Favorite sweet isn’t trying to leave my head I want more of baker jin. I don’t know why I am so stuck on this post out of all my fics this one has been on my mind since the day I wrote it.
Warning: masturbating, smut, sweet reader, unprotected sex, breeding kink, ass lover, pain and pleasure, etc (I’ll come back to this later) Jin is so fine
“Te devoró como mi cupcake favorito”
“Open” a smile slowly spread on his lip as you open your mouth he pushed the cupcake in your mouth. He looked into your eyes, you never break eye contact. He looks at you with suck desirable eyes, his eyes make you slightly nervous. You bite on the cupcake again enjoying the taste of his treat. He bites on his lip lightly as he stands up nice and tall. “mmm it’s so good” he smiled nodding. Your tongue licks your top lips licking all the frosting off. Jin couldn’t keep his eyes off your tongue, his hands tightened around the table he leaned against. But his desire to touch you got the best of him he walked ever closer to you wiping the rest of the frosting off your lips he looked into your eyes as he brought his finger to his lips licking it clean with his tongue.
Your eyes stare at his tongue as he slowly licks his fingers clean. He is driving you insane, you look at his lips slowly looking back up his face staring into his eyes. Sharing the same look he’s been giving you, those lust hungry eyes. Seokjin is not one to wait once he seeks his opportunity he takes it. He smirked lightly as he trapped you against the counter you lean against.
You look up at him with one thing on your mind and that’s having his pretty lips on yours. “Can I kiss you” you smiled nodding “kiss me jin” he smiled as he brushed his lips against yours. You place your hands on his hips pulling him closer wanting to have his body pressed against yours. You cupped his face so desperate for a kiss, you bite on his lip making him smile. He angled his head as you two slowly open your mouths to kiss when……. “Hey Seokjin they’re here for t-“ hoseok stops talking when he sees the both of you.
All you can do is pull back a bit smiling, how embarrassing. Jin smiled looking at you “I’ll be there in a second, set everything up for now” hoseok quickly nods walking away. “I’m not down with you” he cupped your face you thought he would kiss you but his lips press on your forehead. He smiled against the kiss knowing what it will do to you. “I’ll see you tomorrow beautiful” he kissed your cheek smiling before walking away. What a fucking tease.
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This is wrong right? You pull your clothes off until you’re only in your bra and underwear. You grab your vibrator before laying on your bed spreading your legs. Is wrong to masturbate to the man you desire the most. Your imagination is wild you imagine Jin lick the cream from the cupcake with his tongue letting the cream slip down his tongue, laying on you lips. “I made a mess it’s only right if I clean it up” he smirked as his head dives in between your legs. You moan as you press the vibrator on your clit imaging his tongue play with it steading the cream all over your dripping cunt.
You push a finger in you imagining it to be Jin “fuck squeezed around my fingers” his head pressed deeper in your legs needing to have your taste your arousal. He pulled his hands away quickly wrapping his hands around your legs using only his tongue and tip of his nose to give you pleasure. “FuckJ-Jin” your pussy clinched around his tongue as you imagine his eyes staring into yours licking and sucking on your juices. You imagine trying to push his head away from your throbbing pussy feeling so much pleasure you’ll cum all over his mouth. He tightened his hands around your legs stopping you from running away.
He smirked as he watched you cum undone for him as his tongue played with you pussy the way he wants making your legs shake “o~ohh yesss Jin” you press the vibrator deeper on pussy making your eyes roll to the back of your head as your legs shook dramatically making you instantly cum. You smile as you fucked yourself through your high making your legs shake, you stop to catch your breath. You kinda regret it did you really just make yourself cum just by imagining jin??
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The next day you went over the bakery like he asked. He’s been teaching you to bake wonderful treats also teaching you cute designs. “You’re doing good” he hovers behind you instantly making you nervous fucking yourself last night while thinking about him was a bad idea now you cant get him out of your fantasies. “Why did you stop you’re doing so good” see him talking like this isn’t helping too, his hand sat on your hip as his other hand lays on the table. You licked your lips focusing on the design “____ what did you do last night” you grew more nervous “u-um just ate and watched a movie why” he smirked, his pretty girl is a lair.
“What if I told you I stopped by yesterday” you try not to look to your side knowing he staring dead at you. Your cheeks can’t help but blush “o-oh why didn’t you tell me” he got closer to you until you feel his chest pressed against your back “mmm you sounded busy I didn’t want to disturb your peace” his smirk grew as you slowly looked at him you trying to say something but nothing came out “do you like thinking about me while touching yourself” his warm breath fans against your ear sending chills down your spine. He kissed you exposed neck “yes” he smiled as he bit on your neck. He pushed the cupcake away before pressing you down on the table.
He grabbed your hips as he rubbed his bulge against your ass “just thinking about last night turns me on” he bites his lip as he grinds his hard cock on your ass. Your mouth opens as his clothed throbbing cock touch and rub on your ass. “Jin” he smiled as he slapped your ass catching you off guard. “Angel would you like for me to fulfill all you fancies” his fingers slowly touch you pulsing pussy you bite your lip, he rubbed on your clothed pussy making him tighten his hold on your waist “please” he smiled as he pulled you thin shorts down taking them fully off “I’m going to fuck you so good I’ll be the only thing in your mind” he bends you over the counter pushed your shirt up your back, he bends down to kiss up your back, sending pleasure through out your body.
“Jin” you arch your back with every kiss sending chills down your back. His hands slide up your waist to your chest squeezing your breast through your bra. He kisses you neck as his hand left you breast, his finger tips brush against you stomach making you feel things. “How bad do you want me to please you” his warm breath fans against your neck as he teased you by brushing his fingers against you clothed pussy. You’re so desperate for him “please jin touch me, I want you so bad” he smiled as his fingers enter your panties his fingers slips in between your lips letting your arousal pool his finger. “all this for me” he smiled as his fantasy is play out for him.
His fantasy has always been to fuck you against a table, locking his finger in your hair using you body to thrust into his cock as you moaned his name for more. His fantasy is to fuck you so good you come back to him and him only. His fingers thrust into you with out a warning making you moan loudly as you thrust back on his finger his fingers tightened around your breast as you squeezed his fingers “love relax and enjoy my fingers in you” he kissed the back of your neck letting his kisses fill you with pleasure. You can help but receive pleasure from his warm breath leaving tingling feeling throughout your body “just like that, take my fingers” he thrusts his fingers in a slow but rough pace making you moan and gasp with every thrust. “J-Jin” he smile as a sexy moan left your lips. He couldn’t help but pick up the pace wanting you to moan his name like a chant.
“F-Fuck Jin” you grind on his fingers, pleasuring yourself with his long fingers that rub you the right way, his fingers curled in you making you legs shake “do you like that” he does it against making your breaths tremble “that feels so good jin” he added another finger making you squeeze and release his fingers. “Angel” his voice makes you melt, his fingers thrust into you making your back arch “.f~faster” he smiled. He pushed a third finger making you grab on his hand that rest on your breast “Angel you asked for this, so take my fingers” he pulled out just to push his fingers back into you “y~yess” your eyes roll to the back of your head as you grind your hips on his fingers, you’re so so close to coming all over his fingers.
His excitement grew when you bounced back on his fingers fucking yourself. His cock throb as you make a mess on his fingers. “Look at the mess you’re making” he pulled his hand away from your breast making you whine “need me to touch you” you nod “please make me cum I want to cum all over you” he played with you clit needing you to cum before he takes you on this table.
Your moans loudened as he finger fucked you to the sky “a~aahhh Jin just like that” you slowly grind your hips as your legs shake “please angel cum for me” your mouth opened as you close your hands in a tight fist as you came all over his fingers “s~shit” he rubbed your clit into overstimulation your legs and moans shake “t~to much” he stopped as you slowly focused on your breathing. He kissed your head as he stood up pulling on his belt. You laid satisfied as he pulled his pants down letting his cock out.
He pulled your drenched panties down giving him a perfect view of your ass and pussy. He spat on his hard length quickly pumping himself into pleasure letting his pre cum drip down your lips. His hands cupped your ass squeezing them how he pleases “you have such a pretty ass” he bites his lip as he lands a slap on your cheek making you yelp. He slapped your other cheek watching you ass juggle with each slap. “Jin” he smiled knowing he’s infecting some pain and pleasure. His hand lays on your ass feeling your warm cheek against his hand. He grabbed his cock slowly pushing into your tight pussy, he groans with the pleasant squeeze he received.
He pulled your hips closer to him pressing down on you back as he thrust into you “Fuck” he groans at how good your pussy is squeezing him. You moan with every thrust, he stretched you out rubbing on your walls so good. He picked up his pace letting his pleasure consume him “j-jin” his cock throbs as you moan his name. He will fuck you with care later, right now he will fuck you like there’s no tmr. He grabbed your hair locking his fingers in your hair “I’m going to make you mine tonight” he pulled on your hair using that in advantage to thrust filling into making you take everything he gives you.
“T~To fast” but he can’t stop this feels too good to stop “angel youre taking me so well” he pulled your head back making your back arch more. “Just like that, sweetheart” you clinched around him as moan left his lips “fuck you feel amazing” he wants you to squeeze and throb around his cock, sweetheart make him cum. His hand touched your clit making your moans to shake, “j-jin wait” he shakes his head.
“I can’t wait sweetheart I need to cum all in you” he smiled as he pulled up closer to him “I need to touch your pretty body” his hands go up your shirt as you grab onto the counter “I’m sorry” he pulled on your bra hearing a ripping noise. “Jin” you whine making him laugh “I’ll take you to buy new ones tomorrow” he leans down kissing you neck “I promise” now satisfied he can cup your tits as he fucked into you.
He grabbed onto your tits as he fucked into you, his fingers squeeze and rubbed on your tits giving you extra pleasure. You thrust meet his making you legs shake “j~Jin” he smirked as you throb around his length “cum for me sweetheart” your moans loudened making a echo through his empty bakery. “____” he moans your name as you cum all over him. He hugged your body as he reached his limit, fucking you sensitive pussy “j~jin” he kissed your head as he filled you up thrusting the rest of his cum In you “I know sweetheart” he stopped thrusting into you quickly hugging your body close to him.“Sweetheart you did amazing” you smiled as you lay your head against his shoulder.
Warnings: I did not proof read this at all, so sorry in advance for any errors!
Word Count:5k+
Summary: What happens when Jungkook betrays the trust of his girlfriend by sharing a highly personal detail about her life with his friends? How do you respond when the one person you trusted above anyone else does the very thing he vowed never to do – break your heart.
Being best friends with seven overgrown man-children was definitely an experience. An experience you hadn’t quite foreseen in your future when you first moved to Seoul, Korea. Nevertheless, it was an experience that you wouldn’t trade for the world. Most days, at least, you corrected yourself ruefully.
Over a year ago, you had made the biggest, most adult-like decision in your life thus far and decided to pack up all that you had, leaving behind everything and everyone that you knew in favor of starting a new journey in a completely different country. You were hesitant when you were first offered the job opportunity, but quickly realized that turning down such an opportunity would be a decision that you would always look back on with regret. And certainly, looking back now, you could definitely say that you had made the best decision of your life in moving to Seoul. Not only had it led you to the love of your life, but also to the aforementioned crazy best friends, of whom your boyfriend was actually one.
You could only describe the meeting as fate as it was truly a scene straight out of a romantic comedy. It had been your first week at your new job, you had frantically been checking the map on your phone, trying to navigate the winding hallways in order to find the room where your two o’clock meeting was being held. In your distracted state, you had failed to notice the man in front of you walk straight into the door that he had been too preoccupied to notice was closed before promptly falling to the ground, serving as the hazard that had caused your own frantic descent to the hard floor.
The man had been so sweet and apologetic, ensuring over and over again that you were unhurt. You assured him that you were just fine and not to worry, but he had insisted on making it up to you, stating that he couldn’t rest until he offered you what he claimed was the most perfect hot chocolate in the world. Before you could protest, he pulled you through the door, this time successfully opening it before attempting to walk through, and into what looked like a large recording studio area.
He quickly dragged you over to the back corner of the room that seemed to serve as the designated snack area as it was occupied by a mini-fridge, coffee maker, microwave, and toaster oven. He wasted no time in getting to work, pulling out a mug and various different ingredients and before you knew it, he was proudly presenting you with his hot chocolate creation with a large, endearing smile on his face. You had been about to protest, worried about making your meeting on time, but there was no possible way that you could refuse that face. He looked so eager and so, with a rueful smile, you gratefully accepted the warm drink and took a nice long sip, relishing in the rich, chocolatey taste.
His eyes never left your face, eyebrows raising expectantly after you pulled back.
“You were right,” you assented. “Definitely the most perfect cup of hot chocolate I’ve ever had. You have a real gift, kind sir.”
“Why thank you, m’lady,” he responded, giving you an exaggerated bow that set you off in a fit of giggles. This guy was just too adorable for his own good.
Before you could inquire any further as to his name or any other details about him, a loud flurry of noises sounded behind you as a group of boys walked into the room, laughing and joking and shoving one another. However, once they caught sight of you standing in the middle of the room with the man by your sight, their conversations quickly shut off, eyes simultaneously bouncing back and forth between you and the mystery man by your side.
“Who’s this?” One of the men asked curiously, stepping forward and glancing between the two of you with eyebrows raised.
You and the man exchanged quick glances, realizing that you had yet to formally introduce yourselves to one another.
Realizing this, you took a small step forward. “Hi. My name is Y/N. I’m new to the company. I just moved here last week and I literally ran into your friend here in the hallway,” you explained, gesturing to the man beside you, who had a faint blush covering his cheeks.
“Yeah,” the man said, sheepishly rubbing at the back of his neck. “I kind of ran into the door and took her down with me.”
The boys stared at the two of you for a moment before breaking into laughter, seemingly not even questioning the events of the story.
“Awww, such the charmer you are, Jungkookie-ah,” the man who had originally stepped forward to question your presence joked. “Only you could meet a pretty girl in such a way. This type of stuff only happens in movies.”
The man besides you, who you now supposed was named Jungkookie? blushed, ducking his head down to hide his reddening face. “Stop it, Jimin-ssi,” he pleaded, sending a rush through your heart. This man was just too cute.
Taking pity on their friend, the tallest member of the group took a step forward. “Welcome to Seoul and to BigHit, Y/N. It’s very nice to meet you. I’m Namjoon,” he introduced, reaching forward to shake your hand before the others followed suit one-by-one.
Once finished with the group standing in front of you, you turned to meet the gaze of the man at your side, who was staring at you with a sheepish smile. “Hi.” He smiled. “I didn’t get a chance to formally introduce myself earlier. I’m Jungkook.”
You grinned. “Very nice to meet you, Jungkook. Thank you very much for the hot chocolate, it was excellent,” you complimented. “But I really do have to get going. I’m running a bit late for my meeting.”
“Oh, of course!” He flushed. “I’m sorry to keep you. I really should have asked before forcing you to follow me in here.”
“No worries at all,” you reassured gently. “It was well worth it. Now I know just where to come when I’m in the mood for some delicious hot chocolate.”
Jungkook blushed again and you were really starting to believe that that was just the permanent state of his face before the mischievous one who had spoken earlier, and who you now knew was named Jimin, spoke up. “Why don’t you come back here after your meeting, Y/N. We’ll still be here. Since you’re new to the city, I’m sure you don’t know very many people. Let us show you around a little bit!”
The other boys chorused along their agreement with that offer, insisting that you allow them to take you out.
“Let us make up for our little maknae almost maiming you on your first week,” the man who had introduced himself as World Wide Handsome a.k.a. Jin interjected.
You let out a laugh. “There’s really nothing to make up for, but I’d love it if you guys showed me around a little bit. I haven’t had a chance to go exploring yet. I’d love to see your country through your own eyes.”
“Then it’s settled!” Namjoon declared, a broad grin stretching across his face. “Come back here after your meeting is done and we’ll head out!”
“Ok, sounds like a plan,” you nodded. “I’ll see you guys soon then!”
***
And that had been that. At the time you hadn’t known that they were the most famous K-Pop group in the world, which they had teased you mercilessly about. Considering you worked for the company that employed them, they had found it unbelievable that you had had no idea who they were. But all the same, they found it refreshing to talk to someone who knew nothing of their background or their fame, someone they could have a normal conversation with and just be themselves around.
The eight of you had quickly bonded, meeting together often for meals, going out after work to explore the town, or even attending game nights at their shared apartment. Your relationship with each one of them had solidified so quickly, finding your own common ground that bonded you with each member. However, there was one that stood out from the rest. Jungkook. Ever since that first meeting, there was a spark between the two of you, something that the others were quick to pick up on. They were constantly teasing the two of you and scheming for opportunities to get the two of you alone together. So, with all of their plotting, it was no surprise that you quickly found yourself growing closer and closer to Jungkook each and every day. He quickly became your closest friend and greatest confidante. Therefore, when he had finally mustered up the courage to ask you out on a date, you hadn’t wasted a second before agreeing.
It was nothing but history after that. Your date had gone fantastic and you had been together ever since. There was no one you trusted and adored more than Jungkook and vice versa. Although you had never expected to fall in love with an idol, you wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. Jungkook was your other half, complementing you perfectly. Your relationship came with its fair share of heartaches and challenges, but the two of you were a great team, solving each new trial as it came your way.
The boys welcomed you into their family with wide open arms, agreeing that you were perfect for their little golden maknae. They teased the two of you relentlessly about your relationship, but always out of love and affection for you both.
Despite the fact that you were extremely close with all of the boys, there were certain things that you only confided in with Jungkook – one of which being your relationship experience, or rather lack of. Jungkook was actually your very first boyfriend, something that you tried not to advertise too much. You weren’t ashamed of your past and your decision to prioritize other things in your life up until this point, but you recognized that to the outside world, it was a very rare and weird occurrence that usually resulted in people asking what could possibly be wrong with you if you went twenty or so years without having a significant other.
You tried not to dwell on it too much, after all you had a boyfriend now and you were very happy together. All of the waiting had absolutely been worth it. However, with your lack of experience came a certain shyness. This was all so new to you and you wanted to take things slowly, something that Jungkook absolutely understood and never once made you feel guilty or insecure about. Sex was something that was completely off the table for the moment. As you probably guessed, you were a virgin and had no plans of changing that status anytime soon. You loved Jungkook more than you could express and taking that step was definitely something you could imagine happening with him, even more frequently now as time continued to go on. However, that was still a huge decision and one you were not yet completely ready to make.
When you had finally opened up to Jungkook about that personal detail about yourself, you had been so nervous as to how he would react. You of course had had entirely nothing to worry about, though. Jungkook had been the absolute sweetest and most understanding person in the world, admiring you for sticking to your convictions and never compromising your values simply because others around you may or may not have been engaging in certain activities.
Although this was a part of your life that you accepted and something that you had had no regrets in sharing with Jungkook, it was also something that you found highly personal and didn’t want advertised, especially to your rowdy group of friends who you loved dearly, but who often did not know when a joke was being taken too far. You had asked Jungkook to keep that personal detail about yourself between the two of you and he had been quick to agree, pressing a sweet kiss to your mouth and promising that your secrets were always safe with him. You had had no reason to doubt him, believing wholeheartedly that he was 100% genuine and would never go back on his word to you. However, that unfortunately all changed one night as the eight of you were all hanging out together as was usual on a Friday evening.
While you and Jungkook were frequently in your own little couple’s world, you never forgot to make time for your best friends as well, not forgetting that if it hadn’t been for them and their incessant meddling, you and Jungkook might never have gotten together. That was why it had almost become ritual for the eight of you to gather together after a long week of work and relax, choosing to watch movies, play games, or simply just eat your weight in junk food.
And this night was no different. You were all gathered on the luxurious couches in their apartment, buried in blankets and snuggled in together. You were pressed firmly into Jungkook’s side, arms wrapped around one another, completely at peace in each other’s presence. Every so often, Jungkook would lean down and press a soft, sweet kiss to your face, alternating between your forehead, cheek, neck, and so on.
“Eh, Y/N?” A voice asked, pulling you out of your Jungkook-bubble.
“Huh?” You questioned, having missed the conversation that had been going on around you entirely. However, you felt like you couldn’t be blamed for your lack of attention. It was all Jungkook’s fault and his perfect, distracting kisses.
“Is that accurate?” Jimin asked, a teasing smirk on his face as he gestured to the movie playing on the screen, which you honestly hadn’t even paid a bit of attention to since it had started. You truthfully weren’t even sure what movie they had chosen. When taking a vote at the beginning of the night, you hadn’t cared too much. You usually spent your movie nights exactly as you were right now, wrapped in Jungkook’s arms and completely distracted and consumed by his presence.
“What?” You asked, looking around the room at the various teasing expressions of your friends, wondering what you had missed. You looked back up at Jungkook’s face to notice that his expression was just as mystified as your own, clearly having been just as wrapped up in you as you were in him.
“Is the movie portraying with accuracy the reality of being a twenty-something year old virgin?” Jin clarified.
Behind you, you felt Jungkook tense up while you merely furrowed your brows in confusion, not yet quite understanding why they were asking you this question; however, as you heard the sharp intake of breath from Jungkook behind you, your mind began to connect the dots, reality setting in as what you had believed to be impossible was actually coming true.
“What?” You whispered, still in a state of shock, your mind trying to catch up to what was going on around you.
“The movie,” Taehyung explained. “Is it accurate? We know Hollywood tends to dramatize these things. I’d never actually met a fully grown adult virgin before to confirm; however. Well, until we met you. I have to say, I was quite surprised though. I didn’t really believe Jungkookie at first when he told us,” Taehyung continued on, clearly not realizing the massive hole that he was currently digging for his friend as you mutely listened on.
“Jungkook told you?” You questioned, still not quite believing it. There was no one that you trusted more in this world than Jungkook. You had never had a reason to doubt his sincerity or trustworthiness, which was why your brain was now having trouble believing what was clearly being spelled out in front of you by your friends and their teasing grins as well as the suspicious silence from the man in question.
Reflexively, you moved away from Jungkook’s embrace, his hands following desperately after you only for you to move further away from him on the couch, silently communicating that being touched by him was the last thing you wanted in this moment.
Namjoon, Yoongi, and Hosoek exchanged glances, quickly realizing what was going on and that this was a piece of information that you had never intended to be shared with the whole group. Quickly, they tried to communicate this to the other members, but with no luck. They were finding too much entertainment in poking fun at you while you just sat there, at a loss for words.
“Hey, that’s enough,” Namjoon finally interceded, no longer able to ignore the look of distress on your face or the utter guilt consuming Jungkook’s own.
Numbly, you finally turned to face your boyfriend, accusation clear in your eyes. He gulped in response, knowing that he was in for it, and rightfully so. However, as you continued to gaze at him, the anger that initially consumed your features was replaced by something so much worse – hurt and betrayal.
“You told them?” You questioned in a broken tone. “After you promised me you understood how personal that was for me to share? That you wouldn’t talk about it with the others?”
The laughter quickly died off as the remaining BTS members realized what was happening, guilt rapidly beginning to form in the pits of their stomachs. They hadn’t realized that this was something you weren’t comfortable with sharing. They had figured that if you had shared that information with Jungkook and he had in turn told them, that it was something you were okay with discussing. They hadn’t meant to hurt your feelings at all. But clearly, the damage had already been done.
“Jagi,” Jungkook began, but then quickly broke off, not having an acceptable answer to your question. He had screwed up, a fact which was made quite clear by the pain in your eyes. Your happiness was one of the most important things in the world to him. He couldn’t stand to see you upset, much less when he knew that he was the cause of your hurt.
“No,” you cried, cutting off whatever useless defense he had been about to muster up. “I can’t believe you, Jungkook. I trusted you. This is exactly the situation I wanted to avoid and you knew that. You expressly told me that you wouldn’t say anything to the other boys, and then what? You go right around and do exactly what you had promised not to. I can’t believe you, Jeon Jungkook.”
“Y/N … I – I,” he broke off, completely at a loss, wanting to go over and comfort you, holding you in his arms and gently wiping away the tears that were rapidly forming in your eyes. But he couldn’t do that. Not this time. Not when he was the source of said tears. This was a position he hadn’t found himself in before. You and Jungkook were amazingly compatible. In the months that you two had been dating, you had had very few conflicts and those that you did have were always solved with discussion and an exchange of opinions and feelings. He had never made you cry before and it was a feeling he never wanted to experience again.
“No,” you declared, biting your lip and trying your best to hold in the cries that were trying desperately to leave your body. “I can’t be here anymore.”
Quickly, you stood up, making your way to the doorway and wasting no time in putting your shoes on and grabbing your bag before exiting the apartment, slamming the door with a resounding bang, that clearly communicated you did not want to be followed.
Jungkook was too in shock to even process this as he stared at the doorway you had practically just raced through. The other boys were in much the same predicament, not quite knowing how to respond, not only to your hasty departure, but also to the argument they had just witnessed. As previously mentioned, you and Jungkook never really fought, not in private, and definitely not in public. They were used to you and Jungkook being in perfect sync, the ideal couple, and the perfect counterpart for one another. You completed each other so perfectly that this was a scenario in which they never imagined witnessing, much less being a part of.
“Jungkook…?” Namjoon prompted gently, feeling sorry for the youngest member and the look of despair on his face, completely at a loss with how to process and handle this situation.
“What just happened?” Jimin interrupted. “I didn’t realize that it was a big secret?”
“I hadn’t either,” Hosoek chimed in. “Not until I saw the look on her face.”
“Why’d you tell us that, Jungkook?” Jin questioned, voicing the thoughts of everyone else in the room. “It sounded like she expressly told you not to share that bit of personal information, which I can honestly understand, especially considering that we did exactly what she had been trying to avoid.”
The boys looked down, ashamed at their actions. Yes, they had genuinely believed that this was something you were fine with openly sharing and therefore joking about, but they never should have poked fun at something so personal in the first place. They each resolved in their own minds to apologize to you the next time they saw you, hoping that you weren’t too upset with them.
Taehyung moved over to Jungkook, placing a hand on his shoulder and giving him a slight shake, attempting to rouse him from his bewildered stupor. “Jungkook?”
Jungkook jerked away, coming alive at once and finally tearing his gaze away from the door that you had left through.
After taking a quick glance around the room and the various expressions of concern and guilt on his friends’ faces, he jumped up, grabbing his phone and his keys before rushing out of the room after you, vowing to make this right with you.
***
After about an hour later and having gone to a number of different locations in order to find you, yet coming up empty, Jungkook walked through the entryway of your apartment, desperately praying that he would find you here. He would go insane if he didn’t find you soon and know that you were safe.
“Y/N-ah!” He called, receiving no reply in return.
His heart sank, ready to lose it completely as endless possibilities of what could have happened to you ran through his mind. However, he was able to sink fully into that mindset of despair, he heard a faint sniffle coming from the bedroom. Hurriedly, he stood to his feet, practically sprinting into your bedroom, only to find you curled up into a tiny ball at the center of the bed, surrounded and covered in pillows and blankets. His heart lurched at the sight of you crying and in pain, but at the moment, his relief that you were okay won out over anything else.
“Y/N!” He breathed, rushing to your side and enveloping you completely in his arms, moving the blankets out of the way so he could see your face.
However, he wasn’t expecting for you to push him away. He didn’t think you had ever turned down any sort of physical contact with him. You were usually the one to initiate it, in fact, always grabbing his hand, leaning your head against his chest, snuggling into his side, and so on. You shying away from him threw him off and gave him a feeling that he never again wanted to experience.
“No,” you whined, when he hesitantly reached towards you again. “Please leave,” you begged. “I don’t want you here right now, Jungkook.”
If Jungkook’s heart hadn’t broken before your previous actions, it absolutely shattered at your words to him now.
“Baby, please, I –“he struggled to express, trying and failing to come up with the words that would get you back in his arms, right where you belonged.
“I don’t want to talk, Jungkook,” you cried. “You really hurt me. Maybe you think I’m being dramatic, but this is a really big deal to me. You knew how hard it was for me to open up to you,” you accused, finally pulling the blanket away and revealing your broken form to Jungkook, his heart sinking at the sight of your red, tear-stained cheeks. “You knew exactly how personal that was and how much I wanted it to stay between you and I,” you continued. “You promised that you wouldn’t say anything and then you immediately went back on your word. How much time did it take for you to go running off to tell them? Did you all mock me together?”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Jungkook exclaimed, shocked at where your thoughts were taking you. “Just wait a minute!”
You sniffled, jaw set stubbornly, but making no move to interrupt him surprisingly.
“We did not mock you, I would never do that,” Jungkook began, ignoring your quiet scoff of disbelief at his words. “And I know you have absolutely every right to not believe me,” he noted. “But I truly didn’t mean to break your trust. I did and I do understand how hard it was for you to open up to me and I appreciate and value that trust more than you know. I understand that I betrayed that trust that you had in me, and for that I am deeply sorry. I wish I had a good explanation, but I truly don’t. We were just hanging out one night and it kind of slipped out. I didn’t mean to tell them your private business, but once it was out, I couldn’t take it back, but I knew if I tried to convince them not to say anything that that would make them want to bring it up in front of you all the more. I was hoping that if I played it off that they would assume it was no big deal and never mention it again. Clearly, that was a very stupid plan, and I see that now. I should have been up front and honest with them and with you as well. But Y/N, baby, never doubt that I love you and that I have your back – 100%. I may mess up from time to time, in fact, I know I will,” he corrected. “But that doesn’t mean that I love you any less,” he breathed out, voice and eyes pleading with you to understand, to forgive him.
“I love you so much,” he confessed. “Don’t let my idiocy and insensitivity ruin what we have,” he begged. “I promise I won’t ever betray your trust like that again. Let me show you how much I mean it. Let me make it up to you.”
You simply stared back at him, wide-eyed, not quite expecting such a passionate apology from him.
“Say something,” he pleaded, unable to handle your silence.
“I’m not quite sure what to say,” you admitted, still a little in awe from his words.
“Then say you forgive me,” he requested, hand hesitantly inching forward to grab onto your own, taking it as a positive sign that you hadn’t pulled away from him once again.
You looked down at your intertwined hands, your heart thumping in response to his thumb gently stroking the skin along the back of your hand.
“You really didn’t mean to tell them?” You questioned in a small voice, your anger slowly melting away at both the heartfelt words and the adorable doe-eyes that were begging you for your forgiveness.
“No, baby, I didn’t,” he promised, squeezing your hand. “I would never do that to you intentionally. It was just one of those moments where I wasn’t paying attention to what I was saying and it slipped out. I knew right away that I had messed up, but I didn’t know what to do. I should have come to you right away though and confessed what had happened. We could have avoided this entire situation if I had just been honest with you.”
You nodded, unable to deny that before glancing down at your clasped hands once again. Although you were still upset with him, you couldn’t deny the sincerity in his eyes. You believed him and you believed that he understood the severity of what he had done. You knew that he loved you and would never do anything to intentionally harm you. Your relationship was something that was too precious to the both of you and although you were hurt, you knew that this would be something that you would be able to work through together. Seeing your smaller hand clutched in his larger one, you couldn’t deny that you and Jungkook just fit together. Everything was right when you were with one another.
Jungkook, having must have sensed your anger slowly melting away, prompted you softly. “Do you think you’ll be able to forgive me, jagiya?”
Without replying, you leaned forward to place your lips against his own in a gentle kiss, expressing all that you wanted to without words. And Jungkook, your other half, understood perfectly, returning the sentiment by pouring his own love and sincerity back into the kiss. The two of you continued on in your sweet embrace, allowing all of the hurt and anger to be swept away by each new kiss.
A few moments later, Jungkook gently pulled away, pressing soft kisses to your face, eliciting a sweet giggle from your lips.
Jungkook grinned in return, overjoyed and at perfect peace to be back in harmony with you – his love, his other half, his perfect partner in everything.
“I love you so much, Y/N,” he expressed, eyes gleaming and heart full. You were the only one who could make him feel like this and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
“I love you too, Kookie,” you echoed, once again leaning into him and allowing yourself to be swept away in the sweetness of his embrace, exactly where you belonged.
Summary: When Jungkook gets hurt on tour, requiring stitches and needing to sit out for a few performances, you’re there to comfort and reassure him, no matter how much he tries to push you away for trying. Mostly fluff, slight angst!
A/N: Just a little idea I had after seeing the behind-the-scenes video of when Jungkook cut his heel while on tour. I just wondered what it would be like for his girlfriend to see him in pain and how she would respond to him insisting on performing while still clearly hurt. Hope you enjoy!
Groaning, you rolled over, burying your face deeper into your pillows at the sound of the obtrusive ringtone sounding off much too early in the morning. Glancing at the alarm clock next to you, you were fully prepared to ignore the unwelcome caller after seeing what an ungodly time in the morning it was. However, your attitude quickly changed and your heart began racing after remembering that your idol boyfriend was currently on tour in Europe, often resulting in sporadic calls due to the constantly changing time zones.
Nevertheless, you had just spoken to him before heading to bed that night. He knew that you were sleeping, and as such, wouldn’t call unless something was had happened. Concern growing, you turned on the bedside lamp, heart dropping when you saw the caller ID. Jimin. You knew that your boyfriend’s fellow BTS member wouldn’t be calling, especially at this hour, unless something was very wrong.
“Hello? Jimin?” You answered warily, bracing yourself for the worst.
“Y/N,” he answered, voice tight, which did absolutely nothing to ease your anxiety. “Hi. How are you?”
“I’ll be honest, Jimin, not great,” you snorted humorlessly. “I know you wouldn’t be calling me unless something happened. What’s wrong?”
Despite the somber mood that had plagued Jimin’s mind for the last few hours since the accident, he couldn’t hold in the slight chuckle that escaped his throat. He should’ve known that you wouldn’t have been fooled by his not so successful attempt at nonchalance. You were already a very bright girl, but you were even more sharp when it came to Jungkook. The two of you had been dating for the last few years now and Jimin had never seen anything like your relationship. You and Jungkook seemed to have this unspoken understanding and were so in tune with each other, that although he mostly found it sweet, sometimes he found himself a little creeped out by just how well the two of you were able to sense such small shifts in the other’s demeanor.
“Can’t get anything past you, Y/N,” Jimin finally responded, reaching his hand up to rub the back of his neck, mulling over how best to break the news in order to cause you the least amount of worry possible. “There was something that happened,” Jimin finally admitted, quickly continuing after hearing your sharp intake of breath. “He’s going to be absolutely fine, but he is going to need a few stitches.”
“What happened?” You demanded, not yet satisfied with the amount of information you had been given.
Jimin sighed. “I’m not 100% sure myself,” he admitted. “But Jungkook had been warming up for our performance this evening and then went into the bathroom,” he began. “Somehow there was a piece of loose metal or something and he cut the back of his heel on it. He has a pretty deep cut. The doctor is on his way right now, but our team is pretty confident that the cut will require a few stitches.”
You released a breath, worry still lingering, but the feelings of panic had at least subsided. You were grateful that it was nothing serious, but now you were more worried about Jungkook’s mental state. Knowing him as well as you did, you knew that he would be blaming himself for an accident that could not have been predicted and that was in no way his fault. Additionally, you knew that if this was something that would prevent him from performing, he would be beating himself up relentlessly. That boy lived for his fans and always gave 110% for every practice, performance, interview, etc. Although that dedication and passion are two things that initially drew you to him when you first met, they were also two qualities that worried you like nothing else. He often tended to overwork himself as a result and if he didn’t perform to what he believed to be anything but his absolute best, he would tear himself to pieces. And you knew this situation would be no different.
“How is he?” You asked and Jimin immediately knew what you were referring to. Jimin was very similar to Jungkook in many ways, particularly in the impossible standards they set for themselves and their inability to slow down, even when sick or hurt. He understood, probably more than anyone, exactly what Jungkook was feeling right now and he knew that you were just as in tune to how Jungkook’s mind worked and what his priorities would be right now.
Jimin let out a breath. “He’s handling it surprisingly well, but I don’t think it’s truly sunk in yet,” Jimin admitted. “I think that he believes he’ll be able to get these stitches this afternoon and then go right out and perform like nothing happened tonight.”
You inhaled sharply, ready to scold your boyfriend for even having such a thought. Although you weren’t surprised by this information, you were upset that he would care so little for his own health and risk further damage by performing so soon after his injury.
“Don’t worry, Y/N,” Jimin comforted. “None of us are going to let him perform. Especially Jin and Namjoon. You know how protective they are of our little maknae. Besides, I think at the back of his mind, Jungkook knows he’s not going to be able to perform tonight. He just doesn’t want to admit it yet.”
“Is the doctor there yet? Can I talk to Jungkook?” You asked, grateful for the information from Jimin, but wanting to hear from your boyfriend’s own mouth how he was doing.
“Yeah, hold on, I’ll bring the phone over. They have him laying down on the table so that he’s ready. The doctor should be here any minute.”
On the other line, you could hear a door opening and the eruption of voices talking as Jimin moved to where all the excitement was no doubt happening. You supposed their team had a lot to discuss regarding the show tonight. Jungkook was such a major aspect to the team, as were all the boys. When one piece of the puzzle was missing, it threw everything off.
After a few moments, you heard Jimin’s quiet voice telling Jungkook that he had you on the phone to update you on what had happened and that you wanted to speak with him.
“Hi, jagiya,” you heard his tired voice murmur, causing tears to well in your eyes. You loved that man more than anything and you absolutely hated it whenever he was in pain. You knew that he was putting on a brave face for his members, but you could hear the fear and pain in his voice and you wanted nothing more than to be there with him to hold his hand and reassure him that you loved him and it was all going to be okay.
“Hi, Kookie,” you breathed out. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m ok,” he stated, causing you to roll your eyes, knowing that he was anything but ok right now.
“Kookie, you can tell me,” you softly urged, wanting him to be honest and express himself openly to you. “I know you, I know you aren’t fine right now.”
A slight sniffle was heard and you bit your lip, cursing your job and its reason for you not being there on tour with him to hold and comfort him. “It hurt a lot at first, but it’s not so bad now. The doctor is coming to take a look, but they think I’ll need stitches,” he explained, pausing for a moment before continuing on in a much quieter voice as he finally admitted the root of what was bothering him. “I don’t think they’ll let me go on stage tonight.”
You sighed, suspicions confirmed. Of course, he wasn’t worried about his physical health and the fact that he was bleeding from a deep cut on his foot. His main concern was disappointing his fans and not being able to perform for them tonight. Although you admired that love and dedication, as the woman who loved and adored Jungkook more than anything, you worried that he never seemed to consider his own physical well-being.
“I know, Kookie, I know,” you murmured. “But they’re only doing what’s best for you. It’s not going to help anyone if you go on stage tonight and end up tearing your wound right back open when the stitches are still so fresh. Your fans love you and they’ll understand. They’ll be a little disappointed, but I know they will overall be grateful that you’re taking care of yourself.”
He sighed, knowing that you were right, but still disappointed in himself and in this entire situation. “I know,” he admitted. “You’re right. But knowing that doesn’t make it any easier. I hate letting people down.”
You heard an eruption of angry voices in the background, disagreeing vehemently with Jungkook’s claim that he was letting anyone down. You nodded along, even though Jungkook was unable to see you, in agreement with what the other boys were saying, waiting for them to quiet down so you could voice your own opinions on the matter.
“They’re right, Jungkook,” you stated once the torrent of voices had stopped. “You’re not disappointing or letting anyone down. This is just a freak accident that no one could have anticipated. These things happen. It’s a slight set-back. I know you and I know you’re going to be beating yourself up over this, but please don’t. Take care of yourself, if not for yourself then for me. I can’t stand the thought of you hurt. I need my little bunny to be back in tip-top shape and that’s not going to happen unless you listen to everyone and slow down until your body is healed and actually ready for you to go back out and perform again,” you pleaded.
Jungkook exhaled, a different form of guilt now creeping in. He hadn’t even considered what you might be feeling. He couldn’t imagine how worried you must be - being so far from him when he was in such a vulnerable state. Jungkook didn’t even want to think what his mindset would be like if the situation was reversed and you were hurt while he was so far away from you.
“You’re right,” he stated. “I’m sorry, jagi. I’ll do my best to take it easy.”
“And to not beat yourself up too much?” You pushed, not yet fully satisfied.
He chuckled. “Yes, yes. I promise not to do that either.”
“Okay, good,” you smiled, tension finally beginning to leave your shoulders. “Do you want me to stay on the line with you while the doctor does the stitches?” You questioned.
“No, no, jagiya,” Jungkook answered. “It’s late there and you have work early in the morning. You get your rest. The boys are here to take care of me. I’ll be fine. I’ll call you later though to check back in with you.”
“You better,” you threatened, earning another small laugh from your boyfriend.
“I love you,” he shared, a smile evident in his voice.
“I love you more,” you responded.
“Impossible,” he argued.
“Possible.”
Another torrent of voices sounded on the other end of the phone and you paused to listen.
Jungkook sighed. “Ok, Y/N, the doctor is here. I’ll call you later, ok?”
“Ok,” you agreed softly, exchanging another quick round of ‘I Love You’s’ before hanging up.
Turning the light off once again and rolling back into bed, you struggled to find the peace to fall back to sleep, knowing that your boyfriend was currently in pain on the other side of the world.
Knowing you wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep anytime soon, you pulled up airline tickets on your phone, preparing to speak with your boss in the morning about the situation and hoping she would understand and give you some time off to be with Jungkook, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to concentrate anyways on any work without seeing him in person and verifying that he was indeed ok for yourself.
****
Going into work that day, you sent up a silent prayer, hoping that your boss would be gracious and understanding towards your situation. By the time you had woken up after eventually dozing off into a fitful sleep, videos had been all over Twitter of the latest BTS concert, and not surprisingly, most comments were how Jungkook had been unable to perform. It seems though that Jungkook and his stubbornness had at least half-way accomplished his goal to perform. Although he was unable to dance and run around the stage with the other members, he was indeed there – present and accounted for - but sitting in a chair that had been set up just for him. You couldn’t help but shake your head when you saw that. Of course, he had found a loophole that still allowed him to perform rather than staying back at the hotel room to rest like he probably should have done.
However, your frustration with your stubborn boyfriend didn’t last for long as you saw many of the videos focused on a crying Jungkook, visibly upset at being confined to a chair at the corner of the stage. Your heart broke to see him struggling so much, but you were grateful that he had the other members there to look after him and cheer him up. It always amazed you to see the different relationships and dynamics between the members of BTS. They truly were a family that loved and cared for one another - and this situation was no different. Considering Jungkook was the youngest of the group, the other six had always felt a certain responsibility towards him. While they would have obviously cared for any member who was hurt or not feeling their best, you had a feeling that everyone was even more affected by this incident considering it was Jungkook who had been hurt. He seemed to evoke feelings of softness and brotherly love and affection from the others, especially the older members. It was always sweet to see and definitely something that you were extra grateful for right now as you were unable to be there with him in person to help care for him.
As you stepped into the office, it seems like your prayers had been answered as your boss immediately called you into her office, inquiring worriedly as to the health of your boyfriend. It had been no secret from your friends, family, and co-workers that you were dating one of the most famous men in the world, but evidently it had been a secret that your boss was indeed one of their biggest fans. In all of your time working at the company, you had had no idea. But in this situation, it was working to your advantage.
Filled with concern for Jungkook, your boss had not batted an eye at your request for time off, claiming that she would allow however much time you needed so that you could be there for Jungkook during his recovery. She warned you to of course keep up with your assignments online and to call with any questions or concerns, but otherwise gave you a free pass to travel to Europe to be with your sweet Jungkookie.
Aside from the fact that he was injured, you were thrilled at the thought of simply being able to be in his presence once again, to be held in his arms, to touch him again after so long. He and the others had been on tour for quite a few months now with your only communication having been phone calls and Facetime conversations, most of which were hard to organize in the first place due to the differing time zones.
The distance was nothing new to you as you and Jungkook had been dating for a number of years at this point, but despite your familiarity with the distance, it never became any easier. You were devastated that Jungkook had been hurt, but were definitely not complaining of the hidden blessing it brought you in a reunion with Jungkook – who you otherwise would not have seen for another month or two.
Leaving work quickly, you headed back home to begin packing and to place a call to Jimin, letting him know the situation and allowing him to organize all of the other details over on his end.
***
Two days later, you found yourself walking out of the terminal in Heathrow airport, looking for the security guard that would be holding a sign with your name on it, just as Jimin had instructed you. Spotting the man easily, you quickly walked over, handing over your luggage when prompted, and thanking the man, as you headed out towards the car, finally one step closer to reuniting with your boyfriend.
He had had absolutely no idea that you were coming out to see him, still believing that your work schedule would not allow for it. You had purchased Wi-Fi while on the plane so that you could continue texting him, so as to not raise suspicion. He knew that you would never disappear with no communication at all for a long period of time, especially after he had just been hurt. He would know for sure that something was up if you had just vanished all of a sudden.
Only a short car ride later, you arrived at the hotel that the boys were currently staying at, your heart beginning to beat faster in anticipation. This was something that always happened to you – no matter how long you and Jungkook had been dating, whenever you were about to see him after a long period of time, or sometimes even after having been separated for just a few short hours, your stomach would fill with butterflies and your palms would sweat. You took that as a good sign; however, that you were still just as in love now as you had been when you first met all those years ago.
Jungkook had sounded a little down in his messages to you, but had tried to put on a brave face in order to keep you from worrying too much; however, as his girlfriend, you could see right through his attempts at bravery. There was only so much information you could discern from a text though, so you were excited to see him in person and to see how he was holding up for yourself.
Walking into the hotel lobby, you were soon greeted by both Jimin and Taehyung who had been anticipating your arrival.
“Y/N!” They both shouted in unison, jogging over to you and wrapping you up in a group hug.
“Hi!” You exclaimed, genuinely excited to see them as well. Although Jungkook was the reason you were here, you had missed the boys dearly and were thrilled to be reunited with them as well. Once you and Jungkook had begun dating, you had been introduced to the members of BTS. You had been more nervous to meet them than you had been to meet his actual family. But thankfully, all of your worries had been in vain. You had fit in seamlessly with the group and were welcomed with open arms into their little family. Each of the boys was like an older brother to you and they cared and looked after you as if you were their own sister as well.
“We’ve missed you, Y/N,” Taehyung expressed, grin stretched out across his face. “It’s nice to see you and I know it will make Jungkookie-ah so happy.”
“Speaking of,” you began. “How is he holding up?”
Jimin and Taehyung exchanged a brief glance before shrugging. “As well as to be expected, I guess,” Jimin related. “You know how he is. He tries to put on a brave face because he doesn’t want to worry any of us, but I know he’s having a hard time dealing with it. He won’t admit that though, of course.”
“Of course not,” you smiled ruefully.
“C’mon,” Taehyung said, grabbing hold of your arm and leading you over towards the elevators. “We’ll take you to his room.”
***
A few moments later, you found yourself standing alone in front of Jungkook’s door. Jimin and Tae had left to their own room, giving you and Jungkook all the privacy you would need. Softly, you knocked on the door, holding your breath as you clasped your hands back together. After a moment, you heard some rustling behind the door and footsteps slowly approaching before the door swung open, only to reveal the bewildered face of your boyfriend.
“Y/N?!” Jungkook exclaimed, seemingly not knowing what to do as the shock overtook his body.
“Surprise!” You grinned, not moving as you waited for the realization to sink in that you were actually here in front of him and that he wasn’t having some sort of hallucination.
“Is this real?” He questioned, still dumbfounded.
“It’s real,” you confirmed, practically bouncing on the balls of your feet as you tried to restrain yourself from tackling him to the ground in excitement.
Without wasting any more time, Jungkook quickly closed the gap between the two of you, firmly wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your neck.
“I can’t believe you’re here,” he murmured, voice breaking slightly. “How?” He asked, pulling away a few inches so he could look you in your eyes, hands coming up to caress your face.
“My boss is apparently a big BTS fan,” you chuckled, a few stray tears leaking out of the corners of your eyes as the barrage of emotions you had been feeling the last few days finally caught up with you. Jungkook wiped them away gently with his thumbs before placing a sweet kiss on each of your cheeks, causing them to heat up immediately at the action. “She was very concerned about you, said I shouldn’t even hesitate to go to you and help nurse you back to full health.”
Jungkook laughed. “I’m so glad. Remind me to give her some free backstage passes or something when we get back home.”
“Will do,” you smiled.
Neither of you wasted any more time as you simultaneously leaned toward the other, connecting your lips into a sweet kiss, pouring all of your love and adoration for one another into it. Soon enough though, Jungkook took the kiss deeper, tongue dragging across your lips, practically begging for access, which you were more than willing to grant. Tongue exploring your mouth, hands coming up to rake through your hair, you placed your own hands against his toned stomach, reveling in the feel of him against you after such a long time. After a few moments, the two of you finally broke away, gasping for the oxygen that forced the two of you to separate.
Placing a gentle kiss to your nose, Jungkook rested his forehead against your own, closing his eyes and soaking in the utter joy and contentment that he felt in this moment. Although his fellow BTS members/brothers had been there to care for him and cheer him up since his injury, nothing compared to having you back by his side. Even on the worst of days, your simple presence would brighten Jungkook’s mood and place a smile back on his face.
Realizing that the two of you were still standing in the doorway to his hotel room, Jungkook wrapped an arm around your shoulders, leading you into his room in order to avoid any wandering eyes that may begin to head over in your direction.
You were more than willing to follow after him, dragging your bags over the threshold before throwing them into the corner. Normally Jungkook would insist on carrying your bags for you, but you had shot a fierce glare his way before he could even make a move to grab them, not wanting him to exert himself any more than absolutely necessary. He returned your look with a sheepish smile and a shrug of his shoulders as if to say, ‘Sorry. Old habits.’
Rolling your eyes at him, you continued to follow him further into the room, plopping down after him onto the large sofa in the middle of the room and quickly cuddling up next to him. You were always like this when first reunited – clinging onto one another and not allowing more than a few feet of distance between you. It was as if you two had to make up for all of the lost time in the months of separation by clinging onto one another at every possible moment. You were often teased by the other members for your koala-like habits, but neither you or Jungkook minded much. It’s not like you could deny it, after all. It was completely true.
Sitting gingerly down on his lap, you both wrapped your arms as tightly as you could around the other, reveling in the closeness and intimacy that you had both desperately been craving from the moment he left on BTS’ latest world tour. When dating an idol like Jungkook, you had quickly realized that it wasn’t the big things that made a relationship, but rather the small, seemingly unimportant moments that collectively formed a beautiful tapestry that was your lives together. Although you both missed out on so many aspects of each other’s lives while he was away, the two of you did your best to keep in touch and to keep that intimacy alive. Overall, you felt like you did pretty well, but whenever you were finally reunited, you were always struck once again by the reminder that nothing could quite compare to having him physically there with you.
With that thought, you pushed your face further into his neck, inhaling that comforting and familiar scent that was distinctly Jungkook. With him, you were home. Even being so far from everything that was familiar to you, as long as you had him by your side, you had all you needed.
Beside you, Jungkook’s thoughts couldn’t help but echo your own. Although he adored being on tour and living out his dream, since meeting you and falling in love, he couldn’t deny that his priorities had shifted a bit. No matter how much he loved touring, he craved your presence more. He hated that he couldn’t be there for you like a normal boyfriend could, and despite your constant assurances that you knew what you were signing up for and that seeing him happy made you happy as well, he always worried that you would change your mind one day and realize he wasn’t worth all the trouble. However, moments like these where you were able to bask in the joy of finally being reunited, those thoughts were pushed to the back of his mind as he focused on simply being with you again.
“How long are you going to be here for?” Jungkook mumbled, lips pressed into your hair.
“My boss didn’t really give me a set time on when I needed to be back,” you explained. “I still have to complete my work, but for now, she’s allowing me to do that remotely. It seemed like as long as I was able to keep up with everything I needed to do, that she wasn’t going to be too strict on when I needed to get back.”
“Good,” Jungkook breathed out, satisfied with that answer. He was grateful you were able to come out in the first place, but definitely would have been disappointed if it would only last for a day or two. Learning that you didn’t have any immediate plans on returning home filled him with a contentment he hadn’t felt in a while. Even with his injury, and all of the uncertainty around when he would be able to perform again, you brought peace into his chaotic lifestyle, which was just one of the many reasons as to why he loved you.
“Yeah,” you murmured, cuddling further into his chest, the two of you soaking up this precious time together, not needing words to express all that you were feeling. And not long after, the two of you drifted off into a peaceful sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms and basking in the nearness of one another.
***
About an hour or so later, you and Jungkook were abruptly awoken by a banging on the door, which was promptly followed by loud shouts as the boys piled into the room you and Jungkook were currently occupying.
“Y/N-ah!” The remaining boys you had yet to see greeted you, excited to see you once again.
Blearily, you looked up, blinking the sleep out of your eyes as consciousness slowly returned to you. Beneath you, Jungkook did the same, a big yawn escaping his mouth as he sat up, pulling you along with him.
“Hi,” you responded, still trying to process all that was going on around you.
However, before you could, you were pulled up from your comfortable position on the couch and into the energetic tangling of limbs as Jin, Namjoon, Yoongi, and Hobi pulled you into a giant group hug, Jimin and V watching on with fond smiles, already having ambushed you with their own group hug upon your arrival to the hotel.
“It’s good to see you again, Y/N,” Namjoon greeted once the boys pulled back and you were able to breathe again.
“Yeah,” Jin interjected. “You should see Jungkook when you two are separated,” he announced, mirth dancing in his eyes as he shot a look at the maknae, who was already starting to blush at his hyung’s teasing. “Oh, I miss her. Oh, I’m so sad. Why, why, why!” Jin mocked in a shrill voice, causing Jungkook to cover his face in embarrassment and the rest of you to laugh at his expense.
“Oh, don’t tease him too much,” you defended, after finally recovering from your laughing fit. You lowered yourself back down on the couch, placing a quick kiss on Jungkook’s cheek before snuggling back into his side, leaning your head on his shoulder as he moved to place his arm around you.
Jin smiled at the action, happy for Jungkook and the love that he had found, especially with their crazy lifestyle. “I know, I’m just teasing,” Jin admitted. He loved to tease the two of you, but in reality, he was overjoyed that Jungkook had you and vice versa. “You two are sweet. Almost disgustingly so, but still sweet.”
“Couple goals,” Jimin chorused, nodding his head in agreement with what JIn had said.
You smiled, grateful for their support of Jungkook of course, but also of your relationship. When you and Jungkook had first begun dating, you of course had known how close he was to his fellow BTS members. He spoke of them constantly and considering that they had practically helped raise him, you knew that their opinion of you would be vital. Jungkook had assured you that everything would be find and that they would love you, but you of course hadn’t been so sure. Nevertheless, your worries had thankfully been for nothing. You had clicked almost instantly with the group of boys and had found yourself immediately welcomed into their close-knit little family. Not only did they love you for who you were, but they loved how you treated Jungkook. It was impossible to not see the effect you had on their little maknae and to see how happy and in love he was with you. He was practically on cloud nine whenever he was with you, how could they possibly ever disapprove of that?
“Thanks guys,” you grinned, leaning even closer into your boyfriend’s side as he reflexively seemed to do the same towards you.
“Did you guys just come in here to say hi or do you guys have work you need to do?” You questioned, not forgetting that although you were on what felt like a semi-vacation at the moment, they were still at work and had a lot of responsibilities, such as rehearsals, meetings, interviews, and so on. You were glad to be there, but didn’t want to hinder their work at all.
“We actually do have a meeting with our production team in a few,” Namjoon reported apologetically, not wanting to cut short your reunion with Jungkook. “We need to discuss the details of the concert tonight.”
“You mean whether or not you’ll let me perform?” Jungkook interjected.
“Yeah,” Namjoon responded, eyes flickering briefly to yours before settling back on Jungkook. “Although I don’t think there’s much to discuss. You’re still injured, nothing’s changed.”
“We’ll see,” Jungkook grumbled and you could immediately tell that this was not going to be a fun meeting. You loved your boyfriend dearly, but one of his not so endearing habits was his stubbornness. Once he got an idea in his mind, Lord help the person standing in his way. And just by the set of his jaw, you could tell that he was bound and determined to go on stage as normal tonight, no matter what anyone said. However, by the expressions of the other members, you could tell that they were not going to go down without a fight. None of them believed he was ready, no matter how much Jungkook argued otherwise. You couldn’t help but agree with them, a fact that you knew Jungkook was not going to be happy with.
Sighing, you stood up from the couch. “Alright, best to not keep them waiting then.”
“You’re coming with me, right?” Jungkook questioned, big doe eyes looking up at you, unwilling to part with you again so soon after reuniting.
“If I’m allowed to,” you admitted, not wanting to intrude on their work, but also wanting to make your opinion heard.
“Of course, you’re allowed,” Namjoon responded, the other boys nodding along in agreement. “As Jungkook’s girlfriend, we want you to have a say in this as well.”
You nodded, returning his serious gaze. You understood the unspoken meaning behind his words. As Jungkook’s girlfriend, you were probably their best hope at calming him down and convincing him that performing tonight would not be in his best interests. No matter how desperate he was to get back out there, he needed to consider his own health and allow his wound time to heal so as not to make it any worse than it already was. Jungkook had done the one show sitting down, which had been the show that was scheduled on the same day as his accident. You knew that Jungkook had agreed, albeit reluctantly, that that was the best decision so soon after his injury. But now that he had had a few days to rest, you could tell that Jungkook believed he was ready to get back out on stage, full force. Again, you admired his dedication, but couldn’t help but want to shake some sense into him. They put so much energy into each and every show. You knew that if he was allowed back up there, he would give it his all, pushing himself far beyond his limits and risking further injury. If you could trust him to take it easy and sit back, the conversation might be a little different. But knowing Jungkook and his tendency to push himself as far as he possibly could, you knew that performing full out tonight was completely out of the question.
“Alright,” Hobi interjected. “Let’s head over there then.”
***
Not much longer later, you and the boys as well as most of their production team were gathered together in a small room to discuss the situation. You were sitting in between Jungkook and Jimin on the small sofa with the rest of the boys spread out in various positions around the room. Jungkook’s knee bounced up and down restlessly, betraying his nerves. Silently, you grabbed his hand, giving it a silent squeeze of reassurance. He returned your squeeze with one of his own before shooting a grateful smile your way, once again calmed by your presence and thankful that you were here with him. You couldn’t help wonder how much longer his gratitude would last once he realized you weren’t going to support his decision to perform tonight.
Wasting no time, their manager quickly began the meeting, bringing up the need to further rearrange the choreography given that they were now one member short.
Before their manager or anyone else could continue any further, Jungkook spoke up. “My leg is fine now, I can do the show tonight,” Jungkook insisted. You closed your eyes, knowing that this was not going to be a fun conversation. As Jungkook’s girlfriend, you always wanted to support him, but in this instance, you couldn’t in good conscience support this decision to perform with an injured foot.
“Your stitches are still so fresh,” Jimin counteracted, not missing a beat, clearly anticipating this turn of events as you were sure everyone else had. “There is no way you can dance like we do without risking tearing them open.”
Murmurs of agreement filled the room and you could feel Jungkook tense beside you, not quite expecting everyone to be so against him on this matter. He knew some would argue vehemently against him performing, like Jimin for example, but he had thought at least some of you would be on his side.
You simply remained silent for now, deciding that you would offer silent support unless absolutely necessary, not wanting to insert yourself too much into their business.
“What about if I just walk around?” Jungkook questioned, quickly changing his tactics, desperate to do something other than sit confined in that dreaded chair for another performance. “At least during the title medley?”
“That is exactly when you should be sitting down,” Namjoon argued.
“You just got the stitches in two days ago,” Jin added, voice firm, leaving no room for argument. “Your wound is far too fresh. You need to rest and allow your body time to heal. That won’t happen if you’re dancing or walking around too much. If you push yourself too hard, you’ll risk injuring yourself further and being out for even a longer amount of time.”
Hobi nodded. “You have to think about the long run, JK. Yeah, it’s hard right now to miss out on shows, but if you take it easy and take care of yourself now, it will be better. It’s exactly as hyung said, if you push yourself too hard too soon, you risk a worse injury and an even longer recovery period.”
Again, a series of nods and sounds of agreement echoed throughout the room, but Jungkook still wasn’t discouraged.
“I understand that I can’t dance like I normally do, but I know I can walk around just fine. Please,” he pleaded, looking into the faces of each of his members, trying to appeal his case. “Just the title medley at least.”
“That is exactly when you should be sitting down!” Jin contended angrily, his concern for the maknae driving his insistence. “We knock into each other all the time, even without any injuries to worry about, especially during the title medley. With his luck, Namjoon will kick you directly in the wound and you’ll be right back where you started,” Jin continued, half-heartedly trying to bring some humor into the situation by poking fun at Namjoon’s clumsiness.
Jungkook seemingly had no reply to that, unable to deny the fact that in the heat of their performances, various body parts often knocked into one another on accident.
“For now,” Namjoon stated in a tone that suggested the finality of the decision made. “It’s best if you remain seated. As you heal, we can revisit this conversation, but for now it’s best if you take it easy and allow yourself time to heal.”
Everyone in the room nodded along, silently affirming their agreement with that decision.
Jungkook looked around desperately, trying to find someone on his side who would help argue his case, but coming up empty. Finally, his eyes landed on you, wordlessly pleading with you to help him.
“Jagiya,” Jungkook implored, eyes boring into your own. You were his last hope here. “You know me, you know I can do this.”
You took a glance around the room, noting the somber gazes of the team, briefly locking eyes with Namjoon. Both of you had known it would come down to this, but you had secretly hoped that the boys would be able to convince him to sit this performance out without you having to interfere.
“I do know you, Kookie,” you began slowly, knowing he wasn’t going to like what you were about to say. The boys often teased you and Jungkook that you were the perfect couple, disgustingly sweet and always in sync with one another, and those observations were mostly true. You and Jungkook rarely disagreed, usually being on the same page. So, this situation was a rare one for your relationship. It wasn’t often you downright disagreed with one another and you were nervous as to how Jungkook would respond to you taking his hyung’s side rather than his own, especially on a matter that was so important to him.
“And that’s exactly why I can’t support you going out on stage tonight like normal,” you continued pleadingly, hoping to get him to see your point of view and understand your concern for his health. “You push yourself so hard during each show. I know that if you were allowed on stage, even to just walk around, that you would push yourself beyond your limits and risk injuring yourself further. Like Hobi said, it’s better to take it easy now, allow your body to rest and heal as much as it needs, so that you can come back strong and ready again, rather than going back out there too soon, injuring yourself further, and then risking a much longer recovery than necessary.”
The frown on Jungkook’s face continued to deepen as you continued on with your little speech, clearly not appreciating your take on the situation. “You’re supposed to have my back, Y/N!” He snapped, posture stiff and voice hard. “You’re supposed to support me and my decisions. It’s my body. I know what I can and can’t handle. You’re supposed to trust me.”
“I … Kookie, I do trust you …” You trailed off, at a loss for words. You knew he wouldn’t be happy that you weren’t taking his side of the argument, but you didn’t quite expect this reaction either.
“Clearly not,” he muttered, shifting slightly away from you on the couch, sending a slight pang of hurt shooting through your heart.
“Don’t blame Y/N,” Jin interjected, not being able to stay quiet any longer at this turn of events. “She loves you and is doing her job as your girlfriend to look out for your best interests while you’re being too thick-headed to see sense.”
Although you appreciated Jin coming to your defense, that clearly was not the right thing to say in this situation as Jungkook immediately stood up, seemingly finished with this conversation. “Whatever,” he glowered. “I see how it is.”
Without wasting another minute, Jungkook stormed out of the room as quickly as he could with his injury. He still had a slight limp to his gait, further emphasizing the truth that he was so adamant on ignoring – that he was not yet recovered and still needed time to heal.
Once the door slammed shut at his departure, you placed your head in your hands, willing the tears that had welled up in your eyes not to fall. You hated arguing with Jungkook. It left you feeling so uneasy. It was a rare occurrence in your relationship, which only made things all the more awful when it did happen.
Jimin shifted on the couch, moving closer to you and placing a comforting arm around your shoulders. “It’s okay, Y/N-ah. He’ll come around. He knows that we’re right, he’s just being stubborn.”
You sniffled into the sleeve of your sweater. “I know, I know. I just wasn’t expecting such a strong reaction from him, that’s all. I knew he wouldn’t be happy, but I didn’t anticipate him getting quite so upset with me like that.”
“I’m sorry.” Namjoon came over to sit on the edge of the couch that you and Jimin were currently occupying, placing a hand on your shoulder and giving it a soft squeeze. “We shouldn’t have put you in that position. I know I encouraged you to come and back us up with this decision. I shouldn’t have used your relationship with Jungkook though to attempt to sway him. I’m sorry for that.”
“No, no,” you stated sincerely. “Even if you hadn’t encouraged me to voice my opinion, I would have done it anyway. He’s so stubborn and he can never admit that he actually needs to rest like a normal human being.”
Namjoon smiled at you in thanks, grateful that you held no ill will towards him.
“On the bright side, though,” Jimin interjected. “At least he stopped arguing with us.”
“For now,” you sighed, knowing that although Jungkook had seemed to concede for the moment, he would keep pushing until he was once again allowed to perform like normal.
***
About thirty minutes later, you stepped out of the room and attempted to hunt down your boyfriend, figuring that you had given him enough time to calm down and that hopefully he would be in much better spirits so that the two of you could discuss the situation rationally and calmly. You hated having any sort of conflict with Jungkook and were hoping that he was feeling the same way so that you could resolve this issue as quickly as possible.
You wandered about the venue, checking empty rooms and closets after examining their dressing room first, unsurprised that he wasn’t waiting there for everyone to return. After a blow-up like that, you knew he would want to be alone to calm down.
A few moments later, you heard slight sniffles coming from the room on your right. Wasting no time, you softly opened the door, heart breaking at the sight of Jungkook sitting on the floor, head in his hands, cries shaking his body.
Rushing over to him, you immediately forgot his harsh words to you earlier, your only thought to comfort and reassure him. The only thing you hated more than seeing Jungkook upset with you was seeing him sad like this. It broke your heart to see him in so much pain.
“Kookie,” you murmured, dropping down beside him and wrapping your arms around him, bringing one hand up to tangle itself within his hair, gently rubbing and soothing his scalp like you knew he enjoyed. Instantly, he wrapped his own arms around you, burying his face in your neck, tears falling freely onto the skin there.
“I’m sorry,” he whimpered, pushing his face deeper into the crook of your neck, attempting to get as close as humanly possible to you. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean anything I said. I know that you support me and that you’re only looking out for me. I was just so disappointed about missing another show and I took it out on you, which I know wasn’t fair.”
You sighed, turning your head to press a quick kiss to his head. “I know, Kookie, I know. It’s okay. I forgive you.”
He let out a shuddering breath, relieved that you weren’t angry with him, but still feeling ashamed at the way in which he had spoken to you, and in front of his entire crew no less.
“I love you so much, Jungkook,” you explained, pulling away slightly so you could look him in the eye, needing him to understand where you were coming from. “I worry so much about you. You push yourself so hard and that’s something I admire so much about you, but it’s also something that worries me.”
Jungkook stared back at you, intently listening to what you were saying. Although this was a topic you and Jungkook had spoken briefly on once or twice before, you had never clearly expressed your concerns like this to him. Perhaps that was why he had been so shocked when you had stood against him earlier. However, you weren’t going to let that happen again. He needed to know how much his lack of self-care worried you.
“I know that you think you know your own limits, but I don’t think that you do,” you admitted hesitantly, hoping that approaching this topic wouldn’t anger him. However, he didn’t look angry, but simply surprised by your admission. You decided to continue on, taking this as a positive sign. “I see how utterly exhausted you are after each show, it seems like you push yourself almost to your breaking point. I know J-Hope has spoken to you about taking it easy, about conserving your energy, but you still don’t seem to do that. After that show in Chile where you nearly collapsed, I thought that things might change, but they haven’t seemed to. I admire your passion and dedication so much, Jungkook, but I care about you more – about your well-being. I worry that one day you’ll push yourself so hard that you’ll make yourself sick or really hurt yourself somehow.”
You let out a breath as you finished your admission, relieved to finally get that fear of yours out in the open.
“I had no idea you felt that way, jagi,” Jungkook admitted guiltily, ashamed at having caused you so much worry and anxiety without even realizing it.
He brought a hand up to your face, thumb caressing your cheek as you leaned into his touch. “I’m sorry for worrying you, Y/N. That was never my intention.”
“And I know that, Kookie,” you responded softly. “It’s just who you are, and I love that about you, but sometimes it does worry me. Especially when you’re so far away from me and I can’t watch over you and make sure you’re taking care of yourself.” You glanced down at your hands, clasped in your lap before looking back up to meet his intent gaze. “Getting that phone call from Jimin the other day was my worst nightmare. I’m thankful that it wasn’t something more serious, but I always worry that one day I’ll get a call that you’ve been seriously injured or you’re in the hospital or – or … “You trailed off, working yourself up into a panic as the endless possibilities began swimming around in your mind.
“Shh, shh,” Jungkook brought a finger up to your mouth to silence you. “That’s not going to happen, jagi, I promise,” he affirmed sincerely, eyes boring into your own in order to convey his earnestness. “I hear you. I don’t ever want to cause you unnecessary worry. I truly didn’t know that you felt that way, but I understand where you and my hyungs are coming from. It’s going to take some time for me to break those habits that I’ve established, but I’m going to really put in an effort to make those changes. You’re the love of my life, Y/N. I know I’m going to marry you one day. I want to start a family with you. It’s not just me anymore and I need to realize that. It was fine before when my actions were only affecting myself, but that’s not the case anymore. I need to realize that what I do affects you too, and I’m sorry I didn’t see that earlier,” he apologized. “I’m sorry that I made you worry so much. I promise though that things are going to change. I’m going to take better care of myself, not only for your benefit, but for my own as well. You’re right. I want to do my best for my fans, but I need to consider and prioritize my own health as well.”
You sighed in relief, a few tears slipping from your eyes, which Jungkook quickly swiped away with a gentle stroke of his thumb against your skin. “That makes me so happy, Jungkook,” you cried, throwing your arms around him and attaching yourself firmly to him.
“I love you, Y/N,” he murmured softly into your hair. “And I’m sorry again. Sorry about worrying you and sorry for how I spoke to you earlier. That wasn’t okay.”
“It’s alright,” you breathed out. “I forgive you. And I love you too. So much.”
At your words, he pulled away a few inches before slanting his lips over your own, bringing you in for a sweet kiss.
A few moments later, you broke your passionate embrace only to lean your foreheads against one another as you waited to catch your breath again. Contentment washed through you as you soaked in the intimacy and affection of this moment. You loved this man more than words could say and you were so grateful to love and to be loved by him. You knew that although Jungkook had come to see your side of the situation and had agreed to take things easy from now on that it still wouldn’t be easy for him, especially these next few shows. However, you would be at his side every step of the way, ready to encourage him and reassure him whenever he felt dejected or upset in any way.
As if sensing your thoughts, Jungkook spoke up, saying “I’m so grateful to have you, jagiya,” he whispered. “I know I’m not easy to look after, but thank you for trying, for always being there to care for me, even when I’m thick-headed and try to push you away.”
Summary: Dating the world’s fastest growing boxer meant several things – kissing his wounds at the end of every fight, watching countless boxing matches to study new techniques with him, and worrying like crazy as different men every night tried to bash his face in. But what happens when tensions run high after a match and Jungkook throws your support back in your face? Angst/fluff. Inspired by Jungkook’s Instagram post earlier today!
Cheers erupted from all around as the fan-favorite fighter landed a knock-out punch to the long-time reigning champion, effectively knocking him to the ground with no signs that he would be getting up any time soon. It seemed it was time to crown a new champion.
It always astounded you how die-hard these boxing fans were. You would think these matches were a life-or-death affair. Well, you backtracked in your own mind. In a way they were. The fights were always unpredictable. Injuries happened all of the time, some including career-ending injuries. Of course, safety regulations had been updated in recent years to minimize the chance of this happening, but still. It was a dangerous sport and things happened.
Looking around at the screaming crowd, you never in a million years would have thought you would be at an event like this. Of course, there were a lot of things that had changed in your life after a certain Jeon Jungkook entered it.
Growing up, you had always been a quiet, meek individual. Violence was not something you approved of or enjoyed. Movies that took the action a little too far were even too much for you, which was why everyone in your life was surprised when you began dating the rookie boxer who was quickly rising in popularity.
You hadn’t known who Jungkook was or what he did for a living when you had first met. It wasn’t until a few dates in that he finally opened up about what he actually did. He had been so endearing that night too, so afraid he would lose you once you found out how he really spent his weekends.
In all honesty, you had surprised yourself with how easily you took the news. Of course, it terrified you to think of someone trying to harm him for sport. You were an anxious mess during his matches, flinching every time a punch or kick was landed to his body. Fortunately, being ridiculously talented as he was at everything, those instances were rare. It was no surprise he was so popular. He was quick and he was good. He was able to see a fist flying his way, dodge it easily, and land a strike of his own before his opponent could even realize what had happened.
It took quite a while before you had finally mustered up the courage to come to one of his matches. Once everything was out in the open, Jungkook had been so excited for you to see him in action, to look out at the crowd and see you right there cheering him on. You had understandably been very hesitant, however, not wanting to see him hurting and also not wanting to see him hurting others. Jungkook became an entirely different person when he was in the ring. The first time you had seen it, your mind had trouble connecting the deadly warrior pummeling men to the ground with your soft bunny of a boyfriend who would hold you as if you would break and who would pout at you if you had forgotten to go the store and pick up the banana milk he so dearly loved.
“So, what’d you think, baby?” Jungkook had questioned hesitantly after that first match. He had known intense sports, such as boxing, were not your thing. He had been excited at first to share this part of himself with you, but after having looked over towards your seat once his match had finished and seeing the horrified expression on your face, he was terrified that it may have been too much for you - that this lifestyle of his was too much for you and you wanted no further part of him.
You slowly took a step closer to him, reaching up to caress his cheek. This had been one of those rare instances where his opponent was able to get the drop on him. A painful looking bruise was already beginning to blossom on his jaw. You gently traced your fingers over the area, wishing you had the ability to heal every hurt that touched him.
“Does it hurt?” You questioned, eyes anxiously boring into his own.
“No,” he assured quietly, resting his hand over your own, keeping it in place on his jaw. “Can hardly even feel it now.”
You nodded, not quite knowing what else to say. You were proud of him, of course. Jungkook was the type of person that gave 110% in everything that he did. He never did anything half-way, and that went for boxing as well. He was always at the gym, always training, constantly watching other matches to pick up different techniques and learn as much as he possibly could. And that hard work had clearly paid off - shortly after the match had begun, it was pretty apparent to you that the other fighter was no match for your Jungkook.
“You still with me, baby?” Jungkook questioned, pulling you out of your thoughts, bringing your focus back on him.
His question was targeted towards the present, towards your attention on him in that very moment; however, both of you knew the deeper meaning he was too afraid to speak out loud. Were you still his girl? Did you still want him after seeing him essentially beat another man down to the ground?
“Yeah, Kookie,” you murmured, pressing up onto your toes to brush your lips gently against his own. “I’m still with you.”
It had been over a year since that first match and although this lifestyle didn’t completely scare you off, it did take quite some time to get adjusted to. It wasn’t until a few months later that you were finally able to watch his matches without having your eyes closed for the majority of the time. Even now though, whenever a particularly rough punch was landed, you couldn’t help but flinch back and cover your eyes, wishing the two of you were at home safe, where you could wrap Jungkook in your arms, protecting him from angry fists swinging his way.
Nevertheless, you loved Jungkook and this is what he loved to do. The two of you had had extensive conversations about his boxing career and both had agreed this was not a forever job. Not only was it physically taxing on him as well as emotionally taxing on you, but it also meant for little alone time. If he wasn’t at the gym training, he was traveling for matches or press tours or whatever other event his manager deemed necessary he attend. The two of you made it work, but it was hard.
And not only was the limited time together difficult, but the environment at these matches was not the greatest. Most of the attendants at these matches were men who ended up getting drunker and drunker as the fights progressed, leading to tussles and outbreaks in the crowd as well as in the ring. Jungkook did his best to seat you in an area where you would be safe and away from the craziest of the fans, which generally meant you sat with his team near his corner of the ring. This was normally not an issue as you had become pretty good friends with his team and their significant others. However, there were a few members of the group that were a little more crass than you were used to.
These individuals thankfully were not at all of the matches, generally sticking to those hosted at the arena near where you all lived. It wasn’t that they were bad people, they just tended to have a very tough, show no weakness type of attitude, which was well and fine, but what you really disliked was the way they made Jungkook act. As you had mentioned earlier, your boyfriend was the softest, sweetest individual when he was around you. You often likened him to a bunny due to his gentle nature and the adorable wrinkle his nose made whenever he smiled. However, when he was around the two biggest antagonists of the group, Ji-Hoon and Hyun-Woo, he became a little colder, more stand-offish. You knew it wasn’t intentional, but you couldn’t help but feel slightly disregarded in these instances - like your boyfriend was ashamed of you.
However, the way Jungkook treated you and adored you in private was almost enough to make you forget those rare moments in the back room after these matches. So, you had never brought it up, something that proved to be a mistake on your part. Maybe if you would have been up-front in the beginning you could have avoided the big blow-up between Jungkook and yourself after this particular match.
…
“There’s my girl!” Jungkook exclaimed, clearly in high spirits after the victory tonight. This was a match he had been eagerly anticipating and preparing for for months now. It was a relief to have it over and to have won so decidedly.
You couldn’t help but match his energy, despite feeling slightly uncomfortable by the presence of the two trainers - Ji-Hoon and Hyun-Woo. Thankfully their presence was more rare due to the high volume of clients they took in to train. This just so happened to be one of the unlucky nights they happened to be in attendance.
Pushing those feelings aside, wanting to celebrate your boyfriend and congratulate him on his hard work, you set a smile on your face, quickly making your way into Jungkook’s outstretched arms, allowing him to wrap his arms around you and lift you up in the air.
“Jungkook!” You squealed, clinging on to him as you laughed. “Put me down!”
Obeying your request, Jungkook set you back on your own two feet, arms still firmly wrapped around your waist before leaning down to capture your lips in a searing kiss.
Hoots and hollers filled the room, causing you to blush and gently pull your face away, breaking the kiss.
Jungkook grinned at you, leaning down once more to place a soft kiss on your nose. “Did you see me tonight, baby?” He asked, eyes alight.
This right here was exactly why you never said anything against his passion. As much as you didn’t understand it, you could never rob Jungkook of the joy he got with boxing.
“I did,” you replied, smiling at the man in front of you and the excitement that was exuding from his very being. “You were great out there. Very fearsome.”
He smirked, a different expression taking possession of his face as he eyed you slyly. “Oh yeah?”
You nodded, hands coming up to grip the front of the sweaty t-shirt that he had thrown on after the match had ended. “Definitely,” you affirmed.
Before either of you could continue your conversation, which may have been a blessing in disguise given the predatory look Jungkook was currently throwing your way, his two best friends - Taehyung and Jimin - entered the room and began excitedly chattering about the match, recounting every punch, kick, etc.
Jungkook smiled at his friends, joining in on their excited conversation after guiding his arm around your shoulder and pulling you close into his side. You rested your head against his chest, thankful to be back in his arms, thankful that the fights were over for now and that no injuries were sustained on his part.
You continued to listen, more than content to be under the heavy weight of Jungkook’s muscular arm, occasionally contributing to the conversation, but mostly just enjoying being in his presence. It wasn’t until the conversation took a turn towards their upcoming plans that you zeroed back in, unsure on whether you were hearing correctly or not.
“The match in Vegas is going to be insane!” Ji-Hoon exclaimed. “I can’t believe it’s already almost here! We leave this Friday!”
You stiffened, distinctly remembering Jungkook telling you that he would not be attending that match. Vegas was like the Super Bowl, but for boxing. The fiercest of the fierce fought there. You had watched a few of the matches on the couch with Jungkook, always trying to hide your horror at how brutal the fighters could be. Jungkook was good, don’t get you wrong, but he had never participated in a match of that magnitude before. Considering how rapidly his career was advancing, you knew the day would someday come when he would be invited to those more elite matches, but he had specifically told you he was not going to the upcoming one when you had asked a few weeks ago.
“Bunny?” You questioned, the adorable pet-name you usually reserved for when the two of you were alone slipping out in your shock. “You told me you wouldn’t be attending Vegas this time?”
Jungkook’s cheeks lit up a furious red as laughter resounded throughout the room.
“Bunny?!” Hyun-Woo howled, slapping his thigh as he doubled over in laughter.
“Of all the cutesy nicknames! Bunny?” Ji-Hoon bellowed.
Jungkook could feel his embarrassment as well as his anger rising. With his emotions still heightened from the match and the laughter filling the room at his expense, Jungkook didn’t give himself time to think or consider the consequences of his actions as he wrenched himself out of your grip, scowling down at you.
You flinched as you took in your boyfriend’s expression. You had never seen such angry eyes from him directed towards you. It caused you to flinch back, not sure what to do or how to act in this situation.
Jungkook’s heart skipped a beat at the sight of your fearful expression. He hated to see you upset; however, the anger and embarrassment in his own head clouded his judgement and didn’t let him realize that he was the cause of your fear and sadness in that moment.
“Don’t call me that,” he spat out, angry at the laughter of those around him, just wanting it to stop.
“Ohohoo!” The two instigators exclaimed, doing absolutely nothing to help the situation. At this point, everyone else in the room had picked up on the tension emanating from Jungkook and the tears that were beginning to well up in your eyes. Considering the sport they were all involved in, they were no stranger to anger and violence and raised voices; however, they had never seen Jungkook so much as even look at you with anything other than the biggest heart eyes. No one could really quite believe the words that had just left Jungkook’s mouth, much less yourself.
“Jungkook, I –“ you started, not quite knowing what to say.
“Save it,” he retorted. “You’ve done enough.”
You watched in disbelief as your boyfriend stalked out of the room, grabbing his jacket on the way out, not casting so much as a glance back at your downcast figure.
The room was extremely quiet, an uncomfortable silence filling the air as no one quite knew what to say. Finally, Jimin approached you, placing a gentle hand on your arm. “C’mon Y/N, let me take you home.”
You followed along robotically, still trying to make sense of the last five minutes of your life. You had known Jungkook was a private person and liked to keep the intimate details of your relationship between the two of you, but you had never imagined he would react this way to a simple pet-name.
A couple stray tears escaped, running down your cheeks.
“Why don’t we stop for some ice cream?” Taehyung offered, having followed you and Jimin out of the room. “Get our mind off things, hmm?”
You offered a weak smile in return. “Yeah,” you agreed, wiping the fallen tears with the sleeve of your sweater. “Let’s go.”
…
Jungkook paced back and forth in the living room of your shared apartment, running his hands through his hair in frustration. Where were you??
He knew it was completely his own fault that you weren’t there with him, right by his side, safe and sound. He had completely lost it earlier and he had absolutely no excuse for treating you the way that he did. Not only had he yelled at you in front of everyone and made you cry, but he had lied to you about the Vegas match. He was in deep trouble, if you weren’t breaking up with him over this, that is. His heart twisted as he sucked in a shuddering breath. He couldn’t lose you. Not like this.
He had been frantically trying to call your number for the past hour now, only to be met by your voicemail. He was just getting ready to try one more time when he heard the lock of the front door clicking.
“Y/N?” He called, head turning towards the sound. “Baby?”
You stepped through the front door; expression unimpressed as you gazed at him. Earlier you had been sad at his words, but now that you had had time to take a step back and think, you were angry. He had absolutely no right to treat you the way that he did.
“Are you alright?” He questioned, taking long strides towards you, but stopping in his tracks when you took a step back, distancing yourself further from him. He knew he deserved it, but it still broke his heart. You had never once intentionally distanced yourself from him. The two of you were usually adjoined at the hip. Due to his crazy traveling schedule, you were most often found glued to his side, arms wrapped around one another whenever you were together. This space was not something either of you were used to.
“I’m fine,” you responded, toeing your shoes off and placing your keys on the hook near the door. “Jimin and Taehyung took me out after you left,” you explained, walking past him into the bedroom to change for the night. The day had completely sucked any energy you had had right out of you. All you wanted in that moment was to go to bed and try to forget this horrible evening.
“Y/N, wait,” Jungkook pleaded, reaching out to grab ahold of your hand. He took it as a positive sign that you didn’t immediately rip your hand out of his grip.
“I’m so sorry,” he apologized, taking a tiny step closer to you as he tried to convey just how sorry he was. “I don’t know what came over me, I never should have spoken to you like that.”
“No, you shouldn’t have,” you responded, eyes cold.
This was somehow worse than your anger – this icy indifference. Jungkook had been prepared for your wrath – for well-deserved yelling and anger. He was; however, unprepared for the defeated look in your eyes.
“Sweetheart?” He prompted, knowing there was something you weren’t saying. Deciding to push his luck, he gently reached out to grasp your face, large hands caressing your jaw.
The gentleness in his eyes is what finally made you break down. “Are you ashamed of me?” You cried, looking down as the tears once again began to flow freely down your face, leaving Jungkook to stare at you in horror, hating himself for making you feel this way. He wished he could go back in the ring right now and just let his opponent pummel him. He deserved it for making you feel this way. You were the best thing to ever happen to him. How could he let you ever doubt that?
“Baby, no! No, of course not,” he protested, grip tightening on your cheeks as he brought your eyes up to his own. “I love you so, so much,” he promised, urging you to believe the words coming from his mouth.
“I am a complete and total idiot,” he admitted. “That is what tonight was about. The guys were laughing at me and that triggered something within me that made me lash out. I know that is no excuse for my actions, but that is all it was. Never ever have I been ashamed of you. I love you. You lit up my entire world when you came into my life.”
His thumbs were softly stroking your cheeks as his eyes bored into your own, urging you to believe the words coming out of his mouth.
“I love the cute nicknames that you have for me,” he promised. “It’s an honor to be your bunny and to be loved by you. I can’t think of anything better than that. All of the money, trophies, whatever don’t even compare because I’ve already won the greatest thing that will ever happen to me.”
A small smile began to appear on your face, giving Jungkook a sliver of hope that he hadn’t completely messed things up with you. Well, at least not yet.
“I’m sorry for speaking to you that way, baby. You didn’t deserve that. And I promise I will never treat you that way again. I will never again put myself in a position where I could lose you,” he vowed, choking on his words as his own tears now began to fall down his face. “I never want to see you scared of me again,” he whispered, eyes haunted as he remembered the expression on your face as you had looked at him back in the locker room. “I never want to see you back away from me like that again. I need you close to me, always.”
“Oh, Kookie,” you cried, throwing your arms around his neck and burying your face in his chest, allowing the both of you to let out the heavy emotions from the night and be comforted by the other’s presence.
“I love you so much, Y/N,” he murmured into your neck, arms tightening their hold around you as if he were afraid you would slip right through his grip. “Please don’t ever doubt that.”
“I love you too, Jungkook,” you sighed, feeling the tension and sadness of the evening slowly leaving your body as you rested in his embrace. “So much.”
“One more thing,” he announced, pulling away slightly so he could look you in the eye. “I promise I didn’t lie to you about Vegas. When you asked me about it, I truly wasn’t going. But one of the fighters sustained an injury and wasn’t able to compete and they asked me to fill in. I was going to tell you, I promise. I just didn’t know how to tell you. I know you’re not fond of those fights.”
You smiled, relieved to know he hadn’t outright lied to you.
“I’m only not a fan because I love you so much and I’m just scared something is going to happen to you.”
Jungkook smiled, leaning down to place a kiss to the top of your head. “I know, sweetheart, I know. I’m not gonna let anything happen to me, though. Not when I’ve got my best girl waitin’ for me to take her out after.”
You rolled your eyes at his attempt of humor. However, his distraction worked.
“We didn’t even get to go out to our usual place tonight,” you pouted, frowning up at him.
“I know, baby,” he sighed. “I promise I’ll make it up to you, though.”
You grinned, a mischievous glint forming in your eyes. “I don’t know,” you sighed dramatically. “I had quite a lot of fun with Jimin and Tae. Think I might make that my new tradition,” you smirked. “At least they don’t yell at me.”
Jungkook glared at you. “You will do no such thing,” he admonished, arms tightening around you as if you actually would ditch him to make other plans.
“I don’t know,” you smiled. “They were very –“
Jungkook didn’t wait to see what you were going to say before he surged forward, hands once again coming up to cup your face as he crashed his lips onto yours, ensuring you forgot every other name except his own.
A few moments later, the two of you pulled apart, gasping for air.
“You still with me, sweetheart?” He asked, forehead leaning against your own, big doe eyes staring down at you.
Smiling, you chose not to answer him verbally. Instead, pressing forward to connect your lips together once more. Yeah, you were still with him.
Namjoon and you have been broken up for months and you thought that you were healing and moving on from a relationship that wasn’t meant to be. But then you hear that Namjoon is seeing someone else and is going public about it and all the old wounds come back.
Warning this does not have a happy ending.
“The big topic of discussion today is leader and rapper Kim Namjoon from BTS,” the radio announcer’s voice blares through the speakers of your car. Your friend sitting in the passenger seat beside you leans forward to change the station. But you stop her.
“It’s fine. We’ve been broken up for months now. I can handle hearing about him and his members going on tour or having his own album being released.” Watching you closely they lower their hand as the radio announcer continues to go on about all the things that Namjoon and the rest of his members are up to.
“But with all this exciting news the real excitement is that Namjoon is the first member to come out publicly about his relationship. Namjoon and his girlfriend were seen in America together where he proudly announced that he was dating.” Your hands tighten on the steering wheel, your heart starts to race, and you feel the familiar sting of tears forming.
You try to calm yourself down and tell yourself that it’s fine that it doesn’t matter but they keep talking about him and her. This woman who is not you. They keep talking about how happy Namjoon looked to have her on his arm and what a beautiful couple they make, and how they are wishing the best for the two of them. Thankfully your friend knows that while you may be ready to hear talk about him this is something that you are not ready to hear about. They change the station and start to ask you how you are but you quickly cut them off.
“We don’t have to talk about it. I don’t want to talk about it. Not now.” You rush out. Right now you need to just focus on keeping it together and not losing it while you’re driving. You just need to make it to your apartment and then you can lose it.
“Okay,” she hedges, “but you know that you’re better off without him. He never treated you the way you deserved.”
“I know.” You croak out. Deep down you do know that you deserved better than what Namjoon gave you but you love and it hurts that he doesn’t love you back.
You’re not sure how you manage to make it to your parking garage and to your apartment without bursting into tears. Then somehow you manage to convince your friend that you are fine and that you will not think about him at all. That you are fine, good, great even because you are moving on just like he clearly has. It’s all a lie, you are not okay at all. As soon as you’re alone you’re on social media looking up everything you can about them.
There isn’t a lot out there about the two of them but there’s enough. Enough to learn that they have known each other for years. That the two of you have admitted that there was almost something between you. And it crushes you to read that because all you had ever wanted was for him to love you but all he wanted was her. He didn’t care about your heart or even wanted it. He has always wanted her and her heart. Slamming your laptop close you grab your purse and get into your car.
It’s silly, maybe even a little crazy what you are doing but you need answers and you need them from Namjoon. You need to know why he was so fast to let the two of you go for her. What makes her so special compared to you. Because you had given him everything, every part of you. You had spent most of your relationship trying to make everything between the two of you work and to get him to just love you back. But it always felt like he was holding back from you and you need to know if it was because of her.
Parking outside his building you continue to ride this wave of courage that has suddenly over taken your body and ride it all the way up to his apartment and ring his doorbell over and over. He might not even be home you think as no one comes to answer the door. He’s probably working or might not even be in the country. Turning to leave the elevator doors open and out walks Namjoon. He’s casually dressed in sweatpants, a tight white t-shirt, and baseball cap. In his one hand are a bouquet of flowers. His eyes widen in surprise when he sees you.
“Y/n what are you doing here?” He stands outside the elevator like he’s unsure if he wants to approach you or dive quickly back into the elevator.
“I…I don’t know the reason was stupid really. I should be going.” You rush past him and tap the call button for the elevator.
“Y/n come on you clearly came here for something.” You can feel the heat of his body next to you. Looking up at him he gives you a gentle smile and it’s enough to make his dimple appear and it makes your heart squeeze.
“Do you love her,” the words pour out of your mouth and you don’t regret them because the pain you are feeling needs to end.
Namjoons shoulder slump, he takes a step back from you, and looks like he’s about to give you an excuse but you don’t want excuses. You want answers. You want to know why you weren’t enough and what makes her so different from you.
“Just answer the question. I deserve to know. After everything that has happened between the two of us the least you can do is be honest with me now!” Raising your voice this might be the first time that you have ever really stood up to him and demanded answers.
“Yes, I love her,” He confirms, a part of you was hoping that he didn’t or was unsure about his feelings. Tears streaming down your face you quickly wipe them away, “I think that she might be the one.”
A choked laugh escapes your lips and if you weren’t being ripped apart all over again you would have tried to stop it but, why bother because it’s obvious with the way he’s talking about her and the look on his face that she’s the one. He has never looked at you the way he looks now. It hurts to see it because you would have done just about anything to have him look like that when talking about you.
“I’m not trying to hurt you,” Namjoon whispers and you know that he’s being honest but that doesn’t take any of the hurt out of it.
“I was never going to be enough was I? It was always her! God I was so stupid,” you cry trying to keep it together. Namjoon takes a step towards you. Holding up your hand to stop him and lock eyes with him again.
“You don’t get to comfort me. Not in this situation. I gave up so much for you Namjoon and I deserved to be loved but you wouldn’t.” It comes out cold and Namjoon flinches at the sound of your voice.
“That’s not fair. It wasn’t like you made our relationship easy!” Protest Namjoon. Rolling your eyes you hit the call button again.
“Seriously?” You glare at Namjoon, “All I wanted was for you to try Namjoon. To put in even half of what I was putting into the relationship but you wouldn’t do that. All you did was give me excuses.” You tell him. The elevator pings behind you. Getting in you place your hand over the door when Namjoon calls out to you.
“I tried Y/n I really did try to love you.” He tells you.
“Did you? Because all you did was leave me in the dust and get her flowers.” WIth that last statement you let the doors close and feel crack in your heart completely break.
You ran away from your responsibilities, but they caught you and tried to lay claim to your body. If your life was never going to be yours anyways, you decided might as well give it away and make a deal.
BTS Fantasy AU. fairyprince!Jimin x reader
Warnings: 18+ dark themes, this story discusses triggering topics, SA, arranged marriage, religion, dubcon, violence against women, murder, blood, gore, reader manipulation, oral sex f+m, sex,inexperienced!y/n
Word Count: 7.4k
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‘I tried my best,’ you thought.
‘I knew it might not work,’ you thought, ‘but at least I tried.’
Grass and flowers and mushrooms crushed beneath you and you lay crushed beneath him.
‘The sky looks pretty passing through the leaves,’ you thought, looking up. ‘The sun looks bright, like fire.’
Days after you think upon this moment, that is what you remember the most, the way the light came through those leaves, the scatter of buds barely blooming across the branches, a light shade of yellow that seemed to glow under the sun so vividly, and the vivid pain in your heart.
Then you closed your eyes, held tight to that image of light, and silently screamed.
You weren’t aware of where you truly were, of where you had mindlessly ran to hoping to break free of the cuff around your finger, but you had fallen upon the entrance of a portal between your world and another. You didn’t know your thoughts could be heard.
So when you heard a velvety voice respond in the deep recesses of your mind, you thought it was just your own self, comforting you when no one else could.
But the voice belonged to something else, not anything of this world. He watched the sight before him passively, curious, and though he did not follow the laws of good and evil, though he was not accustomed to the traditions of this world, as he watched he felt the wrongness of what he was witnessing, as visceral as you felt it.
‘Help!’ You thought.
‘Do you want my help?’ the voice asked.
—
Your life had been a series of decisions made by people who claimed to love you but never really actually listened to you, never asked what you wanted, what you needed, only told you what they expected of you. Nothing was really yours in the end, not your future, your decision to marry, and certainly not your body.
You weren’t happy, even as those around you gave their blessings on what should have been your happiest day. Your tears were not for show, you cried of despair, because you knew the life that really had never been yours was now tied to a man until death.
It was only when you had truly given up hope that you decided to escape everything. You planned your escape quickly, carelessly in desperation. You took a bag of jewelry, gold you hoped could buy you freedom. And one inconspicuous night, after he was fed and pleased and taken to sleeping like a satisfied pig, you left.
But he and his brother searched after you. You knew you had no one on your side and he had everyone. So when they found you, you thought of nothing but running. You ran until pebble turned to grass, only hoping to lose sight of them, only wishing to be free.
‘Give me one last chance,’ you thought when they finally caught you. ‘This cannot be!’
It was unforgivable what you had done, you had disrespected your husband. Angry, humiliated, and disgusted you would betray him, you were victim to the temperaments of violent men who wanted retribution.
‘Not again,’ you thought, ‘no no no no no.’
You closed your eyes and silently begged, screaming your thoughts so loud, trying to drown out the heavy grunts and disgusting jeers that splintered what was left of your faith with every injury to your body. You begged for help, for anyone to come save you. You prayed for a miracle.
Quiet sobs and whimpers escaping, your soul screamed.
It was your last bit of fight, unwilling to let them destroy all of you. You didn’t know your screams were heard. Your thoughts were being listened to.
‘Help!’ You thought, ‘Help me!’
Again, the voice said. ‘Do you want me to help you?’
‘Yes,’ you begged, ‘Yes!’
‘Do you want me to stop them…to kill them?’
‘Yes, kill them, kill them, I wish they felt the pain they’ve caused.’ You imagined your captors sliced from head to toe, bodies brutalized so they could never hurt another woman again. You cried.
‘What is your name?’
You bit down sobs, screams threatening to escape as the dull ache becomes piercing once again, dimming the light behind your tightly shut eyes.
‘Die die die. Let them die, they deserve death.’
‘Your name?’
Your lungs burning, you allowed your name to travel past the tight lump in your throat, one small barely audible whisper in answer choked out.
‘Wonderful! How beautiful, perfectly suited to you!’
The voice repeats your name over and over again. And you repeat your wishes over and over again. ‘Make it stop now, make it stop, please…please!’
Against the harsh scrape of wood, your head knocking into tree roots, you felt something new, something warm next to you apart from the coldness of the dirt, a delicate hand so softly placing a tiny flower behind your ear. Too afraid to open your eyes, you thought of glowing yellow petals.
The man above you pauses and you finally had courage to look.
The sight was what you wished for, red cascading down, drops falling on your cheeks mixing with your tears. The handle of an intricate knife lodged deep in the center of your husband’s throat.
You follow the handle to its wielder, arm outstretched, forearm flexed, his head tilts down and he sends you a dangerous smile before he pulls the blade out as quick as it entered.
You gasp and he smiles wider, stabbing over and over again, blood raining down on your aching body, you might as well be drowning in it.
“Y/n.” The stranger’s words snap you out of your stupor, his voice the same tone you had heard in your mind, now so clear and crisp, eyes shining with happiness.
“I kept him alive for you, he is yours.”
Yours? His life? His fate?
You had lost yourself, but you had gained more.
You pushed yourself up, staring at your husband, his bloodied chest heaving, gasping for air. Something hard pressed up into your palm, you felt the smooth handle of the stranger’s knife appear like magic. Your fingers dug into the ruined earth, your hand now gripping the knife tightly.
The stranger was gone like he never was. Had he even been? The knife in your hand was your only clue now. It was you and your husband alone. His brother gone too, taken to running away in fright.
You gripped the knife tighter until your fingers stung, the subdued ache in your muscles that you’ve forgotten in your shock now returning as well. It made you angry.
He looked up at you, coughing up blood. His ugly face, now perfectly matching his ugly heart. You gripped the knife tighter. You gripped it tighter, it was real, it was your freedom in the palm of your hand. It made you cry, made you angry, made you happy, made you stand up.
Your husband lay crawling away in the dirt, like a wounded pig. Even on shaky legs you were able to move ahead of him, foot pressing into his skull to stop his shameful retreat.
You bent down, held the intricate beautiful handle of the knife in both hands, pressing it down into the back of his neck. The blade glided so smoothly, it surprised you how easy it had been. You grit your teeth, twisting the dagger, “How does it feel?” you ask, “to be penetrated against your will?”
Your husband, your attacker, grunted, shallow breathing slowing down, and you begin to hear a soft melodious laughter filling the woods behind you.
You knelt down like you had done so many times before in prayer, pressing your head to the earth, mouth next to your husband’s ear. “May you die knowing it was a woman who took your life. May your last thought be of me, knowing that it was I, not you, I was the one who took away your chance at paradise.” You would have screamed your words, but like your pleas, you held your pain in still, whispering low, your eyes full of wrath meeting his terrified stare, he heard you loud and clear.
You dragged the knife out of him, satisfied he will never have the opportunity to hurt you in this life or in the afterlife. “Die.”
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Your muscles ached with every step you took, your body following the music echoing through the trees. It was slow travel, but you felt…light. Your heart was unburdened. You maneuvered your way between branches until you saw what you thought you had merely dreamed up, a man so alien in appearance, so beautiful and ethereal, smiling at you as if you were the best of friends. Pointed ears, striking bright eyes, and the same dangerous smile, he was real. And at his bare feet…the shivering whimpering brother had not outrun his sins after all. His body curled into himself, his hands held above his head together in prayer, now begging you not to end his life.
The stranger’s eyes travel down your bloodied hand, falling upon the knife you still braced. “Y/n! I brought you another gift.”
The brother wailed for mercy, reciting stuttering prayers, spewing words out quickly to cover the length of his sins. You scoffed at the pathetic sight.
Prayer is meaningless in this place as it was in your home. How many times did you kneel and pray, did you ask for help? How many days did your head touch the earth, hoping one day to be able to prostate in a better place? And yet you ended up here. Right here. Covered in bruises, covered in blood, your heart broken and your body broken, your faith finally broken.
It wasn’t prayer that saved you, not really, you know this when your eyes meet that stranger’s shining gaze and his devilish smile, clothes glittering so strangely in the sunlight. It surprised you, the tug of your own lips you felt, unable to stop the smirk lifting up.
Does he think he will be freed? Did he think he will be sent to paradise now? When there is no realm in heaven fit for this animal. This man and his false sense of superiority was now begging you for mercy, suddenly with an understanding of it.
No! Judgment is a cold dagger, given by a trickster, bestowing power to a powerless woman.
“Y/n, come.”
You looked up, away from the blood, pulling the knife from the brother’s body one last time and nodded. What else could you do but follow? Committed a sin, you turned your back on the world that treated you so unjust.
Paradise is a ring of mushrooms, a creature so beautiful you can’t look away, who looks back at you as if you were precious treasure, hand outstretched the same way as when you first saw him.
And this time you decided the course of your life, reaching with your own hand for something more.
—
The hand you took belonged to no ordinary creature of the otherworld, he was a prince among his kind, a legend even to the legendary. Prince of the Faes, Jimin’s curiosities lead him away from his Kingdom, pulled by the cries of…a human?
The two worlds have always been separated, but as human interest grew away from the magicalness of nature and into rigid concrete structures and metal fixtures and technology and electricity and everything his kind despised, it was less and less likely for the two worlds to meet.
As royalty, Jimin had everything in his world at the tips of his fingers. But his power was also intrinsically tied to his world, he could not pass the boundaries with his powers…unless…
It was the first time he felt his realm breached. And then a far lonely cry, soft and pleading, calling out to him.
It was only when he had a human connection, a name, your name, could he fully step into the human realm and unleash his power without any restraint, with out any worry, and how much fun it had been!
You were magnificent! A worthy ally, the perfect vassal. Oh, it was a delight watching you transform in front of his eyes, taking every opportunity he had presented.
You could not even look upon his first gift, so his second gift came swift. The sudden outrage he felt witnessing the true cruelty of mankind contained to the precise tip of his dagger, for him it wasn’t a gift of vengeance, it was a tool to right the scales of balance that were so unfairly tipped. Because sometimes, for the Prince of Faes, righteousness was gratifying, and it was so delightful to be…vicious.
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Perhaps you died, you think. There is no such beauty in the world you knew, no colors as bright as the ones that adorned the new garments that clung to your body. There were no musical chords that sounded as sweet as any note you’ve heard from…was it birds that passed you? Where are you?
The glamour around you made everything so alluring and new. And most enchanting of all, was the creature before you. Delicate yet masculine, calming and formidable, Jimin was an enigma of a man.
“Welcome, y/n.”
“Where am I? What are you? A demon?” You felt the shine of your surroundings wear off just a tiny bit, your mind trying to process the events that occurred.
He laughs a sweet soft chuckle. “No y/n, I’m not a demon.” He looks down at the jewelry adorning his fingers, turning the gold bands with his thumb. “A demon’s path is rigid, too strict for me,” he says dismissively. “Y/n, come.” You listened, your steps rigid and slow. “What’s wrong?”
“It hurts.” You wince, holding the pain in.
“Come here.” He held out his hand again, but this time you paused. You weren’t used to being so close to strangers like this, your family kept you sheltered…isolated. You gripped his hand, warmth heating your cheeks at the contact…then warmth all over, you gasp and stumble forward, your sore tired body feeling revitalized, feeling anew.
“How did you-”
“It’s a gift,” he breathes, smirking, hands righting your body up, taking in the clumsiness in your movements amusedly. “Your kind breaks too easily.”
“And what is your kind?” you swallow.
“Well, isn’t it obvious?” He spins around, looking over his shoulder. “A fae.”
“I’m s-sorry, I don’t know what-”
“It’s okay, you’ll learn,” he smiles mirthfully. “You’re in my world now, so you must listen to me precisely. So you don’t break again.” He plays with the tips of your fingers while the anxiety rose inside you, a trembling he noticed immediately. “Are you still hurt?” He asks confused, you shouldn’t be.
“No, I…Why did you save me?”
“Did I save you?” The knife appears again like magic, he balances the intricate handle on one finger, twirling it in the air before catching it. “Here, have it back. It’s yours now.”
“T-Thank you, it’s beautiful.” You murmured, mesmerized by the small weapon. Your admission made him smile even wider. “How can I repay you?”
He clapped his hands together. “Y/n…y/n, you’ve already given me a great gift…but I can think of something else as payment, there’s time for that.”
You suddenly realized he knew your name but you had no idea what to call him. “What is your name?”
He paused. “For that, I will need something more.”
“For me to learn your name?” you ask, more confused than you’ve ever been. He nods, studying you again. “I-I have nothing…oh wait!” Where were the clothes you wore? Where was anything of yours? How did you even arrive in his home, you can’t remember.
You look around at your surroundings, It was beautiful, greenery twisting around every surface and butterflies resting peacefully, their wings fluttering slowly before taking off and finding another surface to lay upon, and the flowers, oh! You’ve never seen anything so lovely! Oh! “I had a bag-”
“Hmm, this?” The bag appeared so quickly before you, as if fallen out of thin air and into his palms.
“Yes!”
“Beautiful,” he looks inside at the gems, red, blue and green pieces of jewelry. “But not worth a name.”
“It’s all I have,” You huff, “How am I supposed to call you?”
“You could call me ‘Your Highness,’” he smirks. You noticed the shining jewelry in his hair, weaved together by delicate strands of gold. Could he?
“What? Are you really?”
He nods, thumb running across your cheek. You thought briefly of tears, of dirt. It made you shudder, cold memories entering your mind, making you pull away from him.
Jimin frowned. “I could take them too, if you’d like.”
“What?”
“The memories.”
You don’t doubt he can, even if it seems too good to be true. “No, I want to remember. I want to remember all of it,” you muttered, unready to part with the familiar feelings that rushed inside of you. The rage, and the pain, and the victory you had felt.
“Why?” he asks, tilting his head. You continued to fascinate him.
“If I forget it doesn’t change what has been done, what has been done to me.” The life you lived flashed before you as a series of pained memories. That’s what it was, what it could all be boiled down to in the end, pain. It was pain that you were unwilling to part with, pain that strengthened you, that made you unafraid. “Even if it were to help in some way, to forget, it takes away from me…who I am. And I can’t…I won’t have anything more taken.”
“I accept your decision, y/n,” he nods, thumb running across his bottom lip in thought, “but if you change your mind…” He stares into your eyes, so intensely it made you feel self conscious under his gaze. “I could make it so you feel no sadness…or anger,” he reaches for your cheek again, “only joy, only happiness.”
But at what cost?
—
Deals struck between one and another is what moves the lives of Fae. More precious than even gold, what is more valuable than our word in the end?
You don’t remember how long it’s been. Time felt like sand, it fell between your fingers so quickly you couldn’t grasp it, felt like sludge around your body, slowing your movements to almost a standstill, you felt frozen in time and pulled through its flow all at once.
“Is she your wife?” you ask Jimin, entering after watching a lovely fairy leave his quarters.
He smirks, “No, y/n. Why?”
You busy yourself by making his bed, dusting off a shimmering fabric fallen to the ground. He follows you around, so light on his feet you cannot even hear his footsteps apart from yours.
“You must love her…very much.” You had listened to their declarations of love all day long, you thought, annoyed.
“Love?” Jimin laughs at that.
“Well, it sounded like you loved each other, quite passionately.” You chewed on the inside of your mouth, smoothing the silky fabric down. Jimin throws his body upon the bed, ruining all your work, craning his neck to look at you, amused by the annoyed look on your face. “Are you feeling…unloved? Would you like some love as well, y/n?”
You scoff, crossing your arms over your chest. “Don’t patronize me.” You kneeled on the soft ground, upon branches and brush woven together to make the palace floor which you sat. Jimin leaned his neck over the edge of his bed, then reached his arms for the floor, flipping his body over to take a seat next to you.
“I don’t think this is a fitting position for a Prince,” you mumble.
“Do Princes in your world not sit next to their subjects?” he muses.
You snort, “No,” suddenly smiling at the thought. “Perhaps for a photo op-ed, to look like good samaritans,” you look over to Jimin as he listens to your words and tries to make sense of the meaning. “But willingly?” you laugh, “No, I can’t imagine that.”
“Interesting,” he lies back, placing his hands underneath his head, watching as small birds flutter around the palace canopy, flying around one another as if they were dancing. He calls your name so you lie down as well, trying to relax your stiff awkward limbs. “Do Princes lie with their subjects in your world?” He turns his head, nose so close he can smell your sweet human scent, hear the whispering of your jumbled thoughts.
You meet his eyes hesitantly. “Well I guess they do, sometimes.” Being so close, you felt pulled in by his gaze, his beautiful bright eyes, his plump lips you imagined were as soft as they looked. Now stretched into a large smile, you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling shyly back, quickly breaking eye contact before you let your urges take over.
“You don’t have to do that.”
“Do what?”
“Hold yourself back.”
“I-I am not.”
“You do it quite often, hold things in.”
You swallow, quickly sitting up, “And should I be like you?” You look down at him accusingly, letting your anger get the best of you. “And…” you huff, “cavort about all day and night?”
Jimin laughs, “And in your world does every subject speak so brazenly to their Prince?” he challenges, sitting up next to you. He bites his lips, tries to catch your eyes again, but you’re already pulling away, stumbling to your feet, offering your apologies.
—
How long has it been since that night? Days?Weeks? You’re not sure, there were no clocks, light never seemed to dull in this place, even the moon lit the world here so beautifully. You had no idea how much time has passed since then, it was time you took to let yourself heal, to let yourself breathe. For so long you felt unable to take a deep breath, fill your lungs in fully. So anxious, so weighted down by your responsibilities, holding it in, like a scream ready to burst free, for so long you just couldn’t allow yourself to breathe.
You were used to the world running along without you, but did you like it? Did you like this place? Even if you could walk the halls of this palace freely, you felt secluded, you felt alone. Where was it that you were going? Back to your room? You were lost again, where were you?
You admired the small insect crawling next to you, inching up the canopy. The gems on your dress catching the light and twinkling on the walls, it was almost as if the small caterpillar were following the shimmering flecks. You looked down at your dress, it was like nothing that you’ve ever worn before, showing more skin than you’ve ever shown. The shiny translucent fabric cascaded over your body. It’s beautiful, you admit, more beautiful than even your wedding dress., and you felt beautiful in it.
“Youarebeautiful.”
“Y-Your highness?” you turn around to see the familiar fae studying you again.
“There’s a celebration in the west wing, do you want to join me, y/n?” He holds his hand out again, and of course, you take it.
-
You felt the isolation again walking through the west wing alone. Jimin had been whisked away by two handsome fae and you were left to your own devices. You dressed like them, even given an intricate jeweled choker by the prince himself, another gift he said, but you were not like them, no matter how you tried to hold your head up high, you couldn’t act as gracefully as them, you couldn’t move as fast as them, you didn’t look as beautiful as them, and you couldn’t, for many reasons, celebrate as vicariously as them.
The faefolk danced and partied without inhibition. You moved awkwardly between them, and they moved to let you pass. Not one touch or look your way, you felt invisible to them. Why, you wondered, would no one even try to make conversation with you? And you were too timid, too shy to ask them to dance. You didn’t understand the laws of this world, that in this world power was traded, bargained cunningly, taken with words rather than force, and the most powerful word of all, was a name. You had already been spoken for by the most powerful of them all.
You watched the way the fae rolled their bodies, clothes flowing around them, slipping off their shoulders, away from their legs, revealing their thighs, where eager hands glided across their smooth skin. You held your breath, watching, wishing it was you.
“y/n, come.” A soft voice in your ear brings you out of your thoughts, his breath hot against your cheek.
“Where did you go?”
“Did you miss me?” He smirks. His hair looked more wild than before, his lips pinker, layers of his clothes you notice were missing. You rolled your eyes, turning away.
“No. I didn’t even notice you were gone, I was having so much fun.”
“You shouldn’t lie, y/n.”
“I wasn’t,” you lie again.
“He hooks his finger underneath your necklace, pulling your attention to him.”
“Is this the ‘sarcasm’ you were speaking of before?”
“Yes,” you huff, “Are humans unwelcomed here?”
“No,” he frowns, “were you mistreated by someone?” He acts swiftly, moving towards the crowds. His demeanor changed, it sent a chill down your spine, reminded you of blood and anger and revenge, and you quickly reach for him, arms pulling him back at the waist, clinging onto him to stop.
“Don’t!” You didn’t realize how fast your heart was beating, pounding against his back. “I wasn’t!” you took in a deep breath, steadying yourself. “I haven’t even spoken to anyone since you left,” you mutter against his shoulder blades, saddened.
Jimin looked down at your hands, clasped together, holding him tightly. He ran a finger across your arm and felt goosebumps starting to appear. “Y/n, you’re upset.”
“Why won’t anyone else talk to me?” you whisper sadly, grip loosening.
Jimin turns around as you pull away, laying a hand delicately on your shoulder. He pulls the closest fae towards him, a man with curly flowing hair, a striking jaw, and the same piercing shining eyes as Jimin. “Entertain her.” Jimin nods in your direction.
The fae smiles wide, a large boxy grin, taking you in from head to toe. “Hello, lovely.”
“H-Hello. Did you want to dance?”
He nods, bowing at you, but before you can step away Jimin is pulling you back, “you said talk, not dance.”
You swallow, “Everyone else is dancing, why can’t I?” You kept your head up, standing tall, attempting to move towards the other fae again, but he keeps his head down, moving away at Jimin’s dark glare. You didn’t notice the way Jimin looked at him, but you noticed the way he retreated as you came closer, away from your reach. You huff, holding in tears of rejection. “Fine, I’ll just go dance with someone else,” you mutter, rushing into the crowd of fae with Jimin following closely behind.
“Y/n!” he hissed in your ear, telling you to stop. The sway of the bodies around you made you dizzy and confused, you moved quicker past them, or were you being pushed?No, pulled away? The music became louder as the room spun around you and then everything became quiet, until you were alone and able to catch your breath.
“What did you do!” you gasp, holding your head. It felt like you had been spinning in circles, only stopping now that you and Jimin were alone. You stumbled, steadying yourself against a branch, your body still feeling the effects.
“Have I ever harmed you? Hurt you? Have I not only given you what you asked for?”
You stumbled again, your body falling into vertigo. “I know-”
“Then why, y/n?! Why would you want to dance with someone else?”
Your legs buckled as your head continued to spin, a hand grabbing your wrist before you can fall to the ground. You hang, body swinging forward into Jimin’s legs.
“Why do you dance with everyone but me!” you yelled your accusations at the ground, unable to look or stand upright. Your body was pulled up as if you weighed nothing, right into Jimin’s embrace. “Why do you lay with everyone but me?”
Did you expect to be whisked away by a Prince and have a love story you have only read in fairytales? Not particularly, not when you were covered in blood, barely able to process everything that’s been done to you, everything that you’ve done. Did you expect maybe…something from Jimin? He had given you so much already, what were you expecting? What did you want from the Fairy Prince? It frustrated you, having an ideal too fantastical for even a world of fantasy. It could have been, you would have taken it, you could have loved him.
Angry you were not in a love story, but a nightmare, you attempted to hit him, but the room had still yet to settle, and Jimin barely had to do anything to stop your strike, easily pulling you into him closer. Before you knew it, the Fae Prince was pressed against you entirely, from body to lips. Your vertigo subsided, grounded by his kiss.
You pull away, partly stunned, and entirely captivated by his presence. “You kis-”
Jimin’s lips pressed against yours again, softly this time. You pull away again, eyes widening. “What, that wasn’t a request?” Jimin whispers against your lips.
He teases you, entices you, annoys you so much. “Don’t kiss me, don’t touch me!” You yell, pushing him away, and before you can strike again he is gone like he never was, and you can hear his familiar laughter in the west wing with the others. You did not look for him, you were too upset, left to sulking in your room, and even if you had gone to find him, Jimin’s glamour would have never allowed you near the other faefolk that evening. You were not going to dance, or kiss, anyone but him.
—
You felt more like a teacher, a live-in tutor, teaching the Fae Prince all the things you knew of human history and human living. He danced around you while you slumped into the cushions of his love seat, mopey, tired of answering his endless questions.
“Tell me more about this electrical web.”
“Why are you so fascinated by this?” you groan, “Want to know real human nature?! We go into wars we cannot win, we take innocent lives over land we then destroy, and we do it over and over and over again-”
“Your kind is very good at that. Alright, then tell me more about yourself.”
“Well- I- What did you want to know?”
“What brings you joy other than killing?”
“Killing does not bring me joy!” You sit up, outraged. It was ridiculous, what he said, it wasn’t true!
“Then what does?” he asks, smile hidden behind his knuckles.
You think of yourself as a child, singing along to the radio, you had loved singing to your favorite songs, your father telling you to quiet yourself, complaining how off tune you were, you had only been a child and you never sang again. You still danced, every time you heard music, you hadn’t cared who was around, who was watching. You remembered the faint cheers of your mother, her laughter adding to the musical beat. Some time between now and then you stopped dancing, you couldn’t pin point it, when you grew up and only allowed your head to slightly bob to the beat instead, foot tapping anxiously instead of just dancing. When had it been, the first time your mother told you to stop instead of cheering you along?
You think of the museum you used to visit as a child, the excitement you felt when you noticed the brightly woven baskets on display, relics of the past that looked so beautiful, you wanted to learn how to create those baskets too, if only they let you. The designs were so intricate, the colors so bright, the patterns reminded you of the dagger fastened to your dress, reminded you of it’s handle, and blood, and death.
You shut your eyes and let go of the breath you’ve been holding. “Swimming. When I was a child my mother couldn’t get me out of the water. I still love swimming, it’s fun, I could still spend all day in the water, I think.”
“I see…”
You sigh, “You know what brings me joy?” Before your wedding, your friends visited you. They kissed your cheek, wiped your tears away and fixed your makeup. They made fun of your mother-in-law. They told you, it will be okay, your fiancé is old, they reminded you to cook with animal fat, so he can die sooner. They held your shaking hands and hugged you tightly, and promised to visit you soon.
“Seeing my friends happy,” you smile. “Can I now ask you a question?” The Fae Prince waits. “Can I know your name?”
“Y/n…” He paces his quarters, and your hopeful expressions falls as grains of sand slip through your fingers once again. “How about we go for a swim instead?”
You reach the water’s surface easily, inhaling air quickly. You wade the spring, looking up to watch the slow waterfall. It was peaceful, it made you smile.
A wave of water hits you, Jimin catching your attention instead. You splash water in his direction, laughing as he swims closer to you.
“Where are we?” You spin, following him as he swims around you. He ducks underneath the water, splashing you again. Two hands cover your eyes as you feel the Fae Prince resurface behind you.
“Close to the Palace,” he says softly in your ear. The spring water is cool and Jimin’s touch is warm. You pull one hand from your eyes away, holding onto him.
“Where is your s-shirt?” He surprises you, his usual soft curled hair wet and slicked back, chest exposed to you.
“Why are you wearing your clothes!” he laughs. The silky fabric lifts around you like a blanket, your jewelry heavy against your skin. Why did you jump into the water with your clothes, you can’t remember why now. You begin to feel anxious, moving your limbs faster to keep afloat, your legs exposed as the ends of your dress floats on the water’s surface. You push the front of your dress down, covering your virtue, and sink into the water as your limbs stop swimming.
Jimin joins you underwater, and he somehow seems even more beautiful floating in the water, hair wafting effortlessly and framing his face. He reaches for you, pulling you back to the surface.
“Your modesty is cute.”
You scoff, holding onto his shoulders. “Stop treating me like a child.”
“And how should I treat you, y/n?” his arms move from your waist to just under your bum, pulling you closer to him. You tense up under his intense gaze, unable to look down at him.
“Look at you!” he teases, laughing, “Always holding back.”
“Shut up,” you mutter.
“How dare you! You attempt to silence your Prince!” He laughs even louder, moving slowly into deeper water. He narrows his sparkling eyes at you, “The other Fae would have eaten you by now.”
“Oh yeah? I can’t imagine I would taste very good.”
“Such bravery and yet you are too timid to give into your desires.”
“I desire you to shut up.”
“Y/n, I can hear your desires always,” he lets you down back into the water, holding you close to his body.
You bite your lip in attempt to uncloud the haze you felt so suddenly. “So you know how much I desire to know your name.”
Jimin stops laughing, biting his lip as well, closing his eyes in thought. “I do know.” He could feel how much you desired his name, desired him, how you thought of his lips, his jaw, his bare chest, your fixation on everything about him only enlarging his ego, and enlarging…other things.
You watched his mouth part, his head slowly tilt back as he sighed deep. “Please, your highness.”
Jimin’s lips curled up. “Prove it to me, your devotion…hold your breath.”
You went underwater again, held tight in Jimin’s embrace. His hand cradled the back of your head, watching you as you held in your instincts to move, to break free, determined more than ever to learn something of his kind instead. You gripped his biceps, fingers digging into his muscles, holding on, and just when you feel your self slipping, Jimin’s lips press against yours.
You felt a rush of air fill your lungs, the rush of adrenaline cascade over your body where water should have been. It was only Jimin’s frenzied touch instead, cool air hitting your wet skin, your drenched clothes pulling you down as the weightlessness of water disappears. “Where are we?” you gasp.
Jimin’s lips move across your jaw and down your neck. “Your room, of course.” He pulls the wet fabric away from your shoulders, you shiver from the cold and his touch. His hand travels up your thigh and you freeze.
“Should I slow down? Is this too far?”
“I’ve had sex before,” you say, annoyed, trying to relax.
“But you’ve never gotten pleasure?” Jimin did not need to hear you answer, it was written as clear as the day across your anxious features. His had cupped your jaw. “Breathe out, y/n.”
You didn’t realize you were holding your breath, his thumb ran across your bottom lip as you exhaled.
He kissed your neck again, lying his body down onto yours. “Breathe in, y/n.” You closed your eyes and leaned your head against his, enjoying the way he kissed and tasted your skin. Your hand reached for his, interlacing your fingers together. He squeezed your hand in reassurance, holding your against bedsheets, his mouth traveling down your body, searching for more to taste.
You moaned for the first time at his caresses, gripping his hand tighter. He takes his time to savour you, your breath rapidly escalating. You felt him move between your legs, the warm wet muscle of his tongue licking all over you, fingers massaging your most intimate parts, slowly, moving from outside to inside. You no longer felt cold, you felt feverish instead, overwhelmed, overstimulated, ready to burst.
Jimin slowly built up the pleasure inside you, and then with skill and preciseness, unraveled the tension away. You panted, in a trance, pleasure coursing throughout your body.
Jimin looked at you, hungry and eager, a vision of seduction you’ve longed to experience. You traced his muscles, reaching for him, legs angling over his hips.
You kissed him fervently, riding high on ecstasy, whimpering for more, insatiable until you felt his hardness meet your core, sliding against your entrance.
You shuddered, stopping, looking into his eyes. He smirked, pleased you weren’t shying away from him no longer, enthralled with the way your desires took over. He held your head and devoured your lips, entering you with one swift rolling movement that took your breath away.
You moaned louder, rolling your hips to meet his, forgetting your goal, what you wanted, crying out for him, unable to speak his name.
—
Jimin was not only learning of your customs. You were, slowly, learning too. As a group of Faefolk left his quarters, you recognized one and he winked at you, bowing his head as he retreated.
You frowned, pursing your lips, looking inside at the mess.
Jimin rolled his neck, pulling a shimmering robe over his body. “Y/n, come,” he holds out his hand, calling you over to his bed.
“Aren’t you tired?” you resist the urge to roll your eyes. Jimin rolls his eyes instead at your judgement.
“I’m never tired for you.” He tugs on your arm playfully. You fall next to him. He smells good, he smells of vanilla and wildflower and sex.
“I want to make a deal,” you roll your body over his, straddling his lap, pulling at his clothes. He sighs softly, canting his hips, pushing up against you. “I want to know your name…” He raises an eyebrow, “…wait…and listen…I want to know your name when we make love.”
He tilts his head, staring at you, smiling, intrigued. “Then you can take it away. Deal?”
“And what do I get out of this deal?”
You kiss his exposed chest, and then you kiss lower, and lower. “Me…screaming your name…as yours.” You look up at him, challenging him to deny you.
The Fae Prince widened his legs, pleased your infatuation had given him such a truly wonderful gift. He could hear his name leave your pretty lips and let you fall back into his spell. “Okay, y/n. Deal.”
He watched your lips part over his hardening length, sucking him into your mouth eagerly. You perched yourself back onto his lap, settling yourself onto his cock. So perfect, fitting around him tight and warm. You rolled your hips and moaned freely. “Y-Yes.”
He holds your hips, thrusting up into you, “Tell me, y/n, who is your prince?”
You heard a whisper materialize inside you, becoming louder and clearer the faster you bounced on his lap.
“Y-Yes-Jimin, yes!”
You woke up, kissing his chest lazily, already forgotten his name.
—
“What do you wish of me, your highness?” You murmur against Jimin, tired, sleepy, why were you so tired?
Jimin sighs, “It’s time.”
“Time? W-What’s time?”
“Your world corrupts the balance of nature. Humans will destroy every realm of earth with their greed, even mine.”
You hum, agreeing.
“It’s time…to wage war. And you! You are my most beautiful weapon.”
But Jimin underestimated you. He saw your beauty, yes, but did not fully grasp the strength, the fearlessness, that to this day, you’ve never forgotten.
—
“Wake up, y/n.” A hand caresses your jaw, waking you from your slumber. “Today a debt needs to be paid.”
“Where are we?” Jimin holds you in his arms, placing your feet on the ground tenderly.
“You don’t recognize this?”
You follow his gaze towards the ground, where a neat ring of mushrooms lie growing in a perfect circle.
He steps inside, offering his hand. “The priceis this.”
Once you stepped inside, everything seemed to grow duller, heavier, grayer. You…hated it. You hated everything except the man beside you. That was until you stepped outside the mushroom circle, feet landing onto wet cold earth.
Then the glamour fully wore away and you were faced with the harsh dark reality of what happened to you. Everything rushed into your memory so clearly and vividly you fell forward, pulling away from the Fae Prince.
“Get up, we have things to do.”
“You! You kept me prisoner!”
Jimin laughs. “Did I? I did not chain you or force you to stay.”
“You did, you- Leave! Leave me alone!”
“We are connected, y/n. It’s the price you paid. I cannot leave you as much as you cannot leave me.”
“Stay away!” you scream.
“I can’t do that.”
You wanted to hate him, but you felt your heart break the more you resisted. It made you cry. He was right. It made you scream.
Jimin pulled you up harshly, “Oh y/n, what’s happened? I thought we were in agreement.” Jimin didn’t understand why you suddenly resisted so vehemently.
“You…you t-tricked me, you used me!” You looked down at the crime scene at you feet, the blood was long gone, the bodies have since decomposed, been found, and taken away. But you smelled the iron still, you could still feel the blood dripping down your body as if it only happened moments prior.
Jimin pulls your chin to face him instead. “I gave you a gift, a weapon, I did not make you kill him. I did not make you do anything. It was yourwill,yourdecision.”
“All I wanted was freedom,” you cry bitterly. “But in the end I never had it, did I, your highness? I was your tool, I was your pet!”
Jimins fingers dug into your chin. “You wanted me, you ached for it, you loved it!”
The knife, you remembered, was still hidden beneath your clothes. You now pulled it out, pointing it at the Fae Prince.
He look at the knife, then lifts his head, looking at you. “You will use my own weapon against me? Do you think that’s wise, y/n?” His tone was dangerously low.
“It’s my dagger, is it not?” you question, “to do what I please?”
“You are not scared, y/n?” Jimin stalks towards you.
“I…I was never scared. Only lost.”
“Then let me help you find yourself again.” He breathes out, eyes glistening in the darkness.
“And what’s the price?” you mock.
“This time, no price from you. We’ll take it together.”
“Take what?”
“Everything.”
You let the dagger go, let it fall into the dirt, where you touched it first, decades ago.
A man marked your body one last time, but by your own hands, by your own will, for power you took all by yourself. Jimin never noticed the small stains of blood soaked into your fabric. As you pushed away your sleeve, revealing the scarred letters you had carved into you over so many many nights, you wondered if he really noticed you at all.
“And why should I share it with you, Jimin?”
—
You know, even though this story was not a story for me or about me (though in some small ways, about me), I found myself crying so much for her.
the tapping of his computer’s keyboard, the sound of a pencil scribbling on paper and the occasional sipping of wine would be all you’d be able to hear if you weren’t that focused on studying.
the only indication of time passing is his glass of wine slowly getting emptier under his studio’s dim lights.
as you feel the leather of the couch sticking to your skin, you look to the side only to see yoongi’s black lyric notebook left open on what seems like a random page. on the left page, five lines of song lyrics that seem to have been written down in a hurry, smudges and squiggles. on the right one, your name scribbled down nineteen times as you counted.
you step out of namjoon’s car into the cool of the night. the cold breeze manages to wake you up after sleeping on the passengers seat for about an hour. the only thing visible in the late night fog are the gas station’s purple neon lights a few feet away.
do you remember? the heat of summer? you said forever.
pairing:fuckboy!jk × reader
genre:college!au, fwb!au, angst, smut
rating:18+
warnings:public fingering, use of the word slut. Jungkook is a real asshole here. manipulation, hickeys.
wordcount:2k
a/n:finally. it’s here. after so much anticipation, nineteen is here!!!! this chapter is short but i promise the next chapters are gonna be longer. shits bout to gown down bitches. also, the last part after summer 2019, guess where that is from?
To say you were not surprised would be an understatement. You’ve known him for two years and in these two years you’ve known a lot. But you couldn’t say it didn’t hurt. It did. It hurt a lot. Everytime you saw him going around the campus, the girls in him arms parading around, showing everyone they won “the heartthrob”.
Everyone knew Jungkook was the biggest fuckboy on campus. But that didn’t stop anyone from wanting to get laid by him. And that didn’t stop you from having a sour taste on your tongue. You knew you didn’t have the right to have a ‘sour taste’. Not when he wasn’t yours by any means. Even if he’s told you that he is in fact yours.
When you felt a sting in your lower lips and the taste of iron sat on your tongue, you realized you’ve been biting your lips. A very bad habit you acquired after getting to know Jungkook. The back of your eyes stung as you turned around and excused yourself, not before letting Jungkook see you. You swear you saw his eyes glint when he saw you, but that didn’t stop him from leaning down and grazing his teeths along the ear of the girl he was with.
“Having fun, Y/N?” Sol passed you a plastic cup, which you took with all the enthusiasm left in you. “Yeah” you chuckled humorlessly. Sol frowned at your response and then nudged you, eyes focused behind you. “Looks like someone’s looking for you."
You turned around and your breath got stuck at your throat. He wore a black silk top paired with black jeans. Hair messy and sitting on his neck were the purple-bluish bruises that you gave him 4 hours back, when you rode him in your robe while he clicked your pictures. A smile graced your face automatically, at him or the hickeys, you didn’t know.
He pulled you by your waist, body flush against his, as you felt your boobs press against his chest, the thin silk material of the dress you wore and his shirt not helping. "I missed you,” he murmured, “you’ve been biting your lips."
"You saw me a few hours ago, Kook.” you said, hands pressed against his chest. “I missed my girl” he said, voice low but you could still hear him through the blaring music.
His tongue swiped across your bottom lip, doing a double over your fresh cut as a sting shot through. He pulled your lips between his teeth and sucked on it like a baby sucking milk, all while maintaining eye contact. He left your lower lip before pulling you in for an actual kiss. His hands held your waist as he rubbed his thumbs in a circular motion.
“I’ll see you in a bit, yeah?” he said, mouth next to your ear. Pressing a kiss on your right cheek, he left. And just like that, you forgot that he was the reason you were lying to everyone. Yourself and him included.
“Hi babe” Yura hugged you from behind, before sitting in front of you. “Yoongi was looking for you.” you said, a knowing smile on your face as Yura’s face turned a bright shade of red. “You should just confess, you know? I mean judging by the way he’s always looking for you, man’s not gonna reject you babe."
"You know what? Maybe I will. Yes. I will. Today.” she stated with a newfound confidence. You laughed at the way her face changed. “Yeah? While you’re at it, tell that asshole to bring me my headphones back."
You felt your phone vibrate as you took it out of your pocket.
kook <3: you free tonight?
you: no. have plans :(
kook <3: oh. with?
you: wouldn’t you like to know?
kook <3: come on im just asking
you: taeyeon
kook <3: you know i can fuck you better right?
you: are you serious right now?
kook <3: you’re meeting him at night right?
you: oh my god jungkook
kook <3: ykw? forget i asked. have fun.
You groaned lowly, rubbing your face. All you felt was rage. Who did he think he was, telling you what to do and what not to? After he walks around campus proudly knowing his reputation? After he encourages the girls who are lined up for him to be there? Maybe you should actually fuck Taeyeon. He was cute. You heard he had a big dick. So where’s the problem?
You put on the lip gloss and checked yourself out at the mirror. The notification on your phone indicated that Taeyeon was waiting. Putting your heels on, you grabbed your keys and made your way out.
You wore the flowy black dress that had been sitting at your closet for the longest time. Most of the times, when you’re out with Jungkook, you go with pants, jeans or shorts, knowing fully well that a dress would not help you on the back of his ducati.
"Wow” Taeyeon breathed as you walked towards him. The minute your eyes shifted from him, your eyes scrunched before your face morphed into a frown. Maybe the dress was a bad choice after all. There stood Taeyeon, on his bike. Next to him stood a couple of guys, whom you recognized were from your campus. But amongst them, you saw him.
“Hey, I’m so sorry I forgot to inform you, but the guys wanted to go to the club. So I figured we could go there as well.” Taeyeon said, sensing your frown. You smiled and walked up to him, placing a peck on his cheek.
From the corner of your eyes, you could see Jungkook poking his cheek with his tongue, eyes staring right back at you. “Uh, how do I get on tho?” you asked, looking at his seat.
“Y/N can come with me.” you heard that oh, so, familiar, voice. “You have to pick up some stuff too, right Taeyeon? I don’t think Y/N can sit with all that.” he continued.
“Yeah, he’s right. Y/N why don’t you go with him? It’d be a problem for you to sit with the stuff here.” Taeyeon said, eyes apologetic.
“That’s fine.” you smiled sweetly at him, although you felt anything but that.
You made your way towards Jungkook, who leaned smugly against his bike. “I guess you’re back to me afterall.” he said, the smirk not leaving his face.
You rolled your eyes and got on his bike, legs either side with your dress scrunched up in the middle. Jungkook handed you a stole which you recognized as yours that you used to wrap around his neck when he was sick and still riding his bike.
“Why did you bring this?” you asked, taking the stole from his hand. “Knew you’d need it."
Before you could speak he grabbed your hands and wrapped it around his torso making you lean on him due to the high seat of his bike. A familiar feeling hit you when he revved up the engine followed by that familiar disappointment of knowing how many girls have done this.
You really were ruining yourself.
As the wind hit you, you felt free. You always did. Jungkook knew how much you loved the bike rides. He started taking you on them more after he learned about your love for rush and thrill. Halfway through the ride you realised that you were not on the way to the club but to a different direction. A road you knew too well.
"Where are we going?” you asked, voice loud so that he could hear you. When you didn’t hear him back you drew his name out “Jungkook."
"Shh.” he said, holding your wrists and pulling you more towards him.
He parked his bike next to a tree and then intertwined your fingers together. You liked to think you had Jungkook all figured out but times like these, when he acted as if you’re the only girl he looked at, as if he wasn’t fucking some other girl a few hours back, you thoughts are proven wrong.
He wrapped his arms around your torso and rested his chin on your shoulder, your back pressed against his front as he walked you both towards the edge of the park, tiny twinkling lights of the entire city in front of you.
“What are you doing, Kook?” you whispered , bur he hears it anyway.
You feel his breath on your neck. “You know, I hate how you run away from me.” You could scoff at the irony, but you wouldn’t want to ruin the comfortable environment. “Why do you hate it? I’m always there.” you say lowly.
“I know, baby. So am I. Always there for you. Always will be."
Tears welled up in your eyes but before they could spill Jungkook turned you around and pulled you in for a kiss. The tears fell anyways. Slowly dragged down. Jungkook wiped them using his thumb.
Times like these, you wished he meant all his promises.
He turned you around to your previous position, leaning to leave wet kisses down your neck. His hands traveled the expanse of your chest, one hand catching the hold of a breast while the other reached down to cup your sex.
"Tsk, so wet.” his hand went further down as he pushed your panties aside and drew a long line on your wet slit. “You were gonna sit with these soaked panties behind him?” he asked lowly, voice dropping several octaves. “Answer me.”
“Y-yeah”
“Yeah?” he pinched your clit, as a loud groan left your throat. He pushed two of his finger inside, slowly scissoring them. Your hands reached up to his hair, pulling the roots and he continued to suck on your neck. “You like it?” he asked.
“Mhmm. Want mo-more.”
“Such a dirty little slut.” his finger picked up its pace as you pressed your thighs together. “For you. Just for you.” you said, voice sound nothing more than a breath.
As you felt your climax hitting you, your body collapsed on his, as he wrapped his hand around your waist, the other one still inside your panties, fingers deep in. You both looked towards the city, wishing you could stay like this forever.
“Just for me.” he said, thumbs circling your clit as you closed your eyes, a second hit of tears coming in.
You were maybe crying too much nowadays.
You both went back shortly after. You got down his bike, the slick feeling inside your thighs making you feel uncomfortable. He gave you a smile, bunny teeths popping out, hair messy and your underwear peeking out his back pocket. You hands reached out to fix his hair as he closed his eyes and leaned to your touch.
“I’ll see you in a bit yeah?”
Except you didn’t. You went back to your apartment. When you scrolled through your phone, snap stories of his friends, where you saw him with some girl on his lap as she giggled. You knew you were not going to see him in a bit. You would, but that would be somewhere around 4 in the morning, when he would knock too loudly at your door, drunk. His friends would tell you he gave your address. You would usher him inside quickly, hoping not to wake the neighbours up.
He would smell of some cheap sweet perfume, the smell would make you want to vomit. He would guide himself to your room, take out his clothes from your closet and put them on. Settle himself between your covers and then pull you on his lap. Kiss you like his life depended on it. Sneak his hands under your shirt and play with your boobs and you would sit on his lap. He would tell you how you were the only one.
You knew it all to well. It was a routine. He was your habit just as much as you were.
You wondered how you reached this place.
Summer 2019
“Fuck!"
You were in the wrong building, on the wrong campus. And not only that, you were late. To your first day of uni. Sure you let yourself sleep 10mins more in the morning. But you didn’t know it was gonna result in you being late.
lmk what you think! and feel free to send ask or comment down if you want to be tagged. your thoughts on the ch would be appreciated!
synopsis:just like the moon changes it’s phases, you see jungkook change himself. but unlike the moon, you don’t see him come back to the way he was before.
rating:18+
warning:fuckboy!jk(this should be a warning.), angst. HEAVY FUCKING ANGST. lots of drama, toxic relationships, manipulation, tons of drinking and parties, drugs, toxic friendships, anxiety, panick attacks, explicit smut, everyone is an asshole. crying, throwing ups, making bad decisions, regretting said bad decisions, oc being impulsive, misunderstanding, lots of arguing and fights, physical fights. brief fluff.
— Do you remember? The heat of summer? You said forvever.
warning:fuckboy!jk(this should be a warning.), angst. HEAVY FUCKING ANGST. lots of drama, toxic relationships, manipulation, tons of drinking and parties, drugs, toxic friendships, anxiety, panick attacks, explicit smut, everyone is an asshole. crying, throwing ups, making bad decisions, regretting said bad decisions, oc being impulsive, misunderstanding, lots of arguing and fights, physical fights. brief fluff.
(more to be added. each chapter has individual warnings)
synopsis:just like the moon changes it’s phases, you see jungkook change himself. but unlike the moon, you don’t see him come back to the way he was before.
— Do you remember? The heat of summer? You said forvever.
warning:fuckboy!jk(this should be a warning.), angst. HEAVY FUCKING ANGST. lots of drama, toxic relationships, manipulation, tons of drinking and parties, drugs, toxic friendships, anxiety, panick attacks, explicit smut, everyone is an asshole. crying, throwing ups, making bad decisions, regretting said bad decisions, oc being impulsive, misunderstanding, lots of arguing and fights, physical fights. brief fluff.
(more to be added. each chapter has individual warnings)
synopsis:just like the moon changes it’s phases, you see jungkook change himself. but unlike the moon, you don’t see him come back to the way he was before.
— Do you remember? The heat of summer? You said forvever.
You were in the wrong building, on the wrong campus. And not only that, you were late. To your first day of uni. Sure you let yourself sleep 10mins more in the morning. But you didn’t know it was gonna result in you being late.
You scurried across the campus, trying to keep your books together. As you practically sprinted, you saw someone come your way. You tried to stop yourself, but before you knew it, you collided with what felt like a hard surface. And then a harder surface. Oh god, why was this happening?
You squinted your eyes open, ready to brace yourself of the situation that was about to unfold. Your books scattered all around, forms lying in different directions, your bag somewhere along with the rest and in the midst was a human.
A big human. Not a hulk sized human but definitely built and taller than you human.
For a minute you stood there, looking at the mess in front of you. Your eyes shifted to you watch, which you hoped wasn’t cracked.
11:26am
SHIT
You scrambled your way towards your forms, which looked like they were one minute away from flying away and bidding you goodbye. You picked them up, hurriedly, not even paying attention to the grunts that was coming from the human who was still lying on the ground.
“Can you, maybe, help me up?” a male voice grunted. A very smooth malevoice.You did not have time for this.
“Sorry, but I’m in a hurry. Can you maybe help me collect my things?"
"I would love to but you decided to knock my down” he said, voice sounding a little closer.
You turned around to watch him pat the rolled up sleeves on his right arm, tattoos running all over the exposed part and getting hidden under the sleeves.
“You look fine.” you said, then looked at his face.
Damn
You sucked in a breath, the little action seen by him. A smirk played on his face, as he bent down to pick up your books. Keep it together, Y/N
You wordlessly turned around, gathering all the forms and your bag. “Thanks…..” you said, looking at him as he handed you your books back.
“Jungkook”
“Thanks, Jungkook."
You looked at your watch, hoping not too much time passed between this.
11:28am
fuck. FUCK!
You widened your eyes, looking at him once, and then dashed. A breathy laugh left his mouth as he watched you run away.
The first girl, Jungkook didn’t flirt with on the first interaction
-
You kind of expected the office lady to yell at you for being thirty-five minutes late. Albeit, you did explain to her how you got lost, she was definitely not having it. What you didn’t expect was for her to assign you to bring a whole bunch of paper, which you had no idea where to bring from. Yes, she did give you a name but you were sure in a campus this big, you were gonna get lost again.
Fortunately, you met a girl on the way of you loosing your mind. When you explained to her, which she didn’t understand at first, she said she’d help you with the papers.
"How are you joining this late?” Yura asked you.
“It was a late admission. I just came back from the States three days ago.” you struggled to keep up with the heavy stack of paper which you were now carrying back to the main office. “Why does she need so many paper?” you huffed, gesturing to the stack which you both had.
“I don’t know man.” Yura laughed. “So you’re from the States?"
"Oh, no. I was there for a long time but I’m definitely not from the US.”
“Yeah, you look too Asian.” she deadpanned.
You smiled, ready to say I know. But before you knew, you hit a hard surface yet again. “Oh for fuck’s sake!!” you groaned.
Today was definitely not your day, you concluded. You got up, ready to yell at whoever you bumped at. “I’m so sorry!!"
You looked up to see a blonde guy. A very pretty blonde guy. Doesn’t matter "Oh my god! Y/N, you okay?” Yura hurried towards you. “No, I’m not!” you glared at the boy who looked at you with wide eyes, before bending down to pick up the papers.
“Oh, Hi Chim!” Yura said, finally acknowledging the guy.
“You know him?” you kept glaring at Chim? That’s his name?
“Yeah. He’s a friend.” she said, looking between you and him.
“Hi, I’m Jimin,” he held out his hand and that’s when you realized that you were still on the ground. You rolled your eyes but still took his hand, letting him pull you up. “Why don’t I help you girl’s carry these,” he paused to look at the paper, eyeing them in confusion, “to wherever the fuck you’re taking them.”
“Y-”
“Where are you taking them?” he interrupted, looking at you both weirdly.
“To the main office. Don’t ask.” Yura stopped him before he could continue.
“Okay. Main office it is.” he said, taking half from your stack and half from Yura’s.
The three of you walked back to the office, getting scolded by the office lady again. Maybe she was having a bad day too.
“Why don’t we go to eat something?” Jimin suggested. He looked at you, “I’ll pay. Make up for all that” he gestured his hands in the air.
“Sure.” you didn’t have the energy to argue honestly. And your stomach was growling, so why not!
“Hey guys! Meet Y/N.” Jimin yelled from a distance to a group of people. A big group.
“They cannot hear you, dumbass” you flicked his head.
“Ow!"
"That’s for making me fall.” you said looking forward.
“What were you yelling, dude?” a guy with deep voice asked, looking at you first and then Jimin. “You both are late.” he pointed at both Jimin and Yura then.
“I was saying, Meet Y/N, guys. I knocked her down.” he said.
A few whistling sounds were heard along with oohs. “Hey!” you exclaimed.
“Not that knocked. Knocked as in she fell because of me. It was hilarious” he concluded earning another flick from you.
“You fell again,huh?"
That voice. That smooth fucking voice. You knew that voice.
"You.” you turned around, to find him on a bike. A black matte Ducati to be precise. He winked at you before continuing “Sorry Hyung, but I knocked her up first."
You stared at him as he finished his sentence, not taking his eyes off of you once.
"Okay,” One of them said, breaking the tension. “Let’s go. I’m hungry."
"Jungkook, take someone with you. You have an empty seat” a short guy, with a deep voice, (what’s with them being so good-looking and having such nice voices?) pointed at him
“Where are we going?” you looked at Yura for an explanation.
“You’ll see!” one of the guys said. “I’m Seokjin, by the way.”
“Oh, hi.” you said looking at him. “Now let’s go!” he said, grabbing a hold of your wrist and pulling you towards a car, where the others got in.
“I think I’ll take her, hyung.” you saw Jungkook’s bike in front of you, before you saw him. “Well, suit yourself. Hold him tightly Y/N, he drives real fast.” and with that Seokjin got in the car.
You looked at Yura and you saw something of a concern in her face before she quickly masked it with a smile.
“Hop on, Princess.”
“You promise you won’t kill me?” you asked, holding the back of his shoulders and hoisting yourself up on his bike. “Not if it makes you hold me.” he said, head sidewards looking at you, face mere inches away from yours, as you by default leaned towards him due to the high seat.
“I didn’t catch your name, yet.” he said, hot breath fanning your lips.
“Sure you did.” you murmured.
“Yes, I did. But I wanna hear you say it."
"Y/N."
"Y/N.” the words rolled off his tongue smoothly, and that’s the first time you felt an ache in your chest. You weren’t sure why you felt it, but you knew it wasn’t going to be the last time.
As the crowds disappeared, you and your family stayed where you were sat, hanging around until finally Jin appeared. “What did you guys all think of the show?” He asked everyone.
“I’ve never seen a show like it,” your dad confidently told him.
Your mum quickly pulled Jin into a hug, “I can’t believe my son in law is such a superstar.”
You muttered an apology to him as your mum squeezed him tightly. “If you’re wondering, she absolutely loved the show.”
Jin nodded with a chuckle as he wrapped his arms around her too, “that’s all that I wanted from tonight, for you guys to all enjoy yourself,” he told every member of your family.”
Your dad patted against his back too, “you were incredible, better than I could have ever expected you to be.”
“Thank you,” Jin smiled in reply to him, relieved that the show had gone done well.
Once he had finished greeting everyone else, he finally made his way across to you. “And what did you think of the show?”
“I think you were as amazing as you always are.”
Yoongi:
The smile on your mum’s face as soon as Yoongi showed you where you’d all be for their show that night. “It’s nice and out of the way so that you won’t get disturbed by anyone.”
“The view of the stage is amazing,” your dad quickly noted.
A chuckle came from you as he sat down in his seat, “are the seats good enough for you?”
Everyone’s heads all nodded in reply to Yoongi straight away. “I just want to see the show now,” your mum encouraged.
Your smile was soft as Yoongi looked across to you, relieved to see your head nodding back at him too. “I think everyone’s looking forward to seeing you perform for the very first time.”
Yoongi’s smile was weak as you spoke, “I really hope that I don’t mess up, there’s plenty of pressure with you all watching.”
“Just pretend like we’re not here,” your mum suggested, trying to make him feel better.
Your dad hummed in agreement with her, “is that why we’re sat over here so that you can’t see us as you’re performing?”
“That might have had a little bit to do with it.”
Hoseok:
A chuckle came from you as Hobi cut off mid rap, stopping in his tracks as he spotted you in the crowd. “Look,” you yelled out to him, pointing down the rest of your row of seats.
“Oh,” he gulped, recognising many of the faces just beside you.
You could tell straight away that he was panicking. “You’re doing really well,” you yelled.
As your family began to spot Hobi, he felt his heart racing more and more. “Hobi, are you good?” Jin asked, passing him by.
Hobi’s hand nervously stretched out, pointing what he had seen out to Jin. “I had no idea that they were here?” Hobi stuttered, “I was acting like a right idiot earlier on in the show.”
Jin threw his arm over Hobi’s shoulders, “they’ve all got smiles on their faces so you can’t be doing that badly.”
“I’m scared to mess up,” Hobi admitted, knowing that everyone was still watching.
Jin’s head shook back at him, “it’s obvious that they like you, that’s why they’re here. Just keep doing you and they’ll love it.”
“You’re right, I’ve just got to carry on now.”
Namjoon:
The moment that your family caught Namjoon’s eyes he started waving, chuckling to himself. “Mum, look,” you told her, nudging her side so that she could see that Namjoon had found you.
“There he is,” she excitedly grinned, waving back to Namjoon.
He took a couple of steps closer towards your family, “are you enjoying it?” He asked.
No one else knew what he was saying, trying their best to read Namjoon’s lips through the loud screams around them.
Their eyes all looked to you for a little bit of help. “He’s asking if you’re enjoying the show,” you told them as everyone turned back to the stage and all nodded their heads in reply to Namjoon.
His smile widened as soon as he saw the positive response that he got from your family, taking a couple of steps back.
“How can he hear us?” Your mum asked, barely able to even hear you next to her.
You wrapped your arm around her to pull her towards you, “we’ve perfect lipreading to talk to each other at loud shows.”
“You two really think of everything together.”
Jimin:
Your eyes looked behind you as you felt a hand tapping against your shoulder. “You never told us that he could dance like this,” your mum told you, pointing up at Jimin on the stage.
“He’s showing off,” you shouted over the crowd noise.
Her eyes widened as you spoke, “I thought you said that he didn’t know that we were here.”
“He spotted you ages ago, but you were too busy dancing,” you informed, “haven’t you noticed he’s just on this side of the arena now.”
Your mum’s eyes widened even more as she realised that Jimin hadn’t moved from their eyeline. “Why is he trying to impress us? Doesn’t he know how great we all think he is.”
Your head nodded in reply to her, “he just wants to make sure that you know how good of a dancer he is tonight mum.”
“He’s not just good, he’s amazing,” she complimented with a proud smile too.
Your smile was relieved to hear how much she was enjoying watching Jimin. “You’ll have to get him to teach you something one day.”
“No way, I could never do what he does Y/N.”
Taehyung:
As soon as the song came to an end, Taehyung came down off of the stage, walking across to where you and your family were. “Are you guys having fun?” He asked, moving his mic away.
“This place is amazing,” your mum told him quickly.
Your dad nodded in agreement with her, “I can’t hear myself think, but it’s great Taehyung.”
“You should see them dancing,” you added, smiling across at Taehyung, “I played them a few of your songs on the way here to familiarise them.”
His heart raced as your parents both shyly looked away. “I’ll make sure that I keep an eye out for some of those moves during the next set of songs,” he promised your family.
A chuckle came from you as your mum’s head shook, “I’m nowhere as good as what you’re doing up on that stage.”
“Do you want to come up?” Taehyung joked, offering his hand out for her to take.
She jokingly leaned over the barrier and nudged him away, “you don’t want your embarrassing in law dancing up on that stage with you.”
“There’s nothing embarrassing about dancing Y/M/N.”
Jungkook:
As Jungkook failed to pay attention to what was being said to him, Jimin walked across and waved his hand in front of his face. “Are you not listening?” Jimin joked with him.
“Yeah, I was talking to you,” Taehyung called out.
Jimin looked across at Jungkook in confusion, “have you forgotten that you’re on stage?”
“Sorry,” Jungkook laughed, looking away from the crowd and across the stage to where Taehyung was. “I just spotted my in laws in the crowd.”
The noise in the arena immediately lifted as the other boys tried to spot you and your family too. “Where are they?” Jin laughed, covering the light with his hand over his eyes.
Jungkook pointed across to where you were all stood, with Yoongi walking over. “Are you enjoying the show?” He asked your family.
“They’re nodding,” Jin called out into his microphone as everyone nodded in reply.
The smile on Jungkook’s face turned up as soon as he saw that they were enjoying themselves. “I’m paying attention again, I promise.”
A cheer came from Jin as he scrolled through your phone, stopping you from scrolling through his phone as you tried to find an embarrassing photo.
“Can I look through the album called Jin? Does that have some photos of me in?” He enquired.
“How have you found that album?” You sighed, narrowing your eyes as Jin turned your phone around to show you what he’d found.
“I was just looking for photos.”
Your head hung low as Jin clicked on the album and started to look through it, “just look through it and try not to let it go to your head that I’ve got an album of photos for you.”
“My ego is loving this,” Jin declared.
A scoff came from you as you tried your best to look back through his phone for a photo. “Just pretend you didn’t see it.”
Jin’s head shook at your request, “I am never forgetting that I found this album, when people tell me that I’m punching, I can tell them that I’m not the one with a dedicated album.”
“You’re enjoying this too much.”
“I am absolutely loving it.”
Yoongi:
You stopped what you were doing as soon as you heard Yoongi speak, glancing back to see his eyes looking down at what you were doing on your phone.
“What are you doing? Why have you got an album called Yoongi?” He asked you, slightly uncertain.
“Just moving a few photos,” you told him, not giving too much away, but Yoongi quickly pieced together what you were up to.
“Moving photos to my album?”
Your head nodded slowly as the corners of Yoongi’s smile quickly turned up. “I like to keep my photos tidy, and I’ve got thousands of photos in my phone just of you.”
“An album just for me,” Yoongi sniggered.
Your eyes rolled at how excited he seemed, “it’s not that big of a deal,” you quickly tried to tell him, but Yoongi’s head shook.
His hand reached across so that he could click on the album, “why don’t you show me some of the photos that you have? I can delete some of the photos that I don’t like of me.”
“All of them are nice Yoongi.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.”
Hoseok:
As a laugh came from Hobi, your eyes darted across to see what it was that had caught his attention whilst he scrolled through his phone to pass the time.
“A woman here has seven albums on her phone dedicated to her boyfriend,” he scoffed in disbelief.
“Really? I only have one,” you hummed under your breath, only realising how loud you had been when Hobi’s eyes widened.
“You have an album just for me?”
You nodded back at him, confused as to what his thoughts on it were as his expression remained blank. “I like to have one to keep photos tidy, but seven is a bit extreme.”
“Are you sure it’s just one?” He teased you.
Your hand reached back to take your phone out of your pocket, “I’m not sad enough to have seven albums dedicated to you.”
The smile on Hobi’s face quickly turned up, “if you had seven albums, I’d be asking you some questions. Come on, let me see some of the photos that you’ve got saved in yours.”
“It’s just the one though.”
“One is the perfect number.”
Namjoon:
Your head nodded as Namjoon asked if he could take a look at the photo that he had taken on your phone, keen to see how it had turned out to post.
“Which album do I need to click on?” Namjoon called out, looking through your albums in confusion.
“I’ll do it,” you panicked, reaching across to try and take your phone from Namjoon, but his eyes had already found what you wanted to hide.
“Is this an album called Namjoon?”
Your head nodded nervously as Namjoon looked across to you in surprise. “I made it some time ago so that I had all of the pictures that I have of you in one place,” you explained.
“There’s no need to be shy,” Namjoon encouraged.
You smiled weakly as he clicked on the album and started looking through. “Most of these photos you had no idea I’d taken.”
A chuckle came from him as he remembered some of the things that he was doing in a few of the photos. “I can’t believe you have an album for me, I should make one for you in my phone.”
“Joon, you don’t have to.”
“I do because I want to.”
Jimin:
You shyly looked down as Jimin found your album in your phone just for him, placing your phone back in your lap and grabbing his phone out of his back pocket.
“I do the same,” he suddenly told you, scrolling through his phone to try and find what he wanted.
“You have one saved for me?” You asked in surprise, looking through the album that Jimin showed you that he had on his phone.
“I like it when I go on the road?”
Your eyes widened as Jimin glanced across at you, “I have my album for when you’re on the road too,” you sniggered, throwing your head back at how similar you both were.
“I guess we must miss each other,” he smiled.
Your head nodded straight away in reply, “I’ve looked through this album so much when I’ve not been able to talk to you.”
Jimin nodded in agreement as he carried on scrolling with a wide smile on his face. “I look at this album constantly, the boys have threatened to limit the time that I spend looking at it.”
“Are you really that bad?”
“Of course, I miss you a lot.”
Taehyung:
Your eyes rolled as Taehyung continued to tapping on your phone to tease you, not paying attention to what he was doing until he looked down at the screen.
“What’s this?” Taehyung laughed as he noticed whilst winding you up, he’d opened up your photos.
“What are you doing?” You asked, peering past Taehyung’s shoulder to see that he had opened up the album that you had just for him.
“Is this an album just about me?”
Your eyes didn’t quite know where to look as Taehyung’s stared across at you. “It might be,” you whispered, knowing that he was smirking without even needing to look.
“Do you love me that much?” He joked.
Once again your eyes rolled, hating how smug Taehyung sounded. “I just did it to make life easier for me, that’s the only reason.”
Taehyung’s head shook, spotting you trying your best to control your smile. “You did it to make life easier because you love looking at the face of the person you love much more easily.”
“Can we change the subject?”
“I’m just getting started Y/N.”
Jungkook:
You stopped scrolling as a hand came down to tap against your phone, scrolling back up slightly as Jungkook thought that he spotted something interesting.
“What was that album called?” He asked you, sensing that he had noticed what he thought he had.
“What album?” You enquired as Jungkook found what it was that he was looking for, tapping against the album and seeing exactly what it was.
“You’ve got an album called Jungkook.”
You shyly nodded back across at Jungkook as he began to scroll through some of the photos. “I thought I’d save them there so that I always have them in one place.”
“How did I never know this?” He chuckled.
Your shoulders shrugged in reply, “I guess it was just one of those things that I didn’t tell you, I thought it was embarrassing.”
Jungkook’s head shook if anything he found your album completely adorable. “I really like it; do you mind showing me through a few of the photos that you’ve got taken of me?”
