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go ahead and cry (m) (pt 2) - jjk

a/n: this is a sequel to this part 1.

summary: jungkook and you have been trying to work out your relationship but his insecurities keep getting the best of him. he tries his best to change his jealousy and possessiveness but it’s hard, though he really tries. you on the other hand, have to remind him that you don’t want anyone but him.

genre: smut | established relationship | fratboy!kook x reader

word count: 3.6k

warnings: daddy issues, unprotected sex (don’t ever do that pls), fingering, unhealthy coping mechanisms, degradation, possessive!jk, toxic behaviour (but they try to work it out), praising, desperate kook, needy kook, jealousy, insecurities, stalkerish behaviour, creampie, pet names

jungkook and you have been dating for 5 months and you do love every second of it. to finally open your hearts out and call each other ‘mine’ is a big achievement for the both of you considering the nature of your past situationship. jungkook has slowly learnt to open himself up and let his vulnerable sides get past him. he was already madly in love with you but he’s slowly learnt to trust you, to appreciate that you loved him back just as much (maybe never as much but he’s content with that). however, his insecurities still get to him from time to time.

jungkook has always been protective and possessive of you but not because he wanted to own you, but because he needs you to be reminded that he’s the one for you and to show others you’re very much off limits. he’s afraid you’ll find someone better if he doesn’t keep reminding you that he will literally be on his knees for you at your every word; afraid that someone else will approach you and you’ll leave him for someone better. afraid you’ll turn around and think he doesn’t love you enough although that was impossible. he’s mostly competing with his inner demons, the ones that tell him that no one will stay with him till the end of it. even though he isn’t the most perfect person, the one thing he knows is that he loves you too much. his love for you was undeniably strong but being the insecure person he is, he’s afraid you can’t see that will end up leaving him. he’s desperate for your love no matter how many times you’ve showed him you’re smitten with him. he’s desperate to have you constantly tell him he’s the one for you. he needs you to teach him how to be confident with himself. you’re aware his insecurities stemmed from his troubled childhood so you never pushed him and you did your best to help him. you knew his love language was words of affirmation and you had no issues with constantly reassuring him when he’s in a bit of a doubt.

but sometimes it gets out of hand.

“were you… following me?” your eyebrows furrowed at him as you caught him red-handed this time. you’ve been aware of a presence near you for the last couple of weeks.

you tried to shrug it off but it’s hard to when you constantly feel like someone is watching your every step. while you knew jungkook could be overbearing, you didn’t think he would spend two weeks following you around. jungkook’s behaviour was very suspicious over the past few weeks; sometimes he would even ask about the specific thing you did on that day even though you didn’t remember telling him about it beforehand. your doubts were confirmed when you met up with your friends for lunch. you excused yourself to the restroom and as you exited, you saw the same person that has been following you in the far corner of your vision - your ‘stalker’ definitely did not make the effort to dress differently. you thought you were being a little paranoid and tried to ignore him but as you made your way back to the table, you noticed the familiar cap, a little slip up from jungkook considering it had his football team logo and jersey number printed on it. that confirmed your suspicions as to the identity the person behind the well-constructed disguise. you’re not gonna lie, you are very much disturbed by this. but you tried your best to be calm. you tried to find some coherent way to make it seem like this was fine.

you made a beeline to his table and sat down in front of him, startling jungkook instantly. he knows he can’t deny it now. you repeated your sentence. “were you following me… jungkook?”

he sighs and takes off the cap, revealing his messy yet gorgeous locks. he takes off his mask and you’re happy yet disappointed to see his handsome face. you’re honestly surprised at times that someone this beautiful would think that you would leave him. ironically, this wasn’t the first time you’ve caught him following you. before you two dated and during the times you’ve casually hooked up, you’ve seen jungkook constantly show up to places you were at. it wasn’t in a creepy nature but he certainly did take the effort to memorise your schedule and wanting to constantly be in your line of vision – but mainly because he wanted to see you and perhaps with the nature of your relationship back then, you liked the chase. but now, with you two dating for months, it was getting harder to pretend like it was acceptable.

jungkook, being caught in the act, doesn’t seem as bothered by it as you on the outside. his heart was pounding inside, he realised he was being borderline a creep but as usual, he finds some way to reason it out, albeit in a shitty way. “i… just wanted to see you that’s all.” that response made absolutely no sense and you both knew it. you wanted to see if i was capable of cheating on you, you think to yourself.

you rubbed your temples with your knuckles, attempting to find the right words to say, but you can’t. you knew he was being insecure, you knew he was being afraid, you knew it would take time to convince him you’re just as deeply in love with you as he is with you. instead of trying to help him overcome his insecurities again, you were too tired of repeating things like a broken record. “we’ll talk at home.” you settled with four words which shook him internally. honestly he’d rather you talk it out with him, he’d rather you ditch all your friends right now and spend the entire time reasoning it out with him. he’d rather you be angry at him, spend hours trying to tell him how and why he’s in the wrong. but now, you want him to go home? you want him to leave you alone? his intrusive thoughts is getting a hold of his mind. you were going to leave him, leave him like how his father left him and his mom. it’s happening, he thinks. he knew it, he fucked up, he shouldn’t have let himself drown so deeply in you.

“look baby i’m sorry, i really didn’t mean to – i just –“ you cut him off sharply, with a tone you almost never used with him. “jungkook go home. i’ll be back in two hours. go. home.” you looked at him with exasperation before your eyes soften into a plea. “please.” his lips fall into a straight line. he knows he’s gone overboard. he nods and decides that if you were planning on breaking up with him he would stop you better if you were at home, rather than having you run away from the restaurant mid-argument. he stands up to leave, before hearing you let out a sigh. you stand up right after him, heading back to your table without sparing him a glance.

now clad in more comfortable clothes, a pair of grey joggers and a short-sleeved shirt, jungkook was waiting for you anxiously at home, constantly looking at the clock hoping two hours would come by faster. the two of you moved in together to his apartment because your lease was almost up and he genuinely wants you to be around him for as long as possible - in close proximity for as long as possible. he switches channels as he fidgets, hoping to find something to relax his mind. he internally starts panicking, what if you already left and you weren’t coming back? as he decides to settle on one of the sports channels, he hears your keys fumbling from outside the door, he eagerly gets up and in a few long strides, opens the door to see your surprised face. you stare at him for a few seconds before bringing yourself back to reality. you move past him to settle your things on the kitchen counter before going to the room. is this it? are you just going to forgo the talk and decide to pack your things instead? was this how his dad did it when he home all those years ago? just spend one last night and leave with a sorry excuse of a note next morning? a million things were going through jungkook’s mind. he follows you into the room to see you doing the opposite instead. you’re taking off your jewellery. as you settled your bracelets down you move to remove one of your earrings. jungkook eyes you carefully through the mirror. you decide to spare him a gaze as you removed your left earring and as you removed the right one you turned around to face him. you take a deep breath.

“jungkook we’ve been dating for months,” your voice starts off timid. “and you know i love you very much.” your voice becomes firmer. “but you can’t keep doing this.” you sigh.

he knows. he knows he’s unreasonable. toxic even. he just wants you all to himself and would be devastated if you were to look at anyone else the same way you looked at him. “i know you love me, i really do. but you need to know that i love you too, very much.” you looked at him. he remains silent the whole time, fearing he’d say something that would piss you off. “i’m not your dad. i’m not my dad. just like how you’re nothing like them, i’m nothing like them too. move forward please,” you voice croaks. “for me.”

when the two of you first met, jungkook was your average fratboy - star football player, smart too and came with a reputation of being a fuckboy. through mutual friends hoseok and jennie, you two would occasionally be in the same place to hangout and jungkook didn’t hide the fact that he wanted you. fast forward after the two of you already had sex, the two of you slowly opened up and sometimes would come over to just talk, which was how the love blossomed between the of you. no one could replace the feeling of comfort you provided him with. all in all, he’s afraid of losing the one person that keeps him sane. he’s afraid that without you, he can’t function as a proper human being anymore. he needs you.

you were phenomenal in his eyes, with the way you carried yourself. you were stronger than him that’s for sure. you balanced work and academic to help out your family, your dad was barely in the picture for the past ten years and needless to say it was both of your daddy issues that got you closer. you were vulnerable, hating how your dad left things for you to handle. you desired to be loved, to have someone want to be there for you to fill that hollowness inside your heart. and with jungkook, your heart was full. but it breaks your heart that to be loved by him, you have to endure the rocky start. you didn’t want to rush him into letting his pent up emotion go but it was getting exhausting for you.

you wanted to scream at him, you wanted to show just how disturbed his behaviour made you feel but you couldn’t. you were too much of a people pleaser to do that. and part of you tried to empathise with him so much that you were willing to close an eye and convince yourself it’ll take time to change. he’s not a bad person, you tell yourself, he’s just scarred by the betrayal his father showed him and his mom. he just doesn’t want to be hurt like that anymore. you told yourself, daily. you didn’t want to lose him if the issue could be fixed.

“just don’t ever do that again. trust me please. i only have eyes for you,” you looked at him with something he deciphers as adoration laced with disappointment. he decides that that’s good enough for him. he walks towards you and places his hands on your waist, gripping you possessively yet gently. “i’m sorry baby. i’ll do better. i love you.” he kisses your forehead and you relax in his touch. he knows you’re deeply hurt and it kills him that he’s been letting you down. nevertheless, he’s grateful for the second chance. you bring your hands to his taut chest. “i love you too kook.” that was music to his ears. he wouldn’t mind having that in a loop and listening to it for hours. he was down bad like that.

you were literally an angel sent to him, he thinks. you were there when he was broken, when he was struggling to find his emotions, when he didn’t know what to do with all this love he had for you. you had a halo above you all the time in the way you treated him. you constantly cared for him, you constantly took your time out to shower him with praises and love. at this moment, he wondered why he even doubted it all in the first place.

things with jungkook became better after that. he truly kept his word about improving things for the both of you. the two of you managed to work things out as time passes. the moment you discover something worth fixing, you two fixed it. you knew a relationship needed effort and the two of you really did everything you can to salvage things. everything was going fine until he spots you talking to his best friend. he was heading out of class before he saw your angelic silhouette gracing his eyes. you adorned a navy blue body-hugging sundress that stopped mid-thigh, giving him a glimpse of your beautiful legs. your arms were crossed and unknowingly, you were giving the taller man a view of your cleavage. he clenches his fist at the side of you being so oblivious. usually, it wouldn’t irk him as much to see you having a conversation with a man. but this was taehyung, a close friend of his whom he knows used to have a crush on you. during the times jungkook was fucking around to get you out of his head, taehyung knew that you were off limits even though you two weren’t dating at the time. despite that, taehyung didn’t hide the fact that he wanted you. he would constantly tell the boys how you were hot, smart, pretty and all things good, everything that made his blood boil.

seeing taehyung being in close proximity to you ignited his territorial instincts. he marched to the two of you and slung his tattooed arm over your waist, pressing a kiss to your temple. the move startled you but you smiled back to jungkook. he was in an all-black outfit as usual, hair slicked back with a few strands falling to the front. “so what are we talking about today?” he gives taehyung a fake smile, one that his best friend can sense he’s basically telling him to fuck off. but being the insufferable friend he is, he doesn’t feed into the ego. “just telling y/n about how she should come to the game this weekend.” he says with a sly smile eyeing your forehead to your lips. noticing this, jungkook moves his hand from your waist to push your hair behind, a subtle move to reveal the ‘j’ necklace you had on - a gift that jungkook gave you two weeks ago. taehyung was part of the baseball team at your university, whereas jungkook was part of the football team. you never understood baseball and honestly never had the interest in it, but you wouldn’t decline free tickets.

“y/n doesn’t watch baseball, isn’t that right princess?” jungkook coos at you and although he’s right, you can tell he’s being annoying on purpose. “well y/n if you’re interested, i’ve got the seats covered. it’s a shame jungkook here keeps you all to himself, i never see you at our baseball matches!” taehyung said jokingly, completely ignoring jungkook’s piercing gaze. he smirks and nods at jungkook, signalling he’s leaving. “alright see you around bro.” he pats jungkook at the back and makes his leave. jungkook rolls his eyes and turns his face to you only to find you already looking at him with a scowl. “what was that?”

“he’s just trying to get you to be his personal cheerleader.” jungkook spits out as a matter of a fact. “you don’t know that!” you scoffed. jungkook looks at you dead in the eye. “uh yes i do babe. he’s not even subtle with the way he looks at you.” you rolled your eyes this time and crossed your arms and this pushes your boobs together and gives jungkook a nice view of your cleavage. although he likes the view, he hates the fact that everyone else including taehyung could have seen it too. jungkook sighs and wraps his arms around you tightly. “i’m sorry baby.” he coos at you and gently sways you hoping that it would butter you up. seeing how you’re still rigid and refusing to look at him he pecks your cheek. “i’m sorry princess i really am. i just don’t like the thought of another man asking you out,” you looked at him offended but he raises his eyebrow. “he did just ask my precious girlfriend to go to his game right in front of me so i got a little territorial. that’s normal right? plus you look so fucking hot right now.” he eyes you from head to toe. damn him and his words. even though he was being annoying he did phrase it correctly. you sigh and melt into his hold. “alright i guess he wasn’t that subtle,” you muttered begrudgingly.

“see? we’re making progress aren’t we?” he coos and nips the side of your neck. “come on let’s go home so i can show you who’s the only man that’s allowed to hit on you,” just to prove his point, he slaps your ass and drags you away to his car. you feel your insides bubbling and heat straight shot to your core.

the ride home was fairly fast. he wastes no time in pulling you into his apartment before shutting the door and pinning you against it. he locks you in with a rough kiss as his hands travel under your sundress to cup your ass, kneading the flesh with his palms. you moan into the kiss and that instantly inflated his boner. he loves hearing you yearn for him.

he pulls away from the kiss and is even more turned on by your swollen lips and hazy eyes. “you’re fucking beautiful baby. and you’re all mine.” he carries you to the bedroom and sets you down on the bed. he takes off his shirt and your mouth instantly waters at the sight of his toned muscular body, with tattoos adorning his arm and hand, which you would prefer to have around your neck. you then noticed something on his top left of his chest, something that was never there before, definitely not there this morning as well. it was a fresh tattoo, the sides still a little red. you sensed he must have gotten this done before he came to see you earlier. jungkook catches your line of vision and smirks. “i got this done after class, it was a quick one.” you sat up and decided to have a closer look. you finger starts trailing the sides of the new ink and you squint your eyes trying to decipher the design. your mouth drops as you realised it was your initials in cursive writing. you instantly looked back up to him.

jungkook was prepared to have you react in both ways. he envisioned you being happy seeing it but he was also prepared that you’d find it cringy and probably a little too much and run away. he was banking on the former. however, seeing how the sides of your mouth were slowly curving upwards, he figures you weren’t upset with his new ink after all and internally lets out a sigh of relief. “it’s beautiful.” you say softly. he takes your wrist in his hold and slowly pushes you downward to the bed and hovers above you.

“you always have my heart and that’s a fact that will never change,” he starts kissing your neck and you sigh in contention. “but do i have yours baby?” he starts nipping on your soft sport, licking and sucking it until it leaves a mark. he spanks the side of your ass waiting for your to answer him. “yes.. yes you do kook, you have my heart, i’m all yours.” that was enough to send him to the edge.

his lips move downwards to your chest and sucks a spot right where you cleavage is. he then removes the straps of your dress down to reveal your bare breasts, a groan of disapproval yet satisfaction that you’re not wearing a bra. usually you would wear one but considered this was a padded dress you didn’t need the extra bra but jungkook is going feral inside at the thought of you walking around with a short dress with no bra on. he groans even more when he lifts your dress up to reveal the skimpy black thong you have on. “fuck baby you’re dressed like a slut,” his one hand starts kneading your tit and the other comes down to rub your clothed pussy.

you moan at the contact and bit your bottom lip. “what a fucking slut you are princess. walking around with basically nothing on. it’s like you’re begging me to fuck you in public,” he takes a nipple into his mouth and starts swirling his tongue across it. he then pushes your poor excuse of an underwear to the side and starts prodding his middle finger into your entrance. he releases your nipple with a loud ‘pop’ before pushing his finger inside your hole. “you want that baby? want me to bend you over in public and have you take my dick like that?” he feels you clench around his finger and that amuses him. “oh you want that territorial display don’t you? you want me to show everyone who you belong to? you want everyone to see whose little whore are you don’t you?” you gush your wetness around his finger, spreading your legs a little wider hoping he’d put in another finger. “yes, yes i want that.” you practically beg, feeding into his ego and desires.

“look at you baby, you’re easy access.” he mocks your choice of clothing, not that both of you are even complaining. he puts in another finger and you’re a writing mess as he grazes your spot so perfectly. he just knows where to have you melting for him. “wore it… for you,” you practically whimper. he cocks his head to the side as he increases the pace of his fingers. “awww,” he coos condescendingly. “my baby wanted me to fuck her out in the open today? my princess is not such a good girl now isn’t she? wanted everyone to see her take my cock like a fucking slut. wanted everyone to know whose pussy this is?” you nodded and your eyes roll back as his inserts a third finger and quickens his pace.

jungkook loves fucking you, to put it simply. say the word and he’ll shove his tongue, fingers or cock up your sweet pussy. he would do anything you wanted him to but he was not ready to have anyone look at you and see how you fall apart under his touch. hear you moaning his name from across the room? he’s all for that, but looking at your sweet face as you cum around him? absolutely no.

“i think the fuck not.” he clenches his jaw before releasing his fingers causing you to whine at the loss of it. he unbuckles his pants before sliding his clothing down to reveal his big angry cock. he aligns himself at your entrance before pushing into you. “no one is allowed to see you like this except for me baby.” he grunts as he bottoms out. “you’re mine and only mine you get it?” you nod as he begins thrusting into you.

“say it.” you spread your thighs apart and moan at the sensation of his cock against your walls. “i’m yours!” his pride and cock swells even more at the sound of that and he picks up the pace. “damn right you are, you belong to me and only i can make you feel good. no one knows how to satisfy you baby. no one will take the fucking time to worship you. not even taehyung.” he accentuates each of the words of the last sentence with a hard thrust. you hand comes up to his abs and trail upwards to his chest and his biceps. he winces at the way you dig your nails into his big arms and lets out a strangled moan as you bring your fingers to his chest and trace his new tattoo. the two of you belonged to each other and no one could take that away from him. as if you could sense his thoughts, you clench around him tightly.

“fucking hell angel, you’re so tight.” he brings his thumb to fiddle your clit and you’re a moaning mess. “cum for me love.” he continues thrusting into you steadily and his thumb moves faster, bringing you into oblivion as you cum hard on his cock. his thumb continues his ministrations on your puffy clit and you feel him fill you up seconds later. the both of you took a moment to catch your breath. he looks up at your with pure adoration and pride, in a sense he can’t believe you’re his but also proud that he’s got you. proud that he can call you his girlfriend. he slowly and carefully pulls out of you and puts your thong back in place. he sits you up and pulls up the straps of your clothes, thumbs lingering at your chest area to check if your nipples are showing and tames your hair to smooth out the flyaways. he eyes the few red marks he left on your skin and kisses the spot - certainly sorry yet no so sorry at the red marks adorning your cleavage.

you looked at him as he dresses himself and cock your head to the side. “come on baby let’s go have something to eat, i’m starving.” he eyes you darkly yet fondly. “oh… okay let me shower first.” you get up and before you could leave to the bathroom he drags you away and proceeds to the front door.

“we’re gonna eat and you’re gonna sit there, with my cum inside or leaking out of you i don’t care,” he says in a cocky manner and that got you heated up. “either way, it’s my cum inside your pussy.”

your cheeks reddened at the thought of his cum leaking out of your useless thong and trailing on the sides of your thighs, with your short dress probably doing a bad job as well in covering any traces of it. however, you’re not opposed to it.

“when we’re done eating, i’ll clean you up for being such a good fucking girl. maybe even let you ride me in the car.” he darts his tongue out to prove his point. you grabbed his hand and make your exit and he smirks at that.

needless to say, he knows now he doesn’t need to be insecure anymore because he knows that he’ll always have you and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

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(UPDATED: OCTOBER 21st, 2022)

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The Light of Dead Stars (01) | KSJ (Seokjin x (f.) Reader; side Seokjin x (f.) OC; side Reader x Namjoon) @ahundredtimesover

a dozen tulips. (ksj) (florist + model seokjin x wife!reader) @writtenwhalien

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vanaera · 5 years

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The Constellations of the Big and Small Spoons

[Moodboard created by the amazing @jhspetitegf] Synopsis | You’re sick and your roommate’s gone for her hometown for the next days so your bestfriend, Jeon Jungkook (who loves you cares so, so much), plays nurse for the entire night. What he did not expect is to find himself also burning hot–moreover on your bed with your body intertwined with his. (OR: you and Jungkook’s single brain cells try to make sense of the night except Jungkook has his heart-shaped and yours, well, is just plain weird…or not? ) Characters | Jungkook x reader (Football player!jjk x writer + childhood friend!you; college!au + bestfriends to lovers! tho more like idiots to lovers) Genre | So much FLUFF (welcome to the TPAHR Universe) Wordcount | 3.3k A/N | Sorry for my inactivity guys, uni’s been a little too hard on me lately :(((( Anyway, here’s something I made as a gift for all my hons who patiently waited for another installment of this drabble series. Have fun reading and Happy Jungkook Day!

Read more of football!jk drabbles in The Prince and His Rose

The inky skies of the midnight haze are already sweeping across the room and yet, Jeon Jungkook feels the sun, even in its absence, is cursing him to the depths of hell. Scorching heat laps at his back, making him sweat even when the AC is blasting frigid air to his toes. A beaming glow, hot like the blinding afternoon daylight, seems to seep between his lashes, keeping his eyes excruciatingly wide open in the wake of the night. In this ungodly hour, such beam of light is non-existent, but Jungkook still feels it and he can’t do anything about it.

“You’re still a…awake, Kook?”

Jeon Jungkook can’t do anything about this heat when its very source is lying next to him–too close to him. Your legs are wound around his, your arms looped around the dip of his waist, and your breath fans against his nape, he could practically feel his baby hairs rising in succession.

However, at your question, the only thought taking up every space in his mind is the question: What does he do now? Does he answer you? Should he pretend to be asleep? Or, do he–

“A-am I being too clingy? S-sorry…” Jungkook feels you withdraw your arms and he panics. He immediately turns on his side, not caring about the sheets of your bed uncomfortably tangling around his legs. Jungkook’s hand shoots from his side, wrapping around your wrist that you have retreated back to your chest. He sees the surprise written on your face and he instantly unclasps his hand, keeping them crossed across his chest, just like your current position.

“N-no! You’re not clingy…I just,” Jungkook sighs and decides to let honesty play his cards. “I suddenly felt…weird.”

You look at him, eyes peering into him and he gulps. But before he can explain himself, you have already opened your mouth and asked, “Wh-why? Is it because of me? I-I’m sorry…”

Jungkook bites his lip as his heartbeat start to thunder loud and clear behind his ears, an imminent sign the songs in his chest are about to play anytime soon. He stares at you, drinking in your bleary eyes and furrowed forehead. If he’s gonna be honest now, everything about his current position is indeed all because of you.

***

It started with you overworking yourself again into the first month of the semester and Jungkook only knew about this when your common friend, Park Jimin, texted him you’re absent in the communication class you share with him. And Jungkook knows you care too much about your academic standing, with your scholarship and all, to tick off at least one of your course’s permitted leaves.

“It’s not that bad,” you told him once you woke up and saw his worry-streaked face, his form crouching next to your bedside, but Jungkook begs to differ. First of all, he found you slumped on your desk that afternoon hair uncombed, clothes unwashed, lunch pack you probably bought for the day still untouched, and a mess of papers splayed around your head, with a stray piece even covering your face. And second, he realized you’ve come down with a flu the moment he noticed your labored breaths and felt your skin burning up. So of course, this is bad. Jungkook frowns at the careless shrug you give him and it deepens when you tried to laugh at the situation and told him you’re fine and he should go back to his dorm even when you’re tucked up in your sheets, face pale, and voice hoarse like death.

Of course, he didn’t listen to you. With the years he’s grown with you, he always knew you easily get sick and take too long to get well. He would always hear your mom’s exasperated voice next door when she scolds you for getting drenched under the rain or standing too long under the sun. All of these were for the best of you, ten-year-old Jungkook found out, because when you turned seven, you got hospitalized for five days after coming down with an illness from just playing under the rain with him for an hour. As soon as you got discharged, your mom asked him to keep an eye on you if you ever try to pull off some stupid shit again. With three years ahead of you in age, Jungkook easily accepted such responsibility and for the next ten years, he zealously kept his promise to your mom.

So now with you sick and your roommate gone for her hometown for the next two days, there are no further questions to be asked. Jungkook will stay by your side for the night. Three years of coming-and-going to your dorm is enough for him to memorize that every Wednesday, your RA does not do her rounds. His butt is safe for tonight from momentary bad landings on the ground whenever he has to escape from your window.

Taking care of you is easy. He knows playing along with your whines will get him to make you eat the food he nearly cut a finger for in preparation. Asking you to tell him another run-over of your stories is the key to coax you to ignore your work for the mean time and take a shower. Finally, letting you ramble about the most random things is the ultimate power move to get you into bed and tuck you under the sheets. He still goes for this technique even though he ends up with the most ridiculous ideas plaguing him in his sleep like that time you wondered what if the Cerberus has its body reversed: instead of three heads and one body, it has one head and three bodies.

However, this night was different from the other nights he played nurse because this is the first time the power move did not work on you.

“Come lay next to me.”

“What?!” Jungkook whips his head to you, fingers frozen in the middle of arranging the papers on your desk.

“Come lay next to me,” you repeat, voice still soft but the conviction in it clearer. Jungkook straightens his back and faces you with a deadpan stare. The usual “No, Y/N, I won’t lie next to you. I have some blankets. I’ll sleep on the floor,” is already on the tip of his tongue. But as soon as he took a step towards you, your ultimatecounter-atack is played out in front of him: you with your puppy eyes and your bottom lip jutted out in a pout. Jungkook immediately freezes. Such sight used to affect his soft spot for you that will have him willing to consider your request back when he only saw you as a friend. But now–damn, not only does it affect his soft heart, it also instantly attacks a part of his brain–a part where he lets his feelings cloud his rational thinking and is most of the time occupied by you (in short, his whole brain–just kidding).

So there is no surprise Jungkook will only manage to squeak, “What?” amidst the tornado going on his body and the gigantic flash of red ready to take over his cheeks.

Unaware of his interior war with himself, you only fixed your gaze on him and said, “Come lay next to me. I’m feeling too cuddly and…lonely. Yeah, lonely. I didn’t manage to talk with anyone yesterday and I crave some human connection, which also only made me miss my bestfriend more.”

Jungkook is still rooted in his position, still giving you that troubled expression (brows knitted together, face flushed, lips parted in a weird semi-scowl, semi-smile that sometimes troubles you yourself), so you muttered, “Promise, you can leave my side as soon as I fell asleep.”

Jungkook bites his lip but wordlessly goes to your side of the bed to raise his hand to your direction, pinky jutted out. “You promise?”

You grin at him. “Aren’t we already too old for pinky swears? You’re making me look like I’m destroying your conscience by just asking you to keep me company.”

“Because you do–Goddamn it, Y/N, just promise me or not?!”

“Fine, fine, fine, I promise,” you interlock your pinky with his and seal the deal with a kiss on your thumb. “There, so can you know lay next to me? So I can also end your agony as soon as possible?”

“Damn, woman, you’re so demanding.” Despite such remark, Jungkook concedes and goes to the other side of your bed. After he finally tucks himself next to you with your blanket pulled to his chest like you do, he fixes you with a begrudging frown. “There. Satisfied?”

You laugh, “Yeah, so much!” You pulled his right arm closer to you, spreading his palm open to slot your fingers between the spaces of his own. Giggling at your now-intertwined hands, you turn to his side and look up at him. “Don’t you feel reminiscent of sleeping like this when we used to have sleepovers in your house?”

“Yeah, totally. Can you now sleep?” Jungkook answers with an annoyed huff, facing away from you and you only giggle at him.

“Okay, grumpy StarKook,” you chortle. “Remember not to get too close. You may get sick, too, and you can’t have that for tomorrow’s practice.” Drawling on your words, you pressed yourself further on your side of the bed to create more space between the two of you.

It is only when your soft snores fill the room that Jungkook breaks from his stiff position. He turns to your side, facing your curled-up form. The circles under your eyes have become darker than last week and your collarbones protrude on your skin a little too much for his liking. And he hates himself for not noticing anything earlier. He hates himself for missing out too much on you these days. He hates himself for making it up to you only now. But most of all, he hates himself for his inability to just outright say to you that he no longer sees you as just a friend but a person who’s unknowingly owned his heart.

He hates how he can’t easily return the sweet sentiments you generously pour on him. His lips conditioned to say the opposite of what his heart meant in fear of losing you with the burden he’s impending to give you once you knew everything about the songs in his heart. And even if he tried to make up for his poor choice of words with his actions, he hates how his progress is close to nothing in trying to make you see the way he sees you whenever you feel insecure, un-loved, un-qualified to live in the world. Because, you are so, so much more than the faults you always see in yourself.

So, even if Jungkook feels he’s still far from touching your heart the way you did his when you helped him realize his own passion, he won’t stop trying. Even if sometimes he gets easily knocked off his feet and rational thoughts fly away from his head the moment his eyes just as so much meet yours–Jungkook won’t stop loving you.

Jungkook sees the way you suddenly shift closer to him, forehead scrunched and lips frowning in discomfort. He raises his hand and awkwardly pats your hair. That seems to do the trick as the lines on your forehead smoothen out, your lips curving into a small smile. Jungkook then feels a squeeze on his hand and his heart instantly warms into a soft mush at the way you managed to keep yourself far from him so as not to infect him, but still near enough for you to reach him.

Jungkook’s about to sweep away the strand of hair that has fallen astray on your face when–

“Ko-ook, I…felt so bad today.”

Jungkook immediately tucks away his hand back to his chest. Your eyes are still closed, chest heaving evenly with your breaths so Jungkook’s not sure if you’re just sleep-talking or just letting him off the hook of what he’s about to do. Nevertheless, he replies, “W-why?”

“Be…because I can’t write these days and I…and my studies take up too much of my time and I just–I don’t knoow, feel like I’m not improving at aall.”

“I–,” Jungkok gulps “Well, I can help you with your studies?”

“No offense, Kook, but I don’t trust you with my pa-papers…My program is a reading course and you a-already sleep halfway through a five-paged short stooory.”

Jungkook laughs, “Okay, touché.” Damn, even in your drowsy state you still roast him well.

Despite his small chuckles, you continue on, still serious. “Bu…but what if I can’t find the time to wri–write anymore and end up not getting any of my stories published?”

Almost instantly, Jungkook replies, “You will get published.” Among all of the things he has agreed with, this is the only one he can be a hundred percent sure of.

“How did you know?”

“Because I know you will. And because I’ll make sure I’ll be the first person to buy a copy of your book.” Jungkook squeezes your hand, smiling.

“You…you promise?”

“Now look who told me we’re getting too old for pinky promises.”

“I just sai-said promise, you know. You’re the only grown-up who still likes pinky promises–Whatever, do you promise or not?

“Okay, okay, I promise.”

“Hmmm,” you yawn turning on your side of the bed, “It’s already laaate so feel free to sleep on my bed, Kook. But if you still want to go to your dorm and rest, you can leave me now. I’m already sleepyyy. Thank you again for the night.”

“Okay, I’m finally free!” Jungkook chuckles but he doesn’t make a move to leave. Not yet. He turns to look at your sleeping figure, eyes drinking in the curves and dips of your body. Jungkook shifts an inch closer to you, his hand poised near to your back. He aches to caress the soft tuff of hair in front of him but Jungkook keeps his hand to himself. This is enough for now. He just wants to prolong his opportunity to be with you like this, to have you close to him without worrying about the possible consequences of his feelings. A soft smile graces Jungkook’s face as he sighs.

***

Your eyes flutter open when you feel a sudden movement against your skin. The first thing that registers in your mind is that you’ve practically latched yourself onto Jungkook – lips pressed on his nape, arms looped around the dip of his waist, and feet slotted against his calves. What worries you though is your bestfriend is barely breathing. With the way his abdomen feels taut beneath your fingers and the soft expanse of his neck trembling under the space where you managed to press your nose against, you’re sure he’ll pass out anytime soon from holding his breath inside for too long.

“You’re still a…awake, Kook?” You called out, withdrawing your arms back to your chest, legs back to your side of the bed. “A-am I being too clingy? S-sorry…”

Jungkook suddenly moves away and then he’s now facing you. “N-no! You’re not clingy…I just,” Jungkook sighs, “I suddenly felt…weird.”

“Wh-why?” You mutter softly, brows furrowed. You then realize he must have been unable to leave just like you promised because you’re hugging him too tight in your sleep. You immediately brought your gaze down, apologetic. “Is it because of me? I-I’m sorry…I probably hugged you in my sleep and didn’t let you leave and go back to your dorm, and I’m sorry–”

Jungkook shakes his head and looks at you, wide awake now. Of course, everything about this night is because of you. He’s feeling all these things because of you–you who stupidly neglect your health for the sake of studying, you who whine at him yet successfully convince him to join you on your bed, and you who look so endearingly beautiful even when you’re sick and can barely keep your eyes open. Of course, it will always be you.

“No, it’s not because of you,” Jungkook breathes out.

But he won’t admit it to you.

“It’s because of me.”

Because he’s also at fault for dragging his chances tonight for too long and you are yet to know the reason why. Especially, not now–not this way.

“I got sleepy, too, so I just decided to sleep, and then I suddenly woke up when I felt you, uh…hugging me like that,” Jungkook clears his throat. “I-it’s just–I felt a bit queasy about you hugging me from behind.”

You blink at him. “You feel weird being the small spoon?”

Jungkook almost chokes on his own spit. “W-what?” Are you talking about spooning in bed? Where are you going with this conversation?!

“I mean,” you huff, “most guys I talk with complain about their partners’ hair smothering their faces when they are the big spoon. And, it’s not like I purposely hugged you just to find out whether you like being the small spoon or not, I just unconsciously hugged you FYI. But then again, why don’t you like being the small spoon? You used to like it when I am the big spoon in our sleepovers.”

“…When the hell did that happen?”

You narrowed your eyes at him and Jungkook laughs. Huffing, you turn your back to him, facing your side of the bed. “Nevermind, deny it all you want when we know your mother still has pictures of you snuggled in my embrace. Anyway, it’s good that I woke up on time. You should have woken me up when you felt me hug you. You need to stay far on the bed or else you’ll get sick too and–”

A thick arm drapes across your waist and a firm chest presses behind your back. You feel Jungkook’s knees slot next behind yours, his warm toes sliding beneath your cold feet. Before you can let out a squeak in surprise, you hear the voice of your bestfriend, rumbling right from his chest.

“I don’t want to be small spoon. I like to be the big spoon. So I can protect you at night.”

Chuckling, you try to ignore the searing warmth that has suddenly taken over your chest. Your ears also feel incredibly hot now, because of the cold, because of Jungkook–you don’t know, but the only thing you’re sure of is you like this warmth. Probably way more than you should. Grinning, you said, “Protect me from what?”

“From nightmares and bad people. Now be quiet and go to sleep, peanut.”

“Okay, okay, but…you have to let go now, Kook. You’ll also get sick–”

“Don’t wanna. I never get sick,” Jungkook murmurs against your hair, “I have the Jeon Effect.”

“Hmm’kay, suit yourself. Don’t let me tell you ‘I told you so.’” A beat passes and then you mumble something against your pillows–something Jungkook would have easily dismissed if not for one word that added to the flame in his heart.

“Goodnight…prince.”

It only takes about two minutes to have you snoring softly again in his arms. Jungkook releases the breath he’s been holding and lets his stiff shoulders drop in resignation. He presses himself closer to you, his arm draped across your waist moves as he finds for your fingers and intertwines it with his.

Pressing a tender kiss on the back of your head, Jungkook mutters, “Goodnight, my princess.”

Epilogue

“Mom,” Jungkook whispers on the phone, “Do you really have pictures of Y/N spooning me from behind?”

“Well, yeah…I didn’t know you knew I have copies of those, I only showed them to Y/N. Why did you ask?”

“N-nothing. Just checking.”

“Oh…kay. By the way, I also have photos of you spooning Y/N from behind. It’s so cute seeing you have turned around and switched your places. Ahh, I miss the toddler version of you. So cute!”

“Kook, are you–achoo!–talking with someone?”

“Oh shucks, mom, I have to go now. Bye bye, love you.” Jungkook ends the call and turns on his side to face you. “It’s just my mom, checking up on me.” But before you can ask him how’s his mom, Jungkook lets out a massive sneeze. He could feel your stare on him as he grabs some tissues from your tissue box–only to end up with insufficient three tissues and an empty box. He grins at you. “Can you hand me more tissues?”

Your lips pull into a straight line as you reach for the tissue box by your desk “Here. See, Jungkook? I told you to leave me yesterday, Now you’re sick, too.

“It’s okay. At least now I get you to focus all your attention on me.”

“W-what?”

“N-nothing.”

A/N pt.2 | So hi hons! Thank you for reading this installment!!! I’ve been down the couple of days because of so MUCH school work and…I feel like I’m not improving at all given with the sudden efflux of feedback to my recent writings :((( Hence, sorry if I kept you guys waiting for too long…Anyway, I hope I’ve progressed a little bit with this installment! Thank you for always supporting me and reading my stories!

P.S. If you also want to leave me some love, I have my arms wide open in my ask box ~( ; ^ ; )~

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noteguk · 3 years

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white lies | jjk | m

— summary; in which Jungkook lies his way out of and into trouble. But he can’t tell white lies when it comes to you.

— contents and warnings; smut, fluff, very minor angst, poor attempts at humor, athlete!jungkook x reader, childhood best friends, fake dating, idiots to lovers, far too many movie references, a tiny bit of jealousy, jk is a football/soccer player, mentions of alcohol and drugs, the catastrophic event that is a frat party, jk is kind of a himbo, so much sexual tension, mutual pining, a lot of touching, dirty talk, fingering, grinding, jk has a big dick, praise, body worship if you squint, unprotected sex (don’t.), pulling out, very mild possessiveness, mid-sex confessions, the L word…, Jungkook wants to fuck you in his team jacket because his tastes are very singular and you wouldn’t understand it

— words; 13,3k

— author’s notes; I know what you’re thinking… and yes, every bad movie mentioned is real. Also, this is a self-aware cliche and 100% self indulgent. Have fun!

When people first found out that you and Jungkook were friends, you received a very predictable, repetitive sequence of reactions.

First came disbelief. It was the most comprehensible one, at least from your perspective, taking into consideration that you and Jungkook were completely different people. He was loud (sometimes too loud) and outgoing, probably knew at least ninety percent of the campus population by name and city of origin. Jungkook was warm, friendly, the type of guy that you’d confess all your worries to if given enough time. You, on the other hand, was more on the “colder” side — you weren’t as inviting with strangers, and didn't mind going through moments of awkward silence. Jungkook was a talker and you were a listener; he was a daydreamer and you were a brute realist: maybe that was why your friendship worked so well. But most people couldn’t really get it.

Second came the questions — the doubts, the sideway glances, even a few bitter comments if you were unlucky enough. Jungkook had kind of a reputation when it came to sleeping around, so most people jumped to the conclusion that either you were his favorite plaything (which might have been the most offensive thing you’ve ever heard) or that you were simply the rare one he had friendzoned because he didn’t want to fuck you (a big runner-up to that prize). Eventually, though, you settled their anguishes simply by saying that you knew each other ever since you were kids.

Which took you to the final phase: relief and acceptance. The ones who saw you as a threat instantly relaxed, and the ones who couldn’t understand why he would “waste his time” with “someone like you” quickly understood that it was a deep, innocent connection that he was just “too sweet to let go.” Obviously, that didn’t make you feel any better.

Truth was, it was kind of hard being friends with Jungkook. Mostly because the boy casted a light so strong that it was almost impossible not to stay in his shadow, but also because you always felt like you had to justify your existence every time he chose you instead of anyone else. You were the person he ran to hug once his team won; you were the one he ditched other people for, just to hang out with you. It made you insecure. And, yeah, there was also the fact that you had been madly in love with him for some time now, but that was unimportant.

Well, until he asked you to be his (fake) girlfriend, that was.

Jungkook, bless his heart, was never one of the brightest when it came to real-life situations. He could ace a test with no issue, but, when it came to reading the room, he was a lost cause — something a bit paradoxical when you realized how social he was, but, well, people probably thought his cluelessness was adorable. And that might also be the reason why he never caught onto your pathetic crush, but that was a different topic.

“Why the fuck would I do something like that?” You munched on your chips, eyes flickering over the TV screen. The two of you had made the terrible decision to hatewatch all the bad shark-themed movies you could find, and now you were suffering the brain-smoothing consequences. “Sounds like the dumbest plan in the world. And I don’t understand what you’d get out of that.”

He whined, throwing his head back against the couch. Jungkook had been trying to convince you for half a movie now, and he was running out of arguments. “I told you already,” he stressed, eyes locked to the white ceiling. With the living room completely immersed in shadows, the shades of blue and yellow from the television reflected off his face like a prism. “The boys have been teasing me because I could never hold a date.”

“And? That’s your problem.” You looked at him, meeting his desperate stare. “And, honestly, why did you even lie about it? It’s true, you know it.”

“You’re cruel.” Jungkook tugged the bag of chips off your hands, ignoring your complaints. “I have my reasons.”

You laughed. “Yeah, what is it again? Waiting for the right person?” You teased, watching as his frown only deepened, his cheeks puffed out as he angrily chewed. “Come on, Cinderella, snap out of that fairy tale. Have you stopped to think how many nice girls you let go because of that stupid mindset?”

“It’s not stupid,” he murmured, clearly irritated.

With a sigh, you shrugged. “Fine. It’s not.” You yanked the bag of chips away from him, slightly sad that it was almost finished. Unfortunately, your marathon had made you eat a lot more junk food than your body could probably handle, but that was a problem for the future you. Present you really wanted more chips. “I’m just bitter.”

“We can agree on that.” He smirked, a devilish glint in his eyes that prepared you for the worst. “What was it that those guys called you in high school?”

You pointed at him. “Don’t,” you warned.

But his smirk only grew, morphing into a full-blown (dazzling) smile. “Ice queen?” Jungkook tried.

You rolled your eyes, sinking into the couch. “It’s a dumb nickname, shut up,” you groaned, trying to focus on the shitstorm that unreveled on the television. There was a priest trying to exorcise the ghost of a demon shark, and that was a thousand times more interesting than recalling the nightmare that was high school. “It got even worse when Frozen came out.”

“Still gets to you, though.” Jungkook poked you on the shoulder, allowing himself one last laugh at your distress before striking once again. “So… wanna help me?”

Yeah, like that would have magically changed, you thought. “I already said no.”

Jungkook leaned forward, pressing his forehead against his palms. He was in anguish, but you couldn’t feel that sorry when he had caused that himself. “But I already told them we were dating,” he whined, defeated.

“Again, sounds like a you problem,” you said, throwing the empty bag of chips on the coffee table. “Just say that you panicked and made some shit up. Own up to it, you’re already a grown up.”

Jungkook shook his head. “I can’t, they’ll never believe me again.”

You sighed, crossing your arms. “Dragging this out won’t make it any better. You should tell them the truth,” you said, pausing for an instant. “Actually, I can’t see this ending well in, like, any possible scenario. Even Doctor Strange had better odds in Infinity War.”

The fact that you liked Jungkook was the key point that he didn’t have access to, but that was very clear inside your head. Even in the best possible outcome, in which no one doubted a single thing and everything magically went back to normal, you’d still have to live with that weight inside your chest. Sounds pretty fucking painful to pretend to be someone’s girlfriend when you were almost considering selling your soul to turn that into a real situation. And then to be done with it like it wasn’t nothing more than a business transaction, or a platonic favor for a good friend... that would just suck, to put it lightly.

Sadly, Jungkook wouldn’t give up so easily. “What if we, like, only do it tomorrow night?” He pressed on, turning to take a better look at you. He always looked so breathtaking, his gorgeous big eyes just staring at you like a cute dog pleading for a piece of meat. You could sense yourself starting to fold, and that was always a bad sign. “Just for a few of my friends to see us together, show that it’s the truth, and then I can just say that we didn’t work out and decided to stay friends.”

“But it’s not the truth,” you stressed, turning your head back to the television. You were starting to get pissed at the fact that you’d have to watch that movie again to try and make sense of what was happening. But you were also sad because you were both considering his request and suffering in advance because of its unavoidable consequences. “I don’t wanna be just another name in your list of conquests, Jungkook.”

Correction: you didn’t want to pretend to be one. You were fine with trying something out (for real) with Jungkook, even if you didn’t get a fairy tale ending. You just didn’t want to play with your own emotions — and probably induce some emotional trauma — because your best friend couldn’t own up to the fact that he lied about something (again).

And, yet, it was getting to you. Just like a vipers’ venom, it had started to spread inside your body, corroding the walls you had built up for yourself. Your therapist would rip you to shreds if she knew you were thinking like that, but maybe ignoring the only chance you’d have with Jungkook — real or not — would be the foolish decision there.

Besides, it couldn’t be that bad, could it? You could push your pride aside and help a friend during a time of need… and who knows, maybe get a couple kisses along the way? And just for one night? You could do that…

Back in the present, Jungkook was just now digesting your previous claim. “What? You’d never be just that,” he guaranteed, an expression of bewilderment plastered all over his obnoxiously handsome face. Every day was a new test from God, and you were failing miserably. “You’re my best friend. I’d do anything for you.”

Ouch. That was a low hit. And worse? You knew that he didn’t say that with any malicious intent to manipulate you or anything — he genuinely meant it. Jungkook was such a sweetheart when it came to you, he’d stay up to help you with your projects; volunteer to take you out on an adventure when you were feeling down, even if he had to face the consequences of skipping practice later. He had done so much for you, and you couldn’t even push your feelings aside one time to help him out.

Your high school insecurities were starting to erupt, and you were thinking that maybe those dumb nicknames were right. Maybe you were kind of a cold-hearted bitch. Especially when your best friend/love of your life was pouting and begging you to help him and all you could do was to mock him.

Beside you, Jungkook deflated like the saddest balloon in the world, a long sigh leaving his lips. “You know what? You’re right, this is stupid,” he admitted, running one hand through his hair. You always wanted to do the same, it was so soft and puffy that you could get lost in it. Also, there was something about the tattoos on his arms, the veins of his hand, that just made you lose your mind. “I should just own up to it.”

Took you a couple seconds for your rational brain to catch up to your horny one, but it eventually did. “It’s okay, I’ll do it,” you told him. “Just one night.”

“Really?” Jungkook’s eyes widened like a kid’s during Christmas morning, a beautiful smile overtaking his features. He jumped in your direction and, before you could even react, his strong arms were wrapping around you, pulling you into a warm hug. You were so fucked. “You’re the best! I owe you big time.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll remember that.” You placed your hand on his forehead and pushed him away, ignoring both his whiny complaints and the quickening of your heartbeat. “Now back to our shark exorcism.”

Jungkook’s teammates didn’t get why the two of you were still friends.

As Jimin, the world’s most competitive striker once said, some things are so obvious that you just can’t ignore them unless you have a secret agenda. When it came to that specific subject, the obvious thing would be that Jungkook had an earth-shattering crush on you, and his secret agenda was the fact that he was too blind to see that it was mutual, so he decided to repress it until it asphyxiated him.

His teammates tried to warn him over and over again that you, in fact, were all heart eyes and chuckles when he came around, Namjoon even got close to creating an entire PowerPoint presentation about it, but all of it fell on deaf ears. Jungkook, in his blissful ignorance, just wouldn’t hear it. From where he was standing, there was just no conceivable way that his laughable childhood crush had any chance of being mutual.

Jungkook didn’t know much about psychology, though, because, if he did, he might have faced those emotions head-first instead of avoiding them until they started presenting themselves in different, slightly destructive ways. When you repress something, it doesn’t really go away, it just settles somewhere else, like squeezing a handful of slime. No matter how much he tried to get a hold of it, it still slipped between his fingers — made him cancel dates last minute to spend the night with you, convinced him to do the dumbest things just to make you happy.

And, now, in a weird projection of a personal fantasy, he was pretending to be your boyfriend.

In his defense, it wasn’t a machiavellian plan he had meticulously constructed: it just kind of happened. Jungkook wasn’t exactly a poster child when it came to being teased — after all, he was used to be being the best at practically everything — and, when his teammates all ganged up on him during their break, claiming that he just couldn’t get a girlfriend even if he tried, both his annoyance and the practice-induced exhaustion made him say that he was already dating someone.

“Yeah, right,” Hoseok had mocked, pressing a towel against his sweaty forehead. The changing room thankfully had a great ventilation system, combined with large windows, otherwise they would’ve died from the heat and the smell already. “Just say that you can’t take a joke and move on, Jeon. No need to lie about it.”

Taehyung barged in before Jungkook could get a word out. “Besides, we know there’s only one person that can fit inside your heart,” he said, watching as Jungkook’s eye twitched. “How’s ___ doing, by the way?”

“She’s fine,” he answered, monotone.

“Yeah? Are you gonna ask her out or what?” Jimin teased, his voice coming from beyond a row of lockers. “Or are we free to do that?”

In typical animal planet fashion, the locker room exploded in a roar of laughs and fragmented provocations, every guy trying to speak louder than the other. Jungkook felt himself shrink, his frown deepening as his heartbeat quickened. There was something burning at his insides, a mixture of shame and jealousy, and that was exactly what pushed those idiotic words out of his mouth.

“Actually,” he started speaking when the thunderous laughter diminished, turning around to place his bag back in his locker. “I’m dating ___.”

It was almost amazing how fast the room morphed into a crypt — the thick silence hitting Jungkook right in the face, weighing down and turning into guilt and worry inside his stomach. He was unable to look back and face his friends, instead pretending to be extremely interested in his bag’s zipper.

Why did he always do that? Why couldn’t he tell the truth for once in his life?

“That seems even harder to believe,” Taehyung was the first one to speak, the one brave soul that verbalized what they all were thinking. Simply as that, life returned to the locker room, and so did the sounds of his teammates laughing at him. “Just yesterday you were acting all nervous around her.”

Jungkook slammed his locker door shut, turning around with a determined expression. “Well, yeah, because I was planning to ask her to be my girlfriend,” he had never constructed a lie so fast before, but, even then, Taehyung didn’t look like he was buying it. “I’m serious.”

Which was probably the least trust-worthy thing he could say.

“Prove it, then.” Hoseok smiled, crossing his arms. “Call her right now.”

“I’ll do you better,” Jungkook didn’t hesitate — a terrible sign, he realized one heartbeat too late; it was never good when his mouth decided to take the lead, allowing for the words to flow out of him before they could be filtered by his logical brain. But Jungkook was competitive, both in the field and in his personal life, and he couldn’t stand the humiliation that came from both losing an argument and being caught in a lie. As ironic as that was. “I’ll take her to Saturday’s party and you can all see it with your own eyes.”

Jungkook was just buying himself some time, hoping that his charms would be enough to sweep you into his miraculous scheme before his teammates could realize something was off. Hoseok, of course, did not know that, but his expression showed that he wasn’t all too convinced either. “Sounds great,” he lowered his voice, looking at his friend up and down. “See you there, Jeon.”

Jungkook left the locker room with a crown of victory hovering over his head and a bright, prideful smile — one which shrunk and shrunk as his day progressed and he realized that there was no way in hell that you’d accept to be swept into his personal melodrama.

He had enough time between that conversation and the night at your place to go through all the stages of grief. In denial he found himself running from those cyclical thoughts, ignoring that it had happened in the first place — maybe it was all a big misunderstanding and his friends would let that situation go; maybe he didn’t have to sacrifice his friendship with you just to avoid being wrong about something. In anger, came anxiety, frustration at himself for being so dumb and impulsive, allowing for his ego to step in the way and shield him from reason. That one he suffocated with extra gym time and a consequential terrible cramp in his shoulder.

Soon enough came bargain and Jungkook was thinking that, if he were to be very lucky, he could convince his friends that you happened to be way too sick to go to the party that night, and that, weirdly enough, you two broke up the very next day and you didn’t want to talk about it ever. Maybe he could go through all that in secret, use all his brain power to construct an elaborate, moviesque plan to get him out of the ditch he had dug himself and no one would ever know of his dirty lies.

It was all for nothing, however — the depression stage materialized soon after, in the middle of his advanced calculus class, and Jungkook was practically imploding over the fact that he had managed to ruin everything between you two, and also between him and the rest of his team. That was it: not only would he lose his best friend (and perhaps the love of his life) but he would also lose trust and respect in the field.

Acceptance only reached him when Jungkook was on his way to your place, and he came to terms with the idea that he was already in deep shit, so he should at least try and change that. He would ask you to pretend to be his girlfriend for a bit — even if he was positive you’d laugh until you were out of breath and never let him forget about it — under the possibility that perhaps, you’d say yes.

Which, surprisingly, you did.

Now, Jungkook wasn’t particularly emotional when it came to most things — even in the field, he managed to control that side of him well — but there was something intense bubbling up in his stomach as he made his way back to his dorm after the movie was over; a laugh that hung somewhere between maniacal and desperate that he couldn’t hold back. That could be bad, really bad. Especially considering that he didn’t have the slightest clue how he would hold himself back from just vomiting out a fervent love confession the second that you kissed him.

Because that was supposed to happen, right? In a relationship, pretend one or not, people should kiss. He should act like your boyfriend, perhaps a fantasy that he had way too often, and still spare enough brain matter to remind himself that it was all fake. And that it was also all his fault.

As established, Jungkook was the president of the company of putting himself in extremely uncomfortable situations. And, when the night of the party arrived, he decided to screw himself even further by lending you his team jacket.

It was because it was cold, he tried to brainwash himself. It was because you were cold, because the night was cold, and not because he liked the view of you in it in the slightest. Or maybe because it was a bomb pumping his thorax full of pride and possessiveness; because it was making him believe, even for a second, that you two were part of a chimerical alternative universe in which you were together. Not at all. It was strictly business — the neighborly job of a worried best friend, at most.

“Is this really necessary?” you spoke his doubts out loud, tugging at the sides of his large jacket.

Jungkook managed to keep his cool, eyes darting around the peaceful streets. You two were close to the party, he could already listen to the repetitive beat echoing through the cool breeze, and every step he took amplified his anticipation by tenfold. “It speaks for itself,” he told you, his hand firm on your waist. You were wearing a sleeveless top and a skirt in the same color, and there was a stripe of exposed skin in between the two that Jungkook’s hand brushed against sometimes. He felt like he was a virgin again, hyper-aware of your body and completely unsure what to do with himself. “Besides, you look good wearing it.”

You rolled your eyes. “I look stupid.”

Jungkook glimpsed at you, a sleazy smile growing on his lips. “You look like my girlfriend.”

You snorted. “Oh, so I look super stupid,” you corrected, looking away.

“Funny,” Jungkook answered, monotone. His smile melted away — there was no way in hell it was mutual, he thought, his friends were just fucking him over, trying to see him embarrass himself. “I hope you act better than you tell jokes.”

“It’s probably as good as the effects in Birdemic,” you said.

Jungkook shook his head — he had conflicting emotions when it came to that movie, considering that it was so awful that he laughed to the point of choking on his popcorn. You, being the empathic friend you were, brought up his near-death experience as often as you could. “At least that movie was funny, your poor acting will just be sad,” he threw back.

“Thanks.” You giggled, making his heart leap inside his chest. Jungkook wanted to beat his head against the asphalt until that shy spirit of his middle school past left his body completely. “I’ll let you do the talking.”

Jungkook nodded, allowing his gaze to navigate around the neighborhood — there were a handful of strangers in the streets with the two of you, but it was a shortcut to the frat house that not many people knew of. It brought along a peculiar sentiment of intimacy; the way your features were covered by the pale yellow of the light poles making him want to dive in and kiss you until he couldn’t even breathe. The realization that he could actually do that, under the excuse of a fake relationship, was one that almost knocked him out.

“Just to be sure, by the way,” Jungkook started. “You’re okay with me, like, touching you like you were my girlfriend, right?”

You looked at him for a moment, measuring his expression. “Yeah, that’s part of it,” you told him. “I’m guessing you are okay with it as well?”

“Fine by me.” Jungkook cleared his throat. The frat was literally just around the corner, buzzing into the night with a generic beat and the joyful yelps of hundreds of strangers. He usually enjoyed that cacophony of sounds, but, that time, it was like the screams from hell. “Just a couple hours, okay? Then you’re free.”

“It’s fine,” you told him. “How bad can it be?”

Short answer: bad. Long answer: bad, but with a twist.

Jungkook looked around the party like he was a kid lost in the supermarket, his eyebrows furrowed as he searched for his teammates (which that whole spectacle was supposed to be for). You felt like a piece of a puzzle thrown in the wrong box, leaning against his toned body as he tried to think of what to do.

“So…” You cleared your throat, trying to make yourself heard through the loud beating of the song. Jungkook followed your voice, leaning in closer. Maybe your heart skipped at that, but no one had to know. “What’s the plan, captain?”

Jungkook clicked his tongue. You two were leaning against one of the walls of the large living room, in a somewhat calm corner of the party. “I don’t know, I’m not feeling like being interrogated right now,” he said. “I think it’s better if we wait for the guys to get a bit more drunk so they don't think too much about it.” He sighed, looking around for a bit longer. “We could stay here for a while, just sit down and talk. What do you think?”

“Sounds good.” You breathed out. “I’m taking any chance to rest my feet at this point.”

The ancient gods of the frat parties seemed to be on your side, because it didn’t take much longer than a couple minutes to find a sofa that 1) was unoccupied and 2) didn’t look like it had any suspicious fluids on it. You settled by Jungkook’s side, a breath of relief escaping your chest as you felt the pressure on your calves subside considerably — all you wanted was to go back in time and kill whoever thought high heels were a good idea.

However, you relaxed way too early.

You had to hold back a surprised gasp when Jungkook abruptly tugged your legs onto his lap, one hand finding the curvature of your waist instantly.

“This feels... intimate,” your voice sounded stiff when you spoke up, pushing your skirt down.

“Yeah, that’s the point.” His eyes roamed around the room for exactly two seconds before they widened just slightly, then snapped back at you. “Okay, two things.” Jungkook placed one arm on the couch behind you, murmuring as he leaned in. He had that scheming expression on his face that had been plaguing you ever since middle school, when he first discovered pranks, and you didn’t think that was a good sign. “First: Yoongi, Jin and Namjoon are here, and they’re looking— shh, don’t look! Dumbass.”

“Sorry. You’re the dumbass,” you said. It was hard not to look when you felt as if you were under a microscope, watched closely by his meat-headed friends. Still, you tried to keep your composure. “And the second?”

He exhaled, the hand that was on your waist traveling to touch your cheek. You wondered if he could feel how hot your skin had become. “It’s kind of the time that you have to commit to being my fake girlfriend,” Jungkook warned, stare oscillating towards your mouth. “I’m gonna kiss you now, okay?”

Suddenly, you felt like you were right back in high school, about to have your first kiss and not having a single clue about how to do it. “O-Okay,” you whispered.

Jungkook didn’t waste any time. Before you could think about something to try and break the ice, his mouth was on yours, silencing you and turning your thoughts into white noise. He kissed you softly, much slower than you had expected, giving you time to adapt to the tender movement of his lips caressing yours.

You sighed, gradually remembering how to move your limbs. Your hands rested on his broad shoulders as he leaned his head to the side, opening his mouth just slightly and deepening the kiss. No matter how many times you had fantasized about that moment, it could never compare to the way his tongue slipped inside your mouth, nor the small grunt he let out against your lips. Kissing Jungkook felt like heaven and you had completely forgotten about your fake dating situation until he decided to pull back just a bit.

“Fuck, you’re a good kisser,” he mumbled, nose bumping against yours.

You let out a breathy laugh. “Why do you sound so surprised?”

“I’m not surprised.” His hand slithered down to your hips, his warm palm sending shockwaves through your body. You felt like you were in danger from the way he was speaking, his body moving closer to yours. “I knew you would be.”

Jungkook didn’t even give you time to process his words before he was kissing you again — sloppier, hungrier this time. Again and again, he chose to throw gasoline into the flame of your desire, and what could you do but to melt under his touches, to kiss him just as eagerly.

Faithlessly, you were trying to convince yourself that it was all an act, that he was just playing it up because he knew his friends were watching. But his hand just felt so firm on your hips, pulling you closer as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, fingers digging into the soft sea of his hair. It seemed so real when he moaned softly against your mouth, biting on your lower lip before tracing kisses down your jaw, towards your neck.

Or maybe you were just so deep inside your own illusions that you didn’t want to believe that it was all for show.

Your eyes parted just slightly, trying to find his friends amongst the crowd of strangers. It was extremely hard to think when Jungkook was sucking and licking his way down your neck, his hand squeezing your thighs. Apparently they were nowhere in sight, though, for those obviously bright orange jackets had left your field of vision.

“Jungkook,” you called, surprised at how firm your voice came out. The boy only hummed against your flesh, not paying much attention to what you were saying. “I think they already left.”

Still, it didn’t seem like he was willing to stop. Jungkook mumbled against your neck, his voice so low that you almost didn’t catch his words past the loud music. “Yeah, but someone else can be watching.”

You didn’t know who, though, and you didn’t really care. You were more worried about the small bites he was placing on your skin, the soft sucking of his mouth that left you pressing your legs together, begging for relief. “Um, okay, but there’s a minor emergency,” you told him.

That managed to get his attention, for the boy pulled back so he could look at you. “What is it?” He asked, worried.

You shifted around on the couch, your legs still thrown over his lap. You noticed something hard poking against your skin, which gave you enough momentum to admit out loud that, “I’m, like, soaking wet right now,” you said. “My neck is super sensitive and I’m really trying to hold back here.”

Jungkook froze, blinking a few times and your words settled in his mind. He would never understand how you could be so shy in one second, and then just throw that bomb on his lap like it wouldn’t make his dick rock hard in record time. “Fuck, how can you just say that so naturally?” He cursed.

“Sorry.” You bit your lip. Jungkook had to fight the urge to kiss you again. “I’m just being honest.”

How ironic was it that, while Jungkook lied his way through life, you had no problem throwing those random truths right at his face? The opposites do attract, after all.

He cleared his throat, unsure if he should pull away or not. “Want me to stop?”

“I don’t know,” you admitted, “I think this is getting weird.”

Maybe it would be the perfect time for the world to just open up and eat him whole, considering that Jungkook had never felt so embarrassed in his life. “Weird how?” He asked.

“Weird like… weird.” Self-expression under moments of extreme sexual pressure really wasn’t your forte. You broke eye contact, flustered, instead choosing to look at the cluttered coffee table by your side. Jungkook’s hand was still on your body and you liked his touch far too much for your own well-being. “Maybe it would be better if we just went home.”

“Right now?” Jungkook whined. Sometimes he still acted like the kid you knew, all puffy cheeks and demands for attention; for things to happen the way he wanted. You, being the simp that you were, were his number one enabler. “One more hour, please? We’ve been here for so little time, I just wanna cover all my bases.”

His pouty lips and needy voice was a Molotov cocktail thrown directly in your heart. “Fine.” You puffed out.

“Thank you!” Jungkook beamed, leaning in to place a kiss on your lips. The action was so automatic, so unthought, that neither of you reacted to it for a second. “Um… why do you say we try the backyard? Jimin said he’d try some new barbecue technique or whatever, so maybe they’re outside.”

“And after that we leave?” You asked. He nodded. “And you do the talking?”

“I’ll try my best,” Jungkook agreed.

You sighed. “Okay. I need some fresh air anyways.”

Back in middle school, you had a very eccentric world history teacher. You clearly remember one afternoon that she simply walked in and asked the class what was the worst type of torturing they could ever imagine a human could endure — which ended up being a great opening line to a very interesting class about the medieval times and the ways of the inquisition, but also something that plagued you for a long time. That night, when you returned home, you dove into the rabbit hole about the topic and (much to the horror of your parents) discovered a thing or two about torture methods.

The key point, it seemed, wasn’t even about the actual physical act, but about the horrendous expectation that came from it. Psychological torture could break a person apart before someone even laid a finger on them. You knew that already, but you had never truly witnessed it until that night.

“Well, guess I have to take back what I said,” Hoseok started, his speech slightly slurred by the alcohol. Jungkook was right, they were a lot less intense after a few drinks, and apparently weren’t questioning a lot either. “I didn’t think you two would ever end up together after so many years of bullshit, but here we are.”

“Cheers to that, brother,” Jimin barged in, raising his cup.

Jungkook chuckled behind you. “You guys have no fucking faith in me.”

As a typical former theater kid, you were naturally dramatic. But you weren’t kidding when you said that pretending to be Jungkook’s girlfriend might be a newfound method of psychological torture — especially when he made you sit on his lap, his head resting on your shoulder and strong arms wrapped tightly around you. It was because there were no more chairs left in the backyard, and he wanted to play the gentleman/possessive boyfriend and didn’t allow you to stand up. But justificatives were fruitless when you could feel him getting harder by the minute.

“It’s not about faith, you just fucked me up,” Taehyung said. He was the least inebriated one out of the group, but that didn’t mean much. “I owe Yoongi like fifty bucks now, thanks, man.”

Jungkook was probably going to say something equally ludicrous in return, but your curiosity made you act quicker. “Why?” You asked.

Taehyung clicked his tongue, leaning back against his chair — it was the type that folded in half, and you were thinking he would flip over any second now if he continued with those harsh movements. “Ah. No biggie. He was one of the few people who believed your boyfriend here when he said you two were together.”

You giggled, trying to keep yourself composed. Unlike Jungkook, you were not very skilled when it came to making up lies at the spot, so you ended up deflecting a little. “Yeah, it was a bit… sudden. So I understand the surprise.”

Hoseok yawned, throwing his head back. “Nah, not really a surprise.”

You blinked. “What do you mean?”

Jungkook narrowed his eyes, shifting a little behind you. You felt him tense up, which probably wasn’t a good sign. “Yeah, what do you mean?” He echoed.

“I mean… that it wasn’t a surprise,” Hoseok repeated, raising his eyebrows in a quiet mockery, as if you had just questioned the color of the sky. “Yoongi was sure Jungkook had finally gotten the balls to confess to you. I, myself, didn’t think it was that likely.”

Wait, what? Suddenly you felt like you were the one being lied to, and all of them were in it together, building this huge prank around that story just to humiliate you. There was no way Hoseok was serious about that, not when the booze was probably melting his brain.

Before you could continue to think about that, however, Jungkook spoke up. “Man, you guys suck.” He laughed. “I told you I’d do it someday and you never believed it.”

Ah. That was it. Jungkook had lied about it just like he had done countless times in the past.

You deflated a little, a sting of pain inside your chest as the conversation continued to unravel around you. Right then and there, you felt like the stupidest person alive, with no right to complain about the consequences you knew would come from that idea. Even if you had almost convinced yourself otherwise, what probably happened was that Jungkook got cornered some time in the past about some other girl, and ended up telling his friends that he liked you instead, just to get out of that situation. Like some of his lies, it snowballed, and it took you to where you two were now.

It was hard not to feel hurt, even if you still believed you were a bit at fault for agreeing to his moronic plan. You knew you’d end up like this, suffering over someone who didn’t see you the same way, and you still fell headfirst into that trap. Maybe you were the bad guy in that situation, maybe you were the creepy one for taking advantage of his situation just to feel his body against yours, just to kiss him and pretend that it was all true. Maybe you had no room to judge.

If you concentrated really hard, you could probably pinpoint the exact moment in which you realized that you were head over heels for your best friend. It wasn’t as glamorous as you’d like, just a dirty thought catalyzed by your teen hormones that unleashed an avalanche — it had happened back in the dark, desolate lands of high school, when you were cheering for Jungkook during one of his games. It was an important one, from what you could remember, his brain buzzing with the tension of his senior year and the promise of a fantastic victory. As always, you were there for him: front row, face painted with the colors of your high school, and cheering him on.

He smiled at you, like he always did, but there was something odd about it. Like a lightning crossing the sky, one simple (yet fatal) intrusive thought popped up inside your head: he’s hot.

It was all downhill from there. As much as you tried to wave those ideas away, they kept growing and multiplying, finding new ways to justify themselves — not only was Jungkook hot, suddenly, but you also realized that he would be an amazing boyfriend. He was sweet, kind, funny, determined, a bit ditzy sometimes but nothing you couldn’t deal with. He heard you complain about your problems when needed, but also felt comfortable enough to be vulnerable with you. There were so many shared interests between you two that you were positive that you could talk forever and never run out of topics to discuss. Jungkook was a walking minefield and you just stepped right on it.

And there you were, stumbling your way down into hell as your lives progressed, and Jungkook got into the same college as you. As predicted, he quickly grew to be the campus’ new star player: a great attacking midfielder, with the number 10 plastered on his shirt and a heart-stopping smile on his face. How on earth could you fight that temptation? It was like a re-enactment of Eve and the snake in the garden of eden. Only the snake had amazing thunder thighs that looked even better with his team’s shorts.

You always asked yourself if Jungkook knew what he was doing when he used his shirt to dry the sweat on his forehead, leaving his glistening abs in full display; or maybe when he hugged and swirled you around after they won a game. Part of you wanted to believe that he liked you back, even if you couldn’t really see it. Most of you believed that he was just his personality and nothing else.

“Hey,” he breathed out, voice husky against your ear. You thanked his oversized jacket for concealing the goosebumps on your arms. “You good?”

Just on the brink of a meltdown, no biggie. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

He hummed, nuzzling his face against your neck. “Just a little bit longer, alright?” He placed a tiny kiss there, but it was powerful enough to make you whimper quietly. No one seemed to notice, but you didn’t know why Jungkook did that when you had just told him that your neck was sensitive. “They seem convinced.”

Maybe “they” should have you included as well, because you had to actively remind yourself that you two were just acting, that he didn’t see you that way. Nevermind the pool of wetness between your legs, nevermind the way your body was on edge with his strong arms pulling you closer; his chiseled abs pressed tightly against your back. Nevermind Jungkook’s sweet smell or the gentle touches of his lips against your skin. It was all fake, dollar store material. It was just a matter of time before your ride became a pumpkin and the dream was over.

At the same time, you could tell that Jungkook was being affected as well — you could feel the outline of his hard cock poking against your ass when you pressed down on his lap; noticed the tense movements of his arms as they held onto your body. And when Jungkook spoke, with his head placed on your shoulder and a solemn expression on his face, you could tell that he got just a bit choked up every time you shifted around, brushing your ass against his erection.

The human brain is amazing when it comes to searching for any reason to prove our own theories, however, and that was why you weren’t taking any of those signs seriously — cognitive bias was a thing, and you weren’t falling for its tricks. If there are people out there that believe that the earth is flat, even with a ridiculous amount of evidence against it, you couldn’t trust yourself in believing that you had enough proof to think that Jungkook was interested in you. Maybe your argument was equivalent to “well, I can’t see gravity so it doesn’t exist”, and you didn’t even know it.

So you decided to take it easy, to aim towards the side of caution, as the night progressed into the deeper levels of Dante’s Inferno. By the time that Jungkook decided that you two had accomplished your goal and it was time to get you home, you almost cried in relief.

You two drove in almost complete silence, only sparsely commenting on a few occurrences of the night. There was a thick blanket of tension hanging between the two of you, a bitter taste in the back of your throat that you couldn’t ignore. It had been a fun night, yeah, but it was done with. Time to burst that bubble and crash back into reality.

Thankfully or not, depending where you stood, Jungkook didn’t seem to be as worried about those details. He was ridiculously cheerful, beyond proud of his skills, and a little over the moon about the fact that he had been with you the entire night, acting out things he never thought would come true.

“There you go, all done,“ he exclaimed, victorious, the second you two walked into your apartment. “It wasn’t that bad, was it?”

You scoffed, leaning against the wall so you could remove your shoes. “It wasn’t good either,” you said, monotone. You were physically, emotionally and psychologically exhausted, and you seriously didn’t want to look at his annoyingly pretty face for another second. “Have fun telling them about our instantaneous breakup.”

At that, Jungkook visibly tensed up. “Ha. Yeah…”

You sighed, beyond pissed off (and heartbroken) at that point. You weren’t Jungkook, weren’t built to lie your way through life, to pretend as if the feelings inside your chest were not your own. “By the way — fuck, I hate high heels,” you complained, throwing your shoes on the floor with a bit more force than necessary. Jungkook flinched a little, distracted. “By the way, what did Hoseok mean by that?”

He blinked, swallowing dry. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck — think of something. “By what?”

You raised one eyebrow. “Saying that you’d never have the guts to confess or whatever.”

The worst part was that Jungkook could see in your downcast eyes that you had no idea what you were asking him. You seriously couldn’t tell that he had feelings for you — or, if you did, you simply couldn’t believe it. Or maybe you just despised him on a level in which a crush would be preposterous to even consider. “Ah.” He clicked his tongue. Think, you dumbass! Come up with something! “That.”

You were getting a little choked up now. There was no way you couldn’t notice the trademarked signals of Jungkook buying himself some time, trying to come up with something inside that evil head of his. Maybe you had been right thinking that he had mentioned your name randomly one day, just to save his ass, and now he was dealing with the backlash of his actions. “Yeah, what was it about?” You pressed on.

Jungkook chuckled, nervous. “Man… I was really hoping you’d forget that.”

You took a step closer to him, anticipating what was to come. If he was going to hurt you, you wished he would just do it quickly, without dragging it out so much. “Just tell me, Jungkook.”

And he was trying. Kind of. Jungkook was looking at you like his brain was frying, the Widow’s blue screen reflecting off his widened eyes. “Fuck,” he cursed under his breath, stare falling to the floor. “I can’t lie to you about that.”

You scoffed, venom running up your throat. That was priceless. “You tell white lies almost every day, why is this so different?”

“Because it’s not a white lie.”

You furrowed your eyebrows and narrowed your eyes, taking another step towards him. “Why are you thinking about lying to me, in the first place?” You asked. “Even if… even if it will hurt me. I deserve to know.”

“Uhh…” he hesitated, rubbing the back of his head. “Because the truth kind of sucks and it can fuck everything up. And I don’t wanna do that.”

Apparently you were right about your previous theory, then. Jungkook didn’t see you the same way, after all. And that was fine (it wasn’t), but he couldn’t even grow a pair and tell you straight on. “So you would rather avoid it?” You didn’t relent, motivated by your frustration, your hurt, that sickly feeling of betrayal — everything at once. “That has been kind of a running theme with you, hasn’t it?” You stared at him, but Jungkook could only avert his eyes from your burning gaze, instead looking at his feet. “Fine. Don’t tell me if you don’t want to, but quit dragging me into these bullshit lies of yours. I’m tired.”

“No one has ever cancelled a date with me,” he blurted out.

You hesitated, blinking a few times as you digested his words. “What?”

He breathed out. “No one has ever cancelled a date with me. It was all me,” Jungkook confessed. “I lied to you about that because I wanted to spend more time with you. And I didn’t care about anyone else.”

“Wh—“

Overwhelmed by a random wave of courage, his gaze snapped up at you. “I like when you watch my practice and bring me stuff, and I like when you invite me to those dumb movie marathons and make me watch the most disgusting shit,” Jungkook continued, his words falling incoherently from his mouth. You could only stare, flabbergasted, as he spilled months — years — of secrets all at once. “And I like watching you study, and I love seeing you laugh, I love spending time with you, and Hoseok is fucking tired of hearing me talk about it and do nothing.”

“I... don’t understand what you’re saying,” you told him.

“I told the guys that we were dating because you were literally the only person that popped in my mind, and the only person I actually wanted to be with,” he just went on, not paying attention to your previous comment. Jungkook was a little on edge now, a bit breathless and wide-eyed. He’s nervous, you realized. It had been a long time since you saw him like that. “And this was the best night I’ve had in a while, just because you were there and I— I’m fucking everything up, I told you I would.”

“Jungkook,” you called softly, feeling as if every inhale was an olympic sport. Your heart was beating so fast inside your chest that you were afraid of having a syncope before you could hear the words you needed so badly. “Just tell me what you want to say.”

He cleared his throat, shifting the weight from one leg to the other. “I’m like… how do I put this…?” Jungkook paused, took a deep breath, and dropped the bomb. “I’ve been kind of in love with you ever since we were like eight, yeah.”

Record scratch. Freeze frame. “You what?”

Jungkook chuckled. “Yep… awkward,” he said. “Sorry.”

It hasn’t settled in just yet, which explained why you didn’t start screaming at him. “And you have the guts to tell me that I drop things naturally?” You asked. “Are you serious? You better not be fucking with me right now.”

He raised one hand and placed it on his chest. “I’m not, promise.”

And then it hit you like a ton of bricks. “Jeon Jungkook!” You screeched, both hands flying to hold onto his shirt, rocking him back and forth with the strength of a thousand men. “I’m gonna make you swallow my fist!”

Jungkook was dumbfounded, ten times more confused than when you tried to explain to him the plot of the Velocipastor — which really wasn’t that hard, it was just a pastor who was also a dinosaur shifter. But his brain wasn’t good at following those types of unpredictable plots, and that counted your burst of anger. “That wasn’t the reaction I was expecting at all,” he murmured, voice flat with disbelief.

But it was your turn to ramble incoherently. “You’re an idiot! You’re even worse than I thought!” You were still speaking loudly, letting all that frustration wash out of you, giving place to relief. “You made me go through all this fucking night, kissing you and pretending to be your girlfriend, while you actually like me? You prick!”

You punched his chest — his stupid, muscular, rock-hard chest. “Ouch!” He whined, but you doubted it actually hurt.

“I was almost crying because of how hard it was to suppress my own feelings for you,” you told him, pulling on his shirt once again. You wanted to take it off, wanted to kiss him until he was all that you could think about. But you also wanted to dropkick him straight to the deepest circle of hell. “And you like me back? Idiot!”

“Wait, wait, what?” Jungkook’s eyebrows shot up, a perfect picture of his surprise. “For real?”

“For real.” Your shoulders slumped, the anger that possessed your body left you as quickly as it had arrived. “I’m in love with you too, you smooth-brained asshole. Ever since high school.”

He blinked, dumbfounded. “I had no idea.”

“Didn’t I tell you that speaking the truth is always the better option? You never listen.” You tugged on his shirt one more time, for dramatic effect. “Dumbass.”

“You’re the dumbass. And no, I don’t think I do,” his voice was flat, mind navigating miles away from your place. “___?”

“What?” You barked.

“How mad are you?”

You groaned. “Pretty mad, why?”

It was his turn to take a step towards you, the heat that emanated off his body now surrounding you. “Because I’m gonna kiss you right now and I’d greatly appreciate it if you didn’t bite my face off.”

You sighed, relaxing against his torso. Jungkook’s hands came up to rest on your waist, guiding you closer to him. “I’ll try my best,” you told him, “go ahead.”

Maybe all those foolish love songs and melodramatic romantic poets were onto something, because you swore you saw fireworks when Jungkook finally moved in, crashing his lips on yours. Yes, you had kissed him already that night, but there was no way those two situations could be comparable, not when you felt much lighter now that the secret was out, and that you knew what he felt when he pulled you closer, when he sighed against your mouth and caressed your lower back.

Long years of friendship granted you the knowledge that Jungkook was tender with some things, rough with others — he was gentle with kids, with his other friends, with you; he was hard around the edges when it came to his matches (being especially fiery around championships), people he didn’t like, and goals he wanted to reach. As he kissed you, you could notice him trying to figure out which approach to take with you: his lips were soft on yours, tongue slowly exploring your mouth, but his hands were harsh, groping your ass as he pushed you up against the nearest wall, a growl vibrating inside his chest.

Maybe it was a bit evil to push his buttons when you knew he was so dangerously close to snapping, but you weren’t in the right frame of mind — or, rather, you weren’t in any frame of mind at all. So, knowing very well that Jungkook was the most competitive person you knew, you pulled away from the kiss to say, “Come on, why don’t you kiss me like you mean it?”

Which might have been the dumbest final words you could’ve uttered.

You were graced with just a couple seconds of hesitation from his part — frustration and desire flashing inside his hooded eyes — before he was crashing his mouth onto yours once again. Jungkook didn’t say anything, because he didn’t need to: the messy, sensual kiss he gave you was more than enough to make you shut up. Just according to the keikaku, of course.

His hands were in the back of your tights before you could think, pulling you up and pinning you against the wall. You moaned against his lips, a shaky exhale leaving your mouth when he rolled his center against yours — cock hard and heavy inside his pants, brushing against your covered heat. Jungkook did it two, three, four times, slowly grinding against you like he couldn’t hold himself back any further, groaning at the feeling.

When he pulled away, you were almost seeing entire constellations forming in your vision, your breath labored and mind dizzy with desire. “Fuck,” he cursed, resting his forehead on yours. “Want you so fucking bad.”

“Want you too,” you told him. “Bedroom?”

He pulled back so he could look at you better. “Sure?”

You nodded. “Sure.” Leaning in, you placed a timid kiss on his lips. “Want you to fuck me, Jungkook.”

After all those years, that was all that he needed to hear. He was quick to pull you away from the wall, hands holding your body up and your legs wrapped around his waist. Jungkook knew your apartment like the back of his hand, but he still kept his eyes open as he walked towards your bedroom, your lips mindlessly attacking his thick neck. You had dreamed about doing that so many times and you could say with confidence that you weren’t disappointed by the shuddering breaths he let out, or the small grunts he gifted you every time you sucked his skin just right. By the time that Jungkook placed you on your bed, crawling over you, you were so wet that it was almost embarrassing.

He looked at you like he was hypnotized, his hands roaming up your legs, slowly spreading them so he could place himself in between. With the action, your skirt rolled up, exposing your underwear. “Shit, I thought about doing this so many times,” Jungkook murmured, almost as if he was talking to himself. “I can’t believe it’s real.”

“You’re so sappy.” You giggled, but you couldn’t deny that his low voice was getting to you. You shivered when his palms met the exposed skin of your waist, pausing in the space between your skirt and your sleeveless top. Jungkook was deep in thought, his gaze flickering all over your body. “What is it?” You asked.

“You look so fucking hot in this.” He pulled on the large piece of clothing, his tongue coming out to lick his lips. “Wanna fuck you with the jacket on. Just the jacket.”

You almost choked on your saliva — well that was something you weren’t expecting at all. “Seriously?” You raised one eyebrow, teasing him. “You have that much of a hard-on for sports?”

Jungkook didn’t seem to be in the mood for jokes, though, because he gave you a serious answer. “No, I have that much of a hard-on for you.” He dipped in so he could nestle his face on the curve of your neck, humming as he inhaled your scent. Once again, you were faced with the contrast of his soft lips against your skin, but the rough tug of his hands on your skirt. “Wanna fuck my girl with only my jacket on, what’s so wrong about that?”

You whimpered when he licked on your sensitive spot, trying to push your legs together, but being stopped by his presence between them. Jungkook successfully pulled your skirt out of you, throwing it somewhere on the floor. “Since when are you this possessive?” You asked.

He moved back, hands progressing to your tube top and sliding it down. It seemed as if the world had conspired in his favor, because it was just so easy to leave you only with his team clothes on, the elastic material leaving your body quick enough. “I’m not possessive,” he responded, only half there. His brain was trying to understand the vision of you before his eyes, only with your panties and his jacket. Jungkook could feel his cock throbbing inside his pants, begging for relief, and he just knew that sight would plague him forever. “Wanna make sure that you know you’re mine, though. I’ve thought about this for too long.”

As you fumbled for something to say, he dove back in, his mouth attacking your breasts with no time. Your back arched, fingers tangling in his messy hair as he sucked and licked your nipples, his strong hands squeezing your tits every time you moaned out. It was almost humiliating how reactive you were, with your shallow breaths and broken calls of his name, but Jungkook was fucking loving it, and he just wanted more of it.

You melted under his touches as he pulled himself closer to you, his mouth tracing its way back to your clavicles, then your neck. Much to your dismay, his hands were still on your breasts, playing with your erect nipples as he finally found that one spot that made you yelp.

“W-Wait,” you stammered, “my neck is sensitive.”

Jungkook knew that already. In fact, he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it ever since you mentioned it back at the party; his cock stiff inside his pants at the memory alone. “I noticed,” he groaned, the vibrations of his voice spreading throughout your skin. One of his hands slithered between your bodies, hastily pulling your underwear to the side so his fingers could plunge between your folds. At the sensation of your arousal, Jungkook growled, pressing his erection against your thigh. “Holy fuck. You’re soaked.”

“I told you,” you said, feeling like your brain was about to melt and drip out of your ears. It was hard to concentrate when he was making out with your neck like that, sucking and biting the skin before liking the same spot he had just attacked. Still, the sudden plunging of his finger inside your pussy caught your attention in an instant. “J-Jungkook, I’m—”

How shameful was it that you couldn’t even finish a damn sentence? Lust was getting the best of you, pushing your rationalizations aside and filling your lungs with desire. Jungkook soon added a second finger inside you, stretching you wide as he continued to fuck you. It was a fantastic sensation — his hand was much larger than yours, and you were sure you’d be able to cum like that if it kept it up for long enough.

Jungkook moaned against your neck, pulling his head back so he could take a look at you. His cock throbbed at the sight of your dazed-out face, your parted lips looking so dangerously inviting to him, “Tell me what you want,” he asked, diving in to kiss you. He sucked on your tongue, making you whine as he pulled back. “I’ll give you whatever you want.”

“Want you,” you said, nails digging into his shoulder blades.

Jungkook liked the sharp pain that came from it, raising the speed of his fingers just a bit. “I’m right here.”

“No,” you whimpered, blinking back the tears of frustration that covered your irises. God, Jungkook couldn’t even believe you were all his. “Want your cock inside me, please.”

Listening to you saying that was like experiencing a choir of angels singing directly to him. Jungkook had waited far too long to get you alone like that, so beautiful and pliant beneath him, and there was no way in hell he would deny you your request.

So he got moving, his hand flying to the back of his shirt, which he tugged off with one swift motion. Your eyes fell to his toned chest, roaming his sweaty skin as he moved onto his belt. “Take those off.” He signaled with his head towards your panties.

You nodded, sliding your underwear down and throwing it to the side. Even with his jacket still on — which, you admitted, it was both objectively and subjectively hot — you felt extremely exposed, thighs closing just slightly when Jungkook took his pants and boxers off.

“Keep them open,” he warned, his stare stuck to your glistening folds, and you did. His face was one of sheer lust, tongue coming out to wet his lips as he placed himself back in place. “Wanna see you cum on my fingers,” he breathed, “but I’m too hard. Need to be inside you right now.”

Your attention flickered downwards, pulled by the small collision of his cock against your clit. You winced at the feeling, but one of his large hands kept you in place as he moved closer to your heat. The constant drumming of your pulse was all that you could hear for a second, heart skipping a beat when you fully noticed his size.

Would it be weird to say that Jungkook had a pretty dick? Because he did. And a big one too, which made you second guess your own limits for a moment.

As if he was reading your mind, his cockhead pressed against your pussy, so warm and wet that Jungkook swore he was about to lose his mind — or what was left of it. There was nothing more that he wanted then to nestle himself in your heat, bury himself deep inside you until you were the only thing he could think about. “Shit, look at you,” he murmured, brushing his tip against your entrance. Your figure twitched under him, a soft gasp leaving your mouth at the feeling. “Bet I could slide right in.”

He was hypnotized by the squelching sounds of your pussy, the way your opening fluttered around his crown as he slowly started to press himself into you. He wanted to do it slowly so he could pay attention to every detail of you, every small exclamation of pleasure that dripped like honey from your lips.

The world around you two was getting smaller and hotter by the minute, suffocating you and pulling the air out of your lungs. Your eyelashes fluttered as Jungkook’s cock slid inside you, just the tip at first, your back arching as your walls clenched around him, almost as if your body was rejecting his size. “You’re so big,” you whined, burry eyes fighting to focus on his face.

Jungkook, however, wasn’t looking at you, but at the way his member sank between your folds, diving into your wet heat. “Yeah?” He breathed out, jaw clenching. It was taking everything inside him not to start pounding into you. “I’m sure you can take it, don’t you think?”

You nodded, and it took a moment for your words to catch up to you. “Y-Yes,” you said.

Jungkook was more than halfway inside you now, and his mind was more than halfway gone, thrown out of the window and into the gelid nocturnal winds. The way you were wrapping around him should be illegal; you were so perfect that jungkook was sure he could never find a drug that would get him so high. “That’s it, be greedy for me,” he groaned, “take everything.”

He went as deep as he could, his cock almost brushing against your cervix and your cunt throbbing against him. Maybe he had died and was in paradise, because there was no way he could be feeling so good.

“Move, please,” you asked meekly.

Lucky you, he was more than happy to comply.

Jungkook tilted his hips back, until just his tip was still inside you, only to bottom out again, feeling as your cunt throbbed around him. He did this with unbearable patience at first, allowing your body to get accustomed to his cock splitting you open before he started to pick up the pace. Most of his self control had already burned out, though, at it wasn’t long before he was fucking you fast, rough; groaning at the way your tits jumped every time he shived his length back inside you.

Once again, he felt like a virgin — you were too much, it seemed. Everything about you got him searching for the stars, wishing for more and moaning out every time your cunt squeezed around him. You were so fucking wet, he thought, so tight and warm, that he wasn’t even thinking about cumming, just about how wished to keep fucking you forever. At the same time, Jungkook was sure that he wouldn’t last long, not when you were looking at him like that, calling his name again and again until it silenced all his thoughts.

Your breath hitched when his cock brushed against your sensitive spot. “Right there, right there,” you sobbed, nails scratching the skin of his arms. Jungkook caught onto your request straight away, keeping the same angle until you were a babbling mess under him. “Oh m-my god, yeah,” you cried out. “S-So good.”

“Fuck, that’s tight,” Jungkook cursed, his hands digging into your thighs, shoving them up for him so he could reach deeper, fuck you harder. He couldn’t stop moaning, gasping, producing the most beautiful sounds for you. “S-Shit, you’re just pulling my cock in. Your pussy feels amazing.” If given enough time, he could go crazy staring at the way in which his cock disappeared between your folds, only to come back dripping with your arousal, and then slamming back in. “You’re just so fucking hot,” he couldn’t help but say it out loud. “Play with your tits for me.”

You didn’t have the guts to deny him, your hands palming your tits, squeezing the soft flesh. You whimpered at the feeling, eyes closing in bliss as he continued to fuck you.

“That’s it, so good for me,” Jungkook praised, hips losing their rhythm for a second. His cock was already throbbing, orgasm threatening to hit him any time now. He needed you to cum first, though. “Your pussy too. Come on.”

That time, you hesitated a little, a broken sob falling from your lips as you found his gaze. However, you couldn’t deny it — you wanted to be good for him, to get his praises again and again until that was all that you could hear. So you followed his command, two fingers, sinking into your wetness before trailing back to your clit.

A rush of pleasure ran through your veins, pussy clenching around his cock as your moments grew desperate, needy for more. You were bordering on delirious by that point, your mind unable to focus on one thing, instead jumping between all the stimulation you were getting — your hand squeezing your breast; your fingers rubbing your clit; Jungkook’s cock drilling inside you. “T-Too much,” you cried.

God, but that’s exactly what he wanted. Jungkook wanted to see that pretty, overwhelmed face of yours, wanted to show you that every minute of waiting had been worth it. “Yeah? But you can take it for me, can’t you?” He moaned under his breath, starting to get lost in his own pleasure. You were getting tighter by the second, which was a dangerous thing. “You can cream my cock if I ask you to, right?”

“Y-yeah,” you stammered. “I’ll do anything f-for you.”

Jungkook sighed at your words, cock throbbing inside you. “Good girl, just like that,” he husked. “Such a good girl.”

Tears started to prickle your eyes, and you didn’t know if it was because of how overwhelmed you were, or because your emotions were just now starting to tip over. “J-Jungkook,” you called his name, for a moment not knowing if you would follow it up with something else. His eyes found your own, dazed ones, and his heart skipped a beat at how beautiful and his you looked at that moment. “Love y-you.”

Years of fantasizing about that confession could’ve never prepared the two of you for such an honest, unexpected moment. Jungkook felt his soul reach levels of happiness which he had never experienced before, mouth only able to say one thing in return. “Love you too.” He pressed his forehead against yours, movements becoming more sloppy, desperate. The new angle was an amazing discovery, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside you, which tore a loud cry from you. “Holy shit,” he moaned. “You’re getting so fucking t-tight around my cock.”

“Close,” you breathed out, letting go of his previous requests and just taking your hands to his face instead. Jungkook stared at you like he could see the entire universe in your eyes, his hot breaths hitting your face in gentle waves. “K-Kiss me, please.”

There was no need to repeat yourself. Jungkook crashed his mouth against yours, trapping you in a kiss that felt both like too much and too little at the same. You barely had any time to dive into the caress of his lips on yours before your high washed over you — walls spasming around his length as you dove into bliss; moaning into the kiss and holding to his broad shoulders.

He broke the kiss right after, a stuttering, failed breath leaving his chest. “L-Love you,” he choked out, “so much.” Jungkook gasped. He was so close, but, at the same time, he didn’t want to let go just yet. It felt too good — having you was too perfect. “Can’t b-believe you’re mine.”

You smiled at his state, one hand brushing the sweaty hair away from his forehead. “Love you too,” you said back. You could say it again and again, without ever getting tired. After so many years swallowing it down, nothing felt so free. “It’s okay, you can let go.”

Jungkook nodded, only mildly aware of his own actions. With all the force within him, he pushed himself away from you, pulling out from your heat. Soon, his hand wrapped around his cock, using your arousal to pump himself towards his much-needed release. “Shit,” he choked up, throwing his head back. “Oh, fuck, I’m gonna—”

Jungkook grunted as he finally reached his high; cock throbbing in his hands. His cum splattered all over your belly, a few white ropes hitting the underside of your tits as well; dripping down to your mound and pelvis as his movements started to slow down. Even then, so fucked-out and overwhelmed, Jungkook looked like a god you’d be more than happy to worship.

“Fuck,” he heaved, hooded eyes trailing over your form. By some miracle, probably the work of some mysterious sports god, his jacket remained untouched. “That looks so hot.”

You smiled, taking a glimpse at your body. “And messy.”

He let out a breathy, tired laugh. “Yeah. Gonna clean you up, just give me a second. I almost blacked out here.”

Playfully, you kicked the side of his thigh. “You better,” you told him. “And don’t be so melodramatic.”

“Rude.” He leaned in, placing a kiss on your lips. You still felt like you were dreaming, trapped in an alternate reality. If that was the case, you didn’t want to wake up. “Next time I’ll cum in your mouth so you’ll learn some manners.”

Next time. Those words fell like a stone inside your stomach. It was pretty much impossible to mask your lovesick gaze now. “Yeah, bold of you to believe it’ll change a thing.” You pushed him off you, signaling towards the bathroom. “Go, be a good boy and go get me a towel.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes, but did as you said, leaving the bed soon after. “I liked you better when you were pretending to be my fake girlfriend,” he spoke from the corridor. “You were more polite.”

“I was acting,” you said. “This is what you’re gonna get.”

He laughed, appearing back in the room. “Ah, well, I guess I made my choice years ago.”

That managed to shut you up real fast, heart hammering against your ribcage as Jungkook started cleaning you up. His movements were tender on your skin, feather-like touches that moved up your abdomen, to your breasts, then back between your legs. During all that, a familiar, comfortable silence fell between you two — one that you had grown used to; so empty and yet so full.

After he was done, Jungkook discarded the towel, returning to his rightful place next to you. Like it was your second nature, you curled yourself up next to him, head resting on his chest and his arm wrapping around your waist.

The world was perfect for exactly thirty seconds before he decided to ruin it. “So…” Jungkook started, a mischievous smirk already curling on his lips, “you like like me.”

You scoffed, propping your chin on his chest and meeting his gaze. Jungkook was too cute and too hot for his own good, and his post-sex state managed to incorporate both elements in a hazardous combination. “Yes. And you like like me back.” You remarked. “Did you seriously have to go through all these steps instead of just, I don’t know, telling me?”

He threw his head back, eyes closing in sheer desperation. “I didn’t know!”

“Everyone knew!” You exclaimed back, flabbergasted. You couldn’t believe that all those years of shared distress could’ve been solved with the most basic common sense. “Do you think I watch your games because I like them? I tell you all the time I hate sports! Dumbass!”

Jungkook flinched when you slapped the top of his head lightly, forging pain. “Ouch! You’re the dumbass. And I thought you were kidding.” He pouted, eyes drifting off towards a corner of the room. You could tell he was thinking, so you gave him his time. “But now that you mention it…”

You rolled your eyes, laying back down. “Yeah, that’s not so hard to—”

“I cannot stand body horror.”

“What?” You shrieked, sitting up at lightning speed. That managed to be the most unexpected thing Jungkook had told you that night — scratcher that: ever. “You told me you loved watching body horror with me.”

He shook his head, an expression of disgust on his face as he was reminded of every horror movie he had ever watched. “I almost puke watching it. I just pretend I enjoy it because it makes you happy.”

For a moment, your mouth hung open, mind working a million miles per hour to make sense of his admission. Thinking back to it, you had noticed how frequently Jungkook went to the bathroom while watching Tusk; about how many times he coughed and turned his head away from the Human Centipede. “Oh my god.” Your shoulders slumped, your voice was a frail little thing, filled by disbelief. You couldn’t call him dumb when you had acted just the same. “We’re both idiots.”

Jungkook laughed as you returned to your previous position, placing a kiss on the top of your head. “Yeah, I think that’s the only possible conclusion.”

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Cat and Mouse.

BTS

Oneshot

Pairing: Bully!Jungkook x shy!female!reader

Genre: Angst, Smut, reader and jk are childhood friends

Word Count: 2.4K

CONTAINS DARK THEMES!

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A/N: Ruin you 3 will probably be next. Hope you all liked it, kinda feel iffy about this one🥴 warnings are below the undercut like always.

Warning(s): Physical & Verbal abuse, dacryphilia kink, choking, mention of virginity loss, death threats, unprotected sex, baby trapping, nonconsensual video and photo taking, cervix fucking, overstimulation, face slapping, spanking, hair pulling, saliva kink (kinda), anal fingering, squirting

THIS FIC CONTAINS NON CONSENSUAL SEX!

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Missed Calls (9) [2 min ago]

jk: I know you’re awake. [1:43 AM]

jk: Open the door, I know ur mom’s outta town [1:43 AM]

The message was followed by a loud bang on the front door. Then the doorknob obnoxiously rattled. It was obvious who was at the door, you just didn’t have the energy to put up with him. But, you knew better than that. Jungkook would break down the door instead of taking the hint and leaving you alone. That man does not like to be ignored.

You rolled out of bed and made your way downstairs, to the front door. “Y/N I’m serious, open the fucking door or I’ll break it down.” You quickly unlocked and slightly opened it, not wanting him to carry out his threat because your mother would’ve killed you. He barged in and slammed the door behind him before taking your face in his hand and pushing you up against the nearest wall. “Why were you ignoring my calls and texts, huh? Have you already forgotten your place? Do I need to remind you?”

You shook your head ‘no’ profusely, but he tightened his grip on your jaw and attached his lips onto yours. He moved quickly, not bothering to ask permission along the way. It doesn’t take long for him to bend you over the couch and plunge right in, spit and his precum being his only source of lube. You clutched the couch and cried into the pillow when he did. His hold on your hips kept you in place while he pounded your swollen, little cunt that was still sore from the prior day.

This was starting to become a routine for him. Before it happened once a month, then once a week and now every day. Sometimes at school, sometimes at your house or his place. It was beyond frustrating for you but if you were to stand up for yourself, you’d be asking for a death wish. Jungkook was the captain of the football team, he was friends with everyone, popular with the girls and even the teacher’s favourite. He could ruin you just like that if you pissed him off.

He had plenty of photos and videos of you sucking his cock or getting impaled by his cock. Even though all of it was without your consent, who would believe you? If one of those photos got out, your future that you’ve spent your whole life working on would come crashing down in days. For that reason, you stayed still on the couch, crying but not kicking.

Jungkook wasn’t always like this, though. He was your childhood friend and you guys remained close until high school. The beginning of high school was fine, you had some classes together and ate lunch together too. However, when the second semester started, he became more distant. You understood that he was making more friends, and you were happy for him but eventually, he stopped hanging out with you completely. Even in the halls, he pretended to not know you, especially when he was with his friends. The times he would talk to you were when he needed homework answers.

It broke your heart into a million pieces but you still helped because you wanted to be a good friend. You made a few new friends as well, but it wasn’t until senior year that things got complicated. Rumours had gone around that you were dating a guy from the soccer academy. It wasn’t true, you two were only friends and the reason why you spent so much time together was that he was in most of your class. When Jungkook heard about this, he decided to look into it.

Sure enough, every lunch break you two were in the library, sitting close to each other while figuring out a math question. You were giggling at his mistakes, correcting it while he scratched his head and said for the 100th time, “I don’t get it!” Jungkook watched both of you from afar, you were covering your mouth to stop yourself from laughing too loudly and the male was blushing, enjoying all the attention you were giving him.

It made Jungkook’s blood boil, seeing you smile because of another man. That smile once belonged to him and he couldn’t help but feel jealousy after seeing you move on from him. He was well aware of your feelings but to him, it was a game of cat and mouse. He wanted to see just how far you would follow, but to his surprise, it wasn’t very long. One year later and you’re completely over him? It wasn’t supposed to unroll like this.

Jungkook wanted you to beg him to go out with you. Show him how much you love him and how much you’d do for him and maybe after humiliating you a couple of times, he would say yes. You were his ideal type, smart, cute, pure and gullible, and he’d be lying if he said that he didn’t have feelings for you. However, hurting your feelings and seeing you cry gave him a thrill he can’t explain.

The roles switched in a heartbeat. He was chasing you now and the way he did it was through physical and verbal abuse. The next day, he was waiting near your locker, and when you arrived he began insulting your appearance. “Jesus fuck, the hell are you wearing? This is a school, not a fucking brothel, Y/N. Don’t you have any shame? Dressing like a baby prostitute at school.”

The whole morning, you were self-conscious until your knight and shining armour lent you his oversized jacket (that had his last name imprinted on the back) after you’d told him you felt a bit uncomfortable in your outfit. The jacket was big enough to cover your body and just like that, Jungkook’s comment didn’t bother you anymore. When Jungkook spotted you in the hallway, he was furious to see that man’s jacket on your body. Before he could pull you aside, you’d walked into class.

The next day, he’d pushed you into the lockers, grabbing you by the neck and towering over you. “What was yesterday all about, huh? You didn’t think I would see you wearing that disgusting man’s jacket?” Tears pooled in your eyes and you bit down on your lip. You began to wonder why he was bothering you now. For a year and a half, he acted like he didn’t know you but now that you’re over the heartbreak, he’s crashing into your life again?

That day ended up being the worst day of your life. Jungkook had dragged you to the basement bathroom – where no one was allowed – and stole your virginity. You vividly remember the way he got on top of you and put your hands above your head before sliding down your underwear and fingering you for less than a minute. His saliva acted as lube but it wasn’t enough, considering that it was your first time. He pushed in selfishly, covering your mouth with his hand so no one was alerted by your cries. You also remember your phone lighting up with notifications from your friend who was waiting in the library for you. He had called you after a minute or two and Jungkook snatched your phone away, answering it thoughtlessly.

“Y/N? I’m waiting-”

“She doesn’t fucking like you, you freak. Delete my girl’s number and stop talking to her or else I’ll beat the living shit out of you.”

He hung up and threw your phone across the bathroom, where it shattered. He brought his hand down to your throat and began slamming his hips harder against you. You felt your purity blood stream down your cunt and it only made you sob louder.

“You keep talking to that boy and I swear to god, I’ll beat him to death. Do you understand?”

“D-don’t hurt him... He’s a n-nice guy.” You choked out.

“I don’t care if he’s nice or not, but if I see you guys talking, I’ll beat him black and blue.”

He finished inside of you and took a picture of your fucked out face and body before pulling his pants up and leaving. Your next class started in 10 minutes. You gathered your items, along with your courage and stood up, limping to the fifth floor. You didn’t seat in your usual spot that was next to him. Instead, you sat at the single desk that was in the back corner of the room. You kept your head down in embarrassment, shame and fear.

To protect your friend, you completely started ignoring him, breaking your heart and his heart in the process. You continued to be Jungkook’s fuck toy, afraid that he’d release those photos that would ruin your good girl reputation. He wanted you there for all his football practices and games. After it ended, he’d take you again either in an empty classroom or he’d take you home with him. It was impossible to escape his grasp both figuratively and literally. No matter how much you begged, he took more and more.

Over time, his obsession with you grew worse and worse. He ruined your graduation by breaking all your honours awards, then fucking you in the back of his car. Your dress, makeup and hair were single-handedly ruined by him. It was supposed to be a night to remember but now it was just a traumatizing memory. Jungkook wanted complete control of you. For instance, he’d check your phone to make sure there was no one else talking to you. He’d also secluded you at school, spreading nasty rumours about you so no one even attempted to talk to you.

Even now, was a perfect example. Jungkook had barged into your place like it was his own, bent you over and began fucking you like you were his property. “Jungkook, p-please slow down! I swear, I didn’t see y-your message. I was sleeping.” You lied, hoping he’d believe it but unbeknownst to you, he’d placed a camera in the room and had watched you ignore his calls. It only angered him more, causing him to manhandle you in more painful positions where he could thrust deeper. You began crying like the helpless, tiny, prey you are while he rolled his eyes in annoyance. It’s what you deserved, he thought. He had to put you back in your place after his friend “Jake” had asked you how your day was going. Hasn’t he made it clear that you belong to him? Well, he will after tonight. After fucking you in various positions downstairs, he had picked you up and took you to your room where the real show began.

Jungkook kept you on the edge of the bed, taking off your shirt so you’d be completely nude under him. He attacked your breasts and neck with hickeys before putting you in the mating press and shoving back in. You cried when he did, feeling his cock throb against your aching walls, all while the crown of his cock pushed itself harder against your cervix. Jungkook had far more stamina than you, it was nearly impossible to keep up. Especially because he doesn’t give you breaks in between rounds and keeps going to satisfy himself.

No matter how much you beg or plea, he continues to ruthlessly ram into your cunt, like an animal in heat. His pace is brutal. He’d go at an inhumane speed most of the time, but if he wasn’t going fast, his thrusts were hard and rough. It was too much for your body, causing a whole lot of overstimulation and soreness.

Your hands were placed on his chest, trying their very best to push him off but Jungkook didn’t move an inch. You were breathing heavily, feeling dizzy because of the amount of sex but a hard slap on your cheek brought you back to reality. Your tears were effortlessly falling from your eyes. You could’ve easily created a lake with the number of tears you’ve shed in the past two years.

Your sobs, whimpers and whines were music to Jungkook’s ears. There was something about your hushed sobs that made him go crazy, he couldn’t wrap his head around the feeling. Your breast moved up and down too, nipples hard because of the coldness of the room. The bed was creaked louder the faster Jungkook went. The clapping noise was just as loud, traumatizing you even further. “M’close.” You whispered. He didn’t say anything and continued as you came around his cock.

Quickly, he pulled out, flipped you onto your stomach and shoved himself in, not giving you any time to recover. You let out another struggled cry as he pulled on your hair and spanked your ass a couple of times. “Jungkook, please! A break, please! Just one minute. I can’t-” You sobbed into your comforter when he pushed two fingers into your ass. Both your holes clenched around him uncontrollably. You completely lost control of your body. The only thing you could feel is his cock stretching your lower abdomen. “You can and you will. You don’t get a fucking choice.”

He pulled out his two fingers and lifted your hips to the height of his. “Spread your legs and keep 'em open or I’ll fucking tie you to the bed and fuck you till your mother gets home.” You immediately spread your legs, allowing him full access. He kept going, loving the way your gummy walls clenched and throbbed around him. His tip once again repeatedly hit your cervix over and over until a mixture of your forced arousal squirted on his abs and bedsheets. It completely caught you off guard but Jungkook saw it coming. Well, more like felt it coming.

He was also close, so he let go of your hip, causing you to drop down on the mattress. He pulled you up by your hair and wrapped his arm around your waist, keeping you upright. The male placed his chin on your shoulder and concentrated on reaching his high while you tried to escape his grip. Soon enough, he let you go again and began fucking you into the mattress, eventually filling you with a warm, thick substance. You trembled on the mattress as another orgasm rushed through your body. White spots covered your vision, giving you a headache in the process.

“Your mom won’t be back in a week, right?”

You let out a soft “hm”, too tired to even lift your head to face him.

“That should be enough time to get you pregnant.”

That sentence immediately snapped you out of your trance but it was too late. The belt was already off, making its way around your wrist like a snake.

And just like that, the predator had caught its prey.

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Shitty ending but it’s not a darkmulti fic without it😃

I hope you enjoyed it though :)

Partially edited.

No part 2.

xoxo,

naina❣️

#bts smut #jungkook smut #bts yandere #non con #yandere bts #jungkook yandere #jeon jungkook smut #yandere bts smut #yandere jungkook #bts Yandere reaction #jungkook yandere smut #tw: dark themes #tw: dark fic #tw: noncon

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borahaerhy · 2 years

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Hey guys! Welcome to my Masterlist!

Find me on AO3 or Wattpad

Love and Sarcasm - Completed

Summary: The second semester of your sophomore year in college has started and there are only two people in your creative writing class that have published works: You, and Kim Namjoon; a pretentious know-it-all that just so happens to be in the same frat as your best friend.

Enemies to Lovers, Fluff, Angst, Eventual Smut

One | Two | Three | Four

Jealousy - Oneshot

Summary: It was love at first sight, and the rest was history. That was, until he got a promotion that came with a flirty new assistant and spent a lot of late nights at the office.

Fluff, Angst with a Happy Ending

To Be Announced...

Dealer - In Progress

Summary: Your boyfriend seemed like a dream come true: always wanting to be around you, making sure you would get home safe, never taking his hands off you. These little comforts became your whole world, and then the only thing you were allowed to have left in the world. Luckily, your boyfriends drug dealer turned out to be a much nicer guy.

ANGST, Eventual smut, probably some fluff in there

Regime - Teaser

Summary: Everything is dull. Your job, your hobbies, your downtime: everything is just dull. That is, until your workplace is raided by the anti-capitalist organization run by the notorious Agust D.

Ringleader!Yoongi x Female!Reader, Angst, Smut, Slight Fluff

Devour You - Oneshot

Summary: You haven't been able to spend as much time with your boyfriend as you would have liked, but that's nothing a little studio sex can't make up for.

Smut, Fluff, Slight Angst

Flawed - Oneshot

Summary: You, an introverted artist living in the big city welcomes the company of your new neighbor: an introverted artist new to the big city.

Fluff, Slight Angst

Need Me - Oneshot

Summary: After moving to a new town to reinvent yourself, your past comes back to haunt you.

Yandere!HoseokxReader, Smut, heavy dubcon

To Be Announced...

Heartbeat - Oneshot

Summary: The Vampire that lives in the building you work at has become infatuated with the sound of your heartbeat.

Fluff, Smut, Supernatural!AU

Maneater - Mini Series

Summary: You've had a crush on your brother's best friend since you were kids, but he's never felt the same way about his buddies sweet, innocent little sister. That is, until they're all in college and you're not so sweet or innocent anymore...

Smut, Angst

One | Two

Gone - Complete

Summary: You and your childhood best friend, Jungkook, have grown apart over the years, although you still have the same overbearing fun-loving bestie, Aria, that really wants her best friends talking again, something neither of you really want to be apart of until Aria goes missing, and the only other person that could help you find her is the one you’ve spent years avoiding

Fluff, Angst, Eventual Smut, Action, Mystery

My Turn - Oneshot

Summary: The boy that's had a crush on you forever finally has you, but frankly, has no idea what to do with you.

Smut, Virgin!Jungkoook x Experienced!Reader

Mine - Oneshot

Summary: You have a crush on your best friend and turn to one of your mutual friends for help. The night you planned on innocently confessing turned into a not-so-innocent evening.

Smut, fluff, Dom!JK x Sub!Reader

You Make Me Happy - Oneshot

Summary: Your roommate and best friend Jungkook gets a little carried away trying to get you to confess your feelings for him.

Smut, Fluff, Slight Angst, Jungkook x Reader

If Anyone Asks - Oneshot

Summary: Your brother ditches you at his best friends, Jungkook's, football game to go meet his girlfriend. Lucky for you, Jungkook couldn't find his keys, and needed your help in the locker room.

Smut, fluff

Good Girl - Oneshot

Summary: You have to be quiet; Jungkook's bedroom is right next to his parents.

Smut, Fluff

You're Pretty When You're Mad - Oneshot

Summary: Hotshot Lawyer Jungkook just loves getting under your skin, until one day he decides he'd rather you under him.

Smut, Angst, slight fluff

Round Two - Oneshot

Summary: Jungkook has a big fight coming up, and he's not allowed to have sex for a month prior.

Boxer!JKxReader, Smut

The Members while High - Headcanons

BTSxReader, Crack, Slight fluff

The Members as Harry Potter Characters

A comparison purely for my own enjoyment

SCHEDULE:

Mondays: Series updates

Wednesdays: Oneshots/Requests

Fridays: Weekly Updates

*All works will usually be published at midnight EST

#masterlist #bts masterlist

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ficlibra-ry · 3 years

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✩ Favourite fics ❤︎ Jungkook I ✩

I decided to split the list of my fav fics, so every member has their own page. As usual, I hope you'll find it useful and please remember to give some feed back to the authors 💕

FAV FICS MAIN LIST

JK PART II

✨ - Masterpieces (my all time favourites)

A Holiday Snowdown ✨ by @kpopfanfictrash // one shot //36k // f, s, a // enemies to lovers au, ski resort au, christmas au

A Thousand Reasons Why by @taegularities // one shot // 43.1k // f, s, a // friends to lovers au

After I left you by @latetaektalk // one shot // 39k // f, a // exes au, fake dating au, enemies to lovers au

Amended ✨ (available on ao3) by @foxymoxynoona // novel, series // 671k // f, s, a // childhood friends au, friends to enemies to friends to lovers au, marriage of convenience au, police officer au, parent au

Bad Influence: Collection ✨ by @noteguk // series // 132.3k // f, s, a // enemies to lovers au, friends with benefits au, college au, badboy au

Begin ✨ by @taegularities // one shot // 26.6k // f, s, a // fantasy, fallen angel au, strangers to friends au, friends to lovers au

Bitchin’ by @kinktae // series // 49.5k // f, s, a // fake dating au, friends to lovers au, college au

Blackout by @bonvoyagenoona // one shot // 16k // f, s, a // strangers to lovers au

Blizzard + Blizzard: Let it Snow ✨ by @curly-bangtan // two shot // 24.2k // f, s // roommates au, strangers to lovers au

Blue Orchids by @inktae // one shot // 18.7k // f, a // soulmate au, hanahaki au, strangers to lovers au

By Its Cover by @gimmesumsuga // one shot // 21k // f, s, a // strangers to enemies au, enemies to lovers au, coworkers au

Catharsis by @junghelioseok // one shot // 23.5k // s // friends with benefits au, friends to lovers au, college au

Caught Me by @jeongi // one shot // 13.5k // s // roommate au, strangers to enemies au, enemies to lovers au

Clandestine by @junghelioseok // one shot //10.3k // f, s // childhood friends au, brother’s best friend au, friends to lovers au

Cream & Sugar by @gukslut // series // 36k // f, s // fake dating au, escort au, enemies to lovers au

Cuddle Therapy (available only on AO3) by @itsallabouthedetails // two shot // 13k // f, s, a // strangers to lovers au

Deal by @jeonstudios // one shot // 19.5k // f, s, a // fantasy, strangers to lovers

Deep Six by @bratkook // two shot // 39.7k // f, s, a // gang au, strangers to lovers au

Ego by @suga-kookiemonster // series // 97.1k // f, s, a // college au, fuckbou au, friends to lovers au

Empty Space by @ahundredtimesover // two shot // 19.7k // s, a // police officer au, exes au, enemies to lovers au

Evolution of a Lover's Heart by @jeonstudios // series // 157k // f, s, a // bet au, college au, strangers to friends to strangers to friends to lovers au, reunion au

Falling Skies by @fortunexkookie // series // 50k // f, s, a // friends to enemies au, enemies to lovers au, friends to lovers au

Fight For You + Epilogue by @ahundredtimesover //series // 80k + 59.4k // f, s, a // bodyguard au, heiress au, strangers to friends au, strangers to lovers au

For Science by @boymeetsweevil // series // 95.9k // f, s, a // nerd au, college au, friends with benefits au, friends to lovers au

Four Seven Eight by @jiminrings // series // 42.4k // f, s, a // established relationship au, marriage au, richgirl au

Frost Impressions ✨ by @fortunexkookie // one shot // 41.3k // f, s, a // teachers au, enemies to lovers, gamers au, friends to lovers, idiots to lovers

Get You The Moon by @bymoonchild // one shot // 19.6k // f, s, a // enemies to lovers au, college au, football au

Ghosted by @fortunexkookie // three shot // 31.3k // f, s, a // strangers to lovers au, idiots to lovers au, arcade bar au

Gravity Check by @gimmesumsuga // one shot // 14k // f, s // strangers to lovers au

He Is Love by @btsrunmylife // series // 42.2k // f, s, a // childhood friends au, reunion au, friends to lovers au

Heavy Lifting by @snackhobi // one shot // 13.4k // f // workplace au, strangers to friends au, friends to lovers au

I Don’t Like a Gold Rush by @candlewaxandp0lar0ids // one shot // 17.3k // f, a // strangers to friends to lovers au, college au, jock au

I gasp once, and in that breath, I accept you in by @inkofyoonkoo // three shot // 68.8k // f, s, a // strangers to friends to lovers au, friends with benefits au

I'm on the run with you, my sweet love ✨ (available only on AO3) by @inkofyoonkoo // series, ongoing // 201k // f, s, a // fake dating au, ex best friends au, friends with benefits au, friends to lovers au, road trip au

Inevitable by @ahundredtimesover // series // 76.9k // f, s, a // exes au, parents au, athlete au, reunion au

It Takes Two ✨ by @junghelioseok // one shot // 29.8k // f, s, a // roommates au, fake dating au, friends to lovers au

It’s a Heartbeat ✨ (available only on AO3) by @inkofyoonkoo // series, ongoing // 59k // f, s, a // enemies to lovers au, college au

#bts fic recs #jungkook fic recs #bts #fic recs #jungkook fanfic #jungkook x reader #bts smut #bts angst #bts fluff #jungkook smut #jungkook angst #jungkook fluff #bts series #bts one shot #bts scenario

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ggukkiereads · 4 years

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Fic Recs | Sports AU, Jock AU - Jungkook

This is based on this ask by sports anon. I didn’t include gamer!aus or SMAUs. Sports categories:

⚾ 🏀 🎳 🥊 📢 🏈 🎾 🏑 ⚽ 🏐 🏎 🏊‍♀️ ⚡

Thank you dear authors for sharing these fics! 🥰 Please note that the fics are NOT mine. Please show these authors love by reblogging their fics, giving them feedback, and engaging in any positive interaction you can think of! 🥰

S - smut | F - fluff | A - angst |

Note: if link to fic doesn’t work, click on author and go to their masterlist.

🌹 a total of 56 fics 🌹 👀(I swear I didn’t realize I’ve read a lot of sports au)

💖Unclassified

Pretty Boy @angelguk - drabbles series [7/?] | 8.7k, so far | jock!jaykay x bestfriend | F, S, A

⚾ Baseball

Ace @hijoonie - one shot | 24k | athlete, artist au | F, S, A

Break the Bat + sequel @httpjungkookcom - two shot | 13.4k | baseball player JK x coach’s daughter, pwp | S, F

The devil’s change up @jungblue - one shot | 41.3k | College AU | S, F (Who doesn’t know this fic? I feel like I’ve included all of their works in every list 🥰)

🏀 Basketball

Instant Gratification @dovechim - series [3/3 + drabble] | 43.7k | fwb AU, cheerleader!reader | S, A, F

I Don't Like a Gold Rush @candlewaxandp0lar0ids - one shot | 17.3k | College AU, Shy Girl, Fratboy AU, Slice of Life | F

Opposites Attract @bangtaninink - drabble | 2.3k | English major!reader x Vice Captain!JK | F

Unexpected Confession @sunkissedjk - one shot | 5.7k | high school AU, neighbors AU | F

You Know Better Than That @diorpieck - one shot | 15.3k | jock x nerd!reader pairing, bestfriend AU, Idiots to Lovers | F, S, A [if this looks familiar, it’s an old fic by joonglows]

🎳 Bowling

Mind in the Gutter @kpopfanfictrash - one shot | 18k | not really a professional bowler, IT!Jungkook, workplace AU | S, F, Humor

🥊 Boxing, MMA Fighter

Animal @cutaepatootie - series [9/9] | 115.6k | storytelling of the past by present Jungkook, drama | A, F, S 😭

Bruised (ongoing) @acc3ssdenied - series [6/?] | 20.7k, so far | bad boy AU, tattooed!jungkook, underground boxing | A, F, S

Can’t Be Without You @ahundredtimesover - one shot | 30.2k | Bestfriend AU, Underground Fighter AU | A, F, S

Down and Down @koorara - one shot | 12k | actually more of MMA!fighter, exes AU, teacher!reader | A, F

Fuckboy Training @helenazbmrskai - series [4/5] | 21.2k, so far | Uni Gym Club AU, fuckboy AU, Enemies to Lovers | S, F, A

How Many Rounds @hisunshiine - drabble | 1.9k | boxer fan, pwp, a little plot twist 😊 | S, F

Knockout @gamerguk - one shot | 4k | slice of life, sub!jk, dad!jk | S, F

Quarters @justoneday-namjoonii - series [8/10] | 36.4k | drama, boxer!jk x ice skater, check warnings | A, S, F

Safety Net @pradaksj - two shot [2/2] | 40k | Enemies to Friends, Roommates AU | A, F, S

The Art of Boxing @seokiie - one shot | 4k | boxing class instructor JK, pwp | S

Sucker Punch @satanssmuts - one shot | 5k | boxer who needs anger management x therapist | S

South Paw @starshapedkookie - one shot | 30k | childhood friends, ex-bestfriends, college au, frat au, underground fighting | A, S, F (I really like the boxing scene, so exhilarating 🤗)

Since Day One + Morning After @joonsgalore - one shot + drabble | 19k + 2.2k | boxer au, bestfriend au, tattoo artist!jungkook | S, F

Too Close @cutechim - drabble series | 12.8k, so far | gang au, husband!jk, dilf!jk | A, F, S

📢 Cheerleader!Jungkook

Kiss It Better @jincherie - one shot | 11.7k | college AU, cheerleader!jk, pining | S, F

🏈 Rugby/Football (sports knowledge = 0; don’t get mad at me for putting them together ✌)

A Cinderella Story @suhdays - one shot | 21.2k | college au, halloween au, strangers to lovers, cinderella!au, “nerdy” reader | F, A (I just read this!)

As I Told You @eleventoes - one shot | 9.6k | football player x cheerleader, roommate AU, enemies to lovers, college AU | F

Boys Like Him, Girls Like Her + You Who @hayjeon - two shot + prequel | 15.4k | bad boy AU, fuckboy AU, jock!jk, college AU | A, F, S

Growing Pains @rkiverse - series [2/3] | 20.1k | basketball player!reader, slice of life AU, coming of age, high school to college | F, A

Kick in the Right Direction @xiaokoo - drabble series [7/7] | 6.1k | football player jungkook x mascot!reader | pure F!

Little Library Girl @kooksgalaxy - one shot | 5k | tutor x jock!jk | F, A

Man On, Baby @just-come-baek - one shot | 13.2k | College AU | S, F

Teach Me How to Love @iamtaekooked - two shot [2/2] | 34k | enemies to lovers au, journalist reader, college AU | F, A, S

The Prince and His Rose @vanaera - drabble series [12/?] | 44.8k, so far | bestfriend AU, childhood friend, college AU, writer!reader | F (this is just cute & lovely 🥰)

Try Hard @hobibliophile - two shot | 10.4k | College AU, asked to help with photography | F, S

You’re the 1 (4 Me) @luxvitae - one shot | 8.5k | Established Relationship | F

🎾 Tennis

30-Love @kpopisthereasonihavenolife - one shot | 9.4k | high school AU, neighbors AU, JK only listens to YN | F (so wholesome 🥰)

Love Means Nothing @widowkooks - drabble | 1.6k | rival tennis players, E2L | F

🏑 Ice Sports

Chess of Ice @jimlingss - series [3/3] | 42.8k | curling!au, feat Yoonji lol, former hockey star | F, A, implied S (re-reading this 🥰)

Cold as Ice @ughseoks - one shot | 8.5k | ice hockey, enemies to lovers, teammates | A, F

Hockey Pucks @bangtanboysboo - one shot | 8.1k | college AU, flirty!kook x tsundere!reader (well towards him), mommy kink | S, F

Ice Prince + drabble @gukyi - one shot | 23k | figure skating, enemies to lovers | F

Snow and Ice @/hayjeon - two shot | 24.8k | snowboarder!jk x figureskater!reader, friends with benefits AU, Olympics | S, F

Over the Edge @/kpopfanfictrash - sequel to Ruin the Friendship | 9k | bestfriend AU, established relationship x argument | A, S, F

The Art of More + drabbles 01 02 03 @/kpopfanfictrash - one shot + drabbles | 42.4k | enemies to lovers, dance team x hockey captain!jk | F, S, A

⚽ Soccer

Chewie & Choco Boy + Loveship @rookiegukie - one shot + sequel | 22.9k| soccer captain!jk, bestfriends to lovers, bestfriends to established relationship, college AU | F, A

End Game @minyoongijjangjjangmanboongboong - one shot | 12.1k | soccer player x cheerleader, fake dating AU, ex-Namjoon | F, A

Offside @daddychims - series [16/?] | 40k | Sports Trainer OC x Soccer Player Jungkook who has asthma, Fuckboy AU, College AU | F, A

🏐 Volleyball

Blank Check (ongoing) @sugaxjpg & @pantaemonium -series [5/?] | 44.4k | fake dating AU, college AU, fratboy AU, fuckboy AU, jock!jk | F, A, eventual S (been following this fic for a year or so🥰)

Chance Ball @guksthighs - one shot | 11k | beach volleyball AU, rivals to partners, friends to lovers | F, A, S

Set on You @bymoonchild - one shot | 18k | college au, setter!jungkook, student manager!reader | F, S

🏎Car/Racing/Drifting (uhm is this considered sports!au)

Drift @yminie - two shot [½] | 8.9k so far | tokyodrift-inspired, street racing | A

Bitchin Rides + Sequel @gukpds - two shot [2/2] | 7.2k | racer!jungkook, college AU, strangers to established relationship, jealous Koo, pwp | S, F, A

🏊‍♀️Water Sports | Lifeguard!AU

Lifeguard + The Bikini @jungshookz - headcanon/bulleted | 16k | lifeguard AU, surfer AU, jealous Koo in the sequel | F, S (all their works = best romcom)

Stay in Your Lane @luxekook - one shot | 5.8k | enemies to lovers, swim captains, college au, noona!reader, | S, F, crack

Chasing Butterflies @ddaenggtan - one shot | 12.8k | idiots to lovers, coffee shop AU, college AU, jock/volleyball player!reader, weeb/otaku!jk | F, S, crack (the anime references are so funny)

The Ocean and its Wind @chim-chimmie - one shot | 19.9k | surfer au x beach bar staff | S, F

⚡Quidditch (what do you mean it’s not a real sport?! 👀)

Do You Want Me (Dead?) @/gukyi - one shot | 11k | advice column, enemies to lovers, hogwarts au | F

New Romantics @cupofteaguk - one shot | 24k | enemies to lovers, hogwarts au, fratboy (sort of), slow burn | F, A

Also, there are probably more great fics that I’ve probably missed and this list is definitely not exhaustive. I only included ones I’ve read but if there are new sports-related fics I haven’t read yet, apologies if I fail to include your fic. My memory for some fics are also murky and I am definitely not sporty 😅 so maybe I got the wrong sport tagged (in this case, let me know). Enjoy Jock JK! 🎯

🌷 posted: 2021 Feb 11

🌷 updated: 2021 April 19 (new fics are highlighted)

🌷 I love to read so feel free to recommend a fic =)

#ggukkiereadingcollection #bts fic recs #jungkook fic recs #bts fanfic #bts x reader #jungkook fanfic #jungkook x reader #bts sports au #bts jock au #jungkook sports au #jungkook jock au #jungkook athlete au #jock jungkook #jock jk

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swga-ficrecs · 3 years

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june 2021 recap

ahh june was a really fic-filled month!!! i used to be a silent reader but then i realized that it’s hard to go back to the fics i really liked reading since i had no way of finding them except for remembering key words and googling the shit out of it lol so!!! i thought of doing a monthly recap of all my favorites in addition to the fics i like and reblog. thank you to these wonderful authors who just write pure magic ✨

🏆 holy grail | ☀️ fluff | 🌧 angst | 💋 smut.

fave authors

🏆 @minyoongijjangjjangmanboongboong

HOLY GRAIL AUTHOR!!! Loved a lot of their series because of the tropes and the plot. I’ll definitely come back to their fics in the future for another binge reading session

@taecalikook

Really loved their fuckboy trope fics. Has a few unfinished fics I’m excited to binge read once they’re completed

🏆 @gukyi

Discovered their work back in 2017? Really loved IGYMH and reread their masterlist this month

@ve1vetyoongi

All I can remember is the ending of Mic Drop and I can’t 😭 I’m really excited for their unfinished fics!!!!

fave fics

Arranged by @.minyoongijjangjjangmanboongboong 🏆 ☀️ 🌧

Pairing: chaebol MYG x student reader

Y/N is a struggling student in Seoul: working multiple jobs, living in a broom closet apartment, and often sacrificing her dignity for the sake of her livelihood. What happens when a handsome stranger presents her with an offer she cannot refuse at the moment she needs it most?

Dissonance by @.minyoongijjangjjangmanboongboong 🏆 🌧 ☀️

Pairing: bassist KTH x student / band manager reader

The Parting by @.minyoongijjangjjangmanboongboong 🏆 🌧 ☀️

Pairing: flower shop owner PJM x reaper reader

The only certainty in life is death, and it seems to follow Park Jimin. All his life, the icy shadow of death has hung closely by his side, along with the shadow of…something else. Reapers exist to guide the souls of the living to the world beyond. But what happens when a particular Reaper tampers with the natural order and saves a mortal boy’s life? What will they do once their fates become inextricably linked?

From Home by @gyukult 🏆 ☀️ 🌧

Pairing: chaebol JJK x reader

jungkook is the youngest of five boys, the last in line to truly inherit any his parents’ money. but what if his mom suddenly cuts him off due to his current poor behavior and he’s forced to learn how it feels like to be part of the working class?

(Not) Just Friends by @.taecalikook 🏆 ☀️ 🌧

Pairing: Bestfriend / fuckboy / fratboy JJK x reader ft. KSJ

Befriending the fuckboy with devilishly handsome face and emotional capacity of a pea is not your choice, especially when you met him when you were in fifth grade, attracted for the unhealthy vermilion shaded face of the nerd he was that fateful day. So was Jungkook, as he is already putting strictly platonic label on your forehead and calls it a day. But it is only a matter of time before everything changes, and it only takes a frat party, lots of booze and… a certain Kim Seokjin.

Partiality by @jiminimoon 🏆 🌧

Pairing: Husband PJM x reader

You and Jimin argue about your kids not loving you two equally

Brown-eyed Baby by @jeonstudios 🏆 ☀️ 🌧 💋

Pairing: Single Parent JJK x reader

a lost child at the mall. eyes from a different time.

I’ll Give You My Heart by @.gukyi 🏆 ☀️ 🌧

Pairing: CEO bestfriend MYG x reader

gift exchanges are cool. gift exchanges with your ceo-slash-best friend min yoongi are less cool, because what the hell are you supposed to get the man that already has everything?

The Truth Between Us by @.gukyi and @jimlingss 🏆 ☀️ 🌧

Pairing: Editor MYG x reader

a book deal should be the most exciting time of your life, but there seems to be a constant and omnipresent damper on your mood in the form of a certain min yoongi, who you would just cut out from your life, if he weren’t your editor. but then, the world shifts beneath your feet, and you begin to wonder if maybe you’ve always been looking at life from the wrong angle.

Love is Blind by @cinnaminsvga 🏆 ☀️ 🌧

[Final] Pairing: Fake boyfriend KNJ x reader

social media au where y/n posts a fake boyfriend application on twitter as a dare but ends up seeking something real in the long run (aka how to fall in love the zillennial way)

Love Grows Where You Go by @hueseok 🏆 ☀️ 🌧

Pairing: Fiancé MYG x reader

determined to make you and yoongi grow closer for your upcoming wedding in two weeks, your parents plan a trip for the both of you that lasts five days long. you know you should be ecstatic about it, considering your longtime crush on your fiancé, but by how you’re positive that he secretly despises your whole being, you don’t find this mini vacation with him something to look forward to. that is until things take an unexpected turn and suddenly, he makes it apparent he doesn’t hate you at all as you reckoned.

Give Me Love by @.hueseok 🏆 ☀️ 🌧

Pairing: Lawyer boyfriend KNJ x reader

you’ve been in a relationship with your boyfriend for over five years now, yet the talk of marriage has never been initiated between the two of you. of course, you try to somehow squeeze it in from time to time, but it seems like no matter what, namjoon just won’t take the hint

Cornfields and Cosmos by @jessikahathaway ☀️ 🌧 💋

Pairing: Alien MYG x reader

Cornfields: He was an alien. You were a girl. Can I make it any more obvious? Probably. It’s the one where Yoongi’s a cold alien that needs love too.

Cosmos: Yoongi and you had been travelling together for a long time. You’d begun the terrifying journey of becoming parents. When a new person arrives in a way you didn’t expect, you and Yoongi’s relationship is sent into a tailspin.

The Art of Craving by @venusiangguk ☀️ 💋

Pairing: Single parent DILF JJK x reader

jk takes you to a bbq at his friends house. the tri-tip is good but the creampie is even better.

fics to i’m waiting to finish before binge reading

What we are not ; Soulmates by @.taecalikook

Pairing: MYG x reader x KTH

you love yoongi with all your heart throughout these five years being in a relationship with him. you always thought he is the one — your one, even when the infamous soulmate signs are still not showing. yet you always wait, because you know it’s him you are destined to be with, forever. but what would happen if then his childhood best friend comes along, with the universe-signed telltales that you have been looking for true love in all the wrong places?

When the sea sleeps by @.taecalikook

Pairing: KSJ x reader

marriage should be based on love, but it’s not really the case with you and Seokjin. what’s more beneficial than two person who sworn off romances to get married out of obligation, right? but you should have known better, that keeping your heart straight from wanting someone like Kim Seokjin is next to impossible.

After Midnight by @.gyukult

Pairing: JJK x reader

jeon jungkook only likes seeing you after midnight.

Better With You by @ve1vetyoongi

Pairing: KSJ x reader

A part time job as a chef at Paradise Resort seems like the perfect way to spend your summer and save up some spare cash to open your own restaurant back home. That is until you cross paths with the CEO’s son who threatens to fire you if you don’t help him inherit his trust-fund-baby-fortune. How? By making you his fiancé. Well, his pretend fiancé at least.

Operation: Love Letters by @.ve1vetyoongi

Pairing: OT7 x reader

When every student on campus is going crazy about a survey that claims to make true love bloom, your best friend manages to convince you to join in on the fun — except you’re disappointed to find out that your results just seem to be lost causes. That is until a love letter from a mysterious secret admirer turns up and you find yourself on a mission to find the person behind the pen — but you quickly realise it’s going to be a lot harder than you initially thought when you have 7 possible bachelors to investigate, right? Operation: Love Letters a-go!

Remember Me by @.ve1vetyoongi

Pairing: OT7 x reader

Taehyung wants to be forgotten. Overwhelmed by his life as idol persona V, he longs to just be Kim Taehyung for once. Even if that means forgetting everything he ever knew

🏆 The Prince and His Rose by @vanaera

Pairing: Football player / Childhood bestfriend JJK x reader

Drabble series of “For a While”

The Heart Holiday by @.vanaera

Pairing: MYG x reader

Valentine’s Day is declared as an official holiday. However, private companies’ standards dictate it’s only for the people who are currently in a relationship. Unluckily for Y/N, she doesn’t have this year’s PRS’ (Proof of Relationship Status) “in a relationship” box ticked – the only ticket out she can have to enjoy one paid week of holiday leave away from her hellish job. And more unfortunately for Y/N, everyone around her is oh so conveniently currently committed in a relationship. Except for one person: Min Yoongi, Y/N’s biggest critic in every pitch meeting, the picky guy who always picks on her, and the most annoying jerk of the century. Desperate for that holiday leave, Y/N strikes Yoongi up with an offer: Fake date each other two weeks before February 14, just enough time for the Department of Relationship Management (DRM) to consider processing their PRSs. After Valentine’s Day, they will go back to their own ways and never speak about whatever that may happen during the plan. Good, plain, and simple. That is until, Yoongi uncharacteristically oh so enthusiastically agrees to Y/N’s offer, leaving her thinking that she may have bitten something too much more than she can chew.

My Time by @.vanaera

Pairing: JJK x reader

A future technology allows cops to jump in the past and future to investigate crimes that have happened and prepare for those that are about to happen. A simple hit-and-run turns into something more when Captain Jeon Jungkook finds himself as the victim of a culprit who cannot be identified by the system. Especially when the culprit seems to be the same person behind the new case that’s threatening the order in the justice organization. All goes haywire when Jungkook gets involved with Y/N L/N, the clairvoyant sketch artist who may be his only help to solve the case.

Lost Stars by @.hueseok

Pairing: JJK x reader

the last person you’d expect to be there for you is your roommate, jeongguk, on the night you break up with your cheating boyfriend; because as far as you’re concerned, the both of you aren’t exactly friends, and he definitely shouldn’t be running to get you upon hearing you sob via phone call.

so when he does, you begin thinking that maybe you’ve just been hard on him over the years, or perhaps he just liked pretending to be an annoying shit most of the time. either way, it becomes the beginning of an unexpected friendship finally blossoming.

Dexterity + Stupidity by @.hueseok

Pairing: JJK x reader

a drabble series that features surgical intern!jeongguk x surgical resident!reader as they go through their odd senior-junior relationship, obviously having the hots for each other and yet, frustratingly goes into twists and turns in order to properly act on it.

Crimson Grail by @.jessikahathaway

Pairing: MYG x reader

There were tales of the famed pirate Min Yoongi, Captain of the Crimson Grail. However, one meeting with him is hardly ever enough… One taste of adventure, and you were addicted.

Baby Talk by @.jessikahathaway

Pairing: PJM x JJK x reader

Jimin and Jungkook had been trying to get a surrogate for years. Finally when you agree to help them, their dreams seem to be coming true. But, dreams change…

Vegas, Baby by @.jessikahathaway

Pairing: KTH x reader

They say what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. What happens when there’s a little more legality to it than that?

Taming the Beast by @.jessikahathaway

Pairing: KTH x reader

You were the next in line to be the head of your village, when your mother gave you to the enemy to save your people from merciless slaughter. What happens when they try to Tame a Beast?

Owner by @.jessikahathaway

Pairing: JJK x reader

With your mother hounding on you (no pun intended), you decided to get a little help from a hybrid, who was also in need of assistance.

If Only You Knew by @agustdakasuga

Pairing: BTS x reader

From the start, you knew you wanted to be a hybrid rehabilitator. You needed to help these hybrids heal, learn to live with one another and lead normal lives. Even if they are all different, you hoped that they could give each other a new reason to live.

#monthly recap #bts fics #bts jungkook #bts jin #bts seokjin #bts yoongi #bts suga #bts rm #bts namjoon #bts jimin #bts v #bts taehyung #bts fic recs #bts fanfic

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aestheticallyunaesthetic17 · 3 years

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100 questions and answers

Who is your hero? Probably future me, i want to be able to grow up and be the better person that i hope they are, and the only way of knowing that is by making it happen.

If you could live anywhere, where would it be? New Zealand, Canada or USA. I lived in TX for 3 months and loved it there and I have family in NZ and Canada.

What is your biggest fear? Wasps, 100%. Not being stung but the way they look scares me.

What is your favorite family vacation? When we went to Krakow in Poland.

What would you change about yourself if you could? My skin color. I hate it so much.

What really makes you angry? People hating others or stopping others from being themselves.

What motivates you to work hard? To make future me happier than I am now.

What is your favorite thing about your career? I want to be in cabin crew, so probably the traveling.

What is your biggest complaint about your job? Being away from family.

What is your proudest accomplishment? Getting through the shit 2020 brought me without killing myself.

What is your child's proudest accomplishment? No kids rn.

What is your favorite book to read? Noughts and Crosses by Malorie Blackman

What makes you laugh the most? My boyfriend.

What was the last movie you went to? What did you think? Freaks. I was a bad movie, a little like the scary movies franchise. My friend was scared at parts which was super funny to watch

What did you want to be when you were small? An actor. Typical Leo ;)

What does your child want to be when he/she grows up? They can be anything they want to be.

If you could choose to do anything for a day, what would it be? Visit Edinburgh alone.

What is your favorite game or sport to watch and play? To watch, American Football. To play, archery.

Would you rather ride a bike, ride a horse, or drive a car? Drive a car, it's peaceful and warm. I would blast music.

What would you sing at Karaoke night? no idea.

What two radio stations do you listen to in the car the most? Heart and Capital

Which would you rather do: wash dishes, mow the lawn, clean the bathroom, or vacuum the house? Dishes or vacuum.

If you could hire someone to help you, would it be with cleaning, cooking, or yard work? Yard work!!!

If you could only eat one meal for the rest of your life, what would it be? Tandoori Prawn curry.

Who is your favorite author? Jacqueline Wilson or JK Rowling (only her books, not her)

Have you ever had a nickname? What is it? Just Em. But id like to be called Millie.

Do you like or dislike surprises? Why or why not? Depends on the surprise tbh, I like to plan a lot.

In the evening, would you rather play a game, visit a relative, watch a movie, or read? Watch a movie.

Would you rather vacation in Hawaii or Alaska, and why? Hawaii. I was meant to go this year but covid and leaving the US fucked it up.

Would you rather win the lottery or work at the perfect job? And why? Work the perfect job, id get bored sitting around all day.

Who would you want to be stranded with on a deserted island? my boyfriend.

If money was no object, what would you do all day? Travel and see the world.

If you could go back in time, what year would you travel to? 2012. To see my Nana again.

How would your friends describe you? Stupid.

What are your hobbies? Traveling, photography, music and shopping.

What is the best gift you have been given? Forgiveness from myself.

What is the worst gift you have received? Sixe XXL jacket when im an XS

Aside from necessities, what one thing could you not go a day without? My macbook.

List two pet peeves. - Breaking trust - Bad table manners

Where do you see yourself in five years? Hopefully working my dream job, maybe moved to a different country and traveling the world.

How many pairs of shoes do you own? too many, roughly 16

If you were a super-hero, what powers would you have? Invisibility or teleportation.

What would you do if you won the lottery? build my own house

What form of public transportation do you prefer? (air, boat, train, bus, car, etc.) Train, its so relaxing. Then planes.

What's your favorite zoo animal? Lions or tigers.

If you could go back in time to change one thing, what would it be? My time in America.

If you could share a meal with any 4 individuals, living or dead, who would they be? - My nana - my bf - Princess Diana - Obama

How many pillows do you sleep with? 4, two on each side.

What's the longest you've gone without sleep (and why)? 26 hours, traveling to Texarkana from Edinburgh.

What's the tallest building you've been to the top in? Idk tbh

Would you rather trade intelligence for looks or looks for intelligence? looks for intelligence because then you can earn enough for plastic surgery.

How often do you buy clothes? 1/2 a month

Have you ever had a secret admirer? Idk I guess so.

What's your favorite holiday? Summer vacation Christmas for an actual holiday

What's the most daring thing you've ever done? Moved half way across the world and lived with strangers.

What was the last thing you recorded on TV? Nothing

What was the last book you read? 1984

What's your favorite type of foreign food? Indian

Are you a clean or messy person? Both, but relatively clean

Who would you want to play you in a movie of your life? Millie Bobbie Brown probably

How long does it take you to get ready in the morning? 1 hour

What kitchen appliance do you use every day? Kettle

What's your favorite fast food chain? Chick fil A (i know, i cant buy it now tho)

What's your favorite family recipe? Nana's bacon and egg pie

Do you love or hate rollercoasters? LOVE

What's your favorite family tradition? Opening gifts on Christmas Eve

What is your favorite childhood memory? I dunno really, Ive forgotten a lot of my childhood.

What's your favorite movie? Ferris Bueller's Day Off or Beautiful Boy

How old were you when you learned Santa wasn't real? How did you find out? Probably 7/8 but I dont remember.

Is your glass half full or half empty? Half empty.

What's the craziest thing you’ve done in the name of love? Said i'd come back one day.

What three items would you take with you on a deserted island? A boat and food. Yes i am that person.

What was your favorite subject in school? Scottish school, geography. US school, government.

What's the most unusual thing you've ever eaten? Haggis

Do you collect anything? Foreign coins

Is there anything you wished would come back into fashion? Skinny jeans, my ass looks gooood in them

Are you an introvert or an extrovert? introvert that likes being sociable

Which of the five senses would you say is your strongest? hearing

Have you ever had a surprise party? (that was an actual surprise) nope

Are you related or distantly related to anyone famous? my dad is well know in the whisky business. Has his own prime tv show

What do you do to keep fit? Walk a lot and swim.

Does your family have a “motto” – spoken or unspoken? nope

If you were ruler of your own country what would be the first law you would introduce? everyone is equal.

Who was your favorite teacher in school and why? Scottish School, my geo teacher. US school, my english teacher.

What three things do you think of the most each day? My bf, my mum and America

If you had a warning label, what would yours say? Sad, angry and anxious

What song would you say best sums you up? 17 again

What celebrity would you like to meet at Starbucks for a cup of coffee? Timothee Chalamet or Tom Holland

Who was your first crush? a boy called Finlay who i rode the bus with

What's the most interesting thing you can see out of your office or kitchen window? sheep or cows very often

On a scale of 1-10 how funny would you say you are? 5

Where do you see yourself in 10 years? kids, married, settled down and happy. moved countries 100%

What was your first job? never had one

If you could join any past or current music group which would you want to join? 5sos

How many languages do you speak? 1 - english

What is your favorite family holiday tradition? opening gifts on Christmas Eve

Who is the most intelligent person you know? my mum

If you had to describe yourself as an animal, which one would it be? a cat probably or a tiger

What is one thing you will never do again? trust people fully

Who knows you the best? my bf.

#100 things about me #questions #100 questions

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vanaera · 5 years

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Mikrokosmos

[Moodboard made by the wonderful @bluesxde] Synopsis | There are three times in Jungkook's life where he has fallen in love with you and most of the time, they are more than what they appear to be (Or the three times Jungkook learned what falling in love felt like because of you). Pairing | Jungkook x Reader Genre | Fluff, drama, some angst (surprise hons!) Wordcount | 7.8k Warning | Mentions of bullying A/N | Some parts in this installment have references of the garden talk Jungkook and the OC had when he was 17 (read “The Sprout”) and the Lee Taeyong Incident (mentioned in “Melodies in a Distance”). You can view these stories first before reading this, although this fic can be read as a standalone (though reading the garden talk would give you a better view of the concerns Jungkook was holding, hence, it will explain the depth this installment will give to the whole series).

Read more football!jk drabbles in The Prince and His Rose!

Some things do not seem what they appear to be. A frown appears to be a sign of discontentment but can actually be an intuited expression in unprecedented incidents. Smiles do not always mean satisfaction and pleasure but can also be a forged sign of strength and invulnerability. Likewise, a home does not automatically signify an establishment composed of four walls and a roof. It can be a hobby, a memory, or even a person. Despite being bound by the sense making of people and the laws of the world, every bit in this universe is more than what they are. Each represents the special and significant intersection of the world and its phenomena that can only happen once and never again. And just like how you told him that the universe the people live in are more than what it is, Jungkook came to realize that his affections for you are more than what they seem to be.

The first time Jungkook encountered this knowledge, it was through your story about the star prince.

“Did you know, the Star Prince lived in a kingdom called Constellatia?” you close your giant storybook, a sewn stack of papers Jungkook learned was just filled with your random sketches, and grinned at him. Broken teeth and all.

Jungkook scrunches his nose. “That name sounds just like normal constellation. It sounds lame.”

“No, it's not!” you huff behind him and Jungkook feels your presence behind him when a sprinkle of sand lands on his castle.

“Oops. Sorry,” you mutter and Jungkook, your ever-stubborn seven-year-old neighbor that moved in beside your home six months ago, clicks his tongue. He turns his back to you and decides to build another castle.

You seem unbothered by it as you plopped beside him. You’re already used to your neighbor turning his back to you that you started to see this as an endearing quality about him.

Jungkook has always been this aloof since he moved in with his mother. He doesn’t speak to anyone at school, not even to you! Sure, it was unsettling to know that a kid like you does not care for wonderful stories and playdates and prefers to play alone but as your mother told you, you shouldn’t give up and Jungkook just needs time to warm up. And yeah, you learned that friendship takes time to bloom as after a few months of your constant befriending tactics, Jungkook for the very first time, met you halfway with a shy “You already know I’m Jungkook, right? So…yeah, can you...can you tell me about the story you told at school yesterday again?”

Anyway, you started blabbering again. “You see, the Constellatia is the universe we see. The stars up above us at nights belong to the Star Prince’s kingdom.”

Jungkook still has his back turned to you and you pout. You made your voice louder. “The Star Prince is really cool, no? He lives in a world full of stars! How amazing can that be?”

Jungkook hums as he piles another bucket of sand.

Seeing his disinterest, you realize it’s time to bring out your big guns. “You know, I found that the cosmos are not what they seem to be.”

This time, you successfully caught your neighbor’s attention. Jungkook halts on his third bucket of sand and looks at you, suspicious. “How did you know?”

You find yourself smiling. You knew this will work. “Well...I saw the 'cosmos' on the TV. It showed some pretty pink and purplish waves of skies and I've never seen anything prettier than that in my whole life,” you glance at Jungkook and after assuring he's interested, you smile wider. “And I figured that my toys are not what they usually are, I thought then that the cosmos are more than what they really are.”

Jungkook tilts his head. “What do you mean you found your toys 'not what they usually are'“?

“I found out that they're actually alive! Mom even assured me that they really are living and breathing! She said they just come to life when people are asleep because they are afraid of capitalism?” your eyes wander to the right and after recalling that your mother used the same term, you affirmed it with a grin. “Yeah, capitalism.”

When you see Jungkook scrunching up his forehead, you shrug. “Don't ask me. I don't know what capitalism is. My mom just said so, but I bet it must be really bad because it prevents us from having an animated conversation with our toys.”

You may have not actually narrated the story of the Star Prince to Jungkook, he came home with a story on the tips of his tongue and an excited jump in his steps. Although the effect of your cosmos thingy and the toys turned out to be something you didn't expect when Jungkook informed you the next day that his mother scolded him for knowing something adults should only deal with.

“She even told me I'll get plenty of white hair if I continue talking about it. Don't bring it up again, okay?,” Jungkook looks into your eyes. “My Jeon Effect will be in danger.”

“Okay, I promise,” you give him a small smile and raised your pinky for him to interlock with his own. He locks it and presses his lips on his thumb.

“Promise sealed. For the sake of the Jeon Effect.”

“Yeah, for the Jeon Effect!”

“Oh!” Jungkook sputters, almost jolting as he remembers your unfinished story yesterday. “What about the Star Prince again?”

You cross your arms and wiggle your eyebrows. “I thought you weren't interested yesterday?”

Jungkook instantly finds his cheeks and ears heating up. “I uh–um I–”

“He lives in a kingdom called Constellatia,” you chuckle at the way his eyes widen.

“And?”

“That's it. I'm still doing my umm research? Yeah, research about it, so that's what I only know as of now.” Seeing his shoulders deflate, you immediately reassure him, “But! You'll be the first person to know of him once I figured out his story!”

“Promise?” Jungkook holds out his pinky but what he said seems to just pass through your right ear and out of the other.

“Don't you think we're doing too much pinky swears?”

“There's no such thing as too much pinky swears–do you promise or not?”

“Fine, fine, okay, I promise,” you lock your fingers again and press a soft kiss on your thumbs.

The both of you went home with fingers interlocked, eventhough it was only two months ago that Jungkook told you he hated any kind of skinship because it's corny. He didn't mind the dampness of your sweaty hand that afternoon, so you relished the warmth of his hand with a big, goofy smile.

The story of the Star Prince was brought up again a year later, coinciding with your neighbor's birthday, and therefore, was told in a pillowfort the both of you made in his bedroom.

“His hair is made of stardust and starlights?” Jungkook aks and you nod, opening your flashlight.

“Yeah, the Star Prince's hair glows so much that when he feels happy or excited,” you press a button on your flashlight, turning the scope of the light much bigger than before, “his whole body can emit light that can enshroud the whole room around him just like this.”

Jungkook's jaw drops in amazement when he sees how gigantic the light of your flashlight shined on his wall that it almost mimicked a spotlight.

Happy with your neighbor's reaction, you continue, “Because of these instances that makes him burn up with so much light, his kingdom Constellatia can easily provide the sun enough shine to light up every planet in our galaxy for a few years. On the usual basis, his optimism provides enough daylight to our world. When fortunate enough, his light crosses to the dark realm which allows the Midnight Princess–who balances the light he casts with darkness and also his destined bride–to pull up the moon and use the stars the Star Prince created to draw constellations on her skies.”

“That sounds wonderful,” Jungkook says, eyes shimmering and for a moment's second you thought the glow in his eyes can rival the “spotlight” you created on his wall. However, it soon diminishes and you're left staring at his honey brown eyes again when he pulls his lips into a small frown. “But, how can the prince and princess meet if they're separated by two realms? Of course they have to meet face-to-face to fall in love, right?”

“That's where you're wrong, Kook. You don't need to physically meet to fall in love.”

Jungkook just looks at you more confused than ever.

“You see, the eyes are not the only ones which can see,” you reach out to him and Jungkook freezes in his spot as you place your palm flat against his chest. “Your heart can see, too. Far more than what your eyes could.” You giggle, “See? You're nervous. I can't see it on your face but I can feel how fast your heartbeats are.”

Jungkook lets out a squeak and before your eyes can see the reds that must have colored his cheeks, he swats your hand away. You laugh and he feels his cheeks become hotter. “Wh-what? I-I'm not nervous.”

“But you didn't deny that your heartbeats are really, really fast, Kook.” When he didn't reply, you let out a chuckle.

“Anyway, as I told you, you need not to physically meet to fall in love. The constellations the Midnight Princess lays on her skies manages to dwell a little longer on daybreak just enough for the Star Prince to have a glimpse on. Most of them have messages, others just artworks of the princess, nevertheless, it warms the heart of the Star Prince. In return, the Star Prince creates more stars for her to use and paint on the skies, each containing a secret message that unravels once the princess touches it. Some of them express the Star Prince’s admiration for the princess’ artworks, but most of them tell how much love he feels for her.” You smile at him, “Remember the star we saw yesterday at the playground which our teacher pointed out wasn't actually a star but a planet?”

Jungkook nods.

“That’s Venus. The joy the Star Prince felt when the Midnight Princess returned his feelings made him shine so much that the planet Venus caught tons of his starlight enough for her to shine like a star even in broad daylight up ‘til evening to carry the message ‘You’re utterly beautiful’ for the princess.” You turn to Jungkook, “See, Kook? Essential entities like love are invisible to the eye and can only be seen with the heart. And with that, here’s another gift of mine for your birthday.”

You turned off your flashlight and immediately, the two of you are surrounded by darkness.

“Look above you, Kook.”

Jungkook raises his head and his mouth opens in wonder, “Whoa.” Above him were thousands of constellations, lining up every corner of his room with glowing stardust and starlight. Some were red, orange, and pink, the others in blue, purple, and green, while almost all of them are yellow. Most of them even look like they’re glittering gold. They fill up every space in his room and for a moment, Jungkook feels he isn’t in his room but in the outer space–in the Constellatia you painted for him and you, a secret world only both of you know.

The stars you placed on the ceiling with the help of his mother that morning when Jungkook is playing outside are only glow-in-the-dark sticky stars you bought with your mother in Walmart. However, they looked so much more than what they really are when they are spread above you, blanketing the both of you in comfort and wonder no other world can do.

As if taking the words straight from your mouth, Jungkook gasps in wonder, “This…this is beautiful.”

“Yeah, it really is,” you feel your smile growing into a grin. “It’s the masterpiece the Midnight Princess created when she and the Star Prince finally met in the first eclipse a thousand years ago.” You turn towards Jungkook again and he looks at you with surprise when you place a soft peck against his cheeks. “Happy 8th birthday, Kook.”

You came home that night with your end of the metal-and-strings phone he crafted (“so we can you know…call each other whenever we feel like it,” Jungkook mused while running a hand through his hair) along with a new milestone in your friendship with your neighbor.

When Jungkook’s mother came to bid him goodnight, she found him smiling in his sleep for the very first time. That same night, you found yourself dreaming about one single sentence over and over again:

“Y/N, you know…you’re my very first friend.”

The second time Jungkook encountered your view of things being more than what they seem to be, it was because you followed him when he ran away from home.

Teenage years have done Jungkook no good. A complete 180 turnover from his peaceful childhood, the seventeen-year-old him was not someone he could ever be proud of. He lost hope on his dreams, he never had any plans for his future, fucked up everything he built his life on, he traded your friendship for some twisted kind of brothership with Lee Taeyong and the other hotshot kids, and he even got into constant fights with his mom about his growing bad reputation in school. Sure, he asked for forgiveness from his mom and you when he woke up from his horrible mindset after the Lee Taeyong Incident which involved you six months ago, but it's not enough. It will never be enough. So Jungkook decides he'll stop fucking up everyone's lives by leaving everything he’s ever known. He've already caused everyone he loves enough damage to last their lifetimes.

However, all of his plans started to go downhill the moment he spot the beanie he gifted to you three years ago on some hunched up gal in the bus. The seconds seem to fast after that–he jumped off on the next stop, started sprinting for God knows where, and now you're here running with your breath leaving you as you try to keep up with him.

“Jungkook, stop!”

"Y/N! Just go home!" Jungkook yells over his shoulder before he faces forward again, biting his lips in frustration. He wills his legs to fasten his pace. He’s already a city away from home and only now when he stepped down the bus stop did he know you’ve fucking followed him. Why the hell did you follow him? How come you’ve known his plan of running away? Do you actually think you can convince him to come home, when what–after he just screamed at his mom that she can never help him with his feelings of un-usefulness? When he knows he’ll never lead a meaningful life even if he tried? When he knew that everyone’s right–he’s just a scum dragging down everyone around him and it took him one stupid year to realize that they’re true? When he’s hurt everyone he loves, even you, far worse than what he intended? Jungkook chokes down a grunt and pulls the straps of his backpack tighter. He’s not coming back. Looking behind will only hold him back and he didn’t need that as much as you don’t need him and he’ll be fine with that–

“Jungkook, can you fucking stop and look at me, just for once!”

Jungkook pays no heed and continues running but when the absence of footsteps pounding on the pavement behind him dawns on him, every limb in his body ceases into a staggering stop.

Even if you didn’t follow him, Jungkook simultaneously feels sick and relieved to know that you’ll never leave him alone.

“Jungkook–”

“What were you thinking?! You knew I would fucking do this and you even thought of fucking following me–Why did you even follow me?!”

“I–uh–I–“

“It’s fucking midnight, Y/N–”

“Do I look like I fucking care?!” you scream and under the pale glow of the streetlight did Jungkook notice the streams of tears cascading down on your pale face. “You just bolted out of your home with no qualms of turning back. What do you want me to do? Wait until you’ve finally really left for good? I can’t fucking do that! You’re my fucking bestfriend, for Christ’s sake!”

Jungkook remains unmoving in his spot and you found this enough of a reason to take a step forward. “Don’t pretend that I don’t fucking know why you’re doing this. Yes, rumors about you and your bad reputation about your constant fights have spread like wildfire in high school. Yes, you’ve hurt your mom even if she’s the only family member who have stuck by your side. And goddamn sure as hell you’ve also hurt me when you figured my weirdness and nerdy-ness is out of place with your pursuit of so-called manliness. You’ve pushed me away, turned blind eye to my bullies, and even joined Lee Taeyong and others in their bullshits. But are they enough to fucking change how I see you? Hell-fucking no! You’re still the shy seven-year-old boy I met when I was four–the one who I took time knowing and befriending through letters pasted under your desk in preschool. You’re still my friend who would do anything it takes to make his mom smile because he loves her so much. Remember the tons of thank you cards you send to her monthly up ’til now?”

Jungkook nods, his huge backpack dropping to the ground, but he doesn’t look up to meet your eyes.

“If that’s not a sign of how much you love your mom, I don’t know what else, Kook. Yes, your father fucked up real bad with your mom, but don’t you dare think you’re anything like him. Yes, you have your flaws, but unlike him, you learn from them and you try your best to right them. You always made it up to your mom whenever you fight. You always told her you’re sorry, you clean the house, try to do better in school. You told Jimin to help me with Taeyong even when you’re far away in the city with your team for your teambuilding camp, remember? And you finally said your apologies from the shits you put me through the second you came back to town.” It was only now did you realize you’re only a couple of steps away from your bestfriend without him running farther away. You sniffle from your sobs, hopes still raised. “I know your mother will forgive you from the things you said which I know you didn’t really mean. I have already forgiven you, Kook, and you know that’s a big deal because you know how bitchy I am when I hold grudges,” your lips try to attempt a smile but you can’t will them to, “So why not give yourself a chance to forgive yourself?” You realize you’ve began sobbing again as you continue, “Remember what I told you in the sandbox when you were seven? That things aren’t really what they appear to be? Tha-that-that they are more than what they seem to be? That shit I made up when I was four is still true until now, you know. I figured that people are more than what they seem to be. Tha-that we can create beautiful things much larger than ourselves–that we can become our own worlds we create for ourselves. And with that,” you look at his eyes for the first time, warm brown and homey like the first time you met him. “You are more than what your flaws make you to be,” your voice flattens in a heavy sigh and you push away your fringe to wipe away your tears.

You raise your arms to encircle around his frame, not fully enclosed enough to keep him to stay in your arms, but not loose enough for him to easily slip away. “I-if you still want to run away, then put down my arms and I assure you I’ll never be in your way again. B-but if you choose to come home with me, you know I’d gladly take you back in my arms again.” You know how volatile your situation is right now–that it’s possible you’ll never see your bestfriend ever again–but you still wanted him to have a choice, to freely believe that he is more than his mistakes and regrets, that he still has so much to become. He’s still unmoving and you close your eyes, unknowingly whispering, “Please stay.”

Seconds do not need to drag too long as the moment your wish fills the empty street, you feel Jungkook immediately engulfing you in a tight hug with his tears wetting the sleeves of your jacket as he continuously mutter “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

"You know I’ve never been those first benchers, Y/N, right?” he chokes on his sobs but he continues, “I never had grades worth to be proud of. I’m just always there–doing whatever insignificant, fucking everyone’s lives, just being a nobody. Trying to prove something I cannot prove from the start. It hurts to know you aren’t good in anything, you know? It pains to know you have no dreams for yourself.”

“But you have,” you interrupt him.

“I have?”

“Yes you do,” you look up at him and hugged him tighter. “People say it’s okay to not have any dreams but I dare to disagree. Not all dreams can be grand, you know. They can be little things like growing up a dog, finishing a day’s work, living ‘til you make it to another day–they’re small things but ironically big. Remember the number systems we studied in Algebra?”

Jungkook huffs. “Yes but why you bringing up Math, Y/N? You know I’m a shithead in that–”

“Shush,” you chuckle, “I know, I know. I’m not good in that either. But do you remember the infinity the numbers held? Thousands and hundreds of numbers can go on and on. Decimals go on and on but they’re much smaller than those thousands–sometimes even insignificant, especially when we’re talking about bucks and dough. However, they also hold an infinity, Jungkook. Small things can have immeasurable value. Small worlds of their own, small universes of their own, they are more than what they appear to be. And knowing you, Kook, I know you want to make your mom happy. That’s more than enough to be a dream. That’s more than enough to be a reason to motivate you to keep living.”

Jungkook nods and he sinks further in your embrace. “But you know I still want to find my passion, Y/N, right?”

“You’ll find it, Jungkook. I know you can. If you need help, I’ll be here by your side.”

“Thank you, Y/N. Thank you so much.”

A moment of silence passes before Jungkook breaks it again. He sighs, “I'm sorry for-for doing all these. It's dumb, I know."

"It is,” you pat his back, “But it’s okay, we’ll get over them eventually. Part of growing up.”

"I'm sorry I've always been a shitty friend. I can't forgive myself for what Taeyong and the others did to you."

"It's okay. You've already apologized and I've long forgiven you."

“I'm sorry I’m not yet someone you could be proud of."

"Don't say that. You know I've always loved you being my friend. It's all I could ever ask for."

"I-I just thought I’m becoming too much like my dad–fucking up mom’s life, fucking up other’s lives, never doing anything right. I’m afraid to be the source of my mom’s sadness again so–so I figured if I left her, she’ll do and feel much better.”

“Do you think she’ll actually feel better if her one and only knight in shining armor leaves her?”

Jungkook shakes his head. “No.”

He could feel you smiling against his jacket. “You already know the answer, Kook, so stop comparing yourself with your dad. You’re not fucking up anyone’s lives here.” You pull yourself away to look at him again, “Oh and I’m sorry too for talking too many shits about your dad. It might have been too painful for you.”

“It’s okay,” Jungkook pulls you and presses your head against his chest again. “I got over him already. He’s just plain horrible to me. He deserve all those shits.”

“Okay, if you say so.”

Jungkook hums and he feels you flutter your eyes close as you sink again in his embrace. He relishes the feeling of your warmth he has missed for long months. He shifts in his place to have his arms in level with your head and before you could ask what’s wrong, he caresses your hair and whispers against your head, “Can we stay like this for a while? I kinda missed my little peanut otor-nim.”

He could feel your smile grow into a grin. “Of course, Kook. I missed my StarKook, too.”

The last buses have long been gone on the streets, the night much darker than the one in your hometown, but the stars that twinkle above the two of you have never burned this bright. You knew this midnight can easily outshine the million ones you’ve had in your whole lifetime.

In the morning, you and Jungkook went home. He went straight to his mom to ask for forgiveness and he’s never been happier in his life to feel his own voice reverberating again on his end of your metal-can-and-strings phone.

"Hi, Y/N. I-I'm back. Thank you for bringing me home."

The following day, Jungkook finds himself in a green field two blocks away from his home and a football shoved under his nose.

“What’s this?”

“A football.”

Jungkook scoffs. “yeah, no shit, Y/N.” You open your mouth and before you can utter some witty comeback, Jungkook cuts right to the chase. “Why are we here anyway?”

You raise your eyebrows at him, lips tugged into a smirk. “I thought we’re going to find your passion?”

“In here?” Jungkook gawks, “We’re no longer kids to be playing, Y/N.”

“Oh but we, are!” you grin and you start running ahead of him. “You already know my passion is to write, Kook! And when I write, I feel like a child! Children have this thing of knowing what they want. They find it easier to be happy than adults. But remember, we adults have been children before. We only need to really open our hearts to remember what it felt like. We can do paintings tomorrow, miniature sculptures the next day, visit the planetarium on the other day; but for now, let’s do football. It was our favorite game when we were toddlers, remember?” You turn back to him and spread out your arms. “So what do you say, Kook? Play football with me?”

“Fine with me,” Jungkook hollers and he kicks the ball so far he could already see losing your breath running for it. The rustle of the grass felt too new in his ears as the greens bend to the loud crunches of his shoes. He could be running close behind you but he could tell you’re already sporting a large grin growing on your face.

You giggle, nearing the spot where the ball has stopped. “We haven’t set our goalposts yet!”

“Worry about it later! Just worry how you’ll catch up with me with your cute ass legs!”

“You’re really asking for it huh? Here you go!” you kick the ball farther away, but not as far as your bestfriend did–just a couple of five large steps Jungkook knows he can easily make. “Argh! Damn my short legs! Hey, Kook, wait for me!”

Jungkook laughs and before he knew it, you two have become children again getting acquainted in the sandbox where the story of the Star Prince originated. Unheeding to the the noise of the city, to the stares of other people, the both of you let the green field become your own world, your own universe filled with countless wonders of lights and stars just like the utopic Constellatia you created for you and him. However, this time, the stars don’t reside in Constellatia, but in yours and Jungkook’s eyes.

When you went home, he told you he wanted to play football again and for the following weeks, you led him to countless green fields to play with you. It wasn’t until the next month came did he find his passion for the sport. You came home muddy and messy but Jungkook returned with a newfound dream and a song in his heart he never heard before. You don’t need to place your hand flat on his chest for him to know his heart started to tune itself to the melody of your name.

The third time Jungkook was reminded again of the philosophy the four-year-old you have created, it finally had a name. Unknowingly, the things you said no longer involved the universes in general, but instead him and you, and the things he started to feel for you.

“’Microcosm, from the Greek words micros kosmos. To have humankind be regarded as the epitome of the universe’,” Jungkook looks at you, smirking. “Wow, you’re doing real good with our project for our literature class. How come you can easily define these words without using a dictionary? I mean,” he scrambles for his own paper, “look at mine: ‘Microcosm means small cosmos.’ I struggled for like twenty minutes just for this four-worded shit!”

“It sounds fine to me,” you shrug.

“No, not for me. Yours still look the best.”

“I still think yours is okay,” you lay your back down on the mat Jungkook has spread on the grass. “Leonardo da Vinci once said ‘simplicity is the ultimate sophistication.’”

Jungkook chuckles and follows suit, hands supporting his head as a pillow, his eyes set straight towards the night sky.

University ended early today, which granted you and him to spend the rest of your free time biking and chilling. Of course it was Jungkook who did all the biking with you sitting behind him on the makeshift seat he added behind his on his bicycle. You’re still learning how to ride a bike and Jungkook would rather cut his arm than let you on a bike again so soon as the last time you did, you almost crashed into a speeding car. Nevertheless, the night was fun. You had dinner in Mark’s, stopped by an arcade, bought keychains for each other at a street event you passed by (a pink bunny for Jungkook and a blue sleepy cat for you), and now you’re here, stretched out on the mat you packed, staring at the stars while you compare your notes in your class.

Glancing at you, now talking about another piece you’re writing, Jungkook wonders how he’s been too lucky lately. He was able to snag the same class with you in Comparative Literature even if it wasn’t even offered in his program in Computer Science just so he can have one common class with you. Hell, he still can’t believe how he managed to get in this prestigious college with a sports scholarship just so he can be by your side as long as his chances could let him. He first thought it would be pretty weird not to have you by his side when you practically grew up together. However, now, the heat that creeps in his chest, cheeks, and ears that makes his fingers tingly and his feet jumpy whenever he’s with you, he’s no longer sure if his initial reason to study in this college was still the same as the one he now holds in his heart. If there’s proof, it had to be his stubbornness to tell you that he actually just applied in Comparative Literature to see your sappy face (that weirdly started becoming too pretty in his eyes) and the sparkle of your eyes. They said when people talk about their passion and dreams, there’s some otherworldly light and shine you can see in their eyes that makes them glow with so much beauty and God was your beauty utterly astounding when he saw those stars in your eyes in that class for the very first time. He hopes that he also looks that attractive to you when he talks about football even if he’s practically showered in sweat and mud– wait, what–

“Jungkook,” at the sound of your voice, Jungkook whips his head to you, warmth searing in his chest and his ears. You seem unknowing to the thunderous beats in his ribcaged heart as you say, “I…what do you think about sending my story about the Star Prince to a publishing company? I know I just wrote, like, two chapters about him and his adventures, and of course I’m still not sure about them but I think they would be nice enough for a debut work, right?”

Jungkook turns to you on his side. You follow suit and as soon as your gazes interlocked, Jungkook felt the need to look a little bit away from the hazels of your eyes before he stutters on his own words. “I-I think it would be great, Y/N. I mean, the Constellatia was a pretty awesome world and I bet other kids would also like to hear about it just like how I did back then and still do now.”

You shift closer to him and Jungkook gulps. “You sure? You’re not just sucking up to me just because I helped you with our define-it-yourself project?”

“Wh-what are you saying? Of course not. I know you’re good and I’m not lying when I say so.” Jungkook bites the corner of his lips. “When are you sending the copy to the publisher?”

“I’m planning to send the online copy tomorrow and the hardcopy on the other day. It would have been better if I could give them the hardcopy tomorrow, too, so by the time my birthday comes,” you giggle, “I can have their feedback as a surprise birthday present. But I think it would be impossible to do since finding a ride to the city is hard and–

“I’ll drive you tomorrow there.”

“With your bike?” you scrunch your forehead, “won’t it be too hard for you to drive that long with another person adding weight to the back?”

Jungkook doesn’t know what the hell he’s spewing out right now but he feels it’s right to just let them out. “But I want to. So you can have their feedback soon as you said. And you know I can,” he smirks, “I have the Jeon Effect by my side.”

“Oh, fucking stop with that!” you laugh, playfully punching his shoulder, and Jungkook chortles as he makes faces at you. When the hysterics tone down, you brought his attention back, “But no, seriously, are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure. I want to do that.”

True to his word, Jungkook drove you to the publishing company the next day. You submitted your work, your bestfriend treated you in a café (“Early birthday gift so I won’t bother to remember the date again and again–” “Damn you, Kook!” “Just kidding, sappy face!” “Don’t call me that!”), and went back to your dormitories with a smile on your faces and your hearts warm enough to keep you from the cold of the night.

Jungkook believed in mutual exchanges. He believed in order for a relationship– whatever form they are–needs some giving and taking. These instances provide the knowledge of assurance: assurance that the promises uttered will be kept, assurance that you mean good and nothing else, assurance that one is not alone in this connection. Such things are needed because it provides solace to a disturbed mind and soul, like some new batteries for a flashlight stored in the emergency kit. All his life, Jungkook felt it was you who kept on giving and giving in your friendship and he felt guilty for not being able to do anything for you in return. Night upon night, he wishes to his lucky stars to give him at least one shot to let him return the favor and day after day, his wish gets delayed. So when his chance came when the stars aligned in your birthday, Jungkook, for the first time in a long while, didn’t know what to do.

“What do you mean she hasn’t turned up in her night classes?” Jungkok’s voice sounded hoarse and exasperated as the worry wears on him in beady cold sweats on his forehead.

“I told you, man” Jimin says on the other line, “Y/N’s not here. I asked Hoseok hyung and Seokjin hyung who were in her communication class before the one I’m taking with her right now and they also said she was nowhere in sight.”

“Fuck.” Jungkook curses in his breath and immediately changes his training shoes into the sneakers he wore earlier that day, phone still lodged between his ear and shoulder.

“You alright, man?” He could hear Jimin’s own worried voice on the other end but he can’t will himself to focus on his friend as he crams his training clothes in his gym bag, along with his birthday gift for you.

At the lack of response, Jimin decides to give some assurance. “I will keep looking around for her, too, and I’ll let you know immediately.”

“Thanks, man,” Jungkook manages to mutter and by the time he ends the call, he’s already sprinting away from the football field, leaving Taehyung and his teammates perplexed and shouting for him to come back.

Times like this, Jungkook thanks himself for having enough knowledge about you that you share in bits and chunks that can easily help him in piecing things together. That’s why at the twentieth minute mark of running around the campus, Jungkook isn’t surprised to find you sitting on the abandoned swings of the park behind your dorm you two always frequent. What he didn’t expect to find though were the fat tears running down from your swollen eyes.

Jungkook immediately rushes to your side, falling on his knees in front of you from the sudden skid he did on a downslope but the pain didn’t bother him as he cups your face in his large hands. “He-hey, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

You shake your head, “I-it’s nothing. I-it’s stupid.” You try to tear your gaze away from him to wipe your tears but Jungkook beats you to it when the rough pads of his thumbs wipe them away for you.

“It’s not nothing when you’re crying about it, especially when it’s your birthday.”

At the mention of your birthday, you cry harder and Jungkoook bites his lips as he hugs you, running his hand soothingly on your back, breathing in even breaths for you to follow to calm down. He can wait until you’re ready to talk.

Jungkook remembers why his mother meant when she told him that when he cries, it also breaks her heart. He’s always seen you smiling whenever you’re with him that when he sees you crying, it becomes too painful to bear. It hurts much more when he knows the times he’s seen you cried like this was because of his stupidity and insensitiveness. He closes his eyes to shake those memories away as he hugs you tighter. It’s different now. He swore to himself he’ll never make you cry again.

It takes a few more minutes for you to calm down. When your breathing finally evens out, Jungkook feels you pulling away to look at him. You don’t meet his eyes but the squeeze of your hand on his own reassures him you’re ready to talk.

“The-the manuscript we sent was rejected.”

Jungkook’s eyes widens. “Wha-what?”

“The publishing company thought that my idea of a universe created by one single prince for his princess is ridiculous. The-they said tha-that it would have at least an once of chance of getting published if I didn’t lack so much in my writing skills. I-I really tried my best, Jungkook, and I also expected rejection bu-but I didn’t imagine it will hurt this bad.” You start tearing up again and Jungkook instantly opens his arms to let you fall in his embrace again.

“I-I thought I really had my shot, you know,” you try to stifle your cries in Jungkook’s shoulder, “But you know what, maybe they’re right. I’m not that good, Kook. Not even close.”

“Hey, don’t say that.” Jungkook pulls away to look at you. He wipes the fresh tears that have fallen and tucks your fringes that have stuck on your tear-stained cheeks away from your face. “It’s just the first time we tried to send a copy for publishing. And yes, rejection is highly probable but this doesn’t mean you have to stop. It always happens! Look at me! I was rejected in the football tryout in our last year in high school, but did that stop me from continuing football? No. No one can tell me what to do with my life and my dreams, except me. No one can bring down the Jeon Effect, you know?” Jungkook tries a smile and when he sees your lips curve a little, relief slowly creeps to soothe the tightness in his chest. “Not only in football, I was also rejected in the drama club! The people there told me I got no experience with the sound and light controls but did that hindered me from doing just that? No. I tried for another application in the second semester and they got me as a trainee but at least, I’ve got better chances now.” Jungkook rubs his neck, “I know this probably really rubs off on me, like I’m probably the King of Rejections right now, but you get what I mean right?”

You nod and when he sees you wiping your tears with a smile growing on your tired face, Jungkook feels like he could straight up go to paradise.

“Maybe that publishing company isn’t ready for you yet and that’s okay because we will keep trying and working hard, right?”

“Yeah.”

“So don’t cry anymore, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Here, I got you your birthday gift.” Jungkook rummages through his gym bag and before you can have a clear view of what he’s pulled out, you could already feel his gift’s warmth on your chest.

“I knitted you a scarf; scarlet red like your favorite color. I kinda wanted to put more effort in your birthday this year so yeah,” Jungkook finishes the loop around your neck, “I made you this. Hope you like it.”

“This…” you trail off, eyes still in wonder of the fabric, “wow it feels so soft. I can’t imagine you actually made this.”

“Believe me I did,” Jungkook chuckles. “You know you’re the only one who I’ll spend this much effort in making gifts.”

“R-really?”

Jungkook smiles. “Yeah.”

The night dwindles further into midnight yet the two of you didn’t mind. The bitter cries and sobs were now replaced with laughter and wonderful stories. Jungkook told you the first escape from training he did tonight and you told him the classes you skipped classes today for the very first time. Jungkook talked about the gingerbread man story he wants to animate for his class and you brought nostalgia to the both of you as you narrated the story of the Golden Prince and his Rose just like how you first told it to him. All of it have been a blur of solace, happiness, and innocence in Jungkook’s mind. However, Jungkook felt the whole world stop when you looked at him through his eyes and said one sentence that changed everything about you, him, and his feelings for you that don’t seem to be the way they appear.

“I remember the night sky I saw in my childhood whenever I look at you.”

Jungkook stills, throat dry, eyes wide. “I-I-Why?”

You chuckle, “Because you always remind me of everything we’ve been through a-and everything we can be.”

Jungkook slept that night running your words in his head over and over again. The warmth that have constantly resided in his chest ever since you’ve taken him to the green fields have now turned into a widespread wildfire, waking up every nerve in his body and lighting them up as if he is made of every bit of starlight and stardust in the universe.

Jungkook felt the need to lay his palm against his chest to feel id his heart is still actually intact or has it already gone with the wind with his brain cells who kept on singing the syllables of your name. Little did he know, this will just be just the start of his own pursuit to match the gravitational forces of attraction between your universe and his, not as the Golden Prince, but as Jeon Jungkook–your childhood bestfriend and your little prince.

Epilogue

1. Falling in love is similar to the feeling of belongingness. To be in love, is to become a friend.

2. Falling in love needs self-discovery andself-development. To be in love is to love yourself.

3. Falling in love feels like owning a whole other dimension you've never heard of with another person. To be in love is to be brave enough for the fall, all risks and benefits be disregarded.

Jungkook bites the cap of his ballpen. Yeah, this is enough of a storyboard for the animation for his project.

On the table beside his notebook for his major Computer Science and his letter from the Korea Football Association, is a pink envelope with a golden crown. Peering from it is a cream-colored paper with his illustration of your golden prince and a red rose.

"Dear princess,

By now, the sprout I have sent you last year’s Valentines must have bloomed. Sunflowers symbolize longevity of love, adoration, and joy (I researched about this, you know ;D). They’ve always known how to find the light and all throughout my life, I’ve always been motivated by your light and the light of the worlds you created for your readers, for you and me. I know this is getting cheesy but I figured they’re enough to carry the message and the weight of my feeling for you and I hope, these flowers have made you happy.

On the side note, please enjoy this film I created of how I came to love you, just as much as how I enjoyed falling in love with you.

Love from a faraway land,

Jeon Jungkook, your little prince.

P.S. By the time you finish reading this, I’m probably behind you now with a bunch of roses and a cheesy eyecandy outfit trying to ask you out for a date. I hope you say yes”

A/N pt. 2 | HI HONS! I MISSED YOU ALL! I know I’ve been off the site quite for long so I this is my way of making it up to you guys! Lately, I’ve been struggling with writing and when my uni announced a week-long break, all my lucky stars aligned to help me sleep more, write more, and enjoy more. I worked on this fic for like a whole week after weeks of inactivity, so please send me what you think about it! (Seriously, I need this, hons. I need to know if I’ve improved or not. *Lowkey me trying to get some compliments and love too because balancing my life between being a content creator and a uni student can be quite hard and some love can really do wonders for me, you know? Hehe)

Thank you for the support you’ve all been giving me! I love you, hons!

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