn. They're preparing to do the operation."

Jane's eyes widened at the news. "T-Take my bike. It'll be faster!" she offered, stuttering and a bit worried. "You got to go! Don't sit there staring!"

"Doctor!" Y/N yelled, running to the doctor that was waiting for her in the hallway. "Mom. . .mom's condition—"

"To be honest, this is rather risky," the doctor didn't take long to talk, cutting Y/N off to let her catch her breath. "Removing the tumor isn't too difficult. But she might not have the strength to. . ."

He didn't have to finish, and Y/N fell to her knees and grasped the doctor's lab coat. "Doctor, please, my mom," she begged. "She's. . .she's the only family I have! Please!"

The doctor stared at Y/N and knelt down to reach her eyes. "Sign this," he held out the board with paperwork. "We're getting ready now. We'll do the best job we can."

The crooked man

had a crooked body

and only crooked things. . .

Hours later, the door opened to the waiting room. Y/N stood up and called out to the doctor. "The tumor was successfully removed," he announced, and Y/N felt her legs turn into noodles. But she had to be strong. "She's still sleeping now. We might have a chance if she wakes up."

Y/N nodded and ran into the room to see her mother sleeping as he said. She waited a long time, but she stayed by her mother's side. "Y/N?" A fragile voice called out.

"Mom!" Y/N turned her head fast at the hearing of the warm voice. "Oh, thank god." she walked to the side of the bed and grasped her mother's hand, bringing it up to her lips. "You woke up. . .you really. . ."

"I felt like I was in the darkness," her mother spoke. "I was scared. . .screaming. I must have worried you." she gave Y/N an apologetic smile. "And those things I did to you. I'm so sorry. . .it was hard, wasn't it?"

"It's okay," Y/N repeated over and over, shaking her head and kept kissing her mother's hand. "You helped me open my eyes." she fell down to her knees, crying against her mother's hand like a child. "Mom. . .I was so unhappy. I was always just struggling to be happy. But I didn't give my mother the happiness she needed. And after all the hardship I'd given her. . .I foolishly doubted—thought I wasn't loved, wasn't needed. That's why I—" she choked up with a sob. "Do you hate me for it?"

"Don't be silly, Y/N," her mother spoke, moving her other hand to place on her daughter's head. "Indeed, you and I both. . .it's hard to say we were always happy. But, even in sad times, you were always honest. You lived a straight and honest life. I was so proud of you. Having you as a daughter was my greatest happiness." she continued to pet her daughter, hearing the cries and hefty breathing. "Don't focus on the sad things, and I'm sure you'll notice all the happiness hiding around you." she stayed quiet, petting her crying daughter. "Sunshine. . .I'm. . .thirst. Can you bring me some water?"

Y/N sprung up to her feet. "S-Sure, just a second!" and she left the room. When she came back, she held the water out. "Here you go, mom!"

But her mother didn't respond. "Mom?"

And she wanted to ignore the sound of the long line on the screen. "Mommy?" she slowly walked up to the bed and saw her mother's eyes closed. So this is why she asked for water. Y/N placed the cup of water on the side table and sat at the edge of the bed. She leaned down and kissed her mother's cheek before resting her forehead against hers. "Rest well."

But I'm sure he was happy

Living in his crooked house

In Y/N's apartment, she sat on the green sofa with Jane next to her and a hand on her shoulder. "She got a good funeral," she rubbed her shoulder. "I'm sure your mother's happy now." she leaned forward to look at Y/N's tired eyes. "You got to be tired, huh, Y/N? You okay?"

"She told me she was happy in the end," Y/N whispered. "If I'm going to live without blaming myself, those words are going to help a lot. It's fine if I have to suffer if I can be smiling in the end." she looked over at her best friend. "So when were you going to tell me that you're two months pregnant?"

"It was going to be a surprise," Jane huffed. "Give you a present of a newborn onesie that said 'Hi auntie' after Namjoon, and I were ready to tell others."

"He had a right to be worried about you," Y/N pointed out. "Two months pregnant and going her way to an abandoned hospital. Pretty worrisome to me."

Jane tried to say something, but the door opened, and she looked over to see her husband. "Namjoon?" she called out in confusion. "Why're you. . ." Namjoon didn't say anything but stepped to the side for Jeongguk to step into Y/N's room. "Jeongguk?!" she quickly changed her emotions to anger. "Why are you—hey Jeongguk!" she stood up, pointing an angry finger at the guy. "I still ain't forgiving you! How dare you give Y/N the cold shoulder—"

Namjoon went between the two and pinched Jane's cheek. "We're going," he announced to the former lovers, pulling his wife out of the room and closing the door.

It was silent between the two, and Jeongguk looked at the door and at Y/N. Yet she didn't move, just stared blankly at the table. "Y/N," his voice entered her ears. It felt like a relief to hear him after a long time. "I. . .heard about your mother."

Y/N looked over at him, unable to smile. "So you brought flowers, Guk?" She noticed the bouquet of flowers in a vase in his hands. And he was wearing a white T-Shirt to show his tattoo sleeve and dark jeans. Still looked good. "Mom always liked you, so I bet she's glad. Thanks." her head hung again, hearing Jeongguk's footsteps to the countertop to place the vase down.

"Y/N," he called out her name again. "I was. . .uneasy." he looked over at Y/N. "I got unsure of where I was going. Worried that the road I was walking would be full of twists and turns. So I took it out on you and your kindness." his words were really getting to her, feeling the wall of tears building in her eyes. And he chuckled bitterly, looking at the flowers. "You never let me down, but how did I repay you? I'm really the worst of the worst." he let out a sigh. "I'm sorry. Maybe this is too late, but. . ." Jeongguk walked to the sofa and knelt down to try and see her eyes. "Y/N. If it's okay with you, would you like to—" but he cut himself off when he saw her tears. "Y-Y/N? I'm sorry. Please don't cry."

She shook her head and wiped one of her cheeks with a sniff. And her being in his hoodie. . .maybe she was more vulnerable to cry so easily from his words. "Even though my dreams were crushed, and I just lost my only family," Y/N turned her head to finally give Jeongguk a smile. "I'm just so happy you came back." she turned to fully face him and grabbed his hands that rested at the edge of the sofa. "It's okay, Jeongguk. However off-kilter things get, we can set them straight if that's what we want."

Jeongguk let go of one of her hands to cup her face. And they both leaned in for a tender kiss.

Unknowingly to them, Taehyung was leaning against the wall. A sad smile on his lips as he watched the lovers reunite. He pushed himself off the wall and walked out of the room after looking around to see what he had left behind.

I hope to see you again.

But he wasn't forgotten. Y/N had visited his grave.

And she left a pack of cigarettes next to the stone and walked off after a smoke.

Until then, rest in peace. . .

Good End - Bye Bye Blackbird

A/N: Hopefully I did okay—I really love this game series and I wanted to make a fanfiction. . .

So I thought why not.

The next game in the series is “The Sand Man.”

It’ll most likely be out tomorrow.

Also, I’m lonely—please gimme messages or an ask box if you wanna be an anon.

But I’d like to hear any reactions or comments!

Please be nice—

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koostarcandy · 2 years

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the aftermath - jk x reader

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: post birthday celebrations are in order, the birthday boy thinks. time for your head massages and a few rounds of his favourite game then!

genre: fluff, slightly suggestive(?)

wc: 592 words

a/n: happy (late :/) baby star candy koo day 🥰 @taegisms im sorry and ily ^^ also if you don't know emanuel,,, where have you been living no offense :] also, i think we can all agree that there is no furniture in roundie's house, yes? this is not proofread im sorry im.sleepy and I've got classes in a few hours im doomed :D

jungkook sees you busy on your phone, thumb scrolling on your instagram reel page, eyes focused on the cute animals you're devotedly watching.

"baby," he starts slowly, not wanting to disturb the tranquil bubble you're in, plopping his head on your shoulder, grabbing your attention for a fleeting second, "hi there, whatchu looking at?"

"a mischievous emu, koo."

"would you mind if i took you and the emu to the living room? that okay?"

you look at his face, not able to decipher the faraway look on his face. "you're gonna play games?" he nods, tucking your flyways gently and neatly, "just a few rounds, then we'll head to bed, okay darling? and then we-" the stern sound of "emanuel, no, don't do it." cuts him off, captures his attention immediately too, doe eyes on the emerald-black flightless bird.

"can I take you then, darling?" he kisses your neck gently, slowly rubbing your shoulder peeking from your oversized cardigan. "as long as that stupid blue female doesn't come along, i'm good, koo," you say, eyebrows furrowed at the thought of jungkook's favourite overwatch character.

"just you and me, the whole night, baby."

you settle on the cloud-like mattress, your current favourite emu photobombing the camera, much to the dismay of the person filming their videos. you can see jungkook setting up his ps5 in your peripheral vision, suddenly getting closer.

he's on his knees in a second, determined look in his eyes. his hands are on your thighs, spreading them apart and thumbing the soft inner skin. his dark eyes are on your thin silver necklace adorning your neck, matching with bracelet on his tattooed wrist. your heart runs faster out of your chest, no longer interested in staying in you, the intimate action eliciting goosebumps on your sensitive skin.

"princess," he comes closer than he could ever come, large hands now taking yours in his, perfectly fitting, just how he likes it. "will you massage my head please? you know, the way I like it?" pleading and tired doe eyes are boring into yours, nose touching yours. you let out a long breath you were holding, silently turning him around and making him lean on you, a quiet yes for his post birthday wish.

the only sounds coming from the dark living room are jungkook's quick fingers working on his controller and occasional content moans from your deft fingers working on his head.

you thread your fingers through his silky hair, a sudden idea popping in your head. you peer down at your lover, who seems focused on the screen now. you pull out the hair tie from your loose ponytail, rolling it on your wrist.

taking a section of his hair, you slowly make a messy but tiny french braid, almost squealing at how pretty it looks. you quickly tie the braid, making sure it doesn't slip out anywhere.

"koo, quickly, look here!"

your phone's front camera is shoved infront of him, your thumb rapidly clicking the click button. his eyes furrow at your excitement, wondering what got you so excited.

"here, lemme see, baby," he insists, gently prying the phone from your hands. "oh, you look so pretty and nice, i wanna frame the picture so badly, koo," you say, face nuzzling into his neck.

jungkook smiles at your smiley eyes looking back at him from the pictures you just took, your fingers tracing the plait you put together. this is one of his favourite parts of his birthday, you wrapped around him with your warmth and your love.

pt time: @armys-dna ; @joondiary ; @soobhyun ; @shatzkrinslinzki ; @highly-functioning-mitochondria ; @taegisms

#THIS IS AN APOLOGY DRABBLR #rory bb im sorry #i hope this will suffice :]#jeon jungkook x reader #bts jungkook x reader #jungkook imagine #jungkook x reader #jungkook fic #bts jungkook #jungkook fluff #bts x reader #bts imagine #bts fic #bts fluff #i wanna cri now brb

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littlemissizzy05 · 4 months

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All The Things We Left Unsaid

Chapter 3 is now out :D

After going back and forth for a while about how neither she nor Namjoon knew how she got into the room, let alone ended up passed out on Jungkook's shoulder, they decided to drop the topic because they were only confusing each other. Their conversation consisted mainly of asking the question 'What do you mean you don't know how you/I got here' anyway.

Conversation quickly became exhausting when you were talking in circles, but from what she could gather no one seemed to know how she got in the room. One moment Jungkook was sitting on the couch by himself, then the next she materialised out of nowhere, unconscious, scaring all the people in the room half to death.

The doctor called her name, effectively breaking her out of her thoughts.

"So, you say that it's 2023, correct?" Doctor Baek confirmed. "Can you tell me what the last thing you remember is?"

"I went out the house with my mom and sister," she began. "We were going to the movies, but while we were waiting in line to get snacks, it started feeling really stuffy. Then I felt lightheaded, so I turned to my mom. Next thing I knew I'm waking up surrounded by BTS."

Saying everything out loud only served to increase her bewilderment. She wouldn't blame Doctor Baek for thinking she was loony; she felt like she had gone insane herself. As it was, he was observing her with a polite smile that barely masked the disbelief on his face. How can someone be waiting in line for snacks and then suddenly end up in an entirely different year?

This couldn't be real. Any moment now she would wake up and laugh about what a weird but vivid - painfully vivid - dream she had. Fuck, if she wasn't unconscious right now, then she was in desperate need of a nap.

#jungkook x reader #bts jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #do not steal #jeongguk x reader #fanfic #wattpad #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #bts fanfction

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bubbleey · 2 years

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Drabble: Mine

Pairing: Jungkook x Female Reader

Genre: Smut; FWB

Rating: +18!!!!! Minors please DNI

Word Count: 715

Summary: You don’t like sharing and Jeon should know this by now.

Warnings: possessive reader, Sub!Jungkook, Soft Dom!reader, slight spit kink, handjob, edging, PWP

Author’s notes: I’m back(for the time being), hopefully I have more time to write now since I’ve been very busy for the last two months. I hope you enjoy reading this small drabble and let me know what you think!

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“Please,”

Your hand moves languidly across his length as if bored with the task at hand. Your free hands tugs lightly in warning on his hair as you prompt him to finish his sentence.

To say your livid is an understatement and you won’t let him get what he wants so easily. Your relationship is only one of mutual pleasure but from the very start you both agreed that it was at least exclusive. You’re not oblivious to the lingering marks decorating his skin and it further agitates you that he thinks that you are. Knowing yourself you’ll get over it in a week but the possessive and petty side wants to play it out for a bit longer.

When he doesn’t respond when prompted you stop your movements altogether tugging his head to directly face yours.

“Use your words like a big boy Kook”, tone condescending as you pick up your movements again. Your bored look is met with his pleading eyes, having been teased for so long. If he knew he’d open his door to devil incarnate he would have kept it shut but you looked so tempting dressed in a simple tank that left little to the imagination and skirt that you know he loves so much.

You apply a bit more pressure to coax it out of him.

“I want more.”

Your eyebrow twitches as if irritated, tongue clicking in dissatisfaction. He quickly picks up on your warning not wanting to irritate you further.

“Spit on it.”

At that you show your first hint of satisfaction since you started this, lip quirking up a bit. As coy as he acts he is dirty with his words and it’s one of the many reasons you love playing with him. So you oblige, tilting your head downwards to directing the wetness onto the head of his dick. He moans lightly at the sensation, eyes closing briefly as you speed up your movements now aided by the mixture of your spit and his pre-cum.

You take a moment to admire the look of peace on his face before the sadist part in you decides to ruin it. The hand that was settled on his nape moves its way across his face, finally settling on his jaw.

“Open,”

His eyes open briefly, pupils fully blown out as he already anticipates your next action. He happily follows opening his mouth, awaiting as you’ve taught him to. Your tongue glides against your teeth gathering the wetness before you spit into his mouth. His swallows without hesitation, moaning as you reward him with a faster pace. Your hand moves quickly across his soft skin as your palm glides across the head each time it makes its ascent. You hum in approval as his moans increase in volume.

“Mine”, you speak absentmindedly as your eyes return to the tainted spot that started all of this. Your mouth drops to his neck covering the mark with a new one of your own as you suckling on the fading bruise. Not satisfied with just that spot you make your way around his neck littering it in signs of possession.

“Yours”, he sighs in content as his hips start bucking into your hand, a tell sign that he’s close. You let him, wanting him to chase his high as your hand works in tandem with his hips. Just as his mouth hangs agape preparing for his impending orgasm you wait until the last second possible to remove your touch from his body. His hips buck up trying to chase your hand as a whine escapes his mouth.

His eyes open, sparkling as he processes what just happened. You’re already getting up and gathering your things as if he wasn’t sitting half naked right in front of you.

“I don’t like sharing Kook, let me know when you understand what that means.”

You slam the door, leaving him dumbfounded as to what just happened. It doesn’t take long for him to start blowing up your phone with apologies and attempts to get you back into bed with him. Endless messages and videos of him trying to entice you but your will is strong. You know he won’t touch himself in the time that you’re apart so like you said, you’ll give it a week.

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drainedfelsh · 5 months

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if i were to post one which one yall :D

btw hes like tsundare in the toxic!fic i wrote abt

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dazed--xx · 2 years

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Ravenous

Request: Heyyy how abb some smut w vampire jk🥰

Member: Vampire Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Thriller, SMUT

Word Count: 3.2k

Trigger Warning: blood loss, biting, blood sucking, technically prostitution but im not sure how shes a blood bag for her job, sexual content, anxiety, threats, stalking(like a predator hunting prey), sorta non con mostly not, breaking in, rough sex, anything else that can be a trigger

A/N: so typically I wouldn’t have written this cause theres not much of a description BUT I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR A REQUEST LIKE THIS ever since I began writing cause when I first got into reading on tumblr instead of wattpad I read the “Sweeter Than Sweet” series by @jinpire and I’ve gone back to it so often but I have had so many ideas based on this series so Shout out to them cause I love that series and this is inspired by it as well but mine is A LOT darker but anyway check out the sweeter than sweet series as well. Anyway thank you for your request hun I hope you like it...requests are open...

*PING*

You groan, grabbing your phone off the nightstand. You grumble to yourself at the seer AUDACITY of whoever decided to wake you up on your one day off. Clicking your power button, the phone’s ray of light blinding. You adjust your brightness through your eyelashes.

3:24 am the large digital clock read upon the screen.

15 New Messages

8 missed calls

You flash straight up as you notice its Jungkook. Your heart races confused. What could he want?? You think to yourself as you go to open the messages

From Jungkook:

It's gone.... (1:34 am)

I’m not kidding its gone and Im fucking hungry... (1:46 am)

Y/N I know it's supposed to be your day off but it's gone I need you to just...fuck im sorry please just answer me (1:50 am)

FUCK Y/N PLEASE (1:55 am)

ANSWER THE FUCKING PHONE!!! (2:01 am)

Im sorry im fucking losing it please we got into this huge.... thing and I finished everything you left for me yesterday im sorry im literally loosing please you know this isn't safe for literally anyone... (2:05 am)

Im getting impatient......(2:10am)

Don’t you want to help me...You love helping me ill pay you for your time and obviously your blood... (2:15 am)

ummm helloooooooooooooooooooo (2:24 am)

Im starting to think your under estimating me and im getting pissed Y/N I can and will feed if it's from you or someone else that’s your choice (2:30 am)

FUCK IT IM COMING OVER THEN (2:34 am)

Im leaving now I'll be there soon. (2:37 am)

Here open the door (3:03 am)

Fucking open the door.... (3:08 am)

It concerns me im making this much noise and your still supposedly asleep where are you... (3:15 am)

FINE (3:23 am)

IM DONE WAITING (3:23 am)

JUST REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENS IS ON YOU (3:23 am)

A small creak from downstairs pulling your attention away from your phone. Your heart sinks, you pull the blanket off as you make your way to the hall. You feel your heart in your throat as you slowly make your way down the sunken abyss that is your hallway. A sense of dread over taking you as you lean yourself against the wall, the cool painted sense of security you see it as holding your back against it feeling your way out for the light switch. Why’d they put it so damn far when they built this place.....you think to yourself. You’ve never noticed how far it was before. Your fingers trembled as they glide against the cool surface.

Your breath shaky as you feel the light switch, flipping it on your heart sinks as you flash around staring in every direction around the empty hallway. You laugh at yourself a little, making your way downstairs a little more relaxed. You flipped on every light as you made your way around the downstairs to the front door. Pulling it open, you fully expected to be welcomed by an antsy and anxious Jungkook only for it to be completely empty. You lean out the door and notice his car not in your driveway. Shrugging it off you make your way back into your house locking the front door.

You go into your kitchen, unable to shake off the dreadful feeling in your stomach.

Getting yourself a glass of water, you feel goosebumps up your back, a feeling of being watched making you feel uneasy. Forcing the kitchen window curtains closed, you shake your head to yourself. Turning off the lights behind you; you make your way back to your bedroom. Deciding to leave the hallway light on to ease your anxieties. You trudge your way back into your bedroom.

The strong trepidatious feeling returning as the smell of vanilla and something unfamiliar fills your nostrils. You feel someone gripping your hair as you’re shoved into your bedroom door. You feel them press their body against you as you struggle to fight against them the side of your face pressed roughly against the wall. Your heart racing a mile a second; you can tell by the strength, his scent, cold rough way he was forcing you in place whatever Jungkook and the rest of them went through tonight had him ravenous.

You open your mouth to speak a small squeak making its way out of your mouth instead of words. You shove your back into Jungkook, your ass brushing against his flaccid member in the process. A heat rushing to your face as his chest is firmly pressed against your back his hand wrapping itself around your throat. Flipping you over forcefully your back is thrust upon the door. He presses harshly against your neck, your eyes trying to find his face. Your breath shallow, tears filling your eyes in fear. He takes a deep “breath” inhaling your scent, his eyes glowing a bright red. Your once sweet, shy employer now replaced with a ravenous vampire.

You’ve never once saw them as monsters, just beings cursed with immortality and a thirst for human blood. Never once permitted to enter into the daylight. Having to spend their days boarded up in a dark unnoticed building, nests typically having many ‘donors’ receiving compensation for their time. You’ve been Jungkook’s donor for over 8 months now, in that time he’s only ever received your ‘donation’ through blood bags. You’ve heard stories as to why that was, many of his kind choosing to feed that way whether it be because they do not wish to interact with humans due to their scent being almost nauseating to them, to them not wanting to feed off of what they once were, but you’ve heard stories.....the ones that couldn’t control themselves.... donors dying during feedings only for the rest of the nest's donors being hunted and fed on by the uncontrolled.

You feel Jungkook’s tongue tracing over your throat parallel with your carotid artery, your eyes widen as you squeeze your thighs together. You can feel how hot your ears and cheeks became, your hands lifting to Jungkook's chest. You shyly shove against him trying to get him off you as he brushes all of your hair to the back freeing your throat, “J-Jungko---” you hear a low growl releasing itself throughout his chest. Your mouth snaps shut in foreboding. You feel a small little prick against your neck. A squeak leaving you, Jungkook’s hair tangling itself in your hair forcing your head to the side slightly as he sinks his teeth into the vascular area.

Your hand moving to the back of his head grasping his long midnight locks between your fingers, his other hand moving around your waist pulling you closer into his figure. The feeling absolutely euphoric as a moan forces its way out, Jungkook growls in response. His hand lowering itself to cup your ass, completely flush against you. You can feel his rapidly growing member as you hear the muffled groans and moans, he’s making as he fed. You can feel an electricity running through your veins, your body tingling in response to his touch. You can’t help the wetness growing between your legs as he forces your connected bodies away from the door. Never removing his teeth from your throat, he presses you against your bed. You feel his hand grasping the collar of your loose-fitting sleep shirt. He rips it apart swiftly, his hand now kneading your voluptuous chest. Placing his knee between your thighs forcing them open he settles himself between them; member against your heat.

You can feel the room slowly beginning to spin as you return to your efforts to pry him off you before he completely drains you. It being your first time being fed from without the trima machine. “J-Jun-Jungkook" you manage to weakly moan. The sound of his name awakening something in him as he grinds his large hard member against your wet panties. The sensation overwhelmingly gratifying. His hand removing itself from your chest softly caressing your cheek as his movements hasten. You can hear the sound of his belt buckle his lower half no longer pressing against you. His hand grasping your face lifting you slightly, another feral growl rumbling through his chest as you try to force him off again.

You can feel his teeth retracting as he settles himself back between thighs, your eyes widening at the skin to skin contact you now felt. You can him lick over the mark now forever engrained on your neck. A small whimper releases from your throat as can feel his full unclothed member against your now soaked panties. Your eyes meet his as he pulls his face away from your throat. His eyes still a glowing bright red. “umm..Jun-” Your statement cut off by him pressing his lips against yours. You kiss him back in quick succession.

You moan as he trails his fingers down your torso, making their way into your panties. They brush over your folds you shudder. You can feel him smile against your lips, his tongue prodding its way into your mouth. The coppery taste of blood filling your taste buds, his vanilla scent now the only one in the room. “Look at you angel, so ready to do anything for me.” He teases seductively. He pulls his shirt off as his eyes trail over your body. A shyness taking over you as you cover your face with your hands. “tsktsk no don’t hide yourself from me my little angel....im going to keep you for a while” he plays with a strand of your hair.

“You’re so wet angel, who did that to you?” His fingers rubbing circles on your clit over your panties. You remain silently at his prodding. He smacks over the nub “Answer me when I ask you a question, who made your little pussy so fucking wet?” “y-you” you mumble reluctantly. He grips your chin roughly, lips centimeters away from your own his other hand still playing with your clit. Its growing harder and harder to contain the moans you hold in your throat. “Who owns you angel?” He asks shredding your panties leaving you completely naked. “Y-you do” you moan as he rubs his hard member against your clit teasingly. Your hips bucking under him at the contact. You’ve never known Jungkook to be this forward, 8 months as his donor he’s always been more......shy.... he’d wait patiently as you sat in his room attached to the Trima. A small crush you had on him completely oblivious to him as he continued to begin to open himself up more. He’d offer to watch a movie while you filled your bag for him, get you snacks you preferred. He’d always been gentle around the other donors, welcome everyone with a small smile. His eyes brown...............

You remember the feeling of being watched. How it all felt like it was leading up to this. You hadn't meant to ignore his messages or calls. You feel betrayed as you come to realize Jungkook......Jungkook hunted you.... This isn't your Jungkook....he’d never hunt you. Whatever this thing was it wasn’t Jungkook. The rough handle he had on you that brought you weak in the knees. His glowing blood red eyes. How anything you could say wouldn’t affect him in anyway other than egging him on. The way his eyes keep penetrating you...no this wasn’t the Jungkook you’ve grown to know.

A small smack on your cheek pulling you out of your thoughts. “Don't ignore me...youre already in so much trouble” He warns. You open your mouth to respond, beg for him to let you go. He shoves another digit inside you. “You’re gonna take what I give you, you’ve been so fucking bad angel” You can't help the clenching of your walls around his fingers. A moan of his name releasing itself from your lips. “Fuck...you better not cum or youre really going to regret it.” He informs you. You nod rapidly. You feel his lips brush over your stomach. He kisses his way down your stomach, once he’s over your core you can feel the smug smile he’s holding.

His tongue tracing little circles over your thighs teasingly. You buck your hips in response a needy whimper leaving you. A small chuckle releasing itself from his throat, he swipes his tongue slowly over your core. “P-please...” You beg. You feel a stinging on your thigh, your eyes widen at the feeling. “You don’t tell me what to do” he growls. He sinks his mouth around your core licking and sucking rapidly. You moan loudly as his hands wrap themselves around your breasts. “Fuck everything about you tastes fucking amazing, angel who do you belong to” “You Jungkook...f-fuckk” you moan in response. He continues to lick your slit, your hand tangling in his hair you can feel a familiar knot forming in your stomach as you buck your hips against his mouth. The animalistic and feral sounds he’s making as he eats you like he’s never eaten before only contributing to the oncoming climax. “I-I’m Gonna c-cumm" You whine “You better fucking hold it only way youre cumming is around my cock” He seethes.

“Come here make yourself fucking useful and suck my cock” He grabs you by your hair forcing you up and on your knees on the ground next to your bed. You feel ashamed as you grasp his large member rapidly, fully prepared to completely submit to this being taking Jungkook’s shape. Placing soft teasing kitten licks against his shaft, his hips buck against your mouth.

“Rub your clit while you suck my cock angel” You nod rapidly prepared to please him in any way he deems fit. Taking the tip between your lips, you swirl your tongue around it as you begin settling the whole thing in your mouth. You reach half way and you can feel his tip against the back of your throat. Your eyes travel up his muscular, tattooed toned torso; your pace on your clit speeding up as you begin to bob your head on his appendage. His guttural moans motivating you as his hands wrap around your hair gripping tight thrusting into your throat harshly. “FUUUCCCKKKK” he swears his eyes never leaving yours “You’re so good for me aren't you angel....f-fuck taking this long hard cock down your throat. You look like a good little slut sucking my cock” you can't help the pride that fills you as you stare into those bright red eyes, burning their way into your memory.

“You little fucking slut...youre gonna make me cum is that what you want?? You want me to cum down your throat like the cum hungry slut you are??” He questions, the look of absolute satisfaction planted on his face as you nod rapidly on his cock. A small hmmmm only able to escape from your throat as he forces his member deeper into your mouth. You gag at the feeling “yeah gag on my cock angel you take it so fucking good.... too bad you decided to ignore me...” He growls pulling his cock out of your mouth. He lifts you up by your hair shoving you back against the bed. “Spread your legs...Only place im cumming is inside you”

You comply embarrassingly quickly. He rubs the tip of his member against your wet folds, slowly entering you. His eyes connecting with yours once again, you wrap your arms around his neck pressing your lips together as he bottoms out inside of you. Your muffled scream at the burning stretch bringing a smile to Jungkook's lips. His tongue pushing its way back into your mouth. You allow him to dominate your mouth, his hips slowly stroking himself into filling you up to your stomach. A tear making its way down your cheek, another growl rumbling its way through Jungkook’s chest as he snaps his hips into yours; the tip of his member hitting your g-spot in quick succession. You moan against his lips as his pace speeds up.

“Look at the little whore so ready to take cock...this...fucking pussy belongs to me.” He declares, pressing his lips back to yours. “Fuck angel you take my cock so well.... you like how im fucking you”

“Y-Yes it feels so fucking good sir...” The use of the pet name unlocking something in Jungkook. His arm wrapping itself around your waist as he unforgivingly thrusts against your core. “Yeah, take my fucking cock, your pussy’s so fucking tight; you don’t take cock often huh angel?” He prods. Youre seeing stars as you try to grip yourself around Jungkook's toned back. His unforgiving pace making the room spin as exploits are released from your mouth. Jungkook pulls himself out of you, forcing you onto your stomach lifting your ass in the air.

You can feel his eyes burning holes into your ass as his hand kneads and strokes it. A harsh smack rang through the room. “Fuck!” you moan instinctive moving your ass back toward him, you feel his tip brush against your clit as another smack rains down on your ass. “You like that angel? You like when I treat you like my personal little fuck toy?” He growls through clenched teeth. “Yes....fuck I love it sir..”you whimper in response. He shoves his member back into your core, quickly returning to his unrelenting pace. You feel his hand wrap itself in your hair forcing you back pressing your back to his chest, moving his hand from your hair to your chin making you look at him as he fucked into you. His arm wrapping itself around your waist hold you tightly against his body. The new angle forming the familiar knot in your stomach. Your clit is throbbing as Jungkook forces his lips against yours. His fingers finding their way to your clit rubbing rapidly building your orgasm “S-sir...I’m gonna---” he cuts you off returning his lips to yours his pace speeding up. “Cum for me my angel” He prompts you feel the familiar prick. The electricity feeling running through your body once more, your eyes widen in realization.

The orgasm building causing your legs to shake your hands trembling as a loud scream releases itself out your throat. Jungkook’s feral animalistic growls drowned out by the sound of your own pulse in your ears. His hips moving inhumanly fast, your release building around him. Your walls clench as your body is forced forward Jungkook’s hands holding you still as to not rip his fangs from your artery. His hips stutter as you feel yourself explode around him, a wetness running down between your legs. His movements slowing as he rides out his climax inside of you. As he retracts his teeth, you fall forward on your bed. “Y/N!” Jungkook exclaims concern lacing his voice. You feel him flip you over laying you on your back. Your eyes barely able to stay open from the orgasm and blood loss. You bring your hand to Jungkook's cheek a shy smile forming on your lips. You bite your bottom lip, pressing your lips to his softly.

You feel him respond, his tongue brushing over yours cautiously. Your lips moving in sync for what felt like hours. “Get some sleep angel I should go....” he whispers. You can feel sleep taking over you, you can feel him lifting himself from your bed. Your hand grasps his wrists, “stay....please” you beg. He returns to his position in your bed. “I-I’m so-” “Shh” you cut him off grabbing his hand wrapping it around your waist, as you drift off to sleep. You didn’t know what this meant for your job, or even your friendship with Jungkook.

But that’s a worry for the morning......

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yoongi-sugaglider · 2 years

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And So He Walked Alone

Jungkook x reader

apocalypse au

Summary:

What is it that gives us purpose? What drives us as human beings to keep living? A young man finds himself faced with that very question when he discovers himself to be the last remaining human.

Will he walk alone?

Warnings: This one is gonna hurt folks

Word count: 1012

Author’s note:

This is based on one of my infamous dreams. My subconscious likes to hurt me apparently, so when I woke up I decided to frantically write this out so ya’ll could share the ouch. Enjoy~

It had been months since he’d last seen another human face to face. The devastation that’d grabbed hold of him in the beginning, the panic and fear and anger, all had long since faded away from the forefront of his mind.

After being greeted time and again to the sight of car crashes, the empty shells of planes long since burned to a smoldering hunk of empty and twisted metal, and home after home left in almost pristine condition down to forks dropped to the floor from meals left uneaten he’d finally come to understand the truth. He was absolutely and truly all alo… He needed to set out to find her.

It had started one morning on his way to work. Not thinking that the rental house he shared with his brothers was so very oddly silent, he’d rushed through his morning routine. Thoughts a frantic mess, he’d raced his way through his shower and tugged on clothes wrinkled from having not been folded after he’d pulled them out of the dryer the night before.

She’d have fussed at him had she se….

It wasn’t until he’d actually made it to work that he realized something was wrong. The bypass had been devoid of vehicles, serendipitous to be sure, but when he pulled into the parking lot and saw the burning building that was his place of employment a certain type of dread had filled him.

He’d pulled out his phone, staring down at the empty screen of the video call and struggling with his conscience as to whether to hang it up and call the authorities. Dismissing the thought he’d tucked the phone away, ensuring that the call was still muted before hurrying to the restaurant across the parking lot and stepping inside with a call of hello.

Not a soul had answered him. Despite several vehicles idling in line at the drive-through, not a soul reached his desperate sight as he frantically searched the building for any signs of life. No one answered when he tried to call emergency services, the calls just rang and rang unendingly until finally he’d given up and dropped forlorn into the driver’s seat of his car.

He’d stared out the front windshield, that dread building and building into full blown panic as he’d pulled out his phone and unlocked the screen to the sight of her empty be…

So he wandered for a while, searching and shouting until his throat bled and the tears he’d once shed had all but run dry. Always aware of the phone in his pocket that he kept charged and the call that he hoped and prayed would never drop.

Finally his resolution had hardened and he’d worked up the courage to set out, stopping at barren convenience stores for food and water and gas to fill his tank he had driven. Always seeking and searching in case by some misguided fate some other poor soul was out there that might just share the same fate as him.

He’d seen animals abound, pets allowed to finally roam free and grow wild once more like their ancestors once had been. Zoo animals who’d had the smarts and wherewithal to escape their enclosures and run free in the streets in suburban environments that rapidly decayed into the jungle scapes so many of them had been taken from long long ago.

And finally, after so very long of driving and charging and hoping and staring, the call had died. He’d lost his mind for a while. Screaming at the phone that mocked him with its lack of service, repeatedly smashing the call button in vain hopes that maybe…just maybe… Eventually he’d continued on, seeking his destination with a single minded drive that only a man possessed could attain, not allowing the despair to resurface so long as he knew the roads to take and the neighborhoods to pass in order to find just what he was looking for.

And there he sat. The small blue house with that ugly stone facing she’d always mocked staring back at him. Yard left unkempt from almost a year of neglect. The truck she drove sat unused and covered in a thick layer of pollen.

He stared for a night and most of a day before finally steeling his resolve and unbuckling his seat belt to step out of the car. His footsteps echoed on the cracked and ragged walkway as he made his way up to the front door, testing the lock and frowning. He’d always tried to remind her to lock that door, anyone could have just walked in.

The front living room gave off a musty odor, as though no one had been there in so long the walls had even forgotten what it felt like to know a human presence.

He knew the layout very well. Smiling at the pictures hanging on the wall of a young girl grinning and laughing at the camera person.

He’d turned a corner in the hall, eyes widening and tears pouring at the sight that lay before him.

It still smelled of her, the empty bedroom with its pile of unfolded laundry, snack wrappers littering the floor just out of reach of the bed and a laptop that’d been left on and open to a google doc with a story half written, never to be finished.

His fingers traced the edges of the bedspread, eyes lingering on the slight divot in the mattress.

He gingerly picked up the phone, unlocking it to see the thousands of messages he’d sent her every day up until the point where the cellphone towers had stopped sending their signals.

Desperation clenched at his throat. It clung to his knees, buckling him and breaking him as he dropped into her place.

He curled into the scent of her, sobs forever to go unheard as the truth settled on him with a finality so all encompassing that it shook him to his very core.

She was gone. Really and truly gone.

And he was doomed to walk alone in the world.

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bonny-kookoo · 1 year

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Jungkook: How so 🔞

In which Jungkook and you learn more about each other while also uncovering more about yourselves.

Tags/Warnings: non-Idol AU, enemies to lovers, reader learns to be a cinnamon roll, Jungkook just simply is a cinnamon roll, adult themes, fluff, romance, short!reader go cry about it, smut, mutual masturbation, oral, special guest star: mc's vibrator, angry namjoon, slight DDLG-aspects/themes? Soft daddy/dom vibes from kook? They're stronger this time ngl

Story length: 3.5k oops-

Belongs to: Why Not (🔞)

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"one." he counts, arms crossed menacingly as he stands at the foot of his bed, a bit of a distance away from where you're laying. You've been napping and been lazy all day- and while he doesn't mind, he's also come to learn it makes your head ache and your attitude cranky.

"two.." he draws the number out a little, and you're not sure what he thinks this whole act of counting down will do for you. You're not affected by that. You're not a kid after all. Your muscles aren't suddenly itching to move, absolutely not.

"how far are you gonna count?" you mumble into the pillows below, holding onto it as he doesn't have anything else to hug really.

"you wanna find out, princess?" he wonders darkly, and the way he says it sends a shiver down your spine.

Okay, maybe you're a little bit affected.

Just as he's about to admit defeat, you actually move, sitting up on the bed with your hair all unruly and loose shirt exposing your collarbone. He smiles a bit to himself.

He'd had somewhat of a hunch about you, and these days, those theories seem to prove themselves as correct. It both amuses him, and makes him happy at the same time, because you really are just his type beneath all that tough-girl persona you've put up in front of others.

"there we go. Wasn't so hard now, was it?" he chuckles, pulling you towards the edge of the bed by your ankles. "now come on, go wash up. You can't spend your days off only asleep, baby." he gently scolds, pecking your lips while you whine, making him laugh against your lips.

"but why not?" you complain. "your bed is comfy, and it's MY days off!" you reply, making him smack your naked thigh without much force.

"maybe, but you're spending them at MY apartment, in MY bed." he reminds you, slowly walking out the door. "now get up, I'm making breakfast!" he calls out, before you let yourself fall onto your back again as soon as he's out of sight.

It's not like he can boss you around.

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"Hm, no." he suddenly says, shocking you to the core.

You're aching, looking at him with eyes wide open while Jungkook detaches himself from you before he casually wipes his hand on his sweatpants, stealing your orgasm in the process. "you don't do what I say.." he shrugs, sitting back on the couch next to you. "So why should I?"

There's no words in your brain. You didnt think it would bite you back like this, not by a long shot. He's such a sweet guy, has been for the entire time you've known him- he wouldn't be so cruel now, would he?

"But-" you stammer, closing your legs bashfully. "Jungkook you can't be serious.." you say, though you don't know why this is strangely exciting to you. "you said that I'm, you know, that you'll-"

"That's still true." he nods. "I won't ever do something you don't want. You can say stop and I'll stop, easy as that. But that doesn't mean you get to play me, darling." he teases, tent clearly visible in his pants.

"So what? You gonna just sit there and wait?" you complain, arms crossed. He's clearly hard. There's no way he can just wait it out.

"No." he tilts his head, before his hand wanders. "I can cum by myself just fine." he smirks, leaning back as he palms himself over his sweatpants.

He can't be serious. You're not ready for that- or are you? It's strange, like a rollercoaster in your insides, going up and down at the sight of him. Your cunt aches, clenching around nothing- and even stranger, you want to see him.

Not like now- you want to see him.

"I won't touch you." he reminds you as he adjusts himself a little. "but you can touch yourself. Maybe you'll cum all by yourself?" be says with a joking tone, leaning his head to the side of the couch.

You've got an idea.

"but.. You can see me naked down there.." you argue. "I can't. Thats unfair if you ask me." you complain, making him laugh.

"Cheeky." he comments. "guess that's true." Jungkook shrugs, before he casually pulls down his pants and underwear like it's nothing, his length eagerly jumping free it seems.

Your head is suddenly empty, no thoughts running through.

You're not stupid. You've seen dicks before, you watch porn after all, but still- maybe it's because it's his? But something about it makes you rub your thighs against one another, an ache forming in your core.

"was about to ask if you're comfortable-" he chuckles. "-but I guess you're clearly okay with this?" he asks, and you nod, throwing all hesitancy out the window. You're okay, you've never been so okay with something before.

Your thighs slowly open, hand finding your most sensitive spot easily while he can't keep his eyes off of you, his own hand starting to stroke himself as well. "you know.." he softly says, watching while his breathing deepens. "..this is a first for me as well." be confesses, thumb running over the tip of his length, spreading the precum with wet noises.

You feel antsy.

It's clear that he knows his body perfectly, every movement of his palm bringing pleasure it seems, and you're watching, learning, because you wanna try doing it for him one day too. This is your chance of finding out what he likes.

"what're you thinking, hm?" he wonders breathlessly.

"wanna touch you." you whine, and his jaw clenches while he swallows.

"hm, really?" he asks, letting his cock go, self control setting in as he puts his hands to his side. "alright. Go ahead." be encourages.

You swallow, attempt to find a tissue or something to clean your hand, but he shakes his head. Don't you dare wipe that off, he thinks.

He's warm.

Thats the first thing you notice as your hand wraps around his length, fingers carefully exploring what he's got to offer. Every little glance you give him brings him closer to a heart attack he feels like as he let's his head fall back, eyes closed because your touch affects him more than he thought it would.

Until they snap open again, a surprised moan escaping his mouth as he feels what's unmistakably your tongue on his tip.

"Sorry-!" you apologise. "I should've asked too.." you say, and he laughs to himself.

"it's okay. I-" be looks at you. "I liked it. But give a man a earning next time, jesus." he laughs, relaxing you with that. You lean in again, just for the joke of it, but once your lips wrap around his head, it doesn't feel odd at all. In fact, it's kind of nice.

Meanwhile he's forcing together all of his strength not to cum down your throat.

You're dangerous he realizes as he watches you somehow figure out how to give him bead all by yourself- hands playing around, even shyly giving some attention to his balls while your tongue swirls over his tip.

It's all too much.

He can spot how you jump back a bit surprised, though as if by instinct you keep stroking him, watch as the ropes of cum spurt out and onto his sweatpants. There's some on your lips that you wipe off, though the slightly bitter taste on your tongue also doesn't feel too bad.

"Fuck." he laughs, catching his breath before he reaches out, hands opening your legs so his palm can find your core. Two fingers enter you again, the heel of his hand rubbing over your clit in a motion and speed that makes your head spin. "more- please!" you beg, cully at his mercy until you cum with spasming hips, hands on your mouth doing little to hide your screams of pleasure.

You're both out of breath by the time your minds are back and functioning, laughter echoing off the walls as the situation is realized by the both of you.

Maybe you're really made for each other.

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"What the fuck did I tell you?!" is the first thing Namjoon barks at him next time he sees him at Yoongis studio. "Are you deaf? Mentally challenged? Is that it?!" he keeps insulting, as Yoongi pushes him back.

"okay alright, let's calm down here." he tries to reason.

"I don't even know whats- oh." Jungkook realises, lips pushed together in a thin line.

"Yeah, 'oh'." Namjoon scolds. "what's your excuse? You tripped and landed dick first in her?" he jokes without humor.

"Namjoon, it's really not like that at all." he attempts to explain himself. "I'm not-"

"screwing her?" be finishes impatiently for the younger friend.

"no- I mean kind of? I, somewhat, it's not that simple-" he starts, when Namjoon jumps up from the couch again, barely held by the eldest in the room. "we're together Namjoon! I'm not just fucking her, I'm going out with her.!" he hurries out. "I- yeah, fuck it." he sighs, running a hand through his longer hair. "I actually really like her. Like, love-like." he confesses, causing the room to fall silent.

Jungkook doesn't do well with the dreaded L-word.

In fact, Jungkook hasn't ever been in an actual relationship before, ever. He's been a guy with bad luck and an red dot on his heart for others to aim at it seems. Used for his kind nature, pockets emptied more often than he could count, used for pleasure before getting told that 'you're just a friend, sorry.'

And every time he'd do it again, fall in love, get his heart broken, repeat after a week of sadness. Until he'd stopped, years ago, having promised himself to never be that guy to be stepped on again. He's still kind, he's still nice- but he keeps his heart behind a glass window, for everyone to see, but none to touch.

Until you came along.

"you.. What?" Namjoon asks, a lot more calm now.

"I think I love her." he says again, noticing himself the weight of his words as he says them. "I- I don't think. I'm really.." he's unsure how to phrase it. It can't be love yet, and it isn't, but it's something else- something comfortable, like watching a movie that you know ends well just to relax and get rid of all the stress piled up on your shoulders. He's not falling in love, not at all.

There's no falling involved. There's no pit he's tumbling down into, no fear at all about what might happen next. It's more like a steady walk, right next to you, to a place he just knows will be nice.

"Wow." Yoongi laughs, hitting the youngest's back with a grin.

All while Namjoon sighs, watching the now teary-eyed young man wipe his cheeks in embarrassment.

Yeah- maybe there's nothing to fear if it's him you're with.

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"I always wondered what kind it was." Jungkook says, and you're wondering what he's talking about when he walks into the tiny bedroom of yours, holding your purple bullet vibrator with no shame at all.

"JEAN JUNGKOOK GIVE THAT TO ME-!" you yell out in panic, jumping from the mattress on the floor towards him, jumping at his hand that's holding your most secret item high above your hand.

"hm, no." he smiles impishly. "but you can continue jumping, I'm really enjoying the show here, precious." he says, tip of his tongue running over the silver piercing decorating his bottom lip.

Who knew that this sweet looking man could be so so evil.

"aw don't pout, I was just curious." he apologizes as you stand there with your arms crossed, tank top showing him a lot more skin than he's used to whenever he's alone with you. He's seen your cleavage before. Your thighs, your legs, but never in an intimate scenario like this. "though you should be more careful with this thing. I almost stepped on it." he teases, and you turn red at that.

"I forgot to put it away I guess.." you say, reaching for it as he pulls it away again. "Jungkook!"

"ever used it on your tits?" he tilts his head, taking a step towards you. You take a step back, like he's a magnet of the same charge pushing against you with invisible force.

"n-no." you shake your head, unable to hide your excitement bubbling up. You like it when he's like this- dominant, but not pushy. "that doesn't do anything." you argue. He chuckles.

"doesn't it?" he wonders, taking another step. "I could think of a few ways to use it, you know?" he implies. You swallow hard.

"..like?" you wonder quietly, gaze snapping from the toy in his hand to his eyes every now and then.

"wanna find out, princess?" he asks, and for some reason, this sentence still makes you shiver in pleasure. It's just words, how come they touch you just as much as his hands can? He's got you unable to form any sentences with just that simple look of his, so you simply nod, a surprised squeal escaping you when his hands push your shoulder.

Luckily, you fall onto the mattress below, having not noticed that he's been walking you towards it the entire time.

"You know, I kind of feel sorry for your neighbors." He chuckles, leaning over you.

"Huh?" you wonder dumbly, but he just shakes his head, brushing it off for the moment, as his hands instead play with the straps of your top.

"Can I take this off?" He asks. "It's fine if you're not comfortable with that yet, though. No worries." He shrugs. But you shake your head, pulling on the bottom on your top, before you hesitate.

"Can you.. take yours off too?" You ask, and he grins, nodding eagerly. He already figured you might feel more comfortable with that, but he wants you to speak up on your own as well. It's something he personally finds important- that you keep your independence, that you only do what you truly want and feel comfortable with. Never does he want to convince you to do anything, never at all.

He knows what that's like. It leads to regrets, shame, embarrassment- and he doesn't want you to feel that with him.

You're a bit hesitant now that you see his.. well, very toned body underneath. You personally don't work out- only occasionally, if you feel like it, or if you've eaten a particularly big meal and it makes you feel all heavy and bloated. You're nothing like him- stomach soft, slightly protruding, no defined muscles or anything. And yet, you jump over your shadow, and you swear you can see his pupils dilate like the lens of a camera trying to focus.

In his eyes, you're everything and nothing like he'd imagined. You're better than anything his thoughts could've ever come up with.

He's dropped the toy for now, instead using his hands to run them up your sides, before they finally reach your chest, soft and warm in his hands. He's never been one to have preferences when it comes to someone's body- but he can see himself quickly falling for the feel of them in his palms. "How can you be so pretty?" He wonders, and you squirm a little, causing him to laugh. "You're so cute." He can't help but comment, before he shakes his hair out of his eyes, sitting back on his heels.

You're already putting your feet up against his abdomen, making him smile as he runs his fingers over your ankles, before he tilts his head to the side. "I appreciate you being such a good girl, but that'll have to wait." He praises, and you turn a bit red, before he takes your legs and maneuvers them around his waist, pulling you closer towards him. He can already spot a wet patch on your underwear- a clear sign that he's affecting you just as much as you are him- and he can't help but feel his own ego swell a little.

He's not felt like this in a long time, if ever at all.

"Did you charge it?" He wonders, and you shuffle around a little to get comfortable, accidentally rutting against his already way too constrained bulge in his pants, making him groan in surprise. "Alright there, that was a simple question jesus christ woman!" He laughs, making you laugh as well.

"Sorry, I was just adjusting!" You giggle, while stretching your arms over your head for a second. You feel oddly comfortable with him, even all exposed like this. It's a nice feeling you've not yet experienced with anybody before. "But uh- I don't know, it needs batteries, you can't charge it." You explain, and Jungkook nods.

"Well, let's hope these got some juice left in them." He simply tells you. "If not, I'll find another way to make you cum." He casually comments, making you wonder what he could maybe come up with.

Sex used to be terribly scary. An intimidating thought that would leave you restless whenever thinking of it. But now? With him? It's exciting.

He clicks the button a few times, seemingly trying out the only three modes the cheap toy has, before licking his lips and shaking his head. "I'll get you a better one one day." He mumbles more or less to himself, before turning on the lowest setting, lifting your panties, and placing it right against your core, snug with the extra push from his own bulge pressing against you. "Thank god I've packet a spare set of pants." He almost growly down at you, watching with hooded eyes as your hips roll against him. His hands grip your thighs, the sight of you equally as enticing as the buzzing toy between you both.

You don't know this, but Jungkook is exploring his own sexuality just as much as you are with him.

He's never really thought of any specific things he might like that aren't 'conventional'- but with you, he feels comfortable to the point of trying out new things, or random ideas such as what he's doing right now. But it's fine, because it's you. It's like he's got a chance to find himself alongside you, as if you're his chance of finally becoming comfortable with his own body and soul.

He's falling in love with you, while also starting to like himself more and more.

He's also noticed by now, that he's a lot more sensitive with you. A simple sensual touch of yours can make him stir awake in his pants like a boy during puberty, but he's not even mildly embarrassed by it whatsoever. Because you aren't either. He's really become in tune with you in terms of energy- when you're excited, he get's excited. When you're happy, he's happy. When you get sad, he get's sad as well. It feels nice, to have a connection like that.

You're whining beneath him, a lot more vocal now than compared to the first time he's ever been intimate with you, and he feels his pride swell at these signs of you becoming more and more relaxed and comfortable around him. Your hands reach out for his own, and he takes them happily- holding you, as you arch your back and voice out your pleasure, especially once your orgasm hits, the closeness of him making it impossible for you to squirm away and ruin it for yourself. With the little experience you have, you don't really know what you're supposed to feel like- and granted, right now, you're seeing stars, unable to form any coherent thought.

The sight of you so lost in pleasure sets him off as well- warmth of his own cum escaping him making him cringe a little, his hand reaching between the both of you to turn the plastic toy off. He's breathing heavily just like you, shivering beneath him from the aftermath of your high. "I'd say-" He hums into the crook of your neck, kisses placed in his own afterglow, "-the batteries were definitely still full." He jokes, making you laugh as you hit his back playfully.

"I gotta shower but my legs feel like rubber." You complain, making him lift his face into your area of sight.

"We could shower together?" He suggests. "No funny business. Just me holding you, in case you fall." He tells you, and you look at him for a moment, thinking.

He's already seen like what- 80% of you? There's nothing to fear anymore, really. So you nod, holding out your arms. "Carry me?" You ask playfully cute, and he grins.

"Wherever you want to, princess."

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