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joyswonderland1108 · 1 year

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“You guys have changed”

Hi hello, i’m back again with my “this fandom is shitty” rant.

On today’s live (or yesterday depending on where you live) Joon said this very sentence after reading some comments and what can i say? Surprised? Not the slightest, if anything y’all already know where i stand when it comes to this fandom.

“Yoongi marry me” “I’m X member’s wife” “Touch your nose if *ship* is real” “Speak English”, etc etc..

Let’s talk about each “category” separately.

“Marry me” “I’m X’s wife”

It’s okay to joke once or twice about one thing but when it gets too repetitive.. Why the fuck do these boys even bother coming live if every other comment is “marry me” or “I’m X member’s wife” at least be original? Make it funny? Stop maybe assuming that they even want to get married or even intend on marrying the opposite gender?

I’m going to set the point on my last sentence here. At some point it starts to get a bit too offensive when the boys keep on trying to share things that are personal to them, whether it’s in a direct way or indirect way, just for this fandom to completely misunderstand them or not even bother trying to understand in the first place. It’s bad enough that the boys can’t really say things literally as they are but they still try to get the message out there just for this fandom to completely dismiss it and not give them a chance to be understood, but the fact that they also have to remind them through direct comments that they don’t give one flying fuck about what the boys are trying to share with us, trying to let us understand.

Yoongi didn’t say that "i focus on personality and atmosphere, i don’t have an ideal type and it’s not limited to a girl” Just for your asses to be commenting “I’m Yoongi’s wife”, i bet if one of y’all sickos could’ve thought about switching the heteronormativity in this “joke” at least once despite being a woman yourself and go for a “I’m Yoongi’s husband” that would’ve made him smile for the sole reason that it’s not the same bullshit he sees every single time.

I remember a few days ago i came across a snippet from an SKZ live on tiktok, well it was originally Bangchan’s live and Han decided to join

The way they had fun with that question, the way they just answered it like it was just another monday, the way it didn’t feel annoying, the way it was an open door for them too to crack jokes with stays.. Lemme just tell you beforehand that stays are original and so far from what i noticed their comments are mostly fun they also like to mention memes in the comments to which, i believe usually it’s Bangchan, who actually let’s them know that he DID see this and that, that he did see some edits, etc.. It’s basically a whole conversation in the comments not the same lame ass jokes every single time.

Mentioning other idols in the comments..

And for what? If said idol has NOTHING to do with the members, why even bring up their name? If it wasn’t part of some type of collab, some type of acknowledged outing, or something similar why are we even talking about someone else in the boys lives what are they? A directory service? Mentioning the collab with Charlie Puth to JK is OK, mentioning the collab with Psy to Yoongi is OK, mentioning the collab with Taeyang to Jimin is OK, mentioning the collab with So Yoon to Joon is OK, etc.. but randomly mentioning some idol unprovoked?

I’m going back to a Bangchan live, the very recent one when he was asked if he saw how Jimin mentioned Felix in Pixid

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The question didn’t come out of nowhere, they didn’t just ask him about Jimin and called it a day, they precisely mentioned the part where Jimin mentioned Felix who is Chris’s (Bangchan) fellow bandmate and friend, also can you just see how genuine Chris’s reaction is? The way he was so happy to talk about that, the way he was so excited, the way he was just like you and i. And we did end up getting Felix doing the “Like Crazy” challenge after all

“Speak English”

Well no bitch how about YOU speak Korean for a change? YOU decided to stan a South Korean boy group and for all we know the official language in South Korea isn’t English, they don’t have to speak YOUR language or the language YOU best understand just to soothe your entitlement, if they do speak it from time to time it’s just out of generosity from them that they don’t even have to give to this shitty fandom.

It’s also the fact that they repeatedly keep on telling you that they don’t speak English or their English isn’t really good, that they don’t feel comfortable enough to speak English, but the comments keep on repeating the same bullshit order not even request, not only on every live but on the same live right after they say that they can’t speak English other comments pop up asking the same shit.

YOU go learn Korean, YOU go make the effort, they already make enough effort to give you high quality content, to stay in touch with a much undeserving fandom, to keep this fandom satisfied, you name it, so why on earth are we trying to burden them even more?

“Do this and that if *ship* is real”

No comment really.. It’s like the whole “blink if you’re being held hostage”, why the fuck would anyone with a sane mind think it’s okay to ask any member to do some type of sign to hint at a non-existent romantic relationship and to make it worse it’s sometimes about some very unrealistic pairings too, people they barely even interact with if not at all. Y’all go read some aus or something if that’s all you ever want from the boys.

Members could be talking about something serious, something touching, and the comments are basically just not caring about any of that more focused on getting their fantasy fulfilled. You should know that if the boys want to hint at something they don’t need a comment asking them to do it, if they’re trying to be cryptic or hint at anything it’ll spontaneously come from them, the same way JK decided HIMSELF to hint at “Letter”, it was his own decision, what HE wanted and if they want to hint at a relationship believe me you won’t even need to bother asking, they’ll be dropping the hints themselves and it’s up to attentive Army to notice.

I love how through years Jin, Joon, Yoongi and Tae have set some boundaries with Army, it’s like.. They’re already so fed up with all the toxicity and the entitlement, on the other hand our 3J are just way too fucking kind for this damn fandom, despite all the crappy things this fandom does they still manage to make time for us, manage to interact with us, manage to play a bit with us, jokingly flirt with us, heck Hobi gave us a whole boyfriend pov during his live and i don’t know if Army are actually dense or.. But do they really think it’s meant in a serious way? That JK being flirtatious some times means he wants to hook up with Army? That Jimin being kind enough to reply to silly questions makes him easy enough? Do they seriously not notice how they just genuinely want to make those interactions more fun but Army make everything regrettable.

Gosh i feel like i had much more shit to say about this but i’m already exhausted enough with long posts and my brain isn’t braining. Can this fandom get any shittier?

#I hate this fucking fandom #Youtube

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connieluvsr · 11 months

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ONE OF THE GIRLS | part 2

pairing: (electric) guitarist!jungkook x singer!reader(f)

genre: band au, enemies to lovers, fluff, angst

summary: when your main guitarist gets sick and can't perform at your show, you get help from someone unexpected.

warnings: swearing and some making out, hot jk:)), drinking, mention of drugs, smoking, slight smut.

a/n: hi! another part here, i dont know how many i’ll do but probably like 5.

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You impatiently tapped your foot, frustration mounting as the clock's hands inched toward 9:30. the anticipation weighed heavily on you, your eyes fixated on the clock's slow progress. minutes stretched into an eternity, and yet, there was no sign of his arrival.

With each passing moment, your gaze darted back and forth between the door and the relentless ticking of the clock. your impatience reached its peak when, finally, a faint, almost timid knock resonated through the silence of your home.

Your heart raced as you dashed to the door, caught between excitement and a desire to mask your eagerness. Your hand hovered over the doorknob for a moment, your mind racing with thoughts of how to appear casual. With a deep breath, you swung the door open.

Jungkook, dressed head to toe in a striking leather outfit that seemed to accentuate his aura of confidence. in one hand, he held a guitar case, while the other rested casually in his pocket. His intense gaze met yours, and a simple "sup" escaped his lips as he sauntered into the room, an air of nonchalance surrounding him.

A scoff escaped your lips, your frustration momentarily overcoming any desire to be polite. without a word, you resisted the urge to let him inside, your irritation palpable in the charged atmosphere between you.

You motioned for him to follow, leading the way with determined strides. As you guided him towards the garage, the air crackled with tension, a mixture of anticipation and curiosity hanging between you two.

The dim light of the garage studio casts elongated shadows on the walls as Jungkook reclines back on the creaky rocking chair, an air of nonchalance surrounding him. His legs are spread wide open, displaying a casual confidence that matches the slight smirk playing on his lips. A cigarette dangles between his fingers, tendrils of smoke spiraling lazily into the air, adding an ethereal quality to the room.

Your eyes, however, remain fixated on the guitar next to him. The melody he sang yesterday seems to echo in your thoughts, drowning out Jungkook's words. it takes a moment for his question to register, pulling you back from the musical trance you've fallen into.

"Hm?" you respond, your attention torn away from the strings as you finally glance up at him. His expression is a mix of confusion and impatience, his raised eyebrow questioning your distraction.

“What do you want to sing?” he repeats, the words cutting through the lingering chords of the song in your mind.

Your sigh is almost involuntary as you settle onto the couch, the worn leather creaking beneath your weight. You reach into your backpack, fingers rifling through the papers until you find the notes for “Attention” by Charlie Puth. with a sense of determination, you offer the papers to Jungkook, your anticipation turning into confusion as he merely stares at them without taking them from your hands.

“No,” he states simply, his voice carrying a finality that catches you off guard.

“What?” Your voice cracks with surprise, your brows furrowing in confusion. You had expected resistance, but his refusal takes you aback.

He reaches into his pocket, retrieving his phone with an air of casual indifference. The screen lights up, revealing a list of songs neatly typed out in his notes. He thrusts the phone toward you, a silent command in his eyes.

“Pick one” he says curtly, another puff of smoke escaping his lips as he leans back, seemingly unfazed by the situation.

You take the phone and glide through his notes app. “i don’t know any of these… oh, I know this one, ‘One of the Girls’?” you point out, a hint of recognition in your voice.

“It’s excellent with my guitar, trust me, take that one,” he replies, his fingers idly strumming a few chords, the melody filling the room with a captivating allure.

“I want ‘Attention,’” you insist, your voice steady despite the tension crackling in the air.

“You do?” a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, his fingers dancing effortlessly across the strings as he teases out the melody of the song you had suggested.

“I want that song, I mean,” you clarify, your eyes involuntarily following the movement of his hands, noticing the veins tracing intricate patterns beneath his skin.

Your voice carries a blend of irritation and exasperation, the tendrils of smoke curling between you both, noticing the sleek, cracked screen that contrasts starkly against the intensity of his personality. a silent sigh escapes your lips, wondering how someone who seems to have it all can be so careless with his belongings.

"You can't smoke in here, you know?" You reiterate, your eyes narrowing at him. you watch as he takes another drag from the cigarette, his eyebrow arching in defiance as if daring you to challenge him further.

"Telling me that after I almost finish?" he retorts, his voice laced with a hint of amusement, as if he finds your concern amusing.

"Well, I... I forgot to tell you," you stammer, your voice faltering slightly under his scrutinizing gaze. It's not entirely true – you didn't forget; you hesitated, knowing the clash it would cause. But admitting this vulnerability to him feels like admitting defeat, and your pride won't allow that.

He stays silent, his dark eyes locked onto yours, a silent standoff between your principles and his rebellious streak. Despite the tension, you can't help but notice the subtle flicker of curiosity in his eyes, as if he's studying your reaction.

Eventually, he stubs out the cigarette, dropping the smoldering remains into the nearby garbage can. It's a small victory, but you can't help but wonder why he had more cigarettes on him, especially considering the smoky haze that had already enveloped the space.

The room falls into an uneasy quiet, the faint scent of smoke lingering in the air. there’s a palpable tension between the two of you, a clash of wills that sets the stage for the challenges you're about to face in your musical partnership. As you hold his cracked phone, you can't shake the feeling that this interaction is just a glimpse of the complexities that lie beneath Jungkook's confident exterior.

"I still want to sing 'Attention,' not the songs you picked," you assert, your voice carrying a mix of defiance and frustration.

"But I thought we agreed on 'One of the Girls?'" he retorts, his tone challenging, as if daring you to contradict him.

"But I wa—" you begin, only to be cut off by his sharp interruption.

"Either that," he points at his phone, still in your hand, "or I'm gone. find someone else," he states, his gaze unwavering as he locks eyes with you.

zyou can't believe his audacity, his unwillingness to compromise. Anger simmers beneath your skin, your words laced with resentment. "you're a dick, you know that? Why won't you just... Why did you even agree if you won't even do what I suggest? you only want it your way."

"’Cause I get nothing if we do it your way. at least with that song, I'd stand out more," he replies casually, his words cutting through the tension like a sharp blade. his indifference stings, the reality of his motivations laid bare.

"I can't fucking believe you. Fine, go. I don't care. i'll find someone else," You say, your voice trembling with a mixture of anger and disappointment.

He smiles, a cold, calculated expression that sends a chill down your spine. Without another word, he gets up, accepting his phone from your hand. as he packs his guitar, the room feels emptier, the music that once filled the air replaced by a heavy silence. before you can comprehend what's happening, he leaves, the door closing behind him with a resounding finality.

"What have I done?" you murmur to yourself, the weight of the situation sinking in. Doubt creeps into your mind, questioning your decisions and wondering if there was something more you could have done to salvage the partnership. As you sit alone in the now-silent studio, you're left with a haunting sense of regret.

You need him, he doesn’t need you. Now you’re fucked.

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Ander’s eyes widen in disbelief, his brows furrowing at your revelation. "You did what?" he exclaims, his voice a mix of shock and frustration. his reaction jolts you, making you realize the gravity of your decision.

"He was such a dick! He didn't even like the song I wanted to sing. he only wanted what he had picked. it’s stupid; i’m not his toy to do whatever he wants. It's MY show and not his," You vent, your words laced with righteous indignation.

Ander sighs, his frustration palpable as he tries to reason with you. "No, now you don't have a show anymore with your attitude. what’s wrong with the songs he picked?" he questions, his tone challenging your defiance.

You struggle to find the right words, desperately searching for excuses to justify your actions. deep down, you know it's not about the songs – it's about asserting your independence, your refusal to be manipulated. "I just... don't want him to win," you admit, your voice faltering under the weight of your conflicting emotions.

"Win what, Brianna? This is not a fucking competition, for fuck's sake!" Ander’s raised voice pierces the air, his frustration mirroring your own.

Feeling defeated, you lower your gaze, a mix of shame and uncertainty clouding your thoughts. ander’s words resonate in your mind, making you question your decisions. "I... I know, but that's not what I mean! I mean he probably will be like," You pause, your voice dropping into a mocking imitation of Jungkook, "Oh yeah, she sings whatever I say. she listens to my commands; I'm sure she'll suck my dick if I asked her." your voice rises in anger, the absurdity of the situation fueling your frustration.

“You know that’s not gonna happen.” Ander watches you, his expression a blend of concern and understanding. “But you gotta fix this. talk to him, you gotta prove to him that it’s his loss, not yours” he continues.

"But it is my loss," you sigh heavily, the weight of the situation pressing down on your shoulders. doubts creeps in, gnawing at your confidence, leaving you wondering if you've made a grave mistake.

"He doesn't know that. i’ll text Zac, and you'll go and talk to him," Ander suggests, his voice laced with concern. his eyes meet yours, silently urging you to confront the situation head-on.

"I don't want to beg him to come back. it’s like I fail," you confess, your voice barely audible as you admit your fear of appearing weak and vulnerable. Frustration bubbles within you, a mix of pride and insecurity colliding, leaving you torn between salvaging the collaboration and preserving your self-respect.

You cover your eyes with your hands, seeking solace in the darkness behind your palms. ander places a gentle hand on your shoulder, his touch offering a silent reassurance. In that moment, you grapple with your emotions, trying to find the strength to face Jungkook and convince him to give your partnership another chance. The room is filled with a heavy silence, broken only by the sound of your shaky breaths, as you prepare yourself for the difficult conversation that lies ahead.

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"Sure, that's his location. want me to drop you off?" Avery says, her voice filled with genuine concern as she takes a casual sip of her smoothie.

"No, it's not far. i'll just walk there," You reply, trying to sound more confident than you feel about the impending conversation.

"Okay, healthy girl," she teases, a playful giggle escaping her lips. “Says the one drinking a green smoothie,” You retort, making a disgusted face in response to her choice of beverage. with a final exchange of goodbyes, you leave the cafe, Avery remaining behind to focus on her studies.

As you walk towards Jungkook's house, a mix of determination and apprehension swirls within you. maybe the most cringy thing to do. just as you brace yourself for the confrontation, your phone buzzes with a call from your mother.

"What now?" you answer, your tone reflecting your impatience.

"When's your show?" your mother's voice comes through the line, her tone surprisingly enthusiastic.

"what’s up? what do you want?" you ask, wary of her sudden interest in your music career.

"I want to see you!" she exclaims, her excitement palpable through the phone. "And I'll come with Michael too!"

"God, please don't. Just... why all of a sudden do you want to come to my show?" you inquire, suspicious of her motives.

"I told him you sing and all, and for like a month, he keeps asking me to come see you. what can I do?" she replies, her voice tinged with a mix of annoyance and helplessness. At least her boyfriend wants to if she doesn’t.

"Well, at least he makes you come," you blurt out.

"What?" she sounds horrified, clearly not understanding your sarcasm.

"To the show," you clarify, rolling your eyes despite her inability to see you.

"So when is it?" she asks, attempting to keep the conversation on track.

"Next week on the 14th," you respond, reluctantly providing her with the details. She never wanted for you to sing, she always told you it’s not gonna help you in life and that not everyone becomes famous out of this, that you’re not gonna be the next ‘taylor swift’ or something.

“I have work, bye.” you quickly try to hang up as you’re not in the mood for her.

As you approach the house, your eyes dart between the address on your phone and the luxurious houses that surround you. The neighborhood is filled with sprawling, opulent residences, each one seemingly grander than the last. With each step, your nervousness grows, and you find yourself double-checking the address to confirm you're at the right place. They all look remarkably similar, and you sigh with a mix of anxiety and frustration before pressing the buzzer beside the imposing front door.

You wait for what feels like an eternity, your eyes glued to the door, hoping for a response. A minute passes, and just as you're about to assume that Jungkook isn't home, the door creaks open, revealing a young girl on the other side.

"Can I help you?" she inquires, her tone laced with suspicion as she assesses you.

"Ah, yes, I um... I wondered if I can talk to Jungkook? Is he home?" you stammer, trying to sound confident despite the unease that coils within you.

"And why would I tell you?" she challenges, her skepticism evident in her piercing gaze.

Your expression shifts, clearly taken aback by her hostility. "Sorry, are you... Are you his girlfriend? I'm sorry, I—" you begin to apologize, attempting to defuse the tension.

She cuts you off with a smirk, her demeanor softening slightly. "I'm his sister. Are you dumb? He's upstairs; I was just messing with you," she explains, her amusement evident.

Behind the door, you catch snippets of Korean conversation and a loud "Jungkook-ah," leaving you standing there feeling a bit foolish.

"Hi!" a little voice chimes in, and you glance down to find a young boy, not more than six or seven years old, looking up at you with curiosity.

"Hi, buddy," you smile warmly, crouching down to his level. "You're Jungkook's brother too?"

He shakes his head, his eyes wide with innocence. "No! I'm his son!"

Your jaw practically drops to the ground at his revelation. "He has a son?" you mumble, utterly shocked by this unexpected piece of information. The complexity of Jungkook's life becomes more apparent, and you find yourself reeling from the revelation as you wait outside the grand house.

Before you can say anything you hear some more korean words you swore you knew from some k dramas you watched a while ago.

Suddely, Jungkook ahows at the door. his wet hair clinging to his forehead, dressed in grey sweatpants that clung to his legs and a tight black t-shirt that hinted at the contours of his physique, towel in his hand ruffling to his hair, he says:

“Brianna?” And you swore you never saw this much confusion in someone’s face.

“Hey! I was-“

He cuts you “Come in. Don’t stay at the door” He makes a motion of his free hand to show to come inside and adds: “take off your shoes.”

You’re confused but you do as he says, when you enter the big spacious house, your eyes are wider than ever, biggest house you’ve ever seen, and some children playing around, his sister cooking something and an older women that seems a babysitter or an aunt, not their mom since she’s american, helping a younger girl draw.

You look around, being mesmerized.

Jungkook sees that you look for a spot to sit. “ome upstairs, it’s too loud to stay here.”

You nod and you follow him upstair.

Suddenly he throws the towel into a hole in the ground that seems to go to the laundry room.

“Sit here, I’ll be right back.” He leaves and i sit on the bed and i can swear that’s the comfiest bed ever.

I look around, seeing his vintage guitar sitting in a place that seems to be just for it. The walls were black and decorated with posters of Guns ‘n’ Roses and in one is Kurt Cobain. You sit up and look at his Funko Pop collection, Angus Yung, Alice Cooper, Kurt Cobain, Slash, Duff McKagan, Kirk Hammett, Paul Stanley and one that really caught your eye, Elvis Presley, but all of them, like, the whole collection.

You sit back down as you hear footsteps, Jungkook’s hair now completely dry, you stare at him for a while before he breaks the silence.

“Why are you here?” He says and sits on his gaming chair, behind him you see like 4 different consoles and a drawer full of console games.

“I wanted to… “ You can’t find the right words, you pause and you can’t make eye contact with him, but his gaze never leaves you. “Do you think we can try again? I think your music is what i need, i mean, for the show.” you correct yourself, still not looking at him. “I’ll sing one of the girls.”

“after you called me a dick and told me i only care about myself?” This made you pause.

you remained silent.

“hm?” he asks again, arms crossed over his chest.

My eyes dropped to the floor, unable to meet his intense stare.

His sigh cut through the silence, the sound carrying a mixture of frustration and disappointment. "Come on," he said, his tone softer now but no less penetrating. "Where did your confidence go?"

I felt a lump form in my throat, my hands fidgeting nervously as I searched for the right words. "I just wanted to be honest," I stammered, my voice barely audible.

Jungkook's eyes bore into mine, his expression a mix of skepticism and curiosity.

"I know I messed up," I began, my voice steady now, fortified by my determination. "But I believe you have a lot to gain from this collaboration too. Think about it," I continued, my words flowing with calculated conviction. "By helping me, you'd not only showcase your talent but also gain recognition, perhaps even more than me. Imagine the girls swooning, thinking the guitarist noticed them. You'd be their heartthrob, their dream. It's a chance to captivate an even larger audience, to be adored by fans far and wide."

I paused, allowing the idea to settle between us. "Picture this," I continued, my voice taking on a persuasive tone. "If our collaboration becomes a success, the spotlight won't just be on me. It'll shine on you too, brighter and more dazzling than ever. More fans, more gigs, more opportunities. We could become a force to be reckoned with in the music industry, and you, Jungkook, could soar to heights you've only dreamt of."

The words flowed from my lips, weaving a tapestry of deception that hung in the air, glistening with promise. I felt a pang of guilt for the lies I was feeding him, for playing into his desires and aspirations. Because i don’t believe a word i said, but he was sure eating it up.

As I spoke, I watched his expression carefully, trying to gauge his reaction.

In the silence that followed, I held my breath, waiting for his response, nothing.

You wait, and you wait.

Fuck.

He’s not buying it.

Time seemed to stretch, each moment dragging like an eternity. The weight of his silence bore down on me, filling the room with a suffocating sense of defeat.

A wave of frustration washed over me, mingling with disappointment and self-reproach. How had I let it come to this?

"Okay," I finally said “I’ll just go.” You look one more time at him before opening the door, you go down on the stairs, you look back, thinking he’s coming after you.

He’s not.

And you leave the house.

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It’s Friday night and you’re eating popcorn watching Girl Vs Monster on Disney+.

You feel like a child again, Halloween was near and you had no friends or plans, Avery was hanging with Zac every weekend and you had College in the week, nothing happens at all in your life. The show was in 5 days, yet, you didn’t cancel it, like you knew you could find someone, You didn’t, obviously.

Jungkook letting you talk alone and not even saying bye to you left you as speechless as he was, you told Avery and when she told Zac he was as shocked as you.

Suddenly, your phone rings.

“Girl, get ready, we goin’ out.”

“What? Where?” You say, focused on the movie and not choking up on your popcorn bits.

“Some club with live music, it’s gonna be fun, wear something sexy i’m coming in an hour.”

Before you could say the biggest NO ever, she hang up.

At least you won’t say you’re bored.

After doing your makeup and putting on a tight black dress, you get out of the house, looking at the clock on the phone that says 11:32.

“Fuck Avery where are you.”

It was October and you were already freezing, New York sucks in autumn.

Before you could think of another swears, Avery shows up with Zac next to her, you quickly enter the car, overwhelmed by the car’s heat

“Damn i know its not summer outside but still chill with the heat”

“Fuck sorry” Avary giggles and you hear a small ‘Sup’ from Zac in the front. The drive was short you didn’t realize you were there.

The neon lights of the club flickered like distant stars against the night sky as I approached, the thumping bass reverberating through the pavement beneath my feet.

A wave of anticipation washed over me as I stepped inside, the music engulfing me like a tidal wave of sound. The air was alive with the mingling scents of perfume, sweat, gross, and the subtle aroma of cocktails.

I find a table for us, I settled into the plush seating. Zac had left momentarily to fetch our drinks, leaving me in the company of Avery. The DJ booth, bathed in neon hues, had caught my attention, and I couldn't help but notice the abrupt departure of the DJ who had been commanding the dance floor just moments ago.

"Why is the DJ leaving?" I inquired, a hint of amusement in my voice, directing my question to Avery, who was observing the scene with a similar sense of intrigue.

Avery shrugged nonchalantly. "Hm, I don't know. Maybe a break?" Her response was casual, her attention already shifting back to her surroundings.

Just then, Zac returned, balancing a tray of vibrant cocktails in his hands. "Here ya go, ladies," he announced cheerfully, placing the drinks on our table. "Be right back." With a nod, he excused himself and made his way toward a figure at the front of the club, leaving Avery and me to enjoy our drinks.

As I took a sip, my gaze drifted across the crowd, inadvertently landing on Jungkook. My reaction was immediate and unfiltered. "That's Jungkook?" I exclaimed, my voice rising above the club's din, reaching Avery's ears amidst the crowded chaos.

Zac approached Jungkook, offering him a warm hug before helping him settle onto the stage. Avery, seemingly unbothered, raised an eyebrow at my outburst, her lips curling into a knowing smile.

"Yeah... about that..." Avery began, her tone suggesting a hidden secret, her nonchalant demeanor contradicting my sudden astonishment.

I scoffed, even though she couldn't hear me properly over the club's pounding music. "It was Zac's idea! Plus, if you had known he was singing, you would not have come," She muttered, my frustration evident, my eyes narrowing at Jungkook, who was now garnering attention on the stage.

“exactly!” I agree with her.. "He's the last person I want to see right now. He'll think I'm his fan. Gross." The sarcasm in my voice was evident, our shared sentiment about the unexpected turn of events bonding us in a moment of mutual exasperation.

“Ladies and Gentlemen” a man that seems the manager of the club starts. “Give it up for Jungkook!” The room erupted into a chorus of screams, mostly from excited girls, actually, only girls, the rest just clapped. I sit back with my eyes fixated on him.

Suddenly, his fingers start playing a song very popular and known, i try to remember the name and Avery screams

“LOVE SONG BY RIHANNA NO WAY” She claps with the rest and screams like a fan girl.

“Fuck” I mutter.

“I don’t wanna give you the wrong impression.” He starts, playing with his guitar that sounded and not gonna lie, amazing, i love that fucking instrument, yet, his voice? He can sing? Damn.

“I need love and affection. And I hope i’m not sounding too desperate.”

Fuck, his voice was angelic, he sounded really good.

Then Avery continues, jungkook doesn’t “I need love and affection Wooooo” she screams and my ears are bleeding.

(Here’s how jungkook sounded playing that song https://youtu.be/q6oOi2W0GXA?si=WuN2Lu4u3jU5Mkuh (if the link doesnt work, paste it on youtube, its better so get how he sounds)

The song still going on, his gaze suddenly moves to me, I choke on my drink and see how surprised he is too, he didn’t know i was here.

“Can you love me for poor? I’m searching for my soul”

He sings and looks at me. Just at me. Like… just at me.

“And I hope I'm not sounding too desperateI need love and affection” The final words of the song are more deep and low now. And with some notes on his guitar, he finishes. The room is filled with applause and screams.

“Thank you.” And with that, Jungkook leaves the stage.

"Hey!! Earth to Brianna?" Avery continued, her words a gentle but insistent nudge, breaking through my trance-like state.

"W-what?" I stammered, my attention snapping back to the present moment. The pulsating music and the lingering echoes of Jungkook's performance surrounded me, the reality of the club engulfing my senses once again.

"You should totally go up there," Avery urged, her eyes alight with enthusiasm. "Show them what you've got! This could be your chance to shine too."

I hesitated, my mind racing with a whirlwind of thoughts and insecurities. The stage, once an alluring spotlight, now seemed like an intimidating abyss, each step toward it filled with uncertainty. Yet, Avery's encouragement hung in the air, a glimmer of possibility that tugged at my ambitions.

Taking a deep breath, I say “Yeah… Maybe i should. But i don’t have Ander with me. I’m gonna sing acapella? really?” I sigh.

“Yeah, you don’t need Ander, go on, your voice is perfect without any instrument.” She hugs you tightly and pushes you to go to the stage.

With newfound determination, I stood up from the table, my heart racing with a mix of anticipation and fear. The stage loomed before me, its allure now tinged with the promise of opportunity. As I took a step forward, I pushed aside my doubts, ready to embrace the challenge that lay ahead. With Avery's unwavering support echoing in my ears, I ventured toward the stage, my gaze fixed on the spotlight

"Hi…" I began, my voice amplified by the microphone, resonating through the club like a hesitant whisper. "I'm Brianna, and I'm gonna sing…" Panic settled in as I realized I hadn't prepared a song beforehand. Desperation gripped my thoughts, my mind flickering to Jungkook's earlier list of songs. "Friends, by Chase Atlantic," I blurted out, hoping it was a decent choice.

A smattering of applause greeted my song choice, drowned out by the echo of Jungkook's popularity, evident in the resounding cheers that followed Avery's enthusiastic scream and Zac's supportive applause.

I took a deep breath, the stage lights casting long shadows across the floor beneath me. "Boy, tell me what you're doing on the other side," I started, my voice shaky with nerves. The acapella beginning proved challenging, lacking the safety net of instruments to ensure I stayed on key and in good time. Doubt gnawed at my confidence, threatening to consume me whole.

But just as uncertainty threatened to overwhelm me, a figure appeared on the stage beside me. I turned my head to my right, my eyes widening in surprise—it was Jungkook. Confusion etched across my face, silently asking him, "What the fuck?"

He nodded subtly, his gesture indicating the precise moment the beat should have dropped. Without missing a beat, he started accompanying me with his guitar, his skilled fingers coaxing harmonious melodies from the strings. The crowd erupted into cheers, their enthusiasm fueling my determination.

"All of your friends have been here for too long. They must be waiting for you to move on," I sang, newfound confidence surging through me. Jungkook's presence, his unwavering support, transformed the daunting stage into a sanctuary of shared music. The crowd's cheers merged with the melody, creating an electric atmosphere that vibrated with the synergy of our voices and instruments.

(here’s how it sounded https://youtu.be/lOOcEsmNVMg?si=KwZsXCMa5dzn-b1E )

Avery, my biggest cheerleader, was now on the table, her excitement palpable. With Jungkook's guidance and the crowd's energy, I felt a surge of exhilaration, embracing the moment and channeling it into my performance. The stage, once intimidating, now felt like a place where I could truly express myself, my voice melding with Jungkook's guitar in a harmonious fusion of music and emotion.

“Wish you'd let me stay, I'm ready now” Jungkook ends the song with an impressing note and everyone is screaming, more than ever. Your smile is bigger than the club now and you look at Jungkook, he was smiling a bit, just a tiny bit, he gives you a nod and gestures towards you, like giving the applause just to you.

As the final notes of performance echoed through the club, Jungkook and I descended from the stage, our footsteps synchronized with the fading music. Avery, electrified by our performance, lunged at us the moment we were within reach, her arms wrapping around me in a bone-crushing hug.

"I can't breathe, Jesus," I gasped, half-laughing, half-suffocating in her enthusiastic embrace. She released me, her laughter filling the air as she hugged me once more, her genuine excitement contagious.

"You were amazing!! And you too!" she exclaimed, her eyes shifting to Jungkook, who responded with a modest nod, his expression a blend of humility and pride.

"You two are incredible, just do the show together!" Zac chimed in, his eyes gleaming with enthusiasm. I glanced at him, my gaze intense and determined, ready to refute the idea. “That’s not-“ But before I could voice my thoughts, Jungkook spoke up, his voice cutting through the noise of the club.

"I think that's gonna work," he stated, his tone assured, catching me off guard. My eyes met his, filled with shock and disbelief. His confidence seemed unwavering, and for a moment, I found myself at a loss for words.

"Fuck yeah!" Avery screamed, her excitement uncontainable as she hugged me again. Amidst her elation, Jungkook excused himself, making his way toward the exit, presumably for a smoke break. I felt a strong urge to follow him, my curiosity piqued by his unexpected decision.

"I'll catch up with you in a bit, Avery," I said, gently extricating myself from her grip. Ignoring her protests, I trailed after Jungkook, my steps quickening to match his pace. The neon lights of the club faded behind us as we stepped into the cool night air.

"Hey," I called out, my voice slightly breathless as I caught up with him. Jungkook turned, his eyes meeting mine, a hint of something unreadable flickering in their depths.

"What was that back there?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.

"What?," he replied cryptically, his gaze lingering on mine for a moment longer before he turned away, his silhouette disappearing into the night.

I stood there, my mind swirling with questions, torn between chasing after answers and returning to the pulsating energy of the club. Avery's voice echoed in the distance, but my attention remained fixed on the spot where Jungkook had stood, wondering about the unexpected turn our collaboration had taken.

"You want to… sing with me? In the show?" I ask him, my voice laced with surprise, my eyes widening in disbelief.

"Yeah, I do," he replies, a casual yet confident smirk playing on his lips. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the smoke curling around him like a mysterious veil, adding an enigmatic aura to his presence. His eyes meet mine, holding a mixture of determination and a hint of vulnerability.

“"Why?" I inquire, my eyebrows furrowing slightly, searching for an explanation in his eyes, wanting to understand the hesitation in his voice.

"You don't think we sounded good? The crowd went crazy back there," he responds, his voice carrying a mixture of disappointment and uncertainty. He glances away for a moment, as if questioning his own abilities despite the cheering audience.

"I'm used to it," I reply, a nervous chuckle escaping my lips, attempting to brush off the momentary doubt. Surprisingly, he joins in, his laughter harmonizing with mine, creating a shared moment of camaraderie amidst the uncertainty, both of us realizing the absurdity of our self-doubt.

"Good one," he says, a genuine smile breaking through, his laughter fading into a soft chuckle. With a final puff, he takes another drag from his cigarette, the smoke swirling around him like a wispy dance, emphasizing the lingering sense of connection between us.

“"You having fun?" I break the silence, my voice barely audible over the club's music.

"Not really, clubs are not my thing. I just sing here and mostly leave immediately after," he explains, his tone carrying a hint of indifference.

"They're like eating themselves," I say, gesturing towards Zac and Avery with a smirk. "I'm glad they're together."

"Yeah, I haven't seen Zac not fucking around since forever. He must really like her," he observes, his gaze briefly flickering towards the couple.

"God, now I have to wait for her to go home," I sigh, feeling the weight of impatience settling in.

He flicks his cigarette away and slips his hands into his leather jacket pockets. "Wanna get out of here?" he asks, his voice low and smooth, a hint of mischief in his eyes.

"Don't ask me twice," I giggle, feeling a rush of excitement at the prospect of escaping the crowded club.

"Come," he gestures for me to follow him, and we make our way to the parking lot. Among the luxurious cars, my eyes catch a dark blue and black motorcycle, sleek and menacing.

"Wow, look at this, cool," I remark, my voice barely audible above the background noise.

"That's mine," he smirks, his pride evident in his tone as he slips on his helmet. The letters on the back spell out '97 JJK.'

"Oh," I say, feeling a bit dumb for not realizing it earlier.

"Actually, take my helmet. I only have one; I didn't think I'd leave with someone," he offers, his voice surprisingly gentle.

Wow. Not thinking he’s gonna leave with a girl… That doesn’t seem like him.

"Thanks," I reply, taking the helmet but struggling to figure out how to close it properly. He notices my struggle and steps closer, his presence sending a shiver down my spine.

"Here," he helps me secure the helmet, his fingers brushing against my skin in a fleeting touch. I feel a strange warmth spreading through me at his proximity.

"Thank you," I manage to say, my voice slightly breathless.

He climbs onto the motorcycle, his posture confident and relaxed. I hesitate for a moment before carefully settling behind him, gripping his abdomen tentatively.

"Hold me tight, yeah?" he instructs, his voice low and smooth, sending shivers down my spine.

"Tighter," he says, his tone firm yet oddly reassuring. Looking back at me.

I follow his command, wrapping my arms around him as tightly as I can, feeling the warmth of his body against mine.

"More," he murmurs, his voice vibrating through me, and I obey, my grip intensifying. I can't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness as the engine roars to life beneath us, and we speed away.

I lay my head against his back, feeling the steady rhythm of his motorcycle beneath us as we navigate the city. New York sprawls before us, a vibrant tapestry of lights and life, truly living up to its reputation. The wind rushes past, tousling my hair, and for a moment, I'm lost in the sheer awe of the city's grandeur.

After about 10 minutes, he brings the motorcycle to a stop, and I lift my head, glancing around to see a serene lake. Couples stroll along the water's edge, feeding ducks that paddle peacefully in the rippling reflections of the city lights—such a charming sight

I carefully remove my helmet, placing it on the motorcycle, and step down onto the ground. "I like this place, it's quiet," He remarks, taking in the tranquility of the surroundings.

"Do you bring all your girls here?" I tease, a playful grin tugging at my lips. He shrugs, his response cryptic yet oddly honest. "No," he replies, his gaze lingering on the lake.

I decide to approach the ducks, my affinity for them evident in my eager steps. "I'm sorry I don't have food on me," I say, pouting slightly as I address the ducks, my disappointment genuine. A soft laugh ripples through the air, and I turn to see Jungkook chuckling behind me.

"What's so funny?" I ask, my curiosity piqued.

"You're literally apologizing to some ducks," he points out, his amusement evident in his eyes.

"Yeah, because I don't have food to give them," I retort, crossing my arms over my chest as I sit down next to him on a nearby bench. To my surprise, the ducks follow me, their quacks growing louder, and I can't help but feel a sense of camaraderie with these feathered creatures.

"See? They like me," I say, a triumphant smile gracing my lips as I watch the ducks gather around, their curiosity piqued by my presence. Jungkook watches, his expression softening as he observes the scene, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

"So," he starts, his voice steady as my gaze turns to him, curiosity filling my eyes.

"No, I'll start, and hear me out," I say confidently, my words hanging in the air as I gather my thoughts.

"We're going to do rehearsals with one of the boys, at my place, whenever we can find the time. The show is in 5 days, and time is tight, but we're really good, so it doesn't matter," I explain, my excitement palpable. I notice his amused face as I speak rapidly, the urgency of the situation sinking in.

"Okay, okay. Still at yours, yeah?" he asks, seeking confirmation.

"Yes," I reply, nodding in affirmation.

"You sing really well," he compliments, his tone genuine and appreciative.

"Thank you. You too. I didn't know you sang too," I say, genuine confusion lacing my words.

"Oh yeah, I sometimes do, but my main priority is my guitar," he explains, his passion evident in his voice.

"Where is it, though? Don't tell me you forgot it," I ask, a hint of playful teasing in my tone.

"Ah, no, it's in the locker rooms. I can't bring it on my bike," he replies, his explanation tinged with a touch of self-consciousness.

"Oh yeah," I respond, trying not to sound dumb, but failing to hide my understanding.

A silence settles between us, the weight of unspoken thoughts hanging in the air.

"You have a son?" I venture cautiously, my curiosity getting the best of me.

"What?" he chuckles, his laughter breaking the tension. "What the fuck, no."

"But there was a little boy who—" I start, my words trailing off as confusion clouds my thoughts.

"That was my shitty little brother. He was messing with you," he explains, his tone lightening the mood.

"Darn, I got fooled by a kid," I say, laughing at my own gullibility, although the thought of him being childless leaves me feeling oddly relieved.

"You really thought I had a kid?" he asks, genuine surprise in his eyes.

"Well, you're like 25… so what's the big deal?" I respond, attempting to downplay my previous concern.

"I... nothing, just... it's too soon. And no wife," he admits, his words carrying a mix of vulnerability and uncertainty.

"I get it. Sorry if it made you uncomfortable," I say, my empathy for his situation evident in my voice.

"No, god, don't worry," he reassures me, his smile returning as he appreciates my understanding

You scroll on your instagram a bit and suddenly get a notification from a club that’s live. You click on it by mistake and before you press X your eyes widen.

“No. Fucking. Way.”

Jungkook looks at you confused and leans closer to see. “What?”

“That’s… That’s Ander. The guy that was my guitarist, and best friend.”

The live was showing Kristine, your high school rival, with Ander, accompanying her by his guitar, singing in the club.

“He told me he was fucking sick and he couldn’t sing with me and now he’s fucking singing with this bitch?” Tears welled up in your eyes, your emotions raw and overwhelming. Jungkook, witnessing your pain, remained silent but his eyes held a deep sympathy, understanding the depth of your hurt.

“FUCK IT. You know what jungkook?” he looks surprised “I knew it," you choked out, your voice filled with a mix of anger and sadness. "I never listened to anyone saying he doesn't care and he only wants to fuck me. That he isn't my best friend. We were besties since like 3rd grade, and that asshole saw he didn't have a chance and just..." Your voice trailed off as tears streamed down your cheeks, your heartache laid bare.

“Imgine if you didn’t agree to sing with me. He would’ve let me fuck my show. What the fuck. But what i don’t understand is why he really wanted me to make you sing with me.” you sigh. looking at the live.

"That's my ex, maybe that's why," Jungkook said, his words hanging in the air, heavy with unspoken history.

Your eyes widened in disbelief, coughing to mask your shock. The autumn wind chilled your face, mixing with the cold from your tears. Numbly, you looked down and closed your phone, trying to block out the betrayal that had unfolded before your eyes.

"Hey, it's not your fault, he's a sucker," Jungkook said, his voice soft and comforting. Damn, seeing you all hurt and crying made him want to hug you, but he knew that wasn’t his place.

You remained silent, staring into the distance, lost in your thoughts until Jungkook spoke again, his tone oddly gentle. "Bri."

Only Avery and Ander call you that, his use of your nickname made you look at him your faces now just inches away. Before he could say anything, your phone rang, making you jump.

"What?" you answered, your voice a mixture of annoyance and pain.

"Where are you?" Avery's voice, filled with concern, echoed through the phone.

"I'm... I'm sorry for not telling you. I'm at the lake. Can you pick me up?" you confessed, your vulnerability seeping through your words.

"What—okay," she responded, her worry palpable.

"Hey, I can drop you home," Jungkook offered, his words gentle and sincere.

"No, it's fine, go home," you insisted, trying to be strong. But he wasn't having it. He draped his black leather jacket over your shoulders, now only in his CK t shirt. The warmth providing some solace against the biting cold.

"You're in a dress. You need it more than me," he said, his smile genuine, and you nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude for his kindness.

After what felt like an eternity, Avery finally arrived to pick you up. You thanked Jungkook, handing him back his jacket, your makeup smudged from tears, but he didn't seem to mind.

Upon reaching home, you took a long, hot shower, letting the water wash away the pain and betrayal. As you cried again, the weight on your chest lifted slightly. Eventually, exhaustion washed over you, and you fell into a restless sleep, haunted by the events of the night.

_______

Looking in the mirror, your face all swollen up. You kept thinking about Ander, was he really lying to you this whole time? Saying he won’t be able to sing and just leaving you figure it out? Then why did he help? Making you talk with Jungkook and all.

You were waiting for Jungkook to come at around 7 pm, all day you stood in bed crying then drank a coffee, you were too lazy to go to the stores to make something to eat, so you ate some chocolate.

You hear some knocks on the door. “Finally.” You sigh, going down to open the door, you found Ander sitting on the couch. But when he saw you, he quickly stood up.

You remained silent and shocked, his presence sending a surge of anger through your veins.

“What are you doing here?” you ask with your voice barely a whisper

“I… why didn’t you read my messages? Also i called you like 5 times today, what’s up with-“

“You’re seriously asking this? You fucker.” You scoff and push him “Get out.”

“What? What did i do” How he liked to play dumb.

“You’re really getting on my nerves.” before you could push him again, he grabs your arms and holds them tight. “Let me go, it hurts.” You stiffen in his grip.

He looks at you intensely “Tell me!” Oh now he’s begging.

You can’t believe how dumb he puts on this act, how he manipulates you. “You know damn well what’s up.”

“No, i don’t! “ he cries, his voice raising.

“Fuck you.” you scream at him, trying to free yourself.

“No, fuck you!” he screams. “Tell me!” before you could add anything else he starts laughing. “I see. you hang out with that chinese junkie and he made you his bitch, now you forgot about your best friend.”

“W-what.” you can’t believe his words “You know that’s no-“

“I don’t know anymore what’s true or not. I saw you singing and how you looked at him. You didn’t even tell me to join you at the club!” Oh as that was the problem.

You scoff. “Oh now I can’t go out with Avery? also, aren’t you supposed to be sick?” You ask, raising your eyebrow.

He remains silent for a second before he adds a stuttered “I am.”

“You sang with Kristine, you asshole, i saw the live.” You look at him, his shocked expression made you laugh.

“You’re such a piece of shit” You start “get out of my house” you raise your voice.

His look now gentle and sad “No, Bri, i can explain-“

“Don’t Bri me!” Your eyes start to water again, fuck. Not in front of him… “Let me go!” you scream again.

“Bri look i know i-“

“She said to let go.” you both turn your heads to Jungkook, now entering the house.

“Ah. i see, That’s why you didn’t even want me here, you were waiting on him right? He fucks you now? what?”

“So?” he says, pushing Ander off me, As he looks unamused and confused.

“So what if we fuck? Mad you couldn’t get to her?” he looks down on Ander. His words made you gulp. Damn, he is so much taller than Ander.

“You fucker.” Ander says as he attempted to throw a punch at Jungkook, but he effortlessly dodged the attack, choosing not to engage in a fight. Instead, he intervened, pushing Ander away from you.

“Get out. She doesn’t want you here. What kind of best friend are you? You lying bitch,” Jungkook’s words were cutting, his voice cold with disdain.

The tension in the room reached its peak, and you couldn’t take it anymore. In a moment of unexpected strength, you punched Ander while his attention wavered, catching him off guard. “Get out, now,” you said quietly, your voice trembling with a mixture of anger and sadness. “Please just go, if you ever cared about me, just a little bit, you’d leave.”

Ander clenched his jaw, his gaze flickering between you and Jungkook, then he left, slamming the door behind him. You felt a mix of relief and heartache as you watched him go. Overwhelmed by emotions, you collapsed into Jungkook’s arms, hugging him tightly, your tears flowing freely now. He wrapped his arms around you, offering a comforting embrace as you cried loudly against his chest, seeking solace from the storm of emotions that had consumed you.

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a/n: end of part 2! damn emotional roller coaster! i hope you enjoyed reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it! i don’t know how many words there are since i dont know how to count them but tips are welcomed! please like and reblog and comment if you liked the story so far, there are many things to come too! kisses<3

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