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Night Changes

synopsis; in which you and your idol boyfriend have a serious conversation during a car ride where the end destination will change your life forever.

pairing; idol!jungkook x non-idol!reader

genre; angst, fluff, humor, drabble, idol au

warnings; mild angst in the form of reader being insecure, and reader having a minor panic attack, but dw cause koo is here to kiss it all better 🥹

rating; PG-13

w/c; 1,042

a/n; LOOK AT THOSE ARMS. ok bye.

this is part of an ongoing random gif inspired drabble series. you can find other short fics to read like this here

A tattooed hand caresses your inner thigh lovingly, thumb rubbing soothing circles in hopes of calming your nerves.

It helps, a little.

Your hand lands above his, head lolling onto your boyfriend’s shoulder who then lays his head lightly upon yours. No words are said.

When you tilt your head up to look at Jungkook, you see his eyes are already on yours. The streetlights that pass along the street are your only source of light in the darkness of the backseat of the unmarked, black SUV you’re both currently sitting in.

Each time the light passes, you’re able to glimpse at the perfection of his face, and you wonder exactly how you got so lucky to be in this position. His eyes soften the longer he looks at you, voice barely above a whisper as he fills the silence.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

You chew on your bottom lip nervously, something he immediately brings his thumb up to gently pry your lips open and stop you from doing. You lightly nip at his fingertip, and he chuckles, but it doesn’t keep the worried frown from forming on his usually cheerful face.

“You shouldn’t frown, koo. You’ll gain wrinkles.”

He gives you a deadpanned look, and you suck in a breath, before exhaling slowly. A bump in the road that causes the car to jolt harshly, makes his grip on your thigh tighten considerably. Your nerves skyrocket.

He notices your body become stiff, it only fuels his worries.

“They’re going to love you. You have nothing to be afraid of, y/n. You’re perfect.”

“And you, my dear, are biased.”

He tsks, shaking his head defiantly.

“So what if I am? Y/N, the boys love you, the team loves you, my parents already want to adopt you–,” you snort at that, fully aware of just how much his parents want you two to get married in the future and give them ‘precious grand babies’.

“They don’t want me, they want my womb.”

He scrunches his nose in disgust, but doesn’t deny it at all. It makes you laugh out loud, a genuine smile appearing on your face for the first time since you left his apartment — climbing into the backseat of this car, the resounding slam of the car door shutting behind you affirming the choice you both decided on only a few days prior.

“What if they don’t like me though?”

He squeezes your hand reassuringly, about to open his mouth and spew countless reasons why ARMY would adore you – that is, until the driver disrupts your conversation to let you know you’ll be arriving at your destination in five minutes.

He can visibly see the panicked look on your face, feel the way your chest begins to rise and fall rapidly. Realizing you’re on the verge of having a panic attack, he thinks quickly, the only solution on his mind being one thing.

Letting go of your thigh, he shifts positions in his seat to angle his body towards you, both hands coming up to cup your cheeks and crash his lips against yours.

The sudden kiss takes your breath away momentarily, and you allow yourself to indulge in the moment, reciprocating the kiss with a fervor. What starts out as a fiery kiss, gradually dims to a few light pecks as he finally pulls away from you, still keeping his grip on your face as he gazes into your eyes with nothing but pure love and adoration.

His lip ring seems on the verge of popping out with how wide his smile is, and you can’t stop yourself from mimicking it to the best of your ability. Leaning his forehead against yours he counts quietly backwards from ten.

As soon as he hits one, your breathing becomes normal once again, body sagging with relief as you melt into his hold. His hands drop to encase you in a warm embrace, him murmuring sweet nothings into your hair and promises of a lovely time.

The car rolls to a silent stop, the murmuring of the crowd that lines the path you’ll be taking reaches your ears from the outside and for a moment Jungkook thinks you might get cold feet, but then — the next time he sees your face it’s full of confidence and acceptance for what’s about to happen.

“Are you ready?” He does his best not to sound too excited, but the way he fidgets in his seat restlessly let’s you know exactly how much he’s been anticipating what’s to come in mere seconds.

How much not only your relationship would change, but your life as well.

With a nod of confirmation from you, he knocks on the car window with three consecutive taps of his knuckles.

The chauffeur opens the door.

Jungkook steps out first, smoothing down his outfit and turning to extend his hand for you to take. The crowd buzzes with excitement on who he’s waiting for, questions being shouted out in quick succession all around. He pays them no mind, however, his only focus being on you.

You would be lying if you said that you didn’t hesitate or have second thoughts in that moment, a million scenarios running through your mind of how the night could turn out if you choose to take the leap and step out of the safety of the car and it’s darkness.

It’s anonymity.

But, as you look into his beautiful brown eyes, you realize what your choice will be. With one last deep exhale, you lay your hand on top of his and remember the words he whispered not even minutes ago and use them to propel you forward and allow him to guide you out of the car with graceful ease.

Standing next to him you’re poised with charm and elegance. There’s an immediate loud uproar coming from reporters and fans alike once they get a good look at you two together, his arm wrapped securely around your waist as he steers you both down the long, red carpet. Thousands of camera shutters click, and lights flash, though your gaze never falters from his.

‘—but there’s nothing to be afraid of,

cause even when the night changes,

it will never change me and you.’

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jvngkook97 · 1 year

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Random Gif Drabble Series

Here’s a compiled list of drabbles I got inspo to write by finding a random gif while scrolling through tumblr and thought ‘hey, this would be a cute concept!’ And thus these were born. Don’t get it twisted! These are NOT like one shots and should be considered unrelated to any of my other works or couples (unless specified otherwise) from my main masterlist — they’re short. Barely over 500 words short, maybe a lil more if I feel so inclined or even less, but more than likely never over a 1,200 word count. So, if you don’t like long shots, then this is the place for you! Majority of these will be kept PG, but be sure to always read the rating and warnings regardless, just incase I decide to add a little ~spice~.

OT7

Coming Soon!

Kim Namjoon

Glimpse of Us

Kim Seokjin

Kith

Kim Taehyung

Coming Soon!

Jung Hoseok

Coming Soon!

Park Jimin

Coming Soon!

Min Yoongi

Coming Soon

Jeon Jungkook

A Cut Above the Rest

Night Changes

Last Updated: Friday, January 27th, 2023 @ 8:06pm PST

#kim namjoon #kim seokjin #kim taehyung #jung hoseok #park jimin #min yoongi #jeon jungkook #short drabble #bts drabble #RGDS

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A Cut Above the Rest

synopsis; in which you walk in on your boyfriend in the bathroom checking himself out.

pairing; boyfriend!jungkook x girlfriend!reader

genre; fluff, humor, drabble, idol au

warnings; none

rating; PG-13

w/c; 388

a/n; first of many random gif inspo drabbles that will be coming out throughout the year. enjoy. ps - the hairstylist name is completely made up.

this is part of an ongoing random gif inspired drabble series. you can find other shorter fics to read like this here

“Jungkook, what are you doing?”

Toothbrush in mouth, he’s leaning heavily against the bathroom counter, forehead nearly touching the large, oval mirror that hangs above the sink.

He grabs the edges of his hair, bringing them to align center in his forehead, and looks at you through the mirror, attempting to mumble around the toothbrush in his mouth.

“Dove—it—wook—kay?”

Pushing off the door threshold you were leaning against, you shuffle your fluffy sock covered feet along the white marble flooring as you get closer to him to get a better look at what you can decipher him asking after years of dealing with his gibberish already.

Your eyes squint as you attempt to push yourself underneath his raised arms, slotting yourself against his side, staring hard at his forehead through the mirror. You shrug your shoulders.

“Looks good to me, baby.”

He hums in contemplation, but knows you wouldn’t lie to him.

“Dank you—,” he starts, and you gently tug the toothbrush out of his foamy mouth, cutting his words off.

He spits in the sink, cupping his hands underneath the streaming water of the sink faucet and slurps up some water from his hands, tilting his head back to gargle it a bit before he once again leans forward to spit it back out.

With a fresh, shiny new smile on full display he gives you a short, but loving kiss on the lips.

“Thank you, baby.”

“Anytime.” You reach your hand up to ruffle his still wet hair, him having showered after getting it cut not too long ago, ridding himself of the itchy feeling that occurs due to a fresh haircut.

“Hey!” He pouts cutely, hands coming up to swat yours away and align his hair in the way he wants it. You hip bump him with a roll of your eyes, slapping his bum as you make your way back out of your shared bathroom.

Your nails curl around the threshold as you peak your head back in for a split second to leave one last comment that has his eyes widening and you cackling, him yelling out a shrill ‘NO!’ as you sprint away from him, him chasing you throughout your shared home not a moment later to prevent your white lie from occurring.

“I’m telling Soo-Young you doubted her hair cutting abilities!”

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jvngkook97 · 1 year

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jk and bam 🌱🍃

#MY HEEEEART #this is too precious for words but THANK YOU OP U BEAUTIFUL HUMAN BEING YOU

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jvngkook97 · 1 year

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So glad you enjoyed it, bestie!!! Thank you for the kind words 💞

Suchwita: New Years Edition

synopsis; in which two gentlemen walk into a bar. or, more specifically – your bar on New Years Eve.

pairing; yoonmin x bartender!reader

genre; fluff, humor, angst, bartender!au, New Years Eve au

rating; 18+

warnings; talks of alcohol and alcohol consumption(always drink responsibly!), infidelity is discussed, flirting on all ends~

w/c; 2,131

a/n; uh, happy new year? heh. enjoy this lil drabble. sorry it’s not Jungkook based, but more is coming soon! hope everyone has a happy new year. may it be full of life, love, laughter, health, and happiness. thank you to those who stuck with me and continue to support me. love you guys.

The bell rings to signal another customer has entered, you don’t look up.

Your brows are pinched in concentration as you continue to mix a cocktail for one of your many loyal patrons. Said patron let’s out a low whistle that manages to make your eyes flicker to theirs that are fixed towards the entrance.

Sliding the drink towards them, you finally cast your own gaze to the two males that are currently making their way over to the bar. The soft jazz that plays in the background of your dim lighted establishment goes perfectly with their suave walk as they seem to almost step in sync with each other.

“Lord, have mercy. You’re gonna need it, y/n.”

Your loyal patron then leaves with their drink, and you inwardly curse the fact that they’ve left you alone, but you don’t have much time to think anymore on it as the two gentlemen pull out the bar stools to sit right in front of you. Immediately, you go into work mode.

“Can I get you two a drink?”

“No.” The male to the right, with what looks to be a bored expression on their face responds first. His arms are folded across his chest as he leans back against the back of the barstool.

“Yes.” The male on the left gives a sharp look to his companion, before settling his orbs onto your amused ones. A smile instantly lights up on his face, and you can’t help but return the smile warmly. He leans forward on his elbows and pokes his tongue out the corner of his mouth as he makes quick work of scanning the available liquor bottles that surround your patiently waiting form.

“Tonic water for me and a rum and coke for him.”

Quiet and mysterious decides to speak up when his companion takes too long. You give him a subtle nod and turn your back to begin making the drinks. Once they’re done, you make sure to set them on individual coasters in front of the gentlemen.

“Rough night?” The words come natural, almost ritualistic if you will when it comes to the world of being a bartender.

“You could say that again.” The indecisive one snorts loudly into his drink as he downs half of it, before setting it back onto the coaster. Mr. Tonic just bores holes into his own glass, his fingers gliding around the rim of the glass with a sullen expression. Without looking up, he asks you a question.

“What’s your take on infidelity?”

Sucking in your bottom lip, you pick up a random glass and start wiping it with a cloth to keep yourself busy.

“I don’t see the point in it, honestly. If you’re unhappy in your current relationship, why don’t people just speak up and say so? Why go to the magnitude of sneaking around to meet up with someone? If you’re not happy, and it can’t be resolved, then just leave.”

Despite your best efforts to not let your emotions and own personal happenstance with the taboo topic show, the end of your statement comes out sharp. So sharp, it has Mr. Tonic’s eyes flicking up to your side profile in observation. He watches you pause your wiping for a moment, he sees your eyes gloss over into a memory that judging by the broken look on your face – you would otherwise wish to forget.

Mr. Rum and Coke just hums in agreement, his lips once again secured around the rim of his glass as he takes another swig of the hard liquor. It burns his throat until he can feel the warmth in his stomach. He twirls the glass in his hand and watches the liquid swirl inside as if in a trance.

“Wouldn’t the world be a better place if we all weren’t afraid to speak our minds? No, really." He laughs mirthlessly, pointing the glass lazily at you. His eyes already look hazy, and he's not even done with his first glass. You can tell this guy is a lightweight. "Imagine how better off everyone would be and how much life would feel more fulfilling. Not to mention we wouldn't waste our time with no good, cheating little-”

"Jimin." The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end when Mr. Tonic's voice suddenly pierces through Jimin's rambling, silencing the male completely.

"Sorry, Yoongi. They just get me so angry!"

Yoongi lightly 'hmms' as he finishes off his tonic water.

"Would you like a refill?" You step towards him, grabbing his glass and rinsing it out before setting it back in front of him on his coaster. His eyes flicker down to the dainty, silver band on your left ring finger that he didn't quite notice before, it's paired with an equally as minimal round cut diamond in the center of it. He ignores it, for now, eyes meeting yours once again to answer you.

"Just water, please. I'm going to have to make sure that this guy gets home safely now." He jabs a crooked thumb at his companion.

Jimin splutters, cheeks rosy and glass empty as he shoves the glass in Yoongi's face with a pointed finger and a whiny retaliation.

"Aish. I'm not drunk yet, hyung!"

"Keyword; yet."

"What's your favorite drink?"

He ignores Yoongi's words, even when he knows they're true, and sets his sights on your form. You just finished pouring a cold pitcher of water into Yoongi's glass when you give him a smile.

"I don't drink, actually. Not anymore."

"Wait—let me get this straight. You're a bartender, but you don't drink?"

“I know, right? The irony of it all. But I fell in love with the craft and art of making the drink, rather than drinking it.”

Yoongi raises his glass of water in solidarity with you.

“I’ll have another please!”

“Sure thing, coming right up!”

You grab his now empty glass and rinse it, preparing another rum and coke. As you’re doing so, Jimin gasps in delight and points at the large flat screen tv that overhangs the bar.

“Only 10 more minutes left until this shitty year is over!”

You chuckle at his enthusiasm, setting his drink back down in front of him on his coaster.

“That bad, huh?” You question lightly, not wanting to overstep any boundaries if neither wanted to talk about it.

“Oh, the worst.” Jimin sighs, rubbing his hands over his face. With his eyes now freshly rubbed, he feels more awake then before, and more observant. He notices the ring on your finger.

“Oh! You’re married? Aren’t you sad that you have to work on New Years Eve instead of being home?” He tilts his head cutely, and though you realize he has no idea about your ring, it takes everything in you not to shut down.

Your body becomes tense once again, Yoongi notices. His brows crease with worry when he sees that far off look on your face. He sucks his bottom lip between his teeth, shaking his head at his companion.

“Jimin, you really shouldn’t be so nosy.”

“What? What did I say?”

You snap out of your reverie and force a small smile to appear. Your eyes meet Yoongi’s first, then Jimin’s.

“It’s okay, I’m not afraid to talk about it.” You shrug your shoulders with indifference, then lay your hand flat on the surface between them and wiggle your fingers as you explain. “My ex-fiancé cheated on me with his supposed–,” you then raise your hands, bending your fingers to make fake quotations. “–best friend.”

Jimin leans forward on his hands against the counter as he pushes his body closer to yours. Due to his hazy state of mind, he didn’t realize exactly how much, the alcohol on his breath being close enough for you to smell in the leaning position you were already currently in between them.

“What a fucking idiot!” He gestures wildly at you, his filter officially off. “How could anyone choose someone else over you?!”

You raise one eyebrow at his compliment, a genuine smile appearing on your face. To your surprise, Yoongi joins in.

“He’s right, your ex is a complete imbecile for losing you. Though I apologize you had to go through that.”

Before you could open your mouth, Jimin places one of his hands over yours on the counter and the other on Yoongi’s shoulder, giving your hand a gentle squeeze, his face full of nothing but empathy for your situation— and Yoongi’s, apparently.

“You know, Yoongi just went through the same thing with his ex-fiancé tonight. Small world, huh?”

Yoongi just sighs in resignation, shaking his head at Jimin before confirming with a curt nod.

You wince, sharing a look of understanding with the male.

“Well, if it’s any consolation, they’re also stupid for losing you.”

Jimin chimes in, voice questioning.

“Why do you still wear it?”

You smirk at that, eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Because once I found out the cost of the ring, I kept it for the emotional damage he caused.”

“Is it weird that I’m slightly afraid to ask?” Jimin laughs nervously.

You splay your fingers out in between them, the diamond catching a glare from the light that hangs above your trio.

Yoongi answers, your eyes widen in surprise and Jimin just splutters out the last of his drink he only just began to swallow.

“$10,000.”

“Shut the fuck up!” Jimin’s voice shrills, eyes wide as he stares between you two waiting for you to say he’s joking.

You hum in amusement, head tilting to the side.

“How did you know?”

“No–“ Jimin still stutters in the background in disbelief as you and Yoongi continue with the conversation.

“It’s the same ring I bought for my ex — from Tiffany’s, right?”

“That’s correct.”

“I’ll admit the guy may have no brains when it comes to women, but he does have good taste in jewelry.”

“I’ll cheers to that!” You raise your hand, pretending to be holding a glass and ‘clinking’ it with his real one.

He downs the rest of his drink and sets it on the counter. Jimin’s about to spew even more gibberish, when he gets cut off by Ryan Seacrest’s voice resounding from the large, flat screen tvs that are displayed in various places around the bar.

“Only 30 more seconds until the end of the year, and the start of a new one! Let’s countdown now!”

Everyone in the bar turns to stare at the tv, all except the two gentlemen in front of you who share a side eye, Jimin tilting his head in your oblivious direction and Yoongi nods in response to his silent question.

“20 seconds remaining!”

Yoongi fishes around in the lining of his jacket for a pen he always keeps there just incase, while Jimin discreetly grabs a new napkin from the dispenser and slides it over to Yoongi. He grabs it and hastily scrawls a message that once he’s done, he shows to Jimin who gives him two thumbs up and a bright smile in return. Yoongi flips it over and slides it in front of your still unaware form.

“10 seconds!”

You let out a shaky sigh, eyes closing before reopening as you begin counting down with the rest of the bar, now including Yoongi and Jimin.

“Y/N?”

“What?” You try to shout over the loud chanting, as you turn your head to face the two only to stop breathing as they both lean in to give you a lingering kiss, Yoongi taking one reddened cheek and Jimin taking the other.

“Happy New Year, y/n!” Jimin. “Thank you for a wonderful time. Hopefully, we can see each other again.” Yoongi. They both say their farewells, one after the other.

With a final, warm smile from both men, and Jimin tipping an invisible hat, they turn and walk through the now crowded bar who are all giving well wishes to everyone around them for the new year.

You go to lean your head against your hand as you watch them leave, elbow coming in contact with a napkin you didn’t notice before. Your eyes first see the words that reads ‘turn me over’. When you do, your eyebrows raise in shock as you read what’s both hastily, yet somehow elegantly written in black ink, eyes once again quickly looking up to see if you can see any semblance of any of the two men within the crowd.

You deflate for a moment when you see neither, but holding the napkin to your chest, you smile with a new sense of hope.

‘Call me and we can get together for another drink, this time, on us.

xxx-xxx-xxxx

Yoongi’

What a Happy New Year, indeed.

#feedback 💝

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jvngkook97 · 1 year

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first drawing with my ipad *breakdances*

#yoooo this is *chef’s kiss*#you’re insanely talented op!!!!#thank you for sharing your masterpiece with us!!!

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jvngkook97 · 1 year

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Fic about scrunchies and namjoon? What do you say?

Lavender Haze

synopsis; in which your love life is defined by events of the use of scrunchies — or rather, a specific one.

pairing; boyfriend!namjoon x girlfriend!reader

genre; angst, fluff, humor, slice of life, s2l

warnings; cursing, mentions of alcohol and alcohol consumption, mentions of throwing up, implied smut but nothing explicit, YALL this one got me in my feels cause they love each other so much 🥹😮‍💨

rating; 18+

w/c; 2,307

a/n; who would’ve thought scrunchies and Namjoon would be so FREAKING ADORABLE. thank you anon for the exemplary suggestion of this scenario and allowing me to bring it into existence. you a real one ☝🏻 lol ok enjoy <3333

You could feel the bass of the music reverberate through your knees that were planted on the linoleum flooring in the bathroom. Your hands were secured around the rim of some random guys toilet, and you were puking your brains out.

“Oh, shit. I’m sorry. I didn’t think anyone else was–“

You were so worried about making it to the toilet on time, you forgot to lock the door, thus incurring this embarrassing scenario. Least you knew the dude, considering he was in more than a few of your college classes — Kim Namjoon.

Namjoon hesitates to leave you by yourself, even moreso when you can’t even bother to acknowledge him due to all the sickness you’re still letting out. He grimaces, not out of disgust, but out of empathy. He hates throwing up in his own house, he can’t imagine what it’s like at someone else’s.

Before you can register what’s happening, his hands are combing through your hair, making sure that he gets every strand out of your face and out of the way of your stream of vomit. He notices a lavender colored scrunchie sitting on the counter, one he recognizes as belonging to the host of the party’s sister who was wearing it earlier in the night. Without much thought, he easily grabs it and kneels down next to your shaky form, holding your hair back and utilizing the scrunchie to tie it loosely.

Once you’re finally done emptying the contents of your stomach, he tears off a few pieces of toilet paper to gently wipe off the sick from your mouth before throwing it in the toilet. You smile over your shoulder at him in quiet thanks, and he swears for a moment the world stopped. Helping you sit up, he flushes the toilet and sits back against the bathtub, parting his long legs to allow you to easily slot between them and lean back against him for a moment of rest that you sink into gratefully.

“Thank you, Namjoon.” Your voice is raspy, barely a whisper, throat thoroughly fucked up from the amount of acid that just went through it in a short amount of time.

Your eyes fight to stay open, his fingers lightly drawing circles on your arm that he does unknowingly, to distract himself – but the action only causes you to drift into slumberland. Something, he only notices, when he begins to hear the subtle snores coming from you.

He chuckles in disbelief, shaking his head and letting his head fall back to stare up at the white ceiling of the bathroom. You curl up into him sideways and he can’t help the smile that cracks on the edge of his lips as he stares at your now peaceful face.

You were going to be a handful, and he didn’t mind one bit.

“You’re welcome, y/n.” He whispers into your hair, moments later, laying his head sideways on top of yours.

That was the beginning of your relationship.

…

“I thought you said the weather was supposed to be nice and cool, Joon!” You whined childishly, trying and failing to break away from his arms as he pulled you back into his sweaty chest, once again.

You fake gag at him, and he pouts at you cutely, bottom lip jutting out to add to his unnerving ability to make you somehow swoon no matter what he does — or how bad he sweats.

Your long hair sticks to your now semi-bare back, thankful that you always try to wear a basic camisole underneath your clothes just incase something like this happens. You clump your hair up with one hand and hold it to the side in an attempt to fan your back, though the humidity of the day doesn’t help you at all.

“I didn’t put into consideration that the humidity would make you gain a cold sweat so easily. I’m sorry, baby.”

Namjoon shares the same sentiment when it comes to fashion, being sure to wear a white tank top underneath his clothes, joining you in the bearing of skin that wasn’t planned.

The only difference being that unlike you, he didn’t mind it, especially when it gives him a better view of your flawless figure that he usually only sees at home at night, or during the summertime.

“You’re lucky I love you.”

You continue walking ahead, oblivious to both the words that just slipped out of your mouth for the first time, and unaware of the effect it had on your boyfriend of 10 months who immediately stopped in his tracks when the words hit his ears.

After a few seconds of rambling to yourself, you stop and finally realize that you’ve been talking to yourself, angling your body towards him with one hand on your jutted out hip and the other still holding your hair up, a look of pure confusion on your face as you see the guffawed look on Joon’s.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

His eyes narrow, searching your doe eyes for something that you’re not sure of and he wonders if you truly have no idea exactly what you just said to him. His heart is still beating fast as he nervously asks you a question.

“What did you just say?”

“What do you mean?”

He steps towards you, a few steps immediately planting himself back in front of you due to his long legs. His hands fidget anxiously, and you can’t tell if the sweat on his forehead is from the weather or his nerves. Your brows pinch in worry.

“Joonie, you’re freaking me out. What did I say?”

Instead of answering, he digs into the fanny pack he’s wearing and walks behind you. Swatting your hand away from your hair, he replaces it with his. Scrunchie in mouth, the same lavender one he’s kept on him since that night, the tip of his teeth keeping it from falling onto the ground, he once again combs his fingers through your hair, tying it up for you with ease.

You have to hum in approval when you take a look at how your hair looks through the camera on your phone. With both of his hands now on your shoulders, you see him towering over your short stature. Still looking at him through the camera he taps your chin lightly with his fingertip, a silent way of him telling you to look up at him so he can kiss you.

Standing on your tip toes, you lean up to meet him halfway as he bends down. As he does, he makes sure to adjust you in a way that he can reach your phone and switch it to video, pressing the big, red button before he’s looking back down at your closed eyes, and he smiles, thinking back to the night he first met you.

He whispers the three words on your lips before capturing your gasp of shock both with his lips and through the video that’s now forever saved on your phone.

“I love you too.”

…

The smell of your favorite breakfast wakes you up, along with the soft kiss that you feel on your forehead.

“Wakey, wakey. Eggs and bakey!”

You chuckle groggily, rubbing your eyes as you slowly sit up in your shared bed. Once the sleep leaves them enough, you’re able to see the full buffet he so graciously slaved over for you.

Eggs. Bacon. Avocado toast. Tea.

A true breakfast of champions.

You reach for the fork, then pause. You cast Namjoon a side glance, now that he’s sitting beside you on the bed.

“What?”

“What day is it?”

“Monday?”

“Shit! The kids—,”

Namjoon grabs your arm, gently pulling you back down onto the bed. He gives a feigned look of disappointment, in which you just stare hard at.

“Your lack of faith in me is disturbing, baby. The kids are at school, I took them myself.”

Slowly, you let your body relax back into the bed. Hesitantly, you grab your avocado toast and gingerly take a bite, ears straining to here any semblance of yours kids actually being home and not at school like he said.

He sees you wary, and rolls his eyes, digging his phone out of his pocket to bring up the ‘find my iPhone’ app that shows your kids location.

What? You’re a protective mama bear.

You grab his phone from his hand and bring it closer to your face for further inspection and clarification.

“You wound me, y/n!”

His mouth opens to further dig the metaphorical knife into your already guilty heart, when you decide to shove the rest of your toast into his mouth in retaliation, kissing his scruffy cheek for good measure.

He chews loudly, swallowing the delicious toast before his eyes widen when he sees your hair beginning to cascade over your shoulders and into your freshly brewed cup of tea.

“Baby, wait!”

“What?!”

You freeze, hands up in the air in defense.

He reaches behind him to scurry through his side table drawer, pushing away unmentionables to find exactly what he was looking for — the scrunchie.

Your face softens considerably when you see him showing you it in triumph, then scoots himself as best as he can behind you to comb his fingers through your hair once, twice, three times.

“Joonie, as much as I love you playing with my hair, you’re going to make me fall asleep again.”

He chuckles warmly, placing your hair into a messy bun, your new hairdo of choice now that you’ve become a mom of two.

“What’s so wrong about that?”

“Well—,” you start, tone mischievous, eyes innocent, as you carefully take the tray of food off your bed and set it on the floor next to the bed. Next, you crawl over to him, swinging your leg across his lap and sitting down, wrapping your arms around his neck. His brow raises in question, but the smirk on his face let’s you know he knows what you wanna do.

Or rather, who.

“Have I told you lately how much I love you?” You lean your forehead against his, staring into his eyes lovingly.

He shrugs indifferently.

“Not nearly as much as I tell you.”

You place a hand over your heart, imitating being wounded. He just laughs at your theatrics, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips that sends goosebumps on your skin, and a shiver down your spine at the anticipation of them being elsewhere on your body.

Your lips graze over his lightly, fingers trailing down his bare chest ever so slowly until they reach the waistband of his loungers. His breath gets caught in his throat, a low groan rumbling in his chest as your fingers dig underneath to cup his gradually hardening member with expert hand.

The whimper that slips past his lips, to only get captured by yours sends shockwaves through your body, causing you to press your lips together fully that he reciprocates in earnest. Then, just when the pleasure is on the verge of becoming to much—

You stop.

He throws his head back against the headboard in mild annoyance, watching you get up off the bed only to stand in front of it. The sashay of your hips let’s him know you’re not done with him yet, especially when you grab the lavender scrunchie to let loose your hair, it coming down to lay over your now bare chest as you motion at him with a ‘come hither’.

You don’t have to tell him twice.

Squealing, you run into the bathroom, him shedding his clothes and running after you as you cackle loudly (and cutely if you ask him).

With the shower session now being over, you to bask in the afterglow of your shared bathroom that now feels like a sauna. Sitting in the same position on the floor against the bathtub like when he first met you all those years ago on that one faithful night at a random college house party.

Your eyes crack open when his chest rises and falls, causing your head to bob at his actions. You playfully smack his chest for ruining the moment, but it just makes him laugh harder.

“What’s so funny, love?”

He kisses you on the nose with a grin, eyes sparkling with nothing but love and warmth that you never get tired of seeing. You’re positive that your eyes reflect the same back.

“Did you know—,” he starts off, fingers lightly threading through your hair as he speaks, voice light and wispy, as he flashes back in time. “I knew I was going to love you that night?”

You snort in bewilderment.

“Was it my exceedingly good poise of throwing up in a toilet that did it?”

“No, it was this.”

He reaches up with his arm to grab the one constant since the beginning of your relationship.

The lavender scrunchie.

You tilt your head back against his chest, looking up at him in confusion.

“Baby, that wasn’t even mine to begin with. It was Heather’s.”

“I know, silly. It’s not so much the scrunchie, but all the memories behind it. You know? We had all of our firsts with you wearing it, if you remember.”

“Oh, I remember.” You kiss his fingers as you take the scrunchie into your own hand, letting it dangle on your own fingers as you both reminisce. He carefully takes it back, and you lean forward already knowing what he’s about to do.

Swiftly, expertly, routinely, he combs his fingers through your hair to then tie it up. Your baby hairs stick out at all angles as you look over your shoulder at him and give him a dazzling smile, just like all those years ago.

And he swears, he falls in love with you all over again.

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Suchwita: New Years Edition

synopsis; in which two gentlemen walk into a bar. or, more specifically – your bar on New Years Eve.

pairing; yoonmin x bartender!reader

genre; fluff, humor, angst, bartender!au, New Years Eve au

rating; 18+

warnings; talks of alcohol and alcohol consumption(always drink responsibly!), infidelity is discussed, flirting on all ends~

w/c; 2,131

The bell rings to signal another customer has entered, you don’t look up.

“Lord, have mercy. You’re gonna need it, y/n.”

“Can I get you two a drink?”

“No.” The male to the right, with what looks to be a bored expression on their face responds first. His arms are folded across his chest as he leans back against the back of the barstool.

“Tonic water for me and a rum and coke for him.”

“Rough night?” The words come natural, almost ritualistic if you will when it comes to the world of being a bartender.

“What’s your take on infidelity?”

Sucking in your bottom lip, you pick up a random glass and start wiping it with a cloth to keep yourself busy.

"Jimin." The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end when Mr. Tonic's voice suddenly pierces through Jimin's rambling, silencing the male completely.

"Sorry, Yoongi. They just get me so angry!"

Yoongi lightly 'hmms' as he finishes off his tonic water.

"Just water, please. I'm going to have to make sure that this guy gets home safely now." He jabs a crooked thumb at his companion.

Jimin splutters, cheeks rosy and glass empty as he shoves the glass in Yoongi's face with a pointed finger and a whiny retaliation.

"Aish. I'm not drunk yet, hyung!"

"Keyword; yet."

"What's your favorite drink?"

He ignores Yoongi's words, even when he knows they're true, and sets his sights on your form. You just finished pouring a cold pitcher of water into Yoongi's glass when you give him a smile.

"I don't drink, actually. Not anymore."

"Wait—let me get this straight. You're a bartender, but you don't drink?"

“I know, right? The irony of it all. But I fell in love with the craft and art of making the drink, rather than drinking it.”

Yoongi raises his glass of water in solidarity with you.

“I’ll have another please!”

“Sure thing, coming right up!”

You grab his now empty glass and rinse it, preparing another rum and coke. As you’re doing so, Jimin gasps in delight and points at the large flat screen tv that overhangs the bar.

“Only 10 more minutes left until this shitty year is over!”

You chuckle at his enthusiasm, setting his drink back down in front of him on his coaster.

“That bad, huh?” You question lightly, not wanting to overstep any boundaries if neither wanted to talk about it.

“Oh, the worst.” Jimin sighs, rubbing his hands over his face. With his eyes now freshly rubbed, he feels more awake then before, and more observant. He notices the ring on your finger.

“Jimin, you really shouldn’t be so nosy.”

“What? What did I say?”

You snap out of your reverie and force a small smile to appear. Your eyes meet Yoongi’s first, then Jimin’s.

“What a fucking idiot!” He gestures wildly at you, his filter officially off. “How could anyone choose someone else over you?!”

You raise one eyebrow at his compliment, a genuine smile appearing on your face. To your surprise, Yoongi joins in.

“He’s right, your ex is a complete imbecile for losing you. Though I apologize you had to go through that.”

“You know, Yoongi just went through the same thing with his ex-fiancé tonight. Small world, huh?”

Yoongi just sighs in resignation, shaking his head at Jimin before confirming with a curt nod.

You wince, sharing a look of understanding with the male.

“Well, if it’s any consolation, they’re also stupid for losing you.”

Jimin chimes in, voice questioning.

“Why do you still wear it?”

You smirk at that, eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Because once I found out the cost of the ring, I kept it for the emotional damage he caused.”

“Is it weird that I’m slightly afraid to ask?” Jimin laughs nervously.

You splay your fingers out in between them, the diamond catching a glare from the light that hangs above your trio.

Yoongi answers, your eyes widen in surprise and Jimin just splutters out the last of his drink he only just began to swallow.

“$10,000.”

“Shut the fuck up!” Jimin’s voice shrills, eyes wide as he stares between you two waiting for you to say he’s joking.

You hum in amusement, head tilting to the side.

“How did you know?”

“No–“ Jimin still stutters in the background in disbelief as you and Yoongi continue with the conversation.

“It’s the same ring I bought for my ex — from Tiffany’s, right?”

“That’s correct.”

“I’ll admit the guy may have no brains when it comes to women, but he does have good taste in jewelry.”

“I’ll cheers to that!” You raise your hand, pretending to be holding a glass and ‘clinking’ it with his real one.

“Only 30 more seconds until the end of the year, and the start of a new one! Let’s countdown now!”

“20 seconds remaining!”

“10 seconds!”

You let out a shaky sigh, eyes closing before reopening as you begin counting down with the rest of the bar, now including Yoongi and Jimin.

“Y/N?”

“Happy New Year, y/n!” Jimin. “Thank you for a wonderful time. Hopefully, we can see each other again.” Yoongi. They both say their farewells, one after the other.

With a final, warm smile from both men, and Jimin tipping an invisible hat, they turn and walk through the now crowded bar who are all giving well wishes to everyone around them for the new year.

You deflate for a moment when you see neither, but holding the napkin to your chest, you smile with a new sense of hope.

‘Call me and we can get together for another drink, this time, on us.

xxx-xxx-xxxx

Yoongi’

What a Happy New Year, indeed.

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minors -> dni

long way home - @sparklingchim | 💔🤍💋✍🏻❌

pairing -> dilf!jk x female bff!reader

sum. “jungkook's life makes an 180 degree turn when he's suddenly a single dad and while you're trying to help him come accustomed to the new circumstances, your long-standing friendship takes new turns as well.„

carved - @haliiimede | 💔💋🩸✍🏻❌

pairing -> demon!jk x female angel!reader

sum. “Hundreds of years after the Underworld wins the war, Vaesen - demon kind - rule the Realms. The Vanir - creatures of light and the Heavens - are hunted and enslaved by Vaesen. When the demon prince Jungkook is given one of the Carved - angels who have been stripped of their wings - he has no idea what to do with you. You, however, have plans you are determined to see through. Even if it means death in the end.„

red light - @kookieswan | 💔🤍💋🩸✍🏻❌

pairing -> nightmare!hoseok x female psychologist!reader

sum. “Fresh out of school with your psychology license, you would have never guessed your first job would be to take care of those who hide in the dark… The Nightmares.„

just friends - @kinktae | 💔🤍💋✍🏻✅

pairing -> childhood best-friend!jk x f!reader

sum. “The transition from best friends to best friends with benefits is never easy, especially when there’s a daddy kink involved.„

color me in - @taegularities | 💔🤍💋✍🏻❌

pairing -> artist/fuckboy!jk x f!reader

sum. “Jungkook’s door only opens for you when there’s a barter: a trade of lust and haze. But today you knock for something more, as intriguing as it is frightening – and you hope it doesn’t close his door forever.„

all i want - @sxtaep | 🤍💋✍🏻✅

pairing -> fuckboy!jk x textbook nerd female!reader

sum. “you fall into the temptation of fucking your best friend, aka the biggest fuckboy on campus.„

the a-listers - @httpknjoon | 💔🤍🤣✍🏻❌

pairing -> actor!jin x famous female!reader

sum. “Meet Y/N and Jin, two of Hollywood's hottest celebrities and couple— or are they? Media and fans have been wanting to hear a confirmation for years now. But you two are always good at confusing everyone. Watch as everyone else play this guessing game of what's the relationship between Y/N and Jin.„

an abundance of luck & a sprinkle of fate - @borathae | 💔🤍💋✍🏻✅

pairing -> ceo!jk x female sex worker!reader

sum. “When two souls with different reasons for why life has broken them find each other, it takes an abundance of luck and a sprinkle of fate to make them see that maybe healing together isn’t as bad as it sounds.„

feels like home - @btsrunmylife | 💔🤍🤣📱✍🏻❌

pairing -> a/b/o!bts x beta female!reader

sum. “Emotional Support Werewolves. You never thought you’d hear those words in the same sentence. As a beta yourself, it should be insulting. It would be if it weren’t for the fact the Bangtan pack provides these services to other werewolves separated from their packs. Your refusal to take advantage of such services only lasts until one difficult night in particular, where being separated from your parents’ pack is too hard to handle on your own. Who knew your roommate’s insistence would eventually win you over?„

thirty-five - @bangtansmauyeondan | 💔🤍💋🤣📱✍🏻❌

pairing -> in-studio director!jk x female stage director!reader

sum. “It has always been the battle of the best between you and your college rival, Jungkook. What happens when years later, you cross paths again working for the same broadcasting network company, and the competitive flame is rekindled? Well, a whole new drunken bet that determines your futures wasn’t in your line of vision, but here you are… and you have until 35.„

camp bangtan - @eoieopda | 🤍💋🤣✍🏻❌

pairing -> camp counselor!jk x female camp counselor!reader

sum. “After a successful first season, Camp Bangtan is back open for the summer - and this time, it's co-ed! Surely, seasoned counselor Jungkook can promote healthy competition amongst the campers without antagonizing his new co-counselor - right?„

risqué - @mercurygguk | 💔🤍💋✍🏻❌

pairing -> older!jk x younger female!reader

sum. “in which jungkook becomes involved with his boss’ daughter, who’s 10 years younger than him, despite knowing he shouldn’t. however, no matter how hard he tries, he’s unable to stay away. eventually feelings get in the way and so does jungkook’s subconscious, making it difficult for him to decipher if he should give into his lust and feelings or walk the other way before anyone gets hurt.

what started out as a one-time-thing to get the tension out of their systems ended up being a whirlwind of confusing feelings, doing the right thing and letting themselves fall in love despite the odds that are against them.„

our time - @taestefully-in-luv | 💔🤍💋✍🏻❌

pairing -> detective!jk x amnesiac graphic designer!reader (side pairing for seokjin x reader)

sum. “After an accident and being in a coma for three months, you finally wake. But the last nine years of your life have been completely erased. You rely on none other than your best friend, Jungkook, to help regain your memories and yourself. But what happens when the truth of your missing time starts unraveling and it isn’t all it’s made out to be?„

art of the soul - @jvngkook97 | 💔🤍💋✍🏻✅

pairing -> artist!jk x female model!reader

sum. “this concept came to me from an artist koo compilation on YouTube that had me daydreaming on some “what if’s”. more specifically, ‘what if Jungkook used your body as a canvas’ and it was really soft and cute and then I realized I needed this in my life and maybe you do too so here you go!” no actual summary, author’s note for first chapter

the iron ring - @haliiimede | 💔🤍💋🩸✍🏻✅

pairing -> fae prince!Jimin x human female!reader

sum. “After finding a mysterious ring while cleaning out your late grandmother’s attic, you receive the unlikeliest of visitors: a fae prince who claims you have something that belongs to him. Discovering the fairytales your grandmother told you are true is the least of your problems when you’re taken to a world dangerous and unfamiliar.„

gym bunny - @bebejungkook | 💔🤍💋✍🏻✅

pairing -> muscle pig!jk x shy chubby female!reader

sum. “After being tired of feeling insecure you decided to take your friends advice and hit the gym. The only problem is you don’t know what to do, but luckily the very muscular and scary guy next to you offered to teach you a couple things. He just also happens to be the sweetest man you’ve ever met and not scary at all. You catch yourself falling in love with him on your journey of self love, but old insecurities stop you from doing anything about it.„

perilla leaves - @onlyswan | 🤍🤣✅

pairing -> idol!jk x f!reader

sum. “in which jungkook is team not okay for the perilla leaf debate.„

real or not real - @nmjoo-n | 💔💋✅

pairing -> fashion designer!hoseok x female student!reader

sum. “‘you’ve been begging to get fucked since the moment you walked through that door, beautiful. real or not real?’ or; hoseok respectfully couldn’t give less of a fuck what your father thought of him. he wouldn’t stay away from you.„

what if i love you too much? - @taleasnewastime | 💔🤍💋✅

pairing -> jungkook x single mom!reader

sum. “Jungkook. It’s only a name you learn after your son kicks his ball over the fence. Before that you only knew him as the hot new neighbour who mows his lawn topless. And though you have no intention of getting to know him anymore than that, inevitably you do. You don’t necessarily fall, it’s too slow for that, but you definitely develop feelings you don’t intend to feel. Because you know men like him, and you know that whatever you’re feeling, he’s probably not feeling the same. All the same, however hard you try, you can’t help yourself.„

stretch you out - @chateautae | 🤍💋✅

pairing -> gym employee!jk x f!reader x gym employee!joon

sum. “you have a plan for your crappy, diabolical ex who’s set on ruining your life; making him jealous by snagging a raunchy photo with two hot employees at the gym. what you didn’t have a plan for? befriending the mischievous pair to aid in your revenge and ending up underneath not just one, but both of them.„

pink carnations - @fizzydrink698 | 🤍✅

pairing -> florist!jk x female tattoo artist!reader

sum. “‘They’re not,’ Jungkook hurried to say, swallowing. There was the faintest hint of pink in his cheeks, almost but not quite unnoticeable. ‘They’re just…I thought they looked cool. That’s all.’„

…being soulmates… - @soraviii | 💔🤍💋✅

pairing -> soulmate!bts x f!reader

sum. a/n. “soulmates are my favourite trope cause of low self-esteem, I hope it is yours as well. The trope, not the issues.„ lol I got both

stay - @koostarcandy | 💔🤍💋✅

pairing -> Jungkook x f!reader

sum. “jungkook comes in and out of your life like a recurring side character in a 90s show. you wish that he would stay, just like the main character that he is.„

canvas - @sugar-petals | 🤍💋🤣✍🏻✅

pairing -> dancer!jk x female tattoo artist!reader

sum. “jk serves as your canvas for a renowned LA tattoo competition. experienced in keeping it calm, you lift the trophy by giving him a full torso makeover. the prize money and glory is yours, plus his new tattoo couldn’t look any better. so, what are you gonna do with all that?„

paint me naked - @gimmethatagustd | 💔🤍💋✍🏻✅

pairing -> artist!jk x female poetry student!reader (feat. taehyung)

sum. “After the mysteriously hot guy in your university class starts taking an interest in you, should you really trust that he’s not like all the other college fuckboys? Especially when his best friend is the guy who broke your heart?„

oreos and electroshock couples therapy - @ladyartemesia | 💔🤍🤣✍🏻✅

pairing -> detective!jk x female detective!reader

sum. “You and infuriating precinct playboy Jeon Jungkook go undercover to lure out a killer targeting engaged couples. Literally nothing goes according to plan…„

fade into you - @nmjoo-n | 🤍💋✍🏻✅

pairing -> barista!jk x f!reader

sum. ““oh angel, for how fucking adorable you are, you sure don’t use that pretty little brain of yours much,” or jungkook has no limits when it comes to you. you’re his, he’s gonna get it through your head, eventually.„

perhaps love - @mangowillow | 💔🤍✍🏻✅

pairing -> childhood friend!jk x f!reader

sum. “for as long as you can remember, you have been in love with your childhood friend turned roommate, but jeon jungkook remains oblivious even when he comes to comfort and help you sleep every night.„

come sail away - @the-boy-meets-evil | 💔🤍💋✍🏻✅

pairing -> seokjin x f!reader

sum. “kim seokjin is the captain of a sailing team bound for one of the biggest regattas around. only one problem: that team also includes taehyung, who's incredibly accident prone. will he let you save the day despite your history?„

#thank you so much for including me in this list of talented writers #it’s truly an honor!!! <3 #fic recs

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jvngkook97 · 1 year

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So basically I’m thinking of one with like Jungkook and like it’s teacherxstudent and obv he’s the teacher and the reader and him are like enemies, but idfk 😭 😭 😭 smthing happens and theirs like a lot of angst bc I’m a angst lover 😍😍😍😍 You can choose what happens next and you can add smut if u’d like to ♥️

It could also be Namjoon because he just screams Sexy Teacher

~ K

Stain

synopsis; in which you meet the love of your life at the wrong time.

pairing; professor!Namjoon x student!reader ft. student!jungkook

genre; angst, fluff, humor, s2l, l2e, professor au, student au, college au

warnings; cursing, heavy angst, minor age gap but still within legal age (Namjoon is 28, reader is 23), student x teacher relationship (kind of you’ll see), implied smut but nothing graphic, some fluffy moments ~

rating; 21+ MINORS DNI

w/c; 4,366

a/n; let me just say…IT WAS SO HARD TO CHOOSE. And most importantly: I do not condone any type of student x teacher relationship and even though they’re both of legal age in this fic, it still doesn’t make it right (in my opinion, no hate pls) with that being said if this isn’t your cup of tea that’s ok!! pls skip this one and check out my masterlist of other fics you may be interested in!! just be sure to read the warnings before you continue! enough rambling, enjoy!!

When you first saw him, it was by chance. More of a fleeting moment, really. One that’s common between two strangers.

When he actually saw you, he saw art come to life in front of his eyes.

When your worlds finally collide, it brings nothing but chaos.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

That was the only word running through your mind as you pumped your legs, willing them to push through the ache and pain you currently felt as you dodged people left and right muttering a half-assed apology over your shoulder. The bus you were trying to catch was only a few yards ahead of you, hope filled your mind, air filled your lungs, and you made it just in the nick of time to stop the doors from closing with your hand.

The driver gives you the stink eye, but ultimately doesn’t have a say when you pay the bus fine for the day. All he does is grunt in greeting, jerking his head back towards the seats as a gesture for you to hurry it up and sit down.

You don’t have to be told twice.

Trying your best to keep your focus ahead of you, you let your peripheral scan the options of seats available. You see one near the back of the bus and make an instant beeline to it. On the way, the glare of the sun through the windows blinds you momentarily, enough for you to stop walking, hand falling on the corner of the seat next to you in order to keep yourself balanced when the bus starts moving.

A male sitting in the seat just behind is wearing a brown corduroy coat, heavily focused on the inky black words that adorn the tattered, worn book he’s reading. The way he holds it let’s you know it has to be one of his favorites, and when a ghost of a smile cracks on his closed lips, it breaks you out of your reverie, a slight tint appearing to your cheeks when you think you’ve been caught staring. When his eyes stay down as he flips another page, you allow yourself to hastily walk pass him and sit down in the vacant seat unnoticed.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

You don’t see him again until a few days later, and this time, you’re not alone.

A slender, tattooed finger flicks you on the forehead and you blink harshly, flinching back from the sudden digit and glaring at the male who is bent over in front of you laughing to himself at your pain.

“You are such an arse, Jungkook.”

“It’s not my fault that you zone out so deeply every time you come across an artwork you like and it’s impossible to reel you back into reality!”

You blow a raspberry at him. He blows one back.

The crowd within the museum is surprisingly thick, probably due to the latest still life exhibit by Elias Whitley, a promising up and coming artist and photographer. The only way you were able to see it, and be there, was to ditch school for a day. Something, your best friend didn’t mind doing at all.

However, if he knew it was going to be such a bore, he would’ve just stayed in class.

“I’m going to snack at the finger foods table until they tell me to stop, you good on your own?”

“I’m good, thank you. Just don’t get kicked out, please.”

“No promises.”

With a wink and finger guns, he’s lost within the throe of people around you. You sigh softly to yourself, and turn to walk further into the crowd. Your goal is to make it to one of his latest art pieces, one that you’ve come to personally vibe with yourself. Upon making it, you take your time with scanning each and every paint stroke you can see.

What originally drew you to it was the colors he used, much different than those he would normally utilize. This one was a multitude of purples, pinks, oranges, yellows, and blacks. It almost looked something akin to a sunset being mirrored by the ocean that you would see on the horizon. Tilting your head, you get a different angle, hip unknowingly jutting out a little too far and bumping another fellow art lover next to you.

You immediately straighten up with an apology on your lips that gets cut off midway when you see the male in front of you. Or, if you’re being more technical, you see his brown corduroy jacket first before slowly trailing your eyes up said jacket to meet his for the first time.

His smile is subtle, but friendly.

“Hey, it’s okay. You’re just trying to see the art in a different perspective, I can respect that. I take it you’re a fan of Mr. Whitley?”

You blink once, twice, before your mouth finally catches up with your brain.

“I–Yes! I only recently found him off of a blog I love to follow, they travel to different exhibits and give thoughtful critiques that I tend to agree with.”

“Oh?” His brows raise in intrigue. “Who is this person you follow?”

“Well, I’m not sure his actual name, but I can give you his name handle if you’d like?”

“That’s perfect.”

“Okay–just—“ you fumble in your clutch purse for the pen you always keep just incase, as well as a little notepad. You scrawl down the name of the blog and rip off the page it’s written on, handing it to him.

He gives a low hum of approval as he reads it, nodding his head. A sly smile slowly forms, before his eyes look up from the paper to once again link with yours.

“I also agree with this ‘rkives’ critiques.”

Your mouth forms an ‘o’, and you can feel the excitement build in you for having found someone to share your enthusiasm with.

“Wait, really? You’ve heard of them as well?”

“Him.”

A confused smile forms on your lips.

“How do you know it’s a guy?”

He’s silent for a moment, looking down at his phone as he types away at something. For a second, he scrolls, searching for something unknown to you. When he finds it, does he turn the front of his phone to face you. It’s an article about the blog you follow, but that’s not what catches your eye.

“No way.”

What you see is a blown up image of the person behind the blog at the bottom of the article and low and behold — he’s standing right in front of you.

He smiles, amused at your reaction, before stuffing his phone back in his jacket pocket.

“I am such a big fan of yours, holy shit.”

He chuckles, a dimple you didn’t notice before forming in the crease of his smile.

“Thank you. That means a lot. Would you like to possibly walk the rest of the exhibit together?”

“Yes!” He holds out his arm for you take, and just like that, the rest of the time at the exhibit passes by in a blur of deep talks, art styles, artist favorites, and detailed critiques from the mouth of your favorite blogger.

It’s not until the crowds begin to thin out, and the loudspeaker announces the end of the exhibit do you both make your way back to the entrance doors.

He holds the door open for you to walk through, both of you now outside in the chilly air of winter. Your breaths mingle together as you talk, and you try your best not to sound as sad as you feel for not wanting the night to end.

“I guess this is it. Thank you so much for humoring a fan, I can’t wait to see what else you post!”

A light hue blossoms on his cheeks, but whether it’s from the bitter, crisp air, or something else, you’re not sure. He clears his throat, then gives you an offer you can’t refuse.

“Would you maybe want to grab a cup of coffee with me? Or tea? Whichever you prefer, it’s on me.” His voice is hopeful, and when he sees the light in your eyes appear again, he feels his chest burst with a warmth.

“I would love too, really, but I just–,” he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t disappointed, and you can see it yourself as his body begins to deflate in front of you. It makes your soul hurt. But you need to figure out where Jungkook is before you just decide to ditch him.

Mustering up a vibrant smile, you explain.

“I came here with my friend, Jungkook, and I need to make sure he’s okay before I can agree to go with you, is all.”

Something akin to jealousy flashes across his eyes momentarily, his own smile still plastered on his face. He swallows it down with a look of understanding, which he does – understand your reasoning that is – it’s common decency of course. The thoughtful gesture you show only fuels the butterflies in his stomach as he stares at you.

“Right, yeah. Of course.”

“Just give me one second–,”

You go to your favorites in your phone, pressing down on Jungkook’s name, then put the phone to your ear as you hear it ring. It takes two rings, before his voice is blaring in your ear with a sense of urgency.

“Where have you been, you idiot?! I’ve been trying to get in touch with you all night!”

You purse your lips, feeling terrible for worrying him. Especially when you notice the flurry of texts and calls you failed to notice while with your new friend, forgetting that you set your phone to silent upon entering the exhibit due to not wanting to disturb those around you with unnecessary noise.

“I’m so sorry, Jungkook. Where are you at? I’m at the exhibit entrance–,”

“I’ll be right there.”

He hangs up. You gape at the phone in disbelief. He never hangs up on you.

“Is he okay?”

For a moment, you’re lost in your guilt, the male in front of you becoming invisible.

“He’s fine. He’s on his way here.”

“Y/N!”

A jog of light footsteps could be heard from behind you, and you turn just in time to get enveloped into a warm chest. His arms wrapping around your small frame easily. You let out an ‘oof’ upon contact, your own arms reflexively hugging his waist.

You can feel his body sag in relief, an exhale of a sigh from him makes the top of your hair warm for a split second within the cool, night air. Your words become mumbled against his chest as you speak.

“I’m sorry for worrying you, koo.”

“You’re such an idiot.”

You smack him lightly on the back in retaliation to his words. He chuckles into your hair before letting you go. Then, you watch as his face becomes stoic, body becoming rigid. His eyesight is no longer on you, and that’s when you remember that you’re not alone.

“Oh! This is–,” you flush, embarrassed you don’t know the mystery male’s name after all this time.

“Just call me Namjoon. It’s nice to meet you.”

He politely holds his hand out for Jungkook to shake, which he does, reluctantly, grip firm as well as eye contact. You watch them both with a hesitant smile.

“Jungkook.” His voice is tight. As soon as their hands disconnect, does he make a point of standing flush to your side.

“And you must be, y/n.” Namjoon’s eyes have a twinkle in them, you think. The way your name sounds coming from his mouth sends goosebumps across your skin. “It’s been a pleasure, truly, but now that you’re in safe hands–,” his eyes cut from yours to Jungkook’s with a knowing look between the males, one you’re uncertain of, before he finishes speaking. “I’ll bid you both goodnight.”

With a light bow, and warm smile, he turns to leave–

–until he’s stopped by a warm hand around his wrist.

“Wait!”

He stops, half turning to face you, one brow raised in question and a ghost of a smile on his lips.

“Yes?”

“That coffee, would you maybe want to meet up tomorrow morning?”

“Sure–,”

“Y/N, you have s–,” Jungkook attempts to chime in, but you throw a harsh glare his way that has him shutting up instantly.

Namjoon waits until you’re gaze is back on him before he continues, now fully facing you once again, handing his phone over to you that’s unlocked.

“If you type in your phone number I’ll text you later so we can discuss meeting up further.”

Typing in your phone number, you triple check it’s correct before handing it back to him, fingers touching for a fleeting moment that sends pleasant shockwaves through your body. The look in his eyes tells you that he felt the same thing.

Jungkook clears his throat harshly from behind you.

“We should go, y/n. It’s getting late.”

The two of you share one last goodbye, and then he’s gone, leaving you and Jungkook alone in front of the exhibit. When he’s no longer within eye sight, does Jungkook’s voice cut through the silence in warning.

“Y/N, are you sure about meeting that guy?”

You’re resolute with your answer, tone firm and confident as you continue to stare off in the direction of which you last saw Namjoon, a newfound sparkle in your eyes that makes Jungkook frown in worry at how hung up you are over a guy you just met.

“Yes.”

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“Text me the code phrase if you want me to call and bail you out of your date. Do you remember it?”

“The Perilla leaf is stuck.”

“Good girl.”

You roll your eyes.

“I can feel you rolling your eyes. Don’t make me get into the Perilla leaf debate again.”

You groan.

“Please don’t. Look, I’m coming up to the coffee shop, I’ll call you when it’s over.”

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

You hang up the phone, stuffing it in your purse, and scoff at Jungkook. That guy would try anything once, so his words mean nothing in that regards.

The bell jingles overhead as you push open the door, signaling to workers that a new customer has arrived. The elderly woman at the cash register greets you warmly with a smile.

“Welcome in!”

“Thank you!”

Your eyes scan the tables near you, and your heart begins to drop when you don’t see your date in sight. He didn’t seem like the type to stand people up, but you just never know. Deciding to take a seat next to the floor to ceiling windows, so you could people watch in the meantime, you fold your hands in your lap and wait.

Five minutes turns into fifteen, fifteen turns into thirty. Your hands fidget in your lap, eyes darting everywhere outside in hopes of even catching a glimpse of Namjoon.

Nothing.

You fish your phone back out of your purse to confirm that you did, in fact, get the date and timing right to meet today. You did. While looking down at your phone, the bell jingles. Your eyes flicker up with hope, and you sigh in relief when the familiar male locks eyes with you.

His face is full of guilt as he waves in greeting, long legs bringing him to your table of choice in no time. He pulls out his chair to sit down across from you, hands folding on top of the table.

“I’m so sorry for being late, I had to catch another bus.”

In his defense, you can see the small beads of sweat on his forehead as well as see the rise and fall of his chest, him doing his best not to show you exactly how exhausted he is from running here. Even though a part of you is upset at the late arrival, you can’t bring yourself to be mad at something you’ve been guilty of plenty of times in the past.

“Busses? Am I right? Woe is the life of the weary greyhound traveler.”

He chuckles humorlessly, but nods his head, agreeing with you.

“I hope you weren’t waiting too long.”

“Nah.” You wave your hand dismissively. “Only about fifteen minutes. My bus was late too.” The lie came out so smoothly. You don’t know why you decided to lie. But when he gave you a dimpled grin, it made you feel pride in knowing you caused it.

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Jungkook’s fingers tap on the top of your shared desk in your classroom for still life photography, his eyes borderline roll themselves into the back of his head with how harshly he’s doing it.

“You’re doing it again.”

“Doing what?” You answer, eyes glued to the phone in your hands, fingers flying over the keyboard with expertise. A lovesick grin is on your face, and he grimaces at it.

“Looking at your phone like you want to make out with it. It’s disgusting.”

“You’re just jealous I’m getting laid and you’re not.”

He snorts, offended.

“Excuse you? If I wanted to get laid, I could get laid. Like, right now.”

You pat his knee with false empathy.

“I’m sure you could, koo, I’m sure you could.”

“You’re damn right! Tell me, what does tall and admittedly handsome have that I don’t–,”

He pauses, eyes widening at something you’re unsure of off to the side of you, suspiciously towards the front of the classroom. You follow his line of sight and let out a small gasp yourself at what you see.

‘What was he doing here?’

Well, you were about to get your question answered.

Namjoon walks to the front of the classroom, and stands directly in the middle of the ridiculously large whiteboard that takes up a full wall of the classroom, picking up a dry erase marker and writes his name elegantly on the board. As he writes each letter, he speaks, voice loud and professional.

“Hello, everyone. I’ll be taking over for Mrs. Lee starting today while she’s on maternity leave. My name is Kim Namjoon, but just call me Mr. Kim. Are there any questions?”

With one final stroke, he pivots on his heel and scans the crowd of college students in front of him. His smile is still prominent, until he unfortunately locks eyes with you, smile immediately falling and eyes widening in realization at your current predicament.

You’re dating your professor. What the f–

Your head falls into your arms on top of the desk and Jungkook awkwardly rubs your back in solidarity with your hidden suffering, all the other classmates oblivious to the life altering moment that just occurred.

‘Now what?’

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“So, you’re a college professor, huh?”

“And you’re a college student.”

“Quite the predicament you’re in.”

Both you and Namjoon turn to give Jungkook a look, he mimics zipping his lips and throwing away the key. The head he popped out of the kitchen slowly retreats back behind the wall, and he once again resumes his task of fetching everyone some herbal tea, knowing it’s your personal favorite.

You’re all off campus, the school day now over, and no longer needing to put up the facade of being strangers. Jungkook was oh so kind(not really you had to bribe him with doing his English lit homework for a month) enough to allow his small apartment to be the hideout of your now scandalous love affair.

“What exactly does this mean for us?”

He leans back against the couch, rubbing his hands down his face with disdain, a loud exhale escapes his parted lips as he dreads what he’s about to say to you. There’s only one solution to this conflict. And even though you know what he’s about to say yourself, it still doesn’t make it hurt any less.

These past seven months have been the happiest you’ve ever felt, being with Namjoon. Everyday he made a point to send you a picture of a new piece of art he’s found on his travels, especially when you’re not able to go with him. You used to always be more of a homebody, only going out when needed, like when Jungkook would force you. With Namjoon, however, he made you see the world differently.

It didn’t matter if you were just taking a stroll down a dark and dreary street in the rain, he always had some kind of poetic or insightful thought about the smallest details that always had you looking up at him in awe. The large crack on the sidewalk that now has a weed sprouting out of it? It’s just natures way of taking back what was rightfully theirs before man came and poured cement over the ground.

Little things like that helped pave a new mindset in you about seeing people, places and things in a new light. It made you see that not everything has to be black and white, but rather it should be vibrant and demanding and beautiful.

So damn beautiful, he thought, as he let the silence linger around you in favor of watching the light of the tv that’s playing a cheesy rom-com requested by you in the background hit the side of your face, illuminating it perfectly. Your eyes are sad, though, and in turn it makes him sad. He knows you know.

A large hand encompasses your own that’s resting between you two on the couch, he gives it a gentle squeeze. You squeeze back.

Your voice is light, barely a whisper, and the lump in your throat makes it difficult to utter a coherent word. You know it’s no use asking, but still, you try.

“Maybe we can still make this work? Somehow?”

He pinches the bridge of his nose with his other hand in hopes of it deterring the water in his eyes from falling down his cheeks. He hates this, every part of this. When he looks at you again, you’re biting your bottom lip to stop it from trembling.

“I don’t want you to go.”

He swears his heart shattered right then and there with your small, desperate plea. He knows he needs to get it over with and leave before he becomes desperate enough to let his heart overpower his mind.

“You know I don’t want too–,”

“Then don’t!”

“But I need too.”

“Namjoon, please–,”

He leans forward to close the distance and give your forehead one last lingering kiss, before squeezing your hand just to let it go. He stands up from the couch you were both perched on stiffly, shrugging his brown, corduroy jacket that you’ve grown to love over his broad shoulders with his back towards you. It’s in this moment that you hate how tall he is, his long strides taking him to the front of Jungkook’s apartment in seconds.

Jungkook is just about to walk out of the kitchen with a tray of three steaming teas until he sees Namjoon briskly walk pass him and you following close behind with false hope in your eyes. Once again, he decides to fall back into the safety of the kitchen to let whatever is about to happen occur naturally, no matter how much his heart breaks at hearing your many attempts to get Namjoon to stay.

Namjoon’s hand twists the doorknob, and the door opens swiftly. He goes to step out into the hallway, until it gets slammed shut in front of him due to you throwing your body weight on top of it. The impact makes your shoulder ache, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

“Don’t you love me?”

His shoulders deflate, his strong persona beginning to crack.

“Y/N, you know that I do. But that’s not the issue.”

“I’ll drop out!” You spew out randomly, and at the time, it seems like the best idea you’ve ever had. Namjoon’s eyes widen in shock, his hands coming to rest on top of your shoulders as he lightly shakes you in an attempt to break you out of your stupor.

“Are you crazy? Do you hear yourself right now? You’ve put so much of your blood, sweat and tears into just making it into this college so you could fulfill your dream! I’m not going to let you throw that away over me!”

“But–,” his grip tightens, and any word you say gets silenced by his lips pressing hard against yours. You can feel his passion, his love. You sink into it, and he allows the moment to last longer than it needs too, but damn it all that he had to lose you after taking so long to finally find you.

It wasn’t fair. But, he thinks, life isn’t fair to begin with. Why would it be any different for him?

When he pulls away, his eyes stay closed. His forehead gently falls on yours, his hands sliding their way up to lightly cradle the junction between your neck and head. His thumbs brush over your jawline and you let out a broken sob that has him biting his lip harshly enough that he can taste a hint of metallic on his tongue.

“I love you, y/n. And, unfortunately, I love you enough to know when I need to let you go.”

This time, you don’t resist when he gently pulls your body away from the door enough to slip out of the crack and out of your life. And it’s not until you’re a sobbing mess on the floor of Jungkook’s entryway that he timidly peaks his head around the corner to see you and rush over to your fallen form. His arms encase your body against his tightly, one hand on your head, and the other on your back. You can vaguely hear the little ‘shhh’s’ and ‘I’m here’ and ‘you’re going to be okay’ as you let his voice along with Namjoon’s words of love ease you off to sleep where you can dream of a perfect world with you and Namjoon together, forever.

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a/n dos; it is almost midnight and I’m sleepy. This is unedited and I personally think it’s shit but I still hope you enjoy it somehow. ha ha ha ok bye

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