#jingukkdrabble

[jingukk]

snowed in

Pairing: yoongi x reader

Genre: drabble, fluff, slice of life | f2l, roommates!au

wc: 1200+

warnings: none

you’re trapped inside your apartment during your favorite season, sipping your favorite drink with your favorite person.

 When you wake up, all you see is white. Not unusual considering your recent paint job, the ugly cheeto orange that used to coat your walls happily a thing of the past, but what’s peculiar is that your windows seem to be white too. Blearily you get out of bed and head towards them, realizing as you get closer that snow is covering the panes.

This fact delights and worries you. For one, you love snow. The peace and tranquility that comes with watching those crystals fall from the heavens is truly unmatched. Winter is your favorite season and building snowmen is your favorite pastime, a sweet reminder of how easy life used to be. On the other hand, you have things to do today, places to be. Your daily commute to work is already 30 minutes, but if you throw traffic and snow blocked roads into the mix? It’ll take well over an hour. 

Cursing, you stumble out of your den and head across your living room towards the bathroom, trying to plan out the best way to make it to work in one piece. You’ll have no time for breakfast, a banana will have to suffice, and you could probably skip a shower to save more-

“What's the rush?”

Stopping in your tracks you whip around. Yoongi gazes lazily at you from his spot on the couch, a big blanket covering his frame. His hair is all over the place, eyes still a little puffy from sleep. 

You raise an eyebrow at him. “Uhm, work?” you question pointedly. “You know, the place where I get paid?” He chooses not to respond to your sarcasm. “Your office opened an hour ago, why aren't you there yet?”

He yawns, stretching his arms to the side. “Called in a few minutes ago, told them I’m not coming. You should do the same.”

“Yea right,” you snort, “a little bit of snow isn’t gonna stop me from driving.” 

“Right now it's reached 10 inches, by tonight it's supposed to reach 18.”

“Wha- 18 INCHES,” you choke on your spit, “is that even possible?”

“If it was possible for me then it’s possible for mother nature, I suppose.”

The sound of your giggling brings a tiny smile to Yoongi’s face, pleased his joke managed to ease your mind for a second. Unfortunately, this only lasts for so long, the reality of your situation re-entering your mind and your shoulders sagging once again.

You need to go in today, what with the board of directors paying a visit to your branch. Not to mention the free catering on Mondays. “I have work in an hour, how am I supposed to go?” you mope, plopping down on the couch next to him with your head in your hands. 

“You aren’t,” Yoongi replied casually, rubbing your back. “Parking garage is snowed in and our street hasn’t been plowed. Looks like you’re spending today with me.”

You shoot him a withering glare, one which quickly fades as you realize he’s right. There’s no way you’re gonna make it in today. Sighing, you pull out your phone and shoot your boss a quick email explaining your absence, relieved when she quickly responds with a “No worries, we can reschedule the presentation. Stay warm and I’ll see you tomorrow!”

Scanning over your tired figure, Yoongi gets up. “Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate?” he asks, making his way into the kitchen. 

“Mmmm, hot chocolate please!” you call out, grabbing Yoongi’s blanket and making yourself comfortable before you try to choose something to watch. “Thanks!”

Humming in response, Yoongi opens the top cabinet as he searches for your favorite mug, smiling when he sees the ceramic Cinnamoroll cup that he had gifted you two years ago for Christmas. Grabbing his matching Mocha cup he puts both on the counter and begins to heat up the milk, taking out a can of whipped cream and those tiny heart marshmallows that you enjoy. It doesn’t make a lick of sense to him, marshmallows taste like marshmallows regardless of shape!  But anything for you, right?

You had raved so animatedly about finding “Hello Kitty and Friends Supercute Adventures” on Youtube that year, your enthusiasm about the Sanrio characters being infectious. Replaying his memories Yoongi chuckles to himself, endeared as he looks at the living room where you’re still squirming around trying to find a comfortable spot on the couch. 

He makes his way to you in no time, two mugs topped with mountains of pillowy goodness in hand. As he sits next to you, you take your cocoa from him and shoot a grateful smile his way, one which he returns. Sipping slowly, you exhale contently as sweetness hits your tastebuds and warmth spreads throughout your body. Delicious. 

You take a couple more sips before you decide to let it cool down, the reddi-wip not doing much to prevent a burnt tongue. It seems the man next to you feels the same way as he sets his mug down on the coffee table next to yours, the heat from the cocoa melting the sweet cream that lies atop. Giving it a few minutes, you focus on the television, flipping through channels to find something your roommate would like too.

Yoongi’s attention is on the two Sanrio mugs on the table. Cinnamoroll and Mocha, he muses silently. Cute pair. He glances in your direction. You’re like the Cinamoroll to his Mocha. He likes to think so, anyways. 

His train of thought is broken as an old cartoon begins to play on the TV, the intro music being one he knows well from his childhood. The familiar tune shakes Yoongi out of his daze and he focuses on the animations on the screen, bright figures jumping about in a montage. The two of you begin to sing from memory, loud and offkey, and Yoongi’s high notes and pitch changes elicit giggles as you continue to belt out lyrics alongside him. Soon enough, your stomachs hurt from laughing and giddy smiles are painted on your faces as the opening theme song comes to a close.

After your outstanding duo musical performance ends you pick up your cup of cocoa again, the drink now being a good temperature for you to enjoy without hissing in pain. After a couple of sips, you feel Yoongi’s eyes on you. 

“What?”

Silently he lifts your chin and wipes whipped cream from your bottom lip with his thumb. The two of you have fallen into a comfortable rhythm after living together for some time, so acts such as this weren’t uncommon. But for some reason unknown to you, Yoongi’s hand remains under your chin, his fingers brushing your skin ever so gently.

You freeze, unsure of what to do or where to look. “You had a little something there,” he murmurs softly as his hand retreats back to his lap, staring at you with a look you can only describe as fondness. You shiver.

“T-thanks,” you stutter, averting your eyes back to your mug. Your cheeks feel very warm, all due to the hot cocoa, you think, the fact that the drink had become almost room temperature escaping your mind.

Yoongi chuckles.

It’s 18 degrees outside today but you couldn’t feel warmer.

[jingukk]

lover boy

Pairing: jungkook x reader

Genre: drabble, fluff 

wc: 954

Jungkook likes you. A lot. 

“What do you like about her?”

Graduating highschool with a 4.4 GPA, currently in his third year of college majoring in computer science, a proclaimed genius by his peers and professors, Jungkook is left stumped and speechless by this question. What does he like about you?

He doesn’t know. Actually, he does. The simple answer being, well, everything. But he can’t say that unless he wants another textbook to the head, something about vagueness and, “you have to be specific, asshat!”

He can’t recall when he began to like you. When those smiles you sent his way began to turn his legs to jelly, or when the hugs you gave him had his heart racing so fast it might as well have been on NASCAR. Cupid could strike him with an arrow right now to make him fall in love with another woman and he’s certain his mind wouldn’t linger from you, your name so deeply engraved in his heart no spell or otherworldly power could have him look at another the same way. The urge just to be close to you plagues him every waking minute, his hand itching to be held by yours, his eyes begging to stare at you for hours on end.

It's gross, cheesy enough to give his stomach a problem, but Jungkook can’t help but turn into a sap when it comes to you. You look like a lovestruck puppy, Hoseok told him one day after he dropped you off at your dorm and came back grinning, cheeks flushed and adoration practically oozing out of every crevice of his being. 

“Kook, look at this!” You had cackled like a madman last week after getting your hands on Jungkook’s old highschool yearbook, cooing and baby talking his freshman photo showing him off in all his adolescent glory. He couldn’t have been more embarrassed, swiftly grabbing it from you and snapping it shut, ears red and pout present. But his pout quickly morphed into a tiny smile, watching you giggle and shake with laughter until you could barely sit up straight and almost face planted onto his floor.

He likes your laugh. You think it's obnoxious, but he swears he’s never heard anything more delightful. If he were to record it and put it on Spotify? Boom, instant hit, 200,000 streams the first day at least. 

Jungkook thinks you’re gorgeous, beautiful, a walking angel amongst mere mortals. You would give Aphrodite a run for her money, he thinks, the Greek goddess of love and beauty being no match for the way you glow effortlessly. You’re probably the reason why supreme deities have not physically revealed themselves to the human race. Why bother revealing yourself when a divine being already roams the earth? Embarrassing, really. Eyes wouldn’t spare them a second glance if they were lucky enough to be in the same room as you.

He likes the way you hold the door open for everyone, even when they’re 50 feet away. Or how you give his hand a little squeeze before letting go. The way your fingers feel in his hair is therapeutic, the affectionate little pats you give him leaving him warm and tingly.

Jungkook notices that you often smile at strangers passing by, and tug his arm whenever there's a dog near, wondering if the owner will allow you to pet it. He listens to the small talk you make with the cashiers in cafes you aren’t a regular at, even after they’ve given you your morning coffee, adoring how you make everyone around you at ease with your magnetic and bright personality. 

You do your best in all your classes, the countless all nighters and sleepy mornings he's spent with you a testament to your dedication. Your tenacity and will to continue to try, over and over again is something Jungkook admires and envies about you. You refuse to let up, this trait being advantageous when it comes to academics, as well as friendships. Motivating and supporting those around you, you’re Jungkook’s everyone’s own little cheerleader. 

You were there for him when he was stressed about his Data Analysis midterm, bringing him drinks and food when all he would chew was the back of his pen. Jungkook remembers working on a programming presentation at his desk one night, only to wake up in the comfort of his bed surrounded by blankets and pillows, the odd scent of coffee and noodles making him sleepily trudge out of his room. With ruffled hair and morning breath he stared as you moved around his apartment, humming to yourself as you set his table for two.

Morning sleepy head, you had teased when you noticed him, hope you slept well. How you managed to carry him from his chair to his bed was beyond baffling, but you assured him, giggling into your mug, that you simply rolled his chair to his bed before pushing him off. You looked so peaceful I didn’t want you to keep working. Thank god you’re a heavy sleeper! 

You’re kind, smart, gorgeous, and make Jungkook’s insides turn to mush without doing anything. He just wants to hold you in his arms forever and kiss you, staring at the stars sparkling in your eyes until his heart bursts while he whispers sweet nothings to you, telling you how special you are and how in love with you he is and-

“JK? Hello? Dude, I asked you a question, what do you like about Y/N?”

Jungkook breaks out of his trance, eyes focusing on Jin before he breaks into a smile, goofy and soft. And though his words are directed at the confused, broad shouldered man in front of him, his mind is worlds away, dreaming of you and only you.

“Everything.”

[jingukk]

golden

Pairing: tattoo shop owner!jungkook x reader

Genre: drabble, romance | established relationship!au

wc: 1300+

warnings: mature themes, mentions/hints of sex

a/n: blond jk. thats really it. 

you come home from a long day at work and Jungkook has a little surprise.

Jungkook has always been beautiful. This is non debatable. From the second you laid your eyes on him, you knew: You would risk it all for this man.  

And risk it all you did, for that fateful night 4 years ago you downed a shot of tequila and made your way over to him, your pride and dignity damned. 

The rest was history. 

Over the years, you've grown together, first as friends, then as a couple. Once upon a time, he was too shy to hold your hand in public. Just another timid college kid who couldn’t look in your direction whenever you entered a room. 

Long gone is that Jungkook, his place being taken over by a man who not only isn’t afraid to hold your hand in public, but can also make you cum 5 times in the “Employees Only” section of his very own tattoo parlor, pretty lace panties stuffed into your mouth ever so nicely to keep you quiet as he rails you before his next client walks through the door.

 It's truly been a blessing. 

Now, with growth comes experimentation. Trying new things and figuring out if they worked for you or not. Jungkook, as shy as he might have been, still had an edge; still had that risky side to him that had only made itself more prominent as time went on. 

As you two learned more about each other, he continued to test out whatever came to him on a whim, whether that be in the kitchen or in the bedroom, it didn't matter; the outcome always turned out amazing. 

You remember when he first began to experiment with his appearance, the heart tattoo on his hand being the first of hundreds that would soon cover his figure. Jungkook’s skin served as a beautiful canvas, stories continuously being painted onto the blank spaces with the sole purpose to be remembered and loved for all eternity. Contrary to his soft personality, he seems to radiate the cliché bad boy™ type due to his attire and ink, all his experimenting leading to piercings up and down his body. From the metal inserted in 4 different places on both of his ears, to the ring hanging from his septum, and your favorite the bars that impale his nipples, you love each and every addition. 

So, to reiterate: Jungkook has always been beautiful, little things he adds to his body simply building his naturally devastating appeal, highlighting different parts of himself that are already breathtaking. 

But as you look at him now, beautiful is no longer a suitable word to describe the man in front of you.

All you can do is gape and stare in the doorway of your apartment, keys dropping to the floor and your bag hanging loosely from your shoulder as he comes bounding towards you from across the living room, a cheeky smile adorning his face as he makes his way over. He pushes the door shut behind you before grabbing your waist and delightfully squeezing your butt. You don't register any of it, mind too consumed on what he's done.

Jungkook snorts amusedly at your wide eyes and open mouth, peering down at you with a smile. “Like it?”

 His hair that was as virgin and untouched as Mother Mary herself, long waves of ebony that had stayed that same majestic color since the day he was born were now replaced with straws of gold, light strands framing his face delicately and curling slightly around the ends. The light aura surrounding his new hair was offset by his sharp undercut and dark eyebrows, the contrasts only making every feature of his face more striking. 

He looks like sin. 

 You feel like a teenager again with the way your heart pounds, a familiar tingle already making warmth blossom across your body. A bit lightheaded, your lungs scream at you to inhale, something you seem to have forgotten how to do.

“You’re blond.” You state dumbly.

Jungkook throws his head back as he laughs, and your eyes follow the way his light locks bounce up and down at the movement. “I’ll give you a moment to process this however you’d like, princess,” he says grinning, face all smug as his lips turn up at your frozen state. 

You barely hear him as you reach your hand up to touch his hair, the faint scent of hair dye and strawberry shampoo making its way over to you as you lean closer. Jungkook bends down like the good boy he is to give you a better view, lip caught between his teeth to prevent himself from bursting into laughter once more.

 He knew your reaction to his new hair would lean more towards extreme, subtlety never being one of your strong suits. You were dramatic in nature, your fireball energy being one of the things that drew him towards you. However, he wasn’t aware of just how affected you would be until he took note of how heavy your breathing got, the feeling of your pulse going a mile a minute boosting his ego.

The littlest bit of his roots are still dark, something you would tease his perfectionist ass about later, but overall they managed to make the whole look more appealing. Goldilocks is a cute new nickname, you think, very fitting. You back up, allowing him to rise to his full height, and you continue to shamelessly check your boyfriend out, taking in the way the light tones of his hair go against his tan, honey complexion.

Work has rendered you exhausted. Your bones are achy and your body is drained, but the sight before you proves to be too much for your simple brain to handle, animalistic instincts kicking in to deal with the urgent matter at hand.

A grunt of surprise escapes Jungkook as you jump on him, lips eagerly and messily meshing against his as he attempts to stabilize the both of you, feet staggering. You feel his hands grip both of your thighs, your legs naturally wrapping around him in return. He laughs through it all, thoroughly entertained with the fanfare he’s receiving.

“Hey, mmpfh, baby,” Jungkook sputters as he tries to speak between the kisses you’re planting all over him, but his attempts are futile. “You, mmm, Y/N-”

Soon enough he gives up, your comforting touch and scent too intoxicating for him to fight against. Your lips are urgent against his, so needy and full of longing that Jungkook lets you lead, nipping at your bottom lip every now and then. It reminds him of your college days, when random messy makeouts were spurred on by the heat of the moment, passion so undeniable in all of its intensity. Your mouth parts as you breathe and he takes the opportunity to slip in his tongue, groaning at the familiar taste.

Too soon for Jungkook’s liking you’re pulling away, panting heavily as a string of saliva trails from your lips to his. You take in the dazed look on his face, his eyes half lidded with lust and desire. Tugging on his hair slightly he releases you from his hold, placing you down gently and pulling you close by your hips, your bodies pressed against each other, hearts beating rapidly in sync.

 With your feet now back on solid ground, hands still around his neck, and fingers gently caressing tousled strands of gold, you stand on your toes and lean towards him. Your lips are so close against Jungkook’s ear, shivers running down his spine from the warmth of your breath. 

His mouth trembles, aching to taste you again. You’re addicting to him, your touch such a powerful aphrodisiac he can’t think straight.

“Five minutes,” you whisper against his skin before pushing him back, a growl making its way out from Jungkook’s throat in response. 

Your eyes flash dangerously. “Wait for me in the bedroom. Blindfold on.”

[jingukk]

lazy saturday

Pairing: jimin x reader

Genre: drabble, fluff | roommate!au

wc: 819

with quarantine locking you inside your apartment, the extra time you’ve been spending with your roommate is getting quite tiresome, or so you tell yourself.

The sun starts to peek in through your window, the sliver of light blinding your sleepy eyes as you groan and try to block it out, to no avail. Minutes tick away as you stare blankly up at your ceiling, debating on whether you want to be productive today or remain immobile in the comfort of your bed. The latter option sounds better, you think, reaching over to shut your blinds and rolling back onto your mattress to get comfortable once more.

 However, you should have known better than to expect a nice, quiet Saturday in. Peace was never an option for you. Not when you have a roommate who comes barreling through your closed door, catapulting himself onto you with a scream eliciting a near heart attack on your end. 

“God, fuck, Park!” you groan, buried beneath your blankets and the added uninvited weight of the cheery assailant staring down at you, smiling as if he has done nothing wrong.

“Morning, eye-bags,” Jimin teases as he pokes your face, though his own eyebags are still very present on his puffy face. It appears he too has also just woken up, t-shirt all wrinkled and hair tousled, black tufts messy and in need of a good brush through. 

If he wasn’t so adorable in the mornings you’d be more annoyed. 

Glaring up at him you mock bite the finger in your face, resulting in him flicking your forehead instead. You take a moment to breathe in the floral scents coming off of him, the familiar fragrance of rose and hibiscus inviting and soothing. You can’t stay in this position smelling him forever, weirdo, you chastise silently to yourself. 

“You mind moving before my lungs collapse?” you mutter, though like the gentleman he is, he so graciously put most of his weight on his palms, arms situated on your sides preventing any real damage to your respiratory system. 

Rolling his eyes, Jimin’s body follows suit as he tumbles away from above you, choosing instead to lay facing you on your bed, head propped up by his arm while the other sneaks its way across your torso. Pft, first he assaults you then he wants to play domestic. Ridiculous really. So ridiculous you can feel your heart pound in your chest. 

You chalk it up to the adrenaline coursing through your veins from his surprise attack.

Ignoring your heart rate, you turn to face him, tugging your blankets up until all that remains visible is your face, cheeks squished by the comforter surrounding you. Jimin’s eyes soften at the sight. Smiling softly, he brushes the hair falling onto your face, grinning as you scrunch your nose in response. “Any plans for today, cutie?”

You hum, pretending to think about it. “Hmm...Seeing as to how we’re in a pandemic, have nowhere to go anyways, and have our cabinets filled to the brim with ramen packs...I would say a Marvel movie marathon is gonna take up my schedule.” 

At this he brightens, jumping off of your bed and making his way out your door. “Sounds good to me, I love everything Stan Lee.”

“Hold on,” you stammer, staring at his back as he moves into the hall, “that wasn’t an invitation!”

Can’t hear you, too busy bringing snacks and more blankets!” Jimin calls out gleefully, and who are you to complain as you listen to him on the phone ordering both of your regular breakfast orders for delivery?

A couple minutes pass by and you take this time to grab your laptop, opening up his your Disney+ account and clicking on “Captain America: The First Avenger''. Soon enough, Jimin comes back in, true to his word with arms full of snacks, salty and sweet. He plops them down at the foot of your bed, sliding in next to you and grabbing one of your pillows. “Our breakfast is gonna be here in 10-20 minutes,” he yawns, and you try your hardest not to think too long about how plush his lips look as he purses them together. “You can hit play now.”

Finger hovering above your space key, you raise an eyebrow at him. “Why didn't you bring your blanket?” you ask, a bit puzzled after scanning his body and realizing Jimin’s only in shorts, muscular legs and arms on full display. Not that you mind in the slightest. “It gets cold in here. Yours is much fluffier than mine, anyways.” 

“Oh. My mind was focused on food, I forgot,” he admits sheepishly as he runs a hand through his hair and shakes his head, hair falling cutely over his eyes.

You snort, turning back to your computer screen and clicking play when you suddenly feel your blanket being lifted up as an arm wraps itself behind you, Jimin’s hand settling itself on your shoulder. 

You whip your head to the right, the dark haired man already looking at you, smiling mischievously. “Besides,” he says simply, eyes twinkling, “I prefer being under the covers with you.”

[jingukk]

new year countdown

Pairing: hoseok x reader

Genre: drabble, fluff | f2l

wc: 633

10 seconds to go till 2021. You know it’s not mandatory to kiss anyone when the clock hits 12 but,,,you really want to.

10!

People begin to grab their lovers, all eyes trained on their desired partner or on the screen in the middle of the room, where the crowds in New York City are gazing at the ball in the middle of Times Square. Yours are focused on the pair of eyes boring into your own from across the room.

9!

Do you go to him and make a move? Should you wait for him to? What if he doesn’t? Your mind is scrambling, palms getting increasingly sweatier by the millisecond. You can’t think straight, your thoughts are plagued by the tight black jeans and cozy sweater (that you made!) he's wearing. Adorable. 

8!

Hoseok puts down his cup and starts walking, his gaze never lingering from you. A man on a mission, his strides are long and purposeful, but not long enough to stop your stupid head from continuing to whisper stupid things. He's not coming towards you, dumbass, he probably needs to pee from all that champagne and you’re in front of the hallway leading to the bathroom, it reasons. Shut up, you say back.

7! 

He stops in front of you. Surprise! You still can’t breathe. What do you say? Why is it so hard to talk now? You were yelling at him about how cake doesn't belong in wine glasses just 30 minutes ago. Damn the pressure of New Years. Who came up with the tradition of kissing someone when the clock strikes 12:00 anyways? Damn them. Damn Jung Hoseok. You settle on something simple. “Hi?”

6!

He has the nerve to smile. He looks radiant under the shitty fairy lights strewn across your apartment. Has he always been this gorgeous? 

5!

“Hi,” he whispers back, a smile gracing his features so dazzling you forget how to breathe for a moment. Cardiac arrest seems inevitable for you.

4! 

He grabs both your hands. Your hands are clammy but you don’t notice cause all you feel is him. Is he nervous? You sure as hell are.

3!

He steps impossibly close to you. You swear you’re gonna collapse. He smells so nice, like lavender and honey. So sweet, so safe...

2!

You can barely hear the number being screamed around you.  Only one thing runs through your mind. Your eyes find their way to his lips. They look so soft.

1!

Hoseok pulls you close, arm around your waist, hand on your cheek. You can feel his warm breath fanning your face. You close your eyes.

HAPPY NEW YEARS!

Horns blast through your speakers and your guests cheer and hoot but you don't notice, too immersed on the pair of lips that have enveloped your own. He's warm and soft, lips so sweet against your own you can't help but wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in deeper. He tastes of strawberries and champagne, a combination you love even more coming from him. His hand gently caresses your cheek, warmth continuing to bloom throughout your body from his gentle touches.

Your lips fit together so perfectly. Perhaps he was made for you, your love addled brain whispers later.  By the time you part, you’re both breathless, chests heaving and hearts pounding.

Ryan Seacrest screams “Happy New Years!” on the television, the crowd behind him popping streamers and cheering loud as can be, but you and Hobi continue to stare at each other, soft smiles adorning both of your faces.

The clock reads 12:01. The ball drop has long passed but his hand remains on your cheek, his arm unmoving from around your body, his face still smiling adorably down at you. He leans in once again. Your heart hammers in your chest. “Happy New Years, Y/N,” he whispers, and with rosy cheeks and warm lips he closes the distance once more.

[jingukk]

wrong order

Pairing: secretary!namjoon x ceo!reader

Genre: drabble, fluff | office romance!au

wc: 1.5k

Your new secretary is cute and shy. How long can you provoke him until he snaps?

The overwhelmingly bitter, unfamiliar flavor that dares to invade your taste buds is the last straw, leaving you to slam the coffee cup on your desk and glare at the stiff, broad figure standing in front of you. He’s nervously shifting his weight from one leg to another, right hand coming up to fumble with his glasses before shakily returning to his side. 

“Kim Namjoon,” His name is icy coming out of your mouth, your tone effectively causing said man to freeze in his place. A bit sadistic on your part, you find that you feed off of his fear, enjoying the way he stares at you like a deer in headlights. “Your transfer up here began a little over four weeks ago, yes?” you ask, cold air practically radiating off of you.

Still frozen in place, he takes a second before nodding furiously.

“Use your words, Kim.”

“Y-Yes! Yes, it's been 30 days,” Namjoon manages to stammer out, the waver in his voice giving you some satisfaction. 

Suddenly you rise from your desk, causing him to step back quickly in surprise. Slamming your palms on your desk, you lean towards him, cleavage on full display. you made sure to unbutton the next 3 buttons of your blouse before calling him in To your glee, you notice his quick glance down before he averts his eyes, as well as the bob of his Adam's apple as he goes and adjusts his glasses once more. Cute. 

“For the time that you have been here, you have flawlessly aided in company presentations, and meticulously looked over files that are vital to this company. You have been assigned to this level, specifically to me, because the board felt you were the smartest and most useful out of all your peers down in marketing,” you say carefully, eyes boring into his as your frown turns into a slow smile. At this his eyebrows raise. “Did you know that?”

Bashfully he chuckles and looks down, his dimples appearing, (a feature of his that you hate to admit constantly crosses your mind), and a small smile adorns his face. “I didn’t know that, and I'm honored that you think I’m doing so well, Miss Y/N, that’s ni-”

Before he can finish you abruptly knock your coffee cup off your desk and straighten yourself, lips dropping back into a frown as you stare at him in such a manner that he is rendered nervous once again. Lip caught between his teeth, he averts his eyes to stare at the spilled drink. Slowly, you walk from behind your desk towards him, the clack of your heels echoing throughout your office making Namjoon pale, gulping harshly as he fidgets with his fingers and avoids eye contact.

 “If you are, in fact, the best out of all the others,” you drawl out as you slowly make it a few feet in front of him, “tell me why,” you step closer, “you can’t seem to remember something as simple as my coffee order.”

Though you are significantly shorter than him, Namjoon can’t help but to cower under your presence. You’re just so intimidating to him, your confidence and aura so powerful and alluring he can't help but to become a disorganized mess whenever you’re around. He never would have thought he would get to work so close to you, he considered it a blessing just to be able to work under you, that having more meanings than one. You keep stepping closer, and closer, and closer to him; Why he hasn’t backed away yet he isn’t sure of, perhaps its a flaw in his fight or flight response which enables him to have a third option: fight, flight, or freeze. You’re so close that he’s sure you can hear his heartbeat, feel the way he’s trembling, notice the way his cheeks burn a faint red.

He’s partially right. Bosom almost touching him, a fact you take delight in, Namjoon looks as if he is about to faint, and you take note of the beaded sweat rolling down his forehead as you continue to stare him down. His lack of vocal response makes you tilt your head. “Are you going to answer me, Kim?”

You swear you’ve never seen him so panicked. A stuttering mess, it's adorable really. 

“W-Well, y-you see, I uh-,” he clears his throat and shakes his head, trying to get his thoughts in order. Seeing as to how he’s at war with himself, you decide to strike again, merciless.

“What is it, hm?” You say snarkily, lifting an eyebrow at him. “You’ve messed up only my order for the past week and a half. Are you doing this to just piss me off? Is that it?”

His eyes widen in alarm as he quickly waves his hands, “NO! N-No I swear that isn’t my intention, Miss.Y/N, please-”

“Then what is it? How are you soo perfect at everything, but when it comes to a personal errand you can’t seem to do a minor task?” What started off as you trying to get him flustered has suddenly escalated into you getting riled up about bitter coffee. In your defense, the fact that he only ever gets your order wrong, you know, considering you’re the boss and all, is odd.

“L-Listen, I-”

“What is it, huh?”

“If you would just let me finish-”

“Finish thinking of excuses?”

“Please just wait I-”

“Come on, Kim!”

“Y/N!”

He's breathing heavily at this point, chest heaving and mouth slightly parted. After a few seconds, Namjoon sighs, and shocking the both of you, he grabs your hands, enveloping them in his own. They’re larger, warmer, softer. Your eyebrows shoot up.

“Listen, Y/N,” he starts, the amount of eye contact he’s managing to hold with you so startling in its rarity, you stay quiet. “I admire you a lot and I’m scared of embarrassing myself in front of you.” 

The pad of his thumb brushes against your knuckles, the feeling making a tingle of warmth shoot up your spine. “You built and are currently running a multi-million dollar company at such a young age. You’re passionate, driven, intelligent, and beautiful. I'm not usually so easily intimidated but something about you makes me forget everything I’m doing. I just get so nervous around you I can’t concentrate, and you’re so pretty and-”

As if a button was pressed he stops talking, eyes widening almost big enough to match your own that feel as if they’re about to fall out of their sockets, and he drops your hands, backing up a few steps.

Neither of you say anything.

For what feels like forever you’re just two idiots, gaping at each other not knowing how to process what has been said. 

Soon enough you’re in for another surprise when he decides to speak up first.

Back to stammering and stuttering, Namjoon fixes his glasses, eyes miles away from meeting your own as he hangs his head down as if he has been scolded. “Miss Y/N I’m so sorry please forgive my outburst, I didn’t mean to say all of that, I mean I meant it but I didn’t mean to say it now? Not that I had plans to uhm,” he continues to ramble on, furious apologies mixed into his added wandering thoughts. 

Finally he stops and catches his breath. Looking back up at you, his face warm and red. “It was uncalled for and unprofessional, I will work harder and do better, I am so sorry.”

Through Namjoon’s ramblings, you manage to steady yourself. Pretty. He thinks you’re beautiful. And intelligent. Hiding your smile, you nod and try to maintain a neutral expression, praying he can’t see how your eyes are glowing at his praise. “Namjoon,” the sound of his first name rolling off your tongue is foreign, but you like it. By the glow of his cheeks it seems he does too. “Don’t apologize, it’s fine. Back to the topic at hand, you were offered the position of my secretary and you accepted it eagerly and willingly. For that I am grateful.” 

Your dismission of his outburst is not as smooth as you would have liked but hell, you’re still geeking over it. He nods, relief causing his shoulders to relax a bit. 

“But!” you continue, “If I feel that you are not capable of working alongside me you will be sent back down to your old department. I can replace you just as fast as I got you, do you understand?”

He nods once more, a harder, stronger look cementing itself on his face. “Yes I do, I won't disappoint you Miss Y/N,” his lips purse in determination, “I swear.”

“Good.” You turn around, making your way to your desk, pausing before you take a seat. You look up at him gesturing to the mess you had made earlier. “Now before I finish this paperwork for order number #134340, I expect that spilled coffee to be cleaned and a new, correct, drink to be in my hand, yea?”

His dimples are back in all their glory, the sight endearing by itself. “Right away, Miss.”

A tiny grin washes over you as you watch him walk away briskly from your office, his lips mumbling your order over and over with the empty, incorrect coffee cup in his hand. This will be fun.

a/n: the drabble started with joon before i switched it to jungkook halfway through and then decided i was right with joon, rip shy kook, hi shy namjoon </3

[jingukk]

your eyes tell

Pairing: taehyung x reader

Genre: drabble, 0.1% angst, .99% romance| fwb!au

Word Count: 900+

Inspo: “Do you ever think we should stop doing this?”

Synopsis: In a world full of unpredictability, one thing is certain: he is not meant to be yours.

Bodies pressed up against one another, you shudder as he slowly drags his hand down your back and pulls out of you, getting a towel to clean both of you as you flop onto his mattress. After he’s finished, he throws his towel on the floor, muttering something about tomorrow being laundry day, and drops right next to you, seeming equally as drained. Snaking an arm around your waist and pulling you close to him, you can't find the energy to push him away. Not that you want to anyways. But while he begins to drift into slumber, you can't find it in you to close your eyes. Not tonight. Not anymore.

“Tae?”

The man next to you grunts, telling you he’s listening.

You keep your eyes trained on his chest. “Do you ever think we should stop doing this?” You whisper it, so quietly you aren’t sure if he can hear it, but he does.

His grip around you tightens ever so slightly, but you don't notice, too consumed in your own thoughts to be aware of the way he is looking at you. “What do you mean?”, Taehyung asks softly. Heart racing, you find it hard to continue. You hate this. Hate how he made you feel things. Hate that he makes you feel things. His thumb moves in circles on your waist in an attempt to soothe you, but it has the opposite effect. 

Before you can chicken out, you swallow and take a deep breath. “Us. This whole sleeping together thing. I..I just don't think I can keep doing it. Not when we want different things out of this. Out of each other.”

Feeling braver, you lift your head to stare at his face only to find his eyes already piercing right through yours, extinguishing the little bit of courage you had and causing you to mumble out your next words.

“Maybe we should just end...us.”

Averting your gaze from his, you try to steady your breathing, praying he doesn’t notice you shaking ever so slightly. You already know Taehyung will never be yours to keep. He never was in the first place, no matter how badly you wanted him to be. Afraid to look into his eyes, fear creeps into your heart and roots itself deep within its core. You know they'll tell you truths too difficult to bear, truths so soul crushing that if they were to be uttered out loud, you would be destroyed. 

Taehyung is silent for a few moments, and it absolutely terrifies you. What are you scared of? Him agreeing and ending your little arrangement? Or him telling you that he wants to continue? Either way, the answer you’re looking for is one you’ll never get. There’s no doubt he wants you. But you’re certain it's never going to be in the way you want him. You’re exhausted, tired of keeping up this charade that you’re fine with just being with him physically, going on some little rendezvous at night to maintain the secrecy of your relationship. You’re tired of pretending you feel nothing when he gazes at you, touches you, kisses you, leaves you. You’re tired of pretending you aren’t in love with him. 

“Y/N.”

You can’t bring yourself to look at him. What will your eyes tell him if he were to peer into them? They say the eyes are the windows to the soul, and your soul is so helplessly intertwined with his, the chances of him not being able to read you effortlessly are zero to none. 

“Yes?”, you shakily let out, cursing yourself for letting your tone betray you.  

A hand on your cheek instantly makes you snap your head up, and finally, your eyes meet his again. This time, you can’t find it in yourself to look away. You always get lost in them, but this time it's different. Mysterious and enchanting, always so clouded and dark, now they seem clear, light, vulnerable almost. You continue to gaze into them, searching for something, anything, that could give you any idea as to what is racing through his head. And then, time stops. You get a tiny glimpse of what is beyond the clouds, beyond the barriers he had put up to protect himself, and it is infinitely more breathtaking than anything you could possibly imagine. There are galaxies. Constellations. Endless stars and beautiful nebulas that glitter and twinkle brighter with every slow blink. Constantly changing and growing, showing you his deepest wants and aching desires. You wonder what he sees when he looks into your eyes. The thought barely has time to be processed within you before the celestial wonders disappear as his eyes close and his lips are on yours.

He kisses you, slow and soft, so tender and filled with passion that your heart aches. In the good way. As you two part, all you are able to feel is the rising and falling of his chest, the fast beat of his heart, and the brush of his thumb over your lip. Once more, you look up and meet his eyes. You're no longer scared of what you’ll see. Tensions rolling away, you see it. Your answer. 

No words need to be exchanged, his eyes say more than enough. They speak louder than he could ever shout, burning brighter than any alkaline earth metal could ever dare to. 

Despite you already knowing, he smiles, pulling you closer.

“I love you.”

[jingukk]

dessert or death

Pairing: yoongi x reader

Genre: drabble, fluff, established relationship!au

Word Count: 700+

Inspo: “If you do this you’re dead to me.” 

Synopsis: You love your boyfriend, you truly do. But if you were to choose between him and the soft, heavenly dessert that is red bean mochi, you’re not so confident he would come out on top.

Your heart is beating so loudly that you can hear it in your ears, like the pounding of a drum. Every muscle in your body is tense, the slightest noise or movement around you bound to send your nerves into overdrive. Dents form on the table under your fingernails as you try to maintain your composure. “Get. Out. Now.”

The dark haired man on the opposite side of the table smirks at you, the corner of his mouth lifting up slightly. “Or what, doll?” He chuckles darkly, putting both hands on the wooden surface, rings of every design out on display. God his hands were nice. He quirks his eyebrow at you, captivating eyes piercing into yours. He's taunting you.

Gritting your teeth, you match his stare, refusing to back down. “If you do this, you’re dead to me.” 

His taunting demeanor slowly fades and seconds pass as he stares at you with a blank expression. You hold your breath, not daring to break eye contact. All of a sudden, he slowly lifts one hand off of the table. Your eyes widen. No. You’re too slow. You can’t stop him. He wouldn't. He could never. 

Betrayal fills your body as he swiftly shoves the last red bean mochi into his mouth.

You lose your shit. “ MIN YOONGI!” you shriek, jumping over the table and, to his shock, right onto him. The both of you crash to the ground, the fuzzy rug bracing your fall. Groaning on your back, you blink at the ceiling as your body groans from the impact. Why did you do this again? The sound of someone chewing rapidly fills your ears. Oh yea, thats why. Rolling over and getting on your knees, you clamber on top of your boyfriend, swinging one leg over his body until you’re straddling him. He’s laying flat on the rug prepped corpse style, his legs straight out in front of him and his hands neatly folded on his stomach. His eyes seem to be focused on a potted plant on the windowsill, with his cheeks all puffy from still chewing. 

You roll your eyes, scoffing. “Get up hoe,” you sneer at him, pulling him up by his sweater. “You might choke like that and the only way you should be choking is with my hands wrapped around your windpipe.” You give him the deadliest glare you can muster but the damn fool still manages to send a wink your way as he sits up, propping his arms behind him and coughing a little as he swallows the last bits of your precious red bean. He beams at you.

“Thanks, baby.”

You smack him upside the head, though not very hard, and you begin to whine. “Why would you do that, you knew I was saving the last piece for myself,” you wail, shaking him by his shoulders. Yoongi does nothing but laugh at you, placing his hands on your thighs to support his balance, (since the both of you have yet to get up off of the floor and hey, anything to grasp your thighs, right?), and to lovingly rub his thumbs in circles over your skin. Pft, as if that would bring back your beloved dessert. 

As you pout, Yoongi coos at you, wrapping his arms around you while you bury your face into his chest, still sulking. His warmth slowly soothes you, and you feel like a baby as you breathe in his scent. Yoongi smells like eucalyptus and mint, two things that you used to hate until he entered your life. You're rather fond of those smells now. “My dear y/n..” Yoongi murmurs into your hair, voice lathered in affection. He places a gentle kiss on the top of your head, and you try not to melt while you snuggle further into his embrace. “I deserved the last mochi more than you and I think you know that.”

Betrayed a second time. You tear yourself off of him and get up, cursing him out loudly as you make your way to your shared bedroom.  “YOU SLEEP ON THE COUCH TONIGHT, MIN YOONGI!” 

Cackling gleefully, Yoongi runs after you with his arms outstretched, longing to have you back in them. Is this bliss? He thinks so.

[jingukk]

love and lemons

Pairing: seokjin x reader

Genre: drabble, fluff, friends to lovers!au | secret agent!jin, secret agent!reader 

Word Count: 1.4k

Inspo: “Somehow we need to persuade him to part with a million dollars.” + “Easy peasy lemon squeezy.”

Synopsis: being a secret agent is stressful, taxing, and very very dangerous. Thank god you have Kim Seokjin, with whom you have been partnered with for more assignments than you can count. He’s a suave, confident, and powerful man, who immediately turns into an adorable, joke spouting crackhead whenever he enters a 5 mile radius of you. On what you consider your most difficult mission, you do not know if you can make it through the operation without putting a bullet through his head first.

Sitting at the bar with your legs crossed, you stare out at the sea of people in front of you, taking a small sip out of your martini glass until your eyes lock on a tall figure in the middle of the banquet room, sporting a dark blue LV blazer. “There's our guy, 9 o’clock.” You say quietly. The man next to you glances to the left, then turns to face you. 

“Actually it's only 8:30 right now.”

Rolling your eyes, you shift your body till you're turned towards him. “Can you get real, Jin? our target has arrived, we need to get ready,” you sniff, not in the mood for his antics tonight. This is the biggest mission of your entire career, and you know your partner will be of no help in soothing your nerves if he keeps cracking jokes.

You frown at him, and gulp down the rest of your drink. Sensing you tense up, Jin places a hand on your thigh and soothingly rubs his thumb along your exposed skin. You know he means well by doing so, but the sudden contact makes your heart jump, and your anxiety immediately spikes again.

How could it not, when the man you are hopelessly in love with is sneaking his hand a little too high up your leg? Snap out of it, you tell yourself. You have to stay focused.

Shaking your head, you open your purse to obtain your lipstick and compact. Popping open the cap, you look at Jin. “Seriously, you remember the plan, right?”

He purses his lips at you as if to say, obviously dumbass, we ran through it together for hours. “Of course I do. You get close to Mr. Kang, charm his pants off, steal all his money, and I watch from a close distance in case things go wrong, which they won't. Easy peasy lemon squeezy.”

You heave out a sigh, starting to carefully retouch your lipstick, and too occupied, you miss the way Jin’s eyes darken at the sight. You miss the way he wets his lips and quickly lets go of your thigh. In fact, you’ve been so distracted this evening that you missed the way his eyes lit up when he saw you exit your hotel room, as well as the way he looked you up and down, taking in the way your body perfectly filled out that delicious black silk dress; Oblivious to his eyes that traced every part of you, from your new hair-do, to your dangling diamond earrings, lingering all the way down to your chic black pumps. Ignorant to the way he reached out to hold your hand but chickened out at the last second, and deaf to the words he mumbled under his breath.

Smacking your lips for good measure, you place your lipstick and compact back inside your purse and look at him seriously. “This isn’t ‘easy peasy lemon squeezy’, Jin. I need to convince one of the biggest mob bosses in the world to part with a million dollars by investing in a fake organization that will no doubt be investigated thoroughly by his men, all through my nonexistent powers of seduction,” you say in exasperation, and you raise an eyebrow at him. “What about that screams, easy?”

Jin quietly ponders what you say for a moment, and you prepare for him to finally give you a good and uplifting pep talk like he usually does before a mission. Looking at him with hopeful eyes, you listen attentively for his next words.

“You’re right. I get why you’re nervous y/n, hell I’m nervous for you. This plan is risky and lots of things could go wrong,” he says thoughtfully, and you feel yourself ease up a bit as he finally shows some understanding on your part. “It isn't easy peasy lemon squeezy. I guess it's...difficult difficult lemon difficult.”

Your face falls and you stare at him in disbelief as his terrible joke sets in. You groan, burying your face in your hands as Jin cackles in his seat. Sitting up, you angrily whisper-shout, “I swear to God, Kim Seokjin, you might as well be fingerless gloves cause you’re useless as f- STOP LAUGHING AT YOUR JOKE DAMMIT!”

Swearing, you fan yourself, trying to calm yourself down from Jin’s ridiculousness during this very serious situation.

“Stop yelling at me, you're making me sad,” he says pouting. Before you can comment, his eyes light up. “No! I’m depressed. Depressed? Stressed.” He gasps. “Stressed, depressed, LEMON ZEST!”

Your desire to choke him has never been stronger. Why are you in love with him again? As Jin bursts out into laughter once more, you open your purse allowing Jin to see what's inside. “Here's my gun,” you deadpan. “Go ahead and log off for me.”

Flinging fake tears off his face, he sighs in content before closing your purse and grabbing both of your hands. “Listen,” he starts, all traces of silliness beginning to slowly disappear from his demeanor. “We’ve practiced, we’ve plotted, we’ve thought of every possible scenario. Nothing will go wrong, and you wanna know why? Cause you’re amazing at what you do, and there's not a single fiber in my being that doubts you for a single second, y/n. You got this.” 

Biting your lip, you try to keep yourself from smiling. Despite his confidence in you, you still can't help but be worried. “But what if things do go wrong?” you say quietly, gripping his hands tighter. “What if I mess up?”

Jin smoothes his thumb over your fingers, gazing at you with an expression you cannot quite decipher. “If things somehow go wrong, I’m here,” he says slowly, eyes never leaving your own. “I’ll always be here for you y/n, whether you like it or not, and not just because we’re assigned together to work this mission, but because I care so deeply for you and I will do everything possible to make sure you’re okay.”

Heart thumping so rapidly you can hear it in your ears, you feel yourself nod, and Jin places a warm kiss on your hand, smiling so beautifully at you that you can’t help but mirror his expression. Glancing at the rolex on his wrist, he squeezes your hands. “It’s time.”

Taking in a deep breath, you finally feel ready. “Thank you,” you murmur. “I’ll see you in a bit, partner.” sending Jin a soft smile, you rise from your seat.

“No need to thank me,” he chuckles. The air surrounding him becoming lighter, a goofy smile adorns his features. “Take your time y/n, but if you could, try to finish in an hour at most. I made dinner reservations and I'm starving,” he jokes, making a point to rub his stomach.

Giggling, you send him one last grateful smile and get into character, making your way towards your target at the opposite end of the room. Eyes never leaving your figure as you walk away and begin talking to Mr. Kang, Jin sighs in longing and fondness. Truth in his request, he truly does hope this doesn’t take longer than an hour. 

He has it all planned out in his head. He reserved a lovely steak and wine dinner at the fanciest restaurant downtown, noting that there is a local bakery nearby where you two could grab dessert. Afterwards, you two could take a peaceful night stroll around the nearby park, lie down on the grass and stargaze, and after he feels confident the night has gone perfectly, maybe, just maybe, he’ll pluck up the courage to finally tell you he’s in love with you.

[jingukk]

random line drabbles

↳courtesy of random dialogue generator

1. Somehow we need to persuade him to part with a million dollars + easy peasy lemon squeezy // kim seokjin x reader - secretagent!au

2. If you do this you’re dead to me // min yoongi x reader - establishedrelationship!au

3. Do you ever think we should stop doing this? // kim taehyung x reader - fwb!au