BTS scenario/reaction - Sex/Sexual acts while one is asleep
Warning: blowjobs, sex with the unconscious, consensual sex, female oral, fingering.
Smut under the cut
Namjoon
It was clear you had tried to wait for him but they’d been delayed
You’d fallen asleep in sexy lingerie
A book by your side and reading glasses askew on your face
Mouth ajar with a little drool
You still looked undeniably sexy all dressed up or rather down for him
He placed your book to the side careful to keep your page
He slipped the glasses away desperate not to wake you before having a little fun
You had had an agreement for a long time that he could touch you however and whenever he liked provided there was no safe word used.
He turned you gently onto your back and spread your legs wide enough for him to lie in between
He slides your panties out of the way and flattens his tongue against your folds
You start to stir as he sucks on your clit and pumps one finger into you
“Hi Jagi, sorry I’m late.”
You don’t get a chance to respond before he is diving back in to make you moan for him
Seokjin
The clingiest man when he comes back from tour
Wants to do everything with you and for you
Cockwarming was something you did a lot during this time
An extra layer of intimacy you could share
Working from home, watching TV, playing video games
However this is the first time you’ve tried whilst asleep
Cuddly sleepers anyway it made sense
Until you’re awoken by his thrusts
Once you figured out what was actually happening you couldn’t help but be turned on
Jin was still asleep
Some wet dream being lived out in real time
You roll so he is on his back
Riding him through the dream and kissing his bare chest until he comes to
He doesn’t open his eyes, but you know the moment he wakes as his thrusts go from shallow languid rolls to deep forceful jolts
“What a wonderful way to wake up” he murmurs after finishing
Yoongi
You worked out early on in the relationship the best way to wake Yoonig up and not have to deal with a grump was a blowjob
He’d worked through the night again
Fast asleep his mixing desk
You squeeze yourself into the space underneath the table and unzipped his shorts
It’s so routine now that you can free him without him so much as stirring
You pump your hand along his hardening length before leaning in to kiss the tip
His breathing hitched as you tongued his slit his eyes flickering at the sensation
You could tell he was close to consciousness when he started to moan
His hands laced into your hair just as you took the last inch down your throat
“Good morning, Princess” his voice was still heavy with sleep
The sound mixed with the way he was petting your hair made you moan around his cock
Moments later he came undone deep down your throat.
Hoseok
Hobi was awoken by all your wriggling
At first he thought you were having a nightmare…
Until you moaned his name
He pulled back the covers to reveal your hand inside your pjs trying to provide some relief
Being the wonderful caring boyfriend he is, he thought he should lend a hand
He carefully removed your hand chuckling a little as you whimpered change your nose at the loss of friction
He cuddled close nibbling your ear lobe as his hand replaces yours
Your features straighten out again when he applies pressure to your clit
He whispers dirty words in your ear to influence your dreams
Dirty girl, so needy for me even in your dreams
Gonna come for me without even knowing
So wet for me
You mumble back “For you.” And Hobi has to check that you’re still asleep
You are
He gets more daring leaving his thumb on your clit and sliding his index finger through your folds dipping it inside
He thrusts the digit shallowly
Enjoying the little ‘o’ your mouth forms when he plays with a second finger
Every noise you make his music to his ears
He keeps his eyes on your face
Adding a third finger inside and curling each one as you stretch
The only change in you is the pleasure on your face
You cum in your sleep and Hobi isn’t sure he has ever seen anything sexier
He pulls his hand away and licks it clean taking note of how heavy a sleeper you are
Jimin
You awaken from your nap very disorientated feeling the heat pulling in the pit of your stomach and hands kneading your spread thighs
You can’t help the scream you release when you see the dark head of hair between your legs Jimin’s face peaks up smirking at you, lips covered in your cum
“Fucking hell Chim! You scared the fuck outta me” You half heartedly smack the side of his head
He was blonde when he left this morning
“Sorry baby. I’ll make it up to you.” He winks before reattaching his plump lips to your clit and sucking like his life depended on it
Two fingers scissor inside you
You’re not sure how long he’s been going at it but judging by the knot pulling in your stomach you wouldn’t need to go for much longer
The orgasm shudders through you
Thoroughly fucked out and oversensitive you hear the sound of a zipper
“My turn” he chimes lining himself up and you groan loving the overstimulation so soon
Taehyung
He woke so needy and desperate
In his half-asleep state he does the only logical thing
He put his leg across your sleeping body and starts using you for relief
You wake up when it starts to feel like you’re on a boat
You are unsurprised to find Tae with lidded eyes rolling his hips against your leg impatiently waiting for you to wake up
He has a way of asking for what he wants with actions and not words
You roll your eyes as he nudges into your arm
His boxy smile lights up his face when you agree
You rollover pressing your bum into him having forgone panties in favour of a long T shirt
He fingers you slowly for a while the motion relaxing enough to lull you back into a shallow sleep
Once he’s satisfied with your stretch, he hooks your leg over the top of him and lines himself up to you and rocks gently, finally content
Jungkook
It starts as a drunken bet between friends with benefits
“I bet I could make you cum in my sleep” he sounds so cocky
“But wouldn’t I be doing all the work? That would make you a glorified sex toy Hun.”
“OK, I bet I could make you cum in your sleep then”
“Without me waking up?.. You’re on”
Weeks go by and you forget but he doesn’t, plotting his time
You’d fallen asleep on his sofa after movie night and everyone else had already gone home
Through all the guys talking (and him accidentally hitting your head against the door frame when he moved you to bed)
It was now or never
He was careful removing your jeans scared to lose he hates losing
He starts tentatively rubbing your clit and watching your face for every reaction
The longer it goes on the braver he gets
Pinching your clit
Watching his index finger into you and feeling for the spot he knows drives you crazy
Your eyes flutter but you stay asleep
Finally he peels his gaze from your face to the matter hand
Just seeing how what you are for him gets him ridiculously wound up
All caution thrown to the wind as the blood from his brain go southbound
He slotted himself between your legs
Lapping hungrily at the juices
Diving his tongue in when he needed more
He ground himself against the bed seeking friction
Two fingers in
Sucking desperately at your clit
He felt you start to tense, a sign you’re as close as he had managed to get himself
He came in his pants as he felt you release on his face
Panting for breath he was a little relieved that you haven’t seen how easily he’d come all over himself…
BTS Reaction to your pregnancy test finally coming back positive.
Warning: Vomit (Morning sickness)
Namjoon
He waits anxiously in the living room as you take the test, wringing his hands.
When you don’t come out after 15 minutes he starts to worry and goes to find you
You’re sobbing on the floor when he walks in
Immediately he is at your side telling you it’ll be okay you can try again
You’re crying too hard to tell him, so you hand him the test and he freezes his soothing motions
Tears well in his eyes as you watch for his reaction
Suddenly you’re being lifted off the floor and carried towards your bedroom he lays you down carefully, but he doesn’t let go.
His hands trail down your sides and lift the hem of your shirt.
He leans down and presses hundreds of kisses into your tummy as you giggle, trying to wriggle away from your husband’s affectionate assaults
Seokjin
You find out while he is on tour
There’s only a month left so you don’t tell him
He would only want to fly home immediately and there’s nothing for him to do yet
Hiding from him is torture when he checks in everyday and all you want is to spill the secret and see the joy on his face of finally…
But you know it’ll be worth it
He comes home to string flower petals leading to your closed bedroom door
He opens it to find a tray of goodies laying out for him and a jewellery box with a note that says ‘find me waiting in the bathroom’
He doesn’t open the box too eager to see you after so long he takes the box and heads straight for you
He is more than confused to find you sat on the closed toilet lid in a fluffy bathrobe instead of in a bubble bath like he was usually greeted with
You roll your eyes and gesture to the unopened box he still looks very confused at the little white stick displayed under new cufflinks that read “daddy”
Eventually you just stand letting the robe fall to display your rounding belly.
The shock finally hits him, and he sweeps you into his arms, cradling you close with one arm, the other hand on your stomach.
Yoongi
You are out shopping with your little boy
Daddies black card burning a hole in your pocket as you treat the birthday boy
You’d just finished lunch when the overwhelming urge to vomit hit
The next three days you struggled to keep anything down
Yoongi eventually convinces you to go to the hospital even though you think he’s being a bit dramatic for a stomach bug.
The news you are six weeks pregnant hits you like a truck after what the doctors told you last time
It’s one of the few times Yoongi lets you see him cry off stage.
Hoseok
It’s a joke when he says “maybe you’re pregnant” after developing a weird craving for spray cheese on salt and vinegar crisps
This wasn’t even that weird
You laughed
It’s not exactly out of character for you to try weird food combos
Except spray cheese is disgusting
You still feel a little silly when you go out to buy the test
Lo and behold the little plus mark appears and you are left in shock
Fully on autopilot you walk into your kitchen test in hand
Hobi looks up confused, glancing at your outstretched hands and makes one of those noises only he can
He sweeps you off your feet and dances you around the kitchen pulling you out of your shellshock.
Jimin
You’d never seen someone so excited yet so close to an obvious breakdown
There are 30 swatches of paint on the wall of the spare room by the end of the week
Trying to remind him that if there is still 32 weeks to go does not slow down the process
He enlists the boys while they have time off because he is worried he won’t be around to help as much when their schedules pick up again
Every detail is run by you before it’s placed in the nursery
And he has a baby shower party planned long before your second scan.
Taehyung
The moment the at home test comes back positive Tae has booked you in for a hospital scan
You sit in the private hospital room twitching as you wait for the ultrasound technician to come in
Taehyung squeezes your hands reassuring you after so many negatives and false starts
This time feels different though
Eventually the doctor comes in and you lie back ignoring the discomfort that comes with a transvaginal ultrasound
It was early on and you needed to be sure
The doctor’s brows furrow and you steal your nerves for the news that it was another false alarm
“Are you prepared for the possibility of multiple births?”
Taehyung can’t contain his excitement head whipping to look at your pale complexion
The doctor doesn’t get to say triplets before you’ve blacked out
You thought you were around 12 weeks and starting to show
Nope! Six weeks and very bloated
Jungkook
Five nights into your private luxury yacht honeymoon you are vomiting over the side of the rails while your very confused half naked husband watches on
You’re taken to the doctor at the next port
You laugh when he suggests pregnancy you’ve only been off birth control for a month now
Everyone said it would take forever and you’d already waited for so long
Turns out the universe just didn’t want you living in sin
They did several tests
Each positive
You do wish the little bean could have waited to make you sick when you weren’t living on a boat for a month
You cut the trip short
But JK already had you rebooked for six months after the due date for your first family holiday
I don’t know what this is honestly… @stealth-liberal and I were having a conversation about the fact that pineapples don’t actually make anything sweeter and now I’ve written this.
Maknae line x reader - Jungkook centric
Warnings: Male!Oral
It was quiet in the dorm…. Too quiet.
The elder members had all left for the day on a variety of different projects, leaving you and the maknae line behind. All morning you’d done nothing but laze around on Hobi’s bed where he’d left you, more than a little sore after last night. You were just thinking about taking another nap when you heard them. Giggling… or more gurgling? You almost didn’t investigate. Nothing good ever comes from their giggles, especially when the hyungs aren’t around.
Curiosity got the better of you though. You hauled yourself out of the comfortable nest you’d made in Hoseok’s bed and cracked the door a little to see if you were going to be caught in a crossfire. Finding no projectiles, you forged onward. No boys to be found in the living room, and the laughter definitely hadn’t been coming from their rooms. The only place left was the kitchen
Just as you’re about to open the door you hear Jimin talking.
“I think we can fit more in those bunny cheeks of his Tae… don’t you?”
“I don’t know Chim, he looks a little… full.” You open the door tentatively, not sure you wanted to know how they’d decided to torture your baby today. The sight that greets you is not one you expect. You weren’t really sure what you expected but not this. Three pairs of wide eyes turn to face you, Jimin and Taehyung stepping in front of Jungkook to try to hide their latest experiment. They seemed to have forgotten he was taller than them.
“Why have you stuffed him full of pineapple?” It looked like they’d been trying the chubby bunny challenge, subbing the marshmallows with tropical fruit. You cross your arms, trying to look at least a little bit intimidating. None of them tried to answer you. Jungkook’s face was turning red from the strain they’d put on his cheeks. “Kookie spit that out.” His eyes widen impossibly wider as he shakes his head no.
“Good boy.” Jimin praises him.
“Seriously tell me what you’re doing, or I will call Joon” you threaten.
“Yeah? What do you think he is going to do about it?” Jimin challenges.
“Fine… I’ll call Yoongi.”
“We just wanted to know if it was true.” Tae finally answers you. You throw him a quizzical look, not quite catching his train of thought. “You know, the pineapple and cum thing?” He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly unable to meet your gaze for a moment. You can’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it all.
“And to do that, you decided that the best course of action was to stuff Jungkook’s mouth full?” You ask reaching forward and pushing his cheeks together just a little. A dribble of pineapple juice trails from the corner of his lips and you can’t resit the urge to scoop it onto your finger and taste it. “Don’t you think it would work better if he’d just eaten the fruit?”
“Well that’s part of the experiment. He eats it like that, Tae eats it normally, and I drink a load of juice.”
“Right of course, logical.” You shake your head. “And how are you going to test this theory?”
“We are going to blow one another.” Taehyung states, like it’s obvious.
“But won’t you all taste of pineapple? And how would you know who tasted the most pineappley?” They all deflate a little when you point out the flaw in their master plan. “Perhaps you just need an impartial judge?” You don’t give them time to process what you’re saying. Instead dropping to your knees and pulling the waistband of Jungkook’s sweats with you.
You fist the base of his cock, pumping carefully before leaning in to lick along his slit. He moans a little before choking on the pineapple still in his mouth. Jimin graciously pulls a plate off the counter for him to spit the half-chewed fruit on to, but his eyes don’t leave you. All three of them just staring at you. Once he is fruit free, you take him fully into your mouth. A string of curses leaves his lips as you reach the base, swallowing a few times before pulling back.
One hand reaches towards his balls, fondling them gently as your mouth slips back down his length. You gag a little as his hips jolt forward to meet you, and apparently that’s all it takes. Jungkook cums in you mouth, you draw back to make sure some of it gets on you tongue, displaying it for them before gulping it down and standing back up.
He reaches for your hair, but the others stop him. They hold his hands to his side, preventing him from obscuring their view. You look up and watch him squirm in their hold, desperate to take a little control, make you go deeper. You giggle around his cock, the vibrations making him whine and tense. It never takes long to get Jungkook riled up, not like this.
“Hum…. Doesn’t taste any different to me” you say, swiping your fingers at the corners of your mouth before sucking them clean. Each of their eyes followed the movement. “Maybe we will have to try when it’s been in your system a little longer. You give them each one last look over, chuckling at the obvious bulges straining against Jimin and Tae’s pants, before sauntering back off in the direction of Hobi’s room.
It takes each of them a moment to unfreeze.
“Y/N WAIT!” You hear, followed by three sets of feet thundering to reach you first.
genre: fluff at the beginning, angst, deals with infidelity in detail (11.5k)
summary: do you think of love when the world is at your fingertips? or a story in which jimin dances on the dangerously thin line between love and obsession.
note: i do not mean to romanticize or glorify cheating in any manner, take this as a work of fiction only.
“we’ll announce the leads now, please come forward if your name is called, and if not, better luck next time” is a simple sentence really.
but your heart wrenched uncomfortably in your chest as you anxiously waited for the results. it was not like your entire life and career depended on those names.
you couldn’t stand still, neither could jimin as your hands wrung behind your backs and your weights kept shifting from one foot to another.
this is it.
this is what you worked and climbed ranks for, in the past two years.
you turned to the side to see jimin mirroring your expression, excitement danced in his eyebrows, but his lips stayed pursed, giving away how nervous he truly was. you couldn’t comfort him even if your hands reached him.
it felt all too familiar, jimin by your side, both of your palms sweaty as you wait for your fate to be recited to you.
‘the black swan’ was one of the hardest theatrical acts to get accepted into, only the absolute top and most talented even thought of auditioning here. once you are accepted, your future is secured, opportunities were expected to fall at your feet so everything is at stake here, especially the pride you both were cruelly robbed off when you first started.
“park jimin” you gasp and jump in your place when his name is announced, a huge grin growing on your face when you realize that jimin got the part he auditioned for; the black swan, the heart of the show.
you could see him trying to hold in his happiness, he still couldn’t scream, not with the officials in the same room and you couldn’t hug him either, so you just squeezed his hand and congratulated him in excited, hushed whispers. he can’t help but smile sheepishly at the floor at how much more excited you look than him and sends a silent thanks to the universe.
but his face immediately falls when he notices how they’ve reached the end of the list and your name didn’t get called.
he turns to look at you with concerned eyes, knowing in his heart how much you wanted this and how hard you worked for it, he isn’t surprised to see the disappointment instantly wash over your face.
everyone starts to leave, some crying, some buzzing with excitement. jimin was just worried because even though you don’t look sad, you wouldn’t look at him as you make your way through the crowd and outside the building, and he follows wordlessly.
he does not know what to do as you sit in the car with your gaze downwards, he knows that any words of comfort would just fall to deaf ears because jimin understood, better than anyone, what this audition meant to you. so, when you curl up on the bed still without uttering a word, jimin knows that he can’t just watch you suffer from your thoughts.
your gaze follows his movements as he gets into bed too, and you almost immediately crumble, reaching for him with desperate hands. he tears up when he hears your sobs against his chest.
this wasn’t how it was supposed to go, you both were supposed to get in together.
the plan was always supposed to do this together, like everything else you have done to this point.
“i-i’m sorry i’m crying like this when i’m supposed to be h-happy for you, i am happy for you jimin, and i’m so unbelievably p-proud. you, of all people, deserved to get that role” you whimper, feeling horrible for dampening his mood along with yours. “don’t be silly, you don’t have to hide how you truly feel, not in front of me.” jimin whispered, caressing your hair as your teardrops continued to soak the pillows.
for a moment, your sobs are the only sound in the room, jimin chooses to remain silent and just stay close to you, but then the piercing shrill of your phone startles you both.
jimin reaches for it, shrugging when there’s no name, and hands it to you. you sit up straight before clearing your throat and answering the call. “hello?” your voice remains surprisingly steady for someone who’s been crying their heart out and jimin just watches as your eyes go wide and your face morphs into a big smile, your hand flies up to your mouth, your eyes darting to him several times as you continuously thank the person on the other line before ending the call and looking at him with renewed energy.
“jimin, you won’t believe this” you shout excitedly as you jump to go next to him, he lets out a small chuckle and gathers you in his arms at your sudden change in mood and bouncing energy, and waits for you to speak. he is more than relieved to see the change in your mood. “what is it babe?” he rubs his fingers over the back of your hand.
“you know the ‘nutcracker’ play, right? the one sponsored by that big studio in france? well, they just called me and they want me to be the senior director for the show! they saw my audition at ‘black swan’ and wanted me to be a part of their play” jimin’s mouth drops open at your words with both joy and awe, being the senior director was something very few actual dancers were offered to be so if they were willing to give you that role, they must have bet a lot on you.
they were not going to regret all this faith they put in you, jimin was very sure of that much.
“see, i knew you would get there, one way or another.” he smiles widely that your hard work was paying off. “but it’s not together” you pout because you and jimin have always been a pair, it is one of the rare sentiments you have developed over the years. “i know, i wish you were my white swan” he sighs as he rubs circles into your hands, “there’s always next time?” you offer with a small smile and he nods, agreeing with you. “next time.”
in the past, even if you weren’t partners for the actual dance, you both were always somehow involved in the same act, either as the choreographer or part of the crew, you just were always in each other’s presence but that wasn’t the case now.
“i’m so excited” you sigh dreamily, just imagining how fun and new it would be to become a director. “i’m sure you’ll excel at it, as you do in so many other things” he kisses your forehead and you resist the urge to bury yourself into him. “i couldn’t have done it without you” you whisper back to him and jimin swears he feels his heart burst at your words, “i wouldn’t have even danced without you” he whispers back to you.
-
jimin takes a deep breath as he walks up to the large, fancy building where he would practice as the black swan. he walks in with confidence, knowing that he’s done his research on what his role entailed and which way he would have to transform for it.
upon entering, he is immediately whisked away to a dancing room with ceilings as high as the sky, he noted that the floor was also polished just enough for him to glide without having to stutter in his step. it’s every dancer’s dream practice room.
“ah there he is, the star of the show” a man, who would soon be revealed as the director of the show, hollers loudly when he sees jimin looking around the room. jimin breaks into a shy grin and the choreographer takes the time to introduce him to everyone involved in the play.
“and our other star, park hyejin, she’s the white swan, also your partner, you both will be working closely with each other so get comfortable, yeah?” the man winks at them as hyejin and jimin bow with a polite smile to each other. “i’ve heard a lot about you mr. park, i’m excited to work on this with you” she compliments jimin who humbly brushes it off with a sheepish smile.
when she looks away, jimin subtly notes how elegant hyejin looks, even without seeing her dance, he just had a feeling that her body lines were always flawless and her posture reflected the prima ballerina she was.
she reminded him of you, a perfect blend of determination and softness was shared in your faces.
he reluctantly looks away and laughs to himself a little, a few moments away from you already had him thinking everything was about you.
but jimin could have never guessed why he actually couldn’t look away from hyejin.
-
by the time jimin gets home, you’re already cooking dinner and dancing around in the kitchen with some jazzy 80’s song playing softly in the background. all of today was great but you are the true light in his day.
he wishes you always looked like this, so full of life and bursting at the seams with happiness.
“i’m home” he announces in a soft voice, face immediately brightening when you throw him backward with a hug. “how was your first day? were you nervous? how were the other dancers? the directors weren’t overbearing, right?” your barrage of questions tumble over each other and jimin just smiles fondly. “well, i can tell you everything if you let me babe.” he teases with a peck to your nose, and you purse your lips with a nod.
“it couldn’t have been better, like you won’t believe how huge their practice rooms are, just imagine our first ever practice room ever and multiply that by ten” he starts, you gasp at his description and patiently listen to every second of his day that he didn’t spend with you.
nor he or you notice that he leaves out the part about his stunning partner.
-
the next day jimin walks into practice, he is taken aback when he sees that hyejin is already stretching in the studio, she lifts her head at his presence and goes up to him. “good morning, mr.park.” he can’t help but feel a little shiver at her smooth voice, he also couldn’t help how his eyes travel across her poised body. now that she wasn’t wearing a flowy dress, her dance practice outfit didn’t leave a lot to the imagination.
he quickly looks away and he doesn’t bother telling her to be informal with him like he usually does with all his partners.
everything about her was so elegant, so put together, that jimin felt intimidated. he isn’t used to having such a qualified partner. not that he minded or anything, he was just always the more experienced one during acts he’s done in the past.
who was jimin to judge anyone’s qualifications anyway?
he greets her as well as he sets his bag down. he thought he was early but clearly not early enough.
during practice, both jimin and hyejin turn red when the choreographer tells them how close they would have to be for the dance. for more than half of the dance, their bodies remain stuck to each other, it’s supposed to symbolize how thin the line is between the black and white swan.
the thin line between love and obsession.
as they get into position, every single one of jimin’s senses is clouded by hyejin, his eyes literally won’t stop darting across her face
she was just so…beautiful.
and she looked so much like you?
why did she look like you when she was in his arms?
the music starts but that isn’t what gets jimin to move, it’s like a mind instinct to follow hyejin’s movements. the second she starts twirling, he pushes his body to follow her, desperate hands just as the black swan reaches the white swan. they don’t break eye contact once and the entire room feels heavy, heavy with their breaths, heavy with the tension growing between them, and for a second, it felt like it was only her and him in the room.
jimin hasn’t feel that way with anyone but you.
“i think you should be closer” hyejin whispers into his ear, with her hand wrapped around the back of his neck, and jimin freezes in his position, he thought they were impossibly close already.
he doesn’t think she’s just talking about the dance.
with a tedious scan of her from head to toe and then meeting hyejin’s sparkling eyes, he follows her anyway, his grip tightening on her waist and she hums in approval.
she sounds like you too.
this feels wrong.
this is wrong.
they start moving again, and jimin just flows with her, just like how he flows with you.
she’s not you but jimin can’t tell the difference between holding you and her. she feels the same, looks the same, sounds the same, and moves her body the same way.
but she’s not you.
a voice screams in his head that the woman in his arms is not the woman waiting for him at home.
“that was perfect, bravo to our swans!” the loud holler from the choreographer freezes jimin once again, face so close to hyejin that he can feel her breath on his face, steady and hot and for a minute, they don’t move. they don’t hear the rousing applause around them, their feet stay glued as they stare at each other and it isn’t until another loud noise around them that he pulls away from her, almost pushing her away from him because jimin doesn’t understand this feeling crawling on his chest.
why did she look like you?
why did she feel like you?
why do his eyes follow her as she walks away to leave for the day?
he doesn’t realize how hard he’s panting until his body starts to bend forward from how tired he feels.
he’s been with partners for dance before, but none were hyejin. he never had to remind himself that you were at home, waiting for him to come back, he never had to remind himself that you were in his life. he never had to actively think of you before, you were just always on his mind.
in a loving, dizzy haze, jimin somehow always felt secure that you were there in his life.
but now, felt scarily different to jimin.
because he didn’t think of you individually even once, not during the whole practice, not when hyejin got unnecessarily close to him sometimes.
he only thought of you when he found traces of you in the woman holding onto him for dear life.
and jimin almost hates it when he enjoys being so close to hyejin, he almost hates how his body jumps to be just as close to her, he would’ve fully hated it if it weren’t for how sweetly she smiled at him each time their eyes would meet.
jimin also hates that he finds himself smiling back at her.
-
you are more than buzzing with energy as you start your first day as a senior director, everyone was so welcoming and warm to you. knowing your experience, they didn’t question any of your suggestions. most of them immediately tried to see if it would pan out and put it into action, and it felt good to work in such a respectable and comfortable environment.
“the dancers should do a different formation for act 2, the same formation looks uninteresting. so try a newer formation, one that is fresh to the eyes, and let me know if there’s something i can help with” you instruct the choreographer who agrees and puts forth his ideas on how that can be improved.
you realized that you liked being behind the camera and below the stage just as much as you like being on it, and looking at the huge stage in front of you reminds you of one person; jimin.
who would’ve known that both of you would grow up to do what you’re doing now?
the ‘you’ from five years ago would have given everything and anything just to get a peek of the stage that you were now directing.
it made you feel warm, that all your pain and hard work didn’t get thrown into a ditch and you definitely couldn’t have done it without jimin.
your eyes stay teary as you drag your feet out of the audition room. it didn’t go well.
you got rejected, to put it nicely. but thoughts of what they said circle your mind in a taunt, ‘you have no talent at all, why did you even think of getting on that stage?’ it was humiliating, a punch to all the practice you did for the audition, a punch to the passion you so strongly held onto since you started dancing.
a soft hand grabs yours making you look up, jimin stands there with his lips set in a grim line and an evident furrow in his eyebrow.
you didn’t have to ask him to know that he got rejected too either.
you both look at each other for a second before crashing into a hug, heaving sobs leaving both your lips as you desperately grab onto him. his hands dig into your sides but nothing hurts more than being denied from something you thought you had.
how did both of you get rejected?
why was nothing ever enough?
you lean back from his face to wipe at his tears and hold onto his cheek, “we’ll get through this, yeah?” after he doesn’t respond, you get worried that your friend truly thinks there’s no hope left. “at 4, meet me in the school’s practice room, let’s practice till no one can say no to us” you say and leave him by himself.
morning comes slowly, and everyone is sound asleep when you slip into the dead night, jimin is already stretching lightly but his eyes are downcast as you approach him.
“it’s only our first rejection and i have a feeling that if we want to continue this, we have to be ready for much worse.” you say softly as you start stretching next to him, his arms fall beside him as he takes in a sharp breath. “i don’t think i can take anymore….maybe i should just stop here” you can tell it’s just his train of thought as he mumbles this but it stuns you that jimin would even think of leaving dancing behind over one rejection.
“are you sure? because you and i both know that you shine the brightest when you’re on stage, dancing your heart out” jimin on stage is a sight to behold, the way he tip-toes and catches the attention of everyone in the auditorium with a simple turn, was no easy feat and you couldn’t let him give up on it.
“it’s hard, i understand, i do. but i’m not letting you give up here, this isn’t the last audition you’re going to take and this is sure as hell, not the last time you’re getting on a stage” your words are stern but filled with warmth, they are directed to you and him. you can’t let him give up and you can’t give up either. jimin is grateful that you’re his friend as he passes by you and presses play on the music.
“you’re right, you always are” he mumbles with a chuckle and you smile with him. he reaches for your hand, giving it a light squeeze and you tighten your grip too.
“let’s prove all of them wrong” you move into position, “together?” he asks, breaking his position to look at you, “who else would it be?” you answer with a smile.
that was six years ago, that was when jimin was still just your friend, but with long hours of practice combined with celebrating your victories and failures together, you were bound to fall in love with him at some or another point. and he was always in love with you.
it was over a couple of bottles of soju and beer after the first time you two got roles in a local theater play, that he confessed to you in a dreamy, drunken haze. you still laugh at how quickly he sobered up when you said you felt the same way.
as you watch the dancers do their routine in a fresh new way, your mind subconsciously drifts to think about jimin and how he must be doing.
you were sure he was doing alright; it was jimin after all. if anyone could fully embrace the role, it was him.
-
contrary to your beliefs, jimin was struggling quite a bit.
it had already been three weeks since they started practicing and this week had been pure torture for jimin. as it turns out, hyejin was the perfect dancer, not that jimin thought otherwise but he didn’t expect himself to not be able to catch up with her. she practiced for hours on end, her body never faltered or missed a beat, while jimin had pretty good stamina himself, his body would give up on him from time to time.
and even if it were minor challenges, the nervousness that comes with starring in one of the biggest drama productions along with the need to stack up to hyejin now, was slowly building on him in a way he wasn’t sure he could handle anymore.
not to mention, he was still trying to navigate through this unusual feeling he had around hyejin, he hadn’t stopped thinking about her since that day, how close they were, how that closeness repeated every day with her. and after tossing and turning for nights on end, he put a label to what he felt for her while you slept peacefully beside him.
he felt attracted to her.
the kind of attraction that was so magnetic, so strong that it made him angry. he was angry that she pulled a move like that on him when she was well aware of his relationship with you.
but.
but jimin wasn’t out of the woods yet either, he not only reciprocated whatever she did, but he also didn’t do anything to dodge or discourage it. if anything, he encouraged her to advance further.
hyejin was slowly proving to be the root of all of his problems.
he sat down in the corner of the dance room after everyone had left, he recalls the disappointment flashing on the directors’ faces every single time he missed or skipped a step, and it placed a stone in his heart.
it wasn’t easy, trying to understand his own feelings while pushing his body to go further and do better.
he can’t lose this role; he can’t give up here but his body and mind are screaming at him to slow down.
he thought that if he got this role, everything would be perfect. he would work on getting a dance studio of his own, run it with you, propose to you and have a family with you, it was all mapped out in his mind.
but he didn’t think that just getting the role won’t help, he’s going to have to fill in the shoes of one of the biggest roles in the industry.
he was foolish enough to think he wouldn’t have to put in too much work to fill them out.
and he didn’t expect whatever was going on with him and hyejin, not even in his wildest dreams.
you were always his ride or die, someone, he could never forget and he hated himself for even looking at someone else through tainted eyes.
he can’t go further with hyejin, not even if it’s maddening to ignore the desires itching at his heart.
his thoughts are interrupted when a soft hand is placed on his shoulder, jimin doesn’t have to turn around to know that it’s hyejin.
“are you okay?” her tone is just as soft as her touch, and jimin looks at her with a bored face, his problems could have never looked more beautiful. “did you forget something?” his rude tone isn’t lost on her but she sits down beside him, which confuses jimin.
“it was hard for me too” she starts and jimin scoffs, he couldn’t believe that she was lying straight to his face. he had seen her practice and she never showed any signs of struggling. “i dance the way i do because i have put in precious time into it” she continues and jimin straightens up to listen to her. “the amount of practice i do, is punishing for my body. i held onto that harsh realization for a while but without punishing it, i can’t do better than i already am.”
it’s grim, love and passion just aren’t enough if you want to pursue your art. there’s always a price that comes with doing what you love.
his respect for hyejin skyrockets as she explains how she dances the way she does, but that’s quickly turned to dust when he remembers that he wouldn’t be this miserable if she wasn’t his partner.
didn’t she feel even the slightest bit of guilt for whatever she was doing?
she knew he was a taken man after all.
“that’s insightful, thanks” jimin’s reply is dry and he looks away after that, he fully expects her to scoff in his face and walk away so imagine his surprise when she giggles at him.
he cocks his eyebrow at her, waiting for her to explain what’s so hilarious about his clear frustration. hyejin sighs with a soft smile before turning to fully face jimin. “come on” she extends her hand to him and he looks at it questioningly, hyejin doesn’t wait for an answer as she takes his hand in hers and pulls him up.
again, jimin tries to convince himself that he doesn’t like it but he does nothing to move away or take his hand back.
“we will practice together and only go home when we can’t move a muscle” hyejin announces, letting his hand go to fix her ponytail and she smiles widely when jimin keeps his hand open for her to take again with a dumb look on his face. “don’t worry about meeting anyone’s expectations for now, just focus on me and the music, you have it in you jimin, you just have to believe your talent here.” jimin melts at her words.
you.
you used to talk to him this way whenever he was down.
oh my god, you.
what is he doing?
for that one second, you are everywhere in his mind, every nook and cranny of his brain crowds with thoughts of you and jimin feels unsteady again, but with one more tug from hyejin, everything he knows about you disappears just as quickly.
when they get close again, she isn’t the first one to smile this time, he already has a budding smile on his lips and it gets wider every second he holds her close to him. once again, they’re face to face and jimin sees you in her.
his grip falters as her grip tightens, her hands leaving his arms to caress the back of his neck before subtly bringing his ear close to her lips.
“we could be bigger together, everyone would die to have us in their show, we could do so much together, just imagine the sheer volume of applause they would shower us with,” she whispers to him and jimin listens like a snake to a snake charmer, he can only hear her.
together.
he believes in together, but that was with you.
you and him were supposed to be big together.
jimin looks at the floor, his arms loosening almost completely from hyejin and she frowns.
why couldn’t he see what she saw for them?
why couldn’t he see that he wouldn’t go too far with you? that with her, he could have the world laying itself in front of him? that together, they could run the industry without lifting a finger?
her last words to him have him convinced, she says it slow, she says it like the challenge she is and jimin finally lets himself say fuck it as he pulls her towards him, he knows from the smirk on her face that she doesn’t feel guilty at all, she rather enjoys it.
but jimin is no better when he matches her smirk.
“don’t fight what you feel for me jimin, you won’t win.”
it was the most perfect practice jimin had ever had.
-
that day, jimin stumbles into your home, feeling disoriented among other things. he can’t believe himself, he can’t believe his behavior, the only thing he’s grateful for is that nothing went beyond some groping.
but he shouldn’t be, that’s a pathetic thing to be grateful for. and it wasn’t innocent groping either, he knew he had done and fucked up everything.
“you’re home!” your cheery voice from a distance makes his step stutter, his heart resting unsettled and forming a dull ache.
how could he do this to you?
his face almost betrays him when you come into view. your smile is huge as you skip towards him, he guesses you had another successful day at work and his heart blooms with pride.
you have always been so good at everything you do, very much like hyejin in that sense.
no, no.
hyejin is like you when it comes to working only, you aren’t like hyejin in any sense though, you wouldn’t play with jimin’s feelings and mind the way hyejin did.
you look so happy, so oblivious to what he’s done and jimin doesn’t feel like he deserves to even look at you at that moment.
but he can’t be too obvious so he accepts your open arms and cheek kisses with a forced, broad smile on his face even if everything in him feels heavy with guilt.
“i got out of set early today, we only had minor things to take care of but you won’t believe how well everything is coming along. oh, and what is that you’re holding?” you grab the plastic bag hanging off his hands, immediately being greeted by the smell of your favorite food; wonton soup and tempura shrimp.
jimin couldn’t stop thinking about what he’d done, so bringing you your favorite food was a very underwhelming way to reassure himself that your relationship will be okay.
you squeal happily, taking the bag into the kitchen and thanking jimin a million times over your shoulder, telling him that you were just getting worried about dinner and that he’s your savior in a silly tone. jimin follows your steps, head hung low because again, you have no clue about what he’s done but he does. he remembers it all too well and has the very sudden urge to wash hyejin’s touch off his skin, but it will be in vain.
“don’t fight what you feel for me jimin, you won’t win.”
“jimin!” he hears loudly, his head snapping up to meet your worried eyes. “are you okay, my love?” you approach him with a slight pout on your lips, and jimin gulps when you hold his hands in yours. “you’ve been awfully quiet, is everything alright?” the soothing circles you draw on his skin and your downturned eyes filled with love, only drown in his heart in more sorrow.
he wishes he could tell you; he wishes he could cry into your arms and beg for forgiveness because jimin doesn’t know what else to do, he doesn’t know who else to go to.
with no response from him, you assume that he’s had a bad day at practice, he usually put himself through a lot of self-doubt and hate whenever he messed up during practice. “let’s eat dinner, yeah? and then we can watch your favorite animated movie, boss baby, would you like that?” he lets a small smile slip at the mention of his comfort movie and you take that as a sign to guide him to the dinner table with you.
as you start eating, you remind him that your anniversary is soon when you gush about these new cakes you two should try out this time and jimin feels sick to the stomach that he forgot about your precious anniversary which was approaching soon, it was always such a big deal for you both.
he might not spend another anniversary with you.
you fill him in on every detail from your play, that everything’s going great, the crew are incredible and responsive to your ideas and vision. jimin lets himself forget about what he did as he listens to you narrate things to him with the most excited look on your face.
“oh speaking of dancers, you never told me what your white swan is like” you innocently shove a forkful of food into your mouth, completely missing the way jimin’s fork falls on his plate with a thud.
he was not expecting that and he suddenly felt like the air around him got hard to breathe, how is he supposed to tell you what his white swan is actually like?
“she’s..alright” he offers with a shrug, trying to act nonchalant.
correction, trying to act like he didn’t kiss her.
you raise your eyebrows at him, clearly with no clue as to why he’s so unenthusiastic to talk about his partner. “is she giving you a hard time or something?” jimin almost lets out a mocking laugh at that sentence, that was one way to put the absolute hell she was putting him through.
but he quickly comes to the grim realization that she only put him through what he allowed her to.
it’s on him.
"no, she’s good at what she does.” she’s good at making me forget that i have to come home to you.
his short and dry responses mildly frustrate you but you don’t say anything, not wanting to make his day worse with your questions.
“jimin, are you sure everything’s okay?” you whisper to him when you’re later cuddling on the couch with boss baby playing in front of you. your concern for him stays from hours ago but he does his best to give you his brightest smile.
“don’t worry about me, i’ll be okay.” you should start worrying about yourself, he bitterly thinks as he kisses your temple and holds you closer in his arms.
who knows how much longer you will stay in his arms?
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“heading home early?” your set producer asks as you start to pack things up for the day, you grin and nod in reply, there was no way anything could make you hide how excited you were for today.
“now, what’s got you so happy?” the choreographer brushes past you with a teasing smile, “it’s me and my boyfriend’s 6th anniversary today” you reply, the smile on your face never faltering, “boyfriend as in park jimin, right?” you happily hum in response and then everyone on set including the dancers, who are supposed to be practicing, make it their mission to tease you.
someone yells about how he hasn’t put a ring on it after so long and even if you laugh it off, you really do wonder why jimin hasn’t proposed to you yet.
“alright, alright, i’m leaving for today. if you need anything, send me a message!” you wave all of them goodbye and get into your car, the butterflies in your stomach fluttered gently at the thought of spending the rest of the day with jimin. it’s been so long since you spent proper time with him, both of you got so busy with your own work that you barely spent three hours together on a daily basis.
but you were positive that you would make up for all the lost time today. on your way home, you picked up the decorations and food, it was a tradition that jimin would bring the cake and you hoped that he would bring your favorite.
as you start setting up the balloons and streamers, you turn to see the time, it was already half past 7. your face falls into a small frown because jimin should’ve been home by now, you always met up at 7 and finished decoration together.
however, you reasoned to yourself that practice probably kept him late and decided to have everything ready by the time he’s home.
that time never comes.
your heart slips with each passing second that he doesn’t show up, you sit in a pretty dress on your couch with a sick feeling churning in your stomach that something doesn’t feel right, your fingers nervously play with the necklace hanging on your collarbones as you wait.
it was already 10.
jimin wasn’t answering your calls or messages.
you lay on your side and watch the clock tick by, jumping at any sound to see if jimin was home or not, and every sound was anything but him. you felt tired as you watched the minutes pass by.
for the first time, you felt unsure about the faith and trust you’ve put in jimin, it was for a brief second that you questioned every single one of his actions leading up to today but you snap yourself out of it.
jimin would never do anything to hurt you.
right?
jimin rushes out of his car, slamming the door and hurriedly locking it as he adjusts his jackets and makes his way upstairs to your home.
fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
jimin’s internal panic rises with each second, he really doesn’t think he can go lower in life than this. he shoves the key in with more force than he intended and pushes the door open, almost stumbling over his own feet as he makes quick, hurried steps to the living room.
his eyes fall on you soundly sleeping on the couch, he breaths out a sigh and leans against where you’re sleeping and on instinct, starts brushing your hair back as he fondly watches your lips naturally being in a pout.
is he really willing to lose everything he has right now just for a future that he’s not sure will be there?
his hand drops against your hair when he takes in how the living room was decorated in a lively way, he purses his lips as his eyes wander around every detail that you have put so much heart into and jimin felt like he failed you.
he turns back to you as you stir in your sleep and eventually open your eyes. jimin notices the relief flood in your expression when you see him.
“you’re home” you mutter so quietly that if jimin didn’t strain to hear you, it would have sounded like gibberish.
“of course i am” he smiles uneasily which doesn’t go unnoticed by you, but you get up anyway and jimin follows your movements as you sit upright on the couch.
you used to be so sure, that no matter where jimin goes, he will come back to you but something about tonight destroys that belief to tatters. and you hate yourself for going so extreme over one night but you can’t ignore your gut instinct telling you that something was very wrong.
you turn to look at the time.
3:00 A.M.
it was way past the time you and jimin agreed to meet but you didn’t want to ask him why he was late, you expect him to tell you himself, he owes you that much. but jimin doesn’t say anything either and he doesn’t even look at your face as you try to meet his eyes.
“did you bring our cake?” it was a simple question but to you, it was asking him if he actually remembered anything about today.
when he gulps and further lowers his head, you have your answer. and that answer falls like a rock in your heart.
“do you even remember what today is?” your voice is tired and laced with irritation but you don’t speak loudly, you don’t want to fight with him.
please tell me you remember.
“happy….anniversary” he offers pathetically and you want to scoff in his face at his lame reply. you were so excited for today; you hadn’t stopped daydreaming about tonight since a week ago and all of that crumbled down in a second.
“anniversary’s over.” with that, you get off the couch with unshed tears and start clearing the glasses filled with wine from the table. jimin watches quietly, the only sounds in the air being your light sniffles and glasses clinking.
he feels like he should say something.
“i didn’t mean to forget about our day,” he starts and when you don’t look at him as he speaks, he continues with an unsure tone, “practice just got so hectic and we were learning all these new moves at once, they didn’t let me go even when i begged.”
lies.
all lies.
there was no practice today, the choreographer had fallen sick so they just went over routines they already knew and everyone was let go in the early evening.
and let’s be real, no practice lasts till 3 in the night.
you honestly would’ve believed jimin until he said the last part.
jimin never begs anyone, and he was the heart of the show, a highly qualified and decorated dancer, if he wanted to be let off for one day, you know that no one would dare to say no to him.
but you let him lie because you can’t press him for a truth that he’s not willing to give you.
you continue to remain silent, moving to the kitchen and sighing as your eyes fall on the food that’s now cold, and jimin sees it too as he follows you in. the guilt that subdued because of his almost convincing lie returned with a vengeance, all this food must have been hard to prepare and the atmosphere remains heavy as you slide the plates into a trash can with a grim expression on your face.
you can’t shake the feeling of something being wrong, you also can no longer hold back the tears that cascade down your face. jimin is quick to rush to your side, making you sit down and lean against him.
“can you at least promise me that you’ll be there for my play?” you whimper, as you hold onto his arm and jimin nods immediately while pulling you in for a hug.
even his hug feels off to you.
“of course, i will, where else would i be?”
where were you today?
the question is at the tip of your tongue, ready to be released but you don’t say a word, you pat his arm in a signal to release you, and jimin watches with sorrowful eyes as you retreat into your bathroom. once the door is closed, you sink down on the floor with your hand on your mouth to muffle your sobs.
you don’t fully get why you’re crying. you’re tired from running all day and getting things done as quickly as you could to reach home for an anniversary party that jimin didn’t even bother coming to, you felt pathetic for putting in all that effort for nothing.
on the other side of the door, jimin hears your whimpers with downcast eyes and raises his hand to knock and hold you all night. but he pauses with his hand raised halfway, he takes a deep breath before stepping away. he doesn’t think he deserves to comfort you after what he did today.
jimin slowly walks to the huge vanity mirror in your room and pulls down his turtleneck to inspect the dark, blooming red patches splattered on his neck and he hates them.
jimin can’t believe what he’s become.
he can’t believe what he let hyejin do to him today either.
his hand hesitates to reach and graze those spots, wincing at the sensitivity. in some twisted way, he wishes for more of them to stain him but it’s not your mark that he wants, not anymore.
all jimin can think of is hyejin’s fingers brushing on his chest and asking him to stay for the night and how he almost agreed till he remembered which day it was.
he knows you’re hurt that he wasn’t there for the anniversary but your wails are just background noise to him at this point.
jimin can’t believe that he’s going to hurt you even more.
-
you stir as bright sunlight falls on your face, you curse to yourself before burying your head in the pillow with a groan. you still feel tired, and your entire body aches even if you slept quite well.
quite well is an exaggeration really, you kept waking up in cold sweat throughout the night because of dreams in which jimin left you, only after reaffirming that he was indeed next to you, did you fall back asleep.
the smell of fresh bread and coffee fills the air which makes you turn on your back, eyes popping from under the cover to take a look as your stomach grumbles involuntarily, reminding you that you didn’t eat anything last night. you see jimin standing there with a nervous smile and a tray covered in different delicacies in his hands.
your heart flutters as you take in the view, you missed waking up to him.
“good morning” he hums in a sweet tone and you sit up, allowing him to place the tray in front of you, it had all your favorites. you don’t greet him in return, your hurt from last night was still too fresh to forget.
“is this an apology?” your tone is as bitter as you feel and jimin hesitantly sits in front of you. “it’s also my attempt at celebrating our anniversary the way it deserves to be celebrated” he mumbles, albeit shamefully as he pulls out candles to stick on the lovely cupcake sitting in the center of the tray.
something about the sunshine falling on his pastel sweater and his hands carefully lighting the candles as his tongue sticks out a little in concentration, something about that sight is enough to forgive him in your heart. but he doesn’t need to know that.
when he looks up with his breathtaking smile and a gesture to blow out the candles, you almost completely forget what he put you through last night.
“i still haven’t forgiven you.” you lie with arms crossing your chest after blowing the candles and jimin nods in acceptance. “i don’t expect to be forgiven so easily babe but i’ll narrate a scene to you and we can make it happen if you want to forgive me.” he speaks softly, with tender loving laced in his voice as he pulls your hands from the defensive stance they’ve taken against your chest, easily breaking every barrier you’ve built to protect yourself.
“let’s say we go to lunch, it’s in the outskirts of the city, in that restaurant surrounded by vineyards that you like so much. you can wear your prettiest dress and i will try to match up on your beauty, i know i’ll fail but a guy’s gotta try, right?” he says with a teasing smirk, you chuckle bashfully as your entire body leaps in newly regained energy, your heart is already so hopeful.
“and then we can go to that bookstore you like or that ice cream parlor you like, really anywhere you want to go. we can come back home or we can stay out all night and go stargazing by the beach. today, we’ll properly celebrate us, okay?” you are all heart eyes as you nod with the biggest smile on your face and he breaks into a large grin himself at your agreement, putting away the tray and immediately pulling you into a bear hug. “i’ll think about forgiving you at the end of today.” you mumble into his neck jokingly and he breaks away with a playful glare.
“that’s just not fair, what do you mean you’ll just think about it?” he whines with a pout on his face and you giggle at his frustration. “oh, you find this so funny, don’t you?” he narrows his eyes at you for a minute before his hands leap to tickle you, you fall back on the bed with breathy laughter and squeals, jimin joins in the laughter as his hands tickle you everywhere he remembers you to be ticklish.
it all looks perfect. it looks like you and jimin again.
but perfection doesn’t hide what jimin did.
jimin’s ringtone blasts through the otherwise giggly and lovingly dizzy environment. you both look back at the phone, and jimin bundles you in his arms as he sits up to answer the phone. you smile childishly and poke his nose to annoy him as he tries to talk to whoever is on the other line, you don’t notice how stiff his entire expression suddenly becomes through his hesitant chuckles at you.
“wait, right now?” your fingers pause on his face as your smile immediately drops, jimin’s hold on you loosens as he continues to talk, and the rush you felt from before escapes your body as quickly as it came. you get off his lap and drop your head back on your pillow as you hear jimin sigh in agreement.
you should’ve known.
“who was it?” you mumble into the sheets and jimin gulps, “the choreographer” he shows you the call history, you don’t understand why but for jimin, it’s his way of trying to make you believe him.
he knew hyejin would call at some point and he couldn’t risk you knowing anything about her at all so as soon as things got not-so-innocent between them, he saved her contact as the choreographer.
the tension in the air is palpable when you don’t say a word, you don’t need to though, your disappointment is evident and jimin does not know what to say, he can’t say no to hyejin but he feels horrible enough for what he’s doing to you, he was hoping that he could salvage some emotion from today but nothing seems to go his way these days.
“babe…they’re saying it’s urgent.” she says we need each other to lap up the industry.
“just go, jimin” you groan out, you’re frustrated and tired and you just want to know why you can’t have him for one day. “i’m really sor-“ he starts but you’re quick to cut him off. “just go.” your voice is strained and defeated as your heart continues to drown in the disappointment of promises he didn’t fulfill.
he purses his lips and almost has the urge to call hyejin and tell her to fuck herself and scream at her for ruining what he already had.
but he won’t.
instead, he will leave you on your shared bed, all alone after destroying every chance of being with you the same way again. he can’t blame her for the choices he makes because jimin knows what he chose at that moment, it was not you.
it will never be you from now on.
-
for the next couple of weeks, you two barely see each other. frankly, you wanted to fix things as soon as possible, but your work got so much more hectic than you had anticipated. there were so many moving pieces to be decided by you and you didn’t have the time or energy to worry about your relationship but it was always in the back of your mind.
you figured you both would eventually work it out.
“today’s my play, it starts at 6 in the evening” it’s one of the few full sentences you tell jimin in so long. you’re eating breakfast together after a ridiculous time apart and you felt like you had to remind him about one of the biggest milestones in your life.
“i remember, of course, i will be there.” he says with a small smile and you smile back because somewhere in you, you so badly hope that whatever this phase you and jimin were going through, would end soon and you could go back to waking up to his beaming face every morning.
but that hope comes crashing down on you as stand behind the velvet curtain and fiddle with the cloth, trying to spot jimin in the dazzling full crowd.
“hey, did you perhaps see park jimin in there?” you stop and ask a crew member who simply shakes their head and runs off to get everything ready to start the play. even as the music starts, you can’t think of anything else, you barely enjoy the work that you have crafted over the months, you don’t feel a thing as everyone cheers and hugs at the end of it.
he missed your play; he actually missed the most important thing in your life right now.
“oh my god!” you hear someone loudly exclaim which snaps you out of your trance, turning around to see jimin run into the small back room with flowers in his hands. “it’s park jimin, bet he’s here for our director” a hushed whisper passes you by and everyone pats you with teasing smiles as they leave the room but you can’t bring yourself to smile back.
before jimin can even utter a word, you’re already making your way out the door. you are seething with anger, every exhale of yours louder than the previous one as you stomped your way out of the room with jimin hot on your tail.
“wait, i can explain!” he yells loudly as he grabs your arm and you pause because you see a few people from your crew in the same corridor. “you can explain when we are out of my workplace, do you get that?” your loyalty to professionalism slipped jimin’s mind and he hesitantly lets go of your arm, he watches as you politely greet and thank everyone before taking heavy steps out of the building.
“are you really going to not even look at me?” jimin glances at your side profile as you stop at a red light, the air in the car got heavier with each second you two didn’t acknowledge the other. but as you keep waiting, jimin keeps getting more anxious because if your relationship was going to end, he didn’t want it to happen this way.
“i’m saying i’m sorry, i seriously am very sorry for missing your play, it’s just practice got hectic and it completely slipped my mi-“ jimin frantically makes excuses and pauses at his grave error. he knows he’s said the worst thing he could when you turn to him with dead eyes.
“slipped your mind? my biggest career milestone so far, slipped your mind?” you bitterly chuckle and jimin gulps, sinking in his seat. “it’s been very busy” he meekly offers and he knows he deserves the scoff you let out.
“what could keep you so busy, jimin? you didn’t come to our anniversary, fine, it was whatever, i was hurt and i didn’t think much of it because i know how important practice is to you. but i can’t sit here and keep excusing every shitty thing you do and if it really is practice, don’t fucking push yourself so much. and do not expect me to let you go all the time!” he lets you scream your frustration out, it was clear you didn’t want to listen to him. he doesn’t say a word even when you reach home and silently sit on the couch, whatever frustration you felt turned into thin air as you realized what this meant.
“you missed my first ever direction” you whisper as jimin sits down next to you and he pauses, taking a deep breath because jimin really didn’t think he would let it get this far.
“i know” he admits, too ashamed to look at you so he looks at the carpeted floor and shuts his eyes when he hears your breath choking.
he shouldn’t have let it get this far, he shouldn’t have believed hyejin when she said that together, they could turn their lives and careers around, saying he had the name and she had the connections. and it would work, it is still supposed to work.
but how is jimin going to achieve whatever hyejin has promised him if you are not there in his life?
no, no.
heneedshyejin.
he just wants you, for his own selfish reasons.
hyejin made sure to remind him of how he would come running after her if they didn’t continue what they had.
“i can’t believe you didn’t come to my debut as a director, we’re supposed to do everything together jimin, what is going on?” your voice hitches here and there as tears fall down your face because you don’t, for the love of god, understand what’s happening with your relationship.
together; the word used to mean so much to him, it meant a future with you, it meant you to him but now, it’s just another word that has lost its meaning somewhere along the way.
i can’t believe it either, jimin bitterly thinks. he snaps himself out of his thoughts when he hears your sobs get louder.
“hey, hey, come here” he holds your shoulder and presses you against his body, letting you cry into his chest. you hate that you’re crying after such a successful day in your career. the play went perfectly, the crew and audience were singing praises of you but nothing in your personal life was adding up.
“you would never do anything to hurt me, right?” jimin’s heart stops as you softly ask him, looking up at him with teary eyes, you don’t know why you ask him but you need to be sure of that one thing, if not anything else. his hand that was rubbing your arms in an attempt to console you, stop in a jerk and his heart drops to his stomach at the way you’re looking at with so much vulnerability.
“why would i?” he nervously smiles, and even if it would have looked unconvincing to you usually, your fragile heart just accepted the false reassurance he gave you.
he’ll find a way to make it up to you, jimin thinks to himself. someday, he will wake up and think of you as he used to, and not hyejin. someday, he will start writing you love letters again instead of apologies. someday, jimin will find himself that loved you so much and everything will be okay again.
-
you stay home a lot, either worrying about your relationship or attending calls with future acts and partnerships. you felt blessed that at least your professional life was looking up.
but you missed jimin a lot, you offered to watch him practice and meet with his crew, and all those times, jimin immediately refused before backing it up with some lame excuse. you don’t push him though; you know that the play is weighing heavily on his mind with how silent he got around the home but you didn’t know that he was actually thinking of ways to let you down slowly.
he never ends up telling you.
before either of you know it, the day of jimin’s play arrives, he leaves home early and you’re left buzzing with excitement at home to finally see jimin as the black swan on stage.
you hummed as you got ready with a faint smile on your face, you were happy to see the play but you were actually happier that once it’s over, you could finally talk things out with jimin and build your relationship again together. you wanted him to know you forgave him, you consoled the angry part of you that there would be even more to look forward to in the future.
you carry this renewed hope all the way to the grand theatre where everyone looked and were expensive in every sense, the black swan wasn’t open for just everyone, it was a highly exclusive guest list and you couldn’t care less about all the glamours, you wanted to see the black swan himself and his white swan, who you were more than curious about.
you clutch the flowers in your hand tighter in anticipation as you take your seat and the lights start dimming away. and you let out an audible gasp when you see the white swan starting the stage, she’s a strong woman adorned with wings that look as pure as her but you could notice that shift in her eyes, the shift between passion and madness. you watch with wide eyes as she falls down, dragging her feet along the stage, begging the floor and her body to dance again before she’s pulled away.
and that’s when your breath is truly taken away. because jimin enters with onyx wings and smudged black eyes as she is being dragged away, and when jimin twirls on stage, the crowd holds their breath, not a single person wanting to forget how magically he moved on stage.
it’s the next scene that reels you in because the white and black swan are so close, you can’t even tell where the white swan begins and the black swan ends, it’s like the child-like purity and innocence dance right along with the absolute submission to your craft and the consequences that come with it.
you shift uncomfortably at the proximity the two share which was weird, you have never felt this way with any of his other dancers but something about the way they looked at each other, as they moved together, irked you.
but you don’t have time to think, the music becomes louder and louder, invading your senses fully and signaling finality to the play and the swans move quicker, sharper, and closer. your eyes burn with newfound jealousy as they finally leap into the sky, both their bodies remaining graceful even in the air with arms wrapped around each other, only to fall back down together, the music ceases immediately and the curtain falls on their heavy breathing but unmoving bodies.
the theatre is silent for a beat or two, everyone trying to encapsulate the truly terrific performance they just saw, and then the silence is replaced with the loudest applause you have ever heard in your life.
the kind of applause that hyejin promised jimin.
you stay in your seat, still a little dizzy from what you just experienced and you try to ignore the weird feeling in your stomach, trying to reassure yourself that dancing together required the right kind of chemistry and that’s it.
it is not connected to the many nights jimin has not come home, it is not connected to him suddenly insisting to do his own laundry, it is definitely not connected to him missing your anniversary and debut as a director.
it can’t be, jimin wouldn’t do that to you.
but your gut knows that something is terribly wrong and you’ve missed something huge from the past couple of months.
you slowly walk to where the reporters stand, hoping to see jimin and they all chatter loudly, preparing every question in their mind to ask the stars of the night, you nervously hold your bouquet close as you keep walking to the stage.
and your steps pause.
because jimin and hyejin, now free of costumes but with their theatrical makeup, step out from behind the curtains while holding hands with beaming smiles on their faces.
you tilt your head in confusion because jimin’s never held any of his dance partners’ hands when they walk out, your gut instinct pulls at you and just as you’re about to shrug it off, hyejin leans in for a kiss with jimin.
the camera flashes go off, all the reporters wildly shouting at them to pose and your blood runs cold, your body remains completely still as you watch them pull away with adoration in their eyes. you almost recoil from the sight as you feel the breath knocked out of you, you want to get away from this because it can’t be your jimin on the stage kissing someone else.
“are you two finally confirming the rumors?” a reporter yells on the top of his lungs.
what rumors?
hyejin rests her head on jimin’s chest with a happy nod, the questions come in rapid speed after that.
your heart submerges in pure betrayal because this was jimin, he was your day one, he was the reason you fought to stay alive in this industry for so long, he was supposed to be your future, you never imagined growing older without jimin by your side.
you look at jimin, trying to meet his eyes, trying to get him to explain what was happening and why he was holding her the way he was, why was he looking at her like he looked at you? but he doesn’t spare you a glance, he only has eyes for the woman latched onto his torso.
you feel sick.
you feel sick and angry as your vision fills with red.
you see red, all you see is dirty, dark, spilled and stained red clouding your mind and you hate that your gut was right, it’s been right from the very beginning. each time jimin didn’t come, it wasn’t because he was working hard, it was because he bought into every fantasy hyejin narrated to him but you don’t know that.
jimin finally meets your gaze, his heart racing a million miles as he senses the full force of betrayal and disappointment in your eyes, he also sees raging anger which has him looking away from you. even standing here with everything that hyejin promised, jimin doesn’t feel good, he’s like a shell, he doesn’t feel the same warmth in his heart that he does after every performance.
for a split moment, jimin doesn’t want what hyejin is giving him but he hesitates and hyejin always knows when jimin hesitates, so as soon as his grip loosens around her hand and she knows where he’s looking, she tightens her hold and gives him a tight smile.
“i told you, there’s no use fighting me, jimin. not anymore” she whispers sweetly into his ear with a grin, it would look like she was being an affectionate lover but jimin senses the warning in her tone.
so, he resists fighting anyway.
the thing is, jimin could fight, he could search desperately for a part of him that loved you but he chooses not to, he chooses to give you up.
she feels like you anyway and he’s already lost you; he can’t lose everything else too, especially not this loud applause and flashing cameras, jimin cannot risk giving his career up to god.
so when he glances back at you and the crumbling bouquet in your hand with pity on his face, you deem him a coward.
a coward for hiding behind hyejin, a coward for not ending things with you the way you both deserved, a coward for lying every single time you needed honesty from him, and a coward for looking at you with pity when he was more pitiable.
but you can’t help but feel like you were just as much a coward like him. a coward for not confronting him about his odd behavior earlier, a coward for not wanting to know why exactly he wasn’t coming home, a coward for forgiving him for the sake of keeping your relationship intact, and you feel ashamed of yourself.
once it becomes clear to you that jimin wasn’t yours’ anymore, you gather the energy to walk out of the theatre with your head held high because you are not the liar here, you didn’t stomp on someone’s heart so you will crumble only when you’re alone again.
and jimin stays right beside hyejin, while trying to ignore the sinking feeling his heart puts him through as he watches you leave through his periphery, he shudders as the door shuts behind you and he
this place that looked so bright and full of life, made you feel like the loneliest person in the world.
seoul.
a place where everyone seemed to know everyone and no one at the same time, this maze of a place is what you would call home for the next year and so.
being a transfer student was hard enough on its own, being an introverted art transfer student was even harder. all the friends who came with you had already found home in the people around them and in the places they chose to live in but you were stuck here, in this admittedly beautiful apartment, but even as beautiful as it was, you didn’t have anyone to fill the silence in the air around you.
your friends were good people though, they knew how hard it would be for you to adjust which is why they constantly spent time with you but you have urged them to not bother with that anymore, they’re in a new place with a treasure box full of memories and fun to unbox and you are no one to hold them back.
and loneliness isn’t an unfamiliar feeling, so you don’t feel too down about it.
but you do wish that you had someone to open your treasure box with, someone who sits beside you as you unpack the stories you would tell in the future, someone who would be the main character in your stories, the one who knows everything about you, someone who listens to the dreams you whisper into the night.
you had simple dreams.
your dream was to escape the cage you put yourself in.
and you’ll get there, your hope is flickering and exhausted but it exists, it urges you to breath everyday even if it’s hard, even if you want to run away and never talk to anyone again, your tiny light of hope that you’ll reach your dream, is what keeps you alive.
besides, seoul has too many pretty café’s, bakery’s, and skylines for you to give up here, you would rather give up in a place where everything is mundane and monotone, kind of like your home before you came here.
your hands lay limp beside you as you take a break from molding your sculpture, the clay drying on your hand feels uncomfortable, the night keeps getting colder as midnight strikes, and you feel tired in all aspects but that isn’t a valid excuse to the world, and it is especially a lousy excuse to your teacher who will grade this assignment in a few months from now.
you have just a few months to finish this intricate design of a woman falling down, you’re half-way done with her head but your mind doesn’t let you imagine what a descent would look like, a descent of a spectacular woman like the one you’ve made deserves to be show-stopping and you can’t come up with it.
what made you think that being an art major student would be a good idea?
you are clearly not cut out for it and the consolation and peace you used to feel every time your hands moved to create something is largely absent from your recent works, you feel like you can’t do anything right these days.
you are so cruel to yourself, even when the world is enough cruel to you, you press yourself to feel more pain, to hurt yourself a little more and you feel utterly useless in this large world filled with talented people.
art used to be your thing, it used to make you feel like a blooming flower during spring, it used to make you feel like you’re having the wildest party all in your head and it broke your heart into many more pieces when you didn’t feel that rush of emotions anymore.
you loudly sigh and check the time; it’s a little past midnight and you can only guarantee your safety if you start leaving now considering you want to take a ride to han river before you head home as well. you arrange your supplies in the right order and wave goodbye to the unfinished sculpture, grabbing your bicycle and then you’re gone in the wind.
the world doesn’t seem as cruel with breeze flying through your hair and your hands tightly wound on the bicycle you’ve rented for the time being, it was cheaper and you needed a way of transport in this expensive city, and you don’t like buses even if they’re more accessible, you prefer your lilac bike.
han river is one place that feels like home in this cold city, it’s the one place you will let yourself get lost in, you screech your cycle to a stop and step off the bike, there’s not a lot of people in sight, a few couples here and there, some people walking their dog and then your bench. well, it’s not your bench but whenever you’re here, it’s always empty and you just claimed it as yours but this time, it’s not.
you squint your eyes as you walk your bike to the bench, the usually empty bench seems to be occupied by a tall man, who doesn’t seem to notice anything around him, his cap is lowered just enough to cover his eyes and his stature is slightly slouched over, you only notice a notebook on his lap once you get close enough.
“is there anything i can help you with?” a gentle but deep voice breaks your train of thoughts and that is when you realize you’re staring at him, you panic and quickly bow in apology, palms already sweaty at having to come up with an excuse.
“i-i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to stare, this bench is usually empty which i was confused that’s all, enjoy your night” you bow again in apology, eyes squeezing shut, you want to run away and never come back, even your safe place has an embarrassing memory attached to it now.
“no no it’s okay” he lightly chuckles and you feel grateful to the kind stranger.
“if you want, there’s place for one more” he pats the empty space next to him and finally lifts his head, with his cap no longer getting in your way, you almost gasp at how handsome the man is, his eyes especially, you don’t think you’ve seen more beautiful eyes in your life.
“i don’t want to intrude, really it’s okay” you nervously say, hands squeezing the handles of your bike tighter.
“you’re not intruding, technically this is public property so you can do what you want.” he shrugs.
he’s not wrong. and his voice is awfully soothing to the ear so yeah, maybe you’ll take that seat.
you rest your bike against the tree beside it, noticing another bike resting against it and sheepishly sit down next to the man with the blue bike and comforting voice. you lean back with a sigh of relief, still a little stiff because you’re sitting next to a stranger but you don’t feel as uncomfortable as you usually do around new people.
you like that.
you like not freezing every time someone unfamiliar talks to you.
“my name’s kim namjoon, by the way” he lifts his hand with a huge smile and your eyes admire the deep dimples on his cheek, he looks friendly and awfully too nice.
too nice.
“y/n” your cheeks are already flushed and you manage to only whisper your name as you shake his hand, his hand feels warm and welcome.
“so, y/n, which university do you go to, assuming that you are still a student?” you’re surprised that he is trying to make conversation with you but you find yourself not minding it at all.
“still a student and this university” you lift your phone to show him the university on your phone and his eyes spark with recognition. it isn’t good to show strangers which university you go to but namjoon looks harmless, you just hope he’s as harmless as he seems.
“we go to the same university” he smiles at you and you bite your lip, you’ve never seen him around.
“do we? what do you major in?” you slip your phone into your pocket and look at him.
the moonlight looks especially stunning on him.
“it’s pretty boring, business and history” he sheepishly scratches the back of his head and you shake your head immediately.
“everything feels boring after a while, i’m sure you’ll find something special in those subjects too” you wish you could say the same to yourself but you’re not sure if your love for art will ever be reborn again. you don’t notice namjoon’s fond eyes looking at you as you worry about yourself.
“what course do you take?”
“art” you answer shyly.
“that’s so cool” and usually, whenever you tell people that you’re an art major, you see a constant wariness in their eyes, judging you, judging your future and they proceed to ask questions about how you’ll build yourself from scratch. questions like that scared you.
namjoon doesn’t say anything but a simple compliment, simple but sincere and that’s really all you need. you smile at him, sincerely for the first time in months.
“you come here often?” it keeps surprising you that he continues the conversation but you’re grateful that he does, you have no way to continue it yourself.
“not a lot of other places to go to when you’re a broke college student.” namjoon chuckles at your dull tone and you find that you like that, you like making him laugh like he is right now.
“you’re right, seoul is as expensive as it can get.” his tone is whiny and…cute? everything about namjoon is cute as far as you can tell.
“tell me about it, can’t buy a decent cup of coffee without having to sell my kidney.” he laughs once again and at the sound of his laughter, a familiar bloom of happiness starts slowly in your body too. and you grin at him.
“well i bear good news for you, dear broke college student, i happen to be the owner of a bakery near the campus, it’s called ‘joonie,’ don’t question the name please, and you’re welcome anytime, i promise to give a hefty discount.” his voice is teasing and filled with playfulness which makes you giggle, his eyes widen at your loud giggle, before they disappear because of his huge smile.
“not for free?” you decide to tease him back and he throws a glare at you, though a smile stays dancing on his lips.
“i will be the broke college student then” you laugh breathlessly into the chilly night and you feel free. you don’t feel your cage around you, even if it was just for that moment or two.
and you know that’s it all because of the man with the blue bike sitting right next to you.
maybe, just maybe, seoul isn’t as lonely of a place as you thought it would be.
-
that night, you fell asleep with a warm feeling trapped in your body, namjoon insisted to walk you, and even with all the sirens of stranger danger, you let him, it was a lovely walk, you made each other laugh as the night grew colder and right at your door, he gave you a smile you would remember forever, that’s how special it felt to you.
now, that you’re alone again, you don’t feel as warm and fuzzy anymore, you are cold as ice like any other day.
you don’t know why you are, the way you are but you are. you exist, fading in and out of reality, but you exist. and you have responsibilities, you have teachers back home to make proud, you have a family waiting for your calls, you have assignments to finish, you have a life that you can’t just resign from.
your hands drip with wet clay as you focus on finishing the head of your falling lady, you feel your approaching sadness over the emotions you miss, your hands carefully press and smooth on her face, you don’t want to mess her up and you need your scholarship if you want to stay or continue in seoul. but you still feel hollow, devoid of the capability to feel anything.
you lean back on the uncomfortable wooden stool which digs into your skin from time to time, you can’t even reach for your phone with how messy your hands are and you groan, desperately trying to get your head back into it.
“can’t focus?” you hear the same, deep voice and you immediately snap your head at the entrance of the studio room to see namjoon leaning on the doorframe, he had a nervous smile on his face with slightly widened eyes and you immediately felt bashful under his careful gaze.
“it’s nothing new” you say honestly and he hums, walking into the room and sitting on the other side of your table.
“i hope you don’t think is creepy, you told me you were in the art department and i was going to head home, but the light was turned on here so i assumed there would be a chance of you being here, and i just wanted to check, i swear it sounds creepy but it’s n-“ you cut his nervous rambling with a small chuckle, waving your hand to dismiss his worries.
“it’s alright, really” you reassure him and he sighs in relief.
“i’m not here to distract you though, you can keep working, i’ll leave.” he gives you a smile and gets ready to leave but you don’t want him to go.
“no, stay.” you say and immediately feel a blush creep over your face when he shrugs happily and sits back down.
“i could use a distraction right now, is what i meant” you try to cover you but you know that namjoon doesn’t buy that excuse, he just nods with a playful roll of his eyes.
“in that case, can i take you somewhere?” and you don’t say no.
-
in namjoon’s poorly lit bakery, which apparently runs 24/7, you feel good sitting opposite to him and you don’t mind the open environment because there’s barely anyone here.
“you were doing a sculpture when i came in, right?” you nod, fingers curling around the coffee cup in front of you.
“the idea is to make it a falling woman.”
“i can’t imagine that being easy.” namjoon tilts his head with a small frown.
“you’re right, it’s not. which is why i’m struggling with it” you smile tightly, your mind once again invading you with your inability to finish it.
“it’s not easy but i’m sure you can do it.” he reassures you and as much as you want to believe it, you don’t have it in you.
“right” you mumble with a strained smile and namjoon picks up on your sour mood.
“it’s hard to focus sometimes, burnouts are very natural especially if it’s a creative process like yours, so take it easy, work as hard as you can when you’re motivated, and take breaks when you don’t feel motivated” you just stare at him with your mouth agape, because no one’s tried to comfort you like this and you don’t even know namjoon all that well.
“thank you, like seriously thank you” you are grateful to him, his words did give you a small push, to continue your assignment.
“you don’t have to thank me, just be sure to show me when you’re done with it, yeah?” he smiles at you and you nod happily, you decide right then that he’ll be the first person you show because you really don’t know anyone else in this city.
“enough about me, tell me about you.”
“i like writing songs.” you widen your eyes in excitement and urge him to continue, at your enthusiastic reaction, he lets out a little laugh and rubs the back of his neck.
“me and my friends, we recently rented a studio, the goal is to be a producing group together, we’re pretty solid” he explains and your respect and admiration for him grows ten-fold.
you want to ask him to listen to one of his works but you’re not sure if you’re there yet.
“one day, maybe if we keep meeting like this, you can listen to something by me.” he suggests and you’re delighted that he says it himself.
“one day” you smile gleefully at him and he smiles right back.
you may not like seoul just yet, but you like namjoon.
you like namjoon a lot.
-
you don’t stop meeting namjoon, whether it be at your art studio when he visits you late at night, and it feels so delicate with no one else but you two. or whether you meeting him during his shift in the library and then walking to the bakery and staying there till it gets too late.
you enjoy his company; you enjoy making him laugh and knowing more about him.
and you only hope that he enjoys it just as much as you do.
you really, really hope that he does.
“you look cute when you concentrate” you suddenly hear namjoon’s voice as your hands smooth over your woman’s cheeks, your movements pause on the sculpture, looking at him with widened eyes and he simply grins at you, you snap your head back and start running your hands on her face, ignoring the butterflies in your chest.
“oh right, the other day, you asked me when i would let you listen to my music?” you immediately abandon your sculpture to lean towards him with an eager smile on your face and namjoon chuckles bashfully at your reaction.
one thing that you both constantly talked about was his music, since you got to know about it, your curiosity was endless, and namjoon was more than happy to feed your thoughts, telling you everything from his inspiration to write lyrics to where he gets his equipment and why he writes the lyrics he does.
“well, today’s the day if you want to go” you don’t even answer him, shuffling out of your seat and putting your sculpture, and namjoon watches with amusement as you hurriedly arrange everything and run around to finish as quickly as you can.
“let’s go” you gasp breathlessly as you come back to him while stuffing your arms into your cardigan and namjoon gestures you to calm down with the same amused smile.
“i’m calm, now take me” you whine as you grab his hand, dragging him out of your studio.
-
you both are giggling all the way up to his studio, namjoon either tickling you whenever you talk too much or you mess up his hair by pulling his hoodie on his head over and over again, you’re nothing but all smiles as you reach the room. the lights are already on and you hear light noise coming from the inside, namjoon looks over at you and then places his hand on the door.
“i guess, you’re also meeting my friends today” he smiles at you and you freeze, and just as you’re about to grab his hand and run back to your studio, he pushes the door open and pulls you in with him.
you are met with three pairs of unfamiliar eyes who immediately look up at the intrusive sound and the new person in the room. you instinctively move behind namjoon a little, but then he’s tutting at you and pulling you gently in front of him, all while the four pair of eyes never leave your intertwined fingers.
your feet stop moving as you only look at the ground, letting namjoon start the conversation.
“everyone, meet y/n, she’s my…friend” he breathes out and you don’t lift your head, just nodding in acknowledgement. you hear people shuffle around before a hand comes into your vision, you look up to see a man with a bright smile on his face.
“name’s hoseok, nice to meet you” you slowly shake his hand as he keeps smiling at you, you feel yourself smile back at him involuntarily. someone pushes hoseok out of the way and even as he turns to curse at them, another hand extends itself towards you.
“hello, i’m taehyung” he doesn’t wait for you to take his hand but eagerly reaches for it and shakes it roughly, making you giggle at his frantic actions, and then one more hand takes his place.
“yoongi, good to meet you” he offers you a small smile and you smile back at him.
“this isn’t everyone by the way, just the half” and you’re glad because your social battery isn’t charged for more people.
“now, i came here to show y/n something so, everyone out” namjoon points to the door with his thumb and everyone except you starts whining and complaining but they do start to gather their things, hoseok leaves first but not without telling you that you should hang out one day and yoongi does the same, taehyung pauses at the door before turning with a smirk.
“you’re kicking us to kiss y/n, right?” he teases and you choke on your own breath, namjoon also blushes and looks away before pushing the boy out.
“sorry about that” he scratches the back of his neck and you wave your hand to dismiss his worries, shyly pushing your hair back.
“okay, let’s do this” he claps his hands, sitting in front of a large monitor, you sit right beside him, leaning over to see him clicking over many files to find the song he wanted to play for you.
he looks at you with a nervous smile and you nudge him to press play already and when he does, you don’t think about anything but the sound that surrounds you.
it’s an alternating beat, flowing between a softer to a harsher beat, the lyrics and namjoon’s voice engulfing you, telling you story about an ending, a bye which isn’t pleasent, and it makes you tear up, because the feeling that you missed with your art slowly spreads in your chest, covering inches of you in miniscule crawls but just the return of those feelings makes you want to break down on the floor in happiness.
you listen with awe written all over your face and namjoon doesn’t disturb you, doesn’t ask you how it is, just lets you feel his words in peace.
at the end of the song, he doesn’t even ask you if you like the song or not, he simply smiles at your teary eyes and wipes a few tears that stopped on the apples of your cheeks.
“sometimes, i’m afraid” he quietly says, the music long fading into background and now, it’s only him that matters.
“afraid of what?”
“that i won’t go somewhere with this” he gestures to the equipment and lyric sheets messily thrown on the desk, the tension is heavy in the room with namjoon’s dull mood, and you take his hand in yours.
“you made me feel something that i never thought i would feel again, i was so scared that i lost the part of me that could feel but that one song revived me, and if that happened with me, i’m sure your music will resonate to a lot of others too, and you don’t have to go somewhere with this, you’re already there as long as you love what you’re doing.” you tell the words you wished someone would say to you, because namjoon, out of anyone else you knew, deserved to hear those words.
he’s grateful for your words as he takes your hand in his and presses a gentle kiss on it. your smile is wider than it’s ever been and you know that it’s only because of him. and with that kiss, you also know that it’s not just you who is falling.
“thank you” he mutters, cupping your hands gently in his.
“you can thank me by playing more songs” you cheekily say and namjoon lifts his hands in surrender with a low chuckle, already looking for more songs to play for you, but now, it’s less about showing you his work and more about seeing that look on your face as you completely get lost in the song.
that’s how you spend the night, you end up in full blown tears at some point, and namjoon laughs as he keeps wiping them with his sweater and you don’t want the night to end, you don’t want to stop crying around namjoon because you get too into your feels about the song, you don’t him to stop wiping your tears away because it’s him, and any moment with him, laughter or sobs, feels right.
how are you ever supposed to tell him that you have to leave?
-
you stir lightly in your slumber, being unable to stretch as much as you want to and with an annoyed groan, you open your eyes to meet..a chest?
yeah, that’s someone’s chest, you’re very sure it is.
you snap your head up even in your half sleepy state to see namjoon still blissfully in dream land.
then you look at your surroundings, you never left the studio last night and right now, you’re all cuddled up to namjoon and the warmth around you two is a good change from the weather outside.
you don’t mind this, you don’t mind this at all.
you lazily smile before snuggling closer and trying to fall asleep again, but then you hear noises, voices to be more exact and it’s coming from right outside the door, you internally panic but don’t have the energy to try and move.
you hear the creak of the door opening, and squeeze your eyes shut, hoping that whoever it is, just goes away and leaves you until you can run out. the voices immediately pause, and you know that they’re looking at you.
“no way” someone chuckles in disbelief and if you remember right, the voice belongs to taehyung. you feel namjoon move in his sleep and expect him to get up abruptly to explain to his friends whatever this was. but just like you, he doesn’t move.
“what are you doing here so early?” he groans, cradling your face deeper into his chest and you feel a rosy blush erupting in your cheeks at his low voice and the new closer proximity.
“it’s saturday, namjoon” hoseok answers.
“i get that but can you leave till she gets up and goes back? i don’t want her to be uncomfortable when she wakes up.” your heart warms at how considerate he is of you and stifle your laugh when they playfully complain to namjoon, loud enough to whine but low enough to not disturb you, they still think you’re asleep.
“the things we do for young love” yoongi dramatically mutters.
“you better buy us a round of drinks later, hyung” you hear taehyung complain but you also hear a smile in his complaint, like he actually doesn’t mind at all.
“yeah yeah, now get out.”
“so bossy” hoseok mutters one last time before the door closes and you deeply exhale in relief.
“you can open your eyes now, they’re gone” namjoon brushes your hair away from your face and you squirm in his arms, darting your eyes up as you look at him, you feel totally in bliss in his arms with sunlight shining on you two.
am i suffocating you?
do i make you happy like you make me?
am i hurting you, because i’ve done that before?
how will i leave you behind?
like a response to all your questions, namjoon places a soft kiss on your forehead before his lips trail all across your face, delicately drawing patterns on your face and then his lips pause at yours.
but you don’t back away like you expected yourself to and he doesn’t either, only holds you tighter.
-
the smile on your face doesn’t budge as you finish your falling lady’s head, it’s finally done, and you’re honestly in love with her, you’re in love with everything about her face, from her eyelashes that are startled open, lips slightly parted, eyebrows raised in an elegant way and her face contorted in a peaceful shock. even when falling, she’s supposed to be the most graceful woman. and she looks like it too.
you feel at peace, not as jittery as you used to be, you still get the occasional sinking feeling of fear and disappointment but you don’t let it take over you like it used to.
even your hands covered with clay don’t feel uncomfortable, they don’t feel suffocating, they feel freeing, you’re slowly re-discovering love, both for art and in people. and you know why you feel better than you have in years.
the door to the art studio swings open and you barely recognize namjoon who stumbles in through.
you also understand why love is addictive.
“do you need help with that?” you get up from your stool when you see namjoon carrying a huge stack of books in his arms. you hear a groan in reply and stifle a laugh as you wipe your hands on your apron and take half the stack from him, placing them on your desk with a huff.
“why are you carrying these around?” you ask as he sits down opposite to you.
“new books, i need to write their titles down in this register” he lifts a large, rectangular book from the desk with a look of dread on his face.
“you couldn’t do that in the library? carrying all of these books back will be exhausting.”
“i just wanted to spend time with you” he nervously chuckles and you feel your cheeks warm up.
“then you did a good thing” you smile at him and both of you work silently, you continue to start the body of your lady and namjoon scribbles through many of those books.
you know you have to tell him, that your time here, that your time with him is limited and you know he deserves to know before both of you get too deep into this to get out.
“joon, there’s something you need to know” you stop drawing your pieces and he stops writing as well, putting his pen down to give you his undivided attention.
“i’m listening.” as confident as he sounds, you know that he’s nervous, it’s written all over his face.
“you know that i’m a transfer student, right?”
“right, and your course lasts for 2-3 years?” he looks so hopeful, you want to take back every word you’ve said so far and just let him believe that.
but you can’t do that anymore.
“no, it doesn’t” you look away from him and he frowns.
“does it last for longer then?” you hate this. you really hate this.
“i’m staying here only for a couple more months, like 4-5 now.” you purse your lips and stay silent as you wait for his reaction, he doesn’t say anything either, his frown gets deeper and you almost feel like you’re betraying him. which you are.
“i’m sorry, i just need a minute” he gets up from his seat and your eyes nervously follow his movement.
“of course, take your time” you mumble as he exits the art studio and you feel your heart sinking as soon as the door shuts close and you’re all alone again.
the motivation you had when you first started the night of sculpting, left your body as soon as the sound of the door clicking shut filled the air, your shoulders slump and your hands lay limp by your side, and before you know it, tears slide down your cheeks as you purse your lips.
you had just stopped getting used to being lonely but now that the feeling comes rushing back to you, you hate it.
-
you don’t hear from namjoon for the next two days and you’re left tossing right and left in your bed and trying to ignore the tears that stain your pillows.
you should’ve told him sooner, you should’ve let him know that even if you had time, it wouldn’t be much, but maybe he thought it was better to leave you while he could.
it’s not like it hurt any less for you though, because you really did like namjoon, you might even love him if you could convince yourself that you were capable of love, you have never felt the way with anyone else but namjoon, that feeling of just teetering over the edge before you completely get lost in him.
every time your phone buzzes, your heart leaps in your throat and you hurriedly grab it but it’s never him.
you lazily structure the body of your sculpture, messing up frequently and with each mistake, you feel more annoyed, not only with yourself, but with the world, for filling your life with warmth only to leave it chilling cold like it always has been.
and one more mistake later, you throw the arm of your lady on the ground, frowning at it with a groan escaping your throat.
you’re not handling this well.
then you remember namjoon’s words, take breaks when you aren’t motivated and give it your all when you are. you feel anything but motivated so you decide to take a ride down han river for an hour and come back to your sculpture.
you warily eye the door to your art studio, you won’t tell anyone but you’ve been secretly hoping for a certain someone to burst through the door clumsily with fumbling steps and words, and you’re left dejected every time it turns out to be anyone but him.
your lilac bike is the only thing in the world that shows you mercy, the only thing that gives you the freedom to let go and you’re grateful that you chose it and not some stuffy train or bus.
you hastily throw your bike to rest on the tree adjacent to your bench and soak in the cold wind that surrounds you, no one but a few people with pets pass in front of you and even with the grey skies showing signs of a heavy rain, and the wind that chills your bones, you have never felt more at peace in these past two days than right now.
maybe you should just start getting used to being lonely again.
it’s not that bad, at least not on this bench and bike you’ve grown so fond of.
“as much as i love seeing you here, i was trying to ignore you” you hear from behind you and you don’t turn around, you know that it’s namjoon, and you’re not sure if he’s being as serious as he sounds.
“i can leave” you mumble, getting up from the bench.
“no, stay.” he appears in front of you and sits you back down before settling beside you.
“it was stupid of me to think that i could forget you simply by ignoring you, especially when i don’t want to forget.” he doesn’t sound like he’s talking to you, more talking to himself but you still listen, with your heart caught in your throat and your palms unusually sweaty even in this cold weather.
“what are you trying to say?” you sound annoyed and you are slightly, because he keeps mumbling to himself and you don’t want to get your hopes high just for him to leave you on this bench.
“i’m saying that, i don’t care if our time is limited”.
there it is, hope.
with soaring hope in your chest and eyes, you finally look at him for the first time since he’s come here.
“i don’t care because we’ll just make the most out of our time, i want to know all of you before you leave me, it’s dangerous to say that i don’t care even if it hurts, but i don’t have it in me to be scared of that right now, i’m only scared of losing you while you’re still here.” you are at a loss of words as namjoon spills his feelings on you, and the hope that soared through your chest reaches the sky when you process what he says.
but how hurt will you be at the end?
you’ve been hurt before; you can handle it. at least you think you can.
because how could you ever say no to namjoon when he’s offering you a key to the treasure of memories you’ve always wanted to open?
“now, i understand why you write songs” is the only thing you can say with your choked up voice and teary eyes, and namjoon, like always, is there to wipe your tears away.
“i’ll keep writing if you listen to them, wherever you are.”
-
with each day that you spend with namjoon, it gets harder to part ways at the end, whether it be right at the front of your door or at the studio, saying goodbye, even for a few hours, felt painful and it was evident that namjoon felt the same way too.
the grip on your hand tightens as leaves fall around you two, you’re back near han river and namjoon is busy writing lyrics in front of you while you sketch away anything that comes to your mind. you don’t feel as frantic about your sculpture now that you’ve finished the outline of her body, you’re going somewhere with it and you couldn’t be happier.
“what do you think of this?” one thing you love about sitting by namjoon as he writes his lyrics, is how he constantly reaches out to you for your opinion, you feel very special that your opinion matters to him.
you take the notebook from his hands and glance over the lyrics, it’s just as tear-jerking but eye-opening as all of his songs are, you hand it back to him with a grin on your face and that’s how he knows that you love it.
“i wanted to ask you this, how did you feel when i didn’t talk to you for those few days?” the question is sudden but you’re not caught off guard, you knew it was only a matter of time before it would come up.
“lonely, just lonely.” was your honest answer.
“how did being lonely feel?” he asks as he continues scribbling on his notebook.
“familiar but not that bad” you know that your answer is straight forward enough to jerk namjoon’s scribbles to a pause. he looks guilty as he raises his head to you and you are taken aback when he takes your hand in his and rubs circles on the back of it.
“now that i’m here, you never have to get used to or settle for ‘not that bad’, okay?”
“okay.” you smile at him and he smiles back, you feel content, happy even that you could find someone here, that you found namjoon here.
-
as weeks go by, both you and namjoon get busier, him with a deadline for a demo and you with your sculpture, it’s only a matter of two months before you have to send it for evaluation and even as you are finishing your sculpture, your heart is beating a million times faster, both out of excitement and fear.
your lady looks like every bit of the royalty that she is, at least so far, the cloth that drapes along her body and flies in the air, looks delicate, soft to touch, easy to break, and you couldn’t be prouder about it.
you hear your phone ring and a large smile takes over your face when you see who’s calling.
“hey, i missed you” namjoon can hear the pout in your voice as you speak and he internally coos.
“you don’t have to anymore, i’m outside your studio, i was hoping to take you somewhere since we haven’t seen each other for a few days now.”
“you’re outside?” you glance out the window to see namjoon waiting in a car, he waves his hand when he catches you looking.
you look like crap right now.
“okay, give me a minute or five..” you trail off and cut the call before he can object.
you run from your studio to the washroom with your makeup bag, frantically powdering your oily face and touching up your faded lipstick, you swiped your hands across your hair and pray internally that it won’t poof up. and once you look half-decent, you pat your cheeks roughly and run back to the studio, shoving your makeup bag into a desk and grabbing your usual bag before running out the door.
“are you okay? you look a little out of breath” he asks as you slide into the car, while desperately trying to catch your breath, you hurriedly nod, pulling your seatbelt on.
“okay” he laughs and starts the car.
a calm conversation flows between you two as namjoon drives you to whatever mystery place he wants to take you and you couldn’t feel more at peace with your windows down, making your hair the mess you were afraid it would be but you didn’t care, with namjoon right next to you, nothing else seemed to matter and it didn’t, no one has mattered to you the way namjoon has.
the sun has almost set and you excitedly take pictures of the ever-changing colors of the sky and show them to namjoon who marvels over them with you.
you could get used to this.
you could totally get used to this.
namjoon stops his car right at a small lake, with trees all around you and you can’t hear the loud city or traffic anymore at all, it’s just you, him, rippling water and fresh air. you shiver as you get down the car with namjoon, tugging your jacket closer.
“normally, it would be ideal if it was summer right now but we can’t wait for that” namjoon tells you as he pushes his jacket off his body and you widen your eyes at him.
“you’re crazy, don’t tell me that we’re getting close to that” you point to the lake with quivering lips and namjoon shrugs, removing his boots and wincing at the cold ground.
“this is a bad idea; we will be sick for days.” you shake your head, refusing to let go of your jacket and namjoon laughs at your worried face as he pushes his jeans up.
“and after that, we will be fine. so, shall we?” namjoon reasons and extends his hand towards you, and all your worries about being sick, about probably catching a nasty cold for weeks that could hinder your work, fly away. you sigh in defeat and unwillingly push your jacket away, already cursing everything out and namjoon is having the time of his life, watching you struggle.
“don’t you think taking our clothes off would be better? we will just have wet clothes at the end of this” you grumble as you take your shoes off.
“if you want to take your clothes off, i don’t mind” comes namjoon’s cheeky reply and you pick your jacket from the hood of his car and throw it on his grinning face.
“you know that i didn’t mean it like that” you flush red, both because of the weather and other reasons that namjoon is very aware of.
“of course, come on now, it’s worse just standing here.” and before you fully prepare yourself, namjoon pulls you with him to the edge of the lake, dipping his toe in and shivering, encouraging you to do the same but you know that if you did that, you will be running back to the car.
so, with a smirk, you take your hand from namjoon and push him in, giggling when he screams and the splashing water lands around you, he comes back up, completely drenched as you double over in laughter, he shakes his head at you, ruffling his hair out and before you realize, he’s at the shore, leaning against it with his arms crossed and watching you with a small smile.
“are you going to leave me alone here?” he pouts at you.
“maybe” you tease him and then he’s jumping out of the water, coming towards you with a determined look on his face and you struggle to keep your eyes on his face because his clothes are literally transparent right now. and before you know it, you’re pushed into the water followed closely by namjoon who jumps in next to you.
you gasp for air as you come up, the cold water freezing your nerves but you’re laughing, you’re laughing out of the pure joy and adrenaline that flows through you and namjoon’s laughing with you.
and you don’t think you have been this happy in your life, in your whole entire life, being frozen to your bones is the happiest moment. you start to splash water on namjoon who retaliates by scooping up water and throwing it right on your face.
just when you’re about to start kicking water on him, his arms wrap around you, forehead pressing against yours with a sigh and you stop moving.
“i don’t want to leave this place.” he whispers to you, even with the cold weather, his breath is hot and his body heat is warming you slowly.
in this cold world, both figuratively and physically, namjoon made you feel like the warmest sunlight.
i don’t want to leave you, are the words right at the tip of your tongue.
“we’ll die if we don’t get out soon” you joke instead and namjoon laughs, pulling away to cup your face in his hands, fingers smoothing over your face and your eyes flutter close at the gentle action.
“is there really no way i can make you stay?” you want to cry at how sincere and desperate he sounds.
“no, but you can make my stay worthwhile like you are doing right now” your answer is honest but you’re just as desperate as he is, you don’t want to go home where you have nothing but a monotonous, color-less life but you have no choice.
how can you say goodbye to this face that made the cruel world warmer in every sense?
as a tear escapes your eye, namjoon doesn’t wipe it away like he usually does, he curls his fingers around your cheek and pulls you closer until you can feel all of him, and this time, he kisses your tears away, slowly, like he has all the time in the world and your hands curl around his arms, gripping him like he will go away if you don’t hold him tight enough all while the water flows steadily around you.
he pulls away with a grin and you smile back almost instantly.
namjoon has always thought that people were more capable of hurting than loving but looking at you, shining under the stars and smiling at him like he’s the only person in the world, he believes people are just as capable of loving as they are of hurting.
“i have wanted to do that for so long now” he mutters.
“why didn’t you?”
“it didn’t feel right until now.”
“was it okay..for you?” he asks with pursed lips and you giggle at his nervous expression.
“i don’t think i’ve felt more alive in my whole life.” he beams at your answer, patting your head making you giggle again.
“well, we can just keep doing that then” he exclaims cheerfully and you cheer with him, already reaching for his face.
and again, it’s just you, him and the flowing water that freezes your bones.
with namjoon, seoul doesn’t feel lonely.
not at all.
-
you are the most dressed up you’ve ever been since you’ve come to seoul, with a simple fitting black dress, minimal jewelry and strappy heels, you feel confident standing next to your falling lady which lays vertically on the ground.
you are finally done with her, all of her, her elegant face, her sheer clothes that fly in the air as she falls, her hands grabbing onto open air, she looks desperate to be saved but she looks beautiful even on the ground.
and you’re proud, for the first time in ages, you feel like you have created something that can truly convey what you feel.
bliss, is the only thing you feel even with your sculpture that’s done and ready to present to your teachers and other enthusiasts, but your attention is divided as you keep checking the door to see if namjoon will bust in because you really want him the first person to see it.
“here, joon, here!” you wave your hand frantically in the full studio to try and catch namjoon’s attention who just enters through the door, he locates you in the room and quickly makes his way over to you.
the first thing he does is give you a warm hug and pushes a bouquet of delicate flowers into your hands, grinning proudly at you, he looks so proud and he hasn’t even seen the sculpture.
“you ready?” you call out excitedly, circling around your sculpture which lays under a thin blanket. namjoon shifts on his feet with a huge smile on his face.
“just remember, me showing you this is like you playing your music for me” you inform him.
“i know i will love it either way” he shrugs and you pause from lifting the cloth, narrowing your eyes at him.
“how are you so sure?”
“it’s something you poured your heart into, so i will love it” he answers sincerely and you feel flustered with his compliment, you cough awkwardly and lift the cloth off your lady.
for a few seconds, namjoon doesn’t say anything or change his expression, he circles your lady silently with observant eyes and you shift on your feet, your lips feel dry and you feel nervous all over, because his opinion matters most to you in this city, maybe even in this world.
“it’s you” he mumbles, just loud enough for you to hear.
“what do you mean?”
“you made yourself” he concludes and you blink at him, not knowing what to say.
“she’s beautiful even when she’s falling, even when she’s alone” he starts walking while he talks and stops right in front of you.
“just like you, you’re beautiful, however you are, you are the most beautiful.” you swallow the knot in your throat, no one has ever called you beautiful the way namjoon has.
“i don’t know what to say.”
“then don’t say anything, that’s alright” he lets out a breathy chuckle at your red cheeks.
“you know you don’t have to flatter me, i already like you” you tease and he shrugs.
“doesn’t hurt to get you to like me even more, right?” he winks at you and you playfully roll your eyes.
“but as much as i love you, that wasn’t my attempt to flatter you at all, you are just that good of an artist, and you are also the muse for my lyrics these days” he shyly admits the last part and you feel everything you have wanted to feel since day one of entering seoul.
namjoon truly did open your treasure of memories, and god, it will be so hard to leave him behind.
and he understood what you felt when you created her, you felt just as desperate, just as helpless as she did when you created her but you have handled it with as much grace as you could, namjoon was probably the only person who saw that.
“she is you, and i love her, like i love you.”
-
your presentation goes swimmingly, your teacher loved it, she took many pictures of it to show your potential to her superiors so they can extend your scholarship, and she did mention that the sculpture will be presented in a main art event. so that was definitely a win for you. your intrusive thoughts bother you from time to time, but they don’t hurt you as much as they used to, you don’t know if you have gotten stronger or your thoughts have gotten weaker, but you know that you’re better than you were just a few months ago.
your scholarship did not get extended, you expected that. your piece was good but some were just better, you didn’t beat yourself up like you thought you would, namjoon didn’t let you anyway.
speaking of namjoon, he’s all you have thought of now that your presentation is over, because he’s literally with you every day, putting aside his work to try and spend the last, few days with you, properly.
you’re currently sitting on the hood of his car, on top of a mountain that overlooks the city, he is stood in between your legs, feeding ice cream and listening intently to you as you keep rambling about how trust is so fickle.
“the thing is, if we’re wary of someone or a habit of theirs, it’s very easy to lose trust the second they mess up even the slightest, even if it isn’t fair to them, i just think that’s how people are.”
“you’re right, trust is very rare, you can’t say you trust someone easily, because trust is built on not time, not the relationship, but the people involved” he pauses to feed you and continues.
“i will always trust you though” you cheekily interrupt and he laughs.
“and i will always trust you.” he concludes and feeds you one last spoon while you smile gleefully at him. but then he sighs, stepping back from you and shaking his head lightly and you frown at his dejected stance.
“what is it, joon?”
“our time is almost up” he says with a sad smile and your heart tightens in your chest at his words, you know that your time is almost up, you’ve been trying to ignore that fact for so long now but you only have a day or so left with namjoon.
“before i leave” you scoot closer to him, breath stuttering at the close proximity you share with him as he eagerly waits for you to speak.
“i want you to take all of me” you have never felt as vulnerable as you do, whispering those words to namjoon under the moonlight that shines over you.
“you sure about that?” even with his eyes blown and throat closing around nothing, namjoon needs your permission to claim you.
“never been more sure about anything else in my life” you give him the permission he wants and who is he to say no to you?
-
waking up next to namjoon, in his room, wearing his t-shirt is something you wish you could do every single day but you’re out of time, you have been for a while.
“i don’t want you to leave” is the first thing namjoon says to you in the morning.
“i don’t want to leave you” is your answer, you’re no longer hesitant to say it. he gazes at you with such intensity because he really can’t believe he has to lose you just when he’s had all of you.
“how can i ever say goodbye to you?” he pulls you into him, burying his face into your neck and his sheets shift around you, it takes everything in you to not cling onto him for eternity.
“it’s okay, we had time” you mumble helplessly once you pull away from him.
“not a lot but we had time” you reassure him and this time, he’s the one who gets teary eyed. you feel your heart break at the way his face reddens as he keeps himself from crying.
“we’ll be okay” you whisper, wiping his tears as they escape his eyes, and hug him again, letting him cry into your shoulder, you feel your own sobs caught in your throat as namjoon cries on you.
“i’m sorry it had to be this way. i’m sorry i can’t stay.” you apologize with tears finally escaping your eyes and neither of you have the energy to wipe each other’s tears anymore, you only can cry and hope that time will be kind enough to stretch itself to keep you two together.
“i’m sorry i can’t come with you” comes his own apology.
“thank you for loving me, all of me” as he says that you break down in sobs because how will you ever find someone who loves you, truly loves you? you learned love with namjoon, you’re also learning goodbyes with him, but love was so easy, why were goodbyes so hard?
“thank you for being letting me be your muse.” you brush his cheeks with your fingers, trying to remember every feature of his before you have to let go. and he does the same, with sleepy but cautious eyes, he traces all of your features over and over again, like he’s forcing his body to keep you in his mind forever.
“is this really goodbye?” he asks one last time even if he knows the answer.
“i wish it wasn’t.”
-
it’s been six months since you left.
namjoon feels empty as he arranges the cups in his bakery, he sighs too often for it to be normal because every time he moves, his body reminds him of you, everything about you is etched onto every inch of him and he doesn’t think he will ever move on.
he still circles around the art studio from time to time, pathetically hoping to catch a glance of you working hard on your sculpture, looking up at him with a smile and then crashing into him to become one. he still visits han river just to recall every memory you’ve ever shared.
but he can’t bring himself to go to the lake, the lake where he kissed you like he’s always wanted to, he can’t go there knowing you will not be going with him.
he misses you. every nerve in him screams for you. his friends have been trying to get him to move on but namjoon doesn’t want to move on.
“welc-“ namjoon starts his formal greeting when he hears the door creak open, only for his mouth to hang open when he sees who is at the entrance, he races from behind the counter to rush to the entrance with wide eyes and confused but overjoyed grin.
“it’s actually you, oh my god” he whispers breathlessly as he reaches to touch your cheek and you smile tearfully at him. every night of hoping that you will be back in his arms feels worthwhile when you wrap yourself around him with a happy sigh. he caresses your hair, still not fully registering that you’re actually with him right now.
“so, what happened wa-“ you begin to explain why you’re back in the lively city of seoul and namjoon gently shushes you.
“doesn’t matter, you’re here, that’s all i care about” and with that, you melt yourself back into him, your fingers tracing patterns on his sweater, you missed him so much.
“we need to go to the lake again, i miss freezing with you” he jokes lightly but you know the desperation behind his words, he must have been waiting so long to take you.
“i am ready to freeze my bones with you again” you giggle and he pats your head with a fond smile.
“how long will you stay this time?” namjoon asks, and you notice fear in his voice, you lean back to give him your biggest smile yet. he has nothing to be scared of anymore and you don’t either.
pairing: Jungkook x Reader | [slight] Yoongi x Reader
genre: fluff, angst, smut, roommates!au, college!au, fuckboi!jk, enemies to friends to lovers
summary: Star basketball player Jeon Jungkook has a reputation as the ultimate fuckboi. He’s loved by everyone. Everyone. And you would have followed suit if he had not broken all your strict Roommate Rules™ within the first week of his stay. Jungkook, on the other hand, thinks you’re absolutely bizarre. But there’s a silver lining — Mr. Fuckboi here knows basketball captain Min Yoongi, your dreadfully clueless crush. He strikes up a deal with you: he’ll teach you the ways of flirting if you lessen your load of rules (so Jungkook can continue perusing his way through the ladies on campus). Yet the longer Jungkook spends with you, the more he realizes that maybe he doesn’t want to be the campus fuckboi anymore. The problem is, how does he prove that to you?
rating: 18+ sexual content.
warnings: protected sex, oral (f. receiving), handjob through clothes??, cumming in pants :D, slow burn, a lot of making out, titty sucking, cursing, alcohol consumption from parties, drug (weed) consumption (but not main pairing), marking with nails (not from y/n tho omg), jk sleeps around, and he’s a basketball player oof, honestly jk and y/n are just hella confused
word count: 20.6k
a/n ✑ it’s here, part uno! thank you so much for your patience!! i hope you enjoy this fic that was originally supposed to be 15k max… i appreciate all the support/motivation mwah mwah <3 the warnings for part two are included here as well (so if they dont show,,, it’s cuz it’s in the next one)
Holy hell, this was so good. the college/roommates/jock and fuckboy jk fic of my dreams. It’s everything you could want in a story that has all the classic tropes written so well, so entertainingly, so captivating that 20k words pass by and you feel so satisfied and full.
It’s funny and amusing. OC is hilarious and a ball of wholesomeness and I just want to protect her. Like, she’s not ur usual cliche awkward girl, the way jk isn’t ur usual asshole jock (maybe a bit) and their unlikely friendship is something you just want to wrap in a blanket and gaze at for how precious it is. You just feel the comfort. And yes, the desire - all those moments they shared were so, so hot they didn’t go overboard; it was the right kind of smut, the right kind of care and adoration. And I just feel the angst and many more happening in part 2 but this, this is gold.
Genre/Tags:single mom lawyer!OC x pastry chef!Jungkook; angst, fluff, smut; age gap
ChapterWarnings: foul/explicit language; single parenthood, motherhood; mention of a sexual harassment case; explicit sexual content (making out, straddling, ass slapping, oral (m & f receivin), protected sex, OC hates kinky pet names, love bites (18+)
Chapter Word count: 16.2k
Status:Ongoing
Series summary: Driven by your perfectionist attitude and need to have everything in order, you planned that by age 30, you’d have made junior partner, bought your own apartment, and have children. You achieved them, of course, and while the last bit required you to take matters into your own hands - no thanks to your ex-boyfriend who dumped you but to your best friend who directed you to a fertility clinic - you’re now a 31-year old who pretty much has her life under control. You’re ready to raise your child on your own, that is, until the 20-something pastry chef flirts his way into your heart, messing up the perfect little life you worked so hard to have for yourself.
A/N:2 to go! I hope it’s been a fun ride for you who joined me on this journey!
“Well, well, well. I never thought I’d see the day when Atty. Kim ___ would be openly and shamelessly flirting with one of my own,” Hobi smirks as he sits across from you in your favorite corner at Blue Side, laughing as he watches you bite your lips and hold back a smile while Jungkook tries to show off his coffee-making skills, smirking as he goes.
“And you, little angel,” the cafe owner continues, tickling Heejin who’s in a high chair. “What do you think of your Mamabeing all giddy about it?”
“Oh, she’s getting used to it. Getting used to him, actually,” you reply, cocking your head towards Jungkook who’s now boxing some eclairs for a to-go order but who cheekily smiles at you when he catches your eyes again.
“And how does that make you feel?” Hobi asks, sipping the iced americano he can’t go a morning without. “Also, can I just say? I love how you’re not denying anything. About time.”
“Okay, well there was nothing to deny before,” you correct, but feeling good that you’re able to properly talk about this with Hobi. “You know how things were for me, and Jungkook just didn’t fit into it. He was okay with being my friend but I knew he wanted more and I couldn’t give him that.”
“And what about now?”
“I think I can. This little angel and I finally can,” you smile, mirroring your friend’s sweet and infectious one.
“Who would’ve thought that my impulsive Singapore trip that one year would lead me to meeting Jungkook in the hotel where he interned and I got to snatch him up… only for him to, well, be my best asset and also be the reason why my favorite customer is as happy as she is right now,” he chirps.
“You’re glowing, ___. And Jimin says the same. I’m so glad it’s working out with you and Jungkook. I won’t say I’m not surprised because the kid is relentless, but he cares about you and Heejin so much. It makes me emotional just thinking about it.”
“And why is that?”
“Well, you know how he is. Jungkook is a ball of joy and innocence - for the most part, at least - and he’s just always taken life so lightly, so carelessly, searching for that next high, content with what he finds and what he loses. But ever since you and Heejin came around, things started to matter more for him,” Hobi narrates, like a proud older brother.
“He likes to joke around all the time but with you taking him seriously, trusting him, believing in him… that did a lot to him. Like he could be someone that another person can truly depend on, that they can trust, that they can one day love.”
You take in your friend’s words, thinking that as someone who’d taken a chance on Jungkook and who’d watched him grow professionally at this cafe, through the ups and downs of the job and what he had to go through because of you, this means a lot for him, too. Hobi and Jimin have always been cautious talking to you about Jungkook, not wanting to take sides nor push something to you knowing how you are. But with things looking up for you and the cheeky pastry chef, it seems that there’s more openness on their end this time.
And Hobi is right. Jungkook likes to enjoy things. He likes to have fun and treat life like a wave that he rides through, like he can just get back to the surface if he falls into the water and he’d be laughing as he gets up because it was a pretty amazing wave. And you like that about him; you like that confidence in himself that he’ll be okay whatever happens, that what matters is he even gets to experience something remotely beautiful, and somehow, you get to watch him do that.
He elicits a certain joy that’s child-like in a way but heartwarming, too. And he has that sense of wonder all the time. Whether he’s talking about some cave he explored during a trip somewhere, or narrating his multiple failed attempts before making the perfect napoleon, or going to a nearby beach to watch the sunrise, he looks at the world like it’s the first time he’s seeing it. And he makes you want to look at the world that way, too.
You can’t help but think that at some point, you took that away from him. Or at least, for the briefest moment when he was trying to get over you, the joy died down a bit. After the argument you had the other week about his neighbors and your own insecurity overwhelming you, you had time to think about all the things he said.
He talks about losing you like it’s his biggest fear, and for all the times that you’d been the one left behind, to have someone be scared of not having you in their life is different. It’s quite transformative, too.
“You know that I hurt Jungkook a lot, though,” you break out of your thoughts. “I can’t ever take those back.”
“I know. It’s easy to tell when his heart is breaking, too. Everyone kinda figures it out,” Hobi laughs. “We’ve had to talk a lot about that, what he was feeling and all, what he should and shouldn’t do. But all those times when it was hard, he did something harder - he kept still. He waited for you. This is a guy who rarely stops to think about what he’s doing and why and where he’ll go, but when it came to you, it was all he did.”
“Bet it was a new experience for you, huh?” You chuckle.
“Yeah, it was pretty heartbreaking. But I felt proud, too, in a way. It became clear to him what he wanted, what made him happy. And that was you and Heejin, and trust me, ___, he’s really happy. He’d talk about your weekend trips as if he’d never been to Nami or Seoul Forest before,” Hobi playfully shakes his head.
“Oh, god. That is so embarrassing. We’ve become thatcouple,” you cover your face in shame, to your friend’s amusement.
“Hey, it’s adorable!”
“What’s adorable?” Jungkook says, settling next to you as he places the breakfast croissant in front of you. “Me?”
“You being whipped for me and Heejin, according to Hobi,” you reply.
“Well, Dea tells me to shut up most of the time but at least the boss here thinks it’s cute,” Jungkook shrugs, bending to face Heejin and giving her a spoonful of strawberries.
“Hmm,” Heejin hums with her eyes closed as if she didn’t have those last night.
“What do you say to Kookoo, bubba?”
“Thank you, Kookoo!” She smiles, giggling when Jungkook kisses her cheek multiple times.
“You’re welcome, sunshine. Eat up, okay?”
Jungkook turns to you. “And you, too. You have a long day at work, so have this, then I’ll get you something for in-between meetings today.”
“What about my breakfast dessert?” You smile innocently.
“As an employee of this cafe who abides by the rules, I’m afraid I cannot give you free food, sorry,” he says teasingly. “You can suck up to my boss for that one.”
“Ugh, pine after me again. I miss the days when you’d give me free dessert.”
“You liar, you hated it!” He laughs, bending again to feed Heejin after she tugs his hand.
“Maybe just a little,” you admit. “But fine. I’ll just wait for the next time you get inspired and need me to taste test. Now go focus on work. Hobi and I are gossiping about you.”
“Be nice,” he mouths before heading back to the kitchen.
“I can’t decide if you two are like a married couple or teenage lovers,” Hobi chuckles.
“We’re both, I guess. Depends on how I’m feeling,” you shrug.
“It’s nice to see, though, you I mean.”
“It’s nice to experience it, too. After everything that’s happened, he lets me feel like I don’t need to apologize for who I am or what I’m not,” you share. “I don’t feel like I’m too much or not enough. Do you know how refreshing that is, to be exactly like myself and have someone who doesn’t feel threatened, who doesn’t ask for too much, who just… wants to be with me?”
“It is quite special, isn’t it?” Hobi smiles. “You and Heejin deserve all this, keep that in mind always.”
You nod in response, appreciating the friendship you’ve created with the radiant cafe owner that’s brought you here.
You both proceed to talk about the past weekend you spent at an amusement park because Taehyung and Sun-hee just suddenly felt like it. Jungkook was the excited one, joining your siblings in all the rollercoasters but enjoying the most when he went on the carousel and teacup ride with you and Heejin. He had her on his shoulders as you walked around while she pulled his hair in excitement, and Hobi coos at all the photos and videos you show him.
You’re finishing feeding Heejin when Jungkook approaches you again with a plate of eclair.
“This was this morning’s sample,” Jungkook says, side-winking at you but Hobi sees it anyway, earning both of you a high-pitched laugh.
“Thank you, Jungkook,” you chuckle.
You stop when you see your mother enter the cafe. She makes it to your table and greets each one, kissing Heejin on the cheek and then hugging Jungkook.
“Hi,Auntie.Are we going for pastry or French Toast this morning?” He asks.
“Oh, the French Toast, Jungkook!” Your mom chirps. “Still thinking about that one. Thank you, dear.”
“No worries. I’ll make it for you.”
Your mom settles on the seat next to Heejin. “So, this little one and I will cozy it up at home before we head out to lunch and some shopping. Do I drop her off at your place at night or you’ll pick her up?”
“I can pick her up at your place,” you respond. “I have a hearing in the afternoon and that might take a while.”
“Got it, honey. She and I will bond and have fun, so don’t worry about it, okay?”
You nod and then ready yourself to leave, kissing your mom and Heejin goodbye before walking to the counter with Hobi for your to-go order. Jungkook exits the kitchen with your mom’s order, scurrying to serve it to her then going back to you.
Dea hands you your coffee then Jungkook hands you a small box with some bite-size hazelnut-filled pastry.
“Thanks for dropping by my office this morning, ___,” he says, putting on his customer service smile.
“Well, I come for the desserts. And the coffee. They’re amazing,” you say.
“That all?” He cocks an eyebrow.
“And the staff. Dea over there is a chick,” you say, earning you a wink from her, as you’ve both come to enjoy teasing Jungkook.
He stands there looking absolutely charming with a pout and though you’d give in easily, you’re still gonna keep him sweating. You wave a barely amused Jungkook goodbye and head out.
[From: ___ ] Always love seeing you in the morning, Jungkook. I’ll call you when we get home, ok? Have fun at work!
**
Jungkook secures Heejin in the car seat of his sedan, leaning by the open door as he watches her play with her deer stuffed toy, her new favorite after that trip to Nami Island you all had the other week.
She squeals as she raises her arms, and he knows she’s a little antsy. She expended so much of her energy running around at daycare, he was told, and she’s still got some left.
“We’ll get home and play all afternoon if you want, alright sunshine? But I made something for Mamaover here so let’s ask her first if we can visit.”
It’s been months since the practice of Jungkook having at least one day a week of looking after Heejin. With the babysitter only able to come twice a week, usually anyone from your family or best friends offers but when the schedule is tight, daycare is your last resort.
Heejin gets moody and demands attention most days, you said, so you prefer to have her there as little or as short a time as possible, and Jungkook always offers his afternoons. He was met with curious eyes the first time you endorsed him as one from a long list of guardians who can pick Heejin up but by now, all the workers know him already, mostly as the guy who spins the little girl around when she runs to him.
It’s a Thursday and Jungkook took the opening shift so he could pick up Heejin in the early afternoon. You’ll be meeting with witnesses in one of the cases you’re handling today, you’d said, and that might take a while. He knows it’s scheduled in two hours, and with how your stress level shot up yesterday after some challenges in the case, he wanted to get you something to hopefully cheer you up.
You’ve been craving cherry desserts recently so he made you some cherry and dark chocolate mini tarts this morning, which he decided to be the featured dessert at the cafe today. It was a hit and was wiped out by lunchtime so he knows you’re going to like it. Initially wanting to surprise you, he decided otherwise, since you might feel uncomfortable with him carrying Heejin and showing up at your office uninvited.
He’d texted to ask if he could call and he’s surprised to see you calling him instead.
“Hey, that was quick. You okay?” He asks, as he settles in the driver seat.
“Yeah,” you huff in what sounds like exhaustion. “Just having lunch while Park and I go over some things. Have you picked Heejin up?”
“Just now,” he responds. “And you’re just having lunch? It’s almost 3PM. Did you have at least something since you dropped by the cafe this morning?”
“Three more cups of coffee, actually. But I’m fine. It’s hard to think about food with all the stuff going on. So are you both okay? Did you need anything?”
“We’re fine. Just thought you’d have a bit of a mid-afternoon break so Jinnie and I can pass by,” he says, suddenly thinking it might not be a good idea. You’re busy, after all, and him passing by might not even help.
“I made you something to nibble on but maybe we can just wait for you at home?”
“Oh, please pass by,” you almost plead, their presence the only breath of air you’ll have for the day. “I have some time before we leave and I’d love for you to come.”
“Okay, we’ll be there in a few,” Jungkook smiles, somehow excited at the thought that he gets to visit you at your office for something good, unlike the last time, then hangs up after you give him instructions.
“So, he decided to tell you, after all,” Jimin chuckles from in front of you. “He was gonna surprise you with Heejin and asked me if it was okay but he got worried you might not be too happy about it.”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” You ask.
“Maybe because you aren’t officially a couple and he might be imposing if he comes here with your daughter?”
“Is that what he thinks I’d think?” You wonder.
“Uh, yeah? It’s kinda weird. I almost think you’re rubbing off on him with how he’s thinking too much,” Jimin shrugs. “But you guys are… a couple, right?”
“I guess. But we haven’t really talked about it. Do we need a label for these things?” You furrow your brows.
“It’s not a label, ___. It’s just describing how you two are. I’d call you a family but I don’t know if you’re ready for that. I mean, are you?”
“Well,” you start, trying to make sense of all the thoughts in your head. “That’s kind of a loaded question, don’t you think?”
“It is, and an important one, too. Where else do you think this whole thing would lead? You didn’t go through what you did in three years just for you to be unsure of your endgame,” Jimin states.
“It’s more like, I’m not sure if he’sready for that,” you mumble. “Watching over Heejin and playing house is one thing. Actually being a father to her and mypartner in this life is another. I mean, of course I’ve thought about it but he hasn’t really raised it. I’ve been taking things so incredibly slow but now I don’t know if he’s just matching my pace or if he hasn’t thought about our future, like not just what happens in the next 5 years but the next 10, and 20, and more.”
“You know, I’ve known Jungkook for a good few years. And if there’s anything new I’ve learned about him just in the last three since meeting you, it’s that he would do anythingfor you to be happy,” Jimin says. “Whether your happiness is with him or not is entirely up to you, but I swear it, ___, he’d give you and Heejin the world if you let him, and that means sharing his life with both of you for the next 5 years, 10, 20, and more.”
It’s easy to imagine that kind of life with Jungkook. The way life works is kind of amusing, you think, as over two years ago, you couldn’t picture him as part of yours then,butnow, you can’t picture it without him in it.
Much as you want to hold onto that thought longer, your phone ringing ruins it, especially once you learn what’s got one of your associates panicking.
Outside of your room, Jungkook stands by the door with Heejin in his arms, who’s babbling as she hammers her bunny stuffed toy on his eyebrow piercing, something that she likes to do. It’s better than her trying to pull it off like those few times, so he just takes it.
“Hey, Heejin,” a familiar voice says.
Jungkook turns around. “Who’s that, sunshine?”
“Min!” She squeals, catching the attention of all the other employees in that side of the office.
“Hey, kiddo. Nice to see you here again,” Yoongi says, then faces Jungkook. “And you, too. Are you still going to surprise her?”
“Nah, I gave in and told her,” he chuckles. “Didn’t know what she’d think if the local cafe worker just dropped by her office with some desserts and her child.”
“More like, if the guy she’s super into just dropped by with sweets that will definitely make her happy and her daughter whom she trusts to spend the rest of the day with you?” Yoongi corrects.
Jungkook shyly smiles, not missing the way his heart swells at your friend’s words.
“She’s been having a tough day. I’m sure seeing you and Heejin will make it better, even if just for a while.”
Jungkook nods, and before he can say anything else, he hears Jin call his name.
“Oh, good, you’re both here,” he pats Jungkook’s arm and greets Heejin. “She has a meeting with the witnesses later and she needs to be at her best. She’s been jittery and it’s unlike her. I know how you and this little one calm her down.”
Jungkook decides to bask in the thought of your colleagues knowing how he affects you later on, but right now, what matters is getting to you. He knocks on the door and it’s his friend who meets him.
“Hey, Kook,” Jimin smiles. “And hey little angel,” he caresses Heejin’s cheeks. “___ is just in a call but you can go inside.”
Entering the room, Jungkook takes in the simplicity and organization of it. You’re seated on your chair, phone on your ear while massaging your temples, clearly in a state of mild distress as you nibble your lips and take multiple long breaths.
He looks around and smiles at the sight of the top of your shelf, with picture frames of you and Heejin, your family, your best friends. All your accolades and certificates are lined up on the second row, representative of what matters to you - even with how hard you work, your loved ones will always come first, but that doesn’t take away your commitment and passion for your job.
Jungkook stands by your table, carrying Heejin in a forward-facing manner now, just waiting for you to finish. He watches you state your case - some approach in speaking with the witnesses and instructing whoever’s on the other line on what to do, and it’s moments like this when he gets to admire you. It’s not you questioning a witness like those times he watched your trials on TV, but it’s the behind-the-scenes work that you’re doing, all the while ensuring that the people are safe.
“Make sure they’re okay, you hear me? We need them for this case but we need them safe and alive more than anything,” you say before hanging up.
You look up at him with tired eyes and a soft smile, as if the world is slowly crashing around you but there’s Jungkook and Heejin who are the only stable things remaining. You get off your seat and walk towards them, wrapping your one arm around him and the other on your daughter, sighing in relief at their presence and warmth.
“Hey, you,’ he whispers near your ear, the gruff tone sending another type of heat in your body. “You’ve got this, okay? And we’ve got you.”
You nod in response, briefly kissing his cheek then burying yourself in his embrace once more. You stand there with them for a few minutes, giving yourself this time to take the only breather you’ll have for the day.
You release yourself from their hold; any more time and you wouldn’t want to let them go.
“You said you got me something?”
“Cherry tarts,” Jungkook says, as he hands you Heejin whom you hug tightly and who yells your name.
“Oh, god. I’ve been craving cherry things,” you state, marveling at the pretty desserts in front of you.
“I know, that’s why they’re the feature at the cafe today. They ran out quickly.”
“And I get to have these?” You pout. “Jungkook, I know Hobi’s my friend, too, but this is still a business. You can’t keep giving me these things that you sell at the cafe all the time.”
“It was the first batch, and Hobi doesn’t really mind. He knows how many of our items are inspired by you and it’s little payment for how much my mind gets going because of it,” Jungkook winks.
“Fine,” you hum, taking a piece and feeling like crying at how good it is. “Seriously, you both and sweets are all I need. This is so good.”
He chuckles as he hands you tissue and your glass of water. He cups your cheek as you look back at him, just letting his presence ground you like all the times it has. He kisses your forehead and your eyes close reflexively, as if you’re melting at the feel of him doing something so simple yet intimate like this.
“Thank you,” you mumble, feeling like you’ve lost your voice at how overwhelmed and grateful you are. “I needed this. Thank you for coming. And, uh, you can come whenever you want to.”
“Okay, good,” he whispers as he kisses your forehead again, this time lingering. “But we don’t want to keep you since you’ve got some badass, queen things to do. So do well today, okay? We’ll be home, waiting.”
You don’t expect those last four words to affect you the way they do, and they’re truly the most comforting thing you’d heard from him. It just sounds certain, so final, and it’s exactly what you need to get through the day.
“I’ll see you at home,” you smile, kissing his cheek this time. “I’ll see you both at home tonight.”
**
The rain is hitting hard against your windshield, and the only consolation is that it poured right when you and your team finished having dinner at a restaurant a few streets down the nearest parking space. It had been a long evening, indeed, primarily because after the big blow to your case, you all had to debrief and then restrategize while the earlier conversations are still fresh in your minds. You called Jungkook then, saying you’ll be late and he said he’d already given Heejin a bath, something he’d recently learned how to do on his own.
Hitting a stop sign, your phone rings with Jin on the other end.
“You holding up okay?” He asks worriedly, something he tends to do when he knows you’ve got a case that hits close to home.
“Somewhat. The team’s more level-headed about it than I am.”
“You trained good lawyers, then,” he responds in an effort to encourage you.
“Yeah, I guess,” you mumble.
“Let them do the groundwork and give yourself some time. You’re gonna figure it out. Also, I know it’s already been a tough day but don’t forget the conference that my father asked us to attend tomorrow morning,” he says, earning him a groan at the reminder. “Just take the afternoon off and get proper rest this weekend. That’s an order. I shouldn’t be receiving emails or messages from you once you leave the hotel tomorrow.”
“Got it, boss,” you tease, knowing he hates being called as such, then hang up.
You drag yourself to your apartment, your legs shaking from how much you’ve been pacing and walking all day, but knowing that on the other side of the door are the people you need to see and be with the most is what keeps you going.
The living space is dim, with but the accent lights turned on. Jungkook said he’d read Heejin a story and get her to sleep hours ago, and you wonder where he opted to stay. You push the half-open door of Heejin’s bedroom and your heart melts at the sight before you.
Seated on the single sofa next to the toddler bed is Jungkook, his feet up on the ottoman, with Heejin sleeping soundly on his chest and her favorite blanket over her back. He’s securing her with his firm hold on her thighs while making sure she’s still got room to breathe, and you can’t help but smile at her squished cheek against him, her mouth slightly parted as always, her breathing soft and steady.
Jungkook’s head is lolled back, his mouth slightly parted, too, with his breathing a little harder, and you can’t imagine how tired he’s been. He was up early for the first shift and spent all afternoon watching over Heejin, playing with her, feeding her, giving her a bath, and putting her to sleep.
He looks peaceful, though, so at-home and natural, like he’s been doing this for years; like he can keep doing this for more.
You kneel next to him, marveling at his beauty with the light from the lamp illuminating his features. He’s incredibly handsome, something you don’t think you’ve ever told him. There’s a softness in his face that contrasts the toughness of the rest of him, and with him, holding your daughter like this, there’s tenderness that captivates you.
Heejin is comfortable and that says a lot with how well he’d taken care of her today. And you know she wasn’t anxious being away from you. You know she had fun and felt safe, and that’s all that matters.
“Hey, you,” you whisper, not wanting to rush Jungkook in waking up. “I’m home now.”
It takes a while and you caress his cheek as you wait for him, enjoying the smoothness of his face and the way you want to smooch every inch of it if possible.
His eyes flutter open and a satisfied sigh leaves his lips once it’s registered that it’s you.
“Hey,” he hums. “What time is it?”
“11PM,” you say. “I’m a few hours late. It rained so hard, too; it was tough to drive for a while.”
“You okay, though? You ate well?”
“I did.”
“Okay, good,” he replies, shifting to sit up straight without disturbing Heejin then motioning for you to sit on the armrest. “This little one couldn’t sleep without you. I had to massage her, rock her, read to her, sing to her… all the works.”
“It’s because I was out the whole day,” you giggle, softly caressing her cheeks. “But I’m sure she enjoyed being with you today. Thank you for taking care of her.”
“Of course, ___. I loved today with her. She’s doing so well at recognizing more animals. And she’s saying the alphabet with fewer pauses now. And she was singing the tomato nursery rhyme.”
“Less yelling and actual singing?”
“Less yelling and actual singing,” he chuckles, knowing of Heejin’s tendency to yell everything she wants to say. “I took videos. I’ll send everything to you later.”
You smile and nod, taking his free hand in yours in thanks for how good he is to her, and all the while making sure that you’re not missing out on anything at all.
“We should lay her down. I’m sure you’re tired, too,” you say, standing up and taking Heejin to cradle in your arms.
You lovingly kiss her then gently put her in her bed, letting the mobile play because she likes to have the music on.
“Goodnight, Jinnie,” Jungkook whispers after you do, smiling softly as he watches her turn to hug the deer stuffed toy next to her.
You take his hand and guide him to the living room, motioning for him to sit on the couch where you snuggle next to him, humming in satisfaction as you wrap your arm around his torso and his wraps around your shoulder.
He’s gotten used to this, holding you at whatever time of the day while you fall into him, sighing in relief or exhaustion. He likes the gradual escalation, too, as your grips have come to signify something more than warmth. Security, he thinks, and perhaps desire as well.
But it’s comfort for you, first and foremost. You didn’t realize what coming home to this would do for your mind and your heart.
“Two of our witnesses in the sexual harassment case backed out today,” you say after a prolonged silence, which was spent finding the right spot for your head on his chest and taking in his Heejin-tinged scent.
“They’re crucial to the case but they got scared and I can’t blame them,” you continue. “It’s hard out there. Hard for them, whether they speak up or not. They lose either way and I can’t do anything about it.”
Jungkook processes your words. He’ll never fully understand what it’s like as a woman, but still, it only takes human decency to know that what those women went through is terrible, something no one should be experiencing in the first place.
“It’s the culture you’re fighting against, ___,” he says. “But you’re fighting it. Whether they speak up or not, they know you’re fighting for them.That’s a change in itself, regardless if it’s in the system or their lives, it’s still something.”
“Wise words, Mr. Jeon,” you smile. “Just what I needed to hear.”
“They’reyourwords, Atty. Kim,” he smiles back.
You look at him questioningly.
“I listen to you talk, you know?” He chuckles. “Everything you need to keep going is right there in that brilliant mind of yours, and in your heart. You just need someone to remind you every once in a while, I guess.”
“Yeah, I guess,” you huff, curling your legs on top of his lap.
Enveloped in silence, he places his hand on your leg, caressing it and eliciting a soft moan from you.
“I like this,” you hum, lifting your face to softly kiss his cheek.
“What, a leg massage?”
“Yes, that,” you chuckle. “But also, this.Having you hold me this way, listening to me, telling me things I need to hear. I know I’m a lot to handle most days but this, this is nice. To just have you next to me is so grounding, you know? Like it’s all that I need.”
“It is, huh?” He turns to look at you, his star-filled eyes that you always drown in meeting yours.
You nod in response and he strokes your cheek before kissing your forehead, then your nose. You feel all the words he doesn’t say in the lips that tingle your skin, and you know where else you want those on.
Yours.
So you move forward, capturing his lips in a kiss that feels too much and too little at the same time. You hold him there, familiarizing yourself with the sensation, with the emotion, with the tingle of his warm breath against your skin.
He parts his mouth and then it’s his taste you’re quickly getting addicted to, his tongue you’re entangling yours with in a sensual battle, his silver hoop that’s cold and comforting, his moan that’s bewitching. He inhales you like you’re oxygen, and you hold onto him like you’ll run out of it.
He responds by tightening his grip on your back, his other hand that was glued to your leg, now inching up to trace patterns on your knee, then your outer thigh, keeping it there to hold you both steady, as he feels the burning desire for you slowly take over.
It’s slow and amorous, with a tinge of desperation as you both try to get closer than you are, but it’s still tender and euphoric. He’s like a drug you can get high on, and any amount won’t seem to ever be enough.
He does the hard task of pulling away, breathing against you as his forehead meets yours, his eyes closed as he tries to wrap his mind around how good you taste, and smell, and feel like.
“You like that, too?” He smiles.
“Yes, very much,” you whisper back, placing your hands that have found purchase on his neck on his cheeks this time. “It’s been a while.”
“No shit,” he says, eliciting a laugh from you. “Sorry, I had to.”
“I guess I deserve that,” you smile. “But god does it feel so much better this time around.”
“Wasn’t good enough the last time?” He teases.
“I wasn’t ready the last time,” you correct.
It was good, definitely. You think about that kiss a lot.
“My bad. I’m sorry,” he says.
“Not in that way. You know what I mean.”
He nods, smiling as he looks at you constantly eyeing his lips.
He’d want more if this continues, so much more. Much as he’d been dreaming of this, he was caught off-guard, and he’s unsure if you’re ready for what morewould mean for him. Though he’s the more generous - and dare he say, desperate - one when it comes to physical affection, he wants everything with you. He wants it to be perfect, with no holding back, no doubts or questions, no fears or apprehensions. Just you and him and all the emotions kept in that can’t wait to finally be completely felt, returned.
“You had a long day,” he mumbles, kissing you deeply again. “And you have another long one tomorrow.”
“I’ve got that conference in the morning with Jin,” you confirm. “But he gave me the afternoon off. I think Heejin would love to spend her Friday with me, don’t you think?”
“Yes, she does. She kept calling for you every time you showed up in the videos,” he chuckles, pulling you closer by your legs and wrapping his arms around you.
“Hmm. We’re gonna have an afternoon of tickle fights and boyband music. It’s my stress relief.”
“Bet if she could talk back, she’d tell you to choose better music.”
“Don’t be a hater,” you playfully smack his arm. “Plus, she loves it! She jumps up and down when I play the songs, just like how prepubescent me was doing it.”
“She takes after you so much, it’s amazing.”
“Who else would she take anything from?” You chuckle. “There’s just me.”
And me, hopefully. One day, Jungkook thinks, but he keeps the thought to himself for now, not wanting to scare you with the life he’d planned - and hopes to have - with you.
“Do you feel better?” He asks after a beat of silence.
“I do, thank you,” you face him, letting that sense of calm you get from this intimacy with him overtake you.
He holds your gaze for a while before he fights off a yawn.
“You had a long day, Jungkook,” you say, the exhaustion from earlier coming back. “And you have another one tomorrow. And Saturday, right?”
“Dea and I will start with the prep work tomorrow,” he says.
A celebrity who’s also a regular at the cafe booked them to set up a dessert table for a baby shower on Saturday morning. He’ll be working all Friday for it and he’s anxious and excited at the same time.
“What time does it end?”
“Around 2. But we won’t stay. Only Hobi will,” Jungkook responds. “Dea and I will set up and the boss will do the socializing and promoting.”
“Hmm. Does that mean you’re free in the evening?”
“By the afternoon, actually. What do you have in mind?”
“A date. Just you and me. There’s this place I want to try,” you tell him, taking his hand in yours. “I feel like this is the longest we got to even talk this whole week and I’m thinking maybe you want to spend Saturday night with me.”
“It’s like I didn’t pine for you for three years, ___,” he laughs. “Of course. Let me know the plans after my event, yeah? I’ll be too excited and I might not be able to focus.”
“Okay,” you smile, knowing you have to let him go now.
You stand up and lead him towards the door, the thought of saying goodbye after sharing that heartstopping kiss with him makes you feel all kinds of loss.
“Just let me know when you get home even if I’ll be asleep by then.”
“I will,” he says, turning to face you after he opens your door. He kisses you again, one, two, three times.
You look at him with a mix of amusement and confusion.
“For every year that I yearned for that,” he says simply, certainly.
You want to go for another round, maybe do more this time. You definitely want that. But it’s been a long day and the only thing you want more than him is a warm bath followed by your soft sheets.
You merely nod in response, not trusting yourself with words this time. “Good night, Jungkook.”
“Good night, ___. I’ll see you soon.”
**
“Alright, bubba. Be honest. How does Mamalook?”
Heejin is propped up in the middle of your bed, playing with her toy bus, which she deems as infinitely more interesting than you.
“Bubba, look at me, please?” You pout, as if your almost-three year old can fully comprehend what you’re asking of her.
She throws her toy on the floor and you pick it up, hiding it behind your back and asking her again.
“DoesMamalook pretty, bubba? Do you think Kookoo will think so?”
“Mama!Bus please,” she whines, hands reaching out for you.
“DoesMamalook nice? Yes or no?”
“No,” she shakes her head, and this goes in the list of times you wish it wasn’t her favorite word.
“Okay, thanks for the encouragement, bubba. Let’s just wait until Kookoo gets here and then we’ll see. Thank you, I still love you,” you say, planting a kiss on her forehead and returning her toy.
“Kookoo! I want Kookoo!”
“I know, bub. But he’s mine tonight, okay? I promise, you’ll be with him tomorrow,” you smile.
It’s another second that you let yourself question if you’re being selfish with this - asking your mom to care for Heejin overnight so you can spend the evening and hopefully until the next day with Jungkook. Ever since that kiss you shared two days ago, it’s all you could think about.
You won’t lie and say that a part of you expected he’d take it further, perhaps a longer makeout session where he’d lay you down and kiss you all over, maybe have his hands explore your body and ask to stay the night.
But he didn’t, and much as you’d hoped for that - even if you were the one taking your sweet time in the first place - you slept that evening with a tight knot in your belly, and you’ve just been waiting for it to uncoil.
You barely spoke to him yesterday and he’s been busy all morning. He took a nap once he got home so he could be fully present for you tonight, he’d said, and the thought itself is making you giddy, excited.
There’s no more hiding or tempering what you feel. And you wanna be able to tell him that, show him that. And you hope he’ll still take what you can give.
You look at yourself one last time in the mirror and manage a smile. You don’t even recall the last time you wore this dress but you’ll definitely remember tonight.
The doorbell ringing startles you and it’s probably because of how anxious you are.
You and Jungkook have gone on dates but tonight is different - it’s a lot fancier and well, your mom convinced you to let her take Heejin for the night after you spent the whole afternoon talking about Jungkook and she had to remind you that it’s okay to want this for yourself.That includes spending a night with him. Doing so doesn’t make you any less of a mother. Part of parenthood is choosing things for yourself once in a while. You need to teach your daughter how to choose herself, too, your mom reminded you.
You place Heejin on her mini couch and you walk towards the door, your breath catching in your throat at the sight before you.
You’ve seen Jungkook in a variety of outfits of all colors - mostly monotone with pops of color every now and then. He’d sported less casual wardrobes the few times you went on dates and they always left you speechless with how sophisticated they looked, and tonight is no exception.
He has on a black silk polo with a few buttons undone underneath a burgundy velvet jacket and black slacks, which are deliciously tight enough for you to appreciate his toned thighs. His hair is slicked back with a few strands of it dangling at the side like how those Hollywood leading men would do it. It’s a mix of youthful and mature, but sexy nonetheless, especially with his pierced brow and lips; he definitely upped his game tonight.
He revels in the way your mouth opens and closes, your eyes raking all over him, something he’d caught you sneakily do a few times recently, but it’s the first time you’re openly ogling at him and he’s got to admit, it’s the confidence boost he badly needs.
“Find your voice yet?” He teases, cocked brow and all.
“Now I have,” you get back to your senses. “Just not used to you dressing up all grown up and stuff.”
“Then how have I been dressing up the other times?” He chuckles, finally entering your apartment.
“Well, the oversized everythingscreamed too casual and like, uh…”
“Boyfriend?” He smirks. “I mean, that’s what I’ve heard you say a few times to Hobi when you’re at the cafe.”
“Eavesdropping on your customers? That’s not nice.”
“Hey, I just happen to hear you two when I serve people since, you know, I work there? But that’s besides the point,” he says, voice dropping a few octaves. “Is that what I am? A… boyfriend?”
“Is that what you want to be?” You say, matching his tone.
He walks closer to you, his arm snaking around your waist as he pulls you closer.
“Yeah,” says, his gruff voice in a whisper sending chills down your spine. “That would be fucking amazing, actually.”
“Okay,” you say, meeting his eyes. “Do the boyfriend thing and kiss me, then.”
He glances at Heejin who’s engrossed in watching Pororo run about, and he turns back to you, his smug face the last thing you see before your eyes fall closed at the feel of his lips on yours.
You didn’t realize how much you’d miss it with just a day being without it, and now all you want is to drown in his kiss that’s gentle and desperate at the same time. His motions are smooth, but the rest of his body is tense; you feel the eagerness and the hesitation. So do you.
Your heads barely move and your mouths part only minimally, but you can taste his strawberry chapstick and the mint he’d just had. His tongue lightly brushes past your lower lip, like a tease of what he wants, of what more he can give, and sometimes you wonder why you ran away from this all those years ago.
But when you think of how easily you almost fell into this, you’re reminded of why you had to turn your back on him then. If at the end of all of that, you get to have this,then maybe it’s all been worth it.
Jungkook pulls away again this time, smiling giddily at your post-kiss face, and then pecking your lips. “I may have ruined your lipstick a bit.”
You wipe the taint of it on his lips and giggle. “And I’m glad you did.”
You motion towards Heejin, who you say has been looking for him, and you watch him as he kneels in front of her for a hug, asking what she’s watching, and then listening to her talk about the show that’s on.
“You ready to go to Mom’s,bubba?” You ask, joining them. “She’s taking you to a light show tonight. You’ll be good, alright?”
“Yes,Mama!” she squeals, hugging you back as you nuzzle her nose.
“So come, Kookoo and I will take you to her.”
Jungkook carries her as you all make it to his car, the drive to your mom’s apartment, a surprisingly short one on a Saturday evening. Your mom’s ecstatic and smug face reveals too much, even more so as she keeps reminding you and Jungkook to “have fun” and “make the most of your time together.”
“We will, but please call when you’re putting her to bed,” you say.
“I will. Now you lovebirds, leave our apartment now.”
You and Jungkook eventually do, but not without multiple goodbye hugs and kisses on Heejin. She indulges you only briefly because the newly-assembled dollhouse catches her attention and then it’s like you don’t exist anymore.
Jungkook takes your hand as you both walk to the car, something he does while he drives as well, and throughout dinner.
You chose a fancy Japanese restaurant as per Jin’s suggestion and you’ve always sworn by his recommendations. Their array of interesting dishes got you and Jungkook feeding each other, then listing the other places you both want to try. It’s a few hours of him making you laugh, gushing over Heejin as you both watch the videos from the other night, him randomly taking your hand to kiss, and looking into your eyes while you speak.
He goes from the charming Jungkook with the shy, boyish smile and nose scrunch to the confident, lip-licking man with a hypnotizing gaze in seconds - he’s been giving you a whiplash all night.
You, on the other hand, have been letting yourself drown in all that he’s giving and doing to you. No more walls up or any other apprehensions unlike before. This time - as you’ve been the past several months - you feel safe enough to be yourself, desires and flaws included.
You both head back to the car for a quick drive to your final destination for tonight. It’s right when you enter that you get a photo of a sleeping Heejin on her belly, cheek to the side with her butt propped up.
“What was she doing?” You laugh right as you call your mom.
“She didn’t want to sleep yet so we were watching TV,” your mother shares. “The channel stopped at a musical and she wanted to keep it there. She was bobbing her head and clapping and found her position, fighting off her yawns until she gave up. It was so adorable, honey.”
“Okay then, guess it’s musicals for us for the next few weeks. But thanks, Mom.I’m sure she enjoyed her time with you guys.”
“Oh, she did. She wouldn’t play with the dollhouse unless Jung-jae was next to her. She’s really comfortable with him already.”
“That’s great to hear.He’s a constant now, too,” you respond. “But she’s good? Sleeping soundly in bed and all?”
“Yes, honey. Looks like she’ll have a good, long sleep. Jung-jae and I will bring her to you first thing in the morning so she won’t throw a tantrum when she wakes up without you,” your mom offers. “Would 8 be fine? Just let me know if you want us to drop by later, though. Don’t want to ruin any morning shenanigans or something.”
It’s her teasing and sultry tone that makes you gasp, and you hear Jung-jae laughing next to her, telling her to leave you and Jungkook be.
“Alright, I will. You lovebirds enjoy tonight, okay? I mean it.”
She giggles this time, and she hangs up before you even say goodbye.
Jungkook doesn’t say much, having only faintly heard the conversation. He stops the car and wraps his arm around you as you both walk two streets down to an alley.
It’s one of those hidden cocktail bars in the city, with an unassuming facade hiding an elaborate interior. Taehyung suggested this place when you asked your family for bar options, as he’d done gigs here before for jazz nights. The high ceilings and dim lights, the soft music, and the couches made for two make it a nice place for enjoying each other’s company.
Jungkook sets his one hand on your waist while the other draws circles on your exposed knee that’s brushing against his, only removing it when he takes a sip from his drink.
“Jinnie doing okay at Auntie’s?” He asks.
“She is,” you smile, sharing what your mom had said about their day, to Jungkook’s delight. “But I miss her already.”
“I do, too,” he sighs. “But I like this,” he adds, meeting your eyes.
“I like you,” you respond, catching him off guard, his eyes instantly widening at your declaration.
“That’s, uh, that’s nice to finally hear,” he beams before hiding his face in your neck as he tries to get himself together.
You laugh at his response, caressing the back of his head and pecking the side of it.
“Yah! What’s with the reaction? It’s not like it isn’t obvious. We’ve been going on dates,” you say, pushing him up to face you. “And I’ve been kissing you.”
“But it’s different to hear you say it, after all this time.”
“I guess I just got caught up in what we finally are that I didn’t bother to verbalize it,” you narrate, something that’s unlike how you normally are because you tend to lay out in words the things you’re experiencing and thinking to be able to make sense of them. “And I realize now that I don’t think I’ve changed much from the last time. Maybe I haven’t been fair to you.”
“What are you talking about?” He looks at you curiously.
“Back then, my siblings used to give me shit for treating you like that puppy I found adorable and would pet and stuff but wouldn’t actually want to keep,” you admit, recalling how they always found a way to remind you of the analogy they came up with.
“You just always stood by next to me whatever I was doing and years passed and it was kind of like that again, right? You’ve just been waiting for me to be ready all these months and it took so long before I could even say it, before I even considered giving you anything.And I’m sorry I haven’t been giving you much.”
“Hey. You’ve been giving me a lot,” he comforts, lifting your chin to face him. “I knew what I was getting myself into the first time, and even now. And not once did I feel impatient or that it was all for nothing. You’ve given me your time, Heejin’s time, your trust, your heart… and I’ve been happy, ___. Really happy.”
There’s contentment in his eyes when he says the words, but even then, there’s a tinge of hope, and something else that he holds back. And for all the times that he’d been the transparent one, with you having control of your emotions, it seems that the roles have been reversed, as you feel like baring everything to him while he maintains as much composure as he possibly can.
“I am, too, Jungkook,” you say softly, inching closer to him, taking in his sandalwood scent he’s chosen over his usual sporty one.
You’re internally grateful for the bit of privacy you’re being afforded, although looking around, you don’t seem to be the only couple that finds themselves in an intimate moment.
“You make me feel things I’ve felt before… but in extremes. Like, there’s this longing when you’re away, and this unabashed joy when I’m with you. I’ve sort of conditioned myself not to feel too much so it’s kind of overwhelming sometimes, but in a good way. Like it’s all these amazing things all at once and I don’t know what to do with them, but at the same time, I can’t be without them, without you.”
Jungkook merely gazes at you as a satisfied smile forms on his face.
“Not used to you being speechless,” you chuckle.
“I’m not yet immune to you, you know? You still surprise me.”
“And what if I don’t anymore, would you still want me then?”
“Always,” he says instantly, certainly.
The lights are dim and the nearest customers have just left, and the desire that’s been gradually growing since he showed up looking like pure sin in your doorway overtakes you. You lean forward and kiss him deeply, your tongue sliding inside his mouth to let him know what you want from him. It’s like time freezing as the tension melts away; like sucking the air out of him, and when you part, he breathes heavily like it’s exactly what you did.
“My apartment, please?” You pant, your forehead leaned against his, eyes closed just like his.
“Okay,” he huffs, stealing a soft kiss before paying the bill and then heading out.
Jungkook has to choose between walking quickly to get to your destination faster or strolling so he could savor this moment with you - walking underneath dim street lights, your satin midnight blue dress flowing up to your shins.
He chooses the latter, as you seem to want to savor this, too, much as you seemed to yearn him so much just minutes ago.
It’s his turn to steal a kiss when you both enter the car, and the ride home is filled with tension that you know how to resolve but need to wait more time to actually address.
You arrive at your apartment without making any public scene, letting the tension follow you there.
“Kind of unusual coming here without Heejin squealing or laughing or yelling at us,” he chuckles, pulling you from the back for a hug, his head nestling at the crook of your neck - another new intimate act that you already want more of.
“I know,” you say, shivering at the kiss he makes near your ear. “But Mominsisted on having her for the night and bribed her with whatever. They’ll come tomorrow morning. And I agreed because, well, I really wanted to be alone with you tonight,” you add, turning around, your hungry eyes raking all over him.
“You did, huh?” His gaze locks on yours, all the desire he feels reflecting in it.
He hasn’t been able to stop thinking about your lips on his since the other night, and he can’t help it when his mind starts to conjure all the other things he wants to do. He has to control his thoughts so he doesn’t expect too much - of what else you want to do physically, and what that would mean for your relationship.
He realized that when it comes to you, he regards things much more deeply, meaningfully, and so every act and word holds so much - his fears, his desires, and hope with and for you.
“Yeah, I—” You whimper at his sudden grip on your waist, glancing at his parted mouth, mirroring the way your tongue licks your lips, aching to feel him there.
You can feel the heat radiate off his body with how close he’s gotten, as you feel the rush of desire overtake your own. Your heart beats rapidly, anticipating what’s to come next, and for the seconds that feel like more, he rests his forehead against yours, your noses grazing while you breathe each other in.
He gives in first, cupping your cheeks as he angles your mouth to fit his. His tongue slips in, exploring you in this way, and you fall right into it with him, gripping the collars of his polo as you meet his fervent action. It’s messy and raw and unsteadying, and you feel like you’re in a haze of some sort as you try to take all that he gives all at once.
His hands move to your waist as he continues to kiss you, parting only very briefly. He nips and licks and sucks your lips, your joint moans gradually getting louder. He slowly pushes you backward until you hit the armrest of the couch, and you lean on it as you feel like you’re losing balance with how much of yourself you’re giving with this kiss.
“Fuck, I can do this all night,” he groans, his mouth descending to peck on your jaw and your neck.
“Just this?” You moan teasingly.
“What else did you have in mind?” He turns to you, his lustful eyes turning curious.
“Everything,” you heave, taking his hand and guiding it to your breast. “I don’t want us to hold back.”
He strokes it only gently, and much as you know that at some point, it would lead to this, you’re slightly worried why he doesn’t seem as into the idea of doing it right now as you expected. You’re about to ask what’s wrong when he speaks.
“I won’t want to turn back after this,” he says pointedly, eyes locked on yours to make sure you know he means every word. “I’m gonna want more. I’m gonna give you and Heejin the whole world, you have to know that, but I’m gonna need you to want this with me.”
You hear the mix of certainty and desperation in his voice but unlike all the times he’d spoken in this way, you know that you want it, too. Whatever it is, you want it.
“Okay,” you pant. “I want more, and I can give you more.
“Okay,” he gasps, pecking your forehead, then your nose, then your lips where he lingers. “Good. That’s good.”
You both kiss again like you’d done earlier, but with more need this time. It’s heated, even messier, more intentional, and louder, too.
You push the jacket off his shoulders and he pulls you much closer, his hands sliding down to your ass, which he squeezes intensely. Pulling up your dress, he does it again, lightly slapping the cheeks as he gets into the moment.
You moan into his mouth, bucking your hips against his to let him know how it affected you.
“Fuck, you like that?” He rasps, nipping at your neck now.
“Yes,” you answer, moaning even louder when he does it again, a little harder this time.
You’re lost in his scent, in his heat, in the way his mouth explores whatever he can at this position, and the dampness in your underwear only says what more you want from him.
Guiding him towards the couch, you lightly nudge him to sit, gazing at him hungrily before settling on his lap, kissing him again like you’re memorizing every inch of his mouth and his lips that you can’t get enough of.
While his hands knead your ass and simultaneously push you to grind against his aching cock, yours hurriedly unbutton his polo, wanting a taste of what you’d seen that afternoon at the pool. You’d thought of how he looked underneath all the clothes he wears and you finally get to do more than just imagine all of that.
After undoing the last button, you palm his chest, toned and smooth as you’d expected, his pert nipples exciting you as you flick them to his delight. Your lips detach from his, then you briefly gaze at his bare body, and move towards his chest, your open-mouthed kisses all over it intensifying his desire, and he’s the one who’s now unzipping your dress from behind.
Pushing you to sit back up, Jungkook meets your glazed eyes, and he slowly pulls down the straps off your shoulders, followed by your bra to reveal half of your breasts, your own pert buds teasing him.
He pants as your fingers trace the dips of his abs, and unable to just sit and marvel at you any longer, he attacks your breasts, taking one in his mouth, ravishing it as he fondles the other.
The pleasure is immediate, as the way he swirls and strokes your erogenous region makes you feel suspended, especially as he does so in a carnal yet passionate way. You grind against him, feeling his stiff length poking your stomach. Your hands grip on his taut back, feeling its tense muscles as he exerts all his effort on making you feel good, which he knows he’s doing so well at, given your expletives and moans that keep getting louder.
“You sound so good,” he groans in your ear, another sensitive part of you, something he’s figured out, as he nibbles and licks its shell, and he instantly feels the hairs of your arm raise at the action.
You hum, pushing him to lean back again so your eyes could rake all over his body, liking the way the dim light illuminates the beads of sweat on his chest, and with him panting like this and seeing the hunger in his eyes while also knowing he’ll get to do more, he’s absolutely stunning.
“Done admiring?” He asks cheekily.
“Yes,” you reply after a beat of silence, though you doubt you’d ever get enough of see this. “You?”
“Need to see everything first, babe,” he smirks.
So you stand up, unhooking your bra then fully unzipping the dress that’s pooled on your waist, doing so in a sensual manner as you slowly reveal more of yourself to him, liking the way his eyes widen in shock and lust at the same time.
You’re left with nothing but your silk thong, a shiver running down your spine when he moves towards the edge of the couch, his hands caressing your outer thighs before groping and slapping your ass cheeks once more.
“Can’t get enough of these,” he moans, not matching the tender way he kisses your torso.
You cradle his head, and he’s suddenly reminded of all the times he used to see you do this. He looks up at you teasingly.
“Hmm, this is what it’s like.”
You remember it, too, and you laugh at the way he nuzzles your belly then smirks at you, like he’s thoroughly enjoying himself. You’d been in a lustful mood just seconds ago, and he brings you back in it as quickly as he took you out, as he starts sucking on the skin that leads to your cunt.
He glances at you while he nibbles at the hem of your underwear, his fingers teasing your lips and feeling the dampness that’s pooled in there. Slowly, he removes the last piece of clothing you have on, staring at your hooded eyes while he does.
Now completely bare in front of him, he brings you with him as he sits back on the couch, having you straddle him again, your mouths touching once more, the fervent actions at pace with your thrusting hips.
“You’re so wet, I can feel you all over me,” he mumbles in your ear, pushing your core down to grind against his clothed crotch.
“Need your mouth to do something about it,” you groan, as the ache in your cunt starts to get unbearable, needing relief.
pairing: Jungkook x Reader | [slight] Yoongi x Reader
genre: fluff, angst, smut, roommates!au, college!au, fuckboi!jk, enemies to friends to lovers
summary: Star basketball player Jeon Jungkook has a reputation as the ultimate fuckboi. He’s loved by everyone. Everyone. And you would have followed suit if he had not broken all your strict Roommate Rules™ within the first week of his stay. Jungkook, on the other hand, thinks you’re absolutely bizarre. But there’s a silver lining — Mr. Fuckboi here knows basketball captain Min Yoongi, your dreadfully clueless crush. He strikes up a deal with you: he’ll teach you the ways of flirting if you lessen your load of rules (so Jungkook can continue perusing his way through the ladies on campus). Yet the longer Jungkook spends with you, the more he realizes that maybe he doesn’t want to be the campus fuckboi anymore. The problem is, how does he prove that to you?
rating: 18+ sexual content.
warnings: protected sex (twice..), oral (f. receiving), rough sex (1), a lot of making out, orgasm denial (for two secs methinks), titty sucking, cursing, alcohol consumption from parties, jk sleeps around (but not anymore?!), the basketball team is kinda disgusting, jk lowkey (highkey) be staking his claim but it’s seen in y/n pov, honestly jk and y/n are still hella confused
word count: 15.3k
a/n ✑ part dossss! thank you so much for waiting!! i adoreee this couple and i hope you enjoy the rest of their journey too <3 appreciate all of you guyss <33 (also there’s like.. one epilogue scene teehee)
My heart clenched and ached and soared in all the best ways in part 2. I was expecting it to go a certain way - like OC, waiting for the other shoe to drop, for the pot to boil over, for nasty things to happen, but I was pleasantly surprised and I wouldn’t have had it another way. The way the story headed was perfect for me - it wasn’t so much as the outside world they were against; what was happening outside seemed to just keep pushing them towards each other and it was beautiful how it all came together.
All the emotions, the acceptance, the fears and worries - all valid and handled so well. The smut, again, was glorious. But you could feel all the unsaid words in them. You could feel what they were feeling and that’s not easy to do. Everything about this story was written so well. Like your favorite rom-com with absolutely adorable characters. They’re one of my favorite couples ever. Thank you so much for writing this and making me all giddy, turned on, emotional, and happy
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.
For as long as you can remember, you’ve never been too fond of water.
The first time you stepped foot into a big body of water—also known as, the community pool a few blocks away from your childhood home—you cried. For some reason, a lot of water terrified you. You tried taking lessons once, but your instructor couldn’t even get you to step within five feet of the pool.
And your father never forced you to go back.
Over the years, you’ve tried to lessen the fear. And for the most part, you’re not scared of water anymore. You can sit in pools and be on the beach just fine. The only thing is, you still haven’t learned how to swim.
It’s like your body is just incapable of doing so.
There are only a select number of people who know you can’t swim—Namjoon and Haru, to name a few. Which is why they tried to talk you out of doing the canoe races. The weather is always unpredictable, as you never know what the gods are bickering about. And your friends were right: something bad was bound to happen, which is why you should’ve listened to them earlier.
But your stupid ego always seems to be in the way.
As you sink further down into the depth of the water, fear and anxiety begin to fill your veins. Is this really how you’re going to die? Being a demigod means life isn’t certain because danger always lurks in the smallest of places; however, drowning has never been on your list of possible causes.
What a way to out of this world, y/n.
You could already see Charon waiting for you on that boat of his, ready to take you across the river and into the Underworld. A part of you wondered if he’d laugh at you—laugh at the pitiful way you died. Then again, you’ve heard enough stories to know his expression always remained stoic.
Maybe you’ll even end up in Elysium, though you’re not sure you’ve done enough good in the world to deserve a place there. All you’ve been concerned with these last few years is how to get Jeongguk back.
Jeongguk.
Of course, in your final moments of life, only he would occupy your thoughts. How rude and inconsiderate of him. You should be thinking about your sweet friends or your father—but no, the only thing you can see is Jeon Jeongguk’s stupid face in your mind.
Still, you do find it a bit ironic now; you’re terrified of water—literally drowning at the moment—and he’s the son of the sea god.
Life sure does work in mysterious ways.
***
Jeongguk’s POV
All the screaming makes him turn around.
Jeongguk takes a glance behind him, where Athena’s canoe wades only a few feet away. Most demigods feared weather like this—the wild winds and restless waters only promised destruction. But it doesn’t bother him.
This is his father’s domain and Jeongguk feels at ease.
Until he counts the members of Athena’s canoe and realizes that one person is missing—more specifically, you. For the first time in a while, he actually feels his chest tighten in fear. Where did you go? There isn’t anywhere to go—not for miles. Except—
“Oh my god, she can’t swim!”
One of the younger campers on your canoe screams this, and Jeongguk feels something hot settle in his stomach. Without a second thought, he dives into the water.
It doesn’t take him long to spot you, and it seems your half-sibling was right—you really can’t swim. As odd as that sounds to his ears, he swims to you anyway. At the sight of your closed eyes and limp body, a weird sensation tugs at his heart. Why do you have to look so damn vulnerable right now?
Jeongguk realizes then that he’d rather take your fire—the way you’re always challenging him and the anger you possessed—over this frail girl any day.
He wraps his arms around your frame easily, pulling you back to the surface without much difficulty. Lifting you into the canoe, he watches as your half-siblings rush to you. After they take one look at your pale complexion, one bursts into tears while the others rush to perform CPR.
For once, Jeongguk feels useless as he moves back into his own canoe that has pulled up beside Athena’s.
“That was impressive.”
Turning, Jeongguk notices another canoe has pulled up—probably wondering what all the commotion was. His eyes settle on the voice, and he tries not to roll his eyes. But when it concerns the son of Hades, he often cannot help himself.
“Don’t start getting any ideas, Min,” he scowls.
Yoongi has the audacity to smirk. “You said it, not me.”
“I did what any person would do.” Jeongguk doesn’t know why he’s being so defensive. He’s never this defensive.
“Right,” Yoongi hums. “Because saving your sworn rival is totally normal.”
Jeongguk wants nothing more than to rub that stupid look on Yoongi’s face away. Just because he is amicable with the son of Hades—a fellow demigod of the Big Three, and therefore someone he could relate to—it doesn’t mean he isn’t opposed to inflicting a hint of damage. Though, before he can do such a thing, there’s a coughing fit coming from Athena’s cabin.
Relieffills him at the sight of you coughing up water. That’s a good sign. You’re going to be okay.
“Let’s get her to the infirmary,” someone says, and Jeongguk watches as your cabin rushes back to shore.
The rest of the canoes soon follow; even though the weather is starting to clear up, and the winds aren’t as brisk anymore, there’s no point in continuing the races now. Not after what everyone just witnessed.
Once they’re back on shore, Jeongguk jumps out of the canoe and his feet seem to move on their own accord—towards the Big House. Towards the infirmary. What? He shakes his head and decides to go in the opposite direction.
“I saw that slight hesitation, Jeon.”
Jeongguk looks behind him, where Yoongi casually gives him a look. He realizes that Yoongi really seems to be getting a kick out of tormenting him today.
“You saw nothing,” he says, turning back around and towards the cabins instead.
Yoongi moves to match his pace, and Jeongguk looks down at the boy donned in all-black. He has no clue why the dress code doesn’t apply to the son of Hades. “Keep telling yourself that. Denial is normal.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Yoongi laughs. “I guess we’ll just have to see how this unfolds, don’t we?”
summary; a disney enchanted!au, where a cynical divorce lawyer’s life is turned upside down when he sees you hanging from a disneyworld billboard. looking for your prince, you shake up jungkook’s life by warming his life and warming his heart. disney cliches, harsh realities and animal sidekicks ensue pairing; divorce lawyer/dilf!kook x princess!reader genre/warnings; fluff, crack, angst, dad!koo, modern fantasy au, fairy tale au, jungkook’s a hot dad but a hot mess, this is absolute chaos, humor in its worst form, sexual exploration, smut in the form of female masterbation in the flowery-est way possible, virgin!reader, a whole lot of disney puns w/c;11.6k a/n; thank you thank you thank u for yet another supportive and loving year. im happy to end of the year with ever ever after, and to start the year off with ever ever after! bonus points if u find all the disney references! happy new year all, stay safe and stay sweet
It’s been a day.
First it was the case with the couple Myra and Jubilee. Jubilee is decidedly not joyous or celebratory in any way, and gives Jungkook a hard time when it comes down to the settlement of their marriage.
Then he got a phone call from Nari’s school, her teacher citing how worried she is that Nari’s grades are dropping in reading. “Her reading is at a Fountas and Pinell level J and it’s already the middle of third grade,” the teacher babbled in his ear during his five-minute lunch break. He doesn’t know who Fountas and Pinell are, but they can go suck it.
Finally, Krystal and Nari got into a fight right before he picked her up. It’s been a couple years since he and Krystal made the leap, so it’s been a long time coming. Jungkook isn’t necessarily worried about the relationship between his girlfriend and daughter, but since day one it’s been decidedly so that their personalities do not mesh comfortably. They try, really. Krystal isn’t really a kid-person, but he supposes they love each other and that’s all that matters.
“How could she,” Nari babbles, cheeks still ruddied and read from her previous scream-fest, “I just wanted one story, daddy! She wouldn’t read anything! Can she not read?”
“Nari,” he sighs over the wheel, watching the pitter-patter of rain streaming down his windows, “you know how busy Krystal is with work. She was probably just as tired as you.”
“But daddy, you’re always busy and you make time for me.”
“You are a smart one, aren’t you?”
“Because of you, daddy.”
At least the night can end off sweet. He can’t help the little smile that takes over his features. It’s a tired smile, due to the fact that it’s almost 9PM and the buttons on his suit are way too tight for this late hour, but nevertheless his daughter always manages to cheer him up.
“Let’s get some McDonalds?” he knows he doesn’t even have to ask the question, “chicken nuggies?”
“Chicken nuggies!” Nari cheers.
So they get some chicken nuggies and share an Oreo McFlurry on the drive back to the apartment. Nari is still babbling about school and whatever nonsensical information she deems important to her father’s ears. Jungkook half-listens, still thinking about the non-jubilous Jubilee and the stress that will roll over to the next morning.
The rain’s mostly stopped, and Jungkook shoves a handful of fries in his mouth as soon as his car is parked, pulling himself out of the car. Nari’s first, hopping out of her booster and threading her arms through her My Little Pony backpack.
The pavement is still kind of gross, that type of city grime that tacks onto the tar and never goes away. He sighs, looking over to Nari who’s jumping up and down and pointing to whatever billboard is above their complex. Nari’s always seeing things, making up imaginary friends in her head so he thinks nothing of it.
“Daddy, daddy!” Nari cries, pointing to the sky, “the princess is falling!”
“No, baby,” Jungkook sighs tiredly, grabbing his briefcase from the side door. “The expression is, ‘the sky is falling.’ Remember when we watched Chicken Little? No one believed him because things don’t really fall from the sky—”
“Daddy catch her!”
At the command of his adorable, sweet daughter, he blinks the sleep out of his eyes. You, hanging on top of a billboard wearing the most ridiculous wedding dress.
Jungkook shakes his head at least a dozen times while Nari is crying at him. This isn’t a dream. It’s 9:00 in Seoul City and a woman in a fifty-layer white wedding gown is hanging by the nails on a Disney World billboard.
You shriek, losing your grip and falling right into Jungkook’s arms.
There’s some weird metal cage around your waist and legs, jabbing him uncomfortably in the abdomen. You smell like the city, and he wonders how long you’ve been outside and who’s your designated caretaker because you cannot possibly be sane.
“Ow! What the hell, lady?”
“Oh my goodness,” you don’t even care that he shoved you off like a bug, sitting prettily on your knees as you cup your hands over your face, “I am so sorry, are you alright?”
“Are you?” Jungkook bites back.
“I could be better,” you reply lightly, tilting your head with a smile, “thank you so much for saving me, I feel so lost without my prince.”
Your voice is reminiscent of bells, not the annoying ones that clang and bang in convenience stores. Your voice is like the tinkle of soft little silver chimes at the hint of wind, pleasant and soothing. It scares Jungkook.
“You have a prince?” It’s Nari that says that, hugging Jungkook’s leg.
You sit up eagerly, staring wondrously at her. “Oh, my prince. Have you seen my prince?”
“Who?” Jungkook scoffs, “Prince Charming?”
Your eyes widen, and Jungkook can swear he sees the stars reflected in your eyes. How is that even possible, he’s living in a city! “You know him, then!” you beam, “Prince Jimin!”
“Nari, back away from the crazy cosplayer.”
“Cosplayer!” you gape, putting a hand on your lip, “what’s a cosplayer?”
Jungkook’s eyes are wide. Are you for real? Forcing a smile he grits, “If we were in Comic Con, that’d be some excellent acting.”
“What’s a Comic-Con?”
“Like I said,” Jungkook forces Nari to turn around, giving her the keycard to their complex, “excellent acting. Good night, princess.”
“Oh, I’m not a princess yet,” your eyes are darting towards Nari, a small smile melting on your dirty features, “have a wonderful night.”
Jungkook thinks that’s that. The city really is full of freaks. He scurries up to his apartment, telling Nari to finish up her food so she can get ready for bed. Jungkook practically rips his clothes off, excited to slip into warm sweatpants and an oversized sweater. It’s a pair that he harbored from college, the collars slightly frayed but washed enough times to be the perfect sleep time texture.
He’s tired but not tired enough to skip over story time. He walks into Nari’s bedroom, wearing her favorite heart pajamas. However, she’s not in bed, but looking sadly out the window.
“She’s still outside, daddy,” she whispers, tiny hands gripping the windowsill.
Jungkook steps behind her, noting in fact that you are still outside, still on the ground where they left you. A little bit of guilt stabs him as he watches the rain pick up the pace, pattering you ruthlessly as you move under the faded Disney World billboard to take shelter. The metal rungs provide very little shelter, but it seems that you’ve given up for the night, tired and spent.
You are a pretty thing. Pretty sad, and pretty pathetic as you rip part of your dress to fold over your hair, but nevertheless pretty. White dress billowing across your lap, you lean against the railing, eyes drooping.
He sighs, looking guiltily at Nari. He may not care much for you, but he does care for Nari, and she’s probably disappointed that he wasn’t more proactive about the situation.
Pulling out his phone, he pulls in a favor from a friendly co-worker. While he waits for the line he urges Nari to go back to bed, assuring that everything’s going to be fine.
“Namjoon?” Jungkook plops down right next to Nari, pulling her to his chest, “can you do me a favor and call a cab for someone downstairs? I would do it now but I’m putting Nari to bed. Make sure she gets somewhere safe.”
Namjoon’s a dope.
An intelligent dope at that. Jungkook and Namjoon attended the same law school together, Jungkook an eager freshman with his tail tucked and Namjoon, the president of Mock Trial. An unlikely pair, Jungkook immediately followed Namjoon the day he got hired at the firm, brought under his wing and taught him everything he knew.
But today Namjoon’s especially dopey. He’s singing, for real singing, during his office hours and munching on a home-cooked meal. Namjoon is a man of many talents, and cooking isn’t one of them.
Jungkook steps into his office noting upon closer inspection that Namjoon’s grey pin-stripe suit looks freshly cleaned and pressed, and for once his dress shirt doesn’t have a slight crinkle or burn mark. Namjoon offers Jungkook a dimpled smile and gestures for him to take the seat in front of his desk.
“Where’d you find her?” he asks, and Jungkook makes a face at the wonder that laces Namjoon’s tone. Namjoon’s lunch smells delicious, a pot roast so tender it falls off the bone, seeping gently into the freshly cooked rice and potatoes.
“Hanging off the top of a Disney billboard,” Jungkook replies dryly, fingers playing with the edge of his manila folder, “where’d she end up going?”
“She stayed the night.”
“The fuck—did you sleep with her?”
“Keep it down—no! She fell asleep on my couch, would you shut the door?” Namjoon doesn’t even wait, gets up with his long stride and slams it for the both of them, “first off, she seemed perfectly sane. A little quirky, but sane. Knew her ABCs and everything.”
“You could’ve just sent her to the police and they could’ve taken care of it.”
“I could’ve, but alas I am still a young bachelor and I’m out to take risks,” Namjoon takes another bite of his pot roast, and Jungkook stares longingly at it. Suddenly his Big Mac Meal doesn’t look so appealing. “Besides, she made breakfast, lunch, and pressed my suit as a thank you!”
“And where is she now?”
“Mm, roaming around the city,” Namjoon shrugs, moving the rice around his container, “I think her fiance left her at the altar or something? She won’t say, but she said she’s searching for her Prince.”
Jungkook tilts his head, wondering what you’re up to. Wandering around the sleek city in an ugly wedding dress, a ditzy look on your face as you walk aimlessly for your supposed fiance. “Must look silly, wandering around like she belongs on a street performance. I wonder if this guy’s actually real.”
“Okay, she did look a little funny last night but she isn’t silly,” Jungkook tenses under Namjoon’s cool reply, looking at his younger companion with a frown.
Namjoon and Jungkook have known each other for years, way before Nari, Krystal, and even his ex-wife. He’s seen Jungkook grow, maybe aid in a little bit of the growth as he graduated from law school and moved on to bigger things in life.
Ever since Jungkook’s ex-wife committed the move that turned her into an ex-wife, Namjoon has done his best to keep Jungkook’s pessimism in check. He knows that deep down, a livelier, more hopeful version of Jungkook is there somewhere. Namjoon’s a patient man, but not patient enough to wheel his young friend in the right direction.
“In fact, she’s coming back for dinner if she doesn’t find him,” Namjoon says pointedly, “you should invite Nari and Krystal, if you want.”
“Didn’t know your apartment was an AirBNB,” Jungkook replies, furrowing his brows.
“It’s not like she’s living here for free, she offered to cook dinner and said after she looked around she’d go grocery shopping.”
“Ah, so like a maid?”
Namjoon sighs, “You’ll like her, get your head out of your ass and just come.”
“The only reason I’ll come is if I don’t have time to cook dinner.”
Of course, Jungkook does not have time to cook dinner.
There was a time where Jungkook designated his hours for both work and Nari. Not to say that he is neglecting Nari, the schedule just is a bit more, sloppy. It’s so much easier for Jungkook to dive into work nowadays, that he loses track of the time and lets himself get lost in a world far away from his personal life.
Lately he’s been feeling the brunt of his actions, Nari and Krystal are fighting more often than not, or icing each other out in separate rooms. There is such a thing as too much time together, much like how brothers and sisters get sick of each other, and maybe Jungkook’s doing that to his two favorite girls in the world.
By the time Jungkook picks Nari up from Krystal’s it’s dark, and he has to mentally figure out if he has enough ingredients and time to cook a decent dinner. Spaghetti and meatballs sounds passable, but it’ll take a bit of time to defrost the meat and—
“Daddy, I’m famished,” Nari cries dramatically from the backseat, mirroring a starved animal as she sticks her tongue out like she’s dead.
Jungkook scoffs behind the wheel, plastering a small smile on his face, “Well, Uncle Joonie did invite us to dinner but if you’re too tired—”
“YES!”
“Alright then, Uncle Joonie it is.”
Jungkook didn’t know what to expect when coming into Namjoon’s apartment, but he didn’t expect this.
The apartment looks nothing like the bachelor pad Namjoon hoped for when moving into the city. There’s still the monochrome furniture and sleek corners of every table and counter, but there’s a feeling emanating from it that Jungkook naturally gravitates to. Warmth.
It’s the feeling of coming home to a loving family, and Jungkook almost pictures his mother waiting for him with a kiss and his favorite side dishes. It smells full, from the cinnamon-honey candle centered at the coffee table to the smell of fresh tomato sauce wafting from the stove.
One thing is missing from the apartment, however.
“Are—are you wearing Namjoon’s curtains?”
You pull yourself out of the open fridge, giving the divorce lawyer a thousand-watt grin as you grab a carafe of juice, “Hi, Jungkook and Nari! I hope you had a wonderful day today. And yes, isn’t the fabric just divine? Namjoon disagreed and said it looked like an old tablecloth.”
It’s like you’ve been plucked out of a Disney movie, and pasted into the ugliest, most unfitting scenario possible. Jungkook can’t deny that the familiar floral curtains did make a presentable dress. You twirl around a bit, making a show of the whole affair as the violet printed curtain halos around your legs. Jungkook wonders if you’re aware that you’re flirting.
“Only because it was a housewarming gift for my mom,” Namjoon jests from behind, pulling out a bottle of wine from his mini-cellar. Jungkook notes how much you and him look like a young couple, preparing dinner for his pathetic single dad-friend and his daughter. “You know how much I’ve wanted to install those electric blinds. I just got them shipped, care to help me after dinner?”
“Did you make that?” Nari blurts, running past Jungkook’s legs to fist the fabric between her pudgy fingers.
“Nari,” Jungkook tests, “we don’t just grab people’s clothes—”
“Yes! I just made it this morning, as you know it wouldn’t be practical to walk around the city in a wedding dress,” you make a point to put down the carafe on the dining table, resting on your knees to make eye-level with Nari, “in fact, I can make one for you if you’d like. There’s enough curtain to go around!”
Nari giggles, unconsciously curling up to your form. Jungkook tilts his head, debating on his next move. It softens him to see Nari so relaxed in front of an adult, but at the same time he doesn’t want Nari to get too attached. You look like a fantasy, a princess dipped in pastels that has his daughter’s eyes sparkling in awe. “Nari-bun, don’t bother her. She’s had a rough couple of days and she just made dinner. She probably wants to rest after we eat.”
“It’s quite alright Jungkook,” you assure kindly, giving him a reassuring smile, “I would love to make a dress for Nari.”
“As long as your friends don’t stop by and help,” Namjoon warns ominously, waving the cork in your face.
“Friends?” Jungkook asks, but Namjoon shakes his head and leads them to the dining table.
The dining table is overflowing, an amount of food much too exorbitant for a bachelor such as Namjoon. The leftover roast from this morning, added with a very kid-friendly mac n’cheese with garlic mashed potatoes. The fruit arrangement is in the shape of a chipmunk, and Nari reaches over to pluck the green-grape nose from its head. Jungkook’s stomach agrees with what’s on the table, and he almost tells you he’s grateful for being fed a homemade meal in what feels like forever.
“Wine?” Namjoon pours half of your glass in the velvety liquid, pushing to your side of the table.
You tilt your head, and Jungkook can see your eyes distorted by the clear glass, “I’ve never had wine before.”
“Careful,” Jungkook teases, “it’s poison.”
That causes you to freeze, lips edging over the crystal nervously. Your eyes peer into the liquid, so far that your nose is in it. “Y-you don’t mean that, right?” you force a laugh, looking at Jungkook with pleading eyes.
“I promise it’s not poison,” Nari looks at you convincingly, a piece of pasta hanging from her lips, “I’ve tried it once, tastes like old grape juice!”
“Nari!” Jungkook blushes, eyes wide.
Namjoon laughs heartily, “Starting her early, eh?”
“It was an accident,” Jungkook grumbles, his fork picking at his dish of rice and mixed greens. He regards you with a balanced look, “I know we’ve only known each other for two days, but I didn’t mean to scare you. We wouldn’t poison you, promise.”
“R-right,” you give him a tentative smile, one that barely reaches your eyes.
With a small sip, you take an experimental taste at the cold liquid. It’s crisp, and dark, and reminds you of black magic. It’s nice. You hear Namjoon chuckle once you take more sips, wanting to swallow as much darkness as you possibly can.
Jungkook is still unsure. You two look about the same age, not young enough to be spritely but certainly old enough to prepare settling down and starting a family. However, your eyes sparkle with innocence, you soak up Nari’s elaborate story about her fight with Wendy at lunch, you listen with rapt attention whenever Namjoon talks about his current case.
“So, you two both work in a facility that specializes in breaking up couples?” you’re horrified, your eyes are practically watering. You push away your dessert, crossing your arms.
“Well, they’re already broken up,” Namjoon replies gently, putting a hand on your shoulder, “we’re just here to divide up the assets and make the process as amiable as possible.”
“So you don’t even try to help them get back together?”
“By the time they get to us, it’s usually far too late. Sometimes relationships don’t work out.”
The frown that graces your lips is sad, feeling undefeated before you can get a proper argument out. More importantly, you look like you’re thinking too hard, trying to wrap around your head that you’re in a society that values individualism.
Jungkook’s glad it’s Namjoon that explains it to you. If he explained it, you’re sure you’d further flip your shit. He supposes wherever you live is rather backwards, preferring to wallow in sadness in a loveless relationship for the rest of your life.
The rest of the night is a lull, Jungkook and Namjoon install the new electric blinds while you and Nari plan out a brand new dress. It’s relaxing, Namjoon and him exchange songs to critique while they turn Namjoon’s apartment into the bachelor pad he’s always wanted. By the time it’s ten in the evening he knows that Nari’s probably ready to tuck in.
Jungkook doesn’t barge in right away, only because he’s curious. The two of you are sitting on the floor of Namjoon’s office, one he rarely uses because nowadays he prefers to keep all his work at work.
There’s fabric everywhere, all remnants of what were once floral curtains, courtesy of Namjoon’s mother. Your skirt billows out, haloing you in the middle of the floor while you put away the templates for Nari’s dress.
“I will make you as many dresses as you like,” you barter, holding out your hand, “and in exchange, you’ll teach me long division! Such a fascinating concept.”
“It sounds like an unfair deal,” Jungkook stifles a chuckle at Nari’s pointed tone. “I’ll also teach you multiplication and whatever I learn in Civics. Deal?”
“Deal.”
“Nari-bun,” Jungkook opens the office slightly, “time to go.”
Surprisingly, his daughter doesn’t hesitate to wrap her tiny arms around your neck. His heart aches at the scene, thinking back to a time where sweet hugs and kisses were the norm in his home. Not to say that there is a lack of affection with the two of them, but he always thought with Krystal in the picture it would take awhile for the three of them to warm up together.
And yet, it took you only one meal.
Nari runs to the living room to put on her coat and backpack, and you and Jungkook trail after her.
“She’s lovely, Jungkook,” you say, clasping your hands under your chin, “you must feel very lucky.”
“Yeah, she’s… my everything.” Jungkook smiles fondly when Namjoon stands by the door to scoop Nari up in his arms, laughing
“Stop by tomorrow to pick up her dress, I’ll have it done by then.”
“Thanks, Princess. I appreciate that, it’s been awhile since she’s been able to talk to a—” motherly figure.
“Princess?” you make a face, “I’m not a princess, yet.”
He doesn’t know what you mean by that, maybe you’re starting to get a bitter taste of reality, but he lets it go for tonight because Nari’s all smiles.
“Nari’s sick,” Jungkook blurts the next week, looking quite grave. “How could I not have noticed? A one-hundred fever and she’s got a cold. Namjoon, we’re not even a quarter of the way done with this case. Hoseok’s gonna have my neck.”
Namjoon barely looks up from the bridge of his reading glasses, “Can’t Krystal pick her up?”
“You know Krystal doesn’t like her work being interrupted. That’s why she gets Nari in the afternoon.”
Namjoon’s brows rise at the easy reply, and he fights back the urge to retort back that’s messed up. Krystal and Jungkook have been together for years, since Nari was potty trained. Krystal has only seriously conversed with Nari up until two years ago after graduating from “casual fling”.
In Namjoon’s eyes, it still isn’t enough. Nari isn’t a coat you can hang up and wear when you want to—she’s Jungkook’s daughter and Namjoon wishes they’d both get their heads out of their asses to have a serious conversation about their future together.
“I have an idea,” Namjoon pulls up the Facetime feature on his iMac, dialing a number, “I’ll call up my roommate.”
“Roommate? What room—you’re still letting Princess live with you?”
Namjoon shrugs, “She’s harmless, and it’s not like she’s freeloading. She cooks and stuff, and it’s not like I’m home anyway.”
“Namjoon, hello!” your face takes up the entirety of Namjoon’s screen, from corner to corner. “This cell phone thing is amazing! How do you fit into that little screen, is it akin to a magic mirror?”
“You gave her a phone, too?” Jungkook mouths exasperatedly, but Namjoon waves him off.
The older one chuckles at your question, but this only makes Jungkook more antsy. It’s one thing to make a dress for Nari, but to take care of her the whole day? The scenery behind you is moving, a litany of greens and greys as you blur through the city. “What are you doing out and about?”
“I’m trying one of those hobbies you’ve suggested,” you press one of Namjoon’s philosophy novels to your cheek, smiling brightly, “I’ve decided to try out what you call, ‘me time.’”
“Mm, I think ‘me time’ will have to wait. Nari’s sick at school and we got a really serious case on our hands, we were wondering if you could pick her up.”
“Oh, goodness, of course! Nari’s health is more important, I’ll make a turn now,” you start darting your head back and forth, “where is her school?”
Jungkook kicks Namjoon’s swivel chair so he can see you eye-to-eye (or, screen to screen.) “I can pin you the address and send you all the forms to pick her up,” Jungkook says, “and Nari has a house key in her backpack. All her medicine is in the bathroom cabinet.”
“Sounds good, is she allergic to anything?”
“N-no,” Jungkook scratches his head, unable to put his thoughts together. What else is he supposed to tell you about his sick daughter? Everything is jumbling in his head, swimming in his brain like a perpetual toilet flush.
“Jungkook,” you say, regarding him with a tender look, “don’t worry, I’ll take care of it. We’ll be fine. Go do what you have to do.”
He squirms under his tight tie, akin to feeling like a fish out of water. Namjoon hangs up the call for him, and teases, “You liiiikeher!”
The tag team doesn’t have any more time to waste, so all the teasing and previous worrying has to be unfortunately put on the backburner. Jungkook works himself ragged, fills his body up with McDonalds and glowers when Namjoon offers to share his prepared bento when it isn’t enough to keep him sated.
He doesn’t know what worries him more, the fact that you’re not calling or the fact that you haven’t called. It’s been hours since he gave you permission to retrieve his daughter. The sky is dark and Jungkook is a pile of mush.
Once Namjoon hauls himself out of the office, Jungkook is quick to follow. Despite their exhaustion, both of them zoom up to their respective apartments, eager to make dinner and crash.
The apartment is quiet when Jungkook returns. A bowl of hot soup sits on the stove, simmerling lightly to stay warm. The house is also spotless, he’s pretty sure there were coffee rings on the wooden table but they’ve been scrubbed away and now glistening with lemon-scented Pledge. You sit on the couch, your usual posture slumped slightly as you tilt your head over Namjoon’s novel, the quietest he’s ever seen you. It’s a side of you he never thought you could reach, a serene wave of calmness as you flutter your eyes to his.
“Good evening, Jungkook. I hope work wasn’t too bad,“ your voice is light, making sure not to disturb the ambiance in the room, “she’s in bed, snug as a bug,” you say before he can ask, your eyes flickering to the hallway.
His muscles relax considerably when he creaks open his daughter’s bedroom door. Nari’s out like a light, her onyx black hair in a disarray as she swaddles herself beneath the layers of blanket. When he touches her forehead she’s a tad warm, but not as bad as he thought.
Jungkook makes quick work of freshening up, throwing his suit in the hamper in exchange for basketball shorts and a hoodie. He doesn’t want you waiting too long. Strangely enough when you return, you’re in the same spot he’s left you. The only thing that’s changed is there’s a hot bowl of soup on the kitchen island, ready to be consumed.
“Thank you, really,” Jungkook brings the mug of soup to the coffee table, sitting next to you.
You stick your thumb in the navy blue novel, “Anytime, Jungkook. I think Nari will be good to go back to school so long as you give her the cold medicine in the morning.”
“You really did me a solid, I don’t know how I’m going to pay you back,” Jungkook gushes, taking a big gulp of your soup. Damn, that’s tasty. “So if you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to call me.”
You shrug, playing with the trim of your dress, “I‘ve been thinking actually, what I’m actually doing. What I’m waiting for and—I’m starting to believe he’s not coming.”
It takes a second for Jungkook to register your words. He’s never seen you so… reflective. Maybe it’s partially his fault for never considering your feelings, and how absolutely and utterly ditzy you can be in the daytime, but he doesn’t know how to respond.
“Jimin, right?” he takes your silence as a yes, “well, maybe he’s not the one for you.”
“Is that what divorce lawyers are supposed to say in this world?” you whisper, “are they just supposed to tell you to give up on the people you love?”
Something sour sits in Jungkook’s throat, blending harshly with the creamy texture of the chicken soup. He’s sorely reminded of another life, where he thought he could live the life you’re longing for. “I’ve tried the whole marriage deal. Commitment, trying over and over. And honestly? The only thing that I’ve realized is that true love hurts. It’s taken me years to open up to another partner and even then, I’m still relearning.”
You blink away the tears, steeling yourself. “So you’re telling me it’s going to take years to recover from this? I shouldn’t just be hopeful and invest in Jimin as much as you’re investing in whoever you love now?”
“Well yes—no, I don’t know, Princess. How long have you known your fiance?”
“A fortnight,” you sigh dreamily, “Namjoon, he says that’s fourteen days.”
What the fuck.
You say it so seriously, with all the adoration and affection in your heart that Jungkook’s only defense mechanism is to laugh in your face.
“Two weeks, really?” he sneers, “what, is this an arranged marriage or something? Did your parents hold you hostage or something? Is there a dowry someone’s after?”
“N-no,” you gasp, holding your book to your chest, “since when does time equate to how much I feel for someone?”
“Because you tried marrying a stranger!” Jungkook replies exasperatedly, “that’s like a Vegas wedding!”
“I have no clue what a Vegas wedding is, but I do know your heart is clouded,” you get up, brush the invisible dust off your petticoat. “How dare you say these things to me. You make me feel so—so—” you shake your head, stuffing your feet in your shoes. You rub a hand over your face, and Jungkook’s exasperated face drops when he notices that your cheeks are rudded and your eyes are glassy, “good night, Jungkook. Tell Nari I said to get well.”
The slam of his door not only hits the frame hard, but also a niggling feeling in Jungkook’s brain.
Unfortunately, Nari does not get better by the morning. While her fever isn’t in the 100s, she still feels crummy and can only function in the fluffiest of pajamas and the most mind-numbing of cartoons. Despite the case on his hands, Jungkook can use an off day, especially with his best girl.
It’s the most in a long time that Jungkook has to coddle her. It feels good to sink between the couch and catch up on Miraculous Ladybug, gorge on ice cream and be lazy together.
“She says a spoonful of sugar makes the medicine go down,” Nari snuggles closer to Jungkook’s chest, recalling the events of yesterday.
Jungkook listens silently as Nari’s relays the events of yesterday while he was at work, trying to picture you as the only adult figure in his apartment. His daughter explains in great detail how you put cold water on her forehead, and told her fantastical stories about a cottage in the woods. While drowsy, Nari says in exchange that she shared her multiplication table with you, and you’re making great progress with your nine and twelve times tables.
“We should take her out once I get better,” is the last thing Nari says before she drifts off for her afternoon nap.
Jungkook doesn’t have the heart to tell her that he probably hurt your feelings last night, and he isn’t sure if you would agree to a meal at this point. As per routine, he suppresses his confusing feelings by playing some League of Legends, calling Krystal for a quick check-in, and taking care of some work. In-between he takes sips of your leftover chicken noodle soup, which tastes simultaneously savory and bitter.
“Hey, JK,” Namjoon calls just short of 3PM, interrupting Jungkook’s kill streak, “why don’t I bring pizza over? Pizza always makes me feel better when I’m sick and we can talk about the new case.”
“That’s cool, bring some wine and invite Princess,” Jungkook replies coolly, hoping you’ll show up so he can muster up an apology.
“What? She didn’t come home last night, I thought she found her fiance or something,” Namjoon’s relatively unbothered, “she said if they found each other she’d want to go back right away.”
Jungkook’s fingers are still across his keyboard. He blinks once, twice. He swivels around his chair, taking a 360 of his room. Nari’s knocked out on the couch, the kitchen is clean, and there’s a candle burning on the coffee table. The traces of you are palpable, and it makes Jungkook uneasy.
I’m starting to believe he’s not coming.
“Joon, change of plans,” Jungkook tamps down the bile going up his throat, “can you watch Nari for a bit when you come by? I need to go meet a friend.”
You’re talking to a cat.
The cat isn’t speaking in a human language—it’s meowing back.
And you seem to understand the litany of meows, because you’re replying back with such fervor and passion. It confuses Jungkook, but then again what hasn’t confused Jungkook in the past two weeks?
Now it is somewhat normal to talk to your pets, although that really applies to old cat ladies. Normal people with animals use that high-pitched “pet voice”, a tone spoken only because of the human’s sheer love for that animal. But he’s pretty sure it’s not your pet. It’s definitely a stray, a black slender feline with the straightest posture he’s ever seen on a cat. You’re sitting idly on a path of grass at the park, pointing in Namjoon’s book as if the cat can read what you’re dictating.
“In Namjoon’s book, I read about a philosophy concept called the Happiness Pump,” you say, hugging your knees together, “it’s the concept of giving happiness to other people at the expense of your own happiness. For example, back in Tandalasia I didn’t mind sewing two-hundred placemats with pearl stitchings for my wedding, or making meals for all the animals in the woods,” you close the book softly, patting it on the grass, “but for some reason, ever since I’ve arrived in this strange place, I’ve felt a willingness to be more. Have you ever felt that way, Yoongi?”
Jungkook watches the both of you from his hiding spot behind a tree, wondering when it would be the best time to interject.
“I mean, it’s always been assumed that me and Jimin would be together, and that was fine. But what if Jimin isn’t enough? I love him but, he doesn’t know long division like Nari does! And—and there’s no college in Tandalasia! I just feel that—no, Yoongi. I’m not saying that Jimin or Tandalasia is filled with, in your words, idiots, but they don’t seem to have the motivation that the people have here.”
The cat’s eyes narrow, and he scratches at his whiskers. He lies flat on his back, as if to say he seldom has motivation as well.
“This city is loud, and rough, and sometimes there are people who have lost their way, but it’s still so beautiful. For example, Jungkook has a wonderful family,” you run a finger over Yoongi’s dark fur, “he works so hard but he always seems so stressed and all I want to do is to help him—naturally that’s the first thing I would want to do! But he’s also so, so,” your face scrunches up, and you look like you have a little bit of a stomach ache, “I can’t explain the feeling, yet. What should I do, Yoongi?”
“It’s not about what you should do,” Jungkook steps out of the tree, tentatively sitting next to you on the grass, “it’s about what I should do.”
You furrow your brows, unable to believe he found you.
“You didn’t go back to Namjoon’s last night,” Jungkook says slowly, pulling his knees together.
“I don’t know why you would care,” you huff, crossing your arms. Yoongi hops up on your lap, glaring defensively at Jungkook, “why are you even here?”
“To apologize.”
“Why apologize for speaking the truth?”
“Because I’m a bitter, sad old man who’s just raining on your parade,” Jungkook forces a little smile, nudging your shoulder, “I shouldn’t judge your relationship based on my relationships. The things I said last night were out of line, and I’m sorry.”
Your face softens, and your hands sink for comfort in Yoongi’s fur. “I forgive you,” you don’t look him in the eye, focusing on getting little leaves between the black fur to soothe the cat’s back itches, “as long as you forgive yourself.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You’re not a bitter, sad old man,” you push Yoongi off your lap, dusting off your skirt and offer a hand to Jungkook, “you’re handsome, successful, and a wonderful parent. Nari and your lover are very lucky to have you.”
Jungkook is constantly surprised by you, and this time is no different. Your grip is firm as he clutches it, and when he towers over you he notices that your hair is a little greasy and in need of a washing. Despite that, you still smell like flowers and fresh rain as you two take the walk back to the apartment.
“Her name is Krystal,” he mutters helpfully, shoving his hands in his pockets.
“What a beautiful name,” you reply.
“Also, I don’t know if she is my lover, as you say,” he puts air quotes around the forbidden word, adding a little shrug as you tilt your head at him, “I mean, it’s been three years but I don’t know. I do love her but—
“But how does she know you love her?” you frown.
“Because… we’ve been together a long time,” Jungkook answers awkwardly, “and time takes effort.”
“But time is irrelevant! Hypothetically, you can fall in love with me right now,” you make a point to bat your eyelashes at him, and he scoffs, shoving you away gently, “and all that time you’ve had with Krystal wouldn’t matter! Isn’t Krystal a girl worth fighting for?”
“First off, she’s a woman. An adult woman who doesn’t want to be swooned like she’s seventeen again.”
“But how does she know that you really really, truly love her?”
“I… don’t know,” Jungkook finally concludes, “you think that’s why I’m unable to move forward in our relationship?”
You’re sparkling, your mood considerably improved at the reconciliation with Jungkook. The sun is setting and you’re absolutely glowing despite the fact that you’re still in yesterday’s dress and your hair is tied away and slightly sweaty. “Oh Jungkook, I’m so happy you asked that. Does Krystal like grand gestures of love?”
“Absolutely not,” Jungkook deadpans, “she fake-vomits at public displays of affection.”
“It’s uh, name brand,” Jungkook shrugs unhelpfully, “it’s a display of wealth.”
“Ah,” you find that little gesture doesn’t matter too much, at least in your heart. “Okay, what’s a date?”
The two of you walk into the lobby of your apartment complex. You run to the elevator first, insisting to Jungkook that you’re a master at using the elevator buttons. You squeal in excitement when it dings open, and you have half a mind to click all the buttons just to see them light up.
“A date is kind of like, a romantic meeting to determine whether you want to be together long-term,” Jungkook says slowly, sneakers slapping in the empty hallway for Namjoon’s floor, “the activities vary depending on how far you’re in the relationship, but usually it starts with dinner and wine, maybe a movie.”
“Ah, and the end result is marriage?”
“Yes, uh—sometimes?” Jungkook questions, “depends how serious you are about the relationship.”
“Well, what’s the immediate result then?”
“Another date, sometimes—sex,” Jungkook’s face falls at the door to Namjoon’s apartment, noting the classy black paisley sock hanging off the doorknob. “That fucker,” he mutters under his breath, grabbing your shoulders and moving you back to the direction of the elevator. “You can’t stay over tonight, Namjoon’s got a friend over.”
“Oh, a friend! I would love to meet one of Namjoon’s friends!” you swivel your shoulders back into the direction of the door, and Jungkook has to tug your waist back to stop you from moving forward.
“It’s a special friend, Princess.”
“A dating friend? Oh, so they’ve been on dates and they’re about to now have—”
“Let’s go.”
The two of you wind down the long hallway, back into the elevator so you can go to Jungkook’s apartment. Jungkook’s tugging on the collar of his sweatshirt, trying to avoid the question marks going off in your brain.
“Jungkook,” you murmur between the terrible elevator music.
“Whatever you’re going to ask, please don’t ask.”
“You know I’m going to ask what sex is?”
Ah, Jungkook feels a headache coming along. “Well, you’ve been asking an awful lot of questions.”
“I’ll take a break for now,” you frown, “but just so you know, I’ll ask again.”
He chuckles, letting you exit the elevator first. When they enter Jungkook’s apartment, Nari sits in front of the television, belly out as she comically eats a slice of pizza off her lap. Her eyes widen at the sight of you, and she quickly wipes the crumbs off her lavender pajamas to say hi to you.
You don’t hesitate to pick her up in her arms, looking unbothered carrying the weight of an 8-year-old. Jungkook pats her head, “Nari-bun, when did Uncle Joon leave?”
“One episode ago?” Nari hums, head craning to where her television show is playing, “it’s okay though, he has access to the camera and the baby monitor—which I told you I don’t need anymore.”
He swallows his sigh, looking longingly at the baby monitor that lay on the nightstand. It’s an older model, but it connects to his phone and does the trick.
“Right,” Jungkook doesn’t have the heart to tell Nari he is saving the monitor in hopes of a second child, because honestly he doesn’t know what’s going to happen with his future with Krystal. Of course, Nari will always be his baby girl, but at one point he hoped for at least a second child. “Anyway, can you get some clothes from my clean hamper? She needs to take a shower.”
“You still smell good,” Nari whispers into your ear before you put her down, and you can’t help but giggle as she leads you to the bathroom.
After your shower, Nari introduces you to the joy that’s pizza. Doughy, yet crunchy goodness. The cheese on top and the greasy sensation is something so strange to you, but you can’t stop eating it! Especially with the wine cutting through the grease, it just makes everything go down smoother.
“Wanna know something strange about my daddy?” Nari asks, curling a tiny finger to pull you closer, “he drinks his alphabet soup. Alphabetically.”
You can’t help but snort at the foot of Nari’s bed, placing your now empty plate and glass on her nightstand. For some reason, Nari doesn’t want a bedtime story tonight, and instead is sharing multiple facts about Jungkook. You don’t know why she’s trying to give you the whole spiel about her father, but you think the stories are quite adorable. In particular, you want to hear more about the time Jungkook participated in a pizza pie contest just to make Nari smile.
It makes you think about the family you want to start one day with Jimin. Nari’s a beautiful kid, and Jungkook has raised her well. It’s almost like looking at his spitting image, from the onyx black hair to the bright, curious almond eyes.
“Princess?” Jungkook knocks on Nari’s door, “I put pillows and sheets on the couch, you must be sleepy.”
“Okay, good night Nari,” you pull her comforter up to her chin, and you melt when she snuggles further into her koala stuffed-animal.
“What were you two giggling about?” Jungkook asks as you shut the door behind you.
“Ah, the pizza contest,” Jungkook scrunches his nose at that, and you fight the strange urge to put your finger on that scrunch and iron it out, “and your process to drink alphabet soup.”
You two talk a little more, Jungkook leans casually on the coffee table while you sit on the couch. It gives you an ample view of Jungkook’s chest, peeking out of his fluffy burgundy bathrobe. You try to stray away from the strange thoughts that invade your mind. The skin beneath the furry robe looks smooth and tanned, and while you don’t know much about workout regimens you have a feeling that Jungkook’s is very good from the way his pectoral muscles spread across his robe. It’s then you start to feel warm, a little too warm in Jungkook’s spare pajamas, swallowed by the simple navy sweatshirt. Not the kind of warmth you get from a hot summer day, but a burning sensation, one that swells under your belly and makes you question what more you could desire from life—
“Ah,” Jungkook says, “you’re curious about my tattoos?”
His what? Whatever he’s referring to is a wonderful excuse, so you tack on a smile and nod, “Yes! What are those?”
You feel yourself perspire a bit when he moves his robe slightly, revealing something that warms you in a different way. You inhale deeply at the sight.
“You… look like you’re about to cry,” Jungkook winces, watching the way your eyes glass over the black ink.
“I—I’m sorry. It’s just so beautiful,” you drink in the deep ink embedded in his collarbone, a very sweet notation of a cursive I love you in Nari’s best handwriting. It must be recent because the handwriting matches Nari’s current writing perfectly, and maybe a tad neater because she knew it was going on her daddy’s skin. “How do I get one?”
Jungkook chuckles, “You don’t just get one. You have to put a lot of thought in it, and it can be painful.”
“I think if my tattoo is as beautiful as yours, it’ll be worth the pain.”
The room is frozen, at least you think it is. Maybe it’s only you who feels the fluttery, heart-racing feelings, since Jungkook is a divorce lawyer and apparently has a hard time accepting his emotions. You feel your hand act on it’s own, fingers lifting to trace the pattern across his collarbone.
Jungkook’s breath is coming out heavy, for whatever reason. You ignore it however, intoxicated at the smooth planes of ink, dipping down to his chest. Your fingers linger across the soft, tanned skin, the warm feeling in your body returning. The lower you go, the more that feeling increases. You’re about to go lower, and float your fingers near the center of where his cleavage starts, when Jungkook grabs your wrist.
“Princess,” he says softly, “you can’t do that.”
He’s so tall, and you have to crane your neck to look up at him. You pride yourself at being empathetic, able to read other’s emotions in a snap. However, you’re perturbed to the wall over his visage, and you have a feeling he’s hiding something.
His mouth opens to say something else, but the words are knocked right out when the door slams closed. You squeal, and your first instinct is to pull Jungkook closer to you, hiding your body between his.
“Oh, shit,” Jungkook mutters, turning his head and pushing you away, “Krystal.”
Hand hovering over your mouth in shock, you get on your tippy toes to peek over his shoulder. The woman at the front door is stunning. She’s sleek, nothing like the fluffy, warm comfort that Tandalasia brings. Her hair is pin straight, complementing the dark makeup that paints her eyes and the shiny black pants hug her figure. Mature, sophisticated, and nothing like you.
“That’s your lover,” you exhale, feeling a pit in your chest.
“Hello there,” Krystal drawls, fingers twiddling in an unfriendly wave, “that’s me. His lover.”
“Namjoon,” you say firmly, unable to touch your french toast, “I think I’m ill.”
Last night was a rush. Jungkook said that you needed to go back to Namjoon’s, citing that his special friend must have left by now. You’re pushed out the door, feeling like a stranger all over again as you’re forced to make the trek downstairs in thin pajamas and an ache in your chest.
You couldn’t even say a proper hello to Krystal. In fact, this worries you even more. Despite the fact that Jungkook ushered you out of his apartment like an unwanted bug, normally you would find your way to at least extend pleasantries to a person, especially to Jungkook’s lover. This awful, green feeling bubbles in your body by morning. You barely get out of bed early enough to cook Namjoon breakfast. You can’t even find it in you to change out of your clothes and into a fresh dress,
Namjoon finally peels away from his electronic device he calls an iPad, powdered sugar dusting his plump cheeks.
“What do you mean you’re ill?” Namjoon doesn’t seem to see it, tilting his head to the side.
“I’m not myself, my schedule is completely muddled. First off, I woke up late and almost didn’t have time to cook breakfast. I feel lead-heavy and I didn’t even bother to put on a clean dress and the french toast is subpar—”
“Whoa, whoa,” Namjoon gestures to his empty plate, the only thing sitting on the china plate being a lone blueberry, “your french toast is impeccable. And there’s nothing wrong with waking up a little late and not wanting to put your best foot forward. We all have those days,” Namjoon folds his hands together, resting them on his chin, “I’m not a doctor, but why don’t you explain your symptoms and I’ll verify if you’re actually sick or not.”
“Okay,” you frown at your plate, staring at the untouched brioche bread and butter pad, “well, it started last night. Jungkook was showing me his tattoo on his chest and I don’t know. I felt so… hot,” you shake your head, fisting Jungkook’s long top on your body, “not feverishly hot. But I felt it down, in my stomach. Like a weird, aching—”
“I’m gonna stop you right there,” Namjoon holds up a hand, and it looks like he’s doing an impersonation of someone but don’t catch the inside joke, “I really don’t wanna hear about how horny you are for Jungkook.”
“What?” you feel weak, unable to break apart Namjoon’s expression, “I don’t know what that means.”
“It’s fascinating, really,” Namjoon sounds like he’s talking to himself, taking a sip of his coffee and looking at you intently through his horn-rimmed glasses, “you’re not crazy. I’ve lived with you long enough to know that. And yet, there’s so little you know about this world. It’s like you’re, I don’t know, Rapunzel or something.”
“I’ve met Rapunzel, Namjoon,” you deadpan, dissatisfied with his vague conclusions, “I’m definitely not her.”
“Right,” Namjoon gets up and puts his plate on the sink. He leaves you at the counter, leaving you to mull over knowing just as little as you did when you asked him for help. Over his shoulder, he spares you a look that again, you can’t read, “I suggest that you take a long, hot bath. I have some bath bombs in the cabinet. I recommend the pink one. I think that will cure a bit of your sickness.”
As soon as Namjoon leaves for work, you take Namjoon’s advice very seriously. A hot bath will do wonders, especially Namjoon’s. You love the washrooms in this city. You love how they’re inside, and leave you to complete and utter privacy. No nosy mice or bird can disrupt your cleaning process, and the magic box perched above the showerhead plays whatever song you want.
“Alexa, please play Mixtape #3.”
“Sure, Princess.”
“Thank you, Alexa.”
“You bet!”
Alexa is a lovely companion. She comes and goes, and Namjoon says that she can answer a vast number of questions. Today, you choose to just let her play music, the playlist that Namjoon made for you because he claimed you’re missing out on a litany of musical genres. As soft, dulcet sounds play in the background you prepare your hot bath.
You do as Namjoon says, and retrieve the round soap Namjoon calls a bath bomb. As soon as the water gets to a comfortable heat, you strip and let yourself take a dip. As soon as the bath bomb touches the water, you smile at the soothing scent of jasmine. The soap fizzes and bubbles, creating a luxurious experience that has your muscles softening and your skin melting.
After a couple of songs, you decide to ask the question you’ve been dying to ask all day.
“Alexa, what does horny mean?”
Lately, you’ve been starting to feel a little silly. Not just silly, but almost stupid. It pains you to say this to yourself, because you never ever thought of yourself as that. In Tandalasia, everything is so simple and straightforward. Here however, this city has twists and turns and double meanings.
You think about Krystal the other night, and how she looked like she had the world in the palm of her hand. Even though she was doing something as minimal as visiting her lover late in the night, she seemed vast with knowledge and maturity.
“Horny is an adjective. It is informal term defined as the feeling or arousing of sexual excitement.”
The midtoned pitch of Alexa’s voice does nothing to placate you, however. Sex is the subject that’s been toeing around your mind since yesterday. Jungkook and Namjoon don’t tell you straight away, as if you should already know. It upsets you.
Not wanting to waste the bath and the luscious soap, you decide to think a little harder and try to think about where your sickness came from. The heat, when did the heat first start?
You think the heat bursted in increments. From simple things, for example when Namjoon hugged you for the first time. His body made you feel warm and protected, and you felt that heat flicker in your belly.
Yet that heat in your body was definitely more intense around Jungkook, especially last night. Something about the way he presented himself triggered it. Was it the ink? No, you didn’t even notice it until he pointed it out.
Closing your eyes, you focus on the image. His hair, dark and curled at the ends. Undried, so it’s dripping with water fresh from the shower. The image of him from last night, with his robe on and his tattoo barely peeking from the soft fabric.
With a sudden itch, your fingers reach curiously for the ache. You brush against your breasts, feeling the heat spike but you continue further south, until you’re cupping your sex, curiously poking and proding at the bud.
It’s then your middle finger presses with intention, and you let out an involuntary moan. It’s foriegn to your ears, especially in this setting. Normally you’d be pleasured by the fact that you’ve mastered a new dish, then you’d moan in pleasure of how good the food is. This is a different kind of pleasure however, and you’re hungry for something else.
“Oh, this feels quite nice,” you murmur to yourself.
Eventually the water drains, yet you don’t stop rolling your fingers between the bundle of nerves, soothing the ache. You’re huffing and puffing, and when the water finally drains you take note of how erotic the image is: your bare body squirming against the marble tub, your hips arching into your touch like a magnet.
And it’s the thought of Jeon Jungkook that took you over the edge.
When you feel the pressure release and you slack against the tub, you lift your fingers to your face. You grow hot in your cheeks, watching with wonder as you take note of your fingers, coated in a thin essence produced from your slit. Licking your lips, you immediately turn on the faucet to let the slick fall into the drain.
“Alexa, call Namjoon!”
Getting out of the tub is wobbly at first, you feel like a baby deer as your toes reach for the grippy mat. When Namjoon finally answers he asks if you slipped in the tub again.
“No,” you scoff, wiping the mirror down with your towel, “but I just wanted to tell you I feel miles better.”
“That’s great,” Namjoon’s voice husks on the line, and you hum in agreement. “Did you figure out what was wrong?”
“Lovesick,” you taste the word on your tongue, “it must be because I’ve been apart from Jimin for so long.” You miss the way Namjoon’s brows furrow at the reply, focusing on drying your hair and putting on your robe, “thank you Namjoon. I will see you at dinner.”
You do the routine Namjoon instructs you to do whenever he’s having an off day. You play mindless television, the magic screen that clicks to a bevy of shows to get you lost in a story. You keep yourself in Namjoon’s bathrobe, feeling freer without a cinched waist and layers of tulle. Finally, Oreos. The chocolate and cream cookie that Namjoon swears by.
For some reason, the romance dramas that Namjoon recommended don’t hold your attention as they initially did a month ago. The characters are fun and compelling, but the way they run circles around each other is absurd.
You let the sappy poetics play in the background while you read off Namjoon’s large anatomy textbooks. Even though he’s not a doctor by any means, Namjoon said he kept his favorite university textbooks for sentimental reasons. You wonder what university would be like for you. When Namjoon explained it in detail, you can’t imagine finding such a large facility for both men and women alike to advance their education.
Yet, it sounds absolutely brilliant.
Pouring over the sections of male and female pleasure, the science of it fascinates you. You suppose they’re all symptoms of love sickness, the way your body stimulates and among… other things.
“Huh, so babies don’t come from storks?” you chuckle to yourself, fingers rubbing against the soft yellowed page. “A fool I was.”
You’re halfway through the sleeve of Oreos when the doorbell rings. Wiping the crumbs off your lap you scurry to the door, reaching on your tiptoes to view through the peephole. You can’t help but frown, seeing Jeon Jungkook standing at the door like a lost puppy more so than the hard-headed lawyer he always portrays. Composing yourself, you open the door and tack on a smile.
“Good morning Jungkook,” you say, letting him in, “did you not follow Namjoon to work?”
“No, I took a day off.” Jungkook scratches the back of his head, avoiding your gaze.
“Oh, I have something for you!” you pad across the kitchen table, grabbing the manila folder you borrowed from Namjoon’s study. You place it into his palm, despite his confusion. “It is a case!”
“A case,” Jungkook says slowly, opening its contents.
“Yes, my case on how you should tell Krystal how much you love her,” you say proudly, puffing up your chest.
Jungkook huffs exasperatedly, finally relaxing his shoulders and throwing you a smirk, “That isn’t what a case is, Princess.”
“Well! At least have a look! I couldn’t sleep last night, so I spent all night handwriting recipes and detailing your perfect evening. It was a shame I couldn’t ask Krystal more about her interests last night, she seems like a lovely girl,” you talk yourself off, shooting round after round of gab that has you reeling in your own head, “a very beautiful woman, I correct. She’s a great match, I can feel it.”
“Thanks,” Jungkook replies shortly, looking at the folder as if he’s unsure about it’s contents. “Actually, that’s wh
Pairings: Soccer Player! Jungkook X Sports Trainer! Reader
Word Count: 2k
Other BTS members all make a cameo as well because I’m an OT7 Trash!
You work as a sports trainer, providing basic first aid and injury management for the Hanguk University’s soccer team. Going with your mundane life of caring for the dozen of guys hurting themselves in the soccer game takes a turn when one of the guys catches your eyes. It’s not his breathtakingly good looks or his muscular athletic body usually seducing girls at the campus that catches your eyes. But the action plan in your kit, indicating he is diagnosed with Asthma is what draws your eyes time and time again to the Golden Boy of Hanguk University.
Warning: Slow burn, eventual smut, Taehyung being a freaking tease the whole time, Also Jimin not letting the female MC live for one day, Fuckboy!Jungkook, Asthmatic! Jungkook , mentions of episodes of Asthma, Take your Ventolin kids, Take your medications kids!
You shift under the heavy weight that is pressing on you, looking down on your body to find a bare thigh wrapped around your torso. You furrow your eyebrows looking back at the person who’s sleeping abnormally close to you, realizing its Jungkook spooning you.
“Shit!” you immediately jolt up from the bed, throwing the guy’s leg over and watching as he groans in his sleep “SHIT SHIT!” you scramble to grab your clothes, the guy still sound sleep.
Your horror only heightens as you grab your phone and realize its already 9 In the morning and your 15 minutes nap have turned to a whole night of sleep in Jungkook’s bed.
You guide your panties over your thighs before searching for your jeans somewhere in the room, each item of clothing settling around your bare body as you run around like a mad woman. You sigh as you fix your shirt around your chest, watching the guy sleeping soundlessly on his bed, still in dreamland.
You grab your bag and throw it around you shoulder as you turn the doorknob, looking back to check and ensure the guy is sleeping as you quietly leave the room and close the door behind you.
“Hey sugar!”
“HOLY SHIT!” you shriek as you jump on your spot, as you turn around and see Taehyung standing in his shorts and bare chest munching on his toast “You scared me!” you state in a quiet tone
“Did you sleep over?” He wiggles his eyebrows as he stuffs your mouth with another toast he has in the other hand
“Tae, I will personally tape your knees to your dick if you tell anyone about this!” you warn in a quiet tone as you chew the strawberry jam toast
“Your secret is safe with me sugar,” he chuckles as he ruffles your hair “Jeon will pay my confidential fees, so don’t worry.”
“I left you fuel money in the dashboard,” you sigh as you continue to walk down to the hallway “Thanks for last night.” You add quietly as you try to put your shoes on
“You didn’t have to Sugar,” he chuckles as he follows you to the door “Your walk of shame covered it all,” he smirsk in a teasing tone and you throw a glare at him “So how was it last night?”
“Shut up,” you push the guy out of your personal space “See you later!” you turn on your heels and leave the guy behind, cheeks flushing in embarrassment as you decide to erase the night’s memories from your mind.
-
You watch as the guy squirts an abnormal amount of maple syrup on his cream covered pancake, chuckling as his almond eyes meets your judgemental look.
“I like my pancake like I like my girls,” he leans closer before murmuring “messy and sloppy!” he winks, laughing out loud as you roll your eyes
“That was one way to ruin pancake for me,” you immediately throw your knife and fork on the table, “I cant believe you claimed your brunch right away.”
“Angel, there is no guarantee for tomorrow,” he shrugs as he stuffs his face with some of his messy mix of pancake and cream “Who knows which one of those Hanguk’s ghouls will claim you next?”
You immediately tense at the guy’s words, remembering you just fucked one Hanguk’s ghouls last night against your best friend and literally everyone’s advice.
“Well we’re even with this,” you say in a quiet tone “we’re leaving last night behind right?”
“Which part exactly?” he asks with a naughty grin “The part where I caught you and Jeon in the same room,” he hesitates as he looks at your cheeks flushing, hand reaching to hold your chin up to ensure you look him in the eye “Or the little hickey he left on your neck last night?”
“SHIT!” you wince as you quickly cover you neck, realizing you completely forgot about the guy’s teeth marks on your neck “I-It’s a rash!”
“Yeah I know,” he chuckles teasingly as he watches you quickly search in your bag for your concealer before turning your front camera and checking your neck “I only noticed it because I’ve given it to a lot of girl before,” he says with a knowing smile “its not too obvious to a unprofessional eye.”
“Good for you to have such professional eyes,” You glare at the guy as you tap your concealer on your neck before checking it on your phone screen
“So, can I claim another brunch?” he asks with a teasing smile “Because just this is not gonna cut it for all the mess you made last night babe.”
“I wanna sue you for blackmailing, Park” you sigh in defeat “fine, you can claim another meal of your choice if that means all of this stays between us.”
“Does the choice of meal include your pussy?” He whispers with a wink
“Park, don’t push you luck!” you warn, rolling your eyes
“How about a breakfast in bed,” he asks with a smirk “Where you sit on my face as soon as I wake up?”
“Of course,” You raise the knife and flash him a sarcastic smile “but it comes with a complimentary bloody merry,” you blink hysterically as you stab your pancake with your knife “after I chop your dick off.”
“Jesus,” he laughs out loud, head falling back “It’s never a dull day with you Angel!”
“I’m glad you’re enjoying this, Park!” you continue to cut your pancake with rage when you hear the familiar nickname echo in the restaurant.
“SUGAR!” your eyes snap to the source of the voice, watching Taehyung entering the café and your heart starts beating, panic rushing through your face as you watch Jungkook walking closely behind him “You’re here- “
“Hey TaeTae!” Jimin waves from across you instead “Hey Jeon!” he chuckles in victory as he finally sees the guy
The knife in your hand immediately falls off your hand as you meet Jungkook’s eyes, his doe eyes staring darkly at you, and you feel your blood rushing to your cheeks.
“H-Hey,” you say weakly, averting you gaze from Jungkook to Taehyung “W-what are you doing here?”
“I guess this place is pretty popular,” Taehyung ignores you as he stares right at Jimin “the talks must have reached SNU about this place huh?”
“Not really,” Jimin grins, licking the syrup off his thumb “I was invited,” he smiles watching Jungkook’s face fall “Angel invited me for brunch.”
“Right,” you nod, internally cursing yourself for choosing the most famous brunch café on Hanguk campus “I did!”
“You must be very hungry,” Jungkook speaks up this time, surprising both you and Jimin a he tilts his head cockily “Must have had an intense night huh!” he points out with a knowing smirk
“Y-Yeah, I guess!” you gulp, cheeks flushing as you wish the ground would open and swallow her whole
“Same here,” he chuckles darkly bringing his gaze to Jimin as he pushes his hands in his pocket “I gotta recharge from the intense night I had last night.” He smirks in victory, as he watched Jimin’s smirk fade on his lips
“Must have been a hell of a night,” Jimin raises an eyebrow suspiciously as he looks between him and you before adding “should we order some fruit salad Angel?”
“What-“ you furrow your eyebrows, finding the guy’s question slightly random
“I’m craving pineapples and cranberries,” Jimin murmurs, eyes still fixed on Jungkook and your face falls as you realize where the guy was going with his question
You’re too scared to look at Jungkook but you decide to spare him a glance as he finally speaks up after a long pause.
“Enjoy your fruit salad!” he spits in a sarcastic tone, tongue darting to the corner of his cheek as he turns around and leaves the café, Taehyung calling his name and following after him.
“What the fuck Park?” you ask as you bring your angry eyes to the guy sitting across you
“I know you may have heard this a lot,” He says in a stern tone that catches you off guard “but he doesn’t deserve you angel,” he sighs, eyes shifting in a concerned manner
You stare back at the guy, lips parting to respond but nothing leaving your lips as you realize the words are exactly the reality check you needed at that moment. You lower your gaze, hand reaching for your knife to continue cutting your pancake.
“We’re having the next meal in SNU.” you state making the guy against you laugh quietly, easing the tension between you as you both continue to eat.
-
It’s another night at the training and you’re back at your usual routine, doing a few straps and massages before the game and sorting out the minor injuries from the previous game.
You’ve seen Jungkook entering the training room earlier but decided to play along as he just walked past you without saying anything. Something deep inside you slightly sank at the thought of your short-lived moment with the guy from the night before now being only a long-forgotten memory.
“Hey guys,” Hoseok yells from the changing room, bringing all the attentions to himself “Get together in the seminar room before the training, we have a meeting.”
You furrow your eyebrows at the announcement, trying to search your memory associated with the said meeting. If there is a medical meeting with Dr Kim, the young doctor never fails to notify you in advance, making sure you have time to participate as well.
“Can we just skip it Cap?” Taehyung yells from the other side of the locker room “We’re already pushed for time for the training.”
“No KimTae,” Hoseok shakes his head “Get yourself to the seminar room as soon as possible.” He yells and the guys respond yes in union
You quickly finish up the few straps you’re left with and clean up your treatment desk, making your way to the seminar room. Most of the guys are already settled there and talking amongst themselves, so you just look for a chair at the back but hear Tae calling for you.
“Here Sugar,” he waves and taps the empty chair beside him which happens to be between him and Jungkook
“T-Thanks,” you nod, secretly hating the guy for being overly helpful as you settle beside him and Jungkook, bringing your eyes to the latter “Hey, Jeon!” you say, trying to sound neutral
“Hey!” he nods with an hollow tone and you decide his dry tone is enough to end the conversation
“Did you know about this Sugar?” Taeyung taps your shoulder and you bring your gaze to him
“about what?” you ask in a lost tone
“Yoongi Hyung,” he raises an eyebrow, pointing at the front of the room “He’s here for the meeting.”
Your eyes widen, snapping towards where the guy is pointing at, watching the guy talking casually with Hoseok and Dr Kim. The rush of emotions starts to overwhelm your brain, the last time you saw him, and the memories associated with him all carving a fresh wound in your heart.
“Shall we start?” He speaks up in his usual quiet but stern tone “You guys must be dying to get back on the field!” he chuckles, eyes curling as he looks around the room
Please don’t see me, please don’t see me, you pray silently as you try to make yourself shorter than everyone else, but not surprisingly the Hanguk’s former captain spots you right away as he glances at the row you’re sitting in and flashes you a knowing smile.
“As you know I’ve started playing for nationals last year,” he explains as he grabs a bunch of brochures and passes them to the front row “They gave me the privilege to come and scout a couple of you for next year,” he explains with a proud smile “If anyone is interested, you can speak to me or Hosoeok and I will keep my eyes on you in the finals.”
You lower your gaze, clenching your fist to control your shaking hand as you go through all seven stages of grief. How could he just stand there, look so handsome as always and act so non-chalant, smiling so brightly into your face when he knows what he’s done before leaving broke you into pieces.
You shut your eyes closed, gathering all the strength in your body to your feet and finally standing up to rush out of the room.
“W-Where are you going?” Jungkook asks, holding your wrist as he looks at you with worried eyes
“I-I forgot something!” you mutter the petty excuse weakly before rushing out of the seminar room and back to your work desk.
The rush of tears rolls down your eyes as soon as you’re back in that room and you press your palm to silent yourself. You don’t want the whole Hanguk’s soccer club knowing you’re still not over the fact that their former captain cheated on you.
“Hey,” you gasp as you hear the familiar voice and before you can react you feel a firm grip around your arm, pulling you around “Are you okay-“ the guy’s words dry on his lips as soon as he sees your tears “What the fuck? What happened?” Jungkook asks in a rushed tone, trying to meet your gaze for an answer
“N-Nothing,” you respond, averting your gaze and quickly wiping your tears “Its an allergy.”
“Don’t lie,” he scolds as he steps closer and stop the harsh touch of your hand on your eyes, replacing it with his slender fingers to wipe your tears “Sshhh,” he murmurs wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to his chest “You don’t need to tell me,”He whispers as he strokes your back soothingly.
“J-Jeon,” you resist, pushing against his chest to distance yourself “Someone might see- “
“I don’t care,” he wraps his other arms around you, holding you still “It’s okay if you want to cry, just cry.” The soft soothing words, along with the soft touch of his hand behind your back is enough to melt you in his embrace and cry your heart out against his chest.
Hello, wonderful people. So I’m finally here after a pretty long time, what more can I say, I’ve been so busy with my academics and all. It sucks to be a high schooler. So basically after seeing BTS updating their MBTI types, I thought maybe I should take the test again and IT TURNS OUT TO ISFP-T!!! AND AM I NOT SURPRISED TO SEE THE SIMILARITIES? I would suggest y'all to take the MBTI TEST on truity.com as well. You can message me about your personality types as well, as I would definitely love to get to know y'all better.
NOW getting to the point. I bring you all a fic-recs list featuring none other our golden mak-nae, and my bias wrecker, Jeon Jungkook.
Again, I would like to inform you that none of these wonderful masterpieces involve my underwhelming talent of writing and imagination, they solely belong to their respective owners, who’ve put their everything into these work of fiction to make them so beautiful and memorable. I’m merely an admirer, a fan, a dreamer who loves to indulge in the world of fantasy for an escape from reality. I would highly recommend you all, to go through their master-lists and give them your love and support. Happy reading!!!
WARNING:-
MOST OF THESE ONE-SHOTS WILL BE 18+ (mentions of any mental unrest, mentions of any death, blasphemy, infidelity, mentions of blood, and explicit smut)- MINORS SHOULD STRICTLY NOT INTERACT.
LEGENDS:-
a - angst ; f - fluff ; m - mature ; s - supernatural ; d - drama ; h - humor
↣synopsis: your best friend would give you the world if he could, always sighing to you and staring at you with the most in-love look on his face, he’s devoted to you but you don’t see him the same way till your roommate dares to say something about it, then the way you see him starts to change faster than you thought.
↣pairing: jungkook x reader
↣genre: unrequited love, best friends to lovers au, smut, fluff, angst
↣warnings: unrequited love (for a bit so you won’t suffer that much), slow burn, sad jungkook (sorry in advance), oc is a little bit blind, mentions of sex, smut (spitting), fluff, angst, soft Kook. this one is too long!
↣author’s note: lately jungkook has been bias wrecking the shit out of me which is how this ended up being cooked. if there are any grammar mistakes please let me know- or pretend you didn’t notice jahdjs. and if you’d like, I would love to see your comments on it. also, I stuck at editing so please try to ignore my awful attempt of “covers”. Enjoy!
↣songs:
•we made it - david hugo
•18 - one direction
•hand over hand - roland faunte
•you are in love - taylor swift
•all yours - metric
Tiny drops start to fill the window of the front seat, there he sits waiting for you to come back from picking up your coffees. Was he nervous? Hell yes. Anytime you are near him he can’t hold it together, his mind is all over the place and couldn’t think straight. The car door opened and knew it was you, sitting with that beautiful smile of yours when your eyes meet, and so he grins.
‘‘The next time you’re getting them, I can’t see him anymore like this’‘ you say a tiny annoyed. Not to him obviously, you can’t get mad at him. But to the coffee worker who asked you out a thousand of times to make up his mistake.
‘‘I promise, angel’‘ it rolls out of his mouth so naturally, and you kinda enjoy when he called you like that, never letting him know how excited you get about that pet-name. He held both of your coffees and sat there while you started driving.
Watching you all the way to college, letting the rain be the perfect background music to that intimate moment (for him) you two share, where the silence wasn’t uncomfortable. He prefered silence sometimes, otherwise he felt that any minute he would end up confessing his love to you. And he can’t do that, he can’t risk to lose your friendship.
He crosses his arm through your shoulders to keep you close to him once you are walking through the hallways, everyone watching you and so you roll your eyes. Jungkook has this fame. This fuckboy fame and almost every other girl hates you for thinking that you had something with him which sounds completely stupid to you because if he did then he wouldn’t be fucking around. Not that you care.
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.”
—summary; in which you and Taehyung have to teach Jungkook one of two things about being a creature of the night.
—contents and warnings; smut, horror, dark content, threesome, vampire!taehyung x vampire!reader x vampire!jungkook, ridiculous amounts of blood play, blood as an aphrodisiac (you heard me), mention of death, violence, gore and cannibalism, they drink from each other, dirty talk, switch!jungkook x switch!reader x dom!taehyung, desperate sex, cum eating, dry humping, pet names (baby, doll, love), oral (f and m rec), fingering, breast play, handjob, jk cums in his pants, the stamina only the undead can muster, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, hair pulling, rough sex, praise kink, double vaginal penetration, a little bit of mxm/taekook action (they kiss), unprotected sex, creampie, no aftercare
—words;7,9k
—author’s notes; I want you all to forgive me for all the vampiric poetic licenses I took in the name of smut. There is lore here somewhere, I promise, but it got lost amongst the filth. Regardless, I hope this isn’t too much of a strange comeback, hope you all enjoy it! And happy Halloween!!
The dense, rusty smell of blood curled around the atmosphere in continuous, merciless waves. Across from where you sat, leaning against the wall, the broken windows were covered by pieces of wood, allowing small slices of moonlight to fall through the cracks, painting the dusty ground in silver. The three of you still had two hours before the sun started to come up, but the thrill of the hunt felt as if it would last forever.
After what seemed like years of silence, you were the first one to speak, running one hand down your face, fingertips stopping at your lips. The blood there had dried up, but the friction beneath your skin was welcomed. “I know I say this every year, but I fucking love Halloween,” you sighed, throwing your head back against the wall. You felt as if your body was filled with a million fireworks, excitement bubbling underneath your flesh. “It makes hunting so much easier.”
Taehyung chuckled across from you, his eyes closed and a blissful expression covering his features. “I have to agree,” he said, then opened one eye to look at the other boy. Jungkook had been quiet ever since you three came back to the decrepit, forgotten house you called a home. “What about you, Jeon? How did you like your first official hunt?”
The younger man raised his head, which had been leaning against his arms, and looked at Taehyung. The poor thing seemed to be completely out of it — his fixated black eyes unable to fully understand the world around him. You couldn’t blame him, though: you could still remember what it was like to be newly transformed, what it was like to drink from humans for the very first time. It was that disgust, that horror, mixed and muted by the intense, all-consuming hunger. All you could think about was to feed, feed, feed; to drain people until their last drop regardless of the remaining ounces of empathy still living inside you.
It was the most intense high someone could ever experience, so it was no wonder he had no words left in him.
“Let the kid breathe, Tae,” you decided to speak up once Jungkook didn’t respond. “He’s still trying to wrap his head around it, I bet.”
But Taehyung only smirked, crossing his arms. “How many did you get? Five?” Jungkook didn’t answer. “Probably more, wasn’t it? I remember my first time. Probably killed twenty people before the sun came up and I was still so—“
“Hungry,” Jungkook completed. “I’m still hungry.”
You sighed, giving Taehyung a serious look as if to ask see what you’ve done? “It’s normal to still be hungry, Kookie, it’ll probably take you a few days to feel satisfied again,” you remarked. You thought he was lucky to have been adopted into a group of more experienced vampires so early, now he was receiving the assistance and support that older vampires like you or Taehyung would have only dreamed of. “Do you remember how many people you drank from?”
He pressed his lips together, frowning. Jungkook was a large man, but, when he was sitting down with his legs pressed against his chest, he looked like a lost child. In a way, you realized, he was. “I think… I think I drank like… seven people,” he said. “And only two of them actually died.”
You shared a worried gaze with Taehyung. He probably didn’t drink much, then. Not enough for his transformation stage. “It’s understandable why you’re hungry, then,” you said. “Do you wanna go back out?”
It was the older one who answered. “Too dangerous. The hunters are already looking for us,” he said matter-of-factly. “Do we have something in stock?”
There was a worried edge to Taehyung’s voice that you didn’t miss, and your focus navigated back to Jungkook. He looked a lot worse now — body shivering, black hair glued against his forehead and his fangs, sharp and pristine, poked against his bottom lip. He was paper white, blue and purple veins standing out against his sick-looking skin. He was starving, you realized. The amount of blood he consumed wasn’t even close to what a newborn needed to drink.
If you allowed him to stay like that, Jungkook would snap and leave the mansion. And the chances that he would forget about returning before the sun came up (or that he would get hunted down), were considerably high.
“The blood bags are out. Jimin got the last one,” you answered. Jimin was turned a little over a year ago now, but he still got random spikes of ferocious hunger that could be an issue to you all. It was no problem to deal with one newly turned, but none of you were expecting that Jungkook would be coming in anytime soon. “We can check if Yoongi and Namjoon are still in town, maybe they can bring some.”
Taehyung side-eyed Jungkook. “I don’t think there’s enough time for that.”
You had to agree that things were starting to get difficult. Jungkook was shivering like he was about to snap in half, his hands white from holding onto his knees so strongly. It had been centuries ever since you felt hunger like that, but you still remembered how nightmarish it was.
Taehyung was already looking at you when you turned to him, and you saw in his eyes that he was thinking the same thing as you. There was still one thing you two could do.
It was a mystery why older vampires needed much less blood to survive — your personal theory was that, just like human newborns need more energy to go through ridiculous amounts of growth, the first years of a vampire were dedicated to completely shifting the old (alive) metabolism into a new form of existence. One which was much faster at healing, at running; much stronger. And that needed a lot more food. As the centuries went by, that hunger — and also the physiological need for energy — gradually subsided. Now, you could go weeks in the darkness without a drop of blood, and even older vampires, like Taehyung, could go much longer. As long as the required rest was met, of course.
It was the second time this week you and Taehyung fed. You could endure another night of slight hunger if it meant that sharing your hunt for the night would help quench the younger’s thirst.
You sighed. Whatever. Sacrifices were necessary.
With quick, fluid movements, you got up to your feet and walked across the dusty room to where Jungkook was. You crouched down to his level, one delicate hand touching the cold, thin skin of his cheek to ground him.
“Kookie, do you want to drink more blood?” You asked, tone gentle. His eyes snapped up to yours, head shaking in affirmation so quickly that you almost felt bad for him. “Yeah? Wanna bite me?”
He almost choked. “Y-You?”
You smiled tenderly, your other hand pushing your hair away from your neck. Jungkook’s gaze burned on the spot that he would usually bite humans, and he could swear he could hear the blood running underneath your flesh, even if your heart was no longer beating.
“Yeah, I don’t need it as much as you, you can drink a little.” You turned to the other man. “Taehyung can give you some of it too, if you want. But you need to promise to not drink everything, otherwise we’ll be the ones starving.”
Jungkook was paralyzed, staring blankly at you. He seemed uneasy, both trying to understand your proposal and also trying to hold himself back from tearing you to shreds. “Are… you sure?” He asked.
You pouted, leaning in to place a small kiss against his swollen, cold lips. Jungkook looked even more startled then, but some of the life — not literally speaking, of course — seemed to come to him.
“Look at you, baby, you’re so sick. This is just for you to spend the night, okay?” You asked. Jungkook nodded without even thinking about it, hypnotized by the tranquility in your voice. “Tomorrow we’ll hunt again, and you can drink as much as you want.”
“O-Okay,” he agreed, swallowing down hard. His hands were fidgety over his dirt-covered jeans, the result of a small accident earlier. “Where do I… Where do I bite?”
“Wherever you want.” You got up to your feet, and Jungkook had to fight not to look at the space beneath your short dress, the pathway to the heaven between your thighs. He had always thought you were one of the most beautiful creatures he had ever seen, but now you seemed to be even more divine, an angel rescuing him from perdition. His lips still tingled with the press of your lips, cock half-hard inside his pants. He felt like a teenager again, moved by hunger and lust. “Just stop when I tell you to.”
“I’ll try,” he said. Jungkook had no idea if the hole inside his stomach would allow him room for rational thought, even less the command of his own body.
You weren’t worried, though — if push comes to shove, Taehyung was right there to help you.
“Good boy.” You smiled, and Jungkook melted under your praise. “Come on up, now. Don’t be shy.”
No need to tell him twice. Jungkook got up swiftly, but almost lost his balance once the dizziness kicked in. Still, he managed to stay on his feet, barely blinking those huge black dots away from his vision.
“You must be really hungry,” you said empathetically, placing both hands on his broad shoulders to stabilize him. “You poor thing.”
“I’m fine,” Jungkook mumbled, eyes zeroed-in on your neck. He barely heard you say something in return, his senses buzzing with electricity. “I just… I really need it.”
You tilted your head to the side. “All yours.”
Without another moment of hesitation, he decided to strike. Jungkook’s fangs sunk in your blood vessel and he groaned the second that the liquid pumped inside his mouth, eyes fluttering shut in sheer euphoria. It was like the first drop of water after years in the desert, his eager hands firmly holding onto your waist as he sucked on the wounds, pulling you impossibly closer. His movements were strong and ravenous, tongue coming out to lick at the openings every time he stopped to gulp down the blood. It tasted so sweet, so intoxicating, like the finest ambrosia. It was even better than when it came directly from a person, and he didn’t know why.
“Ah! You’re so eager,” you exclaimed, letting out a little giggle when he moaned against your neck, pressing your torso against his. You two looked like lovers in a sensual embrace, and you could feel his cock, hard and aching, poking against your thigh. Poor thing. He was really going through it. “Take it easy, Kookie. There’s plenty for you.”
“I didn’t have this kind of treatment when I was your age, kid. You’re lucky.” Taehyung laughed, taking a step towards the two of you. His eyes were focused on the movement of Jungkook’s mouth against your neck, at the small lines of carmine that dripped down your clavicles, onto the space between your breasts. “How is it?”
Jungkookwhined at the question like he was in pain, his large hands holding onto your flesh even tighter, afraid that you’d get away. “So g-good,” he mumbled.
“Yeah? She tastes good, doesn’t she?” Taehyung asked. His hand came in contact with the back of Jungkook’s head, slender fingers pulling on his hair until his neck was arching backwards. He had tears in his cheeks as he locked eyes with Taehyung, both of desire and of frustration. “Look at the mess you’re making, though. You’re wasting too much blood.”
You chuckled. “He’s still a sloppy drinker, let him be.”
The older man clicked his tongue. “I can see that.” Taehyung pushed Jungkook’s face back against your body, this time showing him the blood that he had missed. It was covering your breasts, soaking down your dress and disappearing beneath the deep red shade of the fabric. “Clean it up. Or you’re not getting any more of it.”
You rolled your eyes — Taehyung always liked the unwanted displays of power. But so be it.
If Jungkook was annoyed, he didn’t let it show. He simply nodded at his order, diving back in. His tongue curled obediently against your skin, licking thick stripes up your chest, each time moving lower and lower until his nose was buried between your tits. Jungkook grunted at the contact, and there was an itchy feeling against your flesh as his sharp canines dragged on your skin, teasing to sink in your body once more.
Jungkook’s hands slid up your waist and stopped right beneath your tits, pushing them together and upwards, against his face. You barely had time to react before those same hands were pintiching the sides of your dress and ripping it in half, the sound of torn fabric echoing like a gunshot in the quiet room.
“Kookie! My dress!” You yelped, more of surprise than anything else.
“I’m s-sorry, I can't—“ he stuttered, allowing for the fabric to fall to the ground as his mouth crashed against your tits once again. You could see that the blood had dripped down your abdomen, slightly painting your panties in red. “It’s so good.”
And good it felt — you were starting to notice it too. There was something so hot about such eagerness, such hunger; about the way Jungkook groped and licked your body with such earth-shattering devotion. You knew he was starving, knew that the hardness in his cock probably came from the heavenly taste of blood as well, but you could also tell that he was enjoying that a little too much to be just that.
Taehyung had noticed it too. “Oh my,” he chuckled, staring down at Jungkook. “I think he’s getting a little sidetracked now, don’t you?”
You smiled, running one hand through the younger’s hair. “Looks like it.”
Tilting your head down, you noticed that Jungkook’s mouth was reaching your hips, and he had practically licked the rest of the blood clean. It was no great mystery figuring out where he would head next.
“Why don’t you lay back, love? Jungkook looks like he’s in an uncomfortable position,” Taehyung commented.
With a hum, you agreed. “Give me a second, Kookie,” you sang. Jungkook protested when you pushed him back, his teary eyes looking up at you like you were made of gold. He sucked on his bottom lip as you moved backwards, sitting down on an old creaky bed that had been left behind in the house. All the colors were dimmed by the passage of time, but your body looked like it was glowing.
“I want more, please,” Jungkook begged, hesitantly crawling in your direction. “It just tastes so good. I’m so hungry.”
You pouted. “I know, baby, I know. But you drank so much already.”
Of course, you were teasing — just trying to get another minute of those cute pleading, desperate eyes of his. Jungkook didn’t disappoint, his hands landing on your knees and pushing them apart. “Please,” he begged. He was lucky he was polite. It was adorable. “Just one more.”
Taehyung clicked his tongue. “You’re being evil.”
“Look who’s talking,” you said playfully, reaching out to caress Jungkook’s cheek. The skin looked much better, you thought, much less thin and transparent. “Just another small bite, Kookie. I know you don’t wanna make me starve.”
“I’ll be careful,” he rushed to say.
You smiled. “Of course.” One of your hands grabbed his, trailing his fingers up until they were dangerously close to your heat, right over your femoral vein. “Right here.”
Jungkook swallowed dry, and you didn’t miss the way his eyes fluttered towards your mound. Your panties had been a clear white before — a color far too innocent for you to wear — but now they had mostly been tainted by the blood, decaying into a shade of red. Taehyung noticed it too.
“Wanna taste her there?” The older man asked. Jungkook mumbled something in return, unconsciously leaning closer to your heat. If he still needed to breathe, you were sure you’d be feeling small waves of air crashing against your skin. “Didn’t hear you.”
“I want it,” he spoke louder now, burying his face against your panties, nose brushing against your clit. Jungkook inhaled deeply, and he felt himself salivating. “She smells so amazing.”
Taehyung smiled, taking a step closer to the bed. You knew him for long enough to notice that he was up to something. “Yeah? Bet she tastes amazing too,” he commented. Now, his eyes fell back on yours. “Can he have a taste of you, love?”
In Taehyung language, it meant: can we take this to the next level?
You’d be silly to deny it.
“Go ahead, Kookie,” you told him, watching as the younger man wasted no time in tearing your panties away from your body. Jungkook didn’t even care about the blood soaking the fabric, you realized. He had new cravings in mind.
To be fair, all carnal needs are enhanced when someone is newly transformed — not only hunger, but need for rest and for sex alike. Jungkook showed it well, his eyes widened and a small trail of drool on the corner of his pouty lips when he dove into your heat. You couldn’t tell which sound was the loudest: your moan or Jungkook’s groan.
“S-Slow down,” you whined, but your request fell on deaf ears. The younger vampire was lapping your soaked folds like his life depended on it, sucking on your clit and licking the slick that gushed out of your entrance. The sounds were lewd, pornographic, overlapping the yelps falling from your lips or the pleasured moans that he let out. “J-Jungkook…” At the mention of his name, two strong hands landed on your thighs, pushing your body down against the old mattress. “I c-can’t, please, just take it easy…”
The older one chuckled. “Oh, to be young again,” Taehyung said sarcastically, crouching down to your level. His deep ruby eyes were stuck on yours, and they still felt like they could read through you after so long. “You were just the same when we found you, doll, don’t act all embarrassed now. I still remember it.”
You pouted. You didn’t want him to hold that against you now, of all times. “It was — ah, fuck — it was t-too long ago.”
Taehyung smiled, sitting down next to you. “Was it now? Time really changes after you’ve been dead for so long.” He hummed, leaning in to place a kiss against your neck, right over Jungkook’s bite. His tongue danced against the dry blood that was still on your skin, a pleasant grunt leaving his chest at the feeling. Another kiss, longer this time, and Taehyung leaned his temple against your shoulder, looking down at the eager boy. “You should’ve seen her, Jungkook. She wanted to ride my cock all the time.” There was something about his deep vibrato that was shooting straight to your core. “Couldn’t even sleep if I didn’t fill her up with my cum first.”
“You’re so d-dramatic, Tae,” you disregarded. Even if it was true. Even if you never fucked so much and so hard as you did when you were reborn into eternal life. You could only imagine what Jungkook was going through now, his fangs barely brushing against your clit as he sucked on it. “F-Fuck, Jungkook, right there.”
“Dramatic? It’s true.” Taehyung smirked devilishly, reaching one hand to push your hair away from your face, and you leaned into his touch. He was always so calm and controlled, almost feline with his movements. After being surrounded by ferocious beasts for so long, you’ve learned to be more cautious about types like him. “You know, I don’t think I ever told you this, but I’m happy you got turned. Something as pretty as you deserves to be immortalized,” Taehyung said, and you could not help the embarrassment you felt at his words. He sighed, looking down at the other man. “Don’t you think so, Jungkook?”
Jungkook nodded, pushing his head back enough so he could utter, “So, so pretty,” against your pussy lips. “Tastes so good too.”
“I know she does. Sweetest little pussy,” he remarked, slender fingers brushing down your arm, only to trail back up and cup one of your breasts instead, squeezing the flesh tightly. His fingertips were tinted by a vague shade of red, and you didn’t know if it was from you or from the hunt. “Such a pretty, pretty girl… so obedient too,” Taehyung trailed off, twisting one nipple between his fingers. You whimpered at the feeling, your orgasm growing exponentially with all that stimuli. “Make her cum, Jungkook.” Taehyung kissed your neck. “There’s nothing better in this world, believe me.”
Like magic, the knot in your stomach tightened and tightened until, with a final lick of Jungkook’s tongue against your sensitive bud, your high hit you like a gust of wind. Taehyung noticed the telltale signs instantly, holding you by the jaw and forcing you into a deep kiss, swallowing your loud moans as his tongue caressed yours.
Jungkook continued to lick your cunt clean until you were overstimulated, shaking and desperately begging for him to stop, to give you a break, and it finally seemed as if he had gained some sort of hold onto reality, because he listened.
What a mess, you thought, examining the mixture of blood and your arousal coating Jungkook’s face. His eyes were deep and blown out, heavy with lust, and you thought it was just a matter of time before he lost his mind.
It was Taehyung who spoke up first, directed at Jungkook. “Fast learner, I see. That’s good.”
You hummed in agreement, bending over so you could cup Jungkook’s cheeks, pulling him into a messy kiss. “Did so well, baby,” you mumbled against his lips. The depthness in his eyes seemed to retreat at your tender words, and his shoulders lost their tension. Such a good boy. So easy to please. “Sit back and let me make you feel good now. Can you do that for me?”
He swallowed dry, suddenly hesitant. Jungkook couldn’t think beyond feed and fuck, and it was an actual physical pain to go beyond that. “I’m— I don’t…”
“Shh, relax,” you cooed, getting up to your feet, and pushing Jungkook up as well. He followed the movement like a trained puppy. “Taehyung will let you drink from him now, okay?”
He was pliant as you turned him around and placed him on the bed, probably convinced by the prospect of blood. “O-Okay.”
Taehyung moved closer to him, pushing one of his sleeves up with agility. He signaled with his head towards his wrist. “I’m not big on the neck thing, if you don’t mind.”
“You don’t have to do that…” Jungkook said, but the ravenousness in his eyes told a different tale — he was trying, he swore he was, but those impulses were bigger, older than him, they spoke much louder than his rational thoughts, silencing his mind.
Jungkook seemed to be stuck in a trance until the abrupt movement of his pants sliding down his toned thighs shook him awake. His eyes snapped towards you, now kneeling in front of him, and then swinged towards the humiliation that he had almost forgotten about.
“Look at him, Tae. He made such a mess already,” you commented, speaking his shame out loud. The inside of Jungkook’s trousers was completely soaked, a mess of precum and cum that covered his (still) hard, leaking cock as well. He had enjoyed your taste way too much, and was unable to stop his own pleasure from spiking as soon as yours did as well. “Came all over himself. He must be so needy.”
Taehyung nodded. “Take care of him, love.”
Jungkook swore he had something else to say, but his mind was wiped clean when he felt your hand curling around his cock. He knew he wasn’t small, however, when he looked down and saw that your hand could barely hold him all the way, he thought he was about to cum on the spot.
“Want me to put it in my mouth?” You asked, doll-like eyes staring up at him. You smiled, and Jungkook could see the outline of your fangs poking your lips. “I promise I won’t bite.”
Jungkook could only nod. “Want it, want it so bad.”
You giggled, pumping his length a few times before your focus flickered back up. “Make sure he doesn’t get too loud, Tae.”
With those ominous last words, you lowered your head and wrapped your mouth around his tip, sucking lightly as your hand pumped his shaft. Jungkook groaned and threw his head back, colliding against Taehyung’s shoulder, and forced himself to keep his eyes open as you licked a trail up and down his cock, stopping to kiss and suck his balls before shoving him back inside your mouth.
“It’s— it’s so good—nngh!” Jungkook struggled to hold himself back, losing his mind in the tight warmness of your mouth. “I can’t believe you are…”
Before he could finish, Taehyung pressed his wrist against his mouth and, without a second of hesitation, Jungkook bit down on it. He couldn’t even understand what had happened for a moment, body possessed by an ancient desire for blood, eyes rolling back in his skull as the motion of your mouth against his length mixed with the delirious, feverish taste of iron on his tongue.
“Mmhpf!” Jungkook moaned desperately against Taehyung’s wrist, buckling his hips upward in search of more, anything else. His cock never felt so sensitive, throbbing and leaking like crazy with the slightest movement of your tongue against his slit. The blood was amplifying his pleasure by tenfold, making his eyes flutter shut as you tried to milk him. “Mmmmh— More, more, please…”
Taehyung had to hold himself back from laughing at his state, drool and blood escaping from the corners of his swollen lips. “Her mouth feels divine, doesn’t it?” He asked, not really expecting an answer. Jungkook only sucked harder, as if the answer was hidden somewhere underneath the skin. “Wait until you feel her cunt. Never gonna wanna stop fucking it.” He sighed. “Tightest, wettest little pussy I’ve ever felt.”
The thought alone made Jungkook’s hips buckle, his tip hitting the back of your throat as he pushed Taehyung’s wrist away from his mouth. You hummed around him, one hand playing with his balls as you continued to suck him dry — no pun intended. “Ah, please, please, please,” he was practically throwing a fit now, eyes closed and a thin line of tears streaming down his face. He must’ve been extremely overwhelmed with all the sensation he was getting — everything was so new, so much, enhanced by his new form. “I’m so close, please let me cum.”
It was Taehyung who answered. “Go ahead, Jungkook. Cum down her throat,” he commanded. “She’s a good girl, she’ll swallow everything.”
And you did, eyes closing as Jungkook finally released down your throat with a strangled groan, much louder than before. You moaned around him as he came, appreciative eyes reading his overwhelmed features until you noticed it was becoming too much for him to handle.
With a final kiss against his tip, you moved away and got up to your feet.
“There we go,” you said, a little triumphant. “Feeling better?”
Of course, you knew the answer before you even got it.
“Want m-more,” Jungkook stuttered.
You frowned, faking confusion. “What? More blood?” He shook his head. “No? What is it?”
Jungkook swallowed dry, resting his head against Taehyung’s shoulder. He looked so small like this, so pliant and submissive. “Wanna… wanna fuck you, please.”
“You just fucked my mouth, baby.”
Jungkook wanted to sob. You were being so mean. “Your p-pussy, please,” he clarified. “I wanna fuck you full of my cum.”
Hell, did the idea seem delectable — and, if everything went smoothly, it would eventually become a reality. Now, however, you were more concerned about your perverse streak. What could you say? You did like it when people cried and begged for you. It was good during feeding, and it was good in the bedroom.
“So sweet, Kookie.” You brushed his sweaty hair away from his face. You’d bet a full blood bag that Jungkook would be blushing out of his mind if he was still human. Pity. “But I think we have a problem. Taehyung hasn’t cum yet, and you’ve done it, what, twice? Don’t be selfish.”
“No, no— I’m… Please,” he cried out. “I’ll do anything, please.”
You sighed. “I think you’re under the impression that I’ll be nice every time you beg.”
Taehyung chuckled at your demeanor. It didn’t fit you to be so cruel — well, not under these circumstances. “Stop torturing him, doll,” he requested. “Jungkook, get up for a second. We’re gonna give you what you want.”
Every time either of you required a little bit of patience from him, Jungkook felt that he was going to break, like a small child throwing a tantrum when he didn’t get his way. Though, the idea of finally diving into your tight, sweet cunt was enough to make him suppress a frustrated groan, getting up to his feet and staring at both of you in expectant, polite silence.
Now, Taehyung thought, the true fun begins.
After a long, dramatic sigh, Taehyung patted his lap, signaling for you to move over. “Get up here, love,” he said, and you did as he requested. With your hands supporting your weight on his shoulders, you climbed on top of him, throwing one leg over his lap as you hovered over his covered cock. Taehyung hummed in satisfaction, one large hand touching your lower back as the other found solace in your upper thigh. “Take my cock out and put it where it belongs.” He placed a kiss right under your jaw, and you shivered. “Be a good girl for me, we have to give Jungkook a good first impression.”
You looked over your shoulder, taking a glimpse at the man in question as you opened Taehyung’s pants. Jungkook looked like he was one second away from completely losing his mind — hands closed into trembling fists, jaw clenching and a deep frown on his face. You knew he was respecting Taehyung out of fear and because of the age hierarchy in question, but you also knew it wouldn’t take much for him to throw all that out of the window and take what he wanted.
That was why you decided not to tease. Just as Taehyung had asked you, you took one hand between your bodies and held his large cock against your slit, sliding against your wetness before slowly sinking down on his girth. It was a delicious stretch, but you were so soaked that you barely felt it.
“That’s it,” Taehyung hissed, seemed not to notice that you were still staring back at Jungkook. “Nice and deep, love.”
Jungkook was salivating at that point, body twitching and fidgeting as he watched you being stretched by the other man’s cock. “You look so pretty,” he didn’t even realize he had spoken out loud. “P-Please, I need it. I need to feel your pussy.”
You ignored his pleas for now, eyes fluttering shut and head turning back to the man beneath you. “So good, Tae,” you moaned, rocking your hips back and forth, a slow and steady pace that was more of teasing than actual fucking. “So big.”
Taehyung grunted, slender finger digging into your plump ass, spreading your cheeks and giving the other a heavenly view of your slick. “Fuck, you have no idea how fucking tight she is,” Taehyung cursed, looking directly at Jungkook. He wanted to laugh at how broken the other man’s mind looked, completely drunk on the sight of your body. “Look, she’s soaking all over me. Such a greedy cunt.”
The other one shuddered. “This is torture.”
Taehyung smirked. “Is it? Feels like heaven to me.” He leaned in to place a kiss against your lips, following the twitching of your facial muscles as he reached a particularly deep spot inside you. Jungkook’s cock was much thicker, but Taehyung was long, and he could fuck you ridiculously well with it. “But you’re making me feel sorry for you. Come over here, Jungkook.”
His eyes almost popped out of their sockets. “W-What?”
“Don’t you want to feel her? Come here.” Taehyung waved him closer.
Jungkook took a couple reluctant steps towards the bed, his focus glued to the sight of your wet pussy wrapping around the other man’s cock.
“There we go. Stop moving for a second, love.” Taehyung tapped your back, and you instantly did as he said — though a shivering, frustrated whimper fell from your lips at the sudden lack of pleasure. “Think you can handle both of us inside?”
If Jungkook’s heart was still beating, it would’ve surely stopped by now. He couldn’t even fanthom the idea of fucking your pussy, even less sharing it with Taehyung at the same time. He had never done it before, and didn’t have any clue how to proceed.
For better or for worse, you didn’t seem as surprised as he was. “Yeah,” you agreed after a second of thought, and looked over your shoulder. You looked even more beautiful, if that was even possible, and Jungkook felt himself growing dizzy for a second. “Come on, Kookie. Don’t you wanna fuck me?”
Well. To hell with it.
Reservations thrown out the window, Jungkook moved towards you with a newfound sense of courage, holding your ass in his hand as he slightly pushed you upwards, until Taehyung’s cock was only halfway inside. Jungkook leaned in so he could find a better angle, the mattress dipping beneath one of his knees as he pressed his toned chest against your back.
“You sure about this?” He asked.
You nodded, biting your lip.
And so he started to move. Jungkook gripped his cock and tried to position it, but had to take a second to recompose himself when his tip slid against your soaked lips, bumping against Taehyung’s shaft. “F-Fuck,” he cursed. He shifted his weight from one side to the other, unsure how to go on. You looked so tiny, there was no way you’d take both of their cocks inside you.
Noticing his hesitation, you decided to soothe him. “Go ahead, baby. I wanna feel you too. I promise I can handle it.”
Fuck, he wanted — needed — to feel you as well. Jungkook simply nodded, trying to give himself a burst of confidence, as he positioned his tip against Taehyung, slowly pressing up towards your entrance. “I don’t know if— oh, shit.” He almost fainted when he managed to push himself inside, just the tip at first, then, slowly, the rest of the way in. It was too tight, he thought, and the little space left inside your pussy was overtaken by Taehyung’s cock, just pushing him further against your walls. He wouldn’t last. “Shit, shit, you’re so— oh, fuck.”
Taehyung hummed, eyes closing as he felt the other man move against him. “There we go, keep pushing in, she can take it,” he egged him on. Jungkook finally bottomed out, earning a soft yelp of pleasure from your lips. Taehyung groaned. “Theeeere we go. Good girl, very good girl.”
You soaked in his praise, supporting your head against his chest. The stretch was fantastic, and you only had to applaud your body for being able to accommodate such huge girths inside you. The perks of the undead, you guessed. “Feel so full,” you moaned out, eyes fluttering shut as the pleasure overtook your senses. You thought that you could cum just like that, just by feeling the two of them inside your pussy. “J-Jungkook, please mov—Ah!”
You couldn’t even finish your sentence before he was making your wish come true, starting with a fast and rough pace which was as unexpected as it was delicious. With a trembling gasp, you collided against Taehyung’s chest, weak hands trying to find support on his shoulders as you felt Jungkook’s cock splitting you open — hitting your insides again and again as his large hands tightened on your hips, making your ass bounce.
“J-Jungkook…” you moaned, delirious. “That’s so amazing.”
Taehyung placed a hand against your cheek, thumb brushing your parted lips. “Is he fucking you well, doll?”
You nodded.
Taehyung clicked his tongue. “Words. You know better than to provoke me.”
“Yes, he’s fucking me so well,” you manage to blurt out, a sentence which leaves you too quickly, too breathlessly, to be passable as normal. “Taehyung, please, I can’t…”
“Ah, ah…! But you told us you could handle it. Told both of us.” He looked beyond your shoulder as if to seek confirmation with Jungkook.
The younger one only groaned, only half aware of your mindless discussion. His eyes were glued to the movement of your ass when he plunged his cock deep inside you — hard, fast, like he wanted to breed you more than he wanted to give you any sort of relief. It was almost animalistic, primal, and it only seemed to grow stronger once his unexpected response came.
“She’s gonna take it,” Jungkook huffed out an affirmation. “I’m gonna make her take it.”
That makes Taehyung’s brows raise, a ghost of a smirk curling on his lips. “Hear that, doll?” He said teasingly. “You’re gonna take it, hm?”
“Y-yes,” you managed, feeling completely boneless. It was so much, but so good. “I’ll t-take it.”
“Good girl,” Taehyung mused, placing a small, tender kiss against your lips. All his careful, controlled movements contrasted against the harsh pace of the younger man, and you wanted to sob at the difference. Before you could do so, however, Taehyung looked at Jungkook and started speaking. “How does she feel? Worth the wait?”
Jungkook threw his head back, eyes closed tightly as he forced himself to focus solely on the feeling of your walls clenching around him. “So fucking good, she f-feels perfect,” he moaned, picking up the pace. You never felt so full before, both of their cocks brushing perfectly against every sweet spot you had, even if Taehyung still wasn’t moving. “Pussy’s sowet.”
“Yeah? Better fuck it right, then,” Taehyung teased and, as if he was following his own advice, began slowly thrusting upwards, intercalating his movements with Jungkook. The feeling made you moan out, unable to understand what you were feeling inside your guts. You could barely think, brain rattling inside your head — and apparently you looked the part, because Taehyung chuckled at your expression. “Look at you, love, so pretty full of cock. Such a good girl for us.”
“T-Tae,” you called for him without intention at first, then you realized what your body had noticed already — that deep pressure in your belly, the tingling pleasure that grew and grew between your legs, expanding throughout your limb. “I feel like I’m gonna cum again,” you concluded.
“Hm, yeah?” Taehyung mused. There was a strained edge to his voice now, a grunt that came from deep within his chest at the continuous movement inside you. “Whenever you want to, love.”
“She’s getting so tight.” Jungkook took a sharp inhale, fingers digging even more into your skin. His pace was brutal, bruising, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You had a fleeting thought that maybe you would’ve been dead already if you were human. “Just dripping all over us.”
It was clear that Jungkook was a goner, but even Taehyung, ever the controlled gentleman, was losing himself in that engulfing pleasure as well. You could see it in his eyes — deep, blown out, shivering with something carnal, aching for more. He found your gaze almost instantly and something seemed to change within his expression — a barely there tic, the faint brush of an idea. He moaned as he launched forward and, without much thinking, reopened the wound that Jungkook had caused earlier, puncturing the newly-healed skin with his razor sharp fangs.
“T-Tae!” you didn’t even know why you called his name, because he wasn’t going to stop anytime soon. Not when the taste of blood intoxicated his tongue, mingling with the deafening pleasure of your sweet cunt around him. He was gone. “Why did you…”
A harsh suck against your neck got you cross-eyed, the previous sentence dying on your lips as you, yourself, sunk deeper into ecstasy, your pussy clamping down around their cocks as you came down hard. The smell of blood was all around now, you could feel it dripping down your chest just as your wetness did between your thighs; brain growing numb as the rigorous movement of both their cocks inside you only made your pleasure last longer.
“Tastes so good, love,” Taehyung’s voice was a deep rumble from somewhere beyond the veil, dragging you back into the moment. He was a picture of pure sin, clear as day and hanging like a threat before you. His lips were swollen, painted by faint strokes of red, and the feverness in his eyes infected you as well. “Here…” He looked down at your lips. “Why don’t you have a taste?”
Your body was pliant as you still recovered from your orgasm, and so you didn’t even flinch when his hand found your jaw, keeping you in place as his tongue moved inside your mouth. The taste of iron exploded in your senses, eyes rolling back as you sunk into that familiar euphoria. You used to do that before when you were younger — feed during sex — and, now, you were asking yourself why you ever dared to stop.
Before you could get too trapped in that feeling, Taehyung pulled back, his dark irises dancing to the man behind you. Now that everything was coming back into focus, you could hear Jungkook’s moans, deep and strangled, as his orgasm loomed dangerously close.
“Want some more blood, Jungkook?” Taehyung’s tongue was deep red when he poked it out, teasing the younger man. He smiled when Jungkook’s eyes widened — half in surprise, half in deep, primal hunger — and said, “Come get it, then.”
In a fast movement, Jungkook’s mouth was clashing against his, unraveling into a deep, needy kiss right over your shoulder. You felt as both of them started to fuck you faster, harder, Taehyung moaning possessively against the other boy’s tongue before, at last, Jungkook broke the kiss with a high-pitched sob.
“Ah! I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum,” Jungkook whined, placing his forehead against your shoulder. He could feel your pussy clenching around him, the head of Taehyung’s cock brushing right past his sensitive spot and it was as if he was going to pass out at any given moment. “Please, please, I wanna cum.”
“Cum inside,” you told him, empty eyes trying to focus on his face. “Fill me up, Kookie, I want it.”
And who was he to deny such a pretty, adorable request?
Jungkook reached his high with another, smaller bite against your skin — not made with the intention of actually feeding, but of allowing some of that pent-up anger to dissipate somewhere else. Your eyes rolled back when you felt his cock throb inside you, shooting thick waves of cum, and it was enough to tear a third orgasm from your exhausted body.
Without much thought, your eyes found Taehyung’s just as his were fluttering shut, his jaw clenching as his own orgasm got the best of him. It would’ve been romantic how close the three of you came if it wasn’t absolutely filthy and, by the time that the two of them pulled off you, the mixed wave of cum that dripped out of you was one of the most pornographic images you had ever seen.
Jungkook stared at it for a moment, slowly coming back into his senses as both his hunger and lust had been taken care of. For a second he was afraid that he might have hurt you, but your lazy, happy smirk was enough to soothe his worries, your head resting against Taehyung’s chest.
The older vampire caressed your back with slow, circle-like movements, holding himself up with another hand. “Satisfied, Jungkook?” Taehyung inquired, a blissful, fucked-out smirk across his face as well. There was a tinge of red on the corner of his mouth, living proof of the chaos that had unraveled in that small room. “We’ve had quite a feast tonight.”
Jungkook cleared his throat, somewhat embarrassed. His reasoning was probably coming back after he crashed from his blood-induced high. “I’m… feeling much better, thank you.” He ran a hand through his hair, looking at you. Everything felt way too casual, too tranquil after such an intense moment. But he didn’t want to make a scene out of it, no matter how awkward he felt. “I wasn’t too rough, was I?”
You chuckled. “I liked it. I don’t break easily, you know?”
Taehyung hummed, running one hand up and down your back. “I can attest to that.” Taehyung smiled, placing a kiss against your shoulder. The bite marks there had vanished already, courtesy of your fast healing powers. “Let’s get you cleaned up, love. Then we all need to rest.”
You nodded, looking at the younger man. “Yes, rest lots, Jungkook,” you warned, an entertained undertone to your voice. “Tomorrow we’ll hunt again.”
The younger one was unable to hold back his smile. Jungkook couldn’t wait.
•••>Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, dirty talk, noona kink (although reader is younger. I promise, it’ll make sense), masturbation (Kook), exhibitionism?, sense of helplessness, Jungkook feels empty and numb, mention/fictitious use of Wicca by Hobi, cursing, instant love, tortured love, oral (f and m receiving), mention of cheating, depression, angst, fluff?
You opened your eyes for the first time in his room. Well, for better words, you simply came to be in his room. You didn’t need to raise your eyelids or blink away unwanted blurriness. Your vision suddenly just… was.
You fixed your permanent stare on his face, watching as he stuck his tongue into his cheek and quirked an eyebrow. At your first experience in the world, you tried to mirror his expression by quirking your own eyebrow, only to discover that you had no other features to manipulate.
I was already preparing myself for the ending coz I don’t think I couldn’t handle the angst but thank goodness, it was a happy one! I really enjoyed this. I can literally feel jungkook’s sadness, makes me want to get inside the story and hold him close .
I hate leaving stories on a bad note haha. As realistic as I want to make my stories, my intention is not to give my readers permanent emotional damage. The temporary damage that can be healed is okay though, because damage can be healed.
•••>Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, dirty talk, noona kink (although reader is younger. I promise, it’ll make sense), masturbation (Kook), exhibitionism?, sense of helplessness, Jungkook feels empty and numb, mention/fictitious use of Wicca by Hobi, cursing, instant love, tortured love, oral (f and m receiving), mention of cheating, depression, angst, fluff?
You opened your eyes for the first time in his room. Well, for better words, you simply came to be in his room. You didn’t need to raise your eyelids or blink away unwanted blurriness. Your vision suddenly just… was.
You fixed your permanent stare on his face, watching as he stuck his tongue into his cheek and quirked an eyebrow. At your first experience in the world, you tried to mirror his expression by quirking your own eyebrow, only to discover that you had no other features to manipulate.
