#jungkook fluff reactions

[onlyswan]

summary: in which there is never enough time to be in love but jungkook is a 24/7 lover (part two).

idol!jk x afab!reader / fluffy fluff with a dash of angst / word count: 4.4k

warnings/content: making out (uhm one of my fav making out scenes prolly), allusion to car s^x, mature language, jk missed oc sososomuch >:(, oc is a sunshine as always, new family member 👀, they’re so domestic!! i cried

-> part one (both can be stand alone)

-> in which masterlist!

note: hahah hi? :D art is here. if u remember me i love u. also pls comment down if u want to added to the taglist bc uhm it’s been so long so i need to make a new one :''(

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the kitchen counter divides you and jungkook. he sits there patiently. hunger is the last thing in his mind. his everything is right here with him, within an arm’s reach. your phone faintly vibrates with soft music. you hum along, feet gliding on the smooth floor as you gather what you need for the preparation of brunch. the sunlight sneaks past the gaps of the curtains, and he cannot help but to admire when it paints your skin a sparkling golden. it dances gracefully with your every move.

every moment spent with you is worth reliving a million lives.

“how have you been, my love?” he goes the extra mile of adding curiosity to the tone of his voice, because it could be that the intensity of his yearning drowns it. it sure does in the depths of his heart.

how is it that he’s closest to you than he’s ever been when going away for work but this is also the farthest he has ever felt from you? it’s a stupid joke. it’s torture.

he could say that it’s almost as if he never left, but there are things that have happened and changed. he doesn’t know where the remote control of the air conditioner in the living room is kept. you rearranged your side of the closet. you bought new books, bottles of alcohol, and ceramics. time passes by excruciatingly slower in the base. he thinks about you all the time. when he can’t sleep, he writes love songs in his head and records them when he finally gets a hold of his phone. and sometimes he catches himself wondering: soon, army will be there to listen to the songs, right?

“great… i got my first paycheck yesterday since i got promoted! this is the first time in my life that i feel rich.” you pop a piece of bacon in your mouth before pointing the tongs at him. “do you know the first thing i did?”

“what?” he asks, now intrigued.

“buy a new laptop— because i broke mine.” you wince, but the ironic amusement is evident. “it still works… uh, how do i even say it without feeling embarrassed?”

“what happened?” he begins to be infected by your positivity, a smile growing on his face. “come on, baby. you can just tell me.”

“you see, i can’t fold it anymore.” you hold up a piece of bacon, ripping it until only a quarter of an inch connects the two halves. “i dropped it on accident and the monitor broke apart from the keyboard! it’s hanging on by a thread, jungkook!”

you make a sound that is between a laugh and a wail. “i almost cried! how did that even happen?!”

he cackles, palms slapping the kitchen counter as he listens to your narration.

“so i’ve been using it like that for over a week now and i think it feels worse than having it completely break because then…” you pause, filling the silence with a giggle, to admire jungkook for a moment. you don’t seem him laugh often these days. “because then i’m thinking ‘guess i’m stuck with this abomination’ instead of ‘guess i’m getting a brand new one.’ you get what i mean?”

he sniffles. “yes, yes-” he reaches for your hand to bring the bacon into his mouth.

“it’s like when you’re holding on to something that is hurting you and makes you angry because it still kind of works and it has sentimental value. and you feel stuck.“

he chews, blinking at you. “now where did that come from?”

“sorry, i’m the friend people go to for relationship advice these days. it’s weird… they ask me ‘how have you been in a healthy relationship for the past six years?’ well, i didn’t stay in relationships that weren’t. maybe that’s how. yeah, it’s easier said than done, but no matter how difficult, you have to get it done!”

you place the final batch of bacon on the napkin covering the plate before setting them aside. you move around the kitchen to gather the ingredients you need, placing them all on the kitchen counter.

“have i told you that i won a waffle maker at the supermarket raffle?”

you expectantly watch jungkook’s expression, but you’re the one bewildered when you’re met with sparkling eyes and a fond smile. he fakes a frown and crosses his arms in front of his chest. “what?! as a matter of fact, you haven’t told me.”

“here it is!“ you reveal the box, raising it to proudly sit on the top of your head. “it was insane. i only had one entry but by some miracle from heaven, i won, jungkook!”

yes, that is actually fucking amazing, yet jungkook doesn’t find the information very surprising. good things naturally gravitate towards you because you are a good person. “oh, it was the same one we had!”

his brother borrowed it and was never returned to your kitchen again.

“it is?” your eyes comically widen, which then become out of sight when you squint at the image on the box.

“yeah,” he confirms. you flip the box and it’s his turn to look. “but this one’s white. oh! wait no- it’s a newer model.”

he takes the box from your hands for a closer inspection. “oing?” he shakes it. “is it empty?”

you bend down, disappearing for a second, and then the next, presenting to him the actual waffle maker. “sorry, the box was just for the element of surprise.”

he scratches his head. you smile at him, sighing, as if to say you also find your own antics ridiculous. and then he laughs, the kind that makes his tummy hurt and forces his eyes closed.

he missed you so dearly.

—

“we’re out of eggs.” you note in the middle of brunch.

he hasn’t been around and yet you still say ‘we.’ he abandons his utensils to wrap his arms around your waist in a bone-crushing hug. he wants nothing but to have your skin against his for the entirety of his stay, but he also craves spending time with you doing simple things.

“let’s go grocery shopping then.”

—

“i can finally shop all i want.” you almost skip out of joy beside jungkook, who is pushing the shopping cart. you hold on to his arm like you always do. “i have my big, strong boyfriend who will carry the bags with me.”

said boyfriend puffs up his chest in pride, even makes sure that you feel him flexing his arms underneath his sweatshirt. “that’s what i do it for.”

as usual, you stay the longest at the produce section. you both complain about the prices. when did it become this expensive? you dig for the best onions; him the garlic. he gasps when he takes a bundle and almost everything comes rolling on the floor. you don’t notice and he pretends it never happened. bell pepper. tomatoes. cabbage. carrots. cucumber. potatoes.

“what do you need that many potatoes for?”

“i’ll figure it out.” you shrug. “it’s cheap so maybe i’ll eat it for like a week.”

“huh? eat what you want, baby.” he insists. you tell him not to buy you too much expensive material things? fine. but god forbid he works himself to the bone for a decade and not be able to spoil his live-in partner with this type of luxury at the very least. “you don’t have to worry about that.”

“i know, babe! but i just ordered a laptop, so…” you kiss his cheek with a giggle. “besides, i do want them. you can cook them in many ways.”

“okay, that’s true.” your hand on his waist makes him a little weak on the knees. he reciprocates the kiss. “i love you.”

—

“anything you want? i’ve been preparing a package to send you.”

you pull out the baby seat of the shopping cart for your one liter of body wash. you like buying the biggest portion of things so you can save money and not have to keep going back for more. on the other hand, you think it’s comforting to be prepared for an apocalypse. it’s silly, but then you remember the pandemic.

jungkook moves your bottle a little to make space for a smaller version of it. you look at him in question and he simply says, “it’s mine.” but you both know he uses a different brand and scent.

“i want chocolates.”

“choccyyy?”

“mhmm…”

he rests his chin on your shoulder as he hugs you from behind, sandwiching you between him and the cart. the usual. a bit heavy, could be more comfortable. but this is the type of inconvenience that makes the trip to the sweets aisle more exciting, or mornings worth waking up to. the extra weight clinging to you is love that lightens the burden of being.

“what’s this?” he points to a fancy looking white chocolate at the top shelf. “have you tried it?”

“my friend gave me one before. tasted like nothing.”

“awww…” he pouts.

“take whatever you want, then let’s check out, baby.”

he grins, deviously rubbing his hands together like a mastermind orchestrating. “well, in that case!”

—

you and jungkook wait at the long grocery line. it’s saturday afternoon. this has become some sort of a peaceful harmony–the chatter of strangers, the speakers blasting the latest pop hits, and the occasional customer service intercom announcements—that supplies you with the patience to stand for an extended period of time. you shift your weight to the other foot. you ask yourself if there’s anything you forgot. you play with the strings of your boyfriend’s hoodie. he smells your hair not so subtly.

“ohh, pop rocks!” you quietly squeal once you become close enough to see the products displayed near the cashier.

he smiles in endearment. “want some?”

“yes, please!”

—

as soon as jungkook opens the car door for you, you attempt to open the bag of pop rocks, but you miserably fail on both corners. tear here? do you actually have to cry before you manage to eat your candy?

“babe, your seatbelt,” jungkook chimes while he fastens his.

“okay, wait-” you mutter, distracted and increasingly annoyed.

he starts the engine and turns up the air conditioner. “babe, come on,”

“wait…”

your phone is immediately connected to the car. he turns off the bluetooth without removing it from your lap so he can connect his phone without a problem. he misses listening to music in the car too. his playlist is already playing and you still don’t have your seatbelt on. damn, you really refuse to ask for help.

“just give it to me,” he chuckles, offering his hand.

“nope!”

you don’t even spare him a glance. you try ripping the plastic open with your teeth once more. it works this time. the force sends a small portion of the rocks falling on your lap; some in the space between your thighs.

“what a waste,” you frown.

while you lament, jungkook undoes his seatbelt so he can finally fasten yours for you. however, he continues to invade your space even after that.

“it’s fine. i’ll eat them.”

with his fingers, he patiently picks up the pop rocks caught by your skirt before putting them on his tongue. you’d be sent straight to hell if you lied and said that didn’t make you a little hot and flustered, but he did take your food without permission.

“i didn’t say i won’t eat them.” you whine. “there’s not a lot of this, you know?”

“oh, sorry, i thought-” his wince borders on a mischievous grin. “there’s still some here.” he lightly pushes your thigh to the side to show.

“ugh, no,” you dust them off the leather seat. “that’s dirty.”

“such a brat,” he mutters as he presses his lips against yours.

six years worth of kisses. six. and your head is still spinning, heart swelling with so much love that your lungs are being crushed. you sigh into the kiss and hold his face tenderly, stroking his cheek with your thumb. in those six years, you’ve spent more time waiting for jungkook than actually being with him. maybe that’s the price you have to pay for being loved by your perfect match. you can’t possibly have something too good. you need to refresh your inbox a million times, memorize time differences, get used to cancelled plans, relearn how to sleep alone, cry on call like a stupid whiny baby because you miss your boyfriend a little too much on some days. you need to be patient. you need to be understanding. you need to console him when he’s also crying because he painfully waits as much as you.

he pulls away for a moment to take more pop rocks straight from the source. you bought this for yourself, but you can’t exactly complain with sweet fireworks going off between your tongues. it’s been too long. this morning barely satiated your yearning for the physical intimacy you only want from jungkook, and only he could give in a way that feels good and right. you squeeze your thighs together. his hand is on your neck, and your collarbone, and the loose sleeve of your blouse. you’re breathing in his perfume and the strawberry flavor all over your mouths. you didn’t know that you waited six years to experience this. how ridiculous is that?

you pause to gasp for air, and then jungkook gives you a look.

“what?”

you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. sticky.

“backseat,” he demands, and when he senses your hesitation, he adds. “we’ll just make out.”

“no, we won’t just make out.” you eye his very obvious boner.

“i just kissed the most beautiful person in the world!” he puts his hands up in defense— doe eyes caught in the headlights. “can you really blame me?”

—

“okay, stop!”

jungkook closes the driver’s window and turns off the engine after successfully parking. with your help, of course. he goes straight to the trunk to unload the groceries and you follow suit. did you go overboard…? the most bags you check out on your own is three. how the hell did you end up with eight? you might not come back to the supermarket in a month or two.

“do you hear that…?”

“huh, hear what?” you mumble absentmindedly, too busy taking a peek at the items you bought.

“i think it’s a cat.” jungkook whips his head around like it’s a compass. “the sound is coming from there.”

“cat?” the mention of the adorable animal piques your curiosity. your eyes train the direction he is pointing to. “oh, i hear it too… i’ll look for it.”

and you’re gone from his side. just like that. you strut in the middle of the parking lot in your high-heeled boots, searching left and right for any sign of the cat. the meowing continues. he scrambles to gather all the bags because he is as curious as you are.

“babe, i found it!” your voice echoes.

he finds you crouching on the ground between a red and black cars. the space is wide enough for you to stretch out your arms halfway, but definitely not for him who is carrying four heavy bags in each hand.

“it’s a calico.” you sigh, utterly enamored. you use that sweet and high-toned voice he often hears for bam, and him, most especially when you’re lying in bed and pinching his cheeks and kissing his skin. “it’s still small. it’s so cute… hello, little one— pspsps.”

he laughs fondly when you move aside, smiling wide as you present to him the kitten. “it’s so cute!” it is small. only a few months old. it’s mostly white, with orange ears and spots mixed with black along its body. it looks like one of its paws has a black sock. it looks up to, meows, and puts the said paw on top of your shoe gently.

“awww,” you jut out your bottom lip, carefully petting its soft head. the cat purrs in appreciation and inches closer to your hand. “babe, it loves me!”

“of course it does— okay, you can take it.” he says before you even ask.

“what?” your eyes light up.

“i said you can bring it home with us.”

you’re pulling off your (his) sweater in no time, using it to scoop up the precious creature in your arms.

“oh my god, i love you.” you kiss his cheek. “let me help you with that, baby.”

“i love you more.”

you try to take all four bags from his right hand, but he only gives you three. for i love you, apparently.

—

bam greets you when you open the door. with a wagging tail, he hugs you as best as a dog can. unsurprisingly, he begins sniffing around because of the unfamiliar scent.

“i’m scared.” you wince and raise the new bundle of joy you found from his reach. bam is usually excited and friendly, except to some men. your only concern would be that he’d perceive the kitten as a chew toy. this dog loves playing most in the world. spoiled.

you and jungkook set down the grocery bags at the kitchen. bam follows you around; fueled by his love for his parents and his curiosity for the furry thing that looked down on him once and never again. you expected it to be scared, but it’s oddly calm for a kitten who’s been wandering around most likely since birth.

“bamie, we have a new family member. you have a sibling now. be good, got it?” jungkook lectures him face-to-face after he barked and drove the kitten to hiss and hide its face. “you shouldn’t bark at them. cats’ ears are really sensitive.”

while he does that, you tiptoe to the bathroom so you can give the kitten a much needed bath. you leave it in the sink for a moment while you fill a basin with warm water from the shower.

“wait, baby!” you call out while it meows and stands by the edge of the sink, looking around like its sizing up the height of the jump. you turn off the shower and speedwalk to the sink to stop it. “i’ll clean you up, okay? i’m so sorry. please work with me.”

you carry it in your hands and you slowly submerge it in the water. it struggles against you at first, but eventually, it allows you to do your thing. as long as you let it lie down on your palm. you spend about half an hour trying to get the task done with only one hand.

“this is bam’s shampoo and conditioner. if you smell like him, maybe he’d be nicer?” you joke. it meows twice. “did you just ‘haha’?”

—

bam is currently banned from the bedroom. anyway, he doesn’t really care because he got distracted by the new toy you got him today.

“yo, we need to trim your nails too.” jungkook talks to the kitten. “okay, let’s finish cleaning your ears first.”

“i think it’s a boy.” you mention in the middle of your coos and meows while you scratch his chin. “we need to go to the vet tomorrow.”

“huh, are you sure?”

“yeah, look for yourself.”

“aren’t male calicos very rare, though?” jungkook does take a look to confirm it himself. “wow, he really is one. wow, what are the chances?”

“really? i don’t know much about cats.” you tilt your head innocently. “all i know is that i love this one already.”

“you’re so cute.” he kisses you and you beam. “we should’ve adopted a cat a long time ago if i knew it would make you this happy.”

“i was this happy when we got bam.” you remind him.

“but that was quite a long time ago already, right?” he heaves a sigh. he acts like he’s a ninety-year old who combs his white long beard when he talks about past memories. “time sure flies by so quickly. bam used to be small too. we carried him like a baby.”

“he still wants me to carry him like that.”

“that’s right!” he bursts into a fit of giggles.

you missed laughing with him until you become tearful. this is the point. this has to be the point. you lived through each day it felt like you were dying because there would come a time when you have a stable job, a beautiful home, a loving partner, and a dog and a cat that match your adoration for them.

“he really loves you.” jungkook comments, watching the kitten fawn for your attention. it plays with your hair, jumps up to reach you, and tries to climb your arm. “have you thought of a name?”

you grin, pressing your cheek against the kitten’s face. “isn’t he such a gem?”

—

“gem won’t let me cut his nails!” jungkook whines before he even steps out of the bathroom. gem walks over to your lap the second his paws touch the bed again. “there’s eight and a half left!”

“and a half?!” you laugh so hard that you have to hit your boyfriend’s arm. “it’s fine. leave them alone for now. come here…” you pat your lower torso and gem forms a loaf there. “i’ll have the vet do it tomorrow. we don’t want him scared of you.”

“that’s why i just gave up. it’s his first day with us.” jungkook finally lies down beside you. “but if you get scratched, you need to get shots, alright?”

you swallow nervously. just the thought makes you lightheaded. needles aren’t your favorite thing in the world. and with the way gem can’t stop pawing at you, there is a high likelihood that you will meet a terrible fate tomorrow morning.

“give me the nail clipper and gloves.” you snort at your own pun before you manage to spit it out. “i’ll give it a shot.”

—

you exit the bathroom drained of the determination you had fifteen minutes earlier. gem clings to your shoulder, his nails digging into the fabric of your shirt. no more treats left for him.

“yeah, it’s not happening tonight.”

jungkook opens his arms and you accept the warm invitation. warm. you cuddle his side and leave no space between the two of you. you feel his body vibrating with laughter as he caresses your hair. “it’s okay, baby. you tried your best.”

the sound of nails scratching the bedroom door makes gem perks up from his spot on your pillow.

you and jungkook glance at the door before your eyes meet. “oh no…”

—

“this isn’t how i imagined this day would go.” your boyfriend mutters, assessing the current situation of your bed. you lie on your side facing each other, but there is a bam-playing-with-a-toy-shaped space between the two of you. gem also refuses to sleep on one of bam’s old bed because he wants to be close to you. “not that i’m complaining…”

“uh, looks like you are.”

“i’m really not, but maybe we should’ve cuddled in the car for at least another hour.”

“babe, we’re on our bed!” you giggle at his neediness.

gem wakes up from his slumber when you carefully move him from your arm to your pillow, but he closes his eyes again without a care in the world. bam observes him curiously but remains well-behaved, not making any move to touch or disturb the kitten. on the other hand, you climb over him and jungkook to transfer to the other side of the bed.

“hi,” you grin at your boyfriend when he turns around to face you. “this better?”

he scoots closer until your arm is his pillow and his face is squished against your chest. “this is better.”

“hey, jeon jungkook,”

“what?” he raises an eyebrow at the tone. “what?”

you plant a soft kiss on his forehead. “want to drink beer by the han river?”

—

“of course, we needed to get chicken too!”

yes, your bad for forgetting chicken. you’re not that hungry, but you won’t let him eat alone. besides, you felt so loved when he gave you the first drumstick he saw in the box. you lean back on the tree after finishing your first piece, admiring the flowers and the street lamps and their lights reflecting on the water. bam is exhausted after running around. he’s drinking water from a plastic cup. you learn that gem is affectionate but rarely cares about what happens in his surroundings. he’s not very interested in moving around either. he’s currently situated on your lap like a fine distinguished gentleman. jungkook asks for a kiss every two minutes in between eating and taking a swig at his canned beer. you’re wearing pajamas and slippers. it’s almost eleven in the evening. you can’t ask for anything more. this is always worth the waiting and pining. when did you get so lucky in life?

“baby, thank you. i’m so happy.” jungkook hugs you so tight— you almost stop breathing.

“heh, i’m glad. next time you come home, let’s do something more special.”

“more special?” he kisses your lips before pulling away. “okay. but this is perfect.”

“you’re perfect.” the words slip out without thought.

“you’re perfect.”

you shake your head with a laugh. “this is why everyone thinks we’re corny.”

“so what?!” he exclaims, smiling.

“yeah!” you agree. “so what?”

“beer?”

you give it a disgusted look. “nope.”

“you’re the one who invited me for this!”

“i asked if you wanted to drink beer.” you reason.

“then what do you want to drink?” he subconsciously pats his pocket to check if his wallet is still there. “i’ll buy you some.”

“your cum again.”

his… what? that catches him completely off guard.

he chokes on his beer. he totally fucking forgot his partner’s mouth has no filter. shameless. just shameless. he coughs uncontrollably, patting the picnic blanket in search of a napkin. feeling a little bad for him, you hand it over, but not without laughing at his blushing face.

“so you’re embarrassed now but not when we were in the car?”

“our children can hear you!”

“babe,” you humorously stare at the animals chilling in their own bubbles. “our children speak in bowwow and meow.”

jungkook tilts your chin to his direction. you glare at his playful smirk. “so you want to make one that speaks our language?”

“jungkook,” you slap his face. lightly. “no!”

[cigarettesuga]

꒰꒰⠀⠀new territory.⠀✸⠀(⠀ jjk ⠀)

pairing: idol!jungkook × f!girlfriend

genre: smut, fluff, experimental firsts, soft filth, boyfriend!jungkook supremacy

warnings: explicit content (mdni) pretty much literary 🌽 without any plot, ass play (f!receiving), fingering, messy kisses, soft dom/pleaser!jk, praise, cocky teasing, shy moments, lots of consent and communication, a sprinkle of overstimulation, Jungkook being obsessed with you in general. this is p1. (maybe I'll upload the following parts)

word count: 1~k (really short, not really fond of long pieces, sorry)

m.list | latest

your thighs are already shaking when he asks.

his voice rough, low in your ear —

“baby… can i try something?”

you can barely nod, already drunk on him, dizzy from how well he knows your body.

the way he loves your body.

how he worships every curve, every soft little sound you make just for him.

"yeah," you whisper, breathless.

"anything."

and fuck, the look he gives you —

dark, a little wild, so full of hunger —

it makes your stomach flip, heat flooding between your legs all over again.

his fingers trail down your side, slow, deliberate, as if he's still giving you a chance to stop him.

but you don't.

you won't.

you trust him with everything.

he kisses your shoulder, your spine, so much tenderness it almost makes you whimper.

then he slides his hand lower —

past the slick between your thighs, which he already dragged so many desperate orgasms out of,

lower,

tracing the curve of your ass.

"pretty girl," he murmurs, squeezing softly, almost distracted —

like he's getting drunk just touching you.

"jungkook," you whine, shifting, sensitive and needy and still so open for him.

he chuckles under his breath, cocky but sweet, dragging his teeth over your skin.

"patience, baby. wanna make you feel good."

his hand coasts lower again, this time circling your tightest rim, feather-light, not pushing, just... exploring.

your whole body tenses on instinct — not fear, just the shock of something new.

immediately, he notices.

"you okay?"

his voice is rough but soft, always checking, always gentle underneath all that cocky bravado.

you nod, burying your face in the pillow.

"y-yeah. just..."

you laugh a little, nervous.

"feels weird. but not bad."

jungkook hums — pleased, soothing — and presses a sweet kiss to your lower back.

"pretty girl’s so good for me," he murmurs.

"letting me touch her everywhere."

you shiver when he says it like that.

like you're something precious.

like you're something he wants to treasure and ruin all at once.

he licks his fingers — slow, exaggerated — right where you can see if you peek over your shoulder.

"gonna make it feel good, i promise."

and god, when he circles your rim again, this time slick with spit and the mess he already made of you —

it’s so much better.

hot and dirty and thrilling in a way you weren't ready for.

he presses a little more firmly now, rubbing slow, teasing circles, and the burn is there —

but it's small, manageable, drowned out by the overwhelming heat of it.

"fuck, look at you," he mutters, voice wrecked.

"taking it so good for me."

your cheeks flush.

your hips rock back unconsciously, chasing more.

he grins against your skin, teeth scraping down your spine.

"you like it?"

he asks, cocky but breathless, already knowing the answer.

you whimper into the pillow.

"y-yeah. more, kookie."

he moans low — deep in his chest — like you just wrecked him with two words.

"god, you're so fucking sexy," he growls, and then he's pressing the tip of his finger in —

just barely —

giving you time to breathe, to get used to it.

it’s tight.

a little strange.

but his hand on your waist is steady, grounding, and he’s whispering so much praise it makes your head spin.

"doing so good for me."

"so fucking pretty, baby."

"love you so much."

he moves slow, careful, shallow thrusts until you relax around him —

and when you do, he groans, a full-body shudder running through him.

"fuck," he gasps.

"you’re gonna kill me."

you laugh shakily, feeling powerful and ruined all at once.

his free hand slides between your legs again, two fingers finding your clit with devastating precision —

and suddenly the pleasure spikes, blinding.

"shit, kook —"

you jerk, overwhelmed, grinding back against his hand without thinking.

"that’s it, baby," he pants.

"feel good? you gonna cum for me again?"

you nod frantically, already so close it’s embarrassing.

he curls his finger just slightly inside you — gentle, careful, but there —

and rubs your clit harder, faster, fucking you on both hands now.

the pressure builds so fast it’s almost unbearable.

you sob his name, broken, and he just groans louder, filthy and reverent.

"cum for me, pretty girl," he begs, voice wrecked.

"wanna feel you fall apart."

and fuck — you do.

you cum so hard you nearly black out, body locking up, muscles clenching around him everywhere.

he holds you through it, whispering praise against your skin, stroking you through the aftershocks with steady, loving hands.

when you finally collapse, shaking and ruined and smiling like an idiot into the pillow,

he kisses the back of your neck, your shoulder, your spine —

slow, reverent, worshipful.

"so fucking perfect," he murmurs, easing his hands away with infinite care.

"my perfect girl."

you giggle, loose and drunk on him.

"you’re so obsessed with me," you tease weakly.

he laughs against your skin, biting you playfully.

"damn right i am."

and when he rolls you over and cuddles you close, stroking your hair and peppering kisses all over your face —

you know it’s true.

he’s yours.

completely.

and you wouldn’t want him any other way.

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quietly, always © cigarettesuga

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[kithtaehyung]

seven days (monday) | jjk

title: monday series: seven days: masterlist | prologue pairing: fuckboy!jungkook x reader(f) genre/rating: m (18+) ; angst , fluff ; roommates to lovers au summary: after a long ass day at work, all you wanna do is sleep. but jungkook has made dinner reservations, and this whole bet is off to a rocky start. warnings: a whole lot of sass (jk and reader), hand holding??, yes that is a warning, jk wears a tank, tension, embarrassment, snide comments, kookie is too fine and it HURTS!!, leather, dance king jk, reader bby is stressed as hell TT, roommates to idiots, anxiety, overthinking, kissing (????), general cuteness bc this jk is a loser and i love him :(((, reader is a queen, i wanna fight this jungkook but what's new lol notes: 7days is back on the menu, chatttttt!!! if you've been waiting since forever i wanna see hands up in the audience hahaha notes 2: just a little extra warning here but he’s unbelievably confident in this one yet a big softie and it HURTS😩 drop date: april 28th, 2025, 9:13pm est word count: 11k🗯️🗯️ taglist: sign up here (i check every entry so read the rules!)

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Monday is gnawing on your final straw.

Meetings, reports, decisions—everything has warning signs attached and you’re quite close to heeding them and finding the nearest exit. Literally, figuratively, and expeditiously. 

Fuck. 

That means you might have to job hunt soon. For two jobs to compensate for how much you’re making now.

Why, oh why, did you choose the condo you did? And why did you pick a condo in the first place? Apartments would have been just fine for your needs and you could’ve been saving more for a fallout like this.  

Well. You know the answer to that first question. 

And it’s an answer you don’t regret.

Thinking back to that day, you still remember the way the lobby looked. How plants lined glass walls, how people occupied various mid-century chairs like they were paid background extras in a film. 

More specifically, you remember seeing a vaguely familiar boy barrel through the revolving doors, dark locks whizzing about and paper clutched tight in his tatted hand. 

Ignoring you entirely, he cut the line just as you were about to inquire about a tour—everyone including the concierge pinning him with disgust. 

“Back of the line, Mr. Jeon.” 

“She can wait, just—”

Your memory spun with that even more familiar last name, but you still couldn’t quite place where you knew this asshole from. 

“—and I have it here. Also, why are you calling me th—” 

“The rent is already way past due. We’re listing your unit.”

“Anj.” 

“Mr. Jeon.” 

“You know I have the money.” He sounded so rushed. So desperate. “I just forgot cus my roommate left—” 

“You forgot for three weeks—” 

“I was helping them move that whole time!” 

Sighing, you checked your phone and determined you were gonna give it two more minutes until you trekked to another building. 

But you had heard a mountain of good things about the place, and that particular day was the only free one you had to check it out.

So you waited. Because anything would beat staying in a cramped apartment with someone that clipped their toenails on a weeping living room table.

“Look. I have two months’ rent right here, plus extra.” Hair still frazzled, so-called Mr. Jeon hastily slapped his paper down before sliding it forward. “And I can even live by myself if I need to.” 

“Doesn’t matter if you have the money or not,” Anj explained, voice as snipped as her fresh bangs. “The unit’s already listed in the system.” 

“Since when?” 

A merciless click echoed from her keyboard, and you knew exactly what was coming before she hammered home, 

“Now.” 

“Anjali…” 

You tried so hard to hide your face.

If anything, you scored a jackpot in people watching that day. Observing the interaction, you wondered what the hell this man did to the concierge to get this pathetic but hilariously hostile treatment. 

“Sorry, Mr. Jeon. You can apply for it again,” she offered with a flit of her hand, “If none of these nice, patient people in line take it.” 

Just like that, it was the final, abrupt end of the battle. The defeated dropped his head back in loss before reclaiming his paper with a sad flourish. 

And to this day, you don’t know what compelled you to speak up when you did. But you will always remember the reactions to your curiosity, 

“What does it look like?” 

Both him and Anjali whipped their heads so fast you froze. While the concierge appeared shocked, there was something in that boy’s eyes that strangely matched how you felt. 

Did you look familiar to him, too? 

A ping from your computer kicks you back to the present, and your rapid blinks make you realize you’ve been spacing out at your desk for minutes now. 

But you notice that the alert’s for the end of your shift, and you quickly wrap everything up before heading home. 

Straight back to the very condo you secured to save Mr. Jeon Jungkook’s ass. 

Sleep. 

That’s all you need right now. 

Beautiful, wonderful, ever-evasive sleep. 

But the only thing you get when you unlock the door is a flurry of activity, wave of music, and skittering of paws.

“There you are!” Your roommate yells as your legs are knocked by his furry companion. “Hurry and get ready!” 

When you shout back a droning rejection, Jungkook splashes the hallway with the most disrespectful tank and jeans you’ve ever seen him wear. 

Fuck, he’s flipping on a leather jacket over his shoulders, too? Your purse immediately slips from yours. 

Nope. He needs to stay where he is. There’s no reason for him to keep walking closer but he’s doing it anyway goddamn it you don’t have the brain capacity for this! 

“Didn’t you read my texts?” 

“No,” you readily admit, moving to reach your room before Jungkook can block your path. 

Too late. 

Damn, his cologne is fantastic.

It almost distracts you from the way he casually leans on your door. And the way his voice drops a whole octave when he reveals, 

“I’m taking you to dinner, remember?”

The butterfly on your heart is shooed away. “Where?”

“Not telling.”

“Seriousl—”

“But we gotta leave soon.” 

Your bed is so close. And yet so, so far. 

But damn, whatever Jungkook’s wearing proves way too enticing. You almost fold on its grip alone. Is this a new scent? Is he trying something different? 

Nope, focus. You want—need—sleep. 

With a sliver of hope, you reach for an out, “Does it have to be tonight? I just wanna be in bed.” 

“I’m not opposed to that.”

“Jeon.”

Wait. Is that the first time Jungkook’s said something like that to you? Sure, you’ve both been suggestive with each other before, but that? That felt… 

“I’m kidding!” He laughs, though his eyes are revealing truer angles. To your relief, though, the saucy reaction is short lived, giving way to a regular yet pitied tone,

“The next open slot is in two months.” 

What the hell? Where the fuck are you going? “You mean I got five minutes to prep for some fancy place I can’t know the name of?” 

“Uhh, no.” When Jungkook backtracks down the hall, his steps are as fast as his corrections, “You have two. And you don’t have to dress nice!” 

“But you—!”

The speed demon is back in his room before you can hound him. 

Muttering to no one, you agree with his last statement, “Good, cus I will not.” 

Well. You know two things. 

One: there’s no way this man is lasting ten days at this rate, much less seven.

And two: there’s absolutely no way you’re dressing up for whatever this is. Too much chaos went down at work for you to care about a fake dinner date with Jungkook. 

You’re going for the food the food the food. Nutrients, sustenance, anything that satisfies the tiger that you are not paying a pet deposit for. 

This better be worth the exhaustion. 

Pushing your door open, you immediately take big strides towards your awaiting closet, already knowing exactly what you’re gonna wear.  

Reservations two months out? As if.

How nice can this place really be?

Fucking opulent, apparently. 

This is where Jungkook meant when he said there was a place he wanted to try? The most expensive, lavish, influencer-riddled establishment in the city? 

When you recognize the damn near estate you’re pulling up to, you regret not caring about appearances and start sweating in your joggers. 

This whole bet is a prank! 

Because your roommate most definitely saw you for a whole minute before you both rushed out of the condo. How could you not remember? He eyed you as soon as you re-entered the hall to join him, and the back of your neck still has leftover chills from his steady staring. 

That whole time he saw what you were wearing and he didn’t say shit? “Kook, what the fuck?” 

“What?” 

“This is the place you wanted to try?” 

As Jungkook rolls up to the valet line, you get an annoying display of long fingers on his steering wheel. 

So you look out the dark window instead. 

“Nah, I just wanted to take you here. There’s a dessert place I wanna try after,” he explains with a smirk, little pieces of your sanity littering his passenger seat. “Don’t worry, I’m paying.” 

Though you’re thankful he’s footing the bill—because you did not budget for shelling out a whole check tonight—you still sputter while taking in all the beautiful, pressed outfits walking inside. “It’s—I would’ve—Fuck, why didn’t you tell me I’m underdressed?” 

They may not even let you in with what you’re wearing.

“Relax, roomie,” Jungkook pips, which stresses you the hell out. “I’m not dressed up either but they know me. We’re good.” 

Lies. He is a liar and the heat behind your eyes will set his pants ablaze. “They know you.” 

“Uh huh.”

When it’s your car’s turn, crisp uniforms rush around as you brace for utter shame. Not even the new car smell that still lingers in Jungkook’s car can keep you calm. 

Thank everything holy that you fixed yourself above neck. That one split second decision saves you a sliver of embarrassment. 

But you’re still in fucking sweatpants and sneakers. And a humongous hoodie. 

God. 

There’s no way this isn’t a set up.

No matter what, you’re holding yourself in high regard tonight. And that starts with greeting the valet with a bright smile as he opens your door, “Thank you so much.” 

“You’re very welcome, Ms. Jeon.” 

Miss what. 

Your manufactured grin has some defects as you nod, gripping your bag as you exit the vehicle. When you turn, you see your current annoyance chatting it up with the other valet, wind pushing your sweater into your increasingly sweaty back.  

Huh. They do look chummy.

Was Jungkook actually being serious?

“Have a good night, Mr. Jeon!” 

“Thanks, Dio! Take good care of her, yeah?” 

“As always.” 

Between witnessing the valet talking to your roommate as if they were friends, and having said roommate’s last name thrust upon your person, you can only stare. 

This is so weird. 

But you click back into focus as Jungkook moves to join you, channeling all the energy you usually harness for professional outings and executive dinners. 

Because even though you don a calm expression, you waste no time clutching his offered arm extra tight. Contempt buries itself in your low comment, “You’ve got some nerve, Kook.” 

“Thanks!” 

“Not a compliment.” 

“Ouch.” 

As you stroll through the grand entrance, you flare with conflicting feelings when he softly pulls you close. Subtle hints of luxury wisp into your nose, which compete with the warm feeling of his body feeling so solid against yours. 

Heavens above.  

Unbothered, he whispers back, “You’ll thank me after we eat.” 

“I look like shit.” 

“You’re perfect tonight, Ms. Jeon.” 

Nope. No, no, no, you will not acknowledge the fluttering in your stomach. Absolutely not. 

“Don’t call me that,” you seethe, smiling at the waiter before you’re led to your table. 

And despite the stares you’re drawing, there’s something else that’s distracting you even more. Something that has your brain swiftly forgetting everything you’ve been fussing about. 

Jungkook has lowered your arms so that he could lead. 

By holding your hand. 

His fingers feel so large around yours, his palm a strange but soothing mix of smooth and comfortable heat. Immediately, you feel a little more relaxed, which is strange considering you should be the exact opposite right now.

And as he guides you to sit in a chair that’s been pulled out for you, all you can do is follow in silence. 

Because your fingers had fit so… 

“Looks like they let anyone in here these days.”

Both your ears perk up before your fingers curl hard and fast. 

Did you really just hear that? Did they really have to say something when you’re in a shit mood? Because they’re the next table over and therefore within launching distance so now you have to do something about it— 

“Well, yeah,” Jungkook pounces before you do, snagging your look of confusion and signaling for you to follow along. When he rests leather forearms on tablecloth, he pins the couple with a cheeky smile. “That’d be pretty shitty if they didn’t let you two in, right?” 

Okay. Staring at long, tatted fingers flexing before tightening into a fist, you have to admit: anyone defending your pride is hot as fuck. 

And Jungkook being the one to do it? 

All thoughts you’re thinking have no place at the table.

The man laughs as he gets up. “Sure,” he scoffs. “Enjoy the meal, kids. Filet’s the house favorite.” 

“You sure?”

All eyes snap to your roommate. 

Scratching the bottom of his jaw, Jungkook looks into the air, scrunching his brows ever so slightly in mock-thought. “Pretty sure it’s the tomahawk, but. Maybe it changed since last week—Eddie!”

Your eyes follow his stare behind you to see a staff member waving before heading over. 

When he gets closer, you realize your roommate called over not a waiter… But a manager? On a first name basis?

Well, shit.

Your tongue pokes your cheek in high amusement. This couple next to you is lucky they just paid their bill or else they’d have to endure a whole meal of Jungkook sass. The man’s partner already looks like they’re gonna raise hell when they get in the car.

“Hello, Mr. Jeon! Always good to see you.” 

Inwardly—and maybe also outwardly—you’re holding in your grin as they vacate before your super petty date can even get the clarification out,

“Same! House favorite is the filet now?”

“Ah, no. It’s still the tomahawk, but the ribeye’s also very popular.”

Jungkook calls out to the retreating couple instead of the guy in front of him, cupped hand bracing his cheekiness, “Thanks, Eddie! Good to know!”

When he shifts back in his seat, he watches Eddie check behind him before raising a brow. “Did they give you any trouble?”

“Nah.” Jungkook smiles at you before settling into his chair. “We got it.” 

You can only blink, conflicting feelings warring in your stomach and making it spin. If you wanted to smile, it’s certainly coming out strained because that guy’s rude comment did catch you off guard.

To be fair, you are dressed up the most casual out of all the people here. But maybe your confidence is also weakened from the whole day, causing anything else to get a punch in. On top of the fact that you would never come here on your own unless you struck gold. 

But that does beg another question. 

Why does Jungkook look so at home this easily? His outfit is casual, too—leather jacket floating in a sea of suits and ties, for goodness sake. How does he do it? Has he actually been here that often?

Maybe it’s the way he carries an aura you have to fight to conjure on your best days. 

“Will the lady be having the usual tonight, Mr. Jeon?” 

Ah. Scratch that.

It’s because you’re the hundredth woman he’s taken here. And somehow all of you have been provided the same meal. 

Just like that, the haze around your brain vaporizes, leaving you glaring at wide eyes. 

So much for protecting your pride!

“Ah, umm,” Jungkook stutters, ears alight with embarrassment. “Not this time—I mean, no.” 

Mm. At least you’re relishing the way he’s tripping over himself.

“Apologies,” Eddie rescinds, looking just as alarmed. Good. “Here’s our menu for tonight, and we have a few specials that you can view on the first page.”

“Thank you,” you answer for your roommate, and you feel avenged when he visibly knows he fucked up. Feeling cheeky, you fire off, “What is the usual for us Ms. Jeon’s, if I may ask?” 

Both men freeze and seek each other before you get your stiff answer, “Ah, umm. Yes, our wedge salad, plain with house-made dressing on the side.” 

“Great.” 

As soon as you open your menu with finality, you can sense the tension radiating from your audience, inwardly proud of speaking out. 

Because this whole bet, or prank, or whatever it is? It is not gonna go the way Jungkook thinks it will. 

Even though a wedge salad with some accoutrements does sound pretty good. But who are you to back down now. 

When Eddie moves away—or scurries, rather—you shoot lasers of disappointment over your dimly lit menu. 

Which Jungkook very intentionally ignores.

But he’s not getting away that easily. If he’s gonna rope you into this mess, you’re gonna fight back. 

“Charming start,” you mutter.

“Sorry.”

Looking up in earnest, you notice something odd about your fake date.

He looks… Genuinely upset. Borderline disturbed.

Well. It’s his fault in the end. 

But is that really the expression of someone pranking their roommate? If it is, he could even pursue acting if his social media accounts don’t pop off. 

Focus. Actually read the words on the menu instead of staring. What are you hungry for? Everything here looks and sounds amazing so it’s gonna be hard to choose…

Your eyes slide over your hardy pamphlet one more time. 

And as Jungkook keeps watching the candle flick between you, something else stirs in your chest. 

Acting or not, he’s quiet as fuck. Which is making you more uncomfortable than anything else because he just lit up confronting that couple for you. 

A resigned sigh escapes your lips. “It’s okay.” 

He lifts his gaze.

“But at this rate, you’re definitely losing this whole thing.”

His laugh doesn’t have his whole heart inside. “I just… I’m sorry. That wasn’t… Wasn’t cool.”

“We’re good,” you assure, your softer side clutching the reins for a moment. “I can play wifey if you’re paying, yeah?”

At this, Jungkook seems to lighten up a tad, though you catch a hint of what you’ll later realize is shyness. “Yeah,” he confirms with a slow drawl. “Get whatever you want, Ms. Jeon.”

“How considerate.” 

“Anything for my date.” 

Your brows pinch for a moment, and you quickly remind yourself of what just happened with the manager. “Rip. I’m definitely getting more than a salad.” 

“I know,” Jungkook replies, palming his menu with a smirk on his lips. “Between the two of us we’re gonna blow my whole stack.” 

“We’re getting apps?”

“And sides.” 

“Wine?” 

“Fuck yeah.” 

“Hell yeah, bro.” Your mouth betrays you when it stretches sideways. But you can’t help it because this is where you’re comfortable. You’re not in an expensive restaurant on a date, you’re just having dinner with your roommate. 

Your very attractive, super sauve, completely senseless roommate.

Pulling at your hoodie, you let your amusement loose as your shoulders finally relax, “Good thing I wore this then, huh?” 

When Jungkook knowingly smiles with lips pressed, you feel like the only one in the room. 

And maybe like you got the whole prank thing all wrong. 

Damn. 

Everything you’ve eaten so far has you transcended into a higher plane. 

Truthfully, you can’t even recall a better meal than this, and the way Jungkook looks while he digs into his ribeye is how you feel inside. Satiated, content, and upset at how good the food tastes. 

But it’s not just the meal that warms your belly. The small bits of talking and joking you’ve been having with him have helped you forget the multiple vibrations you feel in your purse. And the wine has certainly helped relax some tightly-wound muscles. 

“Om mah guh,” you groan, this swallow as good as the last. “Can I live here instead?” 

Your roommate laughs with a mouthful of food. “Mmhmm.” 

“Good.” You reach for a sip of your drink, noticing that you’re both making good headway on all the plates. Taking a much needed break, you slump back in your increasingly comfortable chair before gazing at chandeliers. “Cus I think I just ate my month’s rent.” 

“You aren’t even paying!”

“Oh, yeah.” You beam at shining bulbs. “Sucks for you.”

Jungkook’s laugh could be recognized miles away, you muse.

But good god.

Haughty establishment be damned. Even if one of these light fixtures crash onto a table, you’re still gonna be rubbing your grateful stomach and sporting a drool line.

Another quick puff of amusement shoots across the table, but you don’t get a response because a lighter voice floats above you instead, 

“Hey, baby.” 

Huh? 

Brows furrowed, you leer down your nose before straightening, wondering who the heck is oh shit this woman is gorgeous. And tall. 

Which makes Jungkook’s offhanded greeting so comical. “Sup!” 

The girl seems unfazed, manicured nails caressing his shoulder. “You were supposed to call me tonight.” 

Ouch. Did he double-book your date on a booty call with a goddess? 

A mere wallflower, you silently pull out your phone as Jungkook reluctantly looks upward—and you know in your heart it’s because the bite on his fork was meticulously made. “Oh. Did I say that?” 

“You said so last week.” 

Yikes. 

“I say a lot of things.” 

Double yikes. 

Your lips smush into a line of pity when you see a pair of eyes roll. Emotions seem to blend together in your ribcage now, but you really should care less. This isn’t a real date. 

Regardless of how you feel, this lady could grace the cover of a magazine if she hasn’t already. Why hasn’t Jungkook abandoned your table to follow her out the door? 

“Whatever, I guess. Have fun with your…” Sudden judgment makes you blink. “Friend.” 

Triple yikes. 

Good riddance! Forget anything you were thinking in her defense. She doesn’t deserve him with that sour attitude, and you’re completely saying this as his roommate. And friend. Duh.

You’re about to unleash some choice words before Jungkook simply smiles. “She’s my date,” he proclaims while looking right at… you? “And I will.”

Well.

That gesture was a little shocking.

But it could be staged. Is this girl just acting? Just another part of this bet? 

Nah. There’s no way he would go through this elaborate of a prank just to mess with you. Right?

Right?

Jungkook finally takes that huge bite of his concoction as the woman hums and struts off, and you can’t help but blink at him. Once. Twice. Two more for good measure. 

When he notices your bewilderment, a word is blocked by chewed protein, “What?” 

“She was hot.” 

“And?” 

Something akin to pure disbelief shoots out of your nose. “You’re gonna pass that one up?”

As expected, you have to wait a second as he finally swallows. But you’re willing to do that because if he talks with a full mouth one more time you’re gonna—

“Why wouldn’t I? I’m with you.” 

Gonna… You’re gonna…

What were you complaining about again? 

Jungkook has to be kidding. He has to. For goodness sake, you’re a bloated mess in sweats and there are tons of tens walking around. 

You’ve picked up on the stares. More than one person has given your roommate glimpses and double-takes. You’ve just ignored them because you were famished, tired, and knowing you won’t be doing this little stunt forever. 

But after seeing how adamant Jungkook has been, you at least admire his commitment. The efforts shown tonight have been quite endearing. 

Maybe you can start treating this like an actual date, too.

Leaning forward, you rest casual elbows on the table, shielding your chin with clasped palms. “If you’re serious… what do you usually talk about on these things.” 

You ask this to show that you’ll try. An olive branch extending above herbs and coagulating butter meant to assure him. 

So why does Jungkook look thrown off to hell? “On dates? Uhh…” 

Great. You concede to paying more attention just to fall for his styled hair. And of course it looks even better when he rakes through his locks! Does he really have to do that? Damn it, damn it, damn it. 

“They usually do most of the talking.” 

“Bullshit.” 

“It’s true!” 

If that’s true, you kinda feel bad. Aren’t dates supposed to be how you get to know one another? Both people should be talking and finding similarities to build connections. Or at least to keep things interesting. 

“Well,” you scoff, “What do you wanna talk about?” 

“Oh. Hmm.” 

Silence remains your only response for a heavy set of seconds. And you relax your hands with each passing tick, your heart kinda sinking alongside their descent. 

Jungkook almost looks… unsure. Lost. 

This wasn’t your goal in the slightest. And now you feel a little bad for asking, even if it was just a genuine question. 

A slight furrow in your brows stems from the tiny pang in your chest. Something inside of you wants to reach over and grab that nervous hand tapping his silverware, but you can’t move. It doesn’t feel like the time. 

You don’t wanna do this to yourself again, either. 

But after some clinks and chatter around your table, your date pulls out a topic,

“There’s a new d—”

Loud buzzing makes both of you jump, eyes slinging to the phone lighting up on your side of the table. 

Shit, you forgot to put it back in your bag.

Swiping it quick, you stare at the screen before wincing, because you finally got somewhere with substance. 

But these calls won’t stop. They’re not gonna stop until you answer them. 

“Hold that thought, okay?” You ask with sorry eyes. “I need to take this.”

“Yeah, it’s fine,” Jungkook responds quick. But his face gives a lot more away than he intends. “I’ll, uhh. Be here.”

You nod in return, not quite telling him what you want to say. 

But wading through stares with your phone against your ear shifts your mood entirely. 

And maybe one day, you’ll admit to your roommate that you wanted nothing more than to keep talking to him instead. 

That was a mistake. 

You really shouldn’t have taken that call. 

Using a warm towel to fix what you can of your face, you stare at determined eyes before steeling resolve. Get back out there and back to Jungkook. This whole thing took you way too long. 

God, that was a huge mistake. 

Shuffling back into your chair, you notice that a lot of the plates have been bussed and your napkin replaced with a new one. 

“Fuck,” you whisper. “How long was I gone?” 

“Who was that?”

His sudden question makes you pause on the way down, but you sit anyway. He doesn’t need to know. “Oh, it’s…” Waving your hand, you shoo any doubts he has in those starry eyes. “Whatever. I’m back now. What were we taking about?”

“Who called you.”

“No one, Kook.”

“Are you sure cus you—”

“Stop,” you cut him off, looking away before he can pin you down with one confused stare. “I just.. It’s no one, okay?”

Jungkook hesitates, but he answers, “If you say so.”

Your stare is long. 

Because he looks ready to fight. 

Or ready to just leave and find someone else to continue the date with, you don’t know for sure. Do you have a bias on which one it’d rather be? Yeah. But you’re so thrown off by that stupid ass call. 

Sighing, you fiddle with the posh tablecloth before clearing your throat. “So.. What were you gonna tell me?”

More hesitation from across the table. But you expect it, so it hurts less. “There’s a new dance I wanna learn.”

Oh? 

Immediately, your shoulders relax a tad. You didn’t think he’d talk about one of his hobbies. Truthfully, you assumed Jungkook would mention something about his car or gloat about only working when he wants to. 

This is a welcoming twist. And one you can somewhat follow since you know about his steadily growing account and dance skill. “Which one? Show me.” 

“Yeah?” Sparkling, your roommate takes out his phone, swiping away notifications—a lot of notifications—before thumbing through. “Hold on, lemme find one.” 

You look around, seeing that some people here are elders and anticipating their disgust when Jungkook inevitably plays the video out loud. 

“Here.” 

Doing exactly what you thought, he shows a dance to a popular song that you’ve heard before. Is this why you’re hearing it everywhere? Whatever it is, it looks more complicated than the ones he’s posted before. 

But knowing he picks stuff up quick, you figure he’ll have it down by tomorrow. So the only logical step is to tease him and test his memory, “Bet you can’t learn it by the time we finish.” 

“Our date?” 

“Our food.” 

Jungkook gawks. “But we’re almost done!” 

“So? You can do it.” 

“What do I get?” 

“I’ll pay for dessert.” 

“Done. Have fun paying, I’m getting everything.” 

When he watches the video, you press a hand over his phone just as he tries to block the swipe. And you fight hard to not react to his fingers covering yours. “No cheating.” 

“What!” 

Sliding your hand away, your voice gets more stern to hide your heartbeats. “Gotta make it hard somehow.”

His cheeky eyebrow tick snatches your breath before he goads, “I’m listening...” 

He’s listening? What did you… Oh. He’s a problem. Blowing off his innuendo, you roll your eyes. “Whatever, you get what I mean.”

More notifs slide onto his phone, and you hum while Jungkook swipes them away in groups. “Fine. But you’re gonna record me and watch me win.” 

“Done.” 

During the rest of the meal—which prolongs from both of you still ordering—you can tell he’s committed, his body subtly doing the moves as he mouths the lyrics. “You’re trying the dance, huh.” 

“Shh.” 

The night goes on, and the restaurant fills closer and closer to the brim. It’s after the ninety minute mark that you notice just how many people know your roommate. At least, people in a place like this. 

Girls keep coming to visit. But not all of them are hostile or rude—most of them are actually really sweet. Some people invite him to places, others remind him to be somewhere. One very handsome guy even asks if he’s going to some pre-release party tomorrow. 

“That’s tomorrow?” 

“Yeah, dude. Open the group chat once in awhile.”

After Jungkook laughs and jokes along with the guy a little more, he watches him say bye to you before leaving with his own date. 

You’re left amazed, eyeing him signing the bill you know is massive. “Damn.. how many people do you know in this town?” 

“Uhhh…” He scratches his neck. “Don’t be surprised if this keeps happening.”

“Super.” 

And he dons that same uneasy look in his eyes.

You come to the conclusion that you don’t enjoy it. 

When another group of people approach the table, Jungkook subtly changes up the way he converses. Instead of just talking to them, he fully introduces you and even mentions what you do for a living. 

And this little change causes a beat inside your chest. 

As you’re about to answer one of their questions, your phone buzzes again. And it’s yet another thing that you have to pick up. 

Fucking hell, why is all of this happening tonight? 

So caught up in inner turmoil, you don’t realize how everyone’s looking at you as you hastily stand. And when you quickly apologize and excuse yourself, you hate how you catch Jungkook’s eyes right before leaving. 

This time? He looks downright upset. 

Shit, you can’t handle all of this right now. You know you’re definitely gonna be talked about as soon as you’re out of earshot but it’s too late to recover. 

So you rush away yet again.

That call doesn’t take long, but it’s still just as terrible to go through. Now you’re really just ready to cut the night short. 

“Who keeps calling you? You okay?”

“No one you know,” you sigh, a bit shocked that Jungkook even asked that second question. “But don’t worry about it. Let’s go home.”

“Home? Not dessert?”

You eye him again.

Damn it. He looks like a puppy that is determined to be adopted, and you know you can’t shake that image from your mind the rest of the night. 

Because yes. You do want to go home. You want to go home, shower, and dive into bed because no, you are not okay.

But after double checking your maps, you make a decision. For your self-proclaimed date and for yourself. 

“There’s a parking garage nearby,” you surrender as you stand. “Go park at the top.” 

The night sky looks a lot different from this height. Which doesn’t say too much because of all the city lights, but at least you have less obstruction to that vast dark ocean. 

As prominent stars shine above, you lose any previous thoughts, palms curled and resting against the warm top of Jungkook’s car. 

If only you could swim across those mingling blues. Weightless. No stressors or toxins entering your life, only flowing out and dissipating amongst planets and moons. A stellar massage; an out of this world escape. 

“Why are we up here?”

Your sigh is slow on the release. “To see if you earned dessert or not.”

When you look his way, Jungkook’s eyes twinkle brighter than stars, which is all you needed to validate your impromptu decision to come. 

Another olive branch. 

But your roommate slowly rounding his car makes your thoughts slip off the damn track. The rooftop lights contour his features just right, and when he leans right next to your arm, your ability to steer back in your lane vanishes. 

“Didn’t think you were this invested,” he hums.

To which you slowly cut back, “I kinda just wanna see you lose.”

Jungkook’s teeth bite a corner of amused lips in response, and it’s the most tempting he’s looked the entire night. Fuck you need to look away he cannot do that ever again.

“Record me then.”

Why the fuck did his voice get so low!

Turning back, you slide your hands off the car—certainly not because they’re shaking. “Gimme your phone.” 

The proximity has been getting to you. But Jungkook’s sudden hesitation breaks whatever spell he just casted. 

Makes sense. He was very quick to swipe away any notifications that you may have seen. Privacy or whatever he’s afraid of, you’re gonna stay wary of what could be in that thing. 

But to your utter shock, Jungkook has his whole screen in view while he swipes into quick settings to turn on Do Not Disturb. And he hands it over while his words come out small, 

“All yours.”

Static flits in the air as you slowly take it, watching him observe your expression and realizing he’s giving up a lot with this one gesture. 

And you don’t know what possesses you to do this, but you pocket his phone in your hoodie pouch before taking your own device out to silence, as well.

Although worried, you sacrifice this tiny moment of time to give him the same courtesy. It’s only gonna take him two tries maximum, right? You won’t miss anything in those sixty seconds. This is just an equivalent exchange. 

“And yours,” you murmur, handing him your phone to keep, too.  

It shouldn’t mean much. Honestly, it shouldn’t mean anything. 

But the way Jungkook looks at you? I feels like no one else exists anymore. Your universe has shrunken to two, and the way one of you is inching forward it feels like you’re about to be k—

“You shouldn’t have done that,” is all the warning you get before Jungkook speeds off.

Speeds off? What the actual fuck!

“Are you fucking serious!” you call out as you chase him across empty parking spaces, watching his hair bounce with his swooping laughs as he’s… raising your phone above his head? “Jungkook, I swear to god—”

His laughter continues as he keeps running, and you quickly run out of breath but you push forward because what the fuck is he doing with your phone? Is he checking every notification you didn’t swipe away or checking your call history or—

A whoosh of breath flies out as you run right into his laughs, and you’re grabbing at his jacket and yelling until you notice that he’s…

Recording? 

Jungkook was just filming himself running away?

“Ah, you’re faster than I thought,” he grins to your camera. “Thought you’d be a turtle.” 

“Kook!”

“Come here, turtle,” he says before wrapping a quick arm around you. Asking right to the camera, he continues, “Where’d you learn to be so fast?”

You outright frown at the lens. “I am not a turtle.”

Jungkook bursts into laughter again. “Ah, what are you then,” he asks again, watching himself on your screen while you perpetually pout. “A sloth? A snail?”

“Annoyed.”

“That’s not an animal!”

“Give me my phone!” You spring into action, leaping for your device as he stretches away while laughing even harder. Your body fully smushes into his in your pursuit, and while your arms are sailing through the air your heart is leaping into the clouds. 

It’s always been obvious your roommate is rock solid but holy fuck. 

Don’t give up now. You’re grabbing his leather sleeves and he’s chortling all throughout your struggle. But you think you can get it if you just— 

“Wait, wait!” Jungkook stumbles from your full weight jumping forward, and he attempts to stay upright but suddenly you’re rushing towards the ground in a full fall oh shit! “Fuck—!”

You fully expect pain shooting through your hands, or your hips, or your elbow, brain rushing through ideas on how to fall properly—

But all you feel is the plush yet solid force of Jungkook’s front, held together in a leather layer as you both shoot out groans on impact. And all you can get out is a tiny, 

“Ow.” 

“You okay?” 

A lot of things are competing for your realization. Like the way Jungkook is between your body and concrete, and the way he’s the one looking at you in concern. 

Not to mention the hand fully pressing you against his front. 

Oh no no no, you’re getting flushed just thinking about how he feels. Or how he saved you from any injury. You can already imagine how it’s gonna sound in the video playback when you squeak, but you’re so embarrassed that you just want it over with. “Why’d you do that?”

“Me? You’re the one that jumped me!” 

“You could’ve just given me my phone.” 

“That’s too easy.” 

Shit, you need to get up. His eyes are shimmering and he looks way too happy for a guy that just broke your entire fall. When you try to push off, you’re quickly held a little bit tighter. 

And your brain skids to a halt as you look at his cocked brow. 

“Say sorry first.” 

“Excuse me?” 

“You heard me,” he quips. “Say sorry and I let you go.” 

Ah. If only it was always that easy. 

Pursing your lips, you glare. “I’m sorry for giving you my—Kook!”

He laughs at your miserable attempt to escape his tickling, correcting you in sing-song as you squirm. “You gotta mean it, babe.” 

Immediately, you stop. “Don’t call me that.” 

“Why not?” 

You don’t really have an answer. But giving guys a general look of annoyance is usually enough to convince them. So you pull out your last hope. 

“Okay, okay,” he concedes, reluctantly peeling his fingers off your side and letting you stand. “I won’t say it for now.” 

Once you get off of him, you feel a little strange. The same feeling from your handholding earlier comes back in full force, but you do your best to shove it away. 

You don’t need that right now. This is just an experiment, so not even lying on top of your roommate can get to you. 

While dusting yourself, you miss the chance to give Jungkook a hand. So you’re silent as he shows you your phone—the video stopped and your screen black. “That okay?”

“Mmhmm…”

“Sorry,” he apologizes, though you don’t know what for. “We can record now.”

You huff as he unlocks your device with your face, and you debate pouncing again before he reassures, 

“Just pulling up the song. Damn, your screens are organized!”

You don’t acknowledge his compliment but watch him pull up the right app. And you let him play the song on loop in his pocket before relaxing. 

“Okay, you can start. I’ll tell you when to stop.”

“K.”

Through his screen, you watch Jungkook slowly jog into frame until he’s a good distance away. Already knows exactly how far to be, you muse, wondering just how often he really does these videos. 

And he preps because he knows the challenge part is coming, so you steady your hand and watch in amazement as he really does know all the moves. 

But you’re feeling a little cheeky. And a little in the mood for revenge. 

So you wait until he’s fully done with the dance to tell him you weren’t recording, which makes him groan, 

“Really!”

“Looks like you gotta do it all again,” you shrug with mock-pity. 

So he plays the song from your phone again while you wait, and once again, Jungkook is a skilled… dancer… 

A message banner from a name you vaguely recognize slides onto his screen, which throws you off because you literally saw him put it on DND. 

Wait. If Jungkook still gets her messages in this mode, then…

You realize what that could mean, and it kinda throws you off because you feel like you intruded on something you didn’t mean to. 

Damn. 

“How’d that one look!”

Shit! You were so thrown you didn’t even watch him! “Uhh.. Do it again,” you tell him, trying hard to hide the hitch in your voice. “You can do better.”

“Well, damn!” This guy’s smile really isn’t fair, even from far away. “At least you’re honest.”

Yeah. Right. 

When Jungkook does it again, no notifications show up and you watch him diligently this time. 

It’s perfect. Exactly how you thought it’d be. 

“That one was the best one,” he chirps, jogging over to take his phone and have you both watch it again. Looking at you with a lopsided curve, he boasts, “I win.”

“Fine, fine,” you admit with a fake grin. “Maybe I’m the one that wanted dessert this whole time.” 

He laughs. “Do it with me.” 

Do what? The dance? Absolutely not. “Me? Hell no.” 

“Why not!” 

“I would look like a fool! No.” 

A hand juts out to pull you just as you try to scurry away. “Nah, come on! I’ll show you, come here.” 

Ugh. You hate how he’s truly just vibing, taking you along for the ride. 

But in a last show of grace, you allow yourself to give in. Focusing on anything else besides those phone calls—and that notification—could be good anyway. 

So you stand next to your awaiting date, nodding for him to get on with it and teach. 

Grinning, Jungkook shows you simple moves and you somewhat get them. Something with your feet here, another move with your arms there. It’s a bit shaky at first and you have to keep watching him dance, but you have to admit you’re doing better than expected. 

But there’s a move with your hips that you can’t quite get, and you feel stiff as hell. Honestly, you’re not even mad at your dance partner for laughing because you know you look silly. “Give me a break,” you shout with a laugh, to which he chuckles harder. “You know this one is hard.” 

So, in very Jungkook fashion, your roommate comes over to steady his hands on your hips. “Here,” he says in a whisper, “I got you.”  

And you scoff out a laugh. “Oh. I see.” 

In full teacher mode, he asks in shock, “Wait, you got it already?” 

“No, like”—you shake your head—“I see why you did this.” 

Jungkook pauses before chuckling, smug whispers flowing into your ear, “Is it working?” 

Huh. Just like his boldness from before, you’re liking this side of him. The one that’s just going for it, whatever the challenge may be. 

Turning slightly, you catch his features in your peripheral. “What if it wasn’t?” 

Slowly, Jungkook’s grip gets a little tighter as he leans in, one of his hands sliding up just enough for his thumb to slip under your hoodie. When he asks again, his tone lowers an octave, one you haven’t ever heard this close, “This better?” 

The text, the text, the text. 

You breathe hard, swallowing before stepping far out of his embrace and sputtering, “I think I got it! No practice needed.” 

He switches demeanor immediately. “Oh? So we can record now?” 

“What.”

Jungkook half runs to the nearest concrete railing to prop his phone, grappling your wrist before you can scurry out of frame. “Just try it! Play the song on your phone.” 

God. You were only gonna learn the dance, not be recorded! This is way too much embarrassment for the night. 

As the video records, you’re so adamantly against it that you stand in full grump mode, your dance partner only stopping when he sees you not doing it.

You kinda enjoy his pout. “Hey!”

“I can’t!” 

Again with those eyes. No wonder this man gets whatever the fuck he wants whenever someone comes over. “Just once.” 

Your arms cross you like a shield. “If it’s horrible, you’re deleting it.” 

“Fine.”

You give him another look, but he’s not budging. At all. 

So you slump in defeat and prep for the worst. 

The video records again, and you move through the steps, knowing your memory helps you even though your muscles can’t quite do everything accurately. Honestly, you’re a bit proud you can get through the dance wait why are you dancing solo!

Freezing, you turn to Jungkook watching you with a dropped jaw. “What now?” 

Excited eyes crease as he points to your feet. “You did the moves!” 

“Wasn’t I supposed to?” 

“Yeah, but”—his amusement peppers the night with color—“I didn’t expect that.” 

“You told me to!” 

He laughs again before running excitedly to his phone, and you are so confused. But you feel a little accomplished that you surprised him, and he then tells you to record him one more time. “I can’t lose to you.” 

And when you watch him finish the dance, you lock eyes with him over his phone. 

That was the best he’s ever danced for a video and you both know it. 

When he proudly holds his device on the way back to the car, you quietly smile as he decrees, “I’m posting this tomorrow.” 

“Why not now?” 

“Wanna edit first.” 

You give the sky one more look. “Oh. I thought time mattered or something.” 

“Huh? I don’t care about the time. I just post whenever.” 

“Sounds right.” 

At least the time you’ve been spending on the parking garage is nice. Looks like the change in location has been a nice distraction from—

Great. Another fucking call. 

Both of you glance down at your phone, and you quickly bring it up to your ear to hide the caller ID, wincing at his forlorn look before you motion your exit. 

“Do you really have to—”

When the caller starts to talk, you make one stride before your elbow is softly grabbed. 

And when you give Jungkook a desperate shake of your head, he pinches his brows before letting you go. 

God, your roommate looks so lost in his car. 

The breeze stings as you walk back, and your heart tugs a little when Jungkook starts driving over as soon as he sees you’re done. 

Just get through this last part of the night. One more stop and then you can both end this pitiful charade of a date. 

You’re about to reach for your door when Jungkook pops out of his side. “I got it.” 

Oh. That’s nice of him. “You don’t have to—”

“Am I keeping you from something?” 

Stilling, you watch as he stops at your side, car exhaust hitting your nose as his car runs. “No, no, it’s…” 

Jungkook watches you peter off, his face falling hard enough to make you regretful. When he looks at the ground, your chest caves. “We can just go home.” 

“What? No. You won the bet, I don’t need pity.” You know it’s sour but you’re stressed and losing this one good thing will make it a thousand times worse. “Sorry.” 

“We don’t have to go.” 

“Dude, it’s fine.” 

“I don’t want it anymore.” 

Well. Shit. 

Way to be the first person in the universe to ruin a good time with Jeon Jungkook. A good night, no less. What’s the prize? Feeling like absolute garbage. 

This guy took you to the nicest place in town, defended you against stuck-up assholes, and even broke your fall on concrete. What the fuck have you been doing the whole night? Those olive branches don’t mean shit if you’re gonna take them away, too. 

Sighing, you muster the courage to put on a brave front. Offering one last, genuine invitation, you compromise, “Then let’s do the dance one more time.” 

“It’s okay.” 

Fuck, that hurts like hell, but don’t give up. Stop being a total asshole. 

Gathering even more courage, you reach out to lift his beautiful chin. “Look at me.” When he does in silence, you finally apologize, “I’m sorry, okay? I should’ve told you these calls might happen but I didn’t even.. I didn’t even think about it.” 

“They’re making you miserable,” he accurately summarizes. “And you won’t tell me who's doing this to you.” 

Soul breaking, you stare at the ground. “I’ll tell you if I really need to, Kook, but.. Not right now.” 

“Why?” 

Many, many reasons. But you’ll spare him the time and misery when you swipe at nothing on his jacket. “Because I can handle them on my own for now.” 

There’s a beat of silence followed by another. But it’s not as awkward as they had been throughout the night. This one feels much lighter, like your apology lifted the brick of stress pushing down on you until now. 

Is that because Jungkook’s now offering to help you carry it? “I’m here, you know,” he starts, his turn to hold your chin. “Even if we aren’t dating, I got you. Okay?” 

Smiling the tiniest you can manage, you wait until his hand is back at his side. “Are you gonna tell me that’s what roommates are for?” 

When Jungkook starts to grin, you let yours spread a little wider. “Something like that.” 

Okay. You can do this. 

He’s just your roommate and this is just a date. You’ve been letting life beat your ass the whole time you could’ve been leaning into this whole thing, and that sucks. 

But even though you can’t change the past, you can change what happens now. 

So you let yourself laugh when he does, and you give him one more chance to embarrass you. “Are we doing this dance again or going back home so I can finally sleep in peace?”

“In peace?” His dropped jaw makes you giggle. “Nah, we’re definitely recording again.” 

This time, you both stand a little closer so you can fully be in frame. And it takes a few tries—one solely because Jungkook purposely moves to cover you, making you shove his laughing ass out of the way—but eventually you do get a decent take. 

After watching it over in the car a few minutes later, you’re so impressed that you even want him to send you the video. 

“Oh, yeah, I’m sending all of them.” 

“What, why?” 

His eyes shine way too bright as he starts descending through the parking levels. “So that they live in our message thread forever.” 

“You sneaky bi—wait, this is my song!” Your hand is already jutting out to turn up the volume before Jungkook can react, already forgetting what you were yelling about to break into an upbeat rendition of an old classic. 

“Wait, I wanted to—”

“Too bad! This is my shit.” 

When you start to sing, Jungkook can only watch before grinning at his windshield, joining in until you’re both belting everything out, “We’re in heaven…” 

Letting your window down, you scream lyrics out into the empty garage, barely hearing Jungkook cackling at your side. 

For a moment, you feel free. Music up, breeze through the windows, and the prettiest singing voice by your side hitting every note in the book. 

If only you could both do this forever. 

After a much livelier car ride than the first, you’re both walking to your door, sharing a look and knowing exactly what the tiny laughs are about. 

Who goes back to the same home after a first date? 

As he opens the door for you, a thanks slips from your lips before your shoes slide off your feet. And while the door closes with a click, your mind goes over the whole night like a sped-up tape. 

Prank or not, bet or not, it ended up being fun. You hope the same for your roommate, though you’re truly expecting him to confess and say he’s done pretending. So he can get on with his life and seeing other people like that girl. 

Your ribcage jostles. 

“Thanks for dinner,” you murmur as he finishes taking off his boots. “That was the best I’ve ever had.”

When Jungkook straightens, he gives you a lopsided smile. “Good,” he responds before flicking his bangs out the way. “But no taking calls next time.” 

Wait. After all your bullshit today, there’s still a next time? “Uh, I don’t know when I’d be able to—” 

“Trust me. This one you’ll like.” 

Rip the bandaid off. Just do it before things go where they shouldn’t. He’s already starting to say what’s in store for tomorrow but you can’t even entertain it because of what you saw. “I don’t think this will work.” 

Caught mid-sentence, Jungkook snaps his mouth shut before tilting his head. “Huh? You didn’t have a good time?” 

Damn it. Why is he still only asking about your experience? Didn’t he have to sit through all your absences? This is already getting too hard to break off and that’s not a good sign. “No, I did. I meant the whole, umm. Ten days thing.” 

“Because you’re already convinced?” 

“Because we live together, dummy,” you remind him, walking into the hall before he blocks your path. Pulling excuses out of your ass, you continue, “At least I get to have time away from other people I date. Not keep seeing them in their underwear.” 

“You like it.” 

You tsk. 

“It’ll be fine!” 

Arms folded, you pin him with a glare. “You bring girls over like four times a week.” 

“Why would I right now? I’m with you.” 

Something about that makes your heart pulse a little faster. But you can’t. You can’t do this when you know something you shouldn’t. Or maybe something you should, since it’s pretty damn important? “And no one else?”

“No one else,” Jungkook immediately answers. Which is weird considering what you accidentally saw earlier. If he’s flat out lying, you really can’t do anything else with him anytime soon. 

“Are you sure, because…” You sigh before looking down at his pocketed phone. 

Say it. Say exactly what’s on your mind because this isn’t some drama where communication is somehow last on the list of priorities. Real people talk it out, so talk it out. “Look. I kinda, umm. Saw someone text you when I was recording.”

You watch his expression change a tiny, tiny bit. But it’s enough to warrant your decision, “If you’re already seeing someone, I don’t wanna—”

“Who?”

You blink. “Uhhh.. Kyla? Kira?”

Your roommate suddenly starts to grin lopsided. “Kala? She’s my friend from like, second grade. We still game together.”  

“Oh.” Well. That was a lot easier to talk about than you expected. “I just thought… Yeah.”

The way he softens while looking at you makes you feel both dizzy and a little shy. You would pay a significant amount to know what he’s thinking right now, despite the troubles hitting you all through the night. 

“So cute.”

Ah. Never mind. “It’s not cute,” you huff. “Just being reasonable.”

“Yeah. Cute.” 

But he breaks contact to take out his phone and messes with it for a bit. When he clicks it to lock, he holds it up in a slight wiggle. “There.” 

Your head tilts before he explains,

“Yours come through now, too.” 

Breath caught, your whole body seems to buzz. The air around your hoodie starts shifting and heating, and your question leaves in a shocked whisper, “You’re taking this seriously.. aren’t you.”

Jungkook’s eyes never leave yours. “Yeah.”

Why the hell is he trying so hard? For you of all people? 

Last time you checked, the two of you are friends but it’s never been more than that. What’s gotten into him in the last month or so? Did something happen that you missed completely? 

Because if this isn’t some big joke... is this energy around you what you think it is? This chemistry molding into something scary and exciting all at once? It’s terrifying you because, if this is something he wants for real, you may take things further than they’ve ever gone.  

But the spark dissipates when Jungkook looks away. Eyes a little lowered, he asks, 

“It’s just ten days, right?”

Ah. Of course. He’s just competitive, that’s all. 

Smiling tight while you lift your nose, you hum. “Seven.” 

“Too easy.” Jungkook then stops to look at the ground. “It’d be easier if you didn’t keep walking off, though.” 

He got you there. You really don’t have any excuses other than your much lower level of effort. “I… Yeah. Life is really… I’m sorry.” 

You don’t want to tell him just yet. Especially since the night had quite the lovely ending. “But honestly, I really thought you were just doing all this to mess with me.”

“Well, I’m not.” Shucking his jacket off shoulders that haunt you, your roommate steps aside to let you finally pass. 

And reminds you about the motherfucking tank underneath fuck—

“Besides.” 

You blink at the hand on your arm. 

“I can mess with you any day.”

Oh? Bold once again. Attractive once again. But you aren’t gonna let him have just anything he wants. At least, not without seeing how far he’s willing to go. “Not if I don’t let you.”

“You think so?”

“I do.” You lift your chin. “You don’t scare me.”

Stepping in front of you, he gets so close there’s no space between your front and his protruding pecs. “Even like this?”

You try not to show your swallow. “Uh huh.”

When he leans in, you do your best not to react when he rasps out, “And this?”

Another gulp.  “D… Duh.” 

But you’re pretty sure he hears that one because he gravitates to your neck. So close that you can feel his breath on your throat, cologne wrapping you up in wild thoughts and even wilder decisions. “But not this, right?”

Say no, say yes, say no no no. “...No.”

Then. Just when you thought he couldn’t get any cheekier. His lips brush right against your neck as he asks his last question,

“Here then.”

Your flinch and dip out of his way is so quick that you don’t even realize you moved, and his laughs paint the hallway with mirth at your expense.

A hand slaps over the very spot he touched. “Kook!”

“What?”

That felt way too good but came out of nowhere. Feelings are creeping into places they really shouldn’t, and you’re so caught off-guard that your lips flap but don’t do much else. “You… you can’t just…I—”

“Relax,” he giggles. “I wasn’t gonna do anything else.”

Snapping back to reality, you bring yourself to express what’s really on your mind. “Just saying,” you huff, walking off. “You should still ask..”

“Wait, wait!” 

You turn, not anticipating the next thing out of his mouth.  

“You’re right,” he breathes out as he skids. “I’m sorry.” 

Relieved he didn’t take what you asked for as joke, you allow yourself to relax again. 

But of course, with Jeon Jungkook, there’s always more. “Can I do one more thing?” 

“What.” 

“Lemme do what I always do after dates.” 

Deadpanning, you drone, “We’re not having se—” 

“It’s not that.” Pinning him with disbelief, you watch him smile. “Not this time, anyway.” 

Another roll of your eyes. 

“Just trust me.” 

“Fine.” 

He takes your hand and leads you to your bedroom door, and you try your hardest not to bunch your shoulders. 

But something interesting happens that makes you more curious than anything else.

Jungkook stops when you get to your entrance, and he turns to just stare at your face. So calm, and so quiet. 

You don’t quite know what you look like right now, but the way he smirks before going in for a kiss gives you.. an.. idea.. 

He kisses your cheek? 

When he pulls away, his eyes sparkle as you question so bluntly he laughs, “That’s it?” 

“Told you,” he reiterates through a sly grin. “Why?” 

“I mean..”

He chuckles before leaning in slow. “I mean if you insist—” 

Immediately stopping his playful ways, you panic, “Wait, I mean—I just—” 

“Dinner and a kiss is all it takes to win, huh?”

“No, that’s not..” God, he is not funny right now! “One more wouldn’t hurt. I wasn’t ready.” 

By the way Jungkook freezes, you’d think he had turned to stone. But on second glance, he’s just watching for any hesitation or lie in your words, so when he finds none he leans back in.

The second kiss is just as light and innocent as the first. 

But this time, he doesn’t move as you swivel your face to watch, mouths so close and noses softly bumping. 

And the universe shrinks once again. Your belly twists with trembling butterflies and Jungkook’s cologne has clung to him so nicely and your calls have you wound tight and you really just need a distraction so maybe it wouldn’t hurt to just—

“Go to sleep, roomie,” he whispers with a deadly smirk, moving away before you can even respond. “You gotta get up early.”

Oh. Why did your heart just scream? “Right… I do.”

“Good night.”

“Good night…”

Before you can snap out of it, Jungkook is already walking away. 

After everything you did tonight, he still stayed. Still had fun. And even did more than he needed to for you despite being left alone at every turn. 

…And quite honestly? “Kook?”

He turns. 

Fuck this fake dating game, fuck the bullshit you’ve been dealt tonight. “Was that really how you wanted to kiss me?”

Jungkook pauses in the hall, jacket dangling from his fist. “Fuck no.”

You swallow as your breath turns shallow. Thinking too hard about all the shit you’re gonna go through soon, you let loose just this once. 

“Then show me.”

Leather abandoned on wooden floorboards, your friend, your roommate, your enormous new problem returns with a purpose, gripping your head in his hands and—

Fuck, he’s a great kisser. Your lips connect and it’s lights out, flashing through your veins and speeding down your limbs. Rushed and impatient, his hands slide all over your arms, running up back to your neck to hold it tight. 

“You taste so fucking nice.” 

Your reply is devoured, his grip strong but not crushing, tongue sliding along your plush like it’s nothing. 

Yes, yes, yes. This is exactly what you needed all along. Nothing occupies your mind other than thoughts so dirty Jungkook would never let you live them down. 

Suddenly, you’re delightfully shoved against your door, groan spewing into his lips as you grapple for his bare arms. If he’s chuckling, you can’t bring yourself to care. All you can think about is how fucking good this feels. 

And how fucking wrong it is. 

Maybe that’s what adds to the thrill. The knowledge that roommates should never jump into this, no matter how electric things can get. 

But fuck it. 

Maddeningly, though, Jungkook keeps his hands just within boundaries, which surprises you and yet irks the monster in you all the same. When he shifts his lips, the kiss deepens, and your eyes shut even tighter as something taut and muscular shoves between your legs. 

Fuck, this feels good. Too good. Borderline forbidden and stepping across way too many lines but you can’t fucking stop. 

“Careful, babe,” you hear him coo. “Keep going and we’re fucking all week.” 

What? What did he just say what are you doing to make him… 

Holy fuck, were you humping his leg? 

“Oh, shit,” you gasp, breaking away and holding him at arm’s length. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t even—” Air immediately washes over your heated cheeks and into your desperate lungs, and you have to fight to catch your beating breaths. “Something just happened, I—”

And looking down does you no favors because there is a very, very obvious bulge in your roommate’s pants oh god what did you do? 

Your wrists are held by calm hands as Jungkook peels you off his shoulders. When he leans forward, your body’s caged in by his sheer size alone. 

“Thanks for the dessert, roomie,” he simply whispers to your lips, swiping a finger across your nose before backing up to go to his room. “See you tomorrow.”

And just like that, you’re left alone in the hallway, mind swirling and swirling.

Well. When you invited him to make a move, you expected to be charmed because it’s him. 

But out of all the goddamn outcomes, you didn’t expect anything like that.

A hand slides up to grab the spot above your beating, pulsing, racing heart.

These seven days are gonna age you an eternity.

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[angellcherry]

— home.

» pairing: jungkook x reader

» genre: fwb to lovers, hurt/comfort, nsfw

» synopsis: “show me your thorns, and I'll show you hands ready to bleed.”

» warnings: allusions to depression, brief mentions of self harm (nothing graphic!), a little bit of angst, cuddling, reassurance, jungkook is a big green flag, talks of therapy and healing, confessions, lots of kisses, he's down bad and so in love :( (they both are), pet names, soft!dom jk, slight size kink, missionary bc he needs to look at her and kiss her 😩, praise, dirty talk, choking, creampie, aftercare

His hand curled around the nape of your neck the moment your lips touched. Warmth trickled down your spine, and he titled his head; tongue prodding at your soft lips, like he wanted you down to the marrow. Like he wanted to dip into your soul, kiss after kiss, until he was completely submerged; until he's explored every nook and crevice, felt every bump and crack.

He pulled away from the heat of your mouth slowly, reluctantly, eyes half lidded and dark. Lungs expanding to take in more air, voice coming out hoarse.

"You weren't answering your phone..."

"I know," you whispered, "I'm sorry."

Jungkook shook his head.

"No need to be sorry, baby," he lifted your hand to his lips, leaving a kiss on the soft skin there. "I was just worried."

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in closer. You sank into his embrace so easily; like you just came home. In a way, you have. He hasn't seen you in over a week...

It may not have seemed like much, but your absence was tangible. Suffocating. Especially when he didn't know if something was wrong.

"I'm glad you're here," he murmured.

You turned your head to peck his shoulder, fingers entwining, and then you were walking towards his bedroom as though it was second nature. The change in your demeanor had the corners of Jungkook's eyes crinkling from smiling. You practically skipped over to his bed, hopping onto the large mattress.

"Can I get a shirt, please?"

He didn't think you comprehended how fucking cute you were. He turned to open his closet and began rummaging through it.

"At this point, I'm pretty sure I'd kill someone if you asked me," he muttered.

"What?"

"Nothing, baby."

Flushing, he ignored the curious tilt of your head and threw you his favorite t-shirt.

God, how could someone be so fucking cute?

You were always excited to nap in his bed, share food and wear his clothes. The fact that it brought you comfort made his already lovesick heart swell up and ache. Something so simple, but so domestic — it fucked with his head. He wanted this every day, in every life. You were his comfort, too. Why couldn't you see it?

He leaned against his closet, arms crossed, watching you slip out of your clothes, the heap landing on the floor. It was art. You were so beautiful; inside and out. He couldn't help the way his stomach stirred and heart fluttered, yet instead of acting on his urges, he just walked over to you and bent down to pick up your clothes.

While you got into his shirt, he folded them neatly and placed them on his gaming chair.

"I missed this bed so much," you sighed.

Jungkook glanced over at you, taking a moment to drink in the image of you lying there, the black cotton of his shirt slightly too wide and too long for your body; but fuck, it looked perfect to him. He bit his lip, making his way to climb onto the mattress beside you.

"What about me?" He asked, delighted by how you opened up your arms, instinctively scooting closer to him.

"Hm, what about you?"

Jungkook pouted, eyebrows furrowing. His arms wrapped around your waist.

"Hey."

You giggled, peppering his face with kisses, and he wished he could live in this moment forever, stop all the clocks, kill time. To hell with what that would do to the universe.

"I missed you, too."

Just like that, he melted. Somehow, it hurt so bad; he had you right there, and yet he didn't. Disappearing and reappearing. Out of reach, like a mirage.

He lifted your hand to his lips again, momentarily distracted by how small it was compared to his.

"So tiny."

Amused at the scoff you let out, he turned it to kiss your palm, then paused abruptly.

A raw shade of red caught his attention.

Narrowing his eyes, he examined the wounds around multiple fingers — or at least tried to, before you caught on and pulled your hand away like you got burned.

His heart dropped.

It's been a while. Why were you doing this to yourself again?

Fuck. He felt like a failure of a man.

He swallowed thickly, then pulled you in closer, as if treading on thin ice. Terrified of making a mistake and feeling it crack under his weight. Once he was under, once it all fell apart, he didn't know if you'd let him in again.

"Baby..." he whispered into your hair.

"I'm so tired, Jungkook," mellow, you answered the question he didn't get to ask. "I don't know what's wrong with me..."

"Talk to me," he pleaded. "I can't help you if you shut me down."

You sniffed quietly. There was a loud crack. Not in the ice, but in his chest.

"You can't help me either way."

Jungkook tried to lift his head to look at you, but you gripped his hoodie, bunching up the fabric in your hand.

"Baby—"

"Not everyone deserves help," you insisted, a wet sigh following. "What's wrong with me? Why can't I help myself? E-everyone else seems to be doing just fine, a-and I'm just rotting away, filled with these ugly thoughts and feelings, I can't do anything right."

Jungkook hugged you tighter, like he hoped he could mold you together, give you as much of him as you needed to feel whole again. He'd let you rip him to pieces to fill the void.

"Stop saying that," he breathed, his eyes burning, "fuck, stop saying that."

He stroked your back as you cried into his chest, softly, feeling helpless and furious at the same time.

"When you're always in the dark," he whispered, "you learn to make friends with monsters to survive. It's all you know, so it's what feels most comfortable."

He heard you inhale, felt your head lift with hesitation. Eyes swollen, glossy, lower lip still trembling.

Jungkook cupped your face, wiping at the wet streaks.

"When you're always in the dark, sometimes... it feels like it's all you deserve. But it's not your fault. You're not a bad person," he said softly, his thumb rubbing your lower lip. "Sometimes, it's just the monsters you know talking."

You blinked, small and vulnerable, like a child who just woke up from a nightmare.

"I... I don't know..."

Jungkook squeezed your waist, so close his nose almost touched yours.

"But I know," he promised. "I know."

He stared into your eyes, watched them well up with more tears. He wished he could kiss them all away.

"Let me be there for you—"

You kissed him, and once again, it hurt. Because he wanted you, he wanted you so bad, but not like this — why didn't you want him, too?

Outside of the bedroom, when you weren't tangled in sheets, it seemed like you had no interest in letting your walls down. He's spent so much time trying to climb them, only to end up with broken bones, back down on the ground again.

He couldn't do this anymore.

He pulled away from your lips, denying you the oblivion you craved. He wanted to let you use him, he'd do it every day if it meant he could see you again. But he was afraid that if he didn't speak up now, he'd never find the courage to do it.

"I want to be with you," he breathed out. "Why won't you let me love you?"

There was an instant change in your expression that made his stomach lurch.

"I— I..."

A pause, filled with uncertainty.

Jungkook searched your eyes. The windows to the soul, they said. Broken, and the interior was dark. Nothing good lurked in there.

"I love you," he repeated.

His heart pounded in his chest. He stared right into this endless darkness, crawling with insecurities and fear. As though he was hoping the warm whisper would chase away the frigid, haunted air breaking through, make all the other voices come to a halt.

He was no longer a boy, but a man, and he feared no monsters. He wanted to flood the space with light.

"Move in with me," his palm settled on your cheek, thumb brushing your skin. "I'll help with your classes and therapy. I'll take care of you. You can lean on me until you're strong enough to stand on your own. And even then, when you do — I still wanna be there. I wanna make you happy... Every day."

There it was. His heart, right in the palm of your hand, like an offering. Bleeding through your fingers. Willing to be crushed, if it meant at least he tried.

But you cradled it instead.

Fresh tears, sticking to your eyelashes, and then a rush of warmth in the dark. Your lips pressed into his, tender, and he shut his eyes, tasting a mixture of salt and your sweetness —

"I love you," a shaky exhale, right into his mouth.

It sank into him like sunlight, pulsing, nourishing and bright. And he swallowed it up with a kiss, his teeth clashing with yours.

He shifted to hover above you, finding rest in between your legs, goosebumps erupting when he felt your hand slip under his hoodie, inching it up.

A giggle slipped past his lips, and he disconnected himself from you only to take it off, throwing it aside carelessly before he was kissing you again.

He felt you smile. You went straight to his head like wine. Your taste, your scent — your touch, exploring the muscles of his back, his shoulders.

He was already hard, aching to get lost in you; dizzy on want and love.

Hands groping over clothes, wherever they could reach, hot lips trailing down your neck. He wanted to do so many things to you; kiss every inch of your skin, make you come on his tongue.

But you had the whole night — a whole eternity, really. And the way you squirmed beneath him, arching your back, legs parting, hips raising to feel him, urgent and breathy, wiped his mind clean off anything but the need to be inside you.

Jungkook groaned, his cock twitching, leaking precum into the cotton of his boxers. He remained still, however, letting your hand wander in between your bodies.

His eyes were glued to the way it traveled down his tensing abdomen, pausing to lower his sweats; then dipping inside.

He tried to stay quiet, though his chest was heaving, the sight and the feeling of your hand wrapping around his girth making it twitch again.

He watched you pull your panties aside, wet and ruined, revealing your pretty, glistening folds and the small entrance below.

So fucking small.

It looked almost obscene compared to his cock, long and thick and pulsating in your hand. But you fit him perfectly, like you were made just for him.

The moment you guided him forward, and the wet tip touched the heat of your cunt, he lifted his eyes to yours.

He felt so fucked out, but he was gentle as he pushed inside. The tight, wet muscle welcomed him eagerly, inch by inch, until his hips touched yours and he couldn't breathe.

For a moment, time stood still.

His head fell into the crook of your neck, inked hand squeezing your thigh.

"I missed you so much."

He sounded broken, but he's never felt so whole before.

"I missed you too..."

You clenched around him, prompting his hips to move off their own accord, coaxing the most beautiful sounds out of your body. The wetness, the smack of his skin against yours; the soft whines that fueled the heat boiling deep in his gut.

"Mmm," he moaned, raspy, "doing so well, baby."

He tried to stretch you out slowly, preoccupy himself with biting and sucking at your neck; anything not to focus on how you clenched around him.

But he was doomed, and he understood that the second you moved your hips, fucking him back.

"Oh shit," he gasped, "baby..."

He stifled another moan into your cheek, picking up his pace, so deep inside you he wondered if you could feel him in your tummy. The thought alone made his cock throb, every vein and ridge.

Long, ringed fingers wrapped around your throat, the pressure soft, but definitely there. In return, you grasped his shoulders, nails digging in, and Jungkook knew he wasn't going to last long.

"Good?" He breathed, slamming into you a little faster, stuck on your shining eyes and eager nods. "Yeah?"

The mattress began to protest under the force of his thrusts, but the sound was drowned out by everything else. Jungkook felt your cunt tightening, so warm and so fucking sloppy, his own little personal heaven.

"Almost there? Hm? Gonna make a mess for me?"

Clench.

He groaned, his tummy twisting, the moans spilling past your lips making his head spin.

You merely nodded again, as though you couldn't speak. It made the corner of his lips quirk upwards.

"Yeah?" He tightened his hold on your neck, staking his claim with a coo. "My girl's gonna make a mess on my cock? Pretty angel's gonna cream all over it?"

Your breath hitched, thighs beginning to quiver around him.

"Y-yeah," you uttered, breathless, "yours—"

Jungkook's tongue slid into your mouth, his rutting becoming desperate. He wanted to mark you and brand you and oh god — he was about to see stars.

"Yeah, fuck— mine, my good girl," he stuttered out, "oh, baby, mhmm, I'm gonna come—"

His hips bucked as your pussy spasmed around him, sucking his cock in deeper, restricting his movements. Still, he fucked you through your orgasm, letting himself go with a loud groan. A burst of stars, the tension snapping; and he spilled inside you, white ropes of hot cum that filled you up to the brim.

He slumped against you after a drawn out moment, his body thrumming with bliss. Careful not to crush you, however, he rolled over to the side, his arms automatically enveloping your frame.

With his nose in your neck, he waited for his breathing to even out, lazily rubbing your hands.

"So good," he mumbled, "fuck... Are you okay, baby?"

You hummed, snuggling into him.

"More than okay."

Jungkook smiled, opening his eyes and pressing a kiss into your cheek.

"I'll wash you up in a sec."

"In a bit... Stay with me."

"I'm staying with you forever. Good luck getting rid of me now."

Your laughter sent a pang through his chest. He wanted to keep hearing it.

He brought your hand up to his lips, gently kissed each wounded finger, muttering his I love yous and praises until you both drifted off. Sated and warm under the sheets, tangled up in each other; with a single promise echoing through his head.

Never again would he let you hurt like this.

And whatever was happening outside of these four walls hardly mattered.

This was all that mattered.

This was home.

[ninabang]

“Rough day?” - J.Jk X reader.

MASTERLIST

Requests are open <3

✧ Genre: smut, fluff

✧ Summary: Y/n arrives home exhausted and Jungkook offers a relaxing massage, ending in a pleasant surprise.

✧ Warnings: unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), soft bites, soft talking. MDNI.

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You drop your bag on the entrance of your house and leave your shoes on the door, you practically melt into the couch as you drop face-first into the cushions.

“Rough day?” Jungkook’s voice floats in from the hallway, so soft.

You let out a muffled groan in response. “I can’t feel my spine.”

“Hmmph” he huffs and walks over, kneeling beside you. “My poor baby.”

You’re too tired to open your eyes when his hands slide up your back, pressing gently into your shoulders. He starts slow, thumbs finding the tight spots like he knows your body better than you do.

“Let’s take you to bed” He mumbles as he carries you into his arms and takes you to bed. When your back is laid down, he slowly starts taking of all of your clothes, and when your completely naked, he turns you around gently and starts spreading some of your lavender relaxing essence, and then starts massaging your back again. There he goes 1 minute… 2 minutes… 5 minutes until he starts taking his hands lower and lower until he finds your back thighs and you feel his lips kiss your shoulder, then your nape, then your spine until he reaches your lower back, all of this while he gently massages your thighs. You let out a soft moan.

“Feels good?” He asks in a soft voice, and you only let out a hum as he smiles. He takes you from your waist softly and turns you on your back again and leans down to peck your neck, then your chest, then he gives each nipple a cute kiss and continue to peck dowm your tummy, until he’s on your pelvis. He looks up at you with loving yet lustful eyes. “May I, love?”… you only give him a nod with a soft smile as you caress his hair. As a response he smiles back at you and grabs your thighs to put them over his shoulders and lower his face between your legs until he presses a soft peck over your clit, and he grins when he hears the soft moan that scaped your lips. He pulled away a bit to stare at your already glistening core and he rubs your folds with his thumb while pressing kisses over your inner thighs, after a few seconds he again takes his mouth over your folds, licking and sucking them softly, sometimes giving your clit little licks, sometimes fucking you with his tongue, but never pulling his mouth away from you, and while he eats you out, he rubs your tummy with his thumb and the other is intertwined with yours, giving little squeezes now and then. It’s not until you pull his hand to get him back that he stops and you pull him close to kiss him, and of course he doesn’t even hesitate, he kisses you back with the same passion.

“Fuck me”, you whisper against his lips, and he obbeys immediately as the good boyfriend he is. He starts undressing himself until he’s fully bare. After that he takes your thighs and make you hug his hips with them, leaning his face and torso down to peck your lips. He takes his hand down to align his dick against your entrance and looks up at you again, right into your eyes.

“Are you ready?” He asks softly, and just as you nod, he starts pushing inch by inch into you, watching closely your every reaction, his eyes focused on you, his eyebrows frowning, lips slightly parted, cheeks red from the anticipation of the pleasure, and a bit of sweat already forming on his forehead, god, he’s so in love with you, and you turn him on so bad. You close your eyes as you feel him entering you, and when he bottoms out, you both let out a moan and he kisses your forehead and then your cheek. After a moment he feels your legs pushing his hips a bit and he gets the hint, so he starts moving, just at the perfect pace for the moment, not fast, but not so slow, just the sensual steady pace you both love, the one where you can feel every bit of him. You look at his face, you could always get wet from the sight in front of you: the way his eyes close when he’s just so into it, the way his face and ears turn red and the way he never holds his moans and groans back. He then leans down and starts leaving wet kisses over your neck, making him change the angle, where he is now rubbing your clit with every thrust he makes, so you can’t help it now, his tongue left you so sensitive, you moan and run you fingers through his soft hair, and with the other one you hug his back tighter. He lets out one of the most sensual groans, he just loves it when you caress his head like that. He took one of his hands that was holding your waist to your left boob and started massaging it.

“You’re so warm my baby, you always feel so good.” He says almost in a purr. He doesn’t give you time to say something back because he kisses your lips, pouring all the love he has for you in it, biting your lip, then going back to your neck and start leaving the softests bites along it and your shoulders, he knows it’s the right force when you let out a moan. He starts thrusting a bit baster, feeling how his pelvis is grinding against your clit faster, so you start clenching around him.

“Am I making you feel good my love? Are you feeling better baby?” He asks, his voice agitated and low, he looks into your eyes waiting for your answer.

“Y-yes. So good- oh fuck. Right there Jungkook”.

“Yeah baby, right there, I won’t stop. Are you close darlin’?”

“So close, so close babe”.

He doesn’t change the pace, he knows it’s just right when you say “right there”. After some really good time you start trembling and seeing little lights and your sight darkening. You’re orgasming, so so good.

“Jungkook!”

He doesn’t stop, he lets you ride your orgasm as he keeps thrusting and rubbing your clit.

“That’s it my love, let go, I’m right here”.

When he saw your fave and grip relax, he knew you rode it well, so it was now his time to reach his climax.

“Baby” he moans against your lips, taking both of his hands to cup your cheeks. “Where can I cum?”

You open your eyes and look into his.

“On my tummy” you say as you kiss him.

He nods on the kiss and quickens his pace a bit more, groaning as he keeps coming closer ans closer. It’s after a few thrusts that he pulls out sits on his knees and gives his dick a few pumps, and he cums right on your tummy, his drops over your belly button and lover tummy, and some on your pelvis, moaning your name in such a sensual manner. After he finishes he leans his forehead against yours closing his eyes, panting a bit.

“You okay?” He asks caressing your cheeks. You only nod, too sleepy and relaxed to even talk. He smiles at that, knowing he indeed did a good work. He stands up and grabs a wet cloth to clean you and himself up. After that he lays down besides you and hug you, pulling your face close to his neck. He runs his hand along you back and then your hair, his other arm under your head. He kisses your forehead and stays there for some seconds, pouring all his love in it.

“I love you, sweetheart”.

[champagnevi]

˚. jealous!bts — reaction ✧ (hyung line version)

[ about. bts as secret boyfriends, quietly showing their love and jealousy when someone flirts a little too close with you. ]

★ :inc. f!reader, idol!au, secret relationship, long-term couple, soft jealousy, tender moments, bittersweet comfort, nsfw for hoseok genre. scenarios, reaction, fluff, nsfw at the end

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— kim seokjin

jin doesn’t get jealous easily. he doesn’t need to—not when he carries himself like he already owns every room he walks into. that easy elegance, the unshakable calm, the smile honed from years of being effortlessly adored.

but when something does stir beneath that polished exterior? oh. it’s not messy—it’s devastating. he is witty, theatrical, laced with sarcasm.

he’ll laugh, sure. play it off, smooth and theatrical like it’s all part of the performance. but watch closely. when the smile drops just half a centimeter, when the grip on his glass tightens just slightly, you’ll know—he’s simmering. it’s not toxic. it’s territorial. and seokjin, when territorial, is razor-sharp velvet.

you’re at a private charity gala hosted by the country’s top culinary institute. invited for your critically acclaimed essays on food culture—pieces laced with dry humor and sharp insight that caught the eyes of chefs and critics alike. jin arrived later, slipping under the radar in a tailored suit and loosened tie, blending in seamlessly among the glittering crowd.

your dress is deep red silk—fluid, sharp, confident. a slit high up your thigh, delicate jewelry catching the light. you’re every inch composed and magnetic, skimming through conversations with ease. jin watches you from afar, lips twitching every time your wit slices clean through a pompous comment.

and then one of the event organizers slides in beside you. older, distinguished, charming in that well-traveled, silver-fox sort of way. he leans closer than necessary, complimenting your writing, your dress, your smile. hints at exclusive tastings and private tours—professional, technically, but layered with something smoother, sweeter.

you handle it like you always do. polite. cool. warm enough to be graceful, distant enough to draw the line. but jin sees everything. he always does.

from across the room, his gaze lingers longer now—sharpened behind the soft curve of his grin. when your eyes flick toward him, he tilts his head just slightly, brows raised, as if to ask: having fun? you hide a smirk, tucking it behind your wineglass, and turn back to your conversation.

📱

Jin: making friends, sweetheart? or collecting tasting invitations? You: just working the room, handsome promise I won’t sample anything off-menu Jin: good because I’m already setting the table at home and dessert’s going to be you

later, when you step into the quieter lounge near the balcony, jin is already there. leaning lazily against the railing, city lights scattering like jewels behind him. his tie loose, glass of red wine poised effortlessly in his hand.

he doesn’t greet you right away. just watches, gaze slow and steady over the rim of his glass.

“good company tonight?” he asks eventually, voice smooth as aged whiskey.

you hum, sliding closer. “not bad. a few offers for private tastings.”

his smile curls at the corners—but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“lucky you,” he murmurs. “sounds like you’re very… sought after.”

you step even closer, fingertips brushing the lapel of his jacket. “are you fishing for something, seokjin?”

his smile deepens, slow and dangerous. he sets the glass down carefully, turning fully toward you.

“not fishing. just reminding.”

one hand slips around your waist, palm pressing warm and deliberate over silk.

“reminding you that no matter how many tastings you’re offered,” he leans in, voice dipping lower, “there’s only one kitchen you’ll be cooking in tonight.”

your breath catches subtly. his gaze drops to your lips, then drags back up—steady, unflinching, dark with intent.

you tilt your chin, sass cutting through the heat. “i could’ve handled him, you know.”

“i know.” his thumb drags idly along your waist. “i just like watching you remind people you’re already taken.”

he leans in, lips ghosting along the shell of your ear. “i like it even more when i get to remind you.”

later that night, jin doesn’t rush. he never does. he moves with that same unhurried confidence—like he has all the time in the world to savor what’s his.

fingers trail down the line of your spine, lips mapping slow, deliberate kisses along the slope of your shoulder. he peels silk away inch by inch, like unwrapping something rare and expensive, eyes dark and molten.

when you tug him closer by the loosened tie, breath catching against his mouth, he exhales soft against your lips.

“still jealous?” you whisper, teasing.

his grin is lazy, dangerous, beautiful.

“not jealous,” he murmurs, voice thick and low. “just making sure you remember where you belong.”

his mouth finds yours—slow, thorough, claiming. and as he drags you beneath him, warm palms spanning your hips, his touch leaves no room for doubt.

you already know.

— kim namjoon

he is quiet, rational on the surface. possessive underneath. checks himself constantly. but when pushed, he can’t help the flicker of dominance in his tone—especially when he thinks someone’s trying to outsmart him for your attention.

you’re an up-and-coming actress. sharp, striking, all slow-burning charm. namjoon fell for your brain first, but that doesn’t mean he’s blind to the way people look at you.

tonight is no different — a private after-party after the film festival, where you’d been invited as a presenter. like always, you and namjoon arrived separately, pretending to be nothing more than distant acquaintances.

the problem is the actor by your side tonight — respected, smooth, and just clever enough to be a threat. namjoon doesn’t interrupt. he trusts you. but trust doesn’t erase the slow flare of possessiveness when he sees the man leaning in too close or making you laugh a little too hard.

you’re in the middle of a casual, low laughter conversation when you feel it—eyes. his eyes. you turn slightly and see namjoon across the room, his jaw flexed, one hand tucked into his pocket, the other holding a drink he’s barely touched.

he’s watching. always watching.

you feel confident. you’re used to this kind of attention and you know how to handle it. you aren’t playing into it—not really—but you're not rushing to walk away either. it’s more fun when you make him wait. watch. simmer.

he won’t interrupt. namjoon trusts you—he always has. but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t feel the flare of something hot and territorial when another man leans in too close or makes you laugh just a little too freely.

he waits. always waits. he knows how to check himself. But when pushed, when tested, there’s always that flicker—that low, deliberate shift in him that feels like gravity pulling tighter.

tonight is no different.

fifteen minutes later, you finally excuse yourself smoothly, your dress swaying as you slip toward the quieter lounge. you know exactly where he’ll be waiting.

he doesn’t look at you right away. instead, he stands in the dim hallway light, broad shoulders relaxed but his posture coiled.

“good conversation?” his voice is even. almost too even.

you smirk, unhurried as you cross your arms. “jealous?”

a breath. his eyes finally lift—soft brown, now darkened with something molten.

"i’m not jealous,” he says, measured. “just wondering how long i’m supposed to stand there listening to someone else flirt with my girlfriend like he wrote the damn dictionary.”

your brow arches, amused. “was it bothering you? you looked so calm.”

he steps closer, slow and steady, one hand ghosting the curve of your waist. his body heat slides against you as he leans close enough that only you can hear.

“i don’t like sharing your attention.” his lips graze the shell of your ear. His next words are velveted steel. “and I don’t like the way he looked at you like he was trying to figure out how you taste.”

a shiver skips down your spine. your smirk deepens, but your eyes soften with something warmer.

“he didn’t touch me,” you say, voice honeyed but edged.

namjoon’s lips curve—just barely. "he didn’t need to. that was his way of touching you.”

your fingers trail teasingly along his lapel. “you know… you could’ve walked over sooner. staked your claim.”

“i wanted to see how long you’d keep me stewing,” he murmurs, leaning in until his nose brushes yours, “i should’ve known better. you like making me wait.”

“i like making you watch,” you correct sweetly, batting your lashes. “you’re hot when you simmer, joon.”

his breath hitches, a soft chuckle rumbling from deep in his chest. his lips press deliberately against your cheek, a slow drag that lingers near the corner of your mouth.

📱

You: was someone feeling territorial tonight? 👀 Namjoon: i let it go longer than i wanted to. if he touched you i would’ve ended up in a scandal. You: he didn’t. you know I’m yours, right? Namjoon: yeah. still hate watching someone want what I already have. you looked good tonight. too good. You: say that again when I’m on your lap, baby Namjoon: get home. i’ll say it with my mouth. everywhere.

later that night, the door clicks shut behind you, and before you can even toe off your heels, namjoon’s hands are already sliding against your waist. he moves like he’s reclaiming something—not rushed, not frantic—just deliberate, confident, consuming.

he presses you back onto the sheets, his weight settling heavy and comforting. his mouth traces a slow, reverent path down your throat, across your collarbones, teeth dragging lightly at your skin as his fingers splay against your hips to anchor you in place.

“you were jealous,” you whisper against his jaw, voice thick with amusement as your nails skim his biceps, “just admit it, baby.”

he breathes out a soft laugh against your sternum, warm and low.

“of course I was,” he murmurs, lips dragging to the inside of your thigh, his voice roughening as he speaks against your skin, “but only because you’re everything. and everything that’s mine should never be touched by anyone else but me.”

you grin, tipping your chin proudly. “damn right, joon.”

he hums approvingly. His hands tighten on your thighs. his lips seal against the inside of your knee like a silent oath. and that night, he shows you—with touch after touch, kiss after kiss—exactly how much he meant every word.

— min yoongi

yoongi’s jealousy isn’t loud. it doesn’t explode or unravel messily. it brews—low, lethal, precise.

he doesn’t interrupt. doesn’t stomp across the room or tug you away like he’s staking a claim.

no, yoongi lets the irritation sit in his chest, slow and smoldering, until it finally sharpens into a single line you’ll hear echoing in your head for days.

a sentence that slices cleaner than a scream ever could.

yoongi doesn’t like loud scenes. he doesn’t do crowds unless they’re under the blinding lights of his profession, and even then, it’s work—not pleasure.

which is why tonight is the perfect setting: a small, private gallery event tucked inside a quiet art collective, recommended by one of your professors as extra credit for your film studies course. quiet, dim, curated—yoongi’s pace entirely.

you invited him because you knew he’d like the obscurity. he came because he likes you even more.

he lingers behind you as you move through the exhibit. you—sharp-eyed, brilliant, articulate—you’ve always loved pulling apart the composition of other art forms, finding parallels to film. that’s what caught his attention when you first met: your mind sharper than your eyeliner, wit faster than your smile.

tonight, though?

you’ve attracted the eye of one of the event’s featured guest curators. a man a little too well-versed in indie cinema. a little too eager to quote obscure 1960s directors at you.

a man who clearly likes the way your lips part when you get passionate explaining shot composition.

yoongi watches from across the room—leaning against a polished concrete column, dressed lowkey and muted. black cap, dark bomber jacket, silver rings glinting faintly under gallery lights.

he sips slowly at his drink, one brow slightly raised, expression unreadable—but his gaze is cutting and direct.

you feel it before you see it.

the weight of his stare sliding across your shoulder blades like warm silk. you don’t falter—you’ve always been good at handling attention—but your smirk twitches wider.

you angle your body slightly toward yoongi (just enough to let him know you know), while still entertaining the curator’s chatter. confident. untouchable. you’re not flirting, not exactly—but you’re not running, either.

after a while, you wrap up your conversation with practiced grace and glide over to yoongi, the heels of your boots clicking quietly on the polished floor.

he doesn’t move. doesn’t even look up immediately. just tilts his head slightly toward you, deadpan but razor-sharp.

“nice lecture you got there,” he says dryly, voice low and unimpressed. “i almost enrolled in his class.”

you let a slow smile curl your lips. “were you eavesdropping, min?”

he finally lifts his gaze to yours—dark, amused, the corner of his mouth twitching like he’s trying very hard not to grin.

“didn’t need to eavesdrop. the dude was practically panting when you started breaking down italian neorealism.”

you huff a laugh, cocking a brow. “jealous?”

“not jealous,” he says smoothly, sliding a hand into your back pocket with infuriating casualness. his thumb brushes slow circles into your hipbone.

“just bored. watching him trip over his tongue trying to impress my girlfriend was sad.”

your lips part in faux surprise. “oh? your girlfriend? i don’t remember you coming over to claim me.”

yoongi’s smile sharpens.

“i don’t need to claim what’s already mine, baby.”

he leans in—his nose brushes the shell of your ear, voice a hushed growl.

“i just remind you who’ll be unzipping this dress later.”

your breath catches—just slightly.

but you recover fast. always do.

you hum coyly, tilting your chin up. “don’t make promises you won’t keep, yoongi.”

his chuckle is low, sinful, hand squeezing tighter at your waist as he drags you flush to him in the darkened corner.

“i don’t make promises,” he whispers, lips ghosting your jaw.

“i just keep receipts.”

📱

You: you were broody tonight, min. jealous of the film nerd? 👀 Yoongi: broody? you kept tossing around french new wave terms like foreplay. i almost dragged you into the supply closet. You: almost? coward. Yoongi: get home. say “mise-en-scène” in that voice again. i’ll show you exactly what scene i want to set. You: bold of you to assume i’m wearing anything under this dress might have to “explain” it to me in detail, professor. Yoongi: keep talking. i’m locking my door right now.

he doesn’t say much as he pulls you into bed. hands grip firmer than usual—commanding but unhurried, fingers biting at your hips like a quiet claim. his lips drag rougher kisses along your throat, teeth grazing just enough to leave blooming marks in their wake.

when you arch against him, breath catching on his name, he leans close—breath hot against your ear, voice husked deep.

“don’t let another man talk to you like that again.”

you smile against his mouth, exhaling a soft, cocky laugh.

“don’t let another man think he has a chance, baby.”

his breath shudders, smirk ghosting against your jawline.

“smart girl.”

his mouth traces slow, burning paths along the curve of your neck and down your chest—every kiss a silent reminder of exactly where you belong.

you sigh, teasing lazy against his jawline—“still jealous, min?”—

his only answer is teeth against the inside of your thigh, slow and claiming.

“no,” he rasps, voice rough with want.

“just making sure you remember who gives you real lessons, baby.”

and by morning, you’ll have marks on your skin like underlined citations.

— jung hoseok [ nsfw ]

hoseok has always been magnetic.

he’s the light in the room, the warmth at the center of every circle. he laughs easily, listens deeply, and never lets discomfort linger in the air. he’s thoughtful. polished. sharp. but everyone who truly knows him—everyone close enough to see past the glitter—knows one more truth:

hoseok is possessive. quietly. beautifully. the kind that doesn’t say “you’re mine.” he just makes sure everyone else feels it.

he takes care of what’s his. he keeps things neat, under control, exact. and when something crosses a boundary—when someone crosses you—his shine doesn’t crack. it drops.

it’s a friend-of-a-friend party. not flashy. a cozy rooftop with warm lights and too many drinks. you’re in a soft knit dress and a jacket he gave you before you left home. not a celebrity. not a name anyone recognizes. you like it that way. you belong in the quiet.

and hoseok stays close. hand at your back, brushing your waist. always aware of where you are in the room.

but eventually, you wander. grab a drink. laugh with someone—some guy who works in media, apparently. you don’t know him. he’s too loud, too sure of himself. but you’re being polite.

what you don’t see is hoseok’s face from across the space.

he’s not smiling anymore. mouth set. jaw stiff. someone asks him something, and he answers too fast, eyes already gone back to you.

and the guy?

he’s leaning too close. not touching. but it’s the lean that does it. the way he looks at your legs. how he says something and nudges your arm like you’re sharing some private joke.

you step back half a pace. just enough to reclaim the space between you. but it’s not enough.

not for hoseok.

📱

Hoseok: baby. come here.

you look up. he’s still on the other side of the rooftop. watching. the look in his eyes pins you in place.

another buzz—

Hoseok: he’s looking at you like he wants to fuck you. don’t laugh at his jokes. they’re not funny.

your stomach flips. heat rises behind your ears. you shoot him a quick look across the space, mouthing sorry.

he doesn’t blink.

Hoseok: if you laugh one more time i’m going to drag you out of here and make you remember who makes you laugh like that for real

you swallow. hard. and excuse yourself.

you find him leaning against the hallway wall near the stairwell. arms crossed. one eyebrow lifted. not speaking.

“hey,” you say softly.

he tilts his head. “having fun?”

“it wasn’t like that.”

“wasn’t it?” his voice is low. too low. “you smiled at him.”

“i was just being nice—”

“no.” he steps in. close. “you don’t smile at people like that. not men like that.”

you exhale, frustrated. “hobi, i wasn’t flirting—”

his hand slides up your jaw so fast it stuns you silent. thumb pressed just under your lip. his eyes are dark. voice quieter now.

“i don’t like being jealous.” his tone is a whisper against your mouth. “i hate how it makes me feel. but baby, if someone else looks at you like they want you… and you give them anything…”

he leans in, lips brushing your cheek, your ear.

“…i get so fucking mean about it.”

when you’re back at your place he doesn’t waste time. the second the door shuts behind you, hoseok crowds you back against it—mouth claiming yours in a kiss that steals the air from your lungs.

It’s not rushed—but it’s deliberate. hands gripping your hips hard, fingers digging in like he’s anchoring himself to you.

when he drags his mouth down to your throat, biting lightly, you gasp—hands threading into his hair.

his jacket is on your floor. so are your panties. your hands are flat against your wall. his hips are locked behind yours. he’s been taking his time.

not fast. not desperate.

punishing.

“still think he was funny?” he whispers it right against your shoulder as he pushes into you again.

you gasp—eyes squeezed shut, nails biting into the paint.

“n-no—hobi—”

he thrusts deep. slow. deliberate.

“think he could make you come like this?”

you shake your head, but he waits. still inside you.

“say it.”

“…no.”

“say why.”

you whimper, breath catching in your throat. “’cause you’re the only one. the only one who gets to—fuck—gets to touch me like this.”

a pleased hum. a kiss to your spine.

“that’s right. you’re mine. don’t forget it again.”

you wake to the soft rustle of sheets and the smell of coffee brewing. hoseok walks into the bedroom, setting your cup on the nightstand—his hair messy, a soft hoodie hanging off one shoulder.

he sits on the edge of the bed, gaze fond but still serious.

“i’m not usually like that,” he says quietly.

you smile sleepily, fingers lacing with his.

“i like when you’re like that.”

his lips twitch—half-smile returning.

“good.” a kiss to your temple. “’cause i wasn’t faking a single second of it.”

[7ndipity]

Their Crush Likes Them Back

Ot7 x Reader

Summary: What would happen if the members were so deep in their belief that their crush is one-sided that they're oblivious to the fact that the feeling is very much mutual

Warnings: lil angst, suggestive, swearing, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to @coffeedepressionsoup for this request! This honestly was so fun to write, and really helped me beat back my writer's block. I hope y’all like it! Based on this post

Masterlist

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Jin:

He’s been so focused on trying to hide his feelings and just being a good friend to you, that he doesn’t realize that you’ve not only caught onto his feelings, but that you’re also very into him and are actively flirting with him😫

You keep trying to subtly tip him off, giving him extra compliments and calling him petnames that make his ears turn bright red, but he just keeps brushing it off as you’re just being a really sweet friend.

You even tried triggering his jealous streak in an attempt to get him to speak up, like “If they’re not good enough, then who is, hmmm!?” but it always just ends with him mumbling something you can’t understand and him driving you home in frustrated silence.

It’s after one of these such nights that you end up blurting out your own feelings, since he won’t do it! 

When you finally tell him how you feel, he just sits there for a solid minute completely dumbfounded before managing to speak. “...are you sure? Like you’re not just saying that to make me feel better?” “ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW?!”

Honestly not that much changes after you’ve talked everything out and made things official, at least at first. He’s very gradual in his shift into ‘boyfriend mode’, starting with smaller but sweet gestures like bringing you flowers.

The one thing that changes immediately tho is he now holds your hand/arm/waist everywhere you go. Doesn’t matter what you’re doing, he has to be holding onto you. You’re the most valuable thing in the world to him, and now that he has you, there’s no way he’s letting you go.

Yoongi:

As good as Yoongi is at hiding his feelings, you're the complete opposite, showering him with compliments and praise at every opportunity, turning him into the shyest lil meow meow, but you can’t help it, he deserves to know how amazing he is

You know you’re one of the only people that he feels fully comfortable being vulnerable and open with, which is why it hurts so much when he pulls away or gives the silent treatment after fights or gets too into his own head. 

This leads to more than a few arguments between you where you all but spell out how you feel about him, but he somehow still manages to twist it around in his head to be platonic.

It becomes abundantly clear that anything short of straight up kissing him on the mouth is just gonna be met with ‘oh, they didn’t mean it like that.’ Like mf I said you were ideal husband material! Get your head out of your ass!

When you finally do get him to understand that you like him, he gets soo quiet(you know that lil confused look he does where his eyes just go everywhere? that) like Yoongi.exe has stopped working, please reboot.

Once he’s had time to process and y’all talk everything out, he becomes the softest and most dedicated boy. Liike, now that he can actually show his feelings, he’s a fucking SIMP, constantly surprising you with little gifts and gestures, and just always staring at you with the softest heart eyes.

Hobi:

Very much like Jin in that he’s soo focused on being a good friend and not making you uncomfortable that he somehow misses how you’re very much simping over the man. Like it’s not even subtle, you’re always looking at him with literal stars in your eyes.

He tends to mirror your energy/behavior to match your vibe tho, which becomes a bit problematic bc you end up acting a lot more ‘couple-y’ than either of you initially realize. Like, it’s totally normal for him to snuggle and kiss you on the cheek, pay no mind to the fact that he doesn’t do it with anyone else but you.

(Jungkook thinks it’s hilarious tbh and keeps finding ways to put you two in forced proximity situations in the hopes that y’all will finally get a fucking hint and confess already!)

He kinda realizes he’s pushing the boundaries of what’s ‘okay’ for just friends, but he can’t help but be selfish when it comes to you, wanting to be as close to you as possible, even if he thinks it will never go anywhere, not realizing that you’re doing the exact same thing.

When you finally talk to him one night about how you actually feel, he doesn’t even think and just tackles you, kissing you until you both forget how to breathe

Instantly the most devoted boyfriend in the world. Texts you constantly, brings you flowers for every date or snacks when you hangout at each other's places. He kisses you constantly, always mumbling about “making up for lost time” when you tease him about it.

Namjoon:

I totally see this happening to him tbh. Like as in tune as he can be sometimes, he’s kinda oblivious when it comes to your relationship, even if it’s obvious to everyone else in your friend group..

He never really questions why you always happen to be free when he wants to hangout, or the fact that you always answer his texts regardless of the time of day/night.

What he does see however is how much it hurts you when he tries to pull away when he starts to get too into his own head about everything, making his will crumble almost immediately and coming back to you soo apologetic.

He doesn’t understand why you’re always so forgiving and willing to stick beside him through everything, no matter how many times you tell him it’s because you love him

I see telling him how you actually feel going one or two ways: you sitting him down and talking everything out super calm and maturely. or-

You blurting it out in the heat of the moment during a fight, resulting in a brief stunned silence and then you getting pinned to the nearest surface and kissing each other till you can’t breathe and then dragging each other to the bedroom…

You don’t really address it anymore after that night, you’re just dating now and thats it. (Tho, you may have forgotten to notify the rest of your friend group and so they don’t realize you’re together until you kiss him goodbye in front of them and Hobi drops glass in shock, lol)

Jimin:

It would be almost funny how oblivious he is, if it weren’t soo fucking frustating.

Like usually he’s the one flirting up a storm, flustering and confusing people left and right, but with you he’s turned into a complete mess, trying(and failing) to hide how shy and blushy you make him with just the smallest gestures.

Which you would think would help the two of you to realize that you’re both into each other, but nope, you’re just dancing around the obvious and driving everyone else in your friend group insane(Tae and Yoongi have a bet on who will actually make the first move)

Like he notices some of the little cues that you’ve been dropping that you might be into him too, but he honestly just feels like he’s imagining things because that’s what he wants to happen

(tbh he thinks you’re trying to kill him with how close and touchy you get sometimes because he wants to kiss you soo fucking bad)

When you finally get the courage to tell him, it’s quiet and intimate, at one of your apartments in the middle of the night while you’re laying on the couch or bed together talking about whatever, and he goes so still and quiet for minute you think he fell asleep or something before he suddenly rolls on top of you, grinning like an idiot and wrapping you up in the tightest hug ever and kissing you breathless.

You two dating isn’t that much different than when you were just friends except you’re somehow EVEN MORE CLINGY with each other(who knew that was even possible?! lol) constantly touching or holding onto each other or stealing kisses when you think no one’s looking

Taehyung:

Honestly? He’s lowkey aware of your flirty behavior, but he keeps trying to brush it off as “they’re just being cute” because he doesn’t want to accidentally misread things and fuck things up between you by trying to make a move that’s not wanted.

Nevermind the fact that you are very openly making your interests known. Like there’s nothing to misread here my dude, everyone and their grandma can see that I am absolutely smitten with you.

Notices your more jealous/clingy moments, but doesn’t quite recognize them for what they are or the reason for them. All he knows is that you’re hanging onto his arm and giving him attention, which he soaks up like the happiest lil sponge. Who cares if you’re a little overprotective of him? He thinks it’s cute.

Similar to Hobi in that he worries sometimes that he’s overstepping what’s okay for just friends for his own benefit, even though multiple friends have pointed out that you were actively initiating those moments with him too, it’s not just a one-sided thing

He fully refuses to believe it tho until one night as he’s walking you home and you admit to him that you wished that he was your boyfriend. He turns into the smiliest bean ever at your confession, latching onto you like a giant koala bear and refusing to let go for the rest of the night as you talk and share how you’ve both really been feeling.

Instantly shifts into teddybear boyfriend mode, super cuddly and calling you every petname he can think of. He jokes that he’s just catching up on all the stuff that you missed out on before, but he’s lowkey always been like this with you, he’s just free to finally give into those impulses and kiss you anytime he wants😊

Jungkook:

God bless this boy, he’s soo fucking blind it’s absolutely infuriating

Like neither of you are exactly subtle about your feelings towards each other, but he somehow always manages to miss your hints or flirtations. Like you could be walking around wearing a neon sign that says “I’m in love with you” and he would just be like “oh cool necklace Y/n!”😑

He notices how you tend to stick close to him whenever the two of you hangout together, which he loves, but somehow he misses the gooey-eyed looks you keep giving him.

He also doesn’t realize that one of the only reasons you put up with his possessiveness is because you keep hoping that he’ll fess up and admit his feelings, but he never does, always backing off at the last moment because he’s terrified of fucking things up with you.

Meanwhile you’re practically beating your head against the wall because he’s driving you insane.

Man literally doesn’t catch on fully until you grab him by the face and kiss him one night after an argument, freezing in shock for half a minute before reciprocating very enthusiastically.(everyone immediately knows what happened the next day tho because you’re both fucking covered in hickeys like 👀)

Refuses to leave your side from that point on, he’s now your personal bodyguard/house husband/assistant/ etc. Anything you need, he’s on it immediately. Always finding little excuses to touch you until you point out that he doesn’t actually need a reason anymore, and then he’s just touching/kissing you every time you’re in arms reach

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[cheeseceli]

Boyfriend Jungkook

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook X Gn!reader

Genre: fluff, headcanons

Request: can i request a headcanon of what jungkook would be like in a relationship? thank you <3

Warnings: mentions of being hit by a car (jokingly), not proofread

A/n: I miss Jungkook 😭 | fundraiser

Hobi ver. | Namjoon ver. | Jimin ver. | Taehyung ver. | Jungkook ver.

‌He 100% fell first

‌And besides falling in love first, he also took the initiative

‌Kinda like the seven mv scenario

‌He was determined to get you to like him

‌Bro is also the embodiment of all love languages mixed, but I think he's more of a physical touch and service acts

‌I see him being very clingy, even when you're around other people

‌But specially when it's night, right before you both go to sleep

‌And also right after waking up

‌You'll be wakening up to his hugs and kisses

‌And acts of service because have you seen this man? He's always doing everything to everyone

‌You get scary dog privileges lmao

‌No creep on the street ever stares at you once they see Jungkook following you like a shadow

‌Among the boys, I think he's the one who'd get jealous the most

‌Of course, nothing too bizarre nor extreme

‌It's just that he'll immediately cling on you once he doesn't like the vibe of the person who's trying small talk with you

‌And then he does that thing with his eyes where he's just like 👁️👁️

‌Introduces you to the boys and his family as soon as he can

‌And the boys knew everything about you before even meeting you for the first time because my bro jungkook could not shut up about you for a mere second😭

‌But at least that gave them a really good first impression of you

‌If you had a good sleeping schedule before... I'm so sorry

‌It's all about going to sleep at midnight and waking up at 3 am

‌But he's trying to get better at this 😭

‌It's actually kind of sweet because he feels like he can sleep better next to you

‌There was this one time where you were extremely tired and went to bed at 7 pm and he went as well?? And he actually slept all the way through??

‌Spams your phone with texts all the time

‌In all possible social medias

‌+99 notifications on Instagram, tiktok, twitter and whatever other social media you might have

‌Also texts you the most random things through his day

‌"I almost got hit by a car would you believe it? Btw, are you still free tonight? I was thinking about going out for dinner"

‌And if you think about this in a scenario where he's an idol

‌I think he'd be able to hide your relationship for a while, but soon enough people would find out about it

‌He's just SO proud of being with you

‌And the effects of your life on his are just so obvious

‌Even if people didn't find pictures of you two together or this sort of thing, they'd still think Jungkook was dating someone

‌And the fact hybe never denied it just adds to the whole thing

‌But if people ever find out about it and then those crazy "fans" start to attack you, Jungkook is ready to sue anyone tbh

‌Sings all the time as well

‌You have exclusive serenades sung to you every day, you're that lucky!!

‌And constantly tries to impress you

‌Like yeah, you're married for 20 years now and he's still playing football like his life depends on it just because you're watching

‌Overall he's just the sweetest and most devoted bf to ever exist

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one song too many - chapter 1 | jjk

Pairing: Idol!Jungkook x Reader (f)

Genre: idol!au, strangers to lovers, romance, one-sided love

Summary: BTS books out a quiet restaurant in Itaewon for a private dinner, owned by a longtime friend. But their peaceful night off is hilariously interrupted when a heartbroken y/n, best friend to the owner’s wife, takes over the karaoke corner with breakup anthems and zero shame. One performance turns into a full emotional concert and Jungkook is captivated. He asks for your number just curious at first. But what starts as a simple text turns into something deeper. It begins with chaotic karaoke but it just might end with a relationship.

Word count: 1639 | chapter 1 out of im not sure yet :))

Warnings: alcohol use, secondhand embarrassment, fluff, angst.

a/n: as promised, this is the first chapter of story B. Please do tell me what you think so I can decide whether to finish this series or not xD Enjoy this one as much as I did writing it ^^

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The restaurant is located at the end of a quiet alleyway in Itaewon, between a vintage bookstore and a flower shop that somehow makes the surrounding area smells like spring even in winter. From the outside, it didn’t look like much. No flashy sign or neon lights. Just a plaque that read Dalbit, and a chalkboard outside the door with the handwritten words: “Closed to public tonight. Private event. Thank you.”

Inside, however, the energy told a different story. The lights were dimmed just enough to feel cozy without being in the dark. Wood tones, warm lighting, and large glass windows and tall curtains gave the place a modern yet inviting vibe. And in the middle of the restaurant was an unexpected and unmissable karaoke setup complete with a screen, standing microphones, and a stage lighting with ambience that glows according to beat of the songs being played.

And in the middle of stage, there was you. You didn’t know they have arrived, or maybe you did but you were too drunk to care. You stood there on the stage gripping the mic like it just broke your heart as you sing out “Goodbye, Mr. Perfectly Fine”.

BTS didn’t expect it, the voice, the vibe, and certainly not the passion behind every word you sang out. The moment they stepped inside, thinking they would be able to enjoy a private and quiet dinner at their friend’s restaurant, they were greeted with a full on karaoke performance of a Taylor Swift heartbreak anthem being sung with the kind of emotion that made you feel like the singer was either an actress or someone who just had her heart stomped on hours ago.

Their friend and the owner of the place, Jihoon, came rushing out from behind the bar to greet them, “Hey! Sorry, sorry hope that didn’t shock you.” Namjoon blinked still adjusting to the sound, “We thought we were the only ones here?”

“You are,” Jihoon said with an apologetic face, “Technically. I just didn’t have the heart to say no. That’s my wife’s best friend. She got dumped yesterday by some absolute loser and now the five of them are doing this thing of blasting Taylor Swift all night. Something about emotional healing or something.”

Yoongi raised an eyebrow. “He must’ve really been an ass. That voice sounds like a cry for help.” Jihoon chuckled, “Well, they each drank two bottles of soju and at least sang two rounds of that 10 minute version of All Too Well. This is considered pretty mild now.”

The seven of them laughed, and Jungkook’s eyes drifted back to the karaoke stage. You stood there gripping the mic like it was first and your last time to sing on earth, dressing casually with your hair up in a bun and wearing a hoodie too big for your frame and ripped jeans.

“She actually can sing,” Taehyung said almost surprised. “Do we mind it?” Jihoon asked. “Not at all,” Seokjin replied with a grin, “This is entertainment.” They followed Jihoon to their table not far off the centre of the restaurant, plenty of space for seven people and an open view of the karaoke corner, and took their seats.

“She doesn’t sound drunk,” Hoseok observed after a minute. “But she sounds furious,” Namjoon murmured. “It’s tragic actually,” Seokjin chuckled shaking his head.

As they skimmed the menu and called over a server, your song ended, but instead of sitting back to your table, you stayed there, flipping through the tablet to pick another track. Your friends, seated on couches on the left hand side of the stage with drinks in hand, cheering as the first notes of Red played.

Jungkook leaned forward in his chair, his chin resting in his palm as he watched you. “What?” Taehyung asked, nudging him. “Nothing,” Jungkook said.

The server arrived and started writing their orders; bulgogi, kimchi pancakes, seafood stew, and some soju to kick things off. But even after the server left, no one really turned their attention away from the stage. Now you were pacing the tiny karaoke platform, hand gestures as expressive as the notes coming out of your throat.

And Jungkook somehow just couldn’t take his eyes off you.

The food came quickly but no one minded waiting. It helped that you were now singing Back to December, and Jihoon’s wife and your other friend joined you onstage. The three of you were jumping around, screaming lyrics into the mic, and laughing in between lines.

“Okay, they’re kinda iconic,” Jimin admitted taking a sip of soju. “This should be a show, it can be called ‘therapeutic chaos’.” Yoongi glanced at Jungkook, who was still fixated on you. “You okay?” Jungkook blinked. “Huh?” “You’ve been staring at her like she’s a Rubik’s Cube.” “I just,” He scratched the back of his neck. “Just admit you think she’s pretty,” Seokjin said as he playfully elbowed Jungkook.

“You want her number already?” Taehyung teased. “No,” Jungkook replied too fast suddenly blushing in front of his hyungs. “I just don’t know a lot of people who are not singers that can stand in front of strangers and scream about heartbreak.”

“She’s drunk and doesn’t even know we’re here,” Jin reminded him. “She will eventually,” Jihoon said, walking back over with an extra plate. “Especially if she starts sobbing mid chorus. But you’ll have to pretend you didn’t see.”

“Who broke up with her, anyway?” Jungkook asked curiously. Jihoon grimaced, “Some finance guy. Met him once. Wore boat shoes to every hang out, you know the type.” Jimin nodded slowly, “The worst kind.” Taehyung leaned over and nudged Jungkook with his elbow, eyes sparkling like he just came up with the greatest idea in the world, “Maybe we should join them.” Jungkook turned to him, brows raised. “What?” “The karaoke. Come on, you saw the setlist they queued, Taylor Swift all night. You know any of her songs?” Across the table, Namjoon nearly choked on his soju, “You do realize they’re on a Taylor Swift karaoke night right? That’s girls territory. You don’t just join that.” “But we’ve been watching them for like fifteen minutes and she seems cool and chill. Plus she’s drunk” Taehyung said nodding towards you.

Jungkook, already watching you again, “I know august,” he said casually. “It was on repeat everywhere for awhile especially on August.” Taehyung tilted his head, “I know august by heart.” “But you guys are walking into a minefield. One wrong lyric and you’re the villain in their girl group.” Namjoon added while setting down his drink.

“Worse,” said Seokjin. “You become the guy from finance.” Everyone at the table groaned.

Still Jungkook pushed back his chair, “We’re not finance guys,” he said simply. “And we’re not doing All Too Well (10 Minute Version), we’ll survive.” “Let’s go,” Taehyung grinned as he stands up.

“Try to not get publicly executed,” Namjoon said. “This is going to be good,” Yoongi leaned back in his seat, watching the two of the youngest of the group walk toward the stage, “I give it five seconds before someone cries.” “Hopefully not Jungkook,” Hoseok said as he laughed.

You just wrapped your eight Taylor Swift song of the night and were trying to select your next song when a voice called out, “You’re doing great!” You blinked up from the karaoke tablet and found yourself face to face with Taehyung and Jungkook, standing just a few feet away.

It wasn’t exactly a surprise, Jihoon warned you BTS would be coming tonight and you have actually seen them before as they attended Jihoon and Dahyun’s wedding, but you did not expect them to actually approach you. You figured they would just stay in their own corner, drinking quietly like celebrities pretending to be normal people.

“Hi,” you said into the mic, your cheeks a little flushed. “I’m drunk. Sorry for the commotion.” You said as you waved clumsily towards their table and the rest of BTS waved back. Hoseok cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted, “You’re good! Finance bros are assholes anyway!”

You groaned as you turned towards the bar, “JIHOON!” you half yelled into the mic “Did you just air out my laundry to strangers?!” From behind the bar, Jihoon raised both hands like a man caught red handed. “They’re not strangers! They’re my friends!”

“She’s so funny,” Seokjin murmured back at the table sipping his drink. “She’s so gonna regret this in the morning,” Namjoon replied.

Meanwhile, Jungkook stepped closer to the mic. “Can we join you?” Your eyes widened. “Really? You want to join me?” “If you don’t mind,” he shrugs, “We were thinking of singing august?” “Oh my god,” you gasped dramatically, “It’s a duet! Or a three duet? What do you call it when there’s three people?”

“Trio!” Namjoon called out from behind.

“Yes, that!” you said while you point your finger at Namjoon.

“Okay, everyone, please welcome the best trio in Itaewon tonight, me, Jungkook, and Taehyung. We will now be performing august by Taylor Swift. Please clap first. I need the validation,” you turned your head to look at Taehyung and Jungkook before saying, “And they need the support.” 

From behind the bar Jihoon shouted “Y/n, you do remember, they are actual performers unlike you.” “No one asked for your opinion, Jihoon,” you shouted back at him.

Jungkook chuckled beside you before leaning in and whisper to Taehyung, “She’s actually adorable.”

Your friends clapped not long after and so did the other members. Hoseok even gave a whoop of encouragement while Jimin held up his phone to start recording.

“Regret. Regret is going to hit me like a train tomorrow,” you mumbled under your breath with a smile.

Jungkook leaned towards you and whispered, “Don’t worry. You’re killing it.”

And your heart did something strange.

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 | Masterlist

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Main Tags/Warnings: Idol!Jungkook, Foreigner!Reader, Major Fluff, established relationship, smut

Main Work :: Part 2

Short #1

Short #2

Drabble: Tired (NSFW)

Drabble: Touch

Drabble: Be Okay pt.1

Drabble: Be Okay pt.2

Drabble: Be Okay pt.3

Drabble: Wine

Drabble: Depending

Drabble: Craving

Drabble: Savoring

Drabble: Back To You (NSFW)

Drabble: Home(Sick)

Ask: Jealousy

Ask: Fighting

Ask: Breakup

Drabble: Promises pt.1

Drabble: Promises pt.2

Ask: Interview

Ask: Watching a movie (NSFW)

Ask: How did they meet?

Ask: How did JK confess?

Drabble: Grateful

Drabble: The things I do for you

Drabble: Toys (NSFW)

Drabble: Anger

Drabble: Bath (NSFW)

Drabble: Picturesque

Ask: Jealous

Ask: Getting Bam

Ask: MC getting jealous

Drabble: Forever

Ask: Soop

Character ask: How did Jungkook plan it?

Ask: Protective Bam

Character ask: Redo?

Ask: let the public know

Ask: Babytalk

Ask: Dramatic kook

Drabble: Clingy

Ask: Laugh

Drabble: Risky Birthday (NSFW)

Drabble: Sweetest Kiss (NSFW)

Drabble: Back Out

Ask: Mini drabble

Ask: Hiatus

Character Ask: Wedding?

Ask: Accident

Ask: Accident pt.2

Drabble: Something New

Short: Perilla Leaf Drama (NSFW)

Ask: Tour

Ask: Boner (NSFW)

Ask: Jealous MC 2

Ask: Birthday

Ask: Random drabble

Ask: Pain

[borathae]

BTS Reaction: Breakfast in Bed

Anonie said: Sibiuuu I'm back 😚😚😚 thank you so much for all the other reactions, I'm so happy yippiee 😚 neow listen kween 👉🏾👈🏾 Bangtan's reaction to getting breakfast in bed? I just think it would be so fluffy and sweet 👉🏾👈🏾

Genre: Fluff

Gender: not-specified

Wordcount: 3k

a/n: anonie my love! this is exactly the kind of content I lose my shit over gaaah i LOVE!! this got so insanely fluffy and romantic i'm so happy but also omgmgm listen 😔 the thought of having a lover? and surprising them with breakfast in bed? i cry because it's not my reality 😔

Namjoon

CW: hinted “night after” trope, bsf2l!AU

This is the first time he stays at your place. You and he aren’t new per say. As a matter for fact, you were best friends before you became more. Namjoon always said that friends can’t become lovers until he fell for you. Namjoon was also at your place before, many times actually, but he never slept over. Especially not as your boyfriend. After a, well, after a very nice night. 

He traces the spots you touched last night, reminiscing with closed eyes how it was to be with you. Namjoon always thought that love making was only thing of movies. Sex stems from humans and humans are too flawed the create something as innocent as love making. Then he laid with you and felt your breath against his neck and Namjoon finally got it. 

He opens his eyes before his racing heart can overwhelm him. He sits up.

“Holy fuck”, he presses out, touching his own chest to make sure that he was still alive. His heart never raced as much before. So this is how it feels like.

You have some books on the bedside table. Namjoon reaches for one of them in order to distract himself from the massive butterflies in his stomach. He begins reading, glasses perched atop his nose while his tummy continues to tingle.

The books is about philosophy and art. No wonder he fell for you. An art exhibition is only truly enjoyable when he visits it with you. Philosophy only really makes him want to think if he knows that he can share his thoughts with you later. Nature is truly only relaxing if he knows that you get to be next to him. Falling in love with you was as easy as breathing. 

“Hey, you’re awake.”

Namjoon lowers the book, giving you his full attention. His hair is messy, his glasses sit on his nose very prettily. He isn’t wearing a shirt, honey skin kissed by the sunlight entering your bedroom.

“I am. Good morning. Damn, you are really beautiful”, he says, tummy fluttering.

“Thank you. You are beautiful too.”

Namjoon watches you close the distance, “what are you carrying?”

“Breakfast. I thought I could impress you. You know, first night together and all that.” You explain, putting the tray on his lap. “Let me know what you think of it.”

Namjoon studies it, feeling lost for words. You aren’t his first relationship and yet you are the very first person to ever make him breakfast in bed. Well, except for his parents when he got sick as a kid, but this was totally not the same thing. 

“You’re quiet. Does this mean you don’t like it?” you ask quietly.

“What? No, I love it. I’m sorry, I just can’t believe it, that’s all.” 

“Wait till you taste it. I really put my whole breakfastussy into it.”

He cracks up, scrunching his eyes. You snicker, swaying from side to side giddily.

“If that’s the case, I have to try it. I’m sure it’s delicious.”

You put on some music in the meantime. It is the same vinyl you listened to last night. 

Your eyes meet shyly. His heart is racing as much as yours is. The memory of last night is so sweet.

“Is it okay if I put on some music?” you ask.

“It's more than okay. You're fucking perfect”, he assures you.

“Nice”, you return to bed, getting comfortable on your side. You sit cross-legged, snatching some of the food to snack on.

But Namjoon can’t concentrate on breakfast. All he sees is you.

He finally gets it. Namjoon finally goddamn gets it.

He takes your hand, squeezing it gently. You stop munching, meeting his eyes in curiousity.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks, thumb tracing your knuckles, “I know, first morning kiss and us being in the middle of eating and all, but maybe?”

You giggle, nodding your head. “Yeah, I’d really like to kiss you too”, you confess and close the distance to do exactly that.

Seokjin

“Wakey wakey to some brekkie”, you coo, entering the bedroom with a tray full of food. 

Seokjin, your boyfriend and occasional private chef, gawks at you in surprise as the roles are reversed this morning. He was already awake, scrolling on his phone, when you entered the bedroom. 

“You made me breakfast?” he asks, voice dripping in disbelief.

“I did and it’s your favourite. Now careful, there’s lots on there.”

Seokjin stares in pure shock, feeling his heart speed up. His ears are flushed. 

“Wow, I mean, wow. I love it, but why?”

“Why? Because I want to treat you, that’s why.”

“I see”, he murmurs and lowers his head shyly, ear flushing even harder. “Thank you, wow.” 

You snicker, climbing on bed.

“Now try it, pookie. Before it gets cold.”

“I don't even know where to start. Everything looks so good.” 

“Maybe this? I made it with extra love.”

“Wah, you and your cheesy lines.”

You laugh, “I learned from the best”, you tease, nudging his soft cheek.

Seokjin lets you because you are the only person he allows touching his face. Because he loves you and trusts you. And because your touch is always placed so gently. 

“Then I guess I have to start with this”, he says and picks up the chopsticks.

You snicker beside him, making him sneak a glance at you. You are so adorable to him right now. 

Seokjin lowers the chopsticks, meeting your eyes. He looks at you in ways you have never seen on him. Serious, intense and deeply in love. 

“What?” 

“Just making sure that this is real. You’re so perfect.”

“Be quiet.”

You fluster, lowering your head. The racing of your heart increases when he tilts your head back up with two fingers under your chin. His brows are lifted in a gentle invitation to open your mouth and take the bite he offers. 

Of course you take it, heart truly losing it when he wipes the corner of your mouth and licks his finger. 

Whatever happened to your goofy boyfriend right now, please don’t let it end. Don’t misunderstand, you love his dorky side, but this is changing you as a person. He is so attractive right now.

“Is it yummy?” he asks, gazing at your lips as he caresses your chin.

“It is. Wow, you just made my heart race.”

Seokjin grins lopsidedly and leans closer, “good.” He whispers and kisses your lips with such seriousness and emotion that your heart begins racing yet again.

Yoongi

Yoongi is already awake when you enter the bedroom. He is staring at the wall, trying to come alive on the lazy Saturday this way. Like most mornings, his hair is dented at the back and sticks up messily. It’s a cute look especially paired with his puffy cheeks and barely open eyes.

“Oh? You’re awake? Perfect. Brb”, you say after sticking your head into the room to check on him.

Yoongi acknowledges you with a hum and smacks his lips. He sits, waiting curiously for you to come back while his sleepy eyes run over the dimly lit room. 

You return with something in your hands and a goofy grin on your lips.

“Good morning, darling.”

“What’s this?” his voice is still raspy from sleep.

“Breakfast in bed. It’s raining today and I wanted to be romantic.” You put the tray on his lap. “Tada.”

Yoongi scans his eyes over the array of his favourite breakfast food. You even made him an iced Americano and put together a small flower bouquet with flowers from the garden. 

Yoongi feels so giddy that he could burst. But he is also a little shy about being openly giddy (and very sleepy), so he sits and stares while his heart races unbearably. 

“What do you think?” you ask him, running your fingers through his hair.

“You did this for me?” he sounds in disbelief. 

“Of course I did.” You peck his cheek. “You deserve it and I love you.”

“Thank you. This makes me so happy”, he says and begins eating with flushed cheeks and a giddy smile.

“And? Is it good?” 

“It is. I love breakfast”, he gushes and puts his arm around your waist to pull you close. 

You sit down on the edge of the bed, giggling happily when he kisses your cheek. His eyes sparkle in adoration once he pulls back.

“Thank you for this. I’m very happy.”

“It's because I love you.”

“I love you too.” He closes his eyes and rests his head on your shoulder, giving your waist a soft squeeze, “Thank you.”

You love how Yoongi shows affection, melting in fondness. You hug his head, giving it a little kiss.

“Anything for you, baby.”

Hoseok

“Happy birthday to you~ Happy birthday to you~” 

You are entering the bedroom singing and dancing. Hoseok, who is already awake and merely thought that you went for a shower, gawks at you with an open mouth and widened eyes. He even startled a little at first, still clutching his imaginary pearls.

“Happy birthday my Hobi babyyyy~ happy birthday to you.”

You stop by his side, grinning down at him. A purple birthday hat adorns your head. 

“Happy birthday, baby. I hope you’re hungry, I made you breakfast.”

Hoseok giggles, dropping into the sheets to kick his feet. He covers his face behind his hands, looking so adorable that you have to giggle with him. 

You love making him happy. Happiness suits him so well.

“Wow baby, I can’t believe it. This is perfect. I love it”, he gushes, sitting up so he could hug you. Very aggressively if one might add.

“Careful, the food.”

“Yeah, right. Sorry. Show me.”

You put the tray on his lap, eliciting another giggling fit from him. 

“I love it. Thank you. This is the best birthday ever.”

“And it is just the beginning. I have so much planned. So many presents to give you”, you say and lean down to hug him, giving him a big smooch as you do, “I’m gonna treat you like a king today, baby.”

Hoseok leans into your embrace, closing his eyes for it and squeaking giddily.

“Thank you so much. Wow, wait. I need to take pictures. And videos!”

“Do that, my cutie.”

Jimin

CW: hinted "night after" trope but make it flirty

He is supposed to stay in bed and let you surprise him. But of course he doesn’t. Although you made sure to sneak out before he wakes up, you suddenly find yourself in the kitchen with his arms around you and his chest against your back.

“Mhhm smells like breakfast. I’m so hungry already”, he purrs sleepily, using his lower register for it as his soft lips nibble on your neck. He rubs your tummy and waist softly, “what are we making?”

“You are not making anything, you are supposed to be in bed. Goddamn it, my plans are ruined.”

“What plans?” 

“I wanted to use your sleeping-in-tendencies to my advantage and make you breakfast in bed. But of course you have to wake up timely today.”

Jimin chuckles, kissing your ear. 

“I’m sorry. Last night knocked me out deep enough that I feel well rested.”

“Noted. I know what to do next time I want you to relax.”

“Please do, I’ll turn into your devotee.”

You chuckle, but tingle a moment later when Jimin sucks on your skin gently.

“Last night was amazing”, he purrs, kissing a path up to your ear so he could tickle it with his lips, “was it good for you too?”

“It was and you’re teasing”, you say, barely wanting to keep your eyes open. He feels so good.

“I’m not. I’m reminiscing.”

“You are totally teasing”, you laugh, “and you’re not supposed to. You’re supposed to go back to bed. I’m almost done.”

“But the kisses.”

“No buts. Breakfast in bed.”

“At least let me carry something. It’s the least I can do after ruining the surprise.”

“No. Back to bed now. I’m the one to romance you today.” You turn around and shove at his bared chest gently. “Hop, hop. I’m not asking again.” 

Jimin takes your hands and pulls them to his lips for a kiss, giving you flirty eyes.

“One kiss before I leave, to thank you for cooking.”

“Fine, one kiss. And then I’m sending your cute butt back to bed.”

Taehyung

He knows that you are awake, floating in a state between sleep and awareness. The sound of you doing something in the apartment is his background music, increasing the cozy state he is in. The bedroom windows are open, letting in the warm morning breeze. The curtains dance in the wind and the sun shines onto his skin. He isn’t wearing a shirt because he gets hot easily. The sun feels really good. Warm. It’s a nice, deep warmth. The kind of warmth which gets rid of muscle aches.

Life couldn’t get any better than this. You suddenly enter the bedroom and life actually does get better than this. A lot better. 

“Oh crap, your eyes are open”, you say, halting in your once confident steps.

Taehyung smiles at the view of you, “good morning.”

“Good morning, hey. You weren’t supposed to be awake yet.”

“Why not?”

“Because I wanted to surprise you.”

“With what?”

You pull flowers from behind your back.

“For me?” he gasps and sits up, stretching his arms out to you. 

“Yeah for you. I meant to put them on the bedside table next to you, so you’d wake up to them”, you explain as you trott to his bedside and put the flowers on their planned spot. You pout.

“But they’re so beautiful. Don’t be sad.” He assures you in a soft spoken voice, holding your hand. “I love them.”

“My surprise though. It’s ruined.”

He kisses your knuckles, “no, it’s not. It’s the most perfect surprise ever.” 

“There’s even more.”

“More?” he sounds in disbelief, following you with widened eyes as you leave again.

“Soon.”

Taehyung gazes at the flowers while he waits for your return. His heart is racing. This is such a romantic surprise and he loves these kinds of surprises.

“Eyes closed”, you announce your return.

“They’re closed.”

“And no peeking.”

“I’m not.”

He listens to you come closer again, then suddenly feels a weight on his lap.

“Okay, open them.”

Taehyung instantly gasps, eyes wide and tummy bursting in butterflies. 

“You made breakfast in bed?”

“I did.”

“Darling, oh my god. I don’t know what to say. This is…wow, it looks so yummy.”

You climb onto bed and sit down next to him, picking up a little strawberry which you tipped into whipped cream. 

“Open up.”

Taehyung takes in the strawberry with the cutest, most adorable expression, sending your heart into overdrive.

“Gosh, I have the cutest boyfriend ever”, you gush, caressing his cute little cheeks. 

Taehyung scrunches his nose giddily, leaning into your touch. His eyes are sparkling. 

“Open up. I’m feeding your adorable butt today.”

Taehyung giggles, letting it happen with a racing heart. He loves when you pamper him.

Jungkook

You and he went out with his friends last night. It got late and the two of you got drunk. He stayed over at your place, sleeping with no shirt on and his hair a total mess. Judging by how loudly he snores, he must be sleeping very well. You slept well too, despite the alcohol. Luckily for you, or perhaps because of your clever precautions of drinking lots of water, you don’t feel hungover. Just hungry. Really hungry. But you are also lazy and don’t want to leave bed. You have been staring at your boyfriend obsessively ever since you woke up.

You are so lucky. He is so handsome and he was so lovely last night. He kept close to you at all times and made sure you felt welcome with his friends by always including you in the conversation. He even borrowed you his jacket when you got cold and held your hand as you walked home. 

Jungkook snores especially loudly next to you, startling himself awake with it. He lifts his head, staring at the sheets with empty eyes.

“Good morning”, you chuckle, ruffling his hair.

“Hmhornming isf imf snorim ismsloud”, he mumbles something unintelligible and drops into the pillow again. His eyes close. His lips part. He fell back to sleep. He is so funny without even trying.

“Okay, you’re a sleepy head. Guess I gotta eat without you”, you decide and roll out of bed. 

Breakfast is prepared quickly and you return with your tray of food. You just about sat down when Jungkook lifts his head again. He is frowning sleepily, pouting.

“Good morning. Again”, you tease.

“Food?”

“Yes, this is food.”

“For me?”

“Do you want food?”

He nods his head. You already knew that he wouldn’t last long next to the smell of food, but this is a new record of how quickly he wakes from it. Doesn’t matter, you already prepared his tray in the kitchen.

“Sit up then.”

Jungkook obeys, grumbling and groaning as he does.

“Hungover?”

“Little.”

“This should help. Here we go.”

“Thanks.”

You leave the room to get his tray (which is now your tray because you gave Jungkook the first one) and return to Jungkook munching on his breakfast happily. His hair is a mess and his eyes are still puffy, but he looks happy. And a lot less hungover. 

You get on bed next to him, halting in your attempt to eat when he stubs your arm with his fingers.

He is looking at you with the puppiest puppy eyes ever.

“Yes?” 

“Did I take your food?”

“No, I planned for both of us.”

“You can have more if you want to.”

“It’s perfect for me. Just eat, baby.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really. Eat, baby.”

Jungkook holds your hand, “thank you for this. And for last night. I really appreciate everything you do for me and I love spending time with you.”

“I love it too, baby.”

He squeezes your hand, “and I love you.”

“Wow, you.” You and he didn’t exchange the big L-word yet. “You really mean it?”

“I mean it. A lot.”

“Kook, wow. I love you too.”

[onlyswan]

summary: in which there is never enough time to be in love but jungkook is a 24/7 lover. (part one)

idol!jk x afab!reader / fluffy fluff with a dash of angst / word count: 3.6k

warnings/content: jungkook takes a day off and surprises oc <3 ; he's veryyy touchy; he gives oc's boobie a lil bite lol this guy ; s*xual innuendos; one (1) spank; oc comforts him :(; bam is home too!!; family is complete

→ in which masterlist!

note: smth short and sweet so i can recover from dreamboat loool missed my babies sm <3 as always reblog and/or feedback is very much appreciated! <3

p.s. i'm also redoing my iw taglist so pls comment/send an ask if you want to be (re)/added!

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“baby? i’m home.”

you’re confident to say that you’d never mistake jungkook’s voice for anyone else’s. and on that note, you must be dreaming of him— the voice of an angel, the calloused palms cupping your cheeks… the audible and damp kisses delicately being peppered all over your face. everything feels so real. too real. just like how it used to be.

it hasn’t been long since you last saw him. you communicate and meet whenever it’s possible, no matter how short the time he is allowed to dedicate. still, you miss him all the time, everyday. you keep telling yourself it’s not that bad. time is passing by faster than you feared. but this whole set-up is foreign and daunting. and you miss him. you miss him all the time. that must be why you’re dreaming. 

when you open your eyes in the morning, you’ve come to expect nothing more than the view of the plain white ceiling, or the sunlight peeking from behind the curtains. 

so why are you gawking at jungkook’s face?

he smiles from ear-to-ear, bunny teeth and crinkles around his eyes— you can’t be mistaken. it’s him. it feels as though your heart has been shocked and revived. 

“jungkook!” you gasp.

you startle your own self when you abruptly throw your arms around him. he tries to hold you up, but you’re far too ecstatic for your own good, inexplicable joy thrumming in your veins and fireworks bursting in your ribcage. you squeal and jump up and down on the bed like a little kid on christmas morning; jungkook hugs you back tighter than he has ever done before, protecting you from the fall and crash.

“oh my god, you’re here! you’re here!”

“yes, i’m here-” he laughs in amusement. “ow shit, settle down- wow, it’s so early. why are you so energetic-”

“i missed you!” you briefly pause for oxygen. “so much! i’m never letting go of you again!” 

“wow!” he makes a dramatic wheezing sound. “that much, baby? you missed me that much?” 

“that much!” 

you draw back with a pout, just enough so you can look at each other, nodding your head probably too fast— you’re almost dizzy. adrenaline tide calming into waves, you’re catching your breath.

are you certain that this is not your imagination playing tricks on you?

“you’re here…” you slowly say. it’s only registering to your whiplashed brain. there is barely any feeling in your arms as you touch his face, an attempt at separating wishful thinking and reality. “why are you here?”

“why else?” he grins toothily. “because you said you were missing me.” 

your attempt at forming words is rudely interrupted. he steals a kiss, this thief… hard and hungry, keeping you in place by his palm cradling the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair. 

he pulls away with a satisfied hum, tongue darting out to swipe over his lips. “and because i was missing you more.” 

for a moment, you gaze at each other in silence. you’re still neck deep in disbelief and euphoria. that kiss took your breath away. under the circumstances, you shall yield and admit that he misses you more. he requests for developed photos of you when you come visit. that’s something you never imagined you’d have to do. 

he tries to tame your messy hair, smoothing it down until he’s holding your cheeks lovingly. “i mean, what else was i supposed to do? i miss waking up to this pretty face everyday.” 

you pucker your lips in response, demanding for a kiss. this earns a chuckle from him before he grants your wish. an unintelligible noise of joy escapes your mouth as you jump and hug him again. it is shortly followed by a yelp when he whisks you off the bed without warning, spinning you ‘round and ‘round… ‘round… and ‘round… and…

your laughter soon transforms into horror. 

“jungkook!” you scream with your eyes squeezed shut and your legs curled around his waist. “okay! stop it! i’m getting dizzy!” 

the crazy bastard keeps on giggling as if he doesn’t hear a thing. you always expect these reunions to be so emotional, but when jungkook is here, it feels as though he never left.  

“jungkook!” 

you hook your leg around his, causing the two of you to collapse on the soft mattress. you land on top of him with a whimper. you breathe out a sigh, relieved that the nausea-inducing ride is over.

“that was fun.” he speaks next to your ear; the sensation makes you squirm. 

“it was,” you push yourself up to search for more air, a little sweaty after yours and jungkook’s hyperness took control of your bodies. “for the first five seconds.” 

you’re now properly straddling him, ass on his crotch. it’s accidental, but nothing new. nay, comfortable. this level of proximity won’t feel like intimacy with somebody else. goddamn, you missed your boyfriend so much. 

a big, sleepy yawn zaps your attention from him. you cover your face with both hands, wandering into the darkness for a little while. you find that your mind is devoid of any thought. perhaps you’re more overwhelmed than you let on. 

“missed this view too…” he reveals amidst the haze, a distinct change in the tone of his voice. 

there they are— the butterflies in his stomach, slaves to you and only you. he breathes through his parted lips as he caresses your thighs with tenderness bleeding from his fingertips, your skin so smooth and soft in contrast to his calloused palms. his lips curve into a drunken smile when you graze his greedy hands, as though granting them permission, before they slip inside the magenta velvet of your night dress. the material bunches over his forearms as he reaches for your hips. it leaves almost nothing to the imagination (in his case: memory). his attention is stolen by your cotton panties. light taupe. decorated by white polka dots. 

“this one’s new.” he comments.

you peer down to figure out what he meant. right, he’s never seen this before. “surprise! you like it?”

“yes, it’s cute.” he toys with the little ribbon at the center of the waistband. “you rarely get this color.”

“thanks. i think my taste is changing.”

“really?”

“mhmm…” 

his hands venture up to your waist, kneading at the flesh and reacquainting with the feel of you. he’s been pissed off at the thought of forgetting what it feels like to touch you, knowing your body like the back of his hand. he hasn’t been away from you for extended periods of time since their last tour. that was years ago. 

for maximum comfort, he sits up and pulls his shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor. “let’s move here.” he carries you with him, back comfortable leaning against the headboard, while you remain sitting pretty on his lap. “bam was sleeping on my side of the bed when i arrived.”

“huh…?” you blink. 

“you didn’t know?”

you shake your head innocently, a tad distracted by your eyes roaming his naked torso. he looks absolutely ravishing as ever. did something already change from the last time you saw him? 

“i tucked him into his bed last night.”

you visited bam at the training facility after work yesterday, but he kept trying to follow you as you were leaving. your fragile heart caved and you brought him home for the weekend. you texted jungkook about it but he didn’t respond; as much as that made you sad, you figured he was just tired or he used his phone time to talk to his family. 

you spent the whole night playing with bam and watching his favorite dog entertainment channel on youtube. the house wasn’t dead silent for once. you fell asleep together on the couch until you woke up at 2am and tucked him and yourself into your respective beds. it was easy to fall back to sleep after, but it felt weird that you didn’t need an audiobook or hours of calming sounds of nature. 

you’re not whining. there have been a lot of sunny and happy days. you have wonderful people in your life who act as your support system in their own unique ways, but jungkook and bam… they’re your family. you made your peace with no longer having one, but now that you’ve built your own, having to be apart from them makes your heart ache. 

“did he sneak in to sleep next to you? he does that now?” he makes a surprised face. “what’s this? i’m so jealous of him!”

a pinch in your heart. 

you try your best to conceal a frown, but your poor choice of words paints your disappointment. “you’re not-” you avoid his eyes. “staying the night?”

“yah, you don’t have to look so sad. i can stay, baby.”

“you can?” your face lights up. 

“for you, i’ll make it happen.” he cheeses, affectionately tapping the tip of your nose like it’s a button to make you smile. “i’m only working hard in there to earn more days off, you know that?”

that makes you frown.

“babe, don’t do that…” you whine, shaking his shoulders. “you don’t need to work so hard. only do what is required of you. i just want you to be healthy.”

“no… just let me.” he replies with finality. “i need… i need a reason. you’re the reason why i’m still hanging in there, and i don’t want to miss another anniversary.” 

he bats his eyelashes. 

“being your boyfriend is my favorite job in the whole world.”

and how are you supposed to argue with one of his most heart-fluttering, most wholesome lines yet? 

you sigh in defeat. “then you can rest when you’re with me.” 

“i love you.”

“i love you, too.” 

you lean in to kiss him, but are interrupted when he yawns. your forehead ends up resting against his as you giggle uncontrollably at the unexpected and hilarious view of his open mouth. 

“sleepy?”

he bows his head in embarrassment, body vibrating with laughter. “i couldn’t sleep because i was so excited. i wanted to talk to you last night but i was so sure i’d spoil the surprise.” 

“of course you couldn’t.” you giggle, removing yourself from his lap while tugging at the collar of his shirt. “come here. let’s sleep some more.”

you lie down on the bed facing each other. jungkook moans in contentment as you engulf him in your embrace, nuzzling his face against your chest. he can smell your body wash, sweet and clean. that— that isn’t new. every muscle in his body decompresses. he needed this, needed you. desperately. tremendously. you pull the thick and warm blanket over yourselves and he melts. while he wishes he was taller, he knows he is still of considerable height. he’s been bulking up, getting stronger than before too. but he doesn’t give a fuck about those at the moment. he’s not even aware. his body fits perfectly with yours— that’s all he knows. oh… he’s melting. but it doesn’t feel like he’s being reduced. he has everything to gain. this is heaven on earth.

he opens his eyes into an awful squint, faced by your cleavage spilling out from the neckline of your night dress. there’s this urge he can’t ignore. it’s not spelt out in his mind, he rather feels like his body is having a fit. next thing he knows, he’s carefully sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of the swell of your boob. he stays still for a few seconds, and then pulls away once he deems himself satisfied. he wipes your skin with his thumb incase he left some saliva, innocent eyes peeking up at you huffing out a quiet laugh. 

“you sure that’s all you needed?”

“i’ll devour you later.” he smirks, blinking sluggishly. “i’m tired but just you wait. i’ll go all night!”

“not if i beat you to it…” you tease, having plans of your own. you want to make him feel good. you’ve been going insane thinking about it. “missed you.”

“alright then, let’s do it at the same time.” he says suggestively. 

“you know i have a hard time focusing when we do that.” you huff.

“eh, so? not me.” he chuckles. “i think you do a really great job, though?”

“…still! go easy on me a little bit so i can do better.”

“it’s not a competition, baby.” he squeezes your waist affectionately. “plus, i don’t think i’d be able to control myself once i get a taste.”

“jungkook!” you whine, growing flustered. 

he laughs out loud, giving your ass a quick spank that resounds through the walls of the bedroom. 

it becomes silent again after that.

the tip of your nails graze his scalp with repeated movements, more so for your amusement, but he is practically purring. you can’t imagine your arm being a comfortable pillow either, but he is doing great at making it appear so.

“i realized something.”

“what is it?”

“i really can’t live without you.” he confesses earnestly, then looks up at you with raised eyebrows. “don’t say anything. i know you’ll say something like ‘yes, you can!’”

“i was not. i liked hearing you say it.” you stifle a giggle. “but i’m not going anywhere. you know that.”

“i don’t doubt that.” he sighs with a heavy chest. “sometimes i just get a bit worried that you’d get tired of waiting.” 

this isn’t the first time in your relationship that he’s voicing out this fear, but the difference between then and now is stark. with the disconnection, there was a part of you that expected it to resurface. 

“babe,” you gently tilt up his face, locking your sincere and love-filled eyes with his. “we’re okay. i’ve loved you since i was 18. this? this is nothing. you’re a part of me, so you’re always with me. and i know you keep me with you too.”

you wear a brave face. you hope that he believes your words as much as you do, because no matter how many boulders the universe throws down your path, all you ever think about is how you and jungkook will surmount them. together. he is your partner after all.

“we’ll get through it like we always do, baby boy.”

jungkook nods and smiles, doe eyes glittering. you love making that happen. “sorry, i think i scared myself when i read stories on the internet.” 

“our story is different!”

the two of you burst into a fit of giggles.

“no, seriously-” he cackles, a little breathless.

“we’re one of a kind!” you keep the joke running. you want to keep making him laugh, even if it’s only for a few seconds longer. 

“we’ve gone through so much bullshit. not everyone would fight as hard as we did!” jungkook passionately agrees with the same intensity. “you’re right, we always make it work. we’ll get through it like we always do.”

“trust me,” you charmingly implore him. “when was i ever wrong?”

“never!” he immediately shakes his head. “…atleast not about the things that matter.”

“okay,” you shrug. “i’ll take it.”

“goodnight kiss, please.” he cutely pleads.

wild guess: he went home to be babied. not that you’re complaining. this is miles better than having to wrestle him over who gets to be the big spoon. you love giving love. when your heart stops beating, it would be great to celebrate how much you were loved, but you also wish to be remembered as a person who gave love until their last breath. 

“goodnight, my love.” you coo, well aware that the sun has risen. 

you plant a tender kiss on his forehead. the complaint bubbling in his throat is swallowed when you lean in closer to reach his lips. with his wish fulfilled, he flutters his eyes closed and snuggles as close to you as possible, real and proper rest finally within his grasp. he basks in your warmth and the tranquilizing silence— his breathing steady and his heart at its calmest. beautiful things enter his mind. you are the sun on the first spring day; the clouds that go with him no matter the distance; the waves that kiss the shore and never fail to come back. he heals in places he didn’t know he was hurting. 

“hold on, where is bam then?”

“his house. i gave him some treats then he slept again…” his voice comes out muffled. he sniffles jokingly. “the reaction was kind of underwhelming. i think he didn’t miss me as much.” 

“of course he’d choose that over a human.”

“i bribed him too early.” he laments.

“wait…” he feels you come to a still. “i think he’s coming.”

he opens his eyes and copies you in focusing on the familiar sound of bam’s paws clicking against the floor. the mattress quakes and he lifts his head to find the dog climbing over your bodies. 

he’s seriously a large and tall dog. 

“bam, what are you doing here?!” 

bam tilts his head and stares back at jungkook, tail wagging as his dad laughs and pets him on the head down to his back. 

“he’s so adorable.” you squeal quietly, joining in and scratching under his chin. “i love you, bam.” 

bam’s eyes switch to you. he slowly lowers his head, giving your hand a tentative lick as if to show appreciation but he’s also worried that it would prompt you to stop.

“he’s gotten real heavy, huh?”

“he’s got some big muscles like you.”

“of course! he got it from me.”

jungkook’s proud smile drops a little. it morphs into pure fondness once bam starts sniffing at him. he yelps and dramatically falls back, wiping his wet cheek with the back of his hand, but it’s game over once bam pants with excitement. bam chases his face to attack him with his love language. 

you watch the scene from the sidelines, laughing so hard that your sides are beginning to hurt. you wish you were recording. you wish that you never forget this. 

“okay, okay! you’re happy to see me! i see that now!” jungkook laughs, squeezing bam in a tight hug for a moment. 

the dog still refuses to relent, however. they almost look like they’re fighting to the death but the truth is they’re just smothering each other with affection. unbeknownst to them, you make a pained face when one of them accidentally hits your arm multiple times. nevermind, they were definitely both culprits. 

“____! save me!” your boyfriend cries out.

he bulldozes through bam and shoves himself into the tiny space he previously, and peacefully, occupied minutes before. he’s squeezing you so tight, nearly crushing you as he laughs with tears in his eyes. they affectionately call it his elmo laugh, the fans, which you adore just as much. 

you see it before you hear it. bam makes that face when he’s about to bark. your hush comes out at the same exact second as his barking. 

“this is so chaotic!” you try to project your voice louder than everybody else’s. 

jungkook’s laughs quieter but harder, if that makes any sense. 

you have an arm around jungkook that holds him taut and protected, while the other is busy with getting bam to settle down. you slide your palm across his fur in repeated motions, focusing on the spots that cause his eyes to flutter in relaxation.

“shhh, bam. it’s still too early. let daddy rest first. we can tire him out again later, okay?”

he settles on top of your bodies again. he has stopped moving around, but then he makes that face again, and you really love your healthy sense of hearing. 

“behave, bam-” you playfully squeeze his cheeks together before scratching under his chin. “my cutie bam. you can do that for me, right? you’re a good boy! i’m sure you understand.”

he abandons the urge to bark, suddenly fixing his position so you can also scratch at his chest. you almost snort at how funny he looked obeying you on accident because he is begging to be petted.

“that’s right. good job, bam.” you coo, sending him a pleased smile. “you’re so smart. you listen so well.” 

you whisper to jungkook. “it’s so cute when it looks like he really understands what i’m saying.”

“it’s the way you talk to him.” he answers quietly, placing tiny kisses along your collarbone. “you’re so sweet.” he almost forgot how good you are with bam. he just fell in love with you all over again. 

“but it’d be cooler if he does understand me.” you hum, moving your hand on bam’s head. he finally decides to flop down then. he rests his head over your waist, eyes seemingly inching closer to sleepiness. you sigh in relief. “go to sleep too, baby.”

jungkook breaks the silence a moment later.

“…did you mean me or bam?”

“you!” you chuckle. 

“oh-” he laughs at his own foolishness. his arm that is supposed to be hooked around your waist rests over bam’s body instead. he ruffles the dog’s fur softly. “let’s all go to sleep.”

you let out a yawn in response to that. you sniffle, murmuring tiredly. “i love you, baby… your surprise made me so happy. i’ll make it up to you too.”

“i love you more…”

jungkook lifts his head and finds that you have closed your eyes. your chest rises and falls in a calm rhythm. bam is closely following you into dreamland. 

heavens, what he wouldn’t give so he could stay here forever and never leave again. 

his eyes are heavy with exhaustion, hot with sleepy tears, but he fights his own body to stay awake. with all his might, he gazes in awe at the beauty of a life with you. he wants to always remember what is waiting for him at home.

[cigarettesuga]

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ctrl + you ୨ৎ ( jjk )

✸⠀⠀PREMISE ⠀⠀፧⠀⠀ jungkook might be a popular streamer, but you’re the one who really knows how to keep things running smoothly—especially when it comes to surviving the world’s most chaotic co-op kitchen. between failed dishes, bossy instructions, and nail polish updates, you and your very loud, very pink-thumbed boyfriend rediscover just how fun losing can be when you're doing it together.

featuring⠀streamer!jungkook x f!reader genre fluff, slice of life, domestic chaos wc⠀3.26k warnings mild swearing, excessive yelling (mostly about digital food) navi

lu's note⠀this one flew by so fast and i honestly had so much fun writing it—i really hope you enjoy reading it just as much <3

⠀⠀

the sound of his voice travels down the hallway before she even makes it to the door.

a low, familiar hum that rises and falls in rhythm with his laughter, overlapping with the click of his mouse and the occasional alert sound of a new subscriber. his room glows like a spaceship in the dark—soft blues and violets from the LED strips along the shelves, the faint reflection of his monitor flickering across the floor. she pauses outside the door for just a second, fingertips brushing the edge of her hoodie pocket, wondering if her being there would feel like an interruption.

it’s not the first time she’s been on one of his streams. far from it. over the years she’s wandered in with a bowl of ramen, dropped off bubble tea, or popped in just long enough to lean into frame and mutter something about him needing to sleep. jungkook's fans had grown used to her presence like a rare easter egg—unexpected, unscheduled, but highly anticipated. it was never official, never a whole “hey, meet my girlfriend” kind of moment. just little slices of reality tucked between frames.

tonight, though, was different. he’d invited her to play.

“you don’t have to,” he’d said earlier, sprawled across the couch with his cheek pressed against her thigh, his phone forgotten on his chest. “i just thought it’d be fun. you know, like old times.”

she did know. back before he started streaming regularly, back when gaming nights meant her legs in his lap and his headset half on, half off because he wanted to hear her laugh while he played. they’d played everything together—overcooked, stardew, phasmo, smash—and lost most of it. neither of them were particularly good at co-op games, but they made a hell of a team in all the ways that mattered.

still, the idea of actually joining the stream, live, with his whole chaotic chat watching, made her stomach flutter. not in a bad way, just in that i-hope-i-don’t-do-anything-stupid kind of way.

four years in, and it still made her heart beat a little faster, hearing him talk like that—animated, playful, completely unaware of how many people were hanging on every word. and how many of them lit up whenever she appeared.

“no, no, i swear i didn’t rage quit—i got disconnected,” jungkook’s voice pipes through the open crack of the door, scandalized. “i don’t quit games. i finish them. with honor.”

his chat, as always, has other ideas.

sunnybun89: sure jungkook. "disconnected" milkthief97: someone clip the controller toss yoongsminnie: y’all remember when he screamed at the lettuce?? we know this man quits taenylights: 💀💀💀

she stifles a laugh, her hand finally wrapping around the doorknob. pushing it open just enough to peer inside, she finds him leaned back in his chair, headset slightly askew, eyes crinkled from laughing too hard at whatever meme someone just sent him. his knee’s bouncing restlessly under the desk, like it always does when he’s excited. he hasn’t even touched a game tonight.

maybe that’s why she’s nervous. this wasn’t her usual kind of drop-in, some stealthy delivery of snacks with a quick kiss to the top of his head before slipping back out. he’d asked her to stay for a bit tonight, casually. said something about a chill stream, no pressure, no games—just him talking to chat and maybe them doing “something dumb together” if she felt like it.

"hold on—guys, i think i heard something," jungkook says, craning his neck theatrically toward the door like he’s in a horror movie.

his chat instantly floods with drama.

meowmori: oh god is it THE girlfriend y/ntruthers: 👀👀👀👀 lettucelover420: if she’s bringing snacks i’m gonna cry jiminnycricket: protect her at all costs

"babe?" he calls out, voice tilting up with an expectant smile. "you creeping around or you gonna come say hi?"

caught.

she steps inside, cheeks warm despite herself. he swivels in his chair just a little, just enough to meet her with that look he always gives her when she walks into the room—like he still can't believe she exists. like she’s more interesting than anything else currently happening in the world, chat be damned.

"wasn't creeping," she mumbles, coming over to perch on the edge of the armrest, knees bumping his. "was deciding if i wanted to deal with your fan club tonight."

he laughs, low and amused, one hand coming to rest on her thigh without thinking. chat loses it immediately.

yeonjunz_leftsock: THE HAND???? saranghaseyo_bye: stop it this is TOO much paintedjk: look at them 😭😭😭 namuplantmom: i need someone to touch my leg like that rn

“you okay?” he asks, quietly, his voice dipping a little lower now that she’s closer.

she nods, tucking her legs up so she’s curled toward him, one hand drifting over to toy with the edge of his sleeve. “just nervous.”

he tilts his head. “why?”

she shrugs. “i dunno. feels different when it’s not, like... just passing through.”

he smiles, soft and open, brushing a thumb over the hem of her hoodie. “you don’t have to do anything. just be here. they like you more than me anyway.”

chat agrees. loudly.

user3495: SHE’S THE MAIN CHARACTER meowmori: this stream peaked the second she walked in namjoonielover: THE CHAOS DUO RETURNS milkthief97: PEEP THE NAILS GUYS HE’S WHIPPED milkthief97: JK LOOKS SO SOFT RN I’M GONNA COMBUST

she snorts, “they’re too observant,” she muttered, plopping into the chair next to him. “how do they notice your nails from that angle?”

he lifted his hands dramatically, flashing the chipped pink polish proudly. “i told you we needed a touch-up.” he turned to her with a mock-serious expression. “what color next? i’m thinking... could you free-hand some sick sponge bob nail art?.”

“absolutely not.”

more screaming from chat. he looked delighted.

she adjusted her mic and settled in as he launched the game. overcooked 2. of course.

“just remember,” he said as the kitchen screen loaded. “we’re a team. we communicate. we don’t panic.”

the level started and he immediately ran headfirst into a wall.

she sighed. “off to a strong start.”

the first round ended with three stars and a high-five so dramatic it nearly knocked over the can of sparkling water perched beside his keyboard.

“okay—okay but did you see that coordination?” jungkook spun in his chair like they’d just won an esports championship, his headset cord twisting with him. “chef (y/n) in the building. gordon ramsay is shaking.”

she raised an eyebrow at him. “we made soup.”

“but it was a very good soup.”

“it was tomato and onion. that’s literally the tutorial.”

“i stand by my praise.”

she smiled despite herself, letting the corners of her mouth tug upward as he restarted the level screen and queued up the next one. the chat had slowed just enough to catch their breath before igniting again with rapid-fire commentary.

user777: she’s better than him i’m crying saranghaseyo_bye: JK U DIDN’T EVEN CHOP THE MUSHROOM jiminnycricket: did you guys practice before stream?? this is too smooth milkthief97: they’re flirting i’m gonna bite something

it was going a little too smoothly. the first couple of levels were basically structured chaos—easy recipes, short counters, plenty of time. and jungkook, bless him, was taking it so seriously. he was calling out orders, setting timers out loud like it was a real kitchen, and praising her like she’d just saved their digital restaurant from a Gordon Ramsay-induced shutdown.

“babe, that lettuce toss? so clean. olympic-grade.”

“you say that like it’s hard to throw a lettuce.”

“it is when the stakes are this high,” he said, eyes wide with mock urgency.

she laughed, soft and bright, but not before glancing directly at the camera like she was on The Office. it was the third time he’d praised her for something he was supposed to be doing. a few rounds ago, she was the designated chopper, he the runner. then mid-round, he’d randomly grabbed a pan, stood in the way, then tossed a tomato onto the floor with no explanation.

she gave him a look, then looked at the chat. the betrayal was gentle, but it was happening.

“you said you’d do dishes,” she murmured, half-laughing.

“i got distracted by the fire extinguisher.”

“there was no fire.”

“exactly. because i was ready.”

another eye-roll. another glance at the chat, which was now fully descending into chaos with her.

taenylights: he’s SUCH a menace omg namjoonielover: she’s trying not to break on camera i’m dead user777: the way she looked at us like ‘see what i deal with’ jiminnycricket: this is domestic bliss i can’t breathe

“next level’s got conveyor belts,” she said, shifting in her chair and cracking her knuckles. “are you ready for real teamwork?”

he scoffed, cracking his neck with the exaggerated flair of someone about to run a triathlon. “born ready.”

he was not, in fact, ready.

thirty seconds into the level, he had launched three buns into the trash by accident and was trying to plate a burger with no patty. she handed him a cooked meat and he placed it directly on the floor. then he stepped on it. then tried to serve it.

she paused. turned to the camera. stared.

it was the exact moment she knew everything was about to go straight into the fryer—literally.

“thank god this game is not ranked,” she muttered, handing him the correct plate.

he blinked. “wait— is not?”

chat exploded. she held in her laugh so hard she started hiccuping.

taenylights: THIS IS SO MUCH jiminnycricket: he stepped on the meat taenylights: SHE’S DOING HER BEST namjoonielover: jk please sir what are you doing

“i’m not bad at this game,” he defended, even as he ran full speed into a wall.

she said nothing. just calmly placed a sliced tomato on the plate and walked around him, like a woman used to surviving a daily disaster.

“you’re doing amazing, sweetie,” he added.

she passed him the fire extinguisher.

“i know.”

“okay,” she said, exhaling through her nose like she was about to go into battle. “this is attempt number five. five, jungkook.”

he nodded solemnly, barely hiding his grin. “fifth time’s the charm.”

“that’s not even the phrase.”

“no, but it feels right.”

she rolled her shoulders back, then pointed at him with the spatula icon hovering over her character. “this time, you’re doing exactly what I say. exactly. no freestyling. no creative liberties. no ‘let me just see what this button does’ moments. understood?”

he saluted. “yes, chef.”

“i swear to god, if you throw another bun into the trash—”

“won’t happen again.”

“—you’ll be on dish duty for the rest of the week. with a toothbrush.”

“ma’am, yes ma’am.”

chat was losing their minds.

saranghaseyo_bye: SHE’S TAKING NO BULLSHIT BEHAVIOR jiminnycricket: i need a sitcom of this dynamic sunnybun89: this is the most romantic threat i’ve ever heard taenylights: JK is just here for the vibes

the round started, and she immediately took charge.

“buns top left. patties in the middle. chop, cook, plate. rotate.”

“say less,” he said, already grabbing a tomato. wrong. already wrong.

“what did i just—jungkoooook.” she dragged his character back to the chopping board with her own. “we need buns.”

“i was getting ahead,” he explained, completely unbothered.

“you’re getting in the way.”

“teamwork makes the dream work,” he offered, accidentally pushing her off the ledge into the in-game river.

she went silent. very still. her character respawned. she walked straight to him and stood in front of his avatar.

“you’re testing me.”

“i would never,” he said brightly.

“if we don’t three-star this round, you’re meal-prepping for the next month.”

“but—”

“with broccoli.”

he gasped. “low blow.”

they made it almost halfway through the level in tense, glorious coordination. she was hyper-focused, calling out tasks with military precision, barking out instructions like they were about to be judged by gordon ramsay in person.

“plate that. plate it! no—why would you put the lettuce first?”

“i panicked!”

“you panic every round!”

“it’s part of my charm!”

she ran to grab a cooked patty, pivoted on the conveyor belt—and missed. her character fell off the ledge. again.

“this game is stupid!” she shouted, slamming the controller on her thigh. “this is the dumbest kitchen in existence! who builds a restaurant on a floating platform with moving walkways?! i’m suing.”

jungkook was wheezing, full-on folding in his chair, headset slipping sideways.

“you wanna take a break?” he choked out, covering his mouth, trying and failing to hold in his laughter.

“no.” she adjusted her mic. “i want to burn this kitchen to the ground.”

“that’s the spirit.”

saranghaseyo_bye: SHE’S GONE FERAL sunnybun89: JK IS WHEEZING user777: this is the most realistic couple content ever jiminnycricket: she needs a stress nap milkthief97: someone bring her cookies rn

he reached over and handed her the bag of gummy bears like it was an emergency kit. she took one silently, chewing with vengeance.

“i’m calm,” she said, flatly.

“you’re so calm,” he said, patting her knee like she was a soldier coming back from war.

the round ended. two stars. she blinked at the screen.

he grinned. “hey—better than last time.”

she stared at him. “don’t talk to me.”

he laughed again, leaned over, and kissed the top of her head.

“still love me?”

she sighed, pretended to debate it. “you’re lucky you’re cute.”

chat agreed. very loudly.

milkthief97: we are all lucky he’s cute user777: she deserves an award saranghaseyo_bye: please tell me they’re still playing sunnybun89: THIS STREAM IS GOLD

the kitchen was quiet, save for the low hum of the fridge and the sharp click of the water filter finishing its cycle. she leaned against the counter while the bottle filled, pressing the chilled condensation against one cheek with a soft hiss of relief. her face hurt from how much she’d been smiling. cheeks aching, eyes still damp from laughing too hard over a virtual kitchen fire. jungkook had managed to knock over an entire pan of cooked meat in the last round—on purpose, if she had to guess—and then claimed it was “a strategic sacrifice.”

she hadn’t stopped cackling since.

the whole night had unraveled into the kind of chaos that made her feel light. like the stress of the week had peeled off her skin and melted into the background, replaced by gummy bears, screaming, and the stupid clink of virtual dishes hitting cartoon countertops. she'd forgotten how much fun this was with him. not just the gaming—him. them. being together in this tiny bubble of nonsense where nothing was perfect but everything still felt right.

the bottle clicked softly as it filled. she capped it, rolling it between her palms on her way back down the hall, bare feet padding softly on the cool floor. jungkook’s voice drifted out before she turned the corner.

quieter now. not his usual animated stream voice. gentler. almost shy.

“she’s gonna kill me when she finds out i tanked that last round.”

her steps faltered, just outside the door.

he laughed to himself, low and sheepish. “i mean, not totally tanked. i just... maybe i missed a few plates on purpose. just wanted to play a little longer.”

she blinked. her fingers tightened on the bottle.

“also,” he added, with a softness she hadn’t heard all night, “she gets this look when she’s bossy. like, serious serious. all focused and mad but still smiling. it’s kinda hot.”

her stomach did a slow somersault.

“don’t tell her i said that.”

she leaned into the doorframe, out of frame but fully visible to herself now—cheeks flushed not just from laughter anymore, but from the quiet ache in her chest that bloomed whenever he did this. whenever he forgot anyone else existed. whenever he spoke about her like she wasn’t listening.

like loving her was easy. obvious.

she let the silence settle a beat longer, not wanting to break it too soon. he was still facing the screen, legs tucked under the desk, the edge of her pink polish peeking off his thumb where it had chipped. he was smiling softly, not to anyone in particular.

just to himself.

just about her.

she smiled too. something fond. something full.

“you talking shit?” she called lightly.

he jumped in his seat, flinching so hard his chair squeaked.

“you heard none of that,” he said quickly.

she stepped into frame, biting back a grin. “heard all of it.”

“...damn.”

she sat down beside him again, dragging the mic a little closer, brushing her hand over his as she got settled. his fingers curled against hers instantly, almost like it was reflex. like they were magnets.

“so,” she said, casual, teasing. “you think i’m hot when i yell at you?”

he made a face. “no comment.”

“you wanna play another round?”

he nodded, still pink at the tips of his ears. “only if you yell at me again.”

she laughed, leaning back in her seat with a fresh wave of warmth behind her ribs. her cheeks still hurt.

but now, for a slightly different reason.

the next round never launched.

the controller stayed on her lap, untouched. the chaos had quieted into something else now—something slow and steady, warm as the lamp light pooling over the desk and the static buzz of his monitor humming into the background.

he was still mid-sentence about something—probably teasing her for that last kitchen meltdown—but she didn’t respond. instead, she leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

not loud or performative. not for the chat. just… for him.

he blinked, surprised, then tilted his head slightly toward her like he was trying to make the moment last a little longer.

her hand found his next, the one resting by the mouse. her thumb brushed over the chipped pink polish on his nail. it was fading now, mostly from his bad habit of picking at the edges when he got distracted or flustered. there was a smudge on his pinky that looked like a heart if you squinted. she'd painted them while watching a movie two nights ago, both of them wrapped in one blanket and trying not to spill polish on the couch cushions.

she stared at the mess of it now like it meant something more.

“it’s coming off,” she murmured, almost absent.

“yeah,” he said, glancing down at their hands. “next week?”

she nodded. then, before he could offer a color, he added, “you should do it on stream.”

her eyes flicked up. “you want me to paint your nails on stream?”

he shrugged, grinning. “why not? you’re basically part of the channel now. might as well make it official.”

she looked back down at the chip on his thumbnail, running her finger over it once more.

“i was kinda thinking of lavender,” she said quietly.

his fingers curled around hers in response—gentle, sure, like he was anchoring her there.

he smiled that smile. the one only she ever really got to see.

“lavender it is, babe.”

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sleepwalking ● 1 | jjk

summary: due to unfortunate circumstances, you ended up managing your ex-boyfriend’s band. you thought you’ve both made peace with it, but suddenly he’s very eager to prove to you that first love never dies.

pairing: jungkook x fem!reader

genre: rockstar!jungkook / exes to lovers / fluff / angst / smut (in later chapters)

warnings: explicit language, suggestive themes, SLOW BURN

words: 7.5k

chapter 1 ► when i open my eyes to the future, i can hear you say my name

There was virtually not a single person left on the entire fourth floor of the company building, despite it being a Monday afternoon. Normally, two other managers worked in offices adjacent to yours, so the noise in the hallways never settled below a pleasant hum: producers, promoters, and publicists – the three cursed Ps – shuffled in and out, heels clicking urgently against the marble floor.

This funeral silence was unusual, but you knew it was only a calm before the storm.

Rated Riot were going on their first-ever European tour in two days to promote their sophomore album – named aptly, “ready, set, RIOT” – and today was the final day of meetings. Evidently, the executives at Jett Records assumed that the band deserved to have a whole floor to themselves, so everyone else got a half-day, leaving you and the Floor Administrator, Rue, all by yourselves until the band got here.

This unsettling silence was exactly why you heard them arrive as soon as the door of the building opened four floors below. Rated Riot lived up to their name by making themselves heard before they were seen.

As soon as the sharp ding! of the elevator reached you in your office—your door was always open on meeting days, because the four members of one of the most promising rock bands in the world at the moment lacked any sense of direction—you could immediately feel the atmosphere lighten, the previous silence long gone.

“Rue! The apple of my eye!” Hoseok, the drummer and the de facto mood setter of Rated Riot, exclaimed as you listened to the familiar sounds of the band as they exited the elevator and, based on the repeated clicking of shoes in the lobby, momentarily got disoriented.

“Always looking good, Rue!” Jungkook, the vocalist, as well as the new Golden Boy of Jett Records followed after.

“Good to see you again,” Taehyung, the always well-mannered bassist, said. Silence followed and you assumed he shook Rue’s hand.

“Hello,” Yoongi, who was, technically, the guitarist of the band, but, really, played any instrument he could get his hands on, was the last to speak. He’d always been very well-spoken in songwriting, but quieter and more careful in most everyday conversations.

“Welcome, guys,” Rue greeted them. You couldn’t see any of them from where your office was located, but you’ve been in a similar situation countless times before and you could imagine what was happening without needing to witness it first-hand.

Rue would stand up from her seat and point her right hand down the hallway, reminding them—yet again—that they needed to walk down the hall and take a right turn. The members of Rated Riot, in turn, would walk down the hall. At least one of the four of them would turn left instead, causing a pause as the group gathered back together, exchanging confused glances. Then, they would turn back to Rue—who would still be standing there, her right hand extended like a helpful Statue of Liberty. They’d laugh at themselves, nod at Rue, and take the correct turn.

If things were going well, they’d find your office on first try—they’d just need to find the open door and peer inside; your desk was right in front. More often than not, however, they stumbled around, knocking and chuckling to themselves as they continuously interrupted the offices of everyone else, but you.

They were special. Not just because they looked like loose ducklings, separated from the Mother Duck, whenever they entered the company building, but also because, in spite of their own lack of coordination, they still managed to get things done.

And they brightened the day of everyone they came across. Which was almost ironic—as you realised by watching the four of them enter your office—considering the effortless rockstar aura that surrounded them.

Jungkook walked in first. That was typical because he usually did: sometimes because he was the only one who remembered where your office was, but usually because the other members offered him as a sacrificial lamb when they went knocking around every office on the floor in search of yours.

He was dressed in all-black—always—adorned with silver chains and necklaces that often gave you a start when you looked up, because he had a very specific way of entering the room: he seemed to make sure to position himself in just a way that the light, coming in from the window behind you, always reflected off his jewellery and momentarily blinded you.

Sure enough, you blinked, cringing into yourself as the brightness hit your eyes, and when you opened them again, he was already grinning.

“Hi,” he said and the rest of the members followed in after him—a brighter palette of colours.

Even Yoongi, who was the only one who could have given Jungkook a run for his money if you had to count which one had more black items of clothing in their closet, was wearing a beige, loosely buttoned shirt.

Despite that, however, you could tell they were rock artists as soon as you looked at them—all tattoos, piercings, intense eye make-up behind sunglasses, and old band tees—and you stood up, excited to let them know that, finally, every last loose thread had been found and tightened. They’d get to introduce their artistry on a different continent, and you’d make sure it’d go smoothly.

“We’re leaving for Prague tomorrow morning,” you told them once the five of you settled down at the round table in the back of your office. “So, if you were planning a going away party, I strongly advise against it.”

“We weren’t,” Yoongi said, lifting his glass of lemon water—there was a jug on the table—and giving you a reassuring look. “This is the strongest drink I’m having tonight.”

“Thanks,” you said paradoxically enough, but being grateful when the members of the band you managed didn’t get drunk before an important day was part of the job. “I’d also appreciate it if—”

“Hold on a second, though,” Jungkook interrupted—you’d been anticipating it. “I’m going to a gig tonight, Reconnaissance are in town again. And there’s obviously an after-party—”

Despite Reconnaissance being, arguably, one of the most popular rock bands in the world right now, you were definite when you cut him off, “No.”

“—so, I—wait. No?” he paused. “I never miss their shows, you know that. And I don’t get drunk easily. You know that, too.”

“That’s why you drink so much,” you rebutted. The rest of the band members got their phones out, knowing well enough at this point that this would take a while. “And then I have to come get you out of trouble.”

“You absolutely do not have to do that,” Jungkook insisted. “We’ve been through this.”

“Have we?” you argued. “Because I keep telling you it’s my job to keep you from passing out in a dirty bar bathroom, but you don’t care enough to hear me.”

“Well, you’re not very convincing. What’s the worst that can happen? I’ll wake up again.”

You were used to having this conversation with him—you’ve argued about this way before he became a singer and you ended up as his manager. And yet, the lax way he said this made you clench your fists.

Despite being mostly introverted, Jungkook did enjoy getting drinks with friends: even if said friends enjoyed his celebrity status more than they enjoyed the drinks.

“And if you don’t?” you threatened. “Rated Riot’s vocalist gets his stomach pumped. A catchy headline.”

“Yeah, man,” Hoseok interjected, putting his phone screen down on the table and crossing his arms. “Doesn’t go well with the vibe we’re going for. Don’t get your stomach pumped.”

“Fine, I—”

“What he meant was, don’t drink so much that you’d need your stomach pumped,” you clarified because Jungkook moonlighted as a Loophole Finder.

“I never have!” he insisted. “Seriously, you treat me like I’m still nineteen. Have some faith.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the other members of the group look up from their phones. The band had only formed a few years ago, so you were the only person in this room who knew what Jungkook was like when he was nineteen. You never spoke about it – that was likely why everyone was so curious.

In any case, Jungkook was wrong. You did have faith—that’s why you spent so many of your off-duty nights driving down deserted streets to pick him up after his asshole friends convinced him it was a good idea to try the biker bar on the outskirts of town, and he’d gotten in an altercation with a burly redneck that was twice his size.

There was no time for that now, not when he was supposed to be on stage in Prague in three days.

“Well,” Taehyung spoke up. “I was thinking of going to the show as well. Not so much the after-party, I have better plans. But, uh, I could come, after all.”

You appreciated the offer, but you knew that these better plans involved him spending time with his girlfriend, Luna, who was going to join him for a few weeks of the European tour, but after that, the two of them were going to be apart for several months.

“You don’t have to go if you don’t want to,” you said, not trying very much to hide the hopeful undertones in your voice. Jungkook’s friends felt intimidated by all the members of Rated Riot; they’d be on their best behaviour if Taehyung was there.

“No, I think it might be fun,” Taehyung said. You exhaled quietly and he could sense your gratitude without words. He turned to his younger bandmate. “Should we go together?”

Jungkook groaned and mumbled under his breath, “not if I have to third-wheel again.”

“When have you ever third-wheeled anyone?” you asked rhetorically, but he was already opening his mouth to reply. Quickly, you added, “be careful, is what I’m saying, okay? I am complaining about having to pick you up from all kinds of holes, but if you need me to bring NDAs, I will bring them. So, ask.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes, but chose to stay quiet. He knew better now – the one time he did not make anyone sign a non-disclosure agreement after an impromptu, drunken busking session in New York, pictures of him, half-dressed and giving a lap dance to a random, equally as drunk, groupie, were on every rock page on Instagram. Accompanied with detailed retellings of how it came to happen, of course; all of them more ridiculous than the next. Your personal favourite story was that he was recruiting members for a sex cult.

“We’ll call you,” Taehyung gave you a nod, “if we have to.”

“Perfect,” you said, glancing at Jungkook again, even though expecting him to confirm that he, too, would call you if he had to, was wishful thinking.

Every time you reminded him how he needed to start going out with a less destructive crowd, he’d treat his phone like a poisonous snake – and he’d been doing that even before you became his manager. His friends seemed to get their pleasure fix from watching you arrive and rip him a new one, so they were the ones who called you most of the time, always laughing into their phones like true accomplices.

It was funny how Jungkook was the only one who passed out or got so wasted, he ended up on a ferry to Martha’s Vineyard. His friends always walked away unscathed and, usually, only called you by the time they were back in their bedrooms – “when we left, he was ordering mint and honey daiquiris, you should probably go over there and check up on him.”

It was like they loved pushing him into danger and purposefully bringing the two of you together again, and Jungkook either didn’t realise or didn’t care anymore. It’s been a while, after all.

You and Jungkook had been broken up for almost two years when you got the unbelievable offer to manage an up-and-coming rock band. This was over two years ago now and you were only twenty-four back then. Up until that point, you had worked as an assistant manager for various indie artists, so that offer was massive.

You figured the downside that your ex-boyfriend happened to be in this particular band was worth it, considering the huge leap in your career you’d make by accepting this job.

And, for the most part (excluding the first two months that were pure chaos of repressed feelings), you and Jungkook both made this work, drawing a strict line between your relationship before Rated Riot (back when he still had your phone number saved as “❌”) and after he met you again as Rated Riot’s new manager (ironically, now your name on his phone was “❌❌❌”).

You’ve managed Rated Riot for almost exactly two years now, and if you’d asked the band – which you wouldn’t, partially out of humbleness, but also because you were scared – you’d know that they loved working with you as much as you loved working with them. So, in the end, it all really had been worth it.

“Check your emails for the descriptive itineraries,” you continued smoothly enough. The guys at the table put their phones down and returned their attention to you. “Now, who else is coming with us?”

Technically, the band wasn’t supposed to bring anyone – the label was explicitly clear about that. They wanted the first European tour to go “without a hitch” (meaning, without distractions), but you held a more liberal view here.

You didn’t think loved ones coming on the road were a distraction; if anything, they were a firm support mechanism that made touring easier for the artists.

“I know Luna’s staying until the Barcelona show, yeah?” you asked, double-checking the notes on your laptop.

Taehyung nodded, a small smile on his lips at the mention of the girl. “She flies out the next day, yeah.”

“Okay. Who else?”

“Well, Sid and Jude are coming,” Jungkook spoke up and, after seeing your eyes roll back, added, quieter, “and Minjun isn’t sure.”

The three musketeer-wannabes – Sid, Jude, and Minjun – were on speed dial on your work and personal phones, because if Rated Riot had a performance and the vocalist wasn’t there, it was likely those three who were to blame. They were the only ones who knew Jungkook longer than you did, and they seemed to take pride in the fact that they had successfully been causing you headaches for seven years now.

“Sid and Jude,” you repeated, “aren’t worried they’ll lose their jobs if they travel to Europe abruptly?”

“No, they’re cool,” Jungkook shrugged, not catching the mockery in your voice—both Sid and Jude worked for their families, which really meant that they got paid to occasionally show up at the shareholders’ meetings on behalf of their parents. “I’ll text Minjun right now. Maybe he’ll come when we’re in Poland…”

“I needed confirmation by last week,” you reminded him. “At the latest.”

He glanced at you from his phone and then went back to texting. “So, why’d you ask now?”

“To double-check,” you said. “They’re going to have to book the hotels themselves. Or sleep on the street. Honestly, I don’t really—”

“So, uh,” Yoongi interrupted before another argument could begin, “how many hotels this time?”

“Prague, Amsterdam, and Paris. And some nights in London, depending on our flight time,” you said with an apologetic smile. “Bring your favourite blankets. We’re living on buses for the next three months.”

None of them minded – if anything, you could see a little glitter in their eyes as they listened to you. Being on the road and having to sleep on the tour bus every night was an experience they’d missed. They hadn’t gone on an actual tour in almost a year – as someone who thrived on live performances, they had obviously missed this.

Really, you’ve missed it, too. Rated Riot may have been a riot to look after as their manager – pun fully intended – especially on tour, but they were your riot to deal with.

You liked your job and the challenges that came with it, because, in the end, you overcame most of them: starting with your previous relationship with Jungkook (no one in the band had a problem with it, and the label miraculously seemed not to know about it) and ending with your relatively young age (Jungkook was the only one who had a problem with you being his age, but he had a problem with almost everything).

Hopefully, one day you’d manage to overcome the challenge that was getting Jungkook to open his eyes and realise that the people he surrounded himself with were more groupies than his friends. But all in due time.

“If you have questions,” you said as the meeting approached its’ conclusion, “go right ahead.”

“Wake-up calls,” Yoongi said. “Any possibility of arranging those?”

You smiled – this had been traditional practice ever since you started to work with them.

“I’ll call,” you said and then remembered a particularly frustrating way in which this had backfired. You added, “and keep you on the phone until you’re out of bed.”

Back when you were an assistant manager to a different band, this had been your main task. And, you supposed, if Rated Riot had assistant managers, they’d be the ones making wake-up calls, too – however, the band had only started to live up to their potential now. Before you booked the European tour for them, Jett Records thought they barely needed one manager to begin with.

You’ve made it this far. If the tour went well, maybe you’d get to expand your team as the band gained popularity.

Jungkook felt giddy the whole night. The Reconnaissance show with Taehyung and Luna was a lot of fun, as expected—he’d seen the band five times before tonight, and they never failed to let him down.

When he arrived at the after-party, he was nearly vibrating with excitement—on top of everything, he was going on tour tomorrow and he knew he might lose his mind over it—and this was usually the time when he tended to get reckless.

He did drink a little too much to retain a completely sober mind, but he stayed true to his word and did not wander anywhere or caused any—serious—trouble. You would have said that’s because Sid and Jude weren’t with him, but Jungkook was convinced it was because he simply had great self-control when he put his mind to it.

The only place he went to after the party was his family’s house, so he could say goodbye to his grandma. She probably wouldn’t even hear him—and if she would, then she probably wouldn’t recognise him—but he couldn’t leave to Europe without saying goodbye to her.

He thought he’d take his Katana to the house, but then remembered immediately the last time he got on his motorcycle drunk – his grandma had, literally, smacked him on the back with a rolling pin, yelling about how careless he was. She didn’t say that she hit him out of concern for his safety—that was obvious—and, instead, she focused on how hard he’d worked on restoring the bike after he’d bought it; his first purchase with the money that he made off Rated Riot’s music.

“Don’t you want it to last?” she had said then. She’d been the only person who believed he could bring the bike to life, despite it not having a single properly functioning part, least of all the engine. “You worked so hard on it. Do you want to wreck it in one night?”

Tonight, however, everyone in the house was asleep when he arrived. It was quiet, so he tried to be silent as he went up the stairs to her room—and then knocked over a picture frame after his feet fumbled on the carpet in the hallway. But no one went out to check who was making the noise—which was dangerous, he realised for a brief, semi-sober second; but the house had security, so he figured they were safe from outsiders—and he gently lowered the handle on his grandma’s door, peering inside.

The room was painted in blue hues from the night light next to the bed where his grandma was sleeping. He approached—really trying to be quiet this time—and carefully pulled her comforter up, so she wouldn’t get cold, even though the room felt warm.

It was always warm here and Jungkook had to bite his lip when he realised how much he missed sitting here as a child while dozens of his cousins ran around the house and wreaked loud, childish havoc. How much he missed his grandma reading him books—never children’s stories, he always insisted she read him the thickest, most boring books he could find on her shelves, just so he could stay in her room longer, listening to her soothing voice and feeling her comforting warmth.

Sniffling quietly, he leaned closer to her and brushed a strand of white hair from her face, listening to her soft breathing as she slept, unaware of his presence.

“I’ll be back soon,” he promised in a whisper as he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. She didn’t wake. “We will talk again then.”

He knew he’d keep this promise even if she didn’t hear it, even if she didn’t remember. But leaving her room felt painful and he was far less excited now. The alcohol had begun to wear off and heaviness settled in his chest instead. This happened sometimes when he was left alone with his thoughts, especially after he visited his grandma.

He'd come back, he knew he would. But as he glanced at his grandma’s sleeping frame one more time—remembering how she hadn’t called him by his name in months; not one glint of recognition in her eyes when she’d see him—he wondered if he’d have anyone to come back to.

Surprising exactly no one, Jungkook was the only one who did not answer your wake-up call the next morning. Having foreseen this, you’d already called Hoseok, Yoongi and Taehyung – in that order, because the first two took the longest to wake up, and by that time, Taehyung was already awake on his own – and only then attempted to reach the one remaining member.

Fifteen minutes later, you were already dressed and ready to drive over to his house and personally wake him up with an icy bath in bed. And just then, your phone rang – his name as the caller’s ID.

“Look who—”

“Okay, okay,” Jungkook’s groggy voice cut you off before you could greet him with the appropriate sarcastic remark. “I’m awake. Halfway in the shower.”

“I don’t hear running water.”

He responded with a groan first, then shuffling. You waited patiently, balancing the phone on your shoulder as you unlocked the door of your apartment. Finally, you could hear the water start running on the other end of the call.

“Happy?” Jungkook asked, always the brightest of all rays of sunshine in the morning.

“Ecstatic,” you replied, equally as enthusiastically. “Sending a car to pick you up in half an hour. Don’t be late.”

“I can drive myself—”

“No driving when you’re hungover,” you said, not for the first time. “In fact, don’t even go near your Katana.”

He considered several ways to respond to you; first and foremost, defending his beloved, navy-coloured Suzuki Katana with a matte coating, custom-made leather seat covers, golden rims, purring engine, and—anyway. He ended up choosing to respond with a question, “how do you know I’m hungover?”

“I’ve known you for almost ten years,” you replied. “If you go out drinking the night before, you’ll wake up hungover.”

“Well, how do you know I drank that much last ni—?”

“Listen,” you cut him off, hoisting your suitcases over the threshold of your front door. You fixed your phone against your cheek and continued, “how about you take that shower, and we’ll resume this nice little Q&A at the airport?”

“No,” he replied and, in a purposefully exaggerated breathy voice said, “I simply can’t stop talking to you.”

“Hanging up now.”

Jungkook laughed as he listened to the beep, indicating the end of the call. Putting his phone on the side of the sink, he took his shirt off and was about to continue undressing when his phone vibrated and nearly fell off the sink.

Scrambling to catch it, he smacked it against the cupboard and exhaled in relief when he saw that the screen hadn’t cracked. He was expecting a text from you – a threat, in case he’d go back to bed – but it was actually Sid, asking for the time of his flight.

His friends were taking a separate flight out to Prague – they weren’t happy about it and neither was he, but at least they’d get to hang out in Europe eventually – and, obviously, they wanted to know what time they’d meet up and where.

He double-checked the itinerary you’d emailed him, got confused about the time zone difference and texted Sid back.

“Gonna be there the day before the show,” his text said, “jetlag. Sleep. Maybe beer? Catch u there.”

Sid was, of course, delighted to hear the mention of beer and Jungkook snickered to himself before he resumed undressing for his shower—knowing from experience that you wouldn’t be above shipping him to Prague in the cargo section on the plane if he was late to the airport.

As it turned out, for the first time in his life, Jungkook was so terribly jet-lagged, that he did not feel like doing anything – not even drinking with friends – but sleeping.

He slept through the whole layover in Paris – and, consequently, through Taehyung and Luna’s stories about the 5 minutes they got to spend in front of the Eiffel Tower before rushing back to the airport (never mind that it was about 2 AM) – as well as the flight to Prague.

He only woke up on the bus ride to the hotel when he felt something nudging his lips and opened his eyes to find an open bottle of Coca-Cola in your hands as you held it by his face.

“Did you just—” he started to say, but his voice sounded brittle, more a croak than a voice, really. He cleared his throat and tried again, “did you just wake me up by making me sniff soda?”

“It worked,” you replied, nudging the bottle at him again. “Drink. You need sugar. You didn’t eat anything on the plane here.”

“I had that bagel on the flight to Paris,” he mumbled, but sat up properly and took the bottle from you.

“That was a croissant,” you clarified. It was almost cute to see him barely awake. “And I warned you about flying with a hangover. You did this to yourself.”

“I’m fine,” he replied after taking a big gulp of coke. “Not sure which day it is, but other than that, I’m perfect. Do you have anything for headaches?”

Snickering, you nodded. “Yeah, give me a second.”

You went to fetch your carry-on bag and returned with ibuprofen, which allowed him to go back to sleep until you arrived at the hotel. The other members were also in and out of slumber, but that was their own fault. You and the other girls on this tour, which, really, only meant Luna— Taehyung’s girlfriend—and Maggie—the tour photographer—had planned ahead and taken sleeping pills as soon as the plane took off. Meanwhile, every man on this trip thought too much of himself.

By the time you arrived to the hotel and checked in, it was already lunchtime. If this had been your first time travelling with Rated Riot, you would have been beyond surprised to see what effect food had on them: they looked like they'd just returned from the most refreshing vacation in the Caribbean. Lively conversation and cheerful laughter echoed around the table – no one would have guessed that they’d just spent over 13 hours on airplanes. Their recovery was nearly always miraculous.

And, naturally, since they were feeling better, they wanted to do something as soon as the first rehearsal was over. You had far too many things to do before the show tomorrow, so you couldn’t babysit them – again, an assistant manager would have been life-saving – but you knew you’d still have to keep an eye on them.

Taehyung and Luna went sightseeing, but they were the sort who kept you updated on their adventures through pictures, which you were endlessly grateful for. There was never a reason to worry here; if you were a teacher who had to pretend not to have a favourite student, Taehyung would be the student you were pretending about.

Yoongi and Hoseok, initially, went to a record store together, but then split up – one of them returned to the hotel for a nap, and the other one went café-hopping. Those two were also fine – they usually took some members of the crew with them anyway, so you knew that in the worst-case scenario, you’d still have several people you could call to reach them.

Now Jungkook was going to meet up with Sid and Jude, both of whom had, most unfortunately, successfully landed in Prague. The Diabolical Duo would take him out drinking, you had no doubt about it – and this was where you’d have to step in with another warning. You weren’t the angry mother, dragging her children by their ears, but you felt it necessary to remind Jungkook of what was at stake if he allowed his friends to be their usual, obnoxious selves tonight.

However, you didn’t want to ask, so you had to figure out where to find them yourself. You didn’t even have to use the seven years that you’ve known them to deduce two logical, universal-for-all-assholes things: one, Jungkook’s friends wouldn’t be nearly tired enough not to want to drink. Two, they’d be too jet-lagged to look for their usual hole-in-the-wall spot that sold drinks. Therefore, they’d have to settle for the bar of the hotel.

And when you exited the elevator on the ground floor later that night, your assumption was confirmed – you could hear their laughter from where you were standing in the lobby.

You’d texted Jungkook as you arrived, hoping he’d leave his friends and come see you at the back of the bar for a minute, but unfortunately, Sid and Jude noticed you and waved you over with loud cheers.

Embarrassed as the people in booths around you began to turn to look, you swallowed and walked towards the front where Jungkook and his friends were sitting by the bar.

“Wow, it’s been so long!” Jude exclaimed as you approached. In your opinion, it wasn’t nearly long enough, but you only lifted the corners of your lips and did not comment.

“Jungkook, a moment?” you said instead.

“Let’s get you a drink!” Sid suggested as though you hadn’t spoken and extended a hand, clicking his fingers to get the bartender’s attention. “Hey! Can we get some Margaritas here?”

You cringed watching this, but, again, restrained yourself. They could behave like pricks all they wanted; it wasn’t their reputation that you had to protect. Someone else would, hopefully, teach them a lesson.

“Sure,” Jungkook said to you, sliding off the stool. He seemed sober enough to walk without any sort of waddling or stand without swaying, but you could tell by the relaxation behind his eyes, that he was already tipsy.

His friends patted him on the back and whistled as he followed you to a quieter spot in the back of the bar. He shook his head at them—but had a grin on his face, and for that alone you wanted to punch him.

“Can I count on you to take it easy?” you asked, once the two of you were out of earshot. “Not because you’ll make my job much harder if you don’t, but because you have a rehearsal tomorrow at eight, and that’s hard with the jet lag alone, but add a hangover into the mix, and—”

“I’ll be fine,” he said, but you’ve heard this song many times before. It was one of his top hits. “I’m actually tired, so I might have a few and then go straight to bed.”

“Okay,” you said, choosing to believe him, because that was easier than making him sign a contract, swearing not to wake up in a dumpster. “Can you text me when you’re back in your room? So I know you’re not lost somewhere in Prague with Dumb and Dumber.”

His lip twitched in an almost-smile at the nickname, but he resisted – a loyal friend, even if they didn’t deserve it – and gave you a nod.

“Fine,” he said. “I’ll text you. And I won’t get lost.”

“Okay—” you started to say and then squinted your eyes at him, realizing. “I meant don’t go wandering the city streets while drunk.”

He snorted and placed a hand on your left shoulder. Gazing into your eyes, he enunciated very dramatically, “I will not get into trouble. Promise.”

You pursed your lips. “You’d better not.”

“I realise what that would mean, believe it or not,” he said, straightening. “Tomorrow is an important day. I’d never do anything to ruin it.”

“I know,” you said. “I trust you to make smart choices. I don’t trust them.”

You pointed at the twosome by the bar – both of them watching you like you were the entertainment of the night – and Jungkook turned to look. Sid and Jude both immediately waved at him. Jungkook waved back and, when he looked at you again, he was smiling softly.

Clearly, he genuinely enjoyed hanging out with those two. You’d never believe that there was anything about them that was bearable—let alone enjoyable—so Jungkook’s weird attachment to them had to come from some sort of weird destructive force inside of him.

“I’ll keep them in check,” he said and then, possibly prompted by the skeptical frown on your face, he felt the need to explain, “they help me relax. If it weren’t for them, I’d probably be shaking from anxiety all the time. Kind of like you are.”

He winked as he said that last part, grinning at his own wit, but you rolled your eyes in response.

“Goodnight,” you said then. “Don’t forget to text me.”

“Are you going to stay up late waiting for my text?” his tone was humorous and it stopped you from leaving.

“Hopefully not,” you said, ignoring the flirty comment that was obviously meant to rattle your composure. “But it’d do you well to remember that I can make life very difficult for you if you disobey me.”

He lifted his eyebrows at this, but did not lose the grin. “Oh? Will I get punished if I—”

“Goodnight, Jungkook,” you said again—louder—and turned away.

You glanced over your shoulder when you reached the archway leading to the lobby and caught him watching you leave—he was still beaming, but he composed himself and nodded when he caught your eye. You nodded back.

Maybe he really would be fine tonight.

And, truly, Jungkook had meant what he’d said – he couldn’t wait for tomorrow and there was nothing he’d do to ruin that. Not even if the smirking faces of his friends prompted him to laugh as soon as he returned to his seat by the bar.

“What do you want, assholes?” he asked, punching Jude on the shoulder as he walked past his friends. As soon as he sat down, leaving Sid in the middle, he took a big gulp of the beer he’d left waiting; only his third one tonight.

“We don’t want anything,” Jude said, still smirking. “What did she want? Another moral how you’re not being a good boy?”

Jungkook rolled his eyes. “No—”

“I was always curious,” Sid interrupted. “Was she like that when you dated, too? You know, always in charge?”

Even before you and Jungkook had settled into a steady enough rhythm of working with each other, neither of you spoke to others about your relationship. Not while you were dating, and not after you broke up. So, all your friends—real friends and whoever the hell Sid and Jude were—essentially knew nothing of your relationship.

And there was nothing he’d tell them now.

It’s been four years since you broke up—plenty of time to move on. Not to mention, you were both (trying to be) professionals. There was no point to bring back the past; there never had been.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Jungkook teased, managing to keep the banter going without revealing how the question irked something inside him.

“I would. That’s why I asked,” Sid replied, laughing haughtily. A few heads turned his way. Sid sounded very much like an entitled heir—or an elephant high on helium—when he laughed, especially when there was nothing funny going on. “I mean, you never talked about her to us. Was it getting rid of her that made you who you are today?”

Jude snorted, slapping Sid on the back in a half-supportive, half-warning manner. Jungkook knew that the level of your patience for his friends ranged from Sid (no patience) to Jude (case-by-case), to Minjun (bearable)—and he could see why.

“I didn’t get rid of her,” he said, an edge to his voice. “We broke up and moved on. Did you hear from Minjun?”

Sid laughed again—even louder than before; the glasses behind the bar seemed to clatter.

“Look at him, trying to change the topic!” he wheezed, looking at Jude over his shoulder.

“Leave him be, man,” Jude said and nodded at Jungkook. “So many girls around us and this dumbass is still hung up on your ex, huh?”

Jungkook finished his beer and held the liquid behind his cheeks for a second before swallowing. He caught the bartender’s eye and lifted his empty glass, indicating a refill.

“I don’t think I’m the one who’s hung up,” Sid said with a very knowing look in his eye.

Jungkook looked at him and raised his eyebrows—surprised and momentarily distracted from his drink. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“Well, you come to her as soon as she calls, like a puppy,” Sid replied. “So, you tell me.”

“I have to come when she calls,” Jungkook defended. “She’s my manager.”

“Yeah, dumbass,” Jude said, slapping Sid on the back of the head this time. “She’s his manager.”

Jungkook suddenly found himself smiling when he realised that you’d probably consider this the reason why Sid acted the way he did sometimes – permanent brain damage from Jude’s incessant slaps.

“Well, then someone,” Sid said, angrily accentuating the word—the anger was clearly directed at Jude, but the pronoun at Jungkook, “has a fucking crush on their manager.”

“I don’t have a crush—”

Sid spoke over him, “I bet you could never get her to go out with you again.”

Jungkook saw the bartender approach to pour him a drink and he heard Jude scoffing, but he could only blink, taken aback by what sounded like an accusation.  “Why—why would I even—why—”

“Oh, see, see?!” Sid screeched, turning to Jude with a triumphant expression. Jude gave him a pitiful look—and looked about ready to give him a black eye, too. “He knows I’m right, it’s why he’s stuttering!”

“Dude,” Jude said slowly. “You are yelling.”

Jungkook cleared his throat, nodding at the bartender as a thank-you and then bringing his refilled glass to his lips. “And I’m not stuttering.”

“You so are, my man,” Sid taunted, patting Jungkook on the shoulder with so much force, the beer nearly spilled from the glass and from his mouth. “Your ass is so whipped, you’re going to be singing at her wedding to some random producer.”

Suddenly hyper-aware that there were several producers on tour with them right now, Jungkook put his drink down and straightened in his seat.

“I’m not fucking singing at weddings,” he said.

“Not yet,” Sid pointed out, grinning. He knew he'd gotten under his skin.

“Okay, come on now,” Jude interjected, leaning back in his seat to be able to see Jungkook. “You promised you’d sing at my wedding.”

“As if anyone would ever marry you,” came Sid’s snide.

“You shut the fuck up,” Jude snarled, but there was no malice behind his bark. “I have more chances of marrying someone than he has of marrying his manager.”

“He—oh, fuck!” Sid was about to argue, but then burst into laughter—so loud and thunderous again, that the bartender was forced to glance over at the security guards by the entrance to the bar. “That’s good! You’re so right!”

“Both of you are fucking idiots,” Jungkook spoke. The edges of his vision were red. “I could get her to go out with me again if I wanted to.”

“Oh, sure, sure,” Sid nodded, wiping invisible tears from his eyes. “Big talk.”

“Jungkook, no offense, my dude,” Jude said, leaning forwards this time. “Let him have this one. Sid may be dumber than box of rocks, but he’s got a point here. Forget about her.”

Another insinuation that had Jungkook throwing his head back in frustration.

“There’s nothing to forget!” he groaned. “What the fuck are you even talking about? I just fucking told you I moved on.”

“So why are you getting all riled up, then?” Sid smirked, more and more satisfied with each curse that he provoked out of him.

Jungkook felt even angrier, because he was getting riled up, but he had a good reason for it. He enjoyed banter as much as the next person, but he did not enjoy mockery at his own expense—especially not the kind that involved you.

He snapped back, “because you don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”

His friends snickered at this – convinced that his irritation only proved the point they were both making – and Jungkook clenched his jaw, annoyed.

“If anything,” he added sharply as he picked his beer up—as if that could somehow distance him from this conversation, “it’s her who’s still hung up on me.”

That was a cheap, childish defence, and everyone by the bar knew it.

“Yeah, right!” Sid cried out, but resisted from laughing again. “We’ve heard her yell at you more times than we can count. You fucking wish she was still hung up on you.”

“Okay, to be fair, Sid can probably only count to five,” Jude added—Sid finally punched him on the shoulder—as he toyed with the paper umbrella on his fourth cocktail; the Margaritas they’d ordered were long gone. “But he’s right, you know? You’d never get her to go out with you again.”

There was pity in Jude’s voice—as if he felt sorry that Jungkook lived in denial, chasing after you and convincing himself that it was only a matter of time before you’d come back to him.

This made Jungkook’s temper vile, his face red, hot, and angry. He slammed his beer back on the table, forcing some of it to spill. “Yes, I fucking would!”

Sid was hiccupping as he laughed.

“Okay, okay, listen—let’s make a proper bet,” he managed. He picked up a napkin from the bar top, then looked around for something to write on it with—not finding anything, he stood up from his seat and leaned over the bar, grabbing a pen before the bartender could notice. “$1000 says you can’t get her to go on a date with you again.”

He glanced at Jude for approval—Jude shrugged.

“I’d suggest $500,” he said. “We don’t want to rob him blind.”

Jungkook’s face remained stoic, prideful.

“Fine with me. But you have no idea what you’re getting yourselves into,” he bit.

“Oh, that’s right, he’s been awfully cocky about the whole thing, hasn’t he?” Sid spoke, addressing his rhetorical question at the bar. He wrote something on the napkin and then lifted it to show the number “4000” to Jungkook. “How about this: Jude and I each pay you $2000 if you win. But if you lose, you give us your Katana.”

Jungkook lifted his eyebrows, the sudden mention of his bike catching him off-guard. Sid came from old money, he could afford fifteen brand-new motorcycles with the change he found in his suitcase, probably.

“How is that fair?” he asked. “Do you even know how much a Suzuki costs these days? It’s not $4000, I can tell you that much.”

“Why should you care?” Sid asked, his eyes glinting with mischief. “You were so confident about winning the bet just a second ago. Scared you’ll lose after all?”

In his defence, Jungkook did hesitate for half a moment. But there was a shit-eating grin on Sid’s mouth that he wanted to wipe off more than anything else, and he downed the rest of his beer in one big gulp—a showcase of his determination.

“Not at all,” he said then. He wasn’t sure if he was lying as he said this, but he had no time to figure that out. He extended his hand at Sid. “Get your money ready.”

Here, he was putting up a front – this wasn’t about the money at all. It was more a thing of pride; they were teasing him, purposefully making fun of him—and he wanted to prove them wrong, regardless if they were actually wrong.

Smirking, Sid shook his hand—cementing the bet between all three of them, as Jude was busy finishing off his cocktail—and was about to say something when Jungkook jumped off his stool.

“Have to go now,” he said, always a show-off with his overly creative comebacks when he was tipsy. “My horoscope predicts a date and a big fortune in my near future. Got to prepare.”

chapter title credits: sleep token, “rain”

special shout-out & thank you to @eleni-cherie who delivered the much-appreciated kicks in the ass, so that i would keep writing. the odds were really against me, so if it weren't for you & our in-depth fanfic discussions, i definitely wouldn't even be writing this note right now, let alone finally starting this story 💜

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Bts reaction: travelling together

KIM NAMJOON

He sees you as a long term partner so he considers paying for the trip an investment

Would love it if you keep him company while he packs. Plays music in the background. Asks your opinion about your clothes.

Packs an extra hoodie which he has noticed you love even though it's old and worn out.

When you're actually travelling you'll be keeping the important things safe eg his passport and boarding pass and the currency etc

He'll gladly let you be in charge.

That doesn't mean he won't help out whenever he can. He's always ready to talk to the information desk or anyone you need him to.

KIM SEOKJIN

Most likely to surprise you to a weekend getaway.

It's probably a stay cation at a cabin in the woods. In the soop vibes.

camping, fishing, barbecue, driving

He's got it covered.

You're probably going to eat well. And just reconnect with nature.

There is nothing hectic about the trip. Its very soothing. Just spending time with your favourite person.

Infact he's most likely to agree to involve your mutual friends or even non-mutual friends. It's about having a good time.

MIN YOONGI

The hotel is going to be nice. Swimming pool and breakfast buffet included.

You're going to end up going to a very obscure destination. You may or may not have heard of the existence of such a place but he's totally prepared so you can rely on him.

From medicine and guide books to emergency money. He's totally prepared..

Yoongi loves trying local food and local art/souvenir stores.

You're getting couples items. Will be sad if you loose them. Will treasure them forever

Wants to see the electrical appliances shop just to check out more music making appliances.

Totally do whatever you want to do. If you want to visit a lot of places he'll accompany you but if you just wanna chill he's equally happy.

JUNG HOSEOK

Mans a planner. So dont be too surprised if he plans everything like before and after.

You are going shopping before the trip. Matching couples pajamas and sheet masks and keychains and shoes (or maybe no shoes considering the Korean superstition that if you give shoes to your lover they leave)

He's packed and ready days before the trip.

Will judge you if your luggage looks dirty.

Probably prefers guided tours. You're going on every extra activity too.

Unless it's something scary. He's not going on a roller coaster. He'll take your picture though.

There's going to be a lot of pictures and videos. And you're going to wear couple outfits all the time.

PARK JIMIN

A lot of plans but just wants to lie down and hang out by the pool or a scenic place unless you have a set itinerary

But if you want to laze around will convince you to go out because you haven't spent all this money just to stay in a hotel room.

Will randomly pull you in alleys to steal kisses.

Loves walking around and shopping for souvenirs for everyone

Enjoys having you all to himself.

Will pout if you don't pay him attention.

Loves exploring the night life.

KIM TAEHYUNG

There for the vibes

Room service king

Expect odd hours, driving around a sports car, a whole lot of music and singing and dancing randomly.

Will serenade you impromptu

Very calm. Nothing can phase him..

Loves taking pictures of the scenery.

Enjoys the vacation thoroughly. He's swimming, snorkeling, making funny videos.

The only thing is he's not eating anything spicy. Likely half his luggage is ramen

JEON JUNGKOOK

Most likely to make a Travel blog

Will try to convince you to go to every thrill seeking activity. Meticulously plan a fun trip that can be enjoyed by both of you.

There will be Random gaps in that itinerary to lounge around

Despite everything he's a last minute packer his list of essentials is a bit unhinged. More like to forget a change of clothes than his speaker.

Laundry fairy 🧚‍♂️ ✨️ 💖

Very content to lounge around and just skip the itinerary.

Loves trying different foods and plans to make some at home.

[mochii0park]

Don't speak; pjm

Title: Don't speak

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: angst I fluff

Pairing: doctor!reader x businessman!jimin

Release date: February 10th 2025 (due to illness, last delay I promise)

Summary: Love, trust, mutual respect and intimacy are often the keys to a successful marriage. Something your marriage with Jimin has been lacking for the better part of it. Five years of dating and three years of marriage were thrown down the drain after a gruesome fight. In an attempt to salvage your reputation and respect for each other, you agree to settle the matter with a divorce. However, faith had other plans which included erasing the last 4 years of Jimin's life and turning the clock back to 2021.

Oneshot: ONE I TWO

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