elusivecagedmockingbird

[elusivecagedmockingbird]

x

[elusivecagedmockingbird]

↳  home today!

you sure about that?

[elusivecagedmockingbird]

oops cant believe i forgot abt this shoot

me, myself, and jungkook ‘time difference’ preview photos 1

[elusivecagedmockingbird]

j-hope <Killin' It Girl (feat. GloRilla)> Official Teaser

[elusivecagedmockingbird]

Take My Hand

[jungkook x reader] [400+ angst; third and last part of Bad Omens/Ghost of You]

Bad Omens | Ghost of You

-

You were living in a loop.

You used to be oblivious of your state, but Jungkook promised to always explain what's going on every morning your life "resets".

Despite knowing that come midnight, you forget everything that happened, you reasoned that at least you get to spend the day with your husband. You made up for loss time—spent days watching movies on your bucket list, cooked and ate meals together, made love. You relived your honeymoon. You thought this was a chance for you to make up for the time stolen from you.

And while every night, your memory slips away with the darkness, Jungkook is accursed with the remembrance of your shared memories. Days turned to months and months to a year, everything and nothing changed.

Still, he would rather have this; you here now, than gone for good.

However, the days took a toll on your lifeless body. Each day that ended where you pretended to live, the light slipped further away from you and the abyss took its space. The first time you noticed this, it scared you. As morning came, so did Jungkook, and he dispelled those fears away.

But that only delayed the inevitable.

Now, you're afraid it's too late. You weren't religious—didn't believe in heaven and hell, but you still feared what comes after death. Particularly, yours. You realized that the time wasn't given to you like a gift, no. You loaned days that you can't pay and now it has come for its reparation.

You shared those fears to Jungkook, telling him that this must be the end of this charade. Assuming he would understand, you were surprised at the angry tears falling from Jungkook's eyes.

"You promised to never leave me," he reminds you. Afraid you'll slip away from him, he grips your wrist. His finger sinks into your skin and you cry. You can't feel the pain, but the sunken and rotten flesh of your arm throws you into a panic.

Your eyes shift from your arm to Jungkook's flushed face. He looks unperturbed, hands unwilling to let go. Instead, he pulls you by your hand, closer to him and kisses your torn flesh.

"Jungkook, can't you see, baby, I'm wasting away." You point out the obvious as you weakly try to pull your hand back. "This is wrong."

"No, you'll stay here with me," his tone indignant. You let out a sob, one he quickly catches with his mouth through a kiss.

"Stay with me, baby," he whispers into your lips. "Forever."

Dispirited, you whisper back, "Forever."

"We'll be fine," he assures you.

You let your tears freefall as you parrot his words.

[elusivecagedmockingbird]

F2F // KNJ

as your friend, he’s there for you. as your tutor, he’s there for you. as your lover… he’s halfway there

+

fully knowing you can’t pass the course without him, and him being self aware that he can’t go a few days without fucking you—nam joon agrees to be your tutor. it’s all fun and games until his best friend asks you out and you say; “yes”

navi | m. list | ask me ! | see note below for taglist request

pairing

tutor // smartass!nam joon + airhead // pretty privilege!oc

second lead syndrome: playboy!hoseok

au/genre

fwb // SLIGHT love triangle

love hate friendship

crack & angst

mini series // smau + written

warnings

implied smut + actual smut

name calling, dumbification, touches on technicalities of cheating, gaslighting, etc

parts

10/10

note: this fic is a mini series ‼️ therefore it WILL BE FAST PACED ‼️ please refrain from commenting on this post or the following parts posted to be added to the taglist . see note below 👇

taglist request: send a request with the title of this fic “f2f” // please DO NOT comment here or on the series . it gets confusing and i prefer answering and tagging through asks

index # f2f knj

01 // 02 // 03 // 04 // 05 // 06 // 07 // 08 // 09 // 10

end.

copyright ©️ 2023, muniimyg on tumblr.

[elusivecagedmockingbird]

god im missing him so much. counting down the days

soft evenings | for @raplinenthusiasts

{cr. 0613data}

[elusivecagedmockingbird]

my 2seok!!!

😭

[elusivecagedmockingbird]

once i beat the depression and the burnout and the anxiety and the loneliness and the exhaustion and the guilt and the awkwardness and the apathy and the low income and the chronic illness and the impatience and the vulnerability and the creative block and the capitalism and the cruelty THEN you'll see

[elusivecagedmockingbird]

a reread this morning bc y not

be my baby | myg sm au

banner by: @ppersonna​

🖇 synopsis:

— when the love of his life suddenly vanishes, he drives himself mad looking for her. seemingly erased from the world, he’s forced to pick up the pieces of his life and move on… fast forward three years and someone who looks a lot like the woman he lost is being spotted, holding a kid with an oddly familiar gummy smile…

pairing: rapper!yoongi x mom!reader

fic type: social media au

side ships: taekook, 2seok(?), namjoon x oc.

genre: idol au | heavy angst, with a pinch of fluff. there’s some smut too!!

disclaimer: mentions of alcohol abuse/addiction. pls don’t read if you’re sensitive to the topic or if it could be triggering!

status: completed.

updates: everyday.

A/N: timestamps make sense throughout the fic. if u want to be added to the tag list, send me an ask! + if you’ve asked to be on my permanent taglist, you do not need to ask to be added to this one !!

parts:

prologue

character profiles: yoongi nd company

character profiles: yn nd her babies

part one: no dramatics

part two: new follow

part three: answer me

part four: no bullshit

part five: looks different

part six: preparing him

part seven: fucking mess

part eight: head over heels

part nine: who are you?

part ten: blind date

part eleven: cheese fries

part twelve: need rescuing

part thirteen: best friend

part fourteen: the zoo

part fifteen: no excuse

part sixteen: teach me

time jump: not soulmates

part seventeen: absolutely stunning

part eighteen: still in love

part nineteen: you’ve changed

part twenty: forever thing

part twenty-one: what now

part twenty-two: regret it

part twenty-three: interesting night

part twenty-four: okay, daddy

part twenty-five: delicious man

part twenty-six: be all, end all

part twenty-seven: both of us

part twenty-eight: more than ready

epilogue (1)(2)

end

drabbles

[elusivecagedmockingbird]

──𐙚 bad boy, good girl / highschool sweet♡s

────୨ৎ────

content: highschool sweethearts, parking lot blowjob, backshots, they r lovebirds, dirty talk, praise, big cawck JK, creampie, desperate seggs, getting chased by cops, jungkook smokes and sells weed, is tatted UP, oc is a quiet good girl nerd

note from cherry: this request is MONTHS old but i finally wanted to write smth fluffy and sexy, hope u guys like it!!

@rockstryoon 4 u <3

────୨ৎ────

the backseat of his makeshift hot box, ford taurus smelled like sweat and weed,

fogged up windows that blur the beautiful sunset behind the barrier, strangely, the best views are always on random gas stations or parking lots,

much like this back alley parking spot of a local grocery store,

"fuck angel, just like that" jungkook groans, his full sleeve tatto glistening with wet droplets that spurr from his worked up, heated body

"yeah? like this baby?" you mumble through the soft licks to his fat mushroom head, pink and swollen, leaking with his arousal,

you bat your lashes up at him, squeezing his heart in the meantime,

"so fucking good, imagine everyone knew what a slut you are f'me" clenching around nothing, you shift between his spread, muscular thighs, shoving his length into the back of your throat- fuck, he fills it out so well, hitting the very back

"you take me so well sugar" his hand combes through your long strands, slicking them away from your face while you work your hot mouth on his cock, he moans- a long, desperate moan as the grip tightens

your slick practically pools in your panties, clinging to every crevice but hidden beneath the plaid, light blue skirt

his half lidded doe eyes flicker down to your messy, half opened blouse where your tits sit perfectly, full view of the small swells that fit inside his large, rough palms, your stiff buds standing proudly, begging for his attention,

he reaches down to cup your tit as best he could, groping it, toying with the fabric that covered your nipples while he rolls his fingers over them

Jungkook was nothing like you, and that's certainly why you love him,

While you spend your weekends studying for your advanced literature classes, he drives around selling weed, getting little addtions to his sleeve tatto, skipping classes to go escape the world for a little, only to sneak into your room by your window, roughed up and with his signature leather jacket, a little scratched by the tree he needs to get on to knock down the window he knew would be open,

he loves that about you,

That you're so good.

Nothing about your sweet, innocence smile smells like danger- like a police report or a chance of rebellion,

he adores how you get shy everytime he stares too long, how he never needs to worry about having to pick you up drunk out of your mind but god- does he love how much you care,

how you sit on his lap and clean up his rough skin after a fight, how your eyebrows wrinkle in concern when he lights up yet another cigarette

"m'so fucking close angel" your boyfriend mutters, lip tucked beneath his teeth, the long, shaky digits on his hands yank your messy hair, gripping it so tightly your pussy aches for relief,

like a primal instinct, his hips start rutting into your mouth, chasing, running after the wet, squeezing sensation of your body engulfing his,

It only takes your soft, manicured hands gripping the muscles of his thigh for him to snap, stuttered hips that paint your throat with a coat of his cum,

your almond, ombre nails do it for him every time, how small your palm is compared to him, how feminine you are- smell, look, feel

"good girls swallow sugar" he winks and you roll your eyes, knowing that you loved to taste him,

slightly salty, but it tasted like adoration nonetheless, you lick it off your bottom lip as well, before meeting his exhausted, loving eyes

"c'mere" nose burried in your jumbled hair, he takes a second to inhale your scent, soft, fresh laundry with a hint of cherry that resembles your beloved shampoo,

you can feel his quickened heartbeat, body crunched up in the confined space but you need more, if you could crawl in his skin, you would, needing him everywhere

Jungkook showed you that love is sometimes unconventional, and that's the most beautiful part

"you did so good, so good at sucking dick aren't you?" jungkooks whisper lingers in your ear, husky, still out of breath from his high,

"oh god- please be quiet"

one hit to his chest, another,

"okay, okay sugar, let me make it up to you" he chuckled, catching your wrist before you could throw yet another soft punch to his toned chest,

he manuvers excellently in the small space, manhandling you like it was the easiest thing he'd ever done, until you're plump rear is pointed up, arched back perfectly on display and decorated by the bunched up skirt you decided on today,

"you're so perfect you know? So pretty" you can feel his hands round over your ass, spreading them to reveal your dripping femininity all bare to him, the thong you wore now pooling at your ankles,

"i love these little things, they make you look so sexy" refering to the white thigh high socks that squeeze your thighs, he taps them,

"gguk please" your hips wiggle tesingly beneath his hungry eyes, he can see your hands pressed on the seat and your head hung down in anticipation,

one harsh slap,

"be Patient pretty, you're a good girl right?"

onther one, your skin slowly shifting into being covered in a girlish pink hue,

"are you not hm? are you a little slut after all?"

just as he's about to deliver another harsh spank to your skin, your softened, desperate voice sounds all around him, making his lips elicit a small groan,

"no gguk, i'm a good girl"

"that's right angel, such a good girl" he breathes out and finally joins his body in with yours, his stiff, angryly throbbing length held heavy in his hand,

"feel how big i am?" he teases, watching with his mouth hung open while he guided his tip between your soppy folds, grinding between them to coat himself in your stickiness, he nudges your clit, thrusting against it to watch how you clench around nothing,

"mh.. gguk.." you whine once more, biting down on your lip to not yell in desperation,

"I know pretty, i know" as he says this, his tip aligns with your entrance, pushing all the way in with one go,

"god you're so fucking tiny" jungkook moans, gripping your hips to pull you back against his pelvis, his abs flex at the contact, stiffening once he's nestled his entire girthy cock inside of you,

you could feel everything, his raw, throbbing cock filling out every crevice inside your flush walls, veins bulging against your warmth

he's ruthless with how he fucks into you, giving you no time to adjust to his size that will remain a stretch forever, snapping into you with force as you rock yourself back on him, tumbling out whimpers from your open mouth,

"yeah.. so good, my pussy, all mine, made for my cock" his torso connects with your back, wrapping his muscular arms around your trembling form as he reaches deep into your cunt, embracing the overwhelming pleasure you can only whine, moan, and hope that he wouldn't stop now,

"fuck, fuck baby you're so sexy" its now his turn to whine, he's becoming restless with his movements, moans growing more high pitched and needy with every deep push into you, his lip ring grazed by his tongue over and over again,

it's becoming too much- too much to feel your soft, small back colliding with his half revealed, sweaty torso, feeling your walls squeeze him, sucking him in so well,

Jungkook's head is spinning when he catches a glimpse of your face, red cheeks, shut eyes and a drooly mouth that begs for him, the soft strands of your well kept hair now messily falling over your shoulders and features,

but he completely looses it when you decide to grind your hip up and down, everytime he'd thrust back in, you'd keep him there a little, only pathethically grinding into his burried cock even more,

"no fuck- sugar, if you keep doing that i'm gonna fucking burst" he whines, attempting to stop his rapid orgasm but it feels too good, way too blissed out to really try and stop you,

"gguk please, i need it" you cry out, only now he notices your shaky hand thats poorly trying to play with your clit, he replaces it quickly, drawing tight circles on it while you keep grinding your hips,

"cum for me pretty, let go, make a mess on my cock" begging, pleading with you to make it messy for him, make him feel how you fall apart on him,

and god, you do,

trembling underneath his body that fully surrounds you, your knees buckle as they dig into the fabric beneath you, you practically collapse on your forarms and tits, hips held up roughly by the manly hands that still them,

"oh fuck sugar, you're so cute" he rasps, fighting the urge to cry out of joy, he'a watching your eyes wet with overwhelming pleasure but all you can do is moan, stumble out his name and feel him, feel him coat your insides in his milky release,

he swears in that very moment that he never, ever wants to stop making you feel good

"that's it baby.. that's it.. such a good girl.." jungkook speaks against your skin, his tired hips halting inside of you but he's fully wrapped you in his arms now, kissing your delicate shoulder, stroking your hair to slowly ground the both of you,

you feel his fluttered kisses collide with your skin and the spotty vision slowly returns to a normal one, the sun has set entirely now, leaving a small glow to illuminate your boyfriends face and body,

"hi" you giggle, pecking his nose when faced with the handsome boy again,

"there she is" he smiles, pulling your lips in for a deep, slow kiss

"my little treasure" he mumbles into your lips, words getting lost in what the both of you call only call love, a stronger word not having been invented yet

"okay but, i promise you i could beat jake Paul in a fight" the laugh that rumbles deep inside your boyfriends chest brings a fond smile to your face, even though he's ridiculous, you would never tell him that

"Course you could, look at that bicep"

"Right? I knew i wasn't crazy!" Jungkook exclaimes, flexing the very muscle you're fingers attempt to curl around,

"pass me the lighter sugar"

He takes the small object from you, igniting the weak flame to light up the brown cigarette in between his fingers,

"A blunt? Now?"

Your round eyes widen, melting his poor heart,

while you knew he loved to smoke weed, he doesn't really do it often,

given that he mostly sells it to whoever asked him for it, as long as they were at least sixteen

he hums, taking the blunt to his lips before dragging a long puff of smoke out,

"never a bad time" while smile slightly, he presses a few kisses to your jaw, nuzzling his button nose against yours afterwards,

"Don't we wanna leave soon? It's cold gguk"

he contemplates for a secod, but as his mouth opens to reply, sirens start blaring, a blue, radiant light right with it

never a bad time huh?

"shit" he reacts quickly, putting the blunt out and starting up his engine,

panic sets in, your heart thumps like crazy inside your chest and you could feel the cortisol pouring from your neurotransmitters,

"gguk what-"

"shh baby, buckle up, don't be scared" as he says this, he quickly takes off from the parking lot, speeding down the empty street while the siren keeps blaring, cop car closely following behind,

Jungkook is no stranger to the police and of course, you try to grow acustom to it, but you've never been directly woven into his escapades, not like this

anxiously, your hands fumble with each other, images of your boyfriend in handcuffs flooding your head in rapid time,

"hey, relax pretty, i got you, i got you i promise" he says, almost too reassuringly while reaching for one of your hands,

the other one continues steering, his foot steep on the gas petal but the cops don't back off yet,

"This is scary" you whine, whipping your head back to see you've managed to create a safe distance,

"Well not my first, don't worry" jungkook chuckles and if it weren't for him driving you would punch him in the balls right now,

"Somtimes I forget you're crazy" you tell him in all honesty, relieved when after a good 8 minutes, the road is starting to grow quiet again

"Okay miss perfect" your boyfriend teases, sticking his tongue out childishly

But you don't mind, sticking yours right back out just when you both fall into lighthearted laughter

"I love you sugar" he says, squeezing your thigh softly,

"I love you too ggukie, by the way.."

"Hm?" he hums, licking his lips while his eyes trace the road attentively

"Where are you driving to?"

"Wendys, you need to eat and I know your precious brain must be all jumbled from our little adventure"

you smile, leaning over to kiss his cheek, biting it afterwards

he truly knew you all too well,

"Best boyfriend ever"

Jungkook laughs, nodding in agreement

"Gonna have desert in your bed though"

[elusivecagedmockingbird]

[elusivecagedmockingbird]

busted my ass writing for hours only for my boss to run my article through AI 🤡

[elusivecagedmockingbird]

OO2. privacy is overrated

pairing: stalker!jungkook x stalker!reader

summary: OF creator, jungkook, loves showing off his assets to his supporters who pay to see his exclusive videos and photos—faceless. but fans wonder why he never has a girl on his videos and why he never interacts with any other girl. they don’t need to know, though, he’s been obsessed with the pretty girl who live streams on her own OF account and who he recognizes as his enemy’s ex-girlfriend. she doesn’t need to know he’s the one who tips her the most with the money he earns from his own OF account, and who loves watching her from a distance. as for him? he doesn’t need to know she stalks him, too.

warning for this chapter: small dirty comments

Jungkook recognized that cute little name. Just like how he knew who she was.

He smirked to himself as he got ready for bed, his computer connected to his TV and all set for his activities around this time.

He saw the live start already and you were conversing, too, because although you were a sex worker, you loved having random chats with your followers who loved watching you talk. Hell, half of the men and women still paid you because the majority only wanted company and you provided them that.

“Hi,” you softly greeted with that voice of yours that sent shivers up his spine.

His fingers clutched the bed sheets as he eyed your hands. Such pretty hands adorned with jewelry and small tattoos that screamed ‘you’.

You were fiddling with your tank top, teasing your viewers with your breasts that they all desperately wanted to see and wanted to taste. He, on the other hand, couldn’t help but keep his eyes on your new nails.

He felt satisfaction at seeing them since he had gifted you the money two days ago with a message that said: For your nails. He could already imagine your face (you were faceless, too) at seeing the amount of money he sent you. But he just wanted your nails so pretty and you were complaining that you needed to get them done. Only the best for you.

“I just finished eating,” you continued, soft music playing in the background. “Did you guys like the video I posted?”

Of course he loved it.

You were playing with your pretty pussy he loved so much. Your fingers were going in and out of it, filling your room with lewd noises he drooled over. He loved that video so much.

His fingers immediately moved across his computer to give you money. He sent you $200 with a message for today: your nails look pretty angel.

You smiled.

“My nails look pretty because of you,” you said, showing off your nails better on screen. “You like?”

‘Love’ he typed.

“You spoil me so much, maybe I’ll allow you to choose what I should do next live, hmm?” You hummed, leaning back a little to show off a small peak of skin from your tank top that rode up by your stomach. “You’d like that?”

Fuck, he’ll love that.

‘Maybe you riding that pink dildo? you haven’t ridden it in a while’ he typed.

He saw the way your chest slowly moved with the breaths you let out and the soft murmurs of your voice as you read his message.

“You just want to see me bouncing on the dildo while you imagine it’s you,” you giggled, getting close to the camera a bit. He recognized the necklaces on your neck. After all, you never took them off in high school. “But, I think it’s a great idea. I’ll do that next live and moan out whatever title you want: your name, sir, or daddy. Maybe a pet name you’ll like.”

‘For little ol me?’ He typed.

“You’re always sending me so much and spoiling me,” you said. “It’s my turn to give you a little something. You’d want that choice by the way?”

‘Yeah baby, next time moan out the name daddy while you take that dildo so well and imagine it’s my cock’ he typed.

Shit… was that too much?

He facepalmed. He came off too strong.

“Daddy, huh?” He heard the amusement in your voice. He could always recognize that tone and so many others. You were an open book to him. “Then expect it next time.”

As you chatted, he saw other men and women giving you more money than he did. Seeing it as a challenge, he sent you another $500, then another $600, and another $700.

You could only watch in awe. You really had to find out or do more for this man who watched you because the amount of money he sent you was admirable yet insane. And you were just talking this time. He went crazy when you did your nsfw lives.

“I have to go,” you softly said as the livestream came to its end. Your fingers waved at the screen.“Expect me tomorrow. And please come prepared. We’re gonna have a lot of fun together, hmm?”

Everyone almost agreed.

You giggled.

“Bye,” you waved.

‘See you tomorrow baby’ Jungkook typed before he logged off, his mind filled with thoughts of you.

And he wondered if you still did your eyebrows just like the last time he saw you. It’s been almost 7 years, he remembered, because he could still feel your touch.

Of course he knew you. Finding you wasn’t that hard when you revealed yourself by accidentally following him on your main account angelover. He was lucky enough to have accidentally swiped on your name on his notifications and he was left looking at your content like a lovestruck fool.

He recognized those hands. That’s what he recognized the most.

Because when you were in college, you grabbed his arm. You touched him and looked at him with eyes he swore could beg him to do anything. If you say jump, he’ll say how high. If you told him to get on the fucking ground and worship you, he’ll ask you which part of your body you want him to start on.

Jungkook stalked your account. Every follower and following. He saw that a burner account by the name user8023894 followed you and, surprisingly, him. He had smirked to himself at finding that account and knowing it was you, and he watched with satisfaction as that account appeared on his notifications.

Used8023894 commented: such a pretty cock, wish it could split me in half <3

Don’t tempt me baby, he thought to himself because he does not have a coding friend for no reason that could easily find your location.

“C’mon Namjoon please,” Jungkook whined the next morning after your livestream. “Just this once. Please. I’m not going to do anything wrong. She knows me.”

“Then why doesn’t she let you know where she lives?” Namjoon asked as he eyed the burner account on his computer.

“Because she doesn’t know she knows me,” Jungkook groaned, plopping back on the chair. “Please, man. I helped you with that one girl. I was literally your wingman. Come on. Help me find her. I need to show her how much I miss her.”

“Dirty whore,” Namjoon retorted with malice behind his words. “Fine! I’ll give you the address tomorrow. But I swear to God, you better not do anything illegal that will put me in jail.”

“Promise. You’re doing me a huge favor.”

[elusivecagedmockingbird]

𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕

✿𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: Jungkook x Reader

✿ 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚:  The one where everytime you get dumped you pretend that you never met the guy before to mess with their heads. To the point that if you run into them somewhere you reintroduce yourself and act like you’ve never seen each other before.

Enters fuckboy Jungkook who disappears after your night together, not knowing how much he was about to regret that choice. 

✿ 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒔:  Romance, Humor, Fluff, Angst, College AU

°•. 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕  .•°

Preview - Gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss.

Part one - Manifestation slut. 

Part two - Observation, therapy, critical thinking and hereditary pettiness

Part Three - The best of friends, like rats and the plague 

Part Four - Great distress and moral conundrum 

°•. ✿ .•°

(Fanfic masterlist)

(support me on my ko-fi <3)

[elusivecagedmockingbird]

Sunday, Monday... Masterlist

pairing: bartender!jungkook x f. reader

genre: fwb, f2l, coworker au, smut [18+]

summary: what’s that saying? don’t fuck your co-worker… unless he’s Jeon Jungkook.

Sunday, Monday… Teaser

Sunday, Monday… July 29, 2023

Sunday Drabble August 1, 2023

Monday Drabble August 5, 2023

Tuesday, Wednesday… November 15, 2023

Fooling Around On A Tuesday November 25, 2023

Sunday, Monday: Thursday Halloween October 29, 2024

Thursday, Friday… May 17, 2025

[elusivecagedmockingbird]

happy 1 year to rpwp lol i planned to write more namjoon fics but life

Exploration No. 5

[namjoon x reader] [1k+ strangers to lovers?, fluff] A/N: This is loosely based on Reese Lansangan's Exploration No. 5. Whenever I listen to the song, I think the line "Hey, what's your favorite crustacean?" was written for Namjoon. Or the entire song might as well have been. Also, I just really miss him. I miss BTS.

-

You hated school excursions, but you think you can make an exception for this particular trip if your museum guide is this cute.

-

For most of the tour, you were spacing out. Walking past exhibits, mindlessly taking photos of artifacts you may or may not use as a reference to your sketches. It's not like you didn't like museums, you actually enjoyed them. But on your own time.

"Y/N, look," Jungkook calls for your attention, imitating the posture of a taxidermized creature.

"Cute," you reply dryly. "Ya!" You hear as you walk away, not in the mood for one of his shenanigans.

You were passing by a group gathered under the fossilized crustaceans exhibit when the guide, passionately explaining an in-depth history of crustaceans, caught your eye.

The museum wasn't exactly short of cute guys, but call it fate or whatever you want, but something had you glued to where you stood, a few steps away from him. And it's not like you stayed to gawk at the guy, you were genuinely growing interested and curiouser and curiouser with each discussion.

"So, any questions?" The cute guy asks. Cue crickets and tumbleweeds passing. "Right. Thanks for—"

"Is it true lobsters pair and mate for life?" You dumbly ask. Of all the questions you could ask.

Seeming shocked someone asked a question, Namjoon searches for the source of the voice.

Your eyes meet.

"Ah well, miss…"

"Y/N. Just Y/N"

"Just Y/N," he smirks, "I hate to be the breaker of bad news, but by nature, lobsters are not exactly monogamous. A male lobster would most likely mate with multiple females during encounters lasting days to weeks. So no, lobsters don't pair and mate for life." He clarifies with a smile.

Just when you thought he couldn't be more adorable, you're proven wrong with those dimples.

"Ah, I see," you return with a smile, "Bummer."

"But there are other sea creatures that stick to one when they find their pair; we have angelfishes, sea otters, even some species of seahorses," he ends with a soft laugh.

Fuck, he's really adorable. "Oh, cute," clearing your throat, "I meant the angelfishes, and the uhm..” You let out a half wheeze, half laugh noise.

Now he’s staring with mirthful eyes.

“I was saying it’s cute that there are species that, uhm, that are like, you know, monogamous. Sticks to one; ride-or-die couples, I guess." Great, you're now rambling.

And your group seemed to have moved on to the next exhibit.

Reluctant to leave but unsure how to continue the conversation, he picks it up for you and asks, "Did you get that 'fact' from friends?"

"Huh?"

"The one about the lobster. I presume you watched the series and got it from there."

Now you're embarrassed. "Heh, I did. Kind of embarrassed now to admit that I believed it for years," you titter, "have you watched the show, too?"

He hums in reply. And as he walks further to the fossil aisle, you follow. "My mom bought me all ten DVDs, and from that, I learned to speak English better," he continues. You laugh, thinking it was a joke until you chance another look at him.

"Oh, you're serious." Another smile, then he nods. "So, do you think you're more of a Joey, Chandler, or Ross?"

Now it's his turn to look at you. "Humor me," you continue.

"I guess I'm a bit like Chandler. I see myself relating to his character." You let a beat pass before shamelessly replying, "I bet you don't have much trouble getting girls, though."

At that, he loudly laughs, a few students turning to look in your direction.

Oh, you'd gladly lamely flirt with him in exchange for his amusement.

"That's actually the bit that I relate to. Aside from classes and this internship here at the museum, it's not every day I meet cute girls who would want to talk to me. But today must be my lucky day."

Again, he smirks. He definitely knows how it affects you, too. You blush. And if possible, melt. You don't think you can even look at him, so you turn to face the artifacts. You actually dare to be bashful now when you fired the first flirty remark.

Mouth still stretched to a grin, you turn to face him. "You must think you're charming, huh?"

"Well, I'm assuming if I struck your fancy, at least a little bit." You like the creases by his eyes when he smiles, you think.

"Okay, you did. And you are."

Like a still-frame from a film, you're stood in the middle of the museum, heart eyes staring at each other.

You were the first to break away.

You are about to ask him another question when your professor announces it's time to leave for your next museum destination.

"Ah, I guess you have to go now," he nods towards the corner where students start to gather. You turn to look and agree with a nod, hiding your disappointment.

You try to stall. Just a bit. You gather all the bits of courage you have, "I know this is a bit too direct, but—" You're cut off, "Y/N, come on, we gotta go." Jungkook calls for you.

You huff, "Yea, just a minute. I'm right behind you." You stare him down until he goes ahead without you. And he does, but not before glancing at Namjoon.

You look back at Namjoon to see him expectantly looking at you, "Uhm, so thanks for the fact-check.." You trail off as he nods. Your courage was quick to leave you, and with that, you accept defeat.

But as if your fallen confidence were caught by your feet, you were merely a few steps away when you walk back to him, "Hey, what's your favorite crustacean?"

Startled by the question, Namjoon stutters a reply, "What?" He sees you shift in your feet, "Well, I mean, there are a lot, and I guess there's—"

"Can you tell me through text?" You attempt to steel your nerves once again. You can let embarrassment consume you after you leave the museum, but now, you want to shoot your shot.

He laughs and looks at your leaving party, "I guess I can do that since we're pressed for time." He takes your phone to call his, and long fingers quickly types in his name and number before you hear Jungkook call for you again across the gallery.

"Thanks," you see his saved contact and smile, "Joon."

He smiles back with a nod.

Ah. There's that killer smile. You want to dip your finger in those dimples, you think.

You hold back your intrusive thoughts and rush to your friends.

Unbeknownst to you, Namjoon’s stupefied, in a good way. And as he watches you catch up to your group, you turn around and wave goodbye. He returns the gesture.

-

Sat at the bus and enthused, you send Namjoon a message.

"Hey, tell me again, what's your favorite crustacean?"