Jin:

“Y/N,” Jin giggled as you pressed kiss after kiss to his face as you hovered above him, encouraged to keep going by the sound of him laughing from underneath you.

As you pulled away, your eyes landed on the wide smile that was on his face. “Yes?” You innocently smiled, keeping yourself propped up on your elbows as his hands moved around you.

“I told you that I have to go to work, remember?”

Your head shook as you pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose, “work is for losers, stay here with me instead Jin.”

“I’d love to,” he chuckled, “but unfortunately there’s things that I need to go and do at the studio.”

Your head kept shaking in response to him, “you don’t get kissed when you go to the studio, why would you want to go there?”

“It just means that I have something to look forward to when I come home,” he tried to tell you, “you can save up plenty of kisses to give me this evening instead.”

You reluctantly rolled away from Jin, “I can’t believe you’re picking the studio over me.”

“I’ll pick you all evening long tonight.”

Yoongi:

“Stop,” Yoongi laughed as you pushed his cheeks together again, pressing a kiss against his forcibly pouted lips, chuckling away to yourself as the pout muffled his voice.

As soon as your hands came back to your sides, Yoongi’s hands rolled. “I’ve never known someone to enjoy kissing as much as you,” Yoongi smiled as you shyly looked back at him.

“I think it’s your fault for being so kissable.”

His eyebrows knitted in confusion back across to you, “you force me into appearing kissable by squishing my cheeks.”

“You love it really,” you joked, “I’ve never heard you once complain about me kissing you either.”

Yoongi raised his arms in the air, “no person would ever complain about being kissed, they must be out of their minds.”

“I can’t help it that I want to kiss you the most when you’re pouty,” you smirked, pushing his cheeks in again, “I mean look at how adorable you look right now, it’s so cute.”

Yoongi’s eyes rolled as you spoke, “why can’t you just kiss me like a normal person would?”

“That would be too easy, and boring too.”

Hoseok:

“Not this again,” Jimin groaned as he walked into the dressing room to find you and Hobi laid out on the sofa. “Is there ever a second when the two of you aren’t kissing?”

Your head nodded as you moved away slightly from Hobi, “we’re not kissing right now,” you teased, watching on as Jimin’s eyes rolled, unable to look across in your direction.

“I’m just getting my phone and quickly leaving.”

Hobi couldn’t help but scoff as Jimin rushed around the room, “don’t leave on our account,” he joked, but Jimin was gone.

“I think the boys might kill us one day,” you laughed, “you said that they were all busy rehearsing.”

Hobi nodded in reply to you, “I thought that they were, but seeing Jimin’s face then was pretty funny, you can’t lie.”

“I think the boys must think that all the two of us do these days is kiss,” you smirked, moving back towards him again, “I’ve lost count of how many times they’ve interrupted.”

A shrug of the shoulders came from Hobi, “I’m definitely not complaining if that’s what they think.”

“We do other things too, not just kiss.”

Namjoon:

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Namjoon asked as he sat down beside you, noticing your teary eyes as a single tear sat in the corner of your eye, threatening to spill at any moment.”

You smiled weakly back across at Namjoon, not wanting to give him any reason to worry. “Nothing’s wrong, I’m alright,” you told him, only for his head to shake, unable to believe you.

“I can tell that something is going on with you.”

Your head shook as his continued to do the same, “what makes you think that something’s up?” You asked him intriguingly.

“You always kiss me when I come home,” he smiled, “but you haven’t done that to me today.”

An ironic laugh escaped from you, “are my kisses really the way that you tell whether I’m feeling alright or not Joon?”

“You kiss me so often, if you don’t, it’s always a sign that’s something’s up,” he told you, “so, are you going to tell me what’s going on so that I can help you out?”

Your hand came up to wipe underneath your eyes, “are you sure that you’ve got the time?”

“Of course, I want to help however I can.”

Jimin:

“Don’t you ever get bored of kissing me?” Jimin enquired as your hand came underneath his chin and brought his head around so that you could press a kiss against his lips.

Your head shook in reply to him, allowing your smile to grow. “How could someone ever tire of kissing you?” You asked him in reply, “I like kisses anyway, but kissing you is a bonus.”

“I’ve never been kissed so much in my life.”

Your eyebrows raised as he spoke, “I can stop kissing you if you want,” you joked, watching his head shake rapidly in panic.

“I’m never letting you do that,” he promised, “if anything, I think I want for you to kiss me more.”

Your own eyebrows raised in reply to Jimin, “if I had it my way, you’d never get anything done because I’d kiss you all the time.”

“You know, I would quite like that,” Jimin smugly smiled, “if there’s one thing that I could wish for more than anything else in the world, it’s constant kisses from you.”

A soft chuckle came from you, “what would you tell everyone at work when you fail to show?”

“I’d just say that I’ve got a better offer.”

Taehyung:

“You can’t work all night long,” Taehyung whispered across to you as he continued to place kiss after kiss along your jawline, slowly wearing you down into listening to what he had to say.

A sigh came from you as you kept looking at your laptop screen. “You can’t kiss me into stopping work Tae, not when I’ve still got so much that I need to get done for my assignment.”

“Your assignment will still be there tomorrow.”

Your eyes rolled as he kissed you a little bit harder, “why are you doing this to me? You know how much of a weakness all of this is for me.”

“Because I’m looking after you,” he smiled, “making you see that you’re working too hard on this.”

Your head shook as Taehyung began to pull your chair back, still kissing you. “I can’t concentrate when you’re kissing me.”

“Then it looks like my plan is working then,” he whispered into your ear, “come sit on the sofa for a little while? Let me look after you after how hard you’ve worked.”

Your eyes glanced up to look at him, “are you going to keep kissing me if I agree to join you?”

“I promise that I won’t stop for a moment.”

Jungkook:

“You have to let me breathe at some point,” Jungkook laughed as you continued to peck against his lips, refusing to step back for even a second as muffled laughter escaped from him.

You moved your head back, watching on as he let go of a deep breath. “You know you can breathe through your nose, right?” You teased, watching as his eyes rolled back at you.

“I’ve never known someone kiss as much as you.”

The corners of your smile turned up immediately, “who can blame me? Look at how adorable you are, who wouldn’t want to constantly kiss you Kook.”

“That is very understandable,” he joked, “I can definitely see why you find me so irresistible.”

Your hand hit gently against his chest as he stepped forward this time and kissed you. “You’re impossible,” you told him.

“Maybe that’s why you love me so much,” he continued to tease, pulling you back towards him again, “can we go back to what we were doing again now?”

Your head nodded in reply to him, “you’re not going to complain that it’s too much again, are you?”

“No way, I can’t get enough of your kisses.”

—

Masterlist

Jungkook was meant to be just a guilty pleasure. Notyour guilty pleasure, but a guilty pleasure. You knew never to fall in love with a man that thought loyalty was showing up on time. He was everything you never needed, but here you were. Your fingers pressed on the trigger that would start the flame of pain.

>>Pairing: Jeon Jungkook (dom) x fem!reader (sub) | fuckboy!jk x witch!reader

>>Word Count:7.5k

>>Genre: Mini Series / Smut & Angst

>>Warnings/Kinks: Arguments, breast play, creampie, cum play, disloyalty, degrading, exhibitionism, fingering, hair pulling, marking, oral (receiving), praise, unprotected sex, and witchcraft

Jungkook was too beautiful for his own good.

From his pouty lips and sharp jaw line to his starry eyes. The man was perfection.

Even you had fallen for him, a woman that stopped believing in love.

But, all you could do now was remember the times you had together as the fire slowly burns in front of you.

As your love for Jeon Jungkook disappeared into nothingness.

Your fingers typed away at the keyboard, writing the second of three essays you had due. It was nearing the end of the semester and, while you were ecstatic at the mere thought of summer vacation, the stress of exams was looming over you.

“Can you look over this paragraph for me?”, you peeked up over your laptop and nodded, moving your own device out of the way to make room for Namjoon’s. Kim Namjoon was a journalist in the making, a man that knew exactly how to put events into words. He was quite different from you, but study sessions together were always eventful. You were the perfect person to correct his grammar mistakes or to help add detail to his work and he was the perfect person to help explain a certain historical detail you may have missed.

Studying religions was what you had decided was your interest considering your uniquepractice. You enjoyed learning about the beliefs of people centuries ago but the facts could get scrambled in your brain and that’s where Namjoon came in. He almost seemed to have a never ending timeline in his brain.

“I’d add more emphasize on Jungkook. He did beat the record after all”, you quickly realized when you read the paragraph that he was writing for the school paper again. Despite your attempts to persuade the man that he could do much better with his time, he continued to write for it.

“That’s true. Wait, how did you know about that?”, you let out an amicable chuckle. Of course Namjoon would assume you did not know. Just because you despised sports did not mean you were deaf. The whole school had been talking about the student since the track meet. While you couldn’t remember the exact record he beat, it was still a record.

“People talk”, you shrugged and Namjoon nodded. It was peaceful for a moment as you went back to typing, managing to push aside your emerging migraine. Your body was begging for a good nap, but you had to get this done. You were, among less appealing qualities, a hard worker. Perhaps it was due to the pressure put on you as a child or maybe it was because that diploma was just out of reach. Either way, nothing was going to get in the way of your future.

And, like the biggest fuck you from the universe, Jeon Jungkook walks in.

Yet, you hadn’t realized and kept typing until Namjoon cursed loudly, drawing you out of your world.

“Are you okay?”, your voice was soft before your eyes met the issue. Oh, poor clumsy Namjoon.

He had spilt his coffee all over his shirt, staining the freshly new white blouse he had worn. You couldn’t help but laugh as you dug in your bag for a napkin.

“Don’t bother, it’s too much for a napkin. I’ll go to the restroom. Be right back”, you gave him a brief nod and a thumbs up. Still, you got up with your little pack of napkins and tried to clean up the remaining coffee staining into the table. The librarian is sure to kill you both if it does end up staining the wood. Standing back to examine your work, you almost screamed.

Standing by your laptop was a tall figure with the most sinister smirk you’ve ever seen.

Jeon fucking Jungkook spilt your coffee all over your notes and laptop.

Your mouth hung open for a moment before fury overtook the shock. You stomped up to the broadly built man and yes you didn’t believe in violence as a solution but all you wanted to do was slap the smirk right off his gorgeous face.

“Why did you do that?”, you also wanted to yell but the librarian was already eyeing the table and you couldn’t draw attention to the mess.

“Because I like to watch you suffer, sourpuss”,how have you not killed the man in front of you? You had no idea. Because that name infuriatedyou.

You knew it was the student’s way of messing with you, wanting to strike that minuscule nerve inside of you. No one else believed you could get angry but Jungkook knew you could. Mostly because he had caused that anger.

“And why is that? Because Jimin told you another lie about me?”, Jeon Jungkook was so impossibly similar to Park Jimin that it was uncanny who he had learned his traits from. Truth be told, you had the smallest crush on the man in front of you during freshmen year. He was so affectionate, caring, and friendly back then.

But, instead of ending up with the sweet heartthrob, you had ended up with Jimin for that year and the next.

Starting out, he was simply a popular boy and loved you with his whole heart. But, time went by and his true colors shun through like the sunlight through your irritatingly useless blinds. He was a playboy. An awfully good one at that for you to have never noticed the extra pairs of undergarments that laid on his floor when you slept over at his dorm.

He cheated, but he blamed it all on you and even Jeon Jungkook hates your guts because you were sure Jimin had told him exactly what he had told most of your friends. That you had broken his heart with your “horrifying” witchcraft and that you were dangerous. It explained why so many students asked to see your devil shrine the next day or tried to barge into your dorm to look at what Jimin talked about.

The most ironic thing was that you had never used magick around the man and you barely used it to begin with. You supposed it was for good reason considering that happened the first time you told someone about it.

“Jimin doesn’t lie. He’s never lied to me and I’m sure you’re well aware of what you did”, his finger jabbed harshly above your breast, just slightly lower than your collarbone. Among many things, Jungkook was dense and forgetful. You noticed that quickly when you started spotted reminders written on his fingers or palm. Just like the little note saying “library 7pm” was written on the finger jabbing you.

Unless the track star had another reason to be in the library he never visited, he wrote that down just to catch you in time.

“Tell me, Jeon. What did I do?”, you tilted your head and moved away from him, realizing the coffee was now leaking onto the floor. You desperately wished Namjoon would hurry up and get back to help you.

“You broke his heart. Using magick or something”, you bit your lips in annoyance and turned around to face him.

“Or something? Jungkook, I never did anything to Jimin. I know you won’t believe it because you look up to him like some god, but he cheated on me.He broke myheart”, you jabbed back, hitting the same spot he hit you, “and, if you haven’t noticed, Jimin doesn’t seem heartbroken, does he?”. If he dared to say yes you may have to use that horrifying magick Jimin lied about because your ex was anything but heartbroken. He was with a new woman almost every night and, even with this knowledge, they lined up to be with him. Who could deny the charming Park Jimin?

Finally, Jungkook shook his head, his curly black hair bouncing as he did the movement. If he wasn’t such a nuisance, you might’ve wished you could run your fingers through it. It looked so fluffy.

“Then, leave me alone. It’s been yearsof your torment and I’m tired of it”, you sighed and slung your bag over your shoulder after shoving your slightly wet laptop into it, walking out of the library after sending a text to Namjoon that you had felt bad because no one really knew about your fights with Jungkook and Namjoon would surely try to beat his ass if he found out about it.

Leaving the coffee on the table was a bold move but a part of you hoped that the asshole would clean it up. It was hismess after all. Not your’s.

“You’re coming to the track meet, right?”, the voice startled you and you sat up on your bed, making direct eye contact with Kim Taehyung. The only guy with a key to your dorm.

“Tae, I love you but you know I do not do sports”, you grumbled and flopped back onto your bed. Your classes had you beat and the need for a nap was too great to give up. Even if it was for your best friend.

“I know but it would mean so much if you were there”, don’t do it. Don’t do it.

You did it.

You made direct eye contact with those big puppy eyes Taehyung always used to get his way. You had fallen victim once again.

Which was why you had ended up in the cold, shivering as you watched the team run around the track for what felt like an eternity.

Taehyung had done great considering he barely moved before the season but who really stood out was Jungkook. His back muscles were only moments away from ripping through the flimsy shirt he was wearing and sweat was coating his hair. He was aware of how good he looked. He always was. He even was ballsy enough to wink at one of the girls screaming his name in the crowd.

Thankfully, the pleasant bliss that was drinking kept your mind off how irritated you were. You had snuck in a beer to drink (not that everyone else didn’t) and the alcohol loosened you up a bit.

After the meet was over, a sweaty Taehyung was clinging to you like a massive koala. He was high off adrenaline and couldn’t decide whether he wanted to cuddle or jump around.

“Tae, take this before you pass out on top of me”, you handed him a water and he gratefully took it, still leaning against you as he chugged down the drink.

Taehyung and you were polar opposites. He was an athlete, quite dorky, a great singer, and was overly optimistic. You, on the other hand, liked to keep to yourself, was not the best of singers, and always stuck to the reality of things. Even if you could manipulate that reality the tiniest bit.

“Let’s get you home”, you let the man lean his weight on you tiredly as you started to walk towards the exit of the field.

“Sourpuss, I need to talk to you”, that voice was definitely not the one you needed to hear when you were this tired and already agitated. What does a girl have to do to spend time in her bed?

“I’m a little busy if you haven’t realized”, you gestured to Taehyung, who was breathing directly on your neck and nuzzling his nose against the skin. It wasn’t an odd gesture considering your close friendship but his face was so cold it send goosebumps down your spine.

“I’ll help”, Jungkook offered, quickly coming to your rescue by crouching down and getting Tae on his back. The man grumbled but was happy to take the ride considering it was less soreness for his legs to endure the next day.

TheJeon Jungkook helping? What a trip.

“What do you want?”, you winced at how rude it sounded. Sure, Jungkook most definitely deserves said rudeness, but he was helping you.

“I’m sorry”, you legitimately thought you were hearing things and turned your head to look at him, stopping in your tracks.

“Can you say that again? I don’t think I heard you correctly”, the athlete groaned before turning to look at you, frustration evident on his face.

“I’msorry.You were right about Jimin. He’s been talking shit behind my back for months and I had no idea”, if it wasn’t for your “told you so” attitude, you would’ve felt sorry for him. Jimin was one of his closest friends after all.

“Hate to say I told you so but”, he glared at you to shut up and you quickly did. His glare was so cold that a shiver went up your spine.

“Sorry, it was a joke. Jimin is really manipulative so don’t let him bring you down”, you reassured him, even bringing your hand up to pat his shoulder. By the way he flinched away, you would’ve assumed your hand was made of lava.

Noted. Jungkook hates being touched.

“I assumed so much about you and that was immature of me”, the man smiled softly at you. It felt like arrows pierced your heart. He had such a cute smile for an asshole. Like a bunny.

“It’s fine. Lots of people assume things about me”, you shrugged as you both started walking again, Taehyung looking down at you to make sure you’re okay. He was like your protective older brother and you couldn’t be more thankful to have him around.

“But they shouldn’t. So what if you follow a different religion? It doesn’t mean you’re evil”, that was probably the first time someone agreed with your practices besides Taehyung and Namjoon (mostly because he understood it better than others).

“Thank you for saying that. It means a lot”, you finally smiled back at him, sending his heart right into his chest as his heartbeat picked up. Needless to say, he adored your smile.

“I hate to ask this of you but could you tutor me on Epidemiology? I regret ever taking it and I’ll pay you”, you were wide-eyed with shock to say the least. You didn’t expect Jungkook to go out of his way to learn. Especially, notwith you.

“Sure, you can join Namjoon and I in the morning”, you nodded before you saw the way Jungkook’s nose crinkled up in displeasure.

“What? What’s wrong with that?”, he sighed in response to the question as you both reached your dorm building. You’d just let Tae stay with you for the night.

“Namjoon hates my guts. We’re way too different. Besides, aren’t you two dating? I don’t want to be some third wheel”, Jungkook almost sounded disgusted at the idea, probably imagining you making out with Namjoon in front of him.

“I’m not dating him. He’s just the only other intelligent male I can tolerate”, he seemed to relax once you finished speaking but there was still tenseness evident in his shoulders which wasn’t due to the large man on his back.

“I still don’t get along with him despite the fact that he writes about me all the time. He once yelled at me for cheating and wrote an article about it”, that was a slap right to your face. Right, Jungkook was a player and he could throw your feelings aside like one of his cigarettes. Do not get attached.

“Well, don’t cheat”, you said because, let’s be real, it’s the truth. You unlocked the door and helped Taehyung off of his back.

“Bye Koo, thanks again”, your words were quick and you kicked the door closed with your shoe, your hands full thanks to the oversized man child clinging onto you.

Koo.He liked that.

Weeks had ticked by and, somehow, Jungkook had managed to get your number. Honestly, Namjoon probably slipped it out or Taehyung gave it to him. According to Tae, the man had been oddly friendly to him and they were (borderline) friends now. They played video games together, practiced together, and even barged into your place for snacks together.

Great.Now you had two man-children to take care of and feed. It was definitely taking a chunk out of your paycheck each week to get extra snacks for the two. They ate like starving animals whenever they came over. A small part of you even thought it was just to piss you off even more.

Jungkook finally managed to get you to agree for a tutoring session with him. Just one.If this one went well then maybe you would agree to more.

The only sad thing about the session was that it was scheduled to happen right after your last class on Friday in your previous dorm. The dorm you had justfinished cleaning up since the last time the two adult toddlers had destroyed it.

Surprisingly, when you had woken up one morning, Jungkook was still there. You assumed he and Tae were too drunk to get back to their own dorms and had decided to just sleepover at your’s. It was quite annoying if you were to be honest, but the way Koo looked actually interested in your religion was enticing.

He didn’t look scared or disgusted when he looked at your little collection of crystals on your desk or the jar resting on your end table sealed with candle wax. If anything, he actually looked amused or even impressed.

“I’ll pick you up after class. I can’t believe you don’t drive and walk to your dorm every day”, Jungkook shook his head as he walked beside you. Coincidentally, your last classes were next to each other but you were shocked to hear him offer to give you a ride.

“Don’t judge me, Mr. Playboy. I just have a fear of hitting someone. Have you seen the lunatics at this campus? They will run out into traffic for fun”, the man chuckled wholeheartedly at the pout on your lips. Plus, your joke was actually pretty accurate. Even he had almost hit a drunk idiot when trying to get back to his dorm late one night.

“Okay, that’s fair. So, you okay with me driving you?”, you nodded cautiously. While Jungkook was guaranteed to know every path to your dorm by now, you were still guarded. Being in that tight of a space with him was going to be difficult.

No, you don’t get those so-called “butterflies” when you were with him. Honestly, those butterflies were typically a bad sign to you. Feeling sick because you loved someone sounded a bit odd and almost contradictory.

You actually found yourself with more powerful emotions than anything. If Jungkook made you angry, you were angry.If he made you happy, you were happy.

Everything just felt so much stronger when you were around him. Thankfully, he almost always made you happy. He made you laugh because, once he discovered that beautiful sound, he couldn’t get enough.

So, after your class, you met him out in the hall and he walked you to his car. Now you realized how such an undetermined man got into college.

He was filthy rich.

Sitting there in the parking spot was a brand new Mercedes Benz. Its black color almost matched the distinct leather jacket that he decided to wear today. It very much screamedJeon Jungkook.

However, it did not scream you whatsoever. You were almost afraid to get near it.

“Hop in. My grade isn’t getting any lower”, he opened the door for you and you weren’t sure if it was because you were friends, or whatever the fuck you two were, or if it was because he wanted a discount.

That’s not fucking happening. He’s already stolen plenty of money through snacks from your cabinets.

Meekly, you got into the vehicle, immediately buckling your seatbelt as if it was going to hurl itself into motion at any moment. Jungkook shut the door and went around to get into the drivers’ seat. Apparently he trusted his own driving so much that he never wore a seatbelt (Namjoon would’ve had a stroke if he was told that) and he drove with one hand (scratch that- make it two strokes).

Despite those things, he was an actual good driver. You felt safe and he drove the speed limit. Maybe it was just because you were in the car with him?

Getting out of the luxurious leather seats proved to be a hassle considering you knew your seats in your dorm were no where near as comfortable. You could sleep in that passenger seat without a care in the world compared to your own bed. Still, you forced yourself to get out and you two went up to your dorm. Jungkook is way too familiar with the place now considering he barely talks to you. It’s your place and, yet, he comes here for Tae.

“Alright, what unit do you need help on?”, you asked softly as you took the needed supplies out of your bag. You actually already took Epidemiology. It had nothing to do with your major but it was interesting to you. Who wouldn’t want to learn about the science of the world’s biggest killer: disease?

Jungkook simply looked at you, blinking a few times and pressing his tongue into his cheek in that nervous habit you realized he had.

“Oh- for fucks sake, Koo”, you grumbled as you realized how long of a process this was going to be.

It had been monthssince you began tutoring the student and, finally, there was progress.

Standing proudly with his shoulders back was Jeon Jungkook holding a test with a big number ‘92’on it in red ink. Your heart swelled with pride.

“I passed! This was the exam review test so I’ll pass the exam, right?”, you smiled brightly as you looked at his excited eyes. You never thought Jungkook would ever be excited over passing a class but you can’t judge people by their covers, right?

“Yeah! Just keep up with the studying and you got it”, you nodded quickly, looking away from his puppy eyes when you felt happiness engulf you like a fire.

Ironically, you were actually playing with fire. Your hand tugged on the trigger and a flame flickered from the end of your lighter. You brought it down and lit the candle in front of you. To be honest, you were a bit of a goodie two shoes but you did break one rule.

No fire in the dorms.

“Hey, I really wanted to thank you. I’m actually passing all my classes now and it fills like my life has purpose again”, woah, didn’t expect that.

“No problem, Koo. Your life always has purpose. What do you mean?”, you looked up from what you were doing, noticing he was leaning against the frame of your door.

“All I did was party and drink. Sure, I was a good athlete but that can only take you so far”, you nodded in understanding and stood up, walking towards him.

He followed your every move like prey waiting for the predator to attack them.

But, instead of an attack, he was met with a warm, genuine, and, all around, great hug.

“Do you think of me as everyone else does?”, you looked up at him, meeting his starry eyes.

Oh, you hated them because of how much you lovedthem. They held the galaxy within them and you could stare into them for hours if given the chance.

You were many things but, tragically for Jungkook, a liar wasn’t one of them.

“Honestly, I did before. I’ve seen you do some of the things the rumors talk about-“, smoking, cheating, fighting, “but now I know that’s not all you are. There’s more to you, Koo”.

All Jungkook had been able to think about was your words. Sure, he didn’t care about your opinion before but it truly did make him happy to know you thought better of him.

“Jk! Where have you been?”, oh no.

“Jimin? I’ve just been at the gym a lot”, lies.He had been with you a lot.

“Ah, I see. How’s the bet going?”, the shorter man asked, running his fingers through his precisely cut hair. What a born model.

The bet. The bet you had no clue about. The bet Jungkook was too dense to refuse.

“It’s going. She hugged me yesterday”, Jimin scoffed and then chuckled, vastly different sounds that almost made Jungkook double over in fear. Truth be told, he despisedJimin. He despised him because he scared him. The only other man more influential than him was Jimin and that meant Jimin could ruin his reputation in a matter of seconds.

“That’s all? Damn, she really is void of love”, the bet Jimin was referring to was the one he made with the younger at the beginning of the year.

“I bet you can’t make her fall in love with you. She didn’t even love me, Koo! Me! I’m telling you, if you make her fall in love with you then I’ll get you anything you want”.

Time was running out with exams coming up and Jungkook needed to hurry if he was going to win such a bet. But, was it worth it if it meant disappointing you? Jimin may be scary but you made him feel so happy and so proud.

The only time he had seen you disappointed was when Taehyung broke one of your jars, resulting in a mess of coins, herbs, and wax on the floor. That’s the day he decided he neverwanted to be on the receiving end of one of those looks.

“Yeah, she’s guarded which is understandable-“, wait- did Jeon Jungkook just grow some balls? “I’d be void of love too if everyone judged me for something I believed in”. He did.

“Where is that coming from? She deserves it, doesn’t she? Come on, JK. Keep that head in the game!”, Jimin patted his head like he was a child with all A’s on his report card, which, for once, was actually true thanks to you.

What game? You? Were you truly just a game to him?

“Alright, I’ve got this”, damn. Maybe you were.

Most nights you found yourself at the library now. It was the only place that was filled with peace and quiet. Especially on a Friday. Not even the librarian was here.

“Guess who”, hands covered your eyes and you would’ve punched the man behind you if you didn’t immediately recognize his husky voice. It was soothing with just the perfect mix of roughness. You couldn’t help but wonder what it sounded like when he just woke up.

“An asshole who thinks it’s okay to sneak up on women in a deserted place”, you grumbled and Jungkook immediately removed his hands.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you”, oh here we go. Argument number two thousand.

“I wasn’t scared. I was just saying that, one, you’re an ass and, two, don’t do that to women”, he nodded in agreement and you thought that was the stopping of an argument. Boy, oh boy, were you wrong.

“I won’t anymore but you’re so weak. I’ve scared you so many times now”, you glared at him. Thanks to months of being by Jungkook’s side, you had become a bit more out of control. The feelings you used to keep caged up were now more out in the open. You cussed more often, even tried drinking (and almost spit it out on him), and your frustration was no longer hidden from the world.

“Jungkook, you are a menace to society and I would like it if you leaved”, it was a pointless threat. You didn’t really mean it. You adored his company but you wouldn’t admit that with a gun to your head.

“Liar, you love me”, shit.Did you? No, don’t ask that. It was just a joke.

Damn you and your overthinking.

“No, I hate you. Shut up”, that was also a useless threat. Jungkook never shut up. He was quite the talker and shutting up was not in his vocabulary.

“No, you hate me. Shut up”, he sat on the table you were previously working on, knowing this would take a while. Your arguments always lasted between thirty minutes to two or three hours. You both hated to back down.

“No, I love you. Shut the fuck up”, wait a second-

“As you wish”, he smirked victoriously and leaned closer, his face so close to your’s that you could smell his musky cologne.

“That was wrong”, you glared at him and he shook his head, “don’t open your mouth aga-“ you were cut off as his lips connected with your’s. He kissed you so intensely that your mind was fogged up, trying to figure out what the hell just happened.

Finally, with your brain still hooked on adrenaline, your hands found their way to his cheeks, cupping his well defined face as you kissed back. You could feel him smile into the kiss before he pulled away, leaving a spark traveling down your body. Now, that’s a good feeling.

“Ah, I love when you shut the fuck up”, you were so close to beating him with your bag.

Everything was weird after the kiss. Life wasn’t some fairytale where you both lived happily ever after in some old palace somewhere.

No, you were both actually stuck in that “fuck, what are we?” mess.

Love wasn’t something you could control and that was why you never let it get that far, but, with Jungkook, it felt uncontrollable, spreading like wildfire.

So, you avoided him.

Of course, it wasn’t the most humane or easiest form of dealing with your feelings but it worked.

Well, for a little bit until Koo decided to block you off in the library, cornering you into the back section of the religious books. Oh, how ironic.

“What’s wrong?”, his voice made your knees want to give out. It was early and you assumed he woke up early just to catch you. His attire said that enough from his sweatpants to the tank top hugging his upper body. He obviously just threw something on before he left.

“What are you talking about?”, you tilted your head and tried to act innocent, but, once again, a liar you were not.

“Oh please, you’re obviously pissed off or scared of me or something”, bingo.You were horrified of what you were feeling and, in tune with it, Jungkook.

“I don’t know! Why do you even care? You’re obviously going to pass your exam so what am I needed for anymore?”, you winced at your own words, watching as the man’s usual bright expression turned into a sorrowful one.

“It’s much more than that, y/n”, that was probably one of the first times he had said your name. He usually called you nicknames like princess, sourpuss, or whatever else he came up with depending on his mood.

“Then what is it?”, the stare he gave you made you want to hide further into the corner. It was so predatory that your body was trying to fight its own instincts to run away and avoid the problem. You were always a flight over fight type of girl.

“You”, the one word made your eyebrows furrow, racking your brain for a response or understanding of what he meant. Jungkook shook his head as you watched your face twist in confusion.

“You’re so dense. Why would I kiss you if it wasn’t all for you?”, he leaned closer to you, hand resting on the shelf of the bookcase behind you. You silently thanked the universe that no one else was in there yet.

“Discount?”, it was the first thing you thought of and it caused a low chuckle to rumble out of Jungkook’s chest. He looked up into your eyes and it almost knocked the air out of you.

“Hmm, unless it’s a fuck buddy discount then I don’t think I want it”, he raised an eyebrow cockily and your eyes went wide. Little did Jungkook know that he just complicated your relationship even more.

“And what if I’m okay with making such a discount?”, the student practically groaned at the words, free hand finding its way on your hip, squeezing it. You don’t know where your new found confidence came from but you had gotten rather blunt since hanging out with Jungkook.

“Then I’d say you’re not the person I thought you were”, he hummed, leaning in to whisper in your ear. The way his breath tickled your ear sent sparks through your body.

“Is that what you want? For me to take you here against these books?”, yes you did. Looking around, you were met with many versions of Bible and other holy books of all religions. It was absolutely filthy and wrong to do it there which was why it was perfect.

“Yes, I want that”, your nails dug into the wood behind you, trying to ground your emotions down. It had always been an escape tactic to you.

“How naughty”, now you understood why he had chosen today of all days to corner you. He lovedthe skirt you were wearing and how easily it gave access to everything delicious underneath. Plus, your legs were perfect to him.

His fingers danced along your thighs before he pushed up your skirt, revealing the black lace panties underneath. Oh, you knew what was going to happen today and you definitely knew Jungkook liked his black.

“So pretty. Just for me?”, the question took you off guard, your own questions flooding your brain. Ultimately, after a few moments of silence, you decided he probably had a possession thing. Who didn’t like to feel powerful?

“Just for you, Koo. Fuck, touch me please”, so you decided to feed his little ego, edging him on until he pulled the panties to the side to reveal your glistening pussy.

The dim light of the library truly didn’t do it justice but he couldn’t help himself from finding it to be also perfect. He was in deep shit now.

His long fingers ran down your slit until they reached their destination: your pussy. He rubbed around it before he slowly plunged his middle finger into the wetness, curling against your walls.

Fuck,you always hated that finger but with it inside of you? Maybe you could make an exception.

Your body shook in response to the stimulation since you hadn’t been touched in so long, your hands gripping the wood tighter to keep yourself steady. Jungkook smirked when you clenched around his finger before he added another, stretching you out wonderfully as he scissored you open.

And that was when Jungkook found his favorite sound in the world.

“Jungkook! Oh god”, you moaning his name sounded like music to his ears and he couldn’t get enough. The only thing he hated was how quiet it was since you were still conscious of the library around you. He wanted you to scream it.

“You like that, princess? You want more?”, you obediently nodded, not in the mood to be denied an orgasm (which you were sure Jungkook would do if you didn’t obey). The man chuckled and leaned down, still pumping his fingers steadily as if it took no effort at all. If you had done this yourself then your fingers would have been cramping by now.

Your body jolted when Jungkook’s plump lips wrapped around your clit, sucking harshly on the nerve as if he was starving. To be fair, he had skipped breakfast.

You feared for the books behind you as your body spasmed, orgasming on the man’s fingers. You took deep breaths once you were finished and watched as Jungkook pulled away, pulling his cum covered fingers out of you.

With prolonged eye contact, he slipped the digits into his mouth and sucked the juices off of them. A new wave of arousal went through you when he tapped your lips with them, making you open your mouth. You gagged briefly when they hit the back of your throat but you sucked on it, licking your way up his middle finger.

“Good girl”, now that was going to haunt you forever. You whined when he pulled his fingers away and he smiled teasingly at you.

“I’m going to need to see these”, your eyes went wide when he gripped the collar of your shirt and ripped it clean down the middle, tossing it aside as if it didn’t cost you a fortune.

“Jeon Jungkook! That was expensive”, you huffed but he paid you no mind, just reaching behind you to remove your bra too so it can join the rest of your clothes.

“What if someone sees? I can’t cover these up quickly, Koo”, you crossed your arms over your chest, looking around cautiously. Jungkook just laughed and pulled your arms away, pinning your wrists above your head so he can press his body against your own.

“Take my shirt off and you can put that over you for the day. It’s fine, sourpuss”, oh you would’ve slapped him if you weren’t so turned on. He let go of your wrists and you quickly removed his shirt for him, revealing a muscular chest you could’ve never imagined.

And he never imagined how beautiful you’d look with your hard nipples pressed against the thin fabric of his white t-shirt. He grabbed them immediately and you failed to see the spark in his eyes as he squished them together.

“That was one of my favorite shirts. What a di-“, you yelped when he pulled your leg up over his shoulder, yanked his pants and boxers down, and pulled your panties aside to rub his angry tip against your folds. Your head rested back as he rubbed against your clit, covering his cock in your juices.

“What a dick indeed”, Jungkook chuckled deeply, arousal blurring his world into nothing but you. The only thing that mattered at that moment was feeling you.

His lips attached to your neck and you were so out of reality that you didn’t realize he was littering the skin with his marks, a silent claim on you as he pushed himself inside of you.

“Oh shit, it’s exactly as I imagined. So tight and warm”, and he was just as you imagined. So very big. You didn’t think anyone else could stretch you out as much as Jeon Jungkook and that thought made you groan.

“You’ve been imagining it?”, it was your turn to smirk and, for the first time ever, the man in front of you blushed.

“Oh please princess. I know you’ve been thinking about it too”, and you had been. Not that you’d ever admit that after he just basically friends with benefits zoned you.

“Just move you asshole”, Jungkook gripped your hair, tugging on the soft strands as he finally kept pushing, bottoming out inside of you perfectly.

His big hands moved to grip your hips, a little help to keep you up as he started to snap his own into your’s. He was mildly uncomfortable at first but, as you adjusted to his size, bliss filled your body.

Finally, you were doing something to make yourself happy and pleased. Maybe Jeon Jungkook wasn’t the best man to do it but he was making you feel so so good.

The man snapped you out of your thoughts as he brought your hand down to your clit. You understood and started to rub it, happy knowing that Jungkook was also looking out for your own pleasure too. Not that you’d know he had been thinking about you creaming on his big cock for months now.

“Keep doing that”, he whispered despite the heavy groan that threatened to come out. He was referring to the uncontrollable clenching you were doing around his dick, sucking him into your walls with each muscle movement. You listened and (despite knowing you were going to keep doing it anyways) clenched once again.

“Can I cum inside?”, you whimpered at the idea of Jungkook’s cum filling you up and, knowing you’re on grade A birth control, you nodded. While Jungkook was effortlessly attractive, kids were not part of your plans by far.

“You close too, princess?”, you nodded, a small moan spilling past your lips despite your best efforts to be quiet. With that knowledge, the man orgasmed and you could feel his seed start to coat your insides. The feeling made you tumble over into your own orgasm, coating his softening cock with your release.

“I think that’s the best sex I’ll ever have”, you praised him as you tried to put your cramping leg down off his shoulder. Instead, he held it tighter and pulled himself out of you. He watched as his cum started the spill out of you, dripping down your thighs beautifully.

So, he’s a man who likes to admire his work.

You almost screamed when he pushed it back inside of you with his finger due to the sensitivity.

“See you later, sourpuss”, Jungkook smirked and put your panties back to their original position before he pulled his own boxers and pants back up. He walked off and you were left gobsmacked with his cum dripping out of you onto your panties.

As the weeks passed by, the world became more vibrant and cheerful but also more chilling and worrisome.

Exams were over and you were free to go wherever you pleased but, somehow, you always found yourself wanting to be with what was supposed to be your secret guilty pleasure. Now, he was your everything. He truly brought color into your world; sadly, color always comes with black and white.

“I won the bet, Jimin. I want what I asked for”, you listened intently from the other aisle of books. The library had become your go to spot to find Jungkook. Surprisingly, the once unmotivated student was more frequently in here because of the sheer relief he got when you stood before him with a proud smile. What a softy.

“Really? She fell for you? Damn, you still got it. I can’t believe you asked for thisthough”, the disgust in your ex’s voice was evident and you so desperately wanted to see what he was referring to. You truly thought Koo had stopped being friends with Jimin after he apologized but apparently you were wrong about a lot of things. Most of all, you were wrong to love again.

Feeling your tears start to spill down your cheeks for the first time in years,you forced yourself out of the library. You should’ve seen it coming. What would a playboy want with you? A woman looking for a serious relationship? You’re an idiot and you’ll fix it.

Said playboy must’ve spotted you because you could hear his heavy footsteps behind you as you rushed out of the library, hurrying into a run with the safety of your dorm in mind. It was time to endthis.

So, here you were. Remembering everything from the past few months as the candles in front of you burned, getting so desperately close to the string connecting them. You had carved an evident ‘JK’ on one and your initials on the other, bonding them to the people who needed to be apart from one another.

Watching his candle, you noticed the wax dripping down the long wick and you knew they were tears. You knew because of the loud banging coming from your dorm door, the man on the other side screaming and sobbing for you to let him explain.

Your candle, however, burned strongly with vengeance. It stood so tall compared to Jungkook’s and, as the fire finally burned through the string tying you both together, you felt free. It was like Jeon Jungkook had never affected you before and his name slowly slipped from your mind.

Eventually, the banging stopped as the candles reached their ends and the fire flickered out under your gaze. You felt so blissfully numb as you walked towards the door, opening it to reveal a confused Jungkook looking up at you.

“What did you do? It’s like-“, you cut him off with your hand, pulling him up rather roughly.

“You never knew me. That’s how I want it, Jeon Jungkook. You never knew me and I never knew you. Now, get your prize and leave me alone”, you slammed the door in his face. You felt pure relief but Jungkook could still feel a pang of want in his body.

You had failed to notice the little wax left of his candle that stood strong as you dumped it in the trash and he failed to notice that he had left his “prize” outside your door as he rushed off.

A gorgeous rose quartz necklace.

What a way to declare your love to a witch who just cut it all off.

BTS IMAGINE REQUESTS

I’m opening my requests for a lil bit if y’all wanna request anything shoot me don’t actually shoot me this is not an american school oops she didn’t yes she did

I’ll take like 7 requests for now, let’s see what happens

언젠가는 나한테 고마워하게 될 거야. You’re going to be thanking me one day for this. 

Description: [REQUEST: hey! i wanted to tell you that i really enjoyed tipsy. it would be so cool if you did a part II with scenes from the song writing process and the date.] A request for an extension of a request lol. This one is just the song writing process (mind you!!! I’m not an expert, I just went off what I’ve seen in behind the scenes videos of producers and my own experience of lyric writing so!!!). I might do another part with the date, though it may be on the shorter side! :D Enjoy xx
Bonus points if you can guess the songs that are being ‘written’ before their titles are given (or not given). 
Warnings: Swearing
Genre: Fluff, Idol!Jungkook x music producer!fem-reader
Word Count: 4.2k

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With one hand gripping my morning coffee {or tea or smoothie or whatever you drink}, my phone, and my ID card that got me into the building, I used my other and my full body weight to push open my studio door, the heavy bastard. I stumbled in and nearly spilled my coffee over my favorite grey sweatpants but my reflexes prevented the disaster. Setting everything down, I made my way around the room and flipped on the lights, turned on my equipment, and adjusted the temperature.

I lowered myself into my chair and glanced at the time while my computer screen awakened.

9:06 am.

There was also a text from Taehyung.

From Taehyung: Now you’re going on a date with him??

To Taehyung: Do you two share EVERYTHING?

From Jungkook: Be there in 20 minutes!

To Jungkook: Namjoon’s coming somewhere between 10 and 12 fyi

From Taehyung: Apparently yes, yes we do

With a little bit of time left until one or two of the members showed up, I decided to touch up a demo I hadn’t looked at in a while. I clicked on the locked folder and quickly typed in the password. The folder opened up and revealed the good sized list of documents with written lyrics. I scanned down the list for the one titled “Demo Attempt Thing #40 - Got That Heat.”

As that document loaded, I opened the file with the actual demo track.

From Jungkook: I know, we talked about it last night.

Oh god. Last night.

From Jungkook: How do you live with a melody stuck in your head?!

To Jungkook: I don’t. That’s why I’m always in the studio

Once the system is loaded and I arranged the windows how I wanted them on my three screens (yes, three), I hit play and listened to my (cringey) voice sing my written lyrics and read over the lyrics, looking for spots that were odd and marking them for later.

A couple of tweaks, and a few thesaurus searches, later and I was set to rerecord the lyrics I changed.

I set up the mic and the system and placed the headphones over my ears. With a final inhale, I pressed the space bar and lined my mouth up with the mic.

Tick, tick, tick, tick.

Ooh, when I look in the mirror

I’ll melt your heart with my heat

I got that superstar glow so

Do the shimmy like

Pulling back, I hit the space bar again and the recording stopped. I chewed on my lip as I replayed the section back and wondered if it was good enough.

“Ehhhhh, good enough.” I mumbled to myself after listening to the part two more times.

Moving onto the next changed lyric, I set myself up the same before hitting the space bar.

Tick, tick, tick, tick.

Swing like batter

Pull me in like no other

No need to rush it

I’m reminded I got it bad

I clicked the space bar again and listened to the new lyric. Liking what I heard, I replayed the whole song from the beginning, turning up the volume so it filled the room and so I could hear everything I needed to hear.

The only problem?

My ears were so filled with the demo that I didn’t hear the three knocks on the door, Jungkook calling my name, or my door opening and closing. I was too busy bopping my head along with the beat and focusing on the overall sound with my eyes closed.

Get it, let it roll!

My voice sang the last lyric with a weird squeal type tone and my eyes flew open in realization that it needed to change and it needed to change right then and there.

“Let it roll!” Jungkook’s voice loudly copying what he heard through the speakers quite nearly knocked me out of my chair.

“Who the hell???” I whipped around with a pencil gripped in my hand, eraser side up.

Jungkook unceremoniously dropped the backpack he was holding in his hands and raised both hands into the air. “It’s me. Jeon Jungkook. Part of the infamous KPOP group B-”

“I know who you are dumbass.” I cut him off, rolled my eyes and relaxed back into my seat, throwing the pencil somewhere onto my desk.

“You asked.” He chuckled and picked up his backpack.

“You didn’t have to scare the shit out of me.” I stated, leaning forward and saving my work before exiting out of the “Demo Attempt Thing #40 - Got That Heat” documents.

“Wait, wait, what are you doing?” Jungkook asked, pulling the extra chair to sit on my left.

“Exiting out of this track.” I answered in a bored monotone cause it should’ve been obvious.

“Why?” He continued to question my actions even though my screen was just showing my crowded desktop.

“Because this is one of the secrets that no one will ever see.” I leaned my cheek on my fist while looking at him.

He was also dressed in sweats and a shirt that looked six sizes too big for him which made his large frame look small, if that was even possible. His lips were pouting while scanning over my screens even though, again, there was nothing open.

“But I liked what I heard.” Jungkook said with a slight whine.

“Stop being nice.” I scoffed, “Where is that track you wanted to work on?” I quickly changed the subject.

Jungkook sighed like he wanted to continue to push the issue but he rummaged through his backpack and pulled out a black flash drive instead.

“Thank you.” I thanked him with a singsong tone and plugged the flash drive into the computer. “What’s the title?”

“Doesn’t have one.” Jungkook shrugged and I raised a questioning eyebrow at him. “I just call it ‘Cup of Milk’.”

“Cup of milk?” I repeated the title and found it easily as it was the first one on the drive.

“I was drinking a cup of milk while working on it so I used it as a temporary title but then it just stuck.” He explained, “Sounds weird, doesn’t it?”

“No, actually sounds about right.” I agreed with him and watched as the instrumentals popped up on the screen. “Any lyrics for it?”

Jungkook shook his head, “Not yet.”

I nodded, “That’s alright. So, let’s get into it.”

We listened through it once before I asked, “Where did you need help with?”

“Here.” Jungkook took the mouse from me and started the track at the 2:07 minute, where a probable bridge would be constructed. He played it and the bass drums beat a steady funky rhythm.

At the 2:15 mark, the rhythm repeated itself before the bass dropped out and piano chords with a metalic-y techno echo picked up the same tempo. That too, repeated twice without much change before the bass reenters with the synth and a high gusto ending chorus feel.

I nodded along with the beats and enjoyed myself but I could instantly tell it needed a little something to feel more complete.

“You sense it too.” Jungkook concluded when he paused the track. “It needs something but I have no idea what.”

“Yeah, it does.” I agreed and sat back, thinking about what it needed.

“Like I honestly love the bass beat and the rhythms but it needs a little, like finesse.” Jungkook continued and emphasized the last word with a wiggle of his fingers.

I chuckled at his gesture but the motion gave me an idea.

“Trumpets!” I sat up and slapped a hand on his arm.

“Trumpets?” He said the word cautiously like it was glass on his tongue, “Do you think it’ll work?”

I shrugged and took my mouse back from him, “We’re about to find out.” I told him and clicked around till I found the right instrument.

“Play out the melody.” I instructed him and gestured to the keyboard underneath the computer monitors.

Jungkook wordlessly followed my instructions while I recorded the clip. The trumpets that played through the speakers were way too bright and brassy so I decided to pull back the brass and to make it more muted. When the levels were to my liking, I dragged the clip to the correct place and backtracked a few seconds to see how it would fit with the rest of the instrumental.

“Here we go.” I muttered and hit play.

The same bass beat played through the speaker for one count and when the second began, the trumpets sounded over them to create a fanfare feel. Jungkook lit up next to me but my heart wasn’t 100% satisfied with it.

“Oh! I like that!” Jungkook smiled widely while my lips pursed together. “I really like that.” He nodded like a child.

Tilting my head to the side, I played around with the effects of the trumpets. “Not quite right.”

I adjusted the levels of muting and brightness and reverb and played it back again. This time when the trumpets sounded, they felt more retro fanfare rather than 21st Century fanfare.

“That.” I pointed to the screen after I paused the track, “That is what I like.”

“Oooh, you’re right. That was better.” Jungkook rested his hand under his chin, in deep thought. “It fits better with the rest of the instruments. More retro-y.”

I nodded before asking, “Since when were you on a retro stint?”

Jungkook shrugged, “Again, cup of milk.” He reiterated with an expression that said 'how am I supposed to know?’

“Uh huh.” I absentmindedly voiced while looking for another instrument to add because it needed something over the piano chord counts. “Cup of milk. Was it at least chocolate?”

“Banana.” He corrected me.

“Ah, the famous banana milk strikes again.” I said and clicked on the electric guitar option.

Jungkook stayed quiet while I pressed different notes on the keyboard, searching for the perfect note. Once I found the note, I sat up straighter and tapped out the syncopated rhythm that I heard throughout the song.

“Oh, yeah, rock on.” Jungkook played the air guitar and scrunched up his face as if he was actually playing the instrument.

I watched him for a second before shaking my head and chuckling at him. “Gosh, you’re weird.” I muttered under my breath but Jungkook heard me and laughed at my comment.

“And yet you’re still here.” He bantered back and I truly had no comeback.

Instead, I dragged the newly created sound into the track and placed it where I wanted it before playing the whole section.

The synth-ed piano chords went through one full count and the second was joined by the electric guitar which amped up the whole feel. Building towards the final 'chorus’ section where the track exploded into retro fanfare glory.

“YES!” Jungkook stood to his feet with his fists raised into the air before grooving along with the instrumental.

“You like it that much?” I leaned back in my chair and watched him with amusement.

“Doesn’t it make you want to dance?” He asked while the song replayed from the beginning and he began his little dance party all over again.

“It’s got a great vibe, Kook. It’s really great.” I compliment his work. “Now you just gotta write lyrics for it and I’m sure it’ll be featured on the next album.”

“You think?” Jungkook stopped moving and peered at me with wide curious eyes.

I nodded, “Of course. It’s a really great track. It’s fun, it’s funky, and it’s something I could see you boys pulling off so easily.”

“Huh.” He breathed out and slumped into the chair. “Didn’t think you’d say that.” 

"Again, you’ll need lyrics for it but you can do that.” I repeated my earlier statement but Jungkook looked like he didn’t hear me.

“I gotta make the lyrics badass. Like really good.” Jungkook said softly, “It’s gotta explode like a bomb. Like dynamite.”

I bit my lip at the word. I had half a song written out, tucked away in my Demo folder. A song that suddenly seemed to fit the instrumental extremely well.

A song that I had titled 'Dynamite’.

“Scheming face!” Jungkook exclaimed, breaking me from my thoughts.

I quickly turned to look at him, “What?”

“You were scheming something.” He pointed at my face and then copied the expression I had a few moments ago. More like a bad impression of my face. “So what were you scheming?” He wondered.

I debated with myself if I was really about to show this man one of my many secret tracks that I had hidden away.

“Please…” Jungkook dragged out the world with the biggest puppy eyes.

I sighed in defeat and leaned forward to the computer. “Fine. But you do not, do NOT, tell anyone about this.”

“Cross my heart and hope to die.” Jungkook solemnly swore and drew an 'X’ over his heart.

I rolled my eyes at his silliness but my heart fluttered in adoration at his tactics.

Opening my private folder, I opened my 'Dynamite’ instrumental and lyric document.

“When did you make this?” Jungkook wondered, quickly reading over the unfinished lyrics.

“Uh…” I looked up at the ceiling in thought, “Like four-ish months ago?” I questioned even my own knowledge because in all honesty, I don’t remember when I started the piece or when I last worked on it. “I haven’t done a lot of work on it. It’s only got a tapped out bass rhythm with what lyrics I have.”

Before we could play through it, though, two quick knocks on my door disrupted our conversation.

After looking at the time and realizing it must be Namjoon, I called out, “Come in.”

The door opened and Namjoon walked in with his phone in one hand and his laptop and small notebook in the other. He glanced over Jungkook like it wasn’t a surprise that he was here.

“Hey Jungkook. Hey (y/n).” He greeted us while staring at his phone and sitting on the couch just behind Jungkook’s chair.

“Sup, hyung?” Jungkook greeted his leader with a short head nod.

“Hi.” I answered and again, began saving and exiting out of the tracks that weren’t needed. “What did you want to run by me?” I inquired and turned my chair towards Namjoon.

“Oh!” Namjoon remembered why he had shown up to my studio and shoved his phone into his pocket. He opened his small leather notebook and flipped through the pages till he found the one he wanted. “You think this would fit in the space where we left blank last time?” He offered me the notebook and I took it with both hands.

“Which song?” I asked because we had worked on three different tracks during our last session.

“Turning.” Namjoon answered and Jungkook scrunched his eyebrows in confusion.

“What kind of a song title is that?” He poked fun at the title.

“What kind of a title is 'Cup of Milk’?” I threw the question back in his face with a glance and his jaw went slack.

“That’s a temporary title!” He pouted while Namjoon laughed at our banter.

I busied myself with opening the correct documents while Jungkook continued to pout and Namjoon continued to poke fun that someone finally shot Jungkook down into his place.

Reading over the lyrics once more, I played the instrumental part with the melody tracked on the keyboard and mentally sang along with the newly shown lyrics.

“Yeah, I think we could make it work.” I told Namjoon my thoughts on his lyrics and the waved a hand at Jungkook. “You’ve been demoted to couch.”

Jungkook playfully glared at me but moved so Namjoon could take his spot.

“So I was thinking,” Namjoon leaned is arms on the desk and shifted into producer mode, “Since it’s the second pre-chorus, we could layer the harmonies. Not too many cause I don’t want it to sound distorted.”

“We could add a lower and higher harmony.” I suggested, “With the base melody. Unless you wanted the base melody to disappear and only have the harmonies.”

“We could try both?” Namjoon inflected his voice upwards at the end, unsure of the words he spoke.

“Let’s try it.” I shrugged and set up the mic and the system.

40 grueling minutes later, the harmonies and melodies were exactly how Namjoon wanted them. And because he needed a better singer for them, I had to record all the lyrics.

“Can you also read over these lyrics for me?” Namjoon asked, moving towards the couch where his laptop sat. “I don’t know if they fit together well and I need a second opinion.”

“Don’t know how good my opinion will be but, yeah, let’s do it.” I nodded and rose out of my chair. Jungkook moved from the couch to my unoccupied chair but we paid little attention to him. He’d been quiet while we worked and hadn’t caused a ruckus so there wasn’t any need to worry about him.

Or so I thought.

While I read through the lyrics Namjoon wrote for a different song, I heard Jungkook putzing around on my computer but again, since he hadn’t caused any trouble before, I paid him no mind. I really should’ve.

Just as I was about to make a lyrical suggestion to Namjoon, my voice, along with the instrumental for the demo that Jungkook heard a bit of, blasted through the speakers.

My reflexes had me out of my seat in a millisecond but Jungkook was quick to turn his chair around and block me from reaching the computer.

“Jungkook!” I yelled over the music, “Turn it off! Seriously!” I went to reach past him but he grabbed my hands and wouldn’t let them go.

“Never!” He yelled back with a shit-eating grin.

His grin only made me fight harder to get past him but the guy had been working out and was stronger than I thought he would be.

“I am going to kill you!” I threatened the maknae with a death glare, still trying to push past him to turn my demo off.

“Before or after our date?” Jungkook wondered with a quipped eyebrow.

My eyes widened slightly at the mention of our date. That asshole would bring it up when there was another member in the room.

“Is this yours, Kook?” Namjoon asked, voice trying to beat out the music.

Jungkook shook his head aggressively, “It’s (y/n)’s!” He said with a head tilt towards me.

I groaned and pushed away from him. Jungkook turned back to the computer and lowered the volume but kept the song playing.

“Seriously?” Namjoon questioned, turning towards me as I walked back towards the door.

“Yeah.” I sighed in embarrassment. These were private, a secret, because I wasn’t 100% confident with my lyrical skills.

“You produced it?” Namjoon continued to fire questions at me.

I nodded.

“And wrote the lyrics?” He prodded, his expression bordering on amazement.

I nodded again.

“This is, this is great!” Namjoon thrusted his hands out in front of him for emphasis and his usually small eyes were wide. Like the widest I had ever seen them.

A tiny blush crept up onto my cheeks. “Really?” I questioned cause I really had no confidence in my lyrical abilities. But then again, who does?

“Yeah, really!” Namjoon nodded his head.

“I told you!” Jungkook exclaimed with a fist pump into the air.

I shot him a look but he only answered with a smug smile. Looking back at Namjoon, he was tapping his pen against his leg while in thought.

“What?” I urged him to think out loud.

“It’s really good. Just that some of the lyrics could use some editing.” He voiced but there was no condescention in his tone, just a brightness and excitement over the song. My song.

I nodded, “Yeah, I expected that. Though I really didn’t expect anyone to actually hear it.” I gave Jungkook a pointed look and again he just answered with a wide, teeth bearing smile.

Damn alcohol that made me spill my guts to this scheming asshole.

“I can’t believe you’ve been hiding this from us.” Namjoon continued on his compliment cascade.

Jungkook threw out an arm in Namjoon’s direction and gave you a look that said 'I told you so!’ as an agreement with his leader’s words.

I crossed my arms over my chest and rolled my eyes at Jungkook.

“I wasn’t exactly ready to show it to anyone yet.” I told Namjoon who nodded in understanding.

“But now that I have heard it. Can I get a copy?” He asked, “I can try to edit the lyrics as a first round before we send it upwards.” He suggested.

“Send it where now?” I widened my eyes in surprise, not thinking it was good enough to send for approval.

“Up…?” Namjoon repeated his word then quickly added, “But we don’t have to. I just really, really like it. I think it can be good enough to be released.”

I sighed, looking between Jungkook and Namjoon who were both hopeful that I would approve of the action.

“I’ll give you the copy,” I started and both guys quickly smiled, “But,” I said and grabbed their attention again, “It goes nowhere without my approval. Do you understand?” I dropped my tone to prove how serious I was.

“Understood.” Namjoon agreed, solemnly but the twinkle in his eye didn’t diminish in the slightest.

Jungkook stayed quiet at the computer and I stared at him but he avoided my gaze.

“Jungkook…” I said with a warning tone, “Promise me you won’t send this to any of the higher ups.”

Jungkook finally met my eyes with sheepish glances like a child who got caught in the middle of a prank set up. “I promise.” He said in a small voice, lips pouted.

Satisfied with his answer, I moved to the computer and this time, Jungkook let me pass without any trouble. I emailed the files to Namjoon and his phone notification going off let me know it was sent successfully.

“This is so cool.” Namjoon mumbled, already looking at the email on his phone. Without looking up, he gathered his things and walked towards the door. “I’ll see you guys later.” He bid us goodbye before disappearing behind the door.

I watched the door shut closed and said, “You’re dead.”

Jungkook just clicked his tongue and in the smuggest voice, said, “No, I’m not.”

I turned towards him with exasperation, “Jungkook…”

“Trust me, (y/n). You’re going to be thanking me one day for this.” He cut me off before I could scold him.

Slumping into the unoccupied chair, I let out yet another sigh and run my hands over my face.

“That’s what I’m afraid of.” I mumbled and looked up at the ceiling.

Jungkook looked at me in confusion, “What do you mean?”

“If I have to thank you one day for showing that demo to Namjoon, it means people liked it.” I explained, sitting up properly and glancing around the room. “If people like it, it means that they will expectations for the next song. If people have expectations for the next song, that means I have a standard to live up to. I already have a high producing standard and if a lyrical one is added… What if I can’t meet those expectations?”

Jungkook leaned forward and rested his hands over mine in my lap. “You,” He stared hard into my eyes, “Do not have to worry about that. Everything you make is literally amazing. And if you’re ever unsure, you always have me. I will always help you, critique you, and support you.”

A tiny smile appeared on my lips.

“Plus from the two demos I saw,” He continued, “You already have a pretty good knack for lyric writing.”

“Thanks, Kook.” I thanked him and his face broke out into a beautiful smile. The one where his eyes nearly disappear and his teeth are on full display.

“Of course!.” He leaned back, pulling his hands away though I had the instinct to grab them again, “I would do anything for my favorite producer and person. OH! We could discuss these 'Dynamite’ lyrics on Friday!” He suggested but I frowned.

“You promised no work talk on Friday.” I reminded him and his lips dropped into an 'o.’

“Right. I did promise.” Jungkook remembered and chewed the inside of his cheek. “Well, we better get some work done now before Namjoon comes back to remind me that we have more schedules to get to.” He playfully raised his eyebrows, taking control of the mouse and opening the different files.

I giggled and leaned forward, resting my hand on his hand. His hand was larger than mine but I had to admit that I liked how my hand looked on top of his.

He glanced down at my hand before up at me.

I smiled the sweetest smile I could muster, “Get out of my seat before you screw up my systems.” I threatened him and he stared at me in disbelief.

Then he chuckled and shook his head while rising out of my chair and mumbling, “How can someone so cute say something with such a terrifying tone?”

I reclaimed my seat and started clicking around my screens, “It’s a skill.” I answered his rhetorical with a smirk.

I didn’t turn to see his face but I definitely heard his airy laugh.  

블랭키는 어딨어? Where’s your blankie?

Description: Jin is left alone with his daughter and he calls on his best friends for some company. Namjoon is still a little unfamiliar as to how to interact with a baby. 
Warnings: None
Genre: Fluff, Dad!Jin with Uncles!BTS
Word Count: 1.5k

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“Should we go let your uncles in?” Jin coos and picks up Yerin. Settling her on his hip, he carries her over to the front door where the boys had been rapidly knocking before Yoongi’s muffled scolding voice stopped them.

Unlocking the door, Jin reveals the six smiling guys who are excited to spend some time with their non-blood related niece.

“Hey, I wasn’t expecting you guys for another hour.” Jin comments and side steps to let the guys in.

“We told you we were coming at 1, didn’t we?” Hobi questions, plopping himself onto the couch quickly.

“You said 2.” Jin says as Taehyung stops in front of him and waves at Yerin with a sweet smile. She gets shy from the attention and presses closer to Jin’s chest.

“Oh, Yerin.” Jin readjusts his grip on his daughter, “It’s Uncle Tae. Say hi.” He tries to coax her into saying hello but she just buries her face into Jin’s shirt. “Alright alright.” Jin bounces up and down and rubs her back soothingly.

Taehyung closes the door once everyone’s inside and Jin makes his way to the living room where the others have settled themselves.

“I swear we said 1…” Hobi trails off looking through their very chatty group chat room.

Jin shrugs, “It’s whatever. You’re here now.”

“So how is baby duty without (y/n) around?” Jimin asks while Jin sits on the floor and sets Yerin down on her soft playmate.

“It’s not as bad as I thought it would be.” Jin answers, “Plus I can rope you guys into helping me so it’s not that difficult.” He teases while keeping an eye on Yerin as she crawls across the mat towards her toys.

“Who said we’re getting roped in?” Jungkook asks, looking wide eyed and playing with Yerin as she giggles at him.

“I got roped in.” Yoongi throws an arm over his eyes as he leans back on the couch.

“Keep it in, whiny.” Jimin throws Yoongi a glare and switches back to a loving uncle before Yerin can see.

Jin chuckles and lays back on the floor with an exhausted sigh. “She’s gotta take a nap soon so if the three youngens could tire her out, that’d make my life so much easier.”

“Oh, hyung,” Jungkook sits up straight with a calm expression and a hand up, “I’ve had three coffees already today, I will tire out this child like it’s nobody’s business.”

“He’s the energizer bunny.” Taehyung giggles and gives Yerin an open mouthed smile as she makes her way over to him.

“When is he not?” Jin questions and turns his head to watch his daughter tap her hands against Taehyung’s legs.

Namjoon opens his mouth to answer the question but closes it again when he realizes that he can’t recall a time when Jungkook isn’t at least a little energizer bunny.

Yoongi and Hobi chuckle at Namjoon while Taehyung, Jimin, and Jungkook focus their attention on Yerin who’s now crawling her way to Jimin because he has her favorite toy in his hand.

“So what is the wife up to today?” Yoongi asks.

“(y/n)’s at a spa day with her friends.” Jin answers.

“Ooh, the spa sounds really nice.” Namjoon sighs, “Hey, we should go next week.”

“Next week when?” Hobi questions, “We’re booked like 24/7.”

“Okay, what about the- oh wait, we have the recording that week.” Namjoon corrects himself mid sentence.

Jin chuckles, “We’ll find a time. Eventually.”

“Yeah, when we’re all old and tired.” Yoongi deadpans and Jungkook quickly covers Yerin’s ears.

“Hey, there is a child here.” He throws a glare at Yoongi, releasing Yerin’s ears from his grasp.

“Says the child.” Jimin laughs which earns him a light slap from Jungkook.

Taehyung quickly places a hand in front of Yerin’s eyes as she stares at the two youngest members. “Guys, watch the violence. The baby shouldn’t learn those things.”

Jin waves a hand at the maknae line, “It’s fine. She’s attacked me and stepped on me and has hit places that I have since become very protective over.”

“Dadda.” Yerin says, turning and noticing Jin talking and laying on the floor. She crawls over with bright eyes and an even brighter smile.

She reaches Jin quickly and leans against his stomach.

“Hiya, Yerin.” Jin pokes her cheek, “Are you having fun with your uncles?”

Yerin giggles and Jin, and the other guys, take that as a ‘yes.’

“Where’s your blankie?” Jin asks with wide eyes.

“Blankie…” Yerin trails off and looks around to room. She quickly spots the blanket in Namjoon’s hands and makes her way over to him.

“Do you guys want anything to drink?” Jin asks, sitting up, “Once she’s down for her nap, the coffee machine is out of commission. Too loud.” He explains.

“Coffee.” Yoongi raises his hand.

“Same here.” Taehyung adds and Jimin raises his hand as well.

Jungkook rises to be kneeling but Jin shuts him down.

“No more coffee for you.” He gives Jungkook a pointed look.

Jungkook lowers himself to sit on his heels in silent defeat.

Jimin teases Jungkook as Jin makes his way into the kitchen to prepare four cups of coffee, the fourth being for himself. Yerin had him up at 5am.

Meanwhile, back in the living room, Namjoon is playing with Yerin under the watchful eyes of literally everyone in the room. They know he doesn’t mean to be a clutz but they are still watchful incase anything should happen. So far so good as Yerin is laughing and smiling at Namjoon as he twirls her blanket around her head.

With his confidence growing, Namjoon plays with her more and starts poke her tummy. With one little poke, he momentarily forgets to use his baby voice and reverts to a lower tone.

Yerin pauses and just stares at him.

Namjoon is still thinking she’s enjoying it.

Yerin’s lips start to frown.

Namjoon is confused.

Yerin’s bottom lip starts to tremble and her eyes turn downwards.

Namjoon is now panicking. She’s gonna cry and the fact that it was his fault has his eyes wide.

Just as the first cry sounds from her mouth, Taehyung quickly scoops her up in his arms and bounces her up and down in an attempt to soothe her crying.

“Oh, it’s okay. It’s okay.” Taehyung coos as Yerin continues to cry and Namjoon still sits so confused as to what made her cry.

Jimin, Jungkook, and Hobi on the other hand cannot contain their laughter at their leader.

“What did I do?” Namjoon wonders, a little sad that he made his niece cry.

“You’re face must’ve scared her.” Jimin laughs out and Jin appears in the room to check on why his daughter is suddenly crying.

Yoongi pushes Jimin over with his foot before explaining to Namjoon, “You’re voice dropped like three octaves for a second and I think the switch scared her.”

Jin takes a sniffling Yerin from Taehyung’s arms and she clings to her father tightly. “It was probably that.” Jin tells Namjoon, “She’s not quite used to my lower ranger either. I still scare her sometimes.” He chuckles and leans back to wipe Yerin’s tears away with his sleeve.

Taehyung comes around behind Jin and strokes Yerin’s cheek softly. Her eyes slowly blink as sleep begins to sweep her away.

“Is it nap time?” Taehyung coos at her and her only response is to blink her eyes slowly at him.

“I think it is.” Jin answers instead and holds her close to his body then turns his attention to the males in his living room, “Coffee’s made. Pour it yourself and don’t let Jungkook near it.”

Hobi grabs Jungkook’s shoulders, holding him in place, “I got it!”

Since her uncles had played with her for a bit, Yerin is put down for her nap in record time and Jin is quickly able to join his best friends in the living room.

“Sorry for makin’ her cry.” Namjoon says as Jin settles onto the couch with his cup of coffee.

“Don’t be.” Jin says after taking a sip, “She’ll grow out of it. And trust me when I say I’ve made her cry more time than I care to admit for things smaller than a voice change.”

“Like what?” Jimin asks, amusement in his eyes.

Jin leans back in thought before answering, “I once touched her pinkie when we were playing and she bawled. I couldn’t even calm her down. (y/n) had to calm her down.”

“It’s from being raised by a giant baby.” Hobi jokes.

“I am not a child.” Jin defends him then quickly corrects himself, “Er, most of the time I’m not.”

“My wife says I need to spend more time with babies.” Namjoon nods at himself, “Turns out I do.”

Jin sets a hand on Namjoon’s shoulder, “When you become a father, instincts will kick in and you’ll do just fine.”

“Wow,” Yoongi jokes with his mouth agape, “The baby became the father in a split second.”