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hi guys! prob gonna upload some military husband stuff for the members hehe

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CLOSER TO YOU II [JJK]

PAIRING: nerdy!roommate!jungkook x fem!OF!reader

GENRE: smut, roommates au, nerd!jk, photography major!jk, friends to fuck buddies, OF!reader, slight fluff.

SUMMARY: After getting various comments about your poor filming skills for your OF page, you finally decided to give in and reach out to the one person that could help you with your problem. However, what started as your roommate just helping you to film your video turned into you begging him to fuck you.

How long would it take for Jungkook to finally give in? After all, all he ever wanted was to be closer to you.

WC: 4.5k

WARNINGS: pwp, this is pure smut (mdni), unprotected sex, smacking, choking, dumbification/slight degradation, jungkook wearing a silver chain (trust me, that needs a warning), riding, jungkook being a complete meanece for real this time, teasing, a lot of pet names, nipple play, slight fingering, jungkook saying that one line from that one live, big dick!jk, very slight fluff at the end bc i didn't know how to end it. lmk if i'm missing something.

A/N: part 2 is here woo! i cannot even explain how much i love this jungkook, like omg nerdy!jk is just a yes for me. Anyway, i hope u guys like it and enjoy it as much as i did writing it. As always lmk ur thoughts on the comments or through asks, feedback is always appreciated. Happy reading <3!

part 1 | masterlist

Moans, lewd and whiny moans filled the room. A mixture of breathless words, nonsensical chants and obscene sounds engulfed both of your ears, pulling you into a dreamy dimension where only your and Jungkook’s body existed. The reality of it all was that the man in front of you was taking you places that you never thought of reaching, all in the comfortness of your bed. His hands, once timid and careful, were now running wild over your body, eliciting the most beautiful noises out of you. His avid fingers were pressing hard enough in the right spots while his mouth was eagerly devouring yours. 

It was only you and him, him and you; nothing else mattered in the world, only the warm touches and harsh curses thrown to the wind whenever either of you would bring pleasure to the other. The video —which was the main reason for you two to end up like this— was long forgotten, with the camera still aiming to the spot you two were sitting at but neither of your bodies were in sight. Jungkook was nice enough to carry you to the bed and lay you down to get more comfortable.

“You deserve better than just pillows and a blanket.” He said, waiting for you to wrap your legs around his waist to finally get up.

Everything leading up to this moment felt like a fever dream, the attempts to dirty talk, the way Jungkook used his fingers to pleasure you, the pet names and the look that coated his face when he watched you come on his hand; it felt like the most cliche plot for a porno. Asking my roommate to help me with something ends up with us fucking; you were sure that if you browsed for a few minutes in the hub you would find at least ten videos with the same storyline, but here you were, being another addition to the list, the only difference is that this wasn’t a raunchy film that you could find on the dark side of the internet, it was your life, and you were about to fuck your roommate.

“I need to ask before this goes any further.” Jungkook's breathless voice sounded so good that it almost distracted you from what he was saying. “Are you completely sure about this?”

“Kook, baby, I appreciate you asking, but if you don’t put your dick in me, I’ll kick you out of the apartment.” You deadpanned. 

Jungkook chortled at your response, pulling away just enough to undress. You waited patiently, enjoying the view he was providing you with. His honey-like skin glistened under the neon lights after taking off his black shirt; abs were in full display along with his big biceps. His right arm was adorned with an array of tattoos that he collected all through the years he’s been living with you. Who would have thought that under all those baggy clothes was hidden such a hot body? It often baffled you how different his appearance was compared to his personality; Jungkook looked like a cinnamon roll with the body of a certified fuckboy, however, he wouldn’t catch you complaining, especially not now. The brown-haired guy took his glasses off, carefully placing them on your night-stand, and just as you were about to protest, your roommate was quick to form a knowing smile on his face.

“I know you like them on me, but it’ll be impractical to fix them all the time while I fuck you dumb, don’t you think?” It was ridiculous how much his voice and words affected you. “Let’s keep them away from now.”

You couldn’t even form a proper response to that, other than a meck nod. You were hypnotized by the way he was taking his clothes off. Jungkook was now left with his usual pair of baggy jeans that were low enough to show the hem of his Calvins, he also had a silver chain wonderfully hanging from his neck; you often daydream about it, imagining how the cold material would feel against your skin, dangling just close enough to your face that you could simply take a bite and pull him down to meet your lips. It seemed like you were about to find out.

“Can you leave it on?” You requested signaling to his chain. 

“Sure thing, pretty.” He flashed you a smile, pulling away his hands from the necklace. 

You really needed to get used to this side of Jungkook, otherwise you weren’t going to survive the night, although you had a feeling that it wouldn’t really make a difference considering what was about to happen. 

Both of his hands drifted down to undo his pants, pulling them down easily and tossing them somewhere in your room. Next thing was his underwear, a pair of black Calvins that were just tight enough to reveal his evident hard-on. Even with the fabric covering that area you could still make out its length. It looked bigger than what you were expecting, which only added to your eagerness. Without further ado —and driven by the sudden confidence, Jungkook took them off, letting his thick cock spring free from its confinements. You couldn’t help to let out a tiny gasp, zeroing on his reddened tip that was already leaking precum. It was in fact bigger than what you assumed he would be, nothing too crazy but drastically larger than the other guys you’ve been with. It was slightly curved to the right, the perfect angle to reach the places you wish him to reach. The veins adorning his cock made you salivate at the thought of what it would feel like against your hot tongue. Would it feel heavy? Would it make you gag? Would it get you crying and turn you into a spit mess? Maybe you will have to wait to find out. Tonight was all about you and him enjoying each other in a closer way, getting a taste of him would have to wait. 

The more you stared at him the more your hands were eager to reach out and stroke it, to see if it would be able to fit in your palm, because judging by its looks, you even doubted that you could take it all. 

“You like what you see?” Jungkook’s voice was the embodiment of sin. Low and raspy with a hint of hesitation that he tried to cover with a faint chuckle. 

Deep down he was feeling nervous once again, feeling too vulnerable and exposed, however, backing down wasn’t an option for him, so instead of letting his insecurities conquer his mind, Jungkook decided to act driven by desire more than rationality. 

“I do, actually.” You answered, staring at him with such a look that made the guy weak in the knees. “Come here, pretty boy.” 

Pulling him by his chain you crashed your lips together, both liberating a satisfied moan when the head of his cock brushed through your folds. His hands, that were on each side of your head, caging you in, fisted the soft material of the pillow in which your head was resting on, all due to the sensation of your hot cunt against his length. 

“Shit.” You breathed out after pulling away. “Do that again.” 

Jungkook only shook his head, confusing you with the sudden rejection. 

“You’re missing something there.” He added, eyes never leaving yours. 

“What do you mean?” 

“Come on, pretty. I know you’re smart enough to figure it out on your own.” His answer was followed by a harsh smack on one of your thighs. “Aren’t you?”

“But I don’t—” Another smack delivered to your tender flesh interrupted you. “Fuck, wait…” The next time his hand impacted against your skin a sting of pain mixed with pleasure spread within you. “Jungkook!” You whined, trying to create some friction on your own. 

“I thought you said you were gonna be good for me.” He mockingly said, colliding his big hand with the flesh of your ass this time. “Why don’t you look back on your manners, hm?” 

This fucker. 

Jeon really was full of surprises, or so it seems, because just when you thought he would go easy on you, he pulled this. 

“Seriously? All of this over me not saying, what? Please?” You sassily argued back. 

“Is that how you wanna act right now, doll?” He raised one of his eyebrows, questioning you in such a way that got you wondering what would be the appropriate approach. “I’d be careful with what I say if I were you.” 

“What if I don’t want to?” 

The question hung in the air for a few seconds before Jungkook pulled away from you completely. His hands reached out for your waist, holding you with a strong grip. 

“Turn around.” He ordered. A few more seconds passed before he turned you around himself. “And just so we are clear, I’m not repeating myself tonight.”

Ass in the air, completely exposed to him. It excited you what his next move would be, but it was also killing you not knowing what he was up to. 

His hands were caressing your sides slowly, distracting you for a second with his touches from what was coming your way. 

“It seems like you can’t keep up with your promises.” It was sudden, completely unexpected; the sound of skin being slapped echoed through the room. His tattooed hand colliding with your ass. “So I might need to remind you what you asked for.” 

The next one felt harsher than the last one, eliciting a deep moan out of you and making your whole body move forward. This is not what you imagined that your night would be like, and you were definitely not expecting your roommate to turn into such a brat tamer. However, what surprised you the most is how much you actually liked it. This whole scenario in which Jungkook was simply handling you in any way he wanted was far way better than what your fantasies were about. The way he talked to you; the fact that he knew just the right amount of strength he needed to use to make you whimper in pleasure rather than pain; the tender touch he would provide you with before delivering another slap, as if he were preparing your skin for the collision. Everything felt like the perfect wet dream. 

After delivering one last slap to your ass, Jungkook leaned down to place wet kisses all over the area, before admiring the red imprint of his hand on both cheeks. 

“You think you’re ready for me now?” He mockingly asked. “Or should I check?” Not even expecting an actual answer, he slipped two fingers inside your entrance, moving them painfully slow. 

“Jungkook, please…” You whined, burying your face into the pillow. 

“Oh, now you know how to use the word, hm?” His fingers never stopped moving. “How convenient.” 

You shook your head, whimpering and squirming under his touch. “No more, please…”

“No more what? Tell me doll, what do you want from me?”

“No more… teasing.” 

You struggled to answer, letting out a deep breath before looking over your shoulders to glare at him. In hindsight, you should’ve known better than doing so, because the way his sweat-coated skin shone under the red lights almost got you coming on his fingers again. 

“Oh god!” You moaned when his fingers dug deeper into your velvety walls. “Right-fucking-there!” 

And just when you started to feel your walls getting tighter and your stomach feeling funny, Jungkook pulled out, stroking your clit a few times before flipping you over on your back. 

“Why did you stop?” 

“You’re the only one getting all the fun, baby.” He simply answered. “And next time you come, I want you to do it on my cock.” He placed a kiss on your lips before adding, “Where are the condoms?” 

Jungkook wasn’t dumb, he knew you had to have some hidden somewhere in your drawers, he’s seen you buy a package before, and while he had some himself, the brown-eyed boy didn’t think it would be practical to go to his room for it. 

“No need.” Just before he could question your answer, you added, “I’m on the pill.” 

Jungkook couldn’t comprehend what good he did in his past life to get this lucky, but he was thankful for it. 

“Should’ve said that from the start.” 

“Why? You like it raw that much?” You chuckled.

“Only when I have a pretty girl like you under me.”  His lips brushed against yours with a fleeting touch, making you chase after him which caused a smug laugh out of him. “Patient, doll. I’ll give you what you want, but you gotta be on your best behavior. Can you do that for me?” 

You nodded, adding a quick yes right after. Jungkook leaned down once again, placing his hands on each side of your head just like before. He started up kissing your neck, placing wet kisses all over it before reaching your mouth again. It was the perfect distraction from him lining up with your entrance. Before you even knew it, Jeon was pushing his tip right in, slowly and steadily. 

“Oh, fuck, ah…” You moaned out, hands flying over his shoulders. “Jungkook.” His name came out of your mouth as a whimper. 

“I know, pretty, I know.” He rested his forehead against yours. “Fuck, you’re really tight.” 

The brown-haired guy kept pushing in, careful to not hurt you and stopping every now and then to help you get used to his size. It was more than what you would normally take, so it took you a few seconds to go from slight pain to pleasure. Your nails were digging into his honey skin, eliciting a hiss from the guy above you, but not even once did he complain, if anything it looked like he enjoyed that sliver of pain.  

“Oh god, you feel amazing.” Jungkook whispered against your lips when he finally bottomed out. His breath was agitated and it was evident that he was struggling to keep still, yet he managed to do it, waiting for your permission to move. “You're doing so good, baby. Look at you, you took me so well, it’s all in.”  

You tried to look down to where both of your bodies were united. It was just there that reality really hit you; having all of his manhood nestled deep inside you was a whole new sensation, a different kind of feeling. You knew that there was no coming back from this, no going back to normal, no getting the same feeling from anyone else. You could only hope for this to be good enough for your roommate to stay with you. 

“Let me know when I can move, yea?” His breathy voice brought you back from your thoughts, preventing you from overthinking. 

A small nod was your first response, “You can… You can move.” You softly said. 

“Alright, I’ll be gentle okay? Promise I’ll make you feel good.” A sweet kiss was placed on your mouth before his hips started moving. 

Jungkook commenced thrusting in and out, sliding with enough ease inside of you while maintaining a steady pace. You could feel the entirety of him, stretching you out deliciously good. His cock was hitting the right places over and over again, eliciting moan after moan from you. His face had the most beautiful expression you’ve ever seen. Eyes connected to yours, lips parted while panting and cursing, eyebrows furrowed with a slight coat of sweat covering his forehead. Everything was just right.

Jungkook was loving every second of it, the way you were clenching on his length, while looking right up at him with pleading eyes and your nails scratching his skin was something he never thought would love so much. It was until then that he questioned if he was into pain, because the burning sting of your nails digging into his toned back was getting him more excited than it probably should. 

“Shit, Kook, you feel so good right now.” You panted, connecting your lips into a messy kiss. “Faster… I need it faster.”

“Anything you want, doll.”

You didn’t need to tell him twice; going at a slow pace was torturing him. Jungkook was quick to speed up, thrusting in and out of you with such strength that almost made you scream. He continued to fuck you like that, pressing his chest agaisnt yours while leaving a trail of wet kisses from your neck to your collarbones, sliding down with ease until he reached your tits. Jungkook admired them for a few seconds before diving in to close his mouth around one of your nipples. 

“Ah, Jungkook.” You whimpered, feeling his hot tongue circling your already hardened bud. His pace never relented even when his sole focus was on devouring your tits. 

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” He whispered against your skin. His teeth made contact with your sensitive nipple, stealing a gasp from you while some incoherent sentences flew out of your mouth. “What was that, pretty?” 

Jungkook was fucking you so good that it was difficult to even utter a single word. Everything felt so intense, and he was taking good care of you that it felt almost unfair to only lay there and enjoy it, that’s why you tried to compose yourself to voice your request.

“Come on, baby, use your words. Or is it hard for you to speak with your pussy stuffed with my cock, hm?” He mocked you and your little sounds. 

You’ll pay for that later. 

Trying to push him away would be futile so you didn’t even try, instead you glared at him while saying, “I wanna ride you.” It was clear and straight to the point, you needed to experience being on top of Jeon Jungkook while taking all of his cock as deep inside you as you could, at least once in your life. 

“You’re gonna be the death of me, doll.” He breathed out, “But okay, show me what you got.”

In a split of a second, Jungkook was laying down on your bed, staring right at you with lustful eyes and a smirk plastered on his face. His big hands were resting on each side of your hips, caressing your skin tenderly, almost encouraging you to get going with what you wanted to do. With no further ado, you guided his twitching dick to your folds, sliding through them and smearing your juices all over his length; you were enjoying the sensation of his tip nudging your clit when a harsh smack was delivered to your ass.

“No teasing.” Jeon warned you when you looked at him pouting, however, you complied, lining his cock with your entrance, sinking in slowly to enjoy how good he was stretching you out. “There you go, fuck, that’s it, pretty. You’re so good.” He hissed, holding your hips with a stronger grip than before. 

“You feel so big like this.” Throwing your head back, you whimpered out of pleasure, losing yourself in the sensation of his cock reaching deeper into you in this position. 

You started to move, back and forth with a steady pace; hands now resting on his chest to get more comfortable. Little by little you gained speed, sliding up and down just like you always wanted, the sound of skin on skin filled the room, along with the filthy sounds coming from both of your mouths. 

“Shit, that’s it. You look so pretty bouncing on my cock.” Jungkook loved the new view, not only did you feel amazing in this position, with your walls clenching on his girth, but also the way your tits were bouncing up and down with every move was driving him crazy. 

One of his hands reached up to hold your tit, fondling and kneading your tender flesh, however, his hand didn’t stop there. Jungkook felt bold enough to push his hand further up, slithering smoothly until his fingers reached a certain part of your body. Without even thinking, Jungkook wrapped his hand around your neck, just tight enough to make you gasp in surprise but without any ill intent. Nonetheless, it seemed like you weren’t the only one being taken by surprise, because the sudden pressure on your neck was like adding fuel to the fire, encouraging you to fuck yourself harder and faster on his throbing cock, and Jungkook noticed how your whole demeanor changed.

“Look at you,” He chuckled, “You liked being treated like this, huh? Like it when I choke you and smack you hard enough to leave a mark on you?” 

It was cruel the way he was speaking to you, but you couldn’t deny it, if anything it only pushed you to speed up, making your thighs ache and almost fall on his chest completely exhausted. 

“Ju-Jungkook…” You tried to call his name in a pleading voice. It was only then that you recognized the hot feeling forming in the pit of your stomach. Your orgasm was, once again, approaching.

“What? Can’t you answer the question? Are you that dumb to say a simple yes, hm?” His mocking smile was as infuriating as attractive. “Come on, doll, I know you can do better than that.” 

You really tried to hold yourself together, but the more his cock hit your sweet spot, the more your strength crumbled. 

“I- I’m…” It was getting pretty hard to voice your thoughts with his hand around your throat. 

“Am I making it difficult for you to speak?” The hand he placed on your waist was helping you to keep moving, but the one adorning your neck never lessened the grip. “Do you want me to take my hand off? You just have to say please and I’ll do anything you want, pretty.”

How could such a sweet and nice guy turn into a complete meanece in the blink of an eye. Jungkook continued to prove that judging a book by its cover it’s never a good thing, because the way he was acting with you in that moment, was beyond what you imagined he would be like in this type of scenario. 

“Ple-Please,” You begged, “Jungkook… please.” Not even a second passed before you could breathe properly again, his tattooed hand away from your neck. 

You felt like passing out, but his angelic voice brought you back from your hazy state.

“You okay there, Y/n?” He smiled softly at you, confusing you and making your heart skip a beat. Jungkook looked at you with a split of concern and tenderness for a brief second, making a weird feeling spread through your body, one that you were too scared to address. 

“I’m… yes, all good.” You nodded. 

“I’m glad to hear that.” Both of his hands were back to holding your hips. “Because I’m not done, understand?” His eyes had that evil glint once again.

Before you could even ponder on his switching attitude, his strong arms wrapped themselves around your waist, forcing you to rest on top of him, chest to chest and face so dangerously close to yours.

“I know you’re close, baby, stay like this and I’ll give you exactly what you want.”

And so you did, burying your face in the crook of his neck while Jungkook positioned himself the right way to slam his cock into you with hard and fast thrusts. Your whimpers were muffled against his skin, while his moans filled your ears. He sounded so pretty, chanting your name the more you clenched on him.

“Shit, I’m getting close too.” Jungkook announced. 

“Please, I wanna cum…” You begged, pulling away from his neck to look at him with pleading eyes. “I can’t hold it.”

“I’m almost there, doll, wait for me, come on.”

His hands started to slide down to get a hold of your ass while still thrusting into you at such a relentless pace. So persistent and intense, every touch, move and caress felt ten times more than before, your whole body was sensitive that it was so difficult for you to hold it together, you desperately needed to have your release. Jungkook was aware of it, it was so painfully clear how bad you needed to cum, how desperate you were for him and his cock.

“I’m gonna fill you up so good.” His husky voice rang through your ears, making goosebumps coat your skin. “Fuck, I’m right there, baby, come with me. Make a mess on my dick.” 

It was automatic the way your body reacted to his command. A needy moan abandoned your mouth while your hands fisted the sheets in which the both of you were laying. You finally came on Jungkook’s cock, clenching so deliciously tight, meanwhile your whole body shook with the intense feeling of your awaited release. 

“Fuck, so good… Y/n, shit.” You couldn’t even pay attention to whatever the brown-haired boy was saying; completely lost in the moment and how well you felt. “I’m gonna come.”

With a final thrust, Jungkook finally unraveled, filling you to the brim with his warm cum. Hips stuttering and voice completely hoarse while calling your name. It felt so good to hear him like that, so breathless and spent; weak and whiny, so needy for you and only you. 

It took you a few minutes to fully recover from such an intense moment. Neither of you dared to speak once the rush of your orgasm finally subsided, you laid there, on his firm chest, breathing his scent and relishing in the sensation of his fingers caressing your back with a soft touch. 

“Are you… Are you okay?” There was a pinch of shyness in your roommates voice, almost as if his dominant persona vanished the moment he got his release. “I wasn’t too much, was I?”

You giggled against his warm skin, lazily shaking your head to answer his concerns. 

“It was way better than I expected.” You confessed, feeling your cheeks heat up due to that. “I gotta admit that you surprised me, though. I didn’t know you could be like that.”

Jungkook sighed softly, feeling satisfied with your response but slightly amused by your comment. 

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me, yet.” 

It was the way he said it that piqued your interest, promising and inviting, as if he was trying to lure you into discovering just how much you still needed to learn about him. And just like Jungkook wanted, you fell right into it.

“Maybe you can show me.” Lifting your head slowly, you stared into his beautiful brown eyes, waiting for a reaction.

“Are you sure you want to get into that?” 

You nodded, eyes drifting down to set on his puffy lips. Jungkook didn’t think twice before leaning in to kiss you, slow and soft, with so much care that almost made you feel dizzy. 

“Alright, I’ll show you all of me.” 

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absolutely!🥲🥲

just so we’re all on the same page — this picture IS the blueprint for either a dilf!jk fic or pretty rich boy!jk

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200 followerssss! i love you all sm and ty for the support on my work 🥹

sorry i haven’t updating… i’ve been super sick and my allergies r HORRIBLE.

i’ll update some taehyung headcanons for a fill 😉

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ೃ࿔* COOL ABOUT IT + kim taehyung

after heartbreak shatters your world, kim taehyung slowly teaches you how to trust and love again with his quiet patience and overwhelming care.

word count : 4.1k

genre : angst… fluff if you squint

warnings : reader is very very sad, she pushes people away, mentions of past physical abuse…cheating…emotional trauma, healing! kind of slow burn? idk, heavy emotional themes, taehyung is a sweetheart and he has a lot of love for you, THIS IS NOT PROOFREAD!

a/n : this is was kind of hard to write because it broke my heart over and over again :,(. this one is for the anonymous who requested this!

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you weren’t always like this.

there was a time when you smiled easily, laughed until you couldn’t breathe, believed people when they said they loved you. danielle and sophia loved to remind you of that. they were the only ones who really knew the truth about what had happened, about who you had become after him.

they had seen the bruises you tried to hide. the way you winced when someone hugged you too hard. the excuses you made about falling, bumping into things, being “clumsy.”

they saw through the lies— through you. they saw the way you flinched at sudden movements, the way you stopped looking people in the eye, how you shrank into yourself when anyone raised their voice even a little. they knew what he had done.

sophia had found you one night, curled up in your bedroom, sobbing so hard you could barely breathe, a purple-blue handprint staining your hip. you hadn’t even meant to tell them everything, but once the first words spilled out, it all came flooding. the cheating. the gaslighting. the nights you were too scared to move. the mornings when you couldn’t remember how you made it through the night.

danielle and sophia hadn’t hesitated. they hadn’t let you go back, hadn’t let you make excuses for him, hadn’t cared when you cried and begged and said it was “complicated.”

sophia’s brother had come to your apartment the next day and when your ex tried to show up and apologize, to “work it out,” he had thrown him out so hard he nearly broke the door.

since then, danielle and sophia never stopped telling you that you were still you. still the same lovely, bright girl you had been before him. even if you didn’t believe it. even if you didn’t feel like her anymore.

they stayed by your side when you went silent, when you stopped showing up to parties, when you buried yourself in school and work just to stay busy enough not to think.

they were the ones who kept you tethered to this world when everything inside you said to disappear.

but you still didn’t trust anyone else. you still believed love was a weapon, not a gift.

that was until kim taehyung showed up. 

the bell above the door chimed softly as taehyung he into the café, shaking the rain from his hair. he smiled politely at the barista behind the counter, you, who barely glanced up from the pastry case you were organizing.

he got in line, pretending to scroll through his phone, but his eyes kept drifting back to you. there was something about you today. the way you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, the way you shifted your weight from foot to foot like you didn’t want to be there at all.

he’s noticed you before, in classes. in the hallways. he knew about you and your ex boyfriend just like how everybody else did. a messy breakup they called it… they say on how you miss him so much that’s why you’re depressed and quiet now. such bullshit. 

when it was finally his turn, you looked up at him properly for the first time. your eyes met his for only a second— a flash of surprise, almost like you didn’t expect anyone to look at you so closely. then you quickly dropped your gaze to the register.

“hi,” you said quietly, your voice barely above the low hum of the café’s music. “what can i get for you?” taehyung smiled, soft and warm, “just a black coffee, please.”

you nodded, punching the order into the screen. “name?” you asked, already reaching for a cup. “taehyung,” he said.

you scribbled it on the cup, your handwriting small and neat, and passed it along to the next barista. upu didn’t ask him anything else. you didn’t try to make conversation. you just gave him a polite smile. the kind you probably gave a hundred people a day and moved on to the next customer.

still, for some reason, taehyung couldn’t stop smiling as he stepped aside to wait. it wasn’t much. barely anything at all.

he felt so attracted to you… not physically but mentally. as if he’s supposed to be in this position. 

he was now a regular. sliding into the corner booth every other afternoon with his laptop and a lazy smile. you had seen plenty of your classmates come and go, groups laughing too loud, couples tucked into corners, professors grading papers. 

you tried not to think too much of it. tried to serve his coffee and move on. but then he started sitting in your section during your shifts. every time. always choosing the booth by the counter, where he could catch your eye when you weren’t busy.

sometimes he asked how your day was. sometimes he just smiled when you looked too tired to talk.

he never pushed. never lingered too long. but he was there. 

and then he started showing up in your classes, too or maybe he had always been there, and you were just now noticing. he’s slide into the seat next to you without a word, giving you a small, gentle smile when you glanced at him. like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“hey,” he whispered, leaning just a little closer.

you finally looked at him, guarded and suspicious. your eyes flickered to the empty seats around you like you were silently asking why he had chosen this one.

he just shrugged, casual, "better view from up here.”

a lie, of course. he barely even knew what the view was. he only knew he didn’t want you sitting alone.

you didn’t say anything. you just went back to your notes, a little more rigid than before.

you didn’t know why he was doing it.

you didn’t trust it.

you didn’t trust him.

but you noticed that he was sweet to everyone, not just you. he helped people pick up their dropped papers, lent out pens without a second thought, held doors open even when his hands were full.

and then came the day he showed up at the café with a small brown bag. you didn’t think anything of it until he placed it on the counter in front of you during your break.

“you didn’t eat lunch again,” he said, almost sheepish. “i figured… maybe you’d be too busy to get anything.”

you blinked at the bag, frozen. nobody noticed that about you, they didn’t care.

you didn’t say anything, taehyung just smiled, shoved his hands into his pockets. “it’s just a sandwich. nothing crazy,” he said lightly. “you don’t have to eat it if you don’t want to.”

and before you could even react, he had gone back to his seat— pretending not to watch you. but you could feel his eyes every time you shifted, every time you peeked into the bag.

you told yourself you didn’t owe him anything. you didn’t have to accept kindness from anyone.

but you ate the sandwich anyway. at home. 

and later, when he waited for you outside after your shift “just in case”. you found yourself walking beside him under the streetlights without saying a word.

the rain was relentless. it had been pouring for hours, and by the time you left the café, you were already soaked through. your jeans clinging to your skin, your hair heavy with water, your shoes sloshing as you walked.

you didn’t mind. It wasn’t like you had anywhere to be. you could deal with the rain, like you always did. but as the cold seeped through your clothes, you couldn’t ignore the shiver that ran down your spine.

you pulled your hoodie tighter around you, trying to make yourself smaller, trying to push away the overwhelming loneliness that seemed to follow you everywhere these days.

that’s when you heard footsteps behind you. at first, you thought it was just someone else passing by, but when you glanced over your shoulder, you saw him. taehyung.

he was running toward you, his silhouette barely visible in the dark, and before you could even blink, he was there, holding an umbrella over your head.

“you’re going to catch a cold,” he said, out of breath, his eyes wide with concern. 

you didn’t say anything. you didn’t know how to respond. it wasn’t like you wanted him to keep following you, to keep showing up. but part of you— the part you kept locked away was grateful.

he frowned when he saw you shivering, his gaze flicking down to your drenched clothes. without a word, he pulled off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders.

“it’s not much, but it’ll keep you warm,” he said softly, his voice the same calm, gentle tone you’d grown used to.

you wanted to refuse. you wanted to push him away again. but the warmth of his jacket was too much of a comfort. the way he stood there, patiently waiting for you to say something, made it hard to ignore how much you had come to rely on him even if you hadn’t meant to.

“i didn’t ask for this,” you muttered, your voice barely audible as you pulled the jacket tighter around you, feeling his scent cling to the fabric.

taehyung smiled gently, though there was a sadness in his eyes that you couldn’t ignore. “i know. but i’m here anyway.”

the silence stretched between you, the rain falling in a steady rhythm as you walked side by side, neither of you speaking.

you sat at sophia's kitchen table, a mug of tea cooling between your hands, staring blankly at the steam rising from it. danielle sat across from you, scrolling through her phone, while sophia leaned against the counter, watching you carefully.

“so, what’s going on with you and café boy?” danielle asked casually, not even looking up. you stiffened instantly. “there’s nothing going on,” you said quickly, too quickly.

sophia raised an eyebrow, “really? because my brother saw him waiting outside the café the other night with a damn umbrella and two jackets.”

you glared down at your tea, “he’s just… annoying. he won’t leave me alone.” danielle finally looked up, a small smile playing on her lips. “you know he likes you, right?”

your stomach twisted at the word. you pushed your chair back roughly and stood up, pacing a little. “i don’t want him to like me. i don’t need anyone to like me.”

sophia crossed her arms. “he’s not like—” she started gently, but you cut her off. 

“i don’t care!” you snapped, louder than you meant to. you stopped pacing, breathing hard. “i don’t want him around. i don’t want him waiting for me, bringing me food, looking at me like—” you broke off, shaking your head furiously. “i’m fine alone. it’s easier. it’s safer.”

the room was quiet for a long moment.

danielle set her phone down slowly. “you’re allowed to be scared,” she said softly. “but he’s not the enemy. he’s not… him.” you flinched at the unspoken mention of your ex.

sophia stepped closer, her voice calm but firm, “you’re not weak for wanting something good, you know.”

you laughed bitterly, turning away from them. “good things don’t stay. good things turn into bad things when you’re not looking. i’m not doing this. i’m not letting him think he can fix me.”

neither of them argued. they just stood there, watching you with sad, understanding eyes.

because they knew you. better than anyone and they knew when you made up your mind about something, it was almost impossible to change it.

taehyung dropped into the booth at the diner, shaking the rain from his hair. hoseok and jimin were already there, nursing milkshakes and fries, talking about something stupid. probably plans for the weekend but they both looked up when he slid in.

“you’re late,” jimin said, grinning. “got lost in dreamland again?”

“not dreamland,” hoseok teased. “girl-land.” taehyung rolled his eyes but smiled anyway, pulling off his jacket and tossing it onto the seat beside him.

“seriously though,” jimin said, leaning in. “where have you been disappearing to lately? you’re always sneaking off after class.”

taehyung hesitated for a second, his thumb absently tracing the rim of his water glass. “there’s this girl,” he said finally. both of them immediately leaned in closer, wide-eyed.

“i knew it!” hoseok said, smacking jimin’s arm. “i told you he had that look— the ‘i’m secretly in love’ look.”

“i’m not in love,” taehyung muttered, flushing. “i barely even know her.” 

“yet,” jimin pointed out, smirking. “tell us everything.”

taehyung hesitated again, unsure how to even explain it. he wasn’t good at putting feelings into words. not these kinds of feelings.

“she works at that little café by campus,” he said finally. “she’s … quiet. she barely talks to anyone. but there’s something about her. like she’s carrying the whole world on her back and no one even notices.”

hoseok’s smile faded a little, his expression softening. “sounds like someone who’s been through some shit.” 

taehyung nodded slowly. “yeah. you can see it in her eyes.” he sat back, running a hand through his hair. “i don’t know why i care so much. i just… i want to be someone she can trust. even if it takes a long time. even if she never really lets me in.”

jimin gave him a look, half teasing, half serious. “you’ve got it bad.”

“i don’t even know if she likes me being around,” taehyung admitted, laughing under his breath. “she barely looks at me. sometimes i think i’m just annoying her.”

“but you’re still trying,” hoseok said simply, nudging his foot under the table. “that’s what matters.”

taehyung smiled to himself, thinking about the way you sometimes bit your lip when you were nervous, the way your hands trembled just slightly when you handed him his coffee, the way you always looked like you were preparing for the worst.

“she’s different,” he said quietly. “and i don’t want to mess it up.”

jimin clapped him on the back with a laugh. “well, knowing you, you’ll annoy her into falling in love eventually.”

taehyung laughed too, but somewhere deep inside, he knew it wasn’t about love. not yet. it was about being there. itwas about not giving up on someone who needed to know they were worth staying for.

and he wasn’t planning on going anywhere.

it had been weeks since taehyung started sitting next to you in class, weeks since he brought you food, weeks since he began making small gestures that felt too much like care.

and you hated it.

not because you didn’t appreciate it, but because you did. and that scared you more than anything.

every time he showed up, sitting next to you in lectures, waiting for you after work. you could feel yourself getting closer to breaking. to something real. something that might hurt. something that might ruin you all over again.

so you pushed him away.

“why do you keep doing this?” you snapped at him one afternoon, your fingers trembling as you handed him his coffee. be had been waiting for you outside the café again. the rain had started, but he didn’t care. he stood there, soaked to the bone, holding out a small bag with your lunch in it.

you hated how kind he was. hated how much it made you feel like you didn’t deserve it.

“why are you still here?” you asked, voice cracking as you tried to keep the tears back. “why do you keep bringing me food? why do you keep sitting next to me? stop. you don’t have to do this.”

he looked at you for a moment, calm and unbothered by your words. he always was. “i like you,” he said simply, his voice so soft it made your chest ache.

you recoiled, stepping back, holding up your hands like a shield. “no,” you said firmly, voice shaking. “no, you don’t. you don’t know me. you don’t understand. i’m not… i’m not who you think I am.”

taehyung’s eyes softened, but he didn’t say anything. he just waited.

“you don’t get it,” you continued, your heart pounding in your ears. “i don’t need this. i don’t need you. you don’t need to sit next to me, or bring me lunch, or talk to me anymore. just stay away from me. it’s better this way. just stop, taehyung. please.”

he didn’t flinch. he didn’t argue.

“okay,” he said quietly, a soft, almost sad smile on his lips.

and then, just like that, he left.

he walked away from you. not angrily, not hurt, just… calmly. like he had made up his mind, but wasn’t upset by your words.

you stood there, feeling the weight of what you had just said sink in. you felt sick.

but as you watched him disappear around the corner, something inside you broke. you didn’t know if it was guilt or fear or something else entirely, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that you had just made the biggest mistake of your life.

the next few days were harder than you could have imagined.

you kept waiting for him to show up — for him to sit next to you in class, to wait outside the café, to slip a lunch into your hands with that quiet smile of his.

but he didn’t.

you hadn’t realized how much his presence had come to mean to you until it was gone. you tried to distract yourself with your work, with your textbooks, with the empty noise of the world around you. but every time you reached for your phone, every time you passed by the café window, every time you sat in class. you felt his absence.

danielle and sophia noticed.

“you okay?” danielle asked one evening when you were sitting in the living room, staring at your phone. “you’ve been off lately. did something happen?” you couldn’t look at them. you couldn’t explain.

“he’s not coming back,” you muttered, unable to keep the bitterness out of your voice. sophia frowned, “what do you mean? who?”

“taehyung,” you said quietly, the name tasting bitter on your tongue. “i told him to go away. i told him to stop. and he did. he just… left.”

danielle’s eyes softened with understanding. “you didn’t want him to leave, did you?”

you shook your head, clenching your hands together so tightly you could feel your nails digging into your palms.

“i don’t know what i want,” you whispered. “i’m so messed up, i can’t… i can’t even let him care about me. i can’t let him in.”

sophia sat down beside you, rubbing your back gently. “you don’t have to figure it all out right now. but don’t shut people out just because you’re scared.” the words stung, but they were true. 

it felt like a lifetime before you saw him again.

you had almost convinced yourself that he wouldn’t come back. that you had pushed him too far, that you had ruined whatever fragile connection had been building between you.

but then, one evening after your shift, you stepped outside the café to find him standing there again.

he was leaning against the wall, his hands in his pockets, staring up at the sky. when he heard your footsteps, he turned, and for a moment, neither of you spoke.

his gaze softened when he saw you, but there was something in his eyes. something quiet, almost sad.

“i thought you weren’t coming back,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. 

taehyung didn’t smile. he just looked at you for a long moment, taking in the way you seemed smaller, more guarded than usual. he stepped closer, but still kept his distance, like he wasn’t sure if you would push him away again.

“i’m not going anywhere,” he said simply. “i told you before i’m not leaving. i’m not going to stop liking you just because you tell me to.”

your breath caught in your throat, and for a moment, you wanted to tell him everything. all the fears, the pain, the lies you had buried so deep inside you. but instead, you found yourself stepping back, putting space between you two.

“taehyung, please,” you begged, your voice breaking. “i don’t know how to do this. i don’t know how to let you in. i don’t know how to let you care for me. i’m not who you think i am.”

his eyes softened, but he didn’t back off. he stepped forward, close enough that you could feel the warmth of his presence, even though you wanted to pull away.

“i know who you are,” he said quietly, his voice almost a whisper. “i know you’re scared. But i’m not going anywhere. i’m not going to stop.”

weeks passed after that night, and something inside you began to shift. slowly, you let taehyung in. slowly, you stopped pushing him away every time he came too close.

at first, it felt like suffocating. too much kindness. too much patience. too much attention from someone who was supposed to just be a passing acquaintance. but then, piece by piece, it began to feel like healing.

taehyung kept his word. he was there, every single day, without fail. he still sat beside you in class, but now, his presence felt like comfort instead of an intrusion. he still brought you lunch. a sandwich or a small salad, never anything too much, never anything forced. he still walked you home after late shifts, offering you his umbrella when the rain was too heavy, his coat when the air turned cold.

and slowly, you found yourself not recoiling when his hand brushed against yours. you found yourself looking forward to the quiet moments with him, to the laughter that came easily when he told his silly jokes or showed you photos of random things he thought you’d like. you found yourself trusting him in a way you hadn’t trusted anyone in years.

but there were still moments.

moments when the weight of your past hit you like a storm, and you wanted to shut it all out again. you wanted to push him away and hide, to crawl back into the dark place where it was safer. but taehyung didn’t let you.

he was always there, waiting. never pushing. always patient.

one evening, you sat in the café with him after your shift, the shop empty except for the two of you. the hum of the espresso machine was the only sound, and it felt like the world was holding its breath as you finally spoke up.

“i’m sorry,” you said, your voice small. “i’m sorry i pushed you away so much. i didn’t know how to let you in.”

taehyung smiled softly, reaching across the table to gently touch your hand. “i told you i wasn’t going anywhere,” he said, his voice so calm, so certain. “you don’t have to apologize. i’m just glad you let me stay.”

you swallowed the lump in your throat, feeling the weight of everything you had been holding in. you had been so scared. so terrified of the love you had been denied before. so terrified of trusting someone again. but taehyung had proven, time and time again, that you didn’t have to be scared of him.

“i don’t know how to love again,” you whispered, looking down at your hands. “i’m not sure if i can.”

taehyung’s fingers squeezed yours gently. “you don’t have to know how,” he said softly. “you just have to take it one step at a time.”

and that was enough.

the next few months weren’t easy, but they were real. you learned how to be with someone without expecting them to hurt you, how to trust without fear. taehyung never pressured you. he never tried to fix everything in one day. he just kept being there, even when you had doubts, even when you pulled away.

you learned that love wasn’t something that had to come all at once. it was something that grew, slowly, over time. something that built itself from little moments from the quiet support, the laughter, the shared glances.

and eventually, you found yourself smiling again. really smiling. for the first time in so long, you realized that maybe, just maybe, you could love again. you could let someone in without fearing the worst.

with taehyung, you didn’t need to be perfect. you just needed to be you went that was enough.

[mmegwrld]

this one’s coming today ;)

"Can you write a one-shot about Taehyung where the reader is deeply depressed and traumatized by her past? She refuses to let Taehyung get close to her, but he's determined to make her believe in love again."

WAITT yes im gonna start working on this rn!

[mmegwrld]

hey guys! working on 2 requests rn! hoping to got one in by tonight 😉💐☀️

[mmegwrld]

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⏾⋆｡𖦹 SWEETEST PIE + park jimin

park jimin is the tough boy next door who’s always looked out for you. after a violent night brings hidden feelings to light, your sweet friendship turns into something much deeper.

word count : 3.2k

genre : FLUFFFYYYYY, a little angst if you squint

warnings : bad boy! jimin x baker’s daughter!reader, this is not inspired by sweetest pie by meg and dua 😭 i was totally listening to the sweetener album and ordinary things by ariana grande! jimin already likes the reader, fights!! blood mentioned, kissing! guy touches the reader in a way she doesn’t like!!

a/n : i lowkey REALLLYYYY LIKE THIS ONE HELP… but im going to hawaii for a couple of days so im not gonna be uploading much :-(

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you have known park jimin since the second grade. back when he had crooked teeth, skinned knees and a knack for into trouble for talking too much in the back of the class. he used to share his fruit snacks with you at lunch and glared at anybody who made fun of you on the playground.

you were seven and shy, clutching onto your mom’s hand like the world might swallow you whole if you let go. it was the first day of second grade and all the kids seemed to know each other.

your mom knelt beside you, brushing your hair out of your face softly. “sweetheart,” she said gently.

“do you remember miss park? from the neighborhood?” she asked. you nodded slowly. miss park has always had kind eyes, a warm smile, always smelt like peppermint.

“well, her son jimin is in your class. and i just talked to his mother— she said he’d be happy to show you around.” you look up, seeing a boy with messy dark hair and a bandaid on his cheek peeked around the classroom door.

“jimin,” his mom called from behind him. “come meet your new friend,” she pushes him out. he blinked at you, looked at his mom, then to you again. and with the kind of confidence only seven-year-old boys could get away with, he marched up and held out a half-eaten fruit snack.

“wanna share?” he asked. you took it without thinking, nodding. “cool,” he grinned. “i’ll show you where the swings are.”

growing up together felt so natural. predictable even. like seasons changing or the way the bakery always smelled like vanilla and cinnamon by 7am. but somewhere between childhood and college, something shifted.

maybe it was the way he’d grown into his sharp jaw and rough edges, or how his silence started meaning more than his words. maybe it was the way he looked at you now—longer, softer—when he thought you weren’t paying attention.

the bell above the bakery door jingles softly, too soft for the closing hour. you look up, already knowing who it is. jimin doesn’t say a word. just walked in with his hoodie up, jaw clenched, and knuckles bloody. he always came here after fights, like it was some sort of safe place.

your smile flickers, barely there, “rough night?” you ask. he slides into the stool at the counter with a low breath, “something like that.” you didn’t press him. you never did.

instead, you turn to grab the first aid. it had partially become his by now. as you dab at his busted knuckles with gentle fingers, the silence was heavy. he flinched once, but not from the pain. from how softly you’re touching him.

“you’re gonna scar.”

“doesn’t matter,” he replies.

“it does to me,” you say, not looking up.

jimin looks at you, really looks. your lashes low, lips pressed into a small line, focused on only patching him up. it made his stomach ache— his heart ache.

you always knew that jimin and his mother struggled, with his dad gone. his mom practically fell apart. they struggled with everything, especially money.

it was your mom how had told you about it. she’d come back with grocery bags and a furrow in her brow. she mentioned how she ran into jimin‘s mom in the cereal aisle.

“she looked tired,” your mom says, voice softer. “said things have been tight lately… jimin’s been skipping meals to save money. did you know that?”

you hadn’t. but the second you did, it stuck with you like something lodged in your chest.

he’d never say it himself. jimin wasn’t the type. he’d show up with bloodied hands and an empty stomach and pretend everything was fine. but you knew him too well for that. you always had.

so the next morning, you made extra.

two breakfast sandwiches—warm, eggy, and wrapped in parchment—plus a cinnamon roll with too much icing and a iced white coffee just how he liked it.

when you spot him outside the bakery, sitting on the back step with his hood up, your heart pinches. he looked smaller somehow, even with his broad frame hunched over his knees.

“you’re here early,” you said, nudging the door open with your hip, hands full. he didn’t look at you. just mumbles, “didn’t sleep.” you hand him the bag and the coffee without a word.

“what’s this?” he asks, like it wasn’t obvious “breakfast,” you said. “and sugar. you need both.”

he blinks at you, hesitation flickering in his eyes. “you didn’t have to—” “i know,” you cut him off quickly. “but i wanted to.. my mom is dropping off your moms food.”

his jaw works, like he was fighting something in his throat. “you heard from my mom.”

you don’t lie. “yeah.”

he was quiet for a moment, staring at the bag in his lap. “i didn’t want you to think i was weak,” he says, barely audible.

you sit down beside him, shoulder brushing his. “i don’t think you’re weak, jimin. i think you’re trying. and trying alone is exhausting,” you nod your head. he doesn’t answer, but he does unwrap the sandwich and takes a bite.

you put your head on his shoulder, “next time, just come inside.”

it’s a small table.

old wood, a little uneven in the legs, the same one your mom’s had since you were in second grade—but tonight, it feels different. warmer. fuller. jimin sits across from you, shoulders tense at first, head ducked slightly like he’s not used to this kind of comfort. his mom is beside him, hands folded in her lap, eyes glassy when she sees the spread your mom’s laid out.

pasta. garlic bread. a salad tossed with the fancy vinaigrette you keep for holidays.

“come on, eat,” your mom says, smiling gently at jimin’s mom. “you’re family. always have been.” you catch jimin looking at you then—quiet, soft-eyed—and you give him a small smile.

his mom clears her throat, trying to hide the way her voice wavers. “i told you we didn’t need all this…”

“you didn’t ask for it,” your mom says simply. “but we wanted to.”

jimin’s hand is curled tight around his fork. you can see the way his jaw clenches when his mom picks at her food, trying to make it last. he’s always hated this—watching her sacrifice without asking.

you nudge his knee under the table. he glances up. you mouth, eat. he rolls his eyes, but he takes a bite.

your mom starts talking about the bakery—telling a story about a customer who came in asking if cinnamon rolls could be vegan and also gluten free and also taste the same—and eventually, the table starts to soften. laughter hums between you. even jimin’s mom lets out a real smile, her hand brushing his when she reaches for more salad.

later, after the table’s cleared and your moms are in the kitchen with mugs of tea, you and jimin slip out to the porch.

he leans on the railing, hands shoved in his hoodie pocket, head tilted back as he exhales. you stand beside him.

“i know you didn’t want this to be a thing,” you say gently. “but i told my mom because we care. not because we pity you.”

“i know,” he says, voice low. “she just… she works so hard. and i can’t always help. not enough.” you bump his shoulder. “you help more than you think.”

he finally looks at you then. and there’s that look again. the one he gives you when he’s not being the tough guy. the one that says he feels more than he knows how to say.

“you still going to that party tonight?” he asks, voice low. “yeah,” you nod. “you?” he shrugs. “wasn’t gonna. but maybe i will now.”

he doesn’t look at you when he says it—barely more than a whisper, “thank. for dinner. and for… just being you.”

you smile, heart aching in that way it always does around him, “you’re welcome.” your eyes meet and something hangs between you—quiet and unfinished.

you don’t push it.

because you know, when jimin’s ready, he’ll say it.

but for now, you just lean against him, watching the sky shift above you.

together.

it was a spring break party at some frat house. the music was too loud, the air too warm, and the cup in your hand had gone flat a long time ago. but your friend dragged you here, swearing you needed to “have fun for once,” so here you were—sipping weak punch and swaying to the bass in someone’s overpacked living room.

you hadn’t seen jimin in over an hour. he was here somewhere—your ride, your constant—but the party had swallowed him up.

you barely had time to turn around before a hand grabs your wrist. “hey,” a voice slurs behind you. you freeze. fuck.

it was a guy you vaguely recognize from a few classes. tall, cocky, the kind who stared too long and didn’t understand the word no. you’d dodged his attempts before. but this time, he’s drunk. and bold.

“been lookin’ for you all night,” he said, tugging you closer. you yank your arm back. “i’m not interested. but he didn’t let go.

his fingers wrapped tighter around your wrist, nails digging into skin. “cmon. don’t be like that. i saw you earlier—dancin’ all cute. you were lookin’ at me, weren’t you?” he smirks. gross.

“no,” you said, heart thudding, voice sharp. “let me go.” he leans down, face way too close. “bet you taste as sweet as you look.” and then he grabs your waist, hands sliding down your back like he had a right.

“get off me!” you shove him, panic in your voice now. he just laughs, like it was a game. like you were something to be played with. “don’t fucking touch me.”

a figure pops up in front of you, pushing you back softly. jimin. he pushes the guy roughly as one of his other friends approaches you, checking up on you.

the guy stumbles, “what the hell is your problem?” the guy snaps, straightening up. jimin’s eyes are wild and his jaw is tight.

jimin doesn’t answer. he just punches the guy.

the room froze for a second, a chorus of shocked voices echoing over the music. the crowd barely had time to react before jimin tackles the guy into the beer pong table.

you try to get jimin before namjoon pushes you back, “let him fight. that guy harassed you.”

jungkook and taehyung hype up jimin as jin and hobi run down to get jimin off. “don’t touch her!” he shouts, his voice shaking. “don’t you ever fucking touch her!”

jin holds down the guy as hobi pulls off jimin, “it’s okay, jimin! it’s okay!” jin says. hobi holds him, in a bear hug. jimin’s chest was heaving, lip split, eyes still burning as jin pushes the guy out of the house.

and than finally, he looks at you. not angry, wild, just scared. you stand next to namjoon as jimin approaches you, he holds your face.

your chest was rising and falling at a rapid pace. you stare up at him, “you okay?” he asks. “jimin you didn’t have to—“ “yeah,” he wipes the blood from his mouth.

“i did.”

and for a second, everything else—the party, the noise, the crowd—it all fades. because the way he was looking at you right there? it didn’t feel like just friendship anymore.

your room is quiet.

the soft hum of the lamp casts a golden glow across the sheets, and you’re both lying on your sides, facing each other. jimin’s hoodie is tossed over your chair, his hands freshly cleaned and bandaged from the fight.

you’re not speaking. not yet. just breathing. his eyes are on yours—soft, unreadable. “you always smell like sugar,” he says suddenly, voice barely a whisper.

you blink. “what?” he gives you the faintest smile, like he’s embarrassed but not sorry. “your clothes, your hair… even your bed. you smell like cinnamon and vanilla. like I’m supposed to be here.”

your heart skips. “you are supposed to be here.” he looks at you like he’s trying not to fall any deeper—and failing.

“you mean that?”

you nod slowly. “yeah.”

his gaze drops to where your fingers brush beneath the blanket, and he exhales through his nose like he’s been holding something in for too long.

“i thought i was gonna lose it,” he murmurs. “when i saw that guy grab you.” “you kinda did,” you whisper. he gives a breath of a laugh, then goes quiet. the way he looks at you now makes your stomach twist.

“it wasn’t just about tonight,” he says. “it was the way he looked at you. like you were something to take. something he had a right to.”

his jaw clenches. his voice lowers. “but you’re not. you’re… you.”

your breath catches, and for a second neither of you speak.

then, softer than before, he adds, “you know i think about kissing you every time we’re this close, right?”

you blink. “jimin…”

“every time,” he says. “when you laugh. when you look at me like i’m not the guy who fights too much. like I’m someone good.” you reach for his hand beneath the blanket, finding his fingers and curling yours around them.

“you could,” you say quietly. he looks up at you, searching your face like he’s not sure he heard you right. “yeah?” you nod. “yeah.”

he leans in—slow, hesitant—giving you time to pull away. you don’t.

his lips brush yours like a promise, warm and gentle and everything he’s never said out loud. he kisses you like he’s afraid the moment might slip through his fingers, and when he finally pulls back, his forehead rests against yours.

“i’m not good at saying things,” he whispers. “i mess up. i keep stuff in. but i’d never hurt you. never.”

“i know,” you whisper. “that’s why i trust you.”

he smiles, a small, real one, and he wraps his arm around you, pulling you into his chest like you’re something breakable and precious.

you bury your face against him, breathing him in—his shampoo, his cologne, the faint scent of blood and sugar—and you let yourself melt into the safety of it all.

tonight, he’s not just the boy with bruised knuckles.

he’s yours.

the sun spills across your room in soft streaks of gold. you’re warm, still half-asleep, tucked against jimin’s chest under your comforter. his arm is draped over your waist, legs tangled with yours, and his breath is slow and steady against your neck.

it’s quiet. peaceful.

and then— “sweetheart?”

your mom’s voice right outside your door. your eyes fly open. knock knock, “i brought muffins—do you want—” the door creaks open before you can say a word.

jimin bolts upright like he’s been shot. his hair’s a mess, hoodie halfway off his shoulder, eyes wide and terrified.

you’re scrambling, yanking the blanket up to your chin as your mom freezes in the doorway, holding a plate of blueberry muffins and blinking at the very obvious boy in your bed.

jimin mutters, “oh my god,” under his breath. your mom’s eyes slowly narrow. “park jimin.” you open your mouth. nothing comes out. he coughs. “hi, mrs. (last name).”

“you got five seconds to tell me why you’re in my daughter’s bed.” you try to sit up without making it worse. “it’s not—it’s not what it looks like—”

“really?” she says, raising a brow. “because what it looks like is that my daughter has a bad boy with bloody knuckles sleeping in her bed.” jimin’s hand slowly disappears under the covers like he can make himself vanish.

“she was patching me up,” he blurts. “after a fight. i didn’t mean to stay—i just—she said i could crash—”

your mom looks at you. you look at jimin. jimin looks like he’s reconsidering every life decision that led to this exact moment. then your mom sighs and sets the muffin plate on your desk.

“wash those sheets. and if you’re staying for breakfast, jimin, you’re helping me at the bakery— and! best believe, your mom and i are gonna be talking about this for the rest of you guys’ life!”

she turns on her heel and walks out, muttering something about teenage hormones. the door clicks shut. jimin stares at you, eyes wide. you burst out laughing.

he groans and flops back into the pillows, throwing his arm over his face. “i’m never going to recover from that.” you grin, curling into his side. “you still smell like vanilla and blood.”

he peeks at you from under his arm. “think she’s gonna ban me from the bakery?” you kiss his shoulder. “nope. but she’s definitely gonna make you wear an apron.”

he groans louder. “this is the price of love, huh?”

you smile, heart full. “guess so.”

[mmegwrld]

"Can you write a one-shot about Taehyung where the reader is deeply depressed and traumatized by her past? She refuses to let Taehyung get close to her, but he's determined to make her believe in love again."

WAITT yes im gonna start working on this rn!

[mmegwrld]

hey guys! i’m working on another fic rn!

so you guys want

frat boy namjoon first or best friends bf jungkook…?

both r really freaky so

[mmegwrld]

bf jk hcs! ♡

let me know if you guys want anybody else

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i feel like he would go live late at night with you and do like mukbangs (i might make a drabble for that…) YKWWW i feel like he would be like all giggly like how he was when mingyu was on live with him! 😭

imaging him making you listen to seven or 3d for the first time… he would literally be so shy! SOOO NERVOUS. you’d like be “oh baby, this is so good!” and he’d be like “IM TOO FREAKED OUT😭😭😭😭” — HE GOT LATTO ON THE REMIX FOR YOU!! like imagine you like latto’s songs and he’s like hmmm i love my gf sm im gonna get latto on my remix

he would ask permission to get girls to act in his mvs and he has you on the sets while they’re filming

your family fucking my loves! Loves! LOVES JUNGKOOK SO MUCH! one of your little cousins said to you “where’s kookie? i wanna see him not you!” ………… you didn’t get him a christmas present because of it.

AND HE CAN COOK SO YOUR FAMILY LOVES HIM MORE BECAUSE OF THAT.

EVERYTIMEEE YOU GET YOUR NAILS DONE… HIS BICEPS ARE ON DECK! you’d be trying to take a picture of your nails for your nail artist to post and he in front of you, pulling his sleeve up and flexing his bicep. you’re like babe? and he’s just grinning.

if you had a dog, he’d make you bring them and bam and it become siblings

HE MOVES YOU IN LITTLE BY LITTLE. like if you take off your sweater in his car, he grabs it and puts it into his house after you leave. you left your blanket? it’s folded up on his couch. you left your necklace? it’s in his drawer. YOUR SHOES? ON THE RACK. YOUR PHONE CHARGER? NEXT TO THE BED.

he makes you brush your teeth with him in the morning and at night

you have magnets of him in 2013 on you guys’ fridge

he makes you share you drinks. like it doesn’t matter if he has his own, he’s drinking yours

YOU GUYS MATCHED ON HALLOWEEN AS ROGER RABBIT AND JESSICA RABBIT OMG

if his eyebrow piercing is sore or something, he makes you kiss it for 15 minutes straight. no breaks.

he has a literal shrine of you. like photos of you when you were younger until now, a poster of your favorite movie, a photo of you and the rest of the members.. another of you and jimin during are you sure, lego figures of you two, and a shirt of you.

almost everytime yall go out, he makes you guys match outfits. doesn’t matter where, yall are matching!

he wouldn’t want you to watch jjk bc he knows that girls find the guys attractive.

you both have mini photocards of each other on either your bags or keys.

his brother sketched a photo of you, bam and jk!

he buys you sonny angles and labubus all the time. your bookshelf is filled with them. FILLED.

he’s so sad when he has to leave you for the military!! he made it seem like he’s okay to not stress you but he’s really sad and thats why he’s been hugging you tighter.

HE WOULD DO THE ‘somebody point me to the best ass eater’ TREND😭😭 he would eat your imaginary plate and make his own so people know he’s not joking

he bakes all of your bday cakes

he’ll just randomly text you at 2pm hey angel, i’m picking you up at 7. love you

he gets you a pandora ring and bracelet with your own little charms that he knows mean something to you

after a long day at work, you get into your car and see a HUGE bouquet of flowers and a note that says love you so much! :-)

when he met usher, he called you instantly and he was telling you he’s nervous to dance with him and stuff.

whenever there’s a dating rumor with him and another girl, he posts a video or picture with you with the same caption i love my baby ♥️ my wife

namjoon and taehyung did a prank on him where they flirt with you and he got superrrr mad and threw water on them

he’s a girl dad idc

he’s the type to lean down to get to your height so he can hear you clearly! 😫😫

he gets shy whenever you rub his chest or compliment his biceps.

he kisses your feet bruh

okay thats it! :P

[mmegwrld]

HIM COMING BCS HE JUST MISSED HERRR🥹🥹 I NEED MOREE

🛹 SKATERBOY!JIMIN HEADCANNONS

warnings: rodrick heffley-anna coleman (freaky friday) crossover. set somewhere between 1994-2006. he’s also never beating the bitch allegations (no version of jimin is). mentions of smoking, etc. IT GETS A LITTLE SPICY DOWN THERE! reader discretion is advised.

lulu speaks: aka what boredom and loneliness does to a girl. also yes ik vapes weren’t popularized until later but the sentence sounded good 💔

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★ skaterboy!jimin who is rarely ever spotted in class.

★ skaterboy!jimin who always has some stupid little injury. bruised hip from trying to ollie a shopping cart. split knuckles from a rough landing off his stolen skateboard.

★ skaterboy!jimin who grins with blood on his teeth like it’s a flex, the painful aftermath of a stupid fight.

★ skaterboy!jimin who drives a beat-up hand-me-down car that smells like weed, sweat, and cinnamon gum. it’s a mess inside—burnt CDs everywhere, ripped seats, duct-taped glovebox—but it’s so him.

★ skaterboy!jimin who once kissed you in a gas station parking lot while Nirvana blasted from his car stereo. it tasted like peach vape and rebellion. you swore you wouldn’t let it happen again. It happened the next day.

★ skaterboy!jimin keeps a polaroid of you in his wallet, maybe half-naked. when you ask, he just shrugs and says, “you looked hot. why wouldn’t I keep it?”

★ skaterboy!jimin who once showed up at your window completely drenched from the rain, hoodie soaked through, bruised and breathless. no explanation. just, “i needed to see you.”

★ skaterboy!jimin who climbs through your window like he’s never heard the concept of a door.

★ skaterboy!jimin who keeps his helmet covered in stickers. you put a sparkly heart one on it once. he pretended to hate it. never took it off.

★ skaterboy!jimin who’s flicking a cigarette off the curb one second, the next he’s curled up in your lap like a cat, nuzzling into your tummy with his busted-up knuckles holding your thigh. “only sleep good when I’m with you,” he murmurs.

★ skaterboy!jimin who loves when you’re laid out on his bed in his band tee, legs over his shoulders, his grip bruising your hips as he devours you—eyes dark, lips slick, hair messy from the way your hands gripped for dear life.

★ skaterboy!jimin who had crawled in through your bedroom door at midnight on a school night. his excuse? he just “missed you”. bullshit. he had you laying down on your own bed, chain dangling from his neck as his arms propped himself up form either side of you.

★ skaterboy!jimin who was very obviously hated by your parents.

★ skaterboy!jimin who is kinda dumb in other subjects, brilliant in art class.

★ skaterboy!jimin who will doodle on his desk, your hand, or his jeans—skulls, roses, hearts with your initials in them.

★ skaterboy!jimin who would turn the world upside down for you. mention someone giving you a hard time? he’s already cracking his knuckles. doesn’t care who it is—he’ll throw hands and come back grinning with a split lip like it was worth it.

★ skaterboy!jimin who steals little trinkets just to give them to you. a cutesy keychain, a lighter, a lollipop. he offers it to you like it’s precious, saying, “this made me think of you,”

★ skaterboy!jimin who only shows face at school so he can be around you. carrying your things for you, doodling you from the other end of the classroom, begging you to skip class with him—only for you two to sneak into an empty bathroom stall to makeout.

★ skaterboy!jimin who is a little rough around the edges. not everyone’s cup of tea, but he was yours, and that was all either one of you cared about.

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lulu speaks (pt2): ok it’s official i’m in love w this loser. cai bot coming soon bc unfortunately i’m such a slut for him 💔

cai bot. masterlist. navigation.

[mmegwrld]

✎⋆。𖦹 LIPSTICK + kim seokjin

jin’s been hiding something big—something personal, soft, and totally unexpected. hoseok and jungkook turn into accidental detectives as they follow a trail of subtle clues. the truth is closer than ever… and they’re not ready for it.

word count : 4.9k

genre : FLUFF!

warnings : idol! jin x mangers niece! reader, this is mostly in hobi & jk's pov, kissing, the reader has long enough hair to put up... sorry to my bob people, swearing, invasion of privacy(?) LOL, longggg ficccc

a/n : idk if i like this one but i hope y'all do!!! LOL... and this is the longest one ive ever written sooo

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the other 6 members already knew that the oldest member of bangtan was pretty to himself. he was outgoing, funny and nice but they didn’t know much about his outside friends… or life. 

but what they didn’t expect was for him to hide a secret girlfriend from them!

it was supposed to be a quick trip. just snacks and something sweet jin had been craving all week. he insisted on coming with you, claiming he needed a break from the dorm chaos. you didn’t argue, anytime alone with him felt rare and golden.

the hoodie he wore was pulled low, mask snug over his face, but you could still see the way his eyes softened when you teased him about being clingy. his arm never left your shoulders, not even when you leaned down to grab something from the lower shelf.

“you’re gonna start a rumor like this,” you whispered, nudging him playfully. “let them talk,” he murmured, then leaned in closer. “you’re mine.”

you laughed softly, just for him and he grinned like he’d just won something. around the corner, out of sight, hoseok froze with a box of lucky charms halfway to his basket.

he didn’t mean to eavesdrop—okay, maybe he did a little but it was jin. jin, of all people, looking suspiciously boyfriendy with a girl whose face he couldn’t see. he couldn’t even catch her voice clearly, just the sound of laughter and that familiar teasing tone that jin usually reserved for the guys.

hoseok ducked back, peeking again, squinting to get a better look. still nothing. just the back of a girl. long sleeves, uggs, hair pulled up with a grey colored hair tye. jin’s arm around her shoulders like it belonged there.

his mouth dropped open, “no way.”

this was big. like jin big. and he was absolutely telling the others. 

7 bangs

hobi: guys. emergency.

yoongi: if this is about cereal again

hobi: NO LISTEN

hobi: i saw jin

joon: okay…?

hobi: WITH A GIRL

tae: LMAO STOP

jk: what kind of girl???

hobi: like. a girl girl. pretty. soft looking. LAUGHING AT HIS JOKES

joon: okay but that doesn’t mean anything

hobi: HIS ARM WAS AROUND HER

tae: NOOOOOOOO

jk: hyung’s got game??

yoongi: impossible.

back at your apartment, you were curled up on the couch beside jin, phone tucked under your thigh just in case it buzzed. he had no idea what had just been unleashed in the group chat. his focus was on feeding you a strawberry, pretending like he wasn’t proud of himself when you took a bite.

meanwhile, hoseok paced the living room upstairs, practically dragging jungkook and taehyung behind him. “okay, listen— he had his arm around her. that’s not just friendly. that’s ‘we’re definitely dating and we share fries’ energy.”

“and you didn’t see her face?” jungkook asked, pulling out his phone. “could’ve been a staff member.” 

“nope. i only saw the back of her. but jin was all smiley. like smiley smiley.” taehyung gasped, “wait. what if it’s that new intern? the one from the music department?”

“no way, that girl has really short hair,” hoseok said, shaking his head. “this girl had her hair pulled up and had on the tan uggs.”

jungkook typed something into his notes, “okay. so we’re looking for someone with hair long enough to put up, tan uggs, soft laugh, short enough for him to wrap his arm around comfortably—”

“you guys are insane,” yoongi called from his room. “INSANE OR RIGHT?” taehyung yelled back.

“both,” yoongi muttered, closing his door. 

jungkook and hoseok had to find out who you were. 

clue #1

it was a lazy afternoon, the kind of day when the dorm felt quieter than usual. the members were all doing their own thing, except for hoseok and jungkook, who had taken it upon themselves to investigate jin’s mysterious “girlfriend.”

they’d been watching him closely, catching little details that seemed off. but today, they were getting more… invasive.

it started with jin’s car.

“i bet he keeps something there,” hoseok said, glancing over at jungkook as they stood by the parked vehicle. “think about it. he’s always so careful, so there’s gotta be a hint in here somewhere.”

jungkook shrugged, "let’s look.”

rhey both climbed into the back seat, knowing the coast was clear since jin had left to grab lunch with the others. jungkook opened the glove compartment first, half-expecting to find something incriminating. Instead, it was filled with the usual—maps, receipts, and old concert tickets.

“nothing here,” he said, scanning the rest of the compartment.

but then hoseok spotted something behind the passenger seat—a small, neatly folded grey hoodie, way too soft to be something jin would wear. he grabbed it, his eyes narrowing.

“this is definitely not his.” jungkook raised an eyebrow. “that’s… not his style at all. maybe it’s from the girl?”

hoseok held it up. “i bet it is. it’s way too cute for him. and it’s got that… scent.” he sniffed it dramatically. “yeah, this is definitely hers.”

clue #2

a few days later, the group had gone to the studio to record, but hoseok and jungkook stayed behind, determined to get to the bottom of this mystery. the last few days had been filled with jin’s weirdly private behavior, and they were so close to cracking the case.

hoseok motioned to jungkook as they snuck into jin’s room.

“alright, we’ve checked the car, the apartment… now it’s time to check his phone.” jungkook looked a little uneasy. “isn’t that a little—”

“not if we’re careful.” hoseok grinned, sliding onto jin’s bed and grabbing the phone off the nightstand when it buzzed. “see? he’s being all secretive and leaves it unlocked. perfect.”

jungkook hesitated, but the curiosity was too much. “alright, fine. but we better not get caught.”

they opened the phone, quickly scanning through his messages. most of them were from the guys, but there were a few from a contact they didn’t recognize. the name was simply “(name),” and there were an overwhelming amount of heart emojis in each conversation.

hoseok’s eyebrows shot up. “(name)? who the heck is that?” jungkook frowned. “could be her name… but why does it feel like he’s trying so hard to hide this?”

they scroll through the texts, giggling over a particularly sweet message where jin said, “i can’t wait to see you later. i miss your laugh.”

“well, that’s adorable,” jungkook said, a grin forming.

hoseok’s face lit up as he clicked on the photo gallery, and they scrolled through pictures of jin with various members, but nothing to indicate who (name) was—until they reached the very last photo.

it was a picture of jin and a girl, back to the camera, standing in front of a cafe with their arms around each other, both laughing.

“wait,” hoseok squinted. “is that… her?”

jungkook leaned closer, eyes widening. the girl had the exact hair, a white sweater, and from the back, it looked almost like… “no way. that’s her, isn’t it?”

just as they were about to zoom in on the photo, the door clicked open. jin’s voice echoed from the hallway. “hey, i left my—”

both of them jumped, scrambling to put the phone back down and pretend like nothing had happened.

jungkook flashed a nervous smile. “uh, we were just—uh—checking the room for, uh, a game controller?” 

hoseok quickly grabbed a random magazine off the desk. “yeah, yeah! totally not snooping or anything.”

jin walked in with an unreadable look, casually shrugging off his jacket. “i don’t know why you two are acting so suspicious, but sure, okay.”

they both tried to act casual, but the moment jin left the room again, hoseok and jungkook exchanged looks. “well, we know it’s (name) now,” jungkook muttered, flopping onto the bed. “but who is she? what does she do?”

hoseok scratched his head, “i don’t know, but i have a feeling we’re gonna find out soon enough.” they exchanged a knowing look. jin wasn’t fooling anyone anymore.

clue #3

jin was getting ready for a date with you, he glances at his watch constantly. hoseok and jungkook narrowed their eyes at him.

jin yelled from upstairs, “hey! can one of you grab my wallet! it’s in the kitchen,” without thinking they both jumped up. “got it!” they both say in sync. 

hoseok grabbed the wallet, a photo slipping out as they walked back. jungkook picked it up, gasping softly. rhe photo wasn’t a polaroid or anything fancy—just a simple picture of a girl, laughing in the sun, her hair framing her face perfectly. she had that soft, gentle look. 

jungkook stared at the photo, his eyes widening in realization. “that’s her. this is her. this is the girl.”

for a moment, neither of them said anything. they just stared at the picture in silence, trying to put the pieces together. it was all coming to a head—jin had been hiding you this entire time. they had a face to match the laughter they’d heard over the past few days. and it was real. this wasn’t some rumor. this was jin’s girlfriend.

just as they were about to snap out of their daze, they heard jin’s voice from the hallway, “hey, did you guys—?”

without thinking, jungkook stuffed the wallet back into the bag and slammed it shut. “nothing! we were just… uh, admiring your wallet, hyung!” hoseok said with an overly bright grin, obviously too guilty for it to be believable.

jin raised an eyebrow as he walked into the room, looking from one to the other. “what’d you find?”

jungkook was still a little breathless, trying to cover it up. “oh, nothing. just, uh, saw a picture of you in there.”

jin’s lips twitched upward in a smile, but he didn’t seem to notice their subtle panic. “oh, that’s just a picture of… someone special.” he shrugged nonchalantly. “you know, the usual.”

“uh-huh, sure, hyung,” hoseok said, trying to play it cool. “the usual.”

as jin left the room again, the door closing quietly behind him, the tension lingered in the air. jungkook and hoseok exchanged looks—both of them still processing what they’d just seen.

clue #4

the guys were rehearsing in the dance studio, and everything was going smoothly until jin walked in.

hoseok was in the middle of practicing some new footwork when he saw jin enter through the door. his eyes narrowed immediately. something was off.

jon was usually a bit casual after practice, but today, he was… different. his hair was messier than usual, like he’d been running his hands through it in a hurry. and there, on the side of his neck, was a red lipstick stain. not just one—it looked like there were a few, scattered like perfectly placed kiss marks.

on his bicep, was another faint lipstick stain. and from the way he was trying to subtly adjust his jacket, it was clear he didn’t realize just how obvious it was.

hoseok’s eyes practically popped out of his head. “is that…?” he whispered under his breath. jungkook, who was tying his shoe nearby, froze and followed hoseok’s gaze. his eyes widened. “no way.”

jin was totally oblivious as he walked to the center of the studio, tossing his gym bag onto the bench.

“what’s up?” he asked casually, like nothing was wrong, rubbing his neck absently, clearly uncomfortable with the attention he was getting. “why’s everyone staring?”

hoseok was the first to break the silence, a smirk spreading across his face. “hyung… what’s with the, uh, marks?”

jin blinked and instinctively raised a hand to his neck, realizing immediately what hoseok was referring to. he quickly straightened up, trying to act normal, but the stain was already glaringly obvious.

“ah,” he said with a forced chuckle, his cheeks turning a little pink. “i… uh… bumped into someone this morning. got a little too… friendly with the mirror.” he gave a weak laugh, but hoseok wasn’t buying it.

jungkook leaned in, pointing at the lipstick marks. “bumped into the mirror? really? i didn’t know mirrors gave out lipstick stains, hyung.”

jin fumbled for something to say, his usual confidence faltering just a little. “it’s— it’s nothing. really. just a little… accident.”

“uh-huh,” hoseok said, raising an eyebrow. “accident? that doesn’t look like an accident. that looks like a very intentional moment of affection.”

jungkook was biting back a grin. “sid she leave a note, hyung? or was it more of a we’ll pretend this never happened kind of deal?”

jin groaned, rubbing his neck again. “okay, okay. i get it. you two are detectives now.” he shot them a pointed look. “but can we please focus? we’ve got practice to get to.”

despite his protests, hoseok and jungkook couldn’t stop teasing. “so, when can we meet her, hyung?” hoseok asked with a wink. “we’ll definitely be watching out for that lipstick.”

“yeah, i’m sure she’s got great taste,” jungkook added, clearly enjoying himself. jin’s face flushed, “that’s it. i’m done. i’m leaving.” he turned to walk out, his embarrassment evident.

before he could escape, hoseok called out, “hey! don’t think you’re getting away without us finding out who she is.”

jin paused in the doorway, rolling his eyes, but a small smile tugged at his lips. “you’ll find out… eventually.”

as the door clicked shut, hoseok and jungkook exchanged a look. “we are so getting closer to figuring this out,” jungkook said, his grin wide.

clue #5

hoseok was standing in front of the stove with a wooden spoon in his hand and a completely lost look on his face. “this… doesn’t look right,” he muttered, eyeing the bubbling pot of what was supposed to be ramen.

jungkook leaned over his shoulder, wrinkling his nose. “is that… cheese? when did we put cheese in this?” “i thought it’d make it better!” hoseok groaned. “but now it’s just a mess.”

hoseok grabbed his phone. “okay, emergency. we’re calling jin-hyung.”

within a few rings, jin picked up, sounding casual as ever. “yo,” he said. “what’s up?”

“hyung, we’re dying. come save us,” hoseok said dramatically. “we tried cooking and—well, the kitchen’s not on fire, but it’s not not on fire.”

jin laughed, but before he could reply, a soft voice chimed in from the background on his end—your voice. light and bubbly, followed by the sound of giggling.

“you’re so mean—” you said between laughs, too far from the mic to be clear, but definitely close enough to be heard.

hoseok froze.

jungkook’s eyes widened.

there was a short pause.

“hyung?” jungkook said slowly, leaning closer to the phone. “who… was that?”

“huh?” jin replied quickly. a little too quickly. “no one. tv.” hoseok raised an eyebrow. “that didn’t sound like the tv.”

“really? must’ve been a rom-com,” jin said casually, but there was something off in his voice—like he was trying not to laugh. another small giggle came through the line, muffled this time, but still clearly real.

“HYUNG,” hoseok gasped. “you’re not alone!”

jom didn’t respond right away.

“jin,” jungkook said again, now grinning. “is someone there with you? like, someone someone?”

“i’m hanging up now,” Jin muttered, flustered, and the call immediately ended.

the silence in the kitchen was deafening before hoseok let out a gasp and smacked jungkook’s arm. 

“did you hear that?”

jungkook was already jumping in place. “that’s her! that has to be her!” hoseok nodded excitedly. “that was not a friend. that was a girlfriend laugh. i know that laugh!”

jungkook ran to the living room to grab his phone. “we’re gonna figure this out. she laughed like someone comfortable. like someone who’s been around jin a lot.”

hoseok was already pacing. “and she giggled at something he said! we’re so close, jay kay. so close.”

jungkook flipped open his notes app. “clue #5: heard mystery girl laughing in jin’s house. confirmed she finds him funny. possibly in love. definitely real.”

hoseok grinned, “this is the most exciting thing that’s happened all week.”

clue #6

it started out innocent enough— jin had forgotten his charger at the studio, and jungkook just happened to know the code to his apartment. hoseok, of course, just so happened to tag along.

“we’re literally just dropping it off,” jungkook said, holding up the charger like it was some kind of official delivery. “yeah,” hoseok agreed. “dropping it off and maybe doing a teeny bit of investigating.” 

they stepped inside jin’s apartment, both already scanning the place with eagle eyes. it looked normal—clean, organized, the faint smell of Jin’s cologne lingering in the air. but then hoseok stopped dead in his tracks.

on the couch.

right in the middle.

a perfectly placed hello kitty plush.

jungkook turned around and saw it too, his jaw dropping. “that was not there before.” 

“nope,” hoseok said, slowly walking toward it like it might attack. “that is not jin’s vibe. he’s more… alpacas and mario kart.”

jungkook crouched down in front of the plush, studying it like it was a crime scene clue. “it’s clean. it’s recent. no dust. this… this has been cuddled.”

hoseok gasped, “you think she stayed the night?”

“i think she lives here now,” jungkook whispered dramatically. there was a brief, reverent silence as the two of them stared at the tiny pink bow on hello kitty’s head.

jungkook pulled out his phone. “clue #6: mysterious feminine plush on jin’s couch. highly suspicious. highly cute.”

hoseok nodded seriously. “we’re onto her. she’s leaving breadcrumbs.”

“and we are eating them,” jungkook said proudly.

the final clue.

they were back. again.

at this point, hoseok and jungkook weren’t even pretending to have a reason to be at jin’s apartment—they were just nosy and determined.

“he said he was working all day,” jungkook whispered as they slipped inside, “so we’ve got time to look.”

“just a quick check,” hoseok agreed, eyes scanning the room like a detective in a crime drama. “in and out. we’re not being weird.”

ten seconds later, they were in the kitchen and that’s when hoseok stopped cold. “dude.” he pointed into the sink like it was a pile of gold.

there, sitting on top of jin’s usual black mugs and stainless steel tumblers, was a pastel pink ceramic mug with little strawberries on it. strawberries.

even worse? the words “you’re berry cute” were printed in cursive under the rim. 

jungkook’s mouth dropped open. “oh my god. that is not his.” hoseok picked it up carefully, like it was sacred. “this is hers. she drinks coffee here.”

“it’s got lipstick on the rim,” jungkook whispered, pointing. “she left a mark. this is literal evidence.” hoseok squinted, “same shade as the neck stain, i’m calling it.”

they stood there in stunned silence for a moment, the mug like a trophy between them. “she’s leaving a trail,” jungkook said. “this is marking her territory.”

hoseok nodded like he was decoding a conspiracy. “pink mug. lipstick stain. left in plain sight. she wants us to know.”

jungkook gasped. “she’s taunting us.”

just then, hoseok’s phone buzzed with a text from jin. 

jin: do not touch the pink mug. it’s not yours. 

you were curled up on jin’s couch, legs tucked under you, your hello kitty plush hugged close to your chest. jin was in the kitchen, putting away dishes, when he suddenly laughed under his breath.

you looked over at him, “what’s funny?”

he turned toward you, a playful glint in his eyes. “i think they’re onto us.” you blinked, then smiled slowly. “hobi and jungkook?”

jin nodded, walking over to flop down next to you. “they’ve been acting so weird. asking me random questions. dropping by my place like they’re not obviously snooping. jungkook stared at a mug for like ten minutes.”

you bit your lip to hide your grin, “my mug?” jin raised an eyebrow. “the one that says ‘you’re berry cute’? yeah. that one.”

you laughed, burying your face in the plush. “oh my gosh, no way.” he leaned his head back against the couch, smiling up at the ceiling. “they’ve seen the lipstick stains. the plushie. the photo in my wallet. i think… they’re putting it all together.”

you sat up a little, eyes shining. “do you wanna tell them?” jin turned to you, that signature smirk tugging at his lips. “not yet. i wanna see how far they’ll go first.”

you giggled, sliding closer to him until your head rested on his shoulder. “you’re evil.”

“me?” he tilted his head like he was offended. “you’re the one who left the mug out on purpose.” you shrugged, smiling innocently. “maybe i just like watching them suffer.”

he wrapped an arm around you, chuckling. “god, you’re perfect.” you hummed against his shoulder, voice soft. “think they’ll freak out when they realize it’s me?”

“oh, 100%,” jin said. “but it’ll be worth every second.” his plump lips kissed your temple. 

later that week, it was quiet in the building’s lobby when hoseok and jungkook stepped in, still buzzing from their latest theory.

“she’s definitely staying over,” jungkook whispered. “stains, plush, lipstick mug—it’s basically a second home.”

hoseok nodded. “at this point, she’s practically moved in.” Thehey headed toward the practice room, mid-convo, when they heard laughter echoing through the hall.

that laugh.

the one hoseok recognized from the phone call and the grocery store. he froze, “wait. wait—that’s her.” 

they whipped around the corner, and that’s when they saw it.

you were standing near the elevators, casually chatting with your uncle—their manager. your hair was pulled back, a tote bag slung over your shoulder, and you were laughing at something he said, just like the first day hoseok saw you at the store.

and then you turned slightly.

enough for the sunlight to hit your face.

enough for them to see you.

jungkook gasped, “THAT’S HER.”

hoseok eyes went wide, “THAT’S JIN’S GIRLFRIEND.”

you looked over at the sound of movement and locked eyes with them both. there was a flicker of recognition in your expression. you smiled politely.

but it was already too late. jungkook leaned over to hoseok, “that’s the girl from the wallet picture. the laugh. the mug. the everything. it all makes sense now.”

“she’s the niece,” hoseok whispered back, stunned. “she’s the manager’s niece!”

you took a step toward them, casually, with a knowing little smirk on your lips.

“hey,” you greeted, voice calm, sweet, like you hadn’t just shattered every assumption they’d been building for weeks. “you guys have been looking for me, haven’t you?”

they blinked. speechless. mouths open.

“what—how did—?” jungkook stammered.

you just laughed again—that laugh—and suddenly, it wasn’t a mystery anymore. it was hilarious.

jin strolled out of the hallway a second later, throwing an arm around your shoulders like he’d done at the store. “oh,” he said, totally unfazed. “you found her.”

“you—you knew we were snooping?!” hoseok exploded, eyes wide. jin grinned. “Obviously.”

you leaned into jin, laughing. “you guys are terrible spies.” jungkook looked like his soul had just left his body. “this whole time…”

jin nodded proudly, “this whole time.” hoseok groaned, covering his face. “we were literally taking notes.”

you and jin both laughed as you walked past them, hand in hand. “nice mug, by the way,” jungkook muttered under his breath.

you looked back over your shoulder with a wink. “thanks. it’s my favorite.”

[mmegwrld]

jin it is! working on it rn! :-)

hey guys! which one do you guys want first?

1. jin fic — he has a secret relationship with their manager’s niece and the rest of the members try to find out who it is

2. jk fic — i don’t have much for this yet but i know that i want the reader to play softball and jk to play soccer. i was thinking like they kind of have a rivalry and jk gets like an injury or something idk

[mmegwrld]

hey guys! which one do you guys want first?

1. jin fic — he has a secret relationship with their manager’s niece and the rest of the members try to find out who it is

2. jk fic — i don’t have much for this yet but i know that i want the reader to play softball and jk to play soccer. i was thinking like they kind of have a rivalry and jk gets like an injury or something idk

[mmegwrld]

snugglebugs for anon ♡

[mmegwrld]

★⋆｡𖦹 FLOWER BOY + jeon jungkook

jungkook visits your flower shop one day, expecting you to be mean but you caught his eye. your softness and colorful aura, it felt like something shifted inside of him— finding himself coming back.

word count : 3.9k

genre : FLUFFFF ALL AROUND

warnings : edgy(?)jk, cussing, emotional vulnerability? MILDDD ROMANTIC TENSION!! literally so fluffy omg like it makes my stomach have butterflies help, reader is a florist, namjoon makes a guest appearance!😉, kissing, reader is the word soft girl in form, THIS IS NOT PROOFREAD!

a/n : i like this oneee! and i didn’t write the title this time because i hated the way it looked whenever i wrote it😭😭I HAD SMM FUN IN HAWAII! okay anyway, enjoy this☀️💐

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the first time you met jungkook, you were kind of nervous.

it was raining the first time he walked into your flower shop. the doorbell jingled, and you looked up from your little notebook, expecting the usual: a sweet old lady needing tulips, or a rushed boyfriend begging for a last-minute bouquet.

instead, you were met with the sound of heavy boots and the scent of rain-soaked leather. jungkook stood just inside the door, black hoodie under a worn-out leather jacket, wet hair dripping into his eyes. he looked like he belonged in a music video, not in your pastel-colored little shop with flower-printed wallpaper and gentle acoustic music playing in the background.

you blinked, “hi there… can i help you?” he stared at you for a second, like he wasn’t expecting to be greeted so gently. then he cleared his throat, “uh. yeah. i guess. i need… a flower.”

you smiled politely, “any kind in mind?” he glanced around, clearly overwhelmed by the color explosion in the room. his eyes landed on a small vase of daisies by the window.

“those,” he said, nodding. “the white ones.”

“daises?” you asked, grabbing your scissors. “good choice. they mean purity and new beginnings.”

“cool,” he muttered, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “didn’t ask, but okay.” you giggled — not offended, just amused. “i like telling people the meanings. sorry.”

he watched you for a moment while you carefully wrapped the flower in brown paper, tying it with a soft yellow ribbon. “you do this for everyone?” he asked quietly.

“mhm,” you hummed. “i like making people feel cared for.” he went quiet again.

you handed him the wrapped daisy, and your fingers brushed. his were rough and warm — calloused, probably from guitar strings or fights he didn’t want to talk about.

“that’s on the house,” you said softly. “you look like you had a rough day.” jungkook stared at you like you’d just handed him something more valuable than a daisy. “why would you do that?”

you shrugged. “sometimes people just need something kind.” he looked down at the flower, then back at you. something shifted in his expression — just a flicker, something small.

“…thanks.”

a week later. the rain had stopped but jungkook didn’t. he showed up again in a hoodie and his hair neater like he actually looked in the mirror.

you looked up from restocking some roses and smiled, “back so soon?” you tease. he nodded, “yeah… i need another flower.”

you tilted your head, “another daisy?” he hesitated, “uh… yeah sure i guess.”

you walked over to the daises with your hand on your hips and a smile, “you’re not buying these for anybody, huh?” you asked. he froze, “what?”

hou stepped closer, playful. “you don’t have anyone to give these to, do you?” he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “maybe i just like flowers.”

“you don’t even know what daises mean,” you grabbed one and wrap it up just like before. jungkook mumbled, “they mean like purity.. and new stuff or somethin…”

you laughed, and something about the sound made his heart twist weirdly in his chest.

you didn’t press him further. you just wrapped the daisy again, ribbon matching the blush that threatened to rise in his cheeks. he watched you as you worked— how careful you were with the petals, how your lips moved as you hummed something under your breath.

she’s soft, he thought. and not just in the way she dresses or talks — she is soft. kind in a way he didn’t know people still were. and it kind of messed him up.

you handed him the flower again, fingertips brushing like last time. “still on the house.”

he looked at the daisy, then at you, and said— like he couldn’t stop himself, “what if i wanna bring you something next time?” you blinked, “me?”

“yeah,” he said, rubbing his thumb over the paper-wrapped stem. “you keep giving stuff away. thought maybe you should get something back.”

you smiled, that soft, sunshine smile that made something in his chest ache. “i’d like that.”

this time, he stood outside the flower shop for a full ten minutes before going in.

his hand clenched around the small object in his pocket — warm from his palm, a little stupid, but it felt right. he hadn’t told anyone he was coming here again. not his friends, not his brother, not even himself, really.

but when he walked in and saw you behind the counter, arranging a vase of wildflowers with your hair pulled back and a little smudge of dirt on your cheek, he forgot why he was nervous in the first place.

you looked up and lit up like always. “hey, jungkook. you need another daisy?” he shook his head, stepping toward the counter. “not today.”

you raised a brow, teasing. “so you do have someone to give flowers to now?”

he didn’t answer right away. instead, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny keychain — a small plastic bear holding a daisy, clearly won from some old claw machine. the thing was kinda ugly. definitely not your usual style. but he’d seen it the day before and thought of you instantly.

“this is for you.” your smile faltered in surprise, eyes widening. “what?”

“it’s dumb,” he said quickly. “i saw it and… i don’t know. it just reminded me of you. the flower. the bear. i don’t know,” he repeated, rubbing the back of his neck. “you don’t have to keep it.”

you stared at it like it was a diamond ring, “i love it.”

jungkook looked up, caught off guard. “really?” you nodded, clutching the keychain like it was something precious. “it’s perfect.”

he couldn’t stop the small grin tugging at his mouth, even if he tried. “yeah, well… i’m not good at, like, actual gifts. but maybe i could bring you something better next time.”

“you already brought me something perfect,” you said, setting it gently beside the register. “now it can keep me company while i work.”

he just stood there for a moment, watching you like you’d done something to him he couldn’t undo. like you’d carved your name into something he didn’t know had space for softness.

jungkook slouched on the cracked steps outside the convenience store, a bottle of soda dangling from his fingers as namjoon leaned against the wall beside him, munching on a bag of chips.

“she liked it,” jungkook muttered suddenly. namjoon raised a brow. “huh?”

“the keychain,” jungkook said, keeping his eyes on the sidewalk. “the dumb little bear with the flower.” namjoon blinked, “you gave that to someone?”

“yeah.”

“you gave a girl a keychain?” jungkook rolled his eyes. “don’t say it like that.” namjoon grinned. “no, i’m just impressed. last week you said feelings were ‘a government trap.’”

“she’s different,” jungkook said, quieter now. “she runs this flower shop. always has dirt on her hands and plays love songs that make you wanna die, but like, in a good way.”

namjoon’s grin softened. “damn. you’re gone.” jungkook ran a hand through his hair, biting the inside of his cheek. “she didn’t laugh. i gave her the thing, told her it was dumb, and she said she loved it. like… actually meant it.”

“she probably did,” namjoon said simply. “sweet girls don’t fake that stuff.” jungkook didn’t respond right away. he just sat there, swirling the soda bottle between his fingers.

“i don’t get it,” he finally muttered. “i give her this dumb plastic bear and she looks at me like i handed her the moon.”

“that’s what love looks like, man,” namjoon said, nudging him with his foot. “you just haven’t seen it like that before.”

jungkook exhaled slowly, “i think i’m in trouble.”

“good,” namjoon said with a grin. “means you’re doing it right.”

it was a quiet afternoon at the shop. the light outside was golden and soft, filtering through the windows as you rearranged a bouquet of lilacs and baby’s breath.

the bell over the door jingled, and you looked up, expecting jungkook like usual— but instead, it was someone taller, broader, with dimples and round glasses.

“hey,” he said with a smile. “you must be the florist.”

“i am,” you replied, wiping your hands on your apron. “can i help you?”

“i’m namjoon,” he said, stepping closer to the counter. “jungkook’s friend.”

you blinked, surprised. “oh— hi. nice to meet you.”

he glanced around the shop, clearly taking it all in, the soft colors, the soft music, the scent of lavender and fresh petals in the air. then he looked back at you with a small grin.

“he wasn’t kidding.” you tilted your head. “about what?”

namjoon chuckled, “you.”

you stared, “me?”

“yeah. the way he talks about you, i was expecting someone like… i don’t know. a disney character. but you’re real.” you laughed softly, heat rising to your cheeks. “he talks about me?”

namjoon gave you a look. “he told me about the keychain. about the way you smile. said you make the world feel… less heavy.” you chest tightened, the air suddenly sweeter. “he said that?”

“didn’t say it like that,” namjoon admitted with a smirk. “but i know how to translate jungkook.” you smiled, heart fluttering wildly. “he’s really soft under all that leather, huh?”

namjoon grinned. “don’t tell him i said this, but yeah. especially with you.”

just then, the door opened again and this time it was him, hoodie half-zipped, hair messy like he’d been running. he paused when he saw namjoon, eyes narrowing. “what’d you say?”

namjoon just laughed and gave you a wink on the way out. “see you around, flower girl.” jungkook frowned as the door closed behind him. “what did he say to you?”

you were still smiling, barely able to hide it. “nothing.” “did he tell you i—?” he stopped, cheeks pinking slightly. “forget it.”

“i like that you talk about me,” you whispered.

jungkook let out a breath, his voice soft against your hair. “yeah, well… you’re the only thing i want to talk about.”

the shop was closed. you’d stayed late to finish inventory, and jungkook had shown up uninvited like he always did now, claiming he was “just bored,” but refusing to leave until you did.

he was sitting on the floor behind the counter, head leaned back against the wall, knees bent. you were beside him, cross-legged, your phone playing soft music as you both picked petals off a bouquet that hadn’t sold.

“this is the weirdest thing I’ve ever done,” he mumbled, watching a petal fall into his lap. you smiled, “but you’re still here.”

“i know,” he looked over at you, and something about his gaze made the air feel heavier. “i don’t wanna leave.” you blinked, “then don’t.”

he didn’t. he just leaned his head against the wall again, staring at you like you were something delicate— something he was scared to touch too fast in case it vanished.

“i don’t get you,” he said quietly. you turned to him, “why?”

“you’re just… so good. and i’m—” he shook his head, brows furrowed like he was trying to find the right words. “i’m not used to people like you. not used to feeling like this.”

“like what?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper. he met your eyes. “like i could break and you’d still hold me.”

the silence between you thickened— heavy, warm, safe. you leaned in first, barely an inch, almost afraid to spook him. he didn’t move.

then, slowly, jungkook tilted his head forward, so close your noses brushed. his breath was shaky, and you could feel it fan across your lips as his voice dropped to a murmur.

“i’ve been wanting to do this since the first daisy.”

and then he kissed you.

soft. careful. like he wasn’t sure he was allowed but couldn’t stop himself. his hand came up to your cheek, rings cool against your skin, the other bracing on the floor like if he didn’t hold still, he might fall right through it. you kissed him back.

and then, you two pull away. you laughed softly and he exhaled, “you’re dangerous,” he whispered. you smiled, brushing your thumb against his jaw, “you’re soft.”

“don’t tell anybody.”

“promise."

your first date went exactly how you imagined it would. he pulled up at exactly seven in a black mercedes that gleamed under the streetlights, windows tinted, bass low and smooth in the background. he leaned against the car door, arms crossed.

you stepped out of the shop wearing a soft little sundress, and he straight-up forgot how to breathe. “you look…” he trailed off, exhaling. “like i should be paying to stand next to you.”

you laughed, slipping your hand into his. “too bad. you’re stuck with me.”

he drove you to the botanical gardens— not something you’d ever expect from someone who looked like he belonged in the back of a club, not the middle of a greenhouse.

but he knew. he remembered every flower you’d ever mentioned. and when you stepped into the garden and saw rows of daisies blooming in the golden hour light, your breath caught.

you turned to him, stunned. “you remembered.”

jungkook shoved his hands in his pockets, suddenly shy. “of course. first flower you ever gave me.”

when he dropped you off that night, the mercedes idled quietly at the curb, windows down just enough to let in the spring air.

he didn’t kiss you right away. just looked at you like he wanted to remember this version of you forever. “was this okay?” he asked. “for a first real date?”

you leaned closer, your voice soft. “it was perfect.”

and then you kissed him — slow, sweet, lingering — under the glow of the streetlight, the car behind you humming like it knew something magical had just happened.

he kissed you back with both hands on your waist like he didn’t ever want to let go.

a few weeks later, you stuff was everywhere.

not in a messy, overwhelming way— just in little pieces, scattered like petals across jungkook’s dark, quiet world.

his black leather mercedes still looked sleek, still smelled like his cologne and fading vanilla— but now, a flower chain you made dangled from the rearview mirror, bouncing gently with every turn. you’d tied it there without asking, just smiled at him while your fingers looped the stems.

and on his dash, a polaroid of you was out there like a trophy. sitting on the curb outside his apartment, chin in your hand, eyes squinted from laughing too hard. you looked soft, out of place in a car built for speeding and power— but somehow, you lit the space up like it had been waiting for you all along.

his apartment had changed too. it used to be all sharp corners, concrete floors, black shelves, cool-toned lighting. rhe kind of place that echoed when it was too quiet.

now? the couch had a floral cover, one you brought over “just for spring,” even though he rolled his eyes and said it didn’t match his vibe. he sat on it every day.

there were lego flowers on his shelves, between his whiskey bottles and a half-burnt candle. you brought them over one night, dropped the box in his lap with a grin, and said, “help me build these.”

he didn’t even hesitate. he built them carefully. gently. like each piece meant something. like your presence had softened the way his hands moved.

one had a tiny sticker on the stem— “this one’s yours”— in your handwriting. he stared at it more than he liked to admit.

your hoodie hung on the hook by his front door. always. like it belonged there. like you did.

sometimes, when you weren’t around, he sat on that flower-covered couch, stared at your hoodie, and thought: this is what love looks like.

bright petals in a black car. lego flowers where there used to be dust. a soft girl who didn’t just walk into his world— she bloomed in it.

and now everything smelled like you and he wouldn’t change a single thing.

he also did the same thing to you. it wasn’t obvious at first.

you’d had him over a dozen times by now— late night takeout, quiet sunday mornings, sleepy kisses on your couch. he always left with the same soft grin, hoodie tugged back on, keys twirling between his fingers, the door clicking shut behind him like a whisper.

but this time, something was different.

you didn’t notice it until hours later. you were tidying the throw pillows— the ones he always teased you for having too many of— when your fingers brushed something draped over the arm of the couch.

his gray zip-up. the one he wore almost every night. worn soft from age, sleeves just a little too long, the faintest smell of cologne and smoke clinging to the fabric.

you stared at it, heart stuttering. he never left things behind. never.

upu held it to your chest, curling your fingers into the sleeves, smiling like a fool alone in your apartment.

he didn’t forget it. you knew him too well for that. he left it on purpose.

later that night, your phone buzzed.

kookiee: left something at yours

you stared at the message. smiled. then typed back:

you: yeah. you did.

there was a pause. then another message.

kookiee: look under your pillow.

your brows lifted. you padded back to your room, pulled the blanket aside— and there it was. a bracelet.

black leather cord. woven and simple. one of his. you’d seen him fidget with it a hundred times. wrapped around the cord was a tiny silver charm shaped like a flower.

your breath caught. you slipped it onto your wrist, heart warm and aching in the best way.

he hadn’t said “i’m yours.” he didn’t need to. he’d left it where he knew you’d find it. quiet. certain. soft.

just like how he loved you.

bonus:

it was your birthday, and you told jungkook you didn’t want anything big. just him, maybe a cupcake, and a quiet night.

he acted like he forgot.

didn’t text you all morning. didn’t show up at your shop. by the time you closed for the day, you were trying really hard not to feel a little crushed.

but when you got home, your apartment was glowing. literally glowing— with soft fairy lights strung clumsily across your ceiling, as if someone had no clue what they were doing but tried anyway.

there were daisies on the table. a small cake with uneven frosting. and jungkook, standing awkwardly in the middle of it all with pink icing on his cheek and a nervous smile on his lips.

“happy birthday,” he said, voice a little raspy. “sorry it’s not perfect. i don’t really do… this.” you dropped your bag and ran into his arms.

he held you tight, mumbling into your hair, “i watched, like, three youtube videos on how to bake a cake for you. i almost set your oven on fire.”

you leaned back, grinning. “you made this yourself?”

“yeah,” he muttered, cheeks pink. “it tastes like shit, probably. but it’s yours.” you kissed him for that. for the lights, the cake, the flowers, and most of all— the way his tough exterior melted every time he looked at you.

he tasted like sugar and punk rock.

and he was yours.