#jungkook x reader x jieun

[kooktrash]

guys my age | jeon jungkook

summary: a summer spent at your friend’s place wasn’t something to be anything to look forward to. her hot, young dad would seem to change that for you when you decide a game of teasing would suffice your boredom. you got more than you bargained for when you realize he’s not a fan of games.

➣ pairings: dilf jk x female college student!y/n [she/her]

➣ genre/au: dilf au, best friends father, summer house, smut, age gap [38 & 21] pent up sexual frustration

warnings: 9.5K words. smüt. 6 9 position [ oral f & m receiving] use of protection. roūgh missionary. they go like three rounds. reader gets on top. dirty talk, use of ‘little girl, slüt, etc but lightly] y/n is a man eater lowkey. jk wants to resist but he can’t lol. y/n is rich and spoiled, Y2K style. big bOobs lol. y/n is besties with jk’s daughter. stays at summer home. y/n is a cöçk tease. always teasing him. lawyer jk, with tattoos and piercing. y/n has bellybutton piercing

song inspo: cola — lana del rey [i got a taste for men who are older] affection — abra [did you close your eyes and think about me like I think about you?] guys my age — hey violet

Illicit Desires | DILF!Jungkook collab

The blaring sun burned against your skin, your patience running thin the longer you waited outside. A key was being jammed into the doorknob with no luck to actually get it to function. You were tired, hot, and hungry—never a good mix when it came to your mood. Your feet hurt from the kitten heels you wore and the black handle of your suitcase was getting hot with the summer heat.

“Hurry up,” you whined, a manicured hand with long pink nails waving in an attempt to fan yourself. Only seconds later the click of the lock was heard and the door was opening. You and the person in front of you groaned in relief and you were trudging inside the large house you’d be spending your summer at.

“My dad’s not home so we’ve got the place to ourselves for a couple hours, what should we do?” Your friend, Jieun, asked once the two of you made it to the stairs to take your things to her room. You gave a shrug in response, “I don’t know, I’m hot, I can’t think.”

“Oh, so you think you’re hot?” She joked with you knowing that was not at all what you meant but you winked at her anyway. Your gum smacked with each chew as you looked around her bedroom that looked fit for a teen which made sense since she’s been rooming with you in the dorms for the last two years.

“I thought you didn’t like your daddy,” you were teasing but also serious when you sat on her bed, skirt shifting to show more thigh. Jieun just sighed, opening her drawers to pull out a bikini, “It’s complicated. The divorce with my mom was ugly and it was only three years ago. I was a teen so I held a lot of resentment toward him and her.”

“Wasn’t she the one who cheated?” You asked curiously as she passed you your smaller bag for you to fish out a bikini. Jieun nodded, “Yeah, I know but my dad was always busy. Always gone for work and I don’t know, 17 year old me wished he was around more so she wouldn’t feel so lonely.”

You let the subject go in order to change out of your clothes that had been way too hot for the heat and into something way too small. A hot pink bikini with small triangles covering your breasts and a small pair of bottoms with silver links to hold it together. Jieun directed you outside and she went to get drinks and snacks for you two before joining you. You managed to pull a heart shaped floaty toward you and laid inside of it with your legs hanging out the side and a cherry coke in your hand.

“Is your dad hot?” You asked looking over your sunglasses as they hung low on your nose bridge. Jieun rolled her eyes as you passed her the donut floaty.

“Don’t ask me,” Jieun said as she finally made it on, “And leave my dad alone, the old men you like are sad.”

“Whatever, I was just asking,” you laughed, “And I’ll have you know I prefer them younger.”

She just rolled her eyes moving next to you and the two of you floated in the pool for a good while before dropping yourselves into the cold water. You played only one round of mermaids until you swear you died and came back to life.

At the sliding door stood a man, a very attractive older man dressed in a forest green matching shirt and shorts that could pass as pajamas. His shirt was slightly transparent but unfortunately you couldn’t see much. He slid the glass door open coming out with a pair of black sunglasses that he pushed up to his hair. Jieun turned to look at what you’d been staring at and she waved a hand, “Hey.”

The man’s eyes swept back to you, “Hey.” Jieun swam to the edge of the pool pulling herself up with absolutely no grace and pointed to you, “This is my roommate Y/n, she’s staying with us this summer.”

“Oh really?” He asked looking to her, “I don’t remember you telling me about this.”

She just shrugged, taking her towel and stretching one out for you to grab. You dragged yourself to the edge of the pool before placing your hands on the edge and pulling yourself up in one go. You didn’t notice the way Jieun’s dad watched the water cascade down your breasts to your stomach and thighs until you dragged yourself up. You took the towel from Jieun and dried yourself off looking back to him, “Hello Mr. Jeon, I’m Y/n, Jieun’s roommate for the past two years.”

You placed your hand in his as greeting and he gave it a firm shake, “Call me Jungkook, has Jieun gotten you set up in the guest room?”

The three of you went upstairs and for some reason you felt the need to walk with a sway in your steps knowing Jieun’s dad was behind you. You also knew you shouldn’t be doing that in just a towel and very skimpy bikini but you didn’t care. You knew in the back of your mind Jieun was one of your best friends and thinking her dad is hot should be weird. You also knew you were going to do what you want anyway and if that was planning a little game for the summer you were going to do it.

In truth, you were a very spoiled person. You came from money and your dad never thought twice about doing what you wanted so obviously you would be spoiled. You didn’t care about the consequences, you just did what you wanted because it was fun. It wasn’t going to be anything serious anyway and it’s only your first day staying here and you had to entertain yourself some way if Jieun wasn’t around.

“Thank you for letting me stay Mr. Jeon, I wouldn’t have had anywhere to go for the summer,” you said once it was just you and him after getting changed. He was bringing in blankets and pillows for you. He stopped to look at you, eyes threatening to trail down your body again but he forced himself to only look at your face, “It’s no problem, did your parents not let you stay with them?”

“They’re away for the summer,” you told him leaning against the back wall as he put the bed sheets on the bed you’d be sleeping on, “They didn’t want me in that big house all by myself for three months.”

“Maybe they don’t trust you,” he said with a small smile trying to make himself feel comfortable around his daughter’s friends. It is very hard to not think about the girl in his house that was so physically attractive it had him anxious. It just wasn’t a good idea to think about a girl his daughter’s age. You had no idea he had these thoughts, all you knew was that you were in the mood to talk, “They don’t, I’m not always the best behaved.”

“In my house, I hope you’ll behave,” he let the words slip before he could stop himself. They sounded more flirty than he meant them to when in reality he just hoped for no trouble with you. You weren’t making this easy when you tilted your head to the side and batted your lashes, “Keep a close eye on me and maybe I will.”

Jungkook seemed to freeze for a moment, his hand fixing the fitted sheet and using his sudden tension to stuff the fabric into the frame. It was silent and when Jieun came up looking at you, “I ordered pizza.”

“Yum,” you smiled cheerfully, “Are you joining us, Mr. Jeon?”

You stood at the doorway facing the stairs but turning your head back to look at him. He was already walking behind you and when you got to the stairs, his hand touched your back lightly. He stared forward, looking distant as he said, “I have to keep an eye on you, don’t I?” With that he looked to you quickly before looking ahead.

The first few days you barely had a chance to see him, you mostly hung out with Jieun and went out with friends. He was up early and got home late so you didn’t see him often. Tonight though, you’ve gotten lucky. Jieun has a date tonight with her boyfriend and she’d be staying the night at his house. Now you would be home alone until Jungkook came home and sometimes it’s not till late evening.

So you spent pretty much all day, after noon, by yourself trying to quench your boredom doing anything you could. Now you’re outside again tanning by the pool, or attempting to. The sun was already setting so there wasn’t much left and yet you remained outside.

“Jungkook, man, are you even listening right now?” A voice boomed through the speaker of his cellphone. He could barely make out the person’s voice as he held his phone away in a trance. His attention was elsewhere, somewhere he shouldn’t be focusing on, but he was.

It was hard not to stare at the view just on the other side of the sliding door. This time you were in yellow. A bright pastel that had a silver heart ring holding your top together at your breasts. From here he could see the belly button ring you had and you just looked… like sin. He was too lost to notice the way you pushed your glasses down to stare back at him. It wasn’t until you gave a little wave that he snapped out of it.

“Yes, I’m listening,” he muttered back to Taehyung as he went back to the kitchen to at least pretend like he wasn’t watching you. It was wrong, you were his daughter’s age but you just looked so damn good. And you know you’re attractive, you know that just one look and someone would squirm and currently that’s him. He has no business being 38 watching a girl who is barely 21 and thinking about the way your bottoms hugged your ass that he catches himself looking at from time to time.

His hand ruffled his hair in an attempt to shake the thought of you away, “But I should go, I’ve gotta start dinner.”

“Oh, but I wanted to know how it’s been having Jieun back? Does she come home for dinner everyday?” Jimin asked, still trying to keep a conversation going but then you came in. The tiniest denim shorts on with the button and fly open showing off your stomach and a small triangle of the yellow bottoms. You seemed to forget a shirt, sauntering into the kitchen in just the tiny bikini top and shorts, a pretty smile on your face, “You’re home, I was feeling lonely.”

His phone nearly slipped out of his hand.

Snap out of it, Jungkook, he’s reacting nervously around you and he shouldn’t.

“I’m about to start dinner,” was all he said to you before continuing his conversation with Jimin, “It’s been good but she’s not home today. She’s spending her night with Yoongi.”

You sat at the island leaning against the marble counter, pressing your chest into it and his eyes flickered to the way they seemed to bulge even more than usual. Oh God.

He could see small, hard buds through the fabric, “Jimin I’ve gotta go, I’m going to start cooking.” He needs a cold shower, like now.

“Or we can order,” You said once he was off the phone, “I’m sure you’ve had a long, hard… what’s the word I’m looking for?”

“Day?” the word came out in a stutter that had his neck heating up in embarrassment. Why was he getting flustered? He’s had very little interaction with a woman consistently, aside from the women at work and they were nothing like you. They wore gray pencil skirts and white button ups—not yellow bikinis where he could see your hardened nipples poking out. This doesn’t mean he hasn’t had opportunities to date in the last three years but with his divorce and busy with work all the time he didn’t go out. He was a boring man in his eyes.

You flashed him an innocent smile that he’s not sure he believed, “Then I’ll treat you to dinner tonight, a thank you for letting me stay. Should I call and order?” Unsure of what would come out if he opened his mouth, he just gave a subtle nod.

“I’m going to shower while we wait,” he cleared his throat awkwardly. You told him okay, ordered, and then showered yourself.

For dinner you had Italian and you were fully dressed now—still not enough for his prying eyes—but enough for him to focus on his food. He hates to admit that he’s way too curious tonight to ask questions, “What are your thoughts on Yoongi? Does he treat Jieun right?”

“Mhm,” you nodded with a light bite on your lip, “The sweetest, perfect for her.”

“For her? Wouldn’t everyone want a sweet guy?” He’s not sure why he asked or why he was curious to see what you’d say. All he knew was that his plate of food was no longer being eaten, and instead played with by scraping his fork against it. He avoided your eyes and you loved every second of it. He was just so cute getting nervous by a younger woman like you. It’s just too tempting to wanna make him squirm. A big, bad man like him falling underway by your teasing.

“I like them a little meaner, a little more authoritative,” you said looking up at him, “Like the ones who can put me in my place when I’m being difficult.”

“Hm,” he hummed in thought looking into your eyes, “Difficult?”

“Yes, I have a tendency to want what I want and find a way to get it,” you told him, voice more assertive, “And if I don’t get it, I become a huge brat.”

“So someone who can handle you?”

“Yes, but I’m a lot to handle, Jungkook,” you said his name laced with lust and if he said it didn’t go straight to his flaccid member, he’d be lying. He took a big drink from his glass of wine, “I’m sure someone is up for the task.”

“I hope so, I can get very impatient,” you raise your glass to your lips to drink, your eyes locked with his. With that you stood up with your plate, “Are you done?”

He gave a silent nod, not trusting himself to bite back a comment about how he has no patience for teasing. He’s not even sure those would be the exact words he’d say, or if he’d say how capable he is of putting someone in their place. You took his plate and washed them before excusing yourself to your bedroom to answer some call. He caught a small glimpse of the name already calling you and it was a man.

It’s been two weeks. Two hard weeks of forcing himself to not think about his daughter’s friend, but it’s been so damn difficult that you’re clouding his vision. All the looks you sent his way whenever you were with Jieun or the little comments you’d make that had his head spinning in guilt and lust. It’s been too long since he’s slept with a woman and anytime he sees you, he’s reminded of it. Like right now.

He was supposed to be working on a case with his partner, Namjoon, but he was distracted. They worked at the kitchen table but then you came in with a short, fitted black dress that barely covered your butt. Even Namjoon seemed to turn and stare when you opened the fridge and bent down at the waist to look inside. Jungkook’s head rested on his palm as he watched, half hoping your dress would rise just a little more but it didn’t, sadly. He was supposed to be doing all the paperwork that laid across the dinner table, not stare at you rummaging through the fridge.

You pulled out a bottle of pineapple juice, sipping from a straw as Jieun came down just a little more dressed down as she asked, “Is he almost here?”

Jungkook snapped his attention back to you in confusion. Is who almost here? “Are the two of you going out with Yoongi?”

“I am, Y/n’s meeting up with a guy, so lucky you dad, you might get the house to yourself,” Jieun said putting a hand on his shoulder waving a greeting to Namjoon, her father’s friend.

“Don’t miss us too much,” you teased, making him look back at you. “How well do you know this guy?”

“Just enough, we had a couple classes together,” you said with a shrug of your shoulders still sipping on the pineapple juice. He’s sure the taste of the fruit would remain in your body for hours.

Jieun laughed, “Y/n doesn’t need to know him well for her plans tonight.”

You sent her a wink that Jungkook caught and he’d be lying if he said a small part of him didn’t feel… jealous? Upset? Annoyed? All of the above? He doesn’t want both of you gone, he’s gotten used to a full house and he doesn’t want to feel lonely again. Jieun he can understand, she’s seeing her boyfriend but you… you’re not in a relationship. You don’t have any obligation to another man so why can’t you stay home. Despite all the women who notice him, he seems to have a love/hate relationship with the attention you gave him. Part of him wanted nothing to do with you in that sense, but the other was enough to boost his ego. Despite his age he was clearly attractive enough to gain the attention of a 21 year old used to college guys. So, no, he doesn’t want you to go out with one of those guys and remember that Jungkook was a boring lawyer and father of your friend.

“Well he’s outside,” you said looking at your phone, “I guess I’ll head out now.” Jieun joined you when Yoongi sent her the same text and you two were leaving.

“How are you living with that unaffected?” Namjoon finally said once the two of you were out the door. Jungkook shook his head, “I’m not.”

Long after Namjoon left, Jungkook found himself still awake working in his office. It had to be around midnight and he didn’t feel tired, he felt anxious. It stresses him out because why on earth does he feel anxious? He should feel relieved to have time to himself but he doesn’t. He’s currently staring at the clock every five damn minutes. Jieun won’t be coming home, he knows that, but now it looks like you aren’t either.

He shouldn’t care about his daughter’s friend but something about you just draws him in. You were like a succubus in his eyes, a beautiful girl who can draw anyone in and even he fell victim to it. It’s so wrong, you’re too young, you’re his daughter’s friend. But you’re so damn enticing, like every little thing about you. From the way you chew your gum while looking at him to the sway in your hips when you walk. The way you batted your pretty long lashes when you’d ask how his night went. You make little comments that he swears were suggestive that he knew he shouldn’t like, but he does. It makes him blush, honestly.

He knows he’s an attractive man. He’s fit, he’s got the looks, money, age. He has tattoos and piercings and he’s clean. He knows that women at the store try to flirt with him in line. The ones at work always have some favor to ask or some help they need. When he’s at the gym he feels eyes on him but none of it matters. Jungkook has thought about going on dates when he’s been asked and lately he’s been thinking about trying again but he just doesn’t know if he should.

At his age, is it even worth it anymore? His wife of eighteen years cheated on him just three years ago. He doesn’t think about her outside of when it has to do with Jieun but still. That’s the last woman he’s been with, it’s not like he’s your age.

You’re young and a very attractive person. You’ve got the smile, the confidence, the looks, the humor. Honestly, he could go on. He’s thought about it before, you have a way of drawing someone in and clearly it was true. If you’re on a date then obviously you know how to get someone interested, especially if Jieun always jokes about how you string these boys along. Actually, he’s not even sure if what you’re doing now is part of the date.

It’s too late for dinner. That could only mean one thing, you were probably at the guy’s place or maybe a hotel room. If that was the case then clearly you could only be doing one thing. That thought alone was enough to make him stiffen in his chair. He shouldn’t be thinking about all the things you were doing in your little black dress, or even with it off.

Jungkook knows what your body looks like under that dress. He knows that you have a little tattoo on your hip that was only noticeable when you wear one of your tiny bikinis. And god, he shouldn’t, but he feels so damn envious of whoever gets to see what lies under those poor excuses for bikinis. He can only imagine what man you’re with, what hands are touching down your naked body.

The look in your eyes when a certain spot was touched, maybe your back would arch and your hips would buck. Maybe you were sensitive, so damn sensitive that when Jungkook first gets his hands on you, you’ll be dripping in your panties—if you wore any.

Wait.

Fuck.

When did this become an imagination of him being the one touching your body? His jeans seemed to tighten, his member growing more erect with each passing image of you under him. Falling apart with his teasing this time, batting your eyelashes at him like an innocent, sweet girl, when you were anything but. The things he could do to you, teach your body so many different sensations that only he could bring you—

“Mr. Jeon.”

His entire body froze, even the small pulse of his hard length at the sound of your voice. Jungkook snapped his eyes to the door of his office, now more open than before with you standing there looking like a walking sin.

You just called him Mr. Jeon and it seemed to send him back to reality about the fact you were much younger than him. Not only that but a friend of his daughter’s.

“Y/n,” he cleared his throat, shifting in his chair awkwardly, “When did you get home?” Could he call it that? Call it your home when you both know it really isn’t. You giggle softly, pushing off the wall sauntering over to his desk with a little sway.

“Just now, I didn’t want to wake you,” you moved around his desk making him more anxious by the second. He was suddenly too aware of the bulge between his legs due to his perverse thoughts. His hand was suddenly on his lap trying to hide himself when you leaned against the desk, right next to him. Your hands on the wooden table supporting your weight, “But you weren’t even sleeping. Why are you up this late?”

“Couldn’t sleep.” Jungkook looked into your eyes when you frowned. Your face looked flush, eyes a little red and nose puffy. You had a lazy smile, “And here I thought you were waiting up for me.”

“I didn’t even know if you’d be back,” he looked away when you pushed off the desk, shifting his eyes back to his abandoned files. He kept his gaze stuck on it as you walked behind him with a hand on his shoulder, before there were two. His breath hitched as your hands touched his shoulders. You leaned against his back just briefly and he could smell the alcohol on you. It made him tense and he could feel his back muscles twitch. Your palms flattened against his shoulders before sliding them down toward his collarbone as you said, “I bet that worried you. Not knowing what I might be doing, who I might be with.”

He didn’t say anything, eyes failing to stay open when the fabric of his button up shifted against his skin with each drag of your hands across his shoulders, “What are you doing?”

You just smiled looking down at him. You couldn’t see his face but you could see the angle of his head hanging low. You could see the clenched fist around a fountain pen and an arm conveniently placed on his lap. “You just seem so stressed lately. I want to help you relax.”

“Oh,” his voice strained when you nearly closed your hands around his neck, the unbuttoned top of his shirt nearly exposing more of his chest than he wanted it to. “Y/n.”

He needs it to stop.

This needs to stop.

Now. He could feel it, he was very close to snapping. This isn’t right, not at all. But it’s not entirely wrong and it’s all just confusing him and his dick. He had to think of something else but he didn’t want to tell you to stop touching him even if he knows he should.

“How was your date?” He asked, probably one of the worst things to ask but he did so anyway. You didn’t stop your movements, unaware of the way his lips parted when your nails scraped along his chest. God, it felt so damn good to be touched. It was all he could think about and he didn’t want it to be.

“It wasn’t a date,” you told him, continuing your massage, “We went for drinks and, no, nevermind, I won’t say.” You ended with a deep sigh that had him whipping around to stare at you.

“And?” He asked, finally exposing himself to you with disheveled hair, lust blown eyes, and a wrinkled button up. “What else did you do?”

As he asked and his eyes fell upon your neck, something was building up within him. The sight of the small red mark on your neck, “Well?” His voice was deeper, more stern and definitely not happy. He was jealous and you knew it.

“So you were worried,” you giggled, “Were you thinking about it all night? What I might be doing?”

He didn’t confirm nor deny it but he did look away as if he’d been caught. He couldn’t face you but that didn’t stop you from pushing. This was like the red button.

You know you shouldn’t, but you couldn’t stop yourself from pushing.

“Well…” you took a long sigh, a soft moan in thought, “After the drinks we went back to his place and well, you know how that goes.”

“Hm,” was all he said and you stopped running your hands along his shoulders. For some reason he was disappointed that you did. You just smiled, “That’s all I can say unfortunately, I missed you too much to stay the night so I got an Uber and came home.”

“Y/n,” his voice was firm but the hair on his arms rose at the raspy tone of your sleepy voice, “What are you doing?”

“Having a conversation with you,” you told him simply as you moved back against his desk, his knee so close to your leg as his chair spun out just a little. His eyes narrowed, “You know what I’m talking about.”

“I don’t think I do,” even as you said that you bit your lip, “Why don’t you tell me?”

He ran his fingers through his hair, clearly stressed. He can’t just tell you. What if he’s just imagining your touches? Your innuendos? He’s much older than you and for him to be bringing this up was embarrassing enough. So instead of doing it, he just gave up.

“You should go to bed.”

“Are you going to take me?”

It went quiet and you swear his gaze darkened in an instance. You weren’t sure if he was deciphering every meaning behind your response or if he was debating actually doing it. You wanted him to. Just look at him. Whenever you even think about him, every concern for Jieun as a friend completely slips away. He’s just too damn stunning, too damn perfect. The fact that he was older just made it ten times better.

You looked at the clock behind him before saying, “I guess I’ll go, but I’ll miss talking to you.”

“Y/n,” he grabbed your hand, stopping you from walking away. You looked back at him as he stared down at where your hand was in his. No.

No. Jungkook, don’t even if you really want to at least get a kiss. No.

“Yes?”

He cleared his throat preparing himself to talk, “Goodnight.”

You smiled, “Goodnight.”

You left without another word and the second the door shut behind you a breath of relief was pushed out from his stomach to his mouth. “Fuck,” he groaned looking down at his aching member.

He doesn’t think he can resist you the next time.

It happened again a couple nights later. This time around, Jungkook felt even more delusional over it. You were only looking at him but you weren’t being at all appropriate. Especially not now having dinner with Jieun and Yoongi. It was a table of four so he was close to you and God, this was getting harder by the minute—or no, he was.

Your foot was pulling at his pant leg and he had to pretend like it wasn’t affecting him. He listened to you talk to Jieun instead.

“So how was the other night with Jimin?” Yoongi asked you at the dinner table. Jungkook pretended like he wasn’t interested, too focused on his dinner plate. From the corner of his eye is where he watched you. You gave a small shrug, still running your foot past his knee until your leg was on his thigh. He places a hand over your ankle, a small squeeze to try and get you to stop instead of just pushing it away.

His hand was rough with age and work and your foot was smooth. It was big, with long fingers, even his pinky and you wondered what else he could do with them. Jungkook hand began hesitantly caressing your leg as you spoke, “Good, but I’m not going out with him tonight.”

“Someone else?” Yoongi asked as he served you all more food from the middle of the table. You smiled, “Maybe.”

Jungkook’s jaw tensed and he shook your leg off of him. He doesn’t know what you’re trying to do with him but he’s a grown man. If you want to do things with him he’s not going to wait around for you to finish up with another guy. Especially with a guy much younger than him who he knows won’t be able to please you like he could. Just from the way you’ve been acting he knows not everyone can handle you. You’re a cocktease and maybe he’s delusional but he knows you want him. So why are you going on a date with another man?

No.

Why does he care?

Why is he thinking about a girl young enough to be his own daughter? Why is he imagining what you’d look like sitting pretty on his dick. Why doesn’t he care that Jieun is sitting on the other side of him and all he wants is to slide his fingers up your leg and under your skirt. He could if he pulled your chair closer. He really could. He feels guilty but not enough to ignore this anymore, they’re only thoughts anyway. He wouldn’t actually do it… no, never.

“Do you want us to drop you off when we leave?” Jieun asked once dinner had been over. You shook your head, “No, I won’t be with him till later. What time are you getting home?”

“I’m not,” Jieun said, patting Yoongi’s stomach, “Staying at his place.”

“Alright, I’ll probably start getting ready.”

Jungkook went to his office when everyone left. He would do more work tonight, now he’s got all the time in the world apparently.

Once again he was going to be alone in the house.

Once again you were going out with another man.

Once again he finds himself thinking about it and feeling irritated.

Jungkook doesn’t know you have something up your sleeve. He doesn’t know that the whole time you were talking with Jieun all you could think about was how to get her father to fuck you how you’ve been craving all summer.

He couldn’t even concentrate on his case files, he could only think about what you were doing. He hasn’t heard the front door or the sound of your heels clacking on the stairs. You must be in your bedroom trying one one of those tiny little dresses you like to wear.

How was he to know what you were currently doing? Was it through the text he just received with your name displayed. He picked up his phone, unlocked it, and clicked on your message. It was a photo.

“Fucking hell,” he groaned, hand running over his face and into his hair as he looked at it. There’s no mistaking what he’s looking at.

You were sitting on his bed wearing the skimpiest slip of black lingerie he’s ever seen. It was a dress, but it wasn’t even enough to cover the black lace panty you wore. His eyes followed the length of your legs, pressed together so elegantly as you posed in front of his large mirror, perched on the edge of his bed. One of your hands was on your lap, keeping the short dress from showing any sliver of underwear. It was your form of teasing, acting like it was innocent and playing it so poorly, but that’s what you were playing at. You knew what you were doing.

Jungkook knew you were bad news the second he saw you in the pool with his daughter. Even before he saw your body, your eyes were seductive. Your tone was always flirty, and he responded to it. God, since the beginning he would react, always giving a little answer to your flirting, always looking when you wanted him to. Even now, his fingers hovered over the keyboard finding it hard to just tell you to stop. He read over the text attached to the photo.

you: should I wear this out tn?

His breath hitched roughly, tension running through his muscles processing your text. You were apparently showing him something you planned on wearing tonight? Asking for his opinion? Sitting on his bed? There’s no way, absolutely no way you’re doing this to him right now. He dropped his phone on the desk and leaned back against his spinning chair. His hands covered his face, easing some tension away in thought. You’re driving him absolutely crazy. How does he even respond to that? He doesn’t.

You might have really done it this time, you’re not even sure what transpired you to act out this way aside from a selfish need to get what you want. This had started as just a way to not get bored during your summer stay and that was all it was supposed to be. It’s not your fault that Jieun’s dad is the most attractive man you’ve ever laid eyes on. And if things went the way you wanted them too, he would be in the same room as you very soon.

If they didn’t, then it was safe to say you would never show your face around here ever again.

There was a bigger sense of confidence that came with preparing this whole ordeal, but the wait itself broke it down. You were so close to getting up and running out the door when it opened. In walked Jungkook, looking as disheveled as possible but he tried to hold himself together. You looked up at him from your seated position as he took in the sight of you.

“Y/n,” his eyes trailed upwards from your exposed legs to your pretty face. A small choked out groan escaped his lips as he shifted his gaze to the ceiling, “What are you doing?”

“Getting ready?” You asked standing up to look at yourself in the mirror, “How do I look?”

“Y/n,” his voice was stern, turning to face you, “Don’t play with me.” You didn’t bother taking your eyes off your own reflection, capturing his glare through the mirror. “I’m not, Jungkook, I’m just asking a question.”

“Jungkook?” He asked as you finally turned to him, taking a small step closer. He’s so used to hearing you refer to him as Mr. Jeon teasingly that he forgets what it’s like for you to actually say his name. You nodded, standing in front of him, “Or Mr. Jeon?”

He looked down at you now that you were mere inches away from him and he could see the twinkle of mischief in your eyes. You don’t care who he is, you don’t care if he’s older either. He wanted to tell you this was inappropriate and to leave but he would never kick you out. He wouldn’t tell you he didn’t like it either, “Are you wearing this for a boy?”

A boy. Someone younger than him, probably one of those he’s heard you like and it’s not him. He’s a man, he can really show you what it’s like to feel pleasure. You looked down at your slip dress that had him looking down at your exposed cleavage. Without thinking you pressed a finger into his abdomen lightly, “I’d prefer it if it were for a man.”

Jungkook’s gaze didn’t falter away from yours, the sexual tension at a high as he leaned into the touch of your hand as it lowered. You were so close to him, chest nearly against chest and you were wearing so little. He licked at his dry lips, “Why’s that?”

“Guys my age don’t know how to fuck me, Mr. Jeon.”

In an instance, any thought of putting a stop to this vanished. Every reminder that you weren’t just an attractive younger woman expressing interest in him, vanished. All it took was the soft whisper of your response into his ear for his body to turn to mush. Jungkook barely shifted his head to the side when your lips met his, hungry and fast. His hand pressed into the back of your head, tangling in your hair, to keep you from moving back but you wouldn’t dare. The only moment your lips separated was during the first press of your tongues, meeting in the middle with the slide of spit.

Jungkook couldn’t get enough, the last time he had even kissed a woman, touched one in this manner, it had been a while. A long while that created such intense build-up when you came along making him break. The hand that hadn’t been laced in your hair was touching your waist gently but firm. It was soft but you could tell you wouldn’t be moving away anytime soon. It didn’t stop your fingers from trailing even lower than his abdomen, to the belt on his jeans. With one hand you began to tug on the belt loop, turning your neck as he began to leave wet, needy kisses down your jaw, your back arching from the way he had to bend over you to kiss your neck.

He released a low, breathless grunt at the rough pull of his zipper, hips moving with the force. The arm he had on your waist pressed you to his side when your hand dipped into the waistband of his briefs. His other hand left the back of your head, sliding down toward your neck, releasing a short moan, “Y/n.”

It has been too long. Too damn long since the last time a woman touched him. No, it’s been long since he let a woman touch him. Jungkook always had many opportunities to see someone but he never did it. He never seeked anyone out for sex, he just let himself take care of his own needs and feel unsatisfied. Now he’s letting someone young enough to be his daughter put their hand on his dick.

And it felt so fucking good. Jungkook stopped his attack on your neck to take a proper inhale, trying to keep himself under control as you palmed his naked member. Your fingers wrapped around his thick length giving him a soft stroke. You kissed down the expanse of his neck feeling the vibrations of his low groan. Your palm hugged the head of his cock, twisting your wrist and smearing it in his own precum. Your fingers brushed along the underside of his tip and he couldn’t wait. He wanted more.

With the hand that he had on your neck, he held you away from him. Your eyes met, both looking blown out and yet you still managed to look so seductive. His eyes shifted back down to your parted lips releasing small pants of breath. He licked his dry lips and with a raspy voice, he said, “Get on the bed.”

You looked down at his cock that still felt heavy in your grip. With your eyes locked with his, you moved to the bed sitting on the back of your legs, arms on your lap looking oh-so-obedient. His breath hitched at the sight and he was quickly undressing himself the rest of the way standing naked before you as you sat looking pretty in your little black dress. He got on his knees letting them sink to the mattress as you got up too.

A shiver ran down your spine at the feel of Jungkook’s rough fingers running across your shoulders to lower the thin straps of the dress. They trailed down your back softly, catching the ribbon that tied it together against your spine, and undid it The thin, silky fabric dropped down on the bed revealing more of yourself to him. Jungkook looked down at your chest, he was used to the size of them. All summer long you were showing off your pretty tits in tight tops and slutty bikinis, and yet the full view was so much more. Your nipples were pointed out, sensitive from being exposed and his rough, large hands cupped them. You released a quiet whine as his fingers pinched your nipples. Jungkook’s jaw was open, speechless at how soft you felt in his hands, “You’re such a pretty girl.”

You nodded, biting into your lip when he lowered his head to place a kiss on the plumpness of your breast. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders not wanting to stop when his tongue swiped at your nipple, licking it before sucking it into his mouth. Jungkook traveled his hands down to your thong, groping your ass before getting a hold on the material. With little effort on his end, he tore one side at your hips and did the same to the other until it was coming apart from your legs. Your underwear was left ruined as he held you by the waist, guiding you on top of him as he moved to lie back. You didn’t say anything, only soft moans leaving your lips at the way he moved your body around to his liking. You were both fully naked now and he guided you to turn away from him, gripping your thighs as he backed you up to his head and you got the hint.

Jungkook was being impatient, he needed to feel everything. He couldn’t wait to taste your pussy or to feel the tightness of your throat constrict around his large cock. He wanted to do it all now, not later. Later he can explore slowly, learn every way you want to be touched. Because if you think he’s going to be done with you after one round, you’re wrong. He moved his elbows under your knees making sure your thighs hugged the sides of his head and his body shivered. Just above his face was the prettiest little cunt he’s ever seen. Slick coated the outside and pooled at the center. Your clit was in view and the way you arched your back made your pussy pop out more. He swallowed dryly.

How did he manage to get this sight in front of him? He was a fool to think he could withstand your games, clearly not. But he can’t just let you toy with him, he’ll show you how to make a woman cum.

As soon as his wet tongue met your oversensitive clit, you had to cling to his thighs, nails digging into the muscle at his boldness. Your mouth parted in silent moans as his hands pinched your hips, pressing you down further against his mouth, getting the first taste of pussy he’s had in years—even before his divorce. You better believe that he was not doing this to his ex wife the months leading up to separating. Even if he was, nothing would have compared to how eager and wet you were.

“Da—Ju-Jungkook… ” You whimpered as you brought his cock toward your mouth, tongue swiping along his side in hopes of bringing pleasure to him fast. Your tongue began from the base of his cock where his neatly trimmed hair ended, licking all the way to his tip. From there you wrapped your lips around his head letting your tongue swipe along the slit that released clear dribbles of precum. As best as you could, you tried to relax your throat, guiding him down as far as you could.

The feeling of a warm and tight mouth around his dick had him moaning. His eyes rolled in pleasure as his thighs tensed, “Oh fuck, Y/n,” he groaned against your cunt, your wetness running down his chin. “Your mouth feels so good.”

Lewd sounds came from your mouth with each thrust of his cock down your throat, tongue licking as much of his length as you could. Jungkook was getting messier with the need to bring you to an orgasm with his tongue. Slick sounds formed every time he lapped his tongue between your pussy lips, nipping at your clit with each swipe. His fingers were digging small crescents into the roundness of your ass as he made you ride his face harder.

“Oh my god,” you cried out like a whiny brat as your hips twitched in pace with the cool in your lower belly. Jungkook placed a hand behind your head not to apply pleasure but to keep you in place. “Oh my god,” you repeated and you were so damn loud, so shameless with your moans and he’s only used his mouth so far. He’s so thankful you never tried this when Jieun was home. He wouldn’t be able to keep you quiet if his dick was in your tight snatch.

Jungkook was relentless, licking at your cunt even as you released your juices all over his tongue. He ate you out through your orgasm, letting it dribble down his chin that he pressed against your clit, shaking. He was close, so fucking close but if he cums it’s going to be in your pussy. He needs it now.

You nearly fell to your side as he moved you off his lap and you collapsed onto the bed, hand feeling around against the comforter to find your little item. He was too busy fixing himself between your legs to notice you touch a small black package. You picked up the condom moving it in front of him and he took it without a word. Jungkook felt like his hands were shaking as he put it on. The anticipation of being inside you was building up and making him jittery. You were going to be so sensitive with the way he ate your pussy and he was so hard it will be very hard to be gentle. His hips dipped down as his hand lined his cock between your folds. Wetness stuck to the condom, and he began a slow grind making sure to touch your clit as he did so. His hands pressed against the bed near your ribs and looked at the sight. You brought a hand down between your legs, spreading your slick around his cock hoping to get him to just fuck you already. You didn’t want him to tease you or stretch you or gently talk you through it. You want him to stuff you full of his cock and tell you much of a bad girl you are.

You don’t know how to explain but he was such a man. Not a boy, not a college guy or late-twenties coworker. He was a man who worked out every day, trimmed his body hair, cooked meals and did yard work all while looking so unbelievably hot. He would take care of you, he has been taking care of you and you wanted him inside of you now.

With your hand already against his cock you took a hold of him as you lined him up with your entrance hearing a soft grunt leave his lips. Jungkook was going to stop you and do it himself but he found it so much hotter to feel you guide his cock into your pussy. The softest pussy he’s ever felt, hugging his dick with warmth and wetness. Sucking him in as far as you could take him and dragging along his length as he pulled back in a nervous twitch. He won’t last, he won’t last at all

“Come on Mr. Jeon, show me how a real man fu—ohh,” he sank back in, the same vacuum sealed feeling hugging his cock and he found it hard to pull back out. Jungkook was quiet, too focused in the need to just fuck that he’s not paying attention. He’s doing what feels good until you tell him to stop. His hands snuck between the mattress and your ass, finding purchase as he lied down against your body. His knees dug into the bed and the muscles in his thighs flexed with the first real hit of his hips against yours, cock digging in just a little further. Your arms and legs wrapped around him like a baby when his hands held your butt so tightly that your hips lifted off the bed. He fucked you onto his cock, back flexing with each thrust that made his spine protrude in his arched form in an animalistic way.

Jungkook was so turned on, so close to the edge that he wanted to scream. He could hold off so much longer but not right now. Not while your moans tickled his ears and your skin was hot under his mouth with each kiss he placed on your neck. You moaned loudly, “I’m so close, oh… daddy, ohh.”

“Shh,” Jungkook mumbled against your throat, “Just cum baby, be a good girl and cum for me. I want to feel your slutty pussy cum around my clock.” He was so close, he just needed the final push and he wouldn’t be so desperate to get off.

Like before, the only warning you gave to your release was the tremble in your thighs. Jungkook released a low growl that made your throat bob as you practically hugged each other with the way he still held your ass to his cock, both coming undone at once.

Jungkook was heaving for air, legs shaking as he set you back down the inch he lifted you up. Your walls still clenched and unclenched around him and he had to turn you both on your side to be more comfortable as he began to pull out.

He rolled onto his back, hand on chest as he looked up at the sky, “Fuck.”

You smiled moving to sit lips placing a kiss to the line between his feelings the way he gasped for air. You wondered if you’d have to wait for a second round another day. “You’re still hard.”

It was true, despite the puddle of thick semen on his lower stomach, he was still hard, and your hand running up his thighs wasn’t helping. Jungkook looked down at you, “Condom?”

“I’m out but I’m on the pill.”

Jungkook wanted to be more rational but he could. He still needed to feel you on his cock. “Come sit on my dick, pretty baby.”

With a flirty smile you did as told, quickly swinging your legs around his hips as you held his cock up, Jungkook had to bite his lip hard to hold back the moan he was going to let out. This time around, Jungkook didn’t hesitate to place his hands on your hips and push you down his length.

“Y/n,” he moaned as you began to ride him, grinding against his base every time you sank down on his dick. You’d raise your hips and drop them back down against his with a smack. “Fuck, tightest fucking pussy. Fuck, look at you.”

You were such a sight with your pretty face displaying pleasure, your first bouncing with how hard you rode him, belly button ring glistening every time light reflected off the jewels. Jungkook’s hand ran over it before coming up to your breasts. “All summer, teasing me with this body, leaving me to jerk off in the shower to the image of it.”

Your pussy twitched at his words, “I touch myself to the thought of you, Mr. Jeon, I’ve been dreaming of this cock in my pussy.”

Your words traveled straight to his dick, pulsing at the idea of you with your fingers in your cunt fucking yourself to him. You were riding him with such eagerness that the bed shook with each bounce of your hips and his hand couldn’t help but spank your ass urging you on. Once again he felt himself close and he wanted to warn you. He was waiting to know for sure if he was going to when everything seemed to stop except the bounce of your hips splitting your cunt open with his cock. His eyes shot to the bedside table where your phone sat facing up, Jieun’s picture on screen.

His heart stopped, trying to get you to slow down but it was too late. He was reminded of your age and relationship with his daughter. You reached for it before he could stop you and pressed it against your ear fighting his hand that reached for it, “Hello?”

“Hey ugly, is my dad home? He’s not answering his phone.” Jieun asked through the phone. You looked down at Jungkook who shook his head with pleading eyes for you to stay still but not stop. He still needed to cum.

“He probably left in his room,” you said the last words with a grind of your hips that had him biting into his knuckles to fight back a moan. You sat straighter, enjoying the stretch of his cock, “Is there something you want me to tell him before I leave?”

His eyes shifted to you now. What do you mean leaving? You sent him a smile, shaking your head to assure him you didn’t mean it and that you wanted to have fun with him all night. Jieun signed, “Just tell him that I left the keys to Benz on the mantle.”

“Mmm, okay,” you said softly as Jungkook began to respond with his hips bucking to meet yours. He couldn’t hold on anymore. “I’ve gotta go Jieun, I’m about to leave, I’ll tell him.”

You hung up with that and he took your phone dropping it on the mess of pillows on the floor before sitting up to hug your body fo his, “Such a dirty fucking girl.”

“She left the keys to the car on the mantle,” you moaned out as his face dug into your perky breasts, nuzzling into them. He growled in frustration, grinding your hips on his length, “I already know, fuck she interrupted us for that?”

“While I’ve got her best friend riding my cock like the little slut she is?” He licked your nipple and his words had you moaning, shaking in his hold. He really didn’t seem to care anymore.

He was fucking you from below, sitting you on his lap and making you bounce on his cock, “You like fucking your friend’s dad? You like older man dick?

“Yes, fuck Jungkook, only yours,” You moaned making his chest blossom with pride at your words. With your affirmation, he moved onto his knees, hands under your ass as he fucked you onto his cock.

“Gonna cum for me? Is my baby gonna cum on my cock?” He asked with a coo but with a deep tremor in his voice, “Yeah baby? Such an eager brat, look at you.”

“Mhm,” you nodded and he went faster.

When you came undone, Jungkook took you off his cock. He couldn’t be gentle with it as he came all over himself. A hand was on his dick as he eased himself through his second orgasm of the night looking over to you. You were tired after your own third orgasm and toppled onto his bed. Jungkook knew he should feel some form of guilt but he doesn’t. Instead, he runs his hand over your back to your ass as you laid on your stomach. Your perky little ass taunting him so much that he leaned down and place a kiss on it, biting lightly into the plump flesh making you shake your hips from sensitivity. He gave it a final smack.

Maybe when the sex-fueled fog leaves his mind he’ll realize the damage he’s done.

He fucked a woman much younger than him, fucked you real good.

He had let himself be seduced by a total nymph.

His daughter’s friend.

Yet all he could say as he lied down on his back to catch his own breath before a possible third round was…

“You’re such a good girl when you’re taking dick.”

He had about a month before you and Jieun left back to school and he was going to make it worth your while. You’ll never want younger men again. You’ll want his cocking fucking into you every time he visits Jieun. He’ll sneak into your dorm when she’s at work and fuck you with all the pent up desire he’ll have from not having your body in months.

And you’ll take every inch he gives you like a good girl.

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love u lately (m) #7 | myg/knj/pjm

title: love u lately​ chapter title: #7 - People (Pt. 2)​ pairing: yoongi x f. reader, namjoon x f. reader, jimin x f. reader (yoonminjoon x f. reader) rating/genre: m (18+) ; smut ; college/university au , pseudo frat! bts; best friends! yoonminjoon friends to lovers; summary: a camping trip in the middle of January does not prove to be ideal at all. for many reasons. and you'll blame taehyung for suggesting this! with high tensions and emotions simmering beneath the surface as you, the beta tau sigma boys, and your girly besties go on a weekend getaway, someone unexpected decides to confess to you, leaving you to wonder what your heart even wants? warnings:  camping, reader being obviously jealous, AND STRESSED, smut, deep talks, shower sex, consensual groping, v in p penetration, unprotected sex (well she's on BC), swearing, kissing...A LOT, fingering, yoongi smoking cigarettes, hwasa the drama pot stirrer, ANGST, INJURY, eventual CONFESSION, yoonminjoon on high tension, jungkook carrying reader = jealousy, ft. Hwasa, IU, Adora, and Soyoon note: as always thank you to @daegudrama for editing this chapter and giving me smut ideas!!! total word count: 12.6k drop date: February 9th, 2024 3:00PM PST cross posted on AO3 here ← #6 | Series Masterlist | #8 →

January 19 [Saturday]

The rhythmic hum of the engine and the soft purr of the tires on the pavement accompany your focus as you sit shotgun in Yoongi's car, en route to the campgrounds. Winter break ended earlier that month, and reality is setting in as you find yourself juggling the remnants of relaxation with the impending demands of university life.

Yoongi decided to bring his car to campus this semester, knowing that he would need it for the camping trip to be able to fit everyone. Each car housed a portion of your close-knit group:

Jin's car: Hoseok, Hwasa, Soohyun Jimin's car: Namjoon, Soyoon, Jungkook Yoongi's car: You, Taehyung, Jieun

Seated beside Yoongi, you diligently work on a writing assignment, your laptop open on your lap. Yoongi cast a sidelong glance, noting your dedication despite his concern for your motion sickness.

"Are you seriously working on your homework in the car? You get bad motion sickness, Honey." He sighs, worry lacing his words as he continues looking at the road.

You finally lift your gaze, meeting his eyes after a focused 25 minutes. "I took a dramamine before this, so it’s not too bad. I just need to get this assignment done before Tuesday. I know I’m going to fuck around and not work on it much this whole trip, so I’m doing all I can to get it done within the next 3 hours."

Yoongi hums, understanding the struggle. "Damn, that business comm class has you hustling hard this semester, huh?"

You groan in agreement, "Yes! I was so close to dropping it because the professor is so stingy, but I need to take it now so I can graduate on time." This spring semester is going to be a lot harder so you have to stay focused. Though, this camping trip offers a temporary escape with your friends before you start calling the library your new home for the rest of the school year.

As the car rolls along the highway, your mind wanders back to a few weeks before the semester started. The course load is much more formidable than Fall, now taking some upper division courses like psychology, business communication, international economics, and market analysis. That business comm class is going to kill you though. You sigh at yet another twist of fate of Jaebeom's presence in a class, which somehow leaves you feeling uneasy.

He struck up a conversation after the first class, asking for your phone number to discuss homework and projects. While you agreed, sensing something off, Yoongi appeared behind you as if summoned from thin air. His dark expression and the firm grip on your wrist conveyed a silent warning to Jaebeom.

Before leaving, Jaebeom couldn't resist a sudden sarcastic remark, "Wasting time? You better finish that mixtape if you want to get signed before me, Agust."

At the time, you didn't fully grasp the implications. However, his words linger, and you wonder if Yoongi has recently been struggling with his music and if that somehow was connected to you. The mixtape project, once a seamless process for him, now seemed to be hitting roadblocks.

You decide to try to pry into Yoongi’s mind and see if your suspicions are correct by continuing the conversation. "What about you, Yoongi? I know you’re taking that Recording Production Process class this semester to release a mixtape by the end of it."

"Yeah, yeah, it's going well,” Yoongi nods shyly, offering a few affirmations.

"Right, hyung is working on an album!" Taehyung chimes in from the back seat where he sits with Jieun, your upperclassman friend you'd invited on the trip.

"Oh really? That’s really cool, Yoongi!" Jieun compliments, her eyes sparkling at the mention of Yoongi producing music.

"And if you need a vocalist feature, you should ask Jieun. She’s in the university’s acapella group." you suggest, thinking it could add a unique dynamic to Yoongi's music. Yoongi has asked you to sing a couple parts in the past for his songs, though you always try to gently refuse. You don’t think you’re much of a singer and don’t want to ruin his works. However, Yoongi always thinks differently.

"Really? Jieun, if you don’t mind helping me out with some of my projects, I would greatly appreciate it." Yoongi proposed.

"Sure! I sing as a hobby, so I don’t know how great I would be, but I’ll do my best." Jieun responds, her willingness evident in her tone.

You met Jieun last year when she was a 2nd year TA in your Psych Statistics Analysis class. After several office hour sessions of trying to understand how Tukey’s Honestly Significant Difference worked (which you don’t want to explain how it works), you ended up befriending her and becoming good friends. You found out she’s an amazing singer outside of her pursuing a psychology degree and even a theater major. You think Yoongi would get along really well with her (cue Yoongi’s obscure interest in broadway musicals).

The car continues its journey through picturesque landscapes, and after two hours, you finally arrive at the campsite. Nestled in the embrace of nature, the site sprawls out with a serene lake nearby, and scattered cabin lodgings surround the area. You note the promise of a hot spring spa somewhere around here, creating a mental checklist for exploration later on.

As you step out of the car, the crisp January air hit you, carrying remnants of moisture from the previous days' rain. It is undeniably cold, and you question the wisdom of camping in the middle of winter. Everyone starts unloading the supplies from the cars for the next 2-3 days. Jin, Yoongi, Soyoon, and Jungkook take charge of building the tents, their collective efforts combating the chilly breeze.

After everyone settles down, you all decide to have a group meeting to discuss what you guys are going to eat for lunch.

Taehyung, who is always down for something random, proposes a cooking challenge that divides everyone into two teams: Team Red and Team Blue. The plan involves creatively preparing lunch and dinner using the BBQ grills and sinks at the picnic area, as well as utilizing the supplies Jin and Namjoon bought the night before. Everyone will decide on the best meal after dinner.

Team Red, consisting of Jin, Hoseok, Namjoon, Soyoon, Soohyun, and Jimin, strategize their approach.

Jin, surveying the available ingredients, rubs his hands together, ready for the challenge. "Alright, team! We have premade dough, broth, veggies, meat, fruit, side dishes, bread…ideas, anyone?"

Hoseok, ever the enthusiast, suggests, "I’m tempted to say we should make the barbecue feast for lunch. I’m craving BBQ so bad. Please, Jin."

“No! We’re doing that tomorrow night!” Jin lightly argues, earning a groan from Hoseok which makes everyone else laugh.

Namjoon, exchanging glances with Soyoon, feels a spark of inspiration. "What if we do something a bit different? Pizza. We can make pizza outdoors. It's a bit unconventional, but we do have the premade dough. I think the result will be worth it."

Soyoon giggles and nods in agreement, adding, "Yeah, I actually brought the dough because I thought we could use it to make something cool out here. Pizza would actually be fucking cool." Namjoon smile widdens knowing she understands him so well.

"I'm down for pizza!" Jimin, excited by the idea, chimes in.

"Let's make a giant combo pizza. That way, we can feed everyone." Soohyun, examining the ingredients, suggests.

Jin, impressed with his team brainstorming thoughts, declares, "Fantastic! Let's get to work. Hoseok, start the fire. Namjoon, you and Soyoon work on rolling the dough. Soohyun, you and Jimin can handle cutting the ingredients for the toppings. We've got this!"

The team disperses to their designated tasks, banter and laughter fills the air as they toss around more ideas. Amidst the cheerful chaos, your attention involuntarily drifts to Soyoon and Namjoon.

You steal glances at them, observing how they playfully engage with each other while improvising rolling pins from random cylindrical objects. The rhythmic motion of rolling dough becomes a backdrop to their shared laughter, and you can't help but feel somewhat uncomfortable.

It's different. In the past, Namjoon would get close with girls you didn’t even know, like Jihyo. This time, it hits a bit closer to home—Soyoon is your friend, and Namjoon is your childhood best friend. You remember the first time they met is when Namjoon came by to pick you up after a late night library shift during finals season last year. But you’re not even sure when they started talking to each other more without you knowing. Could it have been through one of their art history classes?

Lost in your thoughts, you're snapped back to reality when Yoongi playfully flicks your forehead, jolting you back to reality.

“Get your head in the game, Y/N.” He grumbles and you wince slightly in pain. Jerk.

“I am!” You retort as you go back to facing him and looking at the ingredients in front of you. “I was just trying to see what they were plotting for lunch.”

Yoongi can’t help but shoot you a questioning expression. You wonder if he knows that you were looking at them. It wouldn’t be the first time he catches you staring at Namjoon being with another girl. Whether he knows or not, he doesn’t decide to pry and instead looks back at the ingredients on your table.

“You can do that later, we need to start making something so we can have more time to not do shit later.”

“Just make some of your good old kimchi jjigae and have some rice on the side. It’ll keep us feeling warmed up for the night.” You see some packaged pork belly and hand it to Yoongi, “Add a little protein too.”

You’ve helped Yoongi cook in the past, so you have a sense of his cooking process when he decides to make stuff, specifically stew. This won’t take too long to prepare.

“I hate that this is such a good idea.” He groans, grabbing the meat as you smirk right back at him cheekily. “Everyone else on board? I just need the onion and green onions cut, then the pork belly stir fried before I put it all in the big pot for the stew.”

Everyone nods, followed by a “Yes Chef!” from Taehyung. As you get straight to chopping onions, you notice Yoongi looking at you with admiration. You want to know the thoughts that blossom behind his cat-like eyes, but you decide not to ponder it right now.

Taehyung takes a suspicious glance at you two, seemingly wondering about something. Though he remains silent, and instead goes to assist Jungkook and Jieun in preparing ingredients.

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The sky paints hues of orange and pink as the sun begins its descent, casting a warm glow over the campsite. You, Jimin, and Hoseok venture towards a pile of firewood behind the shower houses to build a cozy campfire for the night.

Jimin, ever perceptive, notices the contemplative look on your face. "Hey, Y/N, everything okay?" he asks, concern etched on his face.

You hesitate for a moment before replying. Did he notice you looking at Namjoon and Soyoon earlier? Shit, this is embarrassing. He must be thinking about how ridiculous I’m being.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just stuff on my mind, you know?"

Jimin shoots you a curious glance, silently questioning if you were ready to share what was bothering you.

Before he could delve deeper into your thoughts, Hoseok, his eyes darting around nervously, chimes in, "Guys, let's pick up the pace. It's getting dark, and I'm not really a fan of the dark in the woods. Gives me the creeps!"

You take this interruption as a chance to avoid answering him and focus on the task on hand. Jimin doesn’t push you to continue and you all walk back to the campsite.

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The campfire casts dancing shadows on the faces of your friends as laughter and chatter fills the night. The aroma of the delicious kimchi jjigae lingers in the air. Yoongi and Jungkook busied themselves with slicing fruits and getting out the ingredients to make some s'mores.

Jimin goes to his trunk to take out several boxes of soju bottles, sparking a cheer among the group. The soft strains of music emanate from Hoseok's compact speaker, adding a melodic backdrop to the festivities. Crackling fire, music and the clinking of soju bottles set the perfect ambiance for the end of the B.T.S. member trip day one.

"Alright, why don’t we share some confessions around the campfire to bond with one another. Jin, you wanna kick it off?" Hwasa settles down on the picnic blanket around the fire and grins.

Jin nods, a mischievous glint in his eye, "Huh?! Me? Why don’t you start it off since you want to do this.”

“Give me like three minutes to think of something. So please go for it, Seokjin?”

“Agh, fine. Just don't judge me too hard,” Jin looks around and clears his throat before he continues. “Back in middle school, I tried to impress my crush with a card trick. It didn't go as planned, and I ended up looking like a dumbass magician. Needless to say, she wasn't impressed."

“That was kinda a lame confession.” Hwasa tells him and you try to stifle your laughter next to her.

“I said don’t judge me!” A bit of laughter ripples through the group. “You also didn’t add any rules!”

"If Hwasa wants to hear about embarrassing shit, let me share.” Hoseok eagerly volunteers, “I accidentally liked my crush's old Instagram photo while stalking their profile. It was from two years ago, and there was no way to undo it. I hoped they wouldn't notice, but they did."

“Oh see! That’s what I want to hear!” Your girl bestie yells in excitement.

Soyoon follows after, "Something to confess…I have this quirky habit of talking in my sleep. One time, my roommate caught me in the act and recorded. I talked about kissing girls for a good five minutes."

Namjoon chuckles a little too hard at that. "Funny you mention sleep-talking. I've been told I do the same thing. Apparently, I give motivational speeches about pursuing dreams in my sleep."

“No, you just ramble about shit that sounds like it makes sense when it doesn’t!” Jimin opposes. Namjoon tsks, narrowing his eyes at the younger man.

The round table of confessions continues with Jieun, "Alright, brace yourselves. I had a massive crush on my neighbor when I was in high school. Turns out, he's now a famous actor in every Netflix show imaginable. I had no idea back then."

“Wait who?!” Everyone exclaims.

“I can’t kiss and tell.” She pretends to seal her lips, leaving everyone sighing and groaning.

The stories lighten the mood, but as Hwasa shifts the rules to be only dating confessions, a tension hangs in the air. You decide to tread carefully as your turn, "Well, I had this experience just once… you know, with someone. It was interesting, but things didn't exactly pan out."

“Come on, give us more juicy details! I haven’t heard you talk about this much.” Hwasa presses.

The gazes of Yoongi, Jimin, and Namjoon linger a bit longer, as you navigate through your words, leaving certain details in the shadows.

“Me and that guy were basically academic rivals. Always trying to one-up each other. I beat him and got the Salutatorian honor when I graduated. Jimin was Valedictorian. We never thought we’d date until I asked him to be my fake date to a wedding–”

A collective gasp and “oohs” escapes the group, and Hwasa clasps her hands together, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“It was my brother’s wedding.” Jin adds matter of factly.

“Yes, your brother’s wedding. Then one thing led to another and we dated for about 3 months until we broke up right when I moved for college.”

And now there was suddenly a bit of silence. Did I make the mood awkward? Oh god, maybe I should’ve made something up. You look around and see a bit of disappointment after a short rom-com summary of your first dating experience.

“Why did you need a fake date?” Namjoon was the first of your three best friends to speak up and ask. This catches you off guard.

“I…Er…”

Your hesitant response left an air of curiosity hanging around them. Namjoon's question touches on a chapter of your life you haven’t shared with anyone at all, and now, with the flickering firelight revealing the subtle expressions on everyone's faces, you feel a mix of vulnerability and uncertainty.

Why were you insistent to get a fake date back then? Even thinking about it now, it seems so silly of an idea. What were you trying to prove by having arms linked with a man, who you didn’t originally like, in front of your male best friends?

"It was to spite us. She didn't want to show up alone and have us think she couldn't find a date." Jimin interjects. He must’ve sensed you struggling to answer.

"Spiting us at a wedding? We could’ve just all gone as friends like we did for prom." Namjoon teases, trying to lighten the atmosphere.

Was it really spite? Aimed at Namjoon, Jimin and Yoongi for taking other girls instead just going with you? What does that really say about you? Why do you feel unhappy when they don’t have you at the center of their attention? This isn’t a good time to spiral into this.

"Yeah, well, it wasn't the best idea." you chuckle nervously, glancing quickly at Yoongi and Jimin. Their expressions are unreadable, and the silence that follows your story lingers a bit too long.

Hwasa, not one to let awkward moments fester, leans in with a playful smile, "Okay, spill. Was he a good kisser?"

"I…uh, I think this is getting a bit too personal, isn't it?"

The group erupts into laughter, dispersing the tension that momentarily settled. As the night continues, the stories shift to lighter topics, the crackling fire providing a comforting backdrop.

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The campfire's warmth lingers on your skin as you gather your things from your shared tent, preparing to head to the shower building. The night is settling in, and the laughter of your friends still echoes in the cold air. As you pass by the dwindling group still gathered around the fire, you catch Jimin's eyes for what feels like a minute. There is a depth in his gaze that leaves you wondering if he, too, is navigating through a maze of emotions from earlier today.

It’s been two months, when will you finally make up your mind instead of leaving them hanging?

Your attention is momentarily diverted by a scene that tugs at your heart. Namjoon and Soyoon are sat close, giggling animatedly about an unknown topic in the glow of the firelight. The sight of Namjoon's deepened dimples and the warmth in his smile captivates you, the flames casting shadows on them.

And there it is again. A twinge of an unknown, yet familiar feeling sparks within you. It is a feeling you couldn't entirely shake off, even though you tried to bury it beneath layers of rationality. A mix of emotions swirls as you continue on your way to the shower building.

The path to the shower building is dimly lit along the way, and the sound of laughter at the campsite slowly fades behind you.

Upon reaching the shower building, you notice Yoongi sitting by a picnic table, a dim glow from his cigarette and phone lighting up the darkness around him. It is a sight you haven’t seen in a long time, and concern creeps into your mind. You thought he stopped smoking a while back. Without hesitation, you call out to him and take a seat.

"Hey Yoongs," you begin, studying his expression, "Are you good?"

Yoongi looks up at you, caught off guard by the sudden question. He hesitates to speak, opting instead to take a drag from his cigarette. The smoke curls into the night air, carrying with it a sweet yet bitter scent, reminiscent of cherries.

“Why do you say that?” He finally responds, with a question, however.

“I haven’t seen you smoke since that time.” You refer to the month right before college when Yoongi got word that his father had fallen ill and was admitted to the hospital. Yoongi doesn’t smoke unless he feels like he needs something to keep him afloat while his mind is conflicted in chaos.

“Just felt like I needed it right now.” He explains shortly.

You sense his reluctance to provide context. While you normally don’t like to pry too much when it comes to him, you feel like you should right now. Aside from whatever transparency or honesty rules you have as fuck buddies, you are his best friend at the end of the day.

You sigh softly, "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, Yoongi. But, you know, I'm here to listen to any of your worries. Anything. That's what best friends are for."

Yoongi's eyes widen a little from your reassuring words. It takes him a moment to collect his thoughts, the ember of his cigarette glowing in the darkness as he begins to speak. "You truly are an angel that comforts me when the world has gone to shit."

You feel your cheeks heating up a bit before following it up with another question, “What’s been troubling you this bad?”

Yoongi scratches his temple anxiously before putting his phone down. “It's just…the mixtape project is weighing on me more than I thought.”

"But you always come up with something amazing when it comes to music. We literally call you the hands of Midas."

He exhales a sigh, the smoke dispersing in the air. "Yeah, but this time it's different. Professor Kang is pushing us hard, and he's been emphasizing how crucial this project is if we want him to recommend us to work for Mr. Bang."

The gravity of his words sinks in. "The Mr. Bang from that one major record label in LA you told me about?"

Yoongi nods, and you can see the anxiety in his eyes. "Exactly. But he’s only recommending two mixtapes out of our 10-person class.” He takes a minute to assemble his next thoughts, finding it hard to speak out the potential outcomes. “This could be a game-changer for my career, but it feels like I'm standing at the edge of a cliff. One wrong move, and everything could just crumble."

You remain silent, absorbing the weight of his concerns. Yoongi told you awhile back that Professor Kang is actually another big producer named Pdogg. The man is incredibly close with Mr. Shihyuk Bang, who is a part of a major record label that Yoongi has been dreaming of joining since high school. You know Yoongi doesn’t want to disappoint anyone, and that carries even more magnitude and pressure to his creative process.

"I've been working day and night, trying to create something that stands out. But with every passing day, doubt creeps in. What if it's not good enough? What if I disappoint everyone who believes in me?" Yoongi admits, his vulnerability laid bare. “Jaebeom really hit a nerve when I saw him a few weeks ago. He’s been working on good stuff too, especially with the help of some upperclassmen. I have Yijeong and Sammy giving me some feedback from time to time, but this is all done by me.”

He extinguishes the cigarette with a firm stomp, the embers scattering in the night air. Discarding the remains into the trashcan next to the table, he releases a heavy sigh, the weight of his thoughts etched on his features.

You recognize the heavy burden he carries. The expectations, the fear of failure, and the desire to prove himself in an industry that can be unforgiving – it's a lot for anyone to handle.

"I get it, Yoongi," you begin, your voice adopting a soothing cadence that seems to meld with the ambient night sounds of the forest around you. "It's a big opportunity, and it's okay to feel overwhelmed. The music industry can be relentless, and there is a lot on the line for your future.”

Yoongi narrows his eyes at you, “Thanks for confirming my fears.” He chuckles.

“Wait! But here's the thing—you're not alone in this. We're all here for you, supporting you every step of the way."

You pause, letting the words linger in the crisp night air. Yoongi looks at you, his gaze a mix of gratitude and vulnerability.

"You've got an incredible talent, Yoongi," you continue, your expression earnest. "I've seen you pour your heart and soul into your music since we were in high school. Your dedication is inspiring, and it's about time the world recognizes it. The journey you’ll take will be tough, but remember, you're not just carrying your dreams. You're carrying the dreams of everyone who believes in you, and that's a powerful force."

Yoongi takes in your words, a subtle nod acknowledging the truth in them. The flickering light from the light post dances in his eyes, reflecting a renewed sense of determination.

"And, hey," you add with a soft smile, "even in the face of challenges, don't forget to savor the process. This journey is as much about the growth and experiences along the way as it is about the destination. Embrace it, and you'll find strength even in the toughest moments." You hold Yoongi’s large hand against your face, comforting him. He always likes his hands being held.

He exhales slowly, as if releasing a burden he didn't realize he was carrying. "Thanks, Y/N," he says, his voice genuine. "I needed to hear that."

Yoongi looks at you, gratitude and a touch of relief in his eyes.

As the heaviness of Yoongi's concerns lifts with your words of support, a more casual conversation takes its place. Yoongi turns to you, his gaze softening, and asks, "What have you been dreaming of lately, Y/N?

You ponder the question. As a second year in college, you haven’t spent much time thinking about it. "Honestly, I'm not entirely sure yet. Maybe a corporate job somewhere nice, stable. I don’t really have much of a dream.” Yoongi looks at you, wanting to dive deeper on that, but you chose to divert the question. “But, no matter what, I hope to be close to you and everyone else until the end of time!"

His eyes widen, filled with admiration and awe at your sincerity. It's a sentiment that seems to touch him, and you feel a sense of warmth between you two. Emotions linger in the air, as if inching closer to understanding something profound.

Suddenly, as if propelled by an internal decision, Yoongi gets up. He extends his hand towards you, his touch gentle as he grabs your wrist. He looks at you with a hint of anticipation and eagerness in his eyes.

You don’t know what he has in mind, but if you’re with Yoongi, you have nothing to fear.

Intrigued, you follow him to the shower building which was empty at this hour in the night. Without a word, he pulls you into one of the shower stalls, closing the curtain behind you both. He starts kissing you, making you gasp into his mouth. As you close your eyes, you feel yourself slipping away, and in the process, accidentally turning on the shower. The water begins to flow, causing your clothes to get wet. In response, Yoongi starts undressing you, peeling off your clothes and tossing them to the side to keep them from getting too soaked. You didn’t mind though. You were going to shower anyway.

The soft sound of running water creates a soothing ambiance. The air fills with a mix of steam and electricity as your lips keep meeting each other again and again, while the world outside the shower stall fades away.

The sounds of water droplets hitting the tiled floor mixes with the soft hum of your shared breaths. There's a delicate dance between you and Yoongi, a silent exchange of emotions that words can never capture.

As the kiss deepens, you find a certain comfort in the connection, a reassurance that goes beyond the worries and pressures of daily life. Yoongi's hands, tender and deliberate, trace a soothing path across the expanse of your back.

He pulls back slightly, his dark eyes fixed on yours. "Y/N," he breathes, his voice a soft murmur that's almost lost in the sound of running water. "Do you want me to keep going?"

All thoughts in your brain are clouded by the horny brain rot brought about by Min Yoongi. This man is probably the most dangerous out of your three best friends.

“Please.”

This is the cue Yoongi needs to suddenly unchain his desires. His hands continue to explore, tracing patterns on your skin, and the heightened awareness of where you are adds a layer of excitement. The sound of the shower and the muffled noises from outside create a cloak of privacy, but at any moment, an impending intrusion could get you both caught. You don’t want to know what consequences await that.

The pure thrill of the situation and the delicate touch of Yoongi’s hands gets you wet with little effort. He breaks away from the kiss, leaning down to swirl his tongue around one of your nipples before turning you around. He kneads your ass in his hands then slips one hand between your thighs. Without warning he pushes one finger inside you with ease.

“So wet for me already?” He whispers into your ear sending a shiver down your spine. He uses his other hand to cup your soft breast.

The sound you choke out is not intelligible which brings a low chuckle to Yoongi’s throat. He slides the finger in and out of you slowly like he’s trying to drive you insane.

When he adds another finger you can’t help the sound that espaces your lips. He moves more quickly building the pleasure inside of you. Yoongi rests his head against your shoulder putting his hands on your waist.

“I don’t have a condom with me.” He groans, mentally beating himself. You turn around to see a pout gracing his lips.

“It’s okay, I’m on birth control now.” You pause looking into his eyes.

“Really?” He says excitement lighting up his face before you can continue.

"Yup," you confirm with a playful wink. "I had been thinking about going on it when we made the deal to include Jimin, and I finally did it over winter break."

Yoongi chuckles, reaching to hold your chin gently with his fingertips, ensuring your eyes stay locked on his. "Such a little minx. You planning to do something scandalous with that?"

You eye him mischievously. "Maybe… but no risks tonight. Let's take it steady for now."

He turns you back around and gently guides your shoulder until you are bent over. He unzips his pants, revealing his hardened cock and holds it in his hand. With no resistance, he glides inside you and groans at the feeling.

You’ve never done this before. Not with Wonwoo. Not with Yeonjun. Yoongi is the first to go raw in you, and it feels so damn good. Every vein and curve of his dick is felt in your pussy, molding itself as the perfect fit. You don’t know if you could ever go back to the feeling of a condom-covered dick, but you’d have to. Though you’d hope that you’d get to be safely creampied at least once before going back to double coverage of condom and BC protection. That’s one of your ultimate goals, though you won’t let them know.

Yoongi traces his fingers up your side as he thrusts into you with long slow strokes. He is enjoying the thrill of being this close to you in such a risky environment and savoring every moment.

You find yourself lost in the intense pleasure he brings, each thrust a wave of delicious sensation that floods your entire body. You arch your back, allowing him deeper access. The slight pain from his movements intertwines with the pleasure, making this experience all the more unforgettable.

Yoongi's gaze never leaves your face, his eyes locked on you as he pushes deeper into your warmth. Your own eyes are wide with passion, the fear of getting caught replaced by the thrill of the moment. His fingers dig into your hip, his expression a mix of raw lust and pure adoration.

"Look at you," he growls, "You're so wet, and so tight just milking me.” He whispers against your ear, driving you slow to become viscerally animalistic. You’re so close.

Suddenly, as if the world wanted to manifest your worst fears, the door swings open. The voices of Hwasa and Soohyun echo through the shower building. Panic sets in, and you tense, trying to stifle any telltale sounds of your current sexcapade. Yoongi, ever the master of composure, holds back a laugh at your panic without halting his movements. How is he not worried?!

"Steam? Oh, someone’s already in here? Is it you, Honey?" Hwasa's voice calls out.

You struggle to respond, caught between pleasure and the risk of exposure. Yoongi's movements pause briefly, awaiting your cue. "Y-Yes," you manage to stutter out despite feeling how good his dick feels stuck inside of you.

Hwasa, seemingly oblivious, starts a conversation with you about the night as the two girls do their nightly skincare at the sinks behind your showers. She begins touching on the earlier confessions and how it was a fun activity. You struggle to act like you're paying attention, but all you can muster in response are muffled "Mhms." Each of them start to sound like moans, which scares you even more. Yoongi looks like he wants to laugh so bad. This won’t end well. Can the girls tell something is off?

The proximity to getting caught adds a thrilling layer to the encounter. Yoongi decides to continue several strokes mid conversation, “A-Ah..”

Hwasa's concern grows. "Are you okay, Honey?"

"Y-Yeah, I'm fine," you manage through gritted teeth, looking back at Yoongi looking smug. You desperately hope they won't linger. Another noise escapes, and you quickly try to cover it up, pretending it was you dropping your shampoo bottle on your toe.

The girls, unsuspecting, leave not too long after, and you release a breath you didn't realize you were holding. The tension lifts, and a soft, shared laugh between you and Yoongi echoes in the confined space.

Without warning, this is Yoongi’s cue to go faster. He grips your hips tightly holding you into place as he thrusts into you harder and faster leaving you.

"Y-Yoongi!" He grips your hips tightly holding you into place as he thrusts into you harder and faster leaving you.

Your eyes flutter, a lustful grin pulling at your lips lost in ecstasy. Gripping the shower wall for support, you meet Yoongi's thrusts with equal intensity, your hips bucking back against him in perfect rhythm. The pleasure is overwhelming, the tension and fear of being caught only adding fuel to the fire.

His name from your lips was music to his ears, and that was all he needed. He moves deeper, relishing the tightness of your body around his member. You feel the pleasure coursing through your own body, your orgasm nearing.

Yoongi's eyes never leave your face, his expression showing that he's drinking in each detail of this moment.

"Come for me, baby," he growls, his tone changing from a mix of lust and adoration to something more possessive. "Let me feel you come around my dick."

His words are the spark that lights the fire, and you feel your body reacting to his touch. The waves of pleasure crash over you, your orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave. Your nails hold onto dear life, and you cry out his name, your voice echoing in the shower stall.

“F-Fuck.” Yoongi soon falls to his own pleasure, pulling out quickling and cumming on your ass. Drops of his cream drip down your thighs and soon washed away by the shower downpouring on you two.

You both try to control your breathing as Yoongi holds you close in an embrace.

“T-That was…oh my God.” You can’t find the words to explain the whole experience, added with the adrenaline rush of getting caught.

“Good to know my cock feels better without the condom.” He smiles in a goofy way, still high on the orgasm. You smack him in the hip with your hand.

When your orgasms subsides, you send Yoongi to go retrieve your toiletries, towel, and pajamas that you left outside by the picnic table you two sat. You two bid goodbye to each for the night, and he leaves. You don’t know how he’s going to explain why he’s soaked from head to toe, but you pray he’s slick enough to avoid any eyes.

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As Yoongi walks back from the shower house, water droplets cling to his tousled hair and drip down onto his damp clothes. His steps are sluggish as he wearily tries to wring out the water. In this moment, Namjoon suddenly strides up, his curiosity piqued, eyes narrowing at the unusual sight.

"Yoongi, why the hell are you all wet?" Namjoon questions, checking out the shorter man up and down.

Yoongi rolls his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. "Just checking out the shower building, man. One of them was broken and here I am." He cheekily points to his wet attire. He feels a euphoric confidence after his rendezvous with you. So much so that if anyone tries to challenge him right now, he will not back down.

Namjoon narrows his eyes, finding it a little hard to believe. "Really? I thought I saw you go smoke alone back at the picnic area."

Oddly, this observation pisses him off.

"Didn’t know you liked stalking my whereabouts too." Yoongi is quick to rebuttal, bitterness lacing in his voice. Namjoon is taken aback by his best friend’s response.

"What are you even talking about? Aren’t you the one hiding—" Just as Namjoon is about to press further, Jimin appears, interrupting the conversation.

“What are you guys up to?” Jimin puts his hands on Yoongi’s shoulders, which makes him relax slightly. He knows Jimin can manage to get Namjoon off his ass. He might even say that Jimin is his second angel tonight.

Namjoon glances between both of them, the tension palpable in the air. Yoongi's demeanor seems a tad defensive, and Namjoon feels there might be more to the story than he thought before.

“Just trying to figure out why Yoongi here looks like he went for a swim."

Yoongi rolls his eyes, dismissing Namjoon's inquiry. "Shower issues, Jimin. Nothing to worry about."

"Come on Joon, let's not make a big deal out of this. It's cold, and we're out in the middle of nowhere. Let’s just get him a towel and help him get a change of clothes." Jimin says casually, diverting Namjoon's attention away from Yoongi.

As Yoongi gives Jimin a subtle nod of gratitude, Namjoon reluctantly lets the matter go, deciding to drop the interrogation for now to help. Jimin seems to have an idea about Yoongi's whereabouts in the last 30 minutes, and he's not spilling the beans to Namjoon.

“If you think I haven’t caught on to you guys getting closer to Y/N in the last few months, you’re wrong.” The taller man says, warning heeding his voice.

The shorter men glance at him, not saying anything and enter Yoongi’s tent. They do share one thought at that moment though. You have to give them an answer once they come back to campus.

+++++++++

January 20 [Sunday]

The second day of the camping trip unfolds, and the group embarks on a hike through the scenic surroundings early in the morning after breakfast. The weather, though chilly, is pleasant, and the crisp air invigorates everyone. Conversations ebb and flow as the trail winds its way through the tree-filled landscape.

Jieun, a few steps ahead, animatedly shares memories of visiting this place during her childhood. "I remember catching fireflies by the lake in the summer." she reminisces, her eyes reflecting the nostalgia. Seokjin, walking beside her, chimes in with a grin, "I used to come here a lot too when I was a boy scout.”

Hoseok, Taehyung and Jungkook snicker in response to this.

“You guys can laugh all you want, but these boy scout skills come in handy."

"I don't know about them, but for sure Jungkook can fight a bear barehanded." Yoongi playfully remarks, the group erupting into even more laughter. Jungkook, sporting a lighthearted grin, flexes his muscles jokingly.

As you walk, you notice Namjoon and Soyoon strolling together. Soyoon, despite the chilly weather, wears a form-fitting pine green turtleneck that lacks the expected thermal warmth. Namjoon, ever the gentleman, notices her discomfort from the cold and offers his jacket. She initially refuses, probably mindful of the potential interpretations of their exchange. But after Namjoon continues insisting, he finally accepts with a gracious smile.

Behind Namjoon, you see Hoseok also catches the scene and shoots him a disapproving look.

Further back, Taehyung, Jungkook, and Jimin seize the opportunity to tease Namjoon about his chivalrous gesture. "Look at Mr. Romantic over there." Jimin smirks, nudging Taehyung and Jungkook.

"I bet he practices that move in front of a mirror." Taehyung chuckles with them.

Namjoon, momentarily caught off guard by their reactions, glances at them and then immediately at you. He seems to be searching for a reaction. You know you struggle at being fake. It’s not in your nature to hide your feelings. Though, you feel like he does sense a subtle frustration from you. He wonders if you have been feeling like this for some time. Why is he starting to see it only now?

Before he even has the chance to go over to you and question it, the sky suddenly transforms, heavy raindrops plummet from the clouds and onto the earth. Great. It's as if the weather gods have decided to test you and see what you would do. However, panic sets in when you realize you left your laptop in the tent, vulnerable to the impending downpour.

“Holy fuck! My laptop!”

“Wait, Y/N!”

Hastily, you dash back down the path toward the campgrounds, your footsteps echoing in the mud leaving behind a voice that calls out to you.

You worked on your assignment last night in the tent before going to sleep. Once you finished for the night, you left your laptop next to you and that was where you last saw it this morning before you left on the hike as well. There are no signs it was going to rain this weekend. Yeah, the soil seems moist from rainy days from the prior week, but everyone should’ve been safe now. How could the weather change so suddenly like this?

You recklessly sprint, fueled by worries of your irreplaceable laptop and paper, amongst other things. Like reality. And the irritation you feel seeing Namjoon keep giving his attention to— Your thought process cuts as you notice the uneven terrain beneath your feet become treacherous. The realization of the potential catastrophe awaiting you propels you forward, a surge of adrenaline pushing you beyond reason.

In your haste, disaster strikes. A misstep, a slippery surface, and you find yourself sprawled on the ground.

No sound from you, but pain radiating from your scraped knee and throbbing ankle. The once jubilant group following behind is now consumed by concern seeing you on the ground, injured and covered in mud.

Jungkook and Jieun are the first to reach you, genuine worry etched across their faces. "Are you okay?" Jungkook's voice carries a note of genuine concern. Wincing in pain, you shake your head, the gravity of the situation sinking in. "I left my laptop in the tent, and I can't let anything happen to it, so I rushed off." you explain, your words rushed and pained. You feel yourself about to sob as you try to get yourself to stand and your legs are not cooperating.

“Hey, hey, be careful.” The younger man advises. However, the pain makes walking nearly impossible. Before anyone can offer help, Jungkook immediately leans down and decides,“You know what, just get on. I’ll take you somewhere safe.” Jungkook offers, gesturing you to get on his back.

The unexpected gesture catches you off guard.

“O-Okay…thank you Jungkook.”

“I’ll help retrieve your laptop as well. You’ll be okay” Jieun says, and you thank her.

However, as Jungkook carries you through the rain-soaked trail, glances are exchanged among the group. Jimin and Yoongi share a look laden with unsaid sentiments, a subtle pang of jealousy lingering in the air. It should’ve been them to help you, they think to themselves. They are the ones that like you after all. Though for some reason, they froze in that moment.

Namjoon, still grappling with the aftermath of his earlier actions, feels a tinge of disappointment in his own inability to respond swiftly too.

You, Jungkook, and Jieun are the first to make it back to witness the mess. The campsite now lies in disarray. Flooded and muddy soil squelches beneath Jungkook’s feet, and the aftermath of strong winds has left tents in tatters. Items that were once neatly arranged outside the tents now scatter across the ground, casualties of nature's sudden fury.

Amidst the chaos, Jieun takes charge, her quick eyes scanning the wreckage. Miraculously, your laptop emerges unscathed, protected by the cocoon of your sleeping bag. With a relieved smile, she carefully places it in its bag next to it and hands it to Jungkook, who holds it securely.

"We can't stay out here like this," Jin remarks, his practicality cutting through the disappointment that hangs in the air. "It could rain again and we could also get sick."

A collective sigh ripples through the group. The abrupt turn of events forces them to confront the reality of their situation. Plans of an idyllic hike and spending a weekend outdoors have been derailed by the unpredictability of nature.

"I can go check the cabin lodging next to the campsite to see if they have any available," Soyoon suggests, her willingness to take charge evident. Namjoon quickly volunteers to accompany her, the two of them lightly jog toward the lodging office.

In the meantime, everyone takes shelter under the picnic area until the downpour turns into light showers. Once it does, everyone starts packing up and cleaning the campsite in the meantime.

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

Luckily, Soyoon and Namjoon manage to book a large cabin by the lakefront.

“It was the only largest one available that could fit all of us. It’s also a little expensive…” Namjoon stated earlier. Seokjin shrugs, saying he’ll cover majority of the cost as long as everyone is able to chip in a little. We all agree. You thank god that Seokjin is the rich friend in the friend group during times like this.

The cabin charms with its cozy allure. A fully stocked kitchen was just what everyone needed right now. The gas BBQ included will definitely be useful to the meats that survived the storm. The upstairs living room invites relaxation with comfy seating and a Smart TV. Everyone immediately takes advantage of this and sits around.

Outdoors, the upper deck beckons with stunning views. Downstairs, the master bedroom offers luxury, a California King bed, and a sliding door to the lower deck overlooking the lake.

Four rooms in total provide ample sleeping space, including a bunk room with two sets of twin bunk beds. Practicality meets convenience with a fully equipped laundry room and an upstairs half bath.

Jungkook carries you into the master bedroom and lays you down on the bed, elevating your head with the pillows. Seokjin grabs a first aid kit he found in the kitchen and takes out bandages, disinfectant and other supplies to tend to your scraped knee and sprained ankle.

“See, told you my boy scout skills will come in handy!” You giggle at Jin’s attempt to cheer you up. As he works, Namjoon hovers nearby, his concern evident.

"You should’ve been careful." Namjoon murmurs, a gentle scolding in his tone.

You manage a sheepish smile, acknowledging his warning. Seokjin finishes the impromptu first aid session, making sure you're comfortable before stepping back.

"Thank you, Jin," you express your gratitude, relieved that the injuries aren't as severe as they could have been.

Seokjin waves it off, "No problem. Just take it easy for a while."

Jin and Jungkook disperse to join the others upstairs. Jimin and Yoongi, lingering at the doorway, exchange a glance.

Jimin steps forward, concern etched on his face. "How are you feeling, Honey?” he asks, sincerity in his eyes.

You nod, offering a reassuring smile. "Alright now, thanks to Jinnie. Thanks for worrying, Jimin."

Yoongi, standing a bit more reserved, adds, "Do you need anything? I can whip up some food."

"That would sound really good right about now."

"Give me about 20 minutes, and I'll come back with some sweet rice porridge. Sounds good?"

"Yes!"

Namjoon remains standing there watching your interaction with them. He feels somehow intimidated by how they're so much closer to you despite you all having the same title of "best friends".

He glances at your laptop on the nearby table trying to find a reason to remain here. While part of him wants to join the others upstairs, he lingers. Maybe he needs to let you know about his feelings soon before his relationship with you strains any further.

He sighs loudly, making you all look at him, “I’ll come back to talk to you later.” He excuses himself and follows Yoongi upstairs, leaving Jimin alone with you.

Aside from the fact that he’s upset that you got hurt, you’re not sure what else could be fueling an unknown frustration behind his eyes. You guess you’ll find out later.

Jimin has some thoughts about Namjoon’s behavior, but decides not to voice them right now and gives his attention back to you.

“You need to get out of these clothes, love. They’re really muddy and gross.” He comments, looking at you with a disgusted expression, making you laugh.

“I would try, but I literally can’t move much.”

“I’ll help you.”

Huh? Did Jimin just say he’ll help you undress yourself? You find yourself feeling very flustered suddenly. What if someone walks in? Locking the door seems suspicious but what else can you do?

“I-It’s fine! I’ll just try removing my clothes slowly one piece at a time!” You wave your hands frantically, creating a makeshift barricade against Jimin's helpful hands.

“Why are you being so shy right now? I’ve seen you naked at least 15 times by now.” he remarks, a mischievous grin playing on his lips.

“H-Hey! Shut up! What if someone hears you?”

“Everyone’s upstairs, probably playing board games in the living room. Yoongi won’t be back for another 10 minutes or so. Plus he’s seen you naked too.” He checks his phone. “And he just texted the Sanctuary chat to say that he’ll come in whenever I’m done.” He flashes the text messages Yoongi sent.

You can’t continue arguing with a concerned Jimin, so you decide to surrender.

“Fine, just be quick.”

Jimin's eyes turn into crescents, satisfied he won this battle. He carefully removes your lilac puffer jacket, followed by your black converse sneakers and then your medium washed jeans covered in mostly dried mud and blood from your knee scrape. When he finishes gently unbuttoning your cropped long-sleeve polo shirt and removing it, he starts giggling. Perplexed, you shoot him a puzzled look, unsure what’s so funny to him. I mean, sitting here half naked is humiliating, so maybe you deserve it. You’ve been acting reckless.

“You’re just so pretty, Y/N. Never thought I’d be in a situation to even see you like this before the deal we made.”

Heat fills your face and you can’t even find words to rebuttal his claims. Why have those two men been saying things that make you feel like you’re going insane?

Jimin knows you feel embarrassment, but pays no mind as he unclasps your black bra, removing it and leaving your breasts bare. He decides to tease you a bit more and softly grasps your breasts, squishing them with his hands. Your eyes widen, suddenly feeling a surge of heat radiating elsewhere due to your chests’ sensitivity.

“I really never realized how beautiful you look naked before.” he admits with a playful tone. He continues with his massage until you finally fight back the horny demon that he awakens in you. Not today, Satan.

You playfully smack his arm, urging him to stop. “O-Okay, Jimin! I get it! Just give me that oversized t-shirt from my duffle and leave before I go crazy.”

He chuckles, relinquishing his playful antics and retrieving the desired t-shirt from your bag. “Glad I was able to cheer you up a bit, darling. We’ll have fun another time.”

Once he ensures you're comfortably tucked in, he plants a gentle kiss on your forehead before exiting the room.

Oddly, that felt a lot more intimate than all the sex you two had before. It feels like you two are inching closer to a new territory beyond whatever fuck buddy and best friend relationship you have. You feel a little scared, but somewhat excited.

Before you can dwell on it further, you feel your body become heavier and you gradually drift into a peaceful slumber. You make just a small mental note to apologize to Yoongi for falling asleep before he can feed you some of his porridge.

+++++++++++

Several hours have passed and it is 2:30PM by the time you wake up from your nap. You were hoping to sleep for the rest of the day to avoid whatever confrontation Namjoon wants to have. You are still feeling tingles from the interaction you had with Jimin, but it proved too difficult with your sprained ankle getting in the way. There is also a group of your friends upstairs that will get suspicious at his sudden disappearance if that did happen.

Hwasa has sent you text updates regarding what everyone else is doing upstairs.

Hyejinnie [12:00PM]: I’m going to send you updates so you don’t feel FOMO Hyejinnie [12:01PM]: Wait you might.. I’m sorry bestie. ;( Welp, we are playing board games and eating snacks! Hyejinnie [1:22PM]: I’m helping ur boyfie make lunch with jieun eonnie. Oh and we’re all going to eat kbbq for dinner. Don’t miss out Hyejinnie [1:25PM]: wait not your boyfie i forget he’s just your fwb right now oops. pls ignore. Hyejinnie [2:07PM]: also you need to catch me up on whatever is going on with you and your.. friends. Don’t think i haven’t caught on ;p Hyejinnie [2:14PM]: I think we’re going to watch a movie now. Jieun said she’s going to show us a movie her old crush was in and we have to guess who it is lol Hyejinnie [2:25PM]: idk if you’re up from your nap, but let me know if you need anything. I’ll be in the living room watching the movie with everyone else. Some of the guys are on their phones though haha

You appreciate her consistent updates while you remain MIA from the trip festivities. Maybe you should take this quiet time as a chance to get back to working on your paper. You just need a few more paragraphs and a final revision before submitting it on Canvas.

Just as you plop your laptop on your lap, a strong knock is heard at the door. You yell to whoever is on the other side of the door that it's okay to enter. It turns out to be Namjoon.

You don’t feel mentally ready to talk to him yet. You’re honestly not sure if you can come up with any cohesive thoughts as you remember that you haven’t eaten since this morning. You glance around and see the bowl of porridge Yoongi must’ve left on the bedside table while you slept.

“I wanted to come in sooner, but Yoongi told me you fell asleep.”

You nod. “I felt really exhausted after that hike, the run and injury, so I knocked out once I felt safe enough to do so.”

“So is now a good time to talk?”

You feel hesitant to say yes, knowing another lecture from your tall, beefy best friend awaits you. You’re so over this trip. Despite all these feelings, you decide just to do it and get it out the way so you can eat.

You nod. “Okay, what did you want to ask me?”

“Why have you been acting really weird lately?”

He doesn’t hesitate to get straight to the point, which doesn’t surprise you much. Okay, so you’ve been caught. But what about you has been weird to him though? Does that mean the others have caught on to your behavior too?

You feign ignorance. “Can you elaborate by what you mean, Namjoon?” Your voice sounds deadpan, with a hint of coldness.

“Can you stop acting like you don’t know what you’re doing when you’ve been staring at me and Soyoon throughout this whole trip?”

Oh.

You shrug. “I still don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He ignores your remark and continues, “I already told you before. There is nothing going on between me and her, so you can just stop feeling jealous or whatever.”

Jealous? What?! How dare he make that accusation. You’re not jealous. You’re just worried for the sake of your friendship. There’s no other feelings tied to that…is there? Memories from the party in October where you saw Namjoon and Jihyo flash in your mind.

“No the fuck I’m not!” you immediately deny, a little too quick at that.

“Yes, you fucking are.” he smiles, knowing how right he is based on your defensive response.

“You’re sorely mistaken, Joon.”

“No, I’m not, Y/N. I noticed this even when I was seeing Jihyo and the girl before that. For some reason, you’re always acting off when another girl is involved with me.” He explains further.

Fuck. He really caught on to that a little too well. You know what, maybe he is right. Maybe you’re not jealous out of concern that these girls that keep showing up in Namjoon’s life will take him away from you. It’s really because you wish you were in their place. Being so intimately closer to him than you have ever been. Another flying thought of Yoongi’s questions that caused you to spiral comes to mind.

“You literally do that to me! I couldn’t even go somewhere without you acting weird and accusing me of hanging out with other men who do not live in our house.”

“That’s different.” He rubs the crease between his brows, you press your lips even tighter in frustration. “Plus, I don’t even think I trust some of the ones that do live in our house.”

Namjoon’s comment has you puzzled. What is he trying to imply?

“Why do you think that?”

“I’ve just had a feeling that something weird is going on, and everyone seems to know except for me.”

Shit, everyone? You’ve been cautious this whole time except when you first slept with Yoongi, leading Jungkook to find out. But Jin, Hoseok and Taehyung? Have they somehow realized and have been quiet about it. There’s no way to address something you don’t even know. You have to redirect the conversation.

“You say that, but you’re the one being so vague about why you've been so buddy buddy with Soyoon lately.” You mutter with an attitude, crossing your arms. “You don’t have to hide it and lie to me if you’re interested in her. Just go date her already.”

Namjoon scoffs. He walks closer to you, outstretching his arms on both of your sides, caging you. He’s so close, smelling like the fresh wood sage cologne he sprays on after a shower. For some reason, this smell is more intoxicating right now than ever before. Your heartbeat feels like it’s increasing from the close proximity. This isn’t even the first time you’ve been this close to him, but there’s some kind of energy making you feel anxious than before.

“Because I don’t fucking want to.”

“Then what’s stopping you?”

“You.” Namjoon mouths out, words so quiet feeling like only you two are meant to hear.

“Huh? Me?” You scrunch your eyebrows while whispering at him. “Is my jealousy really getting in the way of you being happy?”

“You’re one of the smartest people I know and you still want me to spell it out for you?” He chuckles bitterly, seemingly feeling like he’s going to regret the next sentence that’s going to come out of his mouth.

You nod, “Yes, because I’m still confused about your actions and I’m tired of the constant misunderstandings and fights— ”

“Because I’m in love with you.”

The world suddenly goes silent for what feels like a thousand minutes.

Your mouth is left agape, unable to find any reason to continue speaking. Whatever thought bubbles filled your head with anger and anxiety are now gone. You find it hard to gather the next words you say from looking right into Namjoon’s dragon eyes, mesmerizing you.

“Y-You’re in l-love with me.” The realization escapes your lips, rather shaky, The words hanging in the air, charged with an unexpected gravity.

Namjoon takes a deep breath, his eyes holding a mix of determination and vulnerability. "Yes, I've been in love with you for a long time. Soyoon was in the process of helping me confess to you on Valentine's Day, but with you acting jealous and making up scenarios in your head, I couldn't keep it a secret any longer."

Your mind races, processing his confession. Namjoon, your best friend, has just declared his love for you. The first one out of your friends… but is he? You vaguely remember Yoongi saying something similar during that one party, but you brushed it off. There’s also Hwasa’s observations… Jimin’s kiss on his birthday…

Oh no.

The gravity of the situation sinks in, and your internal conflict intensifies. You're entangled in a complicated fuck buddies deal with Yoongi and Jimin, who potentially may be in love with you too. And now a lot of these things are starting to make sense,

Then there’s Namjoon's words adding a new layer of concern. How will this confession affect your shit with Yoongi and Jimin? You like all of them but do you love them? You also do not live in a perfect universe to be dating all of them. Would they even want that?

Namjoon must sense your anxiety skyrocketing, because he leans in and kisses your forehead. And for just a bit, you go back to feeling floaty. You want to feel like this all the time, but it’s not going to happen anytime soon. You have things to resolve.

“You probably have a lot on your mind. I do too.” He cups your cheeks, sincerely staring into your eyes. “You don’t have to answer me right now. I just wanted to ease your mind before anything else happens.”

You nod back slowly, waiting for him to continue.

“I might be gone for the fall semester.” He starts, moving over to sit on your bed.

Oh.

“I applied for a study abroad law program in New Zealand and Korea. I’ll be in my last year and my parents told me over winter break that they want me to go abroad and gain some new experience. I see Yoongi working so hard and I feel like I haven’t been doing much at all.”

This new information comes as a shock to you, and you feel excited for him, yet sad for several reasons

Namjoon had fought with his parents last summer about wanting to pursue a career as an archivist or art conservator. They said it wasn’t ideal and that he should focus on being a civil servant and then become a politician. He came over to your house once and stayed the night in your room, shedding tears about how his parents didn’t understand him.

The second reason is more selfish: You’ve never been apart from Namjoon for a long time since you first met him. Sure, since you guys have a one year age difference, there were times that you weren’t at the same school together. Though, it’s not like you never saw each other at least some point in the week. You’re neighbors after all. This would be different. Maybe there will be an occasional facetime call or texts sent during different time zones from him retelling his adventures. Though it won’t be the same as having him with you. You’re not going to admit that right now though.

“So you’re not going to pursue art and become an archivist or art conservator anymore?”

“I…I am. I’ll find a way to prove to my parents that I can do this and be successful. I’ll network, find a way to get into that space more. Studying abroad would be a great way to do that.” He explains softly.

You remember the question Yoongi had asked yesterday about your dreams. You still feel like you don’t have a concrete answer, but seeing the way your older best friends try so hard makes you think you should start focusing on that as well. You wonder if Jimin has any thoughts of his own regarding the future too.

Namjoon continues to converse with you about his future plans and why he had to confess to you now, as he didn’t want it to be “too late” and regret it later on. While you don’t ask him what he meant by that, you kind of had an idea.

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Once Namjoon leaves your room to rejoin everyone upstairs, the floaty and relaxed feeling inside you fades away and you immediately start to feel like shit.

The truth begins to bear down on you: Yoongi and Jimin's friends-with-benefits arrangement might not be just a casual fling. They probably like you too — well, more than a best friend. The deal was probably to act as a trial period, a way for them to express their feelings without the complexity of a formal confession and for you to realize some repressed feelings. Although now, with Namjoon's direct and sincere confession, you just simply don’t know what to do anymore.

Things were easier when you didn’t have to think about this much originally with Yoongi. Just have sex from time to time and still remain best friends. When Jimin managed to seduce you, awakening something within you, and get added as fuck buddy #2, you had stepped into a dangerous zone. Now the thought of Namjoon getting added to that…

No! He’d never do it. He’s not as open-minded and insane to become your third fuck buddy. If he found out, you don’t think he’d be happy. He’d probably murder Yoongi and Jimin for hiding and doing such an insane thing. Then you’d be next. And even if you’d add Namjoon to this fuck buddies trial deal, you don’t think anyone would be happy in the end.

You love them all. No favoritism for one over the others. They all have something that makes you feel butterflies, whether you realized it before or not.

Is this the perfect time to talk to Hwasa about your dilemma? You don’t even think you’ve told her about you and Jimin, but she’s perceptive. She probably saw some signs, but hadn’t commented on them.

You [4:03PM]: Hey Hwasa, we need to have a girl talk time. Hyejinnie [4:04PM]: Say no more! I’m telling Jungkook to come carry you up so we can talk in my room.

And just when you received that message, Jungkook shows up at the door and bows to you.

“I have been requested to bring up the Honey Princess to Hwasa’s room.”

You laugh. He’s adorable, you think. “Yes? Please take me up, Sir Jungkook.”

Jungkook carries you on his back once again, up the stairs. You take a glance of Yoongi, Jieun, Jin and Namjoon in the kitchen, preparing dinner before you are in Hwasa and Soohyun’s shared room at the end of the hall. Jungkook comments that he’s getting you ice to make your ankle’s swelling go down, leaving the room. You faintly hear him scolding your guy besties for not doing that earlier, making you guys laugh. He comes back with a bag of ice and then exits the room, closing the door in the process.

Hwasa greets you with a warm smile as you settle onto the bed, propping yourself up against the pillows. This bedroom is adorned with fairy lights, creating a cozy atmosphere that contrasts the turmoil in your mind. Hwasa, perceptive as always, senses that something serious is on your mind.

"So spill, what's going on?" she asks, her eyes filled with concern.

You take a deep breath, contemplating where to begin. "Remember my thing with Yoongi…” You whisper, hoping no one outside could hear. The TV is pretty loud playing someone’s Spotify playlist though.

“Yes, of course! Are y’all still…”

“We are.” Hwasa nods in response. “I’ve been keeping things lowkey so I haven’t told you much advancements, but I also started doing that with Jimin."

Her eyes widen, not in surprise, but more in confirmation of her past observations. “I figured that might’ve been the case when I kept seeing you be a little more touchier than usual in class last semester."

Your face reddens as you remark. “Nothing really passes by you, does it?” Hwasa can’t help but laugh at your reaction.

“You’re literally living the dream!” She holds both of your hands, intrigued at your ‘love life’. “They’re two of the finest frat boys on this campus. I don’t see how there can be a problem.”

"Except there is…" you admit, unraveling your overall deal with Jimin and Yoongi, your thoughts about them probably liking you and the argument you had with Namjoon earlier. As you share the details, Hwasa listens attentively, offering occasional nods and empathetic expressions.

"Wow, that's…a lot," she remarks when you finish. "And now Namjoon dropped the bomb? He’s equally as hot too."

You nod, feeling the weight of the situation. "Exactly. I never expected him to confess. I didn’t think he felt that way about me. Now, I'm stuck in this mess, and I don't know what to do!" You fall back onto the pillows, looking at the ceiling in frustration.

Hwasa places a comforting hand on yours. "First things first, take a deep breath.” You do. “It's a lot to process, but you'll figure it out. Now, tell me how you feel about each of them. Let’s start with Jimin"

“Jimin is someone who I feel comfortable with to try new things. He’s always managed to get me out of my shell and without him, I don’t think I’d be the person I am today. He’s also really kinky in bed so…Soft dom vibes?”

“Okay, spicy, I see! And Yoongi?”

“Yoongi feels like my soulmate…even Jimin pointed it out. We’re so in tune with one another that I don’t feel so on edge around him. I feel more relaxed. But I’m so emotionally driven and sometimes he doesn’t get that. Though he does try. Always does.”

Hwasa coughs repeatedly, “How’s the sex?”

“I… It’s really fucking good. Getting fingered by a man who plays the guitar is another worldly experience. Ten out of ten.” Hwasa squeals hearing this, but quickly covers her mouth to avoid anyone coming in concerned.

“Well holy shit. I guess that leaves Namjoon?”

“Namjoon, right.” You haven’t thought about it much before, but it was mainly because you’ve tried not to see him like that. He was obviously attractive with his muscles and tall height. His brains are another thing. “Aside from how obviously hot he’s always been, his mind is just so eloquent. He’s such a big brother at times and while I get annoyed at his lecturing, he makes me feel grounded and keeps challenging me to work harder. I don’t know what else to say?”

You find that articulating your emotions brings a sense of clarity. Hwasa provides thoughtful insights and asks probing questions, guiding you through the maze of your own emotions.

Once you've laid out your feelings, Hwasa leans back, pondering. "Alright, here's what I think. You need to have an honest conversation with all of them. Start off with Yoongi and Jimin, then somehow get Namjoon in that conversation. Lay your cards on the table, and let them know where you stand. It's the only way to avoid misunderstandings and hurt feelings."

You sigh, realizing the truth in her words. "But what if I can't choose between them? What if I ruin everything?"

Hwasa smirks, "Then, my dear, you need to consider a different kind of arrangement—one that works for all parties involved. But that's a discussion for another day. For now, focus on being open and honest with them. You owe it to yourself and to them."

“You’re right. Thank you Hwasa for hearing me out on my crazy dramatic life. I appreciate you so much.” You gesture her to get closer so you can give her a hug, and she does.

+++++++++++

After your heart-to-heart with Hwasa, Jungkook comes in to let you know that dinner is ready and that he’ll be taking you over there. You appreciate his kindness.

The delicious aroma of the meat wafts through the air as you enter the kitchen, where the group is gathered around the table, engaged in lively conversation.

Jin, always the culinary maestro, tells everyone to take their seats. As you settle in, you can't help but glance at your three best friends at different points during the meal.

Yoongi is focused on grilling meat, his brows furrowed in concentration. The subtle scent of his cooking skills fills the air, momentarily distracting you from your internal conflict. You catch his eye, and there's a silent understanding between you two.

Jimin, sitting across from you, steals occasional glances your way. His gaze is warm and comforting, reassuring you that no matter the complications, he's there for you. A small smile passes between you that speaks volumes.

Namjoon, busy discussing something with Hoseok, occasionally looks in your direction. There's a mix of emotions in his eyes—longing, and perhaps a touch of hope.

The dinner is filled with laughter and camaraderie as the trip ends tonight. You try to savor the meal and the company, but the weight of the unspoken hangs in the air.

As the night progresses, you find yourself more restless. The uncertainty of your situation gnaws at you. Once dinner concludes, you and the other girls go to the living room to watch some youtube videos on the smart TV. As they busy themselves talking about stuff, you grab your phone and open the group chat with Yoongi and Jimin.

You [8:45PM]: Valentine’s Day. I’ll give you my decision.

Sending the message, you brace yourself for the conversations that lie ahead. Whatever happens, you face it headstrong.

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tbc :O a/n: uh-oh we're getting to the conflicting part hehehehe !!! i apologize for the delay getting this chapter out. i am currently working on some big things and doing some interviews so the fic had been neglected for a month or so, but i am back for a bit and already working on CH 8 as well! Anyone have any thoughts or theories on what Y/N will decide to say? i'd love to hear about them so lmk hehehe thank you all for reading!

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fool for you | jjk

When Jungkook is finally single, you shoot your shot.

✨ title: fool for you | ✨ pairing: jungkook x f!reader ✨ word count: 1.8k | ✨ rating: pg-13 ✨ genre/au: fluff, light angst | college, fake dating, strangers to friends to lovers ✨ warnings: alcohol consumption, language, mentions of cheating, soft boyfriend vibes jungkook (yes, it's a warning), hand holding, kissing

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While you were idly scrolling through Netflix, your roommate and best friend, Lyla raced into the room. You jumped back in response to her sudden arrival and banged your head on the hanging fairy lights strung along your wall.

"Babe! Get the fuck up! It's your time to shine." She ran to the closet, rummaging through her things, looking for something.

You sat up, confused, pausing your scrolling through Netflix. "Wait, what do you mean?"

"Jungkook and Jieun! J-squared. They broke up, and she cheated on him!" Lyla turned to you, grinning at the last bit she spat out.

Jieun cheated on Jungkook? Who would cheat him? He's the complete package, the one to ruin you for the next guy and every girl's ideal partner. You were bewildered that she thought someone else was better than Jungkook. What a fool, you thought.

You'd had a crush on him for months, and now that he was finally available, you had the chance to make a good impression. You were surprised to learn that he had been seeing the cheerleading squad captain, Jieun, for almost a year. Nevertheless, you weren't going to pursue a person in a relationship.

Lyla, the melodrama queen, devised a plan to help you. Were you even ready for a relationship? Was he? He just got out of a relationship. Indeed he wasn't even close to being ready to date again. And you weren't looking to be someone's rebound. So, you weren't sure why Lyla became adamant about you making a move right this second.

Lyla tossed the white cable-knit sweater and mustard-colored skirt she had just pulled across your lap. “Babe, the row of girls outside his dorm room will take your shot if you don't!” She kept glaring at you and the pile of clothing on your lap, telling you to change immediately.

From what you've heard, Jungkook was the kind of person who was constantly dating. A girl was ready to come in when the first one ended. You would assume that now was your turn because there was girl after girl watching and waiting for their chance to strike.

But it was now or never. What did you have to lose? Him saying no or ignoring you? Pfft--you've had worse happen.

So you plucked up the confidence, exhaled, and decided to dive in. Time to feast.

You scoured the dripping, wet campus to see if he was walking from his English class back to his dorm. You blame Lyla, who dug up all the dirt on him. She claimed that you needed an upper hand to everything Jeon Jungkook.

Right on schedule. His English class was released and now was your chance. You hesitated momentarily, but Lyla patted your ass to encourage you. "Go get 'em, tiger!"

Even from the back, he had a soft and cuddly appearance. The perm he got a few months ago was starting to grow out, so perhaps that was the cause, along with his furry brown overcoat.

You quickly approached the cute, cuddly boy wearing a brown jacket. “Hi—I'm so sorry to bother you..." The cute boy you've been crushing on peered at you with his big doe eyes, and fuck–he was wearing those clear, transparent glasses you loved so much. You kept following his speed as he held out his transparent umbrella. "...this is kind of stupid and weird, but we're about to pass my ex, and I was wondering if you hold my hand so I can make him jealous."

You were certain he would refuse you and make you look like a fucking idiot as his eyes narrowed. But he held his right hand while switching the umbrella to his other hand. "Where is he?" Looking around to see who you were referring to.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Hook, line, and sinker.

You didn't imagine he'd fall for the ruse; instead, you anticipated that he would give you a crazy look before walking away. As you saw this plan unfold, you turned to look at Lyla, squirming excitedly in place.

"He's over there." Funny enough, when you and Jungkook pointed at a random ass on campus, the man knit his eyebrows in confusion.

"You gonna take my hand or...?"

"Right..." You completely forgot he was reaching out his hand for yours. Your hand was entwined with his and was everything you had hoped for. Large, warm, and inviting. To your surprise, he took your hand and held it against his chest before raising it to kiss the back of your hand.

Oh god—his lips were so soft. This was pure agony for you. You tried to hide your smile by looking away from him. The thought of his lips on your skin caused the butterflies in your stomach to flutter. Lyla's ridiculous plan worked.

You two walked silently for a few more minutes until you arrived at the library. You let go of Jungkook's hand, although you thought yours fit perfectly in his.

You took a few steps up and turned around to face him. "Thank you," you mumbled, your gaze drawn to your semi-soaked boots rather than his.

Jungkook laughed at your timidity after being so bold. "Do you need anything else to make your ex jealous?"

A kiss, you thought, but you shook your head and waved it aside. "Thank you again," you said as you dashed into the library.

You found an empty desk and buried your head in the crook of your arms, completely mortified by your actions. You couldn't believe you had just told your crush a lie. But you're unlikely to run into him again. You didn't have the same circle of friends or attend the same parties...or, more accurately, you were rarely invited to parties. So you tried to justify your actions. It was simply to take your shot and leave a lasting impression. You were proud of yourself for getting out of your comfort zone and doing something instead of sitting around and wondering what would happen.

It was the weekend before Spring Break, and you were excited to travel to LA with Lyla and some other girls from your floor. Do some shopping, go to the beach, and end your trip at Disneyland.

Of course, a Spring Break celebration would be incomplete without a party. Lyla had recently begun a friends-with-benefits deal with Kim Namjoon, and he had invited you and Lyla.

"Ly—why are we here again? This isn't our scene," you huffed, walking past a glob of what looked like someone hurled a basket of Halloween candy. You tiptoed carefully around it, the smell almost making you gag.

"It's time to meet new people and make new friends, babe. Plus, you never know when you'll run into Jeon Jungkook," she suggested, her brows wiggling in delight.

You gave her a scowl. "Please—I can never face Jungkook again, and I can't believe you got me to lie to him." And you never saw him on campus after the whole thing. And Jungkook had to have sworn off all women because you hadn't heard anything about him being taken or seeing someone. Your little coincidence was just that. You didn't expect a relationship to blossom from a lie.

Lyla chuckled and linked her arm with yours. She squealed quietly when she saw Namjoon in the kitchen, making a drink. She kept dragging your homebody ass towards the group of guys hooting and howling.

"Hey," Jungkook paused, "you're that girl who wanted me to hold your hand." He almost seemed pleased to see you.

"That's me—thanks again, for you know, doing that," you sighed and smiled. He was exactly what you wanted to avoid.

Namjoon handed you and Jungkook a red cup, and you both thanked him before returning your focus to Jungkook. "You went to great lengths just to hold my hand."

Your eyes widened. Shit. What? Who told him? Was it Lyla? Your money was on her. You glance at your best friend, who quickly averts her gaze, kissing Namjoon on the cheek.

You shook your head and clenched your jaw. "How'd you find out?"

Jungkook shrugged. "I have my ways," he explained casually. But it was Lyla who surrendered. Lyla overheard Jungkook's conversation with a classmate as he went around, asking if anyone knew you. Lyla, being Lyla, interrupted their conversation, satisfactorily revealing your massive crush on him.

You took a deep breath and apologized. "That was incredibly stupid of me. Don't worry. You won't have to see me again." You turned around, taking a sip of the shoddy mixed drink before leaving the party. You definitely didn't want to be there anymore after being discovered by Jeon Jungkook. You could probably never show your face around campus again, trying to avoid him at all costs.

"Wait—" He beelined his way through the crowd, shouting over the loud, thumping music. He came to a halt just inches away from you. You concentrated on the small pouch attached to his combat boots to avoid having to look at him. "What if I need you to make a girl jealous?"

You scoffed at the cute boy and rolled your eyes. There's no way Jieun would ever be jealous if Jungkook were to see the two of you together. "I hardly doubt you need me to make Jieun jealous. There are plenty of other girls waiting in line," you advised him before turning around to take off again.

When the door opened, Jieun walked hand in hand with Park Jimin. You assumed she cheated on Jungkook with him. You didn't understand the allure; he was cute, but he wasn't Jeon Jungkook; to each their own, you suppose.

Your eyes narrowed at her, nostrils flared, ready to take her down--but again, why? You didn't know her, and you didn't know Jungkook. All you knew was that she cheated on him, and that pissed you off.

So you did what needed to be done. You returned to Jungkook and placed your lips on his, reaching up on your tiptoes. He took a moment to realize what was going on, but he returned the kiss, his soft, moisturized lips entwining with yours. You both tilted your heads to deepen the kiss, his free hand cupping your cheek and your hand drawing his waist closer to you. You drew away from Jungkook once you felt Jieun's presence had faded as if she had seen enough to make her jealous.

The warm fuzzy feeling in your chest began to dissipate into embarrassment. Did you just kiss Jeon Jungkook in front of his ex-girlfriend in the middle of a crowded party? You didn't even have much to drink, but you felt like you would be sick.

"I'm--so sorry, Jungkook."

✨next - Part 2

[arxims]

𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘,𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋

After committing a serious violation of the Higher Realms protocol, You were punished to live on earth for 30 human days without your powers. Considering your lack of experience on earth, you doubted your survival on the mortal plane especially without any powers, you only had one choice, the human you met 8 mortal years ago. But you were completely oblivious of the chaos awaiting you on the mere mortal plane of earth.

au /genre : human!Jungkook x guardian!reader, fantasy au humor, fluff, crack, a bit angst, supernatural au

Warnings : mentions of dark elements like satanic worship and black magic, and human sacrifice, magical elements, spiritual elements, eventual smut.

Rating : 17+

© All rights of this story belong to arxims. This cannot be modified, translated or republished without my permission or knowledge.

This is a work of pure fiction and has no relation with the BTS members in real life. Please take it in a story sense.

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Word count : 1.4 k

In the multiple realms existing in the universe, exist the higher realm. A realm which is home to the guardians. A species created by the almighty creator, blessed with certain powers, born to maintain the balance of all realms and all multiverses. The powers and abilities of the whole realm was provided by a rotating Mystic sphere, called the Mystic core situated in the heart of the realm. The source of magic. The higher realm is divided into peculiar subrealms, each subrealms, houses guardians with similar powers and abilities. Air Realm, Fire realm, and all elementals have it's own realm, with Mind Realm, Space Realm and Time realm. Each realm was ruled, looked forward by the superior of each. And the most powerful realm of all subrealms is considered to be the Energy realm. And the new superior of the energy realm was Jieun, Guardian of Cosmic energy.

Though all kinds of energy guardians were present in the energy realm, one kind of energy was rare. The primordial energy guardian. The Higher realm will only contain one primordial energy guardian in one generation and it's a rare phenomenon of the birth of an energy guardian. After skipping a generation with no primordial energy guardian, born You, (Y/N). The guardian of Primordial Energies. Capable of controlling any energy. Even the primordial energies itself.

Growing up as an enigma, you were spoiled by everyone. Especially by the superior of that time, Boa. Boa trained you by herself, as at some point, energy realmers believed that you would be crowned as the next energy realm superior. But Boa knew you couldn't look after a realm all by yourself. She chose Jieun before her death. And Jieun treated you, Just like Boa did. It does erupt jealousy from other sub realms that (Y/N) of the Energy realm was given more importance than other guardians, given allowance to roam anywhere in the vast expansion of the multiverse. But one thing remained strict is the set of rules that has to be strictly followed by any guardian, even you. And you, of all, unintentionally violated it.

The council chamber of the higher realm was silent. The tension resonated on the pristine white walls.

The vast hall was filled with a tense atmosphere. The guardians of the various realms were assembled, seated according to their ranks and realms. At the center dais sat the Council Elders, who were also the superiors of their respective realms – Zephyr, the wise Elder of the Air Realm, Ignis, the stern Elder of the Fire Realm, and Aquarius, the ancient Elder of the Water Realm. Their faces were etched with concern.

You, the Guardian of Primordial Energies, stood defiantly before them, your eyes blazing with indignation. Jieun, the Superior of the Energy Realm, stood beside the Council Elders, her expression grave. Orin, the Superior of the Mind Realm, and Tharos, the Superior of the Space Realm, flanked Jieun, their expressions inscrutable.

"Elders, I implore you to reconsider," you pleaded. "The energy surge was an accident, a result of my inexperience, not malice."

Zephyr, the wise Elder, spoke up in a gentle tone. "We understand, (Y/N). However, the consequences of your actions were catastrophic. The destabilization of the time-space continuum and the Mystic Core's rotation could have been disastrous."

Murmurs of agreement rippled through the gathered guardians.

You stepped forward, voice laced with defiance. "I never intended for such chaos to unfold! It was a miscalculation, nothing more. Surely my service and loyalty to the Higher Realm count for something?"

Ignis, the stern Elder, leaned forward. "Your power is unmatched, (Y/N). Such power comes with great responsibility, which you have failed to uphold."

"Failed?" you scoffed. "I have dedicated my life to maintaining the balance of the multiverse! One mistake should not negate all that I have accomplished."

Aquarius, the ancient Elder, rasped, "We understand your frustration, young one. But the threat you posed to the very fabric of existence cannot be ignored."

All eyes turned to the Superiors, awaiting their judgment.

Orin, the Superior of the Mind Realm, stroked his chin thoughtfully. "While I empathize with (Y/N)'s position, the Council's concerns are valid. Her power is immense, and a lack of control could prove catastrophic."

Tharos, the hulking Superior of the Space Realm, nodded in agreement. "Indeed. Perhaps a period of intensive training and guidance, rather than outright banishment, would be more appropriate?"

Jieun remained silent, her expression inscrutable as she weighed the options before her.

You seized the opportunity, turning to Jieun with pleading eyes. "Superior Jieun, you have been my mentor and guardian. Surely you can see the injustice in punishing me so harshly for an honest mistake?"

Jieun held your gaze, her expression unreadable. After a long moment, she spoke, her voice heavy with reluctance. "Your actions, however unintentional, put the entire multiverse at risk, (Y/N). This cannot be overlooked."

Your shoulders slumped, but her defiant gaze remained fixed on her mentor.

"However," Jieun continued, "I agree that banishment may be too severe. Perhaps a period of intense training and reflection, under the guidance of the Council Elders themselves, would be more appropriate."

Zephyr considered Jieun's words, her brow furrowed in thought. "A reasonable suggestion, Superior Jieun. What do you say, fellow Elders?"

Ignis stroked his beard, his stern gaze focused on you. "The threat she poses cannot be ignored. But perhaps, with proper guidance, she can learn to harness her abilities responsibly."

Aquarius nodded slowly. "Yes, a period of training and reflection may be the wisest course of action."

The Elders exchanged glances, silently communicating their thoughts.

Finally, Zephyr spoke once more. "Very well. The Council has reached its decision."

The hall fell into a heavy silence as all eyes turned to the Council Elders.

"(Y/N) shall be stripped of her powers and sent to the Realm of Earth for thirty human days," Zephyr proclaimed. "During this time, she shall live amongst the humans, without her abilities, and learn the value of control and responsibility."

You recoiled slightly, but remained silent, her jaw clenched tightly.

"Furthermore," Zephyr continued, "upon her return, (Y/N) shall undergo rigorous training under the guidance of the Council Elders themselves. Only then will she be deemed fit to wield her powers once more."

Jieun bowed deeply, relief and gratitude evident in her features. "I accept the Council's decision, and I shall ensure that (Y/N) understands the gravity of her actions and the importance of her training upon her return."

The Elders nodded solemnly, their expressions a mixture of respect and relief at the resolution.

Orin and Tharos exchanged glances, silently acknowledging the wisdom of the Council's decision.

Jieun turned to you, her eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and determination. "I know this is not what you wanted, child. But as your mentor, it is my duty to ensure that you learn the lessons you need to wield your power responsibly."

You took a shuddering breath, her defiance deflating in the face of Jieun's unwavering resolve. "I understand, Superior. I will use this time on Earth to reflect and grow. And when I return, I will prove to the Council that I am worthy of my power." your fierce attitude returned.

Jieun placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. "I know you will, child. Now, go and prepare yourself for your journey to the Realm of Earth. May the light guide you on your path."

You never wanted to live on earth. But little did you know that the set of events waiting for you on earth would potentially change your celestial life forever.

Prologue is here. I've made some changes from the prequel since this was supposed yyo be a one shot with no romance and thus I never considered adding elements that could potentially lead the story. We'll here we are on our way to approach the fic. I thought it'll be better to post prologue before posting the chapters so that readers could get a good look on the premises of the story. But trust me, the story is not as serious as the prologue looks like. It's more of a less serious one. Oh I'm spoiling it more. But let me tell you, this more of a (Y/N) story than Jungkook story. So let's goo

I'll only start posting angel baby angel after finish moonstruck. So this is all you'll get of angel baby angel before moonstruck. This is more of a fantasy fic so be readyyyy. Love yall so much, kisses...

- mars

ᴛᴀɢʟɪsᴛ : @looneybleus @ttanniett

[moccahobi]

Tangled Mess: Our Place

Summary: Jieun joins in the Hoseok/Y/n library time and Hoseok finds himself self-conscious.

Paring: Hoseok x GN Reader, Yoongi x Jungkook

Genre: Soulmate AU, Grad School AU, Young Professional AU, Angst, Fluff

Warnings: A Breakup

Word Count: 548 words

A/N:

Tag List: @@daisies-and-dandelionpuffs

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The red strings seemed all the more present to Hoseok today. They were screaming for his attention, for him to try to help detangle them, for him to do anything to shorten the distance between their ends. It was all in his mind though. The strings were no more vibrant or present than before… It was probably just because Yoongi said he finally got together with Jungkook. It was a teary call and undoubtedly that is why Hoseok is thinking about them more. 

It has no connection to you sitting next to him, leaning against his arm as you read your book. The library was becoming “our place” in Hoseok’s mind, associating it with you and your laughter. It was a problem. You didn’t see him that way. Sure you were a bit touchier and friendlier since Hoseok was attacked by that lamb. 

The two of you weren’t even alone in the library today. Jieun decided to join today, claiming it had the manga they wanted to read… but they were just watching you all curled up against Hoseok’s side and eyeing Hoseok as if he was doing something wrong. 

If enjoying your crush leaning against you was a crime… Hoseok was 100% a criminal. 

Hoseok sighed when you got up to use the restroom, watching you go off and worrying about what Jieun might say. They quickly got close, their bag falling in their rush. 

“Is it ok if I curl up against you?” 

Hoseok scrunched his nose together in disgust, “No.” 

“Why do you let Y/n then?” He opened his mouth, “And don’t even claim it’s because you’re closer to them! We’ve known each other since we were in diapers and have been close for most of the time since. We even shared beds before!” 

Hoseok sighed, “Look. I know that I need to set some boundaries between Y/n and I… I just… I’ve not felt this way about someone before. Every time I think of a reason to set a boundary, I find a reason to wait.” 

Jieun sighed, “Good thing you’re not using the excuse of them initiating it to not put a stop to this.” 

Hoseok laughed and they pushed him, “I know you’re looking out for me.”

“Damn right. I don’t want to see you hurt.” 

“Thank you.” 

“Why would Hobi be hurt?” You asked, looking between Jieun and him with a questioning glance. 

“Oh! Our Hobi has a crush on someone! They don’t like him back and I am just trying to make sure this guy,” Jieun punches Hoseok’s shoulder, “protects his heart.”

“Oh. How could someone not like you back! You’re a catch!” You said, looking intently at your book as you settled back down, a meter of distance between you now. 

Hoseok shrugged, “Thank you.” 

He wanted to curse Jieun out for creating this distance between you and him… but he knew it was for the best. You didn’t like him. This red string was a fated thing that Hoseok didn’t understand fully but it seemed that for Hoseok, he’d be cursed to live with unrequited love. He’d happily do it though. If his relationship with you is only friendship and he watches from the sidelines as you get love that you deserve, he will be happy. 

[joheunsaram]

promise - 14 (knj)

Chapter 14 - On To 2019!

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Summary- Another year, another New Years party at jungkook’s

word count- 3.1k

pairing- college!Namjoon (previously asshole!Namjoon) x Reader

rating- PG15

genre- collegeau, e2l, idiots2l, fluff, angst

warnings- none

a.n- I’m feeling feelings so I’m releasing this early. Please enjoy promise back from hiatus!

special s/o to @magicshopaholic for beta reading you the best 🥰

As always feedback appreciated, a reblog and a like goes a far way. Send me an ask! 💌

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“Oh my god, dude! Why are you always late! It’s almost midnight!” Jungkook yelled as soon as he opened the door, pulling you inside with your elbow, uncaring of the snow that got dragged into his foyer as well.

“I’m sorry! I was stuck on a stupid bug-”

“No! No work talk. Only drunk talk!” your best friend stated, somehow manifesting a shot glass out of thin air and handing it to you. Shaking your head in endearment, you downed the high-end yet still putrid vodka as he grinned.

You had missed your friends. After graduation, everyone seemed to have scattered, leaving only Yoongi, Hoseok, Amber and you in the city where you had all gone to university. Gone were the days of living together and rowdy parties; all you had now was the routine of corporate jobs and weekends spent recuperating.

It wasn’t all just monotonous adulting though. Occasionally you all would pile up in Yoongi’s car and go to the city two hours away where Jungkook, Jisoo, Jieun, Jimin, and Irene were. Those were the weekends to remember, where you all would spend Fridays huddled together in Jungkook and Jisoo’s obscenely large first floor apartment watching movies after movies and Saturdays clubbing till the sun came up.

“My best friend!” Irene exclaimed as she saw you, enveloping you in a hug that crushed your bones, surprising for a woman her size. It melted your heart seeing all your friends gathered around Jungkook’s living room just like old times. It wasn’t too long before one shot turned to two and then into a rowdy few as you all settled around the coffee table playing drinking games and reminiscing about your alcoholic college years that seemed light years away already.

“Oo! Ride the bus, Y/N,” Hoseok screamed gleefully, clapping as Amber rolled her eyes and you whined. Riding the bus was a dangerous game to play, especially with your array of house rules. The game was fairly simple: four playing cards set in a row where you had to guess the color of the first, the suite of the second, whether the third card was higher or lower than the second, and finally if the last card had a number or a character. Simple enough, except every time you guessed wrong, you had to take a shot and start all over again, new cards from the deck being placed on top of the ones that were face up.

By the time you had successfully ridden the bus, the deck was half done and your vision was blurry, alcohol racing through your veins and escaping as little giggles between your lips. You relaxed into the sofa as your friends danced around you. Jimin had decided it was the perfect time to do a strip tease for Irene, swaying to the music as all of you cheered him on, throwing money at him. It wasn’t a party unless Jimin found a way to be in his underwear in some way.

It had been so long without your friends’ antics that you were giddy to be in the audience, just observing from the couch as the countdown began. However, something was drastically different from all those years. Somehow you had become the odd one out, the only single one in a room full of couples. The feeling only intensified when the clock struck midnight and you had to watch them exchange kisses. It felt lonely and you tried not to let it bother you, channeling that energy into gratitude for being around the best people you knew. Standing up as everyone cheered in the new year, you walked over to each of your friends, giving them a loud, obnoxious kiss on the cheek, making sure that the red of your lipstick transferred the shape of your lips onto their skin.

“No, do it right,” Hoseok whined when he noticed that his cheek didn’t bear the same bright scarlet as the rest of his friends, forcing you to search your bag for the lipstick amidst your giggles. Lips refreshed, you turned to him, grabbing his jaw and landing a loud peck on his cheek. He smiled broadly in victory, running around the living room with his arms in the air obnoxiously singing the tune of Final Countdown with Amber running after him to make sure his socks didn’t slip on the hardwood floor. Earlier melancholy forgotten, you grabbed your stomach, breathless from laughing at your friend’s antics as you collapsed on the couch, wheezing and eyes shut in glee.

“So when’s my turn?” a voice called to you, forcing your eyes to open in shock because you knew that deep baritone, you knew the teasing lilt to it, had dreamed about it. In the commotion that Hoseok created, you had missed Jungkook letting in another guest, one that you didn’t think you’d see any time soon.

Namjoon stood in front of you, his hair longer than ever before, silver gray bangs falling into his eyes and lengthening into a mullet behind his ears. He was dressed in a comfy black sweater and ripped jeans, and it felt like your brain short circuited, eyes blinking in disbelief as he chuckled at your expression.

“What?” you asked, not knowing if it had always been so hot in this room or if the alcohol in your blood was making you warmer, but your face felt like it was on fire, ears burning and heart pounding as you stared at him. He was supposed to be in California.

He chuckled again, his dimples deepening as he sat next to you, thighs touching yours and an arm stretched behind you on the back of the couch before he was leaning in, whispering to you conspiratory and repeating his question, “So when’s my turn? I promise I won't be flaccid like Hobi.”

Ignoring the fact that he somehow remembered the teasing question he had asked you two years ago, you focused on his voice, raspy and intentional, the syllables resounding through you carrying the heat from your face to between your thighs, tensing them in anticipation as he leaned in. But then you remembered why you were shocked to see him there.

“You were supposed to keep in touch,” you replied coldly, watching his smile fade as you stood up and made your way to the patio, grabbing a bottle of soju from the table. Months apart had scared you, made you feel as if you had imagined that night in front of your shared apartment, had imagined the way he kissed you and turned your life from a monochromatic grayscale to technicolor.

The two of you had texted a lot in the month after, Namjoon keeping you up to date on his move and you sharing your stresses about graduation. But with time, the messages dwindled to radio silence, adult life taking a toll on you both. After sometime you had resigned to the fact that he would be just another passing character in your story, just another person who got away, someone who fate had cruelly snatched away from you. You had spent the last two months trying to rewrite the story, trying to find someone else to cast as the lead. You had gone on blind dates set up begrudgingly by your friends, on Tinder dates with dudes that were more creepy than they were cute - you had even thought about messaging Taehyung, trying to shoehorn him back into your life. But your heart was stuck on that elevator, right between Namjoon’s fingers and his promises.

“So were you,” he replied, having followed you onto the patio, both of your socks soaking in the cold melted snow. He leaned on the railing next to you, watching drunk people pass by on the busy downtown street, friends talking animatedly, hugging each other, couples holding hands – the calm between the two of you a sharp contrast. Taking the bottle from between your fingers he took a long sip, your eyes following the bob of his throat before he stopped, licking his lips. “You said you were going to wait for me.”

He seemed hurt. His eyes were dark, brows furrowed and lips in a pout as he stared at you, making your stomach drop. Guilt hit you like a boulder, rooting you to the spot as you remembered his plea from so many months ago.

“I’ll be back next year. I’ll be back and if you’re… if you still like me. If you still want me, I’ll be here… I’ll be here, Y/N.”

You couldn’t help the way your eyes burned, tears bubbling over your face. You always had been a crybaby when you were drunk but the force of his words had your lip quivering pathetically. Your tears blurred the way his face morphed into concern, but you couldn’t see him even if you wanted to. His rainforest scent enveloped you as he brought your face to his chest, hugging you to him. You hadn’t realized how cold it was out there until you felt his warmth around you, cocooning you from the icy chill. He swayed with you a little, trying to coax you into a better mood but all you did was hold him close, fingers clawing at the back of his sweater as you spilled your apologies into his chest.

“Shh… It’s okay. You’re okay, Y/N,” he murmured, a hand stroking your head gently, fingers moving to your jaw when you looked up at him, face flushed and tears streaming down your cheeks. He smiled at you softly, cupping your face and wiping your tears with his thumbs, chuckling as you whined his name.

“Yo Kim Namjoon! What the fuck?”

The door to the patio opened to a livid Hoseok, mouth downturned as he took in the tears on your face. Marching over to the two of you, he took your hand pulling you away from Namjoon and shielding you with his body. Namjoon wasn’t much taller than him, but Hoseok’s anger made him tower over the man, words spilling out of his mouth. “I helped you with this surprise and you’re gonna make her cry?” he seethed before launching into a tirade against the poor guy. To his credit, Namjoon stood there with his head down, listening to your friend questioning his sincerity.

“Hobi. It’s not his fault,” you spoke softly, trying to calm your overprotective and over liquored friend. He stared down at you, watching your expression intently before seemingly finding what he was looking for and sighing. With a pointed look at Namjoon he left the two of you alone, the air now awkward and stilted.

“I’m sor-“

“I missed you,” Namjoon interrupted, hands in his pocket as he looked at the floor worrying his lower lip. You didn’t expect the simple words to have such an impact on you but they left you reeling, blossoming in your chest into vines that gave life to your feet, moving you towards him like strings on a marionette. Before you knew it, you were hugging him, arms clinging around his neck, pulling him impossibly close. His arms followed suit wrapping tightly around your waist and lifting you up till your legs were wrapped around him too. Despite the celebrations around you, the world was silent except for his breaths muffled by your sweater.

“I love you,” you whispered, not sure if you could say the words out loud so soon but too eager to hold them back anymore. His grip loosened at your words, making you slip a little lower on his body before he was moving his hands under your thighs to pull you back up, walking towards the wall to steady you. The cold brick permeated through the thick layer of your sweater, your face moving away from where it was buried in his neck so you could look up at him, unable to hold back your giggles at his expression.

“You look constipated,” you teased as you took in his flushed cheeks, curled lip and scrunched eyes. His expression changed at your words, turning stoic in a deadpan stare for a few seconds before morphing back into an embarrassed giddiness.

Instead of retorting like usual, he crashed his lips onto yours, a little chapped from the weather but you didn’t care when they fit so perfectly against you. It was shocking in the best of ways, lighting your body on fire till your lips were moulding into his even more, your tongue eager to taste him after so long. You felt powerless to the way he jiggled you in his arms a little, making you slip a little lower, your chest pressed against his, your thighs winding even tighter around his waist.

Oxygen was irrelevant as you kissed, your exhales akin to whimpers as the cool air melted against your heated face. Namjoon had always been bigger than your friends, hours in the gym manifesting in broad shoulders and strong arms, but in that moment he felt like a rock, reliable and stable, his arms wrapped over your thighs and his hands holding you up. He moaned your name between his searing kisses, the sound igniting an inferno within you, wanting him so much closer.

And then he stopped, panting as he held you, his forehead against yours, his grin just a few centimeters away making your eyes cross as you stared at his eyes pooling with warmth. His smile met yours a few times, the little pecks inflating your heart within your chest, pumping it full of adoration.

“I love you, too,” he whispered, making your heart burst into confetti, its gold flakes swimming in your blood, turning your vision as rosy as his cheeks. You couldn’t help but laugh, kissing him once again, your euphoria finding home in his lips. His hands slowly moved up your body, letting you root your feet on the ground as his fingers cupped your face, thumbs tracing the apples of your cheeks as they rose with your smile.

Your smiles remained infectious as the two of you made your way back into the apartment, soggy socks freezing your toes. Your friends cheered, Jungkook exclaiming “Finally!” as he spied your laced fingers, and Hoseok apologized sheepishly. Like the bubbles in your champagne you felt like you were floating, sitting on Namjoon’s lap with his arms around you as you watched your friends sing their favorite karaoke songs, each one of them proudly flaunting the red kisses you had given them. Namjoon seemed to have noticed that too, frowning as he leaned down to pick up your purse from the floor. Fishing out the tube of lipstick, he held it out with a pout, turning his cheek towards you.

“Me too,” he requested, his hand softly running up your thigh making you shake your head as you complied. His face lit up as your lips met his cheek, somehow surprised that you would kiss him despite the little makeout you had had merely half an hour ago. He scrunched his nose when you moved away, dimples on full display as he looked at the floor and smiled shyly. Cupping his jaw, you raised his eyes until he was looking at you and kissed his lips, loving the way he seemed shocked before relaxing, his arms winding around you. He didn’t deepen the kiss, content to just let it be gentle and soft, like he had been waiting forever to kiss you.

You had been waiting forever too, waiting to be with someone you were proud to introduce to your friends, someone who didn’t want to hide you, someone who wasn’t afraid to kiss you in a crowd, someone who didn’t expect that kiss to rush into something more. When you separated, he joined the conversation, talking to Yoongi about some new rapper that had debuted recently under a label the two of them followed, while you just stared at him, smiling goofily.

Hoseok appeared then, eyes a bit red and lips turned into a lopsided grin as he laid across the couch, his body draped on the four of you. “I love our family,” he professed giddily, ignoring his girlfriend as she tried to get him to stand up, instead happily recounting each of your group’s qualities that he was grateful for. He flopped onto the floor when Amber was successful in one of her tugs, wrapping his arms around her ankles and calling her his queen. She rolled her eyes but you could see the blush on her cheeks.

“I have the munchies! Someone do a McDonald’s run!” Irene yelled suddenly from where she was sitting on the floor between Jimin’s legs. Her foot poked Hoseok’s butt as he whined. He was always the one to brave walking outside to get nourishment for the group and you laughed as he protested that he was too worshiping his goddess to move, much to Amber’s chagrin who had resigned to her feet being Hoseok’s pillow and was sitting next to him.

“We’ll go,” Namjoon offered, grinning when you agreed, hand on the small of your back leading you to the door. Bundled up, he took out a red beanie from his coat jacket, putting it on your head and kissing your nose. It seemed so easy to walk with him, his arm around your shoulders as if the two of you had always been together. Yet the thought startled you. Were you together? Did he have to go back? Would the two of you still be bad at texting now that you had been reunited?

It seemed that Namjoon could read your mind because he pulled you closer, kissing the top of your head. His pace didn’t falter but his voice was a little hoarse as the two you neared the golden arches.

“We should talk,” he said softly, making your stomach drop, butterflies in your belly bouncing around in a flurry as if they were as panicked as you felt. Nothing good ever started with those three words, but you trusted Namjoon. After all the ups and downs and the will they won’t they, you trusted him enough not to shatter your heart. Even if your reunion was momentary, you would survive because you got to experience it with him, with his arms around you like they belonged there.

So you wrapped your arms around him, opening your heart as the next words left you.

“Okay,” you replied, bracing yourself for the inevitable, your smile as unstable as your heart. “Let’s talk.”

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Elder Vampire! Seokjin x Newborn Vampire! Reader: Blood is Red

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Part iv

A/n: Sorry if I kept anybody waiting =)

(In this AU just the bute doesn't change you, it kills you untill you are provided the blood of an pure blood vampire within a certain time to get turned... my au my rules 😛) There are gonna be mentions of blood and almost death so read with caution.

Summary: Namu clan has always been very strict and secretive as to whom they let into their clan. And go strictly by the rules of the Vampire Community as to never put a threat to their identity. What happens when Jimin finds a girl on the verge of death in an abandoned street.

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Each day the training got harder and harder as it was found out that the Argon Clan were making moves, according to the intel from the Wolfs the clan has even recruited new members and a series of murders have been going on. So it's only a matter of time before they come for the Namu clan, the Bangtan House being one if the most important of all places. But, you are a greater target and Jieun will surely target you more, hence, Yoongi baught a few wolf ops with him to teach a few of you the use of guns.

Hoseok explained you how even being a supernatural you can use silver bullets safely without hurting yourself. And you found yourself to be a natural at shooting.

"No doubt, you always were good at it. An expert hunter, turned in a vampire" Hoseok said "You are an invincible super human, always remember that" he said holding your shoulders, you guys were still trying to get used to the smell but you could never distance from Hoseok for that.

Apart from you Jungkook and Jihyo were good at it. Jimin was more comfortable with his bow and arrow that were actually awesome. Meanwhile Taehyung was good at bombs and Mark, one of the wolves' bombing experts showed him how to handle them, along with his sword. As for you, you marvelled at all but bombs, so you decided to stay within combat instead of explosives.

One evening you were sitting on the roof munching down an apple when, Jin came in and said "Hey beautiful"

"Hi Jin" you said with a smile.

"come with me I have something to show you" he said and put out his had "lets stroll there together"

"You came all the way here? Couldn't you call?" You said chuckling.

"I do not use those devices and the boys were busy so I had to come and get you" he said. You grabbed his arm and went. You again had this warm feeling inside you the moment you and Jin touched. You smiled to yourself at the fluttering feeling at your cold heart. Jin was leading you to one of the practice rooms. You saw a tall thing covered with a white cloth.

"Jin, what's that?" You asked.

"Uncover it and reveal it to yourself" he said, as you eagerly went on to find:

(imagine this to be on a mannequin)

You just stood there staring in awe at the gear, it seemed custom made as per you taste and you were sure Jin took Hoseok's help in this. You went on to take a closer look saw that the dagger hilt had your Name initials on it. You had always awed at Jihyo's gear, but you now loved the one you have. The blacks with purple tints suited you perfectly.

"Jin!" You said and ran to hug him and he caught you. "Thank you so much! This looks so great and perfect oh my god" you mumbled in joy.

"Thanks to Hoseok and Jimin, I knew exactly how to get these designed" he said

"Aye and this" Jin said, as he brought out something from his pocket.

"I personally chose these" he said.

"But if you dont like any piece we can get it changed" he said looking at you.

"I love each and every piece" you said adoring your new gear

"so why dont you get dressed in it?" He said.

You nodded and grabbed the main trouser and top to the room attached to change. You changed into it, only to realise that the top had a zipper and a belt in the back that you couldn't reach.

"Um.... Jin?" You called out.

"Yes?" He said from outside

"Can you come here and Zip this up?" You said.

"Should I get Jihyo? Wait I'll get Her-"

"No" you said "You come in" you said in. a firm voice, you blinked and found Jin standing behind you. You could swear you heard him suck in a breath. He touched your shoulders lightly as if you were made of porcelain. He held the zipper and as he pulled it, his touch felt like it burnt your skin. You could see his eyes raking up and down your body through your mirror, as he tightened the belt. He lingered a bit before he cleared his throat and left. Not before you noticed how red his cheeks and ears were.

"Yn?" You heard Namjoon's voice from outside. You shrugged on your jacket and stepped out of the room.

"Yes Joon?" You said.

"Wow" he said "You look really scary, I mean the good kind of scary" he said.

You chucked and thanked him and he proposed that you both go for a walk.

"Jimin told me you have some wierd feelings going on?" He said fixing his specs.

"That Rat!" You muttered before answering "Yeah um... Its embarrassing" you said.

"I know. You must think you like him" Namjoon said.

"Yeah I actually do" you confessed genuinely.

"But Yn I must tell you, you dont" he said. And you were shocked, since when did he knew more about of Your feeling than You?!

"Excuse me?" You said, irritation laced in your voice.

"Yn, don't get angry but it's just the blood pull, being around Jin all the time, makes you feel like you like him" he said.

"I'm not around him all the time" you protested

"Yeah apart from training and running errands. Don't think I didn't notice the two of you spending nights reading and talking at the library" he teased, with a smirk.

That is true, you generally spend nights with Jin, talking to him, reading with him, learning about different creatures.

"I also spend time with you Namjoon" you say, which is also true, you spend time learning about poisons and antidotes, they somehow peaked your interest.

"Yes, with Jin hyung" he mentioned

"Ah yes I feel a pull towards him and increases with the moon. The fuller the moon, the lesser the attraction. But I do genuinely like him" you said.

"Yes, but I just want you to be careful and think every step you take. Cause you're the first female atleast I have seen hyung to seem interested in" he said.

"I will" you said, after having a little more chat, Namjoon went off to mind his own business and you went back to change but something caught your eyes and instead you ran towards where you knew He was. How you knew? You don't know.

You grabbed a glove and dropped it infront of him.

"Pick it up" you told him

"Yn, you sure you can do this?" Jimin said from the other side of the room.

"Yes I know what I am doing" you said.

"But, What are you doing? Jimin ssi? Why did Yn drop a glove infront of Jin Hyung?" Taehyung asked in confusion.

"Pick it up Kim Seokjin, I challenge you to a swords duel" you said with a smirk.

"You really do that with a gauntlet you know" he said.

"Modern times, modern things" you said.

And he did, he picked it up and gave it to you. "Ok Yn Ln, I Kim Seokjin accept your challenge" he said. And you smiled to yourself, yes you have been planning to do this, and the moment you laid eyes on your gear, you wanted him to the first one you fight. Jihyo did say you had a clean chance of winning over Jin, so you did it.

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The next day (Duel day)

You glanced at Jin one wore time, taking in his black clad hunting gear. You would lie it you said, you didn't feel week in the knees for him. Who wouldn't?

But no, you took your brain out of your crotch and brought back your head in the game. You had to win this, Jimin brought out 2 practice swords and the two of you faced each other

"There's still time to forfeit" he said with a smirk

"In your dreams" you muttered and as if on cue, Jimin blew the whistle and the match started. It was a one match duel. The two of you watched each other and every movement.

The rest 7 shook in anticipation as to who would hit first, who'd call the first strike.

"Too scared to strike?" Jin asked

"You first grandpa" you teased

"Uh huh, lady's first" he said.

But you remained in your place and said "That only applies when you don't have senior citizens in the scene. But here you are" you said and that broke Jin's armour of patience and he swiftly brought down his sword to knock off yours but you skillfully blocked it out with one whisk and attacked him instead. You were playing all offence and Seokjin himself found this fierceness of yours extremely hot.

He kept evading your attacks as you never gave him a window to attack and not leaving any place unguarded. The two of you went on, to and fro hitting and evading and the audience couldn't move their eyes away from you. The two of you constantly threw insults at each other the moment you'd distance each other by the force of the sword.

You swiped your sword at him but he gracefully ducked from under it and grabbed your hand and even before you realised what was happening you were under his hold, him holding your neck with one arm locking your free arm and holding the sword arm with the other and you couldn't move.

"I do like when you're wild, but you can't defeat me" he said in your ear. His deep voice under his close proximity sent shivers down your spine and you tried to move and get free.

"What happened? Cat got your tongue? Do you forfeit?" He asked again his breath brushing over your ears.

"No" you said and kicked his knee with you foot hard and as an impact he winced which was enough time for you to set free and hold up your sword.

"Not today Seokjin. No not today" you said with a smirk. Jin swore to rub that smirk of your face, even though he had to admit this all was really kinda turning him on, but now was not the time for that.

The fight was so intense that Hoseok was amazed at the skills of the both of you showed. He's never seen anyone fight like that. Jimin almost felt proud that he trained you, well to some extent, you were surely pretrained and forgot that when your memory was taken.

Jin aimed his sword towards your leg and you swiftly jumped and that's when it came to your mind. You kicked his palm, resulting in his sword falling and you took the chance to land on it and pointed your sword towards Jin and said "Up"

You cant believe you did it, you defeated-

Your thoughts were cut when Jin caught your arm and tackled you down to the ground pointing your sword to your neck and said "Now now, getting to ahead of ourselves aren't we?" He said and looked into your eyes and the guy's mind went blank, just for a moment the tall sexy man, whose one look enough made you want to surrender infront of him. But you took your chance, that one moment of vulnerability was enough for you to tackle him instead. You pinned him down to the ground pinned his hands under your knees and locked his legs with your own. As for your arms, you held him down with one and used the other to hold your sword to his throat.

To say Jin was shocked, is an understatement, but he was also immobile. But additionally he was extremely extremely impressed not to say how extremely desirable you looked as you sat on him, pinning him down, your butt painfully close to his crotch and shit he couldn't thunk straight. Neither could you, you almost forgot that you were here literally pinning Jin down infront of your friends and you are completely lost in his eyes, you've never looked at him thus close. His eyes, his nose, his plump lips that you've often wonder about feeling on yours or all over your body. You could literally feel him twitch under you, and felt as if his whole body was warming up, and his ears were red. You couldn't take it anymore you dropped the sword and connected your own lips, and damn, he kissed you back the moment your lips touched his, and you felt flutters coursing through your body and you forgot everything. Jin had loosed up his hands which were now encircled around your waist, pulling you even more closer to him.

You drowned out every other voice around the two of you, you never heard an annoyed Yoongi was was being held down by Hoseok to not interfere between the two. You certainly never noticed a flustered Jihyo covering Jungkook's eyes. No you didn't all you knew were the lips of this man that devoured yours as hungrily as you did. You felt fireworks in your stomach. Noway this was the blood pull, is what you thought.

But the moment was soon interrupted my a phone ringing, and it was as if your trance broke. You were both so flustered that neither of you uttered a word and just stood up looking at Hoseok who was talking on the phone with a grave expression. As soon as he hung up he looked at you and said "Jieun is on the move, she's coming for Yn. Our clan leader Jackson just called"

"Finally then" you said and everybody looked at you in shock. "I want to fight that bitch and avenge my family" you said "I want to avenge every moment that got stolen from me because of her"

"Are you crazy?" Jungkook shocked everyone and spoke first "That's Jieun! Lee Jieun! The head of the Argon Clan. Who almost got you killed. You might be a great fighter but that doesn't mean your ready to face a whole army" he said.

"He's right. They can't fight and protect you Yn" Namjoon spoke up.

"They don't need to! I can protect myself! You said

"We are sure you can" Jin spoke up and put a hand to caress your right cheek "But all of us would be distracted as we all will have your safety in mind. Don't you think that would be advantageous to our enemy"

"Then what am I supposed to do?" You said.

"We need to throw them off your trail" Jihyo spoke up. We'll relocate to the house in Busan and I'll get someone to dress and smell like you and you-" she was cut off by Hoseok who said

"will come with us, to our base" Hoseok said "only our smell can cover up for yours"

"As much as I hate the idea of you being surrounded by wolfs, I think that's our better chance. Jungkook call the Enha house and TobyTo houses for back up and to go directly to the Busan house. Jihyo call the imposter and Hoseok please take care of Yn" he said, grabbing your shoulder.

'Don't worry I won't let her in harmsway. No matter what, we'll have the wolfs and the other hunters" Hoseok said.

You looked at Jin and said "I don't wanna leave all of you, alone to fight". Jin just smiled and brought you in a hug and said "You wont, you'll have Namjoon go with you"

You sighed and said "I don't wanna leave you, Jinnie", Seokjin smiled at you audible pout and the usage of the name you used to call when you were a kid.

"I'll find you as soon as all this is over? Okay? I'll run to you if needed" he said

"What if I need you?" You asked and he pulled you away but still held your shoulders.

"I'll always ve there for you when you need me" he said holding you close by your shoulders and connected your foreheads.

"You promise?" You said with glassy eyes.

"Promise" he said. You pull back and bring out your pinky, Jin just laughed connected his pinky to yours.

What you didn't know was Yoongi was watching the whole scene as he was making calls and he smiled to himself. He was supposed to protect you, for himself and for your parents whom he had promised before their deaths to always protect their dear daughter. He wannted you safe and he's sure Jin had the same motive, even though he'll have to have "the talk" with him later, still he was glad where you were and the person you were with.

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Soon, a girl came from a ove the roofs. You were sure she was there to avoid eyes.

Jihyo and you took her to you room, see was exactly you height and body type just that she was blond, but it was nothing a bit of potion from Namjoon couldn't handle. You cut you finger and apples some of your blood on whose name you learnt was Yeji's body which would be covered in clothes.

As soon as she was dressed and masked, you were shocked that it almost felt like you. You thanked Yeji, but she said she was more than eager to help, as back in the years, her parents had once saved her from some rogue wolfs. You both promised to keep in touch after this whole ordeal was over and Jihyo always welcomed more females.

As you stepped back into the courtyard, Hobi came and almost latched to you like a koala. And God you felt like you'd suffocate off the smell.

"Hobi! What. Are. You. Doing?" You said.

"Rubbing off on you" he said

"Yes literally! But why?" You said, trying yo get used to the smell.

"So that your own smell gets covered by mine" He said.

"That isn't necessary Hoseok" Jin said literally snatching you to his side. " Namjoon has the smell removing potion ready, he and Yn will take a vial" he said, hugging you.

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You climbed on the car after hugging eaach of the members of the Bangtan house except Namjoon who was already in the car, even Yeji, leaving Jin for the last.

With a last hug you whispered "Remember your promise" and you got in the car.

You were scared, for the members and of whats to happen, and specially how you'll spend the night without Seokjin. More importantly how many nights would you have to spend, without Seokjin.

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Still With You

Member: Jeon Jungkook Genre: Angst / Smut 💔💋 Song Inspired: Still With You - Jungkook (BTS) Summary: He was betrayed when he found out his dream girl was dating his most trusted hyung. But why can't he see that she's just using him, while you were there to pick up the pieces of his shattered heart?

You and Jungkook were best friends.

Your friendship with him doesn't start off like those cliche movies, being best friend since childhood or meeting him at a simple college party. In fact, your friendship with him was unique.

You were one of his long-time fan, adoring him from afar when one day, he stopped by the coffee shop you worked at on the way to practice. Long story short, after he saw you solving a Rubik cube while waiting for his americano, he asked if you could teach him how solve it so he can brags about it to his hyungs.

You were speechless as first, introducing yourself with trembling fingers and told him you were his fan. Not the weird creepy ones though but just a fan who likes to watch his performance on TV or listens to his newly awaited comeback. He was super happy when he heard that, and that's where you 2 took it off.

Now it has been a few years since that day, and everyday, Jungkook never fails to mesmerize you. He was pretty good at everything. He's young, he had the looks and of course, he's popular as hell. With BTS claiming more and more award both nationally and internationally, his fame and success became the talk of everyone every single day. You were blessed and lucky, even just by being his best friend.

"Hey Y/N!" he greeted you cheerfully one day, when you were invited to his dorm where he and his band mates lives. They had just returned from an oversea tour, and it's been a few months since you last saw him. He hugged you tight and you know you can't control the beating in your heart if he kept you in his embrace longer.

"Hey Kook, hey guys! I bough coffee! And snack!" you announced and his band mates hoorayed in unison. You still remember the pout he gave you that day.

"I'm your best friend. I'm the only one who should be given the attention first," he pretend to sulk but you punch his shoulder lightly. "I basically hug you first. What else do you want?" You giggle and he smile, helping you with the coffee and snacks on your hand.

These kind of interaction was normal between you 2, as you knew Jungkook only sees you as his girl best friend and nothing more.

You knew, you knew you were nothing special compared to her.

Lee Jieun.

Jungkook's dream girl. The most popular and ethereal looking singer and actress of all time. She is so pure and timid and graceful and everything... everything that you're NOT. That's why.. staying friends with Jungkook was more than enough for you. You knew how much he adores her and even if you confesses your feelings, it might just jeopardize your friendship with him.

Of course it hurts. You had been good at controlling your feelings for him, but some day, some time when he talks about how he wish she was his, you couldn't help but cry when the day was over and he went home after venting his heart on you.

Just like any other normal girl in this world, you're in for it.

You know you had fallen dangerously in love with Jeon Jungkook.

And though his band mates likes to tease the 2 of you, Jungkook will always shush them down by saying, "We're just friends. Don't make it uncomfortable for Y/N!"

That day when he says that, was the day that was so clear to you, that you should never told your feelings about it since you knew, it will ruin your pure friendship with him.

But one day, that change.

All because of his dream girl who is dating his band mate, Min Yoongi.

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"I'm sorry, but I don't love you Jungkook."

The moment those words came out of her mouth, Jungkook could feel his own heart cracking. He felt as if a venomous pain rise in the pit of his heart. The venom was achingly spreading through it, and he can do nothing but stop it. Jungkook stared at Jieun under his doe eyes.

"But.. noona, I don't understand.. why? You said you like me, you.. you said you like hanging out with me,"  he ask shakily, unable to hold his disappointment. Jieun bit her velvet lips that Jungkook's been dying to kiss.

She knows he had spend thousand of dollars for this night. The candle light dinner on a rooftop of an elite building. A private helicopter that brings her everywhere around Seoul. The Cartier necklace he purchased for her. She could sense that it was for his confession.

Jieun was a singer as well and she knew, for the longest time, that Jungkook had always said on every interview he had been on that she was his ideal type. But she though all that was long ago. She knew him as her fan, her junior in the music industry. Sure, a lot of other celebrity mentioned that they were her fans as well, but Jungkook, he was on another level. International level. But despite all that, despite her being close to him and his band mates, doesn't mean she feel the same way about him.

"I mean- uh, I really appreciate all this, I swear I do Kookie," she replied hesitantly making Jungkook's doe eyes continue to wait for her answer. "I love the times we spent together, doing the collaboration and all but other than that, I only see you as Yoongi's band mate and my junior in the industry..." Jieun utters the last part as soft as she can.

Jungkook's doe eyes blink rapidly when she told him that.

So all those months recording songs with her was just her being professional? Is that what she's trying to say? Then why did she caress his hair every time she left the studio? Why did she wipe his sweat with a towel when she visits them during practice? Why did she came by and praise ONLY him for his hard works?

"I.. I though you already knew.. Yoongi.. he didn't tell you?" Jieun asked, putting down the Cartier necklace that she can clearly afford by herself. Jungkook could feel his own heart trembling. He hope where this is going is not true.

"Don't noona. I don't-"

"I'm dating Yoongi, Jungkook-ah."

That 4 word was enough to make Jungkook feel betrayed. Of all the people, in all the world. Why? Why must it be his hyung? And why must he do this to him, knowing he's in love with Jieun for the longest time?

"I- I think you should know. That's why I agree to do the collaboration. We've been talking for a while, and Yoongi and I share a lot of common interest than you know. We.. we've began dating even before the collaboration. I'm so sorry Jungkook. I know you always said I'm your dream girl.. but.. he's MY dream man. I'm sorry for making things go like this. It was never my intention to be in between you and your band mate but I can't control my feelings either. We both should have told you earlier," she apologize repeatedly, knowing well that she had broken his heart beyond repair.

Jungkook stops her hand from holding him.

"I.. I need a minute. I can't.. I can't process all this, I'm sorry. I'll send someone to pick you up and send you to your apartment," Jungkook utters sadly, his eyes were full of tears by now. He avoid her gaze and turn around, leaving the rooftop with a heavy cloud on his head.

That day, Jungkook felt as if his whole world collapse.

...

A knock on your apartment wake you up. It was 3 AM. Who the hell could be knocking on your door at times like this?

You didn't answer, instead you sleepily made your way and to the door, where you found a drunk looking Jungkook lean against your door.

His heavy body weakly limp on yours. You were lucky you were strong enough in your sleepy state to not fall to the hard floor. "Hey, Kook? Are you alright? What's with the suit? Oh! You told me you're going to ask Jieun unnie out today didn't you? How'd it... go-"

"She rejects me Y/N," he utters in one breath.

His voice was so weak, as if he had been in battle but you can hear every word. You pull him to the couch and put him down, sitting beside him sadly. You cupped his cheeks with your small hand, finding how heart-breaking his state is right now.

Jungkook's face was red from the booze, his jet black hair and tie messy. Though his does eyes that you adore so much were closed, you can see the traces of wet tears on his reddish cheek, probably crying his heart out after being rejected by his dream girl.

You knew about today. He told you and planned the day with you for months. You know it's not your place to be jealous, Jungkook loved Jieun even before he was famous and even before he was friends with you. But your heart ached the day he first told you about it. He says he can date freely now, and he was finally going to ask his dream girl out. You cry to yourself that night, stupidly hoping that it was you he was planning the date for but you know, it was just a wishful dream. Though you're still with him, he only thinks about her. Only wanted her.

You cry every time you got home after pretending to be happy and spend the day with him planning the date. You cry every time you think about how lucky Jieun is to be loved by him. You cried harder when you think about how they would spend the night under the sheets with each other when she accepts his confession. It was just hard on you alone.

But this.. what is this? What happen to them? You don't understand, what had gone wrong?

"I'm so sorry Kook. Why? Did she say the reason-"

Jungkook sobs harder, "She- she said she's in a relationship with Yoongi hyung. She said she only sees me as fucking Yoongi's band mate and her junior. I though.. when she says she'll love to do a collab with me, I finally had my chance, that she too- oh," Jungkook cried on your wet shirt, clinging onto you suddenly.

You were shocked. Too shocked.

You understand why Jungkook was crying so much that time, because he was hurt and betrayed by the 2 people he loves most. It's like Arthur, Guinevere & Lancelot all over again.

Jieun.. she's in a relationship with Yoongi?

But, but didn't Yoongi knew that Jungkook had always had a crush on her?

And Jieun.. how could she date Yoongi of all people?

"Can you believe it Y/N?? Yoongi hyung! Hyung got her!" he told you. "She was fucking hyung behind me all these while! HAHAHA... and here I am.. desperately wishing she was looking my way," Jungkook babbles angrily.

He looks pathetic, but this look on him made your heart uneasy. You loved Jungkook with your whole heart. Him being betrayed like this must have hurt him beyond repair. You hug him tight, caressing his hair while altogether crying with him.

"I swear Jungkook, I swear I'll still be with you. I'll never betray you. I'm sorry, I'm sorry for what happen to you tonight, It'll get better. I promise I'll always be your friend.. I'll always be there for you, I'm sorry Jungkook.. I'm sorry," you told him, hugging his face close to your chest.

That night, Jungkook cried himself to sleep in his drunken state. Slowly, you reach for his cheek when he fell asleep on your chest, wiping his tears. Your heart aches a lot when you see him like this, and you promise, as his friend and for the love your harbored for him, you'll be there to pick up the pieces Jieun left behind.

...

Yoongi and Jungkook's friendship change after that.

What had been a brotherly love between the 2, a dongsaeng loving his hyung and adoring his work so much, turn into something salty when Yoongi talked it out with Jungkook. Everybody in the band decide not to interfere because they knew it was something personal. Even the management didn't interfere and when they ask Yoongi if he wanted to make his relationship with Jieun public, he told them not yet. He had discussed things with Jieun after spending time at her place and Jieun told them its safer for both of their career, especially with Yoongi going to America for his mixtape soon and her doing concert tours around South Korea for the next few months.

The boys were the most troubled ones regarding this news. They didn't choose sides, but they knew how much Jungkook loves Jieun and Yoongi becoming her boyfriend was out of the blue.

One day, after one of their recording session with Yoongi, Jungkook was asked to stay. He wanted to leave so much, but Namjoon was so adamant for the 2 of them to talk it out. So Jungkook have no choice but to drop his bag to the ground, and plop himself on the couch in Yoongi's studio lazily.

Yoongi turn off his mixers and put his earphone down.

"What do you want? Hurry up, I had things to do," Jungkook uttered harshly. Yoongi look at his sunken posture and sit upwards from his work chair, intertwining his fingers.

"Jungkook.. I know its been an awkward few weeks between us.." he sighs. "I know. It's my fault. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for falling for your girl. I didn't mean for it to happen. You know I can't control who I love, I do tried to avoid it, but then Jieun told me she feels the same. Please Jungkook.. it's killing me. Jieun hadn't been eating well because she was worried about our friendship, don't put the blame on her too much, it's my fault. It's my entire fault for ruining our friendship."

"Friendship?" Jungkook snorted. "I respected you. I love you like my own brother, but you go and date the one girl I told everyone I had a crush on! I know! I know you can't force love hyung! But I can't believe you of all people would do this to me! I- ah.. you know what.. just forget it.."

Jungkook's defeated sigh made Yoongi felt a lot more terrible. "Jungkook please, for the sake of Bangtan, I beg of you, forgive me. It's my fault. Don't punish Jieun because of it. She misses you. She misses talking to the old you. You were like a brother to her too. Please Jungkook, if you want, I'll break up with her if that's-"

"That's not it hyung," he hissed. Somehow, he knew it was just wrong if it end up jeopardizing his beloved girl's relationship with his hyung. Just because he can't stand them dating in front of him. Isn't that too childish? And besides, Jieun didn't eat well because she was worried about them? No, he didn't want her to get sick. He still cares for her despite what happen between them.

"Just.. please don't mention about this anymore. About noona, I can't just pretend like she didn't just rejected me. Give me some time.. I can't just act like nothing happened, tell her to eat well," he said and left, making Yoongi let out a soft sigh.

...

"Who is it?" you ask from inside.

A weak voice answered slowly, "It's me Y/N. Open up, please."

For the past few weeks, Jungkook had been crashing at your place, and told you about how his day go. He used to vent it out on Jieun when she came by the dorm, but you knew that was no longer necessary, because of how bad the condition of his heart is now. And Jungkook refuse to sleep at the dorm too, knowing Yoongi and Jieun would be there. He doesn't want their relationship to hurt him more and decided to just stay at yours.

As you open the door, once again you were met with his teary eyes. He stare at you sadly and immediately hug you, sniffing on your shoulder like an injured child.

"Yoongi hyung apologize today.. and he told me he would break up with noona if I wanted him to as not to ruin Bangtan.." he murmured, hugging you by the waist tightly. "Y/N.. am I the bad guy? It hurts so much to see them together.. to know he spends the night at hers.. but I don't want them to break up just because they're hurting me.. I hate this feeling.. why can't I just erase it?"

You patted his back. It's been like this everyday. It kills you to see this side of him. The sad, guilty and heartbroken part. He was smiling in front of the camera but behind those smile were a broken heart needed to be mend. You caress his hair and look at him from under your glasses confidently.

"I'm so sorry Kook. It's not your fault. It's not theirs either.." you said and murmured to yourself, except the part where they hide it from you and Jieun's been giving you mixed signal.

"Hey Kook listen, today's my day off," you said, wiping his tears with a tissue in your pocket. He look up and found you smiling cheerfully at him.

"Okay?" he sniffed. You laughed at his adorable reaction. "So, as your best friend, I hate seeing you like this. Even your fans starting to notice how sad you've looked the past few weeks. Come on, I'll bring you somewhere to make you forget about it temporarily. How's that?"

He stare at you for a long time and shook his head. "I don't know.. I'm not in the mood.."

"Oh stop mopping around you will ya! Jieun doesn't love you! Yoongi betray you! So what? Doesn't mean that you stopped living your life! Come on, I guarantee, I can make my old pal Jeon Jungkook become him again!" you cheered although gritted your teeth at Jieun and Yoongi's name. Jungkook blinked his eyes rapidly. He let out a huge sigh at your determined reaction.

"Okay.. I trust you. Where are we going by the way?"

...

"Why are you so competitive??" you ask him and he nods cracked into a laugh. "Can we try it again? I can't lose to a girl!" he laughed and that was the 1st time in 7 weeks you had heard him laugh sincerely like the old Jungkook. You were happy that he was enjoying his time at the Carnival. Most importantly, you were happy that it was you who made him smile.

"I'm glad you're enjoying things Kook. Hey! That's my teddy bear! I was distracted!" you giggled and he shot the cans like a pro, earning the big teddy bear all by himself. The stall keeper smile and hands him the huge teddy bear. "This is so not fair Kook. You shot him when I was distracted!"

Jungkook giggled back at you and gave you the bear. "Here, take it. You were struggling back there but I know you won't admit it. It was for you anyways," he said and you blush. "God, I don't need to be manhandled okay? So, are you feeling.. better? Does the shooting, roller coaster and bumpy ride made you at ease even just a little bit?"

Jungkook let out a sad smile, staring at the Ferris Wheel. "A bit.. but it still hurts.."

You bit your lip to the side but then he turns to you with a charming smile. "Thank you for tonight Y/N. You're such a good friend. You did all these.. just because you worry about me.. I really don't know what I'd do without you. You're really a great friend. Thank you, I love you a lot for this," he says carelessly.

Upon hearing the word love, your eyes widened. Jungkook didn't seem to notice this, as he was busy staring at the couple in the boat in front of you. Your heart beats faster and you told yourself to calm down and not freak out just because he said the L word.

"Hey, wanna try that?" He ask you. You turn to where he was pointing. A boat in the middle of the lake? You shook your head and fix your glasses.

"Oh maybe next time when it's day. I can't swim and I'm afraid of being in the waters during the night," you told him. This was new to Jungkook.

"You can't swim? Really? The smart girl who can solve a rubik cube in 10 seconds? WOW, what else are you hiding from me?" His reaction was so genuine that you forget about his situation.

Jungkool listens to you attentively. You knew, he was doing it to forget the pain but you can't push away the attention he was giving you. That night made you happy, as Jungkook is finally trying to move on from his broken heart.

Weeks and weeks after that, Jungkook spends more of his time with you. Even his members were jealous because he kept going to yours to play video games, helping you with groceries like and old married couple and ask for your advice about his singing improvements though you knew nothing of the matter. You weren't one to rush things, and you were waiting for the perfect time until Jungkook is completely over Jieun for you to tell him how you feel. You had weighed the pros and cons and even if Jungkook cut ties with you after your confession, you're glad that he is feeling better than the him before the Yoongi-Jieun betrayal.

"Yoongi hyung went to America today, for his mixtape collaboration with Snoop Dog," he told you after you guys finish watching the avengers marathon.

"Oh really? For how long?" You asked, lowering the volume of the TV. Jungkook's eyes trained on the TV, but you knew his mind was somewhere else.

"3 months? I don't know. We sent him off together, but I didn't talk much with him.. you know how we are. He told us to look after Jieun noona as well," he drink a sip of his coke.

You went quiet. Not that you were insecure, but Jieun's a big girl. She can take care of herself. Knowing what he did to Jungkook, why would Yoongi leave such an inconsiderate message?

"I know he was saying it to all of the boys. But as I'm the closest to her, I felt like he trusted me the most. But.. ah- I don't know. Not like I care about her anymore," Jungkook mutters but you know he's lying. His eyebrow furrows when he lie or hesitates. You know he still cares about her.

Being a girl whose in love with his guy best friend sucks, so you suck it up and smile at him, patting his shoulder. "Don't worry. If anything happens, I got your back and besides, I bet she won't call you first just because she's lonely."

"Yeah."

...

That's exactly what she did.

Yoongi was gone for 3 weeks when she 1st call. Jungkook was at your place, setting the table for dinner as it had been a long day for him at the practice room. You and him were laughing at the burned turkey he was trying to make when his phone rang.

Both of you look at the caller ID.

"Jieun?" You asked him, turning the stove off. Jungkook was surprised as well.

He wanted to reject the call, but you knew he was hesitating. "Just pick it up, maybe she's in trouble?" You told him, trying to be positive.

Jungkook waited for a few seconds before hastily pushing the accept button.

"What do you want noona?"

"..."

"What?"

"..."

You watch as Jungkook made his way to the living room to talk to her in private. A dull ache was appearing on your chest, but you ignored it. Just because a call doesn't mean Jungkook's going to run back to her after what she did. Besides, she rejected him? Right?

Jungkook came in your line of view after a few minutes. He gave you a contemplated look before raking his hair. "I'm sorry about that," Jungkook closes his eyes. "Y/N, Jieun noona told me the power in her building was cut off. She is scared of the dark, I knew that because she told me once. Do you think.. I should.."

Your heart was heavy after listening to what he was going to ask you so you cut him off, "Kook, she lives in an elite apartment. I'm sure the lights would come out in a few minutes, are you going to do this all over again?"

Jungkook stare at the ground.

"But she is very terrified of the dark.. and she says it might be half an hour since all the other apartments are cut off too.."

His mutters was what made you sure that no matter what you do, he still cares for her. Maybe this was just a coincidence, so you let out a huge sigh.

"Go. If you're that worried, go. I also don't want to be responsible if anything happens to our superstar Lee Jieun," you told him flatly. Jungkook stare at you, feeling guilty that he had to abandoned your dinner plans. "I'm sorry Y/N.. I promise this will be the only time-"

It wasn't.

It wasn't the only time he cancelled his plans with you. Ever since that call, he had been spending his time with her again, especially when Yoongi told him to look after Jieun in his absence.

He had cancelled your zoo date, your grocery shopping date, trying out new dessert at the local Cafe every week date and most importantly, he rarely shows up at your place anymore. Of course, with every cancellation, Jungkook will always apologize and you knew from the tone of his voice it was sincere, since you can't find any fault in the man you love.

"I'm sorry Y/N, Jieun noona ask me to fix the light bulb in her bathroom."

"I had to cancel again today, Jieun noona aren't feeling well, her throat is swelling."

"I am so sorry Y/N, Jieun noona needed me to help with her IKEA stuff."

And the list goes on. You were frustrated, upset and angry that the only thing she need to do is call him and Jungkook will come running back to her like she didn't just broke his heart a few months ago. You worked so hard to mend his heart and now what? For it to be a plaything for her until Yoongi came back from America?

You had tried to warn Jungkook. During your calls, you had told him to be careful, not to easily be swayed with her kindness and remember that she is his hyung's girlfriend no matter what but Jungkook would just laughed it off.

"You're ridiculous Y/N. I knew that okay? You don't need to rub the salt on my wound. I'm just helping her in times of need, and return the favor because she used to help me a lot too back then. Don't worry and get some sleep. I'll came by when I'm finish here and practice," he would always say.

You hated doubting him. Because you know you're no one to him to be jealous. Not his lover, not his wife, not his girlfriend, not anything. You're only a friend. A friend that is so in love with him. A friend that is scared to see him getting his heart broken again.

...

Tonight, it was pouring rain.

The rain hadn't stopped for a while and according to the weather forecast, it would probably stop tomorrow afternoon. You stared at your phone, looking at the wallpaper of you and Jungkook at the Carnival a few months back. You 2 look so happy, like a couple in love.

He had promised to sleep at yours tonight. After what it feels like a long time, Jungkook called you this morning and tell you he's going straight to yours with a chicken and beer because be misses his best friend so much. What's better is Jieun is going on her concert tour soon, so this might mark the day where Jungkook will be all yours again.

So here you are, sitting on your couch in your pajamas, waiting for the boy you love with a smile. An hour become two, and finally, unable to open your eyes anymore, you feel asleep while waiting for Jungkook.

...

"Thank you so much for sending me here Kookie. I'm sorry.. my car broke down suddenly and I have no one else to call. My manager is stuck in traffic as well," Jieun smiles charmingly to Jungkook. Jungkook nods and gave her a thin smile.

"It's okay noona. Besides, I'm familiar with this hotel. We had a concert at Gocheok Dome too once. We stayed here for a 3 whole days so it wasn't hard to find."

Jieun stare at the bunny boy for a long time. He misses Yoongi a lot, but Yoongi's absence was making her so frustrated. She didn't even know why she kept calling Jungkook in the 1st place but having him by her side made her feel safe.

"I'm sorry, you got all wet trying to cover me from the rain, would you like to take a shower first before you leave?" She asks him in n innocent tone. Jungkook's eyes widened. "Ah, no thank you. I- have somewhere to be actually noona, I-"

A thunder suddenly cracked.

Jieun immediately threw her petite body to Jungkook's bulky one. She hugs him tightly, hearing his loud drumming heartbeat in her ear. Jungkook can feel her breast on his chest and begin to feel aroused, but he shook those thoughts away and softly push her against her hotel room’s door.

"Ah- noona, I'm sorry. I gotta go! I-"

"It's pouring rain Jungkookie..." Jieun pinch his arms softly. Jungkook gulps but didn't say anything, he didn't understand what Jieun is trying to do right now.

Jungkook was still in his right mind when in a spur of a moment, Jieun closes the distance between them and reach for his lips, kissing him passionately. Jungkook try, oh he really did, pushing her away but her soft kiss made him dizzy.

This was his dream all along.

To be loved by Lee Jieun.

"Noona.. this- this wrong.." he tried although he wanted nothing more than the kiss to last but Jieun harshly grab the back of his hair, tangling her fingers while clinging onto his wet shirt.

"Just for tonight Kookie.. just tonight. I'm so needy baby. It's been so long since Yoongi touched me. Make me feel like a woman again.. please..."

Her seductive pleads made Jungkook lost his right mind and that's when he finally give in to his lust, ignoring what's right and wrong between them.

The thunder cracked harder with every minute passing by, covering the sinful sound of the smacking of their lips. Jieun jumps on his waist, circling her legs around him and Jungkook held her thighs, going in for the kiss deeper. He reach for the hem oh her dress and closes the door to the hotel room, locking it behind them.

...

Jungkook didn't call you for 3 days straight.

You were sure he had his reasons. Jungkook never cancels without telling you why. You were getting anxious, afraid something had happened to him but it made you calmed yourself as there is no bad news about him on the TV is reported. So probably, he's fine. You asked his members where he might have been but they also told you they had no idea, thinking he's staying at your place.

"What?"

Hoseok rubbed his nape at the other end of the line.

[Jungkookie texted me saying he's staying at your place for the past 3 days. UuU~ Is this something we shouldn't know Y/N? Are you 2 finally a thing??]

You were confused. What is Hoseok talking about? Did Jungkook just lie to his members?

"The thing is oppa, Jungkook's not here-"

The sound of knocking at your door surprised you. "Oppa, someone's at the door. I'll call you later, sorry for taking your time," you told Hoseok.

[It's okay! See you Y/N! Tell Jungkookie to announce you guy's relationship public soon!]

You end the call with a smile at Hoseok's silliness. No. It's not the time for that. Wait. Why would Jungkook lie to them telling them he's staying with you for the past 3 days when he's not. He's been avoiding your calls and text as well.

"Y/N? Open up, it's me!"

Speak of the devil.

You're going to give him the scolding of his life, a piece of your mind and a knocking on his head for making you worried the past few days. You stomp your way to the door, half happy and half angry that he's making you anxious.

You unlock the door and almost greet him with a hit on his head, when he engulfed you in a hug.

"Y/N! I MISS YOU SO MUCH! I HAVE A REALLY GREAT NEWS!!" Jungkook yelled, spinning you around the living room. You were baffled of course, but his strong hands on your waist made you paused to keep the feeling.

When he let go, you look into his happy face, shining eyes that had stars scattered inside it. Gosh, Jungkook's eyes are so beautiful. You can't believe you got to ever see him this happy again. "Hey- hey- woah! You're in a good mood! But first, where the hell did you go for the past 3 days huh?! Did you know how worried I am??"

Jungkook smiles and rubbed his palms together, apologizing for his MIA.

"I know, I know! But I had my reasons, I'm sorry okay? But first let me tell you-"

"Did you even eat? You look so tired.. I'll cook some ramyeon and sit down. Now what's the good news you cannot wait to tell me about? And may I ask, why did you tell Hoseok oppa you're staying with me for the past 3 days you went missing-"

"Jieun noona and I are together now Y/N!"

BOOM.

Those 8 words. Those dreadful 8 words that you though wouldn't come true. It did. And Jungkook broke it to you with the widest smile, not realizing it made your heart split open and bleeds invisibly.

You slowly retreat your step from the kitchen and turn to him confusedly.

"Jungkook.. haven't you moved on yet? Jieun unnie is with Yoongi oppa.. what are you talking about?" your eyebrow furrowed. Why is he still talking about this? You tried, SO hard to keep him away from talking and thinking about her after she rejected him. You can't bear to see him like this and had his heart broke again and again by the same girl.

Jungkook took a step further and held your shoulder. His smile was so full of love and happiness that the radiation kills the old, sad him that you've been trying to repair. "That's the thing Y/N! That's the news I'm going to tell you! She says she's breaking up with Yoongi hyung to be with me! Oh god, can you believe it Y/N? She chooses me! Finally!"

Everything becomes a blur after that. You didn't want to say anything, not until Jungkook finish his story of how did all this happen in just a matter of 3 days.

Jungkook sits down on your kitchen counter while you made him some ramyeon. You listen. Listen through it all. Listen about how he tells you about the rainy night 3 days ago where he was supposed to spend it with you watching Iron Man. You listen as he told you how Jieun calls him and ask for his help to send her to the hotel near Gocheok Dome for her concert. You listen as the night that was suppose to be your confession night turn out to be the night he endlessly make love to his beloved Jieun noona under the sheets at her hotel.

You clench your hand on the hot bowl tightly, preventing the tears from falling from your eyes as he told you how she was lonely and Yoongi didn't give her the love she wanted from him. You listens as he told you Jieun promised to break up with Yoongi so that they could date and she was wrong for choosing Yoongi instead of him who cherishes and worships her much more.

You gulp. Everything seems wrong. You didn't know why. Maybe you wanted to own Jungkook. Maybe you were jealous. Maybe you love him too much that you cannot accept the fact that Jungkook just slept with his best friend's girlfriend.

Jieun was cheating on Yoongi with Jungkook, but poor lovesick Jungkook doesn't seem to realize that. You look at his dreamy eyes and bunny smile, afraid that what you might say may upset him when he realize it.

"Y/N? Are you listening?" he asks, waving in front of you. "Hm? Oh, yeah, yeah absolutely. I just- so.. for the past 3 days.. you were at the hotel.. with Jieun?"

Your question made him smile. "Yup! Don't get me wrong! We didn't just 'do it' you know! We played games, talk like old times, and she kisses me a lot, saying I'm different from hyung because hyung doesn't like PDA. Ah- I'm so happy Y/N! I'm so happy that she finally chooses me! Poor hyung, not that I didn't feel bad, but Jieun noona can't control how she feels and neither can I, I'm not a bad guy right Y/N?"

Something made you snapped. You look at him from across the kitchen counter top and give him a glare. "Jungkook, I hate to break it to you, but no matter what you say, you're still the bad guy here."

Jungkook's smile falters. "What do you mean? I'm happy Y/N, so is Jieun noona. Do you want to see me depressed all the time because I can't erase her from my mind? FYI, I still like her."

"Kook listen," you said reaching for his palm. "1, she cheated on Yoongi oppa by sleeping with you. No matter what, her excuse is unacceptable. I myself am horrified when you reveal all this so suddenly. And you, how could you sleep with her knowing what she did to you and who she is to your hyung? She rejected you Jungkook!"

He turns his face away, not having an excuse to what they had done. "Number 2, you're a good guy Jungkook but this is just fucked up. Had she break up with Yoongi yet when she promises you all this? Had you not the slightest idea how it would turn out for you and your members when a girl came between you guys? Yoongi will be so hurt. Was she serious when she says she chooses you? Because if she wasn't, then she is just using you as her sex toy-"

"Shut up!" Jungkook burst out angrily. You look at him in shock. You were just stating the fact. You love him and you didn't want to say beat around the bush just to set himself at ease because this is just VERY wrong.

Jungkook stand up harshly, the chair behind him falls down with a loud bang. "SHE'S NOT USING ME Y/N! JIEUN NOONA LOVES ME! She didn't want to break up with hyung over some text, that's why we're waiting for him to come back! Just because I pleased her doesn't mean that I'm a sex toy! That means she loves me more than she did to hyung! And why should I care if Yoongi hyung is hurt or not?! HE STEALS MY GIRL! Serves him right!"

Jungkook's selfish word made your eyes dull, and your heart breaks. How could an innocent boy turn into this selfish, greedy man just because of love? This isn't love, this.. is toxic.

Jungkook reached for his jacket on the couch. You reach for him desperately. "Kook, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry about what I said. I didn't mean for it to come out like that. I didn't want you to get hurt Kook. Are you sure she choosing you? Please at least, stay away from her until Yoongi gets back. You guys need to talk first before you 2-"

"I lost my virginity to her Y/N. It wasn't just lust. She is the only girl I love and the only girl I will do anything for. If she said she choose me, then she is. I believe her because Jieun's not a desperate clingy person like you." He said without caring what had just come out of his mouth.

"I'm going. I'm spending my time with my girlfriend now. You don't need to check up on me and tell my hyungs anything. I'll settle this myself."

As he closes the door behind him, you slide down against it, crying your eyes out. How can love be this painful? How can Jungkook hurt you, the one who had pick up the scattered parts of his heart? This isn't going to end well, you know it.

...

Your friendship with Jungkook begins to fade as day goes by. You pretend like you didn't care, but everyone noticed and they knew you do. Your colleague at the coffee shop stare at you for a long time before asking, "Hey, don't be too sad. You're going home anyways after your graduation. Why don't you try giving him a last call and told him about it?"

You turn to her and let out a sad smile. "I tried many times but he turn off his phone. He's busy you know. With practice.. and his new girlfriend, the girl of his dreams. It's okay, I fucked up anyways. He was just a temporary distraction for me here. People come and go like water," you told your colleague, making her pat your back softly.

"But don't you love him though?"

Her question caught you off guard. You went silent for a few minutes. "I did. I even mend his heart. But it wasn't the same as how she did it. She's good at fixing it with just a kiss, while I needed weeks and months to heal it. It doesn't matter anymore. He says he'll do anything for her and believe her more, that's enough for me to know that he doesn't care."

Your colleague look at you sadly. You were a kind girl. You were just a simple, college girl with glasses who work hard and happen to fall in love with your best friend slash superstar Jeon Jungkook. What an unfortunate event in your life.

Your colleague turn the TV on and the celebrity news reported that Min Yoongi of Bangtan had just return from America this morning. Yoongi looks casual and handsome as ever, with his black outfits and white mask covering his face. He was walking tiredly at Incheon Airport into the black van that is waiting for him. You remember what Jungkook told you a few weeks ago. About Jieun's plan to break up with Yoongi once he gets here. You wish the best for all 3 of them of course. You're done getting tangled in their complicated relationship, especially after Jungkook called you clingy and desperate.

Clingy and Desperate.

Your eyes let out a small tear and quickly wipe it with your apron.

"Hana, can you change the channel please?"

...

"Hyung you're back!" Hoseok waddled and hugs Yoongi tightly. He had just finish coming up with a new dance routine and is sweating from head to toe. "Hey Hoba! Gosh, I miss you guys so much! Where are all the others? Did they skip practice because I'm not here again?" he asks.

"Nah, they boys are resting. We're on break until you get back for our next comeback. Say, you're going straight home or are you going to wait for me like the kindhearted brother you are??"

Yoongi  cracked a smile. "Do you think I don't miss my girl? I'm just stopping by to get some stuff before heading to Jieun's. It's been 3 months and the video calls are enough until this point. Did you guys look after her like I told you to?"

Hoseok rolls his eyes. "She's an adult hyung! Gosh! And why would we look after her? She had her bodyguards, managers and staff to look after! Ew- now go. Go be lovey dovey with your girlfriend."

Yoongi only smile at his remarks. He took out a mickey doll he bough for Hoseok and hand it to him. "Woah! What's this.. hyung! This is limited edition, this is why I love you best hyung! Thank you!"

Yoongi cleared out his throat. "I bought a gift for each. You guys were always on my mind while I'm doing my mixtape," he told Hoseok. Hoseok beams out a smile that shows how grateful he is for having such a thoughtful brother. That was until something made him hesitate. "Uh.. hyung?"

Yoongi look at him.

"Did you buy one for.. Jungkookie too?"

Yoongi stare at him blankly, and then smile.

"Of course I did. What happened between us doesn't mean I love him less. I hope we can patch things up slowly, truth is I miss Jungkookie. It was my fault entirely for not telling him the truth from the beginning. But I hope my relationship with Jieun can be acknowledge after this. Especially by him. He is a special little dongsaeng to me Hoba," Yoongi's words were so sincere.

"I hope so too hyung. Haven't seen him much lately. He's still saying at his friend Y/N's house ever since you left for America. Maybe you should call him or went to her house to surprise him," Hoseok advises him.

"Sure do, but I'm going to my girlfriend's first. See you later Hoba," Yoongi fist bump him and Hoseok smile, waving away.

...

Yoongi went inside the posh apartment soon after he entered the pass code which is his birthday. "Babe, I'm home! Surprise!"

Usually Jieun would be in the living room watching her performance and how to improve it, or writing lyrics for her next album. Yoongi search for her in the bedroom, thinking she was probably having a shower. To his disappointment, she's not anywhere in the house.

Yoongi took out his phone and look at his reminder that had their schedule. Jieun had already finish her tour a week ago so she's really free for the next month.

"Where could she be?" He mutters to himself. He tried calling her, but it was send straight to her voicemail. Yoongi dialed for someone and he let out a huge sigh of relief when the person pick it up.

[Oh! Yoongi ah! How are you??]

It was Jieun's manager, Kyungsang.

"Hey hyung, I'm great! It's been a while," Yoongi smile to himself. "Hyung, is Jieun with you? Did she go out and have dinner at bizarre restaurants again? Can you please tell her to pick up her phone? I've been dying to see her."

[Oh? But I haven't seen her for a while. She gave me a break ever since she started her concert tours and I'm taking care of my grandma right now,] Kyungsang told him and he heard the coughing of an old woman at the back. Yoongi bit her lip.

"Ah.. really hyung? Okay, so sorry to bother you. I'll try looking for her myself. Did you happen to know where she's staying after the tour ended? I bet she's having fun in the pool at a hotel or something." Yoongi smile stupidly as he said this, knowing Jieun's likes and dislikes were really one of his things now.

Kyungsang wonder for a while. [Last I heard, she told me she's staying at M hotel near Gocheok Dome. That's all I know, didn't know if she's still staying there though.]

Yoongi thanked the loyal manager and turn off his phone. He was about to put it in his pocket before remembering maybe he should stop by your place to give Jungkook his shoes. He contemplates for a few second before cancelling what he intend to do, putting his girlfriend first above all.

...

"Fuck, fuck, yes, faster- Yes Jungkook, you deserve me baby, ah! That's it- ah yes, that's so good baby, cum for me," Jieun encourage Jungkook's erratic thrust under the sheets. He had his mouth on one of her breast, nibbling on it hungrily.

Jungkook knew it was wrong, but Jieun's seductive ways of convincing him that he was all she wanted was too much for him.

For the past few weeks, he had never been happier. Although they only get to stay at the hotel to keep their relationship a secret, it was more than enough for Jungkook. He loves Jieun too much and if waiting for Yoongi is the only thing standing between his and Jieun's love, he was willing to do this everyday. During the times he was at the hotel, while waiting for Jieun to finish her showers or cooking, Jungkook can feel his guilt by ignoring your text. Of course, he misses you but his pride is too big to acknowledge his mistake. That is why he prefer staying with Jieun all the time like a golden retriever.

Jungkook thrust slowly, making sure he's appreciating every inch of her body.

"Harder baby, we've been doing this everyday, are you still afraid of hurting me?" Jieun whisper in his ears and kisses his lips. Jungkook eyed his dream girl underneath him lovingly.

"You're so beautiful noona, fuck I love you," Jungkook told her but Jieun just replied with a smirk. "Faster Kookie, I need to cum, fuck you're still so hard baby, give me your cum hmm? My good boy," she moans, her hair sprawled gorgeously on the pillow. Her palms grabs Jungkook's firm ass and push himself deeper in her.

Jungkook begin to thrust at an inhuman speed, his face buried in Jieun's neck.

"Ah- you're so tight noona, I'm going to- I'm going to- fuck-"

Jieun held his cheeks, breathing heavily, "Me too baby, cum, cum for me, oh, yes! Yes! "

Just before they both climaxed, the door to the bedroom burst open, stopping both of then from their sinful act. Jungkook cover Jieun with his body, thinking it was her management team or room service since he forgot to lock the door earlier but to their horror.. it was Yoongi.

His pale face was paler, he looks angry, disappointed and sad all mixed in one. His sharp eyes showed a hint of sadness of this immoral betrayal between the girl he loves and his little brother.

"Yoongs, this isn't- this isn't what it looks like.. I can explain! I- I was lonely! And- and after our fight-"

But Jieun's panic voice was cut short. Yoongi dropped the gifts in his hands and threw it on the carpet floor where Jungkook and Jieun's underwear were lying around.

"Fuck you Jungkook. Fuck you too Jieun. We're over. Congratulations Kook, you can finally have her," Yoongi hissed and stop out of the room. Jungkook was glad to hear what he said since to him Yoongi is making it easier, but Jieun panicked and quickly pick up her undergarments, putting on her clothes.

"Noona, where are you going? We're free to date now. Yoongi hyung had let you go-"

"Shut up Jungkook! Fuck, how can I miss today's date?! Fuck fuck fuck, I need to settle this matter, Yoongs baby, wait! I can explain, please!" She snapped at him. Jungkook didn't understand. Wasn't this the point after all? For them to break up because she chooses him?

"Noona, but you said you choose me-"

But Jieun was gone.

Jungkook stare at the door, hugging his knees close to his chest and hear his heart broke for the second time by her.

...

"Who is it?"

The voice didn't answer. You went to your front door and cursed yourself for not having a door with a peeling hole. You standby with a baseball bat and swiftly open the door when Jungkook's sad eyes met yours.

"Kook? What are you doing here? I-"

"I'm so sorry Y/N. I'm sorry.. You were right, I'm just a sex toy to her! Y/N, it hurts.. it hurts so much.. I'm in so much pain right now.." he cried and cried endlessly. Jungkook's hair were a mess, you notice the bite mark and lipstick stain on his neck which made your heart crack but who are you kidding? You just can't push him away. With your heart barred open once more, you reach for his face and pull him in your embrace.

"It's okay Jungkook.. I forgive you. Hey, don't cry.. it's alright.." you cradle him into your arms. Jungkook's sniff got louder and his tears broke your heart once more so you wipe it with your fingers.

Again, you bring him to your couch, picking up the shattered pieces of his heart left by Jieun. Jungkook spend the night at yours, and teary apologize for everything and told you everything that had happen. You were angry of course, and now you know what kind of person Jungkook's dream girl truly is. You told yourself it's not wrong of you to hate her before, because she is totally a bitch.

Days after the incident, you called Hoseok and told him what had happen. Hoseok told you that Yoongi's been locking up in his bedroom and not eating and Jieun kept banging at the door to let her see him. You told Hoseok that Jungkook is staying with you for a while, recovering from the empty promise Jieun made him. Hoseok understands and says it's the best for him to stay at yours, since shit's just got real.

What Jungkook did was wrong, and he had realize that. He wanted to apologize to Yoongi, but you advice him maybe its best to let things cool down for a while since cheating is just.. unforgivable and what Jungkook and Jieun did wasn't once, but for weeks since Yoongi was gone.

You begin to cook for Jungkook again, care for him and listens to his heartfelt vent. Every time he cried, you'll always hug his head close to your heart and told him it's going to be alright, he, Yoongi and Jieun just needs some time apart from each other. You were trying your best to make Jungkook happy, since you knew you won't be able to do this anymore in another few weeks. You had just graduated and is going home, but Jungkook fails to notice how clean your house are and how some stuff were missing from its original place.

One night when Jungkook fell asleep on your lap during the nights you guys watch TV together, you stare at his peaceful sleeping face. Though your own heart was broken by him before, you were still so determined to tell him how much he means to you before you left. You smile sadly and made up some plans in your head before falling asleep as well.

...

"Didn't you say you're scared of the lake during the night?" Jungkook ask softly. His voice were so melodious you had foolishly given your heart again.

"I know, but there's something important I meed to tell you tonight, and I can't delay it much longer. Come on, I rented this boat just to cheer you up despite my fear," you chuckle lightly earning a grin from him. Jungkook intertwine his fingers with yours which made you blush and you 2 made your way to the deck.

"It's so beautiful tonight," Jungkook utters, staring at the starlight surrounding you two. "Come on, get in, I'm right behind you," he adds. You smile and held onto his biceps. Gosh, you won't ask for more from god if you just got to keep him all to yourself.

"Shouldn't we wear the safety jacket though?" You ask him. Jungkook looked around. "Nobody's wearing it anyways, besides if something happens I'll save you," he said. As you sit at one end of the boat, Jungkook put one leg inside carefully.

He was about to get in when his phone rang.

You read the expression on his face and immediately knew who it is.

"Y/N.."

"It's her isn't it? Turn it off Kook, you know she's just messing with you. What does she wants now? Did Yoongi really abandoned her after what she did? Then serves her right!" You scolded him. Jungkook's bright face earlier turns dim. You knew, though you lied to yourself, you knew Jungkook wanted to pick up the call.

"Kook, you're hurting yourself. She doesn't care about your feelings.. please Kook," you tried to talk him out of it. Jungkook's doe eyes contemplates. You inhaled a heavy sigh.

"Pick up, hear what she had to say, and turn her down like she did you. Kook you deserve so much better, but I know you still can't get over her. Just.. pick up if that's what you really want to do," you gave up. No matter what you advice him, you knew Jungkook is still clinging to what could have been between him and Jieun.

"Hello, yes noona..?"

"..."

"What?"

"..."

"No! Don't do that! Stay put! Don't you dare harm yourself!"

"...!"

Then he put his phone in the back of his pocket. You wait for his explanation. Jungkook look at you who was sitting inside the boat.

This was the 1st time you begged him. If this don't work as well, you will really give up on him.

"Y/N.. Jieun noona is in trouble. She sounded drunk.. and she was saying something about taking her life, I had to- I'm so sorry Y/N, I had to check on her condition-"

You gulped heavily and stare at him under your glassy eyes. "No matter what her condition is, you run to her the moment she needs you as if someone else can't be there for her. Jeon Jungkook, I only have you. I needed you more than she did, Jungkook please.. just for tonight, stay with me," you begged him weakly.

Jungkook's heart was heavy. You had never beg before. Something about the way your voice sounded so weak and that you needed him more made him immensely guilty. But he can't ignore the phone call with Jieun as well. It would be a lie to say that he doesn't love her anymore, because he still did.

You saw the hesitant in his eyes and voice out once again, "Just for once Jungkook, please, choose me."

Jungkook clench his fist.

"But.. I'm sorry Y/N, Jieun noona- I'm sorry! I'll be right back! I promise, I-"

"Go."

That was the last word you said to him before he run as fast as he can to the parking lot, driving like a maniac to reach the girl who had been giving him nothing but pain and heartbreak. You sat still in the boat, hugging your knees close to your chest and sob out loud, mentally cursing yourself on being stupid just like he did.

While your heart breaks, the boat begin to follow the river's current.

...

When Jungkook rush into the room, Jieun was neither trying to harm herself, or drunk. She was just crying about Yoongi and saying sorry to Jungkook for she realize he was the only one who cared for her when she calls. She told him she did called Yoongi, but it has been days and still he didn't want to see her. Jungkook puts her on her bed but then she reach for his neck and kisses him passionately. Jungkook, being a hot blooded young man with still having some left over feelings for her return the favor and they ended up having sex again.

Jungkook was the first to wake up the next morning.

"Hmmmp, you're so good Kookie. Last night was amazing," Jieun moans as she gave Jungkook a kiss on his shoulder, her naked back turning the other way to check on her phone.

This time, Jungkook feels different. Her kisses were cold, her words were empty, her touch was no longer loving. He stare at the ceiling as he remembered your face, desperately telling him not to go to her again but he doesn't listen.

Maybe this time it would be different. Maybe this time-

Jieun's phone rang. 

She looked at the caller and look at Jungkook before taking the call in her bathroom. Jungkook waited patiently, though his heart felt somewhat strange. After what it feels like eternity, Jieun came out of the bathroom in her bathrobe, fidgeting with the phone in her hand. Jungkook saw the way she bit her lips and her pupil dilated.

"Jungkook, ah.. this might sound uncomfortable.. but.. can you leave? Please? I'm so sorry. Yoongi.. he decided to give me a second chance."

Jungkook smirk loudly. He push the quilt that was covering his naked body and reach for his pants and shirts. He felt like a complete idiot for still wasting his time on her. How could he blew out last night? How could he leave you for.. for this girl he though was his dream. 

She was a fucking mistake! A huge fucking mistake!

"Kookie.. I'm really sorry.. I though-"

Jungkook button his shirt, turning to her. "I fucking hate you. You used to be my dream girl noona. I believe everything you said. I even give myself to you. But you're selfish. All you knew was hurting people. Trust me, you and Yoongi hyung? He too wouldn't last with you. Good luck finding your new boy toy once you had a fight with him. Don't fucking contact me for your useless need anymore. We're done," he hissed at her. Jieun's face turned red.

"What the hell?? You think I'm some kind of slut Jungkook? Whoring around like I had nothing to do?? For fuck's sake I'm human too, grow up! You replied to my advance! Yes, it was my mistake to forgo my feelings for a while and slip into the moment, but I love Yoongi! I'm sorry I can't love you like I did him and I'm sorry I promise you a lot of things but seeing how immature you're handling this, I think I made the right decision by choosing Yoongi!" Jieun's words were like venom to his heart.

Jungkook couldn't believe it. A woman with such beautiful face had such vicious heart.

"You're no slut.. you're just the spawn of satan herself. Goodbye noona, thanks for giving me such a valuable lesson in my life," he told her, feeling disgusted with himself. Jieun screamed at him but Jungkook had already left her house and out of her life.

He took out his phone, calling for you, but you it reached your voicemail.

"I'm sorry Y/N. I’m so stupid! I love you. You're the one I wanted. I'm sorry for realizing my stupid feelings for you after a while. I'm sorry, I'm coming darling. I'm coming for you," Jungkook told himself repeatedly, driving to your house in a hurry.

When he reached for your house, it was empty. Your dirty coffee mug wasn't on the table and your house was eerily silent. Jungkook never notice, as he was so busy mopping around his life but then he realize that some of your things are missing. He called you again but each time he did, it only went to the voice mail.

"Where are you Y/N? Please pick up, I know who I'm supposed to love now," he mutters desperately, hoping you would still accept him after what he had done last night.

For 4 hours, Jungkook waited at your living room, thinking you're just out during some errands. He paced back and forth, sitting, then standing, waiting for you to just walk at that front door. Just as he was about to leave, the door to your house click open and Jungkook was about to hug you when he realize it was not you who had opened the door.

"Hana?"

Hana blinked her eyes rapidly. "YOU? What- what are you doing here?"

Jungkook let out a smile. "Oh thank god! I was about to go crazy waiting for Y/N! Is she at the coffee shop? Did she tell you to pick her stuff? I need to see her! Hana I know who I'm supposed to be with now! Y/N! I love her! Gosh! I'm an idiot right?? Gosh, how am I so blind before?"

Hana's eyes were sad and full of dark circles. She gave him a glare and didn't understand what craziness is Jungkook talking about. As your colleague, Hana knew how ignorant Jungkook is, but this is too much. His ignorance is just way past its limit. "You asshole."

Jungkook look at her, "Huh?"

Hana pushed him away. 

"You asshole. How can you say all this? How can you proudly say all this after what you did to her? Rot in hell Jungkook! You don't deserve to live. You should be the one who died, not Y/N. Get out of her house, this was only a refugee for you when she's around. She's not anymore. All thanks to you. Bastard!"

Jungkook couldn't catch up with what she's talking about. She's kidding, right?

"Hey Hana.. I know you're mad. I know I am an asshole but don't punish me like this. It's not funny okay. What are you talking about anyways? You're crazy.."

"You don't believe me? Are you looking at what I'm wearing Jeon Jungkook?? I'm here to get some of Y/N's beloved stuff so I can attend her funeral and pay my respect to her families! This is the least I can do! You know whose crazy? You! You're the one whose crazy! For leaving her like that! Fuck you! Get off of me!" Hana yelled at him and pushed him away.

Jungkook's blood runs cold. He reached for Hana's shoulder and turn her around. "STOP JOKING! WHERE IS Y/N?! YOU KNOW WHAT? YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW HER PARENT'S ADDRESS?! I'll go to her house, your stupid prank won't work on me," Jungkook stubbornly pull out his phone where he had your parent's address in his notes.

He scrolled for a while and found it.

Hana rolled her eyes at him disgustedly. "Go, go see for herself with what you've done to Y/N. She loves you Jungkook. She had a whole life ahead of her but she was always busy listening to your stupid problems and mending your broken heart. She was still with you even when you bashed her away for loving someone who keeps on fooling you day in and day out. Did you know why she did that? Because she loves you. With her whole heart. But you.. why did she even waste her time on someone like you, I would never know."

Jungkook couldn't believe his ears. He didn't wait another minute. He ran down the stairs and jump into his car, quickly driving to your parent's house.

...

Jungkook's heart patter once he turn off the engine to his car. He saw a lot of people coming into your house. All of them wearing black. Jungkook's hands trembled.

No, no, Hana can't be serious. He had just met you last night! Maybe.. yes maybe its another person. Maybe someone, a cousin or your family members. Jungkook step out of his car, heart pumping loudly. He walk pass through more and more people who were coming to your house, some of them silently crying, some of them sobbing.

"Y/N, I'm here."

He took a deep breath and step inside your house, where he saw your parents crying at the corner of the room. Your brother was bowing at everyone who came and they were offering their condolences to him and your parents. The house was filled with people wearing black. Jungkook was the only one wearing a white shirt. His bangs covered his doe eyes, his pupil shaking while looking around for any sight of you.

That's when he saw you.

He almost smiled, when he realize how pale you looked like. He almost ran to hug you when he realize how your eyes were closed, sleeping peacefully in the coffin beside your parents. Jungkook fell to the floor. The other guest look at him in surprise.

"No.. no.. Y/N.. no that.. that can't be her.." he mutter to himself, trying hard to convince that the beautiful lifeless girl in the coffin wasn't you. Your brother saw this and excuse himself from the guest, helping Jungkook up from his current state.

"Jungkook," you brother held him by the shoulder. Jungkook's big eyes didn't move from you. "You made it. Thank you, for coming all the way here. I heard that you didn't know about Y/N's passing. We were still in shock too."

Your brother's explanation was not enough. Jungkook trembles, his teeth chattering, "Ho- how hyung? She.. I just saw her last night! Hyung! What happen?! Y/N! She can't leave me like this!"

Your brother calmed him down by making him sit at the furthest corner of the room. "Y/N.. She- she drowned while canoeing. That's what the authority tell us. The boat she took, it- I'm so sorry Jungkook but she's gone, my sister's gone," your brother told him tearfully. Jungkook couldn't believe what he was hearing. Last night, when he left you at the boat.. you didn't go home?

"When they pulled her out of the water.. she looks so pale. As if she's been in there for a long time. The police told me that she wasn't wearing a life jacket, and I know my sister is not a good swimmer, she must have drowned all by herself.."

"NO.. no that can't be- you're joking right?! No- she she can't be!"

Jungkook tried so hard to deny the fact. He couldn't look at how you were lying in the coffin so lifelessly while holding a water hyacinth in your hand. He couldn't accept the fact that it was he who made you died. 

He’s a murderer. It was his fault that you've drowned. Your brother tried to calmed him down, but Jungkook ran to your coffin, holding your cold face frantically.

"Y/N? Y/N, darling wake up! You're playing with me right? Where is her glasses?? She can't see without her glasses! Please anyone! Where is her glasses?!"

Your parents cried harder at Jungkook's outburst. Your brother and a few of your cousins pulled him away from you while he screams for them to let him go. "She's gone Jungkook, she's gone-"

"NO! Y/N! NO! Y/N! PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME! I LOVE YOU Y/N! PLEASE! CALL MY NAME ONE MORE TIME Y/N! PLEASE!"

But it was all too late. You were gone, and Jungkook were in such a great shock that he didn't eat, didn't sleep, didn't talk properly after your death. Even years after your passing, Jungkook was never the same. Nobody knew what’s going on in his mind, because he talks less and thinks about you to the point of madness. He was still in trauma because he knew the last thing you have was a bad memory of him, and how you loved him and still be with him despite everything he did.

He regret that you died because of him, and you died without hearing that he wants to be with you too.

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fan account wars teaser ;)

masterlist

jungkook x reader

genre: crack (duh), angst(?), and fluff

summary: jungkook “should’ve” won best jieun (iu) fan account on twitter instead of you.

i’m really looking forward to this one y’all 🥺 jungkook and y/n boutta be ENEMIES ;)

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Important question

So, I just finied the trailer for the murder mystery! Based on the stats right now, Stray Kids is going to be the main group and I made the decision to sprinkle a couple more groups in there because...well idk 😂 Anyway, the main point is, I was wondering if a couple of people would like to see the trailer before I post it. I have two different versions (also a third possible one) and I want someone else’s opinion cause I don’t know which one I like better 🥺👉👈 sO, if you want to help me do a little test run, send me a message or write a comment down below (I sound like a YouTuber lol) Thank you!! Love you all lots ❤️

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Masterlist ✨💛

I write for gender neutral and female/feminine readers. I have some boundaries or rules which I have pinned on my blog 😊

Smut ~ 🔥 Angst ~ ⚡️ Fluff ~ ☁️

Itzy

Yeji

I’d Like It If You Stayed ☁️

Lia

Ryujin

G!P Dom!Ryujin x Sub!Fem!Reader 🔥☁️

Chaeryeong

Yuna

Twice

Nayeon

Jeongyeon

Momo

Sana

Jihyo

Mina

Dahyun

Chaeyoung

Lovestruck Sweethearts ☁️

Tzuyu

Blackpink

Jisoo

Jennie

Special Birthday Surprise - Jennie Kim x Sub!Fem!Reader 🔥

Rosé

Lisa

Mamamoo

Solar

Moonbyul

Whee In

Hwasa

Aespa

Aespa Distracts Gamer S/O For Cuddles ☁️

Karina

The Tease ⚡️☁️

We Were A Secret ☁️

In My Arms Only 🔥☁️

Fatally Reunited ⚡️☁️

Giselle

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an arrangement | jjk

pairing: jeon jungkook x female reader

summary: arranged marriages ruin everything.

genre: angst, arranged marriage, royalty!au, prince!jk, crown princess!oc, childhood best friends to ?

warnings: explicit language, mention of exes (moreso ex crushes/flings), jk is sad, oc is rlly insecure </3

word count: 9.5k

author’s note: hello ! (◕◡◕) here’s pt 2 of the royalty series hehe. we get a little more backstory on their history this time! thank u for reading! lmk what u think! :)

banner pic creds here! <3

it’s been a month or so since you’ve been back home, and it’s safe to say you’ve assimilated quite well.

there are still some things you need to work on. some parts of your etiquette, remembering that you don’t have to do your own laundry, and that you have to let a guard know if you want to speak with someone.

that last one you aren’t very fond of. especially now, when you’ve arrived outside of jungkook’s palace to hang out with him. only for the guard to deny you entrance. he looked confused, most likely because he didn’t recognize you. you take the rejection with a bowed head. embarrassed, to say the least.

now you sit in a stairway forgotten by everyone else except you and jungkook, somewhere in the depths of your palace lies a place sacred to the two of you. it used to be a meeting area; whenever you’d play hide and seek and it was taking too long, you’d both make your way there and call it quits. when you got older, the two of you would just sit there, talk, and try to stay away from the royal court, too lazy to speak or be present when the king spoke to nobles about business that neither of you cared for.

the stairs still look exactly the same, a white and grey marble with black railings. the big chandelier above the stairs shines dimly, because they can’t be bothered to fix it. you sit on a stair, leaning against the wall. just thinking. losing track of time and dozing off into a daydream. one of an old memory between you and jungkook. the staircase holds a lot of history, of course, since it’s your spot, but also because this was the place where you realized that you harbored feelings a lot deeper for jungkook. feelings that weren’t platonic.

it was a hot summer day. princesses and princes from other kingdoms came to visit. your father just got a pool installed, people flocked to your backyard to cool off and get their feet wet. one being the princess of fenutar, jieun, jungkook’s crush since he was like eight.

you’d be lying if you said you weren’t jealous. he’d been ignoring you almost the entire day ever since she stepped foot in raemor. jungkook would show her around his castle, and then yours. whenever they would come around, you would be forced to smile and curtsy, jaw clenching every time you saw her hand in his.

they look happy. sitting at the edge of the pool together, laughing, talking about everything and nothing together. jungkook looks so in love, the way his eyes sparkle her way. she does too, you can spot the way her cheeks flush when one of his flirty jokes lands. then there was you, sitting at a table just behind them with your ladies; you forgot what the conversation was about, their voices drowned out a long time ago. only focusing on the feeling of your heart sinking to your ass. it’s one that you’d never wish on anyone else.

you knew you shouldn’t have felt this way; best friends aren’t supposed to be angry when the other is with someone that they like. best friends should want the best for each other. you should have been happy for jungkook. but you weren’t.

you were bitter.

no way was it her fault. she’s beautiful, her personality glows so brightly and she’s so nice, even your parents regard her for her amazing attitude. it wasn’t jungkook’s fault either. he’s beautiful. someone that was so easy to fall in love with, you couldn’t control that. it was no one’s fault but yours, through and through.

unrequited love is a pain quite like no other. you could already feel the tears building, so you excuse yourself from the table, an excuse for the bathroom is all you can think of. your ladies make quite a spectacle, bombarding you with questions and offering to come with you but you decline in the nicest way you could. the commotion made jungkook turn around, wondering what all the talk was about but you got away just in time. he probably would have never noticed that you left if it weren't for all the noise.

jungkook ignores it at first, thinking you probably just needed to use the bathroom. but there’s a feeling that he gets, one that tells him to follow you. he ignores it for now. you should be fine. right?

you were for a couple of minutes. keeping your composure until you get to the familiar hallway that leads to the staircase. suddenly, everything you’ve been bottling up, erupts. a quiet sob escapes your mouth, tears come running down your face, surely ruining the mascara that your ladies gently applied on you.

the fact that you were in love with jungkook was one that you avoided for a very, very long time. mostly because it would ruin your friendship. but the more you push it aside, tell yourself to forget about the way he smiles at you and the way he makes you feel, the more you couldn’t stand being around him. the guilty feeling in your stomach whenever you would laugh with him, hold his hand, everything. it wasn’t fair, this wasn’t for you. he wasn’t for you.

you make your way to the top of the staircase, one hand holding your dress up as your other hand holding onto the railing. you let yourself sit down at the top of stairs, telling yourself to breathe and relax. but the cries were unstoppable; uneven breathing and a stuffy nose mix to create your solemn sobs.

on jungkook’s end, he was getting suspicious. bathroom breaks were never this long. he understands maybe ten minutes, but twenty five? it was either you got an upset stomach or you ran away and something was wrong. jungkook had a feeling it was the latter, so he excuses himself from jieun to go and look for you.

he’d asked the guards if they’ve seen you, but they had no idea. your ladies were around but they also didn’t know where you were. he knocked on your bedroom door, no answer. the bathroom nearest the entrance, no answer. jungkook thought of where else you could be. a place where no one saw you go and no one knows where. of course. he realizes. running towards the familiar staircase. almost exhausted from running around the castle. he thinks he might be going crazy when he starts hearing sniffling and quiet sobs echo from the end of the hallway.

was it a sad ghost? or were you… crying?

“princess?” jungkook’s voice startles you. a little gasp escaping your lungs when you turn to look at him. he makes eye contact with you, your tear-stained face confirming his worries. “why are you crying? what happened?”

you shake your head, “it’s nothing— i tripped on the way up here, i hurt my ankle.” you lie, rushing to wipe the tears off your face.

“what? are you alright? let me see.” he comes closer. you try to move away, but the staircase is only so wide; you back up only a few inches. you give up, letting him gently grab your ankle. there was nothing wrong with it. you didn’t wince when he put pressure on it and jungkook knows what an injured ankle looks like, plus you weren’t one to cry over small injuries like this.

something else was wrong.

he didn’t quite know what it was, but obviously, if you lied: telling him that you sprained your ankle instead of saying what was bothering you. then it must be really bothering you. to the point where you don’t want to talk about it to anyone, not even him. so he plays along. gently placing your ankle back down and looking up at you. another tear falling from your eye.

“best friends don’t let each other get hurt.” he says, almost a whisper. he wipes the tear that runs down your cheek. “i’m sorry, ___.”

“i’m fine, don’t worry.” you push his hand away gently, “i’m not upset anymore.” but the tears still stream down your face.

jungkook doesn’t push it. he knows you’re trying to be strong, trying to pretend that whatever it is, doesn’t hurt you despite the waterworks. so he holds it in, putting his hand on your knee and rubbing his thumb against it absentmindedly. “i love you, ___.”

the words are so comforting, but at the same time so painful. you know he doesn’t mean it in the way you want him to. you were a fool, crying about him in this damn stairwell while he was out there with someone that he actually wanted to be with. if you were to look at him now, you know he’d be sporting that pity face you hate so much. so you let yourself blink out a few more tears. never making eye contact with him, you meekly reply. “i love you too, jungkook.”

his hand raises, moving his hand forward to show you his pinky. sniffling, you finally look up from the floor. looking at the face of the one your heart aches to be with. the face of a man that you’ve loved for as long as you could remember. god, you love him. you love him.

ever so patient, he waits until you complete the pinky promise, sitting there with his pinky up.

thoughts of your future without jungkook in it flash through your mind. how you’ll attend his wedding and how he’ll attend yours. how it won’t be the two of you getting wed. one day you’ll get over it, maybe, but today, you’ll cry about it; you’ll allow yourself that one thing. but more than anything, you want him to be happy. so you complete the link, swallowing your selfish desire to be the one he loves.  

“as long as the flowers still grow.” you promise each other, pinkies intertwining to seal the deal.

“there you are—!” jungkook interrupts your daydream, the sound of his voice startling you a bit. speaking of the devil. “my guard said that a pretty girl wanted to see me— guessed it was you.” he laughs, making his way up the stairs to sit next to you. you only blush at his remark, not replying. “why didn’t you tell him who you were? they would’ve let you in no matter what.”

“i was embarrassed,” you scrunch your nose. “what do you want me to do— throw a fit and say, ‘i am ___, the princess of raemor, and you will let me in this castle to see my best friend at once!’?”

he laughs, “yes, actually.”

you roll your eyes playfully, “never gonna happen.”

the two of you are quiet for a moment. looking around the place. the familiarity seeps in, all the memories coming back.

“just being here brings back old memories, huh?” jungkook speaks.

“yeah,” you nodded. “i was actually thinking of one just now.”

“yeah? which one?” he asks.

“when i hurt my ankle.” you laughed. “i was crying so hard on these steps.”

“oh, that was the big summer party you guys had, right? when everyone came?” jungkook sits next to you.

“yeah— your fiancee, miss jieun came, remember?” you joked.

jungkook’s eyebrows raise. “fiancee?”

“it was a joke,” you poke his side. “but you do want to marry her— right? have you told your dad about who you want to marry?”

he scratches the back of his neck, looking away from you. “yeah, why? have you?”

you furrow your eyebrows. he’s acting weird. “i haven’t, they haven’t talked to me about it yet.” you admit, “anyways, who did you say?”

“i—” jungkook starts but a shout interrupts him.

“princess!” you hear from the end of the hall. you perk up, standing and walking down the stairs to see who was calling you. jungkook follows behind. “there you are! we’ve been looking for you all morning!” your advisor, venus, tells you.

“sorry,” you laugh, “i didn’t know i was needed.”

“it’s alright, your father is asking for you in the briefing room.” she informs you.

“briefing room?” you question, “why am i needed there? am i supposed to soothe out an international relation?” you joke. but venus doesn’t reply. only leading both you and jungkook to the room.

“shall we start the meeting?” your fathers advisor perks up after you and jungkook walk into the briefing room. the two of you are given seats next to each other, blue and venus sit to the left of you, while jungkook and his advisor sit to the right of you. all of your parents' advisors are here as well. the room is packed.

your father’s main advisor, clementine, shows pictures of different wedding ceremonies, dresses and suits. they ask for your parents opinion, then jungkook’s, then blue’s, then venus, then lastly you. a wedding must be taking place soon, and a very royal, extravagant one at that.

“who’s getting married?” you ask, turning to both blue and jungkook. you were confused as to why you were even in this meeting, why would they need the princesses opinion on a wedding that wasn’t hers?

you catch the way clementine looks at your parents. silently going up to them and asking them something quietly. to which both of your parents shake their heads. “am i the one to break the news?” he asks, out loud this time. your parents look your way, seeing the confused look on your face as you wait for an answer. “well, princess, the wedding— it’s yours.”

the shock is quite quick. you sit up straight in your seat, sending a glare to your parents. you should have known. “you must be mistaken,” you comment. “right, father?”

“he’s not.” your father speaks, “you are to marry someone.”

you’ve grown up quite a lot ever since the last time you were here. they were probably expecting you to fight back, spite them with mean words. but you’ve always known that you were going to be subject to something like this. arranged marriage is tradition, it’s something that’s going to happen no matter what. so you sit in silence, realization seeping in every second.

they’re scared of your silence, actually. everyone in the room was hesitant to speak up again once they realized that the gears were turning in your head. you hoped that someone else would talk, so that they’d tell you who, when, where, and everything else you need to know. but still, it was quiet.

you look up from your hands in your lap. “do you know to who?” your voice is stern, but still somewhat quiet.

another silence is the only answer you’re given. you watch as the adults eye each other, giving mental signals as to who should be the one to say it.

until you hear jungkook move. the chair squeaking as he sits straight up. gathering all the courage he can muster to say the next few words. “to me.” he answers. eyes fully meeting yours.

no. no way.

jungkook can see the way that your face turns in disbelief. he wishes he knew what to say to make you feel better about it all, but he doesn’t. for so long he thought it would be okay, because it’s him. you love him. you were best friends. you’d accept him to be your husband because it was destined, you were destined for each other.

but with the look on your face. he isn’t so sure anymore.  

“what?” you mutter. “are— are you serious? you knew? is that why you’ve been so nice to me lately?” the pieces are putting themselves together so fast. how you thought you and jungkook had a romantic moment the day you came back, how he was being especially courteous for the time you’ve been back, everything, all of it.

he doesn’t say anything. nothing to defend himself, because everyone knew, while you didn’t. even blue, who sits to the left of you, stays quiet. “did you know too? is that why you mentioned it on the plane?” you ask him. he can’t even face you, his gaze fixed onto the table in front of him. “i can’t believe this.”

“honey,” your mother starts, “let’s talk about it—”

“what are we supposed to discuss? i’m sure you all already have everything planned.” you bite back, spite laced through the words.

another silence takes over the room. as if they’re scared of provoking you again. there were at least five people in this room that have dealt with wars and mediating crises, but they’re scared of a princess that was lied to and tricked. (as they should.)

you weren’t going to speak up either. you knew this was business, royal customs. there is an urge to speak your mind, to ask them if you could just have some more time. ask them if this is really what jungkook wants because there is no way you were going to marry someone who didn’t see you in the way you do them. it isn’t fair to him. it isn’t fair to you. “it’s just not fair.” you mumble under your breath.

clementine coughs, hearing the words slip from your mouth. “well, princess— you are still royalty, therefore you are subject to royal rules,” he tells you, “it is prince jungkook you are marrying, after all.”

you understand that his statement is supposed to make you feel better about it all, to make you realize that you have jungkook on your side throughout this entire thing. but it strikes a different nerve. one that has you staring clementine dead in the eye. poison threatening to seep out in your words. you don’t mean it. you love jungkook. but you have to say it. you have to. because you know jungkook wants to marry someone else, and you can’t bear the pain of knowing that the person you are married to, the person you truly love, does not want to be with you.  “and what if i don’t want to marry him?”

your mother sits up straight, your father too, from the corner of your eye you could see jungkook perk up when you said it as well. his eyes wide with something flashing across them, you’re not sure what it is, and you don’t take another second to guess what it was. “you’re not thinking clearly, ___, listen to what you’re saying.” your father speaks.

your father was right. you weren’t thinking clearly. too many thoughts flood your mind. about how this could change you and jungkook’s friendship forever. about how he’s known and how he didn’t even tell you. about how your friendship could have been based on this.

oh, god.

your entire friendship could have been based on this.

the room is silent, waiting for you to apologize, or say something else. you can’t bear to be in the room anymore. so you stand, using the back of your knees to push your chair back, you lift the extra cloth of your dress so you don’t drag it on the floor as you leave the room. you hear multiple voices calling your name, beckoning you back, but the sound of your heartbeat is louder. it’s all you can hear in your ears. you push the heavy door open to walk down the familiarly unfamiliar halls of your family’s palace. two weeks wasn’t long enough to relearn the entire layout of the castle, and unfortunately, the meeting took place in the briefing room. a place you never took interest in, nor did you ever need to go there.

the corners keep connecting to hallways, those hallways lead to longer hallways, and those hallways are seemingly never ending. your emotions boil over, overwhelmed in every sense of the word. silently crying as you try to make your way outside because the air inside this castle is too hot, it’s suffocating.

“___,” you hear a familiar voice call out. the sound of his steps come closer as yours start to speed up. “princess, please—”

“jungkook— leave me alone, please,” you sniffle. searching for a door that leads anywhere outside.

a brief silence follows, you know he’s behind you. he knows that you’re feeling trapped. he sees the way that your chest rises and falls rapidly and the way your feet carry you through the halls without a second thought, trying to find an exit. “there’s a door that goes to the garden up ahead, on your right.” he informs. he keeps his distance, afraid that he’ll overstep, but he needs to talk to you. he needs to let you know that it’ll be okay.

when you find the door, you immediately let yourself out, taking a deep breath of the fresh air. you keep walking, towards that willow tree just next to the pond and jungkook follows. another place that was dear to your heart, but you can’t think of the happy memories right now.  “princess, let me explain, i know you’re shocked and confused.”

you turn around now. “what will you say that will make me change my mind?”

he furrowed his eyebrows, “do you really not want to be with me?” a look of hurt flashes across his soft features.

“it’s not like that, jungkook, you know it isn’t.” your lip quivers as you speak. you should be happy. why are you so upset?

maybe it’s the fact that you thought that you and jungkook were genuine. the one thing in your life that you were able to grow organically. a love that was real. now, you have to question the validity of your entire friendship.

“then what is it?” he steps forward, trying to close the huge gap between the two of you. this time, you don’t reply. unsure of what to say, perhaps a confession while you were angry wasn’t the right thing to do. so you stay quiet. “___,” he spoke up again, “our parents planned for us to marry each other before we were even born, i’ve known it for a while now.” he explains, “i’m sorry they just decided to tell you today.”

his statement makes you think first. he’s known for a while? you suspected that he’s known for maybe a few hours, a few days at most. but a while means longer than that. “you never thought to tell me? you could have written? called?” you asked, more hurt and anger wanting to seep out. but you have to remind yourself that this isn’t entirely jungkook’s fault. his parents and yours planned this before the two of you were even born. if you were to pick a bone with someone, it would be with them.

but you can’t help but fear that this could confirm one of your biggest worries in a friendship/relationship. you knew you were royalty. that you possess privilege, power, money, status; everything everyone wants. the thought of someone using you for those things, for whatever you could give them-- it was a constant worry. that princes would woo you over and make you fall in love just for security of their kingdom, not because they loved you.

just because jungkook was a prince doesn’t mean that it’ll secure him for life. just like the women, the men needed to get married in order to maintain the monarchy. not to mention the fact that his kingdom was ‘given’ to your father’s. there’s a lot more to it, but if jungkook were to marry someone else: over time, the kingdoms would need to break apart. therefore, losing almost half of landmass and citizens. your father, despite being a kind and compassionate ruler, would not stand for that, especially not if he can arrange a marriage to prevent it.

“i tried, princess! believe me,” he pleads, reaching his hand out to touch yours but you don’t let him take it. “i didn’t know where you were or what your number was, and when i asked your father, he denied me the information.”

you want to believe him. a part of you does believe him. this is jungkook we’re talking about. your best friend, someone that you knew before you could form coherent memories. it’s just the thought that all of this could have been plotted. jungkook’s parents could have pressured and pushed him to a point where he thought he had no other choice. where he felt forced to befriend you so that the marriage could be easier, so that he could tolerate you better, so that he wouldn’t disappoint his parents and his kingdom. the two of you technically have no other choice. everyone would be in favor of this, especially you since he’s been so good to you— since you’re utterly in love with him. it makes you think, how much of this was real?

“you’ve always been sweet to me— always too nice.” you shake your head. “i should have known treatment like that from someone like you was too good to be true.” your insecurities flood out. your hand goes to your mouth, as if you didn’t mean to say it, but your heart is pouring everything out now. there was no turning back.

it makes him pause, eyebrows knitting together in confusion again. he looks genuinely upset now. “someone like me? what are you trying to say, ___?”

“you know exactly what i’m talking about,” you frown.

“royalty? you’re royalty too, ___, what makes you any different? five years away from raemor?” he crosses his arms over his chest. he doesn’t get it, of course he doesn’t. jungkook doesn’t give himself credit. always brushing off compliments, ignoring the popularity and admiration, never acknowledging his bragging rights.

“jungkook, you are known as the most handsome, most desirable prince in the world, you’re jeon jungkook.” there's bitterness in your tone, something akin to jealousy or… insecurity. “everyone wants to be you, everyone wants to be with you— you’re perfect, jungkook, and i’m not.”

childhood friends to lovers, it sounds sweet, doesn’t it? a fairy-tale-like love story. you wished on shooting stars and dandelions for that type of love. a real one. one that wasn’t doctored in a briefing room to assure that two nations would stick together. it wasn’t fair. not when you thought the stars aligned perfectly for you and jungkook to be together. only to find out that your parents forced them to align. you should have known— why would he willingly love you? when there were princesses a thousand times more beautiful, more charming.

“___, that’s not true—“ he starts but you can’t really bear to hear anyone else’s voice right now, not when the voice in your head is already screaming at you.

“i need some rest, jungkook, maybe we can talk about this later.” you suggest, gaze moving to the floor when you turn around and lift the cloth of your dress off the grass. your feet move on their own, your brain shutting down.

“___…” you could hear jungkook behind you. he sounded defeated. a sad tone ringing through the sound of your name.

too many questions ring through your mind when you lay in your bed, staring at your ceiling.

maybe you should talk to him, ask him these questions. it’s not fair to him if you just assume these things. if you just keep wondering, you truly think you’ll go crazy. because before this, you thought you and jungkook were good friends. despite everything, he still meant a lot to you. you just hope your friendship wasn’t based on this. that’s it. you wished for some part of it to be real, if not all of it.

you’re on your phone now, scrolling through twitter and the trending list to see if anything’s been said about an engagement. there was no talk of it, you suspect that the advisors kept it under wraps as they tried to figure out what to do. if anything, they’ll just push on with the plan.

crying was tiring, thinking all of this through was too. you’re split straight in the middle: of what you want and what you think is best. what you want, all pride aside, is to be with jungkook, marry him because you’ve been utterly in love with him since you were fifteen. what you think is best, is to not go through with this marriage. you aren’t sure what jungkook really wants, and you’ll be damned before you let jungkook go through with something he doesn’t want to do.

solutions were better said than done. you could just hold out for as long as you can, see what that can do for you. you could take it to royal court, argue your case and say that arranged marriages should be abolished. you could do whatever. but it’s all too much to think about, too much happened today. so you let yourself close your eyes, another tear joining the puddle on your pillow as you drift off to sleep.

pride was a nasty thing. you felt guilty for dragging this thing out, especially for jungkook; he didn’t seem to be taking it well either. it’s just… your family knows how headstrong you are when it comes to making your own decisions. if they told you, let you know while they were planning everything, it would have made you feel a lot better, you probably would have gone along with the plan easily. but they didn’t, and all you can do right now, is be angry and annoyed for the time being. you didn’t know how long it was going to last, but only that a sour taste appears on your tongue whenever you pass your parents or even think of them.

“—your highness?” venus snaps you out of your mental monologue.

“yes?” you raise your eyebrows, sitting up in your chair. venus had brought you back into the briefing room because they still needed to discuss the arrangement. it was only you and your advisors today, blue also by your side as they slid the papers to you. he looked through them before passing them to you to look over. a packet of papers full of food choices, dress options, and venue locations were there for you to choose from. the last thing you were thinking about right now was an extravagant wedding.

she sits in front of you, sliding another paper to you. a picture this time. of jieun. she’s beautiful as always. your throat dries, immediately catching on. “i regret to inform you that if you do not wish to marry prince jungkook, we will have to send him off to fenutar to marry the princess.”

of course. to the princess he actually wants to marry.

you’re selfish. your stare is long. teeth gnawing at the inside of your cheek. instead of saying, “oh, that’s great! let him.” you’re silent, thinking over what to do to keep him by your side. in the end, it’s not up to you. no matter how much you want to be with him, it’s about if jungkook wants to be with you. that’s the entire reason why you’re holding it out, because you’re not sure if jungkook really wants to marry you, and you want to hear the truth. not something he thinks you would want to hear, or something the king would want to hear. you want real, brutal honesty.

so you ask, “well, what does the prince want?”

“well— he hasn’t answered yet, but he knows you are unsure of this commitment, and is willing to marry someone else if it seems fit for the kingdom.” she answers, “so what do you say? will you marry him?”

“can i get longer than a heartbeat to think about it?” you snap, “everyone seemed to have twenty years to think about arranging this marriage, but i can’t even get a few days?”

venus slightly flinches at the way your volume rises. before she speaks again, she hands you another lengthy packet. “princess, it’s just that— your engagement party was supposed to be tonight, with your uncertainty, we must change the theme.”

the packet was labeled ‘engagement party’ and it contained everyone who was invited; it happened to be a very, very long list. the food was planned, the music that they’re going to play is planned, everything is already thought of. reading through all the pages, it was never going to be your choice, they’ve had this planned for years. the packets were a big slap in the face. when it came to marriage, it was so obvious that it wasn’t up to you. so you sigh, “to what?”

“a party to find you suitors.” she slides you the new invitation. at this point, you had to have at least a thousand papers sitting in front of you.

“you’ve got to be kidding me,” you groan, “can’t we just give it a rest? give me a couple days to think this over before i make one of the biggest decisions anyone could ever make?”

venus gives you a pity pout. she cared about you, but in everyone else’s eyes, you were just going against protocol. that doesn’t look good in the eyes of the court and the public, especially since everything was planned with such detail. “invitations were sent months ago, people are coming either way, and since everyone is aware you are here, you must attend.”

so you give up, giving in with a sigh. “right,” you exhale. “fine.”

venus then goes off to talk about the party and what to expect, what you’re going to wear, and who you should talk to. her voice drowns itself out as you think about jungkook, wondering how he’s doing.

the jeon palace is quiet this morning.

blue is your bodyguard, but he felt the energy seeping off of you. you didn’t want to see him nor be around him. so after the meeting, he took off to speak with jungkook, asking him what he thinks the two of them should do.

“no idea, man.” jungkook shrugs. namjoon assesses that he’s been up all night; the blood shot eyes and tired voice are clear indicators. “we just have to give her time.”

jungkook never doubted his love for you. even with the distance and after all the time, he’s never faltered when it came to you. now, he worries. wonders if your feelings differ from his. that he’s misread the situation. do you really not want to marry him? is it just the idea of marriage you despise? or is it him too? did you hate him?

“they’ve changed the theme of the party tonight,” namjoon informs him. “they’re looking to find ___ new suitors.”

jungkook sighs. he doesn’t want to burden you with this, if it wasn’t him you wanted to marry, then he wants you to marry someone you love.

“is that what she wants?” he asks. namjoon shrugs. “should i keep fighting, blue? i don’t know if she wants this.”

jungkook’s always been a man of action. he fights for whatever he thinks is right. and this, this is right. you are right for jungkook. jungkook is right for you. he has so much hope for the two of you.

he doesn’t want you to be the one that got away, the one he has to wait lifetimes to be with. he wants you now. he can’t waste this life pretending to love someone else when he could have had you. jungkook wishes that he spoke up sooner— told you how he felt when you left. but he was speechless. the words were stuck in his throat when you said your last goodbye before stepping onto the plane.

“promise me you’ll come back?” jungkook asks. he’s tried to stall this moment as long as he could, even dragging you to his palace to show you his prizes from the christmas festival. it didn’t work, venus was waiting on the steps of his palace, asking for you.

“i can’t promise, jungkook, you know that.” you hold his hands tightly. his eyes shine in the dark of the night, it’s a sight that you know you’ll miss when you’re in the city. but you know this is for the better, time away from jungkook— away from raemor will be good for you. maybe you’ll realize that you don’t really love jungkook, and that your heart is only attached to him because he’s in your proximity, because he’s always been so sweet to you.

you can see the way he bites the inside of his cheek, trying not to cry. instinctively, your hand goes to his cheek, gently rubbing over the dip, telling him that it’s okay. he leans into your grasp. revelling the moment because he doesn’t know the next time he’ll be able to feel your touch. a tear falling from his eye and onto your hand as he shuts his eyes.

don’t leave, don’t leave, don’t leave. he chants in his head. i love you, i love you, i love you.

his hands grab the one that holds his face and pulls you close. he can’t get the words out. so he cries. silent tears streaming down his face, hiccupping every minute or so.

“i’ll always love you, jungkook.” you tell him, squeezing him tightly in the hug he pulled you in. “as long as the flowers still grow.”

he only cries more. your promise has never sounded so empty.

“i think you should wait it out, she’s fond of you— i know she’s just holding out because her parents did this behind her back— it’s not you.” namjoon gives him a light pat on the back before standing up. “i gotta get back to the palace, will you be at the party tonight?”

jungkook shrugs. no verbal response. namjoon takes this as a sign to leave him alone. after a quick goodbye, he shuts the door and leaves jungkook to wallow in his worries.

guests have already started arriving as you begin to get ready. your mother set out and planned for you to wear a beautiful white dress. an off the shoulder, kind of fluffy dress with flowers embroidered all over it. the white, ‘virginal’ color obviously trying to attract suitors. it was pretty, but you didn’t want to wear it. your ladies wait for you to stand, they hold the dress and wait for you to step into it. but you walk the other way, into your closet to find another dress.

a pretty black a line dress catches your eye. the tulle peeking out from the rest of the dresses hanging from the hangers. “i’ll wear this one,” you tell them, “please hang that one back up in the closet.”

they don’t object, chungha moves to hang the white dress back up as chaeyoung helps you into the black dress. “you’re so cool.” she praises, zipping you up and fluffing the tulle for you.

you give her a smile. you’re a lot stronger than you were before. doing something like this, defying your parents so obviously would have scared you to death when you were fourteen. you stand now, ready to walk down the step with both your ladies on each arm, helping you down.

a whole crowd waits for you to come down the stairs. among the sea of people, jungkook stares right at you. a tight lipped smile flashed your way before he looked away, trying to focus on his friends instead of you.

but you’re just so pretty, and of course you’re wearing black. he’s so happy that you’re standing up for yourself. the princes whistle and react to your dress choice, jungkook tries to hide the way his eyes roll to the back of his head. he tries not to react so outwardly, despite the urge to stand next to you and pull you away from these slimy princes. like he used to.

he didn’t even want to come. his advisors forced him to go to the party, to let everyone know that there wasn’t any bad blood between you and him. with everyone expecting the news of your engagement, the invitation was a shock. so jungkook stands there, as much as he doesn’t want to, as a peacemaker, a treaty.

when you reach the bottom of the stairs, your mother gives you a kiss while your father gives you a slight smile. she rubs your back gently, “you look beautiful, darling.”

it was a small thing, choosing your own dress to wear, and changing the color. but the way your parents reacted was a big thing. something that gives you a little bit of hope. you give them a small smile. “thank you, mama.”

chungha and chaeyoung let go of your arms. the swarm begins. voices overlap each other, multiple princes try to introduce themselves at the same time. it’s like they were the ones that forgot their etiquette and not you. it was quite overwhelming, you try to find something, someone to run to so that you would calm down.

your mind goes to one person. he stands next to a table, sipping champagne with his friends. you push your way out of the pit of princes and make your way to the familiar man. jungkook makes eye contact with you, drinking from the champagne flute before raising his eyebrows.

you give him a curtsy when you approach, his friends turn and bow. jungkook bows as well. “everything alright, princess?”

he was also informed not to be too touchy, too close to you because he was supposed to give other suitors a chance. jungkook, again, couldn’t have rolled his eyes any harder. but rules are rules, so he stands a safe distance away from you even though he knows all you want is to be reassured with a gentle hold of his hand.

the change in energy is something you recognize immediately. you should have known things weren’t going to be the same after everything that’s happened the past two days. maybe you shouldn’t have ran to him. he sounds like he doesn’t care. you’re not sure what to say, and before you know it, you’re excusing yourself from the conversation and making your way to your seat.

luckily for you, the dinner starts and the princes are told to stay seated in their assigned places for as long as the dinner persists. you sit with your family, the bubble consisting of your king and queen parents protect you from men that want your hand in marriage.

princes and more highborn surround you. the prince of france sending you glances from his table, the prince of scotland sending flowers to your table, and many other princes want to be in your favor. but you only think of jungkook, only want to be with jungkook. it’d look stupid of you to admit it now, after making such a fuss during the meeting. you should have given it time, thought with reason and clarity. because now, here you are: sulking in your chair with princes pining after you while your eyes are for one person, and he’s not even looking at you. you had the attention of the entire world and you hated it. if jungkook wasn’t looking at you, talking to you. none of it mattered.

the rest of the party, you stay seated at your table. the princes come up to you one by one, talking to you until they deemed that the conversation was over. it was fun to talk, but it was so draining. it felt like speed dating.

you notice that jungkook and his friends are gone from the table they were sitting at when the prince of japan stands to leave. the prince of france is next to talk to you, and he seems to go on and on about his ski resort somewhere in the mountains and how he has like twenty cars. you smile and nod, trying to get the conversation over with before you feel a tap on your shoulder.

“excuse me, your grace,” taehyung interrupts your conversation with the prince of france. “come with me, please.”

you apologize to the prince before excusing yourself to go off with taehyung. “where are we going?”

“jungkook has been moping this entire party.” he tells you as he leads you up the stairs. “i know the two of you have been in a rocky place, but please— just talk to him, so many of your problems would be solved if the two of you just talked.” taehyung sighs.

he walks you to the door of a bedroom you know all too well. the one that your parents granted jungkook to stay in whenever he wanted. he opens the door quietly. yugyeom sits at the foot of his bed, eunwoo at his desk. then you see him. jungkook, standing on his balcony, leaning against the stone railing, the entire castle garden lit up for his viewing pleasure.

“i hate my advisors—” he takes another sip from his champagne flute, “can’t believe they thought sticking around for this party was a good idea.” he scoffs. “did they want to rub it in my face? that she doesn’t want me?”

the boys quietly leave the room without jungkook noticing, you watch as they slip out of the door. taehyung gives you a comforting smile, telling you: you can do it! before closing the door.

“now, here i am— drinking because my best friend doesn’t want to marry me— isn’t that fucking idiotic? i should have known— that girl is too good for me. plus why would my dumb ass advisors make me stay here— what did they want me to do? watch as multiple princes try their hand with her? fuck, i hate them!”

this can’t be real. you tell yourself. the boys must have planned it, to fool you.

“jungkook?“ you come from behind, startling him. he turns and meets your eyes. a closer look at him shows you things that you couldn’t see earlier. like the way that the whites of his eyes are red, the way that his lips are raw from biting them. you take another step, just a little closer to him, “if you’re gonna hate anyone, hate me.”

he purses his lips, a frown appearing on his lips before his gaze goes back to the view of the garden in front of him, unable to meet yours. “i would—” he laughs dryly. “if i could.”

“how— how are you feeling?” you question. starting a conversation as if you hadn’t broken the man's heart less than a day ago. he stands before you, vulnerable and unsure, and you have the gall to ask him how he’s doing?

“do you want me to be honest?” he asks, his gaze still focused on the fountain in the middle of the garden spouting water.

“yes, please,” you nod. stepping even closer to him and leaning onto the railing as well. you try to keep eye contact with him, but he doesn’t reciprocate, tearing his eyes away from yours every few moments to stare at the rainbow light fountain.

“i’m not doing very well,” he admits with a shake of his head. he lifts the champagne flute up slightly, showing you the empty glass. he places it onto the railing, not caring if it falls onto the pavement below. “i hate this champagne, but it’s the only thing that helps get my head off of y—” he stops himself and looks at you for a second before looking away again, waving his hand around. “this.”

“i’m sorry, jungkook.” you apologize. sincerity woven in the vowels of the sentence. “i love you and i want you to be happy—”

“then marry me.” jungkook turns to face you and gently takes hold of your hands. a last ditch effort for your heart. “we can be happy together.”

you shake your head, denying yourself of the fantasy you’ve dreamt of for half of your life. you didn’t know what was truly in jungkook’s heart, if he truly wanted you or if he just wanted to stop all the drama and appease the situation. you’ve made such a mess of your heart. but you’d never allow jungkook to go through with something he truly doesn’t want, as he would do the same.

no words come out of your mouth to explain. jungkook needs to hear you say it, that you don’t want to marry him, that you don’t like him, that you don’t feel the same as he does. he needs to hear you say it. “why are you so hesitant? why don’t you want to marry me?”

“you’ll never understand, jungkook,” you exhale. “you’re you, jeon jungkook with every award there is, every talent thinkable, every option in the world— and then there’s me, who you’re being forced to marry and i have nothing to show for, no top ten lists, no awards, nothing, it’s just me.”

“no, you’re the crown princess of raemor.”

“right,” you roll your eyes. you’re not sure if jungkook understands how much that statement doesn’t help. sure, you were the princess of a powerful kingdom, but that was it, that’s all you had to show for. of course his parents would want him to marry you, you’d give him the title of a king and the luxuries anyone could dream of. but you wanted to be loved for who you were, not what family you came from and what crown sits atop your head.

“hey—“ jungkook places his hand on your shoulder, picking up on your energy. “i didn’t mean it like that.”

you know he didn’t, but your brain twists every sentence he’s ever said to you, making you believe that none of this was real. “i know.” you sulk. you lean against the stone railing, looking out into the garden. “i’m sorry.” you shake your head.

“give me a real reason, ___.” he requests. “if you don’t like me— just say it.”

“no,” you shake your head, “you don’t love me.”

when those words come out of your mouth, in that order, jungkook doesn’t know how to react. you seem so set on that, like nothing could ever change your mind about it. jungkook thought it was obvious that he was head over heels for you. that he looked like a lost puppy following you around all the time and always wanting your affection. you must have heard him ramble about how upset he was just now. so how could he make you believe? should he tell you about the times he cried because he thought you’d never come home? or maybe about the time that he thought you hated him because you didn’t say happy birthday to him on his eighteenth birthday? or perhaps when he found out the two of you were arranged to be married and how he was happy about it?

as always, all the thoughts running through jungkook’s head can’t be translated into words. tongue-tied with his heart stuck in his throat, like how he always feels when he wants to confess to you. the only thing he can say is a meek, “i do love you.”

a silence comes between you both when jungkook says it. he doesn’t regret it. he hopes you know what he means. friendship ‘i love you’s’ aren’t the same. he means this one with something different attached to it. his heart. he bares it to you.

you can see how genuine his statement is. you don’t want to push it anymore, the tears starting to build in jungkook’s eyes show you how honest he’s being. but one question pokes at you. bugs you by repeating in your head every other second. was it all real? was our friendship real? you needed to know, and there was no point in beating around the bush anymore.

“when did you find out?” you asked, “that we were supposed to get married?”

“my parents told me the morning after my eighteenth birthday—” he answers. he was sure, no reason to lie. you think about it for a beat and wonder what jungkook has ever done to question his trust other than the arrangement. he’s never lied to you. “they told me your parents would tell you as well when you turned eighteen.”

they told him after you left. meaning that your friendship was real. despite proximity being in your favor, with this admission, you can stop worrying about if he only befriended you because of this. “so we were actually friends? you wanted to be my friend?”

“what—? of course!” he exhales, “who wouldn’t wanna be friends with you? you’re funny and great to be around,” he laughs. “i promise you, everything between us— it’s genuine.”

you smile. he does too. silence sitting between you both for just a moment. you’re reminded of a specific moment when you stare a little too long at his lips. the pink appendage reminding you of a time where you believed the two of you were going to kiss. “then what about— the uh—” you stumble over your words, unable to meet his gaze when you try to bring it up.

“the what?” he asks, looking straight at you.

“the day i came back, when you helped me put the necklace you got me on— were we— were we about to kiss?” you ask. jungkook blanked out for a bit. he thought about it too, a little too much. he thought he was getting delusional over it. but he waits a beat too long to reply, so you’re apologizing quickly. “sorry, pretend i never even mentioned—”

“no, we were, you’re right.” he confirms. “or at least— i wanted to.”

“you did?” you raise your eyebrows. “jungkook…” you let out a little laugh.

“i know,” he hides his face in his hands. “i’m sorry.”

“don’t apologize.” you reach out to pull his hands away from his face, “i wanted to kiss you too— but i just thought i was getting the wrong idea.” you explained. “but— were you acting like that because you knew we were gonna get married? you wanted to see if anything romantic could happen between us or something?”

an airy laugh escapes his lips. “___.” he holds onto your shoulders. a different energy flows between the two of you. an easy going one, just like the one the two of you usually have. finally, his heart beats out in the open for you. fear no longer pushes him back. “how can i get it through your pretty head— i’ve wanted to kiss you for the longest time.”

the confession shuts you up. warmth surrounds your face and you can feel it rise to your ears. you can’t seem to make eye contact with him, turning to the side again to look at that damn fountain.

the sound of crickets replaces your voices. a comfortable silence sits between the two of you. the energy between the two of you is better, but something still lurks. commitments, decisions, worries, all of it. jungkook looks at you before he speaks up again.

“but i have to tell you this now—” holding the stone railing, bracing himself for the words he’s about to say. “i’m supposed to fly out to fenutar tomorrow morning to entertain a marriage proposal my father made as a backup, and i— i might come back as a married man.”

your smile fades. it hurts to hear it come from him. even though you fought so hard against it. against something you want. there was nothing else to it other than your pride. your need to prove people wrong and to hold out.

his confident demeanor from minutes ago quickly deteriorates. his words are stuck in his throat again and he has to grab the railing to hide the way that his hands shake. “so i need you to know that i— that i love you,” he pushes it out, “and i want to marry you.” punctuating his sentence with another look straight to you. “so if you feel the same— if you want to try, don’t let me get on that plane.” he begs, tears beginning to brim his waterline again.

he sounds so sad, but so hopeful at the same time. there’s nothing you want more than to be with him, but you just have to make sure. assure that jungkook isn’t making a mistake. “but what about jieun? you’ve liked her for the longest time, don’t you want to marry her?”

he shakes his head. “i’ve had more than enough time to think about who i really want to marry.” he tells you. “and i— i can’t see myself with anyone else other than you— i don’t want to.”

you’re quiet, unable to answer him right now. jungkook understands, he’s always so patient even when the rest of your lives are on the line. so he gives you a small smile. “i know it’s a lot, and i understand that you need time—” he comforts you. “please, know that i’m here if you want to talk, and that i love you for you, for that girl that i grew up with— the girl standing in front of me now.” he holds you in his hands so gently, his grip never too tight.

“please, give us a try.”

[taesspark]

A Normal Friday Afternoon

drabble #1 from the Spellbound series

pairing: Jungkook x reader

genre: enemies to lovers (but mostly enemies so far oops), hogwarts au

word count: 2.2k 

warnings: violence (oc punches jungkook in the face), swearing

It’s a normal Friday afternoon at Hogwarts, meaning everyone is going insane. You wonder why Professor Snape even bothers teaching Potions right now since it doesn’t look like anyone is paying the slightest bit of attention. He even chose a hard potion for the class to make, individually this time. As if making it an individual assignment could stop a group of annoying 17-year-olds from wreaking havoc. 

You flicker your eyes in annoyance at Jeon Jungkook and his rowdy group of friends. They had created a game where they launch the ingredients into each others’ cauldrons, giving each other points based on how close it got. Usually you try to get along with your classmates, especially fellow Gryffindors, but Jungkook has always been the sole exception. There’s something about him that grates all of your nerves like a carrot. Maybe it’s the way he’s good at all the same things you are, but he makes it seem more effortless. Maybe it’s the way everyone thinks he’s so innocent and kind, when he’s been metaphorically (and literally) pulling on your hair since first year. 

It started with the little things. You were friendly to him, like you are to everyone, and as an 11-year-old, you had nothing to complain about. Something changed one day when you were walking past him in the hallway to class and he hit you with a hex that he hadn’t mastered yet. You remember falling to the ground in pain, watching your stinging flesh go boneless. And Jungkook? He was laughing.

You’re no less of a witch or a Gryffindor though. With your limp arm, you cast the strongest dancing hex you could muster. It worked, of course, and Jungkook was known as “Happy Feet” for at least another year for the way he danced around Hogwarts that day. 

It’s a memory you keep close, as a reminder to never trust the sweet smile and starry eyes of Jeon Jungkook. 

If you looked at all of the detentions you’ve served in your 6 years of being a Hogwarts student (and there are plenty), you’re sure 99% would have been from fighting with Jungkook, whether it’s yelling at him, cursing him, or swatting him with your broomstick in midair during Quidditch practice. Because of course he would join the Quidditch team at the same time you did. 

You’re not in the mood for fighting today, though. You’re exhausted from a frankly awful week, and you just want to finish your stupid potion, get your stupid grade, and go to your stupid dorm so you can sleep. 

Your only good friend in this potions class is a Ravenclaw girl named Nina. For a Ravenclaw, she’s chatty, and she flits around you while you grind up asphodel root for your potion. With a quick slide of your knife, you dump the crushed root into your potion. It bubbled. Beside you, Nina bubbled even more, her personality like soda that had been shaken too hard. 

“-and then Emilia told me that she asked Irene if she would go with her to Hogsmeade next weekend, but Irene said she’s already going with Jieun, but Sam told me that Jieun is going alone, so what’s even the truth? You’d think that she’d at least-” 

“Maybe you should mind your business.” You give her a sour look, and you hope it isn’t too harsh. “Just a thought.” 

Nina’s mouth curls into a rueful smile. “You’re spending too much time with Yoongi lately.” 

You crack a smile at the thought of your best friend and his (only partly true) reputation. No one dares cross Min Yoongi, a 7th year Slytherin with a killer poker face. As one of his best friends, you can see right through it. 

“There’s no such thing as too much time with Yoongi,” you grumble. 

Nina leaves you alone after that, thank god. You usually have a higher tolerance for her chattiness and gossip, but today your patience is running thin. Luckily, she knows you well enough to not seem upset at your attitude. 

You sprinkle a serum into the potion before stirring it clockwise ten times. It’s the last step of the potion, and yours is already turning the perfect shade of mint green. You count to yourself as you stir: One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight-

You don’t make it to ten. You were so goddamn close. 

“Oh, shit-”

You don’t register who curses. All you can see is a bottle of serum—someone else’s bottle of serum— being launched straight into your cauldron, and your entire potion splattering onto your front. Your robes sizzle where the potion hit them. 

“Oops.” 

You recognize that voice. How could you not? You almost want to laugh. 

Fucking Jeon Jungkook. 

The leech lumbers up to you sheepishly, scratching at the back of his head. “My bad. We were playing a game, and I missed pretty bad.” 

He chuckles a little, surveying the green ooze all over you. “Green is your color, Y/N. Maybe they should’ve put you in Slytherin.” 

You’re seething. 

A temper is not one of the traits associated with Gryffindor, but at that moment, you think maybe it should be. Lions do roar, after all. 

And roar is exactly what you do. Roar and knock Jungkook the fuck out. 

The room is in chaos: Professor Snape is yelling, Nina is telling you to calm down, Jungkook is on the ground in front of you, more shocked than hurt, and half the class is chanting “Fight!” because the adolescent urge to create violence never truly dies. 

“Take this outside!” Snape shouts at the two of you, grabbing you both by the collar of your robes. “Fight in the hallways, I don’t care, but this is not going to happen in my classroom. When you’re done, head to McGonagall’s office. I’m sure she’d like to have a word with you two delinquents.” 

Jungkook stares at you, rubbing at the bruise blooming on his cheek. 

The door swings closed, slamming in your face. With a huff, you turn around and vanish the potion residue still left on your clothes with a quick spell. You barely spare a glance for Jungkook. He stands several feet away, opening and closing his mouth like a fish. 

“Do you have something to say?” You snap. 

He opens his mouth. Then closes it. 

You roll your eyes. “Listen, Jeon. I know you did that on purpose. Very funny prank, absolutely hilarious. Truly, I’m rolling on the floor laughing right now.” 

Jungkook’s eyes drop to the floor as if he expected to see you there, laughing. 

“Let’s just go to McGonagall’s already,” you say, posture slumping at the thought of being yelled at by the intimidating professor.  

“I didn’t do it on purpose,” he says. Jungkook rolls his shoulders, and you see him gain some of his usual bravado. “We were playing a game, I already explained this to you.” 

You bark out a laugh, just one. “I’m not stupid.” 

He cocks a brow. “Are you sure? I bet my potion was better than yours even though I was dicking around for the entire class.” 

“Fuck off.” 

“Hit a nerve?” 

“No.” 

It’s like this, for the long, long, long trek from the dungeons to Gryffindor tower where McGonagall’s office is. 

“You know, you don’t have to be such an asshole all the time,” you say, turning the corner. Jungkook jogs after you to keep up. 

“I don’t? No way, all this time I thought it was mandatory.” 

He sounds more upset than snarky, and in your present state of blind rage, you don’t have a single clue why he would be upset. He’s the one who ruined your potion and got you sent to McGonagall’s office. He’s the one who has been a splinter the size of Greenland in your thumb for five years and counting. 

“Besides,” he adds, as if you wanted to have a conversation with him, “you’re the one who fucking punched me in the face. It’s kinda hypocritical to call me an asshole in this situation.” 

“That’s a really big word, Jungkook. Did you finally learn how to read?” 

Jungkook’s face crumples into a frown. “Shut up.” 

“Hit a nerve?” You mock. 

You think getting to McGonagall’s office is a relief until you’re finally there. McGonagall is all but screeching at the two of you. You’ve heard the same lecture several hundred times, but never in such a high pitch. You offer to make her some herbal tea for her throat, and she only gives you the evil eye. Jungkook snorts beside you. You ignore him, nudging him in the ribs with your elbow. 

“Never in my days…”

“...Such stupidity from my own students!”

You fade in and out of consciousness during the lecture, and one look at Jungkook tells you he’s doing the same. 

“Detention for both of you. I will see the two of you here at 9 pm sharp every day for the rest of the week,” McGonagall finally says. 

Jungkook groans. 

“I’m being generous,” McGonagall says. “If I see the two of you acting like violent animals again, I can and will suspend you both from the Gryffindor Quidditch team.” 

You and Jungkook both make sounds of protest, only to be drowned out by McGonagall. 

“I hate to see my own team lose, but it has been five years of your childish fights. You two will learn to be civil to each other, and I will make sure of it.” 

The tone of her voice makes you uneasy. Jungkook beats you to the question that’s on both of your minds. “What are you going to do to us?” 

The fear in his voice would make you smile if you weren’t practically shaking in your boots yourself. 

“As you know, in Transfiguration, I am going to be having everyone work in teams this year. I was going to let you choose your partners, but you two have not earned that privilege.” 

You turn to face Jungkook. He’s staring back at you in wide-eyed horror. 

“You both are now partners in Transfiguration. Sit by each other and complete the projects together. I will not tolerate any misbehaving in my class, and if you don’t work as a team, you will be risking your own grades.” McGonagall stares at the two of you with the smallest of smiles, disgustingly smug. She’s enjoying this, and you hate her for it. 

“But-”

“Professor!” 

“I won’t hear it!” She shouts. Jungkook recoils. “This is final. If you have a problem, you should’ve thought about that before brawling like wrestlers in Potions.” 

You hang your head, staring at how the end of your robes skims your shoes. You don’t like to be dramatic, but this sure feels like the end of the world. The rest of your year is probably ruined, thanks to McGonagall essentially sentencing you to Jungkook duty. Not to mention Transfiguration is your hardest class, even without having to compete with Jungkook. You don’t doubt that this would make everything so much harder. 

“That’s all I have to say to you. Please leave,” McGonagall says, pressing a thumb and index finger into her forehead. 

The two of you file out of her office, stumbling down the empty hallway. You walk in silence, thankful that classes aren’t out yet. You stop a few corridors down, and Jungkook stops next to you.

You look at him, really look at him. Other than the bruise on his face a la you, he has a sweet face and kind eyes. You remind yourself that it’s fake. 

You take a step closer to him, and he tilts his head at you, nonplussed. 

“Y/N?” 

You brush a hand on his cheekbone, where you hit him. 

“Does it hurt?” You ask. 

The hallway is empty, but Jungkook still looks both ways before responding to you, as if you were a car hurtling towards him on the street. He gulps at your proximity to him, how he can feel your breath mingling with his own and your fingertips’ gentle pressure on his face. 

“A little,” he says, quieter than you. “You really know how to use your fists, huh?” 

He laughs. To your ears, it sounds forced. You smile. Checkmate. 

Without warning, you grab his tie and jerk his face down to yours, leaving just a breath of space between your noses. You lean even closer to Jungkook, and a smile ghosts your lips when you feel him moving closer to you at the same time. You wait for one more moment, letting your warm breath hit his skin. The moment he closes his eyes, you whisper, “Good.” 

His eyes flutter back open, confused, and you take your foot and slam it down on his. He all but howls in pain, nearly knocking his head into yours as he hops away. 

"What was that for?"

"If you still don't know, then maybe I need to step on you again." You narrow your eyes at him, still close enough to register the clean linen smell of his clothes. “Do not cross me again. I need a good grade in Transfiguration this year, and I won’t let you ruin that for me.” 

"McGonagall is right there. I could go tell her," he threatens. His eyes are wide, and you pick up on the slightest fear under his façade of arrogance. 

"Okay, do it. See if I care, asshole." 

You spin on your heel and storm down the corridor, leaving a stunned Jungkook in your wake. 

[btsgotjams27]

fool for you ~ jjk | m.list

summary: When Jungkook is finally single, you shoot your shot.

✨ title: fool for you - mini-series | ✨ pairing: jungkook x f!reader ✨ total word count: 24.9k | ✨ rating: r ✨ genre/au: fluff, angst, romance | college, fake dating, strangers to friends to lovers ✨ warnings: alcohol consumption, language, soft boyfriend vibes jungkook (yes, it’s a warning), hand holding, kissing, peer pressure, reader gets drunk (pls drink responsibly), mentions of (cheating, sex, fingering, throwing up), smol kisses, jungkook is v suggestive, banter, light touching, sexual innuendos, long hair yoongi shows up for a like a split second, jungkook is a sweetheart, mild jealously, flirting, jungkook + reader are insecure, miscommunication, jk is a sweet dummy, but we love him anyway, jieun is just as insecure as reader and jungkook (yes, i'm trying to make y'all feel bad for her), confessions, taehyung's a good friend, time skip, jin's shoulders (you'll understand when you see the photo), yoongi shows up again, making out, marking, a smol not so smol erection 🙈, groping, touching ✨ playlist | ✨ have questions or want drabbles? drop them here.

✨ part one | wc: 1.8k

when jungkook is finally single, you shoot your shot.

✨ part two | wc: 4.0k

jungkook won't give up until you say yes.

✨ part three | wc: 5.7k

jungkook wants to go to another party, but you have other things in mind.

✨ part four | wc: 5.5k

the end of the year carnival causes some jealousy and insecurity.

✨ part five - final | wc: 7.7k

you have to decide if jeon jungkook is perfectly wrong for you.

✨ drabble; the first date | wc: 974

Jungkook takes you on a first official date as boyfriend and girlfriend.

[ahundredtimesover]

Friday Nights and Take-Out (1)

Would I be someone you’d hypothetically hook up with?

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre/Tags: strangers to friends to lovers, popstar/idol!jk, fluff, angst, future smut; this is a dialogue-heavy series so read if you’re into that! Also Jk is a sweet friend

Warnings: foul language, these characters talk alot bc I talk alot, heavy drinking, eventual smut

Word count: 4,300

Series summary: You meet pop star/idol Jeon Jungkook at the cafe, you get close, and as Hyejin says, you’re like friends with benefits without the sex. But you’re bad at feelings and so is he.

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A/N: My recent dive into fanfics compelled me to unearth this thing I wrote 5 years ago for a certain curly-haired brit (luvu harry) but I never finished it so it never saw the light of day but now it will bc i love jungkook so much and idk what this is but let’s see!

#

There’s a light and unsure knock at the door. As you open it to see who’s visiting you this Friday night, you immediately wish you stayed at least a half hour later at your family-run café so you didn't have to be having this conversation right now. 

But you are having it right now. At your apartment. With your ex-boyfriend who finally decided to give you an explanation as to why he broke up with you five months ago. 

The next thing you know, he’s saying he’s decided to move back to Australia after graduation, he’s saying sorry for the nth time, you’re watching him walk out the door, you’re heading to your room for your blanket, you’re going back to your couch, and then you’re crying as it dawns on you exactly what just happened. 

The break up had caught you off-guard because things were going so well. Your dejected and grieving self wasn’t enough to scare him away and his shy, non-expressive self didn’t sow any doubts on your relationship. You two barely fought, too, too alike in disposition for any disagreements or grudges to fester and hurt you. Things just worked. 

But like many good things, this one ended too. It’s like he just woke up one day and decided it wasn’t going to work out anymore, for what reason, you never knew until now. It hurt you, of course - it was still a memorable 2-year run - but true to form, you were able to dust yourself off quickly and get back on your feet shortly after. 

You tried to reach out though; you were good friends before anything anyway, but he avoided you like the plague and you thought you’d not only lost a boyfriend but a friend too. Tonight felt like the closure you didn’t know you needed. He’s gone, for good. And then after graduation, he will be gone for good, for good. 

You stay lying on your couch until you get a text from Jungkook, your new famous friend and current favorite person.

JK: Ran into Jieun at work, says drinks on her at The Third tonight. You up for it?

Nope, you say to yourself. 

You: I don't wanna go out tonight. 

You immediately reply. On a normal night you’d think about it, or even pretend you’re considering it, but not tonight.

It isn’t one of those nights when you’re sad and you want to be around people and get wasted so you can convince yourself you will be okay. It’s one of those nights when you’re sad and you know you will be okay the next day but right now you’re not and you’ll deal with it until the morning comes. You’ll just have to wait because it is only 7:30 in the evening. 

You try to think of a series you’ll binge-watch, but then your phone rings and it’s Jungkook’s meme face, the one he took last week and saved as his contact photo, lighting up the screen.

“Hey, you alright?” He asks, as you groggily pick up and say “hi.” You think he probably thought something was up when you didn't have a follow up message after you turned him down for something.

“Yup,” you manage to respond after an ugly sniffle. “Except I’ve been ugly crying for the past 10 minutes,” you continue.

“What happened?” 

He seems to have stepped out of wherever he was because you hear the mumbles in the background soften quite a bit and you figure you probably disturbed his dinner.

“Jinyoung came over and said the shit I needed to hear five months ago,” you start. “He copped out cause he got scared, Jungkook. Not of getting hurt, okay, which I always said was a bullshit reason for anything but he got scared of me and my dreams. I mean, come on, how much of a fucking coward can you get?” you blurt, sniffles in between phrases, fingers pressing the bridge of your nose to try and keep yourself from crying even more. 

“But I don't know, I’m pissed but he looked so sad and sorry and now he’s moving back to Australia and I just…” you try to continue, frustration rising up again. You’re a mess of emotions right now, that’s for sure.

“Ah, boys,” Jungkook breathes out, knowing this conversation is too important for it to be had just over the phone. “I could come over with food if you like. I know you probably don't need me but you need the food so…” he trails. 

You smile to yourself. “As long as I’m not disturbing your Friday night plans.” 

“You aren’t. I’ve had enough of the hyungs, if I’m being completely honest,” he replies, voice a little louder.

You hear a mix of scolding and laughter in the background, knowing for sure that the rest of the guys are giving Jungkook shit for bailing out on them for you. Again.

“Sounds good,” you say. “Thanks.”

#

You hear a knock on the door under the fleece blanket you have over your fetus-laid body on the couch. 

“It’s open!” You shout, as you tuck the soft white material under your chin and move to your side for a more comfortable position. You look at the built, chocolate-eyed, knife-for-a-jawline pop star walk into your place with what looks like take-out Japanese food. 

“What happened to locking doors?” He asks with a concerned and almost terrified tone, brows scrunching under his stray locks, the rest of his hair hiding underneath his black bucket hat. 

“I didn't wanna escort Jinyoung to the door because it felt poetic to watch him leave from a distance…” You dramatically say.

“And you were too lazy to walk 10 steps to lock the door, but were energized enough to find your blanket from your mess of a closet in the far corner of your room?” He continues, blinking continuously at you.

“Exactly,” you say, as you point to him as if giving him props for reading your mind. 

He rolls his eyes but grins as he does, revealing his dimple that you believe is the first line of offense of his charm. You may not be one of those people who get hysterical when they see him — although you did end up embarrassing yourself when you bumped into him at the café a few months ago when you’d met — but you know charisma when you see it, and you can’t deny that it basically oozes out of him even when he’s not trying. 

He sits on the couch, in the area where your feet lie, and he starts unwrapping the food and lays them out on your coffee table. You sit up ready to pounce on the sushi rolls in front of you when he stands up and gets two glasses of water. “Anything else you need from the kitchen?” He asks.

You respond with a no and watch him open the cupboards, and you can’t help but be touched at the effort. Here is a guy whom you’ve only known for a few short months, blowing off his Friday night plans to be with you because your ex-boyfriend decided to show up… and because you needed food and Jungkook knew you wouldn't make your own when you’re upset. You’ll probably just end up with a bowl of ice cream topped with cookie dough and chocolate chips or something.

“Thanks for being here even if I don't really need you to be,” you say after chowing down a salmon roll, legs crossed underneath you as you both sit on the floor and eat from the coffee table.

“You’re overstating that, Y/N,” he laughs, looking at you, as you’re about to have a mouthful of the tuna roll this time. “I’m 200% sure that you would’ve stayed underneath the covers and probably just ate ice cream or gummy worms until morning if I hadn’t come.”

“Fine,” you start, putting the food down, straightening yourself. “Thank you for my happy food and for being here on a Friday night, watching me carbo load on rolls and tempura rice in my jammies under my blanket. It really means a lot.” You flash him a smile. 

He laughs at this. “May I remind you that this is nothing compared to last week? Keeping me hostage here wasn’t the most fun. Except for your comfortable couch that I had the pleasure of sleeping in,” he grins, tapping the empty space on the sofa next to him.

Right, last week. How could you forget? 

Your days-late New Year celebration ended with you being a goner at the bar, Jungkook being the only one available and strong enough to take you home, what with your friends' adventures and misadventures that night. 

By the time you were home, you were completely passed out. Long story short, he had stayed - which you didn’t know he did - you walked out of your room half naked, heard a sound and someone approaching, screamed and grabbed a knife, ready to attack your supposed intruder, who only turned out to be him.  

So yes, skipping out on drinks tonight didn't come close to him having to take care of you the week before and almost being stabbed by someone he was only trying to help. 

“Please don't remind me,” you say, feeling your cheeks turn red. 

“It’s a funny story to tell,” he chuckles and proceeds to get a mouthful of his own tempura rice bowl.  You look at him surprised - didn’t he just have dinner at the dorm? You shrug it off, almost forgetting this is Jungkook you’re talking about and his bottomless pit of a stomach. 

“I could’ve killed you!” 

He laughs. “But you didn’t.”

“And I didn't have an ex-boyfriend knocking on my door to apologize for being a dick,” you say, sounding serious all of a sudden. 

You know that even if you don’t really intend on having Jungkook here, it still means a great deal to you that you have someone you can talk to. You didn’t want to disturb your friends who were busy with their own work and social lives and having him here is really more than you could ask for, especially considering what he does for a living.

“What did he say?” He asks, eyes soft. You’d only mentioned the breakup in passing a few times before because really, what more can you say? Sometimes relationships just run their course; it happens. At least that’s what you thought it all was.

You sigh, readying yourself. “He said that he just started to think about that talk we had about the things we wanted, and he pointed out the fact that I wanted to do so many things and it just scared him—my goals and the fact that I could reach them scared him,” you share, dragging the words and almost shouting at the stupidity of it. 

“I know I always say we shouldn't invalidate anyone’s fears but that’s being selfish and just ridiculous.” You put the chopsticks down, as if to prepare yourself for the flurry of emotions you were about to release. 

“This guy stood by my side when I got injured and when Grandma died and I was a literal mess. But I got myself together and I got better for myself and for him and then suddenly me wanting more out of life, more for myself, suddenly scared him?” You pause for a bit, catching your breath. 

“It’s like, when he realized what I - what we - could become once real life happens, he bolted out the door, out of this country, back to everything he knew before me, before us.” 

You’re emotional again, air catching in your throat as you feel the tears pool around your eyes once more. By this time, Jungkook had paused eating his meal to focus all his attention on you. 

You continue on about that 15-minute conversation you had - if you could even call it that, given that it was all Jinyoung talking, with you staring at the man you once considered you could have a future with. 

Once you’d calmed down, you and Jungkook exchange thoughts about relationships, back and forth with nuggets of wisdom that you don’t really expect from someone you thought didn't have the time of day to maintain a relationship. 

He’d be constantly linked with models and fellow pop stars, which he’d noted weren’t anything serious or factual for that matter, at least those that weren’t part of some PR stunt, yet here he is right now, agreeing with what you’re saying and adding a different perspective to things. 

He is a hopeless romantic after all, that much he’d admitted during one wine-filled night after crying over Titanic while you were both on the phone (“they literally knew each other for just 3 days, Jungkook, they couldn’t possibly be in love,” you’d shouted. “Ah, 1900s romance,” was all he said. “So beautiful, isn’t it?” Another gulp of wine and then he’d fallen asleep.) 

You two find yourselves grabbing the pitcher of Sangria from your fridge and settle on other topics, like what could be acceptable reasons for breaking up with someone, to the ideas of fate and destiny - which you constantly bicker about because you don’t believe in it while he does, oh so passionately - to the afterlife.

“Relationships are so draining,” you say, tipping your head back on the couch, a groan escaping you. “Even after it’s over, it still takes so much out of you.” 

“I can only imagine,” he laughs bitterly. 

“Words of advice from Friday Night Me - don’t get into one. It’s tiring to pick up the pieces once it’s over.”

“Friday Night You?”

“Yeah, the one who’s upset. Monday Night Me will probably say something different.”

This amuses him, but he nods in agreement nonetheless. “Relationships tend to get messy and I’ve already got enough crazy to deal with,” he continues. “That much I’ve seen watching the hyungs get into these things from the sidelines. I’m sure it’s great and all and I can’t wait to be in one too, don’t get me wrong.” You raise your eyebrow at him.

“I mean hello, Jack and Rose?” You roll your eyes. “Allie and Noah?” 

You laugh. Seriously, this guy needs to watch more romantic films. 

“But I don’t know, too much going on with me right now, I guess,” he continues, shoulders slumped, eyes suddenly finding your fur rug interesting.

You dwell on this thought a little longer than you had wanted. 

You get what he’s saying, though. It’s draining enough for a commoner like you, what more for a worldwide superstar like him? You try to decipher if it’s sadness in his voice, maybe frustration? Resignation? Acceptance?

“But I’m sorry you had to go through that, Y/N.” He says, subject of the conversation now back to you, causing you to break out of your reverie. “I wish I knew what to say to make you feel better,” he says, hand scratching the back of his neck.

“Hey, no need to be sorry! I’ll be fully functional again by tomorrow. I just didn’t realize there was more to the breakup so I was just thrown off a little bit.” You flash him a smile. “But I’m good, really. And the food was enough,” you add. “And your presence, of course.” A smile again. You realize you seem to do that a lot when he’s around.

But you do feel better. You hadn’t thought much about Jinyoung since the breakup until tonight, seeing all the other things going on in your life. But seeing and listening to him made you feel all sorts of emotions that you really just wanted to let out. 

You’d kept a lot of these thoughts to yourself the last few months because you didn’t feel like there was more to say after that first goodbye, and it was nice to have Jungkook there to just listen, which is what you said you wanted him to do (“what kind of friend do you want me to be tonight?” He’d asked. “The listening one,” you’d replied.) But you’ve said what you needed to say, felt all that you needed to feel, and now you’re shutting close, under lock and key this time, that chapter of your life once and for all. 

After a fairly long silence, when he was sure you’d already expressed all your frustrations, he let out a breath. 

“Well, this was a much better option than drinking your sadness away at some club, yeah?” he asks, moving his body to his left side with his back on the armrest so he’s now facing you who’s also back on the couch now, sushi rolls and tempura rice all gone, sangria but a sip left. 

“Well, that wasn't an option in the first place, Jeon,” you call out. “I’m not really one who would take advantage of my misery and use it to justify a night of drinking and awkward hook-ups,” you anticipate, recalling the countless times your friends had encouraged you to go out and find someone good enough for a one night stand these past months.

“Ah, so you’re not a fan of hook-ups, no?” He smirks, looking intently at you, clearly curious about your thoughts on the idea. It’s amusing how quickly you could change topics but it was a good try to move on from the somber conversation you just had.

“I don't really wanna have sex with someone I’ll only be sharing fluids with,” you say, blankly. This intrigues him because now, he’s moving closer to you like a kid waiting for his next adventure story. 

You laugh at his movement. He tips his head, signaling you to continue.

“It’s just not my thing, that’s all,” you start, trying to find a way to explain yourself. 

“I want someone to talk and laugh with when it gets sloppy,” you say, “and someone to make me breakfast when I oversleep. A guy for pure pleasure probably wouldn’t be that person for me. He’d probably just focus on getting both of us off and then up and leave,” you shrug.

This amuses him, even if he chuckles and says “I knew it probably had something to do with food,” and being the Jungkook you’ve come to know these past months, he asks you something that catches you off-guard but at the same time doesn't really surprise you.

“Would I be someone you’d hypothetically hook up with?” He smirks again, excited for your answer.

“No, you’re too good-looking for that,” you say almost instantly and you curse yourself in your head.

“So you mean hypothetically if you were to hook up with someone, he’d have to be unattractive?” He asks, seemingly confused.

“Uh, if it would just be for pure pleasure, yeah… I mean I wouldn’t mind but of course he’d have to be like, hot or something,” like that was common sense. “I’d probably be too drunk to focus on his face and it’d probably be too dark for it to matter anyway,” you shrug. You’re hoping this makes sense to him because your friends never did quite get it. 

You just really don’t do hook ups, especially drunk ones, not that you put sex on a pedestal, but you just have a thing for the before and after of it - the gentle fore play, the removing (and not ripping) of clothes, the cuddle and the aftercare that stretches to breakfast or lunch, and the lazy morning sex. Call you hopeless romantic or something, at least this is your version of it, but those were the things you like about sex, the full package. 

“Hmm, I feel honored to be too attractive to hypothetically hook up with Y/N Y/L/N,” he says, feeling proud of himself, smiling like a kid who just got a blue ribbon for something superficial. God, the duality and contradictions of this guy, you think.

“Let’s just say… you have a face and a touch I’d hypothetically want to get used to, so I wouldn't settle for just one night with you, and then it wouldn't be a hook-up!” You say trying to sound nonchalant, thinking about the tinylittle crush your friends claim you’ve developed on the guy in front you but really, anyone with a pair of eyes would agree that the man is beautiful (you’d always deflected though - “have you seen King Namjoon? Now that is the man, you’d say). 

You settle for honesty though, and it’s true. You just don’t delve on the full package thing, because you know Jungkook is exactly the kind of guy to do all that, but you stop your mind from going there, much so with him sitting in front of you. 

“Ah,” he says, pleased with himself. “So you could get used to this, huh?” He teases, lunging on you, his knees just barely resting on your thighs. He’s planting his hands on your face and squishing every surface he possibly could, laughing as he’s doing so while you shout out every cuss word you know and trying your best to hit him with your hands even if he’s just going to block your hits anyway. 

You kick him on the thigh when he finishes his rampage but it is you who squeals of pain because you used your right foot, the one you re-injured after playing a tune-up game of volleyball the other day. 

Naturally he grabs your foot and starts massaging it, as if he’d always been doing that since you’ve met, which he hasn't. And you haven’t even known each other that long. 

“You’re annoying,” is the only thing you could mutter after finally catching your breath. You can’t lie though, his massage is pretty good. You lay your head on your stretched out right leg and can’t help but close your eyes. 

He sees the satisfaction on your face and not long after, he quips, “I bet this is also something you could get used to after a good night of fucking, yeah?” he starts laughing. 

Since last week’s incident, you’d noticed Jungkook being more comfortable and definitely a little cheekier, flirty, even. Perhaps seeing you in your underwear could do that to a person, you think. 

You feel your cheeks heat up, and all you could do is hit his arm continuously so that he had started to flex after a few slaps. You literally were just talking about hook ups, why did you feel so scandalized? (You’re in denial; you know exactly why.) 

“Good? That confident with your abilities, I see.” You tease, as both of you have now settled down and kept your body parts to yourselves. 

A grin starts creeping from the side of his lips and you immediately regret making such a comment. “Nevermind!” You shout, holding out your hand to cover his mouth before he could say anything again. 

“I’m teasing. I wouldn't know, actually. It’s not like I do it often to know, anyway.”

At this you’re pleasantly surprised, not that you expect him to be the kind of pop star who casually and constantly hooks up with women just because he can, but still you know the parties he attends and all the beautiful women in his circle who no doubt wouldn’t mind making a move, or probably already do on a regular basis. 

Maybe you’re just startled that he would be open about this particular facet of his life to someone he hasn't known long. But then again, you two have been open to each other about many things since you’ve met, but that’s still something you’re only starting to get used to. 

“It doesn't matter,” you say, flashing him the same sincere and thoughtful smile that you put on when he started fixing up your dinner for you earlier. He returns your smile, eyes soft, as if grateful for you not asking any more.

“Well, I mean you’re good at a lot of things anyway so if you suck at that, you could always just sing or dance or impersonate someone and that would overshadow whatever it is you suck at,” you say, winking at him. 

He hits you with a pillow. 

“I’m not sure if that’s supposed to make me feel better,” he says, “but thank you for complimenting my impersonating skills because I think that’s being undermined by the media.” 

You both laugh at the humor.

#

“Tonight made me feel better, though. Thanks for being here,” you say as you finish your glass of wine. 

It’s been hours since he arrived, sleepiness no doubt creeping on the both of you, especially on him who’d spent his day practicing and filming. It’s moments like this that make you happy you met him, that you didn’t freak out or think much when he asked for your number those months ago. 

It’s also moments like this that you remind yourself of what you’d lose if you nurture that tinylittle seed of affection that’s growing in your heart, one unwittingly planted there a week ago. 

He looks at you softly again, as if there’s more he wants to say but instead he replaces his bunny smile with a gentle one, wrinkles forming at the outer corner of his eyes, cheeks just slightly pushing up to reveal the bags underneath those orbs of his. They glisten under the lighting in your living room.

He lets the silence linger a little longer. 

“Anything for you, Y/N.” 

You let yourself bask in this thought, in his presence, just for tonight. Saturday You will get over this. 

As you lay on your bed that night, you decide it isn’t just your past with your ex that you’ll bury under lock and key. It’s also this.

##

>> part 1 drabble

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Tangled Mess: To-Go Food

Summary: Yoongi gets a concerned text from Taehyung and goes over to comfort Jungkook

Paring: Hoseok x GN Reader, Yoongi x Jungkook

Genre: Soulmate AU, Grad School AU, Young Professional AU, Angst, Fluff

Warnings: A Breakup

Word Count: 548 words

A/N: Including this part, only 3 parts left! I so enjoyed writing this!590

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Grabbing the packet of to-go food, Yoongi started making his way to Jungkook’s apartment. He’d not texted saying he was available to spend time together, but Taehyung did text saying that Jungkook was upset and wouldn’t say why. Tonight might’ve been Yoongi’s usual writing night, but Jungkook was more important. Jungkook meant the world to Yoongi. His heart ached to know that Jungkook was hurting and he had to do something to be there for Jungkook. 

As Yoongi unlocked the apartment door, he saw Taehyung and Jieun watching a show in the living space. Taehyung said that Jungkook refused to tell them anything and asked to be alone and so now the two were stuck trying to pretend everything was normal as Jungkook hid in his room. Their worried faces broke Yoongi’s heart even more and what utterly shattered it was a quiet sob that Yoongi heard just barely over the show. 

Yoongi didn’t open or knock on Jungkook’s door though. He hesitated. Jungkook asked to be alone and Yoongi would be making so many assumptions if he just asked to enter and be there for Jungkook. In their many years together, Yoongi hasn’t had the chance to offer this sort of support to Jungkook before. Sure they’ve been sad and stressed together and occasionally talked about what was bothering them with the distance that talking in public spaces a few days out adds… they’ve never supported each other in the height of their emotions though. Jungkook asked to be alone. 

With a sigh, Yoongi set the bag of lamb skewers, kimchi jeon, and fried chicken by Jungkook’s closed door and pulled out his phone. Sitting on the floor by the door, he sent a text. He tried to keep it short because reading texts while crying is really hard but Yoongi struggled. How can he possibly list out all the many options that Jungkook has without it being a long and rambling text?!?

[Jungkook]: Can you get me tissues as well?

Yoongi scrambled up, rushing to the bathroom and grabbing the box of tissues. By the time he got back, the food was gone and the door just slightly open.

“Jungkook-ah? Can I come in?” 

There was a small hum and Yoongi entered, closing the door behind him. They settled on Jungkook’s bed and Jungkook held out a lamb skewer for Yoongi to eat, his eyes red and face blotchy. Yoongi didn’t comment on it, taking the lamb skewer, tapping the other one Jungkook held to do an obligatory cheers and dug in. 

They ate in silence, small sniffles coming from Jungkook between each bite of food. Yoongi was impressed that Jungkook didn’t claim it was from spices but he wouldn’t share that. Jungkook was in control of the situation he’d decide when to talk. 

After the food was gone, Jungkook pointed at Yoongi’s lap with the biggest puppy dog eyes Yoongi had ever seen. Yoongi nodded, not quite sure what Jungkook was planning on doing aside from it involving physical contact. He wasn’t really in the mood for it, but his want to comfort Jungkook was more important than his slightly discomfort at being touched right now. 

Jungkook sighed and laid his head on Yoongi’s lap, his hands wrapping tightly around Yoongi’s waist. Yoongi started massaging his scalp, trying to make sure Jungkook was able to relax in his hold. The two stayed there for an hour or so, Yoongi’s legs becoming numb and achy. Sleep eventually took Jungkook and after Yoongi readjusted slightly, sleep took him too.