#awkward bun kook

[nochukoo97]

boyfriend drabbles (pt.32)

pairing: jungkook x oc

summary: the one where you miss jungkook’s long hair and he drags you to go hiking

word count: 1.4k+

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“Hi baby,” You jump at the voice that calls out right behind you, head whipping to the back as your eyes widen at the sudden voice.

But a relieved sigh escapes your mouth as you spot Jungkook boyishly smiling down at you, his earrings catch your attention as they sway slightly as he shuffles.

“You scared me,” You frown, reaching back to poke a finger at his chest. Jungkook only hums with a smile, he takes his time to admire your state, glasses perched on the bridge of your nose, your tablet in front of you filled with notes, your hair pulled into a bun.

“Wanted to surprise you, are you not happy to see your boyfriend?” He teases you, leaning down to peck your cheek as he wraps his arms around you from behind.

“I am,” You sheepishly admit, chasing his lips to get a proper kiss this time, “Was thinking about you the whole day,”

“Yeah?” Jungkook untangles himself from you, walking over to plop next to you on the couch, the sudden weight pulling your body down a bit as you giggle, “Wanna watch something together?”

“Mm, but I have to finish this first Kook,” You hum, eyes advert back to the screen as you scrutinise your handwriting, scribbles etched all over your lecture notes, showing your half-asleep self taking notes.

“But I think you need a break,” He takes the tablet out of your grasp and settles it down on the coffee table in front of you.

“Baby, give me five more minutes-” Without finishing your sentence, Jungkook settles himself comfortably with his head in your lap, his own hand reaching out for yours as he guides you to stroke his hair.

You sigh, but your hands continue to card through his hair, pausing when you come to a realisation:

You miss his long hair terribly.

“Your hair is so short now,” Your hands gently smooth through his head, as your boyfriend peers up at your pouty face.

“Didn’t you say you missed my short hair last week? That’s why I got it cut baby,” His eyebrows furrow at your sudden sullenness.

“I did miss your short hair, now I miss your long hair”

He snorts from below you, his hands reaching towards yours to urge you to continue carding your fingers through his hair.

“What should I do with you huh?” He chuckles, finding the whole situation amusing from how affected you seemed to be over the length of his hair.

“I just miss all of you,” You sulk, “You look hot with your short hair but you also look cute with your long hair, but you look both cute and hot at the same time with either,”

Jungkook laughs at your ramble, “Maybe it’s time to invest in a wig,”

“Don’t be silly,” You grumble, “The only wig we have is that stupid clown wig you used to scare me on halloween,” You frown as you recall how Jungkook had hidden in your bathroom and scared the living hell out of you.

He may or may not have made you cry out of shock, but that’s only for you and him to know anyways.

“Then what if I miss your short hair?” He teases you, fully knowing you’d be annoyed by his teasing.

“Jungkook!” You scold him, pulling your hands away from his head as he sulks at the loss of contact.

“I never want to be reminded of that ever again,” You groan, hands running over your face as you recall the tormenting moment where you had impulsively cut your own hair mid-pandemic with Jungkook at home.

Only for the haircut to turn out uneven and at a weird and awkward length at your shoulders.

“But we cut it together! It’s a bonding moment,” He sits up, facing you as you sigh.

“Maybe I should give you an uneven cut too and then we can talk about this,” Another grumble leaves your mouth.

“Okay Miss-Grumpy, let’s watch a show now,” He gives you an affectionate peck on the forehead, which you weren’t going to lie, calmed you down.

“We’re watching Nailed It! today,” You tell him, and upon hearing the words come out of your mouth, Jungkook starts whining.

“Baby, we’ve finished that show! Let’s watch another show,” He clicks onto your netflix profile, snorting to himself at the name you’ve chosen: jungkooksrealwife123

It may have been a little spite back at all the other “jungkook’s girlfriend/wife” accounts online, but you’ve never specifically told him anyways.

“Kook, there’s different seasons to it, we have to watch the christmas one,” You grab the remote from him to start finding the particular series, but your boyfriend isn’t impressed.

“I swear, they all mess up on purpose, it’s so hard to watch someone burn a whole cake or spill the batter everywhere,”

“But you secretly like it,”

He keeps quiet because you’re right, he secretly enjoys watching you giggle at the TV when someone makes a silly mistake, or the way your mouth parts in awe when someone does something cool, Jungkook doesn’t mind sitting through a bunch of people spilling and burning stuff if it makes you happy.

Jungkook also may or may not have stayed up even after you had fallen asleep, to continue watching the series, but you didn’t need to know about that anyways.

-

“Psst,”

“Baby wake up”

“Hello?”

You’re ignoring whatever is trying to wake you up from your slumber, your eyelids feel heavy, the dream you were in slowly fading away.

“No,” Your voice is scratchy as you turn away from the voice, pulling up your blanket to hide away from Jungkook.

“Come on, you need to wake up now,” He whispers so close to your ear that his breath fans onto your skin, tickling you ever so slightly.

“Ticklish,” You whine, cowering away from him, hoping your boyfriend would give you ten more minutes, although you might have asked for ten more minutes half an hour ago.

“You promise we’d go on a hike today,” His voice drags out as you feel your boyfriend’s hands snaking under your figure, easily lifting you up from the comfort of your bed.

“Put me down! I’ll get up soon,” You smack his chest, with not much effort, but it doesn’t do anything to him.

It takes Jungkook a bit of effort to get you to wash up and change to get ready, but the fact that it was almost 6am in the morning, you definitely weren’t a morning person.

“Let’s go,” He hums, watching your still half-asleep figure trudge across the living room to put on your socks.

Jungkook has a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he notices a strand of hair left untied, or the faint lines on your cheek from when you were sleeping, the way you specifically looked for your christmas socks, even though it wasn’t even christmas yet.

He could live in this moment forever, simply just admiring you, as you.

-

“Slow down,” You’re panting, contemplating your decision to join Jungkook, who is literally almost twice your size from how much muscle he has.

“Baby we need to speed up if we want to catch the sunrise,” He grabs onto your arm and attempts to get you to keep up with his pace, but you’re exhausted, sweating from the sweltering heat.

“I can’t, I’m literally going to die of heatstroke,”

Jungkook halts in his steps and whips his head to look at you, and you realised that he took your words seriously by the look of concern on his face.

“Okay sorry, maybe I was exaggerating,” You smile sheepishly at him, Jungkook only huffs in relief, almost contemplating on carrying you back down and driving you to the nearest clinic.

Maybe he was being a little overprotective but that’s just how much he worries for you.

“Piggyback?” He wipes the sweat of your forehead with a towel as you grimace, feeling sticky and gross.

“Okay,”

Your strong boyfriend carries you the rest of the way, and you’re wondering why you didn’t think of doing this earlier.

-

“Holy shit,” Your jaw drops when Jungkook gently puts you down, revealing a sunrise, hues of pink, orange and yellow paint the sky, it’s almost unbelievable.

“Worth it right?” He muses next to you, settling down on the grass before gesturing for you to do the same.

“So worth it,” You whisper, too awed to even speak properly, your heart swells at the moment, taking in everything.

“I love you,”

You turn to face him now, Jungkook has the biggest love-strucked expression on his face, making you smile so widely your cheek hurts. Oh, Jungkook, making you fall for him day after day.

“I love you too,” You lean in to kiss him, the butterflies flutter once again in your stomach, like you’re kissing him again for the first time.

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[bunnybubae]

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Oh My God, They Were (Quarantined) Roommates by @ot7always 💜

Summary: What do you do when you’re quarantined for months on end with Jeon Jungkook - S tier cuddler, workout robot, and thirst trap extraordinaire? Fuck him, you guess.

Warnings: *takes deep breath* soft dom!Jungkook, sub!reader, dirty talk, vibrator use, fingering, size kink, hair pulling, pussy slapping, degradation, praise, unprotected sex, overstimulation, creampie, multiple orgasms, cum-eating, oral (m&f receiving), marking, spanking, face-fucking, rough sex, morning sex, soft sex, body worship, teasing, rimming, ass-eating, anal fingering, butt plug use, anal sex, cumshot, aftercare (don’t stress, this isn’t all one scene.

—hot boy bummer. (m) by @jungkxook 💜

Summary: when jungkook offers you a proposition of just sex, no strings attached, how can you possibly say no? after all, what are best friends for?

Warnings: kind of a crack fic, sprinkle of angst, way too casual conversations mid-sex, jealous jungkook, slight himbo jungkook tbh (he’s kind of a sweet loveable idiot), he also has a big dick oops, man bun and blonde jungkook to feed my fantasies!, multiple smut scenes!!!, missionary, dry humping, oral sex (m receiving), face fucking, unprotected sex, slight degradation (mostly jungkook hating himself), brief name calling, light choking, sort of praise kink.

I Heard a Rumor. jjk by @taeshobipop 💜

Summary: One slip of a finger, and you realize you’ve liked an Insta photo of college hotshot Jeon Jungkook…from two years ago. You manage to unlike it within seconds, except it’s too late — Damn Kim Namjoon and his lightning-fast eyes. Do not tell a soul, you hiss. The man merely smirks. Next thing you know, a rumor is spread throughout campus. Y/n likes Jungkook…and now he knows.

Warnings: spitting (y/n has a spitting kink don’t ask idk what i was thinking pls it’s not that bad), protected sex, fingering, making out, a little grinding, frat party, alcohol consumption, Namjoon is very unhelpful.

It Takes Two by @junghelioseok 💜

Summary: You don't need retrospect to tell you that dating a coworker was a bad idea. Two months after your breakup, he seems to have moved on to someone new━and quite happily. If his social media is to be believe. Meanwhile, the one new thing in your life is your roommate, Jungkook, who seems nice enough. Just nice enough to coax into coming to your company's annual holiday party, and more than handsome enough to show off a little bit. Or, as it turns out, a lot.

Warnings: slow burn, one (1) awkward boner, tatted!kook, long-haired!kook, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, jk's big dick, squirting.

By Its Cover (M) by @gimmesumsuga 💜

Summary: The one where Jungkook makes a horrifically bad first impression. 

Warnings: Jungkook is actually an absolute sweetheart.  Smut; kissing, handjobs, fingering and unprotected penetrative sex. 

Blizzard (M) by @curly-bangtan 💜

Summary: When a blizzard hits your town, you and your shy awkward roommate are forced to spend time together, not being able to leave the house due to the strong snowstorm. To make matters worse, the power gets cut in the middle of his shower. Which also means no heating.

Warnings: bit of a slow burner, vanilla!Jungkook, virgin!reader, dry humping, penetrative sex, fingering, oral (m receiving), losing virginity, shy soft boy Koo with a crush and a noona kink, your heart could possibly burst from how cute he is.

Liars and Fire (M) by @kpopfanfictrash 💜

Summary: It’s been nearly a year since your divorce was finalized. Why, then, do you still find yourself falling into bed with your ex?

Warnings (Smut): oral (female receiving), some nipple play, fingering, delayed/withheld orgasms.

Warnings (Other): mentions of miscarriage, mentions of therapy, slight jealousy from jungkook.

L is for Lunacy (M) by @kpopfanfictrash 💜

Summary: After two years of being sworn enemies (and 42,000 words of shenanigans), you and Jungkook had finally begun dating. As it turned out though, dating wasn’t any easier than coming up with the perfect witty retort to wipe the smirk from his face. When you came to the first Big Decision of the relationship, it was honestly anyone’s guess as to how things would go.  

Warnings: handcuffs (male + female), oral (male + female), very explicit dirty talk, degradation, semi-public making out, spanking, condom-less sex, cum play, things get soft (except Jungkook’s dick). Seokjin randomly procures invitations to formal events; no one really knows how.

How to Get a Guy. jjk [1] - [2] by @taeshobipop 💜

Summary: Star basketball player Jeon Jungkook has a reputation as the ultimate fuckboi. He’s loved by everyone. Everyone. And you would have followed suit if he had not broken all your strict Roommate Rules™ within the first week of his stay. Jungkook, on the other hand, thinks you’re absolutely bizarre. But there’s a silver lining — Mr. Fuckboi here knows basketball captain Min Yoongi, your dreadfully clueless crush. He strikes up a deal with you: he’ll teach you the ways of flirting if you lessen your load of rules (so Jungkook can continue perusing his way through the ladies on campus). Yet the longer Jungkook spends with you, the more he realizes that maybe he doesn’t want to be the campus fuckboi anymore. The problem is, how does he prove that to you?

Warnings: protected sex, oral (f. receiving), handjob through clothes??, cumming in pants :D, slow burn, a lot of making out, titty sucking, cursing, alcohol consumption from parties, drug (weed) consumption (but not main pairing), marking with nails (not from y/n tho omg), jk sleeps around, and he’s a basketball player oof, honestly jk and y/n are just hella confused.

What's mine is mine by @avveh 💜

Summary: You caught his eye from day one. As far as Jungkook was concerned, you were always meant to be his.

Warnings: Jealous behavior, possessive streaks (a lot…), masturbation, sexting, phone sex, elements of D/S, rough sex, slight impregnating kink, breathplay, degrading names, and copious amounts of dirty talk in general, continued disregard for safe sex THAT SHOULD NOT BE COPIED.

one morning stand (m) by @rendaze 💜

Summary: in which you and jungkook have one night stands with roommates and happen to be sneaking out at the same time.

Warning: don’t be fooled by the first half being fluff lmao; rough sex, a lot of dirty talk (jk will not shut up), heavy degradation (use of ‘slut’, ‘whore’, etc.), consensual slut-shaming (reader is into it), exhibitionism, cumplay, cum swallowing, unprotected sex, breeding kink, reader gets tied up at one point.

Ember Burning (M) by @kpopfanfictrash 💜

Summary: The dragon riders of Duret Ghal are known across the continent; fierce warriors who take to the skies on their leashed, winged beasts. You are the last Dragon Queen of Ashya, ruler of a dying species who can transform from human to Dragon at will. When a new foe emerges which threatens both Dragon and rider alike, you find yourself forced to broker peace with your former enemy. The King of Duret Ghal, and a dragon rider himself: Jeon Jungkook.

NSFW Warnings: oral (male and female), nipple play, fingering, multiple orgasms, big cock, dirty talk, hair pulling (her to him).... tattooed, man-bun jungkook who has a big sword.

Trigger Warnings: somewhat graphic depiction of a shoulder injury.

stars behind waves | jjk (m) by @taegularities 💜

Summary: With a decade’s distance between Jungkook and you, your paths cross on the same island you deemed your second home years ago. And you realise once again – the ocean can never compare to the twinkle in his starry eyes.

Warnings: so so much yearning and pining, gentle fuckboy jk cos i’ve no control over myself, a bit of jealousy, the first kiss, arguments/fighting, unresolved issues, heartbreak, angry confessions; explicit sexual content: making out, asking for permission, dom & big dick jk, handjob in the shower, oral (m. & f. receiving), some clit slapping, some biting, squirting, jk loves her tits... and her ass even more, fingering, protected sex, soft and rough sex, body worship !!, jk is SUCHHH a goner, he comes on her ass, aftercare, praises; so many emotions; lmk if i forgot smth!

The Present by @btssmutgalore 💜

Summary: Your best friend’s boyfriend Jungkook has a special wish for his birthday—you. This maybe wouldn't be such a problem if you weren't into him since the day you'd met him.

Warnings: MFF threesome, oral (M and F receiving), same-sex kissing, unprotected sex (always wrap it, folks), a lot of dirty talk, weird relationship dynamics, extremely mature

ruin you | kth & jjk (m) | masterpost by @taegularities 💜

"it started with a gentle spark and harmless gazes; but by now, you’re caught in a wildfire that will expand until you’re burned inside and out."

Summary of the first part: His eyes hold unfathomable darkness that lures you in, captures your very soul, steals any air you are trying to draw. And you know without a doubt that you're on the path to utter and irrevocable ruination.

Warnings of the first part: explicit sexual content, dom!taehyung, switch!reader (but mostly sub), switch!jungkook, blindfolding, some bondage (reader gets tied up), wax play, lots of dirty talk, oral (f. & m. receiving), fingering, kinda praise kink, rough sex, messy sex, unprotected sex (you know it folks, be careful), like one spank?, light choking, breast play, cuckolding/voyeurism kinda (yes - jungkook is into watching), swearing, y/n probably can’t walk the next day and she loves it, threesome (obviously)

idealizations concerning real life relations | jjk (m) by @venusiangguk 💜

Summary: jungkook loves to be loved, but he doesn’t love in return.

Warnings: jk is so sweet, but also so evil lmao, oc lives in her little noggin, angsty fwb, drug and alcohol use, tattoos, multiple smut scenes that include: oral (m/f), fingering (f), light face slapping (with hand and cock??), praise, degradation, marking, dirty talk, so many creampies yum, multiple orgasms, kissing :(, cumming in pants :), probably more but i cant think of it, ok other stuff now, manipulation, infidelity, oc thinks jk is made of stars :(, jk thinks she is so pretty :(, misunderstandings, some fluff if you squint, brunette jk, blonde jk, n blue jk,  1 mentions of: howls moving castle, too many mentions of: stars, the color pink

A Holiday Snowdown (M) by @kpopfanfictrash 💜

Summary: The Inn on the Hill is in trouble. Or that's what your boss, Namjoon, says during the last-minute All Staff holiday meeting he calls. You need money, and you need money fast, or his parents are planning to sell the resort. When no one can think of an easy solution, Namjoon proposes his parents' idea: a weeklong social media blitz with a celebrity guest. The celebrity? None other than Jungkook Jeon himself: two-time Olympic gold medalist, world-class snowboarder and the nation's sweetheart. What's the problem? You happen to have met Jungkook Jeon before, and sincerely hoped you'd never see him again.

Rating/Warnings: 18+ for sexual content. Fingering, oral (female receiving), hand job, mutual masturbation, breast play, some face riding, dirty talk, orgasm denial, clit smacking (is there a non plural form of this?), cum shot on chest. Mentions of past death (does not occur during story). Ankle injury (non-graphic). Yoongi is an enthusiastic MC. Bam is adorable. Jungkook has both lip and eyebrow piercing

Sugarplum Elegy (M) by @bymoonchild 💜

Summary: You know no bounds nor depth with Jungkook. While your fuck buddy loves sleeping in your bed and doing laundry for you with his favourite fabric softener, you are in love with a mysterious honeyed, velvety voice on Soundcloud. All’s fine, until you find out that the voice that metaphors your heart to a sweet sugarplum melody actually belongs to the boy who has been taking up a special spot in your bed and in your heart, strumming at your heartstrings all this while.

Warnings: Explicit language, hopeless and helpless pining, constipated feelings, lots of smut, rimming, cum-eating, spitting, blowjob, fingering, classroom sex, Jungkook is emotionally constipated but wbk 

Bunny [1] - [2] - [3] by @btssmutgalore 💜

Summary: An anonymous streamer puts on a show every couple of days. When you become one of his biggest fans, your social life takes a hit—you'd rather stay glued to your laptop and stare at him than go out and meet men in real life. But, what if?

Warnings: Oral (m and f receiving), intercourse, dirty talk, unprotected sex

blackout | jjk [1] - [2] - [3] by @jjungxkook 💜

Summary: Utility bills shooting up like this should be an international crime. Luckily, Jungkook has the perfect idea(s) to save up money and make your night sinfully unforgettable.

Warnings: swearing, he’s just a bit of a fuckboy, bickering, swooning over/thirsting for jk (🤷‍♀️), a manually induced fake blackout? dunno those 2 are odd k, they play uno, a lot of spending time in the darkness, kook has no chill, teasing, consent, dirty talk, fingering, cmnf for a while, sexual tension, oral (both receiving), shower sex, choking, hair pulling, reader cries a bit, jk likes to praise, dry humping?, pussy and tits slapping rip (and some ass ig), making out🙄, manhandling, jk loves her tits and ass and plays with them (a lot), he’s sweet but cocky too, protected sex, dom + big dick kook

Love to Hate (Master List) by @kpopfanfictrash 💜

Summary: Born with a silver spoon in your mouth, you've done your best to rid yourself of the taste since you were old enough to walk. Occasionally though, your mother manages to rope you into an obligatory function—or a blind date with playboy bilionaire, Jeon Jungkook. Jungkook stands for everything you loathe about the world you left behind, but you can't deny the spark of attraction between you. Intrigued by the promise of mutual satisfaction, you agree to one night in bed... and quickly realize you're in far, far deeper than you ever intended.

Warnings of the first part: semi-public nudity, slight voyeurism, dirty talk (mention of a threesome, mention of restraints), nipple play, fingering, spanking, oral (male), face-fucking, multiple orgasms, slight possessiveness, jungkook calls y/n sweetheart and princess; seokjin is not in the fic (yet), I'm sorry about that.

Dilf Jk: Series Masterlist [The Art Of] by @venusiangguk 💜

Summary: you find a baby in your store and in turn, a dilf finds you.

Warnings of the first part: cute baby!!!, jk being a good dad, he likes to garden :(, dom jk, sub oc, age gap, handjob, coming in pants, AYOOO OC GOT A FAT COOCHIE, lowkey body worship, fat coochie supremacy, oral (m/f), safe sex, sexual tension, praise, multiple orgasms, eye contact, jk likes to watch 🥴, asking for permission, jk’s lowkey controlling i guess but it’s soft and like not toxic lol, PLAYFUL use of the word ‘daddy’, no actual daddy kink 🙄, dirty talk

Mind in the Gutter (M) by @kpopfanfictrash 💜

Summary: Starting over is never fun. Especially not when you decide to take the phrase fully to heart; new job, new city, new coworkers and new relationships. When you are dragged to a happy hour by your new co-worker, Taehyung, you end up sitting beside a (very) cute, (very) shy IT worker named Jungkook. Several drinks later, he mentions he is in a professional bowling league with his friends and you rather enthusiastically invite yourself along. As time passes and you begin to grow closer, you still find it impossible to read Jungkook. Working in the same company and seeing each other so often, it is only so long before one of you snaps. But who? (HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY JUNGKOOK!)

Warnings: dirty talk, thigh-grinding, public make-out sesh, inappropriate bowling innuendo, Jungkook’s abs, light choking.

Over the Edge (M) by @kpopfanfictrash 💜

Summary: so, you’re dating. everything is dandy, the sex is knocking your socks off, but what happens when you get in the First Real Fight? 

Warnings: semi-public sex, mirror sex, dirty talk (slight degradation), unprotected sex, a sweaty locker room

A Thousand Reasons Why | jjk (M) by @taegularities 💜

Summary: “And if all of this experience was indeed a dream, you chose to stay just a little longer.” After leaving to work towards his dream rather than the bonds that shackle him to home, you didn’t expect to see Jungkook again years later at your best friend’s wedding. And even less, for love to rekindle at second glance.

Warnings: a whole laundry list tf: (past) minor character death, somewhat toxic parents, (mentions of) gambling, blond & then 5th muster pied piper (fuckboy) jk lol, this jimin, jealousy, alcohol consumption, unrequited love (not between jk & oc), friends fighting; explicit multiple (2) sex scenes that include: dom & big dick!jk, light hair pulling, marking, tiddie sucking/breast play, clit pinching, pussy slapping, soft & rough sex, praising, biting, some spit ig, oral (f. & m.), fingering, handjob, consent <3, cockwarming, squirting, oversensitivity, multiple orgasms, mouth fucking,… uhh, consensual drunk sex, protected & unprotected sex…. yeah

The Boy with Galaxies in his Eyes | jjk by @oddinary4bts

Summary: you had never thought the night sky could be found in someone’s eyes. That is, until you met Jeon Jungkook and his gravity pulled you in. Will he crush you with the galaxies in his eyes, or will you learn to explore his worlds and make them yours?

Warnings: oc’s ex-boyfriend died and it takes an important place in the story, swearing, fuckboy Jungkook, fuckgirl oc, a whole bunch of red flags, miscommunication (they learn how to communicate don’t worry), exes that can’t stay out of your life, alcohol, they be a little toxic but they get better, explicit content: fingering, pussy slapping, squirting, oral sex (male and female receiving), mouth fucking, dirty talking, jungkook has a slight begging kink and an exhibitionism kink (not that present in the fic), dom!jk, switch!reader, car sex, sex in a tent, hair pulling (I think), tits/nipple play, unprotected sex, a little bit of ass slapping, mentions of choking

[iaintlithuanian]

Reconciling || JJ Maybank x Gn!Pouge!Reader

Summary: you and jj broke up months ago and you both still have feelings for each other. But you start going on dates to get over him,jj gets jealous and ends up confessing he still loves you.

WARNINGS: swearing, fluff.

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Master list

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JJ broke up with you 5 months ago, he said he didn’t want to hold you back anymore. It hurt, but you tried not to show it. But It pained you to see him so you stopped hanging out with the pouges as much as you used to. And after months of moping around and sulking you decided it’s time to get back out there. So you got yourself a date with a kook, you thought if you were gunna date anyone you may as well date a rich guy and get something out of it. It was jj’s loss off you and you were getting over it, so you got ready for the date with Darren, ‘lovely name’ you thought sarcastically when he told you it. He told you to dress casual as you both were just gunna meet at the wreck and eat some lunch, get to know each other. Nothing crazy. So you put on a white cropped top and some light blue denim shorts, perfect for the hot obx weather, and still cute. You put your (h/c) hair up into a messy bun and put on your converse. You looked at the time and it read 2:47. So you had about 10 minutes to get there.

Once you got to the wreck you saw Darren already in a booth and on his phone. You walked over and sat down, greeting him. “Hey” you said looking at his clearly expensive clothes, watch, and even sunglasses.

“Hey” he replied, putting his phone down and turning his attention to you. “You look nice” he complimented you sweetly. ‘Pretty sweet for a kook’ you thought.

“Thanks! You don’t look to bad yourself” he blushed a little at your compliment. Looking down at the menu, you copying his action. “So have you chose what your getting already?” You asked, briefly looking at the options, you already knew what you was getting.

“Uhh I think a double cheese burger” he answered, “you?” He questioned. “You can pick anything! I’m paying anyways” he added, smiling sweetly. You blushed, usually you and jj split the bill for things as you were both quite poor.

“Im just going to get a salad, and a small side of chips (fries if your American)” you said, then looking over the beverages. “Oh, and a (f/d) if that’s ok” you add shyly. He just nods in response calling over a waiter and ordering for us. Just then you here the bell of the door go, and s fit of laughter. You look over and see kie, John b, pope, and jj. ‘Shit’ you think. “Shit” you then say aloud when you see kie look at you, then jj, then you with an awkward look on her face, not knowing what to do. You shake your head at her signalling for her not to let jj know. But it’s too late, he looks over we’re kiara was staring to see you quickly look away, and his blood boils seeing you with someone else. But looks away nonetheless.

You said goodbye to Darren when you’d finished. He actually wasn’t that bad of a guy. When he left you heard the pouges call you over. And ofcourse you had too, you couldn’t keep letting your break up control your life. You found a seat next to pope and joint in on the conversations. Jj was strangely quiet but you tried to ignore that.

“So y/n, why have you been cancelling on us all the time?” JB asks suddenly, looking at you, and everyone else stops talking waiting for an answer.

“Well, I’ve just been busy” you lie, hoping they would buy it. But jj spoke up.

“No you haven’t” he rolls his eyes continuing, “you’ve been cancelling because your avoiding me, it’s really obvious” he calls you out. This infuriated you and you abruptly stood up.

“Well maybe I wouldn’t be avoiding you if you hadn’t broke my heart for the stupidest reason ever!“ you complain, raising your voice. Taking everyone back. “And did it ever occur to you that maybe, just maybe the world doesn’t revolve around you!?” You shout, gathering everyone’s attention. You notice everyone staring and realise your crying, your anger dying down and sadness overcoming you. Your sudden burst of anger confused you, and everyone else, you were usually a very calm person. You just wished that you was able to cuddle into jj right now and find the comfort you needed. “I’ve gotta go” you mumble. Quickly you grabbed you stuff and speed walked out of the wreck, jj following suit.

“Y/n!” He shouted after you. “Y/n please! I’m sorry okay, I’m sorry..” he shouts, sincerity in his voice. Jj rarely apologised, but not even that could get you to stop. You just carried on, a crying mess walking down the street. “Y/n” he says once he’s caught up.

“Go away jj.” You spit, walking faster.

“No, listen to me” he orders you. You ignore him and carry on. But he stopped. “I love you!” He yelled. You stopped, the words sinking into you and making you choke on a sob. You turn around and slowly walk towards him. “It was a mistake breaking up with you and regret it every day!” He confesses. You reach him and look up at him. He looked back at your broken (e/c) eyes, his heart shattering at the sight.

“Do you mean that?” You ask, voice wavering. He brings his arms around you and hugs you to his chest. Kissing your forehead and blinking back tears.

“Yes, yes. I mean every word” he expresses, “please forgive me” he begs.

“I love you too” you say in reply, answering him at the same time. “Please don’t leave me again.” You say.

“Never” he promises. Interlocking his pinky with your own.

“Never again”

[biaswreckmepls]

Of soulmates and suga(r)

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14563614

Author: mapsinblack

Rating: General Audiences

Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Min Yoongi

Status: Completed

Chapters: 1/1 (4400 words)

Tags: Coffee Shop AU, Soulmate AU

Summary:

in all his 20 years of life, jungkook thinks he’s had his fair share of out-of-body experiences, especially considering the fact that kim taehyung is his best friend. which, no offense, can be a pretty scarring thing sometimes.

but this (and by ‘this’, he means listening to the lyrics he’s found scribbled all over his skin for the past year in the newly released tracks of his favorite soundcloud user) might take the cake.

“holy shit”, he whispers.

suga is his fucking soulmate.

alternatively, that one au in which the most prominent thoughts of your soulmate show up on your skin.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14563614

[kookings]

picrew tag!

tagged by: @jeekers srysry this is so late yin </3

use this link to create your picrew (character of yourself)!

tagging: @chanluster @soobmint @maplecornia @kookaine + anyone else who wants to do it (:

[samkiszkasrealgf]

electric love.

request: none

paring: jj maybank x fem!reader

summary: y/n and jj have been best friends ever since the fourth grade. after creating a tiktok account as a dare, y/n decides to recreate the trend where you try to kiss your best friend/crush and see what they do.

warnings: TEETH ROTTING FLUFF. probably the cutest thing i’ve ever written <3 i’m hoping to GOD no one has done this with jj yet lmao

it had been nearing 8 pm. the pogues: jj, john b., kiara, pope, and y/n had decided they wanted to lay low after the events of earlier that day (finding the grady-white & sneaking into the motel) by hosting yet another kegger out on the beach. so, there they were; at the beach surrounded by the usual crowd of kooks, other pogues, and tourons.

however, y/n, who was almost always the life of the party, wasn’t really feeling it that particular night. she assumed she might’ve just been jittery from the crazy day her and her friends just had. after her first two solo cups of beer, y/n had decided to separate herself from the rest of her fellow partygoers & friends, making her way to the water just to get some air for a few minutes.

as the waves crashed against the shore, y/n tugged her ripped jean shorts off of her waist and let them drop to her ankles, leaving her in just a bikini top and bottoms. setting them down in the sand where they were guaranteed to stay dry, she placed her cellphone right on top of them. her hair, tied into a very messy bun on the top of her head, was let down immediately after. her hair spilled onto her shoulders and down her back in loose waves & curls. the sun has just begun to set, painting the sky with beautiful shades of orange, yellow, pink, red, and a bit of purple.

moments later, y/n was able to drown out the sound of drunken laughter and talkative teenagers as she focused on watching her feet as the waves pushed against them. after at least five minutes, y/n reached back to grab her phone that had been resting on top of her shorts. hesitantly, she clicked on tiktok, an app she’d downloaded just two days ago. scrolling through her “for you page”, y/n stumbled across a video captioned, “i tried kissing my best friend, this is how it turned out”, using the song elecric love by borns. the corners of her mouth turned upwards into a crooked grin. although she’d thought it was quite cheesy, y/n had to admit that it melted her heart. it was so romantic; the way they held each other, the way kissed each other like it was the last time they’d ever see each other again ... for some reason, y/n could only think about one person: jj maybank.

ahh, jj maybank. one of y/n’s best friends, and her secret crush, since the fourth grade. something about those blonde locks, those crystal blue eyes, the indentations in his cheeks when he smiled — not to mention his insanely perfect, greek-god like smile — and his charismatic personality struck her interest right from the start. it was hopeless, y/n continuously convinced herself. jj would flirt with her, but he flirts with everyone. no matter how many times she would feel that burning twang of jealousy in the depths of her stomach whenever jj would philander with other girls, nothing would change. jj wanted only to be friends, y/n was sure of it. though she had absolutely no issue with remaining jj’s closest female friend, it hurts knowing the one that which you most desire will never be yours.

“hey you!,” a voice suddenly sounded from behind her.

y/n glanced over her left shoulder, only to lock eyes with lover-boy himself. her stomach flipped.

she grinned. “what’s up?”

jj sat beside her with a grunt. “man, y/n, are you feeling okay? you’re usually the center of attention at our keggers — wait, are you on tiktok?”

y/n’s eyes widened slightly, realizing that the electric love sound, along with the same video, had been playing on repeat for at least five minutes. nervously, she clicked her phone off, setting it beside her in the sand as jj chuckled at her forgetfulness.

“i thought you were gonna delete it right after kie dared you to download it the other night!,” jj taunted as y/n grinned, thinking back to a few nights ago to the drunken game of “truth or dare” she played with the pogues on the boat. “i think someone’s addicted...”

y/n gasped playfully. “i am not addicted!”

jj shot her a look, and y/n caved.

“okay, okay. fine. i’m a little addicted, but i can’t help it! the people on here have really...interesting humor.”

jj chucked warmly, taking a sip from his beer.

as the two sat in silence for a moment, y/n began to think. what if she made a move on jj by recreating that tiktok?

no, absolutely not. the alcohol must be getting to her brain. if she were to kiss him and weird him out, that could ruin their entire friendship, and that’s the last thing she wanted. but what if that didn’t happen? he could react in the exact opposite way. anything was possible...why not take the chance?

y/n could not believe she was doing this at all, but after contemplating it for a few minutes, she gathered up the courage to ask: “wanna make a tiktok with me?”

jj looked over at her, cocking an eyebrow with a grin.

“are you being serious?”

“yes!”

“...i-i guess!”

y/n stood up, laughing. she offered her jittery hand to jj, who accepted it and used it to haul himself off of the sandy ground.

“what am i even supposed to do?,” he questioned, scratching the back of his neck.

y/n smiled. “just follow my lead.”

once the sound was ready, y/n grabbed ahold of jj’s hand and tugged him into the shallow saltwater, that stopped just about at their waists. with her phone propped up against jj’s halfway-full bottle of beer, she clicked the timer button and started the countdown for filming to start.

with each beep of the timer, y/n’s heartbeat thumped harder and harder against the inside of her chest.

with that, the song started.

baby, you’re like lightning in a bottle.

y/n stared into his eyes, swallowing the lump in her throat. hesitantly, she grabbed hold of jj’s biceps and pulled him towards her, softly. she pressed her lips against his.

i can’t let you go now that i got it.

jj pulled away from her, shocked. with wide eyes and flushed cheeks, all he could seem to do was stare back at her.

y/n’s heart sank. this was a failure. he looked incredibly uncomfortable, and this was certainly going to make things awkward in the long run.

and all i need is to be struck...

however, the corners of jj’s lips turned upwards into a cheeky smile. suddenly, he grabbed her lower back with one hand and her jawline with the other, pulling her back in towards him.

...by your electric love.

at the beautiful climax of the sound, jj’s lips found y/n’s again. her arms made their way around the back of his neck, her hands beginning to cascade through the golden blond tufts of hair. the entire world seemed to melt around her as a long-lasting dream had come true at last. all of a sudden, y/n’s feet left the plushy ground of the ocean as jj sent both of them tumbling into the cool blueness of the water, tangled up in each other’s arms.

[btsmakesmehappy]

Sweet Scent | 2

Genre: Agent au. Colleague au. Mutual pining. Angst. Fluff. a little thriller.

Pairing: Agent!Jungkook x Forensic Doctor!reader

Word Count: 5,6k

Rating: 18+ (M)

Warning: Shy boy Jungkook. A lot of flirting and teasing. Mention of death (murder case). Threats using human organ (Not explicit)

Chapter: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 |  completed

Summary: Why does he always look so nervous in front of you? Is it because of your excessive flirting? But how come you don’t tease him when he looks so incredibly cute every time he blushes?

Series Masterlist: The Company

A/N: wew, It took me longer to write this. Thankyou @arizonapoppy​ for cheering me up and beta reading this story. and again: this writer doesn’t know how agents work.

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The smell of coffee sneaks into your nose, waking you up. You open your eyes slowly, stealing a glance at your watch on your wrist. 8.13 am.

Immediately you sit up on the mattress, stretching your body. You blink as you realize Jungkook is standing in front of the coffee machine with his back to you. “Why didn’t you wake me up?” you ask groggily, rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand. It’s so weird how your throat feels so dry when you only sleep for an hour.

Jungkook turns away from the machine and walks over to you, handing you a cup of hot coffee. “I did, fifteen minutes ago. But you didn’t even move a bit. You were literally sleeping like a log there.”

You hum as you drink the coffee. It’s weird how the coffee is perfectly to your taste, but that’s not important right now. “So what do you need again? I told you that I’ll call you as soon as I get the lab results, right? I swear, if you want that right now, I am gonna-”

“No. That’s not what I want right now.” He walks to your desk and sits on the chair, facing you. The nervousness can be seen in his doe eyes. “I think we also need to check the victim’s belongings again.”

You sigh and take a big gulp of coffee. “Fine, but let me finish checking the specimens first. I am afraid they will be damaged if I don’t work fast.”

The corners of Jungkook’s mouth perk up. “Thank you. That’s fine.”

You rise from the mattress and walk over to him, putting one of your hands on your hips. “You are asking this much and I only got a hamburger?” you pout.

Jungkook’s eyes wander anxiously, avoiding your eyes. He lets out an awkward laugh as he sips his coffee. “What do you want then? Pizza?”

“What about dinner? Preferably date-style?”

Your suggestion makes him choke in his coffee. A faint blush painted on his cheeks. “Wh-what?” his coffee drips from his chin to his shirt, leaving a trace of black liquid on the blue shirt. You are almost sure that it will leave a stain.

The panic he showed seems like a rejection to you and it somehow leaves a sting in your chest. You reach his shoulder and pat it lightly. “Just kidding; I am okay with that hamburger. And well, this is my job also.” You laugh awkwardly as you grab your lab coat. “So let’s get to work then.” You walk to the lab beside your office as you tie your hair into a bun.  

Jungkook watches your receding back as he takes a deep breath. Your scent is still lingering in the room, the scent of lavender mixed with something musky. Relaxing and intoxicating. He always wonders what makes you smell like that, how unique it is that he can notice it with just a small whiff. How your scent is so you.

The scent that makes his hands turn clammy. The scent that makes his heart beat faster. The scent that always takes his breath away.

Thankfully for him, you didn’t ask him any further. Never occurred in his mind to go on a date with you. Just the thought of him being with you in the same room has already bothered him so much, he can barely think. If only he would admit that deep down he wants to go on a date with you. And just like that, gratitude turns into regret.

You let out another sigh as you massage your sore neck. The smell of substances fills the lab, all mixed together, making you nauseous. And the lack of sleep doesn’t help either. “Do you remember anything from the crime scene? Anything could help.”

Jungkook shakes his head. “You can’t find anything?” he asks. Jungkook lets you work by yourself as he watches you from afar. Not because he wants to stay as far as possible from you and the conflicted feelings you give him, or because he’s already felt comfortable sitting at your desk, but he doesn’t understand any of it and he doesn’t want to disturb you. True to be told, he loves seeing you working.

You shake your head weakly. Maybe it is because of your lack of sleep, your brain is not functioning well. You silently regret your decision for doing this alone. This is literally going nowhere.

“Good morning, guys!” A man dressed in what seem to be plaid pajamas enters your lab suddenly. “Geez, Y/N! Could your face be anymore tired?” His smile plastered on his face, in contrast with your own face.

You roll your eyes. “Fuck off, Tae.” It’s one of Taehyung’s traits that you dislike, how his bubbly exterior just somehow gets on your nerves, especially in times like this. Not that you hate him. Hell no. He’s an amazing friend. He might be the first agent that you’ve become friends with, but only God knows why whenever you’re with him, you just feel tired after. You really think that he’s absorbing all of your energy into him.

He lays a brown bag on the table and gives you a light hug. “Cranky. Did Jungkook make you stay up late?” he says, winking to both of you.

Jungkook stutters as the blush creeps on his cheeks. “Wh-what. Well I sort of did…” You shoot Jungkook a glare to stop him from saying anything that would make Taehyung make fun of both of you, which makes him cough awkwardly. “But that’s not.. anyway, why are you here, Hyung?”

Taehyung chuckles. “I’m just dropping off some pieces of bread from my girlfriend. She wants to say thanks.”

“Woah, thank you so much, Hyung.” Jungkook’s eyes twinkle as he walks faster to the bag. “I don’t think she’ll return to the bakery this fast.”

“Hey, my girlfriend is a strong woman! Although I also hope that she takes a day off. Anyway, just share them with Y/N, okay?” Taehyung waves and walks to the door. “I’m going to drop this other bag of bread off for the others, and maybe help them too. I don’t think Jungkook would want me here.” Taehyung says as he smiles meaningfully to him and walks away.

“Hyung!” Jungkook whines, his face is reddened.

You giggle at Jungkook’s antics. “Why don’t you want him here, Kook?”

His eyes turn shaky with you looking directly into his face. “No reason.” He avoids your gaze again. He rummages through the brown bag and pulls out a piece of bread. “Just eat some if you want to.“

He bites his bread and slowly chews it. Today, he is eating a piece of cream-cheese and almond bread. It is his most favorite bread from the bakery, Palate Cleanser.

It is a bakery that Taehyung has been talking about for several weeks. Not only does it belong to his new girlfriend, it serves delicious bread. Sure, Jungkook has never been a picky-eater, but he loves it. So after Taehyung gave him a tester, he became a new loyal customer of that bakery. Well, the bakery is just a few blocks from the Company too, so it is rather convenient.

You are still working with that huge-ass machine that whirrs like a washer. He perches on one of the desks,  while he watches you from behind. And suddenly he smells something.

A smell that is familiar to him.

A smell that he noticed when he was in the crime scene.

"Do you smell this?”

You turn your head to him, confused. “Huh, what?”

He hops off the desk and walks around. “This smell. I smelled it in the crime scene. What is it?”

His statement perks your interest and you take a big breath. “I don’t smell anything.”

Jungkook takes a bigger sniff. “It’s there. Why can’t you smell it?”

“Well, sure that bread of yours is smellier than you think. I can only smell your bread.” You shrug as you turn again to face the machine.

“What?” Jungkook looks at the bread in his hand and takes a sniff at it. His eyes widen as he is realizing something. “This is it. This is what I smelled. Well, kinda.” He yells as he pushes his bread to you.

You raise one of your eyebrows as you hesitantly sniff his half-eaten bread. “This sour thingy?”

“What? No! It is the cream-cheese. What I meant is this bittery smell,” he picks some pieces from the bread and hands it to you after he smells it.

Your eyes widen as you see what is in Jungkook’s hand.

Almonds.

“Cyanide…” you whisper.

Jungkook tilts his head. “What?”

You walk quickly to the computer. “It must have been it. It just makes sense now.”

“Cyanide? Why can’t you smell it too?” Jungkook asks as he follows you from behind.

“There’s only a handful of people that can smell it. It is not specific, actually. Oh my God, I totally forgot about it.” You tap on the keyboards and hit the enter key. “Yes. It is cyanide poisoning.”

Jungkook looks at the screen, “so he was poisoned?”

You nod. “Yes. I need to check his toxicology report first. Will you tell Jin about it?”

“Got it. I’ll tell him and get a warrant to search the hall.” Jungkook walks quickly and grabs his phone from his pocket. He taps his phone to call and puts it on his ear. Jungkook stops in front of the door and turns back to face you. “Thank you, Y/N.”

You clear your throat. “Just go already!”

After Jungkook leaves, you still have the weird feeling that has accumulated in your chest from proximity to him. Just a mere sentence from his mouth is enough to leave your chest in turmoil. It took you just ten minutes to finally function normally again.

Well, you are lucky enough to find out the poison as soon as you did. If you had let the body lie in that room without any investigation, the evidence could have been lost. You wouldn’t have found the truth.

Still, after you know how he was killed, your work doesn’t get any easier. There’s no other trace of cyanide in the victim’s belongings.

It’s another roadblock.

That’s why you have been dialing Jungkook for the thirteenth time. And in the midst of your fourteenth call, you decide to end your call sooner. It’s no use calling him right now.

You close your laptop and gather all of your lab papers. After making sure that you have everything, you walk out to the door to find Jungkook. The sooner you finish this work, the sooner you’ll go home.

You hop into the elevator with much difficulty, given your full arms. Why didn’t you use a bag for all of your stuff? Your elbow hovers next to the “7” button, and after a moment you resolutely bump it.  Your mind wanders. Was this the right idea?

Well, why wouldn’t you?

This floor is for elite agents only. You have never stepped foot on this floor until now. It is not that you were curious, but you know that this mission, or rather this case, is an important one. If Jungkook wanted the report as soon as possible, then he should want it as soon as possible, right?

It’s your job.

It’s not because you want to see Jungkook.

It is not.

At the sound of the “ding,” you step out of the elevator. Which way to his desk? The floor is huge and there’s no map or anyone who can help you. It’s Sunday, after all. You close your eyes to sharpen your hearing, but you still can’t hear anything.

You sigh in defeat as you shuffle your armload of paper to reach into your coat pocket to find your phone. Your fingers have just grazed it when you are jostled by someone bumping into you from behind. You barely avoid spilling your report file and you turn around to face the one who has collided with you.

“Oops. Sssowry.” A skinny man with fair skin apologizes as he bows to you, slurring his speech. The fumes of his breath threaten to pickle you like one of your cadavers. His eyes are kinda reddish, too. Still, his walking posture is as you saw him in the past, ignoring the fact how he has turned this giddy.

“Min Yoongi?”

He raises his eyes to meet yours as he straightens back up. He squints, trying to remember your face. “Oh!” He beams. “You are the hot forensic doctor. What’re you doin’ here?”

Your cheeks feel hot as you hear the awkward nickname. Sure, you know that your appearance is above average, but that doesn’t mean that you deserve that name. You let out an awkward laugh. “I’m Y/N. I need to see Jungkook, he didn’t answer my call…”

Yoongi nods in understanding and points to a blue door with his thumb. “He must be at the meeting then. I’ll let him know, or you know what, just come along, I’m already late too.”

You raise one of your eyebrows, but still walk behind him closely. “Is it okay? I don’t want to disturb the meeting.”

“Nah. It is actually about your case too, so what’s the harm?” He knocks the door rhythmically and after hearing a permission he goes in. Yoongi’s eyes travel to the young man sitting in the corner. “Jungkook-ah. You got a visitor.”

Jungkook raises his eyebrow and sneaks a glance to the door. When he sees you, his eyes turn wide in panic. “Y/N? What are you doing here?” He stands up quickly and walks toward you.

You smile awkwardly. “I called you several times but I got no response so here I am.” In the silence, you finally look around. There are five other men sitting around the conference table looking back at you and Jungkook, intrigued. The tension in the room gets less serious than before as you look around the meeting. “Sorry, guys, for interrupting.”

A smaller man with plump lips sends you a mischievous smile as he nodges Taehyung’s elbow. His eyes turn into crescent. “Nonsense! Great to see you again, Y/N.”

“Hey, Jimin. Long time no see. Sorry, it won’t take long. I just need to hand off this report.” You set your case file on the meeting table and start searching for the report you mentioned before.

“You can join us, if you want. It will be helpful, too.” Jin, a wide-shouldered-man, the leader of this mission, speaks without looking up from the laptop in front of him.

“Yeah! Join us. It sucks to only see these brats all the time.” Jimin says as he indicates an empty chair.

You clear your throat awkwardly. “Sure, if you say so, but I think I’ll go grab my other stuff too from my office. I also think I left a machine running.” You take a few steps back as you laugh dryly. “I’ll be right back.”

“Wait, I’m coming with you too.” Jimin rises from his seat and follows you.

The meeting room turns silent as Jimin closes the door behind him, there is only the sound from the projector on the table.

Jungkook freezes, not knowing what to do. His eyes just stare at the spot where you stood before. This action somehow attracts the attention of the older agents as they all share knowing glances between them.

“You know, Kook. If you really like her, you should just say so,” Taehyung says as he smiles softly to Jungkook. He props his chin on his hand, studying Jungkook’s response.

Jungkook’s doe eyes widen and turn shaky with the sudden suggestion. His cheeks turn bright red. “Wha-what? No. I don’t like her. I mean, I don’t like her like that…”

“So it’s okay if Jimin likes her then?” Yoongi speaks up abruptly, making all of the other agents turn his head to him. The agents hide their smiles and then turn again to Jungkook who is looking more nervous than before, anticipating his answer.

Jungkook casts his head down, looking at the floor. He bites his lower lip harshly, trying to hold his lips from muttering a word that he’ll regret.

“What’ll you do, Kook?” Hoseok asks again, softly. This time it sounds like a reassurance rather than a question. The way Jungkook acts is a new thing for him. He’s never seen Jungkook like this and it needs no licensed therapist to see how whipped Jungkook is for the doctor. If only Jungkook himself knows it.

Just the time Jungkook is about to open his mouth, Jin slams his hand to the table. “Sure, maknae’s love story is very exciting, but we have a job, okay? Let’s resume our meeting.”

Taehyung snorts as he crosses his arms over his chest. “Party-pooper.”

Jin turns his head to Taehyung. “Yah. You have been a pain in my ass since you joined this mission. What do you want to do then?” he throws his hand in the air in frustration. Their conflict from the night before is still hot in his mind.

Yoongi pats Jin’s shoulder softly. “Just think of this as a break, Hyung. You’ve been working non-stop. I also suggest that we should just call it a day and get some sleep. We won’t get anything more if we force ourselves like this.”

“But, still…”

A sudden ring fills the room. Hoseok pulls his phone from his pocket and puts it on his ear. “Hey, Jimin. What’s up?” His eyes widen and his expression hardens as he listens to the rest of the call. “Okay, we’ll be there soon.” He says as he ends the call and puts the phone into his pocket. The other agents look at him quizzically.

“What happened?” Jin asks warily.

Hoseok sighs and says quietly, “Someone broke into Y/N’s office.”

You stand quietly in the elevator with Jimin still smiling weirdly beside you. “Why are you following me?”

“No reason. I’m just bored.” He hums. He’s not as bulky as Jungkook, and, compared to Jungkook, Jimin is like a thin child, even though Jimin is two years older than Jungkook. Well, you do recall that Jimin has just started his field mission just for a several weeks, and he worked as a handler before.

You snort. “Sure.”

Jimin turns his head to you with his hands clenching his chest. “What? You don’t believe me? I feel hurt!” he widens his eyes comically.

“Sure.” you say, rolling your eyes.

Jimin pouts and sighs in defeat. “Fine. I just need to put something inside Sehun’s drawer.” He pulls a black-leathery curled thing from his pocket and shows you. “I want to get my revenge.”

You laugh and to think that he brings it everyday to find a perfect opportunity is amusing to you. “And you think I won’t tell him that you put a fake snake in his drawer?”

“Y/N, don’t tell him, pleasee~” he whines cutely as both of you step out of the elevator. Sure, you know that he’s cute, whining like that, but Jungkook’s cuter for you.

Why the hell do I keep thinking of him?

“Just give me a reason not to tell him then.” you walk past him as he stands with a pout on his face.

He puts his hands under his chin, thinking deeply and suddenly he smiles knowingly. “I can tell you anything you’d want to know about Jungkook.”

It’s your turn to freeze on the spot. You turn your head slowly to meet Jimin’s eyes, giving him the widest smile you can give. “And why would I want that?”

Jimin shrugs and walks again to the office, still his smile doesn’t leave his face. He looks confident, overly confident. “I don’t know. I just thought that maybe you’d want it.”

You stomp ahead of him as you approach your office’s door. “Fine, I won’t tell Sehun about the snake.” You turn back and point your index finger at him. “Only because I know how Sehun hates snakes and his reaction is hilarious.” Your narrow your eyes as you continue. “Not because of Jungkook.” you whisper.

Jimin hides his smile. “Sure.”

You tap your card on the door and open it. Your eyes widen as you step inside your office. The sight inside your office makes you shiver immediately. Papers are scattered everywhere. The chair is thrown into the corner of the room. The glass cabinet’s shattered to pieces. “What the-” Color drains from your face as you proceed further, carefully stepping around the glass shards on the floor.

Jimin turns pale as he stands in front of the door, not knowing what to do. “Y/N, I think we shouldn’t enter for the time being. I’ll call the others first.” He grabs his phone and rapidly taps it. “Just don’t go any farther!”

His voice however doesn’t register, as your feet draw you closer to your desk. A burglar? What would a burglar want to steal in this office? There’s no expensive things in the office, well, except your coffee machine. But they didn’t need to trash this place in the first place, right?

At the sight of your desk, your knees weaken. Your eyes widen in fear and shock as you struggle to hold your body upright. Finally your legs give away, and you collapse to the floor. Your hands scrabble to regain any strength and hold your upper body from falling.

You breathe faster. You want to scream as loud as you can, but there is nothing left from your lips. Your hands tremble. You try hard to stop it by pushing them harder on the floor, pushing the glass shards right into your palms. The pain doesn’t make it to your mind right now, when what lies in front of you has every power to take your mind away.

Tears trickle from your eyes. Your vision turns blurry covered by your tears. As you blink them away, you also hope that the sight is gone too. But no matter how many times you blink, you still see the same thing.

And it is nauseating.

Pounding hurried footsteps in the hall outside your office finally helps you  regain some of your senses. You open your mouth slowly, trying your best to gather as much sound-air-or anything as you can as the breaths come too quickly to be of any use. “Help…” you whisper.

The other agents barge inside your office. Their faces have a mixture of expressions: mad-shock-confused-worry, and somehow you can see all of it on Jungkook’s face when he sees you slumped on the floor with bloodied hands. “Y/N?” Jungkook calls cautiously, trying to gain your attention.

“Kook…” you sob harder, which makes Jungkook immediately run to your side.

Jungkook holds your shoulders softly and studies your face, his eyebrows frown in worry. “Are you okay?”

Instead of answering him, you weakly lift up your arm to point to your desk. The agents all turn their heads to your desk, and terror overtakes their faces.

There’s a heart stabbed with a scalpel on your desk.

“What the..” Jin whispers.

Taehyung steps backward, hand to his face as he fights the urge to vomit. “Is that a fucking human heart?”

Jungkook doesn’t say anything, he just pulls the blanket from your makeshift bed to wrap your wounds. Gently supporting your elbow, he helps you stand. He doesn’t leave your side, holding you close to him to prevent you from falling. He turns your face to his chest, away from your desk, while Yoongi examines the heart.

Insistent tears keep falling from your eyes, even though you try your hardest to hold them back. What the hell is that? What does that mean? Why on my desk? Why?

“Hey…” Jungkook whispers into your ear. “Don’t think of anything. Just take a deep breath. Count in for four, out for four, slowly.”

You follow his instructions, looking up from his chest, searching deep into his eyes. Those brown eyes don’t run away from you this time, instead they look back into yours softly, calming your nerves. Those eyes travel to other parts of your face as well, making sure you’re okay.

Jungkook tightens his hands into fists, trying to stop himself from brushing your tears away from your face. How he hates to see you crying; He’s never realized it until now. He hates it. He always sees you with a smile on your face, and it always makes his heart beat faster. And now? With tears falling from your tired but still beautiful eyes, his heart aches.

“…. It’s just my opinion.” Yoongi’s voice breaks through your reverie as you calmed down. You turn to the speakers, giving them both of your attention again.

“So it’s from a dead body?” Hoseok asks warily.

Jin runs his hand through his hair, “Alright, someone please take a look at the mortuary. Jungkook?”

Jungkook looks at your wet face once more, hesitant to leave your side. Finally he nods and moves his body away from you.  

“I’m coming with you…” you whisper as you grip his shoulder, forgetting that your hands are still covered in glass shards wrapped in the edge of a now-destroyed blanket.

Jungkook turns back to face you, glancing at your bloodied hands. It must have hurt. He holds your shoulder softly. “No. You should treat your wounds.”

“But…” I want to be with you.

“Jimin-hyung, please help Y/N?” Jungkook asks Jimin, ignoring your protest. Jimin stands by your side, slowly and gently gesturing you to follow him out of the door. You sigh in defeat as you follow Jimin, your eyes keep stealing glances to Jungkook.

Jungkook’s eyes are still lingering on your back when you walk away and his heart aches harder. I want to be with you too.

“What’ll you do, Kook?” Hoseok asks again. This time it sounds like a reassurance rather than a question.

“You know, Kook. If you really like her, you should just say so,” Taehyung says as he smiles softly to Jungkook. He props his chin on his hand, studying Jungkook’s response.

Does he like you?

Maybe.

Actually, he has never thought of this.

Feelings. They have never been programmed as part of his routine. He is an agent, a soldier. Feelings make him weak. Feeling is messy, messier than blood splattered on the wall when he bombarded a body with bullets. He once told himself not to trust his feelings. That’s why it was so hard for him to talk or be with you. His feelings are growing stronger after time and it’s suffocating him.

And the harder he denies his feelings, the stronger they get.

What is this feeling? Why is it so painful to see her like that?

No matter how many times he repeats his question in his mind, the answer is the same. It is the only rational reason for such an irrational topic.

He swallows the four-lettered-word that almost slipped from his lips and shakes his head to clear his mind.

He’s gonna investigate this case quickly. Just so he can see you. Just so he can look after you. And with that thought, he runs from your office.

You sit on the bed in the infirmary, gazing on the white wall. This room is supposed to smell like an antiseptic, just like a hospital, but instead it is just dusty. Everything is cleaned every single day, but it is just like there’s no one working here for a long time.

Jimin rummages in the cabinet beside you trying to find what he needs. After he finds the disinfection solution, tweezers, and some gauzes, he puts them on the metal tray and sets it on the bed.

Jimin reaches for your hand, opening the ruined blanket softly. You wince as the movement shoots another pain through your hand. “Sorry.” He purses his lips.

You shake your head weakly, tears threatening to fall. Why am I only feeling the pain now? “It’s okay.”

He looks at your both hands, examining them carefully. “There’s a lot of shards. It’s gonna be painful.”

You gulp. “I know.”

“We still don’t have a new doctor assigned here, so would you mind if I do it instead? You can tell me if I do it wrong.”

“Okay,” you answer.

He pours the disinfection solution over your hand. The pain starts accumulating as you bite your lips to stop yourself from screaming. He takes a pair of tweezers with his right hand and using his other hand to hold your wounded hand gently. Slowly, he begins to pick the shards from your hand.

After fifteen minutes working on the wounds, Jimin smiles in satisfaction and rises from his seat to get a bandage.

A knock on the door fills the room and Jungkook walks inside slowly and stops just before you. His eyes darted to yours immediately, looking worried. “How’s her wound, Hyung?”

Jimin returns with some rolls of bandages. “There’s a lot of wounds, but luckily they weren’t too deep.” Jimin begins to cover the cuts slowly.

“Whose is it?” you whisper to Jungkook. You’re not gonna lie that it’s been bothering you. To think that someone stole an organ from supposedly protected cadaver sends shivers to your spine.

Jungkook clears his throat and looks at your face hesitantly. “It’s from Baekho’s body. That body is ruined now.”

Your eyes glisten with new tears as your hands begin to tremble. The sight of a human heart stabbed on your desk filling your mind. You see organs everyday, it’s part of your job, you are used to seeing it. But it’s a different feeling when that organ was stabbed unknowingly to your desk. “What’s happening? Wa-Was that a threat?”

Jungkook hesitates, you can see it in his brown eyes. He sits beside you and reaches for your now-bandaged-hand and holds it gently, afraid of hurting you any further. “I’m sorry.”

His honeyed-voice, that you love, sounds as if he is in pain, and it somehow pains you even more. “That’s okay. I’m the one who agreed to it in the first place. And besides, I chose to work in this field, it’s only a matter of time that I get something like this, isn’t it?” you laugh dryly, but deep inside, you’re afraid. Well, how can’t you?

Jungkook’s hand tightens. “Still, I shouldn’t put you in any danger.” He sighs. “Which is why I’m gonna take you home after this.”

Your eyes widen. “What?”

“If they don’t want you to investigate about Baekho, then you shouldn’t do it.” He looks straight at you. “It’s for your safety.”

You turn your palm to meet his, holding him back. “Kook, I must finish it.”

“No. This is a dangerous case and it was stupid of me to ask your help. I don’t want you involved any further.” He closes his mouth for a moment, trying to mutter appropriate words. “I don’t want you to get hurt, Y/N.”

You shake your head profusely. “I don’t want to. I have to finish it. It’s my job.”

“Y/N…”

“See, I’m fine! It’s just a few cuts.” You desperately move your bandaged hand; you can still feel the pain shooting through your hands, but it’s not the point right now.

Jungkook holds your hand tighter and looks deep into your eyes. “I know, you’re not okay. Your hands are still trembling, Y/N. Please listen to me.”

You sigh. You know that Jungkook is stubborn, it won’t be easy to persuade him, but you know that he’s right. Maybe this case is too dangerous for you. “At least until I finish the report for today, please?”

He bites his lower lips, deep in his own thoughts. Jungkook lifts his hand to bring your bandaged hand to his lips, grazing your knuckles softly. “Are you sure?” His eyes never leave yours.

It takes your breath and your mind away, his hot breath against your skin and his brown eyes looking straight into yours. You can still feel his soft lips, hot on your skin when he puts your hand down, still holding it gently. Your heart thumps inside your chest and down to your wrist. Can he hear it? How does it feel so right with your hand in his? You nod. “I’m sure. I have you, right?”

“Yes.” Jungkook squeezes your hand gently one more time to reassure you. “You have me.”

A cough interrupts your interaction with Jungkook. “Well, this is awkward.” Jimin puts your other bandaged hand on your thigh as he rises to clean up the mess. “I’m just- I’m gonna take this call. Bye.” Jimin points at his phone, even though the screen is dark, and hurries out of the infirmary.

Heat rushes to your face; you forget that Jimin was still beside you. You look at Jungkook’s reddened face, completely sure that he also did the same. With that thought, the smiles slipped on your faces.

He releases your hands immediately and scratches the back of his neck. “Sorry, I ruined your blanket.”

You tilt your head in confusion. Then your eyes dart to the blanket on the floor.  “Ah… That’s fine. It was good first aid.”

“I’ll buy you a new one.”

You nod and smile. “Sure, thanks Kook.”

“I-I also want to buy you dinner.” He clears his throat, his eyes travel to the wall in front of you. “Not in this building. I’ll take you to a proper restaurant.”

Your eyes widen with the sudden invitation. It’s weird but somehow it brings a smile to your face. Your smile turns into a wider one and you hide it by biting your lower lip. “I’d love that.”

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and they were roommates | ch. 2

➸ pairings: jungkook x reader/taehyung x reader

➸ genre: fluff, crack, eventual angst, eventual smut, pretty much everything . college!jungkook AU, college!taehyung AU, cold personality jungkook, warm personality taehyung, slowburn

➸ word count: 6.2k

➸ summary: it all started with a rejection from your longtime crush, jeon jungkook. you decided to confess to him on your last day of high school. after a harsh rejection and a rough summer dealing with the heartbreak, you were starting anew once your freshman year of college came. you were going to be sharing an apartment with two other roommates that you don’t even know. what a surprise you’re going to be in for once you find out it’s the one and only: jeon jungkook and kim taehyung.

parts: ch. 1 | ch. 2 | ch. 3 | ch. 4 | ch. 5

“You what?” You step back away from him. 

“I live here?” he says, in an obvious tone. Jeon Jungkook lives here? In this apartment? He’s the mysterious roommate? More shockingly, he’s Taehyung’s brother?

You hear the door chime open again and Taehyung appears, holding two large boxes of pizza on one hand with a bottle of soju in the other.

“Oh, Jungkook, you’re home!” Taehyung grins. Taehyung sees you and Jungkook having a staring contest and immediately walks in between the two of you. “Kook, this is our new roommate, __!” he introduces you.

The anxious eyes, the trembling body, and your hair in two space buns, Jungkook realizes why you are so familiar to him. He smirks. “So it’s you,” he says slowly.

Your heart is still drumming against your chest. “You two know each other?” Taehyung asks, looking bewildered.

“Yeah, we went to the same high school together.” you speak up. Taehyung claps his hands together. “Wow! This is great! So there won’t be any awkward tension around here since you two already know each other!”

Poor clueless, Taehyung. Jungkook stiffles back a laugh, seeing how scared you still are, after discovering that Jungkook is your new roommate. 

After a few moments of silence, very loud silence, Taehyung walks over to the kitchen placing the pizzas and soju on the countertop. “There’s pizza if you guys want any.” He opens a box and shoves a slice down his throat.

You’re the first to break eye contact with Jungkook and follow Taehyung into the kitchen. Instead of grabbing a slice of pizza, you immediately grab a small cup in the cabinet and pour yourself a full glass of soju. “Hey, save some for me!” Taehyung whines. 

You chug the alcohol down your throat, letting it burn your insides. 

Jungkook and Taehyung stare at you with wide eyes, seeing you take down the soju like it was nothing. 

“Uhm...wow.” Taehyung gapes. You start to feel shy knowing that you just chugged alcohol in front of the two attractive brothers, and you immediately grab a piece of pizza and sit down, staring straight at the ground. 

Taehyung laughs. “Don’t be embarrassed, __. I’m actually hyped that you have such a tolerance, now I finally have a drinking buddy!” Taehyung cheers, wrapping his arm around you. You stiffen up at the touch and your eyes peek at Jungkook’s reaction.

As expected, he has no readable emotion on his face. “I’m gonna go put my stuff in my room.” Jungkook looks at Taehyung when he says that and walks off without even regarding your existence.

“Jungkook’s pretty boring, sorry. He doesn’t even drink.” Taehyung explains, finally taking a seat next to you.

You laugh nervously. “It’s okay. I’m actually not much of a drinker, myself. I just wanted to celebrate moving into this apartment!” You lie. The stress of Jungkook being your roommate immediately has you wanting to be drunk in sorrowness.

“Oh yes! We should celebrate! Let’s wait for Jungkook to come back so we can have a toast.” Taehyung suggests.

You nod in agreement, already wiping your sweaty palms onto your shorts, feeling nervous for when he comes back. 

Speaking of the devil, Jungkook comes back. To make matters worse, he’s changed into the same outfit as Taehyung’s except he has a black tee shirt on and grey sweats rather than Taehyung’s white tee shirt. God, he looks so good in sweats.

He sits down across from you and Taehyung and grabs a slice of pizza and chews it softly. 

You stare at him. He’s still just as handsome as ever. He still looks so cute, even with tomato sauce on the corner of his lips. You realize that your heart is doing the somersault flips that you have always had whenever you see Jungkook walking in the hallways back in high school. 

Snap out of it, dude. you tell yourself.

“So, what are you studying, __?” Taehyung asked as he served himself a shot of soju. “I’m actually undecided right now. I’m gonna take some general classes and electives until I know what exactly I want to do.” you say shyly, afraid of his reaction. Being an undecided major didn’t exactly come with the best reputation.

You hear a scoff. It didn’t come from Taehyung though. He was nodding as if he was understanding you. The scoff came from Jungkook. 

“Undecided? At Konkuk? What are you trying to do? Waste your time and money?” Jungkook scoffed again. Pain mixed with annoyance and fury was inside of you, hearing the insulting words coming from someone you might (?) still be in love with.

Not knowing what to say back to him, you awkwardly shifted your position on the chair you were sitting on. Taehyung gave Jungkook a bothered look. “Hey, what was that for? Why would you say such mean things to __?” Taehyung backed you up.

This didn’t bother Jungkook, though. “From what I’ve heard, ___ wasn’t exactly the brightest student back in Busan.” He reaches into the box to grab another slice of pizza.

You start to grow more angry and slightly more offended at the words that your longtime crush is spilling to his brother. “I don’t think she’s that dumb. Hell, she got into Konkuk! That’s a pretty hard school to get into.” Taehyung stood up for you again. You give Taehyung a look that shows admiration and gratitude. 

“Surprisingly.” Jungkook teases. What’s his issue? 

“Anyways, Taehyung. What are you studying?” you manage to change topics, choosing to ignore Jungkook’s words.

Taehyung smiles at the question. “I’m double majoring in philosophy and film with a minor in art history,” he says proudly. You were impressed. More than impressed actually. “Damn, double major and a minor? You must be loaded with homework all the time!” 

He chews on his lower lip thinking about his workload. “Honestly, it really is a lot, but my favorite thing about my studies is that they’re very hands on and require analytical thinking. I actually really love to study in that method. I’m a very hands on guy.” He winks at you. You blush and smile to yourself.

You begin to appreciate Taehyung’s hustle. He’s a full time student, with a double major and a minor, working almost full time as a server. You begin to understand why he doesn’t bother caring for his apartment either. He must be constantly stressed all the time. You also understand that that is why he’s such a drinker.

“His majors will most likely get him nowhere in life, though.” Jungkook annoyingly butts in. You turn to him, with disgust written all over your face.

“I think that Taehyung will really stand out once it comes to job applications. He’s an all rounder. He’s studying science and an art.” you retort back at him, highly caught off guard by your attitude and tone.

“Philosophy isn’t a science, it’s the study of ethics, human nature, logic, and a theoretical practice of understanding our thoughts.” Jungkook corrects you nonchalantly.

You stare at him, with your mouth hanging slightly open, wanting to retort back some more but not knowing what to say. What an annoying smartass.

“Aren’t you supposed to be at Seoul National University or something?” you say with obvious annoyance.

Jungkook grabs himself a bottle of water and chugs it all down in one go before he answers. You can’t help but stare at the way his neck constricts as he chugs the water down, making his veins pop out more. You notice his lips glistening with water and his eyes are fluttered shut as his mouth and jaw are taking down the liquid as much as they can. The annoyingly sexy sight has your stomach and your lower area clenching.

He wipes the water off his lips with his veiny hand and looks at you in the eyes, immediately making you look away and feeling intimidated over his gaze. 

“I didn’t feel like going there.” he simply states. Only Jeon Jungkook could make him rejecting SNU sound like rejecting a pair of shoes and choosing to go with another, as if it was that easy. 

You scoff in irritation. “Jungkook was offered a full scholarship to Konkuk. SNU only offered him a half scholarship.” Taehyung explains. You were sure that Jungkook’s family was rich, you were surprised that money was a serious consideration for him.

You quietly say an “ah” and continue taking small bites of your pizza. A slightly comfortable silence fills the kitchen. You look at both Taehyung and Jungkook and think to yourself how they look nothing alike for being brothers. 

“We’re step brothers.” Taehyung says abruptly as if he was reading your mind. “How did you kno-”

“We get those stares really often after we tell someone that we’re brothers. It’s like an instinct at this point.” 

The rest of the night was left with you and Taehyung continuing to make small conversations and Jungkook just ignoring you two. 

By the time it was almost midnight, you decided to go to bed and let the alcohol slowly diminish away from you throughout the night.

                                                       . . .

Monday morning had finally arrived. It’s finally the very first day of university. Excitedly, you wake up almost two hours before your first class, General Chemistry, has started. You decide to start off your day on a productive route and do some meditation and yoga as soon as you get out of bed.

Maybe even be a little crazy go running on the treadmill in the gym that the apartment complex provided for the residents? 

And that’s exactly what you did. You went crazy and did all sorts of cardio to get your energy pumping and your endorphins racing like crazy. It’s crazy how a simple workout in the morning can easily have such a good effect on your overall mood and outlook for the day. 

After your run, you arrived back home and immediately hopped into the shower. You hummed in pleasure, the hot water hitting against your back and lathering your body with pear scented body wash. After rinsing your body off, you hop out of the shower and change into the clothes you had brought into the bathroom to change into and quickly did your makeup routine. 

Your exercise went on longer than expected, so now you have less than 45 minutes before you have to head out to class. You look at yourself in the foggy mirror, clouded with steam, one last time before you went off to quickly make yourself breakfast.

Satisfied with how you look, you open the bathroom door and bumped into a body that smelled of the outdoors and sweat. You looked up, and Jungkook was staring right down at you, with his entire face and, what seemed to be his jogging outfit, coated with sweat. He was panting heavily, his eyebrows furrowed together with exhaustion. 

Ever since Friday night, you had done a great job at avoiding Jungkook at all costs. You began to study what times he usually tends to eat, use the bathroom, or go out in general. 

It was all going swell until now. 

“S-Sorry.” was all you managed to croak out. 

He just pursed his lips together and nodded, with him slightly nudging you out of the way so he could have his turn to shower.

You scurry off into the kitchen and went off to make your breakfast. Taehyung had an early morning shift at work today, so he was already out of the apartment.

You decided to make yourself instant oatmeal, cooked on the stove, and would garnish it with some melted berries to add color to the oatmeal. You made yourself a green smoothie to go along with it. It was very rare for you to have such a healthy morning routine like this. But you wanted to start off your first day of college in the right tone.

While you were waiting for your oatmeal to cook on the stove, you heard footsteps enter the kitchen. Already knowing who it was, you didn’t bother looking at him.

You continued to sip on your green smoothie and just stared at your oatmeal bubbling on the stove pot.

As expected, no conversations were being shared, and you heard the coffee machine brewing. The smell of the espresso hitting your nostrils smelt like heaven to you. You were too distracted by the smell of the coffee, you didn’t even notice that your oatmeal was burning.

“Fuck!” you mumble to yourself and immediately turn off the stove and shove the now sadly burnt oatmeal into your to-go container. You quickly garnished the berries on top and threw all of your used dishes into the sink. While washing your dishes, you notice that there’s a very obvious berry stain on your new cream colored crop top and you mentally curse at yourself.

Fuck Jeon Jungkook and his delicious smelling coffee.

When you turn around towards your food after washing your dishes, you almost faint at the sight in front of you. 

A now shirtless shirt Jungkook was now taking your place on the stove and cooking an omelet. 

He had the nerve to even have his towel wrapped around the lower half of his body. His damp hair looked oh so godly and his muscles. His fucking muscles. His biceps and back muscles looked as if they were carved by Himeros himself, the actual god of sex. 

“Like what you see?” Jungkook teases out of nowhere. How did he even notice that you were staring? His back was facing you.

You roll your eyes in embarrassment from being caught. You didn’t say anything and immediately went off to your room and to organize your backpack together and organized your breakfast to be for to-go. 

After contemplating for what felt like hours, you decided to change your stained shirt and was now wearing a rainbow striped sweater to compliment your light washed jean skirt.

Airpods? Check. Fully filled water bottle? Check. Laptop and notebooks? Check. Feeling ready to kick off your freshman year? Kinda, check?

As you were putting your white shoes on at the foyer entrance, Jungkook approached next to you, putting on his shoes as well. You managed to sneak a look at him: he was fully changed and wearing basically all black everything. He had a piece of toast on one hand and a travel mug full of coffee on the other as he putting his black Timbs on.

He was doing something so simple and yet you hated to admit how good he looked doing it too. You look away before he is able to say something snarky again and stood up to be on your way out of the door. 

As if your life was a fucking drama, both you and Jungkook’s hands touched the door knobs at the same, sending a spark of electricity shooting through your body. You immediately pull away and yelp at the foreign touch of Jungkook’s skin on yours. 

He didn’t seem to be bothered by the touch and opened the front door. He was unbotheredly on his way out, shoving headphones into his ears. You stared at him in awe at how the touch of your fingertip’s meant nothing to him like how it meant something to you.

With a frown, you slowly followed him out of the door and walked to campus.

It was a really awkward walk to campus. Although you had your airpods in, you weren’t playing any music. Ashamed to admit it, you just wanted to enjoy the sounds of nature while you were watching Jungkook’s back walking to campus. You wanted to stare at Jungkook, knowing that he couldn’t catch you. 

Living with Jungkook made it so much harder to work on getting over your harbored feelings for him. How could you? He was going to be in your life everyday for the next year. 

You decided to take advantage of Jungkook not being able to hear you, and slowly walked closer to him, being only inches away from his back.

You weren’t oblivious to notice Jungkook already getting stares from all the girls on campus. Already so popular on the first day of the semester. As usual. 

You wished one day, you could walk right next to Jungkook so all the girls could envy you, seeing you walk next to the hottest boy at Konkuk University. You tried to walk a little closer to him, making sure he would still be oblivious to you being so close to him.

“Don’t walk so close to me.” Jungkook simply said nonchalantly. You stopped in your tracks. “What?” you squeak out.

Although you were facing his back, you could practically feel the smirk growing on his face. “I said don’t walk so close to me. I don’t want people to know that we know each other. Or worse, that we live together.” Jungkook admitted. Once again, your heart was wrenched in pain. You stayed quiet and maintained your distance from him.

In fact, you decided to just walk across to the other side of the sidewalk, to avoid upsetting him even more. 

                                                        . . .

You settled into the seat of your choice in the large lecture classroom. There were already over almost a hundred students in the chemistry lecture hall. You were already nervous; science wasn’t your strongest suit. Hell, none of the subjects were your strongest suit.

You skimmed around your classroom and observed your classmate’s. It seemed to be as if everyone already had a friend or a clique of friends. Probably because they had a dorm and were able to befriend their roommates and their roommates other friends, etc.

You felt alone for the first time, not having your two best friends next to you. 

Suddenly, you felt a presence next to you and you looked over to see who chose to sit next to you.

You were met with a heart shaped lipped man, with jet black hair. He had bright eyes, and he gave you a smile, a very contagious one in fact. 

You smiled back at him and allowed silence to fall between you two.

Your professor finally started class, and it was just a simple intro to the class and he went over the syllabus. As he tried to wrap up class, he did the cliche thing where you had to introduce yourself to the person next to you and write down “fun facts” about each other.

Embarrassed, you look at the boy who seemed to radiate happiness and just as you expected, his smile was in the shape of his contagious smile. “Hoseok.” he immediately introduces himself. 

“__.” You say back and smile back at him again. “So what fun facts do you wanna know about me?” you asked. 

Hoseok chuckled and began to think. “Well, what’s your major?” he asked. “Undecided.” you say simply. 

“What about you?” “I’m actually undecided too.” he admits. You perk your eyebrows up in surprise. “Wow! Another undecided major. We’re really rare around here.” you whisper to him. “I know! Don’t you get tired of all the weird looks they give you once you tell them? Like is it that big of a deal?” Hoseok vents to you.

You nod quickly in complete agreement. “Yes! It’s not easy immediately thinking about what you want to do after high school,” you breathe out a heavy sigh you didn’t even notice you were holding in. “What are your hobbies?” you decide to ask back. 

“Dance. I’ve been doing it since I was like 3?” Hoseok smiles, proudly. “Wow, that’s so cool. I wish I had a hobby.” you pout. “Come on, there must be at least something you like doing. Name all of them.” 

You thought real hard. Reading? No, you haven’t picked up a book since middle school. You were just now trying to attempt to get into exercising and eating healthier. All you usually did in your free time was just be social and hang out with Chaeyoung and Jihyo, or watch movies, sleep, and sadly… think about Jungkook. That’s all you did throughout high school. Pretty sad.

You suddenly remembered how ever since the day you met Jungkook during the entrance ceremony of high school, you would write out poems of your feelings for him. Maybe even just write about him for fun. It sickened you over how obsessed you were over such a cold hearted jerk.

“I guess I kinda write.” you shrugged. The last time you wrote for fun was the summer before your senior year of high school. Ever since that school year started, you were too busy doing your college applications, doing your extracurriculars, and spending every second of your senior year with the people you loved most around you. Although you don’t want to admit, you kinda missed writing. It was a nice escape to let out your inner emotions that you didn’t realize were being built up inside of you.

“You should let me read some of your works sometime, __.” Hoseok suggested. You were surprised someone would even be interested in reading your work. You agreed to do that sometime with him. 

After class ended, you walked with Hoseok out of the lecture hall until you were back outside at the campus. The two of you exchanged numbers and agreed to become chemistry buddies to help each other out if one is struggling with an assignment or homework. 

Was Hoseok the first friend you’ve made on the first day of college? You smile to yourself, happy that didn’t feel so lonely anymore.

                                                     . . .

After chemistry, you had an intro to college course and a history elective class. After leaving History, your first day was officially over. You smile to yourself, content with how the first day went. 

As you were walking, a skateboard rolled over to you and it lightly tapped against your ankle. You grab the skateboard and look around to see who it could’ve belonged to. “__!” a random voice called out.

You look in front of you, only to see Kim Taehyung jogging towards you. “Taehyung!” you smiled at him. “Sorry, I sort of just slipped and my skateboard must’ve hit you. Are you okay?” Taehyung breathes, looking down at your ankle to see if it was fine.

You softly laugh and reassure him that you’re fine. However, you see a streak of blood falling down from this elbow. “Oh my gosh, that looks like it hurts.” you wince, wrapping your hands around his arm. Taehyung looks at you. “I’m fine, __. Don’t worry about it.” He smiles.

You shook your head. “Let’s hurry back to the apartment, you could get it disinfected!” you suggested with worry in your voice. Without letting Taehyung say anything, you drag him towards the apartment that you can already see from a distance due to its tall height.

Taehyung watches you lead the way, dragging his bloody arm back to your guys’ home. He couldn’t help but think how you seemed kind of cute being all worried about his elbow.

Taehyung felt fine but it somehow made him feel comfortable knowing that you were so concerned over such a minor injury. 

“Hurry, Tae! Walk faster!” you didn’t even realize you had already given Taehyung his own nickname. Taehyung laughs at the new name you gave him, being okay with it.

The two of you had finally arrived at your door and you were frantically pressing in the passcode into the keypad, which you kept getting incorrectly.

Mumbling curse words under your breath as you kept trying to tap in the right passcode, Taehyung couldn’t but silently chuckle at you. 

Cute. He kept telling himself.

Finally, you had gotten the right passcode and immediately dragged you and Taehyung inside. You dragged him all the way into your room and forced him to sit on your bed as you searched for your emergency first aid kit.

Taehyung looked around your room, admiring the way you had organized it. Your desk area was full of photos of you and maybe some of your friends. Some of them were pictures of when you were a baby. His boxy smile showed when he saw a baby picture of you with cake batter all over your face. 

Every picture that was plastered on the wall, you were always grinning. Taehyung smiled to himself, when he notices that you seemed to be a genuinely happy person. Clumsy, but happy. 

And cute too.

“Aha!” you cheered when you finally found your first aid kit. You sat down, on your knees, in front of Taehyung and grabbed his bloody arm. The blood was starting to dry and it stopped bleeding but you still wanted to at least clean it up, disinfect it, and bandage it for him.

You dab some alcohol onto a cotton ball and firmly pressed it onto Taehyung’s wound. 

He hissed in pain, from the way it stung. “Sorry, Tae.” you wince. Realizing that you just gave him an unconsented nickname, you apologize.

He smirks at you. “Don’t worry about it, I actually like you calling me that.” he looks at you, his eyes somewhat twinkling. Or maybe it was because he was just holding back tears from the alcohol.

You cleaned up the rest of the dry blood and applied disinfectant cream on his wound. After massaging the cream for a few seconds, you grabbed a Spiderman themed bandage and firmly pressed it onto the cut.

Taehyung stared at it and laughed. “You’re really something else, __.” Taehyung says to you.

For some reason, that compliment (?) managed to earn a few butterflies inside your stomach. You blushed in response and finally stood up. “Feel better?” 

Taehyung nods and gives you a soft smile. “Much better. Thank you, Dr.” he bows to you, earning a laugh from you. 

After a few moments of comfortable silence, Taehyung perks up with an idea in his head. “Do you wanna help me cook dinner?” 

Immediately a “yes” blurts out from your lips and the two of you scurry off into the kitchen.

Taehyung was planning on making spicy rice fish cake, with some ramen noodles and scallions sprinkled into it. Maybe not the most nutritious dinner, but at least it’s gonna be delicious. 

As you were watching Taehyung chop up the scallions, you couldn’t help but admire him. 

He’s so perfect. He’s intelligent, kind, funny, incredibly good looking, artistic, and he can cook? What kind of things did you do in your past life to have been lucky enough to encounter such an amazing man like Kim Taehyung? 

Taehyung had you help him boil the ramen noodles and make the spicy sauce. You were having a great time cooking with your roommate. Although Taehyung was handsome as fuck, you felt yourself having an easy time creating a friendly bond between the two of you. He understood your humor, you understood his, you were able to feel comfortable with him the same way you felt comfortable around Jihyo and Chaeyoung. 

Before you knew it, cooking was over and dinner was ready. It was bittersweet. You didn’t want to stop bonding with Taehyung but you were so ready to dig into the meal.

“Is Jungkook going to join us for dinner?” You asked, slowly, trying not to make it obvious that you still secretly wanted him to join, badly.

“He should be home soon. He has classes all day, until 5. He’s a busy boy.” Taehyung informs. You nod. You couldn’t help but worry. The two of you had left for your first class at 9am and you were already done by 2:30. Meanwhile, he has a whole 8 hour full time work shift worth of classes. 

“Ready to eat?” Taehyung asks. You immediately return back to reality and nod, sitting across from him. “Soju or water?” he asks. You chuckle. “Maybe mix both of them for me.” you gave him a mischievous glare and Taehyung clapped, in agreement. 

As you were about to take your first bite of the dinner, you heard the door chime open. Jungkook enters looking slightly fatigued. Your heart sinks at the sight.

“I’m home.” Jungkook calls out to the two of you. “Jungkook, come join us for dinner!” Taehyung calls out to him back. “No thanks, I’m gonna take a nap.” Jungkook doesn’t bother looking at the two of you and immediately walks straight into his room, locking it.

Taehyung ignores it and asks you about how your first day of Konkuk went. You forget that Taehyung is two years older than you and Jungkook and is already in his junior year of college.

You recall to him about meeting Hoseok and the two of you converse for over an hour. 

                                                        . . .

After cleaning up the kitchen and dishes, Taehyung yawns, in relief after finishing cooking, eating and cleaning. Of course you had helped. 

“I’m gonna go shower, __.” Taehyung announces and then departs to the bathroom. 

You were about to head your way back into your bedroom and sink into your bed but something holds you back. You take a peek at Jungkook’s door, looking dead and dark. You tiptoe towards his door and lightly press an ear onto his door. As expected, you heard his faint snore inside. Your heart warms at the cute noise.

You sighed in annoyance with yourself.

One minute you don’t like him, the next minute, you’re back to being head over heels over him. Get a fucking grip.

You mentally slap yourself and walk back into the kitchen. You had an idea that you were contemplating hard on whether or not you should do it. 

After thinking about it for too long, you decided to just say fuck it and do it.

You grabbed a plate and poured the remaining tteokbokki onto the plate. You placed another plate on top of the food. 

I’m just leaving him his plate of food, nothing wrong with that, you reassure yourself.

But you had one last touch to add. You quickly went into your room, took out a sticky note and marker and wrote 

“For: Jungkook. Enjoy :)”

You smile after adding the smiley face. And then, you start to overthink. What the hell are you doing? Did you forget that Jungkook literally hates your guts? What if he knows that you were the one who wrote the sticky note? What if he complains to Taehyung about you and begs him to kick you out? Or worse, what if he decides to leave himself?

After talking yourself out of it, you begin to harshly scribble out the “enjoy :)”. 

“What are you doing?” you hear a croaky voice call out. You turn around and you see a now wide awake Jungkook, scratching his hair, squinting his eyes at you.

“Nothing. I was just writing down my grocery list to buy for tomorrow.” You hide the sticky note behind you and crumpled it up inside your hands. 

Jungkook walks towards you, and you feel the familiar lump in your throat and quickening pace of your heart taking place. 

“Is that my plate?” he asks you. This is the most he has ever said to you before. You nod, without saying anything. He lifts up the plate that was covering his food and inspects it. “Tteokbokki.” he mumbles to himself.

He sighs and sits down and grabs his sticks and begins to eat it. His lips now covered in the red spicy sauce, you can’t help but stifle back a little laugh. 

Realizing that you had been standing there for too long, you slowly walk backwards and begin to walk your way towards the room. 

“Hey.” Jungkook calls out to you. Your heart stops. Is he talking to you? You turn around to look at him. “Yea?” you ask. He swallows down a gulp of food. “Did you make this?” he asks. You nod, hoping that he would compliment you and actually say something nice to you for once. 

“It’s not good,” he says, brutally. Your hopeful eyes turn into a glare and you scoff at him. “Taehyung made it too.” you defend yourself. 

“Then he sucks at cooking too. He’s never made a dish this awful before. He’s missing so many key ingredients.” Jungkook complained. 

You roll your eyes at him. “As if you can do any better. I’m sure the only thing you’re good at is studying and acing exams and that’s all you can pride yourself in.” you say to him. 

Jungkook places his sticks down and gives the same glare back at you. “Hm.” is all he says, until you see him getting up from his seat and he tosses the food into the trash can. 

Your eyes widen at his actions. “What the hell are you doi-” Jungkook walks past you and enters the pantry. He grabs the ingredients that were used to make the tteokbokki except you see some unfamiliar bottles and other spices that you and Taehyung didn’t use: dried anchovies, dried kelp, sugar, and fish sauce. 

Your mouth grows dry from embarrassment. You realize that Jungkook is about to remake the dish as a way to prove you wrong. 

You become really attracted to seeing how focused Jungkook was at cooking, seeing how good his hands looked while he was chopping up the vegetables. His eyes were dark as he focused on creating his craft and his thick brows were furrowed as he cooks and seasons the spicy rice cake. 

It takes him about 30 minutes to complete the entire dish compared to how it took you and Taehyung almost an hour.

Before he serves himself a plate, he goes to the fridge and grabs 2 eggs. He plops them inside the boiling pot of tteokbokki for another 5 minutes and then he finally pours the dish into his bowl. He goes to the cabinet and grabs another bowl and pours the remaining tteokbokki into it, realizing that it’s for you.

He plops chopsticks into the bowl and slides it over to you, silently telling you to try it. With an already irritated look, you open your mouth and take a bite of his version of the dish. Your eyes immediately widen at the bursting amount of flavors that were being well welcomed inside your mouth. You moaned in pleasure of how good his tteokbokki was. 

You look at him and see that he’s already smirking at you. “It’s okay.” you lie to him. Jungkook chuckles and shakes his head. “I bet it is.” he says, all cocky. 

Taehyung enters the kitchen, drying his hair with a towel. “What’s going on here?”

You turn to look at him and then back at Jungkook. “Jungkook said that our tteokbokki sucked so he remade it.” you sighed.

Taehyung gasps. “It was bad, Kook?” his eyes soften in sadness. You begin to feel bad knowing how much Taehyung had put into the dish and how excited he was when he asked you to help him. 

You hated how Jungkook easily ruined Taehyung’s confidence by his cocky attitude. And you hated how his dish was actually better than you and Taehyung’s version.

Taehyung grabs your bowl and takes a bite of Jungkook’s dish. He had the exact same reaction as yours and when his eyes met Jungkook’s, he slid the bowl towards him and walked out the kitchen, with humiliation and anger coursing through him. 

“Look what you did to Tae.” you gritted your teeth. Jungkook’s eyebrows cock upwards at the new nickname. “Tae?” he asks, with a look of disgust. 

You ignore his comment. Jungkook takes a bite of his dish, the sauce coating his lips again. He nods in approval and looks at you, licking the sauce off his lips.

Your breath hitched in your throat at the sinful sight. “I believe you owe me an apology.” Jungkook takes a step towards you again, his arms resting on the countertop. You gulp and take a step back. 

This only lets him take another step closer to you. You step back. And the pattern continues until your back is against the wall. Jungkook is only inches away from you, and your heart is pounding hard against your chest. 

What exactly is he doing? 

“Why are you trying to escape from me?” he asks, darkly, his doey eyes locked onto yours. He presses his hand above, leaving you bridged in between his arms. 

You couldn’t even speak or think or move or do anything. He just kept looking into your eyes. 

“What? Was my tteokbokki so good that you can’t even speak?” he teases. “So you can boldly confess your love to me and act all cocky just earlier but now you can’t even say why you’re trying to escape?” He teases more. “Doesn’t make sense, now does it?”

Hearing nothing from you, Jungkook knows that he’s making you nervous. He chuckles at you and mumbles a “pathetic” and walks away, grabbing his bowl and walking back into his room. 

You let out a large puff of air and struggled catching your breath. 

He fucking teased you. He’s teasing you when he knows that you had feelings for him. What a fucking asshole. A narcissistic asshole. 

You ignored the heat in between your legs and groaned in annoyance and stormed back into your room. 

Being roommates with Jungkook was so much harder than it seemed.

[writingsbymarie]

Stay - Rafe x reader

(not my gif)

Word count: 1,728

Warnings: Swearing, angst and fluff

Request: prompt number one with rafe pretty please 🥺

Prompt: “Have you ever kissed anyone before?” 

A/n: yes I know Rafe is not a good person, but he is intriguing and I love Drew so I just had to write for him, and in this I wrote him much sweeter like they should have written him, and in this he doesn't kill the sheriff.  In this the reader and Rafe are 17 so still in high school as well. Also send in requests for JJ and Rafe, and I’d also be willing to write for John B. and Pope. prompt list

Rafe Cameron. He was the most popular boy at the kook academy. He was the guy girls swooned over even though he tended to be an arrogant ass, especially when he was around his friends. You on the other hand had seen the soft side of him. The side of him the made your heart swell and your cheeks heat up which was precisely why you may have had a tiny crush on him. You on the other hand weren't popular at all. You were one of those people who were just there. No one really had a problem with you, and you had a small group of best friends who were the only people you would hang out with. You would consider Rafe one of your best friends, but just not to the outside world. 

Ward Cameron and your father were business partners. You lived a small drive or boat ride from their residence meaning most of their meetings and planning were done in person, and oftentimes Ward would bring Rafe and Sarah along to your house or you and your sister would go there. Your sister was fourteen the same with Sarah, and you and Rafe were seventeen. You sister would usually hang out with Sarah, and you would usually join them, but some days you spend the time with Rafe. A lot of the time it would be working on homework or talking about the kook academy drama going on in your grade. Rafe was a different person when he wasn’t surrounded by others. He was considerate, he would ask you how things were going for you, and he would listen to you if you ever had any problems, and in return you would listen to him. You too were pretty close, but the truth was to the outside world and your fellow classmates you didn’t exist to Rafe. What they didn’t know was you were the person who was always here for him. The person who he came to talk to when you felt alone. At times the fact he would ignore exist unless you were alone together angered you, but you would never say anything about it because the last thing you wanted was to taint the relationship you and 

Rafe had built throughout the years of friendship.

Ward was a bad father, that's one thing you knew for sure. The way he treated Rafe was unacceptable, and it broke your heart to hear Rafe tell you the awful things his father would say to him. Sarah was his obvious favorite child. He praised her, and gave her whatever her heart desired, but when it came to Rafe he was never enough, and it weighed him down. Rafe would try, so hard to prove himself to his father. He got good grades, was one of the fastest swimmers on the swim team even making nationals, but Ward didn’t care. You were always there up the pieces and the pain of feeling like a disappointment. Rafe Cameron wasn’t a disappointment to you. To you he was extraordinary, and you made sure to always remind him that you were proud of him.

You and Rafe had an emotional connection that was more than just friendship, but both of you were terrified to ruin it, because you needed each other. 

Today Ward brought Rafe to your house to listen in on business plans. He had told Rafe that if he showed responsibility he would maybe be able to take over in the future. Rafe was ecstatic that his father was giving him a chance today, but you were a mess. You were usually a happy person, but you were stressed to the max. You had tests in 3 of your classes and an essay due, and you were overwhelmed to the point you couldn’t think straight. You were frustrated, and ready to have a complete mental breakdown. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes, and all you wanted to do was scream into a pillow. You felt like you were getting worked up over nothing, and that so many people were going through worse, but anxiety was coursing through your veins and you just wanted to cry. Honestly what you really wanted was for someone to hold you well you cried, and the last thing you thought was that the one thing you wanted would come true. 

You forgot that Rafe was even here, even though texted you, and asked to hang out after the meeting was over, so when you heard a knock on your door followed by the voice of Rafe asking if you were in there you almost had a heart attack. 

You looked like a mess. Your hair was in a messy bun. You were wearing a large sweat shirt that covered your shorts, and your eyes were red, and your make most definitely made you look like a raccoon. You quickly wiped your eyes looking in your full length mirror trying to fix yourself as best as you could and you yelled to him that he could come in. You could tell the meeting must have gone well because his demeanor was soft and happy. You were hoping he wouldn’t be able to tell you were upset, but the second he saw your face he frowned noticing that you were visibly distraught.

“Hey what's wrong” he asked softly, coming closer to you. 

“Rafe, it's nothing I wanna hear about how today went,” you said, blinking away the tears that were trying to escape your eyes.  

“It doesn’t seem like nothing, you look like you have been crying” he argued, and you walked to sit down against the head of your bed. 

“Rafe I’m seriously fine, just tell me about how today went” you reassured, but he wasn’t convinced. He didn’t want to talk about how the meeting went until he fixed whatever had made you cry. Seeing you sad was breaking his heart. 

“Please talk to me Y/n, I know you're upset. I've known you long enough to know when you are sad” he said as he took a seat next to you. 

“It’s not a big deal. I’m just stressed. I have so many tests and a whole essay to write this weekend, and I feel like my head is going to explode, and all I want to do is curl up and cry” you ranted the tears stinging your eyes again, and you looked away from him as tears slid down your face.

“Hey look I know I can’t study for you, but you are the smartest girl I know, and I know you will be able to get it all done, and after monday I’ll take you out for ice cream to celebrate no matter how you do, because I know how hard you try” he smiled softly turning you face to face him. He wiped a tear from your eyes, and he could tell you were holding in the tears. “It's okay to let it out Y/n sometimes the best thing is to cry, and after you feel better” and with that you started to cry, and Rafe pulled you into his chest, and you cried into his shirt letting out all your anger and stress. He rubbed your back whispering sweet things like how everything was going to be fine, and you held onto him for dear life never wanting to let go. Once you had calmed down you laid limp in his arms. You closed your eyes enjoying the warmth of his body. You eventually pulled away wiping your eyes and looking up at him.

“Thanks Rafe I definitely need that” you whispered. 

“It’s no problem I know you do the same for me” he smiled wiping a tear that you had missed from your eye making you blush. This was the closest you had ever really been to him, your face was inches from his. His eyes flicked from your lips back to your eyes, and you were pretty sure he was going to kiss you. You wanted to kiss him, but you were terrified to, not only were you not prepared to face your feelings for him, you had never kissed anyone and the last thing you wanted was to be a horrible kisser, and you were pulled from his thoughts, when he asked.

“Can I kiss you” 

Your thoughts were racing, and you knew you had to answer quickly or it would get really awkward really fast so you said what you wanted to say.

“Yes” but before he could lean in you cut him off. “But i’ve never well..” you trailed off your face becoming as bright as a tomato, and you bowed your head down. His eyes widened for a second when he realized you never kissed anyone. He thought your reaction was adorable. 

“Have you ever kissed anyone before?” he smirked 

“No” you mumbled. 

“Do you want to kiss me” he asked hopefully. 

“So bad” you responded looking back up at him, and he slowly connected his lips to yours. His lips were soft, adn a bit chapped. His lips moved slowly against yours and one of his hands held your cheek. Your brain was going into overload, and you felt all the stress slip away from your body, because you were kissing the boy you’ve been crushing on since elementary school. You pulled apart from the kiss your faces still close.

“So how was that for a first kiss?” he breathed.

“Everything I wanted and more” you smiled giving him a peck on the lips.

“So how would you feel about me taking you out to dinner next week?” he winked.

“I think we could arrange something” you giggled, and he kissed your forehead, and you cuddled back into his chest enjoying the fact that the boy you loved was now yours. 

[outerbxnks]

runaway kook - jj maybank

word count: 2.3k

pairing: jj maybank x reader

warnings: bad writing? nothing serious.

a/n: my first imagine in so long, and first of this blog! please let me know what you think, and requests are open <3

requested: n/a

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you stood off to the side of the party, scowling as you watched the mechanic-like movements of the people dancing around you. you were used to these sorts of events, but they never got easier to tolerate. usually, at least, you’d have a friend to hang around with. here, you had no one. you were forced to suffer alone.

you’d just recently moved from the mainland to the outer banks on account of your father’s business. he wanted to branch out to further customers, hence why you were forced to suddenly pack up and leave behind the life you knew. even more so to your disadvantage, your move took place during the summer, so you hadn’t had a chance to meet anyone yet. with your father’s connections, your family were invited to an event a short time after you’d arrived; the (supposedly) infamous midsummer’s party.

hence why you were currently standing alone, simply observing the various faces passing by as they swayed to the classical music being played. you didn’t need to talk to any of them to know the kind of people they were, you could see it in their faces. stuck up, rich, self-absorbed. you knew the type all too well. you also knew you were probably going to have to befriend them, and the thought alone made you want to gag.

you were lost in your thoughts when a small tap on your shoulder shook you from your daydream. you turned to see a girl around your age, her blonde hair cascading gently down her back and a beautiful flower crown situated delicately on her head. “excuse me, are you y/n?” she smiled kindly, and your distaste for everyone around you disappeared momentarily.

you took a second to assess her. she seemed genuine, and you had a feeling she wasn’t like the others. it was quite easy to force a smile and fake kindness, and it was actually very common for people of your social class to do so. however, over time you’d learned to notice when someone was lying - and she wasn’t, or may she was just really good at lying. regardless, you knew you would have to make friends eventually, so after a moment you offered a polite smile and replied, “that’s me.”

“it’s nice to meet you, y/n! i’m sarah cameron, your father and mine are associates.” she beamed, making a small face at the end of her sentence. you gave her a questioning glance, and she leaned close, her voice no louder than a whisper in your ear. “sorry, they’re watching. gotta be on our best behaviour.” she tilted her head backwards and you subtly glanced in that direction, seeing your father next to a man, presumably sarah’s father, and watched as they both looked away at your gaze.

you shook your head with an amused smile, just as the music shifted into a more upbeat tune. sarah seemed to brighten at this, turning to face you excitedly. “care to dance?” she offered you a hand, quirking a brow. you smirked, taking her hand and setting down your drink, allowing her to lead you out into the crowd.

the two of you began dancing carelessly, and you couldn’t help but enjoy yourself. something about her made you feel comfortable, maybe it was because she understood you. you were mid-spin when sarah sharply turned, letting go of your hand and causing you to stumble. you barely managed to catch yourself, looking up to see sarah talking to a server. you watched curiously as he passed her a note and talked to her in hushed whispers. her face suddenly lit up in realization, and you were so caught up in watching her that you didn’t see the boy backing up until he walked right into you, sending you tumbling to the ground.

“shit, are you okay?” he cursed, reaching out a hand for you to help you up. you groaned, placing your hand in his and allowing him to pull you to your feet. he began to look you over, shamelessly checking you out. “well, hello there.” he flirted, and your cheeks warmed up significantly. he was attractive, you couldn’t deny that. the suit he was wearing complimented his figure (very) nicely, but you wouldn’t let him have the satisfaction of knowing that.

“perv.” you muttered instead, forcing yourself to look away. he gasped in mock offence, holding a hand over his heart dramatically. he opened his mouth to retort, when a few boys marched over, grabbing him by the shoulder and aggressively swinging him around, getting in his face. you backed away, and before you knew it he took off running, and the other boys were chasing him through the building. you stood there, in shock for a moment. you quickly snapped out of it and spun around hopelessly looking for sarah, or for anyone that could help him, but no one seemed at all phased by the situation.

you looked around in a panic, when you spotted a security guard. not knowing what more you could do, you begged him to check the room you’d seen the group run into. he had rolled his eyes at you, but agreed and told you to wait outside, you doing so hesitantly. those guys who were following him - the boy whose name you realized, you still didn’t know - looked absolutely terrifying. sure, you could handle yourself against some rich assholes but you were severely outnumbered and decided it was best to stay put.

you paced anxiously and jumped when the security guard came storming out of the room, but much to your surprise the server was the one being dragged out by the collar. “hey, what are you doing with him?” you called out, and though the guard ignored you, the boy looked back, an expression of surprise on his face when he saw you waiting outside. he smirked, shooting you a quick wink before he was dragged outside. you followed the two, wanting to make sure he was alright, at the very least.

you saw him struggling against the guard as you walked out, and he began making a scene. “i see you got your drink! good, that’s really nice of you. i’m actually gonna down that.” he snached the drink right out of the older man’s hand and chugged it, and you were shocked, and slightly in awe. you’d wanted many times to act out at one of these formal events, but you couldn't ever bring yourself to do such a thing. you were enjoying the scene in front of you however, probably a bit more than you should.

he began yelling, catching the attention of everyone in the club. “it’s okay everybody! do not panic. let’s leave it to the men and women in uniform!” you glanced around, finally catching sarah’s gaze. you subtly motioned towards the boy, as if questioning her about his actions; she only shrugged in response, and you turned your attention back to him. he was still being forced out, though you didn’t have the courage to follow him, not with your father who was standing only a short distance away.

“let go of him!” a sudden voice called out, and a beautiful girl with her hair tied up beautifully into a bun stepped out of the crowd. “you can’t just boot him! i invited him here, i’m a member of this club!” she argued, and despite the protests of the people around her, she continued defending the blonde boy.

suddenly he shoved away the guard, and gasps were heard all around. “sorry about that!” he smiled, turning to the girl. “hey, mandatory power hour at rixon’s, kie!” he was walking out now, “pope, you as well, alright? rixon’s cove - let’s roll.” you had to admit, him acting out was really hot. the urge to step out was too great and you gave in, walking directly into his line of sight. he saw you and smirked, eyeing you up and down, then pointed directly at you. “new girl, you should come too. alright, guys! c’mon!”

you watched as the girl who defended him, kie, quickly escaped her protesting parents and watched as the other boy, pope, had as well. it looked liberating. you didn’t even know them, but one quick glance at your father’s warning expression was enough for you to give in and run after them, laughing as you heard the desperate calls of your parents behind you. surely you’d regret this later, but hell, you’d been dreaming of this your whole life, you weren’t letting the opportunity slip away so easily.

you met up with them, and the mysterious boy dramatically bowed, offering you his hand and you took it with a mocking curtsey. you both laughed and you allowed him to pull you to wherever it was you were going. it was then that you realized you actually had no idea where that was, but you figured anything was better than a party full of rich snobs, and besides, you couldn’t exactly back out now.

there was a worn-down looking van parked outside, and the group piled in, you hesitating momentarily. “hey new girl, you coming or what?” he teased, and all eyes fell on you. you never backed down from a challenge, so against your better judgment, you climbed inside, situating yourself with your back to the passenger seat in which pope had occupied. kie slid the door closed behind you, and you pulled out onto the road, a series of cheers arose from the group.

kie turned to you, a curious expression on her face. “so, what’s your name, newbie?” she asked, smirking deviously. it was a bit intimidating, and you straightened your body at her intense gaze.

“y/n.” you answered simply, and you became hyper-aware of everyone’s attention being on you. an awkward silence followed, and you weren’t really sure what else to say, so you cleared your throat. “what about you guys?”

she glanced at you up and down, sizing you up. a moment later she smiled, offering a hand. “i’m kiara, but call me kie.” you took it graciously, returning the smile. “that’s pope, and john b in the front.”

“nice to meet you guys.” you responded, feeling much more at ease. you turned curiously towards the boy who had consumed your thoughts for the entirety of the night. “and what about you? what’s your name, lover boy?” you flirted casually, having gained confidence.

“jj, you mean to tell me you invited someone to run away with us without even having told her your name?” pope asked, confusion written all over his face. he looked at you through the mirror, “and you followed someone and got in a car with him and his friends without even knowing his name? what if we were kidnapping you!” he exclaimed, and you laughed at his words, because they were very much true.

“hey, kidnapping sounds better than sticking around those jerks at the club.” you joked, and everyone agreed, and soon kiara, pope and john b took off in their own conversation, causing you to smirk at jj. “jj huh? cute name. what does it stand for?”

“you and i don’t know each other that well, sweetheart.” he winked, and you felt like you died a little inside at the pet name, but forced yourself not to show him the effect he had on you.

“fine. maybe you’re not a perv.. but you’re a shit server, by the way.” you commented airily, smiling innocently as he scoffed.

“i’m going to take the fact you don’t think i’m a perv as a compliment and choose to ignore you insulting my top notch serving skills.” he shot you a wink, and you rolled your eyes in response, falling into a comfortable silence before kie turned to you, breaking it.

“so y/n, tell us your story.” she pried, leaning forward in anticipation. you shrugged, taking a moment to think.

“not sure what to say, honestly. my dad’s a businessman, he wanted to “expand his horizons” with his customers and next thing you know, we’re packing up everything and moving here.” you explained, and she nodded thoughtfully.

“why come with us then?” her questions were merely fueled by genuine curiosity, and you were happy to answer.

“why not? look at the club, it’s filled with preppy, narcissistic assholes who flaunt their money and constantly fight over who has the biggest house. i can’t stand those people, and i never understood the whole superiority thing. it’s annoying and honestly, so unattractive.” you rolled your eyes, and the group laughed at your comment.

“look at us boys, sounds like we’ve got ourselves a kook princess gone rogue.” she spoke proudly, a smirk on her face.

“what’s a kook?” you asked, tilting your head slightly in confusion. the group laughed, and kie spoke up again.

“those who live on figure 8, with their extremely overpriced properties and huge egos. basically everyone you saw at the club, that’s a kook.” kie explained, and you groaned, affirming you indeed fit into that category. “don’t worry though. you seem cool, you can hang with us.”

“wait, really?” you lit up at her words, looking around at the boys, all who nodded in agreement. your gaze lingered on jj, who seemed a bit relieved. you imagined things would not have gone so well had you actually been happy with the “kook” lifestyle.

“yeah, you can hang with us..” john b spoke for the first time, and you arched a brow, silently asking him to continue. “if you can keep up.” he winked, and kie scoffed at him, shoving him lightly. you smiled at the group around, perfectly content.

“can i ask a question?” you spoke up hesitantly, and kie nodded, encouraging you to continue. “if i’m considered a kook, what does that make you guys?”

the group shared a quick laugh, before jj decided to speak up this time. “oh please, princess. you’re no kook, you’re one of us now. you better like it, cause you can’t shake us that easily.” you rolled your eyes, but couldn’t keep the smile off of your face at his words. “and to answer your question…”

“welcome to the pogue life, y/n.”

[bubblesuga]

Oblivious To Adoration - 2 (m)

Summary: After an intense night of drunken sex, Jungkook realizes he wants more. When he suggests an idea to you, you were shocked. However, who were you to say no to Mr. Jeon Jungkook?

W/C: 3,118

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Warnings: car sex, unprotected sex, slight exhibitionism 

Sleeping beside Jungkook was more comfortable than you thought. 

You had always known him as this muscular guy, so the thought of properly cuddling with him had never crossed your mind. That is, until you fell asleep last night when you definitely weren’t supposed to.

It was just so warm in his arms, your bare chest against his side while light snores left your mouth. Jungkook woke before you, glancing at the clock with a small sigh. Throughout the night he hadn’t let go of you at all, which was surprising to him because he was always one to want to sleep on his own. 

“(Y/N)?” Jungkook’s voice was soft, almost as if he was speaking to a baby. 

You stirred momentarily in your sleep, and Jungkook couldn’t help but push a strand of hair from your face. It was like his hand had a mind of it’s own, and all he could do was watch while he stroked your hair. 

Leaning down to your level, images of last night flashed through his mind. Pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose, he giggled at the contrast of this kiss compared to the ones from last night. He watched your eyelids flutter at the sound, so he quickly covered his mouth in an attempt to watch you sleep just a little bit longer. 

Your chest heaved as you inhaled, signaling your wake. Softly, your eyes opened to see Jungkook watching you with hooded lids. 

“You did so well last night,” he praises, the words being a welcoming first sentence for you, “you’re so amazing.” 

He leans forward to press a kiss to you and you immediately kiss back, remnants of the night before on his tongue still. Jungkook growls when you drop your hand between the two of you, your fingers skimming the tip of his member and feeling it twitch beneath you. Even when he was soft he was still so big. 

“Baby-” Jungkook chokes into the kiss as you grip the base of his cock, “s- stop. I have to work soon.” 

You immediately let go of him, pulling away from the kiss with a blush on your lips, “I’m sorry, you kissed me so I thought-” 

“I just wanted to kiss you,” Jungkook leans forward again, his lips brushing against yours, “sometimes I want to kiss you without fucking you.” 

“Oh.” Your blush deepens, embarrassment flooding you. Jungkook chuckled at your rosy cheeks, his thumbs brushing them. He stands after a moment, slipping on his boxers with his half-hard on, giving you a playful glare once you noticed it. 

You were confused by the kiss, your mind immediately racing with thoughts about how you weren’t 100% sure what being friends with benefits entailed. You thought it was mindless sex, nothing more and nothing less. His tongue intertwining with yours only when the two of you needed to get off, but what he just did to you seemed so domestic. It was dangerously close to approaching relationship-like tendencies and you had to put a stop to as soon as you possibly could. 

“I’ll get you some water,” he rolls his neck, stretching away the sleep, “you probably need it after last night.” 

Sending you a wink, he opens his bedroom door and pads down the hallway, into the kitchen. Whistling some song he heard on the loud speaker at work a few days ago, he couldn’t help the pep in his step. 

It was definitely one of his happiest moments in a while, especially while he watched you come undone above him in one of the most erotically delicious scenes he had ever seen. He only thought this sort of stuff happened in the movies, but you proved him wrong in one night with your goddess like figure and the moan of his name. He was glad that he had the place to himself because he had no clue what he would have done had Taehyung been home. There’s no way he could have kept quiet. 

So, when he placed the jug of filtered water back into the fridge and turned around, he jumped to see Taehyung standing in the doorway of the kitchen, an eyebrow raised and a knowing smirk on his lips. 

“T- Tae! When did you get home?” Jungkook stutters, scratching the back of his neck nervously. 

“Just got in, what’ya go there?” Taehyung moves to lean against the doorway, his tongue in his cheek while his smirk grew. He gestures towards the two cups filled with water, causing Jungkook to whip his head towards it. 

“Nothing! You know me, always so thirsty.” he lets out an awkward chuckle, picking up one of the cups and downing the water in a few gulps. 

Taehyung takes in his friends panicked state, “You got laid didn’t you? Who with? Can I meet her?” 

Jungkook looks up with wide eyes, shaking his head incessantly, “No fucking way, dude. There’s no way you will ever meet her.” 

“Ah, so you did get laid?” 

Jungkook’s face reddens, his ears heating up at the possibility of Taehyung finding out that Jungkook was boning his best friend. Taehyung gave him a pat on the shoulder, a chuckle leaving his lips, “Is this your attempt to get over your crush on (Y/N)?” 

Jungkook choked, covering his mouth in an attempt to hide his shock but he knew that Taehyung had already seen his reaction.

He knew that Taehyung was well aware of his crush on you, especially since he wouldn’t stop talking about that night. Since everyone knew what had happened, he had no problem mentioning about how it was one of the best nights of his life. Even if Yoongi was upset by the fact that his bed had been taken over by you and Jungkook, he still had no regrets. However, you seemed insistent on keeping this a secret so Jungkook knew he couldn’t just come out and say ‘ah, no. (Y/N) is in my bed right now and we just had a full night of wild-’ 

“Earth to Kook?” Taehyung waves his hand in front of Jungkook’s face, breaking Jungkook out of his stare. 

“Huh? Oh- yeah, I figured it’s just best to get her off of my mind so I brought home a girl from the bar,” Jungkook shrugged, his ability to lie even surprising himself, “so I’m gonna get back to her. Holler if you need anything but don’t come in my room.” 

Taehyung puts his hands up in surrender, “You got it, don’t need to worry about me. I respect the sock on the door.” 

Jungkook gives a small nod to his roommate, shakily walking back to his room with now only one glass of water and a whole lot of nerves. 

“Took you long enough,” you were dressed now, your hair brushed and thrown up into a bun, “thank you.” You grin, taking the glass of water. 

You notice Jungkook’s expression, raising an eyebrow while you swallowed your drink, “you alright? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” 

Jungkook sits on the bed, his head falling into his hands. A frustrated sigh falls from his lips. There was nothing more he wanted to do than tell his roommate what was going on but he’s trying desperately to respect your wishes. 

“Taehyung’s home,” Jungkook looks up, biting his lip, “I don’t know how to get you out of here.” 

“What?” You hiss, your voice dropping significantly in volume, your heartbeat rushing to the tips of your fingers while anxiety overcame your every being, “how the fuck am I supposed to-” 

“Whoa, okay,” Jungkook jumps up, rubbing his hands up and down your arms comfortingly, “we’re gonna sneak you out. You just have to be quiet and make sure Taehyung doesn’t hear your voice.” 

You nod. Obviously this was the safest bet, not that you were expecting some elaborate plan to sneak you out of the window or anything like that. However, knowing Jungkook that was probably the first thing to go through his mind. 

Carefully, Jungkook pulls you in for one last kiss, before slowly opening his bedroom door and taking a peak to see where Taehyung might me. 

Hearing the menu sound for PUBG from his bedroom, Jungkook lets out a little sigh of relief and holds your hand tight in his. You ignored the fire that ignited in your lower half at the pressure, tip toeing passed Taehyung’s room and successfully making it to the front door. 

As you step through the threshold, you let go of Jungkook’s hand and turn around with a sigh. 

There it was again, you remembered it well from the last time. The awkward way to say goodbye, you weren’t sure whether it be a hug or a kiss. Something about the way he was look at you, his hair still disheveled from last night and the soft smile stretched across his lips made him look so inviting. 

Just as you were about to lean forward, Jungkook licking his lips in the process, you both pull away as quickly as you moved in once you heard Taehyung’s door squeak open. 

“Oh shit,” Taehyung laughs, and your blood runs cold for a moment before he speaks again, “the irony of (Y/N) interrupting your hook up, huh Kookie?”

“Ahaha,” you lean around Jungkook’s shoulder, “I didn’t know you had a girl in there, Jungkookie. Next time let me know and I won’t swing by.” 

Jungkook’s jaw drops momentarily before he turns around, looking directly at Taehyung. His eyebrows raise for a moment, “U- unless, (Y/N) was the girl in your bed last night.” 

“Don’t be ridiculous, Hyung,” Jungkook waves him off, turning back to you, “I’ll see you for movie night. Bye.” 

Then the door was shut in your face, the dark wooden panels greeting you much like they did when you showed up last night. 

~*~*~

It’s been a couple weeks since you last saw Jungkook. 

With differing schedules, it had been difficult for you to meet up in any way. Aforementioned movie night was cancelled and you began to worry that Jungkook was regretting his decision with you. 

His text messages were sparse and you only managed to call him once or twice with him actually picking up. Taehyung responded to you more than Jungkook did, mostly explaining that he’s been picking up extra shifts or that his boss scheduled him oddly. 

So, you wake up one morning and groan. Still no texts from Jungkook, so you decide to take your ass to his job. 

Sitting in the booth, the hostess of the restaurant went on to sit you in Jungkook’s section. She knew you around here, especially since Jungkook wouldn’t stop talking about you from the moment he met you. 

You spot Jungkook on the other side of the dining room, so you wait patiently for him to walk over to your table. 

When he finally makes eye contact with you, he grins. Quickly, he makes his way over to you and sits across from you in the booth. 

His white button up and black apron was fitted against his abdomen, different from his usual baggy clothing. You liked the look on him, especially with the shirt tucked into his black slacks. For a moment, you forgot why you showed up in the first place. 

“What’s going on?” Jungkook questions, his grin growing when he notices your eyes trailing up and down his neck. 

“I just haven’t heard from you in a while, was wondering if you were upset with me or something.” You were suddenly shy, crossing your legs beneath the table. You couldn’t line your thoughts up to accurately say what you were feeling, or why you were so upset that you hadn’t heard from Jungkook in so long. 

“Upset with you? No, honey-” Jungkook shuts his eyes and sighs, your blood running cold at the adoring nickname, “(Y/N), I’ve just been working a lot. Believe me, there’s been nothing more that I wanted to do than see you.”

Feeling your mouth go dry, you attempt to swallow. Of course he was working a lot, it’s summer and Jungkook was a university student. He isn’t necessarily on the richer side of the spectrum. 

“I’m sorry, this was stupid.” You begin to get up from your seat but Jungkook quickly grabs your wrist, pulling you back down gently. 

“No it’s not stupid,” Jungkook speaks softly, his hand moving to hold yours, “if we’re going to make this work, we need to be able to communicate. All our issues and feelings.” 

“Do you have any issues with this?” This was much different to what you were feeling before about this arrangement. Now that you had gone without him for a while, you didn’t want it to end. 

“No, none at all-” Jungkook’s hand tightens around yours, “I’m off once this last table pays. Wait for me, I’ll drive you home and we can talk.” 

He rushes back towards the last table and checks them out, thanking them for coming and holding up a finger to you, gesturing for one more minute. 

It doesn’t take him long to clock out, and he’s walking back out towards you with his button up exchanged for a too-big-for-him grey shirt and sandals. Standing, you slip your bag on your shoulder and follow Jungkook out the restaurant. 

“Anyway,” Jungkook starts once he’s backed out of the parking lot, “I have absolutely no problems with any of what’s going on. But if you do I’d prefer you tell me sooner rather than later.” 

“If I’m coming to you and asking you if you have any issues, what makes you think I do?” You raise a brow, watching him down shift on the gear of his bucket car. You told him it’d be better to invest in a decent car rather than a nicer apartment but he insisted that he loved this hunk of junk. 

“Dunno,” Jungkook shrugs, “I’ve been worried you haven’t been... enjoying it as much as I have.” 

“Oh, Kookie,” you laugh, “I’ve been enjoying it more than you know.” 

“Good, good.” Jungkook grins, pulling up to a stop light and biting his bottom lip. He looks over to you, moving his hand from the gearshift to your thigh, squeezing. 

Immediately you gasp, looking down at the way his large hand gripped your thigh. “What’re you-” you cut yourself off with another gasp and feel Jungkook’s hand dip beneath your skirt, rubbing soft circles over the fabric of your underwear. 

Your hands fly to his wrist, “Jungkook!” You squeal, nearly turning into jelly once you felt him dip his fingers into your underwear and press hard into your clit. 

“What, baby? Tell me what you want.” He teases, looking over to you with dark eyes. In turn, you toss your head back and let out a loud moan. Completely forgetting that everyone in the cars beside you could see you, your back arched off the back of the street while Jungkook’s pace quickened. 

It all ended too soon when Jungkook heard a honk from behind him, seeing the green light and pulling his hand away to downshift. You catch your breath to the best of your ability, looking down to see your arousal on Jungkook’s tattooed fingers. 

“You can’t do that to me.” You groan, your own hand flying down to cup your sex in a sad attempt to ease the pressure. 

“Do what?” Jungkook’s eyes were on the road, his middle and ring finger between his lips and sucking off your arousal. You bite your lip, “Kookie, please.” 

“What? What do you want?” Jungkook’s voice had a certain husk to it that only happened when he wanted to be deep inside of you. 

“Pull over, I need you.” 

Jungkook didn’t need to be told twice. 

Pressing on the gas, he pulls into the parking lot of your apartment complex. He reaches over and unbuckles your seat belt, leaning his seat back and pulling you over. 

You look around quickly to see the parking lot mostly empty, the grinding your hips down on top of his in an attempt to get him as hard as possible. 

“Come on darling, we don’t have time to fuck around.” Jungkook says in your ear, pulling you down to his lips and kissing you hard. He reaches between you and slides your panties to the side, sliding a finger between your folds and collecting your wetness. 

As you reach between him, you lean back against the steering wheel and accidentally press the horn. The beep makes you jump forward and Jungkook begins to laugh. 

You giggle with him, capturing him in a kiss again and reaching for his zipper. 

It didn’t take long for him to slip inside of you, an appreciative groan falling from his lips. “It’s been too fucking long.” 

“Oh yeah?” You lift yourself up and slide back down again, “and whose fault was that?” 

“Shut up,” Jungkook laughs, his fingertips digging into your hips, “not my fault my boss is scheduling me so much.” 

“Stop talking.” You moan, sinking your teeth into his neck. Feeling yourself sink onto him deeply, you remembered just how well he filled you up. It was almost like he was meant to be inside of you, and there was nobody else you ever wanted to be in this position with again. 

Jungkook’s hands begin to move up and down your sides, “I’m close baby.” 

You begin to move your hips faster, Jungkook latching his lips onto your collarbones and biting down. You moan loudly, feeling yourself clench around Jungkook. 

“Come for me.” Jungkook encourages, his thumb rubbing figure 8′s on your clit, and then you felt your release unlatch. Your vision goes white and you hear Jungkook yell your name, following your orgasm with his own and shooting white hot strings of cum painting your insides. 

You still on top of him, your legs shaking with the aftermath. Your head falls onto his shoulder, Jungkook’s arms pulling you as closely to him as possible.

You two stay like that for a few moments, both of you catching your breath. You pull away to move your lips to his and kissing him hard. Jungkook pulls your bottom lip between his teeth, still reeling from the sensitivity of his release. Though he was softening inside of you, he didn’t ever want to leave. 

Suddenly you hear a knock on the window, and you jump away from him, bumping the horn again. 

You and Jungkook whip your heads towards the window and you spot Namjoon, who leaned down to look into the car. He holds a smirk on his face and he waves, before walking towards the buildings. 

[brelione]

Wish I was Sarah PT 2 (Sarah X Reader X Kiara)

Part One

Kiara woke up to her phone buzzing,you asleep next to her with your phone still in hand.She groaned,checking her phone and squinting at the bright light.It was one in the morning and her parents were trying to find out where she was. “(Y/N),hey.Wake up,we gotta get home.”She whispered,shaking you slightly.You grumbled,smacking her hand away. “Nooooo.”You protested,trying to curl back into your ball of warmth.

 “Yessss.Come on,your parents are gonna be looking for you.”She pulled you up,shivering slightly at the lack of blankets.You two didnt even bother to bring the plates back,slipping through the cracked rock and onto the soft sand,the cool air hitting you skin. “I’d really prefer not to be awake right now.”You laughed,guiding her back to the large house.People were still in the yard,older folks still talking and cleaning up all of the dishes.You felt heat rush to your face as you noticed Sarah Cameron,head in her hands as she stared down at her phone at the table,half asleep.

You and Kiara went inside,greeted by her mother. “Where’d you run off to?”She asked.Kiara gestured towards you,wanting you to explain. “Sorry,its loud and we wanted to watch a movie so we went down the beach.Sorry.”You answered softly,seeing your aunt on the couch.Mrs.Carrera wasnt mad though,in fact,she was ecstatic.Kiara hadnt made any girl friends since Sarah Cameron or even kook friends for that matter. “Dont worry about it,just tell us next time.”She smiled down at you.You played with your fingers,nodding before going over to speak to your aunt.Sarah turned to watch you,biting her bottom lip as she watched you leave.That was three months ago.

Kiara grinned as you showed her an oddly shaped rock that you found by the beach,asking her what it looked like to her. “It looks kind of like a bat but it could also be a cat if you look at it when its flipped over.”You flipped the rock,running your fingers along the rough bumpy surface.She nodded,looking through the sand for shells. “Hey,Kie?”You asked,putting the rock in your pocket.She hummed,still looking through the sand.

 “What’s going on with Sarah Cameron?”You asked.Her breath hitched,frowning as she looked at you. “You dont want to be involved with her.She’s evil.Shes like a snake that lures you in and then suffocates you!She’s the worst person ive ever met and her brother is a crack head that beats the shit out of people for no reason.Trust me,you dont want anything to do with her.”Kiara huffed,looking you in the eyes.

You pouted slightly,becoming uneasy. “She seems nice.”You mumbled,making her shake her head. “No,shes not.She acts nice and then she’ll betray you like she does to everyone.She betrayed me!”Kiara exclaimed.

You nodded,biting the inside of your cheek. “Okay.”You mumbled.The rest of the day was a bit awkward after that conversation,Kiara concerned that you were falling for Sarah.She was trying to think of something to tell you that would make you hate Sarah,anything to keep you from chasing after her.She couldnt though.There was nothing that could stop you from liking Sarah.She just needed to get you to like her more.She had asked you not to be around Sarah or talk to her.You had told her that you wouldnt and she was stupid enough to believe you.Two weeks after you made that promise the worst thing imaginable happened.

Kiara hadnt hung out with the boys in a while and they were getting sick of her ditching for you.That lead to her agreeing to go to the beach and surf with them early one morning.It was windy and cool but the waves were fantastic.She carried her surfboard under her arm,walking to the water with John.B as Pope and JJ tossed down towels and their cooler of off brand soda and tuna sandwiches.Her head turned when she heard squeals and giggling,two voices shouting to one another.

She squinted,making sure that she was seeing things right.Sarah Cameron was wearing a red sweater,one that had faded from being washed and worn so many times.She held a tennis racket,fighting off birds that were trying to get to the mice that stayed in the tall grass.She wasnt the only one though.You stood with a tennis racket as well,wearing a bikini top and shorts as you shouted at the birds,trying to get them to leave the mice alone.

Kiara felt her heart drop,realising what was happening.You had told her that you wouldnt talk to Sarah at all and here you were giggling with her.She couldnt even blame you.Your oblivious self had no idea just how much Kiara liked you and how desperately she wanted you to like her back.Sarah had to know what she was doing.The blonde glanced her way,a small smirk on her face to let Kiara know that she was defeated,that you liked Sarah and Sarah had won.

The way you looked at Sarah with so much love and longing made Kiara’s heart hurt.It was the same way that she looked at you.Kiara bit her tongue,looking back out at the waves. “What just happened?”John.B asked,looking down the beach to where Kiara had been staring previously.He thought he understood when he saw Sarah,thinking it was her alone that had ruined his friend’s mood.Kiara hadnt told the group about you yet.She knew that they would beg her to meet you.

SHe had convinced herself that she was worried that they’d like you more than her but she knew better.She was worried that you’d like them more than you liked her just like Sarah.She wasnt ready for those words to collide.Kiara couldnt be mad at you which just made everything hurt more.She had liked Sarah a long time ago so she could understand you.She could relate to how you stared at her with such admiration and how you were following Sarah like a lost puppy.Tears began to blur her vision as she realized that Sarah would hurt you and ruin you.

She hated Sarah so much but right here and right now she wanted nothing more than to be Sarah.You liked Sarah better.Everyone had always liked Sarah more.Kiara had cried into her pillow that night,wishing that you were different,wishing that you hated Sarah.She had sat at her window like a little kid,praying to the first star that she saw that she would wake up tomorrow and be Sarah.When she woke up her pillow was damp from tears and her head hurt,skin splotchy and eyes puffy.Her phone was ringing,causing her to groan and answer without checking who it was. 

“Hello?”She asked,tired. “Hey,Kie.Did you just wake up?”You asked.She grumbled something which you took as a yes. “Its like almost noon.Are you feeling okay?”You asked.She blinked a couple of times,sitting up in her bed. “Yeah,I was just tired from surfing yesterday.Whats up?”She asked,rubbing her head. “I was just wondering if you wanted to come to the cave and paint it with me.”You answered,waiting for her to reply. “Yeah,okay.Give me a little bit to get dressed.”She told you before hanging up.

She looked in the mirror,groaning at how sick she looked.She splashed some water on her face,putting on a baggy yellow t shirt and some white jeans.She tied her hair up in a bun,changing her jeans when she remembered she would be painting.

John.B had called her,requesting that she come to his house to watch Spongebob with him,Pope and JJ. “Cant,im busy.”She answered,trying to keep things vague.He huffed. “Busy with what?”He asked.She bit her lip,trying to think of an explanation. “Im hanging out with my friend.”She answered,hearing him let out a dramatic groan.

 “You’re hanging out with that girl again?Cant she just come with you?”He asked.She smiled,sighing. “Nope.”She hung up.She couldnt introduce you tot he boys.When she had walked down the beach,a smile on her face,excited to see you she frowned,seeing you speaking to Sarah Cameron.

Sarah wore just a sports bra and sweatpants,her hair in a ponytail which let Kie know that she was out on a run.She noticed the way you were biting your lip,eyes not meeting Sarah’s.You were nervous,flustered.Sarah gave you a quick hug before jogging away,not seeing Kiara. “Hey,Kie!”You smiled,jogging up to meet her half way,pouting a bit when you saw how mad she looked. “What’s wrong?”You asked,not understanding.

She rolled her eyes,crossing her arms. “What’s going on with you and Sarah Cameron?”She asked,making your heart drop. “What?”You asked,smile gone.She sighed,looking down at the sand. “You like Sarah,I know that you do.But you cant trust her,okay?”She asked,trying not to cry or sniffle.You licked your lips,looking down the beach.

 “I dont think I understand.”You pulled at the sleeves of your shirt,feeling vulnerable. “Sarah is a really bad person.She pretends to be all sweet and defending mice and turtles but she is disgusting and shes like a rock fish.She lures you in and doesnt look scary and seems all innocent and then you get close to her and she poisons you!She ruined my life and hurt me and she hurts everyone!She’ll hurt you too if you stick around,alright?”Kiara asked.

 “You’ve said that before...but I just...I dont know.There’s something about her.”You mumbled.Kiara wanted to cry,to run,to drown herself in the ocean that was so close. “There’s other girls out there,(Y/N).Theres ones that wont betray you and act like you dont exist.I just dont want to see you get hurt in a toxic relationship,alright?”She asked,his heart thumping.You nodded,giving her a small smile. “Lets go paint then.”You smiled,grabbing her hand and running over to the crack in the rock wall,sliding through.

Kie slid through behind you,giggling as she looked for a place on the rocks to paint.You found a flat area,picking up a palette and squirting out little mountains of red,yellow,blue,balck and white along with a few brushes.Kiara went on the more abstract approach,pouring colors onto her hands,rubbing them together and pressing them against the rocks and smearing them,trying to make something like butterfly wings.

She felt your brush glide against her arm,making a wet streak.She looked over at you,a confused smile. “What are you doing?”She asked,looking down at her arm.  “I need it to be the same color as your skin.”you answered simply,making a large circle with the toffee like color.She watched you,not really caring about what she was supposed to be painting,focused on the way your brush was moving as you made a darker little wave in the middle of the circle,watching as it formed into a nose.

Kiara tried not to stare for too long,making a rainbow flower from her handprints.You used a different brush to make dark chocolate waves of hair,trying to fix the hairline of the painting,getting the paint onto the sides of the circle to make it more like Kiara’s face. “You’re painting me?”She asked,knowing the answer was obvious.

You smiled,nodding and making two dark lines closer to the hairline,making them into little curves for eyebrows.It took a good two hours for you to finish the portrait,Kiara had put on her playlist for the two of you to listen to.Once you were satisfied with the portrait you stepped aside,letting the model see it. “Oh wow….that literally looks like a picture.”She smiled,taking a photo of the painting.You simply shrugged,a small grin on your face. “I kind of just memorised your face I guess.”You answered,feeling heat in your face and neck.

She was hesitant to kiss your cheek lightly,smiling as she looked away from you.Her phone dinged,ruining her good mood because she knew exactly what it meant. “Shit,I have to go home but i’ll see you tomorrow?”She asked,turning off the music and slipping her phone into her pocket. “I’ll walk you home.”You said quickly.She didnt argue,glad that you were willing to do that.

You held onto her hand as the two of you walked,getting some rainbow paint on your hand. “You have school tomorrow?”You asked sadly.She nodded,knowing that you didnt know much about that,being homeschooled and all. “You’ll come see me after school though?”You asked. “Of course.”She answered,coming up her driveway. “So...tomorrow?”She asked,your hand still holding hers.She wasnt prepared when you leaned forward quick,kissing her.

Her eyes went wide for a second before calming,her hand lifting to cup your chin,getting purple paint onto your skin.She smiled into the kiss,feeling so many things at once.It ws the feeling you get when you’re at the top of a rollercoaster,excited and nervous to go down,laughing as it all happened.It was the feeling you get when you hear your favorite song that you had listened too when you were young.

The stong that you used to scream the lyrics too on car rids and listen to it on repeat,the one that you could remember even years later and the excitement that would course through you when you heard it.It was the feeling you get when you get a huge thing of cotton candy at the fair,the sweetness of it melting in your mouth as the sun goes down,the heat on your skin.

You pulled away,your forehead still against hers. “Yeah,i’ll see you tomorrow.”You grinned,turning around and walking away,leaving her speechless.She let out a loud sigh,licking her lips and smiling so hard it hurt before she made her way up her driveway.When she walked into her house her mother was making dinner,her dad on the couch.She went right up the stairs and into her room,falling onto her bed with her face in her pillow as she squealed,staring up at her ceiling,blushing.

Her father came upstairs,asking her who she had hung out with that day. “(Y/N).”She answered,sitting up and trying not to smile again. “Is that the girl that we like?”he asked,referring to himself and Kiara’s mother.Kie nodded,sighing softly. “Okay,dinners ready.”He answered,going back downstairs.

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[amerie-wadia]

a figment of my worst intentions

what really happened during kiara’s kook year that made kie establish the strict no pogue-on-pogue macking rule (inspired by betty by taylor swift) → read on ao3.

but if i showed up at your party

would you have me? would you want me?

would you tell me to go fuck myself

or lead me to the garden?

in the garden, would you trust me

if i told you it was just a summer fling?

i’m only seventeen, i don’t know anything

but i know i miss you. 

Kie had been working up the courage to tell Sarah for months—she had been working up the courage to tell anybody, somebody for years. For her whole life.

It was never the right time and it never seemed to be the right person either.

For a while, Kie wasn’t sure. Nobody in the world had ever talked to her about what it actually meant to be anything other than straight. ‘You just know’ didn’t really cut it either. Because she didn’t ‘just know’ what any of it meant. Sure, girls had always been beautiful, but just because she thought girls were beautiful didn’t mean she was sexually or romantically attracted to them.

“She’s so cute,” her mom would comment as she looked over Kie’s shoulder at her Instagram feed.

“Yeah, she is cute,” Kie would respond half-heartedly because obviously her friends were cute but her mom also shouldn’t be commenting on girls’ bodies. Kie was trying to teach her to put less of a focus on her looks, but it never seemed to work. And sure, her friend was cute, but her mom thought so too and that had to mean something.

“She’s so hot,” Sarah said one day as they lay sprawled across the couches in Sarah’s bonus room. Megan Fox was hot, everybody thought so. It wasn’t weird to think she was hot and Sarah seemed to agree too.

And Kie thought girls were beautiful. So many girls.

She never really thought about what it would be like to kiss them or touch them and she never thought about having sex with them.

Granted, she didn’t think much of sex at all. Sarah talked about it all the time, but Kie didn’t get the big deal was.

One night, after Sarah had been going on and on about how her new boyfriend was really good at going down on her, Kie decided to look it up, as she’d been too embarrassed in the moment to ask Sarah what she meant by it. One Google search lead to another and Kie was scrolling through a porn site. The thought of it alone was enough to make Kie want to hide under her covers forever and never face another living soul. It felt dirty and wrong and every instinct told her that this was exploiting women and she needed to close the tab. But she scrolled because the article she’d read had been weird and she had never heard of some of the words and body parts that supposedly she had. So she scrolled a little farther.

And dicks were gross. Like abominably gross. They looked wrinkly and slimy and the thought of letting one touch her, letting one come near her mouth, made her feel stiff and scared and small. How did anybody want to touch those? Maybe with the right guy it would be different…

But nothing about the women grossed her out. The images were hot and Kie knew she was supposed to react that way to them. Thinking the women weren’t gross didn’t mean she thought they were hot either. It just wasn’t grossed because she had looked at herself a million times naked or in the mirror when she got out of the shower. There was nothing shocking or revolutionary about seeing naked women. It was a little hot, though.

Finally, she clicked on a video and instantly wanted to scream when the intro music blared through her bedroom. She turned the volume all the way down and paused the video for a moment just in case one of her parents came knocking at her door. Nobody came. She hit play.

She scrolled through the video, not quite ready to actually watch it yet, until it came to the part she had searched for. The guy doing that was much less scary and much sexier. She understood the appeal of that. Maybe having sex wasn’t as scary and gross as it had always seemed. Until he stopped doing that and started pounding into the girl. Nothing about it turned her on whatsoever. But the video barely showed anything but an entirely too zoomed in image of the grossest action

Kie had ever seen in her life. She closed the video and decided that was enough for the night.

The next time Sarah talked to Kie about sex it made both more and less sense. Sarah seemed to think that all of it was hot, not just the part where the guy went down on her. She told Kie that she had never done the other part—the real part—but that she had always been excited about it. Kie didn’t know how to say she had never felt excited about that, but quickly the conversation moved back to their history homework and that was that.

Kie had so many more questions but she wasn’t ready to ask.

Freshman health class was an absolute joke. The district had a strict abstinence-only policy and her health teacher gave them a quick sex run down where she mentioned the word condom only once but STD and unwanted pregnancy like ten times each. Kie was more confused when she left than when she had gone into class that day. Sarah hadn’t been paying any attention to the presentation and then proceeded to heavily make fun of it during lunch. Kie laughed along with her jokes, even though some of them she didn’t quite understand.

In typical North Carolina fashion, there was LGBT sex education—let alone straight sex education.

Not that Kie was inherently curious about what it meant to have sex with girls. But it should at least be offered. There had to be some secret lesbian or bisexual girls in her grade who were just dying to know what they were supposed to do.

Kie didn’t understand a lot of sexual attraction, wondered sometimes if she was just young or immature or weird. She wondered for quite some time if maybe she was asexual. Occasionally though, she got a really strong urge to touch herself and it made her question it even more. She didn’t understand what any of the sexualities actually meant and what they entailed.

The only thing that made sense was that she was nowhere near ready to have sex with anybody yet.

Her first kiss came too soon, sooner than she wanted or was ready for. It was weird and fast and when his lips left hers the space between her lips and her nose felt slimy and sticky. She touched her lips for a moment, thinking there had to be a trail of spit leftover from his own but when she pulled her fingers away there was nothing. He was grinning across the circle of people but Kie felt trapped under all their stares and shoved the empty beer bottle in Sarah’s direction.

Sarah was absolutely giddy and Kie wished she had never told her friend that she’d never actually kissed anybody before.

The guy was in her Biology class and he had always been such an asshole. She never in a million years would’ve kissed him if it wasn’t for Sarah.

“It’ll be fun, I promise. And even if the kiss is bad you get it over with and then when you actually meet somebody you want to kiss you’ll know what to do.”

It had made sense when Sarah explained it that way and begrudgingly Kie sat crisscross applesauce beside Sarah on the shag carpet floor. Luckily, the bottle didn’t ever land on Kie a second time. Sarah had fun and when the game was over she had found herself a new beau. Kie decided it would be best not to remind Sarah that she was still technically in a relationship.

Sarah wanted to stay past curfew so she could talk to the guy so Kiara had to call home and convince her parents that she was already over at Sarah’s house. Sarah did a good impression of Rose from the quiet solitude of the bathroom and Kie’s mom seemed to buy it. They stayed way too late, late enough that there were only a few people left and things were getting awkward. Rafe had to come pick them up since neither Sarah nor Kie could drive yet. That was even more awkward.

Kie filled them each a glass of water from the kitchen and managed to make it upstairs to Sarah’s room with about two-thirds of the water still in the cups. Sarah had two sips and then spilled the rest on the hardwood floor. Kie drank her entire glass and then pulled off her jeans and tossed them in a ball on the floor. Sarah was still in her party dress but had crawled into her bedsheets as if she didn’t care. Kiara took of Sarah’s wedges and threw them down by her jeans.

She borrowed a pair of Sarah’s pajama shorts and then crawled into the bed beside Sarah.

“What did you think of Topper?” Sarah asked in a slurred mumble of letters that Kie needed a moment to piece together.

“He was okay,” she said quietly, tying her hair into a bun on the top of her head, wishing she had her bonnet and also her retainer at home. She was still drunk enough that neither mattered all that much in the moment.

“I think I could fall in love with him, really Kie,” Sarah hummed. Kie didn’t know how to respond to that because Sarah was dating Chris and Topper was kind of a dick. Not kind of, he was a total dick.

“Was the kiss really that good?” Kie asked because it was the nicest thing she could think to say. Sarah turned, shoving her hands under the side of her face and looking across the bed at Kie.

“It was the best kiss of my life. I mean, the things he can do with his tongue,” she squealed. Kie shushed her gently so Sarah wouldn’t wake her dad and Rose in the next room. Sarah just laughed as a flush rolled across her cheeks and she bit down her bottom lip. She was looking past Kie as if she could see Topper standing in the doorway behind her. “He’s so hot.”

“I guess.”

“Come on, Kie. Don’t act like you can’t see it.”

Kie really didn’t see it. Sure, Topper was the only boy in their grade who had abs—which he never shut up about—but Kie didn’t get the big appeal with abs. There were other and better features that were way hotter than abs. Eyes, for a start, held so much emotion and were beautiful. Hair was hot too, when it was styled right. Arms and hands were even hot sometimes. But abs just looked like Legos and Kie had never cared much about them.

“He’s okay.”

“Name somebody hotter,” Sarah challenged, smirking like she had stumped Kie.

“I don’t know,” Kie mulled, nobody in their class was all that hot.

“Seriously, you have to like somebody,” Sarah whined, and then in a much softer tone, “you never talk to me about boys. Don’t you trust me?”

“Of course I trust you. You’re my best friend.”

“Then tell me what boys you think are cute.”

Sarah was really close and her cheeks were flushed and she was grinning and—oh. Oh, fuck.

Kie wondered for the first time in her entire life what would happen if she just leaned in and pressed her lips against somebody else. She only let herself wonder for a moment. It was stupid. It didn’t mean anything. She wasn’t sexually attracted to Sarah, she just wanted to know what it would be like to kiss her. Not kiss, just touch Sarah’s lips with her own. To just lean in and see what happens.

“The guys in our class are so stupid and half of them don’t even wash their hands when they go to the bathroom.”

“Kie,” Sarah whined, giggling in her drunken state, “They don’t really have to wash their hands anyway. It’s not like they have to wipe.”

“They have to hold it in their hands, Sarah.”

“But like, not the pee part.”

“Ew,” Kie squirmed, laughing herself as Sarah erupted into a fit of giggles.

“They wash their hands when they shit.”

“Not all of them,” Kie argued, knowing for a fact that she had seen one of the boys come out of the bathroom with a mysterious brown tint on his fingertips. “Trust me.”

“Whatever, Kie. I know you like somebody and I’m gonna find out who it is. Just you wait,” she trailed off as a yawn overtook her. Her eye lids fluttered and suddenly she was scooting closer to Kie and rested her head in the space between Kie’s collar bones and her head. Sarah was warm against her exposed skin and pieces of his hair tickled the bottom of Kie’s chin.

Something in Kie’s stomach tingled. Something lower than her stomach tingled.

It didn’t mean anything. Kie was just lonely and the touch surprised her. It was nothing.

Kie thought maybe she should reach out and wrap an arm around Sarah or something. Sarah seemed content and Kie thought it might also make the entire thing feel too intimate and weird. She didn’t want to give Sarah the wrong idea. Sarah pressed a kiss to her cheek and then rolled back over to her side of the bed.

“What about Zach?” Sarah asked as she tugged the sheets back up around her.

“He’s gross,” Kie answered because Zach truly was gross and often wolf-whistled at girls in the hallway.

“Damon?”

“He farts all the time.”

“Okay, what about Eddie? Eddie is like the nicest guy ever, tell me you don’t think he’s cute.”

“I don’t think he’s cute.”

“God, Kie!” Sarah exclaimed, pulling the pillow from underneath her head and slamming it against Kie. Kie laughed because it was easier than continuing the conversation. “I’m gonna figure it out.”

“Go ahead.”

Kie tried her best not to think about the few seconds when she pictured leaning in. She would erase it from her memory or wash it down through her system with the alcohol and pee out its memory in the morning. It was a one-time thing and there was nothing to dwell on or over think about it. And, she hadn’t actually kissed Sarah or really even thought about kissing. She just wondered if Sarah would lean in at all or if she would pull away. A science experiment, really.

Until it wasn’t a one-time thing.

Until she thought about what it would actually feel like to kiss Sarah.

Until she thought about the parts of her body that tingled when Sarah curled up beside her.

Until Sarah would run up to her in school and sling an arm around her shoulder or hold her hand as they walked down the hall to class or played with her hair when she was bored in class and didn’t want to listen to the lecture.

And Kie started to realize that it absolutely was not nothing.

And that it wasn’t just Sarah. Sure, it was mostly Sarah. But it wasn’t just Sarah.

It was girls. It was girls at school and at the grocery store and at the Wreck and online and everywhere she went there was so many beautiful girls. And it wasn’t nothing at all.

Kie decided it was okay for her to admit out loud—out loud in her mind not with her words—that she liked girls. That she didn’t like boys at all, not even a little bit, but that she liked girls. She watched lesbian porn and didn’t looked away or skip through. She let herself think about girls in bed at night or in the shower. She never let herself think of Sarah because she couldn’t make it weird.

She really didn’t want to make it weird.

Which was hard because Sarah was a very touchy person and a very flirty person. With everybody, not just guys or her latest boyfriend. Sarah was always touching her or telling her how cute she looked and sometimes when Kie did something stupid Sarah would laugh and then cup Kie’s cheek and tell her how sweet she was. It felt like flirting and Kie had to repeat like a mantra over and over and over again that Sarah didn’t know what she was doing.

Kie was desperate to say this new—not so new—revelation out loud. Telling it to her parents felt way to formal. Telling it to anybody but Sarah felt like a betrayal.

But saying it out loud meant she could never take it back.

And what if she wasn’t actually a lesbian? What if she just didn’t understand what she was feeling and she had confused finding girls beautiful with being a lesbian? What if she finally kissed a girl and it felt awful? What if she went through the trouble of telling the entire world she was a lesbian to find out she was straight all along. She could be straight…

But Sarah wouldn’t judge her, probably not. It was probably going to make things weird between them, Sarah probably wouldn’t be so handsy with her anymore. But then she would stop pestering Kie about finding a boyfriend and they could talk about girls and guys together.

Everything was going to be okay, all she needed to do was find the right time and she would tell Sarah.

The right time, Kie decided, was going to be after Sarah’s birthday that way if things did get weird it wouldn’t ruin Sarah’s special day.

But then everything did go weird and suddenly Sarah was posting a snapchat story of a birthday party that Kie definitely hadn’t been invited to and the entire world came crumbling down.  

The first thing Kie did was make a mental list in her head of every time she had ever been drunk. She could remember all of it—had never been drunk enough to actually forget things or blackout—and she had never come on to Sarah or mentioned her feelings for girls. No conversations, so brush of her lips on Sarah’s forehead. She didn’t think it was obvious. Sarah had never acted like Kie freaked her out at all.

Sarah and Kie were best friends.

But Sarah’s snapchat story had birthday balloons and they were drinking champagne and Sarah drank a shot from Topper’s belly button and Kie had never been invited.

Sarah hadn’t fucking invited her.

As the walls shattered and the floorboards beneath her feet sunk into the sand, Kie let her fury consume her and she dialed three little numbers before she could even think twice. She knew Sarah’s address by heart and the call was quick.

Kie never understood what went wrong. She never did anything, she retraced her steps and mulled over every word. Sarah hadn’t even acted weird, didn’t distance herself from Kie leading up to the party of anything.

“You bitch,” Sarah had cried the next day in school when she marched right up to Kie. “You called the fucking cops on me?!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Kie said with a stone-cold façade, shoving past Sarah because the thought of Sarah actually being mad at Kie right now was enough to make her blood boil.

How dare Sarah not invite Kie to her birthday party. How dare Sarah feel entitled to anger.

They didn’t say another word to each other and Sarah avoided Kie like the plague. Kie was angry, even more angry than she was sad for a while. And then she was all sad and completely lonely and found herself hanging out with Pope, JJ, and John B because there was nobody else and she couldn’t handle having feelings for another one of her friends ever again.

“If I’m going to be part of the Pogues,” she announced one night after JJ had suggest they formally invite Kiara into their stupid ‘HMS Pogue’ club that apparently revolved around fishing and surfing, “then we have to make something clear.”

“What’s that?” Pope asked, taking a sip of his beer and flicking JJ’s hand away when JJ tried to tilt the can so it spilled all over Pope’s face.

“Absolutely no Pogue-on-Pogue macking.”

JJ pretended to fall over so his back crashed into Pope and he threw a hand dramatically over his forehead as if he was in true distress.

“Break my heart, Kiara, why don’t you.”

“Shut up, JJ. I think we can do that,” Pope agreed, even though she ended up putting JJ in a head lock. He smiled at Kie though and she knew he would at least be respectful of it.

“That’s fine by me,” John B agreed too.

“Dealio,” JJ whined as he tugged at Pope’s grip until the other let him free.

“I’m serious.”

“We hear ya.”

Everything was good for a long time. The guys flirted with her here and there but never anything serious and nobody ever bothered her. And then John B kissed her and that was weird. Kie had never thought of him that way. She loved the guy, he was one of her best friends, but he was far from her type and luckily, he seemed content with just being friends.

And then she started dating Sarah and the first thing Sarah said to Kie was that she was a ‘shit talking bitch’ and Kie wanted to bury John B in the sand and let high tide have its way with him because how dare he defend Sarah fucking Cameron right in front of her?

And how fucking dare the Pogues trap her on a boat with Sarah fucking Cameron?

“I mean, really,” Kie asked softly, hesitantly, when the weed had subsided her anger and the darkness concealed her fears. It seemed like the only time and space in the universe where it was safe to ask about that night. “What did I do?”

Sarah was quiet for a moment, eyes red and wide but Kie could tell she was still sober enough to think properly. Sarah sighed and looked away for a moment.

“You liked me.”

Shit. Fuck. Maybe she had let it slip or maybe she had been a lot more obvious than she thought or—

Sarah kept talking and Kie realized Sarah didn’t mean ‘like’ as in romantically but ‘like’ as in platonically. It was confusing as hell but it was a lot easier of a conversation so Kie went with it.

She was still mad but she admitted to Sarah that she had called the cops when they were laying side by side in bed that night. Sarah laughed and called her a bitch, but in the flirty and carefree way Sarah had when they had once been friends. Kie decided that maybe they could be friends, but she had to stop thinking of Sarah when she was in bed at night or in the shower. She could never in a million years lean in or even think about leaning in.

So when Pope got high for the first time and told Kie he was in love with her, she went with it. Not at first. It wasn’t what she wanted and she wasn’t going to pretend to love somebody she didn’t. Especially when that somebody was Pope—the kindest, most thoughtful, wonderful boy in the world who actually washed his hands when he went to the bathroom and held in his farts like a gentleman. Pope was the absolute last person in the world she would ever want to hurt.

But he was also safe. She loved Pope, so maybe one day she could learn how to be in love with Pope. When he kissed her there weren’t sparks but it wasn’t gross and it didn’t make her feel small and stupid.

She knew it was a mistake. She knew it was selfish. But she did it anyway. She clung to Pope when she heard the news that Sarah and John B had drowned. He held her tight and cried against her neck and kissed her forehead. She held on to his shoulders and shut her eyes and wished it was Sarah who was holding her instead.

[country-club]

Games #2

*Gif not mine* Warning: drinking Words: 1.335

> Rafe’s sister seems nice, so do her friends

#1

You spent the day unpacking boxes and making your room feel home-y. Listening to happy songs. You couldn’t get Rafe off your mind. Unsure if he was the kind of person you should be hanging around with. You worried for the poor guy he’d fought. Though he’d gotten a good jab at Rafe as well. Maybe you should check on him? Your thoughts get disrupted by your sister yelling you need to get downstairs. And so, you did. Whilst walking down the stairs you heard unfamiliar voices coming from outside. Undoing your hair from the messy bun-situation it was in, you walk outside. You are greeted by your stepdad and Allison, sitting on the lounge-set with Rafe, two girls and people who look like his parents.

“There you are, y/n.” Your mom walks past you with drinks in her hand. “These are the Camerons, they live down the street. Go introduce yourself, dear.” You shook hands and introduced yourself. The man’s name is Ward and the woman’s Rose. The oldest girl is called Sarah and her sister Wheezie.

“And you remember Rafe, right, y/n? He helped us out yesterday.” Like you needed a reminder. You nodded and shook Rafe’s hand anyway. He grinned at you as you sat opposite of him. You got to talk to Sarah for a while. She is your age and she seems really nice. The two of you got along well. As did your sister and Wheezie. Your parents were talking to their parents, Rafe sitting among them. Rafe looked your way and you made eye-contact. He looked tired. You decided to drag him out of there, excusing yourself to Sarah.

“Hey Rafe, could you maybe help me out putting that boxing bag up?” He looked up at you, he looked a bit confused. He looked at his dad and got up.

“Yeah, sure.” The two of you walked over to your garage and you sat down on workbench. Rafe punched the bag, already hanging. “Doesn’t look like you need much help.” You laughed.

“You looked like you needed a break from work-talk.” Rafe nods. “Your sister is nice.”

“She can be a bit much sometimes.” The mood was a mix between awkwardness and tension. You look down and start moving your legs around. Rafe leans against the doorframe. Your eyes made their way to the tall boy’s face. The cut on his check was looking fine. You couldn’t help but be curious.

“Did you get into trouble?” You asked.

“Told dad I stayed at Topper’s last night. It’s not like he really cares anyways.” You couldn’t help but feel a bit sad for him. You let your mom know where you were almost always, especially if you were going to stay the night somewhere else. Not like you were such a good girl, but you just didn’t want her to worry. Rafe doesn’t seem to care about that. “Let’s keep last night between us okay?” Rafe asked out of the blue. You agreed. You didn’t want your parents to know you let a guy sleep over. Even though he hadn’t even entered your room and probably doesn’t remember what the hallway looks like. It would also be nice if the kids your age didn’t know. Don’t want anyone thinking you’re hooked on the first guy you meet.

Rafe started pacing up and down around the garage, your eyes following him. You hopped off the workbench and reached for his arm. “Hey,” He was warm to your cold touch. Rafe stopped walking and looked you in the eyes. A second in silence felt like an hour. “We should head back.” He said. It felt like he wanted to say something but didn’t. Again, you agreed with him. You let go of his arm and headed outside. Rafe looks like the kind of guy who’s got a lot going on in his head but never has the words to express them.

“Could you maybe show me around the island?” Rafe stopped walking and looked over his shoulder to you.

“I guess I owe you that much.”

“Must’ve been a heavy bag. Is your back alright, big brother?” Sarah joked when you got back to your parents and the guests. Rafe waved it off and sat down next to his dad. You locked eyes once more, before he joined your parents’ conversation and you chatted up to Sarah again.

That evening you had agreed to hang out with Sarah. The two of you went over to ‘The Cut’, as she called it. The two of you covered some basics; boyfriends, girlfriends, schools, your opinion on environmental issues. You know, girl stuff. You walked up to a house next to the water and were greeted by four figures. It was already getting dark outside but you could make up the bodies from last night. Kiara and John B you recognized first. JJ and Pope were right behind them. They greeted you.

“I brought the newest Kook, but she’s cool. I hope you guys don’t mind.” Sarah introduced you. “This is y/n.” She looked at you and started introducing her friends as ‘Pogues’.

“We’ve already met Sarah. Nice to see you again, y/n.” Kiara said and gave you a warm welcome hug.

“Yeah, you were gone on time last night, where’d you go?” John B asked. You were handed a beer by the blonde boy and sat down with them.

“People started puking and I can’t handle barf all that well.” You explained.

“I hear you girl.” Sarah supports you.

You talk for a while, sipping on your beer. Sarah had landed on John B’s lap and Pope looked like he was trying to hit on Kiara. JJ sat down next to you and handed you another beer. “One shot for every time one of them smiles when the other says something, two if they also put their hair behind their ear.” He said.

“A shot of beer?” you questioned. “Not much of a drinking game is it.”

JJ sighed. “Didn’t have anything stronger with me.” Sarah was the first to smile at John B. One sip. JJ kept adding some rules, some of which you would overrule since you planned on going home tonight.

“Are you trying to get me drunk, sir?”

“No, ma’am.” JJ said, giving you a cheeky smile. JJ is a fun time. You didn’t talk much but you laughed and drank with him, which is good enough for now. The boy looked down at his drink and started peeling of the wrapper.

“Sexually frustrated?” You asked him. He looked at you a little confused.

“What does peeling labels of my beer have to do with being sexually frustrated?”

“It’s just a thing, you know. Like the person someone is looking at while telling a joke is the one they most try to impress.” JJ nods.

“Makes sense, what else you got?” You looked down at your feet.

“I read that white socks mean your sex life’s boring and black socks mean you got a wild and rough one.” JJ looked down at his feet, only wearing slippers.

“Guess I should start wearing socks then.” He joked.

You were wearing All Stars with grey socks. “I’m pretty neutral.” The two of you laughed.

“Hey, y/n, should we head back?” Sarah asked, getting up. You got up as well. Saying goodbye to the Pogues and giving them a hug. Kiara wrapped her arms around your neck, telling you how nice it was to see you again. John B gave you a quick hug, as did Pope. JJ wrapped his arms around your middle and leaned his head forward into your neck for a second. “You should come hang out with us more often.” The other Pogues agreed and Sarah and you left.

Once you were at Sarah’s place, you hugged her and thanked her for bringing you with her. “It has been an honor.” She smiled. Her house was insanely big, with a beautiful garden surrounding it. “Goodnight, y/n.”

“Goodnight Sarah.”

#3

[biaswreckmepls]

(just go ahead and help yourself)

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17148773

Author: marienadine

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung

Status: Completed

Chapters: 1/1 (3798 words)

Tags: Youtuber AU

Summary:

Taehyung is a popular YouTuber. Jeongguk has been watching his videos for 8 years.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17148773

[pjm-com]

That’s the Spirit!

pairing - Jeon Jungkook x Reader

genre - smut, high school AU!

warning/tags - Taehyung getting hit, Jimin lusting over Yoongi, two hot makeout sessions, alcohol mention, fucking at a party, angry sex, aggressive Jungkook, spanking, dirty talk, Jimin being your bi best friend, oral sex (m. receiving)

summary - “Shut up.” “Why don’t you come over here and make me?”

High School was meant to be a new start for you and your friends, parties on the weekends, and football games on Fridays. Your entire freshman year was you working hard to get onto Varsity Cheer and keeping straight A’s to get you into all honors classes. Now that you were in your Junior year, you decided it was a train wreck. Grades were perfect, big circle of friends: fine. Three Sport Athlete, hottest guy in school, and ex-best friend who is now your partner for AP Bio? You didn’t think so.

You were surprised at how he even got into this class. Sure, he needed good grades to do track, football, and soccer but this was the hardest class you’ve ever taken, and all your other AP Classes were a breeze. So now that your teacher had paired you up for a project together, you wanted to rip your eyeballs out. He sat next to you as everyone switched seats, his cologne overwhelming your area while Jimin and Taehyung were making sex faces from across the room. Flipping them off, you turn towards Jungkook who is smiling at you.

“What?” You grumble, gathering the papers together and writing your name on the assignment. He laughs, his hand pulling at his lip gently as he moves onto his elbows to get closer.

“You’re cute when you’re mad.”

“What are you, ten? Did you flirt your way into AP Bio?” It came out meaner than you intended and instantly wanted to take it back. You’ve cheered him on the sidelines all three years of your cheer career, and you guys were even friends freshman year, hanging around the same group of friends. Seokjin was a senior on the cheerleading team, and Namjoon was the captain of the football team. Namjoon and Jin started dating which brought two entirely different friend groups together, meeting Jungkook at the lunch table. You even had a crush on him for a little while until he got a spot on Varsity, turning him into an asshole of a jock. Jimin was on Varsity too, but he remained the same bubbly idiot who has come to be your best friend.

“No, much to your belief, I’m actually smart. You should know that, since we had the same grades in freshman year.” You couldn’t argue with that, and he’s pulling the paper from underneath your hand to write his own name, handwriting still the same as you remembered it. “Either way, you’re stuck with me now so.. when should we work on this?” You decided to push all your grudges away for now and relax, rolling your eyes playfully. Class was almost over and you were eager to go home.

“I mean, we could do it at lunch tomorrow? Come sit by your old friends, Mr. Hotshot.” You’re both laughing and it feels good to hear his laugh again. Not the one you hear in the halls when he’s around the other players, but his genuine laugh. “If not, I mean, you could come over after school today? My mom will probably invite you to stay for dinner since it’s been decades, but just turn her down she won’t be upset.” Jungkook nods as the bell rings, flicking your nose before he’s off with the papers and into the hallway. You felt kind of weird, actually talking to him again but maybe it was for the better.

“Ooh, Kook and Pom Pom: the Sequel!” Rolling your eyes you turn around to land a punch into Taehyung’s arm leaving Jimin laughing and Taehyung cowering. “Damn.. maybe you should ditch your uniform and join wrestling.” Walking out of class, you guys practically race to get to the parking lot before someone can cause an accident. Sophomore year, you made the mistake of naming your chevy Malibu, Kirby, but that’s all Taehyung was screaming as the blue car came into sight. Rolling your eyes, you’re pushing off the ground and onto Jimin’s back as he carried you the rest of the way. Once you’re there, you guys are panting and laughing, Jimin’s hand slapping your ass playfully as you’re throwing your bags into the backseat.

“Can’t keep your hands to yourself, huh Park?” You laugh, wiggling your hips as he scoffs from over the roof of your car.

“I’d have Taehyung in my throat before I’d ever want to undress you.”

“At least take me out to dinner first?” That sends you all into laughter, opening your car doors while Taehyung slams your trunk closed. You’re ready to slide behind the wheel before a hand on your shoulder makes you jump, knocking your elbow into the glass window. You’re laughing, curses flying out of your mouth before you’re turned in front of Jungkook whose eyes are crinkled at your injury, making your grumble.

“Easy jumpy,” he snorts, making you roll your eyes as he leans against your car rendering Taehyung and Jimin speechless in your backseat. Jimin and him are on the same team, but they barely talk anymore while Taehyung and Jungkook haven’t spoken to each other in ages. “I was wondering if I could maybe catch a ride home?” You’re confused to say the least; why was he asking you? He had Senior friends, who could drive him but he chose a car full of people he hasn’t really talked to for a while. You noticed that he had his football bag with him and you crossed your arms.

“Don’t you have practice?” You ask, eyeing his name on the side of the fabric before he’s snorting.

“No, it got cancelled, hence why Jimin is in your passenger seat.” Right.

“Your car in the shop?” You scoff, teasing him as he punches your arm softly before sighing and nodding in defeat, making him look down with a red face before you’re rolling your eyes. “Get in the back, and don’t make me regret it.” Even if you guys were working on a project together, you were putting all four of you guys in an awkward situation. Once your car was started and everyone was buckled, Jimin was on AUX and you guys sat in some silence before Jungkook pipes up about the homecoming game this Friday. That got Jimin talking, them conversing happily about plays they’ve been practicing for ages and how the parade was going to be insane tomorrow.

“Fuck!” You yell, turning down your street, making everyone stop and stare. “I forgot about the parade. Coach wants us doing back handsprings on the pavement, and I’m not ready for that.. plus, isn’t there a party afterwards?” You ask, making Jimin laugh. Jimin was at every party there ever was, and you’ve maybe only been to three thanks to the cheer squad. Jimin was planning on going, he’s been talking about it for a while and he’s slapping your shoulder before you can even say anything. “What? Shit.. We’re going aren’t we?”

Taehyung and Jimin agree in unison before you’re groaning into the steering wheel, turning your signal on and whipping into your driveway. You guys all get out and grab your bags from the trunk and start walking up to your front door, before turning on Jimin and Taehyung who looked like they were sneaking back to Jimin’s house. “You guys can come in if you want? We’re gonna be doing homework anyways.” Jimin shakes his head, muttering something about how they had other things to do, leaving you and Jungkook stranded. You reminded yourself to slap both of them later as you walked into your house, toeing off your shoes at the door letting Jungkook walk in. It’s been awhile since he’s been here, and you’re nervous he’s gonna say something about it but to your relief he doesn’t, and makes the walk to your room easier. Once you’re inside, you kick the door shut behind you, and he’s laughing on your bed.

“What?” You huff, reaching into your closet to grab more comfortable clothes than your cheer pants and varsity jacket. You settle on running shorts and a pale blue shirt while also grabbing a bralette. You walk into your bathroom, leaving the door open so you guys could still talk but moving out of his view while you changed.

“Why do you have your two different uniforms hanging up?” At first you’re confused, pulling off your bra and flinging It into your hamper out side of the door before pulling the lace over you and changing into the rest of your clothes. “Oh? And no bra? That’s something I can get behind.” Shaking your head, you come out and kneel on your rug, throwing your hair into a bun.

“First of all, cool it pretty boy, I’m wearing a bralette. Second of all, coach doesn’t want any wrinkles in the uniforms.” His eyes are screwed in confusion as he takes a spot across from you and leans against your bed. “The blue and white one is the one we’re wearing tomorrow to match with your guys’ uniforms, and the black and white is for the game on friday.” He nods in understanding, a grin on his face as he pulls out the papers from his bag and sets them on the floor.

“So I get to see you in that uniform two days in a row? Hot.” Slapping him on the arm, you pull out your own binder along with your pencil and sit next to him, so you guys can get started. Thirty minutes into the project, and you guys were laughing while actually doing work. You were almost done, and it shocked the hell out of you. Jungkook knew the material just as well as you did, making it easier for you guys to fly by this project, typing up the powerpoint in no time.

“Hey, when should I have my mom come get me? Thirty minutes?” He asks, and you nod in response.

“You thirsty?” You ask halfway through, pushing yourself up from where you were laying on your stomach and he follows suit, walking downstairs to the kitchen. “We’ve got capri-suns, gatorade, water, lemonade?” He takes a gatorade, thanking you before chugging it in front of you before you even have time to pour your lemonade. “Thirsty much?”

He laughs as he’s panting, throwing the bottle into the trash, grabbing another one after you motion that it’s okay. He shakes his head, avoiding your eye contact as you put the lemonade back on the top shelf. “No, I guess. I don’t know.. I get thirsty when I’m nervous?” He says in a questioning tone, making your eyes shoot up. Jeon Jungkook was.. nervous? Maybe it was the football game, and you didn’t really say anything until you guys were back in your room and on the floor. “Sorry,” he laughs as he starts writing again.

“Don’t be! Is it— is it the game?” You’re suddenly unsure how to approach the question, the atmosphere thicker as you sit in front of him. You never pegged him as the type to get nervous at something he was so good at but, you’ve tumbled over many competition mats and you still shake the butterflies. He leans back against your bed, looking up at you before he’s crossing his arms with a shy smile.

“No, it’s just.. I guess I was nervous to come hang out with you?” He starts and you find yourself blushing now as he shrugs. “I just feel like it’s been so long, and I haven’t been kind to you or the guys either.. I forgot who I really was I guess, and I’m trying to make it up ya know?” Your heart melted at those words, wondering if Namjoon would be squealing in his seat at this news. “Mostly nervous that we’re hanging out.”

“But why? You shouldn’t be!” You say, even if your brain is on auto-pilot and he’s laughing, waving off the subject before picking up the computer and writing some more. After a few more pages and all you have to do is knock out the conclusion, and Jungkook is messing around with the filters on the snapchat app, making you tumble out in laughter. Now you’re leaning into his side, using the face swap filter and cracking each other up. “You’re such a dork.”

At your statement, Jungkook is looking at you in mock pain, nudging you in the shoulder. “Says you?” He laughs but its softer now, filters forgotten about as you guys are stifling giggles that are dying down now. His smile is fading, eyes still lit up by the prior happy outburst and they’re staring at your lips making your head spin. “I missed this,” he confesses, breath close enough to hit your nose. “Being here with you and just, having fun.”

“Me too,” you breathe, eyes flickering back from his teeth chewing on his bottom lip and back up to his gaze. He’s leaning in, too slow for you but you’re paralyzed so it’s not like it mattered. Once his lips are close enough, he’s pushing them onto yours in a soft kiss that ends too quickly. You couldn’t even kiss back before he’s pulling away and the feeling of his soft lips are buzzing against yours in faint memory. He’s starting to apologize but your hands move faster and you’re bringing him down by his cheeks to smash your lips together. The kiss is more needier than you wanted, but he’s kissing you back in an instant with the same force. If Jimin saw you right now, he’d be tweeting about it to his art group chat and screaming it from the rooftops. You’re turning towards him to get a better angle and his hands are holding your hips close to him. It’s a kiss that’s full with passion, enough to knock your guts back into place. Even with the soft movements of his lips, you can tell there’s fire behind it. You had no idea what the fuck you were doing. Earlier today you had a grudge over him, and now he’s in your room kissing you; you must’ve really wanted this.

His teeth tug at your bottom lip, opening your lips a little bit before you feel his tongue licking up into your mouth, feeling around for yours. Pulling him by the back of the neck, you’re eager to be closer to him, to feel more of him and he fixes that problem by bringing your thigh over his legs to sit you in his lap. Much better. Your hands are in his hair, tugging the black locks in between your fingers as he’s groaning into your mouth which fuels you to tug harder. Both of your hips are pressed together firmly, closing the space between you as he pulls away from your lips and moves to the underside of your jaw. You’re staring up at the ceiling, letting your eyes close at the feeling of his lips hot against your neck and his hands like fire on your lower back. They’re touching you like he’s never going to see you again, moving one to the side of your thigh and grabbing the skin there. Your breath catches in your throat as he bites softly at the skin under your ear, before sucking gently and moving to another spot.

“Are you— are you sure we should be doing this?” You breathe, a moan dropping off at the end of your question as his hands grab your ass hungrily, pushing you towards his dick which was now hardening underneath your thigh. He hums into your skin, pushing the collar of your shirt down to choose another spot on your collarbone to mark, neck moving to the side to give him the room he needed.

“Does it matter?” He mumbles, returning to his actions. “We’re both enjoying it.” You really couldn’t argue with that, not when he’s on his third hickey on your pulse point. You bring his head up, deterring him from the task at hand, both panting as he’s smiling lazily at you. His eyes were lidded, mouth red from kissing you and your skin, and pupils dilated. He basically looked like a god.

“I have a game to cheer at, big boy,” you pant, and the nickname makes him groan softly, as he pushes forward to kiss you again. His hands are running under your shirt, somewhat cold compared to the heat your body was giving off. You can barely focus on anything else, his tongue soft against yours which was turning you on heavily, that you’re grinding into his dick without warning and he’s moaning loudly at the friction. The best sound you’ve ever heard, like music to your ears as you do it again, only to listen to him growl as his hips are pushing up into yours. “Jungkook..” Even though you were moaning at the feeling of his dick hard in-between your thighs, you didn’t hesitate to stop all actions at the sound of the alarm beeping, letting you know someone had entered the front door. Your mom. She’s calling your name, and you throw an answer over your shoulder while you and Jungkook are scrambling to gather your stuff together. As soon as you bagged up all your supplies and threw a blanket over Jungkook’s lap, your mom is in your doorway smiling at the two of you.

“Jungkook!” She exclaims, hands ruffling his hair as he laughs a bit to loudly, trying to control his breathing. “It’s been awhile since I’ve seen you! How are you doing?” You let them trade small talk while you’re putting his things neatly in his bag, and scooting away from him a respectable distance. Your mom’s finally off to make dinner and you and Jungkook are left in an awkward position, but you’re the first one to laugh.

“My ass.. would have been dead if that was my dad.” Jungkook nods furiously, a grin on his face as well. He knows how scary your dad can get; he was NOT born yesterday. “Well.. did you uhm, wanna stay for dinner?” You ask as you guys both get up, boner still evident in his pants. He shakes his head, face a bit red as he grabs his backpack and slings it over his shoulder before following you out of your room.

“I would, but I have bigger fish to fry,” He snorts and you’re laughing with him until you guys are both stopped at the door. You wait awkwardly as he slides into his shoes, and opening the door, flashing you a small smile before he’s stepping onto your porch. “Bye! I’ll.. see you in class tomorrow?” You nod, giving him a smile before you watch him get into his mom’s car and wave to you. Shutting the door you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding.

You had to call Jimin.

...

You woke up the next morning feeling dizzy. You had immediately called Jimin to tell him everything, and he was screaming into his pillow on the other line. You had forced him to keep this all in the vault, because you didn’t even know what the entire ordeal meant. You wanted to tell Taehyung about it, but you weren’t sure how he’d react so you promised Jimin you’d tell him when you had an idea what the hell was going on. No one had asked about the marks on your neck, the turtleneck of your uniform doing it’s best to cover it. School was mostly the same, even when you got to AP Bio. You guys had made posters the entire class period and Jungkook was acting the same, if you don’t count the wandering eyes over your figure in that uniform. Jungkook had even decided to sit with you guys at lunch, making Namjoon very happy. Jimin was a little more rowdy, hype of the parade going to their head but you couldn’t complain. You loved these dorks.

Once you got home, you had a clear idea what was going on between you and Jungkook. He had came over to finish the project, but you guys haven’t even touched your bags since you’ve been home. You both finished it at lunch, and thank god you did because Jungkook’s over you on your bed, mouthing the marks he had made yesterday. It seemed easy, falling into bed with him, hands touching each other’s bodies and pressing so closely together. He’s grinding his dick into you, and it’s taking everything in your power not to just sink on him right there but his teeth on your neck is bringing you back to reality.

“Jimin’s gonna be here soon,” you whine as his hands are running down your sides and resting on the curves of your ass. “He’s g-gonna help me get ready for the parade.. the guys are doing chair-sits with the girls, and he,” you break off to moan at the pressure of his hands holding your neck in his grasp to suck yet another bruise into. “He doesn’t want me looking unfit.” You and Jimin did the homecoming chair-sits together, since he could lift you in the air and catch you. It was the peak of your cheer career, being at the center of the formation with Jimin. It was his favorite part.

Jungkook groans against your skin, pulling away to look at you, giving you time to push his hair out of his face. “It took everything in my power not to bend you over the lab tables and just fuck you.” You’re honestly shocked hearing those dirty words coming out of his mouth, someone you’ve known for four years. “It’s just such a tight suit, baby. Your thighs look delicious in them, and it makes your tits look good.” You roll your eyes at him, pulling him by his hair into another heated kiss that has him rubbing his dick on you. 

The idea of actually doing anything with him kind of scared you, but you were gonna have to force him to go home soon to suit up for the sports float, and you didn’t wanna blue ball him. “C’mon, it’ll be quick, Jimin has another fifteen minutes.” Now it’s your turn to groan as you sit up a bit and push him by his chest to the other side of your bed.

“This suit takes me like ten minutes alone to put on,” you hum and place yourself between his thighs, hands on the top of his dress pants. Jungkook was still in his jersey, same as you and from the outside it might’ve looked like some sleazy porno. His eyes are questioning, small shock on his face as he watched you unbuckle his belt and pull his pants and boxers down in one swipe.

“H-hey, we don’t— you don’t have to,” He tries, hand in your hair calmly. You wondered why he had changed his attitude, maybe cause he was now exposed underneath you, and god were you impressed. It bobbed in front of your face with malicious intent, and you were quick to take him all the way to the back of your throat. “Oh fuck.” He halted all protests, head dropping back into your mountain of pillows while his hands fisted in your hair. He was thick enough to stretch your throat and long enough to touch the back, making him groan once you started to hollow your cheeks and move your tongue around the underside of his cock. You’ve never really given head before but the way Jungkook’s face is screwed tight, hips failing to stay in place gives you at least a little bit of confidence.

Pulling off of it completely, Jungkook’s breath hard in the air before you’re sucking on the head with a grip on his thighs. “Fuuck (y/n), how the hell d-did you get so good at this?” He groans, eyes looking at you through his lashes and his mouth opens wide as you’re licking his dick hungrily, taking him all back into your throat to set a fast pace of your head. “H-here, I thought you were innocent, but look at you. Your pretty lips wrapped around my cock, eager to p-please huh?” With that you’re humming with him in your mouth, moving faster as his breath hitches and his moans get louder. You never figured he’d be so vocal and bless your ears, but there was a first time for everything, huh? Hips stuttering, death grip in your hair, you keep eye contact with him and take a mental snapshot of this.

“Sh-shit I wanted to last longer,” he laughs breathlessly making you giggle before you suck harder. “That uniform is just— really doing something to me, god I’m gonna cum soon.” You look up in time to see his abs clenching, thighs stuttering before you feel him down your throat. You keep going, milking him for every last drop before he has to pull you off of him by your hair, spit covering your lips. He’s almost completely fucked out, pulling you up by the neck to kiss him again, tongues intertwining as your phone dings. Jumping, you pull away and look at your phone, reading the message that Jimin was gonna be over in a couple seconds, making you guys both stare at each other in shock before shuffling to gather yourselves. Of course, Jungkook’s lips are on you the entire time: while he’s buckling his belt, putting his jacket back on, grabbing his bag. All the way until Jimin is pushing through your front door, singing some random song that fills the quiet of your house.

“Babe?” Jimin asks, when a flash of terror shoots across Jungkook’s face.

“Babe?” Jungkook whispers. “Seriously?” Rolling your eyes you waved to Jimin from your door upstairs, as he started walking towards the staircase. Turning back to Jungkook, he actually seemed kind of mad and you patted his chest.

“Calm down, there’s nothing to worry about me and him are just friends.” You can’t continue the conversation further but you’re wondering why Jungkook looks so jealous. Shrugging it off, Jimin smiles at the both of you before setting his bag down. “Anyways, I’ll see you later at the parade?” Jungkook nods, smiling softly before walking down your stairs and shouting a goodbye. Sitting down at your vanity, you look wrecked. Long hair in strands around your face, not where they should be in your tight high ponytail. Taking it out, you turn to Jimin, giving him the eyes before he groans.

“You seriously want me to braid your hair?”

“Oh cmon, you have the hands of a god!” Jimin can do all sorts of braids, which was an upside of having three sisters. He smirks, standing behind you to pull your blonde locks out of the wristband and let it fall behind your shoulders.

“Fine, but only if you tell me what just happened. Double French?” Nodding, he starts on your hair, splitting it into two sections before starting to braid. With the tone in his voice, you knew you weren’t getting out of this at all.

“Well.. we didn’t even start to work on our project.. We finished that at lunch, and he came over just to make out I guess? It was getting really heavy but you know how long it takes for me to fully suit up, Chim.” Sighing as you bring out your makeup, touching up your mascara you find yourself laughing. “So I sucked his dick.” The way Jimin’s hands stop are a dead giveaway, giving him a couple seconds before he starts braiding your hair again, clicking his tongue.

“Here, I thought you were so innocent (y/n). All your past boyfriends barely even made it past a flimsy boob squeeze, and yet here Jungkook is down your throat.” Your face grows red at Jimin’s words, and he’s laughing. “Hey, if this is gonna be a friends with benefits thing? I’m on board. Now that you have your side piece, maybe help me get with Yoongi?”

“Min Yoongi?”

“Of course? The one and only.” Jimin has had the hots for Yoongi ever since he joined football. Yoongi was his mentor being a year older, and they became really good friends. Jimin, being the bi boy he is, developed the biggest crush. Switching the subject, you sigh watching Jimin tie off your first long braid and get to work on the next one. You pulled out some baby hairs so your face didn’t look so pulled back and leaned back into his chest.

“What if I want it to be more than just benefits? What if I want the strings?” You couldn’t help but face your feelings you’ve had, even if you’ve repressed them this entire time. “It’s just something about the way he first kissed me, and told me he missed me. I don’t know Chim.. Is this crazy?” You already know what he’s gonna tell you.. That Jungkook was bad news, but you didn’t really care. If the softer side of Jungkook was still there, you wanted it.

“I don’t know, babe,” Jimin sighs. “He’s Jungkook. Three-sport-athlete Jungkook, the one who plays girls! It’s not my place to step in, but he’s good at breaking hearts and you know it. If you think he’s really changed, then all I can do is stick by your side and support you.” You felt your heart warm up at those words, thanking god for putting Jimin into your life. Once he’s done with the other side of your hair, he turns you in your chair and pulls out little fly aways to make the style prettier before you’re pulling him into a hug.

“I love you,” you hum and he’s laughing into your shoulder, hugging you back.

“Love you too, doll. Now c’mon, we have a audience to impress tonight.”

...

The parade was more jam-packed than you thought. Your Chair-Sits went off without a hitch, and even if your hands were a little bruised from doing back handsprings on the road, you’re happy. Jimin insisted on driving back home to change into other clothes but you protested. It was normal that you guys went to the parties afterwards in your uniforms, but apparently not tonight. Driving back home, you parked in your driveway as your parents were just leaving. They had Dinner Reservations tonight and assumed you were staying at Jimin’s, so you had an alibi for the party. Walking inside, you kick off your cheer shoes and exhale because the hardest part of the night was over and now you could relax with friends.

“Since you dragged me home to change, what are you wearing tonight?” You ask, letting Jimin help you unzip out of your uniform once you were in you room. Something he’s been doing every year after the parade, so it doesn’t really shock either of you once your uniform falls, leaving you in your bra and Spanx.

“An outfit that I thrifted months for,” he said proudly, winking as he walks into your bathroom to change. You turn to your own closet, stepping out of your underwear and shorts only to pull up a plain cotton thong and fishing out your own outfit. You decided to go for a laid back look, picking out regular black leggings that came up over your belly button and a yellow crop top to finish it. You’re rushing to pull on your high top vans before Jimin’s clearing his throat and you turn around, jaw dropped. He was dressed in black skinny jeans, a white shirt tucked into it with a blue jean jacket over it. He had his normal converse on and to add to it, a white Nike hat on his head. You couldn’t even lie. He looked good. Standing up, hands on your hips you applaud him gently, before he’s rolling his eyes and dropping his cologne into his bag.

“I really like that outfit! Is this part of operation win Min Yoongi?” You tease, spraying perfume over your chest, laughing at the sound of Jimin groaning. He mumbles an ‘I hope so’, before you guys are down the stairs and out the door. Driving to Hoseok’s house, where the party was already packed by the time you guys even turned down the block. You parked down the street a little bit, walking the rest of the way up to the porch where couples were making out. Jimin makes a puking noise loudly, snapping at one of them to get a room before the door is pushed open and you’re greeted with a full house.

Girls and guys were dancing, your team in the corner talking, football boys dancing, a circle around a guy who insisted on downing a bottle of Jack. That’s how you could tell Hoseok was the host. You spot Namjoon and Jin, them waving you over and you lace your hands with Jimin before making your way to them.

“Hey guys!” Namjoon greets, Jin’s mouth full with snacks as he bounces his head in acknowledgement which makes you laugh.

“Hey.. where’s Hoseok?” You shout over the music, trying to find him over the party but also keeping your eye out for Jungkook. Namjoon motions his head over to the table where another girl from your squad is on her back, Hoseok sucking a shot out of her belly button. Scrunching your face up in disgust, you turn back to Jimin whose eyes are all over the blonde in the corner.

“Hey (y/n),” Yoongi says gently, before letting his eyes look Jimin up and down. “Hey, Chim.” Jimin nearly died, inching closer so they could talk as you roll your eyes and sit next to Namjoon who hands you a drink. You guys cooled it for a bit, sitting down, talking and laughing until time flies and you’ve already been there for an hour. You’re more than buzzed and looking for Jungkook, turning to Jimin to say something but all words leave your throat as you see a girl leaning up on her toes to kiss Jungkook. You’re frozen, and you feel your head spinning. You should’ve seen this coming, you knew he’d never think about you like that and you were ready to get up and give him a piece of your mind.

Before you can even set down your drink, Jimin’s hands are on your arm, pulling you back down into his side. “Don’t,” Jimin warns, and you’re groaning. “We knew he was gonna do this. C’mon, (y/n). You’re sexy and just sitting here? Go find some other guy to kiss, and make his ass jealous.” You looked around the room, searching for any special candidates but no luck. No one appealed to you, or even looked like they’d give you the time of day. You’re ready to protest but your eyes land on Jimin, and you’re grinning like a madman. He’s shaking his head, hands on your shoulders to give you distance. “(y/n), don’t. That will only cause problems, plus you’re a little drunk. I know I’m sexy, but leave that for the others.”

“C’mon Chim, it’s not like we haven’t kissed before? We’ve done it once or twice just randomly when we’ve missed each others cheeks or were too happy to contain it. Just one small heated kiss, enough to get Jungkook’s attention and I’ll explain it to him once it’s died down.” He looks like he’s ready to say no, and you’re about to put on your pouty face before he rolls his eyes and brings you close.

“You owe me.. You’re lucky I love you.” With that, he kisses you and your hands are on his face, wondering how the hell he gets his lips baby smooth. After a little while, you pull away and turn to eye where Jungkook was standing, and in an instant he was gone. You want to compliment Jimin’s work, but Jungkook’s voice behind you makes you jump out of your skin. Fuck.

“(y/n), can I borrow you for a second?” He basically growls, and you nod, giving Jimin a look before walking behind him. You’ve been to Hoseok’s house before for pool parties, cookouts, movie marathons. This is the first time you’re in a bedroom in his house. The silence is pounding at your ears once Jungkook closes the door, hands on his hips. You can tell that he’s pissed off. “Why the hell were you kissing Jimin? You said earlier that you guys were just friends yet here you are kissing him?”

You were honestly so annoyed at this point. Sure it was foul play to get back at him, but you shrugged. “The taste of your own medicine really sucks doesn’t it?” You say sharply, arms crossed. Confusion flashes across his face, and you roll your eyes, getting closer so you can push your finger into his chest. “Don’t play dumb with me. I know I saw you kissing that cheerleader.” You scoff and he’s shaking his head in disbelief.

“No, she kissed me, okay? I was looking for you, and she basically just pounced on me.”

“Yeah right, like I’m gonna believe that one. Classic Jungkook who just plays the field right? Don’t be ashamed.” Now that’s really done it, and his fists are clenched as his jaw clenches.

“Shut the hell up.”

“Why don’t you come over here and make me?”

Within seconds you’re against the wall, his lips against yours and his tongue down your throat. He pushed you to the wall with so much force, your knees could buckle just thinking about it. His hands were all over your body, under the backside of your shirt, inside your leggings to grab your ass. His dick was shockingly hard as he pushed it into your pussy. That challenge really got him going, huh? Not that you could complain; your head was against the wall gasping once Jungkook was on your neck, biting into whatever skin as possible before sucking. “Is this what you wanted? Me fucking you angrily at some random party?” You couldn’t even respond, you were too focused on pushing your hips onto his dick. “Fuck this,” he growls, picking you up and setting you on the bed, him hovering over you. Those words had your thighs tight together, but Jungkook spread them open with his knee, making your eyes roll. His lips were back on yours, kissing them raw before licking up into your mouth. Your hands run up underneath the plain shirt he was wearing, feeling the toned muscle underneath as you get it up to his shoulders, pulling away from this kiss for him to throw it somewhere behind his head. You took the opportunity to pull the bottom of your crop top over your head and threw it to the side, boobs free as you lacked a bra. Perks of not having a huge chest.

Jungkook groans, hands on them instantly as he’s tugging on your nipples gently, making you whine out. “I’d love to make you cum on my tongue, but not tonight doll.” His growls are going straight to your core as his hands are on his belt, undoing the latches before shoving both his underwear and his pants to the floor. No foreplay? No problem, you were wet from the strength he showed you earlier so you had no doubt he’d just slide right in. His hands were on your leggings and underwear in an instant, lifting up your hips you wiggled out of them easily and soon they were just another pile on the bedroom floor.

He went back to kissing you, fingers prodding at your entrance, and you had no choice but to moan in his mouth once he pushed two in. “Fuck,” you breathed, pushing your hips against them. Shaking his head he pulls away, taking his fingers out of you and laughing.

“Turn around on your hands and knees.” He orders and you find yourself scrambling to turn around, his dick already pressing into you gently before burying himself in your pussy.

“Eager now, aren’t we?” You moan out, the feeling of his dick fully inside you making your body tingle. He laughs, waiting a bit before pulling out just to slam his hips back into you.

“Of course I am,” Jungkook groans, hand coming down to slap your ass hard, making you whine out into the sheets. “I tend to get possessive when someone else has their hands on something that’s not theirs.” That sends your body into a frenzy, along with the fact that Jungkook had picked a pace. Rough and hard, and you were drinking up every minute of it. “Look at your greedy pussy just begging to be filled.”

“Shit, Jungkook.” He was big, and the burn of him stretching you was subsiding and the pleasure was something you were feeling all the way to your toes. He kept a firm grip on your hips, pulling you onto his dick every time he thrusted forward, knocking a huge moan out of your lungs every time. You honestly felt so dizzy with pleasure, you were gonna cum soon and as embarrassing as it was, you didn’t care because within the next three minutes of him pounding into you, you were cumming onto him, hands fisted in the sheets as he kept going, making your senses heighten as your nerves went into overload.

“F-fuck, I can’t— can’t take it,” you cry out, the sound of skin slapping filling your ears and his hand lands on your ass again, screaming into the sheets.

“You can, and you will baby,” He groans, hips stuttering as he’s going even faster if that’s possible and putting one leg up to get a better angle, deep inside you. You feel so entirely fucked out, bones aching already from practice, this adding the cherry to the cake. “You can cum for me one more time. G-god your pussy is so tight, I wanted to be in you that night before your mom came home.” Every word he was saying was adding to the stimulation, your stomach quickly recoiling as you’re grabbing the sheets, pushing your hips back into his.

“I went home and jacked myself off to the idea of sinking deep into your pussy, and that got me off twice (y/n). If only I knew how dirty you r-really were,” he panted, your bones begging him to stop but it just felt so good. “God I’m so close, can you cum for me again?” With one more slap to your ass, you’re releasing all over him, voice broken off in a whine as you orgasm hard. With your thighs wobbling, pussy clenching on his dick, Jungkook comes almost thirty seconds after you, stilling inside you once he’s fully in and you feel the warmth spreading inside you.

“Fucking hell, (y/n),” He whines, voice harsh as he pulls out of you and drops next to you on the bed like a corpse. Your elbows have given out, so you’re face first into the sheets head turned to look at Jungkook. “Sorry not sorry. I mean, sorry about getting mad, but I’m not sorry about just fucking you three ways from Sunday.”

“No complaints here.” Both laughing, you guys stay for a while to catch your breath, the roar of the party still going strong a couple rooms down. You turn on your side and slap Jungkook’s chest, making him cower with a small smile. “You’re such an idiot. I hate you.. but sorry about kissing Jimin.  Was trying to make you jealous,” you admit, cheeks red. He laughs, pushing your hair out of your face, his thumb across your lip.

“Don’t be. My immature ass would’ve done the same thing.. I think it’s hot that you got a little jealous though.’

“Says you! You just fucked me out of anger!” That silences Jungkook for a moment before he’s exhaling loudly.

“Well, the girl I was planning on asking to go to homecoming with me was mackin’ on someone else! I had to swoop in.” He whines, but you’re shocked.

“Homecoming?” You repeat, pushing yourself up on your elbows. “You want to go as like, a date?” He nods, a smile on his face and you just can’t help but kiss him fiercely, grabbing him by the back of the neck. “Yes.. yes I’ll go with you.”

“Good, thank god. I’ve been so nervous about asking you this entire week.” He had this planned for a whole seven days? “But now, you can go as my girlfriend!” That statement made you even more dizzy but you just rolled your eyes.

“Fine, but you better take me on a date before you get to fuck me again.”

“That’s the spirit.”