gitanamorena

[blossomk00]

Taekook Ao3 rec:

✨ to the breeze by inevitaeble

A very cute and endearing story about mob boss Jungkook and paramedic Taehyung.

Status: complete

Word count: 6956 (1 chapter)

Ao3 link is HERE

[bunnyhugs77]

Angel Eyes

𓆩♡𓆪Pairing: Patient! Jungkook x Reader

𓆩♡𓆪WC: 8.2k

𓆩♡𓆪The Honeymoon (Epilogue)

𓆩♡𓆪Content Warning: hospital romance, mentions of birth, blizzard, car accidents, smthn abt soulamtes, ft Jin, medical emergencies, making out, jk is a free spirit, tattoos, rehabilitation, they're so cute, cafeteria dates, meet cute, weddings, sexual themes, comas, newborn baby, angsttt :(

The double doors to the emergency room burst open with a team of paramedics meeting a team of nurses over the limp body that was being rushed in on a gurney.

"26-year-old male. One of many from the four-car pile-up on Highway 400. Blunt head trauma —shattered ribs, compound fractures in both legs. He's unconscious, showing premature signs of decline. We need to get him stabilized immediately."

"Prepare the operation room." One of the nurses orders and the chaos moves around the corner with the gurney.

A team of trauma surgeons and nurses worked frantically to stabilize him. He was quickly assessed for injuries, and diagnostic tests revealed the extent of the damage he had sustained

The man suffered from internal injuries, including a punctured lung and severe abdominal trauma. There was a point when doctors were sure he wouldn't make it but they were wrong.

After undergoing several surgeries in the first few days following the accident, including procedures to repair his fractured bones, remove damaged tissue, and stabilize his internal injuries he was beginning to show small signs of improvement.

However, it was only the beginning of a very long and hard journey for him.

𓆩♡𓆪 2 months later

"Where is she?" You stand up at the sight of your brother-in-law, Jin rushing into the waiting room of the labour and delivery wing. Face flushed and hair a bit frazzled. He'd obviously run here from the parking lot.

"Down the hall to your left. They're just running some tests and checking the baby." He pauses in his steps, letting it all sink in. Placing a hand on his chest as he tried to stabilize his breathing.

Taking the chance to place a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Everything is going to be okay, breathe." You encourage, taking tips from the Lamaze classes your sister had made the three of you take in preparation for this baby.

He smiles before making his way to his wife and out of sight.

Meanwhile, you stayed put in the waiting room as your sister made it very clear she did not want you in the room any time her vagina was out and you weren't going to argue.

Seeing that the doctors needed to check up on the baby once the two of you arrived no less than 15 minutes ago, you had already excused yourself to the hall.

Once you saw the familiar nurse you remember being assigned to your sister walk past you, you deemed it was safe enough to return to her room. Knocking first with your hand over your eyes.

There was soft laughter, "It's been put away, you can open your eyes." Eunji says, allowing you to lower your palm from your gaze to see Seokjin sitting on a chair nestled near Eunji's bedside.

"Wow, they've got you hooked up like a TV." You snort, pointing to the IV drip, pulse oximeter, and various other tubes taped to her arm.

Shaking her head at your typical Y/n-Antics but refusing to acknowledge your joke any further. "What did the nurse say?" Jin asks, almost anxiously, taking her hand in his.

"The baby is fine, she's healthy, but I'm a long way from giving birth. Apparently-" Eunji pauses, her eyes squeezing shut just as they did back at your place when the two of you discovered she'd been having contractions.

Taking deep breaths she opens her eyes and resumes speaking as if it never happened, "Apparently I'm only one centimeter dilated. I'm already tired of this place." She pouts sadly while Jin gently moves a stray hair from out of her face.

You sighed internally, hoping that one day you'd find that.

"I'm just glad you guys made it here safely. The roads are getting worse with that blizzard coming in tonight." Jin shares which prompts you to check your phone while the couple talks about what a normal couple would discuss at a time like this.

Jin was right. There in fact was a blizzard heading your way and it was nasty. Up to six feet of snow in some regions and harsh winds. It was practically impossible to see the road through all the flurries on your way here.

It was unsafe for anyone to be driving at a time like this hence why Eunji had already begged your parents to stay home until the roads were safe. No matter how much she knew your parents wanted to be present for the birth of their first grandchild it was just too dangerous.

This winter was packed with a punch this year. You can't forget the first major storm of the season about two months ago that blindsided everyone.

The severity of the storm dawns on you as you remember driving past a nasty collision on the highway on your way home from work.

You could only hope that this would be the end of the strenuous icy season and that spring would be just around the corner. You were looking forward to the blossoming season of spring but not as much as you were looking forward to holding your niece in your arms in just a few short hours.

𓆩♡𓆪

Clearly, you and your niece weren't on the same page.

It's been 4 hours and the hospital was on lockdown, any visitors in the building were forbidden from leaving due to the severity of the storm outside. Honestly, some part of you believed you would have been able to hold your niece and go home all in the last three hours, but oh how you were wrong.

"What do you mean you're only 3 centimetres along?" You say, exhausted from waiting. "Oh, I'm sorry Y/n, are you tired? How inconsiderate of me!" She exclaims, clearly annoyed with you.

You dropped your shoulders, you deserved that. Eunji had been battling her contractions restlessly for hours on end, you couldn't imagine how she felt.

"Do you want me to get you anything?" She shakes her head while Jin returns with a full cup of ice for her to chew on. Your stomach rumbles, and not quietly.

"You should go down to the cafeteria and get something to eat. I'll stay with Eunji." Jin offers and you nod, deciding it was time for a break anyway.

With your bag slung over your shoulder, you stood in the café line, unsure what to get before deciding to get a typical iced coffee and a turkey sandwich.

Once it came time to find a spot, your eyes were scanning every nook and cranny of the filled cafeteria due to the overwhelming number of people trapped in this building just as you were.

Finally, you found one available spot, at an occupied table. "Is anyone sitting here?" You ask the man who was enjoying his own coffee. "It's all yours," He smiles and you reciprocate it as you take a seat.

Paying him no mind as you bite into your meal and pull out the book you've been reading over the last few weeks.

"The String of Fate," The man across from you mumbles as he reads the title of your book causing your eyes to flicker to his. "What's it about?" You close the book almost too eagerly.

"Do you believe in soulmates?" He blinks at you.

"Y'know, like two people that are destined to be together no matter the time or place." His brow arches. "Not a chance." You frown, "Well, basically this book explains the concept of soulmates and how they're connected by this invisible string between them that will always guide them back to each other. No matter the time or place."

He sighs heavily, head now resting on his hand. "I'm gonna take a shot in the dark here and assume that you believe in soulmates?"

"What's there not to believe? It makes total sense-" You ask, about to take your first bite of your sandwich. "I wouldn't eat that if I were you," He says quickly, and you close your mouth, placing the sandwich back down.

"Why not?" He simply stares at you, "Trust me. I've been here long enough to know." You nod slowly, "You must visit a lot."

With a shrug of his shoulders, he finishes the last of his coffee, "Something like that." He mumbles.

Your stomach reminds you of the hunger you'd just permitted to exist longer all in the name of this handsome stranger you'd just met. "So what can I eat here?"

He grins and your stomach twists.

"Follow me." You pack up your stuff and stand. Unable to process your thoughts once the man moves away from the table in his wheelchair.

"Oh c'mon, don't give me that look." He sighs.

"What look?" You counter, genuinely confused.

"That look of 'oh my gosh, he's in a wheelchair. Now everything is different.'" He says in a slightly raised tone.

"First of all, I didn't think that at all. I was just shocked." He looked almost deflated until you spoke up, "So are we still getting jello or what?" He smiles, leading the way.

-

"Hey! Hey! Mister Lightning McQueen, do you mind slowing down a bit? Or at least tell me your name so I don't have to keep yelling mister." You pant, finally catching up to him at the end of the hall.

"Sorry." He flushes a light pink before a quick clearing of his throat, "I'm Jungkook." He stretches his hand and you shake it gently, "Y/n." You say, the two of you hold hands a little longer than necessary before a visitor attempts to get by and you pull your hand away first.

Fast forward to the two of you sitting on the chairs in god knows which wing of the hospital, the building was so damn big. Licking the spoons of your delicious cherry jello as you were both facing the window that looked out into the midnight sky.

"So what brings you here tonight?" He asks as he scoops around his cup for another spoonful. "My sister is giving birth. At least that's what I thought was supposed to happen but the baby doesn't want to come yet." He laughs, "That's amazing. Not the part about the baby holding your sister's womb hostage but- you know what I'm trying to say."

Unable to control your laughter at his bizarre wording, "Yeah, I get it." A silence falls between the two of you, sitting on your shoulders. You wanted to say something but you weren't sure- "It's okay, Y/n. You can ask." He speaks without even looking at you. Focused on getting his next spoon of jello.

"How did you end up here?" You ask and Jungkook begins the age-old story. He was coming home from work during that crazy storm 2 months ago. He said he didn't remember much from the actual accident, one second he's in his lane and the next there's an eighteen-wheeler sliding right into him and dragging two others in with him.

"I don't even remember being rushed in here, I just remember waking up 3 days later and the doctors telling me I was lucky to be alive. Telling me I had basically injured every bone I had. Head trauma, shattered ribs, a punctured lung, fractured both my legs- and the list goes on."

Your jaw falls open. Hand raising to cover your mouth for two reasons.

"You really are lucky to be alive."

It seems that Jungkook disagrees, "Yet I don't feel all that lucky. I wake up to the same faces, getting poked at and pricked every hour. Going to rehab every other day, my body hurts constantly. I can't even count how many painkillers and antibiotics I take every morning." You frown.

"I'm grateful to be making progress of course, but sometimes It feels like the world is passing me by while I'm standing still-- or sitting, for that matter.." You'd never connected to anything more.

"I totally understand. Under different circumstances of course, but I think I get what you mean. Ever since I was 7 I'd had this perfect vision of how my life should be by the time I was 25. A nice house, with a loving husband and maybe a baby on the way with my six-figure paying job but here I am, 26, sitting in a waiting room, single, waiting for my sister to have a baby so that I can go home to my office job that sure as hell doesn't pay enough for a nice house."

Your story provokes a soft chuckle to come rumbling from Jungkook's chest and you swat at him. "And it's like, you want to take steps forward but it's almost like you can't because everything is out of your control. The most decisive factor of a good life is controlled by everyone but you. It sucks." Jungkook expands on your thoughts further and you'd never felt so seen before.

"I-" You begin but the PA system begins to blare someone's voice as they make an announcement.

"Code Yellow. Code Yellow." Jungkook's vision darts to his wristwatch. "Shit. It's been an hour already?" You weren't following, "What's going on?" Jungkook begins to roll back, tossing away his garbage in the bin while you stand and do the same.

"Code yellow is just their dramatic way of declaring a patient is missing. Although-" His eyes fly past you and to whoever was behind you, it was a furious nurse. "Jeon Jungkook." She says and he groans, "I know- I know."

Jungkook hardly got to speak before he was being pushed away back to wherever his room was. "I hope your sister has a safe delivery." You stand still in the middle of the hall as you watch Jungkook get whisked out of sight.

Unable to stop thinking about how disappointed he looked once that nurse appeared. Clearly, he didn't want to go back. You couldn't shake what he told you, about seeing the same people every day, following the same painful routine.

You wondered if he had any family that visited him.

Speaking of which, it was time for you to return to your own.

𓆩♡𓆪

7 hours later you were finally holding the most perfect baby girl in your arms. "She's beautiful, Eunji," you say tearfully, staring at the adorable infant who was just so tiny in your arms.

"I can't believe I'm holding your baby right now." You say to no one in particular while Seokjin stands behind you looking down at the baby, he looks like he's still in awe himself.

Carefully passing her back into your sister's tired arms. You had the honour of taking their first family photo. With Seokjin's eyes full of love and your sister displaying the happiest smile you'd ever seen.

"She's perfect." You hear him whisper with a kiss to Eunji's forehead and your heart just about melts at the heartwarming sight.

𓆩♡𓆪 7 days later

The moment that you left that hospital that morning you felt almost... sad? Like you had a happiness hangover. You were truly overjoyed, you finally got to meet your niece and you met Jungkook who left an unanticipated imprint on your brain.

You tapped your nails against the desk in your cubicle, your bottom lip tucked between your teeth as your eyes glanced at the time at the bottom of the computer screen.

Your break was in 20 minutes, you had an hour to do whatever and sure, you could spend it here continuing your work so that you could go home earlier...but the hospital is nearby...

No more than a 10-minute drive.. maybe you could drop by? Just for a little?

You didn't leave yourself much time to debate it as you were already marching out of the office the moment the clock hit 12. You'd decided to pick up some flowers from the gift shop on your way up.

Following the receptionist's instructions that she gave you to locate his room with a nervous click of your heels with each step. What if he didn't want to see you? Does he even remember you?

You saw him through the glass window briefly and adjusted yourself to an angle where he couldn't see you. He was just laying there. Staring up at the ceiling, but he sat up once a nurse walked in.

It seemed that she was doing some routine checkups before pricking him with a needle of some kind. You'd always been the type to squirm with needles yet he was unfazed, it was like he couldn't even feel it.

Once she left she passed you with a small smile. Slowly you walk to the door and his gaze slowly drags towards you. His eyes smile before his lips, and he sits up.

"Y/n!" He says with such a joyful tone, you would never expect the voice to belong to someone sitting in a hospital bed. "Hi," You say, unsure of what to do with the flowers.

"Don't tell me you're still waiting for your sister to give birth." He says with a little sarcasm and you laugh with a shake of your head. "No, little miss Seol-a came fashionably late."

"As in 'snow child'? That's a perfect name." You agree. Watching him as his gaze drops to your arms. "Oh- These are for you." Bringing the small bouquet of tiger lilies to him, he accepts it gratefully.

"Thank you-- Really, you didn't have to. You visiting me is more than enough of a gift, and they're Tiger Lilies, too. Fun fact, that's actually my birth flower." It was like a lightbulb had gone off in your head but you ignored it.

Maybe that was just a coincidence, but you didn't like that word. You preferred to use something much stronger, that starts with an 'F', and ends with an 'ate'.

"Pull up a chair, please. I don't want to be the only one sitting." He insists, gesturing to the chair near the wall and you bring it a bit closer.

Letting out a soft sigh of relief once you were off your feet, "God, I hate heels." You mutter, "I'm guessing you have to wear them for that magical job of yours," Your face turns sour, "Magic isn't the word I'd use to describe it,"

Just like that the two of you fell down a rabbit hole of conversation, exchanging work experiences and even phone numbers at one point.

"So tell me, Y/n. In a perfect world, if you could just drop everything, what would you do?" You pretended to give it thought as if you hadn't known for the last decade. "I'd want to open a hair salon... Is that crazy? I don't think I've ever actually said that out loud before."

"What's stopping you?" You laugh, a little too hard, thinking of the dozens of reasons why it wasn't practical and way too impulsive but the longer you looked at his neutral expression you began to reflect on the reasons.

And they all came back to the same root, "What if I fail?" He shrugs, "You can't fail unless you give up." You couldn't believe you were actually considering this. Shaking your head dramatically, clearing your brain.

"You're such a bad influence, y'know? I can't believe you really almost made me do that." His bunny-like smile is on display when he speaks, "That wasn't me, that was your instinct. For a brief second, you just listened to your heart."

Woah.

"Wanna see something cool?" His hand raises and gestures to his lower body, and you watch as the blankets begin to stretch over the small peak that began to form under the covers as he bends his left knee slightly.

"Jungkook! That's incredible." You gasped, eyes wide and you weren't sure what came over you, but before you knew it you'd taken him in your arms.

His body was still a bit weak but his arms responded almost immediately. Holding you still for the short duration of the hug before you pulled away.

"Are you okay- I'm sorry, did I hurt you-" A small panic consumes you as Jungkook's eyes tint a faint red and well with tears. "No, no. You didn't do anything wrong. It's just been so long since someone's been so happy for me."

His words weighed down in your chest like a pile of bricks. "Does no one visit you?"

"All my friends and family came to visit right after the accident. Then it was just my best friends and my parents who came a few times a week. Soon people don't have time to visit someone who makes such little progress every day."

He continues to explain, "But I don't hold it against them. It's a time commitment. The real world is more demanding than I am and I just can't wait for the day I get to meet them out there."

Gently placing your hand on top of his, "You're gonna be out of here before you know it-" A familiar ringer goes off in your bag. You pull out your phone and stop the alarm. "Well, my break ends soon." You stand and you tell yourself that you're imagining the small frown peels over his lips.

Putting the chair back where you found it you walk to the door. "Bye Jungkook, it was good to see you again." With that, you walk away and Jungkook is left in despair. That was it? It's over?

You were just gonna walk into his room and bless him with the most revitalizing conversation he's ever had and you're leaving?

Before he gets the chance to deflate into his pillows your head pops back into the doorframe, "See you tomorrow." You wink and vanish once again. Knowing that you'd given him a little wave of sadness at first.

His shoulders shake with laughter, relieved.

𓆩♡𓆪

Staying true to your word, you in fact did go back to visit him the next day, except you went after your shift since 40 minutes simply wasn't enough time.

For the first few weeks of your daily visits, Jungkook was afraid that one day you would stop coming and he wouldn't see you again, but once three months had passed, there was no doubt in his mind he would walk out of this hospital without you by his side.

You'd even met his parents once, by accident of course. You were just leaving when they'd been walking in and of course, they had no idea who you were.

Telling them about how the two of you met was quite entertaining, Accidentally mentioning the part where Jungkook had been called a missing patient which earned him a soft pinch to his arm from his mother.

But you'll never forget the words his mother whispered in your ear as she hugged you. "Thank you for loving my son." Your cheeks flushed and you stuttered, trying to clarify things but she didn't want to hear it.

"It's okay, I know." She says with the most subtle of winks before walking off with her husband who shook your hand graciously.

Not every day was full of laughs and feasts that you'd bring him from the outside world, there were definitely down days. Days when the pain would call for a stronger dose of his medications which left him burnt out and groggy.

But there were also good days like today. You had the honour of helping Jungkook take some of his first steps for a few feet before being right behind him with the wheelchair.

You weren't able to stop your tears while Jungkook apologized to the physical therapist for your constant crying. You cried every time you saw him move on his own, but he thinks it's cute.

It's evident how much you care about him. By now your entire family knew about your blossomed friendship, and it seems he was all you could talk about. He could only hope that you knew how much he cared about you.

He would love to surprise you at work one day with lunch or take you to your favourite places. Alas, that was among the list of things he unfortunately couldn't control but promised to do once he got out.

He had a section of notes dedicated to you and all the places he would take you, it's what he always hid against his chest anytime you tried peaking.

-

"You won't believe what I just did!" Those are the first words that escape your mouth in the most dramatic of ways as you practically burst into his room.

He jolts, his book now falling forgotten from his fingers, you'd startled him and you apologized. You weren't usually here at noon. So he welcomes your explanation with a warm smile and curious eyes.

"So I went to work this morning, and they called us all in for a meeting. I was expecting another spontaneous workshop about professional behaviour or something. They drop this huge bomb on us that the company is downsizing so they're laying off a third of the company and basically cutting everyone's salary in half." It all comes out in a single breath, so you give yourself some time to breathe.

Jungkook wasn't following, "This sounds like... bad news? Am I missing something? Why do you look so happy?"

"Because I quit my job. I've been thinking about what you said for a while now, about following my heart, and I think I've always been waiting for some kind of sign or opportunity to just go for it, so today was the day." Now that you'd finally gotten the jitters out, you pulled up a chair.

"I know it's crazy, I don't know what I was thinking, but I just got off the phone with one of the property managers of those empty studios downtown and it was all so exciting and I don't even know where I'm going to get the money but I think I can-"

Jungkook finally silenced you with his lips.

He kissed you.

His lips were soft as they worked against yours. You could feel him smile as the kiss deepened. You moved out of your chair to the bed without breaking contact. Pulling away briefly for air but resuming as though you couldn't be apart for more than a second.

You weren't sure when you'd ended up on top of him with Jungkook on his back and your hips grinding down onto his softly, still a bit cautious.

"You have-" He kisses down your neck, peppering kisses between his words, "-No idea-" His lips kissing right below your ear, "-How long I've wanted to kiss you." His teeth gently nibble on the skin of your ear causing a whine to escape your lips.

Suddenly there was a fast beeping and it was only getting faster.

A nurse walks in and you just about throw yourself off of Jungkook and onto the ground. "What's going on in here? Your heart rate was way too fast, Mr. Jeon." He bites his lip nervously while you get yourself on your feet.

"Sorry, Nurse Lynn. I was just trying some new exercises and I guess I got a bit carried away." He says the last part with a lustful look in his eye when he glances towards you.

Once she left you let your hand cover your mouth in pure shock, laughing uncontrollably. "Oh my god, I can't believe that just happened." Jungkook throws his head back onto the pillows with a heavy breath.

"Those nurses can't let me have shit in here. I can't even rub one out in the shower without them barging in." Your jaw drops, "It's happened more times than I'd like to speak about." The shame that seems to swallow him up makes you laugh even harder.

-

"How's the salon going?" He's the first to ask you once you walk out of the bathroom and your shoulders drop. Taking a seat beside him on the bed, "It's a lot harder than I thought it would be. My contractor is being a total pain in the ass, but at least it's starting to come together, look-"

You swipe through the photos of the empty studio that was now painted. "I can't wait to see it." He says, and you look away from the screen. Focusing on his beautiful brown eyes. "Me too." He steals a sweet kiss from you before resuming his swipe through your phone with a cheeky grin.

For the first time, you noticed how empty his left arm was compared to his right. His right arm was covered in tattoos that the two of you had spent nearly an hour talking about once, while his left arm was blank.

"Why don't you have any tattoos on your left arm?" He places down your phone, making eye contact with you once again. "I wanna save it for something special, something meaningful, like the Batman symbol." His nerdy remark makes you snort.

𓆩♡𓆪

"Hi Jungko-Oh." This was unusual.

Of all the times you'd visited Jungkook, there was probably only one other time where you'd caught him sleeping, although that was a late night. It was only sometime around 3 in the afternoon.

You didn't want to disturb him, so you left him a little sticky note for him to read when he wakes up. You didn't want him to think that you never came.

The following day the two of you were having a bit of a hard time getting Jungkook out of bed. "I thought you wanted to do some more walking?" You offer, standing with his walker but he laid back unmotivated.

"Not today, maybe another day. I'm just a bit tired." He mumbles and you nod, "Oh. Okay." But your heart wasn't settled, something was wrong.

The week continued with his slow responses and fatigue. "Are you okay?" He hums, his eyes shutting tight as he grunts softly. "Yeah, just got a bit of a headache, that's all. I'll be better by tomorrow." He reassures you, and you insist on getting him some water.

"Nurse Lynn." You call out for the Nurse as you cross paths as you return from refilling Jungkook's water bottle. She stops and begins to approach you. "Jungkook has been acting a bit off lately. He's been really tired and he says he has a headache and I just want to know if anything is going on."

You can see that she really begins to think about anything it could be. You follow her as she goes off to check his charts. Looking through the window, Jungkook had already fallen asleep.

"His numbers seem to be fine, but we'll keep a close eye on them tonight and run some tests in the morning." Leaving you with a reassuring hand on your shoulder, but you still didn't feel any better.

You went home to your parents' house. You'd moved back home after impulsively quitting your job since there was no way you'd be able to afford your old apartment anymore. Besides, this arrangement made the most sense.

Now you were able to save your money and focus on your salon. The salon Jungkook had inspired you to open, god you couldn't stop thinking about him. Something felt off.

"Y/n?" Your dad snaps his fingers in front of you, finally catching your attention. "Sorry- What?"

"Your mom and I were wondering if you'd be joining us for dinner or if you already ate." You shake your head slowly, "It's okay, I'm not hungry."

"Is everything okay?'' Your stretches her neck from where she sat on the couch. "I don't know. Jungkook's been acting off lately and I just don't know if everything is okay." Anyone who heard you could hear the worry that wavered in your tone. You wanted nothing more than for him to be okay.

"Oh, honey." Your parents hugged you and for a moment you felt like everything was going to be okay.

Until it wasn't.

-

It was around 2 in the morning when you'd gotten a call from Jungkook's mom.

He'd gone into a coma.

You didn't find yourself to be a religious person yet you found yourself praying to any god in the sky who was listening as you drove to the hospital that he would be okay.

Running through the halls, letting out careless apologies to those you nearly bumped into as you did so. "What happened?!" You say frantically, his mother was in no state to speak, her eyes were bloodshot and her lips quivered whenever she tried to speak.

Instead, his father took on the role to tell you, "The doctors said there were unforeseen complications from his accident. There was some inflammation in his brain that went undetected and was applying pressure to his brain stem which is why he was experiencing those headaches and fatigue. They've done all they can to reduce the swelling, but there's no guarantee he'll-"

His dad struggles to finish his sentence, choking up a bit himself at the possibility of Jungkook never waking up. "C-Can I see him?" You swallow back your tears and that sore feeling in your throat as you walk in slowly.

You didn't want to cry, but the moment you saw him hooked up to all those machines, the same ones he hated so much, the way his body lay so still, it broke you.

Your cries came out more as wails than anything else, you couldn't say anything but his name. You weren't just crying, you were begging, pleading with the gods to spare him.

"Y/n-" You hear his dad's voice behind you, catching you in his arms just as you fall to your knees. He could have never anticipated a reaction quite like this one. It seems he underestimated how much Jungkook meant to you.

Now he knows.

All his friends and family knew.

As they trickled in and out of Jungkook's hospital room over the following weeks they would see you sitting by his side, the same way you did all the days before.

His mom liked to say you were there more than Jungkook was. She knew he was lucky, he'd found something special with you. A kind of love that was rare to come across these days.

You spent every waking moment beside him until visiting hours were over, and would be back the next morning the moment they begin. Your parents told you to keep yourself busy with your salon and you tried, but how could you when everything inside reminded you of him?

Today was a quiet day, with no visitors or flowers for you to find space for as his room was filled. You focused on reading to him. You'd been told that hearing familiar voices can help to stimulate brain activity and you were willing to do anything.

"As Batman ran through the dark streets of Gotham-" You chuckled to yourself, unable to take the story seriously.

According to his parents, this was his favourite comic book growing up, and you'd been reading it to him for the last few days, and yet you still weren't interested in DC.

You rummaged through the bag of books you had on the side, your fingertips grasped the familiar cover that started it all. "The String of Fate" You mumble, a soft smile as the title takes you back to the night you met.

Back then he was nothing more than an opinionated patient on the loose, and now, he was everything.

You opened the book, going back to the page you'd bookmarked as a favourite. Deciding to read it out loud for the sake of Jungkook hearing your voice.

"In the garden of destiny, soulmates blossom, each petal a reflection of the other's beauty, each leaf a testament to their shared growth. Together, they tend to the soil of their dreams, nurturing them with the water of their love, as they chase the sunsets of tomorrow, hand in hand, forever intertwined."

Your voice began to shake halfway through, and your tears landed on every other word. You closed the book, placing it back in the bag so that you could take Jungkook's hands in yours.

"Please," You whispered, "I love you."

It was no surprise to anyone. You had nothing but love for the man who changed your world for the better. He had no idea how much space he takes up in your head, your heart. It's his, it belongs to him.

"Can we come in?" There are soft knocks on the door and you're pleasantly surprised to see Jin and your sister, assuming the baby was with your parents.

"Thank you for coming," You hug them both, "If there's someone important enough that you went MIA during my labour, then I have to meet him." Eunji says jokingly and you smile sadly, "I just wish you got to meet under better circumstances."

The days turned to night then day once again, and the pattern continued endlessly for the following month. It just continued to repeat in this painful process of dwindling hope.

Nothing could have prepared you for the devastating conversation with the doctor this morning.

"Please understand, during this difficult time, we have carefully monitored Jungkook's minimal brain activity. Given the duration of his coma and after our intensive examination of his condition, if there were indications for a potential recovery leading to him waking up, we would have observed signs by now. I know this news is incredibly challenging to hear but-"

His mother wept.

"We're so sorry." The doctor says as if it was rehearsed, you couldn't imagine how many times he'd had to give such gut-wrenching news to other families.

You listened with a broken heart, unable to cry. You were all out of tears. You'd cried and cried your heart out all month, you couldn't bear the thought of it all being for such a tragic conclusion.

-

That was almost a week ago, you'd remained by Jungkook's side regardless. Never leaving, not moving.

"Y/n, Honey. You've been here all day, when's the last time you ate something, hm?" His mom gently tilted your chin upwards, you looked pale in colour and your eyes were dull with sorrow.

"I don't know, Tuesday maybe?"

It's Thursday night.

"Go." She orders, and you know that tone. She wasn't willing to negotiate this with you. She'd begun to care for you like a daughter of her own, and as much as she respected and adored your dedication to her son, it was just as important that you were healthy.

Still following Jungkook's advice, you avoided most of the shops in the cafeteria except for a select few that he deemed sanitary. Sitting at one of the tables by yourself, you poked at your food, not all that hungry but you took bites anyway.

Taking a long sip from your water bottle you ignored the buzzing from your phone. You're sure it's just the contractors giving you a hard time again. You were set to open in a few months from now and you'd never felt more grateful for your mom stepping in to help while you were.. away.

Your phone buzzes once more, you finally check the messages.

Ever since that night, every time Mrs. Jeon messaged you, it left you with a pit in your stomach, quite like the one in your stomach right now.

She was calling you back to Jungkook's room immediately.

Completely abandoning your half-eaten meal on the table as you rushed back up to the room you'd begun to know like the back of your hand.

There his parents were, teary-eyed as they sat outside his room, making calls and texting loved ones. Soon you saw a team of nurses walking out of his room with some medical technology that you're sure had very complicated names and--

Oh no.

Your brain was putting the pieces together. What was once a pit had evolved into a full-fledged sinkhole. Your hands were shaking as you walked into the room, eyes landing on his body, not expecting to meet his familiar brown orbs.

They blinked at you slowly. Just like the first time you'd visited, they smiled before his lips did. "There she is," His voice was weak, understandably but it still had that softness to it.

Your body was overwhelmed and unable to make any coherent sounds. You were standing still as a statue. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth to stop your lips from quivering but you couldn't stop it.

Your breathing became shallow and the sound of your heart drumming in your ears seemed much louder than it did a minute ago. You felt like your eyes were playing tricks on you.

"Is it-" Your voice airy and broken, not wanting this to be a dream. You so desperately needed this to be real. He nods slowly with a grin, "It's me." Just when you thought you had no more tears left, there were more spilling down your cheeks.

Finally picking up your feet and walking over to him with broken sobs, meeting him at the side of the bed. On your knees with his arms around you while you held him in yours. "I thought I lost you." You swat him with teary eyes and a small laugh.

"You can never lose me, Y/n, and I want to make sure of that." He says, and your head tilts instinctively. "What do you mean?"

"Marry me."

Eyes wide and your mouth nearly kissing the floor.

"You can't be serious," Oh how you hoped he was serious.

"You've been by my side every step of the way. When I walk through those hospital doors one last time, I want to be beside the woman I love. Let me spend the rest of my life making you as happy as you've made me." Now he was the one getting misty eyes.

Your mouth struggled to keep up with the eager nodding of your head. "Yes." Holding his face in your hands and kissing him like you'd longed to do for weeks.

Finally.

"Wait- You don't have a ring," Jungkook leans slightly for the box of band-aids on the side table. "Jungkook, I don't need-'' Your efforts go in vain as he shushes you kindly, taping the band-aid around your ring finer.

"It's symbolic for now until I can get you the real thing."

-

Nothing could have prepared you for the busy year ahead of you. Between visiting Jungkook, opening a salon and planning a wedding things were beginning to get chaotic but it all seemed to fade in importance once Jungkook finally got to go home.

And you were right, he was home just in time for Thanksgiving, and he had a lot to be thankful for. He made that clear during his speech at your parents' annual Thanksgiving dinner.

The fact he was able to stand for it was reason enough. Although he wasn't able to walk far distances, he was improving every day, and it just warmed your heart.

Your speech wasn't nearly as tear-jerking as Jungkook's was, but you still had a lot to be grateful for. Just looking around the table from where you stood, smiling at your parents, your sister with Jin and Seol-a, Jungkook's parents, and Jungkook, of course.

Everything you ever wanted was right in front of you.

Keeping your speech short and sweet, "And I know she's grateful for that huge rock on her finger." Eunji whispers loudly causing the table to erupt in a fit of giggles, the tips of your ears turn red as you smile shyly.

From Thanksgiving to the opening day of your Salon. Staring up to look at your name written out in a cursive font across the top of the building you were in awe. "Pinch me," you mutter sarcastically, not expecting Jungkook to actually pinch you.

With a pout you rubbed the pink mark he left on your arm as the two of you walked into the moderately busy salon. Your mom had sent out flyers and emails about the opening day all season.

You wouldn't have been able to do it without her.

"I'm so proud of you," Jungkook whispers and you turn to face him with the look of a puppy. "I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you," He shakes his head, "I didn't do anything. This was all you, all you had to do was listen to your heart." Giving him one of those upside-down smiles you wrap your arms around him, talking into his chest.

"I can't wait to marry you."

Before you knew it, the wait was over.

Today is the day. 

You could only stress about one day so much, you'd gone over every last detail down to the very inch and you were sure it was going to be perfect, after all, you'd had it all planned out in your head since you were 7 and Jungkook was more than happy oblige, 'as long as I get to marry you', he would say.

Your wedding was beautiful, it left your guests breathless the moment they entered the venue and the ceremony hadn't even begun yet.

Your wedding had its own special and heartfelt twist to it. Instead of Jungkook standing ready at the altar, he had the honour of picking a heartfelt song to walk down the aisle to with no arm crutches or wheelchair to support him. Nothing but his parents on either side holding one of his arms.

Some of the audience cheered while some let their tears fall quietly, knowing how far Jungkook had come to get to this point. Once he made it to the front, his best man, Jimin, handed him his arm crutches once again.

Soon the rest of the bridal party had made their way down the aisle, prompting the audience to stand. All heads turned to the grand double doors that soon opened as a romantic instrumental of "Look After You" began to play.

Jungkook could hardly see you from the distance he was standing but just knowing that you were walking towards him had him choking up already.

By the time he really could see you, he couldn't. His eyes are cloudy with tears until Jimin hands him his pocket square to wipe his eyes. Blinking the rest of his tears away, he smiles at you.

You looked beautiful.

Like God's most perfect creation sent down from heaven. There you were, smiling back at him with those angel eyes of yours. It would be a lie to say you didn't want to cry but the last thing you wanted was to ruin your makeup.

However, you weren't so strong when it came time to listen to Jungkook's vows after just finishing yours.

"You once asked me if I believed in soulmates, and I remember saying it was a load of crap. I had no idea they were sitting right in front of me. Your unconditional and unchanging demonstration of love has completely changed me from the inside out. Through you, I breathe again, and for you, my heart beats. Today, I give you more than just my word. I give you mind, I give you my soul, my everything. I pray from this day forward we will chase the sunsets of tomorrow, hand in hand, forever."

The last part he recites from the passage of your book you'd read to him while he was still unconscious. Your makeup is now a victim to the stream of hot, salty tears that flowed from your eyes, "You heard me." You say just loud enough for only him to hear you. He smiles. "I heard you."

With no more tears and the unravelling of a touching ceremony,

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

This was it. The moment Jungkook had been anticipating for months. Unclipping himself from the crutches around his arms, he hands them to Jimin.

He stretches out his arms dramatically, pretending to crack his neck.

Carefully taking your face in his hands, knowing how important it was to you that he didn't smudge anything, but your lipstick was going to need some reapplication after the way he pivoted and swooped you down for the most passionate of kisses.

The kind where your leg raises in the air while the photographer gets the money shot, capturing the bright smiles all around.

As if it was possible, the reception was even better than the ceremony. The toasts were both funny and touching. All eyes were on the happy couple who sat at their special table on the elevated platform for all to see.

Unable to hear what was being said but they could only assume it was something heartfelt based on the way your hands had clasped over your mouth.

Jungkook had just rolled up the sleeve of his left arm, showing you a new tattoo that you'd never seen. It was a delicate dark vine that wrapped around his forearm, with blossoming flowers, encircling the words 'Garden of Destiny', just like from your book.

"Are those-" You point to the types of flowers, "Tiger Lilies and Cosmos, your birth flower? Yeah." You pout, "Please don't cry, you'll be so upset if you ruin your makeup." He gently moves a loose strand of your hair from your face with the same hand you'd just been examining, and that's when it hits you.

"It's on your left arm." He grins,

"Of course it is."

𓆩♡𓆪This was only supposed to be 900 words. oops. 𓆩♡𓆪

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[hollyhomburg]

Before I Leave You (Pt.62)

(Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: love becomes guilt, predator becomes prey, and Jin becomes...

Tags: Hospitals, medical talk, sicfic, seizures, angst, hurt/comfort, assassin! Jimin, implied autistic! jimin, meltdowns, settling, non-sexual biting, Mafia shit, murder, Dead bodies, Guns, violence, blood. everyone lives nobody dies, morality conversations, revenge, secrets

W/c: 10.9k

A/n: thank you to everyone who helped me make my birthday this year super special <3 im sorry if i was bad at thanking people publicly for their specific gifts <3 i figured that the next best way i could say thank you was to give you another chapter...be warned, this one ends on QUITE the cliffhanger....be warned

Previous part ~ Masterlist

The hospital is cold, maybe that’s just because of the first snow.

It gathers on the trees outside like a faint white outline where someone forgot to fill the image in. Cresting the shoulders of everyone who walks into the hospital and turning the streetlight into halos and the sky into one big white blanket. The whole world is a nest when the weather is like this. Maybe if the whole world was a nest, it would be enough to keep you all safe.

It’s useless to hope, as you wait with Jimin outside of Jungkook’s hospital room.

The hospital is a mess of glowing exit signs and endless beeping. A dull roar in your ears from coming down adrenaline and a telephone nearby blares. The scratchy intercom system overhead pages a doctor for a code red. Whatever that is. You sit and wait, worrying and picking at your nails, full of useless energy. There is nothing to do but wait until someone tells you if Jungkook’s alright.

You're not sure if he will be, this seizure was a bad one.

You and Jimin sit side by side, and you don’t talk. You don’t even touch. You don’t know what you prefer, the instant terror of the car bomb, or this slow terror. Slow terror feels like nails dragging down the back of your skull, like clothes that are two sizes too tight. A bad taste in your mouth, not blood and not soot either.

The relief of finding out that Jungkook wasn’t calling you because Moonbyul had done something to him was only temporary. instead of your packmate there was a stranger on the other end of the line.

He’d still been seizing when you’d got back to the coffee shop. Foreghein scents on him and a crowd of patrons and paramedics surround him. His eyes rolled back into his skull, on his side, blue lips and froth on the edge of his mouth. Luckily, someone in that coffee shop was a doctor, was able to keep him semi-comfortable but-

This seizure had lasted a long time. Too long. Jungkook has been a patient at most of the local hospitals before on account of how unpredictable his seizures are. He has directives as per Namjoon's guidance, in place since before they were even packmates. Anything more than 6 minutes needs an overnight stay and copious testing. This seizure had lasted almost 10. The longest he's had in years.

You'd watched horrified and all too familiar with it as they’d loaded your still twitching packmate into the red box. Unsympathetic paramedics unwilling to hear your pleas to just let Jimin ride with them to the hospital (he'd tailgated them the whole way) but even at the hospital you and Jimin still couldn’t see him. They whisked him right up for an MRI.

Maybe you’d be less unnerved if Jungkook had woken up, but he hasn’t yet.

They’re still running tests and keeping him under just to be sure. Not a medical coma, but the step below that. Something about Jungkook’s malfunctioned ocular nerve and not wanting to trigger more seizures with more stimuli until the lorazepam and half a dozen other medications have time to take effect.

Jimin is the one who okayed those. He signed those papers for medications as easily as if he were swiping his card or maybe firing a gun. You feel out of your depth here, even if Jimin is very used to this. It’s been a while. It’s not your fault the luck ran out. Maybe that’s why he’s angry, maybe that’s why he’s not touching you. You are at once, somewhere between a four-leaf clover and a bad luck charm. Intangible and unsure of your odds.

Maybe Jimin's not touching you because he hates you, maybe he hates you because you forced him to let you come with him. you'd have been by Jungkook's side while this happened if you hadn't. But Jimin might have died from the explosion then-

Jungkook might still die, you realize with a lurch. Jungkook might die because of the seizures and could die at any time really. It's so easy to forget. Maybe that's why Jimin's not touching you. Your thoughts rush over you, wave after wave.

But Jimin thinks you don’t deserve to be touched when he’s this angry. You’ve had a lifetime’s worth of an angry alpha touching you and he won’t be one of them. Won’t make you worse when you’re sitting small and fragile. Barely there, barely alive. No, he'll keep his shaking hands tightened to fists on his knees and his angry tongue locked behind pursed lips. touching you would be more for him than it is for you he's convinced.

Too close, they were too close today. Jimin promised you that he wouldn’t let them hurt you. He promised and he'd failed. you still have the gash on your chin.

His worry for Jungkook is another monster entirely, one that can't be made better with actions, that can't be fixed with his own two hands.

Yoongi and Tae are the first to arrive. Your mate’s hair is wet and tousled, in a pair of pajama pants on like he’d just been showering for the evening before he’d come. Tae is close behind, a pair of pink sweatpants poking out from below her long thick coat and her long nightdress tucked into the waistband. The same dress you cuddled up beneath this morning. It feels like a lifetime ago.

Yoongi holds your cheeks, searching your face. The words tumble from your lips, the first you and Jimin have said in what feels like hours.

“He was just- we were just getting the car and we thought he’d be fine for a second but then-” you feel like you’re going to be sick all over his shoes. In his hurry, Yoongi put on a pair of Tae’s Uggs, the platform ones. You don't know why your brain fixates on that.

“It’s not your fault,” is the first thing he says, although even he sounds unsure. You shouldn’t have left him alone are the words that he must be thinking, the words that no one’s saying.

(This is a lie. This is your brain making up the worst-case scenario and clinging to it. There is nothing anyone can do, no precautions that they can take that they already haven’t when it comes to Jungkook’s seizures. Yoongi just gets small and quiet whenever Jungkook is sick. Jungkook will always be sick, and this quiet devastation will always find your mate because he loves Jungkook so).

There is nothing to do but wait, even though waiting with them is better than waiting alone.

The people at the coffee shop said they saw jungkook lie down before he started seizing. That's the only way they were able to call you, because he'd had your contact open on his phone. He'd known he was about to have one and he'd tried to call you. He'd been afraid and alone and then he'd been nothing.

The movements of the hospital slosh the four of you like an unmoored boat while you wait. Every doctor coming closer prompts a turn of your head and pleading eyes. Hoping that they’re the ones that will relieve you of your misery. Your leg jumps up and down, jittery. Jimin by comparison is deathly still.

Yoongi goes up to the desk and Tae sits between you and Jimin, one hand a piece on either of your thighs. You lean into her and Jimin rests his cheek on her shoulder slowly. She holds around your shoulders, looking back and forth between the two of you. She doesn’t any anything.

Her fingers rub up and down your shoulder, feeling the crumbliness there. She picks her hand up, and you watch as she takes in the darkness. It's soot.

“It’s from the ambulance,” Jimin says before you can force your words to cooperate and lie.

Jin comes through with a flurry of his long felted coat, snow gathering on his wide shoulder. Holding his keys in his hand and almost dropping them when you stand to collide with him. He has just a choked-out "pup" for you but then there's the nurse, the one you've been waiting for. Telling you that Jungkook's fine- he's not awake yet- but that you can wait in his room with him until he does.

Jungkook doesn't have too many wires connected to him, nothing more than an electrode at his temple, one at his heart, and an IV in his wrist. His hospital gown is pulled down to his collarbones so that the electrodes don't pull, but his skin is absent of his usual healthy flush.

You wait, watching until you notice the rise and fall of his chest. Even and beautiful breath. Jungkook is alive, Jungkook is breathing of his own accord. You let out a single broken sob, but you're not the only one.

You watch Yoongi brush his hair back from his face, eyes glassy. Seokjin sits by his right side and tae takes the other. Jimin and you stand at the foot of his bed, just watching him. No one says anything. Every beep of the heart monitor is anticipated, every second more precious.

"There's nothing on his MRI that indicates any lasting brain damage from the seizure," the nurse states, fussing with Jungkook's IV. "but it will be hard to know until he wakes up. You might notice him unable to recognize you or speak for a few minutes- the location of the seizure may have affected his language and motor capabilities so-"

She continues to list his prognosis, but it's nothing you didn't know before. Every seizure has a risk of taking out part of Jungkook's faculties, his fine motor skills, and his speech. But a seizure has never damaged him beyond repair before. Tae takes one of Jungkook's hands from the bed and brings it to her face, trying to hide her tears but it's no use.

It’s startling, how much your body relaxes upon Namjoon’s presence, you feel the shift in the air before he enters the room. Nauseous one moment and then fine the next. He enters the room, hand skimming the top of your head and Yoongi's side as he be-lines it to Jungkook's chart.

His scent is so thick- comforting coffee even if it is a a little stale. You sway, and when he looks up, his eyes flicker from you and then the nurse.

Today is not the end of the world, even though it feels like it. It feels like it's ending every time Jungkook finds his way into a hospital bed, a good 3 or 4 times in a year. Honestly, they’ve been so quiet recently, so unnoticeable that they should have known a bigger one was building.

“Dr. Kim,” Jungkook’s nurse says, this is not Namjoon’s hospital, but he is on Jungkook’s file. This nurse looks at him and waits for his call. Namjoon flicks past one page on his chart and then another, pursing his lips.

“Why didn't Avery order a Ct? it’s not here.”

“The ct has already been run Dr. Kim, He put the order in 4 minutes ago” Namjoon hums, and you watch the clench of his jaw, the extra tight way he bites his cheek. And it’s then you realize oh, Namjoon is about to cry.

Yoongi gets to him before you do, Jungkook’s fingers twitch of their own accord against Namjoon’s wrist and Yoongi grips his shoulder. Namjoon looks back at him and at the same time, Jungkook opens his eyes blinking against the dim lights.

His words are all garbled for the first few seconds after a seizure, the Jumbled groan startling enough that you flinch. Yoongi backs up so that Jin and Namjoon can hold him down as he reaches blindly, startled and moving before his brain has a second to catch up.

"It's okay Jungkook, you had a seizure. You were out for a few hours, You're okay,"

"Come up slowly, don't try to sit up there you go."

Jungkook tries to get up and out of the bed but has to be held down by namjoon until his brain comes back online, he continues to speak garbled nonsense for a moment. Too loud, voice loud after so much quiet. It startles you; you take a step back.

And almost step right on Hobi’s shoes.

Hoseok is there, hand on the small of your back. Snowflakes that still haven’t melted in his hair. He doesn’t say hi to you, but his hand stays there. Pressed flat. He only has eyes for Jungkook. Jungkook relaxes, falling back on the bed, and gets one coherent syllable out and then another. It's their names-.

"Alpha- Joon- hughr-"

Jungkook pants, breathing heavily, and then his hand reaches up steadily, to touch the electrode on his head. Yoongi's hand closes around his just in case, but he doesn't rip it off.

Everyone waits with bated breath.

“You alright kookie?” Hoseok asks careful, with that same level of humor in his voice that you’ve come to need. His smile is as genuine as ever as he looks down a Jungkook in the hospital bed. Jungkook’s hand is tight around Namjoon’s as he stretches, muscles aching. He’s always so sore after a seizure. It's always so disorienting coming out of them like this.

Jungkook waits, testing out his words. “I feel like Like it got hit by a trucking fuck.”

He blinks, and the lights are turned low, but a breath passes and Tae laughs and so does Yoongi, and then everyone's laughing and sort of crying. Your knees go a little weak and you turn into hobi's chest hiding your tears.

Jungkook just blinks at the ceiling. “That wasn’t right.” But then everyone's smiling. Happy because he's talking, happy because it looks like the seizure didn't do any lasting damage. Jin rests his head on the coverlet and sighs a happy sound. All too relieved to hear Jungkook act something like himself. Wordlessly Jin brings Jungkook's wrist to his face, pressing his nose to his scent gland.

The hospital room isn’t big enough for all of you let alone when more staff enter the room along with someone who Namjoon must know, because she instantly starts listing off different medical jargon. Asking Jungkook how many fingers she's holding up, Namjoon's name, then testing his reflexes on his hands and toes. Stress tests and memory tests.

One moment you’re standing in the doorway and then the next you’re pressed to the wall between Tae, Jimin, and Hobi.

The hospital room isn’t big enough for all of you let alone when more staff enters the room along with someone whom Namjoon must know, because she instantly starts listing off different medical jargon and refers to him by name.

One moment you’re standing in the doorway and then the next you’re pressed to the wall between Tae, Jimin, and Hobi. Tae opens the door and gestures. You step out because it’s surely more important that Namjoon Jin and Yoongi get at Jungkook right now even if your heart clenches painfully at leaving Jungkook.

Jimin is still vibrating out of his skin, has been since Jungkook opened his eyes. But Tae tugs him in for a hug in the hallway. You don’t realize you’ve been holding your breath until you watch him hug her back. But Jungkook was Tae and Jimin’s packmate first. It’s no wonder that this has shocked them both closer, their fight forgotten.

Or mostly forgotten, you watch as Jimin wraps his arms around her slowly, like he's not sure he's allowed.

Hobi jogs you out of your starting, turning your face towards his and, looking at you intently. Eyes flickering down to your chin and then to your eyes. You forget what he’s looking at until his fingers skim below your lips and you feel pain.

You drag your arm across it and it leaves a small rusty trail in its wake on the sleeve of Tae's jacket, just another stain on it. Oh, you fell during the blast and banged your face, you'd almost forgotten.

“Tripped, banged my face on the sidewalk.” it's close enough to the truth that the lie goes unnoticed. Hobi makes a sound, holding your elbow. Squeezing it reassuringly.

“I’m gonna get some snacks from the vending machine, can I get you something?”

“Didn’t eat dinner” you say, staring down at Hobi’s red Converse. There are scuffs on the linoleum and a drop of blood someone must have missed. You wonder who it’s from, another person from the emergency room probably. “You sure Jin and Joon won’t be angry if my dinner is just sweets?”

Tae is close enough to overhear, and she rubs her cheek across the top of Jimin’s head, scenting him sweet (or trying to.) “Yeah- junk food isn’t exactly the most nutritious.”

You stumble, stepping close, swaying suddenly on your feet. Hobi catches you around the shoulders and for a second, you must look like the mirror image of Tae and Jimin.

Hobi's scent smarts with worry and he pushes you back, making you sit down. “They can live with it, she deserves a special treat. I’m getting you a Band-Aid.” Tae looks like she wants to argue with Hobi, then doesn’t.

Hobi gets Skittles and Peanut Eminem’s and two bags of funyuns that you pick apart while you wait for the doctors to be done. The colorful packages are scattered across your lap as he tilts your head to put the Band-Aid on your chin (gotten from a helpful nurse). Fingers that tenderly curve under the wide part of your jaw, drumming there.

Tae nibbles on a peach ring. Inside Jungkook's hospital room, it isn't quiet, but the four of you are silent with exhaustion listening in. Jin sounds relieved, and the low grumble from your mate sounds just as happy.

Jimin still isn’t speaking much, just pacing back and forth in front of Jungkook’s door. When you say you feel nauseous, Hobi gets up and gets you ginger ale too. You know there just isn’t much for him to do, alpha instincts and no omega to cool them but you. Hobi holds your hand, he doesn’t say that Jungkook’s going to be okay. He doesn’t say anything but.

“Which are your favorite?”

The back of Skittles jingles and he picks out all the green ones, lining up his pants in an orderly little row for you to grab when the ones you suck on go small enough.

You don't realize you're crying until he gets you a tissue, dabbing at your cheek. "There you go, Kookies gonna be fine. He's always fine." His voice goes slower, honeyed.

You rest your cheek on his shoulder, and he lets you. “You got a pair of headphones?” Your breath is shaky, and you think you might be shaking apart right now if it wasn’t for Hobi.

Namjoon stares at the packages for a second too long when he exits the door. His hair is pushed up like he’s run his fingers through it, but he doesn’t smell quite as worried as he did before. He looks at the package and you shrink underneath his disapproving stare.

He all but snaps his fingers, “Tae, would you please go get some real food.” Hobi does not flinch at Namjoon’s cross-tone, even as Tae shoots to her feet and chirps "Yes alpha!"

Hobi doesn’t do anything but stare Namjoon down, put a pink starburst on his tongue, slowly.

Jimin keeps pacing.

“We’re sleeping here tonight.” It’s not an order or a request- your pack alpha has decided that this is too great a danger to separate you so you won’t separate. Neither of you pipes up anything to the contrary, now is not the time for contrary voices.

Jimin is still pacing. Black leather shoes smoothed and silent, barely acknowledging the pack alpha.

He’s making you anxious, your scent sour even to your own nose as your eyes track him back and forth. Namjoon pulls you to your feet, hand lingering on the back of your neck. “Will you be okay in those clothes pup? Or should someone go home and get your things?”

You hear the request for what it is; Namjoon is asking you if you think the alphas need a nest to settle if you think they need a change of clothes and things that smell like pack tonight for sleep and safety. he's leaving this up to you.

Your hands stay buried in the pockets of Tae’s white floral jacket. Hoping he doesn’t notice the soot smudge on your shoulder. “It'll be fine just-” your eyes are half glassy, “are you sure Koo will be okay?”

The pack alpha pulls you to his front, and one of the nurses passing by gives you both a look, you have to get on your tippy toes to kiss him. "of course he's going to be, we're making sure of it" Namjoon promises.

"I meant like, without a nest."

Namjoon laughs, and you watch the stress melt off his shoulders. he turns, guiding you inside with a peculiar look over his shoulder at Hobi. “I’m sure he’d love it if you’d help him make one. he already wants to start"

Jungkook looks a little bit better, with less of a pale-yellow flush to his face and more of a healthy glow. pouting down at the blankets and complaining that they're too rough.

For someone who looks so physically well/muscles defined even when they’re not flexed, it’s always a bit startling to see him lying prone and exhausted, lights dim to avoid the risk of another seizure.

Tae comes back with some food, and you all eat in silence, white Styrofoam containers balanced across your knees. The faint crinkle and drag of plastic spoons scraping plastic bowls. Jungkook eats hospital food. Nibbles it, and doesn't throw it up. One of the side effects of the medication is nausea.

The only one not at ease is Jimin, who doesn’t eat, sitting tacitly in the corner watching each of you, getting up occasionally to pace. The pack let him work off his restless energy until it’s clear it’s making Jungkook restless too. Shifting and watching him. His request of, “Minnie will you come and sit by me?” goes unanswered as Jimin flexes his hands from open palm to open fist again and again.

Jungkook watches the jello in his plastic tray jiggle with the force of Jimin's pacing, back and forth. Back and forth. Tae sighs, and Yoongi stiffens.

He goes like that, pacing one two three steps just in front of Tae before turning. He falls apart like this until Jin steps up to intercept him, and Jimin rocks to a stop rather than crash into him. He’s put his hands on Jimin’s shoulders, fingers digging into the tense ball there. Moving quicker than any of you thought possible.

“Breathe.” Comes his terse request. A little broken, a little begging. But Jimin’s alpha will never willingly disobey an order from his pack omega, that’s what’s happening, isn’t it? Jimin’s alpha has taken over, took over the second he saw Jungkook lying between those two tables in the coffee shop. All instinct and no Jimin, all fear and pulse and get them safe get them home get them out.

But it’s like Jimin’s lungs are pried open from it. He gasps, and Jin pulls him in for a thorough scent mark, systematically dragging his teeth from ear to ear, hard enough to leave dull red lines in his wake. You watch Jimin’s eyes dilate and constrict, plush lips parting in a gasp. Looking at you.

Jin licks his teeth after, “There you go.” You don’t know if you’ve ever seen Jin settle Jimin or if you’ve ever seen him settle any of the alphas like this. Jimin asks for bites again and Jin obliges. Bending over him to drive his teeth, to nip Jimin's skin pink between his teeth. Bite after bite Jimin’s body relaxes inch by inch.

And so does the rest of the pack, underneath the covers, Jungkook shifts his hips, splaying them a little wider. Relaxing as Jimin goes boneless.

Jin’s voice is a dark croon, the tone he reserves only for Jimin and maybe Namjoon sometimes. He's a little firmer when the more dominant alphas need his touch. Jimin feels it as delicately as Yoongi's soothing thumb on the side of your thumb when Jin pinches his cheeks and shakes him a little bit.

“Now, do you want to tell Omega why you’re upset?”

“S’my fault” Jimin sways on his feet, closer to Jin’s touch than back again. a planet in orbit. the rest of the pack watched transfixed. You see Hoseok perk up slightly. “Wasn’t there.”

“Minnie, I know you,” Jin cups his cheek a little gentler. Fingers skimming stubble. “I know you,” Jin repeats, such an air of finality about it that you can’t doubt it to be true.

Jin could command the moon to shift its orbit and it would. “I know you’ll do whatever’s possible to protect the pack" Jimin's eyelashes flutter. "To your dying breath.”

“You don’t have to be so intense about it” Namjoon half snaps, any of them dying isn't what he wants to think about right now. But he's forgiven the second he realizes he's being too harsh, everyone’s a bit stressed right now.

Jin’s dark tone falls away as quick as it came, “But still- what happened with JK wasn’t your fault, isn’t that right kookie?”

Jungkook nods, eyes closed, licking his lips like he's tasting the settling in the air. “Not Jimin’s fault my brains fucked up, just how it is” Jin pecks Jimin’s head, pinning his blond hair flat. “See pup? Listen to the omega’s, You’re fine. Everyone's going to be fine."

Jin speaks the words so surely you almost believe it.

The hospital is a bit generous with the extra sleeping cots (Namjoon might have called his boss and asked him to pull privileges), and you get 3 that they roll up one on one side of Jungkook's hospital bed, and two more on the other side.

But you and Jin pile in just around him. Cuddled up close and scenting along his shoulders, sniffling and fluffing a few extra threadbare blankets around him in a makeshift nest, full of your jackets too.

You steal Tae's pants for the nest making, letting her untuck her nightdress and let it flutter around her. But when one of the nurses comes to the door Namjoon (panicked) throws himself across the exposed line of her honeyed thighs to conceal her nakedness. but she just giggles, she’s not some Victorian maiden full of virtue, but it makes Jungkook smile and scrunch his nose. and it feels like a win even if Namjoon's cheeks go bright red.

You cuddle up, trying fitfully to banish the medicinal scent by scenting him. It's sour and not all like him, but the medicine they give him for his seizures always makes him smell a little off for a few days. It’s no less distressing to you, but Jungkook just grins and tells the others to let you do what you need when you rest your body weight on top of him and stubbornly bury your face in his chest. His hand with the attached IV strewn across your back to cradle your ribs.

Before no time Jungkook is laughing and leaning into Yoongi’s stomach where he lies across the top of the bed. In no time he's taking a few bites of veggies and a few sips of water, eyes heavy. He is tried from the seizure and medication even if he puts on a brave face.

They’ll drag him into one more MRI in the morning just to be sure that nothing concerning has developed over time but until then, the beeping of Jungkook’s heart monitor is your lullaby. Every heartbeat is a new chance. You don't even mind the lumpy hospital pillow. The pack goes quiet when Jungkook's eyes flutter, when they shut and his breathing goes deep. yoongi puts his finger to his lips and jin shifts slowly, Jungkook's head resting on his thigh. your lovely packmate resting between jin's parted legs.

The rest of the pack falls like Domino’s once Jungkook's asleep. Hobi shucks off his jeans to be more comfortable and so does Yoongi. The room is full of heavy breaths and dreams waiting to swoop in. You struggle to settle until Hobi gives you one of his headphones, and you lie close to share them, one in each of your ears. he still has his sleepy time playlist, and it blocks out the sounds of the hospital. When Sleep takes you it's thankfully dreamless.

Somehow Hobi's hand finds your waist under the covers, bunching up and tangling in his sweatshirt. Clinging to you and holding on for dear life. His bare thighs between your thin leggings tangled up in the makeshift nest. Jin only glances at your particular closeness a few times.

Sleep evades jin until he gives up on it entirely. Nothing feels quite as good to Jin’s instincts as having all of his packmates sleeping in one room. Even if it's not quite good enough to get him to fall asleep himself. But still- Jin would rather they not be here; would rather they be in the nest at home.

That will have to wait until tomorrow.

The distant hum of the hospital and the sound of his dull typing fill the room. His work computer screen is the only light in the whole room besides the monitors. Jin's computer balanced on his back because Jin had to leave during a briefing on a low-level gang member and Koo said he didn’t mind being used as a computer rest so long as Jin kept running his hands through his hair. Jimin is curled up on the next nearest cot, within petting (and settling) distance if he should need it.

7 a.m.

A look at the clock says that the pack has 5 more hours until Jungkook is allowed to be discharged. Until then, Jin will get some work done and keep an eye on the rest. Namjoon sleeps by the door, he declined a cot on account of there not being enough room for the rest of them to sleep comfortably. Namjoon turns fitfully with every new person who walks by the door. He’s gone in and out of sleep a few times. If he flinches awake again, Jin will get him a cup of coffee.

Until then, there's paperwork and an endless array of evidence for Jin to examine.

There are documents he can look over again, the same ones, back and forth. There are about 300 crime scene photos for each murder that the family has committed in the last 6 months, it doesn’t hurt to skim them again and refresh his notes.

That boy from the coffee shop burned beyond recognition. A pair of 30 caliber bullets in his chest. One under his ribs the other in his head, evidence of deep lacerations and torture on his body, bitten tongue, and evidence of red paint under his fingernails. The only other bit of evidence.

The origin of these paint flecks have been a source of annoyance and frustration for jin and the rest of his coworkers. Maybe they're evidence from a third location between abduction and dumpsite? A bit of the killer's car scraped maybe? The paint was metallic, old-fashioned. After a few minutes, Jin moves on to other murders, other people who have lives and packs and dreams that the family extinguished.

Jin no longer spends hours looking at his picture. The one of Choi Beomgyu alive and grinning. He still gets weekly calls from his pack alpha, begging Jin for any updates and leads. Jin has stopped feeling guilty over being empty-handed.

Jin’s boss's crime scene photos are a little harder to look at if only because of the nausea that those photos bring. Although Jin has become so desensitized to them that his bloated face no longer makes his stomach swirl with revulsion. His missing hand, the torn stump of it induced post-mortem.

One burned and one drowned.

These two kills are by far the family's messiest and hastiest. Usually, they don't even find this much of the bodies. Just a few fragments of bone or a tooth in a pire. Most of the time people just disappear.

What did you know, he thinks, looking at the photograph of the boy and then his charred corpse, what did you know that you shouldn’t have? Why didn't they have time to properly make you disappear? Why couldn't they risk you talking?

It’s funny, out of all the evidence, he tries to look at your cookbook and the late Don and data’s autopsy reports the least. Their tox screen and that one page that might as well be your confession and Ahn Hyejin's (Jin compared the second handwriting to a sample they had on file and matched hers to it in about an hour). Their murder was a neat and tidy little thing, but it is the murder that got his boss killed so maybe Jin should treat it with more scrutiny.

But that’s so simple, it’s almost a wonder why such a slight thread of spider silk needed snipping. Or is Jin wrong and this is a thread that could send the whole thing crumbling down?

Jin’s not sure yet, but maybe after a few more hours of pouring over this, he will be.

It’s nearing 3 in the morning and Jin is still sifting through every little bit of information when a ding punctuates the quiet in the room. Jin panic smashes the mute button before any of his packmates stir.

A warm body away, Hobi lets out a particularly deep and easy breath, and Jin relaxes.

Jin’s first thought looking at the email, is that no one not directly connected to the bureau should be able to get ahold of his email address, let alone be able to send him anything.

The email doesn’t have a heading, and the email doesn’t even have a subject or a cc. Unlike half of Jin’s other correspondents to other people giving them guidelines and delegating tasks. It's only secure for him to look at these here because everyone’s eyes are closed.

On closer look, the sender is just a random email generated with an obscure amount of Xs. He hovers over it. Cursor blinking until he clicks it, he knows better than to click on the link without launching it on his firewall server but the contents of the email aren’t anything but a video and a short line of text.

Skip to 17:19:07 for the fun parts :)

The video isn’t infested with bugs planning on robbing his data and pilfering him for information. No, the data and danger is just right there when Jin skips ahead, Jin holds his breath as he watches the grainy imagery.

The security camera is an IPC-110 if the shitty quality is anything to judge by. Trust a parking garage to install the shittiest CCTV cameras on the market but still the blurry figures of two of Jin’s packmates is unmistakable as he watches. Jimin’s face terse and afraid, backing up against the wall and exchanging words.

The flash of light is so sudden it makes Jin flinch hard and Jungkook groans, before settling and smacking his lips. Jin hardly notices as he watches you and Jimin get thrown by the blast, tight nuckled watching Jimin tuck his body around you and shouting your name. Pauses the video just to look at Jimin's panic-stricken face. To see him yank you to your feet and put you in the car.

Jungkook makes another soft whine when Jin shifts him, jostling him “One second baby” Jin murmurs, putting his computer to the side. Your jacket is on the side of the nest, delicately folded into the border. Jin detangles it and brings it to his nose.

Fire, burning things, soot. The smell is unmistakable. If the timestamp is to be believed, this is the reason why you and Jimin weren’t at the coffee shop with Jungkook. Jin feels the last little bit of his frustration fade at this.

Oh, Minnie.

It’s no wonder why Jimin was too spooked to speak, why he’s been so laconic tonight. First you and then Jungkook so quick. The stress would have anyone shutting down, this is why Jin's smallest but strongest alpha was so quiet and afraid. Why he’d needed a bit of settling when usually he’s someone Jin can depend on during Jungkook’s seizures. One surprise is hard enough to handle.

Jin shifts his petting from Jungkook’s hair to Jimin’s, combing through his blond strands lovingly.

He rewinds the tape back to the beginning, as far back as it will go, and sets it to 3x speed. The first hour goes by in 5 minutes, The person on camera is in all black, but even in black and white Jin would know the kind of mask they wear. It's red at the top and a stunning grimace at the bottom.

He watches as someone slight and billowy, probably 5’7 in height- no 5’9- figure cuts through the cars, heading for Jimin’s like they know which one to go for. The CCTV footage doesn’t cut out at all. Usually, the family is better in concealing their crimes. Usually, they don’t even leave a hint of evidence.

Usually, they don't send the evidence to Jin.

Jin freezes the frame when the figure turns, with the mask fully facing the camera. It’s a traditional Korean mask, the same one Jin has seen photographed on the rest of the family. He drags up Google, doing a cursory search. The footage is in black and white but the images on file are all red and black.

He goes back to the first murder, those hands, the red paint chipped underneath fingernails and his breathing goes heavy.

He needs to go back to Beomgyu’s dumping site and see if there’s anything red, any other possible reason why he’d have that under his fingernails. Either that or this is all connected, and the same person who killed him is trying to kill you.

Jin's breath goes heavy when he thinks about what could have happened if Jimin hadn't been there.

Jin does not wake you and demand to know what happened, Jin keeps his breathing measured and shallow. Does not let his scent get sour enough to wake the others. Jin fully detangles himself from Jungkook and pauses to lean over you, thumb skimming the Band-Aid on your chin.

No one hurts his pack and gets away with it. No one.

He’ll think about what you know and why Jimin didn't tell him later. Poor thing was probably just too shocked to say anything. You might have convinced him that saying anything would have put Jungkook in distress. Jin's anger is a cool sort, it's not you that he's angry at.

It’s only 5 a.m. but Jin goes and gets a coffee anyways. When he gets back, he shoves it into Namjoon’s hands startling him awake. But one glance at the pack omega says that he means business. Shadowed face unreadable silhouetted against the bright and open hospital door.

“Get the doctor, we’re going home.”

~-~

You wake in the hospital bed, roused by Yoongi's gentle hand on your shoulder, feeling listless and sorer than ever with Hobi’s nose pressed to the nape of your neck and Jungkook at your front. You wonder when that started to feel normal. When Hobi cuddled you stopped feeling so forbidden.

you know that when you take off your clothes you'll find your front bruised from falling, that you'll find your body dinnged. you don't know what you'll say, how you'll excuse the marks away from them but in the meantime, you watch jungkook. get a washcloth from the bathroom and whipe his face for him, standing between his legs.

"do you want water? coffee? can i get you something before your MRI"

namjoon sighs heavy, "pup- he can't-"

jungkook leans into your hands, letting you drag the cloth over his face, it's as much grooming as you ever have, but jungkook just smiles up at you and shakes his head. "when we get home yeah?"

The golden light streams through the horizontal blinds and Jungkook shifts as he gets out of the hospital bed and into a wheelchair for his MRI, and you wait for him with the rest of the pack. Yoongi returns with bagels and coffee for everyone. The caffeine makes you all jittery.

After he's given a clean bill of health, Jungkook leaves the hospital under his own power, on his own two feet because he always needs that certainty. Declining the wheelchair that the staff offers because honestly, he’s fine, he'd run out of here if he didn't think namjoon would drag him right back inside.

You’re guided into Jimin’s car, Yoongi drives. Hobi is in the front, turning to look at you more than he should, asking you questions about what song you want to play. Really, it can go as loud as you want cuz Jungkook's in the other car. He asks too many for your brain to answer accurately. You're too tired too worn out too everything to answer.

But when you get home, there is even more movement too quick for your sleepy brain to comprehend. Jin has to go to work and so does Namjoon; something about a revision surgery that won’t take too much time and can't be rescheduled. He's barely changed and cleaned himself before he's heading out the door again. Definitely a bit too tired, but oh well.

But now at home, the rest of the pack has Jungkook well in hand and ready for a bit more babying. Jungkook will be fine by this evening. Is honestly fine now. Just a little tired of being poked and prodded and just needs to nest and rest.

Jin too seems distracted by something, checking his phone and kissing each of you on the forehead before he goes. You're tempted to whine and ask them to stay, if not for Jungkook then for you but before you can, Hobi grips both of your shoulders and tells Namjoon and Jin that he’s got it, and the moment gets stolen away from you.

“I’ll get your pajamas,” he says after the door thuds closed, while Jungkook says something to Yoongi. Noodle meows and darts around Tae's heels and Jimin carries Jungkook to the couch and gently, gently- sets him down. Your mate is distracted right now (as he should be) but that doesn’t mean Hobi can’t fill the gaps.

He thuds up the stairs, bare feet probably cold. The house is still cold from a night left empty even though Yoongi’s just turned the heat on.

Jimin gets a ding on his phone, standing up the second he’s seen it.

Unknown (9:18): I want to talk to you about a murder.

Unknown (9:18): One you might have a vested interest in.

The picture is grainy, but Jimin knows the faces of the two women like the back of his hand although Hyejin takes a few seconds of racking his brain to place. Jimin feels his blood cool to a simmer and the shaking in his hands stops. His phone dings a few more times, whoever's sending it through must be a fast texter, from a burner phone no doubt.

Unknown (9:19): Especially because of the sensitive nature of this, you understand why I’d want to meet in person.

Unknown (9:19): (See attached address)

Jimin's suspicions are immediately peaked, warning bells going off loud. But before he can do more than read over the messages again more come through.

Unknown (9:20): I’m willing to offer you 10x your normal rate for each kill. Two Mil upfront. And Three more when the hit is carried out. I understand how risky it is for you to even view these texts so here

Jimin watches the next notification from his bank account ding through and holds his breath.

Fuck, that's a lot of Zeros.

Unknown (9:20): As a show of my good faith in you. I'll see you in three hours. If not, enjoy the money.

Jimin holds onto the phone like it’s a lifeline, the black plastic case digging into his fingers. He knows it's stupid, he knows that it's dangerous, and a million other things but-

Jin's words ring in his ears. "I know you'll do whatever you have to do to protect the pack, until your dying breath."

The money means nothing to Jimin, he'd do this killing for free. Out of all the lives he's ever taken, this is the first one that maybe he's ever felt vindicated in. the first murder that he's ever truly wanted to commit.

He's gripping his phone so hard he doesn't move until you make a noise. And when he looks up at you, you have a glass of water in your hands, waiting there, watching him. There is still that fucking scrape on your chin. Jimin looks at it and his mind is made up. All of this karma has come due.

If Jimin's being honest with himself, it's not Moonbyul’s confrontation or her comments about you that had Jimin so bothered.

All that "you belong to me" kind of talk that bullshit alphas with something to prove say, like something out of a manhwa. If he's being honest, the thing that bothered him the most, that made him so very angry was how clearly you didn't want them, and how willing she was to ignore that.

He grins at you, tipping his head back and you think Jimin might look like more of a demon than a man.

“I have to go to work.”

“What?” Jungkook’s eyes go wide, and he reaches for Mini and tries to cling but Jimin steps away, sliding back on his still-warm shoes. “I thought you called out already?”

Jimin tugs on his coat, The one with the reinforcement in it, hard panels that flap just a little bit too stiffly. The shoulders that seem just a little too crisp.

"Sorry Koo it's an emergency."

You know just by looking at him that this isn’t for his other job. (You don’t think of bodyguarding as Jimin's real job, not when this one is so much more prescient and dangerous.) You follow him outside, the door closing with that same rusty jingle of the old doorknob.

“It’s not from her.” The words are quiet, stolen. The empty birdfeeder clangs in a sudden wind and you shiver, warm only for a few seconds without a jacket. Jimin’s hand skims your shoulder and he pushes at it, urging you to go back inside.

“It’s not just her who hires me, this isn’t related to her.” He lies effortlessly. Turning and making to walk away, you wrap your arms around him and almost make him fall down the stairs but he catches both of you, swaying at the bottom.

“Pup, you need to let me go,”

“No!” you cling to him stubbornly, “if I let you go something bad is going to happen!”

Jimin is so quiet you think you might not hear him. He stops struggling and trying to twist out of your arms for a second. “You’ve got to, I have to do this, please.” his tone is so calm, so gentle. Jimin is smiling down at you when you pull back to look up at him. He gently but forcefully separates you from him, hands holding yours and prying them apart.

“I’ve got too much to make up for. You have to let me do this.”

You have a bad feeling about this, your instincts that you should listen to. Walking into this so soon after Jungkook’s seizure. Is this punishment for leaving him? Jimin slips from between your hands. Walking to his car, and you feel a lurching in your gut like something terrible is about to happen.

You say nothing, watching him, heart beating quick. but you are powerless to stop him, powerless to keep him from leaving.

You wonder if this is how Yoongi felt, leaving them. Powerless.

“You'll come back? you've got to- you can't-" you can't leave us is what you want to say. Standing on the steps of the house, Jimin by his car.

"I'd never dream of leaving you." Jimin says, swearing it. And all the fight goes out of your sails.

"Be careful Minnie.”

He looks back at you, hair ruffled by the wind. All the snow from the night before has melted but the cold will stay.

“Always am.”

You nod, giving him permission and Jimin gets in his car. You return inside where it’s warmer. And Jimin turns it on, but before he has a chance to pull away from the curb, his phone lights up with another notification.

Unknown (9:27): Make sure to wear your mask.

~-~

The location on his phone is a lot more desolate in person, the scrub brush that’s that's grown in is thick enough to hide his car. Green by the river and poisoned into sticks here. Jimin parks far away among the maze of what must be four-wheeler tracks and walks in. mask on and gun at the ready.

The rusted metal of the industrial park rises out of the soil and the fog. It has to have been abandoned for years given how poor of a condition it's in. There are a few half-fallen-down buildings and one big complicated warehouse flanked on one side by a wide and slow-moving river. The soil smells strongly of gasoline and rust. The soil here is probably soaked through with it. Jimin wonders if would burn and catch fire if a spark was lit.

The traditional mask fits snugly on Jimin’s face, the hole at the mouth just large enough for him to not feel like he’s suffocating. Eye holes are wide enough to see and not block his peripheries.

The doors are cracked and nearly rusted shut with age but Jimin slides through a crack easily. He’s a whole hour early on purpose. This is all by design, every moment of this. Every second is orchestrated like a symphony;

Jimin is the violin, with high and pointed movements, drawing his weapon like a cymbal. The crunch of his boots on the floor the drums, every breath a crooning saxophone. His thoughts flute spiraling up like high delights. All of this builds to one big crescendo.

He doesn’t take out his phone to check the time. The upstairs is mostly unlit but Jimin doesn't use a light, just lets his eyes adjust. He waits, stalking quietly, completely silent in his movements.

Jimin is not nervous about this handoff, mostly, he’s just wondering who it is in the family that's finally betraying her. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t suspect that the conditions of this were a little too perfect. Money and all.

The main atrium of the industrial park is rusted up with age. Old metal shipping containers that used to hold smelting equipment or maybe molten metal long since rusted out even though the chains still hang from the ceiling. A suspended catwalk rings the room on all sides.

Jimin spends a few minutes casing the place, noting the exits, and the obvious places to hide. The old rusty fans at the apex of the roof turn and squeak softly from the wind outside. The whole place smells like chemicals and rust. It's all Jimin can do not to have a coughing fit.

It’s a wonder he doesn’t smell the blood sooner

(Trust me, I speak from experience. if you spend enough time around blood that's not your own, you’ll eventually be able to smell it. Even a drop in an empty room. like a hound the the hunt. You'll smell it.)

Jimin is almost done with logging the entrance and exits when he finds the body.

He rushes to their side, Jimin doesn’t recognize their face when he slides whats left of the traditional mask off their face, it's the same as his. Racking his brain to recognize the face but nothing. the masks is broken into pieces. A bullet between the eyes is a good shot.

Before Jimin can do anything, can decide if this is a setup or just a meet-up gone wrong, He hears footsteps behind him.

~-~

In the wake of Jin, Namjoon, and Jimin leaving, the rest of the pack is a bit forlorn. Jungkook is not so mobile, not so willing to make the trek upstairs. Worried about the stairs and any sudden seizures and all. But there is no shortage of cuddle spots on the ground floor, you've made many a nest in the living room before.

And besides, in such proximity to the kitchen, Jungkook can have all his treats this way.

Lately, it’s started to feel like the pack has several nests, the one upstairs, the nesting pod, and the one on the old grey couch when you shove all the pieces together. Yoongi indulges jungkook in half a bar of dark chocolate while you get some nesting materials. Blankets and your wet cheeks catching the dimmed lights.

You’re a little pouty and a lot quiet, and the others take note of it. Skimming comforting hands up and down your shoulders, always touching you like they’re making sure you’re there. They don't ask why you're upset at Jimin leaving. They don't have to wonder. you snap the blanket as you fluff it huffing.

Jungkook finds your angry nestmaking cute. he pulls you down on top of him nipping at your throat when you fuss a little too long. Testing out Jin's method of settling on you.

It’s surprising even to you when the action sparks tears in your eyes, the opposite he was hoping for. You rub at your wet eyes with a clenched fist stubbornly. It’s not even noon yet and you’re already crying. You're so exhausted by everything that’s happened in the last 24 hours, so tired. You can't be blamed for getting a little teary-eyed.

Tae reappears, freshly showered. Her shoulder-length hair already starting to dry. tilting your face up to her's and says "Oh my little dove-

She piles into the nest and upstairs you hear Hobi moving around. tae stradles jungkook's thighs and shifts the two of you, lying you all flat,

"Don’t worry about Minnie, he’s always had something to prove.” You rub at your tears stubbornly, sniffling and nodding. Jungkook threads his fingers through the back of your hair, a little indelicately. But he loves without boundaries, like a butterfly flapping its wings for the first time.

“But why-” your words are quiet but broken, “why does he always feel so-"

“Guilty?” Tae finishes for you, looking out the window in the direction that Jimin disappeared. Humming as she strips you of Hobi's sweatshirt.

Hobi appears at the bottom of the stairs smiling. "Are we talking about Jimin's guilt complex again?"

Your mate groans and finishes putting together a little snack board. "I swear we've probably had this discussion like- fucking 20 times?" Yoongi's not wrong.

You only get more teared-eyed, crying a little bratty, thumping weakly against jungkook's chest, he grabs your thigh and pulls you snug across his lap. "But why! Why does he feel like everything is his fault?"

Tae hides her sad smile behind a hand, and you're less upset looking at it. Calmed in a second, because they have talked about this you realize, everyone in the pack is well aware.

“I guess he feels guilty because," Tae sighs, "because he was so loved.” Tae's fingers dance along Jungkook's thigh, and you're all quiet. everyone is quiet when they hear tae talk about jimin. it's a little like listening to someone describe what it feels like listening to your favorite song for the first time, what it's like to taste your favorite food, the feeling of a first kiss.

Hobi comes close to tae, sets down a shirt and a pair of pants. "would you get them into this while i shower?" the curtains are drawn and hobi goes upstairs and Tae undresses you while she speaks. You're a doll, teary eyed and willing as she and Jungkook strip you and put you in clean clothes. You didn't realize how much you needed to not smell like hospital until it's done.

"The first love you lose always hurts you the most, whether that's romantic love or parental love doesn't really matters. Each person metabolizes it differently. Truthfully, I believe that Jimin lost love the first time and promised himself- never again."

Tae talks, playing with Jungkook’s hair. He pouts “he's never gonna lose us.” Tae hums, agreeing. But you can see in her eyes the sadness there. Wounds that might never heal and wanting that might never fade.

Yoongi sits down beside you and together, the three of you undress and dress Jungkook. He could probably do it himself just like you could, but he's a willing puppet, happy when Tae tickles his tummy and slides his shirt over his head.

A minute later, Hobi's back, wet head that drips onto your cheek when he leans over Jungkook's curled form to grab one of the grapes on the snack board that Yoongi made. And Tae stares off into space, thinking of Jimin, how they met and how they feel in love, everything between then and now.

Tae smiles just thinking of him. "i know that pup, he just- he can't let himself believe it no matter how much he wants too. It was really hard on him, how our parents treated us, Jimin has guilt built into him because they made him that way."

It's too simple of an explanation for what they went through. What does it mean to love a parent that hates you? Or at least to have a parent that does not strive to understand you. How many times did the words linger on Tae’s lips? Standing in the doorway wearing a little boy jersey and little boy clothes, listening to his mother talk about the things on the news.

Wondering, Mom, would you give up God for me?

Tae rests her cheek on her hand. Her nail polish has gotten all chipped, maybe she picked at it nervously while you were at the hospital. She has a habit of picking at it when she needs something for her hands to do.

“If Jimin had a religion- it would be love. And every time he feels even a little bit like he's not loving us the way he should, he beats himself up for it and guilts himself into loving harder, loving better. He considers a lack of love the greatest crime. So yeah, feeling guilty is par for the course."

Jungkook groans, tipping his head back against the sofa, “I’ve told him, I’ve told him a million times-“

“Doesn’t matter” Hobi interrupts, “he still hates it when he’s not there when you have a seizure. He's upset with himself, that's why he left. Giving him more love when he feels like he doesn't deserve it is like his worst nightmare.”

You think of the explosion. Of Jimin pining your body and putting himself between you and the blast. Maybe with Jimin it's so instinctual it's not even a conscious decision. You wonder if it ever gets easy, to make the decision to sacrifice yourself for the people you love. Does that make Mimin feel like he deserves them more? the sacrifice?

You don’t know if it would be as innate with you, You might have to think it through for a few seconds.

You don't like that. You don't like realizing that you'd need to think through it however briefly. You fear a world in which you don’t love him as much as he loves you, in which any of this isn’t reciprocal.

(But then again, most recipes have twice as much sugar as butter.)

You melt against Hobi’s side. “He shouldn’t,” you say, feeling useless, a little quieter, a little bit more upset. “He shouldn’t feel guilty, he loves us enough!” Tae’s hand rests on your ankle, and her laugh strikes high and sad.

Outside a mourning dove coos, a lonely soft sound.

“Trust me, I’ve been trying to love Jimin more than he loves me for my whole life. He wants to win the 'I love you more' debate every time.”

~-~

The Industrial Park is different than Jin remembers.

It rises a little more jagged against the surrounding area of 3-meter-high brush that disguises a network of other dilapidated sheds and half flooded buildings. Jin recites what he knows about this place; the facts.

An iron processing plant, decimated by the flood of a nearby river 2 dozen years ago and bought through a shell corporation. Vacant land with so many entrances and exits. A veritable hotbed and the perfect body dumping site. construction on a housing development delayed on account of how expensive the environmental clean up.

He scans the building for red paint.

He can be forgiven for not seeing Jimin’s car, parked on the fringes. The opposite side from where Jin came in because Jin had to stop at the office first. Jin can be forgiven for having his blinders on, so focused with single-minded intent that he misses some of the signs. The smell of gasoline drowns out Jimin's vanilla scent.

Jin sees the fresh footprints in the dirt and draws his weapon.

That's the whole reason why it took him so long to get here, (why Jimin got here first even though he left second) He couldn't just go into an unknown setting alone unarmed, he'd had to stop back at the office to grab his vest and his FBI-issued firearm, a standard-issue Glock 17. Forghein and unwelcomed in his hands.

Even Jin will admit that he’s not the best marksman, (Jin had barely passed his exam a few years back, and continually has to study and practice for his re-certification every 6 months.) Jin does not prefer to be armed. If he wasn’t alone, if he didn’t go by himself for this, He might not have brought his weapon at all.

Jin enters through the front door; the old hanger doors are already open. Feet crunching on the gravel. Jin can feel his heartbeat in his fingers, how hard he’s holding the gun, he’s never had to discharge it during a field excursion before. How unbecoming of a director, how green of him. He lacks this experience.

The tip of the weapon shakes because he's holding it so hard. Jin feels like he can feel the breath of unseen eyes on the back of his neck. Someone is here, he knows it.

Jin walks into the atrium, gun at the ready, turning the corner when he sees them.

One masked man is bending over another a body, already strewn across the floor and dead. the man's mask litters the floor in red shards. Jin sees the gun in the living man's hands, gloved, Jin snaps his hand up and aims before he can really take in the details of the scene.

“Stop! FBI! Put your hands where I can see them!”

The man at the other end of the room tilts his head and does not speak, red mask flashing in the half-light. There is a single breath where the man does not move, just looks at Jin with that tilted face. silent. But then he takes off, running like his life depends on it. bolting down a corridor and out of range of Jin’s accuracy on the best of days.

Jin fires a shot and misses. It hits the metal wall with a loud clink and a bright spark, ricocheting off into space.

Jin curses and takes off after the killer, skidding in the dust and bashing into the wall, gun banning against the door with a loud metallic clang as he slides through it, running from hall to hall trying to get a good shot.

Every time Jin crests a turn and tries to aim, the man rounds another, darting through the maze of hallways and shipping containers.

Jin has longer legs and is taller and faster than his target. He catches up to them by the stairs, the man turns and hesitates again. If Jin were less adrenaline high he might already realize they've tucked their gun away.

“Stop or I’ll shoot!”

The criminal bolts up the stairs and Jin goes too. Up and up and up onto the catwalk. Feet clangs against the metal, the suspended walkway sways under the force of their steps, The chains clanking.

And then, at the very end, he stops.

Jimin turns, casting one glance back at him. And hesitates, the mask catches the light again. And Jimin reaches up, about to take it off. The words, "Stop baby it's me." Already hovering on the edge of his lips.

He never gets the chance to say them. Jin’s finger finds the trigger, and the gun fires in a gorgeous explosion of gunpowder and force. Fire made small, and love made lethal.

Jimin hits the wall from the force of the bullet, hitting the latch at the back of his head.

The mask falls off.

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Notes:

Everybody lives nobody dies.

Let me repeat that again NOBODY DIES, no one, not even Jimin. He’s just gonna be a little bloody from this, that’s all, before you get angry and yell at me.

I could have made this more convoluted, but I decided not too because…I simply did not want to stage a chapter between this one and the next one.

Jimin’s autistic meltdowns look a whole lot like mine do, I know they’re not typically what other people associate with meltdowns. But going nonverbal and stimming with your body (pacing) is very on par with me.

I felt like we needed to see a little bit of the jinmin dynamic before you know…Jin shoots him, just for funsies. And to talk about how Jimin loves.

A lot of people expressed a desire for Jimin to have some sort of concenquence for the way he treated Tae when she came out, just the part where he needed space, and for him not helping the m/c when he could have. I think this is his penance for that, getting shot by Jin, getting betrayed- however unintentionally- by someone he loves is the justice for those moments. I’ve always been stalwart on the fact that the bily charecters act sort of terribly sometimes because real people act terribly too, they’re dynamic in the way that they love and handle their actions.

On the subject of like- who framed what and explaining the events of the chapter, moonbyul and Hyejin are orchestrating everything. They pay Jimin MOSTLY because they know how suspicious it is and are trying to do anything they can to expose Jin to him. The scene in the industrial park goes exactly the way they wanted it too…accept that Jimin will live. They didn’t count on Jin being a poor shot lol

They are trying not only to manipulate the m/c away from the pack, but destabilize them to try and make the m/c come to them. Having one packmate kill another is definitely they way they wanted to do this. They’d 1000% just kill everyone if they thought that would give them the m/c but they’re attempting to manipulate her into coming to them rather than just abducting her point blank.

Funnily enough this is one cannon-cannon event of bily like, Jin was always going to shoot Jimin. If you go back and forth in other chapters you can see that Jin is almost constantly touching Jimin’s shoulder. It’s up to you if you think that Jin’s bullet got close enough to Jimin’s heart to kill him or if by some luck he survived

That’s a lie I can’t lie to you guys he’s 1000% going to live through this I can’t keep secrets from you guys, no one dies in this story even if it seems like they might at times we only have one more almost death to get through.

I feel like this chapter had less flowery language than my usual ones in part because it’s got a bit from Jin’s pov and also because everyone is so scared and frozen through the whole thing.

I cannot even begin to tell you how much less stressful the next chapter of bily is than my life, like i would rather GET SHOT AGAIN then be where i currently am, with the same level of anxiety that i have.

i wish i had time to edit this more but alas! its only 2 hours until i'll post this and i'm just finishing it up.

[katnisspeetaprim]

Careless Live

Jungkook/Reader (part of the LS series)

Summary: Y/N's waters break that morning, and Jungkook appears on live stream whilst she rests.

Warnings: pregnancy, labour, birth (not described), foreign reader (not Korean, country not specified), female reader.

(A.N guys, I literally have no idea what I'm talking about when it comes to pregnancy. I just had this idea I couldn't get out of my head.

Word count:831 M.list

‘Y/N’s water broke this morning, we called the emergency number but the woman said we would be turned away if we went in so early.’ Jungkook paused, chin coming to rest on his fist.

‘It’s annoying because it’s snowing quite bad so I don’t know if the ambulance will get though and I don’t have a car here... So yeah I’m just worried.’

ARMY in chat began sending in comforting messages, doing everything they could to calm the distressed man before them. Where is Y/N and how is she doing a lot were asking.

‘Y/N is trying to get some rest in the bedroom before it’s time to give birth. That’s why I’m doing this live, so I’m not alone. I think I would break down if I were left alone with my thoughts.’ He let out a humourless laugh.

You and Jungkook had travelled back to your home country to visit your family before giving birth back in Korea. The two of you thought it would be fine, having gotten the greenlight from the doctor days prior that you would be ok to fly. Since you were still about a week away from due at this point, he didn’t see an issue with it.

Being stuck in your families isolated house, alone in a snow storm was definitely  not part of the birth plan.

Jungkook was just sat there, looking over the screen as more and more messages of support flooded in. As he said, he wasn’t really live to talk, he just wanted company whilst you rested.

‘Maybe I should call the ambulance again just in case...’ He mumbled to himself, eyes cast to the side as he thought about what to do.

‘Kook...’ his eyes widened when he saw your tired frame shuffle into view, one hand cradling your swollen stomach and the other supporting yourself on the wall. He was up in a flash, practically leaping over the sofa to get to you. He swiftly slid his left arm around your waist and his right hand came to grab onto your elbow, supporting you with his hold.

‘Noona why did you get up!? You should have called me!’

‘My contractions-‘ You cut yourself off with a gasp as pain shot through you.

‘Do you think it’s time?’ Jungkook gasped out, unable to mask his worry, no matter how excited he was in that moment. All you could do was nod, pain making it impossible for you to talk.

‘Let’s go back to the bedroom and I’ll call the ambulance. Can you still walk?’ You nodded and started shuffling along with great difficulty, luckily the bedroom was right next to the living room.

As the two of you left the room, the live show which Jungkook had completely forgotten about was still going. ARMY were spamming chat and all of BTS’ social media pages, trying to let them know that they were still being recorded, wanting to be respectful of the idol and his family. While they now couldn’t see either of you, they could still hear your pained screams and Jungkook’s panicked voice as he spoke to the emergency services. Heck, even all the other BTS members took to blowing up Jungkooks phone trying to get his attention.

It wasn’t till about half an hour later when a frantic Jungkook was seen leading a crew of paramedics through the house, did the live finally get cut off.

A lot of people were angry at how slow Weverse had been to end the live. Whilst people knew that it was Jungkook’s responsibility to monitor his own live stream, in an emergency situation like this something should have been done sooner than it was. People were saying that Weverse should be doing a better job of monitoring what was happening on their website and ended the live remotely as soon as you appeared to be in labour.

In the days following when everything had calmed down somewhat, you best believe me when I say that Jungkook got the scolding of his life from his hyungs! How could he be so careless!? They would berate him on a FaceTime call after cooing over his new baby. Parent now or not, he was still their maknae, which means they will never stop making sure he is on the right path.

Going back to late morning, the day after your labour the previous night, Jungkook had once again taken to Weverse to compose a message to his anxious fans.

‘Hello! I suppose I owe everyone an apology for causing some panic last night, that was never my intention...

I just wanted to let everybody know that early this morning my beautiful daughter was born! Both mom and baby are healthy and we couldn’t be happier! Please understand that at least for now, we would like to keep all aspects concerning our daughter, including her name private. I hope you all understand and continue to support me during this time.

Love, JJK <;3’

[matchagator]

Clash | jjk (Mature) Ch. 5

Chapter 5 is here! Only one chapter left before the end of Clash 😭 Thank you to everyone who has shown this story some love! It's been a special project for me and the love it has received is truly appreciated! 💜 Love you guys.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9

{Main Pairings:} Jeon Jungkook x Female Reader

{Rating:} 18+

{Genre:} Slice of Life | Neighbors

{Summary:} You're a new resident in your very first apartment excited to enjoy the simple life of adulthood. Unfortunately for you, you continue to run into unruly neighbors no matter how much you try to keep to yourself.

{Warnings:} Mature Language, Enemies to Lovers, Hostility, Mild Angst, Sexual Tension, Banter, Smut, Mild Degradation, Sexual Content, Prank Wars, Unprotected Sex , Awkward Tension, Fluff, Oral Sex, Teasing. (This list will be updated as each part gets released)

After another weekend of rest and recovery, you’re finally able to resume your typical everyday activities since your sprained ankle is now completely healed from your unfortunate fall. Your long day at work is finally over and you utilize your free time to get in a jog to a local Vietnamese restaurant to indulge in one of your favorite meals.  

The wind feels cooling against your damp skin as you power through your jog. You roam the sidewalks leading to a small strip of businesses a few blocks from your apartment, spotting the restaurant as you step up to the curb.

You slow your pace to a walk as you notice a group of dark clouds looming overhead, suddenly worried that your trip home might be in the middle of the pouring rain. You hope for the best as you pull open the large glass door leading into the establishment, a delicious aroma wafting in your direction as you walk inside. 

The welcoming decor of the establishment brings a smile to your lips as you recognize some of the employees you often see on your visits. You can feel your mouth watering as you glance around for a table, your eyes suddenly finding two familiar figures sitting at a table in the far corner of the restaurant. 

Your mouth practically drops open as you notice Jungkook sitting beside his friend Taehyung, dressed in his paramedic uniform. You can’t help but wonder if he is finishing work or if he is going in for the night shift. You drop your stare as you glance around to see if your usual table is available. You sigh once noticing a couple sitting together at your usual booth, shifting your gaze to seek out another location. 

There is a small booth available toward the back nestled right beside Jungkook and Taehyung’s table. You hang your head down as you make your way over, noticing Taehyung make eye contact with you before you watch him nudge Jungkook gently. You steal a few glances in their direction as the two men whisper to each other.

Your focus remains on the available booth before seeing Taehyung’s arm shoot in the air to gesture you over toward them. You glance up, debating whether you should simply smile and take your seat, or actually walk over to make conversation with them. You figure it’s better to keep your distance given the fact that you and Jungkook have yet to figure out what’s going on between you. 

Ultimately, it’s Jungkook’s alluring smile that draws you over, his chiseled jaw and smile perfectly exposed since his hair is tied back for work. You offer the two men a smile as you walk over, shyly waving as Taehyung’s handsome features brighten at your presence. 

“Hey.” You speak softly as Taehyung stands to greet you, motioning toward the empty space beside Jungkook. 

“Please, join us.” Taehyung insists, obviously way too amused to see you accepting his invitation. You hesitate, peering down to see Jungkook’s smile falter for a moment, providing you with a rare snapshot of him suddenly appearing shy.

Jungkook shifts within the booth to sit closer to the wall, allowing you some room to join them as one of the waiters make their way over to your table. You slide into the booth beside Jungkook, making sure to keep a space between you as the waiter places an extra pair of chopsticks and utensils down beside you before offering you a friendly nod of his head. “What would you like to drink?” 

“Just a water, please.” You answer as he offers you a menu. You happily accept as the waiter leaves to grab your drink. You glance over to see Jungkook and Taehyung staring at you, your cheeks instantly turning red from all of the attention. “How are you guys?” You offer, watching as Taehyung leads the conversation.

You’re surprised to see that Jungkook’s usually overpowering demeanor completely vanishes, exposing a more timid version of himself. You figure it has something to do with the fact that Taehyung invited you to join them, leaving Jungkook to cope with the same awkwardness you feel when it comes to your attraction to one another. 

“Good, I just got off and Jungkook’s shift starts in a couple of hours,” Taehyung responds confidently as if he’s completely comfortable with holding a conversation with you, despite the fact that you’re almost a complete stranger. Taehyung observes your athletic attire, looking toward Jungkook to see him fiddling away with his phone. Taehyung shoots him a pointed glare before turning his focus back on you. “So, did you just go to the gym?”

He must have remembered Roxanne telling them about your love for the gym, causing you to glance down at your clothing. “Oh, no I jogged here.” You correct him, noticing that your words seem to stir Jungkook from his phone. He rotates his body to face you, a surprised expression glued to his features. 

“You know, it’s supposed to rain.” Jungkook finally speaks, reminding you that you may very well be walking home in the rain. 

“A little water won’t kill me.” You shrug your shoulders, watching as Jungkook’s eyes shimmer with amusement.

He offers you a smirk as the waiter returns to take your order. You order your favorite selection of Pho, excited to indulge in a warm broth with rice noodles. Jungkook follows your lead except he selects a different protein for his while Taehyung opts for a rice bowl instead. 

Once your waiter walks away, Jungkook lets out an amused scoff, shifting his gaze in your direction. “What?” You ask defensively, watching his shy demeanor fade as the cockiness you’re familiar with returns. 

Jungkook raises his eyebrows, running his tongue over his lip piercing as he leans back in the booth. “I didn’t have you pegged for someone who likes Pho.” He’s clearly talking about your choice of meal.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me, ass.” You respond in just the same manner in which he spoke to you back in the elevator earlier this week. 

His smirk only widens as he stretches an arm out on the top of the booth seating, spreading his legs to slouch in his seat. There is a clear flirtatious tension between the pair of you which causes Taehyung to reach for his drink. Jungkook told him about your night of heated passion, which only serves to spur him on in trying to get his best friend to seek out something with you. It was clear to Taehyung that Jungkook couldn’t get you out of his mind and he was determined to get you two together. 

“He is an ass, isn’t he?” Taehyung teases, as Jungkook glares in his direction.

“Shut up.” Jungkook barks playfully as a giggle escapes your lips. 

You offer Jungkook a flirtatious stare, your eyes wide with mischief. “And kind of a brat.” You add, watching as Jungkook’s eyes darken at your teasing. 

“Watch yourself, princess.” He threatens, pressing his tongue into the side of his cheek before staring you down as if a hunter waiting for his prey. A shiver courses through your spine as his eyes bore into you, similar to the stare he gave while he fucked you senselessly on your kitchen counter. 

The tension is thankfully interrupted by the serving of your meals, allowing you to turn your attention to the warm broth seeping steam from your bowl. You lick your lips as the waiter places a plate of basil and bean sprouts in front of you and Jungkook before giving Taehyung his bowl of rice and fried pork belly. 

You reach forward to collect some bean sprouts, suddenly feeling something brush with your hand. You quickly notice Jungkook’s tattooed fingers skim against yours as your hands collide in an attempt to collect accompaniments to your food. You both pull your hands back instinctually as Jungkook clears his throat. “Ladies first.” He gestures to the plate as you collect a few bean sprouts to drop into your bowl, alongside plucking a few leaves of basil. You finally grab a couple of jalapeños to toss into the broth before reaching for your chopsticks. 

Jungkook watches as you skillfully manipulate your chopsticks to stir and collect your noodles. You lean forward to take your first taste of the savory meal, feeling Jungkook’s stare through the side of your skull. You slurp your noodles as politely as possible before raising your eyebrows in his direction. 

Jungkook simply smiles as he reaches for his own toppings. “You just impress me.” He admits, causing your cheeks to ache as a large smile invades your expression. 

As the three of you indulge in your meals, you and Taehyung begin discussing a specific series you’ve been binge-watching on Netflix while Jungkook happily stuffs his face with a warm delicious meal. You’re surprised to find the company is actually quite pleasurable, discovering that you have more in common with the two men than you originally expect. While you and Taehyung share similar interests in television series, you discover that you and Jungkook have very similar music preferences. You were quick to call his music shit since it’s always being blared across your apartment wall. Now that you actually take the time to discuss what genres he enjoys, you find similarities to your own preferences. 

As you slurp your last bunch of noodles from your chopsticks, you gently lick your lips clean as you set the utensils down across the top of your bowl. Jungkook has already finished his meal alongside Taehyung who were now discussing something that happened at work the following week. 

A loud clap of thunder pulls your attention as your eyes frantically glance toward the large windows at the front of the restaurant. “Shit.” You mumble under your breath, realizing that your only way home is now in the pouring rain. You watch as the rain pounds against the glass, the wind causing the weather outside to blur the image of the street ahead. 

Jungkook hears the concern in your voice as he follows your line of vision, noticing the change in weather as Taehyung kicks his shin from underneath the table. Jungkook’s eyes flash wildly at his friend, covering his grunt with a clear of his throat. “You know, if you ask nicely��” Jungkook begins to tease, leaning into you as he whispers in your ear. “I’ll drive you home.”

You let out an amused laugh, glaring in his direction as you challenge his stare. “I don’t need your help.” You speak confidently, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “I can manage on my own.” 

Taehyung’s eyes widen in amusement as he brings his cup to his lips, watching the interaction unfold between you and Jungkook. Jungkook narrows his eyes, almost offended that you refuse his offer. “Don’t be stubborn, Y/N.” His voice is low, almost threatening as he motions back towards the window. “It’s thundering and lightning out there.” 

“So?” You offer knowing that accepting his kindness would be your safest way home. Part of you wants to spend more time with Jungkook, however, you can’t help but continue making things challenging between you.

Jungkook presses his tongue to the inside of his cheek, fighting back a growl as he leans forward to invade your personal space. “Y/n, please let me drive you home.” His voice is soft yet it holds the intensity of his intentions. You falter, stunned that Jungkook genuinely seems concerned about you walking home on your own. You make eye contact with him, feeling an electric pull to the man in front of you as you seemingly get lost in his deep brown hues. 

“Okay.” You finally answer, your voice almost a whisper as he smirks in triumph, his genuine concern still visible behind his irises. 

—

The rain pummels against your skin as you hold your hands up over your head. Jungkook is rushing ahead of you, desperately pressing the button of his key fob to unlock the doors of the black BMW parked against the curb. He pulls open the passenger door just in time for you to crawl inside his car, shivering slightly from the cold moisture on your skin and the damp clothes clinging to your body. 

You watch as he shuts the door, the sound of the rain becoming muffled from within the car as you watch him run around the front to sneak into the driver’s seat. You momentarily hear the rainfall become louder until you are both encased inside the vehicle. You laugh as you glance down at your attire, your sports bra is now fully visible through your white tank top, the fabric completely unforgiving as you cross your arms in front of your chest.

Jungkook equally shares a chuckle as he shyly smiles, passing his hands over his face to wipe off the raindrops that dripped down from his soaked hair. His work uniform is clearly completely drenched, the rain refusing to spare him from its brutal attack. He quickly presses the ignition button, listening as the low hum of the BMW roars to life.

“Damn it.” He groans, knowing it would take a good while to dry himself off before heading to work. You bite your lip nervously, shivering as the air conditioning begins to swirl around you, causing chills to rake through your body. Jungkook is quick to notice how cold you seem, his hand quickly switching on the heat as he starts to fiddle with the buttons of his uniform shirt. 

You blink back your surprise, watching as each button pulls apart to reveal a white tank top beneath the fabric. Jungkook pulls the shirt from his body, tossing it into the backseat as he holds his hands out towards the vents to warm up with the hot air. His complete sleeve of tattoos is exposed to you once again, causing you to pause and admire the details up close. At first, you notice an image of a clock before finding an orange lily tattooed close beside it. You keep grazing your eyes over the canvas, noticing a microphone, snake, and the words bulletproof written in blue lettering. You want to ask him about them, but you settle with holding your hands out, sighing in relief as the cold air morphs into a comforting warmth.  

“You okay?” Jungkook asks, noticing the way your body continues to shiver despite the building heat in the car. “Here.” He leans forward, reaching across you to shift the vents in your direction. You lean back from the close contact, your heart already pounding in your chest from the reality of being inside Jungkook’s car, alone with the man that still haunts your inner thoughts.

You offer him a gentle smile as your body suddenly becomes still, relishing in the comfort of the heat as Jungkook presses a button beside your seat. “That should make you warm.” He adds as you realize he turned on the seat warmers. 

“Thank you.” You finally mutter out, finding his eyes once again as his pupils draw you in like a moth to a flame. You simply stare at each other for a moment, completely lost in each other as gravity seems to pull you closer together. It isn’t until you are mere inches away from each other that you realize it, moving your hands back to cross in front of you. 

Jungkook’s eyes drop to follow the movement of your arms. He can’t help but notice the black sports bar peeking through the now see-through fabric of your tank top, his eyes drinking in the sight of your mounds as he fights the urge to reach out and grab them. He remembers the feeling of your body against his, his mind reeling at the thought of taking you in the backseat of his car. 

He quickly snaps out of his sinful delusions, turning his attention back onto the road and focusing on getting you home. As Jungkook fastens his seatbelt, you quickly do the same, watching as he leans back into his seat before moving the gearshift out of park. 

You find yourself holding your breath as Jungkook skillfully pulls the car out into the street from its parallel parking, the engine revving as you lean back in the seat. The radio is turned down, allowing you to hear nothing but the sound of Jungkook’s breathing and the rain pounding on the windshield. You tuck your bottom lip between your teeth as you fiddle with one of the wet strands of your hair. “Thanks for driving me home.” You speak softly, watching as Jungkook rests his tatted arm on the gearshift, the other casually gripping the steering wheel.

A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, his eyes remaining on the road ahead. “Better than watching you walk down the street like that.” He teases, raising his eyebrows as he flicks his gaze back onto your body. You gasp, smacking your hand across his shoulder as you use your free arm to cover your chest. 

“And here I thought you were a gentleman.” You snap, rolling your eyes as Jungkook playfully chuckles at your comment. 

“Oh trust me, princess…” His tone dips deeper, his voice smooth like molasses as he grips the steering wheel tighter. “I’m trying to be.”

You feel your cheeks flush in warmth, your body suddenly becomes sweltering as you desperately search for the seat warmer. Your back and the bottom side of your thighs are now significantly more comfortable as you turn off the setting, hoping it will help cool you off. “I think I’m warm now.” Your eyes find the dial of the air conditioning, moving to lower the temperature as Jungkook does the same. 

You feel a tingle course through your limbs as your hand brushes with Jungkook’s, both of your eyes shooting in the direction of the other as a jolt of electricity reminds you of your attraction for him. You shyly pull your hand back as Jungkook rotates the dial to lower the heat. 

The drive to your complex isn’t very long as Jungkook swiftly passes the few intersections of the busy streets before pulling into the parking garage of your apartment. You watch as the automated door opens once his sensor is close enough, the roar of his BMW echoing through the structure as the sound of rain ceases from the covered canopy. 

You can’t help but let your mind dwell on Jungkook’s words. I’m trying to be. The implications of the phrase have your mind swirling with need, recalling the way he could effortlessly set your body a blaze with a single touch. You nervously chew on your bottom lip as he pulls into a parking spot close to the main lobby entrance, causing you to let out the breath you were subconsciously holding in. 

“Thanks again.” Your voice cracks as you speak, causing you to shrink in embarrassment as you refrain from smacking your palm over your forehead. “For driving me.” You add once clearing your throat. You look away from him, peering out your window as you close your eyes, scrunching your face as you cringe from your obvious nerves. 

Jungkook places the gear in park as he adjusts himself in the seat, turning his torso to face you. “You’re welcome.” His eyes become drawn to your chest, unable to fight off his desires to peer at your body, lusting over the memory of the pleasure you inflicted upon him. He bites down on his lower lip, playing with his piercing as a way to distract himself, the soft sting of the pressure causing him to bite back a groan as he imagines you nibbling on it for him. 

He suddenly remembers that you have to walk upstairs, completely soaked from the inclement weather as you face the chilling air conditioning inside. He also recalls the fact that your shirt is see-through, completely displaying your chest for the world to see. He lifts the tattooed arm over the back of your headrest, twisting his body further as he reaches for a hoodie that was tucked in the backseat. “Here.” He grabs the fabric, handing it to you as the material covers the tempting sight beneath your wet shirt. “Cover up.”

You blink as you bunch the material in front of you, glancing down to see your bra is still showing through your clothes. You blush at the realization, glancing back at Jungkook to find him struggling to keep his eyes from wandering toward your chest. You lower his hoodie, setting it in your lap as you bravely gulp back your nerves. “Why? Does it bother you?” Your voice dips into a seductive purr as you unbuckle your seatbelt, leaning up on your hip to tuck one of your legs beneath your bottom to perch yourself up as you lean over the center console. 

Jungkook’s jaw practically drops as he watches you invade the space keeping him at a distance from you. You watch his breathing hitch as he sits still, allowing you to come closer as you bat your lashes in his direction. “Watch yourself, princess.” He growls, leaning his face in closer to yours as he meets your flirtatious eyes with a stern expression. 

“Or what?” You ask sternly as you continue pressing forward until your lips are nearly brushing against his. “Can’t handle me?” You tease, a cocky smile exposing itself at the corner of your lips as you notice the windows of his car fogging up from the changing air temperature inside and the humidity from outside. 

Jungkook bites back a chuckle, fighting every urge coursing through his body to pull you closer and crash his lips into yours. “Oh, I can handle a spoiled brat.” He counters, his arrogant smile making an appearance. “It’s you who can’t handle me.”

His words send you in a silent rage as you gasp in remembrance of the way he commandeered your body. He smirks triumphantly before you drop your eyes onto the belt buckle nestled at his hips, suddenly determined to prove that you can just as easily make him beg for more. You press the release mechanism of his seat belt, watching it retract as Jungkook’s confident expression falters out of curiosity. You barely allow him the time to adjust to your actions, your hands clawing at the belt of his uniform. “We’ll see about that.”

“Y/n?!” Jungkook’s eyes widen as his arms latch onto the door and center console, watching as you effortlessly pull the belt apart, making quick work to unzip his work cargos. “What the f…” Before he can get out his last word, you pull the fabric of his boxers down, allowing his erection to spring free as you wrap your digits around the offending member. Jungkook lets a loud groan escape his lips as he bites down on his bottom lip, completely taken back by the sight of your pretty little hand gripping around him. 

A devilish grin exposes your teeth as you begin stroking your hand up and down his length, leaning over to capture his bottom lip between yours. You feel the click of his piercing between your teeth and you playfully nibble his bottom lip, relishing in the moan you drag from deep within his throat. He quickly brings his hands to grab the sides of your head, forcing your gaze directly on his as he watches your eyes grow wider from the twitch of his cock. 

“You’re such a fucking tease.” He manages to choke out between huffed breaths as he pulls you into him to drown you in his affection. You manage to continue pumping your fist, your body shivering as Jungkook groans while his mouth is still savagely devouring yours. Your vision blurs momentarily as you become intoxicated by his touch, pulling yourself away in desperate attempts to maintain your composure. 

“I thought you said you could handle me?” You tilt your head in a mocking manner, giggling softly to yourself as Jungkook drops his hands from your hair back to whatever parts of his car he can hold onto.  He looks completely desperate for more attention from you, bucking his hips forward as he imagines fucking your pussy instead of the inside of your hand. 

Your pride swells from his desperation, leading you to amp up your torment as you adjust yourself on the seat, completely leaning over the center console until your face is hovering just a few inches from his hard dick, dripping with pre-cum as it angrily awaits for your sweet treatment. Without hesitation, you latch your lips over the tip, feeling Jungkook’s head fall back against the seat with a thud as an uncharacteristic groan reverberates deep in his throat. “Fuck, Y/n.” He praises you as one of his hands rests on the back of your head. “Take my dick.”

The encouragement causes you to bob your head up and down, letting your lips glide along his shaft as you savor the taste of his pre-cum on your tongue. You confidently swirl your tongue on the underside of his cock as you continue taking him deep in your throat. You feel his fingers tangle within your hair as he guides your head up and down, completely overwhelmed by how willing you are to follow his guidance. “Shit…you’re fucking amazing.”

Your cheeks ache as you fight a smile, Jungkook’s length still completely sheathed within your mouth as you skillfully continue building his high. It isn’t until you begin twisting your hand gently down his length as your mouth follows close behind it that he releases his grip on your hair, his arms latching around the back of his headrest as he fights off his orgasm.  “I’m gonna cum…” He pants, completely out of breath as he grips the headrest tightly, feeling his cock twitch in stimulation as your mouth slides down once again, sucking tightly as the feeling of his tip bullies through until it collides with the back of your throat. 

Just as you feel Jungkook’s muscles tighten, you release your grip on his member, sliding him back out of your mouth with a pop as you lean back into the passenger seat. Jungkook’s eyes snap open from the sudden lack of attention, his orgasm failing to reach its peak as his dick remains needy for more of your touch. 

“What the fuck?” He complains, sitting up as he frantically finds your gaze. “Why did you stop?” 

You fight back the smug smirk from stretching over your lips, offering him a condescending smile. “Don’t you have to go to work?” You ask innocently, collecting your belongings as you move to exit his BMW. 

Jungkook quickly reaches over you, blocking you from opening the door as his eyes fill with desperation. While the clock serves as a reminder of his rapidly approaching shift, he’s also needy for release after the biggest tease of his life. You simply push past him, opening the door to crawl out before sparing him a final glare. “Looks like you can’t handle me after all.” 

“You’re asking for it, princess.” He threatens, his jaw tightening as he tucks himself back into his pants to prevent anyone from walking by and witnessing his indecency. You simply shrug your shoulders, inwardly shuddering at the thought of Jungkook taking out his frustrations on you again. 

“Have a good night, JK.” You state simply, shutting the door before making your way toward the lobby door. 

You hear Jungkook’s engine roar with urgency behind you, turning around as you watch him pull out from the parking spot, rolling his window down to send his glare directly through you as he chews on his bottom lip in an attempt to cool himself down. You feel your mouth run dry from the pure intensity of his stare knowing you’ll be safe from his revenge for the rest of the evening, at least until he returns home from his shift. 

—

The fresh scent of your citrusy household cleaner wafts around you as you finish tidying up your kitchen and living room space, finally taking the time to complete the chores you’ve been neglecting since last weekend. You smile triumphantly as every surface is dusted and disinfected, the mess of clutter neatly sorted and stored in its proper locations. You hum happily to some of your favorite songs as your Bluetooth speakers sync throughout your apartment, the music traveling from room to room as you venture around sweeping and mopping the floors. 

Your hair is still damp from your shower, your body comfortably snug in a pair of fleece pajama bottoms and a tank top to keep you warm from the shivers you can’t seem to shake off since getting drenched in the rain. Since Jungkook dropped you off, you watched a movie, took your shower, and began cleaning around the apartment.

You slide across the flooring of your apartment with your socks as you sway your hips with the music, enjoying the rhythmic beats. As you seek out the storage closet in your hallway, you notice the time displayed on the digital clock on your stove, noticing that it's already close to midnight. You pull open the door of the closet, shoving the broom out of sight as you close the door with a satisfied sigh. 

The music continues playing throughout your apartment as you pluck your phone from the kitchen counter, lowering the volume to accommodate any neighbors who might be home. Thankfully, both of your direct neighbors work the night shift, leaving you with ample opportunities to enjoy your music in peace. You start singing along to the next song that shuffles through your playlist as you make your way into your bathroom. 

You place your phone down on the vanity as you reach for your toothbrush, making quick work to twist off the cap of your tube of toothpaste, squeezing a pea size amount onto the bristles. You turn on the tap, gently running the brush beneath the water before beginning to brush your teeth, still swaying your hips to the music as you glance at yourself in the mirror. 

The music suddenly stops as the screen of your phone changes, noticing that it darkens through the reflection of the mirror. You questioningly glance down to peek at your device, curious as to see what caused your music to turn off.  You choke on the mixture of your spit and toothpaste as you examine the name displayed across the LED screen. 

Asshole. 

You lean forward to spit into the sink, letting the water wash away any evidence as you hear the vibrations of your phone against the granite countertop of your vanity. You freeze, simply watching as you debate answering it. Wasn’t he currently at work? Why would he be calling you close to midnight in the middle of his shift? You bring your toothbrush back up to your lips, continuing your nightly routine as you ignore the ring, your eyes occasionally flickering back until you see his contact disappear from the screen. 

You finish cleaning off your mouth as you place your toothbrush away in its holder, tapping your phone to see if Jungkook texted you or if his call was merely a mistaken butt-dial. You’re slightly disappointed to see there aren’t any texts coming through as you turn your attention back onto the mirror in front of you. You lean forward once more, turning the faucet handle as you cup your hands beneath the flow, tossing the lukewarm water onto your face as you continue with your nighttime routine. 

As you reach across the vanity for your facial cleanser, you ignore your phone as you snap open the lid, squeezing another small amount of product onto your fingertips as you start lathering the substance between your hands. You smear the liquid onto your cheeks, moving your fingertips in slow circles as you watch your skin become white from the suds of the product. You can feel the small exfoliating beads burst against your skin, your mind settling on the reality that Jungkook most likely accidentally dialed your number. 

You cup your hands under the water once again, splashing away the cleanser as you close your eyes to prevent any product from stinging them. You blindly reach out to the side, your hand seeking the hand towel hanging on a towel rod nearby, dapping away any remaining moisture as you peer back at your reflection to see your skin freshly washed.

You toss the towel into the hamper off to the side of your bathroom before reaching for your phone, grabbing it as you turn off the light to make your way into your bedroom. As you continue shuffling your feet to the now-returned music, you unlock your phone to disconnect from your speakers. You cross your leg beneath you as you sit perched on the edge of your bed, maneuvering through your streaming app until your apartment is filled with silence. 

As you go to click off your screen, you notice a small red dot near your missed calls. You click it open to find a voicemail notification from none other than Jungkook. You blink, half expecting the name on the screen to switch only to find that there truly was a voicemail from your incredibly hot neighbor that you blew earlier in his car. 

“Shit.” You hiss under your breath, suddenly nervous as to the reason he even called, let alone leave you a voicemail. You lay back in your bed, all of the lights in your apartment now extinguished except for the small bedside lamp just inches from your pillows. You rest your head back as you hesitantly tap on his nickname, fearing what you might hear in the next few seconds. 

“Y/n…” You hear Jungkook in your ear as if he’s laying directly beside you. There’s a small pause as he realizes he’s now recording on your voicemail. “Why didn’t you…? God…damn, I wish you would’ve picked up.” He continues as a frustrated groan resonates through the earpiece of your phone, causing your body to shudder at the deep guttural sound. 

Your heart rate begins to increase as you listen to his words, his voice causing a reaction in your body instantly as your heart begins to pound against your ribcage as if it was trying to escape. God, why did he have to sound so hot?

“Fuck, Y/n.” His tone is laced with irritation and need, causing you to unconsciously tuck your lip between your teeth, gently biting the flesh as you imagine him saying it with the same intensity he used earlier in the car.  “I’m on my lunch break and all I can think about is that pretty little mouth of yours.” You gasp, feeling your body ignite in the same insatiable heat you feel whenever he’s physically close to you. How could he cause your body such a reaction simply by speaking into his phone? 

“You looked so fucking hot swallowing my dick like that before you left…” He continues, his voice is low and seductive, drawing you in with every vocal infliction of his tone. You hear him groan once more into the phone as a chill pierces through your spine. “Damn, princess, you’ve got me all fucked up.”

You feel your cheek burn in embarrassment and arousal at the fact that this voicemail even exists, proof that Jeon Jungkook is still thinking about you, his sexual resolve completely destroyed by your teasing games from earlier that day. You feel empowered, your pride swelling from hearing Jungkook admit that he’s wrecked by you.

 There is a long pause on his voicemail, hearing nothing but silence for a good short while. The silence has you hanging off the cliffs of your sanity, feeling nervous and excited about what he could possibly say next. Your mind can’t help but entertain thoughts of what he must look like while he’s leaving you this voicemail. What could he possibly be doing? It isn’t until his voice finally breaks the silence that you find you’ve been holding in a breath, your body shivering from the intensity of his tone. “Just wait till I get home…I’m coming to ruin your fucking morning.” Jungkook leaves you with a dark breathy chuckle before your phone finally beeps, indicating the end of his voicemail. 

You lay completely frozen as you stare up at your ceiling, completely dumbfounded by Jungkook’s vulgar comments and provocative threats. You feel your throat run dry, completely unable to speak or make a sound as you process everything that was said for what seemed like an eternity even though it was a quick voicemail. 

Your mind flashes to memories of your encounter in his car, his dick hitting against the back of your throat as you pulled delicious moans from his lips. You recall how frustrated Jungkook appeared as you left him desperate for a release. 

The temptation of replaying the voicemail overcomes you as you glance down at your phone, tapping away to begin the audio once more. His voice sends another wave of shivers down your spine, your body becoming excited from the manner in which he helplessly exposes his sexual frustrations. “Just wait till I get home…I’m coming to ruin your fucking morning.” As his words repeat, you find yourself wondering what kind of treatment is awaiting you in the morning. You can feel a dull thump between your legs, moisture collecting between your legs as your arousal only fuels your sinful fantasies with your neighbor.

Typically, you’d be scolding his brazen determination, however, the thought of him taking out his lustful agitation on your body sends you reeling. You bite down harder on your bottom lip as your hand travels against your thigh, fighting your every instinct to pleasure yourself as the thoughts of your kitchen sex with Jungkook resurface. You can feel your nipples harden beneath your tanktop, the thin material doing nothing to conceal your blatant arousal at the thought of Jungkook. 

“Oh, my god.” You moan as Jungkook’s cocky grin haunts your mind, imagining him playing with that stupid lip piercing of his with the satisfaction of knowing his voicemail caused you to practically beg for his attention.  “Such an ass.” You groan as you grab your phone, closing out of your voicemail to place it on its charger. You sigh as you feel your body change knowing that no matter what you tried to convince yourself, you were secretly thrilled for the morning to come. 

—

After a restless night of tossing and turning, you find yourself back in your master bathroom, glaring at yourself in the reflective surface of the bathroom mirror. Your hair is still dry from the night before given that you only washed your body this morning. You have small hints of makeup strategically painted across your features to enhance your natural looks, something that you instinctually did after brushing your teeth.

You carefully pull your hair down from the loose bun sitting atop your head, watching as your strands cascade onto your shoulders. You smile at your reflection, thankful for the soft naturally pinky complexion of your cheeks alongside the mascara to enhance your eyes and the soft pigment across your lips. You look soft, a sight that Jungkook would surely welcome if he actually chose to follow through with his threat of coming to ruin your morning. 

Your eyes shift down to your attire, suddenly realizing that you have clothes on for comfort, not for looks. You nibble on your lip as you contemplate your choice of clothing, pulling against the waistband of your fleece pajama bottoms to check which underwear you currently have on. You glance back at your reflection, groaning as you turn to venture toward your dresser to find something more appealing. 

The black lace fabric of your favorite bra and pantie set catches your gaze as you contemplate whether or not you should change. You grab the balconette bra, holding it up as you imagine Jungkook’s reaction to your chest in such a number. The thought of Jungkook reminds you that all of this effort is going into making sure you look good for the man that has pranked you since your arrival.  “Why do I even care?” You groan, tossing the bra back into the drawer. 

Just as you go to push it to shut, you sigh as you give into your mild insecurities, snatching up the bra and the matching panties as you stomp your feet in defeat, knowing you were vastly overthinking this supposed morning visit he threatened to pay you. For all you knew, he could’ve completely moved on from the thought after a long night spent saving people’s lives. 

Despite your inner turmoil, you change into the set, covering it with a simple black t-shirt and a pair of your comfiest jean shorts. You look at yourself in the mirror, noticing your figure is completely swallowed by the material of your shirt. “Y/n, stop stressing. This is stupid.” You complain to yourself, ignoring the urge to compulsively go pick a new shirt to better flatter you. “It’s JK. Who cares what he thinks?” 

As you start walking away from the bathroom vanity, you start tugging on the fabric at the bottom of your shirt, twirling it between your fingers as you tie it into a knot that rests against your hip. “There.” You groan to yourself, completely annoyed with how invested you suddenly became in your appearance. Jungkook fucked you in your kitchen randomly and you never cared what he thought of you, why was it suddenly bothering you so much? 

You walk out into your living room, admiring the way the natural sunlight illuminated the space as you moved toward the kitchen. You instantly seek out your coffee maker, plucking a pod from the display beside it as you turn on the machine, ready for a boost of caffeine to help gain some of your energy back. 

The coffee maker slowly hums as the water becomes hot, allowing you just enough time to grab your favorite mug from the cabinet and place it beneath the spout. Your eyes shift toward the clock, noticing that it was almost ten o’ clock. Jungkook’s shift was from nine to nine, leaving you to ponder his intentions upon his return home since the hospital was only a fifteen-minute drive from your complex. 

You let out a breathy laugh of disappointment, rolling your eyes as you turn your attention to the refrigerator. You might as well get your day started, feeling upset for concerning yourself so much with thoughts of Jungkook. You ponder your selections, debating what seems appealing to your tastebuds.  

A series of loud bangs resonate against your front door, causing you to jolt back in surprise as your heartbeat pounds in your ears from the startle. You feel your body stiffen as the banging becomes louder and more consistent as if someone was desperately trying to get your attention. 

The smell of coffee invades your nostrils as the coffee maker dispenses the liquid into your mug while you close the refrigerator. There is a pause in the knocking which allows you to turn the corner toward the front door. Before you can reach the lock, you hear a few more loud thumps as you suck in a breath, fully aware of who would be on the opposite end of the door. 

You hesitantly pull it open, gasping at the sight of Jungkook glaring through the wood as if he could see right through it. His eyes darken at the sight of you, his facial expression completely unamused. His arms are pressed against your door frame mimicking a predator who is ready to pounce on its prey. You gulp as you take in the sight of him, his hair damp and messy as it hangs over his eyes, his large irises piercing through the strands. It’s clear that he showered after a night in the hospital.

 “About fucking time.” He hisses, wasting no time in lunging forward into your apartment, grabbing ahold of your waist as he kicks the door closed behind him. His impatience is evident in his features, his jaw tight from the tension of his sexual desires. You can hardly keep up with how quickly your senses are overcome, feeling yourself crash into the wall beside your hall tree as Jungkook’s hands crawl up your body, crashing his lips into yours. 

You moan at his taste, feeling the warmth of his tongue and the cold hard material of his piercing intermixing as your kiss becomes a mixture of tongue and cheek. You gasp for a breath as Jungkook trails his mouth along your jaw, his hands trailing up your waist as he pulls up the material of your shirt. “Take this shit off…” He huffs against your skin, his breath sending a wave of chills through your body, causing your skin to tingle from the sensation. 

You comply, lifting your arms to aid in his removal of your shirt, tossing it down beside you as his eyes fixate on the sight of your breasts nestled into your choice of bra. “Damn, Y/n. You’re fucking perfect.” He groans, your pride only growing from his praise as his mouth begins to trail down your neck. Jungkook places open-mouth kisses along your skin, dropping his head to the level of your chest, biting his bottom lip as he moves his hands up to grab them between his large fingers. 

“Why are you still dressed?” You pant, feeling drunk off of his presence as you pull his shirt from his frame, Jungkook allowing you to tug it over his head. You carelessly discard it as his muscular frame presses into you, his sleeve tattoo gloriously displayed across his arm and shoulder. “I thought you said you would ruin my morning?” You challenge, watching as Jungkook presses his tongue against the inside of his cheek, fighting back his urge to bend you over and spank you. 

“Oh…you have no idea, princess.” He chuckles darkly, moving to place a kiss on the fleshy part of your breast that is exposed from your bra. His kiss quickly turns into a gentle graze of his teeth, sending your head back to rest against the wall behind you. “You’ll be begging me to make you cum by the time I’m done with you.” 

You feel the moisture build between your legs at his vulgar mouth, unable to respond before he drops to his knees in front of you. You blush at the realization that his face is now hovering dangerously close to your most private region, his hands grabbing at your sides as he presses your hips back into the wall. You dig your fingers into damp strands of hair atop of his head, gripping gently as his hands fiddle with the button of your jeans, gently shimming the denim down your thighs, his mouth practically salivating at the sight of your matching set. 

He tilts his chin up, a cocky grin stretched across his lips. “Seems you were waiting for me.” He tuts confidently, his fingers shamelessly gripping the edges of your lace panties, tugging them down the length of your legs. 

“Shut up.” You bark back, hating the arrogant smile on his face even though it compliments the fuck out of his demeanor. Jungkook chuckles, his breath ghosting over the junction between your thighs, causing your legs to quake momentarily. 

“Better hold on to something, princess,” Jungkook warns, leaving you momentarily confused until he surges forward and latches his mouth over the folds of your vagina, causing a pornographic moan to escape the barrier of your lips. 

You slap one of your hands over your mouth, attempting to muffle the blatant sound of your need for him as your reaction only spurs on his determination to drive you mad. “Shit…” You moan as Jungkook runs the entirety of his tongue over the length of your core, causing your legs to shake as you grab onto his shoulder helplessly. 

Jungkook smirks against your pussy, bringing his hands down to the front of your pelvis, helping spread your legs apart for better access. Your head falls back, arching your back as Jungkook greedily devours your taste, his tongue swirling against your clit and probing at your tight little hole, causing more whimpers to drip from your mouth as your body rapidly climbs in ecstasy. “Oh my god…JK…”

You run your hands against the toned frame of his shoulders, feeling the coils of your abdomen tighten as Jungkook continues his torment. Jungkook begins to suck against your clit, stimulating you until you feel the edge of your orgasm teeter closer with each stroke of his tongue. “I’m gonna cum…” You warn, completely blissed out as you tighten your grip on his shoulders, feeling the warmth of his tongue slip away just as your muscles tighten in anticipation fo your sweet release. 

The cold air causes your arousal to deescalate, leaving you in a state of confusion as Jungkook stands back up, a mischievous grin exposing his satisfaction. “What the hell?” You complain, irritated that your orgasm was so suddenly interrupted. 

Jungkook licks his lips lecherously, the sinful sight of your arousal being lapped up by his tongue as if it was sweet nectar causes your mouth to hang open. “What’s the matter?” He bites back his mischievous laughter, watching you connect the dots. He’s only returning the favor of the stunt you pulled yesterday in his car, leaving you horny and unsatisfied just as you left him. 

“Fuck you.” You snarl, pushing your palms against his bare chest as he captures your wrists within his strong grip. Despite your annoyance, your tone is hardly threatening as Jungkook leans in to grab your bottom lip between his teeth, tugging the flesh gently before releasing it. 

His eyes darken as he pins you with his stare, his hands still immobilizing your arms from pushing him away. “Oh, I fully intend on it.” He promises as he releases your wrist to drop his hands down to your ass. Before you can think of a response to throw his way, he lifts you up, guiding your legs to wrap around his hips as you leave the remnants of your clothes on the floor of your entryway. 

The journey to your bedroom becomes a blur as Jungkook latches back onto your lips, kissing you passionately as your teeth click against his piercing, snatching his bottom lip between your teeth as another moan jumps from your lips. Jungkook groans from the reaction, pressing his hips forward so that his hardened length probes against your thigh as you finally reach the bedroom. He makes quick work of dropping you onto the bed, tossing you haphazardly as his hands drop to his waist. 

You prop yourself up on your elbows, your eyes instantly finding the tattooed letters on his hands as you watch him yank down his sweatpants and boxers, allowing his member to spring free. You instantly suck your bottom lip between your teeth, recalling how just yesterday you had him falling to pieces as his cock was buried deep down your throat. 

“Fuck, princess. You’re such a damn tease.” He groans as he leans forward and crawls onto the bed to pin you beneath him. You suck in a breath, your body jittery with excitement as you bat your eyes innocently. 

“Am I?” You comment bravely, watching as Jungkook pauses over you, resembling a predator ready to sink his teeth into his prey. 

Jungkook lets out a breathy chuckle, his eyes dark and unamused by your sarcastic tone. “Shut up, Y/n.” He barks as he pulls you up to snake a hand behind your back, skillfully unclasping your bra with his fingers. Your eyes widen, stunned that he was able to unhinge the undergarment without any difficulty. It turns you on, causing your mind to swirl with even more lust for the man. Why did he have to be such a vibe?

As Jungkook tosses your bra to the side to expose your breast, he grins menacingly before leaning down to latch his mouth around your pert bud. You toss your head back, letting out a moan as his warm tongue stimulates the areola, leaving you a shuddering mess beneath him as the cold metal of his piercing adds an extra level of excitement. 

You feel the burn of desire scorch through your limbs, the heat traveling as you fight back the urge to pull him into you. The wait was torture. You wanted him to fuck you and you wanted it now, but you knew he wouldn’t spare you that pleasure after leaving him high and dry. 

Jungkook smirks against your skin as he feels your body arching toward him, satisfied that he has you right where he wants you. He brings a hand up, pinching your free nipple between his index and thumb, gently massaging over you as he extracts another moan of gratification from you. 

“JK…I need more.” Your resolve to stay silent finally cracks, your hips pressing up to feel his dick pressing against your inner thigh. Jungkook simply releases your nipple with a pop, watching as it hardens from his attention and the cold air of your apartment against the moisture of his mouth. 

He moves to hover his face just over yours as he dips his hand from your nipple to between your legs, pressing the pad of his finger against your swollen clit. You bite back a groan, your hips instinctually swirling against his hand to stimulate your bud. You become increasingly enraged by the smug look on Jungkook’s face, watching as he intentionally leaves you wanting more. 

“You’re not begging yet.” His voice is low and taunting as he begins rubbing tight circles against your clit, causing your mouth to hang open in pleasure as your body becomes rapidly elevated to a state of bliss. You bite back the urge to plead for your release, knowing this was his way of getting sweet revenge. 

Jungkook notices your hesitance, shrugging his shoulders as he releases your bud, causing your high to come spiraling back down. You groan in frustration, pushing against him as he grabs ahold of your wrists, pinning them down on either side of your head. “Come on, princess. Just admit you want me to fuck the shit out of you.” He smirks maliciously, raising his eyebrows suggestively as he licks his lips. “I’ll happily oblige.” 

“Don’t flatter yourself, Jeon.” You snip back, knowing every part of you wants to get on your knees and beg for him to tear you apart in every way possible. 

He leans down, brushing his lips against the outer shell of your ear, causing you to shiver from the touch, “Suit yourself.” Before you can retaliate, he silences you with another soul-sucking kiss, his tongue invading your mouth and tasting every ounce of you. You moan against him as you feel him align his hips between your thighs, his length probing the folds of your vagina as his tip lingers dangerously close to your center. 

Jungkook stops kissing you for a moment, watching your face twist in euphoria as he inserts his bulging tip into your pussy, just enough to tease your hole before pulling back out. You pant from the excruciating torture of his teasing, your hips desperately seeking for him to impale you fully. He dives back in to steal your breath with another kiss, smirking against your lips as he repeats his previous action, feeling your body chase after him. 

“Someone’s needy.” He chuckles against your skin as he trails his kisses down your neck, stopping just at your shoulder as he gently bites the length of it. 

The sensation eliminates whatever determination you have to keep from begging, feeling his tip continue to fuck your entrance teasingly. “Jungkook…please.” You moan, feeling your mind and body scream for you to submit to his desires. 

“What was that?” His expression becomes more serious as if he is also fighting every urge to bury his dick deep within you. You can see the wrecked expression glimmer behind his irises as you soften your expression. 

Jungkook pauses his movements, seeing you become incredibly irresistible as your eyes softly beg for him. “I need you, JK. Please…fuck me so good.” Your voice is seductive and pleading, dangerously drawing him into you as his hips surge forward, causing you both to gasp. 

“Fuck.” Jungkook groans as his arms shake from the long-awaited moment he could bully his way through to your cervix. You equally let out a sinful moan, filling your apartment with the sound of your arousal for him. 

He begins to pull out, pounding you into your bed as he rapidly builds a delicious yet tortuous pace, leaving you grasping at your sheets in an attempt to keep you grounded to reality as you quickly elevate back to a euphoric state. “Oh my god…JK…Shit.” You choke out as he continues slamming into you, bruising your cervix as he fucks away all of the sexual build-up of the last twenty-four hours. 

“You take my dick so good, Y/N.” He praises you, tightening his grip on your wrists slightly as he changes the pace of his hips, taking slower, deeper thrusts up into your core. “You’re fucking perfect.” His muscles tighten as you both near your end, his arms grasping around your torso in an attempt to keep you from moving, your breast bouncing with each aggressive thrust he sends into you. 

“Make me cum…please…” You continue pleading, fully willing to admit how desperate you are as he happily impales you to the hilt. The feeling is glorious, leaving your body fully satisfied after such sweet teasing, allowing you to convulse around him as the coils in your stomach snap from your orgasm ripping through you. “Jungkook!” You yell as your vision goes white in rapture, leaving you a complete mess. 

The manner in which you call out his name has him meeting his own end, feeling the warmth of his cum shoot deep within you as his body presses into you from his exhaustion. He releases the grip on your wrists, bringing one of them up to his lips as he places gentle kisses along the inside just beneath your palm. You watch his every move, entranced by the way he carefully runs his lips against the tender skin. You sigh happily from the attention, feeling embarrassed once he opens his eyes, catching you as you watch him. 

His cheeks swell against his eyes as a goofy smile pulls at the corners of his mouth. “What?” He asks curiously, admiring the way your hair sprawls against the bed, almost as if you are trying to lure him back in for more. 

“Nothing.” You hum happily, gasping softly as he pulls himself out from within you. He kisses up your torso, leaving a few kisses against your breast before seeking out your lips. You sigh happily from the sudden uncharacteristic gesture, feeling giddy that he chose to roll over and lay beside you. 

“That was fucking amazing.” He admits, blissed out as he turns his head to peer back toward you. “Best neighbor ever.” He grins, watching as you roll your eyes sarcastically. You can’t conceal the bright smile that’s radiating from your expression, your after-sex glow only causing Jungkook to admire you more. 

You blush a the realization that he’s studying you closely. “You’re not so bad yourself.” You admit, knowing that despite your prank war, being neighbors is more exciting and thrilling than annoying. 

Jungkook smiles through his eyes, his large pupil’s reflecting his sentiments towards you now that he isn’t driven mad with sexual frustration. You notice the exhaustion on his features, recalling that he just worked all night and must be tired beyond belief. You shift in your position, feeling the sticky residue from between your legs, cringing slightly as you turn to face him. “I’m going to take a shower.” You watch him for a reaction as you cautiously suggest your next statement. “Wanna grab lunch after?” 

Jungkook’s smile remains as he nods slightly, feeling the fatigue set in. “Yeah, sounds good.” You cautiously stand from your bed, glancing toward the bathroom before looking back at Jungkook, surprised to find him blatantly checking out your ass as he fights his exhaustion. You smile shyly before moving to retrieve your undergarments and clothing from the hallway before escaping into the bathroom.

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[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook: Bloodlust 🔞 1

In which Jungkook's poor choice in women gives him a big fat serving of reality- and leads him to you at the same time.

Tags/Warnings: Vampire!Jungkook, human!Reader, strangers/Enemies to lovers, jk kind of a dick at first sorry, sexual tension, corruption kink, size & strength kink, blood drinking, biting, more TBA in future chapters

Additional Chapter Warnings: JK is kind of a royal ass, he a hoe, but he's also kind of hot pls send help

A/N: attempt 987 of trying to get this out. Tumblr, your mobile editor is ass. Shorter chapters because anything over 1~2k crashes the app for me.

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You're kind of pretty like this, even when stained in blood. It's hilarious how he has to focus on the way your collarbone looks, delicate necklace swinging from your neck while you push down on his shoulder. You're talking. He can't hear.

How did he get here?

Well, poor choice in women, first and foremost. It's no secret that he's a lover with a body count guessed like lottery numbers by everyone who knows him even just a little. He's blunt. He swears a lot, and he's covered in piercings and ink. He plays his video games and music too loud, the only interaction you yourself really know being your weekly requests for him to turn it down, which is always responded by a smirk and a 'what you wanna do about it, princess?'.

He's even opened the door shirtless before, boner still clearly visible when you'd disturbed his private time.

He thinks you're a walking joke, a punchline waiting to happen, and you're aware of this. He never takes you seriously, in no way, shape, or form. But you also can't just let him die on the ground like this, not when it's technically not even his fault.

Wait, how did we end up here?

Oh right, sex with a whore.

Now, Jungkook fucks around. He doesn't make a secret of it, not by a long shot, but there's still rather traditional values he still holds highly- one of them being faithfulness. Never even once had the girl even mentioned a potential partner, let alone a fiance who ended up finding her with Jungkook's cock down her throat in the bedroom. He scoffs to himself. The blowjob wasn't even worth the rabid attacks that followed.

He'd met her online- on a dating app he has to basically hook up whenever he's up for it, and when she told him she lived in the same apartment building, he'd agreed to meet up. Who could've thought that she was cheating on her soon to be husband with him? Or, at the very least, who could've thought she'd be so fucking stupid in hiding it, not even remembering when the guy would come home from work?

Vampires are violent creatures.

He knows it first hand from himself how easy they're riled up. Aggression is a key part of every vampire's character- a curse, so to say, making them too dangerous to ever really fit in. It's why apartment complexes like these have been funded by the government; places for them to live amongst one another, to keep the rest of humanity safe.

Which makes it even more ridiculous that you're helping him right now.

You're painfully human, hands so warm they feel almost hot, no red found in your eyes. You look like a rabbit, waiting to become the wolf's next meal.

And you basically chose to live in a whole zoo full of starving beasts, ready to snatch a taste.

He can't deny the appeal you have. He usually doesn't go for something like you- typically chooses older girls, dominant one's or those who seem like they wanna prove something. They do all the work, while he can just enjoy the show. It's easy, simple, and a quick and comfortable way to quench his thirst. Though vampire blood tastes rather stale, he takes it without complaint.

Human blood is taboo, after all, if it's not from a blood bank.

"Over here!" You call out, and he can barely really hear it, sense of hearing dulled out to the max almost. You explain something to the paramedics who instantly work on him, and he finally let's himself slip into unconsciousness at that, now that he's in professional hands.

And he swears, he's gonna quit that online dating shit for a while after this.

[minologistt]

DEVOTION | JJK mini-series

in which jungkook is your friends with benefits who confessed his love for you and spends a week trying to prove his love to you.

genre fwb -> lovers

warnings jk passed out, sexual talks in public again, new pov😝

tag list -> @mochminnie

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THURSDAY

i’m not sure how i got here.

maybe it’s because i didn’t eat much last night? or maybe i was running around in the heat with nothing to eat. whatever it maybe, it got me to this position today.

“check his pulse!”

“he’s alive just passed out!”

“get him on the stretcher asap, this heat isn’t good for him!”

ah that’s right, someone called the ambulance..

as they pulled me along, i finally opened my eyes a bit. questions were being thrown at me left and right. i turned my head side to side to try and make sense of who is saying what but it’s all a blur.

everything became clearer once i spotted a cropped knitted sweater, i’ve seen it many nights ago but i can recognize it any where. i quickly began unbuckling my seat belt.

i didn’t care about the paramedics yelling at me to return or the people staring at me with their mouths agape. i was dead set on catching up to her.

“hey sir! those flowers!” i shouted as i took out some money to pay the man for the bouquet. i kept running even as i snatched up the flowers.

i finally caught up to y/n. she was about to turn the corner but i stopped her just in time.

“you walk-“ i had to catch my breath a little. “so fast for someone who has no where to be..” i then remembered the flowers and shoved them into her chest. i watched as her face light up with what seemed to be genuine appreciation but then it fell just as soon as it came.

“what’s this for..?” she asked me while examining the flowers like they were something foreign. she looked cute while doing it, her hair and makeup today were light. i see she opted to really show off her natural hair type. unfortunately i think i took too long to respond because she snapped her fingers at me. “helloooo, earth to jungkook-“

“it’s koo, you know that,” i pouted at the usuage of my proper name.

“not the point, i asked what these are for?” she raised an eyebrow and tilted her head.

“well i wanted to apologize about yesterday.. maybe i was overreacting about namjoon, not jimin though! but you get what i’m sayin.”. i rubbed the back of my neck nervously and avoided eye contact with her. when i did look at her, she seemed at a lose for words. i don’t enjoy apologizing to anyone and she knows that, i prefer to think i’m somewhat right and move on.

“oh well.. thank you koo, that’s very thoughtful of you.. i—“ i quickly cut her off and smiled brightly.

“i love you too y/n!”

“not what i was going to say jeon.” she narrowed her eyes to a glare.

“you thought it though!” maybe i’m delusional or straight up insane but i saw something change in the way she looked at me.

“fuck you.” she walked around me but i followed behind her.

“that’d be hot.” i smirked as i put an arm around her waist.

“i’m not letting you fuck me anymore.. you’re so annoying,” she said with a roll of her gorgeous eyes. her pretty lashes fluttered as she did so.

“whaaat why not, you should totally lemme hit it, especially from the back because—“

“shut up!” she covered her ears but never pushed me away.

we continued on our path to wherever she was going but to me this was the path to winning her heart for sure!

[papyrusxii]

casual - jeon jungkook

synopsis : never could you imagine falling so quickly for someone without his intentions being clear

pairing : jeon jungkook x reader

genre : casual relationship, pining, relationship development

warnings : explicit material, drug and alcohol use, tobacco use, angst

cross posted on ao3 : papyrusxii

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The crisp air and mid-November rain blew completely through you. Standing there soaked, you witnessed the steam rolling off your engulfed apartment building. That apartment building that you worked so hard to afford, that you decorated meticulously, and that held so many of your young adulthood memories. 

Four firetrucks and a hoard of firemen surrounded the building as you and the other tenants watched the flames roar. You sat on the curb of the sidewalk perpendicular to your apartment, swaddled in a thin blanket one of the paramedics gave you. 

Luckily, you hadn’t been in the building when it caught fire; you were just pulling into the parking lot. You tried to pull the wet hair away from your heavy-laden eyes to pull out your phone. 

Not mom. She can’t do anything in another country. 

Ugh… not my brother; he's on vacation.

Oh! Hoseok!

You quickly dialed your best friend, hoping he would be awake. 

“Hello?” He groaned over the phone. “Everything alright? It’s 2 a.m.”

Oh, thank God. “Bless you, beautiful boy." You sighed in relief. “We have a slight issue.” 

You heard him shuffling around in bed. “What’s wrong?” His once-tired voice was now filled with worry. 

“My apartment is in flames.” You giggled as you reflected on the absurdity of the situation. Silence filled the call before Hoseok screamed as the realization set in. “In flames? What the fuck? Are you safe?”

“I appreciate your concern, but I’m okay—just soaked, cold, and mourning my material possessions.” 

He sighed. “I’m glad you’re okay and sorry about all that. How can I help you, love?” 

It was in times like these that you couldn’t be more grateful for Jung Hoseok. He should win an award for every time he saved your ass and gave you a dependable shoulder to lean upon. Why he wasn’t your first thought on who to call was honestly absurd. He was your personal Superman. 

“The cops and firefighters told us all to find a place to stay while they investigate and work out the insurance logistics with the landlord. Now I know you just moved in not even a week ago, but do you think I could stay with you until the dust settles? I’ll pay rent too, and even grocery shopping—I know you hate it.” You smiled, even though he couldn’t see it. 

“Y/n, it’s no problem at all. You are more than welcome here, and don’t even think about paying me. Now get out of the rain and come over immediately.” Hoseok reassured you beyond belief, and suddenly a sense of calmness coaxed you into the middle of the madness. 

“Thank you, Hobi. I’m feeling a bit calmer.” You sighed in relief. 

“Good. Now hurry over. I love you.” 

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Not even twenty minutes had passed, and you were at Hoseok’s door. You had only ever been over the day he moved in, a week ago, to help him unpack. You had barely been acclimated to the new space, adding another wave of nervousness. 

At this hour, the hallway was calm, and you weren’t used to how spotless it was. The hallway of your apartment always had a tinge of grime or business, juxtaposed to the beautiful, almost regal nature of your best friend’s. 

You knocked on the deep blue door gently and readjusted the sack on your back. 

The door cracked slowly, and you grew with anticipation to bask in the comfort of your best friend, only to be greeted by an unfamiliar face. 

Stepping back slightly, you observed the stranger in front of you. A man you had never seen pierced your gaze. His lousy position and bare-bones attire led you to believe he had just woken up. His black hair reached just past the nape of his neck, led askew by the imprints of sleep upon it. He adjusted his oversize white t-shirt and rubbed his eyes before greeting you. 

Your once relaxed manner was replaced with a timid stance. How could you forget he had a freaking roommate? Hoseok informed you before he moved in that his friend had a buddy that was new to the area and also needed an apartment and a roommate to share costs. Your best friend’s and the stranger’s mutual needs led them to room together. You hadn’t met him when you first visited the apartment because he was due to move in later in the week. From what Hoseok told you of the man who stood in front of you, he was tidy, charming, and chill as hell, yet in his presence, you couldn’t help the rising anxiety. 

His eyes trailed down your body, still clothed in your work attire and dirty from the gross fluids that spewed from the hundreds of patients you had seen in the last 12 hours. His face slightly cringed as he eyed the stain on your abdomen: vomit. “Hey.” You broke the odd tension with the stranger. 

“I’m Y/N; I’m not sure if Hoseok told you, but I-” He interrupted, quickly changing his posture to straighten. "Yeah, he told me you’d be staying with us. I’m sorry to hear about your apartment; that’s awful.” He shook his head.

His voice calmed you instantaneously. It’s smooth tone coated you like warm honey and caught your breath. His words chipped away at the unease that plagued your thoughts of the initial meeting, leaving you with more ease to enter the apartment. 

He stepped away from the door and motioned you in. “J is in the bathroom; he’ll be out in a second. You can set your bags on the couch for the time being, and I’ll get you a drink.” His tone remained deep and crunchy in the late hours of the night but lifted when he smiled at you. 

You nodded and sunk into the couch you helped build last week. Good taste, Hobi. 

Your eyes scanned the apartment slowly until your friend’s roommate returned with a bottle of iced tea. “He told me you liked tea.” You looked up at his extended hand and dipped your head in thanks. You didn’t even know his name, and he already knew one of the smallest details about you. 

He sat in the large chair next to the couch and glanced at you as you drank from the bottle. “This is good.” You smiled toward him. He nodded with a small smile in return. “I don’t think I introduced myself properly; I’m Jeon Jungkook.” His name…. 

As he said his name, you recalled Hoseok mentioning it once while he was unpacking, and you felt stupid for forgetting. “That’s right, nice to meet you, Jungkook. Sorry for interrupting your peaceful sleep.” You let out a small chuckle. 

He leaned back in the chair and said, “Don’t worry about it; I wasn’t getting much of it anyway." You raised your eyebrows at his statement but left it alone with an awkward nod. After a moment of silence, Jungkook spoke again: “You work at the hospital, right?” He leaned forward, keeping eye contact. 

“Yeah.” You gulped. “Sorry about these awful scrubs; it was a rough night.” You dipped your head. 

“Stop apologizing.” He laughed. “You had a long and stressful night; I couldn’t even imagine. You’re more than welcome here, and I’m sure you need a second to even catch your breath.” 

Wow. How could a stranger’s words be so comforting? 

Maybe it was the stress of the situation that allowed you to cling so easily to his kind words, but you appreciated them more than he could understand. “Thank you. Yeah, I could really use a moment of peace.” You laughed. 

“You deserve it.” You smiled at his words as he leaned back, closing his eyelids. 

You heard a door open from behind you, and you turned your head over the back of the couch to see your best friend. He was shirtless and wearing a pair of pajama pants. He decided to jump over the back of the couch and on top of you. He pinned your body to the gray cushions and tightened his grip. Your breath compressed as he squeezed. 

You saw Jungkook stifle a laugh out of the corner of your eye upon you and your best friend’s exchange. 

He finally lifted himself from you and pulled you across his chest. “Hey, Y/n.” You smiled in the safety of his arms. Oh, you loved him. Your best friend was yet again raising your comfort level with his gesture of affection. 

“Thank you for letting her in.” He directed it to his roommate. 

“No problem.” He opened his eyes and winked. You didn’t like how that wink made your breath catch again in his presence. “She’s been keeping me company.” He smiled. 

Hoseok nodded. “She’s amazing, isn’t she?” You rolled your eyes and smacked his bare chest. 

“Stop, Hobi. The “amazing title” should go to you both for waking up at 3 a.m. to welcome me.” You sighed again as you reflected on your situation. You really couldn’t believe your apartment was gone. It was the first big thing you had purchased on your own, and it showed your hard work was paying off. Now it was all gone. 

Jungkook realized the shift in your demeanor as you lost yourself in worry. “Hey, why don’t you grab a shower? I’ll get you a towel.” He lifted himself from the chair and disappeared into the hallway. You gave your friend one squeeze and then went to meet Jungkook by the linen closet. 

He pulled a small chain, and the small closet was illuminated. He leaned down to grab you a towel and a washcloth. He arose with them in hand and led you to their bathroom. As you entered the space, you looked over the simple decor. The marble countertop was adorned with two small bags, which you assumed held the toiletries for each of the men. The shower was a tempered glass box that added to the modern simplicity of the room. 

He slid open the shower door, which revealed the different soaps and shampoos on a metal shelf in the corner. “Here are all of our soaps and stuff. Mine are on the top shelf, and Hoseok’s are on the bottom. Feel free to use either, but I will say mine are better quality; you know, Hoseok just buys whatever catches his eye first.” You chuckled as you recall shopping with him once and seeing him pull a kid Spider-Man body wash, claiming “the bubbles made him feel like a kid again.”. 

“Thank you, Jungkook. I really appreciate your kindness.” You smiled at him. 

If you weren’t looking for it, you wouldn’t have caught his ears turning red after you smiled. “No problem; I don’t want my ambiguity to deter you from being at home here.” 

“Don’t worry, you seem pretty cool from what I’ve gathered.” 

“I hope to maintain that impression, Y/n.” He let the biggest grin you’d seen from him thus far grace his lips. His two lip rings caught between his lips, and you noticed his prominent cheeks. “I’ll get you something to wear and then have at it.” He exited. 

Twenty minutes later, you felt beyond refreshed. Jungkook’s lavender shampoo and aloe body wash coaxed you into a feeling of relaxation; you commended the male’s choices. He had fetched a pair of his clothes, which you thanked him for: a pair of basketball shorts and a very large t-shirt that adorned the logo for the Korean national football team. 

You exited the bathroom to see your best friend knocked out on the couch and Jungkook scrolling on his phone in the same spot he was earlier. The man heard you enter the room and looked to see you. “Thank you again for letting me borrow your clothes; you could have just given me Hoseok’s.” You began. 

“He would have slaughtered me if I picked out something he wanted to wear at any point this week.” He chuckled. “That color looks good on you anyway." He nodded to the red shirt that lay over you. You bit your lip and looked to the ceiling, “Thank you.” 

He stood up, “I’m sure you’re tired, and I don’t know what sleeping arrangement you and J discussed, but feel free to sleep in his bed as he’s hogging up the whole couch.” You laughed quietly as you observed the position your friend was in—one leg off the side of the couch and the other nearly to his chest—and using his hands as a pillow. 

“Of course.” You smiled. “Again, thank you for everything; it means the world.”

He put his hand in the pockets of his pants and rocked back, “No problem, get some sleep. It was nice to meet you; I can see why he admires you so much.” 

Jungkook’s compliment just added to your growing impression of the stranger. He offered up a drink, his shower products, and his clothing to someone he’d never met before and who interrupted his night. You couldn’t help but already admire him and his seemingly selfless attributes. “Thank you; sleep well!” 

You disappeared into Hobi’s room and melted into his sheets, no longer reflecting on how awful the events of today had been but now reminiscing on the warm impressions you felt from Jeon Jungkook.

[aajjks]

DHP!JK

“alina” you coo before wiping your eyes and leaning in to hug the sincere woman next to you. while in her embrace, you let out your tears and hold her tight. “don’t leave me again” you whimper before whispering a small “please.” alina nods her head and runs her hand up and down your back, signaling you to ‘let it all out.’ “i’m not going anywhere, y/n. i’m right here” alina whispers back. you both stay in each others embrace for another minute before pulling away to wipe both yours and her tears away.

“oh no! i-i got makeup on your dress! oh my goodness, i am so sorry, alina” you say. “i would wipe it but i don’t want to smear it” alina laughs while looking at her shoulder. “it’s okay. i’m only wearing this dress once. well, i hope so” you chuckle at alina’s joke before basking in the sight of the beautiful sunset up above.

“do you need me to take you home or do you want to ride back with jungkook?” alina asks as she takes your hand. “i’ll ride back with jungkook. i can’t ignore him forever” you say in a somber tone which causes alina to grow suspicious; what did you and jungkook argue about? just before alina could ask, eunwoo calls alina’s name and jogs to her. “i was looking everywhere for you! are you two okay?” he asks and you both nod your heads. “how’s sarang?” alina replies as she stands up to make sure her husband is okay as well.

“not well. that’s gonna haunt me for awhile”

“did the paramedics get her?”

“yeah, they rushed her to the hospital”

“i’m so sorry you guys” you speak up. “it’s not your fault, y/n. sarang trespassed on purpose. if you ask me, she had it coming. i’m just glad you and jungkook are okay” eunwoo says with a small smile on your face. still, you feel some sense of responsibility for not informing them of sarng’s presence sooner. maybe if you had told eunwoo they could escorted her out and none of this would have—

“quit blaming yourself, y/n. i can see the cogs working in your head already, quit it” alina jokes which brings a small smile on your face but it doesn’t reach your eyes. you just want to fix things with jungkook.

“i should get going. i’m gonna find jungkook, i’ll be right back” you announce as she push past the couple and head back to the venue. “are you sure? need me to come with you?” alina asks but you shake your head. “we’ll be fine, i promise” you say before hurrying inside to find your boyfriend standing at the door.

“h-hey…are you…are you ready to head home?”

~🫧

Fear, uncertainty and vulnerability.

Jungkook can sense these three things in your tone and face, your mascara is runny, your lipstick smudged and your eyes still have fat tears ready to fall from them.

He doesn’t really know How to respond to your question

Do you still want to go home with him despite the way he treated you? “U-Uh if you want, we could go home now..” he immediately looks away because he doesn’t want you to see him crying

Jungkook doesn’t even move forward to take your hand because he doesn’t really deserve to touch you right now especially when he’s threatened to hurt you.

He’s not sure if you want his touch right now

And he’s not sure how he can bring himself to touch you.. after he traumatized you

The truth is that he took out his anger on you when he was supposed to take it out on sarang. You didn’t deserve it.

But how is he going to fix this?

You nod and walk ahead, with slow steps, jungkook immediately follows behind you. Not even bothering to say goodbye to his friends and family because he’s not really in the right state of mind right now.

“Umm..” he says. You both exit the venue. “Get in..” he says surprisingly gently. You get in and jungkook does the same.

Jungkook starts to drive.

The Silence is so fucking intense. He wants to focus on driving but all he can see right now is your tearful face?

“Yn.. I’m going to drop you home.. after that I will go out. I need some fresh air.” He announces. He’s not sure if he deserves to be in the same phase as you especially not when he’s still angry.

He doesn’t understand why he feels so angry

He should go to Ian and maybe talk to him.. vent to him

“Please.. please don’t do what you said.. I promise I won’t go to jail, but you have to promise that you won’t ever do something to my child.. our child yn.. please..”

[min-yunki-agustd]

Hi! I need to say thay you're a really good writer! and my question is: you said once that sickfic day 3 of the sicktober (Jk being sick at the airport/plane and getting cared by Joonie) could have a part 2. This request will it be done? I'm about intessed in what will happen after jk's fainting.

Thank you! That means a lot to me! I wasn't going 👀 to but I most definitely will now lol. I almost accidentally left yall on a cliffhanger my bad.

link to part 1: ( warning way too many editing mistakes) https://min-yunki-agustd.tumblr.com/post/697138312051343360/day-3-

Airplane Part 2

sickie: jk

caretaker namjoon

tw: mention of nausea, emeto, etc

word count: almost 1k 🥲

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Jungkook's Pov

it's dark. no, I can't open my eyes.

Jungkook is becoming aware that he's not conscious but is struggling to gain consciousness. He tries moving his limbs but they were still. It was like he was in sleep paralysis only his head was extremely foggy and he can't see anything. He slowly begins to come back to reality. Though He's still unable to lift his heavy eyelids he's become more aware of what is happening behind his body. There is yelling. lots of noise. He hears many voices but the closes voices he could hear were the sound of medical professionals. He figured since they sound so official. He couldn't really tell because though there loud the actual words are jumbled up in his brain. A slightly more distant voice but more familiar voice though grumbly and low. Namjoon? he thought in his own head. He focused back on his surroundings. The soft humming sound of the plane was gone. As if the plane ride was over. He began to come back to reality faster when he felt cold metal touch his arms. He could hear namjoon's voice again. he sound like he was saying something comforting. whatever he said helped Jungkook was scared.

NamJoon POV

namjoon watched over the younger telling him "everything is ok Jungkook your going to be alright." namjoons eyes were a little watery. from the moment jk fainted to when the plane landed namjooon held Jungkook in his arms doing the best he could until help could come. He yelled out and flight attendants came bursting in. He kinda expected the other members to come running as so as he yelled but he learned later that they were forced to remain seated by other flight attendants. The flight attendants fanned jk's splayed body They told the pilots and they did an emergency landing. Calling emergency services so that they'd already be there by the time they landed. Namjooon had to keep it together. No matter how many times he yelled his name jungkook would not wake up or even move for that matter. It felt like ages before they reached the ground and when they did and emergency services came to help, namjoon gave him all the information he could. explaining his parlor complexion, his slightly unusual behavior, and he's going back and forth to the bathroom being ill. Right after He was lifted up and placed on the gurney. Namjoon quickly announced ' HE"S WaKing UP" coming out a little louder than he thought it would. Jungkook's once limp body regain a little life when his eyes squeezed tight and fluttered open. Halfway opened against the blinding lights. the paramedics are plugging him up to things checking his pulse and strapping him onto the gurney.

JK Pov

He was finally out of the dark place he was stuck in. The moment of happiness for finally being away was washed away when the pain came back instantly. He whinnied and squirmed in place. His head felt like tenth thousand pounds weighs. He was dizzy and tho he felt an emptiness in the pit of his stomach he felt nausea rise in his throat. His stomach threatened to lose the bout of stomach acid that plagued his throat before he passed out. In summary, he felt awful now that he was awake. The pain in his stomach made him thrash a bit and fight the restraints that held him safely in the chair. shifted a bit. The pain and making him irrational. That was until he felt a gentle warm hand rest against his arm. It calmed him a bit knowing namjoon was with him.

No pov

The paramedics rolled him off to the ambulance. They had replaced the plane steps with a machine that rises and lowers. Namjoon was allowed to stay with jungkook. Before leaving completely namjoon told the others to tell the manager what was going on and namjoon said that as soon as he could he'd give the name of the hospital so that the rest of the members can come. Namjoon knows they'll probably realize the lie when they see Jungkook's file but namjoon doesn't care that's a concern for hybe. On the way to the hospital was having trouble with his stomach and had to be given a bag. Before he could even tell anybody a splash of clear sick burst from his throat and then lips. Making a mess of his face and his hand when he slapped it against his face. In an attempt to contain the sick. He kept his head in the bag for the rest of the ride after that incident. It was an uncomfortable situation for his stomach but as long as joon was there he felt like he was ok. They made it to the hospital safely. Jungkook was immediately taken to a room and given ivy fluids to regain all the nutrients and hydration he'd lost. He was given serval tests to see what was wrong but after three tests he was told to rest. The members managed to come as soon as namjoon sent off the text of the hospital's name. Jungkook wasn't quite like himself but he looked better than before. During their stay at the hospital (Jungkook and namjoon) namjoon did everything he could for jk. When he needs another pillow, namjoon would call the nurse. When jk needs meds Joon made sure he got them, Namjoon even filled outJungkook's paperwork. When things were a bit more settled and jungkook finally felt like getting rest namjoon brought over a chair and gently played with the younger hair knowing that this movement would sure put him to sleep faster.

Once jungkook was snoring namjoon for a second to himself to relax, it was late and he hadn't even realized how tired he was getting. He walked across the hospital room and turned off the lights. He sat back down in his chair and began to fall asleep himself...

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To Be Continued...

If this fic repeats it self please let me know inn the comments my computer was being weird.

[retrievablememories]

idk if it’s just me reading too much into it but what was meant when oc in the ending said this sensation feels familiar was it just her finally feeling free once and for all or her being reminded of someone’s touch 🤯🤯 THE FIC WAS TEWWWW GOOD HAVE TO GIVE U UR 10S FOR IT … 10000000000S IF WERE BEING REAL

YOU CAUGHT IT! that was definitely meant to be a throwback to when jungkook picked her up when they were in the driveway and she'd just seen the polaroids

in this scenario when she's lifted up she's actually being saved by the paramedics, and it's meant to be reminiscent of how jungkook was supposed to be the one doing the same thing and protecting her but, well, that didn't turn out too well 🥴

thank you ❣ lolol!

[impider]

that part on the seven music video where jungkook is on the stretcher but he starts fighting the paramedics when han so hee walks by is so ezracore is has me howling

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*:･ﾟ✧ taekook medic fest

↳ This fest is all about Taehyung and/or Jungkook as medics. Be it nurses, medical students, practitioners, surgeons, paramedics and more.

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↳ fic reveals season 1

[matchagator]

I really love clash ❤❤ it's my favorite series

I like cute bickering of Jungkook and oc and their flirting too 😂😂😆 and the story-line is really absorbing it keeps you thrilled like what will happen next, you have done really amazing work 👏👏👏

And I also like that jk is paramedic cuz I am a medical student too 🤭🤭

Aw! I’m so glad haha. Yes, I loved adding the extra paramedic factor. Thanks for letting me know your comments. I truly appreciate it! 🥰❤️

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

𝓣𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓒𝓪𝓻𝓮 : Unsaid Rules

There's forbidden words in the hospital that you're simply not allowed to say. But some people just can't keep their mouths shut, it seems like.

Tags/Warnings: Hospital/Medical AU, Doctor!Jungkook, slightly aged up!Jungkook, Doctor!Yoongi, Nurse!Jimin, Doctor!Namjoon, mentions of Doctor!Hoseok, Paramedic!Jin, blood, medical terms, hospital stuff come on this is a medical au, somewhat of an intro to everything really

Length: 3k words

A/N: Please do not come for my throat if some stuff doesn't make sense. I've tried hard, but I'm not a doctor, and so none of this should be taken too seriously. Treat it like a medical drama. Those ain't real either haha

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"Alright!" Jungkook greets everyone in his department, walking around to find all computer screens dark. "What's going on here?" He asks, tapping at the keyboard- but nothing springs to life.

"Jimin jinxed the shift about half an hour ago." Namjoon, an emergency physician and also best friend of Jungkook's, sighs. "Said the 'Q-word', now all the computers down here and in pediatrics' crashed. They've sent someone out already though." He explains.

"Oh come on now-" Jungkook whines. "-three weeks leave and you come back and drop something like this? Go back to where you came from!" He jokingly curses at his friend, who just rolls his eyes.

"Don't you have to be in your own department, Doctor Jeon?" He asks playfully sarcastic, making his friend laugh, as he grabs his water bottle and some files, before he does just that.

Jungkook has been working in the hybrid care department for almost five whole years at this point. He's one of only a few specialists in the country- making his department pretty busy most of the time. But he doesn't mind it- he's studied his ass off for a reason, pursued this career because he truly wanted it. So in a way, he's proud to be the one many people trust in.

He greets fellow members of staff- some he knows, other's he's not too familiar with, before he finally enters the familiar hallways, starting his day.

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When Jungkook was still in school, he didn't have any ambitions at all.

He's not the kind of doctor who always wanted to be one ever since he was a kid- in fact, quite the opposite. He remembers his mother always telling him how terrified he was as a child to have to go to a doctor, even if it was just for a regular check up, or flu shot. It scared him, the needles and strange people and noises- but by now, they've become normal, routing, comforting even in certain cases.

At the beginning, he wanted to be a pediatrician. Work with kids, cause that seemed to be the easiest for him back then. But then, things changed.

He changed.

Watching someone die in front of you can be life changing- sometimes just a moment, but other times for your entire future as well. He remembers the young cat hybrid playing with him, without a care in the world. They were both not even fifteen when the young boy suddenly fell, for no apparent reason, and never woke up. He'd seen him be worked on, watched from the sidelines, frozen in place. Could he have done something?

In hindsight, he knows there was really nothing he could've done to prevent things from happening. It wasn't his fault- but simply a problem in the system, back then.

Sudden Arrhythmic Death Syndrome had been, and is still, not something entirely uncommon in human children, hybrids, and even more common in infant hybrids than anyone else. Untreated heart arrhythmia, combined with a change in blood pressure, rush of adrenaline, or even just sleep- things he now knows, but back then, had been absolute horror to him.

To imagine that the young boy simply died because people didn't check properly still hangs heavy on his mind.

It's why he chose to study them, instead of work at his father's restaurant. Chose to be different, make a change, even if it's just a drop in a bucket not even halfway filled. He's not going to simply shrug his shoulders when he can't find a reason for someone being sick. He's not going to be told that he simply didn't do his work properly.

He's one of the most active doctors around. Has inspired some others to be more on-patient as well. And it fills him with pride, knowing that he can influence the hospital staff in that way.

"Ah, there you are." A doctor with a grim expression calls out, grabbing his coat. "Was just looking for you. I've got the CT back for the otter hybrid in 210." He says, holding some papers out for him to check out. "It's not conclusive, but considering that she's never had it happen before, I'd agree with you on encephalitis, honestly. Temperature's been climbing steadily, and nurses said she's complaining of stomach pain too." He nods. "Though I want to see her personally together with you, if you've got time." The man asks, and Jungkook nods.

"Of course. You know I trust you most with things like this." He nods, walking to the room in question with his friend next to him.

Min Yoongi is his name, and most of the staff around here don't like him all that much.

Mostly because the neurologist barks demands and commands around like a testosterone filled wolf hybrid, and walks around as if someone had pissed bladder stones in his iced americano he drinks every hour of the day. Only the people who witness him talk to the hybrids and younger patients around know, that there's a lot more to the medical professional than he lets on.

And he's also great with the angry drunk people- because what he lacks in height, he makes up for in scary when he wants to.

"Hello there!" Jungkook chimes up at the young otter hybrid in question sitting on her bed, monitors beeping in rhythm as they approach her- her owner sitting close by. "Do you remember me?" Jungkook asks, while the nurse adjusts the drip of medication on the side. The hybrid shakes her head, before she looks around again- sometimes staring in interest at the other, shorter doctor next to Jungkook. "No? That's okay." He chuckles, walking closer with his friend and colleague in tow, who takes out a pen with a light on the other end. "My friend here is a bit quiet just like you are, but I heard you can call him Yoongi if you want." He chuckles, making the doctor roll his eyes at the common joke Jungkook tends to make.

"Just look at me for a moment, alright?" Yoongi questions, trying to grab the hybrid's attention. "I know he's handsome but I'm not too bad either, am I?" He jokes, making the other hybrid smile a bit shyly as she nods. It makes him smile as well, as he checks the pupil's reaction, satisfied with his results before he turns the light off, tucks the pen away in his front pocket. "Can you tell me what day we have?" He asks.

"…monday." The meek hybrid answers, looking at Jungkook with her big brown eyes. They remind him of his own, back when he was a kid.

"Monday, alright." Yoongi nods to himself. "Do you know where you are?" He questions further, owner scooting a bit closer as he watches everything with a nurturing gaze.

"Home?" The otter answers a little unsure, before something near the window grabs her attention. "Birds." She chimes up, and Yoongi chuckles a little.

"I know, there's a lot outside there, hm?" He nods, before he tabs her leg to gain her gaze back. "Can you tell me your name? You've not introduced yourself yet." He asks, hunching a bit over to make himself less of a threat. Though, it's clear that the hybrid patient has got no fear really.

"…Min?" she asks, pointing at his name embroidered into his coat. Yoongi nods.

"Hm, disoriented in time, place and person." He tells the nurse he's noticed come in behind him, voice a lot more authorative and deep as he talks to the staff. He knows the young student doesn't mind. He shouldn't, really. 'you're still too soft for the real deal', he'd told him only yesterday after the poor guy had been found crying outside the hospital after witnessing his first cardiac arrest. 'Don't take it home.' he'd patted his shoulder- a rare gesture of compassion, before he'd left the young student by himself.

They both excuse themselves for a moment, Yoongi scratching the back of his head before he puts his head in his pockets. "Blood test?" He asks, and Jungkook shrugs.

"Didn't get it back yet- the lab computers crashed, because Jimin said the Q-word this morning." He chuckles, crossing his arms. "But they should come in any minute, same as urine."

"I'd still like to take her for an EEG, just to make sure." Yoongi nods to himself, grabbing his little pager that starts to chime obnoxiously. "I'm wanted in majors right now, but I'll tell them to schedule it." The neurologist tells his coworker, already walking off- and Jungkook nods, shouts a thank-you after him, before he enters the room again to give the owner the proper updates.

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A few days later, Jungkook is getting ready for his twelve-hour shift at the emergency department, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt when he hears the familiar shuffling of his best friend's slides on the smooth hospital floor coming closer.

"Alright park-" Yoongi walks in, making the nurse in question snap his head around at the sound of his voice. "-you're stuck with me for the next 12 hours, and if I hear you drop that Q-word one fucking time I swear to god I'll piss in your energy drink the moment you're not looking." He threatens, making Jungkook chuckle as he clips on his nametag, and checks for his ID card and other necessities he will need.

"It slipped out okay?!" Jimin whines, though everyone knows he did it on purpose.

Jimin is a senior nurse- and very good at his job. Even if everyone jokes around with him, he's still a person of authority, and even people like Min Yoongi respect him for his work a lot. He pulls a huge weight after all, working almost always in the emergency department by choice, a very compassionate person with deep care for every patient that comes in.

"Alright, I'll go try and get myself some coffee-" Jungkook starts, when suddenly, a voice rings out.

"Adult male hybrid trauma in 10, Adult male hybrid trauma in 10."- and everyone looks at the doctor with sympathy, Yoongi patting his back as he walks by.

"Seems like your caffeine has to wait, kid." He jokes, as Jungkook throws his head back. The moment of rare playfulness with the man lasts for a moment, before he turns around to write something down. "I don't know if you've all forgotten that ten stands for ten minutes and you've wasted two of them already, but if you don't want me to remove all chairs here again-" He threatens, finishing his writing, "-I better see you all on your feet before the time left hits 7." The doctor scolds, forcing everyone to scramble and get everything in order and ready for the arrival of the call.

Everyone's now getting ready when the door opens, paramedics entering with the patient, rolling the young man into the spot the medical staff want him- or rather, where Namjoon, the leading emergency doctor, had said he will want him. He'd just started his shift as well, having only really had time to wash his hands and get a bit of info on what's to come, as he now get's filled in by the paramedic.

"So his name is Hajoon, 22 year old canine hybrid, owner has called after he's been hit by a bus." The man offers, while everyone else starts assessing him. "No visible head injuries, no disorientation whatsoever, was conscious at scene but has drifted off a little from the medication we've given." Yoongi stands by closely, listening to everything with a serious face. "Definite pelvis fracture and broken humerus, full sensation and ability to move the lower arm, hand and fingers so no apparent nerve injury." The man with the name tag 'Kim Seokjin' reads all the medication given from his clipboard, filling everyone in on what's happened until now. "He's usually a very active and healthy guy, no underlining health issues whatsoever, vaccines are all up to date, and owner is on it's way as we speak." He finishes, and Namjoon nods, having soaked up all the information flowing around while everyone else does what they can.

"Alright let's send him out for CT right away to check for any internal injuries and to catch a good look at the fractures, and I want a Hybrid Special's to look at him right after. Until then we'll lower down the medications to get him conscious again, We can switch to something else regarding the pain later but I want him up and alert, the faster the better." Namjoon calls out, and everyone moves to do what's been told.

Jungkook is watching from the sidelines for now, waiting for the first scuffle to clear up as the young man is being cared for.

"Haven't seen each other in a while." Seokjin says from the side with a soft smile, washing his hands after he'd given his notes to the younger doctor. "Hope your break has been good."

"Yeah well, you know me." Jungkook offers kindly, looking through the patient's records. "Can't really keep still for long. Was he actually fully conscious when you guys got to him?" The young doctor wonders, and Seokjin nods.

"Was pretty surprised. He was folded like a pretzel, obviously complaining, but entirely alert." He shakes his head. "It's surprising what they can endure, really." He chats, before he gets ready to leave again, saying goodbyes.

Jungkook knows that he'll see him again sooner than he'd like to, probably.

"Doctor Jeon?" Jimin chimes playfully after a while of calm in the emergency room, and Jungkook looks up from the clipboard, already used to the older one's antics. "Namjoon wants you to check out the CT upstairs." He informs him, and Jungkook nods, making his way to the proper department, greeting some staff on his way before he enters the room.

"Ah, Jungkook. Here, you might wanna see this." He says, letting the young doctor walk closer to check out the scan images.

Jungkook can't help but shake his head. "Well that's gonna be fun to put back together." Jungkook snorts to himself. "Hoseok's gonna have the time of his life pulling that one off."

"Well he always brags how good he is-" Namjoon shrugs, crossing his arms. "So he'll have more to show off if he gets that boy up and running again." He jokes, before they pull him back out and into the hallway. It's on the way back when the young man starts to move, eyeing his surroundings as he becomes conscious again. "Oh- hello there, please stay like this okay? You're fine." Namjoon immediately reassures. "My name is Doctor Kim I'm a doctor at Seoul Central Hospital, do you know what happened to you? He asks, and the young man nods, groaning a bit in pain.

"Let's give him some pain relief but please don't knock him out again okay?" Namjoon suggests, while Jungkook looks over the young man, instantly in work-mode as he looks out for any potential signs that his situation could slip to the worse. "Jungkook can you ask someone to fetch Hoseok for me please? I want him to schedule surgery asap." He says, and Jungkook nods, already off to find a nurse.

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Jungkook can sometimes be seen as scarier looking than he is.

He's got a pretty muscular body, tattoos he knows the hospital only tolerates because he's the only specialist they got their hands on, and piercings as well. He also tends to not wear his doctor's coat all that much- rather dressed in casual-formal wear, sleeves rolled up and nametag stuck to his front shirt pocket. Not to be a rebel- but because it makes people feel a bit more at ease with him, especially the hybrids who tend to be easily frightened and withdrawn in hospitals.

"Hey, before I go-" Jungkook says, walking past Jimin who's also ready to end his shift. "-do you know what happened to the canine hybrid from this morning? Hajoon, wasn't it?" He asks, and Jimin lights up, nodding.

"Was confused for quite a while, but after Yoongi had worked his magic with him, he finally responded to everything." He chuckles. With 'working his magic', he's talking about Yoongi's rather.. commanding tone of voice, something he does often when he notices a patient being capable of responding, but simply too 'lazy' to do so. It can come off as a bit harsh sometimes, but he means well- and after his words had found listening ears, it had reassured everyone including the rather distressed elderly owner in her chair at the side. "Here, let me pull up…" Jimin says, typing some things on the computer, before he pulls up some x-ray images. "Look at that!" He laughs, and Jungkook shakes his head in disbelief.

"And he's gonna be all good?" He asks, Jimin nodding in response.

"Hoseok said he's probably going to walk again just fine in a few months. And he'll have a pretty interesting story to tell every time he gets screened at the airport from now on." The nurse jokes, making Jungkook laugh. "Oh, and I heard Yunhee was discharged today, wasn't she?" He asks about the otter hybrid who had, indeed, caught encephalitis- an infection affecting the brain.

"Yeah- pretty much demanded I'd get Yoongi though so she could give him a goodbye-hug." He chuckles, and Jimin puts his hand to his heart.

"I wish he would give me a hug too!" He complains, and both laugh, very much aware that that will probably never happen at all with the rather stoic and withdrawn neurologist. And with the reassurance that today, he's been able to help save a life yet again, Jungkook walks into the staff room; takes off his nametag, puts on his jacket, his shoes-

waving everyone goodbye, after an exhausting twelve hour shift.

Just to do it all over again the next week rolls around.

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"He's gonna be okay" Yoongi reassured as he watched the paramedics tend to the unconscious Jungkook

I gulped, nodding and not reslly replying. I watched as Jungkook started to come around and feel better. "Jungkook!" I grin, rushing over to hold his hand.