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wow just wow. one of my fav kook fics i've read in a long time ^3^

Bonded

“You didn’t think that having Jungkook save you from an abusive arranged marriage by marking you would mean that you would have to marry him instead. Yet here you are. Bonded to him for life, with his father threatening to ban you if you fuck it up and with your marriage night one step away. It wouldn’t be that scary if you weren’t aware that his family doesn’t bond with omegas.”

- Sequel to Alpha -

Pairing: Alpha!Jungkook x f. omega!Reader

Genre: Werewolves!AU, forced marriage!AU, childhood best friends to lovers!AU, marriage night!AU, Angst, Romance, SMUT

Warnings: Hard Dom!Jungkook, happy sub!Reader, size & strength kink, he is a lot taller than her, angst & misunderstandings in the beginning, poor woman gets threatened left and right at her own bonding party, please protect her, Kook is hurt by her at first but the problem gets solved hihi, her brother is a dick tbfh, insanely protective!Jungkook, whipped Alpha in loveeee, lots of kisses and touches, he is really soft with her & just a lil nervous, he is so lethal tbfh no wonder she gets turned on by him so easily bahaha, kissing & biting of her scent spots, the spots are on her neck and her tits and her inner thighs, he accidentally stimulates them long enough that she goes into heat, which makes him go into his ruts <3, this is a really passionate bonding night for sureeee, intense and hungry nipple sucking, her poor omega tits swell and produce sweet liquid (not milk just idk omega liquid lmaloaooa listen I made this up as I was going and it's hot), Jungkook eats it upppp, sooooo much slick, lots of drool and tears hihih, rough penetrative sex with his big alpha cock, knotting, lots of orgasms for both, breeding with his hot cum mhmh, listen he fucks her roughly while he is knotted which means she repeatedly gets penetrated by his knot, she likes it cause she is so into him, stimulation of her cervix which feels really good for an omega, she is in heaven with him fr, he never felt as good before as well, sex in missionary then in mating press and then just tangled up in a mess of limbs, praise, hand holding, he calls her "baby" & "my love" & "princess", the cuddliest and safest and giggliest aftercare, they're not aware of it yet but they're true mates <3, oh yeah! they break the bed

Wordcount: 15.8k

a/n: YOU HOES (affectionately) ASKED FOR IT AND THIS HOE (me, derogatory) LISTENED!!! I FUCKING LISTENED!!! AND I AGREED!! We need more Alpha!Kook in our life and on this blog. This is the hottest smut ever like (tmi but) i need to jerk it afterwards, which rarely happens with my smut HFAHDSFH i need him to be my alpha husband and rearrange my guts daily tbfh 😔 have fun besties, i hope this is a worthy enough sequel to the first part 😩💛 ps: for all you omegaverse veterans, i'm still a newbie to this AU and this story is MY interpretation of the AU hehe any rule changes are done intentional to my comfort levels <3

If you knew that agreeing to Jungkook’s plan would mean This, perhaps you never would have agreed. Perhaps if the night hadn’t been so stormy and you so hopeless, you wouldn’t have said yes. 

But you did and now you are here. In front of the entire pack, in a long dress as your pack’s priest is talking about eternal faithfulness. You knew that being marked by an alpha would mean that you had to be with him, but didn’t think it would mean This. 

Your family is in the audience. First row, next to Jungkook’s family. Your brother stares at you with a look you can’t quite make out. You still can’t really stand his face. Jungkook’s father seems displeased and you don’t blame him. The little stunt you pulled made alpha Urquard furious and it was Jungkook’s father who had to take care of it. He wanted to trade another omega at first, but Jungkook stopped him before that could happen. You didn’t get to see Jungkook for two whole days after this incident and when he came back, his upper lip was chipped and he didn’t want to talk about what happened. 

“Urquard’s not gonna bother our pack again. That’s all you need to know”, he told you tiredly while you tried to nurse his lip. “And there’s something else. It’s about us”, he then continued.

“About us? What about us?”

“If we wanna keep living here, we have to do something.”

“What do we have to do?”

“And with this kiss, I may pronounce you husband and wife”, the priest says and howls. The rest of the pack follows. Everyone, except Jungkook’s father who is staring holes into you darkly. It is custom for werewolves to howl for a newly bonded couple. It is meant to bring luck and happiness into the marriage. Having the pack alpha refuse this ritual is not a good sign. 

You gulp down the heavy lump in your throat, shifting your nervous eyes to Jungkook. He seems nervous too, clasping your clammy hands. He closes the distance. Thankfully the howls are loud enough to mask your voices.

“He isn’t-”

“I know. Ignore him. He’s a stubborn idiot.” Jungkook cups your cheek. “Can I kiss you?” 

You hesitate, feeling dizzy from lack of oxygen in your lungs. His father isn’t howling. What if Jungkook doesn’t want this bond either? If you knew that your night with him would end in marriage, maybe you wouldn’t have said yes to him. He wants to kiss you, doesn’t he? His eyes are studying your lips. You want to kiss him too, but it is so scary to go for it. What if he doesn’t want this bond? You hesitate and hesitate. As a matter of fact, you hesitate long enough for the howls to die down. 

Heavy, thick silence follows. The pack stares. The priest stares. Jungkook’s father stares. Jungkook himself stares.

“Hey uhm, this is the part where you kiss me”, he whispers. 

“I know”, you whisper back.

The priest clears his throat. Jungkook licks his lips nervously, still waiting for your consent. Someone in the audience coughs.

If you knew that agreeing to Jungkook’s plan would lead to having to bond with him, perhaps you never would have agreed. He promised you that you would just have to pretend, that you wouldn’t have to be with him if you didn’t want to and yet here you are. You are now officially his mate. Well, not until you kissed him. You really want to kiss him, but it’s so scary. 

“You have to kiss for the bond to be sealed”, the priest whispers as well. 

You glance at the audience. Your family seems nervous. Jungkook’s father seems hopeful but also very angry. You look at Jungkook, whose eyes have darkened slightly.

“It seems that the bond is invali-”, the priest tries to announce loudly, but before he can finish his sentence, Jungkook silences him by pulling you into the kiss. 

You gasp, eyes wide open and body frozen. His big hand is on the back of your head, keeping you close. The priest sees it as a sign and begins the howling again. It fills the wedding house, almost sounding like melodies of joy. But you feel sick to the stomach. You are mated for life. Jungkook made sure of it and you made sure of how your marriage will be because you hesitated. You can see it in his eyes once he pulls back and they are as cold as ice. Holy fuck, you messed up.

The iciness of his stare continues long into the festivities. It is the duty of the newly  bonded couple to open the dance floor with a dance. You and Jungkook have to wait behind a curtain to be called to the floor. You arrive a little later than him because your mother wanted to talk to you before that. Something about being a good mate to him. You didn’t really listen because she pissed you off. 

Jungkook sends you an icy glare, tonguing his cheek.

“You”, you stomp to him. Your mother made you angry enough that you feel the need to take it out on him. 

He watches you with a cocked up brow. You shove at his chest. He doesn’t budge, but stares with widened eyes. 

“How dare you force the kiss onto me like this. You took away my choice”, you hiss.

“Tch.”

“Don’t tch me. You said that it was my choice. You forced me.”

He tenses his jaw, looking anywhere but you. You shove him again with no chance of moving him. 

“Did you hear me?”

“I don’t know if you already forgot the five prior conversations we had, but if we didn’t bond today, my dad would have banished us both. I made sure that this wouldn’t happen”, he answers you snappishly.

“This still doesn’t give you the right to kiss me like this”, you throw back, shoving at his chest.

He doesn’t budge, taking your hands to stop you from shoving him again. His grip is strong and possessive, but doesn’t hurt. 

“The priest was gonna renounce our bond. I had to act fast”, he hisses.

“Yeah well, I didn’t want to be forced into it.”

“I know that by now”, Jungkook spits and swipes your hands away, turning a cold shoulder to you. He crosses his arms in front of his chest so tightly it looks as if he is trying to hug himself.

“I want an apology for it”, you insist.

“I’m sorry.” 

You falter for a moment, not having expected it. 

“I’m sorry, okay? Just. Drop it now, please.”

“Drop it? Excuse me?” 

Jungkook turns his head away.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you.”

No eye contact.

“Jungkook?” 

“I’m done talking to you”, he grumbles.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“It means that you hurt me.”

You gawk at him, holding your breath. He turns to you, meeting your eyes with such urgency it feels as if he is trying to drown you in the connection.

“All this talk about not wanting me to hold back. You told me not to stop telling you that you’re mine. Was it just empty talk?” he asks.

His heartbroken scent makes you feel heavy in your chest. 

“What? I, I don’t- what?” you stutter.

“Did it ever mean something to you?” 

“Kook, I-”

“Don’t call me that”, he hisses and steps closer. The thing is, however, that you don’t feel the instinctive need to step back. He doesn’t feel dangerous to you. Not because he isn’t scary, because he definitely is, but because you know for a fact that he wouldn’t hurt you. “Don’t call me that after what you did today.”

You gulp. He puts his hand over his heart, eyes showing how hurt he feels. His voice quivers as he speaks.

“You made me have my first knot ever. You, you made me feel so good that I bit you. You had your first knotting orgasm through me. I was fucking alive inside you”, he say and puts his other hand on your stomach where you once allowed him to feel himself in you. 

You gasp and tense at the touch, putting your hand over his’. His touch seeps into you, reminding you how it was to carry his warmth inside you. Everything inside you wants him within the first touch. The connection is so intense that you draw closer to him instinctively.

“I thought that it meant something to you too. So why did you hesitate?” he stresses, eyes racing between yours.

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” Jungkook pulls his hand away from your stomach. “Wow, okay.”

“Kook, please.”

“Forget it. Let’s just get it over with”, he hisses and a second later, the curtains open and you have to pretend to be a happy couple.

He takes your hand, leading you to the dance floor while howls and claps cheer you on. He positions you and him in the middle of the dance floor, looking down at you with a tightened face. 

The music starts. So does the dance. 

Jungkook leads it, you follow. He holds you so close. He looks so deeply into your eyes. To anyone else it must seem as if he can’t get enough of his wife, but you are close enough to him that you know his true feelings. He wants this stupid dance to end as quickly as possible. 

You can’t bear to look up at him any longer, lowering your eyes.

“Don’t. Look up.” 

You obey instinctively.

“You’ve already fucked up the kiss, don’t fuck up the dance as well.” 

“I’m sorry.” 

“It’s already a little too late for that, isn’t it?” he says and leans you back as part of the dance. For just a second you see the world upside down before he lifts you again, holding you against his chest as he twirls over the dance floor with you. It makes your dress dance with you and blurs the world around you. He furrows his brows.

“Did it ever mean anything to you?” he asks. 

“I don’t know.”

“Yes or no? It’s a simple answer.”

“I was desperate and I-”

“Wow.” 

“I, I just meant that I don’t know if it meant what it meant to you.”

“Stop talking, seriously.”

You gulp. Jungkook looks away. 

“You have to look at me”, you whisper panickedly.

“Don’t worry, the dance is already fucked”, Jungkook says and coincidentally enough, the music switches just this moment. The rest of the pack fills the dance floor, but you barely notice them.

Jungkook steps back and leaves you in the middle of the dance floor. Your chest feels tight. You didn’t want it to come to this. Of course it meant something to you, but he cornered you right now and you tend to say the wrong things under pressure. You didn’t want to give him a dishonest answer, but didn’t have the full answer ready yet. Oh god, this isn’t what you wanted to happen.

Sudden fear fills you. You know instantly that his father is next to you. You force yourself to look at him, holding your breath.

“Ruin this bond, you and your family can look for a new pack. Understood?”

You nod your head fearfully.

“Speak up!” 

“Yes! Understood!” 

“That’s better. Fucking, bratty omega. Just because my son can’t keep his dick in his pants. I’ll teach him how to discipline you, be sure of that”, he says with a deadly glare and turns his back to you, leaving you in the middle of the dance floor.

You bite back tears. 

Alcohol. You need to forget this night. Yes, that’s the solution.

Werewolf bonding parties aren’t that different from human wedding parties. There is good music, delicious food, lots of dancing and even more laughter. There is also, of course, the occasional friendly fighting between two wolves, which may seem scary to a human but is perfectly normal to your species. There is even a saying that if a bonding party doesn’t have friendly fighting, the bond will not last. A part of you had hoped that your party would be such a party just so it wouldn’t be you who ruins the marriage and therefore has to carry the alpha’s wrath. But your wish wasn’t granted the moment you watched Yoongi and Hoseok start a friendly wrestling march next to the margaritas bar.

Speaking of margaritas, you are drunk on them by now. Way too drunk, barely able to stand on two feet. 

“Fuck, I need air”, you get out and turn to leave. You run your eyes over the crowd. Your family is by their table, your brother follows you with his eyes. You must be way too drunk because for a second it felt as if he was hunting you with them. You break contact, spotting Jungkook next. He is talking to one of the betas, Seokjin. He also seems terribly drunk. You look away quickly, stumbling past him on your way outside. He follows you with his eyes as you do, but you are too drunk to notice.

The night is cold. A welcome change to the stuffy air inside. Tonight is a new moon. You look up at the moonless sky. Weddings under a new moon mean that they will last long. That’s what the legends say. The new life together starts with the new cycle of the moon. First the fighting, now this. Your marriage seriously wants to last, doesn’t it?

You stumble to a quiet corner, resting against the wall. The music is blurred behind a veil of alcohol and the thick walls of the venue.

The thing is, it’s not that you had to bond with Jungkook which upsets you so much. It is the fact that it had to happen under such circumstances. You are sure that if he didn’t have to mark you in order to save your life, he would have never even thought about taking you as a mate. You know how his family thinks. A wolf with the alpha gen should mate with another wolf with the alpha gen. Bonding with an omega isn’t a thing in Jungkook’s family. And this is what scares you. You are an omega in a family of alphas and his father seems to fucking hate it. What if Jungkook hates it too? He talked about keeping you safe and not wanting to let you go, but he probably didn’t think that he would have to mate with you. He was probably high on his afterglow and talked without thinking.

“Urgh”, you let out, grinding your fangs. 

But then, why was he so upset that you hesitated? Was it because he wanted to own you as quickly as possible? But he smelled heartbroken. Someone who is merely upset about not owning you wouldn’t smell like this. This is confusing you so much. 

“Who knew that you would be married before me.” 

You turn your head to your brother. You must be really drunk because his eyes still seem so different.

“It’s crazy to imagine that you came back and got bonded”, he says. 

“Only because you fucked up and I almost had to die for it. Otherwise, Jungkook would have never had to step in and I would have never had to bond with him”, you throw back.

Your brother studies you with furrowed brows.

“Look, I said that I’m sorry and I am. It was an accident. I thought that she was a deer.”

“Tch, sure. I know you were into her. I watched you sneak away sometimes to see her. You got jealous and decided to kill her because you couldn’t bear the thought that she was to be with someone else. Admit it”, you challenge him because you know that it was bullshit. Your brother would never kill someone out of jealousy. 

Something changes in your brother’s face, however. Your brother disappears, the face of an ice cold killer stares back at you. The face of a killer who killed before and who would do it again. He steps closer and you instinctively step back. Fear and the desire to flee overcomes you. It is difficult however when he has you cornered. It is a dark corner and there are no people around.

“What, what are you doing? You, you are scary”, you stutter.

“You know, you were never supposed to come back.”

“What?”

“If I were you, I’d be careful with your words from now on”, he warns, dragging the back of his hand down your face, “are we understood, sister?” 

You whimper instinctively, avoiding his eyes. His touch feels like sandpaper on your skin. He comes closer. You are so scared. 

“Are we under-”, he stumbles back as a strong hand tugs him away from you. It is so rough in fact that he squeaks against his will.

“Do we have a problem here?” Jungkook growls, stepping between you and your brother. He is huffing his air, torso stretching the fabric of his suit because his protectiveness is making his body grow. Your brother tries to take a step closer, but instantly stops with just one deep growl of Jungkook. 

Your brother looks at you for a brief moment. The person you once knew is gone from his eyes. 

“I was already leaving”, he presses out and turns his back to leave. He knows better than to pick a fight with Jungkook. He gets as far as one step before the latter pulls him back. 

He tries to fight him in reaction, but gives up quickly when Jungkook renders him useless with a strong grip on his chin. His claws dimple his skin, threatening to break through. He is towering over your brother by now. 

“You are the one who is going to start picking his words carefully from now on. She is under my protection now. Is that clear?”

“Is this supposed to scare me?”

“Don’t test me.” Jungkook hisses, shaking him by his chin. “I’ll let you go tonight because you’re her brother and I don’t wanna break her heart, but you threaten her again and you’re dead. Are we understood?” he snarls his words, eyes dangerously golden and sharp fangs on full display.

“Yes”, your brother croaks out.

“Speak up!” Jungkook barks, shaking him.

“Yes! I’m sorry, yes!” 

“Good. Now leave, you’re ruining my wife’s mood”, Jungkook growls and pushes him away. 

The man, who was once your brother, stumbles back and runs off with his tail tucked between his legs.

Jungkook stares him down until he truly left and only then, he turns to you. He puts his hands on your upper arms, touching you so gently one might never know how roughly he handled your brother seconds ago. His features are clouded over with worry. His body is smaller again and his muscles shrunk back to their relaxed size.

“Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” he asks, studying you worriedly.

You shake your head, gasping for air in small, helpless breaths. 

“Hey, sshhh you’re okay now. You’re okay”, he says, hugging you against his chest. One hand is on your back, the other on the back of your head. The calming scent of him engulfs you, masking your own frightened scent.

“People need to stop threatening me tonight”, you get out, sobbing into him.

“You’re okay, baby. You’re okay”, he keeps repeating the words, placing little kisses all over the crown of your head.

The fight of earlier feels far away to both of you. Especially to him.

It wasn’t long after you stumbled past him, that he followed you outside. At first he followed you with the intent of confronting you again, but then he saw that you were talking to your brother and he stayed back. Because of his heightened senses, he heard everything of your conversation with him. He also smelled your fear even before hearing your whimper and it drove up his desire to protect you to such levels that he has to tremble now that he finally holds you safe and sound. 

“You’re okay. I’m here now. I’m here.”

You tilt your head up, meeting his eyes.

“This wasn’t my brother anymore.”

“I know, I’m sorry”, he says, wiping your tears.

“He murdered her. Kook, he is a murderer.”

“I heard everything. I’ll take care of it. I promise.”

“He looked at me as if he wanted to kill me too.”

“I wouldn’t have let him. He’d have been dead if he tried.”

“Kook”, you get out and hide away in his chest.

You smell so sad and heartbroken and scared. Jungkook feels parts of his body cramp from how much he trembles. He wants to protect you more than he already does. It is driving him insane that he can’t do more for you.

“Jungkook, I wanna go home but I don’t…” Your sad scent reaches its peak as tears roll down your cheeks. “I don’t even know where that is anymore”, you press out and sob. 

“Hey no, don’t cry. I’ll take you home”, Jungkook says and puts his arm around you to lead you away from the venue. You let your head fall against him, crying loudly because everything is just a lot for you. 

“Do we have to tell anyone? Can we just leave? What if they ask questions? I don’t know what to do anymore, I don’t-”

“Hey, everything is gonna be okay. We’re the bridal couple, they’ll just have to accept the fact that we left early.”

You nod your head in understanding. You are so glad that he took control right now. You would have been lost and overwhelmed without him.

You walk home side by side. It happens for comfort reasons that, after a while, you and he stop hugging so close. You are in nothing but your dress and he is in nothing but his suit. The streets are empty and quiet because the entire pack is currently at your wedding party. 

You already walked long enough that you managed to calm down from the initial shock. It is an unspoken truth between you and him that you don’t want to talk about what happened. This means, however, that your walk is silent and that feels really awkward.

The town you grew up in hasn’t changed much ever since you were a child. The same trees still grow along the same streets, except that they are a lot taller these days. The same houses are still home to the same people and bonding nights are still held in the town’s sports hall. 

Said sports hall is still close to the playground and the way home still leads through it. 

You and Jungkook slow down as you walk down a metaphorical memory lane. You scraped your knee on the slide when you were eight and he had to blow on it to make it better. Jungkook sprained his ankle jumping off the swing when he was nine and you had to hold his hand as his mother rubbed it better again. Under the weeping willow, you and your friends played the silly little dares and you had your first kiss with him. 

You look away from the tree, meeting Jungkook’s eyes. He looked at it as well. You turn your head away, feeling your throat tighten in panic. Jungkook feels his heart twist in reaction. The better voice in him says not to dwell on it, the love drunk idiot in him tells him to fight for it. He wins in the end. 

“Wanna sit on the swings?” he suggests.

“And do what?” 

“I don’t know. Swing? Sober up a little?”

You contemplate for a second, nodding your head in the end. 

You weren’t even aware of how much you needed to sit until you are on the swing, stretching out your legs. You hate heels. They’re the worst shoes ever invented. You swing back and forth slowly, Jungkook does the same. This is still the same swing set you and he played on twenty years ago. The chains still leave this weird metallic smell on your hands and the rusty hinges seem to creak even more these days. You look up at the sky. The stars are so clear without the moon hiding them in her shine. You know this view all too well. In your left vision there are some branches of a maple tree and in the right a electrical pole is peaking at you. The view is familiar to you because twenty years ago, you and Jungkook sat at the same swing in the same order like you do today. 

You dare to glance at him. He is looking at the sky, unaware of your eyes on him. His face is relaxed, his lips slightly parted in awe of the vast universe. His eyes are the darkest brown right now, reflecting the stars. The street lights behind him illuminate the edges of his silhouette, glimmering in parts of his dark hair as well. He is so beautiful when he thinks that no one is looking. 

To think that you subconsciously chose the same swing even after all these years. He broke your heart like this fifteen years ago and now you are back, bonded. Your heart feels heavy. You shouldn’t have hesitated. You don’t know how Jungkook feels about this bond, but you get a feeling that you shouldn’t have hesitated. 

A gust of wind sweeps through the playground and makes you shiver. Your teeth clatter and you wrap your arms around yourself to rub your freezing skin. He looks at you, studying you.

“Are you cold?” he asks. 

“It’s fine. I just wasn’t planning on being outside for so long. I only wanted to catch some air for a bit. I’m kinda drunk.”

Jungkook stands up from his swing.

You watch him, confused.

He shrugs off his suit jacket and closes the distance to put it over your shoulders. It is warmed up from him, instantly stilling your shivers. It also smells like him, making you just a little droopy. He hovers his hands over your shoulders because he doesn’t know if you want his touch, talking in a soft voice. 

“Is this better?” 

“Yeah, thanks”, you whisper, feeling your heart race. 

“Good. Keep it. I’m too hot anyway”, he says and leaves your side to sit down next to you.

He swings back and forth gently, watching some leaves dance on the ground as the wind carries them. Now is the perfect opportunity to talk, but he feels mute. He doesn’t want to fuck it up. Or perhaps he just doesn’t want to get hurt again. 

He dances his eyes over the playground, reminiscing on all the memories he shares with you here. You and he could have been so right and then his father fucked him up. Jungkook forces down the heavy lump in his throat.

“What’s wrong?” 

He looks at you with widened eyes.

“What do you mean?” 

“I’m an omega. I can smell when people around me are upset.”

“Ah. I don’t know. I guess, just thinking of old stuff”, he says and rubs the side of his neck. 

“Yeah. Lots of memories here”, you say and sigh.

Jungkook sees it as his cue to ask you what he had planned to ask you before he witnessed you with your brother instead. 

“Why did you hesitate?”

You almost fall off the swing in shock. Jungkook takes your hand, providing you with support. He feels vast of air when you instinctively squeeze him back and intertwine your fingers deeper. There they are again. Those mixed signals. You say one thing, but do the other. You do another thing, but say the complete opposite. Jungkook can barely take the confusion anymore, repeating his question again. 

“I get it that you were nervous, but it looked like you didn’t want to kiss me at all. Why?”

“I just…”, you pull your hand back, swinging gently to soothe yourself.

Jungkook swings as well, looking at you. 

“All of this is a lot for me. I went from a normal woman to a sex slave by a snatch to an omega marked, to a wife in the span of two weeks. This is a lot to work through.”

“Yeah, when you put it like this, it really is.”

“I didn’t think that our little stunt in the shed would lead to this.”

“Yeah honestly, neither did I. I thought that they would want us to date for a little and that’s it.”

“Yeah”, you agree and glance at him. “I’m scared that you are only doing this because your dad forced you. That’s why I hesitated. I saw the way he looked at me.”

“Don’t think about him. He is old and unhappy. He didn’t force me. Not when I…I dreamt of having you as my wife ever since I’ve known you.”

“What?”

You stop swinging. Jungkook stops as well, turning with the swing to face you.

“I think that’s why I kissed you. The priest wanted to announce that it’s invalid and I panicked and went in. I just needed to know that this wouldn’t be lost forever.”

“Oh my god, you dreamed of bonding with me?” you press out, eyes full of emotions.

“Ever since I’ve known you. Well, you know, ever since I knew what bonding meant. I always wanted it to be with you.”

“Kook…”

He rests his head against the metal chain, reaching his hands out for you. You turn with your swing and take his hands, feeling your pulse in your neck because of how high he raises it. His thumbs draw hearts on your skin, his eyes are so soft.

“Yeah, I guess it’s out there now”, he says, laughing softly.

“It is”, you whisper and squeeze his hands.

Jungkook squeezes them right back, smiling with his eyes before it washes over his lips as well. 

“I can’t believe you’re telling me this on the same swing set you best friend broke up with me when we were twelve.” 

He laughs, lifting his brows for it. It’s such a cute laugh, making you laugh with him. 

“Correction, where I was forced to best friend break up with you ‘cause my dad is a control freak.” 

“Right. I’m sorry that your dad sucks.” 

"Yeah, I guess I got used to it. He’s my dad, that’s how he is.” 

“I’m still sorry.”

“Thanks.” Jungkook says and lets go of your hands to twirl back to the front. He takes a deep breath and stands up.

“Where are you going?”

“If I remember correctly, you always loved the swing the most.” 

“I did, but what’s that got to do with anything?”

He walks behind you and puts his hands on the chain of the swing. 

“Hold on tight.” 

“Huh? Oh!” 

He pushes you, making you swing back and forth. You squeal, having to laugh afterwards. Jungkook snickers with you, pushing you a second time to make you swing higher. Your shared laughter dances through the playground and in this short moment in life’s series of moments, you and he feel like kids again. There are no responsibilities lingering in the back of your heads, no fears of the future, no stresses of past days nor dreams ruined by reality. You and he are twelve again, using the swings after a long day of playing adventurers in the forests. The stars shine brighter and the wind doesn’t feel that cold anymore. You are alive again, flying to the very stars with each push Jungkook gives you. 

“Not too high please, I’ll get scared”, you squeal, feeling tears of laughter run down your cheeks. 

“Don’t worry, I won’t push you too high. I never did, remember?” 

You and he talk as he continues to push you on the swing. 

“If I remember correctly, you sometimes pushed me way too high because you were a gremlin like that.”

“A gremlin? Wow, okay”, he laughs and pushes you extra hard as playful revenge.

“Hey! No, it’s too high!” you squeak, laughing way too much.

Jungkook does it again.

“Kook please! I’m gonna fall, ah!” 

And it happens. Your drunk ass falls off the swing. You squeal, preparing for impact which never comes. Instead he catches you in his strong arms, looking down at you with protective, caring eyes.

“Are you okay?” he whispers.

“Yeah, thanks”, you whisper, watching his lips move. You giggle, dropping your head on his shoulder, “fuck, I’m too clumsy for this.” 

“Hah, yeah.”

Jungkook noticed that you looked at his lips. For just a second, he wanted to kiss you. In the end, he didn’t. He won’t ever kiss you again without your consent. 

He sets you down gently, holding both your hands against his chest. You look up at him, feeling a little robbed of air. His eyes race between yours as if he trying to build connection between your souls with just one look.

“I promise to be a good husband to you. No harm shall ever come to you through my hands and if I should ever break this promise, it is your right to strike me down. You have my body as protection and my heart to find a home in, ___. You always have and you always will.”

“You keep saying that. Does it mean..?”

“It does. It means that I love you and that I’ll do anything to make you happy.” He exhales shakily. “I know that you don’t feel the same and I’m sorry again that I kissed you. Please, can you forgive-” 

You put your finger on his lips, silencing him. He whimpers a little because of it.

“Can I say something now? Please?” 

“Of course”, he says and steps back, fumbling with his own hands nervously. 

“I’m not mad at you anymore that you kissed me. I, I was planning to kiss you, I was. I just, I saw your dad and he wasn’t howling and then I thought that we’re only in this situation because you had to save me. And I panicked and I was scared that we’d regret it and yeah.” 

He nods his head in understanding, lowering his eyes sadly. You take his hand.

“It meant something to me too.” 

He meets your emotional eyes, feeling emotional himself.

“It meant something to me, maybe not the same as it did to you but it did mean something to me. I wanted to tell you this, but didn’t know how. I get nervous when I’m cornered and I forget my words and then say dumb stuff.”

“I get it. I’m sorry that I cornered you. I guess I have the tendency to be pushy when I’m nervous. I shouldn’t have cornered you, I’m sorry.”

“Yeah well, I should have said something. I liked what we did in the shed and it meant something to me.” You put his hand on your stomach. “You were alive inside me and it was the best feeling I ever experienced.”

Jungkook sighs your name, instinctively drawing closer to you.

“But we also barely know each other as adults. What if we realize that we’re not right as mates once we get to know each other?” 

“I don’t think that will happen. I’m still the same than I was before, just older.” 

“You’re an alpha these days.”

“I am and I’ll use this status to provide for you and to keep you safe. I promise.” 

“Really?” you whisper, looking up at him with those same puppy eyes you had in the shed. 

Jungkook feels weak in the knees. Those eyes are lethal to him.

“Yes, really. All I want is someone to provide for, someone to care for and protect. And for that someone to be you. I just. I wanna keep you safe, ___”, he says.

“Oh”, you let out and exhales shakily.

“Mhm, yeah”, he breathes and brushes the back of his fingers down your temple.

“But”, you begin.

“Yes?”

“But not too much. I don’t want you to get hurt”, you say and trace his upper lip. The cut healed by now, but the memory of how it looked is still in your mind. Jungkook chases your touch, closing his fingers around your wrists. He holds you tenderly, tracing the spots most sensitive with his thumbs. 

“Alright, not too much”, he whispers, smiling softly. 

You share silence, looking at the other. Jungkook is the one to break it. 

“We’ll get to know each other again and it’s gonna be nice. I want to make this work”, he whispers.

“I wanna make it work too. Not for the sake of my safety or anything, but because I wanna love you too.” 

“You do?” 

You nod your head.

Jungkook exhales shakily, closing the distance for a kiss. He stops just a breath away.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks.

You give him your answer by erasing the remaining distance, connecting your lips with his’. His knees buckle, his arms instantly fall around you to hold you close. The world around you seems non-existent as your lips are lost in the kind of kiss a bonded couple should exchange. It is epic. Jungkook feels so alive. He knows that if he tried hard enough, he could touch the stars. 

You feel the same. This kiss is your reminder that whatever you and he have is out of your control. It is a bond made by fate, formed under a new moon. This is how you felt in the shed when he was alive inside you. 

Those feelings are heightened because of the alcohol, forcing you closer to him. Which makes him lose control for just a second, ending in you pressed up against the swing set post and with his hand on your lower back. 

It knocks out a soft moan from you. Jungkook answers it in a deep purr, sliding his right hand to your cheek to tilt your head higher. He sucks on your lower lip, ending it with a gentle bite.

The effect is instant for you. Slick begins to gather between your legs, your head gets droopy and everything inside you screams at you to give yourself to him.

Breathing shakily, you break the kiss. He stays close, gazing at you with half-lidded eyes and parted lips.

“Oh my god”, you whisper, tracing your own lips. They’re tingling from what he did.

“Yeah. Right?” he agrees, scrunching his nose and stubbing your temple with his forehead in a gesture of adoration. “Who’d have known that we’d kiss like this here”, he says, gazing at you.

Your eyes soften in submission. Jungkook feels drawn to you beyond repair.

“Keep looking at me with those eyes and we won’t reach home tonight”, he rasps, touching your waist as he basically undresses you with his eyes. “I’d take you right here and now. Make you feel so good that you see new constellations.”

Drunk you cannot handle talk like this, breaking into giddy giggles and hiding away in his chest. 

“Are you laughing at me?” he gasps.

“No, oh god no. It’s just, nobody ever talked to me like this before”, you explain yourself between giggles, nuzzling closer.

Jungkook chuckles, rubbing your back. 

“Get used to it. I realised that I’m kinda outta control when it comes to you. Maybe it’s the alpha gen.”

“Maybe”, you look up at him with pretty puppy eyes, arms wrapped around his waist and chin resting against his chest. 

He stubs your nose with his own, hands groping your butt possessively. 

“Stop looking at me.”

“It’s hard. When you touch me, I also lose control. I think it’s the omega gen.”

“Maybe. Or maybe you’re just a lightweight.”

“Hah! So you’re saying I’m just drunk?”

“Basically, yeah.”

You snicker, Jungkook grins.

“Come on, let’s go home before I actually do something indecent to you.”

You gladly let him hold your hand now that his kiss triggered your affectionate instincts, following him in happy steps.

Your walk home ends at Jungkook’s house. Two stories high and with a big garden surrounding it, it was one of the more luxurious houses in town. 

“This is where we’ll live?” 

“If you want to. I figured, you know, given how you still live with your parents and I’m living alone, we could use my place. It’s totally fine if you don’t want to.”

“No, it’s okay.” 

“Yes? Great then we can get your stuff in the coming days. But for now, let me do this right”, he says and swoops you off your feet.

“Ah”, you let out, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly. “What are you doing?” 

“Carrying you over the threshold. Why?” 

“Nothing, it’s so”, you stop talking to giggle instead, nuzzling your nose against his cheek. “It’s so cheesy.”

Jungkook chuckles, heart racing in his chest. He kicks the door closed behind him and does a twirl in the middle of his hallway. 

“Wait! I’m too drunk for this! Eeek”, you squeak, hiding away in his neck. “Please stop, I’m too dizzy.”

Luckily for you, Jungkook listens. He stops and sets you down, holding you close as you sway. 

“This wasn’t funny. Oh god, I’m dizzy”, you laugh, dropping your forehead against his chest. He rests his cheek against your head, talking in a chuckle.

“See? Told you. Total lightweight.”

“I’m not a lightweight. You’re just a gremlin”, you say and shove at his chest. He laughs, holding your hands.

“You’re adorable. Come, dance with me”, he says, placing your left hand on his neck and holding the other.

“Dance? Right now?”

“Yeah. Just you and I. We’ll do it right this time.”

“But I’m dizzy.” You step on his foot, making him groan. “And I have two left feet when drunk. Sorry, are you okay?”

“I’m okay. I’m more than okay”, he says, smiling at you as your bodies move to silent melodies.

“Sorry.” 

“It’s fine, baby. Just look at me”, he whispers, right hand on your lower back. It is so warm. 

You look up at him. The pull is magnetic and fucking electric. You are so attracted to him. He has you feeling drunker than any amount of alcohol ever could. You are so fuzzy inside because of all the laughing you have been doing. 

“You have the most beautiful eyes ever”, Jungkook whispers, raising your pulse with it.

“Kook, I”, you begin, eyes flitting to his lips. Merely seeing the shape of them is enough to reignite the flames in your stomach. Dancing becomes a little harder now that you are so excited.

“What’s the matter?” he whispers.

“It’s embarrassing”, you confess with a heated face.

“Tell me.” 

“No, it’s so stupid. I don’t even wanna do it but it just happens.” 

He guides his touch from your lower back to your waist. Gentle and loving but insanely possessive at the same time. “I promise I won’t laugh.”

You hesitate.

“Promise.”

“I’m, uh, there is slick.” 

Jungkook draws closer, making you chase his kiss. 

“Shit. There is?” 

“Yeah”, you whimper.

He lowers his eyes, making you taste the idea of his kiss. It makes you so desperate for him.

“Is this normal for you or….” 

You shake your head, “it never happened before. Not like this. Or that easily. I don’t know, I’m sorry, I can’t stop it.”

“Holy fuck. Baby.”

“It’s so stupid.”

“No, it’s not. Just kiss me.” 

You kiss him. At least you try to because before your lips can touch, you step on his toes again. Vigorously.

“Ouch, hey”, he gasps, flinching back.

“Sorry! Oh my god, sorry. Are you okay?" 

“Ah fuck”, he laughs, “yeah, I’m okay. You’re a terrible dancer.”

“Hey”, you pout. 

He chuckles and pecks your cheek.

“I want to show you one thing before we make it official”, he says.

“Show me, please.”

“Follow me. You can leave your shoes by the door.”

Jungkook’s home is somehow exactly how you imagined it to be. It is neat and tidy, but doesn’t really have a lot of character. The rooms are spacious with little furniture filling them. The furniture is modern and there are barely any decorations present. It is the house of someone who doesn’t feel at home in it. The desire to make it cozy and homey for him becomes stronger and stronger within you. There are already a million ideas swarming your head.

“You’re quiet. Do you not like it here?” Jungkook asks you.

“No, it’s not that. I’m thinking.”

"About what?”

“It’s gonna sound silly.”

“Tell me.”

“I already have so many ideas on how to make it cozier here. Sorry, I know it’s your house and everything.”

Jungkook steps close and cradles your face, making you look up at him.

“And it’s your home. Make it as cozy as you want to”, he speaks softly, eyes warm and caring.

“Really?” 

He nods, kissing your forehead.

“This place never felt like a home to me anyway. It can use the caring touch of an omega.” 

You can’t explain how he makes you feel because you never experienced it before. The best way to describe it is cozy and safe. You want to curl up close to him and be yourself with him. This is how he makes you feel. As if you are allowed to be your truest You. 

“Speaking of cozy omegas, we’re here.”

“Here where?”

“My surprise for you. I worked hard on it these past few days.”

He opens the door for you, allowing you view of one of the coziest rooms you have ever seen. It is filled with soft surfaces to lie on. A bed, a big sofa, some bean bags, a window bench. Curtains frame the window and the bed. The floor is covered in soft rugs. There are pillows to sink into on every surface and he installed fairy lights on the wall and the bed frame. 

“What’s this?” you gasp.

“It’s your nest.” 

You look at him. He is clearly nervous, smelling of it as well.

“I’m still new to the entire omega heat thing. I know that they’re a thing, obviously, and I know that you like to get cozy for them. I looked up nest inspirations online. It told me that you like lots of pillows and blankets and that I should make it cozy and warm. You can totally change everything in this room, of course.” He touches the side of his neck. “I just thought that I’d try to make it comfortable for you. At least maybe? I don’t know, I just wanna make it nice for you.” 

Your lower lip trembles.

“Fuck, I’m sorry. I didn’t wanna make you cry. Is it that bad? I’m sorry, I suck at interior design.”

You shake your head and fall around his neck, “thank you.” 

Jungkook closes his arms around you, nuzzling his nose into your neck. You smell of happiness right now. 

“Does this mean you like it?” he asks.

“I love it so much. I never had a nest before. I’m so happy.” 

“You are?”

“Yes, so much.”

You step back, giving him a smile. Jungkook retorts it. You giggle and turn so you can hurry through the room.

Jungkook watches you, enjoying the droopy feelings in his chest. The longer you are in the room and the more details you spot, the stronger your scent of happiness gets. It almost fills up the entire room by now, making him feel so warm and complete. He feels at home in his house for the very first time.

“This is so cozy, oh my god. So soft, wow. I love this colour, holy moly. Wow. So cozy. Wow”, you gush and gasp as you inspect everything and anything. 

You end up dropping into one of the beanbags, nuzzling into it as deep as possible while you purr in contentment. 

Jungkook feels his knees buckle. He got you to purr. Holy fuck, he was seriously placed on this earth to treat you right. 

He closes the distance between you and him, kneeling down in front of you. He comes closer, putting his weight on his elbow which he rests on the beanbag above your head. He leans down to kiss your cheek. 

You stop your nuzzling, gasping quietly as his sudden closeness surprises you. You look up and can’t look away again.

“You’re the most beautiful bride I have ever seen”, he whispers, cradling your cheek with his other hand.

“Oh”, you let out, feeling dizzy. 

“No wonder I had to kiss you.” He furrows his brows. “I know I shouldn’t have done this and I’m sorry.” 

“I’m not angry anymore. You built me a nest”, you tear up, “Jungkook, please give me my bonding night. I want to be with you.”

“Really? Are you sure?”

“So sure, please. I can’t take it anymore.” You shiver. “I keep producing slick and I’m so cold without you and, and I wanna feel that good again. Like we did in the shed. I, I wanna feel like this again. Please.”

Jungkook closes his fist on the beanbag, trying to keep himself at bay. His instincts threaten to kick in when you beg like this.

“Do you want it here?”

“Yes, please.”

“And you know what I’ll do to you? What might happen again?”

You deepen the lethalness of your puppy eyes, taking his hand to put it over your stomach. You whisper your words, turning him into puddy.

“I want to feel alive again. Together with you.” 

“Holy fuck, ___”, Jungkook croaks and goes in for a kiss. He growls and stops himself. “I need you to say that you understand. Please, don’t make me do it without hearing it first.”

“Yes, Kook. I know what you’ll do to me. I need you to, please.” 

“Thank you. Oh my god baby, I wanna treat you so right”, he croaks out and finally falls into the kiss. “I’ll never ever force myself onto you again. Never. Fucking never. Holy fuck, baby”, he babbles between kisses, turning you into a weak, turned on mess. “Wanna treat you so right. My baby. Mine.” 

His touch is everywhere at the same time, unable to decide where to find its home. It feels so good. Each spot he touches, tingles and heats up. Whenever he changes spots, it leaves behind shivers and goosebumps before the entire process repeats itself again.

You want to keep kissing him, but soon have to stop because of his touch. You have to gasp for air, you would suffocate otherwise. 

Jungkook, barely holding onto the threat of humanity by now, doesn’t see any problem in being denied your lips. He kisses a path to your neck hungrily. Your aroused smell becomes stronger and stronger the closer he gets to your scent glands. He knows how good it feels when someone kisses his scent spots and he wonders if it is the same for you. 

He kisses the spot on your left side, forcing you to arch your back and gasp loudly. You instinctively grasp his back.

“Do you like this?” he rasps his words, nibbling on the sensitive spot. You smell so good. Jungkook has never felt such an obsession with another’s scent before. He needs it all over his body, melted with his skin so everyone can smell who his heart belongs to. He can’t stop kissing you, picking up more and more of your scent.

“Does this feel good?” he asks again because you were too busy gasping the first time.

“Ye-yeah”, you gasp out, staring at the ceiling in shock. Your fingers twitch and tremble on his back, claws threatening to come out and slice open his shirt. 

What is happening to you? You were kissed on your neck before, but this feels different. This feels lethal, fateful, like it is changing the way you view pleasure. You have never felt so electric before and so close to losing control. 

“You smell so good, I can’t get enough.”

“Wow, oh god, wow…”

Jungkook stays on your left side until he can smell your arousal on his lips. Only then, does he kiss a sloppy path to your right side. He moans when he witnesses you roll your head to the side willingly and he moans again when he goes in to worship your hard working scent spot. And it is working hard. Fucking hell, you smell like pure sex and arousal. Jungkook huffs it up hungrily, biting and licking at the delicious spot. 

All while you stare and gasp and lose control over yourself. The bites feel so good. You want to squirm and moan. Your head is fuzzy, your body so weakened. What is happening? What the fuck is happening to you? You can’t stop producing more slick. You are so hot. Seriously, so fucking hot. Oh god, you can’t think anymore. Anything you can think is how much you need him to fuck you. 

“Seriously, fuck”, Jungkook comes up for air, mouthing at your cheek drunkenly, “you smell so good. I feel high.”

“I wanna be naked”, you croak out, arching your back. You don’t have many thoughts except desire and sex. Being naked is all you crave right now. If you’re naked, Jungkook can potentially bite more parts of you. This is the logic of your fuzzy mind and it is driving you crazy that it isn’t your reality yet.

“Sit up then and let me open your dress.”

You obey gladly, almost dry heaving in desire. Jungkook reaches behind you and opens your dress. He wanted to pull it off slowly to make the moment romantic, but you shrug it off quickly for him. 

He meets your eyes. They are golden and clouded in desire.

“Are you okay with this?” he asks.

“Why not?”

“I never saw you naked before.” 

“Oh.” A little clarity returns to your eyes. “Right.”

He can smell hints of coyness in your scent. And a little bit of nervousness. 

“Wrap your arms around me.”

You obey his order and like this, Jungkook is able to lift you out of your dress and carry you to bed. He lays you down carefully, straddling your lap without sitting down. 

You are below him in nothing but your underwear, feeling small and fragile, but so safe. 

“Do you wanna take it slower?” he suggests.

“No, just nervous that’s all.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle. We can slow down whenever you need to.”

“Okay”, you whisper and make puppy eyes at him, “can you, uhm, can you bite me more?” 

“Yes. Wow this is…hah. Of course”, he lets out, “first, let me match you.” 

He is getting undressed. First his tie, then he opens his buttons. His shirt leaves him first, next his belt and last his slacks. He stays in his briefs, heavy cock straining the fabric as much as he soaks it. 

Now sharing in your state of undress, he leans down, taking your hands to pin them gently. He kisses you, blurring your thoughts into one big mess of arousal and safety. His thumbs caress your hands as he kisses you. Your scent is on his face, forcing even more slick to run out of you. Any sort of nervousness you felt is getting wiped out with each new kiss you share. He tastes so goddamn good. His lips are soft and the piercings on them are so exciting to feel.

The kiss breaks when air is sparse. Jungkook stays close to paint paths of worship down your body. He bites the softest spots and sucks marks of ownership on the firmer spots. And you are in heaven, wishing for him to never stop. Such heavenly feelings are unfamiliar to you. You had people mark you before, but it didn’t feel like this. With Jungkook, you need him to continue. You need to know that every single inch of you is marked by him in one way or the other. Whether it be a bite mark, a kiss spot or his scent, you need it on your body and each time he gives it to you, you leak more slick. It is out of your control, unfamiliar and amazing. So amazing. 

Jungkook is lingering over your sternum right now, hot breath tickling your skin. His strong hands are holding you under your armpits, reminding you that you were owned by the safest lover. 

“I know it’s difficult for you, but please stop me if I go too fast. I can’t stop myself once I let go, so I need you to yell it at me.” 

“Please. Don’t stop. Please, you feel so good”, you sigh, writhing.

“Wow, I….fuck, I want you”, he rasps, having to kiss every inch of you. “I want you. I want you so bad.” 

“Ah…please…don’t stop…”

Jungkook reaches your breasts. They are swollen and plumb from arousal. They aren’t always like this. When you are feeling normal, they also look and feel normal. They are how breasts are supposed to be, sagging from gravity and soft when lying down. Not right now. They stay in place. They are a little bigger, plumber and hot to the touch. They also smell like your arousal. Even through the fabric of your bra. It is so much sweeter and richer than it was on your neck. Jungkook moans like a druggy having found his drug, going in for a taste with an open mouth and way too much tongue. 

“Ah”, you whimper, following it up with a submissive mewl. You are losing control again and it feels so good. Why does everything he does feel so good? It is as if you are a virgin being touched for the very first time, which is insane because you definitely aren’t. 

“Your skin’s so soft and warm. I can’t get enough of you”, he mumbles between his hungry kisses, turning you into puddy. You lost sense of how much more you can still take before you burst. 

His masculine, possessive hands hold your breasts, kneading the sensitive flesh desperately. His spit soaks the fabric of your bra, leaving behind spots of coldness whenever he moves on to a new spot.

It happens again. You experience sensations you have never felt before. People played with your tits before, you played with them as well but it never felt like this. It never felt so otherworldly. They are so swollen. You can’t breathe because there is so much pressure building up behind your nipples. You throw your hand over your mouth to muffle the overwhelmed sob, twisting the sheets with your other hand. It hurts. The pressure really hurts not to be taken care of.

Jungkook doesn’t seem to hear your panicked whimper because he doesn’t slow down in his feast. 

“Your scent, I’m so high. It’s insane, holy fuck, so good…” 

It gets too much for you. The pressure hurts so much. You’re scared. What is happening to you? 

Jungkook squeezes your breasts and bites down gently. The pressure bursts. You wail, arching your back as warmth trickles out of your nipples, soaking your bra. 

The sweet scent of it hits his nose instantly. He tenses up and shudders, cock threatening to burst through his briefs.

“What the-”

Jungkook’s instincts tell him to rip your bra off and lick up the sweet scent, but he forces himself to be stronger than them. It is you who lies below him in such a vulnerable state. If he took advantage of that, he would never forgive himself. 

“Jungkook, help me. Please. I’m scared”, you beg him in a quivering voice. 

“Try to focus on me. Focus baby, right here”, he tells you, cradling your cheeks.

Your eyes search aimlessly for a moment, but soon find their home in his gaze. 

“Koo”, you whimper, grabbing his wrists, “I’m scared. What is happening to me?”

“I don’t know. It never happened to me before. My instincts tell me to clean it for you, but I don’t know if you want this.”

“Please, it hurts. Just make it stop, please.” 

“Are you sure?” 

“Yes, please”, you sob. 

“Sit up.”

You barely manage to obey. Jungkook supports you, using his other hand to open your bra and tug it off of you. He throws it to the side, helping you lie down again. 

Your breasts, normally victims to gravity, stay plumb and perky as you lie down. It is yet another proof that whatever he is doing to you is working beyond comprehension.

“Holy fuck, ___, your tits”, Jungkook gets out, gawking at them in total awe. They are seriously so swollen, your nipples are so hard and they seem to keep leaking pearlescent liquid. “You’re so beautiful, but holy fuck they’re so swollen. Baby, wow.,”

“I don’t know what’s happening. They’re so… so…there’s so much pressure.”

“I can’t. Oh god.”

If only you and he knew that this is happening to you because he stimulated your scent glands. If only you knew that simulation of said glands only works this well with your true mate. You could have a hundred other men play with your tits the same way Jungkook did, but your body would never fall into such helplessness with any of them. Only he will get you to such levels of pleasure. Because it is only his mouth which is destined to taste your sweet pleasure.

You and he are unaware of this fact however, because this is still new to both of you. 

“What, what do you need me to do?” He stutters, salivating.

“I don’t know. Your instincts, I don’t- ah.”

“Right.” His eyes glow golden. “My instincts”, he growls and gives in to the voices. “Stay still, I’ll take care of it.”

He picks up your tits and squeezes them together so your nipples are close to each other. He lowers his dripping mouth to them, taking in your right first but with the intention that your left will follow very soon. 

His instincts tell him to stimulate your nipples with soft bites first until they are throbbing and then change to sucking them. He listens to his instincts, getting you to moan so loudly that his cock throbs painfully.

“Is this working, baby?” he asks, drooling all over your sweet nipples.

“Oh god, yeah”, you croak, arching your back. You twist the sheets, curling your toes. “It doesn’t hurt anymore, Koo thank you…”

“Fuuuck baby, so hot”, he drags out his words until it turns into a growl instead, loving you oh so right.

He bites and bites, licks whenever you sob and bites some more, all while his strong fingers knead your plumpness. And then it happens. You arch your back and wail up as his stimulation finally forces your breasts to tighten and throb. Liquid shoots into his mouth and down his throat. It is the sweetest taste he ever had on his tongue, intoxicating him beyond saving. Jungkook’s eyes roll back, he thinks that for a second he blacks out before he comes back to be totally guided by his instincts. 

He gurgles and moans, sucking the sweet nectar from your right nipple while his fingers play with your left just to keep it ready for him. It is a messy business and whenever he changes sides, he has to lick up the mess he made before he can suck on your nipple. It is not a terrible fate. On the contrary, it’s heaven. For both. Jungkook has never felt this high before while you love his tongue on your body. He is so hot and soft, giving you the perfect contrast to the sharp bites his fangs give you.

“Kook oh god, Kook ah! Ah! A-ah!” 

You spill tears, grabbing your own face to muffle yourself and make sense of what is happening to you. This is life altering. You are in a constant state of genuine orgasmic bliss and it doesn’t want to die down. You can literally feel how Jungkook sucks the liquid out of you, relieving you of the painful pressure as he does it. It helps so much, while at the same time making everything worse.

He might help you with the nectar of your breasts, but your body still keeps producing slick. And it is getting dangerously full inside you. Your panties feel like imprisonment to your cunt. 

You twist a bundle of his hair, sobbing in ecstasy and desperation.

“Koo, I’m scared, it’s so good”, you sob, trembling. 

Your touch motivates him. He is starving for you even though he is currently feasting on you. He seemed to have sucked you dry. No matter how much he bites and sucks, your nipples stay dry. The starvation remains. He needs more of you. 

“More, give me more please”, he orders, growling his words between vigorous sucks.

“I, I can’t. Ah, Kook ah.” 

“Fuck, I can’t stop. You’re so sweet.”

He can’t take a break, he needs more of you. He lets your scent guide him. It gets stronger and stronger, the closer he comes to your cunt. Don’t be mistaken however, it is not your pussy which calls him, but your inner thighs. Your scent glands to be more specific. Working overtime to produce your arousing smell and begging for attention. They are the most sensitive of your scent spots, but you don’t know that yet. You had men kiss you there before, but none of them were Jungkook. None were your mate. 

Jungkook shoves your legs open and buries his face in your right thigh with a growl. His fingers dimple your softness, his fangs tickle your skin. Not long and he bites you. 

Your entire body reacts to it. You tense and flinch as if he shocked you, letting out a howl of surprise. Your empty cunt aches, craving nothing more than him.

Jungkook lifts his head, eyes droopy and drugged and lips still glossy from your tits.

“Is like a drug. You is like a drug”, he lulls his words and drops his face back in your thigh. Your left one for a change. He kisses and licks it, grabbing your waist possessively. He holds you with such strength that he even manages to bring it in a little, forcing you to burn in a fire you were never in before.

“I fucking want you, fucking need you, fuck can’t get enough.”

“I’m so hot, I-I’m so hot.”

“So hot, so fucking soft. Fuck, your smell drives me insane.” 

“Oh god, Kook. I’m so hot.” 

The thing about omegas and heats is that it isn’t as common as one might think. Before an omega has reached maturity, heats obviously aren’t a thing. Afterwards, they are manageable when living with other family members. They feel more as if you were bad mooded and grumpy. You managed to sleep them off whenever they happened.

Burning in this unfamiliar fire as Jungkook repeatedly bites your sensitive scent spots makes you realize that perhaps you have never truly experienced a real heat before. Maybe it slumbers in an omega until they are with their true mate. Maybe the grumpy days are just nature’s way of saving the omega of embarrassing moments in front of family.

You can’t explain why you know, but this is it. This is the real deal. Jungkook stimulated your sensitive glands for long enough that he forces you to go into heat. It feels different from anything you have ever experienced, it even feels different from the thing you thought to be your heat when he was with you in the shed. You were wrong back then, this is it. This is the real thing.

And it scares you so much that you beg for him. He comes up when hearing your distraught, cradling your face. He is clearly far away, seeming changed as well. The only thing having forced him away from you is his stronger instinct of keeping you safe. His dark hair is a mess, his eyes are foggy.

“What’s the matter, baby?” he lulls his words. 

“I’m, I’m in heat.”

“What? It can happen like this?”

“When you bit my scent spots, it made me…oh god, please make it stop please.” 

“What, uhm, what do you need?”

“You. Please fuck me. I beg you.”

“Holy fuck, I-” Jungkook stops himself, growling deeply and twisting the pillow above your head, “something’s wrong with me. I’m losing control over myself.”

“Koo”, you croak, touching his chest. He is burning up, muscles swollen and tense. His heart races like crazy, unnaturally fast at that.

“What is happening to me?” he stresses.

“I don’t know.”

If only you and he knew that his accidental efforts of forcing you into heat, forced him into his ruts with you. If only you knew that these are the effects of being with your true mate. If only you knew that the only remedy is sex. But you don’t know and so you and he are fated to stumble through the unknown, still doing the right things because your instincts are stronger than anything else. It is as if your bodies do the talking without you and him having to speak their language yet. It is most certain that you will be fluent in it one day.

“I want to rip your panties off.”

"Please do.” 

Jungkook gives in and does as he wants. He rips your panties off, throwing the thin piece of fabric over his shoulder. He rips off his own briefs next, discarding the fabric. His heavy, thick cock slaps your stomach. He is so big and swollen by now that he can barely stand up despite his hardened nature. His slick pools in your navel and smears all over your skin. 

“Holy fuck, urgh fuck”, he drops his head in your neck, “it hurt so much to keep it in.”

“Kook, you’re so heavy.”

“I know, I’m so hard that I can’t keep it standing. I…” He lifts his head, cradling your cheek. “Say you want me.”

“I want you.” 

Jungkook shifts his hips so his cock probes at your entrance. You whimper and open your legs widely, putting them around his meaty thighs.

“Just the tip”, he whispers.

“What? No”, you get out and pout.

Jungkook chuckles, cradling your cheek.

“You know, like last time.”

“Oh”, a giggle shakes you and makes your face glow.

He chuckles, soaking up the moment of honest happiness like a dried up sponge would water. Each time he hears your laugh, he falls more in love with you.  

“Just the tip when it didn’t mean anything and we shouldn’t have done it.”

Your giggle changes into a sigh of his name. You gaze into his eyes, building soul consuming connection.

“Right?”

“Right.”

Jungkook allows his tip to fill you. Just enough to let you feel that he was finally there with you. You whimper, spilling tears of relief.

Jungkook wipes them, spilling his own tears. He loves you. This is it. The moment it is official that you are mates. And it happens exactly how he always dreamed it would. You under him, looking so vulnerable and safe as he can gaze into your eyes and see your face change in pleasure. 

“This means everything to me”, he croaks out and buries himself inside you to the base. “Ah.” He twists the pillow.

“Oh god. Ah.”

“Too deep? Hurts?”

“No, it’s perfect. I feel, ah, I feel whole.” 

Jungkook moans your name, eyes filling with emotion.

You touch his messy hair, scratching him behind his ear. Jungkook shivers, eyes threatening to roll back. You are stimulating one of his scent spots, forcing him deeper into his ruts.

“Okay. If you. Fuck. This is my scent spot. It feels. Ahm. I, I have to fuck you”, he struggles with his words, cock throbbing inside you as if it had his own pulse. 

Throb. Throb. Throb.

He fills you with more of his slick each time he twitches. It tingles whenever he does.

“Please don’t hold back. Fuck me like you need to, please”, you whimper, shaking in agony. You tickle his scent spot especially good and it’s over for him.

Jungkook’s fingers slip from control. He can’t hold back anymore. He knows that you can take it. 

He pulls out only to slam into you again in a deep, passionate rhythm. In and out. In and out. It is endless and harsh and feels so fucking good.  

Your eyes instantly roll back and stay there. Your fingers dimple the nape of his neck as you clutch him for dear life. Jungkook himself can’t keep his eyes focused, gazing at you through a veil of blurriness.

“Is this good for you?” he gets out through gritted teeth.

“Good”, you wail, writhing in ecstasy.

“Fuck, I’m fucking high on you.”

He thought that he knew the feeling of your cunt but this is different. This actually forces him to listen to nothing but his instincts. He thought that he was out of control in the shed, but he wasn’t. This is it. You are so hot around him, so soft and you are filled with slick to the very brim. It is Jungkook’s task to fuck it out of you in heavy, strong thrusts, making a mess of your bodies and the sheets in the process. He isn’t aware of it yet but this gives you so much relief. You were bursting inside and now it is finally leaving you. There is no muscle in your body which isn’t currently puddy. Everything you exist for right now is to be fucked by him. There is no other sensation to you than that of his thick cock reshaping your insides. 

“Baby, this is a lot. Holy fuck, this is argh”, Jungkook gets out, scrunching his face in anger. He wants to go deeper, but he can’t. It pisses him off, makes him want to break shit. He knows it’s this stupid position. Fucking good for nothing. Who thinks of something that unfavourable? (Jungkook will think back to this moment once he is clear in his head and wonder why he hated missionary so much.) But he hates it right now. He can’t even see himself inside you, his base is barely inside. 

“More, I need more”, he growls and pulls out.

“No please, please it hurts please”, you instantly beg.

“Patient, I’m rearranging you.” 

Jungkook takes your legs and guides them into a better position. You let him reshape you. This is what your body currently exists for and wants. It needs someone as strong and dominant as Jungkook to bend it to his will. Each second where he handles you feels like heaven. 

He puts your legs over his shoulders.

“Hands.”

You obey, giving them to him. He puts them on your own thighs, squeezing them against the back of them.

“Hold them for me there. I want you to feel yourself shake.”

“Yes”, you whimper. 

“Good omega. What a perfect thing you are”, he lulls and slides his hands to your ankles. He picks them off his shoulders and lifts them up. Like this, he opens you for him. Your butt is lifted off the sheets, your cunt instantly gushes out masses of slick. 

“I can’t keep it in”, you confess.

“It’s good, baby. You don’t have to. Relax”, Jungkook assures you in a hungry whisper, eyes a deep gold and mesmerised by you. He moves his hips close and buries his heavy cock back in you. 

You mewl, curling your toes. Slick drips onto the sheets as it makes space for his girthy length, you feel whole again. 

“There we go, fuck”, Jungkook growls and bottoms out. He stays there for nothing but a second before he pulls out again to pick up a punishing rhythm. 

It feels so good that your eyes roll back and you resort to moaning and wailing for him. Jungkook moans with you each time he is deep inside you. This finally scratches the itch. This is finally as deep as he can go. He can finally see himself inside you. Finally he can see how his thick cock reshapes your swollen cunt. He is so big and you take him so easily, moving and trembling around him as he repeatedly pounds you stupid. If you keep this up, he might get pussy drunk.

“I can’t take this. You’re so pretty. Is it good for you?” 

“Yes. More, please.” 

“You’re so perfect. Holy fuck”, he growls and throws your legs over his shoulders to hold your hips instead and pull you onto his cock each time he thrusts into you. You are tighter like this, jerking off his fat cock.

Your voice pitches and rises in volume. You were never fucked like this before. Your needs were never ever getting satisfied like this before. It is changing you and Jungkook makes it even better by taking your clit between his fingers to massage her. She is so swollen and big that he can jerk her off just a little, making you howl. Your hands drop from your thighs just so you can rip the sheets in your attempt to twist them.

You can’t take it. He makes you climax. It is so intense and fulfilling that your sensitive breasts leak again. You howl his name as it happens.

The scent of your sweet breasts and your pretty face sets off Jungkook.

“I have to. It happens”, he gets out and throws his head back. He moans loudly, falling victim to his orgasm. His toes curl for it, his tones stomach flinches.

And because you are currently in heat, existing for nothing but him, his seed sets you off again. It brings you back into this uncontrollable, intense state of bliss you experienced for the first time in the shed. It should be familiar to you by now, but it is not. 

You cry and sob, knowing that you won’t be able to stop orgasming for as long as your body needs to. 

Jungkook knots instantly, cursing so graphically that he is surprised himself. 

“Baby, I can’t stop. I can’t, I’m sorry”, he chants panickedly, unable to stop his hips from rutting into you. It forces his knot to keep leaving you and then popping back inside. The stimulation is unlike anything he has ever felt before, making his toes cramp from curling them so harshly and his hips become even more violent. 

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, it feels so good. Stop me, I can’t stop it”, he apologises because you cry so much. He wants to stop hurting you but he can’t. His hips rut against his will. 

“Don’t stop please. It feels so good”, you release him of his guilt, clenching down on him as he drills his knot back into you.

“What? You’re in no pain?”

“No pain. Oh god Koo, I’m cumming again…Ah!” You have to wail, squirting around his thick knot as he buries it inside you over and over again. 

“Ah! This is the best sex I ever had, oh god”, Jungkook moans, arching his back.

The knot fucking burns so deep in such a good way. You are so empty without him, the breach is so intense and once he is inside again everything is well. Your pussy sounds so wet, squelching around his knot sinfully. This is seriously the best sex he ever had.

“It’s so good, I’m so high”, he growls, following your orgasm with his own. It is so unbearable to keep moving but his hips have a mind of their own. They keep rutting and fucking even through Jungkook’s shakes. “I can’t stop this. Holy fuck, urggghh.“

If you knew that your little stunt in the shed would lead to having your guts knot fucked by none other than Jeon Jungkook, you would have agreed to this bond sooner. Yup, we have reached the point of total acceptance of your situation. Fuck that his father didn’t howl. Fuck that you only married Jungkook because you were forced to. Fuck that this wasn’t meant to happen. This right now is everything which counts. It is making this entire situation right. It was meant to happen.

“Jungkook, I can’t stop”, you sob, grabbing for him helplessly.

“I know. I can’t either”, he gets out, holding your hands and pinning them above your head. Like this he is lying himself down on you, folding your willing body in half and burying his knotted cock so deep inside you that you feel him against your cervix. In your state, lost in heat and his seed, it is the highest level of pleasure he can give you. And you thank him with loud cries and your claws digging into his hands against their will. 

His own claws come out to play. He angles his hands so they wouldn’t hurt you. Like this, your hands are under his’, shaking and twitching as he brings you over one edge after the other.

“I can’t stop. Jungkook please help me”, you wail.

“You’re safe. I’m here. Baby, I’m here”, he soothes you and shakes as he manages to bury his knot in you again. You are getting tighter and tighter and his knot more and more sensitive. “Urgh, baby you’re making me- ah!” 

He loses control, pumping your belly full of his hot cum. Now that he is pressed against your cervix, his seed pushes its way right past it, giving you the feeling of being alive you so dearly craved. Of course it sets you off again, of course you cry as if you never had an orgasm before and experience it for the first time. Of course it sets him off again. Of course all of this is happening. It was meant to happen. Of course it was. 

And as you cry and sob in relief and bliss, Jungkook can barely stop his claws from hurting you. He grew in size and strength. Your small, fragile body is in danger of being crushed under him. 

He does what he needs to do. Jungkook grips the headboard, growling like a rabid animal. You are so stretched out, so lose around his knot. And so wet. He can’t stop fucking you with his creamy knot. It feels so good to have you struggle for a second but then take him happily. It feels even better because you moan with such ecstasy each time he drills it back into you.

Jungkook growls and grips the headboard tighter. And tighter. And tighter with each heavy thrust. With each of your moans. Tighter and tighter until suddenly it cracks loudly, breaking into two right under his hand. The bed gives up, forcing you to sink a good ten centimetres. 

“What?” You squeak out, looking around you disoriented. 

“Doesn’t matter. Look at me”, he dismisses it, cradling your cheek tenderly. One might never know that seconds ago he broke the bed with the same hand. “Look at me, only look at me.”

You look at him and fall back into the pleasure, having to orgasm instantly at the sight of him.

You wail for him, watching with blurry eyes as he orgasms as well.

His seed hits you in the deepest parts of you. He fucked you so sensitive that you can feel his thick vein pump it out of him. His knot trembles as it happens, bringing you to your blissed limits.

“Again.”

“Me too. If you- I- me too.”

His hips freeze as he is deep inside you. Your walls tighten and force his knot to stay inside you. He can’t move. It is happening to you as his seed drugs you, his knot does the rest. You can’t stop climaxing. It is finally happening. 

Jungkook whimpers helplessly, dropping your legs and collapsing into you. Your limbs close around him, his own do the same with you. He is on top of you, but gravity forces him to fall to his side and take you with him. You are stuck together, shaking and flinching as your bodies are trapped in the most addicting state of being. You orgasm which sets him off, which sets you off and so on. You should know the drill, but it doesn’t get easier to bear. You drool and sob and moan, holding each other so close that you almost melt together.

Jungkook cries out as an especially strong high hits him, writhing helplessly which ends in your position changed. He is on his back, you serve as his warmest blanket. He hugs you so strongly, knotted cock shaking inside your tight walls. You drool all over his strong chest, feeling far away because you are so close to his scent glands. He smells like sex and ecstasy but also like safety. 

It feels more intense than last time. This kind of knotting orgasm isn’t just sexual, it is also emotional. You want to be close and you are and it is ecstasy. There is enlightenment that what is happening to you only happens because you are with your true mate and this enlightenment makes the orgasms only this much more intense.

The sun is starting to rise once you and he finally come down. You are fucked raw and sore by now, crying into the crook of his neck. 

“Holy fuck baby, urgh. I can’t do it again. I’m cramping”, he says, “sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’m sore. Kook please I’m scared.”

“Don’t be, I’m here. Baby, my love. I can’t believe we did that”, he instantly falls into a love drunk, sappy state. He hugs you so tightly, feeling up your knotted pussy gently to soothe her. 

“I don’t wanna be on top, please”, you beg, shivering.

“You’re safe, princess. I’m here”, Jungkook says and changes positions for you. Somehow in a mixture of his strength and your refusal to give up his knot, you and he end up in flipped positions. He is still inside you, keeping you bred and warm. All while he gives you warmth through his body, adoring you right with kisses all over your face and neck. 

“I’m so proud. I’m so fucking proud. Holy fuck, I feel high. You did do well. Oh my pretty princess. My baby love”, he whispers between his loving kisses, hands caressing your sweaty, sore skin gently. 

This is instinct as much as it is his heart’s desire. He wants to soothe you, adore you, bring you down gently after lifting you so fucking high. He isn’t aware of how important this is to you. You feel so vulnerable and emotionally sensitive. It would be the same thing if someone decided to start open heart surgery on your aware self. This is how vulnerable you feel and it is Jungkook who makes it okay. It is Jungkook who calms you down and reminds you that you are allowed to be sensitive because he is there to protect you.

“I can’t comprehend this. I feel high. Wow baby, wow. How do you feel?” he babbles.

“Vulnerable.”

“Oh baby, I know. I’m here. Your Kook is here”, he assures you, nuzzling his nose against your scent spot. He hopes that if he nuzzles it long enough, he can spread some of his relaxing scent on you.

It works. Of course it does because your bodies need no instructions to communicate. It is natural and right and makes you and him feel fuzzy. 

You sigh. Jungkook smells the relief against your neck. He kisses a path to your face. Your glassy eyes await him,  eagerly building connection once they can. 

“Thank you”, you whisper.

“No, I have to thank you. This was the best bonding night ever.”

“No, thank you”, you insist, spilling tears 

Jungkook wipes them, knowing that you want to tell him something.

“For what, princess?” 

“For, for making me feel like this. I, I was never in heat like this. I didn’t know that I could and it makes me feel really vulnerable. But you’re so gentle with me and it’s so nice.”

His eyes soften. He whispers your name adoringly and kisses your forehead.

“I feel the same. This was my first rut ever. I didn’t think that it would be so intense.”

“Kook, I’m scared. I don’t know what this means.”

“Don’t be scared, I’m here.” He kisses your nose, stubbing you with his own afterwards. “We can ask someone about it, but all I know for now is that I don’t wanna fucking stop having you close.” 

“Yeah, me too.” 

He kisses your lips, making your heart race and feel at home. He breaks the kiss gently, giving you the fondest and warmest smile ever.

“I’m so proud of you. You did so well, my princess baby.”

“Oh wow”, you get out, having to giggle. 

Jungkook giggles with you, smiling as he steals a cheeky kiss. Afterwards he sits up. He is still connected with you by your middles, making you gasp and shiver.

“Sorry, I shifted. Are you okay?”

“Yes, oh god. What is happening to me? I feel so comfortable.”

Jungkook smiles, caressing your sides. He can’t stop looking at you. Your breasts are normal again, natural victims to gravity and so soft. They are still messy and wet from what happened before but nothing new leaves you. Your belly is bloated from his seed and covered in a layer of sweat. No wonder you sweat so much, you were burning up. Jungkook dances his palms over your bloated stomach, furrowing his brows in emotion. 

“So alive”, he whispers.

“So alive”, you sigh, placing your hand over his’. 

“___”, he says and meets yours eyes. 

“Yes?” 

“You’re so fucking beautiful. I didn’t get to say it as we were doing it because I was dumb in pleasure, but you are so beautiful.”

“You think so?” 

“I do. I can’t believe that you’re real and, and that you allow me to see you naked. I just”, he exhales shakily. “I’m just so happy”, he chokes out, throwing his hand over his eyes to hide his tears. 

“Kook, don’t cry”, you gasp and pull him down to you. He falls to his elbows, allowing you to hold his hands above your head. 

He is pouting and sniffling. You give him a  smile.

“Don’t cry.”

“They’re happy tears. We’re bonded, I’m so happy”, he says and smiles through his pretty tears. 

Your smile grows, you squeeze his hands. He was right when he said that you and he will get to know each and that it will be nice. You can feel it. You are right for each other. You are so right. 

You put your legs around him and push him deeper again. 

“Oh”, he gasps, squeezing your hands, “wo-oah this felt really intense”, his voice quivers as he speaks.

“It does”, you agree, rolling your hips up.

Jungkook gasps, “what are you doing?” 

“I want more of you.”

“Really? Baby, you’re sore. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Please. Be gentle. Please make love to me, Kook baby.” 

Jungkook spills tears, whimpering your name. This is everything he ever wanted. He pulls out of your sensitive warmth to thrust into you. 

Crack! 

You and he scream in shock as the bed finally gives up completely and comes crashing down onto the ground. Jungkook keeps you safe with his arms around you and your head cradled against his chest. 

You and he share a moment of shocked and disoriented silence before you break it.

“Oh my god”, you let out, breaking into loud, honest cackles. Jungkook looks at you, having to break into laughter as well.

“Did we just get cock blocked by the bed?” 

“I think so. It might be my fault. I kinda broke it when I fucked you with my knot. Sorry.”

“Oh god, Kook.”

You laugh oh so loudly, throwing your head back for it. 

Jungkook has to almost squeak as he laughs with you, heart bursting in his chest. 

“This is so funny. Oh my god.” 

“Yeah, it’s hilarious”, he agrees and goes in for a surprise kiss. 

Your laugh cuts off, a gasp replaces it. Your eyes fall closed and your hands bury themselves in his soft hair. This kiss is emotional and it is deep. It has meaning. It is happy and filled with love. Jungkook lets you experience it to its fullest, ending it with a stub of his nose and a smile. 

“I promise to fix it. I’ll add steel in the frame.”

“So you think we’ll break it again otherwise?” 

“Yeah.” He laughs breathily, nodding his head. “If this is how it feels to be with you during stimulation induced heat, imagine how it will be once it’s your natural heat.”

You gulp, gazing at him dreamily. The rising sun shines on his face, making his skin glow golden. 

“Koo, I think you need to heat proof this entire room”, you whisper, making him chuckle and nod his head.

“I will. I’ll make it safe and cozy. Shit baby, I can’t stop saying it. You’re so beautiful. The sun is shining on you and you’re so beautiful.”

You feel your cheeks heat up, looking at him shyly 

“You’re beautiful too”, you whisper, making him blush. 

“Wow, thanks”, he mumbles, scrunching his nose. He does a little shift to be closer to you. The bed croaks and punishes him for it by making the headboard drop. He catches it before it can fall on top of you

“Piece of shit bed.”

“Oh god”, you laugh “I think we need to take care of this mess first and then continue.”

“Yeah shit, I think you’re right. The bed’s out to get us.” 

You laugh and snicker, kicking your feet happily. He chuckles and shoves the headboard to the side. 

“Come on, let’s take a shower”, he says and picks you up.

You nuzzle into him, feeling beyond safe.

“Do you have snacks too? I haven’t eaten since yesterday morning.”

“Of course. You know what? First fact about me? I’m actually a really great cook.”

“You are?” 

“Mhm, I’m also a total foodie. So if you wanna bribe me into snuggles, get me food and I’ll be the cuddliest boy ever.”

You snicker. It makes your heart flutter when he talks cute with you.

“Do you like food?” he asks.

“Yeah, I like food. It’s comfort.”

“Yeah, right. Do you like cooking together?” 

“I never did it before.”

Jungkook holds you closer.

“Then I know what we’ll do. Shower and cook and I get to give you kisses. And later when you’re not sore anymore, I’ll make that gentle love to you. If you want me to.” 

“Yeah, I want you to. This sounds so nice. Koo?”

“Yes, love?” 

“It’s gonna be so easy for me to fall in love with you.”

“Wow, you. Urgh, you drive me crazy you”, he gets out through gritted teeth and presses you against the next best wall to attack your face and neck with tingling kisses.

You squeal his name, having to laugh in giddiness. It will not be the last time that you laugh because of him.

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holy mother of christ this is an actual masterpiece i can't do it any longer

In the Margins (M) - Chapter 4 - Fall

Word Count: 13,338

Pairings: Yoongi x Reader

Genres: Writer AU / Writer!Yoongi / Editor!You / Editor!Reader / New Relationship / Fluff / Smut / Angst / Humor / Songfic (takes inspiration from Dear My Friend by Agust D)

Rating: 18+ / Explicit / Mature

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Author’s Note: Three additional influences for this particular chapter are things that I hold dear. The first is Mad Girl’s Love Song by Sylvia Plath. The second is Yoongi’s own take on BTS’s work. The third is A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning by John Donne.

But this is it, y’all. This story means so much to me. This is the first complete BTS fic I’ve written, and the first fiction work I’ve completed in a decade. It encapsulates everything that BTS and Yoongi and August D and ARMY have reminded me to prioritize: self-acceptance, self-love, openness to life no matter how painful it can be at times, and the resulting joy of finding others to connect with. We were born to be real. Not perfect.

Also, I wholeheartedly fell in love with this Writer!Yoongi (and the real Yoongi, who I suspect is a stronger bias-wrecker than I initially acknowledged). I am going to miss spending copious amounts of time wondering what Writer!Yoongi is thinking and feeling. So much so that I kept putting off writing this chapter, and then kept adding to it. It’s much longer than the others, and a lot of things happen, but I hope you enjoy this last thrill, and that this version of Yoongi continues to live on with you somehow.

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lost & found | jeon jungkook

summary:your college years have never been something you dwelled on for too long. you didn’t want to think of all the chances you lost and that’s why when the guy you had a crush on moves back to town, you try not to let it affect you again. but then he brings up old memories that didn’t go the way you thought they had and you’re thrown for a loop. you’re stuck between finding something new with him and falling back into old habits of never standing up for yourself. it probably doesn’t help that he dated your best friend, where everything seemed to go wrong.

➣ genre/au: jungkook x reader [she/her, female anatomy], mid-20’s friendships. what kind of au is this? smut, plot

➣18.7k words

warnings: heavy plot. smut. a little bit of angst if you squint. tae is oc defender. shy oc. jk is an old college classmate. oc and jk got complicated, misunderstood history :(. oc is kinda insecure? bathroom sex. teasing. foreplay [f and m receiving]. very neeeedddy, long time waited sex.. unprotected. jk fucks oc on the counter, on the door. jk is tatted up but not in his college days. heavy makeout. breast play. fingering. dirty talk. oc goes down on jk as a thx 🤧 jk dated oc’s bestie but there’s HISTORY. oc’s bestie is the real villain im sorry. took advantage of two insecure college kids >:( love lost, love found vibes. just read I swear it’s not that bad 😭 no cheating. FRIEND BREAK UPS. oc gets confident toward the end

song inspo: bff — jesse

As you settle into adulthood, you learn a few things about friendships. There tends to be a slight divide between those you’ve known since you were young and those you’ve collected over the years. Some might value the friendships they’ve held longer more than those that are more recent but for others, what matters is the trust that comes with friendship no matter with whom it might be with. You’re somewhere in between, you think.

You have people like Taehyung who you’ve only recently started to get to know and have had a chance to grow close with. He doesn’t know everything about you yet but he doesn’t need to, he seems to understand enough now to be an important person in your current life. He’s the kind of friend you're thankful you’ve met on some random occasion.

Then you have someone like your best friend, Miyoung. You’re not sure the last time you had ever been truly without her at your side. From your earlier school years to college, to now when you’re both settled into what would essentially be your careers and private lives. She’s… she's special to you in a way that you're not sure you could ever find in someone else—or at least that’s what she says?

There hasn’t been a time where it wasn’t the two of you practically glued together at the hip and you credit her for her outgoing nature that always seemed to balance with your more introverted demeanor. Of course it didn't mean you couldn’t make friends without her [take Taehyung for example] but she’s always seemed to gravitate people toward you with her energy. That’s why you're not at all surprised by tonight’s events and how everyone seemed surprised that you came alone.

”Honestly, I’m happy you made it, it feels like we haven’t seen each other in so long,” Your friend, Hoseok, pointed out as he led you to the private area of the lounge bar where it seemed like a reunion was taking place, “When Miyoung said she wasn’t going to make it, I thought you probably weren’t going to show up and—“

”Is that what you would have preferred?” You asked with a teasing smile as he began to stumble over his words, attempting to backtrack.

“What? Y/n, don’t you know I’ve been desperately enamored by you since your first year? Don’t make such crass comments,” He joked back, helping you out of your coat as you grew closer to the room filled with loud chatter. He led you with hands on your shoulders and said, “And between us, I’m a little happy she didn’t come. I wasn’t really in the mood for this to turn into a Battle of the Exes fighting ground.”

”What do you mean?” You barely had time to ask as you entered the room where an explosion of your name was heard by old college classmates of yours who all seemed on the border of tipsy and in a good mood. You couldn’t help but smile, looking at everyone at once till your eyes fell on the person in question.

He didn’t hesitate to meet your gaze with equal surprise as you sat across from him, just one person down the line. Immediately the people next to you tried sparking a conversation and you used it as a distraction to keep from gawking at him. When Miyoung told you she wouldn’t make it, you debated coming yourself but after some begging from Hoseok you decided to come along. Despite your best friend not joining, you're kind of glad she didn’t. Hoseok is right, it would have been a battlefield and you did not want to be caught in the middle of it.

“Y/n.”

Ignore, maybe? Just ignore and maybe he’ll forget trying to talk to you and your head won't be on the chopping block. You looked down the table at some of the other people you remember from campus activities or long lectures and tried to ignore the growing smile you could see on his face from the corner of your eye.

“Hungry?” The person next to you asked as he made you look his way. There were platters of hand food across the bar table and you happily took whatever Jimin offered. As much as you hated it, you couldn’t help but look across the table to make sure it really was who you thought it was,

Jeon Jungkook.

Better known as your best friend’s ex boyfriend.

Or worse, the first guy you liked when you started University.

”Hi,” he said in a low voice, catching you in the middle of staring at him. In your defense, he seemed so different—more matured if you will. Now he was covered in tattoos and piercings, he lost that sort of boyish charm but clearly gained something else along the way. He was buff and bigger, more intimidating yet alluring? Safe to say he didn’t look like the ‘Boy Next Door’ you had a crush on in your English seminar.

“You’re here,” was all you could think to say back, giving up on your sorry attempt at ignoring him for no real reason other than saving yourself from an awkward encounter.

”So are you,” Jungkook bit into his bottom lip as he looked at you closely. How is it that someone could look so different but the same all at once? In your gaze he could still see that curiosity in everything that he remembered from back then when he would spend lectures wondering what was on your mind. In your appearance, he can see how much you’ve changed physically. They were surely small differences in everyone else’s eyes but he always had a tendency to pay too much attention to you and it would get him in trouble.

You gave him a polite nod in response to his blatant observation that matched yours and attempted to shift your attention elsewhere but he didnt let it get too far. He cleared his throat, “How have you been?”

“Me?” You asked, “Okay, I guess. Busy with work.”

“So I’ve heard, you’re in marketing now, right? What happened to your writing?” Jungkook asked, seeming genuinely curious to know. He didn’t care for the conversations happening around him more than he did hearing your response now that you looked more willing to give him one.

“It wouldn’t have paid the bills—You remember my writing?” You asked, surprise evident in your features that he couldn’t help but smile.

It was hard for him to forget his biggest competition at the time. He let out a small sigh, ready to go on about being unable to forget a certain piece you wrote when a firm hand was placed on his shoulder. Yoongi stood over him, “Smoke break?”

Say no, he thought. Jungkook could easily reject the offer and continue what he was going to say. Without meaning to, he looked back at you, but you had excused yourself from the table in the blink of an eye. Nodding hesitantly, he grabbed his jacket and followed his friend out while he wondered where you went so suddenly.

You were hiding in the washroom when you got the call from Miyoung, like she had a sixth sense telling her to reach out.

“So how is it? Is it as boring as I said it’d be?” Miyoung asked as she waited in line for some nightclub she was going to with some of her various other friends.

“Um, kind of?” You said without much thought—knowing it was what she wanted to hear. In reality, it was fun. You were greeted warmly that it washed away your earlier worries and you’re being taken care of by old friends you didn't get to talk to as much. Not to mention, you’re seeing Jungkook again after a couple years of hearing and thinking of nothing about the guy, so you don’t actually think it's boring.

Miyoung snorted, “Figures, good thing I didn’t go. I could not sit through more than an hour of everyone going on and on about what they’ve been up to. I mean, yeah I miss Hobi and stuff but I could see him whenever, y’know? Who all showed up?”

“I think everyone,” You admitted with a nervous bite of your lip. It was now or never. You tell her that it seems like Jungkook has come to visit or has come back to stay and you’re not sure how she’ll take that. She might even march over here just to tell him how she's felt these last two years and chances are that’ll ruin the easy vibe for everyone else. You leaned against the stall door and talked with her.

“So you’re back,” Yoongi asked with a smirk as he took a drag from his cigarette, “My Golden Boy’s back? Someone pinch me.”

“Funny guy,” Jungkook said sarcastically as he looked out onto the busy street. Yoongi shrugged, turning toward the bar window looking around to see the group, “Aren’t you happy you came?”

“Yeah, it’s great seeing everyone again,” Jungkook told him casually, flicking the end of his cigarette and watching the ash fall to the cold cement of the street.

“Want to know who surprised me tonight?” Yoongi asked, looking over at him to see if his expression would change at all, “Y/n.”

Jungkook cleared his throat awkwardly, “What do you mean?”

He shrugged, dropping ash to the ground, “Y/n never comes out to these sorts of things, and if she does come it’s usually with Miyoung but she came by herself tonight.

“Yeah…” Jungkook zoned out a bit as he thought about it more, “Why doesn’t she meet up with you guys often?”

“You know Y/n doesn't really go out,” Yoongi said, “And she’s busy with work, at least that’s what Hobi says. I don’t know, when Hobi said Miyoung wasn’t coming tonight we both expected Y/n to not show too but… hey, aren’t you happy she isn’t here?”

“I don’t really care either way,” Jungkook confessed truthfully, “But do you know if… y’know, you might have heard something about Y/n and if she’s still seeing someone or—“

“Oh God,” Yoongi couldn’t help but laugh as he put his cigarette out, Jungkook doing the same, “It’s been like three years, man.”

Jungkook watched him laugh as he walked off leaving him to follow, “What?”

Yoongi held the door open for him, “You know what, but I’ll answer your question, anyway. Last I heard Y/n is single, so what now?”

He waited for Jungkook to respond but he wasn’t listening anymore. There were too many things on his mind that he needed to work out before you came back to the table.

“What do you mean you’re leaving? You just got here,” Jimin said to you as he held your hand in his to stop you from leaving, “One more drink.”

“It’s late,” You tried to say, “I’ve got to be up early.”

“Liar, it’s a Saturday night, Y/n. Sit your ass back down,” Hobi said with a firm voice making you sit down immediately. He flashed you a cute smile before asking everyone if they wanted another round of drinks.

“So, what were we talking about earlier?” Jungkook asked, trying to get you to talk to him again, “Your writing? Yeah, how can I forget it? Remember we used to read each other’s essays all the time before… well.”

Before he broke up with your best friend.

“Yeah, I remember,” You admitted, trying to find something to say. What kind of questions would Miyoung want to know? What do you want to know? What should you prepare your friend to know? “How long are you visiting?”

“Actually, I just moved back, I got a job doing graphic design for a local company,” Jungkook told you with the hint of a smile, “It’s my first time meeting up with everyone again.”

You let yourself indulge in small talk with him here and there but usually when he started it. The night had been fine, you enjoyed your time but after a while all you wanted to do was go home and Hoseok couldn’t make you stay any longer. You ended your night wondering if you should go out more.

Everything has a backstory, right? How it all started and yours seems pretty tacky. You spent the first couple years of University doing what you had to do in school and letting Miyoung drag you to whatever outing she had on the weekends. Some time in your third year, you joined this English class with the most boring, monotonous professor ever and that’s where you met Jungkook.

In all honesty, you thought he was cute from the get go. Sitting through three hours of a boring lecture led people to do odd things and one of those for you was staring at the cute guy who sat down a couple rows from you. It was just a little thing you did to pass time so you never expected anything to actually happen from it.

Then one day most of the seats were taken [naturally, it was a large class] and he seemed to have been running late because his usual cycle of seats were all taken except the one next to yours. Despite all those times you would find yourself ogling the stranger, when he was right next to you, you didn’t say a single word.

It was Jungkook who spoke first and it was just to ask if you could help him catch up. That day you were supposed to read someone else’s prompt and revise it and you chose each other which then trickled down to a routine of it. Without speaking much, he would sit next to you or silently save you a seat whenever you were running late and the one time you decided to switch it up and sit elsewhere…

Well, he was practically pouting the whole day.

It had been a nearly perfect set up to what could have been if you just allowed yourself to go for things but it didn’t happen that way.

One random Tuesday night, Miyoung wanted to go out for some cheap drinks and you found yourselves at a bar not too far from campus where you ran into a senior in one of your classes. Yoongi had come up to you first, just greeting you and making small talk when Jungkook who apparently had come with him, recognized you too.

They drank with you and Miyoung for a bit and you honestly thought it had been fun. You had never had real conversations with him outside of school work and it was nice to have more people to hang with that it just felt natural. Though at some point through the night Miyoung had gotten kind of flirty. She claims she assumed you had wanted Yoongi and not Jungkook and practically called dibs on him despite meeting him for the first time that night.

When she made her intents obvious, you couldn’t help but backtrack.

You always considered yourself pretty self aware about yourself. There was nothing special really and when you compare yourself to Miyoung there just isn’t much competition.

She was the perfect Prom Queen type who always had the nicest clothes or the cutest boyfriends, the best awards and most interesting stories. The amount of guys she would pull who you didn’t even have a chance with was insane. And though you might sound bitter, you’re not. You’ve never been the type to want the spotlight or attention and being best friends with someone so damn perfect was that you could always stay in the shadows.

So when she started flirting with Jungkook, you didn’t really notice his awkward glances or how he shied away from her proximity. You only saw how he smiled politely and listened to her go on and on about how great she is and assumed he was into her like all the others had been.

You tried to act normal after that, you would talk to him every now and then and never questioned why he stopped talking to you as much until he started dating Miyoung but you weren’t bitter. You were understanding.

It made sense he would date her. She was beautiful and smart and someone people pine for. It was a given that that would happen so once again, you didn’t take it personal.

They dated for a couple months [nothing serious at all] and then he dumped her which resulted in Miyoung practically forbidding you from even looking his way at all. You completed your last year without thinking about him despite the various mutual friends you shared and went on with your life when he moved.

That was the backstory and why you felt so awkward seeing him the other night.

You haven’t told Miyoung yet because there’s a high chance she won’t care at all and would get annoyed that you even thought to bring it up. Your friend is very pretty and she likes being in relationships so she’s been in quite a few since they dated and probably doesn’t care to be reminded at all.

The only person you’ve told is Taehyung.

“But did you at least have fun?” He asked as the two of you sat at a small restaurant for lunch. You nodded your head, “Yeah, it was alright. It was just weird, for me at least.”

“Why?” Taehyung asked as he dug into his meal, stuffing his mouth with no care in the world, “I mean it’s obvious everyone was happy to see you and didn’t want you to leave. Who cares if Miyoung didn’t go, clearly it didn’t matter to anyone else.”

You didn’t say anything, taking your time to enjoy your meal as you drifted off in thought. He is right, you know that sometimes it’s just in your head and you overthink things. You always feel like you’re boring to others so it’s natural for you to assume no one would be happy to see just you and not your bubble of joy best friend. There has to be a certain level of comfort between you and another person to show personality and it’s rare people get to see it.

“But how’d it go with that guy? Did he ask you about her?” Taehyung asked with a hint of curiosity.

“Not that I can remember. I don’t know, it was kind of awkward but we talked a bit,” You told him honestly, “He just moved back down so that’s cool I guess.”

Taehyung looked at you skeptically but you avoided his gaze, trying to distract yourself with your phone.

yoongi: throwing a welcome back party for jk this weekend, u coming?

you: idk, if I’m free

yoongi: … ur always free🤒

yoongi: just say yes, bring whoever u want

you: but is he ok with me going

yoongi: y wouldn’t he be

yoongi: he’s the one who asked me to make sure u come

you: okkkkkk 🥹

“Tae, can you come with me to this party please?” You asked, immediately showing your friend your text messages leaning across the table for him to see them clearly.

Taehyung’s brows furrowed as he read through the texts carefully, “Jungkook is the ex boyfriend, right? Why’s he so interested in you going?”

“He’s not,” you said, “He’s probably just doing it to be nice, since everyone I know will be there.”

“What if he’s… y’know, interested?” Taehyung asked curiously and you nearly choked on your drink.

“No, oh my god,” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, “We were just classmates and we stopped talking after he dumped Miyoung so—“

“Yeah but did you ever stop to think ‘hm, I’m the one who knew this guy first and then Miyoung went and snatched him from me before I even got a chance to explore’,” Taehyung said in a high pitched voice, presumably mocking yours. You reached over to playfully shove his shoulder making him grin mischievously.

“What? No, it wasn’t like that at all,” You tried to say, “Him and I didn’t even really talk until the night he met her at the bar and… no, that’s crazy. He liked Miyoung right away.”

Taehyung just sighed, giving up on trying to get through to you, “If you say so, but who’s the one he approached first? Because I can tell you right now it wasn’t her.”

Despite how he expresses himself when he talks about your best friend, he doesn’t dislike her. He thinks Miyoung is alright, maybe a little too much for his tastes but that doesn’t mean anything. He understands the two of you are really close and although he has had many chances to befriend her too, he just hasn’t.

He’ll talk to her if you force them to hang out together but he would never go out of his way to be her friend. It might sound bad but Taehyung is pretty protective over you and rightfully so, he feels.

He doesn’t want to badmouth one of his closest friends but you have a tendency to overthink things. You don’t realize how great you are and make yourself seem smaller and he thinks Miyoung and other people like her in your life are at fault. He’s heard some of the things she says to you and it’s like you hold her up so highly there’s no room for you to see how pretty, smart, and talented you are. And before anyone gets the wrong idea, he’s not in love with you or anything.

You’re too good for him so he gave up on that idea long ago.

Plus, now that he’s able to connect some of those pieces from when you were in Uni, some things are clicking into place for him. Miyoung tends to dim your light a bit, or copy something you do and claim it as her own and when he hears this little backstory between all of your old college friends… he just can’t help but wonder if Jungkook was one of those things she claimed for herself.

With that thought in mind, he agreed to go with you to this party and see for himself what is there and what could be. He just wants what’s best for you and for you to be able to go and get it without worrying you’re not good enough or stepping on anyone’s toes.

When Friday night came, your apartment was filled with loud music and even louder complaints coming from one person in particular. Taehyung was just listening to you and Miyoung go back and forth about tonight’s plans and it got to the point where you couldn’t say anything but the truth about what you would be doing tonight.

“It’s a welcome back party for Jungkook,” You said, trying your hardest not to let your voice sound strained.

“What? When did he get back?” Miyoung asked, sitting up from your bed and tossing your pillow off her lap, “Like he moved back?”

“Yeah, I guess not too long ago,” You said with a shrug, looking in your mirror to see if you liked the way you looked or not, “I don’t know, Yoongi is the one who invited me.”

“Why didn’t I know? Why wasn’t I invited?” Miyoung asked, turning to Taehyung like he would have the answers.

“Probably because you’re his ex girlfriend and you ditched out on their little reunion so you could party,” Taehyung said, not bothering to look up from his phone.

“Yeah but, why’d they ask Y/n? She’s not even friends with him,” Miyoung said with a slight scoff, “You’re not actually going right? We could go out, just the three of us. You already hung out with them, you and I haven’t gone out in weeks, let’s just do our own thing. Unless you’re trading me in for all of them.”

You looked at her with apologetic eyes. You’ve been busy with work recently and she is right. The last people you hung out with aside from Taehyung were all of them two weekends ago so it would only be fair to hang out with her this time. It shouldn’t mean anything that you were invited and that Jungkook wanted to make sure you were going. Miyoung was supposed to be your best friend so how could you go to a party she wasn’t invited to?

Just as you were going to give in and shoot Yoongi a text that you weren’t going to make it, Taehyung spoke up for you. “Why don’t you just come with? One of them said Y/n can bring whoever she wants and I’m already going so it’s not like you have to be by yourself. Plus, aren’t the rest of them supposed to be your friends too? Y/n already agreed.”

“Why didn’t you ask me first?”

“I didn’t realize I needed permission,” You couldn’t help but sigh, sitting on the edge of the bed to comfort her, “We can just stop by, have a drink or two and leave if it’s lame. Come on.”

After much convincing, the three of you arrive at Yoongi’s place which was a small house with good outdoor space and the inside was packed with people already. The amount of party goers made you anxious but at the same time slightly thrilled that surely the attention would never be on you with so many people around.

“Y/n! Miyoung!” Namjoon spotted you two first and he threw his arms around you both with a grin, “Surprised to see you here, Mimi.”

“Yeah, probably because I was the only one not invited,” Miyoung said bitterly, making Namjoon take a drink from his cup and look away nervously.

“Let’s get you guys drinks then,” He said with an awkward clear of his throat looking to Taehyung, “What’s up, I’m Namjoon.”

“Taehyung,” he said, following you to the drinks table. The music played loudly and there were a lot of people having a good time that it was somewhat easy to try and blend in and act normal. Miyoung had a pout on her face, looking around worried but Namjoon brightened her mood and every now and then another friend would stop by to greet her. Taehyung mostly clung to you and only drifted away when a friend would spark conversation with you but you were thankful he was around.

“Y/n,” someone called out to you from across the room. You couldn’t make them out through the crowd of people and it took a while before you spotted Jungkook making his way to your direction.

“Jungkook,” you said with a nervous breath, looking around for Miyoung but she was off with Namjoon talking about god knows what.

“How long have you been here? Why didn’t you say anything?” Jungkook asked, slightly more energetic than usual. His hair was messy, with strands out of place, he wore a basic black tee and baggy jeans so why did he look good? It’s still hard for you to wrap your mind around who this is.

He’s gotten so muscular and just… more intimidating with his tattoo sleeve and piercings and it’s so unexpected but in a good way.

“I, um, you know, I just assumed you were busy,” you lied, looking around for one of your friends. Taehyung was at the table getting a drink and he’ll be back soon to save you before Miyoung looks around.

Jungkook found himself looking around too, as if he could see what you did but he came up short, “Did you come with anyone?”

“Yeah, Miyoung and a friend of mine,” you rushed the words out in hopes of sounding casual but Jungkook didn’t even bat an eye.

“So what are you doing alone?” He asked with a raised brow, taking a step closer to you, “Actually, there’s something that’s been on my mind since last time I saw you and I uh… I haven’t had the chance to say it.”

You blinked nervously, looking up at him and how close he was to you, “What is it?”

He licked his lips, playing with his lip rings shyly, “Well, I was wondering if you would like to get together some time, just you and I. We’ve never had the chance to hang out.”

“We’re hanging out right now, aren’t we?” You asked, feigning naivety that almost seemed teasing. In truth, you could sense what he was possibly asking and you needed him to stop. There was no reason for you two to hang out alone, no matter how much the thought made you giddy.

“I guess,” Jungkook couldn’t help but let his eyebrows knit together in confusion. He took another step closer to you, hand on the wall behind you for support. , “But I was still hoping… I know it’s probably kind of awkward but we’re grown, right? We can get together without worrying about anyone else.”

“Who says it’s because I’m worried?” You asked with a hint of playfulness in an attempt to ease some of the growing tension caused by the way he looked at you, “Where is this coming from all of a sudden?”

That made him crack a smile, “All of a sudden?”

“Yes, all of a sudden,” another voice added in from behind him and you jumped at the sound. Jungkook didn’t bother to turn around, he was more focused on the way you tried to look behind him and meet Miyoung’s glare.

“Where’d you run off to?” You asked, pushing past him making Jungkook slide his hand off the wall and roll his eyes at the disruption.

“Somewhere I felt wanted,” she said bitterly, eyes on Jungkook as she spoke to you, “Let’s go, I’m bored.”

“I thought you were having a good ti—“

“I’m not, Y/n,” Miyoung almost snapped, “You said we could have a drink and go. We’ve been here for like forever and I want to leave. That’s what we agreed on.”

“Okay, jeez, let’s go then,” You said with a sigh, “Let me find Taehyung.”

“Go, then,” Miyoung said, making you take a deep breath, trying to tell yourself she had a right to be upset. She didn’t want you [as her best friend] talking to her ex boyfriend. And you did say you didn’t have to stick around for long…

“What?” Miyoung asked Jungkook with a roll of her eyes as she caught him staring, “Did I interrupt something?”

“You still don’t know how to speak to people like they’re human beings,” Jungkook said simply, “And it’s sad to watch.”

“Screw you,” Miyoung scoffed, “You’re just mad I stopped you from trying to ask my best friend out. My friends are off limits.”

“She was my friend too,” Jungkook said as a reminder, “And I can do whatever I want. You’re just childish.”

She snorted, “Right, says the guy who fumbled me.”

He couldn’t seem to act mature anymore and before he stop himself he said, “Remember, you’re not the one I wanted anyway.”

He walked off without much care for how she felt and found his other friends, wondering who it was you ran off to find.

“Tae, can we go now?” You asked your friend. Taehyung had found himself a group of people to entertain with his stories and had nearly forgotten who he had tagged along with until you pulled him to the side.

“Uh, okay,” Taehyung cleared his throat awkwardly, “What happened? I thought everyone was having a good time.”

“Miyoung wants to leave,” You said with a small sigh, “She saw me talking to Jungkook and I just don’t want it to become this big problem so can we please just go?”

Taehyung placed an arm on your shoulder, leading you to Miyoung who waited at the door, “Yeah, sure let’s go.”

The car had only stayed silent for the first half of the drive to Miyoung’s apartment. Somewhere between the last red light and this short stretch of road, a fire had been lit underneath her which made her start up again.

“So what was that back there?” Miyoung asked from the backseat and you debated just acting asleep or like you were too drunk to listen properly. She leaned forward, looking at you closely.

“What do you mean?” You asked nervously.

“You know exactly what I mean,” Miyoun said with an annoyed tone, “First you get invited to a party for my ex boyfriend and next thing I know the two of you are whispering in the corner looking like you’re about to kiss and like I’m not even in the room.”

Taehyung had to bite his tongue from responding, worried that if he spoke too soon it would only make you seem more weak to her antics. He just tapped his fingers against the window trying to keep silent

“Miyoung,” You started with a sigh, “You’re overreacting. It was nothing, we’re friends—“

“Since when?” Miyoung scoffed, “You’re supposed to be my friend, Y/n.”

“I am,” You said defensively, “And if you want to talk about this tomorrow then that’s fine but right now it’s late and we’ve all been having a decent time so don’t ruin it…”

“Y/n’s right, let’s end the night on a good note,” Taehyung finally said but he seemed to go ignored by you two.

“You’re not though, real friends wouldn’t flirt with their best friend’s ex boyfriend—“

“You two dated for less than five months and it was years ago,” You blurted out, “I knew him before that so don’t act like I’m betraying you.”

“Oh my god, I knew you’d still be bitter I started seeing him,” Miyoung said, suddenly making you hide your face in your hand from exhaustion. “I didn’t know you had a thing for him back then. You should’ve said something instead of holding it against me like you do everything else.”

“What are you talking about?” You couldn’t help but scoff.

Miyoung’s eyes narrowed suspiciously, “You know exactly what I’m talking about and it’s not fair.”

Taehyung took a deep breath, fingers clenched around the steering wheel unable to bite his tongue any longer, “Miyoung I don’t think you’re being fair. You’re clearly drunk and you just want to arg—“

“Shut up, Taehyung,” She snapped, slurring on her words a bit and not even realizing the car came to a stop in front of her building, “I’m not even talking you and you can stop acting like Y/n’s bodyguard because last time I checked she’s a grown adult who could speak for herself. God, I swear everyone is the same. Just because Y/n is boring and insecure, doesn’t mean she doesn’t know how to speak for herself.”

“Get out. We’re at your place so just go,” Taehyung said, annoyed with the harshness she was projecting on you, “Y/n might put up with you but I won’t.”

With an irritated scoff, she swung the back door open, “Fine, screw you guys too.”

The door slammed shut as she stormed up to her apartment and Taehyung waited till she was gone to say, “Fuck, what did that girl drink? Y/n, why do you put up with that? Hey.”

You stayed silent for a moment letting her words sink in. Whatever, she yelled and threw a tantrum, that’s fine, that’s normal. But she seriously thinks you’re just a bore and maybe you’re starting to believe it too. If it weren’t for you always being cautious over how she might feel about you and what you do, you wouldn’t seem so boring.

Or was that just how you were and now you’re trying to say it’s because of Miyoung? Jeez, you just can’t seem to make up your mind about anything but all you know is that… you’re not boring. Well, you don’t have to be. If she wants to think that always backing up whatever she says makes you boring, then maybe it’s time you just do what you want even if she doesn’t like it.

“Tae, can you do me a favor,” You finally said, making him look over at you curiously. The car is still parked in front of Miyoung’s place and he’s been waiting for you to speak anyway, “What?”

“Take me back to the party please.”

Miyoung was wrong, if you were boring it’s because she made you boring. Anytime you did anything on your own, she always had to ruin it and you just let her. You just let Miyoung monopolize your time and make you her right-hand in everything. You’ve never gotten the chance to truly put yourself out there because you firmly believed you didn’t compare.

Maybe you needed to stop overthinking and just do what you want, be confident—or at least act like you are.

“Y/n! You’re back?” Yoongi asked once you made it to the party again, “Let me tell you, I was mad because I thought you left before even talking to me.”

“I’m so very sorry,” You said playfully, “But do you know where Jungkook is?”

He seemed to freeze up, surprise written on his face and he looked down at you questioning. You held his gaze, watching the wheels turn in his head before he was blurting out, “I don’t know. The bathroom?”

You blinked nervously, letting him slip away from you when someone called for him and were left standing there. Your mind was racing with ideas yet you couldn’t think of what to do.

What did you expect coming back?

What does this prove?

You feel anxious and insecure and maybe she was right, you’re boring and you don’t even speak up or do anything exciting.

“Jungkook?” You called out to him as you walked down the hall of doors, knocking or opening whichever door you landed on. You got to the last door with a bated breath, realizing it’s a bedroom and closed yourself in.

Your sense of bravado had been short lived. Whatever burst of confidence you had was completely gone now that you sat alone in the guest room contemplating just going home or not.

In all honesty, this was stupid from the very beginning. You let Miyoung’s words get to you and you acted before you could think. You didn’t need to prove anything. Plus, you don’t want Jungkook. Maybe once before you did… but not… anymore?

God, you felt like an idiot.

“Y/n?”

Your heart dropped with a sense of disbelief as you looked up. The once pitch black room was illuminated by a block of light from the open bathroom door. Jungkook stood at the doorway, brows furrowed as he looked at who sat on the bed.

“Jungkook,” you cleared your throat awkwardly.

“You’re back?” He asked, looking you up and down with a hint of suspicion. You nodded your head silently, making him blink with confusion.

You stood up from the bed suddenly, “Are you done in there?”

“Uh, yeah,” he moved out of your way, watching you closely as you closed the door in his face before he could say anything else.

Maybe this had been a sign that you didn’t want to talk to him but he couldn’t bring himself to leave the privacy in the bedroom to go out where everyone else was. He could hear the faucet running but oblivious to how you wet your face to try and snap yourself out of this strange mood before drying off. When you opened the door, you didn’t expect to see him standing there right in front of you.

“Everything alright?” He asked, halfway in the doorway, walking forward making you step deeper into the bathroom.

“Yeah, everything’s great,” you said with a strained smile, backing away, “Just—what about you? Has it been fun, this is all for you, right?”

“I guess,” Jungkook shrugged, “But it would have been more fun if you stayed.”

“Good thing I came back then,” you couldn’t help but laugh nervously, leaning against the sink counter.

“Good thing,” Jungkook licked his dry lips, “Y/n, about what I was saying earlier… I would honestly like for us together sometime, just the two of us.”

A small, shy smile appeared on your lips as you thought about earlier and repeated yourself playfully, “We’re hanging out right now, aren’t we?”

“I guess,” he blinked in confusion, looking down at you and struggling to keep his composure. Your response was a bit of a let down since he hoped you had come back to see him and he should have known better. You would never take him seriously after his mess with Miyoung and he was always reaching for the stars thinking it could work out.

Plus, you’re too good for him. You always have been.

He can’t explain why, but he’s always felt a sense of ease with you, like everything was perfect. As shameful as it is to admit, Miyoung had reasons to be worried.

When they dated… well, it didn’t stop him from thinking about you from time to time. Miyoung was aware of it too and he looks back on it now and realizes how wrong he was then. It was wrong for him to think about you when he was never able to have you, and he will be much less now.

“Am I wrong? Is it not just the two of us now?” You asked, swallowing the lump in your throat and looking to the bathroom door which was closed some time ago.

“Y/n,” he said it softly but you could sense his warning tone, like you were going to get yourself in trouble. Jungkook wanted to believe you were aware of what this looked like yet he knew there was a chance you weren’t. He couldn’t just go for it.

He could not just go for it.

Not even if you looked up at him with a look in your eyes that said you might want him to…

He could be dreaming it up.

Would you want him to?

No. No way, you would never, that’s how this all started right? You wouldn’t want him the way he wanted you and you’ll go be with someone else while he beats himself up for another failed attempt. He’s not in college anymore, he can’t make the same mistakes.

You do not want him.

“Y/n,” he said with a sigh, “I think we should get out n—“

It was soft but sudden. One second he was giving up on everything he had been hoping for and was ready to go on once again without telling you how he really felt. The next, your lips were on his, barely giving him a chance to feel the tenderness of it before pulling away with a gasp.

“Jungkook,” you covered your mouth with your hand, “Oh my god. I’m s-sorry, I, that was not okay. I shouldn’t have done that.”

You were rambling, apologizing for doing it without asking him first but in all honesty, he couldn’t hear you anymore. There was a strange ringing in his ear that only seemed to stop when he grabbed your face in his hands, and pulled you into a real kiss.

To keep yourself from leaning back too far, you wrapped your arms around his neck and met him the rest of the way. You kissed him back with an equal sense of urgency that had his eyes falling shut and letting himself get lost in the moment. Your lips were soft against his own and his lip rings felt cold on your tongue the first couple times.

At one point you surprised him by nipping at his piercings with a soft tug and it had his hands tightening around your waist, using his strength to pull you onto the counter with ease. It made it easier to kiss you and he let the small sigh you let out guide his tongue between your lips. Your hands were in his dark hair, and you surprised him with the way you took lead of the kiss. It felt like he was melting into you and it was doing things to him.

“Y/n,” he mumbled softly, “I want you so bad.”

You pulled back from him with widened eyes. It was the first time you heard him sound that way and you knew he meant it. He looked at you with an intense gaze and it felt good to be looked at that way by him. You wanted him too, right? That’s why you came back. That's why you were so upset back then. Why can’t you have him now?

What was really stopping you?

Nothing.

The second time he kissed you, you didn’t hesitate from doing more and it had his mouth dropping when he felt your hand trace down his toned chest. He let that feeling motivate his hands to do the same to you and they ran along your sides till he could feel your front. His hands slipped under your top and found your chest, gently reaching to touch you as he kissed you with his tongue.

Your fingers trailed down his navel to the waistband of his jeans, tugging softly and teasingly that you felt the way he sucked in a shaky breath. When he didn’t pull away to tell you to stop, you took it as a sign to go a little farther and undo the button and zipper. Jungkook’s rough fingers caressed your breasts ever so softly but with an added pressure that made you let out a small sigh, especially when he ran his thumb over your nipples.

He released a light groan against your lips when you got more confident in your actions and slipped into the hem of his Calvin Klein’s. You barely touched his growing member but you felt it harden against you, the more attention you gave to it and it was all just exciting to you. His kisses were needy and his rough hands felt so good against your sensitive buds that you couldn’t hold yourself back. You wanted to make him feel good too and you could tell you were.

Jungkook helped you tug his jeans down enough for you to have more reign over him and you touched his bare dick so softly. The first touch was light and teasing, like you were still letting him get lost in the feeling before you actually did anything but it was soft that it made a tingle run down his spine. Goosebumps rose on his skin and blood ran straight to his cock making it easier for you softly palm him to full hardness.

You circled your fingers around his tip, softly running your thumb around the ring feeling him twitch with need and softly sliding down to his base.

His movement grew rougher, he was no longer softly caressing your breasts but more groping, never getting enough for the softness of them. When you began to stroke him gently, he found it hard to keep himself from digging his nails into your flesh to ground himself and it made a hand of his fall to your leg. His palm was wide and flat against your inner thigh, tracing his lips down your jaw and to your neck to try and distract himself from getting too lost into the feeling.

“Fuck,” he huffed, licking his dry lips as he began to slowly fuck into your closed fist, deaf to the sound of music just outside the bedroom you two were hiding in. The bathroom felt even smaller at this point yet he couldn’t bring himself to put a stop to it now. Especially not when your hand began to fuck his cock faster, with more vigor as he twitched in your hold making his nails dig into your thigh harshly.

Your skirt was scrunched up around your hips at this point and he could see the soft blue of your laced underwear and couldn’t stop himself anymore. He had grown too curious to have you and with his hand so close already, he let his thumb trace along your covered folds.

They were already sensitive at this point and his sudden touch made your insides tighten with arousal, your back straightened in surprise and a light moan left your lips. The sound snapped his attention away from his own pleasure and when he did it again, he swallowed your moan with his mouth on yours.

He couldn’t take thing slow anymore, especially not when his dick felt so close to the edge already and was trying not to cum all over your hand and so soon.

You were withering against him, squirming on the counter to feel more of his hand against your heat. Your fingers tightened in his hair when he reached under to the hem of your panties, pulling them down as far as he could. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he tugged them down your thighs. Jungkook pulled away from your lips with a slight groan as he brought his fingers to your lips. He pressed into your bottom lip watching close as you drew your mouth open and took them in. As you licked between two fingers, your hand’s stroking sped up with more pressure that had him pushing them deeper down your throat.

When he pulled them out there was an obvious line of drool connecting his fingertips to your lips and he brought his hand between your legs once more. The mixture between his rough fingers and the slick that now coated them made a tingle run down your spine when they ran along your folds. You pinched the fabric of his shirt as he circled your hardening clit with his middle finger while his index finger began to tease your sensitive labor.

He ran the longer finger down your slit, dipping into the puddle of arousal that formed at your center before using it to wet your clit and massage you gently.

You looked into his eyes as he finally pressed his middle finger into your waiting cunt, giving you a second to respond and he couldn’t help but let his lips slip open with heavy breaths. Your hand stopped its actions as you took in the feeling of him pulling out his finger before pushing it forward once more. Each time felt hotter than the last and it made him want to take things further. When he thought you adjusted enough, he teased the tip of his ring finger in with his middle one and kept a steady pace of thrusting.

At this point you began to stroke him again, rubbing against his mushroom tip where a thick vein was felt along the underside of it. Your hips had began to move with the motion of his hand and you were fucking his fingers into you while fucking his cock with a closed fist. The both of you were left speechless, unsure how long you had been locked away in the bathroom but not caring either.

You felt more impatient than him but you couldn’t help it. You can’t remember the last time you let someone else touch you and none felt quite like this. Jungkook seemed to know where to kiss, where to press or pay attention to and he never left a part of you untouched. Even now as he thrusted his fingers into you, his other hand was at your chest again, fingers pinching your nipple and tugging harshly but it brought little whines from your lips.

“Jungkook,” You were breathlessly calling for him and you’re sure that if your back wasn’t to the mirror, you would be able to see how desperate you looked to him. Your other hand was on his hips, pulling him forward in hopes of getting him to get the hint that you needed more, “Fuck me.”

“What?” He asked with heavy breaths, looking down at the way the tip of his cock pressed against your inner thigh now, “Really?”

“Please,” You found yourself begging, desperately begging for him to give you something and oh, how it worked.

His eyes rolled back at the soft sound of your begs and with a hand on your thigh, he pulled you harshly to the edge of the counter. He placed his hand over yours and stroked himself once, twice, to slick his member with your arousal and his own.

His cock was hot to the touch and pointed straight to your waiting entrance. He had made such a mess of you already that when he pressed his tip into your clit, it nearly slid down from how wet you are. You had to bite your lip to keep from whining too loud when he teased you with that repeated motion, wetting his tip more and feeling the way your walls tightened and released for him.

Your back was fully against the mirror now, legs open waiting for him and you were getting impatient. The anticipo had been building up for too long and you brought your hand between your legs. All it took was a soft push down for his cock to sink into your waiting pussy.

His jaw went slack at the sudden tightness of it, he hadn’t expected it to be so snug. His tip barely pushed against the ring of nerves and your facial expression matched his own when he kept going. He held your thighs open, guiding himself in with a deep breath.

“Fucking hell,” he growled lowly, hands trembling as he kept you open and ready to take him in. He looked up at your eyes, completely enamored by the way your features softened with pleasure. Your eyes were glazed over with obvious lust that made him want to just fuck you into oblivion.

“Oh my god,” your hand circled around his neck, pulling him into a sloppy wet kiss that left him biting your lip softly. He groaned against your lips as he picked up the pace of his thrusting, letting his cock drag against your puffy walls so that you could feel every juncture on his length. Your back was arched into him, your chest nearly pressed against his and he snuck his arm around your waist to pull you firmly against him.

“That’s it baby,” Jungkook groaned into your ear, gripping onto the counter with his free hand to fuck you better. You were on the edge of the sink and he bucked his hips up to reach that pleasure spot he had found with his fingers just moments ago and had you moaned loudly into his ear, “You sound pretty, tell me how it feels.”

“Feels good,” you whispered softly against his neck, lips teasing kisses against his skin that made the veins in his arms bulge, “Don’t stop, please.”

“Ngh, Y/n, beg for me,” Jungkook said with a deep voice filled with lust as he fucked you with all his strength. There were too many layers of clothing between you but neither of you seemed to have the time or energy to tear them off. You were both too focused on the pleasure that came from feeling his skin against yours.

Your legs tightened around his waist forcing more of his length into your sopping cunt and his fingers pinched your sides roughly. Without thinking, Jungkook lifted you off the counter. You clung to him as he stepped back and he needed a second to just feel the way your pussy tightened around his hard, thick cock. He wanted to dig into your guts and it was nasty how badly he wanted to have you cum all over him.

It was so unexpected because you always came off as a quiet, reserved person but here you were letting him tear you in two with his fat dick. Jungkook used his strength to push you against the door, letting you drop onto his length before backing his hips up and pistoning them back into you.

“Fuck, I can’t,” your legs tightened around him with your face digging into his neck, “Jungkook, baby, I can’t.”

“You can,” He whispered, pressing you firmly into the wall, “Come on baby, take it.”

“Too much,” You whined, squeezing your eyes shut as he picked up the pace and you searched around for something to hold. Your hand tightened around the doorknob, trying to anchor yourself as he fucked you so good you could barely focus on anything but the pleasure, “I’m so close.”

Jungkook’s hand held you firmly by the waist while the other cupped your ass, groping you harshly as he fucked you onto his length trying to make you cum, “Cum baby, for me. Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you moaned, “Kiss me, please?”

He didn’t hesitate to do so, kissing you with tongue as you clung to him, moaning into his ear and shaking slightly. His knees buckled tightly to hold you up and just as he gave one final thrust to the hilt, he felt your orgasm hit you.

Your walls tightened around him, nearly bringing him to his own orgasm before feeling his tip get flooded with your release. His thighs shook with the pressure of it and he felt his strength leaving him. His abdomen grew tense and he pushed you back to the counter where you let your head fall back with pleasure. You swallowed dryly, panting heavily, “Oh my god.”

You were sweaty, tired and overall unsure what to think but your mind hadn’t cleared yet. All you could focus on was the way Jungkook’s dick throbbed painfully hard when he pulled out of you with a slight pop. You eyed his red member, slightly hypnotized by how pretty it looked and you dropped to your knees wordlessly.

Jungkook watched you slip down on your knees in front of him and it took him a moment to process what was going on. He was hard, so fucking hard he couldn’t think straight and it wasn’t until your hands held his thighs, eyeing his cock hungrily did he realize what you wanted to do. He brought a hand fo attempt and gently brush your hair back, “Y/n, baby, you don’t have t—oh fuck.”

His jaw went slack when your hands circled his base, your lips on his tip and taking him down your throat suddenly. Your nose brushed against the base of his cock, eyes watering as you tried relaxing your throat around him and he nearly stumbled back with surprise, “Y/n.”

You ignored his call of your name, and began to bob your head against his length, your tongue licking along the thick vein you discovered earlier and feeling his hands sink into your hair to guide you, “That’s it, fuck.”

Jungkook looked at his reflection in the mirror, turned on by the way your head was seen bobbing against his length and his body was overheating so much he had to pull his shirt over his toned chest to cool down. It gave him a perfect view of the way his cock disappeared between your lips.

The thought of having you like this hadn’t dawned on him yet but now he couldn’t forget it. The memory would always be ingrained in his mind and although he doesn’t know if he’ll never get a chance to do this again, he couldn’t hold it in any longer.

You gradually began to pick up the pace, using your hands to hold closed fists around his cock to help stroke what didn’t fit in your mouth. You swallowed and bobbed around his dick hungrily, moaning around him and hollowing your cheeks when you would pull your head back until only his tip was between your lips.

As ashamed as he was to admit it, he wasn’t going to be able to hold himself back anymore. Still wanting to warn you, he tried to guide your head off him, “I’m close.”

All it did was push you to take him deeper, stopping when he hit the back of your throat and sucked. Jungkook’s eyes squeezed shut with a loud growl as his orgasm hit him harder than it had in a very long time.

You coughed as his cum sprayed down your throat, thick and creamy with a bittersweet taste that you tried to lick up. You would’ve cleaned him off fully despite his legs shaking but he pulled you off. He pulled his softening dick out of your wet mouth with a huff, panting heavily as he looked down at you.

“Y/n,” his voice was dry, pulling you up to your feet, “That was…”

He couldn’t even get the words out as he watched you lick the corner of your lips and without thinking about it, he pulled you into a heated kiss. You kissed him back with need, moaning against him as his tongue circled around yours hungrily, not caring for the way he tased on you. You only broke away to catch your breath, realization dawning at you as you looked at his messy appearance that surely mirrored yours.

You sat against the counter for a moment, attempting to catch your breath as Jungkook did the same. The two of you were silently readjusting your clothes again and you needed just a moment to yourself. He looked at you, buttoning his jeans back up, “Is everything… okay?”

“Yeah, um, can I just get a minute,” You said with a hoarse voice trying to pretend like you couldn’t see the way his shoulders slumped down. With a short nod of his head, he left the bathroom to let you wash up and for a moment you just looked at yourself in the mirror.

Your reflection looked different, maybe because what you had just done was so out of character and with your best friend’s ex but… why did it feel right?

Jungkook wondered what would happen now, if you expected him to leave the room or wait for you but he wanted to be with you. He didn’t want to walk out and think that because he got something he’s been wanting for years now, he’ll just leave. He knows the others are looking for him, mostly because he’s gotten a few texts now asking where he’s at but he can’t bring it in himself to care. When you opened the bathroom door into the dark room, he looked like a deer caught in headlights, rushing to his feet, “Are you sure everything is fine?”

“Yeah, yes,” you nodded stiffly, “If you want to go out there with everyone else that’s fine. I won’t be upset or anything.”

“Well, I was kind of wondering if you wanted to come back to mine?”

The first thing you noticed the following morning aside from the sun shining down on your face was the heavy arm across your waist. It made your eyes flutter awake with a small huff leaving your lips as you attempted to stretch your limbs but it tightened around you, securing you closer to Jungkook’s naked chest.

“Morning,” he mumbled sleepily into your hair as he hugged you closer.

“What time is it?” You asked awkwardly, trying to sit up making his arm slide to your hips instead. You reached for your cell phone, eyes widening by the number of text messages.

miyoung: bye I was drunkkkkkk 😳

miyoung: did I 🤮 at all?

miyoung: r u alive

miyoung: helloooooooo

A quiet sigh escaped your lips as you read it over. Either she couldn’t remember how upset she was in the car or she’s going to pretend like nothing at all happened.

God, what did you do?

“Y/n,” Jungkook grumbled tiredly, “Lay back down.”

“I should go,” You bit your lip nervously. If Miyoung forgot what happened last night then maybe she forgot about Jungkook asking you and won’t know you… slept with him. Fuck, were you a bad friend?

He dated your best friend and dumped her out of the blue making it obvious he wanted nothing to do with her and here you are letting him fuck you in the bathroom. What did that make you? You had a poor lapse of judgment last night, you acted out of character and hadn’t been behaving like yourself at all.

“Why?” He sat up suddenly, “You don’t work today, right? Why don’t we go grab breakfast—well, brunch.”

You looked down at him, unable to stop yourself from taking in his appearance. He had bed hair, no shirt on and his blanket draped over his waist. He failed to take off his jewelry last night so he still wears silver chain necklaces around his neck and leather bracelets. You couldn’t possibly spend time with him still. It wasn’t right, right?

Just as you were ready to give him your answer, your phone began to vibrate with an incoming call. You looked down at the screen and a picture of you and Miyoung displayed on the screen that had Jungkook huffing quietly and laying back down, close to giving up.

In all honesty, you weren’t in the mood to talk to her. It still bothered you by how harsh she was last night but there’s a chance she doesn’t even remember and… “Hello?”

“Tell me why I have a raging headache when I barely drank last night?” Miyoung said immediately once the call went through, “It’s your fault y’know for upsetting me.”

You couldn’t see her but she was walking on a treadmill in her apartment acting like everything was completely normal. Jungkook didn’t care for your conversation either but he was focused on the way you looked first thing in the morning.

You looked cute, undeniably cute with circles under your eyes and a disheveled appearance. You wore an oversized shirt of his so you wouldn’t have to sleep in such uncomfortable clothes and he loved it. You looked good in his clothes.

Without thinking, he sat up and pressed his lips to yours in a short and surprising kiss. You flinched back with confusion, nearly dropping your phone in the process but he backed away with a small smile. You tried to glare at him but you couldn’t stop from smiling and it annoyed you when he placed a gentle kiss against your neck that made you feel flustered. You almost forgot you were on the phone when he leaned in for a kiss again and one you would surely grant.

“But I forgive you,” Miyoung said suddenly.

“What?”

“I forgive you, I’m over it,” Miyoung said with a shrug you couldn’t see, “Our friendship means more to me than Jungkook and I know you would never do anything that you know would upset me so… it’s whatever. In the past.”

“Wait,” You held up a hand to Jungkook as you said it to the both of them, “When did I apologize?”

He stopped immediately, looking at you with concern as Miyoung went on, “I mean, we both know you were going to. I’m just letting you know it’s alright.”

“No, Miyoung, I wasn’t going to,” you couldn’t help but scoff, “I haven’t done anything wrong.”

Technically.

Jungkook raised his brows, surprised by your tone and a little turned on? Was that okay to say?

“I didn’t mean it like that, but you know… you were flirting with the guy who dumped me,” Miyoung said, “It’s fine, whatever, you want to flirt with Jungkook, I don’t care anymore I just thought I meant more to you as a friend.”

You didn’t say anything for a moment as you looked down at Jungkook who couldn’t seem to go more than a minute without attention. He had your free hand in his measuring your size difference and you released a sigh, “You know what, I’m kind of busy right now so I’ll call you later.”

Miyoung wasn’t able to get a word in before you ended the call, turning your attention to Jungkook, “You’re getting me in trouble, sir.”

“I’m terribly sorry,” he said, biting back a grin, “How should I make it up to you? Brunch?”

“You’re still thinking about that?” You asked with a slight laugh.

It was strange trying not to let your best friend’s feelings bring you down too.

“I’m hungry,” Jungkook said, hand on his toned stomach for detail.

“I don’t have clothes or, I don’t know, a toothbrush,” you couldn’t help but sound sarcastic, falling back on the bed with an arm on his chest.

“Don’t worry, I got you.”

In the end you caved to his incessant begging and found yourself dressed as casual as ever with an oversized tee and the skirt you wore last night clashing horribly. The only thing that had you regretting it was what stood [parked] in front of you.

“You’re not serious, are you?” You asked as you watched him walk up to you with a helmet in his hands, “I can’t get on that.”

“You can,” Jungkook said, putting it over your head, “I’m a very safe driver.”

“What about your car?” You asked nervously as he buckled[?] you into the head gear, “Can’t we just go in that.”

“We can but that won’t impress you,” Jungkook snorted a laugh as he got his own helmet on, “Come on Y/n, I won’t kill you, don’t worry.”

With a small sigh you nodded, letting him lead you to the bike and he swung a leg over to straddle it and patted the seat right behind him. Frankly, you didn’t care that you were in a skirt. You know that there’s an appropriate way for people in skirts to straddle something but you cared more about living so you straddled it the way he did. Jungkook couldn’t help but smile as he felt the softer touch of your hands on his waist and without saying a word, he pulled you into him suddenly. Your chest was pressed to his back and your arms snug around his waist.

“Atta girl, no time to be shy now,” he chuckled, feeling you smack his arm playfully.

If he were being honest, he liked this side of you. He’s never seen it before and it was breathtaking and enjoyable. Before when you were just classmates you were still stand offish from him and the only night he got you to open up was the first time he ran into you and met Miyoung. It was short lived and once he dated her, he rarely got to see you alone.

When he got back, you would barely even look at him yet whatever spurred last night’s events seemed to open up new possibilities for you two. You haven’t talked about what happened but he’s expecting it almost excitedly.

Jungkook’s hand ran up your thighs, securing you to him as he started up the motorcycle, feeling the smoothness of your leg and teasing the end of your skirt with a small tug, “Ready?”

He felt you squeeze harder before taking off.

The cafe was small and filled with warmth making this feel oddly close to a date… which is probably because it was? You’re still not sure how to take it.

“Did I really get you in trouble?” Jungkook asked as he cut his breakfast sandwich in half before doing the same with yours. When you looked at him he looked concerned by the notion. You didn’t have to ask to know what he was referring to and you couldn’t help but sigh, “Not really, sorry, it was more my fault than any—“

“Why though?” Jungkook cut you off, “Why is it always your fault? You can’t talk to me now?”

“You know we didn’t just talk,” you bit your lip nervously. You couldn’t meet his gaze and he didn’t like that.

He huffed in annoyance, “But she doesn’t know, or does she? I mean, what does it matter?”

“You dated. She’s my best friend and it bothers her, I already feel guilty for what happened last night—not that I regret it, don’t get me wrong but… well, it’s just confusing and it upsets her,” You rambled, still defending Miyoung even when she was slowly getting under your skin.

“We dated so long ago, it was such a short fling,” Jungkook said with a laugh as he went back to eating, “And she dumped me so why does it matter if you and I get together?”

“I don’t know, I just… she’s my best frie—wait, what did you say?” You met his stare suddenly making him set down his coffee cup to answer.

“She dumped me so why can’t you and I…” he stopped. Did you mean for him to repeat the part about being with you? Did you want him to say it again, maybe use the right words this time?

Why is he saying Miyoung dumped him? You remember the day exactly.

Miyoung called you while you were studying in the library late one night, not fully in tears but clearly under duress and she couldn’t stop herself from letting her emotions get to her. She went on to tell you how Jungkook dumped her suddenly over a phone call because he wasn’t interested anymore and was just using her or something.

You remember because you left the library to go comfort her and you almost ran into him on campus and he wouldn’t even look you in the eye…

He dumped her because he got bored, that’s why she asked you to stop talking to him. He was just like every other guy according to her and you owed her the promise to avoid him. It was you who introduced them anyway and…

Why is it that any guy you’ve ever thought you’ve liked would fall for her instead, only to dump her and in return make her ask you to not speak to them again?

Jungkook wasn’t the first so when she asked you to avoid him, it bothered you a little but you soon got over it and did as told.

You always do as told without questioning it.

“You broke up with her.”

He chuckled, shaking his head no, “I was going to but she beat me to it. I don’t know how honest you want me to be this early in the day.”

“Tell me,” you urged him on.

“I wanted to break up with her but I had this sick feeling that I wasn’t going to be able to talk to you as much anymore or it would be awkward so I stuck it out,” Jungkook said it with a shrug, “But then she dumped me and suddenly you won’t even look at me so it was worse for me, I guess.”

Your eyebrows stitched together with confusion, “What are you saying? Why did you care if I talked to you or not? You went for Miyoung the second you met her—“

“That’s not true, actually,” Jungkook confessed, deciding if you wanted honesty he would give it even if it embarrassed him, “I wanted you.”

“And when I met her, I was obviously there at the bar trying to talk to you but she kept butting in and next thing I know, you were off talking to Yoongi and ignoring me,” Jungkook went on, “To be honest, I was kind of insecure back then, like really insecure and I was trying to get you to notice me but everytime someone would cu—“

“Jungkook, stop, I just… no, you did not like me, you dated Miyoung,” You cut him off, fidgeting in your seat anxiously, “It’s fine, it’s in the past.”

“No it’s not fine and I asked how honest you wanted me to be and you told me to tell you so I’m going to,” Jungkook said more seriously, “I was insecure, alright? I had just moved to the city and I shared class with this pretty, incredibly smart girl who would barely give me any time of day. Honestly it was kind of depressing, I was kinda depressed at the time and I needed a boost to talk to you so I asked Miyoung and… she said you were into someone else so I was pretty bummed out. Then she’s kind of just everywhere and she actually tries to talk to me so when she asks me out, I say yes but I realize I still have to see you.”

“And I liked being around you even though I probably shouldn’t have because technically I was dating her at this point and I realized that I practically screwed up whatever chance I might have had with you,” Jungkook couldn’t stop himself anymore. He was saying whatever was on his mind, barely giving you time to process any of it before continuing, “Yes, I know it’s fucked up because whenever I thought it might work and I might catch real feelings for her, you would came around and they just went out the window. So it was getting harder and harder to keep pretending and I wanted to break up with her but I was worried you wouldn’t talk to me anymore.”

“She beat me to it and dumped me because she was bored and I was relieved, honestly, but then I see you on campus and you can’t even look at me anymore,” Jungkook cleared his throat, “Then life went on, I moved away, moved back, ran into you again and…”

“And what?” You asked breathlessly, lips dry and completely frozen in your seat.

He looked at you warmly, “I found you, everything just came back and I knew I didn’t want to lose you a second time. I wanted to ask you out the first night at the bar but you didn’t even want to talk to me so I tried again last night and you were so ready to blow me off when Miyoung came along. I don’t know what made you come back to the party and I don’t want you thinking I’m some sleazy guy who acts like that with just anyone. I was just… it was unexpected and I had been waiting years for something to happen between us.”

Suddenly, this didn’t feel like an easy brunch inside a warm and cozy cafe anymore. In all honesty, it felt a little suffocating now and you don’t know how to explain it, but you didn’t want to be here. So much has just been thrown at you and you don’t think you can handle it all.

What did he mean that he liked you first?

Why had Miyoung told him you were into someone else? You learned to stop sharing who you liked with her so long ago and had never once told her anything like that in school. Why couldn’t she just have asked you? Why did she ask him out after he made it known he wanted you?

You don’t care that he said yes, that really was in the past for you. Now you’re more focused on why someone who was supposed to be your best friend would act so sneaky? What did she gain from it?

Why did she lie and say he dumped her? Was it just so she can paint him as a villain and make you not want to talk to him anymore? Why would she do that?

“Y/n?” He called your name waiting for you to respond to him but you just sat there stunned, “I’m sorry, I know I was a piece of shit for dating her when I wanted you bu—Y/n.”

Your mind is filled with questions that you couldn’t answer and it was overwhelming. The cafe felt suddenly overwhelming and you just had to get out of there, so you did.

“Earth to Y/n, I don’t know how long you plan on ignoring the world but I know you’re not too busy with work to ignore your friends.”

Tacky, Taehyung was so very tacky leaving a concerning voicemail. Who left voicemails these days?

And he was being dramatic, he’s acting like you’ve fallen off the face of the Earth but that’s not true. You’ve just been holed up at either the office or your home for the past week, avoiding any call or text from anyone so you could be alone with your thoughts.

Alright it’s been over a week, almost two and maybe it is a little concerning but you’re telling yourself you’re just being dramatic.

“Y/n you better open the door before I break it down,” Taehyung’s muffled voice boomed from the other side of your front door and you begrudgingly went to let him in.

“Relax, I’m not dead,” You muttered under your breath as you let him in.

“Damn near!” Taehyung said loudly as he let himself through the door, “What is up with you? You haven’t responded to any text I was beginning to get worried.”

“Sorry,” you mumbled as you flopped down onto your couch, “I’ve just been tired.”

“Too tired to answer the phone?” Taehyung asked sitting down next to you, “Miyoung, I get. Ignore her all you want but me? What did I ever do to you? What’s up with you? I haven’t talked to you since the party. Did something happen?”

With a small sigh, you let your head rest against the back of the couch, “I slept with Jungkook.”

“Really?” Taehyung seemed genuinely surprised, “So fallout with Miyoung I’m assuming? Look, I personally don’t get why you try to make her happy but she’ll get over it. Did you like it? Like him?”

“Yes, I don’t know, I’m confused, I don’t know what to believe anymore,” you admitted, “And I feel so dumb because this shouldn’t be a big deal.”

“Alright well I need you to rewind and explain things better so my pea brain can handle it,” Taehyung made himself comfortable, “You’ve gone Ghost for over a week, I want to know why. Was it because of Jungkook? Miyoung? If you think sleeping with him makes you a bad friend the—“

“She’s a liar,” you cut in, “And it shouldn’t bother me so much because she’s my best friend but that’s why it bothers me, Tae. I’ve known her for so long, and I’ve always tried to be a good friend to her but it was never enough. So I tried harder and harder because who else would be there for me like her but… now that I’m looking back on it, I don’t think she’s ever cared about me as much as I care about her and it sucks, honestly.”

Taehyung wanted to tell you so many people cared about you but he wanted you to say whatever you needed to say first.

“You know what Jungkook said? He said Miyoung knew he apparently liked me before and still asked him out—and lied about how I felt about him,” You said, “And okay, why would I fight over a guy with my best friend but now that I’m thinking about it… it’s fucked up right? She lied that he dumped her and begged me to avoid him. You saw how she acted the other night just because he talked to me. What was that about?”

You weren’t going to go into full detail about the past because you owed Jungkook enough to not tell Taehyung about everything he said but he needed context.

“And I know it’s in the past so I should just move on but I can’t,” You admitted, “I still like him but if I… I get with him Miyoung would never let me forget that she dated him first, even if he liked me. It’s just all so confusing and overwhelming and it sucks that I’m letting it get to me like this but… it’s not fair.”

Once again, Taehyung didn’t say anything but he could tell you were feeling emotional by the way your voice began to shake.

“I like him, and not in the way I liked him before but I like this new him too, and it’s not fair that even if she lied or even if she snaps at me about shit that doesn’t matter, I will still feel guilty,” You finished.

“Y/n,” Taehyung cleared his throat, “Obviously I don’t know everything that happened back then but… I think that if you feel for him what he feels for you, it shouldn’t matter what she says. And honestly, I just… I wish you could see that there are so many people who care about you so much and you don’t have to put up with being belittled by someone who is supposed to be your best friend just because you have history. It doesn’t matter if it’s in the past, if it’s upsetting you now then clearly it still matters so don’t try to downplay your emotions.”

“But she’s my best friend,” your lip quivered.

“Then what am I?” He forced his lip to quiver as well.

“You’re my best friend too,” you sniffled.

Taehyung mimicked your expression, “Then as your best friend, I’m telling you to stop trying to make excuses for people who don’t treat you right—and go fix it with this guy.”

“Bu—“

“Y/n, I know you,” Taehyung sighed, “And I know that you’re not going to do anything if you think it upsets her but she doesn’t deserve a friend like you. You deserve to go be with whoever you want. I don’t care about what she says and at this point neither should you. I know that right now it’s confusing and you’re overwhelmed but if you’ve been ignoring me you’ve been ignoring him—I hope because if it’s just me that’s cold—and if the girl I had feelings for ghosted me… I’d be hurt.”

Jungkook was not hurt. He was… y'know, perfectly fine and that’s what he kept telling himself. It’s not like you made any real sign of feeling something for him too after hooking up and maybe that had just been a casual, one time thing. He can handle that, he’s grown.

Sure, he sort of spilled his damn heart out to you just for you to storm off on him and not reach out to him in days but he’s not bothered by it at all. That’s why when his two closest friends called Saturday night asking him to go clubbing… he said yes.

It was a chance to possibly let it go, forget it even, but it wasn’t easy. He was aware that he was possibly reading too into what happened the other night but could you blame him? You’re suddenly all about him and spend the night at his place where you wake up in his arms before going out to eat. It was like the perfect set up for a what if yet it went all wrong. Clearly it was his fault for being hopeful.

“So who else did you say is meeting us here?” Jungkook asked Hoseok for confirmation as he passed him a drink. The music played loudly in his eardrums that it was borderline painful and he wanted to leave more than anything but there was that stupid what if in his head.

“Jimin’s joining later on and so is Namjoon and his girl,” Hoseok said as he made sure everyone else had what they ordered, “Oh, and Y/n too, I think.”

“Y/n?” Jungkook tried clarifying. Hoseok smiled, “I know, it’s weird, Y/n seriously rarely comes out but all of a sudden she’s starting to more. I mean, lately she has, probably since around the time you got back?”

Jungkook let his friend go off to do whatever he wanted while he stood there seemingly frozen. Tonight would be the first time in days that he sees you—talks to you—and he’s not sure how to handle it. There’s nothing he can do about it either because he hasn’t confided in anyone yet but it’s painfully obvious that he’s waiting for you.

Yoongi noticed first, like he usually did, and tried talking to him, “What’s up with you? You’ve been antsy since the party, will you finally tell me where you ran off to?”

“Yeah man, don’t think we didn’t notice when you disappeared,” Jin said with a slight wink, “We just want to know with who.”

“Y/n.”

He could see you from the corner of his eye when you joined them at a table they had found. You came with Jimin by your side and a shy smile on your face. He assumed it was Hoseok who had screamed your name considering how he hogged your attention with a huge grin and Jungkook felt nervous all of a sudden.

As embarrassing as it was, Jungkook had nearly forgotten what he was asked until he looked back at Yoongi and Jin who looked at him expectantly. A nervous laugh escaped his lips as he shrugged, “Did you guys miss me too much?”

“Sneaky guy, don’t change the subject,” Jin laughed before letting Jungkook shift his attention back to you, making it painfully obvious where he was focused.

You felt a little nervous to be out tonight but after what you had talked about with Taehyung, you knew he was right. You acted strange with Jungkook after he opened up his side of things to you and it was plain wrong. Part of you isn’t even sure if he’s actually interested or not since he didn’t reach out to you this week and it made you wonder if he was really upset.

And if he was, would that mean that he didn’t want to speak to you?

“I need a drink,” you mumbled to yourself more than to the others but it made a good excuse to at least try. You looked at Jungkook for the first time since you got there and cleared your throat to awkwardly ask, “Jungkook, do you mind going with me?”

“Get me another, will ya?” Yoongi asked with a sudden wink that made Jungkook do a double take. Was he winking over the drink or him leaving with you?

He nodded his head in response and without question followed you to the bar once more. The bar was packed from all sides and Jungkook had to fight his way to the counter working as a barrier from people pushing at you. If he were to be honest, he wanted to skip the questions and get close to you again but he had to stay strong. He needed answers, right?

“Are we good?” Was the only thing he could think to ask.

You looked at him warmly, sitting down on the stool at the counter with him standing close to you, his hand itching to reach for you. Your lip caught between your teeth as you nodded, “Are we?”

For some reason he didn’t expect to be asked that back. It made him wonder if he thought you were. It was undeniably embarrassing to have you walk out on him like that after he thought it had been going good but did that mean he was truly upset with you?

“Yeah,” he nodded stiffly, blinking nervously and looking to the bartender who noticed them a while ago but had to attend to earlier customers first, “But uh, I guess I am just a little confused by it all. Did I do something to upset you? Was it what I said?”

“No, no, I’m sorry, it wasn’t you,” You blurted out, “It was me, I wasn’t thinking straight and I feel really bad about leaving like that.”

“Then why didn’t you just call or even text me?” Jungkook asked honestly, “I… I think that’s what bothered me the most.”

You looked down at your hands, “I'm sorry. I didn’t talk to anyone, seriously, and I did think about reaching out to you but I don’t know, I’m really bad at explaining things.”

“Well can you try? I know it was sudden but I thought it had been going good,” Jungkook said and the longer he tried getting to the bottom of this, the more annoyed he felt that you couldn’t just say it, “I think I’ve made it clear now how I feel about you and all I’m asking is for you to do the same.”

“I—yes,” you stumbled over your words, “I mean, I’m trying to be clear now but I’m doing a shit job at it. I did have a good time with you but it was honestly, really out of character for me to yknow… and then the whole Miyoung thing and I’m sorry but it was just a lot all at once. It’s definitely not fair to you that I acted that way, but I do have feelings for you.”

He let out a sigh, feeling unsure how to take it and stuck between wanting to smile in relief and wanting to be upset. You didn’t text him, nothing. How is that fair? He wanted to reach out to you but after the way you left he thought he would just make it worse if he kept bothering you. The bartender finally got to you two and he let you speak first as he tried gathering his thoughts a little more.

“But what does this mean?” Jungkook asked now, “I want you and you want me, right? So, what does this mean Y/n because right now I’m still confused by it all. If it’s because of Miyoung then—“

“No, it’s not, honestly,” You said, reaching for him, pinching the bottom of his shirt between your fingers to pull him toward you, “I don't care what she thinks anymore, I like you and I should have just said that from the beginning.”

The pull was harsh and had him looking down with his lips slightly parted in surprise, “Y/n, you’re not being fair.”

You knew it. You knew you probably ruined your chance now and coming to see him had just been a waste. You nearly let go of him when he continued, “You can’t ignore me and walk out on me and then just tell me you want me too, expecting everything to be fine.”

He had to be tough. He can’t just let it go even though you’re saying everything he wants to hear.

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” you said with a slight frown, “I can leave if you want me to.”

“Ugh,” he groaned, unable to help himself anymore as he closed the distance between you two. He circled an arm around you and pulled you into a hug, “Why would I want you to leave when I’ve been waiting for you to get here?”

“What?” You asked, hands finding his waist as he held you, “I thought you were mad.”

“I was,” Jungkook said, “So you don’t know how annoyed I am with myself right now. All it takes is for you to sweet talk me a bit and give me those eyes of yours for me to fold, that’s embarrassing.”

“Jungkook,” you said, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have walked out like that. I should have texted you and if you want to be mad, I get it. If you want to think it over an—“

“And what if I don’t?” He asked looking down at your pouty lips and glossy eyes, “What if I just want to let it go and be with you without any more problems? Can I do that?”

His tone was surprisingly firm and you couldn’t do anything but nod, “Okay.”

It didn’t change the fact that you still felt bad because it seemed like you were being let off the hook easily but what else could you do? Jungkook really did seem ready to move past it and that’s why you came here in the first place. You just hadn’t expected it to be so easy and it made you feel bad.

When your drinks were ready, you opened up a tab despite his protests to just put it on his and the two of you got back to the group like nothing had happened. There was still a lot that needed to be talked about before you told anyone about what happened but it’s not like they were all oblivious.

Jimin, for instance, had been keeping an eye on you two at the bar since you left and had seen the majority of your conversation but he didn’t bring it up. Instead he watched silently for your little glances in each other’s direction and shy smiles. It was obvious to Yoongi too that Jungkook was in a much better mood now than earlier and it wasn’t hard for him to figure out why.

Perhaps for the same reason you had suddenly started joining them more often, being more comfortable too.

It had been a slow start for the two of you after the night at the club. Neither one of you seemed to want to rush into things but at times there was a strong pull. Tonight was going to be your first official date but you were keeping that information to your friends until you figure out if this works or not.

Jungkook picked you up from your apartment and drove to a nice restaurant where the two of you sat for dinner. He was very attentive to you, making sure your glass was always full and all your needs met and it was a surprisingly good feeling to be taken care of this way. You’ve dated in the past but you can’t say you’ve always chosen the right ones. You had a tendency to lean toward the ones who were overly forward with you because in your mind there was no doubt they liked you.

At first it would be nice but then you would realize that it was more of a conquering feeling to them than actually wanting to be with you and you would be left heartbroken. That’s part of why you rarely put yourself out there.

Jungkook is different though, he always has been. When you first met him he was forward but aloof. You never expected him to actually like you because you couldn’t see the signs clearly and the way things turned out it just never worked. Now that he’s been back he’s almost like an entirely different person in the sense that he’s ready to go for what he wants and it’s sort of admirable.

If you had been able to do that back then maybe you would have had him sooner but there was no point in dwelling in the past. He was here now and so were you. Honestly, knowing that there's something that’s been brewing between you two for a long time made it easier to feel confident around him.

“Why are you so pretty?” Jungkook couldn’t help but ask even if his mouth was full. He was trying not to smile too as he said that.

“Oh my god,” You felt your face heat up, tempted to hide behind your hand. It took you a moment to think of a response and it was surprising for the both of you to hear you say, “Why are you?”

Jungkook cleared his throat awkwardly in hopes of not seeming too affected by your words. It didn’t work and he broke out into a grin, “I wasn’t expecting that.”

Dinner was filled with small flirting here and there. It’s crazy how well you and him seemed to get along when you stopped worry about other things. He made you smile, really smile and you made him feel giddy whenever he talked to you. He wanted to spend his night with you and nobody else.

“Are we going to meet with everyone else after this?” You asked as he pulled your chair out for you and you got up from the table. After some back and forth arguing, he eventually took care of the bill despite your protests and the night felt near its finish much to your disappointment.

It was the weekend and you’ve been trying to go out with your friends more and they had asked to meet up later—but both you and Jungkook had to tell them maybe.

“Do we have to?” He asked, taking your bag in one hand and holding yours with the other, “You think they’ll get a little suspicious if we’re both gone?”

You walked with him across the restaurant toward the entrance. You weren’t paying much attention to the people you passed, “I’m sure they know.”

Your response surprised him a bit and he couldn’t help but ask, “Really? Has it been that obvious?”

“Yeah, Jimin called me out on it the other night,” you shrugged, reaching for your bag to look for chapstick while he led you to the front. You couldn’t meet his eyes because you sensed where this was going.

“What’d he say?” Jungkook asked slowing his pace for you.

You blinked nervously, distracting yourself with your lipbalm as you tried sounding casual, “He asked why we were being so sneaky at the bar.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened slightly, opening the door for you as he said, “Damn, what did you say?”

“I said because we’re together.”

You tried being slick about it and slide past him without much attention but it was useless. He stood in front of you with a smile on his face, “Oh, we are? I don’t remember you clarifying that. Can you remind me when you asked me to be your man?”

“Oh god, don’t act like that,” you whined shyly.

“I’m sorry baby, I gotta hear you say it with your own words. What’d you tell him?” Jungkook blocked your path, hands finding your waist and keeping you from running. He liked making you flustered and you had no idea how you left him with a racing heart.

You pouted, looking at him seriously, “Jungkook.”

The two of you stood outside the restaurant looking like a playful couple that maybe had one too many drinks but it was all Jungkook’s fault. He wouldn’t let it go to rest and even had the nerve to smirk as he teasingly said, “That’s not how you say ‘Boyfriend’.”

“You’re ridiculous, we talked about this,” you said, focused on his chest to hide your embarrassment.

Jungkook just grinned mischievously, “What did you tell him?”

“I said you were my boyfriend,” you mumbled into his chest.

“Your what?” He asked trying to step back and get a good look at your face, “Come on baby, don’t get shy on me now.”

You whined, “Jung—“

“Your what?” He was laughing now, not caring for whoever might pass them and stare because he felt good. Too good to be affected by a stranger’s judgement.

“My boyfriend,” you sighed with embarrassment, “You heard me the first time, goof.”

“That’s what I thought, alright, you ready to go?” He asked with a chuckled as he took your hand in his ready to walk with you to the car.

“Y/n?”

You both stopped in your step, wondering if it really was your name you had heard. You looked back toward the rest, eyes threatening to widen with surprise as you looked at the person who stood at the entrance. She was with a group of people all headed inside but when she saw you, she stopped.

“Miyoung, hey,” You cleared your throat awkwardly, your demeanor changing completely.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” She asked as her eyes trailed behind you where Jungkook was looking at you with worry and confusion. He wanted to make sure everything would be alright, knowing how Miyoung would react. He didn’t want your good night to be ruined over something petty.

“What do you mean? I’m uh, I was just having dinner,” you said stiffly, looking back at Jungkook which proved to be a mistake because it seemed to solidify his presence to her.

“With jungkook?” She asked with a snappy tone. Miyoung shooed away her friends, telling them to go in without her as she approached you.

“Yeah.”

“Why?” Her brow arched with amusement, clearly ticked off and in disbelief by what she saw before her. Like usual, the situation seemed much worse than it really was.

It was time for you to be up front. What’s the point in putting yourself out there and letting yourself open up to him if you wouldn’t have the courage to make it known? You swallowed dryly, “Because we’re… dating.”

Jungkook had stepped back from the situation, not wanting to worsen it so he stood off by a light post not too far for a smoke break. He tried distracting himself with lighting his cigarette but he couldn’t help but freeze up when you said that. It brought a shy smile to his face as he waited for you to finish.

“No, you’re not,” Miyoung scoffed looking back at Jungkook as if betrayed by him too. You blinked with confusion, what did she mean you’re not? Did she expect you to be joking or back down? “We are.”

Miyoung stood in front of you now, slightly taller, “Y/n, you’ve been ignoring me for weeks and now you’re saying you’re dating my ex boyfriend? What kind of friend are you?”

This time it was you who scoffed lightly, looking away from her to try and process what you would say but you had spent too much time already trying to think it over, “The thing is, um, I’ve been kind of wondering the same about you.”

“Me?” She looked down at you genuinely taken back, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

You swallowed the lump that formed in your throat and tried to gather the courage to just say it. You could feel Jungkook around, listening but giving you space and it was like a push start for you to say what was really on your mind, “I’m just tired of feeling like I’m the only one who puts effort into being friends and I don’t see the point in always fighting. We’re not together, we don’t have to be friends if it always has to be some sort of argument. It’s getting tiring at this point and I think maybe it’s best we just distance ourselves from each other.”

“You’re kidding, right? I’m like the only person who really cares about you, Y/n. Don’t act stupid.”

Although that made Jungkook want to intervene and tell her how very wrong she was, he didn’t. He didn’t want to speak for you. He knew you could speak for yourself and he should let you, even if he was itching to cut in.

“No, I don’t think you are. I know you think you are so you always tell me you are, but you’re not. People like me for me and not just because I’m friends with you,” you said coldly and your tone was definitive it left her speechless. It had to be one of the first times you were ever remotely close to snappy with her and she didn’t expect it.

“I know it’s hard for you to think of me as my own person but I don’t have to do what you want,” You said, “And I think you only boss me around and act sneaky behind my back because you’re threatened by me.”

She opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. What you said left her rendered quiet. You waited too, waited to see if she would tell you to stand down but she didn’t and you didn’t give her time too, “ But I think I should go, I don’t want to bother your dinner any longer—and uh, maybe we just shouldn’t contact each other anymore.”

Jungkook had forgotten about his smoke break, jaw nearly to the floor at how confident you sounded. It was obvious you had never spoken to Miyoung that way but she couldn’t even deny what you said. You did it so casually and like you couldn’t care less which made you seem mature compared to Miyoung’s tantrums.

“Why was that kind of hot?” Jungkook asked as you finally reached him under the light post. Miyoung had stormed off with an evil glare that he ignored telling you how “You’re done”.

He looked down at you with hazed eyes, amazed and enamored. You scrunch your face curiously, “What was?”

“You, right now,” He chuckled, reaching for your hand in his, “Kind of scary too. Remind me not to get on your bad side.”

“You’re exaggerating,” you tried to laugh it off, “I wasn’t mean, was I?”

It was so dumb of you to still be worried about it but you couldn’t help it.

“No, you were calm and casual but that was so scary,” Jungkook gasped dramatically, “Because I know you were mad at her—… it was mean but only a little and so very very hot, and you’re doing all this in that dress…”

Without meaning to be, Jungkook was sort of like your hype man. You were worried about being too harsh, you still are, but he made you feel better about it. Part of you will never not feel in the wrong for being with Jungkook but you’ve gotten the rest off your chest and it felt good. Maybe you were a bit mean or maybe you weren’t, you could never be entirely sure but Jungkook seemed to be on your side no matter what.

“You like my dress?” You asked him with a teasing smile as he held the car door open for you.

“I really do,” he played with his lip ring, looking down at you.

“Then take it off me.”

“Oh fuck,” Jungkook whispered to himself as he looked around the parking lot, “Here?”

You broke out into a laugh as you sat down. Your words got to him easier than you thought and he sighed, “You can’t say that shit to me, Y/n. I’ll actually do it.”

“Let’s go back to my place and see if you can keep your word then,” you told him, watching him close the door with a tense jaw just thinking about it.

You can’t do this to him. You can’t be shy and cute one second and then act like that. You can’t. That’s not fair to him. How is he supposed to not be affected when you say things that get his heart racing while looking so cute? Was this what it would be like dating you? Just constantly caught by surprise?

He did like the way you stood up for yourself. He liked that you spoke your mind more freely than before and he takes joy in hearing you flirt back. In the beginning it felt like he was the one always trying to get you to talk to him or notice him and now you’re saying things that make his head dizzy.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, yknow?” Jungkook asked after the painfully long car ride back to your apartment. He was removing his coat as you sat on the edge of your bed to undo your shoes.

You let out an amused laugh, “What do you mean?”

“I mean… you act all shy and innocent and then you say shit that…” Jungkook let out a groan, “I can’t explain it, you just drive me crazy.”

“In a good way or bad way?” You asked, following him with your eyes as he closed the space between you two until he was at the end of the bed standing in front of you.

“A good way,” he said softly, “I’m finding more sides of you I’ve never seen.”

“And you like it?” You asked shyly, feeling his hands curl around your jaw.

“I do, a lot,” he confessed brushing his lips against yours, “I don't know what I would’ve done if I lost my chance with you again.”

::.

NO PART TWO

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this is SOOOOO SO CUTE i was giggling kicking my feet while reading author ily 🥰

10 Things I Hate About You ── jungkook.

summary ── y/n and hanni’s mom stood by one rule and one rule only: no dating during high school and college. It wasn't until she set another rule—no dating until y/n dates— that hanni unintentionally pulls some strings to have her sister date none other than, jeon jungkook, the man who every girl f*cks and all the boys fight with.

genre ── bet au, college!au

pairing ── f*ckboy!jungkook x (fem) reader

note ── taehyung will be basically the bad guy here… this is fictional work so please don’t think this is how i see taehyung either. this does not showcase how taehyung is in real life THIS WORK IS FICTION

(also, word count is 20k+ 🥲)

You were a killer.

You killed someone. Well, you killed something to be more specific.

You looked down at your foot at hearing the nasty crunch of what seemed to be a snail, tears starting to well up at your eyes once you noticed you had killed an animal. Such a slimy and very slow animal.

You tentatively grabbed a leaf from a tree not so far from you, grabbing the snail with it before moving it away. God, you killed nature! Well, a part of nature. But it was still nature!

“Stupid,” you mumbled, wiping your tears away with the palm of your hand as you glared at the squished corpse. “I have to hurry to school now.”

Placing the snail on the dirt, you headed towards your car, sighing as you remembered you were heading to school… your obnoxious, annoying school. You would’ve chosen to drop out but you also wanted to have a degree and then move out of your house to get away from your mom and sister. They didn’t need you and you didn’t need them if they didn’t try to talk to you.

You drove to school, bumping loud music to get rid of the tiredness consuming your body. You ignored the looks you had received from the group of girl’s—they stopped next to your car—your sister, Hanni, hung out with, their music—which was much more different than yours—playing in the radio.

“Brought you coffee,” your close friend, Nali, greeted you as soon as she spotted your car driving ahead, having heard someone cursing you out for almost running them over. In your defense, they didn’t want to move out of the way. “Figured you’d need it.”

“Thank you,” you sighed in relief, your cold hands meeting the warmth of the cup. You locked your car behind you once your feet landed on the cement floor, a sigh of relief escaping your lips as the warmth coursed through your body. “You’re a lifesaver. My day was not starting well.”

“Don’t tell me,” Nali started, a ghost of a smile spread on her lips, “you helped an old lady cross the street and she cursed you out.”

“I stepped on a snail,” you mumbled, looking away from your dear friend who was taken aback at your words. “It was horrible. I should’ve been able to see it!”

“I love you so much,” Nali chuckled at your reaction before placing a hand on your arm, leading you away from the people starting to head your way. “Your fans would freak out if they saw you this way. Such a softy and very, very sensitive.”

“Pfft, they’ll love me regardless,” you rolled your eyes, though a smile was on your face. You continued to smile and wave at the girl’s who waved at you. “I’m more surprised at the fact that they admire me. I don’t even do anything.”

“I guess punching a creep gains you a reputation and calling him and the school out for it,” Nali shrugged as it was the most obvious thing. You hummed. “Come on, these girls, they need a role model like you. It’s no surprise they look up to you.”

“Hmm, I’ll gladly take the small fame,” you said before staring over your shoulder at the girls not so far from you, “if they stop following me everywhere I go. I have my writing class coming up.”

“Ah, your favorite class,” your raven-haired friend teased you, shoulder nudging yours. You couldn’t help but let a chuckle escape your lips. “I’m telling you, though, Mr. Kim is out to get you because he literally kicked you out for participating too much.”

“He expects everyone to just keep their mouths shut and not speak at all at this point,” you shook your head, sighing in an annoyed matter at coming to think of the 28-year-old professor, Kim Namjoon. “I breathe and he’ll kick me out.”

As you walked towards your class, you eyed your sister close to a face you knew so well and despised with your entire being. You pretended not to have seen them, but Taehyung knew you had so he wrapped an arm around your poor sister’s shoulder, bringing her closer to him as he gave you a smug smirk. You rolled your eyes, ignoring him.

You sat down on a desk close to Mr. Kim, who always wore a stern look. He wasn’t always like this, but the students from the year before failed him and he had to be stricter so everyone could learn. You didn’t care but you hated when he made you guys do presentations without warning and pair you with other students you didn’t get along with. He did a bad thing pairing you up with Taehyung, especially when you two couldn’t stop bickering in class.

You just couldn’t understand why now that you didn’t associate with him, he had to be everywhere you turned. Everywhere. You hated it and you hated him.

It wasn’t long before you headed home, reading the book assigned to you by Mr. Kim. You found it a bit boring, but you knew you would eventually come to a good part that would leave you a bit starstruck at the plot. You continued reading.

“I’m surprised you’re not out there making boys cry.”

You snickered out of amusement at your mother’s words. You glanced at your phone. “I’ll got outside in a bit. It’s barely 5 in the afternoon.”

Your mom shook her head at your words before going through her phone, answering emails. You two heard the door opening and then did Hanni come towards you two, kissing your mom on the cheek as a greeting.

“Hi, Mom.”

“Hi, Han,” your mom greeted, feeling happy at knowing that her two daughters were now home. You sighed and eyed your sister’s rather happy expression.

“Where have you been?” You softly asked, arching an eyebrow. Hanni glared at you because of that, cursing you in her head.

“Nowhere,” she easily lied.

“I don’t know why you hang out with Taehyung when he’s clearly targeting you because you’re naive,” you stated, crossing your arms over your chest since you knew full well as to what he was doing.

“Taehyung? Who is that?” Your mom now asked, interested in the conversation between you two.

“It’s just some boy, Mom,” Hanni groaned, knowing at the lecture that was coming ahead. “It’s not a big deal.”

“It’s not big deal until he’s asking you to sleep with him,” your mom placed her hands on either side of Hanni’s arms, making her sit on the couch. “We have talked about this. Number one, no dating till you graduate both high school and college. Number two, no dating until you get your degrees.”

“Yeah, but that’s an unfair rule, Mom,” Hanni whined, groaning as she slumped on the couch beside you. “It’s not fair for me.”

“Yeah, well, you know what’s unfair?” Your mom questioned, sitting in the chair beside the couch you two were sitting on. “I delivered twin babies to a 16-year-old girl. I don’t shame teen pregnancy nor do I encourage it, but the poor girl had no support from neither of her parents. A child was with children and the poor girl didn’t know what to do. That’s unfair. I’m giving you two the chance to get your degree all while I’m supporting you financially.”

“Yeah, and we appreciate what you’re doing Hanni said, “but we both need to experience things out there that doesn’t involve you freaking out because you’re scared we’re going to get pregnant. We’re both smart enough not to do that. But, I’m the only girl in school that is not dating or seeing anyone.”

“No, you’re not,” your mom waved her worries off. “Your sister doesn’t date.”

“And I don’t intend to,” you shrugged her words off. “And it’s not true about you being the only girl. There are so many people that haven’t been asked out or dated anyone.”

“And why is that?”

“All the guys at school are missing braincells that prevent them from understand girl’s feelings or human beings feelings,” you started to rant, “or are such assholes that think they can get anyone but actually can’t.”

“Who even are you?” Hanni turned to look at you, frowning as she processed your words. “At this point, you were found under a bridge.”

“It’s better than thinking that everything is about me,” you retorted back, a scoff escaping your lips. Your mom cleared her throat to stop you two from arguing any further, and you two eyed the way she lit up with an idea.

“Here’s how we can resolve this issue,” she started, glancing between the two of you. “We’re dropping the old rule and we’re creating a new one. New rule, Hanni, you can date,” your sister lit up next, “when,” her mood dropped at the word as your mom gestured to you, “she does.”

You snorted at the words and the way your mom seemed impressed at herself for coming up with that rule. Hanni didn’t seem to like that idea, but you didn’t really care as you started to walk towards your room.

“She’s never going to date!” Hanni exclaimed.

“Good, then you can stay single,” your mom smiled sarcastically at her youngest daughter as you now minded your business, heading to your room. After all, you didn’t want to deal with Hanni’s arguing.

The day after the next day, you were at school, eating lunch with Nali at the cafeteria your uni had. You two sat by a table with other students, but you couldn’t help but feel curious once you saw that someone you knew went to go talk to Taehyung who was sitting on a separate table away from everyone.

“We need to talk.”

“Jimin, we haven’t talked in so long, and I still don’t want to,” Taehyung told his old friend, not daring to look at him. He was too entranced on the dating app he was going through, swiping left and right. “What do you want?”

“We need to talk money wise,” Jimin shrugged and Taehyung gave him a confused look.

“I’m sorry but don’t you have money?” He questioned, remembering full well how Jimin and his own mansion not so far from the school since he inherited it from his grandfather.

“This is not about me,” Jimin placed a hand on his chest. “This is about you and I know you will most likely agree to what I have to say so just give me a chance to do so.”

Taehyung hummed. “Talk then.”

“You want Hanni, right?” Jimin questioned, playing with the cards Taehyung had discarded next to his hands. “Well, I just found out that Hanni can’t date until Y/n does, but no one wants to go out with her, right?”

“Yeah, I agree. What does that have to do with anything?”

“I think you need to find someone suitable for Y/n so you can be able to get the girl of your dreams,” Jimin continued, twisting his rings around his fingers. “Hire a guy. Hire a guy who knows girls very well.”

Jimin gestured towards the table Jungkook sat by, a girl on his lap while other girls talked go him. Thankfully, you were farther from him so you didn’t get to see the type of guy he actually was (you knew, though).

“Jeon Jungkook?” Taehyung questioned. “I heard he got multiple girls pregnant.”

“Hey, that’s what they all say, though, right?” Jimin nudged him, raising his brows to display he was obviously serious about everything else. “Clearly, though, he’s the guy you need.”

“What’s in it for you?” Taehyung asked.

“You let me host the party this year all while I set up a room for you and whoever you want to bring,” Jimin shrugged as if it was nothing and Taehyung curtly hummed, clearing his throat.

“I’ll think about it and I’ll let you know what I decide.”

Jimin nodded and walked away, heading towards his own table where Yujun, his younger brother and the guy in love with Hanni, patiently waited.

“Don’t get him involved,” Yujun hissed out, glaring at Taehyung’s side profile.

“Calm down, Yujun,” Jimin raised a hand, grabbing a fry he needed to desperately eat. “We let Taehyung pretend he’s the one in charge of all of this so while he’s doing all the work, you’re getting closer to Hanni.”

“Hyung, I never underestimated you,” Yujun commented, giving his brother a thumbs up before walking away with his drink, leaving his brother alone.

And Jimin watched with satisfaction as Taehyung texted him not even a day later with news he agreed on the plan. He and Yujun patiently watched as he ran towards Jungkook who was just finished making out with a girl on his lap.

“Hey,” Taehyung greeted, eyeing the tattooed guy. “How you doing?” Jungkook didn’t answer. “Um, I saw an amazing documentary about babies.”

“What?” Jungkook asked with a baffled expression. “What are you talking about?”

“Um, nothing,” Taehyung shook his head before sitting down next to him on the chair. He gestured towards you talking with Nali. “See the one reading?”

Jungkook nodded. “Yeah.”

“That’s Kim Y/n,” Taehyung continued on. “I want you to go out with her.”

Jungkook immediately laughed, not taking him serious until he realized that the handsome man was in fact not laughing. “Really?”

“Look, there’s this whole thing about me dating her sister and—”

“Whatever touching story you’re about to say,” Jungkook breathed out, “I don’t care. It’s none of my business.”

“I’m going to pay you.”

Jungkook was chuckling at this point. Was this really real? Or was he dreaming? Because not so long ago his lips were on another person’s own. He couldn’t even think about taking some girl out and actually being with her

“You’re going to pay me to take out someone I do not have a single clue about?” He mused out and Taehyung hummed childishly. “Hmm, how much?”

“$100,” Taehyung said. “I can give you more if you want.”

The two of them, though, heard a groan and they turned to look your way where a guy was holding onto his stomach, your eyes glaring through his head. Your best friend next to you was simply laughing, dramatically clapping at what you did.

“Hmm…” Jungkook hummed, frowning at the sight and Taehyung winced, sighing.

“Fine, $150,” he recanted his statement, having felt bad for the guy since—if he agreed—he will be dealing with you.

“Don’t I have to take her on dates?” Jungkook suggested, coughing a little as he sat up straight and Taehyung eyed his tattooed arm, noticing that he flexed his arm on purpose. “Shouldn’t it be more?”

“Take it or leave it, Jeon.”

Jungkook lightly groaned. “Fine. Give me the money.”

“First we need to see your performance,” Taehyung said, moving aside to let Jungkook pass through. He sighed and walked forward, heading your way while he ignored some of the girls he had hooked up with. He saw your raven-haired friend stand up to go throw her trash away and he took it as his perfect opportunity once he saw you stand up.

“Hey.”

You looked up at the source of sound and frowned as you saw someone you don’t talk to but knew of. “Hi?”

“How are you doing?” He sheepishly smiled, leaning against the table. You looked around, almost as if looking for some explanation and shrugged.

“Sweating like I just ran a thousand miles, this heat is not it,” you honestly responded, ignoring the way your body felt warm under his gaze. But you were pretty sure it was from the heat.

You heard him let out a quiet snort. “Way to make an impression,” he teased. But you looked at him through hooded eyes, still confused as to why he was talking to you. You looked over your shoulder and saw Nali frozen in her spot as she eyed you talking to a guy.

“Well, I definitely made a good impression if you’re talking to me,” you gave him a fake smile, one that you hoped he noticed so he could take a hint you didn’t want to talk to him.

Jungkook slightly chuckled at your words, walking along with you as you walked. “I’ll pick you up Friday, then?”

“Oh, yeah, me, going out on a Friday,” you sarcastically commented, shaking your head as your chest moved up and down from the fact you found it funny being seen out on a Friday since it was your lazy day.

“Or, you know,” Jungkook looked at the floor, hands in his pockets, “I can show you special places you’ve never seen and been in.”

“Oh, like how you show every other girl you hook up with?” You gave him a pointed look and he stayed quiet at the call out. No one said that to his face, just behind his back. “Listen, Jeon, you’re not gonna get inside my pants. Give up, okay?”

“Mmm, I don’t think so, pretty.”

“Alright, what’s my name then?” You crossed your arms as you now stood closer to him, shoes bumping against each other.

“I know a lot more than you think I do,” he smirked, leaning his face slightly closer to yours. You stood in your place, not wavering and huffed.

“Give up. Do not try to talk to me again.”

You walked away and left him behind you, ignoring the way you could still feel his gaze on the back of your head. Nali spared him a look and he waved at her, turning around to leave himself.

“Now, why was Jeon Jungkook talking to you?” She asked.

“I don’t know and I don’t want to know.”

It was still questionable as to why he chose to talk to you out of every other girl he knew. The frustration of not knowing caused you to get into some petty argument with Hanni and in your defense, she was being such a bitch at aiming her attacks at your mom because your dad left. You berated her for such thinking but you knew despite anything you shared or stated, she and your mom would turn on you.

Because of the new changes in your life, you started getting stressed. It wasn’t a good idea, but you decided to get rid of that feeling by buying books you have heard about and wanted to give it a read.

“Interesting car.”

You didn’t even have to look up from the book you were inspecting to know that it was Jungkook.

“Are you following me?” You asked, raising an eyebrow before going back to reading the plot of the book. He gestured towards the supermarket across the book store and then gestured towards some nearby apartments.

“No, I was in the store and when I was heading home I saw you,” he responded, raising the bag in his hand to show you he was speaking the truths. You nodded and he leaned against your car, taking note of your cute outfit. “You look pretty.”

“Do I not do so every day?” He could hear the slight teasing tone in your voice. When you looked at him, he couldn’t help but swipe his tongue over his lips, slightly starting to nibble on them. He eyed your glossy lips and God did they look so soft.

“You’re not attracted to me, are you?” He asked and you almost laughed in his face.

“No, why should I?” You shrugged, making him move aside so you could put your things inside. You eyed the building and then at him. “Do you want a little ride…?”

He gasped dramatically and placed his hand on his chest. “Little ol’ me?”

You rolled your eyes. “Never mind and to think I wanted to be a bit nice to you.”

“I’m kidding, dummy,” he said, throwing you a grin. “Thank you for offering. I’m sure it was so, so hard for you.”

“Shut u—Wait!” He automatically froze at your sudden outburst and your hands were hovering in front of you, preventing him from walking. “Geez, you almost stepped on a roly-poly.”

Jungkook was pretty much left speechless at the sudden act of yours. He didn’t think he’d be able to see this soft side of yours for animals rather quickly. He assumed it would take a while to bring down that hard exterior.

“How did you even notice that?” He asked him and you could only sigh rather loudly at his words. “I’m sorry for almost stepping on it.”

“You better,” you said, standing up and gesturing for him to get inside. “Come on. Let’s go.”

Jungkook headed inside and as soon as you were heading inside, too, a car parked right next to yours. You turned to look since they were close to hitting you and groaned at coming to see Taehyung.

“What the hell?” You cursed, turning to face him. “You almost hit me, you shitface.”

“Good.”

Taehyung got out of his car and went around, coming face to face with you. He was smug and you were glaring at him like you normally do.

“Leave me the fuck alone, Taehyung,” you spat out, opening your car door but he shook his head, finding your reaction funny.

“No, I’m okay,” he chuckled before turning to look at Jungkook who pretended not to notice him. “So, you’re becoming Jeon’s new toy, huh?”

“Yeah, Taehyung, totally,” you put a foot inside, ignoring him at this point since you knew you would just get angry at every nonsense he spewed.

“Good, maybe he can’t do something about that uptight personal—”

He didn’t get a word in before you punched him in the stomach, taking away his breath. He groaned, leaning down to clutch onto his stomach, and you sighed, getting inside the car. Jungkook simply laughed a little.

“We never talk about this.”

And he indeed did talk about it. But not with girls or anyone but rather with Jimin and Yujun, who immediately went out of their way to help him… considering they’re the ones who planned everything.

“We can help you out,” Yujun firmly stated, though the hard exterior he tried to show diminished once Jungkook gave him one simple look.

“Why should I receive your help?” Jungkook asked, sketching out the painting his art teacher assigned.

“Well, my brother here,” Jimin leaned, patting his younger brother’s chest, “is in love with her sister, Hanni.”

“Is everyone in love with her or something?” Jungkook scoffed, letting out a laugh. “It’s crazy as to how far you’re going for this chick.”

“Unlike Taehyung, Yujun is actually in love with Hanni,” Jimin continued, ignoring the way his brother tried adding some commentary. “Taehyung just wants to sleep with her.”

“I don’t care,” Jungkook breathed out, hearing the two follow him as he moved away to grab more utensils. “Look, I’m in it for the cash. I don’t entirely care who Taehyung fucks.”

“As if,” Yujun retorted sarcastically, hating the picture Jungkook basically depicted.

“Jungkook, we set up the whole entire thing so Yujun can get Hanni,” Jimin explained. “Taehyung is just a side character in all of this, we just made him think he has the upper hand.”

“You two actually created the plan?” Jungkook raised an eyebrow, stopping in his tracks as he stared at the two in shock. The siblings nodded enthusiastically and Jungkook let out his usual snort. “As long as you two help me with her. She hates my guts.”

“We will, we will,” Jimin nodded, sticking out his hand to grip Jungkook’s. Although, he simply grabbed it and Jungkook gripped it rather tightly until he winced in pain. “We’ll do the research and we’ll just found out what she likes so you have an idea on what you can do to win her. We’re basically your computer guys.”

“Don’t make us hack into things please,” Yujun softly pleaded, gulping nervously and Jungkook simply threw him a confused look.

“We have a perfect place where you can take her,” Jimin immediately piped in, showing Jungkook the story of the Instagram account that planned parties. “Jung Mihi is having a party. You can take her there. It will be perfect.”

“For?”

“For you to actually go out with her?” Jimin frowned, wondering if it was not obvious as to what he was hinting. He flicked Jungkook’s forehead out of bravery. “Get your head in the game, Jeon. This is serious.”

“I’m paying attention, oh, my God.”

“You need to take her to this.”

“Alright, alright, I will. Now leave me alone until you give me something useful.”

“Do we have to be here?”

Yujun was glancing around the small house party with a disgusted look, Jimin leading him towards where he heard Jungkook was by.

“He’s here!” Jimin yelled at his little brother over his shoulder, who simply groaned but still followed after him.

People greeted Jimin here and there but Yujun was too focused on just talking to Jungkook and getting out of there. After all, he was too eager to make sure he was studying for the language Hanni needed help in.

“He’s over there,” someone gestured towards a couple making out and Yujun spotted the inked arm. Yeah, this was a bad idea. He wouldn’t be too surprised if you denied the idea of dating him because he slept with half of the girls from uni.

“Thanks, man,” Jimin patted the guy on the back and he and Yujun walked towards Jungkook who had a girl on his lap, heads moving side to side to keep up with one another.

Yujun cleared his throat and Jungkook simply held a finger up, signaling the two to wait. But Jimin tapped the girl on the shoulder and then did that made her stop.

“What?” She snapped. Jimin simply gave her a sarcastic smile, his thumb being thrown over his shoulder to gesture his next words.

“Leave,” she raised an eyebrow, “or else I will literally shave your hair right now, I am not kidding.” She seemed to take his threat to heart because Jungkook started glaring at him when the girl stood up. He continued keeping his stare on Jimin while the girl left towards where Jimin was previously gesturing. “Yeah, walk away. Walk away.”

Jungkook sighed and stood up, heading towards the kitchen. He ignored the brothers because he knew why they were there. After all, they wouldn’t stop leaving him alone and followed him everywhere to remind him of the plan that they had created.

“What do you got?” He questioned them as they indeed followed him. He turned around to face them, placing the brim of the cup on his lips to savor the taste of the drink. Yujun lightly gulped at the way he was so cool and stoic.

“Well, he got insight into a very cool girl who is definitely way out of your league,” Jimin simply shrugged as if the words he just said were definitely not going to get him punched. Jungkook could only snort at the bluntness, though. “Also, should you be drinking when you have someone at home?”

“What?” Jungkook gave him a confused expression, brows furrowed. Jimin simply waved him off, shaking his head.

“Nothing, nothing.”

Yujun gave his older brother a look before he, too, shook his head, taking out his phone to look at the notes he had written down. “Alright, well first,” Yujun grabbed Jungkook’s cigarette out of his hand, “Y/n hates smokers.”

“So, you’re telling me I’m a non-smoker?” He questioned and the two nodded. He hummed and continued drinking. “That’s fine.”

Jimin nodded. “Just for now.”

“And here’s another problem,” Yujun started, glancing at his older brother before looking at Jungkook. “Hanni said that Y/n likes pretty guys.”

There was a moment of silence and Jungkook jerked his head to look towards him, a perplexed look on his face. He looked at Jimin, almost as if he was making sure he heard the youngest right.

“Are you telling me I’m not a pretty guy?” He asked, a bit hurt by the choice of words.

“You’re very pretty!” Jimin nervously chuckled because although Jungkook was two years younger than him, he knew that the boy boxed almost everyday in the gym close to his house. “This is a gorgeous guy.”

“Yeah, I just—” Yujun immediately spluttered out words defending himself. “I just wasn’t sure. I didn’t know.”

Jungkook squinted his eyes, drinking from the cup he had in his hand. “Continue.”

“Alright,” Yujun rapidly nodded, wanting to get out of the situation. “Here’s this.” He then took out a piece of paper. “She likes milkshakes and hot dogs, feminist prose and angry girl music of the indie rock persuasion—I don’t know what that means—and here’s a list of vinyl records she has in her room.”

Jungkook sniffed and got the paper handed to him, eyeing the words written down. “You know… you have a phone. You could’ve taken pictures or searched up their music.”

“Well, that’s your job now!” Yujun grinned, sending him a thumbs up.

“Is that all she likes?” Jungkook asked, frowning confusedly. “She doesn’t like more?”

“She likes going to concerts,” Jimin replied, glancing at the paper. “She’s going to Moon 7 tomorrow night, her favorite band is playing there.”

“I can’t be seen at Moon 7, alright?” Jungkook curtly chuckled, shaking his head. “I’ve slept with half of the girls there and they’re all pretty mad at me for sleeping around.”

“But y/n will be there,” Yujun urged. “She’s got tickets.”

“Ignore your girl issues and actually hang out with a girl who doesn’t want to have sex with you, you jerk,” Jimin raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest. Though, his shoulders slumped when Jungkook gave him a deadpan look.

“Fine, fine!” Jungkook groaned. “I’ll fucking go tomorrow. But if anything happens, I’m coming to your house and placing a pillow over your head until you die.”

Jimin stared at his brother, gulping at the threat. Jungkook left but Jimin was nervously laughing, calling out to him, “You’re not going to actually do that, right?”

Jungkook simply waved because now he has to find a way to get into the club. It was a prestigious club so for you to get tickets, it would’ve cost a fortune. But he sighed, he needed to get inside and he thought back on his flings, remembering someone who had access to that.

It didn’t take long for Jungkook to go through his contacts to find the number he was looking for. He called and was a a bit shaken up when he immediately got yelled at by the woman over the phone.

“Now you call me?” She yelled and he sighed, rolling his eyes. “I’ve been waiting for a stupid call of yours after you left me.”

“I told you it was a no strings attached,” he said as if it was the most obvious thing and it was, because one thing about Jungkook is he never gets attached to any girl. “Anyway, I need a favor.”

“No.”

“Come on,” he whined childishly. “This is urgent.”

“Why should I?”

“Ugh, I fell for this girl and I want to go inside Moon 7 to see her because I’m trying to impress her,” Jungkook half lied through his gritted teeth. The girl on the other end stayed quiet and she groaned after a few seconds.

“I wanted to say no but it’s cute,” she breathed out and Jungkook crossed his fingers, hoping she would agree. “Fine. I’ll get you on the list but after this, erase my number.”

“Got it.”

And that’s how Jungkook ended up in a club filled with girls. He eyed the banner on the side of the entrance, reading it in his head; Girls Night with free food, drinks, and music. He sighed and hoped there would be at least some partners that were men or identified as such, knowing that if he was alone there, either he would get teased or the women he slept with would secretly kill him.

He passed by the long, narrow hallway leading to the place where music was bouncing off the walls, shaking the floor. He could see a couple of girls surprised to see him there but other than that, no other girl noticed his presence—he was thankful for that.

He walked inside even more and he looked around, trying to find you among the crowd of people dancing to the music being played. He almost gave up but he quickly found you with the friend you were always with, slightly swaying to the band before banging your head up and down rather dramatically. He knew you were playing around by the fact you started laughing after your actions and he found himself smiling, too, at seeing the way you looked much more free and having the time of your life.

“Hmm, pretty,” he mumbled to himself.

He chuckled one more time before he looked around and walked towards the side bar, making sure the girls he had hooked up with a couple of months ago were nowhere to be found. He sighed in relief once he couldn’t find the familiar faces and smiled when he saw the worker there.

“What are you doing here?”

“Come on, hyung, just start with saying you missed me,” Jungkook grinned, making sure to give him a side hug as best as he could. “I didn’t know you still worked here.”

“Well, judging from the fact that half of the workers here quit, I have finally found peace,” Yoongi stated and Jungkook felt even more relaxed at his words. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, you know,” he cleared his throat, looking around, “hanging around.”

“Yeah, right,” Yoongi scoffed, serving him a drink Jungkook usually got. “Which girl?” Jungkook raised his eyebrows in question. “Which girl is in your radar?”

The tattooed man briefly gestured your way with his chin, drinking. “Just… someone.”

“Well, she must be special if you came back to this club after you slept with half the workers and they all threatened to cut your dick off if you ever showed your face,” Yoongi lightly chuckled, clearly finding the previous situation amusing. Jungkook sarcastically laughed along, rolling his eyes.

“Be quiet, get back to working.”

Yoongi did so but he couldn’t walk off further when he heard a girl yelling over the music.

“Two waters please,” she said and Yoongi nodded, quickly passing them to her and taking the money she gave him. Though, he knew it was the girl Jungkook was referring to since was giving him a look.

“I didn’t perceive you as the stalking type,” you teased him, voice raising a bit so he could hear you. He hid his smile behind the cup in his hand.

“I’m not,” a small smirk was on his lips as he looked at you, eyes dropping to eye the outfit you wore. “Now, shoo! Your doubt is ruining this for me.”

You couldn’t help but snicker at his words. But you also couldn’t help but notice something else. “You’re not smoking like you usually do.”

“I quit,” he looked at you under his lashes, shrugging as if his words were nothing. “I had to, they’re bad for you.”

“Yeah, you think?” You tilted your head to the side and he huffed, a smile still on his lips. Silence consumed you both but he remembered he needed to woo you so he continued the conversation.

“They aren’t bad!” He commented, turning around in his seat and leaving you behind to process his words. You chased after him, confused.

“I did not perceive you as the type to listen to this type of music,” you honestly said, staring up at him. You two watched the crowd and the band playing and he hid the satisfaction at knowing that he caught your attention.

He continued drinking from his cup, ignoring your statement and continued to watch. “I was watching you in the crowd. I’ve never seen you look so beautiful.”

His words were heard by the crowd of girls that surrounded you both, the song having ended at the same time as he was saying his compliments. You giggled at the reactions he received—the girls laughed and some awed—and he coughed to cover his light embarrassment.

He smiled at seeing the way you grinned at his words.

“Come to the party with me,” he leaned down to say, making sure this time that his words were now heard between the two of you.

“You never give up, do you?” You questioned, a fond look on your face as you turned to look at Nali who called out for you.

“I can’t help it when you look at me with those pretty eyes,” he shrugged, a smirk still spread on his lips. He looked at the stage at hearing the music playing again and he had to lean even closer to make sure you were heard. “So, yes?”

“Here,” you passed him your phone. “Write down your number.” He smiled and took it, typing it down. He called it and you took your phone away from his grasp at seeing he didn’t lie. “Send me a convincing paragraph and we’ll see.”

You threw him a smile over your shoulder, walking away. You could feel his stare and his voice was heard. “You’re not going to make this easy for me, are you?”

“Nope!”

“Okay, I’ll see you Friday!”

That night, you received a message. Just one simple message in the middle of the night as soon as you were going to head to sleep.

xxx-xxx-xxxx: I know you like to read, tell me any name of a book and I’ll buy it for you and I’ll listen to your explanations as soon as you’re finished. I’d rather spend a day listening to your pretty voice and hearing you rant about certain characters or plot. I’ll be waiting 🩵

“Should’ve used the window.”

You frowned as you heard your mom in the living room, standing up from your comfortable position on the beanbag in your room. You headed towards the voices and saw that Hanni and her friend, Yoona, were dressed up, staring at your mother rather guiltily.

“Hi, Mom,” Hanni smiled innocently, though she was shifting from one foot to another.

“Where are you going?” Your mom asked, folding her arms over her chest, staring down at your sister who cleared her throat.

“A, uh, small study group of friends,” Hanni lied through her teeth, gulping down the nerves that were clearly showing.

“It might as well be you going to an orgy if you’re trying to hide,” your mom raised an eyebrow, squinting her eyes as she looked between the two. “I would’ve told you to go if you just told me.”

“It’s just a party,” Hanni breathed out.

“Yeah, exactly, a party,” your mom punched the bridge of her nose before turning to look at you. “You know anything about a party?”

You shrugged, not wanting to say “yes” because you knew that you’d have to give your younger sister a ride if it came to it. You turned around to walk away in order to continue to read, wanting to take the last few minutes before Jungkook came to read the interesting part of the book you were coming across.

“I’m supposed to show up,” Hanni continued to argue, irritating you to an extreme since you didn’t like how she spoke to your mom sometimes and got away with it. “My friends expect me to be there.”

“If your sister’s not going, you’re not going,” your mom fought back, ignoring Hanni splutter out disagreements at her words. Your mom stopped, though, once Hanni targeted you next. You simply gave your sister a deadpan expression.

“Why can’t you be a normal person for once and go out?” Hanni exclaimed, trying to get you to go so she can go, not knowing that you were going to the party already. Just not with her.

“There’s literally no reason for you to get close to my face,” you glared at her, hovering a hand in front of her face, “or to yell at me and mom. It’s just a stupid party, you can miss one, it’s not the end of the world.”

“For you it might not be, but for me it is,” Hanni snapped back, shaking her head before turning to look at Yoona who looked uncomfortable being there. Your sister and sighed and dragged you away. “Just… I’m sorry, okay? But can you please go, just for one night. Please. I just want to be able to experience first time things without Mom being worried.”

“I never said I wasn’t not going,” you chuckled at your sister’s words, her hand dropping from your arm. “You got on my face before I could say anything.”

“Oh, God,” your mom shakily let out, staring at her two daughters with shock. “It’s starting.”

“Mom, I love you, but you’re talking to girls who are in college,” you said, finding humor in how she reacted. “I’ll take care of her, okay?”

“You’re wearing the belly, though,” your mom pointed at Hanni whose excited expression morphed into one of horror as she had heard from you about the ‘belly’. Yoona gasped dramatically and you made a face, looking away as you put on your shoes.

“Mom, please don’t,” Hanni started to beg, anxiety consuming her body as your mom went to reach for the fake pregnancy belly. You had gone through it at the age of 16 and never again did you want to do the things you wanted to do if it meant wearing that. “This is way too much.”

“I don’t want my daughters to have children at this age because of this stupid party,” your mom shook her head as your head jerked towards the door after hearing knocks.

You reached forward to open the door and there Jungkook stood with a black jacket on, a white, tight t-shirt tucked into this black pants that showcased his waist—you tried not to notice the tattoos on his arm that were see through when he was fixing the jacket—and his combat boots that added more to his height.

“Hey,” he smiled at you.

“Hi,” you smiled back before wincing at hearing your mom and sister continuing to bicker behind you over your mom’s actions.

“Mom, this is not necessary,” Hanni nervously chuckled, feeling the weight of the fake belly being placed on her. She placed a hand on her hip, shaking her head.

You glanced over your shoulder and cowered in embarrassment. You cleared your throat, trying your hardest to hide the sight of your now fake pregnant sister. Though, Jungkook’s towering figure saw her over your head, and he breathlessly chuckled.

“Is your sister knocked up or…?” Jungkook questioned, frowning confusedly. You snorted and Hanni turned to look at him.

“I’m not,” she cleared it up but she was more in disbelief that Jeon Jungkook was standing on the front porch of her house, talking to her sister. “What are you doing here?”

“Your sister’s coming with me,” he simply said, shrugging his shoulders. You gave him a smile before turning to look at your mom.

“Every time you even think about kissing a boy,” your mom started again, getting closer to your sister and fixing the belly, “I want you to think back to this, okay?”

“Mom, leave her alone, she doesn’t need to wear that,” you sighed, defending your sister. Your mom looked your way before she noticed the figure next to you. “And we are leaving.”

“I can say hi to your mom,” Jungkook said and your mom hummed in agreement, softly pushing you to the side. Jungkook grabbed your by the waist and brought you closer to his side before letting go. But, he did grab your hand to make you stay put. “Hi, Ms. Kim.”

“Hi,” your mom slightly squinted her eyes to kind of intimidate him. “Who are you?”

“He’s a friend mom,” you said and she waved you off, shaking his hand.

“What’s your name?” She asked.

“Jungkook,” he smiled a little and your mom hummed yet again. Hanni, who took off the belly after a minute, and Yoona headed towards you three. “Uh, I have my car if you guys want to get inside already.”

“We’ll take my car,” you told him, raising your keys. “I’m not drinking so you can drink and I can give you a ride if you do drink.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Jungkook waved you off. He turned to look at your mom. “I’ll drop them off safe and sound. I know you just met me but I don’t want to leave them behind.”

“Hmm, as long as you all come back in one piece, please,” your mom looked at you and your sister and you nodded. “Okay, then. Have fun and Jungkook,” he received a small smile, “come over for dinner soon. I’ll like to get to know you better.”

“Of course,” Jungkook nodded. He smiled more time and then did you four walked towards the car. Jungkook didn’t let you drive your own car so you and him bickered for a bit before you let him drive it, not wanting to give him the keys. He took them from you and Hanni and Yoona just watched you two, confused as to when you two started talking.

“So,” Hanni started as soon as Jungkook drove off, “you two are friends?”

The two of you glanced at one another and hummed simultaneously, not wanting to give away too much. After all, your sister was known to have a mouth on her so if she knew that Jungkook wanted to basically take you out, every girl he hooked up with would come for your throat. You have heard from them that he didn’t like committing to people and they didn’t like hearing that from him. So, to say you were afraid and anxious was an understatement.

When you got at the party, you immediately went to go look for a place you can hide because although you agreed to come, you never said “yes” to actually partying. You were way too tired to enjoy the music and dance with everyone else. You couldn’t even tried to hide because Jungkook was right behind you.

“Jungkook, kiss me!”

A girl immediately latched herself on Jungkook and you rolled your eyes. Maybe you did make a mistake in giving him a chance. You walked even further and heard him chuckle.

“You’re way too drunk, maybe you should go home already,” he said, making sure the girl was okay. He led her to a chair where she automatically placed her head on a drawer nearby, eyes closing as she muttered incoherent words. Jungkook still followed behind you.

A few minutes passed and girls after girls tried kissing Jungkook. He just laughed and passed girls to their girlfriends nearby, chasing after you. Of course, the girls he hooked up with were confused because at this point he would be kissing—making out—with someone in a room, bathroom, or on the corner of the room. Here he was, though, chasing after a girl who didn’t even spare him a look. Then, he lost you after one final girl put up a fight after he tried getting her off of him.

You walked through a crowd of people and found yourself looking around to make sure you weren’t going to head in the same direction again.

“Nice to see you’re out of your cave,” you sighed as you heard Taehyung’s voice next to you, cursing yourself for not remembering he was going to show up, of course. “You look good.”

“Leave me alone, Taehyung,” you groaned, rolling your eyes as he appeared in front of you. “Focus more on the obvious booger coming out of your nose right now.”

You walked away as he placed his hand on his nose self-consciously, though he chased after you almost immediately.

“Where are you going?” He asked, hand gripping your arm. You wished Jungkook was now close to you. You’ve heard that he once beat the shit out of someone who started a fight with him and you’d like to see that happen at this moment.

“Away, your bad breath is giving me a headache,” you retorted, moving to one side and another since Taehyung followed your movements.

“Where’s Hanni?” You immediately turned to look at him, eyes burning themselves in that smug face of his.

“Stay away from my sister, you creep,” you spat out, continuing to glare at him.

“Believe me, I can stay away from her,” he raised his hands up in mock surrender, a smirk tilting on his lips, “but, we both know she can’t stay away from me.”

“Shut the fuck up, Kim,” you scoffed, hands being formed into fists as you were so close to punching him. But, before you could do so, a group of people started running near you two, glass breaking and huge thuds being heard. At hearing that there was a fight, Taehyung followed shortly after.

You looked around the mansion in curiosity at this point. There was too much to look at and there were objects you wanted to touch but knew you shouldn’t. You had a home, a nice one, but this house was on another level.

You we’re about to head outside when a voice called you over.

“I guess she couldn’t stay away from me,” you shook your head as you eyed your sister. She was happy just being by his side that told everyone she was with him.

You knew you couldn’t stop her even if you wanted. She would just shake you off like she usually did so you watched with anger as Taehyung pulled your sister away.

“You want me to beat the shit out of him?” You glanced over your shoulder and shrugged sadly, a sigh escaping your lips again. “Come on, let’s go. I found a cute swing outside.”

“Let’s go.”

He grabbed your hand and your fingers intertwined almost immediately. His large and intimidating figure pushed through everyone, making sure you were okay right behind him. He made sure to ignore the girls waving at him because he knew that wouldn’t do a great impression.

He led you away, feeling confident in being able to woo you since Taehyung gave him extra money on being able to take you out to a party, something you haven’t done. But, should he feel such guilt for something he agreed on doing?

“I swear I’m going to get a concussion by the amount of people pushing me very hard,” he heard you grumble. He chuckled and instead led you to be in front of him, hands placed on your hips. He steered you away and pushed guys who bumped into you a bit to hard, and when they would try to see the person who pushed them, they all cowered at meeting his gaze.

You two managed to get outside and you sighed in relief at being able to breathe properly. Before you could continue walking, a boy stopped you two from doing so.

“Can we talk?” He asked, his gaze on Jungkook who glanced at him and then at you.

“Um, I’m a little busy,” he said, but you shook your head.

“Go ahead, I’ll wait for you.”

Jungkook thanked you and he and Yujun walked off not so far from you but far to the point you couldn’t hear what they were saying.

“What?” Jungkook asked, raising his brows.

“The whole thing is off,” Yujun said, clearly exasperated with the situation that occurred not so long ago with Hanni and Taehyung. “I don’t care anymore so you can just… drop her off at home.”

“Dude, we did not go through all of this just for you to back out of it,” Jungkook gave him a look and he glanced your way when a guy sat next to you, his hand sticking out for you to shake it.

“Well, that was before I found out she never wanted me,” Yujun argued, a defeated look on his face as he remembered the times he and Hanni hung out. “She wanted Taehyung and that stupid face of his.”

“Do you love her?” Jungkook simply asked, raising his brows again as he waited for the boy to answer. Yujun nodded. “She’s clearly worth all this trouble you caused so why are you giving up so easily, huh? Just because Taehyung was with her? You can make her fall in love with you by being you. There’s no point in giving up so easily.”

“I thought she was but, Taehyung—”

“You need to stop focusing on Taehyung, Yujun,” Jungkook reassured him, placing a hand while making sure you were safe. “Taehyung is not half the man you are. He wouldn’t have thought about this whole plan so he can get the girl. You did that. Stop letting Taehyung win. Don’t let him make you feel like you don’t deserve what you want, okay? Be yourself.”

Yujun processed his words and before he could utter a word, Jungkook immediately went to your aid when you slapped the guy who was talking to you.

“What a fucking creep you are,” you shook your head, glaring at the man who held his cheek. Jungkook looked at you. “He groped me.”

Now it was Jungkook’s turn to glare at the man who already looked scared staring at you. The man now shrunk in fear once he met Jungkook’s eyes.

“Sorry, man, I didn’t know she was your girl,” the man stuttered out as best as he could, gulping down his nerves that Jungkook saw through.

“Do that shit again I’m gonna beat the shit out of you,” Jungkook calmly said, scaring him even more. The man ran away in fear and you angrily sighed, walking away.

The tattooed man followed after and he guided you towards the swings on top of a little hill. You two walked and he helped you when you almost fell—you burst out into little giggles at the fact you were so close to embarrassing yourself—going up the hell.

You two sat down and enjoyed silence. The music from inside was barely heard outside, so you two enjoyed the comfortable silence that consumed you two.

“Why do you let Taehyung get to you?”

You looked at Jungkook as soon as those words escaped his lips and shrugged, hands holding onto the rope on each side of you, slightly moving.

“Taehyung has that affect after you know the type of person he is,” you replied, sniffing as you looked away from his face.

“What type of person is he?”

“The narcissistic one,” you answered with a humorous smile tilting at the end of your mouth. “He’s egotistical and completely selfish. He thinks he’s either a victim or the savior.”

“Judging from how you talk about him,” Jungkook started, “I’m guessing you knew him very well.”

“We dated,” you shrugged as if the news were nothing. “But then getting to know him, the real him, opened my eyes in a way. I was always the problem, never him. So, I ignored him. I tried to break it off and he got mad at me, told a couple of his friends I slept with him and shared private moments between us.”

Now Jungkook felt even worse. He should stop all of this before it got way out of hand and before you found out.

“What about you?” Your question broke him out of his own thoughts. “Why did you decide to chase after me?—If you can say that.”

Jungkook smiled at your question and his shoulder went up and down. “I didn’t know about you at first but then, I heard your name once, and then another, and then another, and then another. It was almost like everywhere I turned, your name was being shared between two people or a whole group.”

“Ah, so the rumors spread caught your attention,” you teased, a grin on your face.

Jungkook snorted and shook his head. “No, no. I don’t care about what rumors are spread about you or your sister. It’s none of my famous. I did hear, though, that you did hit a guy and more than the slap you gave the other guy.”

“Oh, my God,” you facepalmed and you could hear Jungkook laughed at your expression. “Shut up. I can neither confirm or deny.”

“Mmm, I think you did beat him up,” Jungkook bumped his shoulder against yours and you smiled, ignoring his words.

You two stayed quiet after a few and he eyed you. He noticed the goosebumps on your arms and he knew full well you were cold. You didn’t shiver or anything, so he just read your body language that showed him he was right.

Taking off his jacket, he placed it over your shoulders, catching you off-guard. You jumped, startled by the sudden action and looked down at the sleeves.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, your hands going through the sleeves as you couldn’t bear the coldness anymore. “Oh, my God. This thing is huge on me, look!”

You stood up and Jungkook let out a low chuckle as he eyed the way his jacket almost overtook your frame, swallowing you.

“You look cute,” Jungkook complimented, placing the side of his face on the rope of the swing.

“I better,” you playfully retorted back, laughing to yourself as you closed the jacket and opened it almost like you would a blanket.

Jungkook simply watched you with hooded eyes, a smile on his face. He didn’t know you’d be this cute and it’s crazy to him how he could tell the difference between the first time you two met to now. Under that hard exterior you show at first is this silly girl who loved joking around and teasing, and he loved knowing you feel safe enough to show him that side.

“Come on, pretty,” he continued to keep the smile plastered on his face as he watched you. “I’ll take you home, it’s getting late.”

“Okay, let’s go.”

You grabbed his hand and immediately took his away, leading him towards your car. He already had your keys in his back pocket so he grabbed them, opening your car door. But, you didn’t go inside, yet, and instead grabbed your phone.

“Who are you calling?”

“I think you forgot that we came with two other girls,” you snickered at his question, watching a look of realization cross his face. “Hey, Hanni, we’re leaving. Where are you?” You looked over the crowd of people coming out and Jungkook helped you look. “Oh, you’re going with Yujun? I don’t know—”

“He’s the kid that talked to me,” Jungkook cut you off and your mouth made an ‘o’ shape as you remembered.

“Never mind, Jungkook knows him,” you said on the phone. “Well, just be careful, okay? Turn on the location so I can see where you are so I can know you’re safe… Yes, or else Mom is never going to let me go out if she knew I let you go with a boy she doesn’t know about. Then, you can say bye to your social life… Yeah, yeah, okay then. Tell him to drive safe or I’m kicking him in the balls… Yeah, alright, bye.”

Jungkook watched you and you watched your phone as your sister shared her location. You looked up and confusedly smiled when you saw Jungkook staring at you.

“What is it?” You questioned, looking behind you but there was no one there.

“You threatening someone is very hot,” Jungkook breathed out and you playfully rolled your eyes, pushing him away as you got inside the car. He grinned and closed it, heading towards the driver’s seat.

You two drove to your house and you hummed along to whatever song you knew playing on the radio. You two were silent but, whenever there was something interesting, you two would make the other look and talk about it.

“Why don’t you go out a lot?” Jungkook asked after a while, causing your head to snap towards him. You shrugged.

“I was tired of asking my mom and having her become way overprotective. Every time, I had to wear that damn fake belly so she can know I know not to do stupid things, so I just isolated myself.”

Jungkook processed your words as he parked close to your house, shutting the car off.

“You don’t strike me as the type of girl to be asking her mom for permission,” he said, eyes running themselves over you, eyeing the way you twirled with a ring on your finger.

“Now you think you know me?” You arched a brow, but he knew you didn’t mean it in any ill way.

“I’m starting to,” he smiled a little and you did, too.

“It’s crazy to me how you even want to get to know me,” you started, eyeing the way the lamppost above you two flickered. “People are too scared to get to do so.”

“I don’t mind,” Jungkook ran a hand through his hair and you sniffed as you ignored the way he flexed his tattooed arm by looking away again. “I’m not… as innocent either.”

You looked at him and you two looked into the other’s eyes intensely. His gaze went from watching how your eyes fluttered to your mouth, lips slightly glossed as you kept putting a lip oil on them to prevent them from splitting.

He snapped out of the daze you put him and softly cleared his throat, eyeing the steering wheel. “What’s up with your mom, by the way? Why does she make you wear these bellies?”

“She delivers babies,” you put it in a simple matter. “She got pregnant with me at a young age so she wants us not to go through what she went through. My dad left her heartbroken and that’s why she doesn’t want us to date when we’re studying for our degree. That’s why she wants me to be more like… Hanni because she thinks Hanni is this perfect person who listens to every word she says.”

Jungkook nodded along to your words. “Does she?” You gave him a look and he snorted as he remembered. “Right, she follows Taehyung around.”

“Yep. I don’t want to be somebody I’m not and I’m not Hanni in any way.” You pushed hair away from your face, leaning your head against the head seat.

“Well,” Jungkook started making you turn to look at him, “I know your sister is, like, loved by everyone but, she’s not as cool and funny as you. She especially doesn’t dance like you do.”

You pushed his shoulder, shaking your head with an embarrassed smile started to make its way to your lips. “Shut up.”

“I’m just being honest, Y/n.”

You breathed in and exhaled, his words circling your brain. You stretched your hands out on your thighs, caressing the material of your pants and pursed your lips, giving him a side glance.

“You’re not as jerk-y as I thought you were,” you stated honestly, chewing on your bottom lip as sudden nerves invaded your body. He let out a breathless chuckle and he looked at you when you looked at him.

You could simply admire his features under the lights, watching the way his tongue ran itself over his lips to his lip ring. You looked at him from under your lashes and he let out a curt breath.

“I really want to kiss you,” he muttered, staring at your own lips. “But I-I can’t. I don’t want to.”

“You don’t want to…?” You breathed out, frowning as you repeated his words. He internally cursed himself at his sudden harsh words but he couldn’t. Not right now.

“No, I didn’t mean it in a rude way,” he immediately defended himself. “I just can’t kiss you, Y/n. I don’t want to because I am disgusted by that or anything I just don’t…” He sighed, slumping his shoulders. “Never mind.”

You slowly nodded, ignoring the way his words hurt you. You gulped your feelings down. “Can I have my keys? It’s getting late and I’m feeling tired.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jungkook passed you the keys and you two went outside.

Locking the door behind you two, you waved him off awkwardly before heading inside your house. It felt like the walk of shame and it might as well be that way because of the fact you felt ashamed that the guy who kissed and got with every girl at uni didn’t even want you.

But, you didn’t care right now. You’ll try to sleep it off.

And sleeping it off did not happen.

You didn’t know why his sudden presence and actions were making you overthink. You never cared about anyone’s actions or thoughts about you. You never did so why was he any different?

That is the question that went through your mind even on Monday when you walked into your first class. Nali was by your side helping you understand, but she even felt helpless for not being able to help you properly. Though, she did come to a conclusion on her own that you were developing feelings and you didn’t want to admit that to yourself. Of course, she wouldn’t tell you. You would get scared so she kept her theory—which she knew wasn’t—to herself.

You kept yourself in the library, away from everyone. You were currently reading the pages of the book Mr. Kim assigned, but you couldn’t even read the words without thinking back on what happened two days ago.

You were dozing off, the quietness of your surroundings making you do so. As you drifted off, you felt someone stand by you.

“Um, hey.”

You looked up and came to find Jimin, a popular senior who had been in some of your classes and even helped you once when you had way too many books. “Oh, hi. What can I help you with?”

“I actually came here because of someone,” Jimin winced as he heard the words come out of his mouth. He heard you sigh and knew that you knew who it was. “Um, are you guys okay? He seemed down today.”

“He seemed down?” You were taken aback at the revelation and shook your head. “No, no, no. His words hurt and he knows what those words are. So, tell him he has my number and he can text or call me, not bring his friend to talk for him.”

You rolled your eyes, standing up and heading towards the bathroom because you weren’t going to leave the damn library at all.

Jimin snickered as he heard your words and quickly scurried off to tell Jungkook who was not so patiently waiting with Yujun. He was biting his nails and he ignored the girls who wanted to talk to him.

“So, what did she say?” He asked as soon as Jimin stood in the front of the two. He placed his hands in his hips, shaking his head.

“You’re fucked,” he simply stated and Jungkook groaned. “She said that you have her phone number and that you can talk to her instead of sending me to talk to her for you. I told you, didn’t I? And guess what? You didn’t listen to me.”

“Whatever,” Jungkook breathed out, rolling his eyes as he sat on a nearby bench. “What the hell am I supposed to do?”

“You can make her something or do something that will show her you’re intensely sorry,” Jimin suggested, shrugging his shoulders as he sat next to the tattooed man, waving at some seniors who waved at him. “Do you sing?”

“I mean, yeah,” Jungkook nodded. Jimin squinted his eyes.

“Sing right now.” Jungkook did so and Jimin hummed in satisfaction, nodding his head. “Okay, then. Make her a song or something. Let her know that you’re genuinely sorry and it’s not just some stupid ass excuse.”

“Alright, alright,” Jungkook groaned, standing up. He glanced at the two and he looked around the campus. “Come on. I know what we can do.”

Jungkook was panting, out of breath as he tried looking for you everywhere. He had finished what he had been doing with Jimin and Yujun and 4 hours had passed since Jimin last saw you.

Jungkook knew your schedule by heart at this point since Hanni had given Yujun your schedule who then passed it to him. He was losing it and he was desperate to look for you, already planning what to say to you and to give you.

He received looks from girls he hooked up with as he ran from building to building, eyes running themselves as he held onto his phone rather tightly with the thing he wants to show you.

He remembered from Jimin recalling his previous events about you being in the library, but he didn’t think you’d still be in there since Jimin said you had left. Though, he was tired and he wasn’t giving up any time soon, so he jogged towards the library, a place he didn’t go to.

He looked everywhere for you. He checked the first floor, the second, and then he reached the 3rd floor. He eyed the desks by the shelves of books, making sure he wasn’t missing your figure.

He stopped in his footsteps, though, once he saw you reading something so intensely, furiously flipping page after page as you frowned at what you were reading.

Thankfully, because of how into the book you were, you didn’t hear his footsteps nor his panting. He watched you and the way you gasped at some type of event that occurred in the book and he even heard you muttering words to yourself about what you were reading. He smiled, but he remembered he had something to do.

Coming from behind you, he grabbed his headphones and placed them over your ears, watching you jump. You didn’t scream—he considered himself lucky—but he almost did when he felt you hitting him out of self-defense.

“Ow!” He whispered, ignoring the looks you two received from students studying. He gave you a perplexed expression. “Listen to the music instead of hitting me!”

You glared at him before doing so, noticing that he turned it up until you raised a hand to tell him to stop. You didn’t recognize the song at first, but then you recognized the lyrics and the music and then the voice.

“Is this you singing?” You whispered as quietly as you could, knowing that you couldn’t hear yourself. Jungkook nodded and he watched your facial expressions morphed into a happy one to one of disbelief to one of excitement and then back to the happy expression. He continued observing nervously until you took the headphones off, fixing your messy hair. You eyed him. “So, what was that for?”

“I’m sorry for what happened after I dropped you off at your house,” he said almost as if it was difficult for him, and it was. He never apologized. If anything, he was always the one breaking things off with a girl and then dropping her to be with another girl. And here he was, close to losing it. “You didn’t deserve the way I handled things and you didn’t deserve having one of my friend’s come up to you and talk to you for me when I could’ve done that. I’m sorry for the fact I said words that made you misunderstand me when I could’ve been clearer. I’m sorry.”

You looked at his pleading figure and sighed. You gave him one more glance before nodding. “I forgive you. But next time, be clear about what you want instead of actually hurting my feelings.”

He grinned and grabbed your hands in his, his rings causing goosebumps to rise in your arms due to the coldness of them.

“Let’s get out of here, yeah?” He asked and you looked down at your book before turning to look at him with a sad face.

“But, I was getting in the interesting part.”

He chuckled and grabbed a chair, sitting next to you, and he placed the side of his head to rest on his propped up hand.

“Mhm, tell me about it.”

You gave him one last look and he nodded, reassuring you he didn’t mind if you ranted about the book. You did so after making sure he was comfortable and tried your hardest to stay quiet. It was almost impossible since the book had you quite heated, but Jungkook kept his hands still clasped with yours.

“And it pisses me off,” you scoffed.

“Yeah?” He looked at your lips as you licked them, a smile still plastered on his face as he tilts his head to the side, a smirk now replacing the smile. “Tell me more. I’m listening, pretty.”

AFTER THE SONG

You didn’t know how you ended up in this position with the perfect guy not so far from you, his eyes closed as he relished in the sound of the waves and the laughter of children.

You were currently with Jungkook, missing your next few classes to be with him on this secluded part of the beach. Thankfully, there had been grass not so far from the sand and water, so you two sat on the grass by a tree.

It was quiet between you two. A comfortable silence. But, you knew he wanted to ask something so you looked at him.

“Yes?”

“What?” He seemed taken aback by your sudden words, but he regained his composure once you looked his way.

“You have something to say, so say it.”

He frowned, eyes running around as if he was debating whether he should ask what he wanted to. He blurted it out, “What’s your excuse?”

“For?”

“For acting the way we do?” He continued. “For being this person who gets feared, loved, and hated.”

You sighed and leaned your head back. “I don’t like to do what people expect me to do.” He nodded along. “I don’t understand why I have to live up to other people’s expectations rather than my own.”

“So that’s why you’re blunt in the beginning to display the real you and see if people stay or not?” Jungkook asked and you hid the smile on your lips at the way he read you.

“Something like that.”

He breathlessly chuckled. “Then you’re doing a shitty job.”

“How so?”

“Because your attitude made me want to stay and see who you really are,” he nudged his shoulder against yours. “You intrigued me simply by telling me off.”

You lightly laughed. “I just have that type of vibe.”

He playfully rolled his eyes before he quieted down along with you. You could sense he had more to ask and you were right when he took a deep breath in and asked his next question.

“Did that stem from your mother’s attitude?” He questioned and you inhaled and exhaled at his very abrupt question. You glanced at him before looking away.

“My dad left me, my sister, and my mom,” you shrugged as if it was nothing. “I couldn’t grieve him, in a way, you know? And it sucks that you have to grieve a person very much alive but had changed throughout the years.”

“I get that,” Jungkook commented, looking down at his hands before glancing back at you, knowing that you were going somewhere with your story.

“My mom was hurt by it,” you continued, looking off to the beach in front of you. “Hanni, too, so I dismissed my feelings to take care of them. I got myself ready for school very early, made them breakfast, and woke them up. I made sure my mom went to work and I made sure Hanni was ready for school. It would be the same later when I had to make dinner and I had to make sure my mom ate because she fell into a hole that she couldn’t get out of. After all, she was sure she and my dad would last forever.”

“Did you even have time to process his leave?” Jungkook questioned, eyeing your expression and movements. You shook your head, clearing your throat to get rid of the pain in your throat since you were keeping your tears in. You fidgeted with your hands.

“I was too busy making sure my family was okay.”

“But you were a child,” Jungkook softly told you. “You didn’t have to act like an adult and dismiss your feelings to take care of someone who’s supposed to take care of you and your sister. That wasn’t your job.”

“If I didn’t do what I did,” you started, giving him a sad smile as he continued watching you. You looked away, “I don’t think my mom would’ve made it.”

You two stayed silent shortly after your words. He was processing your words and understood that you were the way you were—which wasn’t a bad thing—because of the fact you had to grow up way too quickly. You knew that you had to step in because otherwise, you and your sister wouldn’t have a parent.

“I became someone people looked up to,” you softly mumbled out, tongue running itself over your lips. You internally sighed, though, when you remembered you had put on gloss. “I help them realize the wrongs and rights in relationships because I don’t want nobody else to suffer through what my mom suffered because of someone who berated them until they became a walking corpse. After my mom got out of the hole, she… realized what I had been doing but she didn’t exactly acknowledge it at the same time so, she put pressure on me and tries to control me a lot because she couldn’t control my dad leaving, you know?”

“I know,” Jungkook quietly coughed out as he thought about your words. He sighed, head looking up before he laid on the grass, fingers running themselves over the blades of it, closing his eyes. “I’m not proud of sleeping around with girls.”

“Then why do you do it?” You genuinely questioned, watching his lips parting to let out words was slowly forming in his head.

“I don’t exactly know,” he continued, answering your question with a tone that supported his words. “But, it was always… a fear of commitment, I guess. If I sleep around, it’s most likely that I will regain a reputation that will protect me in a sense. No one will want to commit.”

“What’s so bad about committing to someone?” You asked, looking at him from under your lashes. He hummed and moved to his side, arm supporting his weight.

“My mother cheated on my dad,” he replied. “I had gone through her phone to play some video games because at that point I was 14 and I had my phone taken away.” He laughed a little as he recounted the memory. “I was playing and I remembered I saw a message and somebody had sent her red hearts, but it wasn’t my dad. I didn’t think much of it until she received more messages. I was left with the guilt of knowing and not sharing.”

“Did you ever tell your dad?”

Jungkook snorted and nodded. “I told him. I was tired of her pretending everything was okay when it wasn’t. She was telling me that my dad was cheating, wanting me to picture him in a different light so I told my dad. He heard me, understood my view of the situation because he had noticed her acting suspicious, but he still stayed so I stayed quiet, too. But, the arguments started and my dad brought the guy up—the one she was cheating on him with—every chance he could get to make a point. I had to step in, stop them, but I gave up once again when I realized it was a never ending cycle. So, my dad started cheating, too, and they separated shortly after.”

“Do you ever regret telling your dad?” You raised an eyebrow and he shrugged, playing with a leaf in his hands.

“Nope,” he simply said, popping the word loud enough for his words to be insinuated as one of relief. “I would feel more guilt if I didn’t tell him. After all, that separation made him get a decent girlfriend but it made him and my mom shitty parents. Neglected me a lot as a teenager so, I eventually stopped caring, and hung out with my grandparents.”

“I’m sorry you had to go through that,” he smiled at your genuine words, sitting up. “You didn’t have to go through that at a young age.”

“I have always been afraid of committing to someone,” he said, scooting closer to you. You watched him and now it was his turn to look at you from underneath his lashes. A small smile was on his lips while he glanced between you and the leaf in his hand. “For the days we have been talking and getting to know one another, being with you, getting to know you—as cheesy as it sounds—I have fallen in love with who you are. Commitment doesn’t sound as scary as it used to that if anything were to happen—and I hope not—I am not afraid of you breaking my heart.”

“You love me?” You breathed out as if not believing those words were coming out of your lips. You seemed taken aback and he brought his face closer to yours, eyes running themselves over your face. His hand went up, placing itself on your right cheek, forehead meeting yours. His eyes closed, letting out a small sigh that touched your own lips.

“I love the me I am whenever I’m with you,” your heart hammered against your chest and you wondered if he could hear it since he was so close to you. “You make me feel safe and you feel like home, baby. I love knowing that I have someone like you by my side.”

“I fell in love with you,” you shakily admitted, hand going up to be placed on top of his. You closed your eyes as his lips moved towards your face, kissing your cheeks, your nose, your forehead, to the middle of your eyebrows, and to your neck. “Promise me you won’t hurt me?”

He stayed quiet and your eyes opened, gulping down your nerves. He hummed, looking up at you. “I promise. You won’t hurt me?”

“I would never.”

Shortly afterward, he took you home, night overcoming you two. His jacket was placed over your shoulders and his hand was intertwined with yours as he led you towards your front door.

“So,” he started, his other hand in his front pocket, “Jimin is throwing a farewell party.”

“Oh, yeah, huh?” You clicked your tongue as you shook your head. “It’s his last year…”

“And Taehyung, too,” Jungkook slightly teased, knowing your intense dislike towards the man. You rolled your eyes.

“Thank goodness,” you dramatically breathed out while your free hand placed itself on your chest. “But, what about Jimin’s party?”

“Come with me,” Jungkook suggested. “I want to show you off.”

“I very much feel like arm candy.”

Jungkook snorted. “I want to reassure you in a way that I’m moving past my immature ways of sleeping around by showing I’m officially committed to you.”

“So, I’m your girlfriend now?” You wiggled your eyebrows teasingly, chuckling when he smiled.

“I’m going to prepare something for you,” he answered. “I want you to be my girlfriend but you deserve so much than me asking you here. Trust me, okay?”

“Okay,” you smiled, kissing him.

“So you’re coming with me?”

“I will if,” he raised his brows, “you buy me a milkshake.”

He snorted and rapidly nodded. “You know I will. I like spoiling my girl.”

He gave you a big kiss on the lips, letting out a loud “mwah” over the sound of crickets nearby. You slightly giggled at his antics and looked towards your house.

“Stop, you’re going to wake up my mom.”

“Eh, she can wake up, I want to kiss you.” He continued doing so, peppering your face with either small or big kisses. You took them all happily. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow. Sound good?”

“No, don’t leave me,” you dragged out the last few words, holding on tightly to his inked arm. He grinned at your actions and kissed your head.

“We’ll see each other tomorrow, pretty,” he leaned down again to kiss you and you responded back. “Yeah, that sound good?”

“Mhm, sounds good.”

“See you tomorrow, baby. We’ll call tonight after I take a shower.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

“Bye, Mom,” you waved her off as you headed towards the door with Nali, a small smile tilted on her lips. “I’m going to a party with Nali.”

You closed the door behind you just in time to hear your mother’s voice, her tone telling you she clearly didn’t believe you. “That’s a funny joke!”

“How long is it going to take for her to know that you’re not joking?” Nali questioned with a breathy chuckle escaping her red lips, smiling widely once she came to find Jimin getting out of the backseat, waving at him. Your eyes were on the bracelets you adorned, fixing some tangled ones.

“Honestly, right about now,” you snickered along with her, already knowing how your mom processes news that catch her off guard. After all, her secluded daughter is going on her second house party and she didn’t even have to make her go.

You smiled next once Jungkook came out of the driver’s seat, trying so hard not to ogle at the way his clothes looked on him. He was wearing a black button-up with a few buttons undone that exposed his collarbones and chest, and black jeans that hugged his legs well. He was wearing his usual combat boots, gaining a bit more height like he always does when he wears them.

“Before I compliment how beautiful you look,” he started as soon as he stood in front of you, his hands clasped behind his back. “I got you,” he stuck out his hand, a necklace dangling from his finger, “a necklace.”

You softly gasped at the dainty silver necklace, a small blue pendant glistening under the lampposts surrounding your neighborhood. He cleared his throat and gestured towards his neck, making you aware that he, too, was wearing an identical one, letting you know that you two were going to match.

“They’re so pretty!” You fawned over them, your smile widening at the gift. You looked at the other hand behind his back and squinted your eyes. “What do you have in your other hand?”

“I was going to take you out to eat first on a little date,” he chuckled before his eyes turned to glare at Jimin, “but someone here offered to be picked up to see his girlfriend. Even though the party is hosted by him!”

He yelled the last few words over his shoulder, obviously wanting Jimin to know he was talking about him.

“Shut up, asshole!” The man yelled back.

You and Nali glanced at each other. Of course, as best friends, your boyfriends would bicker. It was exactly how you two would get along, too.

“Anyway,” Jungkook sighed, waving him off before continuing to smile at you and showcasing the thing behind his back. “Obviously, you forgot that you wanted a milkshake.”

You gasped, immediately grasping it. “Gimme!”

Jungkook lowly chuckled and watched as you sipped it, relief displaying on your face at coming to feel the coolness settle in your stomach.

“Good?” He questioned you, and you nodded enthusiastically, very happy and excited that he really bought you a milkshake. He dipped his head down, capturing your lips and mumbling words between kisses. “I’m happy you like it. Now turn around for me.”

You did so; his cold hands, having been holding onto the milkshake, placed themselves on your hips to guide you. He tentatively placed the necklace on your neck, his fingers slightly grazing the exposed skin as he made sure the object wasn’t pulling on your hair.

After putting it on, you two made sure that Jimin and Nali were distracted enough so they wouldn’t ruin the intimate moment you two were sharing with one another. Thankfully, they were still holding onto each other, laughing and whispering in each other’s ear.

You and Jungkook gave each other sideways glances, weirded out.

“Are we going to turn out like that?” You asked, raising an eyebrow as he went to go stand behind you again. You two mindlessly stared at the couple, scrunching your noses when they shamelessly made out like starving people.

He snorted. “Hopefully not.” He kissed your temple, turning you around while wrapping an arm around your waist as he brought you closer. “But knowing how we both are with one another, we’re going to be exactly like that, and I don’t mind it.”

You slightly giggled at his words, wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing him closer. “We’re going to be late.”

“I don’t mind if it means I get to continue kissing you.” A humorous look was etched on his face before his lips met yours as soon as you were about to speak. The affect of his lip ring grazing your lips caused the usual shiver you always get when it does so. You hit his arm, though, once you felt him smiling in the kiss. He chuckled. “Your reaction is cute.”

“Shut up.” You playfully pushed him away from you, his hand gripping your arm to bring you closer again. You smiled up at him before turning to look at the other two, who were now laughing very loudly. “Are you two done?”

“Yep.” Nali sheepishly grinned at you. She glanced between you and Jungkook, wiggling her brows. “Are you two done making out?”

“I-” You pursed your lips and squinted at her. “Get in the car, you big dummies.”

The three laughed at your words but they got in. You sat on the passenger seat, the other two sat on the back, and Jungkook was on the driver’s seat, making sure you were wearing your seatbelt.

Nali and Jimin continued to make out, and you and Jungkook grimaced at hearing them kiss. The man quickly gave you his phone in hopes you could find a song—any song—that would help drown out the sounds.

“Also,” you spoke, your thumb hovering over your choice of song, “why did you make Jimin sit in the back?”

Jimin scoffed as he separated from Nali. “Your boyfriend here made me sit in the back because he said the passenger seat was just for you.”

“I don’t want you as my passenger princess,” Jungkook rolled his eyes, driving off from the parking lot of your home, his hand immediately meeting yours.

Okay, but what if I wanted to be one?” Jimin continued to ask. “What if I also like to be spoiled, hmm?”

“Jimin, shut up.” Jungkook glanced at him through his rear view mirror, glaring at him. Jimin could only wave him off, paying attention to Nali again. Jungkook looked at you. “Can you believe him?”

“I can totally see Jimin as a passenger princess,” you hummed, imagining a perfect picture of Jimin. Jungkook hummed along with you, also painting that picture in his head. You two shivered. “Never mind.”

“Stop thinking about me, you weirdos.”

It wasn’t long before you all arrived at Jimin’s home. It still came as a shock to every one of you—except Jimin, of course—once you remembered that Jimin, along with Taehyung, had money. The mansion (clearly not his, as he had stated before that he lived in a penthouse) was now overcome with colors and bodies coming in and out of the house, red cups being sorted on their hands.

Your hand was intertwined with Jungkook’s as soon as you all got out of the car, twirling around the anxiety ring he had bought for you since you liked twirling his other rings even though they did not twirl.

You looked around. “I forgot you’re rich as hell.”

“I forgot, too.” Jungkook shook his head, almost as if he were dazed at the sight in front of him, and you wouldn’t have blamed him if he was. You were too entranced by the house to even hear Jimin’s words.

“I want to go in every room and jump in the bed.”

The trio laughed at your words, and it wasn’t long before Jimin and Nali left to go inside, leaving you and Jungkook outside to enjoy each other’s company.

“So,” he glanced at you, eyes withholding amusement as you scrunched your nose at a person coming to throw up in the beautiful garden, “stay by my side and hold my hand, please?”

You smiled and nodded, doing so. “As long as you don’t leave me, either. Don’t lose me in the crowd, and don’t let Taehyung talk to me.”

He snorted, his hands meeting your waist again as if they were magnets. “I won’t let him do that. I’ll beat the shit out of him if I have to, okay?”

“For me?” You looked at him through your lashes, and he lightly groaned, placing his forehead on yours as the palm of his inked hand placed itself on the left side of your face.

“Stop looking at me like that,” he mumbled, his breath hitting your lips.

“Looking at you like what?” You questioned him, your hand coming to meet the back of his head, your nails running themselves over his scalp, trailing down towards the nape of his neck.

“Looking at me with those eyes,” he answered, softly kissing you as yours, and his eyes closed at the feeling. “You affect me so much, I’ll do anything you ask me to if you simply look at me like that, baby.”

You grinned at your words, and he did, too. You two kissed outside of the shaking house.

“Let’s go inside so we can enjoy tonight,” you muttered against his lips, feeling him nod. You glanced over his shoulder and then down at your dress. “I have to fix my dress, but there are people coming outside.”

“Just fix it; I’ll cover you, okay?” You nodded at his words, smiling a bit shyly as he kissed you again.

He stood in front of you, glaring at whoever looked your way, hands crossed over his chest. Since he had raised his sleeves up so they could rest by his elbows, his tattoos were on full display, intimidating those who looked at him or you. You almost laughed, though, at seeing how serious he was about making sure you were out of people’s eyesight. He was like your personal bodyguard, but one you kissed here and there.

“There,” you smiled at him, watching you over his shoulder to make sure you were okay and to make sure a creep wasn’t trying to stare at you from behind. “I’m pretty sure you scared everyone away, so I’m okay.”

“Good.”

You two walked inside the house, hands intertwined, to showcase your relationship. Half of the girls that Jungkook had hooked up with didn’t hide their distaste for you, but you didn’t care as the other half came to greet you.

Jungkook could simply stand back, smiling as he watched girl’s swoon over you and the way you looked in your dress. He couldn’t help but mentally agree with their compliments.

“Jungkook!” Jungkook turned around to find two familiar faces.

“Hyung!” He exclaimed excitedly, hugging the man. How have you been? I haven’t seen you in a year!”

Hoseok chuckled at the boy’s enthusiasm, and he shrugged a bit. “I’ve been good! I opened up the dance studio I’ve been talking to you about. I’ve been focusing my time on that.”

“Are you here alone?”

“Yoongi finally agreed to come,” Hoseok answered, gesturing towards the said figure who was talking to Jimin and Nali. “You know the dude is an old man at heart. I had to tell him about you and the girl, and then did he want to see for himself.”

“He’s so nosy,” Jungkook chuckled, shaking his head at the revelation. He glanced at you. “I would introduce you to my girl, but her friends are keeping her busy.”

Hoseok looked at where you stood, and you were in fact being kept busy. The girls seemed to be talking to you about something, and they all listened intently to every word you spilled. He eyed Jungkook’s starstruck expression and patted him on the shoulder.

“You did good, kid,” he smiled. “Yoongi and I were afraid you’d get a girl pregnant or just end up doing something stupid.”

Jungkook snorted. “I wouldn’t stoop that low, you know that.” He looked at you once more and saw that you had gestured towards him. “But, I did do something stupid.”

“Whatever you did,” Hoseok started, “I’m sure it will all get resolved. Except cheating, then you’re by yourself there, bud.”

“Alright, alright,” Jungkook snorted before his palm met Hoseok’s face, pushing him away. “Go away. She’s coming here.”

“I’ll come back later, you brat, and you better introduce me then. Got it?”

“Yes, hyung, now go,” Jungkook pushed him away by his shoulders, dragging out the last word until Hoseok was out of eye shot. You came towards him and smiled confusedly, staring at the figure who had previously been seen with him. “Hey, sorry, that was my old friend, Hobi. I was going to introduce him but, he needed to meet another friend.”

“Aw, I would’ve loved to say hi,” you admitted, frowning before staring back at him, hands holding his. “So, are we going to eat?”

“Baby, there’s alcohol and you want to eat?” He questioned in a surprise manner, though, it wasn’t meant in a mean way. You nodded with a small smile on your face, your stomach grumbling. He chuckled. “Come on. Let’s go see what we can find. If we can’t find anything, we’ll get out of here and go eat, okay?”

“You wouldn’t mind?”

He shook his head, eyes slightly closing while he pursed his lips. “No. Being with you is much more important than just hanging out in a place where I could barely hear you.”

“You just want to get out of here,” you teased and he grinned, nodding.

“Let’s go find you some food.”

You two walked off and pushed through the body of college students who blocked your pathway. You even came across your sister and her boyfriend who now noticed you and Jungkook.

You briefly waved at them and they waved back, and with one last glance, you turned to look at the man in front of you, his eyes darting around the room.

He hummed to himself as he came to find the kitchen and he turned to look back at you, noting the way your eyes lit up at the fancy snacks. A crowd of people stood near you two, drinking, their conversation going through one ear to another as you ate here and there. Jungkook ate with you.

“Their conversation is very intense,” he whispered and you, being just as nosy as him, nodded in full agreement.

As you listened, he caught you in surprise when he wrapped an arm around your torso and lifted you so you could sit on the kitchen island. He immediately stood in between your legs, hands holding, while you continued to listen.

You softly gasped in his ear. “He cheated on her with her own brother!”

“That is so low,” he lowly whistled, shaking his head. “Impressive and good for him but, with his girlfriend’s brother? And, while in a relationship ? That has got to hurt.”

“Wow, I’m still in shock.”

“I’m more in shock in the fact that we are that couple,” Jungkook snickered, starting to pepper your neck with kisses. “I wouldn’t want to be nosy with no one else other than you.”

“Mhm, you better.”

You two relished in being in each other’s arms, ignoring everything in the background. It seemed surreal to both of you that not so long you didn’t even know of each other’s existence, of the other’s presence, but now here you were, totally and utterly in love with him just like he was with you.

He bit his lower lip and with his head placed in your shoulder, he lightly gripped your waist before his hands traveled to rub your thighs up and down. He brought you even closer to him. “You really look beautiful by the way.”

“We look like we’re going to a funeral,” you tantalized him in a soft tone, to give him the idea you were playing around. Your own hands went to hold onto his biceps. “I love it, though.”

“I’m just happy you came with me,” he said, leaning down to kiss you. “Though,” he muttered against your lips, “a simple little date where we stay home and watch movies sounds so good.”

“Those boots are going to kill you since they have a small heel,” you commented, glancing at his boots. He clicked his tongue and shrugged, slightly swaying you two to the beat of the music you noticed playing. “I don’t know, it makes you look very attractive. Even more attractive.”

“Mhm, yeah, correct yourself,” he lightly pinched the skin of your waist, nudging his nose with yours. “You shouldn’t be talking when you look so gorgeous. So beautiful.”

“Keep complimenting me and I’ll assume you’ll get on your knees for me.”

“I mean,” he dragged out the words, leaning back a bit before he started to lean down. Your mouth opened a bit and you immediately swatted his arm, urging him to stand up. He laughed, doing so. “Hey, I’m just trying to basically worship you and the ground you’re walking on.”

You tried hiding the fact that his words affected you, your body feeling warmth and sudden nervousness out of nowhere. You avoided eye contact.

“Shut up.”

You two continued slight swaying compared to how the others danced, foreheads leaning against one another as you two continued finding the comfort of the other’s presence.

As he felt you slightly fidgeting due to the fact that your butt was slightly starting to hurt, he picked you up again, and let you place your feet on the ground.

It wasn’t long before the song on the playlist—most likely Jimin’s playlist—finished bouncing off the walls, the chattering and adrenaline of every person there finally felt. A happy smile found its way to your lips as you felt Jungkook keep his hands glued to your waist, not daring to let you go. But, he watched your facial expression morph into one of shock and surprise when a new song started playing, one you knew too well. And he did, too.

“I-” You could muster to let out. “Why is my favorite song playing?”

“I called in a favor!” Jungkook now yelled over the loud music. He gestured towards your dear friend’s figure who was dancing along with Jimin’s. “She told Jimin to add it to the list for you after we talked and wanted to make this the best experience for you.”

“Thank you,” you breathed out, wrapping your arms around his neck to show how much it meant to you. He smiled and hugged you back, arms wrapping themselves tightly around your waist and bringing you closer to him again.

As you two swayed to the music, his lips were close to your ear. “I hope you’re enjoying this!”

“I am,” you said, feeling bad at having to yell in his ear because of the loud music. “Though, I don’t think us swaying to this type of music is appropriate since it’s very up-beat!”

“I think us being this close is perfectly fine,” he chuckled, staring down at you. You glanced at his lips, his tongue running itself over his lip ring. “Unless you think I have cooties and want to get away from me.”

He took his hands away from your waist, chuckling again when you whined that he needed to put them back. So he did, arms wrapping themselves back in their place around your waist while the side of his face was slightly lean against your head.

“You know,” he started, keeping you close to him, “I… I wasn’t sleeping around these girls or having to take care of a girl I got pregnant.” You two laughed at the rumor that was spread. “I wasn’t skipping classes, too, because I was out doing drugs. My dad was struggling with paying bills and so I started to help, I was working. I was dealing with it well because of the counselor’s help, though, she’s a bit weird.”

“Ah, yes, she is,” a breathy chuckle escaped your lips at his words as your head rose up to look at him. “But, does it not bother you how they spread these false rumors?”

“I never cared,” Jungkook replied, shrugging. “I know the truth and my family knows the truth. As long as those close to me never believe them, I don’t entirely care about those who don’t know me and believe the rumors.”

A ghost of a smile spread on your lips. “I believe that, too.”

You two grinned at one another, but as soon as you opened your mouth to speak, your date was now being led away by Taehyung. You frowned and stood not so far from them, glancing at Nali who started to slow down her dance movements as soon as she saw Taehyung with Jungkook.

“Hey,” Taehyung scoffed. “What’s Hanni doing here with that asshead?” Jungkook rolled his eyes and sighed as he listened to him. “I didn’t pay you to take out Y/n so some little punk could take out Hanni.”

You froze in your steps at coming to hear those words, eyes meeting those of Jungkook’s who looked over Taehyung’s frame to look at you. His lips were parted, unsaid words not daring to cross them. His chest painfully twisted as soon as he saw your eyes glaze under the lights of the room, knowing fully well now that it’s because of him.

“I was just a bet…?” You questioned, a frown now etched on your face.

Jungkook doesn’t know what to say. He doesn’t. For the first time, he has nothing to say, and it hurts you even more. “Y/n, it doesn’t…”

You shook your head, a sigh escaping your lips. You simply walked away, pushing past the couples who now seemed like they were laughing straight at your face, embarrassment flooding your body and feelings. You heard Jungkook right behind you, your name being shouted out through the loud music. But now, you don’t want to hear a single thing coming out of the lips you enjoyed kissing and eyeing. Not a single word.

Your amazing best friend, Nali, watches your departed figure with Jungkook chasing after you. She frowned and she looked at Jimin who also noticed. He walked towards Yujun, his brother talking to someone while he waited for Hanni to come back from the restroom, tapping him on the shoulder.

“Hey,” Jimin finally caught his attention, gesturing towards your retreating figures and towards Taehyung, “shit has happened.”

Yujun glared at Taehyung’s own figure because although everything started so he could date Hanni, it wasn’t fair for Taehyung to go and hurt people.

“Yujun, don’t do anything stupid,” Nali called out, sighing as she knew her words fell to deaf ears. She and Jimin followed after his brother, hearing him call after Taehyung. They glanced at one another, knowing it wasn’t going to end well and someone would end up hurt. They knew that Yujun was most likely going to end up hurt.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Yujun eyed Taehyung as soon as the man turned to look at him.

“No, what the hell is wrong with you?” Taehyung pushed him, Yujun continuing to glare at the man, standing his ground. “You’re gonna pay. You and that bitch.”

“Just say you’re a jealous little shit,” Yujun spat out, pushing him back with the same force Taehyung had used.

Taehyung let out a sarcastic chuckle before he raised his fist, punching Yujun. The boy groaned, landing on his older brother who grabbed him to make sure he wasn’t entirely hurt, bleeding—he was indeed bleeding—or had something broken.

“Get up, you were all talk just now, get up!” Taehyung went to take a step forward to the boy leaning against his brother, but a tap on his shoulder made him turn, eyes glaring at the girl he was insulting not so long ago. “What?”

But before he could receive a proper answer, Hanni punched him straight in the nose, a grunt escaping his lips as soon as he felt the pain traveling around his face.

“Hanni, don’t,” Nali tried preventing the girl from being harmed, knowing full well that you would have her ass if you watched her sister in the hands of danger.

“No, he hurt my sister,” Hanni pushed her arm away from her sister’s friend’s grip. “You made my date bleed. I know you tried hurting me, but you’re just an egotistical piece of shit.”

Hanni watched him fall on the ground on his knees, clutching his nose. Everyone who had surrounded them all seemed to disperse, getting back to dancing while some girls and boys went to help Taehyung.

“Are you okay?” Hanni immediately headed towards Yujun who nodded his head, wrapping his arms around her. He brought her closer to his body, just thankful she wasn’t hurt in any way. Though, when he exhaled through his mouth, his breath hit the wound now on his lip.

“Go with Nali and make sure your sister is okay,” Yujun breathed out. Hanni frowned at him, already moving, but she still wanted to make sure he was okay. “I’m okay. Go.”

Hanni and Nali wouldn’t be able to do much as you kept running away from Jungkook who was still following after you, apologies spilling out of his mouth.

“Please, just give me a chance to—”

“You were paid to take me out not just by a random guy, but by the one person I truly hate,” you said, your frown deepening as you fully processed everything, memories now running through your mind. “I believed you, Jungkook. I truly believed you wanted me.”

His parted lips were twitching, wanting to yell at you that he thought of you from the moment he woke up to the moment he would go to sleep. Then would he dream of you and him and what you two could’ve been in the future. He was infatuated with you. “Y/n, it wasn’t like that.”

“Then tell me how it was like,” you breathed out and he watched the way your facial expression morphed into one of hurt. “I fell for you. Hard. You’re someone everyone wants and despite everything, I was happy I got you, but everything was just a lie and it hurts. It hurts knowing that you started to talk to me because you got paid to do so and it hurts knowing you stayed, getting me to open up to you, to be vulnerable in front of you. Were you going to get a bonus because you slept with me?”

“No, no!” Jungkook shook his head. “I didn’t care about the money. I cared about you! I started caring for you.“

“Don’t give me that bullshit, Jungkook. It doesn’t excuse the fact that you used me,” your chest was heaving up and down as you tried to calm down your breathing. It hurt you, so much, and there was a pang of pain that traveled down your throat to your chest. Your lips slightly quivered as you shook your head. “I thought you loved me.“

“Baby, I do,” he tried reaching for you but you took a step back. You shook your head, waving him off as you didn’t dare meet his eyes, not wanting to see every moment you spent with him, laughing and crying, flash in front of them. You didn’t want to see the good memories that made you fall for him inside the eyes that withheld the guilt of using you to get money. “I do. I love you. I-I just…“

You looked at his face as he shut his eyes tightly, brain looking for the right words. His hand was already punching the skin of his forehead, rings glistening under the lights much like your eyes were.

You sighed and he looked at you.

“If you truly loved me, you wouldn’t have continued taking that money,” you breathed out before pointing at his chest, “you wouldn’t have hurt me like this.” You let out a shaky breath and gulped, stepping away. “I don’t want to see you ever again.”

His hand immediately went to reach for you, but you continued taking steps back. “Y/n—”

“Just tell me something,” you said, meeting his gaze. He couldn’t bear look at your crestfallen look, one he knew he caused because of his stupid actions. “Did you mean anything you said? All those days we hung out together and we talked and we talked?”

But although he wanted to yell so loud “yes”, he knew that you wouldn’t take that as an answer and you wouldn’t listen to him. He was wrong because you wanted to hear confirmation that at least everything you spoke about was real, that everything you spoke came from him and not the money talking.

He didn’t speak, so you scoffed a little and turned around. “You promised not to hurt me, Jungkook.” You dropped your arms to your side. “Do not try to talk to me.”

His parted lips let out a shaky breath, chest tightening in pain at your words and retreating figure. He should follow after you. He should. But he was frozen, shoes glued to the floor and words getting stuck in his throat.

He hit the railing of the stairs he was standing by, palm stinging at the contact. He let out a deep sigh as his hands clutched the metal, continuing to stare at the back of your head with unsaid words not daring to leave his mouth.

He turned around to rest his back against a wall, fingers now pinching the bridge of his nose. He could feel the way his eyes stung with tears, blinking them away almost immediately when he heard footsteps heading his way.

“Hey,” he looked up and came to find Jimin and Yujun, their dates having followed after you, leaving them to find one another. “We’re sorry at how things went.”

Jungkook tried to muster up courage to smile at them reassuringly, but much like his feet, his lips stayed in place and he didn’t dare try to move them.

“It was going to happen eventually,” he muttered, tongue running itself over his lips starting to dry from the amount of breaths he was letting in. “I couldn’t have hidden it from her even if I tried.”

“Yeah, but it shouldn’t have been revealed that way,” Jimin said, receiving a nod of agreement from Yujun.

Jungkook looked down at his hand, running his fingers over the tattoos on it, feeling the slight trace of your fingers over them.

“She had the right to know,” he looked at them and he could only look away once he saw their pitiful expressions. “It just should’ve been exposed in a less crowded place and not now… in front of everyone.”

“Did you really love her?” Jimin questioned, his voice above a whisper. Jungkook sighed.

“Everything about her,” he muttered, gulping his feelings away to get rid of the lump in his throat. The two men went to stand by her. “Where’s Taehyung?”

“With a broken nose,” Yujun chuckled, humor laced in his voice. Jungkook hummed in satisfaction at the answer. “Hanni punched him.”

It was Jungkook’s turn to chuckle. “Where is he, though?”

“I’m pretty sure he has enough injuries, Jungkook,” Jimin said, eyebrows raised at the boy while his hand placed itself on his firm chest—he felt— as he tried to leave. “Let’s just go, okay? You don’t need him suing you for hitting him.”

“I’ll handle it,” Jungkook hummed, walking past the two and heading towards the room with loud music playing. He looked around and spotted Taehyung almost immediately through the crowd forming around him. He bumped against people, pushing through all of them before grabbing the boy by the back of his neck. “Come on.”

“Listen, man, your girl’s stupid sister already dealt with me,” Taehyung tried to get away from his grip but Jungkook rolled his eyes, ignoring his words. “This is harassment. I will sue you.”

“Do it but I’ll still beat the shit out of you,” Jungkook hummed, glancing at him. Jimin and Yujun sped towards the two as soon as Jungkook push Taehyung against the wall. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“What?” Taehyung smirked, though he looked silly since he had tissue paper stuck on his nose to prevent the bleeding. “Trouble in paradise?”

“Why did you need to embarrass Y/n like that?” Jungkook gave him an expressionless look, eyebrows slightly raised as his hand still held onto the boy’s collar. “You could’ve told me later.”

Jungkook’s doe eyes, the ones who always looked around curiously and always used to make you wither in your seat out of nerves, now glared daggers into Taehyung’s face.

“You just didn’t want to tell her you got paid to take her out,” Taehyung said as he shrugged, clearly smug about how Jungkook was acting. “And hey, if I wasn’t going to have what I wanted, you weren’t going to get what you wanted either.”

The latter groaned, though, when Jungkook landed a punch on his stomach, air being taken out of his body. He landed in the floor, continuing to groan, as Jungkook scoffed at his figure, turning around to leave.

He glanced at the Park brothers and sighed.

“He deserved it.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to come with us?” Hanni asked as she stood in front of your seated figure on the stairs of the front of your house. “You’ll have fun with me and Yujun.”

“I’m okay,” you said, trying your hardest to reassure her with a smile. But the smile didn’t reach your eyes and it alerted her of your pain. Of course, you were still in pain. Everything that had happened, happened yesterday. “Enjoy your time at the carnival, okay?”

“We will.”

Yujun curtly waved at you as soon as he arrived to pick up your sister, and you did the same back. He and Hanni walked away, leaving you to stare down at your hands.

“So,” you looked up at coming to hear someone speak. You tightly smiled as you saw your mom, looking away to glance at the scenery in front of you, “where’s your sister going?”

“She’s going to go meet up with some bikers, big ones, full of sperm,” you sarcastically responded, watching her face morph into one of disgust. You snickered at her reaction. “She��s just going out with Yujun.”

“You’re very funny,” your mom snorted, shaking her head as she came to sit next to you. She watched as you stared down at your hands, eyes puffy from all the crying you have done. She nudged her shoulder against yours. “I’m guessing the party didn’t end well?”

“It just wasn’t what I was expecting,” you sadly smiled at her, trying your hardest to showcase you were okay.

“What happened?”

“The guy I was seeing just wasn’t the type of guy I thought he was,” you breathed out, pursing your lips. “He was so nice to me. Very. He made me feel… complete in a way.”

“I was always afraid of this,” your mom sighed, her shoulders dropping as she propped her legs towards her chest. “I was strict on things like this because I didn’t want you to go through whatever pain you’re going through right now.” You didn’t respond and your mom looked off. “I know it wasn’t easy when your dad left. Especially for you.”

“It wasn’t,” you admitted, shaking your head.

“I knew I failed as a mother when I saw you acting more like an adult than me.” You eyed her actions, noticing that admitting what she said wasn’t easy for her. “You were just 14 and here you were making sure I was ready for work while you got yourself and Hanni ready for school. You didn’t have to bear the burden of your father leaving.”

“I knew that it hurt you even more as much as it hurt us,” you muttered, frowning at the memories of you even having to cook so Hanni wouldn’t starve.

“I had lost him after I loved him for 20 years,” your mom shrugged as if it was nothing. “I was just wondering what I did wrong that made him leave.”

“You didn’t do anything. Dad just wasn’t… him anymore and yes, he left, but it’s important for us to move on from his stupid actions.”

“And what stupid actions did he do to you?” Your mom raised an eyebrow, her emphasis on the word “he” suggesting she was talking about Jungkook.

“I’m guessing Hanni mentioned to someone about your rule,” you breathed out, rolling your eyes at your sister’s actions. “Well, that person told the guy I was seeing and paid him to take me out, hence why he started seeing me in the first place.”

“Did you love him?”

“So much,” you snorted as if those words were the funniest thing ever. But you could only blink away the tears that threatened to spill again. “Why do boys suck?”

Your mom looked at you before wrapping an arm around your shoulders, placing her head on top of yours. “I don’t know, honey. But I’m here if you need anything. If you get with him or not, it’s not my business. I’ll just be here for you.”

“Thanks, Mom. Love you.”

“Love you.”

“Y/n!”

You looked up from your book, a gasp immediately escaping your lips once you came to see a figure walking your way. He was jogging towards you and you packed up your things, cursing yourself for even thinking of journaling and reading outside your home.

You heard the sound of a horn, Jungkook cursing at the driver before his footsteps were heard behind you. You sped up.

“Leave me alone, Jungkook,” you pleaded, short pants leaving your mouth when you tried hurrying to your door.

“I love you,” Jungkook loudly said, making you stop in your footsteps. “I’m not going to stop until you listen to me, okay? I’m not going to stop chasing after you, but if you actually want me to leave you alone, tell me right now, please.”

You glanced at him with furrowed brows before a sigh came out of you. You cleared your throat. “I’m not going to ask you to stop, but don’t think it will be easy for me go forgive you. You hurt me and you need to understand that.”

“So, can I like, bother you every day?” You gave him a deadpan expression and he sheepishly smiled, scratching the back of his head. “Not every day, got it.”

“Bye, Jungkook.”

Jungkook stuck to his word. So far, he has been chasing you. Well, not chasing you, but he does show up when you get out of the house. You always sat in the front by the porch and he always unexpectedly shows up. You already had an idea that Hanni and Yujun would let him know considering the fact that whenever Yujun was over—you would pop out of the house to not hear the couple kiss—he would show up.

Jungkook didn’t give up. He would apologize on the days you were out, on some days, though, he would just drop a letter and a flower in front of you and leave. You would open them and read them, feeling your heart hammer against your chest at the words. For example, one said, “I yearn for the warmth and the comfort of your words that made me feel safe. I won’t stop begging for forgiveness for something idiotic I allowed to happen. Even if it takes years.” Safe to say, you made sure to open them in your room so he won’t be able to see how his words impacted you.

It was Saturday and you were in bed, eyeing the flowers he had given you that you placed in a small vase your mom bought. Some were drying up while the new ones he had given you brightened up even under the lights of your room.

This wasn’t your first relationship. But this was the first relationship that allowed you an insight of being loved properly in a way. Yes, Jungkook started off lying about everything, but through it all he spoiled you with words and sometimes gifts, expensive or handmade. You still had the necklace he gifted you around your neck and the pendant was between your fingers, being played with unconsciously.

“Hey,” you lifted your head and eyed Hanni, who was dressed up. “I’m going out. Mom is working late again and she said to let you know.”

“Alright, be safe,” you smiled a bit, waving at her retreating figure as she yelled some words over her shoulder that you couldn’t make of since she had already closed the door.

You were left alone and you sighed, again, dropping your head back on your pillows as you cursed the silence you were left surrounded with.

You were going to head to sleep after a couple of minutes and you were already being lulled to sleep by the scenarios made up in your head. Though, knocking snapped you out of your thoughts and it alerted you, making you frown at the sound and look around confusedly.

You were taken aback, though, once you saw a figure by your balcony, knocking, and you knew who it was. You taught him that rhythm he did and you started freaking out, not knowing what to do, so you stood up and rubbed your eyes, making sure you weren’t entirely dreaming.

“Jungkook?” You said out loud and he waved as he heard you. You slowly opened the doors, staring up at him. “What the hell are you doing?”

“I’m tired of having you on the tip of my fingertips, knowing I’m losing you every day,” he blurted out in one single breath, his chest heaving up and down from the adrenaline. “I’m fucking sorry for everything. I’m sorry for hurting you, for making stupid decisions, but never, ever, think that every kiss and every deep conversation we had was not real because it happened and I loved every moment of it. I loved speaking with you and getting to know a you only I got to know about. I love you and I’m sorry.”

Your breathing and his meshed together and you moved aside to let him in, head dropping to look at the floor (and the clothing you wore). You closed the doors in front of you and turned to look at him, watching him look around before he looked at you, too, his eyes staring intensely into you.

“Why should I trust you now?” You muttered, not daring to look at him, back against the doors you just closed.

“Because I love you,” he went on, at this point trying to beg you to pay attention to him. He would stand in front of you as soon as you would move to the side, trying to walk away towards your bed. He continued blocking your path, though. “I didn’t lie about that. I didn’t lie about every kiss given to you, every conversation with you. I fell for you and I fell in love with you.”

“You accepted money, Jungkook,” you breathed out, a sigh escaping your lips while your arms flailed around rather dramatically. Jungkook pursed his lips, not wanting the chuckle to escape them as he found your antics amusing. “Now, I don’t want to speak to you because you make me nervous.”

Jungkook followed after you, again, standing in front of you, his hands now clutching the sides of your head. He leaned in and kissed you, lip ring slightly bumping into your lower lip, receiving slight goosebumps from the sudden coldness you gained from it.

“Shut up, let me talk,” he breathed as he pulled away, forehead placed on yours while his breath fanned over your lips. “I’m fucking sorry. For everything.”

You sighed and shook your head, not wanting to fall for it. You didn’t want to look like an idiot if you accepted his apology, not knowing if he was receiving money just by apologizing to you.

“Are you getting paid?” You asked and he shook his head. “After all that, why don’t you leave me alone? Genuinely?”

Jungkook just scoffed. “I’m not letting you go. Not again. I’m not fucking up the good thing that has come to my life after everything.”

“You messed up,” you commented, not daring to look into his eyes just like last time you two spoke. “I don’t have to speak to you.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t care,” he scoffed and you looked at the matching necklace adorning his neck instead, his sweater hiding the skin exposed because of the white tank top he wore. You could only eye his chest, not wanting to meet his gaze. You didn’t have much of a choice when he lifted your chin with his inked hand, though, continuing to hold your head in place so you wouldn’t go back to avoiding his eyes. “I want you to look at me when I’m apologizing to you, okay? That’s all I want.”

You looked at him and he looked at you, lips parted as if words were about to spew from them. You nodded.

“Okay…”

“When this all started,” Jungkook began, hands now moving to grab your own, “I didn’t even know who you and your sister were. Taehyung came to me, told me he’d pay me if I made you fall for me so we could eventually start dating. He said it would be easier to take out your sister if you were dating because… someone had told him about your mom setting a new rule that stated Hanni would be able to date if you did.”

“Oh, God,” you breathed out, your fingertips holding onto your forehead as you closed your eyes. “Hanni must’ve told someone.”

“After all that, I didn’t think I’d fall for you,” Jungkook continued, his doe eyes doing all its pleading. “I didn’t think I would be so obsessed with you and in love with you that I can’t help but think of you when love songs play in the radio. I can’t help but think of you so I could fall asleep. I love you, Y/n. I have.”

“Then why did you continue accepting the money he gave you?” You frowned upon at him, eyes now glazing with tears. “It wasn’t right for you to continue accepting it. You gave Taehyung the idea you were still in on it.”

“I only got the money to use it and take you out with it,” Jungkook went on, his eyes running themselves over your face, thumbs now rubbing your hands. “I… I have a job but I waste my money helping my parents pay rent. I thought I would be able to impress you if I had that money. That’s why I continued taking it. I had the right idea but it was shitty how I benefited from it and Taehyung, too.”

“I don’t care if you have money or not, Jungkook,” you breathed out, staring up at him. You let out a curt sigh. “Without it, when it was just me and you at my house, talking, I learned so much from you and we formed a connection. Me and you. I’m fine just being with you because you’re all I need.”

“I didn’t think you’d want to deal with someone like me,” Jungkook softly groaned out, pinching the bridge of his nose with two of his fingers. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for using you, hurting you, and basically causing trust issues. I fell for you. I did. At the end of the day, it was just you and me. I’m in love with you and I’m sorry for making you hate me.”

“I was so mad at you,” you muttered, looking away as you tightly shut your eyes, keeping the tears in. “I was so mad that I hated you. You and the stupid way you talked to me and how you kept your hair like that because I liked playing with it.” He continued watching as you went on, a frown etched on your face. “Or how you would drive my car and drive with one hand because Hanni told you I found it attractive. I hated it even more when you would stare at me with those big, dummy eyes that I started to adore.”

“Or, or, the way your big combat boots made you taller than me and that way you knew so you continued to wear them,” you ignored the way he looked at you as he listened intently to every word you let out, “or how you would always know what I was thinking even when I tried to hide anything that would tell you. I hated it when you were always right, never sugarcoating anything, but I hated the fact that despite being right, you lied.”

He let out a small, sad sigh at your revelation, fingers intertwining with the strands of hair on the back of your head. He slightly raised your head, making you look at him again as he watched your chest heave and up down, knowing fully well you were going to start crying. And he was right, your eyes were glazing with unshed tears that were threatening to escape as soon as you blinked.

“I hated the fact that you could make me laugh without trying, even when I didn’t feel like doing so,” you continued and Jungkook’s thumb rubbed your quivering chin, your bottom lip jutted out as tears slid down your face. He wiped the tears away without hesitation, kissing your forehead as he continued to let you take it all out, “but I hate that you can make me cry just as easily. I hated not having you around and even when you didn’t call or visited me to explain what happened in the beginning. But… I hate that I can’t hate you, you dummy, and I don’t hate you. Not even one bit.”

“Oh, baby,” Jungkook sighed, his eyebrows now furrowing as he brought your head to his chest, a hand placed behind it while the other was wrapped around your body, holding you close. Your sniffles were heard and he brought you closer if that was possible. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for hurting you. I’m sorry. Everything that I did, I did it because I loved you. The money… that was the most stupidest thing I have done and it was fucked up.”

“I want to continue doing all of that with you,” he said, pulling your head away so he could rest his forehead against yours, again. “To drive with one hand because I know you’re staring, wear my boots so I could be even taller than you, and continue reading your mind because I can tell when you’re trying to hide things from me.” He softly chuckled as he remembered your facial expressions. The cute ones that you tried to hide. You could never try to hide them from him. He’ll know. “I love you. I genuinely do. But, if you don’t forgive me, I will wait until you’re ready even if takes years. I’ll be fine with whatever decision you make, okay?”

“Do you really love me?” You breathed out, lips slightly brushing against one another. He nodded.

“I love you, more than anything,” he mumbled in a low voice, his lip ring nudging your lips as he wanted to kiss you. “I know what I have done isn’t excusable, but I will show you that I genuinely fell for you because of you and not because of money.”

“I forgive you,” you softly smiled at him, your own hands traveling towards the sides of his face while his own went to rest on your waist. “I want you to show me more of you, okay? I want to see that you want me for me.”

“I’ll make it up to you,” he grinned, fingers slightly gripping the flesh of your waist, faint prints being left behind in their wake. “I love you. I love you so much.”

“I love you, Jungkook.”

“Just to be clear, you don’t hate me anymore, right?”

“I’m sure, or else I wouldn’t have told you I loved you. But just so you know, if you hurt me again, I will have my own fans kicking you in the balls and you will take it.”

“I don’t know if I should be scared or very attracted to how scary you can sound.”

BONUS

“Jungkook you literally didn’t have to buy a new phone!”

You and Jungkook were at the store and he was currently purchasing a new phone in order to show you he was committed to you and only you. After all, he just had random numbers in his old phone so he wasn’t losing anything major.

“Yes, I do,” he snickered, watching the employee do his work. “I’m officially committed to you. I don’t need to be having a phone number that girls from my past know about when you should be the only one to know it.”

You smiled at his words and his actions and slightly leaned onto his towering figure. His arm swiftly moved to rest around your waist and he was talking here and there with the employee who had asked him about his tattoos.

You looked around and you stopped midway from letting your gaze travel any sooner when a girl was looking at Jungkook.

You softly cleared your throat, starting to get uncomfortable and wished for this entire process to go by fast.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He whispered in your ear and you looked at him, giving him a fake smile so he couldn’t worry.

“Nothing.”

He gently gave you a pointed look. “I can feel you fidgeting and you’re quieter than usual. At this point, you would be telling me all about your new book.”

“There’s this girl staring at you and glaring at me,” you muttered, pretending to look around so you could see if she was still there. She was.

Jungkook groaned and turned around, head snapping back to look at her and glared at her like she was doing to you.

“I seriously wish that you don’t let girls like that look at you that way,” your boyfriend hummed, watching her scurry away. “Punch ‘em and I’ll take the blame if you get caught.”

“No, Jungkook.”

“I think it’s a great idea.”

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so soft and cute and mushy i love

pairing: yoongi x reader word count: 2.4k genre: roommates to lovers summary: You knew your roommate could cook, and could cook well. You’d never expected him to hand-feed you one of his creations at 7pm on a Tuesday night, though. tags/warnings: kissing, domestic!yoongi

A/N: It's been a while! Hope everyone has been keeping well xo. Also laugh at the title of this fic because I'm hilarious.

The first time he does it, it shocks you. 

He’s cooking across the kitchen as you do your schoolwork at the table, and then suddenly he’s interrupting you with a spoon to your lips, one hand underneath it so as not to spill the broth on you or on the floor. You’re so surprised that all you can do is open your mouth as he feeds you the soup he’s been working on, his eyes expectant and waiting as though he hadn’t just spoon fed you intimately in the middle of your shared kitchen.

Your mind fills startlingly quickly with painful thoughts of domesticity, and pushing them away feels like the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do. 

Watching Yoongi cook. Cuddling with Yoongi on your couch after you’ve eaten dinner together. Doing... other things with Yoongi. Doing things to Yoongi.

You’d moved in with Yoongi months ago on a friend’s recommendation. You’d only met him briefly a couple of times, but he was friends with your friends and you were both looking for a room off campus for your last year of school, so it had worked out well. You’d always thought he was cute from the few times you’d met, but hadn’t thought anything more of it until you’d gotten to know him through late night talks and grumpy mornings. You definitely have a crush on the handsome dark-haired, brown-eyed man now – he’s smart, has the funniest dry humour, and he can cook. 

That last one had been a huge blessing for your tired evenings after class, though you’d never expected him to hand-feed you one of his creations at 7pm on a Tuesday night.

Contrary to how you’re suddenly feeling with him so close to you, spoon still mid-air after leaving your mouth, the man in front of you doesn’t seem fazed at all. He just waits for your response, raising an eyebrow when you’ve long since swallowed and haven’t spoken, and you’re suddenly jarred into action. 

“Oh,” you sputter. “That’s really good, Yoongs.”

Though all you’ve offered him in your daze is the barest minimum of a compliment, he still smiles, pleased. 

“Thanks,” comes his easy reply. “I’m trying something new.” With that, he moves back to the stove, and you’re left completely dumbfounded. 

Due to some kind of strange, unspoken agreement, taste testing for Yoongi becomes a bit of a habit after that.

Now that school is done for the summer for him, Yoongi has a lot more free time. He either spends it making new music, sleeping in, or cooking something new for the two of you. Every night when you come home from your summer classes, he’s hard at work in the kitchen making dinner. 

It’s become so natural. You come home and settle down at the table, where he intermittently feeds you spoonfuls of the dish in progress as you study, pausing your work for a minute or two each time so you can try to guess what he’s making. You guess wrong, he teases. You guess right, you’re rewarded with a soft smile that does wonders to your insides.

You’re so desperate for your new little domestic routine that you start planning brunch dates with your friends instead of dinner dates so that most of your evenings are free to run home. The nights that you are forced into commitments, you still come back to a container full of whatever Yoongi had made that night in the fridge, always packaged neatly for you in a plastic container to take to campus for lunch the next day, and always topped with a simple, Yoongi-esque note. A smiley face, an exclamation point, five exclamation points when it’s something extra good. 

If you’re honest with yourself, you’re a little bit scared by how easy it is to be with him like this. To let him care for you like this. It’s comforting. It’s warm. It’s you and Yoongi, the same as you’ve always been, except that now it feels like a whole lot more. It feels like everything you’ve ever wanted.

And it’s terrifying. 

You’re not sure what to do about it, and what’s worse is that you have no idea if he’s felt the shift, too.

You wake up one morning after a drunk escapade had forced you out of the house the evening before, your head pounding but the rest of you surprisingly unscathed. As you swallow down an Advil from the bottle on the nightstand beside your bed, you register noise from the kitchen, and your eyebrows furrow. 

You find your phone amongst the rumpled sheets, wincing at the bright light of the screen. 9:13am. What was Yoongi doing up so early on a Saturday? You're suddenly hit with the smell of cooking, and you climb out of bed in confusion, leaving your room to follow the scent down the hall.

You enter the kitchen, brows furrowing when you find him just as you’d predicted – by the stove. His back is to you, and you really can’t figure out what he’s doing at this hour. He spares you a quick glance over his shoulder when he hears you walk in. 

“Morning,” he offers.

You hum in response, still confused as to the reason for his early morning kitchen adventure, but you can’t help but take a second to admire the expanse of his back in the white t-shirt he’s wearing. You barely register the apron tied around his waist, even though it’s unusual of him to wear one (“I like the danger”, was what he’d told you once when you’d suggested maybe not cooking while wearing a white t-shirt and no apron). You think nothing of it, though, too preoccupied now with admiring the way his butt looks in his favourite black track pants. 

“What are you making at this hour?” You finally ask as you slide into a chair at the table.

He sends you another glance before responding, “Banana French toast.”

You blink. 

You’d been expecting something extravagant. Yoongi never makes breakfast - he much prefers to sleep in – so you’d assumed he’d had a crazy, wacky idea for something amazing that couldn’t wait. But instead, he’s just told you that he’s making your favourite breakfast, a simple dish that requires very little effort on his part. One you could easily have made yourself. You’re even more confused now – not only does Yoongi hate mornings more than anyone else you know, he also hates not challenging himself.

“You texted me last night that you wanted your favourite French toast when you woke up.”

He seems to have noticed your prolonged silence as he quietly offers up an explanation. You register his words for a minute before you wrack your brain. Unfortunately, your memory of the night before is hazy at best. You remember texting him that you were on your way home, but that was it. 

“Oh,” you say after a moment. “I don’t remember.”

“Yeah,” he turns around now, eyes finally meeting yours. He pauses before he adds, “You asked for some other stuff, too.”

The quiet, slight teasing tone of his voice makes your heart start to pound hard against your chest, and it takes all the strength you have in you not to scramble back to your room to check your phone. Panic begins to ease its way into your veins, and you feel lightheaded (not from your hangover, either). You’re desperate to know what other dumb shit you said… but you really don’t want him to know just how desperate, so you stay put. Completely frozen in your kitchen chair, at Yoongi’s mercy.

“Do you want me to give you a recap?” As if reading your mind for the second time that morning, he speaks again. His face is serious, but his eyes are teasing as he gazes at you.

“I don’t know…” you begin slowly. “Do I?”

He lets out a soft laugh at that. “It’s up to you.”

You let it all simmer for a moment. Apparently, you’re silent for too long again, and so Yoongi takes matters into his own hands – again. You look up in surprise as he slides his phone across the table to you before returning to the stovetop. You hear the click of the stove as he turns it off, but you barely register it. Your eyes are on his phone screen, heart thrumming in your chest as you see he’s opened a text thread for you to read. 

Y/N: immmm so so so drunk!! Y/N: m’y little chef can u pls make me my FAAAVoueite French toast tomorroe?? When I wake up Y/N: i love You. I’m in looooove with u Y/N: and your food. Both you and the food are equally yummy ;) Yoongi: damn, how much did you drink? Y/N: :))))))) Y/N: so is that a yes?? I want yummy food and yummy Yoongi when I wake  up!!! Yoongi: of course it’s a yes haha Yoongi: yummy Yoongi, huh? Y/N: 🥵🥵 Y/N: OMG!!!! can u wear my flower apron while u make my French toast you’d look so cute Yoongi: haha, anything for you  Yoongi: get home safe 

You can’t breathe. There’s no way you’d outed your crush on Yoongi through a drunk text. You wish for the floor to swallow you whole. You can feel his eyes on you as you process, and you don’t know what to do. You’re frozen.

“I’m so sorry,” you finally manage. 

There’s a pause. “Why’s that?” 

You look up to see that he’s still looking at you, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed. His voice is teasing still, and he’s got a soft smirk on his face. You don’t know what to say, so you look back down, re-reading the traitorous text thread. You finally shove the phone back in his direction, your head falling down dramatically to rest on the table. 

“Y/N.”

You let out a whine in response, and he has the audacity to chuckle. 

“What do you think of my outfit?”

At his words, you slowly lift your head, eyes landing on where he still stands by the counter. As you scan his figure, it abruptly dawns on you that he’s most definitely wearing the apron you’d mentioned in your drunken texts, and your wide eyes fly to his.

He smiles, raising his eyebrows as he asks, “Do I look as cute as you imagined?”

Was he joking? Was he teasing you? Was he mocking you? Your cheeks are flushed crimson as you reply, “Don’t be an asshole.” Your voice comes out weaker than you want it to, but you can’t help it. You feel faint.

“It was a serious question.” Okay, so he’s definitely teasing you. 

You’re on your feet now, and you feel dizzy. “I’m not really hungry anymore,” you mumble as you turn to leave. You’re terribly hurt and confused by his response, and you think you need to lock yourself in your room forever. Also, you need to move out.

“Y/N,” he calls, and you stop, but you can’t find it in you to turn back and face him. “I'm sorry. I promise I’m being serious.” Pause. “Can you look at me?” You finally do, gaze meeting his slowly, and he searches your face. It’s quiet for a minute before he asks softly, “Was that just drunk you talking? Or did you mean what you said in those messages?”

“Yoongi...”

“Did you mean it?” He repeats.

You know you can’t lie to him, so you cave, nodding as your eyes squeeze shut. “Yeah. Sorry.” You wait with baited breath. 

Then he says, “Are you just not going to acknowledge that I did everything that you asked for in your text?” 

Your eyes fly open. You feel like you’ve been hit by a bus as you suddenly realize that he’s right. In your embarrassment, you’d overlooked that. 

“Y/N...” He’s got a smile on his face now. “If you were wondering, I think you’re pretty yummy, too.” He emphasizes the word, and your eyes lift abruptly back to his. Goosebumps shoot across your skin as you search his face, the soft smile on his face entirely genuine.

He’s telling the truth.

Your voice trembles slightly as you confirm what he’s saying. “You do?” 

He hums affirmatively in response, eyes intent on yours. “I do. Always have.”

The weight of all that you’ve both just acknowledged is suspended in the air between you as you stare at one another. 

“Wanna date me?”

It’s such a Yoongi way of asking, such a blunt, to the point question, but you know it’s taken a lot for him to say it out loud. He looks nervous now, as the words linger, and you can’t help the smile that’s begun to grow on your lips. And then you’re crossing the kitchen in quick strides, nearly slipping in your haste to reach him. 

He’s ready for you, hands finding your waist as your hand reaches for the back of his neck, pulling him in before you can second guess yourself. For a brief moment, you panic, wondering if you’ve been too forward, but then he‘s leaving you with no room to wonder as his hands slide to your back, pulling you even closer. He finishes what you started, his mouth on yours in seconds, and your eyes flutter shut.

Your French toast is forgotten on its plate as you push against him, his back against the counter. You chase his mouth as he separates from you briefly, earning a laugh from him as he turns your bodies so that now you’re the one with your back against the marble. His mouth finds yours again, and you let out a pleased hum. His knee is between yours as he pulls you closer and closer, until your bodies are flush and he’s effectively kissed you breathless. When you part again, your eyelids are hooded, a shaky breath escaping your lips. His forehead moves to rest against yours, and you’re satisfied to find he’s just as breathless as you. 

“Yummy,” he mumbles, his nose brushing yours. It’s such a cheesy thing to say – you can’t help the obnoxious giggle that escapes you. He laughs, too, and you can’t help but press a soft kiss to his mouth again. 

“Delicious,” you return, and Yoongi smiles against your mouth.

“Definitely five stars on the Michelin ranking.”

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so so so cute, jimin is a menace in this, yoongi is kinda a dumbass but i love him

yoongi’s lullaby

pairing: yoongi x reader

wordcount: 13k

glimpse: there’s two things you can conclude from yoongi’s shapeshifting service: a) it’s great for his wallet, and b) it’s crushing for your heart.

alternatively, yoongi’s your best friend and soulmate, and you have to watch him fall in love over and over again.

[ 40% angst, soulmate au, yoongi is a capitalist (he shapeshifts and goes on fake dates then gets a load of money), fluff + wholesomeness, unrequited love (at first), f2l, self-deprecation, jealousy, YEARNING!!!, Redemption Arc I Promise ]

notes: this is part of the hlwwf universe :) and just like its predecessor, it’s also based on a song!! i haven’t felt this excited to write a fic in a while so i hope u love it as much as i do <3

as always, lmk what you think <3 send in feedback n love to my askbox anytime!!

Yoongi must be the universe’s reward to you for every good deed you’ve ever done.

When Yoongi lets himself to be roped into joining in your newest fixation, it must be your good karma because you sat front-row for each one of your younger siblings’ school events.

When he reminds you to drink your water and not skip your meals, even going so far as to deliver both to you as often as he could, it must be the universe’s payment to you for watering plants and going on that one (1) mandatory tree planting activity.

When he gives you all the credentials to log into his premium streaming platforms even without you asking, it must be fate’s way of thanking you for not making a fuss whenever a barista messes up your order or when a stranger cuts in line.

Yoongi is the good in your life and he has been ever since you were teens, reminding you of what you’ve worked hard for in life because when he wasn’t so busy going through the same hardships you did, he would be at the sidelines waiting for you to finish.

Or he could be someplace else without even sending a lousy text regarding his wellbeing nor his notice that he can’t be at your awarding ceremony tonight because he’s busy doing his job, serving as a reminder that Yoongi must also be the universe’s punishment to you for your missteps and lapses.

When he comes and goes into your apartment freely as treats himself to your newly-bought groceries, it must be retribution because you lost your temper on your college roommate once for eating the leftovers you’ve been craving since the night before.

When he salvages all the spare batteries you have lying around to power up his huge clock back at his apartment, therefore leaving you to eventually spend a rainy night without flashlights because of a power outage, it must be payback for lowering the temperature in your breakroom even with the sign that specifically tells you not to.

Whenever Yoongi mentions his shapeshifting “career” (he argues that it is) to you, a gift he had been born with and one he really maximizes to the fullest potential and profit, you’re reminded how much of it is a curse to you.

Yoongi must be the universe’s greatest reward and punishment for you at the same time because while he’s your soulmate and you spend almost every day with him — you have to see him fall in love with everyone else but you, over and over again.

“You should be splitting rent with me at this point. You’re always here,” you groan as soon as you spot him on your couch, barely escaping the grogginess you’re still in from having a long night. 

His presence isn’t surprising anymore given the time you’ve been with him and how this exact situation has already played out tons of times before (him breaking into your place because he doesn’t want to be alone, you blissfully clueless until you hear raccoon-like searching in your kitchen) — it’s more irking than it is surprising, especially when you wake up at the wrong side of the bed.

“Do you not want me around?” Yoongi laughs heartily, unwilling to wipe his grin off when you don’t react. “That’s what I thought.”

He’s already beaten you to the TV and while he hasn’t had breakfast yet because he thought that the least he could do is wait for you to wake up so you could make it and the two of you can eat together, he’s getting there anyway.

“What type of horrible soulmate kicks out their other half that hasn’t had breakfast yet at 8 in the morning?” he hums, a faux pout on his face that rubs you the wrong way. You’re still pissed at him for not showing up at your awarding ceremony last night for being the top developer in your tech company, his lengthy apologetic text before you went to sleep still not doing its full effects.

“You don’t wanna tread there,” you huff, crossing your arms. “I have a lot on my chest, Yoongi. A lot of hateful, vile, factual comebacks.”

“Exactly!” he exclaims, the smile on his face telling you that he’s taking this lightly; way more lightly than you’d like him to. “We’ve had this conversation a million times before, baby. Sometimes, people just aren’t meant to be,” Yoongi shrugs, his words embedded in you now from repetition alone. “Some soulmates are only platonic.”

“That’s what you want because you’re non-committal,” you hiss, the incoming headache you have for having this conversation too early in the morning making you sit yourself on the couch. Yoongi grins because he knows you won’t kick him out at this point, slinging an arm across your shoulders while you’re still glaring at him. “Your hustle or whatever you call it is falling in love with everyone but me.”

“Uhm, correction — it’s a career,” he tuts. “I have a gift, Y/N. What, I can shapeshift into other people and I’m not supposed to capitalize off of that?”

He had only started offering his services a little more than a year ago, a byproduct of his boredom and his producing internship at the music label falling through. It just came to him in a fever dream and a drunken suggestion from you, and one website domain purchase and a socialite with a lot of connections for a first client later, Yoongi quickly made bank.

SeeAndSaw’s a trial dating service led by Yoongi, one that would answer clients’ curiosities to whether or not they were compatible with a person, and that’s where his shapeshifting came in handy. His services continue to be used for a multitude of reasons, the most common one being to see if the client would match with their soulmates (or just a random person, he’s not particular like that) ahead of their meeting. He’s also become a handy instrument here and there, breaking up with people in his clients’ behalf because they were too guilty to do so, to becoming a stand-in for clients that needed to present someone to their families for occasions.

Yoongi acts far too casual to you and not only is its time’s fault, it’s also yours for keeping him around in any way you can have him, even if it’s just as a friend. 

“I keep professing my love for you every two weeks and I’m doing it now while you’re eating my leftovers. People would kill just to have a soulmate as dedicated as me,” you frown, slowly softening the more that you’re rendered awake. Yoongi’s right, you did have this conversation a million times before and it’s the realization of it all that perhaps, at rare times, makes it hurt less.

“We’ve had this talk before,” he sing-songs, digging into the carbonara you took home that he retrieved not even one minute later since you joined him on the couch.

“For someone who makes bank fake dating people, you sure do leech off of me a lot,” you grumble, effectively quietened when he shoves a forkful of pasta into your mouth.

“That reminds me,” Yoongi grins, building up to a dramatic gasp. “I love-…” 

He trails and trails and if only you didn’t know any better, you would know that Yoongi wouldn’t profess his love for you in your living room while you were still in your pajamas eating cold carbonara. Much less, Yoongi wouldn’t tell you at all that he loves you.

“I love doing that,” he agrees, disappointed for a second when you didn’t even react to him doing a cliffhanger about what or who he loves. “My treat for you this week is to get you a new mattress. You’ll be less grumpy in the mornings.”

“The mattress can stay for a little longer. Can you just get me a new alarm system please?” you say without missing a beat, having already thought long and hard about what make-up gift you wanted him to give you from missing out on your awarding ceremony. 

“Why? Are you okay? Did anybody attempt to break in?” Yoongi asks concerned, brows knotted in worry. He grunts under his breath, shaking his head. “I already told you to move into my apartment complex so many times. It’s much safer there.”

That’s also a conversation you’ve had a million times before, all circling back to your attachment to the first place that you bought with your own money. It’s not bad per se, it just looks like it when you show it side-by-side with Yoongi’s place.

“Oh. They already broke in,” you narrow your eyes, oblivious to the panic brewing in Yoongi.

“What the fuck? Why didn’t you tell me?! Are you-…” he rants, stopping himself when he sees the irony. “Okay, I get it. You’re not funny.”

You and Yoongi eat cold carbonara in total silence, save for his grumbles of how you should never joke about your safety and yours for how he should start chipping in for your bills if he’s gonna keep showing up like this.

Yoongi swears he doesn’t find you funny. He swears it on his life when a few days later, a guy is sent to your house to update your security system. There’s a couple hundred packages of additional manual locks, along with Yoongi’s letter of how he still doesn’t find you funny, amongst other things.

Please guard your home. Don’t let anybody else in except me.

- Yoongi

( ♡ )

Yoongi despises change.

He’s with the elderly when it comes to online menus in an actual, physical restaurant, annoyed by them to the point that sometimes he just walks out. He can’t help it that he wants a nice, slightly greasy, and good menu because it just goes to show how great the food would be. 

He hates whoever invented and continues to advertise white cooking equipment that’s beyond impractical, knowing to himself that he would disown any friends or family he’ll catch using them. You spent a good two seconds more looking at a white ceramic pot that one time when you were online shopping, and Yoongi’s never been more determined to hurl your phone to the floor.

Yoongi also hates overly-modified cars and overly-decorated phone cases, because as much as it isn’t his business, he firmly believes that sometimes there are things meant to be left alone.

His voicemail is still the same one he had back in college and his standard ringtone for everyone remains untouched — everyone but you.

Yoongi knows that he’s in charge of his time given his very successful career and he worked around his whole schedule just to grant himself the luxury of sleeping in today. He wants to have himself buried in his cold sheets for longer but it’s your call that overrides his phone on Do Not Disturb, shaking him awake quicker.

“Yoongi?” you ask, too wrapped up in your internal to-do list to notice that he answered at the second ring. “Help me please.”

“Spider family in your cupboards again?” he yawns, rubbing the sleep off his eyes. God, he hopes it’s not that again. He isn’t the biggest fan of spiders either but at your insistence (and threatening last time that you’ll ignore him for a week), he forced himself to swallow down the unease.

“No, I woke up late,” you hum, once again oblivious that you’re intruding on Yoongi’s plans. He doesn’t mind though; not at all. “I just got a text about my package and I accidentally used your address again. The front desk received it.” 

Yoongi’s address has already become your secondary one at this point, from food deliveries from staying over to parcels you made him receive because you wouldn’t be home at the time. You’ve gotten used to utilizing his address, his home, so much that you forget which is which sometimes.

“Can you sign off on it as me?”

You know potential and convenience when you have it within reach, and the both of you know that your best friend slash soulmate gets a sense of pride whenever you need to utilize his shapeshifting abilities.

“Okay fine. I’ll even talk you up as a future tenant here because you’re taking my advice and moving to my building, right?” he caves in even if it took nothing for you to convince him, putting on a shirt before finding his slippers.

“What, what? Yoongi, oh! You’re breaking up,” you make a half-assed attempt in avoiding the offer once again. You could afford it with the salary you have now but aside your attachment to the place you have now, being closer to Yoongi in this context would precisely be the demise of you. “Thanks, Yoongs. Bring the package with you when you come over.”

Yoongi’s filial when it comes to you, that much you’ve noticed. He may not be in love with you but his loyalty to you is as clear as day, much of a soulmate’s but not exactly a lover’s.

It’s supposed to be like clockwork when he picks up his parcels (yours in this case) from the front desk but there’s just something he belatedly realizes now, his mouth in a grimace when he has to pry off your package from the receptionist who was unabashedly asking where you were.

He didn’t know that every time this would happen, or in any case wherein you came by yourself to his apartment and therefore passing by the front desk, the sleaze would flirt with you.

“Joohyuk from the front desk always comes off strong, huh?” Yoongi snickers the moment he enters your place, handing you your stuff instead of tossing it like he usually would.

“Tell me about it. He doesn’t give me a break,” you snort, unfazed that he doesn’t greet you with a hi anymore because your current visiting set-up has been executed many times.

Yoongi doesn’t know what to do with the unhinged anger in his brain that unfolds because from your response alone, you’re used to it. You’re used to feeling uneasy and he hadn’t caught on earlier than he should’ve, the guilt weighing down on his chest.

“Hey,” he calls out, his tone leaving you no room for objections. “I’ll receive your packages from now on.”

( ♡ )

You don’t know how you keep holding onto Yoongi despite him grasping you from afar.

It’s a melancholy enough as it is to swallow at the end of the day that Yoongi’s yours but not in the way you want him to be, along with the great possibility that it would always be that way. You don’t heed the reminder when you’re with him and that’s almost everyday of your life, the ache that you’re the only one pining after him remaining as a dull thrum. 

He seeks you in seasons but you look for him in all weathers, the great search of when you’d finally amount more to him still coming up unanswered.

You can handle seeing Yoongi often with the cue that you’re only friends despite the initials on both your ring fingers saying otherwise. You can manage with introducing him only as your close friend to colleagues and acquaintances because you don’t want to end up with a long-winded explanation how he wants you but really doesn’t.

Yoongi can deal with your moony stares at him every once in a while and your professions of love, whether sober or drunken. On the same vein, you can deal with the rejection he serves you every single time.

The both of you are adults who can handle each other, one more high-strung than the other, and it’s only in moments like these that you reach your limit. You’re awfully too aware of how easy it is for Yoongi to work, to be in love with people he only knows vaguely.

“I don’t like to see you when you’re at work.”

You’re momentarily caught with panic when you see a stranger in your living room, only being caught up to date when he’s sprawled across your couch in the same way that Yoongi does, the very same shit-eating grin he has on for giving you a fright.

You don’t know the guy at all and you don’t plan to. You try your best to separate yourself from Yoongi’s shapeshifting business, most especially his clients and the extensions of them that he has to portray. You don’t even want to hear the stories behind his appointments even if he begs for you to hear him out because he just wants someone to talk to. 

The moment you fully accept that Yoongi would belong to everyone but you is the day that you rue him.

And in a longingly heartbreaking fashion, you don’t hate Yoongi — yet.

He momentarily changes back to himself, sneaking a look at his watch to see how many minutes he has more of annoying you before going on a date just two blocks away from your place.

“Why?” he whines, and in retaliation, changes back to the stranger. “I’m Hong Dusik. I’m from the countryside, moved back to the city to do stocks, and my dimples are literally embedded in there. I’m my client’s soulmate and it’s their first date next week but she’s shy and she’s nervous, so she’s having a dry-run with me first.”

Tuning Yoongi out has become a skill you continue to hone and while it isn’t foolproof just yet, it’s helped tremendously when you want nothing more than to kick him (or any form he takes) out.

“Nice.”

“You’re icing me out, sweetie?” his voice lulls, the sweetness behind it cloying until you remember that you don’t know the guy it belongs to.

“My god, your dimples are deep,” you murmur, clutching your bag to your chest. “Switch back, Yoongi.”

“Why? Dusik’s a nice guy.”

You kiss your teeth with the annoyance of a hundred days built up, gritting out your answer that makes him falter momentarily. “I’ve heard already, but I don’t plan seeing Dusik or any other stranger in my home.”

“Aw, you’re so loyal to your soulmate, whoever he may be,” he coughs, shifting back to himself. At any other day, Yoongi’s playful nature would be met with one of your sarcastic remarks but he doesn’t get any this time, the ghost of a frown accompanying his lips.

He’s admittedly nervous when you don’t play along with him, but his urge to sneak one last word in overtakes his trepidation.

“My advice to get over me? Bone it out. Get it out of your system. Soon enough, my initials would fade.”

Come to think of it, Yoongi’s advice isn’t all that bad.

“If Dusik and his girl don’t work out, just send him to me,” you nod, retreating to your room.

“Good! I’ll-…” he grins, satisfied with ticking you off until your words sink into him, the double-take that he makes giving him an ache on his neck. “What?” Yoongi murmurs, “I didn’t mean it that seriously.”

( ♡ )

In a parallel universe or in a different life, Yoongi actually lives with you. In that reality, you’re still soulmates and the difference is that he loves you back. He doesn’t have the ability to shapeshift and you don’t have to profess your love repeatedly either.

In a parallel universe or a different life, Yoongi’s cooking you dinner. Dinner would be just takeout from a drive-thru that he transfers to plates because the two of you barely ate the bourgeoisie food at your awarding ceremony. You’re still the top developer in your tech company, but the difference is that he’s there and you get to introduce him as your soulmate and not just a friend who coincidentally bears the same initials on your finger.

In a parallel universe or a different life, Yoongi is your soulmate before he is your friend. He doesn’t condense your love for him as a mere obligation. He doesn’t bat an eye at your confessions because in that reality, he’s the one who loves you more than you love him.

You don’t have that life though — what you have at the moment is Yoongi, your soulmate, not being able to see what was wrong signing you up for a dating app. You wouldn’t have known if not for the couple hundred notifications you receive in your personal phone that you left at home.

You wouldn’t be this angry if Yoongi could just accept that he went out of line.

“How many times do I have to say it over and over again?” you yell, hands flailing around helplessly. The smug look on Yoongi’s face remains, strengthened only by his stubbornness. “I love you and it’s just always been you!”

This is not the life you pictured with your soulmate. In your head, you don’t even see a particular space the two of you would live in. The home you see in your dreams is ever-changing, the layout of it never staying the same. The only thing that stays in the life you picture is Yoongi. Your Yoongi.

“Why can’t you put me in your choices atleast? We’re soulmates and you’ve been my only choice but I’m– fuck!” you exclaim, sucking in a sharp breath when you feel a momentary stab at your chest. “You don’t even consider me to be a potential girlfriend even if my initials are on your finger!”

In another world, Yoongi doesn’t look at you with a clenched jaw when you speak your mind. The two of you have grown sick at this conversation but the difference in your world now is that you’re beyond angry at him, the frustration unmistakeable when you look at him.

“Why can’t it be me, Yoongi?” you seethe, fists clenched tightly that your knuckles turn white. “For fuck’s sake, when can it be me? When can it be my turn? When do you pick me?”

Yoongi didn’t mean for you to be heated with him. It was a practical joke, only following through with the half-hearted advice he gave you when he showed up at your apartment as Dusik. 

He just wanted to prove a point that you don’t want to give up on him as much as he doesn’t want you to stop trying for him. It’s selfish, he’s selfish. And if only Yoongi could focus on how conceited he is rather than the anguish he feels about you being angry and upset at him, he would wipe off the arrogance from his face.

“I hate your job so, so fucking much. It looks pathetic to me even if I know you must enjoy it a lot,” you burst, saying your truth that you’ve tried to minimize in order to make way for his self-esteem. “Your business is to be these random people’s dream guy but you’re mine. You’re my dreamboat, my ideal guy, my person! I’m your soulmate but I feel like shit. Just utter, hopeless shit that you visit almost everyday because you don’t want to be alone!”

He can’t put it into words but in the simplest way he could put it, being alone feels like a punishment more than it is a solace. Yoongi lives alone and he can handle it, but him tolerating it doesn’t mean that he loves it. 

It’s always been you and him, one way or another. In the trench of your love, waiting for Yoongi to come around is worth it. In the shore of your doubts however, the novelty of having Yoongi is starting to wear off.

You make up your mind then and there, the ascent from your trench to your shore increasingly coming fast by the day.

“Leave. You’re not staying the night here.”

Yoongi breaks by then, a dry sob leaving his throat while he tries to plead with the resoluteness in your tone.

“What kind of-“

“What kind of soulmate throws out their other half in the middle of the night?” you interrupt, knowing that Yoongi only mentions your status when he’s desperate. “The kind that doesn’t want to be soulmates anymore.”

You sound the most casual you’ve ever been and Yoongi’s annoyed at you for it, his eyes narrowed into slits. He’ll oblige for the night, on his way to the door when he looks at you.

“With all due respect, Y/N, screw you. You don’t mean that,” he mutters, chest heaving up and down. He’s convincing you as much as he’s convincing himself. “You’re just angry, you’re sad, and you don’t mean that.”

Your back’s turned to him when he leaves, or atleast attempts to do so because he doesn’t want to make his exit when you refuse to even look at him.

“I mean it right now, let’s focus on that,” you chuckle, already turning off the lights in the apartment without sparing a single glance at him. “Go away, Yoongi.”

( ♡ )

Unsurprisingly, you find Yoongi at your house the next day when you come home from work.

He probably has your key fob microchipped on him nowadays, your huge fight from last night not being enough to deter him from coming over. He’s a stubborn and mostly annoying stain you have in your life at the exact second, the two of you unwilling to apologize to each other.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” you mutter, rolling your eyes when you set your bag down on the counter. You’re on a time crunch, the window you have of preparing yourself to look divine already closing down steadily.

“The fuck are you doing home?” Yoongi retorts just for the sake of it and simply because he wants to keep the conversation (if it was even called that) going, trying to ignore the fact that he totally bombed his comeback and makes up for it by staring at your leftover dumplings on his plate.

You’re busy fending for yourself, your eyes too preoccupied in rolling to the back of your head that you fail to notice Yoongi’s puffy with all the crying he did last night. You ignore him and go straight to your bedroom, not having enough time to multitask showering and fighting with him.

You’ve already went through your entire routine and dressed yourself up, the frustration in you only skyrocketing up when Yoongi’s still there in your kitchen.

“Either get out or move out of my way,” you say as you retrieve yourself a snack from your cupboards to munch on while you multitask, intentionally bumping your shoulder with him in the process. “I’m going out on a date.”

Yoongi heavily sighs, his fork clattering on the plate loudly. He tries to keep his emotions at bay because this is all his fault, the fight in his body tensing his shoulders.

“You’re lashing out.”

“I’m not lashing out,” you argue, looking at the clock to see if you could still fit in fighting with Yoongi between spraying your perfume and meeting your date by the front door. “Lashing out would be me bringing my date home and fucking him loudly in my room.”

He stabs the dumplings a little too harshly and a little too unnecessarily, fitting two in his mouth while clenching his fists because he knows a nasty remark is just bubbling to be said.

Yoongi’s being childish and your patience has already run thin to deal with him especially when you’re mad, the huff that leaves you sounding extremely personal.

“What are you even doing here? Go back to your house.”

“My appointment’s just at the next block. Your place is closer.”

“You could’ve just driven there directly instead of camping out here.”

Yoongi sarcastically smiles, his eyes in crescents as he makes a show of tilting his head. “Can I notspend time anymore with my best friend? My soulmate, even?”

“Stop saying the s-word,” you grit. “Don’t say that when I bring Jimin home.”

The resounding tension that envelopes the two of you finally snaps, manifesting into a scoff from Yoongi so offended and loud that it resonated in your apartment like a clap of thunder. 

“Jimin from high school? You’re exes for a reason, remember?” he exclaims, eyes blinking in disbelief because he figures he must’ve heard you wrong. “He broke up with you when he went abroad for college because he can’t do long-distance. What makes you think he’ll give you the time of day this time?”

None of his words register in your head, blissfully letting them fly over. Jimin only invited you to catch up and you obliged; it’s not like you didn’t have years of love amongst yourselves to shroud yourself in anonymisity. Plus, it’s not like he asked you to try again with him — it’s dinner. Just dinner.

“He’s already outside. Also, it’s clearly a short distance this time.”

“Don’t be smart with me,” Yoongi scoffs, standing up abruptly with his arms across his chest. “I’m gonna barricade the door if you come home with him.”

“Good. I can come home with him to his place.”

“I’ll barricade his door,” he retorts without even thinking, his brows knotted in exasperation.

“Go fuck yourself,” you narrow your eyes at him, letting your glare at him linger until you get to the front door. “While I fuck Jimin.”

“You’re so-“

Yoongi points an accusing finger at you, unable to finish his sentence now that you’ve left. You’re stubborn.

If he’s being honest, the thought of you merely giving Jimin the time of day makes him uneasy. It puts a void on his stomach and an even larger cavity in his chest.

And if Yoongi’s being more honest, he doesn’t even have an appointment nearby. He just wanted to be with you whichever way he can.

( ♡ )

Yoongi used to hate crossfit.

He hated even the concept of it because the trainers for it at the gym have a superiority complex when talking about it as if it was revolutionary; as if launching yourself a feet into the air while doing push-ups from point to point was groundbreaking.

Even his friend, Jungkook, knowsjust how much he hates it. He didn’t particularly have a preference when it comes to working out, but Yoongi’s random and unprovoked hate for random things is starting to rub off on him. They both hate crossfit… right?

Jungkook doesn’t know how to react when he sees Yoongi doing pull-ups with one hand diagonally while a kettlebell’s on the other. He doesn’t know what to feel seeing him agitatedly do push-ups while wearing a weighted vest and with his feet up on a medicine ball. 

Jungkook, for a fact, does not know what his cue should be when he sees Yoongi running 24kph on a treadmill with his eyes fixated on the phone in his hand, although he’s about 99% sure that this is not exactly crossfit.

He’s known him for years now and there’s barely anything between them that they don’t know about each other. Jungkook, however, doesn’t know the threshold of Yoongi’s emotional constipation, slightly concerned when he sees his friend’s mind drift elsewhere.

“Yoongi, are we okay there buddy?”

“Huh?” he squints, looking up from his dessert which he’s just been staring at the past two minutes.

Jungkook clears his throat, vaguely mentioning to the poor utensil in his hand. “You’re bending the fork.”

“It was already bent when you handed it to me,” he weakly counters, setting the metal down without much concern.

“I uhm, I really don’t think so.”

Yoongi only supplies with him a scowl and normally, being the filial and nosey friend that he is, it was cue for him to inquire what was going on. Jungkook likes including himself and it’s one of the numerous things he has in common with Yoongi, but it was clear as day just how differently it manifests for each of them.

Yoongi’s only been staring at the mocha crepe cake because he knows he would be incessantly interrupted by Jungkook once he started eating it, but come to to think of it, the younger hasn’t asked him even once.

He narrows his eyes at him, crossing his arms with a sly look to his face.

“What are you waiting for? I know you’re dying to ask me.”

Jungkook scoffs, rolling his eyes so passionately that Yoongi saw you in him for a second. “No, you’re dying to be asked. It’s always like this! You want to get something out of your chest but you always need me to ask first and then you pretend like you don’t like it.”

His face is far too straight and he got to the point really quickly with his delivery, his posture standing straight at the unimpressed look Yoongi gives him.

“Sorry. Your emotional constipation’s rubbing off of on me,” he hums sickeningly, batting his eyes. “Yes, Yoongi? What seems to be on your mind?”

Not even a second goes by before Yoongi breaks, his shoulders falling in recollection. “It’s Y/N. You already know my deal with her.”

“Of course I do. Aren’t we basically the same?” Jungkook tilts his head in thought. “Longtime best friends with our soulmates but the only difference is that the two of you knew at the beginning?” he continues, mixing his drink with his straw just to cushion the impending blow this conversation might inflict on him. “And uhm, that you spend every waking moment refusing her but magically, your friendship isn’t ruined over it?”

“You go on and on like an audiobook.”

He’s not the least bit offended because he does have the voice for it, but it wasn’t so audiobook-ish of him when his hands flail and his voice pitches in remembrance. “Oh also, you’re a shapeshifter! Poor Y/N has to watch you date all these people except her.”

“Which side are you on?” Yoongi looks down on his feet, the sigh that leaves him slowly weighing as much as the conflict in his mind. “There’s one more difference, by the way. I think she’s making me jealous.”

Now, Jungkook doesn’t flatter Yoongi all too much because his ego outnumbers his and that’s coming from him! But this is the one time that Jungkook has to hand it to him, his friend’s delivery and impeccable timing giving him the best chuckle he’s had this week.

“She’s intentionally making you jealous? God, Yoongi. Are we skimming over the fact that maybe she’s just grown sick of you?”

“You don’t get it!” he whines. “She’s entertaining her ex from high school. This stupidly blonde, stupidly genius, stupidly always available guy named Jimin! What a stupid name too. Seriously, he’s so-…”

The café’s well-lit and the acoustics are good too but there’s just this one cloud that forms above Jungkook when Yoongi mentions Jimin’s name, his brows suddenly furrowing in annoyance.

“Jimin?” he clarifies. “Jimin who?”

“This isn’t a knock-knock joke.”

The urge to smack Yoongi would always be larger than Jungkook’s intent to be the bigger person, his curiosity bursting at the seams. “What’s his family name, you idiot?”

“Why does it matter? You don’t know him anyway. It’s Park Jimin,” Yoongi rolls his eyes as he soothes the side of his head, equally as annoyed now. 

The gasp coming from Jungkook alone shushes the entire café, his eyes as expressive as ever and his voice even louder, forcing Yoongi to sink further to his seat until the onlookers take their eyes away from the table.

“You’re joking me!” he booms, running his hands though his hair in a frenzy. “Guy from Busan, stayed until high school, then went to Harvard for college?”

“How do you know him?” Yoongi questions but at this point the how doesn’t matter as much as the why, his friend’s expression enough to keep him at the edge of his seat.

“Because he tried poaching my soulmate too!” Jungkook exclaims, pausing between words because he’s still speechless. “It’s this long story. We’re distant family friends, then I almost lost my bond, then-…”

Yoongi shushes him, putting up a hand for the both of them to stay on track. “Can we get back to me? Can we put a pause on the Jungkook and soulmate show?”

They’re a duo of insufferable people, one more self-absorbed and insufferable than the other. Jungkook sees much of his past self in Yoongi despite the latter being older, the irony of the situation rendering him breathless.

“What do I do about Jimin? Surely, he has a soulmate and it’s definitely not my Y/N,” Yoongi desperately asks for advice even if he thinks it’s beneath him, rubbing his face with his hands.

Jungkook thanks the universe and his soulmate for shaping him to be a better person because he could now hear what he used to sound like back then and by god was he emotionally constipated.

“My Y/N?” he mimics. “Let’s get you back to bed, uncle.”

He makes the internal reminder to get Yoongi away from crossfit because the punch that lands on his thigh is definitely powerful, making him wince loudly that once agains puts the both of them at the center of attention.

“Ow! What?! You can’t just refuse to be a thing with Y/N but then gatekeep her the moment she entertains another guy. That’s not how it works, believe me! I’ve literally been there before.”

Yoongi can hear Jungkook, but he doesn’t exactly understand.

He’s not oblivious to continue refusing the parallels between him and Jungkook but surely, the way it worked out for his friend means that it would for him too, right? 

He’s in denial but he’s not there at the stage yet where he actually acknowledges that he is, stuck in the realm of hope that you’re not sick of him yet.

“Okay what if– what if we try to find out who this Jimin’s soulmate is? Look for them, pluck just one strand of hair, and I shapeshift into them? Then I’ll tell him to back off from other people and only focus on his soulmate!”

Jungkook winces, scratching his head. “That’s wrong. And unethical. You have so many things to unpack, Yoongi.”

“It’s not my fault I can shapeshift!” he exasperatedly sighs, briefly mirroring Jungkook by shifting to him just to prove a point.

“It’s your fault that you’re this constipated to be willing to go to great lengths just to steer Y/N away from Jimin!”

“What do I do then?” Yoongi groans, plunking his head onto the table. He doesn’t even have to raise his head for Jungkook to know that he’s nearing a dead end, his hope about to run out sooner or later. “What did you do?”

“I woke up. Figured I was too self-absorbed back then to realize that it’s always been her for me.”

Jungkook shakes his friend, prompting him to start eating the crepe cake he treated him to but refuse to eat because he’s still wallowing in worry over where he stands with you.

“Wake up, Yoongi,” he sighs, looking down on the markings on his own ring finger that he thanks the heavens for every single day. “The universe works in mysterious ways.”

( ♡ )

Yoongi prides himself for having 20/20 vision.

He’s always boasted about his vision not deceiving him even once, the constant praise whenever he gets his yearly check-ups fully seeping into his head.

He’s neither suffering from a hangover nor vertigo. Yoongi’s mind is in a sound and safe place which is why he doesn’t get how it could be playing jokes on him now, the most crucial of times he’s been going through with you.

Your soulmate mark has completely disappeared.

It simply cannot be true to how his initials disappeared overnight and you just woke up one day to see that they’re gone. Yoongi’s hand is gripping yours tightly as if you’d suddenly disappear too, the glare he has at your ring finger vacant and unnerving at the same time.

“It’s blank. Oh my god, it’s completely blank,” your eyes can’t seem to believe it too, a silent gasp leaving you in shock.

You’ve already said your piece but it’s not what Yoongi’s looking for. You’re not as distraught nor panicked as he is and he knows right there that you’re only fucking with him, making him sigh in exhaustion.

“It’s obvious why you didn’t study liberal arts,” he mutters, rubbing your finger furiously. It makes absolutely no sense when not a single hint of his initials peek through, the worry over his lack of a mark on you growing by the second.

“Huh?” Yoongi says under his breath, his pursuit of trying to get your stint to budge leading him closer to you to the point that your foreheads almost bump when he looks to you. “Okay, what’s the secret? You used pot concealer instead of liquid? You color-corrected? Tons of setting spray?” he tries, licking his lips that turned dry in exasperation. He’s running out of ways you could’ve executed this, mind turning up empty. “You uh, you got it tattooed over with your exact shade match?”

The dread that fills Yoongi is liquid hurt. It builds up from droplets and takes form wherever it flows, turning murky in contained and neglected spaces. He can’t move on from the hurt that’s in his chest when he glances at your empty ring finger and then to his that still has yours; that still links you to him, yet unreciprocated.

“Why is it not budging?” 

“You’re rubbing all the way to my bone,” you chuckle, unable to read the anxiousness behind his tone. He looks disturbed even, lips parted with no explanation coming to mind.

“You’ve got me, Y/N,” he painfully chuckles, catching his bottom lip between his teeth. He bites too hard that he draws blood, eyes flickering ever so often. “Where did you hide the cameras this time?”

“Yoongi, I’m telling you! It’s really blank!” you chuckle but not as easily as the last time, sensing the atmosphere in the room that only favored you but not him. “Quick, walk into the wall. Let’s see if I feel it!”

He doesn’t know how you still have it in you to joke. He doesn’t know how you’re not panicking and as much as he’s figured that this is only one of the rare times where the universe favors you, he didn’t know it would result to this.

“First, I’m not walking into a wall. Second, you stop lying to me.”

“I’m not lying! I’m really serious!” your hands raise in defense, taking a step away from him. The starting notes of your laugh start to build but it never comes out fully because Yoongi interrupts you with a bitter laugh, throwing his head back in frustration.

You’re laughing. You’re unfazed and you’re laughing at Yoongi being at the end of his rope, his worry over losing his soulmate turning unrequited.

“Well then congrats on not having me as a soulmate anymore. I’m so happy for you!”

“What’s with the attitude?” you raise an eyebrow at him, scoffing in retaliation. It had only been lighthearted (for you, atleast) awhile ago and perhaps, maybe even humorous. You didn’t expect that he would receive the news like this at all. “No, congratulations to you, Yoongi, because you’ve been whining for years how you don’t want me and now you finally got it!”

The truth you say has been Yoongi’s for the longest time and the old him would’ve been thrilled because you finally got it. You finally got where he’s coming from and he didn’t need to deal with you pining after him but now that the realization comes here, one that you say to his face — it doesn’t feel good at all.

“Yeah, and I know and regret that now because I didn’t actually think the universe would listen!” his voice raises, pointing at his chest. “Fuck me for not thinking that the universe would stop to listen to my half-hearted wishes, am I right?”

“You’re right. Fuck you, actually!” you agree in spite, practically spitting your next words. “You’re so conceited. Why are you turning on me the moment you get what you thought you wanted?”

Yoongi doesn’t get it too.

He doesn’t get how he lets the flaw of his own insistence slip through his fingers so carelessly. He doesn’t even know what he wanted in the first place and it terrorizes him to know that he might just never know why, the answer for it only seen as a distant memory of you.

He doesn’t get how long he’s retained his insistence of preserving his safety zone by trying to deter you from loving him, when in reality, you’re the epitome of security itself. He didn’t think it through at all.

Yoongi didn’t think when he spent the past few years of his life rejecting your confessions and proposals in every opportunity that he could. Didn’t even leave you hanging from a thread of hope at all that he’d like you back; just a clean, straight refusal.

He didn’t stop to consider that the universe works in mysterious ways, because if he did earlier, he would’ve prayed to make you stay despite not being the type to get on his knees at all.

“Because I didn’t actually think we would stop being soulmates! I didn’t think that there’d be a reality where we aren’t together!” his voice cracks, his hands trembling at his sides. “It’s always been us, Y/N. I’ll always want you around.”

“Do you just want me around or do you want me?” you ask, the silence that follows after it being an accumulation of the ones you’ve had to spent alone when he rejected you. “I can’t be the background noise in your life, Yoongi. Not anymore. Y-yes, I know there are soulmates that are meant to be platonic but I don’t want that,” you stress, the tears springing to your eyes. “I can’t have that.”

It’s an ultimatum you didn’t know you would ever make at all.

“It’s either you have me as your soulmate or you don’t have me at all,” you say in strength, your thumb hovering about the ghost of his initials on your finger. “I can’t stand being your friend anymore.”

“You’d throw that away?” Yoongi croaks, taken aback. “You’d throw that– us away after all this time?”

“I would.”

“Your initials are still on my finger,” he reminds, sniffling as he pushes his hair back. This can’t be. You seriously can’t be posing this ultimatum to him, one that would determine both his present and future.

“Yours aren’t on mine,” you shot back. The lump on your throat is far too large to even swallow, each breath you take making it harder for you. “For the love of god, Yoongi, can you not deflect?” 

Yoongi’s the most panicked that he’s ever been in his life and in your surprising and rarely selfish nature, you don’t even pause.

“This is a big decision, Y/N! Can’t you please just give me some time to think?”

“No. You’ve had enough time to think when you’ve been stringing me around for years.”

The hurt that bubbles up in Yoongi comes like a riptide, unsuspecting yet just as devastating. There’s no pause between his words, much too smooth and articulate for someone who’s as panicked as he is now. They’ve stayed at the tip of his tongue before and lingered in the back of his mind even longer.

“I can’t think because I’m not sure about you, Y/N! I’m not sure if I’ve always kept you around because I want us to be more like soulmates than we are as friends,” he sobs. “I don’t know if I can love you how you love me.”

The liquid hurt in Yoongi’s bones solidifies but yours evaporates. It should hurt for you — you know that it should pain you the most now. You wait and you wait for the hiss before the sting but it doesn’t come. 

The weight lifts off from you instantly and you don’t even know why or how it happens. Whatever it was though, you let it carry your burdens for you. You only painfully nod, leaving Yoongi in your own house.

Yoongi can’t love you the way you love him — it’s the answer you’re looking for now, and it’s the same answer you swallowed down when you first professed your love for him years ago. 

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Jimin didn’t expect you to report back to him this quickly and this late at night to say the very least, his sleepiness being pushed back when you stand at his door.

You slur the words but you’re not even drunk with alcohol. You’ve walked the long way to Jimin in order to take off your mind from your fight with Yoongi but there was just something n your system, one that made you even forget who you were fleeing.

There’s no Yoongi that comes into your mind during your walk, in fact, you were starting to think that the name didn’t even make sense to you because you couldn’t put a face to it. All you knew was where you’re going and who you were going to — only Jimin.

The more you walked and the more you came closer to Jimin, it was only him that filled your mind. In fact, you didn’t even know where you came from at this point, the details a blur in your head except for Jimin who’s standing in front of you.

“It worked. He bought it.”

It’s the last words that Jimin heard from you before you quite literally froze up, eyes closing solemnly despite standing upright until you open them again, the glaze behind it shining brighter the more you looked at him.

“Jimin, my love,” you drawl, squealing in delight as you launch yourself to him in a hug. “What a handsome soulmate I have.”

Jimin flushes at the realization, frozen in his position as he only puts his hand at the small of your back, patting you in comfort.

He needs some pen and paper, his notes, and the brainpower to calculate his next decision.

( ♡ )

Yoongi makes no move to drive himself home.

He doesn’t even have the willpower to leave from where you left him, his knees giving in to situate himself on the couch where he could sink further in his self-loathing. He has half the mind to recognize that you need the space, especially tonight, even if it means leaving the comfort of your own home because he (your demise) was there.

He doesn’t know anything, other than the fact that he’s repulsive and he wants nothing more than to go seek you but he doesn’t know where he should start; if you would even want to see him in the event that he finds you.

He considers calling your phone and at this point, he’d be contented even with the line ringing or you declining. Yoongi stays rooted in your house as a placeholder that he doesn’t even know you would be acclimated to having, stuck in the very space with no purpose at all.

He’s waiting for either you or a miracle and both revolve around him being able to see you for just one more time, then another, then again and again after so. He’s waiting for you and only you, and he didn’t even think you would come through the door in first place — much more with someone else.

The door beeps open and Yoongi launches himself from where he sat, his stance protective the moment his eyes land on you and Jimin.

The guy is just as shocked to see Yoongi of all people, lips parted open in surprise. Jimin’s just about to ask Yoongi what the hell he’s doing here in the first place but he’s cut off when you grumble against his neck, forgetting momentarily that you were clinging to him by the hip the whole time.

“What are you doing with Y/N?” Yoongi questions, taking large steps towards the both of you. There’s practically smoke coming off from the top of his head, his fists clenched at his sides,

“Taking her to her room, obviously,” Jimin scoffs, attempting to dodge past Yoongi with you in tow but to no avail, the latter’s arm outstretched.

“She’s drunk.”

“She’s not,” Jimin insists, punctuating his desperation.

He moves past Yoongi this time but he doesn’t get far at all, his arm being wrung tightly. His hand awaits on your back out of instinct, the whiplash putting the both of them on edge.

“Hey, buddy, Y/N’s drunk.”

Jimin groans, prying Yoongi’s hand off him just as easily as he clamped it. “She’s not drunk! Not in that way, atleast,” he mutters, putting you closer to his chest that sets off Yoongi further. “Just back off.”

“What do you mean not in that way?” Yoongi bursts, his vision darkening. He sets out a hand once again to get you away from Jimin, his hold on you much gentler. “Asshole. I said don’t-…”

“She’s drunk, but not actually drunk!” Jimin caves, pinching his nosebridge but not before swatting away Yoongi’s hand. The latter belatedly realizes that Jimin’s not even holding onto you to keep you steady, it was purely you clinging to him. Jimin can’t put it into proper, technical terms because he’s always known that Yoongi isn’t his equal ever since high school, dumbing it down the best as he could that it physically makes him shudder.

“She’s drunk… in love.”

“What?” Yoongi squints, his face contorted into confusion and disbelief at the same time. “Are you high?”

“I’m not high. I mean it!” he groans, throwing his head back. He looks at you while you slip in and out of consciousness, his thumb underneath your chin to get you to look up. “Y/N’s literally drunk in love.”

You being attached to Jimin doesn’t make sense. What Jimin’s saying now isn’t making sense. You immediately coming to your ex, Jimin, after your fight with him doesn’t make any sense. None of everything that’s happening is making sense and Yoongi’s head is bound to erupt any time, the migraine forming in his temples giving Jimin a smaller window to explain.

“My friends and I made this drug for our company’s upcoming breakthrough and Y/N volunteered to try it out.”

“You drugged her?!” Yoongi yells, eyes wide and furious.

“I think you have selective hearing,” Jimin grits, offended at the insinuation. “It’s this drug that’s supposed to temporarily desensitize you to your soulmate, okay? It worked because clearly your initials are gone from her.”

None of them should be making sense but it does. It scares Yoongi that this whole thing could be condensed down to an explanation because it only makes it much more real; much more vulnerable.

“So I’m still her soulmate?” he asks with a lump on his throat, his rage simmering down back into sadness.

“Yeah, unfortunately,” Jimin snorts, running a hand through his hair. “It’d last for a week but we have yet to know all of the possible side effects,” he kisses his teeth, going through his internal checklist. “So far, we found out that although it desensitizes a person towards their soulmate,” he trails, perhaps a little bit amused if he was saying the truth. “They cling to the first person they see.”

How awful, Yoongi thinks.

“Y/N’s drunk in me,” Jimin announces with a grin. “She thinks I’m her soulmate.”

You’re waking up little by little and Jimin figures that your unconsciousness is only temporary and a one-time thing, considering that you’re back to trying to entangle all of your limbs with him in an eager embrace.

“Snap out of it, Y/N,” Yoongi says outloud to you, completely disregarding that Jimin’s still in the room.

He even makes a move to try and pull you away from him but to no avail, his interruption only making you raise an eyebrow at him. You look at Yoongi from afar despite being near and it’s haunting, the tilt in your head giving your sentiments away.

“Who are you?” you question genuinely, brows furrowed slightly. You turn back to the person you know most in this room at the moment, who’s none other than Jimin. “Who’s he, Jimin?”

“You don’t know this guy?” he questions, his mind computing rapidly.

“Not at all,” you confirm, not sparing a single glance back at Yoongi.

There’s a tense silence because all that Yoongi could hear now is the fuzz in his brain and the pulsing of his heart, his chest deflating in anguish.

“You promise me? You don’t know this guy at all?” Jimin confirms to you once more, assessing you deeply.

“I promise. I’d never lie to you,” you say with a frown, both of the guys knowing that from your tone alone, all you’re saying is the truth.

Jimin takes it down quickly, his tone more somber and less hostile than before.

“That’s another side effect then. Not only can it desensitize, but it also makes you forget about your soulmate completely.”

The two of them are talking as if you’re not in the room with them but it doesn’t make a difference otherwise because you’re only focused on Jimin, your eyes all endeared just by the silhouette of him alone.

Yoongi can’t will his mind to focus on just one thing, his frustration coming off as a strangled yelp.

“You’re shitting me! Make an antidote or something!”

“We still have to wait out the whole week.”

“It’s like you’re just asking me to slap you!” he grits, hand outstretched already yet retreating when Jimin mocks him in return, pointing at you whose head is turned from Yoongi. Of course, you think Yoongi’s your soulmate — of course you’d shower him with affection.

“Can you guys be any louder? I wanna sleep. Please take me to bed,” your attention’s only turned to Jimin, the guy nodding earnestly.

He’s about to coax you into your room when a voice cuts into the air, an eager tap being placed on your shoulder.

“I’m Yoongi.”

You look back at the guy who introduced himself, a smile on his face that doesn’t quite reach his eyes but looks like he’s just begging to be given a sliver of attention.

You don’t mind him though.

“Hi, Yoongi,” you curtly respond, turning your back on him. “Take me to bed, Jimin.”

( ♡ )

Your vocabulary’s not affected by Jimin’s experiment at all, except for the fact that the word you utter most is his name and barely Yoongi’s.

He neither came home nor went to sleep, his mind not being granted even a single second of rest because all he can think about how this is only a mere, flawed glimpse of what you would be like if he wasn’t your soulmate anymore and it’s terrifying. It puts goosebumps onto his skin and instills the fear of fate on him, obvious by the way he’s only been functioning long enough for the past hours for the sake of reliving the same alternate reality again and again.

You come out of your room and there’s still that same dazed look on your face, eyes less crazed but more yearning. Yoongi awaits any reaction from you that would lead him to think everything that’s happened in the last 24 hours is only a figment of his imagination.

It’s early in the morning but the sorrow from the evening already hits you through a frown, your eyes darting everywhere.

“Where’s Jimin?” you ask, shaking your head. “Why am I still here?”

“You live here,” Yoongi answers, keeping his hands to himself. He begrudgingly makes the internal note to relay your momentary forgetting to Jimin later even if talking to him is the last thing he’ll ever want to do.

You gasp then, eagerly nodding your head because that one piece of information definitely traces back to you. “Oh, right,” you nod, your lip curling once again. “Why are you here?”

Yoongi’s not sure how he should answer that.

He’s unsure if he should answer that he’s here and stayed the night because he was worried sick about you after your fight, almost driven to passing out in overwhelm especially when Jimin brought you home.

He doesn’t know if he should say that in your home because it’s only rational since you’re soulmates, and that he dislikes being alone, and that being with you calms him down an infinite amount; if he could just skim over the fact that you barely have any recollection of him and will continue to do so for the next week.

Yoongi can’t determine to whether or not he should tell you that he wants to spend every second with you because should be the precursor for you to believe that you don’t want him anymore, he’s left with a memory of you, no matter how painful.

“Because I live here too,” he says a half-truth, trailing off in remembrance of you nagging him to go back to his house.

“We live together?” you question once again, your face contorted in confusion. “Why?”

You don’t even mean malice with it and Yoongi knows that exactly, the bit of realization even more painful because he knew that you would question him with snark and tears otherwise. In your foggy, Jimin-centric brain, it doesn’t make sense why you and Yoongi practically live together.

Because we’re soulmates, he wants to answer.

It’s the same question he asks himself because he doesn’t know how you let him either — when in reality, he already knows why and it’s because you love him. The even bigger question is if he was even deserving of you.

“Because we wanted to,” Yoongi leaves it at that, clearing his throat as he pushes a plate towards you that he put together on short notice. “Here’s breakfast. This is your favorite.”

You don’t even move to thank him curtly, head tilting in curiosity. You have all the questions yet he doesn’t know if he has all the answers, his heart hurting whichever way he addresses you.

“But why do we want to live with each other?” 

“Because we care for each other.” (Read: because we’re soulmates and because we’ve been friends and soulmates our whole lives and I don’t ever see us parting.)

You nod at Yoongi’s brief answer, stuck in staring off to space for a couple of seconds before you swallow down everything.

“Oh,” you hum somewhat satisfied. “You know where Jimin is?” you open a new line of questioning this time, tone picking up more. “Do we live with him or is it just the two of us?”

Jimin’s testing out his method of withdrawing himself this time, living out the remainder of the week by not making any contact with you and assigning Yoongi to report back to him. He’s not even meant to say everything to you in technical terms, knowing that he has to make up lies the whole week regarding Jimin’s whereabouts.

It’s only and should be a simple, trivial question regarding your living situation but Yoongi can’t help the hiccup that builds in his chest, heart heavy with nothing he can do about.

“Just the two of us,” Yoongi mutters, tracing your initials on his finger discreetly. It was one of the things you did when you felt like confessing to him silently, eyes not even meeting each other’s for you to tell him that you love him. He’s desperate to have you do it to him again — pathetically and helplessly pleading for you to come back to him again. “Always just the two of us.”

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Yoongi finds it admirable that you grow warmer to him by the night, nevermind that you’re not doing it for familiarity but rather to get closer to Jimin through him.

Not once does he leave your side whenever you stroll back out to thr living room, plopping onto the couch to eat dinner made by him to which you aren’t weirded about. You no longer inquired him why he’s here, just accepting his presence because the back of your mind tells you that you’re used to him in the first place.

“I miss Jimin,” he hears you sigh for the umpteenth time, an automatic rigid smile painted on his face. He doesn’t want to hear about him at all actually, however he’d do anything just to get you to keep talking in the event that it’s the last he’ll hear from you.

“You don’t say,” he hums, tuning out his name as he tries to pretend that it’s his instead.

You can’t distinguish the far relaxed nature to Yoongi’s intonations because after all, you barely remember any of him and his quirks for you to compare his attitude to. For all you know, he’s just a calm and calculating person that you know in your life, one whose eyes just can’t stop straying to his hands.

Yoongi doesn’t want to feel like he’s mourning but the feeling in his chest is akin to it anyway, something resembling repentance rising out of it from nowhere when you let your curiosity get the best of you.

You’re unfathomably upset because Jimin’s nowhere to be found. One second you’re sighing and at the other you become molten aluminum at thrashing just to see him.

It’s painful to see you like this and he tries his best to gather you to his arms to calm you down, shushing you to the best of his abilities that annoy you even further.

“I don’t want you! I want Jimin!”

“I’m the only one you have,” he says just as urgently, releasing you from his hold but you melt to him anyway, in a fit of tears with your hands covering your face.

It hurts to see you yearn for another person who isn’t him (read: your soulmate) and it hurts more to even grasp that this could’ve been your vignette the whole time that he’s been working, perhaps even the whole time that you’ve been pining after him.

“But I don’t wanna have you,” you enunciate with a sob that wracks your body yet destroy Yoongi’s core, his intake of breath being shallower the more that you refuse him.

“Can you find him for me please? Did I do anything wrong? Maybe he’ll respond to your texts.”

“You’ve never done anything wrong,” he comes to his sense just to scold you, eyes narrowing of why you could’ve conjured up such a thing.

“But I must’ve done something,” you whine. “Jimin doesn’t love me.”

“It’s impossible not to love you,” Yoongi interjects faster than the impulsive thought had formed in your brain, his eyes stern and promising. “Your soulmate must be the luckiest bastard in the world.”

You hear him once again but you can’t understand him, the words meaning nothing to you because you aren’t even sure of the level of relation you had with him before your memory became hazy.

“But my soulmate doesn’t even love me back!” 

You have him there, ironic that you’re going through the same situation twice. You’ve went through it with Yoongi for years genuinely, while you’ve been going through it with Jimin for five days because of an experiment.

“He loves you,” he says it in confidence and assurance, his hands unknowingly making their way to grip your shoulders for you to look at him when he’s speaking the truth. “He’s a conceited asshole and he’s really flawed, but he’s trying his best to love you more than you deserve,” his voice cracks briefly, clearing his throat. “Must be hard to swallow down the fact that the universe is too generous to him because he has you for a soulmate. He must feel like he’s the scum of the earth because he has the greatest, most lovable person in the world loving him, and he used to take it for granted.”

It’s warm. Too warm, too personal, and too familiar — and in your head, Jimin is the only person in your head who fills all three boxes.

“Jimin feels like that?”

“Hmm,” Yoongi agrees, lying easily. “He also hopes that it’s not too late.”

In a moment’s notice, he furthers the distance between the two of you as if the oddly-spurred passionate conversation the two of you had never happened.

Your memory’s not acting up when you remember that you came out to join Yoongi to talk about Jimin, but now, you wouldn’t believe yourself that it’s actually the reason you came out.

This time it’s you who reaches out for Yoongi, clearing your throat.

“Who’s that?” you point to his ring finger, eyes peeking at the initials. It’s just like yours, the irony of it making you giggle. “That’s not me, isn’t it?” 

“And if it was?” Yoongi asks, eyes still gentle but his voice much too mellow to the point that you’d think he isn’t breathing.

“I wouldn’t believe you,” you answer, carelessly shrugging.

Yoongi purses his lips and he knows he should stop prodding now because the last time he did, it ended with him driving you right into Jimin’s arms to experiment him out of your life. He can’t hold his tongue now, even when he knows he’s bound to suffer from himself anyway.

“Why not?”

“Because if that’s me, then I should be in love with you right now and not Jimin,” you trail, your tone reeking obviousness. It’s clear enough for you, atleast, but Yoongi takes nothing but murkiness from it.

“Hmm,” he hums, pointing to your hand. “Why do you love Jimin if his initials aren’t on your finger then?”

“You got me there,” you snort, the words unwilling to roll off easily from your mouth. In fact, nothing forms in your mind anyway, just a mere vision that you can discern yet not verbalize. “I don’t know. I can’t explain it. I just love him.”

It’s a confession that sets you apart from the soulmate that Yoongi knows, all before you had been desperate enough to desensitize yourself to his very existence.

“You can’t explain love?” he asks gently, eyes lowering down in thought.

“Can anybody?” you counter resignedly, the concept of just settling for the fact that there’s things that are unexplainable being enough for you.

Yoongi feels the most alive that he’s felt since the past day, the smile on his face being so nostalgic and sentimental to you for some reason that it momentarily makes you dizzy.

“My soulmate can. She’d profess her love for me every chance she gets. Would do it in all the ways she could find.”

You can explain love. You’re talkative and you always have the right words to say. You have the stubbornness in you that when put to its fullest power, puts his ego to shame. You have the convincing power of a company in you, one that has nothing to its name and only its very being to prove with.

You can put love into words and it’s daunting how you can condense everything you’ve ever felt for Yoongi into the many confessions you give him. In your loud drunken spiels all the way to your silent telepathic stints — you’re the embodiment of love. You can explain love and it makes sense because you would know your own.

“She sounds like a handful,” you murmur, brows furrowed to how Yoongi describes someone who’s clearly not on the same wavelength as he is with lovesick dedication in his face.

“She’s my handful though.”

“Does she come by here often then?” your brows raise, your headache throbbing the more that Yoongi speaks to you.

“You already know her,” Yoongi smiles tightly, looking right through you. He looks at you like he’s a dog that looks for its owner, ready to be at your beck and call. “I just don’t know if you can’t recognize her.”

“Show me a picture! Maybe it’ll jog my memory,” you offer enthusiastically, already knowing that you’re missing bits here and there but maybe seeing Yoongi’s soulmate would push you to remember faster.

“Maybe another time.”

Yoongi’s turned solemn, breathing shallowly as if he doesn’t want you to have a clue that you’re even seeing him right now.

“It’s just a picture! You looked like you were gonna cry when you were talking about her,” you pout, giving in eventually. “Aw, come on! You’re not sharing her?” 

“No,” he answers almost immediately, masking his certainty with an uneasy chuckle. “I hope not.” 

( ♡ )

You feel fuzzy.

Fuzzy in the sense that you remember clearly the two days you’ve lived but operated with your mind from afar; every interaction and every word crystal clear.

Fuzzy in the sense that it’s overwhelming, the good kind this time, but still overwhelming to the point that you have to take a breather outside of your apartment that feels suffocating to be in.

You’re five days ahead of schedule, the effect of the pill that was supposed to desensitize you to Yoongi and have other as drastic side effects being cut early.

It’s only relief that fills you when you walk out and hear Yoongi’s light snores in your guest bedroom instead of the living room, alleviating your momentary guilt at leaving this time — but only to give yourself the space to think, of course.

It’s only solace that envelopes you when you screw your eyes shut and look to your ring finger while you hold your breath, the consolation of seeing Yoongi’s initials still on there satiating you.

You’re not in your room and not even in the apartment at all. You’re not at the hallway and not even anywhere in your entire apartment complex. You’re not at the convenience store nearby where you typically go on walks just to take your mind off things and buy yourself snacks. He’s already checked and checked — Yoongi can’t find you anywhere.

He fears the worst. The absolute, most heartbreaking worst. He can’t even fathom where he got the strength to dial your number on his phone because he thought he would be faced with nothing, the proof that you’ve cut all ties with him by disconnecting completely.

Yoongi doesn’t know what possesses him when you answer easily on the second ring, your voice lighthearted.

“You’re wrong,” you hum. “Your apartment’s easy to break into just like mine.”

“Where are you?” Yoongi asks first amongst the other hundred questions he’s been dying to do so, the relief that fills him unable to be topped. You’ve just said your location but he still asks, hesitant that this may just be some cruel joke.

You stay quiet at your side of the line, looking around his place with a fondness you can’t even begin to start tackling.

“I’m at home.”

There’s nothing that comes to your mind besides the fact that it actually looks like your home. It resembles your home when you only had a mattress on the floor and no bedframe when you moved in, when you started sticking up pictures with tape that you didn’t know would ruin the walls, and when you finally found your sense of the style and had the finances and time to do it — it resembles your home all at the same time.

There’s several pictures of you and Yoongi together that line up the walls and the shelves, notes written behind them in your handwriting that you didn’t think he would keep.

Your parcels that he received with your name on it are all gathered near the doorway, the flyers of your favorite restaurants hung up by the fridge. Yoongi’s house looks more like your home and it almost brings you to tears.

He never noticed it, in fact. Hasn’t noticed the way that his definition of his home has shifted to your taste and how his definition of love turned into you. It had been gradually building through the years that Yoongi hasn’t stopped to figure that your home has become his, all to the point that he’s been living in it the whole time.

“I’m waiting,” you mutter as soon as you open the door to Yoongi who had ran all the way here in a frenzy, chest heaving up and down. “I’m waiting for you to make it up to me.”

“I’ll do that and more,” Yoongi nods in earnest and immediately leaps in to kiss you, finally feeling that you’ve given him the opportunity to breathe. 

He kisses you so endearingly that you’re surprised you haven’t done it before with him because the way he does so feels like second nature. He breathes you in until he feels like he can exhale, catching his breath as he settles his head to the crook of your neck.

“I was waiting for that too,” you snort, speaking at the same time as him.

“What I said that night-…”

“I remember,” you interrupt. “You’re not the scum of the earth, Yoongi, and I’m not the greatest person in the world either.”

“Whatever makes you sleep at night,” he rolls his eyes even if he knows a fool would see that you aren’t anything short of great. “I’m sorry for making you wait,” he apologizes, eyes flickering to yours. “But you don’t have to wait around for me anymore, okay?”

It’s a great mound of consolation that he’d be willing to trek over and over again if it means making up for everything he’s done.

“I can’t love you the way that you love me because nobody can compare to you,” he whispers, crossing his heart in promise. “But believe me, please, I’ll make up for all of the lost time and I’ll love you the best that I could.”

It’s a progress, a working one at that, wherein you’d meet Yoongi in the middle of.

“I can’t confess my love for you every two weeks-…”

“Oh shut up,” you roll your eyes, playfully attempting to break off his hug to which he doesn’t let you.

“Because that’s too spread out. I’ll do it everyday,” Yoongi finishes, the grin on his face pleasantly annoying.

“You’re the worst,” you weakly offer, letting yourself into the moment of vulnerability by abandoning your defenses.

“You’re sounding like me,” he laughs, pressing just one more kiss to your forehead.

You’re the universe’s reward to Yoongi for everything he’s ever done, the resounding desire in his whole being to just be the best he could ever be for you reverberating throughout his home and yours.

“You don’t have to ask me to love you anymore,” he says gently, eyes holding up the entirety of a truth he can’t deny. “I’d give you the sun even if you didn’t ask me to.”

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again, one of my fav authors on tumblr, their work never fails to make me giggle and kick my feet

red string 1

“our connection is determined by a tiny invisible string”

summary: you figured it was too late for your string to solidify, used to the idea of finding someone on your own, who also never got their string. However, your string began to tug when you least expected it, to the last person or people you would have ever thought. 

genre: soulmate au, red string of fate au, poly au, 

pairing: BTS (Yoongi centered) x Reader 

status: ongoing (random updates)

warnings: slight yandere themes, smut, insecure reader, alcohol, talks of jealousy, soul bonds, mentions of past abuse,

chapter warnings: soul pain, first meetings, running away, mc didn’t really want a bond, cinderella-esque plot line, small panic attack, mc is cynical, allusions to past abusive relationship, 

I am not going to have a taglist for this fic. I will only be using the permanent taglist as its intended for all of my fics.

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masterlist // part 2

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Being in your twenties was weird. You went from being in a structured routine for twelve plus years, having to ask to go to the bathroom, to being on your own and having to make mistake after mistake until you get the hang of being an adult (even if you never actually figure it out).

Being in your twenties also meant something else to most of the world’s population. The tiny string of fate that was always thought of as a fantasy would solidify, only visible to you and the person or people on the other end. The string was supposed to lead you to your soulmate/s, but sometimes only served to be a reminder of what you couldn’t have.  

Some people are lucky enough to already be with their soulmates and receive their string when they meet them, even before their twentieth birthday. You were not so lucky.

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this isn't on tumblr anymore but its on author's ao3, GO CHECK IT OUT !!!!! genuinely one of my favorite fics EVER, like its def in my top 5.

absolutely amazing, much love to author

Trip No Further | Chapter 20 (Finale)

Summary: When your valiant attempt to get your best friend laid not only backfires, but results in one mind-boggling discovery—that the world-famous idol Min Yoongi of BTS is your soulmate—you’re forced to confront your new reality. Soon, you will need each other’s touch to survive. Too bad Suga, despite his sweet name, is proving to be something of an acquired taste…

Pairing: idol!Yoongi x Reader Genre: soulmate!au, idol!au, slow burn, heavy humor, smut, idiots/nemeses/enemies to biases/lovers (iykyk) Word Count: ~16.7k Rating: 18+ Warnings: swearing, mentions of drinking/partying probably, multiple orgasms, dirty filthy talk, 69 😏 (nice), reader gets a booboo so a very brief mention of blood, jimin is a: menace, daehyun and hana are: correct, blow jobs, cunnilingus, MEMMMMORIES all alone in the mOOOONLIGHT, hurt/comfort, tooth-rotting fluff, delicious ambiguity, The End. Links: AO3, Masterlist 🖤 Please note: Trip No Further does not have a tag list 🖤

A/N: Thank you for sticking with me until the end, my most beloved Trip Heads 💜

Chapter Twenty (Finale): The Means To The End

June

Dribble the ball to the hoop Behind the back and loop dee loop Adelai, dance across the…

Jesus fuck. Why the fuck did that stupid song have to be so goddamn catchy?

Yoongi’s sitting in his hotel suite by the window, staring out at the lush green trees hemming this side of New York’s Central Park. The lights are off, a new sun is rising, and he cannot get the sound of your obnoxious, slurred voice—objectively speaking!—out of his head.

It’s the first time he’s been alone for more than an hour since it happened: the Incident. One second he’d been fleeing the basketball game before the big rush, and the next some drunken, ungainly, English-speaking girl was tripping into him in the middle of the goddamn aisle at Madison Square Park and—

He’s in shock. That’s what this is, right? Shock is what had kept him silent all the way out of the stadium and into Jae’s rental car. Shock is why he hadn’t mentioned what had happened—what he’d felt when you two brushed fingers—until he was safely back at the Ritz-Carlton, and Jae was gone, and Yoongi was alone with nothing but his tingling hand and his addled thoughts in the elevator.

He’d called Namjoon. That seemed like the thing to do—it was three hours earlier in Los Angeles, so he’d probably still be up, and Yoongi’s fingers still felt kind of warm and funny when he’d dialed his leader’s number. He’d just sort of stated it, deadpan, as though he were informing Namjoon of something banal and crude, like that he’d developed a blood blister on his pinky toe.

Hi, Joonah—yeah, the weather in New York is hot. Very hot. This hotel carves its soap into the shape of a flower. Also, I just met my soulmate.

And then he’d hung up. He’d done his part, right? Nothing left to do but wait. As expected, Namjoon had taken care of everything—he immediately informed Sejin, and also the members, and then someone called Kitae, and then everyone knew. All Yoongi had to do was open his room when the first frantic knock sounded at the door. He’d bowed curtly to Sejin, avoiding the older man’s eyes, and then sat in the armchair he’s in now, facing the window, while Kitae and Sejin talked on the phone, buzzing and panicking around him.

Not that he iced them out or anything! Not really. He joined in the conversation when necessary—because of him, it was determined that there was no need to go on the Soulmate Registry, since he remembered the girl’s weird chants! Actually, he’d been listening to her screeching for the better part of the fourth quarter. Not because he liked the sound of her voice, but because she was distracting. And weird. Really weird. Yoongi knew enough English to understand the majority of her lyrics, but then he’d decided on a whim to Naver the term loop dee loop, and then that had kind of put him in a sour mood with the mysterious and loud drunk girl. The nerve of her, to get him to look up a ridiculous term that didn’t even exist! Stupid.

But fate is a cruel mistress, because now Yoongi’s supposed to accept that the drunk, chanting girl is his soulmate? Just like that, huh? Jinjja. The more he thinks about it, the more outlandish the whole thing feels, like a bad set-up to an even more abysmal joke. So, two polar opposite humans walk into a bar, but the bar is actually an aisle, and the walking is tripping, and also now they need one another’s touch to survive—

No. It doesn’t make sense. If any of the members was going to have a soulmate, it was going to be Jungkook. Everyone knew that. The kid was grossly sentimental. He got misty-eyed during The Touch That Touches Back, for fuck’s sake—a campy horror film about a flying fire-breathing baby the size of a banjo! And if it wasn’t Jungkook, it would have been Taehyung, probably. That man loved to cuddle, which seemed like a proper soulmate-y trait to have. Cuddling! Imagine!

Yoongi didn’t like to cuddle. He didn’t even really like to be touched. And he certainly did not want to touch or cuddle up with the girl he’d found on Twitter, captured in distressing clarity on the Jumbotron photo.

God, what the fuck.

This was a disaster. A catastrophe. A bad dream. Why has no one come up with a solution to the entire soulmate conundrum? Yoongi is an important figure in an influential industry that values control.

Okay, fine. Sometimes, the acrobatics that go into making sure the band presents a manicured, idealized persona to the public do fatigue him—Yoongi can admit that. But right now? Now, he wants nothing more than for some merry team of mediators to course-correct his life, which has gone suddenly, horrifically awry. He needs someone to help him right the sail, wrangle the tides, and make this all better. How absurd that this should happen—that he should be bonded with someone who looks like she stuck her finger in an electrical socket in the Jumbotron photo. C’mon. Does she even speak Korean?

He hates this—this feeling of being so profoundly helpless. A part of him even wonders if she—YLN, YN, Sejin had informed him gently, before taking his leave—orchestrated this entire thing. It doesn’t matter if that theory doesn’t make any sense. When you’re an idol, strange things happen all the time. People use you. They plot against you. They don’t care.

For three more hours, Yoongi sits alone, and stares out the window. He greets the dawn with a tired, weary sigh.

In his lap, his hand flexes.

* 

About one thing, Yoongi is absolutely sure:

You’re insane.

What the fuck? He cannot believe you’re his soulmate. There has to have been some sort of cosmic mix-up; the wrong wires got crossed, and now there’s a flaw in the grand design, and some higher deity needs to answer for it. Because you and your weird friend left the Ritz-Carlton a few hours ago, and no matter how many different lenses through which Yoongi views the meeting, he always arrives at the same damning conclusions:

You’re unrefined. You’re loud. You chew with your mouth open! You got crumbs everywhere, for fuck’s sake, and you kept making all these noises when you ate the little pink cakes, like you’d been served heaven on a platter, which is ridiculous, because they were just sweets! Cavity-bombs! Sugar! But you got all breathy and pleased and moany when you bit into them, and the sound was insane, like a bolt of lightning traveling along a copper wire straight down to his—

The hell? He must be fucking out of it. It doesn’t matter what you sounded like when you ate the sweets—it’s not like either of you would be eating food for much longer, so he wouldn’t have to suffer through any repeat performances, thank god. He’s not above small mercies. It’s honestly a really good thing that he wouldn’t have to hear you moaning like that again. Good! Yeah. There’s that settled. He doesn’t have to think about it. He doesn’t have to remember the way you—

Jesus fuck, it’s hot in this hotel room. Isn’t it? He’s burning up. His cheeks are on fire. Because it’s summer, that’s why! Summer in New York. The worst. He clutches his head.

Yoongi wants to go home now.

But he can’t, and so he pours himself a glass of whiskey, and settles back down so he can fume some more. Everything about that meeting was annoying, just as he’d suspected. So what if you wrote? Well, he wrote stuff too. And you weren’t very slick—he could read your fucking face!

Also, he’s a bit ticked that he didn’t get to be the one to suggest that maybe you didn’t move into the dorms right away—because you had to go and bring it up first, and now he looks like the asshole! Like, come on. It’s not like he wanted you in there either! A girl in the dorm? Yeah. Right. Dream on.

And while he’s airing his grievances into his whiskey—why the fuck didn’t you thank him when he got Kitae to shut his trap about you? What, were you raised in a barn? Were you just obtuse? He shook his head irritably. You couldn’t be that stupid if you had gone through so much schooling—not that school was the determining factor between a genius and a bonehead or anything, you just seemed really engaged in your studies, is all. Plus, you’d read a bunch of the books Namjoonie read and liked, and Joonie was gifted, so you had to have at least some serviceable grey matter. Because you’d sounded pretty articulate when you’d lectured Kitae about trust and autonomy and respect, or whatever…

Yoongi frowns into his drink.

But what was an Ellewood? And why did you have such a hard-on for twigs made of lawn—wait, no, leaves made of soil? Leaves made of grass? Yoongi makes a mental note to ask Joonie about it once he gets back from picking up their ramyeon for dinner. Then he Navers the word “chesticles”, and gets mad all over again. What the fuck is up with you and your weird friends? Why couldn’t you guys just speak normal?

Yoongi flexes his hand. Realistically speaking, you probably weren’t actually raised in a barn. Because horses smelled like ammonia and pigs smelled like shit, and he can’t be sure, but he thinks you smelled kind of spicy and sweet, like vanilla or something. Which he only noticed because he had to walk right behind you when you exited the suite for the elevators. He only caught a whiff, it wasn’t anything weird, he just…

Whatever! 

** 

Sejin can be such a dick.

If Princess Hobi wants to send the artist called Kaws—who also lives in New York, by the way!—a fucking bottle of expensive makgeolli to thank him for helping him with some concept art for his next solo album’s cover, then Sejin’s all: “Oh, by all means! Let’s do priority shipping! And wrap it in a cute gift box! What Hoseok wants, Hoseok gets! Of course!”

But if Yoongi wants to send a care package to his soulmate (not because he cares about her like that, or anything! But because, in case everyone else fucking forgot, if she dies, he’s going down with her!) then suddenly the whole thing is “excessive” and “completely gratuitous” and “an unnecessary usage of company funds, Yoongi.”

Which makes no fucking sense, Yoongi thinks grumpily, carrying the package into the post office himself. He convinced an intern to swipe him a company card and signed it: For the plane — Hybe. Why? Oh, because he’s not an idiot. He doesn’t want you to get the wrong idea about, like. How much he’s thinking of you, or anything.

Because, look, the facts are the facts, and facts don’t need to be pretty. The truth is, Yoongi needs to look out for number one. He has a tour coming up—his members and fans are counting on him. Which means he needs to be healthy, which now means that you need to be healthy, too.

So he got you some things. Vitamins, for one—and clearly, based on all those fruity cakes you were shoveling into your mug at the hotel, you have a sweet tooth. You don’t seem adult enough to actually just swallow a pill, so yes, he played it safe and bought you gummy ones instead. Tropical punch flavor, because you seemed to like that pink passionfruit cake best, when you made all those sounds that he sure is glad he will never have to hear again, because what the fuck? Freak.

And obviously you’d need hand sanitizer. And a face-mask. Americans don’t wear them, but you’re half-Korean, so he hopes you won’t think it’s weird. But if you do, tough luck! You’ll just have to get over it! 

At the last minute, he throws in a disinfectant wipe for your phone. Incase you need to use your new Android to contact hi—uh, anyone. He doesn’t know! Emergencies happen! It’s whatever! This has nothing to do with caring about you, this is him caring about himself through you! What, was BTS supposed to go on tour with only six members if he died? He didn’t think so. Who the fuck would perform his verse in Cypher 3? Taehyung could never. It wasn’t fucking happening.

Well, he might as well bump you up to first class while he’s at it. What’s another few thousand bucks on top of the shipping costs for the package? Idly, Yoongi wonders if you’ve ever flown first class as he calls the airline. In his experience, they usually also serve little cakes at the end of the meal in the first class cabin—sometimes, they even throw in champagne. He can just imagine your face lighting up at the sight of the plane desserts—you’d probably even upload a selca to Instagram or something, and that seems like it could be kind of nice, to give something nice to you like that…

Uh, yeah. It would be nice because it wouldn’t do to have you acting like a wide-eyed idiot when it came time to tour! No, Yoongi needed to have you used to flying first class—otherwise, you might blow the cover by being all woo-woo and weird about it! Yeah, he isn’t upgrading your seat to be nice to you, personally. This is business! Very important business! He shoves his keys into his car and zooms away from the post office, in a terrible mood.

*** 

For the record, Yoongi didn’t stay up until two in the morning to make sure you boarded safely. He was just up. Jimin wasn’t the only night owl around these parts! Besides, he had shit to watch. Watch, not read, because sure, so he’d ordered that book Leaves of Grass you and Joon had been yanking your dicks about, but, like, come on. That’s just because he trusted Joonie’s taste. It’s not like Yoongi wanted to know everything you knew or like everything you liked or have something to talk to you about, or anything.

And he’s only watching Legally Blonde because he is actually interested in the law, thank you very much! There’s gonna be a lot of legislative, uh, stuff, that he needs to familiarize himself with, in the event you turn out to be nuts and he has to, like, sue his soulmate or something. He might! It’s good to be prepared. You could be a Ga-young in disguise, it’s not like he would fucking know, he’s an ISTP, not a goddamn oracle!

And it’s not like he’s scrolling through Instagram right before your flight takes off to check on you. He just likes to check in on his friends. Halsey sometimes posts pictures of their baby, and… and…

Oh, so you uploaded a story. Might as well see what that’s about, and…

Uh, ok. Well, it’s annoying that you pasted a Jack Harlow quote over your selca, because actually Jack Harlow was not the musician who put you in first class up in the sky. He, Min Yoongi, had been the one to do that!

But that’s not the point.

Ring…

Ring…

“Yoongi-nim?”

“Hey.” Yoongi’s tone is clipped when Kitae answers the phone. “Listen. I’m going to need you to contact YN immediately.”

Kitae clears his throat, sounding very sleepy—maybe because it’s two in the morning. “Is there—is there an emergency, sir?”

“Yes. She’s not…” Yoongi trails off, huffing, as Reese Witherspoon floats around on-screen on an inflatable donut in the pool. “Look, she boarded her plane to Korea but she’s not taking the proper precautions.”

The other line is silent.

“You mean… she’s not wearing her seatbelt?” Kitae asks.

Moron, Yoongi thinks.

“No, the flight attendants will take care of that.”

“Of course, sir.”

Silence again. Yoongi sighs, pointedly.

“Okay, I am going to send you a message to relay to her. Thank you, Kitae-nim. Good work today.”

“Sir—”

Yoongi hangs up.

Please remember to take your vitamins and wear your mask. Your health is important, and airplanes are breeding grounds for infections.

Satisfied once Kitae confirms he’ll pass the message along, Yoongi settles back in bed, refreshing his Instagram impatiently, tapping his thumb over and over on his screen like he’s doing a mic check.

Jackpot. He’s never clicked on a new story so fast—he opens your latest to see your masked-up face, lit by a weak beam of sunlight streaming through the plane’s window. And your hair looks normal, not at all like it did in the Jumbotron photo. He’s not saying you have good hair! But at least it’s not always so frizzy. His dark eyes roam over the pixels, taking it all in. Weird, how it’s daytime where you are. Soon, you’ll be together again, existing in the same time zone.

Yoongi flexes his hand, ignoring the strange flutter in his stomach.

He goes to sleep.

July

Yoongi’s having a bad fucking day.

It’s late. It’s late on the day that he was supposed to meet the soulmate that he doesn’t even want to have, so he shouldn’t be too upset about having to cancel on her, but he is. Because he doesn’t like flaking. Yoongi’s long believed that what separates Bangtan from the others—the wheat from the chaff—is their integrity. The members do not break their promises; their words are their bonds. They do their best to make their appointments, and to never renege on their commitments. That’s important.

But him and Joon can’t get the fucking dance routine down, so, he had to stay late. It is what it is.

By the time they’re both walking down the hall of the dorm, sweaty and hungry and tired and something else Yoongi doesn’t really want to examine—something that feels a tiny bit like regret—Yoongi wants nothing more than to just stuff his face with whatever leftovers are in the fridge, and then lock himself in his room to mope. He’s annoyed that he had to spend an extra few hours with Ga-young, who is back on her I’m-going-to-flirt-and-try-to-manipulate-you-into-making-Kihyun-jealous bullshit. He’s annoyed that he has to act nice because placating her is the lesser of two evils, and she’s a good dancer, and replacing her right now would be to the detriment of the team. He’s annoyed that now he has to wait another however-long to see you again, not because he wants to see you, but because waiting to see you is making him tense. You’re still an unknown factor, and Yoongi likes control.

He opens the door.

There you are.

He is distantly aware that he needs to do something—he can’t just stand in the entrance, staring at you, and yet, for just a moment, he feels he couldn’t move if his life depended on it. He didn’t expect you to be here. He’d texted you, let you know he had to cancel. But you’re here, laughing and dancing and looking like you did that first night he saw you—like you’re lit from within. Like a girl who’d swallowed the sun.

Before he knows it, he’s stepping forward, because he should greet you, because you’re in his dorm in the flesh and right here, and—

Oh. Okay. So this is gonna be, like, a thing now.

You barrel right into him.

“Yoongi?”

Fuck. He’s paralyzed. He can’t think, he can’t breathe, he can’t do anything but feel you right now. His fingers are digging into your forearms, and it’s like all the stressors of the day are getting scrubbed away—like the plaque caked onto the surface of his brain is getting scraped off and buffed down. He feels brand new, drowning in your warmth; your softness; your scent. Has he lived before this? Surely the purpose of life is to chase this feeling. Currents along his skin spark, all thrumming down to where the two of you are connected—it’s like a perfect transference, the electricity swirling within him pumping into you. You take it so well—you were made to take it; made to receive him, he thinks deliriously—and then give it back to him even better.

Someone’s talking to him—someone’s saying his name, and fuck, how long has he been standing here, staring at you? Seokjin-hyung! Seokjinnie’s speaking!

“You good?” Yoongi asks you, because he’s not going to ask what he really wants to know, which is if you feel what he’s feeling, which is sick to his stomach, actually! This is too much. This is terrifying.

Yoongi drops your arms.

It’s like stepping out of a warm bath and plunging headlong into a frozen lake. The moment the connection is severed, the reality of the situation returns to him. You’re in his dorm. You’re… you were laughing and playing with his members. Like you belonged here. Like this was your home.

What the fuck?

He lets himself fully assess the situation he’s walking into, now—sees the controller in Jungkook’s hand; the coffee table littered with chicken bones and empty beer cans; the way Jimin’s wiping mirth from his eyes. Alright. He’s just going to go wash his face—go take a quick second to gather his thoughts—and then he’ll come back out here and you two will talk and he’ll—

“Uh, dude? Aren’t you forgetting something?”

Yoongi freezes, turning back to face you. In the short time he’s known of your existence, he’s already grown accustomed to some of the faces you make—which is something you should get a handle on, by the way! Are you seriously just that okay with letting yourself be read like that? Are you really that brave?

Uh, okay. That wasn’t a thought he meant to think. He’s fucking tired. And he’s feeling a little threatened by the fact that the new face you’re making is a decidedly displeased one, and it’s directed at him. Back in the hotel, you’d looked… well, call a square a square. You’d looked sort of flustered by him. Intrigued, definitely. It had been kind of cute—or, at least, as endearing as a weird book nerd who moans when she eats dainty cakes can be. Which, not very. Right? He blinks. Flexes his fingers. Right.

But two seconds ago he’d walked in on you laughing and giving happy faces to Hoseok, and Jimin, and Jungkook. So why are you mad at him? What did he do? It doesn’t really seem fair, does it, that you and the other members are all chummy, when the only emotion you seem to have reserved for him is… disappointment. You’re looking at him like he’s a letdown.

It fucking sucks.

No, it’s fine. He can fix this. He just needs to take back control—to fall back on the tried-and-true teasing shit Army loves so much.

“What? Were you expecting a kiss?”

Your mouth drops open. Your eyes narrow.

Well, shit, Yoongi thinks.

It’s going to be a long night.

* 

Once you’re gone, Yoongi returns to the dorm and storms into Jimin’s room. Because he has questions.

“What fried chicken flavor did she like the most?” He rounds on the younger member, crossing his arms stonily.

“Uh, I don’t know, hyung…”

The fuck?

“You didn’t notice? Jiminah, how could you not notice?!” Yoongi could punch a wall. You moaned when you ate things you liked! Jimin must be pabo to not clock which flavor you’d enjoyed best, but fine. Whatever. Yoongi was thinking of apologizing for the miscommunication by sending over some chicken to you for lunch tomorrow (not that he should have to apologize! He’d texted you that he had to cancel, hadn’t he? How was he supposed to know the message didn’t go through?) but he guesses that option is out the window, now…

“I was paying more attention to the game, hyung, she was really invested…”

“In Overcooked, you mean?” Yoongi says. “So, what, she likes video games?”

“I don’t know…”

“What do you mean you don’t know?” For fuck’s sake, Jimin is useless. “You should pay attention!”

“Well—”

“Ah, Jiminah, she’s from New York!” Yoongi says accusatorially, as if this is some great, irrefutable offense. “She’s insane, all she does is make up ridiculous songs and read books and talk about poetry with Namjoonah.”

“Hyung…”

“She doesn’t even remember to wear a mask on the plane, Jiminah, she must be so irresponsible! I’m pretty sure she didn’t trip, either. I bet she did the bend and snap in order to meet me, which probably makes her a sasaeng, don’t you think?”

“The bend and huh?”

“You know, I bet she doesn’t even like basketball,” Yoongi hisses. “By the way, on my way to your room, I overheard Jungkookie say she ate the last piece of honey butter chicken, so clearly she’s a very selfish girl—”

“Yah! Can I speak?”

“Hey,” Yoongi says, stilling as a previous concern returns to him. “You said she fainted? Do you think she needs to go to the doctor?”

He listens with narrowed eyes as Jimin fills him in on how he’d found you collapsed at the door, and then scoffs.

“You picked her up? Jiminah, you can’t just pick my soulma—a strange girl up!” he lectures, biting back the absurd follow-up question that rises, unbidden, to the tip of his tongue: how does her skin feel to you? Warm? Perfect?

“She’s not a stranger! Me and YNie are friends, now.”

Yoongi’s mouth pops open.

“What do you mean you’re friends?” he presses, a strange sort of fury simmering in his gut. “How can you—how can you two be friends? What did she say to make you think she likes you now?”

One hour later, Yoongi stomps up to his room, still tired, still hungry, and no closer to understanding anything about you. And Jimin had the gall to fucking laugh as he shoved him out the door.

Fuck that guy!

** 

So, apparently you don’t care if Yoongi flirts with his backup dancers—even one as unappealing as Ga-young—and you want to be his just-friend. His soulmate-just-friend. Which is really great. Just what he was hoping for. Just friends with his weird, whacko soulmate, with the really soft, spicy vanilla-scented hands! Perfect! Yeah.

Jungkook had hinted earlier in the day that you weren’t feeling well, so he decided to call you and offer his… uh, services? It sounds creepy putting it like that. Like, hey, wanna drop by the lab and let me… touch your body? For your physical betterment?

At the last minute, he lied, and made it seem like he was the tired one. He’s glad you accepted it without question. If you’d pressed, he would have told you the truth.

He’s also sort of glad you ended up short on time, and had to stay with him for your interview. It was… interesting, listening to you speak in English. He couldn’t understand much—something about a Carmen Ma-blahblah, an author you liked that he’d have to look up—but you’d seemed… passionate. Eager. Like maybe you could be happy, here—like maybe the fact that you’d had to move countries and quit your job and be his soulmate and get stood up (even though you hadn’t been, really, but the optics weren’t on his side) and spend the day hungover could just be things that happened to you, and not your undoing.

It’s a relief, he thinks, that you refuse to be caged by him.

It’s a relief, he thinks, that the shackle Yoongi’s life has forced around your ankle appears to be no match for your wings.

*** 

Seriously, fuck Park Jimin.

Fuck him for making so many snide remarks this past week, just because Yoongi snapped at Taehyung during dinner when he’d interrupted some weird monologue you’d been giving about flamingo thighs. He didn’t do it because he was so desperate to hear what you had to say, necessarily—it’s just rude to interrupt people! Yoongi’s older, he has a responsibility to keep the younger members in line.

Fuck Park Jimin for snickering just because Yoongi had mentioned you’d dropped by Genius Lab the other night. Yes, it’s true that no one—not even the members—had been allowed in there for years, now. But what good did it accomplish to point it out?

Fuck Park Jimin for video calling you when you were out with your friends watching the Banpodaegyo Bridge Rainbow Fountain show, and for staring at Yoongi with his wide, blue eyes—why was he wearing colored contacts at the dorm, anyway? Who was he trying to impress?—when that moron Luke Ass leaned in to kiss you.

Fuck Park Jimin for dragging Yoongi into the office right now—directly after a grueling dance practice and minutes before you’re slated to arrive for dinner—to lecture Yoongi about his relationship with you.

Just, fuck this.

“Fuck this,” Yoongi says, crossing his arms and staring determinedly at the door. 

“Hyung.” Jimin shakes his head. “You’re being an idiot.”

“You shouldn’t give advice on things you don’t understand, Jiminah.”

“I understand this,” Jimin says—snootily, Yoongi thinks. “Trust me. You’re shooting yourself in the foot.”

“Big talk from a small man,” Yoongi says, which doesn’t even make any sense. Jimin is, like, a centimeter shorter than him at best. It doesn’t matter. He needs to shut this down.

“Just answer me this, hyung, and I’ll leave you alone, okay?” Jimin says, steepling his hands, perhaps anticipating that Yoongi’s about to make his great escape. “What kind of relationship do you want with YN?”

Uh, no. They aren’t doing this. They aren’t going there. Not now, and maybe not ever.

“Drop it, Jimin.”

“Don’t do that.” Jimin pouts. “It’s not a difficult question. Don’t be evasive.”

“It’s none of your business.”

“You like her,” Jimin presses, leaning forward slightly. “It’s obvious. Why don’t you just tell her?”

“Because it doesn’t matter,” Yoongi says without thinking, and at the triumphant gleam that sparks in Jimin’s eyes at the admission, he quickly backtracks. “I mean, it wouldn’t, if that was the case. YN talked to me, all right?”

“Oh?”

“She wants to be friends.”

“Friends.”

“Just friends.” Yoongi shoves his hands in his pockets; somewhere outside the office, he hears muffled voices, and then—yup, you’ve arrived. He can recognize that laugh anywhere, now.

“Uh, hyung.” Jimin has the nerve to giggle. “People don’t act the way YN does when she’s around you if they’re interested in being just friends. Didn’t you see how flustered she got over Rina suggesting she had a crush on you?”

Yoongi had noticed that, because he is not an idiot—Jimin’s the idiot for always reading into things that aren’t there. Maybe you reacted so strongly because you’d been embarrassed, and because you wanted to kiss the ugly guy from Daehyun’s work who’d compared your laugh to the honk of magpie geese.

“Hyung, we’re about to go on tour,” Jimin presses. “You and YN are going to be sharing a room. A bed.”

“Don’t be presumptuous,” Yoongi mutters, refusing to meet Jimin’s eye. He actually needs to have that talk with you today—Sejin’s going to be discussing the rooming situation with you soon, and he thinks you should have a head’s up about that conversation. It would be easier if you two shared a bed, sure, but he’s not going to force you…

Unbidden, his imagination conjures up an image of you in pajamas—flannel ones, nothing fancy or revealing—in his bed, and heat immediately crawls up his neck. What the fuck? Why would that make him—nah. The air conditioner must be broken again. That’s the only thing that makes how flustered he feels make sense.

Except that vision is just the first, the one that precedes the carousel of images that suddenly floods his mind: you, flushed and happy, with your hair fanned out over his pillow; your leg slung over his in sleep; you, stretching in the morning, the motion making your shirt crawl up, revealing a sliver of your stomach. He’d never touched your stomach before. He wonders if different parts of your body would feel different to him, and to you—if the soulmate connection got stronger or weaker depending on which parts of his skin pressed against yours. Not like he’d ever float that idea aloud, or anything—he’s not some opportunist creep!—though if you mentioned it to him, he’d be willing to explore that with you.

Let’s see. First, he’d drag his finger down your spine, real slow, and then trace circles over your stomach; he’d be gentle and attentive, eyes on your face so he could track your reactions. Maybe he could use his lips, too, or his tongue, to conquer every last inch of your body. If you’d let him, he’d dip down to finish right between your thighs. Would you like that? Fuck. You’d look sweet, all fucked-out like that. Yeah, he could make it feel real good for you…

“Okay,” Jimin’s voice shatters the spell. “You don’t want to be with YN like that. Fine.” Yoongi pretends not to hear the sarcasm dripping off Jimin’s words. “You’re probably right that she doesn’t want you either.” Yoongi’s eyes narrow reflexively at that. “At least apologize for being such an ass that first day. She didn’t deserve that, and if there’s tension between you, it’s going to affect tour.”

Jimin doesn’t give Yoongi a chance to respond before storming into the living room, which is annoying, because actually, Yoongi had been thinking about how to apologize to you for the better half of the week all on his own. He didn’t need prompting. Why was everyone always making him out to be some kind of asshole? Just because he acted like an asshole? Whatever. Fuck that guy.

He continues the night, steadfastly not thinking about how his stomach dropped when Jimin suggested you might not like him anyway.

And he definitely doesn’t think too closely about the sickness that ripples through him when you confirm that, yes, you do want to be his just-friend.

All of that’s great. It would only suck if he actually liked you.

If he thought you were pretty. And smart. And fearless and weird and funny and cool and oh wait. 

Oh hell.

He does.

**** 

It is as you’re declaring Yoongi as your sworn nemesis at the (soon-to-be-defunct) dinner table that an overwhelming realization snaps through him. The world shifts under his feet, spinning off its former axis, and in the work of a moment, he’s thrusted into a new and terrifying reality where he must confront the truth.

Yoongi wants you.

He—oh, fuck—he really, really wants you. He’s admitted his physical attraction to himself, and he knows by now that he’s intrigued by you—not just your spunk or your humor or the references that seem to erupt out of you, like steam from a kettle, but…

But there was something about the way your face lit up when you’d talked about books with that interviewer—it was like staring at a gentle sun. And he likes how you’re not afraid to dish back the sass the boys serve you, and finds himself wondering whether you were born with that spirit, or if it’s something you worked for; something you had to learn.

He’s seen the way you look at him sometimes, and he thinks he knows what it means. You’re attracted to him, too. But you never cow down to him and you never apologize, even when he can tell—based on weeks of careful observation—that you’re feeling insecure.

So where does that leave him?

He wants you—not just your free pockets of time at the dinner table, or your pencil’d in charging dates when you both get low on energy. Soon, he knows, he’ll have more of you to himself—he’ll have your late evenings, after he’s done with his concerts. He’ll have your midnights and your dawns. He’ll have your shoulders and your arms; you’ll have his chest and his back, if you want them. The parts of each other that make sense to press together at night while you sleep together and recharge.

But he wants more. Not all of you, not yet (he has a lifetime to work up to that, he supposes) but… he wants more than your idle in-betweens; he wants you to welcome his touch outside of medicinal necessity. He doesn’t only want to hold you and be held by you when you’re forced together in sleep.

That’s why he follows you out into the hall.

That’s why he traces the backs of his fingers down your cheek.

He needs to see if he’s too late.

He needs to see if it’s possible—if one day, if he plays his cards right—for you to want him, too. 

You shudder, and when Yoongi goes to sleep that night, the pretty little gasp you let out when his fingers touched your skin weaves its way into his dreams. There’s something about a concert, and he’s rapping to a sold-out show in the nude, and you’re on stage, too, trying to hand him Blind-Charmander so that he can hide his shame with the giant plushie. Yoongi doesn’t mind being naked; he’s fine to continue the show.

But even so, you reach for him.

He touches you, and you gasp.

***** 

Yoongi doesn’t feel any particular way about corn, or granny panties, or the word corn emblazoned on granny panties, but Jesus fuck, you have a great ass. He saw it. He didn’t mean to really see it, but now he can’t unsee it, all round and pert and begging to be slapped, and now he’s thinking of looping his thumbs in the band of those panties and slowly dragging them down…

Uh, no. Nuh uh. He’s a gentleman, and gentlemen don’t pop boners against their soulmate’s back while they’re waxing poetic about bodega cats and breakfast sandwiches and Big Life Changes he’d help set in motion. So as you shift in his arms, all drunk and content and newly employed—you’d gotten the job, just like he knew you would; something like pride had bloomed in his chest when you’d hugged him earlier that day, with a smile on your face and starlight in your eyes—Yoongi focuses on the one thing he has to do tomorrow: 

Yoongi is gonna make Jeon Jungkook throw those fucking perilla leaves into the trash.

August

Holy shit.

Yoongi stares down at the chicken left on his near-full plate in dubious wonder. He knew this was coming, of course—he’d had plenty of time to prepare himself for its inevitability, but it’s one thing to anticipate something in the abstract, and another thing to abruptly find yourself on the other side of it so concretely.

He can’t taste food anymore. That’s it. There’s no turning back.

Is it strange, that he’s not afraid? Objectively, he feels like he should still be working through feelings of bitterness, and mourning the follies of youth this entire thing has supposedly robbed him of, or whatever. Neither of you are even out of your twenties yet—you’re not supposed to have everything figured out and set in stone—he should be panicking, right? You’re a recent graduate, eager to make your mark, and he’s a guy in a popular band with money to blow and the world at his feet. You should both be out meeting people, and making mistakes, and sowing your wildin’-out oats, or whatever that phrase is he learned in one of Walt Whitman’s poems. He’s been reading Leaves of Grass each night before bed for you. 

But he doesn’t want to. He likes you. For him, it’s simple. The only thing scaring him—the thing that’s scared him for a while now, actually—is that the circumstances of his life will push you too far, and you’ll grow to resent him. Could he endure knowing that you’re miserable because of him? He doesn’t want you to think of him as a restriction. He wants to hold your hand, not clasp a cuff around your wrist.

He gives you his key that night and wonders, when you stare at it with that little furrow between your brows, if you can read the promise he’s trying to make—that you never have to feel alone again, if you don’t want to; that he’s here, if you want him—in its jagged silver teeth.

* 

Yoongi’s drunk.

Jimin is pouring himself another glass of champagne, and Hoseok is dancing, and Taehyung is dizzy, and Yoongi fucking misses you.

It doesn’t make sense. He literally saw you this morning. But also, it makes all the sense in the world, because when he boils it down, wanting you is just that: a want. And Yoongi has always been someone to run after what he wants.

He wants you.

Tonight is weird. They’ve only been home from the Melon Awards for half an hour, and Yoongi’s already fielded several calls from Sejin because of that stunt Ga-young pulled. The internet, as expected, is blowing the incident out of proportion, and he’s feeling kinda used, which makes him feel shitty, which wars with the part of him that feels awesome, because it is fucking awesome that they won. They won, and did you see him perform? Did you like it? He really liked your article. About Carmen. He’s getting her book, and already paid a translator to email him every time one of your articles comes out, so he can keep up with your work…

Fuck, it feels really fucking good to win, and now he’s drunk, and…

And he just wants to fucking be with you. It sucks that he isn’t right now. It’s fucking stupid. And Yoongi’s not stupid.

So.

Aha! He pulls out the key you gave him from his pocket like it’s Excalibur—like he, Min Yoongi, has finally pulled the magic sword from the stone, and now the good times can finally start rolling.

“Yoongiyah?” Seokjin says, windshield wiper laugh grating Yoongi’s ears. “What are you doing?”

Yoongi’s sat on the couch in the dorm, one hand still raised victoriously in the air. Namjoon has his eyebrow cocked. Jimin’s poorly concealing his giggles.

“Nothing,” Yoongi says flatly, unbothered as he rises from the couch.

“Leaving,” he corrects two seconds later, already dialing a car.

He no longer resents the whoops and cheers that sound behind him as he stumbles out the front door.

It feels good, he thinks, that other people can see it—it being the thing. The thing blossoming between the two of you. He used to be nettled when people teased him about Suran, but when it comes to you, it’s different. Maybe even nice. It’s almost like proof if other people have picked up on it, that they believe that you and he could maybe, someday, be—

Ugh, whatever. Now’s not the time for thinking.

It’s just nice.

** 

Two things:

One, if Yoongi never gets to see you in that black dress again, he is going to go sit down in front of a rockslide. It’s fine that you missed his concert, and fine that you chose one night of following your own dreams—(he’s glad that you can still do that; glad that you’ve found your path forward, despite being yoked to his side)—over one of his shows. Just… he would do terrible, depraved things to see you in that dress again.

Seriously.

What the fuck.

Two, he’s either going to learn how to make the best fucking songpyeon South Korea has ever seen by next Chuseok, or he’s going to die trying.

Die trying, or meet his end when your Eomma pummels him to death with her wet hot dogs for ruining the holiday.

Whichever comes first.

*** 

Welp, that’s a wrap. He had a good run, but now Yoongi’s done for.

The hell? He’s sitting on the hotel room floor, slumped over himself like an unwrung mop, feeling hampered, and tired, and alone.

So this is what crisis feels like—what it really means to push yourself to the very edge. Jungkook used to do this, sometimes. Jimin, too. Yoongi always worked hard—he prided himself on being a good worker; on accepting his mortal limits and knowing when to hit the breaks—but it’s been hours since he charged with you and he’s almost delirious with need, overcome with a primal, animal desire to survive this. To survive you.

When you enter the hotel room, it’s like his brain parkours out the window. You come in, a haze of color and sound—you’re babbling; you’re beautiful—and even though he’d thought he was dying, now he thinks he might actually die. It scares him. You are scary to him. He likes to be in control, and now he’s spiraling, now he’s almost wretched with needing you. He’ll beg if he has to. He will. He’s a sinner, but maybe you’ll show him mercy. You need to come down, you need to be on him—on his lap, on his tongue, in his arms, just there—and it needs to be okay if he doesn’t ever want to let you go.

Is that possible? he thinks as you stand above him, spewing some nonsense about how you’re going to donkey kick the tired off his… whatever, it doesn’t matter. He closes his eyes, and tries to imagine it: a world in which he doesn’t have to wonder. In which he opens his arms to you, and you come into them willingly. A world in which he doesn’t have to open them at all, because you’ve already placed yourself there, next to his heart.

Fuck it.

“C’mere,” Yoongi says, and then you’re there, you’re right where he needs you, and he’s drowning in you now, but it is a heavenly drowning. Suddenly his impossible dream doesn’t seem so far out of reach; not when you moan in his ear. Not when the tension holding you tight loosens as he handles your body, shoving your face into his neck. You have undone him. He wants to take you apart, and prove to you he knows how to put you back together.

He’s been paying attention. He could do it, he thinks. Better than anyone.

Do you trust him?

September

“I know you.”

Later, long after you’ve passed out and Yoongi’s crawled into bed beside you, he thinks of how you’d balked at those three small words, and he decides he doesn’t regret saying them.

You’d gotten drunk. Too drunk—not the kind that speaks to a one-off night of excess spent with friends, but something that looks closer to a binge. Ga-young had burrowed herself under your skin some time ago, like some terrible, aching splinter. He realizes that now. And tonight, you’d gone too far because you didn’t know how to tell Yoongi you didn’t want to be just friends anymore.

That’s not arrogance. He knows what you want, just like he knows you’re not ready for it yet. He’s being patient. It’s unbearable. It’s unbearable because he wants to just hurry up and cut to the section of your story where everything’s seamless—where you’ve both confessed to each other, and no more fears and unknowns stand in your way.

Yeah. It sucks that he had to delve into the whole sordid tale to ease your worries—that he had to explain exactly what happened with Suran and Ga-young, and how he’d acted back then. It’s not that he wanted to shield you from the truth, or anything. He’s accepted he’s lacking. But sometimes it seems preposterous that you don’t just know all of it already; sometimes he feels so close to you he actually forgets he’s only known you for a handful of months. Not even 100 days.

If he could, he would just export his brain onto a flash drive and place it in your hands, granting you unrestricted access to whatever files and memories you needed to peruse at any given time for reassurance. He trusts you. He has nothing to hide. But he also doesn’t want to hurry you. If he does that, you’ll crumble. You’ll panic.

He doesn’t want to lose you.

So he’ll wait patiently and he’ll keep trying to show you all the ways in which he knows you—because he does. He does. He knows you better than you’re willing to let yourself be known.

He’s patient because you’re letting him in. He’s breaking through. Slowly, slowly.

It will be worth it at the end.

It’s just a matter of time.

* 

Yoongi could live to be ten thousand years old, and he’ll still never forgive himself for making you bow to him.

Fuck. Everything’s in shambles. It was going great, and he thought he knew, but now he’s waiting in some stupid private suite in the stupid hospital and Jae is outside and Yoongi’s alone and…

He’s crying again.

Yoongi doesn’t cry often. It’s not that he looks down on the act, or thinks there’s anything wrong with it, or anything—lord knows he’s seen Taehyung and Jungkook and even Namjoon shed enough tears enough over the years, and they’re some of the people he respects most in the world.

But Yoongi cries as a last resort. He cries when it means he’s out of options—out of facts, figures, logic and patience and pathways through the hurt or the problem.

He cries when it goes dark.

Fuck. Fuck! It was awful. And it happened because he was wrong. He didn’t listen. He doubted you, and made you bow, and then you—

You went down like a rag doll. He could see when it was about to happen, like you were standing on borrowed time. Your body went limp, but you remained upright, like some sort of ornament on a wire. Then you crumpled. He couldn’t even hear the thump when your body hit the ground. It was too noisy backstage, there was too much going on.

Yoongi ran for you. Tried to, anyway. He can’t tell if it makes him feel better or worse that Sejin and Namjoon noticed, and that they intervened. He was assured you’d be all right. Seokjin-hyung got him on stage.

It’s not all right. He thought he knew you. He thought he was paying attention, that he knew how to listen.

But that’s not quite right. He was doing all those things.

Wasn’t he?

The moonlight pools at his feet and he stares out the hospital window, at the few pale stars shining out above Oakland’s city lights. They seem so dull now.

Maybe there’s something else to this whole thing—to being with someone—entirely. Something that spans beyond careful observation and accepting someone’s quirks and the small intimacies that come from shared time and familiarity.

Maybe he does know you. Maybe the problem is just that he’s still learning how to accept that people—you—can’t be compartmentalized. Yoongi likes compartmentalization. All the members do. There’s the Bangtan box (which is split into three subcategories: the interview box, the on-stage box, and the photo/video shoot box), and the Agust D box, and the off-duty-at-home-with-his-parents-in-Daegu box, and now there’s the you box. Yoongi made the mistake of believing that with enough attention and observation, the boxes would adhere to logic. They could be contained.

Yoongi didn’t believe that you felt bad, because he didn’t feel bad, and so consequently, you should have been fine. But you are a human, not a conditional statement. Your emotions, your actions, your truths—they are not the product of some solvable equation. They exist beyond patterns and logic. They sometimes defy reason.

He is not in control.

That’s it. That’s what scares him. Yoongi likes to be in control. The illusion that he has power—that if he just applies himself, he has the ability to wrangle his problems into submission—is what keeps him running; keeps him from collapsing under the pressure that sometimes feels like it’s caving in on him from all sides.

But you are not a problem to be handled.

You are large. You contain multitudes.

You’re you.

And Yoongi’s still Yoongi. The fundamental parts of him aren’t going to change. He knows that. But maybe loving someone means loosening the reins up a bit—or maybe, just maybe, it means accepting that he never had his hands on the reins at all. It’s a terrifying thought, but one that’s made a little more bearable when you’re brought into the room and placed on the hospital bed: still alive. Still breathing. Maybe his boxes are all scattered, and the files in his mind are all strewed across the floor.

At least he doesn’t have to face the uncertainty alone.

At least he has you.

Yoongi crawls into bed and slips his hand under your shirt, placing it softly over your incision.

He can’t promise that he won’t make mistakes, but he can damn sure vow he won’t make the same mistake twice.

October

He loves you.

He loves you.

He loves you.

He watched you bow, and now he drops to his knees for you.

* 

He loves you—yes, you—he loves you.

(What do you want?)

He hopes you know.

November 1st

Dawn bleeds into morning and then morning gives way to afternoon, silver moonlight erased by a golden sun. Through it all, Yoongi remains in his penthouse apartment. Alone. Right where you left him.

He showers, because that seems to his shell-shocked mind to be as good a first step as any. He brushes his teeth; puts his hair in a bun; casts a mournful glance at his now-obsolete espresso machine. And then…

Fuck.

He doesn’t know. He doesn’t fucking know.

What now? He wiles the brightest hours of the day away in his office, dipping in and out of memories that flash in his mind like shards of cut glass. He just can’t shake the feeling that he’s missing something. He has to be. None of this makes any fucking sense.

Did he make it up? Has he been misreading the signs? Being with you last night had felt, to him, like the culmination of something—like an unfinished puzzle that had finally found its last piece, and stitched itself together. It had felt good. No, not just good. It had felt right, being with you like that.

There’s a heavy weight in his throat, like he’s trying to swallow his own heart and failing. Yoongi hates this. He hates that you were here and now you’re gone. It is as nauseating as it is relieving, knowing that you’ll have to find your way back to him eventually. You’re still bonded. You’re still soulmates. You still need him to survive. He’s going to see you again.

But when? That’s the question. And what the fuck will you have to say?

He can’t bring himself to call you. If you wanted him to know what was up, he’d know by now—of that, he’s certain. If Yoongi were someone else—someone like Jimin, perhaps, or Taehyung—he’d reach out to a friend. He’d crowdsource, ask for some advice.

But he’s Yoongi. Still the same old Min fucking Yoongi. Usually, that’s fine—he wears his name proudly, like a crown—but right now, himself doesn’t feel like a very good person to be.

So he puts a record on; he pours himself a glass of whiskey; he wonders why the fuck he still hasn’t moved his toy basketball hoop somewhere actually conducive to playing—and for the first time in months, he settles in to endure the terror of the unknown alone.

His phone pings.

Yoongi looks down.

His heart sinks, and he chastises himself for even letting himself get his hopes up. It isn’t you, and it’s not his members, and it’s not even his management team.

It’s an email.

A fucking email? Nope. Ignore. He doesn’t want to be reminded that work and life will continue to trudge on around him. It feels preposterous. How can the world keep spinning? You were here, and now, impossibly, you are not. It’s wrong. It’s ridiculous. He entered this apartment through the door he’s staring at with you, and alone, you walked out of it. He remembers, already, how he’d made a vow to himself to remember you etched in the moonlight. He would have knelt before you a thousand more times.

Why did you leave?

Again, the pinging. How can work continue on when Yoongi’s universe feels cloven in two? He’s not gonna fucking answer. If he has to deal with his soulmate abandoning him, then the music industry can live without bothering him for ten fucking minutes.

By the third ping, Yoongi’s feeling testy. He’s raw and itching for a fight. With a look that could wither the bowels, Yoongi swipes his thumb to unlock his screen and glances down at his inbox.

It’s a notification for an article. Okay. Whatever. Over the past month, he’s adopted your habit of kickstarting his mornings by scrolling through mindless fluff pieces—“I’ve been a fashion designer for 9 days. Here are 5 trends that are in and 6 that will make you look like a virgin who can’t drive!” was a good one you’d shown him; he’d also liked “8 Things You Didn’t Know About The Great Emu War of 1932”—but he could give two shits about how emus are the only birds with calf muscles (alarming as that was to learn) today.

And when he sees that the article in his inbox is about BTS, his mood sours even further. He doesn’t care to read think-pieces about the band—most are foolish at best, and so offensive as to actually be amazing at worst. How this one slipped through his spam filters, he doesn’t—

Wait. He recognizes the sender. The email’s from the woman he’d hired to translate your articles when they came out so he could read them.

Yoongi opens the email.

Dear Yoongi-nim, I hope you’re doing well. Here’s YN’s latest! Sincerely, Binna

And then the next email.

Whoops, sorry—I forgot to attach the article! All my best, Binna

And the third.

GAH! Sorry! Please find attached YN’s essay, published today, this time in both the original English and your Korean translation. -B

Yoongi’s thumb glides toward the attachments like a glacier with an agenda—he knows he’s going to open the article. He wants to, even. But he’s scared, and he still doesn’t know quite how to exist in this state of fear. It’s confusing. He’s unused to this hesitancy. Yoongi’s a doer, but just like last night, he finds himself stalling for time. This could be it—the moment he learns, conclusively, that you don’t want him. Curiosity thrums through his body, but it’s tinged with dread. He can’t shake the feeling that something really heavy is about to land on him once his thumb connects with the screen.

Ah, well. Here goes nothing.

Yoongi opens the attachment.

The screen loads, and then an article appears. It went live at 3:09 PM.

Title: What I Want

Author: YLN YN

Subtitle: 7 Things My BTS-Bias Taught Me About Being Brave (You’ll Gasp At Number 3!)

Yoongi blinks, puffing out his first, small laugh of the day—he’s listened to you rage about the “redundant and creatively restrictive” formatting of so many online media articles and your disdain for “clickbait fodder” more times than he can count. You’ve whispered your frustrations to him while lying in bed in all those different hotel rooms; you’ve groused to him about it when you two were charging backstage; he’s even overheard you whining on your phone conversations with Daehyun and Hana. Yoongi’s willing to bet good money you didn’t come up with your subtitle on your own—he can imagine your resigned scoff when you typed it into the word processor.

Cute.

He begins to read.

Progressing through your piece feels a bit like standing on a stranded boat during the sunset; it feels like trying to trace the last strands of sunlight tangled in the waves, because he knows they’ll lead him somewhere good. Back to shore.

You begin by describing how, based on your “observations”, all seven of the members seem like considerate, perceptive people: the kind of men who would not hesitate to pick you up if you were injured (which Jimin had done, Yoongi muses), or inconvenience themselves to make someone else comfortable (like how the maknaes had come out to the couches the first night you spent in the dorm; Yoongi’s throat constricts at the memory).

And then you name your bias, and… and it’s not Jung Hoseok.

Yoongi can literally feel his heart stir in his chest, as though it’s waking up from a seasons-long slumber.

He closes his eyes.

He remembers you glowing with moonlight.

It’s him.

It’s him.

He reads on.

You say Yoongi’s taught you that it’s okay to want to believe in people; that it’s okay to want to put your trust in the people who have shown, time and again, that they won’t betray it. That it’s not cowardly to submit, but instead courageous to approach life as a team sport; as a shared effort. Because letting someone love you the way they’d like to—accepting that you’re deserving of someone’s focus and attention—is brave, but it’s also the bare minimum of what you deserve. You don’t have to accomplish some great feat to earn love or respect.

You say that Yoongi showed you it’s okay to be vulnerable; that if you surround yourself with people who care—(even though it’s hard, you commiserate, to trust)—they won’t weaponize your softness against you. Yoongi reminds you that there’s no wrong way to express yourself; no wrong or weak way to be.

You say that Yoongi’s convinced you that success is relative, and yours to define—you get to set the metric. You get to choose.

But you do have to choose, you emphasize. You do have to choose.

You end the piece with a question that has Yoongi holding his breath.

What do I want? you write.

I want to tell him: thank you. I trust you. I am made braver by you.

Let’s walk together, side by side, for the rest of our lives.

Yoongi blinks. Reads it again.

For the rest of our lives.

Yoongi stares at those words for a long, long time. He is still staring at them when they dissolve in front of his eyes as a phone call comes through.

“Hello?”

“Good afternoon, Yoongi-nim,” a male voice says pleasantly. “This is your building’s front desk calling. I’m afraid there’s a young woman here who is… er, quite insistent she be let up to come see you.”

“A young woman.”

“Sir,” the man replies. He lowers his voice. “It’s hard to describe. She said you two are nemeses but really you’re her bias and that she knows you have an alert for her writing on your phone and that you’ll understand. Then she said good-bye, front deskman, I’ve got to go, got to leave it all behind and face the truth—”

“Yeah,” Yoongi says.

“And now she’s singing off-pitch and waving around just this insanely big bouquet of yellow flowers—”

Yoongi nods. “Course she is.”

“Scaramouch!” Yoongi swallows, hard, as your whatever-the-opposite-of-dulcet-is tones crackle through the receiver. “Will you do me the honor of this fandango?”

“So, shall I call the authorities?” the man asks genially.

“Nah.” Yoongi heads over to unlock his front door. His feet don’t even touch the ground. He floats back to hover next to the couch, as though lofted there by wings. “Send her up.”

“Right you are, sir,” the man says in the same agreeable tone, even though he surely believes he’s about to help facilitate Yoongi’s funeral.

Suddenly, you stop singing in the background.

The line goes dead.

Yoongi turns and he stares at the door and he waits for you to come home to him.

The moment you’re out of the lift you blast right through Yoongi’s front door, hot and reckless like fire through stubble. There’s the leather armchair. There’s the record player; it’s on. It’s playing a song. And there’s Yoongi by the couch, looking at you like you’re some sort of goofy revenant—like if Casper put on a wig and also had really great boobies. He steps backward, eyes wide, toward that stupid basketball hoop on the outside of the office door that makes no fucking sense still.

“You’re back,” Yoongi says.

“Uh, doy!” you say with a gormless grin, immediately regretting your wording. Mayday! Code blue! Regroup! Regroup! You’re running on two hours of sleep, a fuck-ton of soul charge, and a lifetime of unrealistic expectations of romance formed by watching too many (is there such a thing?!) rom-coms.

Will it be enough?

“Here,” you say, thrusting your hand forward. “I brought flowers.”

“YN.” Yoongi doesn’t move. “You’re bleeding.”

“I—huh?” You raise your hands to your face, and are shocked to discover several beads of blood oozing down your fingers.

Thorns, you realize, dropping the bouquet unceremoniously to the floor—your floral gauntlet, thrown.

Yoongi continues to stare at you and not move.

“I wore your underwear when I left this morning,” you say, looking back up at him. Your tone is casual, as if you’re discussing the weather. “But then I went back to the dorm to change. Just in case you were wondering where your purple briefs with the coconut pattern went when you got dressed. They are so silky.”

Yoongi stays silent.

“Now I’m wearing my corn-ties,” you clarify.

Your soulmate remains, as always, as loquacious as a slab of fossilized rock.

“So.”

“I know,” he finally replies. 

Your eyes bug out. “What? How?”

“Not about the corn-ties.” He waves his hand. “Just that you went back to the dorm. Because you’re not wearing your Katara costume anymore. Look, YN, I didn’t expect you to—”

“I know,” you say, and you’re back in Yoongi’s bed and the lights are dim, the moon is bright, and he’s telling you to look at him—telling you to take a breath—and you’re listening. Last night happened. It was real. It matters. You’re trying to show him.

Just take what you fucking want.

“Before you say anything,” you rush on, “I know you read my essay.”

Yoongi hasn’t moved. Doesn’t seem to plan on it anytime soon.

You soldier on.

“I’m not crazy,” you say, crazily. “Although I think your front doorman might call the police on me, so it’s probably better that I get this all out pronto. He wasn’t listening to me when I asked to come up, so I thought, ok, I’ll give him the ol’ razzle-dazzle—”

Here, you pantomime something truly unspeakable with your fingers.

“—but he was stubbornly unmoved by my singing. Thank god you picked up his call, my phone is dead. Anyway…”

Your fingers are still wiggling mid-air, you realize, so you drop them to your side, anticipating a rejoinder that continues to not come. You stomp your foot.

“Yoongi, can you stop?”

“Stop what?”

You gesture at him vaguely. “Doing that thing where you stand around, and continue to be… all the way that you are and everything! With your man bun and your silence and white tee and earrings and… stuff!” 

Yoongi’s lip twitches. You see it. You do.

“YN…”

“NO!” You erupt. “No talky! No namey! Be quiet!”

“But—”

Jesus. What the fuck isn’t this man getting?

“I’m trying to make a grand gesture here, Meeyooee!” you whine.

Yoongi bites his lip.

“Oh?” he drawls.

You want to crawl into the belly of a killer whale. “Yeah!”

“Huh.” He crosses his arms, looking just as he did that first time you really saw him at the Ritz-Carlton. Lazy. Taunting. Incredible. Seriously, how dare he put his hair in a bun? “Get to it then, Princess.”

That bastard. Pet names? At a time like this? Where does he get the nerve?!

Now that Meeyooee’s given you the floor, you don’t know where to begin—don’t know how to begin explaining the barrage of emotions that had swept through you when Yoongi had finally asked you his question, point-blank:

Do you want this?

You’d thought you’d have the night to arrange your feelings into some magical sequence of words for him; you’d thought the two of you would sit down, like adults, at the dining table—an old relic from a past life where food actually mattered—and go over everything, points A to Z, weighing the pros and cons of staying bonded before deciding that no matter what, the two of you would still be together.

You believed that. It was the only option. A foregone conclusion.

It had to be.

But he’d gotten up, and he’d gone to the bathroom, and you’d realized then that logic and facts and figures had not been what Yoongi was asking for. Meeyooee—the man who’d watched your movies, and read your books, and secured your gowns, and listened to your stories, and brought you to Norman, to the stadium, to the greatest safety you’d ever known in his arms; the man who’d showed you, through his own grand gestures and smaller acts of service how much he wanted you—was scared.

And so you decided to Grand-Gesture his toight ass right back.

It had seemed like a good idea at the time—to surprise him with your own sweeping declaration of devotion via… an essay.

(“Right,” Hana had said sarcastically when you’d Google Duo’d her to share your plan.

“An essay,” Daehyun had joined in. “Famously the most romantic of all short-form types of writing!”

Those hoes.)

If staff at Starfield Library had noticed anything off about the intense, frenetic energy you’d brought with you as you’d sat down and poured your heart out into what was essentially a love confession dressed up as an op-ed, they wisely stayed silent. It wouldn’t have mattered anyway. You were like a woman possessed.

When you finished, your supervisor shot down your request to rush-publish the piece—until, that is, you surprised her with a quote for the article straight from Park Jimin himself, and his guarantee to promote the essay on Twitter.

That settled, the piece went live, and you went to the dorm to shower and explain to a rather-hungover Jimin about what had propelled you to write the essay in the first place.

It was only once he’d gazed at you in fond exasperation that you realized you probably shouldn’t have run out of Yoongi’s apartment directly after he’d asked you if you wanted him.

So, uh…

Oops?

The yellow flowers, your Hail Mary play, hadn’t exactly gone to plan, either. You and Meeyooee just weren’t really the bouquet type, you have no idea why Jimin, with a fiendish glint in his eye, had insisted you pick these particular ones up.

You guess it doesn’t matter.

You were trying. You are trying.

“I’m trying,” you say.

“I know.”

“I didn’t mean to keep you hanging, Yoongi. I wanted to surprise you. And give you something to keep.”

Yoongi’s gaze shifts from the flowers wilting on his floor to your face, and when your eyes finally lock, his gaze staples right through your skin to the connective tissue holding you together underneath. You have never felt so disarmed; so exposed. He always knows how to cut right through you. He looks at you like he knows who you used to be, who you are now, and who it is you’re trying to become once all is said and done, which is his.

“I know, baby.”

Oh, fuck. Oh, god. It’s now or never. Sink or swim. Do or die.

Showtime.

“Yoongi, when you asked me that question about what I wanted…” You pause. Swallow. Start over. “I—fuck, sorry. I’m nervous. I need you to know that I’m always going to overthink things, and it’s hard for me to just ‘say what I want’ without taking you into consideration, too. Because that’s just not the way my brain works. I can’t turn off the side that cares about you. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry.”

“Okay, but I am. And I don’t want to pretend like the points I brought up before aren’t real, because they are real, and ignoring the reality of our circumstances… that’s not romantic to me. It’s fake. And you… we…” You take a deep breath. “This is real,” you whisper. “It is true that being bonded is a hindrance to our autonomy. Maybe the world will be better off now that the procedure is available. I don’t know.”

Yoongi hums. “What do you know, Princess?”

“What I know is that sometimes I miss the taste of grilled corn,” you say, not missing a beat. “I know that one day I’ll probably piss you off and you’ll wish you could run away to your Appa for a week without needing me to follow you there like some unshakeable shadow.”

He nods, encouraging. “But?”

“But!” You thrust up a finger, thankful for the segue, not even noticing how he’s feeding you the words you need to get out the sentiment he needs to hear. “But none of that matters—or, it all matters, but it’s all just relative, right? Like, if we remain soulmates, we will sacrifice some freedoms; we will spend our lives making compromises, and concessions, and some things will just always have to remain more difficult.”

You don’t register Yoongi stepping closer until he’s already closed the space between the two of you. You don’t look up until he’s inches away, the pocket of air separating you charged and electric and thrumming. Your soulmate looks down his nose at you, and his clever, catlike eyes burn like molten jewels. He looks a little soft; a little wild.

He looks like yours.

“But?” he murmurs again.

“But I don’t care,” you whisper back, lips millimeters from his now. “Because all that matters is that I want you.”

His hands find your hips, his touch as light as the whispers of a dream. You were cold, and now you are warmer. Brighter. Does he see? Yoongi is a saxophone, and you, a single-note flute. Both instruments make sound—one lonely, sad chord at a time.

Together, you are music.

“Even if it’s not right or fair or convenient I really, really want to be with you, Yoongi,” you finish. “In the selfish, greedy kind of way.”

He nods because he knows.

He tugs you toward him because you are his to bring closer. Under his touch, you are made solid and real. It dawns on you, with his hands on your hips and forever in his eyes, that there’s no script for you two to follow—no guidebook on how to proceed. It’s up to you now, and you want to try.

You really want to try this with him.

“What do you want?” you whisper.

“You,” he rasps back with no hesitation. “I want to walk together, side by side, for the rest of our lives.”

���Oh my god. Nerd.”

“Me? You’re the one who wrote it!”

“Fine—narcissist. Who memorizes essays about themselves?”

Yoongi shrugs, grinning. “It was a good article. You called me your bias.”

“Yeah,” you say, “cuz you are.”

“Not your nemesis?”

“That, too.”

“Forever?” He leans in. “You mean it?”

You smile against his lips. He smells like orange blossoms and boy and home.

“Every word.”

Yoongi’s lips are chapped and warm and soft when he kisses you, and you wrap your arms around his neck, needing him nearer—so near you don’t know where you begin and he ends. He responds willingly, deepening the kiss as he smooths his hands down your body, muttering his own private mantra into your mouth: mine, mine, mine.

“Yours,” you agree, and he chuckles, hot tongue pressing wet kisses to your throat as he grips your waist, molding you against his body. He kisses your jaw; your cheek; your temple; then dips down to suck a bruise in that one sensitive spot below your ear he discovered. When your knees buckle, his hand shoots up to hold your jaw, keeping you steady as he continues his demanding claiming. He’s intent, you think, to make sure you never, ever forget.

Mine, mine, mine.

“Bedroom, Princess.” His voice, when he speaks again, is gravel. Your insides curl at the look on his face, more predator than man—like he’s calculating how, exactly, he wants to ruin you. Like he knows you’ll let him. His eyes gleam out at you, volcanic and piercing; his knowing, gummy smile is effortlessly smug. He knows how he’s destroying you. He knows you’re going to give him what he wants.

Fuck. You just had him yesterday—your body’s still bright and fizzy from the charge—but already you’re desperate for him again. He’s barely even touched you, yet somehow you’re trembling, hot, wet. A low whimper leaks through you, floating up to the rafters.

Instantly, his eyes darken.

“C’mere,” he says huskily, and you’re not sure who moves first, but suddenly, he’s back on you, his roaming hands more insistent as he tugs impatiently at the hem of your shirt.

“Take this off,” he breathes.

Instantly, you obey, flushed but enthralled by the way Yoongi’s eyes trail over your skin, lingering shamelessly wherever they want to, for as long as they want. He groans, an almost pained expression painting his face, and his approval makes you feel brave; wanted; adored. You cock an eyebrow, tongue darting out to wet your bottom lip.

“You too.”

His shirt hits the ground a half-second later, and then he’s licking messily back into your mouth, all spit and teeth and need. You’re so swept up in the taste of him you don’t even realize your bra is unclasped until his thumbs come up to rub over your nipples, already hard; you swallow his groan down as he plunges his tongue into you, the motion ruthless and desperate.

“Goddamn, YN.” He pulls back and sucks in a ragged breath at the sight of you, standing in the last flare of late-afternoon sunshine: you’re all glazed eyes and kiss-bitten lips, your nipples taut and your body warm and dripping with lust. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

He reaches forward to roughly tweak a nipple and your back arches immediately, your brain emptying of everything but the feeling of his large, rough hands kneading and squeezing the swell of your breasts. He releases a dark puff of amusement as you fumble clumsily with his belt buckle, finally ripping the offending strip of leather free and brandishing it like you’re some kind of matador. He makes much quicker work of your trousers, his fingers sending fire skittering over your sensitized flesh, until you’re both left standing in your underwear, staring at one another in dazed wonder.

“You’re mine,” you say, and Yoongi looks up at you, almost dumbstruck, and nods.

“Course I am,” he murmurs.

“No one else’s.”

“Baby,” he moans, reaching for your hand. “Just yours.”

He tugs you toward the bedroom, but first you stumble over the abandoned bouquet, cursing as you nearly face-plant into the floor. After steadying you, Yoongi shoots the trodden flowers a battle-weary expression, like a soldier coming face-to-face with an old foe.

“What’s that look?”

“Nothing.” He won’t meet your eyes, but you hear him mumbling something about Bitchtits, which makes no sense, and then, in a disparaging tone: yellow flowers.

“The color doesn’t seem very you,” you concede.

“Then why did you get—” Yoongi trails off as his eyes narrow, something slotting into place. “I’ll fucking kill him,” Yoongi mutters, swatting your ass as you pass through the threshold to the bedroom. He’s still muttering about revenge and does he think this is funny? as he goes to sit on the bed, back against the headboard. You swallow when he turns to you, patting his lap invitingly. “I’ll fucking destroy that guy.”

“Me first, though,” you say, and his responding huff of mirth turns into a groan when he grips your hips and pulls you down, hard, to straddle his lap.

And then the bastard hooks his hands behind his head, strong forearms flexing as he smiles beatifically up at you.

“Go ahead, sweetheart,” he taunts, feral promises blazing in his eyes. You gulp, already lightheaded from arousal and trepidation about what he has planned. “Let’s see what you got.”

Oh, fuck. If he wants you to put on a show, he’ll fucking get one. You see his smug, crooked grin and raise him a smirk of your own as you lean forward, threading your hand into the hair not tied in a bun. You tug slightly, dipping down to trap his mouth in a kiss. When he groans, you absorb the sound, slowly rocking your hips into him, over and over, feeling him harden beneath you. When you sense one of his arms snaking down—likely heading to cup your ass—you stop moving, reaching out to secure his wrist in your own grasp.

“You touch me, I stop,” you warn, pushing his arm roughly back against the headboard.

Yoongi hisses, hips bucking up involuntarily while you grin darkly down at him, arching your back as you resume grinding into his rock-hard length. You take your time, swiveling your hips languidly before settling into a rhythm. At this point, your panties are already sticky with your desire; a quick look down shows the evidence of your arousal smearing all over the navy fabric of his underwear. 

“Yeah?” he grunts, looking up at you with hooded eyes; the heat behind his gaze causes a throb to pulse straight in your core, and you nod, feeling his dick twitch beneath you.

“Go on then, sweetheart,” he goads you, before tipping his head back. “Do your worst.”

His words stoke to life a flame of self-confidence—lifting yourself off him, you use one hand to slowly shuck your underwear; at the same time, you pop two fingers from your other hand into your mouth, swirling your tongue sloppily around the digits. When you lower yourself back down, jolting as your bare cunt brushes against the bulge straining against his underwear, you use your spit-slick fingers to slowly spread open your folds without an ounce of shame. A curse flies out of Yoongi’s mouth as he stares, mesmerized, at your glistening, unobstructed sex, his eyes following the trajectory of your fingers as they come up to roll over your clit.

“What the fuck?” Yoongi’s eyes flutter closed, and then there’s a sudden smack as he curls his hand into a fist, banging it against the headboard. His head tips back, and when he opens his eyes again with a gasp, his pupils are blown, his eyes pitch-dark and ravenous. “You trying to kill me?”

You hum lowly, but the longing bare on his face only encourages you to keep teasing. It’s not enough for him to be delirious with desire. If he’s yours, you want to make sure he remembers who he belongs to; want to make sure he remembers no one else could ever compare. Before you can talk yourself out of it, you spin around. Arching your back, you hook your thumbs into the waistband of his boxers.

“Shit,” you hear Yoongi groan behind you. “This ass.”

“No touching,” you remind him, throwing your namesake—your goddamn Triple B—back as you make the mistake of glancing over your shoulder. Yoongi’s brows are furrowed, his eyes all blown-out pupil, and the expression on his face is nothing short of kinetic. Your breath hitches, your heartbeat picking up in your chest.

“It’s like that, huh, baby?” He’s flexing his hands, the veins on his forearms bulging from the effort of his restraint to keep from reaching for you. When you lock eyes, he cocks a strong brow at you, his grin possessive and intense, and you shiver, faltering in your movements for a moment as you forget who’s supposed to be charge. He is so beautiful. He is all yours.

At his low laugh, you snap back to yourself.

“Uh, sweetheart.” He smiles, not hiding his amusement at all, but there’s nothing cruel in it; shaking your head, you laugh with him.

“Fuck you, Meeyooee,” you quip, and then, before he can respond, you turn back around to finally, finally, hook your thumbs into his boxers and tug them down to reveal his length, standing at stiff attention.

You have to bite back a sigh. His cock is as pretty as you remember: long, thick, and veiny, the tip glistening already from his arousal. Wasting no more time, you lean forward to grab at his base, warm and weighty in your hand, and then spit on the tip. Mesmerized, you watch it drip down his flushed length in slow, glistening trails. 

The amused tut from behind you snaps you out of your reverie. Fuck, this man’s hold over you is ridiculous.

“Don’t be shy, baby,” he murmurs. “Say hi.”

Rolling your eyes, you lean forward and take as much of his length as you can in one go. That should shut him up. The slight burn of his tip breaching your throat coaxes tears to your eyes, but you soldier past the discomfort for him. It’s a welcome ache. One you missed.

“Fuck!” Yoongi hits the headboard again, and, satisfied, you brace your hands on his knees, a warning to keep his hips still for you as you swirl your tongue over his velvety ridges. Remembering to breathe through your nose, you begin to bob in earnest over his length.

“Fuck, YN,” he stutters reverentially behind you. “Just—just like that.”

He sounds fucked out already, but you can do better. This whole time, you’ve been seated on him, but you allow your hand to take over your ministrations as you rock forward, shifting until your knees bracket his body. With your ass on full display, you take his puffy tip in your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks as you suck, hard. Yoongi grunts, your only warning before he begins muttering a jumbled string of profanities.

“God.” His voice is low, strangled. “You’re fucking dripping, YN.”

You ignore the heat blooming in your core at his words, taking as much of his length as you can.

“Wanna taste.”

Fuck. This. Him. Min Yoongi will be your undoing.

Your resolve crumbling, you brace yourself and swallow around his shaft.

“Shit, yes.” Yoongi’s hips jerk up, and you gag, trickles of drools leaking from your mouth. One hand returns to his thigh, and the other reaches back to spread your cheeks teasingly at him.

“YN.” Your cunt throbs at the growl of his voice; it’s almost menacing. You can’t hold out anymore.

“Okay,” you command, chest heaving as you try to prepare yourself for what’s to come.

“What’s that?” Yoongi says behind you.

“Go ahead,” you breathe, reaching forward to fondle his balls the way you learned he likes. One of his hands whips down to clutch at the sheets, but he holds strong.

“Sweetheart,” Yoongi drawls. “You want something, you gotta ask for it.”

God, he’s such an asshole. You’re almost glad he can’t see your grin—can’t see how much you love it—as you hover back over his cock.

“Touch me,” you command, simply. “Eat me out, Yoongi.”

A low, dangerous chuckle is your only warning before two strong forearms suddenly wrap around your thighs and yank you backward to straddle his face. Your mouth pops open, your eyes going wide as he uses one hand to nudge your back down. The positioning doesn’t leave much room for the imagination, but judging by his appreciative moan, you think Yoongi likes what he sees.

“Gimme this wet pussy,” he growls, and then his flattened tongue is grinding against your clit, his hands digging into your thighs in a vice-grip to keep you from squirming away from him.

“Shit!” you gasp, immediately overwhelmed at the sensation. Far from trying to escape, you rock back into him as he licks a hot stripe up your folds.

“There you go,” Yoongi encourages you, nose buried deep in your cunt. “Nasty girl, rutting against my mouth like that.”

You moan, returning your own mouth to him, but the movements are sloppy, now; unrefined. If Yoongi notices, he doesn’t seem to mind; he keeps lapping hungrily at your clit, praising you for how good you taste, how hot and wet and perfect you are. All shame flies out the window as you squeeze your eyes shut, giving yourself over to the sensation. When he pushes a digit inside you, finger curling expertly against your walls, you moan his name around his cock, your thighs beginning to tremble.

Abruptly, before you can make sense of what’s happening, your world tilts as Yoongi rips you off of him, somehow managing to flip your body until you’re laying on your side, his body, hot and slightly sweaty, pressed against the length of your back, mouth nipping at your ear.

“Sorry, Princess,” he says, looping an arm under your thigh to drag it up before his fingers return to your clit. “When I cum, I want it to be in that tight little pussy of yours.”

The smell of your essence on his mouth, combined with the flurry of sensations he’s unleashing upon your body—his stiff cock pressed against your ass; his fingers swirling expert figure-eights on your clit; the melting heat in your core tightening into something taut and ready to snap—is too much. Everything ramps up, your pelvic muscles clenching furiously around nothing.

“Yoongi, I—” You tilt your head to him, your voice high and unrecognizable to your ears. “Yoongi, I’m gonna—”

His lips, heady with the taste of you, claim your own—sweet and musky and addictive, cutting off your frantic stuttering.

He grins.

“I love you,” he says, thrusting the words into your mouth with his tongue. For a second, your heart—maybe even time itself—shutters. You step outside of yourself and shoot up, up, up into the stars, looking down from impossibly high to see your and Yoongi’s story, laid out like some kind of celestial picture book.

You see the first time you tripped into Yoongi; the first time he held your hand; the first time you hugged.

Your first sleepover.

Your first kiss.

Everything, leading up to this moment. To him. To this. To you.

To love.

“Come,” he says, and you crash back into yourself, your body left with no choice but to obey his command. Endless waves of pleasure pulse through you, unrelenting. You let out a moan so guttural it’s nearly a scream, your body spasming as your vision sparks with dizzying, overbright colors. Yoongi plunges his fingers into your tight heat, fucking you through it, refusing to let you come down from your high. 

When the world resolves, the first thing you hear is Yoongi’s slow laugh in your ear.

“Let’s see,” he snickers, the sound almost verging on patronizing, and then you feel his hands on your body, rolling you gently onto your back. Through blurred vision, you see him grinning down at you like a wolf. “Doing okay, YN?”

All you can do is hum in sated contentment, your capacity for speech absolutely void—until he settles himself on top of you, rolling his hips into your still-sensitive core, earning a low, drawn-out fuck.

“Think you can do that again on my cock, Princess?” he whispers, his voice goading but his touch tender, protective, as he presses you softly into the sheets, his thumbs massaging soothing circles into your sweaty hips. You hope you never get used to this—how incredible it still feels to be the sole object of Min Yoongi’s focus. You gaze up at him—his bun still somehow intact, though some errant, sweaty strands now hang in front of his face; his flushed skin, which looks to you in this moment as if spun from moonlight. Fresh arousal stirs deep within you as you nod deliriously at him.

“Please.” Your soft murmur becomes a moan as Yoongi drags his cock through your slick folds; still sensitive, your legs jerk closed on impulse, but Yoongi gives you a hard, dark look.

“No, baby,” he chides, his cock still sliding torturously over you. “Be a good girl and open a little wider for me.”

Wasting no time, desperation for him licking gentle flames through your body, you part your legs as you wrap your arms around his neck.

“I can take it so good, Yoongi,” you say, your words slurred and feverish with need. “I can do it, I promise. Please.”

Yoongi gives you that bright, lopsided grin again, brushing his lips against your forehead as his leaking cockhead nestles at your tight, warm entrance.

“I know you can,” he whispers. “I’m gonna give you what you want, Princess.”

And then in a single motion, he makes good on his promise, plunging into your heat with a low groan as your walls flutter around his thick length.

“You’re so perfect, YN,” he praises you, cock throbbing gently as he bottoms out, earning a low whine. You can already feel a new orgasm building, just from how full you feel; how perfectly he stretches you out. “So fucking tight…” He begins to thrust into you, slow and shallow. “And wet…” His thrusts pick up a little. “This pussy was made for me to fuck.”

“Please, Yoongi,” you beg, your eyes rolling back into your head as you wrap your legs around his hips, coaxing him closer. Deeper. You want to feel him all the way in your skull. “Fuck me as hard as you want, baby. Don’t hold back.”

The way Yoongi looks at you then would chill you to the bone if you didn’t know, deeper than in your marrow, that you’re never safer than you are with him.

“You asked for it,” he says, and your reply is lost in your throat when he slams ruthlessly into you, long, bony fingers grabbing bruising handfuls of your hips as he fucks into you, again and again, with no mercy.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you chant, and though his eyes flicker up briefly at the sound, you can tell that he’s truly elsewhere right now—completely enveloped in the overwhelming sensation of your sex. His headboard thumps punishingly against the wall, and his jaw clenches, his brow furrowing as he redirects his attention to where he spears your cunt open, again and again, moving your body under his just how he likes it. This is about him now—the way he drives into your heat is brutal, animal, raw, and unforgiving. It’s all you can do to lay back, your body thrashing as you’re forced to just take what he’s giving you. You wrap your hands around his neck, desperate for something to hold onto as you receive each primal, bruising thrust like a gift, a familiar coil tightening in your belly.

Suddenly, one of his hands comes up to clamp your jaw.

“Eyes on me,” he growls, and the wild, proud look on his face catapults you over the edge for a second time, white noise ringing in your ears as you’re launched into the stars. You snap your head back, vision erasing to a brilliant, sparkling white as your pussy clenches down, milking his cock, over and over as he looses control, fucking into you sloppily. Seconds later, with your name on his lips, Yoongi spills into you—and when you return to yourself, he’s collapsed at your side, kissing lazy marks into your slick, heated skin, resting his sweaty head on your shoulder, and telling you in every silent way he knows how: you’re mine, you’re mine, you’re mine. 

After you two clean up, you lay together in tangled sheets, watching the red sun kiss the horizon in silence. Tomorrow, you will talk some more. You will wake up to greet the first day of your chosen forever.

But for now:

“I love you,” you say. Yoongi’s head rests on your chest, right above the steady, sure thrum of your heart beat. When he smiles his gummy smile, you feel tired lips curling against your skin.

“You are my soulmate,” he says. Simple. Devastating. Honest.

When you fall asleep, you are not wrapped in a cage of Yoongi’s arms—you are holding his hand.

When you wake up, you are free to go. The choice is yours.

(What do you want?)

You stay.

Fifteen Months Later

You walk into the restaurant ten minutes late, keeping your head bent low out of habit as the hostess leads you to a private dining area in the back. There’s no reason to hide today—for all public intents and purposes, you’re attending this dinner as BTS's translator. For the second time this year, Chris Martin and his girlfriend are in town, and though the boys have all vastly improved in their English since you first met them, Seokjin still wants you nearby—“Yah! What if he misunderstands one of my famous knock-knock jokes, YNie? I need you, girl!”—as a back-up.

You’re the last to arrive, having spent the majority of your Saturday helping Soomin and Daehyun move into their new apartment and then getting held up on the train. Yoongi, you know, has been in his Genius Lab most of the day. It’s where he’s been spending the majority of his waking hours (and many of the twilight ones, too), putting finishing touches on what is slated to become his next solo album. (You’ve heard it all. It is, you assure him, supremely dope ass. Yoongi, ever the tortured-artist, remains unconvinced.)

When you enter the room, Meeyooee’s eyes find yours first; the boys have left the seat between him and Seokjin open, with Chris and his girlfriend sitting directly across the table. You murmur your hellos, bowing to Chris before settling in and accepting Seokjin’s offer to pour you a glass of wine.

“I hear the samgyeopsal here is great,” Chris says, passing you a food menu.

“Oh?” you say, catching Jimin’s eye across the table. He winks at you before returning to his own menu with a secret, knowing grin. “I’m not big on pork belly these days, actually. Haven't had it in over a year.”

“Don’t worry,” Yoongi says with a smirk, slipping his hand onto your knee under the table. “We’re ordering family style; there’s bound to be something you like.”

“I hear there’s good chicken!” Jungkook pipes up.

“Original, honey butter, or sweet and spicy?” you ask.

“Yes,” the members all chant.

You snort agreeably, trapping Yoongi’s fingers in your own as conversation swells comfortably around you.

His skin, as always, is warm.

As always, is soothing.

As always: your choice.

A/N: Holy. Shit.

I can't believe it's over. I wrote an incredibly long, sappy post about how much writing and sharing this incredibly cracky, cheekily sluttay fic with you has meant to me, and ended up trashing it because it just didn't feel right. So, what I want to say is that I wouldn’t have written past TNF:4 if it wasn’t for the encouraging comments and just, in the words of YN, dope fucking ass energy from those of you who have been kind and generous enough to share your enthusiasm for this story with me. Even the smallest reminder that any of you found something worthy of commenting on has had a profoundly positive influence on my life and creativity that I don’t think I will ever be able to fully express—please believe that.

TNF will remain in my memory as the project that led me back to my passion for writing, and I can’t thank you enough for lifting me up; for being my torch in the darkness, as Meeyooee is for YN, and for giving me back what I worried I had lost.

All my love, Matchy 💜

P.S. Before anyone asks or wonders if they missed something while reading—while I have my own opinion about what YN and Yoongi chose re: the soulmate separation procedure, I've purposefully left that part of the ending ambiguous for you to decide on your own.

If you like what I’m doing here and want to support me, just a head’s up that I have made a Ko-fi account, if you feel like checking it out!

Otherwise, if you enjoyed this chapter (or TNF in general), please consider leaving me a comment, re-blogging with feedback, or sliding into my asks (anonymously or not!) to let me know what you thought.

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this is adorable,,,, anything from this author i absolutely loveeeeeee

Jungkook

𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞 [Part 1/Intro]

In which Jungkook has never fallen in love before- not until you came along, at least.

Tags/Warnings: Hybrid AU, Munchkin Cat!Reader, Siberian Tiger!Jungkook, DDLG aspects but they're very mild in this chapter, Daddy!Jungkook, height difference, strangers to lovers, mild Angst, Fluff!, quiet!Reader, Model!Kook, mentions of death & grieving (but only brief), romance, manhandling, strength kink (implied), biting, hybrid behavior (scenting, marking, grooming and other)

Legth: Long ~7K words

Additional Content: None (yet)

A/N: Dinner is served, but split into multiple courses cause tumblr app can't handle this buffet.

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"And this is where most level 4 hybrids usually reside, plus a few of the more social level 5's." The CEO explains, walking into the large hall together with Jungkook and his management.

He's a little upset at some of the things he's seen until now - so many of his own kind kept in a place like this simply because they're alienated by society. "Older hybrids above the age of twenty-one statistically stay permanently in housing, so once they reach that age, they don't have to wear any identification within the facility here." The man explains further, motioning towards some hybrids who sit at a table without any collars on, some eating, others talking.

"Would it be possible to involve some of them into the campaign?" Jungkook's manager asks, while he himself takes a look around, hands in his pockets. It's not often that his hybrid senses notice anything at all- having become more or less 'dull' from lack of use, really, since he's mostly surrounded by humans in his daily life. He's not around hybrids often, so today, it's quite overwhelming.

In an exciting way though, weirdly enough.

Jungkook and his management had been thinking and planning such a campaign to raise awareness and money for hybrid care for a while now. As a hybrid himself, he's pretty vocal about his opinions on certain topics- though, of course, he can't always say what he wants to in order to stay 'brand safe' down the line.

"I wouldn't recommend it, honestly. You know, most of these-" The man motions towards the table where Jungkook can spot a very short-looking cat hybrid, sitting by herself alone with her head on the table, legs swinging around as they fail to reach the floor from the height of the bench. "-Are, like I said, either 4 or 5 on the scale, so they probably won't understand what you want them to do." He chuckles.

"What about her?" Jungkook asks, nodding towards where you sit at the table, wearing a simple cotton dress, socks and no shoes, fluffy hybrid tail hanging almost entirely unmoving down to the floor.

It's unnerving to him. As if you're lifeless.

"Very good eye. I've seen her earlier- I think she could make for a very good contrast compared to you." The manager agrees- though the CEO clearly seems not on board with idea.

"I mean, she's got a pretty face, but that's really about it." He, in Jungkook's opinion, rudely comments, making him harden his gaze at the man. "Listen, when you run a place like this, you've got to stay realistic. She's got a lot of health and social issues and doesn't really respond well at all in general, so I'd suggest we look more into the other hybrids." He offers-

But Jungkook is an untamed tiger that rarely ever listens, so it's not surprising that he just decides to walk over to you to find out for himself what this is all about. Mainly because somehow, something feels off about this whole situation- and also, because there's an odd pull he feels towards you, like he's met you before but can't remember.

When he sits down next to you, with some distance of course, you sit up- looking at him for a moment, as if you're going through the same thought-process he had just moments prior. "Hey." He greets, waving his hand a little, unsure for a moment-

Until you smile, waving back, tail starting to move now. So much for 'she doesn't respond', he thinks to himself.

"You seem pretty bored." He asks you, getting into a more relaxed position next to you, his own tail curling over his lap- something you notice with interest, it seems like. "Is there nothing to do here today?" He asks, resting his head on his hand as his elbow is perched up on the table.

You shake your head. "Never." You answer him, and he pouts in sympathy. "I want to- hm.." You seem to think hard about how to voice out your thoughts. You stutter a lot, no matter how much you concentrate- and since the careworkers here get frustrated with your speech easily, you've taught yourself to talk more shortened to avoid stuttering. "Back home. I.. go to- no.." You seem frustrated now, and Jungkook chuckles- something you might mistake for something it's not, he realizes. "Sorry. I don't talk well." You offer, but he shakes his head.

"No no, you're completely fine, take your time." He nods, and you nod as well.

"Back home." You start again, and he nods, making sure you know he's following. "I took, speaking class..es. Classes." You explain, and Jungkook hums a reply, understanding what you're talking about. "But now.. not anymore. He says- I don't need. Them. Don't need them." You explain, your own hybrid tail now curling around you as well so you can hold onto it, a clear sign of self-soothing. "Because I stay."

"I'm sure someone like you has no issues finding someone to live with." Jungkook offers, and you seem to not take it seriously. "No, really. I know a couple of people who'd love to offer a place for an older hybrid." He shrugs.

"No. I stay." You tell him, almost with a disappointed undertone- a bell suddenly ringing, making you stand up and grab your empty cup from the table. "Uhm, thanks." You say as a form of goodbye, bowing politely to him- before you follow the other hybrids into a different area it seems, leaving him alone at the table until his manager finds him later.

Now he's definitely sure something's not right here.

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The next day when he arrives, still a little sleepy, he doesn't spot you until he almost throws his stuff on top of you by accident. You're asleep in a corner, and a careworker immediately picks up on it. "I'm so sorry- she sometimes sleepwalks!" The lady apologizes, and before Jungkook can even say anything, she's already calling your name, shaking you awake. You don't even seem to realize what's really going on as the worker pulls you away- leaving Jungkook by himself, only trace of you left being a small flower shaped pillow he stares at for a moment. Your scent still clings heavy onto it- though there's a slightly burned bitter hint to it, a hint of something sad.

In a way, he doesn't know if he believes sleepwalking to be the actual reason here. His friend, Namjoon, owns a hybrid as well after all- and Jimin does this too, sometimes, because he doesn't like to sleep alone.

And later, when he's in makeup and the hybrids in the main hall close by are all eating breakfast, he's aware that the facility must be putting more effort into things than usual with him and his entire team present- because he's not stupid. A lot of the hybrids seem confused about certain things, while others flat out appear nervous and uncomfortable by the unfamiliar energy today, bad at hiding their behavior due to their lack of social understanding. Meanwhile you're almost falling asleep at the table, clearly not awake at all yet.

Or maybe you just didn't sleep well?

There's definitely something about you he can't explain. It's like there's a voice inside his head that's not his own that keeps feeding him ideas of what he could do. Maybe he could share his own food during his break with you? He also needs to make sure you get your pillow back at some point. Or he could take it home to have something of you with him-

"You've got an eye on the munchkin?" His makeup artist giggles as she does his hair. "Weird that she's here, isn't it? She doesn't seem like one that's hard to find a suiting home for." She mumbles, and Jungkook agrees with a hum. "One of the workers here told me the CEO denies all potential adoptions though." She shrugs.

"Why would he do that?" Jungkook asks, a little wary of the answer he might receive. After all, he's heard many horror stories of what goes on behind closed doors in some hybrid shelters.

"I mean, it's a rumor but-" She sighs. "-So her old owner was a retired hybrid specialist, right? He died of old age about two or three years ago, according to an employee I spoke with earlier." She explains, switching to a different comb to fix his hair into place. "But that's where it gets weird. Her old owner, right? Well he like, created a trust fund for her in case something was to happen to him, so she would be taken care of financially." She explains further what she's heard. "But, when she was given into the care of this center, apparently, the CEO took advantage of her grieving, and is now using the money for himself."

"Explains why he would want to keep her here." Jungkook mumbles more or less to himself. "Because as long as she's here.."

"He can justify using the money to cover her expenses." She finishes for him.

"That's fucked up." Jungkook says. "Is there any proof of it?" He wonders, and she shrugs.

"Well the worker said she herself is pretty vocal about it. She knows what's going on- but no one believes her, because the CEO has her under file as a category 5 even though she's not." She tells him. "I mean, it's smart. Legally speaking, nothing she says would ever be taken into consideration because of that. I remember, my aunt has a 5 who witnessed someone getting assaulted near a grocery store when they went to Busan last year. But nothing he was saying could be taken as evidence basically because the legal system is so oddly structured." She sighs.

"It's a mess, isn't it." The model talks to himself mostly, phone in his hand as he spins it around. "I tend to forget how screwed up the system really is." He says.

"Well, a lot of people tend to forget you're part hybrid as well." She giggles, finishing up. It's true- while he's got his tail and his ears, he's become a pro at acting human- ignoring his own instincts in daily life to instead cater to the broader audience of the human world rather than appealing to his own kind. "Maybe this is all a good idea. An opportunity." She offers.

"Opportunity for what?" He wonders, and she shrugs.

"Who knows."

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The more he observes and interacts with you, the less it makes sense to him how you could ever pass as a category 5 hybrid.

Sure, you've got some trouble articulating yourself, but you're also clearly aware of everything going on around you, you're very emotionally intelligent, you understand social concepts perfectly fine, and you're also pretty independent. You don't need much help with things others of your alleged category clearly struggle with.

He'd spotted you helping many of the other hybrids to button up their coats or tie their shoes (though he has to admit, your tying seemed like it was a pretty challenging task to you) or even collect the dishes and balance them perfectly fine to offer some aid to the kitchen staff at lunch. He knows what category 5 have problems with, they typically struggle with tasks like that. He's lived with one growing up, after all; the younger boy next door always coming over during the holidays because his parents were friends with his owners.

But you? No, you don't share much of those characteristics typical.

Maybe there really is some truth to those rumors going around.

"What're they doing?" He asks a janitor, who looks surprised to be acknowledged, before he watches all the hybrids as well as they all get dressed into outdoor-clothes.

"Oh, Every week they get outdoor activities, you know, to keep them healthy!" The elderly man nods. "Keeps the immune system up and running." He laughs, and Jungkook nods, agreeing. "You look like you want to go with them? If you ask Penny over there, she might let you tag along." He offers, and Jungkook decides, on the spot-

yeah, he wants to tag along.

So he finds his manager, tells him his plan- and leaves, before he can argue too much- though the man doesn't even attempt to do so, seemingly happy that Jungkook is growing friendly with you.

"Oh, careful." Jungkook says, holding the door for you as it almost closes behind another hybrid who'd forgotten to hold it himself. You look up at him, nodding, before you walk outside with him right behind you. "The janitor said you go outside every week." He attempts conversation, and you nod, in typical fashion, looking at the other hybrids in front of you holding hands as they walk behind each other in pairs.

All but you.

"You can hold mine, if you want." Jungkook tells you, and he can't help but grin a bit adoringly at the way you almost instantly take the offer, hand grabbing his as you hold onto it with confidence- your steps becoming a bit more bouncy as if boosted by his presence. It makes his own tail sway rhythmically with every step as well, especially when you all stop at a red light and he swears he can hear you purr under your breath, ears moving around to catch every noise it seems. "You're cute." He comments, and you look up at him with a smile.

"Thank you." You tell him, before you both follow the group of hybrids and the workers to a large field, most hybrids already running to get balls and other items to play with. "Do you.. sport?" You ask. "Like?"

"I do. I like sports a lot, actually." He nods, and you nod as well, watching the other hybrids. "You?" He wonders, and you huff a bit in disappointment, though you nod.

"Makes me.." Your hand goes to your upper chest, before pointing at it. "Cough." You try and explain and he hums in understanding.

"Asthma?" He asks, wondering if you know what he's talking about- and much to his surprise, you nod.

"I need, plastic..thing." You explain, hands gesturing as if to map out the inhaler as you're unable to recall the word in the moment. But the way he keeps reassuring you, keeps treating you so normally, makes you confident in communicating with him. "But- he says, no." You shake your head.

"The CEO?" He wonders, and you nod, sitting down on the grass, leading him to do so as well, though he gently points to his lap for you to sit on. "So your dress doesn't get dirty." He explains, and you nod, happily taking your seat on his thighs. The purr he feels against his chest fuels his ego like nothing ever before, his tail wrapping around him and you to lay in your lap. "I heard he's.. doing some shady stuff."

"He takes.. money." You shrug. "But, hm." You just hum, shrugging your shoulders in defeat.

"What if you got an evaluation done?" He wonders, watching the other hybrids play with you. "To gain proof that you're not a category 5? That way you could go against him, no?" He asks, but you shake your head.

"Can't." You answer him. "Only owner."

"Shit.." He mumbles to himself, remembering as well. Only an owner can actually file in to get an evaluation done- and those things are expensive, not funded by the government at all. Without an owner, you're caught in the trap- and while caught in the trap, you can't get an owner. It's like the snake that's biting it's own tail; doomed.

And right now, he's got no clue how to help you.

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"But, let's say, technically speaking.." Jungkook starts to speak between bites of food, looking at Namjoon in front of him. "I'm barely a category 2, right? So, legally, I could own a hybrid." He asks, and Namjoon seems to think about it. Jungkook could in fact be counted as a simple category one if it wasn't for his ears and tail- but that might just be because these days, he's learned to ignore his instincts rather than embrace them.

"I mean, yeah, legally speaking, you can." He offers, nodding. "But like, why would you? You never had any interest in that." He asks confused, even a bit suspicious. Jungkook has been used for his kindness before, so the older friend tends to become wary of odd things asked.

"I think.. no, I found my mate. At the Seoul care center, where we're shooting the whole campaign right now." He offers, opening his can of beer. "And I want to get her out of there. There's some shady shit going on, and I don't want her to be caught in the crossfire before I pop that bubble."

"Jungkook, that doesn't sound like a good idea at all. Pop a bubble?" Namjoon worries instantly, putting his chopsticks down. "That's seoul central care we're talking about. Their legal team is crazy good." He argues, well aware of these things.

"I know." Jungkook nods. "But the evidence is better. Listen -" He shakes his head. "I won't personally be the one to do it. But some of the staff.. they've been talking. And for good reason." The tiger hybrid explains. "Someone is gonna blow that shit up soon, and I need to get her out before that happens. Considering what that guy has been doing already, I'm pretty sure he would, I don't know, send her overseas or some shit to avoid losing access to her money." He tells his friend.

"You know I can't tell you what to do, Jungkook." Namjoon offers, pushing his leftover food towards a sleepy Jimin, who silently starts to eat next to his owner. "But.. if things go south, I'll try and help best I can." he promises, making Jungkook nod in appreciation.

"Thanks."

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It's safe to say that Jungkook is more than just friendly with you now.

He knows it pisses off the man that tries to present himself as a saint with realistic opinions on the modern way hybrids are handled- and in a way, it satisfies Jungkook deep in his soul.

You're also a lot more vibrant it seems like, visibly perking up the minute he arrives at the center every morning to shoot his photos and small videos. It's adorable to see, really; especially today, when he offers you a new pair of boots, way better suited for you than the old worn down one's you kept wearing every time you went outside. They're of soft materials, pale pastel colors, fluffy accents on the sides, and your eyes widen in wonder at the sight of them. "I hope they fit. I bought those because they have laces- so you can adjust them if the size isn't perfect." He explains to you, and you nod slowly, holding onto them like they're some form of golden treasure.

You also continue to watch him during his shoot, clearly just as interested in him as he is in you at this point.

Staff has noticed, workers have noticed, his manager has noticed, and granted, everyone's pretty happy about it. You're seemingly a very nice fit, a good balance to the otherwise rather wild and untamed tiger hybrid known to sometimes act out of line. He's clumsy with his words at times, his actions often leading to consequences he's not thought of, though he never does anything will ill intend.

Right now, he's got you back on his lap, sharing a round cream filled donut with you, your tail going wild behind you as you enjoy the sugary treat. "Say, I've got a question.." He wonders, your ears turning on your head towards him, a clear sign that you're paying attention to him. "Would you like to.. you know, maybe live together with me?" He asks, and at that, you freeze, before you turn around towards him. "I mean it. I know, you think that might not be possible- but I want to try, at least, to make it possible." He explains.

"Busy." You tell him, before you watch his manager talk to some caretakers a little further away. "It's.. hm. Don't have to." You shrug, trying to grab the last bite he's holding in his hand, just for him to hold it out of reach.

"That's not an answer though." He teases. "You can also just.. I don't know- live with me as like, a foster situation maybe? Just to see if it would work." He offers, while you whine, reaching out for his food he'd been sharing with you until now, one of his arms holding you back securely while the other holds the last piece too far away. "Answer first, kitty." He hums close to your ear, making you freeze for a second as your tail swipes from side to side in excitement. He's so close now, and if he wanted to, a kiss would just be a tiny move now.

But he behaves himself. All in due time.

"Ok." You nod, because why not? He's nice, he's your mate after all, and you like him.

What could go wrong?

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He's still irritated. You don't deserve any of this.

He hopes he might be able to get the paperwork signed- and you out of this place as soon as he can. There's technically nothing speaking against it after all; he's a level 2 at the end of the day, his hybrid side a lot less dominant than in someone like you. And while it's made him feel like an outcast for a long time, feeling like he doesn't belong neither here nor there- looking at you now, his feelings have changed.

He feels glad, for the first time, that he's the way he is.

"If she's getting too much you can just tell her to go play or something." One of the workers tells him as she'd spotted him with you still somewhat laying on his thigh, his hand comfortably resting on your shoulder while you play with his rings on his other hand. "She tends to get clingy with anybody who pays attention to her." She snickers, but he shakes his head.

"No, it's really fine." He denies her, well aware that she's been eyeing him ever since he'd gotten here the first day, and he can't hold back on his next words. "I actually think she's cute." He smiles down at you, and your cat-ears twitch at that before you look up at him, making him laugh.

"I mean.. I guess? Maybe it's a hybrid thing that you like her." She shrugs, crossing her arms. "But she's gotta move soon, your manager told me they wanna take some more shots." She says with more bite to her tone now- and in a way, it satisfies Jungkook.

He lets you rest on him for a little longer- until he pulls out something from his bag, brown paperbag containing a baked treat you know all too well.

He brings it every time, ever since you've told him you like it, after all.

"Nuh-ah." He chuckles when you instantly sit up and reach for it, turning his body a little towards you on the bench before he holds out the donut, testing the waters. And for his own amusement.

And much to his said amusement, you do exactly what he hoped you would.

Without thinking much it seems like, you lean forward to take a bite out of the sweet treat while he's still holding it- and he can't help but smile at the scene. You're so unaware of your own appeal, completely oblivious to how charming you are, and in a way, it makes him upset. You really are just a soft soul being used and nothing else- and he just feels like he's got to offer his protection.

Because you deserve it- and because he wants to be that protector.

Mostly because the connection you both have to one another is undeniable. Mates are an odd thing; but they're a real thing at the end of the day, and it's clear now that he's found his own in you.

You seem to have a moment of realization after the second bite, ears turning before your head follows as a worker says something Jungkook himself doesn't quite catch- but he knows he doesn't like it. "Hey- I'm over here." He tells you, and you look at him with a more shy expression now, almost embarrassed- letting go of his wrist as you sit back down on the bench, visibly uncomfortable. "Dont listen to them. I'm more interesting, am I not?" He teases to get your attention back, reaching out to wipe a crumb from the corner of your lips, making you smile a bit shyly to yourself.

You're so easy to catch.

"Why.." you start, seemingly thinking about your words. You do that a lot, he noticed- you either don't talk at all, or very quietly, and in a way, he's not sure if that's been something they pushed onto you in the carecenter here, or if you've always been this way. He wants to find out, that's for sure. "Why do you.. like me?" You ask, visibly unsatisfied with how you formulated that sentence. It's another proof of your difference in hybrid level compared to Jungkook.

But no matter, he will learn to understand you, until he no longer needs you to speak at all.

Jungkook simply shrugs at your question. "Maybe a mate thing. Maybe just because I like you." He answers. "I don't need to have a reason for it, though. You're a very sweet person, very likable." He tells you before he breaks off another piece of the donut, holding it out. "Now come on. Be a good girl and finish up, alright?" He teasingly tells you as he eats the other leftover piece himself, just to pull yours away from you when you reach out for it with your hand. "Nop." He chuckles, making you glare at him, tail swiping behind you from side to side, and he can't help but laugh at the scene, head thrown back.

Adorable.

Until he feels your lips brush against the tips of his fingers as you snatch the last piece of your treat from him, his gaze immediately back on you as you watch his reaction with a more challenging expression, and he can't help but be intrigued.

"I feel like it'll be a good idea. Jungkook!" His manager smiles, walking up to you both. "You've got her there already, perfect. We'd like to include her in the next few shots tomorrow, see how she does." He tells him, and Jungkook looks at you who seems visibly uncertain.

"You okay with that?" Jungkook asks, and you look at the camera set up close by with an almost fearful expression. "Dont worry. They'll tell you what to do, and I'll help as well. Or is it something else?" He asks, making you move to sit on the bench more properly, feet almost touching the floor, but not quite. He realizes what might be the problem when a staff member accidentally let's a brush fall to the floor, your ears instantly flattening for a short second from the harsh sound. "Ah- does the camera sound scare you?" And you nod at that, making his manager laugh a bit.

"Oh no, don't be scared! It's totally normal. Maybe Jungkook can show you how it works?" He says, before looking over at the careworker close to him. "My son has a hybrid too- he used to hate the sound of the microwave too until my son explained to him how it functioned." He chuckles. Jungkook remembers that. Namjoon and Jimin are an odd couple, but weirdly, they also fit perfectly.

"I don't think she'll understand that, but you can try." The careworker shrugs disinterested, clearly upset at Jungkooks lack of interest in her.

"Come on, let's have a look then." Jungkook simply tells you with no thought wasted on the woman, as he walks to the big cameras with you, Taehyung already looking your way. "Hey, can you maybe explain to her why the camera makes that noise?" Jungkook asks his friend, who nods at you.

"Its pretty loud, isn't it?" He tells you, and you nod- standing on the tips of your toes to try and see through the lens, but to no use. "You're so short!" Taehyung chuckles, and Jungkook can't help but be amused too.

"Hm, here, you can step on that." He offers, sliding an upside-down thick plastic bucket close to you to stand on; his hands instinctively on your body yo steady you as you step onto the container.

"Alright, so.." Taehyung starts to explain the camera to you, and Jungkook can't help but be thankful that his friend is clearly aware of the fact that you're not a stupid child- the photographer never oversimplifying anything, simply telling you the general mechanics to make sure you understand what's happening, that nothing is breaking or could cause any harm. And then the camera makes its distinctive sound.

Your ears still flatten for a split second, but your body makes no sign of being scared or surprised any longer. It worked.

"I can't turn it off, sadly. It's a mechanical sound, so there's no way around it." Taehyung shrugs towards his friend, and Jungkook simply nods.

"It'll be fine." Jungkook says, helping you down from the bucket as the manager says his goodbyes to the first staff. It reminds Jungkook of something in that moment he almost forgot. "Alright, go get your stuff now. I'll go change and then we can go, alright?" He asks, and you seem confused- until you seem to realize.

You're going home with him today. And tomorrow. And the day after, too.

Jungkook can't help but laugh when you dash off into the hallway to get your things, as he himself goes to change himself. He really hopes you'll like it at his place, hopefully enough to decide to stay- and if you do, all he needs are your papers signed and approved. He hates the way the system works, but he also understands it somewhat.

Even though it's clear that not everything goes exactly as it's meant to be.

But once you're with him, once he's got you safe, there will be no more of this. He'll make sure the world gets to know what's going on behind closed doors, having already discussed the plans with his management after all- and he can't deny his anticipation.

He can't wait to see that man lose all he's never even deserved to have in the first place.

But before he can even think any further about those things happening, you're pulling on the hem of his sweater to gain his attention, already dressed in scarf and coat and those fluffy boots he'd bought you yesterday- a lot better quality than those worn down things they'd given you. You deserve to be spoiled in his opinion, not tossed aside like you've been for God knows how many years- and he'll make sure that'll happen.

"Come on." He smiles at you, taking your bag for you as he walks outside the building to his car, opening the door. "We can sleep early or have some food delivered- what would you like?" He asks, getting into the car after you, the driver closing the door after him as he's finally seated next to you, seat belts clicking into place for the both of you.

You shrug as an answer, and he laughs, watching as you yawn, the tiger teasingly pointing his finger into your mouth- but he doesn't expect you to close it so quickly. While you don't bite down on it (at least not hard enough to ever really hurt), he still can't help but be affected by it. Especially when he pushes down on your lower lip, your tongue jokingly licking the tip of his finger, making him smirk at you.

Behind your innocent facade does slumber a tiny little tiger too, in a way, it seems like.

And he honestly doesn't know if he can handle having you around him like this for much longer, while not doing anything about it at all. He's already almost kissed you yesterday, and by now he knows you feel just as attracted to him as he does to you.

You're mates after all. Similar age. Technically in the same hybrid group. Nothing speaks against it.

And yet he's got to be careful. He doesn't want to end up breaking your heart if things don't go as expected- he'd hate leaving you devastated. And yet still he feels as if he'd die soon if he doesn't at least get to feel your lips on his- there's nothing wrong with at least a kiss, right? Maybe just a little further than that- his couch his comfortable after all, and he for sure won't be able to withstand the temptation of at least holding you close with you staying with him tonight. "Do you want to sleep in my bed tonight? I can take the couch, no problems." He asks you to distract himself, ground himself again and get his mind off of things-

But then you visibly pout, ears drooping down a little as you look at him almost disappointed.

"Not.. with you?" You mumble, and his gaze focuses on you again, pupils dilated as he swallows thickly.

"I mean, I won't say no." He tells you, eyes never leaving yours. "But I probably should." He says, making you tilt your head in question. Though in your eyes, in the way they sparkle mischievously, he knows you're very much aware of the implications.

"You won't." You simply smile next to him, legs stretching and tail swaying from side to side, and all he can think of is brat. There's no trace of the shy little cat left it seems like right now, as you look at him all confident and almost challenging.

And yet, he can't disagree.

He won't say no.

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He can't describe the feeling of watching you roll around on his couch, freshly showered and dressed in comfortable clothes.

You did an almost complete flip around from your usual behavior at the carecenter, right now completely relaxed, happily purring as you nuzzle the fabric of a pillow on his couch to cover it with your scent. You're so at ease, obviously feeling safe in his home, and it makes him incredibly proud, because that's exactly what he wants to provide to you.

A safe space.

"Happy?" He asks you with a chuckle, watching as you roll over, nodding at him while laying on your back.

"We'll stay home tomorrow, you know, to spend some time together." He informs you, sitting down close to your head. His hand is pushing into the couch next to your face, and you look at it for a second, seemingly very interested in the black bracelet he's wearing- before you grab his wrist, and bite into his arm.

It surprises him more than anything, thinking he might've come off too strong- but it doesn't hurt, and you're looking at him as if you're actually expecting a reaction from him. You're not trying to hurt him. You're not angry or upset in the slightest.

It's a love-bite.

"You are the most adorable thing-" He chuckles, grabbing onto your wrists to pull you over his lap and sit you up, "-I've ever met, you know that?" He flirts, looking at you, your tail swishing from side to side behind you in excitement, before your ears turn to the sides, flat outwards, as you wiggle out of his grasp, running down the hallway into your room.

He's laughing, entirely amused by your sudden zoomies, as you peek around the corner of your door, before you hide away again, this time running into his room instead. He's watching how you suddenly come dashing out, sliding over his smooth floor on your knees protected by your thigh high socks, holding onto the edge of the backrest of the couch he's sitting on, staring up at him with wide open eyes.

It sort of invites him almost, as his hands grab your wrists again, easily pulling you up and over the back of the couch, leaving you belly down on over his lap, his arms holding you down as he nuzzles into the back of your neck, making you laugh.

You like it when he plays with you like this- proves his strength to you, his capabilities of keeping you safe. Shows you that his physique isn't just for show and anesthetics.

"You know I like you, don't you?" He wonders, and you nod easily at that, turning over on his lap, trusting in the fact that he'll make sure you don't roll off- and he does in fact make sure you don't, carefully holding onto you, and even adjusting the hem of your dress for you. "How do you feel about that?" He wonders, and you shrug, hand reaching out to play with his necklace.

"Happy." You just state, your attention clearly not entirely on him but more on your chosen toy. He notices that, takes the pendant away from your hands before he throws it over his shoulder, effectively removing it from your reach. And you don't roll like that, fingers instantly pulling on the necklace at his throat to pull it back- though he now holds your hand in his.

"Eyes up here, darling." He says, and you pout, though you comply. "Good. Now give me a proper answer." He demands, and you stretch your legs a little before going limp again.

"Happy.. really." You nod. "You're.. my mate." You tell him, and he smiles, nodding.

"That I am." He agrees, looking down at your lips before his haze moves up to your eyes again. "And you're mine." He says.

"Am I?" You challenge, making his gaze sharpen as he notices your clear intentions as you wiggle out of his lap and instead of the couch next to him, feet pushing against the outside of his thigh.

And he easily takes on your little challenge, well aware that you're no match for him at the end of the day.

Cute.

It starts as nothing but slightly tickling kisses, ends of his hair brushing over your skin and making you giggle, before be chuckles, and bites at your neck. It's a lot more gentle than you thought he might be- but it's also clear that he's simply playing with you, no intent for anything more right now.

He'd live to play with you like that as well- but all in due time.

Your tail smacks loudly against the leather of the couch, his antics fueling your instincts as your ears pin back. He wonders how much you can take- until you move as well, biting his shoulder, this time leaving a clear mark that tells him you're at your limit.

"Now there's no question, is there?" He wonders, moving around with you in his arms to hold you, kissing his mark to calm you down. "Now you're mine." He hums against your skin, and you nod, his slightly rough tongue moving over the tender spot once.

He catches himself in the act, surprised at it. He's never done that before- never, not even in past relationships. He doesn't even know why he did that, it's a little weird, no? Sure, he's a hybrid, but he's mostly human. He's never attempted to.. Groom a partner like this before.

But you don't seem bothered- in fact, you're happily purring in his arms, relaxed and comfortable.

"Yours." You mumble sleepily, yawning before you turn to cling to him, rubbing your cheek against his shirt to get your scent on him.

And he can't help but curl his tail around yours, feeling like everything has finally fallen into place for him.

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all the art references, the word play, the descriptions, this is absolutely beautiful. author i will marry you and show up to your house with flowers because this is an actual masterpiece. i cannot get over this fic

the habits of a broken heart.

☾ genre : soulmates au, unrequited love, art student!JK, english student!Y/N, angst, fluff, subtle enemies to lovers

☾ pairing : jeon jungkook x reader

☾ summary : jungkook and you are soulmates. so says the matching crescent moons on both your wrists. however, things are never as easy as they seem, and you are quick to learn that falling in love with someone who does not believe in love is a one-way ticket to heartbreak. 

alternatively,

“You still are, you know. Worth it.” You release a shaky breath. “But I was stupid to think that I am too.”

☾ word count: 26.3k (my biggest one yet!)

☾ author’s note: this took forever oh my gosh! i really hope you like it! it’s my first time writing such a big single piece, and trying a different style. thank you so much for your support, always! please let me know what you think ♡

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Anyone But The Groom | myg

❅ Summary: After a meet-cute that brings all the romcoms to shame, you realize that for once in your life, the stars have finally aligned and presented you a guy that might be able to make you believe in love at first sight. Only to find out that you’re in charge of planning his Christmas Eve Wedding.

❅ Title: Anyone But The Groom

❅ Pairing: Yoongi x female reader

❅ AU: Wedding Planner reader x Arranged Marriage groom Yoongi

❅ Genre: fluff, angst, smut, slow burn, will-they-won’t-they type of relationship

❅ Word Count: 36.5k (I AM SO SORRY)

❅ Warnings: cursing, alcohol, Yoongi not technically cheating on his fiancé but it’s a gray area (flirting), angst, TWO POV CHANGES IN THE FIC (Yoongi’s perspective), excplicit smut: edging (m receiving), overstimulation (f receiving), cumplay, cumeating, fingering, handjob, unprotected sex, creampie. Also, the character of Sojung is Sowon from Gfriend (her real name) so if you wanna imagine her like I did while writing, go ahead. 

❅ Movie Inspo: The Wedding Planner (2001)

The amazing banner is by @kookdiaries, of course.  This fic is a part of the Christmas in July collab, the  A Winter Wedding Season part, hosted by @kookdiaries, @kithtaehyung and @xiaokoo. 

A lot of people beta-ed this monster so if i forget to mention someone PLEASE shout at me to edit! Betas, Editors, Test Readers that I can’t thank enough: @joyfulhopelox, @xiaokoo, @sunshinekims, @bangtanhome @kithtaehyung & last but not least @dinamitae. Thank you, it meant the world to me. 

So there we go. My first ever collab. Hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think of the story and if it’s what you expected 🧡 Taglist is at the very bottom 🧡 (btw, this was a bitch to format and i am sorry if there are any mistakes!)

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The Truth Between Us | 01

[!!] CO-WRITTEN WITH @gukyi

⇒ Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 [Finale] || epilogue

⇒ summary: a book deal should be the most exciting time of your life, but there seems to be a constant and omnipresent damper on your mood in the form of a certain min yoongi, who you would just cut out from your life, if he weren’t your editor. but then, the world shifts beneath your feet, and you begin to wonder if maybe you’ve always been looking at life from the wrong angle.

⇒ enemies to lovers au with various other au’s thrown in there

⇒ word count: 14k

⇒ genre: fluff, angst, drama

⇒ warnings: alcohol consumption + mentions of injury

⇒ a/n: hey guys, this is a fic written with @gukyi - we’ve both been working on for so long and for the first half of 2018. so, if you don’t send her a message too, i will come find you and shank you. other than that, thank you for reading and please enjoy!!

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i love this fic and i'm constantly checking for updates ,,,, author i am your biggest fan

the comforts of creatures (1)

creature comforts:

↳ material/bodily comforts, such as food, warmth, or special accommodations, that contribute to physical ease and well-being

→ pairing: ot7 x fem.reader

→ genre: supernatural!au, soulmate!au, angst with a happy ending, fluff, hurt + comfort + recovery, eventual smut

→ word count: 2.1k

→ summary: you’re a prisoner here, but you can’t remember why. you can’t remember much of anything. not where you came from, not who you are, not even what you are. what happens when a pack of terrifying monsters breaks into the facility where you’re being held. not to kill you, but to…protect you?

→ content warnings: captivity (including forced sensory deprivation, effects of dehumanization), soul bond, violence, low self-worth, memory loss, protective!jin & jungkook

→ a/n: a completely self-indulgent hurt + comfort story that I wrote (and will most likely continue to write) in a frenzy because I wanted to read it :) if you’re excited to read more of this series please reblog and share your thoughts!!

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part 1: the rescue

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Gods of the Dark | Series Masterlist | myg (m)

❀ Pairing: Dream god!Yoongi x f. human!reader

❀ Summary: Don’t ask for help in the dark. It’s an old tale you always heard whispered among the people of your village. But when you find yourself dragged kicking by the man you’re to marry, you have little choice but to beg for help long after the sun has set. The god who answers your pleas promises to save you, but every deal comes with a price. 

❀ Total Word Count: TBD

❀ Genre: Fantasy, angst, strangers to lovers, smut

❀ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately. 

❀ Series Warnings: Sexist and patriarchal society inspired by medieval europe, a lot of world building and discussion about theories/concept of dreams, discussions of morals and ethics, world building, angst, intense fight scenes, mentions/light depictions of an abusive family, discussions of gender roles and forced marriages, sexually explicit content, themes of corruption and indulgence, depictions of hedonism, discussions of sexual and sensual pleasure, Yoongi is a deity of dreams and desires. Each chapter will have its own warning.  

❀ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

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Chapter One

→ You will go to the altar, even if you're dragged there kicking and screaming. Yet a god intervenes and offers a deal.