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Blooming | PJM | Oneshot

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Pair: GuitarPlayer!Jimin x f!reader

Summary: When staying at your cousin’s home for a couple of days, all you expected was to attend the wedding of an old friend and catch up with family. But then she’s dragging you to her boyfriend’s concert and you just can’t help but fall into the charms of the band’s guitar player.

Genre: One shot, fluff, smut, non-idol au, punk-rock band au.

Warnings: This oneshot is a spinoff of Rebound. Can be read as a stand alone, as it’s a separate story, but if you want more from this band and universe, you’re welcome to read JK’s rebound story. Is this plot? Is this porn? Who knows.

WC: 12k

[Membership]

By the time you made it to the venue, the concert had already started.

If it wasn’t for the VIP lanyard around your neck, you wouldn’t have made it this close to the stage. In fact, you wouldn’t have made it this close even if you’d been on time, as you’ve already heard stories of how passionate BTS’ fans were.

Guitar riffs and drum bangs were rocking through your body as you tried to raise on the tips of your toes to make out your cousin in the small crowd that was allowed to be right in front of the stage; a space reserved for security guards, friends and family. You caught a glimpse of Nari in the middle part of the stage, directly in front of her long term and now live-in boyfriend.

Jungkook was the lead singer of the pop-punk band, which was a different side of him you were yet to discover. For the past three days you’ve been staying in the guest bedroom of the shared apartment of your cousin, so all you knew Jungkook as was the man who took Nari from the bottom of a bad breakup and changed her life forever.

That was two years ago and apparently his four-piece band was as solid as their relationship.

You cut through the crowd in time to catch the last notes of the song, which already merged into the next. You held your cousin’s arm to let her know of your arrival, receiving a smile in return as she saw you.

“I didn’t think you were coming anymore!” Nari spoke near your ear so you could hear her over the music.

“Sorry, I didn’t know what to wear!”

When packing for this trip, you didn’t know Jungkook’s band would have concert dates in town, nor that you’d be invited to attend one, so you didn’t pack accordingly. All you had were your usual cute and casual outfits and a summer-wedding gown and neither of those screamed ‘I’ve definitely been to a punk concert before’.

You ended up going for a denim skirt that was tight on your hips and flared with ruffles of the same material from the middle of your ass down. The black top was a little too fitted on your chest; a vintage band tee you found in your cousin’s wardrobe that had been customized with safety pins and on-purpose tears. On your feet you had your high top Chuck Taylor’s as the other option would have been a pair of stilettos that were way too uncomfortable for this particular setting. Or any setting, really.

“You look good.” Nari noted with a smile, pushing your own reservations to the backburner.

“How much did I miss?” you asked as you looked at the stage to see your cousin’s boyfriend tell the crowd to jump.

“About three songs and the introductions.” she told you while taking on that job herself: “Namjoon is the one on the drums, Tae has the bass and Jimin is the one on second guitar.”

You thanked her with a small laugh, looking at the stage to match the names with the faces. You noted the drummer man right away, as he was directly ahead in your line of sight, a few meters behind Jungkook and on an elevated platform that would allow his fans to see him. His arms were huge and he hit the cymbals and toms with so much force you could see his sweat splattering in the reflection of the bright lights.

To your right, you found the bass player. Taehyung had a handsome face and a messy mop of dark hair that covered his eyes. You had no idea how he could even see anything behind the dark curtain of curls, but it gave him a mysterious and elusive vibe that you were sure paid off with his fans.

And then there was him.

Jimin, you noted as the last name your cousin mentioned. He had to be the most beautiful man you had ever seen in your life and you wished you were putting it lightly. Upon the first look, you wouldn’t have placed him in a punk band; not when his skin looked like it belonged in a Laneige commercial and his features were soft and delicate.

Plush lips you could see from where you were standing, round and small eyes that disappeared when he smiled, a voice of an angel when he touched those very lips against his mic to sing.

But then there was a devilish look flashing before his eyes, a smile that turned wicked as he parted his legs and ran his fingers on the strings of his guitar to show off his skills. His head fell backwards as his lips parted and his tongue slipped out of his mouth, causing the crowd behind you to go absolutely insane.

He fed off on the attention, jumping once before turning around to run to the back of the stage and climb on Namjoon’s drum platform to headbang and interact with his bandmate.

The view from his back was just as pretty as the front, as his black pants hung low on his hips, showing a cute pair of dimples on the low of his back as his white shirt was cropped enough that it left a strip of skin showing at all times. You noticed the tattoos on the back of both of his arms, right above his elbows, but you were too far to make out what they said.

“Aren’t they so good?!” Nari gushed next to you, slipping her arm through yours so you could jump together.

“Yeah, they are amazing.” you easily agreed, the energy of the venue and the loud music making your heart thrum inside your chest.

“You’ll meet them all after the concert, all of them are absolute sweethearts.” she told you, making you nervous for a whole different reason.

You were a pretty sociable person if you could say so yourself, you didn’t know yourself to be tongue tied easily or nervous to meet new people. But you also never met a famous band before.

Yeah you knew Jungkook for a while now, and the guy was pretty normal whenever he accompanied Nari in family gatherings, but if you had seen him on stage before being introduced to the guy, you might not have been as cool about it.

Swallowing the slight nerves at the pit of your stomach, you chose to focus on your cousin –someone you grew up with, but hadn’t seen in at least a year–, on the song playing around you as it talked about a fake kind of love, on the intensity of the crowd behind you that knew every word of every song.

And you ignored how your eyes would always find their way back to Jimin on the other end of the stage, or how you yelled just a little louder when he and Taehyung switched spots and you could see the blonde man a little closer.

With the way Jungkook was crazy about his girlfriend, it didn't surprise you how he kept gravitating toward her, sending her kisses and he even dedicated a song to her.

“I'm afraid we're getting to the last few songs, everybody.” Jungkook spoke to his mic as his members drank quick chugs from their water bottles. It was time for the ending ments, it seemed, which made the crow cry out.

“We would like to thank you all for coming out tonight to have fun with us.” Jimin's talking voice was deeper after so much singing and jumping around, wiping his sweat with the back of his arm. “We'll be seeing your beautiful faces again soon, right?”

The crowd agreed with yells that grew louder and more desperate when the man smiled at their warm response.

“We're going on tour again soon, so make sure to check out our socials for the deets!” Namjoon was talking from his drum stand, being interrupted by Taehyung’s snicker.

“Who even says ‘deets’ anymore, hyung?” the dark haired bassist teased, making Namjoon flip him off.

It caused a pretty laugh to bubble from Jimin's lips as he doubled over his guitar as if laughing that hard took too much energy to keep him standing straight.

Jungkook was laughing too, even as he said: “Guys, let’s try to behave tonight, we have special people in the crowd.”

“Yeah, yeah, but your girlfriend already knows we’re chaotic.” Taehyung argued, waving wiggly fingers to Nari.

“Maybe, but it’s Yn’s first concert tonight, so let’s keep the illusion a little while longer.”

You didn’t think you would be put on the spot like this, but it surprised you how openly comfortable Jungkook was to talk about his girlfriend like that, in front of hundreds of his fans. You had no doubt that he wasn’t interested in any of them, but you were a kpop girly through and through and if your favorite idols even mentioned having someone in their lives, their fanbase would flip.

You guessed punk bands were different.

Your hand was being lifted in the air by your cousin before you could stop her, letting the people both on and off stage know who you were. You giggled and pulled your arm back, whining for her to stop despite your own excitement.

You were shaking your head with slight embarrassment as you sent Jungkook a look that both thanked him for acknowledging you and chastised him for bringing attention to you.

And then your eyes were gravitating to the other side of the stage and your breath hitched. Jimin was looking at you with curiosity, no doubt out of politeness as you knew Nari was friends with all of them. A friend of Nari was a friend of theirs and things like that.

But heat still pooled at your lower belly regardless.

The last song turned into two and you enjoyed it thoroughly, jumping and dancing around with your cousin, even pretending you knew the songs even if all you caught right were the chorus after they’ve been repeated enough.

By the time it was over and Nari was dragging you backstage, you were already considering opening a spot in your kpop-album book shelf to fit in some of BTS’. You wondered if they would ever come up with a lightstick.

Your cousin seemed to know a lot of people from the staff and crew, which meant you were both stopped a few times so she could partake in some smalltalk. And then a broad shouldered man was rushing towards the two of you and giving you both a joint hug as if he knew you for ages.

“So happy to see you guys.” the man gushed as he let go of the hug and regarded you personally. “I heard so much about you, Yn. I’m Seokjin.”

“Jin is Namjoon’s boyfriend–” your cousin explained and then corrected herself. “Well, now husband.”

“Hi, it’s so nice to meet you.” you bowed politely, wondering how many people from the band were in relationships and how many might be single.

“Likewise.” Seokjin smiled and added: “Let’s go get them so we can get out of here before the traffic gets insane with everyone trying to leave at the same time.”

That made the three of you rush down the backstage hallway a little faster and you tucked yourself behind your cousin when it was time to walk into the dressing room. Seokjin was the first one in, pushing the door open as if he owned the place.

Music was playing inside the room, but it wasn’t any louder than the excited conversations between the artists and a couple of the staff that were helping them get un-ready.

“There she is.” Jungkook came rushing as soon as he saw your cousin, making her stumble as their bodies collided and he kissed her as if he’d been at war and was just coming home.

You had to move out of the way quickly so you couldn’t get caught in the adorably disgusting scene, but you weren’t able to escape the new eyes that ended up noticing you in your haste.

“Yah, what happened to not traumatizing the new girl?” Taehyung complained to his friend on your behalf.

��Oh, I’m pretty much used to this.” you grimaced, waving in the general direction of your cousin and her face-sucking boyfriend. “Next time I’m in town, I’m booking a hotel.”

“Yikes.” the simple word was paired with a laugh that wasn’t familiar in any sense of the word, but you recognized it regardless.

When you looked deeper into the room, you saw not only the owner of the laugh, but the cause for your starstruck reaction and the thoughts that plagued you all night. You weren’t expecting sparks to fly, or for Jimin to come introduce himself to you while saying he saw you from the stage. The world didn’t move in slow motion for your eyes to meet.

But your heart was still thumping in your chest as if it had.

Just because the man in question was shirtless and drying his sweaty body with the white towel draped over his shoulders. You couldn’t see much of Jimin’s torso, as he had his back to you and a few too many people in between the two of you, but you caught a glimpse of the moon tattoo cascading down his spine and that was enough to make you dizzy.

“Everyone, that’s my cousin Yn.” Nari pushed off Jungkook to throw in a general introduction. “Okay, now we really have to go or we’ll be stuck here for a while.”

You tried to swallow your own disappointment when you found out you were already leaving, hoping you would at least have a chance to hang out with the band enough to exchange a couple more words.

But then Jimin spoke up:

“You two are coming with us to the Funky Dungeon, right?”

You had never been to an adult arcade before, so you were pleasantly surprised when the vans that took the whole group from the venue dropped you off at the place called The Funky Dungeon.

Foolishly, you had thought it was something a little more R-rated than a bar that had too many games and that didn’t allow any children inside, but you weren’t disappointed.

The place was on the second floor of a small building, with a big bar area in the middle that was surrounded by claw machines, air hockey tables, pinball machines, basketball hoops and many more. All of the sounds and colorful lights should be a little overwhelming after the concert you just watched, but it only meant that the excitement vibrating in your bones had extended to later in the evening.

Your group was small, considering the only band member to bring someone along besides you and your cousin was Namjoon and his husband Jin. Taehyung had mentioned something about not getting a reply from a steady hookup, as all of you sat down to share a few too many portions of greasy fried chicken and fries, and that’s when you found out that fucking fan was apparently something that BTS didn’t do anymore.

After the food was all but inhaled, everyone split around for the time being to give the games a try. Nari asked if you wanted to play something with her and Kook, no doubt wanting to include you in the group activities so you wouldn’t feel left out, but you had a goal in mind.

You wanted to get a prize from the plushie claw machine before you tried your hand at anything else.

And you didn’t mind being alone, you knew you were the outsider. You were just visiting Seoul, you wouldn’t stick around enough to create and strengthen any bonds with the people here tonight.

After walking around to see all of the prize opinions inside the claw machines lined up in the back of the room, you picked your target: The one with plushies of cats dressed in all kinds of cute costumes and funny hats. You’ve seen this brand online before, but you’ve never seen them in the wild like this, which made you excited to try.

Long gone were the days where you had to exchange money for tokens to be able to play arcade games and nowadays you got the machine to work with a simple touch of your phone against the designated area holding the tap-and-pay device.

You pressed the big blue button once to get the machine to come to life and held the stick remote to move it around. As you tested the claw’s limits to see how far it went, you caught movement from the corner of your eye.

The light blonde hair is what gave him away, making you focus harder on your game and not on the chill running up your spine as you felt watched.

When your time was up, the claw dropped on its own and you groaned, watching it grab air and drop a big bag of nothing in the open space where the prizes would go. Thankfully you still had another try before you had to pay for it again.

And this time around, Jimin decided he wanted to watch you from a closer spot. You pretended to calculate your next move before pressing the blue button to start, holding your breath as the guitar player stood on the side of the claw machine, watching your work from a different angle.

You noticed he was wearing a clean shirt, different from the one from the concert. That one was tighter and a little cropped, this one was looser and longer on his body, with the word LOVERS written in a pretty font.

“I saw you looking at me.” was the first thing that came out of Jimin’s mouth. And despite the words, he didn’t sound as cocky as he could have.

“I was looking at all of you.” you replied as you pushed the blue button to start your second try. “Your band is really good.”

“Thanks,” he chuckled and it sounded even more angelic without the microphone. “But I don't mean on stage.”

“Oh.” you sucked in a breath, wondering if he caught you staring at him in the dressing room, or at the parking lot of the venue, or even at the table as everyone was eating. “The statement stands. You left an impression.”

“Mustn't have been a very good one, since now you can't even look at me now.”

You looked up at him for the first time since you were alone, aware that you may have been impolite in not greeting him when he approached you right now. But then Jimin was smiling sweetly, with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

He was teasing you and it made your insides flip.

“You're pretty.” he stated as if just noticing it when your eyes met through the clear glass of the claw machine. “But you really suck at this game.”

You were about to argue when your time ran out again and the claw dropped. This time it landed on a cat with a tempura hat, but the angle was all wrong so it came up empty clawed.

“I fail to see how either of those correlate.” your shoulders sagged as your lips pouted and you watched the machine mock you with the little ‘you lose’ tune.

“They don’t.” Jimin was shrugging, walking away from the side of the machine to stand next to you with crossed arms. “But both are facts.”

“Are you going to be a little more helpful or is judgment part of your Rockstar vibe?” you eyed him with squinted eyes, despite how naturally nervous he made you.

Jimin’s presence alone was powerful. It wasn’t just his pretty face or musky cologne; manly and yet soft around the edges. It had to do with the way he carried himself, his relaxed stance that still demanded to be the center of attention. Even without trying too hard, or even at all. Flirting also came naturally to him, but something about it didn’t put you off or weird you out like it might’ve happened if it came from anyone else.

This man was incredibly hard to figure out and you found yourself as intrigued as you were attracted to him.

Jimin laughed again, standing just a few inches taller than you. “I was waiting for you to say something.”

“Like admitting defeat? I have no problem with that.” maybe your ego was a little hurt that you lost both tries in a ridiculously bad manner, but you knew these machines were rigged anyway.

“Like telling me what you want.” his eyes were on you, so intense and burning that it made your neck feel hot. And then he asked in a low, sweet tone that made your brain short circuit: “What is it that you want?”

“That I want?” you repeated, wondering if telling him what you really wanted might be too forward.

And then his eyes reminded you of crescent moons and he nodded to the machine. “Which plush, doll?”

“Oh, yeah, right,” you turned to face the glass, swallowing at the gratuitous pet name to locate the cat plushie you had your eyes on. “I was trying to get the one in the shark costume.”

“Cute.”

Jimin walked closer to you to gently nudge you out of the way with his hip. You wanted to apologize for being a tad slow tonight, but you couldn’t exactly do that when he was the very reason you were fumbling in the first place.

You watched as Jimin pulled his phone out of his pocket to pay for another round in the machine, pressing the blue button right away, as if he knew exactly what he was doing. His right forearm rested against the glass in front of him in a relaxed manner as he used his left hand to handle the stick and make the claw move in whichever way he wanted.

“Some people think this game is all about precision.” he started, licking between his lips as if gathering his focus.

“I think it’s about pressing buttons and hoping for the best–”

“But this is like sex.” Jimin finished his train of thought, making you look at his perfect profile and not the game. “You may know what you need to do to get to the end goal, but every machine is different. You need to feel it out, figure out how it works.”

“Did you really just compare a claw machine to sex?”

A better question was, had you completely lost your sanity or were his words actually attractive?

“In the end it's all a game.” his shoulders raised and fell as he dropped his arm back to his side and pressed the blue button to release the claw. “See?”

You looked at the machine and saw as the claw closed around the plushie you wanted. It slid through the body of the cat as if it was going to come up empty a third time, but then it got caught on the head and lifted the toy from the sea of funny cats.

You were both bolding your breaths as you watched the plushie wobble on its way to the corner. You gasped as it fell down at the right time, making it into the clear box and being freed.

“No fucking way!” you squealed excitedly, making Jimin beam with a white smile. “How the hell did you do that?!”

“I am a man of many talents.” the smug press of his tongue against the inside of his cheek had the power to make you weak in the knees, but you were just so happy you didn’t care if your crush was exposed all over your face.

You watched, elated, as Jimin bent down to retrieve the prize, standing back up with the shark-cat plushie in his hold.

“Thank you–” you reached for the toy just as Jimin moved away from your grasp.

“Who said it's for you?” his head cocked as he hit the plush behind his back.

“What–”

“Nah. You need to earn this.” he stated, making you whine.

“Jimin, please.” you batted your lashes, but he didn’t budge.

“Begging doesn't work with me, doll.” Jimin’s lids lowered dangerously and you noticed the slightest bit of smudged eyeliner near his lashes, which was still lasting from the concert.

You heard yourself asking: “Is that another sex analogy?”

“Getting bold on me already, I like that.” he stated easily, still watching you. “Tell you what, I'll let you win this from me.”

“How?” you eyed him suspiciously.

“Have a drink with me.”

“You'll give it to me if I have a drink with you?”

“No.” okay, ‘smug’ was definitely a good look on him. “But after the drink we can play something else and if you win, you can have this.”

“And if I lose?”

“I get something else I want.”

With your heart threatening to to escape from your ribcage and straight into his back pocket, you swallowed hard and asked:

“And what's that?”

“I haven’t quite decided.” and yet his eyes were staring at your lips.

“Well. Lead the way.”

Jimin gave you whiplash as his smile turned sweet, as if he was a child that just got his way and was allowed to stay up past his bedtime. Even if he was openly flirting with you a second ago, getting you exactly where he wanted you, and you were falling into his traps willingly.

No self preservation whatsoever.

At first you chucked it off to your teenage fantasies of dating someone cool enough to be in a band –come on, everyone had those at least once–, then it was to the fact that his face was perfect and he had a body to match.

But Jimin was also funny and had a quick wit. He was respectful with the way he led you back to the bar, keeping his hands to himself at all times. He was gentle when he pulled the chair for you to sit and wait while he ran to the counter to order. And, last but not least, he remembered your drink of choice from earlier, including the detail of the squeezed lemon juice on the side, which proved he paid attention.

And when he sat down so you could have a drink together, he took the chair in front of you, not the one on your side.

“Did you always want to be in a band?” you started the small talk as you added a sip of lemon to your beer.

“I guess.” he agreed, but you sensed there was more, so you waited. “I never wanted to not be in a band, but growing up I always thought I'd be a dancer.”

“Like… ballroom dancer?”

At least you made him laugh before explaining: “Contemporary dance.”

“Oh.”

“Surprised?”

“Positively so.” you nodded, bringing your drink to your lips and watching him over the edge of the frosted glass.

“What about you?” he wanted to know.

“I can’t dance for shit.” you were shaking your head and he giggled, making you realize that’s not what he was asking. You realized then that he didn’t know much about you, so you added: “I'm still at university.”

“How old are you?” he paused with his own beer on the way to his lips, as if wondering if you might actually be too young for him.

But you were the same age as your cousin, save for a few months, so if she was old enough to date Jungkook then you were– Wait a minute, when did you start getting ahead of yourself like this? Bring it back, reel it in.

“That’s rude.” you pointed out, pretending to be offended by the inquiry. “I got in late, okay?

“Wanted to enjoy life before becoming an adult?” he guessed, but you shook your head.

“More like, I didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life.”

“That's fair.” Jimin offered you a small nod of his head, no judgment from him whatsoever. “And now?”

“Mhm?” you were staring at his tongue slip between his lips to gather the foam of the beer he could feel there, making you miss his question.

And Jimin noticed your stare, but he was kind enough to repeat himself without calling you out:

“Do you know what you want now?”

“I–” you wanted those damn lips of him on you. But then you said: “I want my plush.”

Park Jimin might be a lot of things, –too hot for his own good, sexy as all hell, unexpectedly funny, smart, the list went on– but he wasn’t a liar. And when he said he was a man of many talents, that meant he was good at more arcade games than you could say so about yourself.

Even when it came to the games you picked, Jimin still found a way to beat you.

It started with the basketball machine, where he absolutely annihilated you. And you got lessons from Min Yoongi too many summers ago and yet you threw the ball with horrible aim and you were too slow on your feet to catch up to Jimin.

Then came the racing horses, the shooting water at clowns, the bowling pins… You didn’t lose at every single game, but you weren’t close to a tie either, a fact Jimin was very much loving.

About half an hour into your harmless competition, the touches started.

It began innocently, like the brushing of his arm against yours, followed by a hand at the small of your back. And then you felt comfortable enough to do it, too. Either with the excuse of moving a strand of his hair away from his eyes, or the touching of his bicep when you tried to cheat and make him miss his shot.

After that it was quite obvious to the two of you that you were into each other, a fact that the group of friends very much teased you about when they passed you on the way to their own games. Taehyung had been the one to warn you to ‘get a room’ when Jimin had his arms around your back, trying to drag you away from the only game you seemed to be better than him at.

You still dropped the stack of candy into the slot, distributing your earnings with the others and only keeping the green apple lollipop that you currently held edged between your cheek and your teeth.

“That was a luck game anyway, there was no skill involved.” Jimin whined, making you laugh as you looked for your next game.

“Or you’re just a sore loser.” you teased, sucking on the candy that was already melting into a small sugar ball.

“Says the one who hasn’t been able to win twice in a row yet.” the man mocked, but there wasn’t much bite behind his words. “How does it feel to be that bad, huh?”

“I don’t know how it feels,” you shrugged, pulling the lollipop out of your mouth to wave it in his direction as you showed off. “But it tastes great.”

Jimin scoffed and you could tell you were starting to get under his skin. It was fun to push his buttons, discover how far you could go. And you knew he felt the way, too, as every time you teased each other, it felt like flirting.

Not in a fifth grade ‘I’m mean to you because I like you’ kind of way. But in a very grown up ‘keep running your mouth before I put it to good use’ way. The tension between you was growing thick, as if the other was waiting to see which of you would break first.

Maybe that was the real competition between you and Jimin, not this harmless banter over a plushie.

And then Jimin was grabbing your wrist and wrapping his lips around your lollipop, plucking it from your fingers and claiming it. As you watched him with surprise, jaw dropping as he raised his eyebrows in challenge, he started to walk away from you as if he’d gotten the last word, disarming you completely.

Heat pooled between your legs and you didn’t know if you should love or hate how affected this man made you. The same man you would never see again after tonight.

“Come on, doll.” Jimin called for you, a little ways ahead. “Or is that all you got?”

“You wish.”

Your comeback was pitiful to say the least, making Jimin laugh in that charming way of his that made you want to kiss the shit out of him just to shut him up. Your legs were still following after him as the man looked around to choose his next target. And it seemed he found it in the form of a dark cabin decked out in the ALIEN movie theme.

Jimin moved the dark curtain out of the way to check if it was empty, and then held it open for you. When you hesitated, he asked:

“Scared, doll?” one of his eyebrows was raised as he spoke with the lollipop still inside his mouth.

You were terrified. But not of the game, not of the classic horror movie it was inspired by either. In fact, you weren’t even scared about being so close to Jimin in a dark and private setting like this.

But you were scared of what you’d be willing to do once those curtains closed.

“Do your worst.” you fell into his challenge, brushing past him to duck down and get into the confined space.

Jimin followed right after you, sitting down on the worn out bench next to you. It took you a while to let your eyes get used to the darkness and the space was a little stuffy, air heavy as you breathed. But then all you could feel was Jimin’s thigh pressed against yours as he tried to fit on the cramped space, and all you could smell was the soft notes of orange blossom and something tangy that came from his skin.

The man tapped his phone against the right spot to activate the game, bringing the slightly pixelated screen in front of you to life.

“I guess not everything got upgraded.” Jimin laughed softly and it still sounded like a beautiful melody.

“I don’t know, I like the vintage aesthetic.” you watched the images from the TV and a known American actor showed up to explain something about their ship getting attacked and you being their only hope against the alien threat.

At least that’s what you manage to grasp from the few English words that you knew, too distracted to pay attention to the translation provided by the subtitles. This obviously wasn’t a two player game, but you didn’t care. Not when you’ve been so on edge all night.

You much rather watch Jimin anyway.

His face was illuminated by the beautiful blue hue coming from the screen, his white shirt reflecting the light, the fabric looked soft as it fell over his chest, allowing you to see the outline of his pecs. Jimin was holding the toy gun stuck to the panel in front of you, aiming at the screen to shoot when he thought he saw something. The veins in his arms were thick and ran all the way down to his hands.

Jimin must’ve asked you something you didn’t hear amid your staring, as the lack of a reaction from you made him look at you in question. And the lust in your eyes must’ve been obvious for him to let go of the toy gun and give up on this whole thing at once.

His body turned as much as the narrow space allowed, kneed bumping into yours as his arm rested at the back of your shared bench.

“Can I have my lollipop back?” you asked though a whisper, staring at his plush lips.

Jimin touched the white straw of the lollipop and pulled it from his lips, but the candy was no longer there. You were disappointed until he parted his mouth to show you the tiny green orb resting on the tip of his tongue; melting sugar that was too small to still be stuck to the plastic stick.

The blonde man didn’t pull his tongue back, didn’t tease you for stealing your candy. His eyes were lowered and inviting and you’ve been deprived for too long to wait another minute without feeling him.

You touched the back of Jimin’s neck as you leaned closer to him, wrapping your lips around his tongue to suck it into your mouth just enough to take the remnants of your lollipop; an action that was so lewd it surprised even yourself. You tasted the sourness of the green apple and a sweetness that was all Jimin.

Jimin took your action as the consent he needed, the proof that he wasn’t in over his head here and that you wanted him as much as he wanted you. His hand rested on your leg, hot against your naked skin that wasn’t covered by your denim skirt. The other arm, the one that was resting on the bench behind you, pulled you closer as his mouth pressed against yours.

Your breath dropped, as did your hand from his neck onto his chest. Jimin moved his lips against yours, making you follow and part your mouth for his tongue to venture inside. You were moaning against his lips at the first slow drag of the wet muscle over yours.

The sound was amplified by the closed space, making Jimin smile against your lips before holding your face and angling it so he could push his tongue in deeper, kissing you hard enough to ruin you.

“Been waiting for this all night.” he confessed against your lips. “Ever since I saw the way you were looking at me in the dressing room.”

“I guess I win,” you slipped a hand into his blonde hair, feeling how soft it was between your fingers. “I’ve wanted you since I saw you on that stage.”

Jimin’s laugh was raspy as the arm behind you wrapped around your waist and the one one your thigh hooked under your knee to pull you and place you on his lap. You straddled him easily, careful not to bump your head against the low ceiling.

“Can’t we agree we are both winners tonight?” he reasoned, holding both sides of your hips.

“If it will make you feel better.” you jokingly shrugged, brushing your lips against his.

“If it’s going to make you shut up and kiss me again, you win at everything.” Jimin gave up on the unspoken competition and you realized happily that you had the same power of affecting him that he had on you.

You giggled as you touched the side of his face, holding his jaw and feeling it move under your touch as his mouth parted expectantly. His hands lifted to hold your waist and then the low of your back, pressing you forward and against him. You pressed your chest against his and you wondered if he could feel you weren’t wearing a bra.

Either way, Jimin was moaning underneath you as you pressed your hips forward and you licked at his bottom lip with the fluttering of your own eyes.

“How low would you think of me if I fucked you inside this booth?” Jimin took your bottom lip between his teeth, making you whimper and rock your hips again.

“Can’t be that bad, if I’m willing to let you.” you admitted, breath hitching as you thought about it.

It was exciting, really. The notion that you both wanted each other so much that you were desperate enough to do it inside a questionable game booth. With people walking outside and risking getting caught.

But the excitement was short lived, however, as Jimin’s phone started to vibrate under your thigh as he received a call.

“Hey, hyung.” the man answered you as soon as he managed to fish out the device, but his other arm was still very much keeping you pressed against him. “Already? What time is it? Oh, shit. Okay, we’ll be right out.”

You had a pout in your lips as Jimin ended the call short, only noticing it when his thumb dragged against it and pulled it down.

“The arcade is closing.” Jimin explained, making your eyebrows raise and a little of the horny fog lift.

“Shit.”

The way you moved off of Jimin’s lap wasn’t the most elegant, given that you had virtually no space to stand up inside the booth, stepping out after you checked that no one was near enough to catch you. You fixed your shirt as it had ridden up considerably, and watched as Jimin adjusted his pants as he followed you out.

You didn’t think he was completely hard, but the volume in his pants was obviously not normal. The blonde man didn’t mind it, however, wiping his bottom lip with his thumb before running the other hand through his hair, pushing it off his forehead.

It took a lot of self control not to push him back inside the booth and drop to your knees between his legs.

But as the main lights above you started to dim, allowing patrons to know it was time to make their way out, you had no choice.

Much to your surprise, Jimin wrapped an arm around your shoulders, keeping you tucked into his side as you both went down the escalators and out of the door to meet the cold night air.

Taehyung, Namjoon and Seokjin were standing outside, huddled up together for warmth, and sent you and Jimin a knowing look as they noticed his arm around you. And your swollen lips, no doubt.

Pretending that everything was normal, you asked:

“Nari and Kook are still in there?”

“She and Kook left an hour ago.” Taehyung told you, which made you wonder if you missed your cousin’s calls or texts.

“What? But I'm staying with them.” you were frowning and then Jimin was dropping his arm from your shoulder, but his hand was still resting on your back with small circles. “How did they leave without me?”

“Sorry to break it to you, but I think they wanted some time alone before you got there.” Namjoon added with a small grimace. “I hope you have earplugs.”

“We can drop you off on our way home.” Seokjin offered, trying to be helpful.

“I got it.” Jimin stated instead, warm hand settling on the low of your back. “I'll make sure she gets home safe.”

Seokjin was still ready to give you an out, in case you didn’t want to stay behind with his friend: “Yn? It’s up to you.”

“Yeah, it's fine.” you agreed easily. “I'll go with Jimin.”

Taehyung started a little ‘oooohh’ that got interrupted by Seokjin’s hand holding the back of his neck, like a mother lion would hold her cub. Jimin’s hand dropped from your back when he had to grab his phone again to open the car ride app.

You waved to the men as you said your goodbyes and watched them leave in the direction of the subway station.

“Oh, hey!” Taehyung stopped dead in his tracks, turning around to pull something from his deep pockets. “I almost forgot!”

Not giving you much time to think, the man threw something in your direction, making you stumble in time to catch it. Once it was in your hands, you remembered Jimin had asked his friend to look after the small cat dressed in a shark costume. Excitement filled you again as you turned to Jimin to see him already smiling at you.

“Is this mine?” you were ready to plead your case if he said no.

“Yeah, that’s yours.” he chuckled with a nod.

You were giggling to yourself as you studied the stuffed animal in your hands, running your thumb on his round tummy. But then Jimin was calling for you again, making goosebumps break out on your skin.

“Doll?” the heat of his body was infectious. “Am I dropping you off at Kook’s apartment?”

“Is there another option?” you bit your bottom lip, suddenly shy now that the competitive atmosphere of the arcade was running out.

“If you want.” Jimin didn’t want to assume anything, despite your heated encounter mere minutes ago. And that just made you want him more. “I don't live too far from them, we can hang out at mine for a bit.”

Whatever first impressions you had of Jimin at the start of the night, the man was breaking them up one by one.

The next misconception to go was the mental image you had of his apartment: Instead of band posters on his walls, you saw a few tasteful paintings. No clothes were thrown around the floor, his shoes were neatly organized by the entrance and you found more skincare products in his bathroom than you’d find inside your own.

As you left his bathroom after freshening up, you were impressed as to how neat and clean this man was. His home smelled like a Yankee Candle commercial, the furniture was spotless and even the pillows on his couch were color coordinated.

Jimin might just be the perfect man.

You met him in the living room again, but unlike when you first walked in, the curtains were pulled open to let you see the outside view, and the overhead lights were softer and a little darker. You could have teased him about trying to create a certain type of mood, but it was working so well that you felt deliciously nervous to join him on the cream colored couch.

“I got you some water.” Jimin offered, patting the spot next to him for you to sit and picking up the glass from the center table to offer it to you.

“I’m so thirsty, thank you.” you smiled appreciatively and started to drink as you settled next to him. “You have a nice home.”

That had him chuckling and shaking his head.

“What?” you smiled because you couldn’t help yourself, putting the glass back on top of the coaster.

“Are we back to small talk, doll?” Jimin asked you with the tilting of his head, but it didn’t sound like he was pushing to get into your pants again.

“I can’t help it.” you whined, but your body moved a little closer to his as you got comfortable on the couch. “You make me nervous.”

“Didn’t I make you nervous at the arcade?” he wondered, brows furrow as if worried you were growing uncomfortable.

“You did.” you chuckled and it was his turn to smile from the sound. “But there was also a lot more to focus on when we were there.”

“I see.” Jimin didn’t press your body to yours like you thought he might, but he turned his hand with his palm up, asking: “Can I hold your hand?”

“God, you’re making this harder.”

You sighed, which confused him. But before he could take it back, you slipped your hand into his, noticing how his pink was almost the same size as yours. You wondered what other details like these you would never get to learn about the man.

“How can I make it easier?” he offered, even if he didn’t even know what was wrong. Honestly, you didn’t either. You couldn’t explain this sudden sense of longing.

“Go back in time and meet me sooner?” you chuckled, watching this thumb draw circles against the back of your hand. “Not the night before I have to leave.”

“You leave tomorrow?” the surprise in Jimin’s beautiful face matched your pain. You could tell it bothered him somehow.

Getting into this, even coming to Jimin’s apartment, you weren’t expecting anything besides a fun night with a handsome man. You didn’t have any delusions that this might turn into something deeper than two humans who were attracted to each other and had good chemistry together.

You weren’t hoping for a future or a relationship, you knew that his field of work didn’t really allow for the healthiest of relationships. You lived in different cities and you were still finishing your studies, a long distance relationship wasn’t an option for either of you right now.

But you still wished you had more time. If only to get to know each other.

“Where do you live?” that time frame seemed to bother him as well. “We have a tour coming up, I’m sure we’ll be coming near you at some point.”

“I go to Busan university, so I’m living there right now.” you told him and Jimin broke into a laugh so big it made his head tip backwards. “Okay, what was that?”

“I’m from Busan, Doll.” he told you, which filled you with a surprising amount of hope. “That’s where my family still lives.”

“You’ll have a concert there, then? During your tour?” you tried not to let your voice shake too much.

“I’m also coming in for my dad’s birthday next month.” Jimin gave your hand a little squeeze. “Think you could find some time between your classes to see me?”

YES.

You held down the squeal that was too much for now. Too early. But then you were nodding and letting out a tiny, relieved laugh. Because yeah, you weren’t promising anything to each other. But you also weren’t saying that nothing could ever happen again.

And that was enough for you to relax and get out of your head.

“Do you want to watch something?” Jimin offered, proving that he had no expectations even about tonight.

“I want to kiss you again.” you blurted out, shocking him into surprise.

Jimin didn’t hesitate as he called: “Come here, then.”

You didn’t need to move as Jimin was the one advancing to hold the back of your neck and pressing your mouth to his, as if he’d been expecting you to say that since you took your shoes off by the door. You didn’t mean to fall backwards against the couch cushions, but your back slipped with the material and you found yourself laying down.

Your hands pulled Jimin along and he followed your lead, slotting his hips between yours when you parted your legs to make it more comfortable for the two of you. Despite the heated kiss, the roaming hands and the nibbles on each other’s lips, Jimin still wasn’t properly laying on top of you; not like you wanted him to.

Your hands roamed his front and his breath hitched as you touched the sides of his waist, pulling him closer.

“Doll, I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself if I feel you against me.” he admitted, body resisting your pulls. “You’re driving me crazy as it is.”

“That’s exactly what I want.” you whined underneath him, wrapping a leg around his hips and pushing your core against him. “Want you, Jimin.”

“Yeah?” his resolve was failing him, the softest lips you ever felt were kissing your jaw.

“I was about to let you fuck me in an arcade booth.” you chuckled at the idea that now sounded ludicrous. “You think I’d be opposed to you fucking me on your couch?”

“I’m not fucking you on the couch.” he assured you, but didn’t move off you either.

Jimin gave into his urges and your pleas, encasing your body between his and the cushions under you. He pressed his hips down in a sensual roll that had the rough material of his pants scratching the insides of your thighs and pressing against your pussy.

His kisses moved down to your collarbones as his hands touched your sides, all the way to your thighs, coming back up over your stomach to slip inside your shirt. Fingertips touched the underside of your breasts and he mumbled:

“I knew it.” his hands continued upwards, both grabbing your tits and making you arch your back as you pushed them into his hands with a gasp. “You feel so fucking soft. Wonder what’s gonna feel like on my tongue.”

“Find out.”

Your hand got lost into his hair as you pulled on the strands, using your free one to grab the bottom of your shirt and put it over your chest. You both looked at the way his hands were squeezing your flesh, filled up by you.

Your lips parted as Jimin moved those very same, pretty hands, to the side. He was still squeezing your tits, but your pebbled nipples were free. His eyes stayed on you the whole time as he lowered his lips closer to your chest.

You noticed how long Jimin’s tongue was when he was feeling himself on stage, but seeing it now, slipping between his lips to circle your lips, felt like torture. You already felt edged enough, rutting your hips against his clothed cock to search for any friction or pressure you could find.

“Jimin, please.” you begged, eyes closing and head falling backwards.

“Love it when you moan my name.”

Jimin mumbled against your tit and sucked your nipple into his mouth. So hard that the pleasure bordered on pain and you went crazy for it. His teeth dragged around it before letting go and making his way to your other tit to repeat the same actions that were making you lose your last brain cell.

After covering your chest in kisses and licks, Jimin started to kiss down your body, biting just under your belly button and making you squirm. You complained about the loss of pressure against your aching cunt, but you knew something better was coming when Jimin spoke up again:

“I bet you taste so sweet, doll.” he was sitting back on his knees, hands touching your thighs and disappearing under your skirt. “Are you gonna let me have it on my tongue?”

“Fuck,” you nodded, hands trying to grab hold of anything, but the couch was too hard for you to hold onto. “Please.”

“Where are all of your words, huh?” Jimin teased, hooking his fingers on the elastic of your underwear. “You were so bratty back at the arcade, but look at you now. Are you that desperate for me?”

You nodded and didn’t care about the heat you felt under your cheeks. All you cared about was that Jimin was pulling your damp panties down your legs and dropping them on his floor. He held your knees and placed one of your legs over the back of the couch and your other foot was planted on the edge of the center table.

You felt exposed as your skirt bunched up around your hips, pussy on full display for the gorgeous man above you. Jimin looked too angelic under these lights, blonde hair messy from the work of your fingers. And then he was holding your thighs in place as you threatened closing them.

“If you want to shut these beautiful thighs, then it better be around my head.” he warned the most sinful threat, leaning down to lay on his stomach. “And, doll? I’m not stopping until you’re cumming on my tongue.”

That was the only warning you got before you felt the warmth of his breath kissing your folds, the sweet swipe of his tongue between them followed right after. Your moan was silent from the surprise of how nice it felt. As Jimin explored yourpussy slowly, you could tell that he enjoyed what he was doing.

No man could ever fake this so well.

His hands slipped under your ass, pulling you flush against his face. That wickedly long tongue licked you up and down, circling your clit before coming back lower to tease your entrance.

Maybe you were that deprived from a touch like this, or maybe Jimin had been edging you all damn night, ever since you saw him on that stage, as you already felt so embarrassingly close that you were shaking your head with a huff.

Jimin could tell, too, as he chuckled against your pussy as his lips wrapped around your clit and he sucked it into his mouth. You couldn’t stay quiet then, hand shooting out to grab at his soft blonde hair.

“Shit, those fucking lips–” you gasped as Jimin worked them on your bundle of nerves over and over again. “Yes, Jimin, yes.”

His devil eyes were on you, pupils blown out as he ate you out like a man that hadn’t had a decent meal in months. His face was moving from side to side as he flattened his tongue to rub your clit in fast circles, all as the very tip of that powerful tongue teased your entrance.

It was too much all at once, so much pleasure that you didn’t know what to do with it. You were overwhelmed by this feeling you’ve never felt before, crying out Jimin’s name into the world.

A man true to his words, Jimin didn’t let up. He didn’t slow down and he didn’t let you breathe until you were tugging his hair harder and closing your legs around his face with the force of your orgasm. You trembled all over, body twitching uncontrollably.

He held you down and kept licking you, slowing the swirls of his tongue on your bundle of nerves until you started to come down from what was probably the biggest high of your life. Your legs were shaking when you dropped them open, no will power to control them at this point.

Jimin was moving onto his hands and knees again, watching you with a mixture of pride and adoration. It was too much for you to handle, but you also couldn’t move your eyes away from him.

“That was incredible.” you told him, completely out of breath.

“I’m not done with you yet.” he warned and your smile was dopey. “Can you hold onto me, doll?”

“I guess we’ll find out.”

You were giggling when Jimin laid on top of your body again, hugging his shoulders as he wrapped your legs around his hips and his arms around your waist. He lifted the both of you effortlessly, as if you weighed nothing at all, even if your bones felt heavy to you right now.

You grew a little dizzy with the movement, but it wasn’t an unpleasant feeling as you hugged him and brought your mouth to his neck. Jimin hoisted you on his arms, carrying you away from the living room as you kissed and licked at his neck.

“Jimin?” you softly called, breathing in his orangy scent.

“Yes, doll?”

“Is it okay if I mark you?” your voice was quiet, but so was the apartment, and it was more than enough for him to hear you.

“You can do anything you want to me.”

You groaned at his consent and squeezed your legs around him harder, closing your eyes as you picked a spot on his elegant neck and sucked hard. Jimin hissed from the pain, but you felt his hips buck underneath you as if looking for some relief himself.

You didn’t know when you made it into the bedroom, more concerned with painting a beautiful blooming mark against his skin. Only when you were satisfied with your work, you pulled your lips away from his neck.

Jimin placed you down gently, making sure you could use your legs again, despite wobbling slightly as your feet met the soft carpet at the edge of his bed. He held your face with both hands, dragging you into another breathtaking kiss you were quickly finding yourself addicted to.

Your hands roamed his body and you tugged at his shirt, raising it up his torso until Jimin agreed with giving your lips a break so he could pull the fabric over his head. You wanted to groan when you saw his body, biting your lips as you stared at his defined abs, thick chest, dark nipples on tanned skin, and a tattoo across his ribs you hadn’t noticed before.

Jimin let you look at him for a few moments before pulling you back against his body to pull your own shirt over your head, showing off your tits that were already familiar to his hands when he grabbed them again.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” Jimin praised, but you ran from his face and shook your head before you could stop yourself. The tip of a finger held your chin and he made you face him again. “You are so beautiful, doll.”

“Jimin–” you were about to deny it, more out of shyness than petulance, but he would have none of that.

“Come here.”

Instead of kissing you like he’d done before, after uttering the same words, Jimin turned the two of you around to face the floor to ceiling mirror right in front of his bed. You wanted to snicker, because of course someone who looked like Jimin would have something like this in his bedroom.

He was pressing his front to your back, making you walk closer to the mirror so you could see the reflection of the two of you better. You watched with a deep breath the way his hands looked against your front, touching your stomach and your breasts, squeezing them as he looked at it, too.

You were melting into his chest, eyes threatening to flutter closed when one of his hands held your chin and made you face forward.

“I want you to look.” it felt like an order, which sent a chill through your bones. Jimin took both of your hands from your sides and lifted them, placing them behind his neck and you knew you weren’t meant to move them from there unless he said so. “Look at how fucking perfect you are.”

You were moaning softly as you watched your chest heave with your hard breaths, Jimin’s hands following your curves as this position elongated your body beautifully. He reached the skirt around your hips and pulled the zipper down, making it fall around your ankles and leaving you completely naked in front of him.

“Jimin…” you sounded like a plea, voice barely above a whisper.

Sensing what you wanted, one of his arms wrapped around your chest, hand holding one of your breasts, as the other made his way down your body as his lips kissed the column of your throat. You watched, enchanted, as his fingers traced lines down your navel, lower and lower until he cupped your pussy.

His fingers wedged between your folds, the middle digit gently rubbing your swollen clit. You were still too sensitive from the force of your last orgasm, making you whimper and press your ass against his cock as you tried to run from his touch.

Jimin slowly moved his hand from your pussy, understanding your body needed a little more time to recover, but it didn’t mean he was ready to let you out of his hands. He moved your arms from the back of his head and allowed you to turn around to face him again.

“Is it my turn now?” you were looking at him with begging eyes, your hand slipping between your bodies to cup his cock over his pants.

“Oh, fuck–” Jimin gasped, pressing his hips forward to feel more of your hand. “You want it? You want this cock?”

“So fucking bad.” you nodded, rubbing your hand up and down his length. “Please, Jimin.”

“Take what you want.”

That had you dropping to your knees, thankful for the carpet that soothed your fall. Your hands were shaking with excitement as you reached for his pants to undo the button and pull them down his–

Oh, fuck, Jimin’s thighs were toned and muscular, skin barely moving as you didn’t resist touching them.

You were looking up at him with parted lips, then your eyes moved back to the massive tent in his underwear, the wet stain making your own mouth water. You held the top of his boxers and pulled it down unceremoniously, taking what you wanted. Jimin was watching you watch him bounce free.

“Fuck, you’re big.” you gasped, more than a little impressed as you watched it fall heavy between his legs.

You resisted the urge to compare his length to your forearm, but had you had a second or third beer in you, you might have. Your hand wrapped around his base, but your thumb and pointer finger didn’t meet. Jimin was watching you from above, blonde bangs falling forward and almost covering his eyes.

Opening your mouth and bringing your face closer, you swiped your tongue in circular movements around his tip, tasting him, testing the smooth feel against your tongue. And Jimin was already moaning beautifully, hands twitching at his sides as he let you suck him off at your own pace, despite whatever else he wanted to do with you.

Hoping to make him fall apart just as well as he did to you, you gave his cock a long stroke and lifted it slightly so you could lick from the base and all the way up, repeating the action as you flattened your tongue to feel his weight against it.

His brows were furrowed and his teeth pressed against his bottom lip.

“Fuck, how can you be so stunning?” Jimin thought out loud, gentle fingers holding you by the chin.

“Do you say that to every woman that sucks your cock?” you challenged with a raised eyebrow, making him smile like a devil.

“Only to the ones I want to choke with it.” he took on your bluff and ran with it, pressing on your cheeks to make you open up wider for him. “You’ll be a good girl and take it all, won’t you, doll?”

You let go of his cock to sit on your knees with your hands resting on your thighs. You blinked through your lashes as you opened your mouth wider and stretched your tongue out. Jimin’s hold on your cheeks tighten, bordering on painful, and you didn’t know yourself to like that so much.

At least you never had when it came to past lovers, not in the way you were enjoying it with Jimin.

You liked the way he held you in place as his hand gave his cock a few pumps before hitting the flat of your tongue with his heavy length. By the time he was sliding it back and forth against it, pushing it past your lips and pulling back out, your pussy was already clenching and you could feel yourself dripping again.

You tried to keep your eyes open as much as possible, not breaking eye contact for as long as Jimin held his end of it. He only ran from your submissive gaze to watch the way his cock slipped deeper into your mouth, forcing your jaw to stretch wider.

“Your mouth feels so good, doll.” Jimin’s voice came out as a stranded groan. “Tap my leg if you want me to stop, yeah?”

You only blinked, hoping he would know you were agreeing.

Jimin cursed and held the back of your head, guiding his cock in and almost all the way out of your mouth, only to push back in with long thrusts of his hips. If he already felt so good fucking your mouth, you couldn’t wait to have him stretching your cunt.

The thought made you roll your eyes and moan around his cock, resisting the urge to slip your hand between your thighs to roll your clit. The throbs were making you ache with want, but you wanted to be a good girl for Jimin.

“You like having this pretty face fucked, don’t you?” he asked, but it was a rhetorical question. “Yeah, you do, I knew you were a little cock slut.”

You hollowed your cheeks as you sucked him harder, searching for balance with your hands on his thighs. Jimin must’ve thought it was your way of asking him to stop, freezing on the spot as if fearing he might have said something wrong. But you didn’t want him to stop, taking it upon yourself to bob your head up and down his thick cock, taking him all the way to the back of your throat.

Spit was gathering under your tongue and spilling from the corners of your mouth as your eyes started to water with the effort. You took a long breath through your nose and stared up at Jimin, pushing forward and forward, with your lips wrapped tight around his length until you took it all in.

Your nose was snug against his pelvis as you deepthroated him and swallowed hard.

It had Jimin almost screaming in pleasure, head falling back as he held your head in place for a couple of seconds before pulling out of your mouth with a wet sputter. You fell forward as he stepped back, watching the man squeezing the base of his cock hard enough that it had to hurt, all for the sake of holding back his climax.

“Doll, I need to be inside you right fucking now.” he warned and you were already getting back to your feet. “Bend over on the edge of the bed.”

“Fuck, okay.”

You stammered on your way there, noticing how Jimin’s mattress was a little higher up and most. You had to climb on the balls of your feet to do as he asked, bending over to lay on your stomach with your legs dangling off the ledge.

Your eyes followed the man as he rounded the bedroom and stepped into what you assumed was his bathroom, coming out in record speed while rolling the condom down his length.

XXXL, no doubt.

“Someone is excited.” he chuckled, but it came out dragged and mixed with a moan of his own. “Your ass is already jiggling and I haven’t even started.”

“I’m ready.” you whined, pushing your ass out as Jimin positioned himself behind you.

“Fuck, I can tell that you are.” his hand was grabbing an ass cheek, spreading you to look at your walls flutter. “You’re fucking dripping, doll. I’m gonna slip right in.”

“Please–” you held your breath as you felt the latex covered cock swiping up and down your slit, coating himself with your slick. “Please fuck me, Jimin.”

“You know I respect you, right?” he asked through his teeth, one hand on your hip and the other lining his cock with your hole. You nodded with a frown. “Good, ‘cause I’m about to fuck you like I don’t.”

The breath you were holding came out of you with a cry as Jimin pushed his hips forward and breached you. You were wet enough that the tip slipped right in, some of the length coming in just as easily, but it didn’t mean you didn’t feel the ache of the stretch.

Your mouth parted as your eyes closed with tears of pleasure and you grabbed onto the sheets underneath you for dear life. Jimin was careful as he pushed the rest of his cock inside of you, pressing you down on the mattress with both hands until he bottomed out.

You felt his body fold around you, lips tracing lines up your spine, whispering praises of how tight you felt around him, how you were taking him so well, how he never had such a great fucking pussy swallowing him whole like this.

There was nothing you could do but adjust to Jimin’s girth, breathing deeply and letting out tiny moans in staccato as he pulled back almost all the way out before pushing back in with a harsh snap of his hips.

“Are you okay, baby?” he thought to check and your moan in response was loud and desperate. “Good girl.”

“I can take it.” you assured him with the pushing out of your ass and Jimin gave it a slap. “Fuck, do that again…”

Jimin started to fuck you at a brutal pace, pelvis hitting your ass over and over again as his hands explored all of your body as if it belonged to him. And tonight, it did. No one had ever made you feel like this before, stuffed to the brim, toying with the edge of a precipice with each long stroke.

You were laying there, helpless, and you didn’t want anything else but to let him take what he wanted from your body because you knew that in the end it would leave you trembling and blissed out.

You felt each drag of his cock against your walls, the spasms of your pussy around him as you chased that high that you already knew Jimin would be the only one to ever give you. And he knew it, too.

Jimin was feral as he fucked you into his bed, mixing long rolls of his hips with quick and short thrusts. And he never fucking missed.

“Fuck, doll,” he started as if there was something more he wanted to say, but you just felt so good around him that he forgot.

“I'm so close, Jimin.” you moaned, feeling your body sliding up and down the bed with each hard thrust; not the most pleasant feeling against your breasts, but worth the chaffing if it meant you would cum this hard again.

“Don’t worry, baby, I got you.”

Jimin hooked a hand under your left knee and raised your leg up and placed it on top of the bed, opening you impossibly wide for him. The new angle made him hit even deeper, abusing your sweet spot repetitively.

His fingers found your clit to rub tight circles against and you started screaming.

You didn’t care if he had neighbors that could hear you, seeing nothing but speckles behind your lids as you felt a foreign pressure forming between your legs, pooling at your lower belly and bursting out of you in wet gushes that surprised you into a dizzy orgasm that rendered you speechless.

Jimin was cursing and praising you from behind, saying something about never seeing something so perfect before. When he pulled out of you, you winced from the emptiness, sure you could keep going.

And then you were looking over your shoulder in time to see him pull the sticky condom off his length and jerk himself off with two long strokes until he was cumming all over your ass and pussy lips.

In the end you were both out of breath and you felt tired enough that you could pass out at any moment. You were blissed out, your body felt feverish and sticky. Jimin wasn't doing much better as he fell beside you on the bed, throwing an arm around your back and cuddling closer to you.

The notion made you giggle and you didn't recognize the scratch on your own voice.

After you both calmed down –both from laughter and aftershocks of the best orgasms of your lives–, Jimin carried you into his shower and you both made out under the stream of water for what felt like hours, neither of you wanting this to end.

After you both dried off, you swore he would offer to drive you to Jungkook and Nari's place, or to call you a cab, but instead he gave you one of his shirts and asked you to stay the night.

You exchanged phone numbers while laying in bed, making plans to repeat this night whenever he went back to Busan.

You didn’t know what the future held for the two of you, but of one thing you were certain.

A beautiful, unsuspecting and unpredictable thing was blooming.

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Words Unsaid (Jungkook x OC)

Summary: Jungkook has something he wants to ask you, but the timing just never seems to sit right.

Pairing: Jungkook x OC

Genre: Fluff

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 7.3 K

Warnings: none

A/N: This took longer than expected to post (but a surprisingly short amount of time to write). Savour it, for the angst will be back in full force next fic :D Takes place a couple of weeks after Unfinished Business and can be read standalone.

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Listen to: "thinking out loud" by ed sheeran

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The sun is near setting when lunch comes to a natural end. Namjoon places his credit card on the bill out of habit and, somewhat conscious that it’s not just the two of them here, Jungkook drops his on top of it.

“All good, kid.” Namjoon good-naturedly flicks Jungkook’s credit card off the bill just before the waiter picks it up.

Feeling Lia’s eyes on him, vaguely amused, Jungkook feels his ears heat up and quickly pockets his credit card. “What’s your plan for the rest of the day?” he asks, desperate to change the topic.

“Not much.” He shrugs. “Probably pick up some stuff at this store we saw earlier today, then maybe a walk down the Han if it gets cooler…” He turns slightly as Kaya returns to her seat, fluffing out her hair a bit.

“Seoul has never been this warm, has it?” she remarks. “I’m glad I cut my hair before I came here.”

“It should rain soon,” answers Lia, in her accented English. While her grasp on the language hadn’t necessarily been a surprise to Jungkook, the way it sounded - and how much he liked it - definitely was. She hadn’t ever spoken much English around him, for there was never much of a need, but when Kaya visited and they’d finally met, Jungkook discovered he was obsessed with her English accent. It made her sound older, unattainable and - ironically – more Korean.

“Maybe it will,” says Namjoon, nodding and looking out the glass windows at the sunlight.

“Maybe it will while you’re walking down the Han river,” points out Jungkook.

“Looking forward to it.”

“Oh, that reminds me - can we make a detour home before we head to the market?” Kaya asks him. “I need to pick up my power bank. My phone’s almost dead.”

Namjoon nods. “Sure. You guys need a ride?” he asks Jungkook and Lia.

“Oh -” They exchange a look, for they were dropped by a company car after Jungkook finished filming a promo. “Actually, yeah,” says Lia, nodding. “We also need to stop by, uh, Jungkook’s house for a minute. You’ll want to change, I guess?”

Jungkook nods mutely, his neck getting hot again. He avoids Namjoon’s eyes; the older member’s subtle questioning a couple of days ago, about how serious is this getting, had been one thing. That, coupled with the abrupt way he and Lia had stopped talking when Jungkook had returned from the men’s room earlier during lunch, made him uneasily conscious that something was still unsaid.

They head out of the restaurant, waiting until Namjoon’s car is brought out by the valet before ducking inside quickly, Kaya in the driver’s seat and Namjoon in the passenger seat next to her. Jungkook notices a few phones out in the open and pointed towards them as they drive away.

“See you tomorrow!” Lia waves at them as they drive away from the porch of Jungkook’s building in Hannam-dong, where his new penthouse sits tucked into the top floor. As the car disappears around a corner, both of them turn around and head inside together.

In the lift, Jungkook watches the numbers increase, his hands in his pockets and his bottom lip between his teeth. The words are there, somewhere, in moments at the tip of his tongue and in others, so far away that they may as well be someone else’s.

“Hey.”

He’s jerked out of his reverie. “Yeah.”

Lia is looking at him, frowning slightly. “Everything okay? You’ve barely said two words since we left.”

“I’m fine,” he answers as the lift stops and they step out, the doors opening right in front of his apartment. “I just, uh…” He pats his pockets and pauses. “... forgot my keys. I think. Shit.”

“Don’t worry about it,” she mutters easily, reaching into her small sling bag for her own keyring and selecting the shiniest one. “This is when it helps to have a spare set with someone else,” she points out.

Jungkook nods sheepishly and steps aside so she can unlock the door to his home. “Actually, Lia…” He takes a deep breath as Namjoon’s face swims to the forefront of his mind, the familiar raised eyebrow and chin tilted upward that, irritatingly knowing but unwilling to give him the answer. No, he would want Jungkook to come up with the answer himself.

He clears his throat as Lia pauses. “Yeah?”

“Um, I was wondering -” He shoves his hands into the pockets of his jeans. Just say it. Say it. He makes the mistake of glancing at her again, her raised eyebrows and - to his slight anxiety - hopeful expression.

Shit.

“Would you, um… do you think you would you like to…”

Come on now, Jungkook, Namjoon would say sternly. Say it already.

“... try a beef bulgogi tonight? I know we usually do pizza on Sunday nights but I saw this recipe online and I really wanted to try it. Plus, we won’t even have to shop - we have that fillet in the freezer so part of the work is really already done, if you think about it…”

He’s rambling, he knows, but it’s only to try and distract himself from the annoyance at himself as well as the brief but clear disappointment in her expression. Her shoulders fall slightly and she bites her lip, turning back to the door and pushing it open halfway.

“Beef bulgogi sounds great,” she says finally, looking up at him after a moment’s hesitation, and giving him a small smile. “Thanks.”

He follows her inside, still deflated. Lia goes straight to the fridge for a bottle of cold water while he heads into his room, shedding his t-shirt on the way. Turning on the bathroom light, he grabs his facewash from the wall-mounted shelf, half-stocked with haircare products, face scrubs, masks, serums and a tub of scrunchies and claw clips. A Dior perfume he’d gifted her earlier this year was also there next to his own Calvin Klein cologne.

Realising he’s been staring at her belongings for over a minute with emulsified facewash on his face, he quickly scrubs it off and hurries out, passing by her chest of drawers next to the closets.

Jungkook wishes he wasn’t such a coward. He wishes he had the exact right words and that his mouth moved on its own to deliver the message to her. She’d helped him set up the apartment when he’d moved in last month; most of her belongings are here, she returns here more often than not after work, half the groceries in the pantry are stocked by her. She has a set of keys, she uses his extra parking space - but none of it matters as long as it’s still Jungkook’s house.

In the kitchen, Lia is standing by the counter with a bowl of watermelon in front of her, scrolling on her phone. She looks up when he enters.

“I cut the other half that was in the fridge,” she informs him. “Rest of it is inside.”

He swallows. “Thanks.”

Jungkook doesn’t know what he would do without her. The house feels far too big and empty when she isn’t around and he wishes there were some way for her to get that message without him having to spell it out.

But if you do spell it out, comes Namjoon’s voice again, what’s the worst that could happen.

She could say no and then I could die, he thinks, shuddering.

He stands on the opposite side of the counter and leans over to examine the pink fruit. Lia raises an eyebrow and pops a piece into his mouth.

“Wow. Sweet,” he comments, voice slightly muffled.

She half-chuckles and nods, going back to her phone and taking a piece as well.

Say it. But is this really the moment? Does there need to be a moment? What would that moment even look like? What would she want that moment to -

“Kook,” says Lia, slowly placing her phone down. “I was thinking… I’ve been coming over here after work the last few days. And I’ll probably be here tomorrow as well, so…” She bites her lip.

“Yes,” whispers Jungkook breathlessly. If Lia were to ask the question - nothing like it. No chance of rejection, no scope for awkwardness. Of course, if any of the guys got wind of the fact that she had been the one to ask, they wouldn’t let him live it down, especially Jimin. Suddenly, he half-hopes she isn’t asking.

“Do you think it would be weird if, you know…”

Holy shit. Screw Jimin and his opinions. Despite a crappy first date a year ago, if this is really how far they’ve come since then, he should consider himself the luckiest man in the world. Unexpectedly, Jungkook’s heart begins to race.

“… if I went home on Monday evening? It’s been a while and I have an important meeting on Tuesday and all my blazers are at home so in a way, I have to…”

Jungkook nods mutely, barely hearing her, for his heart is hammering so loudly he can hear it in his teeth. It occurs to him that Lia might have been anticipating the same question and subsequently felt the same disappointment, and it only serves to make him feel worse.

“… take my car, too. Jungkook?”

He looks up warily, irrationally worried his shame might be written on his forehead for her to see, possibly triggering her to pull the plug on this entire thing, this whole relationship, to save herself the embarrassment of dating a silly pop star who can’t string six words together -

“Hm?”

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I’m fine,” he chokes. “Thanks for the, uh, the fruit.”

Lia raises her eyebrows, but there’s a flash of knowing in her eyes. Not wanting to decipher it, for there’s no telling where his mind will take him, he shakes his head slightly and leans forward, kissing her on the cheek.

It doesn’t end there. Later that evening, Jungkook is still reeling from his horrendous inability to pluck up the courage to ask his girlfriend a simple question. The general mood between them seems to have gone back to normal, somewhat, but it nags at the corner of his mind.

They are heading to the executive floor gym in his building, accessible only to the handful of residents on the top floor, when another opportunity seemingly presents itself.

It’s a glorious workout in one of the best gyms in the country; in fact, Jungkook is rather upfront about it being one of the main reasons he chose to buy a property in this particular building in Hannam-dong. Towards the end of a particularly difficult set of reps on the bench press station, Jungkook looks up to see a face, upside down and hovering above him.

“Shit!” he gasps, gripping the barbell tightly so it doesn’t fall on him.

Eunwoo grins. “What’s up? Wasn’t expecting to see you here today.”

“I could’ve died,” points out Jungkook, sitting up and giving him a friendly dap. “No, Lia wanted to work out, too, and it’s been a, uh… somewhat stressful day.”

“Yeah?” Eunwoo, also sweating and glowing, looks around the gym with his hands on his hips. “Lia is here? Oh, there she is…” He nods at the treadmills where she’s jogging fast, AirPods in and the rest of the world shut out.

They chat for a bit about nothing in particular, catching their breath. Somewhere during the conversation, while they’re at the water station and filling up tiny glasses with fruit-infused ice water, Jungkook wonders if the time has truly come to pick another’s brain. Eunwoo is a good friend and they’ve known each other a while, but it would be the first time he’s actively confided in someone else about his love life. From his experience, it could go either way.

While he’s pondering this, Eunwoo nods and flashes a smile at something over his shoulder.

“Hey, guys.” Lia walks over and pours herself a glass. Her skin pale and glowing, her cheeks flushed lusciously. The ends of her high ponytail stick to her damp collarbones and Jungkook bites his lip without thinking, ridiculously attracted to her at the moment.

“Noona, do you agree with JK’s plan of building a home gym?” Eunwoo asks, seamlessly continuing their discussion. “It’s going to be so much maintenance of equipment,” he tells him, shaking his head.

“Really?” Lia turns to Jungkook, frowning. “When did that happen? I thought you were happy with this gym.”

“I am - and I’m not planning on building a home gym,” he clarifies, suddenly anxious with both sets of eyes on him. “I was just discussing the merits of possibly having one.”

“Such as?”

“Well… privacy, for one. I know the building has good security but they're also fairly lax with allowances,” he points out, not wanting to specify the incident last week that had prompted this train of thought, when he was half-certain he’d spotted someone pointing their phone at him and Lia.

“Allowances? You mean guests?” Eunwoo wrinkles his nose. “They don’t allow guests in here.”

“Yes, they do.”

“No, they don’t. They don’t allow anybody but residents in the gym.”

There’s a brief but painful pause following his words.

“They do, actually,” says Lia.

“I don’t think so.”

“Yes, they do,” adds Jungkook tightly, glaring at Eunwoo and moving his eyes deliberately in Lia’s direction, hoping to God he’ll drop it.

Eunwoo frowns slowly, apparently working this out. “What?” he mutters, shaking his head at Jungkook. “No, I’m just saying… wait, how are you so sure?”

“Because I’m technically a guest,” says Lia lightly.

“You are?” Eunwoo raises his eyebrows. “But I thought you were - oh.” To Jungkook’s horror, a blush creeps up his friend’s face. Lia goes still next to him and it takes every ounce of Jungkook’s strength to not turn in her direction.

For the next few seconds or so, the three of them stand there in silence, scarcely making a movement.

“Excuse me? May I?”

“Yes! Of course, of course -” Jungkook immediately blurts out while Eunwoo practically trips over himself to take a step back and make way for another patron.

“I’m going to stretch and cool down for a bit,” says Lia, touching Jungkook’s shoulder. “How far along are you?”

“Oh, I still have a bit to finish,” he answers, a bit apologetically. “I was going to box for a bit before ending with cardio.”

“That’s fine, I'll just head back h- uh, to your place and shower… if that’s okay?”

Not least because she hasn’t needed to ask such a question in months, Jungkook nods wordlessly. She gives him a small smile and moves away, and Jungkook watches her leave before turning back around to see Eunwoo giving him a look.

“Shut up,” he mutters.

Eunwoo chuckles as they head over to the boxing bag. “Man, I am so sorry about that. I really thought you’d asked her to move in with you - I thought part of the reason you bought a new house was because you wanted her to move in. You were asking about bathrooms with his-and-her sinks, man. What happened?”

“Okay, first of all, I only asked if you’ve ever seen one in real life - not that I wanted one,” he corrects immediately, strapping on his gloves while Eunwoo gets behind the bag, ready to hold it.

“And the other thing?”

“I’m working on it,” mutters Jungkook, going into stance and holding his hands up. “I just want to do it right. Make sure it’s a good time, that I’m not hurrying anything - that kind of thing.”

Eunwoo hums and nods. “Well, if it helps, she didn’t seem freaked out. If anything, she looked a little annoyed.”

Jungkook freezes. “She did? She looked annoyed - wait, really? Are you serious?”

His eyes widen. “Wh- no. Not - not annoyed like that. Not like a pissed off annoyed, more like a… like a chill annoyed.” When Jungkook says nothing, he shakes his head. “You know what? Don’t worry about it. Maybe it is too soon. Or maybe it isn’t,” he amends quickly. “What do I know? You know my last three relationships lasted, like, four months each - so I’m probably not the best person to be giving you any kind of advice.”

“That’s the most airtight thing you’ve said so far,” mutters Jungkook. “Alright, I’m coming in.” Waiting a moment for Eunwoo to grip the bag, he cocks his elbow back and punches it.

—

Despite his deadly faux pas, Eunwoo had inadvertently provided Jungkook with a rather helpful bit of direction. Perhaps it is time for him to lean on a friend for advice, but Eunwoo was also right that he is not one of them, not with his flighty flings and lack of depth in them. The advice matters and so does the friend, prompting Jungkook to ask himself: which of his friends is the expert on the opposite of short-term flings?

“Namjoon hyung!”

Namjoon stops in his tracks at the sound of his name and turns, waiting for Jungkook to catch up with him.

“Oh, thanks,” says Jungkook, taking a cigarette from the pack Namjoon offers him and leaning forward so he can light it. “Thanks for getting us the evening off, by the way.”

“Kaya is leaving this weekend,” is all Namjoon says in response, shrugging.

“Right.” Jungkook nods, taking a drag and blowing it out, wondering briefly if he should care that they might be seen smoking right outside the Hybe building. “Won’t this make you a couple minutes late, though? If you want to make the best of the next few days?”

Namjoon chuckles. “I don’t want to smoke inside the house.”

“Uh-huh. Speaking of which…” He exhales, suddenly nervous. “I was hoping for some advice.” He clears his throat. “Regarding… relationships.”

Namjoons raises his eyebrows but says nothing else. “M-hm.”

“I have reason to believe,” he begins slowly, “that Lia might want me to ask her to move in with me.”

“Okay.”

Jungkook pauses, searching his leader’s face for a hint. Finding none, he continues. “Well… I want to ask her. But I also don’t want her to feel like I’m asking her just because she wants me to ask her. And I also don’t want to mess it up.”

“How would you mess it up?”

“I don’t know… maybe I’m completely off track and she doesn’t want to move in with me at all? Maybe she thinks it’s too soon?”

Namjoon nods, hearing him out. Then he shakes his head. “Well, personally, I don’t think that’s the case.”

“What isn’t? You think she wants to move in?” Jungkook’s momentarily relief is interrupted by a horrifying thought. “Oh, my God - did she say something to you? Yesterday, at brunch, when I went to the men’s room?”

“Jungkook, you were gone for two minutes.”

He’s about to argue but stops himself. He knows Lia and she is hardly the type to secretly vent her feelings to his friends behind his back, hoping it will get back to him. No, she’s more straightforward than that.

Somewhat satisfied, he takes a different turn. “Okay, let’s get down to it, then. How did you ask Kaya to move in?”

“Well…” Namjoon frowns thoughtfully. “Actually, I didn’t.”

“You… what?” Jungkook squints. “Wait, so… you didn’t ask? You both just knew, telepathically, when to start living together?” he asks incredulously, thinking privately that it could just be believable.

“No,” says Namjoon patiently, chuckling again and flicking some ash off his cigarette. “I didn’t ask because I didn’t have to. Where else is she supposed to live when she comes to Seoul? Where am I supposed to live when I go to see her?”

“Yeah… okay, but… well, would you say you live together?” he presses. “Or do you just, like, crash at each other’s place when you visit?”

“Well, we definitely don’t crash at each other’s place,” he mutters. “Maybe we did right in the beginning? I guess I’d say we live apart, but it’s only because we have to. I don’t know - when she came to Seoul for work last year while I was in service, she stayed at Hannam even though her aunt lives in the city, too.” He shrugs. “If that helps.”

“Huh.” Jungkook considers this. “So, like, do you guys ‘go home’ or do you go back to ‘your place’?”

“Home,” he answers casually, not skipping a beat. “Even her apartment is home. ‘Home’ is what you make it, to a large extent. It’s a place of comfort - an apartment is only part of that,” he says wisely. “I feel more at home in her studio apartment in London with her than at Hannam by myself. The people make the home - and that’s for you to decide.”

Jungkook stares, feeling his cigarette burn away in his hand. “That’s really not the kind of thing I’m looking for, hyung,” he states, before dropping his face in his hand.

Namjoon clicks his tongue and stubs his cigarette on the tray atop the trash can next to him. “Don’t overthink it,” he says, clapping him on the shoulder. “Go about it logically: she’s been your girlfriend for six or seven months now, you bought a new place which is significantly bigger than your old one and she’s in her thirties, meaning she’s most likely thinking long-term.”

Jungkook gazes at Namjoon’s raised eyebrows, quite certain he’s meant to pick up some meaning out of this. “So…”

“So… if you’re worried she might say no…”

“Chances are… she probably won’t?”

Namjoon grins and nods. “Exactly. Just be yourself, be genuine, be honest - and remember you’re both together for a reason. And I think - I think - she has a thing for you, too,” he adds seriously.

“One can only hope,” he mutters, albeit slightly mollified. “I really don’t want to mess this up.”

Namjoon observes him - for too long. For a moment, it seems as though he’s about to say something that makes Jungkook’s stomach jolt unpleasantly, but at the last second, he shakes his head.

“Impossible to mess it up. Honestly,” he says reassuringly, and Jungkook almost believes him. “It’s a part of the journey and if you think she’s expecting it, just take the plunge. Don’t add unnecessary pressure by trying to make it perfect.”

While the last bit simply isn’t in Jungkook’s DNA, he nods anyway.

—

“Damn it.”

Lia doesn’t look up from the email she’s writing, despite Dal’s repeated exclamations from the kitchen. Finally, he sticks his head out around the door.

“Did you know the faucet is leaking?”

“Yes,” she mutters, still not looking away from her screen.

“And did you know it’s dripping out of the sink zone and onto the floor?”

“Yeah?”

“And did you know it’s fucking disgusting?”

Lia sighs and finally turns her head to glance at him. “Yes, I know. I mopped it up this morning.”

Dal steps out, frowning. “So this much water leaked in the last six hours?” When Lia nods, he sighs heavily and trudges into the living room, falling onto the sofa. “I suppose we can text the landlord but I don’t know what good that will do.”

“Probably as much as it did when we told him about the seepage in the bathroom ceiling.”

“Yeah. Didn’t realise the kind of shoulder strength you need to baste upwards.” A moment later, he chuckles. “Helped that there were three of us there, though. Jungkook was really looking for any excuse to be around you back then, wasn’t he?”

Without meaning to, Lia feels a smile creep up her face at the memory. “It was cute,” she says, slightly defensive. “And we really needed the extra hands, especially to clean up.”

“Oh, sure.” There’s a comfortable silence, the only sound being the clicking of Lia’s keyboard. “Speaking of,” he speaks, and his tone is slightly different, “I’m surprised to see you here.”

Lia doesn’t look up, but she’s certain she knows where he’s going with this. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah. You haven’t been around much.”

“You think so?”

“M-hm. In fact, I was starting to wonder if you’d moved out or something and I missed the memo.”

“You were still paying only half the rent, though, weren’t you?”

“Lia.”

“‘Sup.”

From the corner of her eye, she sees a movement and ducks out of habit.

“Lee-lee,” he says again, and she finally meets his gaze.

“I know what you’re getting at, and no,” she says dryly, “no updates on that front. I’m still your roommate for the foreseeable future.”

Dal raises his eyebrows. “Okay.”

Lia turns back to her laptop but doesn’t resume her typing. “What?”

“What what?”

“You’re still looking at me.”

“No. I’m just looking in your general direction.”

She gives him a look. “Just say it.”

“I thought you were moving in with Jungkook.”

“Why would you think that?”

“Because he told me last time he came over that he wanted you to move in with him.”

Lia scoffs. “No way did he say that. Liar.”

“Fine, he didn’t use those exact words,” he admits, rolling his eyes. “But he just happened to mention that his new place is bigger, that the gym is fantastic, that it has a really good running trail or something…”

“Maybe he was just making conversation?”

“... and how much closer it is to the Hybe office.”

He works at Hybe, too, technically. The words are on the tip of her tongue, but she can’t deflect anymore; Dal will see right through it. She sighs and puts her laptop away.

“What do you want me to say?” she asks steadily. “We aren’t living together. It’s not the end of the world.”

“I’m not saying it is, at all.” He holds up his hands. “Do you want to, though?”

Lia is silent for a moment. “He needs to ask first. But… yeah, I guess. Could be fun. We’ll save on a lot of fuel.”

“Ooh, stop, I’m swooning.”

She flashes him an embarrassed sort of smile. “You know what I mean. We basically do live together already - but this is a big deal for Jungkook. He’s never done the long-term relationship, adult couple milestone thing before. The last thing I want to do is scare him off.”

Dal nods thoughtfully. “Well, hopefully it’ll go better than your last adult couple milestone thing.”

She snorts, covering her face. “Hey, to be fair, I did move in with him,” she points out. “Kind of.”

“You lasted less than a month before you were back here.”

“Yeah. God, he was such a manchild. Can’t believe I was ever attracted to him.”

“I told you he had an asshat kind of face. But you didn’t listen. Didn’t he have a shrine to his ex-girlfriend in the bathroom or something?”

“It was a couple of bottles of her shampoo and lotion, not a shrine,” she corrects him, “but, sort of. He was so blown away when I asked him to get rid of it - like, sue me, I don’t want to live with my boyfriend and sentimental haircare products belonging to his ex. It just goes to show, you never know enough about your partner until you actually share a living space together.”

“You think there’s more to Jungkook? Because I like him for you, honestly. But he seems to be a more…” Dal grimaces, trying to find the word, “... what you see is what you get… kind of person.”

“That’s a good thing,” she remarks. “Means there’s no lying, no games. None of that shit.”

He raises his eyebrows. “Well, it’s good you know what you want. How long are we planning to wait for him to pop the question?”

“We are not waiting for anything. I, on the other hand…”

It’s a good question, unfortunately, one that Lia has deliberately tried not to think about because there’s simply no correct answer.

“... will take things as they come.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

She narrows her eyes at her oldest friend, recognising both teasing masking genuine concern. “I’m not going to pressure Jungkook. And I’m not going to get my hopes up either,” she states, trying to ignore the quiet tugging at her heart and standing up, stretching.

“Hey, just say the word and I will -“ Dal makes a flailing kind of gesture and flexes his triceps, “- whip him into shape.”

“Oh, really? Not only will it probably be evenly matched, but who’s going to help you both carry cartons of beer into each other’s houses if you’re both maimed?” She taps her temple sarcastically.

“Well, you’ll be a resident in one of our houses at any given time so I guess we’ll be looking at you.” Dal shrugs in satisfaction as Lia chuckles and starts heading inside her bedroom, considering a shower before bed.

“Oi, Lia.”

Lia turns in her doorway, recognising the subtle change in tone once again. It wasn’t surprising that Dal and Jungkook got along easily enough; despite her boyfriend’s initial reservations, most of which were based on Dal’s gender and inopportune timing, he had eventually moved past it to begin actually enjoying his company. Oh, he would never admit it, but Lia had woken up more than once in her own bed, alone, while hearing two male voices laughing in the living room with the television on.

As for Dal, the only thing he had needed to say was “Lee-lee, for once, you’ve found a good boy.”

Therefore, while Lia prefers to handle her relationships herself, she recognises the value of her oldest friend’s opinion.

“I just want to let you know,” he begins seriously, and she feels the muscles in her face go slack. He bites his lip. “I just wanted to let you know,” he repeats, “that if Jungkook has a shrine to his ex in his house, you can always move back in here.”

There’s relief, and Lia doesn’t want to admit there’s relief. “Shut up,” she mutters, turning back around as Dal laughs at his own joke behind her.

It’s not the greatest comfort, but Lia uses it as such after that. Worst case, I move back in with Dal, she thinks. We stay roommates until we’re eighty, when either I die first from stress about work or he does driving his car like a maniac. Jungkook brings a carton of beer to the funeral and shares it with whichever one of us is still alive.

It’s a mildly depressing train of thought, especially when she imagines her eighty year old self heading back to her apartment while seventy-seven year old Jungkook, in his infinite wisdom, still hasn’t asked her to move in with him.

Nearly a week later, Lia has successfully kept her desires to herself, while Jungkook has continued trying to pretend he isn’t thinking about it just as much.

“Remind me again why we’re going to this club?” she asks him as they walk to his car in the basement parking. “It doesn’t really sound like your scene.”

“It isn’t,” he admits. “But the DJ tonight is a friend of a friend… of an acquaintance, who’s also kind of an ex-colleague.” He wrinkles his nose. “I wouldn’t normally go but he helped me out during the production of my debut album and I accidentally told him I owed him.”

“Ah. Mistake number one.”

“It might be. You look quite club-ready for someone who doesn’t really enjoy clubs either,” he remarks, playfully smacking her backside. “Leather pants and everything.”

“Faux leather,” she corrects, leaning over and bumping his hip with hers. “I figured I may as well look the part of a popstar’s girlfriend. Plus,” she adds after a moment, as they climb into the car and begin strapping in, “it’s the only party outfit I have at your place.”

Predictably, Jungkook freezes for a moment before clumsily buckling himself in. He doesn’t meet her eyes and swallows as he looks ahead.

“By the way, I hear the gin martinis at this club are to die for,” he declares, completely transparent. “Did you know, the martini is one of the top five drinks people order on a first date?”

Abrupt subject change coupled with a random fact that doesn’t sound completely true; Jungkook is nervous. It’s exasperating and endearing all at once.

“That’s… interesting. Maybe you should’ve invited your single friends tonight. Or if this DJ is an ex-colleague, at least the ones in your group.”

“What, all two of them?”

“Isn’t it three?”

“I don’t think so.” Jungkook shrugs as they pull out of Hannam Hill. “Or maybe it is. I don’t know. Yoongi hyung isn’t very forthcoming about his dating life and I’m too afraid to ask.”

Lia chortles as they turn into the main road, reaching for her party clutch for her phone, when she realises…

“Oh, no,” she mutters under breath.

“What?”

“I, uh…” She bites her lip, internally swearing at herself. “I was moving stuff from my regular bag to the clutch and I forgot… you know what, can we make a quick detour to my apartment? It’s on the way.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Yes, it is. If you take a right after the signal then you can take the parallel road to the church at the end of my street.”

“That’s not the same road - and come on,” he whines, his shoulders falling. “I don’t want to take a detour. What did you even forget? Power bank? Because my phone is fully charged.”

“It’s not a power bank - look, it’s kind of important, Jungkook. It’ll take, like, five extra minutes.”

“But -”

“Kook!”

“What? What did you even forget that’s so important? Is it make-up or something? Because you look -”

“It’s tampons, Jungkook.”

“It’s -”

“Tampons,” she repeats. “And I don’t want to stop at a drugstore because they may not have the exact brand that I use and most of the others chafe… down there.”

There’s a few seconds of silence while Jungkook stares out of the windshield as the car zooms down the road, his ears turning red.

“Which signal was it again?”

True to her word, they reach her three-storey apartment building a few minutes later and jog up the stairs together.

“I swear, I just need to pick up a couple of extras,” she promises him. “The last time I was caught without any on me and then I had to borrow one and it was just the worst time I - oh, my God!”

Lia gasps as she stops in her tracks in the doorway of her apartment, Jungkook right next to her.

“Is that -”

“Water,” she sighs, shaking her head. “Shit, it came into the living room? I thought we fixed that damn leak,” she mutters. She places her hands on her hips and looks up at Jungkook.

“Well?”

Jungkook looks blank. “Well… what?”

“Well… I’m going to have to wade in there,” she says slowly, already dreading it. “Do you want to come?”

“Ordinarily, I would love to because that sounds so fun, but these are Balenciaga.” He raises his right leg to show her his shoes, mimicking her position until Lia looks away.

“Alright. Wait here then,” she tells him, before gingerly placing one heeled foot into the water and cringing in anticipation. It reaches ankle deep, missing the hem of her pants only due to the height of her heels. With no specific attachment to her shoes, she takes a couple of more hesitant steps.

“Ugh, I can hear the faucet dripping from here,” she grumbles. “Sure you want to just wait out there?”

“Totally. You’re doing great, though, baby.” He grimaces as she walks further in. “Is it cold? It looks cold.”

“No, it’s room temperature. I’m just glad it hasn’t reached the sofa or the cushions or anything in the - whoa!” Lia grabs the arm of the chair beside her as she slips, thankfully saving her ankles as her knee breaks the fall.

There’s a sound of splashing before Jungkook is right next to her a second too late. “Shit, you okay?”

“Uh, yeah. No injuries, I think.” She twists to see him kneeling next to her. “What happened to your Balenciagas?”

It seems to have occurred to him only now. “Oh…” He looks down at his shoes, now submerged. “I can try blow drying them, probably?”

“Probably.” She tries to hide a smile before giving up. “Take them off before they get any more damaged, though.”

He takes her advice this time and they both rid themselves of their shoes, tossing them on the chair before splashing their way into the kitchen.

Jungkook whistles. “Wow, that’s some leak,” he remarks, following her as she falls to her knees to get a good look at the thin but steady stream of water spilling from a crack in the pipe. “Is this the only leak?” he wonders out loud before pressing his hand against the crack so the water suddenly stops.

“No, there’s a small one here, too,” she answers, squinting at something on the other side of the pipe, a little higher up. “It’s only a few drops out of this one but it’s still bad enough.”

“Maybe we can -” Jungkook grunts and tugs at the pipe, “- wrench it into place? To block this crack?”

“Doubtful. It’s a really old pipe, too, so I’m afraid it might break.”

“It’s metal - can metal break?”

“I mean… yeah? I guess? Look, it’s all rusted up here.”

“Oh, yeah…”

In his effort to look, Jungkook’s hand slips off the crack and the flow of the water resumes.

“Okay, this can’t go on - we need to block this for now so we can get rid of this fucking flood,” she decides, noting in worry how the water level is slowly rising. “And I’m calling the landlord tomorrow and giving him a piece of my mind.”

“Um -” Jungkook looks around from his position by the pipe. “We have a towel, some flour and stuff… maybe we stick some dough onto it?”

“Worth a shot but I don’t know if it’ll hold till tomorrow. Maybe we should try moving the pipe,” she admits, holding the top of it and wondering if it’ll work.

“Okay, let’s do that. Worst case, we find a plastic or metal box, cut it in just the right dimensions to cover the crack and fix it around the pipe.”

“Worst case.”

Jungkook waves her over and they grip the pipe together. “If this goes south, just remember that I love you.”

Despite the chaos and the fact that her faux leather pants are damp and disgusting, Lia snorts. “Shut up, you dork. Come on, let’s do this.” Both of them pull the top part towards the lower one to try and close the gap.

“A little to the left, come on…”

“It’s - not - moving -” Lia bites her lip and jerks the pipe back, accidentally slipping again and falling back onto her boyfriend. The jolt makes Jungkook tip over and the pipe twists on the rust, bursting.

“Oh, my - “ Jungkook’s words are cut off when a jet of water hits him square in the face. Lia gasps and reaches for the pipe as he fumbles, sputtering, and lunges towards the pipe to turn it away.

“Jungkook, no! It’ll break if you -”

But Lia is cut off as well and almost knocked backwards by the force of the water. It’s everywhere now; her clothes, her hair - she’s fully drenched. Next to her, Jungkook looks like he’s been dunked into a lake, his long thick hair sticking to his forehead.

“Take cover!” he yells, pulling open a cabinet behind him with one hand and yanking something out, while the other hand covers the jet of water uselessly. He replaces it with the lid of a cooking pan and tosses her another one which splashes into the water next to her.

“Thanks! I - Jungkook!” She brandishes the utensil while trying to dodge the water. “It’s a sieve!”

“What?”

“It has holes!”

“I can’t see! Wait -” He crawls towards the cabinet but slips midway, swearing loudly.

“Careful!” She ducks and tries to get to the pipe but feels him grip her forearm and pull her back.

“You’ll hurt yourself!” he yells, handing her another pan. “Jesus - how did you guys let this stupid faucet get this bad?”

“I told you - our landlord is a jackass who ghosts us if we bring up fixtures!”

“Well -” Jungkook pauses, wincing a little as the water continues to ricochet off the pan he’s holding up. “In that case, this is probably as good a time as any to ask you this, but do you want to move in with me?”

Lia almost swallows a mouthful of tap water. “What?”

“Just - I mean, this apartment is unlivable!” he says loudly. “And I’m a much better landlord! And also -” He gags and spits out some water, “- I love you and all!” He shrugs awkwardly, drenched to the bone with his oversized t-shirt sticking to his shoulders and chest.

Lia tries - she really tries - to keep a straight face, to attempt to understand what goes on in Jungkook’s head. But it’s a lost cause, for at the end of the day, whatever it is, it just works. Through the irritation at her landlord and the general shock of being waterboarded by a broken pipe, she sees it. A shine in his doe eyes, a hint of nervousness.

She doesn’t realise immediately why the water hits her suddenly with force or why Jungkook’s eyes widen belatedly.

“What are you doing? The water is - oh.” The anticipation turns into the beginnings of a smile when he works out why she has knee walked all the way towards him and he stands on his knees as well, just as she reaches him and places her arms around his neck, and kisses him.

When she pulls away, he’s grinning. “That’s a yes?”

“That’s a thank God you finally asked.”

Jungkook nods sheepishly. “I wanted it to be perfect, honestly. I was just waiting for the right time and -” He sighs, shaking his head so droplets of water fall from his hair.

“You know what? I think this, unexpected as it was, is pretty perfect,” she says honestly. “So… I guess that’s a yes,” she clarifies, meeting him in a kiss once again.

There’s a muffled sound and then a splash, followed by a gasp.

“Oh, my God! What the fuck?”

Jungkook jerks away, pursing his lips. “As long as he is never allowed in our house,” he declares, glaring and pointing in the direction of the living room.

She gives him a look. “Pretty sure you’ll crack before I do on that front,” she guesses, just as Dal appears in the doorway of the kitchen, looking incredulous.

“What the fuck happened in here?”

“What do you think? That damn faucet,” she snaps, pointing at it. “This is the landlord’s problem now - he and his insurance can handle it.”

“I agree, but - God, are you guys okay?”

“Yeah, we were using lids…” Jungkook picks his up and places it in front of the stream of water, much more unfazed about it now than he was before.

“Lids? Why didn’t you guys just turn off the water?” Taking a long step across the flooded kitchen floor, he reaches for a panel behind the left-most cabinet and twists a lever - and the water stops.

Speechless, Lia turns to look at Jungkook who is looking back at her with equal dismay. “We thought of dough before we thought of turning off the water,” he mutters, shaking his head.

“And we’re taking it to the grave,” she replies, squeezing his hand.

He’s wet, his designer clothes ruined - but Jeon Jungkook is glowing. A moment later, he squeezes her hand back.

“Deal.”

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preciouschimine · 3 months

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'make it right' with jk for the 1k celebration pleeeaaaasssseeee 🫶

light of the morning

— request: jeongguk + make it right - bts

— pairing: jk x f. reader

— genre: fluff, angst

— word count: 2.7k

— warnings/tags: idol!jk, college student!oc, mild angst, they're best friends, insecurities and self-doubt thoughts.

— summary: in the eternal night that seems endless, jeongguk finds his peace in the light of the morning.

— author's note: hi anon! thanks for requesting :) summary is obviously inspired by the lyrics of make it right, which i used as the general inspiration for the story. i hope it doesn't stray too far from what you had in mind, hehe. enjoy!

a continuation of opposite of sun. i suggest to read that first before reading this!

masterlist

‘Jeongguk Takes Over Times Square With a Surprise Performance’

‘Massive Crowd Gathers In Times Square for a Jeongguk Surprise Performance’

‘Jeongguk Surprises Times Square Crowd With a Free Concert’

It’s been a day since Jeongguk’s surprise performance at Times Square, and the media headlines praising his performance just keep flooding in. In the articles, there were no flaws in his performance. Impeccable. Perfect. The media especially highlighted the way his fans only got a 30-minute notice before the performance, yet they were able to fill up the streets of Times Square. They were loud, singing along to his songs word for word, and Jeongguk is so proud.

The praises didn’t only come from online articles, they also came from the radio hosts and interviewers who were lined up in Jeongguk’s schedule today. It’s refreshing to answer questions outside of the usual ‘What’s your favorite food to eat in the US?’ and about his surprise performance instead. Jeongguk is grateful that his manager, Namjoon, scheduled these interviews after the performance instead of before it.

“Do I have any more interviews for today?” Jeongguk asks Namjoon, peeking at the clock on his phone. It’s only a little after seven in the evening. He knows it’s a silly question to ask, already knowing the answer by the look on Namjoon’s face.

“You have two more, actually,” Namjoon answers regardless. “Plus taping for two songs for one of them. I thought you knew this already?”

“Uh, yeah, just making sure.” Jeongguk clears his throat, eyes still on his phone.

“You’ve been checking your phone a lot today. Something wrong?” Namjoon inquires, a worried look replacing the duh one he had on his face earlier.

“No. Everything’s okay.”

Yes, something is very wrong.

It’s been more than a day since he video-called you, a little over a day since his performance at Times Square, and little less than a day since he texted you the YouTube link of said performance. In that time frame, his phone is completely void of any notification from you. No texts, no calls, even no tweets or an Instagram DM. You’ve been totally silent and it’s starting to get on his nerves. Why are you leaving him in the dark?

“You sure? You look like you want to punch someone.”

What he wants is praise from you! No, he doesn’t want it, he needs it. All the flowery words from the media and radio hosts mean nothing if he hasn’t heard one from you. Ever since he started his singing career, your opinion has always been one of the first ones he seeks. Without it, he’s lost. Left wondering whether his performance deserved the accolades, or they were only for his pretty face.

“Jeongguk, we’re here. Put a mask on and smile. You can worry about your best friend later,” Namjoon says the moment the car comes to a stop in the parking lot of a building somewhere in New York. Jeongguk looks at him as he’s getting off the vehicle, confused. His manager throws him a small smile. “Don’t look like that, it’s kinda obvious you’re thinking about her.”

“I haven’t heard from her since yesterday, hyung,” Jeongguk sighs. “I have the right to be worried.”

“You’re not the only one with stuff to do, you know? Maybe she’s busy too. I’m sure she’s fine,” Namjoon tries to reassure him. “Give her a call after this, to ease your mind.”

Namjoon is right. You’re probably busy juggling midterms and your part-time job back home. The chasm he felt yesterday opens back up, gaping to remind him that you two are worlds apart. Superstar Jeongguk who replies to texts in seven business days has no right demanding a reply from a regular college student after only one day.

Two more interviews. Two more songs to perform. Then he can hear your voice, see your face, and everything is going to be okay again.

Jeongguk finishes his schedule for the day a little after 1 AM. He tries to call you in the car, on the way back to his hotel. No answer. Tries again when he reaches his hotel room. Then tries again after he showered and changed into comfortable clothes to sleep in.

Ten missed calls.

Jeongguk goes to sleep with a dark cloud in his mind, completely restless.

In the morning, when the sun is already up—the way the moon is in Seoul, where you are—Jeongguk cracks his eyes open to stare at the ceiling in his room, his heart still heavy with worry. Also heavy is his head when he sits up on his huge hotel bed, likely due to his tossing and turning in his sleep all night. It doesn’t help that his lockscreen is still void of notifications labeled with your name. You’ve been MIA for almost two full days. Where are you?

He sends seven more bubbles in your chatroom, a sigh slipping past his lips when the tiny word under the blue bubble only reads delivered. He’s on his last thread of hope when he clicks on your contact picture to video call you, and that thread snaps when all he’s staring at on the screen is his own puffy and tired face.

Maybe he should order some breakfast. Get something to munch on, pry his mind away from the thought of you and what you’re up to in a country far, far away from where he is. He hopes you’re okay. He hopes you aced that midterm you were up until three to study for (although you spent the good part of the last hour talking to him on FaceTime). He hopes you’re eating well and not some instant cup ramyeon or shitty take-out from the Chinese place by your apartment that you frequent because it’s cheap.

After skimming through the room service menu, Jeongguk places an order of breakfast enough to feed five people. (What? He needs his energy. And a distraction.) The kind hotel staff who took his order informed him that his food will be ready in around 20 minutes. Good. Plenty of time to track his schedule for today and not think about you. (So much for a distraction.)

As it turns out, his itinerary for today is not packed with work schedule. Namjoon had only written ‘Explore’ along with a note to bring the camera noona who usually follows Jeongguk around to film all of his adventures as an idol. Said “adventure” is typically limited to dressing rooms of music shows, though. Oh, maybe Namjoon wants him to stroll around the city and make a vlog out of it, give his fans a little peek of what he does in his down time in New York.

In order to do that, he has to shower, get dressed, and maybe get his makeup done. He definitely needs to get his hair done, though, there’s no way he’s going out with this bird nest atop his head. Or maybe he could go natural, let his hair breathe for the day. Namjoon said it makes him look like a college boyfriend, and apparently, his fans love the look. Throw some hoodie and jeans on, and Jeongguk would be ready to go to class with you.

Ah, you again.

His mindless scrolling on Twitter in procrastination halts, the words on his phone not registering as his mind goes back to you. What would it feel like to go to class with you? To watch your focused face in class, trying to absorb knowledge from the professor? To be there next to you, answer your question whenever you struggle to grasp a concept? To be your college boy—

A knock on his door interrupts his thoughts.

Jeongguk stills, waits for the shout of room service! to follow, but it never comes. The clock on his phone tells him it’s only been 10 minutes since he ordered breakfast, so maybe it’s not room service after all. Maybe it’s a staff member, coming to tell him to get ready for the day.

As Jeongguk makes his way to the door, come some more knocks, this time more tentative than the one prior. Before he could reach the door, the person on the other side speaks.

“Jeongguk..?” It sounds muffled by the door, but the voice rings familiar in his ears. It’s the voice he last heard almost two days ago, via a video call connection between New York and Seoul. Could it be? No, it couldn’t … right?

Jeongguk’s eyes are right in front of the peephole just as the voice sounds again: “It’s me, Bun…”

There, in front of his hotel door, stands a girl 15 centimeters shorter than him, dressed in black jeans and her favorite sage green sweater, with a lump of black fabric hanging off her left arm. A faded black baseball cap sits on her head, so faded it looks almost navy. When she finally looks up to peek at the peephole, Jeongguk loses his breath.

It’s you. It’s really you.

Jeongguk is so stunned that he’s frozen in place, just staring at your confused expression that slowly morphs into one of anxiety.

“Did Namjoon give me the wrong room number..?” you mumble, fishing your phone out of your pocket.

Jeongguk has never yanked a door open that hard in his life.

You tear your eyes away from your phone, jumping in surprise at the sudden movement. His eyes lock with yours, and the shock on your face melts into a smile.

“Hi!”

You’re obviously exhausted, having just got off a 14-hour flight from Seoul, moving 13 timezones backward, seeing the sun when you’re supposed to see the moon. But the way you beam at him is full of glee, your eyes bright despite the obvious fatigue. Jeongguk is mesmerized.

Wordlessly, he reaches for your shoulders to pull you into a hug. They feel more prominent than the last time he hugged you, and he doesn’t know whether it’s from your haphazard eating schedule or just … time. He doesn’t remember when he last gave you a hug. Doesn’t remember the last time he saw you in the flesh like this.

“You just woke up, didn’t you?” you say from somewhere near his collarbone.

“Maybe,” Jeongguk mumbles. “Maybe not. I feel like I’m still dreaming.”

“Up in the clouds, are we?” you chuckle. “Well, if you’re done dreaming then maybe we could come in? Backpack’s starting to hurt my shoulders.”

It’s right at that second that Jeongguk just realizes the huge backpack hanging off your small frame. The poor bag is bursting at the seams, like it’s gonna comically explode if you even try to unzip it. Jeongguk closes his fingers around the small handle on top, testing the weight.

“Did you fit your whole life into this? Why is it so heavy?” he complains, immediately untangling your arms from his body so he can slide the backpack off you and onto him instead. “I feel like I’m about to do the 20 kilometers march in the military.”

“Hah! Try navigating JFK with that on your shoulders. It’s way harder than the military,” you huff, following Jeongguk into his hotel room.

He sets your backpack down on one of the couches, turning around to get answers to a thousand questions in his head, but pauses when he sees you’re still standing by the door. Your eyes are scanning the room slowly, stopping at Jeongguk to look at him with an unreadable expression on your face.

“What?” Jeongguk says.

“It’s huge,” you say. “The room, I mean. They usually are in your vlogs, but it’s different seeing it in person.”

This could turn into another conversation about their differences quickly, but Jeongguk is not in the mood to deal with distance today. For once, you’re an arms-length away from him. He doesn’t want to fuck this up and send you back to KST, 13 timezones away.

“Eh, I think your backpack is bigger.” He shrugs. Safe route, for now. “What do you have inside that bag, really?”

“My brick ass laptop, thank you,” you say sarcastically, finally going deeper into the room just to give your backpack a protective hug. “Still have a midterm to finish and submit here.”

“You still have midterms and you’re here in New York?” Jeongguk gapes. “Why?”

“Because you asked me to be here,” you state like it’s obvious. “Well, not like that, but you looked so sad on our last video call that I booked a flight here as soon as we hung up the call. Didn’t really realize the weight of it until I was watching your performance with Yeseo and I blurted out that I bought a ticket to New York and how maybe it was a stupid thing to do on a whim like that. She looked at me like I was stupid and said I should totally go. So. Here I am.”

If selective hearing is a sin, then Jeongguk would be guilty because he heard nothing beyond the part where you said you were watching his performance.

“You watched my performance?” He parrots his thoughts. “But you said you would have been asleep…”

“No sleep is worth my best friend’s sadness.” You throw him a small smile. “Actually, Yeseo set an alarm for it. And then I went to have the midterm with a terrible headache because I didn’t get enough sleep. But it’s worth it, the performance was amazing. You did great on that stage.”

“I did great…?”

At this point, Jeon Jeongguk should change his name to Parrot Jeongguk, because all he ever does is just repeat things he heard. First his thoughts, now you.

“Yes, of course you did great, Jeongguk. Wasn’t it obvious, the way your fans were screaming their lungs out for you?”

I only wanted to hear it from you, Jeongguk thinks. The media headlines and praises from the radio hosts and interviewers flash in his mind, all positive feedback for his performance, yet still planted a seed of doubt in his mind. It caused an ugly darkness to settle in his mind, one that worsened with every call you didn’t pick up.

“Why’d you ghost me, then?”

Way to ruin this moment, Jeon Jeongguk.

“I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry. Between catching up on sleep and rushing for the flight, I just didn’t have the time to look at my phone at all. Also, I was on the plane? It takes a long time to get here from Korea if you didn’t know.”

“So it’s not because my performance is bad?”

You get up from your position on the couch to grip him on the shoulders, your nails digging into the material of his t-shirt. You have to strain your neck to be able to look him in the eyes, but you hold his gaze firmly like the position doesn’t hurt you at all.

“Jeon Jeongguk, listen to me. Your performance was great, you looked handsome, your singing was on-point, your high note was awesome, your dancing was super cool, and the crowd was really loud. I don’t know what kind of validation you seek, but I personally think everything about your performance was perfect.”

Yours. I only want your validation.

Slowly, the darkness in his mind begins to disperse, replaced by this warm beam of light piercing through the clouds. It settles in his mind like a blanket, protecting him from any more bad thoughts. He thinks it’s because of you, bringing light wherever you go. Can that light be shared with him? Will he glow from the inside out if he connects his lips with yours? Why does he want to lock lips with you?

“Jeongguk, are you okay? You look like you’re floating in the clouds again.”

Yeah. No. I want to press my lips against yours. Can I?

Three knocks sound from the door. And then: room service!

Jeongguk clears his throat (and his mind along with it.)

“Do you want to explore New York with me after we have breakfast?”

Jeongguk might want more, and he might be ready to admit it. After all, the light to his darkness is here. If not now, then when?

“Sure, it’ll be a fun best friend adventure!”

…maybe some other time.

a/n: thank you for reading! i'm planning to have a part 3 of this but let's see if i can actually find the time to write it ahah

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preciouschimine · 3 months

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catching morning ghosts | jjk

plot | Before leaving the beach house, one of yours and Jungkook's friends caught something unbelievable.

words | 1.8k+

genres | fluff, crack, secret relationship au, established relationship au, friends to lovers au

pairing | jungkook x reader

note | finished writing this while watching bangbangcon earlier. oh, I miss my ot7 so much! anyway enjoy reading! finale is coming!

main masterlist | drabble series masterlist

It was an early morning on the beach.

The distant sound of ocean waves plays as background music while Blaire and Jenny both clean up around the bonfire you guys set up last night. They were the earliest to wake up so they decided to do the cleaning while waiting for the others. It was agreed that you guys would go home on Sunday morning to rest at your own homes before going busy again.

“Oh, god. I think I drank too much last night.” Jenny groaned as she picked up an empty can of beer. “I don’t remember how I even got into my room.”

Blaire laughed, “Jen, you didn’t. You somehow ended up sleeping on the kitchen floor, you scared the hell out of Dara! Wooshik had to carry you up to your room.”

Jenny scratched the back of her head. She definitely doesn’t remember any of that. The last thing she did that she can recall clearly is handing you your third can of beer while singing along to some song Jungkook plays on Wooshik’s guitar. She can also recall Dara casually leaning on Wooshik while chatting with Blaire.

“What time is it?” Jenny turned to Blaire after they finished cleaning within a few minutes.

Blaire checks her phone, “It’s almost 7:30. They still have like half an hour.”

“Oh, okay. I’ll just go get my bags and maybe check on the others too.”

Blaire nods and Jenny goes back inside the house. Before going straight to her room, Jenny began knocking on everyone’s door. For her first victim, she knocked on Wooshik’s door. It took exactly four knocks before Jenny heard, “I’m already awake!”. With that, she moved to Dara’s, who quickly opened the door.

“Oh, good morning.” Dara greeted her. The youngest in your group was already prepared to leave and all freshened up. She was just putting on her favorite earrings when Jenny knocked. “Is everyone ready?”

Jenny chuckled, “Actually, you’re the first one to open the door.”

“I thought Wooshik’s up already?” Dara asked. “He messaged me like minutes ago.”

“Yeah, he is. But he didn’t open the door. I still haven’t checked on YN and JK.” she explained.

“Oh, okay… Anyway, you go check on them. I’ll make us coffee after I’m done with my bags.” Dara offers, earning a nod from Jenny.

As Dara closed her door, Jenny moved on to Jungkook’s door. And it seems like one, two, three couple of knocks are not enough as she hasn’t got any response from him. So, Jenny called his name while continuously knocking.

“Jungkook?”

You groaned as you shifted in your sleep. Eyes still closed, you snuggled closer to the familiar warmth you can feel next to you. Inhaling his scent, your head lays on his chest comfortably while he holds your back.

“Jungkook?”

After another call of his name, you tapped softly on Jungkook’s chest, whispering, “Babe.”

“Hmm?” Jungkook simply hummed in response.

“Jenny. Door.”

With how cozy and half-asleep you two are, you were too lazy to get up and have proper sentences in your conversation. You kept your eyes closed, comfortable on his skin, even though you wanted him to answer the door. Jungkook didn’t get up immediately either. As soon as he opens his eyes, he plants a kiss on the top of your head. You slowly moved your head and looked up at him, already with a smile on your lips.

“Whatever, I’m checking on YN then.”

“Ow!”

Your eyes widened. Jungkook panicked and fell on the wooden floor since he was lying on the edge of the bed. His fall resulted in a thud noise. Shocked, you covered your mouth while your boyfriend rushed to go get to the door. With his butt still feeling a little numb, Jungkook opened the door, covering any chance that Jenny might see who is the other person inside. He had to cross his arms over his chest as he didn’t get the chance to put his shirt he left on the floor.

“Oh, hey, Jen.” Jungkook greeted her, trying to be as casual as he could.

Your best friend’s brows furrowed. She can feel something strange with this messy-haired guy in front of her, but she cannot just point it out. Plus, she heard that thud.

Nonetheless, she tried to shake it off, clearing her throat, “Uh, we’re leaving at 8.”

“Oh, yeah. Of course– I’ll go prepare. And my stuff too. That too.”

Jungkook’s tongue was rambling with words and all you can do is listen on his bed while you watch his back conversing with your lovely best friend, who you wish is not suspicious of any of this.

“Okay, you go do that. I’ll wake up YN–”

“Wait!”

Jenny was ready to knock on your door next to Jungkook’s but your boyfriend stopped her. Knowing that no one would answer those knocks since you are obviously nowhere there, Jungkook cuts her off.

“I’ll do that.”

“Why?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh… uh… you know… since we’re leaving in the same car, I can help her with her bags.” Jungkook tries to reason out.

“I know that, Jungkook. I’m just gonna wake her up,” she replied, still finding Jungkook’s actions a little strange.

“But she–”

Ping! A notification sound interrupted their weird conversation. Jenny checked her phone in her hand and immediately saw a text message from you.

From YN

i’m up! no need to check on me. i can literally hear u and jk outside. lemme just take a quick shower.

After reading that, Jenny looked at Jungkook and showed him your text message. It was like someone lifted the weights on Jungkook’s chest as he can breathe better now with your solution.

“I’ll go get my bags then. Don’t go back to bed, okay?” Jenny told him before leaving for her room.

You watched as your boyfriend sighed while closing the door behind him. He picked up his shirt and put it on before sitting on the bed. You scooched closer to him and hugged him.

“That was painful to watch.” you giggled.

His shoulders fell, “We should really tell them about us soon.”

“Yeah, maybe when we get back to the city? I think Wooshik knows already,” you said

“Huh? Why?” he asked, turning his head to you.

“He literally called me Princess last night when I was taking photos of Bam.”

“He did?” he asked and you nodded. Unexpectedly, he wrapped you in an embrace, making you two fall back on the soft mattress of the bed, “No one gets to call you that except me!”

You simply laughed at that. You two ended up cuddling on the bed for no more than five minutes before you tapped him again to let you go so you could finally go back to your room.

“I should go change before we go,” you whispered.

Jungkook agreed, lifting his arm on your waist. He would usually request for five more minutes but he knew that your friends were already up. He followed behind you as you walked to the door. Just when you opened the door, Jungkook pulled you into him, immediately leaning down to peck your lips. He sees your lips form into a smile as he pulls away.

“Can’t let you start your day without a morning kiss,” he mumbled.

“Of course–”

“Guys?”

Two hearts dropped on the floor. You and Jungkook snapped your heads to the side where you heard someone say something. You instantly meet eyes with Dara, who’s currently frozen in place. Her bags fell from her hands when she witnessed you and Jungkook kissing. You two let go of each other, taking a few steps away for more space in between.

“Oh, hey, Dara?” you chuckled awkwardly. “Good morning?”

“Yeah, good morning, Dara.” Jungkook greeted her two, scratching his hair.

It took your innocent friend a few more seconds before processing everything. Her index finger points to you two as if asking if you and Jungkook are together. She was speechless, to say the least. Both of you nodded slowly. You raised your index finger in front of your lips before saying,

“Please?”

As soon as she understood it, Dara nodded, “O-Okay. I’ll go make coffee.”

Even though she was still confused and surprised about everything, Dara walked down the stairs with her things to remove herself from this awkward situation. Left alone, you and Jungkook looked at each other before you walked back to your room.

“Hi, Bam… What are you doing outside, buddy?”

Jenny was putting her bag in the trunk of Blaire’s car when she spotted Bam walking towards her, bringing something in his mouth. She was petting his head when she noticed it.

“What’s that?”

She leaned down and reached for that something in between Bam’s teeth. It did not take long for her to identify what it was. Her eyes widened as she held the plain green string bikini top in front of her face.

“Jen, what’s that?” Blaire, who just walked out of the beach house with a cup of coffee in her hand, asked. “Whose bikini is that?”

“I… don’t know. It’s like something Bam saw in the sand there.” Jenny replied, dumbfounded.

“Hmm. No one really stayed here except us.” Blaire said.

As if on cue, you and Jungkook walk out of the house with your bags to put them in his Jeep. Even though you were the one who let Bam out of the house earlier, you are unaware he brought a gift for everyone. You greeted Bam as he followed behind you to Jungkook’s car. That’s when you felt Jenny looking at you.

“What’s going on?”

“Bam brought this.” Jenny showed the green bikini, slinging in her finger.

Your eyes widened, immediately recognized what it was. It was yours. But you lost it last night after going to a quick night swimming with your boyfriend. Since it was already dark, you two had a hard time looking for your top after you got off the water. Jungkook let you wear his shirt instead before you sneaked back to the beach house.

“Oh, it’s YN’s,” Jungkook replied casually while organizing the bags. You almost shut him off.

“How… did you know?” your best friend asked. Her suspicions about Jungkook from earlier are just growing.

You watched as Jungkook stopped what he was doing and thought for a second. “Uh, I heard her complaining about losing something.”

Jenny looks at you for confirmation. You nodded and took the said piece of clothing from her.

“That’s right. Thank you, Jen. I probably left it on my room’s floor or somewhere.” you reasoned out nervously.

Although she squinted her eyes for a quick second, Jenny didn’t say anything and left you and Jungkook alone. Instantly after that, Jungkook chuckled. You glared at him in exchange.

‘I swear I’ll never go skinny dipping with you again.”

He lowered his sunglasses, “I doubt that, Princess.”

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a summer fashion choice | jjk

plot | This summer heat got you and your friends to enjoy your day at Blaire's beach house in the ocean. While everyone suits in their swimwear, your friends wonder why Jungkook your secret boyfriend is wearing a high-neck shirt.

words | 2.7k+

genres | fluff, crack, secret relationship au, established relationship au, friends to lovers au

pairing | jungkook x reader

note | they are just getting sloppier and sloppier atp 🥴 anyway, enjoy reading!! let me know ur thoughts 🫶

main masterlist | drabble series masterlist

“Look at him, all focused on his laptop and work.”

Jenny rested her elbows on the white sand while turning her head to the beach house. Specifically on its porch, where your secret boyfriend types eagerly on his keyboard while answering a call through his Airpod. His eyes were focused on his screen and you swore you could see the gears in his head turning at a rapid pace. You thought he could enjoy this weekend but he got a call after you had breakfast with everyone this morning. You sighed, shaking your head.

“I heard he is working for a possible promotion.”

“Yeah, but we are on vacation right now,” Dara replied while putting on some sunscreen on her arms.

Your two friends shifted their conversation to other things. But your gaze remained on Jungkook. You watch Blaire approach him after his call, softly patting his back. She points out to the ocean while talking to him. Jungkook chuckles and shakes his head. Blaire walked away, also shaking her head with a smile. Even though she wore dark aviator sunglasses that matched her lace cover-up, you felt like she was looking at you. You confirmed it when she sat beside you.

“That guy cannot stop working after we had breakfast. Next time that I’m bringing you all here at the beach house, I am confiscating your gadgets,” she spoke out.

“Geez! Mom, relax.” Jenny exhaled exaggeratedly like a teenager, making you and Dara giggle. “You should check on your other kid though.”

She pulled down her sunglasses and pointed her finger to the other side of the beach. Wooshik, whose body is buried underneath a large amount of sand, has been shooing Bam away, who is licking his face.

“Who the hell spread peanut butter on his face?!” Blaire laughed.

Dara raised her hand, “It was my idea. But we all smeared it on his face.”

You nodded, remembering that you were also the one who called Bam to first smell your friend’s face. The sand was too heavy on his body that Wooshik could not even raise his hand to push Bam away. By the time he was able to get off the sand, his face was already shiny clean with your dog’s drool.

“Hey!”

You all stood up to run when Wooshik threw sand directed at your area. Bam ran behind you and your friends, laughing and playing on the seashore. You don’t know who ran towards the ocean first but you, Blaire, Dara, and Jenny worked all together to splash water against Wooshik. It did not last long as your arms got tired and you asked for a truce.

“Oh, no. Bam, baby, stay there!”

You quickly ran from the salt water when you noticed your dog running in your direction. Thankfully, you met him halfway, just when he was about to take a step into the waters. That was when you decided to sit with him on the sand. You two watched your friends playing in the water. You were smiling until you remembered your boyfriend who was wasting this day with his laptop. That’s when you pick up your sheer white wrap skirt and tie it around your hips. You also attached Bam’s leash to him again, just to make sure he won’t run away from you.

“Let’s go, Bam.”

Barefoot, you strolled on the warm sand on your way. Even though it was close to the afternoon, you still find the heat endurable to enjoy the beach.

“Hey…” you softly smiled at him.

“Hey.” he was typing on his laptop when he responded.

You pulled one of the vacant seats around the small table and sat on it. You noticed a little thick compilation of papers on the table. You wondered if he planned to do his job here today since he had all of these back in his car.

“Babe…” you called him with a careful tone.

He threw a short glance at you before reading something on the paper, “Yes, princess?”

“You know that today is Saturday, right?” you told him while Bam sniffed your resting hand.

“Yes. But I forgot that I was supposed to do this last night and I didn’t because we drove here.” he reasoned. “And I need to pass this–”

“When is the deadline?” you cut him off, knowing that he is just doing this all for a reason.

“It’s…” he paused, looking back at you while biting his inner cheek. He knows that you know why he was doing this. So, he cannot tell lies even if he wants to. “It’s two weeks from now.”

You leaned back in the chair while crossing your arms, “You know what I am going to say, right?”

He nods his head, “But they will announce the promotion soon and if I pass this report earlier than others, I might–”

“You might end up really tired and overworked.” you cut him off again. This time, sounding more serious. “You have a deadline for a reason. Plus, we came here to enjoy this weekend. You still have time to do that when we get back to the city.”

“But I want to pass this report as soon as possible.” he firmly said, undeterred.

“Okay, whatever you say.” You gave up, getting up.

The moment you said that Jungkook instantly felt the shift in the air. Your back is already turned to him as you walk back to the house. His chest tightened and it’s like something is stuck in his throat. Before he can even call your name again to talk, Bam barked next to him. As if he knows his dad did something wrong.

Might as well go read a book or watch something, you thought.

Admittedly, you were annoyed that Jungkook is firm about doing that report here, especially when he said that it’s still due in the next week. Usually, you understand him being this workaholic since he has been aiming for that promotion. But it’s not like you will get to go here again next weekend.

You searched around the room for that book you brought with you. Under the bed, under the sheets, and even your luggage. Surely, you brought it with you. You remembered reading it before Jungkook sneaked into your room last night. While looking on the bed again, you heard a couple of knocks on your door.

Busy, you only said, “It’s unlocked.”

That’s when Jungkook steps into your room. He noticed your scrunched eyebrows when you looked at him after looking under a pillow. His heartbeats fastened as he slowly closed the door behind him. You were busy searching for something and he was about to ask but then your expression changed after looking under the other pillow. Finally, you looked at him, holding the book to your chest.

“Where’s Bam?”

“I left him with Blaire. She took him with her on the sand.” Jungkook took a step closer.

You acted naive, walking to the other side of the room where your luggage was left open. You began cleaning up the mess you made while looking for the book.

“Are you done with your report?” you asked without even looking at him.

“No.”

You didn’t say anything and neither did he. So after zipping up your stuff, you have already decided to leave and read outside. But you wanted to freshen up first. You looked at yourself in front of the mirror, ignoring your boyfriend who sat quietly on the bed but obviously watching you. You meet his eyes through the mirror.

“Then, what are you still doing here, Jungkook?”

No babe? Or even Kook? Jungkook frowned, getting up behind you. He wrapped his arms around your waist before resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Princess…” his tone was pleading. “I’m sorry.”

With how close his warm breath on your ear, it sends shivers all over your body. You wonder how did the temperature get high gradually, almost matching the heat outside. You tried to keep your composure, not breaking any expression on your face while you asked him again.

“For what?”

Gently, Jungkook turns you around to directly face him. His hands were still on your waist and the space between you two was almost nonexistent. You looked straight into his eyes while clenching your jaw.

“I’m sorry that I’m working during the weekends and I pissed you off when you just want me to enjoy this day,” he said, almost a whisper.

At that point, you already lost yourself. Your gaze went from his eyes down to his lips when he began speaking. After you realized what were you doing, you looked at him.

“I’ll accept that apology if you tell me you won’t be doing any work for the rest of our time here.”

He raised his left hand and stood like a true follower, “I promise that I will not do any reports while we’re here.”

Jungkook waited for you to say something but you simply ran your hands through his hair. You softly massage his scalp with your fingertips just like what you usually do when you know he’s tired or when you two shower together. You figured he was enjoying your thing when his eyes closed as his hold on your waist tightened. Your eyebrow raised before tugging on his hair, causing Jungkook to groan.

“Just… enjoy,” you mumbled.

Jungkook nods, slowly opening his eyes, and the first thing he sees is that little smirk on your lips. He smiled while wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You were the first one to lean in and make your lips meet. But as you were about to pull away, Jungkook held you firmer, deepening the kiss. You once again tugged on his hair. He responded with a soft moan. The kiss became more passionate. You two moved in sync, moving closer to the bed, without breaking the kiss. You straddle him. The next thing you know, your lips were tracing kisses on his jawline down to his neck. Lost in the moment, Jungkook tilts his head back. You move your hips slightly, earning another groan from him.

“Everyone’s outside?” you asked in between kisses.

“Mhm…” he hummed “Princess…”

You mindlessly began sucking the skin just below his jawline. He gasped, his hand squeezing your thigh gently. You did it a couple of times more before you pulled away and were about to reach and untie your top from the back when you noticed the dark bruise forming on his neck.

“Oh, shit,” you murmured.

Jungkook opened his eyes, “Why?”

You look at him with a look of guilt on your face. You were trying not to smile, pursing your lips. He tried to stop you from getting up from him but you pulled him to the mirror.

“What– Fuck.” Jungkook cursed while tracing the hickeys you left on his neck. “That’s a lot, Princess.”

You were trying so hard not to laugh, “I’m sorry.”

Jungkook was about to speak when you heard knocks on your door. Your eyes widened.

“Come out, lovebirds. We’re having barbecues outside for lunch.” Blaire spoke.

You and your boyfriend looked at each other, silently asking each other what to do with the obvious bruises on his neck.

“Tell me, why the fuck is your boyfriend wearing a turtleneck in this burning weather?”

After having lunch, you and your friends went back to the beach to play volleyball. You take turns cooking the remaining barbecues and playing. You and Blaire were sitting on the side when she asked you that question. Her tone was not even asking, just genuinely curious and you understand. Because it is really weird why someone would wear a turtleneck shirt on the beach. Worse, it’s not even the swimwear type. It’s cotton material.

Unfortunately, that’s the only remedy you and Jungkook can think of earlier. You cannot really think of any answer so you were relieved when Dara sat next to you guys. You tapped Blaire, asking her to keep her lips sealed.

“I hate playing with those competitive players,” Dara said, referring to Jenny, Wooshik, and Jungkook.

You and Blaire laughed, offering her a drink instead. Jenny was playing alone against the two guys. Her competitive nature naturally takes on every time the ball is served to her side. You and the others just cheered for her on the side, chanting her name. You all cheered louder when Jenny got another win.

“See? I told you, you can’t move properly with that shirt.” Wooshik grunted at his best friend.

Jungkook fought back, “I am literally the MVP of this team. Four out of five points came from me.”

You laughed at their immatureness whenever they were together. Jenny asked for time out and you gave her a glass of iced tea. The guys followed, getting their barbecue and drink.

“Why are you even wearing that? We’re on a beach.” Dara asked.

Jungkook took a glance at you before replying, “I… I got bad insect bites.”

Wooshik, who quietly caught that, asked, “Where? On your neck?”

“Y-Yeah.”

“Oh, I brought a cream for that!” Dara began searching through her beach bag. “Here!”

Jungkook awkwardly accepted the small tube Dara handed him, “Thanks.”

“You should put it now. It relieves the bite almost instantly,” she added.

“Oh, okay. I’ll put it later when I’m back in my room.” he reasoned.

“Why not now?” Wooshik squinted his eyes.

It didn’t help that your other friends also encouraged him to put it now. You remained quiet, gulping your drink until there was nothing left.. Jungkook can tell that you ran out of ideas too.

“Well, okay…” he sighed. Fuck it.

He removed his shirt and his friends almost had the same reaction as soon as he got his shirt over his head.

“Oh… Oh.”

Dara has her eyes wide open, staring at the insect bites. Her lips were formed into a small o. Jenny was confused, lines forming between her brows as she scanned his neck. Wooshik choked on something and was coughing for a good ten seconds. Blaire was covering her lips, obviously hiding a smile on her face. And the insect herself, you, looked away when you met his eyes.

“What?” Jungkook broke the silence. “It’s bad, I know.”

Jenny cleared her throat, “What… what insect bit you again?”

“I-I don’t know. I just saw them after I finished doing my workloads earlier.” he lied.

“I’m sorry but why does it look like hickeys?” Dara giggled.

“Dara!” Blaire scolded her.

Then, Wooshik joined, asking, “But is it though?”

“It’s not!” Jungkook exclaimed. “I-It’s actually kinda itchy.”

“It looks bad…” you awkwardly commented, just to break off your personal silence.

You feel bad seeing him cornered like this but embarrassed at the same time with your artwork on his neck. Jungkook turned his head to you with his eyes narrowing.

“I know, YN. That’s what I said.”

His tone seems a little annoyed and you totally understand why. Although this isn’t the first time you gave him love bites, you managed to hide it before.

“Then, you should totally put that cream Dara gave you.” you remind him about the said cream in his hand.

“After you put that, let’s go back to playing,” Wooshik told everyone. He then turned to his best friend, “And you keep your shirt off. The hickeys– I mean, those bites are gonna be fine.”

The sun was already setting when your friends decided to go back to the house. You decided to stay for a little longer on the shore to take pictures of Bam. Jungkook got back the house too to get his camera.

“Bam, look at here!” you tried to get Bam’s attention.

You were so focused on taking pictures that you didn’t notice Wooshik returning to look for his slippers.

“Do you want me to take pictures of you and Bam?” he asked.

You turned around, “Oh, it’s fine. Just Bam.”

He nods before turning his back, “Okay, Princess.”

You paused, confused, “What did you call me?”

“Princess?” Wooshik faced you and the first thing you noticed was that stupid smile on his face. “Oh, I thought you like being called that.”

Speechless, you just shook your head. Wooshik chuckled at your answer. A mix of confusion and surprise was painted all over your face.

“Okay, don’t stay out here for too long. You might get insect bites. Just like Jungkook.” he reminded you before running back to the house.

You rolled your eyes, whispering, “He knows.”

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