#jungkook scnenario

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tethered. | jjk

Love notes were slipped into your locker on a daily basis. Variations of messy, boyish handwriting on yellow sticky notes stacked upon themselves by the end of each school day. Every Friday night you were invited out with the promise of "You'll have fun, just give it a chance."

You could have any guy you wanted, no doubt about it. Yet somehow, the only one you do want is the tattooed, gothic one that lives a few doors down from your best friend.

✰ pairing. — emo!jk x reader

✰ genre. — early 2000s au, best friend's older brother, childhood friends to lovers, smut, light angst.

✰ word count. — 7k+

✰ warnings. — swearing, family issues, partying, mentions of drinking/drugs, friendship betrayel (?), smut [virginity loss, teasing, fingering, soft dom!jk, "i've waited so long for this" type shit], reader and jk are both 18+, minors dni.

✰ a/n. really love this pairings and would love to have drabbles with them in the future, so pls lmk if u guys would be interested in that! thanks for all the love on the teaser, hope u enjoy! <3

✰ taglist. @ahgasegotarmy116 @hellbornsworld @kissyfacekoo @littlestarstinyseven @skzthinker

Two monumental events had been etched into your brain for eternity, the first being sneaking out in the middle of the night to meet up with your friends at the community pool. The second is fifteen minutes upon arriving at the pool, seeing your best friend's older brother emerge from the chlorine-scented water as if he were Poseidon and realizing you were utterly infatuated by him. 

Jeon Somi isn't blind to this, immediately pulling you away from the crowd to question the longing gaze on your face. "Out of every fucking guy here with us, you're making eyes at my brother? You do know that Jungkook is completely gross, right?" She was so furious, you're surprised no steam was blowing from her ears.

Deny it all you want (and you certainly did within that fifteen-minute interrogation); Jungkook very clearly had a hold on you that lasted many years following that fateful night. He wasn't even your usual type; he wouldn't be caught dead around the guys you're typically drawn to. He had a rebellious side; maybe that's why getting him out of your head was nearly impossible. 

Of course, the eternal guilt of falling for your best friend's older, dumbass brother is also difficult to get out of your head.

It can't be helped, really. Anytime you'd visit their home, your eyes would automatically wander through the crack of his doorway as you'd pass by. Whether he was messily cutting his dark hair while blasting Pierce the Veil from his speakers or giving himself a new Stick-and-Poke tattoo as he waited for a CD to finish burning, you long to break away from Somi for a moment to speak to him. Ask him about his day or if his band had any upcoming gigs. You'd even talk to him about paint drying if it meant you'd get to be in the same space as him. 

So it's safe to say you were completely heartbroken when he left for college. Somi, however, is over the moon. Or so you think.

"… He's your brother, though. You don't think you're gonna miss him at all?" You ask, watching Somi delicately paint your fingernails a pretty shade of purple.

She shrugs, "I mean… it's definitely gonna be weird not seeing him around the house every day, but he'll still visit sometimes. Maybe."

Deep down, Somi knows Jungkook won't visit much. He'd been craving freedom and independence from their parents for ages, and moving away for college gave him the perfect opportunity to live as he pleased. They weren't fond of the clothes he wore or the friends he had, and absolutely couldn't bear the music his band makes. They criticized every little thing about him, and he'd finally be getting a break from them.

As you're about to ask Somi if she's okay, she stands from her bed, screwing the nail polish closed. "I'll be back. I have to let Bam out." Her voice is shaky, and she doesn't look at you as she exits the room.

You take the opportunity to make your way down the hall and to Jungkook's door, which he has conveniently left wide open as he scrolls on his desktop. His knees are pressed against his chest as he's heavily focused on editing his Facebook page. There's a rock song playing lightly from another tab that you can't quite identify; he uses his free hand to gently tap along to the beat of the music.

His room is covered in cardboard boxes, soon to be packed into his parents' minivan and making their way to the University of San Francisco dorms.

Your knuckles tap on his wooden door, your heart fluttering when he turns around, and you realize he's changed the ring on his lip from black to silver.

He nods at you, "What's up?"

"Nothing. I just know you're leaving in the morning, and I wanted to say bye. And wish you good luck, of course." You're not sure why you're so heartbroken. It's not like the two of you were ever a thing. It's not like this would be your last time seeing him. Why were you so upset?

"Cool, thanks." You assume that was his way of indirectly telling you to get out until he reaches into his desk drawer and says, "Catch," before tossing something towards you.

Careful not to mess up your manicure, you easily catch the item, unfolding what appears to be a purple bandanna. "What's this for?" You ask, inspecting the material in your palms.

"To remember me by, duh. Plus, it matches your nails.”

It'd be silly to tell him you genuinely don't need this because there was no way in hell you could ever forget about him. Instead, you clutch the bandana tightly in your fist and make a silent vow to keep it with you at all times; have a piece of him with you at all times.

You thank him and tell him it's nice, but all you can wonder is why he even wants you to remember him in the first place. Maybe you're overthinking. He probably just didn't care for the useless accessory anymore.

When you turn to leave, Jungkook stops you with a gentle call of your name. He turns his head in your direction, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth. "Can I tell you something?"

"Anything." You whisper back, praying you don't sound overly desperate for a more extended interaction with him.

A beat of silence passes, and just as he opens his mouth to respond, Somi is stomping up the stairs and belting out your name. You gaze away from Jungkook to glance behind you, listening as his sister shouts about doing each other's makeup.

"Never mind, actually. It's not important." Jungkook interrupts, and you physically feel your heart sink to the floor.

You're about to be annoying and pry a response out of him until your eyes dart to his floor, and you see it. What slipped out from his drawer when he tossed the bandana at you. 

A condom wrapper. An empty one, at that.

It's embarrassing how quickly your vision becomes glossy, salty tears threatening to release with each passing second. Of course, he's fucking someone. Of course, that person isn't you. Of fucking course.

You shouldn't be surprised; he's probably more into girls with a similar aesthetic. She's probably covered in tattoos and piercings, just like him. She's probably older than you and may even have her own car, unlike you, who still had to catch rides with your parents or older sister. 

It's odd, though. You're not entirely naive; you know Jungkook definitely flirts with you here and there, catching his eye when his gaze lingers on you for a second too long. There's a noticeable tension between the two of you that even your parents have teased about. And this whole time, he's been screwing someone else?

Jungkook hangs out with so many girls it'd be useless to even attempt to uncover who this mystery person is. It's none of your business, anyway. 

So you leave.

You tell Somi you'll get grounded if you're home past curfew, and with tear-stained cheeks, you run home.

The following day isn't any easier.

Somi posted a photo on FaceBook of herself and Jungkook posing together, arms wrapped around each other, with the caption "c u l8r alligator XD". The comments are already flooded with responses wishing Jungkook farewell, some from family members or friends of the siblings.

"Don't 4get abt me!!!!!! >:( "from a girl with red hair catches your eye because it's the only one Jungkook responded to. You can't bring yourself to read his full reply, fingers moving to quickly close the tab after seeing the word 'Never.'

It's probably her, you think to yourself, the one he's sleeping with.

Maybe it's for the best that Jungkook's moving away; it'll give you some time to get over him. 

And you most certainly did.

The only time he ever crosses your mind is when Somi brings him up (which she rarely does) or when you pass by his empty bedroom. Deep down, you know you'll always care for Jungkook on some level, but time away from him was just what you needed. You were too attached to him for no fathomable reason, rejecting any guy interested in you with the premise of being loyal to a guy who didn't even want you. He'd probably been sneaking girls in through his window, with you a few doors down doing magazine quizzes with his sister; blissfully unaware of what was happening down the hall.

You’re better off without him.

That's what you've been telling yourself daily until now. It's the start of summer vacation, and Jungkook's been summoned home to spend it with his family before Somi (and you) transfer to the University of San Francisco. 

Jungkook was hesitant about coming home, as he always is. In constant fear that his parents have some elaborate plan for him to change his major or set him up with someone they deem acceptable, nothing like the girls he hangs around and probably invites back to his dorm.

It took days of convincing until Jungkook finally agreed to come home, under the premise that his parents' intentions were pure and that they simply wanted one last summer together before Somi moved away for college. They also hoped he'd be able to house-sit and watch over Somi for a few days as they took their annual anniversary trip to San Diego. That, however, took some bribing and the promise of gas money on their end.

He's not due to arrive until tomorrow morning, and you've convinced yourself there's no reason for you to see him right away. You'd be fine if the next time you saw him was in a few months as you're moving into your dorm. After years of longing, you've finally moved on from him.

Some of you have debated telling Somi about your past feelings for her brother, but there's no point. It was a one-sided relationship with absolutely zero depth, nothing worth discussing. So when she nudges your side and asks if you're interested in anyone, you reply with a shake of your head.

Somi has no reaction to this; she can't remember the last time you've been into anyone despite having the entire male population at your school practically throwing themselves at you. "Maybe you'll meet someone tonight."

She's referencing the house party you're going to, which she practically had to drag you out of your room to attend. Parties are different from your scene, especially on a day like today when you were hoping to have a girls' night with Somi. She had other plans, however.

"Maybe," you respond, sighing as the house you're attending is finally in your viewpoint. "We're not staying long, right? It looks packed."

Cars are parked throughout the street, one house, in particular, being the center of attention with loud music and drunk people decorating the front yard of a suburban-looking home. Somi looks as ecstatic as ever, looping her arm in yours and picking up her pace. She doesn't respond. It doesn't matter. Her response would've disregarded your concern.

One car catches your eye as you enter the unfamiliar house; it's parked towards the end of the street, and you swear you've been in it before. You're not able to dwell on it for too long, though, because Somi has to practically yank you through the front door.

Your nerves are at an all-time high. The music is entirely too loud, and there isn't a single sober person in sight. You're not sure how Somi even found out about this party, but you really wish she would've left you out of it. You'd go now if it were acceptable, but Somi would've stayed regardless, and you refuse to leave her alone. So, you push your feelings to the side and take her hand as she leads you towards the kitchen. 

"Thirsty?" Somi questions, forcing a red solo cup into your hand.

"Not at all," you respond, sighing as Somi pours something into your cup.

"It's just ginger ale," she reassures you, "I don't think either of us should get drunk here." For once, she's being reasonable.

Somi suggests you do a lap around the house in hopes of running into people you may have gone to school with. And to your surprise, a decent amount of your past classmates have decided to attend. You feel more at ease with them around, a bit more comfortable now that you're around recognizable people. Although you initially hesitated to show up, you're glad you did. 

"Anybody catch your eye yet? Or are you still breaking hearts?" Your old classmate, Yeoreum, questions.

You shake your head, about to explain that you're not interested in dating right now, until she gestures behind you. "That guy is pretty cute."

You shift on the couch, looking around until you spot who Yeoreum had been gesturing towards. You locate him finally, and she's right; he is cute. He just seems so familiar.

That's when it hits you.

"Oh my God," you whisper, eyes locked on him, and you slowly rise from the couch.

It's Jungkook. And the car you recognized was his. He's here. What is he doing here? He isn't due to be back until tomorrow morning.

You almost don't realize it's him until you spot the mole under his lip. He's grown his hair out and stopped dyeing it, the slew of tattoos that decorated his arm (God, did he start working out, too?) nicely connected, now creating a sleeve, and he's given himself an eyebrow piercing. Your feelings for him come rushing back in full force.

Panicked, you reach for Somi's hand, but she's nowhere to be found. Careful not to be seen by her brother, you bow your head slightly, passing through a crowd of sweaty bodies until you finally spot her kitty heels. She's leaned against a wall, swirling around her cup while flirting with some guy you'd seen around school a few times.

Creating some much-needed distance between the two, you tug Somi towards you. "I think I just saw your brother."

"What? No, he won't even be in the city until tomorrow morning." 

Frustrated, you quickly search the crowd until your eyes land on him again. You ignore the fact that he's now speaking to some girl with red hair and tattoos scattered across her arm and point in their direction, "Well, then that guy looks just like him."

Somi squints her eyes in disbelief at the boy in question until the doubt becomes confusion, and the confusion becomes realization. "Oh my God! The fuck is he doing here?" She turns towards you as if you're supposed to have the answer.

"The fuck should I know? You said he wouldn't be here until tomorrow morning!"

"Because that's what he told our parents! How was I supposed to know he was gonna be here? I never would've come if I knew!"

"What are you guys doing here?" A voice you haven't heard in so long interrupts. You don't even want to turn around.

"What are you doing here?" Somi throws back, and the two stare at each other in angry silence for a moment until Jungkook steps to the side. "Upstairs," he says, nodding towards the staircase.

"But—"

"Go."

Somi's clearly aggravated but makes her way towards the stairs. You remain in place with your arms crossed, raising a brow in confusion when Jungkook looks at you. "What?"

"You too."

"I'm not—"

"I'm not asking again," he says simply. You convince yourself that you only take his command because you don't feel like fighting. Definitely not because it's interesting to have him boss you around.

Trudging up the stairs behind Somi, you wait with her in the hallway until Jungkook arrives. "Come on," he says, entering a bathroom and turning the light on. Neither you nor Somi protest; there really isn't any point.

As soon as the door is shut, Somi is yelling at the top of her lungs. "What the fuck are you doing here?! You said you wouldn't be back until tomorrow morning! Mom and Dad had to push their trip back just to give you more time to arrive, and you're already fucking here?! The fuck is the matter with you?!"

"I'm not gonna respond if you're gonna be yelling like this." Jungkook says calmly, leaning against the sink, "Let me get my questions out first, then I'll answer any of yours, deal?"

Somi glances over at you, sitting on the bathtub's edge, and you nod. She returns her attention back to Jungkook, takes a deep breath, then agrees. 

"Now, what are you guys doing here?! How'd you even get invited?! And you're drinking?!" The calm demeanor from earlier slips away in a matter of seconds, clearly a hoax just to get Somi to calm down enough to let him speak.

"It's just ginger ale, and we've barely even had any! We were invited by our friends, okay? We have just as much right to be here as you do."

Jungkook scoffs, clearly unamused. "Right, and I'm assuming Mom and Dad know you're here then, huh?"

Somi nervously tucks a hair behind her ear. You wonder why you even have to be in here with them. It's not like Jungkook is your brother, anyway. 

"We told our parents that we were going to a birthday party at a friend's house." Somi mumbles, barely able to look Jungkook in the eye.

"And what did they say when they dropped you guys off?"

"They didn't drop us off," you interrupt, "we walked here."

"Well, I wasn't gonna tell him that." Somi glares at you, it takes every bone in your body to not to laugh at her.

You're so over this. You didn't want to attend this dumb party in the first place, and seeing Jungkook flirting with some girl who could've been his female counterpart was the icing on the cake. It doesn't matter if your feelings for him were gone before tonight; every little emotion you'd felt for him over the years had returned (as if they ever left).

"And how exactly did you two geniuses plan on getting home?"

"Same way we got here."

"Can you please just let me handle this? Jesus Christ…" Somi shoots another frustrated glare at you, and you can't help but roll your eyes at her. She turns back towards her brother, "Can you answer my questions now?"

Jungkook's eyes anxiously dart around the cramped bathroom, landing on you a few times before he's slowly nodding his head. "Alright, Mom and Dad basically forced me to spend the whole summer here, and I kept asking myself why they were so persistent about it. They finally told me they needed me to watch over you and the house for their stupid trip. I had plans too, you know? That I had to derail for them. My band could've spent this summer touring, making real money, and now we can't. So, they wanna inconvenience me? I'll inconvenience them right back."

"…Inconvenience them by doing what?" Somi asks the exact question you had.

Jungkook shrugs, "By telling them I'm gonna be arriving a day late, duh."

You and Somi exchange an awkward glance at one other before silently agreeing not to tease him about it. If this was his badass way of retaliating, who were you to rain on his parade?

"Are you gonna tell anyone you saw us here?" Somi questions, a noticible tremble in her voice.

"As long as you guys don't tell anyone you saw me."

It's a fair trade, you accept it. You're even more delighted when Jungkook says he's taking the two of you home. Somi, however, isn't too happy about this, claiming there were so many people she didn't get to speak to, and how'd this be the last time she'd get to see them before moving away for school. You're not sure if Somi is really good at getting what she wants, or if Jungkook was tired of hearing her complain, but he finally gives in and grants her ten more minutes to socialize before meeting him at his car.

"If you're not at my car in ten minutes, I swear to God I'm calling mom." Jungkook scolds, holding the bathroom door open as the three of you finally exit.

A loud, drunk voice suddenly shouts, "Woah, Jungkook! Two girls at the same time!? You fucking beast!"

"They're my sisters, you fucking pervert!" He shouts back.

You can't even dwell on how disgusting the original comment was, only being able to focus on the fact that Jungkook just reffered to you as his sister. As conceited as it may sound, you're not used to rejection or guys putting you in the friend-zone. Whatever little game Jungkook had been playing with you over the years was completely new territory. And right when you think things couldn't possibly get any worse, he calls you his sister.

What the actual fuck.

The next ten minutes go by in a blur; Somi has ditched you for a second time that night to talk to the guy from earlier. When it's finally time to leave, you find her Sat on his lap with her arm hung across his shoulder, laughing at an unfunny pickup line he'd used on her.

"It's time, Somi," you interrupt, helping her stand.

"Wait, wait, wait," she persists, directing her attention back to the boy, "tomorrow at five, right?"

"And not a second later." He sends her a disgusting wink that makes your skin crawl.

Somi is so love-struck you're surprised there isn't an arrow lodged in her back. She can barely form a proper sentence, erupting into a fit of giggles every few seconds as you make your way to Jungkook's car. "Wasn't he just gorgeous?"

You shrug, linking arms with her. "He was alright."

Stunned, Somi gasps at you, "Just alright? He was literally like a Greek God."

"I'm not saying he's unattractive; he's just...not really my type."

"And what is your type, Miss. Never-Has-Been-Interested-In-Anyone?"

Now, there's the question of the hour. You have to word your response very carefully; don't be too obvious about the fact that your ideal type is her older sibling. 

"I guess I prefer guys with an edgier look to them, you know? Tattoos, piercings..." Despite your attempt to sound as nonchalant as possible, your heart is beating out of your chest from the mild confession.

Somi snickers, then playfully groans. "It sounds like you're describing my brother."

Now, you really have to test the waters.

"Since you brought him up, would it be so bad if I did like Jungkook? Hypothetically speaking, of course." You're not sure what prompts you to even ask this. It's not like he's even interested in you; he literally just referred to you as his sister.

A beat of silence passes as Somi gathers her thoughts, then she says, "No."

"What?"

You've finally reached Jungkook's car at this point, beating him there. You sit atop the trunk, feet hovering above the ground as the cold, nighttime air swirls around you. Somi shakes her head, "Obviously, it wouldn't be the ideal situation, but I guess I wouldn't mind as long as you talked to me about it first."

"First?" You mimic.

"Like...assuming you'd wanna date him or something. Just so I'm not blindsided, you know?"

This is the last thing you would've expected your impulsive, hotheaded (yet oh-so-loveable) best friend to be reasonable about. Mainly because she lectured you for nearly twenty minutes when she first suspected you had a crush on Jungkook. 

You go to respond, but Jungkook, finally arriving at the car, captivates both of your attention. He finishes off his can of Pepsi before crushing the aluminum and tossing it to the ground. "Ready?" He questions.

There's no point in giving him a speech about littering; you're just ready to go home.

He fishes his keys from his pocket and unlocks the car door; Somi opens the backseat and jumps in before you have the chance, sprawling across the aged leather. "Move over," you nudge her foot with your knee; she pulls away from you.

Jungkook calls your name, "Just sit up front. She's not gonna move."

Now, this is new. You've ridden in the backseat of his car with Somi more times than you can count; he'd never allow either of you to sit shotgun with him; typical annoying older brother bullshit.

Don't make a big deal out of this, you say to yourself, climbing into the passenger seat of his car.

Somi and Jungkook bicker the entire ride to their parent's house, partially out of annoyance with each other, but you also get the feeling that neither of them were genuinely ready to leave the party. You're surprised Jungkook even enjoyed parties; he spent most of high school either working, hanging out at skate parks, or practicing with his band in their garage. College must've really changed him, and you're unsure how to feel about it. 

Jungkook parks a few houses down from their parent's house and unlocks the doors, "Get out," he says into the backseat.

"Where are you gonna spend the night?" Somi questions, stretching her arms outward.

"I checked into a motel this morning. I'll be back here tomorrow around noon. And, hey," Jungkook turns around, pointing a finger at his sister. "Don't tell them you saw me."

Mockingly, Somi points a finger right back at him. "Telling them I saw you would be exposing myself, cock-sucker. Leave me alone." She angrily begins to climb out of the car, annoyed at how little trust Jungkook had in her.

You turn to go, but Jungkook's cold hand on your bicep stops you, "Where you goin'?"

"I'm gonna walk home from here. It's only a few minutes away," you respond.

Jungkook shakes his head, "I'm dropping you off. You haven't moved since I left, right?"

"No, but it's fi—"

"Then your house is on the way to my motel. We're going in the same direction; might as well ride together."

It truly does make more sense to ride together, and rejecting his offer any further surely would raise suspicions. You don't want either of them to believe you'd feel uncomfortable being alone with Jungkook because that couldn't be farther from the truth. You're perplexed about your feelings now, and you don't want to do anything you'd regret just because of the confusion.

"Okay, then." You glance over your shoulder at Somi, "Will you need any help getting ready for your date tomorrow?"

Suddenly embarrassed, Somi shushes you, gesturing that Jungkook is literally right next to you and would prefer that he didn't hear about her dating life. Jungkook genuinely couldn't care less and is instead patiently waiting for his sister to get out.

She does finally, and Jungkook resumes his path to your house. He turns the radio on, switching between stations until he stops on one that's playing a song he's familiar with. You drive silently for a few minutes; the only sounds being heard are the distant noises from the car's motor and Jungkook humming along to the radio.

He breaks the silence by saying, "I was surprised to see you back there. You never really seemed like the type to enjoy parties."

You chuckle, "I could say the same for you; I don't remember you attending any in high school."

"That's 'cause house parties weren't my thing," he explains, "I went to raves or parties that would happen at the skate park. I don't really like being at someone else's house for too long; it feels too intimate."

Now that you think of it, skate park parties and raves seem much more like his scene.

"Well, I only went because Somi was going, and I didn't feel comfortable with her being there alone. Otherwise, I never would've gone." You admit, resting your head against the window.

"Thanks for looking after her, by the way. You're a good friend."

"I'd do anything for her." Your voice is barely a whisper now, getting quieter with every word you say.

Silence passes, and he says, "Did you know your guys' dorm room is gonna be right under ours?"

"Seriously?" You respond, genuinely curious.

"Mmm-hmm. My roommate, Mingyu, and I are gonna be the worst upstairs neighbors ever." He teases as you roll your eyes. Your mind can't decipher whether this banter is playful & platonic or romantic. Everything Jungkook does confuses you.

"If that's the case, I'll be sure to move to an entirely new building."

"What, so you can have your boyfriend protect you?"

Pause. Boyfriend?

You nearly give yourself whiplash from how hard you spun around to look at Jungkook. "Boyfriend?" You ask.

He shrugs nonchalantly, keeping his eyes on the road. "I just assumed you'd have one by now. Do you?"

There he is again with his mind games. What the fuck was he talking about?

After letting out a very frustrated sigh, you mumble, "No, Jungkook, I do not have a boyfriend."

"Good. Focus on school."

Now he's pissing you off. You wish he'd shut up for the rest of the car ride. "It's nice to see you again, by the way."

Holy shit, you feel like jumping out the window.

"Yeah, great seeing you too. Oh, there's my house. I can walk from here." You make quick work of undoing your seatbelt.

"You sure? I can drop you off at the door."

"No, no. It's best if my parents don't see you so they don't accidentally tell your parents that they saw you." You lie, racking your brain for any excuse imaginable.

He nods, deciding it's best to drop you off a little further from your house. "Then, I'll see you tomorrow?"

"What?" You stop dead in your tracks, one hand clutching the door handle.

"Aren't you coming over tomorrow to help Somi get ready for her…thing? I'll be back home by then."

He's right; you'd be back in his house, and he'll be there this time. It's no big deal. You'd only be there for an hour (at most) to help her prepare, and then you could go the whole summer without seeing him again.

"Yeah, I'll see you then."

The following day, Somi is back to her unreasonable self, expecting you to wait at her house for her to return from her date.

"Please? We're just going to get pizza; we won't even be gone that long." She pleads, adding the finishing touches to her makeup.

You'd already spent over an hour helping her prepare, and now she expects you to do nothing but await her return. You know her heart's in the right place; she just wants to be the first to hear all the exhilarating details about her date. Still, a phone call would suffice. 

"What am I supposed to do while I wait for you to come back?" You whine.

"Just hang out here! Watch a movie or something!" She suggests, trying her absolutely hardest to sound enthusiastic. Her phone buzzes in her hand before she has the chance to continue, eyes lighting up as they flicker across the bright screen.

Somi clutches her phone, locks eyes with you, then rushes towards the door. You're faster, though, quickly capturing her wrist before she's barely reached the hallway. "I'm going home."

"No! If you stay here, I'll bring you back pizza, and we can have a girls' night like we were supposed to yesterday! Come on, please?" She begs, pouting her lips.

You go to reply, but the bathroom door swings open, and Jungkook strides out. Just to your luck, he's shirtless; water droplets descend from his hair as he towel-dries it. As he enters his bedroom, he mocks his sister's high-pitched whine, earning a lethal glare and a slew of swears thrown at him.

Perhaps you should stay.

"Fine, but you're lending me your pajamas." You give in, earning an enthusiastic shriek from your best friend. 

Somi wraps you in a brief, yet tight, hug before shouting, "Be back soon!" Then she's rushing down the stairs and out the front door. It's not often that Somi makes you wait for her return, but you absolutely despise it whenever it does occur. She's never back by the time she promises and gets upset when you try to call and check up on her.

And speaking of calling, you're sure your phone is dead by now. You insisted Somi bring her's along just in case, so you're left with one option.

Jungkook's door is wide open (as usual) when you go to knock. He's fully clothed now, pairing his black sweatpants with a matching black t-shirt. His hair appears mostly dry now, chaotic as ever, but dry. You don't think he's ever looked this good before.

He's sat on his bed, flipping through the latest copy of Rolling Stone when you arrive. He glances over at you and lets out a dry chuckle.

"What's so funny?" You ask.

"You're dressed like Bella Swan." He responds casually, eyes raking up and down your body. 

"Who?"

"From Twilight. You know, that new movie that came out?" He seems genuinely surprised that you don't seem to know anything about this movie, not even the name of (who you suspect to be) the main character.

You lean against the doorframe, "Haven't seen it."

"It's a great movie, seriously. Some friends and I are seeing it in a few days if you and Somi wanna come." He suggests, flipping another page in the magazine.

You let him know you'll ask Somi if she's interested before remembering why you came to his room in the first place and ask if you can borrow his phone charger. Jungkook directs you to where it's plugged up by his desk, and you finally have the chance to stroll further into his room. You can't recall the last time you've been in here, but you know it looks much different than before. Many of the band posters that decorated the room were gone, his random trinkets and piles of clothes were gone, and not a single piece of his CD collection was in sight. It felt so lifeless, so unlike him. No wonder he always dreaded returning home; it probably didn't even feel like home to him.

"So," you say, attempting to break the silence, "you're here for the whole summer, huh?"

"Unfortunately." He mumbles, "Gonna try and go by sooner, convince my parents I have to sort out an issue with my dorm or something."

"It's nice to have you back, though." You admit, watching as Jungkook's gaze locks on yours.

"Yeah? It is?" He questions.

You shrug, "Of course. We practically grew up together; it was weird to not see you all the time."

He sits up now, closing the magazine and tossing it on his nightstand. There's something on his mind that he isn't saying; you can tell from the way his brows knit together and how he's anxiously tugging on his lip piercing. "It was weird to be gone," he mumbles and leaves it at that.

"By the way, I'm sorry about last night." He apologizes.

"For what? Calling me your sister?"

He laughs at this, shaking his head. "I didn't mean to do that on purpose, by the way. That guy was just...so weird, I kinda blurted out the first thing that would've made him feel weird for even thinking that."

Oh. That makes sense. You definitely overreacted. 

"I meant," he continues, "I'm sorry if the whole boyfriend assumption thing upset you."

"Oh," you dismissively wave a hand at him, "that was nothing."

Jungkook raises a brow at you, "Are you sure? 'Cause you seemed pretty upset afterward, you were practically running out of my car."

There's no point in lying now, considering you weren't even the slightest bit discrete the previous night.

"If I'm being completely honest, I just felt a little awkward. But that's it, I swear." You assure him, moving to lean against the bedside table.

"Awkward about what?"

God, this was so embarrassing. Is he really going to make you humiliate yourself like this?

"Because I've never actually had a boyfriend before."

Jungkook looks genuinely shocked at your confession, eyes nearly bulging out of his head as he examines yours for any sign of deception. "You don't believe me?"

"I'm not sure. I only assumed you had one just based on how crazy guys were about you in high school. Not to mention you're, like, fucking gorgeous."

What?

"I'm what?" You ask, not entirely sure if you heard him correctly.

He repeats himself again, and you make him do it a few more times until he's too embarrassed to say it again. You somehow manage to get back on the topic of never having a boyfriend before when Jungkook asks you another question. "Have you ever...?"

He doesn't need to finish the sentence. You know what he's asking.

You shake your head.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked. It's none of my business." He berates himself, and you assure him it's no big deal and that it shouldn't even be a shocker to him.

After a half hour of talking about whatever comes to mind, you wind up sitting opposite Jungkook on his bed, legs perched up underneath your body as you go back and forth, questioning one another. 

"So, when are you gonna admit you had a crush on me?" His voice is barely a whisper.

"I never did." You lie.

"Really? That sucks?"

"Why?"

He shrugs, leaning his back against the headboard. "I just always thought that maybe you and I would've ended up together at some point."

You don't remember who leans in first; it doesn't matter; all that matters is after years of longing, your lips are finally intertwined with his. He must've smoked today; you can taste the nicotine on his breath. But it doesn't matter; you don't make the slightest move to pull away. Neither does he, placing his hands on the small of your back to guide you onto his lap. 

Your body is moving on autopilot, limbs moving to do whatever feels right as you silently pray not to ruin the moment. Jungkook can spot your nervousness from a mile away and stop you, "We don't have to do—"

"I want to," you pant, breathless, "I've wanted this for so long."

"Do you trust me?" He asks.

"More than anything."

He kisses you again before adjusting your current position, slowly twisting yourselves until you're lying flat on your back. He moves his lips down towards your neck, leaving a trail of kisses in his path as he settles between your legs.

You reach up to grab a handful of his hair, nearly jumping out of your skin as his delicate fingertips creep up your inner thigh, inching closer and closer until his ghosting over your clothed pussy. "This okay?" He mumbles.

You nod, unable to form a coherent sentence. "Cute," he replies, "you're already so wet." His fingertips stroke your clit through your damp underwear; you don't think to wonder how he managed to get to it so quickly, all thoughts leaving your brain as he makes small circles using his middle and index finger. 

"Jungkook…" You moan, pleading for him to do more.

"I know." He assures you, using a single finger to pull your panties to the side, making just enough room for him to slide a finger into your aching cunt. "Am I really your first time?"

You nod again out of fear that a moan would slip from your lips if you even tried to speak. His eyes are locked on yours, studying your expression as he coaxes a finger inside you. You're embarrassed at how quickly your wetness coated his finger, but Jungkook doesn't care. He likes it, makes him feel fucking amazing knowing the effect he had on you. 

"Take your shirt off." He says, and you do as told, pulling your top up and off your body and tossing it to the floor; making quick work of undoing your bra before he even has the chance to ask.

His lips are back on your neck instantly, trailing down to your collarbone until he reaches the curve on your breast. He halts his actions momentarily before your pitched nipple is caught between his teeth and your back arching off the bed from how overstimulating everything feels.

You curse under your breath, and Jungkook makes another comment about how cute you are, though you feel far from it. He apologizes by lapping his tongue around your nipple, easing the pain slowly as he inserts a second finger into your cunt.

You can feel his bulge against your thigh, though he doesn't even care about getting himself off. He moves over to your nipple, licking and sucking until it's completely hardened, leaving himself breathless. The two fingers that had been working your cunt had picked up the pace now, and there was an unfamiliar feeling in your gut that you couldn't identify.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…" You groan, legs trembling.

Jungkook is all too familiar with these actions and asks, "You're already close? I've barely done anything to you." He teases, chuckling to himself.

You know he's being lighthearted, but you can't help but feel embarrassed at the tears forming in your eyes from how good everything feels.

Suddenly, he's pulling his fingers out of you, and now you feel like crying for a different reason. You go to protest but stop to watch as he takes his shirt off. If you weren't sure then, it's obvious now he'd started attending the gym. 

He makes quick work of tugging his sweatpants down his legs, tossing them into the abyss before reaching into his bedside table and retrieving a condom. "You're okay?"

You nod.

"Use your words."

“I’m okay, Jungkook.”

"You're still okay with this?"

"Yes."

"You sure?"

Jesus fucking Christ, the saint this man is.

"I'm positive." You assure him.

You move to pull down your skirt and underwear, but Jungkook catches your wrist. "Leave them on," he says. There are so many things going on that you choose not to question.

He pulls off his boxers in the meantime, hardened cock slapping against his abdomen with precum leaking from the tip. Though you had nothing to compare it to, Jungkook was obviously slightly larger than average. You shouldn't be surprised; it's always the guys that you'd least expect.

He tears the condom wrapper with his teeth, retrieving the rubber inside before tossing the remains to his floor. Despite being fully erect, he fists his cock a few times before sliding the condom on.

He crawls over you, left arm at the side of his head, while he uses his dick to nudge your panties to the side. "This still okay?"

"I already told you—fuck!" He cuts you off, the tip of his cock slowly making its way inside you. You feel so stretched out from this alone you don't know how you'd manage to fit all of him into you.

Jungkook must be feeling the same, swearing under his breath and commenting about how tight you feel around him. Second by second, he coaxes himself into your pussy until you feel like you could split right open. "Are you all the way in?"

"No, can't take anymore?" He asks, leaning his head down against your ear.

You're embarrassed to admit he's too big to handle on your first time, but it's the truth. You don't want to overextend yourself just to please him and end up hurting yourself.

"You can move, just…not too much. Please."

Jungkook nods, "Whatever you want, angel."

He pulls his hips back and rocks himself back in, being sure to ask if you're okay with his pace. Once you confirm you feel fine and want him to keep going, he continues his movements; his eager hips snapping against yours and his cock hitting your G-spot with each deep stroke. You feel like you're on cloud nine, hands tangled in his hair as he swallows your moans.

That unfamiliar feeling from earlier returns; you feel it through your entire body this time. A moan of his name escaping your lips lets him know you're close. How he can always sense these things is beyond you; it's not worth overthinking. 

"Close?" He asks, and you nod frantically.

Jungkook picks up his speed slightly, careful not to overwhelm you, but just enough to reach your climax, until finally, the bundle of nerves in your abdomen snaps, and your back is arching off the mattress as you come around his cock.

He's only a few seconds behind with his orgasm, erupting in a loud grunt when he finally reaches it. The two of you lay in silence for a moment before Jungkook finally pulls out of you and slides the condom off, tying it in a knot and tossing it into his trash bin.

"Are you okay?" He asks for what feels like the millionth time.

"I'm fine." You respond, and it isn't a lie. Physically, you feel terrific; mentally, it was an entirely different story. "Are you?"

"I'm good, I'm good."

As much as you would love to lay naked with Jungkook in his bed for the rest of the night, you know Somi will be home anytime soon. "I think I'm gonna go wash up."

He nods, crawling under his covers once you stand from his bed, tugging your skirt to its proper length as you search for your remaining clothing. "Oh, it's um…your shirt, it's over there." Jungkook awkwardly gestures towards a pile of clothing by the end of his bed.

Almost as quickly as you shred yourself of them, you snatch your clothing and bundle them up against your chest. 

"Listen, I know right now isn't really ideal, but I meant what I said about liking you, and really think we should talk." He says nervously, barely even able to look at you.

You almost want to laugh at how cute he is; instead, you agree to talk to him about it soon. You're about to head out into the hallway when Jungkook reminds you about your charging phone over by his desk.

You retrieve it and scan the area again, ensuring you haven't left anything else behind. When everything seems clear, you stand upright, but your eyes fall toward the trash bin near his window with the discarded condom. You're embarrassed to even look at it until you realize something seems off. It looks…empty. 

Now, you're no sex expert, but imagine that if Jungkook had finished, there'd be something to show for it in the condom. Right?

Did he fake his orgasm? Was this another one of his fucked up mind games you'd been subjected to? 

You don't know what to think as you step into the bathroom; your emotions are all over the place, and all you really want to do is go home. But you promised Somi you'd be here when she returns, so you stay.

The next time a Jeon sibling asks if you're okay is twenty minutes later when Somi finally arrives and asks why your eyes are so watery.

"I'm fine." You respond, and you're lying for the first time that night.

[taetaespeaches]

“The dogs have worms and I’m a bad mom.”

jungkook x reader (oc) genre: fluff word count: 2K

a/n: Hi lovelies! Here’s just a simple drabble that I started a while ago in which Jungkook and reader/Holly’s dogs get sick with worms and Holly is sad and JK is just sweet. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading! :)) 

p.s. this fulfills a request that I got, oh god, over a year ago for the 100 ways to say I love you prompts. (request for: “You can borrow mine.” and “Don’t cry.”)

The moment the sounds of the front door handle jiggling could be heard, the duo of dogs were trotting toward the sound as you followed shortly behind them. The door opened, your boyfriend’s cute high pitched voice greeting the dogs before you could even round the corner. Coos of hi, babies, are you still sick? met your ears, only making you sadder than before. As you thought about how much he loved the pups, tears bubbled in your eyes. It was silly to be so emotional but you couldn’t seem to help it. “Where’s mom?” Jungkook asked the dogs, Amélie darting toward you after hearing the word mom.

With sticky dough covering your hands, mid meal prep, you appeared in the entryway where Jungkook shot you a soft smile immediately. His boxing bag was slung over his shoulder as his bright orbs met yours, the man offering you a greeting that was just as sweet as the one he gave the dogs, though his octave had lowered to his normal tone. “Hi, baby.”

“Did you get the medicine?” You asked him, forgoing a proper hello in your state of concern. You watched as he lifted the shopping bag for you to see. Sighing, you felt the tears drop from your bottom lash line onto your cheeks.

Freezing for a moment, his eyes blown wide with surprise and concern, a pout fell on his lips just before he stepped toward you with his eyebrows pulled together in question. “Hey, why are you crying?” Worry was etched into his features when his hands met your forearms, his eyes lingering on your hands for a moment as he noted the dough clinging to your fingers. “Baby,” he cooed.

“The dogs have worms and I’m a bad mom,” you whined pathetically as more tears slid down your face.

“Oh, Holly,” Jungkook pouted, though a grin was fighting to break through. “Dogs get worms sometimes, it’s just something that happens,” he pointed out. “That’s why they sell the dewormer in the first place.”

“I know but-”

“No buts,” he cut you off, shooting you a playful glare. “If you’re a bad mom, what does that make me? A bad dad?”

“No,” you frowned, and slightly annoyed by his sound logic. You would never accuse him of being a careless dog dad just because the pups got sick. The brat knew that.

“It’s no one’s fault,” he assured you with a soft smile. Stepping closer to you, he left a sweet kiss to your temple. “The dewormer is chewable tablets, so I don’t know how well Bam will take it,” he told you as he watched you peer down at the bag. “If he won’t eat it I’ll go get something else.”

“We’ll try it,” you said through another sniffle.

“Stop crying,” Jungkook chuckled, pecking your temple again as you groaned. “Look at this, you have actual tears.”

“I can’t wipe them away, I don’t have sleeves and look at my hands,” you said pathetically, noting the dough that covered your fingers and palms, prohibiting you from ridding your face of its wetness. Jungkook set the bag on the side table that held your keys and random pieces of mail, placing his hands to your shoulders as he directed you to face him head on.

“Here, borrow mine,” he grinned at you just before giving himself sweater paws with his oversized hoodie. Bringing the cuffs of the hoodie to your face, he dabbed under your eyes to rid yourself of your tears. A pout formed on his mouth as he looked over your pitiful expression. “You’re so cute.” He was so fond of you, you could see it in the way his eyes sparkled.

“Shut up, I feel bad,” you rebutted, though a breathy chuckle slipped from your lips.

“They’re ok,” he promised, his hands holding your face softly.

As you sighed at him, your eyes glanced down at the bag that sat on the table, a bouquet of flowers catching your eye. “What are those?”

His gaze followed yours, landing on the bag where the little pink flowers were on display. “Ah,” he exclaimed happily, reaching for the bouquet. “These are for you.” Watching your face as you took in the kind gesture, he realized you were on the verge of tears again. “Hey, don’t cry, these are supposed to make you feel better,” he chuckled. Another groan left you as he leaned forward and caught your lips in a chaste kiss.

“They do,” you assured him through a small smile, your mouth still close enough to feel how his lips curved into a smile as well. “Thank you.”

“You just sounded so worried on the phone earlier, I thought you could use a pick me up.” He was so sweet, his eyes wide and bright as he pouted slightly looking at the bouquet. You could picture him with that exact pout and his eyebrows pulled together in focus as he searched for the perfect flowers and the right dewormer. It resembled the expression he wore when you first met him in that laundry supplies aisle as he searched for fabric softener.

“You’re amazing,” you pouted at him, the man smiling happily at you.

“What are you cooking?” He nodded down at your hands.

“Chicken noodle soup and dumplings.” When he hummed in eager anticipation for dinner, you giggled, turning around to head back to the kitchen. “My mom used to make this for me when I was sick as a kid so when the dogs were sick this morning it felt natural to plan this. Then I remember they’re dogs and they can’t eat this,” you chuckled at yourself, Jungkook’s amused laughter sounding from behind you as he followed you to the sink.

“What was that you said about being a bad mom?” He questioned you teasingly, pointing out your thoughtfulness.

“Shut up,” you groaned, washing your hands off.

“Bummer for them because this smells amazing,” Jungkook added, only making your smile stretch further across your face.

“How many tablets do they each get?” You nodded at the grocery bag in his hands, ignoring his compliment. As Jungkook dug inside for the box and read the label, you studied him. He was so sweet, his heart so soft and pure. When you called him earlier to relay what the vet had told you over the phone — “they more than likely have some worms, you can pick up some dewormer from the store and that should clear it up. If they don’t get better in the next couple days, bring them in” — you could tell he was worried too, though not quite as much as you were. However, he kept a brave face, his voice calm as he promised you he’d pick up the dewormer on his way home from the gym. However, looking at him then, you found that his hair wasn’t damp with sweat, his skin wasn’t sticky, and his hands didn’t appear to have been recently wrapped up with tape and shoved underneath boxing gloves. He told you the number of tablets each dog got as he dug them out of their seal, but you found yourself ignoring the words as you inspected him closer.

“Did you go to the gym?” You asked, reaching out to run your fingers through his soft hair.

“Oh,” he shook his head. “No, I just went to the store when I got out of the studio.” When you didn’t respond, your hand dropping from his hair, he peered at you from underneath his fringe. “What?” He asked, a cute smile forming on his lips when you grinned at him.

“I just love you,” you shrugged, Jungkook giggling as he held the tablets in his palm.

“I love you, too,” he replied through a bashful beam. He walked past you to bend down in front of the dogs and serve up doses of medicine. You observed him as he gently offered the tablets up for Amélie to eat, the dog swallowing them easily. She would eat just about anything you gave her so it was no surprise to see her gobble them up as though they were treats. “Good girl,” Jungkook praised her, scratching her head and face affectionately. “Alright, Bam, let’s do this bud,” he started, holding the tablet out for the pup.

Bam was a bit more difficult. Though not having a particularly picky palate, he still didn’t take to medicine very well. After a minute of Jungkook trying to encourage the dog to eat the tablets, you couldn’t help but laugh in amusement at your boyfriend’s struggle. He groaned, tossing his head back in defeat. “Bam, come on, please don’t make me force feed you” he whined, only making you giggle more. “What if we cover it in peanut butter?” Jungkook asked you, looking over his shoulder at you. “Don’t laugh,” he protested through an amused smile when he found you giggling and smiling at him.

Shaking your head, you stepped toward him, ignoring his comment. “He’ll just lick the peanut butter off,” you chuckled when Jungkook groaned once more. “Let me see,” you took the tablet from him as you kneeled down next to them. “Sometimes you have to make it seem really exciting, like you’re jealous that he gets to eat it and not you.”

Jungkook watched you carefully hold the tablet out to the dog. “And how do you make it seem exciting?” He asked with a smirk on his face. When you started singing a song about how “yummy yummy in his tummy” the medicine would be all while scratching under his chin and doing an accompanying dance, Bam grew curious enough to take the tablet from your hands. He wasn’t impressed with the taste as he ate it with exaggerated chewing, but he managed to swallow the medicine from you rather easily.

“Like that,” you grinned, smiling proudly at yourself as Jungkook chuckled fondly.

“Yeah, you’re literally never allowed to call yourself a bad mom again,” he noted, making you roll your eyes. “That was so impressive!” he pointed out to you as you both stood up, but not before doting on the dogs a bit more with pets and kisses.

“Shush and give them a treat,” you bit back a smile as you went back to your dumplings, Jungkook grinning smitteningly at you. “Did you really skip your workout today because you were worried about the dogs?” You teased him. “I thought dogs get worms sometimes,” you mimicked his words from before.

“Ok, I was a little worried,” he started to clarify, a smirk curving on your lips. “Hey, no,” he responded to your expression, “I was a little worried but mostly I just felt bad because I knew you weren’t handling it well.”

“Hey, I handled it fine,” you lamely defended, hoping he wouldn’t bring up the tears he walked in on.

But of course he did, it was too easy. “Oh, is that why you were crying? Because you were handling it so fine?” He teased you, walking toward you as you dropped a dumpling into the pot of boiling soup.

Smirking to yourself, and ignoring his comments once again, you instead simply relaxed against him when he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind. “This looks and smells amazing,” he whispered near your ear, just before leaving a kiss to the side of your face. “For the record, anyone, dog, human, or even… lizard,” he determined randomly after a moment of thought, “would be lucky to have you as a mom.”

“Lizard?” You questioned, amusement apparent in your tone as you giggled at him.

“I was trying to cover a whole scope of living things,” he chuckled at himself, fully aware of how dumb the comment was. But it was still sweet. And you appreciated it.

“Well same goes for you,” you looked at him over your shoulder. “When we get that lizard it’s going to be so fucking lucky to have you as a dad.”

“Shut up,” he chuckled bashfully, nuzzling his face against your cheek, just before pressing a series of kisses to your face while you dropped the remaining dumplings into the soup. As you settled into the domesticity, the sweetness, the simple intimacy of the moment, Jungkook continued placing random kisses along your cheek as he whispered quiet I love you’s for your ears only.

[tteokggukk]

game night → pjm

✳ pairing: jimin x reader

✳ genre: fluff, best friends to lovers au, (kind of a) college au

✳ warnings: mentions of alcohol, drinking, some light swearing

✳ words: 2.9k

✳ synopsis: in which you and your best friend jimin play a game of monopoly with a twist, and you find yourself spilling every thought and secret kept in your head.

✳ a/n: missed playing board games with my friends and i thought a game night scenario with jimin would be really cute. hope u enjoy reading!!

It was tradition for you and Jimin to come over at your place every week to bond and hang out. Originally you'd hang out multiple times a week, but that was back in high school. Once college started, you both decided it would no longer be realistic and possible to meet thrice a week with all the deadlines and requirements to prioritize, so you settled with once or twice every weekend. This was one of the activities neither of you ever missed or skipped out on, especially because it was the most quality time you'd ever get with your long time best friend.

Tonight was game night. As Jimin requested over text, he decided to bring Monopoly even though you begged him not to. You've never won against him even with others around, and so playing against just him wouldn't grant you lower odds. Unfortunately, you had no choice to say no because it was his turn to make plans this week.

In the span of six years you've known Jimin, you've seen each other grow into different people. Changes here and there were becoming much more prominent over time, it was hard to ignore how his body had become more defined, how his jaw had sharpened and how he'd grown inches taller than you. Back then, you were certain nothing would be able to change your friendship and that it would stay that way forever.

You hadn’t known it back then, but these gradual changes were made to rewire that sort of thinking.

For the past three years, you've developed a small crush on him which you often had to hide because you were afraid of telling him the truth. When you both started to drink, you made sure not to get too drunk around him as to not spill your secret. Jimin always thought you just hated drinks.

It was almost four in the afternoon, and Jimin would be arriving in an hour. You quickly decide to shower first and fix up before he came but avoided fixing up too much for him to question why you looked so dressed up. You didn't want him thinking you dolled yourself up for him.

It was just a casual night with your best friend.

Later on, the doorbell rang and you rushed to get the door. Jimin came in holding the box of Monopoly in one hand while carrying a paper bag in the other.

"Hey," he greeted. You took the box from his hand to help him out as he pulled you in for a side hug.

"Hi," you smiled, being completely engulfed in the familiar delicate musk of his perfume that brought you comfort.

He took his shoes off and walked into your kitchen to grab himself a glass of water. You set the board game down on your coffee table and followed him.

"What's in the bag?" You asked curiously, eyeing the paper bag he was holding.

"I thought maybe we'd play Monopoly," a playful smile crept up on his lips before bringing out three bottles of soju and placing it on your counter, "With a twist."

"Jimin! You know I don't drink much," You whined as he stepped closer to you, holding the bottle up closer to your eyes.

"These are flavored! You wouldn't even feel like you're drinking alcohol, they taste like juice, I swear," he smiled innocently, his beaming eyes were almost enough to convince you.

"I can't be hungover the next morning, I have a paper to write," You argued.

"I've never seen you hungover, how could you know how bad it is?" He laughed and placed the bottle of grapefruit soju back on the table.

"I just know they suck, because of how you deal with them." When Jimin first started drinking and would wake up with a hangover, he'd call to let you know how much his head hurt and how badly he'd throw up, so you'd come over to his place and take care of him. Over time he's gotten used to it and they're no longer as bad, but you'd still come over and cook soup for him just to help.

He always loved it when you did. When he began to notice how nurturing you've become, sometimes he'd call for the simplest of reasons just for you to spend time with him.

"I promise I'll stop you when you drink too much," he offers, to which you sigh. You could never really say no to him, anyway.

"Fine."

 "Is your cash complete?" Jimin asks you while he fixes the pile of money on the side. He was playing the banker tonight as well. 

"Yep," you told him, placing your money aside, "You done fixing that?"

"Mhm," he hums, "Wait! Almost forgot." He stands up and takes walks to your kitchen cabinet, "Where are your shot glasses?"

"Cabinet on your right," you told him while you looked through the chance cards. There was absolutely no way you were winning against him, you thought.

You both sat on the floor with the game spread on your coffee table. Grinning, he places the glasses next to the game board and opened the bottle of soju.

"So here's how we're gonna play," Jimin says excitedly, "You drink every time you land on someone's property, when you roll doubles, when you land on GO, when you go to jail, if you're in jail and I visit, whenever the other player buys a house, if you go bankrupt, and when you land on utilities and railroads."

You sat up straight with wide eyes, shocked at how smoothly he pointed out each time you had to drink. At this rate, you wondered how long it would take before you took a shot for each rule.

"Are you serious?" You asked.

"Yup," he smiles.

"We might as well have gone to a club, if you're gonna make me drink that much."

"I already altered the rules, you're supposed to drink for a lot of other stuff," he laughs, "I altered it for you." He proceeds to ruffle your hair which makes you blush. Thankfully the dim lights made it easy to hide the color on your face.

"Well, then, thank you very much," You bowed your head in sarcasm, "Why don't we start?"

"Confident you can win against me?" He smirks.

"Most of the time, yeah. But at this game I never am."

Jimin was good. And he was extremely smart. He knew how to quickly acquire properties and utilities and leave you feeling like you didn't properly know how to play the game even though you did. The rules were made for him while you were just a rookie made to watch.

"Y/n, you can buy a house, you know!" He laughs, "Babe, here." Your cheeks turn red at the nickname. You've been calling each other that for years albeit platonic, but these days it bothered you even more than it did. You cleared your throat to wipe your thoughts away.

You'd taken about five shots now. Normally, you'd have a pretty high tolerance but you could tell it wasn't going to take long before five shots turned to ten, and ten shots turned to twenty. Jimin so far has only had two.

It was hard to keep track with how much you were drinking because the alcohol was so sweet, if you weren't with Jimin you could gulp it all down in one go. The moment you could no longer count how many shots you've downed; the vision of delay was your only tell with how much you've drank so far.

Though you weren't completely drunk, you knew a couple more would be enough to make you intoxicated.

"I hate you," you muttered, cheeks feeling warm because of the alcohol kicking in, "You wanted this because I would lose."

Jimin laughs. His cheeks were also red now because of the alcohol, "I wanted this because I thought you would talk about how much you love counting the money."

"Clearly, I can't do that. I'm bankrupt," you whined as you handed him all your money for landing on his blue property with a hotel, "Oh shit."

Jimin started laughing really hard, he fell back onto the floor. When he got up, he was still laughing as he poured you another shot. Possibly your last one.

"I can't believe how bad you are at this," He chuckles as you took the glass and gulped it down in one go, "Should we stop? I feel like you've drank enough."

"The game? Hell yeah. Let's stop, I'm terrible at it," You sighed in defeat. The alcohol was definitely getting to you now. Jimin smiled to himself, clearly amused at the way you were acting. He began cleaning and packed up the board before sitting next to you on the floor, assuring you that you’d play a game you were better at the next time you had game night.

You took another shot of soju.

"Hey, hey," He takes the glass from your hands, "Babe, you're drinking way too much."

"This really does taste like juice," You were slurring now, "It's okay, I can handle it."

Jimin raises a brow and watches you carefully, "You sure?"

"Yeah I've got it," You nodded. You've forgotten all about not drinking too much around Jimin and just enjoyed the sweet taste of the alcohol in your mouth, sending you this wonderful sensation in your head.

Suddenly, as if your mouth had a mind of its own, you began talking about everything and anything. You talked about how you got annoyed whenever people would leave without closing the door, you talked about how this video of a cat made you cry the other day, how your hair hasn't been cooperating with the styles you want lately…

Jimin listened, watching the way your lips moved as it lost its filter. Even when you complained about a useless group mate, he found you magnetizing.

"I mean, I think I should've just left her name out of the paper, but teamwork was part of the criteria…" you mumbled. You looked over at Jimin, who's elbow was resting on the coffee table while his head rested on his hand. He was staring at you with this fond look and warm smile, you almost wanted to throw yourself onto him.

At least you still had restraint. Barely.

"I've never seen you drunk before," He says with crinkled eyes, "You talk more."

"Do I?"

"Mhm," He moves in closer, placing his hand on your head to play with your hair, "It feels like you're telling me everything. Like you're trying to empty all your words out."

"I've still got some reserved in my head," you told him, completely unaware of the coy smile on your face. This was new to Jimin, and it sent him a lot of mixed signals in his brain.

"Oh, yeah? Care to let them out?" He spoke, almost like he was challenging you to. 

"Alright, sure," You cleared your throat and stared up at the ceiling, "I really want a cat. I really like ice cream..." He watched you carefully, hanging on your every word.

"And I think I'm in love with you," you said, looking at him. You could tell he was startled by the look in his eyes, but all you wanted to do right now was to kiss him there on the spot.

A smile was beginning to creep up on Jimin's lips as he searched your eyes for any sign of lies. His eyes remained on yours as you slowly went nearer, and nearer. He stayed in place, clearly knowing what was to come.

And you kissed him. Even while you were intoxicated you could feel how soft his plump, pink lips were. Time had stopped and you could only hear your own heart beat now as Jimin's hands found their way to your cheeks while you held onto his wrist. No amount of alcohol could beat the feeling of elation his lips gave you.

When you both pulled away, Jimin immediately wanted to tell you everything. He had a feeling this was going to be a long night of conversations filled with confessions and soft kisses, completely different from the times you've spent together before. He was wrong, of course.

Maybe it was your body dropping from the high, but the moment your lips detached from one another, you fell asleep. Just like that. Jimin was worried at first, wondering maybe you've really had too much alcohol, but when he started hearing your small, quiet snores, he felt relieved. He laughed at how easily you dozed off and carried you to bed, admiring you for a while before proceeding to clean up the mess. When he was done cleaning, he freshened up a bit, changed into his extra clothes and got into bed with you.

He allowed himself to play with your hair (he always loved doing that) and observe your facial features which he always admired before holding you in his arms until he fell asleep.

When you woke up the next day, you felt the sun hit your eyes followed by the smell of breakfast perking you up. The moment you sat up, you could feel a grave headache coming in as this weird feeling in your stomach began to stir.

You had this unbelievable urge to vomit. You rushed out of bed to puke in the toilet, not realizing Jimin had seen you and followed you to hold your hair up and rub your back. When you were done, you wiped the vomit off of your mouth and gargled some water, preparing to brush your teeth. You looked at the mirror in disgust. Your face looked awful and worn out and extra tired, it was obvious you were drinking last night. You almost screamed when you saw Jimin standing behind you through the mirror.

"Jimin, oh my God," You breathed out, "You scared me."

He laughed a bit before moving his hands to your waist, hugging you a bit before kissing your cheek, "I made breakfast. You should come join me." He leaves the bathroom to give you some privacy, allowing to do whatever you needed to do. You were a bit embarrassed at the gesture because you had just vomited, but it still made you feel butterflies.

When you were done brushing your teeth and washing your face, you went to join Jimin for breakfast. 

Looking at him now, you could clearly remember the stuff that happened last night before you knocked yourself out. You kissed him, you told him how you felt, you came onto him first— there was no turning back from that.

"Last night was my first time seeing you drunk," Jimin chuckles softly, "Did you know you talk a lot more when you drink?"

"Yeah…" you laughed nervously, "It's annoying."

"It was amusing," he grins, "I could get used to it."

You couldn't help but smile. After you finished eating breakfast, Jimin handed you a glass of water and ibuprofen and insisted that you stay in bed while he washed the dishes. You tried to tell him you could help, but he said it was his job to take care of you this time and you couldn't refuse.

When he was done washing the dishes, he sat beside you on your bed.

"Do you need anything? I could make you some food. Carbs are good for hangovers," he offers.

"No, I think I'm okay," you smiled, trying to muster up the courage to talk about what happened, "Jimin, about last night."

Should you say sorry? No, it would sound like you regretted it. He kissed you back, didn't he? What did you need to talk about? What did you need to hear? What would make you stop worrying?

"Before you say anything else," Jimin gently holds your hand, "I'm in love with you, too."

Just like that, the storm in your head had stopped.

"You are?" You sat up, but sort of regretted it because of the throbbing pain that intensified in your head.

"Yeah, always have been," he smiles sheepishly.

"Since when?" You asked.

"Since our third year in high school. I don't really know what sparked it, I just remember noticing how much prettier you got and how smart you sounded."

You laughed, "Really? I never knew."

"I’ve tried flirting with you countless times, you know," he admitted, a shy smile on his face, "I don't think you ever got the message."

"I guess now you know," you smiled, "Message received."

He smiles really wide and squeezes your hand. You pat the empty side of the bed and Jimin understands as he begins to lie down next to you, holding you in his arms.

"Get some rest, I'll wake you up later for your paper," he says softly while caressing your hair. You could feel his chest rising up and down, calming your senses. Being with him right now made you feel like you were in the safest place on Earth.

"Thank you," you spoke quietly, the smile never leaving your lips. Before you knew it, your eyes began to flutter shut but you didn't miss the way Jimin kissed your head.

"I love you," he whispered. Little did Jimin know that the perfect cure to your hangover wasn't ibuprofen or cooking up food with carbs. 

It was being here, held up safe in his arms.

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[Jungkook] The Windmill House (Chapter 2)

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Synopsis: When for once rich doesn’t rhyme with Christian Grey.

Pairing: Jungkook x OC

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“Why?” I frown, cofused, even though I know I should just shut up and thank him given the position I'm putting my company in.

“I thought you hated my vision.” I murmur. His eyes light up, and he gives me a soft smile.

“It’s all the contrary. I love your vision, Maya.” He croons, my whole body going rigid. Oh, please.

“Mi-“

“Miss Fair.” He corrects himself. I swallow.

“Then why didn’t you give me the project for your mansion?” I ask him, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Because this is much more important to me.” He counters.

“Huh.” Is all I manage to say. I don't understand his logic. I should be the last person he gives such an important project to then.

“Wanna see what it looks like?” He proposes, jerking his head towards the house. I nod, my curiosity getting the best of me. Mr Jeon leads me up the stairs to the porch. 

This house doesn’t even have a door. It’s just a big plywood board with a metal chain on each side, chains that are attached to the house by two hooks and two big locks. Mr Jeon fishes the keys out of his pocket, opening each lock. He then lifts the board effortlessly and moves it to the side to reveal the inside of this old guy.

We step in, and I discover a dark and desolated place. The left wing of the house is closed off by a door, and in front of me lay old wooden stairs that lead to the upper floor. The only point of light comes from the open room on our right, the high column where the windmill is. My feet carry me inside that room, the old wood crackling and squeaking under my heels. A stuffy smell of rotten wood invades my nostrils, and I absolutely love it. This definitly is an old guy.

The room we walk in is the living room, one of the most beautiful spaces I’ve seen in my life. The room is high, really high. Easily dwarfing the ten meters I had guessed. And it’s luminous, bathed in light by two humongous bullseye windows, making the inside look like a ship of some kind.

The furniture is covered by big white pieces of cloth, and I’m dying to uncover them. I guess the shape of a couch, two armchairs, a table and a cabinet by the windows, and a bar on the left where there are no windows.

If half of the cylindric room is covered by windows, the other half has a huge embedded bookshelf as a wall. I’ve never seen anything like this except in harry potter. A huge wall of books, easily covering half of the height of the room, and a ladder that can slide across it.

Oh wow.

At the far end of the room, there is a small metallic spiral staircase that leads to a small platform at the very top of the room, and I guess it’s the windmill maintenance area.

“So?” I hear Mr Jeon ask expectingly. 

Is this, like, his childhood home? Someone clearly has spent a lot of time here. Was it him? His parents? Windmill houses are usually found in America, and he has an American accent, it wouldn’t be surprising if this was family home. 

But it’s odd. The whole Poudlar spaceship spirit of it makes it look like some kind of… big child room. A place where you’d come to escape reality, far from the city.

“It’s…” I trail off, trying to put a word on all of my thoughts. This house speaks to me, and I can feel that it’s filled with meaningful moments and memories.

“Heavy.” I breathe, my shoulders sagging. I look up at him and watch his eyebrows slightly furrow.

“Heavy.” He repeats, looking at me intently. I shy from his gaze, focusing on these beautiful windows again. That’s when I notice the fireplace. 

“Take a look at this.” He offers, pulling my attention back to him. He strides across the room, towards the metal stairs, and grabs the wall. Thats when I notice a crank I hadn’t seen before.. He grabs it, and it must be rusty, unsurprisingly, because he has to put some strength on it to get it to spin. When he finally gets it moving, I hear the sound of heavy metal rustling. 

The sound comes from above, so I lift my eyes, and see the ceiling opening. Wow! The roof of the windmill is actually made of blinds, against glass. And as Mr Jeon turns the crank, the blinds lift up to reveal the sunny blue sky.

“Woah.” I breathe as I’m starting to get bathed in sunlight. Now that is luminous!

“That’s amazing!” I laugh in delight. This is so cool! But who the hell would’ve thought of that back then?

“And also, really strange.” I had, now that I think of it.

“You should see it in the night.” He says, pulling my eyes back down to him. He’s taking slow but confident steps towards me. I don’t answer, my eyes glued to his face. I hope he’s not going to stand too close to me.

“You can see thousands of stars. There’s not much light pollution.” He adds, still walking to me. I’m tempted to  take a step back, but that would give away my lack of composure. He stops when he’s unreasonably close to me, as if he knew it would make my heart pound in my ears.

He knows.

“You can even see Saturn, in the summer.” He finishes. I look up at him. Not knowing what to say, unable to form any decent answer to that. He smells so, fucking divine, It’s giving me a head rush.

“You in on this?” He asks softly. I manage a small nod, swallowing a big lump in my throat. The corner of his mouth curls up.

“Good.” He says, his lips twitching, refraining a grin. Good? This is anything but good. He’s trouble. Is he not going to move? 

His phone rings in his pocket, and I take the opportunity to look away and step back from him. He fishes his phone out of his pocket and looks at the caller’s ID.

“I have to take this.” He says, looking up at me. “Make yourself at home.”

I manage another small nod, and he strolls out of the room to take his call. Sighing, I place my bag on the bar and walk over to the covered furniture. I pull a cover, revealing a leather couch and also sending dust into the air.

I cough, taking a look at the fine piece of work. This could stay here. But I’m more intrigued by the  bookshelves. I cover the couch back and take my heels off, walking to the ladder. I slide it across the wall and climb to the top, grabbing a random book.

Curiosities of the sky by Garrett P. Serviss.

Astronomy. 

I put it back and grab another one.

A brief history of Time by Stephen Hawking.

Astrophysics. This place is a spaceship! I open it and find a note on the inside.

For my neutron star Jungkook. Don’t aim for the stars but for Canis Majoris. Love A-

I have no idea what this means. But at least I know Mr Jeon has lived here. And he’s keen on space science. What an actual nerd.

The squeaky floor boards announce Mr Jeon’s return way before he enters the room again. I look down at the doorway until he appears, and notice his tie is gone and the top two buttons of his shirt are undone. Yum.

His eyes land on me and widen.

“What are you doing?” He scolds, pacing towards me. 

I thought I could make myself at home!

“I’m sorry, I thought I could look around.” I stutter, surprised.

“Of course you can, but not. like this. Do you realise how high this is?” He mutters. I look down at him, realising he has to bend his neck to look at me. 

Damn, I am high. 

He could see my knickers!

“I’m scared you’ll fall.” He murmurs, holding his hand out to me, inviting me to come down. He’s scared I’ll fall? Well, he better stop making me so dizzy.

I place the book back on the shelf and proceed to step down the ladder.

“Where are your shoes?” I hear him ask from under me.

“Erm…”

“In such an old house, that’s dangerous.” He lectures.  Yeah, yeah, whatever.

I look down at him, and he’s still offering his hand. I have no choice but to take it. I decide to jump down the last step.

You could get a sh-“

“Ow!” I cry.

“Shard in your foot. Well, congratulations.” He mutters. I hop on one foot, my heel stinging painfully. I don’t know what I just landed on, but it was not a shard!

“Careful.” I hear him mutter, and suddenly I’m sent flying as he scoops me up in his arms. I gasp, wrapping my arms around his neck so I don’t fall off, but shocked this is happening. I’m in his arms, and they are strong. He has a hand on my back and the other curled around the back of my knees.

My eyes bulge out of their sockets and I feel my face heating up. I feel hot in my cheeks and my heart is racing. This is both hell and paradise.

“Let’s see.” He breathes, walking to the couch. He sets me down on it and sits on the adjacent armchair’s arm, grabbing my leg and setting my injured foot on his knee.

My face is about to explode. He takes a look at the underside of my foot.

“You’ll have to take your stockings off.” He declares, looking up at me. 

And I know. I know myself and I know, my face is bloodshot and I’m busted from miles away. Mum and Dad always tell me this will bring me troubles, blushing that hard that easily, now I know why.

I blink and swallow, not knowing what to do.

I take a minute process things. My dress is knee-length but it’s flowey, so it won’t rise up to my waist if I reach under it. If I ask him to turn around, he’ll make fun of me. I must act confident,.

Looking away from his eyes so I don’t see his reaction, I carefully reach under my dress and grab the waistline of my stockings, lifting my bum to slide them down.

When I’m past my bum and reach halfway down my thighs, his hands cover mine, and he “helps” me get the rest off without having to bend. But the way he does, it sends my body in a frenzy. He doesn’t take my stockings off, he caresses my legs, sliding his hands down on my skin and dragging the stockings with them.

Heat licks along my skin and I let out a shaky breath, shocked by his boldness but too focused on not letting it show. My stockings come off, and I exhale deeply.

His thumb strokes my ankle as he lifts up my foot, and I chew down on my lip, not wanting to make a sound. Suddenly, his phone vibrates again. 

Halle-fucking-lujah!

“I’ll take care of it.” I declare, removing my foot from his lap. “Take the call.”

He nearly yanks my foot back onto his knee.

“While you’re bleeding all over my floor?” He mutters. “Sorry to disappoint, but I’m not that much of an asshole.”

Not that much? So he knows he’s an arse.

“So, you’re aware that you were a arse to me yesterday?” I ask, my feverish body making me brazen. He examines my foot carefully, tugging on a shard.

“I’m... merciless, when it comes to business.” He muses, removing a shard with a sharp movement.

“Ow.”

“Sometimes it’s a quality, sometimes it a flaw and costs me a lot.” He says, pensive. This is dangerously close to an apology.

“Is that your way of saying you’re sorry?” I try.

“No it’s not.” He retorts, pulling another shard out of my foot. I scowl at him.

“Would you happen to have tweezers?” He asks casually, looking up at me and ignoring my scowl. I blink at him.

“In my bag, yes.” I indicate. When he stands, I sag against the couch, rubbing the bridge of my nose. This man is so attractive, I hate feeling like this. I know men like him.

He comes back with my tweezers.

“You went through my bag?” I ask, shocked. I thought he’d bring it to me!

“Well, that’s where the tweezers were.” He retorts, sitting back down on the armchair, ignoring my semblance of annoyance. He grabs my foot again.

“Has anyone  ever told you it’s very rude to snoop in a lady’s bag?” I mutter, readjusting my position.

“Stop moving, woman.” He mutters. Rude!

“There.” He declares, pulling out what feels like a huge chunk of wood. I hiss in pain.

“That’s a nasty cut. You’re still bleeding. I’ll see if I can find bandages somewhere.” He declares before leaving again. He comes back a few moments later with bandages and disinfectant.

He cuts a piece of bandages and pours some disinfectant on it, before bringing it to my heel. The product stings. 

“Ow!” I squeal, removing my foot from his hold.

“Maya.” He calls, grabbing my foot back. Will he stop?!

“It’s Miss Fair.” I grind out,  yanking myself out of his reach. He looks up at me, sighing deeply, his tongue briefly poking at the inside of his cheek in annoyance.

“Yeah, as soon as I get this disinfected.” He mutters. Huffing, I reluctantly give him my foot, letting him do his business and wrap it up in some bandages.

“Done.” He declares once he’s finished.

“Thank you.” I mumble, because I’m that. He places his medical equipment on the covered table.

“I guess that’s enough designing for today. Wait here.” He announces before rising and disappearing. He comes back with my bag and hands it to me. I take it and stands, and before I can even take an actual step I’m flying again.

“Jesus Christ!” I yell in surprise as he scoops me up again. What the heck? “Mr Jeon, I can walk.”

“Clumsy as you are, you might break a leg.” He mutters, casually walking towards the exit, with me in his arms. I clench my jaw.

I am the clumsy type, but this is wrong!

“I am not clumsy. You can put me down.” I try not to sound like I’m begging, but I bloody am.

“ I insist.” He retorts, stepping out of the house. Oh, how fucking perfect. He carries me over to my car, but heads for the passenger side.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Taking you home.”

I start to panic.

“I can drive, really.” I blurt out, stumbling over my own words. He sets me down in front of the passenger door.

“This is really unnecessary.” I murmur, looking up at him. 

“I don’t feel comfortable knowing you’re driving with an injured foot.” He shrugs a shoulder, narrowing his eyes at me because of the sun in his face. He looks perfect in the sun. I imagine him in shades and a V neck. Mmmh..

“Injured is a big word.” I retort. He opens in mouth and I’m not having any of this.

“And, I don’t feel comfortable with you taking me home.” I say before he can argue, reminding him he’s a client and I’m not going to cross this line with him. 

He frowns, staring at me for a moment, his face a knot of confusion. Finally, he scoffs.

“Listen to me, lady.” He admonishes. Lady?

“I know I affect you, and you should know the feeling’s mutual, but this,” He pauses, taking a small pause and knocking the air out of my lungs. “Has nothing to do with how bad I want to have sex with you.”

I mean, I knew he knew I was attracted to him. I keep making a show of myself whenever I see him, but I didn't think it would be mutual! Oh, and the way the word "sex" sounds in his mouth is filthy and filled with promises.

Oh my god, if I come home with him, he might just-

“I’m not giving you the keys.” I say sternly. His lips curl up and he seems pleased.

“I see you’re not denying it.’ He murmurs. 

Oh bloody hell!

“Oh, and I already have them.” He says, fishing them out of his pocket and holding them up. Bloody bastard!

"In." He jerks his chin.

"In not going home, I have to go to my office." I try.

"At this time?"

"Yes."

"To your office we go then. Hop in." He pipes up, unlocking my car and opening the door for me. I make a desperate attempt to snatch my keys out of his hand.

I fail, and he smirks at me.

“Cheeky.” He murmurs. “I like that.”

There’s a detonation inside me and blood rushes to my face. This is just getting worse. I thought just being around him was hard, but how am I supposed to keep calm when he teases me like this?

Huffing, I get into the car just because I can’t stand the way he looks at me. 

"I'll get the door. Don't go anywhere." He says to me before closing the door. While he’s good I take a look at myself in the rearview. I’m one messy tomato. I sag against the seat, defeated.

I groan. When will I stop being a fucking impressible? I have no fucking taste in men. Ugh.

When Mr Jeon finishes closing off the house, he gets in my mini, cramming his frame into my tiny car. he pushes the seat all the way back and still looks like a clown in a clown car.

I don’t make any remarks though, I don’t think he’d laugh at himself. he ride to my office is silent and feels like an eternity because he just had to look smoking hot while driving.

He parks in front of the office and gets out the car. I don’t wait for him to open my door for me, and I don’t even know if he was going to. I kick my shoes off and leave the there before getting off as well.

“And now on the concrete? Miss Fair, how much do you hate shoes?” He utters while circling my car.

“A lot.” I mutter.

“Here.” He says, bending to grab the back of my knees.

“That’s enough!” I squeal, swatting his hands away. Not on the bloody street! Is he mental? 

His brow furrows. I clear my throat.

“My keys, please.” I ask sternly , holding my palm up. Sighing, he hands them back to me.

“Thank you for the ride.” I say before turning on my heels.

“What about when you go home later?” He calls from behind me.

“I’ll manage.” I reply, looking over my shoulder. “Thanks for worrying.” I add before disappearing inside the building. I sigh deeply, feeling exhausted. My foot doesn’t even hurt that much.

This man is mentally exhausting. I feel more drained by an hour with him than by a full day at work. And I’ll have to see him again and again until the project is finished! What am I going to do with myself?

I make it up to my office to grab my sketchbook, and on my desk lay a bouquet of flowers. Frowning, I take a closer look, discovering a card with the white Roses. I open it, and it says:

I’m sorry. - J x

So he is sorry after all! And he sent flowers to apologize? So that’s what he meant. He said his speech about him being merciless wasn’t his way of saying sorry because he had sent a whole bouquet of flowers to my office.

When I realise my smile is reaching my ears, I pul myself back together and put the card back. I’ll deal with that tomorrow. I grab my sketch book and head back out, taking a moment to reply to my Mum’s text asking why I din’t call her after work.

Worked late today. I’ll call you when I come home. Love you lots x

While I’m sending the text, I feel my car keys being snatched from my hand.

“Ah!” I yelp, feeling myself flying again. And here I am again, in Mr Jeon’s arms, confused and nearly having a heart attack.

“Walking down the stairs with your eyes glued to you phone and an injured foot.” He mutters, walking me down the stairs. What in hell?

“It’s like you want to get hurt.” He grumbles.

“Put me down! What are you doing here?” I utter, in deep shock. He waited outside?

"Taking you home.”

“I said I was fine!”

“And I don’t want to take the risk.” He retorts, circling my car and bringing me to the passenger’s side.

“You’re taking care of a life project of mine. I don’t want you to die on me.” He explains, letting me down. I take a step back,, leaning against my car huffing and puffing.

“Pretty sure driving with a stinging foot isn’t going to kill me.” I mutter, smoothing my hair and tugging my dress down.

“Not taking the risk.” He counters, opening the door.

“Mr Jeon.” I grab the door.

“Mind your head.” He says, taking advantage of my lack of balance and pushing me down onto the seat. I groan, frustrated at him. 

It’s not like I can do much to stop him. He has the keys and he seems stubborn as heck. Grumbling to myself, I let him get in the driver’s seat and take me home. I guide him to my house, relieved when we make it in front of my home. I wait for him to join me on the pavement, and he gives me my keys back before leaning against my car.

“Did you receive my flowers?” He asks me.

Oh.

“Yes.” I reply. “They’re pretty.”

“Do you accept my apology?” He enquires, stepping in front of me, trapping me between him and my car. I swallow and nod.

“Great.” He smiles to me. 

“Now that I’m forgiven, I think we should drop the honorifics.” He proposes.

“This whole Miss Fair Mr Jeon thing is getting old.” He shrugs. Oh hell no!

“I’d rather we didn’t.” I counter.

“Why?”

“I don’t call my clients by their name.” I lie.

“Well, in case you still haven’t figured, I hope to be more than a client to you.” He replies, his tone changing, becoming low and inviting. I refrain a gasp and try to hold his smoldering gaze.

“Mr Jeon, this is highly inappropriate.” My voice is almost as quiet as a whisper.

“Yeah.” He breathes, nodding. Yeah?

Yeah, it’s inappropriate, and he knows it. What kind of excuse was that. Everything about this is inappropriate, I bet that’s why he wants to have sex with me.

“Should I give the project to Mrs Bingfield?” He proposes, tilting his head to the side. My jaw drops.

“I wouldn’t be your client.” He shrugs. I scoff. He narrows his eyes at me.

“So I guess that’s not the actual reason you won’t have sex with me.” He guesses correctly, and a shiver runs down my spine when he says ‘sex’. I’m in so much trouble.

“If you have no reasonable reason, that could mean you’re scared.” He muses. “If you tell me what you’re scared of, I’ll do my best to reassure you.”

I blink, his words echoing and bouncing in my head. 

And then I see him, really see him. 

He’s there, using his charms to pin me against my car, all cocky and arrogant, talking about how he’ll do what it takes to get me in his bed. He’s human garbage. He’s just a rich, power hungry arse who likes to seduce women. He’s playing with me.

I’m a conquest for him, a challenge.

I know that all too well, and it all comes back to me like a nasty aftertaste.

“So, whatever happens you’ll be the one to make it all. better.” I scoff.

“I’ll try.” He shrugs a shoulder. I’m such a fuck-up. He’s just plain trash, how could I have missed that. He’s hot, alright, but he just emanates with manwhore energy and now I want to throw up.

“I absolutely abhorre men like you.” I grind out in his face, using my sketchbook to poke at his chest and push him away. He takes step back, frowning deeply.

“You can keep your project. And your dick in your pants for that matter.” I mutter before pushing past him, and go home without a single look back in his direction.

[yourdreamscenarios]

When he finds out your manager abused you

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You were barely awake when you walked down the hallway, blindly trying to find your way towards the kitchen. Jungkook was definitely going to complain because you had decided to get out of bed without him and as soon as he would find out you weren’t there when he woke up he would start whining. But you’d woken with the intense need to use the bathroom so you hadn’t really had another choice but to get up unless you wanted your bladder to explode. And what was the use of getting back to bed now? You wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep anyway and you would just risk waking up your boyfriend, who was very fond of his sleep these days. You were sure you would feel a lot better after a good cup of coffee and a few minutes to wake up slowly. Yet, those plans seemed irrelevant as soon as you entered the kitchen. Somehow you had ended up sleeping at Jungkook’s dorm tonight, because you’d been too tired to drive back by yourself and he didn’t think it was safe for you to be outside in the middle of the night. 

And so the two of you had ended up in his bed instead, and now you were walking into their kitchen, noticing that a few of the boys were already awake. “_____________! I didn’t know you were staying over. Do you want breakfast?” Seokjin asked, turning his head towards you to send you a friendly smile. He was standing behind the stove, busy with some eggs in a pan and some bacon in the other. Who were you to decline a gesture of such sort? “Yeah, that would be nice, thanks.” You muttered, returning his smile as you walked over towards the coffee machine, where you found Yoongi leaning against the counter. He was glaring through the window, staring at something you weren’t able to see. There could only be a few explanations to why he was in such a bad mood, or someone had woken him up before his alarm went off, or someone had woken him up while he wasn’t even supposed to be awake. 

“Morning.” You said softly, hoping you wouldn’t annoy him any further as you sneaked past him and tried not to trip as you reached for the coffee machine. There weren’t many things that were able to wake you up, almost none expect for Jungkook being his usual self in the morning or a good and strong prepared coffee. The smell of food was filling the room and you were sure that those who were awake but weren’t around yet would soon be attracted by the lovely smell. Soon the room would be filled with guys. “Is Jungkook still in bed?” Jimin asked as he entered the room, as if on cue. He immediately picked out one of the chairs behind the counter and settled himself on it. His friendly eyes were directed towards you when you reached upwards towards the cabinet where you knew they were keeping the cups. “Yeah, he was sleeping like a baby.” You said, watching the way he chuckled before nodding. Tiptoeing you grabbed one of the mugs and placed it down on top of the sideboard. You could feel Yoongi’s eyes on you, even though it hadn’t seemed like he had heard you. But his boring and intense gaze was impossible to ignore and somehow you ended up being distracted by it. 

Blinking in confusion you allowed your eyes to lock with his, and you were surprised to see the suspicious expression on his face. Even though you had no idea what was going through his head, your heart immediately began to pound inside of your chest. “Are you alright Yoongi?” You asked, not sure if you should be worrying. As far as you could remember you hadn’t really done anything to piss him off and you were sure that this time it hadn’t been you and Jungkook who had woken him overnight. Yet, whatever he seemed this serious about, it didn’t seem as if he was planning on sharing it with you. Instead a smile magically appeared onto his face, almost making it seem as if the previous moment never happened. There wasn’t a single sign of his bad mood, and all of a sudden he seemed airy and careless. Something definitely wasn’t right, you had never seen his behavior changing so quickly before. “I’m fine, didn’t sleep well, that’s all. I’m just going to check on Jungkook real fast, I have something to discuss with him but I didn’t get to it last night.” He said, settling his cup of coffee on the counter beside him before pacing away. 

Opening your mouth you wanted to tell him that you’d just mentioned him being asleep, and that he wouldn’t be awake yet. Surely whatever they had to discuss could wait until breakfast? But before you were able to do as much, he was gone. Frowning deeply you stared inside of his mug, where his coffee was almost left untouched, still steaming hot. He never left his coffee and he hated it when it got cold. “Breakfast is ready!” Seokjin shouted loudly through the room, causing you to shake out of your thoughts and get back to reality. Your stomach rumbled at the sight of the freshly cooked meal waiting for you in the middle of the table and you tried to get rid of the itchy feeling you felt before walking up towards the others. Choosing the chair next to Jimin’s, you sat down with a thud, heaving a deep sigh. There was something about this situation that made you feel uncomfortable, because no matter how paranoia it sounded, you felt as if it had something to do with you. But as far as you could tell you hadn’t done anything different than usual. 

You’d stayed over at the dorm so many times before and you always did the same thing. You always asked for your cup of coffee in the morning, until the guys had told you to simply take it instead of asking. You were wearing the same pajamas you had worn last time and your hair was still a mess, but it always was. What could have been so shocking to make Yoongi react in the way he had? “Hey, are you okay? Did you and Jungkook fight or something?” Jimin asked as he propped a piece of meat inside of his mouth. His attentive eyes were drawing you as you took your share of food and picked up your fork. You could probably spend the next couple of hours wondered about what had just happened, while you should just enjoy your time with the boys. They were so busy lately, you barely got to see them or spend time with them. “No, we’re good. I saw your performance last night, you were really good.” You mentioned, hoping to change the topic. You were done talking about you, it was time for you to start thinking about something else. 

“I know right! We nailed it.” Seokjin said as he sat down across of you, grabbing a plate and scooping up some scrambled eggs and bacon. With a smile on your face and your mouth full with food you scrunched your nose at him. His confidence suited him, and it was definitely well deserved. You were sure people were still talking about that performance, it had been a masterpiece. The past few weeks you’d heard Jungkook talking about how much they had practiced for it and how excited he had been to show it to everyone. And they had every right to be proud, it was the best performance of the entire show. The amount of special effects and the lighting had definitely been a big help, but if it hadn’t been for them the performance hadn’t even looked interesting. “The hard part is to keep it that way. Now what are we going to do next time?” Seokjin muttered, and Jimin quickly jumped in on that, telling him about the many ideas which had already popped up inside of his mind. Even though your performance had been remarkable as well, you couldn’t say that it had been as much of an eye catcher as BTS. 

But you and your members worked hard to give the best of yourselves and to show it to the world. Sadly enough, it didn’t seem like everyone agreed to that. Thinking back about last night events it still seemed as if you had swallowed a brick, and it was weighing heavily inside of your stomach. Swallowing your eggs you tried your hardest to ban it from your mind. The past was the past, and it couldn’t be changed. “Anyway, we saw your performance too! It was great, Hoseok and Taehyung were rocking to your song the entire time. You should watch a reaction video on youtube.” Jimin advised and somehow you were able to imagine exactly how each of them had reacted. It wasn’t really hard to figure it out. Yet, you usually avoided watching your own performance video’s on youtube, because you knew not all of the comments would be as nice. Seokjin opened his mouth to say something, but he wasn’t even able to form a single word before being interrupted by a storm blazing through the room, surprising everyone. 

The three of you all looking up to see Jungkook rushing around the corner and entering the room. His hair was a mess and he literally looked as if he had been awake for only a few seconds. “Jungkookie…” Jimin started in greeting, but his voice faded when he noticed the look on the younger once’s face. It was as if something had enlightened inside of him and it had set his insides on fire. There was something wild inside of his eyes, as if he was going to punch someone, and he was planning to make it hurt. And the worst thing, his eyes were pointing straight at you. “You, me, a word. Now.” His voice was stern and made sure to let everyone know that he wouldn’t accept an argument. Yet, you could hear the vibrations inside of it, indicating how angry he was and how much he had to control himself in order not to scream. Everyone seemed to notice it, because no one dared to speak up. You watched the way Seokjin leaned back in his chair in front of you, while Jimin just sat silently, his gaze lingering in between you and your boyfriend. He had just asked you if something was wrong, and you had told him there wasn’t. And now Jungkook came in, furious and boiling and it seemed like it was your fault. 

Not knowing what else to do you pushed your chair back, trying not to make any odd or big movements. Somehow you felt vulnerable under his look, even though you couldn’t even think of what the hell you could have done to deserve this. Last night he had been all over you and you had cuddled before falling asleep, what could have happened between then and now which had caused him to loose his shit? Yet, that was when you noticed Yoongi standing behind him, with once again that serious and criticizing expression on his face. You’d known he was up to something, and it seemed like you were about to figure out what that was. You ignored him as you followed behind Jungkook, who turned his back on you as soon as he noticed you were planning on listening to him. It seemed like no one was allowed to hear the conversation the two of you were about to have because he seemed to be leading you back towards his bedroom. You couldn’t believe that this wonderful morning had turned into something this dramatic in just a matter of seconds. Crossing your arms over your chest you walked into the room, stopping in the middle as you refused to face him, your stubborn side showing. 

Who did he even think he was? He shouldn’t be able to talk to you like that and definitely not in front of his friends, Throwing commands at you like you were some sort of dog. No matter what he was angry about, he could have talked to you in a very different manner. “I need you to explain me something.” He muttered, his voice still pinched and low, causing you to press your lips together in dislike. Through the window in front of you, you could see that he was walking up to you and at a certain point you could feel him right behind you, the warmth of his chest radiating to you. The blankets of the bad were messily hit back, showing you of how much in a hurry he had been to get out of the room. “I don’t need to do anything.” You spat back, turning on your heels and facing him. He was indeed standing right in front of you, and you had to look up at him in order to catch his eye. He poked his tongue into the side of his cheek, a sign which told you that he was annoyed. You expected him to say something, to lash out on you again and throw some silly accusation at your head, but his next move overwhelmed you. You almost flinched when his hands shot forward and one encircled around your wrist while the other tugged down the sleeve of your shirt, revealing your arm. 

Somehow you could sense your mouth get dry while at the same time adrenaline seemed to flow through your veins. How the hell could he have known? “What is this?” He asked, his gaze drilling into yours as you pouted your lips. In your mind you were going through all the options you had, about the excuses you could come up with. The real story still caused shame to color your cheeks and you surely didn’t want to think about it. “I fell.” You muttered softly, your eyes lingered away from his, which had been the wrong thing to do. His anger was practically radiating from him as he pointed towards the bruises running along your lower arm. “Don’t lie to me! Who did this to you?” He ranted, and it seemed as if he finally lost his patience as his voice got louder. You didn’t like it when he yelled at you like this, and you surely didn’t like the tone he was using against you. Tugging your wrist closer you tried to get him to let go, but he firmly held on. “Let go of me Jungkook.” You spoke calmly, hoping that it would get some sense into him. This wasn’t some sort of conversation you wanted to be yelled at. 

“No, I’m not letting go before you’re telling me the truth.” He informed while his fingers tightened around you. You could feel your already sore skin twitch underneath his touch, causing your voice to crack as you yelled at him. “Let go Jungkook! You’re hurting me!” You blurted and it was almost as if you had just slapped him in the face. Because in a matter of seconds his hand disappeared and he took a step back. Some of the anger seemed to fade from him as his look softened, his hands colliding together in front of his chest nervously. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…” He mumbled and you could tell he was ashamed of himself. Brushing across your sore skin you took a deep breath. If there was one thing you were sure about it was that he would never intentionally hurt you. And if it hadn’t been for the bruises you’d had already his hold wouldn’t even have been noticeable. “I just… Suga hyung saw the bruises and he told me about it. I can’t believe you hid them from me! We’re supposed to talk about these kind of things.” He said, running his hands through his hair. Sighing deeply you tugged your sleeve back down your arm, no longer feeling the need to look at the purple colored shapes on your wrist. 

You knew that you should have told him about it, but you didn’t want him to worry. Besides, you had barely known how to deal with it yourself, so you definitely didn’t know what you were supposed to say. You walked towards the bed and sat down on the edge, watching the way he stood there, waiting for an answer. “It happened last night, after the show.” You started, feeling the intense need to look at anything but him as you recalled the events of last night. All six of you had been so excited to perform, you had practiced hard and you had just wanted to show everyone what you had been working for this past few months. It was supposed to be great, but of course, mistakes were easily made. “Elena made a choreography mistake on stage, I can’t even remember what it was. Anyway, our manager did and he wasn’t pleased.” You mumbled, and you could watch every single one of Jungkook’s muscle tense underneath his shirt, the vein in his neck pumping at the rhythm of his probably fast beating heart. “And so he did this to you?” He asked, looking as if he wanted to hit something. A red color was spreading across of his cheeks as he blew them up. 

“He was going to do something, and I couldn’t just let it happen. So I stood up for her, and then this happened.” You decided not to reveal too many details, of how he had screamed at all of you and had throw a bottle of water around the room. It hadn’t been pretty and you had never seen him so angry before, so you knew it wasn’t his usual behavior. Still, that didn’t give him the chance to treat any of you like that. Jungkook’s silence showed how disapproving he was as he walked towards you and threw himself down on the bed next to you. He brushed his hands across his face before he turned his face to you, the anger inside of them seemed different now. You knew he just wanted to yell at your manager this time around, but not at you. “This can’t happen again.” He whispered, a big contrast to how he had sounded before, but you knew he meant it and you knew he was right. Your manager shouldn’t be allowed to show this kind of behavior. “What am I supposed to do?” You asked, knowing that you didn’t just want everything to get messed up because of this and you surely didn’t want everyone to find out. But it seemed like that wasn’t very hard, since even Yoongi had realized something was up and you weren’t even that close. “We’ll figure it out. But I’m not going to allow anyone to treat you like that.” He said, and you could only send him a smile. You knew that in the end he would always try to do what was best for you. He wasn’t supposed to find out, but now that he had, you knew that you should have told him all along. “Yeah, we’ll figure it out.” You repeated, watching the way his shoulders finally seemed to relax as he reached towards you. Wrapping his arms around you he pulled you in for a hug, and honestly, that was exactly what you needed right now. “But I am going to kick his ass.” He mumbled inside of your hair, causing you to chuckle. 

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[jiminies-ahmee]

night 5 of midnight writings

Just imagine warm palms pressing against your cold cheeks as Jungkook goofily smiles. He asks if you’re okay and you nod, because you’re more than okay. He lets out a giggle before removing his hands from your face to tightly grip your shaking hands. Jungkook had already given you his jacket, yet you were still cold. Still holding your hands in his, he brings them to his lips, pressing a light kiss against the back of your hand before blowing air into them. You laugh at his actions, but appreciate his effort. He sighs, shaking his head slightly as he mutters something about this being “your idea”, to which you simply roll your eyes. Reaching for the hood of his jacket which now rests on your shoulders, he pulls it over your head, carefully tucking stray hairs behind your ear. You watch him closely as he does so, seemingly entranced by the way the lights of the city reflect against his hazel orbs. He knows you’re staring, and though it used to frighten him, it only makes him feel happy now. So happy, he feels as if he were on a white, fluffy cloud. Satisfied with your hair, he steps back and says it’s time to head back. Perhaps a late night walk in the cold hadn’t helped bring sleep any nearer, but it had warmed both your’s and Jungkook’s hearts.

[kpoptart216]

If I didn’t love them enough

UNICEF is close to my heart and I’m an active member. I have spent countless hours over my college career working on projects to fundraiser money for UNICEF and so this is truly, truly heartwarming. I even started to tear up. Words can’t even begin to describe how much this will help the these kids in need. Bless their hearts ❤️

[kpoptart216]

(W)rapped Around Her Finger

A/N: I had my first request sent into my inbox. Thanks for trusting me enough to write something for you, I feel like what I write is trash. I don’t want to make this a series but I can see this being longer than one part haha. ALSO I suck at coming up with titles as you can see

Request: can i request a yoongi or jhope fanfic? im not creative maybe where you're both famous rappers and he has a huge crush on you i cant think of a plot (sorry) so surprise me! :) but i would like angst and fluff :)) thank you in advance if you decide to do it!! 💕💕

Pairing: J-hope x Reader (Ugh I love this little ball of sunshine so much I can’t stop writing about him.)

Summary: You and J-hope are both rappers and he seems to have a huge crush on you although you have always failed to see it. 

Genre: Angst,Fluff.

You knew from a young age that you wanted to pursue music and your parents allowed you to venture off into the field. They put you in all sorts of music classes, but little did they know that you would end up picking rapping.

They were a little disappointed with your choice, but tried their hardest to support your choices. You struggled for years, trying to make it big in the field. You slowly started to believe that you didn’t have what it took, but life has it’s way of opening doors for you when you least expect it.

You auditioned for a rather small company named BigHit and passed the initial audition. As later rounds passed, though, you were asked to do many other things. You were decent at singing and dancing, but you never thought it was good enough to show anyone else but your shower head.

You were accepted as a trainee with other girls and within a few years, you debuted as a girl group. You were the lead rapper, but you also sang here and there. Dance also became another way to express yourself, something that you didn’t realize was possible.

Within a few years, you and your were taking over charts left and right with each song you released and the company also allowed you to release music of your own. Music of your choice.

However, BigHit also debuted another group a year before you. BTS was taking the world by storm. Their success shocked you and you hoped that one day, you too could attain that level of success with your group.

Your group and BTS rarely crossed paths. They debuted before you if they weren’t busy doing something in Korea, they were touring the rest of the world. You wondered if they even knew who you were sometimes. “They must know their hoobaes...right?” you said to yourself one day as you walked into an empty practice room.

After promoting your latest album for the last couple of weeks, you were finally done and were given time off. Your favorite thing to do was chilling in the practice room by yourself and do whatever just came naturally to you: rap.

BTS had finally come back from tour a few weeks ago and they were already preparing their next comeback. The boys were planning to record tonight and they all excitedly ran through the familiar halls of BigHit, eager to record the new song produced by both Namjoon and Yoongi.

Taehyung ran excitedly ahead, excited to see some other producer hyungs and the rest of the maknae line shortly followed him. However, they soon stopped in front of the room in which you were in, peeking behind the door.

“Yah, what are you peeking at?” Jin asked as the Hyung line slowly followed.

“Isn’t she Y/N? Apart of the new girl group?” Taehyung asked Jimin as they still continued to peep through the door.

Hoseok had heard of your group and he felt bad that he never got to interact with another group from his company. Soon enough, he too was peaking behind the door. Namjoon, Jin, and Yoongi decided they were better than that and headed to the studio. “Meet us there when you guys are done drooling” they said as they walked past.

“SHH Hyung she’s going to hear us!” Jungkook said.

But you couldn’t. You were too immersed in the music and you had your earphones in. You sat on the floor, looking at the lyrics you wrote when you had time and rapped away, not noticing the set of four eyes on you.

Something stirred inside of Hoseok. The way you effortlessly rapped, or the fact that when you messed up, you would lightly hit your head. The way you smiled when you knew you got something right, or the way you stuck your tongue out when you realized you didn’t like that one line in the lyrics. He couldn’t help but smile at you small figure sitting in the corner of the room. 

“Wahhh, she’s really pretty!” Taehyung whispered. 

“Should we introduce ourselves?” Jungkook asked. 

“No we should wait to introduce ourselves to the whole group. We should go for now” Jimin said as he pulled the two younger ones with him. “Hyung you coming?” he asked as he started to walk towards the studio.

“Huh? Yeah..yeah just give me one second” Hoseok said, not really listening to Jimin.

“Ooh looks like someone’s fallen in love at first sight” Jungkook teased.

Usually Hoseok would get his revenge on the maknae for making such a comment, but he couldn’t really hear anything but you rap at the moment. While you were completely immersed in the music, Hoseok was completely immersed in you.

Hoseok continued to stare your way, not even noticing the time passing. Suddenly, though, his phone started to buzz in his pocket and before he knew it, his ringtone filled the hallway and your room with it’s sound. And thats when you noticed him. He fumbled with his phone, trying to turn it to silent and you got up, tearing the headphones off of your head and staring wide eyed at Hoseok.

“Hello, Sunbae!” you say excitedly, quickly identifying the man behind the door.

“Uhh hi! I didn’t mean to scare you. You’re...You’re Y/N right?” he asks as he runs his hand through his hair.

“Yes! You know me? Wow! It’s so nice to meet you finally!” You say back.

Hoseok couldn’t help but smile at you. “You..You rap really well” he says as he gives you your biggest smile.

Since that night, about 2 months passed. Since that night, many things changed. Since that night, you made seven new friends. Since that night, you made one new best friend.

Hoseok and you spent a lot of time together since. You both started to spend your free time together and it nice spending time with someone who wasn’t in your group for a change.

Hoseok’s small crush had grown into something far bigger. He got butterflies every time he saw you. He loved making you laugh with his stupid faces and aegyo. He was mesmerized at the way you rap. The way you wrote lyrics. The way you learned to carry yourself on stage. You had a confidence in you that he admired. But at the same time, you were just a soft squish when it came down to it. Your voice was angelic to him. He loved your casual style, the way you wore your skinny jeans and converse. But he also loved how feminine you were when you pulled out a dress sometimes too. 

He was surprised you never caught him staring at you because god knows everyone else caught it. Hoseok’s managers even warned him not to drool.

Hoseok constantly would seek you out, asking your opinion on the music he himself wrote to. He valued your input, not just because he adored you, but because what you said made sense.

Hoseok was falling for you hard and falling for you fast, but he realized that you might not feel the same way. And it scared him. He became so used to seeing you around in his daily life, that he didn’t remember what it was like when you weren’t in his life. He tried to swallow his feelings, knowing that you two shouldn’t date anyways. But he realized he needed you in his life one way or another. 

I can’t lose her...

A/N: SO looks like there’s going to be another part to this. I don’t want to write like a huge story all in one go. I kind of know what I want to do with this, so hopefully I can get out the next part sometime soon! THE ANGST WILL COME XD Thanks for requesting!! :D