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love u lately (m) #12 | myg/knj/pjm

title: love u lately​ chapter title: #12 - shift pairing: yoongi x f. reader, namjoon x f. reader, jimin x f. reader (yoonminjoon x f. reader) rating/genre: m (18+) ; smut ; college/university au , pseudo frat! bts; best friends! yoonminjoon friends to lovers; summary: an outro song is defined as a song placed at the end of an album that signals to the listener that this is the wrap up or conclusion of the story told in the album . and while this might be the outro to this part of your life story, you think this is is also kinda like a prelude to a new beginning. a graduation. a move. a shift in relationships. we don't know what the next album of our life entails but having three boyfriends makes the unknown, a little easier. warnings:  LIGHT SMUT, Namjoon sax mention, small FOURSOME scene again, EIFFEL TOWER, random fluff scattered all around, mention of a pool party, kissing, blowjob, multiple orgasms, reader's birthday is 7/9 army day, video call, creampies, multiple positions, dirty talk, pet names, size kink returns, more confessions as always but they're good! playful banter from yoonminjoon note: @daegudrama has been editing this for over a year and if you have not followed her, please do so NOW. She has a SPICY Festa 2023 one shot series that is amazing and is currently working on a BTS x Pokemon fic. Go show some love! total word count: 7.5k (not including the authors notes at the end) drop date:  July 12th, 2024, 1PM PST cross posted on AO3 here ← #11 | Series Masterlist

Overall, your relationship with Namjoon, Yoongi and Jimin progresses well after that night. Is there really a difference between the time before and after being in a polycule for you?

Well, not really. You would say the biggest difference is that it feels like old times when it was just you and them versus the world, and not like the months leading up to that Gamma party last October. The days when you would stick together, and there wasn’t casual dating or hookups causing a rift in your friendship. You guys are more intimate with one another now though, and it's been serendipitous.

After the initial foursome, you all agreed to keep things lowkey, but your best friends (now lovers) don’t exactly know the definition of “lowkey.” From conspicuously holding your hand as they walk you to and from class (taking turns, by the way), it hasn’t gone unnoticed by others on campus. 

Soon after, rumors began circulating, especially coming from a certain salty Gamma boy who got left behind and some snarky Psi Gamma girls who were friends with Jimin’s ex. You’ve heard things in passing like “Y/N, the Beta Tau Sigma slut being passed around the house” or confession account tweets anonymously saying “Y/N is stealing all the finest men on campus for herself. Selfish bitch.”

But these are the same rumors you have been hearing since the beginning, back when you first moved into the BTS house and started hanging out with the guys. But with more concrete evidence now, it’s been more rampant than ever before. However, if you try to defend yourself, you know it will only satisfy those people more, confirming their torment works and continuing to do it until you’re on the brink of insanity.

You don’t blame your boyfriends for their affectionate behavior or for not keeping things more under wraps. 

They just want to show you as much love and care as they can to make up for all the lost time they couldn’t do that.

So when you accidentally snap at them for an unrelated thing after dealing with some harassment in your Instagram DMs, your boyfriends immediately worry about you, especially Yoongi. He is the first to notice the shift in your mood, pulling you aside to talk.

"Hey," Yoongi says softly, his voice filled with concern. "What's up? You've been tense all day."

You sigh, feeling the weight of the world on your shoulders. "Sorry…It's just... the bullshit rumors on the confessions account Instagram. I’ve been getting hit with so many DMs from burner accounts calling me “the Beta Tau Slut”. I’ve blocked a lot of them, but…" You feel your eyes slowly fill with tears of anger, but unwilling to let them fall.

Explaining all of this feelsl so stupid. Namjoon and Jimin join the conversation, their faces mirroring Yoongi's worry. "Babt, we won’t let them get to you," Namjoon says, taking your hand in his. "You know we’re here for you, right?"

"I know," you reply, squeezing his hand. "I’m usually good at ignoring shit like this, but damn… it just won’t stop."

Jimin wraps an arm around you, his warmth comforting. "We’ll handle this together, okay? We won’t let them say shit to bring us down."

Their support makes you feel better, but the constant negativity still lingers in your mind. It isn’t just about ignoring the gossip—it is about reclaiming your narrative and not letting anyone else define you or your relationship.

The next day, Yoongi surprises you with an idea. "Let’s make a statement," he suggests. "We’ll show everyone that we’re proud of what we have."

"How?" you ask, curious but hesitant.

"We’ll post about it," Jimin says, determination in his eyes. "Not intended to fuel the rumors, but to show that we’re happy and in love. Let them say what they want. We know the truth." Namjoon and Yoongi nod in agreement. "It’s time we take control of our story," Namjoon adds.

That’s when your three boyfriends post a photo of all three of them kissing your face at once, followed by a photo dump of other moments from that spring semester. 

There is no caption, as the photos really speak for themselves. You receive a downpour of positive comments from people who either already knew about your relationship with Yoongi, Namjoon, and Jimin or familiar faces you have good relationships with that comment their congratulatory messages to you four.

That eases some of the anxiety that has been building up inside you. Seeing the supportive messages and knowing that there are people who genuinely care about you and respect your relationship makes a significant difference. You feel a sense of relief and gratitude wash over you as you read through the kind words. You're glad you have the best boyfriends. They have stood by you, defending your relationship and ensuring you feel loved and cherished despite all odds.

–

"Took you long to come clean, honey pie." Hwasa narrows her eyes at you from the doorway of your room.

“Look I can explain…” You look away in shame, clutching your pillow closely, feeling more anxious than ever. You’ve never had close female friends before, so having to be comforted by one feels scarier than when the guys confronted you about things.

"Explain why you couldn’t tell me why you were snogging with your three guy best friends? I thought we were friends!" She pulls out her phone, pointing to the photo Yoongi had posted as well as Namjoon and Jimin’s.

You really were planning to tell her not long after you made it official with Beta Tau Sigma, but now it feels too late that she found out through several Instagram posts.

“I was scared you would think it’s weird…” "Weird?" She scrunches her face in confusion as she moves closer towards you, her tone serious. "I thought it was pretty fucking… awesome!" Her enthusiasm grows suddenly. "That’s every girl’s fantasy—dating the school’s hottest guys all at once? Trust me, I’ve heard stranger things."

“Really? Like…” You whisper, asking cautiously.

Hwasa sighs, her expression softening as she sits down beside you on the bed. “Like a girl from Psi Gamma doing coke lines with her professor and fucking him after for an A+, or a Mu Chi guy getting his dick up after injecting steroids,” she says with a chuckle. “Trust me, your situation isn’t even close to weird in comparison.”

You have a lot of questions about what she just told you, but you’ll save it for later.

You let out a nervous laugh, relieved by her understanding tone. “I guess you’re right. It’s just all so new to me. I’m so sorry, Hwasa.”

“It’s okay,” Hwasa reassures you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Like I’ve said a million times before, I got your back. I just feel bad for not being able to protect you from the harassment sooner…”

You sigh. "It’s not your fault Hwasa. But the good thing is that I had my boyfriends with me who have been doing their best and bearing with me through this. They’ve really made me feel what love actually is.”

"And that's why I'm so happy for you. I haven't known them for too long, but they’ve always seemed like great guys. If they make you happy, then I'm all for it." Hwasa joins you on your bed, getting comfortable under your Pompompurin blanket.

You smile, feeling the warmth spread through your chest as you move in for a hug. “Thank you, Hwasa. That means a lot.” After a moment, you pull back and remember your other friends. “Wait..do… Soohyun, Jieun, and Soyoon know?”

Hwasa groans, flopping back on the bed. “Soohyun saw the posts, but she’s still a confused little bird, bless her heart. Jieun, though, she’s sharp. She told me she caught on during that camping trip a few months ago. I thought she was imagining things, but she was spot on.” You blush, realizing you definitely need to talk to Jieun about this. “As for Soyoon, she and I had a bet on whether you’d end up with Namjoon or Yoongi because they seemed like more likely options than Jimin at the time. I was Team Yoongi, by the way. But… I guess we both won, so…” You both burst into laughter.

Hwasa's eyes light up with mischief. “Oh, but Soyoon did not see this coming at all! She was convinced you’d end up with Namjoon only. She told me he couldn't stop yapping about you to her whenever they’d hang out. You should have seen her face when she saw the photos! Her jaw literally dropped. She was in complete shock.”

You giggle, imagining Soyoon’s expression. “I can picture it. I guess I have a lot of explaining to do.”

Hwasa grins, “You do, but take your time. They’ll understand. And if anyone gives you trouble, they’ll have to deal with me first.”

“Thanks, Hwasa. I really do appreciate it.”

“Anytime,” she says, giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “Now, you better tell me how this all began. Every detail. Even the nastiest ones! You’ve got liquor in the kitchen, and I can get Hoseok to provide some weed on the house.”

A good smoke session sounds perfect to loosen up and spill everything.

You nod, then yell, “Hoseok!” He comes running from downstairs, looking confused.

“Give us the good stuff,” Hwasa says with a wink, beckoning him to bring the weed he keeps in a closet next to his room.

“As long as I can join for a bit too!” He smirks back at her, which she returns as well.

You both look at them, shaking your head.

Oh god, this is gonna be a long night.

–

Along with dating, other things that you are all initially worried about eventually start to fall into place.

Yoongi ends up finishing the mixtape he’s been working on for the longest time.

He submitted the best one out of all his peers, which means Professor Kang fulfilled his end of the bargain, writing him a letter of recommendation, and sending his mixtape to Mr. Bang. He said he’d never listened to such an innovative and unique collection of music and held Yoongi in high regard.

“Mr. Bang reached out to me!” Yoongi announces excitedly one afternoon in mid-May, holding up his phone for you to see. “He says he wants to do a Zoom call and talk business!”

You take his phone and read the email on the screen: “As I know you are still studying at X City University, it may be difficult for you to relocate to LA on such a short notice for the summer, but I’d like to potentially offer you a 3-month internship with Bighit Records. You can work remotely for now and then come into the LA office for the last few weeks of the internship. We will discuss more during our call. I don’t want to miss out on having a talented individual with growing potential join our label.”

You pause, stunned by the news. “Holy fucking shit, Min Yoongi! I told you that you could do it!” you exclaim, rushing to hug him.

“Like I said before, it’s because you had faith in me and gave me your love as motivation.”

Blushing, you kiss him on the cheek. “Stop, you’re being so cheesy!”

Yoongi laughs, pulling you closer. "Cheesy, but true."

When the other Beta Sigma boys hear the news, they immediately announce they are going to throw Yoongi a party to celebrate his achievement. Hoseok excitedly proclaims he will supply the alcohol, while Taehyung promises to buy the weed.

“We’re going all out tonight!” Hoseok declares, setting alcohol bottles down on the kitchen counter. “Only the best for our future music mogul.” That night is probably one of the most fun parties of the year.

–

Jimin, too, finds his groove. He wasn’t sure what other goals he had besides trying to get his business degree. He knows that either he or his younger brother would have to start running his dad’s bakery one day. But before that, Jimin’s dad wants him to become a prosecutor…which Jimin wasn’t completely keen on doing.

But there is one thing he does like: dancing. Aside from majoring in business, he is minoring in dance just because it lets him have an outlet to explore his long-time passions. Working for a corporation after graduating seems like the next big move, but for someone like Jimin, he thrives in creative environments more than a boring office.

He’s been doing dance covers since high school and uploading them on YouTube.

Recently, a few of his dance performances with Hoseok started gaining recognition. This led to him asking Jimin to perform in the college dance team’s performance for the university’s end-of-the-year culture fest, as well as choreograph it. He was initially nervous, as he hasn’t done something like this in so long, but you and your other two boyfriends attended his rehearsals, supporting him and cheering him on.

After he killed the performance amazingly with his fellow dancers, Jimin has new aspirations in mind.

“I talked to my parents earlier, more specifically my dad,” Jimin says, laying his head on your lap and looking up at you. “Told him I want to take dance seriously and make it my career.”

“Oh? What did he say about that?” you ask curiously, your fingers running gently through his hair.

“He was a little hesitant at first. You know, trying to nicely say it’s not financially stable.” You hum softly at his words, understanding the concern. “But then he said I could work an office job and dance at one of those professional dance studios during my free time. When I’d make enough, I could leave that job and stick to dance.”

You smile down at him, admiration shining in your eyes. “That sounds like a good plan to work towards. At least he’s supportive, even if he’s worried.”

Jimin nods, a small smile playing on his lips. “Yeah, I’m glad he didn’t outright dismiss it. I just need to prove to him—and to myself—that I can make it work.”

“You can do it, Jimin. You’re an amazing dancer. With your talent and determination, there’s no way you won’t succeed,” you say, your voice filled with conviction. “You’ve made it this far after all.”

He reaches up, taking your hand in his and squeezing it gently. “Really? You think I could aim for 1Million Dance Studio?”

“Pfft.” You say, grinning. “You are the Jimin Park, after all. Son of the famed Magnate Bakery’s Hyunsoo Park.”

“This is one of the many reasons I love you, babe. Thank you.” He laughs, an angelic sound that fills the room, and cuddles further into your lap, making you laugh at his clinginess.

–

As for Namjoon, he has switched his study abroad program to the summer instead of the fall semester. Being the (slightly) possessive boyfriend that he is, he can’t bear being away for that long. Especially this early on in the relationship when he is worried other guys would try to get at you. But you reassure him that it won’t happen, Jimin and Yoongi are with you anyway.

Despite you rarely seeing Jaebeom around after he got the biggest hint that you already had… others, Namjoon sometimes worries you’ll sway.

One evening, as you sit together in your cozy living room studying for finals with Taehyung, Jungkook, Hoseok and Jin, Namjoon brings up his concerns. "You’re not gonna randomly break up with me… or all of us while I’m gone right?" he asks, his voice tinged with unease. "What if Jaebeom tries to get at you again? Or Mingyu? I know he’s such an attractive guy and you–"

You interrupt him mid-rant and take his hand in yours, squeezing it reassuringly. "Namjoon, you know I love you. I love Jimin and Yoongi too. You don’t have to worry about anyone else getting in the way. And besides, these Beta guys will keep protecting me too, right guys?"

Taehyung looks up from his notes and grins. "Absolutely! No one's getting past us!"

Jungkook nods vigorously. "We’ve got her back, Namjoon. Always."

Hoseok chimes in, flashing a bright smile. "Yeah, don’t worry. We’ll keep all those weird frat boys, international students, and businessmen away."

Jin, ever the voice of reason, adds, "You’ve got nothing to worry about, Namjoon. It’s literally summer session too, who the fuck is going to be around here anyways."

Namjoon smiles, albeit a bit shyly. "I know, I know. It’s just me being paranoid.” He lets out a sigh of relief, his shoulders relaxing. "Thanks, guys. I mean it.” 

Taehyung chimes in, hitting you with his elbow, “If anything, our little Honey should be worried that her boyfriend won’t find another pretty girl while he’s in Korea.”

You playfully roll your eyes, nudging Taehyung back. "Oh, please. Namjoon is too obsessed with me, reading books and looking at art to notice anyone else."

"Very offended you would even think I would do that, Tae." Namjoon narrows his eyes at him, smacking him on the shoulder. "I’m only going to Korea to study at Yonsei, and I’m taking a really cool contemporary art class taught by a famous art conservator and historian. Plus, there’s this student organization I want to join that focuses on integrating art and social change. That’s what’s going to keep me busy."

Taehyung laughs, rubbing his shoulder. "Ah! Okay, okay, I get it. Mr. ‘Studious Foo’. Never mind."

Not long after, Yoongi and Jimin come home carrying bags of BB.Q Chicken and a selection of Korean beers they picked up from H-Mart downtown. The enticing aroma of fried chicken fills the room as they unpack the boxes, revealing an array of golden, crispy goodness as well as sides of white radish in cups and french fries. One box contains your favorite: Soy Garlic flavored chicken, a perfect blend of sweet and savory that you always have to make sure Yoongi orders instead of the original flavor. The other box holds Yangnyeom chicken, coated in a vibrant red sauce that provides a sweet and spicy kick that Jungkook and Jimin are obsessed with. You all gather around the dining table, the spread of chicken and cold beers inviting you all to indulge. The clinking of bottles and the sound of laughter fills the room as everyone settles in. Yoongi pours the beer, its crisp, refreshing taste pairing perfectly with the rich flavors of the chicken.

As you start eating, Namjoon begins to share details about his upcoming study abroad program. He speaks animatedly about his itinerary, his eyes lighting up with excitement. 

“That sounds really cool, Joonie,” you say, genuinely happy for him. “You’ve always been so passionate about art and using it to make a difference, so I’m glad you have the chance to discover more about that.”

"Thank you my love," Namjoon says, his smile growing. "It's a dream come true, really. And I promise, I’ll keep in touch as much as I can. Video calls, texts, everything."

Jimin, who has been quietly listening, chimes in, "We'll make sure she’s too busy to even think about other guys, hyung. Don't worry about that."

Yoongi smirks, giving Namjoon a playful nudge. "And we’ll show you proof too.”

These nights—eating delicious food, savoring Korean beers, and sharing laughs and dreams with your closest friends—are moments you cherished deeply. 

However, there is a bittersweet realization looming: Hoseok and Jin are about to graduate. Soon, these carefree gatherings will change. The thought tugs at your heart as you look around the table, capturing the smiles and laughter etched into your memory. You silently vow to hold onto these precious moments, knowing they will become even more precious with time.

– 

About two weeks later, Jin graduated from college. The whole house attends the ceremony, each of you holding flower bouquets or some sort of gift to congratulate him. It is a hot afternoon, sun blazing throughout the 2-hour commencement ceremony while the friends and families sitting on the bleachers are excited and proud.

After the ceremony ends, you all gather down on the soccer field. Jin’s brother, mom, dad, pregnant sister-in-law, and nephew have already arrived to congratulate Jin. 

Namjoon, who has been unusually secretive lately, suddenly opens a decently large case he had brought with him. Upon opening it, he pulls out his old saxophone, the one he hasn’t touched since high school. He immediately starts playing it, a catchy tune filling the air. Everyone turns to him in surprise, especially Hoseok.

"Why on earth did you bring that out after so long?" Hoseok asks, his eyebrow raising in curiosity.

Namjoon grins, positioning the saxophone and taking a deep breath. "It's a bet I made with Jin during his freshman year," he explains. "I told him that if he actually graduated on time, I'd serenade him with the 'Epic Sax Guy' song from the 2010 Eurovision."

The group bursts into laughter, Jin included, who is now shaking his head with a wide smile. "I can't believe you remembered that," He says, amusement clear in his voice.

Namjoon continues to play, and all of you around him can’t help but laugh and cheer, clapping along to the music. Jin is doubled over in laughter, tears streaming down his face as he watches his friend fulfill an old, ridiculous bet.

Jieun approaches you, wearing a white dress under her graduation gown, her eyes filled with concern and curiosity. She glances at your three boyfriends, who are behind you, laughing and teasing Jin. He looks both amused and embarrassed by the attention he's receiving from people around him after Namjoon's serenade.

"You think you'll be okay, Honey?" Jieun asks, her gaze shifting from the boys to you. Her question is gentle, but her eyes are sharp, taking in every detail.

Your cheeks redden. "I still can't believe you caught on to everything months before anyone else, Jieun."

She grins, a twinkle in her eye. "Of course. Nothing gets past me! Just wasn’t sure whether I was understanding things right." She jokes, giving your arm a light squeeze.

You smile at her, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "But to answer your question, yeah, I think so. We've got a good thing going, and we'll make it work."

Her expression softens, and she steps closer, pulling you into a hug. "I’m glad. I really do think you guys are meant for each other. Just like soulmates."

Soulmates. The word resonates deeply with you. All of the signs from the past just point out to that after all. It just took a little longer for you and them to realize it.

You’re pulled from your thoughts as Jieun continues, shifting the conversation.

"I'll be moving in less than 24 hours to LA to start my first job in entertainment next Monday. You better come down and visit me, alright?" She gently pokes your cheek, making you giggle.

"Oh woah! I will!"

"And don't forget about what I told you back in April. If you’re still interested, I’ll help you get there."

You nod eagerly, feeling a surge of determination, before you're interrupted by Soohyun, Hwasa, and Soyoon, who come over to bombard Jieun with their congratulatory flower bouquets.

As you watch the joyful scene, you can't help but reflect on your own future. After all, your boyfriends had started thinking about their careers, it makes you realize that maybe you should start getting your shit together as well. You are now their girlfriend with the potential to become their wife, which leads you to talk to Jieun, who was a senior in your department, about your future. Your career.

As a psych major and theater minor, her goal is to go into the entertainment industry and become an actress or go into hospitality in this field. And being a business major and psych minor yourself, hearing her stories about her internship from last summer made you realize you want to consider getting into this industry as well. Jimin and Yoongi will be involved in it due to dance and music, and Namjoon will be consequentially also in it due to working in art, so it will make sense. Maybe this is something you will start looking into as you approach your last two years of college.

As the day draws to a close, you find yourself standing with your boyfriends, the warm glow of the setting sun casting a golden hue over the soccer field. Jin’s friends and families surround him, laughter and chatter filling the air. Namjoon wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close.

"Ready to head home and party?" he asks, his voice soft and comforting.

You nod, feeling a sense of contentment settle over you. "Hell yeah!"

++++++++++++

June 21 [Friday]

The sun is scorching as you stand outside feeling the summer heatwave pound down on you. However, your relief for quenching your thirst is suddenly gone as your hand lets go of your iced peach tea. You stare blankly at the building in front of you.

“You’re… going to lease an apartment for all four of us?” You manage to word out, turning back to look at Namjoon and Yoongi in shock.

Namjoon now sports a buzzcut, a new look he wanted to try after seeing how stress-free Sanyawn was with his own buzzcut. The change suits him well, and he looks undeniably hot. He’s wearing a slightly ill-fitted navy blue shirt that shows off his toned arms and a pair of khaki shorts, perfect for the summer heat. His new haircut accentuates his strong jawline and expressive eyes, giving him an edgy yet clean appearance.

Yoongi’s hair has progressively gotten longer, with some locks now cascading down to his shoulders. You were always used to his hair being side-swept or even in a bowl cut, but this new length is more than alluring. Dressed in a loose white linen graphic tee and jorts, Yoongi exudes an effortless cool despite the weather. The longer hair frames his face beautifully, highlighting his sharp features and giving him an almost ethereal doll-like look.

Jimin stands beside you, his hair now a striking blonde. He always talked about dyeing his hair but was hesitant to take the plunge until last week when Jungkook spontaneously decided to help him do it. It could’ve gone really badly, but it turned out incredibly well. He looks prettier than ever, the blonde contrasting perfectly with his warm skin tone. Jimin is wearing a white t-shirt and ripped jeans, a playful and stylish summer outfit that complements his new hair color.

“Uh, I mean, why not? We’re dating after all. Think it would be better for us.” Yoongi shrugs, walking towards the side gate entrance of the apartment complex and going inside. Jimin helps grab your sad, empty plastic cup on the ground and throw it in a nearby bin. You just got it on the way here and were barely halfway done with it. Nonetheless, the three of you follow along behind him on this self-guided apartment tour. 

“But…what about Beta Tau Sigma? The house?” Your words sound sad. “Are we not living there even after Seokjin and Hoseok graduate?”

You were only there for a little less than a year, but managed to become so much closer to the guys who you’d only share a few words with and maybe some small talk prior to living with them. What’s going to happen to them now? The house being two stories and having 4 rooms made it rather expensive to live in, especially in the area you are in. With 8 people living in it, there wasn’t much difficulty in getting the bills paid, and still having enough for other things like tuition and whatever fun stuff we had. 

You’ve been working in the library since your freshman year, and while you didn’t talk about it much, the guys had jobs to contribute to the costs as well. Namjoon works at a local art gallery near campus with San Yawn. Jimin works at the Admissions building and does campus tours to visiting students (which usually always charms them to enroll). Yoongi does freelance producing work for some studios in the area. Taehyung works late nights at a jazz club while Jungkook works reception at the gym. Hoseok is a dance instructor at a local community center and Jin… Jin doesn’t work. His rich parents have been really supportive to help provide for the other expenses.

“They’re planning to move out sometime in January. Jin just graduated and Hoseok is graduating in December. They don’t know if they’ll still be around, so Taehyung and Jungkook won’t be able to cover all the costs on their own. They’re looking to rent an apartment here too.” Namjoon adds.

A silence falls as the reality of things changing settles in.

“Can’t believe this is the end of Beta Tau Sigma…” Jimin mumbles, which doesn’t go unheard by the rest of you guys.

“For now. If things start looking good for us post-grad, maybe we’ll rent a new house together that’s even bigger. It was feeling a bit cramped in the last few months, not gonna lie.” Namjoon puts an arm around you, “But for now, we need some privacy…” He smirks at you, which makes your eyes roll.

“What he wants to say is that we can’t fuck you on the kitchen table at the BTS house.” Yoongi bluntly says, making you choke on your spit. Namjoon and Jimin begin to hit your back, which makes it worse with multiple hits.

“Hyung!” Namjoon and Jimin yell at the older man, who shrugs. 

“Oh my god…” It’s an understatement to say you are feeling half nervous and half horny at the thought of being fucked on every surface of your new home by your three boyfriends. Are you even going to survive that?

After a couple of months of being together, most of those times you’ve taken turns having sex with all three of them. At times, maybe one boyfriend would be in the room watching you and another getting it on. But as they mentioned, it’s not particularly easy to have sex as a group when you live with 4 other guys. Keeping quiet is not a simple task. You could’ve sworn you overhead Taehyung saying to Jimin and Jungkook that he got off of the sounds you and the guys were making one of those nights. And maybe you haven’t been able to look him in the eye since!

“You guys know I’m up for anything,” you say with a grin, giving them a thumbs-up, which earns you bashful smiles in return.

"Give it a few weeks while Namjoon is away, and you're all ours," Jimin teases, winking mischievously. “You know what an Eiffel tower is?”

“I–”

"H-Hey, that's not fair!" Namjoon protests, though his smile betrays his playful spirit.

After Jimin’s teasing comment, you all decide it is time to go check out the new apartment. 

Upon entering the place itself, you are greeted by a spacious living room with large windows that let in plenty of natural light. The kitchen is modern and sleek, and there are three bedrooms, one for each of your boyfriends. The best part is the balcony overlooking the pool, a perfect spot for late-night talks and relaxing evenings.

“This place is beautiful!” you exclaim, twirling around in the living room. “You guys did great!”

“We thought you’d like it,” Namjoon says, grinning proudly.

“We should start moving in right away,” Yoongi suggests, already planning how to arrange the furniture. “Makes things easier before we start to get busy this summer.”

You nod excitedly in response, which makes him lean in close to you and kiss your temple.

A part of your heart breaks knowing that you won’t be back at that house on a daily, but no matter what, you’re ready for a new beginning with your soulmates.

–

Over the next couple of days, you all work together to move in. It’s a whirlwind of unpacking boxes, arranging furniture, and hanging up decorations. Namjoon proves to be surprisingly meticulous, insisting on organizing the bookshelf by genre. Jimin and Yoongi spend hours setting up a cozy corner with bean bags and a record player.

Finally, with everything in place, you all decide to celebrate with a pool party with friends at the apartment complex. The sun is shining, and the air is filled with the sounds of laughter and splashing water. 

This is truly what life is.

“Uugh~” 

“Fuck baby, stay still while I fuck your tiny pussy.” Namjoon whispers as he lifts your ass to thrust at a better angle. You are currently trying to balance yourself with your noodle arm on the couch as Yoongi enters in and out of your mouth and you use your other hand to pleasure Jimin’s cock. 

You were enjoying the party not long ago, and then once it ended, they immediately came back in with you, locked the door and closed the blinds. You guess the black swimsuit you bought really enticed them through the day. 

Now you’re being overstimulated to the brim. Your body is going to ache tomorrow for sure.

“This fucking bikini… Were you trying to kill us?” Yoongi chuckles, his hips are moving more frantically now, chasing his orgasm with little regard for how obvious his movements are. 

“So fucking slutty wearing that in front of the guys.” Namjoon moans quietly. “Let me breed you before I leave you to Yoongi and Jimin.” He snickers, making you whine as your cheeks heat up. Not long after the first couple of times with Namjoon, you found out he has a size kink, a breeding kink, and a slight degradation kink. It’s so interesting to see the contrast from being a golden retriever on a normal daily basis.

Namjoon pulls out and snaps his hips back into you, burying himself inside you over and over again, his movements make your brain go fuzzy as he uses his knee to push your legs further apart, from this angle he reaches deeper inside you, his fat tip prodding at your cervix. He presses his large hand right above your womb to feel himself moving inside, the feeling sends you over the edge as well, and your walls squeeze him, robbing him of all breath. 

“Shit..” Is all he manages as his climax hits him unexpectedly, you feel him spill inside you painting your walls white. Yoongi follows, making you swallow the cum as Jimin paints your tits with his own.

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July 9th [Monday]

A few weeks later, Namjoon is in Korea, settling into his study abroad program. It has been years since he was last in Korea, back when he was just a kid before he moved to the US. Now, as he overlooks the sprawling Seoul skyline from his dorm window, he can’t help but think about how much his life has changed since then—especially after meeting you, his next-door neighbor. He often daydreamed about bringing you here one day, showing you all the places that meant so much to him. He’d start with Ilsan, his hometown, then Daegu, where Yoongi was from, and finally, Busan, where Jimin’s mom currently lives.

But those daydreams will have to wait. 

For now, he has to focus on his studies and then think of the future. Namjoon opens his planner, filling it with various assignments he has received for the semester. He makes a note to visit the National Museum of Korea in the coming days for one of his assignments. As he glances at the date, he suddenly realizes something important.

“July 10th here… Wait… July 9th. It’s baby’s birthday in the States,” he muttered to himself. “Damn, I was so busy getting settled here that I almost forgot.” Just as he is about to panic, his phone buzzes with a video call notification. It’s you.

Wasting no time, he answers the call, looking forward to seeing your face after a few days of not seeing it virtually.

But it isn’t your face, it’s Jimin’s.

“Hi Hyung! You didn’t wish our baby happy birthday earlier so…” He switches the camera view, showing Namjoon what appears to be you, receiving backshots from Jimin as you suck on Yoongi’s dick. “We wanted to show you what you were missing.”

Eiffel Tower.

Namjoon's eyes widen as he watches the video. He can’t believe what he is seeing, but a small smile creeps onto his face.

Jimin passes the phone over to Yoongi, who holds the phone close to your face, showing his dick going in and out of your mouth.

“Fuck…” Namjoon's hand slowly inches inside his sweatpants, palming his cock slightly.

“Baby, show your daddy how good you’re taking me,” Yoongi said seductively.

You smile playfully, your eyes locked with Namjoon's eyes on the phone. You slowly take Yoongi's dick deeper into your mouth, swallowing and pulling back before starting all over again. Jimin and Yoongi sigh contentedly, their eyes never leaving yours.

Namjoon watches, mesmerized by the sight. His heart races as he stares at the beauty of your body, your lips wrapped around Yoongi's dick. 

He feels a wave of longing and desire wash over him, making him pull out his own dick to stroke it as he watches you be taken by his two best friends.

The sound of your moans and their groans fill his ears as he continues to watch. His mind races with thoughts of the three of you together. 

Jimin and Yoongi's bodies move in perfect harmony with each other, their sweaty skin slapping against your soft lips. Namjoon's own cock twitches in his hand, unable to hold back his own arousal any longer. He wonders if the three of you are thinking of him as he watches, if you are fucking with the intention of sharing your pleasure with him.

Namjoon eyes widen as Yoongi sets the phone down, propping it up so Namjoon can get a full view of you being fucked and Yoongi making out with Jimin.

He can see your body arching, Yoongi's dick sliding in and out of you as you reach down to stroke Jimin's dick. Jimin moans into Yoongi's mouth, his own hand moving faster on his own cock. The sight of you pleasuring the two of them is more than Namjoon can take. 

He begins stroking himself faster, desperate for an orgasm.

As you begin to scream, Yoongi and Jimin follow suit, their orgasms filling the air. You collapse onto the bed, panting, as the three of them kiss and cuddle. Namjoon's own orgasm hits him like a freight train, his eyes locked onto the screen as he comes, his body shuddering with pleasure.

Fuck.

He needs to get through this semester abroad, make connections, come home and take care of you all for the rest of your lives.

“Happy birthday, baby.” He huffs before you wave with the laziest and most fucked out smile ever.

“I m-miss you.” You say before Yoongi ends the call to continue whatever he and Jimin have planned for your birthday night.

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September 6th [Friday]

“What are your thoughts on having kids?”

You nearly choke on your water, sputtering and coughing as you set the glass down. 

“Kim Namjoon!?” you manage to say, eyes wide with surprise. It hasn’t even been a full week since Namjoon returned from Korea, and here he is, bringing up such a huge question out of nowhere.

Namjoon looks at you with a calm, thoughtful expression, leaning back on the couch with Jimin and Yoongi on either of his sides, eating snacks while catching up on One Piece. “I’ve just been thinking a lot, especially after being away. I mean, it’s not like I’m saying we should have kids right now… or ever, but... I’m curious about your thoughts on it.”

You blink, still processing the sudden shift in conversation. “Well, honestly, I don’t really want to have kids…”

You’ve never had motherly instincts or felt like a caretaking figure. You have a younger sibling, but you’re only a few years apart in age, similar to Jimin and his brother or Namjoon and his sister, so it doesn’t require you to take on much responsibility. Plus, the things you’ve read online about pregnancy heavily scare you. You refuse to do it.

Silence proceeds, making you a little nervous. “I… Uh, could we opt for cats?” You suggest, giggling awkwardly.

“Okay but…” You start, knowing you’re gonna regret even saying this. “Maybe… just maybe… I’ll consider having one child. You guys just have to rock paper scissors that.”

Namjoon chuckles, his eyes softening. “If that’s what you want, sure. As long as we get three and we each get to name them.”

Yoongi smirks, leaning back. “I call for naming one Gyul!” You remember it means Tangerine in Korean, and it fits Yoongi’s vibe perfectly.

Jimin’s face lights up. “I’ll go with Marimo, like the moss ball,” he adds, making you laugh at the thought of a fluffy cat named after a plant.

You take a deep breath, feeling a bit more at ease. “Okay but…” you start, knowing you’re going to regret even saying this. “Maybe… just maybe… I’ll consider having one child. You guys just have to rock paper scissors for that.”

“Really?!” Namjoon’s eyes widen, excited by the potential.

The room erupts in laughter, the tension dissipating. “Rock paper scissors to decide who gets the honor, huh?” Yoongi grins, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “I guess that’s one way to settle it.”

“Let’s decide now!” Jimin’s competitive nature kicks in, and he’s already positioning his hand for the game.

“Wait, wait!” You laugh, holding up your hands. “We’re still in college! Let’s give it several years for us to get settled with everything and our careers–”

“What about marriage? That can happen sooner right?” Yoongi’s eyes gleam with curiosity and a hint of excitement.

You blink, taken aback. “Marriage?”

You’re not gonna lie. You have thought about this one.

It would be difficult to get married to all three of them in a country where polyamory isn’t…legal. And there’s also the whole thing with Namjoon, Yoongi and Jimin’s parents being Korean and religious. That would most certainly give some or even all of their families heart attacks. So what were you thinking would be a good solution to this.

Legally marry only one of them.

And surprisingly you already have someone in mind for this.

“Your face is telling us you have thought about it.” Namjoon chuckles.

“What!? No way.” After cleaning the spill from earlier, you turn to sit on the loveseat, holding your bag of Lay’s Sea Salt & Vinegar chips with your glass of wine. These are your go-to snacks after all… well right after the Banana Kick Korean Cheetos that your local H-mart ran out of.

“So who did you have in mind, or are we also playing rock, paper, scissors for this?” Jimin wiggles his eyebrows playfully.

“I have someone in mind, but I’m not gonna say yet!” You say, then eat your chips. “I don’t think I’ll change my mind, but you can always try to win me over…perhaps.”

Namjoon chuckles, leaning forward. “You’re really going to keep us in suspense, huh?”

Yoongi smirks, nudging Namjoon. “Better step up your game, Joon. Looks like you’ve got some competition.” He gestures to himself and Jimin.

Jimin laughs, popping a cheese ball into his mouth. “Challenge accepted. Just wait and see, Y/N.”

Is this really going to be another virginity race with them? 

You roll your eyes at their silliness. "I do not want to see this turn into a competition again, guys. So let’s just go with the flow. This is a democracy!" you declare, trying to maintain a light-hearted atmosphere about this before they start a fight over this.

Namjoon leans back comfortably on the couch, his expression thoughtful. "Fair enough," he concedes, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. "But you know we're all going to do our best to win you over for this."

Yoongi chuckles softly, leaning in closer. "That's right. We'll make sure you know why we're the best choice," he says with a playful smirk.

Jimin nods eagerly, reaching for the wine bottle on the coffee table to refill his glass. "You can count on it," he chimes in, his gaze lingering on you with affection.

Outside, the last rays of sunlight filter through the curtains, painting fleeting patterns on the floor. The evening breeze rustles the leaves outside, a gentle reminder that time continues to move on. Inside, amidst the comfortable familiarity of your new shared space with your boyfriends, you take a moment to savor the scene, knowing there’s more to this love story with your soulmates for years to come.

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Hi everyone. I just want to thank you all for reading this fic since it was released almost one year ago, August 29th, 2023. As I mentioned before, I had actually thought up this fic on May 29, 2020 and fleshed it out a little more on May 26, 2021. I have a whole character chart on activities/personalities/etc and the first half of chapter 1 up until Yoongi and Reader got ready to go to the Gamma Party. Though, I never got to writing more than that as I ended up getting hired for my first job after college not long after. Last year I got laid off from said job, but there were many issues that had me on thin ice and burnout. Sometimes I wonder if I should've stayed longer and carried on with it. But nonetheless, this leads me to a lot of great small opportunities I’ve found in the past year through networking and meeting amazing people in the music industry. It also gave me time to be like, “I guess maybe I could go back to writing this fic now that I have too much time on my hands…”

I have written fics in the past, but never managed to finish any series. Well, there was an Attack on Titan fic with several thousands of reads on Wattpad, but i will not comment on this further haha.  So this was truly my return to writing. It’s funny because I had initially not planned the fic to end up this way. Yoonminjoon have been my bias line for the last 4 years, so I knew that’s the delusional focus I wanted. But definitely had various drafts and plans that could’ve gone differently. But to spoil you on some of those initial ideas…

The original fic plan had more emphasis on Jaebeom throughout the story as  (somewhat) an antagonist that would be dating Reader until Yoonminjoon would realize their feelings throughout the story and eventually snatch her away not long after the first 4 chapaters. Jaebeom was my GOT7 bias for a long time before I fell out of the fandom.

not an initial idea but aside from the poly / fwb stuff, there were a lot of events in this fic based on things that happen to me when i was in college a few years ago. i somehow had a pretty wholesome experience, but did have many guy friends than girl friends in college so that did help me in relationship dynamic writing

Other notes I had from 2020 drafts: [Joon, Jimin, Tae and Y/N work at Joon’s family coffee shop on the weekends. Yoongi goes back home sometimes to help his mom at their family restaurant, but mostly works as an underground composer and sells beats. Hobi works on campus in the library. Jin is...rich. Koo works at a chicken place.] Obviously most of this did not happen in this fic, as mentioned earlier in this chapter with changed job responsibilities. Though the one job mainly mentioned in the story was Reader working in the library.

Had more smoking, (light) drugs, etc. use involved. It’s mainly alcohol and weed, but even then it wasn’t heavily done which makes me want to go back and add more of this later on.

Not really initial notes but age/year timeline in this fic for anyone confused

Seniors: Jin, Hoseok (graduated high school early)

Juniors: Namjoon, Yoongi

Sophomores: Reader, Jimin, Taehyung, Jungkoo

Jimin cheating on Irene to get with Reader

I really wanted to do this because I wanted Irene to be more involved in the story, but that would make it too messy and dragged out. I would’ve had to make this story like 25 chapters if that were the case. 

Also I don’t personally think Jimin would cheat on his gf in this fic or irl, so I didn’t want to write him like that. I had to break them up before he could do anything else.

Jackson 

was supposed to be a bigger character in the series… but i accidentally did reduce him to “Jackson the party host”... but at least he’s Hoseok’s close friend  and show up often

Jin

I wanted to tie in more of the frat activities and dynamics in this fic as BTS is an unofficial frat on campus and he’s the leader of it, but I honestly don’t think was too important and could take away from the actual story

Jin was supposed to kick out Reader from the house as her relationships with her best friends got too messy and complex, though he didn’t want to do it.

Jihyo

Jihyo was supposed to date Namjoon longer and break up with him during the party where Reader ran into Yeonjun. Timeline should’ve been: Namjoon is at the TXT frat party with Jihyo -> Namjoon fights Yeonjun to protect reader -> Reader is shocked and upset -> Jihyo is confused and Namjoon comes clean about his feelings for Reader -> Break Up -> Namjoon confesses to Reader 

I also wanted Jihyo to send the “confession” text to Reader regarding what Namjoon said at the Gamma Party much sooner, so when she saw Namjoon at the TXT frat party, she would know everything. But I couldn’t find a way to tie it in earlier during her fight with Yoonmin. Very messy stuff.

I thought Jihyo was the best choice as Namjoon’s side “love” interest in 2020/2021, but once all the Namjoon and Soyoon friendship photos started coming out, I kinda of abandoned Jihyo and changed my focus to Soyoon.

Soyoon

Soyoon takes on the side girl best friend role that Jihyo would’ve eventually had

Soyoon was supposed to date Namjoon briefly, but it was too messy to write in, so I just made Reader have initial suspicions before the truth came out in Ch 8

Reader and Namjoon weren’t supposed to sleep together after the Yeonjun fight. Soyoon was supposed to act as a wingman for Joon so he could apologize to Reader and then they would have their first time in the library. But I wrote things definitely so it wouldn’t end up like that.

Jungkook 

Jungkook was supposed to be closer and more clingy to Reader. They have a close relationship, but I felt that it interfered with other things in the story, so I left it with the mention that he had a little crush on her and would hang out with her often.

Jungkook is the end game if Reader didn’t end up with Yoonminjoon. (hehe)

Namjoon

If there was only one end game from Yoonminjoon, it would’ve been Namjoon for obvious reasons.

If Reader ran into Namjoon right after her fight with yoonmin, that would’ve changed everything and lead him to be end game. I discussed with Rae about these through texts after I dropped Ch 8.

Yoongi

Initially planned for him to not be caught so soon by Jimin, but honestly, didn’t want to drag it out and didn’t know how to tie it better

Should’ve been more Yoongi smut scenes

I don’t know when or if I’ll ever write another series as it’s very time consuming. But for the LUL universe, I still have the LA LA LOST YOU prequel with Reader’s relationship with Yeonjun almost done. IDC (i don’t care) is another series I’ve been thinking of releasing filled with WHAT IFs~ (...Reader picked Namjoon, Reader picked Yoongi, Reader picked Jimin, Reader picks everyone in Beta Tau Sigma?, Reader slept with Jaebeom at the party, etc.). But all of that will have to wait. Let me know your thoughts in the meantime though!

Until then, thank you for all your support, and hopefully we meet again.

With luv, @melancholy-of-nadia

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SAVAGE LOVE. STANDING NEXT TO YOU Part Two

Part Two (Split into two parts)

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Pairing: Jungkook x OC

Genre: Best Friends To Lovers, College AU, Angst, Slice Of Life, Chubby Girl, Healing, Smut, Fluff.

Word count: 11k (whole thing has 20k words, sorry got carried away! But split into two chapters)

Rating: 18+ Rating Mature, Sexual content, smut (warning it’s pure filth), some hard swearing, Mention of some triggering mental health issues (WARNING as it involves an almost suicide), violence (punching).

Triggers and content: Angst, Angst over past actions, mention of therapy, talk about past actions, healing together, guilt, angst with fluff, past memories brought up, mental health issues, anxiety, bad body image, almost suicide (not graphic), a lot of reflection, forgiveness, apologies, secrets being revealed, nightmares, self reflection, hurtful words, Jimin being Jimin, STD’s mentioned.

Jungkook surprising everyone, graduation ceremony, graduation celebration, Surprises, celebration dinner mentioned, new jobs, Yoongi betting on their relationship with frat boys, Jungkook’s ex mentioned, Jungkook’s ex at graduation party, drinking, partying. Taehyung being revealed as the best boy, Taehyung being her secret buddy, punching, Jimin troublemaker, gatecrasher Jimin, OC gets a little revenge, dare game starts up again at the party.

Sexual content, Jungkook remembering fantasies, Past Sexual thoughts, smut, degradation, filming oral on his phone, more filming as Jungkook has a bit of a kink for it, oral (m & f), a bit of voyeurism and Agoraphilia, Soft and stern dom Jungkook, Daddy said a few times (mostly just to tease him), Chubby OC, subby OC, OC starts to get her confidence back, praise, spitting, squirting, dirty talking, filthy talk, edging, teasing, grinding, body worship, eating ass, Jungkook liking chubby woman, Jungkook’s mouth is filthy, size kink, hickies, Jungkook being soft and rough with her, hair pulling and soft biting, raw sex (no condom but on the implant), fluff, aftercare.

Author’s Note:

There are Jungkook POV’s in this. This is basically a part two to savage love, better to read that first or you won’t get some references. Please read the drabbles to savage love to get more of their past story, like their first meeting and first kiss.

Think I have all the triggers mentioned, but if there is one that you think I definitely should mention let me know.

Lastly, I hope you enjoy it!

Warning ⚠️🔞This is a mature rated 18+ story, no minors allowed on this blog. Adult themes and there might be triggering themes.

I do not own BTS or their likeness. This is only a fan fiction that comes from my own imagination and any depiction of BTS in any of my stories does not represent them in real life. None of this is real life, only pure fiction. None of the behaviour of the BTS member’s namesakes OR anything else that happens in my stories represents them in reality.

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Jungkook pov:

We are both tipsy as Taehyung calls a toast to everyone and congratulates everyone at the party for graduating.

They all cheer and holler drinking to the sentiment with grins on their faces. Then he starts to talk about us, telling everyone how in love we have been for years, since we met at age six.

Then he says that he asks himself how two people are so perfect for each other and that everyone seemed to know how in love we were but us.

Everyone laughs nodding, seems like they did all know, I mean we were on the list so people must have thought it a possibility. The frats always compile a huge list and place it up in the frat houses with odds and people can bet on the outcome. They did this every year, Yoongi said we were there every year and the odds got more and more.

"Just want to congratulate Jungkook and Alice on their engagement. To my best friends, Jungkook and Alice who I love to pieces! I'm sure that all of us here are thinking that it was about damn time, because it only took sixteen years for them to realise that it was love at first sight. Little Kookie and Alice met at the tender age of six and pretty sure that Jungkook was a simp for Alice right then and there. I myself was this close to banging their heads together and if I had to watch Jungkook and Alice pining for each other for another year, I would have left the country, ha ha! But luckily Jimin did them a favour and got candice pregnant, pretty sure that's the only thing that I would ever thank Park Jimin for! Congratulations on your engagement guys and I can't wait to give my best man speech at your wedding in the future! I just know your love inspires the rest of us, so we never give up on finding love. We all wish you the best in the future and can't ever remember seeing two people so perfect for each other! CONGRATULATIONS!! Wooooo Hoooooo! Let's party!"

Taehyung had fun giving this little speech, everyone laughed loudly at certain parts making me blush and groan in embarrassment.

Yeah we get it, we needed our heads banged together and he's right that's the only thing I will ever thank Jimin for, for finally making a permanent mistake. Grabbing Alice's hand I take her to go dance, I can see that she's a little shy and apprehensive but she's not refusing me.

I just wish that she was the Alice I once knew, the one who stood up for me when I had a stutter as a child and would fight the bullies who tried to bully me because of it. The girl who was an extrovert, who would do dares with me and seek an adrenaline rush with me too.

She's very very slowly coming back to life, but her self esteem took a huge hit over the years. I'm going to put in the work to correct all of that, to make sure that she knows how much I still lust after her, she's still utterly perfect for me.

Moment 4 life by Nikki Minaj is playing and I try to loosen her up as I grind against her, she starts to look more relaxed when I start kissing her neck and lips.

It helps her melt against me and forget we are being watched by anyone. My body reacts to her and I can't help myself, my hands are all over her.

"Hmm my pretty girl, you turn me on so much. I want to bury myself in you and never leave" I groaned seductively in her ear, gripping her thick hips with my greedy hand, my other wrapped around her waist. Alice moans, throwing it back grinding against me. I'm so hungry for her it's insane.

She has gotten me off by jerking me off and I have repaid the favour loads of times, but I have only given her oral sex a handful of times. I'm a giver so it turns me on anyway, not sure why I haven't let her return that favour yet.

Think I just wanted her to know that it was about love and not just sex, because her relationship with Jimin was like that, just sex. Well it was until he started to cheat.

I can't wait to see how magnificent her ass looks when I snap my hips against hers, I bet it looks perfect when it jiggles. I haven't told her yet but I actually love my women with more meat on their bones.

When I peeked at her juicy thighs and grabable hips when I placed the towel around her that day, I was hard. I had to leave her to dry herself or she would have seen my hard dick and it wasn't the time nor the place.

She had no idea how many times I had to rush to the bathroom to bang one out due to her bending over showing me her exquisite ass. She always missed the way my eyes would scan her body and how I would bite my lip when I imagined her underneath me. Imagining how perfect my marks would look on her fleshy thighs, how beautiful she would look covered in them. She once flashed her pink cotton panties without realising when she was wearing a dress and I almost came in my pants.

Even back in school when I accidentally saw her in the shower and the time she flashed me her perfect breasts in a dare. Everything in my spank bank memories is of her, I still have the video of our dare when we were high, where I dared her to let me film her sucking me off. Pretty sure we did everything but fuck back then, I regret not daring her to.

I can still remember how she felt when she grinded on me getting us off and how my hands squeezed her plump ass, it felt so soft and warm in my palms. Pretty sure that all of my wet dreams were about her, every single one.

I regret not being the one to take her virginity, she should have been the one to take mine too. But she is my first and only love though, no one else has ever got those words from me.

"I dare you to let me suck you off" She whispers in my ear suddenly, the very thought makes my dick jump in my trousers.

"Fuck, princess are you trying to get me hard?" I hissed into her neck, grinding my hardening dick into her ass.

"But I wanna suck you off so bad, don't you remember how my lips felt around your cock, Jungkook?" She seductively moans in my ear, she's such a damn tease.

"Fuck yes! It felt so good, baby. I still think about it and use that memory to get off. You used to let me cum in your dirty little mouth like a needy little slut. No one sucks me off like you used to, you used to suck me off like you worshipped my dick" I rasp lewdly in her ear, sucking harshly on her exposed neck.

"Please babe, I wanna suck you off, so fucking bad. Don't you want to fuck my soft wet mouth, Daddy?" The filthy whine broke me and I'm now dragging her off to the toilet with a feral need pulsing through my body.

How dare she tease me calling me Daddy! I don't give a damn if people see how hard I am for her in my trousers right now.

"Such a filthy little thing aren't you? So needy for my cock that you can't wait" I scold her, dragging her into the bathroom and locking the door, her whimpers sound so pretty. 

"Kneel" I growl lustfully at her, I feel like I want to ruin her and I'm not sure if she will like that harsher side of me. She doesn't hesitate as she gets on her knees making me roughly groan.

"Look at you, my pretty girl. So good for me, that's it pretty baby. Get my cock out" I coo at her, running my hand through her hair as she unbuckles my belt, her hands are trembling with need as she starts to unzip me.

"That's right, take it out, princess" My eyes stare at her, devouring everything so I don't miss one second of it.

"Oh hmm shit, I dare you to let me film you” I hiss as her small hand wraps around my length, god I look so big in her hand. Alice looks up to me with dazed eyes nodding, her bottom lip trapped by her teeth.

"Words baby" I remind her and she replies with a simple yes, her mischievous eyes glinting.

"Good girl, god I love you so much" Groaning in excitement I get my phone out and start to film her, she looks so delicious knelt there gripping my cock.

"Spit on it baby, yeah just like that" She looks so dirty as she spits on my tip and distributes it sliding the wetness down my hardened length, then repeats it. I grip her hair tighter with a cuss on my lips as soon as she licks across my slit covering her tongue in my precum.

Then she gets further down going to my balls looking so damn exquisite. Licking from my taint, up my balls and right up my length makes my cock pulse with need. Groaning out her name with a gravelly tone, I try to concentrate on filming her, telling her to look up at the camera.

My pretty baby's mouth sexily wraps around my tip and she swirls her tongue around me humming, it looks so perfectly lewd through the screen. Damn, she feels so good that I can't remember any other blow job with other women feeling this amazing.

Only my times with her felt this erotic, I just thought it was because I was new to having my dick sucked back then. Clearly my princess is talented with her perfect little mouth.

"Fuck yeah, hmmm you look so pretty with my cock in your mouth, princess. Feels so damn good, ahhh yes" I slur out feeling so entranced by how she feels, how she looks and damn, how she sounds.

The slurping as she bobs her head and sucks me harder every time she comes back up is debauched. And the line of spit spilling down her chin onto me and then onto her hand is absolutely sinful.

"So messy, such a filthy girl for me" I murmur gripping her hair harder, I can't fucking help myself when I thrust my hips in ecstasy. The lewd gag makes me throb as her throat closes around my tip.

"Fuck, sorry baby. You feel too good" I groan with desire and she removes her hand and places a hand over mine, the one I currently have gripped into her hair.

"Shit, you sure? You want me to fuck your needy throat, deep throating Daddy like a good girl?" I rasp in a ravenous tone at her and she hums nodding.

"Okay princess, tap my leg of it's too much. Gonna fuck your pretty mouth” I tell her with a vulgar moan, she hums again.

She braces her hands on my thighs and lets me take over, the whine that sounds out has me thrusting immediately. I'm still trying to concentrate on filming her, I have to get this on film, she looks so fucking amazing.

Shit, all the dirty sloppy noises have me close already and her moans vibrating on my length are all contributing.

"Such a needy little slut for my cock, you sound so filthy, moaning like a little cock hungry girl for me" I lewdly growl thrusting harder, the slurping and the drooling is fucking obscene.

"Hmmm shit, I'm close pretty baby" I pant loudly, grunting as my tip starts to tingle, vibrating through my torso and down my legs.

"Fuck! Face or mouth baby? Touch your face if you want that" I abruptly rasp at her, when she doesn't I fall immediately with a loud whine.

"Open up" My length hardens, before the pulse comes right after, I pull back and pull out, Alice pokes her tongue out.

Pumping myself all over her lips and tongue looks so damn sinful and I can't believe I caught it on camera.

"Ahh fuck sweetheart, you look so perfect like that. That's it take my cum, princess" I pant stroking myself until I'm empty, I can't help rubbing my tip around her lips with a filthy low moan.

"Lick your lips baby, yes so fucking greedy lick it up. My dirty girl, I love you so much" I husk at her, devouring the sin with a feral intensity, not wanting to miss anything.

Scooping everything spilled from mouth onto her chin and lips, I pop my finger in her mouth telling her to suck, cussing when she does.

"Good girl, such a good girl" I coo at her as I smooth her hair trying to soothe the burn on her scalp. She grins at me and I finally end the video on my phone. Pulling her up I kiss her with a burning passion moaning in her mouth. When we part we are breathless.

"You looked so sexy on camera baby, thank you for letting me film you" I grin mischievously at her, leaving gentle pecks on her face.

"I dare you to edge me all night until we go home, keep teasing me" Alice gives me a wicked grin making me chuckle, this is the Alice I remember and it's been so long since I saw her mischievous side.

"Yeah? Oh I'll take that dare, starting now" I smirk down at her walking her into the wall and getting on my knees. I'm gonna tease her over her panties for a little while, starting with gentle rubs.

"Spread your legs a little princess and watch me, baby" I husk at her looking up at her with a smug look, the desire is clear in her eyes.

Rubbing my fingers slowly over her panties I can tell how wet she is and I can feel her delicious plump mound and folds.

"Your panties are soaked baby, did sucking my dick turn you on?" Smirking smugly at the look on her face and how her lips now parted as she watches me with her head slowly nodding.

"Yes, I loved it. You look so hot right now, Jungkook" Alice eagerly moans, staring down at me biting her lip as I press a little harder against her clit now.

Pressing against her wet panties I tease her with my fingers running them along the edge of them. Letting her think I'm gonna pull the panties to the side as I pluck the edges with my fingers making her whine.

"Tsk! So needy and impatient, sweetheart" I tut with a smirk and start sucking and licking at the soft doughy flesh of her inner thighs. A low wanton moan falls out of her mouth as her lips part, I feel her pulse against my fingers as they rub against her drenched panties.

The whimper I receive because of how badly I'm teasing her sounds so sweet to my ears. I'm getting so close to her clit but diverting away as soon as her breathing gets faster.

The pout on her plump lips and the long whine she makes, makes me chuckle. Being an impatient brat she rolls her hips by my face whining again.

"Such a little brat! Tsk, bad girl" I scolded her, giving her a slap to her clothed pussy, she jolted cussing.

"But Daddy! You are teasing me" She whines needily again trying to rub her pussy against my face. She’s such a brat teasing me and calling me that.

I bite one of her lips with a feral growl and pull her panties down enough to suck a harsh mark on her plump mound.

"Ahhh fuck! Jungkook!" She cries out with a loud lamented moan. I'm pulling her panties up immediately and she quietly whimpers out a no.

"Such a needy girl, so desperate for my tongue that you can't be a good girl" I scolded her sternly but I put her out of misery by firmly licking a long stripe up her clothed folds.

Repeating it for about a minute until I try to move away and Alice grabs my hair trying to keep me there.

"Such a dirty little girl, with a needy little pussy. Dripping all over your panties like a filthy little slut. Tsk, how will I edge such a bratty baby?" Chuckling at her, I finally pull the panties to the side and clean up the filthy mess she has made.

"Yes, ahhh like that, Jungkook" She moans out hungrily gripping my hair, her whines have gotten louder and her pussy starts fluttering against my tongue.

"Tsk! No cumming for you, baby! You know what this is, I'm going to have you so desperate you are sobbing” I give her a wicked grin as I stand up smashing my lips on hers.

She pulls me closer, putting her hand on the back of my neck. We both jolt when someone tries opening the door and starts banging on the door.

"HURRY! I need to use the toilet!" A woman shouts banging louder making us giggle at each other.

I quickly sort Alice out, pulling her dress down and smoothing her hair down. She runs her finger on my lip and chin.

"Time to leave I think, Princess" I grin with a smugness at her flushed appearance, walking to the door and opening it slightly.

And as soon as I opened it I saw my ex Eunji who was the one who chucked the photo of Alice and I. I was so pissed when she damaged it.

She hated my relationship with Alice and was extremely jealous.

"Oh hey Jungkook, do you wanna talk? We could just mess. . ." She smiles looking happy but pauses when I open the door more and she sees Alice and then I see the cogs turning in her head at her flushed face.

I know she's thinking what I think she's thinking about and to be honest I don't give a damn what she thinks.

"Oh. . . Hi Alice. So can we talk after you're done Kookie?" She tries to give her a smile but it is fake and she is distracted by Alice standing there.

"Umm, about what?" I frown looking down at her, because we ended a year ago on bad terms and I would never have gotten back with her.

Even if I wasn't with Alice. We only lasted about four months max.

"I wanted to talk about us, I'm sorry about what happened between us and I worked on my jealousy. I'm sorry I broke your childhood picture and I know that you two are just best friends. I shouldn't have acted like that" Eunji sighs in defeat, looking down at her fingers.

"Well thank you I suppose, although it's been a while Eunji. Is that all you wanted to say? Because Alice and I have to go to rejoin the party, we have some serious celebrating to do" I reply dismissively, holding my hand out to Alice who takes it with a huge smile.

Eunji clearly thinks that I meant us celebrating our graduation only, we are but we are celebrating our engagement too.

"No! I. . . I want you to give us another chance, I loved you, well I still love you and I'm sorry for all the times I destroyed your property or deleted Alice's messages. The rumour that I started about her trying to steal you and everything else. I worked on that and I hope you'll give me another chance Jungkookie" She tells me with a hopeful look.

I'm totally uninterested and just want to enjoy the night with my princess.

"Oh well this is awkward!" I chuckle, making Alice giggle too.

"Why is it so awkward?" She frowns in confusion tilting her head.

"Well. . . Let me reintroduce my best friend, you clearly didn't get the memo. When did you arrive tonight? You must have missed the fight Jimin and I had at uni too, ha ha. You used to really be into gossip too. Anyway, meet my princess, my fiancée, Alice. I proposed at the graduation ceremony, I'm guessing you didn't see my speech?" I say squeezing my hand against Alice's who squeezes it back and presses into my side.

"Your fiancée? So I was fucking right to be jealous about you two? It wasn't just crazy thoughts in my head?" She suddenly scowls, looking like a million thoughts of the past are flying through her head.

Her eyes glare at Alice so I pull Alice to my chest feeling protective.

"Well yes, she's the only woman I've ever loved, Eunji. I think it was pretty damn obvious, the pictures everywhere in my apartment and everything catered to Alice in my place too. A few of my tattoos are dedicated to her too, this little silhouette of holding hands on my wrist is obviously us holding hands as kids. This is her birth flower, this saying is about her. This A on my finger is for her too, the two gaming characters holding hands, were our characters we played as kids on our favourite game. I could keep on going but you realise I never said I loved you right or gave you a pet name? And I would drop everything for Alice at a moment's notice no matter what we were doing. Okay, I'm sorry that I was selfish and used you to forget about Alice, along with other women but it always felt so damn wrong, never right. We both finally confessed to each other, I guess you were right when you said that Alice clearly loved me, guess I should have listened to you ages ago"

I comment, shrugging my shoulders at her like I don't really care about what she thinks. I know it's cold of me, but I need to shut this down and quickly.

"Wow! And here I was thinking I was too jealous and paranoid in our relationship! But all of my worries and thoughts were right, I guess I should have realised that when you finished with me over a stupid fucking picture" Eunji sneers at us looking pissed.

"That was not just any picture, Eunji, that was the day we first met as little six year olds. You could tell as soon as we met that we had something special. I kinda wish I could go back and tell myself that Alice would become my princess for real" I sigh looking down at Alice, squeezing her hand again.

"As much as we would love to catch up, as he said earlier we have some celebrating to do. We are celebrating our engagement. As nice as it is to see you, we have a party to rejoin. Goodbye Eunji and I hope you find someone who loves you back” Alice politely adds, pulling me to move past her.

"You're both assholes, do you know that? You treated your girlfriends like shit Jungkook! And no wonder Jimin cheated. I fucked him too just to feel better about myself and to get back at you, Alice!" Eunji blurts out suddenly and we both look back at her replying "goodnight" before we walk off.

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That was fun. . . not!

Although I expected this to happen at some point, it was inevitable. I knew at least one of his ex's would feel some type of way about us now being together.

Her confessing about Jimin had no effect on me, I knew he messed about with almost the entire campus, that news isn't new to me and it can't hurt me anymore.

Jungkook drags me to the dancefloor again and starts immediately teasing me. Summer by Paul Blanco is playing and we are just having fun kissing and grinding against each.

Of course he keeps kissing at my sensitive spot on my neck and covertly whispering filth in my ear to keep up the teasing on my edging.

Then he also started sneaking his hand up my dress a few times and groaning about how wet I am. When I asked him to edge me, he took the damn assignment seriously. The way he keeps kissing me too, like he missed me and has not kissed me in months.

Eunji is glaring holes into us and we don't give a fuck, it's all good. Well it was, until I heard Jungkook cuss in my ear sounding angry.

I start looking around wondering why he sounds so angry all of a sudden until he literally picks me up, making me straddle him whilst he kisses the hell out of me.

When we get into a covert place he slams me against the wall grinding up against me with a feral growl.

Jungkook is definitely tipsy from the drink because he doesn't care when someone chuckles as they walk past. His hand is on my slick panties rubbing up against my clit as he swallows any moans.

"Ahh Jungkook! Hmm close" I warn him with a loud moan and he removes his hand immediately, kissing me harder than before and moving his hand around to my ass.

"Shit, I want you so bad, sweetheart. I can't wait until we get home later, I'm gonna make you cum so hard, pretty baby. I want to feel you wrapped around me after desperately lusting you for so long" He groans hungrily in my neck, licking and sucking at my collarbone area.

"Fuck! Let's get back to the party before I drag you to a room and devour you" He rasps against my lips before kissing me one last time.

As soon as we walked over to the others with a new drink sitting down, I finally realised why Jungkook was so annoyed.

Jimin is there grinding on some woman who isn't his fiancée, kissing her neck too and either that woman doesn't know about Candice or she doesn't care.

I'm pissed off on behalf of Candice, she clearly didn't deserve this and was fooled by Jimin like everyone else was.

Me included. I sneakily take a picture and a little video.

"What a piece of shit! Candice is about to give birth" Taehyung growls in annoyance and I nod with a look of distaste on my face.

"This is what we would see all the time when he was with you, women all over him at parties and clubs" Jungkook tells me, rubbing my thigh in a sensual way as I sit on his lap.

"This was the scene at every single party though, it was prolific! I gave up punching him or saying anything after a while. Where the hell is Joon? Can we get him to kick his ass out? He's a damn gatecrasher as Joon wouldn't have invited him!" Yoongi scoffs in disgust, watching Jimin who has the cheek to smirk at him.

"Joon is getting it on with Haerin, don't know how long they are gonna be" Taehyung replies with a shoulder shrug.

"Can't we just kick his ass out? We know Joon doesn't want him here" Jungkook sneers, glaring at Jimin.

Jungkook snaps because of Jimin winking at me and pulls me around so quickly so I'm straddling him instead, making sure I'm not facing Jimin anymore.

His lips are on mine just as quickly, I lean in putting my arms around his neck, folding my fingers through his hair.

Jungkook groans lewdly into the kiss, giving me a subtle thrust, making me press harder against his lips, speeding up the kiss.

This time I give a subtle thrust making him throb underneath me, my dress is flared out on his lap and my wet panties are against his trousers.

"Fuck, do you wanna go home now, my pretty princess? I'm gonna make you feel good all night long. I can feel your hot wet pussy through my trousers" Jungkook murmurs sinfully into my ear, his tongue leaving open mouthed kisses on my neck.

I can imagine him smirking or glaring at Jimin as he does it and I internally grin.

His large hands firmly grab my ass cheeks with a loud hum, he is covertly pulling on my hips with every squeeze.

"Hmm, yes Jungkook. I want to feel you so much. Love you so much my bun" He chuckles at the use of my old nickname for him, he made me stop using it when he was about ten saying he was too old for it now.

"Okay, I'm gonna order a taxi for us, my beautiful baby" He smiles while getting out his phone to order a taxi on the app.

"Okay Kookie, it is gone twelve after all, we've been here for hours" I giggle at him as he clicks a selfie of me on his lap with my head in his neck and also one of me looking at the camera with a smile.

Then he takes one of us kissing and another of our faces plastered together.

I see him posting one on his social media saying 'Celebrating! Graduation and Engagement! 🥳👩🏻‍❤️‍👨🏻💍🍾 @PrincessAlice #loveofmylife #graduated #engaged #celebrationtime #soulmate'

I giggle at his captions kissing his cheek.

He shows me that the taxi is going to be about 20 minutes, it must be busy tonight with people partying in and around the campus area.

We had totally forgotten about Jimin at this point, where we were so eagerly into each other.

"You two were definitely fucking! You are engaged already" I hear someone scoff in anger from behind me and know it's Jimin right away from all our friend's disgusted looks.

"Fuck off, Jimin!" Yoongi sneers with narrowed eyes, he's leant forward looking ready to intervene.

"What are you even doing at Joon's party, Jimin? You aren't welcome here" Taehyung scoffs at him.

"Wow! Thought we were friends, Taehyung?" Jimin sniggers at him with a vile smirk.

"No we aren't, I only put up with you because of Alice. And I didn't find your comments to my best friend funny either, you knew he loved Alice and you had a good idea that it was reciprocated!" He replies, sneering, folding his arms in defiance.

"Yeah it was pretty creepy how much of a simp he was for Alice when she'd call him after I'd been a bad boy. But that didn't stop him from fucking all those hoes at clubs though, he gave me a run for my money, ha ha! Pretty hypocritical to say I'm a heartless fuckboy, considering he claimed to love her but did that in front of her making her cry" Jimin smirks wickedly, seeing my frown.

"Just go Jimin or I'm about to throw hands with you! Have I not punched you enough over the years, asshole?" Yoongi growls looking murderous.

Jungkook's hands are clenched gripping my skirt, his knuckles are white.

Jimin notices how angry he is, a sinister grin plastered to his face and he pushes it further.

"Oh and I saw her do that a few times! Yes it was obvious, but for some reason you were so clueless, Jungkookie. All it took was a few little lies from me and you'd jump straight into some little whores arms and it would make her believe all the more that you didn't love her like that. Worked for a while to keep you both apart too, until I stupidly got that bitch Candice pregnant" Jimin mockingly laughs trying to goad Jungkook.

"You piece of shit!" Jungkook rages at him with eyes almost black with anger, I can tell he wants to kick his ass.

"Didn't take a lot really, to make you keep hurting your best friend who you claimed to love. Oh poor little Alice's face every time it happened was glorious, her heart broke a little more each time until it was almost shattered beyond repair by you. The longer I stopped you two getting together the more I enjoyed it. I loved breaking the pair of you!" Jimin starts maliciously laughing his ass off now and he ends up provoking Yoongi who is up out of his seat throwing a punch at him before I can react to slap him.

"You fucking asshole! Get the fuck out!”Yoongi glowered, looking furious, grabbing him by his collar and dragging him to the door. He laughs at Yoongi, who chucks him out and slams the door.

Jungkook looks really upset as he grips my dress with his white knuckles.

"Kookie, look at me. We've talked this through already, remember? This is not going to hurt us anymore. Jimin is not going to come between us anymore, is he? Because we are stronger than that, we have gone through ups and downs for sixteen years and guess what? It's still us, here for each other and we are gonna still be here with each other in another sixteen!” I reassured him with my hands cupping his face, trying to soothe his anger.

Jungkook looks at me with a painful hurt look in his eyes and I'm so mad that Jimin just ruined our night. We were having fun too and he just couldn't stand not angering everyone.

"Alice" Jungkook says in a very detached voice, like he's thinking about what he did.

"Jungkook, don't you even think about it! To hell with Jimin!" I angrily sneer at him looking pissed, making his eyes snap to mine.

"But Alice I hurt you so bad and I let Jimin mess with me and hurt you even more. I played his stupid game without even realising it, I was so damn angry every time. And I feel sullied like I'm tainted and I can't get rid of the icky feeling that I let all those women touch me in anger" Jungkook frowns, looking angry at himself, like he is disgusted by his actions.

"Jungkook please stop, you know I love you right? I have always loved you and even if you hurt me with your actions, you would still repair it when you came to look after me too. Every cuddle and all the times you picked me up off the floor and cared for me. I still had you there for me and even though you hurt me, you never left me either. I think if you would have left, only then would I have shattered into pieces, Jungkook. So please stop it and let's forget about Jimin, this is the last time I'm ever gonna mention him" I peck his face gently a few times and slowly his arms cage me in.

"Okay Alice, we will never mention him again. He doesn't exist, who's Jimin?" He replies with a small smile.

"Never heard of him, Jimin? Did he go to our university?" A small grin appears on his face as I continue the game.

"Hmm he may have gone to our Uni, I don't really remember him" Jungkook says, shrugging with a smirk.

"Me neither, but I think I heard he has a pregnant fiancée. I feel so sorry for her that I just had to send her friend a picture of her best friend's cheating fiancé. Couldn't not help out a fellow woman now, could I?" I give him a wicked grin making him chuckle at me.

"No, that would be terrible! We must expose cheaters who do that to their pregnant fiancée's, what's his name is really gonna have a shitty day tomorrow" He sniggers at me with a huge grin.

"Told Mandy that it's gonna get worse for he who shall not be named, she told me to do it with a smirking devil emoji" I giggle at him as I tell him.

Jungkook's grin has grown now to look gleeful and Taehyung and Yoongi start laughing.

"Oh I hope tomorrow is shit for what's his name" Jungkook replies with amused laughter.

I picked up my phone and typed out a message with a voice note telling them all it was Park Jimin and to swerve him and his cheating ass.

Added the I don't fuck with you song before and after the sound file, with a little bit of text saying his name and to avoid him at all costs, added the footage of him with the woman saying he has a pregnant fiancée too. That he has given others STD's too.

"Oh I'd say, I just posted the voice recording to all my social media of his vile behaviour and told everyone who it was and to swerve him. Told them he was the most toxic man I'd ever known. I even put hashtag cheater, toxic ex, gaslighter, then toxic incel, and all sorts of great stuff. Oh and I named him"

I get a shit eating grin from Kookie, as my little video on TikTok starts getting comments, then my twitter X account.

"Opps it's blowing up, it's on 1474 likes already! Oh Mandy just liked it and commented that it's all true, that he's a serial cheater who gave his pregnant fiancee an std. Let's see how many women he gets now" I start laughing my ass off and the others join in.

"I may just show people his gaslighting messages to me, just to hit home how vile he really is. I might even make it a series" Cue evil smile as I can't help myself from laughing out a wicked laugh.

"That's my girl! That's the Alice I know" Jungkook chuckles at me pecking my lips and cheeks a few times.

"Maybe he's gonna find out how savage I can really be. I have messages of him missing my birthdays and Christmas, all sorts of things. How does the hashtag "worst ex ever" sound?" I giggle making Taehyung laugh and Yoongi lean over to give me a high five.

"That's more like it sweetie ! I just commented that he's a serial liar and cheater and that he gave my friend an STD too" Taehyung grins mischievously and shows me another girl's comment.

'Ugh I had a one night stand with him and another girl came over and slapped him whilst I was leaving with him. Stupid me was too drunk to believe her as he said she was a sour ex! She said he was her friend's boyfriend and I found out it was true when I saw him holding a girl's hand at our university! 😒 The man is prolific as I saw him with the same friend kissing her in a club a few weeks later, so he cheated with his girlfriends friend too! 😬'

Oh she is referencing either Sharmin or Denise! Hmm amusing.

"See what a dirtbag! Ugh I expect it was Denise or Sharmin" Yoongi scoffs in disgust, narrowing his eyes.

"Oh our taxi is five minutes away" Jungkook suddenly tells me.

The others are sad we are leaving but are understanding that we've had enough drama already.

Especially when we say that we had a run in with Eunji earlier too, Taehyung tells us that she asked where Jungkook was earlier.

Jungkook tells him that she was trying to get back with him and was angry to find us engaged, slagging us off for finally getting together, saying she was right to be jealous. And that she claimed to have cheated with Jimin, Taehyung scoffs saying of course she did.

"Let's go then, princess" Jungkook murmurs in my ear and I nod getting off his lap and give a hug to Tae and Yoongi and tell them to tell Joon that we said bye and we had fun.

As soon as we walk outside the cool air sobers me a little and I smell the air feeling calmer.

Jungkook grabs my hand and folds his fingers in mine, I squeeze his hand grinning up at him puckering my lips wanting a kiss. He chuckles, leaning in to give me a long chaste kiss.

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As we stand by a wall waiting for the taxi Jungkook decides to tease me again and rubs me through my destroyed soaked lace panties whilst he tongues at my sensitive area on my neck.

As soon as he hears a car he pulls away making me whine, Jungkook evilly smirks at my clear frustration.

"Kookie! I'm so damn horny!" I pout petulantly, he chuckles telling me I asked for this, remember.

Huffing I nod and we get into the taxi, he caresses my inner thigh the whole time, getting close to my core then moving away again.

I'm actually vibrating with a feral need as we get to our apartment. I'm probably gonna cum immediately if he puts a tongue or finger anywhere near me. I can't wait to rip off his clothes, I'm so turned on right now that my body is ravenous for him.

As soon as we open the front door he slams it, pushing me up against the wall lifting me up. I straddle him hugging around his neck as he starts grinding his dick against my panties. We are savagely kissing and groping at each other.

My fingers fumble with his shirt frantically undoing the buttons and pulling it off his shoulders, he manages to get it to fall to the floor. My hands are immediately wrapped back around his neck fisting at his hair, making him groan at the harsh tugs.

The loud moans falling out of my lips sound so needy and desperate as he hardens against me grinding roughly. His perfect lips are sucking and biting on my neck, making me tilt my head with a whimper.

Jungkook groans hungrily into my neck and his suck gets harsher making me grip more tightly onto his hair. I start grinding my pussy over his bulge in his trousers, panting and chasing my high.

He can tell I'm close so he stops the grind pulling me away from the wall, when I whine in utter frustration and try to grind again, he spanks my ass.

"Don't be a brat baby, I'm taking you to the bedroom" He sternly tells me, making me pout like a child into his neck with a noise of protest.

"You are so hot when you go all dominant on me, I like it” I whine into his neck sucking softly on his skin, tonguing the area.

"Yeah, you like that, do you princess?" He chuckles as he opens the bedroom door carrying me to the room.

Placing me on my feet he chucks his trousers off leaving him in his boxers.

"Let's get these clothes off, baby” He sexily smirks, pulling my dress off, revealing my lingerie.

A flash of embarrassment goes through me but Jungkook notices immediately and picks me up in my lace bra and matching panties.

My face must be bright red and I'm sure my face showed some discomfort too.

"My baby is sooo fucking sexy, god. . I love these curves, they feel so heavenly and perfect under my hands. Did I ever confess to you that I like my women curvy and with some serious junk in the trunk? Small women with curvy bodies make me go crazy, I love bbw's. It turns me on so much when women have a big booty and something for me to grab. An ass to smack, it's gonna sound so good when I'm fucking you from behind. I love digging my fingers into your chubby little stomach and when I spoon you hugging you, it feels so nice" His eyes are totally dilated in hunger as his hands grab my thighs, my breasts, my ass, my stomach and my hips.

"This is why all my girlfriends or hookups were always someone I wasn't that excited about, I never wanted to get tat into them or to ever love anyone else as I was already in love with another. They were mediocre fucks and that was about it. So I would pick people who were the complete opposite from you, people that were fine but wouldn't give me a hard on the second they bend over. Do you know I once almost came in my boxers when you bent over to get something from under the sofa and I saw your magnificent ass in some pink panties. Every single time I got a glimpse of your juicy thighs, your perfect voluptuous breasts and your gorgeous ass it would make me go crazy. When I put you in the bath that time I was rock hard, I had to leave or you would have noticed"

The way he talks is like he is in awe of me, with breathy groans as he digs his fingers in my chest and stomach. I must be looking sceptical because he adds more.

"If you don't believe me I will show you my porn history! Although I still have the videos of us and the infamous blow job video, I jerk off to that a lot. But I have a new one now and I know you look fucking amazing in it. I want one of your ass jiggling as I thrust into you, so good. I want to cum all over your perfect ass sweetheart. I love you and no one has ever turned me on like you, not even close" Jungkook growls in a depraved manner, biting into my stomach flesh and sucking on it, his hands haven't stopped squeezing and grabbing this whole time.

My whole body is on fire from his words and actions.

"I love you being chubby so much, I absolutely adore your amazing body and I imagined fucking through your perfect juicy thighs the other day as I tossed off to thoughts of you. I'm not ashamed to admit that chubby small girls do it for me. You were always curvy with those perfect plump cheeks and have always really turned me on. But as you put on weight I had a constant hard cock every single time I had your beautiful body against mine" Jungkook praised me with zero shame on his face as he sucked at my thighs with a feral sounding groan.

I'm totally shook as his hands work over my body like he wants to permanently dig his fingers into my fat.

His hands start playing with my lace panties, sliding his fingers under the waist and grabbing my flesh.

"Is this okay? Fuck, please let me. I want to see you properly and not hidden under blankets or skirts. I just know it's gonna look so exquisite, I have felt your chubby little pussy under my lips and hands and I just want to bite into your flesh and suck on it my perfect girl" He whines nibbling at the skin on my pelvis and licking at it.

"Jungkook! Ahh yes, please do it. I'm so turned on, I feel so needy I want you sooo much. I have been waiting so long to have you and I feel feral, I can't wait to feel your big fat cock inside me, Daddy" I moan teasing him as I squirm, he actually growls as he yanks my panties off, chucking them somewhere. Immediately spreading my legs with a long deep moan because of what he sees.

"Fucking hell! I knew it, it's absolute perfection. Look at your beautiful little chubby cunt, sooo good. And your little clit is so cute, hmm I just want to dig my teeth into your perfect plump little mound. I'm so fucking hard my pretty little angel, so turned on. I want to bury myself in you and never leave, wrapping my body around yours, my beautiful baby" Jungkook rasps looking up at me with eyes that almost look demonic where they are so dilated and dark, like onyx.

He glares up at me and spits all over my clit, rubbing it around, then repeating it with a moan. Jungkook pokes his tongue out really slowly, teasing me long enough to incite an impatient whine.

His tongue swipes through my folds, ass to mound really slowly making me buck my hips up with a loud drawn out moan. Jungkook repeats it, groaning, digging his fingers into my shaking thighs. I'm already close, where I've been edged for hours.

His whole mouth closes around my mound licking and sucking it, his teeth digging in softly. This turns me on, making me cry out in desperation, watching him with my needy pulsing clit threatening me with an otherworldly orgasm.

"Oh my fucking god! Jungkook I'm so close already, baby you. . . you turn me on so much. Please let me cum" I moan out in desperation, trying to keep my eyes on his, but it's hard to not cum from his intense eye contact alone.

As if to answer my prayers he darts his tongue out whilst still attached to my mound catching my clit with his tongue. Then he does it again, pressing it harder as his mouth moves down, sucking it in and assaulting it with his tongue.

Two fingers press in me making me arch and I officially snap wailing and rutting against his greedy mouth. I hear a growled out fuck as he starts sloppily lapping at me with a whine, his fingers still pressing into me.

I'm twitching from overstimulation and whining as he slows his fingers down pressing kisses against my sensitive clit, humming as he does.

His eyes are staring into mine with amusement, his chin, neck and mouth are all wet with my juices. Jungkook gently pulls his fingers out placing them in his mouth with a whiny groan.

A muffled fuck sounds out from him as I lay there feeling like I just descended into the sixth dimension. And I don't think I'm leaving anytime soon either.

"Damn princess, you just squirted all over my face, I'm so fucking hard right now" He smirks smugly at me leaning over to kiss me, covering my mouth in my release as he presses his to mine.

I can taste myself as he probes my mouth with his needy tongue, the kiss gets more passionate and needy as it goes as he fists my hair with a moan. His hard length is pressing against my thigh as he grinds it into me with a moan. Kneeling up he looks so sinful, I notice there is a dark wet patch on his black Calvin's and a huge tent poking out.

"Fuck me, Jungkook, I need it" I indecently moan, staring at him greedily and admiring how damn beautiful he is, his messy black hair, his piercing's, his pretty doe eyes, his tattoos, his broad shoulders with a tiny waist and his perfect abs, all beautiful. He smirks at me caressing my thighs.

"Yeah, you want my cock, baby?" Jungkook rasps at me, with a teasing expression on his face.

"Hell yes, please! I can't wait anymore, Jungkook” I whine, pouting at his teasing, making him chuckle and start pulling his boxers off.

His tattooed hand grips his veiny length and tugs lazily at it as his eyes roam over my body, his red tip glistening with precum in the led lights. Pointing it down he starts teasing me by rubbing it on and around my folds, which then turns into him just rutting through my folds, right through my lips with a shameless moan.

"God, let me film this please. Please princess, I just need a little video of my cock grinding through your plump little lips. It looks sooo perfect" Jungkook groans, sounding perverse as he carries on whilst staring down at my pussy like he has a fixation.

"Jungkook, ahhh just do it! Hurry, I'm so horny and needy for you" I pant breathlessly as his tip rubs past my clit, bumping on it repeatedly, he leans down grabbing his phone out of his trouser pocket and starts repeating the actions pointing his phone down as he does.

"I'm gonna jerk off to this so much, shit it looks so good. My pretty little pussy" He slurs out sounding drunk, rutting against me. He carries on for about another minute until I'm whining, lifting my hips and almost sobbing from pure need.

"Okay princess, shhh don't get upset. I'm going to make you feel so good now" Jungkook coos soothing me and turns his phone off, placing it on the bed. He spreads my legs and scoots up getting as near as possible.

"Ready sweetheart?" He asks, gripping his dick guiding it to my desperate folds and rubbing it to collect some juices before placing it at my entrance.

"Hmm, yes! Please put it in" I moan out feeling ravenous at this point.

As soon as he presses the tip into me with a grunt, I twist and spasm feeling so turned on, making him grab onto my thighs to keep me in place. He feels magnificent as he slowly fills me up with a groan, his eyes dilated and his mouth parted as he watches himself disappear into my willing pussy.

I gasp feeling blissful as he fills me to the brim, he feels so perfect as we join together with him trying to bottom out. He's going to have to push past my limits as soon as I've adjusted, I'm definitely gonna be sore tomorrow.

"Fuck yes, you feel like you were made for my cock, princess" He hisses as his length just pulses in me as he keeps still, making me squeeze him in response.

"Hmm you feel so good wrapped around me. Shit, I might just cum without moving, you feel heavenly and I've waited so damn long for this" Jungkook sensually rasps staring into my eyes with devotion and he greedily palms my thighs and hips, his hands roaming everywhere. 

"Please move, Jungkook. Baby please" I pant rolling my hips against him, moaning out and biting my lip as I devour him with my greedy eyes.

His sexy abs tense as I clench on him and grind against his hips, his tattooed hands squeeze me with a harsh hiss. Hmm he is absolute perfection.

"Shh baby, I got you, sweetheart" He cooed at me, comforting me and giving me an intense smouldering look.

He pulls out of me really slowly with a groan before snapping his hips back at me making me cry out and grip the sheets. Then he repeats it looking down as he slowly pulls out and then he looks up at my face when he thrusts into me bottoming out with a deep moan.

"Ahhh fuck! Oh damn. . b-big Jungkook, you feel so. . ahh perfect. Hmm yes" I whimper as he starts thrusting into me at a steady pace, cursing as his fingers dig into me. Every glide hits me perfectly, the angle he is in is slapping against my clit and thrusting against my g spot.

"Princess, you feel sooo fucking good. I've wanted you for so long. . so damn long. Pussy feels so exquisite wrapped around me" He pants picking up pace, all I can do is moan and wail as he's railing me with his huge cock.

"J-Jungkook, ahhh fuck" I cry out wantonly as he pulls one of my legs onto his shoulder, spearing into me with a long deep groan. His thumb presses into my clit making me squeeze him immediately, throwing my head back writhing.

"Come on sweetheart, drench my cock" He rasps sinfully as the loud slaps sound out into our bedroom.

His filthy words turn me on and I flutter around him whining, I'm so close. Not thirty seconds later I'm cumming and crying out as I try to squeeze my thighs together grinding against him, his thrusts don't stop, making me whimper pitifully.

"Good girl, covering me in your divine juices. That's it baby, I love you so much" Jungkook soothes gently, running his hand up my waist and massaging my breast as his pumps slow down as I ride out my orgasm.

His perfect mouth leaves sloppy kisses on my ankle, his divine tongue flattening against my skin with a groan. Suddenly he pulls out, manhandling me and placing me on my stomach, yanking my ass up and separating my thighs to get in between them.

"Oh god yes, I was right! Your juicy ass looks so damn magnificent bent over like this" He whines out in excitement, greedily grabbing my cheeks and pulling them apart, I hear him spit down between my cheeks with a muttered out cuss.

A sudden rough slap makes me cry out and squirm, he chuckles at me realising I liked it so he repeats it on the other cheek. I yelp when teeth harshly dig into my cheek, Jungkook animalistically growls against my skin making my pussy clench and I can't stop my body twisting in a strong squirm tensing my whole body.

"You like that, huh princess?" He groans against my skin, licking a soothing stripe across the bite on my skin, before sucking a harsh mark on my right buttock.

More spit lands between my butt landing on my puckered hole, a small moan falls out of my mouth as Jungkook literally worships my ass like it's precious. Hands and his mouth are on me like he's starving and can't help himself.

Another load of spit lands on my hole and I jump when a tongue swipes from my mound to my ass, oh shit this is new but so good.

A long loud ahhh bursts out of my mouth making Jungkook moan and probe at my hole with his tongue, his hands pulling my cheeks apart as far as they will go. It feels like he's actually making out with my asshole and really enjoying it too.

His tongue is lapping at it with a whiny groan, I squeak when his rough tongue penetrates it, pressing it in as far as he can go, his face squashed against my cheeks moaning out in a vulgar way.

Jungkook wriggles his face as he presses in a gentle rhythm, I feel one of his hands come around my thigh and underneath my stomach. He caresses my folds and starts firmly rubbing at them. This dual feeling is making me feel almost too much, he's so good at it too.

"Oh my god, ahhh that feels so fucking good! Sooo good, yes!" I give him a slutty sounding moan, I sound so desperate and needy.

Jungkook reacts by caressing my clit faster with a loud hum. It doesn't take me long to start grinding my ass against his face and whining at him with a sob, I fall spectacularly sounding like some fucking porn star as I writhe like some whore against his mouth, riding out my orgasm loudly.

I'm panting as I come down from an intense orgasm as he just keeps his hand against my folds pressing.

Jungkook suddenly kneels up abruptly slapping my ass and thrusting into my pussy with a growled out fuck yes. His thrusts are feral as he smashes his hips against my ass being really vocal.

"Damn baby, your ass jiggles so good. I'm fucking filming this, shit I have too it's too good. I want to remember it" Jungkook lewdly moans, I feel him lean over and grab his phone and moan as the light glows illuminating the bedroom. It brightens up the area as this room is only lit by the leds that frame the wall at the moment.

"Hell yes, ass is absolutely heavenly, so big and juicy. Bounces so fucking good, I love your ass, princess. Hmmm, my cock looks so big in your little cunt". Jungkook filthily praised, letting out a grunt slapping my ass cheeks again.

One of his hands is grabbing my hip as his hips smack against my ass so fast that I'm sobbing, he's pressing me into the bed and I can hear him panting.

"My pretty little baby, you look. . look so cute and tiny under. . underneath me. Hmm I love how small you look taking my dick, fuck yes!" Jungkook pants, slapping my ass again.

"I'm gonna cum all over your ass, it's gonna look so pretty" He whines just from the thought, still filming me.

He's absolutely railing me and I'm feeling like I'm going to orgasm again. My body keeps squirming as I whimper into the bed, I'm definitely going to feel this tomorrow. My thighs are shaking and I'm now squeezing him so hard that his thrusts are getting sloppy.

"Fuck, are you gonna cum again, baby? Little pussy is gripping me so hard, I'm sooo close. Shit!" Jungkook lewdly hums getting faster.

One more slap of my ass and the knot in my body snaps, I'm wailing so loud as I grind against him panting. Jungkook hisses and a long groan falls from his mouth.

"Damn! Oh yes, that's it orgasm all over my cock, so good princess"

He has now paused like he's relishing the feeling of me squeezing around him. Then he pulls out of me suddenly and I can feel him jerking off.

I feel his hot release spurting all over my cheeks and running down my butt too, his tip moving around making a mess of me as he whines, tugging at himself.

"So pretty, so fucking sexy for me, sweetheart. Good girl, so good for me. That looks so filthy, yes" Jungkook hisses rubbing his tip against my little puckered hole.

I'm panting into the sheets and twitching with extreme aftershocks still, I have truly been fucked into the sixth dimension. The light on the phone goes off so I assume he stopped filming us.

I always imagined that sex with Jungkook would feel good but this was euphoric and I kind of wish he had taken my first time as it was shitty and hurt me, where I was so tense and pushed myself into doing it. I can hear Jungkook panting and a hand is caressing the side of my hip.

"You okay, princess? I didn't actually hurt you did I?" He asks me, sounding gentle and sweet. His duality is so extreme, he’s gone from stern and dominant to sweet and worrying about me. His harsh vulgar filthy mouth suddenly turns to soft and caring.

"No babe, I'm still trying to come down from my high. I think you fucked me so good that I was in outer space, Kookie" I giggle at him with my head still laying on the sheets, I bet I look a sweaty mess.

“Think I was there with you, princess” He chuckles at me still sounding breathless, as his hand starts to caress my back now.

"Let me get something to clean you up" He moves away humming as he gives my ass a tender squeeze, wandering off. I hear water running, then footsteps as a wet flannel starts wiping my folds then all over my ass.

"That's better, my beautiful girl" Jungkook hums as he wipes then walks off to dispose of the flannel.

Then he wanders off coming back with a bottle of water for me which I guzzle down feeling out of breath still. Jungkook then picks me up to take me to the toilet first and brings me back, placing me on the bed with a huge grin on his lips. Jungkook jumps on the bed pulling me to him and into his arms, his soft lips pressing softly against mine.

"I love you so damn much, my pretty princess" He stares at me with those doe eyes full of stars, with that beautiful bunny smile.

"I love you too Kookie, I've always loved you" I tell him, gently pressing my lips to his.

"I will be standing next to you forever, my precious Princess" Jungkook sweetly grins and I smile, caressing his cheek.

"Forever bun" I reply feeling so happy as I stare into his eyes feeling euphoric and loved. Happiness fills me as I finally feel that I'm where I was always supposed to be.

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bts fic recommendations | 03.07.23

→ hi friends! this is a little segment i do every tuesday (reviewsday get it, aren’t i funny, pls tell me how funny i am) where i read and review two-three fics. as a content creator, i know how big of a role other creators play in your growth, therefore, i want to do my part in making sure everyone gets the recognition they deserve! so with that being said, please check out the amazing fics listed below. make sure to like, reblog, and leave feedback! ♡ #reviewsday #kikirecs

stardust - @euphoricfilter (jjk x reader | fluff, smut, f2l)

summary:  if jungkook would have known an unintentional orgasm would have led to this, then he would have begged you to work out with him sooner.

naur bby when i tell you i loved this from the first paragraph...

"If every living being’s foundation is made of stardust, scattered when born, then Jungkook thinks the two of you were made from the same star."

and the way you continued the analogy throughout was pure literature gold (or should i say diamond teehee). its stuff like this that i read and im like damn, the moots are really out here posting fics that could easily be published best sellers for fucking free!! how lucky are we!!!

OOF AND THE PILLOW PRINCESS COMMENT HAD ME LOOKING AROUND THE ROOM BLUSHING BC HOW DOES HE KNOW ME LIKE THAT I FELT CALLED OUT LMAO

and the whole workout scene hits even better after his workout live like i legit was able to visual everything... and sex in the mirror will never not be top tier :')

i love this jungkook dearly. this is how i imagine irl jk yk? just that hopeless romantic vibe, feeling that he has someone on this earth that is meant for him and he's meant for them. thats encapsulated so beautifully in this fic. such beautiful writing, thank you for blessing us with this fucking masterpiece!!

knee high socks - @minniesvenus (jjk x reader | smut, college au)

summary: after being obsessed with you and your knee high socks for forever, jungkook can't believe that you finally notice him.

okay so do you ever just hear a song or smell a smell that feels so incredibly nostalgic and fills your head with dreamy thoughts and stars and stuff... that's exactly how i felt while reading this! like i just kept thinking of the arctic monkeys song and the way you characterized jungkook's crush is just so authentic. its just that pure school crush feeling where you anticpate seeing this person and the more time you see them you pick up on little things and it makes you fall even deeper oof. there's just something so fimilair about the way you wrote this and it's probably one of the most realistic depictions i've seen of the natural progression of a crush like uGH THE FUCKING TALENT !!!

and it makes you root for him so much like i was internally cheering for him when she asked him to sit next to him. it was so fucking wholesome and sweet i screamed

and then shit got unwholesome real quick whew

her giving him praise actually made me so happy though! like you definitely inspired me to write more of that bc its so refreshing and cute!! and the smut was saur naughty but so sweet bc she was just guiding him through the motions and once again it just felt so natural which is no easy feet!! like you really hit the nail on the head with this one and it will be added to my comfort fic list asap!! so so so lovely!!

in the seom: love for dummies - @thvhoe (jjk x reader | smut, fluff, angst, fwb, college au, camping au)

summary: always the friend, never the girlfriend. jeon jungkook doesn't date. at least that's what he thought until he met you, a chemistry student who seemed to have it all—except for love. meeting at a mutual friends frat party, you hit it off right away. however, due to both of your stubbornness, it has never progressed beyond being friends with benefits. the annual camping trip with your friend group was supposed to be the turning point in your relationship with jungkook. but what happens when your best friend of 18 years unexpectedly comes back from busan and confesses to you, further complicating matters?

OoF WHAT A FUCKING OPENING SCENE LMAO!! i was horny from fucking JUMP!!! and kook juggling between pet names and not knowing what to call her made me giggle but always made me extremely soft like aw :') <3

and y/n really whipped that fuckboy into shape we love to see it!! he better buy gifts n work for the coochie!!! >:(

"Pookie🩶: Can't sleep. Send me a pic of your boobies?"

this had me cackling bc this behavior is saur... annoyingly endearing like he legit is a big baby and i love him lmao even though unholy he is extremely cute.

^y/n and i both having immaculate taste and listening to ditto

and i am so thankful things turned out well for this pairing. i felt so sad for him like ugh the protectiveness and worry over her. he was generally just so wholesome throughout this entire fic. def a fav protrayal of jungkook. thank you so much for sharing this beautiful peice with us my love!

[banghwa]

Hey Frances, I'm new in the fandom and I'm still grasping some aspects of the dynamics here. I've been wondering for some time if one of the things that makes hoseok less popular than the others is because he is more "out there" as in he has some characteristics that people usually judge and label as gay and he doesn't lean to the sexy side as some of the others do. It seems like the guys can be queer for their fanfictions, but if they actually do something that just seems queer all of the homophobes come out to say their piece. I'm saying this because I saw someone saying people were being homophobic towards hoseok today after the long haired pictures came out, and I wanted to know from someone who has been here longer if it's always been like this with him

hiiii my love yknow what this is actually such an interesting thing you point out. maybe its bcs i wasnt rly in the right circles, but i find the "woobification" of j-hope is a rly recent development. from when i first got onto bts around 2016-2017 to around 2020 a lot of the talk around hoseok was that he was the "token straight." he's always been talked about like he's some hard douche frat boy which is. i mean its ridiculous obviously but also this like. caricatural idea of hypermasculinity that i never rly saw him as embodying, treating him almost like a palette balancer to the overtly racist and homophobic hyperfeminisation of the "shippable members". which is weird for SOOO many reasons but especially bcs like i said. i dont think hoseok ever rly gave that vibe. they all sorta leaned a little more on the macho side around debut but even then hoseok was filming himself dancing to gg songs backstage at music shows. maybe its bcs he's always been seen as "over the top" and so it was a way to counter that part of his "persona" that ppl maybe didnt find hot. or maybe to justify their disinterest in him bcs they dont find him easy enough to engage with (re: members they can ship are more enticing). i dont know tho and thats what makes this shift in the j-hope popular narrative so bizarre to me. before he was the hypermasculine bordering on homophobic comic relief archetype. now he's the hyperfeminine sassy bitchy symbolically homophobic comic relief archetype. and thats exactly it too, i think it comes down to ppl being "allowed" to be gay or similarly (re)imagined for the sake of fanfiction but the moment one falls out of or too closely in line with what that ideal is they turn their backs on them. maybe more than the shift in how ppl see him is the underlying homophobia in that normalized "characterization" of bts, where echoing anti-queer talking points is funny and quirky bcs its on kpop twitter or wtv. like anyone who finds themselves capable of making a homophobic comment about his long hair in his teaser of all things has likely been waiting for the opportunity to do so. ultimately it probably has very little to do with hoseok himself and more with that person and the culture of parasociality some parts of the fandom have cultivated into something rly awful. imo.

[euphoricfilter]

What would bts be like as fratboys?? Confident, smooth, fun boyss. Shy nerd mc or hot sorority girl mc. Friends to fwb to lovers. Or enemies to lovers. I love the idea of this au. I just want to imagine the fun of partying, drugs, alcohol, and sex without consequences ugh. Frat houses/clubs gives an easy way for them to meet often at parties and have sex at the party (bathroom, outside, room). or hanging out together. why not in that order. It also allows for fun challenges so mc can have sex with multiple guys in the same fic ah omg. Like "record having sex with x ppl", "rank x ppl after having sex with them" in a fun, consensual way. I want to be friends with college bts :/ Have movie nights, going to mcdonalds at 3am and other 3am adventures, cuddling etc ahh

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oooh this could be fun

confident himbo frat boy! bts x maybe not virgin but very sexually shy m/c so the possibilities for smut are now endless because ~ kink exploration!

i had to look up what sorority meant but yes! just for the sake of the plot, yes she will be a sorority girl 😭

enemies to lovers could be so good if it’s written well because i’ve read some enemies to lovers and the second hand embarrassment i get from some of these people makes my skin crawl. even friends to fwb to lovers could be an interesting concept, watching the way emotions change from platonic to them being like oh… wait they gave me a boner

i would like to imagine parties without me having to actually go to them so this concept may just be perfect for me 😭

i think there would be a lot of sex in the bathroom, i know that’s kinda gross when you think about all the throw up and sex that already happens in those bathrooms but i think their go-to place would be the bathroom and i don’t have an explanation why

oooh maybe they get a little drunk —> have sex (maybe a little tipsy so we’re not doing anything icky and both parties can consent) —> realize that it’s more than physical attraction —> hang out (dates) and then relationship!

the jealous sex that would ensue if any of the boys found out that she was having sex with other men, maybe it— ew cant believe i’m gonna say this because i don’t usually read this trope— but maybe whoever she’s seeing has sex with another girl to try and make her jealous but maybe our m/c is so sexually liberated with her new found confidence she doesn’t really bat an eye. maybe it’s a ‘she fell first but he fell harder’ kinda thing

YES THE CHALLENGES maybe HOLF ON let’s just go all the way and say it’s ot7 x m/c. maybe one of them develops feeling for her first while the others are egging her on to do all this stupid shit like see how many people she can kiss within an hour or as you say record herself while she has sex with someone, maybe she even tries to do it with someone outside of the group but that’s the moment they all start to realize that maybe they want it to be them that she records herself with

cute movie nights :( they’d definitely let the m/c pick, maybe she picks something none of them like, idk pitch perfect or something, maybe even a disney movie but they all just sit with her to watch it just because they like to see her smile :( 3am drives in the summer :( maybe stopping at the beach :( oooh and then cuddling in the car on the way home while wrapped up in a towel :( with sea salt kisses and sandy skin

[sketchguk]

okay so this scene is when mc is with taehyung still . There's a party at bts' house and taehyung sends mc to get beers fir hum and his friends because they ran out . Mc goes downstairs and jungkook is in the kitchen. He tells her they ran out of beer haha but then he makes random conversation and taehyung comes down saying " what's taking you so long" MC finds his tone annoying but jungkook responds before her and tells taehyung that he should come by himself then 😭 Mc says the same thing and taehyung would say that mc was the one that "wanted some air" and if she keeps wanting that then maybe she shouldn't come to parties?! So mc gets annoyed and says she's leaving lol. And jungkook will be like " are you not walking her home???" But taehyung will be like " it's just a 10 minute walk" and go back to the party lol. And mc will say she'll hang out with her friends for a while and then leave. But she leaves almost immediately because she's upset lol. When Jungkook can't find her anywhere, he'll run to catch up with her and he'll tell her that she shouldn't walk alone at night . Mc would be so surprised that he came for her and she'll be a little less upset 😭 1/2

2/2 I know I told you something about their first kiss after they start hanging out , but I think I found a sweeter idea! So one day jungkook is walking her hohe as usual and a drunk frat dude starts talking shit ! So mc punches him 😭😭 the frat guy gets mad and takes hold of MCs blouse and it rips a little. Junglook who was very calm and trying to diffuse the situation, gets soo mad when he hears the little rip that he'll throw a punch too and leave the guy with a blue eye 😤 but he'll get punched too just a little They get to mcs home and she'll be pressing cold pack to his face and he'll be saying things like " I shouldn't have been quiet in the beginning 😞" and he'll see her blouse and be like " such a pretty blouse too. I'll get you another one" and then he'll fix her necklace too and mc will be like " are you going to get me a new necklace too?" And he'll say " I'll get you anything you want" and then they kiss 😔💘😔💘 Mc has never been kissed before like jungkook kisses her. She thinks about it sooooooooo many days later too and she keeps wondering if she should be brave and take a leap of faith with him! Sorry I know these canons don't really seem interesting but I just wanted to share 😭😭 also in my mind, this mc is the same as ravenclaw mc. Just a different universe. Ravenclaw mc is my favorite fictional gf everrrrrrr. So everytime I think of a fic, she's who I picture 🥹🥹

Why is Taehyung so cruel?? 😭😭 A lady should never get her own drink, let alone drinks for a guy and his friends 😠 Jungkook defending mc as he SHOULD! My jaw actually dropped at Taehyung's response. She should have thrown a drink at him LOL, that's an appropriate reaction. But maybe she's more classy than me. Why does Taehyung just get worse and worse 💔 he deserves 0 rights. Once again, Jungkook best boy <3

omg as for the first kiss, I can't believe mc PUNCHES A GUY !!!! That's the violence I wanna see :') jk jk. Jungkook being mad is soo hot <3 The only person who should be allowed to rip her clothes (with consent) is Jungkook himself !! I can imagine sweet ole soccer player Jungkook pressing a bag of frozen peas to his face aha

I'm giggling like a school girl with a crush for the very first time. Jungkook telling her he'd get her anything he wants !!!!!!! S tier trope !!!!!

Does Jungkook or mc end up confessing first?? What's Jungkook even waiting for?? He needs to go get his girl !

I love your head canons !!! This au keeps me going :') And what do you mean ravenclaw mc is your favorite fictional gf !!! *head in hands* screaming crying throwing up :-(( Thank yew so so much for loving her 💘 I can't believe the mc I've fleshed out the most is one who lives in the drafts 😭

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Pink Lemonade | ksj

 ❃ Festivaled Away: Hot Boy Summer hosted by @bangtanbathhouse  ⤞ ticket: road trip  ⤞ main event: cherry

pairing — seokjin x black fem oc summary — Dahlia and Seokjin would agree that hot tubs are the best places to have heart to heart conversations. Also appropriate for mild flirting. genre — fluff, road trip au, preppy boys au, frat boy au, college au rating — sfw word count — 2.4k warnings — alcohol intake, virginity talk, getting drunk, preppy Seokjin and all the douchebaggery that entails, implied sex while drunk. author's note — thank you Dee (@sugakookitty), for letting me use your name, baby. I love you <3

“Snacks?”

“Check,”

“Playlist?”

“Check,”

“Offline map directions on Google?”

“Hoseok, I drive to my parent’s beach house at least four times a year, we don’t need a map,”

“What if we get lost, or we have to take a detour?”

I wanted to keep the eye rolls to a minimum on this trip, but it was hard to pay attention to anything else besides the two boys arguing in the front seat.

“What about gas, water, first aid kit and things like that?” I whispered to Dee. She was the only one in this car I truly knew, being my roommate since freshman year. I also knew Hoseok a little, her on-and-off boyfriend for the last few months.

“They’re frat boys, Dahlia, do you think they care about safety and practicality?” she whispered back.

“Fabulous,” I muttered and she chuckled.

“Don’t worry, ladies, everything is under control,” Seokjin turned to smile at us. “We’ll arrive safely, I know that’s important for the both of you,”

Seokjin.

His hair was draped across his forehead, his flawless skin was glowing, and those plump lips… What a smile. I inhaled a little too loud for my liking, and his perfume was so good it was going to make me dizzy. His eyes landed on me for a second before he winked. Fuck.

Seokjin.

Never in a million years I would’ve imagined sitting in the backseat of Seokjin’s car. We only saw each other once before today and I’m already weak in the knees. Stupid crush on frat boys, never imagined I would be a cliché.

“The drive is about four hours long, depending on traffic in New York, so we’ll have a couple of breaks,” Hoseok informed, looking at his phone. I didn’t pay attention to where the Google Maps argument landed, so Hoseok won, I guess.

“Dahlia, do you have your seatbelt on?” Seokjin asked, but Hoseok answered before I could get my mouth open.

“Yes, goody-goody is good to go,” he chuckled and I saw Dee roll her eyes, yet I knew her silly smile wouldn’t leave her face.

“Ignore him,” she whispered to me.

“Don’t have to say it twice,”

The drive started smoothly, and apparently it wasn’t going to be as awful as I’d expected. Hoseok and Seokjin started swapping what they called ‘war stories’, counting how many private schools they were kicked out of, and to my surprise I started giggling. 

Irresponsible boys driving the car, and I was giggling in the backseat. It was going great even when they started karaoke hour. Hoseok and Dee sang Endless Love, as one does, and Seokjin wiggled his eyebrows at me through the rear-view mirror. My guard was down and laughing with strangers never felt so great, until Seokjin asked me to sing along as well. 

“Thanks, but no, thanks,” 

“Why don’t you want to sing to Mariah Carey? Everyone else is embarrassing themselves,” Seokjin said, and I tried to hide what his luscious voice did to my psyche. “You saw these two off-key, there’s no way you’re worse than them,” 

There was no way I was going to embarrass myself in this car. Why was I acting like this just because he addressed me directly? 

“Jin, leave her alone. She’s shy,” Dee chimed in, rubbing my arm to soothe me a little “cut her some slack,”

“Is she blushing?” Seokjin asked as his teasing continued, and Hoseok turned to look so fast I thought the car would jolt.

“Yea- OW!” he screamed. “Jeez, baby, be careful with the nails when you pinch me!”

“I guess I’ll just serenade you, then,” he winked at me and I had to remind him to keep his eyes on the road. “So tense…”

The trip ended, and if I didn’t know how rich Seokjin was, I definitely knew now. He parked the car on a circular driveway, those ones that have fountains with Greek statues on it, in front of a three story house. It was all gray stoned with pillars and everything.

“Remember spring break freshman year?” Hoseok asked Seokjin, and he placed a hand to his heart as the memories hit. “We sneaked in here, and we brought some seniors. Made our Alpha Kappa initiation much easier.” Hoseok explained.

“Networking is everything” Seokjin said before fist bumping his friend. “Let me give the ladies a tour,”

The house was big enough to accommodate a sleepover of 200 people. The second and third floor had eight bedrooms and six bathrooms each. The first floor was the ‘party floor’ as Hoseok put it, with three game rooms, a library, and a movie room, plus kitchen, dining room and two offices. The basement used to be the family’s art collection storage room, but it was remodeled to be a wine cellar.

The outside area was even more impressive. The pool was massive, right next to a firepit that fit sixteen seated guests. They also had a pool house. “It would be just stupid to not have one,” said Hoseok, as he showed the barbecue area. 

“Mother wanted to have a greenhouse too, but we’re not here often enough to be viable,” Seokjin explained and chuckled at my dumbfounded expression.

“Of course not, that would be so ludicrous,” I said, pointedly looking at the gigantic house.

But none of that would be more impressive than the beach land they had all to themselves. The white sand stretched wide, no other house in sight in either direction. It was so peaceful and quiet, it looked like a private island.

“I’m feeling like a peasant,” Dee said and I had to agree.

“My baby Dee can only be the most beautiful princess,” Hoseok took her hand and kissed her knuckles. She cooed, and I could see the glint in her eyes.

“Barf,” I said and Seokjin joined in with gagging noises.

“We’re going for a walk,” Hoseok said as he interlaced their fingers, “Don’t do anything we wouldn’t,” 

“That’s impossible since you two are capable of anything,” Seokjin joked, but they were already running towards the water.

“Kids,” I said, hearing their giggles from afar.

“They grow up so fast,” he added, tenderly.

I continued to watch Dee and Hoseok, something to do instead of focusing on this weird one sided tension I felt towards Seokjin. I could feel his eyes on my face, and I had to remind myself to breathe in regular paces. Just breathe in and out like a normal human being.

“So,” he started, his voice deeper all of a sudden.

“So,” I answered without looking at him.

“Big house, huh?”

“Playing hide and seek must be a thrill,” I successfully managed to look back at the house without looking at his beautiful, gorgeous, perfect face.

“Are you nervous to be here?” he asked suddenly, and I couldn’t help but look at him.

“A little,” I answered, shrugging. “We don’t really know each other, so I don’t know how to behave,”

“Behave? The best part of being 21 is that you don’t have to behave,” he said, flashing the most gorgeous smile. I snorted. “Look, we don’t know each other, and I’d like to rectify this mistake. So I’ll go make us some drinks while you change into a swimsuit. We’ll meet at the hot tub. Deal?” He asked, smiling more softly this time, no teasing here. I sighed and nodded.

Pink bikini on, braids carefully up in a ponytail and an unsettling number of butterflies on my stomach. This wasn’t a regular social gathering where I could just blend in the background and only talk to the people I knew.

The whole point was to get to know him, so I had to square up my shoulders and march out of my room. I would get lost in those eyes and lips the whole night, and alcohol would not help my case, but I would cross that bridge when I’d get to it.

The old wood staircase would surely announce my arrival, but he wasn’t in the tub yet. He left a pitch of a pink drink, and two filled glasses.

Get comfortable, I’ll be right back, said the note he left on the tray.

I got in immediately, grateful that my body would be submerged in water. The water was nice, just warm enough to contrast with the breeze of the beach. The sun had just set over the horizon, and the clouds were a beautiful shade of purple. I relaxed even more and let my head rest at the top of the back cushion, closing my eyes. The water started to bubble at a faster pace, relaxing my back muscles. It felt so good, I didn’t have time to suppress the moan that escaped my lips.

“Feels good, huh?” 

I screamed and jolted upwards, meeting Seokjin’s eyes just before he started laughing. “I’m- I’m sorry,” he said in between breaths. “I didn’t mean to startle you, I swear.”

“Whatever,” I muttered, trying to control my heart a little. I crossed my arms and waited for him to stop laughing.

“Oh man, that was priceless!”

“I thought it wasn’t on purpose!” I accused, my eyes closing to slits.

“It wasn’t! But it was funny anyway. You looked so relaxed, and then…” another giggle, “Again, I’m sorry.” He flashed me an angelic smile, and I rolled my eyes. 

He stepped into the tub, taking his shirt off in the process. The only light was coming from the hot tub, but it was lit enough that I could perfectly see his slightly defined abs, with body proportions that would make a model cry in a corner. His shoulders were broad, and his biceps were muscular. He obviously lifted weights, but just enough to look like a sinful angel. I diverted my eyes just before he could catch me staring, grabbing my glass and taking a sip. 

“Pink looks great on you, if I may be so bold,” 

“Thank you,” I said, looking too intensely at my drink, “The drink is great, by the way,”

“Thanks, it’s pink lemonade with rum,” 

“Oh, that’s nice,” I said, finally looking at him. We just nodded, not really having anything to say. For a few seconds all we could hear were the sounds of the waves and the bubbling water of the tub.

He took a deep breath, looking forward again. He was a bit uncomfortable, his shoulders hunched over slightly, his left hand slapping his knee underwater. But his face didn’t show any of that. His side profile was perfect. Perfect nose and chin, skin faintly pink due to the heat of the water. His plump lips…

“This sucks!” he said, frowning at me, “We need a laugh or the crickets are going to take over this conversation,”

“Okay… but my jokes are only the pathetic knock knock kind,”

He stared into my eyes, his face in concentration. His expression changed so suddenly I could see the light bulb turning on in his mind.

“One time at a party, I was kind of drunk,” he started, “Okay, a lot drunk, so I ended up hugging my girlfriend at the time and making out with her neck instead of her lips, in front of everyone, might I add,”

“Oh, God,” I whispered, engrossed in his story.

“Then I heard some screams, right? When I lifted my head from her neck, it wasn’t actually my girlfriend, it was her sister,”

“NO!”

“Yes!” he laughed at my interruption “My girlfriend was the one screaming. At me, actually. Isn’t that funny?” he asked as he doubled over laughing.

“If by ‘funny’ you mean insane, then yes,”

Through the course of the night, our drinks never managed to see the bottom of the cup, yet somehow the jar was now empty. Giggling like teenagers, we got to mock his ridiculously big house, way too big for a family of five. We also swapped embarrassing stories, like Seokjin walking straight into a glass door in front of his crush when he was 13, and my bikini strap untying in public at age 16.

The laughing didn’t stop when Dee and Hoseok came home about two hours later, both slightly drunk, rushing towards their bedroom. “Use a condom!” Jin shouted before laughing more. Even while drunk, the whole time I was hyper aware of how much I liked it when he’d touch me, and how much I wanted to touch him all over.

I wasn’t so slow as to not flirt with him, I could always blame alcohol if it didn’t work out. So I made sure to touch his arm every now and then, and made my breasts the focal point by adjusting the fabric. Each time, he’d scratch the back of his neck, so I couldn’t be sure if I was succeeding.

“So my last relationship was even shorter than that,” I continued my failed romance stories as he drank the very last drop in his cup. I finished mine a couple of minutes earlier. “Just three months total. He was just so full of himself, I was actually surprised it didn’t kick him out sooner,”

“Was he any good in bed at least?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows, and I snorted.

“I wouldn’t know,” I shrugged, avoiding his confused eyes. My deep breath followed by my silence clued him in.

“Oh…”

“Yeah…”

“Can I ask why you didn’t know?”

“I just never liked them enough, you know? Didn’t really have that desire for any of them.”

“Did you have the desire for anyone that you didn’t date?” he pressed.

“I do, actually,” I answered, my voice just above a whisper. Thank God for alcohol and its confidence boosting effects. I was brave enough to look him in the eyes this time.

“Oh?” His confused expression was back, but that dissipated the moment I licked my lips. “Well, good for you, then,” he whispered before leaning forward.

“I would say so,” I whispered back, linking my lips to his.

It felt as soft as I’d imagined. The taste of the rum was thick on his tongue, but that only boosted my confidence further as my hands pulled his hair, moving him closer to me. His arm hugged my waist, while his hand was secure at my thigh. He bit my lip softly, and I moaned involuntarily. He broke the kiss a little too soon for my liking, but we were out of breath. 

“Should I make another pitch?” he asked, looking at the empty jar behind us.

“What if we skip the drinks and go do something else?”

[kuuipobangtan]

We don’t talk about Frat Boy Yoongi enough. Periodt.

[latetaektalk]

love to hate you | jjk [i]

“when obnoxiously rich and spoiled frat boy jeon jungkook comes up to you one day and asks you to fake date him for money, you definitely should have said no. because before you knew it, you were going on insta dates with him and having lunch with his equally obnoxiously rich and spoiled friends.”

— genre: sexual themes, angst, fluff, fratboy! AU, fake dating! AU, college! AU, rich kid! AU, enemies to lovers! AU

— pairing: jungkook x female reader

— word count: 11.996 (im sorry!)

— warnings: swearing, banter

— playlist: to be added

— a/n: the first (actual) chapter of my new series! im excited and i hope you guys are also! there is a prologue to this chapter and i highly recommend reading it! it will pay off in the end, i promise!! also, this is inspired by To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before by Jenny Han!

You had a college bucket list.

You had started it at the beginning of your college career and the things you had put on the list ranged from ‘Sit in on a Hoseok’s international relations class to see if it’s really that bad’ (He was right for once. He returned the favour by attending your philosophy class with you.) to ‘Go to philosophy class hungover’ (One of your worst ideas because you thought your skull was going to split open by the end of it, but strengthened your friendship with Chaeyoung, so no regrets). Never would you have thought that you could put and cross off ‘Hitching a ride with Jeon Jungkook because Jimin is drunk and refused to get into the uber’ and ‘Waking up in the back of Jeon Jungkook’s car after you fell asleep’ on your list though.

“You up?”

You hadn’t even opened your eyes yet, but, of course, he knew. You could practically hear the smile in his question and if you could have, you would have rolled your eyes at him.

“Mh,” you grunted and blinked a couple times, trying to get used to the darkness. As you straightened up and attempted to process everything, your brain recalling the past hours, incoherent curses escaped you.

You cringed when you remembered Jimin calling you drunk out of his mind in the middle of the night, begging you to come pick him up, when you remembered him refusing to get into the uber, suddenly cemented to the sidewalk, when remembered how Jeon Jungkook had approached you and offered you his help.

And you almost groaned when you remembered why you had taken his help, when you remembered whose fault all of this was.

Park Jimin’s.

When you turned your head to curse at him because, God, he deserved it, you were more than alarmed to discover that there was no passed out Jimin sitting by your side anymore.

You paused to think to yourself. For a second, you asked yourself if you had maybe imagined everything, if you hadn’t strapped him into the back of Jeon Jungkook’s car before passing out yourself, if-

“I took him home,” Jeon Jungkook interjected like he had heard the wheels turning in your mind and decided to stop you from questioning your own sanity. “Don’t worry. He’s fine.”

You stayed silent, didn’t turn to look at him. You couldn’t quite explain it, but somehow you couldn’t. Just something about sitting in the back of his car made you a little more… tongue tied than usual.

“I was gonna wake you,” Jeon Jungkook started. “But I was scared you were going to scream at me or, you know, tell me to take it back or something,” your gaze shot to him and a scowl etched into your features when you saw the corners of his lips pull up, “so I figured I’d let you sleep.”

You continued staring at Jeon Jungkook and desperately tried to come up with something to say, a clever retort, but, again, just something about sitting in the back of his car made you more tongue tied than usual.

It was all just too private, intimate.

“Did you sleep well?”

You stayed silent because you didn’t like the answer. You had, but you weren’t telling him that. For that, his ego was already huge enough.

To your surprise, Jeon Jungkook didn’t push for an answer from you though. In fact, for a while, neither you nor he said something. And you crinkled your nose when you realised something:

You hated the silence.

You didn’t think you would because you also hated talking to Jeon Jungkok, but something about just sitting there, listening to your own breath, was so much worse, made your skin crawl and your tongue dig uncomfortably into your cheek.

But Jeon Jungkook seemed unbothered as ever, a small smile plastered on his lips. He looked infuriatingly satisfied with himself, so incredibly satisfied, and you couldn’t understand how the tension wasn’t getting to him.

Never would you have thought that you would be the one to break the silence and strike up a conversation with Jeon Jungkook, but here you were, forcing yourself to say something,

“Where,” you cleared your throat when your voice was all croaky, “where are we going?”

“She speaks!” Jeon Jungkook gasped and you scowled and gritted your teeth when you saw the faux shock etched into his features in the rearview mirror. He laughed. “I’m just joking.”

He followed up his words with a wink and instantly, you cringed and retched. Instead of being offended by your reaction though, Jeon Jungkook let out another laugh, loud and jarring.

“Not a fan of winks, huh?” he asked and you wanted to wipe away that grin on his lips. How could he still be grinning like that? Just the thought of grinning as much as him had your cheeks hurting.

“No,” you pressed and straightened up. “I’m just not a fan of you.”

To your dismay, Jeon Jungkook only chuckled, and you had to ignore the twitching in your hands, had to stop yourself from reaching over to him and forcing the corners of his mouth downwards.

“Right, you absolutely love me, don’t you?”

“So much,” you drawled with a tense smile and you bit on your tongue when your words only elicited another chuckle from Jeon Jungkook.

“You wanna get out then?”

If there was one thing you knew for sure you were never going to do, then it was walking around on your own in the middle of the night, and you were especially not going to do that if you didn’t even know the neighbourhood you were in right now. So, the answer was clearly no, without a doubt, but for some reason,

“Sure.”

Someone should slap some sense into you, yell at you because obviously, your pride and ego had grown too big as well, so big that you would risk your own safety.

Jeon Jungkook cocked a brow at you, challenge glinting in his eyes, and when he started to slow down, you could feel your heart skip several beats.

He was taking your words seriously.

You knew exactly what he was doing, knew exactly he was offering you a chance to take back your words, swallow your pride and ego and tell him that you wouldn’t rather get out, but your tongue was tied into a terrible knot.

When Jeon Jungkook stopped at a red light, you could feel your heart sink into your gut. Anxiety and panic was starting to rise in and staring into his eyes the entire time didn’t help. When a gust of wind hit you—the window was still open from when you had rolled it down—you had to suppress the shiver.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the red light turn green, but Jeon Jungkook didn’t move. The click of your seatbelt, when you unbuckled it, was far too loud and you cringed at the sound. Jeon Jungkook tilted his head to the side and watched your every move.

You held his gaze, held it even as the urge to look away grew impossibly big. Your seatbelt slipped out of your fingers, but before it could completely snap back, Jeon Jungkook sighed. He hit the gas pedal again and without a word, you strapped yourself in again.

Even though it was him that had given up at the end, relented, it was you who had lost. Because both of you knew deep down that you hadn’t wanted to get out. Jeon Jungkook had just been the bigger person.

The thought stayed in your mind until you realised that you still had yet to get an answer from him to your previous question. If you felt tongue tied before, someone must have cut it out now because words wouldn’t even come close to forming.

“I don’t know.”

You snapped your gaze to Jeon Jungkook and blinked at him, confused. Had you maybe spoken?

“I don’t know where we’re going,” he added and gave you a short look before focusing back on the road. Not that it was necessary, considering that you had seen only one car drive past you since you had woken up.

“I’m just kinda driving around,” Jeon Jungkook admitted.

You let the words sink into the air, not because you wanted to, but because it took you this long to manage to croak out, “Why?”

A smile found Jeon Jungkook’s lips, but unlike the previous ones, you didn’t feel the urge to wipe it away, didn’t feel any irritation build up inside at you at the sight of it. No, it had your heart slowing down and you holding your breath because something was coming, you knew it, felt it, saw it in his smile.

“You looked tired.”

You needed a moment to wrap your mind around Jeon Jungkook’s words, understand them and when you did, you thought you had misheard. You blinked at him and waited for him to smirk, shake his head and tell you the real reason, but he simply looked at you with sincerity in his eyes.

Flustered and confused, you tore your gaze away, and even though you were no longer looking at Jeon Jungkook, you could feel the tension rising and crushing your lungs.

You snapped out of your thoughts and eyed him when he started fumbling all of a sudden. You were sitting at a red light, and you furrowed your brows when he proceeded to shift in his seat and pull out his phone.

“Here,” he said and offered his phone to you. You stared at it before shifting your gaze to him. At your silence and reluctance to take it, he sighed and turned around, took your hand and shoved his phone into it.

“What-”

“I doubt you’d want to drive around any longer, do you?” Jeon Jungkook interrupted and turned back around when the light turned green. “I suck with streets, so unless you don’t mind getting lost every two minutes and navigating me through the city, you better type your address into Google Maps.”

“Uh,” you started and looked at his phone in your hand before turning to him. “You, uh, don’t have to drive me home. You can just drop me off at the next bus-”

“What? No- absolutely not!” Jeon Jungkook cut in and sent you a quick look. “Are you insane? It’s like three in the morning right now. No way you’re getting out-”

“Didn’t you just almost let me get out of your car?”

“Yes, almost,” Jeon Jungkook said and turned around when he stopped at a red light again, levelling you with such a serious gaze, you were more than taken aback. “It was a joke and I hope you know that. I would have never ever let you actually get out of the car. It’s not safe.”

Surprised by the genuine concern Jeon Jungkook showed for you and the seriousness of his tone, you grew silent. Somehow, you didn’t think he would care much, care that much about you.

And so, your voice was coming from the back of your throat, when you mustered up enough of it to say something, “You sure?”

“Yes, of course, I’m taking you home,” Jeon Jungkook said with no hesitation and you opened and closed your mouth a few times before pressing your lips together.

“Okay.”

You looked down at the phone in your hand. You would have said something any other time because it was the newest and most expensive model because of course, it was, but you swallowed the words.

Still somewhat hesitant, you carefully turned it on. You squinted, the screen far too bright. When your eyes got used to it though, you blinked a couple times when you saw his lockscreen. You weren’t sure what you imagined it to be—maybe a picture of him leaned against the hood of his car or something else incredibly obnoxious—but certainly not this:

Jimin, Kim Taehyung and three other guys you didn’t recognise but had seen around before sitting around a table with Jeon Jungkook in the middle and beaming into the camera—the picture clearly taken after they had finished dinner. And judging from the cake, it had been his birthday, his 21st to be exact if the frosting wasn’t wrong.

Maybe it was because you hadn’t pegged Jeon Jungkook to be someone to sit down and have a proper dinner with his friends, no less on his birthday, but you were shocked. Not to mention, celebrate with so few people. There seemed to be oddly few people for someone as popular as-

“090520.”

Shit, you had been staring.

“What?”

“It’s 090520,” Jeon Jungkook repeated and you blinked at him, the heat crawling to the tips of your ears “The code. It’s 090520.”

“Oh,” you started, the realisation dawning on you that Jeon Jungkook thought you had stared because you didn’t know that code to his phone, not because you were surprised by his lockscreen. “Yeah, right, uh, thanks.”

You shook your head and typed in the code. You were just going to look for Google Maps, but right away, you forgot about that when you saw his wallpaper. If you thought that his lockscreen was surprising, then his wallpaper was unbelievable, so much so you wanted to take out your phone and take a picture, just to be sure you weren’t imagining this.

Because Jeon Jungkook, obnoxiously rich and spoiled frat boy, had a family photo as his wallpaper. There he was, standing behind his parents with his brother by his side, grinning from ear to ear in a perfectly tailored suit. The fact that all of his apps were organised in a way that they wouldn’t cover any of the faces only added to your astonishment.

So, when you handed him his phone back, and looked at him, you wondered if there might be something more to Jeon Jungkook.

The apology came in the form of your favourite chocolate chip cookies from your favourite family owned bakery Seo’s Bakery across town, in the form of a pout and puppy eyes, in the form of a series of ‘I’m sorry.’ and ‘Please forgive me.’.

And you accepted.

“You went to Seo’s?” Jisoo gasped when she approached you two and saw the paper bag. She plopped down in the seat next to Jimin, startling him, but she barely paid him any attention, her gaze zeroed in on the paper bag with Seo’s Bakery written across it.

Jisoo reached for your cookies, but before she could come too close to them, you slapped her hand away and took the paper bag off the table, pressing it close to your chest.

“Ow, what-”

“What do you think you’re doing?” you asked with a scowl and scrutinised Jisoo with a glare. She looked at you with a pout, a pout that was meant to make you relent and give up one of your chocolate chip cookies, but for that you loved them too much, especially the ones from Seo’s Bakery.

“God, I forgot how protective you can get about your stupid cookies,” Jisoo mumbled before unzipping her bag to take out her infamous purple grape shaped lunch box.

You offered her a sickeningly sweet smile and it only widened when she rolled her eyes at you. And it widened some more when you peeked at Jimin. With his eyes closed, he was nursing his cup of coffee, letting out a sigh after every sip.

Jisoo and you locked at each other and the corners of her lips curled up like yours. “Right, Jimin,” she started and placed her hand on his shoulder. “How are you doing? One too many drinks, huh? ”

Jimin’s eyes flew open. “You told Ji?”

Jisoo cackled and grinned at him, elbow nudging him as she nodded. “Yeah, she texted me.”

“Why?” Jimin whined and instantly regretted speaking. He grimaced at his own volume and touched his temple, a groan slipping.

“You wouldn’t get into the uber,” you said with a shrug, eating your cookies. “What else was I supposed to do? I had to get home somehow.”

“Well- I was drunk. I don’t remember-”

“And? Still happened,” you snorted and earned yourself a muffled grumble from Jimin.

“I don’t know why you’re so embarrassed,” Jisoo laughed and poked his cheek before grabbing her apple and polishing it on her shirt. “You’re the wild one out of us anyway. Not a surprise to hear you get shitfaced.”

“It’s-” Jimin stopped himself and just dismissed Jisoo with a flick of his wrist. “It’s embarrassing, but you won’t get it.”

Jisoo rolled her eyes at him and bit into her apple. “Sure, whatever,” she said and chewed and swallowed before pointing at you. ”How’d you get home by the way?”

“I thought you just said that you drove us?” Jimin asked with a furrow of his brows.

“What? No,” Jisoo shook her head, “Y/N asked if I could drive her, but she said she had figured it out before I could respond.”

It took Jimin a second, but then he did the most dramatic turn ever, eyes locking with yours and you clammed your mouth shut.

“How’d we get home?” he asked and his headache seemed to have disappeared completely now. You had to repress a groan, the memory of how you had gotten home making you cringe.

“Car,” you said with a dismissive gesture and pretended to look for something in your paper bag, shaking it around like you had dropped something into it, like it wasn’t just filled with chocolate chip cookies.

“Yeah, obviously,” Jimin said and you grimaced when Jisoo gasped next to him, her finger pointed right at you.

“She’s got a secret,” she whispered and placed her apple back into her lunch box.

“You guys want a cookie?” you asked and looked up with a smile, praying internally that neither Jimin nor Jisoo would notice your attempt of changing the topic, the prospect of getting a cookie maybe enough to distract them. (It wasn’t.)

“No, we don’t .Thank you,” Jisoo smiled and leaned forward, eyes zeroed in on you.

“You sure?” you asked through a fake smile and pulled out a cookie, holding it right in front of her, tempting her.

“Yes, Y/N, we’re sure. Now answer the question,” Jimin urged and pulled your hand away, dismissing your cookie just like that. You shoved it back into the paper bag and let a few beats pass.

“One of your friends drove us.”

Jimin and Jisoo exchanged a glance and you looked off to the side when they narrowed their eyes at you.

“Who exactly?”

You scrunched up your nose at Jimin’s question, but your reluctance to answer didn’t make him nor Jisoo drop the topic. No, it made them even more curious.

You cursed your past self and looked between Jimin and Jisoo, more than displeased to see the sparkle glinting in their eyes. They weren’t going to let you off the hook, so much was for sure. With a heavy sigh, you relented,

“Jeon Jungkook.”

Jimin’s eyes grew big. “What?”

“Shut the fuck up, Y/N!” Jisoo gasped with a laugh. “You did not get into Jungkook’s car.” You cringed. “I thought you hated him-”

“And I do!” you interjected. Your paper bag landed in front of Jisoo when you threw it down to gesture wildly around yourself. “Just because I got into Jeon’s car, it doesn’t mean that I don’t hate him. If it hadn’t been for Jimin, I wouldn’t have even considered it.”

Jisoo’s grin widened and you knew exactly what she was saying with it. Not wanting to look at her any longer, you turned to Jimin, but he had an even bigger grin on his lips.

“Fucking stop looking at me like that,” you said with narrowed eyes and pointed a finger at both of them. “It’s creepy.”

“You got into Kook’s car,” Jimin giggled and exchanged another glance with Jisoo. “You-”

“No, don’t!” you said through gritted teeth. “Don’t spin this into something that it isn’t. I only got into his car because you,” you jabbed your finger into his chest and pushed him away, “wouldn’t get up. Because you were drunk out of your mind. Because you were about to pass out on the sidewalk.

“It’s all your fault.”

Jimin and Jisoo paused at your words before turning to one another. You could practically see and hear the silent conversation between them and before you could tell them not to do this, to take you seriously and not make this a bigger deal than this was, Jimin turned to you again, mischief glinting in his eyes.

“I’m sure I’m the only reason why you got into Kook’s car.”

“Yes, you are!” you insisted a little too loudly, making people turn your way, but you were far too busy with convincing Jimin and Jisoo that you weren’t into Jeon Jungkook to be embarrassed. “I can’t believe you two would even think that I’m into that arrogant ass. Did I tell you that he asked me if I knew who he was?”

You looked between Jimin and Jisoo, but you didn’t give either a chance to respond.

“Can you believe? He seriously looked at me with a straight face and said ‘You know who I am, right?’,” you said and huffed at the memory alone, feeling the same kind of irritation you had felt before bubble up in you.

“For real?” Jimin asked and you nodded with curses sitting on the tip of your tongue. He shared another look with Jisoo before turning to you again, the corners of his lips curling up in a way you hadn’t wanted and expected them to.

“So, you not only got into Kook’s car, but you also actually talked to him?”

You sputtered.

“Wow, Y/N, I think this might be love,” Jisoo gasped and flashed you the most obnoxious smile possible.

“Right, yeah, we also definitely don’t think that your entire ‘I hate their guts.’ and ‘They are all obnoxiously rich and spoiled frat boys.’ spiel isn’t there to mask your actual love for them- for Kook,” Jimin added with a wink.

You sputtered some more and looked between the two until you gave up with a heavy sigh. Your head dropped to your chest and you slapped your hands in front of your face, heels of your palms digging uncomfortably into your eyes until those weird dark spots blurred your vision.

“Please stop.”

Your plea was met with laughter and cackling, and you buried your face in your hands even more.

“Eat your cookies, Y/N,” Jisoo said when she had finally stopped laughing, and pushed the paper bag to you.

“Yeah, just eat your cookies, babe,” Jimin laughed and patted your head like you were a child. “Or else you might explode.”

You grumbled, but still resumed eating your cookies. And as you chewed, you hoped this wasn’t going to turn into something more than a joke.

Your hope died when Hoseok and you were walking across campus after class to get to your respective bus stops.

“So, I heard you like Jungkook now?”

You stopped dead in your tracks.

“You’re fucking kidding me,” you groaned before throwing your hands into the air. “Who told you that? Jimin? Jisoo?”

Hoseok chortled loudly and threw his head back. You immediately tried shushing him, but he couldn’t hear you over his own laughter.

“Oh, man, you really do get really annoyed by that, huh?” Hoseok said and you pulled him aside to hide behind the nearest tree to escape the gazes.

“Who told you that?” you hissed and shoved his arm, in need of an answer right away.

“Does it matter?” Hoseok asked and you looked over your shoulder to check if people were still looking.

“Yes, it matters,” you spat out and crossed your arms in front of your chest, shifting from one foot to the other.

“Why?”

“Because I obviously have to murder the person who told you this ridiculous lie,” you said through gritted teeth and your words elicited another laugh from Hoseok. You cringed and tugged on his sleeve, urging him to lower his volume again, but like the first time, he didn’t hear you.

“Guess you can go and kill Jimin then,” Hoseok said with a grin, a grin that sparkled with mischief.

“Tell him to run the next time he sees me again,” you mumbled and Hoseok rolled his eyes at you, mumbling something about you being overly dramatic. You were about to comment on it when-

“You wanna talk about it?” Hoseok asked. You frowned.

“What? Talk about what?” you asked and crossed your arms in front of your chest.

“You know,” he shrugged and shoved his hands into his pockets, “Jungkook and you.”

You let out one loud scoff.

“Okay, Seok, if we’re gonna talk, maybe we should also talk about Chae and you,” you smiled right back at him and jabbed your finger into his chest. The corners of your lips quirked up into a satisfied grin when Hoseok’s entire face flushed red and he started sputtering.

“W-what? What are you talking about? There’s nothing between Chae and me!” Hoseok said and you let out a laugh that almost matched the one he let out a minute ago.

“Sure, there’s nothing between you and Chae,” you snorted and rolled your eyes. “You just always gaze into people’s eyes like-”

“Hey!” Hoseok threw in and fixed you with something akin to a glare. You laughed and patted him on his shoulder.

“Yeah, maybe we shouldn’t talk, huh?” you said with a tilt of your head and Hoseok pressed his lips together into a thin line. “Let’s just get going now or we’re both gonna miss our buses.”

Hoseok grumbled to himself, clearly unhappy with the way this entire conversation had played out and for a second, it seemed like he was going to drop the entire thing and resume walking to the bus stop with you when his face lit up.

“Just one thing,” he said and you frowned. “You didn’t really answer my question. There’s nothing going on between you two, right? I mean, between Jungkook and you.”

You sighed and tucked a strand behind your ear, the irritation slowly building up inside you again because hadn’t you just clearly told him?

“Yes, Seok, there’s nothing going on between him and me. Jimin and Jisoo are just annoying,” you said and rolled your eyes.

When Hoseok grinned at you though, you felt the irritation and frustration escape you and be replaced with something else, something worse.

“You sure?”

You furrowed your brows and narrowed your eyes. “How many times do I have to repeat myself? Yes, I’m sure.”

“You sure sure sure?” Hoseok asked and you were on the edge of turning on your heel and walking to the bus stop all on your own.

“Yes, Seok, I’m sure sure sure,” you groaned and grimaced. “Why wouldn’t I be? Let’s just-”

“Well,” Hoseok said before pointing behind you, “because Jungkook’s walking up to you right now.”

And to your dismay and horror, you had to come to the realisation that Hoseok wasn’t lying or joking. When you turned around, Jeon Jungkook was actually walking up to you. He had his usual grin plastered on his face and before you could tell Hoseok you had to run, Jeon Jungkook reached you.

“Hi,” he started and exchanged a nod with Hoseok that had you looking between the two. When he turned to you, his grin widened and you had no time to really react before he greeted you,

“Hi, Y/N. How are we?”

There was a stifled laugh from Hoseok when your entire face soured and before you could just walk away without a word because you were not in the mood to deal with Jeon Jungkook right now (but when were you ever?), Hoseok patted you on your shoulder.

“Well, looks like I’m gonna go,” he said and you immediately snapped your gaze to him, horror gripping you.

“What?”

“Gotta catch a bus,” Hoseok explained and gave your shoulder a squeeze before backing away. You were right about to scream-whisper at him to get back here and to not leave you alone when he cupped his hands to his mouth like a funnel and screamed loud enough for everyone on campus to hear,

“Don’t murder Jimin, yeah?”

You could practically feel the heat rush to your cheeks and your heart quicken in your chest. You instantly turned away from Hoseok and looked at your shoes, avoiding people’s gazes expertedly.

“I thought you don’t go around just threatening murder usually,” Jeon Jungkook smiled and your embarrassment was replaced with irritation as you jerked your head up.

“And I thought you only approached me when Jimin’s drunk,” you said through a strained smile, and looked over your shoulders like you were checking something. “But, oh, well, no drunk Jimin in sight. Guess you can walk away then.”

Jeon Jungkook stared at you with his big eyes before grinning at you and snickering to himself.

“Sorry,” he said, clearly able to see how much his grinning and snickering angered you. “I swear I’m not laughing at you.”

“Well, feels like it,” you pressed and glowered at him like if you did that, Jeon Jungkook would walk away and leave you alone.

“What do you want?” you spat through gritted teeth and crossed your arms in front of your chest, hands balled up into fists.

“I just-” Jeon Jungkook started before cutting himself short and shrugging, his grin shrinking into a smile, a seemingly genuine and warm smile. “I just saw you and-”

You blinked at him and tilted your head to the side. “And?”

“I don’t know,” Jeon Jungkook said, smiling and with his hands in his pockets. “I just wanted to greet you.”

You gaped at him before scoffing and shaking your head because you didn’t believe Jeon Jungkook for even a second. There was no way that this was true, no way that he had simply approached you to say hello to you, no way that he was this nice. No way!

“Well, you greeted me,” you huffed. “If you’d excuse me then, I’ve got a bus to catch.”

“I could walk you to the bus stop,” Jeon Jungkook offered and you immediately shook your head.

“No, God, no,” you blurted out and kept shaking your head. “I can walk to the bus stop all on my own. Thank you very much.”

“You’re welcome,” Jeon Jungkook countered and moved on before you could tell you hadn’t actually thanked him. “But I do need to talk to you, so if you don’t want me to walk you to your-”

“I thought you only approached me to greet me, not talk to me,” you said.

Jeon Jungkook paused before sighing and nodding. “Yeah, no, I did,” he hesitated, “but I also approached you because I’ve got—I guess you could say thing—I’ve got this thing I need to talk to you about.”

Your frowned and scrunched up your nose because there was something about the way Jeon Jungkook was smiling at you, about the way his gaze seemed to dance around a little more than usual that had your gut twisting and turning.

“I swear to God, if you tell me that thing is your dick or something, I’m gonna straight up punch you,” you said in a low whisper.

“What? No! I would never say- that’s literally so gross,” Jeon Jungkook said and his face was scrunched up in genuine disgust. “You think I’d say something like that?”

“You’re a frat boy.”

“And you’re judgemental,” Jeon Jungkook shot back with a satisfied smile when you grimaced at his observation, eyes rolling back because how many times had Jimin said that to you before? Jimin was right though and so was Jeon Jungkook. But it didn’t mean you hated that fact any less.

“Look, Jeon, I’ve got exactly,” you pulled out your phone and glanced at it, “fifteen minutes to get to my bus stop or else I miss my bus.“ You shoved it back into your pocket. “So, if you really wanna tell me about this thing that you have, you better do it while I walk to my bus stop.”

Without waiting for Jeon Jungkook’s reaction or answer, you whirled around and walked far quicker than you needed to. But due to his height and therefore longer legs, he caught up with you in no time.

“Looks like I’m walking you to your bus stop after all,” Jeon Jungkook hummed and you gritted your teeth. Did he have to be a smarty pants about this?

You knew Jeon Jungkook was popular before, knew that he was, along with the other members of Beta Tau Sigma, one of the most beloved people on campus, but now that he was walking next to you, you noticed just how popular and beloved he was.

Seemingly everybody’s eyes were on you and this time, you were definitely not imagining it. It was like Jeon Jungkook and you were in a high school drama and everybody was watching you.

It was terrifying, scary, incredibly uncomfortable just how much people seemed to take an interest in Jeon Jungkook and everything surrounding him, but somehow, it didn’t seem to bother him. In fact, he seemed to not notice that people were staring, still grinning like the biggest idiot ever.

“I thought you wanted to tell me about some thing of yours. Do it, then,” you mumbled underneath your breath and hurried your steps even more, making Jeon Jungkook turn to look at you as he fought to keep up with you.

“Why are you walking so quickly?” he asked, but was still able to fall into step with you after all.

“Just talk,” you groaned.

“That’s not really how I planned on doing this. I thought we could have a proper conversation,” Jeon Jungkook murmured with obvious disappointment swinging in his voice.

“Well, this is how you’re gonna do it,” you said and were glad that you were already off campus. “But if you don’t wanna, you don’t have to walk me to my bus stop. I can do it myself.”

Jeon Jungkook hesitated because this was really not how he had wanted to do this, how he had wanted to tell you about his, well, thing, but since this seemed to be his only chance, he took it.

“Okay, well,” he started and was more than glad when you two had to stop at a red light. You jabbed the button like it had wronged you, and he had to smile at that.

When you turned to face him, features scrunched up in a scowl, Jeon Jungkook took a deep breath and said the words that had been lingering on his tongue,

“I’ve got a proposal.”

You frowned.

“A proposal?”

“A deal, really,” Jeon Jungkook specified and you eyed him carefully.

“What deal?” you asked, hesitant, because you weren’t sure if you wanted to know the answer. And when the corners of his lips quirked up, curled up into a smirk, you knew you didn’t.

“You know Tae, right? Taehyung? Kim Taehyung?” Jeon Jungkook barely gave you a chance to answer. “Well, he and I talked.” He let a beat pass. “About you.”

You could feel your stomach churn and twist inside you, a bitter taste settling on your tongue because why would Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook talk about you? Somehow you knew the reason had to be bad. There was no other way.

“Why?” you asked as apathetic as possible and with suspicion lacing your voice.

“Well,” Jeon Jungkook started and his gaze drifted off as he swiped his tongue across his bottom lip in thought. “We talked because- do you know the film ‘She’s All That’?”

You frowned and were more than hesitant to answer. “Yeah, I’ve heard of- what does that have to do with anything?”

“Okay, you know how in the film the guy starts talking to the girl because his friend bet him that he couldn’t get her to become prom queen?” Jeon Jungkook asked and you blinked and gaped at him before clamming your mouth shut, the realisation suddenly hitting you.

“Are you telling me you’re talking to me because of some bet?” you asked and your voice was low, almost threatening, and when Jeon Jungkook looked like he had just gotten caught red handed eating candy by his mother, you scoffed.

“Well-”

“Fuck you, Jeon.”

Right at that moment, the red light turned green and so without sparing Jeon Jungkook another glance, you crossed the street, your eyes set straight ahead of you and your hands curled up into tight fists.

“Hey, no, wait!”

Jeon Jungkook placed a hand on your shoulder and turned you around. He grimaced and swallowed heavily when he saw the irritation etched into every line of your face.

“What?” you grunted.

“Let me explain-”

You let out a sound that had Jeon Jungkook grimacing. It sounded like a laugh and a scoff, a mix of both, but whatever it was, it made a lump grow in his throat.

“Aren’t you gonna explain?” you pressed when his silence continued on too long.

“Right, yes, of course,” Jeon Jungkook sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes finding the bus stop you had been walking towards in the distance. “What I wanted to tell you is that- well, Tae, uh, bet me I couldn’t get you to date me- please, let me finish.”

You clammed your mouth shut.

“And obviously, I can’t. I mean I asked you and you said no, and that’s okay, but I just- I just thought about it a little and I figured that maybe we could help each other.”

Jeon Jungkook paused again and slowly, his gaze wandered back to you. You weren’t glowering at him anymore, but your eyes were void of any emotion. And that was even worse because he didn’t know what you were thinking, if he was saying the right or wrong things now.

Nevertheless, he continued on, “I mean you said you’d only date me if I paid you to, and, well,” an airy chuckle slipped past his lips, “I’ve got money. So, I don’t know, I figured maybe we could help each-”

With each word, his voice grew more and more quiet, uncertain and before he had reached the end, it was gone. Jeon Jungkook felt like someone had cut out his tongue.

“So, you’re proposing- what exactly? You pay me to fake date you and you get to win your stupid bet?“ you asked and Jeon Jungkook stared at you before nodding like he wanted to unscrew his own head.

Look, you were no different from everybody else your age. You were another money-starved college, struggling to make ends meet. The prospect of earning money this easily… it was tempting, incredibly so, but at the same time, the thought of getting paid for being dishonest, for fake dating Jeon Jungkook, left a bitter taste on your tongue. It all didn’t sit quite well with you.

However, extra cash would be undeniably helpful, incredibly so. You could stop eating instant ramen every day, could stop asking your parents for some money because you couldn’t make rent again, could stop asking yourself every day if you could afford to get this one thing without breaking your bank account.

“How much?”

Jeon Jungkook stared at you like he had honestly expected you to tell him to go fuck himself, and not actually consider his words. It took him a little, but when he realised that there might be a possibility of you agreeing, a smile formed on his lips. He tried to bite it away because he knew just how much it irritated you, but he failed miserably. Admittedly, he wasn’t trying too hard, the smile breaking through easily.

“I don’t know,” Jeon Jungkook mumbled and you scrunched up your nose when his smile transformed into a grin. “How much do you want?”

You paused again. If you were to agree to this you would have to fake date Jeon Jungkook, actually spend time with him, pretend to like him, convincingly. You would have to do couple-y things with him, probably hold his hand or worse, kiss him. You would have to put on a show for Kim Taehyung for, at least, some time if you agreed to this.

On the other hand, money. You would get money in exchange, and considering it was Jeon Jungkook, you could most definitely charge him a ridiculous amount. You could cover your textbook expenses and rent for a couple of months if you asked for the right amount, if you got him to agree to a couple things. You could stop worrying so much, focus solely on the studying aspect of college-

“Ah, fuck,” you hissed when you saw your bus in the distance.

Jeon Jungkook turned around at your exclaim and you rummaged through your bag and took out a pen.

“We can-”

Jeon Jungkook shut up when you grabbed his hand and wrote your number on his palm in barely legible and scribbly handwriting, your pen landing somewhere in your bag again.

“Text me,” you said and stumbled backwards, your bus fast approaching. “We’ll figure out the details, but I’m only gonna do this if you’re ready to pay me a lot of money-”

“Yeah, no, sure!” Jeon Jungkook interjected and nodded like he wanted to unscrew his own head again. If you weren’t so busy stumbling to the bus stop, you would have asked yourself if Jeon Jungkook was just that rich or if he was that stupid to agree with you without even knowing how much you wanted.

There was a beat of silence between you two and you were about to just say you were going to go, but Jeon Jungkook spoke up before you,

“Thank you.”

You paused, stopped walking backwards and looked at him. For once, you didn’t think his grin was obnoxious, didn’t want to strangle him for it, didn’t feel any irritation or frustration build up inside you.

For once, you thought Jeon Jungkook’s grin was nice, maybe pretty even.

“Yeah, uh, whatever.”

You turned and ran to catch your bus.

It was 08:02 when you arrived at your campus library. It was 08:03 when you found a seat with the entrance in view. It was 08:04 when you unlocked your phone and looked at the text you had sent Jeon Jungkook, wanting to make sure you hadn’t imagined your conversation yesterday.

[Unknown Number - 05:24 PM] : hi its jk

[Unknown Number - 05:24 PM] : you said to text you so

[Unknown Number - 05:24 PM] : maybe we should meet up? does tmr work for you?

[Unknown Number - 09:17 PM] : youre not thinking of backing out are you?

[Unknown Number - 09:17 PM] : i can see that youve read my messages

[Unknown Number - 09:18 PM] : or is there another reason why youre not responding lool

[You - 09:28 PM] : tomorrow at 8 at the library. don’t be late

It was 08:05 when you concluded that Jeon Jungkook was late. It was 08:15 when you started contemplating texting him. It was 08:20 when you decided you weren’t going to and going home instead. It was 08:21 when Jeon Jungkook sprinted towards you, two cups of somewhat steaming coffee in his hands.

“I’m so so sorry.”

You sank back down in your chair and he sat down in the one across from you. Jeon Jungkook placed the two cups of coffee rather clumsily on the table. If it hadn’t been for the lids, some of it definitely would have spilled out.

“I know what you said,” he panted, still very much out of breath and you blinked at him, unimpressed. “I set up alarms and shit and I actually got out of the house extra early to get us coffee, but- God, fuck, give me a second.”

You crossed your arms in front of your chest and pursed your lips, eyes narrowing as you looked at Jeon Jungkook from head to toe.

He was, like you, donning a simple T-shirt and pants combination, but you didn’t have the Gucci logo written across your chest. There was also no sparkly Rolex strapped around your wrist. You wondered if he only had designer clothes or if he just liked showing off his wealth that much.

“It’s fine,” you started with a tight-lipped smile and a tilt of your head. “I shouldn’t have suggested the library. You’ve probably never heard of it before, have you? It’s not necessarily up your alley, is it?”

“What?” Jeon Jungkook panted and looked up to you as he wiped the sweat away with the back of his palm.

“Please, I know you’ve never been in here before,” you said with a shrug. “It must be weird to-”

“That’s not why I’m late,” Jeon Jungkook cut in and straightened up, a smirk forming on his lips. “I’ve been here plenty of times before. I’m late because Mrs. Lee caught me on the way up here and insisted on showing me all of the pictures she took when she was on vacation in Japan recently.”

“Mrs. Lee?”

Jeon Jungkook’s smirk grew.

Oh no.

“Yeah, Mrs. Lee,” he repeated and tilted his head to the side. “Don’t you know who that is? Our head librarian?”

“You know the head librarian here?” you asked in disbelief and you knew the answer when Jeon Jungkook’s grin widened even more.

Fuck.

“Oh, yeah! You don’t?” he said like everybody knew the head librarian, and as if to rub it into your face that you didn’t, he added, “She loves me, calls me her favourite student. It’s great. She always reserves me the best table.”

You had a hard time keeping the irritation locked inside you and Jeon Jungkook could see it. You shouldn’t be this annoyed because you were wrong, but you were, incredibly so. If you had been in a cartoon, steam would be billowing out of your ears and a big vein would pop out in the middle of your forehead.

“I wish you could see your face right now,” Jeon Jungkook grinned, and you let out a controlled breath and stared at the whorls on the table, tracing them like they were the only thing you could see.

“Maybe,” Jeon Jungkook started digging around in his pocket and pulled out his phone, “I should take a picture of you and show you, so you can-”

“Don’t you dare!” you pressed, all straightened up now, and put up your hands like doing so would make it impossible for Jeon Jungkook to snap a picture of you.

He laughed and shook his head, his lips curling up into the most amused and obnoxious grin in this entire world.

“Okay, fine, I won’t,” Jeon Jungkook said and let his phone slip back into his pocket. You only lowered your hands when his were around the armrests of his chair again.

“But I’ve told you, right?” He tilted his head to the side in the most infuriating manner possible. “How you’re judgemental.”

Your teeth sank into your tongue and you tore your gaze away again. Why did Jeon Jungkook always have to be such a smarty pants about everything? God, you had never met someone as obnoxious and annoying and infuriating as him before. Was it in his nature? Was this his talent? Was there a ‘How To Be An Annoying Asshole’ textbook that he-

“Here.” Jeon Jungkook interrupted your train of thought by placing one of the two cups of coffee right in front of your face.

You blinked at him, needing a moment before shaking your head.

“I don’t drink coffee.”

“What?” Jeon Jungkook gasped like you had personally insulted him. You were used to that response by now. People always seemed so incredibly offended when you told them you didn’t drink coffee.

“Seriously?”

“Yes, seriously,” you mumbled and pushed the cup of coffee back to him.

“How do you function and-?” Jeon Jungkook didn’t finish his question and resorted to pointing at you, his eyes blown out as he looked at you from head to toe.

“I sleep,” you said like the thousands of times you had before. “I go to sleep and I drink lots of tea.”

“Oh,” Jeon Jungkook nodded and looked like he had figured you out, “you’re one of those tea people, huh? Interesting.”

You shrugged, not finding your preference for tea really that interesting.

“What’s your favourite-”

“Shouldn’t we figure out the details of,” you gestured around, unable to quite find the words, “you know.”

Jeon Jungkook paused before smiling at you. “Want to make this as quick as possible, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you said without missing a beat.

He raised a brow at you, clearly amused. “So embarrassed to be seen with me in public, huh?”

And again, “Yes.”

This time, Jeon Jungkook didn’t follow up your reply with a chuckle, but rather snorted and ran a hand through his hair.

“Well, I appreciate your honesty,” he said with a tilt of his head, and reached for the cup of coffee he had offered to you just seconds ago. You cringed when he smacked his lips together, the sound making your entire skin crawl.

“Okay, so, tell me,” Jeon Jungkook said and gestured for you to go on. You blinked at him and furrowed your brows.

“What’s that supposed to mean? What am I supposed to tell you?” you asked with a slight edge in your voice.

“Oh, who are you trying to fool, Y/N?” Jeon Jungkook smiled. “Let’s not pretend like you haven’t drawn up a contract or something already and written down every condition you’ve got. I see you with your colour coordinated flash cards and folders and super neat and rewritten notes.”

“How do you know I colour-” You clammed your mouth shut and shook your head. “Whatever.”

“I’m right, am I not?” Jeon Junkook asked and you weren’t sure if you cursed underneath your breath because when you leaned down to unzip your bag, your zipper jammed or because of him. After a few tries, you managed to unzip your bag and with a hollow thud, you threw your notebook on the table before flipping it open.

You didn’t bother to turn it around when Jeon Jungkook tried to read what you had already written down, but surprisingly, he had no problem.

“’Y/L/N Y/N’s And Jeon Jungkook’s Fake Dating Contract’, huh?” Jeon Jungkook laughed, smug as ever, and raised his brows at you. “Why ‘Y/L/N Y/N’s and Jeon Jungkook’s’? Don’t tell me you’ve got fake dating contracts with other people as well.”

“Plenty,” you deadpanned and leaned down again to get a pen out of your bag. You could feel your chest warm up and swell when your words elicited a laugh from Jeon Jungkook, but you were quick to dismiss it.

“‘1. Jeon Jungkook has to pay Y/L/N Y/N 200 dollars for every single outing etc. and will cover any expenses that might come up.’,” Jeon Jungkook read out with a smile on his lips.

When he turned his gaze to you, you thought he was going to tell you that he wasn’t paying you so much simply for fake dating him but-

“Why did you word it like that?” he asked before throwing back his head and laughing like you two weren’t sitting in a library and had to be quiet. You gaped at him, and you imagined that this was how he had felt when you had laughed at him for asking you out.

“You’re really taking the contract part of this seriously, aren’t you?” Jeon Jungkook laughed and you gritted your teeth, your jaw flexed painfully.

“Well, if we’re gonna do this, we should do it properly,” you pressed. “Or we might as well just not do this at all.“

Jeon Jungkook stopped laughing, but still grinned at you.

“No, you’re right,” he said and nodded far too vigorously, making you feel like he was still mocking you. “Let’s do this properly.”

“Okay-”

“What do you mean by outing?” Jeon Jungkook asked and cut you short.

You rolled your eyes at his interruption. “You know, I guess I’m gonna have to, like, go on ‘dates’ with you, right? That kind of stuff. Anything that I’ve gotta do to convince Kim that we’re dating.”

“So, like every time people see you with me, I’ve gotta pay you?” Jeon Jungkook asked with a grin and he chuckled when you started to slowly nod.

“I guess you could say it like that,” you mumbled, unsure yourself. You had not put as much thought into this as Jeon Jungkook might believe. You had given this thing some thought and most definitely more than he had, but you had only really concentrated on the monetary aspect of this.

“Does that mean I have to pay you for today as well?” Jeon Jungkook asked and tilted his head to the side, hand reaching to his pocket like he was about to pull out his wallet.

“No, you don’t.” You were honestly not sure why you had just declined getting 200 bucks, but you had. You contemplated taking back your words, demanding 200 bucks for today, but you decided to just go with it. “I guess the first time is always on the house.”

Jeon Jungkook grinned at you.

“So, we’ve already started?” He leaned forward and propped his elbow on the table and let his cheek fall into his open palm. “Dating?”

You scrunched up your nose and rolled your eyes. “Yes, Jeon, we’ve already started fake dating.”

He laughed, and something about his laugh this time had a smile start to tug on your own lips. The realisation was mortifying and you had to actively stop it from forming.

“Anyway, what do you wanna write down?” you asked and twirled your pen in your one hand and tucked a strand behind your ear with the other one.

Jeon Jungkook quieted down before humming and puckering his forehead in thought. “How about no telling others?”

“Obviously,” you said, but wrote it down anyway. “Okay, well, I’d-”

“‘2. Neither Y/L/N Y/N nor Jeon Jungkook are allowed to tell a third party the truth of their relationship.’?” Jeon Jungkook said before looking up to you, his grin huge now at this point. “Seriously, why do you word it like that?”

You rolled your eyes at him before sliding your notebook to him, your pen on top. “Here, you write it then.”

You expected Jeon Jungkook to decline, tell you he was joking and that you could continue writing down the conditions, but he actually turned your notebook towards him and picked up the pen.

“Go on,” he said and gestured for you to talk. You were still somewhat shocked, struggling to process what had just happened, so you ended up clearing your throat and shifting in your seat.

“Well,” you tucked a strand behind your ear and thought to yourself for a second, “I, uh, would add that you can’t kiss me. I know that things might not seem as convincing if we don’t kiss, but I just don’t feel comfortable-”

The rest of your sentence got stuck somewhere in your throat when Jeon Jungkook leaned down to write what you had just said. The sight was unexpected, surprising.

You hadn’t thought he would agree this easily, with no protest whatsoever. You had expected so much more, expected a ton of arguing, but you were met with none, with compliance only.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Jeon Jungkook asked with a laugh when he had finished and you looked at what he had written down.

3. I can’t kiss Y/N

“I just-” You paused and tore your gaze away. “I just figured you’d argue with me on this point.”

Jeon Jungkook frowned.

“There are a lot of different ways to show affection aside from kissing,” he stated like he was genuinely confused by your words. A moment later and his features started to fall, morph into disbelief as the realisation dawned on him. “Don’t tell me you seriously thought I was gonna force you to kiss me or some dumb shit like that.”

You pressed your lips together and that simple gesture was telling enough for Jeon Jungkook to widen his eyes at you and straighten up.

“You did,” he gasped before shaking his head. “You fucking did. God, just because- what? I’m a frat boy?”

You bit on your tongue and averted your gaze. Because, yes, that was exactly why. To say you were embarrassed now, wouldn’t quite begin to describe how you felt.

“You know what?” Jeon Jungkook started and you kept your eyes zeroed in on the wall, but you could see him lean down to jot something down. “Here.”

When he turned your notebook, so you could read it, you didn’t turn to him. Jeon Jungkook waited a few seconds for you to give up staring at the wall and when you didn’t, he sighed and leaned across the table to you. Before you could realise what he was doing, he had pinched your nose, hard.

“Ow! What the fuck, dude?” you said and swatted his hand away. You were about to continue cursing at him, ask him what he was thinking, but he shoved your notebook into your face.

4. Y/N will try to stop being so judgemental and expect the worst from me

“That’s-” you cut yourself short and gritted your teeth, your jaw clenching uncomfortably as you let out one long sigh. “Whatever.”

Jeon Jungkook laughed, clearly satisfied with the reaction he had gotten out of you and when he proceeded to draw an ugly heart next to his words, you rolled your eyes.

"Moving on,” you said and cleared your throat. “You can’t have anything else going on with other girls.”

“I thought we were just fake dating,” Jeon Jungkook smirked and you were certain you saw your brain when you rolled your eyes.

“Yes, we are,” you pressed, irritation coming through in your words, “but if this is meant to be believable-”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got it,” Jeon Jungkook interrupted and was already writing down the condition. “Obviously, I’m not gonna have anything going on with other people if we’re dating.”

“Fake dating,” you corrected and Jeon Jungkook made sure you were looking at him before he rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, right, whatever,” he sighed before shoving his finger into your face. “But neither can you.”

You swatted his hand away. "Obviously.”

5. We can’t have anything else going on with other people as long as we are FAKE DATING

You pursed your lips together when you saw that Jeon Jungkook had underlined ‘fake dating’ and written it in big bold letters.

“Good for you?” Jungkook asked with raised brows and you just stared at him, unamused. He simply laughed before moving on. “How about this?”

6. Y/N will attend at least 3 parties w me

Maybe it was because Jeon Jungkook was a frat boy and for him to attend parties was expected and you not going would raise suspicion or maybe it was because you still felt bad for assuming he would insist you would have to kiss him, but for some reason, you didn’t tell him you hated parties. You should, but you didn’t.

“Sure,” you sighed and Jeon Jungkook beamed at you, delighted his condition hadn’t been met with any criticism.

“Great! Is ‘babe’ fine by the way?” he grinned and you cringed.

“Ew, no!” you said with a shake of your head. “No, it’s not. You’re not calling me ‘babe’. That’s gross.”

Jeon Jungkook scrunched up his face. “Well, how can I call you then? If you don’t want me to call you ‘beautiful’ or ‘babe’-”

“How about you just call me by my name like everybody else?” you proposed and Jeon Jungkook scowled at your answer.

“But we’re dating-”

“Fake,” you threw in and Jeon Jungkook made sure you could see him roll his eyes at you again.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, fake dating,” he said and you raised a brow at his answer. “How are we gonna convince anyone we’re a thing if I can’t even call you ‘babe’ or something?”

You sighed and threw your head into your neck. You genuinely disliked the idea of Jeon Jungkook calling you ‘babe’ or anything along the lines of it, but at the same time, you knew he was right. It would only make you two seem more convincing to Kim Taehyung if Jeon Jungkook had a pet name for you, after all Kim Taehyung did.

“Fine,” you said and scratched your head. Before Jeon Jungkook could start listing all of the pet names he knew, you raised your hand and stopped him. “You can come up with a couple ones and present them to me. I’ll decide which one I like. But, God, try to be creative. I don’t wanna hear ‘Honey’ or ‘Little Pumpkin’ or some dumb shit like that.”

Jeon Jungkook smirked at you. “Oh, you’ll love my suggestions.”

You were about to tell him to take this seriously, that you weren’t going to settle on some pet name just for the sake of it, but then, he leaned down and started writing.

7. I will come up with the most amazing pet name for my wonderful and amazing princess Y/N

“Cross that out,” you said instantly and pointed at the last last words. Jeon Jungkook looked genuinely offended by your demand and before he could protest, you ripped your pen out of his hand and did it yourself. You weren’t going to let him argue with you on this one.

“Y/N!” Jeon Jungkook whined, clearly exasperated, but you didn’t care.

7. I will come up with the most amazing pet name for my wonderful and amazing princess Y/N

“But-”

“How long do you wanna keep this going by the way? We haven’t talked about that,” you interjected and silenced him. Jeon Jungkook looked at you and opened and closed his mouth a couple times before shrugging.

“How long do you wanna keep this going?” he asked and you furrowed your brows.

“Uh, well, what did Kim say? Did he say how long you’ve gotta date me, or was it just about you dating me in the first place? Kinda depends on that how long we’re gonna date,” you said.

“Right, yes, of course,” he said and shifted in his seat, hand running through his hair as he looked off to the side. “Well, Tae said two months.”

You scrunched up your face. Two months seemed awfully long to you and you cursed yourself for not asking Jeon Jungkook earlier how long you had to do this entire thing because now, since you had already drawn up most of the contract backing out of this seemed to be no option anymore.

“Is that okay for you?” Jeon Jungkook asked and you snapped your gaze to him, thinking for a second before nodding.

“Yeah, it’s fine,” you sighed.

“You sure?”

Jeon Jungkook levelled you with a serious gaze and you knew he meant it, knew he would still allow you to pull out of this if you wanted to. You pressed your lips together.

“Yes, I’m sure, but- I guess, we should make it, like, two months and a week or something, right? It would be suspicious if we broke up right away.”

Jeon Jungkook blinked at you before nodding.

8. Y/N and I will fake date for two months and one week

“On the topic of breaking up,” you started and he looked up to you. “How’re we gonna break up?”

“Uh, I don’t know,” he said with a shrug and paused for a moment. “Let’s just see what makes sense.”

“Okay,” you breathed out because you didn’t feel like thinking of an entire break up story now either. “But let’s agree we’ll break up amicably. Anything else would be… exhausting.”

8. Y/N and I will fake date for two months and one week + break up amicably

“Good?”

You hummed before thinking, trying to figure out if there was anything else you wanted to add to the contract.

“Is there anything else?” you asked with a sigh and leaned back.

Jeon Jungkook puckered his forehead and looked off to the side like the ninth condition would appear there.

“I think that’s it,” he said. “I’d say we can sign it now.”

Without waiting for your answer, Jeon Jungkook put his signature on the bottom of the page, leaving far too much space.

“Why’d you leave so much space?” you asked, but picked up your pen anyway and put your signature next to his when Jeon Jungkook passed you your notebook.

He shrugged. “Maybe we want to add new conditions later on.”

You frowned, doubting that very much, but you didn’t say anything, occupied with looking over the contract.

Y/L/N Y/N’s And Jeon Jungkook’s Fake Dating Contract

Jeon Jungkook has to pay Y/L/N Y/N 200 dollars for every single outing etc. and will cover any expenses that might come up.

Neither Y/L/N Y/N nor Jeon Jungkook are allowed to tell a third party the truth of their relationship.

I can’t kiss Y/N

Y/N will try to stop being so judgemental and expect the worst from me

We can’t have anything else going on with other people as long as we are FAKE DATING

Y/N will attend at least 3 parties w me

I will come up with the most amazing pet name for my wonderful and amazing princess Y/N

Y/N and I will fake date for two months and one week + break up amicably

Now, with the contract in your hands, finished and signed, it dawned on you that this was happening, dawned on you what exactly you just had agreed to, dawned on you that the next two months were going to be… interesting, very interesting.

It was weird to think that just two days ago, you had never even talked to Jeon Jungkook, but now, he not only had your number, but you were fake dating as well. And for what? So you could earn some money and he could win a stupid bet-

“You listening?”

You jerked your head up and looked at Jeon Jungkook, your thoughts sitting unfinished in your mind.

“What? Sorry, I just-”

Jeon Jungkook smiled at your words before shaking his head and snapping his fingers at you, hand gesturing for you to give him your notebook and pen.

“I just thought of another condition,” he told you.

“Oh, okay,” you mumbled before sliding your notebook and pen to him. You expected him to start writing, but to your confusion, he paused and looked at you.

“You know how in films when the characters fake date and one of them tells the other in the very beginning not to fall in love with them?”

You frowned at his words before you slowly nodded. “Yeah, sure- I thought you wanted to write down another condition. What does that have to do with anything?”

“It always makes it obvious what will happen next, don’t you think? Kinda spoils the film,” Jeon Jungkook continued on like he hadn’t heard your question and looked off to the side in thought. “Like, whenever I hear someone say something along the lines of that, I just go ‘Oh, they’re definitely gonna get together.’.”

You were about to interject, ask him what this had anything to do with the condition he had wanted to add seconds ago, but-

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m not necessarily bothered by it. I mean it’s a romcom after all, but- I don’t know, I kinda noticed that characters always say something along the lines of ‘Don’t fall in love with me.’, and it’s just- why would you say something like that unless you kinda wanted the other person to fall in love with you, you know?”

You needed a second to process Jeon Jungkook’s words. The tangent… it was a little confusing, out of nowhere, random. And for a good few seconds, you didn’t know what to say.

“Uh, yeah, I guess,” you started, hesitant, and you had to shake your head to clear your mind. “I, uh, thought you wanted to write down another condition.”

Only now did Jeon Jungkook seem to remember what he had actually wanted to do before he had gone on his random tangent on how films, especially romcoms, weren’t realistic.

“Right, yeah,” he mumbled and picked up your pen. You tried to see what he was exactly writing down, but Jeon Jungkook blocked his words from you with his hand, making you frown.

“Am I gonna get to see what you wrote down, or are you gonna keep me in the dark?” you asked, but he didn’t relent. “You realise I signed the contract already, so you’ve gotta show me what you wrote down.”

“One second.”

You rolled your eyes at his reply, but when you met his gaze again, you froze. Jeon Jungkook was still covering his words with his hand, but judging from the mischief sparkling and glinting in his eyes and the smirk on his lips, they had to be bad.

You frowned at him, worried, because you had already signed the contract, and while it was nowhere near to being legit or legally binding, you were more than scared to see what Jeon Jungkook had written down.

“Ready?”

Jeon Jungkook didn’t give you a chance to think.

9. Y/N can’t fall in love with me

You stared at the words in front of you for far too long, reread them like doing so would maybe change them. When you finally did tear your gaze from them and looked at Jeon Jungkook, you closed and opened your mouth a couple times before clamming it shut.

“Why- why would you-” You looked at him with a scrunched up face. Maybe you had misread and Jeon Jungkook hadn’t meant that and gone on that tangent simply to go on a tangent and with no intention behind it.

When he simply tilted his head to the side and smirked at you the way he always did because he was an idiot, you scoffed and mumbled something under your breath neither he nor you could properly hear. For that, your heart was thumping in your chest too loudly.

“You’re-” You waved your hand in front of your face, the universal gesture for someone who was crazy, and rolled your eyes. To your dismay, Jeon Jungkook only laughed and you grimaced when he threw his head back and scrunched up his nose.

You ripped your pen out of his hand, closed your notebook and shoved all of your belongings into your bag, not caring that your zipper jammed when you tried to close it and your bag was only half-closed when you shouldered it. You didn’t care.

“Seriously, don’t, Y/N,” Jeon Jungkook smirked and you scoffed as you pushed your chair back and stood up. “You can’t fall in love with me.”

“I won’t,” you spat out and stared him down as you tucked your chair to the table with definitely more force than necessary. “And will never. Trust me.”

He grinned at you.

“Let’s see about that.”

And as you turned on your heel and walked away, you concluded there was nothing more to Jeon Jungkook.

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love u lately #2 (m) | myg/knj/pjm

title: love u lately​ chapter title: #2 - right here​ pairing: yoongi x f. reader, namjoon x f. reader, jimin x f. reader (yoonminjoon x f. reader) rating/genre: m (18+) ; smut ; college/university au , pseudo frat! bts; best friends! yoonminjoon friends to lovers; summary: after the events from friday night, you are trying to grapple with the newfound reality you find yourself in with Yoongi, and simultaneously trying to hide it from everyone in the Beta Tau Sigma house. When you seek Hwasa for advice and have an encounter with JB, you leave with a sudden epiphany on how to move forward. warnings: pwp, semi-public sexual activity (in a Professor's office), blowjob, handjob, cum-swallowing, ALMOST getting caught, hungover namjoon, jimin is sus, tbh not many warnings THIS TIME note: lol im sorry i'm always late at posting but here it is. s/o to @daegudrama for editing total word count: 6.8k drop date: september 20th, 1:00pm pst cross posted on AO3 here ← #1 | Series Masterlist | #3 → October 6th (Saturday)

The soft rays of the morning sun creep through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. You are still asleep, lost in a peaceful slumber that offers a respite from the whirlwind of emotions that consumed you the night before.

In your dreams, your thoughts and feelings dance in a realm of their own, untouched by the waking world.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen downstairs, a figure moves with purpose, the clinking of pots and pans punctuating the otherwise serene atmosphere. Yoongi stands by the stove, flipping pancakes with practiced ease. His movements are precise, each action a deliberate step towards his goal.

He glances at the clock on the wall, noting the early hour. It is unusual for him to be up and about so early, but he has a reason—an unspoken promise to take care of you after the night you both had. He knows that the morning after could bring with it the unpleasant aftermath of a hangover, and he wants to make sure you are comfortable and well-fed.

The scent of pancakes and sizzling bacon wafts through the house, mingling with the memories of the previous night. As he continues his cooking, a soft smile tugs at the corners of Yoongi's lips. He finds solace in the simple act of making breakfast for you, a way to convey his care and concern without needing to put his emotions into words.

Just as he finishes up, the front door creaks open. Yoongi's ears perk up at the sound, and he turns to see Jimin entering the house. Jimin's hair is slightly disheveled, a telltale sign of a night spent elsewhere. He is wearing a white oversized t-shirt with black basketball shorts. He blinks in surprise when he sees Yoongi in the kitchen, fully engaged in cooking.

"What's all this?" Jimin comments, his voice laced with curiosity. He takes a seat at the dining table, eyeing the spread of food on the counter and then back to Yoongi, with a puzzled look. "Hyung, you're looking a little different this morning,"

Yoongi turns to face Jimin, his usually calm expression replaced with an uncharacteristic cheeriness. His gummy smile is on full display, a sight that Jimin rarely witnesses. It usually comes out when he’s drunk or trying to act silly. But this smile right now is a smile that speaks of contentment, as if a weight has been lifted from Yoongi's shoulders.

"Just felt like making breakfast," Yoongi replies nonchalantly, flipping another pancake onto a plate. "Thought it'd be nice."

Jimin's eyebrows shoot up in surprise. Yoongi is one of the main chefs of the Beta Tau Sigma house, but he usually wouldn't bother to make anything if the whole gang isn't home. It is almost as if something significant has happened to prompt this change in behavior.

As Jimin settles into his seat, he can't help but prod further. "Seriously. You're acting... different, Hyung. Are you sure you're okay?"

Yoongi chuckles softly, the sound carrying a hint of mischief. "I'm perfectly fine, Jiminie. Just in a good mood, I guess." Yoongi using Jimin’s cute nickname? Oh there is definitely something off.

Jimin eyes him suspiciously, his intuition telling him that there is more to this than Yoongi is letting on. "You're hiding something, are you?"

Yoongi's expression remains unchanged, a master of concealing his thoughts. "Why would I keep something from you, Jimin?"

Jimin's gaze narrows, studying Yoongi's face for any signs of a crack in his facade. He can't shake the feeling that there is something important that Yoongi isn't sharing, something that has prompted this uncharacteristic behavior. Did he get laid the night before? The only memorable time Yoongi has acted uncharacteristically giddy like this is when he lost his virginity during his junior year of high school to Ashley, who is a year younger than him. Well that and the times when he won Varsity basketball tournaments.

"Hyung, you know you can talk to me about anything, right?" Jimin's tone is gentle, his concern evident.

Yoongi's smile doesn't waver, but his eyes hold a hint of scorn. "I appreciate that, Jiminie. But sometimes, it's better to keep certain things to myself." 

Jimin sighs deeply, his brows furrowing as he gazes at Yoongi, who seems unusually tight-lipped about the events of the previous night. A small pang of worry tugs at his heart. He's well aware of Yoongi's penchant for privacy; it's one of the things that he respects about his best friend. In a world where secrets are sometimes shared like K-Pop idol photocards, Yoongi has always been the reliable vault, guarding his innermost thoughts and emotions with a steadfast determination.

While Yoongi might have an open and straightforward demeanor, he understands the gravity of the situation. He can't simply tell his other best friends that he broke their unspoken pact, that he fucked their sole female best friend in the quad. It's not just about secrecy; it's about a complex tangle of emotions, loyalties, and unspoken rules that bind their tight-knit group together. Yoongi knows that revealing this secret could potentially rock the foundation of their friendship and the overall house dynamics, and he's torn between wanting his friend to know the truth and protecting the bonds they've built over the years.

Just as Jimin is about to speak again, Yoongi turns his attention back to the food, effectively closing off any further discussion. Jimin watches him for a moment, a mixture of confusion and further concern swirling in his mind. He can't shake the feeling that something has shifted, something that he isn't fully aware of.

With a sigh, Jimin pushes those thoughts aside and focuses on his plate of food. He knows he’s been hanging out with Irene a little too often and missing out on fun stuff with his friends. He is starting to get tired of his relationship. He would much rather hang out with you, Namjoon and Yoongi or Taehyung and Jungkook…everyone in the house actually. But the sex with Irene isn’t too bad, and it satisfies an urge that has been frustrating him for months, possibly years. Only Taehyung knew of this truth besides him.

You are still asleep upstairs, your dreams blissfully unaware of the conversation outside of the door. Yoongi, with his unspoken secret and newfound cheerfulness, continues to carry the weight of his emotions in silence, determined to protect the fragile balance that exists within your group of friends. 

With a soft yawn, you stretch and sit up in bed, letting out a groan as your head protests the sudden movement. It doesn't take long for the events of the previous night to flood back into your mind—party hopping, laughter, and a moment of unexpected intimacy with Yoongi.

As you mull over the memories, a wave of embarrassment and excitement washes over you. The realization of what transpired between you and Yoongi sends a flutter of nervous anticipation through your chest. You know you'll have to face him soon, but first, you need to shake off the remnants of your hangover.

With a sigh, you swing your legs over the side of the bed and stand up, steadying yourself for a moment as your head spins. Gathering your resolve, you make your way to the bathroom, where you spend a few minutes brushing your teeth and splashing cold water on your face.

Feeling slightly more awake, you decide to head downstairs to the kitchen in search of a much-needed cup of water. As you descend the staircase, the aroma of breakfast hits you, and your curiosity piques. Yoongi rarely cooks this early, unless...

You step into the kitchen and are met with a sight that surprises you. The kitchen island is laden with plates of blueberry pancakes, sausages, omelets, and more. It's a feast fit for a king, and your stomach grumbles in response.

"Morning," a familiar voice greets you from the dining table, and you turn to see Jimin there, already tucking into his meal.

"Hey," you reply, rubbing your eyes as if it would clear away the remnants of sleep. Your gaze drifts to the spread of food, and then to Yoongi's back as he continues to work in the kitchen.

"He's been up for a while, making all this," Jimin says with a nod towards Yoongi.

You walk over to the dining table and take a seat across from Jimin. "Yoongi made all of this?"

Jimin chuckles, his mouth full of food. "Yeah, it's a bit unusual, right? Must be in a good mood or something."

You watch Yoongi's movements, the way he works with a focused determination. There's a sense of purpose in his actions, as if he's trying to convey something through his cooking.

"I'm not complaining though," Jimin continues with a grin, taking another bite of his pancakes.

You give a small smile in response, your mind still slightly foggy from the remnants of your hangover. As you take a sip of water, you can't help but feel a mix of emotions. Part of you is grateful for Yoongi's thoughtfulness, for taking care of you after a night of drinking. But there's also a sense of unease, a nagging fear of the consequences of what happened between you two.

As you pick at your food, you steal glances at Yoongi, wondering if he's feeling the same way. His demeanor is calm and collected, a mask that conceals the true depths of his thoughts. A mix of uncertainty and curiosity churns within you, but you push those thoughts aside when Jimin decides to break the silence.

"Hey, so how did game night go yesterday?" Jimin asks, his gaze shifting between you and Yoongi.

Yoongi's lips curl into a small smile, a subtle hint of satisfaction in his expression. "Went well, we went over to the River Court dorms with the big lounge. I won game night for the first time." This was definitely alluding to something else. Though for Jimin, these dots connected to answer the concern he had earlier. Still feels like some important information is still missing from it, he thinks.

You manage a nod, trying to keep your composure. "Yeah, it was a close game! Really thought Soohyun or Yijeong would win that, but unexpectedly, it was Yoongi!" You laughed, probably not because of what you said, but the ridiculousness of the situation you are currently in.

Jimin arches an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Really? That's interesting."

You decide to change the topic to ask Jimin about his events from the night before. “So, how was your night with Irene?”

Jimin's expression momentarily shifts as you bring up Irene, and he forces a smile. "Oh, you know, the usual. We went to that new Italian restaurant downtown after her fall rush activities. It was... nice." He tries to sound enthusiastic, but there's a subtle undertone of fatigue in his voice.

Yoongi, ever perceptive, raises an eyebrow as he takes in Jimin's response. "Nice, huh? Sounds thrilling." There's a hint of sarcasm in his words.

Jimin shrugs, not meeting anyone's gaze. "Yeah, well, you know how it is, trying to keep things exciting with Irene."

The room falls into a momentary silence, punctuated only by the clinking of cutlery as you all continue to eat. It's evident that Jimin is grappling with something, but he brushes it off. You would want to question if he’s doing okay, but you’re already treading on harsh waters with Yoongi so to add Jimin to the mix would make this worse.

The conversation continues with a few more remarks exchanged, but the air is tinged with an underlying tension that you can't quite shake. Despite Yoongi's attempt to appear nonchalant, you can tell that he's carefully choosing his words.

As the three of you eat in silence, the awkwardness becomes palpable. You find yourself fidgeting, your eyes darting around the room as you try to avoid Yoongi's gaze. The events of the previous night are still fresh in your mind, and the weight of unspoken words hangs heavy between you two.

Suddenly, you decide that you can't bear the awkwardness any longer. Pushing your plate away, you clear your throat. "Hey, guys, I need to go to the library this morning. Hwasa wanted to study together."

“Studying? On a Saturday morning, beansprout?” Jimin looks at you in disbelief and laughs.

“Beansprout!?” You look at him all confused at the new nickname. “Uh, yes! We got midterms coming up in a few weeks and I’ve been avoiding looking at my class lecture notes like the procrastinator I am.” You sigh.

Yoongi's eyes briefly meet yours as he goes to wash the dishes, seeing a flicker of understanding in his gaze that this is indeed an excuse to go clear your head. You're grateful that he doesn't push the elephant in the room, and that he knows you need time to process what happened. Maybe some studying and talking with Hwasa could help you decide what to do next.

"Then you better go, study and not fail out of college in your 2nd year here," Jimin replies reassuringly, giving you a knowing smile. "We'll catch up more later."

You get up from your seat, taking your dishes to the sink. As you reach out to place your plate down, your hand brushes against Yoongi's briefly, sending a shiver down your spine. It's a simple touch, but it's enough to remind you of the lingering connection between you two.

Without saying a word, you turn and make your way to your room to change. You opt for a comfortable outfit—jeans, a soft oversized sweater, and sneakers. It's a look that makes you feel at ease, even as your thoughts whirl with uncertainty.

Exiting your room with your backpack, you see Jungkook come out from his room next door. When did Jungkook get here? You say good morning to him, but with his airpods in and eyes trained on something on his phone it seems like he can't hear you as he walks into the bathroom.

You tell the two men in the kitchen you’ll be back later and head out. When you open the door, you catch a glimpse of Hoseok helping a clearly hungover Namjoon through the front door. You offer a small wave and a quick hello, not wanting to get caught in any further awkward interactions. Unfortunately, that does not happen.

“Y/N, where are you going?” Namjoon asks, causing you to turn around. You sigh inwardly but put on a friendly smile to respond to Namjoon's inquiry. "Hey, Namjoon, just heading to the library to study with Hwasa."

His eyes narrow ever so slightly as he studies your face, and you can tell he's being overly cautious. "The library, huh? You sure about that?"

You raise an eyebrow, a hint of annoyance bubbling beneath your polite exterior. "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" Your response sounds a little defensive, feeling a headache coming in from all the eggshell walking this morning.

Namjoon's protective instincts are on high alert, and he glances back at Hoseok for support. "No reason, it's just... you know, it's good to be careful, especially with JB around."

Your annoyance grows, but you keep your tone measured. "Namjoon, I appreciate your concern, but you know I can handle myself. And I'm not hanging out with JB, if that's what you're worried about."

Namjoon seems unconvinced but doesn't press further. "Alright, just be safe, Tiny. Call one of us if you need anything, okay?" 

You give him a reassuring nod before walking away to the library. You can't help but roll your eyes internally at Namjoon's overprotective nature, especially considering his own involvement with Jihyo. Nonetheless, you appreciate his concern, even if it's a bit misguided.

As you walk, you keep replaying the events of the previous night in your mind. The memory of the passionate kiss, the mix of emotions, and the unspoken words—all of it weighs heavily on your thoughts. Part of you knows that you need to have a conversation with Yoongi about what happened, to clarify your feelings and understand his intentions.

You make your way a few blocks to campus and enter the university library. The scent of books and hushed whispers surrounds you, creating an atmosphere of studious concentration. You're in dire need of a revitalizing tea, so you head to the library cafe to order one. While waiting for your tea, you call Hwasa, your trusted confidante, telling her that it's a "CODE RED," an urgent matter that requires her immediate attention. You know she's probably still in bed, but you can't wait to discuss this with her.

“Huh…Code Red?” Hwasa responds in a daze, words slurred. You think it's adorable.

"Ahn Hyejin, I need you to come to the library right now," you say, your voice carrying a mix of stern excitement and nervousness.

"Hmm? Addressing me with the govy name?! What's going on? Is this about some Harry Potter fanfiction again?" Hwasa's voice is groggy, clearly woken up by your urgent call.

"No, it's not about the Draco fic!...And that was ONE TIME! It's about... something else." You bite your lip, glancing around to make sure no one's eavesdropping on your conversation.

Hwasa, sensing that you are definitely serious about this code red call, responds with a more serious tone, "Alright, give me a second. I'll be there as soon as I can."

True to her word, Hwasa arrives shortly, looking a bit disheveled in her gray sweatpants and hoodie, but fully awake. You quickly fill her in on the events of the previous night, recounting everything you're able to remember—even the smallest details, thanks to your surprisingly sharp memory even when you're tipsy.

Hwasa's eyes widen with shock as she listens to your story. "Oh god, finally."

Confused, you raise an eyebrow. "Huh? What do you mean finally?"

Hwasa lets out a chuckle and shakes her head. "Honey, I'm gonna be honest with you. This man is clearly head over heels in love with you. Have you not seen the major heart eyes Min Yoongi has been giving you since I met you last year at the Fall Club Fair?"

Heart eyes? You're taken aback by her words, your mind racing to remember any instances where Yoongi might have displayed such feelings. Then you remember meeting Hwasa at the Fall club fair last year when you started college. Namjoon and Yoongi, both a year older than you, had been showing you and the other maknae line members around. Jimin and Jungkook had gotten caught up watching Hobi's street team dance performance. Namjoon, Jin, and Taehyung had been munching on food at some of the stalls. Meanwhile, Yoongi introduced you to the multicultural club booth, where you met Yijeong, Jieun, and Hwasa, who were giving away Korean goodies. You distinctly recall Yoongi wiping away some crumbs at the corner of your lips, an innocent gesture that Hwasa had clearly interpreted differently. For you, this was typical Yoongi showing his love language for his friends.

Hwasa grins mischievously as she continues, "Ever since then, I've seen the way he looks at you. Spring Fling too! Trust me, girl, those heart eyes don't lie."

You're a mix of emotions—surprised, flustered, and admittedly a little giddy. The idea that Yoongi might have feelings for you is both exhilarating and terrifying. You haven't allowed yourself to entertain such thoughts before, but now they're impossible to ignore.

Before you can say anything else, Hwasa leans in, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "So, what are you going to do about it?"

Your heart races as you contemplate the question. What are you going to do about it? It's a decision that could change the dynamics of your friendship with Yoongi forever. Not just him, but everyone in the house! As you sit there, lost in thought, you realize that you need more time to process everything that's happened. You look at Hwasa with a determined expression.

You hesitate, your mind racing with conflicting thoughts and emotions. "I mean, what would you do if you were in my position?" you finally ask, genuinely seeking her advice.

"Uh, date him?" Hwasa suggests with a casual shrug, as if it's the most obvious solution in the world. “There’s nothing stopping you from this, or is there…?”

You blink at her, your heart rate quickening. "Date Yoongi? But what about Jaebeom? I still am very much attracted to that man!" The idea seems both tempting and terrifying. There are so many reasons why it can't happen, with the main one being your lingering crush on Jaebeom. The other being related to two people you don’t want to think about much. 

Hwasa rolls her eyes, clearly unconvinced by your argument. "Oh, you're still hung up on that? Honey, have you not been listening to me? That guy is only looking to get his dick wet!"

You let out an exasperated sigh, feeling a mix of frustration and denial. "How sure are you about that? What if he actually likes me?"

Hwasa raises an eyebrow at you, her expression telling you that she's not buying your doubts. "I doubt it. Trust me, he doesn't do relationships from all the info I’ve heard. It's all about fun and games for him."

You press your lips together, torn between Hwasa's words of caution and the possibility that there might be more to Yoongi's intentions. It's a risk you're not sure you're ready to take, especially when your heart still flutters at the thought of Jaebeom.

Hwasa leans back, studying your conflicted expression. "Look, Honey, I'm not saying you should jump into anything. Take your time, figure out what you want. But don't dismiss Yoongi either. Sometimes, the best things are right in front of us, and after all that bullshit Joon and Jimin are pulling with the girlies they’re with…that thing you need might be Yoongi."

Her words resonate with you, and you sigh, nodding slowly as you hear her out. "Maybe, you're right. I'll take some time to think about it."

Hwasa smiles and pats your hand reassuringly. "That's all I'm asking for. Just promise me you won't close yourself off to these possibilities. And remember, I've got your back no matter what."

You manage a small smile in return, grateful for Hwasa's unwavering support. As you continue to chat, sharing your thoughts and concerns, you start to feel a bit more at ease. While the path ahead is uncertain, at least you have someone who's willing to listen and provide guidance.

As the conversation continues, you find yourself growing more introspective, contemplating the complexities of your feelings for both Yoongi and Jaebeom. It's a conversation that leaves you with a lot to consider, and as the afternoon sunlight filters through the library windows, you feel a renewed sense of clarity.

Eventually, you part ways with Hwasa, promising to keep her updated on any developments. Leaving the library, you take a deep breath of fresh air, feeling a bit of weight lifted off your shoulders. 

+++++++++++++++++++

October 8th (Monday)

On Monday, you walk into your Finance class, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness. As you enter the classroom, your eyes immediately search for JB. He's sitting in his usual spot, looking engrossed in his notebook. Taking a deep breath, you decide to sit next to him, despite the awkwardness you feel.

The lecture proceeds, and you find yourself trying to focus on the material, but your thoughts keep drifting back to the conversation you had with Hwasa. You're determined to be more present in the moment, but it's difficult when JB's mere presence beside you sends your heart racing.

Finally, the class comes to an end. As students start packing up their belongings, you take a deep breath and muster the courage to speak to JB.

 "Hey, JB," you begin, your voice a bit shaky. "I wanted to apologize for leaving you behind that night at the party. I wasn't feeling well, and Yoongi took me away to check-up on me."

JB glances at you briefly before shrugging nonchalantly. "It's whatever," he replies, his tone indifferent.

You're taken aback by his lack of reaction. You had expected some kind of response, maybe even a hint of annoyance, but his words are surprisingly dismissive. "I just wanted to make sure you didn't think I was intentionally blowing you off or anything."

JB raises an eyebrow, as if sizing you up. "Look, it's fine. I'm not really interested in talking to you anymore."

His words catch you off guard, and a strange mix of relief and disappointment washes over you. "Oh, um, okay then."

"Yeah, I figured you're probably busy with other stuff," JB says casually, as if he's already moved on.

“Other stuff? What are you talking about–”

JB doesn’t let you finish your question and instead, stands up, gathering his things. "Anyway, see you around."

You feel a pang of something – disappointment, perhaps – but it's not as sharp as you thought it would be. Maybe it's the newfound clarity you gained from talking to Hwasa, or maybe it's the fact that you've realized there was nothing truly tangible that could happen with JB. Though you are still confused by what he meant by that last remark, you decide to ignore it.

As JB walks away, you find yourself feeling strangely liberated.

After that interaction with him, you can't help but feel a newfound sense of empowerment and clarity. The conversation with Hwasa and the way JB's dismissal rolled off your shoulders made you realize that it's time to take control of your own feelings and decisions. With this determination in mind, you decide to follow Hwasa's advice and text Yoongi after your class.

You: Where are you right now?

 You type quickly, feeling a mix of nervousness and anticipation.

A few minutes later, your phone buzzes with a response. 

Yoongi: At Professor Kang's office, grading papers. He had to step out for a department meeting just now.

You: Stay where you are. I’m coming over there.

Taking a deep breath, you gather your things and head towards the Social Sciences building where Professor Kang's office is located. 

+++++++++++

You knock on the door, your heart beating faster as you wait for a response. The door opens, revealing Yoongi on the other side.

"Hey," you say softly, meeting his gaze.

"Hey," he replies, and you can sense a mixture of anticipation and something else in his eyes.

"Can we talk?" you ask, your voice steady despite the fluttering in your chest.

Yoongi steps aside, gesturing for you to enter the office. You step inside, and he closes the door behind you, the latch clicking softly, cocooning the two of you in this small space. Papers and books sprawl across the cluttered desk, lending the room a cozy, but somewhat chaotic, atmosphere. The soft, golden sunlight filtering through the outside trees adds a touch of tranquility to the space, as though it's caught in a moment of serene contemplation. 

You take a deep breath, facing Yoongi. "I've been thinking a lot about what happened on Friday," you begin, choosing your words carefully. "And I realize that I need to clarify my own feelings and thoughts."

Yoongi nods, his expression serious. "I've been waiting for you to bring this up," he admits. "I didn't want to push you into a conversation you weren't ready for."

You appreciate his understanding, and it gives you the courage to continue. "Thank you, Yoongs,” you say with a warm smile, your voice soft as you gather your thoughts. "I want to start by saying that I really enjoyed spending time with you on Friday," your cheeks flushing slightly with a delicate pink hue.

His eyes, like warm pools of caramel, meet yours, and he smiles. "I did too, probably the most fun I’ve had since the beginning of this semester." His voice is low and soothing, like a comforting melody in the background.

Your fingers trace patterns on the hem of your top, a nervous habit of yours activating as you are about to potentially initiate something you cannot change. "And after a lot of thinking," you begin slowly, "I wanted to ask you if we could start something…"

His curiosity piqued, Yoongi leans back against Professor Kang’s desk. "Spit it out, Sunshine," he encourages, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Like friends with benefits!" you finally let it out, the words hanging in the air, their weight palpable in the room. You can feel the soft breeze from the open window, a gentle reminder of the world outside, but for this moment, it's just the two of you, suspended in time.

Yoongi exhales, and moves to sit at the TA desk by the window.

 "Not what I thought you would say, but that doesn't sound like a bad idea given our circumstances."

You nod in agreement, feeling relieved that Yoongi is open to the idea. "I just think it could be fun and beneficial for both of us before we think about stepping into something more complex, y'know!" you say, trying to downplay the nerves that are still bubbling up inside of you.

Yoongi studies you for a moment, his eyes flickering with something you can't quite decipher.  “What about your crush on Jaebeom? Not trying to get with him anymore?” He asks.

“Well, he hates my guts since I left standing there on Friday when you dragged me away…so that’s done.”

He laughs lowly, “Well, I'm definitely interested if he’s not," he says and pauses briefly before saying the next thing on his mind. "But we should establish some ground rules first."

You nod again, eager to hear what he has to say. "Of course, whatever you think is necessary. I haven't done something like this since high school and you know how that went." 

You laughed nervously, recalling your unestablished situationship with Yeonjun that very much did not end well. You came crying to Namjoon, Jimin, and Yoongi that night when everything crashed down and they took you out for rolled ice cream.

Yoongi leans forward, his gaze intense. "First, we have to be completely honest with each other. If either of us starts to want something more from each other, we need to speak up immediately and decide what to do."

You nod, feeling a sense of relief wash over you at his words. "I agree, communication is key! What else do you think we should establish?"

"Second, we have to be safe," Yoongi continues, his voice serious. "We'll use protection when penetrating always, no exceptions. And we'll both get tested before we start anything."

You nod again, feeling grateful for Yoongi's responsible approach to this situation. "That makes sense, and I completely agree. Is there anything else?"

Yoongi leans back in his chair, his gaze flickering over your body. "Lastly," he says, his voice dropping to a whisper. "We have to be completely open with each other about our desires and boundaries. And we have to be willing to explore and experiment with each other."

You feel a shiver run down your spine at his words, your body responding to the promise of intimacy with Yoongi. "I am willing to do that," you reply, your voice husky with desire.

In that moment, your impulsive thoughts start advising you to do something you thought you would never do, and you listen. You walk towards Yoongi's desk and get on your knees in front of him, feeling emboldened by the conversation and agreement made. You realize what you're about to do is incredibly risky, but if you don't solidify this agreement now, when could you really? 

You reach for his thighs, your eyes never leaving his. Yoongi's gaze is intense as he looks down at you, your fingers gripping his thighs tightly.

"You’re really about to do this…right here?" he asks, his voice low and rough. "Are you sure about that?"

You nod, feeling a wave of desire wash over you. "I've never been more sure of anything," you reply, your fingers moving to the button of his jeans.

Yoongi lets out a low growl as you begin to unzip his pants, his eyes dark with desire. You take him in your hand, feeling him harden under your touch.

"Fuck," he mutters under his breath as you begin to stroke him slowly. "You really drive me crazy.  You know that, Sunshine?"

You smirk up at him for using your everyday nickname in this context, feeling a sense of power as you pleasure him with your hands. He's never been more vulnerable than he is right now, sitting in his Professor's semi public office trying to control his heavy breathing with your hand wrapped around his cock slowly stroking.

"Well this is my favorite way to drive someone crazy," you say as you lean forward and wrap your lips around the tip of his cock, his taste and smell is more intoxicating than expected. His hands immediately fall to your curls, gripping them tightly as you take him deeper into your mouth.

You begin to move your head up and down, your hand still stroking him in rhythm with the movement of your mouth. You feel him harden further, his cock twitching in your hands and his moans filling the air.

You pull your head back, your lips wet from his glistening precum. "But I can think of a couple of other ways as well."

Yoongi's eyes are dark with lust, his breathing ragged. You move your hands to the waistband of his jeans and underwear, pulling them down his hips and freeing him from any constraint. He kicks off his shoes and lifts his feet so you can pull his pants all the way off, your eyes never leaving his.

You take him in your mouth again and begin to suck him in earnest, feeling your own desire growing between your legs. You're not sure how much longer you can last before you need him inside of you. You can't do that here though, no matter how much your inner whore wants you to risk it all. Your tongue continues to dance around him, exploring every inch of his cock with new enthusiasm. Yoongi's fingers dig into your scalp again as he struggles to control his low moans, his legs shaking every time you flick your tongue against the head of his cock.

This is definitely the most interesting place you’ve ever given a blowjob.

Yoongi's hand leaves your scalp and moves down to your shoulder, gripping it tightly as he moves himself deeper into your mouth. His cock throbs in your mouth as the first wave of his orgasm overtakes him, strings of his glistening cum shooting into your throat and coating your tongue. The flavor of Yoongi’s cum on your tongue is salty and tangy, like a citrus cocktail with a kick. The taste and sensation of it is addicting. Being in the public place you are in, you decide to swallow his load down your throat and you continue to suck him until he is finished. Leaving no evidence of the events taking place.

Yoongi pulls you off of him gently, his lips curled up in a smirk. "I think you really need to stop now, or else I'm going to lose control," he says, his voice hoarse.

"Don’t worry! That's it from me," you reply, your words muffled slightly by the fact that Yoongi's cock is still partially in your mouth. "I just wanted to give you a taste of what's to come with this agreement."

You stand up and help him straighten his shirt, then you help him put his pants back on and button them up. He stands as well, his hands still shaking as he tucks himself back into his boxers.

Yoongi begins chuckling suddenly, "Yeah, we definitely can’t tell anyone about this too," he regards, his voice strained. He looks just as desperate as you feel.

You nod, still feeling lost in lust. “Absolutely not.”

"We're still friends at the end of the day and I don't want this to ruin that.” Yoongi nods, his expression serious. “We can't let this affect our group dynamic or make things awkward when we're all together."

You nod again, taking in his words. "Of course, taking this secret to the grave with you, bestie Yoongs.”

You grab some of the hand sanitizer on Professor Kang's desk and apply it to your hands covered in spit residue. You are going to wash your hands once you step out of this room and reflect on this insane action you just did here, you think to yourself. 

In the moment you're about to ask Yoongi about something related to your arrangement, you hear a knock at the door, startling you. Yoongi looks over at you with panic, his eyes wide. He signals you to sit in a nearby chair and walks toward the door. He opens it to find Hoseok holding a stapled paper stack.

"Hey Hyung!" Hoseok says with his characteristic low yet excited voice. "Just wanted to come by to drop off one of my assignments for Professor Kang. I wanted to come earlier, but I got sidetracked by the dance team..." Hoseok's words drift away as he look behind Yoongi and sees you sitting down.

"Oh, Honey?" Hoseok calls out using your household nickname. “You're here too?" 

"Yeah…Just came by to drop off an iced americano for Yoongi to motivate him to finish his TA duties." You brush off the obvious lust on your face and try to look like you're not involved in anything. You sit there upright, hoping Hoseok would go with the flow. But he continues to be lost in thought. “I gotta go meet up with Jungkook, so I’ll excuse myself!” 

You get up from your seat and scurry out of the office without Yoongi getting the chance to say ‘see you at home!’

After a bit of silence, Hoseok's attention whips to Yoongi, a stern expression on his face. "So what's going on here, Yoongi?"

“Nothing related to whatever you’re thinking.”

Hoseok's eyebrows raise, his expression becoming more serious. "Really? Because from where I'm standing, it looks like something's been going on. You've been acting different, and her being in Kang’s office all alone with you and then she runs off?” He laughs, “Hyung! I've known you for years. You can't hide much from me."

Yoongi lets out a deep sigh, realizing that Hoseok won't be easily brushed off. He leans against his desk, arms crossed. “Hope, It's not like that.."

Hoseok nods knowingly. "Complicated, huh? Does it have anything to do with why you've been looking so love-struck lately?"

Yoongi's cheeks flush with embarrassment, however the setting sun radiating shades of red and orange into the office manage to camouflage the blush. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Hoseok chuckles, clearly enjoying teasing his friend. "Come on, Yoongi. You’ve been acting a little too excited since your Saturday morning breakfast feast? That was definitely meant for us."

Yoongi rubs his temples, a sign that he's growing frustrated. "Hoseok, can we not do this right now?”

Hoseok sighs, his playful demeanor softening into genuine concern. "Alright, Hyung! I won't push you further. Just remember, I'm here for you if you ever want to talk about it. And, you know, I can keep a secret."

Yoongi manages a small, appreciative smile. "Sure, Hope. I appreciate that."

Hoseok claps him on the back and back out the door way. "No problem, hyung. Just take your time, but don't take too long. Life's too short to be indecisive. He might decide to actually take her if you don’t."

Confusion clouds Yoongi's expression. "What? Who are you talking about?"

Hoseok grins mischievously as he opens the office door. "Oh, you'll figure it out, Hyung. Just remember what I said." With that, he exits the room, leaving Yoongi to ponder his cryptic words.

As the door closes behind Hoseok, Yoongi can't help but replay the events of the past few days in his mind. Hoseok's words about his own behavior and the warning about someone elses’ interest in you adds another layer of complexity to an already tangled situation.

 Is it about Namjoon? He thinks back to Saturday morning when Hoseok brought back Namjoon from wherever he was last Friday night. Namjoon ate some of the breakfast he made and didn’t come out of his room the whole weekend. Jimin doesn’t seem to be much of a concern right now despite him being suspicious of him too. Yoongi doubts anyone in the house would be trying to make a move on you. Well, there is Jungkook who is clingy to you on a normal basis but that doesn’t seem likely.  While Yoongi has been wanting this for a long time, was this agreement a bad idea after all? With a sigh, Yoongi returns to his desk, knowing that he has a lot to think about.

[luxekook]

prologue.

⇥ pairing: taehyung x reader; eventual bts/ot7 x reader

⇥ genre: college au with fluff, smut & angst

⇥ summary: a series in which the reader meets (and falls for) seven members of the Beta Tau Sigma (BTS) fraternity

⇥ word count: 1.8k

⇥ warnings: 18+, cursing, dirty talk, kissing, deception, taehyung with blue hair (aka LETHAL)

© luxekook. please do not repost, modify, edit or translate.

characters | prologue | one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine

PROLOGUE

Spring of Sophomore Year - 11:52pm

"If it gets any hotter in here, we'd need jackets to enter the fucking gates of Hades."

My stellar observation goes by unappreciated, but I'm not shocked. The music thumps heavily through the house at a deafening decibel and the only methods of communication are screaming or sign language - I had done neither.

Earlier, when my roommate Luna told me about this particular party, I had hesitations for several reasons:

This party is being held at the Beta Tau Sigma (BTS) house - a house known for its wild parties, excessive drinking, and dangerously attractive brothers.

I am not a huge fan of the aforementioned features or the trouble that always seems to accompany them.

It's Harry Potter Weekend and I am going to miss the fucking Goblet of Fire for this.

Long story short, Luna convinced me to go with her with promises of pizza and our own Harry Potter marathon tomorrow. Her promises in mind, I square my shoulders and motion for Luna to follow me to the slightly quieter kitchen on the other side of the living room.

As we cross the crowded room, Luna tugs on my wrist and tilts her head subtly towards the corner where four very large, very attractive guys are playing a rowdy game of beer pong, while three (equally attractive) others lounge against the wall watching. Taking a closer look, I notice that the two at the far end of the table seem to be winning. The one with light pink hair takes his shot and curses loudly when he misses. Annoyed, the other shoves him out of the way, lines up to shoot, and pauses. Our eyes meet.

A shiver runs down my spine as his dark gaze rests on me. His jaw is clenched and chiseled, his lips are set firmly but wickedly full. His black t-shirt stretches over wide, solid shoulders and I can almost make out the muscles that ripple beneath. His right arm is still poised to take his shot, and I can't help but notice how his bicep strains the fabric of his sleeve and how his large, tanned hand completely dwarfs the pong ball.

I barely remember to breathe as I realize his gaze is making his own assessment of me. I can feel his dark eyes rake over me, and it makes my skin buzz. His eyes trail over my black crop top down to my ripped black jeans, and blatantly checks out my legs.

Suddenly, his pink-haired partner elbows him, shattering our little moment. Shakily taking a breath, I turn to Luna who has an eyebrow raised at me. She grabs my hand and practically drags me into the kitchen. I sip my drink and fight the urge to look back.

The minute we enter the mostly empty kitchen, Luna whips around to face me, "Were you just openly eye-fucking Kim Taehyung, (y/n)?" I choke on my beer.

"Who?" I croak, still coughing to clear my windpipe of what I'm certain is shitty Natty Light. Rolling her eyes, Luna shakes her head at me like a disappointed parent, "Kim Taehyung. You know, the pledge master for BTS? Was just with his frat brother Park Jimin?"

She pauses dramatically, seeming to be waiting for some kind of response. I stare at her blankly.

Scoffing, Luna continues, "They were the ones playing pong just now, dumbass. The blue-haired one is Taehyung. You know, the one you were mentally undressing-"

"Okay," I cut her off, "I'm sorry to say that I haven't paid much attention to the members of our 'legendary' fraternities."

Pretending like I never interrupted, she resumes, "-with your eyes. Everyone knows who they are. You just live under a rock that you call the library..."

I close my eyes and pray for deliverance as Luna trails off.

"Can I get you another drink?" A deep voice definitely not belonging to Luna breaks the short silence. Opening my eyes, my vision focuses on the voice's source – a cute BTS pledge. His eyes are focused entirely on Luna, who suddenly seems unnaturally shy. She sends me a searching look, and I nod in response. Smiling, she turns back to the boy, "Yeah, I'm Luna by the way, and this is (y/n)."

“Jaehyun," he answers, giving me a head tilt while placing a palm on Luna's back. He slowly guides her from the kitchen towards where the keg was in the living room. Sending a glance over her shoulder, Luna meets my eyes and I wave my phone at her as a silent reminder to update me. She winks and disappears into the living room.

Sighing, I lift myself onto the kitchen counter to give my feet some reprieve from these heeled boots and reapply my blood red lipstick using my phone camera. Satisfied, I check the time.

12:01am. Not nearly late enough for Luna to want to leave - especially now...

Suddenly, a now-familiar buzz sizzles across my skin. Drawing my gaze up from my phone, two unopened cans of beer held by long, strong fingers meet my vision. I drag my eyes up past thick wrists and corded arms. Up goes my gaze past flexed biceps, across a broad chest, and finally my eyes meet his.

He looms over me, all broad and imposing.

"Hey," his husky voice - just slightly deeper, raspier than Jaehyun's - murmurs, "I'm Taehyung. I brought this for you."

Taehyung's intimidating; his stare is direct and unwavering. Heat rolls off him in waves, and if this party was hotter than hell, that must make him the devil.

Our fingers brush as I accept his slightly outstretched offering, and I swear I would feel the reoccurring zings for the next week. "Hey, thank you. I'm, uh..." I trail off, Taehyung's dark eyes staring at me from this close make me seem to lose all power of speech. God, do eyes that color really exist? Apparently, they do – deep brown mixed with flecks of amber, hypnotizing.

I clear my throat and try to force my last two brain cells to work together, "I'm (y/n)."

He's smirking slightly now, the gesture pulling forth the cutest flush of pink in his cheeks, "Nice to meet you, (y/n)." And I swear he says my name like he's caressing it, tasting it for the first time.

Damn, he's unholy. Where is my snarky, inner bad bitch when I need her?

"Did you win your game? Seems like you might have been a little... distracted," I smirk, there she is. I crack open my beer and revel in the emitting hiss.

A flicker of heat bursts through those brown eyes as he leans closer still, enveloping me with his intoxicating cologne. He smells like autumn woods with a hint of fresh lemon; he smells like trouble.

Taehyung sets his beer down and places his arms on either side of me - caging me in. "Things were going just fine 'til this girl came strutting through the room in some tight fucking jeans," his tongue flicks over his lower lip, "So, yeah, you could say I got a little distracted."

"I do not strut," I object, narrowing my eyes at him - daring him to contradict me.

He's undeterred, "Yeah, you do, jagi." His eyes are full of mirth and he's clearly enjoying getting a reaction from me, "It's hot."

I bristle, unsure if I should accept that 'compliment' at face value, "Does this work on most girls? You know, the whole cornering her while you give her lame compliments thing?"

He looks surprised for a second, but then his head tilts back and he lets out one of the most endearing laughs I've ever heard - all unrestrained and unabashed pleasure.

Still chuckling, he tilts his head, eyes darting all over my face - lingering on my lips, "Where did you come from, (y/n)?"

Within seconds we're making out like unsupervised high school students, right in the middle of the damn kitchen. I let out an embarrassing moan when he bites my bottom lip then sucks on it. Expertly coaxing my lips apart, his tongue meets mine in a feverish tangle while his hands grip my waist - pulling me into him.

The way that Kim Taehyung kisses is unlike anything I've ever experienced. It's hot and demandingly deliberate with a possessiveness that sends a ripple of electricity through me. I'm playing with fire, making out with him, but at this moment I can't find it in me to give a single fuck.

Blazing lips suck and bite at the side of my neck and –

"(y/n)?"

The franticly questioning voice draws nearer as I open my eyes and tear myself away from Taehyung's wicked mouth. Luna's there, peering around Taehyung's shoulder, and I can immediately tell that something is seriously wrong.

Shoving Taehyung away from me, I jump down from the counter and stumble - completely forgetting I was in three-inch heeled boots. Taehyung’s hands shoot out around my waist to stabilize me, "Whoa, easy there, (y/n)."

"Get your lecherous paws off her, Kim," my eyes dart to Luna, shocked at her tone but proud of her vocabulary, "(y/n), we have to go."

"What's going on?" I'm at a loss, and I hate it, "Are you okay? Where's Jaehyun? Do I need to chop his dick off?"

Taehyung lets out a choking sound beside me, but I pay him no mind - chicks before dicks, hoes before bros, besties before testes, etc. etc.

"What I'm planning is much worse," Luna mutters with a strange glint in here eye as she pulls me away from Taehyung and levels him with an icy stare, "Listen, Kim, I know all about your little task for the pledges. Seriously, forcing them to get with as many girls as possible before they get their letters? Are you that much of a chauvinistic asshole?"

I whip around to face Taehyung, who seems to have become intensely interested in his beer, "Is this true?" He says nothing. I stalk up to him, shoving a finger in his chest, "Is. It. True."

His beautiful, guilty eyes flicker up to meet mine, and my heart sinks.

"Fuck. You." My words come out as a whisper but are still vicious enough to make Taehyung stagger back.

With that, Luna and I stalk out of the party - heads held high and arms linked.

Returning to our dorm, we make a pact to avoid all frat boys and christen it with pizza. She never tells me how she found out about the stupid pledge task; I'm smart enough to know that she must have had her reasons.

But I wasn't smart enough to stop thinking about Kim Taehyung.

I played with fire.

I should have known I'd get burned.

[jmnjmnjmn]

Being Friendly | Jikook x Reader oneshot teaser

Being Friendly a.k.a. 31 Days To Get Over A Crush

Pairing: Fratboy!Jimin x Sororitygir!Reader x Fratboy!Jungkook

Side: Fratboys!BTS, Sororitygirls!BLACKPINK

Key words: pov, f2l, university life, greek life

Warnings: heavy drinking, jealousy

Masterlist

It’s coming very soon and I like it a lot.

“Why are you here?” She finally asked me, still smiling, but no longer chuckling.

“I wanted to talk to you.” I said, stepping closer once again. “About last night.”

“What about it?” She asked, cocking her eyebrow at me.

“I liked it.” I said leaning my face closer to hers, putting my hands on either sides of her shoulders on the wall behind her.

“Mhm.” I sighed at her half-ass answer. “And?” This time I raised my eyebrow at her teasingly.

“And I wanna do it again.” I said, looking deeply into her shining eyes.

“Why don’t you?” My body reacted faster than my brain when I heard her words. Within a second our lips were connected again and I was tasting the sweet cherry taste of her chapstick.

“Wait.” She breathed out against my lips and I pulled away, only a centimeter. “I don’t- I don’t wanna be fuck buddies or anything like that. I’m not really-”

“Me neither.” I cut her off, scanning her face hungrily.

“Then what do you want?” She asked and I smiled at the pleading audible in her voice.

“I wanna be exclusive.” I cupped her face in my hands. “With you.”

[baepsaets]

The Call

(a/n: thank you all for 4k, and happy birthday jk! to celebrate, here’s a oneshot i’ve had typed out for a bit but didn’t want to post just yet. i’m working on a collection of oneshots that will all loosely be connected, all of them frat!jungkook related. they are all stand-alone, although they exist in the same universe).

summary: the only time you take the obnoxious frat boy from your chemistry class seriously is when he calls to tell you your close friend is having a bad trip at a party.

warnings: drug use mention (but not jk or the reader - and yes, this drabble is inspired by a true story. party safe lovelies!), enemies to friends to lovers (but just the friends part in this fic) (although jk is jealous lmao)

Frat Drabble: 4.3k

Your bare feet pounded on concrete as you ran down the block, glancing at your phone to check the time. It had been three minutes since Jeon Jungkook had called you from your friend’s phone.

It was a Friday night, which meant you’d had a hot date with your couch and Netflix, enjoying the time you got the spend alone while your roommate went out. When your friend had called you half-past midnight while you were in the middle of your latest binge, you’d been surprised, but answered anyway. “Hey, what’s up?”

“Uh, (Y/N)?”

Your blood went sluggish. The voice on the other end of the phone was male, and definitely didn’t belong to your friend. “Who is this?”

“It’s Jungkook. From Chem 201?”

Jeon Jungkook. The current bane of your existence—or at least, the bane of your chemistry class. He was seated next to you, and with an assigned seating chart, there was no way to avoid him.

The two of you had admittedly started off on the wrong foot. He’d caught you in a bad mood, but then had matched that mood with his own. But it wasn’t your fault that he was completely intolerable. Just a stupid, smug frat guy. He was probably going to school on his dad’s paycheck and didn’t care about failing. He certainly didn’t care about passing, from what you’d seen of his test results before he’d shoved them into his cluttered backpack.

It had all happened because he’d sat in your seat. From then on, it was like the guy had developed a special grudge against you. And you, who was a good student—you, who had to work hard to maintain a scholarship. You—who was sarcastic and could come off as a little bitchy—yes, you—were all too willing to respond in kind.

First, it had been the man-spreading. Jeon Jungkook sat like he had the biggest elephant nuts of the century. He sat with one leg pressed against you, the other stretched out lax in front of him. It was the touching that bothered you. Jungkook created heat like a furnace, and you didn’t like being touching by people you didn’t know or like. So, you scrunched away from him, curling around the other armrest until your other seat neighbor glared at the both of you. Your row already had such limited space. It was a lecture hall, for God’s sake.

Not to mention all the women that flocked to his seat. You’d had to ask more than one girl to move after coming into class and finding them surrounding him, like he was God’s gift to women. As if. Sure, the guy was nice to look at, but he knew it, and his confidence bordered on an arrogance that made your blood boil. It only got worse when he watched you shoo them away—smirking, knowing it annoyed you. A type of smirk that said, “Don’t you wish you were them?”

No, you self-assured motherfucker. Quit looking at me like that.

Then, it had been the pen clicking—fuck, the pen clicking. Murder was imminent. By the second week, Jungkook had figured out that you hated pen clicking, so that’s exactly what he did.

After that came the Hydroflask Incident. Namely, Jungkook had spilled almost his entire hydroflask on your backpack. That was the worst one. All of your surrounding seatmates had gasped in horror and let you used their desks to air out your papers, which were almost soaked. Luckily, you hadn’t had any textbooks in your backpack at the time. Jungkook had apologized for that one, even looked a little guilty, but it didn’t matter—Jeon Jungkook was obviously the scum of the universe, and you would never accept any apology from him even if he begged you on his knees. He was trash, and that was that. You didn’t waste time on trash.

His face flashed in your mind—wide-eyed, soft-lipped. Why was he calling you from your friend’s phone? They weren’t hooking up, were they? The thought filled you with unexpected horror. “Where’s (Y/Fr/N)?”

There was a deep sigh. It really wasn’t fair that he sounded so good over the phone—everyone sounded ugly over the phone. It was the law! “Listen—she’s in pretty bad shape right now. She came to a party at my frat house and she ended up—maybe taking something?”

You sat up straight on the couch. (Y/Fr/N)? Yeah, she did some wild shit, but she’d never been a drug user. Hell, she’d tried pot back in high school and hadn’t even liked it.

“Taking something? Like what?”

“Uh—shrooms?”

You jaw dropped. Whatever Netflix show you’d been watching turned into static background noise. “What?”

“It was an accident! She was drunk and I think some guy offered her some, and she ate them without realizing it. I’ve got her cornered in my bedroom, but she’s having a really bad trip.”

That was all it took to get you scrambling to your feet. You were wearing a loose shirt and panties, but you tugged on a useless pair of sleep shorts while keeping the phone pressed to your ear with your shoulder.

“Do we need to call 911? Does she need a hospital—?”

“It’s not that bad—,”

“Not that bad? How do you know that? What if it was laced with something and she dies?”

This was so fucking typical. Jeon Jungkook, frat guy extraordinaire, not caring about a girl getting drugged in his own house. Why even call if he was going to act like it wasn’t a big deal?

“It’s not—,”

“This is your frat house, Jungkook! You’re responsible for what happens in it!”

“I fucking know that!” he finally snapped. You went silent in shock. “I know that, okay? We’re all freaking out right now and we already shut down the party! Jesus, Jimin broke that guy’s nose once we found out! I’m calling you because while I was looking through her phone to find someone to come help us, your name was the only one I recognized.”

You bit your lip, chastened. “What’s the address?”

“I’ll text it to you right now. Just—get here soon, okay? I’m afraid she’ll hurt herself.”

This was your worst nightmare, you realized. Something bad like this happening to someone you loved. You didn’t open up easy, so the people you did care about, you cared about hard.

“Has she thrown up?”

“I thought about making her, but I’ll be honest, I don’t know how to handle a situation like this. Alcohol and weed are the only stuff we allow on our property, so whoever this guy was, he snuck in.”

You slipped on your flipflops and dashed out the door. You were surprised to see Jungkook’s frat house was only several blocks away. Perfect, because you didn’t want to wait for an Uber, if you were even lucky enough to find one at this hour. You ran a hand through your hair and tried to shape it into something presentable. Had you showered today? No, you hadn’t. But that didn’t matter.

“Just—sit with her until I get there. Please.”

“I already have been,” he said, surprisingly gentle. “I got her some water and tried to get her to eat, but she wouldn’t take anything from me. She can’t recognize any of us, and she’s scared to death. That’s why I decided to call a friend in her phone. I don’t know anything about her family and didn’t want to immediately call the police and get us all busted. The guy swore up and down it was just shrooms before we kicked him out.”

“Maybe the police are what that guy deserves,” you huffed, pressing the button for the elevator. You lived on the seventh floor and planned to sprint the entire way there, so you might as well conserve your energy.

His silence was telling, until, “If she wants to contact the police after this, we’ll help her.”

Your jaw dropped. You knew damn well that half the people that went to his frat’s parties were underaged, drunk and maybe worse. Calling the police would get everyone in a lot of shit. Some of them might even get expelled, arrested.

Frankly, you had expected him to beg you not to let that happen. His easy compliance shocked you.

Along with his easy compliance, his compassion shocked you as well. He said he’d been trying to care for your friend before calling you, which was more than you expected from some random frat guy who didn’t know her from Eve. A surprisingly kind gesture, from someone who had only shown you distain.

“Well,” you grunted, after collecting yourself. “We’ll see what she says. I’ll be there in five minutes.”

You hung up without another word. The elevator was approaching the first floor, and when it opened, you sprinted out of the lobby and down the street, following the path Google Maps had given you.

You were completely out of breath by the time you found his frat. You’d lost your flipflops somewhere after the first block. It was an old, big house—almost mansion-like. Beer bottles and plastic cups were littered across the lawn, signs of a party ended too quickly. You bounded to the front door and knocked loudly.

No reply. You knocked again, longer. Nothing. You were ready to try the door handle when it turned, and the door was pulled back.

A hard-faced and intimidating boy opened the door an inch. He looked young, but still a little older than Jungkook. He stared at you in frustrated annoyance.

“We said the party’s over.”

“I’m (Y/Fr/N)’s friend,” you panted. “Jungkook called me.”

Immediately, the boy’s face morphed into one of relief. He swung open the door, and you realized he had bright blue hair. “Thank God. I’m sorry. I thought you were here for the party.”

Your lip curled in disgust at the though. “Well, I’m not. Excuse me.”

You shouldered him out of the way a bit, taking in the space. It was definitely a frat house. It smelled like an aging brewery. There were several other men in the room who openly stared at you. For a moment, you were embarrassed by your attire, but the moment passed quickly.

“Where’s Jungkook?” you asked the room. Several of them pointed to a staircase in the corner. “Thank you.”

You took the stairs two at a time before almost running into someone at the top. He must have been waiting for you. For the first time, the sight of Jeon Jungkook filled you with complete joy and relief. His face, in comparison, was more shocked and horrified.

“Jesus, (Y/N)—where are your shoes?”

“Where is she?”

“You’re barely dressed—,”

“Jungkook.”

He sighed, accepting defeat. “She’s in my room, this way.”

Jungkook led you down the dark and empty hallway until you came to a door. It had several posters hanging on it, but you didn’t know of what. He pressed his ear to the door for a moment to listen before finally opening it, sensing your worried impatience.

The light was off. You got a sense of a modest-sized space, painted a dark color. There was a desk with a wicked gaming center set up on it, a dresser, and—there, a bed. You could see a shapeless lump on it that turned into a person the harder you stared.

“Hey, (Y/Fr/N),” you said, soothingly. She was curled up in a ball at the foot of the bed, head buried in the blanket. You turned to Jungkook. “Could you give us some privacy?”

His face creased. “She might get violent.”

“That’s okay, I’ll be fine.”

Your friend looked up when she started to register your voice, and said, “(Y/N)!”

She scrambled off the bed and threw herself at you. Jungkook tensed, and moved almost as if to defend you, but all your friend did was collapse in your embrace and begin to sob. She blubbered something, but you couldn’t make out what she was saying. You were certain it had something to do with whatever hallucinations her bad trip was producing.

Jungkook looked at her guiltily. “Has she ever taken anything like this?”

“She’s smoked some weed, but nothing more serious.”

You led your friend to the bed and helped her lie down, still shaking and sobbing. You held her hand and she gripped you tightly, like she was afraid you would let go.

“It’s okay,” you reassured her, keeping your voice calm and steady without being too sappy. “I know it’s bad right now, but you’re safe. I’m here with you, and this will be over soon.”

You laid down until you were across from her, watching her rock back and forth. You used your thumb to wipe her wet face. “Jungkook—could you bring me some tissues?”

You didn’t look as he left, or when he came back. He handed you a roll of toilet paper.

“Sorry,” he muttered. “It’s all we have.”

“It’s fine,” you assured him, voice still soft. You didn’t see it, but Jungkook’s gaze lingered on you, suddenly struck by your kindness. In class, you were often so cold and reserved. It was startling for him to see you so suddenly and painfully human.

He felt guilty for thinking that. He wasn’t going to lie and pretend he liked you, but he didn’t not like you, which you seemed to assume.

It was like you purposefully made yourself hard to get along with. Jungkook was an easygoing guy—maybe a little introverted, but friendly, at least. At first, he’d thought you were that way too. Until he very quickly realized you were just stuck-up and mean.

Well, that was harsh. You weren’t mean, and if you were, it was because he messed with you. To be honest, he couldn't actually pinpoint exactly why he liked doing that. Sometimes, it was just nice to get underneath your skin. To see your perfect composure crack, with just the clicking of his pen.

He just wished you didn’t look at him like he was a bug to be squished underneath your shoe.

Jungkook didn’t consider himself a frat guy, whatever that was. He was a guy, and he was in a frat. Why did putting those two together suddenly erase every other part of his personality? Before, he was Jeon Jungkook—kind, honest, handsome, talented, funny. But now, he’s Jeon Jungkook—frat guy.

That was the only part you seemed to care about. Why should he be compelled to think any kinder about you? To him, you were just a judgmental, possibly even cold-hearted classmate.

But that was before—before he saw you like this. Before he watched you wipe snot from your friend’s nose with your sleeve when the toilet paper wasn’t doing the job. He sank to the floor, mollified with the knowledge that your friend probably wasn't going to attack you at any given moment.

You wiped the snot from your friend’s nose, and the drool from her mouth. You tried to wipe off her smudged and running makeup as best as you could. She was still sniffling, eyes shut tight like she was afraid to open them.

After what must have been at least an hour, her trembling stopped. Her hand was lax in your own, and her breathing evened out. She had finally, finally fallen asleep, while you murmured reassurances into the still space between her face and your own.

You observed her, making sure she didn’t look sick or sallow. Making sure she was still breathing. Your own eyes were dry and stinging, but you weren’t tired enough to sleep. Another half-hour went by like this, until you felt confident enough to extract her hand from your own and carefully climb off the bed.

Your body was slightly sore, and you turned to stretch—and saw Jungkook asleep by the door, body slumped forward.

You stopped. He looked softer in his sleep. His face was suddenly round and painfully young. His mouth was open slightly, air whistling between his lips. His hair was stuck up in front from constantly running his hand through it, and his skin was paler—too pale. His dark circles stood out. He was still wearing jeans and a t-shirt, which you assumed he’d been wearing at the party.

A glance at your phone confirmed that it was only three in the morning. You walked back around the bed and covered your friend with the blanket, making sure she was comfortable. You gently removed her shoes. She snuggled deeper into the pillow, still clinging to sleep.

You moved back toward the door. You crouched down until you were close to Jungkook’s face.

“Hey,” you whispered, reaching out to poke his shoulder gently. He jumped suddenly, whacking his head against the door.

He gasped in pain while you cringed for him. Reaching up, you cradled the back of his head and rubbed gently to help with the pain. It was a sudden, intimate gesture, but you were still in mothering mode. He allowed it, staring sleepily into the dark. You glanced back at your friend to make sure she hadn’t been woken by the thud.

“Can we step outside?” you asked, voice still low. He winced and nodded, climbing unsteadily to his feet. The two of you slipped outside, leaving your friend comfortable and still asleep in the bed.

The hallway was pitch black, but you could see light coming from the bottom of the staircase. Jungkook slipped his hand in your own and led you in that direction. His hand was warm and slightly rough, and you squeezed it subconsciously. He squeezed back. In the darkness of the hallway, so late at night, and after dealing with such a scary and pressing situation, almost nothing felt real—it was almost like a strange dream.

He let go of your hand at the bottom of the staircase. You let him.

A lamp glowed dimly in the corner. In the living room was another boy. You recognized him as the one who had answered the door. He was lounging on the couch, scrolling through his phone. He jerked up when he saw you.

“Is she okay?” he asked, speaking in a whisper. Like it was too late at night and the room was too empty to use a regular speaking voice.

“I think she’ll be fine,” you replied. “She’s gotten past the worst of it, and now she’s asleep. I wanted to grab her a glass of water for when she wakes up.”

You turned toward Jungkook. “Where’s your kitchen?”

The other boy jumped off the couch before he could reply. “I’ll show you.”

“Taehyung,” Jungkook said, lowly. Almost gruffly. His morning voice? “I’ve got it.”

Taehyung stopped and raised an eyebrow. He eyed Jungkook, suspiciously. Something passed between the two of them, but you were too tired and mentally occupied to focus on it.

You tugged on the sleeve of Jungkook’s shirt and demanded, “Kitchen.”

The weird eye contact between Jungkook and Taehyung was broken, and he turned to you. “Yeah, it’s this way.”

He led you, but Taehyung followed anyway. The kitchen was modest and much cleaner than you expected. As if sensing your surprise, Jungkook snorted.

“You really think we’re animals, don’t you?” he asked. He opened a cabinet and grabbed a glass, while you flushed.

“I don’t,” you defended. You were feeling a bit ashamed. You’d thought some harsh things about Jungkook, and even if you hadn’t said them out loud, they still influenced how you’d treated him. Tonight, you’d gotten an opportunity to see a different side of him—one that you hadn’t allowed yourself to see before.

Suddenly, everything he’d ever done to you felt petty. So, what, he clicked his pen? He spilled water on your backpack? What did stuff like that matter? Why had you let it affect you so much?

“Yes, you do,” he replied. “You’re always so quick to think the worst of us.”

“Bold statement to make from a boy whose frat hosted the party my friend was drugged at.”

He and Taehyung winced, but then so did you. You could recognize a low blow, even if you were the one that had delivered it. There must be something wrong with you. Hadn’t you just been thinking you were being a huge bitch?

“I’m sorry,” you apologized, immediately. “I know that’s not the whole picture. I didn’t mean for it to sound that judgmental.”

Jungkook stared, and you flushed. “I mean—I know I can do that. Be more judgmental than I realize. And it’s true that sometimes I’m more inclined to think badly of you. But I know that’s just me being a bitch about it.”

“You don’t have to apologize,” Taehyung butted in, drawing your attention and Jungkook’s ire. “This is our frat, and it’s our fault something like this happened. We should be more careful about who we invite and who we let in.”

Taehyung moved until he was standing next to you and continued. “It’s easy to have a negative opinion on frat life. I’m sorry that we had to prove you right tonight.”

Your flush deepened, but this time because of attention instead of embarrassment. Christ, where had Jungkook been hiding such a handsome and well-spoken frat brother? If you’d met him first instead of Jeon, maybe your opinion on frat life wouldn’t be so negative.

Jungkook narrowed his eyes at the interaction. It made his skin tingle and his chest burn. He filled the glass he’d gotten with water and thrusted it toward you. “Here. We should go back up.”

Taehyung looked at him in confusion as you took the glass. “Just stay down here and sleep on the couch with me, man. I was gonna stay to get an early start on cleaning tomorrow morning.” He looked at you suddenly. “What did you say your name was again?”

“She didn’t,” Jungkook said, at the same time you replied, “(Y/N).”

Taehyung smiled. It was boxy. Adorable. “(Y/N) and (Y/Fr/N) can sleep in your bed, and you can sleep down here with me. Right?”

Jungkook frowned. “I’m fine on the floor. I want to be there if something happens.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but Jungkook shot you such a sudden glare that your teeth snapped shut. Taehyung eyed him again, except this time in amusement.

“Okay,” he shrugged. He looked back at you and smiled, but there was something more to it—it was playful, teasing. “Thank you for coming over, (Y/N). You’re a devoted friend.”

You smiled at the compliment. “I’m just doing what I’m supposed to do.”

“You’re doing a lot more than a lot of people would be willing,” he corrected, making your smile widen.

“Yeah, she’s great,” Jungkook snapped, sarcastically. “We need to go back.”

You narrowed you eyes at him, but let it go. It was time to let it all go. You were tired of being bitter and thinking you were justified for it. 

The three of you wished each other good night before Jungkook took you back to his room, hand on the small of your back while you climbed the dark staircase. You stopped near the top, where it was still bright enough to see most of his face.

“You okay?” he asked, concerned. You nodded and looked away.

“Yeah, I just—,” and you stopped, unsure. “I’m sorry, I’m so bad at this. But I just feel like I owe you an apology.”

His jaw dropped. “What?”

You sighed. Did he have to be so dramatic? This was already hard for you. “I meant what I said earlier, about thinking the worst of you. When we first met, I was already in a super bad mood. We got off on the wrong foot.” You looked at his face. “I definitely thought you were just some ignorant fuckboy frat guy, but worse than that, I really didn’t try to see you as anything else. I accepted my bad impression of you and let it color my judgment toward everything you did. That was wrong of me.”

You glanced down the hallway, toward his room. “Thank you for calling me. I’m really grateful you were able to take care of (Y/Fr/N) before I got here. You didn’t have to do that. She’s not even your friend.”

Jungkook watched your face closely as you continued. “So, what I’m really trying to say is—I’m sorry for being rude. I’m sorry for not taking the time to get to know you. And I’m sorry for not giving you a chance. It’s a bad reflection of my character. Thank you for putting up with me, and thank you for helping me tonight.”

You waited a bit in stuffy silence. You weren’t sure what you were expecting—for him to laugh in you face, maybe. For him to at least acknowledge your apology. You were getting nervous until he finally said, “I’m sorry, too,”

You let out a surprised noise, and he continued. “You’re not the only guilty one. I did the exact same thing. I didn’t take the time to get to know you because I thought you weren't worth getting to know. I thought you were rude and uptight, and I went out of my way to annoy you because of it. That was wrong of me and I was being a huge dick. It wasn’t until tonight that I saw you as like, an actual person.”

“What did you see me as before?” you asked, slightly amused.

“I don’t know. A robot or something.” At your offended look, he was quick to continue. “But no offense! You’re just always in class, always paying super close attention, never talking. Sometimes, I don’t even think you breathe.”

You tried to find it in yourself to be offended, but then—you laughed. You laughed hard enough to make the water in the glass you were holding slosh precariously, and until finally, Jungkook laughed too.

“Yeah,” you agreed, still chuckling. “I’m sorry. I take myself a little too seriously sometimes.”

“That’s not a bad thing,” he said. “I probably don’t take myself seriously enough. I know I’m goofy, but my grades—,” and here he stopped, grimacing, “—are bad. Really bad. Especially in chemistry.”

“I can help you out, if you want,” you offered. It was time to start wrapping up your conversation. You didn’t want to leave your friend alone for much longer. “We can study together.”

He seemed shocked. “Really?”

“Totally,” you agreed. “I mean, I suck at chemistry too. Maybe we can help each other.”

Jungkook stared at you a moment longer. If seeing you act kind with your friend had been a shocker, this was somehow even worse—seeing you actively friendly. He was certain, after tonight, and after your apology, that your cold and anti-social persona hide a surprisingly welcoming and caring heart. How willfully blind he must have been to have missed it.

Then he smiled, almost shyly. A surprising bunny smile, very different from the smug one he usually wore in class. “Yeah. Maybe we can.”

The two of you went back to his room. He creaked open the door and let you through, closing it behind him. It was still dark, but your eyes were more adjusted. You could hear your friend lightly snoring on the bed, and could make out a lump under the blanket.

As you made your way deeper into the room, Jungkook seated himself by the door again and leaned against it for support. You winced in sympathy for his back.

“I’m sorry you have to sleep on the floor,” you whispered. Jaw clicking, you suppressed a yawn. Maybe you would be able to get some sleep.

“It’s fine.” And then, “I’m used to having plenty of women in my bed.”

You scoffed lightly. Of course he’d say some stupid shit like that right after your heart-to-heart. “Don’t ruin our friendship before it can begin, Jeon.”

“Is that what this is?” he asked. “A friendship?”

“Go to bed.” You set the glass down on the bedside table and climbed in next to your friend. She was still sleeping peacefully, mouth ajar and breathing evenly.

A minute later, once the two of you had settled, you heard a quiet, “Good night, (Y/N).”

Your lip quirked as you tried to suppress a smile. “Good night, Jungkook.

[birthofvcnus]

— fratboy!jeongguk —

based off of the few concepts i sent @etherealmins a while ago ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[written-in-flowers]

Shameless

Summary: Hoseok’s desire for you is shameless. His admiration of you is boundless and his love for you is endless. He’d prove that again tonight. 

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Smut (fratboy!Hobi)

Word Count: 3k 

Tags: Plus size reader, over-stimulation, sex toys, oral sex (male and female receiving), multiple sex positions.  

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and is for entertainment purposes only. It does not reflect the member(s) within as their true personalities. 

***please do not repost***

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He’d just finished a shower when he sat on his bed. He made sure he came home at least thirty minutes beforehand from the gym. It gave him a chance to wash up, change into his sweats, and relax against his pillows. He wanted to give you his full undivided attention tonight. It was Friday, so you’d be doing a party chat tonight; maybe even private sessions. Surprisingly, it didn’t bother him that other men saw you naked. The camera sessions and snapchat exclusives helped pay your half of the rent, your phone, and payments for your classes. He’d never get in the way of something that helped pay bills and groceries. You also admitted you enjoyed what you did, and so did he. At the end of the night, he knew you were his and his alone. Other men might drool and jack-off over you, but only he experienced the real you. The you whose eyes crinkled slightly when you laughed. The you who’d wear the same pajamas bottoms for three or four days in a row. The you who made puns about nearly everything and was adorable as hell. He really liked the real you.

Hoseok clicked onto the Tumblr tab on his laptop and scrolled down. Among his usual interests and fandom blogs, he found you. Kneeling on your bed in a lacy red thong and holding your breasts, you’d written an apology. You wouldn’t be “hosting your party tonight” because of “life stuff”. It wasn’t like you to not do a camera session. It was your main source of income, and now that your best friend knew about it, you didn’t need to be sneaky. He’ll admit a pit of disappointment hit him. Last night he’d taken you out for pizza and a movie, where you promised you’d do special requests just for him. Of course, life does happen and he wouldn’t bother you about it. Now that you both dated, he saw you in real life too. He kissed and held you and yes, made love to you often. Still, he enjoyed watching you anyways.

“Everything okay?” he texted you. “Still tired from last night?”

“Haha, no,” you messaged back. “Y/BFF/N is out of town for the weekend, so I decided I’d throw my own little party.” With that you sent him a picture of you topless, licking the tip of your purple and pink Dragon dildo. “And you’re invited!”

“Be there in ten!”

A wave of dirty thoughts plagued him during the entire drive. He felt that familiar tightness burning inside already. The photos you continued sending only made him harder. You eagerly sucked and licked the thick toy, pretty eyes laughing at his pain. Gosh, you were beyond perfection. The past couple of weeks felt like a dream. He'd tried not being so attached at first. He'd tried not falling for you, but he did. How could he not? He loved talking and laughing with you. You gave him space but not so much to be distant. He loved being with you and felt miserable without you. His friends didn’t dare ask about you in fear he might go on a rant. You cheered for him at games and helped him study. You encouraged him to do better; be a better person. He loved doing all that mushy, lovey dovey couple stuff. He liked quiet nights in or wild night out. Hoseok knew at the end of the day, he’d be happy. Even simple things like running errands together made him happy. Plus, the sex blew his mind.

He reached your apartment in no time. You told him to not bother knocking, so he grabbed they key atop the door frame. You and Y/BFF/N lived comfortably with plush couches and wooden furniture. However, he wasn't focused on your decor right now. He controlled his nerves-and his boner-as he made way to your bedroom. He bit his lip at the sight of your open door and the sweet sounds coming from it. A million and one ideas came to him, and he knew he'd find one in that room.

“Fuck,” he sighed upon entering your room.

You lied on your stomach panting and moaning as you lifted your hips up and down. Your face contorted by your pleasure, your body shook in every slow buck. He bit his lip once he saw what made you quiver. Long, thick with bumps along the underside, your Dragon dildo filled you almost completely. This particular toy became an instant favorite of his. He remembered the first time you’d used it; how careful and gentle it started. Now you took it much easier. You'd stuck it to a broken cabinet door so it stayed still as you rode. He took in your wide hips and thick thighs. He definitely stared at the curves of your breasts on the mattress. Hoseok must've been dreaming. He must've gone to a heaven where only you existed. He quickly pulled off his hoodie and t-shirt, unable to keep his eyes off you.

“Am I too late to the party?” he smirked, stepping out of his gym shorts.

“You're just in time,” you grinned. You whimpered sliding down on the toy. “He's been getting me ready for you.”

“Then maybe I should give him a helping hand.” He went under your bed and pulled out the shoe box he’d become very familiar with. Inside you kept your array of sex toys which were at his disposal now. His mind whirled with dozens of ideas for each toy, but he settled on your favorite. “I think this might be of good use, yeah?” he grinned, showing you your body wand.

“Absolutely,” you gave a soft moan sliding back down the dildo for him.

He rounded you and settled down beside you. You looked delicious. The thick toy stretched you out nicely. He observed you for a moment. Your walls took the toy in as much as possible; he imagined they clenched and sucked it in deep. You teased yourself by sliding it far down and then rising your hips nearly to the top. Hoseok couldn’t help himself. He kissed the curves of your bottom and the backs of your thighs. He gripped and squeezed them the way you liked. His hunger for you grew the longer he tasted and touched you. But, he moved aside for the wand. Clicking for the softest setting, he reached beneath you and pressed it right to your clit. Your moans became louder in the new contact; your hips shifted for a better feel of it. He rolled it up and down your slick clit, imagining it already wet from your juices.

“How’s that?” he asked, putting the toy up against the dildo inside you.

“So fucking good!” you twisted and turned in front of him. You grasped the pillow beneath you and pushed further towards both toys. “Please, please don’t stop.”

“I won’t, baby. I’m enjoying this way too much.”

He was. Hoseok watched you tremble and try keeping a steady pace on your toy. He only stopped when your body began quivering. He loved watching your orgasm. He awed at you keeping it deep inside as the wand made you twitch on it. Hoseok urged you to keep riding it so he can see it coated in your cum. You obliged to your abilities, which fascinated him beyond belief. When you came down from your high, he soothed you in kisses and praises.

“But we’re not done yet,” he whispered, voice dripping in lust.

Carefully, he helped you onto your back. He groaned at the sight of you. Your pussy glistened from the wetness and your breasts rose and fell in every breath. He set the toys aside and crouched between your legs. He spread your lips slightly to see your juices dripping downwards. Hoseok lapped them up greedily, your addictive taste on his tongue. Eating you out became a necessity to him. Whenever and wherever you wanted, he’d gladly pull aside your panties and lick you. You squrimed and whined at his licking, but he kept you still by the hips.

“Hobi…” you giggled, “It’s sensitive.”

“I know,” he smiled against your inner thighs, “That’s the best part. I just love how you taste.” He greedily sucked at your clit for more, which made you squeal. “I can’t hold back with you,” he left your pussy for the rest of you. Kissing up your body, he stopped right at your breasts, “I really can’t. Not tonight.”

“Really?”

You reached into his boxers and stroked him. He must’ve felt hot and heavy in your hand; precum dripped onto the waistband, leaving a spot there. The contact drove him to nibble and suck on your ample breasts. They’re his favorite part of you. Your nipples hardened in his mouth, becoming pebbles and flicked with his tongue. He grinded upwards into you for another wave of pleasure. How could you do this to him? How could you ensnare him so easily? His desire for you was downright embarrassing sometimes. Not in the shameful, because-you’re-big sense. But in the having-absolutely-positively-no-self-control-at-all sense. He loved your body, but he loved you more. He looked up and kissed you softly. You’d drunk a little before. He could tell in the fruity twinges of wine he tasted. It only made you more intoxicating.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” he asked, kissing at your neck now.

“Well, I’ve been hearing that a lot lately.”

“Because it’s true.”

When he brought you in for another kiss, you said, “I wanna taste you too.”

You wanted him deep in your mouth. You told him so in every brief kiss, and he groaned in response. He straddled your chest immediately still toying with your nipples. All you did was open your mouth and he did the rest. You enjoyed his taste more than you’d ever say. You loved his heavy, pulsing cock on your tongue. He started out by poking his tip between your lips for light suckles. Soon, he slid it further inch by inch. He didn’t keep it innocent for long. You smiled when he tapped and rubbed his dick over your tongue and mouth. Your pussy throbbed as he kept you in place by your hair and slid in deep. You gagged on the head pushing towards your throat, coughing and gasping when he pulled you. You loved this. You eagerly took him as much as possible.

“Such a dirty girl,” he sighed, pushing into your mouth again.

“Only for you.”

You really were. The smuttiness, the dirtiness of your sex only made you want more. Spit began leaking out the sides of your mouth the dirtier things got. It slicked his length for an easier entry, which he took full advantage of. He sensed your hips gyrating again. Your pussy wanted his attention while your mouth wanted his cock. Hoseok happily fulfilled both needs. He took up the wand again, reached behind himself and rested it between your thighs. The new sensation on your dripping sex, your moans vibrated on him. He pumped faster into your mouth, using it as much as he liked before pulling out. He loved making you gag on his cock like a slut. You made sure he felt every firm suck and teasing lick as he abused your mouth. Was it wrong that you loved this? You loved him abusing and using your body to his whims. It felt nice to let go for a little while, especially with Hoseok.

He grunted about needing to fuck you, and withdrew from you. You grabbed a condom from the bedside table while he pulled off his boxers. Once he’d torn open the package and rolled on the condom, he slipped slowly inside you. It was the most erotic thing he’d ever done. The sounds you both made, the bed softly hitting the wall, and just looking at you was unreal. He kept a firm grip on your knees as he gradually picked up speed. He tried withholding the greediness inside him for you. You could tell in his speed: he’d give a few powerful thrusts before slowing down, and then do it again. He needed to see you climax again, and again, and again until he exploded. You certainly helped things when you picked up your body wand. You smiled at his pain when you pressed it right where he entered you. It made him moan louder, push faster and swear more. It didn’t help you any either. The small toy tickled your hard nub regardless of how sensitive it’d become.

Why did you do this to him? Why, YN? Outside this room he’s Hoseok Jung, linebacker and fraternity vice president, the kind of guy people listened to and knew from afar. In your bedroom, in your arms, he’s your slave.

You wrapped your legs around him and pulled him to you. “You can cum if you want,” he said between kisses, “You don’t have to hold it back so much for me.”

“I want you to cum again,” he said, lifting up one leg over his shoulder so he drove deeper. “I love watching you cum.”

Quickly, he grabbed the wand from you and used it again. He let it rest in the middle as he continued pounding you. He knew exactly where to leave it so you’d be a shaking mess in no time.

You couldn’t describe how sensitive you felt. Little sparks made you jerk around every time he touched you. You’d become helpless to stop him. You’d already came before he arrived, then again when he got here, now you’d be doing it a third time. Nobody ever sent you over so many times. Your pussy screamed for more even when you brain denied it. Yet, you wanted to see him orgasm now. You needed to see him trembling and shaking. You loved how his muscles constricted and his need for you amplified. You wouldn’t think about the heavy loads he’d shoot over you.

Things changed when the tables turned and you topped him. Your rocking hips kept him deep inside you. You could almost feel him touching that sweet spot within you already. You rested your hands above his shoulders and moved. You moved as much as your body let you. Your face felt hot and your muscles quaked, but you still moved. Your desire wouldn’t let you stop. His roaming hands eased this burning inside you. He ran them over your curves to your ass where he slapped and squeezed to your excitement. It suddenly became a game of who finishes the other first. Having the unfair advantage of a body wand, he made you finish first. The humming, buzzing toy rubbed against your clit rapidly, causing your moans to reach higher levels. This time you jerked over him, your bouncing turning into grinding again. He looked on smugly and kept the toy there even when you finished.

You didn’t let him enjoy his win however. Your whirling, rolling pussy brought him to orgasm as quickly. You felt him fill the condom keeping him from you. You watched his head tilt backwards, eyes shut closed and hips buck upwards in his peak. He gripped tightly onto your thighs to the point they’d bruise in the morning. His thrusts upwards became sloppy and careless as he rode out the high on his own. You loved him this way. You’d want him like this every day if it were possible.

The both of you sweaty, panting messes, you stayed still for a time. He lazily kissed you, keeping you on top of him by your waist. You worried you’d be crushing him, but this worry instantly left. He’d been under you plenty of times to prove he wasn’t brittle. He didn’t want to let you go. He whispered sweet things to you as you both kissed. You felt so content like this. You’d never enjoyed another person’s scent before, nor wanted them as badly. But, then you learned Hoseok wasn’t finished. His hand between you both as he played with your soaked pussy. Light, soft strokes spread out your lips and dripped onto the sides of his cock. He kept you close as he grinded himself into you. You whimpered, but otherwise let him touch you. Soon, your hot sex began sliding on him. The shocks of over sensitivity came over you once more, but that need returned. The two of you played this way for a while until he grew hard enough for a second round. It surprised you how quickly he’d get up for you. He put you on your stomach as you’d been before. Yet, instead of the dildo, he slipped himself into you. Nobody ever made you this horny, this wet before. He knew exactly what he was doing, and you knew this. You did most of the work this time, but you didn’t mind. You pushed your hips into him so your ass jiggled. He told you he’d loved seeing you fuck him. It took a while to really get him going, but once he did, he slammed into you. He scooped up your hair and pulled, keeping your back arched as he rode.

The second orgasm didn’t come as quickly as the first. The toy helped in more ways than one. Its speed changed various times throughout, each one torturing your swollen clit. He put you on your side, on your back, and on your stomach again. You rode him, stroked and sucked him. You did all the dirty things you both wanted. He loved your orgasms. He loved knowing he was the one making you orgasm. The feeling was mutual. But still, all good things must come to an end.

“Fuck,” you shivered, your body still shuddered even when he pulled out. “Fuck, that was incredible.”

“And so are you.”

He brought you close over the covers. His tenderness showed through his kisses. He thanked his lucky stars he’d found you; had met you and made that first move. “Let’s take a shower,” he sighed onto your lips, “I wanna keep touching you.”

You laughed, “You’re so shameless. Do you not have any self-control?”

“Not when I’m with you.”

He helped you off the bed onto wobbly knees. The sex amazed him, but the afterglow left him in awe of you. He didn’t care how you looked or what people thought. Hoseok adored you. He loved you.

Loved? Yes, loved.

[straykidsramblings]

thirty-one days. [prologue]

Pairing: Frat Boy!Jungkook x Fem!Reader [college! au]

Genre: fluff

Word Count: ~2.5K

Summary: An exhausted college introvert who wants nothing more than to be left alone, [name] gives Jungkook thirty-one days to prove to her that they should be friends. Jungkook has other plans on his mind: to make her fall for him in thirty-one days.

Author’s note: I usually write in the feminine third person, but feel free to change it to however you wish. I’ll keep reader anatomy mentions to a minimum if any at all.

[0] [1] [2]

january 14.

The January breeze played with [name]’s [hair color] hair as she revealed herself to the outdoors. She shuddered at the rush of coolness that hit her body and wrapped her arms around herself in a futile attempt to keep warm. Bad day to not bring a sweater or a jacket; heck, even a blanket would suffice at this point. A sigh escaped her lips as she reminded herself that there was still the remainder of January, the entirety of February, and at least half of March until warmer weather might decide to come around.

“[name]!” A familiar deep voice called out to her, piercing the silence.

Turning around to her right, she brought one hand to her face to block the bright sunset. Behind her hand, she watched as three figures approached her. [name] could only recognize her two best friends, Jimin and Taehyung. The last man was attractive, to say the least, with soft brown eyes and parted black hair. She didn’t realize she was staring until Taehyung cleared his throat; his lips curled slightly into a disapproving smile, eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. 

“[name], aren’t you cold?” Jimin questioned, creating as much friction with hands to keep them from freezing. “You should really take better care of yourself, or you’ll end up freezing to death.”

[name] scoffed, “You’re in the same boat I am. Are you in a position to be lecturing me?” She shot him a quick glare before remembering the stranger in front of her. He was laughing. Averting her gaze down to the ground, her cheeks began to warm themselves from the embarrassment she felt. “I forgot...”

The stranger seemed amused. “Here, you can use mine.” Her head shot up out of shock. He had already begun removing his red hoodie before she could protest. “I don’t really get cold anyway.” His long fingers held out the jacket to her which she hesitantly accepted. “And I’ve been told I’m a natural heater.” He laughed once more and [name] could have sworn spring had come.

“But,” she laughed while still holding the jacket to her chest, “I don’t even your name. I can’t just take your jacket from you when it’s this cold out! I feel bad.”

“Jeon Jungkook.”

The answer was simple, his name, but it still managed to make her heart skip a beat. It sounded so eerily familiar to her as if she had always known it. She kept staring into his deep, soft brown eyes. She had completely lost track of time until she was brought back to reality by Taehyung clearing his throat once more. 

Wow, she had completely forgotten those two existed!

Oh no, Jungkook was waiting for her name.

“[name]!” she blurted out, eyes widening ever so slightly. She bit her lip after recognized the volume she had just used, making sure to use a lower one as she clarified. “[name] [last name].”

Jungkook only smiled politely, but she found herself melting again. “There, problem solved. But if you don’t actually put it on, it won’t make much of a difference.”

He moved around her to help her put it on, something they all knew she was completely capable of doing, but [name] found herself having trouble with remembering how to do so. As he held the hoodie open for her, [name] slipped her arms inside the sleeves. Jungkook’s fingers lightly grazed her arms as he helped her adjust the hoodie to fit her better. Jungkook looked at his work before nodding with a small smile.

[name] decided that it would be for the best to make her appear like a fully functioning human being. Her frozen fingers fiddled with the zipper of the hoodie. The heat rose to her cheeks once more (did it ever really leave though...?) as she repeatedly struggled with the zipper. Stupid zipper!

Jungkook only laughed once more before reaching over to do it himself. He waited to touch the zipper until she gave him a small nod of approval. At this distance, she could feel the heat radiating off of him.

This was just about one of the most embarrassing “first meets” [name] had ever experienced. And there were already plenty of those.

The disgusted looks on Taehyung’s and Jimin’s faces brought her back from the heaven of Jeon Jungkook to the reality of [name] [last name]. She mouthed a venomous “what” to her two best friends before they rolled their eyes. Jungkook raised his head as he pulled the zipper to the top, and she was lost in him again. His already beautiful countenance was graced by a loving smile as he gently pulled the hood over her head.

“Ultimate protection,” he explained with a small laugh that made [name] forget she was even cold in the first place. Adding a small pat to the top of her head, Jungkook drew his hands back and hid them in his jeans' pockets. “It’s gotten pretty late though.”

Jungkook looked at Jimin and Taehyung, his body still facing [name]’s. Now that his attention was on those two, [name] seized the opportunity to make faces at two boys who, by the way, had changed their expressions from disgust to normalcy all too quickly. She shook her head at them disappointedly. 

“We’ll take her back to her place,” Jimin reassured Jungkook. “She has a tendency to get distracted and end up somewhere completely random, so we were planning on picking her up anyway.” 

[name] cleared her throat. “Yeah, I was actually thinking about getting some bubble tea, but I guess it’s too late now.” 

The magic words had been said. After being friends for so long, Taehyung, Jimin, and [name] all agreed that they needed code words for certain situations. In most cases, these were things like, “Hey, make up an excuse so we can leave”, “Stop talking about things that we don’t want people out of our friend group hearing”, or “Leave me alone with this attractive person.” “Bubble tea” just happened to be the last one. Upon hearing these words, [name]’s two best friends grimaced. But they were bound to their best friend agreement regardless of whether or not they liked it. 

Her voice had brought Jungkook’s attention back to her, and she couldn’t even tell that she had started smiling. “I’d really appreciate you if you would. Walk me home, that is.”

Jungkook returned her expression. “Yeah, of course. Which way are you headed?”

[name] pointed her left-hand thumb to the left. “That way.” 

She prayed he was going in the same direction.

Jungkook flashed his pearly whites at her again. “Same.”

Score!

From the sidelines, Taehyung spoke first. “You know what? I completely forgot. Yoongi still has the notes I need for tomorrow. You guys go on ahead without me.”

He shot [name] a glare for making him go unnecessarily out of the way instead of straight home just because she wanted to be with a cute guy. In return, she offered him a fake pout and a “be safe.” Jungkook and Jimin waved him goodbye as well. With that, he began his long walk to Min Yoongi’s dorm. He could probably just crash there anyway. 

Jimin suddenly exclaimed, “Oh no!” He groaned, “I’m so sorry, guys, I completely forgot that I was supposed to talk to the T.A. Seokjin tonight about something for one of my classes tomorrow. I think I can make it if I run...” 

“Oh, tell Jin I said hi!” [name] told him upon the mention of her childhood friend. 

Jimin laughed. “I will, but he’s gonna get mad if you keep calling him that.”

“In which case, you know to tell him that Jin is just as manly as Seokjin and definitely not a cute nickname that the girl he’s known since she was three keeps calling him.”

Jimin shook his head but promised to relay her message. Waving goodbye to Jungkook, Jimin asked him to make sure [name] made it back to her apartment alright. Then, there were only the two of them.

Man, bubble tea works like a charm.

“You all seem close,” Jungkook commented, seeing Jimin’s silhouette retreat into the darkness of the night. 

[name] giggled. “I guess so. I mean, I grew up with Jin, and I’ve known the other two since high school.” She shrugged as the two shared eye contact once more. “I’d say it’s also because we just clicked. Y’know, like they were meant to be in my life one way or another.”

As the two began their journey to [name]’s apartment side-by-side, Jungkook remained somewhat quiet. The shared silence didn’t seem too tense or suffocating. If anything, Jungkook seemed to enjoy the silence that accompanied the winter air.

[name] found herself attempting to not stare, but she found herself mesmerized by the way his breath turned visible in the cool air. He really was too easy to just stare at for hours.

After [name] recognized the lamppost that marked halfway to her apartment, she decided that she should probably say something to him. 

“So, how did you all meet?”

Jungkook glanced at her briefly before answering. Maybe it was just her imagination, but did he seem hesitant to reply? “We met at a frat party last semester.” Oh, well that explains it.

As a socially-inept introvert, [name] tended to avoid parties. Which would explain how her two best friends met someone she didn’t know. [name] flipped the idea over in her head.

“So, did you all have a mutual acquaintance, or were you just all where the alcohol was at the same time?”

Jungkook shrugged. “Both, I guess. And more... I mean, I was hosting the party after all.”

“Oh.” 

The word had escaped her lips before she could stop it. [name] cursed her honesty as Jungkook’s normally pure smile changed into one of mischief. Whether that was simply her eyes playing tricks on her due to this new information or Jungkook wanted to tease her, she couldn’t tell.

Their eyes were trained on the sidewalk ahead of them as the building to her apartment came into view. 

“Is that a bad thing?”Jungkook asked. 

[name] pursed her lips before answering. “No. I just wasn’t expecting it, I guess.”

“I don’t fit the stereotype?”

“Well, I never said that--”

“Good. Because, believe it or not, I do.”

The next time she looked at him, her [eye color] eyes met his brown ones; however, they were no longer the innocent, soft eyes that they were when she had first met him. They had a different feel to them as if he was planning to push her against a wall and kiss her fiercely, passionately. In fact, his whole aura around him changed into something darker than the angelic Jungkook she had just met. When she broke eye contact, Jungkook let out a laugh. 

[name] stifled a gasp as she remembered where she had heard Jungkook’s name from. One of the girls in her classes was gossiping about a very flirtatious frat boy who, apparently, made bets with the other guys to see which girls’ pants he could get into. That person was a man named Jeon Jungkook. Before she saw the desire in his eyes, she would never have guessed that they were the same person. 

When they reached the apartment complex, [name] forced a laugh. She wasn’t quite sure what she would do, but she knew for sure that she had never had any real intention to be friends with a frat boy. Jimin and Taehyung--even Jin-- had warned her enough about them. What’s more, she was too invested in her studies to really be focused on anything else. She had barely enough time for her classes, her part-time job, her friends, and everything else she did in her life. Getting a boyfriend--especially a known flirt--was definitely not on her agenda. 

“Well, this is it,” [name] said. “Thank you for walking me home, Jungkook.”

“No problem,” was the answer. 

“No, really,” she insisted. “I really do appreciate it. But I’d hate to ask you to do it again.”

Jungkook smirked. “Why wouldn’t I? I mean, I live in the same apartment complex.”

[name] tried to hide any surprise on her face. “But-But I thought...”

Jungkook clicked his tongue. “Moved out of the frat house to this apartment complex after the first semester. I wanted to try living on my own.”

“Oh... that’s... nice.”

The two walked inside together, Jungkook significantly more at ease than [name]. When they began walking up the stairs, [name]’s eyes continuously glanced at Jungkook, waiting to see which floor she would attempt to avoid for a while. Unfortunately, he followed her all the way to hers.

“You know, when Jimin said to make sure I got back alright, he only meant to the building.”

Jungkook scoffed. “Yeah, yeah, I know. I live on the same floor.” He held the heavy door from the staircase to the hallway open for her with one arm. 

“Oh, what a lovely coincidence,” [name] muttered under her breath. 

Jungkook smirked at the comment and shook his head slightly. With every step leading down the long hall, [name] wondered if he was ever going to pick his own room! Unfortunately, [name] reached hers first. 

“Well, this is my room,” [name] forced out a dry laugh. Suddenly, everything seemed awkward to her. Had it always been like that and she didn’t notice? Is that why the other two were cringing so much? She desperately looked through her bag to find her pair of keys.

To her surprise and dismay, Jungkook kept walking... until he arrived at the door right next to hers. “Oh, what a lovely coincidence.” His hands fished his keys out of his pocket. “This is mine.”

[name]’s keys dropped from her hands. He wiggled his eyebrows at her obvious shock. 

“Looks like I’m just meant to be in your life.”

With that, he bid her goodnight before retiring to his room. With a sigh, [name] picked her keys up off of the floor and unlocked the front door to her apartment. Upon entering, she allowed gravity to overtake her and drag her to the floor. Leaning against the cool, metal door, [name] found herself dreading the next semester.

It was a new year.

It was a new semester.

It was a new problem. And this problem happened to live right next door.

The best part: she had made a new friend.

The worst part: she didn’t want to take off his red hoodie, choosing to ignore her acknowledge of the said hoodie. 

On the other side of the wall, Jungkook found himself smiling as he recalled various instances from his brief interaction with the ever-mysterious, [name] [last name]. She was definitely attractive to him although, more in a “you’re cute” way instead of a “you’re not getting any sleep tonight” way. Either way, it was too late; Jungkook was invested.

One way or another, he was going to become her friend. Maybe even something more. All he needed was thirty-one days.