#jeon jungkook imagines

SAVIOR.

the one where it was either seokjin or jeongguk who was going to advance to the next game.

━ seokjin & jeongguk (platonic jinkook)
━ 1.4k words.
━pg-15
━ angst; squid game au; inspired by a tiktok comment i saw recently that i cant remember specifically where :<
━warning/s: taking place in the marble scene of the series so… character death obvs | also,,, my writing is rusty lmao so this might be really really bad and feel really really rushed as well lmao (i really just wanna post this so dont mind me yall ahsjsahsaj)

Jeongguk could only stare at Seokjin once the announcer stopped informing the players of what the next game was going to be.

He couldn’t determine what Seokjin’s expression meant; all he could see was how the guy’s eyebrows rose and how his lips somehow turned upwards in a slight smirk, as if he was actually amused by the unexpected turn of events and not frightened nor conflicted by it like all the people in this makeshift village were feeling after hearing about the mechanics of the next game they were going to partake in. But in the decades they have treated each other as brothers, worked together and trusted no one as fully as the rest among the crowd of strangers and desperate people like them in the four days there were stuck in this arena, Jeongguk no longer questioned Seokjin’s calmness with regards to what was supposed to take place in the next 30 minutes.

“What game do you want to play?” Seokjin asked finally, turning his eyes to him with a lopsided smile.

Jeongguk didn’t answer. His hands only clenched into fists.

“Should we just play the classic one? The one where we guess if the number of marbles in our hand are even or odd?”

“I want to choose another player,” Jeongguk said, his head however directed to the masked guard in charge of them and not at Seokjin.

As expected, the masked guard didn’t reply, didn’t even make a subtle movement of approval or disapproval for that matter, and before Jeongguk could decide to march up to the person and demand that his request be acknowledged, Seokjin weakly held his shoulder in warning, knowing that there was nothing they could do to change the course of their ‘fate’.

“Jeongguk—”

“We’re supposed to get out of here together,” Jeongguk explained agitatedly. “How the fuck is that going to happen if we’re supposed to be play as opponents.”

“It’s not like we ever played as partners prior.” Seokjin snorted. “Besides, you can’t honestly believe that, do you?”

His frustrated expression faltered, replaced with confusion and outraged at the nerve of being asked that question. “What?”

“We knew right from the beginning that there was only going to be one winner in this competition, Guk,” Seokjin explained with a nonchalant shrug. “It’s not like they were going to let us bag the 45.6 billion won as a pair. I thought you understood that when we went back here.”

“I did.”

“Then what’s with the showcase of attitude?”

“Showcase of attitude?” he repeated. “Aren’t you angry at the fact that we’re supposed to kill each other right now? Why are you making it seem like I’m overreacting and throwing a fucking tantrum, huh?”

Seokjin sighed. “We’re not killing each other.”

“Oh,yeah, we’re just letting the other get murdered, is that it?”

“Jeongguk—”

“I’m not playing this game with you,” he hissed.

“Well, I’m not letting the both of us get killed too.” Seokjin huffed, nodding towards the huge LED timer hanging on the wall. “We’ve already come this far. I’m not going to waste the opportunity of either of us joining the next round just because the situation isn’t ideal. We have 28 minutes left. What do you want to play?”

“There has to be another way, Hyung.”

Seokjin frowned. This was the first time he actually saw Jeongguk looking defeated and worried over the time they had to compete in this messed up competition. “Don’t worry,” he said instead, plastering another smile as he jiggled the black pouch full of marbles playfully to him, “I’ll go easy on you.”

“Don’t… don’t do that.”

“Does that mean you’ll go easy on me instead then?” The playful tone was still there.

“Hyung,” he gritted his teeth, more seriously now, “promise me you won’t go easy on me.”

“Alright,” Seokjin nodded and even held his pink out, “I promise.”

Jeongguk didn’t bother answering after that, just letting out a gust of frustrated breath as he felt that he had no choice but to comply due to Seokjin’s firmness about the matter.

The thing was though—the both of them always knew who had the upperhand when it came to games or anything in general, really. Right from when they were kids, it has always been Jeongguk who was hailed the winner or the best among the two of them; he was a naturally skilled kid after all, the type to always be the best in anything he pursued. However, in Seokjin’s defense, the reason why he lost most of the time too wasn’t because of the fact that he was bad himself which made winning easy for the younger man, but because as predictable as it was, Seokjin purposely didn’t try that hard for the result to be always in the favor of the former as well, something that Jeongguk only began noticing when he reached 17 years old and realized that there was no simple way in prevailing against him, ultimately causing Seokjin to finally fight fair.

That was why Jeongguk also didn’t want to play with him. He knew what Seokjin was going to do even at situation like this where his own life was at stake, and he didn’t trust him enough to not do otherwise.

“You cheated.”

Seokjin glanced up from looking at their palms, that same amused smirk conquering his lips. Jeongguk just guessed the right number group that Seokjin was playing with, wagering with an amount that was exact to it too. “Shouldn’t I say that between the two of us?” he asked, already pouring the last marble—the single only one that was left in his possession—to Jeongguk’s pouch.

“You… you’re doing it on purpose,” Jeongguk breathed out, his hand shaking and pulling the pouch closer to him in attempt to haul it farther from Seokjin, but he didn’t move it fast enough to prevent the latter’s movements for it to be of any worth. “You never play fair. I’m not a fucking kid anymore for you to do this to me—”

“I didn’t cheat, Guk—”

“You fucking did!”

“How? Can’t you see that you deserved this win?”

Jeongguk was beginning to burn in rage. Because of Seokjin, because of the stupid game, because of their choice to go back here, because of the reality of what’s about to commence—

“It’s okay, Jeongguk.” Seokjin interrupted his train of thought, hurriedly yet gently enclosing the small bag black containing all the marbles inside Jeongguk’s fist. “You deserved it.”

“What?” he exclaimed, eyes glaring at the older man, eyes watering at the thought of losing him. “How in the hell is this okay? Do you even fucking realize what—”

“—I do.”

“What?” He shouted in complete resentment now, not stopping himself from letting all his emotions out.

Seokjin smiled, in a manner that showed only sadness and annoying authenticity. “Hyung will do it, Jeongguk.”

“What?” he repeated for the nth time, knees seemingly buckling with his tears finally falling on his cheeks.

“LetHyungdo it,” Seokjin said. “It’s okay.”

Jeongguk couldn’t help but suddenly grasp Seokjin’s collar harshly, pushing him against the wall in violence that made the guard automatically point his gun at the side of Jeongguk’s head, an action that the latter didn’t care about. “Are you fuckingcrazy?” he snarled.

“It’s easier this way.”

“No!”

“It’s okay, Jeongguk,” Seokjin grabbed his hands on his shirt and forcefully removed it, “it’s okay.”

“No,” Jeongguk shook his head rapidly, trying still to stop Seokjin while he walked to the guard to present his empty pouch, “I won’t let you do this—”

“You won.”

“Hyung—”

“Hyung will do it.” He finished again, one last turn being done before his hands rose up to grasp Jeongguk’s shoulders tightly. “You won it fair and square. So, make sure to win the rest of the game too, alright?”

“Hyung…” Jeongguk practically begged, but Seokjin only patted his back and immediately showed the empty pouch he had to the masked guard to declare the loser of the game. He, on the other hand, couldn’t move his feet even if he wanted to; he understood that maybe this has always been Seokjin’s plan all along—to help him in the games but never succeed it with him.

Jeongguk felt Seokjin squeeze his shoulder again and he stared at him with bloodshot eyes.

“You did well, Guk,” he said, another squeeze until he retracts his arm back to his side. “Thanks for playing with me for the last time.”

As the guard lifted their weapon, Jeongguk’s gaze shifted from Seokjin’s face to the gun, the finger on the trigger being pressed in what looked like in slow motion.

Unthinkingly, Jeongguk ran towards Seokjin.

BANG!

The two of them staggered.

A long silence.

“Player 091, eliminated.”

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LOVE ME OR LEAVE ME. (2/2)

“the one where jeongguk finds himself choosing you.”

━ boyfriend!jeongguk x reader
━ 1.1k words.
━pg-15
━ fluff, light angst, established relationship au
━warning/s: mentions of near death experience | continuation of this drabble!
━ requested by anon for the ‘drinks and drabbles’ drabble game !! 

jungkook + hot chocolate with whiskey (lmao) + part two to love me or leave me where maybe jungkook does go back to the reader bc he does love her but he’s almost too late bc she almost d*es or something along those lines pls

“guk? earth to guk?”

jeongguk snaps out of his daze and looks at myeonhee who was staring at him worriedly. he smiles and places the can of beer he has been holding back on the table before he rubs his face, taking deep breaths.

“i’m sorry,” he says, “i’m just kinda out of it. what were you saying again?”

“did you and ____ fight or something? you always look so shitty when that happens,” she teases.

he leans back on his seat.

truth be told, he hasn’t been telling myeonhee of your hard feelings when it came to him spending more time with her. he thinks it would just bring more complications and would only make his head hurt more, and he really was hoping that somehow you and myeonhee would turn out to be best friends in the end too as the thought of his girlfriend and best friend being best buddies was a great thing to really happen.

“yeah,” he sighs. “actually, i think i should call her.”

“sure.” she shrugs, carrying on drinking while jeongguk goes to the balcony of her apartment to call you.

when he called, he definitely wasn’t expecting to be greeted by a foreign voice instead. he wasn’t expecting to be told that you were in emergency room, alive and well—thank god—but was bearing minor injuries due to almost being hit by a drunk driver on your way back home after buying something from the convenience store.

in that moment, it feels like his surroundings begin to shift in slow motion as his stomach drops, and he didn’t need to hear more before he ran back inside and told myeonhee that he needed to go and see you, explaining in gibberish that you were in the hospital and that you needed him, and she nodded, saying to update her on what happened when he got there.

“will you be okay here?” he still asked her in worry and she smiled, gesturing for him to go.

“yeah, i’ll manage, guk. just go to ____.”

now, jeongguk’s standing by the door of the emergency room, just arrived and is staring at you as you talk to the doctor, looking bored and at the same time miserable. you look fine, he really was grateful for that, though there were still some bandages over your elbows and knees, the material of your sweatpants dirty and torn off, your shirt dirty as well.

“____!” he calls and you turn to him, raising your eyebrows and then furrowing them, hastily looking away. “are you okay? does it hurt? what happened and—”

“i’m okay,” you say, giving one final smile to the doctor who took care of your wounds for you.

“okay?” jeongguk repeats in a scoff. “they said you almost got hit by a car.”

“yeah, well, i didn’t.” you tell him. “why are you even here, anyway? aren’t you supposed to be with myeonhee?”

“you almost got hit by a car.” he repeats it one more time, like it was enough explanation. “why wouldn’t i be here?”

“you’re not my boyfriend anymore.”

his face hardens at that. “i still am.”

“no, you’re not. so, please, just—” you try to get him out of your way as you hop off the hospital bed but your legs buckle and jeongguk’s quick to hold onto your forearms, supporting you.

“i am,” he firmly says. “now, don’t be stubborn and wait here while i get a wheelchair.”

you don’t answer nor look at him, but you stay put when he hurriedly goes to get a wheelchair indeed, coming back to you and literally forcing you to go sit. he’s even the one who takes care of your discharge papers and pushes you out of the hospital and to his car, which you tell him again and again that you didn’t want to get into since you much prefer to take a taxi home.

“get in.”

you cross your arms. “no. take me to the entrance, i want to get a taxi and—”

“____, i swear to god.” he groans and moves in front of you, crouching down. “please, i know you’re still mad but can you get in the car first so that you can go home?”

“no.”

“yes.”

“no.”

“say no one more time and i’m carrying you my—”

“no.” you glare at him.

jeongguk puffs his cheeks and tilts his head before suddenly hooking his arms behind your back and knees, keeping his word and abruptly carrying you to the awaiting passenger’s seat. you complain further, demanding that he puts you down but he ignores your protests, instead just focusing and successfully placing you inside his car, even being the one who puts the seatbelt in.

“comfortable?” he asks as he finishes locking it in.

you look at him. “i don’t want to be here.”

“you don’t have a choice.”

“this is basically kidnapping.”

“babe, come on,” he sighs exasperatedly, “what do you want me to do? i’m sorry for what i did earlier, okay? it was a dick move but stop making it complicated for me to bring you home.”

you continue staring at him. “how did you even know i was here?”

“the nurse answered your phone when i tried calling you.”

“why were you calling me?”

“because i wanted to say sorry.” he crouches down again beside you outside the vehicle so that you two can be in level with each other. “i’m really sorry if i make it seem like i choose her all the time. it’s just that… we’ve been best friends since we were kids—she dealt with a lot of my shit back then so i always feel the need to return the favor.”

you sigh, looking at your fingers. “i know. i was just… tired, and i wanted to spend time with you tonight but…”

“yeah.” he smiles sadly. “i was an asshole, i know.”

“good.”

he chuckles and gets your hands, making you look at him again. “do you forgive me now, baby?”

“i… i don’t know.”

“okay, that’s alright. but will you at least let me stay with you when i take you home?”

you purse your lips, glancing at your intertwined hands, his thumb rubbing the back of it gently.

“sure.”

“will you let me kiss you too?”

you’re back meeting his eyes and you can feel your face heating up. “okay.”

jeongguk smiles and leans up so he can kiss you, his mouth lingering on yours longer than you expect, and then he pulls back, kisses you one more time and gazes at you.

“i’m really glad you’re okay, you know. i don’t know what i would have done if you weren’t.”

you inhale deeply. “me too.”

he grins. “let’s go home, baby?”

you nod and he stands up, closing the door and jogging to the driver’s seat, wearing his seatbelt before he gives you one last smile and drives.

note. i hope this lived up to everyone’s expectations i was surprised when a lot just asked for a love me or leave me sequel because it was,,, meh JSKAJSJA anyways, i hope you’ll like this one too !! feedback is so appreciated as always hehe and thank you for reading

Aubade || jjk

| Aubade | n.| au•bade | meaning: a poem or piece of music appropriate to the dawn or early morning. |

⤷Genre:romance; fluff; light angst; husband!jungkook x wife!reader.

⤷Warnings:themes of fear; insecurity.

Jungkook had a way with effortlessly stealing words directly from your mouth.

It was almost facile to your love as he bound you within a stunned silence and left you gaping at his every soft act of love, whether it was a mere kiss stolen before his elders or a plethora of romantic whispers trickling into your ears.

He burned your flesh with an addictive warmth and made you gasp into his affections, reducing you to a stuttering and feeble mess in all he did.

But none of these things mentioned could compare once the disheveled curls and sleepy irises of your lover peeked into the warmth you found in his blankets, his eagerness to have your undivided attention fluttered your heart before the sun had even kissed the sky.

Your sleepy hums and whispers of love that were always promised to escape your lips when you first awakened were taken from your throat once his slender fingers delicately slipped the other half of his ear buds into the hollow of your ear.

“I need you to hear this, love.” He whispered his needs as his only explanation for his excitement that almost trembled his every limb.

Your lips parted in a silent question of what he had meant, but the words melted upon your tongue the moment the rich tones of your love’s voice spilled over your senses as he delicately crooned of the words of love to fill your heart.

Your sleepy mind was suddenly serenaded by every soft note or poetic lyric as his honeyed voice dripped into your senses, to capture your heart with the words of love he confessed your relationship had inspired, you were astounded.

The alluring crescendo kissed your cheeks with the warmth only your lover could elicit, as the crest stirred the butterflies of your stomach in the early hour of blurred vision and sleepy love’s.

The devoted symphony toyed with your heart and dizzied your head within Jungkooks arms until the charming music melted into the cathartic sounds of your love’s even breaths that grew shorter in anticipation of your reaction, and his eyes shyly met yours.

“So, what do you think?” His head fell to the side, curious of your thoughts when not a word dared to pierce your silence.

Your love’s molten eyes stared into yours, so soft and warm as he patiently awaited your answer to his question, the twinkle of hope for your approval within him ensnaring your heart.

The string of the ear buds he shared with you tightly connected your bodies, forcing you to share the little space that waned with every inching closer of his body as his creation overwhelmed you with emotions.

His slender fingers nervously toyed with the warm skin of his hands that you wished to hold so closely, but the stunned silence his soft voice entranced you with kept you locked in your place before him, wrapped in his heart just as well as his sheets.

He was so much like a small puppy as he timidly stared into your eyes, his unkempt hair almost begging to have your fingers threaded through the silken locks as it fell into his gaze.

It was only once you realized you had only stared at him through the tears that gathered behind your lashes rather than answer his request for criticisms did he pour the contents of his heart to you.

“I was just thinking so much of you and how much I love you, a-and the words just poured out-”

The nervousness of revealing the raw depths of his love for you poured his thoughts into you as his hand instinctively reached for yours in search of comfort and tranquility.

His dark eyes squeezed shut until his button nose wrinkled with the force he applied and a soft sigh suffocated each of his flustered ramblings and his hand found it’s place, covering your own.

“I just couldn’t get you out of my head.”

He confessed at last, cautiously revealing his starry eyes once more, fearing your rejection of his particular display of his love for you.

But once he felt the familiar weight of your arms wrap around his shoulders as your body pushed him into the plush pillows that waited to hold your entangled bodies, his stomach twisted with affection, because though he doubted himself, he knew deep in his heart that he was safe in your hands once he stared up into your eyes.

However the gentle caresses of his fingers burned the flesh of your thigh, and his heavy stare suffocated every word that formed upon the back of your tongue, yet your lips parted with confidence.

For the very first time in your relationship, you gathered the words he took from your mouth with his soft love, and you returned his displays of love whilst you whispered into the curve of his ear.

“Jungkook, I didn’t think I could physically hold anymore love for you, but-” your words collided with the kisses you fluttered over the line of his jaw and pooled between your tightly wound forms until you tenderly pressed your mouth to his to whisper into the parting of his lips. “I was so very wrong.”

He tenderly peered up at you through unkempt locks and his fingers dug into your soft flesh as he merely gaped at you, simply enamoured by the passion that held him so dearly.

“I meant every word in that song, (Y/n),” he confessed in the intimate moment you found yourselves wrapped within, his fingers reached into the empty spaces of your own, “you make me whole.”

Your heart warmed at his confession of love that came as naturally as oxygen to his lungs, and you fell for him even more as he raised himself beneath you just enough to meet your lips again, after craving the taste for so long.

And with yet another kiss stolen in the first morning light, Jungkook stole your words once again to leave you gasping in his love, to forever promise to leave you speechless with his heart’s devotion.

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More Than Friends || jjk

⤷Genre:romance; fluff; idiots to lovers; college au; oblivious!roommate!jungkook x female!reader.

⤷Warnings:themes of fear; brief mention of nausea; dizziness; pining.

Jungkook was oblivious, almost painfully so.

He was excruciatingly blind to the fond words of every sticky note you placed to his mirror wishing him a wonderful day,

And his ears were torturously deaf to the sweet whispers you murmured into each cuddle session you held at his place that he most likely shouldn’t have overheard.

The flutter of his heart that alighted his chest at the mere trace of your fragrance was overlooked as no more than excitement for your next adventure, and the rosy hue that spread over his cheeks with every kiss you pressed to them was assumed to be a faulty heater.

Even the gentle reveries of kissing your lips or the wonders of how your hair felt around his finger was written off as a mere phase.

Because everyone falls a little in love with their best friend at least once, right?

All of this being why Jungkook gave no second thoughts to your eager persistence to make a filling breakfast together before you classes started, as a team, as friends, rather than allowing him to sneak to the nearest bakery and snag a breakfast burrito that was almost too much to stomach this early in the morning.

Because you shared a home, definitely not because you cared for him.

It was simply routine for him to stare at your features from afar as the warm, morning light accentuated the shape of your face, as you carried out whatever your mind was set to, seemingly unbothered by his blatant admiration, that is until your voice broke him from his focus.

“I love spending time with you, Koo.”

His eyes ascended from the comically large mitts that covered your hands to peer into your own that were already awaiting his.

“I wouldn’t mind spending every morning with you.” His pulse quickened once more at your words but the fact was discarded in the very same breath he took in to answer.

“That’s what friends are for, I’d love to share my mornings with you too.”

He smiled innocently before it quickly faded once he witnessed how the corners of your lips fell, though he remained ignorant of the cause of your change.

Despite your valiant attempt to break through Jungkook’s friendzone to atleast make your feelings known, your lingering glances that remained upon his for a second too long was accepted as nothing significant, just as your hesitance to release his fingers from your grasp as you guided his hands around the whisk was no more than apricity.

Every blantant hint you dropped went unnoticed until you all but shouted to the whole campus of your love. His oblivion of today growing even more tiring than the years you practically confessed to him daily with no response.

Your thoughts of the future dizzied your head until merely thinking of bearing another day by his side without knowing if he returned your love in full physically hurt as you bothed danced around the other in the kitchen.

But you decided you had nothing else but to take matters into your own hands.

So once the familiar heat of his presence stood behind you, you turned upon your heel to effortlessly exchange your positions, his hip pressing into the corner of the counter with every step you took closer.

But just as your eyes locked upon his, they strayed over his features that always tugged your attention back to him, no matter where you found yourself, and your heart faltered in your plan, his perfection drowning your confidence.

Jungkook was the epitome of what humanity wished to be, he was what artists strived in vain to capture, from his dark lashes and his pretty lips to the barely noticeable freckle just below them. He was perfect in your eyes.

“I have something to tell you.”

The words breathlessly spilled into the air between your tightly pressed bodies, as if a cherished secret only ever to be heard by the one who captured your heart.

Your heart slammed against your chest and into his own, but you didn’t have a care in the world, you needed this release.

You drew in a deep breath in one last desperate attempt to settle your nerves and soothe the butterflies he placed within your stomach, before it all spilled out.

“Jungkook, I love you.”

The words slipped past your lips, never to be taken back again now they pierced the air and met his ears. Silence fell over you both as niether dared to answer nor follow up with the weighted confession.

You stared up into his blank expression with the wonders you harbored for more than two decades, still awaiting an answer that manifested itself as a mere furrow of his brows.

You nibbled lightly on the insides of your cheeks as your mind returned to the negatives of your confession, as you waited for the painful sting of rejection or a nervous laugh that churned your stomach.

His lips parted to speak and you winced in anticipation of his next words, but a scoff never came- but rather something you should have predicted.

“Like, more than a friend or?”

Your eyes rounded into spheres as you stared up into his sincere expression, dumbfounded by your clueless love, your eyelid twitching slightly.

He was still so lost with his feelings for his childhood friend, he never wanted to ruin what he did have with you, all for a kiss or the title of a boyfriend, only to lose you in the end. Until you showed him.

You reached to gently dip your fingers into the flawless canvas of his features to cup his cheek within your hands as you rose to the tips of your toes to gently graze his inviting lips with yours.

You could hear your pulse within your ears whilst your fingertips tingled as you kissed your best friend, as a potential lover, that waited for his response.

“I like you a lot more than a friend, dummy.” You whispered, pulling back just a bit to simply admire him once more, just in case he would never be yours to adore again.

Your eyes fell to his lips that were much warmer and sweeter than you expected, even in the fleeting taste you had, to witness your favorite bunny smile of his grace the dewy flesh.

His strong arms which you cuddled into so many nights and ran to for comfort in every drizzly day wrapped around your waist and pulled you into his chest, without an inch of space separating you.

“I like you too.” He confessed at last, and your eyes nearly spilled over with tears, he was finally yours.

His lips met yours as the tip of his nose grazed your cheek with every sweeping of his tongue, and your breath lathed over his skin to elicit goosebumps.

Your fingers reached to thread through the tousled strands of his hair as your bodies pleaded to come closer, as it just felt right.

And once the timer of the oven startled you within his arms and you both parted, breathless with a smile upon your lips, you only hoped Jungkook caught the hint, you liked him much more than a friend.

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