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❝𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐭 [𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 5] - 𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨 ❞

characters: high school dropout and barista JK x high school student female reader

genre: fluff, angst (?)

warnings : none

word count: 547

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Iced Americano captures the essence of fleeting moments and quiet tension. The coldness of ice mirrors the brief emotional distance between two people, separated by time and circumstance.

The days had been a blur of routine and restriction—school, home, repeat. With your parents watching your every move and your phone had gotten confiscated on top of that, you had no choice but to comply. Even after two weeks, you felt the weight of their eyes on you at all times, as if they were waiting for you to slip up again.

It was on one of those rare afternoons, after school but before heading straight home, that you dared to linger just a little longer. You had barely five extra minutes before the clock would betray you, but the need to feel something other than suffocation drove you to slow your pace, your eyes wandering over a random shops windows you passed.

You stopped in front of one, a quaint little store selling music related stuff, guitars, keyboards, and other odds and ends. For a moment, you let yourself imagine what it might be like to have the freedom to wander inside. But time wasn’t on your side, and with a sigh, you turned to leave.

“Y/N?”

The sound of his voice froze you in place. You turned, and there he was, stepping out of a shop a few doors down. Jungkook’s black hoodie and black jeans made him stand out against the colorful displays behind him, but it was his expression—part relief, part frustration—that sent your heart racing.

You swallowed hard, gripping the strap of your bag like a lifeline. “Hey…”

His eyes scanned your face, a mix of surprise and worry. “I thought I was seeing things. Where’ve you been? You just… disappeared.”

You glanced at your watch, nerves flaring. “I—uh—I didn’t disappear,” you said, your words rushed. “My parents took my phone and yeah-. It’s been… school, home, nothing else.”

His brows furrowed, concern clouding his features. “Are you okay? You look…” He hesitated, studying you more closely. “You look tired.”

“I’m fine,” you replied quickly, forcing a weak smile. “Just… you know, the usual.” You let your eyes wander down to his black hoodie, noticing the small tag adorning it. "Ask me anything."

“I didn’t know you worked here.”

“Yeah, it’s new,” he said, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. “Needed the extra cash. But I’m still at the café too, don’t worry.”

Your heart squeezed, and you nodded absently, feeling a pang of guilt for not knowing he’d been struggling with money. You wanted to ask more, but time was slipping away.

“I’m really sorry, I have to go,” you said, stepping back and forcing a smile, even though it didn’t quite reach your eyes. “I’ll, uh… I’ll see you around.”

Jungkook’s face fell. “Wait, what? Already?” His voice was almost desperate. “Y/N, it’s been two weeks. Can’t we talk for a little longer?”

The guilt of turning him down made your chest tighten even more. “I’m sorry,” you said more quietly. “I really have to go.”

Jungkook watched you for a long moment, his eyes unreadable. Then, his expression softened, and he stepped back, giving you space. “Okay,” he said with a sigh. “Just… take care of yourself, alright? And- text me when you get your phone back!"

You nodded, a small smile on your lips at the idea of getting your phone back. “I will. I promise.”

[cinnamooniee]

❝𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐭 [𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 5] - 𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨 ❞

characters: high school dropout and barista JK x high school student female reader

genre: fluff, angst (?)

warnings : none

word count: 547

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Iced Americano captures the essence of fleeting moments and quiet tension. The coldness of ice mirrors the brief emotional distance between two people, separated by time and circumstance.

The days had been a blur of routine and restriction—school, home, repeat. With your parents watching your every move and your phone had gotten confiscated on top of that, you had no choice but to comply. Even after two weeks, you felt the weight of their eyes on you at all times, as if they were waiting for you to slip up again.

It was on one of those rare afternoons, after school but before heading straight home, that you dared to linger just a little longer. You had barely five extra minutes before the clock would betray you, but the need to feel something other than suffocation drove you to slow your pace, your eyes wandering over a random shops windows you passed.

You stopped in front of one, a quaint little store selling music related stuff, guitars, keyboards, and other odds and ends. For a moment, you let yourself imagine what it might be like to have the freedom to wander inside. But time wasn’t on your side, and with a sigh, you turned to leave.

“Y/N?”

The sound of his voice froze you in place. You turned, and there he was, stepping out of a shop a few doors down. Jungkook’s black hoodie and black jeans made him stand out against the colorful displays behind him, but it was his expression—part relief, part frustration—that sent your heart racing.

You swallowed hard, gripping the strap of your bag like a lifeline. “Hey…”

His eyes scanned your face, a mix of surprise and worry. “I thought I was seeing things. Where’ve you been? You just… disappeared.”

You glanced at your watch, nerves flaring. “I—uh—I didn’t disappear,” you said, your words rushed. “My parents took my phone and yeah-. It’s been… school, home, nothing else.”

His brows furrowed, concern clouding his features. “Are you okay? You look…” He hesitated, studying you more closely. “You look tired.”

“I’m fine,” you replied quickly, forcing a weak smile. “Just… you know, the usual.” You let your eyes wander down to his black hoodie, noticing the small tag adorning it. "Ask me anything."

“I didn’t know you worked here.”

“Yeah, it’s new,” he said, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. “Needed the extra cash. But I’m still at the café too, don’t worry.”

Your heart squeezed, and you nodded absently, feeling a pang of guilt for not knowing he’d been struggling with money. You wanted to ask more, but time was slipping away.

“I’m really sorry, I have to go,” you said, stepping back and forcing a smile, even though it didn’t quite reach your eyes. “I’ll, uh… I’ll see you around.”

Jungkook’s face fell. “Wait, what? Already?” His voice was almost desperate. “Y/N, it’s been two weeks. Can’t we talk for a little longer?”

The guilt of turning him down made your chest tighten even more. “I’m sorry,” you said more quietly. “I really have to go.”

Jungkook watched you for a long moment, his eyes unreadable. Then, his expression softened, and he stepped back, giving you space. “Okay,” he said with a sigh. “Just… take care of yourself, alright? And- text me when you get your phone back!"

You nodded, a small smile on your lips at the idea of getting your phone back. “I will. I promise.”

[cinnamooniee]

My exams are in 4 days I swear to start posting again when its over :')

[cinnamooniee]

I'm so busy these days I don't rly have time to write anything i'm sorry </3

[cinnamooniee]

I definetly did NOT expect this one to work so well

❝𝐍.𝐀.𝐏. - "𝐍𝐮𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝"❞

Characters : boyfriend Jungkook x female reader

Genre :Flufff ofc <3

Warnings : None

Words count : 297

Y/N was curled up on the couch, her head resting against Jungkook’s chest, the soft rhythm of his breathing lulling her into a drowsy haze as they both half-watched a movie. The room was quiet except for the soft hum of the TV and the occasional sound of Jungkook shifting.

He nudged her lightly with his foot, then without warning, kicked her leg. “Ow!” she winced, prodding him with her elbow. “Jungkook, stop moving!”

He barely even noticed, his head lolling back on the cushion. “What? I didn’t do anything,” he mumbled, half asleep.

“You kicked me!” she protested, rubbing her shin.

“I did not,” he said, still not fully awake, shifting his foot again. “That was an accident.”

She glared at him, annoyed but too tired to argue. “You’re crushing me, too.”

Jungkook shifted again, trying to adjust himself, but he just ended up taking up even more space. “Sorry,” he said, barely sounding sincere. “You’re the one who made me comfy.”

She sighed, half-laughing.

“Guess I’m just restless,” he said, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Y/N rolled her eyes but let herself settle back against him, her irritation melting away. She wasn’t going anywhere, even if he was the most annoying couch buddy ever. "I’ll survive," she said quietly, her voice softening as she closed her eyes.

[cinnamooniee]

❝𝐍.𝐀.𝐏. - "𝐍𝐮𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝"❞

Characters : boyfriend Jungkook x female reader

Genre :Flufff ofc <3

Warnings : None

Words count : 297

Y/N was curled up on the couch, her head resting against Jungkook’s chest, the soft rhythm of his breathing lulling her into a drowsy haze as they both half-watched a movie. The room was quiet except for the soft hum of the TV and the occasional sound of Jungkook shifting.

He nudged her lightly with his foot, then without warning, kicked her leg. “Ow!” she winced, prodding him with her elbow. “Jungkook, stop moving!”

He barely even noticed, his head lolling back on the cushion. “What? I didn’t do anything,” he mumbled, half asleep.

“You kicked me!” she protested, rubbing her shin.

“I did not,” he said, still not fully awake, shifting his foot again. “That was an accident.”

She glared at him, annoyed but too tired to argue. “You’re crushing me, too.”

Jungkook shifted again, trying to adjust himself, but he just ended up taking up even more space. “Sorry,” he said, barely sounding sincere. “You’re the one who made me comfy.”

She sighed, half-laughing.

“Guess I’m just restless,” he said, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Y/N rolled her eyes but let herself settle back against him, her irritation melting away. She wasn’t going anywhere, even if he was the most annoying couch buddy ever. "I’ll survive," she said quietly, her voice softening as she closed her eyes.

[cinnamooniee]

IM SO STUPIDD I just noticed I used the name "Nari" in sweet spot part 4 instead of YN which basically means I spoiled a jungkook x oc one shot I had in mind, guess I was thinking about it too hard while writing🤧

Anyway I'm sorry if you noticed and if it confused u I fixed it :3

[cinnamooniee]

❝𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐭 [𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 4] - 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐰❞

characters: high school dropout and barista JK x high school student female reader

genre: fluff, angst (?)

warnings : none

word count: 577 (very short but it's a bit of a special chapter to get to know Jungkook more? 🌟)

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Chilled and strong, cold brew reflects the exhaustion that’s more than physical—it's the kind that runs deep. It's powerful in its own way but lacks the usual warmth or comfort, offering a sharp, slightly bitter taste that matches the emotional fatigue, a reminder of how draining it can be to push through each day when everything feels too much.

Jungkook's side ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

Jungkook pulled up to the curb just a block away from YN's house, his heart still pounding from the ride. He watched as she stepped off the motorcycle, her nervous energy palpable. He wanted to say more, to ask if she was okay, but instead, he gave her that reassuring smile, hoping it would be enough.

As she disappeared into the distance, his mind lingered on the way she had smiled at him, despite everything she was going through. He hated that she had to carry so much weight, and a part of him wished he could do more to help. But all he had was his time, and for tonight, that had been enough.

Jungkook sighed as he revved the engine, ready to head back to his apartment. The streets were empty now, the quiet of the evening settling over him. But as he drove back through the familiar streets, the weight of his own troubles settled in. His shifts at the café had barely been enough to pay for the bare essentials, and with the looming bills he had to deal with, he knew he’d have to pull extra hours again.

When he got home, he dropped his helmet on the counter and collapsed onto the couch. He was too tired to think clearly, but that wasn’t something he had the luxury of right now. He reached over to the small pile of mail that had accumulated over the past few days. Bills. Late notices. Just more weight on his shoulders.

He opened the latest letter with a grimace. The notice was clear: another utility bill was due, and it was a larger amount than usual. The heat, the electricity, everything was piling up. There were already enough debts hanging over him, and now this.

"Shit," he muttered under his breath, crumpling the bill and tossing it aside. He could feel his frustration mounting. Every time he thought he was getting a break, something else came up. More bills, more hours at the café, barely scraping by. The whole cycle felt never-ending.

He ran a hand through his hair, his eyes falling to the guitar leaning against the wall. The one thing that still made him feel like himself—his escape from all this. But lately, even playing his guitar felt like a luxury he couldn’t afford. He had to focus on keeping his head above water.

He glanced at his phone, seeing a message from Y/N pop up. “Hey! Got into quite the argument.. but i'm okay. I'll text you later.”

A small smile tugged at his lips, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. He could feel the weight of everything crashing down on him, but he pushed it aside for now. Y/N had enough to deal with, and he didn’t want to add to her stress. He could give her the distraction she needed, even if it was just for a little while.

But once again, the weight of his own struggles settled in, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that no matter how hard he worked, it would never be enough. He would push through. He had to. But for tonight, he couldn’t help but feel a little lost in it all.

Jungkook took a deep breath, grabbed his guitar, and started strumming. Maybe for a few minutes, he could lose himself in the music—if only to forget about everything else.

[cinnamooniee]

I’m new to writing fics on tumblr but how do you come up with ideas/ names for your fics

For me watching movies/series helps me a lot to come up with ideas! Like when I see a cute/sad moment I just think i'd be cool as a fic and then I kind of work around it? But for the names it's a bit harder to explain? Like I just sit there in front of my pc, trying to think of something that fits. I don't really have any tips for that 😭

(Also i'm definetly looking forward to your fics now :3)

[cinnamooniee]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬 [part 2]

Characters : college student jungkook x college student fem reader

Genre : Angst but comfort later on, fluff??

Warnings : Mentions of alcohol.

read part one <3

The sight of his name, even in that small font, made your stomach twist all over again. You hesitated, thumb hovering over the screen. Part of you wanted to answer, to hear what he had to say, to let him try to explain himself—or maybe even apologize. But the other part of you, the part that was exhausted, that was hurting, didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.

With a shaky breath, you silenced the call, letting it ring out as you stared out of the window. The quiet hum of the car and the rhythmic flicker of streetlights through the window felt soothing, like a balm over the jagged edges of your heartache.

A few seconds later, your phone buzzed again. This time, it was a text.

Jungkook: Y/N, please pick up. We need to talk.

You felt a fresh wave of frustration as you read his message. The nerve he had to act like he cared now, after all those hurtful things he’d said. All you’d wanted was to understand, to find some kind of way back to the closeness you once shared. But instead, he’d pushed you away, dismissed your feelings, and thrown blame at you as if you were the one at fault.

Another text buzzed through, then another.

Jungkook: I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say those things.

Jungkook: Can we just talk? I need to explain.

Your phone continued buzzing, message after message lighting up the screen. Each one made you grip your seatbelt a little tighter, fighting the urge to respond. You couldn’t—at least not right now. The words wouldn’t come, not when everything felt so tangled and raw inside.

Finally, there was a pause, a minute or two of silence. You exhaled, trying to ground yourself in that temporary calm. But the quiet didn’t last long.

Maybe you’re asleep already… I’m sorry for bothering you so late.

A pang hit you as you read that line. Did he really think you could just sleep after everything? He knew you better than that—at least, you thought he did. But maybe you’d been wrong all along.

Another text followed, slower, like he was second-guessing himself.

I just hope you got home safe.

You swallowed, feeling an ache settle in. He was probably picturing you curled up in bed, phone on silent, dozing off without a second thought. But here you were, staring at his words in the dim glow of your screen, unable to find peace in any of it.

Ok. I’ll check in tomorrow then, sleep well, Y/N.

The last message hung there, a final thread connecting the two of you, but it felt frayed—worn thin by all the words left unsaid, all the pieces you didn’t know how to put back together.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

The next morning, you roll over to see your phone blinking with unread messages. You try to ignore it, but a knot of guilt tightens in your chest, knowing exactly who it’s from.

You can’t keep avoiding him forever. The thought pops up, uninvited, with a mix of dread and determination. It feels like every time you ignore him, it only makes things worse.

With a sigh, you open the texts. His messages are there, unreadable yet loud on the screen—probably asking if you got home safely, wondering why you didn’t reply. A wave of conflicted emotions rolls over you; you want to explain, but part of you is also tempted to stay hidden.

After a long minute of hesitation, you finally type a reply:

"I was tired last night."

Then you erase it.

"I got home fine, thanks."

Delete.

"Thanks for checking in on me."

Another delete.

With a frustrated sigh, you run a hand through your hair, feeling ridiculous for spending so long trying to find the perfect words. You don’t owe him an explanation; there’s no need to apologize or over-explain.

Finally, you settle on a message:

"I got home safe."

Plain, simple. It’s just enough to let him know you’re okay without giving away too much. You hit send before you can change your mind, then set your phone down, wondering if this will finally ease the tension… or make things even harder.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

The morning drags on, and you keep glancing at your phone, half-expecting a response from Jungkook. But the silence only amplifies your nerves. Just as you’re about to drown yourself in the endless sea of homework, your phone buzzes, and it’s him.

"Hey, can I come over?"

Your heart races at the thought of him showing up, and you hesitate, staring at the screen. You want to tell him no, to reinforce the distance, but the words just won’t come. Instead, you let it go unanswered, hoping he’ll take the hint and change his mind.

Two hours pass, and just as you start to relax, a sudden knock on your door jolts you from your thoughts. You freeze, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Y/N?” Jungkook’s voice comes through, slightly muffled but unmistakable. “I brought you something.”

Your stomach sinks, surprised that he actually came over. You take a deep breath and make your way to the door, opening it just a crack. Jungkook stands there, looking a bit disheveled, holding a small bouquet of flowers that looks like it came from the local convenience store—a few wilted blooms tied together with a fraying ribbon.

“I, uh… I got these for you,” he says, awkwardly holding them out like a peace offering. “I didn’t want to come empty-handed. Can I come in?”

A wave of frustration crashes over you. He really thinks this is okay? After last night, he just shows up with cheap flowers? “Why do you think that’s going to change anything?” you snap, your anger bubbling to the surface. “You yelled at me and acted like it was no big deal . What do you mean? We had a fight and you dumped me--maybe?! And now you're just...

You don't even have the words to explain your frustration right now.

His eyes widen in surprise, and you can see the realization dawning on him, but you don’t give him a chance to respond. “Oh, and let’s not forget how you flirted with that girl right in front of me! And that you went right back to it after we fought."

He looks taken aback, mouth opening slightly as if to respond, but you cut him off once more. “I don’t even know what you want from me! You show up here like nothing happened. Do you think some wilting flowers are going to fix this?”

His expression shifts from surprise to guilt, and you can see he’s struggling for the right words. “I didn’t mean to make you feel that way, Y/N. I just wanted to talk.”

“Talk?” You scoff, arms crossed tightly over your chest. “What’s there to talk about? You decided to bail when things got tough, and now you’re here with a lame excuse for an apology?”

“I didn’t bail! I just…” He runs a hand through his hair, looking frustrated. “I thought maybe if I came over, we could sort things out. I’m sorry for how I acted. I care about you, okay? I just didn’t know how to handle it.”

You roll your eyes, your heart racing with anger. “Care? If you really cared, you wouldn’t have treated me like that. You think I can just forget that?”

Jungkook’s shoulders slump, and he looks down at the flowers in his hands, the weight of your words clearly hitting him. “I know I messed up. I just thought—”

“Thought what? That this would all be okay just because you showed up with stupid flowers? You’re delusional,” you cut in. “I can’t keep avoiding you, but I’m not just going to pretend like everything’s fine!”

He looks hurt, his eyes searching yours for some sign of understanding. “I just wanted to fix things. I thought you’d want to talk about it too.”

You take a step back, feeling overwhelmed by everything—your anger, your confusion, the weight of his gaze. “I’m busy, Jungkook. Just… just go.”

Please,” he finally says, his voice quiet but firm. “I just want to talk to you. I’m not leaving until we sort this out.”

“What do you want me to say?” you shoot back, your frustration boiling over. “You come here with flowers like that fixes everything, and you expect me to just let you in? You really think I’m going to be okay after last night?”

“I know I messed up!” he replies, his frustration matching yours. “But I didn’t mean to hurt you. I didn’t realize how it would come across, and I want to explain myself. Can we at least talk about what happened?”

You stare at him, the determination in his eyes making it hard to look away. As much as you want to slam the door in his face, a part of you is curious—maybe even hopeful. But that hope is buried deep under layers of anger and confusion.

“I’m not interested in hearing excuses,” you finally say, trying to keep your voice steady. “You’ve already made it clear how you feel.”

“I know,” he admits, his voice dropping. “And I get why you’re angry. But please, just give me a chance to explain. I don’t want to lose you over this.”

You feel a mix of emotions swirling inside you—anger, hurt, and a hint of the connection you’ve had with him. You want to scream at him, to tell him to leave, but another part of you just wants to hear what he has to say.

“Fine,” you say finally, your voice low. “But you better not waste my time.”

As you step back and open the door wider, Jungkook enters, his gaze focused on you as he takes a seat on the edge of your bed. He looks around your room, a hint of nervousness in his posture.

“I’m sorry,” he begins, his voice softer now. “I just… I messed up, and I’m trying to fix it. I didn’t mean to flirt with that girl; it was stupid, and I didn’t think about how it would affect you. I get that it made you feel uncomfortable, and I should have been more aware. You’re the only one I want to be with.”

You hold his gaze, searching for sincerity in his eyes. “You don’t get to just play around with my feelings, Jungkook. You can’t expect me to just forget everything because you’re suddenly apologetic.”

“I know, I know,” he replies, desperation creeping into his voice. “But I’m here now. I want to make things right. Just tell me what I need to do. I’ll do anything.”

You take a deep breath, fighting the urge to soften. “You don’t get it. It’s not about flowers or grand gestures. It’s about respect and understanding. If you want to be with me, you need to start acting like it.”

“I will. I promise,” he says, leaning forward, his sincerity palpable. “I care about you, and I’ll do whatever it takes to prove that.”

You stare at him, the walls around your heart feeling like they’re starting to crack just a little. But the anger still simmers beneath the surface. “Just know that I’m not going to make it easy for you.”

“I wouldn’t want it any other way,” he replies, a small smile breaking through the tension. “Just let me try.”

You give him a reluctant look, still wary, maybe—just maybe—this could be a step toward something better..? Maybe he meant it. Maybe he truly was sorry.

As the tension hangs heavy in the air, Jungkook shifts slightly, a mixture of determination and vulnerability in his expression. You can see the sincerity in his eyes, and it stirs something within you—an urge to let go of the anger, if only for a moment.

He leans closer, and without thinking, you hold your breath, your heart racing as he reaches out. His fingers graze your arm softly, and it sends a jolt of electricity through you. Then, in a surprising yet gentle motion, he cups your face, tilting it toward him.

“I’m really sorry,” he whispers, his voice barely above a murmur. “For everything. Last night was a mess, and I shouldn’t have treated you like that.”

Before you can respond, his lips brush against yours—soft and hesitant at first, as if he’s testing the waters. The kiss is sweet, laced with an apology that goes deeper than words. You can feel the warmth radiating from him, and for a fleeting moment, the anger dissipates, replaced by a wave of emotions you thought were buried.

He pulls back slightly, his forehead resting against yours, breathing heavily. “I swear, nothing happened with that girl. It was all just… nothing. I don’t want anyone else but you, Y/N. You mean too much to me.”

Your heart flutters at his words, and he continues, his voice earnest. “You’re amazing. You’re smart, beautiful, and so much more than I deserve. I take back every single thing I said last night. I was an idiot. I was half drunk, and we had been fighting for weeks before that- and I just didn’t know how to handle it."

You look into his eyes, searching for any hint of insincerity, but all you see is raw honesty. “I messed up,” he admits, his expression vulnerable. “But I want to make it right. I want to show you that I care.”

The sincerity in his voice tugs at your heart, and you find yourself softening. “It’s just hard for me to trust you right now,” you confess, your voice wavering slightly.

“I get it,” he replies, his thumb gently stroking your cheek. “But I’ll prove it to you. I’m here, and I want to be with you. Just give me a chance.”

You take a deep breath, feeling the weight of his gaze. In that moment, everything else fades away, and it’s just the two of you—raw, real, and vulnerable. You nod slowly, your heart racing as the anger you held onto begins to melt away, replaced by something warm and hopeful.

“Okay,” you finally say, your voice barely above a whisper. “Just… show me.”

Jungkook’s expression brightens, relief washing over him as he leans in once more, capturing your lips with his in another soft kiss. This time, it feels different—deeper, more meaningful, as if it’s sealing a promise between you.

As you pull away, you can’t help but smile a little, the tension easing between you. “You better keep that promise,” you tease lightly, though your heart still flutters at the warmth of his presence.

“I will,” he assures you, his eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and sincerity. "I love you Y/N, I really do"

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

tags<3 : @thelittlecatonthecake

[cinnamooniee]

Please let oc (poor baby </3) have her happy ending, whether or not it is with jk

she willlll!! It's a happy ending :3 It wasn't originally but I felt bad so while writing it so I changed it to a happier one.

[cinnamooniee]

Hey bestie are you gonna post “the ghost of us” today? It looks unique and I’m curious to read more😭😭🫶🏻

I'm gonna do my best to finish it today!!, But if I don't manage I promise it'll be out before sunday 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

[cinnamooniee]

I need more of sweet spott

Soon! Part 4 is written, I just need to post it 🤭🤭

[cinnamooniee]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬 [part 1]

Characters : college student jungkook x college student fem reader

Genre : Angst but comfort later on in the main story.

Warnings : Mentions of alcohol.

[teaser]

You didn’t expect tonight to spiral into chaos. After hours spent perfecting your costume—a stunningly intricate witch ensemble, complete with a shimmering black cape and a hat that could rival any sorceress—you were ready to enjoy a night of fun and laughter at the Halloween party.

The bass of the party thrummed through the floor, vibrating through the soles of your boots as you sat perched on the edge of a crowded couch, lost in your thoughts. The music was loud, but the nagging feeling in your chest drowned out every beat, every laugh, every voice that tried to cut through the haze in your mind. The house was packed with people in various costumes—vampires, witches, and superheroes—but none of them felt as real or as overwhelming as the sinking feeling that had been eating at you for days now.

Your friends surrounded you, all smiles and laughter, but you couldn’t bring yourself to join them, not when your thoughts were consumed by one person who wasn’t by your side.

Jungkook.

The boy who had once been the center of your world now felt like he was slipping through your fingers. He was somewhere across the room, dressed in his all-too-perfect vampire costume, surrounded by a group of people you barely knew. You spotted him by the drinks table, throwing his head back in laughter at something a girl said—someone you didn’t recognize. And it wasn’t the first time you’d seen him with her tonight.

A sharp pang of jealousy twisted in your stomach.

You tried to shake it off. You didn’t want to be that person, the one who got irrationally jealous over small things, over innocent interactions. You knew Jungkook loved you—he told you all the time—but there was something that had changed between you two lately. It was subtle at first, but it had been building for weeks.

He had been distant, less present, caught up in his own world, his own friends. The attention he used to shower you with had been redirected, seemingly spread thin among new faces you weren’t a part of. Maybe it was college, or maybe it was something else—something more painful, like the fading of the once-intense connection you shared.

It felt like he was drifting away, and you didn’t know how to reach him anymore.

You tried to tell yourself you were overreacting, but the bitterness in your chest wouldn’t leave. It was more than that. You could feel something slipping between the cracks, something breaking. And the final straw came when you saw her hand brush against his arm, lingering there too long while Jungkook made no move to pull away.

That was it.

You stood up, pushing through the crowd with your heart in your throat. This had gone on long enough.

By the time you reached him, Jungkook still hadn’t noticed you—too busy leaning into her, too caught up in whatever stupid joke she was telling. Without thinking, you grabbed his arm and yanked him away from the group.

“Y/N—what the hell?” Jungkook’s eyes were wide, taken aback by your sudden aggression.

You didn’t let go. “We need to talk,” you bit out, your voice low but laced with anger.

Jungkook looked annoyed, glancing around at the people who were already starting to stare. “Can this wait? You’re being—”

“No,” you cut him off sharply. “It can’t wait. We’re talking now.”

He sighed, clearly frustrated. “Fine.” He let you drag him through the crowd and out the front door, the cold night air hitting both of you as you stepped outside.

Once you were away from the music, you turned on him, your chest tight with a mix of anger and pain. “What the hell are you doing?”

He crossed his arms, his expression hardening. “What are you talking about? I’m just trying to enjoy the party.”

“With her?” Your voice cracked, but you didn’t care anymore. “You’re seriously going to act like you weren’t flirting with her?”

Jungkook’s jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing. “She’s just a friend, Y/N. You’re blowing this way out of proportion.”

“I’m blowing it out of proportion?” You laughed bitterly, feeling the anger clawing up your throat. “You’ve been ignoring me all night, and I’m supposed to be okay with you spending the whole time with her? Do you even hear yourself?”

“Ignoring you?” he snapped, stepping closer, his frustration spilling over. “I’ve been trying to have a good time, but you’re so damn clingy lately. I can’t breathe around you without you accusing me of something.” Jungkook groaned, rubbing his temples as if you were exhausting him. “You’re suffocating me. Every time I try to hang out with my friends, you make it about you.”

“Maybe because you never make it about me anymore!” you shot back, your voice trembling with the emotion you could no longer hold in. “You’ve been pulling away, Jungkook. You don’t even look at me the same anymore. I feel like I don’t even know who you are right now.”

“Because you’re always looking for something wrong!” he shouted, his voice rising. “I can’t even talk to other people without you thinking I’m flirting.”

“Because you are!” you bit back. “You were flirting with her, Jungkook. Just admit it.”

His eyes flashed with guilt, but he quickly masked it with defensiveness. “I wasn’t—”

“Admit it!” the pain in your chest was now unbearable. “You’ve been flirting with her, Jungkook. You’ve been flirting with her all night, and don’t you dare lie to me about it.”

Jungkook looked away, his jaw tightening. For a second, you thought he was going to deny it again, but instead, he muttered under his breath, “Fine. You’re right. I was flirting. Happy now?”

The words hit you like a slap to the face.

Jungkook ran a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated. “It wasn’t a big deal, Y/N. It didn’t mean anything.”

“It didn’t mean anything?” you whispered, your voice shaking with disbelief. “You were flirting with her right in front of me, Jungkook. Do you have any idea how humiliating that is?”

“I wasn’t trying to humiliate you,” he muttered, his voice tight with exasperation. “God, Y/N, you’re making this into something it’s not. It was just a harmless conversation.”

You laughed, the sound bitter and full of hurt. “You don’t get it, do you? You don’t get how much you’ve hurt me. This isn’t just about tonight. You’ve been pushing me away for weeks, and now you’re flirting with other girls? How am I supposed to feel?”

He shook his head, his frustration bubbling over. “I’ve been pushing you away? Are you kidding me? You’re the one who’s been acting like I’m the bad guy every time I hang out with my friends. You don’t trust me, Y/N. That’s the real problem.”

“I don't trust you? Well- how the fuck am I supposed to trust you when you’re standing there flirting with someone else in front of me?"

Jungkook sighed, looking at you like he didn’t know what to say. “I didn’t mean for it to get like this, okay? I’m sorry. But I can’t deal with this every time we have a fight. It’s exhausting.”

There it was again—that word. Exhausting.

He hesitated, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. “Look- I didn’t mean to hurt you, Y/N. But you’ve been making everything harder, too. You don’t trust me. You never listen when I try to tell you how I feel.”

“I’ve been trying to listen,” you bit back. “But you haven’t been telling me anything! You’ve shut me out, Jungkook. I don’t know what’s going on with you anymore.”

“I’ve been stressed!” he snapped, his frustration boiling over. “Do you think you’re the only one dealing with shit? I’ve got my own stuff to worry about, Y/N. And sometimes, I just need space.”

“Well, maybe you should’ve told me that before you started acting like I was a burden,” you shot back, your voice laced with pain.

Jungkook’s eyes flashed with regret for a brief moment, but it wasn’t enough. “I didn’t mean for it to get to get this bad"

“Well, it did,” you whispered, your voice barely holding together.

“Y/N—” Jungkook’s voice faltered, panic flashing in his eyes

But you couldn’t stand there and listen anymore. You turned away, your heart breaking with every step as you walked away from him.

“Y/N!” he called again, his voice louder this time, frustration creeping back in. You could hear his footsteps behind you, the sound of his shoes scraping against the pavement as he followed you.

You stopped, your whole body trembling, and turned around to face him. “What, Jungkook?” you choked out, the hurt evident in your voice. “What else is there to say? You’ve made it pretty clear how you feel.”

His eyes flashed with something dark, his fists clenching at his sides. The panic in his voice had morphed into something sharper—something more dangerous. “You’re not even listening to me, Y/N. You never do. God, just—” Jungkook groaned, his face twisting with frustration. “Why do you always have to make everything about you?”

Your breath hitched, the words hitting you like a punch to the stomach. “What…?”

He threw his hands up, his voice rising in exasperation. “You’re always acting like the victim, Y/N. Like I’m the bad guy for wanting some fucking space! I can’t even breathe around you without you jumping down my throat about something!”

You stared at him, stunned. His words felt like daggers, each one cutting deeper than the last. “I’m not—, I’m just trying to make this work. I’m trying to understand what’s going on with you, but you won’t even let me in!”

“Maybe because I don’t want to talk to you!” he snapped, his voice harsh and cold. “Maybe I’m sick of having to explain myself every damn time I do something you don’t like!”

The words echoed in the cold night air, sharp and unforgiving. You blinked, the tears freezing in your eyes, and for a moment.

Jungkook’s chest heaved with anger, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles were turning white. He took a step closer, his voice dropping into something cruel. “You want the truth? Fine. I don’t feel like I can be myself around you anymore. I can’t deal with your constant neediness. It’s exhausting.”

You flinched, the pain unbearable now, like your heart was being ripped out of your chest. “Jungkook—”

“Just leave me the fuck alone, Y/N,” he spat, his voice like venom. “I’m done with this. I’m done with you.”

Your breath caught in your throat, the words hanging between you like a knife. Your entire body went numb as the weight of what he just said crashed over you, suffocating.

Jungkook’s eyes flickered with something—regret, maybe—but it was too late. He had already said it.

Without another word, he turned on his heel and stormed back inside, the door slamming shut behind him with a loud thud.

You stood there, frozen in place, the cold air biting at your skin, but it didn’t even register. All you could hear was his last words echoing in your head, over and over again.

“Leave me the fuck alone.” "I'm done with this, I'm done with you"

The street felt eerily quiet, the distant sound of music and laughter from inside the house mocking the silence between you now.

Was that it? Was this how it ended? Had he really just… dumped you? The way he said it, the anger in his voice, the coldness in his eyes—it was like he didn’t even care anymore.

Your breath came in shallow gasps, the realization sinking in like a lead weight. You had to get out of here. But your stuff was still inside, and the last thing you wanted was to make a scene. You wiped the tears from your face, even though they just kept coming, and took a deep breath. You’d just grab your bag and leave. You didn’t owe anyone an explanation—not anymore.

With shaky steps, you headed back inside the house. The bass from the music hit you hard the second you walked through the door, but it wasn’t enough to drown out the feeling of dread pooling in your stomach. You tried to move quickly, pushing through the crowd of people, but it felt like every step you took was heavier than the last.

And then you saw him.

Back by the drinks table, exactly where you had found him earlier. He was standing with the same group of people—her included—laughing like nothing had happened. Like your argument outside, the tears, the pain, none of it had meant anything to him.

Your heart dropped into your stomach.

He was standing there, talking to her again, that same easy smile on his face. He looked fine—not wrecked like you felt, not like his world had just shattered like three minutes ago. It was like you didn’t exist to him anymore. Like he had already moved on.

The girl leaned in closer, saying something you couldn’t hear over the music, and Jungkook laughed—laughed—as if the two of you hadn’t just fought, as if he hadn’t just told you to leave him alone and walked away like it meant nothing.

You felt sick.

Was this what he wanted? Was this why he was so eager to push you away? To flirt with other people while you stood by and pretended not to notice? And had he just ended things with you for good?

Your mind raced, the questions tumbling over each other. Did he mean it? Was it really over? It felt like it—like the weight of his words had crushed whatever was left between you. He had called you clingy, suffocating, accused you of being too much for him. And then he’d lashed out, told you to leave him alone.

Was that it? Was he done with you?

It didn’t matter. You couldn’t stay here. Not with him acting like nothing had happened. Not with the girl still hanging on every word he said.

Your vision blurred again, but this time you forced the tears back. You weren’t going to cry in front of these people. You weren’t going to fall apart in the middle of this party where everyone could see. Not when Jungkook was standing right there, laughing as if you were nothing.

Without another glance in his direction, you hurried through the house, heart pounding in your ears. You found your bag tossed carelessly on a chair in the living room, and you grabbed it with trembling hands. You couldn’t be here anymore, couldn’t stand another second in this place with him so close but so far away.

You stumbled back outside, the cool night air hitting you like a slap as you walked away from the party. The sounds of laughter and music faded behind you, leaving only the silence of the night to engulf you.

It was nearly 2 AM, and the street was quiet. You found a spot near the curb, pulling out your phone to check for your Uber. As you waited, you felt the chill of the night seep into your bones, but it was nothing compared to the cold emptiness that had settled in your chest.

You could feel the tears still wet on your cheeks, the remnants of your carefully applied makeup now streaked and ruined. You wiped at your eyes, but it only made things worse, smudging your eyeliner and mascara. You must have looked a mess—a witch who had lost her magic, standing alone on the sidewalk with a heart shattered into a million pieces.

Why did it have to be like this?

You glanced back at the house, the music still pulsing in the background, and felt a wave of humiliation wash over you. You had made a scene, confronted him in front of his friends, and now he was probably laughing it off with them, completely unaffected. What were they saying about you? Were they mocking you? Did Jungkook even care?

The thoughts swirled in your head, drowning out everything else. You felt stupid for thinking he would change, for believing that your relationship meant something to him. Hadn’t he just proven you wrong?

As you stood there, the cold air biting at your skin, you felt small and vulnerable. You had poured your heart out, laid bare your feelings, and all it had gotten you was a cruel dismissal. You felt like a fool, standing there in your witch costume, the cape dragging behind you.

Finally, your Uber arrived, the headlights cutting through the darkness like a beacon of hope. You climbed into the back seat, the driver giving you a polite nod, but you barely registered it. You leaned against the cool window, staring at the passing streetlights, wishing you could just disappear.

The car pulled away from the curb, taking you further from the party and further from Jungkook, but no matter how far you got, you knew the pain would follow. You could still see the image of him standing there, laughing with her, as if your heartache meant nothing to him.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

September 4th, 20XX

It was louder than you’d expected, and way more chaotic. The first college party you’d agreed to attend was turning out to be something you felt wildly unprepared for. You stepped inside, taking in the loud music, red solo cups everywhere, and the crowded, dimly lit living room packed with strangers. Your friends had scattered almost immediately, leaving you standing there, unsure where to go or who to talk to.

Just as you debated retreating back out the door, someone appeared beside you. A guy with dark hair and warm eyes, who seemed unfazed by the noise and the crowds, looked down at you with a hint of a smile.

"First time at one of these?" he asked, voice warm and somehow calm amidst the chaos.

You nodded, feeling a bit self-conscious. "Is it that obvious?"

He laughed, a gentle sound that somehow eased the knot of nerves in your chest. “A little. But you’re not the only one.”

There was something about him that felt unexpectedly…kind.

“You look like you could use a tour,” he said, gesturing toward the kitchen. “How about I show you where to get a drink—non-alcoholic if that’s more your speed?”

You felt yourself relax, grateful to have someone, even a stranger, who seemed genuinely considerate. “Thanks. That actually sounds perfect.”

And with that, he led you through the crowd, glancing back every so often to make sure you were keeping up, his presence somehow making the party feel a little less overwhelming.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

But now, as you sat in the back of the car, the warmth of that memory contrasted painfully with the cold reality of what you’d just experienced. The laughter you shared had been replaced by hurtful words, and the warmth of his smile felt like a distant memory.

How had things spiraled so far from that first encounter?

You wiped at your cheeks, feeling the tears begin to fall again. You missed him—the real him. The Jungkook who had came up to you, made you feel comfortable, full of hope and excitement. The boy who had once made you feel seen and cherished.

But now, that felt like a lifetime ago. Now, you were left with the painful realization that he seemed so willing to walk away, leaving you behind in the dark.

When you finally arrived home, the familiar surroundings did little to ease the ache in your chest. You trudged inside, shutting the door behind you with a quiet thud that felt like a finality. The stillness of your apartment was overwhelming, and you kicked off your shoes, the sound echoing in the silence.

You headed straight to the bathroom, flipping the light on and staring at your reflection. The sight was jarring. Your makeup, once meticulously applied, was now smeared and streaked from the tears that had fallen. You looked like a ghost of the girl who had walked into the party, a shell of someone who had once felt confident and alive.

With shaky hands, you reached for the makeup remover. As you wiped away the remnants of the night, you felt each stroke was like removing a layer of your heartache, but it only left you feeling more exposed, raw. You rinsed your face, splashing cold water on your cheeks in a futile attempt to wash away the pain.

Once you were done, you padded to your bedroom, the weight of exhaustion settling heavily on your shoulders. You changed into a soft oversized t-shirt and climbed into bed, pulling the blankets tightly around you as if they could shield you from the hurt.

But sleep didn’t come easily. Your mind raced with thoughts of Jungkook, his laughter, the way his eyes had sparkled with mischief just hours before it all unraveled. You tossed and turned, frustration building as you tried to silence the images that replayed over and over again in your mind.

You wanted to forget—wanted to erase the memory of him standing with that girl, the words he had hurled at you—but they clung to you like shadows, refusing to let go.

Just when you thought you might finally drift off, the shrill sound of your phone broke through the silence, jolting you upright. You reached for it, heart racing as you saw Jungkook’s name flashing on the screen.

He was calling.

Read part two here!!

[cinnamooniee]

❝𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐭 [𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 3]- 𝐂𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞❞

characters: high school dropout and barista JK x high school student female reader

genre: fluff, angst(?)

warnings : none

word count: 2 797

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A cup of cinnamon coffee, the warmth of its embrace concealing the sharp bite that lingers. The bitter spice of conflict, the sting of harsh words, rises at the start. Yet, as the journey unfolds, the sweetness of an unexpected companion stirs the cup, softening the edges. But no warmth lasts forever. The comforting heat fades as reality returns, cold and unwavering, leaving only a faint, lingering bitterness at the end, a reminder of the storm that waits at the door.

After the grind of exams, today felt like a rare breath of calm, a rare moment you could actually savor. You were about to head out to the coffee shop—maybe catch up on your own reading or indulge in something non-school-related for once. As you pulled on your jacket, a slight smile crept onto your face at the thought of seeing Jungkook again, though you quickly brushed it away.

Just as you reached for the door, your mom’s voice cut through the peace.

“Where do you think you’re going?” she asked, arms crossed, an eyebrow raised in that way that made you feel ten again.

You sighed, hand hovering over the doorknob. “Just out for a bit. I’m done with exams, so I thought…”

“Done with exams doesn’t mean done with responsibilities,” she interrupted, her tone clipped. “Your sister could use some help, and this house doesn’t clean itself. You’re the oldest—you should know better.”

It took everything in you to keep your voice steady. “Mom, I’ve been working nonstop for weeks. Can I have one night where I don’t have to worry about everything?”

Your dad chimed in from the living room. “You should be setting an example for your sister, not just running off whenever you feel like it.”

You bit your lip, glancing at the hallway. “I can’t be here all the time, doing everything.”

“And what exactly are you doing that’s so important?” your mom asked, her voice heavy with disapproval.

Something in you snapped. After all the late nights, the endless studying just to keep everyone happy, the weight of it all pushed up against you until it all just… released.

Without another word, you grabbed the door, practically slammed it shut behind you, and stormed out into the evening chill. The sound of the door slamming echoed in your mind, as if your own action had stunned you. You walked quickly, head down, still buzzing from the shock of what just happened.

Your hands shook as you walked, each step pounding out the anxiety twisting in your chest. What had you just done? The reality of it hit hard: you’d never slammed the door, never talked back like that. Your parents would be waiting for you when you got back, and you knew they’d be furious. There’d be no calming explanation, no compromise.

In a daze, you reached into your pocket, switched off your phone, and stuffed it deep into your bag. You needed space from them, from the constant demands. You needed somewhere to go—somewhere that didn’t remind you of everything you felt you couldn’t handle. Without thinking, your feet took you toward the coffee shop, a quiet wish in the back of your mind that he’d be there tonight.

When you arrived, you pushed open the door, the familiar scent of coffee and pastries wrapping around you like a comforting hug. You spotted him behind the counter, busy but looking just as warm and inviting as always.

“Hey!” he called out as you approached, his face lighting up with genuine delight. “You made it! I wasn’t sure if I’d see you again.”

“Is it busy?” you asked, your voice a bit shaky, but he didn’t seem to notice.

“Nah, it’s pretty chill tonight. I’m glad you’re here,” he said, his focus still on you. "Want anything?"

You hesitated, feeling an unfamiliar warmth spreading in your chest. “I’ll just have a hot chocolate, please.” It felt safer than saying coffee today, considering your fragile state.

“Coming right up!” he said, turning to prepare your drink. You watched him move, the way he worked with such ease, the sound of the espresso machine humming in the background.

As he handed you the steaming mug, your fingers brushed against his. The contact sent a jolt through you, and you couldn’t help but smile shyly. “Thanks.”

Jungkook leaned against the counter, watching you with a curious expression as you took a seat in front of the counter.". “So, how did the exams go?”

“Good, I think? At least I hope so,” you replied, taking a sip of the hot chocolate, letting the warmth spread through you. It was comforting, just like being here.

“You think? That’s what everyone says,” he teased lightly. “I’m sure you aced them.”

“Yeah, maybe,” you said, your smile faltering as you thought about the earlier fight. But Jungkook didn’t seem to notice; he just kept looking at you, his expression softening.

“So, what are your plans for winter break?” he asked, changing the subject effortlessly.

You shrugged, taking a sip of your hot chocolate. “Probably just catching up on schoolwork. You know how it is,” you said, trying to keep the mood light.

“Schoolwork during winter break? That doesn’t sound like much fun,” he chuckled, the sound soothing your frayed nerves.

“I know, right? But my parents—” You cut yourself off, realizing you didn’t want to go down that road.

“Hey, it’s your break. You should enjoy it,” Jungkook encouraged, his eyes earnest. “Life’s too short to stress about grades all the time.”

“How about you? I mean- when do you get off your shift?”

Feeling bold, you added, “I’d liketo hang out after you’re done.”

He raised an eyebrow, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You really want to spend more time with me, huh?”

“Is that so surprising?” you shot back, your heart racing a little at your own audacity.

“Not at all! I’d love to hang out.” He glanced at the clock behind the counter and then back at you. “I still have a while left. Maybe another hour?”

“Okay, I’ll wait! I mean, it’s not like I have anything else to do,” you said, your pulse quickening with excitement.

“I’ll make sure to save some time for you,” he promised, and with that, he returned to his duties, but you could still see him stealing glances your way as he worked.

As you settled into a comfortable silence, your heart felt lighter, the earlier heaviness fading away. You pulled out the small book you bought a few weeks before to distract yourself. But the clock seemed to tick slower than usual as you waited, your mind swirling with thoughts of the conversation to come. After what felt like an eternity, Jungkook finally finished his shift. He wiped his hands on his apron, flashing you a bright smile. “Alright, I’m all yours”

“Finally” you laughed, a mix of relief and excitement coursing through you. “What now?”

“Let’s go for a walk. The rain’s stopped, and I know a nice little park nearby,” he suggested, his enthusiasm contagious.

As you stepped outside, the crisp evening air hit your face, invigorating and refreshing. The streets glistened under the streetlights, remnants of the rain from earlier creating a dreamy atmosphere.

Jungkook led the way, and as you walked side by side, you couldn’t help but steal glances at him. He seemed carefree, animatedly talking about everything and anything—his favorite music, the latest movie he had seen, even his plans for the winter break. You couldn’t help but take a moment to really look at him. The way his dark hair fell over his forehead and the way his eyes sparkled when he laughed all captivated you. You couldn’t help but wonder about him. How old was he, really? He mentioned dropping out of high school, but that was all you knew. It felt strange that you hadn’t asked before; it was as if you had been so caught up in your own world that you hadn’t taken the time to learn about his.

“Hey, Jungkook?” you started, feeling a boldness surge within you again. “How old are you?”

He glanced at you, surprise flickering across his face. “I’m nineteen. Why do you ask?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” you replied, a nervous laugh escaping your lips. “I just realized I never actually asked. You dropped out of high school, right? When did that happen?”

He nodded, his expression shifting slightly. “Yeah, I dropped out last year. It just wasn’t for me, you know? I wanted to focus on music and other things.”

“Music?” you echoed, intrigued. “Are you in a band or something?”

“Not exactly,” he chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “I play guitar and write songs, but it’s mostly just a hobby for now. I work here to pay the bills.”

“That’s really cool,” you said, genuinely impressed. “I had no idea you were into music like that.”

“Yeah, I guess it’s just something I do on the side. I’ve always loved it,” he replied, his voice softening. “What about you? Besides school, what are your passions?”

"Not much honestly, I guess i'm still figuring that part out.."

“Want to grab something to eat? There’s a great little diner just down the road,” he suggested, his voice light.

“Sure, I’d love that!” you replied, trying to keep the excitement from spilling over.

.° ༘☕⋆🖇₊˚ෆ

You slid into a booth, and Jungkook took a seat across from you, his expression animated as he scanned the menu. “What do you recommend?” he asked, looking up at you with a grin.

“Honestly? Their burgers are amazing, but I’m a slut for breakfast food at any time of day. You can’t go wrong with pancakes,” you replied, feeling more relaxed.

“Pancakes.. that does sound nice. I’ll get those too,” he said, waving over a waitress to place your orders. As you waited, you took a moment to appreciate the easy flow of conversation. Jungkook spoke animatedly about his love for cooking, sharing anecdotes about the worst dishes he had attempted to make.

But as the minutes ticked by, you found yourself glancing at the clock on the wall. It was just past 6 PM, and a knot of anxiety twisted in your stomach. You had left home at 4 PM, and you could already imagine your parents fuming at home, waiting for you to return. The earlier argument echoed in your mind, a reminder that you were likely to hear about it for the rest of the night.

“What’s up? You look a bit tense,” Jungkook noticed, tilting his head slightly, concern etched on his face.

“Just… thinking about home,” you replied, trying to brush it off. “You know how it is; parents worry and all that.”

He nodded, but you could tell he sensed there was more to it. “Yeah, I get that. My mom used to worry about me all the time. She still does, honestly,” he said, a hint of nostalgia in his voice.

You chuckled lightly, appreciating his attempt to connect. “It’s tough sometimes, isn’t it? Balancing what we want to do and what our parents expect from us.”

“Totally,” Jungkook said, leaning back in his seat, arms crossed. “But hey- you deserve to enjoy your time off. It sounds like you’ve worked really hard.”

“Thanks,” you said, grateful for his support. But despite his words, the clock seemed to taunt you as you kept checking the time. Each glance made the anxiety grow—a pit in your stomach reminding you of the fight you had before leaving home.

When the food finally arrived, you forced yourself to focus on the moment. The pancakes were fluffy and warm, and Jungkook’s eyes lit up when he took a bite.

You laughed, feeling a small weight lift from your shoulders as you joined in on the meal. You both chatted about favorite foods and your go-to comfort dishes, sharing laughter over silly stories and the ridiculous things you both had tried to cook.

.° ༘☕⋆🖇₊˚ෆ

In that moment, you felt a rush of warmth but also a wave of guilt. You had to get home soon, or else you’d really be in trouble. The clock ticked to 6:35 PM, and the knot in your stomach tightened further. The longer you stayed out, the more upset your parents would be. The thought of their disappointment and anger sent a shiver down your spine

“Um, I should probably head back soon,” you said reluctantly, glancing down at your plate as you took a few more bites. “My parents might start to worry.”

“Yeah, I get it,” Jungkook replied, a hint of disappointment in his tone. “But I’m really glad you came out tonight. You should do it more often.”

You nodded, forcing a smile. “Definitely.”

As you finished your meal, you felt a mix of emotions swirling inside you. On one hand, you loved spending time with Jungkook, but on the other, the reality of your home life loomed over you like a storm cloud.

After settling the bill, you stood up, and Jungkook followed suit. “Let me give you a ride” he offered, his voice firm with a hint of determination.

You hesitated, biting your lip. The thrill of riding with him was tempting, but the thought of your parents seeing you with a boy on a motorcycle sent a wave of anxiety crashing over you. “I can’t… my parents are home. If they see me with you, they’ll freak out.”

Jungkook’s expression shifted to concern, but he quickly smiled, a mischievous glint in his eye. “How about I drop you off a block away? That way, they won’t see us together.”

You considered it for a moment, the risk weighing heavily on your mind. The idea of riding on the motorcycle again was exhilarating, and it might just work. “Okay, that could work,” you replied, feeling a pit grow in your stomach.

As you stepped into the cool evening air, the chill hit your face, invigorating yet laced with nerves. He handed you the helmet, and you fumbled to put it on, adjusting it so it sat securely on your head. After climbing onto the motorcycle behind him, you instinctively wrapped your arms around his waist, feeling the warmth of his body against yours.

“Ready?” he asked, looking back at you, his playful demeanor still intact.

You swallowed hard, trying to shake off the nerves. “Yeah, just… a little nervous, I guess.”

He nodded slowly, his playful grin replaced by a serious look. “I get it. It’ll be fine. I promise I’ll take it slow.”

With a roar, the motorcycle came to life, and you felt the rush of wind against your skin as he revved the engine. The world blurred around you, but your thoughts were far from the thrill of the ride. Each passing block felt like a countdown to impending doom.

Your heart raced—not from excitement, but from the gnawing fear of what awaited you at home. What would your parents say? Would they be furious? You could almost hear their voices echoing in your mind, the lectures waiting for you like a storm ready to unleash.

The streets blurred past you. You felt the weight of your earlier argument pressing down on you with every turn, and the pressure built inside your chest. You glanced over your shoulder at your house, each meter increasing your dread. Would your little sister understand why you were late? Your parents? The prospect of facing their anger felt like a noose tightening around your neck.

As you entered your neighborhood, a wave of panic hit you. “This is it!” you said, your heart pounding in your chest as he slowed down. The familiar street came into view, but instead of relief, all you felt was dread.

“Here we are!” he said, easing the motorcycle to a stop a block away from your house. You could see your home glowing warmly in the distance, but it felt more like a prison than a sanctuary.

“Thanks for the ride, Jungkook,” you managed to say, your voice slightly breathless, but the words felt empty.

“Hey! Wait a second!” he called, his tone playful yet serious.

“What?” you asked, half-expecting another comment about your house.

“Just… take care, okay? I mean it,” he said, the sincerity in his voice cutting through the tension in the air. “And text me later tonight, alright? Just so I know you survived your parents.”

You smiled weakly, feeling a warmth bloom in your chest at his concern, even though your stomach churned with anxiety. “Yeah, I will,” you replied, the promise feeling heavy. You weren’t sure if you could reassure him, let alone yourself.

As you stepped onto the familiar path to your house, the warmth from your evening with Jungkook lingered, but the dread of facing your parents loomed heavily over you.

Once you walked inside, the familiar chaos of your household enveloped you. Your little sister was sprawled out on the couch, engrossed in a show, but your parents were right there in the kitchen, their voices rising in an argument.

“Where have you been?” Your mother’s voice cut through the air like a knife, sharp and accusing.

[cinnamooniee]

Sweet Spot part 3 tonight? :3