bbylovekoo

[bbylovekoo]

𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐦𝐛 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

PAIRING: JEON JUNGKOOK X FEM!READER

Genre: Motorcycle!au / Soft x badboy / Fluff + Tension / Mild angst / Language

note:hey guyss!!i hope you like this! its kinda not like a fanfic but it is?idk to be honest,but if you want more of this couple let me know!

it starts with a bike and a sticker.

specifically, your hello kitty sticker.

and jungkook’s very expensive, very black, very do-not-touch-it-or-i’ll-scream motorcycle.

you didn’t mean to.

you were just waiting outside the coffee shop, sipping on your strawberry frappe and fiddling with your sticker pack. he parked next to you, all black helmet and tattoos and “i don’t do small talk” vibes. and you—

well, you were just trying to kill time.

one distracted “wouldn’t it be funny if—”

and suddenly…

hello kitty was stuck right on his gas tank.

⸻

you didn’t notice until he took off his helmet.

his lip piercing caught the sun.

his jaw clenched.

you froze mid-sip.

“did you just,” he began slowly, voice low and sharp, “put sanrio on my bike?”

you blinked.

“…yes?”

he stared.

then looked at the sticker.

then back at you.

you braced for yelling.

but instead—

he laughed. low, from his chest. a little wild.

“you’ve got balls, princess.”

⸻

you met again two days later.

you were buying a my melody phone charm.

he was buying a new chain for his engine.

you smiled. “still mad about hello kitty?”

he smirked. “still thinking about you.”

you dropped your phone.

he picked it up for you.

the charm was pink.

his fingers were stained with grease.

you think you fell a little bit in love right there.

⸻

you started dating like—accidentally.

one ride turned into five.

his hoodie ended up in your closet.

your plushies ended up in his bed.

jungkook wasn’t the type to fall easily.

but you?

you made it impossible not to.

you’d sit in his lap in the garage while he worked, legs swinging, sipping strawberry milk and telling him about sanrio lore like it was your job. he’d nod along, half-listening, totally obsessed.

you’d paint his nails with glittery pink polish when he was too tired to say no.

he’d pretend to hate it. never wiped it off.

he started keeping a hair tie on his wrist. “for you,” he’d say, and pull it off like it was nothing. but you knew it wasn’t nothing. nothing about you two was.

⸻

but it wasn’t always cute.

sometimes he’d get quiet.

when someone made a comment about how you didn’t “match.”

when he caught you crying alone because you felt too much and not enough all at once.

you remember the night you said, “i bet your friends think i’m annoying.”

and he turned to you, eyes hard.

“they don’t matter. you’re the only thing that makes sense to me.”

you cried harder.

he held you tighter.

his lips on your forehead, his hoodie around your shoulders.

he never let go.

⸻

one night, late summer, stars dripping through the sky—

you were on the back of his bike, arms tight around him.

he pulled over near the lake.

said nothing.

just sat on the grass and looked up.

you sat next to him, chin on your knees.

“do you ever think,” he said quietly, “you saved me?”

you blinked.

“from what?”

he looked over at you.

at your soft eyes. your strawberry gloss. the way you carried joy like a weapon.

“from feeling like i didn’t deserve this.”

⸻

you kissed him like he was air.

like he was yours.

and he kissed you back like he already was.

⸻

bonus:

his bike now has four sanrio stickers.

you didn’t put them there. he did.

he says it’s “for good luck.”

but you know it’s because it reminds him of you.

his girl.

his softest, sweetest, pinkest kind of chaos.

[bbylovekoo]

Between Us, the Fire

Pairing: KIM TAEHYUNG x FEM!READER

Genre: Romance | Enemies → Lovers

Chapter 1: Collision Course

"Hurry up, Yoongi!" Min Y/N called out, her voice echoing through the cluttered hallways of the apartment she shared with her brother, Min Yoongi. Her voice was a mix of annoyance and amusement as she listened to the muffled sounds of him searching for his keys. "You're going to make us late for the party again."

Yoongi's head popped out from his room, a look of exasperation painted on his face. "I'm looking, I'm looking," he grumbled, shuffling through the mess on the coffee table. His eyes fell on the keys, glinting under a pile of comic books, and he snatched them up with a victory smirk. "Got 'em."

Y/N rolled her eyes, a smirk playing on her lips.

"You're impossible," she said, shaking her head. "And why do you have to invite him?" Y/N nodded in the direction of the living room where Kim Taehyung lounged on the couch, scrolling through his phone, completely unfazed by the chaos around him.

Taehyung looked up, catching her gaze, and flashed a grin that made her insides coil. "Oh, you mean me?" He feigned innocence, his dark eyes sparkling with mischief. "What's the problem, Min Y/N? Can't handle a little competition?"

Her eyes narrowed. "Competition for what?" she challenged, her voice laced with sarcasm.

"For Yoongi's attention, obviously." He winked, and she felt a rush of irritation. Taehyung had always had a way of getting under her skin, with his cocky demeanor and unshakeable confidence.

As they piled into the car, Y/N made sure to sit as far from Taehyung as possible, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. The drive to the party was tense, filled with awkward silences and forced small talk that she couldn't bring herself to participate in. She couldn't help but steal glances at him in the rearview mirror, his profile sharp in the fading light. It was infuriating how good-looking he was, and how he knew it.

Once they arrived, the apartment was already buzzing with the sound of laughter and music. The other members of Yoongi's friend group were already there, mingling with the guests. Kim Namjoon, the charismatic leader, greeted them with a warm smile. Kim Seokjin, the oldest, offered to take their coats. Jung Hoseok, with his infectious energy, immediately dragged Yoongi to the makeshift dance floor. And Park Jimin, ever the charmer, had a new fan hanging off his every word. Jeon Jungkook, the youngest, was busy setting up the drinks, his cheeks already flushed with excitement.

Taehyung slid out of the car with the grace of a cat, his eyes scanning the room as if searching for his prey. Y/N felt a twinge of something she couldn't quite place—was it anger or attraction? She pushed the thought away, focusing instead on the task at hand.

The party was in full swing, lights flickering and music thumping through the walls. As she walked in, the smell of BBQ wafted through the air, making her stomach rumble. She was greeted by a chorus of hellos from the partygoers, some of whom she knew from her brother's college days, others were strangers to her. Y/N made a beeline for the kitchen, eager to find something to eat before the party really picked up.

Taehyung, on the other hand, had no problem fitting in. He was already in the midst of a group, regaling them with a story that had everyone in stitches. His laugh, deep and resonant, filled the room and seemed to bounce off the walls. Y/N couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy at how easily he charmed people. It was something she had never been able to do.

As the night progressed, the tension between her and Taehyung grew thicker. Every time she saw him, her heart skipped a beat. It was annoying, really. Why did she have to react to him like this? She hated him, didn't she? The way his eyes met hers every time she walked by, the way his smile grew a fraction wider when she rolled her eyes at him—it was like he could sense the storm brewing inside her.

Y/N grabbed a plate of food and retreated to the balcony, the cool night air a welcome reprieve from the stifling heat inside. She leaned against the railing, watching the city lights twinkle in the distance. The quiet was shattered by the sound of the sliding door opening behind her, and she tensed, knowing it was him.

"What are you doing out here all by yourself?" Taehyung's voice was softer now, the teasing edge gone. He stepped closer, the scent of his cologne mingling with the smoky BBQ aroma.

Y/N didn't turn around, keeping her gaze on the cityscape. "Just getting some air," she said curtly, hoping he'd take the hint.

Taehyung leaned against the railing next to her, his eyes reflecting the neon glow from the street below. "You know, you don't have to hate me," he said, his tone earnest. "We could try being civil."

Y/N scoffed, turning to face him. "Why would I want to do that?" she spat, her voice low and measured. "You've never cared about me or Yoongi, you're just using us to get closer to your goals."

Taehyung's expression grew serious, his eyes searching hers. "That's not true," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "I care about your brother, and... I want to care about you too."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat at his words. She didn't know what game he was playing, but she wasn't going to fall for it. "Don't bother," she said, her voice firm. "I've seen enough of you to know what you're like."

Taehyung's smile didn't waver, but there was a hint of sadness in his eyes. "You've only seen what I've shown you," he countered. "Maybe there's more to me than you think."

Y/N raised an eyebrow. "Like what?" she challenged, crossing her arms. "Your charming exterior? That's all just an act."

Taehyung sighed, pushing a strand of hair out of his eyes. "I'm not saying I'm perfect," he admitted. "But I'm not a bad person, either. Give me a chance, and you might see that."

Y/N studied him for a moment, his sincerity catching her off guard. She took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure. "Fine," she said, her voice softer. "But don't expect me to start liking you just because you say you care."

Taehyung's smile grew a bit wider, but the sadness didn't completely leave his eyes. He nodded. "I understand." He took a step closer, their shoulders brushing together. "But I'll prove it to you

Y/N felt the warmth of his body against hers, and she had to admit that it was... comforting. She scoffed, trying to play it cool. "You're on."

Taehyung leaned in closer, his breath a gentle whisper against her ear. "It's a promise."

The tension between them was palpable, but before Y/N could react, the sound of shattering glass echoed through the apartment. They both jumped, their momentary truce forgotten.

"What was that?" Y/N exclaimed, pushing past Taehyung and rushing back into the party. She found the source of the noise in the living room—a broken vase, surrounded by shards of glass and a horrified looking Jungkook.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to!" Jungkook's voice was high with panic as he stared at the mess he'd made. The room had gone quiet, all eyes on him.

Taehyung followed her in, his face a mask of concern. "It's okay, Jungkookie," he said, placing a comforting hand on the younger member's shoulder. "Accidents happen."

Y/N rolled her eyes, noticing the way the others looked at Taehyung, expecting him to fix the situation. It was always like this—his charm working overtime to smooth things over. But this time, she felt a strange pang of protectiveness for her brother's friend.

"It's fine," she said, stepping forward. "I'll clean it up." She bent down, carefully picking up the larger pieces.

Taehyung watched her for a moment before joining her, his eyes never leaving hers as they worked together in silence. The air was charged with something she couldn't quite put her finger on—a mix of competitiveness and a newfound respect.

As the night wore on, the party grew more chaotic. The music got louder, the laughter more raucous, and the drinks flowed more freely. Y/N found herself being pulled into the dance floor by Hoseok, who was grinning ear to ear. She couldn't help but let loose, her body moving to the beat of the music.

Taehyung was there too, his eyes never leaving hers as he danced with an effortless grace that made her heart flutter despite herself. The way he moved was mesmerizing, and she couldn't help but feel drawn to him, like a moth to a flame.

When the song ended, Hoseok stepped away, leaving her standing in front of Taehyung. He reached out a hand, his eyes questioning. She stared at it for a second, then took it, feeling the warmth of his skin against hers. They danced, their bodies moving in sync, the hostility from earlier a distant memory.

As the party wound down and guests began to leave, Y/N found herself sitting next to Taehyung on the couch, the two of them nursing their drinks in a rare moment of quiet. She couldn't believe she was here, sharing a moment with her sworn enemy. But there was something about his gaze, something that made her want to believe in his promise.

He leaned closer, his voice low and sincere. "I'm going to prove it to you, Y/N. That I can be more than what you think I am."

Y/N took a sip of her drink, the warmth of the liquid spreading through her. She looked into his eyes, searching for the truth in his words. And for the first time, she saw something genuine there, something that made her question everything she thought she knew about him.

"Alright," she said finally, setting her drink down. "But don't say I didn't warn you."

The corners of Taehyung's lips quirked up in a knowing smile. "I'm ready for the challenge."

Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of the door opening and closing, and the shuffle of shoes as the last guests made their exit. Yoongi and the other members of BTS began to clean up, their laughter and goodbyes floating through the apartment.

Y/N stood, brushing off her skirt. "I should help," she said, glancing around at the mess.

Taehyung grabbed her wrist, his grip firm but gentle. "No," he said, his eyes never leaving hers. "Let's just enjoy the quiet."

And for a moment, they did. Just the two of them, in the aftermath of a party that had brought them together in a way she never could have imagined. The beginnings of a truce, or perhaps something more.

Hi!! its my first ever fanfic!! i hope its good or something😭😭im new here my name is vee! if u want another chapter then comment!