A/n: Wow, a once in awhile post? Maybe I’ll continue, it depends if I get inspired to write again!! Anyway enjoy!!!
Summary: Be careful who you love and be careful of others feelings, because in this world each heartbreak chips away at your emotions until you feel empty. (In other words, another AU similar to Hanahaki but not)
Prologue
The (h/c) haired man looked blankly outside the window, feeling numb and empty. There was no joy or sadness watching the birds fly in the beautiful sky as sunset, that he used to love so much, turned to night. There was nothing, and he wished he could hate it. But he couldn’t, right now he was just an emotionless doll waiting for a doctor to fix him and the man only wished he listened to his mom when she said to be careful. He laid down and closed his eyes to remember what brought him to the cold white room of a hospital.
The world was both lovely and cruel as humanity evolved where feelings and empathy mattered more than anything. People were more considerate on who they truly loved as they learned that each heartbreak will take away emotions from the person who has been hurt. Luckily, it wasn’t something small like unrequited crushes or small fights with a friend/lover or something unavoidable like death taking away a loved one. No, when someone you love and hold dear betrays you or crushes your heart and trust is when your heart is chipped, the more important they are in your life, the bigger the chip. Of course, the world has found a way around a feeling empty forever. If it’s a couple of chips then simple therapy and medicine will help heal you with time but for more severe cases and those who are completely empty, there is a procedure performed where doctors will piece and fix the broken heart but at the cost of the memories of those who broke it. May it be parents, lovers, best friends, anyone who hurt the person will be forgotten.
(Y/n) learned to be careful from his mother as his father left them when he turned 5 and saw his mom become less caring, not completely but her love became less apparent. While his father was never there enough for (Y/n)’s heart to chip, his mother suffered greatly, she got better after a few years but she had told him to make sure that the person he chose to love was true and to never hurt them like his father did to her.
He knew to be careful who he gave his heart to but then in college he met someone who made his heart beat fast, Kim Seokjin, an acting major who was slightly older than the other. They hit it off when they were paired up for a scene in an acting class, and were often teasing each other and trying to get the other to break character in class. On one of their practice days, Seokjin took the other back to his dorm to practice where he met his 6 bandmates. The 6 were enamoured by the scene they performed and cheered for their hyungs. After that, the (h/c) male often visited the dorms to hang out and cheer on his new friends as they trained and debuted.
(Y/n) found that hangouts were either loud and exciting as a whole or small group or a quiet one on one with a member. Of course, the male was never with one member for too long as another would join soon after, pouting (mostly the maknae line) and wanting attention. This escalated to a day where they all fought for (Y/n)’s attention and while the other found it flattering, it got tiring dealing with the same squabbling and confronted them about it. It led to the band looking away and turning red from embarrassment as they sputtered excuses. (Y/n) expressed his concerns of him not wanting to ruin their band if they’re going to fight because of him and he’s willing to leave them alone if he’s causing them too much trouble. They quickly went to him and tackled him to the ground in a group hug, yelling not to leave and saying it’s because they all were trying to court him and see who he would choose.
It was (Y/n)’s turn to flush red and let out a small “oh”. He then started to laugh, much to the others confusion and hurt. (Y/n) apologized and quickly explained that he didn’t realize that they were actually flirting with them and felt stupid(to which all of them denied and said he’s amazing). He admitted to having crushes on all of them but didn’t want to choose and hoped they would rather be friends rather than someone getting hurt if he chose only one. They all cooed at his sweetness and shared a look and nodded.
They said they’re willing to share if the other will have all of them and (Y/n)’s eyes widened as he asked if they were sure. The boys answered him with kisses making him laugh and kiss them back with the same enthusiasm. They were the happiest men in the world. This was it, this was love, it was all theirs to cherish and to hold.
prompt : ( Jungkook x Reader ) Jungkook is suddenly transported to the 21st century, and you’re stuck with him until he can get back to where he belongs.
For a long time, your life was completely normal. You were just a girl. You had a happy childhood, you went through the pain and puberty of middle and high school. Now you were awaiting your second year of college, the heat of summer keeping you inside your apartment.
You were never a fan of the heat.
It was an ordinary day of this hermit-like nature on which your life changed. You were no longer normal.
* * *
You’d been on FaceTime with your best friend, Jisoo, for a couple hours. Laughing about high school memories and complaining about your freshman year of college. But you heard what sounded like a distressed man outside your apartment. You scrunched your nose up and looked over at your door. Jisoo proceeded to make the same expression, “What are you doing? I can see up your nose. Gross.”
“You’re doing the same thing, you know,” You looked back down at the screen, giving her a pointed look. She laughed. “Okay, whatever. I have to go help my dad in the shop anyway. Later.”
“See you,” You mumbled, letting the phone drop onto the couch as she hung up. Drifting over to the door, you pressed your ear against it to further listen to the distressed man.
“What is this,” You could hear him mumbling, “This.. thing. This architecture. Where’s the palace?”
Palace? Was this guy nuts?
Slowly, you opened your door, only to find a guy about your age in medieval looking clothing, staring you down with dark, chocolate brown doe eyes. His clothing was odd, like he’d just walked out of one of those weird fantasy festivals. He wore a simple long sleeved shirt and long rugged pants with stitched leather shoes.
“Who are you?” He spoke in a clear and demanding tone. You jumped lightly, clearing your throat. Your confidence wasn’t very high, after all, considering you were in sweatpants and a t-shirt.
“Um.. my name is Y/N. Are you okay?” Was your meek answer. This guy was scary, honestly. He looked you up and down and made a disgusted look. “What are you wearing? How disgraceful.”
Well, he’s rather rude as well.
You face heated up with an embarrassed blush. “They’re called home clothes, okay? What’s your name?”
The man huffed at you, staring you down for a few seconds before finally giving you an answer, “Jungkook.”
Then, he fell face first into the floor.
* * *
Jungkook was out for a couple hours. You’d dragged him inside your apartment and into your room, tossing him on the bed. After a bit of work, you’d gotten him all comfy and started taking care of him. He now lay there with a damp rag over his forehead while you sat at his bedside. You didn’t know this man, yet you were still concerned about him and his health. Though he might have seemed a tad mentally ill, you wondered what exactly his story was.
Staring at him sleeping, you noticed his rather beautiful features. He was slim but toned for sure, he had high cheekbones and a sharp jawline. His nose had a certain slant to it that was just adorable, and his lips were perfectly uneven.
Too bad his hair was so long.
You let out a soft sigh, staring at him. His eyes blinked open and for a second, he seemed like he was going to rip your head off and run out the door. But he stopped himself as he saw you jump, as he saw how concerned you were and how you’d probably helped him.
He took a minute to speak, “Please, where am I?”
Your expression turned perplexed as your form slowly relaxed. He didn’t know where he was?
“You’re in Seoul, Korea. Are you feeling well?” You gently removed the rag and he sat up, nodding. The male looked around the room, scanning everything within his scrutiny before looking back at you. “I think I might have travelled forward in time.”
It took you a bit of time to let the words sink in. “Are you mentally ill? Did you escape a hospital?”
“No!” He was quick to react. Jungkook then sighed, his figure slumped in defeat and disappointment. “I’m Jeon Jungkook. I’m a war general.”
You hummed and grabbed your phone from the bedside table, ignoring the man’s questions about the device. You typed his name into Google and, shockingly, you had to believe him. The painting of Jeon Jungkook you found looked exactly like him. He was from 1396.. Somehow, he really had travelled forward in time.
Either that or he was an insanely impressive doppelganger.
“Okay,” You said slowly, “I believe you.”
The taller was eyeing your phone suspiciously still, but stopped and looked back at your eyes after you spoke. “Thank you,” He said sincerely, offering a small smile, which you returned. You set your phone down and stared at him intently, “So how did you get here?”
He held a hand to his head as if suppressing a headache, “I don’t know. The last thing I remember is training with Namjoon. It was storming. Lightning struck right outside the window, and then I was here.”
“I see,” You mumbled, thinking. The storm caused it, then, but how does that help in getting him back? You decided to focus on that later. You nodded to yourself and stood as he watched you, looking like a confused bunny.
“I’ll help you get back home. But first, we have to modernize you.”
His eyes went wide with dread, “M- Modernize me?”
Your lips twitched upward in an evil, sly grin, “Yup. Say goodbye to your luscious locks, Jungkook.”
His expression immediately changed to fearful and defensive as he backed away from you and held his hair in his hands, “No. I’ve been growing this out for my entire life! That’s 21 years of growth!”
I would like to make a request and I wish you can make it a series. BTS- Jungkook. Smut- it doesn’t matter, anything does it. Angst- 3 (he uses you but you catch feelings and because of it you don’t seem to notice he’s using you, until one day.) sorry if that doesn’t makes sense. AU- 2,5 and you can make something on your own too. I JUST REALLY LOVE ANGST, SO PLEASE MAKE PURE ANGST OUT OF IT, I AM FEELING SAD THESE DAYS, I LIKE TO CRY!
It didn’t take long for him to show up, covered in water, hair pressed against his forehead and somehow a smile on his face. “fuck.” He sighed brushing his hair back. “its pouring.” He chuckled pulling his phone out to check if it was okay. “we’re good.”
“listen, i don’t want to know the details i just want to know if it was true that he fucked someone while we were-.”
“He’s jungkook. He’s immature and a brat.” Namjoon started as he stepped closer to you and frowned. “so yeah he did.”
“fuck…” You muttered feeling your chest tighten even more, throat closing with the need to breath as you try and swallow your sobs. You didnt want it to bother you as much as it was but for some reason you couldnt stop thinking about him. and you hated yourself because of that.
“(y/n).”
“Nope.” You paused feeling your voice break as you spoke again. Picturing the hands he held you with so softly, the lips he kissed you with, the sweet words- he was saying it to someone else as well. “i dont want to hear anymore.” You spoke finally sobbing a bit.
“(y/n)…” Namjoon sighed as he quickly stepped towards your body and caved you into his chest. Thunder rolling above the two of you as you sobbed. “jungkook admits that he did wrong, not that you should forgive him or anything.” Namjoon began to speak. “but at the party last night we got jungkook to talk with us.” He paused rubbing your heaving back as you slowed your sobs to listen to what he was saying. “Jungkook was fucked up that night, i’ve never seen him that bad before. We talked about you and how you are actually a good person and not just one of those girls that sleep around that he normally goes for.”
normally goes for?
“we basically told him to get his shit together, cut it off with you before you get hurt anymore and to grow up.” Namjoon finished as he pulled away from you, gripping your shoulders and moving to wipe the tears from your eyes. “(y/n) do you want to know jungkook’s reply to all of that?”
You weren’t sure you wanted to hear anything about him anymore. You didn’t want to think about how the one boy you finally opened yourself up to, went and easily fucked some girl. Sure the two of you weren’t dating but it was still close to that… maybe it was your fault? You shouldn’t be feeling like this right? it was just a experimental thing with the hot boy from school.
“im okay…”
~
Have you ever had something that you wanted and then have ripped from you. Or better yet. Have a pet that you loved with all of your might, followed it around, took care of it and then it run away? That heart break doesn’t compare to the pain you were feeling now. The fact that you trusted jungkook, opened yourself up to him and talked to him like you never talked to anybody in your whole life; just to have it thrown out the window with some other girls snatch.
But you couldn’t help but think that it was just your fault to begin with. You knew better than to talk to the one person who has practically ‘dated’ every girl in your school.
So the days just rolled on for you. Drifting in and out of classes, working hard like you use to, and finally reaching the end of your highschool career. Every now and then you’ll catch jungkook trying to text you, talk to you in the hallways; but you just ignore it and go about your business. You were becoming stronger again.
“It’s actually funny watching how badly he wants to talk to you.” Jimin chuckled as he poured your 2nd cup of coffee since you finished your day of school. You sat on your laptop scrolling through colleges to apply for.
“Yeah..” you muttered in response as jimin shoves himself beside you, ignoring the fact he was on the clock.
Since you stopped talking to jungkook completely, you and jimin have grown closer. He was a good friend to you now. Talked to you while you cried for no damn reason, promised it would get better if you just forgot about jungkook completely. He was a good friend. “ do you even know what you want to do when you graduate?” Jimin questioned, earrings swaying on his ears as he cocks his head at you.
You closed your eyes for a second, glanced from your coffee to the rain dripping down the window. “I dont know.” You replied with a shrug. “I honestly have no clue what i want to do.”
“Does anybody though?”
“true.”
your soft chatter is interrupted as your phone begins to ring, your mothers sweet face popping up on the screen.
“You should totally let me answer it.” Jimin teased.
“No because the second she hears a guys voice shes going to think im dating you.” You chuckled putting the phone to your ear, “hey.”
“Whats wrong with that.” Jimin replied making you stare at his serious face as your mother rambled on the other end of the phone. He smiles softly before rising from the table and back to work, your heart racing from his words.
“Uh sorry mom, what were you saying?” You cleared your throat as you listened to her talk about some trip that was going to happen this weekend, your mouse clicking on a few local colleges near you; looking at what they had to offer. “Sure i’ll go with you. we’re we going and why?”
“we’re going to see your aunt in Florida.”
~
This wasnt the first time Jungkook had tried to reach out to you. It was worse in the hallways at school. Seeing him face to face, the frown he wore. He almost looked like he cared.
Your body rocked against the plane taking off, eyes staring at the speeding concrete in the dark night as you moved; mom’s hand tight in your own. As you rose in the sky your eyes drank in the height you were at. The city below twinkling. You twirled your airplane mode phone in your hand thinking about what it was exactly jungkook wanted to talk about.
Was he just going to apologize for sleeping with someone while you two had a thing going on? Or was he going to tell you something completely different? It wasn’t like you weren’t asking yourself these questions. you thought about them constantly… Wanting to know if the way you feel for jungkook was real or just lust filled feelings?…
“When will be get into Florida?” You questioned your mother as you stayed in the air for a hour already.
“We should be landing in thirty to an hour.” She replied spinning the alcoholic beverage she ordered in her hand. “Your aunt is really looking forward to seeing you-.”
“Dont you mean, meeting me.” You corrected.
That’s right. You have never met you aunt before. Your mother cut that side of her family out of her life for a reason and that reason was unknown. So of course you were surprised when she suddenly mentioned the name of her sister and said that you and her were taking a trip to meet her.
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{ Jimin POV }
She mentioned being gone for this weekend, that she would turn her phone off for that time to 'reconnect’. I didnt blame her. (y/n) needed some space it seemed. “that will 4.20.” I smiled at the large man ordering his sweet coffee. Hands pulled the flaps open, shoving the money in the drawer, and sighing after handing him his change.
“Taking my break.” I smiled, taking my apron off and heading towards the back of the building. I grabbed an already rolled blunt from the party the other night and decided i deserved this. My wrist still burned form punching that idiot, and all i could think about is (Y/n) now and her opinion of me.
Wrapping my lips around the packed end, lighter in my hands, and the stormy sky above rolling until it can finally break. As i strike the cog to ignite the flame, taking a long drag i let the smoke flood through my lungs and circle back out, muscles relaxing with a simple puff.
“Jimin.”
My body twitches as i pull the joint from my lips and stare at the person who caught me….jungkook.
“Chill its only me.” He scoffed walking closer with a smirk on his lips and hands in his hoodie. “Listen i want to talk-.”
“I rather not talk to you.” I sighed sucking on the much needed high again.
“its about (y/n).”
“Didnt i say-.”
“i love her.”
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{ (y/n)’s POV }
You hated planes.
You had the process of it all, the long flight and all the walking it had to offer. Your mother on the other hand loved it. She always took full advantage of everything the travel had to offer. Stopping from shop to shop while we waited for our plane to take off and even after we landed she wouldn’t stop.
“(y/n) look at all the little souvenirs.” she would say. Thinking that i really cared for all the alligators with the etched in name of the state or t-shirts that said 'i love panama.’ “Don’t you want a matching one with me?”
no. “Sure.”
You were tired of your heart feeling so cloudy. You couldn’t stop thinking about him. About his smile, his eyes, his lips…. The way he felt on your skin, his hot breath and sweet tone in his voice when he whispered in your ear.
you missed him..
“this is my sister and your aunt, Lynda.” Your mom introduced you to the one family member you have never met. Lynda’s house was small and unkept, pictures hung on the wall were crooked and there was a clear smell of weed stitched into the furniture mixed with something else. Your mother never told exactly what your aunt has done to not earn a actually title in your life but you could tell it was drugs. Especially with the way her skeleton like body walked up to you and hugged you.
“You’ve grown so much since ive seen you last.”
“I dont remember seeing you-.”
“(y/n).” Your mother corrected you as you are pulled form the hug and stared at.
Tears pecked the side of her eyes as she looked at you. “Im sorry you just remind me so much of her.”
“Her?” you questioned.
“Lets eat dinner first and then we can talk about it Lynda.”
~
We ate dinner like mother said we would. Started with going out to eat at some sleaze ball dinner. Men were coming up to Lynda, whispering things in her ear only to disappear after she sends them away with a smile and a promise to talk to them later.
You ate crappy wings and listened to crappy music. Your phone sat off in front of your fingertips, mother speaking to her sister, laughing and talking about things you really wouldn’t understand or care to hear for.
You didn’t want to hear anything besides words form someone else. Someone you couldn’t stop thinking about.
Jungkook.
“How far are we from the beach right now?” You questioned seeing that the dinner part of this visit was going to last for hours.
“Just around the corner.” Lynda answered.“
"Im going for a walk then.” You spoke without an answer as you grabbed your phone, pressing the power button and disappearing out the bar. The smell of cigarettes circled your skin as the soft breeze of ocean air kissed your nostrils. You took towards the beach, sandals flying off as your skin kissed the sand.
The night air ran through your hair as you stood in front of the ocean waves, crashed sending goosebumps against your skin as you lift your phone. Seeing the notifications on the screen for only a second as you quickly open snapchat to take a video.
The moon was dancing behind the ocean line, waves rushing towards your colorless toenails. It was warm…
You posted it to your story and sat on the sand below, wet toes digging into the dry sand as tears roll down your cheeks.
You were looking at your snap chats that have yet to be opened since you’ve logged out after the party.
He sent you many selfies, all to end with this one. Him looking tired in the mirror, pout on his lips. Chats filled with, 'please talk to me.’ to 'im sorry.’
Tears rolled down your cheeks not because of how much he hurt you but from how much you wanted to forgive him. You wanted to talk to him again. To have him near you again…
You shook your head at the thoughts of going back to jungkook. you didn’t need to be hurt anymore. You scrolled on your contact list as you sat by the waves, screen lighting your face against the darkness of the ocean.
The phone rang for a few seconds before it picked up.
Gore, violence, zombies, mention of drugs and drug dealing, weapons discharge in self defense, main character death, zombies, course language, zombies, drinking, did I mention zombies?
Summary:
They were the top of their game, known throughout the city as the smartest and most dangerous crew to ever hit the Daegu streets. But what’s going to happen when this group of young men encounter something right out of a horror film?
What is it that gives us purpose? What drives us as human beings to keep living? A young man finds himself faced with that very question when he discovers himself to be the last remaining human.
Will he walk alone?
Warnings: This one is gonna hurt folks
Word count: 1012
Author’s note:
This is based on one of my infamous dreams. My subconscious likes to hurt me apparently, so when I woke up I decided to frantically write this out so ya’ll could share the ouch. Enjoy~
What is it that gives us purpose? What drives us as human beings to keep living? A young man finds himself faced with that very question when he discovers himself to be the last remaining human.
Will he walk alone?
Warnings: This one is gonna hurt folks
Word count: 1012
Author’s note:
This is based on one of my infamous dreams. My subconscious likes to hurt me apparently, so when I woke up I decided to frantically write this out so ya’ll could share the ouch. Enjoy~
It had been months since he’d last seen another human face to face. The devastation that’d grabbed hold of him in the beginning, the panic and fear and anger, all had long since faded away from the forefront of his mind.
After being greeted time and again to the sight of car crashes, the empty shells of planes long since burned to a smoldering hunk of empty and twisted metal, and home after home left in almost pristine condition down to forks dropped to the floor from meals left uneaten he’d finally come to understand the truth. He was absolutely and truly all alo… He needed to set out to find her.
It had started one morning on his way to work. Not thinking that the rental house he shared with his brothers was so very oddly silent, he’d rushed through his morning routine. Thoughts a frantic mess, he’d raced his way through his shower and tugged on clothes wrinkled from having not been folded after he’d pulled them out of the dryer the night before.
She’d have fussed at him had she se….
It wasn’t until he’d actually made it to work that he realized something was wrong. The bypass had been devoid of vehicles, serendipitous to be sure, but when he pulled into the parking lot and saw the burning building that was his place of employment a certain type of dread had filled him.
He’d pulled out his phone, staring down at the empty screen of the video call and struggling with his conscience as to whether to hang it up and call the authorities. Dismissing the thought he’d tucked the phone away, ensuring that the call was still muted before hurrying to the restaurant across the parking lot and stepping inside with a call of hello.
Not a soul had answered him. Despite several vehicles idling in line at the drive-through, not a soul reached his desperate sight as he frantically searched the building for any signs of life. No one answered when he tried to call emergency services, the calls just rang and rang unendingly until finally he’d given up and dropped forlorn into the driver’s seat of his car.
He’d stared out the front windshield, that dread building and building into full blown panic as he’d pulled out his phone and unlocked the screen to the sight of her empty be…
So he wandered for a while, searching and shouting until his throat bled and the tears he’d once shed had all but run dry. Always aware of the phone in his pocket that he kept charged and the call that he hoped and prayed would never drop.
Finally his resolution had hardened and he’d worked up the courage to set out, stopping at barren convenience stores for food and water and gas to fill his tank he had driven. Always seeking and searching in case by some misguided fate some other poor soul was out there that might just share the same fate as him.
He’d seen animals abound, pets allowed to finally roam free and grow wild once more like their ancestors once had been. Zoo animals who’d had the smarts and wherewithal to escape their enclosures and run free in the streets in suburban environments that rapidly decayed into the jungle scapes so many of them had been taken from long long ago.
And finally, after so very long of driving and charging and hoping and staring, the call had died. He’d lost his mind for a while. Screaming at the phone that mocked him with its lack of service, repeatedly smashing the call button in vain hopes that maybe…just maybe… Eventually he’d continued on, seeking his destination with a single minded drive that only a man possessed could attain, not allowing the despair to resurface so long as he knew the roads to take and the neighborhoods to pass in order to find just what he was looking for.
And there he sat. The small blue house with that ugly stone facing she’d always mocked staring back at him. Yard left unkempt from almost a year of neglect. The truck she drove sat unused and covered in a thick layer of pollen.
He stared for a night and most of a day before finally steeling his resolve and unbuckling his seat belt to step out of the car. His footsteps echoed on the cracked and ragged walkway as he made his way up to the front door, testing the lock and frowning. He’d always tried to remind her to lock that door, anyone could have just walked in.
The front living room gave off a musty odor, as though no one had been there in so long the walls had even forgotten what it felt like to know a human presence.
He knew the layout very well. Smiling at the pictures hanging on the wall of a young girl grinning and laughing at the camera person.
He’d turned a corner in the hall, eyes widening and tears pouring at the sight that lay before him.
It still smelled of her, the empty bedroom with its pile of unfolded laundry, snack wrappers littering the floor just out of reach of the bed and a laptop that’d been left on and open to a google doc with a story half written, never to be finished.
His fingers traced the edges of the bedspread, eyes lingering on the slight divot in the mattress.
He gingerly picked up the phone, unlocking it to see the thousands of messages he’d sent her every day up until the point where the cellphone towers had stopped sending their signals.
Desperation clenched at his throat. It clung to his knees, buckling him and breaking him as he dropped into her place.
He curled into the scent of her, sobs forever to go unheard as the truth settled on him with a finality so all encompassing that it shook him to his very core.
Gore, violence, zombies, mention of drugs and drug dealing, weapons discharge in self defense, main character death, zombies, course language, zombies, drinking, did I mention zombies?
Summary:
They were the top of their game, known throughout the city as the smartest and most dangerous crew to ever hit the Daegu streets. But what’s going to happen when this group of young men encounter something right out of a horror film?
Gore, violence, zombies, mention of drugs and drug dealing, weapons discharge in self defense, main character death, zombies, course language, zombies, drinking, did I mention zombies?
Summary:
They were the top of their game, known throughout the city as the smartest and most dangerous crew to ever hit the Daegu streets. But what’s going to happen when this group of young men encounter something right out of a horror film?
Gore, violence, zombies, mention of drugs and drug dealing, weapons discharge in self defense, main character death, zombies, course language, zombies, drinking, did I mention zombies?
Summary:
They were the top of their game, known throughout the city as the smartest and most dangerous crew to ever hit the Daegu streets. But what’s going to happen when this group of young men encounter something right out of a horror film?
The kitchen erupted into a surge of chaos at the sound of Jin’s voice. I’d rerouted the audio to my cell phone, which Taehyung had rigged long ago to double as a receiver so we could communicate during missions and various outings.
It was a chorus of shouts and sobbing as the boys scrambled to be heard over each other by their elder.
“How did you survive?”
“What the fuck happened?”
“Where are you now?”
“Are you hurt?”
“I saw you get shot, what the hell?!”
Even Yoongi seemed shaken, which was hard considering.
That windshield wiper laugh sounded through the receiver and I crumpled to the floor, sobbing with relief as I clutched the phone to my chest.
“Aww, come on now boys, look what you did to her.” Even at a distance and fresh from the grave he still managed to find a way to scold his younger brothers.
Jungkook helped me to my feet and I placed the phone on the counter, angling it so that everyone could hear and be heard before burying myself into the crook of his arm.
“Hyung, seriously, how did you manage to survive that shot?” Jimin squatted down at the counter across from me, arms crossed on the metal surface so he could rest his chin on them and still be able to see the phone.
“Same way Hoseok did. We had our vests on.”
This sent another wave of relief and cheering through the group. Even Jeanette and Rose were sobbing off to the side when they heard Hobi’s cheerful hello on the other end of the line.
“Fuck sake man!” Namjoon sniffled as Taehyung wiped his nose on his shoulder. “You both had us half way to grieving over you.”
“Seriously though, what exactly happened?” Junkgook demanded, though he couldn’t hide the tears that clung to the back of his own throat.
And so Seokjin filled us in.
After he’d been shot and Jeanette and Yoongi had been taken away, he’d played dead for a bit. Long enough to watch as the helicopters took off without him.
He’d made his way to the front of the house, almost losing it when he spotted Hobi’s unmoving form on the ground. He’d quickly realized though that the blow back of all those shots had simply rendered the bodyguard unconscious. The bulletproof vest had done its job perfectly.
“We had him checked out, nothing broken, but the ceramic plates in his jacket and vest are fully toast.”
“What do you mean…we?” Namjoon interrupted. His curiosity caused his voice to crack slightly as he spoke, eliciting a snicker from the others.
“Well, you see…”
Jin was interrupted by a voice that had my blood running cold.
“They had a little help from a friend.”
“Eun Kwang!”
A chorus of voices rang out, drawing the attention of several nearby civilians. I smiled at them sheepishly, to which most shrugged and ignored us, though a few seemed to now have at least half an ear turned in our direction. It didn’t matter though, I had more important and pressing matters to attend to.
“You skeevy bastard what the hell?!” Jungkook was nearly purple with rage and I could tell he was on his way to saying something stupid.
I stepped in, touching his arm and gently taking the phone to redirect his attention.
“Easy there killer, not the place or time for all this.” I smiled softly to him, handing the phone over to Namjoon and placing a hand on Jungkook’s cheek.
“Let’s have Namjoon find out what happened. There’s too many people around to have you going full mafia boss rage mode.”
He snorted, though the sound was not one of amusement and we turned our attention to the ongoing conversation.
“We were on our way over to negotiate a peace treaty to be frankly honest.” Eun Kwang’s tone was mocking to say the least, I could almost hear the sneer in his voice.
“Hyun sik heard the chopper first so we hid until the shots died out and the bird took off again. Found your boys barely breathin’ when we managed to get there. Don’t worry though little dongsaeng, we made real sure to secure your property, get everything valuable to a nice an safe place.”
“Mother f…” Jungkook inhaled. I could feel the rising tension in his form, the muscles in his arms writhing beneath my fingertips as he clenched and unclenched his fists.
“Boss?” Namjoon whispered, eyes scanning his younger brother’s face as his brows creased with concern.
“What do you want Eun Kwang…” Jungkook asked, words clipped as he struggled to keep his temper under control.
“Well, I know you and your crew are in a bit of a bind. Trapped on that American base with no way out and surrounded by rabid bodies? Not a good look man.”
“And?!”
“I’ll help you escape, sure. But on one condition.”
Jungkook growled, throwing his hands up in the air and turning away with a huff.
“Of course there’s a fucking catchin!” He slammed his fist on the counter, causing Jeanette to yelp from the corner. I sent her a half hearted and apologetic smile.
“What do you want Eun Kwang?” I muttered into the phone when I took it from Joon.
“I want Daegu.”
“What?!”
“If I send my crew out there, I’m risking their lives to get you out. I need to know that the risk is worth the reward. Daegu is my reward.”
“But Eun…”
“Yes yes, I know. How is that going to work if you all are still in Daegu when this is all over? Simple. I want you all gone. I don’t care where you go or what you do. But Daegu is mine.”
Namjoon stepped up, waving for me to hand him the phone again. I obliged, passing it over and turning to watch Jungkook as he began pacing again.
“Why not just leave us here then? Why not just let the Americans deal with us or kill us or whatever it is they have planned for us?”
“Because if anyone’s gonna kill Jungkook, it’s gonna be me. You damn well best believe I’m not letting any other mother fucker have that satisfaction.”
***
Our conversation was suddenly interrupted by a commotion at the kitchen door. I grabbed the phone quickly, lowering the audio volume as much as possible while shushing the men on the other end of the line.
“We’ve got company.” I muttered, hoping that whatever this could be, it wouldn’t spell disaster for our escape plans.
“Daddy!” The shout echoed across the kitchen as several soldiers walked in, startling us to no end as one of the nearby children rushed over and nearly tackled one of the soldiers to the ground.
The sight would have been heartwarming if not for the fact that as soon as the two hugged it out the young boy began whispering to his father while pointing back at us several times.
“Fuck…” Jungkook grumbled. Apparently he’d been watching the exchange as well.
“There’s nothing we can do about it now Boss.” Namjoon moved to block our sight of the two, pulling our attention back to him as he shoved his hands in his pocket.
“If we draw attention to it now they’ll know or at least suspect that something’s up. Just watch and wait for now, see where this takes us.”
It didn’t take long for the commotion to become organized.
The group was divided into two lines, children at the front and adults split into two groups that were led out into the darkness of the bowling alley.
After hurriedly ending the call and shoving the phone in my pocket I joined the groups. Half of us were led to the front of the building, Rose, Jeanette, and myself included, while the others were instructed to stay put.
“They’re taking us to the bathrooms.” The little girl that had taken a liking to Namjoon and Jeanette whispered up to me.
I smiled down at her gratefully, heat rising to my cheeks when she slipped her tiny hand in mine and squeezed it tightly.
“I wish they would take us more often, but Mommy said they do it so that the ones with guns can keep us safe from the monsters.” She glanced toward the front door, eyes wide as her gaze darted across the dusky twilight of the sky.
I squeezed her hand, bringing her attention back to me so I could shoot her a reassuring grin.
“It’s brave of them to want to protect us, don’t you think?” I asked as we made our way into the imposing darkness of the women’s bathroom. A few of the sinks had lanterns on them, but it really did little to dispel the gloom that prevailed in the entirety of the large space.
“Well…I guess it’s brave. But really they’re just pretending. Grown-ups do that a lot.” She shrugged, letting go of my hand and making her way to one of the toilet stalls.
I wondered at her words as I did the same, finishing my business as quickly as possible so I could spend a moment or two longer at the sink.
I glanced to the side after finishing with my face, smiling and letting out a small chuckle that echoed slightly when the little girl had reappeared beside me with Jeanette, Rose, and her mother in tow.
Reaching her hand out once more she quickly pulled me into the group, giggling the whole way back to the kitchen at the new friends she’d made for herself.
When we got back I broke away from the others, making my way over to Jungkook who’s eyes were on the dad and son duo we’d been watching earlier. He frowned when the adult glanced our way, his fist clenching at his side when the man began walking over.
“Kookie, you’re gonna end up with arthritis if this keeps up.”
He glanced down at me, face full of confusion as I wrapped my hand around his fist and brought it up to gently brush my lips over the knuckles. “Relax baby. I know this is tough but please, ease up on yourself.”
I wasn’t even sure if my words registered in his mind as the man in uniform stopped before us, hand on the holster at his hip as he sized us up.
“My son tells me you all have a plan?” His clipped Korean sounded foreign on his tongue, though the pronunciation was immaculate.
“Couldn’t possibly begin to know what you mean, Sir.” I replied, giving him my most charming smile possibly.
“Mmm, no I get it. With everything going on, what reason do you have to trust me?” He shrugged, leaning his hip against the counter and finally moving his hand away from his holster to cross his arms over his chest.
I tilted my head, smile still in place as I attempted to sooth the seething beast that was Jungkook by tracing my fingers over the bulging muscles in his forearms.
“We weren’t exactly given a choice to leave our home, safe as it was and out of the way of the chaos. Two of our family members were shot and killed, and by YOUR people at that.” I shook my head, eyes brimming with tears to emphasize the point.
The soldier sighed, nodding and frowning as he turned to look out at the group of civilians loitering around the spacious kitchen. “Sad fact is, people tend to do stupid shit when they think they’re saving people. Get high and mighty in their authority and think they’ve become god when they’re the ones holding the guns.”
I hummed in thought, curling my fingers over Jungkook’s knuckles and placing just enough pressure to encourage him to loosen his fingers so that I could slip my hand into his.
“Seems that’s a universal fit. People with authority want to keep their authority, no matter who or what gets in their way.”
The soldier pursed his lips, eyes finding the young boy who’d called him Daddy earlier. He was now playing with the young girl and Namjoon, smiles bright as he told them one of his many stories while balancing each of them on either of his knees. The man was good with kids, there was no doubt about that.
“I’ve seen the type of people my so called superiors are. The way they run things around here? I’d rather have my kid out there on the streets than have them in this dingy ass kitchen until whatever’s left of the world’s governments decides to figure their shits out.” He turned back to use, face determined for a moment before softening into a look of sad resignation.
“Look, whatever it is you and your people are planning, me and mine are in. Just say the word and we got your back, there’s more of us than them. In the end you can’t lose.”
chapter warnings: smut, Unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, mentions of asthma symptoms, Jungkook being petty the whole time, Some fluff if you squint hard enough
Genre: Smut, Soccer AU, College AU
Pairings: Soccer Player! Jungkook X Sports Trainer! Reader
Word Count: 2k
Other BTS members all make a cameo as well because I’m an OT7 Trash!
You work as a sports trainer, providing basic first aid and injury management for the Hanguk University’s soccer team. Going with your mundane life of caring for the dozen of guys hurting themselves in the soccer game takes a turn when one of the guys catches your eyes. It’s not his breathtakingly good looks or his muscular athletic body usually seducing girls at the campus that catches your eyes. But the action plan in your kit, indicating he is diagnosed with Asthma is what draws your eyes time and time again to the Golden Boy of Hanguk University.
Warning: Slow burn, eventual smut, Taehyung being a freaking tease the whole time, Also Jimin not letting the female MC live for one day, Fuckboy!Jungkook, Asthmatic! Jungkook , mentions of episodes of Asthma, Take your Ventolin kids, Take your medications kids!
Your hands reach for the door, hesitating on the air before finally coming to a strong knock. You feel the thumbing of your heart against your chest, waiting for the door to open. The silence of the night reminds you that the guy may be sleeping and rocking up to his door may not have been the best choice. You’re almost turning around to leave when you hear the footsteps and the guy’s muffled voice across the door.
“KIM TAEHYUNG, how many times should I tell you take your key with you-” he yells across the wooden surface, but his voice immediately silences when he finally open the door and he sees you waiting behind it “Y/N!” he calls with a lost tone
“Hey,” you flash a forced smile, waving awkwardly “It’s me!” you watch the guy in his oversized shirt, hair damp and the droplets of moister running down the side of his neck indicating he just came out of the shower
“What are you doing here?” he furrows his eyebrows, stepping forward to look behind you as if he’s looking for someone else “Where is Tae?”
“He’s still at the party,” you explain, arm wrapping around yourself soothingly “I burrowed his car,” you continue before peeking behind him “Can I come in?”
“O-Oh sure,” he nods immediately shifting away from the entrance and letting you in and you can’t help to breath in the musk scent of his body mist which already causes a turmoil in your heart
“Tae said you weren’t feeling well,” you explain as you enter the house, watching as he closes the door behind you “I got a bit worried, especially because of what happened after game.”
“Yeah,” he nods, walking ahead of you as if he’s running away from meeting you gaze “I wasn’t feeling too well.”
You follow the guy to his room, watching him search in his cupboard for his inhaler. He spares a look at you, and you chuckle quietly as you watch him immediately reach for the spacer as if he reads your mind before assembling the device.
He sits down on the bed and tilts his head back, exposing his precipitating neck even more as he presses the device against his lips and takes a deep breath in as he presses the canister. You silently count to ten, watching him closely before his finally distances the device and shoves it back in the nightstand draw.
“Thanks for coming,” he murmurs, eyes still fixed on the carpet and avoiding yours “Its nice knowing you still care.”
“I thought you said I was nosy!” you state with a mocking tone
“I know,” he nods with a flustered tone “It’s just that it’s driving me crazy,” he shakes his head, eyes still glued to the floor “The way you just ignore me when you see me,” he shuts his eyes as he adds “the way you just walk off to someone else’s arms like we’ve had nothing.”
“Someone else?” you repeat in a confused tone
“Park Jimin,” the name rolls off his tongue and you can clearly hear the disdain in his tone “It drives me mad whenever I see you with him.” He confesses, following with a sigh
“Well, it’s not like we’re dating,” you explain nonchalantly “Just like you have the freedom to fuck Yeri, I have the freedom to fuck Jimi- “
“F-Fine,” Jungkook interrupts, bringing his dark eyes to you and you can clearly see the rage in his doe eyes “I hear you,” he sighs “You’re free to fuck anyone, but I just hoped-” he hesitates before standing up and walking closer to you “I just hoped that’s me.”
“J-Jeon,” you look at the guy as he closes the gap between you and cages you against his wall “We talked about this- “
“I’ll show you I’m better than him,” he says, in a frustrated tone “Just give me a chance.”
“Jeon, this is not a competition,” you sigh, arms moving up to hold against his chest “Also you were just about to sleep with Yeri-“
“I didn’t sleep with her,” he interrupts, looking at you with a genuine “I don’t want her,” he says with hooded eyes “I want you.”
“Jungkook-“
“I only want you,” he inches closer, warm breath hitting your lips “I want you so bad it hurts,” he says, voice trembling in need “The way you look at me when you’re worried,” he gulps as if he’s reliving his memories “The way you know everything about my body,” his eyes shift between your eyes and your lips “the way you check my breathing every time,” he sighs as he lowers his head, as if he’s refraining himself from the action that may follow “It just drives me crazy.”
Your eyes widen as the words start to settle in your mind, your already shaken thoughts trembling further as you hear each word echoe in the silence of his room. You stare back at the guy, arms hanging by your side but tickling to pull the guy closer.
“Joon will kill me for this,” you state after a long pause and watch as the guy mouths a quiet what as you reach for his hair, pulling him by the strands closer to press your lips on him.
The guy hesitates for only a second before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close to him. He moves his lips on yours in a paced manner, exploring every corner of your lips as he presses your body to his.
You gasp as you feel the guy lift you off the floor, letting him entrance as he darts his tongue between your lips and walk back towards his bed. Your arms unconsciously hold firmly on his shoulders, the muscles tensing under your touch as he twirls you around before placing you on his bed and hovering over you.
His hand reach down to the hem of your top, rolling it over your chest and up to your neck smoothly before breaking the kiss to shift it off and around your neck. Your hands immediately shift down to his oversized black shirt and copy his action leaving the guy’s chest bare and giving you a good view to his tones abs.
“Like what you see?” He smirks as he catches your eyes in awe of his perfect body, chuckling as you avert your gaze immediately, cheeks flushing
“I’m glad I just worked out,” the guy states as he grabs your hand and rests it on your abdomen, right above his south where he knows you’ve been avoiding looking at “I’m all yours babe,” he murmurs in a deep tone “All of me.”
You jolt as he leans down and presses his lips against your jaw, toying with the soft flesh of and working his way down to your neck to find your sweet spot. You moan as he carves his mark on your neck, sucking and abusing the wounded flesh with his tongue, leaving you a moaning mess under him.
A loud moan slips through your lips as he presses his clothed bulge on your centre, while his lips shift dangerously closer to your breasts. His hands then drift around your back to unclip your bra and release your mounds from the restraint of the cloth.
“Oh God!” you gasp he circles your hard nipples in his warm mouth, while one of his hands massage your other breast as you felt the drips of arousal soaking your panties.
He groans as he feels your wetness through the soft fabric of your jeans, his cock warm and hard, ready to be release from the cage of his sweats.
“Kook I need you,” you demand, pulling the guy’s head from your chest and looking straight into his eyes “Now!”
“Fuck,” he sighs and you can tell your words affected him by the way his cock jerks in his pants against your clothed core “I thought you’d never ask.” He says in a rushed tone before proceeding to peel your jeans off your thighs and throwing them somewhere in his room.
You cant help but notice how his grey sweats tent up as he stares down at your arousal, his eyes dark and hooded as his palm automatically reaches down to toy with your pussy.
“Holy shit,” you moan and writh under his touch as his palm heel circles against your panties right on your clit, feeling the electric jitters all over your body as you continue to soak the fabric “K-Kook, Please.”
“Do you like that?” He smirks, finding your reaction amusing as he continues to tease your clothed pussy, and you buck your hip against his palm to create more friction
“S-Shit,” you sigh, feeling your high approaching “I’m not gonna last long-“
“Go on babe,” he smirks mischievously as he speeds his hand up, reaching up with his other hand to pinch and circle your nipples “Cum for me.”
“God, Oh My God,” you moan as you arch your back, feeling the rush of orgasm nearing as the static tingles all over your body “HOLY FUCK!” you cry, shutting your eyes closed and shaking under his touch as you finally reach your high.
He continues to toy your clit with his hand, riding your orgasm out as you continue to wither and shake from the aftershocks of what just happened, body feeling limp and lethargic as he rides you to overstimulation.
“K-Kook, Please-“ you reach for his hand, parting your lids and eyes teary “It hurts.”
“Does it now?” he asks in a naughty tone and he ceases his movement, before peeling your soaked panties off your pussy, “now you know how I felt when you left with Park Jimin!”
“You’re so petty!” you retort with a scoff , pushing your thighs together to hide your soaked centre
“You don’t even know, baby” he smirks, and you watch as he rolls his sweats off his legs showing off his massive and muscular thighs along with his tented boxers hugging around his cock “I’ll be even pettier when I fuck you harder and better than Park Jimin.”
“W-What-“ you look back at him with a confused look but the guy is too quick, rolling his boxers off and hovering back over you to position himself against your now exposed pussy “Jungkook I cant-FUCK!” you gasp and arch your back as he enters you, not truly realizing how big the guy is before you look down and realize he’s only half way in
“We had the appetizer,” he explains as he bucks his head forward and cautiously, monitoring your reaction as every inch sinks deeper inside you “Now its time for main course isn’t it?”
“K-Kook I just came,” you argue in a breathy sound, your trembling voice and your ridiculously soaked pussy engulfing every inch of him proving otherwise “I don’t think I can-“
“Maybe not with Park Jimin,” he smirks, leaning closer to place a quick peck on your lips as he pushes one last time and fills you up to the brim “But its different with me!” he states and starts to thrust in and out of you in a slow but consistent manner
“Fuck,” you moan as you feel his girth sliding in and out of you, hitting every deep spot you need him to
“You know how much I waited,” Jungkook groans against your skin, bottoming out in you as your tight walls hug around his throbbing cock “How much I wanted to be inside you,” he continues the sinful words against the skin of your neck “I wanted to feel you.”
“P-Please,” you stutter, hip bucking up to meet his pace and create more contact with his “M-More, Please!” you beg and the guy immediately knows what to do, his skilled hips swirling around and quickening his pace
“SHIT,” you wince as every thrust of his cock meets the sweet spot of your cervix, “holy shit,” you groan, chest rising and back arching with each push of his hip bone against your clit
“You like that don’t you?” He smirks, slowing his pace again, swirling his hip bone against your clit purposefully “Look at you all fucked out for me,” he sighs as he watches your lose control as he toys with your clit “You’re gonna cum all over my cock don you?”
“Y-Yes,” you moan, leg curling around his waist to pull him closer “Holy shit, I’m gonna cum again Kook!”
“See?” his breathy chuckles vibrates against your skin as he quickens his pace “I told you I can make you cum again,” he presses his arms against the bed, caging your body with his arms and continues to hit every sweet spot inside your walls with his purposefully quick thrusts “told you I’ll make you cum better than Park Jimin!”
“Shit Shit,” you wince as you feel your orgasm building up again, your pussy clenching hard around the guy, making his hip stutter against yours “I’m not gonna last long-“
“Fuck,” he groans, pressing his palm on the bed and beside your body “Cum for me babe,” he orders, picking up his pace “Make a mess around my cock babe.”
“Oh Fuck,” you sigh, head rolling back and vision blurry as you feel yourself right around the edge “There, There,” you say in a pleading tone “HOLY SHIT!” you body writhes as the waves of pleasure hits you more quickly than you expect and you only make sense of it as you feel Jungkook’s thumb circling on your clit to throw your right off the edge “K-KOOK FUCK!” You gasp, body shaking and writhing under his touch as he rides your orgasm.’
This time however, he is nice enough to cease his thumb toying with your clit but continue to thrust in and out slowly as he watches you come down from your second high.
“Wait for me babe,” he groans in a breathy tone, his hips stuttering “Just a bit more,” he whines in a pleading tone and you continue to watch the guy’s orgasmic fac. But his show doesn’t last long as he finally cums in your with a few more thrusts.
“God,” you press your forearm against your eyes, feeling his weight pushing your fatigued body against the mattress as his hip comes to cease against your pussy “You’ll be the death of me Jeon!”
“Its Kook, Darling!” he reminds in a warning tone before he finally pulls out of you in a quick motion and you immediately uncover your eyes to question him.
“What are you doi-“ you start but watch as the guy immediately reach for the draw beside his bed and grab the inhaler to press against his lip and press the canister to deliver the medication in his lungs “Oh!” you sigh, looking at him with concerned eyes as he throws himself by your side, head tilting back to take in the medication
“Are you okay?” you immediately scoot closer to him
“Now there there,” he chuckles as he pushes the device back in the draw and rushes back to push his heavy weight over you “You’re not gonna make me go for third round with those worried eyes again, will you!”
“What happened?” is all you can force out, all the glory and static of your orgasm shifting off and your sanity settling back in as you start counting his breath “You’re breathing quickly.”
“Well would you believe me if I say,” he starts, biting the corner of his lips as he stares into your eyes, tucking the lock of your hair falling on your face behind your ear as he murmurs “you take my breath away baby!”
His grin widens as he watches your eyes curling into a smile and you push the guy’s chest as you feel yourself cringing “THAT’S SO FUCKING CHEESY!” you groan as you scramble to cover yourself with his soft blanket
“That’s better,” he chuckles as he helps your cover your body with his blanket, locking your body against his with a leg wrapping around your body “That’s more like the girl I know!”
“Whatever,” you murmur, settling against his chest “Wake me up in 15 minutes,” you suggest “I’ll go before Taehyung comes home.”
“You can stay over tonight,” Jungkook suggest, and you immediately furrow your brows at his proposition “And we can get some breakfast tomorrow.”
You wince at the thoughts, the thoughts that you’re probably another girl he boned in his bed and probably will go through his fuckboy rituals like everyone else. He probably offers everyone a complimentary breakfast as an aftercare just to make sure everyone come back for more of his fuckboy antiques.
“Thanks Jeon but its fine,” you offer a genuine smile as you stare at him “You’ve already done enough to return the favor,” you explain “you don’t owe me anything!”
“But-“ he parts his lips to argue but you quickly shift around, facing away from him
“Hush,” you respond, gulping the lump in your throat “Wake me up in 15’!” you order before shutting you teary eyes together and falling asleep.
Pairings: Soccer Player! Jungkook X Sports Trainer! Reader
Word Count: 2k
Other BTS members all make a cameo as well because I’m an OT7 Trash!
You work as a sports trainer, providing basic first aid and injury management for the Hanguk University’s soccer team. Going with your mundane life of caring for the dozen of guys hurting themselves in the soccer game takes a turn when one of the guys catches your eyes. It’s not his breathtakingly good looks or his muscular athletic body usually seducing girls at the campus that catches your eyes. But the action plan in your kit, indicating he is diagnosed with Asthma is what draws your eyes time and time again to the Golden Boy of Hanguk University.
Warning: Slow burn, eventual smut, Taehyung being a freaking tease the whole time, Also Jimin not letting the female MC live for one day, Fuckboy!Jungkook, Asthmatic! Jungkook , mentions of episodes of Asthma, Take your Ventolin kids, Take your medications kids!
Pairings: Soccer Player! Jungkook X Sports Trainer! Reader
Word Count: 2k
Other BTS members all make a cameo as well because I’m an OT7 Trash!
You work as a sports trainer, providing basic first aid and injury management for the Hanguk University’s soccer team. Going with your mundane life of caring for the dozen of guys hurting themselves in the soccer game takes a turn when one of the guys catches your eyes. It’s not his breathtakingly good looks or his muscular athletic body usually seducing girls at the campus that catches your eyes. But the action plan in your kit, indicating he is diagnosed with Asthma is what draws your eyes time and time again to the Golden Boy of Hanguk University.
Warning: Slow burn, eventual smut, Taehyung being a freaking tease the whole time, Also Jimin not letting the female MC live for one day, Fuckboy!Jungkook, Asthmatic! Jungkook , mentions of episodes of Asthma, Take your Ventolin kids, Take your medications kids!
“Congrats,” you hold your arms out for your best friend, who’s standing in a corner with his teammates “You did it, Jimin told me you scored 2 goals this time.”
“Of course, I did,” Joon beams, showing up his dimples as he throws himself in your embrace “so when am I getting my breakfast?”
“Ugh of course,” you roll your eyes “How could I even think you’d forget?”
“Why would I forget,” he chuckles “The only thing I could focus on the whole game was the breakfast buffet I’ll get if I score two goals this game.”
“Joon, don’t let anyone hear this,” you sigh shaking your head in disbelief “you’re the captain of the team.”
“Oh, honey I’m not even the worst,” he laughs “Half of these guys were only playing for the hook up they’ll score tonight,” he points at his teammates, each scattered around and flirting with girls, showing off their victory from the earlier game “They’re technically like soldiers coming back from serving country, popularity is at all times high.”
“Yeah, that makes sense,” you nod, eye rolling around the room “Explains why your minion disappeared the moment we entered the place.”
“Jimin?” he asks, furrowing his eyebrows “he’ll be back soon, I told him to keep you close to him tonight.”
“Joon-“ you start but your friend quickly dismisses you
“Listen to me please,” Joon speaks up “hang around Jimin for tonight, just in case Jiwoo and I need to dip.”
“When are you guys planning to tell Hoseok?” you ask, spatting Jimin’s hand away “Because honestly I had enough of your hide and seek game.”
“Hanguk boys are here,” Joon stares right at your eyes, before motioning his head to a certain direction “your Golden boy has been eyeing you since you got here.”
Your eyes flick to where Namjoon is pointing at and immediately meet Jungkook’s gaze, he is sitting in one of the comfortable leather couches, the girl who now you know is called Yeri plastered on his lap. He’s holding a bottle of beer with one hand and holding the girl’s disproportionately small waist compared to her hips with the other, but his eyes are clearly on you.
You watch as the girl places a white cigarette stick on his lips and brings the lighter closer to him, he glances at her for a brief second before looking back at you.
“Well, he seems occupied,” you stare right into his dark eyes before looking at Joon “So I’m gonna go entertain myself if you don’t mind!” you say with a bitter tone before turning on your heels and walking off
You hear your friend calling after you but all you can think about is to get away from the scene and Jungkook who’s obviously decided to enjoy his night. You quickly walk off to the bathroom, locking yourself in the place and resting your back on the wall.
“Get yourself together,” you scold yourself as you run your fingers through your hair “He’s free to fuck anyone he wants,” you sigh trying to convince yourself “It’s not like you own him or something.”
You stare at yourself in the mirror, heart clenching as you unconsciously start to compare your appearance with the girl who you just saw with him, giving yourself a failing score in all matters.
“Fuck this,” you mutter through gritted teeth “Get out there and enjoy your night,” you murmur “he was just a hook up, that’s it.”
You twist the doorknob and step out, determined to change the night over for yourself. So, you step through the hallway, walking through masses of college kids drinking and flirting with each other.
“Angel,” you hear Jimin calling for you from the end of the hallway “Here!” he waves and you unconsciously smile at the guy’s goofy action
“Whatever,” you sigh “Just hang around Joon’s minion for tonight, it can’t be that bad-“ you’re wondering with yourself when you feel a strong hold on your arm yanking you in the opposite direction
“What the fuck-“ you turn around and feel your body pulled into one of the rooms in the hallway in a quick motion. Before you know, you’re inside the dark room with your back against the door and Hanguk’s golden boy standing dangerously close to you.
“Jeon,” you call with a lost tone, trying to make the calculations of how he showed up here when he was just in Yeri’s arms a few minutes ago “W-What-“
“Kook,” he demands, staring at you with trembling eyes “I told you to call me Kook!”
“Weren’t you busy?” you scoff, searching his expression “Is Yeri not entertaining you enough?” you ask in a venomous tone, and the bitterness in your words surprises you
“I-“ he raises an eyebrow, slightly surprised by your tone “Are you jealous?” he asks with a faint smirk
“Of course not,” you quickly avert your gaze to hide your lie “You were pretty excited to see her earlier!”
“Why didn’t you stop me?” He asks in a dark tone, ignoring your statement
“What?” you furrow your eyebrows
“You didn’t stop me from smoking,” he asks as he stares back at you “I thought you care what I do or don’t before the finals.”
You part your lips to say something but immediately shut them back together, realising the truth is something you can’t express. Of course, you cared if he smoked or not, but you also wanted to avoid approaching him while he showed off his fuckboy nature with Yeri plastered all over his thighs.
“Was it really just a college hook up for you?” he asks interrupting your thoughts “did you only care about my health until you got your college hook-up?” he scoffs as he stares at you with angry eyes
“Kook,” you call, using the name deliberately “Your girlfriend is waiting somewhere out there-“
“She’s not my girlfriend,” he corrects with an annoyed tone “answer my question!”
“It doesn’t matter what I think,” you explain with a bitter tone “you’re an adult and you can make your own decision, Kook!”
“Is it because of your friends?” he asks looking into yours for an answer “You’ve been acting so cold and dismissive since that night,” he explains in a frustrated tone “If you’re worried someone will find out, I promise I’ll keep it a secret.”
“Of course,” you spit in a bitter tone, somehow those words cutting deeper into your already fresh wound “you wouldn’t want anyone to know you’re hooking up with a girl like me, right?” you repeat his words from before
“What-“ he repeats with a lost tone “I only said that because-“ he reasons but immediately pauses as if he’s worried about his words so he starts again “If that’s what you want, I’m happy to just keep things at that,” he sighs as he looks at you with a nervous look “we can casually hook up and keep it a secret if you want.”
“It was a mistake,” you finally let out the words interrupting him, not bearing to be humiliated more “I lied,” you continue with a defeated tone “I never planned to hook up with you, not even once,” you confess “I don’t know what came to me, but that night was a definitely a big mistake, Jeon.”
You watch as his eyes grow darker and darker with each word that leaves your mouth, his cocky smirk replacing itself with furrowed eyebrows and unimpressed eyes.
“You said you want me,” he starts, voice growing deeper with each syllabus “you cam all over my fingers,” he continues as the hold on your arms grow firmer “And now you’re telling me it was all a mistake?”
“I-“you gulp, staring back at him as your cheeks flush in embarrassment “That was my instincts and not my brain,” you explain, “I don’t do casual hookups,” you add hesitating to chew your words before muttering “Specially not with guys like you.”
“Guys like me?” He smirks darkly, “You didn’t mind a guy like me when I was knuckles deep and you were begging me to cum,” he spits through clenched mouth “Fine!” he scoffs, looking away to regain his composure, his old cold and distance eyes settling back to his face as he looks back at you.
You feel your heart sinking as you suddenly realise the Jungkook you’ve come to known and wanted to believe exists is faraway from Hanguk’s golden boy and his fuckboy antiques.
“I was just trying to pay you back the favour for helping me,” he says in a haughty tone and your cheeks flush in embarrassment at the expense of his words “I hope that returned some of the favour.” He scoffs in a sarcastic tone
“It was an unforgettable experience,” you retort back with a bitter tone “once in a lifetime.” You add and glance away coldly, pushing pas the guy to leave the room and the most humiliating experience of your life.
You step out and immediately face Jimin who’s standing behind the door, looking at you with knowing eyes.
“J-Jimin,” you gulp nervously, eyes glancing around to ensure no one else from your friend groups are around
“I was looking for your Angel,” he flashes his mischievous grin “I saw you going in there and I though-OH!“ his eyes widen as Jungkook steps out of the room behind you
“Hey Park,” Jungkook greets, pressing his body against your back in a purposeful manner “What’s up?”
“I think I should ask you guys that question,” he smirks, looking between you and Jungkook “What’s up Angel?”
“N-Nothing,” you shrug, averting your gaze “We were just discussing something about the game today.”
“Game huh!” Jimin repeats, his playful smirk proving he hasn’t bought into your lies
“Why? Do you have any problems Park?” Jungkook asks in a sharp tone, “Because if you do we can have a chat about it.”
“Not really,” Jimin throws his shoulder up, and for the first time you notice Jimin is slightly bothered by the guy’s words “Joon Hyung is looking for you, Shall we go Angel?” he calls your nickname with a dark smirk
“Jungkook!” The three of you look at the source of the voice, watching Yeri approaching you “I was looking for you,” The girl states as she spares a dismissive look at you before grabbing the guy’s arm and pulling him down for a peck on his lips “Yugyeom and Tae are looking for teams for beer pong.”
You watch the interaction for a few seconds before quickly glancing away and walking away from them “Let’s go, Park!” you order, walking ahead of the guy
Jimin follows you, matching his footsteps with your quick ones “How much?”
“What?” You stop and glance at him with a confused look
“How much will you pay me to keep what I just saw a secret from Joon Hyung?” Jimin asks with a knowing smile
“We didn’t do anything-“
“NAMJOON HYUNG!” he doesn’t let you finish as he waves for your friend a few metres away “Y/N and Hanguk’s Go-Nghhh.”
You quickly cover the guy’s lips “Fine,” you whisper in a warning tone “Call you price.” You demand and uncover his lips as he flashes you a content smile
“Brunch tomorrow,” he states with a naughty grin “I’ll pick you up from your place.”
“Alright,” you nod quickly “If I know you said anything to Joon I will personally chop your dick off-“
“Ssshhh,” Jimin hushes as he reaches to tuck your hair behind your ear “Don’t talk about my cock like that,” he warns in a deep tone “You’ll regret it when I finally rail you with the same cock Angel!”
“In your dreams!” You roll your eyes, turning on your heels and walking to where your friends are standing together
“FINALLY HERE,” Joon calls in a tipsy tone and you wonder how much the guy had to drink since you were gone “I was starting to get worried you’re caught in the Golden trap.” He winks
“Give me a break, Joon.” you sigh, grabbing a bottle of beer from Jiwoo
“The only trap she’ll fall in is my trap,” Jimin wraps his arms around your torso and pulls you together
“Well I’m glad you’re here,” Joon chuckles as he points at Hoseok a few metres away “Because I need you to distract your Captain so Jiwoo and I can dip.”
“So you were worried about yourself,” you roll your eyes and Jiwoo giggles at your bitter words as you swat Jimin’s hand away
“Thank you, Y/N!” Jiwoo hugs your from behind
“Use protection!” You warn “I’m not ready to deal with the mini version of you two yet!” you say as you wave your hand without looking back and walk towards Hoseok
“Captain,” you call and the guy looks back at you with an affectionate smile, making you feel guilty for the sinful plan you have for him “Congrats!”
“Thanks, Y/N!” his grin widens, his expression shining in joy in an endearing way as he hugs you “Its all thanks to your hard work,” he giggles before adding “and your killer strapping skills.”
“Of course,” you nod with a serious tone “I’m hands down carrying this team on my shoulder, Cap!”
“Well you’re doing a great job,” Hoseok smiles in a tipsy tone “Its reassuring to have you with us, Y/N!”
“What’s with the sentiments cap?” You chuckle, ruffling the guy’s dark brown hair “Are you planning to retire or something?” you joke but your smile immediately fades as you watch the guy bite his lips
“Well I was gonna keep it a secret until the end of this season,” he murmurs, looking around cautiously “It’s a secret, I don’t want the guys to get distracted by the news.”
“Sure,” you force out the words “I mean since you’re a senior, I expected it but I guess I didn’t expect it so soon.”
“I got offered a conditional place in the nationals for next year,” he explains in a quiet tone, hesitating before his next words “Yoongi Hyung talked to them for me,” he immediately bits his lips as he mutters “Are you guys still not talking?”
“Well not really,” you force a smile at the mention of the guy “But I’m glad that bastard came to some use,” you smile “I’m really happy for your Hoseok, you deserved it.”
“Thanks,” he smiles shyly, scratching the back of his head “I’ll miss your killer massages next year.”
“Well you know where to find me if you need one!” you reply and you both laugh together
“CAPTAIN!” Taehyung shouts as he walks to you “Hey Sugar,” he waves before bringing his eyes to the older “We need someone for beer pong, do you wanna join?”
Your phone vibrates in your pocket as Taehyung is speaking and you immediately check the screen to find Namjoon’s message reading “The field is clear!” so you let out a sigh in relief, knowing your mission is successfully finished.
“I thought you guys have enough,” Hoseok speaks up “What happened?”
“We need some to pair with Yura,” Taehyung says and you immediately look up, all attention on him at the mention of her “Jeon already left?”
“What?” you ask immediately, interrupting the conversation “Where did he go?”
“Not sure,” Tae shrugs “He said he’s feeling tired from the game, I think he wasn’t feeling well.”
“Alright, I’ll join!” Hoseok nods and the two are about to leave when you hold Taehyung’s wrist
“Taehyung,” you call, looking at him with nervous eyes “Can I burrow your car?”
“My car?” he asks in a lost tone “Why?”
“I-“ you gulp, trying to come up with a reason but all you can think about is Jungkook and the fact that he’s not doing well “Can I just have it?” you sigh in a defeated tone
“Mhmm,” He smirks, looking at you with suspicious eyes before fishing for his car key and placing it on your palm “All yours sugar,” he says as he stuffs his hands in his pocket “Just tell that punk that he owes me one, Alright?”
You sigh, cheeks flushing at his words, realising he knows exactly why you need his car.
“Alright, see ya!” you mutter before turning on your heels and leaving him behind
Pairings: Soccer Player! Jungkook X Sports Trainer! Reader
Word Count: 2k
Other BTS members all make a cameo as well because I’m an OT7 Trash!
You work as a sports trainer, providing basic first aid and injury management for the Hanguk University’s soccer team. Going with your mundane life of caring for the dozen of guys hurting themselves in the soccer game takes a turn when one of the guys catches your eyes. It’s not his breathtakingly good looks or his muscular athletic body usually seducing girls at the campus that catches your eyes. But the action plan in your kit, indicating he is diagnosed with Asthma is what draws your eyes time and time again to the Golden Boy of Hanguk University.
Warning: Slow burn, eventual smut, Taehyung being a freaking tease the whole time, Also Jimin not letting the female MC live for one day, Fuckboy!Jungkook, Asthmatic! Jungkook , mentions of episodes of Asthma, Take your Ventolin kids, Take your medications kids!
Pairings: Soccer Player! Jungkook X Sports Trainer! Reader
Word Count: 2k
Other BTS members all make a cameo as well because I’m an OT7 Trash!
You work as a sports trainer, providing basic first aid and injury management for the Hanguk University’s soccer team. Going with your mundane life of caring for the dozen of guys hurting themselves in the soccer game takes a turn when one of the guys catches your eyes. It’s not his breathtakingly good looks or his muscular athletic body usually seducing girls at the campus that catches your eyes. But the action plan in your kit, indicating he is diagnosed with Asthma is what draws your eyes time and time again to the Golden Boy of Hanguk University.
Warning: Slow burn, eventual smut, Taehyung being a freaking tease the whole time, Also Jimin not letting the female MC live for one day, Fuckboy!Jungkook, Asthmatic! Jungkook , mentions of episodes of Asthma, Take your Ventolin kids, Take your medications kids!
Your eyes travel between the coach who’s screaming at the guys on the field and the big billboard showing the scores, pitying the old man’s throat which you’re sure is gonna be sore for the next few days. The finals have officially started and tonight Hanguk is up against Yonsei University’s team, to decide which team will go up against SNU later that week.
It was no surprise that SNU would go up the ladder but you were still proud when your best friend called you earlier that afternoon declaring his win against Korea University with his usual cocky tone. You couldn’t help but feel the tension as the Hanguk guys entered the field knowing their opponent has already kicked another team’s ass.
It probably explained why you’ve dealt with 3 rolled ankles, 2 suspected knee ligament injuries and 1 person being carried off on the stretcher to reach the 88th minute of the game. You sigh impatiently as your eyes continues to flick back to the guy you’ve been trying to avoid looking at the whole game.
Jungkook is running in the midfield as always, gasping for his life, sweat rolling down his neck into his chest making his shirt stick to his perfectly tones body and show them off even more. It would be a sensual image if you didn’t know about his asthma, the way his lips part as he gasps for air, the way his chest rises with each breath, but all you can focus on right now was the way his breathing kept reducing in depth and increases in rate.
You finally sigh in relief as the two remaining minutes come to an end with the familiar whistle, and you immediately grab your kit and run back to the training room, trying to gather your thoughts and your fast beating heart together.
“Pull yourself together,” you whisper to yourself as you open your kit and start to empty it on the table “The guy finger fucked you once and you’re here losing your mind over him,” you remind yourself under your breath “GET. IT. TOGETHER-“
“Y/N!” you hear the captain and immediately turn around to face him “I need help!”
“What’s up?” you ask with concern “did you hurt yourself?”
“Not me,” He shakes his head with a flustered tone, gasping for air and visibly exhausted “Jeon-“
“Fuck,” you don’t let him finish as you quickly bend down and grab the small oxygen can spray and the bag of his medication and run with him “where is he?”
“I saw him walking to the changing room on the other side,” he runs with you, forcing the words between his gasps for air “he probably doesn’t want the other guys notice.”
“Of course,” you mutter through gritted teeth “Jeon and his big stupid ego,” you state as you fasten your footsteps towards the hidden changing room on the other side of the field “He rather die than anyone knowing he’s struggling.”
You notice Hoseok’s confused look after your statement, but you decide to ignore it for now, as you know getting to the idiot who’s probably struggling on his own in the changing room is more of a priority.
“Can you call Dr Kim?” you ask Hoseok as you arrive at the room and find the guy sitting inside as you’d both expect “Tell him it’s an emergency for Jeon.”
“Sure, will be back!” he nods, as he immediately runs back to the office
You enter the changing room, finding the guy sitting on the wooden bench, elbows on his knees and gasping for air.
“Are you okay?” you ask as you quickly kneel in front of him, setting up his medication on the spacer and handing it to him
“The usual,” he states in a quiet tone, and you’re surprised that he doesn’t back for the first time in a while as you help him hold the spacer against his face “nothing out of the norm.”
“How breathless are you out of ten?” you ask quickly as you stare at him pressing the spacer against his mouth and breathing the aerosol in, he hesitates before mouthing a 5 through the device and you nod silently
“I think we’ll hold the oxygen off until Dr Kim gets here,” you explain with a soft tone, helping him hold the device as he tilts his head back for the second dose “Captain went to get him, hang in there.”
He doesn’t respond, slowly breathing the medication in before lowering his hand and the device down. Your eyes travels between his chest and your watch carefully to count his breathing rate.
“Your breathing rate is normal again,” you sigh in relief as you grab the device off his hand “how breathless are you now?” you ask staring sternly at him
He doesn’t reply to this time, only staring at you as if he’s trying to figure you out. You start to feel conscious as his eyes stay on you for a few more seconds so you shift away from him.
“W-What?” you murmur as you fiddle with his spacer
“Nothing,” he shrugs “I was just thinking its not so bad to be sick after all.”
“What?” you snap looking at the guy with a confused expression “What do you mean?”
“At least you look at me properly when I’m feeling sick,” he responds, leaning closer to look right into your eyes “Instead of avoiding me like other times.”
“Jeon,” you call in a soft tone but before you can respond his ridiculous statement the door opens and Dr Kim interrupts you.
“Jeon, are you alright?” he asks in an urgent tone as he enters and quickly kneels beside you and presses his stethoscope against the guy’s chest “Nice deep breath in for me.”
You watch Jungkook inhale and exhale “I’m fine doc,” he replies simply
“Did he take his meds?” Dr Kim asks you and Jungkook chuckles as you nod with a reassuring smile
“Wow,” he scoffs throwing his head back “You really don’t believe me Doc, Do you?”
“Of course not,” Dr Kim rolls his eyes “Did you give him oxygen?” he asks you again
“No,” you shake you head quickly “his symptom settled after two puffs,” you bite the corner of your lips as you add “I forgot my oximeter because I was in a rush so I wasn’t sure-“
“That’s fine,” Dr Kim smiles reassuringly “you’ve made the right decision,” he nods “Since the symptoms were settled, you didn’t need the oximeter anyways.”
“Yeah,” you nod with a smile “I thought I’d call you just in case.”
“Good job,” Dr Kim patted your shoulder before bringing his gaze to Jeon “be thankful you have her to take care of you, you punk,” he scoffed flicking the guy’s forehead with his stethoscope
“Ouch,” Jungkook winces “That hurts Doc!”
“Good,” Dr Kim scolds “Captain wants to see you,” he states, and you watch Jungkook’s shoulder immediately depressing at the news “That’s gonna hurt even more.”
“Doc,” Jungkook quickly hold Dr Kim’s arm and look up at him with pleaful eyes “Cant you just tell him I’m fine?”
“I’m busy,” Dr Kim spats the guy’s hand “I have to go attend to the 6 other beaten puppies in my office.”
You chuckle as you watch the young doctor ignoring Jungkook’s whining words as he leaves the two of you.
“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” Jungkook stands up, arms crossing against his chest
“Well I don’t particularly hate it,” you smirk, turning on your heels “Enjoy your scolding with the captain-“
“Thank you.”
You hear his quiet words and immediately pause and turn around “What did you say?” you ask raising an eyebrow
“Never mind, if you didn’t hear it,” he smirks as he walks past you and you don’t miss the way he limps his way, quickly finding the culprit being the ankle you failed to strap before the game.
“Well, I was gonna offer to have a look at your ankle,” you walk after him, quickly reaching him considering his limp pulls his pace back quite a bit “But nevermind!” you copy him as you start to pick your pace and walk ahead of him
“Wait-“ he walks quickly after you and yanks you to himself by your shirt before throwing a hand around shoulder and using your body to take the weight off his right ankle “If you let me use you as my human walking aid, I’ll say it again.”
“You’re already doing it Jeon,” you remind, left hand creeping behind him to hold his weight up
“Well,” he clears his throat as the two of you walk back to the main changing room “Thank you!”
“I didn’t quite hear that,” you chuckle, enjoying teasing him and his big ego “What was that?”
“THANK YOU,” he yells against your ear this time “Was that loud enough!” he asks in an annoyed tone
“Better!” you tease and try to hide your laughter from the guy as you both walk back to the locker room.
-
The next few hours go as usual like every other game, the rushes of the guys coming and going for their treatment, while you run around trying to helping everyone as soon as possible. You feel the pressure specially tonight since you’ve promised Jiwoo you’ll go to the after game party with her tonight, and you know you’ll be late if you don’t hurry.
“Jeez, It’s quite swollen!” you say as you look at Jungkook’s ankle who’s now sitting across you with his foot up the chair as usual
“No shit sherlock!” he teases, and you throw a glare at him as you search for an ice pack
“You’re slightly resembling Tae,” you state as you sit against him and press the ice on his ankle, hearing his audible wince at the cold contact “and I’m not sure how I feel about dealing another one of him.”
“Did anyone say Tae,” Taehyung snaps the door of the treatment room, entering the place with his towel hanging off his lower body “Did you call for me Sugar?”
“For fuck sake Tae, Its always wet in here,” you yell, throwing one of the towels at him “I almost slipped when I was finishing up last time,” you say through gritted teeth as you relive the memories “you’re mopping this whole place tonight!”
“Are you sure the floor was the only thing that was wet?” Tae beams with an excited tone “I mean I would mop the whole fucking field tonight if I can get YOU wet Sugar-Aahh!”
Its Jungkook’s action that interrupts the guy’s ministrations this time, the shoes he left on the floor earlier now on its merry way towards Taehyung’s face in such a quick manner, you almost miss it.
“JEON!” he cries in pain as the shoe hits the corner of his head “What the fuck?”
“Go get dressed,” Jungkook demands in a stern tone “No one wants to see your half naked body and your ridiculously large willy in the open Tae!”
“You’re just jealous of my ginormous dick which I’m gonna use to bone Suga-“ he stumbles back as Jungkook stands up and aims the bag of ice at him this time “ALRIGHT ALRIGHT EASY!” he stumbles and almost slips on his way back to the locker room
“Thank you,” you sigh, shaking your head in disbelief “How do you even live with him?”
“Not easy,” Jungkook sighs “I guess the fact that we’ve been friends since middle school helps sometimes,” he hesitates to watch you measure the tape on his ankle as he adds “Or not, I don’t even know!”
You chuckle at the guy’s statement, plastering the tape on his ankle with all your concentration.
“Did you get a scolding from Captain?” You ask, cautiously looking at the guy
“Have a guess!” he shrugs, head falling back “He said they might bench me for the first half of the game with SNU!”
“What?” your jolt in a surprised way, looking up at him “Why?”
“Because I can’t regulate my energy through the game,” he responds in an uninterested tone “They need me as the striker on the second half.”
“Right,” you nod “I guess that makes sense-“
“ANGEL!” you hear the door shutting open with a loud thud, revealing Jimin with his damp hair against the door “Oh Hi Jeon!” he waves with a devilish smile
“Hey Park,” Jungkook scoffs, tilting his head as he leans closer to you as if he’s trying to hold you to himself “Congratulations on the win!”
“Likewise,” Jimin beams in a cheerful tone “I heard you really smashed the guys from Yonsei huh!” he chuckles as he adds “I guess this is it,” he licks his lips as he continues “Us against each other again.”
“I guess it is fate,” he says, tongue poking to the corner of his cheek as he asks “what are you doing here? I assume you didn’t come all the way here to congratulate me, Park!”
“Oh, you didn’t tell him Angel?” Jimin uses the nickname with a seductive tone as he points at you “I’m taking her to the after-game party tonight!”
“Right,” he nods, eyes glancing between you and Jimin with glaring gaze “Didn’t know you’re the party type, Y/N!”
“J-Jiwoo asked me,” you stutter as you attempt to explain yourself “Are you going?” you gulp flashing him an awkward smile
“Why? you dont want me to go?” he scoffs staring right into your soul with disdain
“O-Of course not,” you refute “It’s up to you, I thought you may feel tired or something.”
“I think I’ll go,” he responds with his signature hollow eyes that you’re starting to get used to these days “Yeri said she’ll be there,” he pronounces the name in a calculated manner as he meets your curious eyes “So I should probably go!”
“Y-Yeri,” you repeat the name, remembering the owner of the name is the girl who interrupted your conversation with him the other day, along with all the half-naked Instagram photos you’ve stalked of her “Well, have fun.” You say with a sarcastic tone
“Thanks, will do!” his lips curls into a sharp smirk as he stands up and throw an unimpressed look at Jimin before turning around to leave.
Pairings: Soccer Player! Jungkook X Sports Trainer! Reader
Word Count: 2k
Other BTS members all make a cameo as well because I’m an OT7 Trash!
You work as a sports trainer, providing basic first aid and injury management for the Hanguk University’s soccer team. Going with your mundane life of caring for the dozen of guys hurting themselves in the soccer game takes a turn when one of the guys catches your eyes. It’s not his breathtakingly good looks or his muscular athletic body usually seducing girls at the campus that catches your eyes. But the action plan in your kit, indicating he is diagnosed with Asthma is what draws your eyes time and time again to the Golden Boy of Hanguk University.
Warning: Slow burn, eventual smut, Taehyung being a freaking tease the whole time, Also Jimin not letting the female MC live for one day, Fuckboy!Jungkook, Asthmatic! Jungkook , mentions of episodes of Asthma, Take your Ventolin kids, Take your medications kids!
Pairings: Soccer Player! Jungkook X Sports Trainer! Reader
Word Count: 2k
Other BTS members all make a cameo as well because I’m an OT7 Trash!
You work as a sports trainer, providing basic first aid and injury management for the Hanguk University’s soccer team. Going with your mundane life of caring for the dozen of guys hurting themselves in the soccer game takes a turn when one of the guys catches your eyes. It’s not his breathtakingly good looks or his muscular athletic body usually seducing girls at the campus that catches your eyes. But the action plan in your kit, indicating he is diagnosed with Asthma is what draws your eyes time and time again to the Golden Boy of Hanguk University.
Warning: Slow burn, eventual smut, Taehyung being a freaking tease the whole time, Also Jimin not letting the female MC live for one day, Fuckboy!Jungkook, Asthmatic! Jungkook , mentions of episodes of Asthma, Take your Ventolin kids, Take your medications kids!
You watch the young doctor flipping through the green coloured diary, occasionally flicking his eyes from the papers to his computer screen to cross check the progression with the values on the screen. You glance at the guy who’s sitting beside your silently, scrolling on his phone and you unconsciously roll your eyes at the way his thumb double taps on the picture of a half-naked girl in her gym clothes and a heart shows up on the screen.
This is the reality check you needed exactly one week after the eventful night you’ve had with the guy. This was the first time you’ve seen the guy since then and for some reason it was itching you the wrong way how unbothered he seemed about seeing you. For some reason you thought he would care slightly more about the girl he hooked up with in the soccer club’s changing room and you know the expectation is very foolish of you.
Your heart’s been a mess since that night, and you’ve only came to realise it when you saw the guy after a whole week. You’ve been longing the guy’s proximity since that day, but all your attempts to catch up with him been continuously in a vain since the guy decided to use his social events as an excuse for not having a face to face medication check with you.
He still sent you the frequent photos of his inhaler along with the dosage he took, occasionally even sending snapchats of himself taking the medication to you just to make sure you have no excuse to see him face to face.
You’ve slightly came to hate yourself for teaching him the right technique of taking his inhaler, when you watched and re-watched the videos of the guy with his head falling back, the veins on his neck exposed against the camera as he breathed in slowly, making a sinful show when taken out of context.
You couldn’t help but be reminded of the eventful night he made you cum all over his fingers in that tiny room every time you watched those videos. It sometimes left you wondering if he is secretly trying to tease you by sending you those sinful images.
But the door was shut in your face when you showed up at the final appointment with Dr Kim, excited to finally see the guy for the first time after a week, only to be greeted by his cold greeting with you. If you’re honest, you don’t even know what you expected of him.
It’s no secret, the guy is notorious for his casual hook-ups. And perhaps you were just another girl in the line of girls he provided his service to, so you’re not sure why you’re so disappointed seeing the way he’s so nonchalant with you. It’s not like you expected he treats you specially or something, right?!
“Good work guys,” your thoughts are interrupted by the young doctor’s soft voice “the diary is completed to an acceptable standard,” he explains as he closes the notebook “And guess what? Your lung function has been steadily improving.”
“Great!” you smile, pleased about perhaps the only happy ending in this situation
“So, we’re all good?” Jungkook asks with an uninterested tone “You can issue my return to sport permission, right?”
“Impatient, aren’t we?” Dr Kim chuckles, as he opens his draw and brings the piece of paper out “I prepared it in advance.”
You watch the doctor sign and stamp the piece of paper which officially ends the arrangement between your Jungkook and for some reason your heart sinks in your chest. You feel the tears welling up in your eyes, so you blink quickly.
“So, we’re done right?” you ask as you quickly stand up from your seat “I’m gonna head down, I forgot something from training the other night.”
“Sure,” Dr Kim nods, flashing you a pleased smile “Thank you.”
“Not a problem,” you flash a forced smile before quickly turning on your heels and leaving his office.
You climb down the stairs and run into your own treatment room, where you usually treat the guys after the game as the overwhelming memories of all that happened in the past couple weeks start to rush in your mind.
“Don’t cry, don’t cry,” you urge yourself, blinking rapidly to stop the tears from falling when you hear footsteps behind you
“You did it,” you force the words out, watching the guy walking down from Dr Kim’s office “Congratulations.”
“Thanks,” he responds curtly, eyes hollow and almost looking angry “You must be happy you don’t need to baby sit me anymore.”
“Of course,” you chuckle trying to ease the mood “One less thing to worry about at my job.”
“Right,” he nods, failing to take your joke as lightly as you intend it to come across “sorry for taking up too much of your time,” he scoffs in a sarcastic tone “but you know where to find me if you need a good fuck,” he scoffs as he folds the piece of paper in his hands “I’m happy to return the favor anytime.”
“Jeon,” you call softly “It’s not gonna happen again,” you hesitate as you watch his unimpressed eyes “I’m sorry- “
“For fuck’s sake,” he snaps, fist curled by his side “Stop apologizing,” he spits back “as you said It was just a college hook up and we both did it consensually.” he averts his gaze “there is no reason to have hard feelings right?”
“I-I just-“ you stop yourself from continuing the sentence, knowing you’ll be doomed if he knows how exactly you feel about that night and what happened between you “I apperciate your offer but I reassure you it wont happen again, Jeon. Thanks for offering.”
“Whatever!” he murmurs as he pushes the folded paper in his pocket when the door of the office opens and a girl peek through the door
“Jeon,” she calls, eyes glancing dismissively from you to the guy who’s standing beside you “I’m finished with my training, Tae told me I can find you here,” she explains as she opens the door and rests her perfectly sculpted body on the door behind her “can I come over tonight?”
Jungkook gulps, his eyes travelling between the girl to you, and you just flash him a bitter smile before muttering “I gotta go.” you say in a quiet tone as you quickly grab your bag and run out of the door passed the girl.
-
Its 2AM in the morning and you’re still tossing and turning in your bed, trying to fall sleep. You finally lay on your back, staring at the white ceiling as you let your mind fly free to the memories of earlier that day. For some reason, you keep flashing back to the girl who interrupted your conversation with Jungkook earlier.
Later that afternoon, you’ve found the girl on Jungkook’s Instagram, and you were not pleased at your ability to stalk her. Because watching the girl’s flawless boobs and backside on her Instagram photos only crushed your self-esteem further than you could imagine.
At some point you even started hating Jungkook, for hooking up with someone like you when he had these Instagram baddies plastered all over him. What was he thinking, sleeping with a girl who’s remotely making it to a 3 compared to the 9s and 10s he had around him.
You press your eyes shut, trying to stop the niggling thoughts of the guy, the perfectly viable thoughts of those arms wrapped around the girl’s perfect body, those sinful lips pressed against the girl’s plump ones. Why did you care if he was sleeping with another girl, you had no rights, you only hooked up with him once, why were already feeling possessive over those unnecessarily toned arms that lifted you so easily that night.
Your eyes drift open as you hear the silent vibration of your phone beside you, rolling to your side to check the notification.
“You slepin?” – 2:06AM Golden Boy
You quickly shift up on your arms, nervously opening the message and immediately regret it as you realise, your phone would be sending a seen notification to him.
“fuck,” you whisper, biting your nail as your thumb hovers over your keyboard “Focus, Y/N, focus,” you urge yourself as you try to come up with a decent response when you jump as the phone vibrates.
“Your awke!” – 2:07AM Golden Boy
you gulp staring at the message like a deer caught in headlight, heart thumping against your chest as you quickly type up the message.
“Yeah, what’s up!” you press the send button, and the message goes on its merry way with a tone which immediately is followed by the seen icon underneath it.
You stare back at your screen for a few seconds, starting to lose hope as the response takes quite a white. You finally give up, index finger about to press the button that turns the screen off so you can go back to your struggle to sleep when a message on snapchat pops up on your screen.
You furrow your brows as you press the yellow notification, and it reveals Jungkook on your screen. You quickly register that the image is moving, and he’s sent you a video, of himself more particularly. You gulp as you watch the guy breathing audibly on the screen, head falling back and sweat rolling down his neck.
“Y/N,” you jolt on your place as you hear your name coming from the video, sounding rather breathy like he was moaning it out “F-Fuck, Y/N, I need you.”
Your eyes widen as you start to finally register what’s happening, a rush of arousal shooting between your thighs as you continue to watch the guy moaning your name and confessing his desires for you.
“Y/N, I’m so fucking hard for you,” you recognise his tipsy tone, finally realising that the guy on your screen may be intoxicated “I want you so bad, it hurts Babe!” he sighs in a pleading tone as he shifts the phone in his hand and then the camera flashes from his face to his right hand which is gripping firmly around his cock.
“Fuck” you sigh, watching his big hands barely reaching around his girthy cock, clenching your thighs together to create some friction that may make up for your body’s longing for the guy
“See this?” he continues to whisper to the camera as he runs his fingers up and down his length “This is hard for you baby,” he murmurs in a husky tone, moaning and he squeezes his length between his fingers “Just for you, Y/N.”
“Oh My God,” you shut your eyes closed and pray that the video finishes sooner than later and sigh in relief as it finally stops playing and disappears.
“Tap to replay the video.” Is your phone’s invitation to indulge in the sinful image again and your thumb hovers over the words as you mull over the option.
“No,” you firmly tell yourself as you quickly turn the screen off instead and throw the phone off your bed, somewhere far enough that you can’t find it in the darkness.
You shut your eyes closed, pressing your thighs firmly together as you hug your blanket, trying your best to forget those pixels and go back to sleep as soon as you can.
-
“Look all I’m saying is if you’ve been sucking my dick since we were freshmen, you should at least remember that I hate teabagging,” Taehyung explains in his obnoxiously loud voice as you measure the tape around his knee “I don’t even understand who came up with the idea of putting someone’s testicles in their mouth.”
“Tae,” you sigh as finally cut the corners of the tape and look at the guy “You’re giving me a headache, please stop talking or I’ll have to tape your testicle to shut you up.”
“Jeeze,” he shut his lips into a thin line, genuinely feeling threatened by your warning “That time of the month huh?”
“yeah something along that lines,” you nod, not even caring that you’re sharing your PMS details with the guy “now just shut up so I can focus on my job.”
“Okay Sugar,” he beams as he leans closer “Well do you wanna just suck my dick as well so I can stop talking about this whole teabagging chaos?” his grin widens as if he came up with the smartest idea “I’m always less talkative when I get my dick sucked.”
“Tae, I’ll cut your testicles if I have to,” you growl as you press the corners of the tap on his knees to fix it on his knees “Please just shut up.”
“Yes Ma’am.” he nods and rests back and watch you as you continue fiddling with the tape
“All done,” you sigh, throwing the tape pieces in the bin “NEXT!” you yell
“Thank you Sugar,” Tae stands up before bending down to bring his head the same level as you “the offer is always valid, you know where to find me-“
“NEXT!” You yell in his face, as you bring the scissor up against his thighs with glaring eyes before bringing your attention back to
“JESUS, SUGAR” he stumbles back and covers between his thighs “It really must be that time of the month.”
“Its my turn,” you hear a familiar voice and your head snaps up as you watch Jungkook sitting across you on the chair “right?” he asks as he meets your surprised eyes
“Y-Yeah,” you nod quietly as you quickly fish for another piece of tape in your tool kit “ankle?”
“Yup,” he nods bringing his leg up to rest it on the chair beside you, and you cant help but to peek at his spread thighs which gives you a sneak peak into something you’ve been trying to forget since a few nights ago.
“S-Sure,” you gulp, as your trembling hands fiddle with the tape and you try to measure it around his ankle “How’s your ankle today?”
“Alright,” he responds simply “how are you?” he asks in response and your eyes unconsciously flick up to him again
“G-Good,” you flash a forced smile “very good.”
“Hmmm,” he hums, tilting his head to the side as he examines you “Is your phone broken?”
“What?” you furrow your brows “No, Why?” you ask in a confused tone
“Just because-“ he hesitates, eyes shifting around for a few seconds before adding “You still haven’t responded to my message,” he responds simply “I just thought maybe you broke your phone or something.”
“I-I thought-“ you part your lips, trying to form the words as you think back to that night “I thought that was a mistake.”
“A mistake?” he raises an eyebrow as he leans closer to you “What mistake?”
“I thought maybe you wanted to send it to someone else,” you reason, “So I just ignored it.”
“It wasn’t a mistake,” he responds staring into your eyes “I clearly said your name,” he reminded “It can’t be a mistake, right?”
“well,” you continue in a flustered tone “you sounded drunk.”
“Tipsy,” he corrects, tongue darting to his cheeks habitually “I had a bit of alcohol that night, but I knew what I’m doing,” he explains matter of factly “or whose name I’m calling unlike you!”
“W-What-“you furrow your eyebrows, getting increasingly confused by each statement that leaves his lips
“Since you wanted to try Hanguk’s golden dick, you should have gone all the way,” he scoffs sarcastically “We should probably fuck sometimes.”
“Jungkook,” you shift away from him, creating some space between you “I told you we’re not gonna-“
“What you had was just a teaser,” he lowers his gaze, and you wonder why he’s avoiding your eyes “Lets fuck sometimes, you wouldn’t regret it.” He says in a cocky tone
“J-Jeon,” you call again, body shivering at his nonchalant words “ I told you just because it happened once, It doesn’t mean its gonna happen again.”
“I told you to call me Kook,” he leans closer and blinks at you in an upset tone “Or is it only Kook when I make you cum?” he stares at you before whispering, “It’s only Kook when I’m your college casual hook up huh?”
Your jaw drops at his statement, lips parting to respond but nothing leaves your lips. You secretly thank Tae who interrupts the tense conversation as he calls for Jungkook
“Jeon, captain’s looking for you,” he calls as he enters the treatment room and immediately stops by the door “sorry, did I interrupt something?” he asks in a cautious tone
“No,” Jungkook responds as he stare at you with those hollow emotionless eyes again “I’m done!” he say as he stands up and kicks the chair back in the process, leaving you by yourself in the treatment room.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19
Pairings: Soccer Player! Jungkook X Sports Trainer! Reader
Word Count: 2k
Other BTS members all make a cameo as well because I’m an OT7 Trash!
You work as a sports trainer, providing basic first aid and injury management for the Hanguk University’s soccer team. Going with your mundane life of caring for the dozen of guys hurting themselves in the soccer game takes a turn when one of the guys catches your eyes. It’s not his breathtakingly good looks or his muscular athletic body usually seducing girls at the campus that catches your eyes. But the action plan in your kit, indicating he is diagnosed with Asthma is what draws your eyes time and time again to the Golden Boy of Hanguk University.
Warning: Slow burn, eventual smut, Taehyung being a freaking tease the whole time, Also Jimin not letting the female MC live for one day, Fuckboy!Jungkook, Asthmatic! Jungkook , mentions of episodes of Asthma, Take your Ventolin kids, Take your medications kids!
AN. when I said slowburn, I really delivered :) First smut after 18 chapters, youre welcome!
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19
Pairings: Soccer Player! Jungkook X Sports Trainer! Reader
Word Count: 2k
Other BTS members all make a cameo as well because I’m an OT7 Trash!
You work as a sports trainer, providing basic first aid and injury management for the Hanguk University’s soccer team. Going with your mundane life of caring for the dozen of guys hurting themselves in the soccer game takes a turn when one of the guys catches your eyes. It’s not his breathtakingly good looks or his muscular athletic body usually seducing girls at the campus that catches your eyes. But the action plan in your kit, indicating he is diagnosed with Asthma is what draws your eyes time and time again to the Golden Boy of Hanguk University.
Warning: Slow burn, eventual smut, Taehyung being a freaking tease the whole time, Also Jimin not letting the female MC live for one day, Fuckboy!Jungkook, Asthmatic! Jungkook , mentions of episodes of Asthma, Take your Ventolin kids, Take your medications kids!
AN. when I said slowburn, I really delivered :) First smut after 18 chapters, youre welcome!
You gasp as the guy, lifts you off the floor in an effortless manner, slinging your legs around him as he walks back inside the locker room. Your arms naturally grip on his muscular shoulders for balance, while your lips try to follow his lead blindly as you indulge in the feeling of his soft lips.
He separates his lips as he pushes you against the wall in one of the changing rooms, holding you up with one hand while the other closes and locks the door behind you. Your eyes widen as you start to register what’s about to happen as the guy places you back on your feet.
“I think we should do something about this first,” he states with a husky tone, hands travelling down to the hem of Jimin’s jersey as he whispers “I really don’t like this on you!” he says before pulling the jersey over your head in a quick manner, your arms automatically following his action as he disrobes you.
“That’s better,” he smirks, throwing the jersey to the side before holding your cheeks and muttering “Now I can actually focus on how beautiful you are when you scream my name.”
“J-Jeon,” you call, arms moving up to hold against his chest in a defensive manner “I-I can’t-“
“You cant?” He raises an eyebrow “Or you don’t want to?”
“I-“ you hesitate, mulling over his question for a brief second, realising the weight of his question “I can’t!” you shake your head
“But you want to?” He asks, lips only few inches away from yours “You want this?”
Your eyes stare back at his hooded eyes, judgement starting to tremble under the weight of those dark orbs staring dangerously welcoming at yours.
“You want this,” He whispers, leaning closer to press a soft kiss just under you lips, against your chin before travelling down to your neck “You want me, don’t you?”
“J-Jeon,” you sigh as he gently bites on the soft flesh of your neck, tongue moving dangerously on the abused flesh “I-I-“
“You want to feel me too, right?” he asks, voice slightly tinting with plea and desperation “Just like how I want to feel you.”
“Yes,” you finally confess, hands wrapping around the guy’s head, you moan as the guy bites yet another mark on your neck “I want you.”
You feel his smirk against his skin as he works his way down your neck, while his other hand reaches down at the hem of your jeans and fiddle with the button before releasing it. You gasp as his cold hands travel on your skin against your hip bone before shifting further and further to where you need attention the most.
His palm sits against your dripping core, middle finger smothering your wetness around “You’re so fucking wet for me,” he sighs in a trembling voice, thumb moving up to toy with your clit and smirk as you continue soaking his palm even more
“F-Fuck,” you moan, head falling back as one finger enters your walls, sliding easily inside you “Kook, please!”
“Do you like that Babe?” he asks, doe eyes shifting up to yours and meeting your glassy eyes “Do you like it when I touch you like this?”
“Y-Yes,” you nod, before shutting your eyes together firmly and withering under his touch “F-Fuck, that feels so good, Kook.”
“There you go,” he smirks as he enjoys watching you lose control, another finger joining his middle finger to scissor you further “I told you, you’d enjoy it babe.”
“Fuck Jeon,” you gasp as he adds another finger, easily finding your sweet spot as he pushes his fingers further against your core “I-I’m gonna-“
“You’re gonna cum?” he bites his lips, watching you fall apart under his touch “You wanna cum for me babe, Hmm?”
“Y-Yes,” you nod, eyes tearing in pleasure as you feel his thumb rubbing against your clit in a paced manner “I’m close, Kook.”
“Yeah?” he smirks in mischief, enjoying the way you look at him with plea “Why don’t you beg like a good girl Babe?”
“K-Kook,” you sigh in frustration, feeling his fingers slowing down and you immediately shake your head “N-No, don’t stop- “
“Beg for it,” he raises an eyebrow, challenging you “Beg for me to make you cum like a good girl, babe.”
“P-Please,” you sigh, already losing all your dignity to the immense need to reach your high “Please, I’m so close-“
“Sshhh,” he presses his forehead against yours as he continues to flick his thumb against “tell me Y/N,” he whispers through gritted teeth “You’re mine aren’t you?”
“I-“ you part your lips, brain trying to process his interrogating eyes “I’m-“ you sigh as you fail to form the words
“Hmm?” he urges, staring back at you with waiting eyes “You’re not gonna wear Jimin’s jersey again,” he states in a firm tone as he holds your neck with one hand “You’re not gonna flirt with him anymore, right?”
“K-Kook,” you moan his name, arm reaching up to hold his shoulder to keep your balance and stop yourself falling “P-Please, I’m so fucking close- “
“Tell me,” He demands again “you’re not gonna hang around him,” he states before whispering “You’re mine right?”
“Fuck,” you sigh, feeling yourself right at the edge, waiting eagerly to feel your high “Jeon, Please.”
“Tell me,” he says, jaw clenching as he stares into yours “Tell me you’re mine and I’ll give it you.”
“I’m y-yours,” you stutter, pressing your head back against the wall “P-Please-“
You cry as the guy presses his lips against yours, tongue darting out to explore your mouth as his hands pick the pace finger fucking you, while you helplessly wither and muffle your cries against his mouth.
He continues to ride your orgasm, until you’re a shaking a mess from overstimulation, and your legs are about to give way if its not for his strong arms holding you against him. His lips part from yours and he stares back at you, and you realise he looks more content than you even when you’ve had arguably the most intense orgasm of your life.
“Fuck,” you sigh, gulping nervously as you register what just happened and try to form the words “J-Jeon, I’m s-so sorry-“
“Sshhh,” he shakes his head, forehead still firmly pressed against yours “don’t call me Jeon,” he whispers, and you wonder if you’re mistaken when his cheek flushes slight as he adds “I like when you call me Kook better.”
“B-But-“ you start but immediately shut your lips together as you hear the door of the locker room opening with a loud thud and you hear your friend’s familiar voice echoing in the empty space
“Joon, you’re overreacting,” Jiwoo calls as she steps inside the empty space followed by another set of footsteps “She’s an adult, you’re being too harsh on her.
All you can think about is to make sure you don’t get caught by your two friends so you immediately press one hand against Jungkook’s lips and cover them in an attempt to silence the guy as you give him a warning look.
“Its not like I don’t know that,” Joon sighs in a frustrated tone “Its just that what happened with Yoongi Hyung still haunts me,” he explains and you hear him sit down on one of the benches
“I know what you feel,” Jiwoo explains “But just because she had a negative experience doesn’t mean she cant try-“
“Not with the golden boy,” Joon declares firmly and your eyes immediately flick to Jungkook who’s now staring down at your chest, listening carefully to the conversation happening outside “You know him , Jiwoo,” he explains “He’s a fuckboy, one of the most famous and brutal ones out there,” he continues and you can see the change of emotion on the guy’s expression “he plays with girls as a hobby.”
Jungkook’s eyes change from sad to disappointed and then tinted with slight rage all in a matter of few seconds so you ease the hand against his lips, arms falling down beside your body as you continue to listen to your friends.
“And she’s so naive,” Joon explains followed with a loud sigh “and I know she may deny it, but she’s been taking care of him hoping there can be more to it,” he hesitates before muttering “like the way she thought she can change Yoongi hyung for better.”
It’s your turn to feel the stabbing weight of your friend’s words this time, cheeks flushing in embarrassment and rage all at the same time. You gulp as you sense the guy’s eyes staring carefully at you and you must avert your eyes to ensure he doesn’t notice the way your eyes tear up at the prospect of what’s going on in your heart.
“Don’t be so sure,” Jiwoo chuckles this time “Maybe she just wants to enjoy a good fuck,” she shrugs and your mentally curse her choice of words “We’ve talked about Jungkook’s Golden dick before and she mentioned she wouldn’t mind trying him for a good fuck.”
Your eyes widen as you stare back at Jungkook, realising your friend just threw you under the bus without even knowing she’s doing that so you just flash an awkward smile to the guy. You cant help but notice how the guy’s stares grow more and more disappointed as he looks at you, as if he’s trying to get some clarification from you about the truth of your friend’s words.
“Excuse me what did I just hear?” Joon states looking back at his girlfriend “Why would you be talking about Jungkook’s dick, young lady?”
“That was way before we met,” Jiwoo chuckles awkwardly “you know how girls talk about these sort of thing-“
“Well, young lady you are in trouble,” you hear Joon standing up and walking closer to Jiwoo “We’re heading home right now and I’m gonna make sure the only girl talk you’re gonna have is about MY DICK!”
“Well before we can do that,” Jiwoo chuckles as he turns around and starts running out of the place “You gotta catch me if you can.”
You hear as the girl runs away, followed by Namjoon who’s calling her name and running outside the locker room after her. You let a sigh out of relief as the place empties out again.
“We gotta get out of this place,” you state looking at the guy who’s still standing closely against you “before someone else comes.”
“Wait-“ Jungkook holds your wrist, pinning it beside you on the wall as he stares at you with a confused look “Is that true?” he asks, tone sounding surprisingly quiet and upset
“W-What?” you ask, gulping nervously as you know he’s gonna question you about the conversation you just overheard
“I-Is that why you took care of me,” he asks, eyes hollow of any emotion as he mutters “Because you just wanted to try me for a good fuck?”
You stare at him trying to form the sentences, knowing very well that’s your Jiwoos’ observation is wrong. but at the moment you could care less about the truth of why you started to take an interest in the guy, maybe your friend was right, maybe you thought there could be more between you and him, like the way you wished you could change Yoongi. you felt the warm tears already welling up at your eyes as you caught yourself and your feelings, you were once again in this trap, falling for the fuckboy of the campus hoping your genuine feelings can be reciprocated and you could change him.
“Well I didn’t start with that intention,” you explain with a forced smile as you look at him “But since you showed interest, I thought I’ll give it a go,” you chuckle awkwardly as you tried to sound as genuine as possible “why would I reject you,” you mutter “It’s not every day you get the chance to hook up with a college athlete.”
“So this was just a college hook up,” he summarises, tone decreasing with each word as if he’s reaching an epiphany “That’s all isn’t it?” he asks, eyes looking at you patiently waiting for a response
“Y-Yeah,” you lie, gulping the lump in your throat, as your brain continues to betray your feelings “Isn’t that what you wanted too?”
“I-“he starts, eyes trembling around your face as if he’s trying to confirm if all you’re saying is the truth “Of course,” he sighs, stepping back with a forced smirk “ I told you, I wouldn’t refuse girls if they want it too.”
“S-Sure,” you nod, sounding slight bitter as you want to scream at him that he kept trying to seduce you into this, but you know better to keep your mouth shut as you’re reminding how you just came all over his fingers a few minutes ago “then, we’re good right?” you ask with a hopeful smile
“Y-Yeah, I guess,” he nods, stepping back and lowering his eyes as if he’s still trying to digest everything “we’re good.” he turns around to unlock the door when you quickly hold his arm and he looks back at you
“Jeon, can you promise me something?” you ask looking at him
“S-Sure, what is it?” he asks, looking at you with patient eyes
“Can we keep this whole thing a secret?” you ask, feeling your dignity and your shattering “I just don’t want anyone to know-“ your pause continuing the sentence in your head, I just don’t want anyone to know how much of an idiot I am to hook up with the Hanguk’s famous fuckboy, thinking he might be serious about me.
“Of course,” he scoffs, eyes turning dark and disappointed as mutters “It wouldn’t do my reputation any good either,” he adds in a venomous tone, jaw clenching as he adds “That I hooked up with a girl like you.” He says the words in a careful and calculated manner as if he knows exactly how much those words are about to pierce through you.
Your hand falls from holding him and your cheeks start to warm up just like your eyes, the stinging hurt of his words overtaking your emotions and your body language. You cant even act non-chalant anymore so you just lower you gaze, hoping he doesn’t notice the way his words affect you.
You stay silent, waiting for him to leave the room but look up at him as you realise he’s just fixed on his footsteps, and has no intention to leave. To your surprise, he looks like a beaten puppy and for some reason, you feel as though his words may have hurt him more than it hurt you.
“Wear this,” he whispers as he guides his hoodie off his torso and throw it at you “Its cold.” He says without sparing a look at you, as he bends down to pick Jimin’s jersey.
You watch as he turns on his heels and walk out, before shoving the piece of cloth with Jimin’s name in the bin and leaving the locker room. You stare blankly at the door he just leaves through before bringing your eyes to his hoodie, feeling the warm sensation of tears freely rolling down your cheek.
