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Hello friend! Glad to see you're alive and I hope doing well 😊

For the drabble prompt, I'm feeling a little angsty with a hopeful ending using Lewis Capaldi's Forget Me with either Koo or Suga. Thank you! 💜

drabble 003 member min yoongi (suga) au idol

—— here's the song!!

the way you see it, right now, you have two options:

stay, compose yourself, and pretend like bts' 20-minute stage starting right now is not going to kill you

excuse yourself to go to the bathroom, where you'll camp out until they're off-stage.

as much as you want to take option two, disappearing for that long — with fans filming their next lot of fancams as long as you're in sight — will arouse too much suspicion, and you're under enough heat from management as it is.

you take a deep breath, and out of sheer instinct, clap as the crowd does, feigning a smile as the host announces bts' stage is commencing.

next to you, iseul — the only group member who knows why you can't stand bts — subtly eyes you, gauging your reaction.

you're proud to say you know enough about music to know how to keep in time with a beat, and the way your head nods along to their song is a reflection of that; but it's automatic, habitual, and happens as you stare at a prop on the back of their stage at an adequate enough distance that it looks as if you're watching bts themselves as they dance.

next to you, iseul shifts in her seat as if fixing her posture, but the way her arm conveniently nudges your side doesn't go unnoticed by you. your eyes widen, lips forming an o, as you pretend to be impressed at a signature bts dance break, hands clapping a little faster.

you hate these end-of-year award shows. you hate that you probably look like a seal right now too.

for the rest of the performance, you plaster on a polite smile, taking your cue from the rest of your group members to react appropriately to what happens on stage. as one song transitions to another, iseul leans over, hand cupped around her mouth, whispering in your ear as if she was gossiping away like a teenage girl about the cute boys in front of you both.

"how much are you hating this right now?" she asks.

you nod your head frantically, grinning.

"i hate my life so much, dude," you reply with clenched teeth.

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"guys, guys, guys!" yuki says, waving her hand frantically to gather the members together. she leans into the circle, lowering her voice. "i just heard from sana senpai that there's an after-party happening at a club in hongdae."

"oooh, an after-party!" sara says, grinning. "wait, are we invited?"

yuki rolls her eyes. "i don't think sana senpai would've told me if we weren't."

"so cool," nari says.

"apparently bts are actually gonna be at this one too."

your shoulders fall, and you sigh quietly, reaching for your hoodie.

"yeah, i'm gonna pass on that," you say, rummaging around in your bag for a hairtie.

"what? why?" sara asks, eyebrows furrowed momentarily before they smooth out again when she smirks. "oh. do you have a date?"

"no, i just don't feel like going to a party."

"please," nari says, rolling her eyes. "you? miss three-soju-bottles-minimum? i highly doubt that."

"maybe i just want to look after my liver for once, unnie."

"tch. whatever. killjoy. come on. let's hurry up and get back to dorm so we can change."

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"you're really not coming?" yuki asks, holding a dress up to her body as she looks in the mirror.

"i'm good," you say, not looking up from the book in your hands.

"damn. i was really looking forward to taking shots with you, nee-chan."

"have some with iseul. she's the next best drinker after me."

"yeah, but... i wanted to dance as well, and she doesn't dance as good as you."

"i heard that," iseul says, looking pointedly at yuki as she walks into your shared room, holding a pair of false eyelashes. "_____, help me put these on."

you snort, but sit up on your bed, putting your book down and taking the eyelashes and glue iseul holds out to you.

"the blue one's pretty, yuki. wear that one, not the green skirt," you say, spreading glue along the band of one set of lashes.

"yeah? really?" yuki says, grinning. "okay, thanks!"

iseul scoffs as yuki runs out of the room and into the bathroom to change, shaking her head.

"'doesn't dance as good' she says," iseul says. "she's lucky she's cute, or i would've ripped her extensions out."

"she's right though. i dance way better than you," you say, blowing on the glue.

"wow. bitch."

you laugh, nodding your head for her to shut her eye as you position the eyelashes on her lid.

"okay, i was thinking."

"wow. that's rare," you mutter.

"shut up," iseul says, pinching your leg. "i was thinking you should come to the after-party."

"are you for real? you know why i don't wanna go."

"i know, i know — but! you could wear that lace bodysuit, and that nice leather skirt, and look super hot. maybe make out with someone and piss yoongi off. make out with someone more famous than him. god knows you could pull anyone in that outfit."

"no one's more famous than bts. you're crazy."

"so make out with one of the other members then," iseul says, shutting her other eye for you to apply the lashes onto.

"are you kidding? those guys are all loyal to each other. they'd never even look at another member's ex. they have their own weird bro code on top of the universal bro code," you say, frowning.

"c'mon, dude. you could totally do it. if you don't make out with someone... i dunno. collect some digits. show your tits. just do something to piss him off, because if you don't come to the after-party and we all do, he's kinda gonna win."

you sigh as you cap the tube of lash glue, annoyed that somehow, iseul's right. being the only member of your group to not attend would say a lot, and you'd be damned if you let yoongi have the upper hand — not after he'd included a song on their new album that the both of you had worked on years ago without crediting you anywhere. you were certain that, even with your history, as an artist, he'd understand better than anyone how important credit was. it was a petty move, a childish move, one that you were sure he made just to piss you off.

it was sad to say that he succeeded.

"okay, fi—"

without finishing your words, you look up to find iseul standing in front of you, already holding out your outfit.

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"senpai!" yuki calls out, waving her arm.

"yuki! you made it!" sana says, jeongguk's hold on her waist loosening as she runs over to your bandmate. "is it just you?"

"no we're all here." yuki looks around, confused. "i guess everyone must've split off already. hi, sunbae."

jeongguk raises his glass with a smile and a nod when yuki greets him.

"come on, let's get a drink," sana says, excitedly taking the younger's hand and leading her to the bar.

at iseul's side you sigh, but there's very little chance it'll be heard with how loud the music is. you nod at her suggestion to get a drink, following her to the bar, leaning up against the sticky countertop as she orders drinks for you both.

to iseul's credit, she's cleaned you up very nicely for tonight, if the way heads turned towards you the minute you all walked into the club is anything to go by. the bartender sets your drinks down in front of you, and you don't miss the way his gaze quickly falls to your cleavage before back up to your face with a grin.

"enjoy, ladies," he says; you don't grant him a response.

"look at that," iseul says, leaning in close to speak into your ear, loud enough to be heard over the music. "and you didn't even need a boob job to make your chest stand out. where do you wanna go?"

"home?" you suggest, taking a sip of your drink; iseul shoots you a look. "i dunno. wherever. i'm just gonna follow you tonight."

"nee-chan!" yuki cries out, waving you over. "let's have shots — before i'm too drunk to remember!"

you and iseul laugh as you walk to the other end of the bar, greeting sana and mina when you see them. it isn't long when five tequila shots are laid in a row on the bar, and you all pause as yuki retrieves her phone to take a video.

"cheers!" she cries, sana and mina doing the same.

"cheers, bitch," iseul says, knocking her glass against yours before downing the shot in one go.

"idiot," you say, doing the same.

"let's do another one," yuki says, despite the wince that clouds her face.

"are you sure?" mina asks, laughing and signalling to the bartender for another round. "it doesn't look like you enjoyed that."

"yes i did!"

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as much as you hate to admit it, for a while, you do have a good time, switching between drinking and dancing. you almost forget why you didn't want to come.

that is, of course, until you see him.

your hips slow when you spot yoongi against one of the walls, one arm draped across the shoulders of one girl, the other around another girl's waist. the three of them laugh at something hoseok is saying, but you can't hear anything but the music, and you barely feel the hands on your waist, none of your attention on whoever it is you've just been dancing with for the last ten minutes.

since the two of you broke up months ago, you thought you were somewhat okay, while also stupidly holding onto the idea that maybe he was also quietly, in his own way, taking his time to grieve and get over everything the way you were. seeing him now, however, looking perfectly fine, makes you realise that may not be the case.

you weren't ready for this. you'd made a conscious effort to distance yourself from anything that could possibly lead back to yoongi and to bts, even going as far as changing up your music style entirely when producing new songs, since your normal style had yoongi written all over it — it was a risky move, but one that had, surprisingly, benefitted the group and gotten you on everyone's radar after the release of your second album. still, only you — and to a degree, iseul — know how many times you've stood in the shower, letting your tears mix with the water, or about the password-protected folder on your camera roll you look through in the dead of night when you should be sleeping, or the USB drive tucked away in the bottom of your bag filled with songs that no one will be hearing anytime soon.

is yoongi really ready to forget you?

"hey," iseul says, bringing your attention back to the present as she leans away from whoever she's been dancing with for the last ten minutes too. "you good?"

there's concern written all over her face, and belatedly you realise it's because of the way your eyes have started to water, clear enough to see even with the strobing lights. when you don't reply, she follows your line of sight, dread washing over her.

"oh no. hey, ___—"

"i think i'm gonna go home now, seul," you say, brushing away the hands on your hips to weave through the crowd of people on the dancefloor.

"wait! hol— wait, _____!"

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"woah, woah, woah! is that _____ noona?" jeongguk says, craning his neck to look over people as you step away from the dancefloor, passing the bar. "damn, she looks hot in that outfit."

"stop that!" sana cries, slapping his chest.

"i'm just saying! i still like you more though, babe."

"not that!" she jerks her head to the side, and jeongguk finds his gaze falling upon yoongi.

"oh. shit. my bad, hyung."

"i told you, hyung," namjoon says, shaking his head. "you had to go and put on that whole playboy act tonight, and now look."

"what, namjoon? what am i looking at, huh?" yoongi asks, frowning.

"hyung, she saw you," hoseok says. "when she was dancing. she saw you with those other girls."

"if your goal was to piss her off, well then, you succeeded," namjoon says, taking a sip of his drink.

"i was trying to see if she was over me or not, actually," yoongi says, scoffing.

"well then that was literally the most idiotic way you could've gone about doing that," seokjin says, rolling his eyes. "seriously, yoongi. if you wanna get back together with _____, maybe be an adult about it."

"oh yeah? and what do you suggest i do, hyung?"

"how about, hmm, i dunno, go after her? like, right now? that would be a nice first step, don't you think, guys?"

"i'm gonna get a stomach ulcer from this," jimin groans, picking up his drink.

"no, you're gonna get a stomach ulcer because you've been chasing tequila shots with vodka sodas," taehyung says, eyebrow raised. "this will give you a headache, because that's what i've got right now."

"why are you still standing there? go already!" seokjin says, shoving yoongi's arm. "god, seriously."

"well, what if i get to her and it turns out she is over me?" yoongi cries, motioning towards where you'd gone. "what, i'm just supposed to go be an idiot in front of her? let her laugh at me and mock me?"

"jesus christ, i give up." seokjin groans, motioning for namjoon to take over.

"hyung," namjoon says. "why would she run off like that after seeing you with another girl — sorry, girls? if she was over you, she wouldn't have cared and would've kept on dancing with... i dunno who that was. did anyone see who had their hands on her waist?" the other members shrug.

"yeah, hyung," hoseok says. "if _____ noona was over you, she'd probably be going home with someone tonight, because i dunno if you guys saw that skirt she was wearing, but holy fucking sh—"

"i will punch you in the throat, jung," yoongi says, glaring.

"so fucking go already, hyung!"

yoongi huffs out a frustrated sigh, finishing off the rest of his drink in one last gulp before grabbing his jacket, muttering a half-hearted apology when one sleeve unintentionally hits sana's arm. he leaves the rest of the members to talk amongst themselves, no doubt airing out their frustrations about him, but he doesn't care — not when he needs to find you somehow.

he deduces that you're probably no longer in the club anymore when he spots the rest of your group members scattered in the crowd. frantic, he approaches iseul.

"hey. do you know where _____ went?" he asks, eyebrows furrowed.

iseul looks him up and down, crossing her arms over her chest. "why should i tell you?"

"iseul, come on. i need to talk to her."

"could've talked to her back in august, sunbae. or september... october... even novem—"

"okay! okay. i fucking get it." yoongi looks up at the ceiling and sighs, ruffling his hair. "look. i get that i've been a dick about this whole thing, but this hasn't exactly been sunshine and rainbows for me either."

"mmm, could've convinced me back there — and, oh, actually! i think you did convince _____ of that! respectfully? you should go back to your girls, sunbae. just leave _____ alone."

yoongi knows he deserves to be chewed up and spat back out onto the pavement like stale, tasteless gum. he has no energy to fight iseul because he realises she's completely correct.

fortunately for him, as if by divine timing, just as iseul finishes lecturing him, the door to the female bathroom swings open, and you step out, dragging your finger under your eye where your mascara has smudged.

he can tell you've just been crying, but instinctively, yoongi looks at your outfit first.

hoseok was right.

holy fucking shit.

"oh fuck."

#min yoongi #suga #bts #bts drabble #idol verse #links the lyrics video because the mv is very....... distracting from the tone of the song LMAOOOO #and once again i have gotten carried away

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bangtaninink · 2 years

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“i’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” + jimin + bf2l if i may 🫶🏻

drabble 002 member park jimin (jimin) au stripper

"hey, _____. you're up in ten."

"yep," you say, not looking away from your reflection in the mirror as you sweep a brush across your cheeks, rose-coloured blush staining your skin.

now off stage, jimin skips down the stairs, one hand holding his ripped thong against his crotch, the other holding a bundle of cash, as he runs behind the line of female dancers sitting at their tables.

he comes to a full stop behind you, grinning as he looks at you through the mirror with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

"oh? we're going with the pink glitter tonight? what's the occasion?" he asks, leaning forward to rest his chin on your shoulder.

"the occasion is that, after tonight, we are officially on holiday for two weeks," you reply, combing mascara through your eyelashes. "also, why are you so close to me when you're basically naked right now?"

"ah, a holiday," jimin repeats, sighing wistfully as he steps back to lean against the wall with a smile, letting you finish your makeup. "why does it feel like it's been ages since we've taken time off?"

"are you two going somewhere?" saehee, who sits in front of you, asks, peeking around your mirror. "you two are gonna be gone for a while."

"yeah, thank god," hyemi says next to you, brushing her hair. "maybe some of us will finally get a chance to score some money, instead of these two stealing everyone's attention and getting all the dough."

"hey, i told you: yoga, bitch," you say, packing up your makeup and laughing. "you start doing yoga, and i guarantee you'll start dancing better."

"tsk. you're just gonna give away our secret like that?" jimin asks, frowning.

"i said she'd dance better. i didn't say she'd dance as good as us."

"you do yoga, jimin?" saehee asks, eyebrow raised.

"pfft. what? no. of course not. eww," jimin says, running off to the other dressing room.

hyemi snorts quietly, watching him disappear into another room before she looks at you, nudging your arm.

"well?" she asks.

"well what?"

"are you two gonna fuck or not?"

"what?!" you look at her, scandalised. "wh— h-he's my best friend! what do you mean are we gonna fuck?"

"pfft. please," saehee says, walking around to join you and hyemi, slipping another bobby pin into her hair bun. "best friend or not, i'd still tap that. everyone here wants to tap that."

"everyone except you, apparently," hyemi says pointedly. "you're going to... where are you going again?"

"japan," you answer.

"you're going to japan with your super hot best friend for two weeks, and you mean to tell me you're not even gonna attempt to sleep with him?"

"that... okay, hyemi worded that really creepily," saehee says, sighing. "but our point is, you two have been best friends since you started dancing here, and he obviously really likes you, and you obviously really like him."

"yeah, as a friend," you say.

"girl, you're not fooling anyone with that 'we're just friends' shit," hyemi says, rolling her eyes.

"look," saehee says. "if you're not gonna ask him out, then that just means he's free for the taking — is that what you want?"

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coming down from the stage, one arm covering your chest, your free hand holding a thick wad of bills, you get to the end of the stairs to find jimin waiting for you — now dressed — holding a packet of makeup wipes and a bottle of lemonade, your robe draped over his shoulder.

"is it weird to say that your dancing turns me on?" he asks, handing you your robe before shielding his eyes.

"that's very weird to say," you reply, snorting. "but also kind of means i'm doing my job right, i guess. i'm done."

jimin lowers his hand as you finish tying your robe closed. "i feel very conflicted by it — y'know, since you're my best friend and all. where are the other girls?"

"they're doing some private dances with clients." jimin follows you to your table, handing you the makeup wipes. you set your money down next to your makeup bag, patting the stack of bills. "but this, my good friend, is coming to tokyo with us."

"i can't wait to eat more bowls of ramen than you," jimin says, grinning.

"keep dreaming, buddy."

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"oh, i forgot to say," jimin says, buckling his seatbelt. "i wrote a list of stuff i wanna do in japan while we're there."

"wait. so did i," you say, hands on your neck pillow.

jimin turns to you with a smirk.

"i'll show you mine if you show me yours."

"i bet mine's longer."

"oh, you are so wrong."

with narrowed eyes, you pull your phone out, scrolling through your notes until you eventually land on a checklist of places to go and food to try in japan. next to you, jimin has done the same, holding his phone to his chest to shield the screen away from you.

"on three?" he says; you nod.

"one... two... three!"

the two of you are speechless when you find your lists are almost identical in both length and what things you'd both written down.

"oh my god," jimin says, leaning back against his seat as he laughs. "what are the chances?"

"you wrote down 'go to a maid café' too? you perv," you tease, nudging his arm.

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next to you, jimin groans quietly, shutting his eyes with a sigh.

"you okay?" you ask, eyebrows furrowed.

"i'm fine," jimin says. "just motion sickness."

"oh god, are you gonna throw up on me?"

"honestly? maybe."

"oh god."

he chuckles softly, sliding his mask back up to cover his nose and mouth, before leaning over to rest his head on your shoulder.

"i might just need to sleep it off. is this okay?" jimin asks.

"if it means you won't throw up on me, you can stay like that for the rest of the flight," you reply, reaching over to fix the blanket draped over him.

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it doesn't take long for jimin to fall asleep, and you lightly shake your head when the flight attendant walks past, asking if she should leave a tray of food for him — but you take the cinnamon scroll for him anyway, tucking it into the front seat pocket.

you fix the blanket around him once more where it's started to slide off his shoulder, pressing the back of your hand to his forehead just in case it isn't just motion sickness. relieved to find his head isn't warm, you lower your hand.

suddenly, the plane starts to tilt and jolt slightly as the pilot navigates through some mild turbulence. you hear some other passengers gasp and mutter quietly, some huddling closer to their companions, and parents reassuring their children.

from under the blanket, you feel jimin's hand slip out to wrap around yours and entwine your fingers.

you look down at him, surprised, but he doesn't open his eyes or make any move to show he's awake.

holding back a smile, you gently squeeze his hand, resting your cheek on the crown of his head.

#park jimin #jimin #bts #bts drabble #stripper!au #i didn't really get to the l part of the bf2l you wanted i'm sorry :(#but i love me some good slow burn and pining

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bangtaninink · 2 years

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hello! first of all i'm sooooo happy you're back! literally screamed when i saw your notifications omg i've missed you so much 🫶

and for drabble request: “my mother adores you.” with fwb!jungkook pls? <33

drabble 001 member jeon jeongguk (jungkook) au friends with benefits

in the middle of the meeting, you look down at your phone, rolling your eyes and holding back a smile, barely paying attention to what your father says. beside him, your mother sits smiling calmly, constantly fixing her hair in what you recognise as an act of boredom; you can't blame her, considering you feel the same way.

"excuse me," you say quietly, tucking your chair back under the table and slipping out of the back door, almost certain that your father will have something to say about it when the meeting is over.

you look down at your phone, chuckling quietly to yourself, before lifting it to your ear.

"yo," jeongguk answers.

"what now?" you say, leaning against the wall. "this better be good; i'm about to get roasted by my dad for leaving a meeting."

"so... is that a yes to you being free right now then?"

"what do you need?"

"can i come up?"

"tsk. if you must."

"oh, i must, alright. i must hard."

"oh god," you groan. "right now? with my parents in the same building? you've got balls, jeon."

"what? no! no, i wasn't talking about sex," jeongguk says, gasping. "although, if you're down... hey, i'm not gonna complain."

"hmm. maybe i don't want you to come up after all."

"no, come on, i swear i'll be quick!"

"wow, give yourself a bit more credit than that, babe."

"don't – you'll make my dick hard."

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"are you fucking serious right now?"

"i'm dead serious right now," jeongguk says, straightfaced. "seriously. blue or black?"

your eyes dart back and forth between a pair of black slacks and a pair of navy blue slacks jeongguk holds in each hand, before looking up at him, speechless.

"you pulled me out of a meeting to help you pick out pants?" you ask, scoffing. "my dad's gonna kill us both."

"hey, i've seen your dad on tv. he dresses nice. if anyone will appreciate this dilemma i've got going on, it'll be him," jeongguk replies, lips pursed as he looks down at the pair of black slacks, before his gaze drifts over to the navy pair.

"tch. yeah right. a stylist dresses my parents before they appear at a press conference, or on tv, or anywhere where there's cameras."

"wait, for real? damn, who's your stylist then? maybe they can help me choose which pants to wear."

you shut your eyes and sigh, arms crossed over your chest as you sit down in your chair behind your desk.

"what do you need to wear these pants for anyway?" you ask. "i've never seen you in anything but ripped jeans, sweatpants, or nothing at all. i didn't even think you owned slacks."

"oh, i didn't. i just bought these today," jeongguk says, sitting in the armchair directly across from you, pants draped over his leg. "as for why i need these pants... that's a secret."

you arch an eyebrow. "a secret?"

"all you need to know is that i'll be wearing them at a pretty fancy restaurant, that i most definitely probably can't afford, but am going to anyway."

"oh my god." you lean forward, eager, grin growing on your lips. "you finally asked hana out, didn't you?"

"i'd rather die, babe."

"where're you taking her? somewhere in gangnam, i bet."

"i don't wanna be within three feet of her – ever."

you throw your head back and laugh, falling back into your seat.

"alright, alright, fine, don't tell me. regardless of where you're wearing the pants, i think it's best you try them on and see which ones suit you more," you say, shrugging.

"oh. good idea," jeongguk says, suddenly rising to his feet, fingers already undoing his belt buckle.

"wait, here?"

"you've seen me in worse conditions, sweet cheeks."

"i— yeah, okay, good point. go ahead."

"also, after this thing that i'm going to at the very fancy restaurant i can't afford, you wanna come over after? i don't anticipate a very successful outcome, so i'll need to let off some steam somehow."

"you have such a way with words, jeongguk," you say, laughing.

"yeah, yeah. i'm a real poet," jeongguk says, unzipping his jeans and pushing them down his legs. "how 'bout it? wanna fu—"

"_____? we need to t—"

with his pants halfway down his thighs, jeongguk freezes at the sound of your office door swinging open, your parents storming in and abruptly stopping at the sight of him, almost pants-less.

"oh my!" your mother cries, hand on her chest.

"what the hell is this?!" your father cries, lurching forward.

"wait, wait, wait! dad, wait!" you say, quickly standing and rounding your desk to stand between your parents and jeongguk, who frantically fumbles, trying to pull his jeans back up.

"why is a boy taking his pants off in front of you in your office?!"

"i told him to."

"you did what?!"

"wait, dad! that's not what i meant!" you cry, holding your hands out in front of you. "not like that! this is... well, i guess there's no time like the present. this is my... uh, friend, jeongguk. uh, jeongguk? these are my parents?"

"it's very nice— oh shit." jeongguk fixes his hold on his jeans, not properly done up yet, gathering the button and zipper and his belt in one hand to hold out the other towards your father. "it's very nice to meet you, sir. ma'am."

realising your father won't budge, your mother reaches out to gently shake jeongguk's hand with polite laughter.

"well, this is certainly one way to meet someone new," she says.

tripping over his foot, jeongguk stumbles slightly, almost losing his hold on his pants.

"uh, maybe you guys should go to dad's office?" you suggest. "maybe let jeongguk get dressed?"

"yes, of course," your mother says. "let's give him some space. come on, dear."

"we'll talk about this later," your father says, stern, not taking his eyes off jeongguk, even as your mother tugs on his arm to pull him out of the room.

"well," jeongguk says quietly over your shoulder, fixing his pants properly and doing up his belt. "that was... surprising."

"oh yeah. that's definitely how i wanted you to meet my parents. my dad loves you. my mother adores you. they'll be asking you to marry me next week, i just know it."

"hey, it could've been worse. i could've been completely naked."

you sigh, following your parents, arm outstretched to shut your office door. "you couldn't wait a couple hours to ask me about your stupid pants dilemma?"

"oh, um, wait! _____'s mom and dad!" jeongguk says, raising his hand just before your parents can leave your office entirely. "can i ask you both something?"

you whip your head around so fast, you're surprised you don't pull something in your neck.

"for the love of god, jeon jeongguk, don't," you say quietly, eyes wide.

jeongguk ignores you.

"do you think black slacks or navy blue slacks would look better on me?"

#jeon jeongguk #jungkook #bts #bts drabble #fwb!au #YOU HAVE MY NOTIFS ON?!#whyyyyyy #i cry that's so sweet????#also i true me style this is no where near drabble length #i have once again gotten carried away

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bangtaninink · 2 years

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SEND ME A <PROMPT + MEMBER + AU (OPTIONAL)> AND I’LL WRITE YOU A SHORT DRABBLE

“my cheeks are sweating... all four of them...”

“i’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

“a cookie can solve a lot of problems.”

“he must look and feel amazing. wow.”

“did it hurt... y’know... when you fell for me?”

“i know you’re my best friend, but sometimes i wanna make out with you. is that normal?”

“why’d you let go of me?!”

“how do you feel about being my nude model for the day?”

“stop calling me prince/princess!”

“i have, fortunately, been sexiled.”

“oh, thank god. you’re still here.”

“my mother adores you.”

“this isn’t the adrenaline talking, i swear.”

“you win.”

“fuck it; we ball.”

“hey, i think you’ve got the wrong number, but you know what? i love you too... whoever you are.”

“where are you eyebrows?!”

“you only get one shot, okay? do not miss your chance to blow!”

“i’m not acting pretty; i was born pretty.”

“you’d be so nice to come home to every day.”

“you seem to be enjoying beating the crap out of me quite a bit.”

“i have a special ringtone just for you.”

“you wanna fake date, and then get fake married, and then fake spend the rest of our lives together?”

“what doesn’t kill you only annoys you more.”

“we had sex last thursday.”

“my rock... my dwayne... my johnson...”

“kiss me. please.”

“we in this shit for life.”

a song, quote, or anything else your heart desires!

#i'll accept requests up until friday! :-)

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bangtaninink · 2 years

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you know what?

fuck it, we ball!!!!!

give me 5 mins and i'll open up another one of those drabble request things

#(even though i never properly finished the last one lol whoops my bad)

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bangtaninink · 2 years

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this is probably a very bad time to come back here and say i was thinking of starting a new wip with a 'military husband comes home' type of story..............................

#it was in my head before the announcement even came out :(#i watched too many of those 'military bf/husband/dad surprises their gf/wife/kids' videos #now idk if i could even bring myself to start a piece like that alksjdfh #not right now anyway...........

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bangtaninink · 2 years

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sneak peek

summary: what do you do when you come face-to-face with your favourite camgirl? namjoon can tell you.

part: 1

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“Joon. Joon. Joon. Kim-fucking-Namjoon, pick up your goddamn phone.”

“What? Huh?”

Yoongi sighs, one long, strong exhale through his nose.

“Your phone,” he repeats. “Take it off the fucking table because that buzzing is pissing me off.”

“Wh— oh shit. Right. Yeah. Sorry, hyung.”

Namjoon tears his eyes away from the computer screen, grabbing his phone from where it sits atop a stack of sheet music. It’s not a phone call, like he assumes it would be.

His eyes grow wide with surprise, before he turns to look at the clock on the computer, then back down at his phone.

“Shit, it’s already— uh, hyung? I gotta go.”

Yoongi looks up from his laptop at Namjoon, an eyebrow arched.

“Why?”

“Just… I got stuff to do. But, um, I’ll see you back at the dorm, hyung.”

Yoongi is silent for a beat, before he sighs again and turns back to his laptop.

“Fine. I don’t know if I’ll be back until tomorrow because I need to get this shit done, but whatever. You can go be weird at home then.”

Namjoon packs up his bag, logs off the computer and leaves the studio with a small wave in Yoongi’s direction where the elder is still sprawled out along the worn out sofa in the corner of the room. The building is near empty, not unusual considering how late it is, but even as he walks the halls to leave, he can hear the faint sound of a violin being played in a distant room, fading beautifully once he’s out of the building.

He speedwalks his way back to the dorm rooms, one strap of his bag slung over his shoulder. It’s during times like these that he thanks the highest of heavens that he’s been gifted long legs—whether or not he knows how to use them a hundred percent of the time is a different story.

He gets back to the dorm room with a little over five minutes to spare. It’s a mad dash for Namjoon to toe off his shoes, fling his bag into the corner of his bedroom onto a pile of clothes in desperate need of a wash, lock his door, turn on his laptop, and untangle his earphones before eleven o’clock hits, and he berates himself for being so careless and not keeping an eye out for the time.

“Thank God I remembered to set an alarm,” he mutters quietly to himself, logging in, and sliding his earbuds into his ears just as the stream goes live.

The viewer count increases exponentially, as it does every week without fail, and Namjoon takes a second to carry his laptop over to his bed, getting comfortable as you wait for everyone to join the stream before you start. He’s excited to see you dressed in a lace teddy, blush pink and form fitting, face cut off from view so that only your mouth can be seen. Namjoon watches, mesmerised, as you suck on a pink lollipop for a moment, before you’re baring pearly white teeth as you smile.

“Hey, everyone,” you greet with a little wave of your hand. Messages flood the comment section instantly, some, greetings in reply, others, less tasteful. “How’re you guys doin’ today?”

cherrylips37284: hey cutie ;) bigcockx69: fuck i wanna just cum all over your tits already ur such a gud girl

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x_redpantys_69420: shove that candy up ur pussy already bitch yum ;P 0shyguy1: hey kitten u look so pretty today :)

You’ve received 30 tokens from 0shyguy1! You’ve received 20 tokens from k1ttenxo!

“Aww, thank you!” you coo. “I feel kinda pretty in this today, actually. I’m glad you agree.”

Namjoon’s fingers start to type, not taking his eyes off of you.

NJ0912: you always look pretty though

You’ve received 15 tokens from NJ0912!

He thinks he’s imagining it, but he feels as if your smile grows as soon as his comment pops up.

“I swear you always make me blush, NJ. You better stop before my heart starts skipping beats, and I’ll have no choice but to send you the hospital bill.”

Namjoon feels giddy.

bigyj6: i think you always look pretty too!!!

You’ve received 35 tokens from bigyj6!

beastm0d3_: whats with sll this small talk?? get to the fucking already jfc

“Hmm, someone’s impatient,” you say, pouting around your lollipop. “Maybe I should tease you all because ‘beastm0d3_’ over here doesn’t know how to wait.”

Namjoon, not minding the prospect of a tease, chuckles quietly to himself at the onslaught of comments that follow.

sukmycock420: jfc asshole chill tf out it’s her livestream not urs ur not her fcukin master

You’ve received 20 tokens from sukmycock420! You’ve received 20 tokens from bigyj6!

4728_sub_x: if u can’t wait for AngelBaby to do her thing go find another stream to watch then bye mommysboi6_9_: don’t worry about that guy AngelBaby!!! beastm0d3_ has left the stream!

“Oops. Well, see you later, dude,” you say, laughing.

sukmycock420: good riddance hah k1ttenxo: he didn’t deserve to be watching your stream anyway babe x

“Meh. That’s fine. ‘beastm0d3_’ can do whatever he wants. Speaking of what anyone wants to do… any requests for tonight, guys?”

mommysboi6_9_: ANAL

“Very enthusiastic about anal there, ‘mommysboi’,” you say, grinning.

cherrylips37284: itd be great if that pink dildo u have makes an appearance again ;)

You’ve received 30 tokens from cherrylips37284!

k1ttenxo: spanking please!! x giantcxxk_6: butt plugs and vibrators NJ0912: edging?

Namjoon watches you lean forward to look at the comments better, notifications chiming as the gesture pushes your cleavage closer to the camera.

“Ooh, edging? That’s a first,” you say, pushing your lollipop from one side of your mouth to the other.

37384bigdaddy: slide onto my cock like a good girl maybe ;P

You giggle, saying, “oh, how I wish I could do that, ‘bigdaddy’,” blowing the camera a kiss.

You’ve received 50 tokens from 37384bigdaddy!

“Well, let’s take a vote between spanking and edging, because I like those two the best for tonight. Cast your votes in now, everyone!”

The comments fly past, quicker than Namjoon can read.

“Hmm, looks like it’s… edging?”

The notification chime rings like mad as token donation after token donation drops in at the choice. Namjoon watches as you sit back against the bed, top half of your face still out of frame even as you pull over a box of toys and dig around for a bottle of lube.

“Any music requests?” you ask, laying out a line of dildos and plugs before reaching for your phone. “I’m really digging this one artist though, on Soundcloud. I think his name’s RN? No, wait. RM.”

Wait. What did you just say?

“Really good stuff. Highly recommend to you guys if you like some, like, Drake-esque music,” you continue. “You know, like the easy listening, chill kind of rap.”

The noise that leaves Namjoon’s throat is not human. He’s so glad that Yoongi and Hoseok haven’t come home yet.

“Let’s put on… ‘Favorite Girl’. It’s one of my faves right now,” you say.

Namjoon can’t do anything except gawp at his laptop, overwhelmed with confusion and awe as his song—his song!—plays from a little pink speaker next to you when you pick up a little bullet vibrator, also pink, dragging it along your thighs slowly.

You’ve received 50 tokens from naughtygurlx3! You’ve received 75 tokens from sukmycock420!

sukmycock420: god ur fucking beautiful

You’ve received 50 tokens from k1ttenxo!

37384bigdaddy: fuck if i was that guy i’d be fuckin flattered

You’ve received 100 tokens from 37384bigdaddy! You’ve received 100 tokens from giantcxxk_6!

“Wait. I-is this kind of weird, guys?” you ask, gasping quietly as you drag the vibrator agonisingly slow along the lace that covers your folds. “I-I’m… I’m touching myself to… this guy’s music. D-do you think he’d be weirded out?”

You’ve received 20 tokens from NJ0912!

NJ0912: that RM guy would be crazy not to be flattered by someone as pretty as you enjoying his music NJ0912: if i were him, i’d be over the moon right now mommysboi6_9_: ^ agreed!

You’ve received 50 tokens from mommysboi6_9_!

You giggle softly, saying, “you’re sweet, ‘NJ’. You too, ‘mommysboi’.”

‘Favorite Girl’ transitions into another song on his mixtape, and Namjoon’s not even sure what he should be focused on right now: his voice pouring out of your speaker, or the way you turn off and drop the bullet vibrator to start to push a lubed up dildo into you.

It’s a solid six inches, and you’ve managed to push more than half of the dildo into yourself by the time he snaps back to reality, realising that he’s watching this stream for a reason. Your little gasps and moans never fail to have his body thrumming with heat, pants feeling a tad uncomfortable, and he, graced by the powers that be, manages to kick his sweatpants off without dropping his laptop.

You throw your head back against your bed, hips jerking and thighs starting to tremble slightly as you push the dildo in as far as it can go. The comments fly past, but Namjoon barely pays them any attention at this point, too entranced by the way your legs twitch with an impending orgasm.

A whine slips from your lips as you keen, back arching, and Namjoon licks his lips when you pull the dildo away completely, denying yourself the pleasure of coming.

NJ0912: you’re doing so well, angel

You’ve received 15 tokens from NJ0912!

He lets out a shaky exhale, watching as you slide your fingers into your mouth, dragging the tip of the dildo teasingly across your folds. Your moans mixing with his music is something Namjoon had no idea he needed to hear until tonight, watching as the candy in your mouth falls to the ground next to you, a thin string of saliva hanging from your lip. The comments continue to flood the chat, as expected, only increasing when you put the dildo down momentarily to untie the ribbon on your outfit, pushing the lace off your body to leave you completely naked in front of the camera. Namjoon presses his lips together to muffle a groan when you position yourself on your knees, holding the dildo between your thighs to slowly push yourself down onto it, mouth open in a small ‘O’. You let out a soft whine as you start to bounce up and down on the dildo slowly, hands coming up to hold your breasts, fingers creating dimples in your skin as you squeeze.

You sigh, throwing your head back against your bed, pinching your nipples between your thumb and finger, thighs starting to shake a little. Namjoon feels like he’s going crazy at all the sounds you’re making, at the way the dildo disappears inside of you, no doubt stretching you out every time you push down onto the toy. Unknowingly, his hand has reached into his boxers, fingers tightly wrapped around his dick as he strokes himself in time to your movements. He can only imagine what you’d feel like, bouncing up and down on his cock, letting out those cute, little whines and drowning out the sound of his songs in the background, and just the mere thought of it all has him a little lightheaded.

“Ah, I w-wanna come,” you moan, biting down on your lower lip until it’s a deep shade of pink.

sukmycock420: not yet, baby ;) lajdkfd213: keep riding daddy’s cock like a good girl 37384bigdaddy: fuck ur so beautiful babygirl xXx__9280473: no cumming until we say you can ;P

You feel yourself spurred on by the comments, heat building in your stomach as the telltale signs of an orgasm start to creep up on you; but you force yourself to slow down, delaying the prospect of climax for yourself with another whine.

You’ve received 100 tokens from 37384bigdaddy! You’ve received 50 tokens from sukmycock420! You’ve received 100 tokens from cherrylips37284! You’ve received 75 tokens from mommysboi6_9_!

You slowly pull the dildo out from between your legs, panting as you bring the toy to your lips, pushing it into your mouth in lieu of the candy.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Namjoon groans, eyebrows furrowing as he flicks his wrist and tugs his cock. The comments all seem to reflect the same sentiment, not stopping even as you sit back and spread your legs wider, slipping your free hand between your thighs to rub circles on your clit with a muffled moan. Namjoon lets out a shaky breath at the way your hips jerk at your touch, desperately seeking relief from the arousal that no doubt builds the longer you play with yourself, drool dripping down the length of the toy and onto your fingers.

He hates this whole Struggling College Student aesthetic of his, wanting nothing more than to be sending larger amounts of tokens to you in praise every week he tunes into your stream, barely managing to provide anymore than a hundred over the course of one session. You always do your best, and Namjoon wishes he could find another way to let you know.

“Let me come,” you whine, the tip of the dildo resting on your chin as you pause to take a breath.

lajdkfd213: say please ;D

“Please let me come,” you say, correcting yourself. “Haven’t I been a good girl?”

NJ0912: you’re always a good girl, angel mommysboi6_9_: ^^^

“Y-yeah? W-will you let me come? Please?”

sukmycock420: go on bro ;) let her giantcxxk_6: yeah let’s see our pretty girl cum all over her fingers

“Please, please, please.”

Fuck.

NJ0912: come for me, angel x

You gasp, dropping the dildo to reach down and push two fingers into yourself, thrusting your hand quickly to chase the building climax, other hand still frantically rubbing your clit.

“I-I… I-I’m coming,” you whine, arching your back. “I’m coming. Ah!”

A long, drawn out moan slips from your lips as you feel yourself clench around your fingers, thighs shaking as you come, feeling your whole body thrum with warmth as you finally orgasm.

When the tingles of overstimulation start to hit, you sit back and pull your fingers out, chest heaving as you pant before you’re cleaning your fingers with kittenish licks of your tongue. You giggle at the tokens and comments dropping as you relax again, watching as you’re showered with praise.

“You guys are cute,” you say, grinning as you cross your legs shut. “Anyways. I should let you guys go. I’m sure we’ve all got some cleaning up to do now.”

Namjoon looks down at his lap, and lo and behold, he’s confronted by the wet patch on the front of his boxers. He hadn’t even realised he’d come when you did, too focused on the way you’d keened at the sensation, and he chuckles, embarrassed as he reaches for the box of tissues on his bedside locker.

“Also,” you continue. “Just a heads up. I might be late to the stream next week.”

Huh? Late?

“I’m gonna be transferring colleges in a couple days, so it might take me a while to get settled… figure out if I can stream in my new dorm room and all that.” You laugh quietly. “I’ll still make sure to try and do the usual Thursday night stream, but just in case I don’t, at least you guys will know, right? Make sure to turn on the notifications to make sure you don’t miss out on the stream whenever it does happen.”

Huh. A new college. Interesting.

“As always, guys, thank you so much for tuning in, whether this was your first time or not. I always appreciate all the comments and tokens. I’ve had my eye on a new set of lingerie, so I might be able to buy it now with you guys’ generous donations! I’ll see you guys soon, okay?”

Namjoon is quick to type out one last message in the comments.

NJ0912: thank you x til next time, angel

He watches as you blow a kiss towards the camera before shutting off the stream, and all at once, he’s left on his own, with come slowly drying on his crotch and underwear, thighs hot from where his laptop had been resting. He shuts it with a groan before carefully climbing off his bed, waddling off to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

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“And this is the Social Sciences building, where I imagine you’ll be spending a majority of your time, right?” Hoseok says.

“I think so, yeah,” you reply with a smile, looking up at the vast expanse of the building.

“You said your major is sociology, yeah?” You nod in reply. “That’s cool. One of my best friends is a sociology and anthropology double major.”

“Oh, really? A junior as well?”

“Nah, he’s a senior, like me. Actually… speak of the devil, and the devil shall appear. Namjoon! Hey, guys!” Hoseok waves his arm frantically, and you follow his line of sight, gaze falling on a group of guys redirecting to head your way. “Namjoon’s the one in the glasses. With the blonde hair.”

You shift your gaze towards the one Hoseok has just described, and, oh. Oh wow.

“‘Sup, hyung? You doing another tour?” one of the guys says, sipping loudly on a carton of banana milk.

“Yeah. Guys this is _____. She just transferred here today,” Hoseok says, motioning to you.

“Hey,” you say with a small wave, fixing the strap of your bag on your shoulder. “Nice to meet you guys.”

“This is Seokjin hyung, Masters student; his boyfriend, Jimin, environmental science major; Taehyung, theatre major; Yoongi hyung, sound production major; Taehyung’s boyfriend, Jeongguk, computer science major; and Namjoon, sociology and anthropology major, like I said before.”

“Nerd alert,” Jimin says, grinning.

“What’s your major, _____?” Taehyung asks.

“I’m a sociology major,” you answer.

“Oh, no way! Same as you, hyung!” Jeongguk says, smacking Namjoon’s arm. “Hyung? Hyung. Namjoon hyung.”

“Huh? What? Shit, sorry,” Namjoon says, coughing awkwardly.

“Dude. You good?” Hoseok asks, eyebrows furrowed. “You look like you just tripped into an alternate universe for a hot minute there.”

“What. No. Yeah. Nah, I’m good. I’m good.”

“You sound high,” Yoongi comments, frowning. “Are you fuckin’ high?”

“No. No, hyung, I’m good,” Namjoon says, insistent. “Just… thought she was someone I knew, that’s all. Your name’s _____?”

“Yeah,” you reply with a small nod. “You’re… Namjoon? Hoseok sunbae’s friend?”

“That’s, uh… yep, that’s me.”

“God, you’re being so weird right now,” Yoongi says, sighing.

“Anyway,” Hoseok says. “I should probably finish off the tour, and let you get to your dorm to unpack your stuff and whatnot. We’ll leave these losers alone. I was gonna properly introduce you to Namjoon in case you needed a tutor or somethin’, ‘cause this guy’s top of the class, but… I dunno. He’s havin’ a weird day. I’ll do that later.”

“That’s all good,” you say, laughing. “It was nice meeting you all!”

“You too,” Taehyung says. “See you around, _____. Hope you like it here.”

“Sorry about him,” Hoseok says as you both walk away, chuckling and shaking his head.

“It’s fine,” you reply, laughing. “Maybe he just had a lot on his mind.”

“Maybe. I dunno. He’s a genius when it comes to the books, but everywhere else… he’s a goddamn idiot. Anyway. C’mon. I’ll show you the rest of the campus.”

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“Hyung, we’re gonna go get some nachos. You comin’?” Jimin asks. Namjoon doesn’t respond, but continues to stare off into space, in the direction that you and Hoseok had left in. “Okay, seriously. Should we be taking him to the hospital or something?”

“Yeah,” Taehyung says, furrowing his eyebrows. “I thought I was the one that was easily distracted. Hyung’s comin’ for my brand.”

Heaving a loud sigh, Yoongi ruffles his hair before stepping forward, right in Namjoon’s line of sight.

“Kim fuckin’ Namjoon, can you pull yourself together for a second?” he says, glaring. “Look, if you smoked or snorted something earlier, just say so. At least then we have something to blame for you being such a spaz right now.”

Namjoon blinks quickly, attention returning to the present, eyes widening when he realises the elder standing in front of him.

“Sorry,” he says, chuckling meekly.

“Dude. What is up with you?” Seokjin asks, eyebrows furrowed. “Are you sick?”

“I don’t think so, hyung.”

“I beg to differ,” Yoongi says, scoffing.

“Maybe you should chill out and rest or somethin’, hyung,” Taehyung suggests.

“Yeah,” Jeongguk says. “Maybe that Freud guy fried your brain or something.”

“Yeah.”

“Nah. Nah, guys, seriously. I’m good. I just thought I’d seen _____ somewhere, that’s all.”

“Hey, she’s kinda pretty, don’t you think?” Jimin says. “Speaking from a gay guy’s perspective and all, I mean.”

“I was gonna say!” Jeongguk says, nodding. “I’m gonna ask her what she uses on her lips. Her lip colour was pretty.”

“You gonna ask her and give me a pretty little kiss, handsome?” Taehyung asks, eyebrow arched as he flicks the underside of the younger’s chin.

“Hell yeah, hyung.”

“Gag,” Yoongi says, rolling his eyes. “Can we go? We look like a bunch of dorks just hangin’ out here doing fuck all.”

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When Namjoon gets back home, he shuffles into his room, still a bit dumbfounded.

_____.

It’s you. It’s definitely you, and Namjoon has no idea what he’s supposed to do with that information. A part of him feels like it’s not right that he knows your actual name, when everyone only knows you as AngelBaby; it feels like a violation of something, but still also makes him a little giddy that you, his favourite camgirl, goes to the same college as him—and studies the same major as him, no less!

He chuckles and carelessly throws his bag onto his bed, beside himself at everything that’s happened today. Namjoon knows he should probably study, well aware that he’s got a paper due in a couple of weeks, but he can’t seem to pull himself towards his desk and open up his books, too caught up in the fact that he’s met you—that he’s stood within three feet of you.

Namjoon could die peacefully right about now.

He takes his glasses off and pinches the bridge of his nose, rolling his shoulders back to ease the tension, and Namjoon’s in the middle of stretching when his phone starts to ring.

“Yeah?” he answers.

“Yo, do we have food there, or should we order in?” Hoseok asks. Oh right, Namjoon thinks. Dinner on Wednesday happens here.

“Uh… I don’t think we’ve got anything here, except a packet of ramen, and some yogurt that I’m pretty sure has expired.”

“Yeah, thought so. Alright cool. Are you good with fried chicken, dude?”

“Sounds good to me, Seok.”

“Alright. We’ll be there in twenty.”

“Coo—”

“Oh, also we invited _____ to come along to dinner too, so maybe tidy up the place and make sure we don’t have nasty shit lyin’ around.”

Wait, what?

Hoseok hangs up before Namjoon can react, and for a moment, he stands in his room, staring down at his phone, speechless.

You’re… coming over?

“...oh, fuck.”

In full panic mode, Namjoon starts to pace around his room, eyes frantically looking everywhere for anything that may incriminate him.

Dirty boxers. Used tissues that he didn’t manage to shoot into the trash can from his bed. His laptop.

Namjoon has half a mind to throw his laptop out the window, convinced you being in the presence of it is enough for you to get wind of him constantly watching your cam shows. He’s being delusional, of course, but he can’t help but stress. He has twenty minutes to get his shit together, and he starts to work double time.

By the time Yoongi’s punching in the code at the door, Namjoon has sprayed enough Febreeze in every room to mask even an iota of anything ‘boyish’.

“...only ten thousand Won?” Namjoon hears Jeongguk saying, eyes wide.

“Yeah. Swear on my life,” you say, laughing. “It’s that good, I always buy two or three at a time. Actually, if you want, after dinner, you can come up and I’ll give you my spare to try out.”

“Wait, really? You sure?”

“Jeongguk, oh my God, just take the offer,” Taehyung says, rolling his eyes with a grin. “If _____’s lipstick makes your lips half as enticing as hers, I’ll be all over you in a heartbeat, babe.”

You laugh and shake your head, stopping when you see Namjoon in the living room, Febreeze bottle in one hand, and magazine in the other. You smile, bowing your head.

“Hi, sunbae,” you greet.

“Uh… hey,” Namjoon says, blinking. “Hey, guys.”

“_____, ignore this idiot, please,” Yoongi says, cutting through the living room, not caring when he ‘accidentally’ shoulders Namjoon. “If you see anything around the apartment that kinda looks like fertiliser, that’s just whatever strain of weed Namjoon happens to be smokin’.”

“I haven’t smoked any weed, hyung,” Namjoon says, clearing his throat and putting the magazine back down on the coffee table.

“Take a seat wherever you want,” Hoseok says. “Promise the couch and bean bags are safe to sit on.”

You laugh and walk over to the sofa after toeing your shoes off, taking a seat down between Jeongguk and Jimin.

“I feel like I should’ve made a jjigae or something,” Seokjin says, sitting down on one of the bean bags. “We can’t be eating all this fried shit and expect to maintain this clear-ass skin.”

“I don’t think jjigae is gonna be much help, hyung,” Yoongi says, ruffling his hair.

“Pfft. Whatever, Mr. Honey Skin.”

“Hey, _____. You want Coke or Sprite?” Hoseok asks, head sticking out from the kitchen.

“I’m good with anything, sunbae,” you reply, looking over your shoulder.

“Sprite it is. Only the cool kids drink Sprite, you know.”

“Oh, for sure.”

“So, _____. Where were you before coming here?” Taehyung asks, sitting down on Jeongguk’s knee, despite all the free seats.

“I was at Deokseong Women’s up until transferring here.”

“Damn, that’s pretty far. How’d you end up here?”

“Uh, scholarship,” you say. “It took forever to get approved, but I made it eventually. Halfway through my junior year.”

“Wow. Just what our group needs: another super nerd,” Jimin teases, rolling his eyes playfully.

“I am definitely not a super nerd.” You laugh, shaking your head. “I just really liked the idea of going to school closer to the city.”

Namjoon emerges from the bathroom, sans Febreeze bottle, nervously wiping his hands on the sides of his jeans, hesitating between joining everyone in the living room or disappearing into the kitchen. He sighs inwardly when Hoseok emerges with a tray of drinks, setting it down onto the coffee table in the centre of the room, and takes a seat across from you on the other side of the table, legs crossed.

“Yo, who’s got the number for the good fried chicken place?” Hoseok asks, taking a seat down on the ground between Yoongi’s legs, glass of Sprite cradled between his hands.

“Oh, yep. Gimme a sec,” Seokjin says, pulling out his phone. “How much are we ordering today?”

“Let’s go ham,” Jeongguk announces, leaning back against the sofa. “We haven’t had chicken in so long, hyung.”

“Cool. So… you’re gonna pay then.”

“Hah. Yeah… um, about that…”

“I’ll pay,” you say, taking a sip.

The room erupts into protest.

“No way, friend-o,” Taehyung says, playfully smacking your knee. “We are not making you pay on your first dinner with us.”

“Aww, come on! I insist,” you reply. “It’s the least I could do for you guys after inviting me over tonight.”

“Nope,” Jimin says. “I’m pretty sure it’s Namjoon hyung’s turn to pay this time, so let him and his wallet worry about paying for the chicken.”

“But—”

“Seriously, _____,” Yoongi says, sitting down on one of the arm rests of the sofa. “Let Soundcloud fund our weekly dinner.”

“Um… Soundcloud?”

“Mhm. Hyung’s made it big on Soundcloud over the last few months—these three hyungs have, actually,” Jeongguk says, motioning to Namjoon, Yoongi, and Hoseok.

“Woah, that’s super cool,” you say, eyes wide. “What kind of music do you guys make?”

“Should we show you?” Hoseok says, sitting up suddenly.

“Dude. That’s fuckin’ embarrassing,” Yoongi groans, hiding a smile behind his glass. “Make like Kendrick, and be humble.”

“Humble shmumble, hyung. Jeongguk, you left your speaker in my room, right?”

“Is that where it is?!” Jeongguk cries. “God, I’ve been looking for that all week!”

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The group is half way through the second jumbo box of special seasoned fried chicken when Yoongi’s mixtape comes to an end and transitions into one of Namjoon’s.

Recognising the opening to ‘tokyo’, you drop the piece of chicken in your grasp, eyes wide, sauce stuck to the corners of your lips as you turn to Namjoon, who meets your gaze, cup raised halfway to his lips.

“You’re… y-you’re…” you stutter. “You’re RM?”

“Um. Yes?” Namjoon replies.

“Holy shit. Holy shit. Woah, woah, woah. Wow. Okay. Wow.”

“Huh. I think she’s a fan, hyung,” Taehyung says, laughing.

“Here, _____,” Jimin says, holding out a napkin. “Wipe the sauce and drool from your face, girl.”

“Sunbae… ‘mono’ is a work of art, I swear to God,” you say, taking the napkin without taking your eyes off of Namjoon. “‘everythingoes’ made me cry like a little baby in my dorm room when I first heard it. That’s… probably really weird to say, but… oh, and ‘seoul’? I think that’s my favourite track. Oh, and your first mixtape? It is so cool. Every song on there is a jam. Like...”

“Yeah,” Seokjin says, humming thoughtfully as he reaches for another piece of chicken. “I think she might be a fan.”

“Um. Thank… you, I guess?” Namjoon says, chuckling nervously as he rubs the back of his neck. “Sorry. It’s weird to hear someone other than these guys talk about my stuff like… that.”

“This is insane. I think I’m gonna cry,” you say, laughing as you sit back against the sofa cushions, dumbfounded with realisation.

“Should we be offended that she’s not reacting the same way to our mixtapes, hyung?” Hoseok laughs, nudging Yoongi’s shoulder; the elder chuckles in response.

“Holy shit. I should follow you guys on Soundcloud too.” You scramble to find your phone, licking the sauce off your fingers as you type. “I feel like I just met a bunch of celebrities. Do you guys do live performances as well, or just stick to posting online?”

“We’ll do a gig here and there if there are spots available at some of the clubs in Hongdae,” Yoongi replies with a shrug. “Jeongguk’ll join us once in a while if he’s not busy trying to devour Taehyung’s face.”

“Oh? You rap too?”

“Nah, not really. I’m more of a vocalist than anything just to help the hyungs out,” Jeongguk says, reaching for another wing.

“And, funnily enough, Jeongguk makes me a vocalist every night, if you get my drift,” Taehyung adds, grinning.

“That’s disgusting,” Seokjin sighs. “You kids can leave. I don’t need to hear another story about how Jeongguk broke another headboard while fucking you, Taehyung.”

“Speaking of breaking headboards,” Hoseok says, nudging your knee. “Are you seeing anyone, _____?”

“Nah. I’m a single pringle,” you reply, shrugging.

“But are you ready to mingle?”

“Wait. Are you hitting on _____, Seok? That’s fucking embarrassing, doing it right out in the open,” Yoongi says, grimacing.

“Hyung. I’m gay.”

“...oh, right.”

Hoseok looks at you, rolling his eyes; you laugh in response.

“I mean… I dunno. I guess I’m down to mingle. It’s not necessarily a priority though,” you say. “If it happens, it happens. I don’t wanna force it.”

“Is that something that’s taught in Sociology 101 or something?” Jimin asks, laughing. “Namjoon hyung says the exact same thing when his mother asks him how his love life’s going.”

“Your mom asks you about your love l—” Jeongguk asks.

“Thank you, Jimin, for your ever lovely input,” Namjoon interrupts, clearing his throat. “If no one’s eating that last wing, I’m taking it.”

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“She’s really cute,” Hoseok says, packing up the empty boxes with a chuckle.

“Who, _____?” Yoongi asks, picking up the cups. “She is, yeah.”

“You’ll think she’ll want to keep hanging out with us?”

“Depends.”

“On?”

“How inclined she is to forgive Namjoon for being a walking, talking dumbass.”

“Hey,” Namjoon says, frowning.

“I mean, hyung kinda has a point, dude. You’ve been acting really weird lately,” Hoseok says, throwing everything into the trash can. “What gives?”

“I’m not being weird.”

Hoseok and Yoongi both stop, shooting Namjoon a pointed look.

“Okay, fine. I’m being a little weird,” Namjoon says, sighing. “I dunno. I guess I just have a lot on my mind right now. Assignments and whatever. You guys know what I mean.”

“Must be some assignment if it’s got the smartest dude in the class spacing out so much,” Yoongi scoffs.

“Well, I’d offer to help, but I dunno how much help I’ll be,” Hoseok says, patting Namjoon’s shoulder as he passes him on the way to the kitchen.

“Nah, it’s fine, man. You got your own shit to worry about.”

“I hope you figure your shit out soon, Joon, because you’re starting to look very uncool,” Yoongi says.

“Yeah, no, I’ll… I’ll sort myself out soon, hyung. Sorry.”

#kim namjoon #RM #bts #bangtan #camgirl!au

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bangtaninink · 2 years

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hi frens!! :-) idk who's up rn or anything but i have two wips i could post as ongoing series that surprisingly! are not jjk-centric for once LMAOOO i do plan on posting both eventually, but i just wanted to see what everyone preferred to see first!!! ♡

so uhhh let me know if you'd rather:

camgirl!au with namjoon, or

zombie apocalypse!au with hobi

( how cool would it be if tumblr did polls................ )

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bangtaninink · 2 years

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i'm too lit to dim down a notch viii

Summary: Jeongguk is the new kid in town. Kind of. He’s looking for an Authentic College Experience™, and you have no problem helping him out with achieving that (fratboy!AU)

Part: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7

〰️

As expected, the Yonsei team is beaten with very little effort, Jeongguk striking out three batters within the first inning.

“The man is a goddamn beast,” Taehyung says, clapping and yelling over the loud cheering as the game comes to a close. “I’m so glad he’s with us.”

“You’re telling me,” you say, laughing. “Come on. Let’s go meet up with him.”

“Yo, _____,” Yoongi says, leaning over Taehyung. “You working tonight?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“After party. Duh.”

“Will Jeongguk even wanna come out? He’s got swim practice tomorrow morning.”

“We can just ask him,” Taehyung suggests, shrugging.

You and the rest of the Beta Tau brothers leave the stands to go meet the rest of the team out of the Yonsei campus, waiting by the front gates as other students and spectators disperse and walk off in different directions.

“Yo! Jeongguk! Over here!” Hoseok cries out, waving his arm above his head.

You watch Jeongguk jog over to where you’re all standing, one strap of his bag slung over his shoulder.

“Hey, hey, superstar,” Namjoon says, clapping Jeongguk’s shoulder. “Great job today — as usual.”

“Thanks, hyung,” Jeongguk replies, chuckling as he sweeps his hair back out of his eyes, throwing on a cap. “As if you guys came all the way out to watch the game though.”

“Pfft. Please,” Jimin says. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world, dude. You checked your phone yet?”

“Nope. Too scared to.”

“Hey, Guk. We’re going out tonight to celebrate the win since _____’s working. You in?” Yoongi asks, patting his pockets in search of his lighter, cigarette tucked behind his ear.

Jeongguk turns to look at you, eyebrows raised.

“You’re working tonight, noona?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you reply, nodding. “Wait. Why do you look disappointed?”

“Probably wanted to see you pop off on the dancefloor with the rest of the Hot Box girls,” Taehyung says, grinning as he nudges Jeongguk’s side.

You snort and roll your eyes.

“We’re not freshmen anymore, Tae.”

“Ah, the good ol’ days.” Taehyung and Jimin sigh wistfully.

“Guk. Yes or no?” Yoongi asks, eyebrow raised as he exhales smoke.

“Mmm.” Jeongguk looks around, eyes eventually falling on you. “Yeah, sure. Why not? YOLO, or whatever Drake said.”

“Perfect. Seok, send out a memo.”

“Way ahead of you, hyung,” Hoseok says, lifting his phone and pointing it at Jeongguk.

Taehyung leans over to get in frame, Jimin and Namjoon following suit just as Hoseok takes a few pictures.

〰️

Jeongguk trudges over to the bar with a deep exhale, putting his empty glass down.

“You alright, superstar?” you ask, amused as you wipe newly washed glasses.

“My cheeks hurt,” he says, jutting out his bottom lip. “Too many pictures with people I don’t even know.”

“Ooft. Sounds like hell. Refill?”

Jeongguk shakes his head.

“Just water with ice this time, noona. I still have practice tomorrow morning.”

“Smart man. Can’t believe you came out in the first place,” you say, putting a new glass down in front of him, taking his empty one away.

He shrugs, saying, “thought I might as well live a little, y’know?”

“Mmm. No better way to live than to get drunk the night before swim practice at seven AM the next morning.”

Jeongguk sighs before downing half the glass of water.

“Fingers crossed I don’t throw up in the pool tomorrow, hey.”

“Oh, but that sounds fun. Why wouldn’t you wanna do that?” you say, grinning.

“Do you get a break at all tonight, noona?”

“Mmm, maybe in about half an hour for a little bit. Why?”

“Wanna dance with you,” Jeongguk says, nonchalant.

“Oh yeah? Is that a challenge to a dance battle, Jeon Jeongguk?”

“Oh, I don’t think you could beat me in a dance battle. No offense, noona.”

You narrow your eyes, to which Jeongguk’s grin only seems to grow bigger the more he teases.

“You better watch yourself, babe, or there won’t be any swimming or pitching for you anymore.”

“Oof. I’m so scared,” he replies, winking as he finishes his glass of water.

“When did you grow balls and learn to start talking back, huh?”

You see more than hear Jeongguk throw his head back and laugh, reaching over the bar to grab your hand, thumb rubbing the inside of your wrist.

“Just kiddin’. Will you come find me when you’re on your break? If I don’t catch you first, I mean.”

You laugh quietly, nodding and patting his cheek.

“I will,” you say. “Now go have fun. I’ll join you in a sec.”

Later, true to your word, you put your apron away below the bar and fix your hair, patting your manager’s shoulder in thanks as you pass him for letting you finish your shift a whole hour and a half early to join the rest of the group. You weave through the crowd of people with a can of soda, heading straight to your friends’ usual table, almost instantly met with loud cheers.

“Hey! On break?” Taehyung asks, nuzzling the side of your head when you come over to hug him.

“Finished,” you reply. “Got let off early.”

“Woo! I like the sound of that!”

“Where’s Jeongguk?”

“Think he went to take a piss. He’ll be back in a sec.” You look around the floor anyway, chin tilted in an attempt to see over the sea of heads in the way. “Hey, hey. Everything okay with you two? Anything I should know about?”

You look at Taehyung, chuckling at the raised eyebrow and fought grin.

“Don’t know,” you reply honestly. “I’m not really sure what’s up with us yet.” Taehyung nods with understanding. “I’ll let you know though if something happens.”

“I know. Otherwise it’s just gonna be Yoongi hyung 2.0.”

“Oh God. Don’t ever bring that up again. Please.”

“Man, I love my frat brother, but seeing his dick in my sister’s pussy so early in the morning was not the greatest sight to see.”

“Tae!”

Taehyung laughs loud enough to be heard over the music, hardly budging when you hit his arm in protest.

“Okay, okay. I won’t talk about it anymore. Guk’s here anyway,” he says, jerking his chin towards Jeongguk as he walks up to you both with elated steps.

“You’re free, noona!” Jeongguk says, grinning wide enough for his eyes to scrunch up.

“For the rest of the night,” you reply, winking.

“Wait, really? That’s awesome!”

“Isn’t it, Guk?” Taehyung says, clapping the younger’s shoulder with a cheeky smile. “I’m gonna go get another drink.”

You roll your eyes at your brother, but smile when he nuzzles your head again and pats Jeongguk’s shoulder before walking off and disappearing into the crowd.

“Dance with me.”

You look at Jeongguk, eyebrow raised.

“Now?” you ask.

“Yeah.”

“Alright, superstar. Since you asked so nicely.”

You take a sip of your soda before leaving the half empty can down on the nearest table, Jeongguk taking your hand and leading you onto the dancefloor, past where the rest of his fraternity brothers are huddled around with other fraternity and sorority members.

The song shifts into something less hectic, something with a deeper bass that has the floor vibrating enough for you to feel it even through your sneakers. The atmosphere seems to change almost instantly in the air, movements becoming slower and more pronounced, smoother and more intentional. Your hips seem to move on their own, swaying to the beat, slowing when you feel Jeongguk’s arms wrap around your waist, warm breath ghosting against the shell of your ear.

With a smile, you shut your eyes, leaning back to sink into Jeongguk’s chest as he sways you both in time to the music, singing the lyrics to you, and only you.

“I feel a little rush, I think I’ve got a little crush on you,” he sings. “I hope it’s not too much, but girl when I’m with you I hear it, my heart’s singing.”

You draw in a shaky breath when you feel Jeongguk’s lip ghost along the curve of your neck, goosebumps rising on your skin as you rest your head back against his shoulder, still swaying even as the song comes to an end and switches to new one, Rihanna’s voice filling the air.

“Noona.” You open your eyes, turning to look up at him. “Can I kiss you again?”

You chuckle quietly before you nod, letting him turn you around and cradle your jaw in his hand before leaning in to press his lips to yours. Your eyes flutter shut again, hands resting on his chest as you kiss him back, and you moan when you feel the tip of his tongue brush against yours.

“Jeongguk,” you say when he pulls back for a breath, forehead resting on his. “Guk, do you—”

“Hey! Jeongguk sunbaenim, right?”

The both of you turn when a voice cuts in, coming face to face with a girl and her friends, waiting and chattering excitedly amongst themselves.

��Can we get a picture with you?” the girl asks, holding her phone. “Please?”

“Oh. Uh…” Jeongguk says, looking back and forth between you and the girls. “Well, I—”

“Please?”

“Hey. It’s fine, babe,” you say, patting the small of his back.

“Wait. Noona, you can st—”

“Nah, it’s alright. I’ll just be at the table with the rest of the guys. Come find me when you’re done being a superstar.”

“Are you sure?” Jeongguk asks, sighing quietly.

“Cross my heart, Guk.”

“Alright. I’ll be right over. I won’t take too long, noona.”

“Have fun.”

You weave through the crowd of people, heading back towards where Namjoon and Yoongi are sitting with a few other fraternity brothers, not seeing the way Jeongguk’s gaze follows you until you’re out of sight.

“Hey, hey,” Namjoon says, sliding aside to make room for you in the booth. “On break?”

“Finished, actually,” you say. “Got let off early tonight.”

“Oh nice! Are you going to be staying out for very long then?”

“Mmm…” You look out into the crowd, eyes searching for one thing — one person — only. “Not sure. Got an early start tomorrow, so I might head home soon, actually.”

“Aww.”

“Hey, hey. _____,” Yoongi says, reaching over Namjoon to tap your arm. “What’re you doing tonight?”

“Going to bed.” Your eyes narrow with suspicion at the smile playing on his lips. “Why?” You watch Yoongi raise his glass, eyebrows wiggling as he shakes the cubes of ice in the glass. “Oh my fucking God. Please don’t tell me that’s whiskey.”

“What can I say? We’re celebrating, aren’t we?”

“Oppa,” you chuckle. “I’m really not in the mood tonight.”

“Are you sure?”

“One hundred percent, yeah.”

“Fine, fine,” Yoongi says, sighing. “I’ll find someone else then.”

“Noona!”

You turn back towards the dancefloor, spotting Jeongguk emerging from the crowd. You walk over to meet him, amused as you watch him try to avoid being stopped again.

“You’re very popular tonight, Guk,” you say, laughing.

“Unfortunately,” he replies, rubbing the back of his neck. “I, um… so… earlier…”

“Yes?”

He meets your eye, chuckling softly at the way you arch a brow.

“Do you… I-I mean… are we…”

“Ladies and gentlemen!” the DJ announces, music paused. “Tonight, we’re joined by a special guest! Everyone make some noise for the pride and joy of SNU: the one, the only... Jeon Jeongguk!”

“What.”

Jeongguk’s eyes grow wide with surprise at the call of his name, the crowd erupting into wild cheers and applause.

“Guk!” Jimin cries, emerging from the sea of people.

“Wait, wait, wait!” Jeongguk says, trying to pull away from people’s grasp. “Noona?!”

“Hey,” you say, smiling softly as you try to tamper down your disappointment. “Go celebrate. It’s your night tonight.”

“W-what about you?”

“I’ll be fine. I might head home anyways. I’m a bit tired from work, and I got yoga in the morning.”

“Lemme walk you home,” Jeongguk offers.

“Nah, it’s alright.”

“But—”

“There you are! C’mon, dude! Listen to that crowd!” Hoseok cries, drink in hand as he stumbles towards Jeongguk.

Jeongguk turns to look at you, eyes apologetic.

“It’s okay,” you reassure him, smiling. “I’m a big girl. I’ll see you tomorrow for Photography anyway.” You step forward, pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips, which seems to alleviate his sadness a little. “Go get ‘em, tiger.”

〰️

“Yo, Guk! Over here, dude!” Hoseok calls out, waving his arm.

“Morning, hyung,” Jeongguk says, combing his fingers through his damp hair.

“God, I could not imagine having to willingly wake up at the ass crack of dawn for anything,” Taehyung says, frowning as he takes a sip of Red Bull. “You’re either dedicated as fuck, or insane, man.”

Jeongguk shrugs, chuckling.

“Summer is so fuckin’ close, you guys. These next two weeks couldn’t go by any slower,” Jimin says, groaning.

“Oh, that reminds me. Have either of you booked the hotel yet? For the BSB?” Hoseok asks, looking between Taehyung and Jimin.

“I called the place, but I haven’t finalised anything yet, hyung,” Taehyung says. “Basically just gave them a heads up that we were coming. Still need everyone to confirm if they’re going or not.”

“Alright. I’ll send out a memo later to get those final numbers for you.”

“You’re coming, right, superstar?” Namjoon says, nudging Jeongguk’s leg with his foot.

“Uh, sure, I guess,” Jeongguk says, shrugging again.

“Not that you have much of a choice,” Yoongi says, snorting. “Jin hyung’ll probably kick you out if you don’t.”

“Hmm? What am I gonna do?” Seokjin asks, approaching the group.

“You’ll kick Guk out of Beta Tau if he doesn’t come to the BSB.”

“Pfft. Please. I won’t kick you out, Guk.”

“Oh. Oka—”

“But if you don’t come, you’re dead to me.” Seokjin smiles, clapping the younger on his shoulder.

“Well there’s your answer,” Namjoon says, laughing. “Nah, it’ll be good. Get a nice tan by the sea side and shit.”

“Can’t wait to forget everything I’ve learnt,” Taehyung says, grinning.

“Gonna be so fuckin’ good, considering our budget got bumped up this year — thanks to Guk here,” Jimin adds, nudging the younger’s side.

“Honestly, if our budget increases again next year, we might be able to open up for plus ones,” Hoseok says, shrugging.

“How long’s the trip?” Jeongguk asks, ruffling his hair.

“‘Bout a week. Why?”

“Why?” Jimin asks, grinning cheekily. “Worried about being away from _____ for too long, huh?”

“Wh— I was just asking!”

Jeongguk shakes his head, taking a sip of water to avoid the conversation.

“Hey. Anyone got a pen I can borrow real quick?”

Jeongguk proceeds to promptly spit out every last drop.

“Yeah, gimme a sec,” Namjoon says, reaching into his bag.

Jimin whistles appreciatively, not bothering to hide the way he gives you a once over. Jeongguk’s fist beats against his chest as he coughs.

“Good fucking morning to me,” he says, eyebrows raised.

“What?” you ask, reaching for Namjoon’s pen, scribbling on the palm of your hand.

“Excuse me, my child. Why are you half naked at eight-thirty in the morning on a Monday?” Seokjin asks, arms crossed against his chest as he takes in your cropped singlet and tight-fitting bicycle shorts.

“Huh? Oh. Yoga.”

“Wow. Is it too late to sign up for the Yoga Club?” Jimin mutters quietly.

“Dude. Don’t be gross about my sister in front of me,” Taehyung says, frowning. “You alright, Guk?”

“Yep. Mhm. I’m great,” Jeongguk replies, voice strained as he rubs his chest and coughs.

“It’s too bad we can’t take _____ with us on the BSB, hey?” Jimin says, nudging Jeongguk’s side again.

“Park Jimin, shut the fuck up. I beg of you,” Seokjin sighs.

“What? I’m just saying what all of us are thinking!”

“Right. Well. I gotta bolt and leave you creeps,” you say, handing Namjoon his pen back, eyebrow raised. “I’ll see you at Photography, Guk!”

“Yep,” Jeongguk says, voice cracking.

Yoongi hums softly, straight faced as they all watch you walk off.

“Should we budget in just one non-frat brother, maybe?” he says, nonchalant as he picks up his bag.

“Wow,” Taehyung and Seokjin say.

〰️

Summer eventually rolls around, much to everyone’s delight, and all cares are promptly dropped and forgotten about.

The Beta Tau Sigma house quickly becomes a chaotic flurry of men running in and out of rooms as they pack, very little of the fraternity paying you any attention as you lay strewn across the sofa in the living area, scrolling, bored, on your phone.

“Sis!”

You look up to see Taehyung at the top of the staircase, two pairs of shorts in his hands.

“Pink or purple?” he asks.

“Mmm, purple,” you reply.

“Yeah? It’s not too… Hulk-y?”

“Nah, you’ll be fine.”

“Sweet. Thank you!”

“_____. Black or white?” Yoongi says, also at the top of the stairs, a handful of clothes in his grasp.

“Why do you bother asking? You know you’re gonna pick black,” you reply with a scoff.

“Just checking you’ve still got your head screwed on properly.”

You shake your head and chuckle as they both walk off, disappearing into their rooms as you turn your attention back to your phone.

You’re almost finishing opening and replying to a string of Snaps when you feel the sofa dip at your feet. You look up to watch Jeongguk sigh and ruffle his hair, resting his head against the back of the sofa.

“You alright, superstar?” you ask, amused.

“I don’t remember packing being so exhausting,” he says, groaning.

“It’s not. It’s packing in a frat house that’s exhausting.”

“Ah. Right.”

“Did you ever set up your Snapchat, Guk?”

“Nope,” he replies, turning to look at you. “Why?”

“I just remembered to ask,” you say, shrugging as you lock your phone and drop it in your lap. “Are you excited for your trip?”

“Eh. It’ll be nice, I guess,” Jeongguk says, lifting your feet to rest on his lap. “It won’t be Haeundae, but it’ll do.”

“You’re not going back to Busan with Jimin I assume then?”

“Nah. I called my parents the other day, and they’re gonna go visit my brother this summer. I might go back for Christmas though because my brother might be coming home for the holidays.”

“Aww. That’s cute.”

“How about you, noona? What’re you gonna do this summer?”

“Mmm, I’m not sure. Me, Tae, and Jin oppa might go back to Geochang to see the parents for a little bit, but other than that… nothing planned I think.”

“We should hang out then,” Jeongguk says. “After the trip.”

“I thought you were about to say we should go on a trip,” you chuckle, picking up your phone again.

“Oh. Actually, that doesn’t sound half bad.”

“The two of us?”

“Yeah, why not?”

You look up from your phone, eyebrow raised, surprised to see that he looks dead serious.

“Wait, really?” you ask, sitting up straight; Jeongguk nods. “And… the idea of the entire campus talking about how we — just us two — are going on a trip together… that doesn’t bother you?”

“I mean… what’s everyone gonna say, really?” he asks, shrugging.

“I dunno. Probably that we’re fucking.”

Jeongguk stares off into space, deep in thought.

“Is that… I mean, is that really a bad thing?”

“For me? No. For you though… it’s probably a real bad thing.”

“Nah. I don’t think so. It can’t be as bad as you make it. How many guys are you sleeping with? Like… four or fi—”

“Probably close to ten right now,” you interrupt. “Semi-regularly. Other people might come and go.”

“...oh.” You look at Jeongguk, laughing at how dumbfounded he looks as he takes in the number. “Wait, but… I only know of Jimin hyung and Yoongi hyung. And I think Namjoon hyu—”

“Other people in different fraternities. And sororities.”

“...wow.”

“Are you mad, Guk?”

“No! No, of course not. No, it’s… your life. Your body, noona.”

“Why do you look constipated then?”

Suddenly aware of his expression, Jeongguk unfurrows his brows and relaxes the muscles in his cheeks, willing himself to look as nonchalant as possible.

“I dunno what you’re talking about,” he says, clearing his throat and leaning back against the sofa, resting his hands on your shins.

You throw your head back and laugh, shoving his arm before leaning back, shaking your head as you pick your phone back up.

“Yo, _____,” you hear Namjoon call from the top of the stairs; you peek over the back of the sofa, eyebrows raised. “Seokjin hyung’s lookin’ for you!”

“I’ll be right there,” you call back, pulling a face at Jeongguk as you get up.

〰️

You yawn behind your fist and rub your eyes as you watch the last of the bags get loaded into one of the cars.

“Alright. Last chance to grab anything from the house before I hand the keys over to _____,” Seokjin calls out. “Going once… going twice… done.”

You take the set of keys from Seokjin and slide them into the pocket of your shorts, fraternity boys starting to pile into the cars lined up along the front of the Beta Tau Sigma house.

“See you in a week, kiddo,” Seokjin says, leaning over to hug you. “Don’t get into any trouble while I’m gone.”

“Oh, I am not gonna be able to promise that,” you say, laughing.

“Bye, sis,” Taehyung says, coming up to you to hug you too. “Don’t get mad at me when I inevitably call you drunk at two AM at some point.” You snort and roll your eyes, laughing again when he pats your butt.

“If you hang up on me like last time, _____, I’m gonna be so sad,” Jimin says, frowning.

“Dude. Can you blame her? You literally vomited into your phone last BSB.”

“That’s disgusting,” Jeongguk says, pulling a face at Jimin.

“Tequila and Jimin do not mix well. Remember that, Guk.”

Jimin winks, nudging Jeongguk’s side and pressing a kiss to your cheek before walking to Yoongi’s car, Taehyung following close behind.

“I guess I better go too,” Jeongguk says, ruffling his hair. He turns to look at you with a sleepy smile, arms open wide, inviting you in for a hug.

“Bye, babe. Have fun,” you say as you give him a tight hug, pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips. “Keep the tequila away from Jimin, please.”

“Oh. Will do.” You laugh and watch him walk off, eyebrows raised when he turns around to look at you again, walking backwards to Seokjin’s car. “Call you later?”

“I’ll be waiting.”

He grins, nose scrunching up a little, before he waves and gets into the car.

“Oh! Before I forget!” Seokjin calls out, leaning over Jeongguk in the passenger seat. “_____, there’s orange juice and garlic bread in the fridge that has to be eaten and drunk by tomorrow! Bye!”

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“Smile, superstar!” Hoseok says, wrapping an arm around Jeongguk’s shoulders, phone raised in the air.

Jeongguk smiles, throwing a thumbs up with his free hand as Hoseok takes a photo of them both, music blaring loudly.

“No Snapchat?” Hoseok asks, typing away on his phone.

“Nah, hyung. Only Instagram,” Jeongguk replies, taking a sip of his drink.

“Eh. Better than nothing, I guess. I’m tagging you in this pic, by the way.”

Jeongguk chuckles as Hoseok walks off, stopping in his tracks to laugh loudly and film Seokjin drunkenly dancing along with the music, arms flapping around wildly. He feels his phone buzzing frantically in his pocket, and he resists the urge to pull a face at the number of notifications flooding his screen from being included in Hoseok’s Instagram stories. He glances over at the messages briefly, scrolls past the ‘omg you’re so HOT!! !’, ‘shirtless jeongguk???? DROOOOOL!!’, and ‘YUMMM’ comments without much thought, ready to put his phone away and grab another drink when he sees your comment.

oh. WOW. okay.

Jeongguk quickly downs the rest of his drink before throwing his cup away to focus on his phone again, eyes laser focused on his screen. Before he knows it, he’s read your comment over and over, fingers moving quickly to dial your number.

It rings twice before you pick up.

“Jeon Jeongguk, I feel very attacked right now,” you say in lieu of a proper greeting, smile so obvious in your voice that Jeongguk can’t help but grin too.

“Hey, noona,” he replies, chuckling.

“You guys look like you’re having fun.”

“It’s not bad, yeah. It’s pretty warm out here.”

“Explains why you’re shirtless. God damn you.”

“I mean, it is summer, noona,” Jeongguk says, nodding hello to a Beta Tau brother that passes him. “Can you blame me for trying to stay cool out here?”

“Yes. Yes, I can, and I will,” you reply, laughing.

“Fine, fine. What’re you doin’?”

“Nothin’ much. A majority of the sisters have gone elsewhere for the summer, so it’s just me and about five or six sisters left here. It’s kinda freaky how quiet the house gets during the summer. But yeah, I’m just here… watchin’ food documentaries on Netflix half naked and eatin’ some fries. Living the life clearly.”

“That sounds amazing.”

“Which bit: the fries, or the half nakedness?” you ask, teasing.

“Ah. Well…” Jeongguk chuckles and clears his throat. “I think I’ll take advantage of my slight tipsy-ness and say the latter.”

“Oh. Feeling daring today, are we, superstar?”

“Maybe a little. But I can tone it down if you’d like.”

“I didn’t say you had to stop, Guk,” you reply, chuckling softly. “Are you, uh… you still outside?”

“Mhm,” Jeongguk replies, looking around. “Yeah. Hoseok hyung’s trying to throw Jimin hyung into the pool right now. Why? Should I… step inside for a little bit?”

“I mean… if you want to.”

“Give me a sec.”

Jeongguk has to stop himself from running back to his room immediately, instead trying to walk off calmly. Taehyung spots him, however, holding an arm out to stop him.

“Woah, woah, woah. Where are you going, dude?” Taehyung asks, eyes glancing back and forth from Jeongguk and where he holds his phone, filming Hoseok and Jimin.

“Uh…” Jeongguk slowly lowers his phone from his ear. “I, uh, gotta go take a shit, hyung.”

“Fine, fine. Hurry back though!”

“Sure.”

“Smooth, Guk,” Jeongguk hears you say when he brings his phone back up to his ear, listening to you laugh.

“What? I couldn’t think of anything else that would make sure he’d let me leave,” he says, laughing too.

Jeongguk damn near runs to the oddly musky elevator, thumb jamming against the third floor button, phone still pressed to his ear as he worries at his bottom lip, palm sweaty for reasons unrelated to the summer heat.

“Should I… go somewhere specific, noona?”

“Somewhere specific?”

“In the room, I mean.”

“Oh. Mmm, anywhere you’re comfortable, babe,” you reply; he hears you shuffle around on the bed, the ambient sound from the documentary cutting off when you shut your laptop. Your voice comes a little softer the next time you speak, and Jeongguk is relieved to find there’s no real malice in your words. “Is this your first time doing this?”

Yes. “…maybe.”

“I don’t know why, but somehow that makes you even cuter, Guk.”

He is so relieved that you’re not there to see the way his cheeks turn a proper shade of deep pink. He quickly fishes out his key and runs into the room, fingers running through his damp hair as he looks around in search of the best possible spot to… take care of his business. He takes a cautious glance out the window with its convenient view of the pool where the rest of the fraternity and a few other hotel patrons are busy playing and partying, deciding to venture off to the bathroom, so that on the off chance Namjoon decides to come back, he at least has the added security of another locked door.

“This hotel is very… concerning, noona,” he says, eyebrows furrowed at the unflattering yellowish fluorescent light of the bathroom.

“Why?” you chuckle.

“The bathroom, for one. I almost feel like I shouldn’t be touching anything. This is supposed to be three-and-a-half star?”

“Well, knowing your brothers, I’m sure they would’ve sacrificed room quality for budgeting the alcohol in.”

“True. There is so much booze out there.”

“Surprised you haven’t been forced to leave yet.”

“Oh, don’t worry. Taehyung hyung and Jimin hyung somehow got the hotel owners down there partying with us too,” Jeongguk says, rolling his eyes.

“Wow. Although, somehow I’m not entirely surprised.”

He chuckles, recognising how done you sound.

“Hey, noona. Can I ask you a… pretty personal question?”

“Sure. What’s up?”

“You don’t have to answer if you don’t wanna. I’m just… I guess I’m curious why you sleep with Jimin hyung. And Yoongi hyung. And Namjoon hyung, I think?”

God, he hopes that doesn’t sound as cynical as it seemed leaving his mouth.

“Mmm, convenience, I guess,” you reply after a beat. “They’re there, they’re not that bad looking… I figure, ‘why not?’. Can I ask you a pretty personal question as well? Same conditions.”

“Yeah, sure, noona.” Oh God.

“…Would you sleep with me?”

Jeongguk uses every ounce of his willpower to not shout out his answer, wanting nothing more than to yell yesyesyesahundredpercentYES! He stares at his reflection, gulping, confused as to why the question seems to hit him in the gut.

“Guk?” you say, quietly bringing his attention back. “You still with m—"

“I would,” he says. “I definitely would, noona.”

Was that too bold?

“Yeah?”

Oh? Jeongguk cocks an eyebrow, taken aback by how small your voice is, almost as if you were shy.

“Yeah, noona. I’d be insane to say no.”

He’s not entirely sure if he should blame the three beers and the tequila shot he’d consumed earlier for this sudden onset of confidence, or if the summer heat was finally getting to his brain in such a way that he was no longer considering consequences and repercussions, but he was, oddly enough, enjoying this turning of tables. This was the first time he’d ever experienced you on the shier end of the spectrum of emotions, and he can’t say that he entirely hates it because after all, he, Jeon Jeongguk, sophomore athlete of SNU, transfer student and all around Awkward Dork, has made you shy.

Jeongguk, one; nerves, zero.

“Are you still shirtless, Jeon Jeongguk?” he hears you ask.

“I am,” he replies. “Are you still half naked?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you really, noona?”

A beat, and then, “okay fine, you got me.” Jeongguk chuckles quietly, but it’s quickly cut off when you add, “I’m completely naked.”

Oh.

(Nerves, two; Jeongguk, one.)

“Oh yeah?” he says, swallowing thickly as his eyebrow twitches at the thought of you on your bed, a bed that he himself has laid on before, wearing absolutely nothing. He curses inwardly when he feels his dick twitch in his shorts too. “How come?”

“It’s really hot here. And the other sisters have all gone to stay at their boyfriends or girlfriends’ places for the night because the air-conditioning can get pretty shitty here if you leave it on for too long.”

“You can’t stay at someone else’s place then?”

“Nope.”

“Why not?”

“’Cause you’re all the way in Incheon right now, Guk.”

God help him.

Jeongguk is but a mere mortal man, so he can’t help but imagine what would be happening if he hadn’t joined the rest of the fraternity on this trip. He can almost feel how warm his room would be, how soft and sweet the little breaths you’d let out would be in his ear, brushing against his neck, and can almost feel how soft your skin would be, smelling like cocoa butter and vanil—

“Guk? Jeongguk? You still with me?”

Your voice cuts through his thoughts like a knife, but it doesn’t stop him from cursing softly, tongue darting out to lick over his suddenly-dry lips. His shorts now feel impossibly tight, chest rising and falling with each breath into his phone.

“What were you thinking about?” you ask, and if he didn’t know any better, he’d say you sound nervous.

“You,” he quickly answers, surprised at how level his voice sounds.

“What about me, Gukkie?”

“Just thinking about how pretty you’d look sitting in my lap, noona.”

It’s bold, almost uncharacteristically bold, but the twinge of anxiety quickly dissolves when he hears your shaky breath through his phone, almost certain that you’re biting your lip.

“Yeah?”

“Uh huh. Bet you’d look so cute. Bet you’d look even cuter in my lap wearing my jersey.”

It’s quiet, and then Jeongguk hears you let out a muffled moan, and just like that, all hell seems to break loose. He’s quick to undo the drawstring of his shorts and kick them off, watches the ink on his chest shift with every breath he takes.

“God, Jeongguk,” you whimper, exhaling shakily. “W-will you let me wear it when you get back?”

“Yeah,” Jeongguk says, sighing with relief when his free hand wraps around his cock and squeezes gently. He steps back to lean against the wall, the tiles cool against his bare back. “Anytime you want, noona.”

“And… you’ll let me – oh fuck – s-sit on your lap?”

“I’d have you on my lap right now if I could.”

“Guk,” you whine, back arching off the bed, hand between your legs as your fingers start to dampen.

“You sound so pretty, noona,” Jeongguk groans, hand curled just short of bringing him too close to the edge as he tries to prolong the feeling for as long as humanly possible. He shuts his eyes, letting the sounds of your moans wash over him, forgetting the rest of the fraternity downstairs, free hand stroking his cock persistently. “Wish I could kiss you right now.”

“Don’t stop, please. Shit. Keep going, Guk.”

“Are you close, noona?”

“Mhm.”

“Yeah? You thinkin’ about me?”

“Yeah.”

“Thinkin’ about the way I’d fill you up so good?”

“Fuck yes.”

“Fucking into you nice and deep? Make you scream loud enough that your sorority sisters’ll hear you? They’ll be so jealous, I bet. So jealous that they don’t get to feel my dick in them like you will.”

“Ohh, f—”

Jeongguk bites down a groan as he listens to you whine, an octave higher than your normal voice, his name muffled into your pillow as you draw in shaky breaths.

“Fuck,” he mutters, pressing his lips together as his hand speeds up, the quick and rhythmic jerks of his wrist making his hips buck, ropes of white eventually painting his tense stomach. “Jesus, noona.”

“Same time tomorrow then?” you say, breathless chuckle spilling from your lips.

#jeon jeongguk #jungkook #bts #bangtan #fratboy!au #wow it's been almost a year since i last updated this laksdhfls

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IT'S BEEN A HOT MINUTE...............

whaddup, baby?

so uhhhh i've been MIA once again without warning—i'm so sorry!! it's been a hectic few months for yours truly to say the least, particularly after losing my job in February, which....... hasn't been ideal, but such is life, i guess (it wasn't anything dramatic dw—they just had no use for me anymore). i contemplated opening up for commissions just to earn an extra dollar lmao buuuuut i'd feel bad taking y'all's money!!! especially considering i disappear for months at a time :(

anyways!!! i've been writing away behind the scenes here and there, so even though i haven't really been here a lot, wips are still being updated and stuff so i might post some stuff soon! (idk if it's a good or bad thing, but...... a majority of my wips have been jk pieces lmao)

i want to say a huge, huge thank you to all of you for your patience and kind words! my inbox is full of messages saying that y'all have missed me and/or enjoy my stuff and they've been so encouraging to read on my not-so-good days hehe i love and appreciate you all so much more than you will ever know ♡♡♡

#i also randomly hit 2000+ followers???#u guys are amazing i'm gonna cry #let me post the next chapter of fratboy!au

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"so! i accidentally called you the 'love of my life' today. isn't that hilarious?" + fwb!taehyung <333

DRABBLE NUMBER......... 019 MEMBER............................ kim taehyung (v) AU......................................... friends with benefits

[ sms: TT ] are you busy? [ sms: _____ ] i just finished my last exam so nope ;-) [ sms: TT ] omg SAME [ sms: TT ] meet you at your place? ;-P

you're in the process of tying your hair up when you hear a knock at your apartment door.

"hey, hey, hey!" taehyung greets when you open your door, rustling a grocery bag in his grasp with a grin.

"you read my mind. please come in, good sir," you say with a gasp, comically bowing, hands clasped at your stomach, as he walks in, toeing off his shoes.

"this semester has been rough. i can't believe we survived it."

the both of you fall onto the couch with tired sighs, and you finish fixing your hair as taehyung unpacks the myriad of snacks he's brought over. he hands you a can of sprite, bringing his knees up to his chest as he sinks back into the cushions.

"no minah?" he asks, opening a can of coke for himself.

"nah, she's gone off with her girlfriend on that camping trip for the weekend since they're both done with their exams too," you reply. "if you didn't come over, i would have showered and spent the rest of the night walking around here naked."

his own can of soda stops halfway to his lips as he slowly turns to you.

"well. don't let me stop you from living your best life, babe; better yet, i can help you out with that shower if you want."

"do you think with anything other than your dick?" you say, snorting.

"normally, i would take offense to that. but, considering i most likely just bombed all my exams for this semester, you might actually be onto something," taehyung replies, ruffling his hair with a sigh.

"that bad, huh?"

"'bad' is a mild way to put it, dude. but, hey - we're here, we're alive, we're excited to no longer give a damn about corporate law for the next couple of weeks."

"wait. aren't you an art history major?"

"yes, i am, _____. yes, i am."

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your bedframe creaks as taehyung pulls you down onto his lap and thrusts into you simultaneously, two of his fingers in your mouth to tamper down your moans, lest you get another noise complaint from your neighbours. he hisses quietly when you accidentally bite down on his fingers at a particularly deep thrust of his hips, pulling his hand away from your mouth to cradle the back of your neck to flip the both of you around until you're flat on your back.

"that hurt," he says, pouting, hips still moving in a steady rhythm.

"sorry," you reply, chuckling softly. "keep going. i'm gonna come."

"maybe i shouldn't let you come since you bit me."

you let out a soft whine, lifting your legs to wrap around his waist as you grab his arms, back arching off the mattress.

"fuck, tae."

you moan, feeling the muscles in your body tighten as your orgasm washes over you, taehyung following not far behind, hips stuttering as he buries his face in the side of your neck with a groan and spills into the condom.

"dude," he says after a moment, breath tickling your skin as he pants. "i think i just figured out what the answer to one of the questions in my exam was."

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"so!"

you look up from your food, your forkful of pasta halfway to your lips as you watch taehyung nudge jeongguk down the length of the booth, the younger sighing as he slides his bowl of spaghetti down the table with him.

"is there a reason you're disrupting me and jeongguk's 'buy one, get one free' pasta right now?" you ask, raising an eyebrow.

"i accidentally called you the 'love of my life' today. isn't that hilarious?" taehyung says, laughing loudly, oblivious to the heads that turn in his direction.

"tch. i see you've been partaking in the devil's lettuce again, hyung," jeongguk says, eating a mouthful of pasta. "thought that was just a summer thing for you."

"who would you even saying something like that to?" you say, rolling your eyes, twirling fettucine around your fork.

"my mother! that makes it even more funnier, hey? anyways! nice chat, you guys. i gotta go catch up with jimin," taehyung says, sliding out of the booth with a clap of his hand on jeongguk's back, paying no mind to the way the younger coughs behind his fist, and the way you stare at him, speechless.

"did he just — oh god, this pasta's gonna kill me — say what i think he just said?" jeongguk says, groaning and drinking half of his glass of iced water.

"what the fuck was that?" you say, mouth hanging open. "is he serious?"

"i have no clue, noona. he's the only one i know that can tell a joke with a straight face."

"surely he's kidding."

"i dunno," jeongguk sing-songs. "remember that time he said he signed up for wood-carving classes, and we all didn't believe him until he gave us those weird, uneven spoons for christmas that gave everyone splinters?"

#kim taehyung #v #bts #bangtan #bts scenarios #bts drabble #fwb!au

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bangtaninink · 2 years

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OMG HIII

"oh yeah? prove it." + jungkook + exes au

Kskskskski

I love love love ur writing

DRABBLE NUMBER......... 018 MEMBER............................ jeon jeongguk (jungkook) AU......................................... firefighter

a frantic banging at your door wakes you from your sleep, and when you come to your senses, you realise you're smelling... smoke?

"_____! _____, wake up!"

the panic in hoseok's voice, and the incessant beeping of the smoke alarm, has you clambering out of bed, somehow having the good sense to grab your phone before slipping on your slippers, almost colliding with hoseok when you open your front door to run out of your apartment.

"we gotta go!" he cries, running down the hall with you.

"what's going on?" you ask, following behind him.

"there's a fire! everyone's getting out. cover your nose and mouth."

the both of you head for the fire exit, skipping steps as you run down the stairs until you hit the ground floor lobby. you see firefighters at the front of the building directing everybody out.

you're right behind hoseok, ready to run out, but in the distance, you can hear someone calling out for help.

"wh-- where are you going?" hoseok cries, noticing you're no longer following him out.

"i think i can hear mrs. choi!" you say, running in the opposite direction.

"are you insane?"

"just go! and get some help! i think she's stuck in the downstairs laundry room!" the door to the communal laundry room is shut, and you lean forward slightly to listen close. sure enough, you can hear someone crying for help on the other side. "mrs. choi! mrs. choi, it's me, _____! it's gonna be okay!"

you look around, seeing a grey cloud seeping into the lobby from the direction of the residents' parking garage. adrenaline surges through your veins, and you pause, trying to remember what to do.

"jeongguk, you're an idiot," you say, laughing.

"no, c'mon! what do you do when there's a fire?" he asks, hovering over you, hiding his face in your neck, warm breath tickling your skin.

"well, you said don't touch any knobs." you glance down, smirking, fingers trailing down his bare chest and stomach, stopping before you pass further than his navel.

"door knobs, baby." he pouts slightly, looking at you. "check to see if the door knob is hot to the touch. what else?"

"call the fire department." you gasp, jeongguk's calloused hands smoothing down your hips and thighs as he presses his body down on top of you, mouthing at your neck.

"and?"

"and... stay low," you say, moaning.

"mmm," he hums, pushing himself lower and lower, down the length of your body, until he disappears under the covers. "stay very low."

"mrs. choi!" you call out, getting down on your hands and knees, bringing your arm up to cover your nose and mouth. "help's on its way, alright? crouch down on the floor if you can!" out of the corner of your eye, you can see the cloud of smoke growing thicker by the second. "is there any smoke in there, mrs. choi?"

"n-no, but... the door's stuck," you hear her say. "i can't get it open."

carefully, you reach up and gently press the back of your hand against the door knob, relieved to find it's not hot. you try turning it open, only for the door to hardly budge. you sit up on your knees, trying to nudge the door open with your side, throwing your body weight as best as you can against the wood.

you muffle a cough against your forearm, eyebrows furrowed as you grow light-headed, smoke filling the lobby.

"mrs... mrs. choi," you say weakly, slumping against the door, arm falling from where it's been covering your nose and mouth, eyes stinging from the smoke.

the last thing you hear is the heavy thump of boots running towards you.

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"seok? hoseok! over here!"

hoseok looks around at the sound of his name, heaving a sigh of relief when he spots seokjin and yoongi, blankets wrapped around them, miyoung in yoongi's embrace. he frantically directs one of the firefighters to where you are, before running over to them.

"oh, thank god," seokjin says, wrapping his arms tight around hoseok when he approaches them. "we were beginning to worry."

"are you guys okay?" hoseok asks. "miyoung?"

"we're okay," yoongi says, smoothing down his daughter's hair gently. "wait a min-- where's _____?"

"i... she's inside or... s-something... i don't know! she was right behind me, and we were about to run out, but... she heard mrs. choi calling out for help, a-and..."

all of them turn to the front entrance of the building, more panic settling in.

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"is that everyone?" shinwoo asks, helping yongjae escort an elderly lady to the nearest ambulance.

"i think jeongguk's still in there," yongjae replies, taking off his helmet.

"how're we on the civilians? have we got everyone out? this smoke is getting thicker. get the police to push everyone back another thirty feet at least."

"yes, si--"

"get the fuck out of my way," jeongguk says, pushing through the crowd to the grassed area in front of the apartment building. the crowd murmurs when they see that jeongguk hasn't emerged empty-handed, hushed whispers growing louder when he sets you down on the grass gently, frantically pulling off his helmet and jacket.

"_____? _____, oh my god!" hoseok cries, realising it's you on the ground, unconscious.

kneeling next to you, jeongguk leans down, ear pressed to your chest as he listens for a beat, cursing when he doesn't hear one straight away.

"somebody bring a fucking medic over here!" he cries out, carefully tilting your head back and lifting your chin, interlocking his fingers and positioning his hands on your chest, taking a deep breath as he starts to press down rhythmically.

jeongguk bends down, pinching your nostrils shut before he covers your mouth with his, blowing two breaths into you. he waits a beat, and groans when nothing happens.

"fuck. come on, baby. come on."

he repeats everything once, twice again, growing more and more worried with every compression and rescue breath he administers, desperately trying not to entertain the idea that this might be i--

jeongguk holds his breath, watching your chest move, just as paramedics approach, defibrillators and oxygen tanks in hand.

"on your six, jeon," namjoon says, setting down an oxygen tank to prepare a mask, carefully lifting your head to set it over your nose and mouth. "is she conscious? jeongguk? jeongguk. is she conscious?"

"what the fuck took you so long?" jeongguk replies instead, shoving namjoon's shoulder. "she could've died."

"is she conscious, jeon?"

"hyung, wh-- i dunno, she's breathing, i think. just..."

he groans, breathing a sigh of relief as he combs his fingers through his sweat-damp hair, and drags his forearm across his soot-streaked forehead. he watches wordlessly as namjoon checks for a pulse, gently rolls you over onto your side and speaks quietly to you as you regain consciousness, coughing into the grass.

"w-wait, what about mrs. choi?" you ask, voice strained. "i-is she okay?"

"we'll check up on what's happened to her in a bit," namjoon says, working with the other paramedic to get you onto the stretcher. "just focus on taking deep breaths."

"let me through! _____? _____, oh my god! are you okay? what the fuck?" hoseok says, words spilling out rapid fire, yoongi and seokjin coming up behind him, stopping the paramedics from wheeling you away. "where are you taking her? are you alright?"

"i'm fine," you croak, coughing again and groaning as you lean back against the padded stretcher.

"we'll be taking her to the snu hospital," namjoon answers. "one of you is free to travel with us in the ambulance if you wish, but we can't accommodate all of you, unfortunately."

"i-i don't need to go to the hospital. i'm fine. i-- you."

everyone follows your line of sight, confused by your sudden hostility at the sight of jeongguk, who'd stopped walking after the unexpected attention, holding his helmet and jacket. everyone scrambles to try and stop you as you pull the oxygen mask off and climb off the stretcher, pushing past namjoon and hoseok to walk towards jeongguk, anger growing.

still weak from the smoke inhalation, however, you knees buckle as you struggle to breathe. it happens almost by instinct, the way jeongguk drops everything in his hands to catch you, barely flinching at the way you punch -- not very well -- at his chest, squirming in a bad attempt to get out of his arms.

"you've got some goddamn nerve showing your face," you say, panting and not putting up a fight when namjoon comes to your side, securing the oxygen mask over your nose and mouth once again.

"what're you... _____, this man just saved your life," seokjin cries, eyebrows furrowed. "what's wrong with you?"

"saved my life'?! what a joke!"

"listen, i don't know what unresolved conflict you have with jeongguk, but you need to get to the hospital right now so we can give you a proper check up, miss," namjoon interrupts, taking you from jeongguk's arms and nodding at the other paramedic to bring the stretcher closer.

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"it doesn't look to like there's any major damage," the doctor says, looking over the clipboard. "you may experience some mild headaches, some slight shortness of breath, and have a bit of a cough, but you're okay to be discharged. If you find anything worsening, experience dizziness, unusual confusion, or even fainting, please come back here for some follow-up tests."

"sure, thank you," you say, sighing quietly and coughing behind your fist.

you look up at the sound of footsteps approaching you, surprised to see, seokjin and yoongi, miyoung, hoseok, and...

"what is he doing here?" you ask, eyebrows furrowed.

"we asked him to come," hoseok says, narrowing his eyes at you. "he did just save your life, _____."

"oh yeah? prove it. he's been nothing but a headache from the moment i met him."

"i told you," jeongguk says quietly; seokjin pats his shoulder.

"don't listen to her, jeongguk-sshi," he says. "i think all the smoke got to her head and she's not thinking straight."

"mmm, what she really wants to say is, 'thank you for saving my life. i owe you one'," hoseok adds.

you sigh loudly, jaw clenched as you grab your phone from the side table and get up off the hospital bed, making to walk off and leave the hospital.

"and why the fuck would i ever want to thank the man that left me at the altar?" you say, quietly so you don't wake miyoung. "i don't owe him a damn thing."

#jeon jeongguk #jungkook #bts #bangtan #bts scenarios #bts drabble #firefighter!au #y'all........... i'm so sorry about how slow i'm putting these out :(

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