Jungkook stands in front of you in the open space of his dark lounge, you’re sitting on the sofa cross-legged and teary eyed as you both watch the news in horror. Toying with the hem of your white t shirt you can’t stop the cries from cascading down your cheek, the tape has been leaked to the public.
“Taehyung will fix this, he’ll get it deleted,” Jungkook nods as he reassures himself, eyes glued to the television, news reporters going into vivid details about your final night in Bora Bora - including an audio clip of the conversation that followed some of the most intimate moments of your life, “He’s the best attorney money can buy, I’m not just saying it because he’s my friend he’s going to fix this—”
“How could you do this to me?” You whisper, gaze finally meeting his.
“You thinkIdid this?” He’s hugely offended, his hooded eyes animatedly large and round, contrasting to his sharp set jaw, “You actually think I did this?” His voice is raised.
Standing from the sofa you frown, “Did you send the video to one of your friends? Is that it? Is that how this has happened?” You want to believe he’s not capable of something like this but all the evidence is against him – he filmed the video, on his camera, he was the only one with a copy. “Was it just something to send to your group chats? Is that what it was to you?”
“That video was for me and you, nobody else—”
“Then how has this happened?! Explain to me why it’s all over the internet!” Your heart hammers inside your chest as you scream, thrashing your arms about as adrenaline courses your veins.
At this Jungkook pinches the bridge of his nose, trying to calm himself down, “I-, I don’t know.” He exhales, ridding himself of his grey hoodie before he throws it on the sofa, leaving him stood wearing a plain black t shirt.
“Bullshit.” You spit, “You’re the only one who had the video, you expect me to believe you didn’t have something to do this?”
“Why would I do something like this? Hm? Financial gain? Last time I checked I don’t need the money. So what other reason would I have to do this?”
“You tell me.” You scoff, shrugging as you wipe away your tears.
The realisation that you genuinely believe he’s the one to blame suddenly dawns on him, he’s shocked and insulted to say the least, “Y/N I didn’t fucking do this, why would I want anybody to see that video? I’m on it too.”
“Right,” You laugh, though there’s no humour in your tone, “Because this is going to end so badly for you. The only thing that’s going to happen to you is now everybody knows that you’ve got a big cock, guys are going to high-five you and congratulate—”
“Stop it.” Jungkook bites, “I didn’t leak the video.”
“You know what will happen to me?” You’re furious as you continue ranting, wiping your cheeks with shaky hands, “I’ll be known as the slut that billionaire playboy Jungkook fucked. I’m just another name in your little black book! The sugar baby that he spanked in a beach hut—”
“I said stop it!” His voice is louder, “You’re my girlfriend, I’m not going to let that happen.”
“It’s already happened!” You shriek, “I wasn’t your girlfriend in Bora Bora, the media already know what our situation was back then it’s all anybody’s been talking about for the past two days. It’s all over the fucking news Jungkook! The news!”
“You don’t think I know that?!” He growls, “You think this is easy for me? Knowing that people have watched that video?” He’s pacing the room now, fingers pushing his hair back in a hurry.
“Oh I’m so sorry that you’re having a hard time, it must be so difficult knowing that the whole world knows you’re good in bed!” You know you’re being irrational with him, you know it’s hard for him to digest the events of the past three days but you can’t bring yourself to look past the fact he’s the one who’s done this.
“Y/N.” He laughs unamused, shaking his head in disbelief, “Nobody feels worse about this than me.”
“What about me?” You’re quiet, “Do my feelings mean nothing to you?”
“Of course not! That’s not what I meant—”
“Then what did you mean Jungkook? You think that you’re worse off than me in this situation? Knowing that men have watched that thing and… I feel violated. I feel sick. I haven’t slept because I know that it’s spreading like wild fire, I can’t even get into my apartment building without the paparazzi asking me for more adult content.” You’re sobbing now, your breath shaky and shallow.
“You think I don’t feel violated?!” His voice is hoarse as he yells, staring down at you with a face of thunder, “Somebody has leaked a video of me having sex with my girlfriend, not some random girl I don’t care about - my girlfriend. I feel disgusted that people are watching that thing and ogling you without your consent. My fucking parents are devastated, I’m devastated, why don’t you understand that this is hard for me too?!”
“You really expect me to believe that you’re not responsible—”
“You know what? Yeah. I do expect my girlfriend to believe me when I say that I didn’t do this, and the fact you don’t says a lot about what you think of me.”
“Why else would you want to film us in the first place?” You can barely make out his face through your tears, he’s standing two feet away with an expression that can only be described as hurt. “Did you plan for this to happen?”
“Don’t,” He warns, refusing your questions, “In hind sight, it was a fucking stupid idea. If I could go back and change it trust me I would.” There’s a moment of tense silence before he opens his mouth to speak again, “Y/N this wasn’t me, I didn’t do this, I could never do something so… disgusting and inappropriate to you.”
“Disgusting and inappropriate…” You repeat, swallowing the lump in the back of your throat, “You mean like when you wanted to pay me for sex thirty minutes after meeting me?”
At this Jungkook stills entirely, it’s his turn to cry now – he stands in front of you with watery eyes, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth as though that will catch his emotions before they escape, “That’s enough.”
There’s an uncomfortable silence, you’re rightfully upset and angry but even you know that was too far. You try to steady your breathing, toying with the idea of apologising before his words interrupt your thoughts.
“You really think I did it don’t you? That I leaked the video?”
No words are exchanged, instead you nod slowly and look away from his desperate profile, settling your gaze back to the television which is still reporting the story about you both. For obvious reasons the video can’t be aired on TV, so the news stations have settled for a screenshot of you laying beside each other in bed, his arm draped over your waist as he was about to confess his feelings for you, dazed and fucked-out beneath the sheets.
“But what I don’t understand is why…” Your voice is merely a whisper, “Why you would string me along for so long, just to publicly humiliate me break my heart.”
“If you genuinely believe I’m capable of this, you really don’t know anything about me.”
“No,” You grab your bag from the sofa and throw it over your shoulder, looking him dead in the eye for what you assume will be the last time, “I guess I don’t.”
“Y/N wait.”
You don’t look back.
Jungkook watches you leave his apartment with an aching heart, no sooner than you’re hidden behind the golden doors of the elevator he breaks down, sinking to the ground in floods of salty tears. Unbeknownst to him you too are bawling your eyes out as you exit the building, hiding your face from the dozen camera men that wait for you outside.
Genre: Fluff Characters: Jungkook, Reader (+ Bam) Warnings: Slight bad language, but that’s it. Just fluff. Description: While on vacation with you and his band members, Jungkook notices his new puppy, Bam, is gone. Word Count: 560 (Just a little drabble) A/N: I know, I know… you guys are waiting for the update for The Bath House, and it is coming! I promise. But I just had this little scenario in my head that I needed to put out there. Hope you enjoy! x
“Hey hyung, where’s my dog? Have you seen Bam?” Jungkook asked, furrowing his brows in confusion as he took a quick look around the living room.
“No, he’s not in here.” Yoongi responded, not looking up from his game of Mario Kart, where he was concentrating on trying to keep up with Jin’s Yoshi. “I think Y/N took him to her bedroom to play with.”
Jungkook smirked and rolled his eyes, knowing that he should’ve assumed you were up to your puppy stealing antics once again.
“Ok thanks.” He responded, leaving the living room to go up the stairs of the vacation rental, to find you in your temporary bedroom.
You were laying on your side on the bed, back towards the door, completely oblivious to your doe-eyed best friend leaning against the door frame with a grin on his face. You were too preoccupied with Jungkook’s new puppy Bam, who you had only just met this weekend but had fallen absolutely in love with. You cooed at him, petting behind his floppy ears and giggling over his paws that he hasn’t quite grown into yet.
“I found the puppy thief.” Jungkook finally spoke up, causing you to turn your head to look at him over your shoulder.
“Puppy thief? He loves me. He’s spending quality time with his auntie Y/N.” You giggled, turning your attention back to the puppy.
“Auntie Y/N? You’re such a weirdo.” Jungkook teased, chuckling to himself.
“I’M a weirdo? Ok, sure. Taehyung put this poor baby’s ear in his mouth and nobody bats an eye, but I’m the weird one for taking him up here for snuggles. Makes perfect sense.” You playfully sassed back.
Jungkook snorted at your remarks, walking over to the bed to see your hand continuing to scratch in Bam’s favorite spot, right behind his ear.
“You know what I think? I think somebody’s jealous that he’s not getting snuggles.” You told Bam. Jungkook shook his head at the cuteness of you talking about him to his dog.
“You’re really talking shit about me to my dog? Unbelievable.” He smirked.
“Hey! No cussing in front of the baby.” You playfully scolded, turning back to Jungkook. “But I think I’m right. If you wanted snuggles, you could come in and join us, instead of ruining our time together.”
“You know what Y/N? You’re right.” Jungkook said, earning a glare from you.
He crawled onto the bed next to you, forcing you to move over to accommodate him while Bam’s slightly disturbed from the movement, lifting his head up to see what was happening. Jungkook put an arm over you, reaching over to pet the dog while managing to keep you close, something he considered an added bonus.
“You were definitely right, Y/N, this is so much better. I guess I was just jealous.” He teased, smirking as he knew he won.
You looked at Bam, who’s big puppy eyes were looking right back at you, his tail wagging at the attention he was receiving.
“You see this, Bam? This bitch called my bluff.”
Jungkook laughed, and you smiled at the feeling of his warm breath tickling your skin.
“What happened to no cussing in front of my dog?” Jungkook asked, lightly pinching your arm, causing you to giggle.
“Fine. You win.” You conceded, just content with the feeling of being in Jungkook’s arms.
Hello, yes, it’s me! I know it’s been a super long time since I posted something new, but I had a dream about Jungkook last night that just wouldn’t leave me alone, so here we are!
‘PWP - You’re a paid-for ‘companion’ for the members of BTS. This chapter features your reunion with Jungkook after time apart due to Covid 19 pandemic.’
Word count - 3k
Rating - Explicit
Tags - PWP, sex work, Jungkook is a sweetheart, reader is a noona, smut, fluff, blowjobs, ass play (m receiving), pet names.
It’s been far too long since you’ve set foot inside these halls. Covid-19 has a lot to answer for; not least the forced separation you’ve had to endure from your most frequent and favourable clientele over these past 6 months. Hybe had deemed your ‘companionship’ an unnecessary risk during these bleak and uncertain times, and while you can’t say you blame them for being cautious, your savings account certainly hasn’t appreciated the dent that’s been made from having to keep yourself afloat with little to no regular income being made.
Your heart flutters as you raise your fist to knock politely at his door - anxious and excited in equal measure. You’ve such a soft spot for the man that awaits you inside; a firm favourite should you be permitted to have such a thing. You hear his voice murmur for you to come in and you waste no time in obliging, unable to keep the smile from your face as you cast your eyes around the room and realise how little time has changed.
“Noona?” As soon as he sees you Jungkook is on his feet, rushing towards you with arms outstretched, eyes wide and full of diamonds. He stops short before he reaches you, though, tugging at the sleeves of his sweater rather than pulling you into an embrace. The time that’s passed has brought back all the old uncertainties that plagued him once before - his brows furrowing with the worry of acting too familiar or overstepping some unspoken line.
“You aren’t going all shy on me again are you, Jungkook?” you smile kindly, taking a step forward to bridge the gap between you. You reach up to brush back the strands of hair that have fallen in front of his eyes, hoping that he won’t notice the subtle way your fingers are trembling too.
Jungkook was certainly the most cautious of all the members when you had first been employed by Hybe for your specialist services three years ago. True to your job title, companionship was the only thing that Jungkook had asked of you for at least a good six months before he’d felt comfortable enough for your time together to be spent in more intimate ways. What you’d discovered once you had, though, was that Jungkook was a sensitive and sweet lover, with an unrivalled eagerness to please.
Hello, yes, it’s me! I know it’s been a super long time since I posted something new, but I had a dream about Jungkook last night that just wouldn’t leave me alone, so here we are!
‘PWP - You’re a paid-for ‘companion’ for the members of BTS. This chapter features your reunion with Jungkook after time apart due to Covid 19 pandemic.’
Word count - 3k
Rating - Explicit
Tags - PWP, sex work, Jungkook is a sweetheart, reader is a noona, smut, fluff, blowjobs, ass play (m receiving), pet names.
It’s been far too long since you’ve set foot inside these halls. Covid-19 has a lot to answer for; not least the forced separation you’ve had to endure from your most frequent and favourable clientele over these past 6 months. Hybe had deemed your ‘companionship’ an unnecessary risk during these bleak and uncertain times, and while you can’t say you blame them for being cautious, your savings account certainly hasn’t appreciated the dent that’s been made from having to keep yourself afloat with little to no regular income being made.
Your heart flutters as you raise your fist to knock politely at his door - anxious and excited in equal measure. You’ve such a soft spot for the man that awaits you inside; a firm favourite should you be permitted to have such a thing. You hear his voice murmur for you to come in and you waste no time in obliging, unable to keep the smile from your face as you cast your eyes around the room and realise how little time has changed.
“Noona?” As soon as he sees you Jungkook is on his feet, rushing towards you with arms outstretched, eyes wide and full of diamonds. He stops short before he reaches you, though, tugging at the sleeves of his sweater rather than pulling you into an embrace. The time that’s passed has brought back all the old uncertainties that plagued him once before - his brows furrowing with the worry of acting too familiar or overstepping some unspoken line.
“You aren’t going all shy on me again are you, Jungkook?” you smile kindly, taking a step forward to bridge the gap between you. You reach up to brush back the strands of hair that have fallen in front of his eyes, hoping that he won’t notice the subtle way your fingers are trembling too.
Jungkook was certainly the most cautious of all the members when you had first been employed by Hybe for your specialist services three years ago. True to your job title, companionship was the only thing that Jungkook had asked of you for at least a good six months before he’d felt comfortable enough for your time together to be spent in more intimate ways. What you’d discovered once you had, though, was that Jungkook was a sensitive and sweet lover, with an unrivalled eagerness to please.
Hello, yes, it’s me! I know it’s been a super long time since I posted something new, but I had a dream about Jungkook last night that just wouldn’t leave me alone, so here we are!
‘PWP - You’re a paid-for ‘companion’ for the members of BTS. This chapter features your reunion with Jungkook after time apart due to Covid 19 pandemic.’
Word count - 3k
Rating - Explicit
Tags - PWP, sex work, Jungkook is a sweetheart, reader is a noona, smut, fluff, blowjobs, ass play (m receiving), pet names.
It’s been far too long since you’ve set foot inside these halls. Covid-19 has a lot to answer for; not least the forced separation you’ve had to endure from your most frequent and favourable clientele over these past 6 months. Hybe had deemed your ‘companionship’ an unnecessary risk during these bleak and uncertain times, and while you can’t say you blame them for being cautious, your savings account certainly hasn’t appreciated the dent that’s been made from having to keep yourself afloat with little to no regular income being made.
Your heart flutters as you raise your fist to knock politely at his door - anxious and excited in equal measure. You’ve such a soft spot for the man that awaits you inside; a firm favourite should you be permitted to have such a thing. You hear his voice murmur for you to come in and you waste no time in obliging, unable to keep the smile from your face as you cast your eyes around the room and realise how little time has changed.
“Noona?” As soon as he sees you Jungkook is on his feet, rushing towards you with arms outstretched, eyes wide and full of diamonds. He stops short before he reaches you, though, tugging at the sleeves of his sweater rather than pulling you into an embrace. The time that’s passed has brought back all the old uncertainties that plagued him once before - his brows furrowing with the worry of acting too familiar or overstepping some unspoken line.
“You aren’t going all shy on me again are you, Jungkook?” you smile kindly, taking a step forward to bridge the gap between you. You reach up to brush back the strands of hair that have fallen in front of his eyes, hoping that he won’t notice the subtle way your fingers are trembling too.
Jungkook was certainly the most cautious of all the members when you had first been employed by Hybe for your specialist services three years ago. True to your job title, companionship was the only thing that Jungkook had asked of you for at least a good six months before he’d felt comfortable enough for your time together to be spent in more intimate ways. What you’d discovered once you had, though, was that Jungkook was a sensitive and sweet lover, with an unrivalled eagerness to please.
He returns your smile easily, exhaling a quiet, nervous laugh.
“No.” It makes you chuckle the way his body says the opposite, momentarily tensing as you wrap your arms around him only to melt into you but a second later, encircling you in his arms in return. You sigh happily as you nestle your face against the top of his chest, Jungkook doing the same to your hair, squeezing you even tighter. It’s impossible not to notice how firm he feels against you, somehow more muscular now than even the last time you met. “I missed you, noona,” he confesses as his lips find their way to brush against your forehead. “You look even prettier than I remembered.”
Chest clenching with feeling, you pull away slightly to better look at him.
“I missed you too, baby,” you admit, pleased to see that the effect of hearing his pet name hasn’t lost its potency; his pupils dilate and he bites his bottom lip even as it stretches into a smile that he quickly hides in the crook of your neck, nuzzling his face against your skin. You’d purposefully worn his favourite perfume - a clean, fresh scent that you know he’ll enjoy. “You’ve gotten so handsome.” He straightens up, cheeks flushing with colour as you gently tap your fingertip against his lip ring. It’s not simple flattery - you really mean it. The new piercings and tattoos that decorate his skin merely add to his charm; his bad-boy appearance all the more endearing when you know the sweet man behind it.
“Won’t you kiss me?” Jungkook’s smile widens at your sweet request and it remains in place even as his lips first find yours. His kiss is tentative like he’s re-learning the shape of your mouth, but with a little encouragement from you - a slip of your hands onto his biceps and an appreciative squeeze - it soon deepens. Firmer and more insistent, you can feel his piercing pressing into the flesh of your bottom lip as his fingertips do the same to your hips, pulling you closer. The more passionate your kisses become the more enthusiastically Jungkook responds, groaning quietly when you gently bite down on his lip. His hips rock forward and against your lower stomach you can feel how excited he’s become - how eager he is from the way his hands roam onto your behind to tug you nearer, pressing against you even harder.
“Go lay down baby,” you instruct between kisses, eager to progress though loathe to part. He does as you ask immediately, lying back amongst his pillows. Eyes trained on you, he takes a heavy breath as you saunter towards the edge of the bed, unbuttoning the front of your dress as you go. The bulge to the crotch of his sweatpants is glaringly obvious under the grey fabric and it twitches as your dress falls from your shoulders, catches on your hips and then tumbles to the ground. Confronted by the sight of your lingerie Jungkook can no longer hold back - his tattooed hand reaches down to grip himself through his sweats, shaping the fabric to his shaft as his fingers stroke up and down.
“So big,” you compliment with a smile, climbing onto the bed and placing your hand alongside his to enclose what little won’t fit inside his palm. “Let me.” Jungkook nods eagerly, lifting his hips when you take hold of his waistband to ease his sweatpants down, taking his boxers along with them. He kicks them off, shyness long forgotten as he opens his thighs so you can settle between them.
You’re not subtle in your appreciation of his cock; eyes trailing its length up and down where it rests upon his stomach, your fingertips tracing the same motion along his muscular thighs. When you finally take him in hand Jungkook’s back lifts momentarily from the bed, eyes closing and head tilting back into the pillows. His mouth opens in a soundless expression of pleasure as you take your time milking his cock, smiling with satisfaction at the pre-cum that leaks from his tip with every upstroke, smoothing the glide back down.
“You’re so messy baby.” Jungkook groans, his tattooed forearm flopping across his face to hide his eyes as his other hand grips at his toned stomach. He’s still wearing his t-shirt but the more he wriggles the more it rides up, exposing the trail of hair that runs from your hand all the way up to his belly button. “You really did miss me, huh?” He nods from where he’s hiding, his breath hitching as you lean forward to press a kiss to his stomach. You trace the delicious v-line of his hip and Jungkook’s exhale shakes, cock twitching in your hand.
“So much, noona,” he moans as your mouth works its way downwards, gasping as you press the pout of your lips to the tip of his cock, “So, so much.” You enjoy Jungkook’s reactions so much you feel like you could purr with satisfaction as you take him into your mouth, wetting his cock with your saliva. It dribbles down to where your fist grips his base, working the parts of him your mouth hasn’t yet reached.
“Fuck, noona.” Jungkook’s hips are restless as you begin to suck him in earnest, taking him deeper with each bob of your head. You open your eyes to look up at him, pleased when you see he’s lifted his head to better watch you work. His pupils are blown out, cheeks flushed, and as you relax your throat to take him all the way in all his features contort with pure pleasure, a deep guttural groan rumbling through him. Your free hand gently fondling his balls only adds to the pleasure he’s feeling - his buttocks clenching so hard that it somehow forces him even deeper, your eyes watering as you near run out of breath.
Pulling back for a moment, you let your hands do the work as you catch your breath. It offers Jungkook a moment of respite, too, sighing as his head falls back into the pillow. Watching for his reaction, your fingers slip down to Jungkook’s perineum, stroking the sensitive skin there as your other hand works his cock. He responds as you’d expected him to; he opens up his thighs even more, spreading ever wider.
“Please,” he begs, unabashed, even going so far as to reach over and grab the tube of lube from his bedside drawer. He hands it to you with a shy smile, flexing his hips up as he lays back again, encouraging your fingers ever lower. Ever eager to watch him fall apart, you waste no time in slicking up your fingers, rubbing them back and forth across his hole. “Please, noona,” Jungkook pleads again, wriggling against your fingertips. Slowly, at his request, you ease the first inside, biting your lip at the exquisite noise that comes out of him as he’s breached. Within seconds he’s wanting more, hole clenching around your finger tightly as it pushes back and forth. “More, please.”
“Don’t be impatient, baby,” you scold lightly, making sure to wait until he’s stopped tensing before slipping in another finger alongside the first. Your hand is sticky with the pre-cum that leaking from him so freely; it eases the glide of your fingers as you explore until you find the spot inside him that makes Jungkook shout out a string of expletives, his back bowing from the bed. “That’s it, good boy,” you soothe as you relentlessly stimulate his prostate, smiling wickedly to yourself as you lean forward to take his cock in your mouth once more.
It quickly proves more than Jungkook can bear. Barely a minute has passed before he’s pleading for you to stop, a note of desperation to his voice.
“You don’t want to cum?” You smile sweetly, sitting back on your heels. Jungkook looks wrecked, barely able to catch his breath as he lifts himself to lean back on his elbows. The centre of his t-shirt is damp with the same sweat that’s lining his brow, sticking his hair to his forehead.
“I do, noona.” He sits up further, wrapping his arms around your suddenly. “But I want to cum in you.”
“Of course baby.” The kisses that follow are messy, Jungkook so preoccupied with taking off your bra that his front teeth clash with yours, making you both laugh. He pulls you into his lap. You tug off his t-shirt. His large palms find your breasts, drawing a moan from you as his fingertips circle your nipples till they’re hard, all the better for him to take between his teeth and gently tug. “Mm, Jungkook,” you groan, threading your fingers into his hair and tugging in kind, tilting his head back so you can kiss him once more, his tongue rolling deep in your mouth. “Quick,” you murmur against his lips, “Put it in.”
You don’t care that there’s been no time to prep; at this point, you know you’re more than ready to take him. Pleasuring him - watching all his blissful reactions - has had your panties soaked from nearly the second you walked into the room. Besides, there’s something you’ve always loved about that delicious, tight stretch when his cock first pushes inside.
Between your legs, you feel his large fingers find your panties and pull them to the side. A second later, you feel his cock there too, slipping between your lips, rubbing back and forth.
“So wet noona,” Jungkook sighs blissfully, “So wet for me.”
“Always baby,” you moan in reply, wriggling your hips. You would’ve already sunk down onto him if Jungkook wasn’t holding your waist so tightly, keeping you in place. This time, it’s your turn to beg a little. Kissing him so sweetly, you whisper against his lips, “Please, baby.”
Always eager to please, Jungkook does as you ask. Taking hold of your hips in both hands, he steadily eases you down onto his cock, inch by inch, till you’re fully seated in his lap. The stretch alone is enough to have you breathless already - moaning wantonly as you lift yourself up and then rock back down against, grinding your clit against his pubic bone. Jungkook isn’t faring much better, his fingertips pressing into your hips so hard that it almost hurts.
“I’m gonna cum so fast,” he admits, though you can tell from the furrow of his brows that it pains him to do so. You can’t say you blame him, though. It’s been so long since the two of you had sex that you can’t imagine it’ll take you long either - and you’ve had none of the ‘warm up’ that he’s had.
“That’s ok,” you assure, slipping your hands from his shoulders to cradle either side of his neck, thumbs caressing his skin as you continue the smooth rocking motion of your hips. “Just fuck me like you mean it.” You kiss him, then, deep and slow because you know once Jungkook gets started there’ll be little chance to kiss.
“Ok,” he confirms, and that’s it, then. Leaning back against the headboard Jungkook begins to thrust upwards into you, using his grip on your hips to drag you down to meet each stroke. It feels amazing - each thrust of his pelvis pressing his cock into your g-spot - but even as you’re lost to the throes of pleasure you still can’t help but take note of how incredible Jungkook looks. His firm chest shines with sweat, his pierced brows furrowed with the effort he makes. His jaw is tense, sharp as glass, and underneath his tattoos you can see the flex of his muscles - the tendons in his forearms as he holds you tight. Just the image of him is enough to push you even closer to the edge, and as you feel your orgasm building you plant your hands on his chest and chase after it with renewed fervour.
“Feels so good,” Jungkook grits out as you clench your pelvic floor around him, circling your hips to better grind your clit against him. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”
“Me too,” you gasp, knowing you’re almost there. The feeling of Jungkook’s cock hardening as he nears the end helps to push you closer and once he finally lets go - head thrown back, crying out for you - that’s all it takes for you to join him there. His cock pulses inside you as your walls contract in kind, milking him of every drop of cum he has to give as you cry out your release, fingernails dug deep into his chest. Pleasure washes over you, every nerve alight, and even as you come down your body still tingles, giggling with oversensitivity as just the stroke of Jungkook’s hands seems to tickle.
His look is adoring as you open your eyes. You feel your cheeks fill with warmth at the way he encircles you in his arms, gently laying you down against his chest to press his lips to the top of your head, sighing with contentment.
“I really have missed you,” he murmurs into your hair, squeezing you tighter. Once again you feel your chest tighten, an ache beneath your ribs you know you must ignore for both of your sakes.
“Me too, Jungkook,” you reply nonetheless, lifting your chin to gaze up at him with a kindly smile. He takes your face in his hand, stroking his thumb across your bottom lip, and it’s at that point that you force yourself to break eye contact, sitting up straight with a barely withheld sigh. “I’m going to go clean up,” you announce, careful in the way you climb off of him to avoid making any extra mess along the way.
It doesn’t take long for you to freshen up, and when you re-enter Jungkook’s room you’ve already steeled yourself to say your inevitable goodbye’s. What you don’t expect is the pleading doe eyes that you’re met with as you sit on the edge of his bed for one last kiss before you leave, nor the keenness with which he wraps you in his arms, threatening not to let you go.
“Stay the night with me, noona?” he asks, the words so quietly uttered that you barely hear them from where he’s nuzzled his face against your chest. Sadly, you run your fingers through his hair.
“You know I’m not supposed to, Kook.” You try to sound firm but fail miserably, your fondness for the young man permeating each word, turning them soft and almost melancholy.
“I’ll take the blame,” he offers, and with the way he looks up at you then - with his big doe eyes as wide as you’ve ever seen them, full of such hope - you know you’ve no chance of resisting him.
“OK,” you relent, unable to suppress the smile that creeps onto your face at how utterly joyful Jungkook looks, “But just for tonight.” Grabbing the covers, you climb in beside him, pulling them over the both of you as you snuggle down. “And don’t tell the others.” You get the feeling Jungkook’s barely listening - too preoccupied with pulling you close and moulding his body to fit around yours. “They might get jealous.”
“OK noona,” he sighs happily, pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck, the arm coiled around you giving an extra snug squeeze, “Whatever you say.”
“You can’t stay mad at me forever Y/N,” Jungkook sighed as he continued to follow you around.
Your head shook back to Jungkook as you walked into the bedroom, hearing footsteps following behind you. You had lost count of how many times you had listened to him apologise, desperate to try and fix things after accidentally making a big hole for himself earlier in the day.
Just as you went to close the door behind you, Jungkook slid in through the door to join you in the room. “Jungkook, go away,” you tried to tell him, but his head shook, refusing to leave you alone without you at least hearing him out on things.
“Just give me two minutes,” he requested, watching you step back as soon as he stepped forward towards you. “I just need you to let me explain to you how sorry I am.”
Your head nodded, but before you listened to Jungkook, you excused yourself to the toilet for a couple of minutes. Jungkook sat down on the bed as you went into the bathroom, making sure to close the door behind you before opening up the cupboard door.
You looked past your toiletries that were on the shelf, reaching all the way to the back where your stick of lip balm was. As soon as you reached for it, your smile grew, walking across to the mirror with it as you took the lid off, making sure to apply a thick layer of balm to your lisp before returning to the bedroom, with the balm in your pocket.
“Can I talk now?” Jungkook asked you as soon as you appeared, patting the space beside him on the bed for you to sit down on. You kept your distance from Jungkook as he cleared his throat, glancing across at you. “You know how sorry I am, don’t you?”
“I don’t get why you had to be so mean to me Jungkook, it was so uncalled for.”
His head nodded in agreement with you, “I just wasn’t thinking, I took my frustrations out on you and that wasn’t fair. All you were trying to do was help me, and I threw it back in your face and made you feel like rubbish at the same time too.”
You continued to sit and listen as Jungkook explained himself, nodding your head as you paid close attention to him. If you were honest, you weren’t mad about him any longer, but you were enjoying listening to him grovel back across to you.
As soon as his two minutes were up, Jungkook stopped speaking, anxiously looking across to you. As the corners of your mouth turned up, he got a little bit more hopeful, edging slightly closer towards you, hoping that you had forgiven him.
He was still a little apprehensive as he stared across to meet your eyes. “Can we move on from this?” Jungkook asked you, finally allowing himself to relax when your head nodded in reply to him, wanting to do exactly the same.
“Why don’t you let me do something to prove to you how much I’ve forgiven you?” You offered, “why don’t I give you a kiss to let you know that all is forgotten?”
“A kiss? Well, I would definitely not say no to that.”
You shuffled yourself a little bit closer to Jungkook, “I hate when we argue like this, I wish that it would never happen between us.”
Just as Jungkook nodded in agreement, you leant forwards and pressed a kiss to his lips. Your smile was wide as you kissed Jungkook, quickly feeling his hands grab your shoulders and push you back, wiping his mouth with his hand.
“What the hell is that on your lips? Is this some sort of wind-up right now?”
Your laughter was loud as you watched Jungkook scrub at his mouth, desperate to get the taste of the balm away as soon as he possibly could. His eyes glared at you as you watched on, shaking your head at how dramatic he was.
“Do you not like it?” You teased, “it’s a new balm that I bought not too long ago. Take a look at it, you never know, you might be able to get used to it.”
As you brought the balm from your pocket, Jungkook took it from you and began to read through the label. His eyes narrowed as he read over what taste the balm was, noticing a picture of lemons on the very end of the wrapper too.
He threw the balm across the room as you continued to chuckle, grabbing your shoulders again and pinning you down on the bed. His expression was a picture as you stared up at Jungkook, knowing that you had drawn yourself level with him.
“What’s wrong? Is the balm not your cup of tea,” you innocently smiled, pretending to be clueless as to why Jungkook looked so disgruntled.
“You are one evil woman; do you know that?”
“I’m just getting a little bit of revenge,” you chimed, knowing that Jungkook couldn’t argue with you. “Just reminding you of how horrible I can be if you want to be horrible to me. I happen to quite like the taste of the lip balm anyway.”
“If I ever see you wearing that again then I might just disown you,” Jungkook promised you, “I’ve never tasted anything as gross in my entire life Y/N.”
His reaction had your sides hurting, you knew that Jungkook wouldn’t like it, but even he had managed to surprise you by just how much he disliked it, still liking his lips as the taste haunted him on the tip of his bottom lip.
“Will you be as mean to me next time?” You asked Jungkook, “or will you be nice now?”
His head shook at the smug smile that was on your face, “I’ll be nice, if it means that I won’t have to taste that stupid lip balm again. Where did you even get that from? I mean who decides to make lemon flavoured lip balm?”
“I’ve kept it well hidden, knowing that it would come in handy one day,” you informed him, “and it definitely did.”
His eyes rolled at how well you had managed to get back at him. “So, this is why you stropped off to the bedroom too? You didn’t need the toilet, did you? You just went into the bathroom to get your weapon of choice.”
Your head nodded as everything began to fall together for Jungkook, disappointed in himself more than anything else that he hadn’t noticed that you were up to something, too focused on trying to put things right and apologise to you.
“If I ever see that lip balm again, I’ll scream,” Jungkook assured you.
“It doesn’t even taste that bad.”
His eyes widened as you spoke, “I like most things Y/N, but that was absolutely grim. How are you laying there so comfortably knowing that you’ve got lemon lip balm on your lips? How are you not grossed out?”
Your shoulders shrugged in reply to him, “I think it tastes pretty sweet, mainly because it reminded you that I’m not someone to be messed with. Your face definitely made putting on lemon lip balm a worthwhile experience.”
“I’ve really got to be on my toes around you, what else have you got up your sleeve?” Jungkook enquired.
Your head snapped around as yet another slam of a table tennis racquet against the table made you jump, spinning around as Taehyung bounced around on one side of the table, with Jin confidently smirking at the other end of the table, managing to pick up yet another point despite Taehyung’s best efforts.
“I give up,” Taehyung huffed, placing his racquet down and stepping back from the table, “I swear you’ve got some sort of cheat up your sleeve that none of us know about.”
“What are you idiots up to?” You shouted across from where you sat down on the field, “are you guys really getting this competitive over a game of table tennis out of everything?”
“We’re not as your boyfriend is Y/N!”
The eyes of the figure beside you quickly widened, “hey, don’t bring me into this, I’m innocent.”
Your hand pushed against Jungkook’s arm gently as the boys quickly told you how he had been acting throughout the holiday when you hadn’t been looking. You knew exactly how competitive Jungkook could be, having been on the receiving end of many games that you played.
Instead of join in this game though, Jungkook was busy tickling the tummy of Bam who sat between the two of you. “If you wait until after dinner, I’ll give you another game Jin and beat your ass.”
“You wish that you could beat me.”
Your head shook as yet another back and forth between the two boys. Both were adamant that they could win given the chance, deciding that after dinner they would have the ultimate match to decide who really was the best at table tennis.
“Don’t go crying to Y/N when I beat you, she won’t be able to help you, Kook.”
“He’s not going to win,” Jungkook whispered into your ear as Jin walked away from you both, “there is no way that I’m letting him, and his stupid ego beat me at a game of table tennis.”
“You sound pretty confident,” you noted, poking gently against your arm, “I’m sure that Jin probably wants to defeat you and your competitive ego to you know.”
A sharp intake of breath came from Jungkook, “me? An ego, I just know that I’m better than him.”
Your head shook at how competitive Jungkook still was, “either way I’m sure that whichever one of you ends up winning this game will probably brag about it forever.”
Whilst most people started to get stuck in with preparing dinner soon after, with Bam following behind you too, Jungkook decided his time was better spent at the table tennis table. After pressing it up against the wall to bounce the ball off of, he rallied and rallied making sure that he was prepared for his match with Jin.
When you came and found him to let him know that dinner was ready, a sigh came from him, reluctantly placing the racket down and slumping behind you to the table.
“I was really getting into the swing of things there,” Jungkook proudly told you as he walked.
“I’m sure that Jin will be much stiffer competition than a wall though.”
Jungkook’s head shook as he threw his arm across your shoulders, walking to the two seats that were waiting for the two of you at the end of the table. Even as the two of you sat down, you could tell that Jungkook was glancing across at Jin, making sure that he was aware that Jungkook had been practicing.
As soon as the two of you sat down, Bam snuck underneath the table where the two of you were, looking between you both. With Yoongi placing the plates of food down at the table, Jungkook ran his hand over the top of Bam’s head, promising him that he’d be fed too once you had everything sorted for you and the boys.
It had been the same routine for you since the start of the trip, having joined halfway through their holiday, you slipped into their habits and followed exactly what they did, offering your help wherever you felt that you could slot in.
Throughout your meal, Jungkook’s legs bounced excitedly, making sure that he stayed agile in his seat. Several times you watched him swerve left and right or pretend that his chopsticks were a racquet and swing for his food.
In the end you could only laugh to yourself at how eager he was. “Can’t you just eat like everyone else does?” You asked him, watching him hit again against the side of his glass.
“I’ve got to get in the zone Y/N,” Jungkook explained to you, pressing his hands to his temples, “this is a big match in case you’ve forgotten.”
Your head shook back to Jungkook, knowing that Jin was watching the two of you. “You remember that Jin is your elder, right? Don’t you think that maybe you should let him win, I mean no one wants to lose to someone that’s younger than them, do they?”
Jungkook scoffed in reply to you, he didn’t care that Jin was his elder, all he cared about was winning. Throughout the trip he had managed to show off how good he was at so many things, and this was no exception for him too.
“I’ll win, for you,” Jungkook whispered across into your ear. “I kept telling you that I’d do something special on this trip, I’ll make that something special beating Jin at table tennis then we’ll get bragging rights over the rest of them for the rest of the trip.”
“You do remember that I’m leaving tomorrow, right?” You chuckled, “you might get bragging rights but I’m just going back home so you can enjoy your victory all by yourself here.”
“I still can’t believe you’re going,” Jungkook sighed with his expression dropping, “are you sure that there’s no way that you can convince your boss to give you some more time off?”
You had been lucky to get just a few days off to be able to drive up and explore the house that the boys were staying at. The last thing that you were able to do was push your luck, having got yourself in trouble before with your boss for hanging out with the boys and not doing your work properly.
With you going tomorrow, Jungkook was more confident than ever that he was going to win and round off the little trip that you’d had together perfectly. If he had one more chance to be able to show off to you, Jungkook was absolutely going to take it.
And as a small groan came from underneath the table, Jungkook knew that someone else agreed with him too. “Bam will be on my side,” Jungkook laughed as Bam’s wide eyes looked up, “he knows that I can do it.”
“He’s on ball boy duties when you end up sending the ball flying,” you smiled, running your hand over the top of Bam’s head, “when Jin can’t return the balls that you send down to him.”
“I’ll have him running all over the place,” Jungkook assured you, “it might be the table tennis match of the century.”
Your eyes rolled, “I’m sure the production team feel very lucky to be filming it.”
“They should, it’s a once in a lifetime for everyone.”
summary: koi no yokan; a japanese phrase which doesn’t mean love at first sight, it roughly translates to love at second sight, it’s described as the feeling when you meet someone that you’re going to fall in love with them. maybe you don’t love them right away, but it’s inevitable that you will. and jungkook thinks its the best way to describe how he feels about you. (fools!universe)
the feeling you get when you first meet someone is special.
whether it be annoyance, anger, joy or nonchalance, the first impression matters because it sticks to the person if you don’t plan on knowing them any further.
but what was this feeling that jungkook got when he saw you?
there was this faint chiming somewhere in the back of his head and he’s sure that there’s no bells around him.
he positively felt his heart dip and do a somersault when he first saw you. his palms are sweaty and he’s pretty sure he stopped breathing when he gulps at your presence, and jungkook swears he busts a nerve when you glance at him with a smile dancing on your pretty lips. it’s a brief glance, he’s not even sure if you registered him in the room but he still feels his throat clench around nothing.
who are you? and why do you make him feel things he can’t explain?
you’re just laughing with your friends, and the light is hitting you in all the right places as you throw your head back, and jungkook just can’t take his eyes off you, not until he feels a smack on the back of his head. jungkook immediately drops the cup that he’s wiping with a towel from his hand and winces when he realizes he has to explain this to the manager.
“what the fuck?” he muttered while rubbing the back of his head, turning around to see jimin sitting beside him on a stool while eating an apple and scrolling through his phone, as if he didn’t just attack unassuming jungkook.
“you’re staring like a creep; we don’t do that jungkook” he continues scrolling, as jungkook gapes at him.
“i w-wasn’t staring please, that can be hardly classified as staring, i was just, you know, just- “jungkook desperately tried to explain himself and jimin gives him an uninterested glare.
“just staring like a creep, yes” jimin finishes his sentence for him and quickly turns away before jungkook could say anything to defend himself and jungkook buries his head into his hands, groaning in frustration.
“fine, i was staring at them but not in a creepy way, i promise.” he mumbles into his hands and jimin snickers a chuckle at his slumped over form and rubs a hand on his back to get him to calm down from being so flustered. jimin found joy in messing with his introvert friend from time to time, mainly because jungkook never disappointed with his reactions, often responding with red, flushed cheeks and pouted lips stretching out a whine just like he was now.
“okay, then why were you staring at them?” jimin asked, in a much gentler tone now that jungkook looked close to blushing his face off, jimin turns to see the crowd of people in the corner of the bakery they worked at as jungkook slowly lifts his head.
how is he supposed to tell jimin that he knows he’s going to fall in love with you, while not knowing you at all?
how is he supposed to explain the goosebumps crawling on his skin were simply because of your laughter?
how is supposed to tell jimin that he’s never felt his heartbeat faster than it is right now?
he can’t explain what he doesn’t understand himself.
so, he settles for an answer that would explain enough.
“i don’t know.” he shakes his head as he says this, he can feel his palms sweating even more, he warns himself to not hold anymore coffee cups, and jimin is concerned for his friend when jungkook slams his head on the counter in front of them.
jungkook is a sensitive guy, not in a naïve or gullible way, he just is a sucker for love, he’s grown up with movies, stories, songs that describe love as this feeling you can’t get enough of, this feeling that is like magic twirling between your fingertips, he’s dreamed about holding that magic in his hands, he’s dreamed about falling in love, being with the one person who makes even the worst situations feel alright, he wants that.
he’s learned about soulmates and how some are destined to meet, red string or whatever, he believes he will hear bells when he meets his soulmate and its only now that he realizes an invisible chiming keeps ringing in his ears and he’s heard it only after he’s seen you.
“oh, your friend, our senior came in today” jimin calls out to jungkook while wiping down the counter, who finally lifts his head from the counter.
“jin hyung?” jungkook questioned because he’s noticed how jin has been coming in frequently to the bakery, and jimin nods.
“i don’t know why he keeps coming back, he’s always complaining about how expensive it is and how i should be giving him a discount. what did he take anyway?” jungkook remembers how jin would come in during the afternoon only to bug him for a while about discounts and asking him for a job as if jungkook was the manager here.
“he took two cups but there was no one with him and it was so late at night too.” jimin wondered out loud and jungkook’s ears perked up, tilting his head slightly.
hmm two cups, even after the constant complaints about the price, huh?
he is definitely going to bother jin about this when he sees him.
“um hello” they hear a soft but deep voice call them out and their heads snap to see you at the counter and jungkook swears he’s going to drop another cup, jimin notices how big jungkook’s eyes have gotten and just to agitate him further, he pushes jungkook near the till where you’re waiting, laughing delightfully when jungkook throws a glare his way and nervously clearing his throat before looking at you.
wow, your eyes are pretty.
and jungkook immediately looks away, his cheeks flaring up again and he wants to dunk his face into ice to calm himself down.
“h-how can we help you?” jungkook stutters out, nervously fiddling with the buttons on the cash register, not sparing a glance at you and jimin almost bursts into laughter next to him. he’s enjoying this way more than he should.
“i’m going to pay for table 13.” you pointed behind you towards the table that was previously occupied with your friends but there was no one left now. jungkook hummed and looked up your bill.
lots of strawberry.
strawberry milkshake, strawberry tart. you looked like a strawberries kind of person so jungkook silently assumed that it was your favorite flavor.
“okay, that’s going to be 60 dollars in total” jungkook adds as he punches the number in and holds his hand out for the bill, and as you fiddle with the wallet in your hand, jungkook dares to look at you again, almost gasping at the close proximity of your faces. you look even better up close and he can notice a faint smell of this teddy bear candle he always burns in his home, and only then realizes the homely scent is from you.
you even smell of his favorite candle for fucks’ sake.
you gently place the amount in his hand and jimin almost snorts when he sees how jungkook’s hands are shaking as he takes them and jungkook clears his throat again while handing the bill to you. you’re looking at him with your head tilted to the side and like you’re thinking about something, and jungkook nervously looks around, he’s not going to survive if you keep looking at him with those bright and curious eyes.
“do we know each other?” something about jungkook feels familiar, like you know him even if you don’t know him? and jungkook is not sure how he’s going to respond, do you feel the same way he does?
“i don’t think so- “and that’s when your eyes travel to the tattoos on his hands and widen in realization, you snap your fingers like you’ve figured out the secret to making a woman orgasm. jungkook is only slightly scared of your realization.
“jeon jungkook, that’s you, right?” you ask with the same wide eyes and a giddy smile, and jungkook feels his soul leave his body slowly because there’s just so much to process.
1.you know his name, oh my fucking god.
2.you look excited about knowing him?
3.wait a second, what do you know about him?
jungkook swears he’s never seen you before because c’mon if he did, he definitely would’ve frozen even back then but he doesn’t have a single clue about you.
which is why it makes him anxious that you seem to know him.
“yep, that is him.” jimin comes over and announces as he slaps a hand on jungkook’s shoulder to snap him out of whatever daze he’s gone back into, jungkook looks white as a sheet and you are slightly concerned.
“oh, don’t get me wrong please, it’s just i saw you around my brother’s tattoo shop and your name has been in the registry for a while so yeah” you nervously giggle, brushing hair out of your face and jungkook can finally breath again.
so that’s how you know him.
that’s not bad at all, jungkook loves his tattoos.
thank god it wasn’t because of the frat parties he’s been to, he’s not sure you would look at him so excitedly if you knew about those.
“genius lab? your brother is yoongi hyung?” jungkook didn’t mask his surprise well, his voice coming out drier and more forced than he would like it to but who can blame the poor guy?
first, he has a crush on this person who just walked into the store and he’s been following your every movement like a puppy (he’s very grateful that you didn’t notice that), second, this person comes up to talk to him and third, this person already knows him and he has no knowledge of them prior to this.
he is one conversation away from having a meltdown.
“yep, that’s him, you seem to be his favorite client.” you slightly chuckle at the memory of yoongi raving about how his new client, jungkook, is so talented in drawing and has been doing his own designs, and how he wants to offer him a job at the parlor, obviously jungkook doesn’t know about this. yoongi also seems to be very fond of jungkook, always talking about him with a small proud smile on his face.
‘when he got his first tattoo, he was shaking so much y/n, i had to give him like five lollipops throughout the entire time and now he doesn’t even flinch’ he explained to you excitedly one day when you were closing the shop together, it was something he always did, tell you stories about his clients whether you listened to him or not, and you remember dismissing him without a second thought because you could care less about who your brother meets. but now looking at jungkook, you understood why your brother gushed about him.
and jungkook is lost, terribly lost. since when did he become yoongi’s favorite client? sure, he gave him an extra lollipop sometimes but that was about it, and before he could question you about it, he sees you check the time only to slightly gasp and turn to him with panic in your eyes.
“my name is y/n by the way, it was nice meeting you jungkook and- “you look over at jimin who’s yet to introduce himself and he straightens when you look at him, offering a hand with a warm smile which you take gladly with an equally warm smile.
y/n, he likes your name.
“jimin, park jimin.” jungkook snorts at jimin’s attempt at the ‘bond, james bond’ line and even you snicker with a hand covering your mouth, jimin looks with disbelief at the two of you, you two barely know each other but you seem more than okay with making fun of him, and before jimin can voice his irritation, you wave a hand to brush it off.
“it was very nice meeting you jungkook and jimin, but i gotta go, hopefully we will meet again” your eyes catch jungkook’s at the end and he can’t help but melt into a dopey grin that doesn’t go away even when you have left the bakery.
“she’s gone, you can drop the smile” jimin nudges jungkook and disappears into the kitchen, it takes everything in jungkook to not throw a cup at him. jungkook then turns back to look at the empty store and sighs as he takes a seat in his stool.
he doesn’t know why but he needs to see you again.
-
jungkook has had a lot of ideas and none of them have worked in his favor so what did he decide to do?
well, right now he’s staring up at the ‘genius labs’ sign with a design ready in his hand.
and no matter how much he tries to convince himself that it isn’t to see you, that jungkook just really wants a tattoo but even jimin knows he is lying through his teeth and also knows exactly why jungkook suddenly wanted another tattoo, only after a month or so from his previous one.
jungkook pushes the door open with one arm, the other arm tightly clutching the strap of his backpack like his life depended on it, he almost feels bad for how tightly he’s holding it and writes a silent reminder to apologize to it later on in his mind.
jungkook looks around and the store looks busier than usual, jungkook searches for any familiar faces (he’s searching for you) and immediately snaps his head when he hears someone call his name. his shoulders slump when he realizes it isn’t you.
it’s yoongi who’s calling him over with a wave and jungkook pushes past the people all while muttering silent apologies, most wave him off, some curse him out and very few pay him any attention at all, and jungkook feels at peace because he hates attention anyway.
“ah jungkook! the store has been feeling empty without you, how have you been?” yoongi asks with a warmth in his tone, as he carefully patches up a client with tape and wrap, his tongue slightly sticking out in concentration and eyes carefully trained on the client’s arm.
i have been looking for your sister because i’m pretty sure i’m going to fall in love with her even if we’ve only met once didn’t seem like the right answer and jungkook didn’t know if yoongi was one of those protective kinds of brothers so he kept his mouth shut about you.
“um i’ve just been around hyung, working at the bakery and assignments and yeah that’s about it” jungkook is distracted as he speaks, eyes still looking for you and only looks back at yoongi when yoongi rises from his kneeling position to wipe his hands and thank the client, letting them go their way.
“oh, you have a design today?” just as jungkook is about to nod yes, he notices you walk into the room from the back, patting someone on the back and sending them away with a warm smile, and jungkook’s heart halts for a minute in his chest as he nervously gulps at you. yes, he came all the way over here just to see you but he wasn’t ready to see you in any way at all. he feels his cheeks flush up again, silently cursing himself out for getting so flustered.
yoongi doesn’t miss any of this, watching jungkook’s reactions with a glint in his eyes and a small smirk growing on his face.
“y/n, come here!” he suddenly yells at you making you look at yoongi, ready to yell back at him only to see jungkook right beside him, looking as pale as a ghost and your own heart leaps in your chest at the sight of him, you quickly make your way over to them with an excited smile on your face.
“jungkook, it’s so nice to see you again” you reach over to take his hand in yours for a delicate handshake and jungkook feels his stomach dip as if he were on the edge of a rollercoaster and he’s just descended suddenly into the track. your hands are warm in his and jungkook can’t help but notice how perfectly they fit together and before he can write a poem about your hands in his, you pull away your hand with the same smile you always seem to have.
“again? you guys have met before?”
oh right, yoongi is still here, jungkook forgot about his hyung for a minute there.
“yeah, i met jungkook at the bakery he works at like two days ago, i’m glad we meet again like this” you grin at him and tap his arm a little, jungkook wants to shove himself into a cupboard because he doesn’t know how to think when you’re touching him like this and it’s an innocent touch really but jungkook’s heart warms that you feel comfortable with him.
you, on the other hand, are trying to making it obvious that you are interested in him but since you’ve met, jungkook doesn’t seem half as excited as you are and you feel dejected every single time he looks away when you try to look at him. you are clueless that the poor guy could die happy in this moment with the way you’re looking at him.
“yeah, we met hyung, i didn’t know i was your favorite client” he slightly teases yoongi who flushes red and looks at you with a glare.
“why did you tell him that y/n?” yoongi groans in frustration and you give him a shrug, a huge grin dancing on your face and jungkook feels himself smile just by looking at the side of your face.
“i’m never telling you anything again” yoongi scolds you playfully and then turns to jungkook, gesturing towards the paper in his hand.
“what’s that tattoo you want jungkook? show me” jungkook hands over the paper of his drawing to yoongi who inspects it with a proud smile, jungkook really did have a talent for drawing and yoongi is seriously considering hiring jungkook as soon as possible.
yeah, yoongi could do this tattoo in little over two hours, it’s nothing hard for him but then he eyes the way you two seem to look at each other, blush and turn away, this repeats at least ten times and yoongi wishes he could bleach his eyes.
wait a minute, yoongi doesn’t even have to do this, he thinks with a happy smirk on his face, he could have you do it because that’s what good brothers would do :]. (he very much supports whatever you and jungkook have going on because jungkook is a nice, talented kid and maybe being your boyfriend would make him more interested in the job yoongi is going to offer him.) it’s purely for you, no selfish motive here, just to see your budding love grow, it’s not so that jungkook will work for him.
“sorry jungkook, i’ve got too much work today, like three more clients and it’s going to take too long to get to you” yoongi hands him the paper with a shake of his head and almost feels bad for outright rejecting him when jungkook looks at him like he kicked his puppy.
he’s doing this for him for fucks’ sake.
“but y/n can.” yoongi adds enthusiastically and ignores the way your head snaps towards him.
“she has way too much free time on her hand and this could be a nice way to test her skills, so if you’re okay with it, she will do it instead of me.” yoongi places one hand on your back when you look at him with confusion written all over your face and pushes you towards jungkook, in your hurry to curse yoongi out loudly, you miss the way jungkook has his hands wrapped around your forearms to keep you steady as you almost fall into him, yoongi hasn’t missed it and he very much is enjoying this version of jungkook and you.
“just go and do the tattoo, you’re such a brat sometimes” yoongi grumbles and your mouth falls open as you punch him on the arm and he’s laughing at how frustrated you get, jungkook is watching the exchange with a smile of his own, sibling banter was always fun to watch.
“just go for fucks’ sake, he’s waiting, you can annoy me later” yoongi gives one last smirk to jungkook and leaves to the other side of the room, your glare softens by a lot as you look back at jungkook and point towards the back, gesturing him to follow you.
“my room is at the back, i only started a few weeks ago and i didn’t like doing it front of everyone” you explain, more like shout at him, over all the chaos littered around the shop, jungkook follows you carefully, being sure not to bump into you and he outright glares when someone slightly pushes you back.
after you enter the small room in the back, you walk around the room while rolling your sleeves up, it’s only then that jungkook notices all the tiny tattoos littered on your arm, you quietly gather the basic things you need and walk over to him with a small smile and jungkook notices how you have glasses on now.
you look cute.
“can i see that design?” you put your hand out and jungkook immediately places the paper in it, he watches with pursed lips as you look at it for a few seconds without saying anything, because that’s his design you’re holding and he really hopes that you like it because he’s quite sensitive about his art.
“i can tell why yoongi wants to hire you here” you grin as you take the design to your table to trace it and jungkook walks over as you sit down and start tracing, pushing your glasses up your eyes.
“yoongi hyung wants to hire me here?” he asks with wide eyes and you nod happily, then pointed to his design, it’s a simple but well-done design and that’s really what matters.
“who wouldn’t want to hire you when you draw like this?”
at your compliment, jungkook feels like he could fly and tries to stop himself from grinning like a mad man.
“do you want this exactly the same as it is?”
“yep, just how it is.” jungkook then takes a look around the room, and he feels like for someone who is complimenting his art, you are exceptionally good yourself, he hums lightly as his eyes skim over the designs you have pinned on a board.
right now, in his eyes, you are not only the most beautiful person he’s met, but also the most creative because some of these designs have him intrigued enough to have them on his own body.
“where do you want it jungkook?” your voice makes him jump a little and he turns back from the board.
“ah you were looking at my board” you put down the glasses, getting up from your seat and walking over to him, jungkook panics, what if your designs were personal to you and he just completely invaded your privacy by looking at them?
“i’m sorry, i really didn’t mean to peek around or anything, they just fascinated me” jungkook explains with guilt laced in his voice as he fiddles with his fingers and you giggle a little at his reaction.
“it’s totally okay, which one do you like by the way?” you look back at the board you’ve carefully curated and then at him with the same bright and curious eyes he loves.
yep, he could die a happy man right now.
“i can’t pick one, all of them are good” jungkook replies with his answer right away, looking away from the side of your face and back to the board.
“that’s one way to flatter a girl” you tease lightheartedly and jungkook’s cheeks flare up almost immediately. but jungkook doesn’t want you to think that he doesn’t appreciate your art or that he only wants to woo you.
“no, don’t take this the wrong way but i really am not trying to flatter you, all your designs are so precise and detailed but still very unique and fresh, that is something i want with my designs, i want to learn from you.” his answer is honest and with no doubt at all, and for the first time, jungkook isn’t nervous in his actions or words, he’s more than confident in his compliment, he knows he means every word.
you almost do a double take at his words, no one has shown such respect to your art, sure you knew yoongi respected it, he wouldn’t have hired you if he didn’t but you don’t get more than an approving nod from him when you show him the designs, but jungkook, oh god jungkook, he just said all the words you’ve been waiting to hear since you started to take art seriously and he doesn’t even know you all that well, but he seems to know exactly how to make you feel special.
“thank you, like genuinely thank you so much and i would love to help you any day, you just have to ask” you can’t help but feel immensely grateful to jungkook and his encouraging words, you feel a lot more motivated to continue doing this.
“you don’t have to thank me, just telling the truth, is all” he smiles down at you and this time, you’re the one who’s blushing and looking away. you clear your throat and tilt your head, hating how your insides seem to be warming up too.
“so, where do you want it?” you walk away from him to slap some gloves and put your glasses on again, jungkook is sure that his favorite thing in the world right now is you in those glasses.
“above the elbow” he answers and takes a seat on the chair, making himself comfortable by stretching a little and moving until he settles, you bring out rubbing alcohol and start cleaning the area, gulping a little at the size of his biceps, and how they seem to flex unconsciously from time to time, the funny thing is, jungkook doesn’t even seem to know how attractive he is.
“are you nervous?” you ask gently, eyes darting to his face so that you stop staring at his arms and jungkook smiles at you cockily.
“not at all” his response makes you smile, his confidence with tattoos is definitely something you admire because you were a whimpering mess even when you got your fifth tattoo done and that’s exactly what you tell jungkook.
“who did your tattoos?” jungkook darts his eyes to your arm and winces a little as you start dragging the needle across his pale skin, which quickly turns into the color of the ink and you silently apologize even if you’re getting paid for doing this.
“yoongi did most of them, some i did for me, one i got when i was drunk so i don’t remember who but yeah that’s it” you answer him and he keeps asking you questions about your art, how you started out, your family and conversation flows easily between you two, like you’ve known each other forever.
and that’s how jungkook feels about you, you don’t feel new to him at all, almost like he was waiting to meet you all his life and now that you are finally here, it feels right. it feels just right.
jungkook notices how your eyes perk up every time you answer a question, so he assumes you love talking and that’s perfect because jungkook doesn’t talk a lot, he’s happy to let you do all the talking.
but his shy nature doesn’t stop him from answering everything you ask. even when you’re done tattooing, and only cleaning and sealing is left, you both don’t stop talking.
and just as he’s telling you about his friends while you’re wrapping his elbow, he notices a tattoo on your collarbone that he didn’t notice before and it’s a strawberry, a fading red and green strawberry right on your collarbone, something that is only visible when your shirt drops down your clavicle.
“your tattoo” he trails off, eyes trained on it and you nod with a smile, pushing your collar a little more out of the way so he could see it clearly.
“a strawberry” a strawberry, just like the one on his elbow now.
when jungkook was raking his brain for ideas, strawberries and the teddy bear scent was all his mind were clouded with, and even if he didn’t know where you two would go or if you would be seeing each other again at all, meeting you was something he wanted to remember, just in a more subtle way.
the design is a bit different from yours but it’s the same red and green strawberry that is fresh on his body.
did he just unintentionally get a matching tattoo with you?
“i’ve just loved strawberries a lot growing up, i used to make strawberry tarts with my mom a lot, this is just like a reminder of my childhood but hey, we have the same tattoo now” you excitedly say, it was one of the reasons you were so pleased with his design, you knew exactly what you felt about jungkook and unlike him, you weren’t as scared of feeling the things you did.
just like how you felt right to him, he felt right to you.
you always thought the idea of destiny or fate was corny, lame even, it never seemed realistic to you because why would two people, two completely different people, meet just to become one?
but as much as jungkook feels right, he’s also proving you wrong silently with how he keeps making it feel like it was fate that you two would meet.
you remember the jitters you experienced when you first saw jungkook in the shop, and silently observed him from a distance because you were trying to get a grip on how one person can make you feel so new but old at the same time, you remember the wide grin he gave your brother as he wrapped his tattoo, being polite but playful and that was when you knew you had to see him again.
so, what did you do about that?
you took your friends to a very expensive bakery after finding out from your brother (you had to work for free for one week so that he could give up that information) that jungkook works there, and you didn’t do a good job at hiding your interest but it seemed like he didn’t either, you weren’t deaf, you heard the way jimin chastised him, you heard the mug break, and all that while, you tried to stop yourself from giving the world a gracious smile with how things fell into place.
and that is when you felt ‘the premonition of love’.
you were sure jungkook would be in your life somehow the first time you saw him, the second time, you were already in love and the third time, you were waiting for him to fall in love too.
and you didn’t have to wait any longer because with the way jungkook couldn’t take his eyes off you as you circle around him, blooms hope in your chest that maybe you’re not the only one in love here.
“do you feel it too?” jungkook questioned suddenly, making you pause in the middle of wrapping his arm, looking at him unsurely, was he talking about what you think he’s talking about?
“what, jungkook?” you look up at him with your hands still loosely holding his arm and right then, jungkook knows you feel the same way, your hands are slightly tightened around his skin and you’re looking at him with so much vulnerability and hope. he feels good that he’s not crazy like he thought he was. he feels even better that you like him just as much as he did you.
“when you said i feel like i know you, and i didn’t have a clue to who you were, i’ve literally never seen you, i would remember you if i did trust me, but you still felt like someone i’ve known forever, like we’re just meeting after waiting? and god i don’t even know how to explain but i just, the only thing i know is that i love you, if it’s the idea of you or just you but yeah i really like everything about-“ after you finally got to hear the words, you quickly silence him with a soft kiss on the cheek and it works wonderfully because jungkook swallows his words up and stares at you with his mouth agape.
“i feel the same way” you whisper carefully and your eyes widen, then flutter close in bliss when he pulls you into his arms and nuzzles his face into your neck and you sigh in happiness because there’s no where else in the world you would be. because for once, jungkook is not running from his feelings but running towards them. and you, you are just glad to hold him.
“i’ve been wanting to do this since the day i saw you” he mutters against your skin and your heart does several flips at his soft tone.
“me too” you whisper back to him and you tighten your arms around him, falling in love shouldn’t be this easy but with him, it was the easiest thing you’ve ever done and you both feel the magic twirling around you, the same magic jungkook’s been fascinated by, the same magic you’ve been waiting to hold and now, it’s wrapping you up into your own little world that you never want to escape.
and as it turns out, jungkook starts working for yoongi shortly after, much to yoongi’s joy and jimin’s despair, after jimin whines for the 100th time that he’s getting lonely, jungkook takes up a shorter shift at the bakery to satisfy the shorter man, he still breaks a glass or two when you surprise visit him there, he sneaks the expensive desserts to you without anyone knowing but it isn’t that easy to escape jimin’s eyes who all but kicks you two out every time he catches you.
since jungkook doesn’t like being around people either, he works with you in the back room, away from the rest of the world and your magic only grows stronger the more time you spend with him, there isn’t anything about jungkook that you don’t want to know, you want to know it all and he wants to know all of you, slowly but carefully, he wants to know all your stories, all your feelings and you don’t disappoint.
he learns from you, you learn from him, he admires your mind, you admire his ever growing enthusiasm for new things, it isn’t long before jungkook starts tattooing you and himself, walking into work becomes a lot less dreadful with jungkook’s beaming smile right in the morning.
and you love, you love and love until there’s nothing left in you but love.
koi no yokan.
a single phrase that describes you both beautifully and accurately. like a fairytale coming to life, that’s what it feels like, a fairytale you want to become one with.
genre: fluff, crack, tiniest bit of angst (2.4k) (request for @ofrosesandteacups) i hope you enjoy reading this one as much as you liked your previous one, thank you for your request :]
summary: he doesn’t want you to leave but jungkook isn’t cruel enough to stop you either.
now that jungkook’s seen it, it’s all his mind can think of and frankly who can blame the poor guy?
“to y/n,
we have been reported of your consistent pattern of growth and development in our seoul branch. we would love to have someone with your skills, expertise, and experience to join us in the states, particularly our main branch in los angeles, you will be guaranteed a contract of at least six months, it can be negotiated for further extension and your salary can be negotiated to a number that we can together deem fair as well. if you are interested in this offer, contact us on xxxxxxxx and our company’s e-mail is open to anything from you. we hope you consider us, thank you.”
he doesn’t know how many times he’s re-read the same sentences but all he knows is that the gravity of the situation isn’t fully sinking in for him. he bites his lip nervously as he shuts the laptop down, grimacing at the wall behind it. he feels his eyes starting to water from the pure frustration that filled his body.
you could be leaving.
he checks the date and it’s been almost a month since you’ve received this so you’ve probably already made a decision.
any minute, you might leave and not tell him for his own sake. you know how sensitive he is and you’re too nice to break his heart, so you would break the news to him very gently and then leave while pressing a kiss to his forehead. (jungkook knows everything about you at this point and he’s 99% sure this is how you’re going to do it. and he’s right).
and fuck him but that offer sounds great, good pay, steady contract, main headquarters, and as a cherry on top, it’s where your family lives as well. your family that he knows you miss a lot, every time they video call, you have the brightest smile on your face as you excitedly tell them everything, but as soon as the call ends, jungkook’s never pointed it out but he’s seen the way your eyes gather tears sometimes, he fucking knows how much they mean to you. and this offer is perfect, you get to be with them again.
you really have no reason to reject this.
but.
BUT.
hear him out.
as selfish as he sounds, what about him?
are you going to leave him behind, forget him, move on with someone else all while being successful and growing even more in your career?
why does that bother him so much?
he should be happy for you; this offer works out for you in every way possible and this is one more step for you to go to a remarkably prominent position in your career.
heis happy for you.
he’s overjoyed that you’re finally being recognized for your hard work and that people are coming with offers to you that they wouldn’t just give to anyone and he also knows that a higher pay can make you feel more at ease financially and you can finally buy that car you’ve had your eye on (jungkook offered to buy it for you both and you told him you would break up with him if he did so he’s steering clear from the car).
“what did the wall do to you, my beloved?” you stifle a chuckle when you come out of the bathroom to see jungkook wide-eyed and staring at the wall like he was burning holes into it. at the sound of your voice, he quickly snapped out of it and offered a small smile.
you didn’t know that he knows about the offer, and he doesn’t want you to know that he knows about it. but he wanted you to know that he will love and respect any decision you make because this is your life and it’s fine if you have to break up, he’s going to cry himself to sleep for a week, give a two-day break and then get back to crying because if he cries for too much, his eyes get puffy and stay red for too long and for heavens sake he can’t have anyone at work ask him during lunch why he’s crying with a literal sandwich stuffed in his mouth, and-
he needs to get a fucking grip, he’s spiraling.
“you know that i love you, right? and that you can do whatever you want because it’s your life and i’m no one to stand in your way” he blurts out as he pretends to read a book, hand rubbing his chin as if he was in deep thought.
congratulations to jungkook for never learning the art of being subtle.
“um thanks? but i already know all that baby” you laugh a little at his sudden confession for his unfaltering support to you. he lightly nodded, his mind clouding with thoughts of you leaving him for someone else who wouldn’t be such a burden to you and you deserve so much be-
and you interrupt him.
can’t a man think without being interrupted in this house?
“jungkook, babe?” you call out to him from where you stand, fluffing the towel on your hair with an amused grin on your face.
“yes babe?” he turned to you with sparkly eyes and a wide grin at your nickname.
“you’re holding the book upside down” you muse and then get back to drying your hair. he freezes and looks back at the book.
he is indeed holding it upside down, he’s been holding it this way this entire time.
wow.
how did he not notice that?
because he was too busy thinking of scenarios in which one of your work mates in america would swoop you right up with a dashing smile and that american accent you find hot (you don’t, but jungkook is too far down his own rabbit hole to correct that), and you would bat your eyelashes at them, they would wink at you and you would blush while looking away and then shyly accept their offer to dinner. you would forget all about jeon jungkook from seoul, korea and get engaged to that person, and jungkook, who is still very much in love with you, would attend your wedding and then cry at the reception while he drinks that champagne you like, he will walk up the stage with a forced grin and congratulate you and then fucking watch you drive away in your honeymoon car with that person.
and jungkook’s feeling just toasty about the whole thing. sometimes he wonders if he would do well as a drama writer. (he would do excellently.)
this would be a good time for one of his friends to call him so he can get away from this.
“now that i know you’re not actually reading, what is going on? you’ve been on edge for the past hour, you know you can tell me anything, right?” you sit down on the bed with a soft smile aimed his way and he sighs, putting the book down.
fuck, you’re too good to him.
when you speak to him in that gentle tone, jungkook doesn’t have it in him to reject your request. and even if you aren’t asking for anything, jungkook wants to give you the whole world. because in his eyes, you deserve the whole world, fuck the world, jungkook thinks the universe should be grateful that someone like you exists in it, he finds beauty in your very existence.
that’s how deep he is in it for you.
but he’s also afraid that he will never be able to give you the world he’s sure you deserve, he knows he gets busy and that he cancels dates and even if you don’t show it, he knows you get disappointed sometimes, he knows that you want to spend every day with him and trust him when he says he would rather stay in with you all day instead of stepping out but he has no choice in this. he knew what he was getting into when he chose the idol life and he can’t, doesn’t want to, back out now.
“i know that you get hurt when i can’t come on dates” he says, finally looking up to see you adjust your position to face him even more, eyes alarmed at his serious tone.
“jungkook, i know what i signed up for when we started dating, and yeah, it hurts sometimes but it’s okay, i know that you don’t do it on purp- “
“please let me finish” he whines out, and you immediately purse your lips, letting him talk.
“for me, you deserve a lot more than me. we don’t go out on dates enough, on a week night, we see each other for thirty minutes before going to sleep and in the morning, we’re both rushing to get out of the house and babe, i love you, a lot, and i never want to hold you back from what you deserve, even if it means leaving me behind” you open and close your mouth like a goldfish because you don’t quite understand where he’s going with this.
is he trying to break up with you?
“so it’s okay if you choose to go to america, the offer is great, i looked up the building and it’s so close to your parents home, so you can even meet them for lunch, and i’m sure there’s a lot of attractive men and women in america for you to meet and i completely support that, your happiness is all that matters to me” he concludes with his voice cracking and eyes all lined up with tears. he can’t imagine waking up and not seeing you but that’s okay, he can bring back his plush toys from namjoon to cuddle. better yet, he’ll just bring namjoon home so he can have someone to cuddle when he’s sleeping. namjoon wouldn’t mind.
what else are friends for?
“you’re such an idiot.” you fall back into the bed with a huge grin on your face, your heart feeling all giddy from his words. but jungkook isn’t enjoying this half as much as you are.
he’s what now?
did he hear you right? did you just call him an idiot?
“did i say something wrong? i just wanted to let you know that i support you all the wa-“
“jungkook, i’m not going to america, i rejected their offer a long time ago.”
you what now?
well, that’s a relief, you could’ve told him ten minutes so he wouldn’t go through two panic attacks but jungkook’s finally feeling like he can breathe again.
you’re not leaving, thank god.
now that he thinks of it, he was so fucking dramatic for nothing. nothing !!
“then why was the stupid mail open on your laptop? i gave myself a heart attack with that shit” he complains loudly as you happily laugh at his misery, cooing and kissing his cheek when he falls into the bed next to you.
“i used that mail to get myself a raise here, i showed it to the branch manager here and let him know how much they were willing to offer, and it didn’t take long for him to agree to a higher price just to keep me around” you have a proud grin on your face and jungkook is in awe at how smart you are.
“my little genius” he sings while peppering kisses on your face, which you giggle into and push him away after a minute.
“i’m more than happy that you’re staying but why aren’t you going back though? you miss your family and this could be a good opportunity to see them” he gets all quite and worried after he says that.
he doesn’t want you to reconsider, he wants you to stay but he knows that this could be good for you. he doesn’t want you to waste your choices.
“i miss them, but i’m fine with video calls and visits, and they are too, we are making it work somehow and besides, if they see me every day, they’re going to complain about everything i do to which i say no thank you, i’ll keep my ass here” jungkook laughed as you scowled at the thought of your parents eventually getting sick of you.
“and besides” you looked at him with those same gentle eyes that he’s so fond of.
“i have a family here too, and i can’t bear missing them” and jungkook cried, like actually cried, he scooped you into his arms and rocked you both back and forth while crying because oh my god, you think of him and the members as family and he’s sure that he’s going to marry you no-
too far.
but even when he’s crying into your arms and you’re patting his back, completely amused at how sensitive he can be, he’s still more than relieved that he doesn’t have to worry about some white dude hitting on you. the mental image itself made jungkook want to punch a wall.
and yeah, jungkook is definitely putting a ring on it. (how can he not, you called him family !!)
his heart can only take so much.
now, he’s going to use his perfect drama writing skills to plan out the most dramatic, fantastic proposal that anyone’s ever seen which will make you cry.
he’sdead set on making you cry because he’s sick of being the only one who cries in your relationship. (you didn’t even cry while watching titanic and jungkook was half-convinced you were heartless, and would have continued to believe that if it weren’t for you loving him the way you do, he loves you but he’s going to see you cry when he proposes, just wait and watch.)
so don’t interrupt his thoughts again please, a man needs to think in his house.
“should i buy that car as a celebration of you staying?”
“i will go see which flight tickets are available to america.”
jungkook the type to look at you with a big ass smile on his face while you’re rambling on about the most random shit (aka me talking about how faberry shoulda happened) and when you finally look over like “what?” he just goes “nothing. i just really love you” and leans in and kisses you on your forehead :(((
