#Jungkook soccer player

[jjungxkook]

blackout | jjk

⇥ pairing: roommate!jungkook x reader

⇥ genre: best friends to lovers, roommate and college au, fluff, crack, smut

⇥ rating: 18+

⇥ warnings: swearing, he’s just a bit of a fuckboy, bickering, swooning over/thirsting for jk (🤷‍♀️), a manually induced fake blackout? dunno those 2 are odd k, they play uno, a lot of spending time in the darkness, kook has no chill, teasing, consent, dirty talk, fingering, cmnf for a while, sexual tension, oral (both receiving), shower sex, choking, hair pulling, reader cries a bit, jk likes to praise, dry humping?, pussy and tits slapping rip (and some ass ig), making out🙄, manhandling, jk loves her tits and ass and plays with them (a lot), he’s sweet but cocky too, protected sex, dom + big dick kook

⇥ wc: 14.3k

⇥ author’s notes: this is a repost from my old blog!! i may repent for my sins. also i do not know why this is so long, i thought it would be 10k rip please i apologize. anyways, i really hope you like it!! i’m very stoked to find out what you think😶‍🌫️

⇥ summary: Utility bills shooting up like this should be an international crime. Luckily, Jungkook has the perfect idea(s) to save up money and make your night sinfully unforgettable.

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pt1 || pt2 || pt3

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The hardness of the bench is tiring out your ass.

It’s incredible to you what tribulations you’re ready to burn through just to keep your best friend happy and satisfied. The blazing noon sun is steaming your scalp, even though in the middle of fall, it really shouldn’t.

Fingers wrapped around the edge of your seat, you lean forward and squint your eyes. You make out the energized individual running across the field immediately. Nevermind that he promised you football but you got soccer instead.

You wouldn’t dare to complain, though. In the summer heat, lopsided beams and big, dark puppy eyes refresh you like the late night Tequila Sunrises you love so much.

“Are you playing or taking a walk?” You yell from where you watch. Childish howling and woahhhhs echo across the field, fists pressed against round mouths and eyebrows skyrocketing.

They strive off anyone’s praises, really, but your unfaltering coaching pushes them forward a good, humongous step. In fact, you only recognize about a handful of the players, though there aren’t that many anyway.

No one running around down there cares much about authentic formations. The game usually played with eleven screaming, pumped members on each side only consists of four per team today.

It’s entertaining: The constant curses that always evolve into dramatic compliments, the loud and ambitious handshakes when they score, and the testosterone dissolving in the air, but only after the scent has wafted straight into your nostrils.

And the verbal invitations Jungkook hands out to you every week with pouting lips might play a role, too, yeah. He doesn’t like to make you wait like he does right now, but he doesn’t necessarily enjoy distance from you much, either.

A buff man in his mid-twenties, attractive beyond Greek gods’ appearance, highly determined and ready to indulge in new hobbies – relies on you, even after years of independence.

Seeing you watch and cheer him on boosts his already steadfast ego, and he’s never failed to let you know that, “It feels different from when other girls scream my name.”

You wish you could take it as a compliment, but the consistent ambiguity in his (bitter)sweet words fatigues your heart. The beat of it is not so consistent.

The crush has been omnipresent since you learned the first steps of stupid algebra, but lately, something in your lower belly has shifted weirdly, too.

Today, the shift shows in the way you clench the edge of your seat.

You hear the boys announce the end of their groundbreaking, world changing match, though you can’t recall who won, and observe the languid steps Jungkook takes toward the bench.

Energy slowly dwindling, he puffs out a deep breath, unaware that something inside you dies when he throws back the damp hair. His white, sleeveless shirt is sticking to his broad, firm chest – the refined pecs, abs and bare arms might not have triggered your embarrassing drooling if the last weeks hadn’t changed your perception of him.

There are, for instance, the filth-riddled noises when he’s fucking one of his occasional flings to the moon. Or how those exact same groans of his repeat when he heaves something that perhaps does not even require this low ass growl.

The sounds when he’s repairing something at your place or stretching after waking up. How you wish you could add to those sounds by delivering your very own, unique version of the female moans you usually hear from his room.

You could blame it on sex deprivation, or you could blame the outrageous line of his jaw, but you think the walls of your pussy have deformed and become dick-shaped. Welcoming a certain something that's definitely better than your beloved toys, according to the sounds at least.

This yearning feels kind of weird.

Jungkook has stopped not too far from you. He lifts his inked, veiny hand to wave and then reaches for his bottle to hydrate. And hydrating he does – in a way so alluring that you think he’s doing it on purpose.

Flashing the jawline of nightmares, he cuts you from afar. Sharp, more hazardous than in his teenage years. A phenomenal bone structure, accentuated by the shine of the tiny sweat drops. Shimmering golden skin.

When he drinks, you see his Adam’s apple bop even from here. His bicep is hard, bangs falling into his eyes, and his pink lips wrap around the bottle so prettily…

Thirst.

You and he both know how it feels.

Your mouth shuts close before he can notice. Instead you cup your hands around your mouth and call out to him.

“You do know we have an appointment today, right?”

“Your dick appointments can wait,” he yells back. When you roll your eyes to the back of your head, mumbling gross, the dork chuckles. “I’ll be done in a sec.”

He wraps stuff up, running back to his friends, and claps his hands before giving everyone a last handshake-bro-five-mix. The fondness you feel watching his social side bloom is blissful torture.

Jungkook grew up as a timid caterpillar, shying away from crowds and public gatherings. Opening up took a while, so you can’t remember when he went through the process of metamorphosis to come out prettier than a Cramer’s Blue Morpho butterfly.

He's still somewhat introverted, but doesn't back away from parties anymore. Red cups fill with intoxication. Bodies sashay past him, some toward him to fall into his grip.

You don’t want to be envious – so you’re proud instead. You enjoy when he’s liked by someone, love how the others grin at him. A likable and soft person like him taking over hearts left and right either platonically or not is kind of attractive to you.

“I’ll wash up,” his voice declares when he’s standing next to you. “And then we go.”

“Aren’t you gonna take a proper shower?”

“Yeah, later tonight. College showers are gross.”

Your conversations are a constant repetition. The way you act around each other, your gazes and your actions were bound to become a routine – if not during your time growing up together, then certainly when you began searching for a place to share.

So his response doesn’t surprise you. Neither does the further waiting on the bleachers, pulling in your knees, draping your arms around them to press your cheek against them. Daydreaming and watching or listening boy after boy leave the field.

Despite the familiarity of everything, you still feel different these days.

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“After last time, I feel like you’re asking for too much.”

The man, not exactly happy about missing a live match of tennis but not quite grumpy today either, leans against the frame of his door. White, wet tresses peek through his dark mane, an indicator he just showered to enjoy the calm day you interrupted.

Jungkook’s hair was as wet as his when you left the bleachers too, now fully dry as you stand in your old but cozy building.

How could it not be?

Considering the dozen stops between campus and your home, you could possibly dry an entire laundry in that time. Both of you are at fault, though – one of the million things you’re good at doing together is wasting money on stuff you might not necessarily need.

Convenience store, pharmacy and a flower shop to buy yet another succulent for your room. Jungkook pouted and frowned at you for the entirety of the convenience store visit when you told him the landlord thing wasn’t an appointment per se, but that he knew as well as you that you needed to sort things out.

Things being the impossible utility bills that keep you up at night. Things being both your stupidity to still halt in front of shops to acquire things like parsley and cheese.

Remembering just this idiocy and looking at the power your landlord’s eyes hold, you’d rather look at Jungkook than him.

At the shiny hair tips hanging into your friend’s eyes. The oversized gray shirt that could potentially hide the body he sports underneath, but his fingers are holding the strap of his rucksack, and the pull at his shirt is enough to make the lines of his chest visible.

But this afternoon is not about brooding over the edges of his torso. It’s about confronting a landlord who fortunately didn’t meet you in a hazardous mood despite his firm plans for tonight. He doesn’t complain about the weather today or seem elated because he found yet another new hobby, like he usually does.

He looks almost neutral, you think. You can’t read him, actually.

“Yes,” you confirm, exchanging a look with Jungkook. “It does sound like a lot, but you know you can count on us–”

“Dunno. You don’t seem to remember last time.”

The taunting tone riles you up, but the numbers on your bills haunt you enough to keep your calm. This is no time for an argument.

You take a breath and shoot another glance at Jungkook. His eyes are tremendously big and lips pressed together to an innocent, uplifting smile. He seems to sense your irritation, too.

“We do,” you confirm. “But c'mon, that's not fair. We’d just started living on our own back then. You know, no guardians to take care of us and all, so it was bound to happen.”

Not just that. The reason why you asked for postponing rent payment was because the two of you had been too eager and too stubborn to ask anyone for money. Ending up only providing half of the rent for almost three months wasn’t something you did on purpose.

But while you should’ve been more cautious, to some degree, it wasn’t entirely your fault. You had more college debt than you could afford only half a year after moving to this apartment, and Jungkook’s earnings weren’t close to what you needed.

“I really don’t know.” Yeah. The man’s doubts are kind of valid.

“C’mon… You know us, Mister Choi,” Jungkook tries this time.

“That’s why–”

“You can…” You suddenly interrupt, only noticing how things might backfire once you’ve already said them. “You could end our lease if we don’t pay you what we owe you this time.”

You think you can quite literally hear Jungkook’s heart stop next to you. At least that’s what his wide eyed, confused stare suggests when he moves his head to you. He’s voicing something in silent hesitation, but Choi most likely doesn’t notice.

Because before Jungkook can throw in his own–probably very unsure–two cents, hand coming up, the landlord sighs. He shrugs his shoulders, mumbling your last names, contemplates for a second longer and then… Agrees.

“Okay,” he says with a not-my-problem-nod. “That’s an idea I can work with. This month’s and at least half of next month’s by the end of the upcoming month, alright?”

You hate the constant repetition of the frightening word month, but on the inside you still jump and clap in joy. Both your and Jungkook’s expressions light up, your feet shifting as though you’re about to jump Choi and tackle-hug him to the ground.

Instead, you only gasp, clearing your throat and cheer, “This is! More than we expected! Thank you so much. Thank you for real for real, seriously, wearesosuperth–”

A palm stops the fast flow of your gratitude, and he only shakes his head and bids you goodbye with a thumbs up before he disappears behind his door. You think you see a fond smile, but your happiness might just be inducing pictures.

But who cares anyway?

Phase One of Saving Money turned out successful.

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Once you enter your humble apartment, tension releases out of your mouth with your sigh. You slip your bag off your shoulder and into the corner next to the entrance, shoulders dropping. Every second with the landlord took a year from your lifespan.

Jungkook, always happy-go-lucky, isn’t as demotivated and grumpy as you. His steps carry him to your kitchen without a second thought, immediately scavenging the small space for an easy meal.

“What do we do now?” You whine, leaning against the dining table.

The sun is still up and it will remain hanging in the azure blue sky for a few more hours. But you dread the darkness that will descend after – not because it scares you, but because it means you’ll have to light up rooms for ideal navigation.

But lighting them up means raising the numbers on your electricity bill.

Jungkook, however, doesn’t pay much mind to your shattering financial situation right now. He’s humming at the pots and seasoning he’s scattered around on the counter, calm as ever, because worrying about something he can’t change right now is not something he likes to do.

“First, we eat. Am starving,” he decides.

A slight shake of your head suggests frustration, but the grumble of your stomach agrees with him as though to remind you of feeding it. He side eyes you and smirks. “I’m not doing or talking about shit until you’ve eaten something.”

Of course. Caretaker first, friend second. If you’re not on the receiving end, you’re the one giving.

You push your butt off the dining table and choose to introduce Phase Two of your mission, telling him, “I think we’ve candles somewhere.”

The conversation changes at once when you release your suggestion into the air. Although you might argue you’re still stuck on the same issue, given the intention that lies behind your idea.

“Are we– Ouija board stu– again?” You hear Jungkook call from the kitchen, every other word chopped off and eaten by the sounds of pots and dishes.

“I’m not ever doing that with you again,” you exclaim back.

“Huh? Why not?”

“You were moving the planchette!”

Granted, there was kindness in his cheating. The evening drained you out of energy and left you a nervous mess, eager to speak to your favorite late grandaunty and her deceased dog. Neither Jungkook nor you believed in the magic behind the practice, but he made sure to soothe your nerves anyway.

You were pissed when you noticed what was going on – but once the anger subsided and gave way to the realization that he really cared, you fell asleep with a smile after all.

“I swear on my favorite hoodie that I didn’t,” he defends.

“Lying son of a bitch,” you whisper, laughing to yourself as you kneel in front of a cupboard storing a few dozen candles and other shenanigans.

You choose one scented, thick one for each room, and then a few smaller, regular ones that you think must do. With a handful of them, you return to the still bright living room, placing each one where you want it later tonight.

You’re serious about your candles – the tongue poking out, eyes squinting in concentration kind of serious. Arranged in a rational way, you beam at your artwork, impressed by your own idea as if it’s not something human beings used to do all the time.

“Seriously, you’re so easy to excite,” Jungkook always reiterates.

Once you join him in the kitchen, preparing not only a meal but spontaneously baking a treat too, time passes significantly faster. In hindsight, you didn’t do that much today, but somehow it still feels like you sailed the world.

You barely realize when several topics have shifted and the sun has disappeared. The moon hangs bright in the dark sky, the brisk gust blowing in through the open windows. It was a pleasant day of the week, even though you kept freezing at his touch even while cooking, and you’re ready to finish it just as lovely.

Only, it doesn’t end at dinner and the day’s exhaustion.

“Dessert tastes better in bed,” Jungkook tells you once you’ve done the dishes and cleaned the kitchen. Since tidying up, you’ve suddenly become quieter than before and his eyes squint like they’re testing you.

“Okay? Then go and take it with you.”

“And you?”

“What about me?”

He shrugs his shoulders, blowing a raspberry. “You’ll go and sleep already?”

“No, but…” You hum and think. It’s not that late just yet – and you don’t feel like tackling homework or any other taxing task tonight. “I do wanna eat dessert, too. Just thought we might chill in the living room.”

“I mean. Take it as an informal invitation to spend some time with me, but in my room. You don’t wanna?”

“Pervert,” you lightly hit his shoulder with a cloth when he winks. “Is that how you court other ladies?”

“Why, yes. What did you think?” He laughs when you shake your head dramatically, pulling your shirt back and further over your clavicles. “Nah, I was thinking of… Just chilling, really.”

It’s not the first time you’re joking in a way like this. It’d also not be the first time of you hanging out with him in his room, on his bed, giggling about stupid jokes or ridiculous cartoons. Or whatever.

But it’s one of the first times the thought renders you nervous. Like you’re perceiving him as more than your best friend just now, after all those years of harmless platonic cuddles.

When you don’t answer, he delivers another decisive argument. “My room is smaller. Less candles. More to spare for the next time!”

You’re not surprised that he sees through your little idea – rather baffled how easy it is for him to sway you. So you follow him to his minimalistically organized room, not one but two diffusers on his desk. The corner of your lips twitches.

The more you near his bed, the more your heart strikes. His mattress is soft and cozy, and Jungkook’s scent oozes from every inch of it. You feel engulfed in his presence so bad that the emotions of this noon and the last few weeks hit you like a brick.

“Wanna watch something, Pumpkin?” Jungkook asks once you’re draped in the comfort of his duvet.

He might never stop calling you that. Probably hasn’t let a day pass since elementary school when your mom and you decided to dress you as a damn pumpkin for Halloween.

“And waste precious battery life?” You scold with a cocked eyebrow. Your voice is quieter now that you’re cuddled in with him, but you try to maintain your cool.

Turning on the living room TV or light is out of the question anyway. No regular Thursday movie night this time. Blasting Disney’s version of The Sorcerer’s Apprentice for the hundredth time can wait.

With the no-technology-rule you established today, even unplugged devices shall remain for emergencies as long as possible.

“So we’ll act like it’s a full blown blackout, yeah?” He asks before he leans over you, pulling open the second drawer of his bedside cabinet to rummage through its content.

The small action forces your body backward, pushing you against the headboard so tight that your lungs fail. He looks unsuspecting, drenched in the warm light of the candles. You breathe him in unintentionally, and he smells of soap and cologne.

Wrapped in darkness next to him is already strange as it is, but it cannot compare to the oddness of how new his proximity feels.

You barely notice what he’s fished out until he waves it right in front of your frozen expression. An old deck of Uno greets your vision, the packaging as worn out as the cards that he pulls out.

He places them on his large palm before he begins shuffling them – staring at the smoothness he operates with makes you almost miss what he asks.

“Is that good enough, then?”

“Mhm.”

“Cool,” he holds the cards to your face once more. “Are we playing with seven or ten cards?”

“Take it up a notch,” your feeble voice allows. “Make it fifteen just for funsies.”

“Why did I know you’d say that?”

You shrug your shoulders, imperceptibly shifting away from the touch of his arms and hips. “Remember one thing, Jeon.”

“Yeh, yeh,” he taunts, his voice strained. He sounds as though his body is beseeching him to lay down and drift off – but something about the moment seems to be keeping him soberly awake. “I won’t let you win this time.”

Fifteen cards down on your lap, you lift your hands from under the blanket, pulling your set close to your face in utter distrust. You cock an eyebrow at the universe’s choice: Jungkook has either already broken his promise, or the gaming Gods have decided this round’s end already.

With the victory residing in your hands, his vow pretty much slips your mind immediately; it blends out how he still remembers your middle school matches. He really still recalls when you’d fume and burn – disappointed and livid when he’d reveal his picture-perfect deck, unused to accept defeat.

The game doesn’t even properly progress when the first argument of the night pops up. More than half your cards are still in your hands, both your words overlapping.

“Once you lay down a 4+ or color card, you’re not allowed to play again. It’s my turn,” you insist, his wrist in your firm grip as if he couldn’t break out of it whenever.

“I am allowed to play, though.” When he swings his hand, yours moves with him. Both your stances are upright, eyes blown wide and comically riled up. “Especially after a 4+. You're blocked.”

“This doesn’t sound right.”

“Look.” He slaps his cards with the logo upwards into his lap, sifting through the rest of the deck to draw out a yellow stop card. “Would you be able to play on if I hit you with that?”

“No, ‘course not.”

“And 4+ cards work the same way.”

You keep staring at the bright color, lost in thoughts and traveling back to a time when the world around you hadn’t altered every rule of every game you knew. But when no productive result flashes through your mind, you suggest something else.

“Google it, then.”

“You can’t just read the rules? Hold up,” he pulls out the instructions from the package, already fiddling with the paper. “I bet the answer is hidden somewhere in there.”

“Have fun. I can’t read in this darkness for shit.”

Relying on technology for a minute shouldn’t cause a cataclysmic event, so you type in the million dollar question plaguing both your mind, soon striking it rich when a video materializes on the page.

Too lazy to skim yet another amateur post, you decide to trust WikiHow’s explanation clip, hoping for a fruitful result. Jungkook soon gives up the task he bestowed upon himself, cuddling closer to your misery to watch with you.

“Are we serious?” He breathes, laughing off the peculiarity of the moment.

“Watching a video on Uno rules?” You ask, giggling in unison with him. “I fucking know. We’re seriously weird.”

“How long’s it been since we played games together like that?”

You can’t say for sure.

“When we got this place,” you assume. “Didn’t we spend half the night going through board and card games? Because–”

“Because there was nothing else to do. We were sitting on the ground on some shit ass mattress.”

You laugh. It’s been a while – time truly does pass when you’re stuck with someone. You don’t think you’d ever trade the memories you gathered here for anything good in the world. Piggyback rides and cooking mishaps are a delight to store in the depths of memory.

Or moments when you very clearly, very softly realize that you’re falling for your roommate bit by bit; so much deeper than when you were still kids. For him and his touch. His sensuality, even when it’s unintentional.

Like now.

Jungkook grabs his water bottle from his side of the bed as the voice of the narrator chimes. The background is a bright green and the animation weirdly cute, but you blend it out when he reminds you of the plushness of his lips again. Wrapped around the bottle head…

When you reach the wild card moment, both of your ears perk up before you erupt in simultaneous chaos. Jungkook half chokes as he attempts his one-syllable-argument.

“See!” He exclaims.

“See what? He said, if the player can’t play any of their cards, blah blah... Which, in our case, is me.”

“No, but what player? The one who had the wild card? Or the other?”

“Fuck it,” you curse, clicking away without finishing the last minute. “Another video. WikiHow sucks.”

“Why do I feel like we’re both right and wrong?”

You shake your head in defense and with a furrow between your eyebrows, but the dorky grin on his face pulls out your true, playful emotions in the form of a laugh.

The next clip you settle on goes on for longer, seemingly endless – allowing you enough time to peek at the smooth curves of his silhouette.

His lips are jutted and the moving pictures reflect in his eyes. His button nose begs to be booped. A small dimple appears when the tip of his tongue pushes through the seam of his lips to hydrate them.

You don’t think you’re as subtle as you’d like to be, though. Because soon, he’s looking up, causing a sudden flinch. “What’s up?”

“Nothing.”

He blinks at you slowly, one eyebrow briefly twitching. “Oh. Are you bored?”

“No! Why?”

“Are you okay, then?” Your tongue flits along the inside of your cheek, muscles stiffer than before. He eyes you up and down. “You’re so tense.”

“It’s just… Just weird,” you stutter. Hesitancy breaks the flow of your usually confident speech, and you flick your inner self’s forehead for the obvious awkwardness. “Sitting in the dark.”

What?

What the fuck.

You need to get yourself together and come up with a wittier response. If he just let you – because he prods, “Are you scared?”

“Wha– Do I look scared?”

“You don’t look normal, at least.”

“That’s rude,” you scold, letting the device fall onto the blanket. Numerous wrinkles decorate your forehead, hiding your true thoughts behind frisky surface-annoyance.

His next words do not freaking help.

“Girls usually like me in the dark.”

“That’s…” Heat of an exploding star warms your already blistering cheeks. “That’s pretty lewd of you to say. And unnecessary, too.”

You’re pouting like it’s the first day of sex ed. Innocence expands your pupils harder than the lack of light in this room. Jungkook can’t help it – fondness engulfs his heart. You’ve always been endearing to an immeasurable degree.

“You’re so cute,” he drops casually. He’s amused by the side eye you give him, laughing when you exhale and rub the sweat off your hands on the blanket. “But seriously, what’s up with you today?”

He nudges your shoulder as a joke, and you hate that years of friendship couldn’t prepare you for a dark, emotion-altering night like this. Hormones and an adult’s desires are the devil’s advocate as much as Jungkook is himself.

“Nothing!”

“Have I done something weird?”

“You’re always weird.”

His shocked gasp dramatizes the moment, lifting the tension in the air enough to overshadow your inept breathing. Any attempt to keep your chill could turn out futile any moment now.

“Fair,” he laughs. “But also rude.”

His soft palm sets upon your knee and the plea you utter to your mind to calm your nerves falls on deaf ears. At his touch, you flinch just a fraction… And immediately, he pauses.

His gaze skyrockets to your seemingly sinless one. Lips part in confusion before his expression changes – like a bulb has lit up in his mind.

And then, the biggest change in topic occurs.

“Could you give me my phone charger?” Lifting his device, he lights up the screen to show the red, drained battery bar. He points to the bedside cabinet again. “First drawer.”

Right.

Jungkook doesn’t keep his charger plugged in at all times like you do. Scared it might burn off. You didn’t expect less when you decided to move in with your best friend, though: Not from the boy who declared his fear of microwaves and their potential to melt dishes ages ago.

You open and hunt through the drawer, surprised at the half emptiness of it until your fingers graze something you might not have anticipated. And then you realize…

Ah. Oh.

What if…

Perhaps that was the plan all along. Because when you look back at him, he doesn’t seem fazed in the slightest. The calmness in his eyes is telling enough to guess his intentions – but you don’t want to assume for sure yet.

Your touch remains on the little–open–box for a second, one sealed package peeking out. An absolutely fresh condom… One of Jungkook’s no less.

What’s happening today?

“What’s up?” He asks, and you almost huff at the stupid, fabricated innocence in his stupid, soothing voice.

“I think,” you lean back, attempting a laugh. “I just found your most prized possession.”

“Ah?” He waits, and you nod. “Is that weird to you?” A nonchalant shrug of your shoulders spurs him on, the tilt of his head perilous. “It’s not the first time you’re seeing those, right?”

Ugh, yeah. You remember all casual visits to drugstores. The vivid image of Durex’ extra large Excite Me, and true to Jungkook’s dedication dotted for extra stimulation.

He usually cares as much about embarrassment between the both of you as you do when you place pads and tampons between his stuff. Why is it weird, then?

“Yeah. It’s just…” You’re stumbling for words. Fuck. It’s over for you. “Reminds me of some of your escapades lately.”

Jungkook hums. “Mhm. There weren’t that many these days, though.”

“I know. Just made me think of those that did happen, y’know?”

“Okay.” He’s still looking at you like he’s solved every piece of the riddle you are tonight. Not any less shameless, though. “Then… What exactly is it that you’re thinking about those escapades?” Huh… There are too many details you’d need to omit in your answer. But the way his stare is stabbing questions into you as if he already knows what you might say?

Yep. You’re fucked.

“Now?” You ask.

“Right now.”

“Nothing.”

God, even he must be bored of the constant repetition. What does nothing still mean in reality? Everything. That’s how your inner translator interprets it, at least.

This time, Jungkook doesn’t let your response slip. His hand, however, does. Up from your knee… Right to your thigh.

The blanket still lays in between, its fabric pivotal for the moment. If it wasn’t there, you might faint. And something in you says that the experience isn’t far.

“Is that what it is?” Jungkook whispers. His voice is deeper now, and so is your sigh. “That must be what it is.”

“Hm?”

“You’ve been tense ‘cause of that? Since soccer training you’ve been looking at me like I’m suffocating you.” Shit. Of course he’d notice. “And now you suddenly feel weird about being close and about condoms? Do you just…” He digs his index finger into your thigh, his cut nail raking your leg with too many layers in between. “Just miss being touched?”

“By… By you?”

“No, Pumpkin. In general.” You don’t have an answer to his quizzing. Or, you do, but you don’t know where it might lead… Nervousness clogs your throat. “Don’t you…”

“What?” You think you can foresee what he’s going to ask, but you put on a curious act anyway. Then, he drops the bomb.

“Don’t you touch yourself?”

Oh God. Someone tell him to shut up. The little workers in your brain are setting your internal office on fire, handling his lax conversation worse than you.

“I’m…” You pause to breathe in shakily, and then laugh to hide your bewilderment. “Of course I do. Everyone does.” You clear your throat. “That’s a really freaking weird and sudden question, though.”

“Not that weird considering how you’ve been acting today. Thought it’s PMS, but you just called in sick ‘cause of your period last week.” Damn, Sherlock. Of course he’d remember – your whining wasn’t subtle after all. And he was the one serving you every meal all day. “So I’m guessing… It’s been a while and things are just worse tonight?”

“Dunno.”

You’re blinking at him. He’s built a Chinese-Wall-strong barrier at the front of his mind, and you can’t peek through it to understand what he’s thinking. Or what he wants. What he wants you to say or want.

It’s incredibly suspicious to you… And kind of tempting.

“Not gonna lie,” Jungkook’s voice drops to a low whisper, his confession worse than you expected. “I think I heard you a few nights before.”

You rip your eyes open in surprise. Your heart runs up to your throat to start hammering against your vocal cords, and for a few syllables, you can’t do much other than stutter and gasp.

“You fucking creep!” You then blurt out, calling yourself a hypocrite internally in the same breath. It’s not like you listened away during his adventures, legs pressed together to create friction.

“I’m sorry,” he lifts his hands in defense. “But you weren’t exactly being quiet. Plus, our walls aren’t that thin.”

You know… Hell, you know.

But how is he initiating the conversation just like that? God, the absolute courage…

“Fuck, Jungkook,” you curse. You bring your fingers to your eyes, rubbing them rather than hiding your entire face. “That’s fucking embarrassing.”

But Jungkook softly brings your hand down again – then speaks to reassure you. Only, anything he says tonight makes matters worse.

“Would it help if I told you it wasn’t embarrassing for me?”

“What the hell’s that supposed to mean?”

“It just sounded…”

He procrastinates, his expressions calm but his eyes dangerous. Hooded.

“Bad?” You dig.

“No. It sounded hot.”

No. No, your heart and body can’t handle this. You might die if you don’t push his admissions into the most disbelieving corner of your brain.

Jungkook finds you hot? The sounds you couldn’t hide, he likes them? He means it?

“Shut the fuck up, I’m–” You begin, but he replaces your rebukes with a deep inhale and stiff muscles when he moves closer.

Your back presses against the bedside cabinet. Now that the flickering candle is melting down, its light is getting dimmer and the room darker. Bright enough to still make out his silhouette and most alluring features.

The phone has long fallen from between your fingers, hiding in the blanket and the video long over. Somehow, you’re glad you disabled autoplay – it doesn’t disturb the moment that’s clearly progressing to something dangerous.

But at the same time, you’re surprised as hell. Asking yourself silently over and over again, whatsgoingonwhatsgoingon.

“What are you doing?” You whisper.

“I’m just wondering.” His body is tilted, one hand still on your thigh. “When you do stuff to yourself… Is there something specific you think of?”

You shift a little, not answering. When he sees the surprise in your eyes and confuses it with fear, however, he backs away again and clicks his tongue. “My bad. Sorry for being like that.”

But you’re not letting him retreat now… Things have come too far. You place a hand on his arm and tug him closer subtly. His already big eyes look humongous now, positively delighted, even when you keep struggling with words.

“No, I just…” You try but fail as soon as you start.

“Why are you stuttering like that? That’s not you.”

You wish he was wrong. You’re more confident than this in any other moment. Crazy what one Jeon Jungkook’s touch can do.

You swallow hard, delivering a mental slap before pieces of your courage resurface again.

“This is new to me,” you tell him.

“What is?”

“The way we’re talking to each other. It’s not nothing…” You look down to seek the emoji on his middle finger, barely recognizable in the darkness. “And you’re… You’re good looking, Jungkook.”

“Yeah,” he agrees cockily, but you know his humility enough to understand he doesn’t mean it. Those are shameless teases, nothing more. “And?”

“You’ve always been good looking. And on top of that, I can always hear how you sound when you…”

Should you really go there? What if it damages something? Then again, it’s too late now anyway.

“When I…?” He tries.

“I kinda don’t wanna say it, and I know you know what I mean.”

“Ah, right,” Jungkook casually confirms, like he’s just realized what you might be pointing at. “When I fuck someone’s brain out.”

You suck in a breath.

“Don’t say it like that!”

“How do you want me to say it?” Jungkook taps his chin with his finger. He looks like a sly anime college crush. “I kindly empty their thoughts.”

“Shut up.”

“And rearrange their guts–”

“Oh my God, I’ll–”

Do what? Your own guts are pleading for a good, nasty and disrespectful mess. Wobbly pudding on his bed, your body is already melting at the mere thought… So you can’t imagine what actual ferity could do if he unleashed it.

Unknowing what to say, you look away, moving back like a proper idiot. But suddenly, pressure wraps around your wrist, fingers pulling you into him. You look at him speechlessly, parting your lips when he looks down at them.

“Is there something you want me to do?” He asks.

There’s a myriad of things you want him to do. But there’s slight doubt knocking against the walls of your brain and – ugh…

“Is it okay for us to do such a thing?” You question back.

“I don’t know,” he confesses quietly, his breath pleasant against your lips. “Say no just once and I promise I’ll back away.”

“And… And if I don’t?”

“Answer first.” He tilts his head, big eyes too pure and sweet for the conversation going on. “Or… Well, don’t.”

You remain silent. Hot blood turns your face as warm as a grill, and you look at him and his smile. Your heart rebels in your throat, but your thoughts are sober. So once he sees the clearness in your stare, he understands.

“Alright.”

It’s the last word he whispers before his hand wanders up your pajama pants. He fiddles with the neat knot holding your pajama around your waist, playing with it for a moment until patience runs out.

Soft fingertips tug at the end of the strings until the hem of the pants loosens around you. His eyes shoot up to yours, hiding menacingly behind his bangs. You don’t know what for–perhaps for permission–but you nod.

“Can you lift a bit for me?” His voice is soothing, calm and lovely when he utters his demand as a question. If you listen closely, you hear the desire, though.

You raise your ass, letting him slip the pajama down your thighs. When your body presses back into the mattress, your hands move to his face, making him look at you. The front of his tongue darts out, trapped between his teeth and his eyes are dark and starry. Lost in you.

His teeth let his tongue go, sliding it across his lower lip… Goddammit, you want to taste it.

When he skims over your panties and now bare thighs, your eyes blink close. He watches and adores your reaction; skims your dampness below. Jungkook acts as fuel, even though you’re already incredibly flammable.

The hums that accompany your slight wiggle are gentle, contrasting the losing of your mind going on in your head.

“More?” He wants to know.

“Mhmmm.”

“Okay. Good, Pumpkin.”

You’d smile at the ridiculous childhood endearment if the moment wasn’t so sinful. If he wasn’t grazing your pelvis, causing goosebump as he goes, pulling at the thin fabric until you lift once again.

He chuckles, a sound that reaches deep within your chest. “Good girl. Learning fast.”

Is he serious?

He can’t just drop a good girl like that as if he’s announcing a brief walk through a nearby park. What the fuck.

“Stop it,” you mutter, unaware why exactly.

“Want me to stop? We’re just starting,” he chants, his pout playfully childish and cute.

But the fingers. Oh the fingers rounding the skin right over the sensitive nub. Playing with you like you’re his own personal doll, wrapping you around his skillful, strong and incredibly beautiful fingers.

His touch drops deeper when you whisper an inaudible wish; whatever it is, he thinks he knows what you want. Featherlightly, he presses down on your clit, and you cry out quietly.

You fall back against the headboard again, your hands in his hair and tugging at the strands at the nape of his neck. One blink of his eyes passes and he’s snaking an arm under you, pulling you down and flat onto your back.

“You alright, yeah?” Jungkook makes sure, elated when you nod enthusiastically. “Good. Very good.”

His face is close to yours but doesn’t remain there: As he caresses your clit, shaking up your lower belly, his mouth dives in and finds home between your tits. He breathes you in before he presses a kiss against the shirt hiding your skin.

“Jungkook…”

“Mmmh.” He looks up at your chin, your head thrown back. “Say, Pumpkin…” He blows at your left nipple, well aware that you never wear a bra at home, and watches it perk under the shirt. Then, his teeth catch the material before he lets go and speaks on. “May I see those pretty tits of yours?”

“Nnnh,” is all you can give back. “Yes.”

Happily, the unoccupied hand lifts the white tee until he touches the underside of your boobs; his touch covers something you reckon he might enjoy. With his face hovering over yours, you wonder how long it will take him to notice.

Nothing yet at least.

His hand pauses there and then lifts the shirt over your mounds. He palms one of them, relishing your mewls. The sigh lets his voice fall some more, enticing when his mind numbing talk continues, “Hello there, girls.”

Jesus fucking Christ…

Why is this so hot to you?

His hair tickles your clavicles before his tongue does the same to your hard nubs. Wrapping his lips around your nipple, he pulls at it, then releases it to repeat it all. All while his fingers float down to your hole.

And then…

Palms pushing your thighs apart under the crumbled up blanket, he doesn’t wait another second before he drops to his side next to you and dips his middle finger inside. Slowly at first, easing you into the process, but it does nothing to avoid the sudden term that falls out of you.

“Fuck, baby, this is–”

You realize your mistake–mistake?–when his finger halts mid action. But once he proceeds, lifting his head to kiss your jaw, you don’t see a single trace of embarrassment or shame. No, he rather jumps onto the train with you.

“Easy, kitten.”

The new nickname forces your head to fall sideways to face him – your lips come to touch, but he doesn’t take it a step further. His eyelids fall half close, mouth not moving against yours; but you can’t really kiss anyway with the way he urges moan after moan out of you.

His finger starts pumping in and out of you, your walls contracting around him. There’s thought in his actions. He doesn’t just push in and pull out like a wildling – no, the curve of his digit, the tempo he chooses and the patch he massages inside you must be calculated.

Adding a second finger does nothing but amplify this feeling.

In his hold, you’re a little less squirmy than you might be without his touch. He keeps you grounded, controlling the wiggle of your body, allowing you to bite into your fist until he grabs your wrist and pushes it against the mattress.

“Nuh-uh,” he warns. Your eyes crack open a slit. “Stop muffling your sounds. Why would you?”

“I’m just…” You shake your head. “Self-conscious… Okay?” God, words are hard. “Y’don’t see me naked… Every day.”

“Absolutely outrageous if you ask me,” he breathes, knuckles deep inside you. There, he remains, merely moving his fingers inside without pulling out anymore. You hide half your face in the pillow. “Fuck, look at me.”

The danger and irritation in his voice sober up a piece of your mind, but the sudden emptiness when his fingers vanish shake you awake with a snap. An utterly wet touch trails along your thigh and then up your sides. He doesn’t give a fuck about the state of his blanket.

Letting go of your wrist, he pushes aside the fallen phone that his ass touches, and stops with everything altogether. Reaches behind him and then shoves the device to a far top corner of the bed.

“That’s good,” Jungkook whispers once he’s cozy with you again. Watching your breathing, dizzy form. “We don’t have to charge the phone and waste electricity that way, right?”

“Shut up…” is all your brain and tongue allow.

He clicks his tongue. “Alright, you killjoy.” A sudden slap to your overflowing pussy renders you speechless. But not him. “I’ll use my mouth elsewhere then, k?”

You’re still a mess in disbelief. Can’t comprehend that he’s actually saying those words in this exact constellation. You might think you’re dreaming if the squeezes of his hands and the dampness of his tongue didn’t prove you otherwise.

Crawling down your body, he makes sure to ruin every patch of your skin. He licks along your collarbones and gently bites at your tits. His palms love the feeling of your chest, nails digging in… And he only stops when he reaches a very particular something.

You feel his movements freeze clearly. He smacks his lips, and when you look at him, he looks surprised. Delightfully so.

“What’s that?”

There it is.

He watches your lips curl to a satisfied smile and your eyelids shut as he brushes his finger over the spot under your tits. Squinting, he removes more of the blanket, hoping the dim light of the candle might allow him a deeper look.

The black color isn’t as faded as the ink on his hand or arm, so it must be a recent sin you went for. You hum in innocence, opening your eyes again to barely catch the shake of his head as he repeats his question.

“What is that, huh?” He exhales the last word, breathing against you. Then kisses the skin underneath the tattoo. “You weren’t even gonna tell me about it?”

“Figured you might find out one day…”

He laughs quietly, hiding his fascination. But you know he’s still mesmerized, staring at the little thing, distracted even when he responds. “Is that so? You tease.”

Dipping down, an open mouthed kiss lands on top of your tattoo. His hands push your tits together, his mouth working on worshiping the tiny piece of skin that has captured him. His kiss is greedy to the touch, his breaths cold against the saliva he left once he lifts his face again.

“A crown, yeah? That what it is, isn’t it?”

The pleasant satisfaction in his voice is apparent, but you think you even hear bits of irritation – like he’s annoyed that you didn’t tell him about this. Like he’d dove into you earlier if you had.

“Hey, a lil feeling of royalty is never…” You stop when he pecks your tummy. His lips run along your stomach until they reach your pelvis. “Ohhhfff… You’re close.”

“I’ll keep going, alright?”

You let out more incoherent sounds, something between a moan and a hum. The anticipation is unbearable, but the fact that Jungkook is still fully dressed and his cock yet aching to be discovered by you might be worse.

With the blanket fully off of you, his lips explore your body, so close to where you want him. His right hand still lingers where the tattoo is eternalized in your skin, and according to his next words, his mind isn’t less hung up on it, either.

“Your tattoo matches mine, y’know?” He informs you as if you haven’t seen the crown on his index finger a few million times. The digit that’s digging into your hungry cunt again, along with another finger showcasing an emoji that must be looking like you right now. “We can both be royalty, don’t you think, princess?”

“My God, shut up,” you order. Your insides cringe, even though you’re sure you wouldn’t be opposed to him calling you that godforsaken nickname once again.

His giggle is Jungkook-ish sweet, but the hands that pry your legs open are not. Less even when he pushes them down onto the mattress as much as your joints allow, distracting you from the pull of your muscles when his nose nuzzles your pelvis.

The tip of his tongue touches your sacred part first. It’s just a slight dip, testing the waters. But your ocean is wild and its waves crash against the pit of your stomach.

“Didn’t think you’d be responsive right away,” he admits, only pausing to place a gentle kiss on your clit. “Then again, I haven’t seen a dude at our place in ages.”

“Asshole,” you curse, eliciting another deep snicker that vibrates right against your cunt.

Then, the jokes end and his stance changes. He takes a deep breath and then lowers his head once and for all. Leaving a trace of kisses riles you up enough, though things only get worse once his tongue darts out, starting a gentle dance in a captivating pattern.

He collects spit on the muscle in his mouth, pulling out the fingers out of you to spread your folds. Watching your pussy shimmer and leak, he laps up the arousal meant for just him. His cock stretches his favorite joggers, and he moves his hips against the bed for relief.

Buried deep, he moves to your clit to close his lips around it for a moment before he french kisses your pussy. Then, he repeats it all – only this time, the tip of his tongue moves in a perfect circle around your sensitive nub for a bit longer.

Slowly, softly, and then he stops.

“Wait…” you interrupt, blindly grabbing a patch of his hair. “Do that again. Please.”

The hushed desperation in your voice makes his sweatpants strain impossibly. His balls already ache.

“Like that?”

“Yeah… Yep.”

You arch your back and let your mouth fall open when his fingers return inside you, tongue imitating the motions from before. For a while, your moans and uncontrolled, quiet, peaceful sounds motivate and inflame him.

But once he begins yearning for your taste again, he swaps. His curved digits pull out of you, thumb taking his mouth’s place and vice versa. Which feels… Just as dangerous.

His tongue presses into you, a hand shoving up your right, closing leg. Your thigh stiffens when it feels his fingers deep in your flesh, and when it relaxes again, it falls over his shoulder and onto his back softly.

Zealously, you plant your heel against his shirt, trying not to think about the muscles of his back too hard. Yet, drowning in fervor, you can’t help but push his shirt up, irritated that he’s still wearing so damn much when you’ve already exposed the last of your being to him.

He either doesn’t notice or doesn’t acknowledge your hints yet. Because his focus is still somewhere else – understandably so.

“I knew you’d taste like that,” he confesses when he surfaces to take a breath.

He knew?

You’re panting more than him. Speaking comes to you harder than to him. “Like what?”

“Like absolute heaven,” he exhales at your waterfall-sex, hot and shiver inducing. “Pussy gifted by the angels.”

Oh, you bet he says that to everyone…

“Please don’t treat me like one, though,” you beg.

“Like an angel? Don’t worry. I fear you’re far filthier than I might expect.”

When his words collide with his repeated actions, your eyes water. You whine at the onslaught on your pussy, squirming, and shake your head when your insides somersault.

“I… I don’t think I can anymore,” you foolishly say.

Your ears seem to block out any sound, your body revolting. The pressure in your stomach is intense, to say the least. Your fingers and toys surely don’t feel that way.

“It feels like that because you can. I promise,” Jungkook, however, assures.

“This is the… I’ve never…”

It’s true. You’ve never had a build up or an orgasm like this before. Of course not: How could you if he’s drinking in every drop of the arousal dribbling out of you while rendering you wetter at the same time?

He sounds so goddamn lewd when he makes out with your cunt like that. Too filthy… You wonder how his lips will feel against yours if he’s able to do such magic down below already.

“It’s gonna be good… Okay?”

He’s wrong. Good is an absolute understatement.

The force with which your orgasm hits is worse than being run over by a truck. You internally slap everyone in your past who missed to make you feel that way.

You implode and explode, a swarm of cacophonic sounds oozing out of your mouth. You grab his sheets and his blanket so hard that the thoughts in the back of your head fear you might rip something.

Jungkook groans and moans along with you, his mouth and fingers attached to you no matter how much you move. A single tear flees between your shut eyelids, arousal not stopping to trickle out of you.

You’re still calling his name once the high comes down… Still holding the sheet, your vision still blurry. He licks and rides you through the end of the blast for a few more seconds. And when he’s done and you look at him, he’s covered in a shimmer.

Such a pretty boy.

“Hey,” he whispers joyfully once he comes up. “Hello.”

“Hey. You, jail,” you breathe.

You don’t waste a moment before you take off his shirt, eager and hungry. He laughs, cocking an eyebrow. “Why jail? Did I give you a bombastic orgasm or what?” He moves to lay half on top of you and licks his lips. “Shouldn’t I get free lap dances or something?”

“Jail for not doing this earlier.”

“Ah. Apologies. I’ll be at your service whenever from now on.”

The vow makes your tummy flutter. From now on? So he wants to do that again?

Nah. You must be dreaming. A fall night's fever dream.

“Good,” you mutter before you close the distance mutually.

He cages you in, beginning the kiss softly but urgently. His tongue doesn’t hesitate to seek out yours, and he tilts his head to deepen the gesture. Both your hands wander to the other’s face and hair, lips eating up each and every thrum.

His chest is warm against yours, hard pecs pressing against your nipples. It feels good, feeling him so close and intimate with you. No layers separating your upper bodies, melting into one… And that kiss…

As he pours all passion into it, you think you taste a bit of you on him, but said taste mingles with a lot of other things. The spices of dinner. The lingering sweetness of dessert. His thirst. The ardency that refuses to leave his motions.

“Hey,” he mumbles when he breaks the kiss. “I…”

“Hmm?”

“I really want you. So, so bad.”

The carnal desire is hidden in the moment for sure. But right now, listening to the softness in his voice, all you can and want to hear is unbridled longing.

Insatiable, you nod. “I want you, too. Please?”

“You… You don’t need to beg for it, Pumpkin.” His hips move against yours and you wrap your legs around him tighter. “Seriously, no need–”

His joggers are rough against your swollen pussy, but their harshness doesn’t compare to the thick bulge pushing into you. Moving down your wandering fingers, you push at the remaining clothing, shoving until you feel the bare, firm, muscular ass under your palms.

Hell, there’s so much you want to do. Like, slap it.

Lifting a little, he lets you free his cock, his sweatpants and underwear somewhere a little over his knees now. You’re ready to let him fuck you unconscious and into another universe before you realize you might not be all that ready just yet.

Because the throbbing, hot length falls heavy against your stomach. It’s thick and big and entirely unexpected. Not that he’s never boasted about it before or ran around without underwear beneath his pajamas. But fuck, you thought it’s the usual shit men say.

You didn’t think he was actually hiding something this… Generous.

“Wow, I–” You begin, but to no avail. Your screaming pussy distracts you.

“Huh? Yeah, what is it?” Jungkook purrs against your neck.

“Just. Can I…”

Your hand prowls from his ass to his cock, and you begin to guide it to your pussy slowly, opening up your legs more. Okay. You’re ready. You are. You are.

Only, Jungkook is not.

He shakes his head immediately, then nods towards the drawer inhabiting the condoms. You understand and roll your eyes, scoffing. “I wasn’t gonna do it anyways. But I’m… I am on the pill.”

“Yes. But you also forget to take it a lot.”

“Fair.” God, you just want him to drill you. Why’s starting so hard? “But I’m fine.”

“I am, too.” He groans when he moves over you, reaching to the drawer. “Still.”

You watch as he takes the package out, the foil carefully held between his fingertips. And in those brief seconds, you think.

His last hook up wasn’t so long ago. You wonder if he ever goes in raw with other girls… Wonder why he doesn’t with you but insists on protection. Less like he doesn’t trust you but more like he doesn’t trust himself.

You don’t ponder on your bumbling thoughts for too long before he smiles and sidetracks. “Hey, have you showered?”

“No. Why?” You answer, certain that the furrow of your eyebrows lays your confusion bare.

“You said you needed to.”

“And?”

“It’s gotten warm inside.” Aha… You think you know where this is going. But just for fun’s sake, you play dumb. “I still need my proper shower, too, by the way.”

“Okay… But we’re saving up on water, right?” You stare up at him in innocence. Godgodgodgod. He’s really doing that.

Jungkook slaps your ass, and you yelp. “Don’t play stupid. You know what I’m saying.”

“Kook–”

“What? We clean up together… Save water. I don’t have to shower again in the morning and can sleep in. It sounds like an amazing idea, if you ask me.”

You contemplate his idea. In all honesty, you know that he’s aware of your teasing and fake hesitation – but you think he likes the act. If it was up to him, he’d probably want you tapping your chin and all, cartoonesque.

“You do shower long…” You then conclude.

“Yeah. And so do you.”

“So…”

“So what do you say, Pumpkin Pie?”

“Mmmh. Okay.”

His eyes blow wide. “Really?”

You grimace at him. He’s adorable. After all he’s said and done, he’s still astonished at your response? An actual dork. But you still nod.

“Oomph,” he says. “Imagining you under the shower.” He’s talking more to himself than anything. “Might be just a bit more insane than imagining you naked in general.”

More than a decade of being friends and a couple of years of living together should’ve suggested at least once that thoughts can’t stay pure 24/7. Especially when hormones raged and you grew a pair of tits, you should’ve known his mind derailed a little on at least one occasion.

Still, you’re surprised.

“Did you imagine me naked before?” You wonder.

“Are you kidding me?”

The answer shoots out of him like a bullet, almost as fast as he lifts his body to come to a stand. You don’t bother about an answer when he grabs the condom and something else, then offers you a hand, pulling you up butt naked before guiding you to the bathroom.

“Calm down,” you joke. One hand covers your nipples, even though you’re not sure why. What’s done is done already, and you can’t and don’t want to burn the image of you exposed from his mind.

“Too late.” Once in front of the bathroom, he stops, lifting a finger. It’s funny how casual your conversation is and how naked you are. “Wait here.”

Twenty seconds pass, and he returns with two candles in his hands, planting and lighting them up on the washing machine. This idea better not backfire.

The small room is cooler than his own, and the porcelain sink he pushes you against when you enter, placing the condom and the small bottle he brought at the edge of it, is even worse.

You shiver and hiss before his fingers grip your chin. He pulls your face to his own, bringing your hand to his crotch as his kiss catches your breath.

His warm, towering cock twitches in your palm, making you moan into his mouth. You attempt to unify your bodies, shifting closer, but he keeps pushing you backwards. Your back arches over the sink, and the kiss stops, his lips opening yours, suffocating against you.

“You’re so fucking hot, you know?” He maffles, stepping back but not without pulling you along.

You can’t wait to step back into his room later to investigate where your discarded clothes lay.

For now, you smile, delighted when his lopsided smirk matches yours. He kisses the tip of your nose before he draws a deep breath. Brings the both of you into the shower and then lets hot water rain down on you.

The liquid burns hot on your shoulder first, and Jungkook exclaims something incomprehensible as he regulates the temperature pouring out of the faucet. The procedure remains calm and quiet, unusual for a bickering pair like you.

But once he gets soaked under the water, shaking his hair out of his eyes just to push it back with his hands… You can’t keep your mouth shut anymore.

“Jungkook,” you whisper.

He puts a hand on your waist and the other on your cheek, stepping closer carefully. For a second, you think he looks at you like nothing else in the universe matters.

Your stomach bubbles… Your heart pounds.

“Hmm… Yeah?”

“I imagined you,” you tell him. “Us… Like that before, too.”

“Really? How?” He whispers back. Your vision is blurry – you don’t know if it’s the water’s or the moment’s craze’s fault.

All you know is that you want to remember his touch on your face, the shower warming your chest, trickling into your soul.

He keeps brushing back your drenched tresses lovingly and softly. You almost forget how to act purely horny, enabling tenderness and feelings until your nipples press against his torso and his cock moves against you again.

“I feel like you’d enjoy,” you near his ear, breathing, “sucking on my tits as much as I would.”

He grins.

“I’m more of an ass guy, though.”

On cue, he grabs a handful of your rear, pulling out a weird sound out of you that you regret immediately. He doesn’t bother as much as you. He’s busy staring at your lips and getting familiar with your ass.

“Right,” you say, distracted by the (intentional?) movements of his cock. You want to… You really want to… “Can I– can I suck you, ass guy?”

The embrace around you loosens up. According to his expression, he probably didn’t predict your question; but you think a man with a dick like his should expect that everyone wants to suck him dry.

But anyways–

Perhaps his surprise is a good thing, because the way his mouth drops open when you bring your hand to his shaft is priceless.

“Wow,” he expresses under his breath. “I’d be fucking stupid to say no, right?”

“Yes. I’m pretty good at this.”

You wrap your fingers and palm around his hardness, twisting your hand and alternating the pace. Your thumb runs over his slit, tempted to taste what already leaks out. One smile is all he gets before you choose to drop to your knees instead. Sacrificing their flawless state.

He shifts to the wall until his back hits its coolness, speechless when you look up at him, trying your hardest not to ogle at the delicious cock angry in front of you, and then stretch out your tongue.

You press it to the underside of his cock, making sure he feels you breathing, and then you shove his member into your mouth before it can slap back against his stomach.

Holy fuck, he really is hard.

“I believe you…” He says, his breaths rigid. “Barely doing anything, but it’s…”

So good.

First, you focus on the head. Swirling your tongue around it, you hum, hearing him hiss above you. You do your best, but you don’t know just how much you actually affect him.

Because from above, Jungkook’s point of view is something he doesn’t think he could even dream of. The sounds of you quietly gagging and slurping, constantly moaning and vibrating around him rile him up. The fact that you’re struggling to control your breathing, because you’re too immersed, apprehensive to stop.

And your lips, God, your lips, they wrap around him perfectly. He wonders what it’d look like if you were wearing lipstick, or how your non-waterproof mascara would run down your cheeks if he fucked your mouth.

You pull him out to catch a breath, using the pause to stroke him lightly. Leaning closer, you take a moment to rub the tip against your nipple – he seems to like it, because the bite of his lip is firm.

Then, you move your gentle touch to his balls and speak. “Is that alright?”

“I… alright?” He croaks, furrowing his eyebrows. “How about you suck me dry every fucking day, huh?”

“If I’m allowed to.”

You laugh a little, inhaling through your nose before you dive in again. This time, you let him in as much as you can take. Small fireworks explode on your tongue when his precum touches it, his cock twitching more between your lips as you suck harder.

“You are… Fuck, of course you are…” He permits, throwing back his head. Tattooed digits sneak into your hair, and when he pulls your head back, you disconnect from his cock with a plop sound. “But pause for now, k? Wanna fu–”

He can’t speak, so you guess you succeeded. But you get it… You’d rather he fucked you too instead of coming in your mouth.

A hand wrapped around your neck gently pulls you up to your feet. His jaw is clenched and sharp, and his eyes are piercing. He looks so fucking hot wet like that, drawing out his tongue to run it between his lips.

His mouth lures you in automatically, your gaze frozen on it and already imagining his taste. But he’s a step ahead–though in another twisted way–when he turns you around without a warning.

He pins your tits against the wall and tugs at your hips until you’re angled just right for him. Then, he leans in to voice one single order. “Stay like that.”

His wish is your command, anytime.

Panting, you let the water pour onto you, waiting. The small bottle he brought, undoubtedly lube, is placed in the shower caddy next to you, and before you can blink twice, you hear a package ripping open.

“Hurry,” you beg, recognizing the amused chuckle you definitely expected.

“Chill,” he says. “Gimme just a moment, princess.”

“Stop.”

Another sneer, more apparent complications, but in the meantime he distracts you with words that leave you unstable. “Fuck, I wish I could go in just like that.”

You want to say he can. But you don’t want to risk another rejection like before… Your heart and ego can only take this much.

For now, you push the thoughts aside, only focusing on the fact that you’ll be railed by Jeon fucking Jungkook. That he’s turned you around to finally weaken your knees, to batter your pussy, that you’ll actually be having sex with him in no time.

Or whenever he figures out a solution to his problem.

He turns away the showerhead and curses at the condom or whatever, and you laugh, still bent in an uncomfortable position.

“Harder than you thought, huh?” You joke.

As a response, he exhales, then grabs your waist as he delivers a verbal answer. “My dick or putting this shit on? Because yeah.”

Apparently, dealing with the condom wasn’t too impossible after all. Because once it’s done, his hands are on you again, one pulling you in further by your hip while the other spreads your pussy folds.

Then, his fingers disappear, grabbing the bottle of lube to fiddle with the liquid and placing it back in no time. You can hear the sounds that smearing it onto his dick causes.

And then you hear it even worse when he brings those exact digits back to your cunt. He contributes the rest of the lube by rolling his fingertips around your entrance and then pumping into you a couple of times. You moan out, and impatience grows faster.

“Okay,” he says, his voice still steady. “You tell me to stop if it ever hurts, alright?”

You nod, and he whispers, “Perfect.”

And then, it happens.

And it takes ages.

Not really due to hesitation or anything like that, but more because the cock intruding your walls just doesn’t stop. The shaft, rich in thickness and length, penetrates you deep, already overwhelming, and you’re sure he isn’t even halfway through.

“That enough?” He asks.

You shake your head. No. You don’t think anything will ever be enough, no matter how intense and mind numbing things become. More, you want all of him.

“More,” you repeat, speaking out loud.

“Seriously…?”

Yeah. You’re as much in disbelief as him. But your body – it knows what it’s pleading for, what signals it’s sending to your brain and then to your tongue.

“Please,” you beg. “I’ll tell you if I feel uncomfortable. I promise.”

A groan. A deeper push. He fills you to the brink, engulfed by you perfectly. The ideal lock to his key… Everything inside you tingles and aches.

When he’s bottomed out, he shifts and you feel the movement inside you. Mewling, you whisper his name, his ears perking up as his already drained voice calls back to you.

“Move?” He wants to know, his entire sentence abandoned.

“Move.”

So he does.

Long, slow, languid and careful strokes. He pants behind you. The shower water is still a bit too hot, but it doesn’t compare to whatever the fuck he’s kindling inside you.

Whenever he returns back deep, you lose your mind a bit more. And whenever he notices, his pace fastens by a tiny, tiny fraction. Until restraint becomes a foreign concept.

“Fuck, I wish I could…” His sentence breaks as much as you do when his hips meet yours. “Wish I could keep the imprints of your hands on the wall forever.” He thrusts into you hard once, hands pushing up your ass. “Wish I could see you pressed against it.”

He leans forward, his wet chest touching your soaked back. Kissing your cheek and neck, you slip into the craze only he can call forth. Fucked by him in the flickering candlelight, romantic for a fly on the wall, but sickeningly filthy in reality.

You’re a fool, because the thought of romance rests in the back of your mind right now – so you add to the already established sins when his hand brushes your neck.

“Jungkook…” You purr.

His movements slow down at the call of his name. You reach out an arm and turn the stream of water off – after all, you’re here to save the environment and yourself. That you’ve barely been focusing on showering is neither your fault.

Jungkook doesn’t question whatever you do. You don’t think he cares much about his surroundings anyway, everything around him is blurred but you. His lips still roam your shoulder when he shoves himself inside you balls deep and then pauses there.

You whisper his name again, drawing out another deep hum right next to his ear, and then spit it out.

“Choke me.”

You wonder. If you hadn’t turned off the water, would it have frozen to ice, too?

Because the wall and the room suddenly cool down and you swear he’s stopped breathing. You press your underarms and your forehead to the wall, eyes closing and asking yourself whether you made a mistake.

But… But maybe not.

In the next moment, Jungkook suddenly laughs a little, quiet but enticing enough to make your scalp tingle. He pushes the hair out of your face and your neck, slowly tracing your skin downward until he touches the spot over your vocal cords.

His fingers lift your head, breaking the contact to the wall. Gently rubbing your jaw with his thumb, he starts wrapping a huge hand around your neck… Silently at first before he finally answers.

“Shit, you’re so much dirtier than the good girl I know.”

No matter how simple the sentence, something in it awakens ambiguity in you. The realization that you’ve successfully surprised him. And at the same time, the urge to remain his good girl.

You want to be all of it for him; want to be the only object of affection for him.

“Can tell you the s-same.” You gasp when he squeezes the sides of your neck, just below your jawline. “This isn’t–” Biting your lip, you pause, distracted by his palm. “Not what puppy eyed boys should be doing.”

He lifts your body wordlessly, only laughing at your words in delight. Still sunken inside you, he straightens your posture just a bit, careful to not apply any kind of pressure to your windpipe. He knows what he’s doing – sex couldn’t be safer with anyone else.

At least that’s what you know, judging the choking experiences you’ve gathered with other men or women so far.

He leans into you, kissing your temple as he hammers into you again. The squeezes around your neck differ: His motions follow a varying pattern; your veins pulsate.

You imagine his clenched jaw or his furrowed eyebrows. The furious look on his face that doesn’t really suggest anger but blissful pleasure. You imagine his teeth trapping his lower lip, dimples on his cheeks, wet dark hair restricting his vision.

All that combined with all the godless things he says.

“I can’t believe we haven’t done this before… But…”

A sharp thrust pushes you forward, and one of your hands reaches behind you to grip his hip. Good God, he’s so fucking large. Human anatomy and logic aside, he must be battering your guts along with your pussy.

“But I knew I’d fuck you one day.”

Oh.

He has no remorse. He’s either too trapped in you to notice what he’s doing to you or he knows exactly what he’s doing to you. Either way, your faltering soul can barely still handle him.

“You fucking devil,” you only respond.

And the devil has the audacity to leave your neck to slap your tits. How dare.

You yelp and your sound continues when he pinches your nipples, soft at first before his nips become harder. Defenseless in his grip, your knees almost buckle, especially when he talks to you again.

“My God, you’re letting me do fucking anything I want.”

“It’s… It’s the dick,” you tell him, already embarrassed. “Too good.”

“Ah? Thanks.” Letting his hands drop from your sensitive tits, he finds your clit again – you think you might cry. “Little reward for being so good for me?”

You want him to elaborate, but you soon learn what that reward consists of anyway.

He caresses your clit slowly and gently, accompanied by occasional light slaps. No rest for the wicked seems to be his motto today, not that you can complain.

Because a minute later, his fingers combined with the reckless, now fast paced plunges throw your world into chaos once more. You scream out his name, barely able to breathe. “Kook, I’m… I–”

“I know. Let go for me, Pumpkin. You’re all good, okay?”

His promises and soft reassurances make you fall harder into the fondness you already feel for him. If there was ever a point of return, he’s annihilated it once and for all now.

Who are you to doubt him? So you let another mind blowing orgasm wash over you. It rolls in hard, showing in your broken moans and curling fingers. He holds you up on your melting legs, an arm around your tummy.

“Hold on for me,” he snarls against your cheek, and you try. You really try your best, but your body’s giving up, trembling at the peak’s intensity that’s shaking up your insides. “Gonna cum, too…”

One more. You can afford one more indecent idea.

“Cum on my ass, Kook.”

“Fucking hell, baby.”

That’s all. That’s all he needs.

No hesitation in sight, he steps back and out of you, angling your body again by pulling your ass back as much as possible. The condom falls somewhere next to you – you see it from the corner of your eyes before you hear the way Jeon Jungkook climaxes.

Which is: With extra guttural groans, a quivering breath, fingers digging deep into the flesh of your butt and–what you realize when you look back at him–with super uncontrolled pumps of his cock.

“Fuuuuck,” he moans when his seed shoots hot onto your bottom.

It takes a few seconds for him to empty himself completely, and he keeps swearing, keeps saying something you barely understand.

But what you do understand, even though you’re absentmindedly focusing on his fingers spreading the cum on your back, is, “Gonna punish you for being so fucking hot one day.”

“That a promise?” You ask, still breathless.

He laughs. “Brat.”

The whole affair ends almost the way it started: Carefully and slowly, bickering thrown in here and there. But aside from the obvious fact you’re showering together, still so, so naked, there are more differences you notice when he lets the water run again to clean you up properly.

Like, his look. A smile you haven’t seen before, you think.

Very soft touches along your cheeks, fingers combing through your hair like you’re something fragile.

Questions such as, “Are you okay? Was that okay? Do you feel good, Pumpkin?”

Also… The hecking forehead kiss when you smile and nod.

The mood has shifted, albeit to something pleasant, once everything’s said and done. He puffs out a breath, discarding the neglected condom. Before he wraps you in a towel, his thumb brushes over your tattoo once more – his eyes look fascinated and affectionate, but he doesn’t comment on it again.

He doesn’t guide you back to your room but to his, drying you up thoroughly and affectionately.

He lets you leave for just a moment, telling you that you need to come back once you’ve found stuff to sleep in. His behavior is odd, but instead of questioning it, you indulge in his tender care.

But in the end, he only lets you wear your fresh pair of underwear and your shorts, snatching your shirt to throw it onto his desk. He rummages through his closet silently and only speaks once he’s handed you one of his cotton shirts.

“Take this?”

His tone is different from how he sounded the rest of the night. Not demanding, but kind of questioning. His teeth nibble at his lip and then he says, “I think you’d look good in it… Just if you’re up to it.”

He doesn’t stutter or hesitate. Like he dreamed of this for ages.

“Okay,” you mutter.

Taking a seat at the edge of the bed, he waits until you’re done, incredibly ecstatic when you smoothen the fabric over your body. He praises you, “Knew it. Beautiful.”

Then, his mouth falls shut. The joy melts into something softer. His eyes drink you in from head to toe, and he lifts both arms to tangle his fingers with yours.

You oblige, letting him pull you closer softly. Tilting your head, you speak up. “What’s up?”

But he doesn’t elaborate. “Nothing,” he only tells you with a smile.

“Okay.”

“But–”

You knew it. There’s something he’s thinking of profusely and he doesn’t want to keep it hidden. Thank God.

“Yeah?” You spur him on.

“Um… Stay here tonight.”

…Oh. Oh–

After all the things that went down tonight, his offer still strikes you like lightning. There’s a dull thump behind your chest and a growing ache in your stomach. You don’t know what it is and don’t understand why your body reacts that way.

You should be swarmed with butterflies. But instead, a ball of something strange forms inside you.

Maybe because he asks like your room isn't right next to his. Or as though you’d be gone and out of reach for miles if you stepped over the threshold of his bedroom now.

But… You’d be insane to resist.

So you let him drape the blanket over the both of you, crawling next to him.

“Lemme–” He says. You don’t get the opportunity to lay against his heartbeat, because he does it first. An arm holds your body close, his cheek pressed against your chest. “Like that. Feels good.”

He tangles his legs with yours, sighing in extreme satisfaction. You’re sure he’s dozing off when you interrupt by joking, “We didn’t save that much water after all.”

His voice is just a mumble when he speaks. “You did turn it off, though…” You chuckle quietly, and he pulls you closer to him. “I’ll use the college shower for a few days, okay?”

The things he’s ready to do for you…

In hindsight, you don’t think it’s the physical attraction you’ve been feeling for weeks that led to tonight’s fiasco. It’s not hormones or his jawline. Thinking, your emotions might date back to a time you can barely remember.

Because those subtle sacrifices he makes, the caring statements, the love he carries for you that shows in tiny, tiny things. Platonic or not, a bond like yours was bound to make you fall as hard as you did.

You think you remember what occurred that set you on fire so much hotter recently. Just right now… It might not be the time to speak about it yet, so you stuff the secret memory back into your mind.

Zeroing in on the mention of college, you stretch sideways, telling him to hold on a moment.

“Hm?” He mumbles.

“Setting an alarm.” The phone screen lights up your face and you squint one eye shut. “We’re still college students, Jungkook.”

“Mmmh,” he groans in displeasure. “Do we need to go?”

“I mean, do you wanna graduate?”

“I don’t know. I could strip for money.”

You laugh, holding him closer to you than before. Fondness seeps into him, and you notice when he digs his ear harder into your chest.

“Saw you naked, so speaking out of experience,” you support, “I think people would like that.”

He hums again. You feel his lips graze the shirt he gave you. “Would you be my manager?”

“If I get free shows.”

Nodding, he assures, “Of course. You can count on me, mon capitaine.”

“Oohhh,” you praise, tapping his bare bicep. “You can’t just quote The Beauty and the Beast and expect me to stay solid.”

He breathes out a throaty laugh, sounding right from his chest. “Stay solid?”

“Yeah. Look.” You palm his soft cheek, ignoring the way he leans into your touch. Ignoring what it does to you. And he’s smiling, too. “Do you feel me melting?”

“You’re so damn funny, you know?” He tells you.

Your face warms at his compliment, and you think you could fall asleep in satisfaction after all. That is. If there wasn’t what he says next of course. Out of fucking nowhere.

“Hey…” He begins and hesitates. His voice is quiet and drowsy, ready to drift off. “All that happened won’t change anything, right? Between us? Because I’m… I’m sorry if it makes things weird.”

Your heart skips a beat… He might have heard it.

That’s what he wants? To not change shit?

To remain platonic, friendly, close but not close enough. It won’t change anything? Because you thought it would.

But what are you supposed to say? Here, with him in your arms. You can’t start an argument or disrupt the evening you gifted each other. The preciousness of it can’t fade…

“No,” is what you say for that reason. “Of course not.”

“Good. Good, that’s important.” You don’t think he’s aware of what he’s saying. He sounds so tired, worn out after all the things he did today. The way he bids tonight goodbye is proof of that. “Night, Pumpkin.”

“Good night, Kook.”

Why did things happen the way they did? How did you let your guard fall? When did he decide it’d be okay to take a step further in his bed, in the bathroom, in the shower, only to go back to ground zero?

All those questions could plague your mind as you begin slumbering away. But they don’t.

Not yet.

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[jungkookschin]

not so bossy

summary: An irksome feeling infests Jungkook's system when his girlfriend lets him know that she can't meet up after not seeing him for three weeks. pairing: d1 soccer player!jungkook x reader

genre: angst, fluff

author's note: idk anything about football/soccer and yes im american so i used the term soccer 🙄lolz, also i got some inspo hearing about these famous athletes and their gfs so i pulled this out of my ass. pls enjoy (or not)! ALSO IF U HAVE ANYTHING U WANT TO TELL ME AB ANY OF MY PICS PLS PUT IT IN THE ASKS (not replies) BC THIS IS A SECONDARY BLOG

“Just because I’m not some big shot D-1 athlete doesn’t mean that my life doesn’t matter,” you grimly convey, eyebrows furrowed in pure vexation whilst your pretty lips curl down in a frown.

Jungkook exhales slightly, his pointer finger and thumb coming up to massage his temples. “Y/N, that’s not what I meant and you know it-“

“Then what the fuck did you mean?” The rapidity by which you cut him off pierces his heart like an arrow, because he’s never witnessed you being so abrasive. It hurts him to know that he’s upset you- that his inconsideration induced such a crestfallen expression from his one and only girl.

“I just didn’t want you to meet up with that guy,” Jungkook quietly explicates, unable to adeptly convey what his true intentions were: that he just missed you and didn’t want you to hang out with some other guy, even if it was just to study.

A scoff escapes your mouth, your obsidian orbs glaring bullets into him. “Jungkook, we were studying. It was for school. You of all people should understand that,” you sneer, your harsh words making his heart drop, the unpleasant feeling of guilt infesting his system, because he knows you’re right. Knows he’s been a shitty fucking boyfriend. Knows that you’ve been nothing but understanding, that you've been his personal angel ushering heaven to him, a task you accomplished everyday of every second.

Jungkook’s reticent silence tells you everything you need to know. “Don’t talk to me for the rest of the day,” you murmur quietly, though loud enough to make the words thunder in his heart. You turn your heel to walk away from him, your arms securely hugging your textbook to your chest, as if you were subconsciously shielding yourself from him. He hates that so much.

Jungkook stands frozen, unable to chase after you like he wants to. His heart is screaming at his brain make his motor system send his body after you..Instead, your figure disappears into the crowd of students flooding the hallways and he’s left there with regret plaguing his system.

How did this even happen?

Jungkook vividly remembers that dreadful text message you sent whilst he was on the bus, heading back from fall training camp.

y/n ♡: hi baby, im so so sorry. i dont think i can make it to our date tonight. this senior in my class asked me if i wanted to join a study group with him and i want to go so i do good on my final :( sorry baby.

Jungkook's lips immediately curl down at the message. Despite quite literally sharing an apartment together, he hadn't physically seen you or touched you in three weeks. With travelling out of town for a tournament for a week, and his two week long training camp immediately proceeding the tourney, he hadn't gotten the chance to come home and see you. Your absence had a deep and profound effect- he had to drown himself with intense physical training to distract himself from the fact that you weren't around.

Jungkook is a D-1 soccer player- one of the best in the nation- predicted to be one of the top picks in the first round of the Major League Soccer super draft. He takes his craft very seriously, centers most of his attention on his body and mind to refine his physical ability and ultimately become one of the best soccer players in the world. Since high school he often opted for a nasty gym session over a party, admiring Messi and Ronaldo over pretty girls, and even went to his club soccer tournaments over attending prom.

That was- until he met you.

The university you and Jungkook attended was widely renown for its impeccable soccer program- and computer science program. By God's grace was he assigned to you for a group assignment freshman year. Your face was slightly flushed when you kindly uttered "Hey, I know you're a huge athlete or something, so I don't mind carrying the project if you have to focus on sports." In reality, your intentions were selfish, solely concerned about your own grades and how this group project may cause them to fall, but Jungkook still thought it was the cutest thing ever.

He appreciated the consideration, but gently let you know that he was certainly able bodied and willing to complete the assignment. Had you not been so pretty, if the way you pushed your glasses up your face not been so adorable, he would have gladly taken the offer, not being quite privvy to anything academic related.

But you were arguably the cutest girl he's ever seen, so he was willing and eager to put in the effort.

Feelings blossomed, cavernous eyes gazed into each other and Jungkok kissed you for the first time. Seeing that you enthusiastically reciprocrating his energy, Jungkook took it as a sign that he scored the girl of his dreams. Group projects lead to late night calls and incredibly vulnerable talks in his car, then arcade dates to salacious movie nights. He officially asked you to be his girlfriend with a bouquet of the most delicately beautiful roses you've ever seen.

Jungkook thanked God everyday for your naturally compassionate nature, and for when you assuaged all his dreadful anxieties about not be an adequate and involved boyfriend. You understood that the nature of your relationship with him would not always be the most attentive- that he had no choice but to sort of neglect you when he had to travel over state and country borders for the sake of his athletic career.

You understood it and you whole heartedly offered your bona fide support.

You appeared at his games with cute red bows binding the curls in your hair, his oversized red jersey thrown perfectly over your precious abdomen. His perfect cheerleader, his number one motivator- and his teammates certainly appreciated you because he performed better when you were in the stands oggling at him with your starry eyes. He had to play better when his girl was in the crowd.

When you weren't able to be physically present at his games, you sent him the most adorable selfies of you streaming the game on your TV, laptop, or phone, going the extra mile to snag a selfie whilst Jungkook was in the frame of your device.

It really is common knowledge that Jungkook adores his girlfriend. In fact, anybody can tell by looking at the measly three photos on his verified Instagram account (courtesy of the NCAA). There was one photo of Jungkook and his teammates from a few years ago, all men have their hands on their cut and bruise heavy knees. They've got gold medals around their necks, ginger smiles on their faces after winning some summer league tournament.

The second photo was from last year when the men's soccer team at your university won the NCAA Division 1 Men's Soccer tournament, and rather than a photo with his teammates, there is one of him and you. Jungkook who was drenched in sweat from an intense yet rewarding game has his hands wrapped around your waist in the photo, leaning down and pressing a kiss on your cheek whilst you smile gleefully. His gold medal is adorned around your neck, resting on your chest rather than his. The caption reads "scored the winning goal for my number one girl", and the comments are permeated with "awwws" and "how cute!" Of course, you are slightly suspicious of the genuiniety of those comments since most of them are from girls who have a crush on him. How do you know that? You just do, consider it girlfriend intuition.

The most recent photo is simply a gorgeous photo of you at dinner. It was from his point of view- his prettiest view when you were sitting across from him enjoying your steak in a strapless black mini dress. In the photo your french manicured fingers are gripping your wine glass, the stain of your lipstick visible at the edge of the cup. The expanse of your neck is visible, making your aura all the more alluring. Your hair is in a sleek bun with the exception of the face framing pieces that dangle on the sides of your face.

You remember that day, Jungkook looked so dashing in his black button up and slacks, and when he presented you with another bouquet of red roses you melted since they were the same flowers he asked you to be his girlfriend with.

The caption is simply a black heart.

Jungkook shuts his phone off and throws it on his bed, hands rubbing his face as he groans into his palms. After you told him not to speak to you for the rest of the day, he meandered back to your shared apartment, earnestly anticipating your return home. The intoxicating scent of your vanilla body spray fills the room, making him all the more miserable.

He knows that he wasn't giving you the attention necessary in maintaining a healthy relationship, that he wasn't amply putting his share into it, but his mind was so trained on soccer that it hadn't occurred to him to check on up on you. He winces at a certain memory where he was so entranced in practicing penalty kicks that he completely forgot about your date at the pumpkin patch. He went home wondering where you were, and his heart dropped when you marched into the home, slamming the door and refusing to speak to him. After profusely apologizing and making it up to you, you later forgave him and everything returned to its usual nature.

But this time was different, because it is 2AM, and you're still not home, causing Jungkook to fall deeper into his despondency.

He spammed you with so many pleading text messages, his eyes scanning over each and everyone as his thumb scrolls further and further to the history of your shared messages.

[2:52 AM] jungkook: y/n baby im so anxious right now. please let me know where you are. i wont go to bed unless i know that you're safe. you don't need to come home or talk to me, just send me your location so that i know you're okay. im so sorry and i love you so much.

As his thumb scrolls up, his texts from earlier in the night appear.

[11:38 PM] jungkook: baby where are you? im starting to get worried about you. please come home.

[9:12 PM] jungkook: my love, the food is getting cold. if you come home we can still enjoy a meal together.

[8:24 PM] jungkook: baby, i know you're upset at me. please let me make it up to you. i cooked your favorite meal, and we can eat together once you get home. i'm here waiting for you.

A soft exhale leaves his lips, his thumb scrolling all the way back to the same stupid argument that triggered all of this.

y/n ♡: hi baby, im so so sorry. i dont think i can make it to our date tonight. this senior in my class asked me if i wanted to join a study group with him and i want to go so i do good on my final :( sorry baby.

When Jungkook first received the first message, it inevitably upset him. A grimace on his face and the furrow on his eyebrows indicated as much. He missed you so much and was looking forward to seeing you so fucking badly. He longed to feel your body against his, the thought of you keeping him up all of last night. He missed your pretty face, the vanilla scent of your soft hair, and the way you made him feel so complete. So, of course he's upset. The first thing that caught him off guard was that you were cancelling on him after three weeks apart. The second thing that caused a deeper furrow in his brows was irksome personal pronoun: him.

Were you really going to ditch him to hang out with some guy? He was trying to be understanding considering the rigor of the university's computer science program- and wanted you to do everything you could to maintain your perfect grade point average. Nonetheless, he was already pouting at the announcement of your absence.

jungkook: him?? who's this senior?? and are u sure u guys cant reschedule?? miss my girl too much

y/n♡: i miss u too, im so sorry,, it's just that this code is really fucking hard and jaebum offered to help so obvi i accepted lol

Jungkook's concern morphs into unamusement, because he is very familiar with this motherfucker. He sighs deeply, reminiscing when his teammate Hoseok approached him and informed him about a certain Jaebum making inappropriate comments about his girlfriend. Not inappropriate as in sexual, grotesque, or expletive. Had that been the case Jungkook would have beaten the shit out of the guy and risked playing the next season. The type of inappropriate Hoseok intended to express was that Jaebum was going around calling you cute- you, a girl who clearly was not single. Jungkook never explicitly told you about this, not really concerned that it would have a significant impact on your very healthy relationship, but it still displeased him.

He wasn't able to constrain his words, mentioning something when he witnessed Jaebum clearly flirting with you when he picked you up from class.

"Jungkook don't worry," you giggled. "He's just a senior in my class- he's really smart so he was giving me some homework advice."

Jungkook tensed at that. "Alright babe, just be careful."

After that, Jaebum really wasn't ever mentioned or considered. He fully trusted you so Jungkook wasn't worried, until at that very moment.

jungkook: babe

jungkook: i thought we already talked about this

jungkook: that guy literally likes you

y/n♡: ewwww lol dont put that idea in my head😭 gross

jungkook: y/n, im serious

jungkook: he really does, i can tell when someone wants u its my boyfriend intuition

y/n♡: okay baby, and if he does??? u dont trust me??

jungkook: ofc i do, but it makes me uncomfortable to know that he invited you to a “study group” , who knows what he’s planning???

jungkook: who else is gonna be there??

y/n♡: it’s just gonna be us, but i promise u u dont have anything to worry about. uk how this class has been kicking my ass.. and jaebum is the only one with an a

Jungkook uses his pointer finger and thumb to massage his temples. The thought of you and this guy studying together enkindles something vile in his system, but nonetheless he chooses to trust you since he knows how important school is to you. However this irksome feeling bubbles in his chest, and he feels like has just has to do something about it.

The next message he sends is his last attempt to assuage the undeniable burning in his chest.

jungkook: i know, can i at least come with? to make sure he doesnt do anything weird?

y/n♡: i don't think it's a good idea. i dont want things to be uncomfortable

Jungkook scowls at that. Weird? Why would him tagging along be anything of the sort? More importantly, why were you choosing to protect Jaebum’s feelings over his?

jungkook: lmao uncomfortable? are u two planning to fuck on the table or something , why would my presence make things “uncomfortable”?

Jungkook winces when his eyes train on that very ill intended text message. He knows damn well he crossed the line with that one, but your response didn’t indicate that you were upset, probably dismissing it as one of his stupid jokes.

y/n♡: jeon jungkook🙄🙄

y/n♡: i’ll see u tonight at home baby💗💗

Jungkook knows he should have left it at that, but three weeks without having you with him were so excruciating, and he longed for you so so much. He loves being an athlete; he loves playing soccer, but the intense drills and back to back games have been agonizingly tough on his body that all he wanted was to cuddle up against you in your cozy and comfy bed. Maybe have a little movie night and give you a little massage though it was his muscles that were sore and tense. But no, you had to study with some slimy guy. Consider him salty.

When the bus dropped the men’s soccer team off on campus, he bid his farewells to his teammates, and for some strange reason his legs just start walking to the library. Huh, how strange. What an anomaly it was for his feet to randomly move by themselves!

He acts very nonchalant, hands shoved into his sweats whilst he wanders between the dozens of book shelves arrayed in the campus library. Nonetheless, his eyes are rapidly shifting toward every corner in the library, in hopes that he “accidentally” runs into you.

Jackpot.

You and Jaebum are sitting adjacent to each other at an occupied table, both of your eyes trained on your Macbook screen. Jungkook puts a hand on his chin, acutely scrutinizing the situation at hand. The distance of your chairs is quite satisfactory to Jungkook- not too close, but he would appreciate it if you were further away. Jaebum is very clearly giving you a lovestruck gaze, and when he scoots his chair closer to yours Jungkook narrows his eyes.

Jaebum is such a fucking weirdo, his hand creepily advancing towards yours that is resting by the keyboard, and you are so exceedingly focused on your screen that you fail to notice. You randomly remove your hand away from where it rests on the table, and scratch your head with it. Once you turn towards him, his close proximity startles you, and you jerk your chair back in the opposite reaction, the most mortified look on your face.

Jungkook isn’t the best at reading lips, but Jaebum is currently expressing something to you, the most awestruck look on his face and Jungkook scoffs at that, clearly understanding the situation. Without thinking he advances towards you, pulling your chair back with a tight grip whilst he looks daggers into the man. “Can you please stop hitting on my girlfriend?”

Your head whips around at the voice of your boyfriend, but it goes unnoticed by Jungkook whose attention is soley on the man.

Jaebum scoots his chair back a little bit, scratching his head. “Sorry man, I didn’t know she was your girlfriend-“

And before Jungkook can interject you speak up. “I’ve told you many times that I have a boyfriend- and quite frankly I’m appalled that you’re trying to make a pass toward me when we agreed that we would be studying,” you say firmly which induces a goofily proud smile to appear on Jungkook’s face.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I-I just really like you and didn’t know how else to talk to you," Jaebum elaborates in attempts to elicit some sort of sympathy from you. His attempt is entirely futile, and you ask him to leave, already vexxed by his inappropriate shot at making a pass at you.

You begrudgingly saunter behind Jungkook, the two of you leaving the library. Jungkook, who is acting under the assumption that you are annoyed by Jaebum, reaches out for your hand, falling into confusion when you rip your hand away from his.

"Babe?-" his eyes round, uneasy at your dissonance.

You exhale deeply, eyes apprehensively glancing around at anybody who may be eavesdropping. "Why the fuck did you follow me?" you whisper shout at him, hands thrown down petulantly.

"I was worried about you," he clarifies, not even bothering to claim that it was a mere coincidence. "And I missed you so much," his tone glosses over softly. He steps forward to embrace you, and the air shifts once you put your hands on his chest and push him away from you.

"Jeon Jungkook, I clearly told you that I would see you at home," you stonely enunciate.

Irritability spreading throughout his system, he scowls. "It was killing me to think about you being alone with this guy when I was missing you so much, and I told you that he liked you but you didn't listen-"

"I admit I was wrong about that, but I am also perfectly capable of handling myself." You hesitate momentarily, gathering the words before spitting them out hastily. "I think you've made it pretty clear that you don't trust me- which is seriously fucked up."

"What's fucked up is that you were hanging out alone with a guy who clearly likes you! You haven't seen your boyfriend in three weeks and chose to spend your time with some guy rather than with me!" Jungkook fires back, attracting some concerned glances from bystanders.

His postulation enrages you. "Need I remind you why I haven't seen you in three weeks?" you sarcastically inquire, eyebrows creasing in awe at the audacity of this man.

"Babe, I have to leave for soccer, you know that, so don't weaponize it against me," he coldly says, and really, all his words do is spread the indignation through your veins like a wildfire.

"I have never weaponized soccer against you, so don't you dare put fucking words in my mouth," you hiss, giving him the dirtiest look he's ever seen from you.

"I have been nothing but supportive of you. Never said shit when you're out there with a bunch of cheerleaders who like you, and with your teammates that fucking cheat on their girlfriends with those cheerleaders! Yet the moment that I prioritize my academic career over you, you pull some weird shit as if you can't trust me!" you finish, your ice colds words leaving Jungkook frozen as a sculpture, as if nitrogen replaced his blood because he realizes you're right. If he ever spend a moment in your shoes, he would lose his goddamn fucking mind because of his naturally possessive and overprotective nature.

"I'm sorry, that's not what I was trying to say," Jungkook clumsily tries to salvage himself. "I appreciate you so much for always being there for me and when I go pro I'll make it up to you. You'll be my soccer wife, and we'll have a mansion with our kids- I'll buy you whatever you want," he conveys, his feeble attempt of sewing together the cuts of the situation.

Instead of a commiserating look, you give him a look that tells him you're even more irritated.

"That's not the point! You don't get that I don't want my identity to be just Jeon Jungkook's soccer wife. I want to be my own person, have my own successful career," you frustratedly communicate. "Why do you think I'm trying so hard in this stupid fucking coding class? Because I didn't want to see you? I always want to see you, but I have to make sacrifices too. The class average is 56 and Jaebum is the only one with an A, but my life isn't as important as yours so you don't want to be sympathetic of my feelings." You finish, cooling off once you've exploded at him.

Jungkook rips away eye contact with you, looking towards another direction, feeling slightly chagrined at your legitimate display of vexation. "I guess your studying didn't seem as important to me at the time," he abashedly murmurs.

“Just because I’m not some big shot D-1 athlete doesn’t mean that my life doesn’t matter," is how you retort, leaving the situation full circle.

Now, it's 3 AM, and you're still not home. Jungkook feels himself falling into a pit of dilapidation and guilt, feeling so remorseful of how shitty he's been. You truly are his super woman, because he's positively sure that he wouldn't be able to handle it if you did what he had to do on a regular basis. He couldn't even handle it when you were studying with another man, let alone travelling and leaving him at home by himself.

The apartment simply feels so empty, and it makes him feel all the more lonely. When he walks into your shared bathroom, his eyes glossing over your cosmetics and skin care products, he becomes absolutely miserable. Debilitatingly picking up your moisturerizer, he squeezes the bottle, product falling falling into his hand. He looks into the mirror and rubs the ointment into his skin, sighing exasperatingly because he wishes you were standing by his side.

The sound of the door suddenly creaks open, and Jungkook rushes into the living room thinking that you may have returned home. His face immediately falls when Jimin marches into his apartment.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Jungkook deadpans.

Removing his shoes at the front of the house, Jimin scoffs. "Why'd you leave your door unlocked at 3 AM?"

Jimin plops down at the dining table, picking at the food Jungkook meticulously prepared for you. "This shit is cold as hell," he mumbles before grabbing the plate and shoving it into the microwave. Jungkook doesn't say anything, just grinds his teeth whilst he lays down on the couch.

"Y/N's not home?" Jimin questions with a mouth full of steak.

"No," Jungkook quietly mumbles, dejected and losing hope that you would return home that night.

"I ran into her a few hours ago," Jimin states casually, causing Jungkook to robotically spring up like a zombie and join Jimin at the dining table. "Where?" Jungkook asks like a crazy man, eyes wide, his veins protruding through the whites in his eyes. Jimin gives his friend a distasteful look before protectively covering the food Jungkook made. Jimin analyzes the situation carefully before it dawns on him that you aren't around.

"She's still not home yet?" Jimin asks, concern spreading throughout his face.

"No," Jungkook squeaks out, discouraged by everything before he bangs his head on the dining room table.

"I ran into her at the mall," Jimin says, attempting to provide some comfort to his younger friend. "We looked around a little bit, but I had to go pick my brother up and then I dropped her off at the gym."

Jungkook pauses, owlishly blanking into space whilst he takes a few moments to fully comprehend what just zoomed past his ears. The sleep deprivation and exhaustion is seriously hindering his cognitive function, but he just can't sleep until he knows that you're safe. "Huh?"

Jimin sighs, rolling his eyes before repeating what he just said. He raises his palm to smack the back of Jungkook's neck, which elicits a gruesome glare from the younger one.

"I ran into your girlfriend at the mall. We looked at the dinosaur exhibit. I dropped her off at the gym," Jimin firmly enunciates.

Apparently this computes more briskly than the first time. "The gym?" Jungkook asks, an amusing look of confusion hazed on his face.

"Yes," Jimin replies, frowning at Jungkook's sluggish responses.

"She went by herself?"

"I don't know," Jimin responds, a hinge of more empathy in his voice. "She said something about a personal trainer but I have no clue what she was doing."

An exasperating sigh leaves Jungkook's lips, too much information for his fatigued brain to compute. He didn't even know you had damn personal trainer- you don't even need a fucking personal trainer when your boyfriend is one of quite literally a D-1 athlete. It's not something he wants to even think about, the prospect of him being a shitty boyfriend plaguing his mind even more.

Jimin's eyebrows furrow in concern for his younger friend, and his hand gingerly pats his friend's rock hard back. "Do you want me to stay the night? Or stay at least until she gets back?" he suggests whilst the younger one buries his handsome face into his large palms.

"Please," Jungkook mutters.

Your unexpected entrance proves that Jimin's request was unecessary, because you casually waltz back into the apartment, making Jungkook practically whip his head towards the sound of the opening door.

"Jimin?" you jabber, a little startled at his unanticipated presence.

"Oh hey Y/N!" Jimin greets you more awkwardly than he ever has before, as if he interrupted something though he was there first. "How was the gym?" he releases a sheepish chuckle, and you internally cringe at his overt display of politeness.

"Oh, um. It was good. Are you planning on spending the night?" you ask, slipping your shoes off as you join the two at the dining table.

"Pshhh, no. Absolutely not! I gotta head home.." his eyes erroneously shift all over the room, poorly concealing how clearly he wants to leave. "Right about.." his head whips down at the non existent watch on his wrist. "Now!" He scoots the chair out and -for some reason- he tiptoes out of the house, bidding you and your boyfriend a farewell as he gently closes the comically creaking door.

You look towards your beloved, Jungkook looking dejectedly at his twiddling hands, avoiding eye contact with you. A soft exhale leaves your lips and you plant your palms on the table, getting up before you approach him. Even when he's sitting down at your wooden dining room chairs, he's only a little bit smaller than you- training and the gym have done him well. This profound emotion of tenderness rushes into your heart, and you bend down, placing a tentative and delicate kiss on his fragile cheeks.

"Wanna come with me to the bedroom?" you ask, gentleness lacing your voice at to hopefully assuage the vulnerability of the situation. It is undeniably true that you were upset- even livid at him, but after mulling it over you realized that he is your one and only. If anybody was deserving of your empathy, it was him.

You stride to the bedroom, settling down on the side of your bed with your big hunk of a boyfriend mimicing your actions like a little puppy.

"I made us bracelets," you blurt out hands digging into your pockets, before you pull out two identical bracelets dangling from your fingertips. The bracelets were childlike at best; you used black plastic beads and yarn, the same type of shit toddlers use in pre school when they learn how to do basic things like cut in zig zag lines. The bracelets are mostly made up of black beads, with a pink heart bead in the center of them.

Your fingers wrap around your boyfriend's larger hands, and you gingerly slide his bracelet on his dainty wrists. You suppose you overestimated the circumference of his wrist, because it hangs off his wrist like a necklace.

Jungkook still hasn't said anything, but finally looks up, and your eyes meet his glossy ones.

When you realize that he's crying, you hand cups his cheek, and you use your thumb to wipe the tears that cascade down his handsome face. "No no no," You're panicked at his sullen state. "Don't cry," you express desperately. "Please don't cry, I'm sorry."

Jungkook gazes at you so intimately and intensely, and he feels as if all his resolve breaks now that you are finally in front of him.

"I-I just didn't want to lose you," Anguish laces his voice, and he sounds so desperate that it makes it feel like your heart is being ripped into pieces. "Thought I was gonna lose you," he whispers, and you're compelled to just hug him- so you turn to him and wrap your arms around his neck, and his automatically snake around your waist, so naturally- like this action was done so out of muscle memory.

He holds you tightly, like he never wants to let go of you, of this. He holds you like he's found his sweet solace in your embrace. His neck finds comfort in the crook of your neck whilst he pours his emotions out into your honeydew skin.

"I can't believe you still love me."

"I can't believe you made me a fucking bracelet even after everything. You're so sweet, so perfect."

"I don't deserve you- you mean everything to me. I swear I'll make everything up to you, just give me one more chance."

You pull back at his words, a concerned haze painted on your face. You settle on your knees to meet him at equal eye contact. "Did you think I was gonna dump you?"

Jungkook tears away his eyes from yours. "I don't know. I thought you were getting sick of me- I guess," and the

You sigh, shifting your weight backwards so that your ass rests on your heels. You gnaw on your bottom lip, finding the right words to say. "Jungkook," you begin, conjuring the courage to verbalize everything you've been itching to say. "I... I have never loved anybody as much as I love you." You inhale, nostrils flaring slightly before you continue your somewhat clumsy attempt to bandage everything.

You speak very steadily so that he can fully digest what you are about to say. "And I don't love you because you're a soccer player, or because you're verified on Instagram, or because you're ESPN thinks you're going to be super successful. I love you because you're you."

Jungkook's undeniable heartbeat is pounding, so loud that he can hear it in his ears. Love. Your love is interpermeating his being, seizing control of him completely and fully. There are no words that can properly encapsulate how he feels. Just Love. Love times a million. "Y/N-"

"Just shut up and let me talk," you cut him off, preparing once again to regurgitate your feelings.

"I just love you so much, and because I love you, I would never do anything to jeopardize our relationship. You just have to trust me, even if it makes you uncomfortable. I'm an adult- I know what I'm doing."

Jungkook purses his lips perceptively, nodding ever so carefully at your simple yet overflowing explanation.

"It just hurts me that you felt like you couldn't trust me enough to be alone with him. I know I was wrong for not trusting you when you said he liked me, but even if he were to make a move on me, I would never reciprocate or encourage that behavior. I put so much trust in you, and I really want you to work towards putting that same trust in me. And.. I'm sorry for throwing a temper tantrum, I was just embarrassed I guess. "

Jungkook grabs your hand as if the moment is fleeting, his already soft expression softening impossibly more at the sincerity of your words. He holds your hand to his chest, and you can hear the rapid beating of his heart.

"I understand," he automatically expresses, which concerns you because his answer was almost too immediate. You're not sure if he's properly digesting what you are trying to communicate.

"I was just super frustrated- I missed you so much and thinking of you and that guy was killing me. I trust you, but what if he did something to you?" The disclosure of his authentic feelings relieves any doubts you had about the immediacy of his answer.

"Babe, I'm not an idiot," you reply. "I have a taser and it's not like we were in the woods in the middle of the night," you point out which elicits a soft chuckle from Jungkook.

"You're right baby, my girl's a genius," he leans in and presses a familiar and delicate kiss to your bottom lip, causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach. When he pulls away you're left with a lingering feeling of longing, and he beams at you.

"You just gotta be patient with me, but I swear I'll try to be less," Jungkook takes a moment to find the right word. "Overbearing."

You give Jungkook a pursed smile and nod your head. Before you can respond he presses another delicate kiss to your lips. Though the kiss is fleeting, it's as if your lips mold together perfectly because he knows you and your lips the best. "Thank you for being you," he presses his forehead against your, mumbling against your lips, the utmost sincerity in his voice. "I love you, so so much," he says, hot breath palpable against your lips. "Thank you so much for everything you do. Thank you for understanding, for loving me. You're just- just perfect, perfect for me. Made for me, and I love you so much." His emotions overwhelm him, and his eyes become glossy. "My love for you scares me. The thought of you leaving terrifies me so much, and if you did, I don’t think I would ever recover,” his words are delicate, fragile like he’s a butterfly that could fly away at any moment. It was up to you to keel him grounded.

You close your eyes, savoring the moment of him being so close. " 'm not going anywhere," you hum into his lips, and he sighs blissfully, snuggling more into your protective embrace.

That night, you fall asleep on his chest, his arms instinctively wrapped around you for the entirety of the night.

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[nochukoo97]

photobooth kisses

Pairing: Soccer Player!Jungkook x Sprinter!OC

Summary: You find yourself getting into a fight, but Jungkook is there to get you out of it and bandage up all your wounds for you. You also don’t want to admit it but the boy in front of you has made you feel certain feelings for him, but you’re far from even admitting to them, but somehow in one night, thanks to a photobooth, Jungkook earns himself a well-deserved title of being your boyfriend.

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“No I don’t think-” Jimin cuts off mid-sentence as he gasps, shooting up from his seat. Everyone else at the table whipped their heads in the direction of where the commotion was coming from, and Jungkook mutters under his breath before speed walking over, “Shit,”

You were currently pulling at Minchae’s hair as she did the same to yours, “Let go of me,” You grit at her through your teeth, eyes narrowing at the girl before you, but she only snarkily replies, “You let go first you bitch,” Minchae tightens her grip on you as you snarl at her. Obviously neither of you want to give in, both are too stubborn to let go, yet you don’t want to lose this battle, so you resort to kicking at her legs in an attempt to get her to stumble. But yet she manages to retaliate.

How did you end up in this situation? The answer was, you and Minchae had been training with each other for the upcoming seasonal competitions for sprints, but you were so convinced that while you were running with her, Minchae had purposefully knocked down a cone sitting at the corner of the track, to cause you to trip and fall at the last stretch of the run, and you definitely weren’t going to let it slide.

“Let go, ___” You suddenly hear Jungkook’s deep voice beside your ear as his arms attempt to pry yours off Minchae. You spot Jimin doing the same to her. Even with you trying your best to hold your grip on Minchae’s arm, leaving a few scratches here and there, the much stronger boy behind you manages to get you off the poor girl.

“Jungkook, let go, I need to-” You grit as you try to wiggle out of his hold, to no avail, Jungkook does not budge one bit at your ministrations. “No, you need to calm down,” He strains as he drags you far away from Minchae and Jimin, you struggle against his hold but he manages to drag you to sit on the side benches with little effort.

You can only sigh in defeat when he pushes you gently on your shoulders to get you to sit on the wooden bench.

“What did you think you were doing?” Jungkook sighs as he cards his fingers through his hair. This wasn’t the first time he had broken you off from a fight, and only after you had calmed down, you began to feel a little bit ashamed of your actions, but was far too stubborn to admit to it.

“It wasn’t my fault! She literally made me trip and fall! Look at my knee!” You complain as you lift your knee to let Jungkook see, blood dripping down from the open wound caused by the track’s hard ground. Jungkook looks down from his towering stance over you, eyes softening as he looks at the bleeding wound.

“Let’s go and get you cleaned up first,” He says, and you push yourself off from the bench and begin to limp for a few steps towards the nurse’s office, before Jungkook grabs your wrist, preventing you from going any further.

“Get on”, you turn around confused, only to see Jungkook kneeling down as his head signals for you to get on his back. “I can walk you know,” You say but you comply with his instructions, hopping around him to climb on his muscular back as you wrap your hands around his neck.

“You were limping on the first few steps you took, and you expected yourself to walk all the way here?” Jungkook grumbles as he adjusts his grip on your legs, before letting you down when you reach the bed in the nurse’s office.

“I would have been able to anyways, just would’ve taken a longer time, I’m strong you know?” You taunted, as Jungkook tsks at your comment, searching through the drawers for a bandage before he clicks his tongue when he finds it.

Jungkook kneels down in front of you as he dabs the cotton ball with alcohol, “You and Minchae need to sort things out, you can’t always be fighting with her all the time, what if I’m not here to stop you, huh?” You only sigh at his comment, not wanting to admit he was right.

You stare at the boy before you as his eyes are focused on cleaning the wound with the alcohol swab. You’ve always known Jungkook was good-looking, he often had girls from all over the campus chasing after him, but he was never one to pay attention to them. You observe as his brown eyes squint ever so slightly, focused on perfectly cleaning up the wound, how his hair slightly fell over his eyes, and his arms tensed, showing his muscles.

“Ow,” you wince, jumping slightly as the pain breaks your train of thought.

Jungkook glances up at you for the first time since he had started cleaning the wound, his gaze softening slightly as he watches you wince in pain.

“Almost there, bear a bit more, yeah?” He whispers as you feel his warm calloused hand brush over yours, tightening his grip on your hand for reassurance.

Soon, Jungkook has perfectly bandaged your wound, he cleans up and keeps the materials back where he had found them as you can only stare at him, and when he meets your gaze you feel this tingling sensation in your stomach.

“Come on, go and apologise to her and you’ll ask her to apologise back too,” Jungkook leads you to stand from the bed as he guides you back to the field.

Although it takes a bit of your ego and pride, you end up apologising to the girl, and she reluctantly does the same.

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Fast forward two weeks later, it’s the competition season and your school has come to watch the track team run. Luckily, this round you and Minchae are competing in separate events, so you won’t have to worry about her for the time being.

However, that’s not what's on your mind at the moment as you hear the whistle blow, your legs taking off as fast as you can as you sprint, eyes trained to focus on the finish line. You hear the cheers of your school as you push yourself to go faster, you breeze past three other contestants next to you who’s eyes widen slightly at your sudden burst of speed.

When you’re the first to cross the finish line, for the third time that day of all events you were in, the crowd goes wild and you spot your friends screaming, jumping up and down at your win.

You shake hands with the third and second placers as you climb onto the podium, eyes locking with Jungkook, smiling proudly as he mouths an “Atta girl” at you, you feel your chest swell with this indescribable feeling. Shit, you cannot fall for your friend right now. No, don’t think about it.

Luckily the presenter hands you the three gold medals as he slots them over your neck, and you stay at the podium for another good five minutes as the photo taking session takes place.

You approach your friends, Yeji and Chaeyoung running up to hug you as you stumble a bit from the impact, laughing as you hug them back.

“Geez! ___ today you were on fire! What was that! You placed first for all your events!” Yeji squealed as she hugged you tighter, “We should go grab dinner, everyone in?” Taehyung suggested as the rest of them approached you, to which everyone agreed.

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You all part your ways to go home and get ready for dinner, and Jungkook decides to fetch you back home to your apartment, or perhaps he also used it as an excuse to crash at your place for the time being.

You and Jungkook almost did everything together, after Jimin had introduced you to his other friends, you and the boy clicked immediately, from watching movies, to playing games, to doing the most random activities together, somehow doing even the most mundane things with Jungkook made it seem like the most fun thing in the world. But even if you’ve been having a teeny tiny crush on the boy, there was no way he would reciprocate your feelings, or so you thought, so you never once brought it up, afraid to ruin the friendship between the two of you.

“It’s nice to be back here,” Jungkook sighs as he plops himself on your couch, you roll your eyes at his statement, “It’s been three days since you last came here, don’t be so dramatic,” You take off your shoes as you announce to him that you were going to take a shower, and Jungkook only hums at your announcement as he lays back on your couch, browsing through your Netflix account.

After you’re done with your shower, you change into a hoodie and shorts first, or maybe Jungkook’s hoodie, but that didn’t matter, the boy stayed over so often he had his clothes, toothbrush, towels and other random belongings in your apartment.

You settle yourself down in front of your vanity, ready to do some skincare since you still had two hours before you have to leave the house, when you hear a knock on your bedroom door.

It was obviously Jungkook, you could tell not only because he was the only other person in your apartment, but he always knocked with this rhythm.

“Come in,” you said as you watched through your mirror, Jungkook coming inside and closing the door behind him.

“What-cha doing?” he questioned as he plops himself on your bed, looking at you through the vanity mirror.

“Skincare, gonna do a face mask,” you mumble as you dig through your drawer, finding the packet before pausing, “Can you let me do skin care on you too?”

You smile playfully at the boy who is now frowning at you, “Please, I promise it’ll be nice!” you wave the packet in front of his face before he sighs in defeat, “Okay fine,”

Soon you're giggling as both you and Jungkook have matching sheet masks donning your faces, you whip out your phone to take a selfie before posting it on your Instagram, tagging him in the story.

—————————————————————————————————————

Jungkook drives the both of you to the dinner place after getting ready, and you are soon reunited with your friends as everyone settles down, finding a seat around the table.

Jungkook sits on the right side of you as you squeal with Yeji over her new boyfriend, telling you all the details of the past dates she went on with him. The food arrives but you and Yeji are far too caught up in her love stories that the both of you totally ignore the fact that the food has arrived.

Obviously Jungkook then fills your plate up with food before pushing it in front of you, you give him a sweet smile at his thoughtful actions but you only hold your fork, not picking up any food because you get distracted by more of Yeji’s love tales.

After a few minutes, everyone’s eating and is talking amongst themselves, everyone participating and switching to different conversations here and then.

Suddenly the fork in your grip is being taken away as you whip your head towards Jungkook, frowning, “Why did you take-”

“Open,” He brings the fork, now loaded with food, to your mouth, you frown further but comply, now chewing as you grumble, “I can feed myself thank you very much,”

“___ the food has been sitting on your plate for like ten minutes, and don’t talk with your mouth full,” Jungkook reaches for your chin and shuts your mouth.

Yeji, who has now taken full observation of the situation unfolding before her very eyes, raises an eyebrow at you before you wave her off and ask her to continue your conversations.

—————————————————————————————————————

It’s now 10pm and you and Jungkook are walking to the car park where he had parked his car.

You gasp when you see a lighted photo booth at the side of pavement, tugging on Jungkook’s sleeve to get his attention.

“Oh my gosh, Gguk you have to do this with me!” You squeal as you bring him towards the booth, “It’s gonna be so cuteee”

Jungkook smiles at your excited figure as he lets himself get dragged into the cramped photobooth, half sitting on the bench inside to let you have most of the seat.

The timer starts and there's three poses you both need to do to get the shot.

The first pose you both decide on a simple peace sign, you cheekily put your bunny ears behind Jungkook’s head right before the shot.

The second pose you squish your heads together, it’s a cute pose, maybe a little couple-y but you couldn’t care less.

The third pose, you’re out of ideas, but the timer is ticking, damn it, three seconds left, you turn to Jungkook to see if he has any idea, he very well does.

Just as the timer goes off, Jungkook’s lips are pressed against yours.

He just kissed you.

Jeon Jungkook just kissed you in a photobooth and you caught it on camera.

What

The

Heck.

Your eyes widen in shock as he pulls back, face now full on smirking at your flustered state.

Before you can say anything Jungkook pulls the curtain of the booth and heads out to retrieve the now printed photos, tearing along the perforated to give you one copy.

Your cheeks turn into a darker shade of red when your eyes trail to the last photo on the photostrip.

You slap Jungkook’s arm, still extremely flustered as he laughs at your state, mumbles a “cute” under his breath but you don’t catch it.

“You-you can’t just-” you stutter as you find yourself shying away from his smirking gaze, Jungkook takes a step closer to you as you step backwards, now finding yourself trapped between the wall of the photobooth and the boy’s muscular figure.

He leans down right in front of you, face inches away from yours as he whispers, “I can’t what? Did you not like it?” He taunts as he stares at your expression, smiling when your mouth opens but nothing comes out.

Then something comes over you, something possesses you to do what you do next.

You wrap your hands around Jungkook’s neck and kiss him back.

—————————————————————————————————————

All you can say is that what came out of that night was now you had kissed Jungkook, he had stayed over at your house, and he had earned the title of “boyfriend”. All in one night. Lucky man, you thought.

The next day at college, all of your friends gathered around Jungkook’s phone, spotting his phone case now displaying the photo strip the both of you had taken last night, everyone gasping and squealing while you smile as Yeji and Chaeyoung bombard you with endless questions.

#jungkook fluff #jungkook #jungkook au #jungkook ff #jungkook smut #jungkook x oc #jungkook x reader #bts #bts ff #bts fic #bts jungkook #jungkook comfort #boyfriend jungkook #jungkook imagine #jungkook scenario #jungkook angst

[dearly-somber]

20/20 Vision | j.jk

-> pairing. wolf shifter!jungkook x human!reader (f)

-> genre. slow burn, fluff, f2l (friends-to-lovers), pining, mutual pining, unrequited love, drama, high school!au, university!au, eventual romance, eventual smut

-> rating. 13+

-> w/c. 897

-> warnings. Literally nothing this is pure fluff 🥹🤍

-> a/n. Glasses!Kook origin story!! Y/N lore drop!! (P.S. This takes place before Because It’s Soft!)

-> collection. mini-series

-> started. Dec. 9th, 2023 @ 10:03

-> fin. Sun., Jan. 28th, 2024 @ 12:31

-> edited. Thurs., Feb. 1st, 2024 @ 17:44

-> divider credit. @mmadeinheavenn

You knew something was up when Jungkook—a boy who’d once spotted a squirrel in the road while driving at nearly 100kph—started squinting at the projector not even five meters in front of him.

Even though the two of you sat around the middle of your class, you’d frequently turn to find him angrily squinting at the board, struggling to read your smaller than average handwriting even though he’d never found it difficult before.

Now, sitting in your living room with homework strewn all along the floors and Jungkook nose deep his English textbook, you finally come to the conclusion that his vision might not be so 20/20 anymore.

“Jungkook,” you say concerned as he lets out a frustrated sigh, sitting upright with a frown etched deeply into his face.

“I can’t see,” he complains, groaning and rubbing at his temples. “And my head feels like it’s about to explode.”

You reach out to run your hand through his hair, biting on your lip when he unhesitatingly leans into the touch. “You can’t see?”

“No,” he pouts. “Everything’s blurry.”

“Jungkook.” You rub at his earlobe once before pulling away, searching his face with a pitying smile. “The font isn’t that small—I can read it just fine from where I’m sitting.”

He manages to look offended. “Okay. And?”

You sigh, placing your hand over his, like you’re about to deliver some bad news. For someone so smart, he can be so dumb. “I think you should see an optometrist.”

His doe eyes widen. “No,” he whispers, genuinely afraid-sounding.

You smile apologetically and pat his hand.

He pulls away from you to press the palms of his hands into his eyes, fake-crying into them like the drama-queen he is. “Fuck,” he whines.

You push up from the kitchen table and walk around to massage his shoulders, as if he’s a football player getting hyped up before his next big game. “It’s okay,” you soothe.

“I need glasses?” He sounds so sad, you can’t help but laugh a little.

“It’s not the end of the world!” you laugh. “Besides, I think it’ll suit you.“

“But what about soccer? I can’t play with glasses, they’ll get broken, or, or—“

“Contacts are a thing, remember?”

🌕🌖🌗🌘🌑🌒🌓🌔🌕

Now, a couple of days later, you knock on the packhouse doors with an eager smile, greeting Jimin with a long hug. “Is Jungkook home yet?”

“Yeah, he’s upstairs.”

“Thanks!”

The way to Jungkook’s room is a familiar one. As soon as you enter the pack house you turn right and head a single flight of stairs to the second floor where all the rooms and main bathrooms are. What is new, is all the various pictures hanging on the wall.

You take a moment to admire the new frames you assume either Seokjin or Rosé hung up between today and the last time you were here (around three days ago, now), smiling fondly at the closeness and joy in each picture.

It’s a large 24x48 canvas framed in a beautiful burgundy wood with golden highlights (which seem to have been painted on by hand), and it makes your heart stop.

It’s of a photo you took with the pack a few days after your birthday.

Your heart aches sweetly at the sight of Yoongi with his arms wrapped brotherly around your shoulders, free arm hoisting his whiskey into the air, a large grin on his face. Next to him is Jungkook, both hands in the air, yelling at the top of his lungs with one of those bottled glasses of coke. And around you, the rest of the pack.

Rosé and Jennie crouched beneath you, forming hearts with their arms on either side of your legs; Jisoo, Hoseok, Jin and Taehyung laughing at their brothers off to the side; Lisa yelling at the top of her lungs while being carried bridal style by Namjoon; Jimin on the floor at Rosé and Jennie’s feet, slightly blurred around the edges from setting up the camera.

It was the best night of your life.

“Y/N?”

“Hm?” You look at Jungkook with a smile on your face, which quickly turns into an appreciative grin. “Why, look at you!”

Jungkook laughs shyly, reaching up to self-consciously push his glasses further up his nose. It’s a simple frame: black metal, kind of large but not overly so, a little boxy.

“It looks good!” you say as you finally make your way up the stairs, giving him a quick side hug before making your way to his room.

“You think so?” He holds the door open for you and then lets it slide halfway closed, joining you on the edge of his bed where you’ve already taken up one of his controllers.

“Definitely. Really frames your face.”

He groans. “Not you, too. Jin hyung’s been making glasses jokes all day.”

You laugh, nudging him in his side while starting up It Takes Two (a game you’d asked him to get so you could play together). “I would too, Four Eyes.”

He growls, not even giving you time to think before his hands are at your sides.

🌕🌖🌗🌘🌑🌒🌓🌔🌕

Downstairs, Jimin shakes his head at your loud pleas for mercy and defeating scream-laughter with a fond smile, handing Jin another plate to dry off. “I wish those two would get together already.”

“Patience,” Seokjin chides with an equally fond grin. “They’ll figure it out eventually.”

#bts x reader #jungkook x reader #shifter au #wolf shifter #shifters #werewolf au #werewolf bts #werewolf jungkook #a/b/o au #a/b/o dynamics #a/b/o fanfic #bts a/b/o #shifter jungkook #hybrid au #hybrid jungkook #bts fluff #jungkook fluff #bts f2l #friends to lovers #ao3 #archive of our own #bts smut #jungkook smut #bts angst #jungkook angst

[mapofthemazeinthemirror]

📖 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱

𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐚𝐧 🖋️

Home Invasion Series - Yoongi / Jungkook / Namjoon / Hobi / Jin / Jimin / Taehyung (semi hiatus)

Ex boyfriend series - Namjoon

Yoongi's birthday fluff

playing Animal Crossing with you (OT7)

𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐱 𝐓𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 🖋️

boyfriend Huening Kai + plushies

Yeonjun suggestive fluff

yandere!Beomgyu

tucking you in before they leave for a night schedule

hybrid!txt protecting their human partner

husband!txt trying to be a handy man

taking you to Build-a-Bear

when you’re sick

vacation with Soobin

hybrid!txt when you smell like someone else

witch reader x witch hunter taehyun

mafia-dad Yeonjun

dad!Soobin + baby hands

royal stablehand Taehyun

dad!txt + Christmas

prince!huening kai

apple picking with Soobin

Yeonjun determined to be a girl dad

new dad Yeonjun

Yeonjun - on camera, off camera

toxic ex-husband txt

"don't marry him"

Soobin late to his baby's birth

Boy dad Beomgyu / more

werewolf Beomgyu x kitsune reader thought

Beomgyu + your parents

ex-boyfriend Yeonjun voicemail

girl dad Soobin

med student Beomgyu x coma patient reader

when he thought he'd moved on

famous soccer player Taehyun

university Taebin love triangle

Taehyun who sees visions of the future

betrothed Prince Kai

Beomgyu aquarium meet-cute

hybrid ot5 thoughts

Txt x vampire reader

Moulin Rouge Beomgyu (suggestive)

royal reader x nobleman Yeonjun

girl dad Yeonjun

Three Cursed Princes (Yeonjun, Beomgyu, Kai)

Cursed Prince Soobin

Sci-fi/fantasy one-shot series: Bound (Yeonjun) / Salvaged (Kai) / Smuggled (Beomgyu) / Changed (Taehyun) / Shouldered (Soobin) in progress

Taehyun as Pokemon

Txt as Animal Crossing villagers

𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦

[lfklhp]

Jungkook 🐰 Fic Rec (2)

Note.

💜 = personal favorites | ✓ = completed | ✐ = ongoing | ✗ = discontinued, on hiatus | strike through = deactivated, deleted

f = fluff | s = smut | a = angst

Oneshots/Drabbles

Supernatural / Fantasy / Magic/ Superhero AU

Bad Omega, Sweet Omega (10k) s, a, f | werewolf au, omega jungkook

Part of the Bad And Sweet Trilogy

Caught Inbetween (2k) s | hybrid au (*on ao3)

Bunny Adventures (13.6k) s | hybrid au

Courage (2k) f | hybrid au, pining (*on ao3)

Depend on Me (13.1k) s | hybrid au, childhood friends to lovers

Not a Creature was Stirring (10k) horror, s | hybrid au, fantasy au

Explorer (17.8k) f, s | alien au, strangers to friends to lovers + Drabble

Chronicles of My Witchy GF 💜 (31.8k) f, s, crack | witch au, established relationship

Suck It Up! (9.7k) f, s | vampire au, college au, friends-to-lovers

Lucifer (13.5K) s | demon au

Graceful Gods (26k) a, s, f, slight crack | greek god au, strangers to lovers, college au

Worshipers of the Sea (16.3k) f, a | god au

Part of The Worshiper Series

Roommate / Neighbor AU

Pencil Strokes & Paint Splatters (20.2k) f, s | best friends to lovers, roommate au

Part of the And They Were Roommates series

Piss Off Your Parents (16.4k) a, s | fake dating au, roommate au, bad boy au

Helping Hand (23.4k) s, f, a | roommate au, best friends to lovers

Red Carnations f | roommate au

In the Pool with the Neighbour 💜 s | neighbor au

Friends / FWB / Sibling’s Friend (vice versa) / Step-Sibling AU

Show Me Something 💜 (51.7k) heavy a, s | road trip, friends to enemies to lovers, first love

The Present (22.3k) a, s | friends to lovers

I Know I Kissed You Before, but I Didn’t Do It Right (28k) f, light a | fake dating au, best friends to lovers

The Favor ® (5.5k) s, f | idol au, actress reader, best friends to lovers

Holidating (12.8k) f, s, baby a, crack | best friends to lovers

Strictly Platonic (19.4k) f, a, s | best friends to lovers, college au, fake dating au

At the End of the Day (13.3k) f, s, little a | high school friends to lovers, ex-baseball player jungkook, beach/vacation au

Southpaw (30k) a, s | childhood friends to lovers, boxer jungkook, college/frat au

Gotcha f, a, s | childhood friends to lovers

Sister Story: The Days Without You a, f | (yoongi x reader)

Calla Lilies (6.2k) a | hanahaki au, friends to lovers

Part of the Flora & Fauna Series

My Dear Friend s, light a | friends to lovers, fuckboy, college au

Opposable (7.5k) crack, f, s, a | zookeeper, best friends to lovers

Part of the Zookeeper Bangtan Series

A Thousand Reasons Why 💜 (43.1k) f, a, s, crack | friends to lovers

A Night at the Mall (8.6k) s, f | friends to lovers

Can’t Be Without You (30.2k) a, f, s | best friends au, underground fighter au

Willow (23.7k) a, f, s | college au, best friends to lovers

Not Like You (28k) f, a | dilf au, boxer au, childhood enemies/friends

Golden 💜 (4k) s | brother's best friend (*on ao3)

Backseat Bickers (1.7k) f, crack | brother's best friend, enemies

College / High School AU

La Douleur Exquise (9.4k) a f | college au, unrequited love

The Spins (10.3k) s | college au, frat au

Falling (31.4k) a, f, s | soulmate/destiny au, college au, photographer jungkook

10 Things I Hate About You a, f | college au, enemies to lovers

You’ve Got Mail (12.9k) a, f | college au, exes to lovers

Calling You Mine (8.5k+) f | college au, strangers to friends to lovers

Heart Taping (3.3k) f, smidge of a | high school au, soccer player, enemies to lovers

Addiction (9k) s | high school au, yandere au

Artist / Idol / Band AU

A Date with Destiny (11k) f, s, comedy | idol au, strangers to lovers

Inked (5.3k) s | tattoo artist

Co-workers / Work / CEO AU

To All The Men I’ve Fucked Before (30.7k) s, f, a | fake dating au, co-workers to lovers

Bonus (4.7k) crack, f, s | co-workers to lovers, office au + Drabble

Other AUs

Anything for You (1k) f | established relationship

Exile (20.5k) f, a, s | established relationship (*on ao3)

Lover (2.1k) f, crack | established relationship

Mercy (1.3k) slight crack, f, s | established relationship

Good Girl (1.9k) f, s | established relationship

Ancient History (12.8k) a s f | exes to lovers, actor au

After I Left You (38.9k) a, f | exes au, fake dating au, enemies to lovers, unrequited feelings

We Belong Together (5.8k) a, s | soft yandere, toxic relationship

Take a Sip (9.4k) s, f | countryclub au (waiter jungkook x rich reader)

Spring Blooms 💜 (20k) f | florist au

Officially Yours (4k) f, s | arranged marriage, friends to lovers

Mugs & Kisses (6k) f | barista au, strangers to lovers

In the Night (2.3k) s, thriller | yandere au, stalking

Covert Affairs (4.3k) s, a | spy au, enemies to lovers

Go to Town (1.4k) s | pwp

Of Honey and Cinnamon (14k) f | slice of life, enemies to lovers

We Are All Dreamers (16.5k) s, a | soulmate au, enemies to lovers

Epilogue: A Touch of Fate (9.2k) s, a

(Road)tripping for You (31k) f, a bit a | roadtrip au, strangers to lovers, only-one-bed au, summer au

Jeon Jungkook Must Die (14.1k) s

Completed Series

Supernatural / Fantasy / Magic/ Superhero AU

Law of the Nature a f | hybrid au, shifter au, enemies to lovers (2 ch ✓)

With Glass Between Us 💜 a, f | merman au (3 ch + Drabble ✓)

Roommate / Neighbor AU

Caught f | roommate au, slice of life (11 ch ✓)

With a Sense of Innocence f, s | college au, neighbor au, friends to lovers, mutual pining (4 ch ✓)

Friends / FWB / Sibling’s Friend (vice versa) / Step-Sibling AU

Day by Day a, eventual f & s | dilf, best friends to lovers, unrequited love (12 ch ✓)

The Wishlist s, f, a | best friends to lovers, one sided love (6 ch ✓)

Our Little Private Love Affair f, a, crack/humor | (secret) established relationship, friends to lovers (series of drabbles)

Puzzle s, comedy, a | best friends to lovers, fwb au, college au (8 ch ✓)

Bad Boy Good Thing a, s | fwb au, college au, friends to lovers (18 ch ✓)

College / High School AU

Hands on Me f, mild a, s | college au, established relationship (2 ch ✓)

Take My Hands Now drama, a | college au, fuckboy (12 ch ✓)

Popular-ish f, s, a | college au, friends to lovers (14 ch ✓)

Salvage a, f | college au (ft. taehyung) (6 ch ✓)

Sugar and Coffee f, a | pâtisserie school au, enemies to friends to lovers (23 ch ✓)

Part of The Slice of Life Series

Co-workers / Work / CEO AU

Cardiovascular Palpitations f, a, s | fwb, doctor au, co-workers to lovers (2 ch ✓)

Spin-off: Cut Me Open a, s | married couple, doctor au, co-workers to lovers (2 ch ✓) (yoongi x reader)

From Home 💜 f, a, s | fake dating, co-workers to lovers, enemies to lovers, ceo au (12 ch ✓)

In Love with Love (with You) 💜 f | office au, frenemies/childhood friends to lovers (10 ch ✓)

Other AUs

Live Through This a, s | exes to frenemies to lovers, band au, punk au (2 ch ✓)

Red 💜 f, s, a | pregnancy au, exes to lovers (3 ch ✓)

Over The Odds s, a, f | ceo au, sugar daddy (14 ch ✓ + Drabbles)

On My Mind f, s | established relationship (2 ch ✓)

4-7-8 💜 semi-heavy a | established relationship (5 ch ✓)

Gone 💜 eventual s | best friends to enemies to lovers, high school au (10 ch ✓)

Incompleted Series

Always You f, a, possible s | second chances au (1 ch ✐ - Jan 27, 2022)

An Ode to a Broken Heart heavy a, future s | unrequited love, best friends (20 ch ✐ - Mar 13, 2024)

All I Want f, s | best friends to lovers, fuckboy au (5 ch ✐ - Oct 21, 2022)

Netflix & Chill s, f, a | (11 ch ✐ - Aug 23, 2021)

Dilf JK s f | (6 ch ✐ - Jan 8, 2023)

Colour Me In f, a, s | fake dating au (18 ch ✐ - Jan 7, 2024)

Against the Odds s, a, f | established relationship, love triangle au (8 ch + Drabbles ✐ - Nov 11, 2022)

Sequel to Over The Odds s, a, f | ceo au, sugar daddy (14 ch ✓ + Drabbles)

Most Undesirable a, eventual s | bridgerton au, regency era (1 ch ✐ - Jul 25, 2022)

Darknets a | yandere au (3 ch ✐ - June 27, 2022)

Vixen s | hybrid au (9 ch ✗ - Jul 4, 2022)

Like the Wind | hybrid au, strangers to lovers (3 ch ✗ - Jul 17, 2022)

*I'll try to update the list regularly, considering these recs also as my reading library ;) update: some of my fav authors are deactivated on tumblr but i'll try to update link to their ao3/wattpad etc. instead or simply just keep the list just in case they decide to reactivate again :D

#bts fanfiction #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x you #jungkook x oc #bts x reader #bts x y/n #bts x you #bts x oc #bts angst #bts fluff #bts smut #jungkook angst #jungkook fluff #jungkook smut #bts fic rec

[jiminieloved]

Ultimate Jikook Timeline Pt 119

Butter Era, Pt 1

May 4, 2021:

a) Run Ep. 140

20:02 Jimin asks to change seats with Yoongi and sits next to JK

22:33 JK stutters to say the name of the celebrity he is supposed to guess, but Jimin defends him saying he got it right

16:46 the members tease Jimin and JK by saying JK is keeping his distance from Jimin because he didn’t guess the name of the celebrity on the game (which was a very famous Korean soccer player) and Jimin says “I’m in trouble”

30:27 talking to each other in the background while Jimin holds JK’s shirt, then JK agrees to change seats with him

32:50 Jimin pats JK’s shoulder after he guesses the celebrity in the game

33:20 Jimin and JK shake hands after they both had right answers

Behind

7:20 Jimin tries to calm JK down by saying “relax, it’s okay if you get it wrong” while caressing his chest

8:02 when he sees JK is still nervous, Jimin touches his shoulder

b) Run BTS x The Game Caterers Special Episode

Part 2

11:40 Jimin bumps into JK so he asks him if he is ok, then he back hugs him

15:20 Jimin tries to make JK tell him what his mission is

Part 3

1:50 stealing Hobi’s ingredients to complete his mission together

10:45 Jimin grabs JK shirts and then runs after him

16:00 Jimin hides a coin on JK’s pocket for his mission

2. May 10, 2021:

a) Xylitol x BTS

just standing close throughout the video

b) Xylitol x BTS

a couple of cute moments

c) Xylitol x BTS Behind

a few cute moments from the ad shooting

d) LDF x BTS ad

1:15 JK slaps Jimin’s butt

4:15 JK steals Jimin’s passport and Jimin runs after him

3. May 11, 2021:

a) Run Ep. 141

39:49 JK asks Jimin to pick his souvenir

Behind

playing together in the beginning of the video

0:45 JK worries about Jimin hurting his foot and carries his shoes for him

b) Run BTS x The Game Caterers Special Episode

Part 1

1:58 Jimin picks JK for his team

4:09 Jimin, JK and Jin talk about their game strategies

7:15 Jimin says a forbidden word on the game making their team score go back to zero, JK repeats the word on purpose and Jimin hugs him

9:05 they share a group hug with Jin after scoring a point

9:36 Jikook high five

Part 2

1:30 Jimin says JK should do his mission first

13:07 Jimin says JK should play next again and when JK is about to start Jimin says it’s going to be an easy mission for him

15:59 JK says he is ok after his mission but Jimin says that even though he says that, his iris is wobbling, then when the director says he is impressed JK succeeded, Jimin says he is athletic

Part 3

15:45 Jimin has his hands tied while saying sorry to Son for not recognizing him and JK stares at his tied hands for a bit

4. May 13, 2021:

a) BTS on the Rolling Stone Magazine cover

b) Rolling Stone Magazine Making

3:11 sitting close

5. May 16, 2021:

a) BTS Lotte Family Concert 2021

3:27 Jimin takes a picture of JK

b) Lotte Concert Behind the Scenes

0:41 Jimin pokes JK’s chest

3:12 Jimin sings “I hope Jungkook will be obedient”

3:34 Jimin takes a picture of JK

6. May 18, 2021:

a) Butter Jacket Shoot Sketch

0:53 standing close for the photoshoot

1:19 teasing Namjoon together

2:12 Jikook photoshoot

9:51 JK holds Jimin’s arm and squeezes it a bit

b) Butter Jacket Making Film

0:44 they are shooting their mug shot concept  pictures, Jimin sees the number on JK’s plaque, asks him if that’s when he went to Seoul and JK confirms it

2:05 JK stares at Jimin for a bit, then they stand close for the photoshoot and when Jimin puts his hand in front of JK’s mouth, he licks it

3:08 Jikook doing their unit photoshoot together

5:23 sitting close and then when Jimin is checking the shooting, JK goes next to him, puts his hand on his waist under his shirt and seems to caress it a bit

5:50 Jimin pats JK’s chest, leans on him and then fixes his sleeve

8:11 standing close for the photoshoot

8:42 JK grabs Jimin’s shirt from behind and then at 8:50 when Jimin and Hobi are dancing he goes behind Jimin

c) Butter Epilogue Film

0:42 Yoongi zooms the camera on Jimin and JK appears next to him

6:39 Jimin runs to water with his arms around JK and Jin

d) Butter Practice Making Film

3:54 JK carries Jimin on his shoulders and spins with him

4:09 Jimin films JK doing goofy stuff

8:42 while reviewing the choreo Jimin teases JK by saying he was being stubborn

9:15 playing together, Jimin runs after JK

e) Butter MV (hotter remix)

1:02 JK is sitting on a chair and Jimin stands up behind him dancing with his hands on his shoulders

f) Butter MV (cooler remix)

1:50 Jimin playfully pushes JK while he is doing his dance moves

2:45 Jimin puts his arms around JK and Tae

g) Butter MV Making Film

0:32 watching the MV shooting together

2:53 JK stares at Jimin for a bit

3:23 JK, Tae and Hobi hold Jimin

4:54 JK watches Jimin doing goofy dance moves

12:00 JK watches Jimin and Jin playing and says “it’s only my legs here, Jimin” (I couldn’t understand why he said that)

h) Butter MV Making (Episode)

6:04 Jimin says he saw JK and Hobi watching him shooting his part of the MV

i) Bangtan Bomb

Jin tries to explain the part of the MV they are filming then Jimin and JK start teasing him

7. May 21, 2021:

a) Butter Release Day

b) Butter Press Conference

c) BTS Twitter post

d) Butter Special Countdown

9:45 JK says he is going to borrow Jimin’s dance moves and Jimin teases him asking why he keeps borrowing theirs

e) Butter Comeback Live

1:34 Jimin introduces himself and JK looks fondly at him

5:57 Jimin tries to say something to JK, but JK doesn’t hear him so he pouts

39:26 Hobi asks Jimin to turn off the live, Jimin makes a confused face because he thinks Hobi is telling him to “piss off” and JK looks fondly at him

f) Zach Sang Show Interview

2:46 Jimin says he had help from JK while recording the song and JK puts his hand on Jimin’s shoulder

4:45 Jimin and JK sing a little bit of the song “Peaches”

g) 2021 Muster Sowoozoo Announcement

0:53 JK talks in a funny tone and makes Jimin laugh

8. May 23, 2021:

Billboard Music Awards Making Film

1:12 Jimin makes some funny dance moves, so JK looks at him and laughs

3:05 JK stares at Jimin for a bit

7:31 Jimin laughs while holding JK’s arm

9. May 25, 2021:

The Late Show with Stephen Colbert Making Film

5:30 JK stands beside Jimin while he talks about his hairstyle, JK says Jimin’s hair reminds him of the traditional holidays, Jimin asks Jin if his hair looks good and JK teases him

10. May 27, 2021:

a) Ask Anything Chat Interview

5:00 they are supposed to name a song that matches the member next to them, Jimin chooses “Young Forever” for JK

b) Pop Crush Interview

2:58 Jimin talks about wanting to do concerts again and JK puts his hand on his shoulder

c) Hyunie Combo TV

6:00 Jimin walks behind JK while holding his sweater and both sing the lyrics “if it’s not you, it’s not anyone…”

9:00 when they are about to leave, Jimin jumps on JK’s arms and they leave the room together

11. May 28, 2021:

a) Good Morning America Making Film

1:20 Hobi says he is going to throw the ball during the shooting and Jimin tells him to aim for JK’s head

2:03 Jimin says JK looks youthful

b) SiriusXM Making Film

1:08 JK plays with a water bottle, then Jimin copies him and taps his leg to show him that he succeeded

1:54 JK holds Jimin’s hand and squeezes it

4:13 sitting close, Jimin has his hand on JK’s leg

9:49 JK looks fondly at Jimin

c) Hyunie Combo TV

12:49 Jimin asks JK “how did you feel today?”

Information compiled by @lagalaxiedemochi

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[justsomekpopstuff]

kpop but make it hockey - part 2

current masterlist | fic recs

monsta x | ateez | stray kids | bts

hockey player!Yoongi, who cross-checks at least one player any game he plays because they are standing too close to him.

hockey player!Yunho who makes it his mission to check either Hongjoong or Wooyoung into the bench at least once per practice

hockey player!Seonghwa who is banned from playing keepy-uppy soccer before games because he's too competitive

hockey player!Taehyung who holds the record for Too Many Men penalties because he forgot to count to five (it happens to all of us)

hockey player!Minhyuk who gets kicked out of faceoffs regularly because he chirps the referee

hockey player!Lee Know who meowed at his teammates ONCE during a practice while he was hot mic-d and the team made shirts of him in his gear with cat ears that said "Meow"...he never lived it down

hockey player!Jooheon who is banned from reading the starting lineup in the locker room because he made a rap out of it one time and it took too long

hockey team!Ateez whose "player of the game" award is a very ornate and fancy pirate hat with feathers and everything

hockey player!Felix who has absolutely tried to take home the team dog once the season is over...more than once

hockey player!Namjoon who has absolutely physically held hockey player!Jungkook back by the back of his jersey to prevent him from leaving the bench to join a fight...on multiple occasions

hockey player!Kihyun who makes it his mission to make pre-prepared meals and activities to keep players who are injured and stuck at home fed and entertained

hockey player!Hongjoong who's most use phrases are either a long string of swears, "please god don't", "absolutely not", "seriously?", and "what the fuck were you thinking?"

hockey team!Stray Kids who all went and visited hockey player!Bang Chan when he was selected to play in the All Star Game, all holding signs that had some variation of Bang Chan's face and messages of love and hearts, and you can see them every time the camera pans over the ice

#monsta x #stray kids #ateez #bts #my musings #yoongi #suga #yunho #seonghwa #taehyung #minhyuk #lee know #jooheon #felix #namjoon #rm #jungkook #kihyun #hongjoong #bang chan #kpop au #kpop imagines #kpop reactions

[gyupremacy]

Going For The Goal | pjm.

↳ Pairing: soccer player!park jimin x wife!reader

↳ Genre: smut, fluff

↳ Au(s): non-idol au, athlete au, established relationship

↳ Word Count: 1.7k

↳ Rating: 18+

↳ Warning: Unprotected sex (please use protection, no matter your relationship status), swearing, semi-clothed sex, blowjob, handjob, doggystyle, anal sex, light slapping, dom!jimin, sub!reader, mention of daddy kink, fondling, age gap (reader is 28, jimin is 34), mention of a minor injury (this is a lot of stuff)

↳ Summary: After Jimin's great performance during today's game, the two of you go home to celebrate the big win.

↳ a/n: Hi Loveries! I'm in the best mood right now because... I just graduated yesterday 🥳! It was a long road, but I did it. I'm still on a high, so I had no choice, but to complete this fic (with my limited knowledge of soccer 💀) I've been working on for two weeks. Enjoy!

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You could see the sweat dripping from Jimin's forehead as he caught his breath. He was the forward/striker and star athlete for FC Seoul. He rubbed his temple thinking of his next move.

The opposing team had a 2 point lead and you could tell it was getting to him. His teammate and one of the defenders, Jeon Jungkook, had attempted an assist to him, but missed his footing before sliding across the field.

Jungkook sprained his knee and was out of the game. Besides Jimin, he was one of the top players on the team. Your arms were folded across the replica #13 jersey, which matched that of your husband's.

"Come on, Jimin." you whispered, biting your lip slightly.

A little boy, who was a fan of his, looked over at his father in anguish.

"Is Park going to pull through, appa?" tugging at his father's hand.

The man looked with uncertainty until we all looked back onto the field.

Kim Namjoon, who was transferred in place of Jungkook, made the assist to Jimin before he made the goal, earning the team a point.

The audience cheered as he made his way back, sending a nod your way. Mouthing a "You got this!" and blowing a kiss in his direction, Jimin quickly ran back in formation.

The next goal, if Seoul makes it, will make the teams tied. The ball was now with the midfielder, Min Yoongi, as he dribbled it across the field. Dodging defenders left and right, he had a clear shot to Namjoon.

He kicks the ball into the tall defender's direction, where he makes another assist to Jimin. Your husband makes the goal, watching the goalkeeper of the opposite team miss the block.

You stood up and cheered with the other Seoul fans. Now it was time to figure out who had the edge to win the game. Jimin made a cross symbol across his chest then pointed towards the sky, in hopes for the outcome of today's event.

You'd be lying if you didn't mention his reputation within the league. He's played soccer his entire life, to the point where your mother-in-law claims that he practically came out of the womb with a soccer ball.

With all his years of practice and playing time, Jimin joined the club at the ripe young age of 19 and became known for his overconfidence, along with his bachelor lifestyle.

This all changed once he met you, a regular college student, soon hitting it off and becoming a couple. Dating for almost three years, he proposed to you on Valentine's Day, now having 5 years of marriage under your belt.

Your relationship had its ups and downs, particularly with the tabloids. When your then 25-year-old husband was seen courting your 19-year-old self, the press made assumptions about you instantly.

Were you his sugar baby? Were you some gold digger? No, you were two adults who met by chance and intended on having a conventional relationship.

Jimin was squatting, with his hands on his knees, waiting for the ball to come his way. Yoongi passes it once more to Namjoon, who makes yet another assist to your husband. You clenched your hands over your mouth as it felt like the world had stopped for just this moment.

He flipped his blonde locks, full pink lips parting open before squinting his eyes to get a better look at the goalie. If you were not informed about his current occupation, you could have sworn he was capable of being a model.

The goalkeeper's name was Choi Soobin from what you heard. His hair was long and he had plump lips that almost rivaled that of Jimin's, but this pretty boy was not at all going to intimidate him either way.

Jimin swings his foot backward and kicks the ball into the net before Soobin even has time to react. He just stands there in stunned silence, that is soon drowned out by the cheers from Seoul.

The team lifts your husband in the air as the audience cheers along with them. You rush down the field once the team disperse and jump right into his arms, pulling him into a passionate kiss.

"Baby, you did it!" you beamed at Jimin.

"It was a team effort, but having you watch added some extra motivation." he explains, having a firm grip on your hips.

His hands moved further south until they were right on top of your butt, which were restricted in the tight jeans you currently wore.

"Y/N, how about we get back home and celebrate this win before we give Choi a show." Jimin squeezes your cheeks and leans in further to lightly whisper once more.

"Let me remind you why you're lucky to be married to the #1 player in the league, possibly even the whole country." he gives you an enticing look, the two of you walking hand in hand to the Cadillac XT6 he bought for you as an anniversary gift.

The both of you could barely keep your hands off each other on the way home. Jimin was eye fucking you as you climbed put the car and maintained a firm grip on your thigh throughout the whole 20 minute drive.

You were glad that you decided to give the staff the day off to spend with your man. Your sex life was not "boring" by any means, even after almost a decade together.

Jimin hastily unlocked the front door throwing his bag towards the living room area, almost startling your dog Ariel.

"Sorry, Ari. Mommy and Daddy have things planned." you whisper in a baby-like voice before being pinned to the door of your bedroom.

"You're right, Y/N. Daddy has plans for you." Jimin attacks your lips in an instant.

His hands danced across your chest so delicate, yet so rough, you started fantasizing about different ways he'd continue at this pace.

"Honey, you know I was never into the whole daddy kink thing." you teased, watching your husband's eyes darken with lust.

"Well, it's a good thing you're into me, huh?" with this, Jimin turned you around with your back flush against his chest.

You could feel how hard he was through his shorts. The anticipation of feeling him inside you couldn't be explained as he started pushing you further, arms pinned back and all, towards the king size bed.

He pulls your jeans down to see that you had foregone panties altogether. Licking his lips, he swats at your behind, taking pleasure at the whimper that came out as a result.

"Couldn't stop thinking about you fucking me so good, whether we won or lost today, but we both knew losing just wasn't an option." you moaned out.

Hearing you talk dirty made Jimin feel insatiable. He doesn't hesitate to take off his jersey followed by his briefs and shorts.

Jimin carefully placed the head of his member inside of you as you bite down onto the sheets. You didn't waste a moment to buck your hips back onto his as you felt him inside of you.

"God, fuck! Y/N, you always take me so well." he said while he grabbed onto your ankles to steady your movements.

"Baby, you know I can't resist you. Just the thought of you coming home and fucking me on every surface makes me wet." you stuck two of your manicured fingers in your mouth and put them further down your body.

You writhed and shaked from the sensation of having both Jimin and your fingers inside of you.

"I know you can't resist me because you're mine." he landed a loud smack to your left butt cheek.

"This is my ass." landing a smack to your right cheek.

"This is my tight little hole." landing another on your right.

"And these gorgeous, big tits belong to me too." Jimin starts moving at an achingly faster pace than before, pinching your breasts as your whines could be heard throughout the room.

The main force that set off this more possessive side of your husband for sure was singing your hand, which had the 3 carat round cut diamond ring sat on your finger, grabbing the sheets. Also, just seeing you with nothing on, but the jersey with his name and number on it made him smile inside.

"Jimin, I'm so close!" you breathe out before your whole body shakes on top of him.

He pulls out of you, soon switching positions, so now he was laying on his back and you were laid facing him between his legs.

"Let me thank you for making me feel good, baby." you smile up at Jimin, kissing the side of his manhood.

You pump it, using all your juices to lubricate. The tip slides into your mouth as you begin to suck and fit all you can at a time.

You bobbed your head quicker than before as you started to see even more pleasure wash over Jimin.

"Fuck, Y/N, if you keep going I'll finish down your throat." he groaned, brushing your hair lightly with his fingers.

That's what you wanted. The idea of Jimin coming down your throat made you want to take him even faster and deeper. He takes notice of this and begins to twitch in your mouth.

"Y/N! Baby, fuck!" at this, the translucent liquid from your husband's member entered your throat, with some even landing on your lips.

You let go of his shaft and lick the rest of him off your mouth. The two of you cuddle up together underneath the sheets, you taking comfort in his chest.

"That was amazing, baby." Jimin said, kissing your forehead.

"It's because I'm into you." you say, using his own words against him.

"I hope I wasn't TOO rough tonight." Jimin said while he rubbed the flesh of your backside, trying to soothe the area.

"You know I love it when you don't hold back." you laugh a bit, but he remains silent.

"Is everything okay?" you ask.

"Well… after this and now thinking about how supportive you've been all these years, I couldn't have asked for a better wife." he starts, only to surprise you with his next words.

"I've been thinking for awhile, I'm getting older and my career is beginning to slow down, so I thought maybe we could try for a baby?" Jimin blushes, waiting for you to speak.

"Of course."

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© gyupremacy, 2022. All rights reserved. 

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[depressedhouseplant]

🔞 In Darkness I Found You 🔞

Chapter 10

Tags: Mention of parental death

“No peeking,” Hobi said as he walked Yoongi into the nursery with his eyes covered.

“I’m not!” he insisted.

“Surprise!” Hobi took his hands off Yoongi’s eyes. The nursery was completely finished. The walls were painted royal purple. The crib they’d picked out was set up along with the changing table and the ergonomically sound rocking chair.

“How did you finish this? It was only half done last week,” Yoongi said.

“I had a little help,” Hobi admitted.

Jungkook scooted out from behind the door that led from the nursery into the kitchen.

“I put together the crib,” he said.

“He’s quite handy, this one,” Hobi said. “Did it faster than I could have.”

“I just read the directions,” Jungkook said shyly.

“Thank you very much. Pup thanks you, too,” Yoongi said. He put Jungkook’s hand on his belly. The pup kicked and Jungkook jumped.

“You never felt a pup kick before?” Yoongi asked.

He shook his head.

“This one is a kicker. Maybe we have a future Olympic soccer player on our hands,” Hobi patted the bump. “Eh, pup?”

“Or something,” Yoongi replied.

“Try the chair. It’s really comfy,” Hobi said.

“Of course you tried it out,” Yoongi smiled as he sat.

“I did, too. He’s right,” Jungkook said.

“Well, that’s 2 reviews in,” Yoongi said as he sat down. The chair was very comfortable.

“I thought it would be nice for late night feedings or any feedings really. When you’re really tired, I wanted you to be as comfy as possible,” Hobi told him. He knelt in front of Yoongi and started rubbing his thighs. Yoongi closed his eyes and settled into the chair.

“Legs bothering you today?” Hobi asked.

“Pup’s been sitting low,” Yoongi replied.

“Naughty pup,” Hobi kissed the bump. They heard sniffling from the door. Jungkook was trying not to cry.

“You okay?” Yoongi asked. Jungkook furiously wiped his eyes.

“Fine. Just fine,” he replied.

“Uh huh,” Hobi said.

“How’d you do it? How’d you get so lucky? He’s, like, the perfect Alpha,” Jungkook said. “Alphas like them aren’t real.”

“Them?” Yoongi asked.

“You and your brother. You took us in. You made us better. You mated with him and took a pup that’s not yours. You could’ve left us to die or sent Yoongi back, but you didn’t,” Jungkook looked at Hobi.

“You saw the worst there was to see in Alphas. You saw the ones who thought Omegas were there for their pleasure and not humans with feelings. We’re not all like that. Tae and I came from a very traditional family and frankly one that you hardly see anymore. We had an Omega female mother and an Alpha male father. When they found out they had 2 Alpha sons, they made an effort to teach us how to be respectful of everyone. They didn’t want us to turn out like some of the other Alpha boys they’d seen,” Hobi said.

“They did a good job,” Yoongi said.

“What happened to them?” Jungkook asked.

“They died in a car crash three years ago. That’s why this house is so big. We never moved out,” Hobi laughed a little, but Yoongi could tell the memory of the loss of his parents still stung.

“Help me up. I think I’m going to float in the pool a bit,” Yoongi changed the subject. “Give my legs a rest.”

“You have a pool?” Jungkook said.

“Past the patio. We hardly ever used it until this one got pregnant enough,” Hobi said. “Seven months tomorrow.”

“God help me,” Yoongi laughed a little.

“Can I come?” Jungkook asked.

“Of course,” Hobi said. “I assume you’ll need some swim trunks?”

“Yeah,” he agreed.

“I’ll go get some of Tae’s,” Hobi grinned. Jungkook had gained some weight in the past 2 weeks though he was still on the skinny side. “We’re gonna need to get you your own clothes soon and you’re not even pregnant.”

“You don’t have to do that,” Jungkook said.

“Of course we do. Can’t have you walking around the house naked,” Hobi said. Jungkook blushed. “Let me go get those swim trunks.”

Jungkook waited until he thought Hobi was out of earshot.

“Tae has already...seen me naked,” he hissed.

“And in a non-medical capacity I assume,” Yoongi replied.

“Yeah,” Jungkook blushed deeper.

“Well I know you haven’t had sex because I would’ve smelled it,” Yoongi said.

“No, but we got really close once. A couple days ago and he stopped it,” Jungkook told him. “We snuck up to his room after we thought you were asleep.”

“You were lucky. I don’t sleep that well these days,” Yoongi told him.

“That’s what Tae said,” Jungkook replied.

“They do smell good,” Yoongi said as Jungkook followed him in the master bedroom.

“Tae smells...amazing. I was so scared at the hospital. There were too many smells. When I smelled Tae, I smelled you, but I also smelled him. When he told me that he could take me somewhere safe, I knew he was telling the truth. Then he brought me here. Is that how you fell in love with Hobi?” Jungkook explained.

“I was on bedrest for a month and he spent every night with me. He let me scent him from the first night. I woke up with his hands on my belly protecting a very fragile pup. I knew he was the one from the beginning. Maybe it wasn’t love at first sight or smell, but it was close. We decided to be mates right after I got off bedrest and made it official about a month and a half later. The pup limits things a bit and now that I’m this big…” Yoongi explained.

“You can stop there,” Jungkook held up his hand.

“One day you might want one of your own,” Yoongi went into the bathroom to change.

“I’m not so sure about that,” he replied.

“It’s just a thought. You can get some practice with your niece or nephew,” Yoongi told him.

“It doesn’t bother you? That you’re pregnant again?” Jungkook asked as Yoongi came out of the bathroom.

“It did for a while. Then Hobi told me he’d love this pup like his own and did things like bought maternity clothes and decorated a nursery. This pup is special. He even told me we don’t have to have any more if I don’t want to,” Yoongi told him.

“Tae says the cyst has to come out even if we…” he stopped himself. “I don’t want to try.” Yoongi smiled at him.

“Don’t bother trying to hide it. Hobi and I snuck a little peek the first night. We know,” he said.

“Is it wrong?” Jungkook asked.

“Not at all,” Yoongi smiled. “Not at all.”

“Found one!” Hobi announced as he came in the room. “I swear he hid them.” Yoongi knew he’d been listening at the door. It was only a question of how long.

“Thank you,” Jungkook took them and went across the hall to change.

“They mated up yet?” Hobi asked.

“Not yet. Tae apparently stopped them right before they got that far,” Yoongi replied.

“How polite,” Hobi said.

“Don’t sound so sarcastic. You did the same thing. How many times did you finish yourself in the bathroom?” Yoongi asked as they waited in the hall for Jungkook.

“That was because of the pup,” Hobi replied.

“Uh huh. Omega daddy might need some relaxation from Alpha daddy tonight. Omega daddy’s legs are bothering him,” Yoongi kissed Hobi.

“Alpha daddy is happy to help,” Hobi kissed him back.

“Ew,”

They looked over and saw Jungkook standing in the doorway to the guest room.

“You know one day we might walk in on you and Tae like this,” Hobi said as they walked out to the pool.

“What? Talking about having sex?” Jungkook asked.

“You big and pregnant and him all starry eyed kissing you. And possibly referring to a sex act,” Hobi replied.

“Thank you for calling me fat,” Yoongi said as Hobi helped him into the inner tube.

“You’re big because you’re pregnant, not fat,” Hobi told him. He gave Yoongi a push and he started floating around the pool. Jungkook got in and tentatively started swimming around. Hobi rolled up his pants and put his feet in the water. He’d never particularly enjoyed swimming, but he kept Yoongi company while he took advantage of the pool. Tae was the one who liked to swim.

“I’ve been thinking about it & maybe we should invite Jin and Namjoon over one day. They’ve got Jisoo, but I can stay in the pool with her,” Yoongi floated toward Hobi.

“How old is she?” Hobi asked.

“Three? Maybe 3 and a half? My sense of time still isn’t that great,” Yoongi said. “Jin had her a while before I got out.”

“Jin?” Jungkook asked.

“Tall, skinny, had trouble going into heat?” Yoongi said.

“Um, maybe? I might know him if I saw him,” he said.

“That’s usually the case,” Yoongi said. “We weren’t exactly encouraged to get to know each other.”

“If you want to arrange it, I think it’ll be good to have them over. I think we can all use the socialization,” Hobi said. “I’ll let you invite them.”

“Okay,” the idea of texting or calling Jin to invite them over still made him nervous. Now that they had Jungkook, he was sure the conversation would turn to the farm. Hobi, Namjoon, and Tae definitely wouldn’t want to hear the gory details of what went on there. Namjoon knew the most since he actually went there, but Yoongi knew Jin forced the conversation away from what happened behind closed doors. Yoongi looked at Jungkook and knew he was thinking the same thing.

“I think I’m ready to get out now,” Yoongi said. Jungkook helped float Yoongi to the side where Hobi could help him out. “I’ll call Jin after I’ve rinsed off.”

“Okay,” Hobi said. Really it was to give Yoongi time to remember why he was doing this. They needed each other. They were all free for one reason or another. It would help them heal. At least, that’s what Yoongi hoped would happen.

#minors dni #bts sope #bts fanfic #omegaverse

[wonbinisbabygurl]

Title :red flag

Parings-> :soccer player (jungkook x ) reader

Genres :soccer au, Sport Au, smut, spitting kink, and more

"Once you go red....you go colorblind..."

Release date :Jnauary 23rd

Rating :nc-19

Mdni 19+only

Taglist@calibabii21, @jungwonsblkgf @riizeblr, @brownsugarbaybee, @phattyboo90,@panjakes

Do not steal or repost!

#bts fanfic

[nochukoo97]

i will never not think about you

Pairing: Soccer Player!Jungkook x Reader

Summary: req: “May I request something, please? I'd like it to be a JK x reader enemies to lovers fic, when he hears you defending him when someone badmouths about him” alsoo JK PLAYS THE GUITAR HERE for reader 🥺🥺

Word Count: 1.3k+

a/n: this was a request sent to me and i turned out to really like it so i made it a fic to put on my main masterlist HAHAHA ❤️

You and Jungkook were notoriously known for despising each other, he often found ways to pick at you and annoy you, to which you retaliate back twice the amount.

Everytime he would see you, Jungkook always had something irritating to say, the type that would make you roll your eyes at his endless teasing.

But yet Jungkook seemed too perfect for you to find anything to tease him about, he was the school’s star soccer player, had top grades, and he had his values and morals straight. The only downside to this boy was that he could not leave you alone for the life of him.

As much as you “hated” him and envied his perfect conduct, there was this small feeling inside that you constantly pushed away: The sparks you felt in your chest when Jungkook was around you.

You would never let yourself even begin to think about that. It didn’t make sense to you, both you and Jungkook despised each other, so you pushed away those feelings, embarrassed that they had even come about.

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The canteen is bustling with noise and chaos as students walk into the area, rushing to reserve their seats and buying their food.

Luckily for you and Chaeyong, you had been dismissed early from class and managed to get there before the huge crowd appeared.

You listen to the conversations being carried out at the table with Chaeyong and some of her other friends, of which you weren’t too familiar with, but you gave you input here and there, finding their gossip quite hilarious.

“Oh my gosh~” Mina says, “And then she literally- wait shit that’s Jungkook coming this way!” She squeals as you internally cringe at her reaction.

Another thing about Jungkook was that he was popular amongst the girls, which was what you assumed gave him his ego.

“Hi ___” Jungkook sends you a boyish grin as he slides into the empty seat next to you. You frown at him as you also hear Chaeyong’s friends squeal amongst themselves.

“What?” You grumble as you look back at your plate of food, not in the mood to put up with a fight with him.

But you don’t have time to react when Jungkook slides out of the seat, grabbing his tray, but also using his chopsticks to grab a piece of meat from your plate.

“Jeon Jungkook!” You shout as he walks away grinning from ear to ear with his tray, heading to another table where his teammates sat. You groan as Chaeyong attempts to console you.

“___ why do you even bother to interact with him? He’s such a douchebag and I’m pretty sure he’s a dick, I don’t even think he’s that good at soccer and honestly he’s only popular because of his looks, nothing else,” One of Chaeyong’s friends, Jisu, mocks.

You immediately frown at her words, upset at what she had blatantly just said. “First of all, who are you to say that? Jungkook is literally the top player of our school’s soccer team and he obviously has the skill. If he heard you say that I can guarantee he will not be happy,” You say back at her.

Jisu isn’t quite the happiest at your response either, “Well my boyfriend, Chanyeol, can easily pick a fight with him if he dares to do anything, Jungkook won’t stand a chance,” She scoffs, clearly agitated.

“I can tell you one thing, Jungkook will not lose a fight with anyone here, he’s so strong your boyfriend won’t even be able to stand if they got into a fight, don’t try to use you boyfriend to defend yourself because it’ll never work,” And with that you stand up and take your tray to another table, not wanting to be around Jisu anymore.

Little did you know Jungkook had been standing behind the pillar next to your table and listening to every word you had said.

————————————————

Fast forward a week later, you find yourself stuck with being partners with guess who? Jeon Jungkook.

Your chemistry teacher must have played a sick prank on you both for pairing the two of you up for a project.

So that’s how you’re currently sitting on the floor of Jungkook’s bedroom, as he furiously types away on his laptop.

“Are you just going to sit there and stare into blank space or actually help me over here?” Jungkook looks up at you from his laptop, frowning slightly.

“You play guitar?” You ignore his question as you point to the guitar sitting on a stand in the corner of his room.

“Yeah, okay now back to the project,” Jungkook hastily replies, pushing your laptop towards you in hopes of getting you back on track.

Instead you frown as you push the laptop back, clearly uninterested in the project at the moment.

“Can you play a song for me?” You softly ask, not recognising your own voice. It was as if your underlying feelings for him had suddenly taken over your consciousness.

Jungkook slightly raises his eyebrow, surprised at your tone and your request but complies, as he puts his laptop aside and walks to get the guitar.

“What song do you want me to play?” Jungkook asks, after he expertly tunes the guitar.

“Never Not by Lauv, that’s my favourite,” You giggle as Jungkook playfully rolls his eyes, knowing that he’s heard the same song so many times before.

When Jungkook starts to strum and sing the song, you begin to gaze at him with admiration, heart thumping loudly in your chest as you listen to his honey-like voice ring throughout the room.

And when he finishes, your eyes light up as you praise him, “Oh my gosh that was so good Gguk, thank god you’re at least good at one thing,” You tease him towards the end, not noticing the pet name slipping out of your mouth.

Jungkook looks at you in amusement, not commenting how your “Gguk” made his heart almost explode in his chest.

“I’m pretty good at other things you know, Miss ‘Jungkook is good at soccer and he can beat your boyfriend up’ ” Jungkook laughs, seeing your shocked face.

“I- How- Wait! How do you-” You stutter through words as your jaw drops, “And that’s not what I said anyways!” You whine as you slap his arm.

“Well I just rephrased whatever you said because it seemed like you had a lot of good things to say about me,” Jungkook smirks at you as he puts down the guitar and walks towards your seated figure.

He approaches you and closes the gap between you two, causing you to panic and inch back further, only to be restricted by his bed behind you.

Now the only thing you could feel was Jungkook’s bed frame against your back and his whispering in your ear,

“Didn’t know Miss ‘I hate Jungkook’ loved me so much, hmm?” His breath hits your ear as he whispers, your cheeks turning to a horrible shade of red, breathing staggered.

Jungkook pulls back to stare at your reaction, but you can’t bring yourself to even look at him, letting your gaze fall to your fidgeting hands on your lap.

But the boy has other plans, when he lifts your chin with his fingers, connecting your lips together as you gasp at the sudden move.

“Relax baby,” Jungkook mumbles through the kiss, taking your hands and bringing them up to wrap around his neck.

You slowly began to relax into the kiss, unable to process how unimaginable this was.

When Jungkook breaks away from the kiss, you both look at each other, slightly panting.

“You’re cute when you’re flustered,” Jungkook coos as he laughs when you frown and slap his chest.

“Okay now sit here,” He pats the ground next to him, “I need to teach my girlfriend how to play my guitar”

#jungkook fluff #jungkook #jungkook au #jungkook ff #jungkook smut #jungkook x oc #jungkook x reader #bts #bts ff #bts fic #jungkook angst #jungkook imagines #jungkook scenario #jungkook x you

[remkive]

[11/20/2022]

Jungkook meeting with South Korea’s National Soccer Team players for the 2022 FIFA World Cup in Qatar.

#bts #bts jeon jungkook #bts maknae line #golden maknae #jeon jungkook #fifa 2022 #fifa world cup #qatar world cup #qatar 2022 #soccer #twt army #army twt #army #bangtan

[mercurygguk]

mym oc, what’s the most romantic thing that jk has done for you?

“he and his team played a rather important match not too long ago and he had to do a penalty kick in the last minute. after he scored, he ditched the celebration with his team mates and ran straight to me on the bleachers,” you start explaining. there’s a smile on your face at the fresh memory, the whole thing still causing butterflies in your whole body.

“i was standing by the fence right next to the soccer field, nervous as hell because if he didn’t make the goal, they’d be out of the college championships,” you grimace, never forgetting how nervous you had been on jungkook’s behalf. “but yeah, he made the goal, ran straight to me and gave me the biggest kiss he’s ever giving me in front of half the school… it was the first time people saw us actually kiss and given his status on around campus, it was pretty nerve-wrecking but as cheesy as it sounds, it felt like it was just the two of us.”

a shy smile adorns your lips as you feel your cheeks heat up from telling this little story, not at all used to being the star soccer player’s girlfriend.

#ask my muse #mym jk #ask

[minisugakoobies]

Please say there is a soccer themed dance coming up in Paradise

And it has to be to Waka Waka!

LOL the way that crowd loses its mind as he… unzips his jacket 2 inches 🤣 (as if I would not also be screaming)

Waka Waka is the perfect choice for Paradise!JK's next routine. The only hips more magical than JK's would be Shakira's. However, I'm pretty sure JK's been working on something else for OC anyway.

I misread this at first and thought you were asking for a soccer-themed dance party and I was totally baffled, like, did you think Jennie and Yoongi were doing a themed wedding or something? ☠️

BUT ALSO this made me think about jock JK and did I mention that there will be a himbo jock JK in my upcoming Jin fic "Into the Rush?" Because there will be a VERY himbo dodgeball player JK in that one. Because I can't not write this man into every story. I have a problem. 😵‍💫

#himbo joon too #because i guess namkook is my new favorite thing #lovely moots #minttangerines #jeon jungkook #fic: paradise #fic: into the rush #asks

[jjkeverlast]

2k22 end of year recap

rules;

post the top 5 works you're most proud of that you released in 2022 (not necessarily your most popular)

your top 4 current WIPs that you're excited to release in the new year

your top 3 biggest improvements in your writing over the past year

your top 2 resolutions (ways you wish to improve your writing/blog) for the new year

your number 1 favorite line you've written this year!

thank you baby v for the tag <333 @minniesvenus

TOP FIVE WORKS I'M PROUD OF

true love : by far the series i've put my heart into. these characters own my goddamn heart and i've enjoyed (so far) writing them and their crazy adventures!!! :'))) - currently writing chap 6

hurts so good : i was so stressed while writing this because i wanted the outcome to be just like i pictured it and it only came out better :') writing this specific jungkook was hilarious and i loved the dynamic between him and reader in this :') also my first sub!jungkook fic hihi - hopefully there's more to come

unexpected lovers : first yoongi fic and the longest fic i've written!!! this whole story was so fun to write and will always be closest to my heart. i wrote this when i was starting to find myself on tumblr and that shows a reflection of my growth as a writer :') i was fighting through the smut throughout the whole day and the outcome was so so worth it! also i miss yoongi and reader from this. (writing a lil drabble of those two hihi)

mr. and mrs. kim : aaah okay, this one hist the top five, mostly because it was my first action one shot and first time i truly challenged myself as a writer and my capability. which surprisingly turned out well!!! <333

new girl : gooood my first ever series!!! new girl was the starting point for me. i remember briefing the idea to jyad (@pjiminbloomx ) and then i just went for it. this was where i was slowly peaking through and extremely proud of myself for finishing this series in 2 months time. :) miss these little roomie goofs a lot tho </3

TOP FOUR WIPS

i've already posted a list of my future wips, but four of them i'm especially excited for so let's share some!!! keep in mind these will take time before release :') also i'm adding small teasers to them. <3

KICK THE GOAL — soccer player!jk

‘’Let’s make this more interesting, hmm?’’ Jungkook decides to speak up as he tilts his head, as if he’s trying to prove he’s better than you. His eyes are half squinted, his long hair covering them almost as he bites his lip awaiting an answer from you. He knows how to push your buttons in the worst ways. 

‘’How about we just–’’ Namjoon tries to shut down the horrendous idea that’s about to be exposed.

‘’Loser jumps in the pool.’’ 

‘’It’s a deal.’’ You don’t even think twice. If he wants to play on who’s better, you’d love to prove him wrong and it seems like he doesn’t mind seeing you try. 

HOW TO SURVIVE 101 — scaredy cat!yoongi

‘’At least I fight them instead of playing dead while wrapped in… toilet paper?’’ You tilt your head, expression reading nothing but disgust from your end. 

‘’If it weren’t for my zombie costume, I would’ve been dead by now. Idiot.’’ He emphasizes hard on the word and you want to laugh about his behavior towards you. 

‘’Zombie costume? You look more like a mummy from Scooby Doo.’’ 

He stays quiet, while you finally launch yourself to sit behind an aisle, covered from the zombie’s wandering eyes. 

DOUBLE PURSUIT — agent!jk

''What's all this?'' You point to the blue boxes that look extremely heavy from here.

Jungkook's gaze moves towards you, a chuckle slipping past his lips despite your question not being remotely funny.

''Absolute hell.'' He groans, slumping back into his chair. You move forward, studying the boxes only to notice it's the complaint letters. Or more so, the letters that are sent by earlier agents, threatening your agency if they don't get the help they need. You've always been curious as to why your agency even received threats, when they've been nothing but helpful to society.

''I'll help you.'' You say without missing a beat.

HEARTLESS — kkangpae AU

‘’What’s on your mind?’’ Jungkook’s head turns, awaiting for your response. 

You want to tell him the honest truth, of how desperate you are to get out of this madness that you suddenly got pulled in, but you can’t. 

‘’I’ve been wondering how your tattoo looks in whole.’’ Your fingers rub against each other, afraid it was wrong of you to bring up his tattoo. The tattoo has a meaning, connecting him to where he belongs, where he chose to stay, to give his life to. 

He chuckles lightly, ‘’Do you wanna see it?’’ 

TOP THREE IMPROVEMENTS

i'd say my smut... i was super insecure about it because i wrote it as if i'm writing a recipe rather than doing it as i please which i've later learned how to do. so i'm super proud of myself for that part!

use of words. english isn't my first language but my third and i've definitely improved my vocabulary and added more synonyms to my writing rather than repeating the same words again and again.

details. details. details.

TOP TWO RESOLUTIONS

to write just a little every day so i don't lose myself from improving a little more every day.

have less wips lmfao its a problem at this point and i'm surprised i could actually pick 4 before....

ONE FAVORITE LINE I'VE WRITTEN

sdjhfsdsksf it's not out yet.... (its gonna appear in true love chap 6) and i don't wanna spoil for my lovely readers who are extremely patient with me. </3

tagging some babes <3

@archivedkookie @haliiimede @gimmethatagustd @here2bbtstrash @here4btsfics @chryblossomjjk @indgio @jeonspub @jeonjcngkook @caelesjjk @sugarwithtea @royallyjjk <3 (no pressure!!!)

#tag game #2k22 end of year recap #btw this took me fucking forever #lmfao