“Hey, will you still be able to make it?” Jungkook says to you through the phone. He was currently preparing the “date” he was going to have with you.
The“date that isn’t a date but is a date” according to Taehyung. Actually, Taehyung was with him right now, helping him out.
“Of course, I’m on my way. The park by campus right? Jimin’s dropping me off as we speak,” you say. Jungkook’s eyes go wide.
“Oh, you’re almost there?” He says, turning to Taehyung in panic.
“It’s okay,” Taehyung says, “don’t worry.”
“Who’s that?” you question, hearing a voice that doesn’t belong to Jungkook.
“The friend I told you I made in class. Taehyung. He’s helping me with something. Anyways, I’ll see you in a bit. Get there safe,” Jungkook says, not waiting for your response before hanging up.
“She’s going to get there before me,” Jungkook says, grabbing his camera and backpack. Taehyung grabs the blanket and the plastic bag full of your favorite snacks on top of the bed.
“Don’t worry about it, Jimin sucks at driving. We’ll get there before he does,” Taehyung says, walking nonchalantly out of Jungkook’s dorm.
Jungkook told Taehyung about your study session with Jimin earlier today and he mentioned how Jimin is his best friend and roommate.
“Oh Yn is the one that needs a calc tutor?” Taehyung says to Jungkook with a huge smile on his face. “My best friend is the one tutoring her!”
“Your best friend is Jimin?”
“Yup. Best friend, roommate, soulmate, you name it,” Taehyung says, taking a seat at Jungkook’s desk. “Have you met him? He’s a great guy. Smart, nice, adorable..”
“Are you in love with him or something?” Jungkook says, handing him a drink. Taehyung grimaces at him, taking the soda can from his hand.
“No I hate that guy,” he says, cracking it open. “But a lot of girls and guys do fall for him. He’s really pretty.”
“Oh,” Jungkook sits down at the foot of his bed, facing Taehyung. “Do you… Do you think Yn would like him then?”
“Of course, everyone likes him!” Jungkook frowns and Taehyung quickly shakes his head. “No no, not in that way of course. He’s still single for a reason.”
“Oh, is he like a bad guy or something,” Jungkook says.
“No, he’s the sweetest.”
“Taehyung!”
–
“Thanks for dropping me off Jimin,” you say, taking off your seatbelt.
“Of course, I wouldn’t want you to go here all alone. Is your friend here?” Jimin says, taking off his seatbelt as well and stepping out of the car.
“Jungkook should be around here,” you say, “you don’t have to wait for me, I’ll be fine.” Jimin shakes his head, walking to your side of the car. He opens your door and holds his hand out to help you get out. You blush as you put your hand on his.
“It’s dangerous for someone to be out alone this late,” Jimin says. He’s still holding on to your hand.
“No worries, she won’t be alone,” you hear someone say. It’s Jungkook and he’s walking up to the two of you. He glances down at you two’s hands for a second too long and Jimin lets go.
“Okay good,” Jimin says, smiling at Jungkook. “It’s good to see you again by the way. The four of us should hang out sometime.”
“Four of us?” you ask. You know you’re bad at math but not that bad. You point at yourself, then Jungkook, then Jimin, holding up three fingers at him. He laughs at you, his eyes forming little crescent moons. He turns to Jungkook and points behind him. At the car parked just a few feet away, a boy with super fluffy hair and a boxy smile was waving at you excitedly.
“HI YN. JUNGKOOK TOLD ME A LOT ABOUT YOU. I’M TAE BTW,” he yells at you, making you laugh.
“NICE TO MEET YOU TAE. JIMIN NEVER MENTIONED YOU,” you yell back, giggling when Tae’s jaw drops.
“Sorry,” Jimin says in a normal tone of voice.
“I’M EATING YOUR LEFTOVERS,” Taehyung says, getting back in the car and quickly driving away.
“Oh no he doesn’t,” Jimin says, rushing to the driver’s side of his car. “Tomorrow again Yn?” He asks you before getting in. You smile at him and nod. “Okay, see you then. You too, Jungkook.”
“Bye Jimin!”
“Bye Jimin,” Jungkook says, waving. “By the time he gets there, Taehyung will be done with his food already,” he says to you, laughing.
“What makes you say that?”
“He drives slow.”
You look at Jungkook, quirking up an eyebrow at him.
“Taehyung told me, we left the dorms after you called me and still got here at the same time.”
“Oh,” you say. “Well anyways, what are we doing?” You look down at all the stuff he was holding. “Picnic?”
“Yeah, and we’ll take some pictures for the project,” Jungkook says, walking off. You catch up with him, sneaking your arm around his.
“Where are we going to do all of this?” You ask, looking up at him. Jungkook points to the biggest hill. “All the way up there??”
“It’s not that high,” he says.
“It’s high enough for my legs to get tired,” you mumble.
“Want me to carry you then,” Jungkook says. You think about it for a second before shaking your head no. “Okay, then suck it up.”
–
“So what do we do?” You ask as you watch Jungkook set up a tripod in front of you. You were sitting on the blanket he laid out.
“Sit, talk, eat, look at the stars. I need a candid shot,” he says, running away from the camera.
“So is it just going to keep clicking or…”
“It’s recording, I can just go through it later and take some screencaps.”
“Okay,” you say, sitting down comfortably and looking up at the stars. You even point to one for dramatic effect. Jungkook laughs at you as you do this.
“You don’t have to act, just be natural,” he says.
“Fine. What are we taking pictures for again? Your movie poster right? What’s it about? Two friends going on an evening picnic?” Jungkook lets out a nervous laugh.
“Umm… more like two friends at the meteor shower. Making wishes.” You smile at him.
“So basically us the other day?”
“Yeah, basically. But it’s a love story.”
“Ooohspicy~”
“More like sweet,” he laughs. “See, the boy is in love with the girl. But she doesn’t know it yet. In this story, every wish that’s made comes true. At least the non silly ones.”
“Was my calculus wish silly then?” You say, making a face that Jungkook laughs at.
“Not at all. Passing calc is important for you, it’s going to come true.”
“So what are their wishes? The kids in your story.” Jungkook bites his bottom lips, looking away from you for a second before he answers your question.
“Uhh,.. Well the girl wants to pass her class and … well the boy wants the girl.” He says. Turning to you. “Because he’s been in love with her. Since she drew him that heart on his notes with her purple highlighter back in high school.”
Suddenly your heart stopped.
You let out a small, awkward laugh.
“Are we still talking about the project?”
“Y-yeah, of course,” Jungkook says, looking away from you. You didn’t know how to feel. Did your best friend just confess to you? Isn’t this a bit too… out of nowhere?
“Jungkook,” you say, grabbing his hand. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make this awkward.”
“No, it’s fine, it was my fault, I should’ve just kept it to myself.”
“Was that really your wish though? You like me?”
“Is that pathetic?” He says quietly. You smile, shaking your head.
“No, of course not. I would’ve done the same.” He nods, smiling at you as you squeeze his hand.
“I hope this doesn’t change much between us. It’s okay if you don’t like me back. I at least had to tell you.”
“Yeah, no, it’s– it’s fine, don’t worry. You’re still my Jungkook.” He laughs, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you in for a hug.
“And you’re still my seaweed.”
“UGh,” you groan. “Ruined it.”
He laughs as he pulls away. “Anyways, I brought your favorite snacks.”
“Ooh thank you~ but is it okay if we eat them later instead? I’m still kind of full.”
“Oh did you just eat?”
“Yeah, Jimin took me to Pied Piper. He has a friend that works there. And you’ll never guess who it is.”
Jungkook laughs, rubbing his hand on his forehead. “I bet it’s that Jin guy.”
“YES.” You shake your head. “But don’t worry. Turns out, he flirts with all the cute girls for tips.”
“But he never flirted with you,” Jungkook says, trying not to laugh.
“He probably sensed that I’m broke.”
“Or that you’re not cute,” he responded. Without hesitation. Making your jaw drop.
“Says the one who likes me.”
“Hey, it’s the personality that matters.”
You smack him hard on the arm, making him get up and run a few feet away.
You two are going to be just fine.
“You’re annoying.”
“But you love me anyways,” Jungkook says, running to his camera. “Okay, but I think we’re good with the shots.” He hits the stop button and turns the camera off.
“So that’s it?” You ask, helping him pack everything into his bag.
“Pretty much. Why? Do you want to do anything else?”
“I’m in the mood for coffee..”
Jungkook laughs as he swings his backpack on. “Coffee? It’s like 10. In the evening.”
“So?”
“You’re not going to sleep tonight.”
“When do I ever?”
“You literally sleep all the time.”
“Jungkooooooook,” you whine. “Please. You can’t let me walk to get coffee alone.” Jungkook rolls his eyes, giving in. He extends his hand out to you and you happily grab his hand. “Thank you.”
“Yeah yeah. Which cafe do you want to go to?”
“Well there’s this bakery in between Magic Shop and Pied Piper that sells some good coffee. I’ve never been but I’ve heard good things.”
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After a failed attempt at working on homework together, Jimin and you are now at his friend Jin’s apartment! Along with Taehyung and Jungkook of course. And one more friend you were about to meet.
“Did you bring it?” Jungkook asks you right when you enter the door. You nod, walking up to him and handing him his switch. “Thank youuu~” He says, immediately sinking into the couch next to Taehyung.
“Hi!” You hear someone say excitedly behind you. “I’m Hobi,” he says, already leaning in for a hug.
“Hi, I’m Yn,” you say, giggling.
“Yn!” Jin yells from the kitchen. “Are you hungry?” You peek behind Hobi and smile at Jin.
“Yes,” you say. Jungkook taps your leg with his foot.
“Sit next to me,” he says. You turn around, flopping down next to him. “How was the study sesh?”
“Well I spent half of it on my phone and so Jimin scolded me a lot,” you tell him, resting your head on his shoulder. You watch the television as Jungkook and Taehyung play Mario kart.
“She’s very stubborn,” Jimin says, pointing at you. Jungkook laughs, nodding in agreement.
“I just, really don’t like math,” you say. “… anymore.”
finally we got some really help (sorry taehyung <3) and AH THAT PHOTO SEQUENCE OF SEOKJIN REALLY DID SOMETHIMG TO ME AHHH coffee? don’t need that, all i need is kim seokjin
“Welcome to my dorm~” You say, moving out of the way to let Hobi walk in. He looks around, nodding his head.
“I know, it’s messy, but I didn’t really have much time to clean. I thought you’d be away from campus right now,” you say, closing the door and walking by him. When you texted, he happened to be right outside the dorm building. He laughs at you.
“It’s fine, really. The boys are much worse than this.” He sits down at the foot of your bed. “Is there a reason why you invited me over?”
“Yes! Actually. I wanted to talk with you,” you tell him as you sit down beside him. “I didn’t have anyone else to talk about it with and out of the group, I’d feel like you’d be the best person to help.”
“What is it about exactly?” Hobi asks, turning his body to face you. You could already tell that he would give you solid advice by the way he looks eager to listen.
“My feelings.. About Jungkook.. I- I usually talk to him about everything and … well this is about him so I can’t. And I can’t talk about this to Jin, because I feel like he’s helping him out and so his advice would be biased.” Hobi smiles at this, but you didn’t notice because you were looking away from his face. “And, well, Taehyung would want us to be together, so his advice wouldn’t be helpful at all. Lastly, I don’t know if Jimin would even give good advice! He’s good at math, but I just have a feeling he’d suck at this,” you say, turning back to look at Hobi. He has a big smile on his face now.
“What?” you ask him, awkwardly scratching your arm.
“Okay, well first of all, I’m honored that I’m the one you’re trusting with this. Which is a valid choice considering all the reasons you mentioned about the boys. They are correct. They made a group chat with all of us in it, without you, to help Jungkook out.”
“REALLY?” you yell out of surprise, making Hobi jump a little. “Oh my gosh, I’m sorry,” you say, putting your hand on his arm, letting out a giggle. You didn’t know he was jumpy. “But ugh, I knew it!”
“I saw the messages before I got here, they were texting in the group chat. I haven’t gotten to respond because your message popped up for me to come over. But I saw that Jungkook was a little upset that you left or he thinks he might’ve scared you off.”
“Noo, ugh, it’s not his fault, it’s mine,” you say, burying your face into your hands. You drag your hands down just slightly for your palms to cup your cheeks. “He was being his normal self but I was overthinking everything. And I’m sure the guys are giving him advice on what to do but it honestly felt like we were doing the same thing we always do. Does that make sense?
It’s just… now that I know that he likes me, they started feeling different. Like we always go on breakfast dates and cuddle when watching movies.. But for some reason my mind is going everywhere and I can’t focus on what we’re doing.”
“It seems like you’re starting to like him,” Hobi says. His face was serious.
“No,” you say.
“Is it wrong to like him?” Hobi asks you. You nod.
“He’s my best friend,” you say. “If I like him, I’d lose my best friend.”
“No you won’t. He likes you, and if you like him, you’d both like each other. You would have a best friend, and a boyfriend.”
“But what if something happens? What if our relationship doesn’t work out?”
“Then if you two have loved each other enough, you can just go back to being friends.”
“That sounds easier said than done,” you say with a slight laugh. “How can you go back to before like nothing happened.”
“Some people were able to go back to being just friends and end up perfectly fine,” Hobi says.
“That’s just some people. Just because it’s happened to someone, doesn’t mean it’ll happen to me.” Hobi quirks an eyebrow at you and starts to slowly smile.
You furrow your brows at him. “What…”
“I wasn’t going to mention it, but since you said that, I will,” he laughs. You started to get nervous. “When we were out getting ice cream yesterday, I asked you if Jungkook and you were together and you said no. Then I said, oh, you two would look like a cute couple and you laughed and said we could never be together and I said why not? and you said my friends in high school dated each other and it didn’t work out and it ended up breaking our friend group apart, i don’t want that to happen to me and Jungkook.” Your eyes widened as he said it word for word.
“You just said just because it’s happened to someone, doesn’t mean it’ll happen to me,” Hobi says. “What are you doing right now? You like him don’t you?”
It was a Sunday morning and you spent it in bed, just about waking up.
*ding ding!*
You rubbed your eyes, feeling around under your blanket for your phone. It was Jungkook.
You put your phone down, sitting up as your door opened and a smiley Jungkook walked in.
“Good morning beautiful,” he says, sitting down right next to you. You gave him a sleepy smile. Your hair is tangled, the scrunchie was lost somewhere in the mess.
“Good morning ugly,” you replied, in which he shoves your shoulder in response.
“Wake up, we’re going out,” he says, you groan, scooting closer to him.
“I’m still a little sleepy,” you said, dropping your head on his shoulder. He wraps his arms around you and you sink into his warmth.
“Well we’re going to get food. Then we’re going to watch a movie, or binge watch a drama back in my dorm, whichever you want.” You lift up your head and look him straight in the face. Your noses are just about to touch each other.
“Why? What’s so special today?” You ask. Jungkook shrugs.
“I can’t spend time with my favorite girl?” You squint at him, pulling away from his hug. You cross your arms over your chest.
“You’re being reeeeeeaaaally weird today,” you said. “And the day had just started…”
He shrugs… again.
“Well there are 4 other guys in your life right now,” he says, referring to Jin, Jimin, Taehyung, and Hobi. “I need to make sure I stay on top.” That wasn’t the real reason, but that’s what he was telling you anyway.
“You’ll always be my number one,” you reassure him.
“Good,” he says. “Now get ready,” he says, pushing you out of bed.
“I can’t go out looking like this?” you joke. You were wearing an oversized shirt that was revealing one shoulder because of how loose it was. Your hair was coming out of a bun, the scrunchie, again, still lost. And lastly, you had some gunk in your eyes. “ I thought you said I looked beautiful.”
“You called me ugly so I took it back,” he says, reaching out to wipe your eye. He grimaces. “Plus, your breath stinks.”
“Alright, alright. I’ll be back,” you say, rolling your eyes, getting up and walking to your bathroom.
Jungkook waits until you close the door before going on his phone to the group chat Jin made. Without you in it.
“I’m ready, where are we going anyways,” you say, stopping right in front of him. Jungkook looks up from his phone and smiles at you.
“You look pretty,” he says. You nod.
“I know, let’s go,” you respond quickly, tugging his arm. Jungkook sighs as he swings his feet over your bed.
“We’re going to have breakfast at Pied Piper,” he tells you, swinging his arm over your shoulder. “Jin hyung’s cooking for us.”
“I thought he was off on the weekends?” You say, frowning. Jungkook shakes his head.
“Not today.”
-
The two of you wait for Jin to come by and take your order. You had your head hanging over the menu as you kept your hands warm between your legs.
Jungkook looks over at you and reaches his arm out. You notice and you look up, right when his hand touches your hair. He tucks it behind your ear.
“Are you okay?” He asks you. You nod.
“Just a little cold,” you tell him. Autumn is just about a few days away from its official start and it isn’t cold just yet. Although your seat was right under a vent that blew cold air. Jungkook looks up and sees the air conditioner.
“Do you want to switch seats?” He asks you, already standing up.
“No it’s okay, I’ll be fine,” you tell him. He’s about to sit back down when he makes eye contact with Jin.
“Your jacket,” he mouths, motioning to the jacket Jungkook was wearing. He wore jackets often, or long sleeves in general. It didn’t matter if it was hot out or not. Jungkook looks down at you and watches you as you continue to go over the menu. He then quickly takes off his jacket, walking over and putting it over your shoulders. You look up at him surprised. He ignores your expression and sits back down across from you, grabbing the menu and beginning to look at it. Trying to look effortless and cool.
“Jungkook you don’t have to–” You start, you sigh anyways when he looks up at you with his big, doe like eyes. “Thank you,” you say, pulling your arm through the sleeves. He smiles softly at you before looking back down at his menu.
Jungkook was always this nice to you, but today felt different.
Was it because now… You know that he likes you?
He said he’s liked you since high school, so it should be the same feeling but being aware of it felt so different.
It’s not the first time he’s called you beautiful, or touched your hair, or even given you his jacket. Heck, your closet is full of his sweatshirts that you have failed to return.
But he likes you.
And not just as friends.
So it’s different.
The same
yet different.
And now you’re confused.
“So what are you getting?” Jungkook asks you, closing his menu and distracting you from your thoughts. You look up at him in surprise. You weren’t really paying attention as you flipped through the menu. He was kind of on your mind. You furrow your brows at the thought.
“Uhh.. I don’t know. What should I get, what are you getting?” you ask, glancing back down at the menu. Jungkook laughs at you.
“Are you okay? You’re not being you right now,” he says. You shrug.
“I don’t know, it just kind of feels different.”
“What does?” He asks you.
“This,” you gesture to each other and to your surroundings.
“What do you mean? It’s us getting breakfast, we always get breakfast together. And it’s not like it’s our first time here,” he responds, with a smile.
“Yeah but… I don’t know, but it feels like a date. And not like a Yn and Jungkook bestie date but like a… date date. And I don’t know I feel nervous for some reason,” you respond truthfully.
Jungkook glares at you, then he quirks up one eyebrow.
“I mean, this is a normal bestie date. Unless you don’t want it to be,” he says. He smiles at you. That cocky smile he does whenever he’s being annoying. “Do you want it to be a date date?”
You scoff, feeling like it was a set up and the tables have been turned.
“I gave you my answer the other night Jeon Jungkook,” you say, lifting up the menu and hiding behind it. Jungkook laughs, looking up to the side to glance at his hyung. Jin gives him a thumbs up.
-
After breakfast, the two of you were now at Jungkook’s dorm. The two of you decided on watching a drama instead of going to the movies. There weren’t any new movies out that you two haven’t watched yet, but Netflix does have plenty of dramas to choose from.
“Which one should we watch?” Jungkook asks you, clicking through the shows. He had his laptop on his lap while your cheek was pressed up against his arm.
“Ooh, that one looks interesting,” you said, pointing to “Her Private Life”.
“Okay we’ll watch it then.” He clicks on the drama, pushing the laptop back slightly as he sunk into the pillow behind him. He then lifts the arm that you were laying on, pulling you in instead. You snuggle into his chest as you two watch.
-
“Can you imagine having two completely different lives?” Jungkook says, referring to the main character of the show. “I mean, she’s basically Hannah Montana. If she takes off the hat and hoodie and puts on a blazer, she’s not ‘The Road to Sian’ anymore, she’d just be Deokmi.”
To be honest, you couldn’t focus on the show at all. All you could hear was Jungkook’s breathing and his heart beating. You don’t know why you were focusing so much on it.
“But would she as a fangirl be her true self, or would she as the curator be her true self…” Jungkook wonders out loud. “It could be both right?”
“Yeah… I guess so. I don’t know, I’m kind of confused with what’s going on,” you say, sitting up.
“Oh, do you not like it? We can change what we’re watching,” he says, quickly exiting out of the screen.
“No, it’s just,” you sigh. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m so off today.” You say, looking up at your best friend. He’s frowning, looking over at you with a very worried expression.
“Did anything happen? Do you want to talk about what’s on your mind?” he asks you, reaching for your hand. You grab it, shaking your head and smiling up at him.
“I’ll be okay, but maybe we can continue this another day?” You tell him. “I might just need some time to think.”
“Okay, uhh.. think about what?”
“I’ll let you know after I think it through,” you laugh, leaning over to him to give him a hug. “Thank you for this day. I really enjoyed it. My treat next time, okay?”
“Yeah,” he says, watching you pull away. You then get up and grab your things. “Okay.”
you
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feelings
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pairings: jungkook x reader
a/n: i feel like i do this all the time with my aus where yn is so confusing and so the reader gets confused but like the next few updates explains it all and so you won’t get confused anymore does that make sense? i feel like it’s been so long since i’ve done this, i don’t want you guys to be lost T.T
After a failed attempt at working on homework together, Jimin and you are now at his friend Jin’s apartment! Along with Taehyung and Jungkook of course. And one more friend you were about to meet.
“Did you bring it?” Jungkook asks you right when you enter the door. You nod, walking up to him and handing him his switch. “Thank youuu~” He says, immediately sinking into the couch next to Taehyung.
“Hi!” You hear someone say excitedly behind you. “I’m Hobi,” he says, already leaning in for a hug.
“Hi, I’m Yn,” you say, giggling.
“Yn!” Jin yells from the kitchen. “Are you hungry?” You peek behind Hobi and smile at Jin.
“Yes,” you say. Jungkook taps your leg with his foot.
“Sit next to me,” he says. You turn around, flopping down next to him. “How was the study sesh?”
“Well I spent half of it on my phone and so Jimin scolded me a lot,” you tell him, resting your head on his shoulder. You watch the television as Jungkook and Taehyung play Mario kart.
“She’s very stubborn,” Jimin says, pointing at you. Jungkook laughs, nodding in agreement.
“I just, really don’t like math,” you say. “… anymore.”
“You’re majoring in architecture,” Jimin says.
“Okay, and?” you answer back.
“I like her,” Hobi says, smiling at you before walking to the kitchen to help Jin. Your eyes follow him and you see Jin putting meat on a chopping board.
“WOAH. You’re cooking all that? For lunch?” You say, immediately getting up and following Hobi. Jimin passes by you and takes your spot on the couch.
“Yeah, why? Are you not as hungry?” Jin answers. You put your hand over your mouth in awe, not knowing he was a good cook.
I mean, you’re assuming he is by the way he was prepping everything.
You take out your phone and take a picture of him. He looks at you surprised.
“Hey, what are you doing?”
“This makes you even hotter,” you say, snapping another picture. He laughs, getting embarrassed. He then raises his hand to hide his face from the camera. “I’m posting this on twitter,” you say, leaning over the counter.
“So nothing changed?” Taehyung asks, screaming right after Jungkook passed him in the game.
“Between me and Yn?” Jungkook asks, leaning forward and keeping his eyes locked on the screen. “Are you trying to distract me? I’m not going to let you win.”
“Of course not, but yes between you two.” Jimin turns to the two, looking back and forth between Jungkook and Taehyung.
“Wait, do you…” Jimin says, turning to Jungkook.
“Have feelings for Yn?” Jungkook says, “yeah.” Jimin nods.
“Yeah and he needs help with winning her heart,” Taehyung says. “Oh– OH!” He yells, slowly standing up as he passes Jungkook and crosses the finish line. “YES! WOO!”
“Oh,” Jimin says. “Does she know? Or..”
“Yeah… I told her last night after you dropped her off,” Jungkook says, sighing as he puts the switch down.
“Why do you look like that?” Taehyung says, looking at Jimin and furrowing his brows. “Don’t tell me you like her too.” Jungkook looks up and stares at Taehyung for a few seconds before turning to Jimin.
“Oh. It’s okay if you do. She doesn’t like me back anyways. I’m sure you two would hit it off,” Jungkook says, smiling at Jimin before standing up and going to where you were.
Taehyung punches Jimin’s arm, making him flinch.
“Ow,” Jimin says, rubbing his arm as he frowns at his best friend.
“You can’t like her,” Taehyung says. “That’s against the rules.”
“What rules?”
“The bro code! You can’t like another bro’s crush,” Taehyung explains. “That will ruin our friendship.”
“Yeah, I know, I won’t don’t worry,” Jimin says, turning to you. “I like her, but not in that way.”
“Then why did you react the way you did?” Jimin shrugs.
“I was just surprised I guess. I didn’t think any of them had feelings for each other. I was just thinking about how I probably made Jungkook uncomfortable when I’m around.”
“Is it because you’re really touchy around people you like,” Taehyung says, looking down at Jimin’s foot that is now on his lap.
“Yeah, I was literally holding her hand when he came up to us last night when I was dropping her off,” Jimin says, dropping his head on the couch. “I must’ve given him the wrong impression.. I have to tell him I don’t like her like that.”
“Wait, did you guys get the ice cream?” Hobi suddenly asks, looking at you with a worried expression. You felt your cheeks suddenly heat up.
“We forgot,” you whisper. “I’m sorry.” Jungkook laughs at you, shaking his head. Your eyes were big and your cheeks were noticeably more pink.
Hobi smiles at you, shaking his head. “It’s okay, we’ll just get some right now.” He then walks to the living room where the two boys were at and grabs his wallet and keys that were on the coffee table.
“Come, let’s buy ice cream,” Hobi says, gesturing for you and Jungkook. You and Jungkook were about to follow the older one when Jimin yelled.
“Jungkook!” The two of you froze and turned to him with both of your eyebrows raised. “Sorry,” Jimin says with a small laugh. “Yn, you can go with Hobi hyung, Jungkook, stay.”
Jungkook looks at you and you nod.
“He said stay Jungkook, be a good boy and listen to your hyung,” you joke, pushing him towards the boys on the couch. Jungkook glares at you as he walks towards Jimin.
“See you guys later,” you yell, walking out with Hobi.
“And again, I’m cooking alone,” Jin mumbles to himself, looking at the half chopped vegetables that Hoseok was helping with.
“I’ll help hyung,” Taehyung says, standing up and running next to Jin.
“I don’t like Yn,” Jimin says, loud enough for Jin to hear from the kitchen. Not that the kitchen was far from the living room. Actually, the only thing that separated the kitchen from the living room was the kitchen counter.
“You don’t like her?” Jin asks. “Why not? I think she’s great. She’s funny, she’s sweet, and she tells me that I’m good looking.” Jin finished it off by winking at Jimin. Taehyung laughs beside him.
“Yeah you’re right, she is funny. I think that last part that you just said was her best joke.” Jin turns and glares at the younger boy.
“Keep chopping those carrots.”
“No, not like that. I like her, she’s great. I meant that I don’t like her in a romantic way,” Jimin explains. “It might’ve come off wrong, I don’t want you to think I was trying to hit on her or anything. I’m sorry if it did look like it.” Jungkook shakes his head.
“No, it’s okay, don’t worry about it. If you do ever grow feelings for her, don’t let me stop you. I just want the best for her.”
Taehyung quirks an eyebrow at the two. He scoffs, rolling his eyes.
“Jungkook, you’re too nice! Stop that, go fight for your girl!” He yells, holding the knife up. Jin’s eyes widens as he reaches around Taehyung and slowly brings his arm down.
“That’s enough of you in this kitchen, go sit down, thank you,” he says, pushing the younger boy away.
“Anyways,” Jin says. “Can someone explain to me what’s going on? What am I watching here?”
“Jungkook likes Yn. Jimin likes Yn as a friend but you know how Jimin is with his friends. He’s very touchy,” Taehyung explains while he walks to the couch. “Jimin found out like ten minutes ago that Jungkook has feelings for Yn and felt bad that Jungkook might’ve thought that he was trying to flirt with his crush because he was caught holding her hand last night, but really, Jimin was just being Jimin. And so Jimin is explaining to Jungkook that he only likes Yn as a friend. But Jungkook is too nice and is saying it’s okay if he does end up liking her in the future. Because he confessed to Yn last night and Yn didn’t feel the same way. He says that he just wants her to be happy so if Jimin is the one that can do that, then he’s okay with it. Even if it breaks his little heart.”
Jungkook blinks at Taehyung and Jimin laughs at the newbie.
“Taehyung’s favorite pastime is being a hopeless romantic. He lives for these moments. He really wants you to be the one that makes Yn happy.”
“Ooh, so the little one doesn’t know what to do with his feelings now does he?” Jin says.
“Yeah, I don’t. I didn’t really know what it would be like if I ever did confess to her,” Jungkook says. “It was either we ended up together, stayed friends, or stopped being friends.” He shrugs, “I was always scared it would be the last one so I never did it. But now that I did and we’re just friends… I don’t know how to get rid of the feelings right away.”
“You can’t just get rid of feelings after having them for so long– assuming you have liked her for a while,” Jin says. Taehyung nods.
“Since high school,” he answered for Jungkook.
“Then don’t give up. I’m sure if she stayed with you for this long, she’s bound to have some feelings,” Jin says.
“Okay, but, and I’m just playing the devil’s advocate here,” Jimin says. “I’m seriously rooting for you two. But let’s just say, what if she doesn’t?” He says, crossing his arms and looking back and forth between the three guys. “A guy and a girl can be friends. It’s happened before.”
“That’s true,” Jungkook says. “For anything, I could just be a brother to her.” Taehyung winces at the thought.
“Jungkook, you two have so much potential,” Jin says. “I’m sure she’ll end up falling for you eventually. Now that she knows that you like her, it’s in her head. She’ll notice all the little things you do with her and she’ll start to realize that she actually wants to be with you. Trust me.”
“But what if she doesn’t,” Jimin says, resting his head on his hand.
“Are you sure you don’t like her?” Taehyung says. He pushes Jimin slightly. “Who’s side are you on?”
“Okay, I’ll stop, I’m sorry. Hyung?”
“Okay, okay,” Jin says, wiping his hands on a towel. “So this is what you’ll do.”
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feelings
๑ part seven: be a good boy ๑
pairings: jungkook x reader
a/n: i’m going to say this now before anyone comes at me in the future LOL but guys and girls can be friends without any romantic feelings!! for the sake of this au and my hopeless romantic self, that isn’t going to apply in my bts ff universe okay :) lol at least for the two main characters
It was 8 in the morning and you were, for the most part, awake and in a cafe. This time with Jimin and you two were doing math homework together.
Yes, math on a Saturday morning. It was so shocking to you that you had to tweet it.
Okay, you didn’t have to, but you needed an excuse to get on your phone because this was getting boring.
You snap a quick picture of Jimin with your books and work on the table, quickly typing up a caption and posting the tweet. Replying to yourself right under it.
Jimin looks up and sees you smiling down at your phone. Glancing at your screen, he sees that you’re on twitter. He quickly pulls out his phone and finds your tweet, smiling at himself as he comments on your post to catch your attention.
Right when his comment pops up, you look up and glare at him. And all he does is just smile sweetly at you before popping one earphone in his ear and going back to his work book.
You sigh, putting your phone down. You grab your pencil again and tap it on the table as you read the next problem on your worksheet.
You blink at it for a few seconds before glancing up at Jimin. He’s focused on his own work so you quickly grab your phone and slip it underneath the table.
You text Jungkook.
–
Jungkook was currently with Taehyung and his friends. Which quickly became his friends as well. Seokjin and Hoseok aka Jin hyung and Hobi hyung.
The four were walking up to Jin’s apartment when Jungkook’s phone dinged three times in a row.
“Woah, who’s texting you so much?” Hobi asks Jungkook as he takes his phone out of his pocket. Jungkook looks at his screen and smiles when he sees that it’s you and that you’re looking for him and want to hang out. Even though you told him that you were spending the morning with Jimin.
“Is it Yn?” Taehyung asks. “Can I text her back?” Jungkook furrows his brows.
“What are you going to say?” He asks, handing him the phone anyways. The other two boys gather around Taehyung as he types a response. Even taking a quick picture to send to you.
“Here,” Taehyung says, handing Jungkook back the phone. “I’m going to make us six a groupchat.”
Jungkook takes his phone back, reading through the responses Taehyung wrote to you. He laughs at them and smiles when you text again, asking for him.
“Welcome to my apartment,” Jin says, opening the door and letting the boys in. Jungkook looked around in awe.
Jin’s the oldest out of the 4 of them and everyone else still lived in dorms so it was cool that he lives in an apartment of his own.
He also had a lot of cool toys and gadgets lying around.
“Make yourself comfortable,” Jin says, patting Jungkook’s back. The other two were already laying on his couch.
“Come sit over here Jungkookah,” Hobi calls, patting the seat next to him.
Jungkook follows his new hyung and sits next to him before replying to your messages. He couldn’t help but smile at your replies but it disappears when you say that you had to go.
–
Jimin catches you on your phone once again and scolds you for not doing your work.
“You should put your messages on “Do not disturb” so you don’t get distracted by any messages.” He said. “I always keep mine on it because my friends like to spam on our groupchat.”
“Okay, I’m sorry, but let me just post something real quick,” you say, holding up a finger to him. Jimin laughs shaking his head.
“Yn, I thought you wanted to do our work together so that you can focus and have someone to hold you accountable,” he says. You smile at him sheepishly.
“I know I know, I’m sorry. Studying or doing work in general is just so hard for me. Especially if it’s a subject I don’t particularly like.”
“I understand, I’m the same with History. You just need to be more strict with yourself, let’s just keep working for a few more minutes and we can call it a day.” You nod, about to put your phone away when Taehyung’s replies pops up.
“Oh, Taehyung messaged me,” you say. Jimin sighs, dropping his head. He nods and closes his workbook and you look up at him confused.
“Wait, why are you packing up?”
“It’s Taehyung, you won’t get anything done now for sure,” he says.
“So I guess we have mutual friends now huh,” Jimin says as you two walk out of the cafe together.
“I guess so,” you say. “Guess we’ll be spending more time together.”
“Great,” he says, smiling at you with those darn moon eyes. You quickly slap your cheeks to hide the blush and he laughs, putting his arm around your shoulders as he walks you to his car.
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feelings
๑ part six: do not disturb ๑
pairings: jungkook x reader
a/n: bringing in the new friends!!! also i have no idea how to solve that calc problem, i got this online LOL just like yn, i did not do well in that class either i mean, i passed but idk math anymore
my kookie ❤️: currently thinking of you guys… good night …
taehyung: i .. miss you.. and.. i love you mwuah
hobi: caN’T WAIT TO SEE YOU IN THE MORNING
feelings
๑ part eleven.five: what if ๑
pairings: jungkook x reader
a/n: the app i use for the text messaging doesn’t have voice memos so i was just sending my sister voice memos of me singing and making noises so i can edit it over
You and Jungkook walked together, side by side, when you bump into Jimin in front of the boys’ dorm building.
“Is Taehyung still inside?” Jimin asks the two of you. You shrug your shoulders.
“I guess so, he said to meet us out here,” Jungkook answers.
“I think the coffee he drank is making his stomach act up,” you say. Jimin shakes his head.
“I told him Magic Shop sells tea and hot chocolate too but he never listens,” Jimin tells you two. “Let’s just wait out here for him, the room probably stinks.”
“Hey!” Taehyung yells, running from behind you three. Taehyung punches Jimin’s shoulder, making him wince. “I heard you. And for your information,” he points at his best friend, “the room smells like lavender. I sprayed it before I left.”
You couldn’t help but laugh at their interaction. “Uh, okay guys, should we get going?”
“Oh yeah, I’ll just ride with you three so we can just take one car,” Jimin says, starting to walk. “Is Hoseok hyung going by himself?”
“He’s stopping by Pied Piper to get the keys to Jin hyung’s place since he’s still working,” Jungkook answers.
“Ohh..”
“Yeah, but we’re stopping by 7/11 first to get some snacks,” Taehyung says. “Then maybe we can get something to drink at Magic Sho–”
“NO!” you all say in unison. Taehyung frowns.
“Let’s work on one relationship at a time, yeah?” Jimin whispers to him. Taehyung’s eyes widened slightly, he nodded his head, sending Jimin an ‘ok’ sign with his hand.
—
Meanwhile..
Hoseok parks his car and quickly walks up to Pied Piper. Stepping in, he’s immediately greeted by Jin.
“Hello welco– oh you’re here quick,” Jin says, reaching into his pocket. “Here.”
“Thanks hyung,” Hobi says, taking the keys from the older one. “What time are you working till?”
“Uhh,” Jin turns to look at the clock. “Probably half an hour more? Don’t worry though, I’ll just catch up–”
“Oh! Jin!” Someone calls from behind him. It was Mr. Bang, his boss. “Is that a friend of yours?” Hoseok moves his head to the side and sees a shorter man with small eyes and round glasses smiling up at him.
“Oh, yes. This is Hoseok, Jung Hoseok,” Jin introduces. Hoseok bows at the older man, politely shaking his hand.
“Nice to meet you,” Hobi says, smiling back at him.
“Your probably the one he’s always texting,” Mr. Bang says, turning to playfully glare at Jin. “He’s always saying ‘sorry, my best friend is texting me’.” Mr. Bang laughs. “I let him though, because if my best friend was texting me, I have to text them back right away. If it was just a friend, then I can reply later.” Hobi laughs at his explanation, covering his mouth.
“Wah.. Your boss is cool,” he says to Jin. Mr. Bang turns to Jin with a pleasing smile.
“I like him,” he says. Jin smiles at him, not knowing he needed approval from his boss. It felt like he was introducing a girlfriend to his parents.
“Uh, sir, Hoseok is actually going to my place right now since my friends want to hang out. Will… it be okay if I leave earlier?” Jin asks. He doesn’t usually ask for anything and complies with everything he’s told to do. Mr. Bang seemed to be in a good mood today so he gave it a shot.
“Oh sure! It’s a bit slow this evening so it should be okay,” he says. “Plus, we have extra help now since Hyejin is here.” He turns around and the new girl’s head turns to the three when she hears her name. She points to herself, her eyebrows raised. She quickly walks to the group.
“Hi,” she says. “Do you need anything?” Mr. Bang chuckles.
“No no, we’re just talking. Seokjin here is going to leave early to hang out with his friends. I think he deserves it. He has been working extra to train you these past few days.” Mr. Bang puts a hand on her shoulder. “And we all know how stressful that was.”
“Aw, don’t leave yet!” she says, her eyebrows scrunching together. “You’re like my emotional support buddy at work.” Jin’s eyebrows raise and he scoffs. The vein on his neck popping out. “I don’t want to work alone,” she says, scratching her arm.
“Good luck,” Hoseok says, patting Jin’s back. “It was nice to meet you again sir,” he says, bowing to Mr. Bang. Hoseok quickly runs off before anything else happens. He’s seen Jin annoyed before and he doesn’t want to be there when Hyejin gets on his last nerve.
Hoseok rolls his eyes, turning back and running into the restaurant to where the three are still standing.
“Oh- Hoseokie,” Mr. Bang says. The two younger ones look at you.
“Sorry sir, but me and Jin have to go. Our friends are waiting,” Hobi says, grabbing Jin’s wrist.
“I told you you can go,” Mr. Bang says, pushing Jin towards the door. Hobi pulls Jin by the wrist and runs off to his car.
“Aw,” Hyejin says. Mr. Bang turns to her.
“You’ll be fine,” he says.
“I’ll remember this moment when my friends want to hangout with me too,” she says, waving her index finger.
—
“So what are we going to watch?” You ask Taehyung as you open a bag of honey butter chips. Jimin extends his arm out to you for some and you tilt the opening of the bag towards him.
“I don’t know which one to choose so we’re going to watch a compilation on youtube and see which one sparks your interest,” Taehyung says, pressing the remote and clicking his ‘watch later’ playlist.
—
“O-oh my gosh,” Taehyung says, covering his mouth. You laugh, looking at the boys’ reaction to the video you all were watching.
It was the second compilation video Taehyung put up and you found it funny thinking that these are what these guys do behind closed doors.
Jungkook had his eyes locked on the screen as well, a hand on his heart.
“Aww I want to get good night voice messages,” Taehyung says.
Jungkook turns to him and says,”We can send it to each other on the groupchat.” He laughs before saying. “Good night, love you bro.” Taehyung laughs as he turns to Jungkook making him laugh as well, even Jimin falls into Taehyung’s lap, laughing.
“I’m going to expect to receive one tonight,” Jimin tells him.
Now you all were watching a scene from Love Alarm where the male lead asks for the female lead’s hand in class. Everyone is watching and reacting to the two. The female lead then asks why and the male lead answers saying he wants to hold her hand. He then proceeds to pull her out of class.
It doesn’t sound like anything special.
But for some reason these types of things just give you butterflies?
Well not you, but the boys think it’s so cool.
“Has that ever happened to you in class Yn?” Hobi asks you. “You know, back in high school?”
You shake your head no. “I didn’t date in high school.”
“Would you have been uncomfortable or weirded out if it did happen to you? I always wondered how people would feel in real life if these things were to happen,” Jin asks next.
“I mean it’s nothing special,” you say with a slight laugh. “He just takes her out of the classroom, that’s it.” Taehyung quirks an eyebrow at you.
“Let’s try it then,” he says. “Jungkook, get up.” He slaps Jungkook’s thigh, telling him to stand up. You follow Jungkook with your eyes as he complies.
You didn’t think much of it, Jungkook and you do skinship all the time and so it’s nothing that will make you fall to your knees.
“Put this on,” Jin says, grabbing a watch from his side table.
“Why?” you ask, watching him put it on your wrist.
“It’s a heart rate monitor, we’ll be able to tell if it makes your heart beat faster so you can’t lie,” he says, winking at you. You scoff.
“I don’t have to lie, it won’t make a difference.”
“Alright Jungkook,” Taehyung says, motioning towards you.
“What do you want me to do,” Jungkook asks innocently.
“Do what Song Kang did,” he says, referring to the male lead. “Let your inner actor out, deep breath, and—” Jungkook inhales and exhales. This makes you laugh. “Action!”
“Yah,” Jungkook says, looking at you. You put your hand up to your mouth, trying not to laugh. The corner of his lip twitches as he tries not to smile at you because, let’s be honest, it was a little silly.
“Give me your hand,” Jungkook says, following the scene. You tilt your head up at him.
“Why?” You ask.
“I want to hold your hand,” Jungkook says. The boys “ooh’d” like the kids in the show. You put your hand on his and Jungkook pulls you as he walks a few steps. The two of you burst out laughing right after.
“How’d you feel,” Taehyung says, smiling at you. You shake your head at him, trying to stop laughing.
“I feel the same, what do you expect?” Jin grabs your wrist and sees your heart rate was just a little bit higher. From laughing. Jin shakes his head at the younger one.
“Hm. Okay,” he says. “Maybe we can try another scene.”
“Okay! But you be the girl this time and I want Hobi to be the guy,” you hop up and down, getting excited. “Then Jin and Jimin will have a turn and then we’ll all switch.” The boys all look at each other. Jungkook was nodding, giving you a high five because he liked the idea. The other four looked at each other, shaking their heads while Jimin tried not to laugh as their plan backfired.
“Uh we’ll watch more videos for now and we can keep in mind the scenes we want to do,” Jin says, taking the remote from the couch and pressing play.
—
The boys continued to watch and you were more entertained with their reactions than the videos they had playing. You felt that it was going to take long for the six of you to actually watch something so you went on your phone to search for some fast watch dramas instead.
The boys kept screaming and hugging each other and were shoving you into the side of the couch. You groan, pushing them away and hop onto the table beside it.
They don’t notice for a while.
“I’m going to get snacks,” you say, hopping off of the table. You wipe the area you sat on with a napkin, looking at Jin while you do so. He nods, closing his eyes and giving you a thumbs up.
“Can you get me some more of the honey butter chips?” Jungkook turned to ask you. You nod, walking to the kitchen.
Jungkook looks down at his phone and starts texting in the “jungkook’s hyungs” group chat. Everyone then starts going on their phone as well, replying back with their master plan. The room was filled with only the sounds of the television
You come back, shaking your head at the boys. “Here,” you said, handing Jungkook the chips he asked for. He thanks you and puts his phone down before you can see it.
When the boys all got off of their phones, you suggested the drama “Business Proposal” to watch. It was only 12 episodes long and it was a romcom. It should be an easy and fun watch.
Jin went on his Netflix and found it, already playing the first episode.
“Sit next to me,” Jungkook says, patting the seat next to him. You were already sitting next to Jin and Hobi so you said you were okay. Jin notices and quickly makes eye contact with Jungkook.
“Ah, Yn,” Jin says, contorting his face. “It’s been a long day and my back hurts a bit. I think I should lay down. Can you move to the other couch please?” Hobi looks over at Jin and bites his lip in an attempt to not laugh. He was making all these faces while holding onto his lower back.
“Aigoo, hyung, should I move too?” Hobi says, pushing himself up.
“No you’re fine,” Jin says, bringing his feet up onto the couch and placing it on Hoseok’s lap. “Massage my feet though while it’s there.” Hoseok grimaces, grabbing onto the edge of Jin’s pant leg and pulling it away.
“Hyung, they stink,” he says.
“Just sit here,” Jungkook says again, patting the space next to him. You walk up next to your best friend, about to sit down when Jimin smirks, pushing Taehyung into Jungkook as he also brings his feet up onto the couch. He curls himself up and leans onto Taehyung. Taehyung is confused by the sudden shove, clicking his tongue.
“Why’d you have to push me?” Taehyung says in annoyance, pulling his arm up from under Jimin’s head. Jimin pokes his side and nods his head to you and Jungkook.
“Aigoo, Y/n’s heart rate is going up,” Jin says, grabbing your wrist.
Jimin pushed Taehyung in time to slide Jungkook into the space you were about to sit on, so you, perfectly fit on his lap. You can feel your face turning every shade of red.
“Oh-” Jungkook says, holding onto your waist. Your heart beats faster. He moves his head from the side and looks up at you.
“Are you okay?” He asks you. You take a breath and smile at him.
“Yeah I’m fine, you just surprised me that’s all,” you answer. Jungkook nods, looking back at the two boys sitting next to him. They both look away when he turns.
“Hey guys, can you scoot a bit so Yn can sit?” Jungkook says. Jimin turns his head and looks at the younger one.
“Oh I’m already comfortable,” he answers. Taehyung brings his finger up to his lips.
You can hear Jungkook swallow as he still holds you on his lap.
“I’ll just sit on the floor,” you say, putting your feet down to get up. Jungkook pulls back when you do.
“Your butt’s going to get sore if you sit there. Just stay here,” Jungkook says, adjusting himself on the couch.
“Okay, fine,” you say, fixing yourself into a more comfortable position. You then lay your head onto his shoulder and wrap one hand behind his torso. You can hear his heart beat faster and you smile. It drops when you remember the watch Jin put on your wrist.
You quickly try to take it off.
—
As you watch episode after episode, you all are already immersed into the drama. It was fun to watch and you adored the characters so much.
Although, with all the laughing and chatting, you didn’t notice that Taehyung was actually paying more attention to you and Jungkook than the drama itself.
feelings
๑ part eleven: bully yn day ๑
pairings: jungkook x reader
a/n: this reminds me of when we do that thing in tmbmil series when they meet someone new and so they have a mandatory hangout, y’all remember?
a/n: no because, @ jin’s comment, as someone who’s struggling, i’m still waiting for a handsome male lead to come and ruin my life while fixing it at the same time
pls, i just realized that’s lowkey literally bts as i finished writing that ^^
okay correction, 7 handsome men have already came to ruin my life while simultaneously fixing it
↳You can’t help but wonder what the hell is going on inside of the quiet angry guy’s head who’s always brooding under the big oak tree. Life isn’t kind, Yoongi knows that from first hand experience, but the curious girl who always watches him is.
↳You can’t help but wonder what the hell is going on inside of the quiet angry guy’s head who’s always brooding under the big oak tree. Life isn’t kind, Yoongi knows that from first hand experience, but the curious girl who always watches him is.
a/n: hello everyone! sorry I’ve been gone for so long and have kept some ppl waiting, life got hectic and b u s y. BUT! I’m gonna have the outro profiles posted shortly and work on posting my next au during my month off from school which starts next week!! I hope y’all enjoyed this one!!
↳You can’t help but wonder what the hell is going on inside of the quiet angry guy’s head who’s always brooding under the big oak tree. Life isn’t kind, Yoongi knows that from first hand experience, but the curious girl who always watches him is.
a/n: *GASP* what’s this? me posting again?? (sounds too good to be true) I’m sorry for taking so much time off, school never got better like I thought it would, but I finally got some stuff worked out! THANK YOU SO MUCH for being patient with me and I hope you guys stick around for the last 2 chapters and enjoyed this one!
↳You can’t help but wonder what the hell is going on inside of the quiet angry guy’s head who’s always brooding under the big oak tree. Life isn’t kind, Yoongi knows that from first hand experience, but the curious girl who always watches him is.
a/n: I probably put too much information about the internships but whatever anyway yoongi’s living his best life and that’s all that matters (also next update a certain two people join forces) lmk your thoughts and thanks for reading!!
✿ : The one where everytime you get dumped you pretend that you never met the guy before to mess with their heads. To the point that if you run into them somewhere you reintroduce yourself and act like you’ve never seen each other before.
Enters fuckboy Jungkook who disappears after your night together, not knowing how much he was about to regret that choice.
✿ : Romance, Humor, Fluff, Angst, College AU
✿ /: I’m truly sorry for this sad excuse of an update.
Jungkook was a mistake you saw coming from a mile away. His smile, his voice, the way he dressed, everything screamed “We both are going to need therapy very soon!”. So you decided very early that you’d not entertain or humor him in any way, shape or form, not sparing a single glance in his direction, keeping your distance and indifference.
Little did you know, indifference was the one thing he could not stand.
✿ : The one where everytime you get dumped you pretend that you never met the guy before to mess with their heads. To the point that if you run into them somewhere you reintroduce yourself and act like you’ve never seen each other before.
Enters fuckboy Jungkook who disappears after your night together, not knowing how much he was about to regret that choice.
✿ : Romance, Humor, Fluff, Angst, College AU
✿ /: I’m truly sorry for this sad excuse of an update.
Jungkook was a mistake you saw coming from a mile away. His smile, his voice, the way he dressed, everything screamed “We both are going to need therapy very soon!”. So you decided very early that you’d not entertain or humor him in any way, shape or form, not sparing a single glance in his direction, keeping your distance and indifference.
Little did you know, indifference was the one thing he could not stand.
Jungkook could handle rejection, mockery and even anger. At this point, he was used to the violent aftermath of his short and sordid affairs.
Angry tears and shouted voicemails no longer fazed him, being sort of an occupational hazard, an expected outcome to his fuckboy lifestyle. Crying girls didn’t move him, no matter how much they sobbed. Jungkook was fully prepared to deal with any sort of hard feelings left behind a one night stand.
Except, of course, apathy.
Talented, funny and charming, Jungkook was born and raised in the spotlight. He grew and thrived under praise and attention. Even then, in his most rebellious phase, he was still loved by his family and adored by his peers. Older and more infamous, Jungkook was still golden to everyone.
Except, of course, you.
At first, it didn’t really bother him. You were just a girl in his class that didn’t actually pay that much attention to him, which was fine, since he had all the attention he could possibly need. But then he started noticing other things - like how you didn’t laugh when he cracked a joke out loud or the way you never acknowledged his presence even outside of the lecture hall.
Those little acts of disinterest very quickly started getting under his skin, annoyance growing when he saw you interacting with anyone but him, smiling and waving at his colleagues but seeing right through him until it all culminated into him cornering you after class, determined in catching your eyes and making you notice him, if only to understand why you didn’t before.
“Hey” he said, leaning on your desk as you put your things away, other students long gone “have we met? You look familiar”
You looked up, reluctantly meeting his stare with a deadpan look “Yes, we have both been in this class for months” your delivery was dry and disengaged.
“No, that’s not it” he followed you as you started to walk away, flinging your backpack over your shoulder and almost hitting his face “I think I’ve seen you before this”
You did not answer, just quickened your steps, but he carried on, getting desperate “Maybe in my dreams”
Your steps faltered and for a moment he thought he had you “Or maybe” you turned slightly to him, picking up your pace “in your nightmares. Like those where someone is trying to chase you with a machete and you try to run, but can’t, so you get stuck in a morbid fantasy which later leads to subconscious oneiric trauma, deeply harming your sleep schedule. Maybe I’m your sleep paralysis demon.”
That was not the answer he was expecting, if he was expecting any at all. Jungkook stopped in his tracks, goosebumps on his skin from fear and an inexplicable, slightly questionable attraction. You did not look back, leaving him flabbergasted in your wake “Let’s not stick around to find out which one!”
That day, Jungkook went home and googled what oneiric meant, head full of obstinate fascination, determined to understand why you hated him and how to change that.
Fast forward to a few weeks later and Jungkook completely understood why you hated him. In fact, your hatred was expected and justified, which was why he left your bed early enough to not have to deal with it, slipping through your sleeping fingers.
“I can’t believe you just left.” Taehyung, his friend, told him later. They were hanging out at the campus cafe, waiting for the first class of the day to start.
Jimin snorted from beside him “Have you met Jungkook before? He never stays around.”
Jungkook nodded, eyes darting around looking for you, ready to run at the sight of a single strand of your hair.
“It just sounds counterproductive, that’s all.” Taehyung continued “You spend weeks running after this girl despite her apparently hating your guts, finally gets her to go out with you just to tap out after one night? Why go through all the trouble? Just to get your ass kicked? Is it like a pain kink or a death wish sort of thing?”
“I think it’s a ‘I need psychological evaluation’ sort of thing” Jimin added teasingly.
Jungkook groaned, covering his face with his large hands “Maybe it’s a ‘mind your fucking business’ kind of thing”.
“Well, your fucking business is coming our way, so maybe you shoud start minding it for a change”
Jungkook’s head snapped up so quickly his neck cracked loudly, his eyes finding you in the crowd easily after several days worth of practice. You were just walking in, on your phone, the backpack you always carried hanging by one shoulder strap, swinging as you walked up to the end of the ordering line, close enough to his table that he could listen to snippets of your conversation “Jane, please, we have talked about this… Saying it louder is not gonna make me agree with you! Jane…” you shifted in place, rolling your eyes before accidentally meeting Jungkook’s stare.
He froze, eyes locked unblinking, holding his breath while his friends watched his demise with nothing but amusement.
But then you blinked twice, frowned and looked away. “Some guy is staring at me” he heard you say, voice weary “I don’t know who it is, Jane, some dude” you glanced at him again quickly, looking creeped out “of course I’m carrying a taser, Jane, I’m not an animal… You know what, this coffee is not even worth the visual harassment, God I hate men…”
And with that you exited the place, once again leaving behind a very confused Jungkook, his now perpetual state.
“Dude, I thought you said you fucked her?”
“I did.”
“Did you forget to tell her?”
“Or did you just get to the ultimate level of being a whore, where you don’t even have to sleep with people, you just have to believe you did? Sort of like being a manifestation slut, sending horny energies into the universe…”
“Oh my God, shut up!” Jungkook snapped “Of course I slept with her! Why would I lie about shit like this?”
Jimin shrugged “Because maybe you couldn’t get her to actually sleep with you?”
Now that got Jungkook blood boiling, never being one to take jabs at his abilities lightly.
“Come to think of it, have we ever seen those two together?”
Jungkook had heard enough, standing and flipping his sniggering friends off before storming off after you.
He did not know what kind of game you were playing or if this was some sort of weird comping mechanism you had, but he was determined to set his record straight. Despite the less than stelar state of your now dead non-relationship, you had a history together that had to be acknowledged, afterall Jungkook lived for the recognition of his accomplishments and he would not allow you to tarnish his carefully and purposefully dirty reputation by turning him into a liar.
✿ : The one where everytime you get dumped you pretend that you never met the guy before to mess with their heads. To the point that if you run into them somewhere you reintroduce yourself and act like you’ve never seen each other before.
Enters fuckboy Jungkook who disappears after your night together, not knowing how much he was about to regret that choice.
⤷Genre:romance; fluff; idiots to lovers; college au; oblivious!roommate!jungkook x female!reader.
⤷Warnings:themes of fear; brief mention of nausea; dizziness; pining.
Jungkook was oblivious, almost painfully so.
He was excruciatingly blind to the fond words of every sticky note you placed to his mirror wishing him a wonderful day,
And his ears were torturously deaf to the sweet whispers you murmured into each cuddle session you held at his place that he most likely shouldn’t have overheard.
The flutter of his heart that alighted his chest at the mere trace of your fragrance was overlooked as no more than excitement for your next adventure, and the rosy hue that spread over his cheeks with every kiss you pressed to them was assumed to be a faulty heater.
Even the gentle reveries of kissing your lips or the wonders of how your hair felt around his finger was written off as a mere phase.
Because everyone falls a little in love with their best friend at least once, right?
All of this being why Jungkook gave no second thoughts to your eager persistence to make a filling breakfast together before you classes started, as a team, as friends, rather than allowing him to sneak to the nearest bakery and snag a breakfast burrito that was almost too much to stomach this early in the morning.
Because you shared a home, definitely not because you cared for him.
It was simply routine for him to stare at your features from afar as the warm, morning light accentuated the shape of your face, as you carried out whatever your mind was set to, seemingly unbothered by his blatant admiration, that is until your voice broke him from his focus.
“I love spending time with you, Koo.”
His eyes ascended from the comically large mitts that covered your hands to peer into your own that were already awaiting his.
“I wouldn’t mind spending every morning with you.” His pulse quickened once more at your words but the fact was discarded in the very same breath he took in to answer.
“That’s what friends are for, I’d love to share my mornings with you too.”
He smiled innocently before it quickly faded once he witnessed how the corners of your lips fell, though he remained ignorant of the cause of your change.
Despite your valiant attempt to break through Jungkook’s friendzone to atleast make your feelings known, your lingering glances that remained upon his for a second too long was accepted as nothing significant, just as your hesitance to release his fingers from your grasp as you guided his hands around the whisk was no more than apricity.
Every blantant hint you dropped went unnoticed until you all but shouted to the whole campus of your love. His oblivion of today growing even more tiring than the years you practically confessed to him daily with no response.
Your thoughts of the future dizzied your head until merely thinking of bearing another day by his side without knowing if he returned your love in full physically hurt as you bothed danced around the other in the kitchen.
But you decided you had nothing else but to take matters into your own hands.
So once the familiar heat of his presence stood behind you, you turned upon your heel to effortlessly exchange your positions, his hip pressing into the corner of the counter with every step you took closer.
But just as your eyes locked upon his, they strayed over his features that always tugged your attention back to him, no matter where you found yourself, and your heart faltered in your plan, his perfection drowning your confidence.
Jungkook was the epitome of what humanity wished to be, he was what artists strived in vain to capture, from his dark lashes and his pretty lips to the barely noticeable freckle just below them. He was perfect in your eyes.
“I have something to tell you.”
The words breathlessly spilled into the air between your tightly pressed bodies, as if a cherished secret only ever to be heard by the one who captured your heart.
Your heart slammed against your chest and into his own, but you didn’t have a care in the world, you needed this release.
You drew in a deep breath in one last desperate attempt to settle your nerves and soothe the butterflies he placed within your stomach, before it all spilled out.
“Jungkook, I love you.”
The words slipped past your lips, never to be taken back again now they pierced the air and met his ears. Silence fell over you both as niether dared to answer nor follow up with the weighted confession.
You stared up into his blank expression with the wonders you harbored for more than two decades, still awaiting an answer that manifested itself as a mere furrow of his brows.
You nibbled lightly on the insides of your cheeks as your mind returned to the negatives of your confession, as you waited for the painful sting of rejection or a nervous laugh that churned your stomach.
His lips parted to speak and you winced in anticipation of his next words, but a scoff never came- but rather something you should have predicted.
“Like, more than a friend or?”
Your eyes rounded into spheres as you stared up into his sincere expression, dumbfounded by your clueless love, your eyelid twitching slightly.
He was still so lost with his feelings for his childhood friend, he never wanted to ruin what he did have with you, all for a kiss or the title of a boyfriend, only to lose you in the end. Until you showed him.
You reached to gently dip your fingers into the flawless canvas of his features to cup his cheek within your hands as you rose to the tips of your toes to gently graze his inviting lips with yours.
You could hear your pulse within your ears whilst your fingertips tingled as you kissed your best friend, as a potential lover, that waited for his response.
“I like you a lot more than a friend, dummy.” You whispered, pulling back just a bit to simply admire him once more, just in case he would never be yours to adore again.
Your eyes fell to his lips that were much warmer and sweeter than you expected, even in the fleeting taste you had, to witness your favorite bunny smile of his grace the dewy flesh.
His strong arms which you cuddled into so many nights and ran to for comfort in every drizzly day wrapped around your waist and pulled you into his chest, without an inch of space separating you.
“I like you too.” He confessed at last, and your eyes nearly spilled over with tears, he was finally yours.
His lips met yours as the tip of his nose grazed your cheek with every sweeping of his tongue, and your breath lathed over his skin to elicit goosebumps.
Your fingers reached to thread through the tousled strands of his hair as your bodies pleaded to come closer, as it just felt right.
And once the timer of the oven startled you within his arms and you both parted, breathless with a smile upon your lips, you only hoped Jungkook caught the hint, you liked him much more than a friend.
➻ yn just got out of a bad relationship and it’s in the “I hate men” phase, the last thing she needs is a new guy in her life… but what happens when she meets Park Jimin, a sweet and gorgeous guy that makes her heart beats faster than a drum? Will she be ready to trust again?
➻ yn just got out of a bad relationship and it’s in the “I hate men” phase, the last thing she needs is a new guy in her life… but what happens when she meets Park Jimin, a sweet and gorgeous guy that makes her heart beats faster than a drum? Will she be ready to trust again?
➻ yn just got out of a bad relationship and it’s in the “I hate men” phase, the last thing she needs is a new guy in her life… but what happens when she meets Park Jimin, a sweet and gorgeous guy that makes her heart beats faster than a drum? Will she be ready to trust again?
➭“You are at the very top of your college cohort, an A grade student on the fast track to a life of success. You know the answers to everything, or at least you think you do. That is until you meet quirky genius Kim Taehyung.”
pairing: taehyung x reader
genre: smut, fluff, college au, college rivals au, librarian!tae
You can still remember the moment you first laid eyes on Kim Taehyung.
It had been any other day – you sitting at your desk squinting down at your papers, waiting for your subject tutor to arrive, while your classmates chattered around you.
The door had crashed open, which in itself was odd because half of the doors in your college were old and it was a known fact to proceed with caution. Your head had jerked up, wondering which idiot had the audacity to make an entrance like that.
And there, in the doorway, stood Taehyung.
He was wearing a huge cardigan, one that had scattered lumps of wool throughout, as if someone had been in the middle of knitting it and lost focus. Underneath a thin black tee clung to his frame. He had wide legged pants on and wire frame glasses, a stark contrast to the other guys in your class who dressed identically in black skinny jeans and polo tees.
He had stood there with his chin tilted up slightly, one eyebrow cocked as if he was there judging everybody else, like you were all the new kids up for evaluation, not him.
He oozed with a quiet calm and a quiet cool that seemed way toocity for a small town like yours.
“Hey,” He said, his face straight and composed. His voice echoed with timber, rich and velvet. His eyes landed on yours, his eyebrow quirked, just a fraction.
Enough to have you glancing down, swallowing hard and realizing with a sharp clarity that your throat was dry.
You only glanced up again when you heard the sound of his footsteps, him, working his way around the room to find a seat. He sat at the only empty one, near Kim Namjoon and his friends. He slouched in his seat, pulling a laptop out of his bag (a battered black one that had a peeling sticker of a corgi on it) and he yawned. You hated that you noticed, but you did.
As if he was sensing your gaze, he craned his neck around and smiled at you.
You glared and his grin only widend, as if somehow your clear distaste for him only spurred him on more.
You didn’t know how to describe the encounter, jarring and strange and oddly intriguing, all at once.
You definitely didn’t know how to describe him either.
So instead, you stared down at the stack of books in front of you, at your diary, filled to the brim with to-do lists and studying tasks, and you told yourself to stop being distracted by the strange new transfer student who was introducing himself to everyone as ‘Kim Taehyung but call me Tae’.
Back then, Taehyung had been mildly interesting to you. Someone your eyes flickered to, a voice that you picked out amongst the chatter of your classmates.
Taehyung is unlike anyone you had met before- and your weren’t alone in your initial curiosity. Taehyung quickly attracted a wide circle of friends, from Kim Namjoon who ran the college newspaper, to Kim Seokjin who was a quarterback on the football team.
Still, you steadily ignored the stirrings of intrigue in your chest and told yourself to ignore him, the boy who was likely just another guy on the path to graduate college as soon as possible while putting in the least amount of effort possible.
That was until Wednesday of that week.
It had been a hot day, the kind of day where the sunlight filtered into the room and the air seemed thickened with a slow laziness. Even your brain felt stiffer than usual, and your subject tutor stifled a few yawns mid discussion, echoing the sentiments of the drowsy room. Still, your subject tutor was pushing on, much to everybody’s chagrin.
“…So can anyone see the logical fallacy in this argument? Anyone?”
Your tutor looked around the class and his eyes fell on you, waiting patiently. You always knew your answers, you always knew your content- but your mind was blank, stubbornly so, and you glanced down at your notebook for answers
“The logical fallacy is in the argument’s use of circular reasoning.“ A voice piped up calmly.
The voice belonged to Kim Taehyung. Kim Taehyung who was slouched all over his chair, his laptop sitting on his desk, wearing one of the strangest outfits you had ever seen (a vibrant patterned shirt and those same wide leg pants, like he was some kind of bougie office worker on the top half, bohemian street performer on the bottom half).
Your head had snapped over to him, he was blinking slowly and lazily, like a kitten basking in the sunlight, his hair falling into his forehead, his eyes glimmering in the apricot glow of the mid-summer heat.
Your jaw had dropped open. Your subject tutor pressed on, peppering Taehyung with questions, all of which he effortlessly answered.
And all that while you stared, feeling for the first time, an unfamiliar prickle in your chest of what you decided had to be competitiveness.
It had become evident after that, that Kim Taehyung is something of a genius.
You had become accustomed to breezing through your classes, being the only one to stay back afterwards and press your lecturers and tutors for more content, more material. You had happily settled into the role of number one amongst your college cohort.
That was until Taehyung threw a spanner into the works.
He is completely different to you- relaxed in his approach to everything, laidback in how he goes about his studies. And all semester, he remains right there behind you, number two to your number one.
He’s been a presence, something that weighed lightly on your mind. But it wasn’t until you scheduled a meeting with your college careers counsellor and enquired about the grad program you had been dreaming of since your freshman year that Taehyung evolved from a slightly irritating presence to a full blown threat.
‘Well, there actually is another contender for the grad program,’ Your careers counsellor had said after a moment of hesitation.
The grad program you were pursuing was highly competitive, only ever taking in one student from your community college per year.
You had been a shoo in for the program all year, the sole candidate.
That was until, of course, transfer student Kim Taehyung had become part of the equation.
“… Personally, I think that physicalism is a good ontological acconunt for the philosophy of the mind. Consciousness, the mind and the soul are purely physical.”
You rattle off your words assertively, folding your arms over your chest. It’s the last of your classes before the summer break, and your surrounding classmates. inclusive of you, are eager for this compulsory capstone philosophy subject to be over and for the summer holidays to begin.
Your tutor hums in agreement. “An interesting argument. Does anyone have a differing argument?”
The class is silent, and you smile in satisfaction.
A voice clears, the sound of a cough, a body shifting in its chair. You glance up to see Taehyung lifting an arm straight in the air.
“…Well actually, I personally think that dualism is a better stance on the philosophy of the mind. I think it makes more sense logically to conclude that the mind is made up of an immaterial substance. Plus… I believe that you can’t explain the concept of a soul in purely physical terms.”
Your eyes narrow and you fold your arms across your chest.
“Also a good argument.” Your tutor nods tiredly, glancing up at the clock. “Okay, well-”
“Well. Just for the record. I disagree with that view.”
Your words come out a touch harsher than you had hoped. Taehyung’s eyes meet yours, his gaze is thoughtful before he shrugs, an easygoing smile falling on his face.
“I suppose we’ll have to agree to disagree, then.”
A long silence hangs between the two of you
“…Okay, well. That’s all we’ve got time for today.” Your tutor interrupts, the class immediately dissolving into conversation and the sounds of textbooks being packed away.
You push back on your chair and grab your books, feeling your cheeks flush scarlet in embarrassment.
You are out of the class when you hear Taehyung behind you, hear his voice calling out your name.
“That was fun,” He smiles at you, an airy, effortless smile and he’s all floaty and relaxed while you’re annoyed and seething. “We should study together or something during the summer break.”
“You’re applying for the grad program, right?” You ask in a short, clipped voice and you see surprise register over his features. He nods, cocking his head.
“Yeah, how did you-”
“So, you’re my competition,” You say bluntly, and you immediately notice the flicker of amusement in Taehyung’s eyes, pick up on the way his lips quirk in the corners (because you always notice when it comes to Kim Taehyung, as much as you have tried not to).
“I don’t think studying together would be a good idea.”
You whirl around on your heel and stride away, squeezing your eyes together in embarrassment. You had thought in your head that the words would come out scathingly, but instead you sound petulant and unconvincing.
You wonder fleetingly what Taehyung thought of that interaction, of your words and then you practically running away from him.
You shake your head and try to tell yourself it doesn’t matter what Taehyung thinks of you, that Taehyung himself doesn’t matter at all.
Still, no matter what you tell yourself, the truth remains the same.
There’s just something about Kim Taehyung that just gets to you.
You walk into your local library in the late afternoon on the second day of your summer break. Your local library stays open late into the evenings during college summer breaks, and tends to be much quieter than the library on campus.
Therefore – it’s the ideal place to study.
“Hello,” a voice greets you, a familiar voice that gives you pause. You glance up to see none other than Kim Taehyung sitting at the chipped wooden librarian’s desk, your surprise mirrored on his face before he recovers it quickly.
“Well,” Taehyung says lightly, his voice imbued in sarcasm. “If it isn’t my competition.”
He’s wearing a button up shirt with sleeves that extend past his hands, you watch as he pushes up on the hems of his sleeves, cocking his head to one side as he gives you a wry smile. His hair is shaggy, falling into his eyes, which are covered in a pair of wire frame rectangular glasses.
“Oh,” You stammer out, your eyes widening slightly. “What’re are you doing here?”
Taehyung just quirks an eyebrow, he leans forward and taps at the small plaque on the desk. The plaque reads, Junior Librarian: Kim Taehyung.
“You work here?” You repeat awkwardly, he nods.
“Yep, I do the night shifts. Good way to get some extra money, and well, working in a library is actually a lot of fun. I get free books.”
He smiles at you, a small smile, something of a peace offering. You stare at him for a long moment.
“Oh,” You say dumbly, “Right. Good for you.”
You clear your throat, ignoring the strange flutter that’s settling in your belly as you hoist your bag on your shoulder.
“I’m gonna…” Your voice trails off and you nod, turning on your heel and quickly sitting down on one of the nearby desks. You pull out your books, your pens, placing them out neatly in front of you.
You glance up to see Taehyung gazing at you, a faint smile tugging on his lips. An olive branch in the shape of a barely there smile.
You smile back, it pulls at the corner of your lips before you can stop yourself. The two of you sit there – you at your desk, him at his – before you finally tear your eyes away and look down at the work in front of you, trying to ignore the steadfast flutter in your belly.
After that, you see Kim Taehyung every day.
You have no idea when it started to become daily routine, going to the library and being greeted by none other than ‘Junior Librarian Kim Taehyung’.
Your daily routine goes as follows: Each day, at the end of the afternoon, you make your way to your local library to squeeze in a few hours of productive study. Each time, you spot Taehyung behind the librarian’s desk. He looks up, he smiles at you, and you sit at the same table, bring out your books, and try to focus on the work in front of you and no the librarian sitting only a few metres away.
When it’s well and truly night time, and the library is sparse save for a few dedicated college students, Taehyung strolls over and strikes up conversation.
Sometimes Taehyung’s shifts stretch until late night close, and he’ll come and sit opposite you, going through lists of people with overdue books, his knee restless as he taps his pen against the sheets of paper he’s rifling through.
Other times, when Taehyung finishes his shift early, he sits opposite you, sometimes studying himself, sometimes buried in the pages of a book. He always looks so utterly wrapped up in the books he reads, poking his head up and out of the pages to tell you in a rushed voice ‘You have to read this book, here, I’ll write it down for you, you have to read it!’
And as much as you don’t want to, as much as you didn’t expect it, never expected it - you find yourself thawing, your guard lowering… until you quietly admit to yourself that maybe, just maybe, Taehyung isn’t so bad after all.
“Hey,” Taehyung complains, lifting his head from where it was resting in his arms. “I’m bored.”
You twist your lips, roll your eyes disdainfully. Shoot him a cold-eyed stare that has most people cowering. Taehyung of course, is not most people, and just blinks back at you stubbornly.
“I’m bored,” Taehyung repeats, and you sigh.
“I dunno, do something then. Get a hobby, read a book. I dunno.”
Taehyung leans back on his chair, tilts his head to one side, clicks his tongue.
“Speaking of books. Have you read the books I recommended you yet?”
You are frowning down at the page in front of you, deep in the throes of trying to read up on research material for one of your classes. Distractedly, you shake your head.
“Not yet.”
“Why not? They’re really good, honest. Cross my heart.” You glance up to see Taehyung with his hand over his chest, an innocent smile on his face.
You roll your eyes.
“I don’t have time to read right now, Taehyung.” You tell him in as condescending of a tone as you can manage.
Taehyung just leans forward, resting his chin in his hands.
“You should always make time for the things that make you happy.” He says sagely, and you roll your eyes, leaning forward and poking him with your pen.
“Yeah yeah, who are you, Oprah?”
Taehyung ignores your question and you sense him staring at you.
“How come you study so hard all the time?” He prods.
You hesitate, staring pointedly at the page. You have your usual self-defensive answer rolling off the tip of your tongue, but you stop it. Instead, you write down a few words, biting your lip.
“It was family pressure at first,” You say finally, you cross out a word you have written and write a new one beside it. Taehyung is silent. “But now? I don’t know. I guess I want to prove it to myself as badly as I want to prove it to them.” You still don’t look at Taehyung, but you stop writing. Your pen hovers above the paper.
“Well. I look up to that a lot. I look up to you a lot.”
“Huh?” You glance up in confusion to see Taehyung staring directly at you. His dark eyebrows are raised slightly in an expression of utter sincerity, his chin still propped up in his hands.
“You look up to me? Why?”
Taehyung just shrugs and smiles.
“Yeah well, you work hard, you’re really dedicated.” He says finally, before he straightens.
“And you have a good heart. You can’t learn those things, you just… are those things. You know?” He reaches in his bag and pulls out a worn novel, opening it and propping his pen between his lips.
“Anyway. I look up to you. Even though I’m taller than you.” He adds as an afterthought, pursing his lips before shrugging and focusing his attention on the book in his hands.
“Oh,” You look down at the page and fight the strange lump that’s rising in your throat. “Thanks Tae.”
“Anytime.” Taehyung begins humming to himself, tapping his foot in time to the jazzy melody he’s quietly crooning under his breath.
You run over his words in your mind, securing them in your thoughts.
I look up to you a lot.
“What are you smiling about?”
“What?” Your head snaps up to see Taehyung glancing at you curiously.
“You’ve had this weird smile on your face for the last hour. What are you thinking about?”
You feel your cheeks start to heat up, it doesn’t help that Taehyung looks even more intrigued, leaning forward and resting his chin in his palm.
“What?” He whines, and you shake your head, staring back down at your work, trying to tell your cheeks to stop blushing.
“I, uh, just thinking back to um- a joke my friend told me,” You say finally, lamely. You hope that your vague answer is enough to deter Taehyung from pressing on but instead he just looks even more interested, leaning closer.
“What’s the joke?”
“I- you wouldn’t get it,“
“I wouldn’t get it?” Taehyung repeats, he frowns, a puckish twist of his lips that for some reason has your heart leaping in your chest. “Try me. I have a great sense of humour.”
You flush pink, and shake your head. “No, I don’t-”
“Tell me!” Taehyung props his face in his hands and shoots you an injured look. “Friends tell friends jokes. I feel very offended that you’re withholding jokes from me.”
Your mouth opens and closes a few times. You are stuck for a moment, not sure what to say – you cant exactly tell him that you were smiling like a giddy idiot because you were thinking, still, about the words he had said to you earlier today – and the first joke that pops into your head comes spilling out of your mouth.
“What do you call a man with no nose and no body?”
You cringe the moment it’s out of your mouth. It’s an old joke, one that you and your family say to each other at every Christmas, when all of you are together in one place. There are a few traditions you have with your family, traditions that hold firm even though you barely get to see them. This terrible joke is one of them and you feel your cheeks start to tinge pink.
“What?” Taehyung asks, he raises an eyebrow at you expectantly.
“…Nobody nose.”
You are blushing in earnest now, your ears feel hot and you can’t believe you just told Taehyung a joke that you and your family say to each other, and Taehyung stares at you.
His face splits into a smile and it feels like someone’s cracked an egg in your ribcage and the yolk is oozing into your chest, bright yellow and sunny.
“That is funny,” Taehyung beams at you, and you meet his gaze, your eyes lingering for a prlonged moment before you stare down at your work, telling yourself furiously to not blush don’t you dare blush, and of course, you blush even harder.
Today is one of those days where nothing is going right.
It’s as if none of the words on the pages sitting on front of you make sense, and no matter how many times, you can’t decipher the mess.
Your chest is cumulatively getting tighter, more restricted, more bothered, and with each crumpled page of paper, and each slash of black ink, you feel frustration ebb hot and uncomfortable in your body.
“Why the long face?”
You could recognize that voice anywhere, and you don’t glance up, staring at the page, your neat handwriting. You hear fingertips drumming on the table top, the sound of the chair legs squeaking.
“Isn’t today meant to be your day off?”
Irritation strings through your words, and you feel your fingers ball up into a fist. The words that you’re writing don’t make any sense, and finally, you drag your eyes from paper to the boy sitting opposite you.
Taehyung is watching you, a backpack slouched on the floor by his feet. He looks good- his hair is damp, parted haphazardly. Today he’s dressed in a sweater that seems as if it’s three sizes too big for him.
You feel a heady sort of thrill work it’s way up your chest and into your throat as he stretches his arms above his head, his fingers latching around his elbow as he wriggles his body with a loud yawn.
“I was sick of studying.” He straightens and flashes you a grin, one that while wolfish at the start, quickly softens into a charismatic sweetness that you have come to recognize as a Taehyung signature. “And I wanted to see you.”
Your breath catches at his words.
He is unfazed, he is stretching again, not realizing that his words were just a touch, a smidgen, too much.
But Taehyung in a nutshell is a combination of too much, he does everything in abundance and in quantities of too much, and it’s infectious.
You push back on the desk abruptly, the metallic screech of your chair legs against the floor fill the space between you. You don’t stop to see the question mark that falls over Taehyung’s face.
“Gotta get a book,” You mutter, whirling around on your heel and marching to a quiet corner of the library. You tuck yourself in between two tall shelves, filled with gardening books. As you settle against the cool brick wall, you take a deep breath in.
“Are you alright?” You glance up to see Taehyung standing in front of you, his hands folded tentatively. You don’t respond, and Taehyung takes a step forward, thrusting his hands deep into the pockets of his slacks.
“Y/N?” He asks in a voice infused with a dulcet tone, and you glance up to see him peering at you with concerned eyes. There’s something in seeing Taehyung gaze at you like this, and you can’t help but imagine what it would be like to having Taehyung looking at you like this more often, all toned down sweetness, hands shoved in pockets and softly probing words.
You don’t think you’re going to speak, you aren’t one to speak or act without properly thinking through each possible step first… but your mouth opens of it’s own accord and words spill out, messy and frantic and rushed.
“I’m frustrated.”
Taehyung doesn’t react, he just blinks slowly and nods. There’s something in the nuances of his gestures that has your tightly wrapped up emotions unfurling.
“I just feel frustrated,” You continue, your voice is scrambled and you breathe in sharply. “I don’t know, I can’t explain it, I just feel stressed and worried about everything. I feel like a failure. Or I’m going to be one at least. I don’t know, I’m not getting it this morning, I can’t focus, and I just feel…” Your voice trails off uncertainly and you shake your head, your shoulders drooping. “Never mind.”
“Hey,” Taehyung says authoritatively, striding forward. He reaches out and lifts your hand. He presses two fingertips into the flesh of your palm It’s not as if the impromptu hand massage feels particularly good, but you feel every locked muscle in your body relax.
Like a plug being pulled, tension drains out of you.
“I know how you feel.” He says, his voice low and sturdy. “It fucking sucks, right? Not knowing why you feel frustrated and useless and uncertain? It sucks. But it’ll pass. Trust me.” He accentuates his words with kneads of his fingers into your palm, rhythmic motions.
“And if it’s any help… you could never be a failure. No matter what.” His voice, deep in timbre and so quietly convinced, permeates through every last prickle of irritation and you feel a flutter in your chest.
“Tae…” The word is tiny, murmured out into the air.
You glance up to see Taehyung staring at you. He is no longer massaging your palm. His fingers curl into yours, before your linked hands fall by your side. This close you can see the flecks of amber in his dark eyes, the freckle on his nose.
The way his eyelashes, almost impossibly thick and dark, flutter just a fraction with each breath.
You don’t speak. Instead, you lean closer.
Enough to step further into his proximity- he smells like freshly pressed linen and iced coffee.
You are still pressed against the wall, the library shelves hugging each side of you. In the background you can hear the quiet tapping of fingers on keyboards, the rustling of papers. And above everything you can feel it under your skin like a skin of electricity. A humming, buzzing warmth.
Taehyung reaches up and with the pad of his thumb, brushes the underside of your chin. A gesture that is playful and affectionate, so unfitting for this moment, so utterly Taehyung, that you laugh.
In that split second, in that laugh, Taehyung leans in and brushes his lips over yours. A kiss, soft, sweet, slow. You freeze into it, at the sensation of Taehyung’s lips on yours.
His touch is hesitant and careful, and it’s enough to cause something to perceptibtly snap inside of you as you kiss him back.
Slower, deeper, sweeter, until you feel dizzy and drunk from his lips and his tongue.
Your head tilts into his, your fingers arcing up to rest carefully on his chest. Your fingertips brush the neckline of his jumper and you hear a small noise akin to a sigh in the back of his throat, feel the slight vibration of his chest underneath your palm.
You can taste him, his lips pressed against yours and his tongue working slow, intense circles against yours. You can smell him, his cologne lingering on his clothes and the scent of his skin.
He’s not in a rush, kissing you long and hard, and with each passing dip of your heads together, the increasing firmness in which you press your body to his, you feel anticipation start to clamour in your chest.
You can hear the soft groans pulling from his throat, him shifting his balance from foot to foot as he carefully presses into you in return.
You can feel him- his kisses, his hands which are working down from beside your breasts to nipping around your waist, hooking around your hips and giving them a careful squeeze.
Time is suspended, for all you know gravity and space and whatever else is on hold, the only thing that matters, the only thing that holds remote significance is the feeling of Kim Taehyung’s hands mapping the silhouette of your body, his lips and tongue kissing yours.
You can feel each of his movements deep in between your legs, a dull knock that has your belly squeezing and a flooding heat coursing through your veins.
You keen your hips into his, rutting desperately against the curve of his fingers wrapped around your hips, grinding against the bulge in his slacks. You feel a dark, wicked satisfaction at the choked groan that Taehyung utters right into your mouth, it slips amongst your kisses which are growing hotter and faster and more desperate.
Taehyung’s tongue licks over your lips, and he pulls away to press a kiss against your earlobe, his words slurred and throaty in your ear.
“I’m going crazy for you right now.” His voice is confident, his words strained with unmistakable arousal.
You are all too aware aware of the dampness between your legs and Taehyung’s breath on your ear and the slope of your neck.
“Taehyung…” You whimper out his name in response, a word is coaxed from your lips, a dirty, urgent plea. You slowly roll your hips up into his. You can feel his hard cock straining against his pants and against your underwear.
It’s uncomfortable, how turned on your are- your legs weak with want and that insistent ache deep in your core. But it also feels good, overwhelmingly good.
Taehyung kisses you hungrily, deeply, and his hands scrabble from your hips to your inner thighs. His fingers are full of intent, they trace long, slow lines up your sensitive skin. He brushes closer and closer to your cotton underwear.
You dig your thumbs into his hips and relish the way he pushes his cock harder against you with a whine. Your breathing is erratic, a staccato against the steady drumbeat of arousal in between your legs as Taehyung brushes the tips of his fingers against your slit. Your underwear is soaked through, ruined.
Taehyung doesn’t comment but he pulls away from your mouth as his eyes track down to where his hand is, lost under your skirt in between your legs.
Your eyes flutter upwards to see him bite his bottom lip, his eyes flashing in arousal, his jaw clenching as he lets out a soft, barely there, “God.”
Your skirt is bunched up around his arm as he reaches up even more and hooks a finger down around the edge of your underwear.
Your breath rushes in and you nod, kissing into Taehyung’s neck. Feverish presses of your lips against his skin to mask sounds and mewls from escaping your lips.
You’re in the fucking library and your mind is quietly telling you to be quiet, but that in itself has you worked up to an unmistakable frenzy.
His skin is warm and soft and you feel the humof his commanding voice against your lips as he murmurs out your name, his fingers slipping down your underwear.
His fingers graze over your clit generously, and the sensation has your eyes squeezing shut. Taehyung chuckles. His fingers slowly, cleanly slide over your soaking wet folds, before tantalizingly going back up to your clit.
It feels so good- an immediate relief that is accompanied by a roaring, surging want. You want more. With each careful tease of Taehyung’s long fingers against your slit, against your aching bud, you want more.
You moan louder against Taehyung’s neck, your teeth catching on his pulse point as you attempt, poorly, to buffer your moans of pleasure.
Taehyung lowers his head so that his lips are by your ear.
“You feel so good for me baby.” His voice is deep and his words delicious and you whimper into his skin as you feel his finger teasing at your entrance.
He slips in until half of his finger is inside of you. Your breath locks in your throat and you feel like your entire body is throbbing, panting, thumping with want.
“Tae,” You breathe out into his neck, your fingers are digging into his back and his shoulder blades, you can feel his muscles rippling underneath your touch, his body wriggling slightly in pleasure.
“Please.”
Taehyung pushes, until he is knuckle deep inside of you. The knowledge that he is as turned on as you are - arousal staining each of his shallow breaths, the strain of his hard cock against your thigh - has you clenching around his finger.
You tilt your head back against the wall and let out a thinly suppressed groan, and Taehyung takes the opportunity to lean in and press a kiss to your neck. He glides his finger in and out of you, your wetness allowing him to fuck you out with long, smooth motions.
“Taehyung, please-” You begin breathlessly, and he looks up at you through hooded eyes. You want him, more of him, you can barely think straight, and you watch as he licks his own lips. You begin to slowly thrust against his hand, letting out a small whimper as he pushes his finger even deeper inside of you.
“Yeah?”
“I want you to-”
“Oh my God!’ A voice cuts through your voice and his ministrations and Taehyung stumbles on top of you messily, shielding your body with his.
“S-s-sorry, continue-” a voice stammers, you spot a glimpse of Taehyung’s colleague’s shocked face, his retreating figure.
Taehyung hastily pulls away from you, and you seize the opportunity to yank down at your skirt. His eyes are wide, his mouth open in a perfect O, and he stares at you in shocked silence.
A giggle escapes from your lips.
Taehyung’s eyes widen in surprise and another laugh spills out, you shake your head, trying to control yourself.
“Sorry,” You begin, your eyes pricking with slight tears as your shoulders shake from a contained giggle. “I shouldn’t be laughing, he’s your co-worker, it’s just…” You suck in for breath and your words tumble out in a fit of giggles. “He looked so scandalized…”
Taehyung’s face lapses into a rueful smile and he runs a hand through his hair, his lips tugging up into a smirk. “Yeah I don’t think he was expecting to see that in the gardening section of the library,” He muses, and you giggle again.
“He told us to continue on,” You add, and Taehyung’s face splits open into a laugh.
Your laughter fades away, and it is then that you realize that Taehyung is still standing close to you, his arm still curled protectively around your waist.
You feel fucking delirious, giddy and full. You also feel bold and brave and vibrant, lashes of feelings that you haven’t felt before.
You swallow.
A breezy flutter of nerves settles in your stomach but you set your jaw squarely and reach forward.
Taehyung automatically cradles your hand into his as you open your mouth to pose a question you never thought you would be asking.
“Do you want to come over to my place?”
Taehyung is nervous. As are you.
It’s evident in the conversation that fills your car as you drive to your place, conversation that neither of you are fully focusing on. Taehyung’s talking about the dewey decimal system, you’re nodding and weaving into the conversation with sounds of agreement.
Honestly, your brain is completely occupied with the fact that Taehyung is in the front seat of your car on the way to your place.
You have so many thoughts flying through your head- thoughts ranging from oh God why couldn’t I have put on nicer underwear this morning to I can’t believe this is happeningtoI want him so badly I’m going to scream.
You can sense Taehyung’s own nervous state in the way he keeps clearing his throat and flicking through the small stack of CD’s in your car, it isn’t until you finally pull up outside your place that his hand settles on your thigh and you pause to turn to him.
He smiles at you and reaches up to nip underneath your chin- a gesture has your chest feeling swollen and your nerves muted.
You head into your place, a small but neatly kept flat, and you take in a deep breath as Taehyung leaves his backpack by the door. He gazes around your place carefully, his attention thoroughly absorbed in his surroundings, and he walks up to you’re a frame hanging on your hallway wall. It’s your award of excellence that you received in your second year of college, a prestigious merit scholarship.
“Wow,” Taehyung breathes out and he turns to you with eyes that are wide and glowy and excited. “This is amazing. You’re so smart.”
He says the words so earnestly that it has your chest squeezing in a way that is unfamiliar but wonderful, and you open and close your mouth a few times.
“Yeah, I guess,” You reply shyly, before a smile dissolves over your face and you glance up, catching Taehyung’s stare.
“But you might be the smartest person I’ve ever met,” The words tumble out and you feel a heat simmering under your skin, tinging your cheeks a translucent pink.
“Aside from myself of course.” You stammer out, an add on that softens the edges of your words, and Taehyung’s smile widens.
“Of course.” He teases, his voice lilting slightly.
It’s then that you realize just how close you’re standing to him, your head tilted up to look into his eyes. You can feel the heat radiating from his body, and you can smell him- he smells like shampoo and sage and cedar, and you swallow. Taehyung’s laugh fades, his eyes dilating and his breathing coming out slower, his eyes locked on you.
The thought of how his lips had felt, pressed on yours, floats back in your mind. Taehyung inches even closer to you, his head dipping closer.
You breathe in, his eyes search yours, and you feel your heart start to accelerate in your chest.
“Taehyung.” You murmur. His eyes are expressive and you can see in them that he wants you, his eyelashes fluttering as he blinks.
Your eyes trickle down to his lips, full and slightly parted, and you feel a buzz work it’s way up your belly and settle in your ribcage,as he leans in, centimetres away from your lips, pausing.
In a brief moment, your lips touch. It’s a soft kiss – the merest brushing of lips against lips, timid and careful. Taehyung draws back, his eyes searching your face carefully.
You can feel it, even in that whisper of a touch – there is something deeply embedded in that kiss.
In an instant, his lips find yours, his hand reaching up to cup your face, his fingers resting on your jaw.
You have no idea who moved first, and you don’t care, because your eyelids are fluttering shut and you feel yourself getting lost in his kisses.
For a moment you can’t think, your mind completely blank except for an exhilarating rush of feeling everything all at once- his other hand curving around the small of your waist and giving your hip a squeeze, him deepening into the kiss and dipping his head further down as he kisses deeply into your mouth.
You can hardly think, you can feel a hum running from your toes to your belly to your cheeks, as you loop your fingers around Taehyung’s neck. His skin is warm to the touch, and so soft, as you tangle your fingers in his hair.
You tug him down further into your kisses, and he lets out a groan into your mouth, pinning you against the wall, trapping you in the heat of his body. You can feel the hard surface against your back and Taehyung’s body pressing into you, his hands slipping up from your hips to your waist before they glide under your shirt.
His hands are warm, they skim over your belly and rest right under your breasts.
His palms linger, the absence of his touch over your breasts has you filled with an aching, gnawing want. Taehyung arches his hips into yours, and you can feel the stir of his erection in his pants, his hard bulge is pressed against your thigh.
A choked moan is drawn out from your lips.
“Taehyung…” You break away from the pursuit of his kisses, and Taehyung is undeterred, kisses and nibbles trailing down your neck and causing the smouldering lust crackling over your skin to only intensify.
“Hang on,” You pant out, and Taehyung pauses. His breath is coming out in warm swathes of air against your collarbones and you glance down to see his eyes, the slow blinks of his heavy lids, each breath labored and potent with lust.
“Not here,” You continue, and Taehyung leans back a touch, nodding.
“Right,” He breathes, “Should we…?”
His voice trails off and your eyes hone in on him yet again. His hair is slightly mussed up from your fingers running through them. He is looking at you carefully, waiting for your response.
In the low light of the hallway, you rake your eyes over his face. The strong set of his jaw, the focus in his eyes, the seriousness of which he is gazing at you, and you feel a ripple of molten and saccharine sweet longing ease it’s way up your belly.
“My room?” You pant out, the word almost sounds like a beg, your voice is hiked with urgency and his lips quirk up at that.
He nods, then a half-chuckle half murmur, “Your room.”
He bends down, and scoops you up effortlessly in to his arms. You feel his arms flex underneath you- he’s stronger than you had initially assumed.
“It’s the room to the left, first door there.”
Your hands clutch around his neck and you can feel the frenzy of his pulse underneath your fingers as Taehyung strides towards your bedroom door. He uses his knee to push open the door. Your bedroom is elapsed in darkness, and he works his way across the floor and places you down on your bed.
Taehyung leans over and flicks your bedside lamp on. The room is filled with a dim light, and he leans backward, rocking on his heels to gaze at you.
He has a coy smile on his face as he lowers his body on top of yours. Your hands ravel around his waist as his fingers secure around your chin, tilting your face up to meet his lips in a long kiss.
Your thoughts are filled with urgency, a fiery wildness colours whatever reservations you might have had as you hoist your hips upwards, rutting hard into his cock and relishing the groan that Taehyung lets out against your ear.
“Y/N,” He moans your name into your ear and his fingers curl around the sheets and you feel that same knocking hunger in your core.
Taehyung’s fingers relax, they curl back out against your mattress.
His hand entangles in your hair, before trailing down to your neck, resting obediently on your collarbones. His fingers dance across your skin, tapping a rhythm against your chest. Finally, his fingers begin unbuttoning your shirt. His eyes are narrowed slightly in concentration as he quickly undoes each of the buttons.
It’s slow, torturously so and with each button that is freed, you feel the air against your skin. His fingers rest against your skin against your breasts and your stomach for brief, lingering seconds as he works the fabric free, and you can’t help the needy whines that escape your lips.
Taehyung smirks at each sound of your want, and when your shirt is finally open, he pulls your body up in one smooth movement.
He removes your shirt and tosses it on the floor, immediately capturing your lips in a kiss that has you for a long, intense, glorious few seconds- completely breathless.
It’s just him, his tongue easing its away into your mouth, the curve of his hands between your shoulderblades and gliding to your shoulders. You grip at Taehyung, holding him tighter to you.
You stay sitting upwards as he pulls away from the kiss, his eyes ticking down to roam over your exposed body. His eyes widen, you see his Adams apple bob in his throat. He swallows, hard.
“You’re…” He mumbles, and then he looks up to stare into your eyes. “You’re really beautiful.”
A blush blooms over your cheeks at his words, at the sincerity in them. Before you can respond, he pulls you to him and kisses you yet again, filling you with liquid heat.
His thumbs trace right under your breasts and you are quivering.
You move your body so that you are sitting on top of Taehyung, wrapping your legs around his waist, straddling him. It’s a little awkward shifting into place, but Taehyung’s palms are flat on the small of your back, his fingers curling around your ass as you finally settle.
Taehyung moans and tilts his hips against you, you can feel his erection straining against his pants as his thumbs work up and finally, finally brush over the curve of your breasts.
You hiss in at the feeling of his thumb over your skin, working closer and closer to your nipples. You press harder against his mouth, grinding with an insistency against his cock. He is still kissing you, hot, heavy, hungry kisses.
“Taehyung,” You moan out his name, “It feels so good…”
He leans back to watch your face as his thumb darts right over your hard nipple. His thumb works a slow, lithe circle around your sensitive nipple before his thumb and index finger stroke over it properly.
The feeling causes your back to stiffen and you tip your head back, letting out a soft, strangled moan.
“You sound so hot,” Taehyung grits out the words, leaning forward at the opportunity and eagerly planting kisses along your exposed throat.
You whimper out at his praise, at the feeling of his lips on your neck and his fingers working on your nipple.
You are now all too aware of the heavy thud between your legs, the clench of your thighs around his waist and the way you are beginning to slowly, desperately rock your hips into him.
You are wet, so wet that you can feel it practically pooling your underwear. The damp thud, deep in your core, is a drumbeat.
“So pretty,” Taehyung compliments, he chases his words by giving your other nipple a pinch, his fingers soothing the sensation with light strokes.
You whimper helplessly, your head falling back forward as Taehyung wraps his palm around your breasts and squeezes you, letting out a throaty moan. His eyes flicker in the dark light of your room as he massages you in his hands.
You reach down with trembling fingers and pull at the hem of his shirt. He obliges, letting go of you to hold his arms out as you tug the white tee off of his head.
You take in a sharp breath at the sight of him- the dip of his collarbones and the hint of muscles that ripple under his skin.
Your fingers work against his abdomen, the stretch of skin and tautness of muscle, and you work teasing circles lower and lower down until you are right above his cock.
His body is stiffened, waiting with a slowly loosening patience. He lets out a tiny choked moan at your tease before you let go and run your hands up his arms.
“You’re killing me here,” He growls lightly, and then his hand is at the back of your neck and he is kissing you again. His hands cup your ass, and you respond by working your body against the strain of his cock.
His skin against yours, his arms against your back and his bulging cock against your pussy with each roll of your hips. It all has you trembling in want.
“I’m so wet for you right now, you have no idea,” You murmur into his ear. He chuckles, he squeezes your ass in his hands.
“Good.” He responds simply, you enjoy the shiver that runs down his body at your words and the throatiness of his voice. You nip more kisses along his neck.
He tips his head back at the feeling, and you bask in it, at how he reacts to each of your touches, each of your words.
You are wet, so fucking wet that you feel filthy. All of your senses are wrapped in a film of crimson red want, and you are beginning to feel dizzy from just how badly you want him. You are riled up, your mind stuttering and desperate. You need him, and you need him now.
Taehyung, as if reading your mind, spins you, leans into you, pressing you onto your bed so that you are lying on your back.
He sits up, and you swallow as his fingers wantonly flit over your body.
He starts at your collarbones, his fingers dancing over your skin as he grazes over your breasts. When his fingers skim over your nipples, your body stiffens and you let out a soft exhale.
Taehyung’s eyes flicker with pleasure at your visible reaction. He continues downwards, over your belly until he reaches your skirt. His fingers grasp waist of your skirt and tugs down, easing your skirt and your underwear together off of your legs.
Your body wriggles on the mattress, and Taehyung lets out a soft groan at the sight of you, bare naked underneath him.
“God,” He mutters his jaw clenches and unclenches and you watch as he brings his hands down to rest on your hip. His fingers are still working careful circles right by the apex of your soaking wet slit.
The feeling has you suppressing a whine.
“You have such a pretty pussy,” He sighs out. This time, you can’t suppress the whine and Taehyung smiles in satisfaction.
You can see his cock straining against his grey pants. He’s big, and thick, and the sight has you swallowing hard as he slowly places two fingers against your clit and then drags down.
You are wet, so wet that his fingers are immediately coated in your slick wetness.
Taehyung clicks his tongue at how easily his fingers glide down your slit. Your body writhes, you are falling apart already.
“Baby,” Taehyung murmurs, “Try stay still for me okay?”
The affectionate name slips out of his mouth and you barely have time to dwell on it because his fingers are back at your clit. You clench your jaw, the friction if his fingers swirling circles over your clit sending you into a frenzy of want.
He lowers his body back on top of you, his fingers still working into your wetness. You are needy, you are dripping with it, and your fingers tremble as they reach down to unzip his jeans.
You are shaky and clumsy and he chuckles.
“You want me, baby?”
You nod desperately as he slips a finger into you, easing it until he is knuckle deep inside. He crooks his finger and you bite down on his shoulder, letting out a choked moan against his skin.
He pulls his finger out of you. You swallow at the sight of his digit, coated in your wetness.
“So wet for me.” He comments throatily, and you watch as his eyes flicker with neediness of his own before he tugs his pants off.
Your eyes lock down on the grey fabric that is being tugged off and your eyes widen as you take in the sight of him naked. His thighs, his cock, which is thick and long and stands up with his erection. The tip of his cock pink and slightly glistening with his precum.
“You’re really,” You pant out, peering over his shoulder to take in his back – the dip of his lower back and the muscles in his shoulders, he has two dimples right above his ass and the tightest, tautest ass and you feel a deep shiver in your belly, “Really fucking hot.”
A smile eases over Taehyung’s face and his eyes crease in the corners before he leans in and chases your lips into a kiss, his fingers reaching down to tease again over your clit.
“Oh my-” He moans, and you reach down and wrap your fingers around the base of his cock.
“Fuck.”
It’s thick, and hard in your hand and his breath stutters at the feeling of your dainty hand wrapped around his length. He begins to rock his hips, gliding his cock against you and fucking your hand.
His fingers are still massaging circles into your clit and you press your head back into the pillow, your eyes squeezing shut in your neediness.
“I want you,” You beg out, impatience peaking to an absolute crescendo.
“Please baby, please.” The words slip out effortlessly as your palm glides over the tip of his cock and Taehyung shifts, placing the tip of his cock at your entrance.
He pauses, delaying.
His body pinning you down.
You are gone, so far gone. His hair is falling in his eyes, his chocolate brown eyes full of lust as he scans over you.
You can feel it, the tip of his cock brushing against your wetness and you let out a soft plea.
“Please.”
Taehyung’s eyes flicker and then he leans back down, his lips slamming against yours with a messy, desperate kiss.
And then you feel it. Him, pushing slowly into you.
You suck in your breath at the feeling of him, his cock stretching you out and pushing against your walls. He eases his cock until it was all the way inside of you. You hear his exhale of pleasure, and your eyes flutter closed.
For a moment, all the messy desperation is settled, and are blissed out. It’s almost overwhelming how good it feels.
Within moments, it subsides, leaving in its wake a roaring want. You open your eyes to see Taehyung staring down at you.
“I want you.” You bite out, your words are a demand, and Taehyung nods.
“Your pussy feels fucking amazing,” He tells you in a voice that is heady and frantic as he begins to rock his cock into you.
He reaches up and laces his fingers through yours, keeping your hands pinned up beside your head as his hips rock deep circles into your core.
He slides out nearly all the way, causing you to gasp… and then chases the absence with a long, deep thrust of his cock.
Each dirty, fast slap of skin and the momentum of his cock buried deep inside of you only makes you needier Each gasp and breath and moan that he pulls out of your throat is broken apart and messy and you begin to feel the slow crest of a prickly heat in your core.
Taehyung continues to rut into you, each ministration of his hips against your soaked core causing him to groan.
“Fuck,” He mutters, “You feel so tight around my cock, it’s…” his voice trails off and he swallows hard. He lets go of your hands and squeezes at your breasts, kneading them in his palms, and you moan loudly as your hands reach up to the canvas of his back.
Your nails dig desperate patterns into his skin as you tilt your head back, Taehyung hitting deeper into you. Each slickened thrust is accompanied with a deep roll of his hips so that he is right there inside of you, causing you to feel choked with how close you are.
“Taehyung,” You pant out breathlessly, “I’m so close…”
“Shit,” He mutters back, “You look so hot, it’s making me so damn hard.”
You bury your face into his neck and bite down on the skin there, moaning into him and trying to mask your sounds of pleasure.
He reaches down and darts a finger against your clit as he continues to fuck into you, he reaches up with his other hand and grips the headboard above your heads. He holds himself in place as he continues to fuck into you with a ferocity that has you close to screaming.
Your entire body moves with each of his thrusts, and you moan into his skin, biting down hard into his shoulder as your eyes squeeze shut.
“Gonna cum for me aren’t you, baby girl?” Taehyung grits, he slips another finger against your clit and the feeling of it has your thighs clenching tight.
“Y-y-yes,” You moan out, enjoying the constant groans and mewls he lets out with each thrust. You felt your eyes roll in your head and you gasp as as Taehyung angles his cock upwards. You feel light and heavy all at once and there is a white heat pooling in your belly.
“Fuck, I’m going to, fuck, please don’t stop, please-” Your words tumble out in a desperate rush and Taehyung moans, snapping his head down to look at you.
He keeps two fingers against your clit as the clutches you against him, fucking into your harder and faster and deeper.
His eyes are locked on your face, and you keep your eyes trained on him. His hair, falling into his eyes, the sweat dotting his forehead with a slight sheen. The way his lips are parted, the dilated pupils of his eyes, how now- he is beautiful and masculine, all curves and edges.
“Oh my God oh my God oh my God,” You chant out brokenly as your orgasm breaks over you like a wave.
You fall completely silent as it courses through your body, Taehyung slows his thrusts as you writhe beneath him.
“So fucking pretty when you cum.” Taehyung murmurs. You are faintly aware of him planting a kiss on your cheek and on your neck as you shiver in pleasure beneath him. The satisfaction riding through your body is long and overwhelming.
Eventually your breath slows, it evens, and you feel the glow dissolving over your body, molten and warm and easy.
“Oh my God,” The word is sung out in a sigh, and Taehyung smiles.
“I came so hard.” You murmur, half in awe, half in mock complaint. Taehyung leans closer and presses a coy, delicate kiss to the corner of your mouth.
“You want more?”
Your body reacts before you speak, you curve up into him and nod.
“Yes,” You mumble, and Taehyung pushes himself into you again.
“Mmmm.” Taehyung’s low voice rumbles against your skin and you revel in it, your body sated and warm, a hazy prickle of desire growing in your belly with each buck of Taehyung’s cock.
“You screwed me so good,” You hum, Taehyung’s head darts up. His eyes focus on you and his eyes are widened, rapt in you. He’s close, you can see it in the clench of his jaw and the tiny mewls that rip out of his throat.
“I came so hard, God, your cock feels amazing…” Taehyung’s eyes flash at your words as he continues to fuck into of you.
“Yeah?” He grunts, and you nod.
“Hmmm, you made me so wet before you fucked me, I was practically begging for it,” You confess, and Taehyung smirks, his eyes flickering.
He is close, you can read it on his face. You dig your nails into his back teasingly.
“I can’t wait to feel your cum filling me up,” You purr, “Make sure you cum deep inside of me so I can feel it all night, okay?”
Taehyung lets out choked noise at your words, his eyes widening. “Fuck,” He grunts, “I’m…” His voice trail off and his thighs tense as he slams into you, three messy, sloppy, desperate thrusts before he let out a deep moan, his face burying into the crook of your neck and shoulder as he orgasms.
His lips are at your ear, and you hear each whine and moan and shiver of his as he rides out his orgasm.
He stays like that for a moment, gathering himself.
Finally, he pulls back and rolls onto his side. Your eyelids flutter closed as he kisses your cheek and then the corner of your mouth, before placing a kiss on your lips.
He kisses you sweetly, tenderly, before he pulls back. You open your eyes to see him smiling down at you, his eyes soft and warm.
He doesn’t say anything, and neither do you. He pulls out of you carefuly, and you wince at the feeling of your swollen pussy. He reaches over and grabs the tissue box kept by your bed, tugging out some tissues and dabbing carefully between your legs before he tosses the tissues in the bin.
He wriggles up beside you and wraps his arms around your waist. He crooks around your body like a comma and yawns into your hair. You begin to feel a sated, glowy drowsiness settle into you as he entangles his fingers with yours, holding you close against his chest.
“That was…” He mumbles into your hair, his voice trailing off.
“Yeah,” You finish faintly, and you smile to yourself. Taehyung chuckles, his chest vibrating, and you laugh too.
“Tired?” He questions softly, and you nod, your head bobbing up and down as the tiredness exhales out of your chest in the shape of a sigh.
“Uh huh.” Taehyung’s arms circle around you tighter.
“Me too,” He comments softly.
You feel Taehyung kiss the back of your head before he hums to himself sleepily. It’s a melody that doesn’t fully make sense, but it soothes at you.
He moves his head, shifting to get comfortable as his hums slowly fade off into silence.
Your eyelids are heavy, and they droop closed as you fall asleep in Taehyung’s arms.
Taehyung slots into your life effortlessly.
While the sun lapses into the horizon earlier and earlier with each passing summer day, you sit at the same desk in your local library. Taehyung is always at the front desk.
One day his legs are kicked up on the table while he squints down at the book in his hands, the next day he’s hunched over his phone, peering down in fierce concentration at the app game that he wants to get a top score in.
No matter what he’s doing, you find yourself sneaking glances at him as you study. You take in the way his eyes narrow when he concentrates, the mannerisms of his - like how he licks his lips absently when he’s deep in thought.
You notice how Taehyung often seems to go through a complete spectrum of emotions in the space of five minutes sometimes, tiny micro-expressions and emotions that fall over his face as he turns the pages of a book.
Or how, when he’s hungry, he wrinkles his nose and places a palm over his stomach and frowns. Basically, you notice anything and everything about Kim Taehyung.
Even more times though, you find yourself lifting your eyes during a moment of passing to see him gazing directly at you.
Each time, he is wearing that smile, and his eyes linger over you. His eyes are intent, piercing, and you hve to tear your eyes away and try to fight the blush that is melting a rosy glow over your cheeks.
When the library is closed, and the sky is streaky with blue and grey, you and Taehyung leave together. Some nights, you get a bite to eat- dumplings pinched between oily chopsticks and snippets of conversation that vary from Taehyung arguing with you about what the best kind of chocolate is (‘Hersheys kisses are b
Premise: It was a bet gone wrong. A bet they didn’t think they’d loose.
Author’s notes: Hello! This one was inspired by the tropes of a ‘BET’. I realized I’d get super frustrated with the OC’s, if it was me I’d be mad. Beyond mad, so I wanted to do one were OC would get mad as well. Sorry this is me projecting this time!
“The tweedles wanted to know if we were gonna hit up Taemins party this weekend.” Plopping down at one of your university’s library table, one that your close friend has currently sprawled out a cluster of study material. Every fibre of his being looks like it’s completely absorbed into the text.
“Dunno. What’d you tell them?” Hoseok replies, not looking up from his books and laptop.
“That I’d check with you first, you have the last mid term next Tuesday.” You shrug, knowing full well that he wasn’t looking. You pull out your phone to scroll through your Insta feed. You often stay with Hoseok while he studied and you had a free block. A silent company you both enjoyed.
Everyone knew that when the 5 of your showed up at a party, it was officially a banger. The other 3 of your friend group tending to opt out. They weren’t really parting goers and you could understand why. They had other interests that took up their spare time. As the 8 of your struggles through studies you’d either be together or on most Friday nights the 5 of you would be out.
It had been like it since you transferred mid semester a few months ago. The youngest 3, plus Hoseok calling you over one day out of the blue to ask if you were new. Upon saying you were, they instantly decided you’d be there friend. You weren’t sure at first, you didn’t want to make friends. But meeting the rest of the guys, you had quickly fallen into place. You were all similar in some ways, so it wasn’t hard to lose your reservations.
“Um… babed, I need to talk to you about something.” His normally steady chipper voice coming out somber, a slight tremble. You peer up at him over your phone. He’s abandoned his studying completely to face you.
“Uh, yea. What wrong?” Placing your phone on the table you equally give him your attention.
“Fuck, I don’t even know where to start.” If you though his voice sounded strained and trembling before, you were really worried now.
“Spit it out man, you’re freaking me out.” You push.
“Shit ok, me and a couple of the guys made a bet the first time we met you, that we could make you fall for one of us. It’s stupid and immature and I’m sorry I even took part in it. But this friendship is more important then that and I didn’t want you to find out from someone else.” His words spew out of him like they burn his mouth. The faster he gets it out the less pain you’d both endure.
Each word takes you by surprise, you don’t react right away. Allowing yourself to contemplate his words carefully.
“Who else?”
“That’s not really for me to say, they should be telli-“ He tries.
“The tweedles then” You knew already. Somehow you always knew there was something off.
“Wh-”
“It was kinda obvious. They have a reputation for playing with girls. I’ve had multiple old conquests of theirs come up to warn me about them.” You give him a reassuring look. Besides you in the party group he was the only one with a decent reception with women. His ex only had ever said sweet things about him, so it was shocking to hear that he was in on it.
However, people do crazy things during heartbreak and you did transfer in shortly after they separated. You’d give him the benefit of the doubt. He was telling you about it and he seemed sincere.
“Hell Jimin was bragging to Namjoon about the girl he took home weeks ago. And dumb and dumber were arguing over which one of them the waitress winked at the other weekend. You’d think they’d outgrown that shit by now, but I guess that’s Tae and jk for you” You continue. “And thank you for telling me.”
“I’m just I’m glad you hadn’t fallen for any of them yet” His breathing evening out now in relief. “I would have hated myself if you had but didn’t know.”
That makes you stop.
“Yet? I wouldn’t have.” Your amused scoff takes him by surprise. You watch his face contort into suspicion.
“Really? You’re telling me none of them have a chance.”
“Yes that’s exactly what I’m telling you. They’re not my type.” You were baffled. Did he seriously not notice your outward pining for a particular friend of theirs. “Besides I already like someone… and I here thought I was making that disgustingly obvious”
You give him a moment to mull over your words, you can almost see the words turning, the gears smoking. Before his realization crashes down on him.
“That’s what all those marriage jokes are?! You like Yoongi?” Forgetting where you are he voice reaching too loud. Many hushes and shushes are directed towards your table. You don’t even flinch, watching him in amusement as we apologizes to the others around him before turning back to you.
You let out a dramatically long sigh, “He hasn’t said no yet, he may ignore it but one day I’ll wear him down”
You shoot him a wink.
“You’vegot to be kidding me.”
“That I am not my friend, so will you be my best man or are you gonna be his at our wedding? Because honestly I don’t think I’m willing to give you up now, your speech would be one for the books”
“You are crazy” Finally a smile cracks on his dumbstruck face.
“Crazy in love~” you sing sweetly leaning into him.
“You’re gross.” He chuckles, pushing you away from him.
“And you my sunshine are going to buy me dinner as your apology and we are going to discuss wedding decor.”
Slinging your arm around his shoulder you wiggle your eyebrows at him. He attempts to muffle his laugh in his hands, muttering a ‘deal’ to your demands.
For now you’d think over what you knew. You had to find out what was more important now: your friendship or their stupid bet.
Because either way they were about to lose.
Sitting in the canteen of the university, you can hear the chattering around you, but your too lost in thought to notice anything. You’re staring idly at your phone, boots up on the table unable to reign in your annoyance. The tweedles had messaged about meeting up for lunch, you had agreed, unknowingly to them, under terms of interrogating them about their little bet. However, something in the air had changed when you saw them walk in. They waved at you before grabbing food and then heading over. You fell into your regular banter and small talk, body still reclined against the plastic chair, now not held up by tension, but an underlying need to know. What was more important to them.
So you hatched your plan right there and then.
“Everything ok?” Jungkook chimes at you from across the table. “Not eating today?”
“Yea just not hungry. Heard something today and it makes me feel sick.” You reply solemnly, purposefully being vague. Your eyes soft as you meet his, not giving anything away.
“What?” Taehyung pipes up next to you.
You fight against yourself, wanting to smirk, but you maintain a somber appearance. You knew they would take the bait
“I heard from the other campus that there’s a group of guys tricking girls into liking them. Apparently they have some sick wager on it, these poor girls.” You sigh deeply, shaking your head in disapproval. “And for these guys to just drop the girl after. How can some people be so heartless?”
You ignore the startled and pointed looks the give each other. Pretending not to see the panic as you focus your gaze back on your phone. Giving them a few moments of silence to answer, to respond in some way. When they don’t you try again.
“Why can’t people just be honest? To use others emotions for a twisted game. If it were me, I’d let it go if they told me the truth. Like it’s a shitty way to start a friendship but if it means something, it makes it so much worse.”
It felt like eternity before you hear one of them speak again.
“Some people are just shitty….” Jimin’s voice croaks out, your eyes snapping up to his. You keep your risin emotions to yourself.
“Good thing I met you guys then huh?” One eyebrow lifting in a double meaning, a true test.
“Yea” Jungkook laughs awkwardly. “You sure are lucky.”
You give them your best fake laugh, noticing out of the corner of your eye their once again not so subtle looks of terror aimed at eachother as they laughed with you.
“Just ignore all that kind of talk y/n” Taehyung nudged you. “Let’s focus on your birthday coming up!”
Deflection…great.
“Exactly! Did you manage to secure the vip room for your favourite club?”
Superficial conversation overtakes the group. Your birthday only a few weekends away, once a time you were vibrating with sheer excitement of the party’s shenanigans and now a sense of dread circles around you. Dread and annoyance.
Continuing to act like your friendship with these men weren’t in shambles began to weigh on you. You finding it harder and harder to keep the fake smiles from cracking, the fake laughs from bubbling into something vile.
By the time they left for their classes you were ready to set fire to the building. You wanted to watch it all burn. They lied to you. Not well either. That was the twisted part, if you had blatantly paid attention to their reactions they would have known that you knew that it was them. But because you acted oblivious to it being them, they played it off. You gave them the perfect chance to explain themselves.
Maybe they needed a few days to let your words sink in before telling you? You just hoped that was the case.
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Everytime you brought it up or someone mentioned something they 3 of them would get progressively more uncomfortable. Opting to running away or coming up with some lame excuse. So you stopped looking for them, you stopped replying to the gc, stopped going out with them on friday nights.
You and Hoseok however were getting closer. You two would go out partying together, lunches would now be spent with him and Yoongi, which you could not be more thankful for, and meeting up between classes. Slowly, thanks to Hoseok, Yoongi would ask you to hang out more one on one, inviting you out to his favourite record stores and other places he enjoyed. His blank face now breaking into a soft smile around you more and more.
It had been 3 weeks since that day in the canteen and still nothing from the tweedles. You had a free morning this morning, so instead of steeping in your own annoyance at the situation you decided to grab a coffee at the cafe down the street then head to your favourite park, a book Namjoon had recommended in hand. Choosing a spot near the shore, to watch the morning sun sparkle against the blue water, tide swishes back and forth.
You had settled down on the grass, a comfortable silence….well it was.
“What the hell is going on with you lately?” Taehyungs voice boomed from behind you, anger radiating into your back like a dagger.
“Well good morning to you too Taehyung. Oh and a lovely morning to you Jungkook and Jimin.” You don’t bother looking up from your book. You know if Taehyung was there so would the other two. He would be too chicken shit to come up to you on his own.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Jungkook now interrogates. It was almost laughable at how offended they sound, especially considering you were the one who should be.
“Well I was reading outside enjoying me free time until 3 lumbering lugnuts showed up aggressively not bidding me a good morning.” You sigh deeply before bookmarking your page and turning to face them. “but please do elaborate on your question.”
“You’ve been avoiding us for weeks, what the fuck gives?” Now apparently Jimins turn.
“I have not been avoiding. I just haven’t been going out of my way for you. I literally spoke to you and Jungkook yesterday.” You’re already exhausted, collecting yourself you stand up.
“That was about an assignment and then you dipped on us.”
“We want our best friend back”
“Best friend?” You scoff so hard you almost choke. This was ridiculous. “You sure about that? Or is your memory a little fuzzy from the lack of your shared brain cell.”
“Wha-?”
“We must have different definitions of bestfriends because mine doesn’t include sleeping with them to win money.” Your irritation clearly shows on your face now.
“Hoseok outted himself. He never mentioned you guys. No you guys did that yourselves. You’re not subtle about the way you treat girls. Hell I know most of the girls, I do live in the dorms remember.” You can’t stop your eyes from rolling. “You treat girls like shit. The only people you don’t look down on are your friends because you have weird superiority complexes. If anything being your friend before hand made it impossible for me to have any attraction to you.”
“We swear that we wanted to be your friend because of a bet, but it’s not like that now. Not after we got to know you.” Jimin tries to explain, you shake your head at his words.
“Any confessions of friendship mean nothing coming out of your mouths. I can’t trust anything you say. Up until this moment, of me dragging it out in the open, you were still working on winning your little bet.” Your anger simmers barely under the surface. “I gave you the perfect opportunity to come clean. But you chose to lie to me instead.”
“We were scared”
Anger bursts out of your chest. The simmering now an over bubbling pot, no one able to turn the heat down.
“Scared? Hoseok was scared when he risked our friendship by telling me the truth. You are cowards trying to save yourself. Puppies with their tails between their legs because they know they’ve done something wrong.” You bite. Fear slapped across their faces as you yell at them.
For the first time since meeting them you had never raised your voice or been annoyed with their idiotic antics, but this was passed that. You pissed at them, and they had brought it upon themselves.
“Don’t bother coming to my birthday, your names are off the guest list.” Finaliing your decision you storm off, book and coffee in hand.
With or without them you were still going to have a good party. You weren’t going to let this affect your night. Hoseok, Yoongi, Namjoon and Seokjin all said they were coming as well as all your other friends. They were all you needed.
You were shocked when Yoongi said he’d be there, but he said he had something special to give you for your birthday. You had joke about it being a wedding ring, telling him to call you Mrs. Min Yoongi. He just rolled his eyes and told you not to get ahead of yourself. It engulfed your spark of hope into a forest fire. So you wouldn’t let this ruin your excitement.
This was a bad wager. They didn’t take into account who you are. This was a Gambler’s ruin.
‘Gambler’s Ruin: A gambler playing a game with negative expected value will eventually go broke, regardless of their betting system’
